Test Subject, Part 12

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 12: "The part with the girls having hot smoking sex."

Once again, Maureen spread her legs widely apart. She said, with her unlit
cigarette bobbing up and down in her mouth as she spoke, "You know, I've
never been with a woman this way before."

"That's ok, Maureen. I have," Cynthia declared, chuckling at her friend's
admission. "Just so you know, we don't have to be in a romantic relationship
or anything. We're just two good friends showing each other a good time."

With those words, Cynthia ignited her lighter, and chivalrously offered its
flame to Maureen as she very gently probed her vagina with the index finger
of her free hand. It was soft and slightly sticky to the touch, and Maureen
forcefully dragged on her long Allure cigarette until she ecstatically gasped
in her inhale. Cynthia then lit the cigarette in her own mouth, and as she
breathed it swiftly down, Maureen began to reciprocate, ever-so-lightly
stroking the supple flesh just within the pretty doctor's genital opening. 

Maureen exhaled lustily through her nose as she gazed again into Cynthia's
dark, half-closed eyes. The two women continued to gingerly manipulate each
other's sexual organs as they each pumped more smoke through their bodies.
Periodically, one or another of them would discharge a low grunt of
gratification as she inhaled or exhaled the nicotine from her cigarette, or
as the other woman touched her in a particularly pleasing way.

As she snapped down more smoke, Maureen wondered briefly what it was that
drew her to Dr. Cynthia Monroe. Was it the thrill of being noticed and liked
by a brilliant and elegant older woman? Was it her wry sense of humor, her
confidence, or some other aspect of her personality? 

Or, was it the fact that she completely understood and accepted Maureen's
dependency on cigarettes and not only understood and accepted it, but shared
in and encouraged it? Was she attracted to the woman out of some sort of
mental or psychological association with Allure cigarettes, or simply because
she plied her with the powerfully addictive and pretty poison she so
compulsively craved? Perhaps the cigarettes contained some form of
aphrodisiac. Very likely, all of these factors brought Maureen here to this
bed, where she sucked down smoke as she and Cynthia pleasured each other.

And what about this new connection between smoking and sex? Maureen was no
prude; she enjoyed each activity thoroughly, and indulged in both of them
whenever she could. But before today, she had never considered doing them
both at once. Yet, since her cigar in the bathroom earlier in the day,
smoking and sex had become inexorably linked in her mind, and partaking in
the one immediately triggered a desire to partake in the other. Rather than
sating her desires, her experience earlier in the day had only whetted her
appetites. 

Reflecting on these things, she realized that she liked the change that had
taken place within her psyche, and right then she made the conscious decision
to abandon herself to her pursuit of orgasms and smoking. Maureen filled her
lungs with more smoke, and as she began to work Cynthia's clitoris with
increased vigor it became noticeably more wet and tacky. Cynthia's rate of
breathing increased, and she panted out smoke as she accelerated her own
fingering of her partner's genitals.

As the two women took their last few puffs on their respective cigarettes,
they each began pumping their hips up and down to increase the pressure of
their partner's touch, and their moans of intense sexual gratification grew
in frequency and volume. Maureen would have been disappointed that her
cigarette was almost gone, except that she knew another one was waiting to be
sucked into her body. 

As Maureen expected, Cynthia again removed two cigarettes from the pack, and,
after each of them had put out their finished cigarettes, Cynthia lit both
cigarettes in her mouth at the same time, performed a long French inhale, and
handed one of the cigarettes to Maureen as she made the smoke disappear. As
before, the two of them took turns blowing the smoke directly into the others
lungs, only this time they were fingering each other's G spots. 

The two women did not rush; they each knew how a woman likes to receive
sexual pleasure. Maureen in particular was struck by how Cynthia seemed to
innately know how and where she liked to be touched. As the two of them
exchanged numerous smoky kisses and occasionally blew smoke rings into the
space above them, Cynthia stroked her clit very softly, driving Maureen crazy
with lust as she got more and more aroused.

After one last deep drag, Cynthia crushed out her cigarette into the ashtray
beside her, and Maureen did the same. She expected Cynthia to reach for yet
another cigarette on the nightstand, but instead Cynthia said, "Remember the
other day, when you were using the smoking machine?"

Maureen almost came just thinking about what she hoped Cynthia had in store.

After one last push of her finger into and out of Maureen's opening, Cynthia
momentarily sat up on the bed and opened the nightstand cabinet. From inside,
she took out several items: a box with two tubes coming out of it, a smaller
box that fit in the palm of her hand, some lubricant, and two identical long
ribbed rubber vibrators.

"You said it was like heaven, and then you asked when you could do it again.
Are you ready?"

