Pandora's Box

"Coming, my love," he said wickedly, and he continued up the staircase.

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Stephanie was just taking off her blouse when Spencer entered the candle lit room dominated by a four post bed with a canopy. "Nice bed," he said as he examined the craftsmanship. He looked inside and immediately noticed a mirror above the mattress attached to the canopy. "What's with the mirror?" he said with amusement as Stephanie lit a fresh cigarette on one of the long candlesticks sitting on the nightstand.

"This was my Mom's room," she responded with the cigarette between her teeth as she pulled off her pants. "She was a real slut."

"I guess it runs in the family," Spencer replied with a wicked smile before taking a puff from his Pandora from the side of his mouth. He knew that such a comment would hurt her, but he didn't give a damn. Right now, at this moment, he felt powerful - and he wanted to exercise that power by inflicting some emotional pain. And the more he smoked, the more pain he wanted to inflict.

"Oh, you're gonna pay for that comment, asshole," Stephanie replied, seeking to exert a little dominance herself as she puffed deeply on her Pandora. "Pretty big words from a pretty boy virgin like you."

"And you would know," he said as he reached behind her back and unbuckled her braw. As the braw fell to the floor, he stared intently at her firm breasts. He then grabbed her and pulled her close to him. "I'm sure a slut like you has been fucked by plenty of guys," he said again in a wicked tone, but Stephanie was not intimidated.

"Let's see if you measure up." And with that, their lips embraced for a long and passionate kiss.

Spencer thought he was in control, but it was, as he soon realized, an illusion. Stephanie broke off their kiss and looked intently into his eyes. She then pushed him hard onto the bed and grabbed an ashtray from the nightstand which she put on the mattress near them. "You're gonna really enjoy this," Stephanie said with a wicked smile as she unzipped his pants, pulled out his hard dick from his underwear, and inserted it into her mouth, moving her head up and down rhythmically.

"Oh my God," Spencer moaned as he closed his eyes while puffing hard on his Pandora. "Suck it harder, bitch," he croaked coldly, and the feeling of power he got from saying the words only heightened his excitement.

But it was Stephanie who remained in control as she pulled her mouth off his dick and replied, "No, no....today it's my turn, fucker."

Spencer looked at her with a wide smile and watched as she took a long puff, inhaled it, and then slowly crawled over his body as thin curtains of smoke rose from her mouth. "I love watching you smoke," he said in ecstasy at the sight.

"I know," she replied as she took another deep puff close to his face. "And you, my love, are going to become one of us." She kissed him passionately as smoke poured into his mouth and deep into his lungs. Spencer could feel the evil of the smoke - if smoke could ever "feel evil" - changing him. He didn't give a fuck about school, or his father, or even eternal damnation for that matter. He wanted only to live for this incredibly sinful moment, and every such moment thereafter.

His dick, pulsating on the point of ejaculation, was suddenly wrapped in the soft, fleshy walls of Stephanie's pussy. "Yes," he said in a breathless laugh as he found himself instinctively moving his pelvis back and forth into her vaginal canal in order to heighten the sensations his dick felt.

"Smoke," Stephanie whispered wickedly as she put her 120 between his lips. Spencer obeyed and puffed hard. He closed his eyes and inhaled the lush smoke deep into his lungs. He felt wicked to the core and opened his eyes so that he could watch himself exhale a cone of smoke towards the mirror above the bed; but the reflection he saw was of himself with fiery red eyes. Stephanie could see it, too, and cried out, "Smoke!" Spencer took another puff, this time off of his own 100, and felt as if he were floating off of the bed and fucking this girl in mid-air.

"Oh, Spencer," Stephanie groaned in ecstasy as she pounded her pelvis up and down against his own. "I want you to join us!"

"I will!" Spencer shouted. She was in control, and he knew it. At this very moment, he was willing to do anything she commanded as long as the pleasure she was providing would continue. If he could only get higher. More smoke....higher still. He puffed hard on his shrinking cigarette, but it wasn't enough. He grabbed Stephanie's cigarette, thoughtlessly flicking ash onto the sheets, and with a cigarette now in each hand, brought both to his lips for a power puff that he knew would help him reach that plateau. The double blast felt like an explosion in his lungs and set off a chain reaction of bursting neurons throughout his body that worked its way to the base of his dick until he felt such a flood being let loose into the confined space of Stephanie's pussy that Spencer couldn't help but let out a maniacal"YES!!!", followed by an uncontrollable laugh.

