Good Common Scents

GOOD COMMON SCENTS

"Does my pussy stink?"

"What?" I replied.

"Does my pussy stink?" My best friend Jen was asking a very personal question.

"No, of course not. Why would you ask such a question?"

"I was watching one of those commercials for 'full-body deodorants' and wondered if I have problem."

I said, "No you don't."

She persisted, "You'd tell me, wouldn't you, even if it hurt my feelings."

I touched her hand and said, "You don't have a problem. Your pussy doesn't stink."

She was quiet for a moment. "How do you know?"

I tried to reassure her, "You are fresh and clean. You bathe every day. I smell a hint of your fragrance and your shampoo. Why are you worried? Did somebody say something to you?"

"No, but they wouldn't. People don't say such things, they just avoid you."

"Is someone avoiding you?"

She hesitated, then said, "Well, I wonder about Ray." Ray is her husband.

"Ray is avoiding you?" I couldn't believe it.

She was too embarrassed to respond.

"What is bothering you, Jen?"

She hesitated, then said, "I just wonder why Ray doesn't go down on me anymore."

"What are you talking about?"

"Ray doesn't go 'down there' anymore. He used to do it all the time."

She was telling me her husband had stopped eating her pussy. She thought it was because her pussy smelled bad.

Jen and I have been very close friends since high school and we have confided in each other, but this was a new level of intimacy. We are both teachers and were on our summer break. We'd have lunch at one of our homes about once a week. We were in Jen's living room, eating dessert and watching TV.

I said, "Have you asked him about it?"

"No. I'm embarrassed to ask him such a thing. He wouldn't tell me anyway for fear of hurting my feelings."

"Jen, I've never smelled anything about you that was in any way offensive. You don't even fart."

She said, "Yes, but ..." She paused. "You are up here, not 'down there."

I laughed and asked, "Do you want me to smell your crotch to see if there are any offensive odors."

She said, "You wouldn't know what to sniff for."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're not used to smelling women's private areas, are you?"

I laughed at the inference. "I certainly could tell if there was anything offensive."

She said, "You don't know what men like or don't like."

I had to admit, "Well, I guess you're right. I'm amazed that James (my husband) likes the smell and taste of my pussy. It's difficult to understand why men like some of the things they do. I mean, wanting someone to sit on your face sounds pretty gross, but guys like it." I laughed at the very unusual direction of our conversation.

"See." Jen said, "You wouldn't know what smells good and what doesn't."

"This is ridiculous." I moved over and sat beside her on the couch and bent my head to about her chest and sniffed. "I don't smell anything but your perfume."

We were both laughing. She said, "If you can't smell my pussy, how do you know it doesn't smell bad."

I leaned closer, putting my head at her waist and couldn't smell anything different.

She said, "I'm just so worried that Ray doesn't find me attractive anymore."

"That's ridiculous. I see the way he looks at you." I was trying to make her feel good. I hadn't really paid attention to how much Ray was focused on his wife.

She asked, "Does James still, you know, do it to you?"

I knew what she was asking and gave her an honest answer. "Well yes. He does,"

"Do you force him?"

"Oh no. He goes down there quite willingly. It's one of his favorite things."

She said, "Your pussy must smell nice." She laughed.

"He seems to like it." I added. "I smell myself on his face when he moves up and finishes. It's disgusting, but he likes it and that's all that counts."

"See." She said. "Maybe he's offended."

I was incredulous. "I've never heard of a man who was offended by the smell of pussy."

Jen said, "As far as I know, the only pussy Ray has ever smelled is mine."

"Well, James claims to be an expert. He's gone down on quite a few women."

Jen barely knew James. We didn't socialize with our husbands. James is a fast-food franchise owner while Ray is an investment advisor. They don't have anything in common and we have never socialized. I had met Ray, but that's all.

She giggled and asked me, "How many women has James been with? Ray has only been with me."

I told her, "Well before he married his first wife, we slept with a number of chippies and after he dumped that bitch, he screwed a number of sluts before he met me."

She laughed and said, "And you weren't a slut?"

"Well, I held out for a couple of weeks before he got me in bed." Jen already knew about my love life and how I had fallen for James. Since he was 'experienced' I felt pressured to let him screw me and he did pretty quickly.

