Chapter 2

When Trev joined us he just said, “I wanted to repay you so I asked Jenni and Garth to help you out.” I knew exactly what he was repaying me for, but what did Jenni and Garth know? I must’ve turned beet red.

Jenni started the conversation off, “It’s been a long cramped flight for us, Keno. Why don’t you rub my shoulders for me?” She pointed to her shoulder as if I didn’t know where one was.

Standing in front of where she sat on the couch I leaned across her body, stretching to reach her shoulders and massage them.

Jenni glanced at her boyfriend. Then she commanded me while lifting her arm, “Smell me here.” I stared at the place where her T-shirt covered her pit. What the fuck had Trev told her? Don’t get me wrong, the idea sounded enthralling, but Garth was right there. “Come on Keno.” She sounded annoyed, “Just do it.”

I placed my nose in her hollow, inhaling covertly. It didn’t really smell like anything, except possibly deodorant. Maybe there was a suggestion of musk. But what really rocked my boat was that her huge boob fell against the side of my face knocking my glasses askew. Garth did nothing, but Jenni started to push my head lower and my dick swelled in the confines of her catsuit.

I was sad when she pushed me right past her glorious jiggling jugs, but now I was headed towards her cunt. An actual living cunt!

She held my face right there with the seam of her rough jeans scratching my nose. I had to pause briefly to remove my glasses – the bane of being a nerd. But back in her crotch, I could unquestionably smell a hint of a tangible cunt right through her day old clothes. I was ecstatic!

Just when I was brave enough to be obvious about nuzzling in there, she pushed me lower to her knees. There was nothing to smell there so I took a chance and kissed one. Garth did nothing. Remembering when Trev and I spied on the two of them I felt privileged to give Jenny some sexual warm up, odd as it was that she liked her knees kissed. How far would she let me go? Would today be the day I lost my virginity?

Jenni leaned over and whispered something to Garth but he just shrugged. The girl of my masturbatory fantasies kicked off her well worn gym shoes. Tumbling to the floor, the old shoes virtually steamed from her summer day’s travel. She then rubbed her toes up my inseam, saying, “I can see you’re enjoying yourself. Time to knock it up a notch.”

Just when I was going to return to breathing in her cunt’s emissions she spread her knees and lifted both legs up to stroke my face with her offensive dingy white crew sox. This time her words were more embarrassing than ever, “We heard you like smelly things…and the flight was so long… would you be a dear and remove my sox? They’re so uncomfortable.”

I hooked my thumb under the overstretched elastic of one, but she fussed, “Oh, Keno, show us what you’re about – use your teeth.”

I had no qualms or self-dignity holding me back from doing in front of the guys, what I wanted to do anyway. I held her foot suspended with my fingers under her calves as I grasped the rims of the humid socks with my teeth, peeling them off her sweaty dogs.

I let her rub her sticky bare feet all over my face, and it thrilled me to no end, even as tiny specks of spongy sock lint clung to her feet or my beard stubble. From behind me I heard the forgotten Trevor ask, “Are they stinky?” He sounded like someone who’d just watched you open a gift and was hoping he’d picked out something good.

What could I say? They were incredibly stinky, and I loved them to the moon. With kisses, licks, and moans I showed the three of them just how much I liked Jenni’s feet. Trev sure was a good friend to set this up.

I won’t go into the details but Jenni had me do all sorts of unthinkable gustatory things to her feet. All the while she was berating Garth, telling him that I was better than him because I loved her rank tootsies while he did not. For me it was a first to be considered better than a jock.

I had plenty of time to think about just what Trev could have said to his sister. Knowing him

he would have just said something like “Ken likes smelly things. How about letting him smell your feet.” He would have been boorish and blunt and it wouldn’t have been quite accurate. I didn’t just like smelly things: I liked things that were infused with feminine essentiality. Yet I owed him big time.

I pictured Garth smirking at me while she humiliated me and made me do the things he was too prideful to do. But I didn’t care because sucking her cheesy toes was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Finally, a real woman was engaging in sexual activity with me.

After a while I noticed that there was no femininity left. Sadly, I had apparently imbibed it all.

Pulling the end of her now slick foot from my mouth she placed it squarely on my face and pushed me off. I fell to the floor, then went to the chair she indicated with her eyes.

She sounded so sexy after letting me have a good time with her feet. “Ok, Garth, he’s got me ready for you.

Garth jumped up and grabbed her pant legs while she unbuttoned them. Together the two of them stripped off her jeans in a frenzy.

Apparently Garth’s pants had been gone for a long time now and his cock waved proudly. It wasn’t as nice as Trev’s, and it looked clean and manicured, but it still looked hot. He knelt on the rug between her spread legs while she scootched to the edge of the couch, displaying a glimpse of fluffy bush to me before Garth got in the way.

“Oh yes!” She wailed. “It’s so much better after I’ve had my special treat. Yes! I’ve needed to be treated like a princess for so long.”

I couldn’t see the stiff log enter her wet cunt but it sounded squishy and it was so much better to watch them fuck from up close as opposed to last time. Meanwhile the incestually wary Trev was watching wide-eyed too, but from all the way across the room.

