Smell It!
by Oryan

“Smell it first, you disgusting pervert!” Brooke Hill commanded at me while she wiggled her bare ass in front of my face. After she busted me for sniffing her panties, this was my punishment; and it was a rather smelly one at that. Brooke spread her tan ass cheeks open to reveal a small, round, wrinkly, and brown asshole. The strong stench it gave off was carried through the air and right into my nostrils; it smelled of feces and rancid farts. The stench was almost unbearable and it made my eyes water and tears spilled onto my cheeks. I just prayed it wouldn’t last long.
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I went over to Brooke’s house to work on our science fair project that was due at the end of January. Her and I were assigned partners and since we were already good friends, she agreed for me to come over so we can work on it. The project consisted of using caffeine to see how it would affect the growth pattern of plants. When we first got our project, she told me that her house would be a great spot to grow plants since she had a little garden right behind her house that was almost empty. I gathered up the supplies: the pots, the seeds, and the caffeine, and then went over to her house.
I knocked on her front door and shivered. It was early October so it was the best chance we had at growing plants, but it was chilly nonetheless. I wore my standard blue hoodie and basketball shorts, and I even sprayed on some of my Calvin Klein cologne to give me that crisp man-musk scent. The door opened and Brooke stood there with a smile. She wore tight black leggings and a white sweater with a black vest over it. Her dark brown hair was up in a messy bun and her makeup was absent from her face, as usual. Brooke waved to me and gestured me inside.
“Did you get what we needed?” she asked.
I nodded and held up the bag with all of the supplied. “Sure did, at least I think.”
She smiled and shook her head and started up a flight of stairs. “Here, come up to my room and we can figure out what we’re gonna do. My mom just left to the store a few minutes ago and my sister is at work so we can work in peace.”
I nodded again and followed behind her. She was a couple stairs ahead of me so my face was directly behind her butt which, thanks to her leggings, looked great. Her pants were good at showing off the curves of each of her butt cheeks and really emphasised her butt crack. If Brooke and I were together, my hands would have been all over it, but fantasies were only fantasies.
We sat down on Brooke’s bed and I laid out the materials so she could see what we were working with.
She picked up the pots, looked them over, and set them down. “There’s only six pots, you sure that’s enough?”
“It should be. I only brought three kinds of seeds so I figured we can do two of each in each pot, then put caffeine in half of the plants. I think it will work just fine.”
Brooke nodded, “If you say so. You’re the brains in this operation, right?”
I shrugged and laughed. “Well, yeah I am. I’m working with you, dumbass,” then I grew into a fit of laughter.
Brooke’s mouth gaped and then she lightly punched my shoulder, “That’s not nice!” she said, holding in her own laughter.
I waved my hand back and forth, “Yeah yeah, whatever.”
I started to pack everything back into my bags until I heard Brooke’s stomach make a loud rumbling sound. “Someone’s hungry,” I said with a smirk.
Brooke shook her head, “No, it’s not that. I have to go to the little girl’s room real quick. Don’t touch anything while I’m gone, okay?”
“Okay, jeez. You don’t have to take the fun out of everything.” Brooke got up and started to leave the room. “Don’t fall in,” I added.
Brooke turned around and gave me the middle finger with a big smile on her face before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. I figured Brooke would be a while so I stood up and went over to her large dresser. On top of it were framed pictures of her and her family members. I took one down and examined it. It was a fairly recent picture, probably from over the summer, of Brooke and her sister Jordan in bikinis. I stared at Brooke’s long legs (which were very tan in the picture) and I could feel myself starting to get turned on. At the same time, I realized I had the perfect opportunity to get a whiff of Brooke’s underwear drawer. I set the photo down and opened up the top drawer, which was full of shirts. I gently closed it and moved down to the next drawer, which was full of bras.
