Graduation Gift, Part 6

    "GRADUATION GIFT" by Dar.
    Part 6

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

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    The following morning was Monday, and time for Bill to go to work. Meg
insisted on making pancakes for her parents. Bill and Irene sat at the table,
smiling at each other. Irene lit her first cigarette of the day, and enjoyed
the smooth smoke from the B&H Light 100. Several times while Meg's eyes were
occupied with the cooking, Irene leaned over to Bill and exhaled a thick
stream of smoke toward his face. Each time he smiled, and seemed eager to
breath in as much of the smoke as he could get.

    But soon the food was ready, they ate, and it was time for Bill to leave
for work. Irene lit another cigarette, and gave him one last smoky kiss as he
walked out the door. Then she went back into the kitchen and spoke to her
daughter."Meg," she said, "I have some shopping to do. I'll be back in about
an hour. And then we'll spend some time together learning a few of the smoking
techniques I know about."

    Irene got in her car and drove to "What a Drag!", the tobacconist's shop
at a nearby mall. There she soon found just what she was looking for, and
returned home.

    Meg greeted her at the door with a smile and a pair of lit cigarettes, one
of which she gave to Irene. "I'm ready to get started, Mom," she enthused.
"But I'm also curious. If you haven't been smoking for more than twenty years,
how can you be so proficient and knowledgeable about it?"

    "You know," Irene laughed, "I learned a lot about smoking from my mother,
other tricks from my cheerleader buddies, and some things I just figured out
during my six or seven years smoking when I was young. Anyway, let's get
started with your lesson."

    "So the idea is to maximize the smoke, right?" asked Meg.

    "Right," Irene answered. "The basic principle of all that I am going to
teach you is simple: there is air and there is smoke. What we want is to
decrease the amount of air and increase the thickness of the smoke." Irene
took another long drag, inhaled deeply, and blew out the smoke as she
continued. "First, take a look at that Benson & Hedges Light you're smoking.
See the little holes half-way up the filter?"

    "I see them," said Meg.

    "Those holes are placed there to add air to the smoke flowing from the
business end of the cigarette. That's why it's called a Light cigarette. So
all you have to do to get the full flavor, is just put enough of the filter in
your mouth so that the holes are inside your lips. Try it both ways."

    Meg put just the tip of the filter in her mouth and took a three second
drag. She inhaled and blew the smoke out, noticing that it was only moderate
in thickness. Then she put the filter all the way into her mouth, sealed her
lips tightly around the shaft of the cigarette, and took another three second
drag. After inhaling, she blew out the smoke, and noticed that it was much
thicker. "Oh, Mom," she said, "you're right. I do like that better. But why
not just get regular Benson & Hedges 100's? Wouldn't they have even thicker
smoke?"

    "Actually not," said Irene. "The actual tobacco part of both the lights
and the regulars is about the same. In the lights, the holes are placed just
far enough from the tip of the filter so that the laboratory smoking machines
will get the additional air, which then lets the cigarettes be classified as
light. The cigarette makers know that people want the good taste of thick
smoke, so they actually put a slightly richer blend of tobacco in the light
cigarettes, so that smokers will get a good taste even with the extra air from
the little holes. In any case, most smokers do want more smoke, so even
without thinking about it, they put more of the filter inside their lips. The
result is that the lights have a more powerful taste, if you know the secret.
Try a long drag this time, with the filter deep between your lips."

    Meg put her lips around the shaft of her cigarette and started pulling the
smoke into her mouth. Irene looked at her watch and started counting seconds,
"One...two...three...four...five. Okay, you feel like you're mouth is full,
but now keep sucking more smoke, ...more, ...more. Don't take it out of your
mouth yet...You can still get more...c'mon, a little more. You're up to twelve
seconds. Now, hold the smoke in your mouth just a couple more seconds. Okay,
now inhale. Pull all that smoke deep into your lungs. Way down. Deeper...even
deeper. And now hold it in. That's it...keep holding. Feel the smoke warming
your insides for a few more seconds. Now, slowly exhale, with your lips pursed
together so the smoke comes out in a long stream. Oh, Meg, that looks good!
How do you feel?"

