After two very successful episodes and a couple of less interesting cases something so weird happened to me, I still find it hard to believe. It made me understand the power of the fetish better, and let's say I had a good time, but I'm not particularly proud of it.
I went to a mall one Saturday with the intention of lurking around to get a glimpse at women smoking. The smoking wasn't as glamorous as in bars, but the light was a lot better. Also I enjoyed seeing "good" girls who looked quite neat, smoking hard. Employees on their breaks would hit much harder than usual, trying to get as much nicotine as the ten minutes break would allow for.
I had chosen a bench near to the back entrance of a shop for a better view, when a woman sat on the same bench. It was cold and everybody had coats on. She looked pretty massive and I didn't give her much attention. Then she muttered an excuse and asked if I wouldn't have by any chance a cigarette. I always carried cigarettes even if I don't smoke, so I gave her one and snapped my lighter for her. She took an endless drag, inhaling most of the smoke directly. She exhaled only a bit, then dragged again and inhaled while exhaling thru her nose and then all over again, finishing off half of the cigarette in about a minute. I gave her a better look. She had a pretty round face, with almond shaped big dark eyes. Her hair was dark blonde and she had a pale complexion that may have been caused by hard smoking. No more than thirty, I judged.
'Gee, I needed that now. It took me over an hour to build up the guts to ask someone for a fag. Thank you, Mister, you saved my life.' She said with a deep sigh, talking out smoke.
It took her no more than another minute to finish off her cigarette.
'You mind if I ask you for another one?'
Of course I gave her one.
'Yeah, here, no problem, but why the fuss? I mean any smoker would have helped out gladly.'
'Oh, so you didn't notice? I'm pregnant and most people think badly of me 'cause I smoke.'
'Well, if you smoke, you do it anyway. Why not help you out?'
She rewarded me with a big smile. On her second one she took it easier, but she still double pumped and took heaps of smoke in.
'But what happened to you, that you can't just buy a cigarette? Are you in trouble?' I asked her.
'Oh, sort of, yeah. My daughter drove me here and took off. I forgot my purse in the car, and I have no money, no phone, no id. I don't know how I'm gonna get home.'
The answer was obvious. I looked at her and wondered how come she had a daughter old enough to drive. She seemed to read my mind.
'Yeah, my daughter is sixteen. I had her at thirteen, eight more daughters and no man at home. I love a good fuck anytime and I love to gamble too, so every now and then I get pregnant. And before you ask, yes I have smoked thru all my pregnancies, two or three packs a day, and all my daughters are ok, cute little things.'
'You sure are an early starter, and for a mother of nine you look fabulous, if I may say so. If I may I'll gladly drive you home.'
She gave me a sensual look, obscured by her smoke, and then a peck on my cheek.
'You're sweet, darling. That would be sooo nice of you. And while we're at it, I could do with another cigarette.'
I took out the pack and handed it to her.
'Here, keep them, I don't smoke myself anyway. I just keep them for little ladies in distress.'
She gave quite a laugh, interrupted by a slight cough.
'Thank you again. You are my white prince. I wouldn't mind if we could take off now. I hope my precious little brats haven't set the house on fire.'
I didn't make much of her remark, but what a shock would await me when we would reach her home!
She directed me to a house on the outskirts, far from any neighbor. The pack of cigarettes had been half empty when I gave it to her and she had just finished the last one when we arrived. We entered the house and I couldn't make out much, as a huge cloud of smoke obscured my view. As my eyes adapted some, I froze in terror. Several girls, from a cute little five year old to a slack teenager of maybe fourteen, were sprawled around the living room, on the floor and on the couch and each of them held a lit cigarette. The one that looked like fourteen (actually she was only twelve) even had a Tiparillo. As I watched them, partly in horror, but also with a beginning bulge in my pants, I could see that they were all smoking in earnest. Even the smallest one took cheek-hollowing drags and inhaled with ease. The oldest one inhaled her Tiparillo like an Ultra Light. I couldn't believe my eyes. What kind of woman would allow her children to smoke like that?
The woman, who now introduced herself as Patty, was obviously reading my reaction on my face.
'You're shocked that I let my girls smoke.' She said.
My throat was too dry to speak, so I nodded.
