Dr. Blacklung, I Presume?, Part 20

Dr. Blacklung, I Presume
By:  slimv

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Chapter 20:  Swan Song
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Kenny brought the Volvo to a stop, shifted in to park and turned off the
ignition.

She lowered her doe eyes and blew a cloud of smoke through pouted lips.  "Are
you sure you don't mind," she asked?

"It's your first time to o," he said.  "And I don't care what Dr. Avery says.
That room wasn't a honeymoon suite.  Honest to God Katie, if it's OK with
your parents then it's all right with me.  They did say it was OK when you
called them.  Right?"

Katie nodded, took the last puff from the Pall Mall and crushed it out in
consoles over flowing ashtray.  

The front porch lights flickered on as Kenny opened Katie's door.

Bill and Margie O'Hare stood beside Kenny and their daughter asking if they
could help.  Kenny told Bill he could get Katie's overnight bag.  It was in
the back seat.  

"Can you get my cigarettes too," asked Katie?  "There's two cartons by my
suitcase."

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Katie squirmed on the mattress and pushed her back against the pillow that
lay against the headboard.  She watched as Kenny took a Pall Mall from her
pack and placed it between her lips.

Her teddy bear, Mr. Pooka, seemed to wink at her as the light from the table
lamp sparkled against his plastic eyes.  L ionel Richie serenaded them from
the boom box on her dresser as Leonardo DiCaprio glared jealously from his
poster on her wall.

"This is nice," she said as she dipped the tip of her Pall Mall to Kenny's
flame.

She pulled back and inhaled the first puff.  He was mesmerized by her beauty
and innocence.  Despite what she'd been through, she looked radiant tonight.
Her long blonde hair hung like the finest drapery setting off her perfectly
shaped face.  His penis, though hidden under the sheets, throbbed with desire
as he basked in her presence.

She flashed her eyes as the smoke escaped her full and pouting lips.  He
leaned in to kiss her.  As the distanced between their faces closed, a look
of terror and pain arose on her face.  It was warning sign that the volcano
beneath her chest was about to erupt.  He stopped his approach but not soon
enough. Her chest heaved and her mouth opened wide.

Something warm and sticky slammed against his lips and it wasn't Katie's
kiss.  It wasn't the first time she had pummeled him with phlegm and it
probably wouldn't be the last.

"Oh Dear!  Are you OK Honey?"

Katie nodded as her mother wiped the sticky brown mucous from her and Kenny's
faces.  She looked like such a mom with the Kleenex in her hand the Benson &
Hedges dangling from her lips.

It might not have been so bad, but why did she have to spit on the tissue
before rubbing it across his face.  He hated that when his own mother did it
and it didn't sit much better coming from Katie's mom.

Tears rolled down the side of Katie's cheeks as she fought to regain her
composure and quell the cough that had roared out of control.

"Oooh my lungs hurt so bad," said Katie.  "They feel like and elephant's been
walking on them."

"There, there," cooed Margie.  "Just relax and let me rub your back.  That
will make you feel better.  And Kenny you can rub her chest. But keep smoking
while we do it.  Dr. Avery will have our hides if you don't smoke enough
while you'r e here.  Go ahead Kenny.  Don't be embarrassed.  Use both hands."

Margie climbed in to bed behind her daughter and began rubbing Katie's back
while Kenny placed his hands on her breasts and began massaging them gently.

"Harder Kenny.  Rub them harder," pleaded Katie.

He couldn't take his eye off the cigarette as it bobbed up and down between
her lips as she mumbled the words.  Smoke seeped out the cracks of her open
mouth when she talked.  His face was so close to hers that he could feel the
heat from the glowing Pall Mall and the smoke burned his eyes, but he did
what she said and squeezed harder and harder.

His eyes watered.  The double dose of smoke from mother and daughter
overwhelmed his senses.  He thought of some of his friends who would kill to
be where he was now- in bed with a pair of beautiful mother and daughter
smokers.  Of course they didn't understand the damage these two gorgeous
women were doing to them selves.  But something inside him understood what h
is friends must feel as he rubbed Katie's breasts and bathed in the women's
smoke.  

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.  With his back to the door, he
heard the voice of Katie's father asking if every thing was all right.

Margie told him to come in much to Kenny's displeasure, but he tried not to
let it get the best of him as he continued to knead Katie's breasts.

"I think Katie needs another cigarette and I need one too.  My hands are busy
and so are Kenny's.  Would you be a Dear and help us Bill?"

Bill realized at once that what he was seeing wasn't sexual but it was no
less disturbing.  The fact that he found him self getting aroused at the site
of his wife and daughter in bed together smoking was disturbing enough.

He found his daughter's pack of Pall Malls on the bedside table and picked
them up.  "I don't see your Benson & Hedges," he said to his wife.

"Then give me one of Katie's," said Margie.

Bill removed the spent cigarette from his daughter's lip s as she looked up
at him with her soft doe eyes.  He crushed it out in the ashtray and placed a
fresh unfiltered stick between Katie's full lips, and lit her up with the
lighter.  She thanked him with a lung full of smoke in his face.

"Hurry up," said Margie.  "I need one too."

Bill hurriedly removed the Benson & Hedges from his wife's lips and replaced
it with one of Katie's non-filtered Pall Malls.  He lit it and watched as she
inhaled the thick smoke.  The look on her face changed from intent, to
puzzled and finally to awe.  "These Pall Malls are wonderful," she exclaimed!

