Graduation Gift, Part 5

    "GRADUATION GIFT" by Dar.
    Part 5

    This story contains language which depicts sexual arousal due to smoking
cigarettes. Those who are offended by such language should read no further.

    Persons who wish to make comments about the story are requested to post
them on the smoking glamour bulletin board: alt.smokers.glamour


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    After lunch, they resumed driving. Bill reflected on how so many people in
the restaurant had been smoking. They had all seemed like nice, average
middle-class Americans, mostly white, but several black families and a couple
of Asian-Americans. Everybody had been nicely dressed. They didn't look like
low-life, degenerate, mentally ill, unusual people at all. Actually they
looked just like Bill and his family. And they had been smoking, he realized,
almost all of them. For these people, smoking was just a normal activity.

    Irene and Meg had lit fresh cigarettes in the car. This time Bill didn't
even think about cracking open a window. He found that the aroma of the smoke
didn't bother him now. In fact, he rather liked it. He looked over at Irene,
who was quietly smoking her cigarette. The sunlight shining in her window gave
an angel-like glow like to her head and to the smoke floating around it. He
noticed the flash of white as the sun illuminated the ball of smoke in front
of her lips just before she inhaled, and then the diffused glow to the smoke
as it came pouring out as she exhaled.

    But Bill still had a nagging question in his mind. "Irene," he said,
"there was one aspect of smoking which I didn't want to discuss at lunch,
because it might have spoiled your appetite."

    "Bill, I can't wait for this one," smiled Irene, as she took a long draw
on her Benson and Hedges.

    Bill paused for a second to glance at her long exhale of creamy smoke, and
then spoke. "Let me put it to you this way. Did you ever smell an ashtray? If
smoking is so good for you, how come the leftovers--you know, the ashes, the
cigarette butts--smell so foul? Doesn't that prove that smoking is really just
a filthy habit, no matter how glamorous you try to make it seem?"

    Irene giggled, and then started laughing hard. "I'm sorry, I just thought
of something so funny..." she said, as she laughed even harder. Her laughter
was infectious, as Meg and Bill started laughing too, even though they had no
idea what was going on in Irene's mind.

    "So, okay, what's so doggone funny," Bill managed to speak.

    Irene took another puff, and then started laughing again, as the smoke
bounced out of her lips and nose in little quick bursts. "Okay, okay, let me
calm down," she giggled. She put her cigarette in her mouth, pulled hard for
about five seconds, and audibly inhaled deep into her lungs. She held the
smoke in for another five seconds, and then smoothly exhaled in Bill's
direction.

    "Okay, Bill, you said that you are starting to get used to all this smoke.
So how do you like the way it smells when I waft some your way here in the
car?" she asked.

    "Oh, I'll admit that it's starting to smell pretty sweet," he
acknowledged, "but that's not my question. What about the smelly remains?"

    "Well, here's why I started laughing," said Irene. "You remember that hot
turkey sandwich you had at lunch? It smelled pretty good, didn't it?"

    "Well, yes," Bill replied, "but what does that have to do..."

    "Bill!" Irene interrupted. "I would like you to think for a second about
the ultimate residue of that sandwich, and everything else you will be eating
today. You know, along about 6:30 tomorrow morning, when you get up...well,
all I can say is, you better use some air freshener in the bathroom, because
what's left of your turkey sandwich won't be smelling so good, will it?"

    "Well, no..." Bill began.

    "So there you have it!" Irene exclaimed. "You can't judge the value of
food by the odor of the residue, and the same common sense applies to smoking,
right?"

    "Okay, okay!" laughed Bill. "You got me on that one! And by the way, now
I'm really happy that I didn't bring this subject up at lunch time."

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    When Bill finally turned the car into the driveway of their home, he had
become almost oblivious to the fact that Irene and Meg had kept the car full
of smoke--thick creamy smoke--all the way home. They had spent some two hours
before lunch, and almost four hours afterwards, nearly six hours total--in a
car with the windows up and Bill's wife and daughter smoking almost
continuously. Bill did notice that he had felt extremely calm and relaxed all
afternoon, unlike his usual cantankerous self on other occasions when he had
driven all day. His breathing, which in the morning had begun as shallow,
reluctant breaths, had gradually become deeper and more relaxed. At first this
had been at Irene's urging, but after a while it had become nearly automatic.
Bill had found that the smell of the cigarette smoke seemed harsh at first,
but as the day went on, he had actually begun to like the smell of the smoke,
and at times had consciously taken several especially deep breaths when both
Irene and Meg were smoking at the same time. At those times, somehow, he
thought that he especially appreciated the thickness of the smoke, the way it
seemed to surround him like a warm blanket and fill him up on the inside.

