Smoking Addiction in Seven Lessons

"Oh, God," Karen said with a jolt as she grabbed her big sister's hand and held it tight. "Oh, yes. It feels sogood." She brought the cigarette holder up to her lips for another powerful puff.

"Breathe it in deep," Ari whispered wickedly. "Let the smoke control you."

"I want it to," Karen whimpered with smoke pouring out from her lips which she then wrapped around the black stem and puffed again, this time simultaneously inhaling through her nose to bring the dense smoke directly into her body as it poured into her mouth. She could feel her lungs burning from the stimulation, and it gave her a sexual thrill to think that she was staining them for life. She vowed again that she would always be a smoker now. Her lungs must submit.

"Faster," she said to Brad who was now moving his head back and forth as if his tongue were a jackhammer. "Faster!!" she yelled and then took one final deep puff. Her body was racing upward into the stratosphere. She wanted to go higher, as high as she could fucking go. When she inhaled, she knew she had reached the top, as if she were bursting through an invisible glass ceiling setting her free from this reality into the next. It was liberating! She was racked with massive convulsions throughout her body. "I'm cumming," she groaned in a massive smoky exhale. "Oh, God, yes." She took another puff and held it inside her lungs. "So good," she whimpered as smoke cascaded down her nose and out of her mouth. She moved her thighs back and forth against Brad's face, trying to get as much of his tongue as she could. "Swallow my pussy juice," she said with her eyes closed and her head rolling backwards as he sister began laughing uncontrollably."Swallow it!!!" Karen commanded at the top of her voice.

And then all at once her body stopped moving, as if someone had turned the switch to the Off position. She was physically exhausted, and her head was spinning. "So fucking good," she whispered wickedly. She closed her eyes and let her head fall to the back of the couch.

"How's that for experiential learning?" Ari asked her sister with a chuckle.

Karen slowly turned her head and just looked at her for several seconds. "Enlightening," she answered simply between deep breaths.

"Now, if you'll excuse me," Ari said with a wicked smile, "I need to go fuck my boyfriend. Come along Brad. Time for your reward." She reached out her hand to him as he remained kneeling on the floor.

"Oh, Mistress," he said with a playful smile, "thank you."

The two walked out of the living room into Ari's bedroom. Karen heard the door shut. She was still panting after the powerful orgasm she had experienced. "I have got to get myself a boy-toy," she whispered as she pulled out a cigarette from her pack and lit it without a holder.And I know just who it should be, she thought to herself confidently.

PART 10 - CONFESSIONS

Myung gazed at the reflection of her naked body in the bathroom mirror of the hotel suite she had booked for the conference. She was impressed that at age 39 she still looked so good. She gently cupped her breasts.Still firm. She ran her fingers across her thin waistline.Could cut back on the rice every night. She caressed her cheeks, impressed that her skin was as smooth as it was after years of smoking.Should quit before the skin goes. Then she reached for the pack of Virginia Slims 120s and pulled out a long cigarette to place between her lips.Who are you kidding? she heard a voice in the back of her mind say. She brought the lighter up to the tip and grinned.You'll always be a smoker. She lit the tip and then watched herself open her mouth in the shape of a perfect "O" before snapping back the ball of smoke.

"Beautiful," a voice in the shadows behind her said. She glanced to the left and saw the reflection of Irwin climbing out of bed and walking towards her. "I love watching a confident woman smoke."

She smiled at him in the mirror, brought the cigarette up to the corner of her mouth and puffed on it at a 45 degree angle. The burst of orange on the tip, followed by the extra pulse of smoke floating upwards in a thin ribbon was a beautiful sight. She opened her mouth to watch it float above her tongue. Slowly she let the white fog ooze out of her mouth before snapping back every last wisp. She then exhaled through her nose, gently letting it waft down in soft streamlets.

"Amazing," Irwin said in awe. He put his hands on her shoulders and tenderly turned her body to face his. "You are a gorgeous smoker," he said softly as he moved closer to kiss her, but she placed her hand on his chest to feel the beating of his heart.

