Unintended Consequences, Part 6

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UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES

6.	The Rest of the Story.

   The next morning Eileen and Becki visited Zita.  They arrived before
eight.  The gypsy was ready.  Zita grinned slyly at Becki as they sat in her
drawing room.  She addressed Eileen.

   "Eileen, you desire to be released from the last charm?"  The gypsy spoke
in her usual Czech accent.  "You are smoking cigars now, yes?  Do you not
like them?"

   "Oh no, Madame Bufka, that's the problem.  I love `em.  I can't seem to
live without `em.  God, I smoked two last night, and I already smoked another
cigar this morning.  I lit it up first thing when I got out of bed.  I feel
naked unless I have a cigar going."  She smiled.  "Damn, that's a bad
analogy.  Being naked no longer seems bad to me."

   "Ah, sometimes the power releases inhibitions," Zita smiled pleasantly.
"I suspect you've always had a strong interest in cigars.  You just never
knew.  People often discover who they really are when the power comes to
them.  I think both of you have discovered this.  Yes?"

   "Absolutely," Eileen agreed.  "I'm a new woman since last Saturday.  Becki
is, too," she added, smiling warmly at her offspring.  "She goes by Becki
now, by the way.  It better represents her new identity.  Neither of us
understand, but we love who we're becoming, Zita.  It's just that - well, I
can't smoke cigars all the time.  So, if I have to smoke something, and I
guess I do, then I think I should return to my cigarettes.  But I can't do
that without your help."

   "I can grant that request," Zita nodded.  "Ah, I feel the power," she
added mystically.  "It's so strong this morning.  Eileen, all you must do is
look at the crystal.  Do you remember?"

   "I remember," she laughed.  "Okay.  Let's do it."

   Zita began to chant in a foreign tongue.  Eileen started feeling drowsy.
Her eyes fluttered and soon closed all the way.  Zita looked over at Becki
and grinned triumphantly.

   "So it worked well?"

   "It was fuckin' perfect, Zita," Becki laughed.  "Actually, I have a few
questions to ask you about all this shit.  First, -."

   "Hush.  We can't have an extended conversation.  The power hovers in the
room.  Just tell me what you want me to do.  What limits do you want to place
on your mother now?"

   "None at all," Becki confirmed.  "I want her to smoke her cigarettes
again, no regrets.  And if possible I'd like her to be cool with me smoking.
Can you fix that?"

   Zita smiled.  "Becki, dear, I should have told you.  Eileen wouldn't have
cared if you told her you were smoking yesterday, or even Sunday.  By the
time the power was in her 24 hours those concerns disappeared.  They were
gone forever.  You could've told her you were smoking and she wouldn't have
blinked.  By the way, did you tell her Joanne taught you to masturbate
yesterday morning, or what you and Angela did together yesterday afternoon in
her bedroom?"

   "Shit!  How do you know about that?"

   "Ah, perhaps it was the power," Zita smugly laughed.  "No, actually Joanne
called and said you and Angela spent several hours having sex together
yesterday afternoon.  Now you not only have a new interest in anything
sexual.  You've especially developed a fondness for female lovers like that
beautiful young girl Angela.  Is that not right?"

   "Yeah," Becki sighed happily.  "It is.  But so has Mom.  That's what's so
great.  Last night I watched her play with herself.  She was watching naked
women in those movies she rented.  Her cigar never left her mouth and she
puffed furiously while she pleasured herself over and over till she came.
She screamed and moaned.  The naked women definitely turned her on.  She
didn't know I was watching but I was, from the doorway.  It made me so hot
and excited to see that happening to her!"

   "Of course it did," Zita sighed.  "Everything about sex makes you wet now.
Sexy men get you wet, beautiful women make you feel wet, and especially
smoking makes you very, very wet.  You can't help yourself.  Is that right?"

   "Yeah, and that's what I want to ask," Becki repeated.  "I thought -"

   "Hush," the gypsy said again.  "There will be time for that later.  Right
now I must release Eileen.  I will re-energize and greatly increase her
strong desire, her unrequited yearning, for cigarettes.  She'll feel about
them the same way you do, Becki.  Will that please you?"

