Many thanks to blondevixen40735 for first editing and improving this story.
Special thanks to SlaveGirl70 for further editing and for inspired suggestions that made it much better.
"It doesn't make sense."
"I didn't say it did."
"But you don't object to eating me out," Madge said. "You even seem to enjoy it!"
"I wouldn't put it that way," Everett mused. "What I taste and smell are not pleasant to me. When girls first asked me to do it, I used to gag, and a couple of times I threw up. If the air conditioning isn't on, sometimes, the heat and the fumes and the sliminess make me so nauseous that I feel like I'm about to pass out."
A smile spread across Madge's face as she listened.
"Come on, Everett. Don't be so polite. Tell me how you really feel."
She burst into laughter.
He waited for her to stop laughing to speak seriously.
"I do it to make you happy, and when it drives you wild that makes up for my discomfort."
"Don't you see? This would be the same thing! The aroma and flavor would disgust you, but the effect on me -- well, all I can say is that just thinking about it is almost enough to make me come."
"There's a big difference between swallowing the stuff that comes out of you and swallowing the stuff that comes out of me," he muttered.
"I swallow the stuff coming out of you," she said, "and I hate the taste and smell!"
"Yes, but you're a woman, so you do it for your man," he said, "and when I go down on you, I deal with your fluids. That's not the same as eating you out after I come inside of you."
"Other men do it," she argued. "They eat the cream pie and hate it. They do it if they come first, rather than leave their wives frustrated."
"I'll be glad to eat you out if I come first," he said. "But before I do, you'll have to clean yourself out, because if I see, smell or taste even a drop of my come, I'll throw up all over you!"
"No you won't! I felt like throwing up the first time a guy came in my mouth, but I controlled myself and it became a lot easier with practice. I still don't like it, but I do it for you sometimes. You could learn to do that, too."
"But I don't want to. Just talking about it is making me nauseous."
"Try it one time," she pleaded. "It might not be as bad as you imagine. I would do it for you."
"You can say that because there's no way for me to disprove that statement," he said, laughing. "But there's also no way for you to prove it since you can't ejaculate and I don't have a pussy."
"I'm saying I love you enough that I would do it, but you don't believe me."
"Let's just forget this whole thing. All it does is get us both upset."
"I'm not going to forget that you don't believe me. That's the same as calling me a liar. I'm telling the truth, and I'm going to find a way to prove it."
"Good luck!"
***********
Two weeks later at breakfast, she announced, "I've found a way to prove it."
"Prove what?"
"You said I was lying when I told you that I would eat a cream pie from your vagina if I was a man and you were a woman. But I'm telling the truth, and I found a way to prove it."
"How?"
"I'm not telling you. It will be a surprise."
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The next morning was a Saturday and he always slept in if they had nothing scheduled in the morning. He was dreaming that he was swimming in molasses when he blinked his eyes around nine o'clock. When he opened them and looked around, he saw the reason for the strange dream.
He was lying on his side the way he usually did when he was sleeping, but he could barely move his arms and legs because his wrists and ankles had restraints on them.