By: causticblast
PART 1
I lay awake, revisiting the events that transpired the night before. Jacie lay beside me, face-up, the morning sunlight through the window highlighting her brown hair with faded pink ends from last year. Her face was peaceful, and I lay admiring her side profile, punctuated by a cute nose and sharp chin. My gaze fell to her breasts, bared in all their glory as she only wore panties to bed. 36C, I tried to remember, in case I ever wanted to get her anything. Her nipples were hard, evidently feeling a little too much breeze. I tried to pull the covers over more of her torso when the heat wave hit me square in the face.
Her relentless flatulence, presumably having still raged throughout part of the night, clearly left its mark under the covers. Somehow, the top of the blanket had been sealed well enough that the stench had been locked up and marinating around our lower halves. As I lifted the heavy blanket up to cover Jacie, I had inadvertently loosened a release valve in this makeshift gas cylinder, throwing a massive blast of fart stink at me.
The residual gas felt incredible, and memories of last night became that much more vivid. The smell of rotting egg carried a hefty weight as it circled my nose, bringing with it a stinking sewage smell and just a hint of something scorching. I shimmied downward in our bed, trying to bring my head closer to the alluring source. As I dipped down to push my face gently against her ass, I recalled that she had put on these briefs specifically to sleep, since she had been bottomless all night. God, I thought the ‘torment’ of huffing her stink without being allowed to touch my dick was bad enough…and then she stepped up her game half an hour in and stripped off the grey leggings, which were currently sitting at the bottom of a heap on the floor. I could hardly believe it, but the smell had been so much worse…
That same smell was still hanging in the air, which did not help my morning wood. We had chosen to keep the windows shut, and her studio apartment, though nicer than my one-bedroom, was less spacious. I suspected the walls weren’t exactly built for ventilation, either: this whole apartment used to be some industrial complex before it was converted several decades ago, so instead of wood and wallpaper, every wall was concrete. I was glad for the thick walls, not just for retaining the stink but for the dampened sounds. I had never met her neighbors, but she seemed pretty confident that they weren’t able to hear her ‘outbursts' too clearly.
I was once again reminded of her assertions that she, on previous days, had to stand outside her front door for several minutes after voiding her bowels like yesterday. With the sheer volume of her gas I witnessed, I now fully believed that, given the right meals and preparation, she could easily turn this place into a festering fart-filled hotbox. Last night, though, she claimed the smell wasn’t anywhere as bad as the previous incidents…which only got me thinking about just how much of her raw, sulfuric, shit-stained rotten sewage stink had been thrust down my greedy lungs.
She had hinted at trying being the dominant one before, but the way she pulled it off…damn, she was a natural. It was like she unlocked a new side of herself that she hadn’t really showed me before. She was usually the more submissive one, and even though I wasn’t the best dominant, I obliged because she looked so damn sexy in a blindfold and makeshift restraints whenever we did bondage play. Of course, even while subbing, she would still find ways to tease me to almost infuriating ends every time we had sex. This new side of Jacie, though? I could get used to that.
Still, a question burned in my mind, and had been since sometime last night. I thought I should ask this morning, and regretted not asking before we went to sleep.
I had only been in my self-imposed dutch-oven position by her butt for a few minutes before I felt my eyes begin to water. Without really thinking, I began stroking gently, not really intending to climax, mostly just trying to keep myself occupied while Jacie’s horrendous aphrodisiac clung to my nose hairs.
Jacie stirred briefly before turning away from me, facing the wall. Under the covers, her juicy cheeks appeared to engulf her panties, and now they were in a perfect position for me to plant my nose deeper into the crevice between. As I pressed myself in further, hoping not to wake her but my horny mind getting the best of me, I thought I heard her snicker.
In one fluid motion, as I heard the sheets above my head close up, Jacie turned right back in the opposite direction, pinning my entire head between her ass and the bed. Before I could even register what happened and fix my breathing, I felt her asshole tense up and release.
PRGRRrrr…gggGGRRRGRGGGRGRGRGRLLGLRGRRRLLTTT
The first few pops broke the seal, and were immediately followed by an avalanche of gas in a swift one-two combo. Jacie’s delighted laugh penetrated the blanket covering me up, the bed folding my ears uncomfortably, the weight of her meaty backside covering me, and of course, the lustful and dazed state of my brain after receiving a megaton bubbly bombshell point-blank with nowhere for the excess gas to go but into my nose and mouth. Six seconds? Maybe? I now knew that was only a little longer than average for her, but that was still insane. The idle stench under the covers became an active assault on my senses, and I began gasping, only to be rewarded with more of the rich, foul gas.
Jacie left me there for several seconds, breathless for more reasons than one, as she continued laughing in pure glee. “Morning!” I saw light stream in as she lifted the covers. “Hoo…That was ripe! You still awake? Or did I knock you right back out?”
I took a moment to escape my toxic prison and catch my breath before responding. “Hoo. Jeez, I thought you’d be emptied out after last night.”
“And I thought you’d be better at handling my farts after last night.” She slid closer, lowering her voice into a seductive whisper. “Guess we’ve got work to do.”
She planted her lips on mine, and we began kissing, forcing me to breathe exclusively through my nose for awhile. Jacie’s fumes were still very much in the air, and I had a little trouble keeping focused on the kiss.