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"Be careful," said Margie.  "Keep your weight on your hands and not on her
chest."

Kenny nodded as he positioned himself over Katie who smiled at him through
her burning cigarette, coaxing him on with her love.

"You can do it," she said.  "Keep pushing."

He was beginning to feel like a complete idiot.  As a first timer he was
clueless.  He pushed and pushed but time an d time again his penis missed the
mark.  "I can't find your vagina," he said.

Margie exhaled her smoke in a disgusted fashion.  "Let me help," she said as
she got up from her chair.

Kenny closed his eyes and grimaced as he felt Margie take his penis in her
hand and guide it inside Katie's vagina.  He didn't need to hear Katie's moan
of approval to realize he'd made penetration.

Smoke rose from her mouth like a chimney as he rocked his hips against hers.
He felt her adjust underneath him as her ankles hooked around his legs.
Pleasure coursed through his blood as he pushed in and pulled back.  It began
awkwardly at first but soon they found a rhythm.

Not that he'd done this before but he felt the urge to go faster and pump
harder.  But Margie's words kept ringing in his ears.  Not so fast.  Watch
out for her chest.

Margie shed a tear as she watched the glaze of ecstasy roll across her
daughter's eyes.  Her little girl was becoming a woman right in front of her
eyes.  Katie quickly learned to time her inhales and exhales with the rhythm
of Kenny's gentle thrusts.  Her lungs ached with a mixture of pleasure and
pain with each puff of smoke that entered and exited the wasteland beneath
her breasts.

She was smoking so fast and so hard.  Margie could see the Pall Mall burning
down toward her lips a quarter inch at a time.  If she didn't act soon the
Pall Mall would burn down to her lips.

She gingerly removed the hot core from Katie's mouth and replaced it with a
fresh Pall Mall.  She dropped the hot ember in the ashtray without taking the
time to crush it out.  She knelt over her daughter's thrusting body and lit
the Pall Mall.  Katie pulled hard and her cheeks sucked in as smoke raced
into her mouth and down to her waiting lungs.

"Hold it for me mom.  Can you," asked Katie?

Margie pulled up a chair and held the cigarette for her daughter, placing it
between her lips, giving her time to inhale and then removing it for the
exhale.

Having her lips freed allowed Katie to inhale deeper.  The sensation of
aching and pleasure increased.  He exhales became more powerful having
nowhere to go except up against Kenny's face.

He felt like a captain on the bridge, steering his ship through a smoggy wind
as he guided his bow toward the harbor of her soul.

Margie saw the trembling of her daughter's skin and the rippling of her
muscles as they braced for the onslaught of endorphins that would soon
overtake her in orgasm.

She placed the Pall Mall between her daughter's lips for the last time.
"Hold the smoke in your lungs Honey.  Keep it in.  Don't blow it out."

Katie's eyes met her mothers as the Pall Mall met her mouth.  She pulled hard
on the butt, harder and deeper than she had ever pulled before.  She opened
her lips as her mother pulled the cigarette away.  Smoke rushed her lungs and
she shut the door behind it, allowing the thick cloud of tar and carbon
monoxide to smother the useless walls of her lungs.

Nicot ine and endorphins exploded together in a fury against her central
nervous system as the first and only orgasm of her short life took over her
body and her mind.

Kenny felt her kick and quiver beneath him as he continued to pump in a
raging pace to catch up with her.

The neurons in Katie's brain began firing as the oxygen in her gray matter
depleted.  Visions of her life played out in sequence, one after the other as
if she were seeing them not as a memory but as a movie.  

Even in this state of relaxed pre-death, she knew where she was.  She could
still feel Kenny, the love of her life ripping into her.  She felt her mother
by her side and the wonderful smoke had not left her.  It was still in her
lungs where she left it and it felt so warm and wonderful.

She saw her self in her parent's bathroom, sneaking a cigarette when she was
8.  There she was in the woods behind the school, sharing her secret with
Kenny.  The look on her mother's face when she learned of the addic tion made
her heart cry but the sad feeling gave way to joy as a new vision of love and
acceptance of her smoking washed over her.  She remembered being told by her
doctor that she was in the advanced stages of emphysema.  The look on the
children's faces as she recited this memory to them.  The shock on their
faces as they watched her light up.  Had she made a difference?  Will her
life have been lived in vain? 

The light was intense against her face.  It felt so warm and loving and she
reached for it.  And still she felt the thrusting of her lover continue as
she walked toward the light.  She was torn between wanting to go and wanting
to stay.  From above she could see Kenny's nude body as it impaled the
lifeless but warm corpse beneath him that used to be her.

She saw her mother holding the still smoking Pall Mall near her face.  There
were tears in her eyes.  She wanted to tell her mom not to cry because she
felt so good and free of pain.  The door to her bedroom was c racked and she
could make out the face of her father as he witnessed her departure.

She saw the muscles in Kenny's back contract and watched as he threw his head
back and his hips forward.  He was gripped in the same feeling that had
embraced her and she was happy for him.  

She felt her soul begin to dissipate and mix with the smoke in the room as it
trailed off to the light that beckoned them both.  

Margie watched as the smoke trickled from her dead daughter's lips.  She had
held her inhale to the end.

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