That T-Shirt Smell

That T-Shirt Smell

Mark goes looking for his T-shirt, which seemed to have walked away. He finds it being worn by a willing partner.

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Mark was twenty-seven years old and alone in his parents' house. He was only in town for a couple of days on business. He'd awakened to find a note indicating his Mom and Dad had taken his eighteen-year-old sister out shopping.

After getting out of the shower, he couldn't find the T-shirt he'd worn yesterday. He didn't have any other half-way clean casual clothes left. He was sure he had left it in his childhood bedroom, but standing there clean and naked, it wasn't here.

'Where the fuck?' He wondered. 'Maybe I drank one too many last night.'

Sans clothing... he was alone, he wandered around in search of his T. He opened the door to his sister's bedroom... 'Holy shit!' On the bed in his T-shirt was his sisters best friend, Amy... masturbating. He knew her because she and his sister had hung out since kindergarten. She was wearing iPods and didn't realize he was watching.

Amy was a blond, blue-eyed beauty. Her father had immigrated from Sweden to the U. S. as a child. She had large, natural breasts, which were wiggling around in his T-shirt. Her twat was completely shaved... not a single blond hair left. His cock, free of any clothing's hindrance began an erection. He gave it a hand, stroking slowly.

'She's a fuck'in goddess... a Nordic queen!'

Whimpering cries and moans exposed Amy's approaching orgasm. She had long fantasized about having sex with Mark. Now with the scent of him wafting through her nostrils, the visualization of fucking him was clear... almost tangible. Her head thrashed from side to side and her eyes were almost closed... almost but not entirely. She saw someone in the doorway... freak out!

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" She squealed, sitting up in the bed and lamely pulling his T-shirt down in an attempt to hide her glowingly pink, wet pussy.

"What are you doing?" he asked, temporarily stopping his own masturbation.

"I couldn't find any clean clothes, so I borrowed your shirt."

He nodded. "And what else are you doing?"

"Well, your sister told me she was going out with your parents, and I could sleep in. I'm supposed to lock the door on the way out. I didn't know you were home. I thought I was alone."

"Obviously..." he smiled. "Please give me my T-shirt."

"But I'll be... Umm... I don't have anything else to wear."

"You're the same size as my sister, except for your breasts. Her closet is full of clean clothes. Yet you chose to take my T-shirt..."

"It was the first thing I saw, so..."

"Come on! My sister's closet is open and there are a ton of things you could have chosen. You went all the way to my bedroom to get my T-shirt. Why did you want my clothes?"

"Yeah, well... Umm... This is unbelievably embarrassing. I've never told anyone this. I have a very powerful sense of smell. It's a medical condition called hyperosmia. It goes both ways... bad or pleasant. I'm bombarded with scents all day long."

"OK, I'm not clear what this has to do with my T-shirt."

"I love the way you smell... musky, virile and muy masculino," she stammered with her head down.

"Thank you. It's been a while since I studied Spanish, but I get the gest. To return a compliment... I loved the way your nipples stuck out under my T-shirt, when you were about to orgasm."

"I can see you enjoyed the 'show' (air quotes) by the half erection you've got going on with your gorgeous cock."

"Thank you again, but I still want my T-shirt... please"

All the smug bantering aside, Amy couldn't believe she told him how his body scent turned her on. 'Now he thinks I've got a dog's nose.' She resigned herself to looking foolish. 'Loser!'

Just as fast as she put herself down, she came up with a possible way to get what she wanted... 'Blackmail!' She pulled the shirt over her head, freeing her wonderfully attractive boobs. They swayed pendulously as she handed Mark the shirt. He stared until both stopped moving and then stared a little longer.

She launched her plan, "I guess, when you tell your sister, I'll never be invited over here again. In fact, she may not want to be my friend anymore. I really don't want that to happen."

"Are you offering to have sex with me to keep your secret?"