“I can hear you sniffing.” She suddenly pulled away, rubbing some sleep from her eyes, attempting to hold a sexy smirk but failing to keep it from escalating into a full grin. “Sounds like someone wants more—ooh, and feels like it too,” she said in a voice dripping with sex, her grin splitting even wider as her hand found my pulsating erection and began to handle it playfully.
“Fuck…” The question from last night still burned in my mind, but her delicate and slightly cold fingers blurred my thoughts. I decided to give in, letting my mind wander in lust for now.
“Still can’t believe I held in all my farts all those months for nothing,” she said as she transitioned into stroking. “Can’t believe all I had to do, to give you an infinitely better tease, was just…” She half-lidded one eye, rolling back her gaze up to the ceiling, and—
brrRRBRLBRLRLBRRBLRLLR
“Ahh…let go.”
Her farts this morning were definitely bubblier than last night, with a lot more punch to them. Another wave of hot air blew up from under the covers, the heat creeping up my chest and shoulders before hitting my nose. They sounded like they were coming from deeper in her gut, and definitely smelled like it too.
Jacie’s hand slowed down dramatically, feeling a bit strange as we weren’t lying at a suitable angle, but still pleasurable. She kept stroking methodically as she stared into my eyes. With the fouled air, I found it a little difficult to hold that eye contact. Even after the onslaught from last night, I still couldn’t believe how much she had left in the tank.
“How…How the fuck do you…still have gas…?”
She giggled. “You thought my ‘payback’ was done after yesterday? Noo, babe, I was just giving you a break. I’m nowhere near done with you.”
“We fucked,” I said, evidently not very eloquent with horrid farts in the air and a firm hand on my dick. “We fucked…for awhile…and then went to bed…that was a break?”
“I got you panting like crazy,” Jacie retorted. “Breathing hard. Huffing and puffing. Exactly what I wanted.”
“Uh huh.”
“Seriously though, I was planning on getting right back on top of you after that, make you hyperventilate into my smelly butt…”
Damn, really? She had some good ideas up her sleeve, then. “What stopped you?”
“Uhh…too tired.” A sheepish smile appeared on her face. “You were a good enough fuck, I guess…so I let you off easy.”
“Sure you did.” Jokes aside, her banter really took on a new meaning after yesterday. We had little quips like these before, the usual underlying humor in her pretending to be the one dominating me in the relationship. It had been funny because that had been rarely the case. But now, things were different.
Suddenly, Jacie pulled her hand away frowning. I didn’t need to ask why…I heard it too.
brglhrgggggllglglll…
“Is that your stomach?”
She nodded, wincing. “Ooh…That’s not gas. Oooohh…” Her stomach gurgled again, this time shorter but definitely with more aggression. She rolled over to the edge of the bed and swung her feet down. “Sorry, gotta go. The morning-after shits. You don’t want any part in this, do you?”
“Nah. I don’t think so.”
“Sounds good. I’ll be back.” She did her best to flash a smile. “Don’t go anywhere, because I’m sure I’ll have part two of my ‘payback’ ready soon.” She made a visible effort to sashay her hips back and forth, knowing I was watching, though she clearly found it difficult to do while also clutching her gut.
Given the small space in her studio apartment, I could hear pretty much everything without getting up from the bed. The sounds echoed out of the toilet bowl and ricocheted around the walls. By my count, there must have been no more than three seconds between the creaking of the seat under her sizable cheeks, and the first shit-drops.
PPRRRRRSSSHHHHHHHHLLLLTTLTLTLLLT!
Hell, that sounded equal parts liquid and solid. I guess it only made sense, given her weakness to spice.
KRRSsshhLLBBPPppppt!
PRrrSshhh-shSHHh-sshhHLLLLT!
“Ooohh…Fuck…”
I winced, though she certainly seemed to be getting a hell of a pleasurable release from it. Admittedly, it was pretty hot to hear her moan like that, juxtaposed against the noises coming from her other end.
BRRRHSHHHT!
KRRSHHHHPPPPPT!
pppPROOOOORRRLLLbbppPOOOORLLLTTTTTTT!
Judging by the plopping sounds, this was one hell of a dump, at least by volume. The splattering noises weren’t the thin, gruelly kind that turn into a spray; despite their wetness, there was a lot of force and weight to them. She must have been dropping some serious chunks.
I waited awhile, probably about twenty minutes, during which I heard three flushes and way more than three gastric outbursts. Jacie emerged looking far more relieved than when she entered.
“You’re going to want to stay out of there for the time being,” she said with a grin.
“Yeah? Try me.”
“Suit yourself.” She turned herself around as she approached, giving me an excellent view of her backside. “But I bet you’re more interested in taking it in from the source, huh? Don’t worry, I’ve still got more in the tank.” She smacked her right cheek for emphasis. God damn if she knew how to push my buttons.
As much as I was turned on by her antics, I decided to push on.
“Jacie?” I hugged her from behind.
She tilted her head one way, picking up on the change in tone in my voice. “Yeah?”
I took a deep breath before planting my chin into the crook of her shoulder. “Are you…Are you doing all this…for me? I mean, are you into it? Is this one of your kinks as well? I just want to make sure, do you get, like, turned on like I do, or—“
“Shhh. No.”
I pulled away. “No?”
She gave a light shrug. “No, I don’t think I have a 'fetish' for it, per se.”
“Well, then, I mean, you don’t have to do this.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“No, I’m serious. I don’t mean you have to go back to holding them in, but…that bathroom trip sounded awful.”
