The War Is Over, Part 2

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THE WAR IS OVER

2.	The New Battle.

   Phil and Kathleen left his restaurant separately to drive to his house.
Alone in his car, he took the chance to have a cigarette.  As he drove a
devious plan hatched in his brain.  Kathy Williams detested cigarette smoke
but desperately wanted to fuck him.  Fine, he'd get some revenge while he
fulfilled her depraved wish.

   He wasn't worried about Teresa.  He didn't care if she knew he fucked
Kathy.  The more he thought about it he decided he should tell her.  For
three years he and Teresa danced around the taboo subject of their
infidelities.  They both knew but never talked it over.  He wanted to know
more about the threesomes Teresa secretly engaged in.  God, he never knew.
It might be a way to expand his sexual relationship with Teresa and move it
in an altogether new direction.

   The house was dark.  Kathy pulled in the driveway to park in the shadows
by the house, not at the end of the driveway or on the street.  His house was
away from the road.  He didn't need anyone on his street seeing a strange car
in front of his house at night and asking questions.

   They entered through the front door together.  Kathy looked around.  "Nice
place," she nodded, walking through the entry.  "But God, Phil, the house
stinks like stale cigarette smoke!"

   "Well, play with fire and you get burned, Kathy.  So if you decide to fuck
a smoker you get second-hand smoke.  Want to rethink your proposal?  You can
still back out."

   "No, I'm in," she said with a naughty grin.  "God, I can't believe I'll
fuck a smoker.  It's been years since I did that."

   "As Shakespeare said in `The Merchant of Venice, `if you prick us, do we
not bleed?'  Smokers are still people, Kathy."

   She laughed.  "God, Phil, you're literary!  I love it."  She looked around
the large house.  "So, where's the master bedroom?"

   "Impatient much?"  He set his briefcase on the credenza and walked up to
the comely blond.  Putting his arms around her waist, he pulled her against
his body.  "God, I've wanted to do this for so long, you non-smoking bitch!"
With no warning he forced his lips on hers, kissing her.  She struggled for a
second out of instinct.  Then she sighed, and her tongue eagerly began to
explore his mouth.

   As she finally came up for air, Kathy grimaced.  "Ugh, smoke.  You just
had a cigarette!"  But nonetheless she still grinned.  "Even though you
stink, Phil, that was nice.  Very nice."

   "See, smoke's not so bad, is it?"  He kissed Kathy again, softly this
time, and ran his hands up and down her torso being careful not to touch her
tits.  He'd save that maneuver for the bedroom.  "Kathy, the fact that I
smoke makes this more exciting, doesn't it?"  He kissed her.  "It means
you're consorting with a smoker.  It's bad, and that excites you, I bet."

   "Yeah, I guess," she giggled.  She was impatient; he seemed to be slowing
down.  So she impetuously grabbed his ass and pulled him close.  "We're
_bad_, aren't we, Phil?" she teased.  "We're sworn enemies in the smoking
wars but we're about to fuck anyway.  We're so bad!"

   Sensing her eagerness he shamelessly hiked up her skirt to expose her long
legs.  They looked delicious.  "Yeah, we're bad, all right."  With a sudden
yank he ripped off her skirt.

   She howled.  "God damn it, this skirt was expensive!  You ruined it, you
bastard.  What are you doing?"

   He grinned.  "You want bad, Kathy?  You like bad?  I'll show you bad.
Watch this!"  He tore off the pearl necklace she wore for TV appearances,
then ripped her blouse, tearing it open and popping its buttons.  Both the
pearls and the blouse buttons fell, bounced and scattered on the hardwood
floor.  Her bra was uncovered beneath her blouse inside her business suit,
and her ruined skirt hung from her waist in disarray.

   Before Kathy complained further he forced his mouth on hers and heatedly
kissed her.  "You screwed me and the rest of the smokers in Bay City in the
antismoking campaign, bitch," he muttered between passionate kisses.  "Now
you pay.  Tonight I fuck your brains out!"

