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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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