*The taste (touch), the smell (feel) of...

MJ knelt as instructed, back facing the tree, slim athletic calves curled beneath her succulent thighs, hands laying on top. Her back was bent forward, slightly twisted to the right, head tilted up. She had let him lead her there and without a sound followed his silent tugs and pushes as she got exactly in the position he wanted. Her jacket once more thrown on the ground, her sports bra on top of it. She was bare from the waist up. The breeze was cool under the shade but Mary Jane Watson was dripping in sweat. She looked feverish, her nipples rock hard after following Nick’s instructions.

Nick moved to stand over her, putting both his arms up to lean against the smooth bark of the tree, his head resting on his fat forearms. Perfectly angled as he shifted his hips forward to see her face. His gut hung above her, obscuring the faint sunlight making it through the foliage above from reaching even an inch of her body as he stood. Occasionally a drop of sweat would roll from either his face, or his naked belly onto MJ’s back. As he widened his legs, MJ realized exactly how she was positioned. Reaching down with one hand, Nick grabbed his five-inch soft cock and lay it next to her nose, over her left eye, so his scrotum was resting on her upturned lips. Giving a wicked grin of satisfaction as he shifted his phone and took a dozen pictures in quick succession, close up and wide angle. He was not the photographer Peter was, but he was good enough to capture Mary Jane in all her depravity.

From his angle, the camera caught her eyes gazing up in excited anticipation as his cock hardened slightly and twitched against her face. She could tell how excited he was getting from photographing them together. Capturing their debauchery in posterity.

“That’s it Red now, close your eyes and focus on your nose completely. Smell my baby makers. Take a good whiff. Get your nose in there and smell. Tell me exactly what you smell. Breathe it in.”

“It smells manly, overpowering, musky, it goes straight to the head. It’s completely intoxicating Sir. It also smells sweat and a tad acidic.” MJ said in an almost trance-like voice, Nick could feel her hot breath tickle his balls as she spoke. Feel the inhale of breath when she basked in his smell.

“Good Red, now how do you feel smelling it?”

“I...Your Red feels timid, slightly irritated, radiant, beautiful, safe, Sir.”

“Remember those smells, those feelings. How my smell makes you safe, beautiful and radiant. Why timid, Red?”

“It just smells so manly, so potent, Sir.”

“Good Red, that should make you more timid, more subservient. Why irritated?”

“Your Red thinks because your Red is almost nude, you have your Red on her knees, and you aren’t fully hard. Such a strong man isn’t turned on by your Red, it...is...irritating.”

“My dear Red, we are just getting started. Now keep your eyes closed and taste my balls like you would taste a fine wine. Surely you learned how to taste wine.”

With a smirk, MJ opened her ruby red lips and flicked her tongue out and let it linger on the skin of his plum sized ball sack, right on a small stream of sweat. Her taste buds on the tip of her tongue erupted with an almost sugary flavor. She couldn’t understand how nutsack sweat could taste sweet.

She could taste him more clearly as she brought her tongue back to her mouth and swished the sweat, she savored what remained on her taste buds and could taste the saltiness, then a note of lemon. Finally, she tasted the manliness, a slightly earthy and bitter taste. Eyes still closed, she looked up at where she remembered Nick being and smiled her best smile up at him. Her absolute best.

Nick watched her in awe as the most stunning creature he had ever even imagined tasted his ball sweat and lit up like a Christmas tree when she was done. The photo was worth more than a thousand words, and he had plenty of them now.

“Yummy.” Then she flicked her tongue back out. Slowly feeling her way around his scrotum, using the tip of her soft velvety tongue to learn every nook and cranny of his old balls. Tasting him, feeling the balls warmth, tasting the sweat, smelling the flavor she was growing to love and fear. She moved as little as she could, so she could feel his cock harden on her face. She could feel it radiating heat causing her face to glow red in excitement.

When she felt she had licked the entire ball sack with the tip she changed a few things up. Reaching her face under Nick’s legs a bit more to start at his taint, as she felt Nick’s cock fall off her face, startled, scared and embarrassed she froze tongue reaching out lewdly mid-lick.

Nick noticed her pause and smirked, quickly debating how to play this. Considering how she was acting he decided to mess with her mind a bit.

*lyrics to this song seemed to fit in a twisted sense.