The Shining Star, Part 2

The Shining Star
By Somers
Part 2 of 2


Sharon lit a cigarette in the semi-darkness, and drew on it with a 
sensuality that few could rival. She looked both exquisite and naughty with 
that object in her lips, yet it seemed to be a natural part of her within 
these strange surroundings.

The music filled the room, making any form of conversation difficult, yet it 
had a pleasant rhythm, and she felt the desire to tap her foot lightly on 
the rung of the barstool. After a while, her mouth was full of the white 
substance, so she took the Salem 100 out of her lips and drank deeply of the 
smoke, placing her arm down on the surface of the bar next to her drink. She 
gazed down at the beverage that had been placed in front of her in the 
previous few seconds, and looked dumbly at the bartender. She was saying 
something to Sharon, but with the noise of the music and of the crowd 
pressed in around them, it was difficult to decipher.

"Four fifty, but I can start a tab for you, if you'd like," the scantily 
clad girl with the dark eyes looked at the blonde woman in front of her, 
waiting for a sign that Sharon understood. The barmaid figured that she 
wasn't drunk. Just a little disoriented for some reason.

Sharon nodded as she looked at the girl, trying to focus and seeing the face 
there, then she expelled her breath in a huge cloud of smoke, and quickly 
averted her gaze upward to finish the exhale with a long stream of white 
mist. The girl turned to another of the many customers that she had.

Sharon then developed a very strange feeling that seemed to be arising from 
her chest, and moving rapidly throughout her body. She looked at this body, 
and smiled as the feeling swept over her. It was an altogether enjoyable 
sensation, and she could perceive the coursing of the blood within herself, 
the beating of her heart, and the spreading of the wonderful nicotine all 
the way out to her fingers and toes. Her smile deepened and she looked at 
the object within her fingers with the admiration of having found a long 
lost friend. She was back to full consciousness now as she gazed down at her 
chest and saw the extent of it. She was absolutely enormous. Sharon was 
indeed a very atypical woman, considering her voluminous cup size. Then she 
remembered the breast augmentation and her feeling of pride, and understood 
the reason for it. To attract the opposite sex was her career.

Sharon had something up-front that few women have, because she had had the 
breast enlargement done in Mexico, where laws and regulations were 
different, and she could get a superlatively packed chest there without any 
probing questions. She had to sit back in her barstool to support the 
massive structures as they tumbled off the bar and bounced against her chest 
while she turned around.

Now it was down to business, and she scanned around at the available men in 
the room and categorized them according to age and physical agility. Nearly 
all of them seemed to take immediate notice as she spun her stool around and 
displayed her huge creations to the crowd. She sucked on the Salem 100 
again, drawing her cheeks inward with the force of the inspiration, and 
then, in the middle of a deep drag, she spied him. She swelled up her chest 
to gargantuan proportions, while she inhaled the puff. She looked off into 
the lights of the club, and exhaled a long cloud across the bar. She placed 
a hand on her hip and realized she was sitting on a mountain of more curvy 
flesh. Sharon exuded sex, and, as ordered, she was living for it. That, and 
the money that she earned because of it.

He was about 25 of 30 years of age, somewhat of a stocky built, wearing a 
light-colored cowboy hat. His eyes were focused upon her. Sharon continued 
staring off into the blue lights as she raised the glass of vodka to her 
lips, while taking a little drink. Her nostrils flared with the residual 
smoke that poured into her glass. If she knew her cowboys, this one just 
might bring in a bit of pleasure for the evening, and Sharon indeed had 
known a lot of cowboys.

As predicted, he picked up his drink and came up to the bar, squeezing in 
beside her and said: "Got milk, honey?" He followed that statement with the 
sweetest of smiles, and she knew that he was hers.

"I got the milk, if you've got the dough, you want to make a cake?" Sharon 
said, unsmiling, then taking a huge drag on her cigarette and inhaling the 
smoke into that bountiful chest of hers. It felt really good to draw a puff 
into those lungs, and it made her more alive than she had ever felt before. 
She stopped and considered the breath of nicotine, enjoying the pleasure, 
then opened her eyes and kissed out the puff, feeling it enveloping her.

"I got four hundred head of cattle, and every one of them is just bustin' 
their way out of my pocket, every one of them just mooin' and groanin' to 
get out," he winked at her and stole another look at her overwhelming 
endowment. His head of cattle received a burst, and it was trying to get out 
of its pen.

"Just what are you saying? Those two hundred head of cattle seem mighty 
small, and there are a lot of cowboys around. Are you sure that you don't 
mean six hundred head?" Sharon stared off at a few other gentlemen in the 
smoky bar, as she tapped her cigarette ash off, and took a gentle sip of 
vodka from her glass, while pulling her short, silky dress upward and 
revealing even more of her substance.

