Heather Sullivan is a 33-year-old mother living in a quiet suburban
household. She is a gorgeous natural blond with a perfect, sexy figure
that landed her a job as a cheerleader for a professional football team.
However, she retired two years ago to spend more time with her family,
especially since her husband’s income had grown so substantially after his
recent promotion. The two incomes were no longer necessary. Her husband
John and her daughters Katie and Krissy, ages 14 and 13, respectively, are
the most important things in her life and now she has endless free time to
spend with them.
Heather’s life was mostly safe and conservative, except for her
three-pack-a-day cigarette habit. She had smoked Marlboro 100 Lights since
she was 13 and has been able to indulge her habit even more now that she
doesn’t work. Her husband doesn’t smoke, but has always been turned on by
her smoking. Three years ago, Heather sensed that her daughters were
curious about smoking and she began to encourage Katie and Krissy to start.
The girls were initially bashful about accepting, but Heather was
persistent, knowing how satisfying her own smoking habit had been. She
wanted to provide the same pleasure for her daughters. So at ages 10 and
11, Katie and Krissie became smokers. They started on Marlboro 100 Lights,
their mother’s brand, and keep going back to it, even though they’ve tried
nearly every brand. Heather is proud of starting her daughters smoking and
knows how it will improve their stressful teen years as well as their
future relations with boys.
Katie and Krissy are currently in 9th grade and 8th grade, and smoke two
packs a day on weekdays, and rival their mothers’ three-pack-a-day habit on
weekends and summer break. They love their smoking addiction and have no
intention of ever quitting. They have gotten into trouble at school a
couple of times for smoking either in the building or on school grounds.
Every day at lunch, both girls go outside and hang out with the other
smokers in their middle school. They also sneak a cigarette outside after
each hour class period. The girls like the attention they get from other
boys, but are careful not to let it go too far. Neither girl wants to
become sexually active at this point and don’t have permission to date
until they’re sixteen anyway. Nonetheless, they like the crowds of boys
that circle around them and stare with awe as the beautiful blonde girls
smoke with style and finesse like no other girls their age could.
Katie and Krissy are also the leaders of their grade’s cheerleading
squads, following in their mother’s footsteps. The girls set a goal to get
all of the other cheerleaders to start smoking. Since Katie and Krissy
were the leaders of their respective squads, the other girls looked up to
them and it didn’t take long for Katie and Krissy to convince them to
smoke. In three months, 12 out of 15 of Krissy’s 8th grade squad had
started smoking, and 13 out of 15 of Katie’s 9th grade squad were smokers.
As soon as practice ended, the girls would rush outside in their short
cheerleaders skirts for a cigarette. Most girls smoked Marlboro 100
Lights, the same brand that Katie and Krissy smoked. Their coaches knew
that the girls had started smoking because they could smell the smoke on
them and could hear them wheeze and gasp after a heavy workout. The
coaches also knew that Katie and Krissy were the bad influences. However,
they didn’t do anything about it because the girls’ natural abilities in
cheerleading were so strong. Angry parents of the other girls often called
John and Heather Sullivan to notify them that Katie and Krissy had gotten
their sweet, precious daughters to start smoking. Heather and John usually
just politely let the caller vent their rage before quietly apologizing and
then hang up and laugh about it, proud of their daughters for passing on
the joy of smoking to their friends. Heather always gives her daughters $5
for every teenager they start smoking.
John has always had a major fetish for female smokers, and the fetish was
enhanced greatly when he met the chain-smoking Heather in high school. He
doesn’t smoke himself and is often repulsed in the presence of male or
unattractive female smokers, but feels content in the presence of his wife
and daughters smoking. It is a rare occassion to see one of the women in
the house not either holding a cigarette in her hand or letting it dangle
between her lips. The household budget for cigarettes has now increased to
nearly $150 a week since the girls have started to smoke more. There are
multiple ashtrays in every room of the house, each overflowing with white
cigarette butts, lying on a bed of tobacco ash. Heather and the girls
smoke in every room of the house, even when they are in the bathroom or
eating supper. The cloud of cigarette smoke in the house never seems to
completely fade, but it seldom bothers John. The only time John does have
a problem is when he’s in the car with the three female smokers, especially
in the winter when they only crack the window open a little ways. The
second-hand smoke often irritates John’s eyes. However, he usually doesn’t
complain because he knows Heather, Katie, and Krissy are enjoying it every
time they inhale nicotine into their lungs. He often worries about the
health risks associated with smoking, even though his wife and daughters
don’t, but he knows that they love smoking too much and are far too
addicted to ever give it up anyway.
Heather loves to go on shopping trips with the girls, which they do
frequently. The outing usually takes all day since the women need to step
outside every 15 minutes for a cigarette. The tense climate of the mall
brings out their nicotine dependency even more than usual. Occassionally,
Katie and Krissy bring along girlfriends on their smoking trips, all of
whom have become smokers. Even though the friends don’t regularly smoke
with the frequency that Katie and Krissy do, they manage to keep up with
them during shopping trips. The others wish they could afford to smoke as
much as Katie and Krissy do, but don’t have the luxury of their parents
buying them an unlimited supply of cigarettes, like Heather does for her
girls. Realizing this, Heather sometimes buys an extra carton of smokes
and gives them to Katie and Krissy’s friends as a gift. Heather also likes
to take her daughters out to eat. They always sit in the smoking section
and puff away while having heart-to-heart conversations. They often draw
disapproving stares from other diners, but they don’t care. They talk and
smoke as casually as if they were in their own home. When they leave the
restaurant, the leave an ashtray full of white cigarette butts for the
waitress to clean up.