    But that wasn't Bill's only reason for breathing deeply. He had also begun
to notice that when Irene was taking especially long draws on her Benson and
Hedges, followed by her thick exhales illuminated by the sunlight, and when he
could feel the exhales from Meg in the back seat coming up over his shoulders
and surrounding him with extra smoke, and when he slowly and deeply breathed
in through his nose, deeper and deeper, so that the full flavor of all the
smoke in the car seemed to fill him up--at these times he had noticed a rising
feeling of sexual arousal and desire. In fact, Bill had enjoyed a continuous
hard-on for at least the last hour and a half of the trip. He no longer
wondered why he had gotten aroused in the hotel lounge the previous afternoon,
or why he and Irene had made such powerful love to each other last night. It
was the smoke!

    But a certain part of Bill's mind still withdrew from all of this. So
maybe, he thought, he could enjoy the sight and even the smell of Irene's
smoking, but it just wasn't something that he could do himself. The thought of
placing a cigarette between his lips...it was still foreign, repugnant even,
something he just couldn't do.

    Irene, of course, was following her plan. She had made sure, with Meg's
help, that Bill had been bathed in smoke for the entire day. She had noticed
that his comfort level had risen, and she could certainly tell the difference
in his mental attitude. He was more calm and relaxed in the afternoon than he
had ever been on a long trip, she had observed, and his comments about smoking
had become more casual and accepting, with even a touch of humor now and then.
Finally, Irene had surreptitiously kept an occasional eye on Bill's pants, and
she too had noticed the swelling between his legs during the last part of
their trip. Irene smiled to herself as she mentally recorded a win for part
three of her strategy. She looked forward to part four when they went to bed
later in the evening.

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    Finally in the house after the long trip, Irene led everyone to the
kitchen to prepare dinner. She had some spaghetti in the refrigerator, which
she took out and put in a sauce pan to heat up. She then went down to the
basement and retrieved two ashtrays which had not been used in years, and only
then when guests who smoked were visiting the house. Bill set the table, and
Meg worked on the salad. While they were preparing the food, Irene and Meg
were able to smoke two more cigarettes each, and Irene noticed that Bill was
paying close attention to her smoking style, even though he was trying not to
be obvious about it.

    After they had eaten their meal, they put the dishes in the dishwasher and
then moved to the den to relax. Meg sat in the big chair, while Bill sat just
to Irene's left on the love seat. Irene and Meg immediately took out
cigarettes and began to smoke. Bill no longer had any inclination to move away
from Irene because she was smoking, even though there was a sofa and two other
chairs in the room. She deliberately avoided blowing her smoke in his
direction, but the slight air currents in the room conspired to take the smoke
rising from her cigarette directly in Bill's direction.

    As they talked on, catching up on Meg's adventures during her last year of
school, Irene noticed that Bill was almost eagerly sniffing in some of the
smoke which was blowing his way. The air in the room gradually began to
thicken with smoke, but it was not as concentrated as it had been in the car,
and Irene was sure that Bill had already come to appreciate the sensation of
breathing in smoke. She began holding her cigarette in her left hand, on the
side closer to Bill, so that the side-stream smoke would be less diluted as it
wafted toward his face. Irene did this very casually. She knew that Bill did
not yet want to openly state his interest in smoking, and so she was careful
to not mention anything more about it during the conversation. But she knew
the power of cigarette smoke, the attraction it held for those who enjoyed it,
and the spell it could put on a man. And she knew also that certain of her own
fantasies would only be fulfilled if Bill started smoking. She had gone
without smoking for more than two decades of her life, and she was now smoking
heavily, almost as if to make up for the lost time. Irene knew that this was
her chance to at last realize the complete thrills of smoking which she had
only dreamed about in high school.

    Bill spoke up. "It's been a very long day, and such a tiring weekend. How
about if we all go to bed? Yes, I know it's only 9:15, but I still have to get
up for work in the morning."

    Irene smiled and gave him a little wink. "I'm ready if you are. And Meg,
your old bedroom is all ready for you. Here take one of these
ashtrays...you'll probably want it." She glanced at her husband. "You don't
mind if I bring the other one with me, do you Bill?" she asked.

