Kristy's Transformation, Part 5

   Kristy's Transformation 
   A Sexy Smoking Story by T.J. Hall 
   tjh2020@twmi.rr.com 
   Part 5 
   
   Saturday, June 24th (1 week later) 
   During this past week Kristy and I maintained a low social profile. 
During the days, Kristy's girlfriends visited her and on the nights that 
her mom was working, I took Kristy out for dinner. We also hit a couple 
movies and after the second one, I actually saw Kristy execute her first 
triple pump. And, I'm convinced that she didn't even know she did it! All 
week long, Kristy had maintained her smoking at right around a 30 cigarette 
a day level. I remember being cautiously optimistic that maybe she wasn't 
going to try and quit right away. So, after the 2 hour movie ended, Kristy 
had a cigarette in her hand before we had even reached the door. As soon as 
we stepped outside, I lit it for her and she took a nice drag, inhaled 
fairly deep and then immediately took another drag. She held in this inhale 
for about a second, but she also held the cigarette right next to her face. 
I was waiting for the big stream exhale when she suddenly hit the cigarette 
a third time. This drag was just as strong as the first two. Somehow, she 
managed to inhale it deeply and hold that inhale for another 2 seconds. 
When she finally got around to exhaling the mass of smoke that she had 
pulled into her lungs she blew a quick, but amazingly dense, tight stream 
of smoke from her mouth. Then, she closed her lips, breathed in through her 
nose and turned the rest of the exhale into a breathing nostril exhale. I 
counted 5 breaths before her lungs finally cleared. But, on breath six, she 
did another beautiful double pump and after holding in the second inhale 
she said while exhaling, "God this cigarette tastes so good. I guess I 
really wanted this cigarette." Her magnificent smoking style made me so 
horny I couldn't even think of anything to say back. 
   I noticed in the tone of her voice that she wasn't upset with the fact 
that she needed to smoke this cigarette. Her voice didn't even indicate 
that she was surprised. It was almost as if she was resolved to this 
situation and was simply stating a fact. Now I was both happy and horny. I 
found it very difficult to hide my excitement. 
   All week long, I was a good boy. As much as I wanted to grab hold of 
Kristy's new boobs, I kept my hands under control. Kristy and her mom had 
gone shopping a couple more times. After each trip, Kristy would show me 
what her mother had talked her into buying and by now, Kristy had a closet 
full of very interesting outfits. Unfortunately, she had yet to wear any of 
the more provocative ones. This was both good and bad. I was absolutely 
dying to see her show off her new huge tits. But, the fact that she 
continued to wear very baggy and loose fitting tops helped to keep my 
horniness in check. 
   
   Today was finally going to be the first time in three weeks that Kristy 
and I were able to have our usual Saturday day at the beach. Kristy had to 
wear a new, one piece suit that had a serious built-in bra. I thought the 
suit looked gross and old fashioned. But, I knew that she would only be 
wearing it for a few weeks and I didn't want to hurt her feelings. So, I 
said nothing. The one thing that was obvious when she wore the suit was 
that compared to her old boobs, her new ones seemed enormous. At least to 
me they did. The built-in bra gave her lots of support, but it wasn't one 
of those minimizer styles. So, the suit made her tits stick out and rest 
real high on her chest. This artificial sight was awesome. 
   The beach was ok. Kristy couldn't swim and about all we could do was lie 
on our towels and soak up the sun and smoke our cigarettes. This Kristy did 
at a healthy, 3 an hour, pace. After we got home from the beach, we both 
showered at Kristy's and around 8:00 Kristy decided that she felt up to 
going to a party that Jill was having. For the next half hour I waited for 
Kristy to get dressed and when she finally descended the staircase, my eyes 
just about popped out of my head! She was wearing a white, sleeveless, 
turtleneck sweater and pink Capri pants. For the first time in weeks she 
had done her makeup perfectly and she was wearing sandals with sexy 4 inch 
heels. The sweater top was so thin and tight that it showed off almost 
every detail of the white underwire bra that she wore. I realized at that 
moment that tonight would require an extreme effort on my part to keep my 
hands to myself. During the drive to our party, I must have complimented 
her at least 4 times on how good she was looking. The smile on Kristy's 
face told me that she liked hearing every word that I said. 
   When we showed up at Jill's there were probably 20 of our friends 
drinking and smoking in the back yard and for the next 20 minutes the girls 
and even the guys made a big deal about how good Kristy looked with her 
enhanced boobs. While she was the center of attention, I noticed Kristy 
blushed a lot. However, I could tell by the enthusiastic way that she 
answered her friend's questions that she was getting off on all the 
attention and loving every minute of this. I loved it too. Even with her 
heavy duty bra on, she appeared to be even bigger than both Tina and Jill 
and I knew that it was only a matter of time until I would be able to enjoy 
her abundant fruits. 
   By 11:30, Kristy was tired so we hopped into my truck and headed for her 
house. During the drive, Kristy snuggled against me and after lighting up a 
fresh cigarette, she rested her left hand on my right thigh. God, it had 
been so long since her hands had come anywhere near my cock I couldn't help 
but respond. Her had was only an inch away from my semi-erect cock and 
Kristy must have sensed my arousal because after a few subtle position 
changes, her hand was resting fully on my cock and I now sported a full 
blown, rock hard erection. Kristy began to gently stroke my cock through my 
pants while she took the last couple drags off of her cigarette. When she 
finally flicked the but out of the window, she said, "My God darling, 
you're so hard. The last few weeks have been tough on me but, they must 
have been really tough on you." 
   I took a deep breath and arched my hips upward a little to give Kristy 
better access to my throbbing unit and sighed, "Yea baby. I've missed your 
touch so much. You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now. 
But, this wait will be worth it." 
   "Oh Tom, is there anything I can do to make it up to you." She 
whispered. 
   We were already in her neighborhood and I pulled my truck over to the 
side of the street and turned off the lights. "What you're doing to me with 
your hands right now feels so nice. Please don't stop stroking. Maybe we 
can just enjoy this moment with a smoky kiss." I volunteered. 
   Kristy instantly replied. "I love that idea. But, first, let's get you 
more comfortable." 
   She sat up and turned in her seat towards me. Then, she quickly tugged 
down my zipper and freed my throbbing unit. Kristy continued to dart her 
hands onto my cock, keeping it hard, while she struggled to pull a fresh 
cigarette from her pack. Once she finally had it lit, she took a huge drag 
and leaned toward me. Her cigarette was in her right hand and her left hand 
was now firmly wrapped around my cock which she was now stroking with a 
sense of urgency. Our lips met and I immediately sensed her breathing rate 
quicken while we shared the smoke. We were both getting too turned on for 
her good and after a couple shared drags, she reluctantly pulled her mouth 
from mine and sighed. I sensed that she was about to end our intimate 
moment and I begged, "Oh baby. That feels so good. Please don't stop. Can 
you just keep stroking me while you finish your cigarette?" 
   "Ok darling. That's no problem baby." She replied dreamily. 