   Instead of protesting Kathy giggled and threw herself at him.  She kissed
him wildly with the fury of unleashed passion while she groped his body.
Clearly she wasn't upset by his ruining her skirt, her blouse and her pearl
necklace!

   "Yeah, punish me, Phil," she groaned.  "Make me pay!  God, I've been so
nasty.  I fucked you so bad.  So fuck me back.  Take me, bastard.  Make me
regret what I did to you!"

   Fueled by anger and lust, he swept her off her feet and carried her in his
arms into the master bedroom.  It was on the main floor down the hall from
the entrance, which was good.  He was in decent shape but she was too heavy
to carry up a flight of stairs.

   He kept kissing her while carrying her in his arms.  They reached the
bedroom and he forcefully threw her on the king-size bed in the center of the
room.  He leered wickedly.  In return her dark blue eyes were filled with
unbridled lust.  She was out of control.  She loved it.  But he wasn't out of
control.  No, Phil had a plan and he intended to follow it.  It was part of
his plan for revenge.

   He threw his suit coat on the carpet, but before letting it go he got his
Benson & Hedges 100s from the inside pocket.  Thrusting a cigarette in his
lips, in a single motion he retrieved his lighter from his pants pocket and
lit up.

   "Wait a minute," Kathy began to protest.  "Remember what I said?  No
smoking!"

   Phil smirked.  The cigarette hung from his mouth.  He released a smoky
cloud around it.  "Sorry, bitch.  You're in my house now, and in my house we
smoke.  Deal with it!"  He dragged and exhaled from the corner of his mouth.
A smoky haze surrounded his dangling cigarette.  "I hope the smell of smoke
makes you puke, Kathy.  You fucked Bay City's smokers.  Now this smoker is
about to fuck you and make you smell his smoke while he does it."  He climbed
onto the bed to mount her with his cigarette still hanging.  "I bet this is a
first for you, Kathy, getting fucked by a guy while he smokes!"

   He waited for her reaction.  Instead of pushing him away the gorgeous
blond let out a delighted giggle and frantically grabbed his belt.  She
wanted to play the game.  She ripped at the belt, pulling it off and tearing
the belt-loops from his trousers.

   "Get those fuckin' pants off," she moaned, ripping his trousers.  "You
can't fuck me wearing pants!"  She tugged hard on the zipper and pulled out
his inseam.  The slacks were ruined but he didn't care.  Like her skirt and
blouse, he could replace a pair of pants.  No, her lusty rejoinder was just
what Phil hoped for and wanted.  It seemed Kathy was gonna let him smoke
while he fucked her.  Oh, was he gonna fuck her!

   Impatiently she pulled his pants off the rest of the way.  Without delay
she grabbed his erect cock in his boxers.  "Yeah, this is what I want," she
grunted, clutching his cock and squeezing.  "You degenerate nicotine addict,
you like it rough, do you?  Well, what do you think of this?"

   She yanked hard on his cock.  He screamed, nearly losing his cigarette.
Searing pain shot through his body but he kept the cigarette in his lips.
The pain subsided.  He righted himself and lowered his loins over top of her
prone body.  Dragging on his cigarette he exhaled directly into Kathy's face.

   "Yeah, bitch, sometimes I do like it rough," he laughed heartlessly.
"Wait till you feel how hard and how deep I push inside you.  I'll pump you
so hard you'll scream for mercy before we're done.  Smoke will be the least
of your worries by the time we're through."

   She ignored his threats.  Silently she slid out of her panties while
tearing relentlessly at his boxers, ripping them off in tatters like his
pants.  Phil's shorts and slacks were in pieces and his engorged throbbing
cock was fully out in the open.

   "Okay, you smoking bastard, let's see how good you fuck," she whispered,
full of lust.  From the pocket of her ruined navy skirt she got something.
"Slip on this condom, baby, and let me find out how much of a man you really
are!"

   Phil tore it open and got the condom, slipping it over his throbbing
manhood.  God, he was so ready!  Fury and passion made him so hard he barely
believed it.  The condom was smart.  Even in his lust he knew protection was
needed.  Kathy was no virgin.  It was his one concession to common sense.

