Graduation Gift, Part 7

    "GRADUATION GIFT" by Dar.
    Part 7

    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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    "Hi, honey. Hi, Meg," smiled Bill at his wife and daughter.

    Irene had a curious look on her face. "Bill, it's not quite twelve noon
yet. Why are you home from work?"

    "I was driving around making my sales calls," Bill explained, "and I
realized I felt kind of nervous. I couldn't figure out what was the matter.
Nothing was exactly the matter, nothing that I could put my finger on. But
something was missing. I know this sounds confused. I was confused. But I
think I figured it out."

    "And...?" Irene prompted.

    "Look, I know this will sound weird," Bill said, "but I missed having the
two of you in the car smoking those cigarettes of yours."

    Meg couldn't resist. "Dad, why didn't you just get yourself some
cigarettes?"

    "Meg, I don't smoke. I don't even know how to smoke. I'm not sure that I
even want to learn to smoke," Bill responded. "But it's like your mother has
been saying this past weekend. After a while, plain air just seems thin. I
realized that I actually missed having the thick smoke in the car. So I've got
a request. I've got three more calls to make today, with about a forty-five
minute drive between each one. How about the two of you coming along for the
ride. It's a beautiful day out. You'll love it."

    Irene laughed. "And of course we need to bring our cigarettes, right?"

    "Only if you plan to smoke Ôem," Bill chuckled.

    Bill, Irene, and Meg headed out to the car. Irene and Meg brought both
their Benson & Hedges Lights and their Pall Mall cigarettes. Bill pulled the
car out of the driveway and headed through town to the highway. Irene and Meg
wasted no time in lighting up. Irene lit a B&H, and decided to have fun
practicing her french inhales. Usually in a car, with windows open or the
ventilation on, french inhales would be impossible, but with the car nearly
hermetically sealed, she found that she could really get some great ones.

    Glancing sideways, Bill watched as Irene placed the filter deep between
her lips, pulled long and hard to get a large supply of smoke in her mouth,
and then softly opened her lips to let a large curl of smoke float out of her
mouth and cover her top lip with a sort of reverse waterfall effect, as she
inhaled through her nose. She blew the smoke softly out of her lips, and then
immediately placed the B&H again into her mouth. He could tell that Irene
truly loved smoking, as she again drew a full mouthful of smoke, and the
opened her lips to allow her nose to pull the smoke up over her lip again. A
third time, and a fourth time Irene repeated the process, not even pausing to
take a regular breath, as the smoke began filling the car. Bill began
breathing in, enjoying the aroma and the sensuous denseness of the smoke
itself, and also enjoying the sight of Irene sucking on her cigarette over and
over, as again he felt his manhood hardening.

    Meanwhile in the back seat, Meg decided she would sample again the rich,
full flavor of a Pall Mall. She had brought her double holder, and placed two
of the unfiltered cigarettes into it. Carefully bringing her lighter to the
tip of each one, she drew in briefly and puffed the smoke out of the side of
her mouth to get the pair of cigarettes lit. Then she leaned back against her
seat, placed the holder deep in her mouth, and began drawing in the thick
smoke. She could tell that it was much heavier and thicker than the smoke from
her B&H cigarettes, but it also seemed somehow warm and mild, perhaps because
it took so little effort to draw a huge amount of smoke into her mouth. She
release a huge ball of smoke in front of her lips, inhaled it between her
lips, and then softly blew a long plume of smoke forward into the front seat,
adding to the smoke there from her mother's cigarette. Meg could feel the rush
of nicotine in her body from the double Pall Malls, and she liked the
sensation. Again she placed the holder in her mouth, this time drawing the
smoke in not with mouth suction, but pulling directly from her lungs. As she
could feel the smoke filling her chest and pushing out her breasts, she again
could feel the strong sexual arousal permeating her legs and thighs and
crotch.

    Meg exhaled a thick cloud toward the front seat, drawing a reaction from
her father. "Meg, I can't see what you're doing back there, but it smells
wonderful up here. Wow, this is good."

