By: causticblast
Tyler found it much harder to concentrate in class ever since he made the connection. Now, he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of his teacher’s bubble butt as she walked around the room.
“At least two,” Ms. Stefanie was saying. “You need to refute at least two counterarguments in your essay. Arguing your own point is important, but so is showing your understanding of…”
She’s always on her feet, Tyler thought. That big juicy peach always jiggling around. If she sat down, I could probably focus more.
His eyes moved back up to her face to realign his thoughts. Her blonde hair was in a messy bun today. Her crystal blue eyes were like shards of the ocean itself, twinkling in the light. Her lipstick was a subtle shade of pink, pairing nicely with the rest of her face. She was wearing those little square earrings again, the same ones he’d seen in the video she posted last week—
No. Stop. Focus.
But it was vastly easier said than done. His glance drifted downward again, cascading down from her cute nose and sleek chin onto her impressive breasts, gently cupped by her thin blouse. The same pair of nice, full tits that she sometimes plays with as she—
God, I need to masturbate right now. No, wait, she’s explaining the essay assignment. Focus!
But below the waist was where the true prize was. Ms. Stefanie’s hips were wide and full, giving her a bottom-heavy hourglass figure that was exactly the type of body that would make him drool. And whenever she turned at enough of an angle, he could catch a glimpse of the wobbling masses that she bore on her ample backside, no doubt struggling to stay contained against her well-fitting dress pants. The way her butt moved when she walked was subtle but captivating, in keeping with her tidy yet playful demeanor. She acted professional for the most part, but every so often would drop a slight hint to the liveliness of her real personality behind the veil.
She was just so fucking hot. Not the same kind of hot that his classmates were; there were plenty of cheerleaders always flaunting their slim bodies in tight pants or revealing skirts, or the athletic chicks sweating through form-fitting gym clothes, or even the low-key attractive goth girl that was sitting in the back corner of this very classroom. No, Ms. Stefanie had a different type of sex appeal. Those few extra years of experience (in more ways than one, probably) gave her a more foxy quality and a sensual confidence that made Tyler want to do anything for a night with her.
But he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that there was something more kinky to the way he saw her. That was because Tyler had recently discovered that Ms. Stefanie, his extremely hot young English teacher, was in fact a fart fetish model. Not only that, but she was the fart fetish model that he had been following on OnlyFans for several months already, obsessively drinking in the sights and sounds of her big round flatulent ass as she bent over for the enviable camera and let loose a flurry of rumbling farts.
And oh, what wonderful farts they were. The videos she posted made it clear that Ms. Stefanie was more than a hot young blonde with a curvy body to flaunt. She was also one of the gassiest women Tyler had ever come across, even through countless hours of digging through fart fetish porn. Her juicy buttocks ripped large, bassy farts over and over again throughout just a few minutes of footage. There were rarely any cuts in her clips, which meant that she was blasting those farts in one sequence, a testament to the magnificent capacity of her guts to pack themselves full of deliciously stinky gas. Of course, there were also plenty of short ones in between, as if she just couldn’t go more than a minute without blasting a fart through those cheeks. She was a walking fart factory, harboring a seemingly unending stream of gas that she kept pent up inside.
Logically speaking, that also meant that, right now, as she was teaching her lesson, and in fact probably throughout the entire day she was at work, she was building up and holding back a hurricane of nauseating farts in her bowels. And for weeks, ever since she posted a face reveal and he made the stunning realization that this was the same person, that was all he could think about when he sat in her class. Or even when he walked past her in the halls, casting sly glances at her rear after she passed, double-taking at the wonderfully plump pair of buttocks that were probably tainted with the vicious stench of her ceaseless farting from filming another sexy clip the night before.
“Alright, if there are no further questions, then that’s it for today. Class dismissed.”
His train of horny thoughts was derailed by Ms. Stefanie concluding the class period, and he realized he’d missed much of what had just transpired over the last several minutes. He made a mental note to ask one of his classmates about the assignment details later. In a slight stupor, as if time was slightly out of sync for him and him alone, Tyler began to pack his things into his bag. He was all zipped up and ready to leave when she suddenly called out to him.