   She stuck the half smoked cigarette in her mouth and let it dangle 
between her lips while she grabbed my cock with both hands and began to 
squeeze and stroke its entire length. Even in the dim light of the cabin, 
all that I could see in her eyes was unfulfilled lust. I couldn't hold out 
any longer and I certainly didn't want to. Within thirty seconds my cock 
erupted in three ball emptying gushes. My boiling spunk sailed all over my 
shirt and pants. Kristy seemed oblivious to this fact. She continued to 
stroke every last drop out of my cock and she smoked her cigarette right 
down to the filter. When she was satisfied that my cock was thoroughly 
drained, she carefully lifted her cum drenched hands from my prick and 
tossed her cigarette out the window. Then, she turned back towards me with 
a totally joyful smile on her face and she whispered in her sexiest little 
voice, "Tommy boy, you've made a big mess here." 
   Kristy reached into the glove box and pulled out some old left over fast 
food napkins and attempted to clean me up. By the time she had used the 
last napkin, my shirt and pants were still wet with my love juice and I 
knew that I'd have to drive around for at least a half hour before I went 
home. This didn't bother me at all. The investment in time and gas was well 
worth it. 
   Over the next two weeks, Kristy and I repeated this scene at least six 
more times. Each time I made sure to only cum when she was smoking a 
cigarette. I felt that it was very important to associate my sexual 
fulfillment with her smoking. All the while that she was satisfying me, I 
could tell that Kristy's horny frustration levels were growing to a fever 
pitch. In fact, I'm amazed that she never gave in. There's no way I could 
have ever maintained her level of self control. 
   
   Monday, July 10th (2 weeks later) 
   This was the morning of Kristy's long awaited final checkup with Dr. 
Stark. Her appointment was for 9:00 in the morning. All summer long, Kristy 
had been sleeping in past 10:00. But, on this day, she woke up at 8:00 
without even setting her alarm. She drove to the Doctor's office by herself 
and she was so nervous, she chain smoked 3 cigarettes on the way. Kristy 
got to the office 10 minutes early and her nervousness level continued to 
increase as she sat in the outer waiting room for the next 40 minutes. 
   Finally, she was called back to Dr. Stark's office where she waited 
nervously in one of the cushy leather chairs for another 10 minutes. The 
smell of stale cigarette smoke that lingered in the air made her crave a 
cigarette, but she dared not light up without Dr. Stark's permission. 
Suddenly, Dr. Stark burst through the door and the first thing that she 
said was, "Kristy, are you still smoking?" 
   Kristy nodded her head "Yes" and Dr. Stark walked quickly behind her 
desk. It only took her a second to pull out her ashtray and her Pall Malls 
and she said, "Thank God. I've been dying for a cigarette for the past 2 
hours." 
   The two ladies quickly fired up and after Dr. Stark focused on pulling 
all of the smoke from an impressive unfiltered double pump deep into her 
lungs, thick, silky smoke just poured from the Doctor's nose and lips as 
she asked Kristy, "So tell me, how has this past month gone? Do you feel 
any pain whatsoever?" 
   Before Kristy answered, she paused to stare at the amazing quantity and 
density of the smoke that seeped out of Dr. Stark's mouth as she talked. 
Kristy had forgotten how much smoke the unfiltered Pall Malls could 
deliver. Finally, she answered, "Really Doctor, after the first week, the 
pain went away and the swelling pretty much went away too. My bruises are 
gone and I can barely make out the stitches." 
   "That's excellent." The Doctor said. "It sounds like everything has gone 
exactly as we planned it. Now, tell me truthfully, has your boyfriend 
gotten in the way of your recovery?" 
   Kristy answered with a talking exhale. "He so hasn't bothered me Doctor. 
In fact, I'm proud of him. He's been a really good boy, a perfect 
gentleman." 
   "That's very good Kristy. Sounds like you might have a keeper there. Now 
let's do a little examination." Dr. Stark said as she stood and placed her 
half smoked Pall Mall into the ashtray. 
   Kristy stood as well and as she started to unbutton her blouse, Dr. 
Stark removed her lab coat complaining about how warm it was in her office. 
   Almost immediately, Kristy noticed Dr. Stark's breasts. They were now 
enormous. They looked like twin footballs attached to her chest. When Dr. 
Stark leaned forward to take another drag off her Pall Mall, her footballs 
pulled away from her torso and dangled freely under the thin white 
tee-shirt that only served to cover, but provided no support whatsoever to 
her quivering udders. As Kristy stood before Dr. Stark in her bra, she 
couldn't help but notice the inch long, cone shaped nipples that capped 
each of the Doctor's enormous tits. Kristy didn't know what to say. But, 
Dr. Stark broke the ice. "How do you like my new boobs Kristy? I actually 
rearranged my schedule and had them done the day after we did yours." 
   "My God Doctor, they're wonderful. But, they're so big! Don't they give 
you like back pains?" 
   Dr. Stark answered, "Oh heavens no Kristy. At least they haven't yet. 
But, I'll tell you what, over the last month, my bra straps have been 
almost unbearable. In fact, today's the first day that I've been able to go 
braless and it feels so amazingly comfortable I might just never wear 
another bra again. Now let's get a look at your beautiful new breasts." 
   Kristy removed her bra and for the next five minutes, Dr. Stark 
thoroughly examined every inch of her chest and underarms while managing to 
pause for a few drags off of the Pall Mall that burned in the ashtray. Even 
though Kristy was in the process of smoking her own cigarette, the strong 
tobacco aroma of the Pall Mall overwhelmed the scent generated from 
Kristy's Newport. 
   The comments that Dr. Stark mumbled to herself indicated that she was 
very pleased with the results of her work. Then, Dr. Stark tested Kristy's 
nipple sensitivity with hot and cold cloths. Again, she was very pleased. 
In fact, she told Kristy that she seemed to be one of those women where the 
nipple implants have actually heightened the nipple's sensitivity as 
opposed to reducing it. That news both relieved and pleased Kristy. 
   Once her exam was done, Dr. Stark showed Kristy how to do her breast 
massage exercises and strongly advised her to do them every single day. 
Then she asked Kristy to take her seat again. There were still a few more 
things that the Doctor needed to go over. Kristy sat back down with her top 
off, not knowing if she should put her bra and shirt back on. Dr. Stark lit 
up another Pall Mall, so Kristy also lit one of her Newports. Then the 
Doctor began, "Kristy, it looks like everything has healed perfectly. 
Within a couple months your scars should almost completely disappear. I 
would say that if you want, you could make your boyfriend very happy 
tonight and let him do whatever he wants." 
   "Oh thank you Doctor. He's been so good to me over the past month. This 
is going to make us both very happy." Kristy replied sincerely. 
   Dr. Stark continued. "You know what Kristy? We're both in the same boat. 
Tonight's the first night my fiancée is going to be able to touch my new 
boobs. And oh I so have a plan for him. I've bought this pretty little 
peasant dress. The top is really low cut and it's white and it's so thin 
it's almost like a gauzy sort of material. Anyway, I'm not going to wear a 
bra and when he takes me out to dinner, he won't be able to take his eyes 
off of my tits. My big fat nipples are going to drive him nuts. On the way 
home from the restaurant, I'm going to tug my top down and let him look at 
my naked boobs, but that's all I'll let him do." Dr. Stark had such a 
devilish look on her face as she continued, "Then, when we're finally home, 
I have a fresh carton of Marlboro's waiting and I'm taking tomorrow off. 