    "You are really getting into this, aren't you?" asked Irene, as she blew
another plume of smoke against the windshield.

    "Hey, I'm not going to play any more games with you here," answered Bill.
"I started thinking about it when I was driving around this morning, and I've
got to tell you...I like being in the car with the two of you and all this
smoke." He smiled at Irene. "And you don't have to blow it up against the
windshield. Blow it right over here at me. I like it. Full blast!"

    Irene winked at Meg, and they both took huge drags, inhaled deeply, and
sent them billowing directly toward Bill at the same time. Bill responded by
breathing in deeply several times before he spoke again. "Thanks, ladies, but
don't hold back. I like your smoke. Give me all that you can do. Irene, you
could sit over here a little closer, so I can catch more of your smoke."

    Irene snuggled up against Bill, and lit a fresh cigarette. After taking a
double pump, she turned to her left and blew the smoke just under Bill's nose.
At the same time, she placed her left hand, holding the cigarette, down on
Bill's crotch, so that the rising stream of smoke from the tip of it flowed
directly up over his chest and toward his lips. With her hand she pressed down
on his male member, and could feel its size and hardness and heat.

    Breathing deeply, Bill's grin broadened as he said, "You know, I think we
are going to have a wonderful afternoon in the car."

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    After getting back home just after 5:00 p.m., Bill, Irene, and Meg enjoyed
a nice dinner and sat in the family room watching the news and some of their
favorite television shows.

    But Bill's mind was now focused firmly on the smoking which his wife and
daughter were doing. He reflected on his day. He had gotten up and gone to
work just like he had on hundreds of other Monday mornings. After checking in
at the office and attending a mercifully brief sales meeting, he had spent the
rest of the morning making local sales calls, saving the three out of town
calls for the afternoon. But all morning he had felt, well, somehow just a bit
unusual. At first it had seemed only like he was slightly bothered by
something, but his meeting had gone well, his first couple of calls had been
routine, and he couldn't put his finger on anything really to be bothered
about. Then in mid-morning he had noticed that he was starting to feel
strangely uncomfortable, sort of like he couldn't breathe or something. He had
taken several deep breaths and realized that nothing was wrong, but still he
noticed the discomfort. By 11:00 a.m. the feeling had deepened, and he felt
almost like he was having some kind of panic attack. His forehead was
perspiring, his hands seemed slightly shaky, and his chest had a sort of dull
ache, but not as though something was actually hurting it. No, it had been
more like something was missing, like how his stomach might feel when he had
missed a meal. But what could be missing? He had thought about it, turning it
over in his mind, wondering just what might be wrong.

    The thought had hit him like a shot. It was the smoke. Yes, he was missing
the smoke. He had spent most of the weekend breathing in smoke. It seemed
truly awful and disgusting at first, but he remembered how Irene had kept
telling him to just keep breathing in, that he would soon get used to it, and
that he would then begin to like it. What she had said had been true. It
really hadn't taken him more than a half-hour to get accustomed to the smoke
in the air at their hotel room, and he had enjoyed watching Irene and Meg
smoke their cigarettes. The drive home had no doubt been another turning
point, he reflected. At first the extra thick concentration of smoke in the
car had seemed overwhelming, but he realized that he had not taken long to get
used to it. Moreover, by the time they had finished lunch and resumed their
travel in the car, he realized that he had actually looked forward to the
smoke. It had felt nice to breath it in, and he had noticed with delight the
added benefit of the almost constant state of sexual arousal it had produced
in him. The fact that he had spent hours driving, being bathed in the smoke,
constantly breathing it in, over and over and over, had seemed pure pleasure.
And of course that pleasure had climaxed, literally, with the smoking Irene
had done in bed Sunday night, where he had found it overwhelmingly exciting
when she had repeatedly blown her smoke in his direction.

