The Hunger, Part 4

The Hunger Part 4

   The next morning, the girls slept till almost noon, making the most of
their recent orgasm of nicotine.  By lunch time, they were once again
gathered around the kitchen table, all three of them starving.  After lunch,
Laura said, "I guess it's time for our daily drag.  Shall I go get another
Carlton?"

   Excitedly, Beth replied, "Yes, please do!!  That More last night was
wonderful, but I'm empty again!!!"  Laura had just risen from the table when
all three girls were startled by a sudden noise.  The phone!!

   "Hey!," said Leanne, "The phone must be working again!!!"

   As Laura ran to answer it, the only phone being in the living room, Beth
giggled, "Brilliant deduction, Sherlock."  In a few minutes Laura was back, a
Carlton clenched between her pretty lips, smiling from ear to ear, with one
hand held behind her back.

   "Who was on the phone?" asked Leanne.  Ignoring the question, Laura took a
long cheek hollowing drag, removed the cigarette and inhaled, then took
another long drag.

   "HEY!!!" shouted Beth, "No fair!!!  You said no double drags!!!"

   With exhaled smoke punctuating her every word, Laura said, "That was
before the phone rang."  She took another long drag before adding, "That was
the road department.  They should be here within a couple of hours.  Anyone
want to help me celebrate?"  She pulled her hand from behind her back to
reveal that she was holding the two remaining cigarettes.

   "ME!!! ME!!!" erupted Beth, grabbing one of the cigarettes and lighting it
furiously.

   "Count me in," smiled Leanne, taking the other cigarette and lighting it.
The room was quiet and soon filled with smoke, as the three girls took drag
after drag without pause, getting as much nicotine as possible from the light
cigarettes.

   When the cigarettes were finished, Laura said, "Now, we need to get packed
so we'll be ready when they get here."

   By 4 PM, the girls were still sitting in the living room waiting for their
rescuers.  "Where can they be?" asked Beth, once again getting irritable.

   "They'll be here," said Laura.  "We just have to be patient."

   "Let's talk," said Leanne, in her usual chipper mood.  "Beth, what's your
favorite cigarette?" she asked.

   "Mores Menthol, of course.  You know that.  That's a stupid question,"
retorted Beth.

   Ignoring the insult, Leanne said, "No, no, that's not what I mean.  I mean
like the one after eating, the first one in the morning, like that."

   Taking a deep breath and trying to relax, Beth said, "Oh, sorry.  I guess
I'd have to say..." she hesitated, "Ummm, I'd have to say...SEX!!!"

   "Oh yeah," smiled Leanne, "having a cigarette after sex IS good."

   With an evil grin, Beth replied, "Not after, Dearie.  During."

   With a gasp, Leanne said incredulously, "You smoke DURING sex?  Doesn't
your boyfriend Mike mind?"

   Beth giggled, "Mind?  Oh please.  Watching me smoke gets him hotter than a
three alarm fire.  I honestly believe I could make him come without ever
touching him, just by letting him watch the way I smoke."

   Still astounded, Leanne said, "I've never heard of anything like that,
have you, Laura?"

   Grinning, Laura said, "Ohhhhh yeah.  My boyfriend Tom is the same way,
although his, what is it they call it...ummmm...fetish is a little different.
In fact, if he had been with us on this trip, he'd be worn out by now."

   "What do you mean?" asked Leanne.  "We haven't been smoking that much,
though we would have liked to."

   "That's exactly what I mean," laughed Laura.  "He gets hot from seeing
women absolutely desperate for a cigarette.  He'd be coming constantly if he
were here, especially when we took our drags so voraciously.  And the Mores
might have killed him," she laughed.  "He enjoys torturing me, hiding my
cigarettes from me until I beg."

   "Doesn't that make you mad?" asked Beth.

   "Well," replied Laura, "it can get irritating, but I guess I can't
complain.  After all, his fetish gave me the most intense orgasm I have ever
experienced."

   "How so?" asked Leanne.

   "Well," said Laura, "nicotine acts on the pleasure center of the brain,
right?  And that's where orgasms occur as well."

   "If you say so," said Beth.  "You're the nurse, after all."

