Nicki – Que Sera, Sera – Smoking Fetish Story

“What?!!” said Sarah, not believing what she had just
heard.

“I need a cigarette, Sarah,” said Nicki, still staring at
the ground. She slowly raised her eyes and looked straight
into Sarah’s. “Will you let me bum one from you?”

Still not sure she was hearing correctly, Sarah took a
long, cheek-hollowing drag from her partially smoked
Marlboro 100. She removed the cigarette from her lips,
inhaled deeply, and held the cigarette out to Nicki, filter
end first. “Here, Nicki. Take this one,” said Sarah, as she
reached into her purse for another.

Nicki positioned herself so that Sarah was between her and
the crowd of people in the bleachers. She took the
cigarette from Sarah’s fingers and slowly raised it to her
mouth. The paper around the filter was still moist from
Sarah’s lips. Smoke from Sarah’s enormous drag was still
coming out of the end of the filter as Nicki wrapped her
own luscious lips around it.

Sarah watched in amazement as Nicki’s cheeks began to
indent. The tip of Nicki’s cigarette glowed brightly for a
full ten seconds. Sarah nodded in silent approval as Nicki
removed the cigarette from her lips and revealed a dense
ball of creamy, white smoke which filled her entire mouth.
A smile crossed Sarah’s lips as she watched Nicki inhale
the entire ball of smoke deep into her craving lungs with a
force that even Sarah would have a hard time matching.
Sarah watched Nicki’s athletic chest expand as it filled
with delicious, toxic smoke. Nicki’s firm breasts appeared
ready to pop out of her running outfit.

Nicki closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She
appeared to be in ecstasy as she held the smoke deep in her
lungs. She let the smoke soak into her hungry air sacs and
then, without exhaling, Nicki began another long
cheek-hollowing drag. Sarah heard a whoosh as Nicki pulled
the smoke down into her incredible, nicotine-addicted
lungs.

“Damn, Nicki, when did you start smoking?” asked Sarah.

Glancing up at the scoreboard clock, Nicki replied, “Oh,
about nineteen hours ago.” Bursts of smoke came out of
Nicki’s mouth with each word she spoke. Smoke continued to
flow from each of her nostrils after she stopped talking.
Smoke was still pouring from her nostrils as she began
another long drag on her cigarette.

Sarah smiled as she lit another cigarette of her own. “You
know,” said Sarah, with a gleam in her eye, “I normally
don’t throw an unfinished cigarette to the ground. I was
really hoping that one I threw down last night would not be
wasted. A cigarette is a terrible thing to waste, I always
say.”

“It wasn’t wasted,” said Nicki as she deeply inhaled
another lungful of tar and nicotine.

“I’ve always admired your lungs, Nicki,” said Sarah. “I
always thought they had such enormous potential. I have
often dreamed of how much more I could smoke if I had lungs
like yours. I am so glad to see that you have finally put
them to good use. What a waste it would have been if they
had continued to pump nothing but fresh oxygen into your
bloodstream.”

With a look of deep concern, Nicki said, “Sarah, I don’t
know what to do. I can’t tell anyone about this. It would
ruin my reputation. All my friends would hate me.”

“If that’s true,” said Sarah, “they’re not friends worth
keeping.”

“I can’t go home,” said Nicki. “My mother would smell the
smoke on me eventually. She’ll kill me if she finds out.
She hates smokers more than anything in the world. I can’t
just sit at home every night and not smoke. I know now that
I want to smoke all the time. What can I do, Sarah?”

“Are you really sure this is what you want, Nicki?” asked
Sarah. “This is such a drastic change for you. Are you
ready to accept all the consequences that go along with
smoking?”

“I know all the consequences, Sarah. Hell, I’ve been
lecturing other students on the dangers of smoking for
years now,” said Nicki.

