Chapter 18 - Humping with the Homeless

After getting off Ass Bending Island, Korra and Asami had to find a place to hide from Amon’s forces and make a plan. They tried to sneak into the city, but it wasn’t long before they were spotted by Equalists. Forced to run, they dashed into an alley, looking for a place to hide.

“Hey!” said a voice. “Over here!”

They approached a pile of garbage, and realized part of that pile was a man. Korra recognized him as the same homeless person she had jerked off many chapters and many years ago.

“Down here,” he said, showing the way to a manhole.

“Does that lead to the sewer?” Asami asked.

“Sure does,” he said. “Best place to hide out if you’re running from the Equalists.”

They followed him down into the sewer system. The smell wasn’t exactly great, but fortunately, walking behind him masked the smell behind a trail of homeless person air.

The sewer proved to be a vast system of interconnected pipes. Dozens or maybe hundreds of homeless people were using them as a stinky home.

“We’d all love to have you stay,” the homeless guy said. “But you might have noticed it smells kind of bad down here.”

“No kidding,” Asami said, pinching her nose shut.

“Some of that’s sewer smell,” the homeless guy said. “But some of that is, well, we call him Old Smelly.”

“Who’s Old Smelly?” Korra asked.

The homeless guy scratched the back of his head. “Well, he’s one of our own. Got a bit of a problem none of us can help him with.”

“And you want us to help,” Asami said.

“That’s right. Not a requirement or anything. Though we will kick you out,” he said. “Just see what you can do.”

Korra shrugged. How bad could it be?

— — — 

It was pretty bad.

Old Smelly more than lived up to his name. He was big, fat, kind of old, and very, very smelly. Korra and Asami both pinched their noses shut as they stared at the task in front of them. 

“Real sorry bout this now,” Old Smelly said sheepishly as he pulled his ragged pants down. “I do appreciate you being willing to help.”

They both turned away, gagging, when he revealed his dick. The smell was a hundred times worse than it had been before. It completely overwhelmed the sewer smell.

“The sooner we do this, the faster we get out of here,” Asami said nasally. 

“Fine,” Korra muttered. “Worst first date ever.”

“We’re way past that stage.”

They turned around and got a look at the source of Old Smelly’s smell. To whit, it was his dick. And Korra’s wit failed her as she saw his dick in her very near future. It was big, purple, veiny, and it stank like a sewer would if an entire sewer were concentrated into a single, albeit massive, penis.

“Crap,” Asami muttered.

“I’d almost rather get captured by Equalists,” Korra said. “All they would do is rape us endlessly for the rest of our lives.”

“Don’t worry, it don’t bite none,” said Old Smelly from where he lay, a hand on the massive dick in question. “Come ’n give it a li’l lick, girlies.”

They both cringed. Just the way he waved his dick at them sent vapors their way that was enough to make their hands fly to their noses once more.

“Look, you’re the Avatar, right?” said Asami nasally. “Can’t you, you know, take the lead?”

Korra winced. “Only for you.”

“How sweet,” Asami said as the brown-skinned teenager took point in front of Old Smelly, who gave his stinky dick an enthusiastic waggle toward them. Both girls kneeled in front of him, still pinching their noses with one hand each.

“Can’t clean it like that,” said Old Smelly. “Ya won’t be able to tell when Li’l Smelly is clean.”

Was that seriously his nickname for his dick? Before Korra could ask, Old Smelly grabbed her wrist with his free hand and pulled it away from her nose. 

The smell was unbelievable. Korra had smelled some pretty nasty dicks, usually just before tasting them. Some guys just didn’t have much respect for hygiene. But this was like he had never gotten all the cum out of his dick after jerking off, it had congealed, and now his dick was blocked up, keeping so much old, bitter cum stored up inside that it now stank like a teenager’s wastebasket a week after discovering porn. Add to that a pungent aroma that suggested he never washed his cock and balls except with his own urine, and the stench of a life lived in the sewers, plus an untraceable bitter stink that Old Smelly gave off the way an active volcano gave off sulfur.

Still holding her by the wrist, he shifted his other hand off his stinky little friend and grabbed the back of her head by the base of her brown ponytail. Using his grip on her hair, he pulled the Avatar’s head down into her first, but certainly not her last, face full of smelly old dick.

If the smell had been powerful before, now it went off like a bomb inside Korra nose. Years of pent-up semen and the stink of sewer materials drove up her nostrils like a battering ram. Old Smelly blasted her sinuses like a geyser at a national park. Her eyes rolled up as her consciousness struggled to hold on while he used his grip on the base of her ponytail to rub the tip of her pert brown nose against the tip of his cock, depressing the relatively soft, bulbous head a bit with the force.

