Are Cigarettes Really Bad for You?
Copyright© 2022 by Wemb17
Chapter 16
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 16 - Everybody tells you that cigarettes are bad for you, but are they? Cigarettes lead me in to all sorts of different sexual situations.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Teenagers Lesbian Fiction Sharing Incest Mother Sister Father Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Facial Oral Sex Voyeurism Smoking
We got a taxi to Suzy’s, mainly because she had so much shopping. Daisy and I sat either side of Suzy and started to play with her. We soon had her braless tits out, sucking one apiece, then started to stroke up her thighs. I noticed the taxi driver looking through his mirror “having a good view Mr Taxi Driver, is your Indian cock getting hard?. Do you want a blow job in exchange for the price of the taxi?”. We had about a mile to Suzy’s so he had time to think about it. When we arrived I said “so what is it, £15 or a blow job. If it’s the latter get around here in to the back of your cab”. His door quickly opened and he opened the back door, standing in front of the open door undoing his trousers. He had a lovely thick brown cock which I gave a nice stroke, and before taking him in to my smutty mouth I turned to Suzy, “show him what a dirty slut you are, show him your cunt and finger it”. I took him in my mouth feeling him getting bigger when I heard from behind me “look at my wet cunt, want to fuck it with your big Indian cock”, that pushed him over the edge and he spurted loads of Indian cum in to my throat.
“You obviously don’t get many blow jobs at home do you Mr Taxi Driver”, “no I dont, if I get any it is here in my taxi just like you, and I tell you the Indian girls are the worst, they are so bad, especially the ones who have arranged marriages. Here is my card for when you need a taxi in the future”. I looked at Suzy who still had her tits and pussy out “come on slut, get dressed and let’s get you home so Daisy and I can give you the real fucking you desire”. As she got out of the taxi she kissed Mr Taxi Driver and said “perhaps next time I will get you to fuck me with that big fat Indian cock”. Daisy and I nearly fell over in shock.
When we got in to Suzy’s she asked me “have you done that before?”. I thought I would be accurate with my answer without giving too much away “no I havent, never in a taxi and never with an Indian before, but he was good, perhaps we should phone him sometime to join us”. Suzy smiled “I strongly suspect that you are not telling me the whole truth”, I just laughed “full story later but think of it this way, £15 for a 30 second blow job equates to about £900 an hour, not a bad rate of pay”.
His cum did taste very nice, but as we would be spending the rest of the afternoon in bed I suggested a cigarette before we went to bed so that would remove some of the taste. Suzy got us all a glass of wine which we gratefully accepted to share with our cigarette. Suzy worked out how many cigarettes she had already smoked today and said “well looks like my cigarette record is going to be well and truly smashed today”.
We then proceeded to Suzy’s bedroom where we fucked for the next couple of hours before we all decided that we needed a cigarette or two. We all licked each other out, kissed, sucked and bit nipples, before we christened Suzy’s new dildo’s and vibrators on her. The first time the vibrator touched her clit she virtually jumped off the bed. We told her that it was only on the lowest setting, there were three more settings to go through. “Fuck, I might be ready for the highest setting by Sunday night” she said, “you will only need the lowest setting” I replied “your clit will be so sore and tender that the slightest vibration on it will send you through the roof”.
Fortunately because of the lovely lunch that Suzy had treated us to we only needed snacks to keep us going through our Saturday night sex marathon, topped up with wine and cigarettes. Suzy apologised that we had to keep on going downstairs for a cigarette but we all agreed that it wasn’t right that her house smelt of smoke, although us walking through the house in our smoky clothes didn’t help in keeping the smoke smell totally out of the house. As it became dark we didn’t even bother putting on any clothes when we went down for a smoke as nobody could see us apart from Jean, and potentially her husband next door.
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