   Ashes from his cigarette fell everywhere, onto her demolished business
suit and onto the comforter on the king-size bed.  He didn't care and she
didn't either.  He already decided to tell Teresa everything but the mess
they were making in the bedroom meant he had no choice.

   With the condom on it, she eagerly grabbed his prick.  Lust filled her
eyes as she slowly, smilingly directed his cock toward her pussy, pausing
long enough to brush it against her tuft of blond hair.  "Mm," she groaned.
"It's so bad that it actually feels good, doesn't it, Phil?"

   He let out a smoky moan.  She was right.  It was incredible feeling her
holding his cock!  It was more than the physical sensation; it was the
intangibles.  He was smoking a cigarette in his bedroom about to penetrate
the sex of his hated enemy, and she was begging him to.  Holding himself
aloft by his hands, he hit on his cigarette and inhaled before lowering
himself and releasing an exhale into his lovely adversary's face.  He laughed
as smoke cascaded over her.

   "Yeah, the smoke's also so bad that it's good, isn't it, bitch?"

   The question was rhetorical.  Kathy was into it.  Her blissful expression
gave him the answer.  Maybe it was because he was smoking; clearly she loved
the depravity of it all.  Excitedly she shut her eyes and moaned.  She helped
him slip his stiff cock into her gyrating pussy.  He pushed hard into her,
forcing himself deep inside.  She groaned.

   "Oh God," Kathy whimpered.  "Damn, I'm being raped by a goddamn smoker.
Oh shit, it's so fuckin' hot," she groaned hungrily.  "Yeah, baby, that's
good, ooh, it's so good," she went on as he began to move in and out.  "Fuck,
Phil, it's great.  Oh yeah, honey, right there!"

   He pumped, not too fast but not too slow either, just enough to maintain
her excitement.  Ashes from his cigarette fell onto her quivering body.
"Like it, bitch?" he whispered in her ear.  "Tell me it's good.  Tell me that
you want more."

   "More!  God, give it to me, baby.  Give me more.  Oh yeah, like that!"

   "Tell me you don't mind my smoke, bitch," he went on.  "The truth is you
love that I'm smoking, because it's so evil.  Say that you love getting
fucked by a stinking smoker who has a cigarette in his mouth.  Say that you
deserve it.  Say it!"

   His cigarette was nearly spent.  Kathy was covered with ashes.  "Oh God!
Shit, I do, I deserve it," she moaned as she gazed in his eyes through a
smoky haze.  "I'm so bad.  I deserve to get fucked by you while you smoke
that goddamn cigarette!"

   "But say you like it, bitch," he repeated, thrusting harder inside her.
"Say it!"

   In response she groaned.  "God, yeah, I do like it," she admitted
breathlessly.

   Abruptly he stopped.  "Now tell me you love the smoke, Kathy.  God, you're
a fuckin' hypocrite, you phony non-smoker.  I want to hear you admit you
fuckin' love it right now!"

   She saw the game he was playing.  But she didn't care.  "Yeah, I love it.
Oh God, yes, I love the smoke.  It's so fuckin' bad that I love it.  Please
don't stop doing this, Phil.  God, don't quit.  Keep smoking and keep going.
Keep fucking me while you smoke!"

   Impulsively he took his spent cigarette and crushed it on the bedspread.
It ruined it, but so what?  Didn't matter.  It got him more excited and Kathy
reacted the same way.  She shivered with delight as he ruined the bedspread.
He was playing rough and she fuckin' loved it!

   "I'm done with this cigarette.  But I only pump my cock if I'm smoking,"
he whispered.  "It's the rule in our bed.  I only fuck Teresa if I can smoke
while we do it.  So, Kathy, what'll it be?  Shall I light up another
cigarette and keep fucking, or shall we just call it a night?"

   "God, no.  Smoke!  I don't give a damn anymore.  Please, Phil, anything.
Shit, just don't stop fucking me.  God, it's _so_ hot!"

