Smoke the Blunt

Lois didn't smoke—but she knew how to, in theory. As Maria lapped at her pussy, the reporter carefully expelled all the air from her lungs...then brought the fat marijuana cigar up to her lips and inhaled.

Hot, dry smoke entered her mouth, redolent of resins and a kind of greenhouse taste. She tried not to breath out of her nose, gulping to hold it in...and in...felt the smoke hit her lungs...and that brought the tears to her eyes, and a fit of light coughing. In college, she'd heard how that was good—to bring the smoke down deeper into your lungs—but she didn't know if that was true, or just more stoner bullshit.

If Maria heard her cough, Lois couldn't tell. The woman beneath her seemed to be entranced, all of her attention focused on licking Lois' pussy. Certainly, she had never gotten as thorough a tongue-washing from any of her male lovers; Maria seemed intent to taste every inch of Lois, inside and out. Lois brought the cigar up to her lips again.

This time, she watched the coal on the end as she drew in a breath, the reddening flair, the slow creep of the paper as it blackened and burnt to ash. It was a little easier this time, and she wondered when she would start to feel it. Doing **** scared her, a little. Even though she knew millions did them every day. Old warnings were flashing through her head. Marijuana as a gateway ****. If anyone she knew should see her now...

She breathed out, a stream of smoke, grey-white, like a dragon or a wizard puffing on her pipe... They said other things about weed too. How it gave you a sense of euphoria, stimulated the senses, made you more relaxed and receptive for sex... and maybe it was the **** or maybe it was just the decision to do the ****, but Lois wondered...why not? She was already here, sitting on another woman's face, getting her pussy eaten out—why not just go for it and indulge? In for a penny, in for a pound...

Lois' vision focused on Maria's crotch. She took another puff. The cigar was almost half-gone, and she spotted an ash tray on the floor, within reach. If she remembered right, Maria wasn't wearing anything beneath her skirt except the empty harness...

Breathing out deliberately, Lois brought the blunt up to her mouth and took a huge hit—hollowing her cheeks as she sucked as hard as she could, watching the marijuana cigar burn down—then clamped her mouth shut, and placed the blunt in the ash tray. Her lungs were burning by the time her hands, still taped together at the wrists, fumbled with Maria's skirt. Then Lois bent down...on her knees, prostrated, cramming her head between those meaty thighs, pressing her mouth against the hole in the harness where the dildo had been—and released all that hot smoke in one long breath.