   "Right," nodded Laura with a smile.  "Anyway, he had me go without smoking
for two days.  I was climbing the walls.  Studies have shown that most of the
time the craving for nicotine peaks about 48 hours after a smoker quits.  So
after two days he tied me to the bed.  Then he proceeded to take a cigarette
and let me smell it.  He put it between my lips without lighting it.  I
dragged on that thing till I was light headed, but couldn't get any nicotine
out of it.  Then he took it from me and lit it and proceeded to smoke it in
front of me, blowing smoke in my face.  I was screaming for a drag.  At the
same time, he was licking my nipples and my clit, arousing me sexually.  Just
as the orgasm hit, just as I was coming, he put the lit cigarette between my
lips and let me take a furious drag.  I'll swear, girls, the orgasm curled my
toes."

   "Wow" was all Beth could say.  Then she added, "I would say that I'm going
to have to try that, but two days without a cigarette?  I don't know."

   "Believe me," laughed Laura, "it's worth it.  And you know how hooked I
am.  I mean, I certainly wouldn't want to do it real often, but for that
special night, it's worth it."

   By 8 o'clock that evening, the girls were still waiting, and getting more
desperate by the minute.  Jumpy and irritable from the building withdrawal,
the girls were again startled by the ringing phone.  Angrily, Laura snatched
up the receiver and bellowed, "HELLO!!"

   "Ummmm, uhhhh, Miss Parker?" muttered the voice of an older man on the
line.

   "Yeah," Laura snapped.  "Who's this?"

   "This is Jeb Mynatt from the road department.  I spoke with you earlier
today, I think."

   Suddenly the voice of her grandmother crossed Laura's mind.  "Never
forget, my sweet Laura.  You catch more bees with honey than with vinegar."
Taking a deep breath to compose herself, Laura said sweetly, "Oh yes, Mr.
Mynatt.  Please forgive my tone.  I didn't realize it was you.  I was afraid
you had forgotten us.  You are still coming, right?  You'll be here any time
now, won't you?"

   "Well, yes...I mean no...I mean," stammered Mr. Mynatt.

   A sickening fear gripped Laura's heart as she said, "Exactly what do you
mean, Mr. Mynatt?  You are still coming, aren't you?  There are three
desperate young women up here."

   "Well sure we're coming," he assured her.  "It...ummm...it just won't be
tonight."

   "Oh dear lord," sobbed Laura.  "Why not?  I thought you were coming today.
If we had only known, we wouldn't have..."

   "I'm really sorry about that, Miss Parker.  I truly am.  We surely did
try.  But you see, there was a big snow slide off the mountain that closed
the road again.  By the time we could get enough snow plows back in there to
clear it, the sun had gone down and everything had started to ice over again.
I'm afraid we won't be able to get that road cleared until the sun comes up
tomorrow."

   Sighing and on the verge of some serious tears, Laura said, "Well, it's
going to be one long miserable night, but I guess first thing tomorrow
morning is the best we can do."

"Well, it won't exactly be first thing even then, I'm afraid," said Mr.
Mynatt apologetically.  "You see, we'll have to wait until the sun has been
up a while and started to melt the snow, then it will take a while to clear
it away.  I'm afraid it will be at least tomorrow afternoon before we could
get there."  At this the tears really started, and she tried to answer but
couldn't speak intelligibly.  Noticing her despair, Mr. Mynatt said, "Listen,
Miss Parker, just as soon as that road is clear, I'll make sure that my own
son Lou comes straight to your place.  There are other folks stranded up your
way, but we have other people who can see to them.  You know, you really do
sound desperate.  I'll bet you little ladies are starving.  Tell you what.
When I send Lou up there, I'll just send along a care package.  Chicken,
ribs, burgers, pizza, you name it.  What would you like?"

   Suddenly Laura found her voice.  "Oh really, Mr. Mynatt?  Would you
really?  Oh thank the Lord."

   "Why sure I would, little darling," chuckled Mr. Mynatt.  "Just name your
poison."

   "Well, Mr. Mynatt, you dear, dear man, we've actually got plenty of food,
but we're all absolutely stone cold crazy for cigarettes!!!" blurted Laura.
"These past few days have been one interminably long nicotine fit.  We'll
need a carton of Marlboro 100's, a carton of More enthol 120's and..."