   Without disengaging he got his B&H Menthol 100s.  His lighter was on the
bed so he got it too.  He lit up a cigarette and let it hang like before.
Purposely he moved in and out of Kathy, but slowly.

   "Oh yeah, here it comes," he groaned, leering.  "God, I fuck better if I
smoke, and now I'm gonna fuck you hard, bitch.  It's better, huh, Kathy?
Isn't it good?  Don't you like how it feels when I drive my powerful rod into
your slippery wet pussy over and over?  Yeah, it feels better now, doesn't
it, even with the smoke?  Or maybe it's better _because_ of the smoke?"

   Writhing in pleasure she groaned as each pelvic thrust humped her.  "Oh
yeah, better," she whispered.  "Lots better.  I love it.  God, Phil, you're
so bad that you're good!"

   He dragged repeatedly on his cigarette as he fucked her.  He intentionally
exhaled into her face.  He was inches above her and inundated her with smoky
exhales.  Kathy didn't object.  In her passion she breathed it in, all of it,
enjoying herself and coming closer to orgasm with each thrust of his driving
cock.

   Suddenly Phil had an idea.  He rolled on his side without stopping his
rhythmic pumping.  With a free hand he took his cigarette from his mouth
after inhaling unusually deep in his lungs.

   "Kathy, your blouse and skirt are ruined," he teased.  "So are my pants.
We trashed the bedspread.  But now's the best part.  I plan to trash your
virgin lungs and fill `em with smoke."  He exhaled and pushed his lips onto
hers, kissing her and simultaneously releasing smoke in her mouth.  She
turned her head to avoid it but it was no use.  He was too strong.  Without
wanting to Kathy got a mouthful of smoke.  Despite herself she breathed it
in.

   "God, fuckin' bastard," she gasped, choking on the smoky deposit.  "What
the hell is that?"

   "Smoke," he murmured softly.  "Want more?"

   "God, no," she squealed.  "It's fuckin' horrible!"

   "Okay.  Suit yourself."  And he began to pull out his cock.

   "No, wait!  What the hell are you doing?"

   "No smoke, no fuck," he laughed.  "In my house, Kathy, to get fucked you
gotta share the smoke.  House rules.  It's just how it works.  Unless you
play my rules we quit right now."

   "But I don't want to.  Shit, I don't want to quit," she babbled, grabbing
his ass to stop him from pulling out.  "Please, Phil, this is too good.  I'm
not done yet.  Don't quit on me!"

   "Okay then share my smoke, like this."  He hit on his cigarette and
inhaled.  With a smile he pushed his mouth on Kathy's and released an exhale.
This time she didn't struggle.  She barely blinked.  It went inside.
Eventually she breathed out and thin wisps of smoke followed.

   "There, not so bad, is it, Kathy?  You don't hate smoke as much you
pretend to.  You like it fine," he laughed.  "But I won't keep fucking unless
I can kiss you.  Since I'm smoking it means you get smoke every time I do it.
It's a small price to pay.  Take it or leave it."

   "Bastard.  You're doing this to punish me, aren't you, to get even?"

   He shrugged but simultaneously thrust his cock deep inside her.  She
gasped.

   "I dunno.  Maybe I am punishing you, or maybe I just like to smoke while I
fuck.  Teresa lets me smoke while we fuck.  See, you were wrong about me,
Kathy.  I don't just like blond hair and big tits.  I also like one more
thing.  I like girls who let me smoke while I fuck them."  Subtly he picked
up the pace of his pelvic thrusts.  "So, what do you say?  Is it worth it to
you or not?"

   The pleasure tingling inside her pussy reflected on her contorted face.
"God, don't stop," she groaned.  "Okay, I give.  Do anything you want.  You
can smoke and feed it to me.  I don't give a shit.  God, just fuck me, Phil.
I'm so fuckin' close.  Just let me cum!"

   "Oh, you'll cum, Kathy.  I'll make sure."  Still lying on his side he
returned the cigarette to his lips and with a free hand unhooked her bra.  "I
do like your tits," he admitted.  "So let's get these gorgeous boobs of yours
out.  Oh yeah, that's better," he said with her bra off.  "Let them breathe.
Let them breathe in the smoke.  God, very nice tits.  Gorgeous!"  He took his
cigarette from his mouth and kissed and caressed her breasts while he moved
his cock in and out harder.

