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Story title : Hot Smoke and Sassafras
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Hot Smoke and Sassafras (MF, smoking, oral, public-sex)
By Mick Carlo
***
Author's note: You will notice that the Sassafras tree
has absolutely nothing to do with the theme of the story
you are about to read. However, "HOT SMOKE and SASSAFRAS"
was a song by a little-known rock group of the late 1960s
called 'The Bubble Puppy.' It was an underground hit back
when my wife Becky and I were dating. The melody and
lyrics of the song conjure many hot memories for me. So
in that sense, it has everything to do with this story.
To this very day, I cannot listen to it without thinking
of my wife (then girlfriend), who had me wrapped around
her finger, and had me on the verge of blissful orgasm
every time she lit up! This story is lovingly dedicated
to her & the flame, who has kept it interesting all of
these years.
About the story: To say that I enjoy watching women smoke
would be an enormous understatement! My feelings run deep
on this subject, and the influences are many. All I know
is that I've suffered alone under this 'affliction' for
many years. The story I am about to relate was my outlet
for decades of suppressing this somewhat odd sexual urge.
This is my way of coming out of that small, oppressive
closet.
CHAPTER 1: The Birth of a Fetish.
Until I purchased my computer, I thought that I was
unique in my intense passion for women who smoke. Now, I
find there are many fetishists out there with almost the
same attraction. I began, once again, to feel alone in my
'variation on a theme' which is to see a painfully stiff
cock spurting hot cum all over the face of a sexy woman,
while in a teasing way, she nonchalantly smokes a
cigarette.
I cannot tell you exactly what it is about that image I
find so erotic. I've tried to objectively psychoanalyze
this 'kink' through the years, but I could never think it
out clearly enough. Just imagining it would produce a
major hard-on and make me quiver, quake and clutch at
myself! (DAMN IT! IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN! DOWN BOY! DOWN!
BACK, I SAY!!) Sorry... Where was I?
Anyway, I guess it's something along the train of thought
that a woman who smokes projects the image of being a
'naughty girl.' Yes. The 'naughty girl syndrome.' Smoking
in a sensual manner, turning on the animal urge within a
man. Exciting him to the point of simply pulling his hard
prick out of his trousers and exploding sperm in her
face... something like that. Sexist? I know. At any rate,
I believed myself to be alone in this desire. But, I see
now that there are others turned on by this image also,
including women!
I've had this dual fetish for as long as I can recall.
Long before I met my wife Becky. Its psychological roots,
I believe, are embedded in events surrounding my early
youth. Cigarette ads were in full swing on television, in
newspapers and magazines. Sex then, as it does now, sold
everything from apples to zooplankton (sorry, I couldn't
think of a 'Z' product)! Cigarettes were no exception!
MAN, the women in those ads looked positively orgasmic
over the simple act of smoking a cigarette.
It was also around that time a friend described the adult
act of oral sex to my virgin ears. I was shocked and
amazed a woman would even consider putting a cock to her
lips! Somehow, the two concepts linked in my young brain.
After that, when watching cigarette commercials, where
women were depicted [in a sexy way] smoking at the beach
or at a party etc., the oral symbolism of the cork or all
white tip being thrust between full wet lips, and the
exhale of satisfying smoke through said pursed lips, all
became highly significant to my fevered pubescent brain.
Those images flooded my masturbatory dreams! Hence, the
association began.
The start of my fetish also had a great deal to do with
my older cousin Sandy and I hung around together when she
was 16. We were quite close. Our relationship lasted for
a long time. I don't see her as often now, but the strong
bond between us still exists. When I was a mere boy of
13, I thought that she was just THE sexiest woman on the
planet! As I think about it now, she kind of had a
Bernadette Peter-ish quality about her facial features.
'Bee-stung' pouty lips, small nose ... deep brown bedroom
eyes! I'd cream my jeans at just the thought of her; and
often did.
She had the most alluring face with THE most
tantalizingly sexy mouth. Just watching her eat was a
distraction and would never fail to produce an immense
boner in my slacks at the dinner table! I was lucky my
mother and aunt never noticed. It would have been a very
difficult thing to explain! "Is the spaghetti THAT good,
or are you just happy to see us?"
Of course, you know where I'm heading with this, right?
YES, Sandy smoked! She did it with the same finesse and
feminine sexual qualities as did the women in the TV ads.
Almost as if smoking was the next best thing to sex
itself! My aunt didn't know Sandy smoked. It was the
height of sexual exuberance for me when she'd ask me to
sneak out with her so she could have a cigarette. She
knew it, too! The bulge in my drawers and the subsequent
wet spot at the tip would give me away every time.
She knew she excited me, but it was never communicated
between us through direct words. Her actions, and my
reactions spoke volumes! At times during those trips
outside, she would really get off on teasing my sorry
young butt with her adult habit. More frequently, the
subject of sex would arise.
She'd begin teasing me by describing sexual activities
she enjoyed, all the while smoking her cigarette,
touching herself in various places and 'unintentionally'
(heh) blowing smoke in my adolescent face! Nothing ever
happened between us, but I think the connection was
forever etched in my boyish fantasies. I thought about it
often, as I grew older.
At about the age of 17, I viewed my first pornographic
movie with a group of friends. Vincent's parents had gone
away one weekend and in no time a party was organized.
Beer was purchased, a few girls were invited (some of
whom smoked) and a good time was expected by all. Vincent
didn't let us down.
Prior to the party, he had located a rather large shoebox
in his father's closet just brimming over with dirty
magazines, novels and pictures of women in various stages
of undress. With an evil laugh, he produced the box at
the party and placed it on the floor. All of us boys
gathered around knowing that it contained something
remarkable and not intended for our eyes. When the lid
was lifted, the nature of its contents was revealed to
our bulging eyes (and pants) by the thick magazine on
top.
From the glossy cover, a sexy young redhead stared out at
us. Part of her face was obscured by the biggest, and
stiffest penis I had ever seen! I mean this meat pole was
HUGE! The titanic cock, jutting obscenely across her face
with it's bloated head extending way passed her lips,
belonged to a man standing next to her. She knelt in
submission on the floor. The cock was obviously in the
throes of a massive orgasm.
A long rope of cum (too long for the camera to catch it's
end) was shooting from the dripping head positioned well
beyond the other side of her sweet looking face! We
looked at each other in awe with our mouths agape for a
moment. Then simultaneously, we plunged our hands into
the box and started sorting through its offerings, much
to the chagrin of the girls present at the party.
At the very bottom of the box, something rattled. It was
a film canister housing his dad's one and only porno
flick. Vincent ran to the family room closet and pulled
out a projector and screen. We waited impatiently as a
couple of the guys scrambled to set everything up. With
the exception of the girls, who migrated to the next
room, the family room was filled with just us horny 'men'
... champing at the bit for Christmas to begin.