One day, John arrives home from work at 5:30 to find his wife and daughters
sitting in front of the TV smoking. He surprises them by setting a box of
expensive Churchill cigars on the coffee table in front of them. Heather
grins and expresses how much she loves a good cigar, while Katie and Krissy
stare at the box curiously. Heather opens the box and extracts a cigar for
herself. She clips off the end and holds her cigarette lighter up to light
it. She grins with satisfaction as she inhales the cigar smoke. She then
looks to her daughters and sees the curious looks in their eyes. She helps
them light the cigars and teaches them how to smoke them, and eventually
inhaling. For the next couple of weeks, the girls would come home and
smoke a cigar after school. They were sad one day when they came home to
find the last two cigars in the box. However, when John came home, he
brought another box home with him. He said that a buddy at work could get
him a box every week if he wanted. Katie and Krissy jumped with joy and
told their dad to definitely accept the offer of more cigars. Both Heather
and John told the girls to limit their cigar consumption to two a day
because they couldn’t afford to pay for any more than that. The girls
happily agreed, now able to incorporate a daily cigar habit along with
their cigarette habit.
The girls would occassionally bring a cigar to smoke during lunch break at
school because the boys were even more in awe watching them smoke cigars
than cigarettes. Katie and Krissy would let some of the boys and their
girlfriends have a puff or two on their cigars, and most liked it. Many of
the girls were now even more jealous of Katie and Krissy than before. Most
had just started to become sexier smokers and were getting more attention
from boys, but now Katie and Krissy were smoking cigars and were now
getting the attention all to themselves again. The other girls wanted to
smoke cigars, but knew they could not afford them, and would never be able
to convince their parents to buy cigars for them. Occassionally, one of
the boys would bring pipes and chew to the always-increasing smokers’
section across from the middle school. Katie and Krissy happily accepted
the boys’ offers for a puff on a pipe or a plug of chew. The girls loved
these as well and knew they would be lifelong tobacco users. They
committed to themselves that no matter what, they would never quit smoking.
They loved everything about smoking, including the smell. They loved the
smell of their hair and clothes after smoking. They would always exhale
into the wind so that the smoke would blow back into their face and cling
to their hair and clothes. Smoking aroused every one of their senses and
they were eternally grateful to their mother for getting them started at
such a young age.
One Friday night, John and Heather decided to delay their night out till
the next night so that they could stay home and watch videos with the
girls. The girls picked the movies and John wasn’t too keen on their
choices. This allowed him to watch more intently on Heather and the girls
chain-smoking through the movies. A massive cloud of smoke hovered near
the women the whole four hours and all three smoked one cigarette after
another through both movies. As the clock struck midnight, Katie opened up
her fourth pack of cigarettes of the day. Krissy opened her fourth pack a
few minutes later. The girls smoked another half dozen Marlboro 100 Lights
before the movies finished and they headed to bed.
Late the next night, John and Heather got home from their night out at 2:30
AM. They unlocked the door and quietly entered the house. Both were horny
and knew what they wanted. With a cigarette between her lips, Heather told
John to wait for her to slip into her lingerie and come into their bedroom
in five minutes. While waiting, John slips into Katie and Krissy’s bedroom
to find them sound asleep in their bunk bed. The dim night light allows
John to see the inside of the room. On their two desks, the girls each had
two overflowing ashtrays stuffed with white cigarette butts and a few cigar
butts. John then notices the garbage can in the room filled almost
exclusively with empty packs of cigarettes. John smiles and realizes that
his daughters’ heavy smoking was gonna make some lucky guy as happy as
Heather made him 15 years ago. John slowly steps forward to Krissy,
sleeping on the bottom bunk of the bed. As he approaches his daughter to
give her a good-night kiss, he notices that she smells exactly like the
ashtrays on the desk. As he kisses her on the forehead, she jerks awake
and cuts loose a hoarse, hacking cough to clear the volumes of tar in her
throat. John looks down to his dress shirt, half believing that Krissy
might have coughed tar all over him.
“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Krissy smiles, “That’s all right, daddy. Could you get me a cigarette?”,
she asks, pointing to a pack next to the ashtray on her desk.
John smiles back. “Okay, honey, but just one.”
Krissy sits up in her bed as her dad grabs her a cigarette along with her
lighter and ashtray. He hands her the cigarette and sets the ashtray next
to the bed. He holds the lighter up to her cigarette and lights it.
Krissy’s cheeks hollow as she sucks hard on the cigarette, inhaling as much
smoke as she can, her body gasping for nicotine. She continues to draw hard
on the cigarette before thanking her father. John realizes his five
minutes are up, so he wishes Krissy a good night and leaves the room, ready
to make love with his wife.