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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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