“I know. I’ve been forced to sit through some of your
lectures,” said Sarah, rolling her eyes. “I just hope you
really understand what you’re getting into. Once you’re
hooked you may never be able to quit. I know I will
probably die young. I am certain I will never live to be a
grandmother. I probably won’t even live long enough to be a
mother at the rate I’m going. I have horrible coughing
spells all the time. I can’t sleep more than a couple of
hours without waking up to cough my lungs out. I can’t
climb the stairs in my own house without getting completely
out of breath. And, you know what? I don’t care about all
that. I still want to smoke cigarettes more than anything
else in the world. I guess you could say smoking is more
important to me than life itself. Smoking IS my life. I
won’t even consider any activity that would interfere with
my smoking, like sports, for example. Without smoking, life
would not be worth living for me. Are you prepared for a
life like that? Do you realize that you would probably have
to give up your athletic career? I don’t know too many
chain-smoking track stars. Are you prepared for that?
Running has been an important part of your life, hasn’t
it?”

“It has been important to me, but I am prepared to do what
I have to do. Something has been missing from my life. And
since I’ve been smoking, I think I have found that missing
ingredient. I’ve thought about this a lot,” said Nicki. “I
want to experience the pleasure that you always seem to get
from smoking. I want to know the feeling of the constant
presence of smoke in my lungs. Even though I have smoked
only a short time, I am starting to understand why you feel
the way you do about smoking. You may not be aware of it,
but I have admired your smoking for a long time. I have
watched you and wished that I could smoke like you do. It
was a hard thing for me to admit to myself, because of the
way I have been raised.” Nicki took another long drag from
her nearly finished cigarette and inhaled deeply. She held
the smoke deep in her lungs for a long time and then said,
“Here’s the way I figure it. Most smokers don’t start
developing lung disease until they’ve smoked for thirty or
forty years. I am starting at seventeen. Most smokers start
much earlier than that. I figure that since my lungs are in
such perfect condition, and because I am starting later
than most smokers do, I won’t have to worry about any real
health problems until I’m well into my sixties. And by that
time they probably will have discovered a cure for cancer
anyway.”

“You already sound like a seasoned smoker,” laughed Sarah,
“rationalizing your smoking like that. Well, as long as
you’re certain this is what you want, I can guarantee that
you will get nothing but total pleasure from your
cigarettes. You will learn to take them everywhere you go.
They will become a part of you. They will be the first
thing you reach for in the morning. They will be the last
thing that touches your lips at night. I’ll help you with
your smoking in any way I can. If you need a place to
smoke, you can come over to my house any time. There is
nothing my parents love more than to see a new smoker join
our ranks.”

“Wow. Thanks, Sarah,” said Nicki. “You have to promise me
something, though.”

“Sure, anything,” said Sarah.

“Don’t tell anyone about my smoking…yet,” said Nicki.
“This is going to be a big change for me. I have to figure
out how I am going to do it.” Nicki took a final,
cheek-hollowing drag from her cigarette and inhaled all of
the smoke deep into her lungs. She stubbed out her glowing
butt in the grass of the athletic field which had been such
an integral part of her life.

“I won’t tell anyone,” said Sarah.

“Well, here comes my first big test,” said Nicki, exhaling
smoke from her mouth with each word she spoke.

Sarah turned around and saw some of Nicki’s teammates
walking towards them.

“Nicki! Are you OK?” yelled one of the girls.

“I’m fine!” hollered Nicki. “Leave me alone. I just want to
sit here a while.”

As the girls got closer, they recognized Sarah. “Oh my God!
What are you doing with the wheezer?” asked one of Nicki’s
teammates. “Is she bothering you, Nicki?”

“No! We’re just talking,” said Nicki. “I’m OK. Really!”

“Get away from this loser, Nicki! She’s polluting your
lungs with second hand smoke,” said another girl as she
observed Sarah’s cigarette. Sarah let loose with a long,
thick exhale in the girls’ direction.

“Look! I just want to be alone right now, OK?” said Nicki
sharply.

“OK! Fine!” said one of the girls. “We’ll see you later,
Nicki.”

