The Return of Dr. Blacklung, Part 3

Return of Dr. Blacklung
by slimv2001@yahoo.com

Part 3

Jim sat in their bed with his erect penis hidden under the sheet as Tammy
made her way to the bed with cigarette in hand.  Like her mother, she looked
older than her age.  She was only 18 but smoking had added a decade to her
skin.

It was all he could to keep from exploding under the sheets when Tammy kissed
him with her smoked tongue.  Her unfiltered kisses burned deep against his
taste buds.  The smell of smoke clinging to her long brown hair was
stimulating.

Tammy put out her cigarette and allowed Jim to light a fresh one for her
before lying back against her pillow.  Her body quivered as his lips made
their way across her body and stopped on her vagina.  This was the only place
on her body that didn't smell like smoke.

Her raised his eyes and peeked over her pubic hair as he massaged her clit
with his tongue.  Thick plumes of smoke rose from her mouth and nose.  This
was a wedding gift from Tammy's mother.  She had endowed Tammy with all the
knowledge she had gained from smoking with her husband during sex.  Five
cigarettes later Tammy exploded in his mouth.

Jim wiped his mouth with the sheet and climbed on top of her as she lit
another cigarette.  He made penetration and increased the distance between
his face and Tammy's hot cigarette by extending his arms.  Not only did this
protect his face from being burned but it also kept his weight off Tammy's
chest and allowed her to inhale deeply on the satisfying smoke.  Of course
there was no getting around Tammy's exhales.  Every puff of smoke from
Tammy's lungs smashed against his face as he pumped her vagina full of semen.
And he loved it.

Jim rolled off his wife and sat up so he could light her next cigarette.  Her
face was illuminated by the lighter's flame but continued to glow as she
consumed her after sex smoke.  He kissed her on the cheek and told her she
was beautiful.

The burning non-filtered cigarette looked very natural resting between her
nicotine stained fingers.  He wondered if she would think one looked natural
resting between his.

Tammy was a smoking martyr but she was much more honest about her feelings
toward her addiction than either of their mothers.  The abduction it self had
terrorized her but she had fond memories of her homecoming.  

Jim loved to hear her stories about her first couple days back home.  At nine
years old, she knew she shouldn't be smoking.  The idea of her parents seeing
her with a cigarette both terrorized and excited her.  She couldn't believe
it when her father lit her cigarette and told her how happy he was to have
his little girl back home.

Smoking cigarettes at such a young and tender age made her feel special and
important.  Jim remembered seeing her and her mom on the David Letterman show
about a week after she came home.  He remembered taping it and jacking off to
the images of a mother and her daughter smoking their heads off.  He had told
Tammy about taping it but not about the jacking off part, although he thought
she might understand.

His thoughts were disturbed the sounds of their baby crying.  He got up and
brought their daughter back to bed so Tammy could feed her.  As he did
downstairs, he managed her burning cigarette as their daughter drank up
Tammy's smoky milk.

When Tammy finished she handed their daughter back to Jim and asked him to
get her another pack of cigarettes from the kitchen.

Jim opened the door to the pantry.  One shelf was devoted entirely to
cigarettes.  There were two cartons of his mom's Benson & Hedges and 30
cartons of Tammy's Pall Malls.  Each one had been individually gift wrapped
as Christmas presents from her parents. He realized he was staring at over
$1,000 worth of unfiltered tobacco.

He unwrapped the gift paper and removed two red packs of Pall Malls from the
carton.  These were serious cigarettes.  Before heading back upstairs he
paused by the trashcan and removed the cellophane from one of the packs.  He
tore away the foil and held the open pack to his nose.  His penis stiffened
at the aroma.

There was a lighter lying on the counter and he considered trying one but
reasoned that Tammy would notice the missing cigarette.  He couldn't get over
how heavy the packs felt in his hands.  He didn't see his mother standing in
the doorway.  He jumped when she said his name.

He tried not to look guilty holding the Pall Malls.  After all, it wasn't as
if he had smoked one.  He knew it was silly but he halfway thought his mother
could read his mind.  His mother lifted a lit cigarette to her lips and
giggled through her exhale.

"What's so funny?" asked Jim.

"You," she said.  "You look so funny holding Tammy's cigarettes.  My heart
stopped for a second when I saw you holding them.  But its nothing Honey.
You better get back up stairs with those before Tammy has a seizure."

Jim kissed his mother goodnight and headed back up stairs to his room.

Tammy looked miffed as he closed the door behind him.  "What took you so
long?" she asked.  "I ran out of cigarettes two or three minutes ago."

"I'm sorry," said Jim as he handed her the cigarettes and climbed in bed.  "I
ran into my mother downstairs."

"Light me," said Tammy.  It was important to Tammy that Jim light her
cigarettes whenever it was humanly possible because it made her feel approved
of.

Jim lit his wife and kissed her on the cheek telling her she was beautiful.
But that didn't stop the tears from running down her cheek.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm so sorry Jim.  I'm so sorry you have to see me this way.  I must look
like some kind of monster- some fire breathing dragon.  You deserve so much
better than me.  My mom was right.  You shouldn't have married me.  You
should have married a girl who didn't smoke and I should have married a
smoker".

"Quit talking like that", said Jim.  "I love you more than any thing.  You
know I'd do any thing for you."

"Any thing?" asked Tammy.

"Yes," said Jim.  "I'd do any thing for you."

Tammy picked up the pack of open Pall Malls from nightstand and held them in
her hand like a gun.  "Would you start smoking for me?"

Jim felt his heart stop.  This couldn't be happening.  "Will you teach me how
to smoke?" he asked.

"Oh Jim!  I can't believe you'll do this.  You're incredible.  I love you so
much," she screamed as she threw her arms around him being careful not to
burn him.

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