The 8mm film began, (already sending my dick skyward),
with a sexy 30-ish woman standing at a bus stop smoking a
cigarette. She looked so hot I thought I'd die! Before
long, a car pulled up and the man inside offered her a
ride. She crushed out her cigarette, with high-heeled
pumps, and accepted the offer. They ended up at his flat,
where things eventually progress to a rather intense game
of 'hide the salom.'
The important point to be made here is the way the film
ended ... with the man pulling out of her drenched pussy,
brazenly jacking off his stiff cock in front of her face,
and... the obligatory facial cum shot! I honestly did not
expect this to happen! It took me completely by surprise!
Yet I watched, enthralled with the flickering image of
this girl having spurt after ropey spurt of jism splash,
with pent-up force against her made up face, while she
moaned with a passion you can't fake! I couldn't believe
my eyes! She was not only letting him do this incredibly
nasty thing to her, but SHE LOVED IT, AND WAS WANTONLY
BEGGING FOR MORE! I had to see it again and again. Hence,
the start of my second fetish began to take shape. I
wanted to do that to a sexy female visage some day.
My cohorts agreed to another showing of this flick. For
some reason, during the second time, my sexy cousin
popped into mind. Sandy was away at college and I hadn't
talked to her for a while. I can't explain why she
invaded my thoughts at that particular moment, but as the
hot wet ending of the movie unfolded before me, my mind
began to drift. The sound of the projector became a
distant mechanized hum.
Thoughts of those sexually electric days with Sandy came
flooding back in short snips of imagery. All those
teasing smoke-filled moments entered my brain with ever
increasing velocity. Until... it was Sandy's face being
absolutely deluged in hot sperm! My testicles exploded,
as she teasingly blew smoke from pouting, painted lips,
at MY spurting prick head! Cum dripped from almost every
part of her cute face! Her lips, cheeks and nose... even
her dangling hoop earrings, were blasted with flying
'jism' (a particularly nasty local street term we used to
describe sperm), as she moaned through her own intense
orgasm....
The laughter came in chortles at first... Then guffaws
filtered into this scene happening in my head. It was at
this point I'd realized that I had shot off in my pants!
And a hefty load at that! It was my friends' laughter I
was hearing, and it was directed at me! I'm telling you,
it took me a long time to live that one down, an incident
that would almost repeat itself in the years ahead.
Only the next time it happened, I wouldn't mind it at
all! The steamy scene ran like a movie over and over
again in my teenage thoughts for days on end. When Sandy
returned from college during her break that year, it was
hard to look at her without imagining what her pretty
face would look like dripping with my gooey hot spunk!
From that point on, I only dated girls who smoked. I'd go
out of my way to be near them whenever they'd light up,
and I would savor every smoky kiss.
As I said before, I've lived with these fetishes for
quite awhile, long before I met my wife Becky. I never
told anyone about them. Even my closest girlfriends were
completely unaware of my fantasies of seeing their facial
features covered in shimmering sperm as they smoked a
cigarette. Nor, did I ever give the slightest thought to
cornering some other unsuspecting soul into indulging me
in what I considered to be 'my dark desires.' I kept it
to myself.
It took my beautiful wife to bring it out. BROTHER, DID
SHE EVER BRING IT OUT! When we met, a great many things
attracted me to her; Her looks, for one! Her intelligence
was above reproach. Her wit was unrestrained. Logic and
perceptiveness were at the forefront of her character.
She was quite a find! Oh, and did I mention? She was, and
still is a 'little devil,' as well! She liked to tease!!
There was just no way of getting away from these women!
It didn't take long to fall head over heels in love with
her.
I didn't know she smoked until our third date...
I treated her to the best restaurant in town. One we
would visit later in our marriage with another purpose in
mind other than just eating. We had just ordered our
dinner and struck up a discussion about her schooling
when, in the middle of the conversation, she asked if I
would mind if she smoked. My response was choked with
sexual tension as I said, almost too loudly, "NO... I
mean... no, please... go right ahead." At which point,
she pulled a cigarette from her purse and asked for a
light. I fumbled through my shirt pocket, produced a
lighter and with a quivering hand, I held the flame out
to touch the end of her cigarette. She gently steadied my
hand with her own and looked straight into my eyes.
The touch of her hand sent shock waves through my body
right down to my cock! I nearly lost it right there! My
pants immediately tented when she had asked me for a
light. But when she took a long drag with those lush red
lips, while still holding my hand, and proceeded to blow
the smoke directly in my face during her exhale...
WELL... I almost set my slacks afloat.
She didn't seem to notice my reaction to this and she
continued to smoke in a sexy way, and our conversation
progressed. I tried to keep my composure and stifle a
groan, while my stiff member attempted to betray me by
saturating my Fruits-of-the-loom! I kid you not! By the
time she'd finished her cigarette, I had already shot off
in my pre-cum soaked trousers once, and was well on my
way to another, when the waiter brought our food. I had
to put my overcoat on, while in a sitting position,
before we got up to leave the restaurant.
Thank goodness it was the middle of winter or the truth
would have been quite evident to everyone there,
including my future wife! As I found out later, the sight
of my cum stained pants was a turn-on for her, also.
Over the years of marriage, she began to take notice of
how attentive I was whenever she'd light a cigarette.
Especially when she was in full make-up and wearing
earrings. I would find myself focused on her lush,
painted. ovaled lips shimmering wetly, as she blew the
smoke passed them. I started to envision my stiff
sputtering cock in front of them when she did that! All
this did not escape Becky's attention although we never
spoke a single word concerning my obvious excitement...
CHAPTER 2: The Cultivation of My Wife's Fetish
Our situation continued in much the same manner for a
time. This wonderful, hot teasing on Becky's part, and me
afraid to discuss it with her, for fear of rejection.
Little did I know she was already on to me.
My infatuation with my wife, and her smoking, grew
stronger with each passing day. I was in a constant state
of arousal. I'm sure she took notice to the ever-present
lump in my pants whenever she'd light up. It became an
uncontrollable and a volatile condition at times.
No matter where we were, or who was around, when she'd
bring a cigarette to her painted lips, the 'beast' would
rise up within the dark confines of my trousers and
reveal it's rigid shape to anyone who cared to glance
down. When out in a public place, it got so bad I would
have to excuse myself. With as much dignity as possible,
I'd limp off to the nearest men's room.