Over the next 36 hours, I'm going to be totally naked and I'm going to 
smoke so many cigarettes, my man just might be dead by Wednesday morning." 
   Both ladies laughed at Dr. Stark's plan. Then, the Doctor asked Kristy 
what her plans were for the night. Kristy answered that she really didn't 
have any. But, she thanked the Doctor for giving her some ideas. After they 
were done laughing and smoking their cigarettes, Kristy went to put her bra 
back on and Dr. Stark stopped her saying, "You know Kristy, you don't have 
to wear bras anymore if you don't want to. You still have to do your breast 
exercises every day, but bras are no longer necessary." 
   Kristy looked perplexed. "But Doctor, when I was in for my consultation 
you told me that I should wear bras all the time so that I didn't start to 
prematurely sag." 
   Dr. Stark answered quickly, "Kristy, I said that more for your mom's 
benefit. It's hard enough for most moms to accept the fact that their 
daughters are getting their breasts enhanced. The last thing they want to 
hear is that their daughters will now prefer to run around without a bra 
on." 
   Kristy asked, "Well Doctor, does that mean I can begin running again?" 
   Dr. Stark quickly answered, "Absolutely dear. But, for serious running 
you will want to keep the bouncing under control. So, you really should 
wear a heavy duty sports bra when you run. And, since your implants are 
above your breast muscles, the more you run and the more you go braless, 
the more you're your boobs will sag. I mean, look at me. I'm a good example 
of how, even with implants, your boobs can seriously sag. But, even after 
they begin to droop, they're still going to look more natural than the 
older style implants. Thank God both me and my fiancée like my saggy boobs. 
Oh, and here's another thing. Since your breasts and especially your 
nipples are so sensitive, you'll probably enjoy the feeling of going 
braless. I can't really describe it, but it just feels good when boobs are 
free to move when you move. So Kristy, you should at least try out going 
braless once in awhile." 
   Kristy decided to stuff her bra into her purse before putting her blouse 
back on. As she left Dr. Stark's office, she felt her new, heavier tits 
bounce gently under her cotton blouse for the very first time. And, just as 
the Doctor had predicted, the feeling was very pleasant indeed. By the time 
she got to her car, the subtle rubbing of cotton against nipple had made 
her tender nubs hard as a rock. They stayed that way when she fired up a 
fresh cigarette. All during the drive home, Kristy gently stroked her hard 
nipples and enjoyed the feeling immensely. Much later that night, Kristy 
actually told me that during her ride home, she couldn't wait for my hands 
to replace hers. 
   
   Thank God this night had finally arrived. My month long wait was almost 
over and I was finally going to be able to look at, touch and feel Kristy's 
glorious new tits. I got off early from work and was home by 5:30. I made 
dinner reservations for 8:00 at Mario's. Mario's was the nicest restaurant 
that I knew of and that I could also afford. I'd never been there before, 
but I remembered Mrs. Parker mentioning it a few weeks back and I had a 
made a mental note. By 6:00, I was dressed in my nicest black slacks and 
dress shirt and I was on my way over to Kristy's. I pulled into her 
neighborhood and was about a block away from her house when I spotted her 
running just ahead on my right. I slowed down and stared at her backside as 
she headed toward her house. She wasn't running very fast and her form 
looked a little awkward compared to the dozens of other times that I had 
seen her run. God, her legs looked so long and firm and her ass wiggled so 
perfectly with every stride that she took. By now I was directly beside 
her, but she didn't see me right away. So, for the next few strides I just 
stared at her. The view was awesome. Despite the fact that she was wearing 
a very tight bra-top, I was amazed at how violently her grapefruit sized 
breasts were bouncing and smacking against her chest. 
   My little voyeuristic moment ended when Kristy finally noticed me. She 
quickly motioned me to pull over. She hopped into my truck. She was panting 
so hard and was so out of breath, she could barely talk. "Where 
are----..your cigarettes?....................... I want one bad." She 
panted out. 
   I motioned to the glove box and she quickly pulled out one of my 
Newports. I had already popped in the dashboard lighter and as soon as it 
popped back out, she stopped panting just long enough to fire up her 
cigarette. As soon as she had taken a really strong drag on the cigarette, 
she resumed panting and didn't inhale very deeply, so small clouds of smoke 
burst out of her mouth with each panting breath. I just sat next to her and 
stared at her as she took a few more drags in silence. Her gray bra-top was 
drenched in sweat and literally stuck to her skin. Despite her boob 
supporter's heavy duty construction, her nipples made large and noticeable 
bumps in the front of the bra. I found this most delightful, but also very 
curious. Prior to her surgery, even when she went braless, her nipples only 
firmed up when she was either cold, or very turned on. I didn't want to ask 
her about it at that moment. I just made a mental note and enjoyed the 
view. 
   With each panting breath that Kristy took her huge boobs rose and fell 
rapidly. I was perfectly content to just sit still and quietly stare at 
her, but Kristy broke the ice saying. "Can you take me ------. for a few 
laps -----.. around the block? I haven't smoked -----. a cigarette -------. 
in three hours and ------.. this one tastes so good-----.. I might want 
-------.. to have another." 
   I said, "Sure honey, whatever you'd like. We have plenty of time." 
   By the time Kristy was done with her first cigarette, she had finally 
caught her breath and said, "Tom, I think my long distance running days are 
finally over." 
   I was shocked with that statement and answered, "But Kristy, you've 
always loved running. Why would you want to give it up just when you're 
ready to start up again?" 
   She fired up a fresh cigarette and said, "I know Tom, but this time it's 
different. I had wanted to run a mile and a half and I barely got in a mile 
before my legs started aching and my side started hurting." 
   "But baby, remember this happened the last time. Don't you remember how 
it took you a couple weeks before you got back into shape after your ankle 
finished healing? Don't you want to at least give it a couple more weeks 
this time?" I couldn't believe that I was actually trying to talk her into 
running! This was not part of my plan. In fact, it was really the last 
thing that I wanted her to do. 
   She replied, "Here's the difference. These new boobs throw me all off 
balance. I couldn't run with my normal stride. The weight displacement and 
the bouncing make it impossible for me to run normally and that's why my 
legs ache. Besides, you have no idea how painful it is to have these bra 
straps digging into my shoulders. I just don't think I want to fight that. 
But, I still want to stay in shape, so maybe we can take up tennis? And, I 
think I'm going to sign up for dance classes when we get to school." 
   "Sure Kristy. That's fine, we can start playing tennis. I used to be 
pretty good even when I was a little fat boy. And, dance classes sound like 
a great idea. Hey, speaking of your boobs, I assume Dr. Stark gave you the 
green light to run which means you're all healed, right?" I asked. 