Okay, getting closer, I thought to myself as I closed the second drawer. I opened up the third drawer, hopeful as ever, and was met with jeans and leggings. I chuckled silently to myself and closed the drawer, my hard on now raging with anticipation. I opened up the fourth and final drawer and hit the jackpot: all of Brooke’s panties. Some were bright pink, others were pitch black, and a lot were everything in between. The pair that really caught my eyes, though, was a maroon thong. I picked it up and brought to my nose. I took a sniff and immediately knew it hadn’t been washed in a long time. It didn’t smell like anything in particular, but it had a potency that I could feel being carried through the rest of my body. Before I knew it, I had the front of my pants pulled down with my cock in my hand. I kept inhaling the fragrance of the panties as I stroked my cock in long and slow strokes. I was soon wrapped in a blanket of pleasure that made me moan aloud
“Ah, fuck yes. That’s it, Brooke,” I moaned to myself as I came, showering the rest of Brooke’s underwear drawer with ropes and globs of cum.
As I stroked the last shot of cum out of me, I heard Brooke from behind me say, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I dropped the thong on the floor and quickly pulled up my pants, even though a bulge was still there, and turned to face Brooke. “Oh, h-hey, Brooke. I didn’t hear you come in…” my voice trailed off as my face grew red.
Brooke stomped over to me and picked up the panties from the floor. “This is my underwear, correct?”
I nodded and bowed my head in shame.
“And all of this,” she pointed at the cum that covered all her other panties, “is your cum, correct?”
I nodded once more, too embarrassed to make eye contact.
“So, let me get this straight. I invite you to my house, and then you walk in here and get your cum all over my panties. How fucked up is that? Would you like it if I came over to your house and… I don’t know, farted on all your clothes? Then you’ll be stuck smelling like farts until you wash all of them, correct?”
I nodded again, now with my bulge growing bigger.
“You can’t just do that, you know? Now I have to wash my entire underwear drawer, thanks to you. Do you really think I want to do that?”
“N-no…” I whimper.
“But now I have to, all because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants for more than five minutes while I went to the bathroom. And you know what? I think I have a way to punish you for what you did. Get down on your knees, right now.”
I was too scared to try and argue, so I dropped down on my knees. Before I knew it, Brooke shoved her ass in my face and farted a long and bubbly fart.
FRRRRRPPPPPTTT!
The smell it carried was horrendous and almost made me gag. I started coughing and I asked Brooke, “Why would you do that? That’s disgusting!”
Brooke giggled, “Remember what I said about smelling like farts? Well, I think you deserve that for jerking off onto my underwear.” Brooke rubbed her belly. “But that’s not all I have planned for you. You think that smells bad? Wait until you get a taste of it.”
And that was when Brooke pulled down her leggings and bent over in front of my face.
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My short silent prayer to myself wasn’t answered, because the punishment lasted what felt like hours. After a long hesitation with me not doing anything, Brooke grabbed hold of my head and shoved it into her ass crack. My nostrils were right against the smelliest part of Brooke’s body and there was nothing I could do but inhale the stench. Up close, it reeked even worse. The scent of feces was even stronger now, especially since Brooke had just gotten back from the bathroom. Tears were streaming down my face and I kept gagging, but not allowing myself to vomit.
“Oh, what’s wrong? My butthole smell too bad for you?” I heard Brooke sniff the air, “Oh, fuck! I can smell that from here. I almost feel bad for you,” she said with a giggle.
I wasn’t going to say it to her, but smelling Brooke’s ass was turning me on. Even though I was gagging and trying to hold back my lunch, there was something so sexy about sniffing a hot girl’s ass. It was so taboo to the point where it didn’t feel real.
A loud gurgle came from Brooke’s stomach before she said, “Oh, baby, I have another fart coming just for you. Stick out your tongue, you perv, you’re gonna taste it all!” Brooke spread her ass open as wide as it would go before an airy fart escaped her ass with a hissing sound.
PPPHHHHSSSSSSSSSsss!