“Oh, Tyler?”
He turned his head quizzically. “Yes?”
“I need to talk to you after class. Could you stay for a moment, please?”
Corey, Tyler’s friend, gave him a look. “Aw, what did you do now?” He said jokingly, both knowing full well that Tyler was quite the model student.
Ms. Stefanie didn’t take kindly to the interruption. “Corey, that’s none of your business.”
“Sorry.”
“Tyler?” She was waiting for a response. God, she’s so hot. Even in such a neutral expression as she just stood there, her face was stunning, her body flawless, her general demeanor quietly irresistible.
Tyler blinked, then shrugged. “Yeah, okay.” Whatever this was about, it couldn’t be that bad. Right?
“Thank you.” She returned her attention to the papers on her desk, waiting for the other students to finish filing out of the classroom. Tyler waited patiently, his thoughts inevitably wandering back to his teacher’s double life as a fetish model. He felt a capricious boner stiffening between his thighs under his desk, and he sat in silence, really hoping that she wouldn’t ask him to stand up.
Private one-on-one time with Ms. Stefanie always made Tyler a little nervous, even before he knew about her other job. It wasn’t just the fact that she was his teacher, or that she was extremely attractive. There was something stronger. It was hard to pin down, but it probably had something to do with her probing gaze, the one that always made him suspect she was a mind reader of some sort. Her eyes were sharp but not piercing, studying him with curiosity yet without judgment. He could lose himself in them in a heartbeat. She got up from her desk, making her boobs bounce just a little from the subtle rhythmic motion as she walked over to Tyler’s desk. He did his best not to stare.
“Oops!”
A slight misstep caused Ms. Stefanie to plant her heel down at the wrong angle and momentarily lose her balance. Tweaking her ankle, she stumbled for a brief second, enough to inadvertently throw her papers into the air and leave them to splash into a wide mess across the linoleum floor.
Tyler started to get up, briefly forgetting about his prominent erection. “I’ll get it.”
“No, no. Stay there.” Ms. Stefanie gave a short sigh before bending down to pick them up.
Fuck…
Tyler’s dick throbbed and lurched in his pants as he silently watched his teacher turn to reach for the many sheets of paper that ended up behind her. He wasn’t sure if she noticed his erection, but it seemed unlikely. He hadn’t gotten up enough out of his seat for it to be noticeable. Hopefully.
An awkward ten or fifteen seconds followed. Her long nails were evidently giving her trouble in lifting the sheets lying flat against the floor. She kept making small adjustments to her stance, turning and crouching, straightening up, and turning to bend over again as she chased down each unruly paper. And the entire time, Tyler was utterly transfixed. Every movement was making her magnificently voluptuous buttocks bump and bounce in the most hypnotic way, not too exaggerated but just alluring enough to make him drool. Its weight and heft were on full display, and her pants were plenty tight enough around the hips to show off the curvature of each jiggling cheek. His mind was racing with sexual vigor, his imagination in overdrive, drawing from the wide range of sights and sounds that Ms. Stefanie’s gassy, sexy ass had entrenched deep in his memory banks.
That ass…that gorgeous, juicy bubble butt…and all that raunchy, steamy, hot gas that she’s got pent up…blasting right through those jiggling cheeks as she farts over and over again…will she fart up this room as soon as I leave? Or will she hold it in until she gets to her car, and hotbox herself into a dense stink trap? Or maybe she’ll keep it bottled up until she gets home. And then she’ll turn on her camera, and rub her belly as she starts filming another clip, before bending over just like that and—
“I bet this view looks real familiar to you, doesn’t it?”
“W-What?”