Amy was startled. She thought she was gaming him and giving herself cover to taste that big 'ole cock. But he was right on it. 'Does that mean he wants to have sex?'

She continued, "No! I was just... Uh... Well, you caught me. You win. You know?"

"I would never coerce anyone into having sex. If you want to mess around, you'll need to ask me... straight forward... no games."

Amy blushed. She thought she was in control and could manipulate him... wrong! She knew they wanted the same thing. Except he wanted honesty on top of sex. His cock was engorged but no longer erect. 'He can't walk away from this,' she thought. 'I've got him!'

"I know you're not a bully. It's just a trade. I have a secret I want kept and you want to fuck me. So, let's do it. There I asked."

"I won't play children's games with you. Thanks for the T-Shirt. See you 'round." He turned towards the door.

'Or maybe I don't have him... shit!'

"Wait," she blurted. "I've wanted to fuck you for a long time. I'd really like to make that dream come true. Will you please stay... please!"

"Sure! I'll stay and... what? He asked seriously... 'Maybe too seriously? Am I being a hardass? No! She's your sister's best friend. You need to be damn sure it's clearly consensual.'

Amy didn't answer the question. She rolled forward onto her hands and crawled over to the edge of the bed. She reached out for his cock, but he stepped back.

"Amy what are you asking me to do? It's not a difficult question."

She blushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. Will you please have sex with me?"

"Yes, I will. You're beautiful and I'd be a fool to say 'no' to your question."

He stepped forward and stood with his knees against the bedside. She held his partially erect cock up and took him into her mouth. Holding him stable with one hand, she slid her lips and tongue along his stiffening flesh. He tasted freshly washed with some pre-cum for flavoring.

When he was fully erect, she backed up and repositioned on her back with his junk over her face. His dick was flexible enough for her to put the cockhead in her mouth. She was also able to lift up her head to lick and suck his ball sac. He was fondling her tits, when her tongue went behind his nuts.

"I just had a shower and everything's really clean if you'd like to..."

"Oh jesus!" He cried as her tongue slid through his cheeks.

Amy had zero experience, but quickly discovered she loved the idea of rimming him. Mark widened his stance, trying to make it easier for her to explore. She poked around between his cheeks but was having trouble finding his knot. It wasn't possible to use her hands in this position.

Despite the limited contact, Mark whispered. "That's amazing. It's unbelievably sensual... damn."

Amy was frustrated in her search for his knot. Even though it was pleasant for Mark. He squatted down even further. This put less strain on Amy's neck and opened his cheeks a bit more... but not far enough for Amy. She needed to get behind him.

"I'm really loving this! Would you be willing to make it easier for me to eat you?"

Mark smiled, "I can't imagine any situation where I would turn down that request."

"Great and thanks! I'm going to get off the bed. Please continue facing the way you are but lean forward and put your hands on the bed."

Mark complied and Amy moved around behind him and got him to spread his legs a little further apart. She knelt and used both hands to spread his cheeks apart.

He was not an overly hairy guy and his cheeks themselves were only dusted with wispy blond hair. There were a few kinky, darker hairs around his knot. She found the subtle fresh musky scent acted as an aphrodisiac.

The 'target' area was dusky rose in color contrasted against the pinkish white of his glutes. She had never thought about, let alone attempted, rimming any boy she had dated. It surprised her that it looked so inviting. She tentatively licked across the knot and his knees sagged.

"Holy mary, mother of god! That feels incredibly sexy!" He moaned.

She began licking from the base of his ball sac up across his knot. Each time she dragged her tongue across the rough spot, Mark groaned loudly. She reached under him and took his cock in her hand... stroking and licking, groaning, strokes and licks, more groaning.

Mark thought he might lose his mind. He had never been rimmed and had no idea how good it would feel. He couldn't really describe the experience, and his only verbalizations continued to be groans.

Amy wanted to try to penetrate the knot, but the current angle made it difficult. "Would you lay your chest down on the bed and spread your legs a little further apart?"