    But Bill had thought of all that as a delightful recreation. It had been
great, and he had looked forward to more such experiences, but he had thought
of it as just something merely for fun when Irene and he were together, not
anything that would concern him while he was at work. Now however, approaching
mid-day on a Monday morning, he had come to a startling conclusion. The smoke
which he had enjoyed so much over the weekend was no longer for him just an
optional entertainment. It was a necessity. He wanted it. He needed the smoke.
He knew that he would feel increasingly uncomfortable if he couldn't breathe
in more of the smoke. He realized that he could not stand the thought of going
the rest of the day without smoke. And so he had turned the car in the
direction of home, to enlist the assistance of Irene and Meg. With their
cooperation, he had spent most of the afternoon again breathing in what seemed
like an ocean of smoke in the car.

    And now he was enjoying their after dinner time, as Meg and Irene
continued to smoke heavily in their family room as they watched television.
They both demonstrated for him their double cigarette holders with the Pall
Mall cigarettes. How strange it was, he thought. Three days earlier he would
have recoiled in shock at seeing such a display. But now he took great
pleasure in watching the unbelievably thick smoke forming in front of their
lips after they had drawn on the holders. He watched with interest as the
balls of smoke were pulled back in to their mouths and noses, and disappeared
into their lungs. He felt the thrill of seeing the rich plumes of smoke being
blown, mostly in his direction, over and over. And he realized again that
breathing all the smoke made him feel good, a feeling he did not want to go
without.

    Finally it was time for bed. Bill looked forward with great anticipation
to whatever smoking tricks Irene might have in store for him.

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    When they were in bed, Irene loaded her double holder with two Pall Malls,
lit them, took one of her patented double-pumps, inhaled deeply, and blew the
smoke toward Bill's face. Laying on his pillow, he breathed it in, and
snuggled closer to her as Irene repeated the process. Bill could feel his cock
growing hard as Irene took a third massive drag on her holder, and this time
pressed her lips against his and blew the thick smoke deep into his lungs. As
he started to breathe out, she had rapidly taken another thick drag, and again
pressed her lips to his and filled his lungs.

    "Bill," she said, "put your lips together and blow out the smoke in your
lungs." As he did, he could see a modest plume of smoke coming from his mouth.
Irene watched with pleasure his first conscious exhale of smoke, as she
inhaled another lung-full of smoke, which she again used to fill him. "Do that
one more time," she prompted. He watched again, as this time the smoke from
his mouth seemed a bit thicker.

    "Irene, I like it," he said. "Please blow more smoke in me." After giving
him a few seconds to catch his breath, Irene repeated the procedure three more
times in rapid succession. Each time Bill seemed to suck harder and harder on
the smoke coming from Irene's lips, and then watched with growing pleasure the
streams of smoke coming from his mouth.

    The Pall Mall's were now spent, and Irene put them out. She lit a Benson &
Hedges Light 100, and took a couple puffs to get it going. Irene removed all
of her negligee and lay naked in the bed. She pulled Bill's head to her chest
and cuddled it between her two swollen breasts. "Bill, I want you to suck my
nipples while I smoke," she requested.

    Taking his cue, Bill pulled off the rest of his pajamas and put his lips
to her nipples. Irene took deep drags on her cigarette and exhaled constantly
down across her chest toward Bill's lips as he used them to knead and massage
her nipples and breasts. In two minutes she had smoke the cigarette, and
immediately lit another one. "More!" she said to Bill. "Keep doing my nipples.
I love it." Bill obviously loved it too, as he renewed his efforts.

    Irene took a long drag on the cigarette, and as she inhaled she moved her
left hand, holding the cigarette, down by her left side, near her left breast,
where Bill was presently engaged. The smoke from the cigarette curled up the
side of her breast toward his nose, as she again exhaled in his direction.
Irene brought the cigarette to her mouth, inhaled again, and again lowered the
cigarette to her side, but just a bit closer to her breast. The smoke again
flowed up towards Bill, and again Irene exhaled toward him. Again and again
she took drags, then lowering the cigarette to her side, but each time
bringing it ever so slightly closer to her breast. "Suck my nipples harder,
Bill!" she urged. "Please...oh...oh! Please suck me, Bill. Suck me."