He froze, the hairs on his neck bristling in anxious anticipation. His train of thought careened into the brick wall of reality as her words broke the silence. Ms. Stefanie was still bent over, her big round peach pointed at him, but her head was turned over her shoulder now. She was looking straight at him, and her eyes had a new mischievous glint to them. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen from her before. Her glance alone could reduce him to a puddle, melting him with its sensual, seductive energy that no pair of eyes could ever match. Between that and the perfect, front-row view of her massive bubble butt bulging through her pants, Tyler felt like he was going to suffocate. The sensation in his loins were growing more fiery than ever, and his cock strained against the tight fabric of his underwear.
“And I’m not just talking about the way you look at me in class,” Ms. Stefanie said, adjusting her feet ever so slightly and making her buttocks bounce yet again. “I catch you staring all the time, Tyler. You’re not as sly as you might think.”
Tyler was petrified with an array of emotions he couldn’t identify. “I-I don’t—“
“Shh.” With a carefully manicured hand, Ms. Stefanie reached back around her gorgeous ass, her fingers pressing into her soft buttocks and leaving little imprint on the fabric of her tightly strained pants. She grabbed a great big handful of her own juicy butt as Tyler sat there, completely dumbfounded, unable to believe what was happening. A tiny giggle escaped her supple lips at the sight of his absolute hypnosis, rendering him speechless just by playing with her magnificent ass a little. A quiet gurgling sound came soon afterwards, emanating from her flat stomach, signaling that something menacing was brewing and that Tyler’s theory was indeed correct.
“You know, when I started making content online, I kept wondering if one of my students would find me. I used to dread it, but now I see that’s silly.”
When Tyler continued to only meet her with an empty stare of denial, she pursed her lips as if to keep herself from laughing. She straightened up, placing the stack of papers on a nearby desk and smoothing out her blouse. Tyler could feel his heart palpitating while she reached for her phone and began swiping on it until she found what she was looking for. He knew what was coming before she even turned the phone to show him.
“‘TyGonohan03?’ Really?” Ms. Stefanie smiled gently. “I don’t need a profile picture to see you’ve put your name and birth year as your username. For what it’s worth, when you sign up for…ahem, ‘adult content,’ I’d advise you to be more careful about maintaining your anonymity.”
Tyler could feel the blood swelling in his head, yielding a dizzying and lightheaded sensation. The walls seemed to waver around him, and his legs threatened to give out under him. Bolts of sweat were forming around his forehead, his neck, his hands. This fetish of mine…she knows? What happens now? No one else knows, right? Is she going to—
Ms. Stefanie’s eyes took on a different light as she realized what he was going through. She reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, bringing his head back down to earth.
“Tyler, listen. It’s fine. You’re not in trouble, and your secret is safe with me.”
“Buh…W-wh–”
“You’re crazy if you’d think I’d tell anyone. I’m implicated here, too, Tyler. Do you know what would happen if people knew I had an OnlyFans, fetish or not?”
He hadn’t thought of it like that.
“I’m not here to confront you about it. Quite the opposite, in fact.” A twinge of mischief curled its way into her smile.
“Y-you don’t think it’s weird?”
“Why would I?” She said, nearly laughing. “I make those videos because I want to. And, well, because I’ve got a very talented set of pipes, and it’d be a shame to let all that impressive wind go to waste. Besides…”
Ms. Stefanie put her stack of papers aside, laying them down on a nearby desk. Her tone of voice took another turn, shifting into something more careful, more calming. Tyler stared back with wide eyes, feeling his heart pounding against his ribcage, uncertain what to do.
“There’s nothing wrong with liking what you like. Everyone’s different, after all. And you’re not hurting anybody. I have no reason to pass judgment against you. And like I said, we both have an incentive to keep this under wraps.”
She bent forward to meet his seated eye level, and flicked aside a lock of blonde hair. The warmth of her smile was incredibly effective, and Tyler could already feel his brain recovering from its momentary chill. “It’s our secret, Tyler,” she said, lowering her voice down to a near-whisper.
“Our dirty little secret.”
