The Stepmother, Part 6

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THE STEPMOTHER

6.	Mommy in Control.

   Melissa's lovemaking session with Tina lasted over an hour.  Katie was
gentle and tender.  But Tina made love madly, wildly, passionately.  Neither
way was bad, Melissa realized.  It was sort of like choosing between
chocolate and vanilla ice cream.  Both kinds were good, and so it was here.
Making love with Tina was fuckin' great.  Her only regret was that Katie
wasn't there to join with them.  But Tina promised that all three of them
would make love together soon.  Melissa couldn't wait.  Her sexual appetite
was growing minute by minute, it seemed, by leaps and bounds.

   Finally she retreated to her room.  She felt exhausted.  She had to resume
her studies and collect her thoughts.  In the last 24 hours she'd had more
sex than she ever had before.  She was no virgin.  She lost her virginity
after her 15th birthday fucking a guy from her old high school.  The last
year at Pemberton she had a one-night stand with a guy visiting his little
sister at the boarding school whom she knew.  But apart from those two brief
episodes Melissa didn't really have any sexual experience.  She told the
truth when she admitted that to Tina.  But now finally she was getting some,
and she loved it!  Yeah, lesbianism definitely wasn't bad.  Not at all.  In
fact it was fuckin' hot!  After making love with Katie and then with Tina she
began to think again about Andrea, her lesbian friend back at school who
consistently hinted around at wanting a sexual relationship.  Ah, lovely,
adorable Andrea, Melissa sighed.  When she went back to Pemberton in
September perhaps she and Andrea would finally get together after all!

   Her cell phone rang.  That was odd.  Very few people had her cell number.
Her heart leapt.  Maybe it was Consuela!  Or her dad!  She clicked the
button.  "Hello?"

   "Melissa?  Hi, this is Enrique Garcia.  Remember me?  I'm Jose Rodriguez'
friend.  I met you last Thursday.  I parked cars and tended bar at your
stepmother's party that night."

   She remembered.  "Oh sure.  Hi, Enrique.  But you met me as Carla.  You
never saw the real me without the wig and the makeup, did you?"

   "No, I didn't," Enrique admitted.  "But later Angelina and Jose showed me
a picture.  You're quite attractive either way, Melissa."  He paused.  "But
that's not why I called."

   "Yeah, why _are_ you calling?  And where did you get my cell phone
number?"

   "Jose gave it to me after he got it from his sister Angelina.  The whole
Rodriguez family is in trouble, Melissa.  Big trouble."

   "Yeah, I know, Enrique.  Don't worry.  My stepmother's calling my dad's
lawyer this morning.  He'll take care of the situation.  I'm sure of it."

   He paused again.  "I'm not so sure, Melissa.  As of an hour ago no one had
contacted them.  That's why I'm calling.  They have no money.  They need
someone to help soon."

   Melissa was stunned.  Katie promised.  Did she forget?  Or was it
something else?  Katie repeatedly said having Consuela around got in the way
of all the sexual escapades she planned.  God, maybe Katie purposely didn't
call the lawyer!  Maybe she never intended to help Consuela!

   "Enrique, thanks for the heads up.  I'll get right on it.  I'll make the
call myself!"

   "Thanks, Melissa."  For a moment he said nothing.  "Listen, can we get
together for lunch today?  Maybe it's a bad time but I'd like to meet you in
person; you know, to talk."

   She smiled.  Thursday night she remembered the tall, dark, handsome hunk
seemed fascinated with her.  He was sinfully good looking.  Being with Katie
and Tina was fabulous.  But Enrique might be an opportunity of a different
kind.  "Sure," she replied.  "Why not?"  They agreed to meet at twelve thirty
at a little out of the way café on the other side of downtown.

   Melissa hung up.  She lit up a Newport 100 while looking up the number of
her dad's law firm.  She dialed it and asked for Richard J. Witherington III.
He was the lawyer who oversaw all her father's business and person legal
affairs.  Surprisingly, he answered the phone himself.

   "Mr. Witherington?  Hi, this is Melissa Robertson.  Remember me?  Good.
Listen, did Katie my stepmother call you yet?  No?  Well, let me tell you a
story.  We have a problem with our housekeeper Consuela Rodriguez.  It's a
problem that I know my dad will want you to take care of right away -."

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   At twelve thirty Melissa walked into the Lucky Star Café.  She
deliberately wore a clingy sleeveless blouse, a tight short skirt and heals.
She looked good and she knew it.  Her tight top prominently called attention
to her tits.  She looked much older than 16.

   Enrique was already sitting in a booth.  She smiled and waved and walked
over.

   "Hi, Enrique," gushed the pretty teenager.  "It's nice to see you again."

   Enrique was handsome; handsome, tall and dark complexioned.  He
momentarily gasped upon seeing the beautiful woman who sat down across from
him.  "Uh, hello, Melissa," he stammered.  "Thanks for coming."

   She put her purse on the seat.  "No problem.  Listen, I talked to Dad's
lawyer.  Apparently my dad left him a voice mail about it last night.  He
told him to call Katie or me.  I beat him to the punch.  But now he's on the
case.  Dad told him to do whatever it takes so Consuela, Angelina and Jose
don't get deported.  Mr. Witherington or one of his colleagues will contact
them this afternoon."

   Enrique breathed an audible sigh of relief.  "Thanks be to God," he
muttered while crossing himself.  "Jose said that Consuela told him you'd
take care of everything."  He stopped.  "I hope you don't think I'm too
forward, Melissa.  Jose and Angelina said you're a wonderful person.  The
thing you did Thursday night took a lot of courage.  I'm not too much older
than you and, well, I really wanted to meet you, properly this time."