"The fetish is strong in you," she said as if she were a smoking Jedi master. With her fingers, she caressed the hairs on his chest, moving down the center of his torso until she reached the hard cock which she grasped in her hand. "Very strong," she said with a smile as she lightly stroked his penis. She brought the cigarette up to her lips and took another puff. The excitement in his eyes fed her own exhilaration at knowing the control she had over him this very instant as she filled her body with smoke. She gently pulled on the cock, guiding that missile towards its target. She placed it against the crusty pubic hair which he had ejaculated onto not more than two hours before as soon as he arrived at the hotel room that Saturday afternoon. When he inserted his shaft into her hole, she felt her whole body momentarily tense up before relaxing in the most pleasing way. It was like a missing piece of a puzzle had finally been found. She felt whole - physically if not particularly emotionally - as their two bodies joined as one while she leaned against the countertop behind her.

"Oh, Irwin," she groaned simultaneously with a puff which she held deep in her body, imagining the smoke bathing that dick in her pussy as this incredible lover expertly moved it back and forth, in and out, back and forth.

"There is something wonderful about fucking when you're standing up," he said, firmly in control now as he watched Myung enter a state of rapture. He took a monster puff on the Virginia Slims in her hand, and gently placed his lips against hers, allowing Myung to breathe in the rich smoke.

"Mmmm, yes," she murmured after inhaling and swung her head back, letting sheets of smoke emanate from her mouth. "Stick it in deeper," she moaned, and brought the 120 up to her mouth for a five second puff. She snapped back a dense cloud and immediately took another puff.

"Keep going," Irwin whispered.

Myung snapped back the second puff and immediately began a third.

"Fly higher," Irwin said, his voice rising as he felt the orgasm building at the base of his dick.

Myung snapped back the third puff, and embarked upon a fourth. There was so much pressure building up in her body. How much longer could she hold back the storm?

"Oh, God," Irwin said in jubilation as he watched the glow at the base of a long ash, "the smoke completely controls you!" He had entered a state of total euphoria. He no longer had control over the function of his body's movement. His pelvis thrusted back and forth into the cavity between her legs of its own free will. "I can't fucking hold it!"

When Myung snapped back the fourth, her body exploded in electric excitement. She was blinded by a white light, and she had the momentary sensation of being in freefall. "Oh, YES," she groaned as her body began convulsing uncontrollably. She wrapped her arms around Irwin's neck and let the sexual spasm take its course, violently moving throughout her body in all directions. Immediately she felt a massive gushing in the middle of her pussy which then flooded her vaginal canal with tremendous force. "I'm cumming," she gasped with thick clouds of smoke pouring out of her mouth.

"Oh, cum to me, my smoker!"

"I'm cumming," she panted over and over, smoke continuing to emanate from her lips. "Oh, Irwin. Oh, God..." She took one last puff and dropped the cigarette into the sink behind her. Rather than inhale, though, she placed her mouth against Irwin's, forcing the smoke into his lungs with a strong gust, and then felt her body tingle as his dick bulged upwards in response while still deeply embedded in her cunt.

"So strong," she panted with a smile as she patted Irwin's chest. "That was incredible," she added with a chuckle, "but now I need to lay down." She was exhausted. Indeed, she felt as if she could pass out after so much smoke in her body.

Surprised that he had so much strength, Myung allowed Irwin to pick her up in his arms and carry her to the bed where their bodies laid side by side. Immediately she kissed him, and he reciprocated. It surprised her when after only a minute he pulled back to catch his breath. Was she going too fast for him? Was it so difficult for him to keep up? No matter. She would take her time.

She placed the palm of her hand along his cheek and smiled as she contentedly looked into his eyes.I like this man, she thought to herself. Never before had she felt so much sexual pleasure being with someone from the opposite sex. She loved how he treated her. She loved his gentle kisses. She adored his huge cock and his ability to make her cunt explode in joyful pleasure.

But did she love Irwin, theman? She, of course, knew that she did not. He was not a plaything to her. She respected him too much to see him as a boy-toy. This was a good man whom, if she had the emotional capacity to love a man, would probably be the object of her affection. But he was not, and she admitted to herself that he never would be. She would have to tell him this eventually, but not at this moment. Not today. Not while they were having so much fun and feeling so much pleasure.

"What are you thinking?" he said as he gazed back into her eyes.

"How stupid I was to reject your advances for so long," she said honestly.

