Chapter 3

by SexyText

Part I

That afternoon will live forever in my mind as the day Julie and I became incredibly close and more devoted to each other. And that’s not just because of the wonderfully affectionate sex, though we shared some of the sweetest and most satisfying orgasms two sisters could ever hope for. It meant much more than that. With every soft and warm embrace we strengthened our deep family bond. One of the most memorable parts of our afternoon tryst was the lofty air of total acceptance and family love we felt in each other’s arms. Sex within the family was incredibly satisfying.

I learned so much more about Julie in those few hours than I had in years of our living under the same roof. The result was a newfound and deeper love for one another that could survive any challenge. After we had each enjoyed our marvelous orgasms, I laid at Julie’s side, my arm over her tummy, my head lying peacefully on her soft, pillowy breast, listening to her sweet heart beating. She gently rubbed my back. My entry into complete womanhood with Daddy and Julie was fulfilling beyond belief.

Mommy got home around 4:15. She was only needed at the diner for about three hours that day. She found us lying intertwined on the couch, napping, scantily clothed.

Sitting on the edge of the couch, next to us, she said, “Wake up, sleepyheads! My, you two look very comfy together like that. Why so sleepy so early?”

Julie was still groggy, but I awoke pretty easily and responded, or at least tried.

“Um, er, uh, well ... you see...” was my detailed answer.

“Haha!” Her hand on my shoulder. “Were my beautiful girls getting to know each other even more than before? Hmmmm?”

Julie was finally back to the land of the conscious, but only listening.

“No need for answers, girls. Just know that I’m very happy about it.” as she patted my butt.

Both Julie and I were a bit dumbstruck by that comment, our mouths gaping.

Don’t look so surprised! When your father told me what transpired in yesterday’s, um, get-together, I was actually very pleased. Your relationship is now of both mind and body. It’s the Peters love and closeness that helps make us such a happy family, and our sexual connection is a big part of that. While I didn’t expect this development, still, I’m just tickled that it happened!

You two needn’t be shy or embarrassed about it. Certainly not with me or your father. Just make sure you two are ready for your separation, soon, when Julie returns to college. It could be too emotionally difficult for both of you if you don’t discuss it and prepare yourselves. With this new and wonderful bond between you, you’ll find your time away from each other could be painful. But that’s the way of love. Perhaps we’ll see Julie visiting home more often during the coming semesters, as I’d hoped last school year?? Hmmm, Julie?”

Our father came through the door at that very moment.

“Honeys, I’m home.” was his clever greeting. We all got a chuckle out of that. He kissed my mother on his way toward us.

Though his remark was funny, in my mind what wasn’t funny was the huge responsibility he had undertaken. One man, one loving father and husband, was suddenly charged with keeping three devoted women happy and satisfied. Certainly my newfound loving relationship with my sister might help to take at least some of the burden off Rocky during the summer months.

I was almost shocked to discover the ability of another woman to fulfill my sexual needs so well. But the physical love of a man, nevertheless, proved irreplaceable for me. That was especially true if I loved the man as much as I did my dear father. Deep penile penetration had no equal. It was Nature’s divine design, an actual physical bond and connection, providing unique closeness and sexual stimulation. As much as I was learning to adore making love with my dear sister, sex with my father would forever be the ultimate for this teenager.

Julie and I raced to hug and kiss our father. Julie’s hand darted under his pants to massage his already bulging erection, while I locked lips with him. Apparently Poor Julie was starved for attention and sex with Daddy after being away at college for so long. I could quickly see that Julie’s need for penetration was as strong, or even stronger, than mine. In all fairness, she hadn’t had actual intercourse with Daddy since returning home. It had been months for her! She had selflessly asked Daddy to screw her baby sister first, but then her turn never came. Sure, I did my best to satisfy her sexual needs that night but, nevertheless, I felt badly for the way that night had gone for her.

“What time will dinner be ready, Ellen?”

“Not for another hour and a half, maybe two, Daniel. You can attend to other important matters during that time, if need be.” she said with a wide, knowing grin.

Daddy was like putty in our hands as we continued the physical assault.

“Yes, honey, I think I should.” His voice a bit shaky as his daughters attacked from all angles.

We each grabbed one of his hands and marched him down the hall into our bedroom.