Once inside the privacy of a stall, after the struggle to
get the zipper down over the protruding bulge, my stiff
pole would pop forcefully from the opening and into my
waiting hand. Jerking off would be a mere formality, and
short lived when I was in this state. Almost instantly my
prick would be shooting thick streams across the cubical
to splash against the wall on the other side.
Most of the time there would be enough warning for me to
grab a wad of toilet paper to fire my frustrated sperm
into. But there were those times when my cock would
already be spurting as it stiffly sprung from the open
zipper of my pants. I'd return to my wife with her
usually whispering a private comment like, "Well, that
was fast!" For a moment, I would think she knew what I
had been doing. But then I d shake that feeling, and
think she was referring to the length of time it took me
to pee, and return.
It was around then I noticed my wife's smoking style
began to take on a kind of showmanship quality. It became
more vamp-like, teasing, and deliberate. More frequent
'accidental' exhales in my face, or at my crotch! Call me
dense, but I wasn't aware she'd caught on to my little
desires, but it further fueled my fantasies. I was like a
teen again, running off to the bathroom every chance I
got to jerk off all over my hand and pants, as a result
of her 'unintentional' teasing! Don't get me wrong. Our
sex life was flourishing! If anything, it became more
intense due to all this teasing. But we never carried
through with this fetish of mine in bed. Never a word was
spoken.
Then one sweltering mid-summer day, out of the proverbial
'blue,' my fantasy became a reality! It came like a hot
kiss from the business end of a wet fist... All at
once... hard... and it took me completely by surprise!!
*SMACK* (sorry... it's the detective story-writer coming
out in me... It won't happen again.)
Anyway, I was standing on a stepladder, fixing the light
fixture above the kitchen table, when she walked in
dressed and made-up for work. She sat down across from me
on the other side of the table, lit a cigarette and
smoked while watching me work.
There I was, in full view, standing on a short ladder. I
was not able to hide the rigidly pointing cock in my
loose-fitting slacks this time. It would have been
difficult to miss, jutting straight out, like some
obscene tent pole! The shape of the head was clearly
visible through the thin material! (NO! I had not put on
any underwear that day because it was so hot... I can be
such a stupid ass!)
What made it worse was that after every sexy drag she
took into her lungs, she would blow the exhaled smoke
right AT the tent in my slacks, while seemingly showing
interest in my work! I'm a sucker for her. I can't take
much teasing, before my cock starts wagging like a
puppy's tail.
Soon, my hard pole began to lurch noticeably behind the
stretched material. It throbbed for her with every beat
of my heart. Tell-tale pre-cum, oozing from my leaking
boner, started to bleed through my pants right in front
of her eyes, causing the shameful details of my condition
to become much more distinct! It was then I realized she
had noticed the affect her actions were having upon me,
because I heard her gasp with the intake of her next
puff.
What's more, my knees were weakening. I found it
increasingly harder (heh) to keep a steady balance.
"Here, let me help you hon," she said.
With that, she stood up and walked over to me. Her lovely
face was now at crotch level. She had taken a long sexy
drag on her way over to me. With the cigarette in the
same hand, she grabbed the head of my painfully stiff
boner through slacks that were absolutely cum-soaked. Her
fist squeezed until an audible squishing sound could be
heard! The sound made us BOTH gasp in hot pleasure. All
this, while she blew smoke around the protruding head.
"While you're working on that," she said breathlessly,
"I'll help you by working the stiffness out of your
pants, since I'm the cause of it!"
I gasped again and nearly fell as she started to roughly
jerk me off through my soaked trousers. She plastered the
sticky fabric around my dick, molding it to its rigid
shape, until even my balls were distinguishable under the
thin material! This made it easier for her hand, still
holding the cigarette, to slick nosily up and down from
tip to base at greater speed.
I later found out that she enjoyed making me cum off in
my slacks, and would do it over again many times in the
months to come! Sometimes she would jack me to a climax&
and other times she wouldn't even have to touch me! It
gave her a sense of power knowing that she could excite
me to the point of shooting off in my pants, and I would
have no control over it.
Realizing she was bound and determined to make me shoot
off in my pants, I gave into the feeling. I stood
powerless to do anything about it, my fists clenching at
my side, watching her hand jack relentlessly on my
bloated prick. The sexy sound of it became louder. My
groans became louder as I started to spurt so hard it
shot through the fabric. With a scream she moved her hand
to the base. Wielding my cloth-covered boner like a club,
she began slapping it against her face repeatedly. Spurt
after spurt of warm cum shot and oozed out through the
constricting fabric, covering her lips and cheeks.
"OH MY GOD HONEY! LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO TO YOUR FACE!"
I choked, after my orgasm began to subside. But she
wasn't done with me yet...
Cum steaks drenched her lovely features.
"I know! Do it again! Pull it out, baby! Pull it out and
jerk off all over my face! I want to feel your cum
squirting against my lips! I've been mean to you, teasing
you with my smoking! Now it's time to pay me back! Show
me what my smoking has done to you! Pull your stiff cock
out and jack it off in front of my face! Fuck it through
your fist against my face. DAMN IT, HONEY!! Spurt all
over my lips, please!"
GOD!! She was screaming the last three sentences. I went
out of my mind with unbridled lust! I had to plaster her
face! It had to be done now!
I struggled to extract my still hard dick from the
trousers while she cooed and took a drag from her
cigarette. I finally unzipped, pulled my aching prick
out, and began to jerk off mere inches from her lips just
as she blew smoke at the dripping head! I pushed my hips
forward and fucked the dribbling tip around those pursed,
smoking lips.
I felt the approach of another bone shaking orgasm and
there was nothing I could do to stop it! She knew what
was going to happen. She wanted it as badly as I.
Sensing my nearness, my wife pulled away to take another
long drag while I jerked off like a teenager in front of
her face. And then, with the cigarette in her hand she
pushed mine out of the way, grabbed my wet dick and began
violently jacking it in front of her lips as she
teasingly blew smoke at the bloated head. The clopping
wet sounds caused by the motion of hand jerking off my
cock filled the air around us. It sent both of us into
orbit. I watched her rock in the throes of her own orgasm
while she beat me off.
That was all I could take! The sight of my wife's
beautiful face, covered with sloppy cum from the earlier
orgasm blown through my slacks, and those wet red sexy
lips blowing smoke at my prick head was too much for this
weakling to stand.
I started to spurt, just as she put the reddened filter
to her lips to take another puff. The first shot hit her
hand and draped over the cigarette AND her lips! WOW!
That sent me into a series of hard spurts! The next three
were thick and sloppy as she turned her face to exhale.
They creamed across her ovaling lips in fat lines. She
moaned and continued to blow the smoke from her last drag
as I forcefully splattered jism all over her face, neck
and perfumed hair.
