Corrupted, Part 4

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CORRUPTED

4.	Sexual Freedom.

   Gwen had a wonderful time at the club with Connie and her friends, Kathryn
and Lydia.  It was a new experience, but she liked dancing and drinking.  She
looked good and felt good, too.  It was fun!

   Kathryn and Lydia were high school friends of Connie's, and acquaintances
of Gwen's.  She was a year ahead of them in school.  She remembered Lydia and
Kathryn, and they remembered her, too.  Lydia and Kathryn smoked, which made
it pleasant hanging out with them at the club.  Gwen took a fresh pack with
her.  By the time she got home, after midnight, it was almost empty.  She
didn't just break the church's rule about women not smoking in public.  She
shattered it!

   The next day she awoke with a headache.  Her mouth was parched; she reeked
of stale smoke.  She smoked way too much and drank too much the night before.
She felt like shit.  Before going downstairs she brushed her teeth, something
she never did before breakfast.  It made her feel better.  She stumbled into
the kitchen to start the coffee before her shower.

   After showering, getting dressed and fixing her hair, she got the morning
paper from the porch and settled down with it at the kitchen table while
enjoying her coffee.  Then she stopped.  A strange, yearning feeling welled up
deep inside.  She smiled, because she knew exactly what it was.  She wanted a
cigarette.  And, she decided, she'd have one.  Why shouldn't she?  "After all,
I'm a smoker now," she said aloud, retrieving a new pack from her carton and
opening it.  "And I want a cigarette.  So I think I'll have one," she
triumphantly proclaimed.  Sniffing the Marlboro Light 100 and savoring the
aromatic smell of unlit tobacco, she placed it between her lips.

   Clicking her lighter, she ignited the dangling cylinder.  The white filter
tip was securely fastened between her lips, and as she imposed suction a rush
of smoke entered her mouth and, as soon as she breathed in deeply, her lungs.
God, it felt good!  A wave of euphoria swept over her.  This cigarette tasted
better than normal.  Maybe it was because she smoked so heavily the night
before.  Or maybe she was just ready for another shot of nicotine.  Whatever
the reason, she made her first several draws unusually powerful ones, and
inhaled the smoke exceptionally deep into her eager chest.

   While feeling the pleasure delivered by the cigarette, she began thinking
of Don's reaction to her smoking.  He'd undoubtedly be pissed.  He'd probably
lecture her and try to talk her into quitting immediately.  She dragged again.
She had to make sure that didn't happen.  She tipped her head and exhaled.
But what to do?  She wasn't sure.  The only thing she could think of at that
moment was to make sure she was so completely re-addicted to nicotine that she
couldn't quit, no matter what Don did or said.  She pondered that scenario and
grinned.  It'd require smoking as much as possible for the next ten days.
She'd have to smoke at least a pack a day.  "Well, well," she announced aloud.
"That sure won't be a hardship!"

   She chained into a second cigarette while finishing her coffee.  Last night
she came out of the closet, smoking in public for the first time since high
school.  It seemed significant, though no one she knew saw her do it.  But now
was the time to take it to the next level.  She'd take her cigarettes to work!
The mere thought of it made her smile.  People at the office would be
surprised!  Mentally she checked off the list of others at work who smoked.
She'd attach herself to them and begin taking smoke breaks instead of coffee
breaks.  She tingled with excitement at the idea.  Yes, she was really
becoming a smoker now!

   As she headed out, dressed in another sexy new outfit, she thought of
something else.  If she smoked in her car it would further increase her
nicotine dependence.  Although she'd just had two at home, she deposited yet
another cigarette in her mouth to begin her drive to the office.  Lighting it
up at the first stop light, she released a first cloud of smoke from the
corners of her mouth around her dangling cigarette.  It felt good.  She
smiled.  It seemed that smoking always felt good!

   She smoked two cigarettes during her commute that morning, arriving at the
office satiated, but happy.  She dropped her pack of Marlboro Lights 100's and
her lighter in her purse before going inside.

   It took nerve, but on her morning break she followed the smokers from the
office outside with her cigarettes and lighter in hand.  With no explanation
or apology, she lit up.  She saw more than a few raised eyebrows, but the
other smokers quickly accepted Gwen as part of their little group.  One of the
other girls in accounting, a pretty redhead named Krissa, particularly
befriended her.  Before they went back inside, Gwen asked to tag along with
Krissa at lunch.  She did, and smoked twice more during the noon hour.  On her
afternoon break she had a couple cigarettes with Krissa and her friends.  And
driving home that afternoon, she again smoked two in her car.  She felt like a
smoker now, having quickly established a new routine that included indulging
her growing nicotine addiction at every turn.