"Well, I do have a few more head of cattle in my other pocket, that are 
starting to get pretty ornery, too, and there's this one mean old, big bull 
that sits right dead center that's a'tellin' me what to do right now, so ah 
got, ah guess `bout four hundred and fifty head? Course, I gotta pay my bar 
tab," The guy adjusted his tight jeans while she looked down and saw that he 
was telling the God's honest truth. That bump that she saw did look rather 
extensive by now. She smiled.

"Well, are you going to pay that bar tab? I think that mean old, big bull is 
going to burst through his corral real soon," Sharon then took another long 
puff on her all white cigarette, and reached down with her hand and brought 
it inside of the cowboy's thigh, rubbing it sensually, while she leaned over 
to hide what was going on with a practiced maneuver. It just appeared that 
she was taking a very firm drag on her cigarette while smiling and leaning 
forward, casually listening to what the cowboy had to say. Naturally, her 
breast was against his body, because it had nowhere else to go, and what 
sins it concealed should not be discussed.

"I want to pay muh tab, and I'll get this lady's too!" The cowboy shouted 
out suddenly. Then more softly, he said to Sharon, "And, little lady, if you 
do that much longer, that old big, ornery bull's going to come out and 
git'cha right here!"

Sharon, laughing softly, blew out the huge puff of cigarette smoke that had 
been building up in her overly-proportioned chest, and couldn't help but 
smile with the delight. She accepted the cowboy's kiss, and then downed the 
rest of her drink in a couple of gulps, while he paid the bar tab. She 
paused a moment, then stared at the glass on the counter, smiling a big 
smile.

"Wow! That's really good stuff!" She exclaimed.

They went to her usual place, a hotel room located in the heart of the bar 
district. It was always packed, but she had a standing reservation there 
each night until 11 PM. On most nights of the week, she used it, too. The 
fact that the gentleman always paid for the room at full price made them 
more than happy to oblige her. Especially since they could be sure that 
there was going to be wine, and probably some of those succulent, expensive 
chocolates ordered from the room service menu. They liked having "Jugs" as a 
regular customer, and they always gave her the best treatment.

She had him wrapped around her little finger now. All she had to do was to 
perform. And her performance would make any man melt. She walked slowly, 
trying to keep her balance beneath those extra pounds that she wore proudly 
on her torso, and thankfully, he was there to help her. Someone was always 
there to help Sharon.

"Why don't you order up a bottle of wine, and perhaps they have something to 
snack on, like chocolate covered strawberries?" Sharon said, taking her pack 
of Salems from her purse, drawing one out to place in her fingers, and 
dangling it from her freshly wetted lips.

"Little lady, I just need you over here, and I need those beautiful tits in 
my hands, and then I think that I'll just let nature take over," this boy 
was just practically foaming at the mouth, having now bought himself an 
expensive, and expansive whore. Sharon lit her cigarette and swelled up her 
chest with the power of the smoke and smiled at him.

"Well, I think you just need to get comfortable, cowboy, so sit down and 
fetch me something to drink, and let me take some time to slip out of these 
clothes and put something more interesting on?" She showed him a smaller bag 
from her purse, smiling at him while blowing the puff out into a magnificent 
cloud that reached across the room.

He called for room service, while she sashayed into the bathroom, wiggling 
that rounded ass slowly, carrying her cigarette and her purse ostensibly 
holding those clothes. She laughed to herself, thinking of what easy money 
it was going to be tonight. She didn't understand what made her feel so 
thrilled, though. Because this was just another john, wasn't it? She looked 
into the bathroom mirror at her face, and took another deep puff of the 
cigarette, inhaling it fully into that enormous chest of hers. These would 
get her fucked, she thought, cupping those enormous breasts in her hands 
while dangling the cigarette from her lips and exhaling a cloud of smoke 
into her reflection. Because they always did get her fucked, wonderfully and 
gloriously fucked, and that must have been what made her feel so thrilled. 
But they always had that effect, didn't they? Perhaps it was her sassiness. 
It was probably a combination of both. It was nothing unusual, she thought, 
taking the smoke again from the cigarette greedily.  She felt like another 
person, and it was a person who certainly loved smoking, she thought, 
smiling and blowing the puff out into the cloudy air of the tiny bathroom.

The chocolates were there, and the wine, and the cowboy had popped the cork 
on their relationship while she was busy in the bathroom putting on her 
makeup and taking off those comparatively non-revealing clothes. She was 
clad in a tiny black mesh cover-up that revealed each and every feature of 
her massive breastwork underneath of it, and the entire package was 
completed with the curves of her sumptuous hips. She swung her purse up and 
took out her pack of cigarettes, standing in the doorway in silhouette. As 
she placed one into her lips and flicked her lighter, highlighting her face 
with the burst of flame, it showed desire in her body. The needy lips, the 
tender cheeks, and the overly dark eyes all bespoke of her want. It was the 
desire to be filled, and Sharon needed more than the nicotine that she drew 
upon. It was time to get the man.