'I tell you what. I had my first cigarette at the age of three. My own father taught me how to smoke, and I have smoked ever since. I learned how to inhale immediately and at first I smoked only a cigarette or two on weekends, but by the age of five I smoked daily and at ten my mom gave me a pack every day. I did the same with my girls.' She waved to the girls. 'Hey girls, come over here and meet this man. He's been nice to me and we will make him feel good.'
The girls lined up and shook hands with me.
'Hi, I'm Amy'
And so on. I was shocked again to notice that the one with the cigar seemed pregnant.
Once again my host read my face. 'Jo here is six months pregnant.'
I want all my girls to breed as soon as their period sets in. I look for a stud and bring him home. We all fuck him and hope to become pregnant. The smaller ones just give him a rub with their pussies, the elder ones take the real thing. That's what their reason to live is. Smoking, fucking and breeding. They all love it. Isn't it so, girls?'
They all nodded in consent. The pregnant one, Jo, asked:
'I want him to fuck me too, even if I am pregnant.'
'Don't worry, hon, you'll get your turn too. But after he has served me, he'll take care of Val here, she must be ready by now.'
The girl named Val, a lanky teenager, still small and thin, with barely noticeable breasts, came over, extending her hand behind my head and made me lower to her. She sniffed me out like a doggie, then she kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth, till I opened up and we had quite French kiss there. Exhaling smoke into my face, she said:
'He's good, mom. He smells good and he tastes good. Don't drain him. I want him to do me right too.'
She had a husky voice, obviously from her smoking. Her body may have been underdeveloped, but her face looked older than her age. She had blonde hair, tied up in a bun, leaving some curls on her forehead and around her ears. Her cheeks were caved in slightly, her nose was perfectly straight and thin, and she had beautiful deep set brown eyes. If her smoking wouldn't ruin her too soon, she was bound to turn into a real beauty.
My mind went reeling. I should have fled that place immediately and maybe even call the cops or the welfare people. But the fetish got the better of me. I would have the chance to do all those kinky things I had fantasized about, never believing it may become real one day. But here I was. The mother had undressed and I got a better look at her body. Her belly was huge, but the rest of her didn't look all that bad. She had big melon-shaped breasts and quite a backside. One of my darker fantasies had always been to fuck a pregnant woman while she smoked hard.
She didn't put up a lot of fuss, but just dropped her clothes right there, while the girls tore at mine, so we were standing there naked soon.
'Good, You're ready to go.' she said, seeing my upright cock.
Actually I do have quite a good organ. Not oversized, to scare the girls off, but above average both in length and diameter. The girls all took a look at my buddy, some touching it and commenting on it. I didn't pay much attention to them, as the mother dragged me to a chair and made me sit down. Then she eased herself on my lap, while she took my cock with her hand and made it slide directly into her slit. She was wet as she could be, and surprisingly tight for a nine-fold mother. One of the girls produced a cigar, lit it expertly and after a good inhale brought it to her mother.
The big pregnant body started to rock up and down my cock. I was electrified. I cupped her breasts, or it least I placed my palms under them, pinching the nipples, as they were way too big to fit into my palms. It didn't take long and she began to groan and moan and cry out, surrounded by clouds of bluish smoke from her cigar. As I wanted to save my power, as soon as she convulsed in her orgasm, I let it shoot off too. She leaned back on my chest, turned her head and gave me her tar stained lips and tongue. The taste was strange, but it was good too. It almost turned me on again, but I fought it. Finally she was satisfied, and liberated me for the next one. The girl Val had already undressed and while I had worked on her mother she had masturbated on the couch dangling a cigarette. Now she stood up and took my hand.
'I want to do it in mom's bed.'
There was nothing to say, so I followed her. She made me sit down and after she had arranged cigarettes, lighter and ashtray on the side, she leaned over, took my limp cock in her mouth and revived it with her tongue. She knew exactly what to do, so I suspected her of having done this earlier.
As soon as I had my flagpole up again, she saddled me face to face. First she just covered my dick with her already wet slit and started to kiss me. In that too, she showed quite some expertise. Feeling those small lips and holding that girlish face in my hands was quite exciting. She smelled sweet, but I could also smell the sourish undertones typical to a longtime smoker. The tar on her breath was rather intense. After two sessions of thorough tongue pushing, she finally helped my cock with her hand into her pussy. I felt a small resistance at first, a sign she had indeed been a virgin. Her hymen gave way easily and she gave a start, but then she began to moan in pleasure. She rode me that way for a while, till I erupted with utmost delight. She too had her orgasm. She had held a cigarette between her teeth, dragging all the time on it. Now she took the flattened butt out and stubbed it into the ashtray. She reached for another one and smoked away relaxed, blowing all the smoke my way.