    Bill didn't want to appear too eager. "Well, I suppose you haven't smoked
enough today," he replied, "so it's okay with me."

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    Irene splashed some Chanel No. 5 on her chest as she put on her negligee.
When Bill came out of the bedroom, she was already lying in the bed, smoking a
cigarette under the glow of the lamp on her nightstand. Bill could feel his
manhood beginning to harden as he got in the bed.

    Irene held her cigarette in her left hand as she placed it between her
lips to begin a long drag. She slid her right hand down Bill's chest, past his
waist, and rubbed slowly and firmly on down between his legs. She was excited
to feel his cock already growing hard, as she inhaled a fat ball of creamy
smoke. She rubbed his penis several times more as she held the smoke in her
lungs and then began another hard drag. As her mouth filled with the new warm
smoke, she slowly began exhaling the smoke already in her lungs out through
her nose. She rubbed Bill's member more as she sucked in the new drag, and
then exhaled in the direction of the lamp.

    Bill believed in having good sex. Although he was very proper in his
business dealings and professional associations, and had always been faithful
to Irene, he held nothing back when they were together as man and wife in the
bed. Now, as he could feel himself growing stiff, he totally forgot his past
thoughts about smoking, letting go of all caution, because he knew what he
wanted.

    "Irene," he smiled, "please blow a little smoke my way. You know I like
it."

    Irene could not avoid teasing him just a bit more. She took a tiny puff,
inhaled it, kept it in for several extra seconds so that her lungs would
absorb most of the smoke, and finally blew the wispy remains of the smoke
softly toward Bill's face. She could see that he liked it, but she was hoping
that it would not be enough to satisfy him.

    "More," Bill moaned. "Irene, I want more smoke from your lips."

    Irene knew that this was the time to go for it. Taking a heavy double-pump
on her B&H, she inhaled deeply as she set the cigarette in the ashtray.
Rolling toward Bill, she put her lips just in front of his face, and began a
long, slow exhale, directed exactly at Bill's upper lip. She could see him
breathing in through his nose, seeming to blot up every bit of the smoke
coming from her mouth.

    Irene reached for her cigarette and took another double pump. This time
she kept the cigarette in her left hand as she placed that hand alongside
Bill's right cheek and her lips directly onto his. She exhaled forcefully into
his mouth, blowing the smoke deep into him. As he breathed back out, she
turned her lips to her left, where the cigarette was, along side of Bill's
cheek, took another draw from the cigarette, inhaled, and again pumped her
smoke deep into Bill's lungs.

    Bill moaned again. "More, Irene," he begged. "More..." He began rubbing
her moist pussy.

    She brought the ashtray onto the sheet, just in front of the pillow and
between their heads. Then Irene put the Benson & Hedges between her lips and
began a long draw. Bill could feel the heat from the cigarette alongside his
face. After seven seconds, Irene inhaled slightly the smoke in her mouth as
she tipped off the growing ash from the cigarette, and began a second long
pump. With her mouth full of smoke, she set the cigarette down on the ashtray,
so that the heavy smoke began rising up between their faces. She then popped
open her mouth to reveal a huge ball of smoke, which she let extend out to
almost caress Bill's face. Then then sucked it into her lungs, on top of the
first drag. Again she pressed her lips against Bill's, and began blowing the
double load of smoke into his lungs. But this time, when she had filled him
with smoke, she kept her lips in place and began sucking. Bill took the cue
and blew the smoke back into Irene's lungs as he rolled over on top of her and
began pushing his cock easily into her wet vagina. Irene reached for her
cigarette and again took a massive double pump of smoke. As Bill saw this, he
again pressed his lips against hers, and again received his treat as she
filled him with smoke. They blew the smoke back and forth, again and again, as
their lips pressed together. Irene moved the ashtray and cigarette back onto
the nightstand, because she could feel her throbbing beginning as she began
pumping her hips up and down with Bill's thrusts. And still their lips held
together, as the smoke passed back and forth between them.

    Bill continued to stroke his cock inside of Irene, as she reached for the
cigarette, took one more massive drag, inhaled, and reached up to pull Bill's
head down onto her lips again. As she pumped the new blast of thick smoke deep
into his lungs, Bill's cock exploded inside her, coming and coming and coming
again.

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