My intention this time was for my father to give everything he has to Julie. Of course, I wanted to watch, and perhaps take part in certain ways, but this time would be entirely about Julie’s needs, not mine.

We all quickly disrobed and hopped into bed. We didn’t even take time to close the door.

Before anything could commence, I announced, “Julie, this time it’s all about you. Daddy, I want you to welcome Julie home as if you’ll never be able to, ever again! Like this is your last hurrah on God’s green Earth!”

“Oh, well, that’ll be easy, because I love my beautiful Julie more than life itself!”

With eyes welling, Julie just whispered, “Oh, Daddy. Please love me.”

Julie’s soft voice sounded achingly sweet. She appeared so needful and vulnerable. My heart felt her pain. My father certainly realized how crucial this time with Julie would be.

Daddy spent the next twenty minutes adoring, kissing, tasting and worshiping every part of his first-born’s gorgeous body. As he did so, he softly told her how much she had changed before his very eyes, since the day she entered the world as a beautiful, tiny infant. Whenever he switched from one body part to another, he’d begin describing a different stage of his precious daughter’s growth.

Her face for her infant years. Her slim neck for her toddler years. Her freckled chest for her early school years. Her bountiful D-cup breasts for her pre-teen years. Her tummy and navel for her tween years. Her perfectly rounded rear for her early teen years. Then came her flawless pussy, shaved to show its every bright pink, minute regal detail. That was for her middle-teen years, when that royal pussy and Daddy’s majestic penis had finally met and joined as one.

Julie was going wild by the time Daddy told the story of that blessed meeting. In between gentle licks and soft kisses on her lovely pink flower, he told the touching story. Julie’s joyful tears streamed down like a river as she mentally relived the emotional beginning of their family love affair. Then Daddy began his relentless pursuit of a massive orgasm for his dear Julie. The telling of her story had to give way as the story-teller’s mouth and face became hopelessly buried in his daughter’s womanhood. His masterful sexual powers were on full display from that moment on.

As I watched Daddy working his magic on Julie’s hungry pussy, I began masturbating. Her tunnel was starved for rivers of our father’s potent family sperm. Seeing and hearing my sister in such exalted sexual ecstasy was more than I could endure. I inserted one finger, then two, then three fingers into my vagina as I pressed my thumb into my clitoris, rubbing in a circular motion. I pushed my fingers in as far as possible and began fucking myself hard. It wasn’t as glorious as being filled to the brim with Daddy’s steely shaft, but it had to suffice for the moment. The added stimulation of seeing my father pleasuring my sweet sister was the added oomph I would need to be able to eventually climax.

It wasn’t long before Daddy’s oral attack on Julie’s vagina had her literally crying for him to penetrate her with her best friend, Rocky. I sensed a shadow to my left and turned to look. There stood my mother in the bedroom doorway. She looked happy for us, yet strangely different. I continued looking her straight in the eyes. Her stare never wavered. I wasn’t sure what was happening. Then, suddenly, she was gone.

Daddy’s face was buried in my sister’s crotch. I could hear him sucking and swallowing as poor, poor Julie cried for relief. My father was bingeing on her juices. The more he sucked, the more Julie’s pussy produced. I remember the delectable taste of Julie. Her juices were rich and thick. I found it difficult to stop sucking and swallowing them down, and so had my father. He was hungry for her. He was like a bionic machine in need of perpetual sustenance. I watched in amazement as I continued fingering my pussy.

“Please, please, Dad, fuck me now. NOW!! Fuuuucccckkkkk meeeee!!!!

Julie’s passioned plea finally awoke my father from his binge-induced stupor. He rose to the occasion, quite literally, as he hoisted his manly frame above Julie and planted Rocky inside her, until his balls crashed into her crotch.

“Goddddd yessssssssss, Daddy!! YES! Fuck me harder! Harder!!!” screamed Julie.

My father went into some sort of fierce killer-fucker-mode, or so it seemed to me at that moment. He went wild, thrashing Julie’s vagina with his raging cock. I could have sworn that he looked more like a full eight inches long!! Dear God, Rocky really looked longer and harder than ever. I leaned down to witness the assault up close. Even his cock’s veins bulged more! The high speed of his thrusts, followed by the equally fast speed of each withdrawal, was hard for this fourteen-year-old to believe. Was he motorized?! How long could Julie take this. She cried.

