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Lori Joins the Swim Team by Kool Guy Lori extracted another cigarette from the nearly empty pack in her purse. She had one more unopened pack after that was gone. "God," she thought, "I hope this will be enough to last me until I get home this afternoon." Lori tried to make sure she always had at least two full packs of cigarettes in her purse. She couldn't bear the thought of running out. Lori had been smoking three packs of full-flavored Marlboro Reds per day for over two years now. She loved to smoke. It aroused her to think of how much tar she had built up inside her lungs in such a short period of time. It aroused her even more to think of all the tar she would add to the tar already there, how it would become a permanent part of her wonderful lungs. This was her senior year of high school. She couldn't wait to graduate so she would have more time to smoke. The hardest part of school was sitting through an entire class without being able to smoke. Her hands were usually shaking by the end of each class. Lori placed the cigarette into her mouth. She loved the feel of the firm round filter between her lips. This feeling alone was enough to make her moist, but it paled in comparison to the feeling she got when a deep, full drag of tar-enriched cigarette smoke came rushing down her esophagus and into her craving lungs. As she flicked the little wheel on her Bic lighter, she exhaled heavily through her nose to create a near-vacuum inside her already blackened lungs. She then touched the end of the flame to her cigarette. She heard the crackle and pop of the tiny burning tobacco flakes as the force from Lori's long, deep draw pulled the flame inward. With her cheeks deeply indented, she removed her cigarette and opened her mouth. For an instant a large, thick, creamy ball of rich, toxic smoke appeared to stand still in her mouth. Then her internal vacuum took over. Lori's entire chest began to expand as the ball of smoke was sucked down her throat and into her beautiful dark lungs. The force of her inhale was so great that she could feel the smoke saturating every cell of her foul-smelling lung tissue. Lori was chaining her third cigarette of the ten-minute break between her first- and second-hour classes. As she held her first drag deep down in her unhealthy air passages, she prepared for her second drag. She exhaled very lightly through her nose, just enough to release the inevitable oxygen which was pulled into her lungs with her first drag, but not enough to release any of the nicotine-rich cloud of orgasmic joy. Her second drag was every bit as long and deep as her first one. She could feel the smoke mixing with the smoke from her first drag as a shudder rippled through her body. The third drag of Lori's patented triple-pump was the deepest one of all. The tip of her cigarette glowed brightly for a full twenty seconds before she inhaled the large lung-bucketful of poisonous toxins deep into her overtaxed organs of inhalation. She was holding her book bag between her legs as she slowly rubbed her pussy back and forth against the binding of her American history book. Lori frequently became so aroused from her own smoking during these between-class cigarette breaks that she would go into one of the toilet stalls and masturbate. While dangling her cigarette from her full, sensuous lips she would pull her panties down, pinch her hard nipples with her left hand, and reach up into her warm, wet vagina with her right hand. She could often bring herself to climax two, even three, times in the time it took her to smoke one cigarette. Lori was just about to head into a toilet stall when she saw a notice on the restroom wall. It said that tryouts for the girls' swimming team would be held at the pool that night after school. Lori had always been a good swimmer. Her father had taught her to swim as a little girl. Her family had a pool in their backyard and Lori's parents had been fanatical about making sure that Lori could swim before they let her out in the backyard alone. Lori would often spend summer afternoons swimming laps in her pool. She believed that it was her years of swimming that had allowed her to become such a prolific smoker. Her once pink, spongy lungs had become so well-developed from swimming that Lori could inhale more smoke, and hold it in longer, than anyone else in her group of friends who smoked. Yes, Lori's lungs, now black and brittle, were wonderful, indeed. As Lori was reading the notice on the wall she heard a whiny nasal voice behind her say, "Ha! What are YOU doing reading THAT, Lori? You can't swim. You smoke too much!" It was Suzi Matthews, the resident stuck-up bitch and captain of the girls' swim team. Lori turned to Suzi with a look of complete and utter disregard and exhaled the entire contents of her sensuous black lungs, which were still holding the triple-pump from Lori's nearly exhausted cigarette, directly into Suzi's face. Suzi started gagging and ran out of the restroom screaming, "You bitch! You fucking bitch!" Lori took one last long, deep drag from her little lover and flicked him into the toilet. She said, "Be careful, my cancer-causing friend, you might drown!" Smoke was pouring from Lori's nostrils as she walked down the hall toward her second-hour class. As the hour dragged by Lori thought about how much she wanted a cigarette. She also thought about the swim team. She had no desire to