The woman, Angela Hunter, was 43 years old and lived in south U.S. She lived with her daughter, Stacy, who was 18. Not exactly well-paid, so she tried to earn some extra bucks by letting students live in the little guest-room, paid by the town's high school. Betty didn't know much more about her new "landlord" when she had decided to study for one year at this place rather than home in England. She heard a sound from inside when she rang the door bell, it sounded like someone coughing. Mrs Hunter opened the door. She was a bit taller than Betty, she was quite big in other senses than the length, too. She had long, thick, straight hair, somewhere between dark and red. She was wearing some kind of light summer dressed, revealing quite much so to speak. The very beginning of two long breasts was visible, too. This was far from Betty's more straight home environment. She introduced herself and was welcomed by Angela. The woman had a dangling cigarette between her lips, dragging on it every now and then, and smoke often flew from her mouth when talking. She sometimes nose exhaled, without removing the cigarette from her lips. Betty guessed from her voice that she was quite a frequent smoker and noticed that she sometimes was glancing at the woman's nostrils when she exhaled smoke through them.
- How much smoke have those nostrils transported, she thought to herself. - They must be black inside.
The woman was a bit, not really arrogant, but something in that direction. She didn't seem to care about me really, the girl thought. Angela told her she would meet the daughter, Stacy, later on when she would come home from her friend's place. The woman left to go outside in a little garden between this house and the next. The houses were quite small and attached to each other. Angela crushed her cigarette in an ash-tray, and lit a new one immediately after. From her window, Angela watched the big, pale woman who started to chat with the neighbour woman in the garden. They were both smoking a cigarette. Angela got something looking like a smoker's coughing fit. She coughed once right out, every now and then. Angela noticed she didn't do it deliberately, it was more of beyond her control. She smoked and smoked, much faster than the other woman, and she had soon finished her cigarette to start on a new one. Her cough kept going. Time after time (but usually with 30-90 seconds between), she inhaled deeply (her big chest expanding) and then coughed fairly hardly right out, sometimes turning her head a bit. She often exhaled the smoke in portions, starting with her mouth followed by two streams from her nose. Her nose was long and a bit bent. Angela couldn't stop watching the woman. She had noticed a few times she had some kind of interest for women or other girls who was smoking or coughing, but Angela Hunter was the best combination she had ever seen. She would look great if she would hold her hands up over her nose and mouth just once when coughing, Angela thought. She tried to imagine the woman's fingers sliding over that nose. Suddenly she was waken up from her day dream when the women said good-bye and Angela started to walk towards the door right under the window. The woman inhaled and then coughed harder than she had been doing during the chatting (still right out). She inhaled once again immediately after the first cough and coughed again, and for the first time she didn't cough only once. She coughed a few times, then inhaled deeper than before, put a hand over her mouth and coughed really deeply and sort of bent her body forward as a reflex. Betty heard something getting loose inside the woman's big chest and understood she coughed up some thick phlegm. Just as the woman removed her hand, their eyes suddenly met and Betty felt ridiculous.

Betty had her dinner at the university and when she came "home" in the evening, Stacy had come home. The girl was a bit darker than her mother, a real brunette. Her nose was long, but not as bent as Angela's, even if there was a obvious similarity. They were sitting around the kitchen table and Angela was smoking. Betty noticed she was almost exhaling the smoke over the girl sometimes. Just as they had said hello, the girl slowly inhaled, put a hand over the mouth and coughed in a much more slow way than her mother had done earlier.
- Poor girl, Betty thought, her lungs must be full of all her mother's second hand smoke.
Angela turned her head and coughed once, quite hardly and with a little rustling sound. She dragged on her cigarette and nose exhaled at the same time as she talked.
- Want to sit down and have a cigarette with us?
- Yes, please, Betty said and sat down, she then lit herself a cigarette. She couldn't help glancing at the woman's nose and her nostrils sometimes.
- How much do you smoke, Angela asked.
- Oh, only four to eight a day, I think.
- Mmm, that's good, the woman replied. - I think I smoke over 100 a day.
She coughed like she had been doing in the afternoon all the time. Still wearing the sun dress (and no bra under it, Betty noticed), she put a hand on to her large, large, white breast.
- Don't worry, my cough is soon over. I mean, for an hour or so at least. She laughed a little but the laugh turned into a hacking cough and she inhaled hardly and coughed hardly right out, much harder than before. The hacking went on and she inhaled again, and coughed hardly in her hand. She sounded like she was coughing some phlegm up. She then cheerfully touched her daughter's long nose with two fingers and Betty wasn't sure, but she thought it looked like the long, sexy nose was a bit "wet" where it had been touched.
If I only could put my arm around that big, big back the next time she coughs and put the other hand over her mouth, Betty thought to herself.
Without a word, Angela sticked a cigarette into Stacy's mouth and lit it. The girl dragged, inhaled (though not so hardly as her mother) and nose exhaled, her head turned back a bit.
They seemed to get along well, chatting a little and smoking like this in the evening but suddenly Angela got up and went into the TV room with the cigarette dangling from her lips. Betty understood the chat time was over and decided to go to bed. She felt so attracted by the large woman with her "loose" way of dressing which revealed so much of her body, and of course by the smoking and so on and she had for a short while hoped she could at least embrace her when saying good night, but she understood the woman didn't really care about such things. She was a bit "cold" and arrogant, even with the daughter. Just as she said good-night, Stacy coughed again with her hands up over her long nose. Betty saw the girl letting the fingers slide down over the nose.