   "How old are you, Enrique?"

   "Nineteen," he admitted with a shy smile.  "I met Jose at the university.
In the fall I begin my senior year in Engineering."  Seeing a surprised look
on her face he grinned.  "I graduated from high school two years early, at
16.  I was fortunate to receive a full scholarship to the university.  My
family didn't have the money to send me to college.  I'm not - like you in
that regard."

   God, he was smart, articulate _and_ handsome!  "Wow, I'm impressed,
Enrique.  You _must_ be smart.  I'll be lucky to graduate from high school at
18," she kidded.

   "You don't fool me, Melissa.  Pemberton is a very exclusive girls prep
school.  It takes more than money to get in there.  I know.  I looked it up
on the web."

   She laughed.  He did his homework.  She liked him already.  "Hey, Enrique,
tell me.  Do you smoke?"

   He hesitated a moment.  "Well -.  Uh, yes, I must admit that I do smoke a
little."

   It was her turn to let out a huge sigh of relief.  His being a smoker made
it perfect.  "Good.  I hoped that was the case.  I mean, I really hoped you
were a smoker like me.  So, Enrique, what say we move to a table in the
smoking section?  If you don't mind, I'm dying to have a cigarette right
now!"

   Enrique seemed taken aback but not unhappy with this revelation from the
beautiful girl who was sitting across from him.  He hailed their server and
they promptly switched to a booth in the smoking section of the cafe.

   As soon as they were seated Melissa took a pack of Newport 100s from her
purse.  She put a cigarette in her mouth and waited.  Quickly Enrique pulled
a lighter from his pocket and offered her a light.  She accepted it
graciously.

   "Thanks, Enrique," she said with a grateful grin as she released a puff of
uninhaled smoke from the corner of her mouth.  She then hit hard on her
Newport 100 while she made a V around it with her two fingers.  "Whenever
possible I like to smoke when I get together with good friends," she added
after snap-inhaling smoke deep into her chest.

   Meanwhile Enrique lit up a Marlboro Light 100.  "I didn't realize that you
also smoke, Melissa," he admitted.  "But I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
After all, you're a friend of Angelina's.  So it makes sense.  She and Jose
smoke all the time, don't they?"

   Melissa smiled contentedly.  "Yeah, I don't know about Jose, but Angelina
sure does smoke.  All my friends at Pemberton do, too.  I finally gave in and
started myself a few months back.  I suppose I shouldn't say this, Enrique,
but I really like smoking."

   "Yeah, me too," he grinned.  He looked relieved.  "I shouldn't say this
either, Melissa.  But I'm glad you smoke.  I do, and I know that many girls
don't like guys who smoke."

   She held her cigarette beside her face.  She leaned forward.  Ambient
smoke curling from her Newport 100 drifted lazily between them.  "Well, maybe
that's true with some girls who aren't smokers.  But for me, I actually
prefer a guy who smokes, Enrique.  If I'm with a guy who smokes I don't worry
about apologizing for smoking too much.  And I do smoke too much."  She put
the cork-tipped cigarette between her lips.  She dragged on it hard.  "Know
what I mean?"

   "Completely," he laughed.  "I feel exactly the same, to be honest."

   The server came to take their order.  They chatted about nothing and each
smoked two cigarettes before eating their meal.  Afterward they both had
another.  Melissa was delighted.  Enrique seemed great.  It was nice smoking
with him and not having to offer any apologies for her own habit.  And he
definitely seemed interested in her.  She felt the same about him.

   Being around Katie had taught Melissa not to be shy.  As he gave the
server his credit card she turned to Enrique and smiled.  "So, Enrique, do
you have a girlfriend?"

   He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.  "Uh, no, I don't," he
stuttered.

   She smiled confidently.  "Good, because I don't have a boyfriend, either.
Most high school guys I know here in town don't smoke.  But since I smoke
now, I don't think I want to date any non-smokers.  I want someone who feels
about smoking the same way I do.  I think we'd get along great, Enrique, you
and I.  So I'd like to see you again.  Interested?"

   "Yeah, I sure am," he grinned with embarrassment.  "I like you, Melissa.
I'm quite a bit younger than all my classmates at the university.  So I don't
go out with girls much.  But God, if you're interested, well, yeah, I'd love
to see you again."

   She reached for her pack of Newport 100s.  She shook out another
cigarette.  "Fabulous," she smiled while putting it in her mouth.  "How about
it we get together tonight?  We can go out and do whatever."  She already had
in mind what the "whatever" should be.  She felt horny as hell all over
again.  But she didn't want to scare Enrique.  So she lit up her cigarette
and just continued to grin at him.

   "But -.  God, I don't know how to say this.  I'll just say it.  Are you
okay going out with someone who's Mexican-American?"

   Melissa laughed out loud.  She forcefully expelled exhaled smoke from her
mouth and nose.  "Oh my God!  Of course.  Yeah, I'm fine with it.  What
difference does _that_ make?"

   "I don't know," he admitted nervously.  "It's just that some people -."

   "Some people are morons," she finished for him.  "Angelina is becoming my
best girl friend.  I love being with her and her cousin Maria.  And Consuela,
Angelina's mom, is almost my surrogate mother.  I don't have any prejudices
about it if that's what you mean."

   Enrique flashed a big smile.  "Wow, that's great.  God, yeah, I'd love to
do something with you tonight, then."

   She hit on her cigarette and inhaled deeply.  "Enrique, let's be honest.
You're a handsome guy, obviously smart and lots of fun."  She paused, thrust
out her lower jaw and exhaled a stream of mentholated smoke straight upwards.
"I'm liberated when it comes to sex.  I'm not one of those sweet shy retiring
girls who never talks about sex and never gives out.  If we go out I expect
to sleep with you, to fool around, whatever you call it.  In other words,
Enrique, to be blunt, I like to fuck."  She grinned.  "I hope you don't mind
me being so straightforward!"