She shrugged again. “So what?”
“Then why do all this? You can still eat normally and, just, I dunno, rip a few farts whenever. Maybe don’t hurt yourself trying to get gassier? Why go through intestinal hell for m—“
She turned around to interrupt me. “Because I love you, dumbass.”
We held eye contact for a few moments. A bright rosiness began to bloom in her cheeks. “And…And it doesn’t, like, actually hurt? It’s fine. Kinda fun, actually. Gives me an excuse to pig out every now and then.” She laughed a little at that. “Then one bathroom trip the morning after, and I’m back in business.” She stepped in closer, lowering her voice and putting her arms around my shoulders. “In case you’re still confused. I didn’t eat anything to make me gassier. I ate to make the smell worse.”
I was still stunned. “Are you sure?”
She rolled her eyes at that. “Am I sure? Yes, I’m sure I’m almost always that gassy. I’ve just gotten really good at holding them in, all thanks to y—“
“No, I mean…are you sure…”
“That I’m okay with it? Yes! I said that already!”
“Are you sure you love me?” I blurted out.
Now it was her turn to be caught off guard. She stared back like I had just spoken in another language. I held my breath as her gaze alternated between my left and right eyes.
“Yes,” she finally said.
“…Good. Because I love you too, Jacie.”
She bit her lip, trying to hide an obvious smile. I felt myself grinning too. There we stood, two idiots festering in her stink, grinning at each other. I guess we’d both been planning to say those words for awhile.
She broke the silence first. “Now that that’s settled…you wanna lie down on the bed again for me?”
“Face-up?”
“Of course…”
PART 2
I don’t know why I expected her to be gentle. It wasn’t the first time she used that cutesy voice of hers to keep me unsuspecting, an obviously fake innocence that was meant to mask a devilish seductress underneath. The moment I lay down over the sheets, she pounced on top of me ass-first. With her knees on either side of my chest, she dipped down to plant herself on top, only to stop and come back up at the last moment. Teasing me as always. Her butt still radiated warmth and stench, like it had some kind of aura warning people to stay away. I guess I wasn’t like most people. To me, it was alluring.
Jacie clearly knew that, too, with how well she was teasing me. She couldn’t help but giggle with each dip of her juicy butt, bringing it tantalizingly close so that the aura of marinated farts wafted into my nose, holding it there, and then bringing it right back up to start over.
On the fourth or fifth cycle, I decided to lunge my head towards the prize before she picked herself back up again. With careful timing, I managed to smack face-first into her butt. Without any support for the weight of my head, however, I just slapped right into her pillowy, cushioned buttcheeks and bounced right back down into the bed, causing her to elevate her giggling into a full fit of laughter.
“Ooh, someone’s getting hungry for some booty, aren’t you? Mmmm? Are you?”
I laughed with her. It was a little absurd, after all. “Oh, shut up and sit that phat ass down on me already.”
“Hah! Who says you’re in control?” Another line that used to be a running joke when she was the sub. Now, I wasn’t so sure.
Still, it sounded like she had offered a challenge I was willing to take up. Reaching up, I clamped my hands around her waist and forcefully pulled her lower body downward towards my head, taking advantage of gravity. Jacie gave a shout of surprise, but otherwise wasn’t able to do anything to keep herself up. This time, victorious in our ridiculous little scuffle, I made an exaggerated groaning sound deep into her buttocks.
“Oooooh, you’re not just hungry for a piece of this, you’re starving for it. You really want it, huh?” She shifted her weight, lightly twisting her body from side to side. Underneath, my face was being dragged around, and with the back-and-forth motion, I slowly slid deeper into her crack. A warm, dampened spot on her briefs crudely rubbed against my chin as she wiggled my nose and mouth into alignment.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you a taste!”
I felt her asshole tense and pucker through her thin panties against my upper lip, I braced myself to be blasted with a faceful of hot, stinky gas.
PPRPRRPRRRRRrrrrrrrrRRRGGRRGRTT
She had warned me last night about her “morning thunder,” and I had assumed that the worst of it was over after the massive bomb she dutch-ovened me with, and the considerable volumes she had voided into the toilet. With this single fart, she proved me wrong. It was like she had been holding onto it all morning, saving it up into what felt like hurricane winds aimed right at my face. The stink was more tolerable than yesterday’s blasts, and I figured that her trip to the bathroom had gotten a lot of that out of her. But it was still similarly suffocating, with a thick sewage smell and an extra kick of spice.
“Mmm…How was that?”
I swallowed a cough and tried to say “fucking nasty,” but my mouth couldn’t quite open to speak in this position. I heard myself grunt against the weight over my jaw.
“Hm? What’s that? You want more? Oh, who am I kidding, of course you do. Here, let me give you something that’ll fill you right up!”
BBRRROOooorrrrllltt
“Mmmmm…”
BRRROOUUMMFFFffft
PPRRRrrrrrrrsssshhh
“Ooh, how’s that? A three-course meal cooked up just for you. Get it while it’s hot!”
prrrffffffssshht
“Hahah! Okay, more than three.”
brrrrrt
“Aahh, yeah, way more than three. Think you can handle it, big guy?”
