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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.
“Constance. Constance! I’m home.
Where are you? Everything all ri…..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 scrape 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.
The whole scene ended with her curling back up on
the couch, a smile on her face, promising to “take
care of me” again after she had had a nap. I
decided to give her a taste of her own medicine,
and lay down for a nap also, determined to give
her a taste later of MY old, dried –on cum.
As sleep overtook me, I resolved to take a bit
more interest in her panties, and check their
potency more often.
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