"Anything you want... anything! Just, please, don't stop!" He whimpered.

'This is a much better position... much more accessible,' she realized.

His cock was flexible enough to pull back between his thighs. The knot was largely visible between his spread cheeks. Only the sides were hidden. His ball sac was completely upside down with his cock pulled down vertically below.

Her tongue had a clear path from the base of the sac, across the perinium, between butt cleavage, to the knot. She resumed her lingual excursion from one end to the other... and back again. He continued groaning, as she repeated the journey again and again.

A rope of pre-cum clung to his cockhead. Amy asked him to hand her the T-shirt. He did without comment, blissfully unaware of anything but the point on his skin where her tongue currently was. She used the hand that wasn't milking the cock to wipe off the bedspread and then dropped it on the floor to catch what was sure to be more man juice.

Amy was enjoying everything about the moment... the musky smell, the visual close-up of his asshole, the taste of his sweat, the feel of her tongue sliding over his body, and the sound of his groaning. She decided to ratchet up the sexual torque.

Holding her tongue rigid, she pushed against the knot. Mark sucked in a huge breath without speaking. She kept up the pressure until the sphincter muscles relaxed slightly and allowed her tongue entry. Mark shivered silently. She probed repeatedly, while increasing the speed with which she was vertically stroking his cock. Precum was now dripping steadily onto the T-shirt.

Mark was initially silent when his orgasm began. Amy felt the contractions of his muscle knot around her tongue. He began moaning, 'Oh god!' over and over. His cock jerked in her hand, as it pumped copious amounts of cum all over the T-shirt. She pulled her head back and watched the ejaculation... never seen anything like it in her young sexual life.

Mark was wasted. He had experienced all kinds of sex with a half-dozen or more women. He'd experienced amazing blowjobs, some decent anal sex, and some powerfully moving love making sessions with a woman he thought he would spend forever with. He'd seen porn videos of rimming but never thought to ask a woman to try it. What this girl just did was a singular event... un-fucking believable.

Amy let go of his cock as it softened. Mark dropped down to his knees, breathing deeply to try and get his heartrate down. He couldn't think of what to say to her.

"That was lit! Soooo dope! Fucking awesome!" She beamed. "I've never tried that before... it just kinda happened. What a trip!" She babbled. "I hope it was as good for you... I mean you shot a load, but... but...

"It was everything you just said and more," He replied, not to her words, but rather her enthusiasm. He felt the same way.

"I'm so horny, I might burst into flames. I'm gonna masturbate. You wanna watch?"

"Uh, sure. If you want to wait a few minutes and let me catch my breath, I'll help." He offered.

"Naw... I'll get off on you watching. Plus, I can't wait. I need it now!" She replied.

Amy lay back on the bed and spread her legs, exposing her utterly nude mons. He hadn't lied about being horny. Her sex lips were pinkish red and lubrication clung in droplets in the creases, and her clit was stiffly visible.

Mark pulled himself up onto his feet, standing at the end of the bed. Her legs rested on either side of his. His cock, despite its' recent collapse, showed signs of life. He held it softly and gently moved his hand along the length of it.

Amy used both hands. She put one then two fingers between her lips and plunged the wet depth of her tunnel. One finger of the other hand circled around her clit. She sighed deeply.

"Sticking my tongue in your ass was the wildest thing I've ever done. But it was so, so, so sexy. Tell me what it felt like!"

Her request caught Mark off guard. He hesitated trying to find the words.

"Your cock is so hot... too. I mean I'd love to get that thang in my mouth!"

Mark still couldn't figure out what to say.

"You like watching me finger fuck myself?"

Finally, something he could reply to. "Yes, It's one of the sexiest things I've ever seen."

Amy closed her eyes, moving her fingers faster and faster. She started wailing, "Ohhh...!"

"Stop," he said in a normal tone of voice.

She opened her eyes and stopped moving her fingers.