First, she didn't understand what had waken her up in the middle of the night. Then, she heard Angela's usual cough.
- Poor her, she must have a bad night cough, smoking like that, Betty thought. She tried to fall asleep again. Angela coughed again.
- Poor, 43 years old lungs, Betty thought. I wonder at what age she started to smoke?
Angela coughed again, this time a bit harder.
- Oh, please, stop coughing, she thought but Angela coughed again.
- Please, please, decrease your smoking a bit, your large, black, sexy lungs will be so damaged, so damaged, Angela moaned to herself and noticed that she was getting wet.
Angela coughed again, harder than ever and sounded like she coughed some phlegm up.
- If I only could watch her, Angela thought. - No, don't be ridiculous, you can't go downstairs, she thought to herself, but she couldn't stop herself from leaving the bed. Carefully, almost with a sound, she went downstairs. Angela stood in the TV room, looking out through the window. She had a cigarette in her hand, and she was wearing a night dress that revealed everything. She hadn't switched on the lights, but nevertheless, Betty could see the top parts of the breasts from where she stood. She had found a place outside the TV room where she could hide behind a shelf. Every time Angela coughed or smoked, the poor girl got just more and more humid. The woman was coughing right out towards the window. Sometimes she just coughed once, sometimes for a longer time. Sometimes with a rustling sound like if there were phlegm coming up from the bottom of her chest, sometimes with a hard, sharp sound. Angela noticed she took really deep drags on the cigarette all the time, sometimes even double drags.

Suddenly, Betty relealized she wasn't the only one watching. So far, she hadn't noticed, but now she caught the sight of Stacy who had also been watching. - Did she hear me coming, Betty thought. - No probably not. She calmed down. Stacy had been standing just outside the TV room, actually between Angela and Betty, but sort of hiding behind a large plant. The girl was holding her hands up over her nose and mouth, massaging the nose up and down. She looked a bit worried, Betty thought. Angela coughed deeply again, coughed again and Betty understood she coughed some phlegm up again and swallowed. Betty was watching the woman like in some sort of trance, when Stacy suddenly left her place behind that plant and went into the TV room. - Oh, Mom, please, the girl moaned and put a hand over her mother's mouth as the woman was inhaling to cough again.
- What are they doing, Betty thought. The girl now had both her hands up over that long nose that transported so much cigarette smoke from her lungs all the days long and was massaging it up and down, up and down. She didn't stop even when the woman coughed, so she was catching the cough in her hands. Angela wanted to smoke, so Stacy removed the hands and started to massage her chest instead.
Betty wasn't sure, but she thought one of the hands sometimes moved a little bit too far down also. When Betty saw the woman nose exhale the smoke at her daughter's face, she couldn't resist starting to massage herself anymore. Angela got a longer coughing fit than usual and Stacy catched the cough in her hands again. Betty reached her climax when she watched the woman cough phlegm right out in the girl's hands and the girl started to massage her own, long, lovely nose with that phlegm. Betty saw that the girl reached her climax too.
Angela turned around, finished her cigarette and Betty thought she would embrace her daughter, kiss her good-night or at least do something in that way, but she just left the room to go upstairs. She was so cold, Betty thought. The woman and the girl passed where Betty was hiding, but they couldn't see her in the dark. Betty wanted so much to be together with the girl, take care of her, embrace her and so on since the mother didn't seem to, but of course she could do only nothing.