   She moaned.  "Ooh, yeah.  God, it's so fuckin' nice!"  She was mesmerized
by the double pleasure of him licking her breasts while fucking her.  He
moved faster and so did she.

   He hit on his cigarette and kissed her.  She hesitated for a second but
then relented.  He filled her mouth with smoke and she obediently breathed it
in.

   "Yeah, you're bad now too, Kathy," he whispered, thrusting harder as wisps
of smoke escaped from her lips in staccato bursts.  "Now you're smoking like
me.  It makes you a very bad girl, especially since I see you like it so
fuckin' much."  He hit on his B&H Menthol and kissed harder.  "Tell me you
love it, bitch.  Say it, God damn it!"  His pelvis rocked rapidly.

   "I love it," she groaned obediently, exhaling bits of smoke as she mouthed
the words.

   "God, you're _so_ bad, Kathy," he laughed.  "Incredibly fuckin' depraved.
I'm gonna need to punish you.  I have to give you even more of my nasty smoke
before I let you cum."

   He saw from her face she was close.  She'd cum any second.  He covered her
mouth with his and exhaled into her while he drove himself in and out of her
hole as furiously as he could.

   For motivation he thought how much he hated Kathy Williams the non-smoker,
how bad she screwed him and his customers by championing the smoking ban.  He
focused on how he and Teresa hated the slutty bitch beneath him.  She
deserved deluge after deluge of his smoke.

   It worked.  His anger mixed with passion helped him give Kathy the hardest
best fuck imaginable.  She began to tremble, slowly at first then harder and
harder.

   "Oh God!  Oh shit.  I'm gonna cum, Phil.  Damn it, I'm cumming!"

   "Cum, baby.  I'm right with you.  I'm ready to unload into you, baby.
Yeah, that's it."

   He was on the verge.  He couldn't hold back.  All of a sudden her body
shook crazily.  Yeah, it was time.  It seemed impossible but he pumped his
cock even harder.  She came and so did he, simultaneously.

   One thing that made Phil great in bed was an uncanny ability to sustain
his erection after shooting his load.  He drove inside her for a long time.
Kathy kept spasming uncontrollably.  Meanwhile he filled her mouth with smoky
kisses, an assault she long since stopped resisting.

   Finally her jerking stopped.  She let out a huge sigh followed by a slow
satisfied groan.

   "Oh my God!  Wow, that was incredible.  I'm not kidding, Phil.  I
seriously think it's the hardest I've ever cum in my life."  She grinned.
"God, it was fuckin' great!"

   Phil smiled.  He surveyed the damage.  Two cigarette butts crushed on his
wife's expensive bedspread.  Ashes everywhere, on the bedspread and on their
discarded clothes.  Conspicuous burn holes could be seen on the clothes and
the bedspread.  Kathy didn't complain about the devastation.  Frankly,
neither could he.  He laughed.

   "Phil, you're fuckin' amazing," she went on with a satisfied grin.  "I
mean it.  Hell, I knew it'd be fun to fuck you but I never dreamed it'd be
this good!"  She giggled.  "I don't know why but for some reason it was
incredibly hot with you smoking and making me breathe it in like that.  God,
it made me feel _so_ bad, so evil!"  Another giggle.  "I loved it.  Thanks."

   "Thank _you_, Kathy.  God, I don't remember the last time I had such hot
sex.  You're a formidable opponent in debates but you're also a hell of a
lay.  You're fabulous!"

   He rolled over to reach for a cigarette.  She grimaced as she saw what he
was about to do.

   "Oh no, Phil.  God, not again?"

   He smirked.  "Look, Kathy, a cigarette after sex is a must."  He wasn't to
be dissuaded.

   "I never understood smoking after sex," she grunted.  "I mean, it's
disgusting, so filthy, I don't know, so incredibly-."

