I awoke with a hangover, thanks to
the Christmas party the night before. As I turned my head
on the pillow, I found myself staring into the crotch of a
bright red thong. This was no ordinary thong, however.
No cute, frilly, clean off-the-rack Victoria's Secret
thong. This one was still damp and very pungent; whoever
had worn it had worked very hard in it. I sat up in bed
and picked it up to examine and found the crotch was
covered in the dried-on remains of a woman's excitement.
The impression of the slit between her lips was still
evident, having been molded in place as the residue had
dried. There were what appeared to be layers of her cum,
and as I turned it in my hands and folded it a bit, her
pussy cream actually began to flake off, like some heavy
coating of glue.
I was intrigued and brought it
close to my face. God, such a powerful smell, so rich and
strong, but not "dirty". Traces of pee and sweat, but
mostly that powerful smell of a woman's pussy. I brought
it to my face again and breathed deeply and in doing so,
more of her cum flaked off and fell to my lips, just the
tiniest piece. Hesitantly I darted my tongue to my lip
and pulled it inside: it was so salty, almost a bit
gritty, and it immediately filled my mouth and head with
that taste I lived for. I could almost imagine I was
cleaning the slit of my lover's pussy after a long, warm
day, the scent of her pussy rising to meet, me, the salt
of her taste awakening me, as I licked off the residue of
her day-long drippings.
The more I held it in my hands
and smelled the heady aroma, the more I wanted this woman,
wanted to lay her down, pull down her jeans, slip off her
panties, and taste her tangy pussy, to be the first to
have her, her pussy so fragrant and savory. I tried to
scrape off some more of her residue but only succeeded in
getting a few flakes. I had to try another approach. I
walked into the bathroom and found a small glass plate and
I lay the thong on it, the wonderfully-stained and coated
crotch face-up. I then dripped a bit of warm water on it
and waited, watching as it was absorbed into the panty.
In a matter of moments I got what I wanted; the thick,
hard coating of her cum was now soft, and I was able to
scrape it off the material and onto the plate. I almost
shivered at the anticipation, looking at the gooey blob of
whitish cream no covering part of the plate. I was
surprised at the amount. I thought about savoring it bit
by bit, but in the end, I just licked the entire mess up
with my tongue. The explosion of taste was surprising.
It began with a mellow flavor filling the front of my
mouth, but as I swallowed, the salty bite of her juices
slammed into the back of my throat, lingering and filling
my sinuses. As I exhaled, I noticed her scent had
flavored even my breath, as if I had been licking her for
hours, coming up only for air, waking the next morning
with her covering me in so many ways.
I finished my exploration by
taking the still-stained crotch in my mouth, expecting
more of the same, and was rewarded with an even more
powerful jolt of her salt, as I licked from top to bottom,
picking up the flavor of her pee. God, I wanted this
woman even more, and sucked on the crotch lewdly, catching
myself in the mirror with her thong in my mouth, and an
enormous hard-on reaching up towards my chin.
I took the thong out and began
to rub it on the tip of my cock. The mix of my spit, her
pussy, and the oozing from my cock created the most
arousing smell, so raw and dirty, the smell of sex and
pussy and now even her asshole. I was breathing that mix
and jerking my cock when the door to the room slowly
opened and the owner of the thong stepped in. I
remembered now, the woman I had brought home, the woman I
had enjoyed so briefly last night, before passing out.
