Teen Wedding, Part 4

Teen Wedding
Part 4

Margie smoked as she kept pace with the traffic on I-85 while Tommy stared in
awe at the buildings of Atlanta.  It was his first trip to the city.  They
pulled up to the front of Peachtree Hyatt and Margie gave her keys to a valet
who pulled the car away.  Another stepped forward and carried their bags
through the door to the counter.  Margie handed the clerk her credit card and
signed the register as Mrs. Tommy Johnson.  She smiled as she looked at her
name on the paper.  She liked the way it looked.

The room was large, luxurious and granted them a spectacular view of the city.
They had dinner in the hotel that night and returned to their room early.

From his vantage point on the bed, Tommy studied Margie as she took off her
make-up. She lit a cigarette and smiled at him through the mirror.  After
taking off her make-up, she slipped her nightgown over her head and crawled in
bed beside him.

She put a cigarette to her lips and allowed Tommy to light it for her.  "Thank
you", she said.  "So what do you think about marriage so far?" she asked as
she tickled his stiff penis with the ends of her fingers?"

"I like it" said Tommy.  "I love being married to you."

"It makes me happy to hear you say that.  I know this is your first time away
from home.  Are you homesick yet?"

"As long as I'm with you at I'm at home."

Margie took a puff from her cigarette and then bent down and kissed Tommy's
penis.  Her lips felt incredibly soft on his tender head and when she blew
smoke on his penis he laughed.  "Does it tickle?" she asked.

"It feels good," he said.  Why did you do that?" he asked.

Margie lifted her self back up and said she didn't know.  She just hoped he
would like it.  Tommy told her he did.

Margie took another deep puff from her cigarette.  This time she exhaled her
smoke gently in Tommy's face.  He didn't cough.  "Why did you do that?" he
asked shyly.

"Did it bother you?" asked Margie.

Tommy shook his head.  "No, I liked it."

"Good", said Margie with a smile.  "I was so afraid you'd be turned off once
you realized what it was like to live with a smoker.  A lot of husbands, who
don't smoke, wouldn't appreciate it if their wives blew smoke in their face.
I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm smoking a lot more now.  I'm up to
five packs a day now.  I thought it would be easy to cut back to four packs
after the wedding, but its not.  Does that bother you?"

"I told you before.  It doesn't bother me if you smoke.  I know you can't
stop."

"What if I could stop? Would you want me too?"

"I don't know", said Tommy.  "I know its bad for you and every thing, but
you've always smoked.  I can't imagine what you'd be like if you weren't
smoking.  I think it would be weird to see you without a cigarette."

"So it won't bother you if I can't cut down?  You're OK with it?"

"Of course I am.  I love you."

"Do you remember last night when I smoked while we made love?"

Tommy nodded.

"I didn't smoke because I wanted to.  I did it because I needed too.  And this
morning while I smoked in the bathtub while we were taking a bath, I needed
all those cigarettes.  And when I smoke while I eat.  I do it because it's
necessary.  I've gotten to the point that I'm so addicted that I can't do any
thing without a cigarette anymore. Are you sure you'll be OK with this?"

"I knew you smoked before I asked you to marry me.  I never expected you to
quit.  And I promise I'll never ask you to quit."


"Thanks" said Margie.  "I love you so much", she said as she held a cigarette
to her lips and allowed him to light it.

"You really like it a lot, don't you?  I mean smoking."

"Oh Honey, I wish I could describe how wonderful I feel when I'm smoking, but
that would be like trying to describe an orgasm to a person who's never had
one.  And speaking of orgasms, last night when you made love to me, I inhaled
just as I was having an orgasm.  It was beautiful."

"How old were you when you started smoking.  Dad says you started after you
married Luke."

"I guess you've heard a few stories about me, haven't you?"

Tommy shrugged his shoulders as if to say he had.