After everything from last night, it was unbelievable how many farts she could still pump out of her. I knew by now that she liked to rip farts in waves. She had been building up gas in her gut before releasing most of it in the biggest single fart possible, followed by progressively smaller bursts to empty out the tank. Then she’d be right back to refilling. She was really playing up to my fetish in a way I hadn’t thought possible before yesterday.
Each fart still stunk like hell. The first half of the barrage trumpeted out with hair-flattening force, but the fizzy hissers that followed felt like the worst in terms of odor. On top of the stench of eggs and backed-up plumbing, there was an extra smell of pure, distilled shit. Her underwear must have been filtering some of that out, but I imagined even an industrial-strength air filter would choke and strain under the sheer volume and concentration of toxic gas Jacie was putting out right now.
“Hoo boy, here it comes…”
Fuck, already? It felt like hardly two minutes had passed since her first round of farts, and the smell was still thick in what little air I could reach. I hadn’t even heard any rumbling in her gut, and with my head this close to the source I don’t think I could have missed it.
BBRGRGRGRRRRRT
“Mmmmm…”
GRRRrrrrrrrrrrtt
PRRRrrrrrrffff
“Mmmhh…ohhh…”
Well fuck, she definitely wasn’t done yet. It was half as many farts as the first set, but by sheer volume it felt like nearly the same amount of gas released. At this point, I couldn’t even tell if the new farts were adding to the awful stench in any way. My nose and mouth were just permanently filled with the second foulest smell I ever had the fortune of encountering…the first being her farts from last night.
Jacie’s exaggerated moans of pleasure, still muffled considerably from the doughy buttcheeks clasping around my head, would have been enough of a turn-on on their own. Judging by the way she was chuckling to herself every once in awhile, she very well knew that. She had always found way too much fun in trying to get me excited, sometimes deliberately doing it in public.
But at the moment we were in the privacy of her apartment, and I was front and center to a private show. Specifically, a show that had been building up overnight, and was now unleashing its payload into my nose and mouth.
BRRRAAaaaaooorrt
“Oooh!”
BBBRRRRRRAAAAAARRRRRBBLLLLL
“Hah, damn…That was a good one. They’re really flowing out of me, huh?”
She shifted her weight from side to side, squishing my cheeks with hers and tilting my entire head to and fro. It was like she was trying to bury me in her stink, or maybe knead the stink into my face so that it would be stuck deep in my pores. Whatever it was, it was a fantastic sensation, even as I struggled to breathe through her weight and through the intoxicating miasma.
“That feel good down there?”
We both knew I couldn’t really respond with my face so deep into her crevasse. Instead, dazed with lust, I decided to stick my tongue out and slide it between her thighs, feeling for her sex through the taste of cotton. When I found the tip of the wet spot in her panties, I heard a stifled yelp.
“Hmmmhh…Easy there…”
I felt her hands on my chest, and then her weight slightly lifted as she adjusted her position on top. She slowly slid backwards an inch, putting my mouth right under her soft lips. This also put her pulsating asshole right over my nose, forming a sealed pipeline from her volatile gut to my airways. I knew the raw stench was about to get worse, and delivered much more potently. With my tongue dancing around her pussy, I didn’t really mind any of that.
“Ooh…my God…”
As she moaned, I heard a soft gurgle travel down her gut, signaling more gas was on the way. I thought to brace myself, but my resolve was broken at just the right timing. Her fingers reached out and tickled my throbbing cock before going to work on it. The sudden unexpected wave of pleasure caused me to lurch my back, tilting my neck and head forward, pinning my nose to her rear exit, which puckered right at that moment.
grgggrrrr…rrRPRRPRRRSSSSSSssssssssssssspppt
FUCK! Her thin panties did barely anything to filter this eye-wateringly spicy SBD. It punched right through, briefly struggling to reach my nostrils before finding their alignment and sending a steaming hot stinker right into my lungs. Even with my mouth occupied with caressing the cotton moistened with her arousal, I could still taste the fart as I unwittingly breathed it out, its massive volume filling my entire oral cavity and unable to fit in my lungs fast enough. The gas rushed through my system and drenched my brain with painful bliss. It felt like a sneeze in reverse, forcing its way into my body, except sneezes don’t last nine seconds.
Jacie stopped playing with my cock, lifting herself a bit on her knees. She must have also felt something that was unusual about the last blast. “Holy fuck, that sounded nasty. Are you okay?”
I was about to respond with a thumbs up when I took another breath and had the wind knocked right back out of me. Reflexively, I broke into a fit of coughing. There was plenty of residual gas attacking my senses, telling my instincts to get up and run away. The air felt hazy, and my entire head felt coated in this horrid, scalding stench. I thought the smell couldn't get any more insidious, but yet again Jacie had proven me wrong. This was a fart that came out of the leftovers from yesterday, except fermented to make much worse the overpowering smell of earthy spice that was burning my nose.
Taking the hint, Jacie lifted her whole butt off of my face. “Sorry about that one babe. Why don’t you take it easy for a bit?” While my eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness of not being under her ass and generally stopped watering, I felt Jacie move downward along my torso before her tongue started toying with the tip of my dick.
“Ohh, God, you’re really putting me through all kinds of shit today.”
Jacie said nothing in reply, only chuckling softly before she started using her lips. The stink started dissipating from around my face, and as she transitioned into a full blowjob, the air became more hospitable. The stench still lingered, and would probably still linger for the rest of the day, but it had toned down to a level where it was pleasurable and not tortuous.