Jen said, "I'll bet he's an expert on how pussies smell."

I asked her, in jest, "Would you like him to give you an opinion on how your pussy smells?"

She laughed and said, "It would be like wine tasting. He could describe the subtleties of my scent and taste."

I laughed too.

"I'm embarrassed to ask you about this." Jen said.

"Oh, don't be. We've known each other for a long time. We've seen each other naked and don't have any secrets."

She hemmed a bit, then asked, "Would you, you know, check closer."

I realized that she wanted me to get closer to her pussy to smell it. I'd never been with a woman and was no expert of feminine odors, but Jen was my friend, so I laughed and agreed. "Sure, how do you want to do it?"

My friend leaned back on the couch. I took the hint and put my face down toward her crotch, a foot away from her pussy. I couldn't sense anything with my nose and told her. She sighed, frustrated at not getting a definitive answer.

"Okay." I said. "Take off your shorts."

"Why?"

"I'll give you the sniff test."

"Really? I can't ask you to do that."

I said, "Come on Jen. Just do it and we'll answer the question."

She lifted her butt and slid her shorts off her hips. I pulled them down her legs and off her feet along with her shoes. We each took another drink of wine. I wondered if the wine would disturb my sense of smell.

I put my head into her crotch and sniffed. My nose was just a few inches from her pussy. I looked at her and then put my hands on the waist-band of her panties. She lifted her hips and I pulled the tiny silk garment down her hips, past her knees and off her feet. I laughed and casually tossed her panties across the room.

"I've never don't this before." I said.

"Me neither. Thank you."

"I didn't know you shaved you pussy." I said, seeing her dark red features with all the folds and crevasses.

"I thought the hair might collect odors, so I shaved my bush a few weeks ago."

I put my nose a few inches away from her most intimate features and caught her scent. I inhaled the scent. Her smell was unique, but not unpleasant. Not being an experienced cunnilinger, I didn't have any basis for comparison. Her vivid pink flesh was glistening with moisture. I put a finger in her folds and collected some of her nectar. I smelled it and had a better sense of her fragrance. I shouldn't have been surprised that she seemed to be aroused when I touched her clitoris. I was fascinated by the features of her crotch. I had never looked closely at a woman's anatomy. I couldn't see myself and had never explored another woman. I continued to examine my friend's most secret features. I touched the different part of her vulva. When I slid a finger into her vagina, Jen gasped.

I looked up and she said, "That feels good. Don't stop."

I licked my finger to taste her, but the lingering odor of my lunch sandwich on my hand mingled with Jen's odors. I decided to sample her directly. I put my tongue on her slit and tasted her. She slid down lower, moving her hips toward me, inviting me to continue. I licked her again. For some reason, I was fascinated by her taste, so I put my tongue in her vagina and swallowed her juices directly from the source. It was a unique taste. More importantly, I liked the way she was responding and the idea of having such intimate contact with a woman for the first time.

We had moved beyond taste and scent. Jen pulled my head into her crotch and said, "Don't stop. I love having my pussy eaten."

It dawned on me that I was actually eating another woman's pussy, something I had never done before. It took us back to the origin of our conversation about her not having her pussy eaten often enough. She tasted wonderful, succulent, exotic. The more I tasted her, the more she her nectar leaked onto my face. I became more eager, vigorously licking her pussy from one end to the other. When her thighs pressed together around my head, I knew she was close to coming. Never having done this before, I wanted to make my friend feel good. I was enjoying making her come on my face, pouring her juices into my mouth. She jerked and gasped. I knew all the signs of an orgasm. I kept at her, sucking her little sex-button into my mouth and licking her tender slit. She bucked and jerked for a while and then began to calm down. I moved back, taking another look at her naked pussy. Her lips were swollen and red and she was glistening with her cum coating her private parts.

I sat back and said, "Gosh. I've never done anything like that before."

She said, "You were fantastic, better than Ray has ever been. Where did you learn to do that."

I said, "I didn't learn it. I guess I just remembered some of the things James has done to me."

"He must be fantastic."

"He is."

"Maybe someday I can try him." My friend said it and I just laughed at her comment.

Returning to the initial purpose of my visit to my friend's crotch, I said, "Your pussy tastes and smells good to me. I'm no expert, but you are delicious."