   "God, yes!  And she really won't care if I smoke, too?"

   "No.  As a matter of fact, Eileen will now _want_ you to smoke, Becki.
Just like Joanne desired for Angela to smoke, and like Kathleen now badly
wants her teenage children to smoke."

   "Kathleen?  Mom's friend?"

   "Yes, Kathleen came in yesterday afternoon.  Eileen suggested she come.
We had a lovely session.  Kathleen asked me to make her more attractive to
her husband.  Now she is, but she's also experiencing some major attitude
changes.  You can imagine what those include.  Smoking's one of them.  It
always is."

   "Fuck, yeah," Becki grinned, imagining Kathleen's teenage son and daughter
beginning to smoke.  God, it _did_ make her wet.  "Cool.  Okay then.  Go to
it, Zita."

   The gypsy started chanting once more.  "Eileen you're falling deeper and
deeper under the control of the power.  You feel it so strong.  Is that
right?"

   "I feel the power," Eileen mumbled.  "I feel it so strong."

   "Good," Zita smiled.  "As soon as you awake the passion you had before for
smoking cigarettes will come back, this time stronger than ever.  You love
smoking cigarettes, Eileen.  You always have and always will.  Nothing gives
you more pleasure than smoking.  You want to smoke and you want Becki to
smoke.  Nothing's wrong with cigarettes or cigars.  You love to smoke them.
You need to smoke them.  You must smoke them.  Do you understand?"

   "I understand," she sleepily agreed.  "I will smoke."

   "Very good, Eileen."  She chanted for a moment and then returned to
English.  "And now, spirit power, descend on Eileen once more.  Take hold of
her stronger than ever.  Do not let her go.  Yes, that's it.  More power.
Deepen her desire, her yearning, for tobacco in all its forms, especially
cigarettes.  Make Eileen want to smoke them more ever.  She's so addicted.
She needs nicotine so badly she cannot live without it.  She enjoys it so
much.  Let it be so, now!"

   Eileen slumped onto the table.  Zita smiled at Becki.

   "She'll come to soon," she smirked.  "When she does the first thing she'll
want is a cigarette.  I guarantee it.  Watch and see!"

   In a moment Eileen blinked and sat up.  "Oh my God," she giggled.  "That
was fuckin' intense!  You did it, didn't you?"

   "I did nothing," Zita protested most spiritually.  "It is all the work of
the power.  How do you feel Eileen?"

   "God, I feel good.  Really good.  But damn it, I want a cigarette!  Shit,
I feel like I really, really need one"  She laughed deliriously.  "Damn, I
guess it worked, didn't it?"

   "Oh yes, it most surely did work.  You can now smoke cigarettes again,
Eileen, and you want to, you need to.  By the way, meantime, do you care if
Becki wants to smoke, too?"

   Eileen looked at her and blinked.  "God, no," she slowly answered.  "No, I
guess I don't care.  Not at all.  In fact I think she should!  It'd make me
very happy if Becki smoked."

   Zita reached under the table and took out a pack of Marlboro 100's.
"Here, Eileen.  Please have one of mine.  You, too, Becki."

   Eileen reached greedily for a cigarette and quickly put it in her mouth.
Becki reached for one of her own.  It didn't seem to trouble Eileen which
pleased the teenager immensely.  Zita got her lighter ready and lit up both
women.

   Eileen dragged long and hard, voraciously sucking smoke deep into her
hungry lungs.  "Oh my God," she groaned passionately, her body wracked with
great pleasure.  "Oh shit, yeah!  Wow, this is fuckin' great, Zita!  God, I
love smoke.  I never want to be without it now."  She exhaled an initial
burst, and dragged once more while smoke flowed from her nostrils.  She
grinned wickedly at her daughter.  "Becki, it looks like you've done this
before.  And it also looks like you really like smoking!"

   "God, I fuckin' love to smoke, Mom," Becki sighed happily.  "Ever since
Zita healed my asthma I've wanted to smoke.  I sneaked cigarettes from you
all last week.  But I was afraid you'd be mad.  I'm so glad you're okay with
it."