“Don’t stop!! I’m almost there, Dad. God, I love you, Dad!! Fill me deep!!!” she said as she grabbed his hips and pulled him tightly against her so Rocky’s head was against her inner wall.

Our father couldn’t respond. He had entered that other place. His mind and his flesh had separated, again, while the flesh continued independently on pure sexual instinct. His eyes pointed up to the sky beyond the roof above him. His face was the deepest shade of scarlet red. Every vein on his body looked ready to rupture. I was getting so worried for both of them.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh, ffffuuuuucccccckkkkk!!!!” was all Julie could utter as her pussy convulsed in a grand mal orgasm. Her body stiffened. Her finger nails dug deeply into Daddy’s back, cutting his skin. Her toes curled as the sweet agony of her orgasm reached down to her very feet.

“Yesssss my sweet darling! Now I can plant Peters family seed deep inside you!”

Daddy knew we were on birth control, but I had already learned that he loved to fantasize planting his sperm deeply to ensure fertilizing our eggs. It made him harder, longer and incentivised his powerful lovemaking. Julie was a willing participant in that fantasy. The thought tended to turn me on, as well.

“Oh, God, yessssssss! Drown my pussy. Do it now!! Give me a baby!” Julie’s voice echoed through the house. Surely, Mommy heard her every word.

As Julie was just beginning to come down from the heights of her punishing climax, Daddy stopped thrusting, pushed his crown even more tightly against her womb, and began pumping his seed into her. I had a front row seat, leaning way over between their legs, seeing first hand his cock and balls pulsing as several loads of Peters sperm rocketed inside her body. Jesus, how totally freakin’ exciting! What a truly beautiful sight. What a loving, devoted father we have. He somehow held off until he brought his first-born to the sacred zenith of her fiery orgasm.

They each collapsed lifelessly onto their backs, breathing heavily. Remembering that this time was all about Julie, I slithered up and in-between her velvety thighs. Staring me in the face was a thing of rare beauty. Julie’s bright pink pussy glistened. Daddy’s gleaming pearlescent sperm was just beginning to blaze a trail from her vaginal opening, down her lovely butt crack and onto the sheets below. Something deep inside told me I couldn’t let all that Peters seed go to waste.

I sank my face into that heavenly crotch and licked up the leakage before it could hit the sheets. There was that familiar taste, slightly salty with a hint of sweetness, and luxuriously thick. It was mixed with her musky love juices, making me feel almost drunk. Daddy’s hard work could now benefit Julie once more, not to mention his second-born, as I extracted every drop of his royal cum. I was sucking Julie’s pussy like a shake through a straw. All she could do was whimper and squirm as I consumed every last drop of cum and love juices. All the while I had one arm under me, frantically stimulating my clitoris.

Just when I had finally swallowed every last drop, I gave myself permission to let go. A lovely wave of orgasmic pleasure cascaded through my flesh. My hunger was satisfied.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Julie said in a sexy, hushed voice.

“Thank you, Tina.” she sighed, softly.

I mentally took in all that just happened. I realized just how privileged we were to be daughters in the Peters family!

Part II

All I could think about that evening was what had transpired in Daddy’s bed before dinner. He and Julie ate like hogs at dinner. Their sexual workout created one hell of an appetite, I guess. But something else at dinner became apparent. We were all so in love and happy, that a sense of peace and togetherness surrounded us all. I wanted to spread the word, to tell all my friends, to tell all who’d listen just how wonderful loving, willing incest can be! It certainly wouldn’t be appropriate for all families, probably just a small minority. But, sadly, society brainwashed people into thinking that all incest is abusive and destructive. I knew in my heart just how very wrong they were!

My childhood world horizon had expanded beyond my wildest dreams in just a matter of days. After dinner we all relaxed and watched a great movie called Yesterday. It was about a British guitar-playing singer who was in a traffic accident. When he regained consciousness in the hospital, everything seemed normal. That is, until he mentioned something about the Beatles to someone.

“Beatles? What are you talking about?” his friend said.

“What?! You sick in the head, or something? The Beatles!” he roared. The BEATLES!!!” He worshiped them, by the way.

“You mean those bugs? Why the fuck are you talking about that?! You must have taken a big hit to the head, huh?” he asked with a confused expression.

Soon he realized no one, besides himself, knew about the Beatles. They had never existed! He was confounded and upset. He really needed a cigarette to settle his nerves. When talking to some man, he told him how much he needed a cigarette, and asked for one. The guy asked, “What’s a cigarette?”