    Irene put out the cigarette, and lit two more. She puffed on them both a
few times to get them going. One she kept in her right hand, and began rapidly
inhaling as much smoke as she could and blowing it toward Bill's lips, as he
furiously worked on the nipple on her left breast. The other cigarette she
lowered with her left hand to the side of her breast, just two inches from her
nipple. The smoke again flowed from the cigarette toward Bill's lips and nose.
She turned the angle of the cigarette, so that the filter was pointing toward
her nipple, and began moving it closer to Bill's lips. "Suck me. Harder.
Harder!" Irene moaned, as she blew more smoke toward Bill.

    Now the filter was right next to Bill's lips. She suddenly brought the
cigarette back up to her own mouth, took a deep puff on it to keep it burning
strongly, tipped the lengthening ash into the ash tray, and brought the
cigarette back down by Bill's lips. As he continued to suck on her nipple, she
moved the cigarette so that it was rubbing against the sides of his lips.
Blowing more smoke from her other cigarette toward him, she began rubbing the
cigarette's filter up and down against his lips.

    "Bill," she spoke quietly. "I know you want it now. You'll love it. Put
your lips around the filter. And suck. Suck on the cigarette. Just sip a
little smoke into your mouth, and then breathe in. Do it, Bill. Put your lips
around it and get some of the smoke. It's good. Oh, it's good, Bill."

    Bill placed his lips around the filter and pulled in. He could feel the
warmth of the smoke as it entered his mouth, and then he breathed in. The
sensation was much like the smoke which Irene had blown into him repeatedly,
but a little stronger, and he liked it. "Blow it out on me, Bill," asked
Irene. He blew a thin stream of smoke toward her face.

    "That's not quite as thick as yours were," he chuckled.

    Irene placed the cigarette back between his lips. "Suck in more smoke,
this time, Bill," she suggested. "The more you get, the better you'll like
it." Bill started pulling the smoke in, and Irene kept the cigarette pushed
deeply between his lips. "Suck harder," she urged. "Get lots of smoke, Bill."
She pulled the cigarette from his lips, as Bill winked at her, opened wide,
and let a ball of smoke show in his mouth. "Now breathe it all in," Irene
said, as she watched Bill suck it all down. Irene pulled his head up near her
lips as he began to exhale, and she breathed in the smoke as it came pouring
from his lips. "Did you like it?" she asked.

    "Yes," Bill panted. "Give me some more." Irene tipped the ashes off both
cigarettes, began to draw on her other cigarette, and put the first one back
between Bill's lips. This time Bill needed no more instruction, as he sucked
long and hard on the filter. Irene inhaled before he did, and as Bill began to
inhale, she placed her lips to his and blew her exhaled smoke into his lungs,
following the smoke which he had inhaled. Irene then kept her lips on his, and
began breathing in the smoke as Bill exhaled it. And then still they kept
their lips attached as she once again blew all the smoke deep into his lungs.
Finally she leaned back and let Bill exhale again over her lips and nose.

    "I want you in me now," said Irene, as she realized she was coming to a
climax. "Please, Bill, put it in me. Give me your cock."

    Bill arched his thighs up and began to slip into her hot, wet pussy, as he
said to her, "Irene, I want more smoke. Now! Give it to me!" Irene put the one
cigarette into Bill's mouth as she began again to draw on her cigarette. Bill
inhaled some smoke, and immediately put his lips around the Benson & Hedges
and began drawing more, as Irene floated a huge ball of smoke in front of her
face, inhaled, and then bathed his face in smoke. "More," he said. "Don't
stop, Irene. I love this."

    She again drew on her cigarette, inhaled deeply, and brought her lips to
his just as Bill again was inhaling some smoke. They began pumping the smoke
back and forth between them as Bill timed the thrusting of his penis to match,
and both came to a climax at the same time. Irene continued, over and over,
pumping smoke from her cigarette deep into her lungs and then into Bill's as
she felt the blasts from Bill's cock inside her.