And then, as quickly as he had cum, exhaustion engulfed him. Spencer could do nothing but lay still, wrapping his arms tightly around this young woman's back as she lay on top of his chest. Both of them were breathing heavily.

As for Stephanie, who had been fucked more times than she could count in the last 24 hours, she could barely move after such a powerful orgasm. She felt a closeness to him like no other time in the months that they had been together. Rather than throw him aside like she did the thugs in the noodle shop, she wanted to stay attached; to keep his dick inside her pussy for as long as possible.

Spencer's uncontrollable laugh had been reduced to a chuckle. "So how was that for a first timer?" he said jocularly.

Stephanie barely lifted her head, patted her hand light lightly on his cheek, and replied breathlessly, "You've surpassed expectations." Then she put her head back down and fantasized about how they would do it differently next time.

She didn't get very far in her fantasy before there was a knock at the door and a low creek as it slowly opened. "Ready for a little ménage?" Lisa asked hopefully as she stuck her head in.

PART 9 - The Next Stage

"Wake up, Lisa," a voice said. "It's time to move on to the next stage."

Lisa opened her eyes, immediately recognizing the voice as Jezzie's; but when she looked around to get her bearings, she only found Spencer and Stephanie asleep beside her wrapped in each others arms. She moved a few beer bottles on the nightstand but found no clock; and her watch was lost somewhere on the floor amidst clothes, towels, and more beer bottles. She didn't know how long she had been asleep, but judging from the setting sun she could tell that the day was nearly done.

She coughed up a shit-load of phlegm and moved her head to the side of the bed to spit it on the rug. She groaned and rubbed her chest which felt tight and heavy. "I gotta take a break," she whispered to herself as she sat up and tried to smooth back her hair which was crusty with Spencer's dried sperm and semen. She picked up a beer bottle from the nightstand, tossed it on the floor upon realizing that it was empty, and picked up another that was half-filled. She flicked away the pubic hair around the neck (was it hers or Stephanie's, she thought to herself?) and took a swig. Warm beer never tasted so good to such a parched throat.

Despite the pain in her chest, she never considered not having a cigarette, and she pulled out a 120 from the pack on the nightstand and lit it freehanded, pulling in a cheek-hollowed puff. She turned towards her bed partners and exhaled a steady stream towards them. "Smoky dreams," she said softly as the two continued to slumber.

She picked up the beer bottle, the Pandora pack, and a lighter and walked across the room to a comfortable wingback chair facing the bed. She sat down with a thump and tapped some ash into the ashtray on the table next to her before bringing the 120 back to her lips for a slow burning puff. She loved how the tip glowed in the shadows the evening cast into the room, and she slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke that hung heavy in front of her before moving glacially across the bedroom.

So what happens now, she thought to herself as she took another puff and held it inside her. Obviously she wasn't going to go back to school; that's what "normal" people do. She wasn't normal any more. According to Jezzie, she could do whatever the hell she wanted in life. She didn't want to live by the "rules" anymore.

She thought back to that morning after she looked into Pandora's Box while she and Stephanie were sitting in the car. When the smoke - or whatever it was - entered her body, she felt herself flying so high that when she looked around her all she could see were clouds; and then she was before Jezzie, who gave her the chance of a lifetime to feel this pleasure always. Of course it was a no-brainer for Lisa. "Yes," she hollered,"I WANT IT!" And with the snap of Jezzie's finger, Lisa had an orgasm like she had never had before in her life. And then she was reborn.

As Lisa replayed her memory of that morning in her mind, she began to slowly caress her clit. She had always loved to masturbate and smoke, taking every chance she got when she was a teen living at home with her parent smokers. The orgasm produced by these Pandoras was so addictive that she couldn't help but hide out in her car last night to smoke and do a little pearl fishing.