She went upstairs, quietly, after waiting until she was sure the other two had gone into their rooms and fell asleep. The morning after, she woke up when Stacy knocked on her door.
- "Breakfast", the girl shouted. - "You can take a shower if you like when Mom's finished", she added when Betty opened the door.
- "Thanks d... Stacy", Betty smiled and tried to catch her eyes. She had almost said "dear", but managed to change.
The girl gave her a quick and somewhat shy glance back and smiled shortly. She then coughed a little while going downstairs.
Betty didn't hear a sound from the bathroom, then she realized Angela just was on her way up, Stacy had fixed the breakfast. Angela got a terrible coughing fit. She came out from her bedroom on her way into the bathroom, coughing almost wildly. When she caught the sight of Betty, she quickly put a hand over her mouth and tried to talk.
- Why - don't - you have breakfast first ... before... you take... a shower, I'm a bit late this ... morning, she coughed.
Betty went downstairs. Stacy and Betty had their breakfast together and they could hear the woman coughing all the time. She sometimes sounded like her lungs were coming up.
- Is your Mom always like this in the mornings, Betty asked.
- Yes, her cough is quite bad in the mornings. Well, in the days too, of course, but it's worst in the mornings.
- Yes, I noticed, Betty smiled and glanced at the girls exciting nostrils. - Do you have a smoker's cough too, she added.
- No, of course not, the girl laughed. - I always cough a little anyway, she added. For the first time Betty had seen the girl laugh. They had a nice talk while eating. Betty was about to ask if her Mom coughed in the nights too, when Angela came down. She was wearing a somewhat more straight dress now (though still very casual, at least in in Betty's eyes). She stopped and watched the two girls and for the first time since Betty had arrived, she started to smile cheerfully. She obviously liked the sight of the two girls, chatting like old friends. The woman sat down to have her breakfast.
- She's so BIG, Betty thought to herself. - Well, not extremely fat, she's tall and big from the beginning, but she surely has some extra pounds also... She glanced at the big, pink, top part of the chest. A necklace were almost like lying on it. She noticed that the woman's breasts couldn't be so large actually, but they were very long and wide. A smell of cigarette smoke came from her, Betty understood she had had her first one, two or perhaps even three cigarettes already.
Betty thanked for the breakfast and went up to have her morning shower and so. When she later came down, Angela and Stacy was smoking a cigarette together before leaving. Just as she came in, Stacy was dragging so her cheeks caved in and Angela said with smoke flowing from her nose and mouth;
- Do you have time to have a cig with us or do you have to leave for the high school already?
Betty said she had time and sat down. She couldn't help watching the girl who opened her mouth after dragging so all the smoke became visible. Stacy then pulled the smoke down in her lungs before exhaling through her mouth, after a short while followed by a nose exhale.
She felt a bit embarrassed when she understood Angela in turn had been watching her, when watching the girl.
- What a little lady, don't you think, Angela said and coughed.
- Knows how to use her nostrils you know, she continued, show her the other way, Stacy.
The girl dragged on the rest of her cigarette until it was finished, then let smoke flow up from her lips and in through her nostrils. She crushed the cigarette in the ash-tray and mouth exhaled. Betty wasn't sure if the girl was even aware of the following, thin nose exhale.
- I taught her that when she was 17, Angela said, a bit proudly. The girl put her hands up over her mouth so that her fingers lay on the nose wings and coughed softly but with a rattling.
- I'd bet you taught her to cough too, Betty thought. First she felt a bit annoyed by a so young girl smoking like this and coughing a bit because of it too. Or, rather she thought she felt annoyed, but suddenly she realized her annoyance was turning into a feeling of pleasure, of amusement.
- Have you learnt any more tricks like that, she asked the girl.
- Only a few, Angela replied before the girl had even opened her mouth, - but the French inhale is the most common one, I mean the others are perhaps a bit... private.
- Oh, how do you mean, private? Betty asked with a genuine curousity.
Angela had lit a new cigarette and took her daughter by the hand to pull her a bit closer to herself. She took a mouthfull of smoke,and pulled the smoke down into her lungs. Stacy leaned her head backward a bit and Angela blew a thin, thin stream of smoke towards the girl's right nostril. Stacy inhaled the smoke. Betty guessed this was the end of it, but Angela quickly dragged again and blew a new stream of smoke, this time in the girl's open mouth. Angela still had smoke left in her lungs and blew a second stream into the girl's left nostril. The girl managed to inhale this time too, and Betty was surprised she could hold her breath for so long with all that smoke inside her. Finally, the girl turned her head and exhaled the smoke. Well, not all of it, she then leaned her head backward and nose exhaled the remaining part.