    "Wow!" said Meg. "Mom, that was, oh wow, that was wonderful."

    "Right," said Irene, "but did you notice all the air that got mixed in
with your smoke?"

    "What do you mean?" asked Meg. "I had the filter deep in my mouth, just
like you said."

    "You sure did. Your drag was magnificent," chuckled Irene. "But when you
inhaled, notice what you used to bring the smoke down into your lungs. Air!
You breathed in air when you inhaled."

    "And air is the enemy, right?" laughed Meg.

    "You've got that right," said Irene. "So we have a couple choices of how
to improve the situation. The first choice is the double or triple pump. It's
my turn, so let me show you." Irene placed her Benson & Hedges deeply in her
mouth and began to drag slowly. This time Meg looked at her watch, and saw her
mother pulling the smoke in for what seemed like forever. Irene got to
thirteen seconds, took a tiny breath of air to begin moving the smoke down her
windpipe, and then began another drag, filling her mouth with smoke for
another ten seconds. Irene kept the cigarette in her mouth as she opened just
one corner of her lips to again pull in just a tiny amount of air. Meg noticed
a few wisps of smoke appearing from her mother's nose as Irene again sealed
her lips tight around the shaft of her cigarette, and took a third pump that
lasted almost eight more seconds. Finally Irene opened her lips wide, showing
a huge ball of thick smoke, and then pursed her lips together as she began a
deep breath to pull all the smoke deep into her lungs. While she was breathing
in, Irene lowered her cigarette to just beneath her lips, so that the thick
smoke rising from the tip of her cigarette was sucked between her lips and
followed the rest of the smoke into her lungs. As Irene kept the smoke in her
lungs, she arched an eyebrow and gave a mischievous smile to Meg. Then she
began to exhale smoke, creamy smoke, smoke that seemed to get thicker the
longer she blew. Finally she relaxed and said, "Mmm, that was good."

    Meg smiled and clapped her hands. "Mom, what a show! Wow!" But then Meg
got a sly grin on her face and asked, "Can we be real honest here, and talk
about the full extent of this experience?"

    Irene nodded and said, "Sure, honey."

    "Okay," said Meg, "what I want to know is this. Hmm, how can I say this?
Mom, when I was taking that deep drag and inhaling all that smoke, I felt like
I was getting turned on. I mean, sexually turned on. And when I was watching
you do that triple pump plus, I felt even more excited. Am I crazy?"

    Irene laughed. "No, you aren't crazy. That's part of the fun of smoking,
Meg. Why do you think I was smiling when I had that smoke deep in me? I'll be
real straight with you. Your privates started getting wet, didn't they?" Meg
smiled, as Irene continued, "Well mine did too. Look, Meg, you aren't married
yet, so I'll give you some straight talk. Sex is wonderful, and there's
nothing quite like it. Guess what? You can't have sex thirty or forty times a
day, but you can smoke that much or more, and the pleasure can be exciting,
very exciting. And I'll tell you something else. Make sure that you find a
marry a good man who likes to smoke, because smoke and sex together are the
best."

    "But Mom...how do you..." began Meg.

    "Oh, I get it," Irene interrupted. "You want to know how I know about sex
and smoking together since your dad doesn't smoke. Well, believe me, last
night your dad and I had some of the best sex we have ever had together, and
I'm here to tell you that I was smoking up a storm."

    "But Dad doesn't smoke," countered Meg.

    "Yet!" laughed Irene. "Give me another night or two to work on him.
Anyway, let's get back to our lesson."

    Irene removed two cartons of cigarettes from her package. One was Benson &
Hedges Lights, the other Pall Mall unfiltered kings. "Even though you have now
learned how to get a lot of smoke from the light cigarettes, there is nothing
like an unfiltered cigarette." She tapped a pack of Pall Malls against her
wrist several times, pulled the wrapper off, and took out two cigarettes,
offering one to Meg. Meg took the cigarette as Irene flicked her lighter to
life, lit her own cigarette, and extended it to Meg, who pulled the flame into
the tip of her Pall Mall.