   Eileen nodded, still exhaling.  "Honey, I'm fine with it.  I totally
understand why you want to smoke.  I'm glad you like it, just like I do.  But
wait a minute, Zita.  You smoke, too?"

   The gypsy woman nodded.  But then she did something that shocked them.
She removed her turban as she put a Marlboro 100 in her mouth.  That in
itself wasn't surprising.  But when she spoke her Czech accent disappeared.
"Yeah, sure as shit, of course I smoke," she laughed wickedly.  "I smoke all
the time.  After all that's a big part of this exercise, girls!"

   Becki frowned.  "What do you mean?"

   "God, you're so dense," she laughed.  Suddenly her accent sounded like she
was from New Jersey instead of Eastern Europe.  "Yeah, this is where we
intended for you to wind up all along:  Smoking like fiends, swearing like
sailors, totally obsessed with sex, and loving every fuckin' minute of it
all!"

   Eileen cocked her head while releasing successive bursts of milky white
smoke through her lips.  "Then you're not a gypsy, Zita?"

   "Oh God, no.  I grew up in New Jersey, actually," she laughed wickedly.
"And the name isn't really Zita Bufka.  No, it's actually Shannon Schwartz
from Newark, New Jersey.  I used to act in off Broadway shows in New York.  I
got pretty good at doing mysterious foreign women.  So when I first began
channeling the spirits it seemed like a perfect way to market myself.  It's
total shtick of course."  She hit hard on her cigarette.  "So when I started
this gig here in town I stayed with it and used the phony name Madame Bufka,
or Zita for a first name."

   "But it's not fake, is it, Shannon?  I mean, the power's real.  Isn't it?"

   "Oh shit, yeah, it's real, all right," Shannon smiled.  Smoke carelessly
escaped from her luscious lips.  The sight made both Eileen and Becki wet
between the legs.  "Pastor Smith was right, though.  It's technically not the
power, ladies.  It's demons, the spirits that I channel and direct."

   "Demons?"

   "Yeah, sure, demons, spirits.  See, while I was acting in New York I got
involved with the occult.  The demons soon got hold of me.  I turned
incredibly self destructive.  So I made a little deal with them.  I work for
them and get them other victims.  They let me off pretty much scot-free."
Shannon dragged again.  "You're our newest recruits along with the Givens
family and your poor friend Kathleen who came to see me yesterday so her
husband would want to fuck her more often."

   Eileen shivered.  "Demons?" she repeated.  "Damn!  That sounds terrible.
God, I definitely should've listened to Pastor Smith!"

   "It's ironic you'd say that," the pretend gypsy cackled.  "Tony, come on
out here.  They're ready."

   The door opened, and from the next room stepped Pastor Anthony Smith,
senior pastor of their church!  Eileen gasped in disbelief.

   "Oh shit!  Pastor Smith!  What the hell's going on?"

   Pastor Smith walked over to the pretend gypsy.  Eileen and Becki gaped as
he kissed her long and hard on the mouth.  He then reached for her pack of
Marlboro 100's and lit one up for himself.  "Ladies, I'm glad you're finally
totally on board.  Good work, Shannon!"

   He turned toward Eileen who looked totally stunned.  "My dear Eileen, of
all the women in my congregation you've always been my special favorite.
It's because you smoke.  God, I love watching you light up a cigarette the
second you leave the sanctuary on Sunday mornings.  You look so hot guiltily
puffing away on a Marlboro Light 100 there in the church parking lot.  God
damn, I loved it!  You were so undeniably addicted to nicotine.  I used to
dream that you'd be a bad example for the other women in our church and we'd
attract more female smokers as a result.  Unfortunately that didn't happen.
But then I hooked up with Shannon here, or Zita to use her stage name, and I
got what I'd always fantasized about in a different way.  Now you and Becki
are in the fold.  God, we're really making progress!"