actually join the swim team. That would take too much time away from her most important extra-curricular activity, smoking. But she wanted to do something to show up that bitch, Suzi Matthews. As she thought about it she cleared her throat in that wonderful gurgly way that had become her trademark. She then coughed just hard enough to force up a rubbery wad of lung phlegm from the deepest recesses of her already deteriorating lungs. She didn't swallow the phlegm ball. She let it slide around in her mouth as her tongue turned it over and over. She could taste the nicotine that had saturated her phlegm just as it saturated every one of her bodily secretions. The burning taste of the nicotine was wonderful and provided Lori a momentary respite from her now desperate craving for cigarettes. As the bell rang to signal the end of second hour Lori swallowed hard and rushed for the restroom. As Lori stepped off the school bus she broke into a sprint toward her house. By the time she reached her front door she was panting. By the time she had made it upstairs to her bedroom she was emitting a hoarse, rapid wheezing sound. She pulled open her bureau drawer and pulled out an unopened carton of cigarettes. She took a fresh pack from the carton and plopped back on her bed with her legs dangling over the side of the bed. Lori had finished her last cigarette on the school bus. She was desperate for another one. She quickly pulled off the little strip and removed the top of the cellophane wrapper. Lori loved the feel of a fresh pack of cigarettes. She would often slide the smooth shiny surface of the pack back and forth against her breasts as she masturbated with a cigarette dangling from her lips. There was no time for that now, though. She carefully inserted the fingernail of her index finger underneath the foil and tore it off in a neat little square. She then tapped the open end of the pack against her fist and shook loose a fresh, new cigarette. The first cigarette from a new pack was always the best, she thought. She was almost drooling by the time she placed the cigarette between her lips and lit up. As the smoke started making its way down her brown-speckled esophagus, and precious nicotine started flowing through her constricted blood vessels, Lori started rubbing her pussy with the palm of her hand. "This must be what heaven is like," she thought. After three more cigarettes, Lori was feeling normal again. She grabbed her bathing suit and a towel, stuffed them into her duffel bag, along with three packs of cigarettes, the one she had just opened, and two new ones, and headed back to school. As Lori approached the pool she saw Mr. Stickel, the swimming coach, barking instructions to the other girls who were lined up along the edge of the pool. In addition to serving as the girls' swimming Coach, Mr. Stickel was a biology teacher. Lori was in his fourth hour biology class. "Oh my God!" shouted Suzi. "Mr. Stickel! Look at Lori! She's smoking a cigarette!" Mr. Stickel turned around to see Lori with her full, round breasts barely concealed by her two-piece string bikini and a cigarette dangling from her lips. He cleared his throat and said, "Lori, you can't wear a suit like that on the swim team. It's a little too, uh, revealing. You'll have to change into a one-piece. And, I'm afraid there's no smoking allowed in here." In her best little girl voice Lori said, "Oh! I'm so sorry, Mr. Stickel. I'll put it out right away." She took one final long, deep drag and dropped the burning butt to the floor where she crushed it out with her bare foot. Mr. Stickel moved his clipboard down and held it in front of his crotch. Lori said, "This is the only bathing suit I have. Couldn't I wear this today, please? I promise to bring the right one next time." Mr. Stickel's face began to flush. He said, "Well, all right, but just for today." Lori knew she could twist Mr. Stickel around her little finger. He had caught her smoking on numerous occasions. Usually he would take her into his office and give her long lectures on the evils of smoking, but lately he had become much more tolerant. Just the previous week he had caught Lori in the school parking lot smoking a cigarette when she was supposed to be in study hall. Lori saw him and said, "You caught me again, Mr. Stickel. I'll put it out." "No, no, no!" said Mr. Stickel. "You don't have to do that. You see, uh, technically, the parking lot is not on school grounds, so I can't order you to stop smoking. In fact, to tell you the truth, I came out here to have a cigarette myself. It gets so stuffy in the teachers' smoking lounge. Why don't you light up another one and I'll join you!" Lori was only too happy to comply as she watched the noticeable bulge in Mr. Stickel's pants. Suzi screamed, "She can't join the swim team! She smokes! She can't even swim one lap!" "I can kick your ass with one lung tied behind my back," quipped Lori. "You bitch!" shouted Suzi. "You couldn't beat me in a million years." "Put your money where your mouth is. Let's have a race," said Lori. "What a laugh! I'm not racing you, you wheezing, smelly, old smokestack!" "OK, here's the deal," said Lori in her throaty voice. We swim four laps--you against me. If you win, I'll leave and that will be the end of my swimming career. If I win, I'm on the swim team and you have to get down on your hands and knees and kiss my ass in front of the entire team." "You're crazy! You can't do