Smoky WonderLand

�Look at him!� nurse Joanne exclaimed. �The poor guy has jerked off again. He�s comatose and masturbates! What a mess! Now I have to clean him up again. Yaiks!�

Trying not breath in the smell of his sperm, the nurse cleaned his pubic area with a cloth drenched in soapy water. A faint memory passed her mind about a novel in which a nurse who took care of a soldier with a bad head injury. In the novel the unconscious patient had a hard on and she had made love to him and remained pregnant.

Curt woke up with a slight headache like every morning. He went down to make breakfast for his girls. The kitchen smelled of stale smoke. His wife Sarah always smoked in the kitchen and with all the ventilation the smell persisted. He prepared some coffee and fried some eggs and bacon and laid out the table for the four of them. Sarah was the first to come down. She hated to talk before she had her first coffee and cigarette, so he only nodded to her. Sarah helped herself to a big mug of coffee and lit one of her Newports full flavor. After smoking up half of her cigarette in a succession of combined exhales and inhales, she lent over to Curt and gave him a kiss. Even thou Curt sometimes had troubles with second hand smoke, he found his wife�s smoking so sexy, he always got aroused when she smoked in his presence. Her kiss had made his dick twitch and it took him some willpower to cool off, so his little girls wouldn�t see him with his flagpole up. Rita, the younger one, came bouncing down the stairs. She was a cute little ten year old girl with curly blonde hair. Janet, thirteen, followed shortly after. She moved much slower then her sister, obvious trying to behave in a more adult fashion.

�Hi dad, hi mom.� Janet reached for her mom�s pack of cigarettes, but Sarah took it out of reach.

�How many times have I told you? First have some breakfast. You�re too young to smoke on an empty stomach yet.� Disappointed Janet joined her little sister at the table. Curt took the pan from the stove and piled some eggs and pieces of crisp bacon on each plate. A lot for him, some for his girls and only a token quantity for Sarah, who would have eaten nothing wouldn�t it had been for the girls. Curt always urged Sarah to eat. He wanted her to put on some. She wasn�t overly slim, but Curt hoped in time she would gain a bit. The prospect of having a slightly rounder body to cling to at night was quite exciting. Sarah watched her weight carefully and after each pregnancy she had gone out of her way to loose the extra pounds she had accumulated. He remembered how she had smoked up to six packs of cigarettes those days. Those had been wonderful times, he thought. Nothing could turn him on more than a hard core chain smoking woman. Now she had settled on her three packs again. They started eating. Janet, eager to have her cigarette, finished first. Just like her mother, she took a lot of double drags and sucked on her cigarette like a diver on his oxygen.

�Mommy, we�ll have our first smoking lesson today.� Rita chirped happily. �Then I can smoke together with you.�

�Now, honey, not so fast. Mrs. Wild sure has told you that you will have to take at least five lessons till you can smoke at home.�

�Yes mom, but I can hardly wait. It looks so nice when you and Janet smoke together.�

Rita had envied Janet for being three years older. Janet smoked for almost three years now and she, Rita had to wait. Actually she had smoked on and off ever since Janet had learnt to smoke. Janet had given her a hit from her cigarette now and then and had encouraged her, but of course nobody else knew anything about it. Besides, Rita hadn�t done very well, so she was eager to get to her first smoking lesson and learn how to smoke properly. She would be a smoker soon! Boys weren�t supposed to smoke and only a few picked it up, mostly a lot later than the girls, who got taught in school. There was soon to be something else Rita would have to envy Janet for. Janet was all ready for her sex lessons. This however was nothing she could have practiced secretly like smoking. She would have to wait till her menstrual cycle would set in and even if that would happen soon she wouldn�t be allowed to sex instruction prior to her fourteenth birthday. She had heard of girls who matured faster and would be allowed to go to SI with thirteen but Rita feared she wouldn�t grow fast enough for that. The only girl she knew had been allowed to SI a year and a half earlier had been 5�2 and already had full grown breasts. Janet at thirteen and a half was still smallish and her breasts were hardly showing. Rita who was barely 4�1 and thin as stick so she had no hope of making it to SI prior to her fourteens birthday. At least she had her first smoking lesson.

�Daddy, Mrs. Wild said daddies are allowed to watch smoking lessons. Do you want to come?�

�I wouldn�t miss it for my life, darling. But you know you can�t see me. There�s a one-way mirror hiding daddies.�

�Yes, but I�ll know you�re there.� Curt clapped his hands.

�OK, everybody up. You don�t want to be late girls, do you?

�No daddy!� both girls cried in unison.