   Kristy knew what I was getting at and she gave me a devilish grin and 
said, "Well, I'm pretty much healed, but you can't see or touch my girls 
until after you take me on that special date that you promised me." 
   I just smiled back at her as I pulled into her driveway. 
   As soon as we stepped into the house, Kristy lit another cigarette and 
while it dangled from her lips, she very gingerly tugged her bra straps off 
of her shoulders. I noticed that her still tightly covered boobs instantly 
sagged about an inch on her chest. She exhaled a full lungful of smoke as 
she sighed in relief. Then, she said, "Darling, are we in any big hurry? I 
want to take a shower and get all dressed up." 
   "Take your time baby. I made reservations for 8:00, so we have lots of 
time." I answered. 
   "Good. My mom will be home in about half an hour, so why don't you make 
yourself comfortable and I'll be down in a little while." She suggested. 
   By the time I heard Kristy's shower go on, I was already focused on 
watching the Florida - Florida State game from 10 years ago that was being 
replayed on the classic sports channel. Around 6:45 I heard Mrs. Parker 
come through the back door. By now, Kristy's shower had been off for quite 
some time, but I knew from experience that it would be at least 15 more 
minutes before I saw my gorgeous girlfriend. For the next few minutes, I 
heard Kristy's mom rummaging around in the kitchen and then, she wandered 
into the living room. "Hi Tom. My, don't you look handsome tonight." She 
said as she sat opposite me on the couch. 
   "Thanks Mrs. Parker. You look nice yourself." It was a lame reply 
because all she was wearing was her drug store uniform. However, it still 
brought a smile to her face. 
   Mrs. Parker fired up a Newport 100 and said, "Tell me Tom, where are you 
taking Kristy for dinner tonight?" 
   I replied, "Well Mrs. Parker, I remembered your suggestion and made 
reservations at Mario's. I hope she likes it." 
   "Oh Kristy will like Mario's a lot. But Tom, there's a couple things I 
want to discuss with you before Kristy comes downstairs." She replied. 
   "What's up Mrs. Parker?" I asked. 
   "Tom, I guess I'll just come right out with it. You know my Kristy has 
been through quite an ordeal over the last month?" She said with a distinct 
note of sincerity to her voice. 
   "Oh yes Mrs. Parker, I know exactly what she's been through. And, to be 
honest, I don't think that I could have ever gone through what she's gone 
through." I answered with all the sincerity I could muster as I lit one of 
my own cigarettes. 
   "Good Tom. Then, you'll understand where I'm coming from." She replied 
and then continued. "Anyway, throughout this past week I had prayed that 
her final checkup with Dr. Stark would go well this morning and, thank God, 
it did. She's been given the green light to resume any activity that she'd 
like. So now her life can get back to normal." 
   "That is so wonderful." I replied, interrupting Mrs. Parker. 
   "Oh yes, it's beyond wonderful. But, let me tell you, take it from a 
woman who knows, from now on, "Normal" will not be normal like it was 
before her surgery. Her life will permanently change from this point on. 
From now on other people, and even Kristy herself, will never look at her 
in quite the same way as they did before. Her life has changed 
permanently." Mrs. Parker was saying this in her most serious voice as she 
paused to take a drag off of her cigarette. 
   "I think that I can appreciate that Mrs. Parker." I said in an equally 
serious tone even though I had no idea where she was going with this 
conversation. 
   "I hope so." She said. Then she added, "So that means you'll understand 
when I tell you that I want you to make tonight extra special for Kristy. 
Tonight is the night that she'll be facing the world in a whole new way and 
I want it to be a very positive experience for her. So, promise me that 
you'll make sure that happens tonight." 
   I still didn't really know what she was talking about and I had no idea 
what I was promising. But, I knew that the correct answer was to promise 
her. So, that's exactly what I did. "Mrs. Parker, I can assure you that I 
too want tonight to be a very positive experience for Kristy. So, you have 
my word. I will make it a night that she remembers fondly." 
   "Oh Tom, you are such a good boy. That's why I love you almost like a 
son." 
   Her reply kind of shook me up a little. I couldn't quite put my finger 
on it. But, she was kind of freaking me out. It seemed like she was placing 
a lot of responsibility on my shoulders and I wasn't sure I was ready for 
that. I mean, I didn't exactly know what I was supposed to be responsible 
for. "Oh well." I thought. "Let's just see what happens." 
   A few minutes later, Kristy called down from upstairs. "Mom, could you 
come help me out." 
   Mrs. Parker stood and snuffed out her cigarette. Then, she grabbed her 
pack of Newports and her lighter and headed up the stairs. When she entered 
Kristy's room, she found Kristy dressed in a blue denim miniskirt and a 
very pretty, white, demi-cup bra. The bra was underwired and provided 
plenty of support for Kristy's bigger tits, but it did a great job of 
exposing the upper halves of her enhanced globes, just in case she decided 
to wear a low cut top and show a little cleavage. Hanging on the back of 
her closet door were three tops. One was a low cut white t-shirt. One was a 
thin, sleeveless pink turtleneck sweater and the third was a pale yellow, 
puckery material, tube top. Kristy said, "Mom, I can't decide which top to 
wear with this skirt." 
   Mrs. Parker replied, "Kristy, let's have a cigarette and discuss your 
options." 
   Mrs. Parker offered a cigarette to Kristy from her pack, which she 
readily accepted. Then, Mrs. Parker fired up her lighter and lit Kristy's 
cigarette before lighting her own. After each lady performed simultaneous 
double pumps to properly fill their lungs, Mrs. Parker asked, "So darling 
what are you thinking about with each top?" 
   Kristy paused to finish her exhale and said, "Well, I like the low cut 
tee because I've never been able to show much cleavage before and I think 
that would be fun. I picked the turtleneck because I know that Tom likes 
turtlenecks. But, I think the tube top does the nicest job of showing off 
my new figure. The only problem with the tube top is that I'll have to wear 
a strapless bra with it. 
   Now it was Mrs. Parker's turn to pause while she exhaled a dense plume 
of smoke toward the ceiling. Then, she said, "I think all three tops would 
look adorable with that skirt, but I know where Tom is taking you tonight 
and none of those combinations are really dressy enough for the restaurant. 
I tell you what." She said as she stood and walked over to Kristy's dresser 
and pulled open the top drawer. "Why don't you step out of that skirt and 
put on this little garter belt with your gray silk stockings? I'll be right 
back. I have to get something from my room." 
   While Kristy's mom disappeared through the door, Kristy did as she was 
asked. A few seconds later, Mrs. Parker reappeared holding a plastic 
covered hanger that obviously contained an outfit. "What do you have in 
there?" Kristy asked. Her curiosity and enthusiasm was building by the 
second. 
   "It's a dress darling. But, before I give this to you, I want to tell 
you the little story behind it. As you know, when I was in college, I 
belonged to the Kappa Kappa Gamma house and so did your sister. I hope that 
you will want to join the house when you get to school and, if you do, 
you'll need a dressy dress for many of the social events that they have at 
the sorority. So anyway, I saw this dress on a mannequin at the mall last 
week and I just fell in love with it and bought it for you. I was going to 
wait until you left for school to give it to you, but tonight, well, I just 
thought that maybe tonight would be a perfect occasion for you to wear it." 