As Nicki’s teammates started walking away, Sarah reached
into her purse and pulled out one of the three unopened
packs of Marlboro 100s she had been carrying. “Here,
Nicki,” said Sarah. “This will hold you for a while. Come
on over later…if you feel like it.”

“God! Thanks, Sarah! Maybe I will stop by. I need to go
home first and get cleaned up.” Nicki looked admiringly at
Sarah as Sarah lit a fresh cigarette from the glowing end
of her nearly finished one. “Sarah, I’m sorry for all the
grief I’ve given you over the years.”

“Think nothing of it,” said Sarah. “Oddly enough, your
taunting probably helped me increase my cigarette habit.
The more everyone hassled me about my smoking, the more I
wanted to smoke. You know, I’m smoking nearly four packs
per day now.”

“Sarah, that is so incredible. I wish I could trade lungs
with you for one day, just to see what it feels like,” said
Nicki.

“I can’t even begin to describe the feeling. It is just too
incredible!” said Sarah. “And, you know what? Even though I
am smoking four packs per day, all I can think about is
smoking more. I badly want to get up to five packs per day.
One-hundred cigarettes per day sounds like such a nice,
round number! I can’t wait till school is out for the
summer. I will have more time to smoke. I’m sure I can get
up to five packs a day this summer.”

“God, Sarah! You make me want a cigarette so much!” said
Nicki, starting to feel aroused.

“My basic philosophy is this,” began Sarah. “As long as I
can breathe, I’m not smoking enough. I want to smoke as
much as I possibly can. I guess that makes my life kind of
a paradox. All I want to do is smoke, as much and for as
long as I possibly can. But as long as I am able to keep
smoking, in other words, as long as I am alive, I do not
feel that I am smoking enough. Only when my lungs have been
completely incapacitated by my own smoking will I feel that
I have reached a satisfactory level of smoking. But, of
course, then I will be dead. Some quandary, huh?” Shaking
her head, Sarah took a long drag and pulled all of the
smoke down into her blackened chest.

Nicki raised her eyebrows and said, “Wow, Sarah! That’s way
too deep for me. I haven’t even been smoking for one day
yet. I’d like to just get used to smoking for now, and see
where it leads.”

“Sorry!” said Sarah. “I didn’t mean to ramble on like that.
I don’t usually talk about such things with anyone but my
mother. For some reason, you make me feel like I can open
up to you.”

“Thanks, Sarah. I’m glad you feel that way,” said Nicki. “I
really have to go now. Maybe I’ll stop by your house later
this afternoon. Are you sure it’s OK?”

“Absolutely!” said Sarah. “My cigarettes and I will be
waiting. See you then.”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Sarah had just opened her fourth pack of the day. It was
about three o’clock in the afternoon when she heard the
doorbell ring. With a freshly lit Marlboro 100 dangling
from her lips, she ran down the stairs to the front door.

It was Nicki. “Hi, Sarah,” she said. “Is it OK if I come
in?”

“Come on in,” said Sarah.

As Nicki walked through the door, her hair accidentally
brushed against Sarah’s face. Sarah got a whiff of Nicki’s
freshly washed hair. She noticed a definite hint of
nicotine mixed in with the smell of Nicki’s shampoo. “Wow!
Your hair smells nice, Nicki!” she said.

“Thanks,” said Nicki. “I just got out of the shower. I feel
so fresh and clean.”

“I love lighting up a cigarette right after getting out of
the shower,” said Sarah. “My hair never retains that fresh
smell for very long. That’s another thing you’ll have to be
prepared for, Nicki. Your hair and your clothes will always
smell like nicotine. Your breath will always smell like an
ashtray. You will get yellow stains on your fingers and
your teeth.” Sarah took a long drag from her cigarette and
inhaled deeply.

“It actually sounds kind of exciting, Sarah,” said Nicki.
“I don’t really know why it sounds exciting. It should
sound repulsive to me. But it makes me want a cigarette
right now. Is it OK if I light up?”