Sarah had hardly touched her food but had smoked three more cigarettes. Curt loved her for that. Under normal circumstances, he would have made love to her after the girls had left for school, but now he joined them on their way to school.

Mrs. Wild showed him the daddies� room. It had a row of cubicles, each for one daddy. The cubicles were nearly sound proof and had only one window towards the smoking class room. He anticipated the fun he would have. On the last occasion he had jerked off three times in an hour. The sight of those little cuties making their first steps toward life long addiction turned him on like nothing else. Sarah knew all about it and she understood even thou she would have to wait a while till her husband took interest in her again. Those were the rules in SmokyWonderLand.

The cubicles filled with daddies and the class filled with cute little ten year old girls. Mrs. Wild, a tall stately woman of forty-two, called the class to order and then handed out a cigarette and a disposable lighter for each of them.

�Now girls, I�m sure all of you know already how it looks when someone smokes. Some of you may have tried already. Is there someone here who smokes already? Don�t worry, come forward, you have done nothing wrong. On the contrary you can help me.�

An exceptionally cute brunette girl came forward and Mrs. Wild questioned her:

�How old were you when you started?�

�Six, Ma'm.�

�And did you smoke every day then?�

�Not at first, but I think I was seven when I started to smoke daily.�

�Very good. Now girls, take an example. Those of you who have younger sisters don�t hesitate to teach them if they want. Only school regulations stop us from starting earlier, but nobody will object if you do it at home. Now Janice, how many do you smoke now?�

�I started with about five a day but ever since my eights birthday a smoke at least a pack every day.�

�And what�s your favorite brand?�

�Dorals�

�Very well, you can light up while I explain the other girls how we start. You sit here and show your profile to the class, so they can watch you.�

The girl named Janice smoked with obvious pleasure, taking deep hits on her cigarette.

Curt was getting hot and had a stiff one already, but he wanted to wait to see the girls trying to smoke. He was very curious how Rita would manage. He knew of course that Janet had given her cigarettes and she had tried but with little success. Not even his wife knew that he had wired the entire house and could watch what happened in every corner on his computer.

Mrs. Wild now took one of her own cigarettes to make a demonstration. Curt knew that Mrs. Wild smoked mostly cigarillos in private but during classes she smoked cigarettes.

�Now girls! First the lighting. I know most of you don�t have any problems with lighting up, but for those who don�t I�ll show it. Don�t forget to check you take the filter end in you mouth. What you have on your table are cigarettes with cork ends, so you can�t make a mistake, but you may choose to smoke all whites and with those it�s easy to confuse the ends.�

�Try the lighters first. Mabel, let Clara show you. Yes that�s the way. Good. Now, take the filter end to your lips. There�s one trick not all smokers know. You best not take in the filter into your mouth or it will get wet. Pinch it with the lips, so it doesn�t stick inside. Look at Janice. She does it perfectly. First rule: suck only slightly when you light up. As long as it isn�t glowing, a cigarette doesn�t taste very well. Suck slightly but repeatedly. Well done Rita. You have practiced. Mabel, best you blow on the glowing end. Take it out and blow. Right! Now everybody has burning cigarettes. Second lesson. Inhaling. Most of you aren�t used to inhale, so take it easy. The cigarettes I have brought you are specially made for starters. You will find it easy to inhale, but it will go to your head fast. If any one of you gets sick, I�ve laid out some paper bags. Just don�t spill any of the stuff. There�s a bucket over there. OK. Inhaling means you suck a bit of smoke into your mouth and then suck in air on top of it. The air will mix with the smoke and bring it into your lungs. Any questions? No? Good. We will start with a tiny puff. Drag! Inhale! Blow it out.� The girls puffed an inhaled. Some of them mastered it well, showing some practice but others had troubles. One girl took in too much smoke and while something in the cigarettes prevent her from coughing, she turned pale from the nicotine her body wasn�t used to. Mrs. Wild saw it.

�Martha. You took too much. Make a pause or you get sick. Try another one only when you feel a little better.� The girl called Martha placed her cigarette in the ashtray that was incorporated in the desk. Curt got more and more aroused. Rita seemed to take it well. She had not inhaled much and felt OK.

�Those of you who feel OK can try another drag, maybe a little bigger. Depending on how dizzy you feel or don�t feel, you can drag more, but please don�t smoke fast. Breath in clean air at least three times before you inhale again. Good luck.�

Mrs. Winter sat down behind her desk and smoked her cigarette, watching the girls. Rita was still doing well. She had little beads of sweat on her forehead but she held on. Curt was pleased to see his little darling had accomplished quite a reasonable inhale. The girl named Martha had tried once more, but she had troubles and after two more drags she had to use the paper-bag. Mrs. Winter talked to the one-way mirror.