   "Bad?"  He grinned and exhaled into her face.  "Well, tonight you said you
can be bad and you proved it.  So the fact that smoking after sex is bad
shouldn't bother you more than anything else.  Anyway, I remember that in one
of our debates you admitted you used to smoke.  So how come you never smoked
after sex in those days?"

   "I smoked in high school but quit my freshman year in college.  I wasn't
sexually active till later.  That's when I got smart and quit.  So I never
had a chance to smoke after sex."

   "Hmm.  You should try it.  Seriously.  Why not give it a shot right now?"

   "You're crazy, Phil.  I mean, I haven't smoked a cigarette since I was
nineteen!"

   "Really?  It looked to me like you just smoked here with me."

   "No, I didn't."

   He smiled.  "Yeah you did.  I saw smoke come out of your mouth after each
kiss I gave you.  Looked like smoking to me.  Face it, Kathy.  You smoked.
Having a puff or two off my cigarette now after sex is no worse than what you
did before."

   She furrowed her brow.  "God, yeah, I guess I was smoking, huh?"  She
giggled impishly like suddenly it intrigued her.  "Okay then, let me have
that.  I ought to try smoking after sex, I guess."

   Phil gave her the cigarette.  Silently Kathy raised it to her lips for a
modest puff.  She released the smoke quickly without breathing any of it in.

   He frowned.  "Again.  Do it again."

   She looked at him quizzically but complied.  She put the cigarette in her
mouth and hit it more forcefully.  With no warning Phil lunged for her
stomach and tickled her.  His strategy worked.  Kathy laughed and
instinctively breathed in.  Without meaning to she pulled the smoke deep
inside her lungs.

   "Hey, what's up?" she asked as he abruptly stopped tickling.  Meanwhile,
exhaled smoke punctuated her question.

   "I did it to get you to really smoke," he explained with a sly grin.  "To
make you inhale, Kathy.  Hell, you don't get the full benefits of smoking
cigarettes unless you inhale, stupid girl."

   "But I didn't want to inhale.  It's bad."

   He reached for his pack and got a second cigarette.  "Bad?  So what?
Tonight you _are_ bad, Kathy.  You said it yourself, so it's entirely
appropriate if you're bad now."  Silently he lit up a second cigarette.  "So
smoke with me now."

   She saw what he was doing.  "Oh my God," she said, holding the cigarette
he'd given her moments earlier.  "You expect me to keep this one?"

   "Sure.  Why not?"  He exhaled a thin stream from his lips.  "You need to
fully experience smoking after sex.  It's the best, Kathy.  You can smoke a
cigarette, for Christ's sake.  No one's gonna know.  Come on, take another
drag and see."

   Reluctantly she put the cigarette to her lips.  She dragged.  This one
lasted longer.  Now she inhaled the smoke voluntarily and held it inside her
chest for a few seconds.

   Phil smiled victoriously.  "Not bad, huh?"

   She pursed her lips and released a startlingly thick exhale.  Smoke also
escaped from her nostrils in twin spirals.  "Bastard," she grinned.  "No, not
bad.  Not at all, I'm afraid."  In vain she looked for an ashtray.  Of course
no ashtray was in sight, only cigarette butts crushed on the bedspread.
Realizing the absurdity of the quest she laughed and impudently tapped an ash
on the dirty bedspread.  "Shit, this is so fuckin' disgusting!"

   "Not disgusting, Kathy," he cooed.  "Hot.  God, right now you're the
sexiest thing imaginable.  I love the bad Kathleen Williams.  Hell, she's a
fuckin' goddess!"

   Yep, it was true.  Kathleen Williams, the noted antismoking advocate, lay
beside him on his bed naked with a cigarette between her fingers.  It was so
hot.  It aroused him again.  With his free hand he began softly stroking her
breasts.  She sighed.

   "You bad boy," she giggled.  "You _like_ corrupting me.  You like seeing
me smoke like this, don't you?"

   "Kathy, you have no idea!"

   "Oh my God," she gasped with a big grin, noticing his growing erection.
"You're hard again.  Holy shit, Phil, you want to do it again?"