    Irene took a medium drag on her Pall Mall, opened her mouth to show a
dense ball of white smoke, and inhaled deeply. As Irene exhaled, Meg was
amazed to see the thickness of the smoke, and how long the exhale lasted. "Go
ahead," said Irene. "Take a nice big drag."

    Meg was used to filtered cigarettes, and began pulling hard on the Pall
Mall. She felt almost slammed backwards by the force of the thick smoke
entering her mouth, but decided to keep dragging a bit longer anyway. As she
opened her lips to inhale, she saw the smoke form a large ball just in front
of her lips, and then she breathed it in, noticing also the smoke continuing
to waft from the unlit end of the Pall Mall. At first her lungs seemed to
tighten up slightly at the unexpected denseness of the smoke, and Meg almost
felt like she might cough, but she held the smoke down for a few more seconds
and felt the wetness between her legs growing hotter. She exhaled halfway, and
immediately began pulling in another mouthful of smoke.

    "They're good, aren't they!" said Irene, as she began a double pump with
her Pall Mall. Letting the smoke from the first two pumps roll out of her
nose, Irene pulled again on the cigarette, keeping it between her lips for
over ten seconds, released a massive ball of smoke which covered her lips and
nose, and then inhaled it all through her nose. "I love this," she murmured
softly as she softly blew a cone of smoke which extended to six feet in front
of her.

    "Does smoking get any better than this?" asked Meg, as she followed her
mother's example with a full double pump of smoke.

    "I was just waiting for you to ask," said Irene, as she took another drag
and put out the cigarette in her ash tray. She reached into her shopping bag
and withdrew two leather pouches. "I got one for you and one for me," Irene
explained, as she opened the pouches to show two double-barreled cigarette
holders. She extracted two more Pall Malls and placed them firmly in the end
holes of the holder. Irene brought her lighter to life and began lightly
pulling on the holder's mouthpiece as she applied the flame successively to
the ends of the two cigarettes. When both were lit, she leaned back against
the sofa cushion behind her, held her head back in a relaxed pose, brought the
cigarette holder to her lips while holding it at an angle toward the ceiling,
and began a leisurely, slow, long, longer, even longer drag, pulling the heavy
smoke deep into her mouth, and then using her lungs to pull more smoke into
her mouth and down deep into her chest, as her breasts rose. Finally, full of
smoke, she began to exhale an immense amount of thick smoke, continuing to
flow out of her mouth and nose for a good ten seconds.

    Irene handed the other double holder to Meg. "Give it a try," she urged.
"The nice thing about the double holder is that it cuts in half the resistance
you feel from drawing the smoke into your mouth. When you combine that with
the smooth draw you get from the unfiltered Pall Malls, it makes so it easy to
draw the smoke in that you don't even have to use you mouth to do it. You can
pull directly with your lungs, which lets you get a huge amount of thick smoke
down deep."

    Meg had placed the two cigarettes into the holder and now accepted a light
from Irene.

    "Just take a light sip of smoke the first time to get the feel of it,"
cautioned Irene, "and then you can go for a heavy drag."

    Meg followed the suggestion, took a brief drag on the holder, and inhaled.
Her smile showed her reaction as she blew the smoke out. "Mom, that was about
as much smoke as taking a ten second drag on a single filtered cigarette. I've
got to see what this baby can really do." Meg placed the tip of the holder in
her mouth and began a long, slow drag, closing her eyes with pleasure as she
could feel the dense smoke in her mouth. She opened her lips for just an
instant to begin to inhale, and then sealed them again tightly around the
holder as she pulled more smoke into her mouth. At last she withdrew the
holder from her lips, let a large ball of smoke form in front of her lips, and
then inhaled it all.

    "Keep it down a few extra seconds," advised Irene. "You might as well get
the full blast."

    Meg felt the warmth of the smoke in her lungs, and felt still more wetness
between her legs. As she blew out a luxurious stream of smoke, she felt a bit
of perspiration on her forehead. "Wow, I'm starting to sweat!" she commented.

