The Hong Girls, Part 6

THE HONG GIRLS

by uciboy

PART SIX

Mike sat up against the bed post, his clothes removed, and watched Grace begin
to undress.  As she climbed into bed next to him, Mike's eyes moved to the
Dunhills on the nightstand.  "I want you to light a cigarette."

"I thought you didn't smoke," she replied with some curiosity.

"I don't."

"Ohhh," Grace cooed as she reached for a cigarette and her pearl holder, "I
understand now.  So you like making love to a woman who smokes."  She handed
the tools to Mike.  "Be a dear and make the - insertion - for me."

Mike took the holder and firmly inserted the cigarette deep into the hole.  He
then placed it into Grace's mouth as she flicked her gold lighter.  Mike's
eyes focused sharply on the burning tip of the cigarette as Grace touched it
to the flame.  He loved how even the softest puff could make such a beautiful
glow.  He watched her mouth open, revealing a wall of smoke, and then "snap" -
the smoke was gone, only to return like a cool night's fog onto his face.  He
closed his eyes and breathed in the aroma of her smoke.

"I can see how much you like this," Grace said as she held the cigarette to
the side of her cheek, "but I make it a point never to smoke alone while
making love."  

Mike's dick was throbbing hard.  This strong woman was going to make him
smoke.  He watched her hollow her cheeks and then bring her lips up to his
where she transferred the creamy smoke from her body into his own.  He inhaled
and could feel the harshness of the Dunhill burning his virgin lungs.  He
literally felt like he would gag - but he held the smoke in as long as he
could in order to please Grace - and honestly, himself, too.

When Grace brought the holder up to his lips, she whispered, "Now you try."
He felt the taste of her lips on the stem of the holder and began to gently
puff.  Grace placed the palm of her hand on his chest and said with a smile,
"Now bring it into your body."  Mike obeyed - again, the harshness of the
smoke burning his lungs, and he couldn't hold back a loud cough.  

Grace let out an evil giggle.  "Smoking isn't for the weak, my dear," she said
as she placed the holder in an ashtray nearby, and forcefully inserted her
tongue into his mouth.

Weak, am I, Mike thought to himself.  I'll show you who's weak.

Mike placed his hands around Grace's body and forcefully turned her over,
moving himself on top.  He kissed her hard and then stopped, glaring into her
eyes.  "I'm not as weak as you think, Ms. Hong," he said to her with a wry
smile.

Mike moved his head down her body, his tongue surveying every bump and crack
until it reached between her legs.  He inserted his tongue deep into her
pussy, eliciting a load groan from Grace who brought the holder up to her lips
and took a long drag on it.  As Mike's tongue moved rapidly over her clit,
Grace took a second puff, even deeper than before, and held it in her lungs.
Just as she could feel her body beginning to tense up in orgasm, building
higher and higher, the movement in her pussy suddenly stopped.

In anticipation of the cum that didn't, she lifted her head and saw Mike
looking at her, smiling wickedly.  This boy has some spunk after all, she
thought to herself.

Mike moved slowly up her body, never losing eye contact with her.  "You think
you're a strong woman," he said in a whispered voice, "but I know your
weakness."

Grace smiled, enjoying this dark side of Mike.  "Tell me."

"You won't face your deepest desire."  Mike held his cock right on the edge of
Grace's pussy, gently rubbing it against her clit and sending what felt like
electric jolts through her body.

In ecstasy, Grace reached for her Dunhills and lit one quickly without the
holder.  She took a puff and snapped it back into her lungs.  The jolt of the
nicotine added to the pleasure of Mike's rhythmic strokes and moved through
her body like ripples in a calm lake.  "Tell me," she moaned with her exhale,
"what is my deepest desire?"

Mike paused and looked her straight in the eyes.  "You want your youngest to
be a smoker."

Grace looked at him in shock - but before she could say a word she felt the
thrust of his pulsating cock surge deep into her pussy.  She closed her eyes,
feeling the vibrations in her body that had turned from ripples into tidal
waves.

"No," she replied breathlessly.  "I don't."  She could barely think straight,
the pleasurable sensations were wonderful.

"You do," Mike whispered wickedly, grinding his cock in and out of her pussy.
"You want her to be strong like you; to follow your example."

"No - stop this," she pleaded.  But she didn't want him to stop.  She liked
his whisperings.

"Imagine, Grace, your daughter sitting with you - smoking a cigarette with you
- feeling its power, as you do."

Grace could imagine it.  She could see herself sitting at the kitchen table
with Michelle each morning and evening, talking about their days, sharing
stories over a cigarette.  

"Don't deny your deepest desire, Grace," Mike said, his thrusts growing
increasingly stronger.  "This is what you truly want.  You want your daughter
to smoke."