   Connie was working a late shift at the video store and wouldn't be home
till after eight.  Gwen smoked while fixing supper under the watchful eye of
Miss June who was still prominently affixed to the refrigerator.  The clinging
odor of stale smoke was clearly noticeable in the house.  But rather than
making her apprehensive, the ubiquitous aroma further fortified her resolve.
She ate in front of the TV, drinking a beer, and while finishing her last bite
of dinner she mindlessly lit up again.  It had begun to seem like the most
natural thing in the world to smoke.

   Connie got home after eight and immediately reacted to the change in the
air.  "Oh my God, you've been smoking like a fiend in here!  The air is thick
with smoke, Gwen.  I take it you've once and for all decided to give up on the
back porch thing?"

   Gwen nodded eagerly.  "Today I smoked at work," she proudly announced.  "I
know Don will insist that I quit.  So I decided the best way to bolster myself
and make sure I don't give in to his demand is to ensure that I'm as addicted
as possible to nicotine before he gets here."  She placed another cigarette in
her mouth.  "So I'm trying to smoke as much as possible."

   Connie noticed the contents of the ashtray beside the couch where Gwen was
sitting.  It was quickly filling up.  "Well, it sure looks like you're making
progress," she dryly observed.  "But shit!  What on earth happened to your
clothes, girl?"

   Gwen was dressed only in her underwear, a bra and panties.  She gave Connie
an embarrassed grin.  "Well, it's so hot out today.  I was hot, but I didn't
want to run the air conditioner," she lamely explained.  "I felt I'd be cooler
if I just opened the windows and then stripped down.  God, I hope you don't
mind."

   Actually, that wasn't the real reason.  It _was_ hot, but she'd been
thinking about the aborted come-on from Connie the night before.
Inappropriate or not, she'd decided to see if she could prompt another move by
her sister-in-law.  She was already damned horny, and seeing Miss June on the
refrigerator while cleaning up the kitchen after dinner had made it worse.

   "Mind?  God, no, I don't mind," Connie smiled suggestively, circling around
and plopping herself down in a chair across from the scantily clad Gwen.
"You're a beautiful woman," she went on jovially.  "I don't understand why
Donnie doesn't fuck you at least three or four times every day!"

   Gwen drew on her cigarette and winked.  "And how do you know he doesn't?"

   Connie smiled.  "Well, I guess I don't.  But if he does, I suspect you're
feeling pretty neglected right now, with him being gone and all."

   She smiled.  "Yeah, I sure am," she said with a purposeful sigh.  "I look
at naked Miss June on the refrigerator all the time, and being dressed up in
nice new clothes with a new hairdo, and feeling really pretty for the first
time in a long while, well, all of it makes me feel very aroused."  She paused
and tapped some ashes from her cigarette into the ashtray.  "Do you know what
I mean?"

   Connie calculatingly moved onto the couch next to her.  "I sure do.  Poor
baby!  You obviously have so much pent-up sexual energy inside that beautiful
body of yours.  I wish there was some way I could help."  She paused and
smiled.  "May I have a drag?"

   "Sure," Gwen said teasingly.  She held out her right hand.  

   Connie crept closer.  Slowly she put her fingers over top of Gwen's,
carefully taking control of the burning cigarette and raising it to her own
lips.  She took a long, sensual drag and inhaled smoke deep inside her chest,
purposely making her breasts rise up in response.

   "Oh God!  Thanks _so_ much," she cooed, holding the smoke inside for what
seemed like an eternity.  Finally she opened her mouth and exhaled, but
slowly.  The smoke dribbled out, with some of it also escaping from her
nostrils.  She switched the cigarette to her left hand and softly placed her
right one on Gwen's knee.  "Would it be okay if I had some more?"

   The feeling of Connie's hand on her knee was electric.  "Yes, but of
course," she gasped breathlessly.  "Anything I have is yours, Connie.  You
know that.  Don't you?"

   The beautiful blond was still sitting right next to her.  While nodding her
head in agreement, she moved still closer, lifting the cigarette to her mouth
once more.  She dragged again, this time longer and more deliberately.  She
then voluptuously French-inhaled the smoke through her nostrils.  As she did,
she began moving her hand on Gwen's leg, drawing ever-widening circles, from
her knee up to her thighs, expressively exhaling smoke from her mouth and
nostrils the entire time she rubbed Gwen's thigh with her hand.