She took a deep puff and held it in her lungs for several seconds before letting it cascade down through her nostrils. "That's so good," she thought to herself, and she did it again, feeling a calmness embrace her like a warm blanket. And then quite unexpectedly a rolling orgasm moved through her body like thunder from a distant storm. What surprised her was that unlike the night before when she had to stop from exhaustion after every orgasm, Lisa had the strength to go on masturbating. And so she continued to move her fingers back and forth in her pussy, increasing her puffs and snapping them back slowly into her lungs. Before long another orgasm occurred, slightly larger than the last as the storm moved closer. What would happen, she wondered, if she continued to do this non-stop; to let the storm completely engulf her? With her free hand, she stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray and opened the pack of cigarettes to spill the Pandoras onto the table. She picked one up, lit it freehanded, and turned the tip a bright orange. Again came another rolling orgasm more intense than the last.

"Keep going," she heard Jezzie's voice say in her head. "You're almost there."

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Meanwhile, Spencer moved through the kinds of fetish dreams that every smoker adores, ultimately finding himself lying in bed over Stephanie whose eyes were closed and face filled with an expression of ecstasy as she puffed on a long cigarette out of the side of her mouth. Spencer was immediately filled with the kind of excitement that comes just before ejaculation, and when he looked down at his waist he realized that his dick was wrapped in the fleshiness of her pussy.

"Isn't she a beautiful smoker?" a voice said, and when he looked to his right he saw it was the woman from his dreams: Jezzie, who had once been the Deacon to his father's church, was sitting next to them on the bed. She had a proud smile on her face as she stared down at Stephanie. But as she turned to look at Spencer, he suddenly found himself to be that 5 year old boy looking into her beautiful face; and like any five year old boy, he wanted her to be proud of him, too.

He reached for a pack of cigarettes and pulled out one of Stephanie's 120's. He felt the urgency in lighting it quickly, for any moment he was about to cum. He put it in his mouth, lit it freehanded, and sucked on it hard for several seconds until the tip was a hot-bright orange. He turned to look at Jezzie, forming his lips into a perfect O curvature after removing the cigarette that he knew would impress her, and showed her the thick ball of smoke inside his mouth. "Oh!" she said as her face lit up with delight that this five year old was such an expert smoker. Spencer felt intense excitement that he had made Jezzie proud of her, and he snapped back the smoke into his lungs.

"Ahhhhh," Spencer shouted, now once again a young man as the explosion in his body was instantaneous and he felt sure that he was ejaculating the smoke itself deep into Stephanie's vagina.

With the long cigarette clenched between his teeth, Spencer took heavy breaths, releasing a cloud of smoke with each exhale.

"You did well," he heard Jezzie say and felt her fingers move softly through his hair.

And then there was a buzzing noise like the sound of a cell phone on sleeper mode. "You better get that," Jezzie said.

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Spencer opened his eyes and saw in the mirror above such an erection between his legs that he would have spanked the monkey right there if he weren't already so exhausted from his dream. He looked at Stephanie whose arms were still wrapped around his chest as she slept soundly.

He heard the buzzing noise again and saw his cell phone vibrating on the night stand. He reached over and picked it up. He was surprised to see several messages on the call log from his father. "Oh, shit," he said to himself. But this call number was Carol at the church office.

"Hi Carol," he said into the receiver in a scratchy voice.

"Spencer," she said with some exasperation, "thank God you answered. Your father has been calling you for hours. Why didn't you pick up?"

"Sorry, Carol," Spencer said trying to stifle a yawn. "I've been at the library and didn't hear it." Spencer moved his hand over his erect penis a few times. "What's he want?"God, he needed a cigarette. He reached for the closest pack, pulled out a 120 and lit it, not caring whether Carol on her end would hear the lighter or not.

"He wants you home," Carol replied urgently. "Listen, hun," she continued in a whisper, "I don't know what's going on, but I never in my life have seen him so angry."

Spencer brought the long cigarette to the side of his mouth and made the tip glow brightly. "Why," he replied in a smoky exhale, "just because I didn't hear his fucking phone calls?" Carol was silent for a moment as Spencer realized that she had never before heard him use profanity.

"Ummm," she replied uncomfortably, "no, that's not why. It's about something else, but he hasn't told me what. I suggest you get home immediately." And with that Carol hung up.