It was everywhere! Cum dripped in long strands from her
nose, her lips, the cigarette... even her earrings! It
was an all too familiar sight even though I had never
experienced such an act! Then I remembered! Vincent's
porn movie... from the shoebox... When I was a teen.
It was picture perfect....
CHAPTER 3: We Get Our Act Together
I stared down from my position on the ladder. My
breathing ragged. I was completely overwhelmed by the
shear sexual beauty of Becky's sperm-laden face. In
complete awe of the unbridled passion that just took
place between the two of us! My dripping cock, which
stuck straight out from the open zipper of my cum
saturated trousers, remained rock hard in my hand.
She looked up at me, her eyes glazed over with newfound
pleasure and her face streaming with my wet offerings.
Her breasts heaved under the saturated blouse she wore as
our eyes met in a lustful stare; a stare, which wouldn't
have been broken even if a freight train suddenly
thundered through the kitchen. Not a word passed between
us.
Everything seemed to have stopped during those passionate
smoke-filled moments. The movements and sounds of the
outside world ceased to be. The only movement that
existed was the wanton sexual activity transpiring
between my wife and I.
The only sounds were that of my cock being wetly jacked
off, moans of hot pleasure and our labored breathing.
This feeling of solitude continued while we looked into
each other's eyes. Then, the sounds of the world filtered
back in around us, breaking the spell.
"I really got you THAT stiff, and made you spurt THAT
hard, just by smoking a cigarette?" she asked, cum still
dripping from her face.
I nodded.
"AND LOOK! JESUS! You're STILL hard!" she exclaimed,
running her hand up and down the sticky length causing
more cum to ooze out.
I nodded dumbly, again.
"WHEW! Okay then," she breathed. "Let's go and see if we
can make this thing go down!"
She led me down the ladder grasping the head of my stiff
member. She picked up her cigarettes and lighter, and we
made our way into the bedroom, with her pulling me along
that way. After placing the cigarettes and lighter on the
night table next to our bed, she quickly undressed. I
struggled to remove my cum-soaked clothing.
We lay on the bed in a heated embrace, our passion
renewed. I kissed the cum off her face as I roughly
stabbed my cock into her wet pussy and began a slow
rhythm that had us both panting before long! Our love
making continued at this deliciously slow pace for a
while... that is, until she decided to 'turn on the
heat!'
She was moaning when she casually reached over and pulled
out a fresh cigarette from the pack on the table next to
the bed.
My blood began to boil watching her put the filter tip
between her painted lips. She lit it... and my plunges
into her pussy suddenly became harder and more insistent.
She took a long cheek-hollowing pull on the filter with
the glowing tip of the cigarette only millimeters from my
face.
I started to slam my rigid organ into her with such
force, it made her gasp the tight ball of smoke down to
her lungs. She looked SO FUCKING HOT with her face
contorted into a mask of complete ecstasy, her mouth
gasping open as she pulled the cigarette away from her
lips! I was fucking her cunt as hard as I could by the
time she pursed her lips to begin hotly blowing the smoke
in my face! After her exhale, she SCREAMED out in orgasm
while I rocked her back and forth, smacking her head
against our bedroom wall.
After her orgasm subsided, she calmed down enough to
continue her 'bad girl' smoking act for me, an act she
would perfect in the years to come, as I fucked the hell
out of her... casually smoking as if nothing much was
going on! At one point, she even reached for her lipstick
and re-applied a fresh coat before taking another sexy
drag! THIS was a calculated move on her part! A stroke of
genius!
Watching her do this had its desired effect on me! My
balls churned. I began to spurt as I pulled out and made
my way along side of her body, on my knees, trying to get
to her face in time.
The anticipation of the impending sperm bath was clearly
visible in her facial expression. Her eyes were closed
and her mouth open in a slight smile as she pulled the
lipstick coated cigarette, balanced in the 'V' of her
fingers, away from her full lips to inhale the mixture of
smoke and air. GOD, SHE LOOKED HOT!
I wanted so much for that moment to be forever suspended
in time. As if captured in a photograph or paused in a
video. BUT, there was no way on earth of hold back the
forceful orgasm in progress!
By the time I reached her face, my cock was already
squirting like a ruptured water main! I jerked off just
above her ovaled lips as she exhaled smoke all around the
spurting head. I had never cum SO violently in my life!
All of the first four pulses shot from my cock in long
ropes past her smoking lips. The ending drips fell in
gobs all over her face. They sailed across the bed to
land on the pack of cigarettes and in the ashtray on the
nightstand as her smoke curled around my pumping cock in
hand.
She blew the smoke hard enough to reach my face. Second
hand smoke...BAH!! Even the heady aromatic smell made me
shoot HARDER!! I angled my prick down to criss-cross her
face with several lines of hot jism! I angled it down
even more to rub the head all over and around her O-
shaped lips while I was still spurting hard.
She was moaning and encouraging me the whole time to be
my nastiest....
"Oh yes honey," she moaned. "Be my lipstick! Ah, shoot
harder! Coat my lips! Shove your dick up against my face
while you're shooting off like that! DROWNED ME IN YOUR
CUM!"
I couldn't believe she had another orgasm during all
that, fueled by what she was saying AND DOING! She took
to my fetish quicker than it took me to build it over the
years! I could tell that the best was yet to come. More
forbidden lust waited!
The whole experience, that hot summer's afternoon, was
nothing less than a hardcore wet dream come to life!
She was late for work... and I still hadn't fixed the
kitchen light...
CHAPTER 4: We Take Our 'Act' On the Road.
From that moment on, Becky, that sweet-witty-perceptive-
intelligent girl with whom I exchanged vows only ten
years before, became ONE HOT BITCH!! She KNEW her smoking
turned me on so! It was my fault, really. I handed her
the loaded gun! She would use it every chance she'd get,
no matter where we were and at anytime. It was
pleasurable torture...FOR THE BOTH OF US!
She also understood, that at any moment she wanted, I
could easily be teased and seduced with the slightest
effort on her part! TALK ABOUT PAVLOV'S DOG! I'm sure the
Russian physiologist had never dreamed of anything like
this! Literally, just the sound of her lighter clicking
into action was enough to send my cock pointing skyward
in my pants to coat the inside with copious amounts of
pre-cum.
My wife LOVED the sight of that happening to me! She
would light up and take quick glances below my belt at
the tent and rapidly growing sticky spot. I never wore
underwear, so my dick and balls were always well defined,
to the point where you could tell what religion I was!
This also would take its toll on Becky! I mean, she
REALLY got off on teasing me in public, watching my cum
spurt and the wet spot grow larger without so much as
touching me.