    "That's because you aren't yet used to getting all that nicotine at once,"
explained Irene. "But the smoke tastes good, and feels good, doesn't it?" Meg
nodded, as Irene continued. "That's why I wanted to share this with you. If
you are going to be a smoker, Meg, you might as well know the tricks for
getting the most pleasure out of it. Of course, this means getting a lot more
smoke into your lungs, which might seem almost overwhelming at first. But soon
your body will demand all that smoke, and then you'll love it even more."

    "So are there any more tricks, as you call them, Mom?" asked Meg.

    "Well, there are a couple more. One I'm going to keep a secret until I get
your dad to start smoking, because I need his help to show it to you. But the
other one is pretty easy. Again, it's obvious when you think of the concept.
Everything we've been doing has been focused on maximizing the amount of smoke
we can inhale, and this next trick does that too, but we have to start by
thinking about what happens when you exhale the smoke." Irene paused, took
another long drag on her double Pall Malls, inhaled, and blew out a long plume
of creamy smoke.

    "So, you see all that smoke I just blew out?" asked Irene. "It's basically
gone. Oh, it does fill up the room air with some second-hand smoke, but it is
very diluted. But watch this." Irene picked up the Sunday newspaper from the
table next to her, and carefully pulled off the soft clear-plastic bag in
which it had been delivered. "This bag is just the right size," she explained.
Irene circled her left thumb and forefinger around the opening of the bag,
pulled about two inches of the bag through the opening in her left hand, and
folded the two inches back down against her hand in sort of a cuff. Picking up
her double holder with her right hand, she took a drag of smoke, inhaled, and
then held the plastic bag opening to her mouth as she exhaled into it. As soon
as the smoke was inside, filling perhaps half of the bag, she closed her thumb
and forefinger around the opening, so that the smoke was trapped inside.

    Meg smiled curiously. "Mom, now you have half a bag of smoke. I don't get
it."

    Irene smiled back and said, "Just watch." She took another drag of smoke
from the cigarette holder, held it in her mouth as she brought the bag to her
mouth. This time she inhaled her smoke by breathing in the smoke from the bag.
She promptly exhaled back into the bag, this time filling it up about
three-fourths of the way. Immediately Irene repeated the process, taking a
deep drag from the cigarettes in the holder, bring the plastic bag to her lips
to inhale, and then exhaling back into the bag. This time the bag filled up
entirely, and she cinched her thumb and finger around it to close it off.

    "Now," said Irene, "I have a full bag of smoke. The smoke is probably
medium thick. So here's the next step." Irene took a long drag from her two
Pall Mall's in the holder, again pressed the bag to her lips to inhale, and
then exhaled back into the bag. A bit of excess smoke puffed from her nose.
"Now the smoke in the bag is thicker," she explained, "but I want it even
thicker." Irene repeated the process two more times. "Now I've almost got it
to where I want it, but I want to achieve even more density." This time she
dragged on the holder, pressed the bag to her lips, but didn't inhale.
Instead, she puffed the uninhaled smoke from her mouth into the bag, and then
repeated that process again.

    "Mom, I can't even see light coming through that bag anymore," observed
Meg.

    "Exactly," smiled Irene. "Now, my pair of cigarettes are just about used
up, but I have most all of their smoke saved in my bag. Now here's the fun
part." Irene brought the bag to her lips and began rapidly inhaling from the
bag and exhaling back into it, without removing it from her lips. After six or
seven repetitions, she took one last long inhale, removed the bag, and blew a
stunning plume of smoke across the room. "Meg, it's like smoking a cigarette
or two in thirty seconds. I'll tell you something. You want to get really hot?
Take a bag like this in the bathroom sometime when you have time to pleasure
yourself. Trust me, this is good."

    "Mom, you definitely do not hold back," said Meg. "I think I will..." She
was interrupted by the familiar sound of her dad's car in the driveway.

    "Now why would Bill be back home so soon?" wondered Irene out loud.

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