I started to get up, to give the couple their privacy, but Jenni barked at me to sit still.

For a few short minutes they groaned and rocked noisily on the squeaky couch before Garth’s muscular buns thrust one last time. Perspiring, he slumped exhausted over her body. She wrapped her hands tightly around his back and the two of them didn’t move for quite a few minutes. I stared at the place where their soiled organs would be, picturing the sodden mess in my mind.

When she stirred she spoke to me rather than Garth, “Keno, it’s your turn.” I jumped to my feet, unsnapping the top of the black suit which would need to be rolled down off my body.

“Keno! Hurry. I need someone heroic like you who isn’t turned off by natural smells and tastes. I need your lips right now.” No one had ever thought of me as heroic before, and certainly not for my secret obsession.

Forgetting about removing the costume I crawled over, arriving a moment before they disengaged. Garth grasped both her ankles with one hand, pushing them back and lifting her ass up in the air which caused his wet cock to fall out. Her thighs framed her beautifully raunchy hairy cunt, displaying the upturned contaminated opening to my virgin eyes. Porn couldn’t ever do justice to the gaping, inviting, abominable chaos that is a freshly fucked cunt.

Garth sat back down on the couch continuing to hold her legs back. “Keno,” she pleaded, “I want you to lick me clean.”

I needed to smell the area first, so placing one hand on each thick thigh, I approached to within an inch, sniffing passionately. Trev called out, “How’s the aroma? Is it bad?”

I answered back, “It’s amazing! And yes, it’s bad. Perfectly bad.” I pondered the gruesome wreckage Garth left for me, “It smells of sex. Don’t you smell it even from there? I bet the whole room smells of sweaty sex.”

I dove in recklessly. The first thing I wanted to do was rub her dense bushy fur on my face. The long unruly brown hair was matted and glistening with droplets of sex juice strewn here and there. Rubbing it all over my face I transferred their musky medley from her to me.

As horridly great as it was, it was time to move on to her cunt before she changed her mind. Any girl who’d ever shown any remote interest in me had always changed her mind.

I eyed the whole messy raw area delighting in the real life view of an actual cunt in the flesh. The corrupted organ was beaten and swollen and fantastically mucky given how Garth had left it filled with his squalid spunk.

I don’t think he planned it, but I heard Trev whispering to himself behind me, “Will he do it?”

I answered back anyway, “Fuckin’ right I will!”

Lickety-split I stuck my tongue in Jenni’s sloppy hole, trying to reach as far inside as I could to get to the icky cunt-infused cum I knew was there.

I licked her labia and sucked her cunt fervidly doing my best to coax as much slime as I could out from her awesomely revolting cunt.

And I was rewarded beyond my wildest dreams. I’d imagined my first sexual act was going to be some pretty straight forward coitus – but this slovenly cunt loving was so much better. If I never got laid, but always got to immerse myself in the gross geography of a used cunt I’d be totally content.

There was plenty of Garth’s disgusting cum flowing out to make me a happy dude. I thought of this experience as eating cunt flavored cum rather than as eating a cum flavored cunt. Though I didn’t really care if the glass were half empty versus half full.

By the time I sucked out and swallowed all his goo Jenny was humping wildly at my mouth and I switched to bringing her off. She had, I think, two orgasms, riding my face, but since I’d never seen a woman have one before I wasn’t quite sure.

During her afterglow I tenderly dabbed here and there hoping to discover any residual liquids, odors, or grimy sights, but alas it was all gone.

I sat back on my heels satisfied with the work I’d done and I was certain that I’d made Jenni and Garth’s fuck better than ever. Laying back Jenni sighed, “Oh Keno, one more thing…”

She put her arm around Garth’s shoulders, cuddling up next to him with one leg thrown up over one of his. Then she lifted his drooping sausage, giving it a shake and showing the shiney cunt-slicked shaft to me. Her intent was clear.

Merrily, I scootched over between Garth’s knees anticipating my first cunt soaked cock. It was sorely disappointing that it didn’t smell cunty or even cummy. But fortunately his balls were ripe and ready. Immediately I lapped at his nuts, breathing in deeply. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better Jenni introduced something new into the equation, she bitch slapped me with Garth’s soft log smearing my forehead with moist streaks. “Come on cunnist. Do it.” And now I knew that Trev had told her everything.

The joy of abuse was pivotal. How had I never fantasized about being degraded before? It was a natural progression from lapping a spunky filthy cunt or the cock that had fucked it.

Garth had no more bubbly goo to give me but was content for me to suckle at his scummy font for a long while.

When the two of them were done with me I abandoned my dream of losing my virginity, but redoubled my unquenchable desire to mouth the most fetid sexual nastiness I could find.

A small squeeky voice reached out to me from far away, “Was it everything you wanted?”

I turned to Trev beaming, “And more!”

The trio kept me around for the week that Jenni was home, allowing me to immerse myself in their bodily discharges. I felt like the luckiest nerd on Earth. And when Jenni did finally sit on my cock, riding me up and down with her hands on my knees, the part that was better than losing my virginity was when she told me repeatedly to rub my finger on her musty ass and lick it clean.

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