In a moment, the flame was gone, and her face again was plunged into 
semidarkness, save for the continual glowing of the tip of the cigarette. 
She stood there for several seconds while she completed the drag and huffed 
it into that huge chest of hers. She breathed out, and the first bits of 
smoke were like lace, but soon became thicker and denser like heavy sheets 
that swirled up and descended before they came to rest on top of the man.

"Are you going to pour me some wine, cowboy, or are you busy freaking off 
with that cork?" Sharon smiled as she approached slowly, swinging her 
generous hips and casually tossing her purse on the table.

"Oh, honey! You look sensational! You're as purdy as a sunset dipping 
between two big mountains, and dropping its golden rays on me," the guy 
handed her a glass of wine, and a chocolate covered strawberry, for which he 
had just paid nearly $50 to get, but, in his raptures, he knew that it was 
the right thing to do.

"So when am I going to meet this ornery, old bull of yours?" Sharon stated, 
exhaling a perfect cloud of smoke that reached up to the spotlight on the 
ceiling above. She took the glass and the chocolate strawberry, and sipped 
on the one, and then sucked on the other. As she well knew, these things 
were delicious, and her eyes revealed her pleasure as she drew close to the 
cowboy, her breasts bouncing against her chest with every step.

"Pardon me, ma'm, but I have to git outta these here pants first," the guy 
rapidly dropped his drawers, which brought a look of shock to Sharon's face.

"That bull there is mighty big! You'd better be careful where you put that 
thing, because I think it needs to be confined tightly," she bit the 
strawberry, and munched on it, following that action with a long puff on her 
cigarette as she stood before him, her cover-up partially open and her 
nipples peeking out. With her chest fluffed up with up with smoke, he could 
see every detail of her sumptuous body.

"Jeezus, I need a really good tittie-fuck. Come on darlin'. Come to papa," 
he said, sitting down at the edge of the bed while she exhaled a volume of 
smoke to one side of his head, and she smiled.

Sharon sunk down to her knees, finishing up the strawberry with a bite and 
some chewing, then taking another gulp of her wine. She set the glass down 
on the floor, swallowing while winking at the guy, and proceeded to walk on 
her knees up between his legs. She took another drag on her cigarette and 
flopped her huge breasts on either side of his big member, drawing up the 
excess flesh to form them into enormous and succulent mounds.

"Is this the sorta thing you had in mind honey?" She looked at him shyly 
while exhaling through her speech, placing her cigarette in her lips and 
capturing the cowboy's manhood in her breasts. Her hands drove them into a 
smoothly-fitting channel of tightness. Then she began to rock slowly back 
and forth.

"Little lady, I'm afraid that that bull is going to rear up at any moment 
now," the guy began breathing heavily and slumped back on the bed, resting 
on his forearms and smiling up at the spotlight on the ceiling.

Sharon poured a small bit of wine to provide a little bit of lubricant on 
her activity, and he sighed as he felt the cold fluid and the increase in 
Sharon's manipulation of his body. She completely downed the glass, and then 
slowly shook her head and smiled at in appreciation. She was soft and very 
large and that softness surrounded him fully. That largeness engulfed him 
with pleasure. She swayed back and forth, repeating the stroking sensation 
again and again, while the cigarette repeatedly yielded up its smoke to her 
sucking action, and smoke poured from her nose onto his groin.

That bull did rear up and Sharon was very impressed with its length and its 
girth, and the overall feel of it rubbing up and down her breasts. This man 
was a rather enormous specimen, and she felt the eagerness rising up in her 
own body, and making her react in such a human way, so close to animalistic 
passion that she began rapidly rocking to and fro, filling her lungs with 
breath after breath of smoke.

"You are definitely going to ride this here cowgirl!" She exclaimed, 
plunging her chest forward onto that huge specimen and drawing backward, 
almost, but not quite slipping off, then delivering to him the entire mother 
lode of sheer satisfaction by pushing her massive breasts inward to surround 
him with a plushness that made him feel like he was beginning to float. She 
got carried away with empathy at the guy's reactions to her while his heart 
palpitated and he felt this sensational degree of tenderness and love for 
him.

"Oh,  Ma'm! I'm losin' it! Can't fucking hold it back!" He shouted and the 
giant, overstuffed organ began to twitch and it started to release its 
pent-up fluid, which was quite a formidable load. In no time at all, Sharon 
was showered in it, and she had to slow down, because she had gone too far.

"Oh, darlin', I'm a goin' to come back again, many times, because that's the 
finest piece of whorin' that I've ever had!" The cowboy sunk down on the 
bed, exhausted after his ordeal.