Soon I felt my eyes rolling to the back of my head, and as I debated asking her to finish me off, she abruptly stopped.
“Uhh...?”
Jacie slowly took her weight off of my torso, lifting her leg to move off of the bed as she wiped the juices from her lips with the back of her hand. Once standing, she made a show of stretching from side to side, and picked her underwear out from the pinch between her buttcheeks.
“Hoo! Well, sorry about all that, babe. But I’m all sweaty and worked up now. I think I need a shower. And you—“ she leaned in closer to me before wrinkling her brows and fanning her nose, making a big show of how much I must have smelled like her rear. “—Hooh, I think you definitely need one as well.”
I blinked, feeling strange and slightly numb with the weight gone and my dick still yearning to finish. I got up off the bed, not quite registering what she had just said. I gathered my senses, and saw Jacie a few steps away, looking down at me with one hand on her hip and the other beckoning me to come closer.
“What? Where are we going?”
She reached out and grabbed my wrist. “To the shower, duh.”
PART 3
I let her half-drag me towards the bathroom, still a little dazed but definitely on board with whatever she was planning to put me through. An arm’s length behind her, I got a plenty good look at her butt as we walked over. The extra bounce in her step gave each supple buttock a slight jiggly quake in a way that made me think she was doing it on purpose.
At the bathroom door, Jacie stopped and released my wrist to reach down and peel off her briefs, the only piece of clothing still keeping her from being fully nude. I watched in awe as she bent down facing me, gazing into my eyes. Those big brown eyes, soft, kissable lips, adorably plump cheeks, and curly flowing hair…Man, gassiness aside, she really was beautiful. I got a little distracted as my eyes wandered; even if she was my girlfriend and I had seen her naked plenty of times before, I still couldn’t help but stare at her breasts hanging free.
She smirked when I met her gaze again. And with that single change in expression, she took her look from gorgeous goddess to irresistible succubus. In either form, if she asked for my soul in that moment, I would have gladly obliged.
Instead, she just asked: “You ready?”
“Yeah.” I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be ready for, but if it was with her, I was always ready.
She led the way into her bathroom, and the moment I walked into the small space, it hit me.
“Oh, holy f—“
“Haha! I thought you said you were ready!”
I had completely forgotten about her monstrous dump from only about a half hour ago, and the aftershock of her gastric mayhem lingered to form a swirling, toxic cloud. It came in bursts; I inhaled with some hesitation, as each breath took in a different dosage of the stench. One sniff made me retch immediately, then the next made me think I could get used to it, then the next punched me in the face again.
“If I don’t use the fan, the stink can stay for hours. And damn it, as long as you’re here I am never using the fan,” she said, giving me a peck on the nose.
The odor was a little different than her farts. It hung heavy in the air with an aggression against my breathing, and instead of carrying hints of shit, it practically smeared the air itself with shit. An oppressive kick to the smell stung my nose between breaths while my brain still tried to wrap around the formidable power of what seemed like a toilet’s worth of poop packed into each lungful.
Jacie slipped past me and headed for the shower while I stood there stupefied. We had tried shower sex once before at her place, and frankly looking at it now I was surprised we even managed to fit the two of us in there. This being a bathroom for a converted studio apartment, there was hardly any space wasted—which I realized would be why the post-poop stink cloud seemed so intense in here. The shower was just an almost-square space on one side of the room, sectioned off by a sliding glass partition.
Without hesitation, Jacie walked over and turned on the water, feeling for its temperature with one outstretched hand. “Let me just get this warmed up for us.” When I took a couple of steps closer, she reached back with her other hand to stop me. “Ah-ah. You wait here until it’s ready.”
I watched her with confused anticipation. When the temperature was apparently warm enough for her liking, she stepped in and closed the door behind her. The fogged glass blurred my view of her, but there was enough clarity for us to meet eyes. “Wait there,” she repeated, her voice coming out a little muffled through the shower door.
I had a suspicion as to what she was planning, and I waited for her gut to start the “warming up” process. Several minutes passed, however, and it seemed she was just content with rubbing soap along her body, humming nonchalantly to show she was kind-of-ignoring me. The chemically enhanced scent of some unplaceable yet pleasant flower bouquet, or maybe an artificial fruity smell, started to beat back the oppressive stink of her three-flush dump. I grew more and more impatient as I heard the suds crash against the tiled floor. Her humming seemed to grow even louder and more obnoxious.
“Uh, are you going to—“
PPPRRRRRRRAAAAAUGGRRRRRRRRFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHH
As if she was waiting for me to speak up, Jacie immediately cut me off with an incredible behemoth of a fart that rocketed out of her wet butt with a deafening tuba sound that dipped into bubbly territory before finishing off with a lethal hiss. This was a massive fart that had a little bit of everything, from bass to bubbles to silence, and it was guaranteed to reek like she had pulled it out from deep in her colon. Almost reflexively, I took a sniff, only to realize that the shower door was keeping nearly all that juicy stink with her and all I was getting was the artificial fruity smell of her body wash, and a tiny hint of stale poop.
“Haaaaah…Damn…”
I cleared my throat, putting a little extra force behind it. “Uhh, are you planning to let me in?”
“Yeah. Not right now, though. It’s not warm enough yet.” She giggled.
“When will it be—“
BBRBRRBRBRBRBRRBRRRAAARRRPPPP
Another surprisingly long and loud blast, this one much more bubbly. “Aaahh…Sorry, what was that?”