Hahahaha! And so it began. It was really different. It seemed that most movies were just rehashed old ideas. But that one was a real one-of-a-kind! After the movie, Mommy and Daddy went to the dining room table to play Rummy-O, yet again. We retreated to Julie’s room to text friends, browse the Internet and talk incessantly about sex with our father.

Our house had its own water well. City water and sewer didn’t make it out to our remote community, unfortunately. The dinky jet water pump in our basement made a racket and didn’t put out much pressure. Daddy peeked into the room to tell us he and Mommy would be showering, so we shouldn’t use any water, lest we either freeze them out, or scald them.

I jokingly said, “Ohhhh. A shower together, huh? So you’ll have someone to help wash your back, I assume? Good idea! Very practical.”

“Yeah.” said Julie “Like a Boy Scout. Always prepared!”

“OK, OK you two. Very funny. Your mother and I need a little alone time. I trust you can understand that?”

And we did. But what Julie couldn’t understand was his sexual stamina. She had been screwing some guy at college. He was twenty. Julie said he needed a full day to recharge his weiner after only one, weak performance! Hah! I laughed my ass off. She had always been amazed at how virile and vital our father was. She said how he could still, at age thirty-four, get it up and at ‘em two, sometimes three times in one day! We assumed it was his healthy living, his vitamins and supplements and, last but not least, his DNA. She figured he was about to rock our mother’s soaking wet world! And that made us happy, knowing she wasn’t being left out of it all. We knew everyone needed to be a part of the family dynamic if it were to be free of any jealousy, bitterness or bruised feelings.

Apparently the house’s water system was in unusually bad shape, because ever since they turned on the water there was one helluva racket coming from in there. Julie and I listened for a short time, but finally each of us put in our ear buds in so we could hear ourselves think. “Go Mommy!!”

Daddy and I slept that night in the nude, spooning. Having his sexy body up against mine felt so intimate and peaceful. Rocky wasn’t exactly rocky that night. He tried to take a stand, but I guess my mother wore out the poor prick. It was kinda cute, actually. We fell asleep with my arm behind me, holding Rocky in a firm, yet loving, grip. Rocky and I fell sound asleep soon thereafter.

I dreamed our old dog Sad Face had come back to life. He was such a good dog, and an even better friend. Though full of life and always bright-eyed, God gave him a face that made him look, well, sad! He was a rescue dog that weighed eighty-five pounds, and ate my parents out of house and home. He only lived to be 10-years-old. I cried and cried when he passed. I was just nine at the time. But here he was again! Knocking me down and wrestling with me, always letting me win. Licking my face. Giving me kiss after kiss after...

“Hey! That’s not Sad Face!!” I blurted out as I awoke to the divine pleasure of Daddy’s long, athletic tongue penetrating my tender, succulent pussy.

“Oh, dear God, Daddy!!”

“Hello my sweet baby! I woke up hungry, and decided to have a snack.” he said with a devilish grin.

“But Daddy! I thought Rocky would stay unconscious for a while.”

“And he did, baby doll. Four hours is a while, wouldn’t you say?!” he replied in between licking and sucking. “Sweetie, I hereby christen your beautiful, royal pussy as Misty Peters! But, just Misty will do fine. Sound good?”

“Uh, sure! That’s a very nice name. Kinda descriptive, too, like Rocky.”

“Would you mind, my lady, if I introduced Rocky to his new BFF, Misty?”

“Haha! I wouldn’t have it any other way, kind sir.”

I spread my thighs wide to show he was welcomed to enter. And, so, Rocky delved deeply to find Misty hiding, waiting for him at my inner wall, with an ever-so-tight embrace. They instantly hit it off, having so much in common. It was time for a wonderfully slow, deliberate fuck. No rush. No frenzy. Words of love. Warm embraces and deep kisses. His hands all over me, touching, feeling, probing, discovering as my hands did the same over his muscular frame.

Daddy established a slow, rhythmic pace as he inserted and withdrew his mighty penis. It had somehow regained its past glory so quickly! It was the sweetest sort of penetration. Daddy looked lovingly into my eyes, and I into his sparkling browns. Each loving gaze accompanied by a deep insertion, almost hypnotizing his fourteen-year-old sexual conquest, his young second-born.