Poor Betty could hardly concentrate on her studies this day, feeling so hot all the time. She couldn't wait until the evening, when she again would have dinner with Angela and Stacy, then smoke a cigarette together with them, not to mention smoking together in the evening. They would show her more tricks, perhaps she could blew smoke into that girl's lovely nostrils, perhaps... perhaps into Angela's. Betty's fantasy had no limits. Unfortunately, the girl had to do a lot of studying and Angela went over to the neighbour woman. After studying a while after dinner, Betty went into Stacy's room where the girl was reading her books.
- Feel like a smoke break?, Betty asked.
- No thanks, I've already smoked 12 today, the girl replied quietly.
- 12 cigarettes, Betty thought to herself, she's more into it than I am.
Stacy noticed the disappointment in Betty's eyes.
- Maybe half a cig then, she said and Betty sat down.
The girl started with a slow nose exhale and Betty wasn't sure whether it was deliberate or not.
- Oh, your poor nostrils must be black already, Betty smiled.
- Hope so, the girl replied without hesitating.
Betty closed her eyes a short while before asking;
- Could I... could I ... touch you over the nostrils?
- Sure, Stacy replied and moved to closer to Betty.
Betty got really hot when moving her finger tips over those exciting nostrils. She started to caress the long, sexy nose up and down when she understood the girl was about to cough. She put her hand over the mouth and catched her soft, warm cough in her hand.
- Is there anything I could do to make you... you know?, Betty whispered when they suddenly heard Angela entering the house. The woman coughed hardly and deeply and Betty noticed how the girl forgot about everything else. Angela coughed time after time, and the girl listened with her eyes closed and she had started to massage herself with one hand over her nose and one hand over something completely different.
WHen Angela coughed up her phlegm, the girl reached her climax and Betty embraced her and touched just inside her nostril with the tip of her tongue.
The girl's orgasm was heavier than ever before and she embraced Betty hardly afterwards, breathing heavily. Betty missed her climax this time and feel asleep later in the evening without having reached the goal.

Betty didn't wake up every night, but this night Angela's cough woke her up. Maybe she didn't cough every night, maybe Betty had got used to it, she didn't quite know why she didn't always wake up like this.
First, after getting up from her bed, she noticed Stacy's door was open, so she assumed the girl was down there again with her mother.
- I just must watch them, she thought and walked downstairs without making a sound.
Everytime Angela coughed, it sounded harder than usual. It was like if she tried to cough as hardly as she could. Betty could hardly keep a moaning sound back when saw them. The girl was laying on her back in the sofa and Angela was sitting on her knees over the girl. The woman was leaning forward, only wearing an extremely thin night dress which was open, coughing right into the girl's face time after time. She was also blowing her smoke into the face everytime she exhaled. When she didn't cough, she put the cigarette between her lips, dragged, nose exhaled into Stacy's face over and over again. Then, inhaled to cough, coughed right into the face before putting the cigarette back. Every time she dragged, she massaged the girl's nose with her fingers. Betty was close to getting an orgasm and when she saw the woman's pink, long, wide breasts hanging naked down and sometimes, though not deliberately, touching the girl's body, she got it.
Unfortunately, she completely lost the control over herself and rushed into the room. The other two were so excited so they hardly understood what was happening, but suddenly Angela's and Betty's eyes met.

For a second or two, the three of them stared at each other, even if it felt like for ages. Then, Betty moaned;
- please, please go on, please,
and put her hands up over Angela's long, bent nose and massaged it up and down for a while. She then realized what she was doing and removed her hands. Angela just went on smoking and coughing like before. Betty took the woman's cigarette, dragged and exhaled into Stacy's face before treating her long nose with her tongue and she got a second orgasm at the same time as Stacy got her.
- Now, time for you then, Angela coughed and forced Betty down on the sofa. Her warm, big body touched Betty's and she took an enormously long drag and exhaled all of it into Betty's open mouth. Just as Betty felt she smoke inside her, she saw Angela nostrils above her expanding as the woman inhaled hardly to cough. She got the hot, humid cough right into her face and Angela smiled a little when she dragged on the cigarette, massaging Betty's nose at the same time. She kept the cigarette between her lips and pumped smoke through her nostrils over Betty's face, time after time.
- Now, time to learn never to watch me when I don't know I'm being watched, she whispered with a rasping sound before taking a triple drag. She exhaled through both her long nose and mouth into Betty's face, still bending forward over the girl. She coughed twice in Betty's face, then coughed harder than before in her hand. Betty heard her cough up, and she massaged Betty's nose with her phlegm. Stacy was watching all the time, massaging herself over her nose and over other parts, too.
- Beg her, Stacy smiled. - Beg her to stop, that's your only way out of it.
- And, when you've begged, Angela filled in, Stacy will treat you with her smoke until she's satisfied.
Both Angela and Stacy waited for a sign from Betty that Stacy would get what she wanted, when Betty suddenly embraced the woman's large, pink, warm body, before massaging that bent, long, sexy nose with her fingers. Betty got a new orgasm and embraced the woman harder than ever, and for the first time for years, Angela suddenly reached her climax. Stacy had never seen her Mom really getting satisfied by this business the way she herself always got.