Once again, Maureen spread her legs widely apart. She said, with her unlit
cigarette bobbing up and down in her mouth as she spoke, “You know, I’ve
never been with a woman this way before.”
“That’s ok, Maureen. I have,” Cynthia declared, chuckling at her friend’s
admission. “Just so you know, we don’t have to be in a romantic relationship
or anything. We’re just two good friends showing each other a good time.”
With those words, Cynthia ignited her lighter, and chivalrously offered its
flame to Maureen as she very gently probed her vagina with the index finger
of her free hand. It was soft and slightly sticky to the touch, and Maureen
forcefully dragged on her long Allure cigarette until she ecstatically gasped
in her inhale. Cynthia then lit the cigarette in her own mouth, and as she
breathed it swiftly down, Maureen began to reciprocate, ever-so-lightly
stroking the supple flesh just within the pretty doctor’s genital opening.
Maureen exhaled lustily through her nose as she gazed again into Cynthia’s
dark, half-closed eyes. The two women continued to gingerly manipulate each
other’s sexual organs as they each pumped more smoke through their bodies.
Periodically, one or another of them would discharge a low grunt of
gratification as she inhaled or exhaled the nicotine from her cigarette, or
as the other woman touched her in a particularly pleasing way.
As she snapped down more smoke, Maureen wondered briefly what it was that
drew her to Dr. Cynthia Monroe. Was it the thrill of being noticed and liked
by a brilliant and elegant older woman? Was it her wry sense of humor, her
confidence, or some other aspect of her personality?
Or, was it the fact that she completely understood and accepted Maureen’s
dependency on cigarettes and not only understood and accepted it, but shared
in and encouraged it? Was she attracted to the woman out of some sort of
mental or psychological association with Allure cigarettes, or simply because
she plied her with the powerfully addictive and pretty poison she so
compulsively craved? Perhaps the cigarettes contained some form of
aphrodisiac. Very likely, all of these factors brought Maureen here to this
bed, where she sucked down smoke as she and Cynthia pleasured each other.
And what about this new connection between smoking and sex? Maureen was no
prude; she enjoyed each activity thoroughly, and indulged in both of them
whenever she could. But before today, she had never considered doing them
both at once. Yet, since her cigar in the bathroom earlier in the day,
smoking and sex had become inexorably linked in her mind, and partaking in
the one immediately triggered a desire to partake in the other. Rather than
sating her desires, her experience earlier in the day had only whetted her
appetites.
Reflecting on these things, she realized that she liked the change that had
taken place within her psyche, and right then she made the conscious decision
to abandon herself to her pursuit of orgasms and smoking. Maureen filled her
lungs with more smoke, and as she began to work Cynthia’s clitoris with
increased vigor it became noticeably more wet and tacky. Cynthia’s rate of
breathing increased, and she panted out smoke as she accelerated her own
fingering of her partner’s genitals.
As the two women took their last few puffs on their respective cigarettes,
they each began pumping their hips up and down to increase the pressure of
their partner’s touch, and their moans of intense sexual gratification grew
in frequency and volume. Maureen would have been disappointed that her
cigarette was almost gone, except that she knew another one was waiting to be
sucked into her body.
As Maureen expected, Cynthia again removed two cigarettes from the pack, and,
after each of them had put out their finished cigarettes, Cynthia lit both
cigarettes in her mouth at the same time, performed a long French inhale, and
handed one of the cigarettes to Maureen as she made the smoke disappear. As
before, the two of them took turns blowing the smoke directly into the others
lungs, only this time they were fingering each other’s G spots.
The two women did not rush; they each knew how a woman likes to receive
sexual pleasure. Maureen in particular was struck by how Cynthia seemed to
innately know how and where she liked to be touched. As the two of them
exchanged numerous smoky kisses and occasionally blew smoke rings into the
space above them, Cynthia stroked her clit very softly, driving Maureen crazy
with lust as she got more and more aroused.
After one last deep drag, Cynthia crushed out her cigarette into the ashtray
beside her, and Maureen did the same. She expected Cynthia to reach for yet
another cigarette on the nightstand, but instead Cynthia said, “Remember the
other day, when you were using the smoking machine?”
Maureen almost came just thinking about what she hoped Cynthia had in store.
After one last push of her finger into and out of Maureen’s opening, Cynthia
momentarily sat up on the bed and opened the nightstand cabinet. From inside,
she took out several items: a box with two tubes coming out of it, a smaller
box that fit in the palm of her hand, some lubricant, and two identical long
ribbed rubber vibrators.