And just like that, the glint in her eyes turned back into that of an irresistible seductress, shimmering with sultry intensity and shocking Tyler back into a horny daze. His cock twitched in his pants again, sexual desire washing back over his anxieties and winning the fight for dominance over his thoughts. Ms. Stefanie giggled coquettishly, evidently excited by the visible effect that she was having on her student. She turned around to show off her magnificent buttocks again, a flawless bubble butt that strained against her slacks. It was massive with the right kind of fat, plump and soft like a pair of plushy pillows, the kind that could flatten him and he’d thank her for it.
“These pants aren’t exactly flattering,” she admitted, “but I have to keep up appearances while I’m at work, you know?”
Tyler gulped. “Are you kidding? That, uh, those pants, I mean, you have a really nice…” He trailed off, unable to even string words together properly in the presence of the intense gravitational pull of her ass. Even if he found the right words, she was still his teacher, and he had an instinctual aversion to talking about her body directly at her, regardless of how many times he’d jerked off to it in private.
Ms. Stefanie, still peering over her shoulder, gave her hips a little side-to-aide gyration. Just two quick wiggles and her plump meaty rear was bouncing enough to drive him wild. Even if it wasn’t a potently gassy fart cannon, the shape of her ass would be enough to render him breathless and speechless.
“You can say it,” she said encouragingly. “Tell me what you think of my butt.”
“I-It’s really nice…You have an incredible butt. So thick and bouncy, it looks amazing no matter what kind of pants you wear.”
The corners of her mouth curled up higher, satisfied with that compliment and flashing a glimpse of her front teeth. “Ah, speaking of which…”
Ms. Stefanie took another few steps to bring herself against the desk right in front of Tyler’s. She slyly bent over its seat, pressing her elbows against the wooden surface of the desk and pushing her backside out. She knew what she was doing; Tyler’s attention was entirely ensnared by the big, juicy pair of buttocks that bulged out at him. And of course, it never escaped his mind that her guts were currently packed with raunchy gas, no doubt churning up into a violent storm inside her with the same forceful winds that he’d watched her expel with gushing erotic enthusiasm, time and time again.
As if reading his mind, she reached back and grabbed one of her cheeks to play with its supple texture, her fingers sinking into the thin fabric of her tight pants and giving it another mesmerizing jiggle.
“What’s your favorite clip of mine?” she almost whispered.
Tyler’s mind instantly went blank. Ms. Stefanie’s ass seemed to have that kind of power, like a magnet wiping his mental hard drive just by being a little too close to him. It didn’t matter how many times he’d masturbated to the sound and sight of her thunderous farts; now that he was face-to-face with the source of it all, the colossal jiggling mass that consumed his attention, he could not grasp at a concrete thought or memory without considerable effort.
“Uhh, the one, uhm, the one where you’re teasing the viewer for being dirty, and you have those really powerful farts that blow out the audio. Over and over. And you keep commenting on how they smell, fanning your butt…”
“There’s a lot like that,” she said, giggling. “You know what, why don’t you pull out your phone and show me which one’s your favorite?”
Tyler could hardly believe what was happening. He felt like he was having some kind of lucid dream or out-of-body experience. This was a fantasy turning into a reality, and nothing could have prepared for the overwhelming heat of desire rushing through his veins. He had to tear his eyes away from Ms. Stefanie’s gorgeous ass and turn to his phone, logging on and scrolling through as he’d done countless times before. He didn’t have any particular clip in mind, but he’d know when he found one of his favorites. It was hard to focus on anything, as his mind was swimming in a sea of arousal and excitement. A soft gurgling sound came from Ms. Stefanie’s guts, sending his pulse through the roof.
“And then we can watch it together,” Ms. Stefanie went on. “Turn the volume all the way up. Let’s listen to me and my gassy ass in the clip, and I’ll see if I can match those farts in real time.”
Is this real? Is any of this real?
He landed on a thumbnail that was extremely familiar to him. He pressed play, tapping the side buttons on his phone to crank up the sound. The Ms. Stefanie in real life, still showing off her stunning buttocks in full view right in front of him, chuckled as she heard the beginning of the clip.
