Kaleidoscope Eyes, Part 3

KALEIDOSCOPE EYES

by uciboy

PART III

When Kim awoke it was nearly 5:30.  She felt disoriented when she found
herself lying on the bed naked, a cup full of cigarette butts by her side.
She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep, but she was certain it was only
for a short duration.  Unlike this morning, her memory was still intact.  She
got up and looked into the mirror; no glassy-eyed appearance.  It must only
happen when I smoke, she thought to herself.  She wanted a cigarette right
then but decided to wait. Betty, Tom, and Angela would be there soon - and
she needed to get things ready.

Angela arrived a bit before 6 pm as Kim was putting the living room in order.
"Hey girl-friend," she said as she walked through the door.  "They here yet?"

"Not yet," Kim replied, "but soon.  Did you get what I asked?"


"Here ya go.  Two cartons of Virginia Slims should hold you over - one for
you and, uh, one for your sister." 

Kim laughed.  "You are just enjoying this too much."

"Hey, like I said, I lost my way a long time ago and now I'm just trying to
pick up some friends along the path.  Here's a couple of ashtrays, too.  I
figured you'd need these since no one in your family smokes."

A knock on the door.  b "They're here.  Don't smoke until I give the signal,"
Kim ordered.

"You’re the director here, Kimmie.  I'm just a spectator."

Kim opened the door and welcomed Tom and Betty inside.  She gave Betty a hug
and a peck on the cheek as she always did, and she put her hand around Tom's
arm and moved him into the living room.  "It's good to see you again, Tom.
This is my friend, Angela."  Smiles and hellos were exchanged, and Angela
thought to herself, "this guy's pretty hot."

In fact, this white boy was every Asian American girl's dream:  he was tall
with short wavy brown hair, athletic and big chested, funny and friendly, and
a top student at St. Andrew's, the nearby boy's school.  Kim had always been
attracted to him - and she suspected he felt the same way about her - but she
did nothing to interfere with Betty's relationship with him.

Tonight, however, it was clear that relationship was strained.  Usually, Tom
and Betty were all over each other, but now both looked a bit irritated.
Angela, at least, recognized the look on Betty's face as the kind that said,
"I really want a cigarette."

"Please, sit down," Kim offered, and everyone took a seat.  As Kim and Tom,
sitting across from each other, exchanged small talk, Betty was silent and
clearly restless.  She wanted to get on with this so that she could light a
cigarette.  Finally, as Tom was responding to a question about nothing in
particular, Kim reached into her purse and pulled out her pack of Virginia
Slims.  "You don't mind if I smoke, do you," she said as she turned her head
slightly and lit her cigarette free hand at an angle.  Angela and Betty took
that as a welcomed signal and both quickly lit their own cigarettes, Angela
her Benson and Hedges, and Betty a Marlboro Light.

Tom could see that he was outnumbered and knew that he had been lured into a
trap.  What awaited him he was unsure of, but he was determined to speak
honestly.  "I do mind that you smoke," he began, "and frankly I'm shocked
that you would ask.  What's going on here?  First Betty lights up when I meet
her this morning and now you.  Are you girls crazy?  Don't you know how
dangerous smoking is?"

Kim was starting to feel the effects of the cigarette and the transformation
that was coming over her.  She sucked hard and inhaled a cloud deeply,
cocking her heard upwards and blowing a stream towards the ceiling.

"Kim, what's happening to your eyes," Tom asked, now a bit worried. "You look
different."

"Oh, don't worry about me," Kim responded seductively.  "Let's talk about
you, Tom."  She got up from her seat and carefully straddled Tom on the
couch.  Betty looked on with some aggravation but thought it would soon be
over and they could leave.  Kim, however, had other plans.

"Can't you see how much pleasure smoking gives Betty?  She has me to thank
for it, you know," Kim whispered as she ran her hand through Tom's wavy hair.
"She loves you very much and she wants what is best for you."  

Tom didn't know how to respond to what was happening - it was all so surreal.
Three beautiful women in the room all smoking - and encouraging him to start.
And now Kim sitting on his lap, her glassy eyes reaching into his soul and
giving him a hard-on right next to his girlfriend.  "Smoking is bad for you,"
was all he could weakly reply.

"Tom," Kim whispered, "smoking is a beautiful thing."  She slowly tightened
her grip on his hair as she brought the Virginia Slim up to her lips,
performed a cheek-hollowed puff, inhaled, and drew her mouth close to his
face where she exhaled a cloud of smoke that engulfed his head.  