Kristy crushed out her cigarette as her mother finished her little story 
and she quickly pulled off the plastic wrapping after her mom had handed 
her the hanger. 
   "Oh mom, you're the best!" She said as she held up the dress. It was all 
silk, but it wasn't shiny. The material was thin and supple. The dress was 
a gorgeous shade of lilac purple. Kristy inspected the dress a little more 
closely. It was a sleeveless wrap around style with a built in strap that 
tied at the waist. Kristy knew instantly that the front would be very low 
cut and there was also a single slit down the entire middle of the back, 
extending from the collar to the waist. "Oh God mom, this dress is so 
beautiful, but it is so like, I don't know, it's really sexy. I've never 
worn anything like this before." Kristy whined. 
   "I know darling. But you certainly have the figure for it now, so why 
don't you just try it on?" Her mother encouraged her. 
   Kristy nervously lit another cigarette and then slipped her arms into 
the dress. She pulled the attached straps as tight as they would go around 
her waist, trying in vain to close the deep plunging neckline as much as 
possible. But the tighter the Kristy tugged, the more the back slit opened 
up and even with the straps tied at their tightest, the front flaps of the 
dress still crossed about three inches below each breast. Kristy stared at 
her figure in the mirror. Only about two inches of material covered her 
nipples and way too much of her bra was visible. She groaned as she exhaled 
a lungful of smoke. Kristy knew that she had already adjusted the dress so 
that it was covering as much as it would ever cover and she also realized 
that there was no way that she could ever wear a bra with this dress. She 
whined to her mom. "Oh mom, there's just no way that I can wear this dress 
with a bra on." 
   Mrs. Parker's response kind of surprised her. "I know darling. But why 
don't you just see how it looks with the bra off. Here, turn around and let 
me unhook it for you." 
   A few seconds later, Kristy was again staring into the mirror. Her now 
free hanging tits drooped a little lower on her chest which allowed the 
flaps of the dress to do a little better job of covering her boobs. That 
said, she was still showing lots of skin. Mrs. Parker gazed at her daughter 
and said, "Darling, I must say that dress looks so much better on you than 
it did on the mannequin. You look absolutely fabulous." 
   Kristy's heart was racing as she nervously sucked a couple more drags 
off of her cigarette. "But mom, I just don't know if I can go braless, you 
know, out in public." 
   "But why darling? This dress is perfect for where Tom is taking you 
tonight and besides, didn't Dr. Stark say that it was ok?" Mrs. Parker's 
questions temporarily distracted Kristy. 
   "Yes mom. She did. Oh my God, I forgot to tell you. You know how Dr. 
Stark was saying that she wanted to get her boobs re-done. Well, she did. 
And you won't believe how big she is now!" 
   Mrs. Parker chuckled as she interrupted, "Knowing Susan, I can only 
imagine." 
   "No you really can't mom. Her boobs are absolutely humungous. They're 
easily twice as big as mine. They looked like, I don't know, maybe like 
small loaves of bread. And, they so hung down all the way to her waist 
because she wasn't even wearing a bra!" Kristy exclaimed. 
   "There you go darling, if it's ok for the Doctor to not wear a bra, it's 
certainly ok for you." Mrs. Parker said, turning the conversation back to 
the topic at hand. 
   Kristy took another nervous drag and said, "You're right mom. But look 
how noticeable my nipples are. God they really stick out." 
   "Well darling, you may as well get used to that because there's nothing 
you can do about it and they're going to be like that from now on. After 
all, you're the one that wanted the nipple implants." Mrs. Parker said 
matter-of-factly. 
   "I guess you're right mom. It's just that I'm going to feel so self 
conscious wearing this dress out in public. Do you have some sort of pin or 
something that I can borrow to keep the front more closed?" Kristy asked. 
   "Sure dear. I'll be right back." 
   While her mother was out of the room, Kristy took a prolonged double 
pump to finish her cigarette. She could feel the dense smoke permeate her 
lungs and the large dose of nicotine that she had just given herself helped 
to relax her a bit. She decided to forego a stream exhale and instead, she 
took about 5 small breaths through her nose, letting the nicotine laced 
smoke complete its mission. 
   When Mrs. Parker returned, she handed Kristy a silver dollar sized pin 
that had purple and white fake jewels that matched the colors of the dress. 
While Kristy experimented with trying to find the perfect place to fasten 
the pin, Mrs. Parker said, "Kristy, why don't you just have a glass of wine 
or two when you're at the restaurant. It will help you relax." 
   "But mom, you know I'm not 21 yet. Why would you encourage me to drink?" 
While Kristy asked her question, the last remaining wisps of smoke darted 
out of her mouth. 
   "Darling, I'm certainly not suggesting that you and Tom drink or get 
drunk. All I'm saying is that a glass of wine will help you relax and enjoy 
the evening. Besides, in that dress, you'll never get carded. But, I still 
expect you to act responsibly. Now let's see how that dress looks with that 
pin on." Mrs. Parker said. 
   Kristy stood and faced her mom. The pin rested just below the middle of 
her tits. In the process, it stretched the flaps of the dress so tightly 
together that her boobs were now pretty much squished together. Even though 
Kristy was now showing less skin in total, the deep valley between her tits 
was even more noticeable. Mrs. Parker volunteered her opinion. "Well that 
pin seems to work ok. I mean, it doesn't screw up the overall lines of the 
dress too badly." 
   "Thanks mom." Kristy said sarcastically. 
   Mrs. Parker blew off Kristy's response and said, "Honey, I'm going to 
see what Tom's up to and tell him you'll be down in a few minutes." She 
stood and gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead, and then left. 
   Kristy was now all by herself. She continued to focus on her chest in 
the mirror. She turned and leaned and moved around trying to decide if she 
was going to wear the pin or not. In the process, the silky material 
brushed softly against her nipples. She instantly sensed how pleasant this 
new sensation felt. The silk was so smooth and sensuous. She definitely 
liked the way this material felt brushing against her rapidly stiffening 
nipples. It was a huge improvement over the relatively coarse cotton shirt 
that she was wearing earlier in the day. 
   
   Mrs. Parker and I talked for the next few minutes and then, out of the 
corner of my eye, I spotted Kristy at the top of the stairs. She had never 
looked more gorgeous. Her hair and makeup were perfect. The 4 inch pumps 
that she wore were totally sexy. With each step that she took, her legs 
peaked out from beneath the front slit of the dress. But, my attention 
quickly focused on her tits! Oh my Lord, her tits were awesome! The pin 
that her mom had given her was nowhere to be seen and her heavy new boobs 
bounced ever so nicely with every step that she took towards me. When she 
was about 10 feet away, I noticed her nipples. Jesus, they were so big and 
hard. That was the biggest surprise. It was all that I could do to keep 
from popping a very embarrassing woody right in front of Kristy's mom. I 
was speechless. 
   Thank God, Mrs. Parker stepped forward and embraced Kristy. As the two 
ladies hugged, Mrs. Parker said, "My beautiful baby girl. You look stunning 
my dear." 
