Football Fantasy, Part 2

Date: Fri, 31 May 1996 23:25:04 -0400

Football Fantasy
by Dar

This story depicts sexual arousal due to smoking. If don't want that, read no
further.

Part Two


I got off the bus, and walked into the Parker. I took the elevator to my room
on the ninth floor, and took a few minutes to freshen up, put on some clean
clothes, and wonder about what was in store for me during the rest of this
evening. Then I headed back to the lobby to find some cigarettes. One of the
bell boys gave me directions, and I walked down the wide stairs leading from
the lobby until I saw the lower level with a newsstand, a souvenir shop, a
barber shop, and a small restaurant. 

I went in the newsstand and asked if they had a carton of Benson & Hedges
Lights, my favorite. "No", replied the clerk, "but I do have a carton of
Benson & Hedges Gold." "I'll take it," I said as I started to think about it.
I usually smoked the Lights, because I thought that they were probably better
for my health,  but remembered that I actually like the richer taste of the
Golds. If we're going to be doing some serious smoking, I thought, maybe
these will be better. Angela had said that her first cigarette was a Benson &
Hedges Gold, and Jennifer talked about liking long, white cigarettes. They
should be perfect. I paid the clerk and walked back up to the lobby.  I
realized that the half-hour was almost past. Getting on the elevator, I hit
12 and waited as several other people got off on three other floors as they
went up. Finally I arrived at the 12th floor and exited. Following the room
number signs, I went to the right down a long hall, and turned right again.
There in front of me was room 1218. I knocked. 

Jennifer answered the door, with a warm smile on her face. "Oh please, do
come in, Jeff," she said. "We have been waiting for you." As I walked in the
room, which was lit by just one soft light next to the bed, I could see that
six of the Vixens were there, all with expectant smiles on their faces.
"Well, here is a carton of cigarettes," I said. "Thanks, Jeff," said
Jennifer, continuing, "I want to be perfectly honest here. We aren't really
trying to take advantage of you, in asking you to buy the carton for us. The
fact is that we all like to smoke a lot," she laughed, "and it cuts down on
our expenses when guys buy us cigarettes. But we think we have figured out a
way to make it worth your while."

 She motioned over to the bed. "Come and relax on the bed," she invited. I
walked over to the king-size bed, slipped off my shoes, and noticed that the
entire surface of the bed was covered with a large piece of soft, thick,
black velvet. "What's this for?" I asked. "Oh, it's to make you feel
comfortable," replied Jennifer, "and to set the mood for our little game." 

I lay down on the luxurious and warm feeling fabric. As I stretched out on my
back, the six Vixens introduced themselves. I noticed that three of the women
were blondes: Angela, Honey, and Tiffany; the other three were brunettes:
Jennifer, Gwen, and Raven. All had long, soft flowing hair. I noticed that
they had all pulled out the ponytail clasps, and let their hair flow down
over their shoulders. As each of the six took a fresh pack from the carton of
B&H Golds, Jennifer placed a soft, black towel on my chest and on top of that
placed a clear glass ashtray, about eight inches in diameter, with its
nearest edge just a few inches below my chin. The three blondes sat around my
head, with Angela just to the left of my head, Honey by my left shoulder, and
Tiffany on the right side. The three brunettes sat near the foot of the bed. 

Angela, just to my left, spoke next. "Jeff, here's the first part of our
game. We want you just to relax. Here, let me slide an extra pillow under
your head, so you can see the ashtray on your chest better." After adjusting
the pillow, she paused to light a Benson and Hedges. She took a couple deep
puffs to get it going, and then put it in the ashtray on my chest, just a few
inches in front of my face. The filter was facing toward me, and I could see
the smoke, lit by the soft light next to the bed, winding its way up toward
the ceiling. "Just relax with the smoke, Jeff", said Angela, while she,
Honey, and Tiffany all lit their own cigarettes. "You won't need to smoke
this cigarette," she continued, "Just watch the smoke. It's kind of like
being hypnotized, except we don't think you will go to sleep just now," she
giggled. The three brunettes did not light up. 

"Now, just try to stay calm, Jeff, and see if you like this," Angela said.
She drew hard and long on her cigarette, puffed the smoke out of her mouth in
a tight ball, and then inhaled it deeply. Honey then began the same process,
but just a few seconds later. As she was inhaling, Tiffany began drawing on
her cigarette. Just then Angela leaned close to me and blew her thick smoke
on my lips. "Breathe in deeply," she murmured softly. As I began to breathe
in, Honey leaned over and softly blew her smoke on my lips, saying "My smoke
is just for you, sweetie." Just as she was done, Tiffany leaned over from the
other side and caressed my lips with her rich smoke, and softly said, "Oooh,
that smoke was nice." Then I noticed that Angela was ready with another thick
puff of warm smoke. As she leaned over my lips, she tenderly blew it on my
lips, and murmured, "I love smoke. Don't you?" 

Now I began to see how they were doing this, as Honey again wafted her next
exhale in my direction., followed immediately by Tiffany again, and then
Angela. They were timing their smoking, almost like a three part musical
round, so that my lips and nose were continuously bathed in their successive
exhales of smoke. While one was drawing on her B&H, the second was inhaling,
and the third was leaning over blowing warm smoke mixed with her moist breath
and scent of perfume. Meanwhile, the smoke from the cigarette in the ashtray
presented a beautiful sight as it drifted up to the ceiling, kind of relaxing
and yet exciting at the same time. Each time one of the girls took her turn
to blow smoke on me, she leaned over close and blew the smoke in a long, rich
stream, and then murmured a comment with her smoky breath, like "The smoke is
so good, isn't it?" and "Smoke from my long, white cigarette, baby," and
"Suck my smoke in, Jeff," and "My smoke is warm and rich, just for you." Each
time they said the word "smoke" they seemed to stretch and caress the word
with their smoky voices, kind of like "ssssmmmoooooke". 