that! Right, Mr. Stickel?" "Hmmm," said Mr. Stickel. "You're not afraid of a little challenge from a 'wheezing, smelly, old smokestack', are you?" The clipboard was still firmly in place over his crotch. "From her?" shouted Suzi. "Of course not! She could never even finish four laps." "Well, I think it's a good idea," said Mr. Stickel. "What do you think, girls?" The rest of the team thought it was a great idea. They all hated Suzi, anyway. She was such a stuck-up little bitch. They wanted to see Lori humiliate Suzi. Suzi realized she was backed into a corner. She had to accept Lori's challenge or she would look like a chickenshit stuck-up little bitch. She reluctantly agreed. Mr. Stickel said, "OK, ladies. We'll begin the race in five minutes. Go ahead and prepare yourselves." Suzi went over to her belongings and pulled out her bathing cap and a pair of goggles. She tucked her hair up inside of her bathing cap and put on the goggles. Then she sat down and started doing a few stretching routines. Lori went over to her duffel bag and lit up a cigarette. Lori was trying to smoke fast. She wanted to make sure she would have time for one more cigarette before the race began. She didn't care who saw her smoking. She knew Mr. Stickel wouldn't say anything. Not now! "Time's up, ladies! Take your positions," shouted Mr. Stickel. They would use the two middle lanes, Lori on the left and Suzi on the right. "On your marks!" yelled Mr. Stickel. Each girl crouched down into the diving position. "Get set!" Lori pulled up her cupped hand which had been concealing a half-smoked lit cigarette. She took one final enormous drag and flicked her cigarette into the pool directly in front of Suzi. "Go!" As Lori jumped in with smoke pouring from her nostrils she could hear Suzi screaming, "Ewwww! Gross! You bitch! You fucking bitch!" The first lap wasn't too bad for Lori. She had a fairly comfortable lead over Suzi. But midway through the second lap she could feel a burning sensation deep in her chest. By the beginning of the third lap she was really in trouble. Lori has emitting a deep, hoarse rasping sound. She was having trouble catching her breath. She was still ahead of Suzi, but Suzi was gaining rapidly! Somehow Lori kept going! Her head was buzzing and spinning. Her heart was beating rapidly. She thought her lungs would explode. As she approached the final turn, Lori was hyperventilating. She could not catch her breath. She felt like she was going to black out. She was starting to swallow huge mouthfuls of water. Somehow she managed the final turn. As her head popped out of the water, she turned it toward Suzi's lane and let loose with a large mass of dark brown vomit. The vomit formed a thick floating puddle on the surface of the water. As Lori pushed off the wall with her feet she could hear Suzi screaming, "Oh my God! How disgusting! You fucking bitch! You mother-fucking bitch!" As Suzi was spitting out brown chunky bits of nicotine-flavored vomit, Lori was pulling away. Releasing the vomit had seemed to clear her head. She felt a sudden surge of energy. If she could just make it to the finish line! Each breath Lori took sent a searing pain through her rasping throat and burning chest. She was wheezing heavily! God, how she wanted a cigarette! The thought seemed to stimulate her, and, with a final burst, Lori lunged for the finish line. As her hand touched the wall, everything went black. Lori opened her eyes to find Mr. Stickel with his mouth over hers. With a quick reflexive action, her knee jerked up into his nuts and she pushed him off of her. He doubled over in agony. Lori stood up and shook her head to clear the cobwebs. Her throat was so sore she could barely speak. In a raspy whisper she said, "What happened?" "You did it, Lori! You kicked Suzi's ass!" shouted the other girls. "Suzi ran out of here crying. You blacked out and Mr. Stickel started giving you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation." "I never realized the tongue was used during mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Is that your own technique, Mr. Stickel?" said Lori as she gave him another swift kick to the testicles. Mr. Stickel was now groaning and moaning loudly as he rolled around on the floor. As Lori walked away from him a smile crossed her face as she realized, "At least I'll be able to smoke in Mr. Stickel's biology class, now. He won't dare say a God damn thing to me!" Lori walked over to her duffel bag and pulled out her cigarettes. She had never needed a cigarette so badly. She lit up and took a long, deep, satisfying drag. She held the smoke in as she added a second, third, and, yes, a fourth drag on top of the first one. It was the rare quadruple-pump. Lori could feel the thick toxic smoke coating the insides of her sticky, tar-covered, blackened lungs. She held the smoke in until it felt as if it had permeated right through her lungs and into the rest of her tingling body. Lori had lost a lot of her hard-earned tar back in the pool. She was anxious to replace it! The rest of the girls ran up to Lori. One said, "Welcome to the team, Lori!" Lori said, "Girls, I'm afraid my swimming days are over. These old lungs of mine are not what they used to be." Truer words were never spoken. For, with each drag, with each lung-saturating inhale, with each new coating of tar and nicotine-saturated particles, Lori's lungs became more and more glorious. |
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