   Kristy said, "Thank you momma." 
   Once the ladies separated, it was my turn to embrace Kristy. While we 
hugged, I whispered, "I can't believe how beautiful you look tonight." 
   Kristy just smiled as our lips met for a very short, but sweet kiss. 
This was the first time that I actually felt her heavenly breasts press 
against my chest and the feeling was beyond delightful. Her boobs were so 
full and firm, yet they were soft and pliable at the same time. God, these 
magnificent globes of Kristy's had been denied to me for so long, all I 
could think about was raising my hands up to capture them. I was absolutely 
dying to squeeze and caress and kiss and manhandle those glorious tits, 
but, with Mrs. Parker standing right there, I dared not. 
   As soon as Kristy and I separated, she quickly raised her hand to the 
front of her dress and tugged the front flaps more tightly across her 
chest. Then, she crossed her arms. She didn't exactly hide her tits, but it 
was obvious that she was nervous and probably felt uncomfortable in this 
dress. I didn't have much time to think about this because Mrs. Parker 
chimed in, "Well you two had better get going. Have a good time and 
remember, tonight's my bowling league night and I won't get home until 
around 12:30 or 1:00. So, no wild parties while I'm gone." 
   With Mrs. Parker's last comment the light bulb in my dimly lit brain 
finally came to life. It suddenly dawned on me what Mrs. Parker had been 
trying to communicate to me earlier. She knew that we could easily be home 
from dinner by 10:30 and she was giving me the green light to have sex with 
Kristy. But, she was saying, don't just focus on her tits to get your rocks 
off. Pay attention to her whole person. Make it special. Make it memorable 
and don't let Kristy think that she's just been laid. You need to make her 
feel like she's been made love to. Wow! It would have been so easy for me 
to have treated Kristy like a slut or a sex object. In fact, that's exactly 
what I had wanted to do. Thank God Mrs. Parker had talked to me. Tonight, I 
was going to make Kristy feel beautiful and special. Now I understood why 
Mrs. Parker had talked to me almost in code. I was so glad that I had 
figured this out and it was so obvious. No mother could simply tell her 
daughter's boyfriend to go ahead and fuck her daughter, but don't just 
wam-bam her. Make it sensual and romantic. God, I could have been so stupid 
that night. Prior to our earlier conversation, I had every intention of 
manhandling those tits during some wild and frantic fucking. Now, I knew 
that the smart thing to do was play it totally different, and that's 
exactly what I was going to do. 
   
   As soon as I pulled my pickup out of the driveway to begin the 20 minute 
ride to the restaurant, Kristy fired up a cigarette. It only took her about 
5 minutes to wolf down the whole thing. She must have taken 20 brief, 
annoying little drags and all the while, she kept tugging on the front of 
her dress. Each tug accomplished nothing as the dress already covered as 
much skin as it would ever cover. Once her cigarette was almost done, she 
lit another with the smoldering remains of the first cigarette and she 
began to smoke this one with the same awful style that I hadn't seen since 
she had first taken up the habit. I searched for the right words to say and 
finally, I just blurted out, "Kristy darling, you seem so nervous and 
uptight tonight." 
   My unimaginative comment did the trick and she instantly opened up. "Oh 
Tom, I am so, so nervous tonight. Is it really that obvious?" 
   "Well it kind of is. I mean, the way that you're rapid fire smoking your 
cigarettes and the way that you keep tugging on the front of your dress, 
makes it obvious that you're uptight. But, I don't understand why you're so 
nervous honey? I mean, you look absolutely fabulous." I added. 
   "Thank you. You're so sweet." She said between tiny drags. Then, she 
continued. "It's just that I've never worn anything as daring or sexy as 
this dress out in public before. God, I almost feel like a tramp and, I 
don't know, what if people, you know, stare at me? I'm just so not used to 
that. Anyway, I thought a couple cigarettes would help me relax. That's 
all." 
   I replied. "Kristy, the cigarettes will help you relax. But, you have to 
give them a chance. The way that you're smoking is just going to get you 
more agitated. Instead of all these quick little puffs you're taking, take 
some real long and hard drags, then inhale as deeply as you can and hold 
the inhale for at least a few seconds. Give the smoke a chance to do its 
thing and then, when you exhale, don't blow all the smoke out in a single 
stream. Try to get a couple streams out." She instantly changed her 
technique and did exactly as I had suggested. I don't think I had ever seen 
her take a longer single drag than the one she just took. The look on her 
face and especially her eyes, told me that this single drag had worked 
better than the entire previous cigarette. I continued. "Kristy, about that 
staring thing, I mean you look so gorgeous, guys are going to stare. Shit, 
I'm going to stare a lot. The fact is, it won't bother me and it shouldn't 
bother you. In fact, I'm so proud of you. I've already resolved myself to 
the fact that from now on, you are going to get lots of stares, regardless 
of what you're wearing." 
   "Thank you baby, I needed that. Now let's go enjoy our dinner." She 
replied, her confidence having been sufficiently restored. 
   Kristy managed to smoke a third cigarette by the time we got to Mario's. 
Her deep dragging style was now so beautiful, so intense, it was almost 
erotic. And, she was much more relaxed. However, she continued to tug on 
her dress every few seconds, which I found distracting and annoying. As 
soon as I parked the truck, we hopped out and I quickly grabbed Kristy's 
hand. At least while we walked to the door, I didn't want to have to look 
at her trying to hide her wonderful new tits. So, out of the corner of my 
eye, I focused on those babies. God, they were so big. Not only were they 
so much longer than before, they were much fuller and I loved how her 
nipples stuck out so prominently. Her noticeably smaller, pre-surgery 
nipples actually pointed a little downward when she wasn't wearing a bra. 
Now, her new and improved nipples seemed to point a little upward. With 
every step that Kristy took, her boobies seemed to dance beneath the dress 
and it was almost as if her perkier nipples were waving to me. At least in 
the recesses of my horny imagination, I believed that they were calling to 
me. 
   I decided on the spot that from that day forward, I wanted Kristy to go 
braless as often as possible. I wasn't cocky enough to just come right out 
and ask her. So, I decided that from now on, I would only comment on what 
she was wearing or compliment her on her good looks if she wasn't wearing a 
bra. 
   
   The restaurant ended up being only about 2/3rds full and we were quickly 
seated at a small table in the smoking section. I sat opposite Kristy and 
lit a fresh cigarette for her even before our waiter arrived. Once again, 
she began to tug on her dress and I said, "Let's try to order a bottle of 
wine. I think it will help both of us to relax." 
   Kristy chimed in, "Wow! That's exactly what my mother suggested. Let's 
do it." 
   I grabbed the wine list and had a selection all ready by the time our 
waiter arrived. His name was George and he looked to be about 40 years old. 