“I said when will you let—“
PRRRRRrrrrrRRRRRAAAARRRRPPT
“Nnnngh…”
“When will you let me in?”
PPRRRRAAAFFFFFT
The door suddenly slid open. “Right now.” Her glistening arm grabbed mine, splattering a few drops in my face, and pulled me in. Eager but careful not to slip, I took a moment to empty my lungs before entering her hotbox.
I re-sealed the glass door with barely restrained glee, turned around to meet her expectant eyes, and took an exaggerated breath through my nose.
I immediately felt like I was going to go crazy. I had been getting slowly accustomed to the pleasant scent of her body wash while I waited outside, which meant that the contrast from my first intake of her fresh new batch of horrendous gas made it that much more dizzying. These farts would have been terrifying enough on their own, but since they were locked into this tiny, near-airtight space and agitated by the warm vapors of the shower, their delicious torment was magnified tenfold. I reached out with one arm and righted myself against the nearest wall, unprepared for just how intoxicating her farts were under these conditions.
“Can you guess what scent of body wash I’m using?” Jacie snickered.
“Absolutely fucking not.” I realized that there was virtually no trace of the body wash scent to be found in here, which was shocking considering how much I had smelled it outside, and how recently she had soaped herself up. Even with my recent up-close encounters with her gas, this was a terrifyingly impressive display. Her ass was a full-on fumigator.
“Good.” She turned around and bent a little at the knees, presenting her nice big rump and giving it a little jiggle. I gave it a loud, ringing smack in reply.
“Ooh!” She shook her butt again, flicking tiny water droplets everywhere with her alluring movements. “Do that again.”
I obliged, spanking her again, harder this time. It felt a little strange, with her dominant side now merging with her submissive side, but with both of us so worked up it hardly mattered anymore.
“Again, please?”
I pulled my arm back, getting into the rhythm of things, as we had done many times before. I spanked her butt again, but this time, it talked back, catching me off guard.
gggrrrrrRRRRRRRUUUUUPPPPPPTTT
Another major ripper tore out of her the moment after my palm made contact, starting with a subtle zipper before building to a full roar. Admittedly I shouldn’t have been too surprised at this point, but I honestly thought she would be running out of gas by now.
“Seriously, what the fuck? How the hell—“
“Yeah, now do you see why I was ‘mad’ at you for making me hold it in?”
“Hey, I never—“
“Ahh, shut up. I’m just…”
BRRGGROOORRLLLT
“…Mmm…giving you a hard time.” She gave her hips a circular swinging motion, gently flicking the tip of my shaft to accentuate her words.
“Unnhh…” I tried to focus as my hands almost unconsciously reached downward to her squishy, soft, mesmerizing butt. “When you said you were almost always gassy…I really didn’t…think…”
“Think I was this gassy?”
PRRrrrrrt
Another, smaller fart quickly filled the shower, proving her point.
“Yeah…”
“Mm. I did say you were in trouble…” she chuckled. “Honestly, I don’t think I really knew how abnormal my guts were until very recently. ‘How much do you fart’ is not really something you talk about with your friends. I guess it has something to do with my diet. Or birth control, too, actually.”
As she talked, with her ass still gyrating on the tip of my cock, she reached back between her thighs with her right hand to fondle my balls. Being ever so good at it, she kept me on the rapidly blurring line between pleasure and torment, knowing full well that I was practically begging for a fuck at this point. Huffing her farts in the tiny, warmed-up enclosed space of the shower, with her beautiful rump bent over on display, teasing my cock to no end, and now her delicate hands…
“But then I started wondering what other women with boyfriends do when they can’t start farting in front of them yet, so I grabbed your phone to look it up, and…”
PRRRRRUUuusshhhtt
“Ahhh…well….here we are.”
The air was getting unbelievably foul with her irresistible stink. I honestly wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take. If she wasn’t pressing against my dick, I might have just bent down onto my knees and plunged my face into her bare cheeks right there.
“And God damn am I glad that you’re such a nice boyfriend…”
With every other syllable, she bounced her butt against my crotch. I bit my lip, but the moans still escaped me with each press.
“…That you’re so understanding of my stinky, smelly, nasty, juicy—"
“N-nhuuh!” Some sound flew out of my mouth. My brain barely registered it, too occupied with other matters.
“Oh? What was that?” She suddenly stopped, her hefty, fleshy ass hovering millimeters away from my throbbing dick. She turned to look at me, her eyes carefully filled with an alibi of innocence, knowing full well just how much primal desire she was unlocking within me. “Did I just hear a ‘no’ from you? Was that what you said?” Turning back and releasing my balls, she put one hand on the far wall of the shower, and began slowly applying pressure into my dick, pushing backward with her beautifully dangerous backside. “‘No,’ like ‘no they’re not that stinky and smelly?’ Hmm.”
With her weapons-grade ass placed firmly against my crotch and lower torso, her cheeks slightly expanding outward around my hips, she shut one eye, scrunched her nose up, groaned softly, and released a monster fart.
bbbrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGRRRRRGRGGRBBBRRBBTT
God. Damn. I actually felt her cheeks jiggle—no, rattle—against my hips with the bubbly explosion she let off. It was one of the most powerful farts she had released in the last 24 hours, beating even the one she dropped directly into my face in a dutch oven when she woke up this morning. Except this time, not only was I front and center to her gas blast, but I also felt her butt and my cock vibrating together from the sheer force.