   Enrique looked dazed.  "No, course not," he stammered helplessly.  "I
mean, shoot.  God, I don't know what to say."

   "Then don't say a thing," she grinned.  She drew on her Newport 100.  "I
think we understand each other, Enrique.  You want to fuck me and I want to
fuck you.  So tonight let's give it a shot and see what happens.  Muy bien?"

   "Si, muy bien," he laughed.  The server returned with his credit card
slip.  He signed it, gave it back and stood up while shaking his head.
"Melissa, you're amazing.  Don't get me wrong.  I'm not complaining.  I love
your honesty.  It's not what I'm used to but I love it."

   She kissed him gently on the cheek.  "You'll love everything about me,
Enrique.  And I mean everything!  I promise."  She laughed, and he did, too.

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   Melissa walked in the mansion's front door.  She literally ran into Katie
who was coming from the other direction walking out of the kitchen.

   "Oh, hi baby," Katie laughed.  "Do you have a big kiss for Mommy?"

   Melissa laughed back wickedly.  "Yes, Mommy, I sure do."  She was mad that
Katie hadn't called the lawyer but was glad to see her nevertheless.  She did
indeed plant a big kiss on her stepmother's mouth.  Katie reciprocated by
thrusting her tongue into Melissa's.

   "Oh, Missy," Katie giggled and then sighed.  "My God!  You really _are_
glad to see me, aren't you?  Shit, I love it when you call me `Mommy' like
that, especially right before you kiss me right on the mouth.  God, it turns
me on.  It's so wonderfully degenerate of you!"

   "Yeah, it is, isn't it?" Melissa agreed.  She began fondling Katie's
breasts.  "You've really corrupted me, you know.  I'm turning into a regular
sex machine, Mommy."  She said those word with a purposely coy giggle.  "Tina
and I did it this morning before lunch.  God, it was fuckin' great.  I wish
you'd been here.  But I still want more.  It seems I always want more now."
She kissed Katie again and pressed her hands harder against her stepmother's
breasts.

   "Yeah, I know what you mean," Katie groaned.  "God, you're becoming just
like me, Missy, honey.  And that _so_ turns me on!"  She kissed her back and
grabbed her stepdaughter's tight little ass, squeezing it hard.  "I have a
little surprise for you, baby.  Let me show you."

   Melissa groaned.  "Can't it wait?  I want you, Mom.  I want to suck your
pussy and try out some of the things Tina showed me this morning," she added
suggestively.

   Katie pulled back.  "Oh, don't worry, baby.  You definitely _will_ suck my
pussy!  But first, let me show you these."

   The blond walked to the table in the hall and picked up a stack of
photographs.  She gave them to Melissa as she pulled a cigarette and lighter
from her pocket.  "Take a good look, darling," she said casually before
lighting up.

   Melissa stared.  The pictures were of her and Tina frantically making love
in the great room that morning.  "These are hot," she had to admit.  "But
what the -?"

   Katie expelled a powerful jet of smoke.  "The tables are turned, Missy.
It went just like I planned.  I warned you not to fuck with me.  But you had
to get that video of me coming on to you dressed as Carla.  So I had Tina
seduce you in front of the window this morning.  I had a guy stationed
outside with a camera.  He took these incriminating photographs.  God, it'd
be a shame if your dad saw them!"

   Melissa stared in disbelief.  "You don't mean -?"

   "Yeah, that's right, honey.  You got it.  I want the videotape back, all
the stills and all the copies.  Otherwise I anonymously send these to your
dad.  God, I really like this one," she gloated.  She held it up.  It showed
Melissa exposing her breasts and urging Tina to come closer.  The picture
made her look like a total slut.  "Your little blackmail scheme just ended,
darling.  I was pretty sure that our fucking together changed your mind about
using the video against me.  But I couldn't take that chance.  So I made
arrangements to blackmail you myself.  I need your evidence against me back.
After I destroy it it's my word against yours as to whether I've been
unfaithful to your father.  And you'd never want to admit to him that you and
I are lovers, now would you?"

   "But Katie," she whined.  "I thought we were partners.  I thought you
liked me."

   "I do like you.  Well, to be more precise, I like to fuck you," she
corrected.  "That's all.  Oh, I also love corrupting you.  It's a real
turn-on for me.  Don't worry.  That won't change.  In fact, nothing changes.
Everything will keep going just as it has been.  We'll continue sleeping
together all week while your dad's away.  We'll still fuck around and I'll
continue corrupting you and teaching you about nasty sex.  The difference is
you'll do anything I want from now on.  You see, Missy, dear, now I have the
leverage, the evidence, against you.  And I'm nowhere in these pictures.  As
far as these pictures go I'm totally in the clear!"

   Melissa just shook her head.  She was confused.  She felt like a
cigarette!

   "Melissa, from now on you'll regale your father with stories about what a
great stepmother I am.  You think marrying me was the smartest thing your dad
ever did.  You'll beg him never to get rid of me regardless of what happens.
You'll be my biggest supporter, baby.  And the whole time secretly we'll be
lovers.  You'll suck my pussy on command any time I want it, whether you want
to or not."  She tapped an ash in the ashtray and grinned evilly.  "Get it?"

   The teenager slowly nodded.  "I need a cigarette," she groaned.  "God, I
need to smoke!"