"C'mon now, can't you get it up again?" Sharon rapidly climbed up upon him, 
placing her body in the position and reaching underneath of her to place it 
into its proper orientation. Her giant mammary glands hung down everywhere, 
and bounced on his chest like beach balls.

"Oh, my god, darlin' I just need rest now. You gone and tuckered me out," 
the cowboy was already drifting off, in a state of bliss.

"Fuck me, you damn pussy!" She screamed at the top of her lungs with the 
burning filter of her cigarette hanging from her mouth. She bounced up and 
down on his body, whacking him with enormous bosoms and shaking him by the 
shoulders, fondling his genitals and incredulous that any creature could 
find release that fast.

"No- no- no-" the guy lumbered off to sleep.

Sharon screamed, and then she, too, was released.


***



"Apparently, that was not successful?" the provider stated.

"Damn right! And I had him right there between my legs! Why are these men so 
confusing? I mean, all I want is to get knocked-up! Put a little bun in my 
oven! It's not difficult or anything, and they certainly have the 
equipment," Bid-rah was clearly still angry.

"It's alright, Bid-rah, because you did try your best this time, and I 
extend my gratitude to you," the provider said, a very weak reply, and 
perhaps the thought was expressed as a gesture of hopelessness.

"I wish you could project me for a longer period into the people," Bid-rah 
lamented, thinking still about Sharon's anticipation of going back to the 
bar and getting another john.

"I wish I could, too, but I might lose you in the data stream. I'm afraid 
that it's only a short time with all this human radar interference," the 
provider mentioned.

"Provider, I want you to do a study of human females, and find out which 
ones most want to become pregnant. I don't care what I look like. Infiltrate 
every computer on the whole planet if you must, and correlate everything 
possible, and draw up all the facts," Bid-rah declared.

"Yes, mistress," the provider said, its circuits beginning to hum at full 
capacity.

"Oh, I also need someone who smokes heavily? I've sorta gotten used to that, 
and don't take too long, because I feel like I need a cigarette now," 
Bid-rah added, performing her equivalent of blushing.

The ship became illuminated in the blue glow that meant that the provider 
was engaged in deep thought and analysis of the task she had given it. She 
was very impressed, because only rarely had she seen the circuits come to 
life in that fashion. The last time, they had faced a storm of planetary 
debris cast off by a supernova, and the provider had skillfully plotted a 
course through it, involving the plotting of billions of particles and rocks 
that might tear apart the hull of the ship. Though the provider would have 
survived and to affect repairs, she certainly would have not. She owed it 
her existence, and she owed it a child to carry on in her place.

"I have the results of the study, but it is a bit unusual. Apparently, males 
and females actually both wish to have a child when they are living together 
in marriage, and they try very vigorously sometimes. The female becomes 
quite agitated during the term, and despite many ovulations, she does not 
produce a child until several conditions are fulfilled," the provider 
stated.

"Conditions? What sort of conditions are they?" Bid-rah was curious. 
Apparently, there was a lot of complex social interaction between humans. 
She had experienced it through her body-sharing with the humans, although it 
had been only a very short exposure to the social pattern. It wasn't at all 
like those worms on the planet Cauldron, which led a very structured life, 
but unfortunately only mated and produced offspring when their planet was in 
proper alignment with their sun. Neither the provider nor she understood 
this until they had tried for a while, because the worms did not have 
electronic means to broadcast their information.

"You must be loving to the male," the provider started, "And you love will 
inspire a new life form."

"I don't see a problem with that. Human males are very loveable, you know," 
Bid-rah responded with her equivalent of a sigh.

"You must be willing to perform the act at any moment, no matter how 
illogical or untimely it may seem," the provider continued.

"No problem. Although you might think of it as illogical, sex goes beyond 
the logical mind with humans," Bid-rah said.

"But it might be a different male who impregnates you from the one whom you 
are pledged to spend the rest of your life with," the provider went on.

"Will you get to the point? I don't have a problem with any of this. I have 
spent a bit of time down there, you know," Bid-rah complained, then started 
to become excited about the prospects.

"Bid-rah, understand what I am trying to tell you now, like you have never 
understood it before. I have looked at all of human nature, and have 
selected candidate individuals of the species, but I would like you to 
inspire a great deal of love in the mother for her child. Their life 
together may be arduous and very primitive, and it will affect you destiny," 
the provider cautioned.

"How does it matter to the provider about what sort of life exists after the 
transformation? You will be long gone," Bid-rah questioned.

"It matters," the provider stated, its statement accompanied by a glowing of 
lights, so she knew that this was a very deep question.

"But, why does it matter to you?" Bid-rah needed to know.