Then... she took the next dangerous step to satisfy her
urge. She started to get into jerking me off, with my
prod still confined in my trousers, in public places
where she KNEW the chances of being caught were good.
This was her particular addition to the fetish and fast
becoming one of my favorites. She enjoyed the sight and
feel of my stiff prick throbbing and shooting off in my
saturated slacks as a result of her expert manipulations
and sensual smoking! When I'd spurt off, I'd watch her
thighs rubbing together, listen to her breathing become
rapid and her eyes roll up into her head. I'm not
kidding!
She absolutely loved jacking me off through my loose
trousers! Once, we went out to an exclusive restaurant in
town (sound familiar?). I was in my best 'bib and
tucker.' Becky looked especially hot that night. She had
dressed in a slinky black evening gown and was wearing
black strappy high heels. Her shoulder length hair was
permed slightly back behind her ears. I remember, she
wore long sexy dangling earrings. [I guess this is
another fetish of mine. I'm a push over for slutty
earrings!]
Becky's face was absolutely radiant! Her lipstick and
make-up, impeccably applied, gave her face that look of
sexual prowess I SO enjoy. Distractive, to say the least.
She had chosen the reddest and wettest looking lip gloss
to wear that night. Her lips positively shimmered in
various angles of light. I walked into the restaurant
with extreme pride at having her by my side! The maitre
d' escorted us to our table and we sat down to begin
enjoying an exciting evening.
My wife was about to show me just HOW exciting it could
get! The tables at this fine establishment were fairly
private. A kind of large high-backed booth affair with
leather seats. Surrounding the top of the booth were
potted foliage chiefly made up of orchids and other
exotic flowering plants. This added to the feeling of
solitude.
Becky and I could sit next to each other in the large
booth and look out onto the floor of the restaurant at
the other diners as they sat innocently eating their
meals. The tables had another great feature I should
mention. Long tablecloths spilling almost all the way to
the floor, so no one could see what was about to
transpire!
The waiter took our wine order and left us to converse on
the events of our day. My attention was intensely riveted
on Becky's face and the raw sexual beauty she exuded as
she talked on about what happened at work. I found my
cock growing steadily as I watched her reach into her
purse for her B&H's menthol 100s (not a plug) and place
them on the table in front of her. I was not aware of it,
but she had already begun to tease me by not lighting a
cigarette right away. She merely removed one from the
pack, and placed it between her slender fingers, using it
teasingly as a prop in her conversation. That was sexy
enough!
She had painted her long fingernails in deep red polish.
That, in stark contrast with her all white cigarette send
my heads in a spin... BOTH of them, if you catch my
drift! Forgive me, but I wanted to spurt all over her
THEN.
When she finally brought the filter to those lips of hers
and sweetly asked for a light, my dick was so stiff it
hurt. The thick flow of pre-cum already completely
saturated my loose dress slacks. I was thinking of
toddling off to the men's room to take care of this'
problem' if I could only figure out a way of getting
there without anyone noticing. But I stayed. I lit her
cigarette and never noticed her other hand being placed
on my knee.
I should have known she was well aware of my raging wet
hard-on. I was so taken with her intoxicating beauty, I
never saw what was about to happen. While talking
casually, the little wench made certain no one noticed
her hand creeping up my thigh to my aching cock. The cum-
soaked tent in my pants and my stiffy encased within
would be her reception committee.
I gasped in surprise and pent up sexual tension when her
hand closed around my swollen dick through the material.
She began to mold the wet sticky fabric all around it,
while taking a long sexy drag from her lipstick-coated
cigarette! She then leaned in close to my face and
exhaled through ovaled wet lips.
"Oooh my," she declared. "You poor baby! Did my smoking
get you ALL SWOLLEN and WET down there again? Auh... tisk
tisk... Well, we can't just take you out here. NO!
hmmmm... Well... I guess I'll just have to make it pop in
your pants! Auh... I know it hurts. I'll make it pop and
you'll feel much better. I'll make the swelling go down,
my poor tortured husband."
And with that, she proceeded to squeeze the sticky
material around my rock hard prick, which was sticking
straight up in my slacks by then, and vigorously jack it
up and down while taking sexy drags from her cigarette.
My pants were so wet, the fabric molded around my cock as
if it were tightly upholstered! Every detail there for
her hand to feel during it's slick trips up and down! I
was worried someone would hear the sexy chopping sounds
of my cock being wetly jacked off through my trousers.
When no one seemed to catch on, I gave in to the
exquisite nastiness of it all, sat back and relaxed as
much as possible. I began to bucked my hips, forcing my
encased prick up into her pumping fist.
"Make it pop honey! PLEASE! Make it pop! It hurts SO
bad!" I breathed, out of control.
Her breathing became ragged as her hand raced up and down
in a slick motion on the obscene sticky tent of my pants.
I could tell at that point she was beginning to
experience an orgasm of her own. She intended to take us
both there! All around us, people were carrying on normal
conversations and eating their meals while I was having
my stiff dick violently jerked off through my trousers by
the most beautiful woman in the room! THIS WAS TOO MUCH!
I quickly approached my orgasm and groaned softly while
she took another drag and blew it in my sweaty face. I
had to stop myself from screaming out loud. My dick
throbbed uncontrollably in her hand and began to shoot
off wad upon wad in my soaked pants! I spurted SO long
and SO hard, it oozed through the fabric and dripped in
sloppy strands off her pistoning fist.
We were completely out of control. I had to stop her well
after our mutual orgasms had subsided for fear of someone
noticing our bodies jerking in our seats! We did our best
to calm down and look around. The business of the
restaurant went on as usual. No one noticed. After that,
we ate dinner and talked about a way of getting me out of
there without anyone taking notice to my fully cum-soaked
slacks....
CHAPTER 5: "I May Never Walk Again!..."
Well, our sexual exploits continued much the same for a
while with slight deviations here and there. My wife
became more brazen in her attempts to bring me off in
public. It was almost like the effects of a strong
narcotic. She needed it to fuel her own desires. And she
had to have more of it! Each time she succeeded in making
me spurt off in my drawers, the more exciting it was for
her. She told me she'd also achieve an orgasm whenever
she would jack me off through my pants with other people
around.
She guessed it had to do with the risk of being caught
doing something so nasty and so naughty to a man in a
public place, and having to explain her actions. You
know?..."Nice girls don't smoke, and they just don't go
around putting their hand on a man's thing in his pants
with the intent of beating him off to a climax!"
She also loved the feeling of power she had over me while
performing such a down-and-dirty act! She got off on
teasing me almost to the point of a ripping orgasm and
then, with a saucy smile, remove her hand from my tented
britches just to see what I'd do! There were times where
I had to grab my cock through my slacks to bring myself
off when she'd do that! This was also a spectacle she
enjoyed a great deal. DAMN! She could be SUCH A BITCH
sometimes... and I LOVED IT!