"Well," he said as he reached for her extra pack of cigarettes on the nightstand and handed them to her, "you'll get no argument from me there." He then reached for his own pack and accepted the flame from her lighter after placing a cigarette between his lips. He French inhaled the puff and held it in his body. "So howdid such a beautiful woman learn to smoke in a culture that looks down on women smoking?"

"I guess it's just the rebel in me," she said with the wave of her head as she held the freshly lit cigarette aloft, but she could see that Irwin wanted a more detailed answer. "When I was 14, my mother decided that I should be a dancer."

"You certainly have the body for it," Irwin whispered erotically as he moved his hands up and down her torso.

"Down boy," she said teasingly. "Do you wanna hear this story or not?"

"I'll behave," he said with a wicked smile, "for now." He gave her a wink.

"So she took me to the local studio in our town which was known nationally for its traditional Korean dance company. While she was in one of the instructor's office filling out paperwork, a group of young women, all teenagers like me, came out into the lobby where I was sitting, each one still wearing the beautifulhanbok they used in their performances. One by one, they all lit an all-white cigarette. They were so gorgeous. I knew immediately that I wanted to be just like them."

"A dancer?" Irwin asked inquisitively as he was about to take a puff.

Myung looked at him with a sly smile. "A smoker." She brought the 120 up to her lips and took a sexy puff. "That was the only reason," she said with smoke pouring out through her mouth, "that I didn't resist my Mom's demand that I go to dance lessons. And my classmates, both young and old, were only too happy to corrupt this 14 year old by teaching her how to smoke."

"My God," Irwin said in awe after exhaling a creamy cone above her head, "you've been smoking since you were 14?"

"Well, not quite" Myung said after an exquisite French inhale. "Mainly it was just puffing, and only once a week at the dance studio. I liked smoking because it looked cool, but I never really got good at inhaling it. I was just a...oh, what do they call it these days...acasual smoker, I guess. At least for about a year." She paused and then smiled. "And then I met Kim."

"Kim?" Irwin asked.

"Kim O'Donnell." She looked at Irwin who was clearly surprised by the western name. "She washonhyeol."

"My Korean's a bit rusty," he confessed with some embarrassment.

"Mixed blood," Myung said. "Her father was an American in the military who met her mother when she was studying in the US. When he got stationed in Korea, Kim and her Mom rented an apartment in our town so that they could be close to the base without being on the base."

"It must have been tough being a half-kid in such a homogeneous culture."

"Oh, my," Myung said in a scandalous tone, "some of my classmates treated her shamefully! But she was tough. When they'd curse at her, she'd curse right back in perfect Korean."

"Sounds like you admired her," Irwin said, oblivious to the undertone of infatuation in Myung's telling of the tale.

"Oh, yes. Tough but a heart of gold. And she was so beautiful," she said wistfully. "I wanted badly to be her friend."

"To corrupt her," Irwin said with a chuckle, still oblivious.

"Well, that, too," Myung added with a fiendish smile. "But you know what I soon discovered? She was already a smoker! And she and her mom smoked these," she said lifting up the half smoked cigarette. "Virginia Slims are popular in South Korea, but it's difficult to find 120s. Kim's mother fell in love with them while in the US, and so had them shipped to her from a friend in America by the box load. When Kim gave me one of hers to try, I knew that I was in love."

"So it was love at first sight?" Irwin asked.

Immediately Myung blushed. "With Virginia Slims, yes" she added to cast aside any suspicion. The truth is that shewas madly in love with Kim, and she with her. That's when she first realized that her sexual desires were counter to what mainstream society told her they should be. She experienced her first orgasm with Kim, and many orgasms after that in the dark shadows behind the stage when the theater was empty. She wondered now, though, whether she was revealing too much to Irwin. After all, he didn't need to know that she was bisexual. "I paid Kim out of my allowance for VS-120 packs.That's when I became a smoker - when I was 15."

"That's still pretty young," Irwin said with a chuckle.

"Mmmm," Myung hummed as she took a puff and snapped it back, letting it float freely in her lungs. "My Mom thought so, too." She exhaled the excess smoke in a thin stream. "She was livid when she found out that after two years, all this dance school had done was teach me how to smoke."

"What happened to Kim?"

"Oh, she eventually moved back to the States when her Dad was redeployed."

"So you lost your Virginia Slims supplier," he said teasingly.