�Mr. Siever, you can come in and take Martha home now. I suggest you try the patch treatment on her. I�ll coach her in private if you want. Martha, you go home with your dad now. Don�t be sad, your daddy knows what to do and you will be a smoker in no time.�

Most of the girls had stubbed out their cigarettes. Curt was pleased to see that his Rita had smoked almost her entire cigarette. Just like her sister three years earlier, she would soon be an accomplished smoker. His arousal needed relief. He found himself staring at Mrs. Wild while he rubbed on his dick. She was an even harder smoker than his Sarah. It would be nice to try her once. She was quite mature, a couple of years older then he and Sarah, but she looked very attractive. He only hoped the still rosy complexion of his Sarah would in time take on the same grayish pallor Mrs. Wild had acquired from heavy smoking. Curt was crazy about that.

�Have you ever seen anything like this?� the neurologists asked his fellow doctor, an internist. �The guy�s dreaming round the clock. Except for a couple of hours at night, he�s constantly in REM. Maybe the implant wasn�t such a good idea after all. It was supposed to take over the function of the damaged area in his brain, but I don�t know why I�ve got the feeling something went wrong. He should be awake by now, but all he does is dream.�

�At least his dreams must be quite pleasant, the way he smiles all the time. And wet too.� The internist answered grinning, as the patient had started to rub his cock again.

Father and daughter went home hand in hand. Rita chirped happily about how glad she was she had smoked her first official cigarette and hadn�t puked. She even pretended it had been fun. Curt knew hardly any girl really did enjoy her first real cigarette, but he didn�t say anything. His mind was wondering on its own. He had been a bit careless. Even thou it had like always been great fun to watch the first steps of all those little cuties towards a life of heavy nicotine addiction he had gotten carried away and had jerked off just once. Now he was horny like hell. He would have to lay Sarah. Pity Janet wasn�t yet of age. He could hardly wait for the time when she would have her sexual education. Daddies were supposed to help girls with their �homework�. It would be real fun. Janet had already started to let her tongue loose a bit when he gave her a good night kiss. Soon he would get the full benefit of her delicious young body. Sarah had as of lately lost some of her passion in bed. He would have to send her to an� examination.

When they came home, Sarah had just finished lunch. Whether she had guessed his arousal or it was a coincidence, Sarah gave him a very passionate hug, and her smoky kiss was unusually sweet. As they had their lunch, Sarah revealed the reason for her happy mood.

�Curt, I�ve been to the doctor today. I already suspected it, but I wanted to be sure. I�m pregnant again!�

Curt jumped up from his chair and took her in his arms. They kissed passionately for a while and then Curt said:

�That�s wonderful news, Honey. I�m so happy. I had almost given up hope.�

�I�m so happy too. It will be a little hard to smoke for two now, but I�ll manage somehow. I�m determined to make it to five packs this time. With Janet three packs seemed almost beyond me, but then with Rita a made it to four. I feel a little guilty that I didn�t stay at four, but I�ll try harder this time.�

Curt felt very happy. She would try to smoke five packs now that she was pregnant. She seemed quite willing to increase her nicotine intake for the benefit of her unborn. Maybe he could get her to try ways to get more nicotine. A multiple holder like the new Quadro he had seen at RJR's outlet or the Multiflex that could be extended from two to eight nozzles. He had heard also of the BusterBowl. It was a sort of oversized pipe that held a huge amount of tobacco. Initially it had been intended for the punishment of reluctant girls or women who had refused to smoke or quit. Combined with a modified gas mask it worked wonders in reviving or strengthening the addiction of a denier. One week of forced smoking with increasing doses pushing the subject to the toxic limit each time, would turn any female back on the right path. But he would rather not have to resort to it. It seemed too extreme. Maybe during breast feeding, to supply enough nicotine to the baby. He would talk to his colleagues on the board. Maybe it was time for a change in policy once again. The case study on ten mothers with babies had gone surprisingly well. All five year olds were on half a pack a day now and doing well. They would chain-smoke before they reached the age for sexual education. If their baby would be a girl he would have the time of his life watching her growing up on a diet of milk and cigarettes.

Sarah showed her determination to increase by chaining thru her meal and afterwards too. She smoked most of a pack without the help of a ligther. Curt was on the verge of seeking relief in the bathroom, but he wanted to indulge on the new increased smoking of his wife, so he helped her clean up the table and tidy up the kitchen. He would have dragged her up to their bedroom twice but he wanted to watch her chain as long as possible. When she would take a break to catch her breath, he would take her to their bedroom and then she would have to smoke again during foreplay and sex.