Anyway, our little games began to take on new dimensions.
Theatrics came into being! We planned scenes and acted
out sexual plays to be performed at home, or in public.
These plays were based on mutual fantasies. First, the
idea would be conceived. Then, discussions on detail took
place... the where, when and how of it all. Direction and
dialogue would be easy. They would develop spontaneously
on location during the play.
The plot would form as a result of our interaction, also
to happen on location. Just discussing the details would
turn us on so much, we'd have to move the conference into
the bedroom. Becky liked being the dictatorial director
in these discussions. I would lick and suck her wet
pussy, playing the 'yes' man, while she smoked and talked
about the production.
One time, we staged this whole scene where I went to this
out-of-the-way bar we had discovered while on vacation
the year before. It's located in a Jersey shore community
that's normally quiet for most of the year. But come
summer, it becomes a raunchy party haven for mostly
college kids looking to let their hair down during break.
Anyway, this bar is always jam packed with people. The
music is too loud. Everybody's sloshed, horny and there
for the same purpose. To boink ... or to be boinked! AH!
The perfect place to stage our little 'sex act!'
After days of talking about it, the 'big night' finally
arrived! Discussion was kept to a minimum on exactly what
we planned on doing, once there. We were to act out a
scene of a 'barfly' and a guy, who's just minding his own
business, meeting for the first time. I got there before
Becky, as planned, and waited with a semi-hard johnson.
Foaming at the pants, with the thought of what might
happen here tonight! I sat at the bar, nursing a scotch,
with my eyes riveted on the front doors and waiting for
Becky's entrance to begin this little play. The wait was
a long one! An hour slowly ticked by, and still no Becky.
I began to worry that she was caught up in work and had
forgotten our plans for the evening. Another Hour
torturously dragged on as I watched the bar fill to
capacity with mostly horny guys out for a lay. This made
me nervous. What if she comes in and I'm not able to get
to her in time? I'd have to pull some slobbering
fraternity brat off of her.
I started to get angry. WHERE WAS SHE, DAMN IT? I just
started to get up to call her at work when in she walked,
looking as slutty as the day is long... or should I say,
as my dick is long. My cock quickly stiffened into a
raging erection as my eyes rolled over her sexy form! I
realized why she was late in getting there. She was busy
at home, preparing her costume and make-up for our play.
She certainly didn't go to work looking that way.
My eyes were burning into her tits. Me and every other
single guy in that bar! I knew that I would have to work
fast. If I didn't, I would wind up having to fight for
her attention. Our eyes met, only momentarily, as she
made her way through the smoky bar to a somewhat private
booth.
MY GOD! She looked like sex itself with her hair all wild
and her face made-up! The low-cut black dress she wore
clung to her wanton form like plastic wrap. Every nuance,
every curve accented in black velvet, was there for
discerning eyes to behold. She wore my favorite slutty
earrings and scathingly slutty four inch heels... She
shot the works... or she was going to... if I had
anything to do with it!
My cock was giving her a standing ovation. If it had
hands, it would be applauding! She pushed ALL the right
buttons with just her looks and especially her actions.
She sat down in the booth, lit a cigarette and exhaled
through ovaled red lips as she threw her head back
slightly.
She slowly brought her head back down and looked straight
at me while moistening her full lips with her tongue. It
was all I could do to keep from shooting off right then
and there! I gathered my wits, and my drink, and started
to make my way across the room. I pushed my way through
the crowd over to her table and stood next to her as she
sat there looking so fucking hot! My swollen cock had
already started to leak and the wet spot was clearly
visible.
I stood next to her in silence for a long time just
taking in this lusty vision. She was paying no attention
to me... but I knew she was waiting for my next move. For
a while, all I could do was to stand there, very close to
her, and drip.
Finally, after clearing my throat, I asked her if I could
buy her a drink. She wasn't facing me when she took a
drag from her cigarette. But then, she turned her head
and blew a thick cloud of smoke at my stiffly pointing
cock while looking right at the bulbous head!
I couldn't stop it if I tried. I spurted hard through my
trousers, without being touched, right there in front of
her sexy face as she did that. My slacks were thin and I
hadn't worn any underwear, as usual.
The first hard shots coursed through the fabric and
dripped on her skirt and down to her heels. She finished
her exhale, looked up at me and said, "Sure, I'll have
what you're having."
And with that, she leaned over and placed her lips around
the head of my spurting prick through my fucking pants!
My back was to the crowded room. There was so much noise
and so much going on, no one seem to notice Becky sucking
off my stiff spurting pecker through the slacks. You know
what? At that point I wouldn't have cared!
She leaned back, licking her lips, and admired the fresh
lipstick mark made in the shape of an 'O' around the head
wetly pushing out the material.
"Why don't you sit down and order that drink for me," she
said as she grabbed the head of my cock, "And we'll see
what we can do about your...er... ah, 'problem.'"
Well, you can guess what happened the rest of our stay
there! She brought me off two more times while I fingered
her pussy under the table. This time, plenty of people
noticed my cum-stained trousers as I led my hot wife to
the door. But, I didn't care one bit!
On our way back, we couldn't keep our hands off each
other! I took her home and fucked her first in the garage
on top of the car with her skirt flung up and me, with my
cock sticking out of my open fly. Then we moved to our
bedroom where I proceeded to screw her through the damn
bedsprings time and time again! Our lovemaking that night
was rough... fast and urgent.
CHAPTER 6: Counseling can be a Real Drag.
We certainly threw ourselves fully into the role-playing
aspects of our mutual fetishes. They became more
elaborate and creative as our passion for the games
intensified. One of our darker stagings (also, one of our
favorites) centered around me playing the role of an
angry, staunchy guidance counselor named 'Mr. Davis' who
ran a 'half way' house for troubled teens.
He was a strict disciplinarian who expected proper
conduct from his young ladies. The house rules, set down
by the counselor, were to be obeyed without question,
under the threat of serious disciplinary actions if they
were not adhered to at all times.
Among his many enforcements was proper attire. "The young
ladies here will dress in a fashion that projects an
image of purity, respectability and dignity," he (I)
would say, "Or they will never leave this house!"
Also, the wearing of make-up and jewelry were strictly
forbidden. And, of course, (the scene wouldn't be
complete without this)... SMOKING was considered a major
offense! Anyone caught indulging in this un-lady-like
behavior would be swiftly disciplined and dealt with
severely by the counselor himself!
These rules were admonished by Mr. Davis with unceasing
regularity. He (I) would remind Becky's counterpart to
observe these restrictions and obey all other house
rules, or there would be hell to pay.