   Interrupting, Leanne said, "Make that two cartons of Mores."  Laura looked
at her quizzically, and Leanne said, "I can go back to the Carltons when we
get back.  Right now I just want to inhale nicotine till I choke."  Knowing
that Leanne would never go back to the Carltons, Laura mouthed the word,
"Menthol?"  Leanne nodded happily and Laura said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mynatt.
Make that a carton of Marlboro 100's and 2 cartons of More Menthol 120's.  I
know that cigarettes are expensive these days, so we'll gladly pay you twice
what you have to pay for them.  Deal?"  Silence.  "Ummmmm, Mr. Mynatt, are
you still there?" asked Laura.

   Icily, Mr. Mynatt replied, "Young lady, that's one thing I cannot do.  I
watched Lou's beautiful mother waste away to nothing from smoking.  She had
to have a tracheotomy, yet she still plugged that hole in her throat with a
lit cigarette, just to get her nicotine fix.  It absolutely tears my heart
out to see a beautiful young woman with her whole life ahead of her like you
strolling blindly down that same path.  I'm sorry, Miss Parker.  I just can't
be a party to that."

   Panic stricken, Laura desperately sympathized, saying, "Gee, Mr. Mynatt,
that's so sad.  I'm so sorry you had to watch your wife suffer like that.  I
know what that's like.  My grandmother died of lung cancer.  But you know,
you really wouldn't be a party to it.  You wouldn't be to blame at all.  I
mean, it's my bad choice, right?"  Silence.  "Besides, I...I...I've been
thinking about quitting myself."  Leanne and Beth looked at each other,
rolled their eyes and almost burst into laughter until Laura silenced them
with a fierce look.  "I really have.  In fact, I am going to quit.  And I'll
talk my girlfriends into quitting too." Leanne and Beth gave her a look of
horror, then obstinately started shaking their heads.  Again Laura silenced
them with a cold stare.  "But you see, Mr. Mynatt, this week has just been so
stressful, being stranded here and all.  We really need something to calm our
nerves right now.  Then, when we're home and rested, we can make a serious
assault on our terrible addiction.  I really think that would give us a much
better chance for success.  Wouldn't you agree, Mr.  Mynatt?  Doesn't that
make sense?"

   There was a long pause, then Mr. Mynatt said, all friendliness gone from
his voice, "I told you, Miss Parker.  That's one thing I will not do.  I'm
sorry.  Lou will be there as soon as he can tomorrow to get you out."  With
that, Laura heard a click and he was gone.

   By noon the next day, Laura had decided to call someone to find out what
the delay was.  She knew that they weren't any later than Mr. Mynatt had told
her they would be, but with each passing hour the craving for nicotine became
more intense and excruciating.  She picked up the phone to find that it was
once again dead.  "Great," she muttered.  Around 6 PM, with still no sign of
rescue, Beth appeared in the living room bundled from head to toe in every
piece of clothing she had brought with her.  "What the heck are you doing,
Beth?" asked Laura.

   "Mmmmmph," answered Beth.

   Rolling her eyes, Laura unwrapped the scarf from around Beth's mouth.
"Excuse me?" asked Laura.

   "I said," replied Beth, "that I'm going for help."

   Sighing, Laura said, "Don't be ridiculous, Beth.  We're at least 10 miles
from the nearest house.  The sun just went down and the temperature is
dropping rapidly.  You'd freeze.  Even if you didn't, snow slides are common
in these mountains.  You could be killed by an avalanche.  Be sensible, Dear.
I don't want you dead."

   "But Laura," whimpered Beth, "I'm dying anyway.  Dying for a cigarette.
All I can think about is smoking.  Every time I close my eyes, I see myself
lighting up and taking a drag so big I smoke the whole cigarette in one huge
gulp.  I have to have a cigarette or I can't go on!!!"

   "I'm desperate too, Beth.  My lungs are screaming at me for nicotine.  I'd
kill for a cigarette right now, but I can't let you kill yourself in a
hopeless attempt that won't accomplish anything.  We just have to try to hold
on," Laura said.  Beth gave a sigh of resignation and collapsed on the couch.