“Mm, I remember that one. Kinda short, right? But oh, I was absolutely packed with farts, and I really let loose in those two or three minutes.” She turned around. “Are you testing me? Seeing if my ass can really blast big bassy farts like that?”
Tyler didn’t answer. He was too busy feeling like his head was going to explode.
“...and I just got back from a dinner party that lasted WAY too long, so of course that means I’ve been holding all my farts in for, mmm, 14 hours? Hehe, aren’t you a lucky boy tonight.”
The Ms. Stefanie on his phone was wearing a sundress that came down to just above her knees. As she bent over to present her ass for the camera, it pulled itself up just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of the bottom of her creamy-white globes, weighing down over a pair of thick, juicy thighs. The edges of the dress became salacious curtains, swishing gently to tease him with (not quite enough of) a view of her most wondrous assets. But if Tyler remembered this particular clip correctly, he wouldn’t have to wait long for the curtains to rise and the show to begin.
“Get in nice and close for this one, sweetie…And take a deep breath…”
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As if her guts needed a warm-up, the very first fart of the clip began with a muted grumbling noise, sounding like it was struggling to get through the bulk of her meaty cheeks. After that, however, it suddenly exploded into a veritable roar, hitting the camera with gale-force winds for an awe-inspiring number of seconds. The sundress flew up into the air, exposing her fully nude ass as she farted, demonstrating both her deliciously juicy buttocks and her ability to blast extremely powerful gas through them. Tyler could feel his whole arm vibrating as his phone speakers reached the limits of their bassy output. That kind of display of Ms. Stefanie’s gastric prowess might have been stunning to the average person, but she did not seem particularly fazed by it, both in the clip and in real life.
“Mm, that was good, wasn’t it?” The real-life Ms. Stefanie said, swishing her hips side to side again. She was inviting his gaze back over to her, and it was definitely working. “Let’s see if I can do better.”
She bent over just a little more, pressing her stomach into the desk with additional force to aid the process. Tyler watched her with his jaw hung open, hungry with anticipation. He couldn’t possibly count the number of times he’d fantasized about this exact scenario happening to him. All the times he’d stared at her irresistibly plump and round cheeks, or listened to the powerful gusty blasts rocketing out of her drool-worthy bubble butt, he’d silently wished that he’d one day experience Ms. Stefanie’s godly farts in person. He had spent countless hours dreaming about witnessing her magnificently gassy backside in action. It had all led up to this very moment. And none of it could have prepared him for what came next.
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Almost unconsciously, Tyler leaned forward to get a better faceful of Ms. Stefanie’s real-life fart blasting into him. Through her tightly stretched pants came a constant shockwave of gas, almost like he was staring down the barrel of a shotgun. Again, like in the clip, there were a few initial seconds of rumbling that could hardly be felt through the thin fabric that was wrapped around her butt. But when the shockwave actually came, it did not disappoint. As the fart raged on, Tyler could feel his head being slammed with her personal stink. His mouth hung open in a silent moan of pleasure, exposing himself to the raw heat and stench that Ms. Stefanie continued to pump out of her. His lungs were straining to extract oxygen from the hot tainted winds, and he could feel himself slipping into delirium. This was something far sexier than he could have ever guessed. His heart in his chest felt like a drumroll with how fast it was going.
After what seemed like an eternity of ecstasy, Ms. Stefanie’s ass finally let up, sputtering into a series of low grumbling noises before dying down into silence.
“Ghh-hoaah…! Oh, goodness…” Ms. Stefanie slumped forward, bringing her head down in a posture of true relief. “The first fart after a day of holding them in always feels incredible, let me tell you. Mmgh, wait, hold on…”
Ms. Stefanie held up one finger with one hand while she reached back to grab and play with her buttock with the other. Tyler, still basking in the afterglow of her powerful fart hanging in the air, watched intently while her hand kneaded and bounced along her plump rear. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, his lungs full of her most intimately stinking warmth and his eyes fixated on the hypnotic motions of her ass. The lone finger on her other hand went down, clenching into a little fist, and the storm began to blow.