   Gwen shivered with excitement.  This was what she wanted!  Her sexual
appetite, already fully aroused, grew hungrier by the moment.  She didn't know
what to do, but she knew what she wanted.  Sister-in-law or not, she wanted to
possess Connie and enjoy her sexually.

   Sensing Gwen's eagerness, Connie batted her eyes and smiled while
continuing to hold the cigarette.  Their faces were now only inches apart.  "I
want you to have some smoke, too, sweetie," she whispered.  She lifted the
cigarette to Gwen's mouth.  "Don't you want some?"  Gwen smiled and nodded,
and sealed her lips around the white filter.  She sucked for several seconds
while Connie held it for her.  She then tipped her head slightly, to indicate
her drag was over, and as Connie removed the cigarette Gwen inhaled a huge
amount of smoke into her lungs.

   What happened next both surprised and pleased Gwen.  Before she could
exhale, Connie moved even closer and placed her lips on hers.  It was more of
a nibble than a kiss, but Gwen gasped with excitement.  As she did, she began
to expel the smoke in her lungs, and Connie hungrily caught it and sucked it
into her own mouth, at the same time she began kissing Gwen more earnestly.
Gwen moaned and kissed back, relentlessly releasing all of the smoke inside
her into her friend's mouth.

   The two women continued lightly kissing for several moments.  Connie gently
laid the almost spent cigarette in the ashtray and wrapped her arms around
Gwen.  The next kiss was a deadly serious one, and Gwen responded in kind.
She began moving her body, trying to force herself up against Connie's.
Connie rested one hand on Gwen's breasts and started to caress them.  Gwen
moaned with delight.  "Oh God," she gasped.  "I don't care about anything
right now.  I just want to have you."

   "Me, too, baby," Connie answered in between frantic kisses.  "Oh God, I've
been hoping this would happen from my very first night here.  You're so
beautiful, baby, so completely fuckin' beautiful."  She kissed her again.  "It
turns me on the way you've taken all my bad advice.  You've let me completely
corrupt you.  You're smoking, drinking, swearing and now acting like a slut,
too.  God, now I want to finish what I started!"

   In a flash Connie's hands were inside Gwen's bra.  She squeezed her
beautiful plump breasts, and Gwen moaned ecstatically.  It felt so good!  She
didn't have Connie's experience, but she'd learn.  Soon her bra was off and
Connie's lips were kissing her breasts while her hands found their way inside
Gwen's panties.  Gwen trembled with anticipation and delight.

   Then the phone rang.  "Oh, fuck," Gwen exclaimed.  "Fuck!  Fuck!"

   "Don't answer it," Connie gasped.  "Let the machine take a message."

   They waited and heard a voice on the machine.

   "Hi, Gwen.  This is Judy Nelson.  I've been so busy taking care of Phil's
leg and knee that I haven't talked to you since Don left town.  I thought I'd
see you at church Sunday night, but you weren't there.  Then I thought I'd see
you tonight, but you weren't there then, either.  I'm getting a little worried
about you, even though I know Don's sister's staying with you.  I guess I'll
just drop by to make sure you're okay."

   The women looked at each other.  In a panic, Gwen dashed to the phone to
pick it up before Judy finished her message.

   "Hey, Judy," she gasped, clad in nothing but her panties.  "I'm here.  I
was, uh, I was just changing the sheets upstairs when you called."

   "Oh, hi, Gwen.  Yeah, you sound a little out of breath.  But I'm glad to
hear your voice.  Like I said, I got worried when I didn't see you at church
tonight.  You're always there Wednesdays."

   Shit!.  It _was_ Wednesday.  In her new rebellious state, she hadn't
thought about her usual Wednesday night routine of attending church.

   "Oh yeah, I, uh, I had a hard day at work," she lied.  "I didn't feel up to
going to church.  But I'm fine, really.  There's no need for you to stop by."

   Behind her Gwen heard a lighter clicking.  She turned.  Connie was lighting
up a fresh Marlboro Light 100.

   Judy went on, unaware of Gwen's nakedness or Connie smoking in the
background.  "I'd like to see you, though.  How about if I stop by?"  She
lowered her voice.  "I need to get away from Phil, actually.  He drives me
crazy with his `sick boy' routine."

   Gwen scowled.  She had to find a reason why Judy couldn't stop by.  "Uh,
well, here's the thing.  Connie and I are in the middle of a discussion."  She
though fast.  "We're talking about splitting her parents' stuff between her
and Don.  This isn't a good time."