He dragged Korra’s unresisting head down further, trailing her nostrils down the long shaft of his cock. Her neck was completely limp while her brain struggled to process the smelly assault that was flooding her lungs. He brought her down to his balls and smushed her nose and mouth into his scrotum, his big, round nuts rolling around on her face. Meanwhile, his dick lay over her cheek, covering her eyes and poking over her ear.

Asami could see that Korra was in over her head, and not just because Old Smelly’s dick was literally over her head. The brown-skinned girl was drooling on a fat pair of balls, and not because she was hungry to suck on them. Asami’s fingers were still holding her nose shut, but she was still getting a lot of dickstink, and it was pretty clear that getting a full blast right up the nostrils could shut a girl down.

She crawled forward, still pinching her nose. She couldn’t help Korra deal with the full blast of Old Stinky’s cock and balls, but she could at least try to shoulder some of the burden. 

The heiress to the largest fortune in Republic City bent down over the cock that was laying over her maybe-girlfriend’s face and gave it a lick. It immediately sprung to attention. She licked it again, still closing her nose shut with two graceful, manicured fingers. With her nose pinched shut, it helped to dull the taste as well as the unbearable smell.

That didn’t last for long. He took his hand off Korra’s ponytail, since the Avatar was still in cock-shock and wasn’t going anywhere, and gripped Asami’s wrist just like he had when Korra had tried the same tactic. He pulled her delicate hand away from her face, exposing her nostrils to his ungodly stench.

Asami couldn’t handle it any better than Korra. She slumped and went limp, her face pressing his cock back down onto Korra’s face. Their cheeks where like the bread around a cock sandwich, and Old Smelly had a grand old time rubbing their unresisting faces back and forth on his cock.

Entertaining himself with a pair of teenage faces was one thing, but his dick needed to be cleaned. He dragged the black-haired slut off his dick and slapped his hefty meat all over the big-titted brown-skinned bitch’s face until she came to.

She blinked at him, wincing as his cock continued to rain down on her. Limply, the Avatar started to sag again as the repeated strikes of his cock on her face filled the air she was breathing with even more of his stench. 

“Dumb sluts,” he grumbled. He grabbed a fistful of silky black hair in one hand and a tight brown ponytail in his other. Lumbering to his feet, he dragged the pair delirious whores to their knees in front of him. He put their faces together, cheeks pressed against each other, so he could palm their heads with just one hand holding them both up, and used his other hand to wield his smelly cock like a pool noodle, smacking the Avatar and her friend back and forth with it across their faces. 

After a minute or so of being cockslapped like a pair of whores being disciplined by their pimp, the combination of the force of each blow and the smelling-salt effect of his cockstink was able to shock them both back into alertness. They both blinked muzzily and stared at him, then at each other, each getting to watch the other wince and flinch under the weight of Li’l Smelly coming down hard on their pretty little faces.

“Stick your tongue out,” he ordered the brown-skinned girl with the melon-sized tits. Korra stuck out her tongue obediently, and was rewarded with the worst-tasting cock of her life being shoved inside her mouth. 

Korra wasn’t exactly a virgin when it came to oral sex, but even her throat closed up when the head of the smelliest dick in Republic City tried to push its way inside. She bore the brutal mouthfucking, the back of her tongue pushed up in her mouth to help block his cock from penetrating her throat. She could always wash her mouth out after, but unless she attached a swab to a dick, there wasn’t much she could do to clean the inside of her throat.

This was the first time in the Avatar’s young life that anyone could have accused her of being a cockblock. If Korra was playing goalie for Team Virginity, she would have scored more own goals than most strikers scored actual goals. Her defensive game was weak, but she had a lot of hustle when it came to keeping a dick that smelled worse than an actual sewer from defiling her esophagus.

Old Smelly was getting increasingly frustrated. He let go of Asami and grabbed Korra’s face with both hands, skullfucking her as hard and fast as he could. But the Avatar, for once in her life, held firm, even though it felt like he was bruising her tongue.

The hobo with the dickstink issue pulled his cock out of her mouth and gave her an annoyed slap to the side of her face with it, generating more force than she remembered her own daddy using when she misbehaved, or didn’t swallow. 

Asami had only a panicked moment to say “No—” before the rest of her plea was cut off by the thick cock jamming into her mouth.

Her reaction was the same as that of the other slut in the room: Fuck no. She tried to close up the back of her mouth, but he grabbed her under her chin with one hand and took hold of the back of her head, hair and all, in the other. He pulled her inexorably down on his cock, inching his way toward her throat.