   Katie handed her a Benson & Hedges 100.  "Here, baby, have one of mine.  I
got these from Tina.  We're switching to these now, by the way.  I decided."
She gave her stepdaughter a light.  Melissa frantically double-pumped the
freshly lit 100 millimeter cigarette.  "I decided I prefer non-menthol.  So
now, so do you!  You'll smoke whatever brand I say from now on."

   "I don't mind these," Melissa replied.  "That's not a problem."

   Katie went on.  "Good.  Oh, in case you were wondering?  My smoking won't
change.  And yours won't either.  You did me a favor making me smoke.  I'm so
relieved that I smoke again!  I considered making you quit to punish you for
being so bad to me, for taking those nasty pictures and threatening to show
Bill.  But then I thought, why?  I want to keep smoking and I prefer that you
do, too.  I like watching you smoke, honey.  It's another way that you're
following my footsteps.  In fact, my goal is to get you up to two packs a day
by summer's end.  You'll be my chain-smoking love slave for the few months.
What do you think of that?"

   Melissa released a thick cloud of smoke.  She felt a little better.
"Katie, you didn't need to do any of this.  I really was a willing student.
I like you.  I admire you.  I want to be like you."

   "I'm glad, honey," she smiled.  She paused to give Melissa a gentle kiss.
"I believe you, too.  But you know how relationships go.  If you don't you'll
soon find out.  Things get sour.  People drift apart.  It always begins
white-hot but eventually cools off.  When that finally happens to us I need
to know you won't double-cross me.  With these pictures of you and Tina in my
possession, and your videotapes of me with Carla destroyed, I can move
forward with confidence in my plans."

   "But Katie -."

   "Let's get one more thing straight," she interrupted.  "From now on,
always call me Mom or Mommy.  It turns me on, and I like being turned on.
So, what were you going to say, Melissa, dear?"

   Melissa groaned and hit again on her cigarette.  "But Mom, none of this is
necessary.  Seriously, it isn't.  I'd do it anyway."

   "Great.  Wonderful.  Then bring me the videotape and all copies.  Oh, and
the stills.  Right now, honey.  Scoot!  Go upstairs.  Bring your whole
blackmail collection.  We can destroy the tapes and pictures together.  It'll
make me feel better.  Then we'll really be partners like you said before."

   "But if we destroy my tapes, what about your pictures of me?  Can we
destroy them?"

   "No, honey, unfortunately we can't.  I need a trump card.  As long as I
have them everything will be great.  Now get that little ass of yours
upstairs and bring me your videos and stills.  We'll rip up the tapes and
pictures.  Then we'll make love here on the floor to celebrate."

   Melissa took her cigarette and went upstairs.  She had no choice.  But in
her own mind she long ago lost any leverage over her stepmother.  Being
Katie's secret lover diminished both her desire and her ability to use the
Carla video against her.  So she unloaded her stash and willingly brought the
contents downstairs to Katie.

   "Excellent," Katie smiled, looking at the original and the copy of the
video.  "Now, hon, here's what I want.  Put a fresh cigarette in your mouth.
Hold the cassette in both hands.  Start pulling out the tape and say `I love
you, Mommy' while you rip it up."  Katie put her hand on her crotch. She was
clearly ready to play with herself.  Will you do that for me now, please,
dear?"

   Melissa did.  With her cigarette in her lips she began to pull tape from
the videocassette.  "I love you, Mommy," she smiled sweetly.  Smoke poured
from her mouth while she ripped up the tape.  "I love you _so_ much that I
want to fuck you right now!"

   Katie was already rubbing herself underneath her skirt.  "Oh my God," she
gasped breathlessly.  "This is so fuckin' hot!  Say it again, baby!"

   "I love you, Mommy," Melissa repeated.  It aroused her to see Katie
masturbating.  It was hot.  She ripped more tape out of the cassette.  "Can
we fuck, please, Mommy?  Pretty please?"

   "The next tape," Katie groaned.  "Start ripping up the other copy, too."

   She obediently began pulling tape from the second cassette.  She crinkled
and ripped it up.  Meanwhile Katie played with herself harder.  "I love you,
Mommy," Melissa repeated.  In response Katie manipulated herself inside her
panties even harder.  The teenager liked seeing her stepmother get even more
excited.  "I want to suck your pussy, Mom.  Please can I?"

   Katie grew increasingly excited.  She was beginning to come.  Melissa
dropped the videocassette to the floor.  She quickly jumped on Katie and
began showering her with kisses.  The writhing blond was in the throes of
ecstasy.  In a flash Melissa's head was inside her stepmother's skirt.  She
pulled down Katie's panties and buried her face in her muff.  The older woman
groaned with ecstasy as soon as the teenager's mouth began to suck.

   "Oh fuck," Katie gasped breathlessly.  "God, you really _do_ love me,
don't you, honey?"

   "Yeah, Mommy, I sure as hell do," Melissa cackled from down below.  "Let
me show you just how much!"  Her lips and tongue returned to pleasuring
Katie.  "Fuck you, Mommy," she mumbled knowing full well that those critical
words only amplified her ecstasy.

   "Oh my God!  Oooh," Katie let out a piercing groan.  Successive orgasms
overwhelmed her gyrating body.  It felt incredibly electric!  The only thing
better than an unwilling victim, one forced to do what she was told, was a
willing one who eagerly embraced her fate and actually reveled in it.  That
was what turned Katie on about Melissa at that moment.  It turned her on even
more than the sexual stimulation being performed by her stepdaughter.  Katie
put her cigarette in her mouth and dragged hard while Melissa continued her
work below.  "Oh baby doll, you're _soo_ fuckin' good!"

   Melissa paused and looked up.  "I'm trying to be like you, Mommy," she
smiled, her mouth dripping with Katie's cum.  "I want to be just like you,
just as bad and just as good!"