   "Oh.  Okay."  Judy sounded unhappy.  "Sure, I understand.  Well, can we get
together tomorrow night?  I can stop over."

   Gwen's mind raced.  She didn't want Judy coming to her house and smelling
the smoke that would surely still linger in the air.  Meanwhile, Connie
playfully crept closer and began mischievously exhaling smoke directly into
her face.  Gwen tried to wave her off.  "Uh, how about if we meet for coffee
somewhere instead, Judy?  Things are kind of a mess here.  I'd rather meet you
somewhere."

   Undeterred, Connie raised her cigarette to Gwen's lips and encouraged her
to quietly take a drag.  Gwen did, while Judy went on.

   "That'd be fine with me," Judy agreed.  "How about at eight?"

   They quickly agreed on a coffee shop near Judy's house.  As Gwen hung up,
she gasped a sigh of relief and turned toward Connie.

   "My God, you are _so_ bad," she laughed.  "Making me smoke while talking on
the phone!  I can't believe you did that!"

   "And it was fun, wasn't it?"  Connie beamed, looking longingly at Gwen's
naked breasts.  "And for a girl who never tells anything but the truth, you
lied pretty good there!"

   "I had to," Gwen smiled, taking the cigarette from Connie's fingers.  "I
couldn't have Judy stopping over tonight, for God's sake.  That would've been
a disaster!"

   Connie shrugged as Gwen took a drag and handed the cigarette back.  "I
don't know.  It might've been fun.  Have you ever fooled around with two girls
at once?"

   "No," Gwen laughed, with smoke coming out of her mouth.  "I've never even
done it with one before.  But obviously you have."

   "Threesomes are extremely enjoyable," Connie sighed.  "Men or women, it
doesn't matter.  But right now I'm interested in only one thing, Gwen dearest,
and that's to bury my face in your sweet bush and suck your pussy good!"  She
took a drag on her Marlboro.  "And I think that's what you want, too.  Isn't
it?"

   Gwen blushed.  "I don't know what's come over me tonight," she admitted.
"I feel so goddamn horny.  I wanted to touch you, to kiss you, and to feel you
touching and kissing me."

   The blond leaned forward and planted a big wet one on Gwen's lips.  The
strong, smoky taste made it surprisingly more pleasant.  With her free hand,
she twirled one of Gwen's nipples between her fingers.

   "I want you, Gwen.  And I want you to learn to enjoy your sexuality as a
woman."

   Gwen sighed.  Her desire, interrupted by the phone call, was returning
unabashed.  "But don't you think it's a little perverted?  I mean, you're my
husband's sister."

   Connie double-pumped on her cigarette and, after inhaling, planted her lips
on Gwen's once more.  She exhaled smoke into Gwen's trembling lips, and Gwen
eagerly sucked it inside.

   "It doesn't bother me that you and my brother fuck," she whispered.  "In
fact, it makes this even more fun."  She began kissing her again.  "Sex is
sex, Gwen," she went on.  "The only thing that matters is if it feels good.
That's my motto."  She quickly dragged on the cigarette and returned to
kissing Gwen's mouth.  "And this feels really good to me.  So I don't fuckin'
care!"

   "Yeah, it feels good to me, too," Gwen sighed.  "So I guess I don't care,
either."  They shared yet another smoky kiss while Connie's hands deftly moved
over her breasts and abdomen.  She shivered.  She was getting very wet between
the legs.  The excitement of the moment was almost overwhelming.

   Suddenly the phone rang again.  "Fuck," growled Connie this time.

   Gwen looked at the caller I.D. box.  "Damn," she muttered.  "It's Don's
cell phone.  I better get it."

   Connie shrugged, and Gwen picked it up.  "Hello?"

   "Hi, Gwen," came the voice on the other end of the line.  "It's me.  How
are you doing?"

   "Fine," she said noncommittally.  "Everything's great here."

   "You sound a little disappointed.  Aren't you glad to hear from me?"

   "Oh, no.  I mean, yes.  I mean, sure, yeah, I'm delighted to hear your
voice.  How's the trip working out?"

   "Everything's going fine.  I just wanted to check in, to make sure you and
Connie are still getting along okay.  Are you?"

   Connie had pulled her panties off and was running her fingers up and down
Gwen's legs, each time pausing between them to gently massage her clit for a
few seconds.

   "Oh yeah, we're having a great time.  Actually, I'm fixing Connie something
to eat right this minute."  She shot a wicked glance at the blond girl who was
now licking her thighs.