The fart coated my taste buds and made all of them at once wish they weren’t there. The taste was god-awful. It was too unbearable that I hurried over to the nearby trash can and threw up everything that was in my stomach, but even then the taste of Brooke’s ass gas was still there. Through all that, though, my cock was still throbbing.
I wiped my mouth and slowly moved back behind Brooke’s ass to continue with my punishment.
Brooke stood there, giggling to herself. “Wow. I knew my farts were bad but not that bad. Well, I think I’m all out of farts for you, unfortunately. But you still have a working tongue. I want you to clean my ass with your tongue like toilet paper. Just try not to think about all the shit that comes out of it,” Brooke giggled even harder before bending over even more and spreading her ass open. I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue before pressing it against her asshole. I could feel the hole tense up as I started to glide the surface of my tongue all the way up her ass crack. Luckily, there wasn’t a taste like I was expecting, which made the experience a little more pleasant. It wasn’t long before I was running circles around Brooke’s asshole with my tongue. Her asshole kept opening and closing, almost like it was trying to say something. I almost didn’t hear Brooke moaning with pleasure.
“Oh, yeah, just like that, you panty-sniffer. Lick that little asshole,” Brooke said before moaning loudly. That encouraged me to lick her ass harder and faster, making sure to not miss any bit of her sensitive little hole.
I tried to muffle it the best I could, but I couldn’t help but moan out loud. My cock was rock hard and it kept throbbing, just begging to be free and to be played with. After I moaned, Brooke stood straight up and turned around before pulling up her leggings.
“Oh, is someone enjoying themselves, huh? Stand up and let me see your dick.”
I followed Brooke’s order and stood up, allowing her to see the hard on that was protruding from my shorts.
Brooke eyed me up and down and scoffed. “Ugh, you are fucking disgusting! First you jerk off in my panties, now you get turned on from sniffing my ass? You should be ashamed of yourself,” she paused. “Take your dick out and start stroking it for me.”
“Um... w-what?” I stuttered.
“You heard me. I want to see you jerk that pathetic dick off.”
I hesitantly pulled down the front of my shorts and let my cock spring out. A drop of cum still rested on the tip of it from before, which soon dripped onto the floor. With Brooke staring at me with her hands on her hips, I started to stroke myself slowly, not really picking up any speed.
“Oh, you can go faster than that, pervert. Go on, faster!” Brooke almost shouted at me.
I gulped and started going faster. Part of me just wanted to finish and get this humiliation over with, but the other part of me was starting to give into the pleasure and liked having a girl watch me masturbate. Brooke came over to me and pulled my shorts the rest of the way down to my ankles, which I then stepped out of and kicked to the side. Brooke dropped on her knees and placed her hand on my cock.
“Let me do it for you, since you don’t know how to do it yourself.” She began to jerk me off violently, not slowing down for anything.
I could feel orgasm approaching and I said between moans, “Brooke, I’m gonna c-cum. Don’t stop, please.” Brooke bit her lip and smiled before going faster than before. She started to to put a little twist in her strokes which propelled me to orgasm. I moaned and began to shoot out ropes and ropes of cum, with almost all of it landing on the floor and its whiteness shining in the light. Brooke let go of my cock and stood up to admire the product of my orgasm.
“Jesus fucking Christ, did my ass really turn you on that much, you fucking pervert?” She scooped up a glob of cum with her finger and slowly licked it off, making sure to cover every inch of her tongue with it. She then pulled my close to her and whispered in my ear, “Now get the fuck out of my house before I decide that you need more punishment,” she then lightly slapped my bare ass and gently pushed me towards to door. Me, still trying to get over the shockwave of orgasm, didn’t even think to grab my shorts. It wasn’t until Brooke threw them at me that I remembered to slide them back on and walk out the door.
When I walked outside I sniffed the air and the odor of Brooke’s farts stuck with me, almost like deodorant (how ironic). I adjusted my shorts and started home, trying to process what just took place at what I thought was my friend’s house.