"Yes" she tried to respond in a lighthearted tone. She was, though, heartbroken when Kim, her first love, moved away when she was 16. Twenty three years later, she still felt the sorrow in the pit of her soul. But, in an effort to mask her sadness, she added, "But immigrating to America was a lot easier knowing I could find 120s here."

"And your husband didn't mind that you smoked? I mean, you said he was pretty traditional."

"But he had the fetish...like you," she said with a naughty smile. "He loved watching me smoke."

"I know just how he felt," Irwin said as he moved his lips towards hers.

Myung welcomed his tongue into her mouth, swirling it around her own before pushing it back into his mouth where she could taste his smoky breath. Her pussy was pulsating with delight. "Stick it in me," she ordered between kisses, and her lover obeyed willingly, plunging his dick deep into her vagina.

"Oh, God, yes," she gasped as the force pushed her flat onto the sheets. She moved her hips back and forth, matching the pulse of his rhythm. She imagined that cock ejaculating its white cream deep into her pussy again, mixing with the previous sperm of only 20 minutes ago, and she moved her hips back and forth faster. But then the rhythm stopped as he pulled out.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, totally in the power of the rapture that had engulfed her soul.

"How about something a little different this time?" Irwin said with an evil smile, and he inserted just the tip of his dick into the outer opening of the vagina where each gentle in and out movement stroked her clit.

"Oh my, God," Myung moaned in total ecstasy as she puffed hard on her 120. "Oh, that's so good," she said in a smoky exhale. She took another puff and snapped it back. "Soooo goooood," she groaned, smoke pouring out from her lips and her nostrils.

"You like that?" Irwin asked wickedly, enjoying every second of the bliss that he could see Myung had fallen into.

"Oh, yes," she groaned and took another puff. "Please don't stop." Another deep, cheek hollowed puff. An orgasm was building quickly. It was going to be a monster flow. She closed her eyes and started moving her head back and forth as smoke rose from between her lips in thick curtains."Please, Kim, don't stop!"

And then Irwin stopped.

"What's wrong?" Myung asked desperately between pants, feeling that she was right on the precipice of orgasm. "Why did you stop?"

Irwin was motionless, his erect dick slowly reclining as it leaned against her outer pussy walls. "Youloved her, didn't you?"

"Who," she asked in bewilderment.

"Kim," Irwin said. "You just called out her name."

That feeling of rapture evaporated instantly, replaced by a profound sense of humiliation. "Oh, Irwin," she said in embarrassment as she brought the palm of her hand up to her forehead and covered her eyes, "oh, God...Irwin, I'm so sorry."

Irwin rolled off of her and sat up on the bed. "She must have been someone special."

Myung kept her hand over her forehead. She wanted to sink into the mattress, through the floor and out of the room entirely.Time to come clean. "Yes," she confessed as she slowly pulled herself up into a sitting position. "She was my first. I did love her...very much."

"When you told me years ago that you had sworn off men after your marriage, I assumed you meant Korean men. That's not what you meant, though, is it?"

"It's complicated." She took a final puff on her cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray on the night stand. She breathed a deep sigh. "I'm bisexual when it comes to...physical desires. But I have never loved a man, Irwin, not even the one I was married to for five years." She chuckled. "To be honest, I was more interested in his female classmates than I was in him."

Irwin was stunned. How could he have been so blind? "So, you," he said pointing at her and then himself, "and I?"

"You are a very nice man, Irwin," she responded with a tender smile.

"Nice," he said with a chuckle as he looked down at the sheets. He reached over to the night stand and pulled out a cigarette from his pack. "Nice," he said again in a whisper, and then he lit the all-white 100.

"More than nice," she said trying not to hurt his feelings. "You're a bit full of yourself, but in a charming sort of way. You're kind and gentle. You know how to treat a woman." She bit the bottom of her lip, "And you're an amazing lover."

Immediately Irwin started to regain his confidence with that last compliment. "But," he said looking into her eyes, "there's no future forus, is there?"

She shook her head slowly with a sympathetic smile. "You'll make a wonderful husband one day to a very lucky woman," she paused.... "but that woman won't be me."

Irwin brought the 100 up to his lips for a slow burning puff. Rejection is never easy, but seeing that it came from a lesbian made it just a little less painful.And she does think I'm a good fuck. "Still friends?" Irwin said as he held out his hand.