Becky's character was that of a submissive older teen
named 'Barbara' who's devilish spirit was always getting
her into hot water with the counselor for one infraction
or another. One of her weaknesses was smoking. She loved
doing it because it made her feel older and sexy.
Becky easily took to this role due to the fact it
paralleled her real life experiences as a youth. Her
father was a very strict parent and had caught her in the
act of smoking a number of times. On those occasions, he
would lecture her on the evils of such behavior and the
consequences it may bring.
He hinted at the sexual aspects of the act of smoking by
saying that it may attract the 'wrong' kind of boy. Or,
give the right boy the wrong idea. She never questioned
her father on these points because she was too frightened
and wanted the lecture to end.
Later, after he'd send her to her room, Becky would have
a chance to think clearly about what he had said. Her
father's voice echoed in her thoughts. Unfortunately for
him, his choice of words and phrases had the opposite
effect. You see, he unwittingly planted the seeds in
Becky's head that smoking attracted boys... right or
wrong! It only encourage her to continue smoking... to
use it as one of her feminine wiles (I know! I'm sounding
like a sexist again! But this is the way she described it
to me!).
Although it never reached fetish levels, her smoking
became a point of sexuality. She flaunted it, using it to
entice her boyfriends to react sexually. None of them
reacted the way I did to her smoking. After she explained
all of this to me, I finally understood what was going on
during our third date. And why she took to my fetish so
easily once it was out in the open.
I clearly understood why we were SO right for each other
on so many different levels...To her... I was the 'right'
boy... with the wrong idea. This is also the reason why
our little 'half way' house role-playing worked to excite
the two of us. I was the authority figure lecturing her
about how naughty she was being by smoking a cigarette,
like her father did many years before.
Only, in this situation, she would always gain the upper
hand. I wouldn't have it any other way. I'll tell you, we
became so good at this play, and it was almost scary,
sometimes. I never knew when to expect her to lapse into
the character.
Whenever she did, I would immediately assume the role and
we'd be hot and heavily into our little play. Sometimes
picking up where we had left off.
One time, I had arrived home from work after a grueling
day and in the foulest of moods. I normally try not to
bring the irritants of a bad day home with me, but that
particular day was an unavoidable exception. It only
served to fuel my persona in the performance, which was
about to take place.
I walked into the house all set to 'chew her ear' a bit
about my shitty day, only to find her in front of the
full-length mirror in our bedroom, her back to me, and
dressed in the SLUTTIEST outfit going!
I knew right away that Becky had planned for me to
'catch' her like this. She was horny, and 'Barbara' was
at work here. I realized that she was quite unaware of my
presence as I stood in the doorway watching her every
move, my cock growing steadily and pushing out the fabric
of my trousers.
She was a vision plucked from a wet dream! Her hair was
in pigtails. They swung back and forth across her
shoulders as she struggled to adjust the tight skirt
hugging her bottom. Her ears were adorned in rather large
slutty hoop earrings, which also moved in unison with her
pigtails. Her face was made up like a hooker's; in sharp
contrast to the young girl hairstyle she sported. She
looked just how an inexperienced teenage girl would be
made up, with the intent of getting a rise out of the
local boys on a Saturday night.
A lit Benson& Hedges dangled from her slightly parted
glossy lips, as she continued to adjust the tight
material around her push-up bra, her beautiful breasts
pushing outward. She looked just the way she wanted...
like a naughty girl! I immediately knew what to do at
that point, and I fell right into my character.
"Barbara! YOUNG WOMAN!" I shouted, startling her into
posture. "WHAT in HELL do you think you're doing?"
"Oh shit." she murmured in a frightened tone, as she
stared wide-eyed at my reflection in the mirror. "OH...
AH... I'm just... AH..."
"OH, AH, You're just, AH... LOOKING LIKE A COMPLETE TRAMP
IS ALL LITTLE MISS!" I boomed. "I mean, LOOK AT YOU! JUST
TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THAT MIRROR YOU LIKE
LOOKING INTO SO MUCH!"
As I raged on, my boner grew even stiffer and pointed
straight out inside my pants, threatening to rip right
through the thin fabric. I was really getting into to
this situation. The heat intensified in my body. My heart
rate soared, and the adrenalin pumped. I had begun to
sweat and my breathing was constricted the point of
discomfort.
The lump in my throat started to match the one in my
pants. Thus was the effect my wife had upon me.
Everything about her at that moment; her looks, her hair
and make-up, the way she dressed, her attitude, screamed
raw sexuality! My cock screamed for release, all over
her!
My appetite for her increased with fervor almost beyond
my control, as I gazed upon this vision of lust. I could
have eaten her alive!
"I'm sorry Mr. Davis," she whimpered, holding the
cigarette down at her side. "I was planning to go out
tonight and I just wanted to look nice."
The pre-cum oozed copiously from my cock head and started
to bleed through my tented trousers. My hot stare racked
over her slutty image. The cigarette smoke curled around
her tits, then up to her face.
"Look nice... LOOK NICE!" I shouted. "You look like a
cheap mid-town prostitute ready to suck off the first guy
with a twenty grasped in his hand! And, DIDN'T I WARN YOU
ABOUT CIGARETTE SMOKING BEFORE? HUH? IT'S A BAD HABIT.
AND AN UNBECOMING THING FOR A YOUNG LADY TO BE DOING! It
makes you look like a cheap SLUT! Well, it certainly does
fit your image right now! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT A
YOUNG LADY DISPLAYING THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOR CAN BRING OUT
IN A MAN? ... Well, DO YOU?"
Her eyes wandered down to the soaked tent in my slacks.
My prick was pushing them straight out and cum was oozing
through the fabric. A dark wet spot slowly spread out
from the protrusion of the dripping head of my throbbing
cock. A knowing smile played upon her lips as she found
new courage to slowly bring the filter tip of the
cigarette to her mouth. She took a long cheek-hollowing
drag, all the while looking seductively at the obscene
lump of the stiff dick swelling even larger in my pants.
She exhaled the smoke passed glistening lips and in a
lustful tone said, "Hmmmmmm.... I think I could venture a
guess. But, ah... why don't you come over here and show
me first hand, Mr. Davis."
"WHAT?" I queried in mock surprise.
"Okay... I'll just come over there to see for myself."
She sauntered over, closing the distance between us. She
stood very close. Her hard breasts were almost touching
my chest. She brought the lipstick-stained cigarette to
her lips to take another drag just inches from my face.
She then dropped the same hand down and squeezed the
swollen, bloated head of my jutting cock through my
pants!