   After lunch the next day, the three girls were again gathered in the
living room.  Conversation was futile.  The only thing on their minds was how
badly they needed to smoke.  Suddenly, they heard the sound of an engine
outside.  "They're here!!!" Leanne rejoiced.

   "Finally," said Laura, "it's about time."

   "Maybe Mr. Mynatt had a change of heart and they brought cigarettes!" said
Beth hopefully.

   "Not likely," said Laura.  "That bastard was pretty hard headed.  Don't
make things worse for all of us by getting your hopes up.  It's a 2 hour
drive back home even when the road's clear.  We're still several hours from
our nicotine fix."  A knock came at the door and Laura went to answer it.
Opening the door, she said, "What has taken you so..."  She stopped short in
shock.  Standing on the porch was the most gorgeous man she had ever laid
eyes on.  He was tall and muscular, with curly, shoulder length brown hair, a
neatly trimmed beard and mustache, and the most piercing blue eyes she had
ever seen.  Better yet, the plastic tip of an unlit Swisher Sweet cigarillo
was clenched between his teeth.

   "Miss Parker?" he asked warmly.

   "She...ummmm...I mean...she's here...I mean...I'm here...I'm mean...I'm
her.  I'm Miss Parker...I mean...I'm Laura...Laura Parker...I think...please
come in," stuttered Laura.

   Laughing, he replied, "Well thank you, Maam.  I'm Lou Mynatt.  My Pa sent
me out to get you out of here.  I sure could use a few minutes to warm up
before we hit the road again though.  If you don't mind, that is."

   "No, not at all," smiled Laura, trying to regain her composure.  "Please
have a seat.  These are my friends Leanne and Beth."

   "Pleased to meet you.  You ladies sure are, ummmmm, pretty," said Lou,
blushing a hot pink.

   "Why thank you," cooed Leanne.

   "And you are quite handsome," added Beth.

   "Lou," said Laura hesitantly, "this is going to sound strange, but what's
that you've got there?"

   "What do you mean," asked Lou.  "I don't have anything.  Oh you mean
this?" he asked, indicating the cigar.

"Yeah," replied Laura, "is that tobacco by any chance?"

   "Well yeah," said Lou, "I reckon it is.  It's a cigar.  Listen, you won't
tell my Pa, will you?  He'd beat the living daylights out of me if he knew I
was running around with one of these in my mouth.  He hates smoking in any
form.  My Ma died from smoking and he just never got over it, I guess.
Please don't tell him, okay?"

   "Oh you can bet your secret is safe with me, Lou," laughed Laura.  "He
gave me a good lecture about my smoking on the phone the other night.  So are
those cigars really strong?"

   "Oh yeah," said Lou, "real strong.  Well, at least I think they are.  I
don't smoke too much.  Can't with Pa looking over my shoulder all the time.
I mostly chew on them.  A grown man's pacifier, you might say."

   "Lou," said Laura, sitting down next to him and making sure her body was
pressing against his, "do you think we might light that cigar and all four
share it?  The three of us are having a horrible nicotine fit.  In fact, it's
beyond a fit.  It's more of a nicotine nightmare."

   "I don't know, Miss Parker," said Lou.  "My Pa wouldn't like it."

   "But your Pa wouldn't like you even having it, right?" reasoned Laura.
"If he catches you with it, you'll be in big trouble.  So we would just be
helping you, you know, get rid of the evidence."

   "Well...," said Lou.

   "Laura," interrupted Beth, "how long has it been since our last
cigarette?"

   "Two days," replied Laura absently.  "Can you believe that, Lou?  We
haven't had a smoke in two days.  It's maddening.  Can we share your cigar?
Please?  We'd be eternally grateful."

   "Laura," Beth interrupted again.

   Muttering through her smile, Laura said, "Beth, can't you see I'm busy
here?"

   "Yes, I know," said Beth, "but it's been two days.  Two days, Laura.  48
hours.  And we have a cigar that is supposedly high in nicotine at our
disposal and a good looking guy, to boot.  Remember the little secret you let
us in on the other day?"

   Beth winked knowingly at Laura as a look of realization croosed Leanne's
face and she spat, "Oooooooooooh count me in!!!!!!!"