“Are you kidding?” asked Sarah. “In this house, smoking is
a requirement!”

Nicki pulled out the pack of Marlboro 100s Sarah had given
her earlier. Sarah noticed that several cigarettes were
missing from the pack. “It looks like you’ve smoked a few
of those already. Good job,” said Sarah.

“I smoked five cigarettes in my room before coming over
here,” said Nicki. “God, Sarah! I already love smoking. I
can’t seem to get enough smoke into my lungs.” Nicki
removed a cigarette from her pack and lit up like a
seasoned pro. She inhaled her smoke deeply into her lungs
and held it there. She felt the wonderful tar and nicotine
working its magic on her body.

“It’s no wonder you can’t get enough smoke, Nicki. Your
lungs are so enormous. You might want to consider smoking
two cigarettes at a time occasionally. I can show you some
other tricks to help increase your smoke intake.” Sarah was
starting to get aroused as she watched Nicki inhaling her
smoke deeply into her glorious, still mostly pink, fresh,
athletic lungs. Sarah noticed that very little smoke was
coming out of Nicki when she exhaled. “My God, Nicki! I’ve
never seen anyone take to smoking as quickly as you have.
The amount of smoke you are taking in is just incredible.”

“And I feel like I still need more, Sarah! My lungs are
still craving more smoke. What can I do?” Nicki asked as
she inhaled another lungful of rich, high-tar smoke.

“Come up to my room,” said Sarah. “I’ll see what I can do.”

As Nicki walked into Sarah’s room she breathed in. “Wow,
Sarah! Your room smells just like the restroom at school.
The smoke, I mean…not the other stuff!”

“I know what you mean,” laughed Sarah. “I like to keep the
door and windows closed when I’m smoking in here. I love
the smell of thick, concentrated cigarette smoke. It just
wouldn’t seem like home without it. I hope it’s not too
much for you.”

“No!” said Nicki. “Somehow, it doesn’t bother me at all.”
Nicki was nearly finished with her cigarette. She
double-pumped the last remaining bit of tobacco and crushed
out her cigarette in one of the several overflowing
ashtrays she noticed spread throughout the room.

“Sit down, Nicki,” said Sarah. “I’ll show you a way to take
in more smoke.” Nicki sat down on the bed next to Sarah.
“First of all,” said Sarah, “I want you to light two
cigarettes at the same time, like this. Watch me.”

Sarah placed two Marlboro Golds between her luscious smoky
lips and let them dangle as she reached for her lighter.
Nicki watched intently as Sarah flicked her lighter to
life. She brought the flame close to the ends of her
cigarettes and slowly moved the lighter back and forth
between the two as she sucked through the filters. When
both cigarettes were lit she took a long, cheek-hollowing
drag. The ends of Sarah’s cigarettes glowed brightly, like
two headlights. Finally Sarah removed the two cigarettes
from her mouth and parted her lips. Nicki saw an incredibly
thick ball of dense smoke dance momentarily in Sarah’s
mouth. It was gone in an instant as Sarah’s experienced but
severely impaired lungs pulled all of the rich smoke down
into their blackest depths.

“Ahhhhhhh! That feels sooooooo good!” said Sarah with a
satisfied smile on her face. “Now you try it, Nicki.”

Nicki did as she was told. She lit two cigarettes, just as
she had seen Sarah do. She took a long drag from the two
cigarettes simultaneously and inhaled as deeply as she
could. Nicki felt an enormous rush as the thick smoke
filled her lungs. “Oh my God, Sarah! This is incredible!
This is definitely better! I feel such a tightness in my
lungs! It feels as if they are going to burst!”

“OK, now take another drag without exhaling,” said Sarah.

Sarah and Nicki each took long drags from their twin
cigarettes. They inhaled deeply as they packed their lungs
full of smoke. Nicki appeared to be in ecstasy as Sarah
said, “Do you want still more smoke in your lungs?”

“Yes! Oh, yes! I want more smoke!” Nicki said. “Please give
me more smoke!”

