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I walked into the house and closed the door behind me, expecting to hear her voice at any moment. Her car was in the driveway, the door unlocked, and I called out to let her know I was home.
I’m home. Where are you? I stopped as soon as I saw her on the couch. Curled up, covered in a blanket, breathing evenly, softly, she was sound asleep and I didn’t want to wake her. She was on her side, facing me, and I sat on the hassock nearby for a moment, watching her. It wasn’t often I had this chance, she was always to busy, so full of things to do, places to go, it was nice to be able to look at her a moment without needing to say something, to answer a question, to be distracted by those flashing eyes.
As I watched, she stretched and shifted her position, pulling her knees up closer. One of her feet became uncovered and as if in response to a cold draft, she pulled it back under the cover, but not before something fell off it and landed on the hardwood floor below. I reached over and picked it up.
It was her panty, or, to be more exact, her thong. The black one I had seen her put on this morning, after her shower. As I held it in my hand, I quickly noticed it was damp in the crotch area, and I felt the faintest of stirrings in my groin. I held the tiny crotch between my finger and thumb and absently rubbed it between them, becoming more interested in this tiny black cloth. I then did something completely unexpected and brought my finger to my nose and sniffed. Immediately her scent filled my head, but this was very strong and bold. I felt my cock twitch involuntarily, beginning to grow. I sniffed again and there was no doubt now, I was getting hard. From her scent. From the smell of her pussy, which seemed not to have been washed in a bit, even though I had seen her step out of the shower myself. So strong, so fragrant.
A soft “Hey” brought me back to reality, and I was looking into her barely open eyes, as she began to wake up. I quickly dropped the thong and turned red as a beet, hoping she hadn’t caught me. Caught me what? Sniffing her panties? Wasn’t that what perverts did? And yet, I was getting a hard-on…….
“I’m glad your home” she said. “I got out of work early and wanted to surprise you, but I guess I fell asleep before you got home.” She lifted the cover a bit to look underneath, continuing “But I seem to have lost your surprise. Oh, there it is”, reaching for the thong at my feet. “How did it get…..Whoops. Maybe you know about it already?”
“I’m not sure what you mean. I just found it here on the floor and I was going to pick it up and put it in the wash when you woke up and startled me. I just dropped it, is all.”
“Oh. OK. Well, here, I wanted to show you something.” And she reached out to pick it up and as she did, she reached just a bit to far and slipped from the couch a bit, reaching out with her hand to catch her balance. As she did, her hand brushed against my still-hard cock, and she looked up and smiled at me. “Are you sure you were just picking it up?” with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Um, I did just pick it up, but I noticed it was a bit damp, and well. I, ah, checked it out.
“What do you mean, you “checked it out”? What does “checking it out” mean? She asked, again with the twinkle.
“Well, I, ah, touched it with my finger, and it was wet, and….”
“You just touched it? You didn’t rub it? You didn’t press it between your fingers and notice just how wet it was? You didn’t get curious and smell it? Come on, didn’t you want, just a little bit, to see what it smelled like?”
“Well, yeah, I guess so. Maybe” I said, weakly.
“Do you have any idea how long I have been working on this for you? Would it interest you to know that I have been wearing this thong for three days now, three long days, filled with waking, sitting, running, sleeping, playing...
“Playing? You mean, like, with yourself, with your fingers?” I asked, getting more interested by the minute
“Come here” she ordered. “Here. Smell this.” And she held her long, manicured fingers to my nose. I sniffed in and was rewarded with the strong smell of her pussy, richer than usual. “Smell familiar? Like it?”
“Well…”
“Don’t be afraid to tell me. You won’t gross me out. Come on, tell me: Do you like it?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I do, but I’ve never sniffed your panties, if that’s what you wanted to know. I mean, I love to lick you and I love to taste you and the whole smell thing is part of it, but it’s only when I’m down there.”
Looking me in the eyes, she said, “So maybe it’s time you tried. Here. Take it. Tell me what you think.” And she handed me her thong.
I began by looking at it. Cute, black, tiny, very sexy, but today it was different. I opened it up to find the crotch covered in a thick, whitish glaze. I rubbed my finger over it and found that some of it was still wet, or, rather, soft, because it wasn’t “wet” wet, but rather “gooey” wet. Sort of like cum, but from a girl. I rubbed it into the crotch and found it coated over the layer already there, and began to dry into a stiff, cardboard-like patch of cloth. There was still some on my finger.
“Taste it. Go ahead. It’s just me, you know.”
Well, of course it was just her, and I had tasted her dozens of times. Bit this was different. I had never found anything like this down there, white, thick. I brought it to my tongue and spread it out. Salty, but not very. Almost mild, definitely her, but not the same.
“That’s all from me. Everyday I leave a little more of me inside, and every chance I get, I think about what it will make your cock do, and I rub my clit until I get all runny, and I make sure to wipe everything up into the crotch. After three days, it’s stiff and crusty when I first put it on, but it soon warms up and kinda glues to me, sucking even more of me into it. By now I have masturbated into it 3 separate times, and I came hard two of those times, leaving a wet mess to dry in place. Here, hold it to your face and tell me what you think.”
I hesitantly put the thong to my nose and sniffed and opened my eyes in surprise! This was like nothing I had ever smelled before. Yes. It was her, but strong, almost sharp, not subtle at all. As I continued to breathe in and out, my breath softened it a bit, and the smell changed a bit; now it was just a bit milder (maybe I was getting used to it?) . As I closed my eyes and continued to experience her scent, I felt my cock jerk involuntarily, straining against my waistband.