   Eileen was totally mystified.  She self-consciously dragged on her
cigarette.  "Pastor Smith, I don't understand.  You're against psychics and
their powers.  You've warned the church about the subject for weeks in your
Sunday sermons!"

   "Yeah, sure.  But there's no better way to tempt and entice people into
visiting a psychic than to tell `em they aren't allowed to."  He let out an
evil laugh.  "Oh God, it`s worked out so fuckin' perfectly.  Human nature
being what it is, nothing makes people want to see a psychic more than
constantly preaching against it from the pulpit."  He dragged on his
cigarette and deeply inhaled.  "And now Shannon and I've got you, both of
you, Eileen and Rebecca; I mean, Becki.  By the way, I love your new name,
young lady.  It's an appropriately sexy name change for a very, very sexy
young woman!"

   Becki blushed despite herself.  It was her turn to be confused.  "But
Pastor Smith, I don't understand?"

   "Let me explain, girls," Shannon gleefully cut in.  "Pastor Tony and I are
sort of partners.  He first came to see me right after I opened up shop here
in town under my fake Czech name Madame Bufka.  It was a few months ago.  He
was so fuckin' desperate it was almost funny.  You see, Tony needed help and
he had no one to turn to but someone like me.  His lovely wife Brittany was
threatening to leave him.  She was also threatening to expose him to the
church elders.  You see, Brittany finally found out about Tony's little
pornography habit.  She was totally pissed about it!"

   "Pornography?"

   "Yeah, that's right," Tony smirked.  "For years I've loved visiting porno
sites on the web.  Female smoking and sex are my weaknesses," he sighed.
"When Brittany found out, I was scared shitless.  If she told the elders my
ass was grass.  I couldn't let that happen.  I had to do something to stop
her.  So I finally decided to visit the great Madame Bufka.  Shannon here
fixed everything for me," he sneered wickedly.

   Shannon laughed.  "I simply put a spell on his pretty little wife," she
explained with a snicker.  "The spell was much like the one I put on you
Eileen.  And like you, poor little Brittany never knew what hit her.  I
unleashed my demons on the poor girl; pornography, blasphemy, lust and of
course smoking.  Soon Brittany Smith, that innocent little church mouse of a
pastor's wife, began to change and transform.  First it was the swearing.
She began repeatedly using swear words she never whispered in the past.  The
poor thing couldn't help it.  She developed a hard edge to her personality.
Next was her relationship with their computer.  Brittany couldn't stop
herself.  She began sneaking peeks at the porno sites Tony visited.  Despite
her better judgment she had to see them.  They proved tempting beyond belief
to the poor girl.  They turned her on, made her feel incredibly excited.  She
was irresistibly drawn to the same pornographic shit Tony loved so much.  I
remember when Tony told me about that first time he walked in on poor little
Brittany frantically masturbating in front of the computer," she cackled.
"It was a special moment; quite touching, really.  After that there was no
turning back.  She was busted and she knew it.  She couldn't help herself.
Slowly Brittany lost any sense of shame about it.  She simply had to keep on
indulging her sexual hunger.  And then last there was her new and
uncontrollable urge to smoke.  She grew obsessed with it.  Soon Brittany was
sneaking cigarettes.  Tony finally told the poor girl what he and I'd done to
her.  Interestingly, Brittany didn't give a shit.  She was relieved.  She
didn't want to go back.  The brand new, sensually attuned Brittany had
arrived in full bloom.  She then came to see me in person and I finished the
job by increasing the power in her.  Tony was fuckin' delighted.  He couldn't
thank me enough, and Brittany felt the same way, of course!"

   "Eileen, you've known my wife Brittany for years," Tony interrupted.  "You
know how conservative and stodgy she used to be.  Well, she definitely _is_ a
new woman since Shannon got hold of her.  It's fuckin' great!  These days the
kinkier it is the better Brittany likes it.  It's hard for her to keep up the
pretense of being a pastor's wife.  All Brittany wants to do is smoke and
swear and have kinky sex.  Of course all that's okay by me.  I've never been
happier."