At the zenith of each penetration, Daddy pressed his mound firmly into mine. Then he began a circular motion as he pressed, which brought my clitoris to life. Oh, how could one man know so well exactly what his lover needed?

“Mmmmm. Oooohhhhhh, Daddy, It feels so wonderful! Aaaaahhhh. God, how I love you. Having you inside me is all I’ll ever need.”

As Daddy continued his slow, methodical domination of my very flesh, he continued speaking words of love and devotion.

“Such beauty! Oh, Tina. From my loins a princess, an angel, a vision was created for this world. Now, you’re my world, Tina. I live and dream for you.”

Then Daddy increased his pace, though it never became a mad race to reach our sacred orgasms. The sensations inside me from the motion of his stiff, thick cock were magical. My vaginal walls caressed his aching shaft. I felt as if anything I wanted in the world could be mine with this man alongside me. My body was an ocean, and I could feel a ripple forming. That ripple started growing into small waves, one after another.

“Oh, Daddy, please keep fucking me. Ooohhhhhhh. More, more. Yesssssss.”

“Anything for you, sweet baby. Anything.”

I looked up into his handsome face, admiring all its features. His eyes, his mustache, his soft lips. His brow was furrowed as he steadily worked to bring his precious daughter to the crest of those burgeoning waves. Waves of his making. How could a father ever show as much love and devotion to his daughter as mine was showing at that very moment?! I was blessed to be his daughter. A Peters.

The wave heights increased, higher and higher. My vaginal walls began undulating as they massaged Daddy’s swollen penis. He let out a soft cry as he endured the exquisite pain of Misty’s love for Rocky. The crescendo of our love song together was near. I launched my pelvis up to meet his, burying him as deeply into my fourteen-year-old body as it could allow. I was nearly at the apex of the waves.

“This is it, Daddy! I’m nearly there. I love you so.” I strained to say amidst the growing spasms.

“I love you, too, baby. Daddy won’t stop ‘til you’re there.”

The waves had reached incredible heights, and were cresting. Like a surfer they accelerated me forward as they began to crash. Holding on for dear life, I grabbed my father’s hips and pulled his mound tightly against mine. The time had come to ride the waves as far as they could take me.

Daddy knew I was finally there as he increased his pace, working to join me on those waves. My body tensed. I dug my nails into Daddy’s ass cheeks as I let out a tortured cry of deep satisfaction. Hearing that cry was my father’s cue. It was his permission to allow himself the ultimate prize for the tender, loving sexual stamina.

“Yesssss Daddy! Cum inside me. Plant your seed deep! Aaaaahhhhhhh eeerrrrrggggghhhh.” I lost all vocal control.

I rode the crests of the crashing waves as my father deposited proof of his dominating manhood, his fatherhood, his need to add another to our family. I knew that, deep down inside him, he wanted that more than anything. But I was on the pill. It was no use, and we both knew it. Such a shameful waste of precious family seed.

“Oh my God, Tina! Ohhhhhhh. Oh, sweet relief!!” he almost whispered as pulse after pulse of creamy, thick white sperm pooled in my hungry pussy. I could picture it in my mind, and it drove me crazy as we held each other tightly together. Daddy’s seed was planted in the very heart of my garden.

As our orgasms began to diminish, Daddy held me as he rolled onto his back, so that our bodies remained connected. We enjoyed our final, heavenly spasms as I laid on his body, my head resting in his densely forested chest. Rocky was still rather rocky! We just remained still, relishing the feeling of our deep, physical connection.

“Thank you, Daddy. You feel incredible inside me, where you belong. God, how I love you.” I softly proclaimed.

“No, baby. Thank you! We said we were giving you a belated birthday gift. But, we were wrong, sweetheart. It was you who was giving the gift of your beautiful body and sacred virginity. I’m eternally grateful, Tina. My heart is yours.”

I fell asleep feeling so safe and secure with my father buried inside me. Daddy stayed awake for a time, savoring every moment of our physical attachment. He said the last time he felt so close to me was when he held me for the first time in the maternity hospital. He would later tell me that all he could think about from that day on was impregnating me.

He could vividly see in his mind my gorgeous round belly protecting his precious third-born. He wanted so much to create another beautiful life with me, born of our deep and abiding love for each other. That’s when I simply had to admit to my father that I often daydreamed about it, myself. But, of course, it was out of the question.