    Finally she set both cigarettes in the ashtray, as they both felt spent
from the experience. Bill spoke first. "Irene...oh, Irene. What was that? I've
never felt sex so strong in my entire life."

    "Me either, Bill," she spoke softly. "But we can do even better."

    "Not tonight," he said. I'm exhausted."

    Irene laughed sweetly. "Bill, we're just getting started. But let me ask
you. Did you like the smoke from that cigarette? Or are you sick and dizzy?
It's okay, you can tell me the truth, either way."

    "Irene, I never thought I would be saying this," Bill replied, "but
something happened to me there. No, I'm not sick or dizzy. I just feel warm
and good. It's not what I expected."

    "What did you expect?" Irene asked.

    "I don't know exactly," Bill answered. "I guess I thought it would be
dirty, like an ashtray or something. Yeah, I know you explained that one to me
already. But this is different. It just feels right. I really do like it,
Irene. I like smoking."

    "Bill, most people take a while to get used to smoking...maybe at least a
couple days or so." Irene cautioned. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable
or too dizzy or get an upset stomach or anything. So do you just want to go to
sleep until morning?"

    Bill shook his head. "I'm fine. I think all the smoke in the car the last
couple days really got my system used to it. In fact, Irene, I want more
smoke, and I don't want to wait. It's too good."

    "Bill, that's what I was hoping to hear," said Irene. "Believe me, you are
going to get more smoke, a lot more. I've got a special plan. You will
absolutely love this one!"

    Irene spent the next three minutes talking with Bill and explaining just
what they were going to do. He asked a couple questions, and finally said,
"Irene, this will be good. By the way, do you have a name for this?"

    "Just ask! That's A - S - K. Additive smoking kisses!" laughed Irene. "Who
cares what the name is. Let's get started." It would be a moment she had
fantasized about since her high school days.

    Meg lit a Pall Mall while Bill did the same with a Benson and Hedges
Light. Irene lay on top of Bill, as he began by taking a drag on his B&H. As
he was inhaling, Irene began drawing smoke in from her Pall Mall. Just as she
was ready to inhale, Bill was ready to exhale. He brought his lips up to hers
and blew all of his smoke into her, as Irene used Bill's exhaled smoke to
inhale the smoke in her mouth. Immediately he began drawing on his cigarette
as Irene held the smoke in for a few seconds. Then they joined lips again as
Bill inhaled the smoke in his mouth plus all that had been in Irene's lungs.
He could feel how much thicker the smoke was now, with Irene's Pall Mall
exhale added to his Benson & Hedges inhale, and he was surprised to notice
that he was starting to get hard again. Now it was again Irene's turn to draw
on her cigarette, and as soon as she was ready to inhale, Bill joined lips
with her and breathed the smoke from his lungs back into Irene to chase down
her inhaled smoke from the Pall Mall.

    Bill's cock was now getting much harder, and he decided to take an extra
large draw on his Benson & Hedges. And again, as he inhaled the smoke, Irene
brought her lips into a seal with his, and forceful pumped the heavy smoke
from her lungs deep into Bill's. She could now feel his cock rutting up
against her pussy, which was feeling wetter and hotter than before. "Had
enough smoke, yet, big Bill?" she murmured as she drew a double pump from her
Pall Mall. Bill responded by pulling her lips down to his as he exhaled back
into Irene and immediately returned his Benson & Hedges to his lips to get
more smoke.

    Each time they went back and forth with the smoke, adding a new drag each
time, the smoke got richer and creamier, almost like pudding. And Bill got
harder and bigger while Irene got wetter and hotter. They were now up to six
times going back and forth with the smoke, a dozen drags condensed into a
lungful of luxurious thick smoke. Bill set his cigarette in the bedside
ashtray as he rolled over on top of Irene and thrust deep inside her. Irene
took one final drag on her Pall Mall, inhaled it with the smoke from Bill's
lungs, and then they began funneling the accumulated smoke back and forth
between themselves, lips pressed tightly together, thrusting their pelvises
together in time with the deep breaths of smoke.