   Shannon cut in.  "While corrupting Brittany I also got Tony more infested.
He already had demons of smoking and pornography.  But I increased his
arsenal.  Now he has the complete package.  There's nothing Tony won't do
these days.  He's more adventurous indulging his dark desires.  He's become
quite a pervert, I'm proud to say.  Oh, and by the way, he's also a great
fuck!"  She leaned over and kissed him on the mouth.  "All the things I did
to you two and to the Givens family I did first to Pastor Tony and Brittany.
The same thing will soon be true of your old friend Kathleen.  She's next.
You all come to me for healing of some kind and you get it.  But you walk out
with some other things you never dreamed you wanted; my lovely little spirits
that feed on sex and smoking and shit like that!"

   "But Zita, I mean Shannon, you said we wouldn't experience any unintended
consequences."

   "Right.  The consequences were all intended; but by me, not you!"  she
laughed ruthlessly.  "You can't complain.  You got what you wanted.  You
always do.  If you want healing you get it.  Joanne Givens did and so did
you, Becki.  If you want to be sexier and more attractive, like Kathleen, you
get that.  Eileen, I even got rid of your desire for cigarettes till you
changed your mind because I replaced it with a yearning for cigars.  See,
getting what you ask for isn't ever the end of the story.  I make sure you
get other cravings along with what you asked for, and they're strong,
irresistible ones, desires you can't deny and don't want to.  You start to
hear little voices talking inside your head.  Both of you've heard them,
haven't you?"

   Becki looked at Eileen and nodded.  "Yeah, I guess we both heard the
voices.  It was kind of weird.  I thought they were just my imagination."

   Shannon laughed.  "No, it's my precious little demons.  They do a great
job, don't they?  The spirits begin by telling you that you want to swear,
and so you do.  Then they sell you on sex.  They tell you how much you want
it.  You feel horny as hell; everything turns you on.  Pretty soon you're
totally preoccupied with sex.  Eventually the voices become indistinguishable
from your own thoughts.  As far as sex is concerned you change and take on
the attitude of a complete slut.  You can't help it.  Finally, best of all,
the voices make you want to smoke in the worst way.  When you do the demons
reward you by making you feel great.  My little demons want total control of
you.  They get it because you give it to them.  You love indulging your new,
dark desires.  Yes, congratulations, ladies.  Like Brittany, you're new women
now.  You're infested by demons of pornography, blasphemy, lust and nicotine,
and you fuckin' love it!  In fact you wouldn't have it any other way."

   Eileen shook her head.  "But why?  Why did you do this to us?"

   Tony answered.  "Let me answer that.  You see, Eileen, a few weeks ago
Shannon and I started a subscription porn site on the web.  It features
smoking and sex, with plenty of both.  But we needed female models.  You
girls will be our models.  Starting today I'll photograph you girls and put
pictures on the web of you doing things you never thought possible.  You
won't mind.  You'll love it.  You both _want_ to be sluts.  You love showing
it off.  Exhibitionism is another demon Shannon unleashes.  Now nothing makes
you happier than knowing people are gawking at pictures of you on the
internet and jerking off while they look at you."

   Becki turned to Eileen.  "Know what, Mom?  I hate to say it, but he's
right.  It sounds great!"  She grinned at Pastor Smith.  "Damn, I want to do
that!  Can Angela and I do it together?  Can we play with each other while we
smoke on camera for the web site?  Please?"

   "Sure," Tony grinned.  "That's exactly what I had in mind.  Your friend
Angela Givens and her mother Joanne already had their first shoots this
weekend.  They didn't tell you.  It wasn't time for you to know.  You weren't
ready.  But Angela and Joanne had a great time in front of the camera.  You
will, too, Becki.  You'll fuckin' love it!"

   Eileen caught Shannon's attention and wiggled her fingers.  The pretend
gypsy understood and gave Eileen another Marlboro 100 which she promptly lit
up.  Eileen hit hard on the cigarette.  "God, I agree, Becki, it sounds
bitchin," she giggled exhaling smoke.  "But I don't understand your end game,
Pastor Smith, I mean, Tony.  Eventually people will find out.  You can't do
this and lead the church.  If you smoke and hang out here with Zita or
Shannon or whatever the hell her name is, sooner or later people at church
will find out."