There was a long pause, accompanied by a great glowing of the lights inside 
the ship, then all went dark for a while, so Bid-rah sat there in the 
darkness and she became afraid that the provider had waited too long to draw 
its new life form into the ship, and it would be expended as an empty hull, 
a remnant of past life to orbit this star and eventually be sucked into the 
supernova that awaited. But the lights came back to normal, and everything 
was as it had been for eons, and then the provider stated:

"Because I love you, Bid-rah."

Then, in a moment, she was gone.

***

She coughed and it was good. It brought up a large amount of phlegm from her 
chest, and she felt clear for the first time in several hours. Audra smiled, 
took another heavy drag on her cigarette and breathed deeply of the smoke. 
She stared at the TV in the small trailer home, and blew out her puff toward 
the tiny screen as she watched the afternoon soap opera characters kiss. She 
had her sweet darling in her fingers, and she kissed it, too, as the thick 
smoke flowed out of her nose from the last puff.

She felt strange for an instant, as the transformation took place. But, she 
passed it off as just another consequence of her feelings of late. She was 
getting rather old to bear a child, 34, though people had done it in their 
late 30's and even 40's and older, she knew that with each passing year, it 
became less and less likely. She sighed out a very large cloud of smoke, and 
inspected the end of her cigarette. One last drag would take it down, then 
she'd have to light another. She felt the depression that came, over a 
period of years, and drove one crazy.

As they finished the kiss on the soap opera, she thought it was so 
beautiful, and the way that the actress looked up at the guy made her feel 
renewed and revitalized as the woman said: `You know that I want to keep the 
baby, don't you?'

The music cut in for a second, and then the commercial break. Audra took 
that final pull of her cigarette and crushed it out, drawing the smoke into 
her. The inrush of smoke and air felt so good, but the breath outward across 
the tiny kitchen table was magnificent. It was all swirls and mist, 
spreading out as it commanded its way and filled the little kitchen with the 
telltale signs of her satisfaction.

She heard a noise, and then remembered that the plumber was here, clanking 
on the pipes underneath the house to announce his presence. And here she 
was, in her nightgown and skimpy robe, no bra, with all her fat hanging out 
because she no longer cared. She didn't need to try to look presentable for 
anyone anymore, because her time was over. She reached for her pack of 
cigarettes on the table, and drew out another Newport 100.

No, she wouldn't look good for anyone, she thought as she brought the 
cigarette to her lips. If her husband could no longer stand to look at her, 
then she was just another case of a woman past her prime, a woman who had 
lived out her life in this godforsaken place, and who would be better dead 
than living. She flicked her lighter to life, and enjoyed some comfort in 
the smoke that flowed into her habitually eager mouth. As she drew on the 
cigarette and sat back in the chair, she received a new happiness that 
tended to shape her thoughts, and was struck with a twinge of hopefulness.

As she filled her chest with the raptures that accompanied the wonderment of 
smoke, she thought of the actress on the soap opera, wanting to have her 
baby, and she looked up at the yellowed ceiling and blew the puff upward, 
rising as hopes do, and spreading out as it extended its way upward, with 
her dreams. She was ovulating.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Ma'am? Can I trouble you to let me try the water now?" the plumber was done 
down below, and needed to finish his job.

"Oh, sure. You don't have to ask," she said, looking at him curiously as she 
sat back up facing the table and placing her elbow upon it, holding her 
cigarette up like a revered object. She looked at it for instant, checking 
to see that it didn't need any trimming.

"I'll just be a minute. The water should be flowing good now," the man went 
about his duties, and came into the kitchen bashfully.

"Take your time, I really would prefer it if you make sure the job's done," 
Audra took a full drag of her Newport, tightening up her chubby cheeks with 
pleasure as she looked at the young guy who was now very close to her. As 
she drew in the big puff of smoke, she smiled a little. This guy has a cute 
little ass, she mused as he bent over the sink. Then she became horrified at 
the thought, washing it away with a tremendous volume of smoke from her last 
puff, watching as it curled and beckoned to her from those awesomely tight 
shorts that he wore. No, her time was passed, she told herself.

"Everything's OK, you've got a good flow now, and it goes from cold to hot," 
the repairman announced, proudly showing her each valve as he turned it. 
Sharon looked on from her seat, smiling as she breathed the residual smoke 
from her lungs.

"That fucking thing has never worked this good before! My god, you did it! 
You're good at fixing pipes, aren't you?" Audra was amazed, because she had 
never had her kitchen in such excellent working order before. She sat up 
from her chair and beamed, holding her cigarette up in obvious excitement.

