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My Smoky Ladies - chapter 1 / 5
Date: 1/27/2024, Categories: Fiction Blowjob Male/Female Prostitution, Author: Limnophile, Source: sexstories.com
- - - CAUTION - From the title and introduction, it should be clear this story includes LOTS of cigarette smoking. If you don't like smoking, please go read something else. - - - Author's note: If you hate smoking, why the Hell are you still reading this? Seriously, unless you smoke or like smokers, please go away. If you're still reading, I hope you enjoy this story, my smoky favorite and Magnum Opus. I have written more than a hundred other stories, but this one was truly a half-year labor of love. - I'm Dr. Craig Townsend. Well, soon to be 'Doctor Townsend'. I woke with a smile on my birthday, knowing I was extremely lucky. There were ups and downs in life, like everyone experienced, but generally my family and I were quite happy. The biggest 'down' we went through was the loss of my wife's mother, may she rest in peace. My wedding had been in her hospital room. Right after the official kiss, my new wife and I signed papers to adopt her younger sister, so their mother would know her girls would be okay after she was gone. The cancer took her only a week later. We still miss her and remember her fondly. That had been a difficult month, but things had been going great since then. I'd been an ABD, or 'All But Dissertation' PhD candidate for a long time. I'd finally submitted and defended my dissertation, and the envelope on my dresser held an invitation to the ceremony where I'd finally become a Doctor of Psychology in a week. The exquisite blonde ...
... 20-year-old drooling on my arm in her sleep was my wife Carrie. One of my testicles was being squeezed uncomfortably by her thighs, but I didn't want to move much and wake her. I'm still astounded she's with me, considering our age discrepancy. I’d taken my last college exam before she was born. We married a week after she turned 18, only partly so we could adopt her 16-year-old sister Sherry. At the time I was totally smitten and Carrie at least had a crush on me. I gently felt her small baby belly with my free hand and marveled in joyous wonder. Our love had created a new life, and our son was due on Valentine’s Day. We had plenty of space, with our old but recently remodeled five-bedroom house. Shortly before she conceived, Carrie had joked about it taking ten kids to fill the place up. I had squeezed her butt and said, "That could take a while. We better get started!" I lightly stroked her long blonde hair and her eyes opened slightly. She reached to the bedside table for her vape, releasing my squashed nut as she rolled away from me a moment. I watched her lips and cheeks move as she puffed. As she exhaled I smelled the aroma of her strawberry-flavored cloud, then watched her lips move and her cheeks hollow as she sucked on it again. I kissed her ear and said, "You're so very beautiful. I love you." She blew out another large plume of white vapor, sleepily saying, "Love you too." I recalled some of the great blowjobs she'd given me as she inhaled again. She put ...