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Authors name: Anonymous Author (address withheld)
Story title : Wedding Reception
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Wedding Reception (MF, oral, mast, smoking)
by Anonymous Author (address withheld by request)
***
A young man returns to his hometown for his friend's
wedding and runs into a sexy mature next-door neighbor
now divorced who has a thing for smoking.
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I hadn't been back to my hometown for almost ten years,
not since high school graduation. A close friend was
getting married and so I made the trip back for the big
celebration. I was looking forward to seeing old friends
and visiting some of the local haunts.
On the flight back I remembered my next-door neighbor,
Mrs. Allen. She was a beautiful woman in her early
thirties, a brunette with a small, slim body, and of
course, she smoked.
Mrs. Allen spent a lot of time sunning herself in the
backyard and I spent a lot of time watching Mrs. Allen. I
was hoping to see her at the wedding.
Sure enough, she was at the church, sitting two rows in
front of me. My eyes kept returning to her, her hair was
cut short and revealed her lovely neck. Best of all, she
was sitting alone.
As soon as the ceremony was over, she dashed outside for
a cigarette, a VS120. I rushed over to say hi, thank god
she remembered me and did most of the talking. Watching
her smoke, just as tan as ever, in that small black
dress, I was rapidly getting hard. I put my hands in my
pants to hide the bulge.
I casually asked about her husband and she said they had
divorced about a year ago and I had to fight the urge to
yell, yes! I followed her to the reception and we sat
together at the same table. Soon we were chatting over a
glass of wine, and I couldn't keep my eyes off this
beauty.
After dinner, she excused herself to the restroom. After
a few minutes I watched her slip out the front door. I
gathered all my boldness and followed her out. There she
was, a freshly lit cigarette between her pink frosted
lips. She asked me if I would like one and I told her I
didn't smoke. She apologized and said she hoped it didn't
bother me.
I assured her it didn't and then managed to blurt out
that I thought she looked very sexy when she smoked.
Carol gave me a kind of embarrassed smile and continued
smoking. After a few awkward moments she put out her
cigarette and asked if I was ready to go back in.
As she entered, she reached to hold my hand and led me to
the dance floor. I held her close as we danced, smelling
the combination of perfume and smoke. I'm sure she knew
she was in full control now; the bulge in my pants was
unmistakable.
The next hour was the longest in my life as we danced
every slow dance, hardly speaking, but we both grew
bolder with our hands and bodies. Finally, Carol pulled
my head down to hers and kissed me with those lovely pink
lips. I think we had better go some place private before
we go to far she said, and I didn't need to be told
twice. We said our hurried good-byes and rushed in our
cars to her house.
As soon as the front door shut, our lips came together
again. She had smoked a cigarette in the car and my
tongue ravaged her mouth, enjoying every taste. She
unzipped me and reached in my pants, freeing my cock and
leading me into the living room. She undressed me right
there and without a word knelt before me and began to
blow me.
I had fantasized about this hundreds of times and now it
was coming true! After a few minutes of pure heaven, she
stood and commented that I was much bigger than her
husband.
She picked up her purse began to walk to the bedroom,
beckoning me to follow. With Carol standing at the edge
of the bed I knelt and kissed her nylon-covered legs,
removing her shoes and hose. Her panties were very wet,
and once off, I licked and kissed her pussy. Her hands
held my head tight to her and she sighed, I've dreamed
about this many times.
I stood and removed her dress and bra, seeing the
beautiful tan lines around her breasts. We lay on the bed
and slowly I entered her, filling her and then pulling
out to the tip. After only a few minutes, she stiffened
and groaned, Oh god, I'm coming! I pumped hard through
her orgasm and within seconds she came again.
As she recovered, I looked over to the nightstand and saw
an ashtray there. Her eyes followed mine and then she
smiled. Would you like me to smoke? She asked as she
reached for her purse. Calmly, she first applied a new
coat of lipstick, then she pulled out a cigarette and
handed me the lighter.
With trembling hands I lit the cigarette. She inhaled
deeply and exhaled the smoke toward her breasts. I could
feel my orgasm building. She took a second drag and then
pulled my face toward her, blowing smoke in my face.
Seconds away from coming, I began pumping hard, Carol
held the cigarette clenched in her teeth, smoke billowing
from her mouth.
Suddenly I exploded inside her, and just like in a
hundred dreams before, I cried out, Oh, Mrs. Allen, I
love you. Carol took the cigarette from her mouth and I
collapsed beside her, kissing and watching her smoke the
last of the cigarette. As soon as she had finished one
cigarette, she lit another and moved between my legs,
determined to bring my cock back to life with smoke and
her mouth.
In no time at all I was hard again and enjoying my first
smoky blowjob. Carol smoked the whole cigarette while
blowing me; it was the most erotic experience of my life.
Then she lowered herself on my cock, slowly impaling
herself. Once filled, she again applied another coat of
lipstick and lit her third straight cigarette. She began
fiddling with her clit as she smoked, building to her
orgasm.
With each exhale she breathed the word Fuck from her
smoke-filled mouth until finally she came with a low
groan. Carol locked the cigarette between her lips and
began fucking me, her hands on my chest and sliding my
cock in and out of her pussy. She came several times
before I blew my load into her. I was exhausted, but
Carol was on fire! Between my legs, she began sucking my
balls and licking my asshole.
No one had ever done that to me before and amazingly, I
got hard again. Carol sat her beautiful ass on my face
and I began licking her asshole. Suddenly I realized that
I was tasting my own come dribbling from her pussy.
At this point, I was so turned on that cleaned out her
pussy and then returned to her ass. Carol begged me to
fuck her again; she was on all fours with her ass
sticking up. I mounted her from behind and we fucked like
two dogs in heat.
Carol was totally out of control, babbling obscenities as
her body flooded with orgasms. Finally, I came, maybe a
drop or two) and we slept for the remainder of the night.
The next morning, Carol woke me to a glass of champagne
and a smoky kiss. She fondled my cock and then told me to
masturbate while she smoked, totally naked. I had done
this a thousand times I my mind, but now here I was,
pumping my dick while this lovely woman smoked for me.
Before I went too far, she took a drag, inhaled, then
kissed me, letting the smoke fill my mouth. Then she
whispered in my ear, Come in my mouth, darling. Not one
to argue, I watched as she took another drag and then
with her eyes never leaving mine, engulfed my hard cock.
In no time she drained me dry.
We spent the rest of the morning in bed, and then it was
time to leave. I could barely walk through the airport
because I was so sore, and I didn't want to get hard
again for a week!
When I got home there was a message from Carol saying she
was looking for a cigarette holder for our next
rendezvous. My hand moved to my hardening cock as I
called the airline to make a reservation.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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