'I hope you liked it. If I don't get pregnant you'll have to fuck me till I am, you know.'
I should have been disgusted by the situation. Instead I was ecstatic about that girlish voice, the childish body with this seraphic face. I caught myself hoping she would need a lot more fucking till she got pregnant. Watching her talk and smoke made my buddy swell again and I gave her another ride. She seemed quite pleased that she had made me do it again. She had an orgasm alright, even if she didn't react in a frantic way. They granted me a little rest and some sandwiches with a coke, till I had to work Jo over.
Jo wanted to get it with her feet up on my shoulders, so I indulged her. She lay there on her back, her huge belly protruding, her breasts almost invisible and chewed on a huge cigar. As soon as she got hot, she inhaled the smoke of that cigar with every breath. The hotter she got, the more she inhaled, till a wave run over her body, culminating in repeated contractions of her vagina and a loud cry, muffled by her cigar. I had hardly time to spurt out into her, before she pushed me away with her feet and rolled to one side. She abandoned the rest of her cigar in the ashtray and caressed her belly with both hands. She muttered under her breath, addressing her unborn child.
'Yes my darling, mommy got you an extra treat of nic. Wait till you're out. I will get you all the smoke you want. Mommy's gonna let you smoke as much as you want to.'
She went on like this, ignoring me. Her words gave me the creeps and images of a baby sucking on a soother with a cigarette in it, haunted me. But I didn't have much time till the next one needed my services. This one, named Rachel, had rich dark hair, long and slightly curled, a white complexion with faint freckles on it and pretty girlish features. She must have been around ten, I guessed. She came to me on the couch and jumped on my lap, fondling into me. Just like her sisters she smoked Marlboro 100s with a lot of elegance, like an adult, and she also inhaled steadily and with visible pleasure.
'Don't you smoke, mister?' she asked with her tiny voice.
'No I don't.'
'Too bad, you don't know what you're missing. I didn't like it at first. But mom made me breathe in the smoke, till I got used to it. I was sick at first, but after a while I didn't have to puke every time and later on mom didn't have to force me to smoke. Now I love it better than my sisters. I smoke a pack every day since my seventh birthday. Look, I can even cough like mommy.'
She demonstrated her smokers cough. She would be coughing her lungs out before she was twenty, I said to myself, but I couldn't stop getting excited. She wiggled on my lap, smoking and chatting, till she felt the swell in my pants.
'I'm not ready yet, but mom said I can fuck anyway if I want to. I have been practicing French kissing with my sisters and I watch carefully when they fuck, so I am prepared. You wanna do it?'
All I could do was peck her on her forehead, but she pushed herself up to reach for my lips and we started a French kiss. This was weird. I hated myself for it, but I felt like doing it. She was more than willing to try it. She had no panties on, so I turned her around and made her sit over my erect cock. With a fresh cigarette clenched between her teeth she began to rub her tiny slit over my cock. Then after a while she deliberately pushed herself against my cock till it did slide into her not fully developed vagina. She was very tight down there and my cock entered only half, but she tried to make me fuck her anyway.
I swear I didn't do it on purpose. She acted like she knew what she wanted and pumped her pelvis up and down till she made me cum. I was dazed. Part of me was elated, but what was left of my reason went rabid. I don't know what may have happened next, but then another one of the girls, maybe seven or eight years old, approached me, taking turns on a lollipop and a cigarette. The sight itself was gruesome enough, but what she said next was too much for me.
'Hey mister, care for a blow job?'
I jumped into my jeans, fetched the rest of my clothes in a bundle and fled. I threw everything in my car and frantically started the engine and drove off with screeching tires. I grew more and more horrified. At one point I had to stop the car and vomit. I was shivering from cold and revulsion. Finally I could bring up the energy to dress myself a little better and then I drove home. I had done things both revolting and illegal. I considered calling welfare to clean up that mess and take care that at least the little girls would be helped to lead a normal life and give up smoking before it would kill them. The mother should go to jail or a mental home. But then I panicked. What if they would stumble upon me and what I had just done there? After a sleepless night I decided to leave it at that. With little success I tried to forget the whole thing over the next two weeks. Then I saw it in a newspaper. Welfare had finally been alerted by somebody. So the poor souls would be taken care of.