Tom immediately began coughing uncontrollably and Kim loosened the grip on
his hair with a smile.  "It's okay, Tom," Betty consoled with a pat on the
arm, "you'll feel better in a moment."  When the coughing subsided, Kim
brought a mouth full of smoke up to his lips and blew it forcefully into his
lungs.  She could immediately feel his dick bulge in response, and she
rhythmically grinded her hips as she blew another puff deep into his body.

Betty didn't like what she was witnessing and announced that it was time to
go.  "Bitch, you talk to much," Kim replied and blew a cloud of smoke in her
face.  Betty became still and brought her own cigarette up to her lips.  "Now
Betty, you don't mind if I fuck your boy friend, do you," Kim asked.  Betty
was lost in the act of smoking, inhaling successive puffs one after another.
"No," she responded as if in a trance, "I don't mind, Kimmie.  Whatever makes
you happy."

"Good girl," Kim said.  "You just sit there and keep blowing smoke our way."


Angela, who had been sitting with a grin the whole time as she watched this
scene with amusement, was once again in awe of her friend.  "Kim, earlier I
called you wicked.  But you've crossed that line into evil.  You are the
baddest of the bad!"

"I'm gonna fuck this guy good," Kim said with an expression that even
surprised Angela.  "You want some?"

"Ohhh yesss," was her reply and she moved over to the couch where the three
sat.  

Kim put a freshly lit cigarette in Tom's mouth and ordered him to inhale the
smoke.  Tom obeyed willingly, enjoying this new found pleasure that only
moments ago he had been so critical of.  "Are you ready to go to the next
level of pleasurable smoking, Tom?"

"Take me there, Kimmie," he replied as if in a dream.  "I want to go."

Kim got up off his lap and told Angela to get on her knees and jerk him off.
"I want you, Kim," Tom pleaded.

"Uh, no thanks," she replied curtly.  "I'm not ready to be a Mom at 16.  You
just sit back and enjoy the ride."  Kim drew hard on her Virginia Slim and
gave Tom a smoky kiss, their tongues swirling together in his mouth.  

When Angela pulled off his pants and saw how huge his cock was, she expressed
some jealousy at Betty's fortune.  "She's a lucky girl to own a man with a
dick that size," Angela joked.  "I think I'm in love."  She held Tom's dick
in her hand and softly caressed it while engulfing it in smoke.  It was firm
and yet smooth to the touch. She moved her tongue along the ridges of the
tip, getting a taste of the semen that was beginning to ooze out.  Here goes,
she said to herself, and with a ball of smoke in her mouth, inserted Tom's
cock between her lips.  Obviously experienced at this, she moved her head up
and down in a slow rhythmic pattern as Tom began to moan. Kim had unbuttoned
his shirt and began caressing his chest, and the whole time Betty continued
to take one puff after another, blowing smoke onto the fucking trio.  

As for Tom, he could do nothing but sit back submissively and enjoy the
experience - which he was, thoroughly.  Thoughts of smoking began to form in
his head, fed by the powerful transformation that Kim's smoke was having on
him.  He eagerly breathed in the smoke that she provided him and returned her
passionate kisses with his own.  And he thought of Betty - how sexy he now
found her as a smoker.  All of these images, combined with the intense
physical stimulation he was receiving, was leading to something very big
forming at the base of his penis.

Angela could feel the orgasm build as Tom's dick became even more stiff.  She
was completely lost in the experience and had begun to caress her own clit.
"He's gonna blow," she said and moved her head quicker.  

Tom looked longingly into Kim's glassy eyes.  She smiled and caressed his
cheek.  "Are you a smoker now, Tom?" she asked sweetly?

"Yes," he moaned, eyes half closed.

"I want you to prove it to me, Tom.  I want you to inhale a deep puff and
then cum all over Angela's face."  He did as Kim commanded, placing the
cigarette into his mouth and sucking long and hard on it.  Angela, meanwhile,
could barely control herself, feeling that she was about to orgasm as her
fingers moved swiftly in her vagina and her tongue remained wrapped around
Tom's dick.

"Do it," Kim said wickedly in a whisper.  "Cum on her face.  Don't hold back.
Do it now.  You must obey the smoke."  When Tom inhaled the cloud of smoke,
he reached his limit.  The angels were singing, the crowd was cheering, and
the climax had finally arrived.  "Ahhhh!!!!" he shouted and his dick slipped
out of Angela's mouth and began spurting cum all over her face.  Angela gave
a loud moan, reaching orgasm at the same moment, and eagerly sought to
capture every drop of sperm on her cheeks, her hair, her nose - anywhere Tom
shot it.  She collapsed onto his lap, his dick continuing to ooze cum into
her hair where she lay.

Kim stroked the back of Tom's head as he groaned his satisfaction. She blew
one last puff of smoke into his mouth for good measure.  "You did good, Tom,"
she whispered into his ear.  "You're one of us now."

END PART III

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