At first I thought I wouldn't be able to breath, but then I realized that
each of the girl's exhales still contained enough oxygen in addition to the
rich smoke. I was now inhaling deeply and rapidly, both to get enough oxygen
to breath, and to enjoy the thick smoke which was coming from their three
sets of lips one after another, and flowing over my lips and nose almost
continuously. I could feel myself getting hard, and wondered if the three
brunettes near the bottom of the bed would notice the swelling in my pants.

After several minutes of this ecstasy, the three blondes each took a long
final drag from their spent cigarettes and blew it softly on my face all at
once. They put out their cigarettes in the ashtray. Raven picked it up, with
their three cigarettes and the other one, which she put out, and set it over
on a table. She then replaced it with a fresh ashtray on my chest. 

"Are you enjoying yourself, Jeff?" asked Angela. "Oh, yes," I started to
reply. I was going to ask if that was the end of their "game",  but Jennifer,
sitting near my waist, interrupted, "Oh, poor Jeff. We wanted you to be
comfortable, but it looks to me like some of your clothes are way too tight."
She was staring right at my crotch, and I could feel the swelling inside my
pants. "Here, let me relieve your stress," she continued, as she started to
undo my belt buckle, "and Jeff, don't worry. We're all big girls, and we've
seen big male body parts before. You won't be embarrassed if we give you a
little more room now, will you?" As she was speaking, she had pulled down my
zipper, and then she and Raven slipped my pants down and off my legs. I was
bulging out against my white briefs, when Jennifer pulled them off and my
member sprung out, standing straight up and throbbing. "Seriously, Jeff," she
went on, "we already told you that we won't have sex with you, but we are six
horny women, especially when we are smoking, and we figured this was how we
could have some fun. We hope you like it. And now for the next partx" 

This time Angela and Tiffany both lit up B&H Golds, gave a couple puffs, and
put the two cigarettes in the ashtray. "Those two are for you," explained
Angela, "You can watch their twin strands of smoke rising up, just like
before, but when you think you are about to come to a climax, just reach your
hands up, take them out of the ashtray, and have a nice, long, deep drag on
them both at once. You'll like the thick smoke, and we'll know when you are
about to blast off." Now the three brunettes adjusted their positions, with
Jennifer sitting just to the left of my waist and Gwen just to the right.
Raven lightly moved my legs apart, and sat near the foot of the bed, between
my knees. 

All six proceeded to take fresh cigarettes from their packs, and lit up all
at the same time. They each took a couple long drags, to get their B&H Gold
100s going fully, and I noticed that five of them liked to inhale deeply,
keep the smoke in the lungs for a few seconds, and then blow it out in a
smooth plume that seemed to go on forever. Raven, on the other hand, after
her deep inhales, would exhale thickly through her nose. "Are you ready,
Jeff?" asked Angela, with her now familiar giggle. I could not imagine what
could be coming next, but I smiled and said, "Oh yes! I am ready!" 

The three blondes, Angela, Honey, and Tiffany, began again the same process
of taking turns dragging, inhaling, and blowing the smoke on my lips and
nose. But I looked down and saw that the the three brunettes were also doing
the same thing with my upright member! Jennifer on the left and Gwen on the
right were bathing the sides of my shaft with their smoke, and Raven was
leaning over between my legs and warming the tip with the thick smoke from
her nose. The smoke from all six women flowed over my body parts and seemed
to gather and hang in an ever-thickening denseness on top of the black
velvet. I found myself breathing harder and deeper, and taking in ever more
smoke. The three blondes began taking heavy double hits, so as they were
blowing their smoke on my lips they could make their smoky, sexy comment with
lots of thick, warm smoke continuing to puff out of their mouths and noses.
"You love my smoke," said Angela; "My smoke makes you big," said Honey; "Take
my smoke deeper and deeper into you," said Tiffany. I could feel my balls
ready to burst, and my shaft was growing larger and even harder, and I knew
the time had come. I reached up to the ashtray and took out both long Benson
and Hedges and brought them to my lips. I began to draw on them, wrapping my
lips around both of them tightly, with the filters deep in my mouth. I kept
sucking, with the smoke coming from the two cigarettes so richly and smoothly
that I could pull it in from the bottom of my lungs as I closed my eyes in
rapture. Totally full of smoke, I opened my mouth to inhale it all, just as
all three blondes again leaned over my lips and blew their dense smoke in me
at the same time. I looked down just in time to see the three brunettes
covering my throbbing shaft with their hot smoke, and I began to climax. All
six women continued to blow their smoke on me. I kept my two cigarettes in my
mouth, inhaling their smoke over and over, deeper and deeper into my lungs,
and exhaling through my nose. Over and over I felt my shaft pumping, and
still the Vixens blew more smoke on me. I could feel the hot smoke caressing
my shaft, as it continued to climax. The blondes were now double and triple
pumping on their cigarettes, and covering my face with more and more
smoke--thick, rich, warm smoke--mixing with the heavy smoke from my two
cigarettes. My shaft shot everything in its final massive convulsions.    

And then it was over and we all sighed, and then we all laughed as Raven
said, "Now that was a real touchdown!" I excused myself to the bathroom to
clean off and put my pants back on. As I came out, Angela was smoking a new
cigarette, and came over by me. She took a drag, and held her cigarette to my
lips for me to take a puff, as she said, "Jeff, that was our best football
fantasy ever. You were great." "I loved it too," I replied, and then started
thinking out loud, "You know, I really need to work on racking up my
frequent-flyer miles. What city will you all be in next weekend?"

The End

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