She laughed and said, "I wish James could teach Ray some of his tricks."

I just laughed and she said it again, "Really, would you let him do that?"

She was serious. I looked at her and pondered her request.

I called her bluff and said, "Perhaps he could. Maybe he could give you an expert opinion on how your cunt tastes." I seldom used the word cunt, but it seemed appropriate for the occasion.

"Maybe I should do something for you." Jen suggested. She was offering to eat my pussy or something. I was surprised and a bit afraid of the direction of the conversation.

I laughed and said, "Maybe next time." I wouldn't have minded, but I was too scared to do anything else.

We were having iced-tea in the kitchen a bit later. She was till flummoxed at her husband's reluctance to eat that delicious pussy of hers.

"You were really good at eating my pussy." She laughed. "Does James go down on you often." Then she apologized for the personal comment. "I'm sorry to get so personal."

I laughed nervously and said, "Don't worry about it. We're friends." I answered her question. "James and I have a thing where we alternate who goes down on who. We do it about once a week each way."

Jen said, "Really, I don't go down on Ray."

"Why not?"

She was embarrassed, but said, "He's too big. I can only fit the tip of his dick in my mouth. I don't think I'm very good and he doesn't seem to enjoy it much."

I sensed that her reluctance and his not enjoying it were related, but wondered about her comment on the size of her husband's prick. "Is he that big? Can you deep-throat him?"

She asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Can you deep throat him?"

She looked at me, oblivious to what I was talking about.

I asked, "You don't know how to deep-throat a cock? Haven't you ever watched the movie Deep Throat where the porn actress sucks a huge cock down her throat?"

Jen had never heard of it and didn't know how to properly suck a cock.

I said, "Maybe if you sucked his cock, he'd return the favor."

Jen said, "You think so?"

"It's worth a try."

"But how do I learn to deep throat a cock?"

Oh boy! There were many possible responses that I could've given. I changed the subject.

That evening after I had pounced on my husband and made him eat me then fuck me, we were in bed, getting ready to turn off the lights.

He asked, "You were a tigress tonight. What got into you?"

"Are you complaining?"

"Not at all. I was just wondering if I did something to make you want it so badly."

I told him. "I sucked my first pussy today."

He sat up, alert, wanting to hear more. I told him how my friend Jen thought her pussy smelled bad so I ended-up with my nose in her pussy. "I found myself licking her vulva and really enjoyed it. I got her off."

He looked at me with a big grin on his face. "Wow. I'm impressed."

"You're not angry or jealous?"

"Why would I get jealous of you and another woman? Did you like eating her?"

"It was fantastic. You men try to keep us girls apart so we don't know how much fun it is to eat a pussy."

He laughed. "Now I'm worried that you may become a dyke."

I said, "Don't worry about that. I like your cock too much."

I continued, "She's still not sure that her pussy doesn't stink. She thinks it might be why her husband doesn't go down on her."

"How did she taste?"

"Delicious, but I'm not an expert like you are."

He said, "It pisses you off that I've eaten other women's cunts before I met you."

"Well, your experience can be of use. Since you are an expert, we talked about you licking Jen's pussy and telling her whether she tastes good or not." I wanted to see his reaction.

He said, "I'm not just an expert, I'm a connoisseur."

I laughed but wanted to know, "How many pussies have you eaten?"

He thought for a moment and said, "I think its eleven or twelve."

I was incredulous. "You don't even remember how many?"

He said, "I lost count and it didn't matter once I met you and ate your cunt. It's the best I've ever tasted. I forgot about all the others."

I said, "You're obviously bullshitting me. It would be a critical error to tell your wife that her pussy isn't the best you've ever eaten."

He said, "Honestly Peg, you're the best." Then he asked, "Are you serious that she wants me to eat her quim and tell her if she tastes and smells good?"

"Yes."

He thought for a moment and said, "What about her husband? I don't think he'll be okay with some other dude sucking on his wife's snatch."

I said, "Jen and I talked about that and decided that I would do something special for her husband Ray, to even things out."

He was not okay with that. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, Jen says Ray has a big cock. I'd like to see it and thought I could suck it for him. She doesn't know how to suck a cock into her throat so I said I'd tell her and we could practice on you, then her husband."

James looked at me, pondering what I'd proposed. "Are you serious?"