Jacie hardly acknowledged the awe-inspiring power that just came out of her, without even a comment. Instead, she loudly and obnoxiously sniffed the air several times, breathing in the most recent dose of her fumes. I almost wanted to ask her to stop and save some for me, but considering her asshole was literally pressed against my body, plenty of the gas was wafting up to my nose. “Hmmmmmm.” She continued sniffing loudly, and with her hand still firmly on the opposite wall, she pressed even harder. I shuddered as the cold tile of the wall on my side of the shower met my back, making me realize that she now had me pinned, ass-first.
“Okay, fine. Maybe they’re not as smelly as last night, sure, ‘cause my morning dump usually cleans that out of my system. The Thai food’s all gone out of me…” She backed up and pressed herself harder against me, and I heard myself heave a deep sigh. “But not all the gas in my poor little tummy. There’s still so much more, just so much more built up in my big, bloated, gassy stomach…”
This time, she reached back with her other hand, grabbing my waist and pulling me into her with each emphasized syllable. There was hardly any more room for my crotch to dip any deeper into the soft flesh of her water-dappled buttocks, but the pressure was enough to send waves of pleasure crashing through my entire body. Just below her slowly spreading asshole, I felt the slippery sign of her arousal against my body as well, trickling out from between her thighs and onto mine. As she trailed off, she kept at it, slowly tormenting me (probably both of us), until she finally said the words I had been waiting for.
“Wanna see if we can fuck them out of me?”
“Oh God yes please,” I’m pretty sure I said, though in the heat of the moment it might have just come out as gibberish.
She giggled before letting off the pressure on our hips, sliding forward slightly to give me some clearance, now having both hands against the far wall. As I brought the tip of my shaft to her entrance, we both groaned in pleasure, both of our ends glistening and practically dripping with expectant delight.
Before I slid into her, I thought I’d repay her a favor and tease her a bit more. I began rubbing my tip against her lips, eliciting a short whimper from her before she stopped herself. “No, no. Don’t you fucking dare. Teasing is my job.”
With that, she brought one of her hands down to help her align herself. Refusing to let me take the reins, she lurched back, grasping my cock with her lips as I slid right into her. No lube needed, as usual, when together we were this sopping wet.
“Gnnngh…Fuck…”
“Haahhhnnngghh…”
We moaned simultaneously in relieved ecstasy. She rode my cock in and out, using the shower walls as leverage, establishing a moderate tempo that we’d no doubt recklessly abandon in a few minutes. The sensation of the warm shower hitting us both suddenly paled in comparison to the feeling of Jacie’s heat around my pulsating shaft, gently massaging the top half of my cock. Fireworks exploded in my brain, and a shudder ran down my entire spine.
BRRLLRLRLRBLRLLRLrrllrlggrrt
Speaking of explosions…
“Unh…There’s more where that came from if you pump me real good, babe…I can’t be doing all the work here…ha-ah…”
She didn’t need to ask twice. Her fart ripped into my crotch just above the base of my dick, and it rapidly filled the shower with more of that steamy, raunchy stink that I just couldn’t get enough of, even if it was already suffusing the entire space and probably the inside of my whole head. As if coming out of a daze, I grabbed her by the waist and began to match her rhythm.
BBRBRRRTTT
BBBrrrffft
“Haah…not fair…pressing my stomach makes me let them out faster.”
“Sounds hot to me.”
“Who said you could take contro—Ahh, fuuuck!…”
Getting greedy, I plunged my cock deeper into her hot pussy, feeling the arousal at the tip of her lips smearing around the base, my balls slapping lightly against her. My hands were still on her waist, fingertips on her stomach, trying to gain traction on her slippery wet body and pressing a little harder than I needed to.
“Hooooh…Okay, you’re very convincing. You can keep filling me deep like that, and I’ll give you your reward.”
BRRPRPRTT
“Buuut…one thing to consider: if you empty out my stinky stinky gas tank too quickly, I can’t save up a massive, smelly blast for you to enjoy when you finish…”
BBBRGRRLT
“Haaa…your choice…”
With the full length of my cock ramming into her slick pussy, I was barely able to hold myself together. The spurts of stink and the dirty talk was enough to almost send me over the edge right there.
PRGRGRRRRGRLRLT
It was as if she was trying to tease me with her noisy asshole now, too. To drive home her point, she loosened a sizable fart, clearly not pacing herself.
“Just imagine, all that brassy, smelly, juicy gas, packed into one…one big angry fart…haah…as you pump me full of cum, feeling that gas swirling around you…filling your lungs…”
PRRRTT
BRRT
PRRSSSHHHT
SSssshh
Hssshhhsst
“Okay!” I slammed the brakes as she fully let go of control this time, ripping a fart for every time I thrusted with my fingers massaging her stomach. That would have been unbelievably hot enough on its own, driving me absolutely crazy to a level I never even thought possible before. But like a compulsive gambler, her words filled me with thoughts of impossibly better rewards. I had to go all-in. I knew she was insanely gassy, but after a full night and morning of ripping monster farts sitting on my face, I didn’t know how much she had left in her, and I figured I’d take a risk.
“You…you win…where do you want my hands then?”
