Teen Wedding, Part 3

Teen Wedding
Part 3

The church was packed with family, friends and the curious, each craning their
necks to get a glimpse of a short 52-year-old woman suffering from nicotine
withdrawals walking down the aisle to take a 14-year-old boy as her husband.

It had been almost 15 minutes since her last cigarette.  She knew from her
Sunday's in church that she could make it an hour, but each minute that passed
felt like an hour.  Eventually, the preacher got to the point and he asked
Tommy if he wanted to take Margie as his lawfully wedded wife.  Without
hesitation, Tommy said yes.  He then asked Margie if she would take Tommy as
her husband and love him till death did them part.  She told him she would.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," said the preacher.  "Tommy, you may
kiss your bride."

Every jaw in the church dropped as Tommy lifted Margie's veil and planted his
14-year-old tongue inside her 52-year-old smoke infested mouth.  The music
began to play and the people in the pews stood as Tommy and Margie Johnson
walked past them.

The photographer herded the couple outside so he could take a few more
pictures of them underneath the live oak.  As the photographer fiddled with
his equipment, Margie fiddled with her lighter.  The old chain-smoking bride
with her handsome young groom made quite an impression on the photographer who
insisted on taking their picture while Margie smoked.  Margie didn't argue.
She just wanted to smoke.  She would have agreed to any thing at that point. 

After the pictures, Margie and Tommy climbed inside their waiting limo and
were jetted off to the reception being held at Benny's BBQ in downtown Dothan.
The limo filled with smoke and the driver, who was a non-smoker, was forced to
lower his window or risk suffocating in Margie's thick clouds of second hand
smoke.

They both had a blast at their reception.  They danced and Margie smoked.
They ate cake and Margie smoked.  They opened wedding presents and Margie
smoked.  Some of Tommy's friends gave him gag gifts that weren't too amusing.

One jokester gave Tommy a fire extinguisher with a note saying he should place
it next to their bed.  Another gave Tommy a jumbo pack of Bic Lighters, saying
he'd need them on his honeymoon.  Tommy laughed politely while his wife
smoked.

Several hours later, they were back in the limo and on their way to the Ramada
Inn.  They would stay there the first night and then leave in the morning for
their honeymoon in Atlanta.

Tommy's grandmother had taken care of the hotel reservations and had given him
the key to room 209, so he wouldn't need to check in.  As soon as the elevator
door opened on the second floor, Margie lit a cigarette.  With the room in
sight, Tommy dipped and hoisted his aging bride and carried her over the
threshold, closing and locking the door behind them.

His grandmother had been to the room earlier and had left a little care basket
near the television.  There was a carton of Virginia Slims menthols and bottle
of champagne for Margie and a two-liter bottle of Pepsi for Tommy.  There was
also a long white silk nightgown with lots of lace lying on the bed.  Margie
clenched her cigarette between her teeth so she could admire the gown with
both hands.  There was a note pinned to the sleeve.  

"Look Tommy, your mother gave me this.  Isn't it beautiful?  She says I should
put it on and make you happy.  I can't believe your mother gave me a
nightgown.  That was just so nice of her.  I just love her.  I'm going to put
it on.  Can you open the Champaign while I change."

Tommy had never opened a bottle of champagne before and he wrestled with it
for 15 minutes before the cork finally gave way and bubbles spewed and rolled
down the bottle's neck.

He was pouring a glass for Margie when she walked out of the bathroom dressed
in her gown and holding a freshly lit cigarette.  Margie knew by the way he
spilled the Champaign that she had his full and undivided attention.  She
smiled seductively as she pulled down the covers to the bed and climbed
between the sheets.

Tommy poured a glass of Pepsi for him self and then undressed in front of her,
dropping his rented tux to the floor in a heap.

Margie stared from their bed in awe at the rippled young flesh standing in
front of her.  She had fantasized about what he might look like in her dreams,
but this was so much more, and he was so much larger than she ever imagined.  

While Tommy gawked at his wife's huge tits, she soaked up an eyeful of his
penis, which was much too large for a fourteen year old.  It bobbed and danced
as he made his way to the bed carrying their drinks.

Tommy put the drinks on the nightstand and climbed in bed beside his wife.
Smoke poured from her nostrils as he placed his hands on her breasts and
gently squeezed.  He wasn't surprised by their size, he had seen them clothed
all his life and suspected what lay underneath, but their softness amazed him.
They were so large that both his hands could not contain just one of her
massive mounds.  He felt like such a fool for wanting to put them in his
mouth.

Margie saw the hesitation in his eyes and told him it was OK to kiss them.
They were his breasts now.  Margie arched her back and moaned with her
cigarette clinched tightly between her teeth as Tommy's moist soft tongue
caressed her stiff nipples.

She felt good, every thing felt good.  The smoke in her lungs felt wonderful
and her young husband's nipple sucking was driving her crazy with pleasure.
Tommy felt her shift in bed and heard her flick the wheel on the lighter as
she lit another cigarette.  She thought about his strong young penis that kept
pushing against her thigh.  As much as she wanted to taste it, she knew she
needed it inside her even more.

"Will it bother you if I smoke while we do this?" she asked.

"Of course not" said Tommy.  His father was right.  He was going with it.
This wasn't any thing to get worked up over.  This was just indescribably
wonderful he thought as he felt Margie's hand around his scrotum.  He groaned
as she gently juggled his balls in her hand and worked her way up his shaft.
He wanted to come, but fought the urge.

Margie slid down the bed, propping her head on the pillow.  "Climb on top of
me" she instructed.  "And balance your weight on the heels of your hands so
you don't get burned by my cigarette."

Tommy did as she told him.  He climbed on top and balanced his weight.  He
positioned him self between her legs and gawked at the sight of his wife
enjoying her cigarette.  He felt her hand as it guided his penis and he went
with the flow.  His jaw dropped and his eyes rolled back as Margie introduced
her aging vagina to his penis.  Instinctually he ground his hips into hers.
His penis screamed joyfully with every move he made.

"You feel so good inside me," moaned Margie as smoke billowed from her lips.

"I love you," said Tommy as he pushed on.

Margie had smoked many times before while Luke was on top of her and it was
always good but never like this.  She put her finished cigarette in the
ashtray and lit another as Tommy continued humping.  "That's it baby," she
said to him.  "Keep doing what you're doing.  Don't stop."

Tommy wouldn't stop. He couldn't if he wanted to and he didn't want to.  What
started as the most pleasurable feeling of his life evolved in to something
even better.  The orgasm ripped through his body as it began in his penis and
spread to his fingers and toes.  Margie had cum moments earlier with a half a
cigarette to spare.  She looked up at the muscles in Tommy's face as they
contorted and his eyes rolled further back inside his head.  She smiled like a
cat that had just eaten a bird as she felt his penis pumping semen past her
tingling clitoris.

Tommy rolled his spent body beside his wife.  He was messy but he didn't care.
He was to paralyzed with pleasure to do any thing about it.  He opened his
eyes in time to see and feel Margie's lips kiss his cheek.  He listened as she
told him how wonderful he was and how good he had made her feel.

When he woke up the next morning, he woke up beside a stranger.  It was the
first time he had ever seen her without her make-up.  Sitting up in bed and
smoking her cigarette, she looked much older than she did the night before.
Margie saw the look in his eye and it worried her.  I look a bit different in
the morning, she said through a puff of smoke.

"You look beautiful," he told her.  "I love you so much."

"I believe you do," she said.

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