The Return of Dr. Blacklung, Part 4

Return of Dr. Blacklung
by slimv2001@yahoo.com

Part 4

Jim sat up in bed as his wife gave him instructions on how to handle the lit
cigarette between her fingers.  He watched intently as she brought it to her
lips and pulled her cheeks tight.  She opened her mouth and exposed a thick
creamy ball of gray smoke that disappeared down her throat.  And then she
pursed her lips into a kiss and blew as smoked poured out in the shape of a
thick funnel.  "It's not as easy as it looks," she warned.

Jim took the cigarette from his wife and looked at it smoldering between his
fingers.  His parents were right down the hall from them.  What would his
mother say if she walked in on them and saw him here with a lit cigarette in
his hand?  The thought of his mother's shocked expression excited him as he
put the cigarette to his lips and pulled.

The smoke was so hot.  He supposed it was from the lack of a filter, but if
Tammy could do it so could he.

"Don't take too big a puff the first couple times," warned Tammy.

Jim took his wife's advice but his lungs were no match for such a serious
cigarette.  He coughed so hard he almost dropped the cigarette in their bed.

He saw his failure reflected in Tammy's face.  "I'm sorry," he said.  "I'll
do better next time."

Tammy took the cigarette from him and finished it off in two huge puffs.
"It's not your fault," she said.  "It's mine.  I never should have given you
my cigarette."

Jim begged Tammy to let him try another cigarette.

"Not until you get used to smoking with filters," she said.  "Go down to the
kitchen and bring back a pack of your mom's Benson & Hedges."

Jim left the bed before she had a chance to change her mind.  He knew the
situation had become serious.  Both his mom's cartons were unopened.  Even an
idiot would know some one stole a pack and his mom was not an idiot.  He
better enjoy tonight because tomorrow there'd be hell to pay.

He opened the carton and took out a pack.  The empty slot with the missing
pack stared back at him, but there was no turning back now.  He didn't stop
by the trashcan to open the pack, instead he made his way upstairs as fast
and quietly as possible.

Tammy was waiting for him in the bed wearing a look of excitement and holding
a lit cigarette.  He handed her the pack and climbed in bed beside her.  His
penis stiffened as Tammy opened the pack and took out a cigarette for him.

"I can't believe we're doing this," she said as she put the cigarette between
Jim's lips.  "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Jim nodded and held still as Tammy lit him up.

"Go easy," she said.  "These are still strong."

They may have been strong but they were oh so gentle compared to Tammy's Pall
Malls.  He repeated the steps Tammy showed him earlier, this time without
coughing.  Tammy was ecstatic as smoke spewed from his mouth.

"You're smoking Honey!"  You're really doing it.  Oh you look so beautiful
when you smoke."

Jim was bursting at the seams with pride as he took another puff, this one a
little deeper than the one before.  Tammy realized she wasn't holding a
cigarette and quickly remedied the situation by allowing her husband to light
her.  They looked and felt like two kids in a candy store.

Jim told her every thing between puffs.  He told her about wanting to smoke
since he was 12 years old.  He told her about not doing it because he was
afraid of his mom.  He told her about thinking he would do it when the two of
them had gotten together but then he thought she wouldn't like him if he
smoked.

Tears of joy ran down Tammy's cheeks as she told him that she had fantasized
about this night since the first day they met.  She told him about feeling
evil for wanting him to smoke and that she had no idea he wanted it too.

"Don't you love it?" she asked.  "Doesn't it make you feel wonderful?"

Jim agreed with her even though he knew he wasn't physically addicted and
there was no way he could experience her pleasure until he developed set of
smoking lungs like hers.  But he knew it would happen soon.

Tammy pushed her husband down and climbed on top.  Jim laid back and watched
as Tammy slid on top of his raging cock.  She took two Pall Malls from her
pack and lit them   simultaneously.  She kept one for her self and placed the
other between Jim's lips.  She rose up and down on top of his shaft.  The
friction felt marvelous and the smoke enhanced the feeling.  

They were too far gone in smoking sex to notice Jim's mother standing in the
doorway, shell-shocked.  She thought she had heard something and decided to
check it out.  At the most she thought there might be something wrong with
her grand daughter.

All she could do was stand and watch as her son and his wife humped and
smoked their way to orgasms.

Jim thought he saw a shadow move across the wall before shooting his load
inside Tammy.  But he was too caught up in his orgasm to give it much
thought.  Tammy followed his lead and screamed.  As she did her cigarette
fell to Jim's chest and singed him before rolling off on the bed.

The scurried to find it before it burned deep into the mattress.  That's
about the time they noticed the open door to their bedroom.  They both
remembered Jim closing it and there it stood wide open.

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