Test Subject, Part 13

Author's note:  The following story is satire, and is not intended to, in any
sense, impugn the fine folks at big tobacco companies who, no doubt, put
their customers best interests ahead of their profits.  

The author does not necessarily condone the use of tobacco, by adults or
minors, nor the use of illegal substances, nor masturbation, nor
participation in lesbian sex, nor any other morally questionable practice
depicted in the story.  Later parts of the story contain graphic sexual
language, and are not suitable for underage readers.  
Any resemblance to smoking fetish fiction is purely accidental.  
All other imaginable disclaimers apply.

Test Subject
Part 13: "Cynthia's story."

"I suppose," Cynthia began, "I should begin my little story by telling you
about my first cigarette."

"How old were you when you started?" For whatever reason, it was a question
that Maureen was always curious to ask when the subject of first cigarettes
came up in conversations with other smokers. She took a bold pull on her
Allure cigar and performed a long French inhale as she lay her head down on
Cynthia's naked lap and gazed up at her.

"Well- let's just say I was old enough to know better, but not old enough to
realize all of the consequences," Cynthia replied after blowing out her
latest puff of cigar smoke. 

"Anyway, back to my story. A little bit of background is maybe in order. My
mother smoked, a lot, and she worked for a big tobacco company. I probably
shouldn't tell you which one, not that it really matters anyway. At the time
I didn't know exactly what she did for the company, though I was soon to find
out. 

"She was a single mother, because she had gotten pregnant with me at a very
early age, and my young father split on us. However, she was very bright,
extremely bright I would say, and she persevered in school while my
grandparents helped raise me, and after she got her degree in chemistry she
went right to work for the company and made good money."

"Is she still alive?" Maureen asked, politely, as she began to fidget on
Cynthia's lap.

"Very much so," Cynthia replied, smiling. "She was very pleased when I called
her to discuss hiring you as a test subject."

Maureen was surprised to learn that Cynthia's mother was involved with A.T.C.
"I guess it really is a family business," she said, returning the doctor's
smile after taking a long hit off of her cigar. 

"Well, to continue, the day I started my love affair with nicotine, I came
home to find my mother back early from work, and clearly upset, though giving
no outward sign other than smoking even more than usual. I was a brat, in
many ways, and even though I knew that the tobacco company was putting bread
on the table, I had constantly nagged her to quit, while she just shined me
on.

"After she had lit up her umpteenth cigarette in a row, I felt irritated at
her, and said, `Isn't it enough that you expose me to your shitty smelling
smoke? Do you have to smoke this much? Why don't you just quit already?' Or
some words to that effect. All I really remember is that I consciously tried
to be nasty towards her.

"Something in her snapped. It must have, or else she wouldn't have done what
she proceeded to do. Very deliberately, she took a deep inhale, held it for a
few seconds while she considered the course of action she was taking, and
exhaled in my direction. Even though I ragged on her smoking, I have to admit
that it also fascinated me, and seeing the deep satisfaction with which she
smoked had an effect.

"She said, sweetly, `I'd maybe consider quitting, honey, if you knew what you
were talking about.'

"And I said, `What are you talking about?'

"She replied, `You've given me grief for my smoking for years, and I've taken
it for years, yet, you've never been on the other side of the fence. I've
been a non-smoker before, and I've even been an ex-smoker before, but you've
never even tried it. You don't know both sides, and so you can't have an
objective opinion.' She took another deep inhale, her chest heaving upward,
and continued, `So please lay off of the guilt trip. I don't need it,
especially right now.'"

With another puff, Maureen's cigar glowed orange in the early morning light
that had just begun to illuminate the room. "I don't understand. Was she
asking you to try a cigarette?" She listened with rapt attention as Cynthia
continued her narrative.

"It turned out that was exactly what she was doing, without explicitly saying
so just yet. I asked her for clarification, saying, `So what you're saying is
that I can't criticize you for smoking so much because I've never tried it.
That's nonsense.'

"Yet, despite my words, my curiosity was piqued, and somehow my mom could
tell. `I tell you what.' She paused, maybe looking for the right words, and
maybe wrestling somehow within her conscience. She took another drag, which
seemed to help her form her words and set her resolve. `Try a cigarette with
me right now. Just one. Then, after you've seen the other side, if you ask me
again to quit, I'll do my best. I can't make any promises other than to try,
but I'll really work hard at it.'"

As Maureen listened to the story, spellbound, she accelerated her intake of
cigar smoke, and suddenly found herself fighting off an irrational desire to
masturbate. For reasons she did not yet fully understand, the story of how
Cynthia picked up her habit was making her horny.