"Alright then.  You might as well know the truth", she said as she lit another
cigarette.  "Luke Wilcox was a gentle loving man, but he also had a dark side.
Actually it wasn't really dark, it was a fetish.  He liked to see women smoke
cigarettes.  I don't think there's nothing wrong with that.  I know a lot of
men think women look more attractive when they smoke, if they didn't- women
wouldn't smoke."

Margie paused to take a deep puff and then continued.  "As you know, Luke was
multi-millionaire.  Among other things, he owned a lot of Phillip Morris
stock.  And in case you haven't noticed, Phillip Morris makes Virginia Slims
which is one of the reasons I smoke them."

"On our wedding night, Luke gave me a pack of Virginia Slims Menthols and
asked me to smoke for him.  I was only 14 and had never smoked before, but I
wanted to please him so I did it."

"Did it make you cough?" asked Tommy.

"No I didn't cough", said Margie.  "But I remember not liking the first puff
but it got easier the closer I got to finishing the cigarette.  I thought that
was the end of it, but he asked me to smoke another one."

"We spent our Honeymoon in Richmond, Virginia, which is where they make
Virginia Slims.  It wasn't a coincidence.  Any way, the entire week we were
there, he kept asking me to smoke.  I think I was addicted by the time we went
home."

"Did Luke smoke too?" asked Tommy.

Smoke billowed from her mouth as she let loose a laugh.  "Oh no!  Not Luke.
He was too smart for that.  He knew the secret about tobacco long before the
rest of us and he kept it to him self."

"I don't understand," said Tommy.  "Why did you smoke if you didn't want to?
Why didn't you tell him you didn't want to do it?"

"I was young and stupid.  He used to tell me how sexy I looked when I smoked."

"You are pretty when you smoke," said Tommy.

"He used to pay me," said Margie.

"What?"

Margie nodded her head and took another puff.  "Luke told me he would pay me
$1.00 for every cigarette I smoked.  He said I could use it for pocket money
and I guess I got greedy.  During the 35 years we were married, Luke paid me
more than a million dollars."

"I never told any one this, but after I graduated from high school, I got up
to 10 packs a day.  I actually smoked a carton a day for two year.  I made
over $36,000 a year for two years just for smoking cigarettes.  What a job!
Luke was thrilled.  He couldn't keep his hands off me.  That's when I started
smoking during sex.  Of course I couldn't keep up the pace because it was
killing me, but it still took twenty years to wean myself down to four packs a
day."

"What about your parents?  Didn't they get mad when you started smoking?  If
nothing else, didn't they get on you for smoking so much?"

"Both my parents smoked, so I don't think it surprised them when I started,
but you're right, it did bother them that I smoked so much, especially my
father.  He was always making comments about how bad I smelled and how people
in the town talked about how much I smoked and how it embarrassed him.  I
think it bothered him that I smoked more than he did.  For that matter, I
smoked more than both my parents combined.  It kind of hurt my feelings at
first.  I started smoking when I was 14, but he never lit my cigarette until I
was 18.  It was after I graduated from high school.  I might be making too
much out of it, but I think a father should light his daughter's cigarette if
her husband isn't around to do it.  Don't you think?"

"I guess so," said Tommy.  "Did you try to quit smoking after Luke died?"

Margie laughed and lit another cigarette.  "Do you remember when I went to the
hospital two years ago?  People said I was having a nervous breakdown from
Luke's death.  Well it wasn't a nervous breakdown.  I almost died because I
went 10 hours without a cigarette.  The doctor told me to never try it again,
so I didn't."

Margie paused and reflected on her situation.  "You know, when Luke died, I
thought I would spend the rest of my life alone.  I never thought I'd find a
man who would accept my cigarettes and me until I met you.  You're a very
special person Tommy Roberts."

Tommy blushed.  "Does it bother you that I don't smoke?"

"Oh Sweetheart.  Of course it doesn't.  I'm so sorry if you ever thought any
thing like that.  I know we haven't talked about it, but I'm very happy that
you don't smoke.  As a matter of facts, it turns me on."