Asami’s eyes were wide with panic and fear. She looked from Old Smelly, hoping to mercy, then to Korra, begging for help. Korra stared back at her. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Asami. There was no denying that the smirking, intelligent, pale-skinned heiress with the raven-black hair and red lips was incredibly alluring. But Korra had always been taught that love was between a woman and as many men as she could fit inside her at one time. Lesbian sex was just something for amusing men, like licking cum off her mother’s face or whatever after all of her uncles had finished nutting on her mother for their sister’s birthday.

Korra didn’t understand the strong feelings that were swirling around inside her, just like she didn’t understand safe sex, safe words, and how to resolve interpersonal conflict without fucking the offended party. But she knew she had to act.

She inched forward on her knees, leaning and rising up so that her face blocked his sight of Asami. Korra hooked her fingers into her own mouth and spread them wide while sticking out her tongue. “Ahhhhhhh,” she said, like she was visiting the doctor. It was also how the doctor usually had her pose.

No man alive could have resisted the sight of the Korra physically begging to have her mouth stuffed with cock, and Old Smelly technically counted as alive despite the way he smelled. He pulled out of the back of Asami’s mouth and slammed his cock once more into the Avatar’s oral fucksleeve.

Despite her best intentions, her tongue rose to block the entrance to her throat once more. She just couldn’t help it. Just the taste of the head of his cock on her tongue made her want to gag harder than when she had been orally fisted by her old mouthbending masters. She knew how disappointed they would be if they could see her failing to let this cock take ownership of her throat. Ashamed though she was by her pathetic performance, she couldn’t control her body’s reflex.

Next to her, Asami leaning over on her hands, trying to cough out the taste of hobo dick in her mouth. A tongue that had grown up tasting only the finest foods had just served as a bath towel for a dick that smelled worse than a sewer.

She dragged her lips across the back of her hand and spat. She looked sideways at where Korra was struggling against a brutal mouthfuck to keep her throat from being speared with cock. Asami, having sat in on many important business meetings, knew how to read male body language. It was clear by the way Old Smelly was furiously humping the Avatar’s mouth that he wanted something. Having just had a very strong taste of his dick, she could make an informed judgment that the only thing that was going to get his dick clean was the wet, tight throat of a teenage girl.

In other words, he needed to fuck Korra’s throat.

Asami felt guilty at what she was thinking. Korra had just done something incredibly noble to protect her, and now she wanted to betray her? But just watching the Avatar’s mouth get cock-punched wasn’t going to help matters. One of them needed to throat that smelly dick, and it just made more sense for it to be Korra, who had throated more dicks than Asami had even seen.

Feeling guilty in her stomach, along with a lot of nausea from the leftover flavor and dickstink in her mouth, Asami put her delicate fingertips on the Avatar’s struggling neck, feeling her neck and throat muscles flexing. She pressed and massaged in certain places, sensing Korra’s response in the way her muscles moved under Asami’s fingers.

Asami breathed on Korra’s ear. Her lips touched Korra’s earlobes, nibbled while her tongue darted out to lick. Her fingers kept pushing on Korra’s neck, kneading different spots, trying to get her throat to relax. Wondering how sensitive the melon-titted girl was, she pushed her tongue into Korra’s ear.

“Hgghmph,” Korra moaned, and then her eyes shot wide open as her throat opened up and Old Smelly was able to jam L’il Smelly right down her throat.

“Sorry!” Asami said, licking and kissing Korra’s stuffed cheek apologetically. She gave a rub of her hand up and down Korra’s stretched-out neck, squeezing the cock inside. The quicker he got off inside Korra’s throat, the sooner this would all be over.

Asami felt even more guilty at the way Korra’s wide eyes darted around and the wet squelching noises her throat made as it unwillingly sucked the stink off of Old Smelly’s cock. Feeling a need to do more to contribute than giving an indirect handjob through Korra’s throat, she steeled herself and moved her face forward. The next time Old Smelly’s pair of fat, stinky balls swung back to slap Korra’s chin, Asami had her lips in the way.

The pale-skinned heiress sucked and slobbered on the fat old bastard’s sweaty cumtanks while he brutalized the Avatar’s throat with enough meat to choke a normal girl unconscious. For Old Smelly, it was heaven. There was nothing better than the feeling of a pair of teenage girls drooling on his cock and balls. So much so, in fact, that in short order his balls twitched and his cock clenched inside Korra’s esophagus as he started to ejaculate.