Her robe slipped open, and he could see the full breasts beneath, revealing 
the large nipples as they protruded from the light fabric of her nightgown. 
She coughed with some violence, and tried to cover her mouth. Her ample 
stomach rippled as the waves continued. She was not an especially attractive 
sight, not the movie actress type, but her flesh was full, rounded and 
mature. Her face was smooth and she had the most marvelous packed cheeks, 
flushed completely with the force of the coughing. The plumber didn't fail 
to notice her in that bedtime outfit, and she didn't realize how incredibly 
sexy she appeared to him.

"Here, ma'am, take this glass of water!" The plumber quickly grabbed an 
apparently clean glass and caught some clear water from the spigot, and 
handed it to her. Audra thanked him, took the glass with cigarette in hand, 
and drank her soothing refreshment. She then placed the glass on the table, 
took another puff of her cigarette and closed her nightgown.

"Thank you, and I'm very sorry about that. I get this nasty cough sometimes. 
I know it's these damn cigarettes, but what am I going to do-" She said, 
then smiled through multiple exhales. He looked down at her, her face red 
from the coughing, but also red with embarrassment.

"It's OK, Ma'am. You're certainly not the only damsel in distress that I've 
helped, and I must say that you look like a dream when you smoke," he smiled 
down at her, seeing her ample body through the nightgown and robe. She 
couldn't really hide it, those curves that she had added throughout the 
years of sitting in the kitchen and smoking abundantly were what she had. 
Nothing could conceal the heavy-breathing womanhood beneath.

"Oh, thank you, you're a very nice man, now how much do I owe you?" She 
asked, tapping her now-lengthened ash in the rather overloaded ashtray and 
drawing on it for the comfort she needed after that storm of chest activity. 
She blew off his rather obvious attempt to turn the conversation into 
something else, because she knew she would be too fat, and although he was 
apparently one of the ones who liked women smokers, she was probably too old 
for this tight-assed little boy. Still, there was a certain degree of magic 
in the air, and she felt it.

"It's about one-sixty, Ma'am, but wait a minute, cause I gotta total it all 
up," the plumber said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pad. He 
conveniently had a pen on the top of his ear, and he withdrew it to begin 
figuring, glancing down and noticing her robe slipping open again. Her full 
figure couldn't be hidden, and he, equally, could not hide his elation, nor 
that little bump in his shorts over having had a glimpse of what she had to 
offer.

Audra displayed shock in her eyes at his announcement, and a helpless look, 
then immediately turned to her Newport 100 for some comfort. It delivered a 
lot of comfort, and she pulled on it until it was glowing very brightly in 
front of her face, then let some smoke out in a big cloud, and sucked it up 
with her nose.

"That much?" She appeared frightened, and exhaled the full puff down toward 
the floor, casting it into the shadows of her robe and appearing genuinely 
depressed. She looked up at the man with helpless eyes, and then noticed the 
extravagant bulge that seemed to have risen between his pants.

"Well, there was the pipe and the valve, plus the time to install them, but 
maybe I figured it wrong," the man said, looking at her in her nightgown and 
robe, glancing at his watch nervously, and scratching something out on the 
pad. He glanced outward over the pad as he stood above the woman, peering at 
her supple and large body as it peeked its way gradually forth from the mist 
of the smoke.

"Well, you certainly deserve every penny for installing your pipes into my 
kitchen, and starting my thingies going again, but my husband will shit a 
brick when he comes home late tonight. Maybe I can be asleep by then?" She 
laughed and a little cough erupted from her chest, causing her to lean 
forward and take another drag on her Newport. She liked having the guy here, 
because he seemed like a pleasant relief from her afternoons of soap operas, 
and from staring at these walls.

"Well, I'm very sorry for my mistake, Ma'am, but it actually comes to 
sixty-nine dollars and sixty-nine cents," the plumber said, staring over her 
back and watching her inadvertently revealing even more of her body as she 
filled her chest completely with the smoke. "But you don't have to pay 
anything, if you would rather take the one time discount?"

He reached in front of her to put the small paper down on the table and 
lightly touched her breast, smoothly yet firmly, so it appeared to be simply 
a means of guiding himself to reach the table. She hoped it was more than 
that, however.

They made eye contact. Audra turned in her seat, exposing more of herself, 
though still attired in her nightgown, and exhaled her smoke into the air of 
the little trailer. She fought with herself inside, yet she made no move to 
remove the man's warm hand. Instead, she flashed him a little smile and 
said:

"The checkbook is in the bedroom, do you want to come in for a moment? It 
would be just a little while, because my husband will be back at seven." She 
looked at the clock on the wall, which read three-thirty. Taking another 
long and healthy drag on the Newport cigarette in her fingers, she felt 
awfully naughty, and she took his hand and held it against herself and let 
him feel the heartbeat within her chest. It was rapid and strong, and it 
pulsed within her chest. One could feel it clearly, despite the nightgown 
and the fleshy breast tissue. She breathed out a sensual stream of smoke, 
and watched it diving and taking twists in the air.