An hour later, catching her breath after the hottest session they had in years, Sarah still chained.

�Hey, this is strange. The more I smoke, the more I want to smoke. I�m on the fourth pack already and still want more. Maybe I can bring it five or more now.�

Curt kissed her passionately. The conditioning still worked on her. He would share it with the guys on the committee. It will please them. When setting up SmokyWonderLand on this island twenty years ago, it had been the best decision to employ a former scientist from the Agency. Together with a bunch of top scientists that were all smoke fetishists they had devised a way to condition any person to believe smoking was the best thing one could do and the more one smoked the better. Now each of them had a wife that would smoke as much as she could. The conditioning had also included one other aspect. Their wives, while hopelessly faithful to their husbands, would accept or even encourage their men cheating on them even with their own daughters. They had taken care also to have a number of unmarried women. Adultery was fine, but wives were off limits, so apart from younger girls there had to be a number of unmarried women. The only compromise they had to accept was that their wives would take care of the sexual education of their sons, just as fathers trained their daughters in love making. So each male had undergone a conditioning to accept sharing their wives with their sons. Thinking about the rules they had installed twenty years ago, Curt suddenly had an urge to give it a try with Mrs. Wild, his daughter�s teacher. He told his wife he will be away till late. She accepted it, glad she could rest after the quite extorting love making.

Curt dressed and made his way to Mrs. Wild�s house. On the short walk he searched for the right pretense for his visit, even thou he didn�t doubt she would understand what his visit meant.

When she opened the door he saw no pretense was necessary. Mrs. Wild had been expecting him. She had a long cigarillo in her hand and was naked under her gown. He hadn�t even stepped in as she already clang to his neck and gave him a passionate tonsil examination, filling his mouth with the harsh yet alluring smoke of her cigarillo. He felt her big breasts pressing into his chest and her thighs against his when suddenly the world around him went blank.

�At least his dreaming has stopped now. We have to check what happened to the implant. He will have to do without it.� The neurologist said.

�What was the idea anyway?� the internist asked.

�We were trying to use it as a prosthesis to replace the damaged parts of his brain.� The neurologist answered.

�What are his chances without it?�

�It will take him much longer to regain some physical capacities. As one of his frontal lobes has suffered damage too, he will probably wake up a slightly different person. Let�s hope his wife can come to terms with the new Curt.�

As on cue the patient�s wife entered the room.

�Hi, Mrs. Waller. Is your daughter better now?�

�Hello, doctor Jones and doctor Sandrin. Yes, she�s much better now. How�s Curt?�

�We had to remove the implant and it looks like he�s on his way back to us. I�m so sorry the implant didn�t work. We had hoped it could help your husband.�

�Has it done any harm?�

�Oh, no I assure you it didn�t change anything as far as we can tell.� Suddenly the pitch of the beep from the emergency kit changed. Both doctors almost sprinted to Curt�s bed.

�Talk to him, Mrs. Waller. It looks like he�s coming back now. You can help him.� Mrs. Waller gave deep sigh and talked to Curt.

�Hi Curt, it�s me, Sarah. I wanted to tell you I�m so sorry. It was all my fault. If had listened to you and hadn�t made you mad, you had stayed home and didn�t have the accident. Will you forgive me?�

Curt�s eyes fluttered and then opened wide. He tried to speak but at first only a few undistinguishable sounds came out of his lips. Then he managed to say:

�It�s okay Honey. I love you.� He stretched out a limp hand and caressed her face.

Sarah wondered whether she would be able to keep cigarettes out of her life completely. She had quit at his request when both found their affair was getting serious. Then after a couple of years, when her younger daughter Rita had been old enough to go to school, she started to work full time again. Her secretary had seduced her into smoking a cigarette and she had started again and become a closet smoker for years. Then one day Curt had found out and they had one hell of a row, after which Curt had left enraged. No wonder that in his state of mind he had a car accident that nearly killed him. She felt guilty and wanted to make it up to Curt badly. She would have to try. She loved him so much!

Curt, still a little dizzy, looked at Sarah. God, what a wonderful woman. He had been a complete fool. It wasn�t her fault he had been so repressive about her smoking. His dream had made him realize his dilemma.� He had to face it. He was a smoke fetishist. While in an intellectual way he knew smoking was bad for the health, his emotions were all for it. He could hardly wait to actually see her smoke. He knew that would propel their rather dull love life to new heights. He would ask her to smoke, if she wanted to. He would confess. His attempt to act against his inner feelings had strained their marriage and had almost cost him his life. If she would be disgusted and wanted a divorce so be it. But he had to put an end to all the secrecy. She loved him and he loved her. She would understand.

The End