   "Yeah, you show me what a bad girl you are, baby," he whispered, fondling
her breasts with his free hand.  "Then I'll show you exactly what I want."

   Giggling mischievously Kathy put the cigarette to her lips.  She drew on
it, watching him watching her.  With a flourish she pulled the smoke deep
into her chest this time, purposely pushing both breasts closer to his
misbehaving fingers as she sucked the smoke inside.

   "Seeing me being bad turns you on, doesn't it?"  She was stating the
obvious.  Purposely she let smoke escape from her mouth as she said the
words.  "You like to see me smoke."

   He kissed her abruptly, answering her question and savoring the bitter
taste of smoke on her breath.  "Kathy, what you call `bad' I call `good,'
very, very exquisitely good!"  He pushed his torso against hers.  He was rock
hard.  "I want to fuck you all over again."

   In vain she looked to dispose of her cigarette.  But there was no place
for it except her hand.  She had to keep it so she did.  She laughed at his
increasingly amorous grinding against her lower body.

   "Okay, big guy.  You win.  I'll smoke this stupid-ass thing if you fuck me
once more."  To prove it she hit on the cigarette.  It was a real drag.
Willingly she sucked smoke deep into her lungs before pursing her lips to
release an exhale into his face this time.  The whole time he was gyrating,
grinding his throbbing member against her torso as she giggled out of
control.

   "Phil, you're so funny," she laughed.  "God, this is so incredibly
wicked!"

   "The best part is you fuckin' love it."  She started to say something but
he laughed and stopped her.  "Hush.  Don't deny it.  Hell, you know I'm
right.  Deep down I think you never quit being a smoker, Kathy.  No smoker
totally forgets how to smoke and what it's like.  So let me see you take one
more drag, harder this time.  Pull more of that delicious smoke down into
your sweet lungs and then just try and tell me this isn't fuckin' hot!"

   She didn't object.  Quietly she hit on the cigarette.  She inhaled and he
went down on her, licking her pussy.  She gasped.  His tongue tickled her
clit as smoke filled her chest.  It led to an extraordinarily deep inhale.
She groaned with pleasure, and he laughed.

   "Kathy, it's sweet combining nicotine and sex; incredibly addictive," he
whispered between licks.  "Teresa loves it.  So do Agnes and Tammy.  And so
do you, you bad girl!"

   "God, no I don't," she protested.  "I don't like smoking!"  But it was no
use.  He was right and she knew it.  Suddenly she was close to cumming again.
She screamed.  "Oh God!  Shit, yeah, right there!  Oh fuck, it's _so_ good,
you filthy bastard!  Fuck you, that's _so_ nice!"

   Encouraged, Phil pleasured her pussy with his fingers and tongue in
tandem.  He was damn good at it.  He had lots of experience pleasuring women;
he knew how to keep her going.  Her next orgasm was building nicely.  She was
breathing very heavily; and she was smoking.

   "Smoke for me, baby," he urged, diddling her clit.  "Don't stop, keep it
up!"  As he looked up Kathy put the cigarette to her lips.  She was breathing
hard and he knew more smoke would soon find its way deep inside.  "God,
you're _so_ bad, Kathy," he went on with a laugh.  "You're a dirty slut, a
slut who's so bad she loves to smoke while I eat her out."  He pushed his
mouth against her pussy and picked up his tempo.  She was close.  He sensed
it.

   All of a sudden she shrieked.  It was a loud, bloodcurdling scream.  Her
pelvis rocked up and down as her body quivered uncontrollably.  "Oh shit,"
she yelled at the top of her lungs.  "Fuck, this is it!  Christ, I'm gonna
cum again.  Oh, God.  Yeah.  Aahh!!"

   This orgasm seemed to never end.  Phil kept going with his tongue and
finger, helping her squeeze every ounce of pleasure from the mind-numbing
sexual experience.  Eventually her trembling subsided.  He looked at her.

   Kathy was sweating profusely, breathing deeply, and holding what remained
of her cigarette.  He smiled.  Worked like a charm.  She smoked the whole
time and she loved it.