I said, "Should I be?"

He thought a bit, mulling over the possibilities. "I'd kind-of like to see you suck another guy's dick. We've imagined you doing it. I might want to watch you, particularly if it's a big prick."

I laughed at his perverse imagination. "You want to see some guy with a big cock stuff it down my throat? I'd slobber all over it and suck it like a cock-starved whore."

We were both aroused again, so my hubby fucked me again before we went to sleep.

I set it up separately with Jen and James. Jen and I had lunch at our house and James took the afternoon off. We had already eaten when he returned home. Neither was expecting the other. We settled in to a nice conversation. I was nervous, a bit afraid to migrate to the subject of cunnilingus, but impatient about getting things started.

"Hi, ladies. What are you talking about?"

I finally just said, "Jen thinks her pussy might smell bad."

She was embarrassed. I said, "I told James about our conversation last week."

She blushed and asked, "Did you tell him how you formed your own opinion?"

"I did, but told him you weren't convinced."

She said, "Well, you said you had no prior experience so how could I rely on your opinion?"

I got to the point, "Well my husband claims to be an expert. Perhaps you'd like his opinion?"

She laughed. "My, aren't we getting friendly. I hardly know Jimmy." He didn't like to be called Jimmy, but I think she could've called him anything if he had a chance at her pussy.

I added, "She also has limited experience in the oral arena herself."

Jen said, "You are embarrassing me."

James said, "Don't be. There's no need to be embarrassed about having limited experience."

I teased him, "James has had plenty of experience, haven't you, dear?"

He said, "Well, I had to search far and wide until I found someone as wonderful as you."

The bullshit meter hit ten with that remark.

I decided to just get on with it, rather than beating-around-the-bush.

Jen and I were sitting at the kitchen table and James was standing. I motioned him over to me. Without any preliminaries, I unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It dangled in front of him, gradually increasing in size. He was getting hard. I pulled his pants to his knees.

I looked at my friend and said, "This is how you suck a cock."

I took my husband's familiar tool into my mouth and pressed my lips against his cock-flesh. I demonstrated a number of techniques. I took the mushroom-shaped head in my mouth and closed my lips around it. When I pulled my head back, the cock sprung free of my mouth and made a popping sound. I licked the underside of my man's dick, demonstrating the sensitive parts. She already knew them, but James enjoyed being the model for my demonstration. I licked his balls. Some liquid appeared on the tip of his dick.

I had her move beside me and put her tongue inside the little hole at the end of the cock and taste his precum. Then, I instructed her on relaxing her throat. I demonstrated by taking my husband's prick in my throat. It took a few tries; it went deeper and deeper into my throat with each cycle. Finally, I had James' entire phallus buried in my throat. His curly pubic hair tickled my nose. I couldn't breathe with his prick completely filling my windpipe. I let out a loud gasp when I finally let his shiny, saliva covered prick spring free.

Now it was Jen's turn. I was amazed at what was happening. I was instructing my best friend on how to suck my husband's cock. It was really naughty and both Jen and I were enjoying ourselves, laughing and making jokes about giving blow jobs and such. Of course, James was loving the attention. She worked at it. She had been practicing with bananas and had the right idea. She kept gagging on James' prick, but was doing better and better until she finally did it. Her mouth was pressed into my husband pelvis. His cock wasn't visible; it was fully lodged in her gullet. Once she had achieved her goal, she didn't stop. She wanted my husband to come in her mouth. After a few minutes, he did. He held her head and I watched him empty his prick into another woman's mouth. Rather than being jealous, I was aroused. I love it when James comes. Seeing him do it in a different scenario was erotic and watching his semen drip from my friend's mouth was really naughty. I loved it.

"How does he taste?" I asked.

Jen said, "About the same as Ray. I'm not a connoisseur of cum."

"Well, maybe you need a new hobby." I joked. Then I said to my husband, "Jen worries that her pussy might stink. Could you give her your opinion?"

James said, 'Well after that fabulous blow-job, I owe her a favor, so sure."

I laughed at that. "You're going to eat her pussy as a favor to her. Isn't that nice of you."

He nodded. Jen was agreeable.

So, next came the main event. James was going to eat Jen's pussy and give her an assessment. We went into our bedroom.