"I'll come in, Ma'am if you will let me. It might take me more than a moment 
to do my business, though. In any case, I promise I'll be gone long before 
seven o'clock. It's just that I don't want to rush into anything. A woman 
such as yourself should never be rushed, but treated with tender care," he 
accepted her light grip on his hand, and used as a signal to rub both of his 
hands more fully over her shoulder and chest, He bent down and lightly 
kissed her on her neck.

Audra didn't quite know what had overtaken her, but she felt really good, 
and felt that little thrill she had remembered from a long time ago coursing 
throughout her body. She kissed the guy on the cheek, and pulled back her 
chair, all the while looking up at him as she would a savior. She went to 
put her cigarette out in the ashtray, but he stopped her, seeing that it 
wasn't fully smoked yet.

"I want you just the way you are. Smoky and very beautiful," he cooed, 
plucking her pack of cigarettes and her lighter off of the small table and 
motioning her upward into his arms.

She rose, though somewhat unsteadily because she hadn't been on her feet in 
several hours, and melted into those powerful arms and they kissed with her 
cigarette carefully behind his head.

"It's not much, and I didn't make the bed this morning, because I didn't 
expect anyone. I mean, we never have anyone come out here, not anyone so 
nice and so handsome, but if I knew-"

"Shhh.. just go into the bedroom and be comfortable, You look so cute when 
you get all flustered. Unless you want me to fuck the living daylights out 
of that body of yours right here?" He winked at her, then they both moved 
the short distance into the bedroom.

Audra brought her cigarette with her, and took a monumental drag on it, 
feeling the giddy power that the woman feels when she suspects what will 
befall her. She felt a little scared, too, having heard all these horrible 
stories about women being raped by men posing in all sorts of roles. But, 
she just knew that this guy was real, and she felt safe in his hands. 
Besides, her spirit of adventure had come out, and she tingled with 
excitement. Ok, let herself be raped, what the hell. It would be much better 
than watching the soaps endlessly, and making dinner for a guy that didn't 
care. If her husband didn't care, then she wouldn't, either. `Fuck him,' she 
thought, then, with a naughty smile on her face she thought again: `No. Fuck 
me!'

Audra blew a huge cloud into the tiny bedroom as she simultaneously stubbed 
her cigarette out in the ashtray by the bed. He entered behind her and 
softly touched her shoulder, and they embraced in a kiss. Residual smoke was 
still coming from her lips as his mouth closed over them, and she tried to 
hold it within her body, but the power and duration of that embrace made 
that impossible.

"Relax, you gorgeous piece of womanhood. I want to make you feel really 
fine. You know I really like the taste of women who smoke," he smiled, 
placing the cigarettes and lighter conveniently on the nightstand and 
winking at her.

Needing no more invitation than that, Audra picked up the pack of Newports 
and placed one into her lips, settling into place on the side of the bed. He 
snapped up the lighter and held it ready for her. She felt very special at 
that moment, with her cigarette in her lips, closing them around it hungrily 
and leaning outward to accept the light. He flicked the flame, and it 
illuminated her hungry face with a warm glow. She sat back on the bed, 
drawing on the cigarette and eying the man as he gazed down at her. Her 
cheeks were drawn in, and she showed mirth in her eyes while she 
deliberately executed a healthy and full drag from the cigarette.

Popping it out of her lips, she then let the smoke drift gradually from her 
mouth before snapping it completely down, where countless puffs of smoke had 
been before.

They didn't speak much during the ensuing hour, but she shivered with 
delight when he applied his tongue to her body, feeling every wonderful 
rapture of attention that he paid her. She felt so wicked, but wicked felt 
so damn good now. She needed wicked, she needed a real man inside of her, 
and she loved every second of it.

When she had spent that first Newport 100, he noticed. Having been staring 
up at her as he was dutifully engaged in her pleasantly plump pussy, 
watching each and every rise and fall of her heavy breasts with each and 
every puff of pleasure that graced her lungs, he was ever vigilant. The 
woman was without a cigarette, so he immediately came up from his work below 
and placed one in her lips, followed it up with a flick of the lighter, then 
he quietly went back to his attentions upon her.

Twice he illuminated her similarly, and she began moaning and biting her 
lips to keep the moaning from becoming screaming. At least four times she 
coughed violently, and he used these as opportunities to draw deeply into 
her with his stiff tongue and to really "face up" to his work. It was having 
a remarkable effect on Audra, because she said breathlessly:

"Oh my God, I am feeling so damn good! Fuck me now, oh please, please fuck 
me! I need it so bad! I need it so goddammed bad!" She began writhing on the 
bed, and sucking on that short cigarette until it was burning into the 
filter.