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   The two exhausted women laid naked side by side on the thick carpeting
covering the great room floor.  Melissa felt great.  Katie was goddamn
terrific.  She thought she did okay making love to her stepmother, too.  On
the floor inches from their heads were a large cut-glass ashtray and two open
packs of cigarettes alongside two disposable lighters.  The glass ashtray was
full of crushed butts.  Anymore smoking and lovemaking had become
inextricably connected in Melissa's mind.  She silently reached for her pack
and withdrew another cigarette for herself.

   "Oh my God!  You still want to smoke?" Katie laughed wickedly.  "Shit!
There's just no end to that compelling need of yours to continually feed your
evil nicotine habit, is there, baby?"

   "Guess not."  Melissa smiled as she lit up.  She hit hard on the
cigarette.  "Damn, Mom, I simply love to smoke and I love to fuck.  I hope
you don't think either one of those is a problem.  You don't, do you?"

   "Problem?" Katie cackled.  "God, no!"  She reached for a cigarette.  "It's
precisely what I want."  She, too, lit up.  "Damn, we'll have a great time
this summer with Consuela gone."

   "I meant to ask you about that."  Melissa sat up and gazed at her naked
lover.  "You never called Dad's lawyer about Consuela, did you?"

   "No, honey, I didn't," she admitted expelling a torrent of smoke.  "I
never intended to, either.  Now that I have you under my thumb, I can admit
it.  I don't want that Mexican bitch around here.  I want whoever keeps house
for us to be on _our_ side, honey.  Tina probably won't stay with us long but
I need our housekeeper to be loyal only to me, not to your Dad."  She leaned
over to kiss Melissa gently on the mouth.  "After all, Bill wouldn't approve
of this activity, would he?"

   Melissa was disappointed to hear the truth though she suspected it.  She
frowned.  "We have to help Consuela," she whined.  She realized Katie didn't
know she already called Mr. Witherington to make the arrangements.  So she
simply smiled and dragged on her cigarette.  "God, you're so bad, Katie.
Really bad!"

   "Yeah, I am, girl," her stepmother answered.  She was relieved Melissa
didn't make a fuss over her evil scheme.  "Don't worry.  I'll spend the rest
of the summer proving it to you."

   A noise came from the kitchen.  It was the unmistakable sound of the back
door opening.

   "Oh my God," Melissa gasped.  "Someone's here!  What if it's Edward?"

   "Relax.  Edward never comes in anymore.  I told him to stay the hell out
of the house except in the basement.  It's probably just Tina back from the
store.  I sent her to get stuff we're out of."  She paused and called out.
"Tina?  Is that you?"

   The tall statuesque blond appeared in the door to the great room.  "Yeah,
it's just me," she smiled.  "God!  Looks like I missed all the action.  Did
you two have fun?  Looks like it!"

   "God, we sure did," Katie sighed happily.  "But you didn't necessarily
miss _all_ the action, Tina.  Come join us now.  We promised Melissa we'd all
do it together."

   Tina laughed.  Irreverently she walked in the room.  She towered over
Katie and Melissa lying there on the thick carpet.  "God, you two look
delicious!  Damn, I'd love to do it with you right now if you're not too
tired."

   Katie turned inquisitively to the teenager.  "Missy?"

   The idea of another turn, this one with Tina and Katie, intrigued her.
The youngster slowly nodded.  "Yeah, sure, why the hell not?"  She laughed
and hit on her cigarette.  "I'm a little sore but I think I can get up for
it."

   "That's the girl!"  Tina began to unbutton her blouse.  "Ah, the passion
of youth," she added, tenderly kissing Katie, then Melissa.  "I'm a full
service housekeeper," she quipped while shedding her blouse.  "It was fun
screwing you this morning, Melissa.  So I'd love to do it again with both you
and Katie."

   Before Tina could sit up Katie pulled the tall blond's skirt down to her
ankles.  "God, Tina, you have such fine long legs," she sighed in admiration.
"And such a nice snatch," she added, reaching up and grabbing Tina's crotch.
"I'd love to suck your pussy and have you suck mine.  But my main goal is to
corrupt Missy right now.  Let's you and me work on her together!"

   Now wearing nothing but her panties Tina sat down beside them.  She began
kissing Melissa.  "Katie, it'll be a pleasure to help you corrupt little
Missy even more," she seductively purred.  She locked her lips onto the
teenager's and kissed her harder.  "But really, there's not far to go, you
know.  Melissa's already a very bad little girl.  She's so wicked, so
wonderfully evil!"  She kissed her again and then smacked her on the ass.
"But you know what?  She should be severely punished for being so bad!"

   Katie lined herself up behind Tina and began to lick Melissa's thighs.  "I
agree, Tina.  Missy's been very bad indeed.  She's been acting like a little
slut today.  So we should fuck her super hard, right now, to punish her
appropriately!"  Her face reached Melissa's crotch.  She began licking her
pubic hair.  "You're so bad, Missy," she laughed wickedly.  "So very bad!"

   Tina kissed Melissa's tits while Katie continued working her pussy.  The
teenager moaned blissfully.  The pleasure was almost more than she could
stand.  Raising her cigarette to her lips she sucked hard and pulled smoke
deep in her lungs.  "God, I _am_ a very bad girl," she groaned loudly,
exhaling smoke in repeated bursts.  "I am such a fucking little slut!  I do
deserve to be punished."  Katie's tongue found her sweet spot.  "Oh damn!  I
love this!  Don't stop!"

   They didn't.  Tina and Katie pleasured her relentlessly.  Melissa soon
felt another powerful orgasm steadily build in intensity inside her trembling
body.  Abruptly she gasped and screamed out loud.  "Oh my God!  Fuck!  Oh
yes!  Oh God!  Oooh -.!"