"My mother's offer immediately attracted me, since it gave me an excuse to
try something that some part of me had secretly wanted to do. I looked up at
her, just as she was inhaling smoke with scarcely concealed delight. `It's
ok,' she said. `Just try one with me, and then we can make up our minds from
there about whether I should quit.' 

I nodded my head in assent, and my mom removed a long, all-white cigarette
from a pack without any markings. I reached out my hand, and took it."

"Was it an Allure cigarette?" Maureen shifted positions on the bed, and
pulled up the covers, feigning coldness. Underneath the covers, she spread
her legs apart, and began softly and discretely touching herself with her
free hand, while with her other hand she pumped her cigar smoke even more
rapidly inside her chest. 

Cynthia climbed under the covers too, and gently displaced the hand Maureen
had underneath the sheets with her own as she spoke. "You guessed it," she
said, as she began petting her friend. "It was an earlier, mid 1980's version
of the tobacco strain we are today bringing ever closer to perfection. Still,
it proved to be highly effective at inducing rapid addiction.

"I remember feeling my heart resounding within my chest as I brought my first
cigarette to my lips. I felt scared, and excited all at once. My mom said,
`Just suck the filter, and when your mouth is full, breathe it in.' I
trembled slightly, as I leaned towards the light that my mom then offered me,
and lit up for my first time." 

Maureen finished the nub of her cigar, and put it out, as Cynthia stroked her
sex tenderly. Maureen helped herself to one of the luxury length Allure
cigarettes still on the nightstand, and lit it immediately up. "Tell me
more," she cried, after inhaling, as she began to return Cynthia's
attentions.

"As I pulled the smoke into my mouth, I was surprised that it didn't taste
anything like it smelled. On the contrary, it tasted very pleasant. I
followed my mother's instructions and pulled on the cigarette until my mouth
was full, and then, not knowing what to expect, I inhaled for my first time."

As Cynthia pronounced the words, "I inhaled for my first time," Maureen drew
a thick cloud of smoke into her lungs, and sighed deeply as Cynthia's fingers
danced inside her open vagina. Maureen poked her own fingers inside Cynthia,
who began rhythmically moving her hips up and down as she continued speaking.

"I expect that almost every smoker remembers his or her first inhale. It is
always a defining moment, the first time the smoke enters your pink lungs,
and your brain becomes acquainted with nicotine. Most people cough the first
time, or feel sick to their stomachs, yet they continue to smoke because,
despite these physical effects, the nicotine begins to affect their brain's
pleasure centers, and the seeds of a lifelong addiction are planted."

"Yes," Maureen half-agreed, half moaned. "Oh yes."

Cynthia finished her cigar, and lit up her own long Allure cigarette before
she resumed her story. "In my case, I neither coughed, nor felt nauseous.
Instead, I felt instantly wonderful, really, really fabulous, as I'm now sure
my mother knew I would. You can relate somewhat from your first Allure
cigarette, but it wasn't the same because you already smoked. Your sister
probably would understand best, though what she felt far surpassed the
pleasure I experienced that first time. 

"I smiled as I exhaled. I couldn't help myself, since it felt so very good.
Right away, I took another drag, and sucked that one down too, deep into my
chest. I don't have to explain to you how it felt. We both know the feeling
well. We can't get enough of it."

Maureen inhaled another thick cloud from her pleasure stick. "Yes, I need
more. More nicotine." As she exhaled, she added, "And I need you to fuck me,
right now."

Cynthia never broke stride in her story, even as she reached over to the
nightstand, and removed a large, strap on dildo. She calmly continued her
speech. "I kept inhaling smoke, more and more, right there with my mom
watching, and I decided that I had been wrong to criticize her."

Cynthia strapped on the prosthetic dick, slipped it inside Maureen, and began
riding her. She bounced up and down on Maureen, and in and out of her, with
almost ferocious fervor, as both of the women chuffed smoke in and out of
their mouths and lungs. She waited until she sensed the inevitable climax
building in her friend, and then she said, "And when I finished that first
cigarette, I decided to join her; to take her habit and make it my own. I was
glad I had started smoking." 

"Oh, me too. Me too. I wouldn't quit now for anything," Maureen trumpeted,
taking multiple drags before sucking the contents of those drags through her
respiratory tract into her body. Down below, her vagina pulsated as the
orgasm seized her.

The strikingly beautiful blonde woman smiled, taking a drag, inhaling
quickly, and then blowing it in the face of the younger brunette. "And that,
my dear, is how I started smoking."

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