   "Very perceptive, Eileen.  You're right.  At some point I probably need to
resign as pastor of the church.  I've been discrete so far.  Brittany and I
can't smoke at home of course, and we can't very well fuck other people in
the parsonage either.  But Shannon's been quite accommodating.  We come to
her house for our, shall we say, more outrageous activities?  That leads me
to the last thing."  He hit on his Marlboro 100.  "For years I've lusted
after you, Eileen.  I used to watch you smoke at church functions and then go
home and jerk off, the whole time thinking how sexy you look with a cigarette
in your pretty little mouth as I fantasized about fucking you.  So sitting
here and seeing you smoke up close like this is like a fuckin' dream come
true for me.  But I want more.  I want to fuck you!"

   Eileen looked at her pastor in disbelief.  "Oh my God!  You're serious,
aren't you?"

   "Absolutely," Tony grinned.  "I've waited for this moment for years.  And
you want me to fuck you, too, don't you?  I bet it's been years since you got
laid.  I know you want it.  Shannon made sure of that.  You want it bad; real
bad.  I heard you watched those porno tapes last night.  I bet what you
really wanted was to feel a nice, big cock inside your sweet pussy. Come on,
admit it, Eileen.  You want me to fuck you, right here, right now.  True?"

   Slowly Eileen nodded.  Little by little a lascivious grin covered her
face.  "Yeah, I do.  I do want to fuck.  And you know what?  It's delicious
knowing that it's you who wants to fuck me, Tony.  Oh my God!  It's saintly
Pastor Smith, the man of the cloth, the great man of God, and he's going to
stick his big, juicy cock deep inside of me."  She laughed and then shivered
with a combination of anticipation and delight.  "Shit, let's do it, Tony.
You're right, it sounds great.  I can't stand to wait any longer.  And from
what you said I assume Brittany won't mind?"

   Tony grinned.  "Mind?  Hell, no!  The truth is Brittany wants to watch.
She loves to watch while I fuck other women.  It totally turns her on.  As a
matter of fact I promised to call her this morning as soon as Shannon
finished with you.  Brittany's excited about seeing me fuck you, Eileen.
We've been talking about it all week, ever since you first went to see
Shannon.  So I called Brittany.  She's on her way over now.  Doesn't that
turn you on, too?  Don't you love the idea of someone else, someone like my
wife Brittany, watching us while we fuck each other?"

   Eileen began rubbing herself through her slacks.  "God, yeah, it does!
It's unbelievable!  My pastor's wife's a slut, too; just like me?  God, it's
so cool!  Yeah, I want Brittany to watch us fuck.  And you know what else?  I
think I'd like Becki to watch, too."

   Shannon smiled condescendingly.  "I'm afraid not, Eileen," she announced
in her New Jersey accent.  "You see, Becki will be busy with me." She gazed
longingly at the pretty teenager.  "Remember, Becki?  I promised that
eventually you'd pay me for the favor I did, making your mom crazy for
cigars.  Well honey, it's now time.  Joanne Givens told you I like girls.
She's right.  I do.  The younger the better.  I know Angela showed you the
ropes yesterday, honey, but today you and I will take it to the next level.
I'll make you feel so good you won't be able to stand it!  I promise."

   Out of the blue Becki felt incredibly horny.  She felt attracted to the
older woman.  The saucy teenager sauntered seductively across the room.  She
walked up to Shannon and tenderly kissed her right on the mouth.  She glanced
sideways at her mom.  Eileen was all smiles.

   "Go ahead, Becki, you little tramp," Eileen laughed wickedly.  "I don't
fuckin' mind.  God, girl, you've turned into a real little slut, haven't you?
Yeah, well, so have I.  Look at me.  I'm going to get fucked by Pastor Tony
Smith while his lovely wife Brittany watches us."  She dragged on her
cigarette and inhaled extra deep.  "Tony, I have to say that I'm flattered
you've lusted after me all these years.  And I can't wait to fulfill your
fantasy.  I want to smoke and get fucked."  Suddenly she stopped.  "But oh my
God!  My job!  I told `em I'd be a little late this morning.  I'll be in deep
shit if I don't call or something."