"Fuck, why can't they just leave me alone?" he mumbled as he threw the phone down on the bed. He took another puff and inhaled it deeply. His penis was still hard as a rock as he thought about the dream he just had a few moments ago, and he gave it a few strokes. He looked at Stephanie sleeping peacefully and considered waking her. The cell phone began to vibrate again and he saw that it was his father's number. "Okay, okay," he grumbled, "just keep your fucking collar on." There would be no time for a little snack as long as Stephanie remained asleep.

Then out of the corner of his eye he noticed in the darkened room an orange glow. It was only then he realized how smoky the room was and that Lisa was not in the bed. He turned to his left and saw her sitting in the wingback chair, rhythmically smoking and masturbating.On the other hand, he thought to himself,if one of them is already awake....

He walked across the room, cigarette in one hand and dick in the other, and stood in front of Lisa. She was in a trance-like state as she continued to move her fingers back and forth between her legs, every few seconds giving a low moan as the orgasms were coming more quickly now. With his penis protruding towards her face, Spencer asked seductively, "You wanna suck it?"

But Lisa just continued to stare blankly into space, her face giving an occasional quiver with each new orgasm. She had to continue on to reach that plateau so that she could feel the full force of the storm moving closer to her as orgasm after orgasm swept over her. Her body felt lighter with every puff she took, as if she was transcending into another state altogether. What awaited her at that state she didn't know, but she had to continue on. Higher and higher she went, the orgasms now rolling through her without end, without hardly a space between them at all, until....until..."Mmphhhhhh!" she moaned loudly with her eyes closed tightly as she reached the top of the cliff and felt as if she were immediately struck by lightening. The thunder rolled with full force like canon fire through her body which quivered uncontrollably as she stopped masturbating and held on to the chair's arms for support.

And then a calm, peaceful feeling came over her as she took slow breaths. What she now felt was something she had never felt before, nor did she even think it possible for the human body to feel: a sustained orgasm that left her in a perpetual state of pure bliss. She felt completely free of the world around her. She opened her eyes and looked up into Spencer's face. "What was that you said?" she asked in what seemed to her a voice that echoed softly.

Spencer looked at her in bewilderment at what he had just witnessed. "Do you wanna suck it?" he repeated, though with some trepidation.

Lisa stared at the erect penis for a moment and then looked back up into Spencer's face. "No," she said as she slowly reached for a Pandora, "not right now." She pulled her legs up into the chair, wrapped her arms around them and placed her chin on top of her knees. She lit the 120 freehanded, took a slow-burning puff, and closed her eyes as she let the smoke slowly rise in curtains from a slit between her lips after inhaling it. She didn't need anything else but the luscious Pandora as her orgasm continued to roll on.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders and turned towards the bathroom to wash up before heading home. When he came out to get dressed, Lisa was still sitting on the wingback chair, a freshly lit cigarette between her fingers that she kept close to her lips. He looked over at the bed and saw Stephanie still sleeping. He would call her later.

"I'm leaving now," Spencer said to Lisa.

"Mmmmmm," she replied with a small nod, eyes still closed, and an expression of pure contentment on her face as smoke floated out of her nose.

Spencer walked down the stairs and saw Lynn sitting alone on the couch with the same look of contentment that he saw on Lisa's face a moment before. She too was sitting with her arms wrapped around her legs with her chin resting on her knees, smoking a freshly lit 120 between her fingers which also stayed close to her lips.

"Hi Spencer," she said dreamily after slowly exhaling a long, unbroken stream of smoke into the airspace before her.

"Where's your boy toy?" Spencer asked as he buckled his belt and put on his coat.

"Ohhhh," Lynn replied softly with a smile, "He's gone. I don't need him anymore." She took another puff, cracked her lips in a wide smile, and snapped back a dense cloud of smoke floating in her mouth. "I've moved on to the next stage."

Spencer had no idea what she was talking about and didn't have the time to ask her what she meant. "Well, I gotta get going. Tell Stephanie I'll call her." He turned towards the foyer and suddenly stopped. "Shit! I don't have a car." He looked up the stairs to the second floor, wondering if he should wake Stephanie so she could drive him. "Fuck it," he said to himself, and he walked over to the coffee table where Stephanie had laid her purse. "Uh, Lynn? Tell Stephanie I'm going to borrow her car." He turned back towards the foyer and headed out the front door.