Needing no more invitation than that, not that there was anything else she 
could do to entice him to share his voluminous manhood with her, he withdrew 
another cigarette from the pack on the night table and removed the short 
stub of a cigarette from her lips, then flicked the lighter once again. She 
sucked the smoke into her mouth, and simultaneously, she reached down and 
spread her extremely wet and glistening other lips apart.

His firm and very thick member entered her and began to slide in slowly, 
just as she reached the pinnacle of her puff. She drew the smoke inward as 
he plunged as deep as he dared go into her body, though he could have gone 
further, watching her and her cigarette as they glowed and her lungs filled 
up with pleasure. She quietly laughed, as she let the smoke escape from her 
nose and the feeling of the nicotine continued into her system. She was 
already saturated with the stuff, but she really wanted so much more of 
this, and of him.

"That's it, just relax and smoke, relax and smoke, relax and smoke-" He 
surged into her each time he spoke the words, bringing her body into a form 
of ecstasy that she wanted to last forever. So, she melted into a pool with 
her cigarette like a birthday candle, and the only thing in the world that 
she could feel was his gargantuan organ in her body, going ever more deeply 
and that precious smoke that she would forever carry within her breast. It 
was thick and it hung above her, as she laughed and screamed with passion, 
blowing it out, and drawing it back in never ending feelings of naughty 
glee.

In a moment, he sensed her orgasm as her body convulsed as if in spasms of 
pain, yet he realized it was not pain. She had a look upon her face as if 
she was in agony, yet it was not agony that she was experiencing. It was the 
perfect circle that drilled its way from deep inside the body and exploded 
outward, only to reflect itself and focus itself back at every place in 
which you sought it. She sucked on that forever glowing cigarette, and in 
that instant of time, she felt herself being one with the universe.

He could see and feel her sweat, smell and feel the throbbing of her heart, 
and he knew that he had to release. He absolutely had to, and he wanted to 
please this wonderful smoking heroine of the trailer park, because she 
packed a lot of womanhood in her body, and she was erotically sensual and 
extremely ripe. She was his perfect pleasure, lying there in the throes of 
orgasmic delight, and he loved feeling her thick thighs as he brought his 
loins against them time and time after time. Many women didn't understand 
pleasure, but he knew that this one did. He surged into her body and began 
spilling his fluid, which rapidly became an intense obsession, as with one 
crazed mind, he lifted her nicotine saturated body from the bed and rapidly 
punched his body into hers.

She struggled to contain that feeling that overcame her, but she could not. 
Screaming in total ecstasy, she relentlessly wanted him in there, and each 
time he slipped back to prepare for another drive into all that womanhood, 
she met him with her plump and generous hips.

That driving brought him enormous delight: the vision of her smoking form, 
inhaling and breathing within an incredible and mounting plethora of smoke, 
turning to the cigarette repeatedly as she labored to build up her orgasm to 
the very essence of her being within that smoke. It made him explode.

Like a single-purposed man, with one desire only, he grabbed the shoulders 
of this woman and plunged into her in rapid and staccato repeating fashion. 
With a vengeance he let loose gushes of his fluid, and he tried not to hurt 
her in his overwhelming rage of passion. It was instinctive, and the pure 
animal came out, because his penis had become completely engorged and had to 
get his precious substance in there. Nothing else mattered. He felt the urge 
take over, and felt the sheer power of his manhood take complete control of 
his entire body. One man. One purpose.

She quivered and she spasmed, her face was filled with the complete and 
bountiful feeling of having completely engulfed his pillar of glory, and she 
radiated out her feelings with a tremendous exhale of smoke, and within that 
smoke, something beautiful was created. Someone else was within the room 
which the two of them had shared just moments ago. She knew the instant it 
happened and clutched the gorgeous flesh of the man that had just collapsed 
upon her heaving chest. Now they were three.

"I love you very much," she said quietly, and then slipped into a deep 
sleep.

The man looked up with an infinite feeling of pleasure. Though she could not 
hear him, he began stroking Audra's hair and he said:

"Bid-rah, you have been a wonder to behold, within the eons that we have 
spent together, and all that we have experienced together, I have learned a 
great deal from you. It amazes me that you did not see me peeking at you on 
campus, and in that bar, and I felt I had to demonstrate my love for you in 
a form which you would understand, and you will eventually realize it," he 
kissed Audra's stomach, and fondled it lightly.

"Live out the entire new life which I have now placed within you and without 
you, and I will accustom myself to a new mistress. It will take some time to 
develop and hone the skills of this human child and to prepare her to 
explore the galaxies. Be a new person, Bid-rah, and let yourself enjoy this 
new life that we have created together. Enjoy, and be refreshed by it, but 
remember that there will be a star that only you will see in the sky each 
night. It shall shine for you, and that star will be me."



THE END

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