   "Don't be ridiculous, you two," said Laura irritably.  "Right now all I
want is to feel the sting of my starving lungs filled with that strong
nicotine filled smoke."

   "C'mon, Laura," reasoned Beth.  "Now it's my turn to tell you to be
sensible.  You know how badly I want to feel that sting too, but we'll never
have a better chance to experience your, ummmmm, ultimate, you know?  We're
already prepared.  I honestly don't know if I could ever survive two days
without a cigarette back home where I have them so readily available.  This
may be my only chance.  Please?"

   Sighing, Laura looked at Lou, who was glancing quizzically from one girl
to the next and back.  "He is gorgeous," thought Laura.  In resignation, she
said, "Beth, we're gonna look pretty stupid if he turns us down.  He'll
probably think we're pervs."

   Smiling at Lou's bulging crotch, Beth said, "Somehow I doubt that."

   Taking a deep breath, Laura said, "So, Lou, ummmm, what else do you do
that you don't tell your Pa about?"

   With a sheepish grin, Lou stammered, "I...I...I'm not sure what you mean,
Maam.  Truth be told, I have a beer now and then.  Pa don't cotton much to
alcohol either."

   Pressing her body ever so slightly against his, Beth purred, "Oh you bad
boy.  And tell me, Lou, baby, are you a virgin?"

   By now Lou's face was so red it felt hot.  "Well, no, Maam," he said,
"actually I guess I'm not.  I'm in the National Guard, you know.  When we
spend two weeks in the field each summer, I'm afraid we get a little, ummm,
rowdy when we get back.  You know, just to have a little fun and let off some
steam."

   With a devilish grin, Beth asked, "Want to hear how we let off steam?"
   
   After Laura spent the next few minutes explaining exactly what was
expected of him, Lou was grinning from ear to ear.  "Wow, that sure is kinky.
Oh not in a bad way!!!" he said quickly.  "No insult intended.  In fact, I
must be in Heaven.  Makes me hot just thinking about it.  Tying up 3
beautiful women and having them at my mercy, and having them desperately
pleading for what I've got.  Lord how mercy we better get to it, before I
make a mess and it's too late."  Laughing, the 3 girls took him by the hand
and led him up the stairs to Laura's room, since it was the one with the king
sized bed, big enough to accomodate all three girls.

   Soon the three girls were stripped naked and tied, using a number of silk
scarves that Leanne had brought, side by side on the bed, Laura on the left,
Leanne in the middle and Beth on the right.  Lou jumped into the bed, landing
between Laura and Leanne, and began kissing Laura as he circled Leanne's
nipple with his moistened finger.  After a few minutes, he switched to
kissing Leanne and moved his left hand to Laura's crotch, gently rubbing her
clitoris.  She moaned lowly, then Beth cooed, "Lou, baby, don't forget about
me.  And don't you think it's about time to light that cigar?"

   "Oh yeah," said Lou, reaching across Beth for Laura's lighter on the
nightstand.  He lit the cigar and took a long drag, then blew the smoke in
Beth's face.

   "Oh that smells so good," Beth whined.  "I need a drag so bad."

   "I'll bet you do," said Lou, warming to his role, "and it tastes so good
too.  But I'm not going to give you a drag.  I'm going to give Laura a drag.
Ready, Laura?"

   "Oh yeah," moaned Laura.  "Give it to me, Lou.  Please?"  Smiling, Lou
placed the plastic tip between Laura's ready lips, but just as she started to
pull, he took it away.  She got just enough smoke to taste, but not enough to
inhale.  "Ooooooh," she whimpered.

   "Wasn't that good, Laura?" he asked with a laugh.

   "It tasted great, but I need more.  I need to inhale," she whined.

   "In time, beautiful," he promised, "but now it's Leanne's turn."  He took
another long drag, then kissed Leanne, exhaling smoke from his nostrils as he
did.  The strong smoke reminded Leanne of the stolen Mores, and her mouth
watered.  Knowing from his earlier fingering that her nipples were extremely
sensitive, Lou began licking her nipple, while at the same time rubbing her
clitoris, slowly increasing the pressure with each passing minute.  At the
same time, he managed to hold the cigar in such a way that the smoke was
wafting into both Leanne and Laura's face.  "This one is going to be easy,"
he thought, and sure enough he soon felt every muscle in Leanne's body
starting to tense.