“This may seem weird at first, but, trust me, you will love
it,” said Sarah.

“I trust you completely,” said Nicki.

“I want you to take another long drag and inhale all of
your smoke. Hold the smoke in your lungs and then open your
mouth,” said Sarah.

As Nicki took in another lungful of smoke, Sarah did the
same. “OK,” said Sarah, “now get ready to inhale.”

Sarah moved her mouth close to Nicki’s open mouth. She
began to exhale all of the smoke held deep in her
tar-coated lungs. Nicki began to shudder as she felt
Sarah’s smoke being forced into her. At first she was
shocked, but, as Sarah continued to blow smoke into Nicki’s
mouth, Nicki began to inhale. With one final burst, Sarah
exhaled all of the remaining smoke in her lungs directly
into Nicki’s mouth. Nicki took it all in and inhaled as
deeply as she could. She was now moaning in ecstasy and
reached down to grab her crotch.

“Now, blow it back into my mouth, Nicki! Please!” begged
Sarah who was also quite aroused and was starting to rub
her own pussy.

Nicki placed her mouth directly over Sarah’s and exhaled
with all the force her powerful runner’s lungs could
muster. Sarah inhaled as Nicki began to blow. She took all
of the recycled smoke into her lungs and was now furiously
rubbing her pussy.

“Oh, Sarah! This is the most incredible feeling I have ever
had!” screamed Nicki. “Give me more smoke!” Nicki grabbed
Sarah’s hair and pulled her head toward her own. She placed
her mouth directly onto Sarah’s and began to probe the
inside of Sarah’s mouth with her tongue.

Sarah began blowing smoke into Nicki and started licking
the inside of Nicki’s mouth with her own smoke-cured
tongue. Smoke began to pour out of the nostrils of each
girl as they locked in a very deep French kiss. Nicki
placed her hands on Sarah’s breasts and began to massage
them.

Sarah reached underneath Nicki’s t-shirt and unfastened
Nicki’s bra. Nicki briefly removed her mouth from Sarah’s
as she pulled off her shirt and bra. She picked up her two
cigarettes from her ashtray, took a long drag, and inhaled
deeply. She placed her mouth back over Sarah’s and began to
exhale into Sarah’s mouth.

Now Sarah started moaning. She ripped off her own shirt and
bra and leaned over to lick Nicki’s nipples. Nicki inhaled
another lungful of tar-rich smoke into her beautiful lungs
and began to slide her denim shorts and panties down to her
ankles. As she stepped out of her panties, Sarah slid her
fingers into the warm folds of Nicki’s extremely wet pussy.
Nicki began moaning loudly. “Sarah! I’ve never done
anything like this before!” she said.

“Me neither,” said Sarah. “But don’t stop now!” Sarah
quickly removed her remaining garments.

The two nicotine-addicts stood facing each other in total
glorious nudity. Each smoker picked up her two cigarettes
and dragged for nearly twenty seconds. The tips of their
four cigarettes glowed brightly and crackled. They placed
their cigarettes in their ashtrays and embraced each other.
As their mouths locked together in another very deep French
kiss they began rubbing their bodies together. Nicki felt
her hard nipples touching Sarah’s. Sarah felt her wet,
hairy pussy grinding against Nicki’s. Nicki began gently
pinching Sarah’s nipples.

Sarah pushed Nicki down onto the bed and spread her legs
apart. She took a deep lungful of smoke and placed her
mouth near Nicki’s pussy. With her fingers she gently
spread open the moist folds of skin in front of her face.
She began to blow her smoke directly into Nicki’s pussy.
Nicki started shuddering with delight. Sarah started
licking Nicki’s pussy as she continued to blow her smoke
into it. Nicki was rapidly approaching climax. As her moans
became louder and loader, Sarah placed her finger into
Nicki’s pussy and began to rub furiously. At the moment
before Nicki was about to cum, Sarah took a deep drag,
placed her mouth on Nicki’s, and blew with all the force
her diminished lung capacity would allow.