    But Bill didn't come to a his climax yet. This was the second time in less
than twenty minutes, and he knew that this time he would last longer. "Irene,"
he said, "give me still more smoke." He slowed his thrusting down while she
reached over and took the double holder, lit a pair of Pall Malls, and drew
heavily. Bill felt the huge ball of smoke tingle his nose before he saw it
roll back through Irene's open mouth and down her throat. She began blowing it
out in a slow, continuous stream, covering his lips and nose, as Bill began
again thrusting harder. Irene took a double pump this time, and offered the
tip of the holder to Bill's lips. He wrapped around the holder and began
sucking in. Surprised at how easily the smoke from the twin Pall Malls entered
his mouth, Bill pulled a huge amount in, and felt his cock reaching a
tremendous climax. He inhaled deeply as Irene once again bathed his face in
smoke, and felt his penis exploding inside her. Irene thrust her hips up
toward him, as she pulled in yet another double pump of smoke, popped it in
front of her mouth, inhaled, and then pulled Bill's lips down to hers so that
she could deliver the pleasure of her rich smoke directly into his lungs.

    Bill felt himself climaxing again as Irene offered him the tip of the
double holder. He dragged more smoke ferociously into his mouth, and as he
pulled the thick creamy smoke down into his lungs, his penis blasted deep into
Irene thrusting vagina.

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    Bill shook his head when he awoke the next morning. "Irene, can it get any
better than this?" he wondered out loud.

    "Oh, yes," Irene replied. "Remember, you are still a beginning smoker,
although I have to admit you're the best beginner I can imagine. But just
wait, Bill, until you've really mastered all the deep smoking methods...which,
believe me, I'm looking forward to teaching you."

    "With pleasure," Bill smiled. "Well, I hope you don't mind if I borrow a
pack of your cigarettes to take with me to work today."

    "They're all yours," Irene said, as she pulled a pack of B&H Lights out of
the carton. "But at the rate we're going, you'll have to bring home another
carton on your way home from work."

    "Hmm," Bill thought. "I think I'll have to make that two cartons, one
Benson & Hedges and the other Pall Malls."

    "And what if someone sees you at the store and asks why you, Bill Molloy,
are buying cigarettes? What then?" teased Irene.

    "I'll just tell them," said Bill, with his jaw jutting out proudly, "that
they are for you and for me, and we love Ôem. I'll maybe suggest that they
give smoking a try."

    There was a knock at the door. "Come in," said Irene.

    Meg entered the room, saying, "Good morning, Mom and Dad. I heard you
talking and I thought I'd stop in to see how you were doing this morning."

    Bill spoke. "I think you' be pleasantly surprised, Meg." He reached onto
the night stand and withdrew a B&H, lit it, and took a big puff.

    "Dad, you're smoking!" exclaimed Meg. "Oh, I'm so excited for you. This is
wonderful."

    "Yes, it is," Bill said as he exhaled a decent steam of smoke out into the
room. "And I sincerely want to express my thanks. Thanks to your mother," he
nodded toward Irene, "who had the courage and the patience to go ahead and
help me learn how to smoke, even though I was kicking and cussing that first
day. And Meg!" He paused and took another puff. "I want to thank you for
getting this all started by smoking on your graduation day."

    "Dad," Meg enthused, "I am really proud of you."

    "And we are both proud of you," said Bill. "Meg, usually a family gives a
gift to a new graduate. But truly, your smoking was a beautiful graduation
gift for our family. And now I can enjoy my graduation gift all day long, for
the rest of my life. That's about as good a gift as anyone could ever give!"

     

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    THE END

    There is an epilogue to the story. Those who enjoy smoking, enjoy watching
women or men smoke, and have enjoyed this story are urged to NOT read the
epilogue. The above story has a delightfully happy ending. The epilogue does
not. You have been warned.

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