   "I'm coming, I'm coming," shouted Leanne.  He placed the cigar between her
trembling lips and she pulled hard.  Her rapid breathing made it impossible
not to inhale, and just as she did the orgasm hit full force, locking her
every muscle in place.  She felt the urge to cough, but she was frozen.  The
exquisite ecstasy washed over her body from head to toe, making every cell in
her body feel as if it were on fire.  Finally, she released a long stream of
smoke and relaxed.  "Oh man," she breathed, "that was beyond words."  Lou
kissed her gently on the lips, then turned his attention to Laura.

   He took another drag and exhaled it into her face, then began gently
nibbling on her earlobe.  Her entire body was covered in goose bumps while
her lungs screamed for nicotine.  The opposing sensations made her hotter by
the second.  Lou worked his way down to her neck, licking, nibbling and
lightly kissing, holding the plastic tip of the cigar almost in contact with
Laura's starving lips.  The smoke was engulfing her pretty face and she
inhaled a tiny amount with her every breath.  Finally the hunger was too much
and she suddenly grasped the cigar between her lips.  Lou was just a bit
quicker though.  He yanked the cigar away.  "No, no, no, sweet Laura," he
whispered, "not yet."

   "Aaaaaaargh," she screamed in frustration.  He moved slowly down her body,
his tongue licking a line from her tender neck, past her belly button, then
began licking her throbbing clitoris.  The tension was almost to the point of
eruption when he stopped licking and began rubbing her clitoris as he moved
back up to her lips.  He took a small drag and kissed her, exhaling the smoke
into her watering mouth.  This was too much and her muscles started to tense.
Sensing that the moment was there, he placed the cigar between her lips and
as the orgasm hit she inhaled with all her might, filling her lungs to
capacity with the strong gray smoke.  The heavenly sensation caused her
entire body to throb, and she jerked with every wave, each movement
punctuated with smoke from her tensed lips.

   As the awesome orgasm finally started to subside, he gently kissed her and
purred, "Precious Laura."  "Two down and one to go," he thought, "and now
it's my turn."  He rose from the bed and moved to the right, where Beth was
tied.  She winked at him in anticipation and he smiled.  He looked at the
cigar, then said, "I wonder what I can do with this while I get undressed?"
Grinning, he said, "I know, I'll let my dear Beth hold it."  He placed it
between the long fingers of one of her tied hands and she desperately tried
to reach her lips with it, to no avail.    He lay down on top of her, his
penis stroking the inside of her thigh as his hand reached underneath her to
stroke her perfectly rounded behind.  He stroked her long pretty hair, then
took the cigar from her trembling hand.  "Are we trying to get this here?" he
asked, moving the cigar toward her mouth.  "Tell you what," he said, "I'm
going to help you, but you are not to drag on it, understand?  No dragging."
He placed the tip of the cigar between her lips and it took all the strength
she had to keep from dragging.  She wanted it so bad!!!  Just as the craving
became too much, he removed it and placed his penis inside her throbbing
pussy.  With each pump he could feel the tension once again building, only
this time it was building inside of him as well.  The eruption hit them both
at the same time and it was all Lou could do to remember to put the cigar
back between her hungry lips.  She dragged long and hard, then again and
again and again.  She screamed in ecstasy and Lou felt like he was producing
sperm from his toes.  As it finally dwindled, they both collapsed in
exhaustion.

   After a few minutes, Lou got up and untied the girls, then climbed back
into bed to bathe in the afterglow.  They took turns giving each other long
drags from the dwindling cigar, it somehow seeming more intimate and erotic
to share in the nicotine ecstasy, each in turn holding while another dragged.
Tangled in one huge embrace, Laura finally said, "Lou, as soon as we leave,
we can go get some cigarettes, can't we?"

   "Well darling," he said, "I can't afford to be seen with you buying
cigarettes at the store in town."  He laughed at the panic on her face, then
said, "But the next town is just about 20 miles down the road.  We'll stop
there."  Laura sighed contentedly.  Their long nightmare was over.  It was
finally over.

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