“You said it was like heaven, and then you asked when you could do it again.
Are you ready?”
Maureen’s response was to shower Cynthia’s whole body with kisses, the
remnants of her last puff lingering over the various places her lips touched.
Her last kiss was on Cynthia’s vagina, which she licked slowly with her
tongue as she looked up at her hostess. Her twinkling blue eyes spoke
eloquently about her desire, and, looking down at her friend, Cynthia groaned
in delight.
Cynthia placed the larger box on the bed beside Maureen, and opened a
compartment in it. Into this compartment, she poured the contents of the
smaller box.
“Last time you used a machine like this one, you were smoking crystallized
Allure nicotine, very potent, very addictive, and very, very pleasurable, as
you know. Last time, you passed out because you took too much too quickly, so
this time, take it in slow and deep, slow and deep. Be forewarned though, it
is hard to be disciplined with this stuff.”
Cynthia spread the lubricant over the two vibrators, and handed one of them
to Maureen. Then, she gave one of the two tubes to Maureen, who
enthusiastically clamped it inside her mouth. Cynthia did the same, and then
the two women flipped on their vibrators, which emitted a low hum as they
began working. Maureen and Cynthia moved them up and down on their partner’s
private areas, and very soon each of the toys slipped inside.
“Remember, slow and deep,” the blonde woman said, breathlessly, before
pushing a button on the machine. Maureen and Cynthia sucked fiercely on their
tubes, and the pure smoke came pouring directly into their lungs.
Once again, Maureen had the sensation of rocketing upward as the pure Allure
nicotine slammed into her brain, and her entire body convulsed in sheer
rapture. She thrust her vibrator deep into Cynthia. The slightly older woman
issued a small cry, and then a piercing scream as her vagina contracted and
distended around the toy. As Cynthia worked the vibrator up and down inside
her, Maureen wailed aloud uninhibitedly, and soon she was climaxing too. As
smoke spewed out of her mouth, her vaginal juices squirted out between her
legs, creating a small, sticky swamp on the bedspread.
Not wanting to overdo it, Maureen took a deep breath before again sucking
hard on the tube and feeling the smoke jet into her. As more of the nicotine
blasted the pleasure areas of her mind, Maureen stared at Cynthia, who was
twitching uncontrollably as presumably the pleasures of the smoke and the
vaginal stimulation flooded her consciousness as well. Maureen rammed her
vibrator in and out of Cynthia, and was again treated to an unabashed display
of sexual release from the attractive doctor. Again, not wanting to be
outdone, Cynthia jerked the long rubber phallus around inside Maureen, who
barked primally as climax washed over her again.
At this, the two women totally lost control, and began hyperventilating with
the smoke, ravenously indulging their lust for increasing doses of nicotine.
With each lungful of the pure smoke, they successively reached higher and
higher peaks of sexual climax, until, with one last deep breath of the smoke,
their vaginas each erupted with one final and robustly intense orgasm. Their
eyes lolled back in their heads, and they collapsed, exhausted and
unconscious, onto the bed.
Maureen awoke to the sound of a clicking lighter, and opened her dazed eyes
to see Cynthia lighting up an Allure cigar. There was another Allure cigar on
the pillow next to her. It seemed to be either night or very early morning,
and as she sniffed the exhaust of Cynthia’s cigar, she became aware that her
body was telling her it wanted more smoke.
With a sly grin, she put the cigar in her mouth, and accepted a light from
Cynthia, drawing the cigar smoke down into her lungs with a sigh of
contentment. Neither one of them spoke, because they didn’t feel like they
needed to say anything. Rather, they cuddled close to each other, and smoked
their cigar smoke down as they gradually awoke.
“That was amazing, totally amazing,” Maureen said after some time, stroking
Cynthia’s blonde hair softly. “I’ve never felt anything like that.” Putting
her cigar in her mouth and puffing on it, Maureen stopped petting Cynthia’s
hair, and then snuggled even closer to her. She playfully ran her fingers
through Cynthia’s genital hair instead. “You’re an amazing person, Cynthia. I
never thought a woman could make me feel what you’ve made me feel.”
Taking a deep pull on her cigar, Cynthia inhaled and said, “Thank you so much
for last night. You’re right. Our time together last night was fabulous. I’m
glad we can share such pleasures.”
Maureen paused for a moment, relishing the feeling of cigar smoke deep
within. While the previous evening’s smoke was exhilarating, now it was very
soothing and relaxing. For a moment she thought about how interesting it was
that the same substance could do so many different things for her.