It was a torrential flood at first. L’il Smelly was seriously backed up, and a gagging teenage throat was just the thing to unblock it. Korra wasn’t exactly thrilled about having his stinky cock spraying its cum directly into her stomach, but it was probably better than having to taste it. 

Unluckily for her, she soon got that opportunity. Asami was still stimulating his balls vigorously. His hips jerked from the stimulation, pulling his cock out of Korra’s throat, meaning that the next spurt of smelly, backed-up cum landed on her tongue.

Bitter seed flooded Korra’s mouth, so much so that her cheeks quickly had to puff out just to hold all the cum in. By the time he was done, with the head of his cock just above her lips while he jerked out the last few drops into the pool of cum in her mouth like he was getting out the last of the piss at a urinal, her mouth resembled a birdbath for really slutty birds. 

Korra was proud of her cumbender heritage and didn’t usually mind the taste of cum, even finding it a bit addictive. She usually liked to start her mornings with a nice suckjob the same way other people needed a cup of coffee. But his cum was so bitter that you could have added his cum to a cup of black coffee and made the coffee taste even more bitter.

For the first time in her life, Korra was actually contemplating spitting out a mouthful of cum. But having gotten this far already, she didn’t want to offend Old Smelly and mess things up for her and Asami. Still, swallowing this guy’s cum just seemed too repulsive. She shook her head at Asami, but Asami, face apologetic, nodded her head back. Wincing, Korra shut her eyes in pain and swallowed, making an audible, disgusted noise as she gulped down all of Old Smelly’s cum. 

Asami kissed Korra’s cum-stinky lips while Korra burped softly and her stomach gurgled. “Nice job,” Asami praised her. “That was really amazing.”

For the final act, like drying something off after washing it down, Korra had her breasts put to work on Old Smelly’s dick. Asami crouched behind her, her lips on Korra’s neck while her delicate, pale hands squeezed Korra’s tits together around his cock and worked them up and down. Korra’s hands were placed over Asami, their fingers interlaced and together they did their best to rub off all the drool, cum and filth that had built up on Old Smelly’s cock over the years.

He didn’t last long. Korra’s fat, man-pleasing piles of titflesh were too good to resist. He nutted into them, groaning as her giant melons squeezed his load out and wiped up all of the semen oozing out of the tip of his cock.

Asami cleaned the cum off of Korra’s tits with her hands and fed them to the brown-skinned girl one finger at a time to clean off. Korra licked off Asami’s palms as well, then kissed the beautiful heiress.

“That wasn’t so bad,” Korra said.

“You did great,” Asami complimented.

Old Smelly got up, his cock swinging underneath him, and came around behind them. “Thanks so much for your help, girls,” he said, rubbing a paw-like hand on each of their heads. As a parting gift, he rubbed the index and middle fingers of both his hands into the skin of his cock and then stuffed them up the two girls’ nostrils. “Smells much better, don’t it?” he said, chuckling as they collapsed.

— — —

Asami and Korra spent the rest of the week planning how to free Republic City. It shouldn’t have taken longer than a day, but a lot of the homeless people came forward with problems similar to Old Smelly. The homeless rentiers had the Avatar and her topless bestie kneel back-to-back with their arms interlocked at the elbow. Two men at a time grabbed a pair of brown pigtails or fistfuls of glossy black hair respectively, while others stood around the girls in a circle jerking their smelly dicks. Korra and Asami spent hours with their tits out, back-to-back with their arms laced together get mouthfucked, discussing plans in the moments between swallowing and getting stuffed again. 

Things escalated a bit when they accidentally revealed during their planning that Asami was the daughter of Hiroshi Sato, the richest man in the city and probably the most hated person among the destitute and homeless. In the spirit of class warfare, they brutally fisted the raven-haired beauty’s throat with her wrists held behind her. They didn’t let her speak until she was willing to apologize for being a Sato. When Korra tried to intervene, one of the homeless masturbators jerked a thick, sticky load into his hand. He rubbed it into Korra’s face, and then Asami was made to lick it off.

Korra and Asami were a bukkaked mess by the time the homeless were tired of fucking them. They plucked curly pubes out of each other’s teeth and got their clothes back together. 

“That was something,” Korra said. “Anyway, I guess it’s time to go take down Amon and your dad.”

Asami was still feeling guilty about the way she had helped Old Smelly take advantage of Korra’s throat. She held Korra’s hand, which was still sticky with dried semen. “I think I should take on my dad alone. You go deal with Amon.”

“Be careful,” said Korra. “Oh, there’s a strand of cum in your eyelash.” Korra plucked it out with her fingers. “All better.”