But It Smells Bad

But It Smells Bad

My new girlfriend, Donna, always complained about my smell - down there. It was the reason she'd never given me a blowjob for more than a few minutes or more often gave up before it even began.

At her insistence I had to take a shower just before we would start anything. I had more showers a week than in a normal month. Then at her continued urging I switched soap, washed my privates multiple times, and even dried with a hair dryer. When that didn't work I had to avoid wearing my robe after showers in case it was the source.

The hoops she made me jump through were getting to be too much. If she weren't smokin' hot and fun she'd already be gone.

I flat out told her she was being ridiculous. To myself I considered that I never complained about her bad breath. It wasn't atrociously bad, but ever present. I never even mentioned it 'cause that would be rude.

"Ridiculous?!" She objected, "It's not like you're close enough to smell it."

To test her statement, I rubbed my hand all over my freshly cleansed cock and balls and smelled my hand, "There's nothing there. Not even the smell of soap since you made me rinse so many times. There's just no way it smells like dick - clean or otherwise."

She scoffed, "How would you even know? It's not like you've ever smelled one."

"Well, then I will!"

"How would you manage that?"

"I'll sneak into someone's things at the gym and smell his jockstrap?"

"Ew! And it wouldn't be the same anyway."

"Well, I'll find a way. Besides, everyone's got plenty of body parts that smell. Like feet and butts and stuff." I pointed to a few places on her body even though I knew I shouldn't make it personal as I did it.

She had a testy retort, "But I'm not asking you to put your face up against them!"

"Well I would! If it made you happy."

She got this haughty look on her face, "Then you can start right here." Saying that she held her arm above her head exposing her armpit to me. I could just see some alluring underboob beneath her blue bra.

I brought my nose close, "It just smells a little like deodorant. Which has got to be worse since it's not natural."

Miffed that she hadn't 'gotten' me she tossed herself onto my bed as she lifted one tiny foot in the air, "Then try this!"

I took a whiff as she asked, "Does it reek like it's been trapped in my shoe all day?"

"Well, it's not fresh. But it's not that bad either."

"Then suck it like it was a dick. We'll see how you like it."

"Would that make you happy? Cause I'm not doing it unless you want it."

Her emotions danced on her face until finally she declared, "Yea. It would make me happy." So I licked her foot. Truly, I made love to her foot, slathering and sucking passionately.

"Stop! I was wrong. It's too ticklish." She yanked it away from me and since I'm not actually turned on by feet I was relieved.

Donna pushed the string to her thong aside, and proceeded to spread her labia. I hadn't seen, let alone eaten her cunt yet, but boy was I ready. I think I was too eager: "What if I wanted you to smell my...my butt? Now that would be too far!?"

"I don't know. I've never done that to a woman before."

"Hmmm. I haven't had it done to me either. But what if I wanted it? If for no other reason than to prove a point?"

"Roll over." She was losing and she knew it.

She didn't seem too keen on me doing it, but slowly and reluctantly she turned. She did have a beautiful derriere; firm smooth cheeks, tan, blemish free... A sight to behold clothed or otherwise, and that thong was hot. I climbed between her legs feeling just as apprehensive as she was. Would I really do it?

The blue satin covered her anus so it was a little easier to bring my nose close. From an inch away I sucked air loudly."

"Well?!"

"I don't smell anything."

That's because your nose must be broken."

"Maybe you should put your hand on it and smell it yourself, like I did."

"No. It's just because my panties are in the way."

I didn't think I'd be seeing her nude so soon but I wasn't going to start complaining. I would smell everything if it meant fucking her.

She did nothing for the longest time, then pushed them part way down until they were rolled up in the crease where cheeks met thigh. "I can't reach any more."

"Don't worry. I'll finish." So I stuck my thumbs into the sides and jerked them down to her ankles and off despite her not really helping.

Wispy black hair peeked out from her bush, obscuring any view of her pussy I might have.

Despite clenching her bum closed tight she dared me, "Go on Mr. Wiseguy, smell it now."

Afraid, but not backing down, I put my nose up close and sniffed. I didn't smell anything. I could just lie and say it was bad. But then she would use it against me. "I think you've got to spread your cheeks if I'm gonna smell anything.

She reached back placing her fingers on her bum but stopped before pulling those sweet cheeks apart, "Are blowjobs really that good? Why don't you just wait until we're ready to go all the way?"

"Are they that good?! They're the best. Better than regular sex."

Just before her fingers pulled her cheeks wide apart my eyes were horribly riveted on the spot I was about to see. Did I really want to look at another person's asshole? What if it was gross? What if it wasn't just a brown patch of skin but it had poop on it, or it was...I don't know.

Suddenly it was revealed to my fearful eyes. And it turned out to be just fine. It was just a pink little crinkle of skin surrounded by a dark halo. Kinda cute actually.

I stared for a long time, searching for a reason not to smell it. Searching for a reason not to lick it as she had asked me to lick her foot earlier. But the more I looked the more it seemed like a better choice than her foot. I could do it.