"When you were rimming me, I thought I would lose my mind. It was the most erotic experience I've ever had. Thank you for giving that to me," he said.

She beamed... a beautiful smile. "You're welcome. I felt the same way. Can I start again?"

"Yes, I want to catch up with you."

"Would it help if I sucked you?"

"Oh, hell yes!"

Amy immediately rolled forward and took his cock away from his hand. She slid her mouth over the cockhead, rolling her tongue around the frenulum. He quivered with pleasure. It wasn't truly a 'deep-throat' yet... he was too limp... but she took the entirety of him down.

"This may have been your first time rimming, but you've given head before... for sure!"

Pulling her mouth off his growing cock, she replied, "Fact... for real! I do it all the time when I don't want to have real sex with some guy. Gets him off me and I get something to jill off thinking about. 'Cept in the fantasy, I'm not using the guy attached to the penis I sucked."

"I understand. You substitute someone you like as the body and face of the cock you sucked."

"Yup," she mumbled around his cock, returning to her work.

"Does that apply to me," he asked.

"Nup," she mumbled again. Then she again removed dick from mouth.

"Naw, I'll replay this with you, your penis, your hidden crinkle, your scent... all of you. And I'll cum many, many times with that memory."

She had closed her eyes again and was using her free hand to jostle her clit. He was hard again... thanks to her expert mouth-work.

"Stop," he said again. "Lay back on the pillow. I want to watch you finish."

Amy gently dragged her teeth up his stiff cock. He shuddered at this exquisite touch... hard enough to produce tension, but without any pain. She held his cockhead in her mouth for a while, churning her tongue around the frenulum.

"Enough! You little sex witch... I wanna watch you get off!"

She laughed, removing her lips from him, and flopped back on the bed. Tilting her head to one side, she teased, "You want to see your li'l witch fuck herself?"

"I do. If you can wait, I'd love to see you tease yourself for a while."

"Give me your T-shirt. It's on the floor right where you're standing."

"I saw it. It's covered with my cum. I pushed it aside."

"Give it to me... cum and all," she hissed.

Mark picked it up after finding a dry spot and handed it to Amy. She gathered it together and lifted the crumpled cloth to her nose, deeply inhaling.

"Everything about you smells great!"

"Including my cum?"

"Absolutely! Wanna smell?"

"I'll take your word for it."

"Your loss," she replied.

After licking some of the larger clumps of cum, she pulled the 'T' over her head, stuck her arms through the sleeves and dragged the bottom down to her waist.

"How do I look?" She smiled.

"Like a sex pixie... cute and sexual," he observed.

"Better than being a little witch!" She wryly replied.

"There are beautiful witches... like Ariana in 'Wicked'."

"Still, I think I like being a pixie instead," she said.

"A cute, erotic sex pixie," he corrected.

Amy spread her legs apart, revealing herself completely, and whispered, "Yes!"

Her lady bits were shades of red. The labia majora were dark pink and swollen like walls around a garden. Her labia minora were darker... closer to red. They hung open like doors with the vaginal opening offering a clear view of her dark red interior. The pucker of her pink starfish was also visible below.

Mark stared openly at her display. She enjoyed seeing the lust in his eyes. But, hornier than horny, she needed to start masturbating. She slipped her middle and index fingers across the clit hood and her inner lips. Reaching the vaginal opening, she dragged some of her lubrication back up across her clit. Her other hand went under the shirt to pinch her nipples.

Mark's erection got stone hard. He watched and stroked.

She continued moving her moisture until everything in the area was slick. Then with her hand almost at a right angle to her slot, she slid her middle and index finger inside with a moan. Her little finger was down near her starfish. Her hand looked like sideways Sign Language for "I love you." And Mark did love it!

As her orgasm approached, she pulled her T-shirt above her breasts. She palmed her orbs and teased her nipples until they pointed like bullets. Moaning and bucking against her hands, she thrust her hips up and swayed from side to side.