   Shivering and shaking violently Melissa came in Tina's arms while still
holding her burning cigarette.  Katie kept sucking her pussy, vainly trying
to keep her tongue working despite the fact that the youngster's wildly
gyrating frame made it progressively more difficult.

   "Fuck," Melissa repeated, involuntarily jerking even harder.  Ashes from
her B&H fell to the carpet.  "God, Mom, that feels _so_ fuckin' good!"

   "Of course it does, baby," Katie said, at last releasing her mouth-hold on
her pussy.  "Mommy knows exactly what you need.  And you need to be fucked,
you bad little girl!"

   Meanwhile Tina had gotten herself so turned on she couldn't stand it.  She
reached inside her panties and began playing with herself.  Katie turned her
head and noticed the big blond.

   "Your turn now, Tina," Katie laughed taking a last hit on her cigarette
before mounting the tall girl.  "Come on, Missy.  Come with Mommy.  Let's
make this blond bitch scream for mercy the same way you just did!"

   Melissa took a deep breath.  "Okay," she gasped.  She dragged long and
hard on her cigarette before setting it down in the ashtray.  Katie worked
Tina's lips and breasts while Melissa attended to her pussy.  Smoke spurted
from her lips and nose as she did.

   Tina's rapidly mounting excitement quickly turned into a strong orgasmic
reaction.  "Oh my God!  Oh shit," she groaned in ecstasy.  "Oh that feels
good!  Yeah, just like that, girls!"

   "You're such a good girl to help Mommy like this, honey," Katie sniggered
at Melissa.  "But harder!  Suck her harder, God damn it.  Make her cum!"

   Tina's pelvis undulated out of control beneath Melissa's mouth.  "Come on,
you blond Amazon bitch," the teenager groaned in between sucking and licking
her pussy.  "I want you to cum all over my goddamn face.  I want to hear you
scream just like I did!"

   Finally Tina did.  She yelled like a banshee while vibrating like a leaf
in the wind.  Melissa felt deep and exciting satisfaction with her face
buried in the tall blond's muff.  Her mouth was wet from the glorious fluids
erupting out of Tina's labia.

   Tina lay inert on the floor.  The other two were beside her.  Melissa was
the first to get up.  She reached for the pack of Benson & Hedges 100 beside
them and shook one out.  "I need to smoke again," she declared with a little
giggle.  She lit up.  "I don't want to stop."

   Katie too grabbed a cigarette.  "You mustn't stop, honey," she laughed.
She fired hers up.  "I don't want you to stop, baby," she added while
releasing an initial exhale.  She held her cigarette to Tina's lips.  The
limp blond opened her mouth and dragged hard while lying flat on the
carpeting.

   "Thanks, hon," she smiled.  "God, that was nice!"  She laughed as she
exhaled.  "I meant the sex, though this cigarettes tastes mighty good, too.
Damn, I am _so_ exhausted!"

   Katie stood up.  Putting her cigarette in her mouth she pulled her shirt
over her head carefully, making sure not to knock off the cherry.  "That's
enough for now," she said as her face came back into view and she pulled the
shirt all the way down to her waist.  "I'd love a turn but we should all rest
awhile.  Maybe later?"

   Melissa stood, too.  "Sure, Mom," she giggled.  Still naked she pressed
her young body against Katie's and gave her stepmother a leisurely, sensual
hug.  "Thanks for punishing me.  I deserved it.  I'm so sorry I've been such
a bad little slut."  She laughed again.  "Seriously, thanks for everything,
Katie, including teaching me how to follow in your footsteps!"

   "You're welcome, baby," Katie laughed.  "I'll look forward to my turn
later."

   Melissa was putting her clothes back on.  "Oh, I forgot to tell you.  I
have a date tonight with Enrique Garcia."

   Katie frowned.  "With who?"

   "Enrique," Melissa repeated.  "Remember?  He parked cars at your party
Thursday.  You aren't the only one who thought Carla was hot."  She laughed.
She gave Katie a gentle poke in the midsection.  "He wants to go out with
me."

   "I don't know," Katie hesitated.  "I mean, God, for Christ's sake, Missy,
he's Mexican."

   "So?  Look, Katie, you screw around all the time.  I won't marry the guy."
She laughed seeing a continued look of concern.  "He's just a fuck, Mom," she
went on in a very matter of fact manner.  "He's tall, dark and handsome.
You'd do it in a minute if you were me."

   Katie finally laughed.  "I suppose you're right.  God, you're _so_
degenerate, Missy!  It warms my heart to see you developing into a real
teenage slut.  I mean it."

   "I don't know `bout that," she answered with her eyes twinkling.  "I just
want to have a guy.  I love this lesbian stuff," she added winking at Tina
who remained on the carpet.  "But do you blame me for wanting it all?"

   "You can't blame her," Tina interrupted, sitting up.  She, too, began to
dress.  "Katie, you've fucked at least half a dozen different guys this last
month.  I know.  You told me."

   "I know.  But Missy, make sure it's only physical.  Those people are
beneath you.  No one of your social status should be dating a goddamned
Mexican."

   The teenager saw no point in continuing the discussion.  "He's just a
fuck," she repeated.  "Don't worry."

   Melissa wasn't sure it was true.  She _did_ want to fuck Enrique, of
course.  That was a fact.  But the idea of having a relationship with him,
more than a one-night stand, was appealing.  She liked his sense of humor.
She like the fact that he was smart.  She liked that he seemed so nice, so
chivalrous.  She'd continue to tell Katie he meant nothing to her.  But
secretly she hoped her liaison with Enrique might develop into something
significant.