   "That sounds great," Don answered.  "So you're not having any problems
getting along?"

   "Oh, no.  We're not having any problems," she sighed, feeling the electric
tingling from Connie's mouth kissing her lower abdomen.  "Oh yeah, we've
gotten very close.  In fact, I feel closer to your sister right this minute
than I've ever felt to another woman in my life."

   "Gosh, Gwen, that's wonderful!"

   "Oh, yes, Don.  It _is_ wonderful," she sighed happily.  "You have no
idea!"

   "Well, I just wanted to check in with you guys," he went on.  "How was
church tonight?"

   "I, uh, I didn't go," she gulped.  "Like I said, I'm fixing Connie a
special treat here in the kitchen, and it's kind of preoccupied me.  I can
hardly wait for her to eat it."

   Don didn't catch the double-entendre.  "And how are Phil and Judy?"

   This made Gwen glad she'd just talked to Judy.  "Oh, Judy and I are having
coffee tomorrow night."  She bit her lip, trying hard not to squeal.  Connie
had her fingers inside her hole and was searching for her sweet spot.
Finally, she couldn't stand it.  She let out a small involuntary shriek.

   Don heard it.  "Gwen, is anything wrong?"

   "No, nothing at all," she groaned.  "Nothing's wrong.  But you know what?
I've got to go.  I've got something here that's about to boil over!"

   "Okay, fine, I'll let you get on with what you're doing," Don laughed.
"I'll call back in a couple days.  I know you're in good hands there with
Connie."

   "Thanks, Don.  That's absolutely right, and that's a good way to put it,
too.  Believe me, Connie has me in _very_ good hands.  No doubt about that.
Bye-bye now."

   As she hung up, she turned with a mischievous smile to the blond girl on
the floor at her feet.  Connie's hands were in fact all over her, and her
mouth was busy working its way up and down her leg.

   "Shit!  You little bitch," Gwen exclaimed with a giggle, trying to feign
irritation.  "I was on the phone with your brother, for God's sake!  What in
the hell were you trying to do to me?"

   Connie let out a devilish laugh.  "I was trying to make you come, of
course.  And God, you're close, too.  But you were so funny!  `Something's
boiling over here!'  `I can't wait for Connie to eat what I'm fixing her.'"
She laughed.  "Damn, you are _so_ bad, Gwen!  You're almost as wickedly
deceitful as I am."

   Gwen leaned over and took Connie's face between her hands.  She pulled her
up and kissed her.  "I thought you'd like my comments to Don.  But it's true.
I wanted to get him off the phone, so _I_ could get off.  Fuck, I'm ready.  I
can't wait for you to eat me, baby.  God, I am _so_ fuckin' ready!"

   "But your heart's beating like a drum," Connie noted.  "And your hands are
shaking.  I think maybe you should have another cigarette, to help you calm
down."

   "Nothing will calm me down right now," Gwen groaned, kissing Connie once
more.  "Nothing except you finishing what you've started!"

   Despite this eagerness, Connie rose to her feet and walked over to pick up
the open pack of Marlboro Lights 100's.  "But I _want_ you to smoke, Gwen,"
she explained with an impish grin.  "I like to see you smoke.  It reminds me
how degenerate you've become since I moved in."  She paused to light one up.
"Here, baby," she said, exhaling an initial cloud of smoke as she handed the
cigarette to the brunette.  "You know you want it."

   Gwen accepted it and put it between her lips, taking a long, hard drag.
"Yeah, it does seem like I _always_ want another cigarette," she sighed.  "But
not as much as I want you right now, you bad girl!"  She tipped her head back
and released a long, lazy exhale toward the ceiling.

   Connie let out a guttural laugh.  "Get ready for the ride of your life,
Gwen.  I promise you that you've never felt what you're about to feel."

   The pretty blond pushed her onto the couch in the family room, and knelt
down on the floor.  Gwen spread her legs, and in a flash Connie's tongue began
working between them.

   Gwen took a long drag on her cigarette and sucked the smoke deep inside her
chest.  The tingling sensation between her legs was rapturously delightful,
and the longer Connie worked, her pleasure became more and more intense.
Then, without warning, she screamed.  Her whole body was twitching
involuntarily.  She screamed again.  The gratification was overwhelming.  With
trembling fingers she returned the cigarette to her mouth.  She hit on it
again, filling her lungs with smoke while Connie played her sweet spot like a
fucking violin!

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