Grace could feel her body once again tensing up.  She was reaching a point of
absolute ecstasy.  She continued to fantasize about Michelle smoking a
cigarette.  "You're evil," she whispered to Mike, enjoying the thoughts that
he was feeding her.

"Tell me you'll let her smoke, and I will reward you."

The orgasm building higher....

"Tell me you'll let her feel the power." She was losing all sense of
certainty, reaching that point of consciousness near the climax where fantasy
and reality are merged so closely that they become indistinguishable.  She
liked the images of her daughter smoking, of Michelle looking to her as a role
model.

Mike was shouting now, "Tell me, Grace, will you make her a smoker?"  With
rapid thrusts, he moved his dick faster and harder, enjoying this power he had
over her.

Fantasy had now become reality for Grace.  She pulled hard on her cigarette
and flooded her lungs with smoke.

"Yes, yes, I'll make her a smoker," she shouted.  "I'll make her obey."

"Do it!  Let her smoke!  Make her obey!!"

"I want her to smoke!  I want her to....Ahhhhhh!!!"  Grace felt a tremendous
gushing into her pussy which set off a chain reaction of shivers that
violently shook her body before everything inside her exploded in a joyous
moment of pure pleasure.  She grabbed Mike by the ass and pushed his cock as
far into her vagina as it would go, feeling the pulsations of sperm and semen
shooting deep into her womb.  She continued to focus her fantasies on an image
of Michelle smoking, holding a cigarette with a smile on her young daughter's
face, hoping to orgasm a second time.  "Yesssss!!!!" she cried in ecstasy as
her body released another tidal wave of pleasure.

And then all was quiet except for their heavy breathing.  Grace felt Mike's
body collapse on her and she gently stroked his back with her fingernails.
She felt a calmness overcome her, the thoughts of Michelle smoking still
lingering, and she drifted off to sleep.

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As Kevin walked through the front door, he saw Michelle sitting on the couch,
placing a Capri in her black holder and lighting it.  The flame illuminated
her face in the darkened room, and he was excited by the sight.  Such a
beautiful, innocent face, he thought.  He watched her sit back, take a deep
drag, and shoot a stream of smoke cascading upwards in his direction.  He
walked slowly towards her, taking one last puff on his own Benson and Hedges
before placing it in the ashtray on the coffee table and sitting by Michelle's
side on the couch.

"You are so beautiful," he said as he watched her bring the holder up to her
lips.  Michelle moved closely to Kevin and let the smoke float into his mouth
where he inhaled it greedily.  He liked the coolness of the menthol and let
the smoke slowly float from his nostrils.  As he began to kiss her, he lay
flat on her, slowly pumping his pelvis between her legs.  Michelle found the
feeling extraordinary.  She took another puff on her Capri between kisses,
inhaling the smoke deep into her lungs so that she could feel the full effect
of the nicotine.  She swirled her tongue with Kevin's, moving her own hips up
and down, feeling his hard dick push against her waist.  She loved the way he
ran his fingers through her hair, the taste of his tongue, the smell of smoke
and cologne mixed together on his clothes.  She had never felt anything like
this - and her excitement increased as she pumped her hips faster.  I am a
woman now, she thought to herself.  I am a smoker.  

She could feel something building inside of her and she briskly brought the
holder up to her mouth.  She took a hard draw and inhaled it quickly.  In an
instant her body tensed up and she began to quiver.  The orgasm moved through
her body with rapid speed and she gave out a load groan as Kevin kissed her
passionately.

And then she felt fear.

She was but 14 years old, and here she was on the brink of intercourse.  She
wanted to stop, but what could she say without looking like a fool?

Kevin sensed a change in her.  "You're shivering," he said sympathetically.

Michelle felt humiliation creeping in.  She wanted to be a strong woman but
she was afraid to go further.

"I...."  She couldn't find the right words.  "I can't go on.  I'm sorry."  She
turned her eyes downward, ashamed to look at him in the face.

Kevin gently put his fingers on her chin and raised her head so that he could
look into her eyes.  "It takes a strong woman to say no, Michelle.  Don't feel
any embarrassment about it.  We won't do anything you don't want to do."

Michelle was so touched by his words that tears started forming in her eyes.
She put her arms around his broad shoulders and held him close, certain the
feelings she had for this gentle man must be love.  "Thank you," she whispered
into his ear.

If Kevin felt any disappointment, he hid it well.  He felt a strong attraction
to this young girl, and a quick cum wasn't worth jeopardizing what he hoped
could be a promising relationship.  For the moment, the images burned in his
memory of this beautiful young woman smoking were enough - and he drifted off
to sleep playing those images over and over in his mind.

END PART SIX

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