With a feeling of deep affection for Cynthia, she spoke again, “Tell me more
about yourself,” she said, exhaling. “How did you get started with what you
do? What are your plans for the company? What are you a doctor of? I want to
know all about Dr. Cynthia Monroe.”
Cynthia clamped her cigar down with her teeth and smiled. “Are you ready for
a long story?”
“Definitely,” came Maureen’s response. “We can just sit here and smoke and
talk forever, as far as I’m concerned.”
“I suppose,” Cynthia began, “I should begin my little story by telling you
about my first cigarette.”
“How old were you when you started?” For whatever reason, it was a question
that Maureen was always curious to ask when the subject of first cigarettes
came up in conversations with other smokers. She took a bold pull on her
Allure cigar and performed a long French inhale as she lay her head down on
Cynthia’s naked lap and gazed up at her.
“Well- let’s just say I was old enough to know better, but not old enough to
realize all of the consequences,” Cynthia replied after blowing out her
latest puff of cigar smoke.
“Anyway, back to my story. A little bit of background is maybe in order. My
mother smoked, a lot, and she worked for a big tobacco company. I probably
shouldn’t tell you which one, not that it really matters anyway. At the time
I didn’t know exactly what she did for the company, though I was soon to find
out.
“She was a single mother, because she had gotten pregnant with me at a very
early age, and my young father split on us. However, she was very bright,
extremely bright I would say, and she persevered in school while my
grandparents helped raise me, and after she got her degree in chemistry she
went right to work for the company and made good money.”
“Is she still alive?” Maureen asked, politely, as she began to fidget on
Cynthia’s lap.
“Very much so,” Cynthia replied, smiling. “She was very pleased when I called
her to discuss hiring you as a test subject.”
Maureen was surprised to learn that Cynthia’s mother was involved with A.T.C.
“I guess it really is a family business,” she said, returning the doctor’s
smile after taking a long hit off of her cigar.
“Well, to continue, the day I started my love affair with nicotine, I came
home to find my mother back early from work, and clearly upset, though giving
no outward sign other than smoking even more than usual. I was a brat, in
many ways, and even though I knew that the tobacco company was putting bread
on the table, I had constantly nagged her to quit, while she just shined me
on.
“After she had lit up her umpteenth cigarette in a row, I felt irritated at
her, and said, `Isn’t it enough that you expose me to your shitty smelling
smoke? Do you have to smoke this much? Why don’t you just quit already?’ Or
some words to that effect. All I really remember is that I consciously tried
to be nasty towards her.
“Something in her snapped. It must have, or else she wouldn’t have done what
she proceeded to do. Very deliberately, she took a deep inhale, held it for a
few seconds while she considered the course of action she was taking, and
exhaled in my direction. Even though I ragged on her smoking, I have to admit
that it also fascinated me, and seeing the deep satisfaction with which she
smoked had an effect.
“She said, sweetly, `I’d maybe consider quitting, honey, if you knew what you
were talking about.’
“And I said, `What are you talking about?’
“She replied, `You’ve given me grief for my smoking for years, and I’ve taken
it for years, yet, you’ve never been on the other side of the fence. I’ve
been a non-smoker before, and I’ve even been an ex-smoker before, but you’ve
never even tried it. You don’t know both sides, and so you can’t have an
objective opinion.’ She took another deep inhale, her chest heaving upward,
and continued, `So please lay off of the guilt trip. I don’t need it,
especially right now.'”
With another puff, Maureen’s cigar glowed orange in the early morning light
that had just begun to illuminate the room. “I don’t understand. Was she
asking you to try a cigarette?” She listened with rapt attention as Cynthia
continued her narrative.
“It turned out that was exactly what she was doing, without explicitly saying
so just yet. I asked her for clarification, saying, `So what you’re saying is
that I can’t criticize you for smoking so much because I’ve never tried it.
That’s nonsense.’
“Yet, despite my words, my curiosity was piqued, and somehow my mom could
tell. `I tell you what.’ She paused, maybe looking for the right words, and
maybe wrestling somehow within her conscience. She took another drag, which
seemed to help her form her words and set her resolve. `Try a cigarette with
me right now. Just one. Then, after you’ve seen the other side, if you ask me
again to quit, I’ll do my best. I can’t make any promises other than to try,
but I’ll really work hard at it.'”
As Maureen listened to the story, spellbound, she accelerated her intake of
cigar smoke, and suddenly found herself fighting off an irrational desire to
masturbate. For reasons she did not yet fully understand, the story of how
Cynthia picked up her habit was making her horny.