A squishy wet sound could be heard as a result of that
action. At the same time, she shockingly blew a thick
cloud of sexy smoke right in my face. That pushed me to
the edge all at once. I started to cum forcefully right
then and there.
"What are you doing Barbara! AAAAAUUUUUGH!" I groaned, as
my aching boner throbbed painfully, and shot off
powerfully in her hand!
During that first spurt, my sweaty hands flew up in a
knee-jerk reflex. I seized her by her upper arms and
began to shake her whole body violently. This forced her
hand to jack in and out on the jutting, stiff tent
protruding from my trousers. I went wild, my hips fucking
my exploding member into her grasping fist. She squealed,
her voice wavering due to me shaking her by the arms so
intensely. Her pigtails whipped back and forth and around
in front of her face.
The situation was completely out of control. I shook her
as hard as I could, as this massive orgasm took hold.
"Ooh! MR. DAVIS! AAH, FUCK!" she screamed, feeling the
concealed head of my boner within her grasping fist,
throb and erupt time and time again through the fabric.
Her squeals of abandon continued, while I fucked my hips
in and out. Jism spurted all over her jacking fist and
cigarette filter through my trousers. She had the fabric
pull so tight across the head, that shot after shot of
erupting sperm coursed right through. Hot ropes of
deflected cum skidded along her arm. Some pulses fired
across her skirt, as she frantically fuck-pumped the
cloth-covered boner up and down from tip to base in her
wet fist.
Her pumping soon became spastic as an orgasm swept
through her body. She was then holding onto my erupting
dick for dear life, while her cunt pulsed and soaked her
schoolgirl panties. At one point, she moved her hand up
in an over-handed grip, to palm just the tip. She
spasmodically squeezed, while jerking off the aching,
squirting head through my wet pants, until I wanted to
scream! The final explosions were quite intense because
of that action. More cum dripped from her squeezing hand.
The spasms finally subsided after what seemed like a very
long period of time. I slowly stopped shaking her limp
body but kept a firm grip on her arms. Her head rested
against her shoulder as we stared at each other, our
breathing ragged. She looked at me through half-closed
eyes and a shit-eating grin on her flushed face. She gave
the appearance of being completely stoned.
The sloppy cum, which had ballooned in my slacks,
continued to ooze out from the saturated fabric. Her
hand, still tightly gripping my cock head, dripped like a
slimy waterfall with the jism blown through my pants. My
cock remained rock hard. She glanced down, a look of
disbelief on her face at the fact that my dick seemed
even more rigid than before. I felt like I could still
cum hard at any moment.
I couldn't believe it myself, but I would use this
situation to my full advantage. "Do you see what you have
done, YOUNG LADY!" I rasped, falling back into character.
"Okay, so you want to smoke and look like a slut? HUH?
Okay then... Go ahead and smoke! I'll just have to teach
you a HARD lesson! I'll show you what happens when you
act like this!"
A moan of fear and excitement escaped her lips at the
thought of things to come. I still had her by the arms as
I lead her to the edge of the bed and sat her down. Sperm
webbed and dripped from her hand and cigarette.
She moaned again, brought the dripping filter to her lips
and licked it before taking another puff. Meanwhile, I
pulled the boner from my sticky pants as quickly as I
could and vigorously jerked off in front of her pursed
lips while she exhaled smoke at the near-bursting head.
Her other hand fingered her clit through her soaked
panties as she stared at the expanding head of my cock.
"That's right Barbara. Bring yourself off! Finger your
pussy while a man jerks off in your face! Prove what a
slut you are to me! Purse those slutty lips and blow your
tramp smoke across my dick. I'm gonna shoot all over
them."
"OOOhhhh AAAAhhhhhh... YES Mr. Davis! I-I-I am a slut!"
she stammered. "Please! Please! I WANT TO SEE YOUR CUM!
OOOOooohhh! PLEASE shoot off hard on my face! JACK YOUR
STIFF PRICK OFF IN MY FACE!"
"Here's what happens...AH...when you... OOOooooh... do
this nasty thing to a-a-AH MAN!" I stuttered in a pre-
orgasm frenzy, while jerking off in front of her panting
mouth.
My lust-bloated dick suddenly exploded. It started to
shoot off SO hard in front of her face, I swear I saw her
head snap back from the force of the blasts! Three shots
in rapid succession squirted across her nose and cheeks.
The third skidded along her right cheek and hither ear. A
stream of passion slime cascaded down to the lobe, and
dripped onto her hoop earring.
She cooed and turned her head, placing the filter of the
cigarette between her lips to take another drag.
Meanwhile, knot after sloppy knot of hot jism continued
to shoot from my rigid organ, splashing in lines across
her flushed cheeks. It spurted on her hand and the
cigarette, as she turned away to take the drag.
Then when she turned back toward my squirting cock to
exhale, I leaned in and positioned the head to within an
inch of her lipstick-coated mouth. Cum slashed forcefully
against her pursed lips in pulsing white jets, as she
blew smoke all over the erupting head.
Finally, with a stiff jab, I just stabbed my ejaculating
prick through her lips and groaned. Streaks of red
lipstick smeared down the rigid shaft. With my spurting
cock plugging that hole, I forced the rest of her slut
smoke to exit her nose! I fucked her sexy mouth for a few
moments cumming hard, before pulling out to shoot jizzy
pulses on her pigtails and earrings. Her orgasm hit while
I was fucking her lips, and she shook and shivered
through a bone rattling cum of her own.
She moaned, almost crying, when I pulled out of her
dripping lips. Her cunt spasmed uncontrollably in her
schoolgirl panties, as I continued to plaster her face
with sperm. Her lovely, slutty face was a mask of
dripping cum. I made a point of rubbing my stiff cock,
which was by then just oozing cum, all over her face and
lips, as her orgasm intensified.
Finally, everything seemed to slow. It felt to me as if
my insides were coming out during that climax. I half
expected to see my shoes spurt out of there! Even after I
calmed down a bit more, I still remained quite hard and
horny enough to continue the 'lesson' in her wet pussy
while we were both fully clothed!
She looked so hot, spread-eagle on the bed, afresh
cigarette in her grasp and my cum streaming down her
face. It dripped in gobs from her earrings and hair as I
pounded her swollen pussy relentlessly...
We made love for hours on end that night and continued
the play until we both fell in a heap on the bed. I
haven't been able to keep it up that long ever since
(although, I've tried).
To this very day, my wife and I continue to enjoy these
mutual fetishes. Why just yesterday, she woke me out of a
sound sleep by blowing smoke in my face.
I awoke to the sight of smoke passing through parted lips
so glossy and wet, I could see my sweaty reflection! God!
I hope this torture never ends!
The End
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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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