   Slowly and deliberately Pastor Tony Smith began unbuttoning Eileen's
blouse while residual exhales floated from her lips.  "Don't worry, baby.  I
already made that call for you.  I told `em I'm your pastor and that you had
an emergency come up, something that had to be attended to."  He smiled as
her breasts emerged into plain view.  "No one argues with a pastor.  You
won't need to show up at work at all today.  We can fuck to our hearts'
content!"

   Eileen laughed with obvious glee.  He'd thought of everything.  She gave
Tony a smoky kiss.  Meanwhile he began fondling her breasts in earnest.  God
it felt good!  She wanted him.  As she reached for his zipper she glanced
over at Shannon and Becki.  Shannon was doing the exact same thing to her
daughter that Tony was doing to her.  Shannon was fondling Becki's taut young
tits.  Eileen sighed happily.

   Abruptly the door opened.  In walked Brittany Smith.  The pastor's wife
was an attractive woman.  She was dressed in an uncharacteristically
revealing sexy, short dress.  She leered unashamedly at the sexual escapades
beginning to occur in front of her unblinking eyes.

   "Oh my God," Brittany exclaimed, followed by an evil laugh.  "Shit, Tony!
God, it _is_ true!  Damn!  We finally got Eileen, and her daughter Rebecca,
too.  God, that's great!  And it means that finally you get to fulfill your
fantasy.  You get to fuck Eileen, the smoking goddess of your dreams these
last few years!"

   "I told you, babe," Tony breathlessly smirked.  "I told you Eileen would
soon be one of us.  And I'm so glad you're here to see me fuck her!" By now
his slacks had fallen to the floor.  His cock stood noticeably erect inside
his boxers.  Eileen stroked it affectionately with one hand while holding her
Marlboro 100 in the other.  Her blouse was open and her tits were in full
view.

   With a big smile Brittany sat down in a nearby chair and nonchalantly
opened her purse.  She removed a pack of Virginia Slims 120's.  With one deft
maneuver she put one of her long cigarettes in her mouth and lit it up with
an expensive looking lighter.  With her cigarette dangling and twin streams
of smoke escaping through her nostrils, Brittany put one hand directly on her
crotch and began to play with herself.  "Eileen, honey, I hope you don't mind
if I watch while my husband fucks you right there on the floor?" she said
with a sneer at the woman whose breasts Tony was fondling.

   "God no, I don't mind at all, Brittany," Eileen shamelessly snickered.  At
that point she was furiously working Tony's huge cock inside his shorts.
"Actually, I'm so glad to see you here with us this morning, Brittany baby.
Believe me, having you watch us fuck will definitely make this experience a
hell of a lot more fun for me!"

   Religious, prim, proper little Brittany Smith, the pastor's wife, sat
right in front of the two couples, both Tony and Eileen and Shannon and
Becki, and smoked furiously while continuing to fondle herself as the others
kissed and touched each other.  Brittany's presence intensified the almost
overwhelming feelings of passion and desire for everyone, especially for
Eileen.

   Eileen groaned with delight as Tony pleasured her and played with her
tits.  Yeah, not only had she and her teenage daughter both become smokers.
They'd turned themselves into shameless whores!  God, it all seemed so
fuckin' delicious!  She moaned with pleasure a second time as Tony brazenly
thrust his hand up underneath her skirt and into her panties.  Damn, it felt
so fuckin' good having his hand in there!  And it'd only get better, she
sighed contentedly taking another long drag on her Marlboro 100 and drawing
the smoke deep inside her chest.  Because in a few moments she'd have Tony's
rock hard cock inside of her!

   Regardless of who originally intended for her and her daughter to
experience all this, there was now one thing Eileen that was sure of.  Both
she and Becki frantically wanted to be subjected to even more of these
specific consequences.  Yes, they'd definitely turned into very pleasant and
_intended_ consequences indeed!

THE END

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