“My mother’s offer immediately attracted me, since it gave me an excuse to
try something that some part of me had secretly wanted to do. I looked up at
her, just as she was inhaling smoke with scarcely concealed delight. `It’s
ok,’ she said. `Just try one with me, and then we can make up our minds from
there about whether I should quit.’
I nodded my head in assent, and my mom removed a long, all-white cigarette
from a pack without any markings. I reached out my hand, and took it.”
“Was it an Allure cigarette?” Maureen shifted positions on the bed, and
pulled up the covers, feigning coldness. Underneath the covers, she spread
her legs apart, and began softly and discretely touching herself with her
free hand, while with her other hand she pumped her cigar smoke even more
rapidly inside her chest.
Cynthia climbed under the covers too, and gently displaced the hand Maureen
had underneath the sheets with her own as she spoke. “You guessed it,” she
said, as she began petting her friend. “It was an earlier, mid 1980’s version
of the tobacco strain we are today bringing ever closer to perfection. Still,
it proved to be highly effective at inducing rapid addiction.
“I remember feeling my heart resounding within my chest as I brought my first
cigarette to my lips. I felt scared, and excited all at once. My mom said,
`Just suck the filter, and when your mouth is full, breathe it in.’ I
trembled slightly, as I leaned towards the light that my mom then offered me,
and lit up for my first time.”
Maureen finished the nub of her cigar, and put it out, as Cynthia stroked her
sex tenderly. Maureen helped herself to one of the luxury length Allure
cigarettes still on the nightstand, and lit it immediately up. “Tell me
more,” she cried, after inhaling, as she began to return Cynthia’s
attentions.
“As I pulled the smoke into my mouth, I was surprised that it didn’t taste
anything like it smelled. On the contrary, it tasted very pleasant. I
followed my mother’s instructions and pulled on the cigarette until my mouth
was full, and then, not knowing what to expect, I inhaled for my first time.”
As Cynthia pronounced the words, “I inhaled for my first time,” Maureen drew
a thick cloud of smoke into her lungs, and sighed deeply as Cynthia’s fingers
danced inside her open vagina. Maureen poked her own fingers inside Cynthia,
who began rhythmically moving her hips up and down as she continued speaking.
“I expect that almost every smoker remembers his or her first inhale. It is
always a defining moment, the first time the smoke enters your pink lungs,
and your brain becomes acquainted with nicotine. Most people cough the first
time, or feel sick to their stomachs, yet they continue to smoke because,
despite these physical effects, the nicotine begins to affect their brain’s
pleasure centers, and the seeds of a lifelong addiction are planted.”
“Yes,” Maureen half-agreed, half moaned. “Oh yes.”
Cynthia finished her cigar, and lit up her own long Allure cigarette before
she resumed her story. “In my case, I neither coughed, nor felt nauseous.
Instead, I felt instantly wonderful, really, really fabulous, as I’m now sure
my mother knew I would. You can relate somewhat from your first Allure
cigarette, but it wasn’t the same because you already smoked. Your sister
probably would understand best, though what she felt far surpassed the
pleasure I experienced that first time.
“I smiled as I exhaled. I couldn’t help myself, since it felt so very good.
Right away, I took another drag, and sucked that one down too, deep into my
chest. I don’t have to explain to you how it felt. We both know the feeling
well. We can’t get enough of it.”
Maureen inhaled another thick cloud from her pleasure stick. “Yes, I need
more. More nicotine.” As she exhaled, she added, “And I need you to fuck me,
right now.”
Cynthia never broke stride in her story, even as she reached over to the
nightstand, and removed a large, strap on dildo. She calmly continued her
speech. “I kept inhaling smoke, more and more, right there with my mom
watching, and I decided that I had been wrong to criticize her.”
Cynthia strapped on the prosthetic dick, slipped it inside Maureen, and began
riding her. She bounced up and down on Maureen, and in and out of her, with
almost ferocious fervor, as both of the women chuffed smoke in and out of
their mouths and lungs. She waited until she sensed the inevitable climax
building in her friend, and then she said, “And when I finished that first
cigarette, I decided to join her; to take her habit and make it my own. I was
glad I had started smoking.”
“Oh, me too. Me too. I wouldn’t quit now for anything,” Maureen trumpeted,
taking multiple drags before sucking the contents of those drags through her
respiratory tract into her body. Down below, her vagina pulsated as the
orgasm seized her.
The strikingly beautiful blonde woman smiled, taking a drag, inhaling
quickly, and then blowing it in the face of the younger brunette. “And that,
my dear, is how I started smoking.”