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.
Home