"Well?" She asked impatiently. "What'cha think?"

"It's beautiful!"

"Really?" I could hear the pleasant shock in her voice. "No wait, does it stink?!"

"Oh, right." I lowered my face until my nose was passed her buns but not quite touching her anal area. I inhaled, not sure if I should expect ambrosia or the scent of turds.

"It smells...fine. Not at all like, you-know-what. It's like an afternoon rain on freshly tilled soil."

"Only you could smell an ass and come off like a poet. It just goes to show you can't smell shit." She laughed at her pun. "But if you really think it's fine then go ahead."

"You mean?"

"Yea. Do it. Unless it's a turn off. But you know, you don't have to do anything if you don't like the smell."

"But I want to." I'd only known her a week so I had a hard time admitting to anything so freaky, "Just to show you it's not so bad."

"Go on then. You want me to suck you, so you have to suck it."

"How do you suck a butt? I mean, a dick sticks out, it's easy. But that's kinda flat."

"You think it's easy sucking a dick? It's fuckin' hard work." Then she lifted her backside high up and pushed with her sphincter muscles. "Here. Suck this."

Her butthole kinda poked out, distinct from the area around it, "Whoa! That's some skill you got there, being able to push out your butthole. Do it again."

Donna giggled, "A skill, huh? I didn't know I was doing it." She gave it another push and just like last time her entire anal ring extended out to greet me in some weird butt way to blow a kiss"

The hilarity of the situation gripped me and I couldn't help but burst out in laughter. In between laughs I spoke in fits, "I can't believe we're doing this! Like, I really smelled it. And I admitted I liked it. And then you pushed!" I couldn't stop laughing and soon enough Donna was laughing with me, both of us falling all over each other, naked in bed.

When we calmed down I was hugging her naked flesh next to mine, "So, um, do you still want me to, um, lick it!"

"I want you to put on a condom and fuck me." So for our first time we did it on the heels of an almost asslicking and a sorta fight.

A few days later we were driving down the street when we passed a dirty bookstore. "What's in those places?" She asked while casually popping a handful of mixed nuts into her mouth.

"Just about any video or sex toy you could imagine."

Three blocks after we passed it she asked, "Would they have something to make a dick smell better?"

Doing a quick U-turn I answered, "There's one way to find out."

We looked at the covers on a few movies. We examined the usual vibrators. We made fun of a tongue shaped toy that claimed it could stimulate pussies and buttholes. We laughed in hushed tones, but then the laughter kind of died out when we both seemed to revisit the concept in our minds.

Next, I joked about her back end while holding a butt plug. But finally we admitted we couldn't find something specifically for dick smell.

The person who worked at the store was a remarkably cute young lady who pointed us toward the flavored lubes. She bluntly told us it was designed to make one's back door taste like either cherries or vanilla, but it would work just as well on a penis.

Donna couldn't decide, until the clerk told us we could try one out behind the curtain.

In the back room we found aisles of doors each playing a specific dirty movie. The hardest part was narrowing down what vid we should pick. I hoped for an inspiring yet romantic BJ flick. Donna just said whatever we watched had to be tasteful.

With a tube of vanilla gel and my cock sticking out of my fly we watched wide-eyed as nude bodies frolicked, kissed, and penetrated each other in novel ways.

Crouching, but not kneeling, Donna got ready to smear me with possibly tasty aromatic goop when suddenly she screamed.

Just then I saw a big semi-hard dick had poked into our side of the wall. She looked me in the eyes and said what I never expected, "Come smell it."

Shocked, I shook my head, "no."

Apparently our disagreement was far from forgotten, "Smell it!" She said more forcefully and annoyed.

I got down next to her and lifting the beast brought my nose close. I was afraid to follow through but she restated her command, "Smell it now or we're leaving."

Not sure what her threat meant, it was still a chance for me to be right. I permitted a little of the air exuding from the impressive pole to waft up my nostrils. It smelled like an elbow or shoulder. Then I took a larger whiff, "Nothing. It smells fine."

"What are you talking about? It's putrid which only proves you're completely unable to smell anything." She put her hand to her mouth as if to hold back from vomiting. Such drama!

I sniffed again and it grew even bigger in my hands, "No, really, it's fine."

Through the hole the guy said, "When are you two gonna stop fighting so one of you can suck my dick?"

Directing her words toward the hole Donna got sassy, "We'll decide if we're gonna suck it or not, or which one of us that'll be, so you can be quiet." She turned to me again, "You don't smell that? It smells bad just like yours."

"Shhh. He can hear you."

I don't care. We've got the perfect chance to find out who's right. And don't tell me it doesn't reek."

Through the hole the mystery dick owner replied, "I'll tell you who's right."

She stopped dead in her tracks, "You will? Are you gonna smell my boyfriend?"

She had surprised me again, "Is that what we are?" I asked.

"Of course. Now hush."