As soon as George handed us our menus, Kristy grabbed hers and used it to 
hide her chest from George's view. I asked for a bottle of wine and George 
didn't even hesitate to deliver us the bottle that we ordered. He filled 
our glasses and as soon as he left Kristy drained her glass about as 
quickly as that first cigarette that she had smoked in my truck. I 
re-filled her glass. This time she drank much more slowly and by the time 
George came back to take our food order, it was obvious that she was 
finally relaxing. Thank God she had finally stopped her annoying little 
habit of tugging at the front of her dress. In fact, when George leaned 
over to point out her vegetable options on the menu, she didn't even try to 
stop him from staring at her cleavage. I was very happy with the progress 
she was making. 
   Twenty minutes later, George arrived with our food and Kristy actually 
leaned back in her chair, lowered her arms to her sides and sort of stuck 
out her chest a little while George placed her food in front of her. Now, 
instead of trying to keep him from ogling her, she was almost inviting him 
to do so. As soon as George left, I said to Kristy, "Well darling, it seems 
like you're now much more relaxed." 
   She quickly replied, "Oh I am. You and mom were right. A little wine was 
just what I needed. Do you think George was staring at my chest just now?" 
   "Oh he was definitely staring. He'd have to be gay to not want to look 
at you." I replied. 
   "Good. I mean, this is so new to me, I kind of like being the center of 
attention." She answered as she took a bite of her veal parmesan. 
   By the time we finished eating, we still had enough wine left in our 
bottle for one last glass. Kristy fired up an after dinner cigarette and 
she began to smoke the same way that she smoked before dinner. She took 
nice long, sexy drags and her inhales and exhales were magnificent. 
Watching Kristy smoke in the dimly lit restaurant, I couldn't remember her 
ever looking sexier. I was getting so horny just watching her smoke. It had 
been at least a half hour since she had last tugged on the front of her 
dress. She was now leaning towards me with her elbows on the table, resting 
her chin on her hands. Between each drag she held her cigarette only inches 
from her mouth. Her tits actually hung low enough so that they were gently 
resting on the table. I know that she saw my eyes darting down to sneak 
numerous peeks at them and the subtle smile on her face told me that she 
liked it. I smiled back as I smoked my own cigarette. For the first time in 
over a month Kristy was actually using her cigarette to flirt with me. She 
knew exactly what she was doing and so did I. It didn't matter. We smoked a 
total of 3 cigarettes after dinner and my attention was absolutely riveted 
on Kristy. I couldn't have taken my eyes off of her even if I had wanted 
to. She sensed this and she fed on it and I realized at that moment that I 
was probably the luckiest guy on the planet. 
   When we finally finished our wine, I paid the bill and we left. We 
hopped into my truck for the ride back to Kristy's house and she snuggled 
up against me on the bench seat. She wrapped her left arm around mine and 
held her cigarette in her right hand. I could actually feel her voluptuous 
left tit pressing against my arm. I easily felt her rock hard nipple 
brushing against my skin. Now it was my turn to smoke my cigarettes 
nervously. My heart was racing with anticipation. When we turned into her 
subdivision, it was so dark, I almost gave in to the temptation to pull 
over to the side of the road and grab her tits on the spot. Somehow, I 
managed to resist the craving. 
   
   As soon as we entered her house, Kristy hit a light switch which turned 
on a single lamp at the other end of the living room. There was just enough 
light to set a perfect mood. I shut the door and Kristy turned toward me. 
She slipped her arms around my neck and I slipped my hands around her back. 
In fact, I dipped my right hand into the slit in the back of her dress and 
caressed her bare skin with my hand while I pulled her closer to me. Our 
lips met and within seconds our tongues were dancing together. Kristy's 
almost bare tits were mashing into my chest and she deftly arched her hips 
so that she could feel my rapidly hardening cock rub against her pubes. Our 
hearts were both beating faster and I figured that it was only a matter of 
minutes before we'd be rolling on the floor. Kristy had other ideas. She 
pulled her lips from mine and whispered, "Tom, why don't you get 
comfortable. I want to go change out of this dress before we ruin it." 
   I whispered back, "Hurry dear. I'll be so lonely." 
   She was only gone for maybe five minutes. During that time, I turned on 
a different light so that there wouldn't be any glaring light on the couch 
and then I stripped off all my cloths. I tried to wait patiently on the 
couch, but my cock was so stiff that it actually ached. I finally decided 
to fire up a Newport, hoping that another cigarette would cool me down a 
little. I had just flicked off my first ash when I heard Kristy at the top 
of the stairs. 
   Kristy slowly came into view. Delicate slippers with three inch heals 
were on her feet and she took very short little baby steps as she made her 
way to me. A freshly lit cigarette dangled from her right hand. She was 
wearing a totally shear little pink flutter top that just draped across her 
tits and was barely long enough to cover her dark nipples. On the bottom 
she wore nothing more than a very loose fitting thong. The thong dipped so 
low in the front that her little pussy patch was peeking out. But, the best 
part was the look on her face. It was one of pure lust. At that very 
moment, she was the sexiest vision that I had ever seen. 
   Kristy walked straight toward me, finally stopping only inches from my 
knees while I gazed up at her from my sitting position on the couch. She 
paused to hit her cigarette and then she said as smoke poured out of her 
mouth, "You like? I bought this outfit just for tonight." 
   I reached my arms up and grabbed her hips, "Kristy, you have no idea how 
beautiful and sexy you look." 
   "I guess that means you like it." She replied with a smile. Then, she 
sat on my lap, directly facing me. Her long legs bumped up against my sides 
and her almost bare pussy was only inches from my throbbing cock. She threw 
her arms around my neck and whispered, "I want some smoky kisses baby." 
   I was only too willing to oblige. We each hit our cigarettes hard and 
then our lips locked together and we shared all the smoke in our lungs for 
at least a minute. I began to gently caress her thighs and Kristy's smoke 
laced breaths quickened a little. We pulled our lips apart long enough for 
each of us to double pump our cigarettes and then we placed our smoking 
cigarettes in the ashtray and reconnected our lips. A few seconds later, 
Kristy reached down and grabbed my hands. Then she moved them under her 
flimsy little top and directed them right onto her dangling tits. This was 
all the permission I needed. I began to squeeze those heavenly globes 
gently at first, but I wanted to do so much more. 
   It was all that I could do to fight off my month of pent up desire. But, 
I knew that I had to. After no more than a minute of fondling Kristy's new 
tits I reluctantly let go. A funny thing then happened next. Even though we 
were in the midst of highly passionate foreplay, I began to analyze the 
experience that my hands had just enjoyed. Here I am, with Kristy kissing 
me and tugging at my cock and my hands are caressing her legs and brushing 
up against her pussy and all I could think about was how amazingly full and 
heavy her jugs felt in my hands. How now, for the first time ever, my hands 
couldn't even come close to covering Kristy's tits. They were simply too 
big. But the thing that I pondered the most was how big and rigid her 
nipples were. They felt like little pieces of wood poking into my palms and 
my mind remembered every exquisite detail. 