Part III

And so it continued in Daddy’s bed. Our first week together, on what seemed like our “honeymoon”, was the most beautiful seven days I had ever experienced. Not only did my father and I reach monumental heights of sexual intensity and satisfaction, but Julie and I had enjoyed the widening horizons our new sexual connection with each other added to our happy lives.

Strange though it may sound, after a while we were all able to mentally separate our familial love from our sexual relations. Daniel and Ellen were still my parents, and I their little daughter. Julie was still my sometimes obnoxious sister, and I her target for sharp verbal jabs.

Mommy remained very content with our new dual family dynamic. Conversations at the dinner table sounded the same as they ever had. Rarely did the subject of our sex play enter our conversations. When it did, Daddy quickly ended it. That was our other life. That was bedroom talk. That was for Julie and I trading stories in her room, and for Daddy when he was in bed with either me or Julie, or even both of us.

There was never any open talk of our parents’ bedroom high jinks, the norm in any family. But that didn’t stop Julie and I from speculating together! Our parents still treated us as traditional daughters, with all the accompanying family rules and regulations. Whenever I tried using our sexual relationship with Daddy as a tool to get something, it was harshly denied. Julie was an old pro at this, and warned me ahead of time. But I couldn’t resist the urge to try. Cute expressions and sexy gestures were of no use. I quickly learned the Peters family way.

One evening in our third week together, Daddy sat out on the patio smoking one of those aromatic Nicaraguan cigars, again. Some of the smoke had filtered back into the house. I could immediately tell he wasn’t smoking one of his cheaper smelly ones. The aroma drew me outside to sit with him. I purposely sat on the side where I saw the smoke drifting. As we talked, he noticed I was really enjoying taking in the smell, and shocked me by asking if I’d like to try one!

“Daddy! Girls don’t smoke cigars! Do they?”

“Not out in public much but, yeah, they do.”

“But wouldn’t Mommy be upset with you for letting me?” That my mother might disapprove of my Daddy letting me smoke a cigar suddenly seemed so ironic, as I mentally reconsidered my question.

“No, sweetie, not really. You see, for years now, after you girls were asleep, your mother and I have often smoked cigars together out here on the patio. In fact, she only smokes these Nicaraguan Conquistador Robustos because she loved the aroma and wanted to try one. After that she fell in love with them, as I have. She didn’t realize at the time that $12.00 was going up in smoke with every cigar. Haha! But I didn’t care. And it’s fine if you come to love them, too. Life’s too short, you know?”

“Huh! I never would have figured. OK, let me smoke one.”

“Slow down, sweetheart. Even though they smell so enticing, don’t think for a minute they’re not cigars. They’re strong, and it takes a while for your palate to become accustomed to it before you begin to truly appreciate the flavor of the smoke. And, you never inhale the smoke. You’ll cough up a lung! Fine cigar smoke is meant to be tasted and savored, then blown out. Cigars this size can last up to a full hour.”

Daddy temporarily put out his cigar and continued teaching me the fine points of cigar smoking. Smelling the tobaccos before lighting it. Cutting off the tip with his special cutter. Removing the band. How to hold it. The fine art of lighting it evenly with his triple-torch lighter. How to puff it to get it burning well. Then he described how the flavor profile changes as the cigar burns down. He said the Conquistadors get stronger as they burn down, but the wonderful flavor intensifies. Hmmm. I never realized there was so much to know about smoking a cigar.

“Once you’re used to the flavor on your palate, I’d be dumbfounded if you didn’t think they were delicious!”

“OK. It sounds great. Can I try one now?”

“But, of course, Mademoiselle. Or should I say Señorita, since Nicaraguans speak Spanish?”

“Whatever, Daddy. I wanna light one up!”

First, Daddy showed me the basics as he re-lit his cigar. He offered to light mine. I rehearsed puffing the way he had instructed me. Then, as he hit the end of the cigar with his torch lighter, I began the real puffing. My first two puffs went well as I breathed through my nose. It was the third one that threw me for a loop when I accidentally breathed through my mouth and inhaled the very smoky puff! Dear Lord, I though I was going to die!! I kept waiting to see one of my lungs flying out of my mouth as I coughed and coughed. Daddy took the lit cigar from my hand as I hacked away. He couldn’t stop laughing! He carefully snuffed it out for him to smoke some other time.