   Gently he took the almost spent cigarette and held it up to her mouth.
With a satisfied smile she nodded, letting him insert it in between her
parted lips.  She looked content.  She took a long drag and without being
prompting inhaled.  After a moment the inevitable exhale came out.  He smiled
watching her.  He put the cigarette back in her hand.

   "Now crush it out on the bedspread," he commanded brusquely.  She
hesitated; he laughed.  "Any really _bad_ girl would do it that way, you
know."

   She giggled and pushed the cherry end of the spent cigarette into the
fabric.  She pressed down hard and the bedspread sizzled.  Then it was out.

   "God, this is _so_ degenerate," she laughed, pleased with herself.  "Phil,
I have to say, you are fuckin' amazing!"

   He ignored his cigarette while servicing her but it too was done.  So he
crushed it out on the bedspread too.  The comforter was ruined.  But it was
worth it.  Kathy liked being bad and ruining his bedspread enhanced the
experience for her.

   Half dressed, she gazed at her watch.  "Oh God!  It's after ten.  When did
you say your wife would be home?"

   "Midnight.  Don't worry.  Once Teresa sees her bedspread she'll know
something unusual happened!"

   "God, you're right," she groaned.  "So what will you tell Teresa?"

   He shrugged.  "The truth, that I fucked Kathleen Williams.  But I'll also
tell Teresa you smoked constantly just like I did.  I'll just explain that we
didn't have time to find an ashtray."  Seeing Kathy's disbelief, he laughed.
"Don't worry, gorgeous.  I'll think of something."

   All of a sudden Kathy seemed very uncomfortable.  "I should go."  She
looked at Phil.  "Are you really going to tell Teresa everything?"

   "Kathy, tonight you gave me valuable info on Teresa's extracurricular
sexual activities.  Once I confront her with that, I doubt anything else I
say will matter.  What's Teresa going to do?  Yell at me for being
unfaithful?  I don't think so.  Not now!"

   "But don't tell Teresa I smoked," she said guiltily.  "I mean, I don't
care if she knows we fucked.  I guess I don't care about that.  But the
smoking thing, God-."  She sighed.  "I'm ruined if anyone finds out I smoked
with you."  Fear crept into her eyes.  "Oh shit.  You're going to blackmail
me, aren't you?"

   He laughed.  "No, of course not, baby.  Don't be stupid.  I respect you,
Kathy, and I like you.  I'd never embarrass you like that."  He paused.
"Even though you deserve it."

   "Bastard," she teased, sitting up to dress.  "God, my clothes are wrecked
like the comforter."  She sighed.  "You know, Phil, when I asked you I was
only interested in a single fuck.  But now, God, I don't know."  She
hesitated.  "Is there a chance that we can do this again?  I'd like to."

   Phil was surprised.  He never expected that.  He figured it would a
one-shot deal, getting Kathy to smoke.  But what an opportunity!  He might
get her to smoke again.  The mere thought stiffened his cock once more.  

   "Yeah, I'd fuck you again.  I think you're hot, Kathy, and hot in bed too.
We fit together nice.  You're just the kind of girl I love to fuck."  He
touched her long blond hair and smiled at her.  Then he paused.  "Of course
you'd have smoke for me again."

   "So that's a prerequisite?"  She frowned.  "Oh, what the hell!  I do want
to fuck again.  So okay, yeah, sure.  But don't your hopes up, you evil
bastard.  I won't smoke all the time or anything.  Just in bed.  You
understand that, don't you?"

   "Naturally," he smiled.

   He helped Kathy gather her stuff.  She left after they shared a last
passionate kiss.  She clearly wanted to see him again, to fuck again, even if
it meant smoking for him.  As he watched her drive off into the night he
chortled to himself.

   "No, Kathy, you won't smoke all the time.  You didn't like it.  You hate
it."  He laughed out loud.  Yeah, right, as if!  It went better than he
dreamed.  He lost the war with Kathy Williams but the real battle was only
beginning.

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