   By now Kristy's little top and panties were lying on the floor. She had 
my cock so hard that she had recaptured my full attention. She pushed me 
back onto the couch and started to step over my prone body as if she was 
going to mount me from on top. I had other plans. I knew that her favorite 
sex position was me on top. So, despite that fact that I loved it when she 
was on top, I tugged at her arm and she laid down next to me. There wasn't 
much room on the couch for us in this position and I was totally fine with 
that. It felt beyond incredible having Kristy's fabulous body scrunched 
completely into mine. After a couple minutes of intense hugging, clutching 
and grabbing, both of us were totally ready to move on to the next level. I 
squeezed my body out from between Kristy and the back of the couch. Kristy 
rolled onto her back and moments later I was above her and gently guiding 
my throbbing cock into her thoroughly moist and, oh so ready to be fucked, 
pussy. As soon as my cockhead pierced her pussy lips, Kristy let out a 
subtle moan. I dove in deeper and began to stroke my cock powerfully into 
her. Her moaning became louder and more intense and this turned me on even 
more. I lifted my body off of hers and balanced above her on my arms. 
Despite how dim the light was, I still had a perfect view of Kristy's tits. 
Her grapefruits were bouncing beautifully around on her chest and her inch 
long nipples almost reached to my own chest. This was a view that I hoped I 
would see a thousand more times in my life. 
   I was so thankful that Kristy had drained my balls the night before 
because now, even though we hadn't fucked in over a month, I had some 
serious staying power. I could tell by the intensity of her moans as well 
as the frantic way that she grabbed my ass that she was able to work 
herself through at least three orgasms by the time I finally shot off my 
load. God, in those few frantic moments, the month of frustrating, almost 
sexless dating simply evaporated into a distant memory. 
   We gradually came down from our orgasmic peak and just kissed and 
cuddled each other while we caught our breaths. After about five minutes I 
rolled off of Kristy. She sat up and I slouched against the arm of the 
couch. She grabbed her pack of Newport Light 100's and lit two. Then, after 
she stuck one of the cigarettes in my mouth, she laid her head on my lap 
and placed the large glass ashtray on her belly. Her eyes were focused on 
some imaginary point on the ceiling as she sucked down a huge drag and 
exhaled an amazingly long and dense plume of smoke toward the ceiling. My 
attention however was fixated on her tits. They too were pointing towards 
the ceiling and they looked incredible. Her nipples, silhouetted by the dim 
light coming from the lamp at the other end of the room, looked like little 
Tootsie Rolls pointing proudly straight up. While we silently smoked our 
cigarettes, I simply had to fondle those luscious tits and squeeze those 
succulent nipples. After a minute of so of gentle fondling, Kristy moaned 
contentedly, "Mmmmm if you keep that up, you just might just have to 
satisfy me again." 
   "That won't be a problem baby. See, my cock is already getting stiff 
again." I replied confidently. 
   Kristy turned her head slightly to eye my cock which now rested only 
inches from her face. She smiled and sucked down another lungful of smoke 
from her cigarette. I said, "You know Kristy, maybe it's the lighting in 
the room or something, but I think your nipples are bigger now than they 
were before." 
   She had a surprised look on her face as she turned her head and gazed 
into my eyes. "Really! Do you think they are? You know it almost seemed to 
me that they were bigger, but I just figured it was swelling after the 
surgery. Maybe they're just naturally bigger because of the pressure from 
the implant pushing them out or something. I don't know." 
   "Oh they're definitely bigger!" I answered. 
   Funny thing is, over the next week Kristy actually had me convinced that 
bigger nipples were a natural by-product of the implant procedure. When she 
finally told me the truth, I couldn't have cared less. I was already in 
love with her newly enhanced nipples and she knew it. 
   While I continued to play with Kristy's tits, my cock continued to 
stiffen and she continued to get hornier. Within five minutes of snuffing 
out our cigarettes, she was riding my cock from on top. Now, I was finally 
able to enjoy her tits the way I had dreamed of. With Kristy bouncing 
enthusiastically on my cock, I gazed in joyous splendor at those 
magnificent grapefruits bouncing in perfectly symmetrical little circles on 
her chest. When I wasn't watching, I reached up and captured her globes in 
my hands. At first, I didn't squeeze but the moans that she let out when my 
hands touched her boobs let me know that she really liked what I was doing, 
so I began to deep massage her tits and she begged for more. I actually 
tried to feel the implants and honestly, I couldn't. I mean, her boobs were 
not nearly as squishy as they were before, but they were still plenty 
pliable. And, I couldn't get over how heavy they felt. They were simply 
wonderful. 
   Since this was our second round of sex in less than an hour, it took me 
quite a while to cum again, but, Kristy's pussy was still plenty lubricated 
from our first session and I honestly lost count of all the little orgasms 
that seemed to wrack through her body. By the time I finally came, Kristy 
was so totally spent. It seemed like every little touch, whether it was on 
her pussy, or her nipples or her boobs, seemed to send little 
uncontrollable spasms cursing through her body. God, she was so incredibly 
hot. 
   Long after my cock went limp inside her, Kristy broke off our leisurely 
kiss and finally rolled off of me. She immediately grabbed her cigarettes 
and lit one for both of us. This time she cuddled her naked body next to 
mine and we pretty much just smoked our cigarettes in silence. When we 
finished our smokes, I glanced at my watch and said, "Kristy, it's 11:45. 
Your mom will be home soon. We better get dressed and do a little cleaning 
up." 
   "Oh my God, you're right!" She exclaimed as she hopped off the couch. 
She grabbed her dress and shoes and bounded up the stairs. 
   That was my cue to put my cloths back on and clean up any evidence of 
our love making off of the leather couch. 
   I had just lit a fresh cigarette when Kristy reappeared wearing her old 
loose fitting track warm-ups on her legs and her old nylon, tank top style 
track jersey on top. Back when she ran track, this top fit her real loose. 
Now, it was actually pretty tight. Her big fat nipples were so prominent 
and the way the thin material hugged her curves, it was very obvious that 
Kristy wasn't wearing a bra. After she plopped down next to me, she grabbed 
my cigarette from the ashtray and used it to light one for herself. My 
first inclination was to suggest that she put on a bra before her mom got 
home, but then I remembered that it was Mrs. Parker who had convinced 
Kristy to go braless that night. I decided to keep my mouth shut and see 
how Kristy's mom reacted to what she was wearing. 
   Twenty minutes later, we had just finished lighting up another round of 
cigarettes when Kristy's mom walked in. She immediately sat down in the 
recliner that faced the couch and lit up one of her own cigarettes. For the 
next couple minutes she told us about how badly her team had bowled and 
then she asked us how our night had gone. Kristy's face lit up as she began 
to describe to her mom just how wonderful the night had been. Throughout 
this conversation, Mrs. Parker never said anything to Kristy about what she 
was wearing and I focused on Mrs. Parker's face to see if her expressions 
would betray any displeasure. The only expressions that she made were a few 
smiles that she directed at me. No doubt, she was pleased that I had made 
her daughter so happy. 
   That night, as I drove home from Kristy's, I couldn't wait for Tuesday 
night. Tonight was all about Kristy gaining confidence among strangers. 
Tomorrow, we were going to a party at Tina's and I prayed that her coming 
out among our friends would be as positive as tonight had been and that she 
would leave her bra at home. 

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