   Melissa, Tina and Katie didn't hook up for another troika that day.  Katie
spent all afternoon on the phone.  Meanwhile Melissa worked on her Latin
project.  She had to email an assignment to her professor and was up against
a deadline.  She finished after five.  She arranged to meet Enrique at six
rather than have him pick her up.  She left at five thirty without talking to
Katie.  Tina gave the teenager a sumptuous goodbye kiss before she walked out
to the garage.

   The evening turned out to be everything Melissa hoped for and more.
Enrique had little money so they ate at an inexpensive outdoor café near
campus.  At dinner they smoked, of course.  Smoking in public made her feel
liberated, wild.  She intentionally wore an outfit which accentuated her
figure.  By applying a little makeup she easily passed for 18.  Her smoking
at the café along with Enrique raised nary an eyebrow.

   They went to a movie at an artsy theater near campus, one that didn't show
Hollywood films.  Art movies weren't her cup of tea but she enjoyed simply
being there with Enrique.  Finally they went for coffee and again sat
outdoors at a coffee house on campus.

   "Enrique, I had a great time," she sincerely told him.  "You're amazing.
I mean it," she went on.  "I feel like we've known each other forever.  I
feel I can talk to you about anything."

   "Thanks," he shyly smiled.  "I enjoyed tonight, too.  At lunch you were so
blunt.  To be honest, I was afraid you weren't interested in me; only in
sex."  Seeing her startle he grinned.  "You did say you wanted to fuck,
Melissa.  I've never heard that from a girl before; at least not until after
we went out a few times."

   She reached for her cigarettes and gave him a coy smile.  "So, Enrique.
Tell me.  Have you slept with lots of girls?"

   He laughed again.  "Dios mio, you _do_ speak your mind, don't you?  Well,
I'll tell if you will.  I've always been younger than others in my classes at
school.  It's a curse being smart, I think.  But to answer your question,
I've slept with two girls.  I don't know if you consider that lots or not.
Of course I'd never name names."

   She lit up a Newport 100.  Despite Katie's insistence that she switch to
Benson & Hedges she fully intended to finish off her current carton.  "That's
just about like me," she smiled demurely before exhaling smoke into the
breeze.  "I slept with two guys in my life.  I won't name names, either.  One
was my last year in school here in town.  The other was the older brother of
a girl at Pemberton who's a friend of mine.  He was visiting his sister.
Both were one-night stands, I'm afraid, nothing more."

   "Why do you say `afraid,' Melissa?"

   She sighed, tapped an ash into the ashtray and raised the cigarette to her
mouth.  She drew deliberately, long and hard, and inhaled deeply.  "I like
casual sex," she began before pausing to exhale again.  She considered
telling him of her recent lesbian experiences but decided not to.  "But
there's more to life than just sex.  There's the excitement of being with
someone you really like.  You know?  Someone you enjoy being around because
they're fun, not simply because they're good in bed."  She laughed and
manicured her cigarette.  "Again, don't get me wrong.  I'm not against being
good in bed, either.  It's just that -.  I don't know.  I think I'd like a
serious relationship with someone."

   Enrique leaned forward.  "You're not as tough as you pretend to be,
Melissa.  At lunch you tried to impress me with how strong and independent
you are  But I think deep down you're a real softy."  He grinned.  "I'd love
to give that relationship thing a try if you want to."

   She tilted her head.  "Is this just a ploy to get me into bed, Enrique?"

   "I didn't think I needed a ploy,," he laughed.  "To get you into bed I
figured all I had to say is, `C'mon baby, let's fuck.'"  He shook his head.
"But that's not all I want, Melissa.  I don't just want to sleep with you,
though I do want that.  I want to love you."

   She visibly melted.  "That is _so_ sweet," she whispered.  "I like you,
Enrique."  She put her cigarette to her lips and drew on it.  "A relationship
with you sounds real nice."  She again tilted her head but this time released
a slow sensual stream of mentholated smoke through parted lips.  "And we
already have friends in common.  Angelina and Jose Rodriguez, I mean."

   "Right.  Incidentally I heard your father's lawyer did talk to them today.
I understand they may get out soon.  I hope everything turns out okay for
them."

   "Yeah, me too."  Melissa was glad to hear the news.  "But Enrique,
regardless of that relationship stuff I would like to fuck you tonight," she
went on with an impish giggle.  "I like sex.  I have a very strong sex drive.
I hope that doesn't bother you."

   "Bother me?" he laughed out loud.  "Any man in his right mind would die
for a chance to make love to you, Melissa.  You're a perfect combination of
sweetness and wickedness.  You're both a beautiful woman and wonderful
company."  He reached out to grasp her hand.  "What do you say we go to my
apartment?  My roommate will be out late tonight."  He grinned.  "I already
made sure of that."

   With a shameless smile Melissa put her cigarette in her mouth.  She
dropped her Newport 100s and lighter into her purse.  "Sounds great,
Enrique."  She did a hands-free drag before removing it.  "And you don't mind
that I smoke too much, do you?"

   "Mind?  Not at all," he replied.  He signaled for the check.  "Look,
Melissa, I totally identify with your desire to smoke.  I love it as much as,
if not more than, you do.  I love to smoke.  It always makes me feel good.
You understand what I mean.  I know you do.  You look amazingly beautiful
each time you light up a cigarette and smoke it in that sensual way you do."
He spoke in an almost worshipful tone.  "Dios mio, Melissa, the way you
always smoke, it's so passionate, so ardent, so extraordinarily zealous!  You
look like a woman who adores every cigarette and who loves every puff of
smoke she breathes into her body.  So why would I mind watching you enjoy
yourself like that?  It isn't something I mind.  It's something I treasure;
just like I treasure you, cara mia.  So smoke all you want when you're with
me, Melissa.  You and I, we understand each other about this.  Bien?"