As she entered, her eyes grew
wide but she said nothing as she took in this site, of
this man rubbing her soaking wet thong on the head of his
cock, his other hand stroking the shaft, his excitement
evident, his wetness staining the material an even darker
red. She sat down at my feet, crossed legged, giving me
the most delicious view of her furry pussy. I stopped my
jerking to look at her more closely and she reached a hand
out to take away the thong. Pulling it from my fingers,
she looked down at the crotch, damp and with a shiny,
slimy puddle from my cock's excitement, and, without a
word, brought it to her face and sniffed. She closed her
eyes and sniffed again, more deeply this time. she seemed
to sigh, her shoulders sagging a bit. then she opened her
eyes and, staring right into mine, stuck out her tongue
and wiped the crotch of her thong across it, leaving a
trail of my cock's juice across it, with a thin string
connecting her to is as she pulled it away, finally to
break and leave a smear on her chin. She reached up and
pushed the smear into her mouth, with the rest of my juice
and swallowed. My cock twitched as I watched her throat
move, and saw her tongue working hard to make sure she had
gotten it all.
I was about to say something but
she leaned over and in one move engulfed my cock in her
mouth, down to the balls, her lips brushing the hairs on
my sack. I felt the head of my cock being squeezed by her
throat muscles and I realized I had just been deepthroated,
and my head began to spin. She cupped my balls and began
to stroke my cock with her throat, swallowing me entirely
with each stroke. In less than ten strokes I began to
cum, as she gently ticked the hair on my scrotum. As I
did so, she released my cock from her throat and held it
against her lips, letting it spurt over her chin and lips
and nose, her other hand underneath to catch any sperm
that dripped off.
It seemed I came for a long
time, but really it was over in a few moments. I looked
at her covered with my semen, the strong smell beginning
to fill the room, and I began to move to help her, to
clean her up, and she shook her head "no". I sat back in
amazement and watched and she leaned back a bit and began
to carefully gather every drop of me. She began by
pushing the thin coating on her cheeks into her mouth,
gathering it on her tongue. Next she scooped up the few
drops that had fallen on her breasts, leaning her head
back to drip them in. Finally, I watched as she ever so
carefully and methodically licked each finger clean, her
tongue encircling the thick, clumpy mess that covered her
delicate fingers. The contrast of her thin, manicured
fingers and the obscene mess of my sperm brought my cock
back to life again, but she wasn't finished yet. Having
cleaned every last drop and chunk of me from her face and
hand, she opened her mouth to show me the swirling, lumpy
pool of my sperm bathing her tongue. As I watched, she
played with it a moment with her tongue and then, staring
into my eyes, she swallowed it all in one swallow. With a
smile, she leaned forward and kissed me, holding me tight
as I resisted her insistent tongue. I struggled but lost
as she forced her tongue deep into my mouth, sharing the
flavor of my cum, introducing me to the taste of sperm,
flooding my senses with that sharp, bitter taste.
When we finally relaxed and lay
together, her face close to mine, she finally spoke, her
breath reeking of my cum, . The effect was curious, the
smell turning me off and then exciting me, knowing she had
done such a deeply intimate thing for me. My cock began
to rise again. She laughed and grabbed it, saying "Now I
am going to use you, to get the most out of your cock that
I can, to ride you, to make you rub me deep inside, to
feel your hard cock deep inside, to slip it between my
lips and against my clit until I cum, over and over. And
when I am finished, I will pull you deep inside and wrap
my legs around you, pull you deep inside, and milk your
cock, feeling your spurts against my cervix, holding you
inside until you are soft and tired, until you slip out.
And when you are done, I am going to straddle you face
and let you taste us both, my flushed, full, sweaty and
wet pussy mixed with the slippery strings of your cum.
We'll do it again and again. all night and into tomorrow,
until you have no sense of anything but the smell and
taste of sex, mine and yours. It will all become one
heady mix and we will swap and share until we can drink no
more. I am going to be your little whore and you will be
my student, and we will use each other until we can't stay
awake any longer. What do you think of that?
I answered her by sliding my
middle finger inside her, up to the knuckle, and putting
it between our faces and forcing her to kiss it between
our lips, her thick fragrant juice coating both our lips.
She responded by squeezing my cock and producing a small
bead of left-over cum, which she put on the tip of her
tongue and pulled me close to kiss and swap with me.
Good, I thought, now we are on the same page.
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