Nicki’s body exploded with the most intense orgasm she had
ever felt. She screamed with delight as her body convulsed
with pleasure. Sarah continued to thrust her fingers in and
out of Nicki’s warm pussy until Nicki squeezed her thighs
tightly together around Sarah’s wrist. Nicki sat up and
looked fondly at Sarah. “Oh my God, Sarah! I never knew I
could feel this way!”

“I can’t believe it, either, Nicki,” said Sarah. “I need
more smoke! Please give me your smoke, Nicki!”

Nicki took a long, cheek-hollowing drag from her two nearly
finished cigarettes and inhaled the smoke deeply into her
lungs. She pulled Sarah’s mouth over her own and started
blowing all of her smoke into Sarah’s lungs. At the same
time she reached down and began to play with Sarah’s pussy.
At first she moved her fingers back and forth slowly. Sarah
and Nicki began to exchange smoke back and forth between
each other’s lungs. As Sarah became more and more aroused,
Nicki began moving her fingers faster and faster.

As she felt her climax approaching, Sarah reached for a
fresh cigarette and managed to light it. She said, “Nicki,
carefully place your mouth over the end of my cigarette and
blow as hard as you can. And keep playing with my pussy!”

At this point, Nicki would have walked off the Brooklyn
Bridge if Sarah had asked her to. She had become Sarah’s
obedient slave. Sarah had become the first smoker in the
world to have her very own groupie. Nicki carefully placed
her mouth over the burning end of Sarah’s cigarette. Being
careful not to burn herself, she started to blow. Sarah
felt the smoke being forced through the end of her filter
and deep into her lungs. She felt her lungs expanding like
over-inflated balloons as Nicki continued to blow with all
the power of her own massive lungs.

Sarah was in a state of ecstasy. “More! More!” she
screamed. “Blow harder!” Smoke started pouring from her
nostrils as she started to moan with delight. Nicki moved
her fingers rapidly back and forth inside Sarah’s pussy.
Sarah gently pushed Nicki’s head away and started dragging
heavily on her cigarette. She inhaled deeply. She repeated
the process two more times, without exhaling any of her
glorious smoke. Finally, at the moment her body exploded in
orgasmic pleasure, Sarah let out a long, slow exhale which
reached half-way across the room. Smoke continued to flow
out of Sarah’s mouth and nostrils as Nicki continued
rubbing Sarah’s pussy. Finally, Sarah gently removed
Nicki’s hand and kissed her tenderly on the mouth.

For a long time the two smokers lay silently in bed. They
smoked a couple of post-coital cigarettes while staring at
the ceiling. Finally, Sarah spoke up. “Uh, Nicki, I don’t
know what just happened here. I’ve never done anything like
this before.”

“I haven’t, either, Sarah. I can’t believe it! Whatever it
was, I know I enjoyed it.”

“Yeah! That was pretty awesome,” said Sarah.

“Does this mean we’re…I mean, does this mean I’m a…”
Nicki, confused, was trying to figure things out in her own
mind.

“It doesn’t mean anything, Nicki,” said Sarah. “It just
means we had a smokin’ good time together. Don’t try to
make it anything more complicated.”

“OK,” said Nicki. “If you say so…but no boy ever made me
feel like that!”

“Let’s just let things cool off and we’ll see what
happens,” said Sarah. “Que sera, sera!”

“I guess this is what I get for being nice to you,” said
Nicki, with a grin. “Twenty-four hours ago I was a star
athlete, a non-smoker with the pinkest set of lungs in the
western hemisphere. I had my choice of any boy in the
school. Now I am a nicotine-addicted, lesbian chain-smoker
who can’t even run a hundred meters without collapsing in a
heap at the finish line! My lungs are now coated with
sticky, brown tar. I wonder what I’ll be like tomorrow!”

“I don’t know, but I sure as hell can’t wait to find out!”
said Sarah. Both girls broke into laughter as they lit up a
couple of fresh cigarettes.