David's Place

When David put the stranger's black dick, which had been shoved repeatedly against his wife's colon for the past five minutes into his mouth, he wasn't prepared for the taste. The flavor of her asshole was strong, much stronger than he had anticipated. It tasted earthy, gamey, bitter... almost sour. If that wasn't enough, David's nostrils were assailed with the thick, potent smell of his wife's anus. He was surprised that the odor was not the same as shit. Not exactly. It was a heady aroma that consisted of a combination of scents: anal gland oils, the salty warmth of ass sweat, the faint sulphureous remnants of her expelled gas, wafts of her leaking pussy, and yes, underneath it all was the unmistakable stench of shit. And that was only what she contributed. The black man provided his own unique scents and flavors, too. Like a fingerprint, each black man's crotch odor was subtly unique, despite the undercurrent of sweat and cum. And piss. Some men had more or less than others. He had gotten so good over the years, that he could tell which bull was fucking his wife just from the scent or taste alone. And, of course, his wife had lost his scent completely and now smelled faintly of all her black men in addition to her own natural smell.

But, despite all that, he couldn't get enough. David licked on and on, coating that black cock with his saliva and lovingly taking his wife's dirty anal essence into his hungry cuck mouth and into his being. Surprising even himself, David felt comfortable down there, beneath the black men's malodorous cocks and balls, beneath his wife's messy, heaving holes. Almost like he was meant to do this raunchy act all his life. However, he didn't want to forget to help clean her out better next time, so her scent and flavor was milder. As he licked over and over that veiny dark shaft, content where he was. And on and on into the evening...