The man with the big dick ignored her, "Have him stick it through. I'll smell it. Then I'll suck him off. Then I'll tell you who's right."

I complained, "Wait a minute."

"Nevermind. You want a blowjob. He wants to give it. And most importantly we'll find out who's right."

He pulled his dick back to his side, then his lips were at the hole and in his baritone voice he boomed, "After I suck you then whoever is wrong will suck mine."

I was clear, "We're not interested, buddy."

But Donna had a different idea, "Deal."

She told me, "Since you think it's fine and you think giving blowjobs is easy it's only right you do it if you're wrong. And if I'm wrong...well, I'm not."

"But IF you're wrong you'll definitely do it? No backing out?" She nodded emphatically.

We sealed our deal with a stranger's lone eye as witness, "And if you're wrong you'll do it?" I had to agree and I promised.

Presenting my dick for his appraisal I worried for the first time that my dick might actually smell bad. I heard him sniff it several times then he engulfed it with his whole mouth.

I didn't love the idea but my dick disagreed as soon as his lips were on me. It was warm and wet and deep, and with my knees knocking on the wall, I came in a only few minutes.

And then kneeling in front of that hole we both waited for the verdict.

His voice rumbled as he gave us his judgement, "You're both wrong. First, the ladies got the worst breath I've ever smelled. She's just smelling her own breath on your cock which by the way is the most fresh and clean penis I've ever had." I smiled smugly.

Then he continued, "Second, dude, you obviously can't smell worth a dime. Now, I've been here awhile and my dick is pretty stale by now. So you're both wrong and you both owe me a dual BJ.

Donna pointed the cock at me, "You first, since you can't smell it anyway." She shrugged, "Someone's got to wash it off." The realization that I had been wrong was sinking in and the truth of her words hit me like a ton of bricks.

What would she think of me for sucking a cock? Surely no worse than if I'd sucked an ass. And I would only be doing it because I'd lost a bet.

I put my lips on the cockhead and it wasn't that bad. Or so I thought. If they were both right then it must be pretty stinky. And I'd made love to her smelly foot so I could do this too. But I wouldn't swallow. I would just make sure it was her turn when he orgasmed.

I tried to push it into my face but it was dry and wouldn't go. So to wet it I licked it all over with the knowledge that with every swipe I was removing and ingesting some rank residue which was odorless to me alone.

With every moan from beyond the wall I had the reassurance that at least I was providing the best pleasure a cock could receive. Returning to the hard crown I sucked it in, slurping and swirling since I know what feels good on me.

Donna whispered in my ear, "Thank you. For being patient with me when I was wrong all along. For trying so hard to be clean. And for going first. I wouldn't have been able to start."

I gave it one last push, hitting the back of my throat. Suppressing my gag reflex and with watery eyes I pointed the tip toward Donna, "Your turn?"

"I can still smell it. Go a little longer?"

Blowing that big dick again I tried some heavy sucking mixed in with deep head bobs. It was the attempt to deep throat it that got me. Choking and on the verge of retching I pulled off panting, "Ok, you gotta take over. This is hard work."

I handed her the thick organ, jealous that it wasn't mine about to be sucked. She placed her lips to the end briefly, "Ugh, now it smells like rancid dick, bad breath, AND spit! You finish and after I fix my bad breath I'll blow you anytime you want."

Truthfully, I was relieved not to watch MY girlfriend suck another man's cock.

I licked the drop of cum perched on the pee slit and it actually tasted good - syrupy sweet. How could any girl complain about the taste?

I made love to his cock passionately. Slurping and jacking the pole with my hand. Every once in a while I squeezed another drop of precum onto my tongue, growing more self-conscious the more it became apparent I was enjoying serving this cock and tasting the sugary dew that leaked out.

Donna caressed his balls with one hand and stroked my cock with the other until finally she announced, "I can feel it. He's about to spew."

I wanted to taste his whole sweet load so I pulled back until just the head was in my mouth poised to deliver its full delivery on my waiting tongue. I pulled on his shaft feverishly making sure I milked every drop.

Then it spasmed and jerked jet after jet directly on the most taste-sensitive part of my tongue. And it was awful! Not at all sweet. This gunk was bitter as bitter can be. Thick and gloppy it coated my taste buds. How could any woman ever swallow this crap?

I leaned over to spit the shit on the concrete floor with several loud splats.

Meanwhile Donna kept jerking on my dick and no matter the circumstances she brought me off. The first shot landed on my pant leg, but then she took my helmet head in her mouth taking the rest of my spermy goo.

When I sat up the cock was gone, replaced by a black hole. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

Confused by her actions, I asked, "I thought it smelled bad?"

She smiled, "It does. But I knew I could handle it for a couple seconds."

"But the taste?"

"It's a labor of love." And she kissed me.

I struggled a little with the smells. She asked, "Is my breath that bad?"

"Honestly? I think it's mine. I think it smells like his cum tasted. But I'm not sure of anything anymore."

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