Margie put her hand on his muscular chest and rubbed it.  "I love it that
you're so young and in such great shape.  Making love to you is like driving a
Porsche.  You have so much stamina and energy. And the thought of you smoking
just ruins the beautiful picture.  I would hate it if you ever started
smoking."

 Margie took a deep puff and continued her thought.  "When I first fell in
love with you, I was so afraid to kiss you.  I was a lot more worried about my
smoking than I was about our age difference.  I knew you had eyes and could
see how old I was before you kissed me, but I knew you had never kissed a
smoker before.  I was sure you would hate it, but you never complained."

"I like the way you taste when you smoke.  You taste sweet.  I guess it's the
menthol."

Margie put the cigarette to her lips and pulled hard on the filter.  Without
inhaling, she pressed her lips to his and when he opened his mouth to receive
her tongue she gave him all her smoke.  She pushed it down his lungs with her
own breath.  Tommy's eyes opened wide as his young lungs experienced smoke for
the first time.  She had caught him off guard but he didn't cough.  Instead he
did the only thing he could.  He exhaled and the sight of smoke coming from
his mouth excited him.  The taste of her menthol smoke in his mouth made his
penis grow and he straddled her to let her know just how excited he was.

Margie smiled and lay back on her pillow and smoked while Tommy rode her like
a hobbyhorse.

After making love, they got dressed and had breakfast in the hotel.
Afterwards, Margie asked him if he'd like to take a walk around the city.
They hadn't gone more than five blocks when Margie started coughing and
wheezing.  Tommy knew it was the cigarettes, so he was surprised to see her
light another.  He saw a cab and hailed it the way he'd seen in the movies.
They took it back to the hotel and went to their room.

Margie apologized for being in such bad shape.  She blamed the cigarettes.
"Now do you know why your mother and I don't want you to start smoking?"

Tommy didn't answer her.  Instead he lifted her skirt and pulled down her
panties.  Then he picked up her pack of Virginia Slims.  He kneeled over her
and gently placed a cigarette between her lips and lit it for her.  Without
speaking, he slid down to the edge of the bed and buried his face between her
legs.

He wiggled his tongue against her clitoris and drove it as deep as he could as
he listened to sounds of Margie working her lighter.  She thought she would
die from pleasure with every deep puff she took and that would be fine with
her because she didn't want it to end.  She was 52 years old and this was the
first time she'd ever had oral sex performed on her.  It was beyond marvelous.
All those times she had sucked Luke off and he had never returned the favor.
Perhaps he would have done it if she had asked, but a lady doesn't ask a man
for such things.  But this was Tommy's idea.  He was the one who put the
cigarette between her lips and lit it.  He was the one who put his tongue in
her vagina.  She took a deep puff and held it in her lungs.  It had taken
almost 10 cigarettes but the orgasm was coming and nothing would stop it.

With the cigarette still clinched between her teeth, Margie howled in ecstasy
as she arched her back and squeezed Tommy's head between her thighs.  She had
just had an orgasm in her young husband's mouth.  It felt so good, so why was
she crying.

Tommy hadn't expected this reaction.  "What's wrong"? He asked as he took his
place beside her.  "Did I hurt you or did I do something wrong"?

"Tommy, Tommy, Tommy" whimpered Margie.  "Oh no sweet baby.  You didn't do any
thing wrong.  It's just that no one has ever loved me enough to do that for
me.  Oh Honey, you made me feel so good.  Thank you sweet angel."

"Feeling better about what happened, Tommy took the burnt cigarette from
between her fingers and stubbed it out, replacing it with a fresh one.  After
he lit her, he leaned down and stroked her clitoris while she smoked her self
into a state of deep relaxation.

Margie's orgasm was intense.  She wanted to return the favor but she was a
slave to the endorphins that fired off in her brain.  All she could do was lay
there with a smile on her face and smoke.

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