The (Thong) Secret:

The house was quiet as he woke. With senior year college finals coming, he had gone to bed early, in spite of the party his housemates had thrown. The clink of bottles and laughing of girls had gone on late into the night and sleeping had been difficult. Now, with no sign of life from his housemates, he made his way downstairs to have a cup of coffee.

As he passed Jeff's room, the open door invited him to look inside. His heart almost stopped! Laying on the near side of Jeff's bed, apparently covered by just the barest part of the bed cover, was the object of his desire, Marie. Marie, the beautiful redheaded girlfriend of Jeff, the tall, thin girlfriend, with a hint of freckles still covering her forehead and nose, the girl that made his knees weak. Now, just feet away, the line of her hips visible under the thin cover, her legs and arms exposed, breathing softly in her sleep. Jeff was on the floor, dead to the world, so he stopped and took a long look at Marie and his pulse quickened.

As he began to breathe more heavily, the sight arousing him, she moved and he nearly jumped. But she was just rolling over, and to his delight, towards him, and the cover fell away, presenting him with the most exciting view of her naked body. Her skin was so white in the early morning light. And she had freckles on her chest also, just above her breasts. And her breasts! So small, so tight, the barest hint of swelling, but with such hard and long nipples! How badly he wanted to take them into his mouth and suck them and make them even longer, harder.

He gazed lower, to her firm belly, and then to the swell of her hips, her mound, and her beautiful red pussy hair. How perfect it was, just the smallest of patches of fur, narrowing as it ended above her lips, just barely visible. His breathing quickened and he began to get hard. The desire to feel her, to kiss her, to be enveloped by her touch, by her sex, was overwhelming. His cock was painfully stiff and he would have to leave soon or be discovered and be terribly embarrassed and the butt of jokes for years to come. As he turned to leave, she stirred again and something fell from the bed covers. He chanced a step closer and his heart raced now. There, not 4 feet from him, lay her panties, the most adorable, tiny, obscenely tiny, black thong. It had fallen so the inside faced him and even from 4 feet away he could see it, the white streak in the center, the dried remains of her wetness, her excitement, her juice. His cock grew harder. He had to have it.

He stopped a moment and concentrated on the rest of the room, particularly his housemate Jeff. Jeff was turned the other way, softly snoring, the evidence of lots of beer drunk on the floor beside him. No trouble there. Then he stared at Marie, watched her face, tried to avoid gazing lower, made sure she was deep asleep. Once certain, he moved softly, slowly, and bent down to retrieve his prize. He picked it up, immediately stuffed it into his pocket, and then slowly backed out of the room.

In the hallway, he resisted the urge to take it out, instead returning to his room and quietly locked the door and drew the shades. At last. He took off his pants and shorts and let his imprisoned cock spring free, the tip slick with his excitement. he stroked himself, rubbing the wetness into the skin, his cock growing at the familiar feel of the rubbing. Then he pulled the thong out.

So tiny, size "P", petite he guessed. Such a tiny waist, slim hips, she was just the perfect shape in his mind. To know this simple item of clothing had covered her most intimate place, had absorbed her most intimate scent and excitement, exited him beyond belief. He was stroking himself firmly now, the wetness flowing , the top few inches of his cock slippery and easy to pump.

He examined her thong and began to notice the aroma, her aroma, the smell of her pussy. Inside the gusset, the strip that had pressed against her pussy lips, there was a white coating, dry at the edges but, to his amazement, still damp in the center! Not just damp, but wet and soft, a small ridge of pussy cream, the remains of her cum, still wet, almost as if she had just cum minutes ago. His hands shook as he brought the thong to his face, inhaling her powerful aroma, her strong pussy smell. Just as he imagined, just as he dreamed, heavy and musky, but rich and exciting. How much he wanted to bury his face in her pussy, how many times he had fantasized about making love to her, how many times he had jerked off to her face in his mind.

He pressed her thong against his lips, breathing her in, stroking his cock. He pulled it away and felt the sticky cum on his lips and licked them for his first taste, knowing he was licking her cum from his lips. So salty, the salt of sex, pussy salt, pussy flavor. He was so close, he knew he wouldn't last, knew he would have to destroy the thong soon, so he opened his mouth and laid the gusset across his tongue, let his saliva soak it and soften it completely, and then sucked and scraped it with his tongue and teeth, getting all of it off, into his mouth, onto his tongue, where he let it mix and swirl in his mouth, filling his mouth with her pussy taste, the smell of her pussy filling his head at the same time.

He was jerking hard now, very close to cumming. He took one last deep breath, the smell of her pussy, her skin, her cum so powerful, and then he swallowed, drinking her pussy stain, her cum, the most private, dirty part of her, swallowing her as if he had just made her cum on his mouth, and then he came, his cock ejaculating long, ropey strings of semen that rose to his chest, splashed against his skin, reaching his neck, one, two, three, four incredible spurts, the warm sperm running down his chest, beginning to pool at his belly. His cock continued spurting, weaker now, as he felt the strong, sharp taste of her cum go down his throat, past the back of his tongue, the taste lingering, changing as it mixed with his saliva. He opened his mouth and breathed out, the smell of her pussy on his breath, so erotic, so dirty, and it gave his cock new life as it produced tow more powerful jets of watery semen and then quit, exhausted, having done its job, sending his sperm as far as it could, unaware of the futility, but not caring , his mind so awash in pleasure.

He was so weak he dropped the thong and it tumbled to the mess on his belly, getting covered in his cum. He watched it begin to soak up his sperm, so tired and spent that he couldn't move to pick it put of the gooey mess. Finally, he sat up and pulled it out of the puddle and set it aside while he began to clean up, walking to the bathroom for a towel. A few moments later he walked back out and almost screamed as he nearly walked into Marie, standing on the middle of the room, towel around her body, apparently just out of the shower. She was smiling at his discomfort and held the thong in her hands.

"So that's where it went. I am glad it was, um, of use to you. It looks like you found a way to enjoy it!" And she brought the thong close to her face, sniffed, and smiled.

"I love the smell of sex, don't you? And yours is so fresh and good. Sorry I missed the show. But I think it is even better the second day, so I am going to let you find out for yourself. I am going to wear this mess of yours all day and all night. Your sperm will mix with the smell of my fresh pussy, and I will make sure to wear it hard. I will start with a nice bike ride and then some tennis and later some time in the sun, Try to imagine the perfume we will make, your sperm and my pussy cream. Try to imagine eating it later, because you will be doing just that. You will find this back in here, in your top drawer, tomorrow morning, and I expect you to use it again in the same way, and tell me all about it, or I will tell Jeff you took my thong and jerked off into it." And with those words, she dropped her towel and bent over to put on her thong, still soaked with my cum, making sure it fit tight to her pussy. I could see the shiny spots where it was coated with me, and she kneaded them into her mound and lips, ending by sucking her fingertips. Her breasts were still perfect, the nipples hard now, making my heart ache for their touch.

"Mmmm. this is going to be so good by tomorrow, such a perfect mixture of our dirty juices. This will be our secret and I will want you to tell me all about it, every smell, every taste, every wet little spot. I want you to clean it completely with your tongue, to hand it back to me dry and without a trace of the mess I am going to make for you. I want you to experience as much of my pussy tastes as possible, and I want them as strong and powerful as possible. Now go get dressed and forget we ever spoke."

She pulled her towel back on and padded out and I just shook my head and tried to imagine the treasure I would find the next day. It was going to be so hard to concentrate on finals.