She turned to look at me with her lustful, sex-crazed eyes, her mouth hanging open in a permanent silent moan. “Do the thing with my clit please? Rub me th—” I didn’t need to hear the rest of that sentence. I reached around with one hand, starting a slow, circular rubbing motion. “Aaahh…Oh my fucking God, yes, please—don’t stop…Haah…” With my other hand, I let go of her waist, and reached up to her breast. Her nipple was ready to be played with, and I began flicking lightly with my thumb. “Hnaahh!”
PRRrrssssshhssssssshhht
A steaming hot hisser shot out of her spread ass onto my cock. “Aahh…That’s how I say ‘thank you’ now...Enjoy, babe…”
“Hey, I thought you were saving up for me.” My fingers now busy, I gently started the rhythm in our hips again.
She half-giggled, half-moaned—a sound I absolutely fucking adored. She started bouncing her booty to my rhythm. “Gah…Okay, I’ll stop being such a…such a naughty girl…I’ll build up my gas for…for you to finish to…”
“Good girl.” I gave her ass a tight, ringing smack before returning to her breast. In response, she gave another stinker.
BRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrt
She was pushing all my turn-on buttons and I did the same for hers, forming an erotic duet of farts and groans that would have certainly raised many eyebrows if the walls were any thinner. I found myself forcing my slack jaw closed to take a huge breath through my nose, and the nasty, eggy stink invigorated me to pump my cock in and out of her warm, slick hole even harder and faster.
Jacie’s whimpers and groans of pleasure filled the shower like her farts did, and together they caressed my senses to an erotic high I’d never felt before.
“H-h-hhh..ohh…Yeah, you like breathing my toxic gas?”
BRFFFT—BBPPT—PFFFT—FFSST—PSSHHT
What would have been a long, hissing fart became a series of shorter bursts of gas as our hips collided with passion, repeatedly interrupting her stinky release. The mini-barrage jettisoned out of her butt, taking opportune moments between my thrusts to assault my nostrils with their irresistible seduction.
Then I remembered our silly little “deal,” and I spanked her again for having the audacity to violate it.
“I thought you were going to be a good girl...”
“I can’t help it! They just…come right out when you fuck me so hard…”
PSSHT—FFRSST—PRRT—BLLRT
“Fuck, this is so hot…”
PRRSSST—GRRLSSH
I smacked her ass again. A perfect little cycle. She “slips out” a fart as we fuck, I get a whiff of her fumes, and she gets a spank as “punishment.” We had somehow found a flawless dynamic to satisfy her dominant side, her submissive side, and my fart-addicted side, and it was an otherworldly experience.
I put my hand back on the crook of her hips this time instead of her breast. Standing up a little from the curled-over position I had been fucking her in, I used my new leverage to pull her even closer, push even deeper into her with each desperate thrust. Her moans started to string together into one scream as we picked up the pace, the wet slapping sounds getting faster and faster. She clamped one of her hands over her mouth to stifle her screams of euphoria.
BBRRRT—RRRRT—GRRT
Another sloppy fart escaped her asshole in waves. I knew I wouldn’t be able to take another minute of this.
As I passed the point of no return, Jacie’s screams now climbed into a high-pitched whine, and I knew we were about to arrive at the perfect ending.
“Ah…Fuck…I think I’m…”
“MMMm-mmhhmm…y-yeah, me too…”
“Oh, God…!”
I reflexively slammed my hips against hers as deep as possible as my pulsating cock began spurting into her convulsing pussy. And while my orgasm started running through me, my shaft rammed deep inside Jacie, I felt something formidable churn in her stomach and a telltale puckering of her asshole against my stomach.
BBBBRRRRRRRRAAAAOOORRGRRRRRRRGRRGRRGRGRRRGRFFRFRRFFFFAAAARRRMMPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT
FFFFSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssshhhhhhhhh
“Haaaahhh…!”
I was sorry I ever doubted she could deliver on her promise. A gale-force torrent of eggy, shit-stained gas broke free from her asshole, lasting more seconds than I could count and prolonging at full power even after my dick ran dry. I felt its explosive storm ravage across my entire torso, furling up towards my face and spreading to the corners of our hotbox even before the fart was finished. And then, as Jacie continued to weakly moan and quiver, another gas bomb flew from her asshole, this one with quieter hissing that was still forceful and loud enough to be heard over the shower and carrying even more of that silent, deathly stench.
With half-lidded eyes, she turned around to face me, pinning me against the wall and planting her breathless lips on mine. Throughout our passionate kiss, we once again could only breathe through our nose, and the twin explosions she had finished us off with were ripe in the air, along with all the residual gas that she had dumped into this poor little shower for the past several minutes.
Breathing heavily, we finally broke free from our kiss.
“Are you empty now?” I asked, honestly uncertain.
“I think we both emptied into each other,” Jacie panted with an exhausted grin. I chuckled a little at that. I reached out my arms, and we embraced in a tight, slippery hug. I tried to ignore her stomach rubbing against my raw and sensitive cock.
“I take it back,” she added.
“Huh? Take what back?”
“That this isn’t my fetish. If it wasn’t before, it absolutely fucking is now.”
I couldn’t help but smirk. “Really?”
“I blame you for this,” she said with a sigh and a little chuckle. Her head fell on my shoulder as we basked in the post-sex glow, still breathing in the aftermath of her shower hotboxing. There we stood, two idiots festering in her stink, grinning nude in each other’s arms.
“We need to do this more often…”