Maureen's response was to shower Cynthia's whole body with kisses, the
remnants of her last puff lingering over the various places her lips touched.
Her last kiss was on Cynthia's vagina, which she licked slowly with her
tongue as she looked up at her hostess. Her twinkling blue eyes spoke
eloquently about her desire, and, looking down at her friend, Cynthia groaned
in delight.

Cynthia placed the larger box on the bed beside Maureen, and opened a
compartment in it. Into this compartment, she poured the contents of the
smaller box.

"Last time you used a machine like this one, you were smoking crystallized
Allure nicotine, very potent, very addictive, and very, very pleasurable, as
you know. Last time, you passed out because you took too much too quickly, so
this time, take it in slow and deep, slow and deep. Be forewarned though, it
is hard to be disciplined with this stuff."

Cynthia spread the lubricant over the two vibrators, and handed one of them
to Maureen. Then, she gave one of the two tubes to Maureen, who
enthusiastically clamped it inside her mouth. Cynthia did the same, and then
the two women flipped on their vibrators, which emitted a low hum as they
began working. Maureen and Cynthia moved them up and down on their partner's
private areas, and very soon each of the toys slipped inside.

"Remember, slow and deep," the blonde woman said, breathlessly, before
pushing a button on the machine. Maureen and Cynthia sucked fiercely on their
tubes, and the pure smoke came pouring directly into their lungs. 

Once again, Maureen had the sensation of rocketing upward as the pure Allure
nicotine slammed into her brain, and her entire body convulsed in sheer
rapture. She thrust her vibrator deep into Cynthia. The slightly older woman
issued a small cry, and then a piercing scream as her vagina contracted and
distended around the toy. As Cynthia worked the vibrator up and down inside
her, Maureen wailed aloud uninhibitedly, and soon she was climaxing too. As
smoke spewed out of her mouth, her vaginal juices squirted out between her
legs, creating a small, sticky swamp on the bedspread.

Not wanting to overdo it, Maureen took a deep breath before again sucking
hard on the tube and feeling the smoke jet into her. As more of the nicotine
blasted the pleasure areas of her mind, Maureen stared at Cynthia, who was
twitching uncontrollably as presumably the pleasures of the smoke and the
vaginal stimulation flooded her consciousness as well. Maureen rammed her
vibrator in and out of Cynthia, and was again treated to an unabashed display
of sexual release from the attractive doctor. Again, not wanting to be
outdone, Cynthia jerked the long rubber phallus around inside Maureen, who
barked primally as climax washed over her again.

At this, the two women totally lost control, and began hyperventilating with
the smoke, ravenously indulging their lust for increasing doses of nicotine.
With each lungful of the pure smoke, they successively reached higher and
higher peaks of sexual climax, until, with one last deep breath of the smoke,
their vaginas each erupted with one final and robustly intense orgasm. Their
eyes lolled back in their heads, and they collapsed, exhausted and
unconscious, onto the bed.

Maureen awoke to the sound of a clicking lighter, and opened her dazed eyes
to see Cynthia lighting up an Allure cigar. There was another Allure cigar on
the pillow next to her. It seemed to be either night or very early morning,
and as she sniffed the exhaust of Cynthia's cigar, she became aware that her
body was telling her it wanted more smoke.

With a sly grin, she put the cigar in her mouth, and accepted a light from
Cynthia, drawing the cigar smoke down into her lungs with a sigh of
contentment. Neither one of them spoke, because they didn't feel like they
needed to say anything. Rather, they cuddled close to each other, and smoked
their cigar smoke down as they gradually awoke.

"That was amazing, totally amazing," Maureen said after some time, stroking
Cynthia's blonde hair softly. "I've never felt anything like that." Putting
her cigar in her mouth and puffing on it, Maureen stopped petting Cynthia's
hair, and then snuggled even closer to her. She playfully ran her fingers
through Cynthia's genital hair instead. "You're an amazing person, Cynthia. I
never thought a woman could make me feel what you've made me feel." 

Taking a deep pull on her cigar, Cynthia inhaled and said, "Thank you so much
for last night. You're right. Our time together last night was fabulous. I'm
glad we can share such pleasures."

Maureen paused for a moment, relishing the feeling of cigar smoke deep
within. While the previous evening's smoke was exhilarating, now it was very
soothing and relaxing. For a moment she thought about how interesting it was
that the same substance could do so many different things for her. 

With a feeling of deep affection for Cynthia, she spoke again, "Tell me more
about yourself," she said, exhaling. "How did you get started with what you
do? What are your plans for the company? What are you a doctor of? I want to
know all about Dr. Cynthia Monroe."

Cynthia clamped her cigar down with her teeth and smiled. "Are you ready for
a long story?" 

"Definitely," came Maureen's response. "We can just sit here and smoke and
talk forever, as far as I'm concerned."

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