She must have seen it, because I quickly felt her hand cup my crotch, fingers tracing the outline of my cock through my pants. I kept my eyes closed, wanting to see where this was going to go. It didn’t take long. I felt her other hand reach out and put her fingers on mine, holding the thong firmly against my face, firmly rubbing it into my nose and lips. The smell was getting stronger, filling all my senses with her scent, her wetness, the feel of her dried-on cum rubbing against my lips and cheek. She pushed the thong so as to bring the front of it, just above the crotch, to my nose and hold it there, filling my head with the smell of her pee, that sharp aroma of dried-on pee, the result of catching any stray drops, of soaking up and drips after she finished. I was suddenly there, tongue waiting to lick her clean after she finished, maybe she even let me watch? My cock was fully erect now, forming an uncomfortable bulge in my pants. Her hand was groping me now, no attempt at subtlety, searching for the head, rubbing and squeezing. I was getting wet, making a spot on the front of my pants.
Now she forced my hand and the thong to the back of the thong, to the spot where the crotch vanished to just a string, where it covered her tiny asshole. She pushed the string almost inside my nose and I immediately smelled three days of her asshole, full and sharp also, making sure I knew what I would find if I licked her pussy from behind. I found it strangely exciting, knowing her ass smell like that. I wanted more and rubbed it against my nose more firmly.
She wasn’t done, however. While one hand massaged my cock and balls through my pants, the other now moved the thong to center the crotch over my nose and mouth. “Stick out your tongue!” she demanded. I did and felt the crusty build-up of her stains and cum rough against the tip of my tongue. “Hold it against the crotch. Don’t move it away!” As I did, an explosion of flavors hit my mouth. There was the pee again, sharp and quick, but then came the pussy taste. Very sharp and salty at first, as my tongue dried out a bit. But as I let it soak, the crust began to soften and change, began to activate, to almost come alive. Dry and scratchy turned into wet and slippery. As I rubbed my tongue over it, I noticed it clung tight to the thong, but the surface was softer and more slick, more slippery. I brought more saliva to it and then it happened. It got so wet and full that I was able to sc**** it off with my teeth, leaving me with a very large slippery mess clinging now to my tongue. I tried to swallow it but it hung tight to my tongue. It was then I noticed the taste had changed, now more mild, more coppery. I had a soft, slippery mess of her days-old pussy juice and cum resting on my tongue, filling my mouth with the most incredible flavors and textures. I wanted to swallow it, to do for her what she had done for me so many times, to swallow her cum, to savor her flavors, to lick her and please her any way that I could.
Before I could do that, however, she seemed intent on making me spill whatever large supply of my cum I was holding back in my trapped cock. Her hand had now slipped inside my pants and was jerking my cock, the head slipping inside her fist as I dripped my own wetness. I was so excited by her treatment of me with her thong that I knew I couldn’t hold back much linger. When she withdrew her hand long enough to show me a large string of my wetness and suck it into her mouth, I knew that was it. As she replaced her hand on my cock I cam, in long, ropey, jerking pulses, spraying her hand and covering myself. She never stopped, using my sperm as lube to continue to noisily pump my cock, draining every last drop, holding her fingers against the base, feeling for the last, faint jerks, rubbing it all in.
When at last I finished spurting, she withdrew her hand again, now glistening with my cum. Looking me in the eyes, she slowly and carefully licked each finger clean, and then opened her palm to clean any remaining cum off. It was too much; I had to have her now, had to have that trimmed pussy firmly in my mouth.
I pushed her back onto the couch and removed the blanket, revealing her naked from the waist down. As I slid my face down I could see she was red and swollen, from three days holding that dirty thong so tight against her soft little lips. I began by licking her clean, experiencing once again the sharp, full taste of her pussy. I carefully cleaned each soft lip, searching for and finding the remainder of three days of no bath, little pieces of dried cum, matted fur above her raw slit. She was so dirty, so strong, so delicious! I wanted more and stuck my tongue deep within her, hoping for more of that dried-on cream, only right from the source. I wasn’t disappointed, finding in moments little blobs of her cum, hiding in the folds of her pussy. I licked them all up, actually smacking my lips as I savored each one.
Now my tongue was deep within her pussy, and again came the different, coppery taste. I drank my fill and moved lower, touching her asshole with the tip of my tongue. I began to tongue it and slowly put two fingers into her pussy as I did so. She began to moan and move her hips. Seeing I had found the right spot, I jammed my tongue into her asshole, while pumping my fingers into her pussy. The deep action in her pussy brought up more and thicker cream, and I stopped the attention to her asshole long enough to lick everything clean.
She was leaking a steady trickle of fresh pussy fluid, and I decided to concentrate on her clit and let her cum. I freed her clit from it’s little hood, flicking my tongue back and forth, trying to drive her crazy. She liked it, but grabbed my fingers and put them back to work, my index in her asshole and my thumb in her pussy. As I thrust both inside her she moaned loudly and arched her back. When it pinched the membrane between her pussy and asshole, from inside with my fingers, she went over the edge, crying out and jerking her hips against my mouth. Each jerk made me more determined to give her all I could. When the jerking stopped, I put my whole mouth on here pussy, causing another jerk and another mini-orgasm. After a few more of these she pulled my head away and looked into my face and smiled. I loved her smile and could see the results of our fun. Her breathing was deep and she had some of the dried-on remnants of my cum, around her lips. I leaned forward and our juices and cream became one, as she hungrily lapped the slick wetness off of my chin and cheeks, sharing it with me in long kisses, as I gingerly licked my cum off of her cheeks. She even retrieved some fresh cum for me from my now limp cock, soft but still covered with my sperm. I decided turn-about is fair play and accepted it. The smell was acrid and harsh, and the taste not my favorite, but the arousal was so high that I took what she gave me and did as I was told.
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