Over the course of several minutes Amy's animated movements continued. She put her feet down and pushed her ass off the bed, while she finger-fucked herself enthusiastically. Then lifting her feet up, then knees to chest, she exposed her pink starfish. Rimming around it with her wet fingers, sent shivers through both of them.

In the final stretch, she dropped her legs back on the bed and moved her hands from perpendicular to vertically inline with her open slit. She dragged her fingers up from deep inside to her clitnob. Tugging upwards satisfied two needs... penetration and clitoral stimulation. Repeating this motion brought thick sticky lubrication resembling cum to her vaginal hood.

Mark was fascinated watching the strings of lube stretch between her fingers and wet cunt. She knew her body and how to pleasure herself. It was like a visual 'Ted Talk' on masturbation. Her eyes were closed, and vocalizations intense.

"Can I cum now? Please!" She pleaded.

"I believe you can and should," he muttered.

Amy drove two fingers deeply inside her love tunnel. She brought the hand down from her breast and used the index finger and thumb to grasp and tug on her clit. A few moments later she was thrashing around the bed moaning intensely. The moan became a wail, which in turn gave way to a low-pitched scream.

Mark thought he might have to cover her mouth, before a neighbor called '911.' And then she collapsed with her arms by her sides. She lay there quietly gasping for breath.

"That was remarkable," he commented.

"It was incredible! Fuck me!" she replied.

"Yes," it was.

"No! Fuck me!" She insisted.

"Are you asking?" He asked uncertainly. "I mean you just..."

Amy cut him off, "Fuck me... fuck me now... please!"

He did...

She was already at the foot of the bed, so he lifted her legs by the calves. She helped him drive his cock into the tunnel. This was not a romantic rendezvous... a quiet tryst... or leisurely poke. It was wild, raw, get-it-while-you-can sex!

He pounded into her, while holding her ankles apart at shoulder height. She was driven back by each of his thrusts and then recoiled towards him to meet his next incoming blitz. Both exhaled when their bodies slammed together. It was loud... wet... crazed... aggressive fucking.

Amy rolled into another orgasm in a matter of minutes. The smell of sex permeated the air. She was in olfactory heaven with her ability to connect emotionally with odors many couldn't sense. To her, he smelled earthy and musky. His sweat carried the scent of testosterone and male pheromones. It was incredibly intoxicating for her.

Mark was riding high on the visual of her masturbation and now his cock was experiencing a different more tactile sensory event. Each time he sluiced in and out of her wet, hot cunt he got closer to nirvana. When Amy's orgasm churned through her body, he crashed over the edge. Burying his cock entirely, he pumped his seed in her garden.

They had both been well fucked. He released her legs to rest on his shoulders. And stood panting, watching the aftershocks twitch across her body. Neither spoke for several minutes.

They heard the front door open at the same time.

"Christ on a stick! They're back!" He said huskily.

Amy dropped her legs to the floor. Mark pulled his still partially erect cock out and fled towards his bedroom. She pulled the T-shirt over her head and put it between her legs to stem the flow of their combined juices. She barely got the covers over her, when Mark's sister walked in.

"Are you still in bed? It sure is stuffy in here."

Mark made it to the safety of his room without being seen. He closed the door quietly and ran into his bathroom. After turning the shower back on, he stood with his hands on the sink looking at his image in the mirror.

Amy stretched and faked a yawn. "I guess I overslept. Is it OK if I take a shower before going home?"

Mark came into the kitchen wearing a dress shirt over a pair of shorts. His parents were sitting at the breakfast table, drinking coffee.

"Do you want me to do some laundry for you?" His mother asked.

"No, I'm fine. I need to head back early."

"Oh, have a cup of coffee before you go." His father suggested.

About ten minutes later, Amy strolled into the kitchen. She declined the offer of coffee.

"I need to get back home. My parents are taking me out shopping this afternoon." Turning to Mark she added, "Thanks for the T-shirt. It smells great."