   "Enrique, you're amazing!"  She waited while he paid the waiter.  After a
last drag she crushed her cigarette in the ashtray before she went on.  "Ever
since I started to smoke a few months ago I knew from then on I only want to
date guys who smoke.  But you don't just smoke, Enrique.  You understand.
You totally appreciate how much I love smoking and why, how it makes me feel
so good to have a cigarette burning."  They were both standing now.  She
leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.  "Thank you for saying
that, Enrique.  It makes me feel really good."

   He held out his hand and took hers.  They began walking to the car.  "I
want to make you feel good, Melissa," he grinned.  "That's why I enjoy seeing
you smoke.  And it's why I'll enjoy kissing you again."  He stopped walking
and pulled her towards him.  Their lips engaged.  This time it was a much
longer, more passionate kiss.

   Melissa felt a familiar dampness between her legs.  "Let's go, Enrique,"
she laughed.  "If we have to wait any longer I might just have to make love
to you right here!"

   At his empty apartment the two teens savored a passionate time in bed
together.  Melissa asked if he minded if she smoked while they made love.  He
laughed.  Of course he didn't mind, he said.  So she smoked while he caressed
her and slowly powerfully made love to her the first time, then a second time
as well.  It was far different from any sexual experience she ever had.  The
other guys she'd been with in the past were nervous and apprehensive.
Enrique was supremely confident and proficient.  He seemed to know just what
to do, when and for how long to do it.  Once inside her he seemed to last for
an eternity.  She came repeatedly before he did the first time.  Compared to
her experiences with Katie and Tina, being with Enrique was totally
different.  His cock pushing in and out deep inside her felt so much nicer
than anything her stepmother or Tina did, even with Katie's amazing dildo.
She later compared it to her feelings about menthol versus non-menthol
cigarettes.  She liked Benson & Hedges 100s of course.  They were great.  But
there was something extra special about the menthol flavor of her Newport
100s, something she liked better.  The Benson & Hedges were a nice change of
pace, but for a steady diet she preferred her full flavor Newport 100s.  And
a steady diet of Enrique seemed like it'd be a passkey into heaven itself.

   Melissa left his apartment at midnight.  She left quite reluctantly.
Driving home she lit up another cigarette.  It was the last in her pack.  She
mentally tallied up how much she'd smoked that day and concluded it was close
to two packs once again.  She wickedly giggled.  Enrique didn't mind, she
reminded herself.  He almost seemed to enjoy seeing her smoke too much.
Yeah, he was a perfect boyfriend, she concluded.  He was perfect for her in
more ways than one.

   She got home at twelve thirty.  The light was on in the great room.  She
wandered in to find Katie sitting on the couch in her nightgown reading.

   "So how was it?" her stepmother asked.  "I want details, honey, lots of
juicy details."

   Melissa sat in an adjoining chair and laughed.  "It was fuckin' great.
Enrique's a total stud.  He's _so_ much better in bed than other guys I've
been with.  God!"  Seeing a lascivious grin on Katie's face she went on.
"He's big, Katie.  Really big.  Damn, it felt so good having him inside me.
I could totally get used to that.  I really could."

   "You are such a fuckin' little slut," Katie laughed contemptuously,
unaware of her stepdaughter's emotional feelings for Enrique that went
unexpressed.  "God, it does my heart good to hear you talk like that, kid.
Fuck `em and throw `em away.  That's my motto.  Soon it'll be yours, too."
She got up and walked over to Melissa.  "I never got any this afternoon," she
whined haughtily.  "I'd like a little loving myself.  What do you say,
beautiful?"  She kissed her on the cheek.

   "God, I don't know," Melissa waffled.  "I mean, you and I did it all night
last night.  Then this morning Tina and I did it.  All three of us did it
again after lunch and Enrique and I fucked for a long, long time."  She
grinned helplessly.  "I don't know if I'm up to it, to be honest."

   "Now look, Missy," Katie shot back.  "I told you, don't mess with me.
From now on, if I want it then you do it.  Understand?  You don't want me to
tell your dad about the pictures, do you?  Or about you fucking Enrique?  I
bet he'd be super pissed if he knew about that."

   Melissa groaned.  "Katie," she pleaded.  "I mean Mommy," she said
switching to a more wicked tone.  "I love fucking you.  You know that.  But
I'm only human.  I don't think my cunt can stand another round."

   "Mine can," Katie smirked.  "Just eat me tonight.  Then we can sleep
together.  Or is your mouth too sore from sucking Enrique's cock?"

   "I didn't suck his cock," she said defensively.  She sighed.  He probably
wanted her to but she simply never thought of it.  "But yeah, you're right.
There's no reason I can't take good care of you before we go to sleep."  She
inched closer and gave Katie a playful pinch on the ass.  "I smoked two whole
packs again today," she teased, hoping to make amends.

   "Now _that's_ my girl," Katie laughed.  "I've been looking forward to
sleeping with you again tonight, beautiful.  Do you think Enrique might be
interested in fucking me, too?"

   Melissa laughed and shrugged.  She had no intention of letting her
stepmother near Enrique.  As she trudged up the stairs behind her she thought
about that.  Perhaps she wasn't really as sweet as Enrique imagined, but she
definitely wasn't nearly as evil as Katie thought she was.  She sighed and
reached into her empty pocket.

   "Hey, Mom.  I ran out of cigarettes driving home.  Can I bum yours?"

   "Of course, my darling little daughter," Katie snickered.  She handed her
stepdaughter her gold pack of Benson & Hedges.  "You hardly need to ask!"

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