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The clip on his phone was still playing out, where Ms. Stefanie was showing off a similarly dramatic bombardment of farts that slammed into the camera and caused the audio to buzz out into an almost incoherent rattling. It was definitely one of his most-watched clips, simply for the sheer volume and power of flatulence on display.
But in this particular moment, the clip was being upstaged by something far better — the real thing, bent over mere inches from his actual face, battering him with farts that blew long and hard. Tyler’s pants had never felt this tight.
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“Mmf, ohh, that feels amazing…” The words fluttered off of her lips like butterflies, dainty and delicate, in sharp contrast to the aggressively brassy sounds that had just exploded from her other end.
The onslaught of farts shook Tyler to his core. On some level, he was aware that she was capable of producing such potent flatulence in a short span of time. But no amount of porn could compare to this experience, where Ms. Stefanie’s flawlessly plump bubble butt was perched in the perfect position to hit him with the full brunt of her unbelievably powerful farts over and over again. All five of his fundamental senses – yes, including taste, as her gas had left a subtle, smoky impression on his tongue – was undergoing some variant of processing overload. He sat there in awe, bathed in a warm cloud effused with her pent-up fragrances, wondering what divine power he’d accidentally pleased to find himself in this situation.
After a huge sigh, Ms. Stefanie picked herself up off of the desk and turned around. Her coy smile had a tinge of self-satisfaction in it now — something that Tyler felt was well-earned.
“Sorry, I just can’t help myself sometimes,” she said, running her fingers through her shimmering blonde hair. “If I feel a nice big barrage of farts hitting my lower gut all at once, then I have to oblige and let them free. It just feels so nice, erupting through my pants like that. Feels…hot, in more ways than one.”
Ms. Stefanie turned her gaze to the phone still in Tyler’s right hand. He followed her eyes to see that the video had finished, resting on the final frame. He hadn’t noticed.
“Oh, it’s all done playing already? Wow, I barely even heard anything after the first one. Were you really at full volume?” She chuckled to herself and smacked her fat rear for emphasis, sending undulations through its thinly clothed flesh. “This thing really has a lot of raw power, that’s for sure.”
Tyler could tell she was looking for a response from him, trying to goad him into a thought or a reaction by teasing his kinky side and turning up the heat. It was, in some ways, similar to the kind of attitude she often adopted when she was trying to make a point during her lessons. His ability to pick up on that distinctive shift in demeanor had served him well in class, but right now, in a very different context, he wasn’t sure what the right answer was.
“So, how is it? How does it feel?”
“...Feels…really good.” Tyler stared back at her.
“Tell me more. Be descriptive.”
Tyler coughed. “Is this an assignment?”
Ms. Stefanie let out a little giggle. Is she blushing? “I guess I am an English teacher, after all. But, no. This is just so I know what you’re thinking. And be honest. Get comfortable. If this is going to work, I need you to be able to relax around me. Take a deep breath, if you need to.” She winked at that last part. When Tyler still didn’t react, she took the initiative, making a big show of taking a big whiff of the warm stink that remained hovering around them and was slowly expanding into the rest of the room.
“...It’s a lot to take in,” Tyler finally began. “Both figuratively and literally. That was a lot of stink that just went into my lungs, and there’s still a lot more hanging around us. Your farts are impressively large, even more than I had imagined.”
“Mm-hm. Tell me more about how it feels. You only ever got to see it and hear it. Now you get the full package.” Ms. Stefanie casually slid up to a sitting position, planting her butt right onto Tyler’s desk. Its soft weight bulged out slightly around the bottom. God, even if she didn’t fart like that, she has an INCREDIBLE ass…
“It feels…” Tyler paused for a moment. “It’s like I’m watching myself in a dream. It’s almost overwhelming, but not quite. There’s some sort of cloud hanging around my head, making me feel just a little bit lightheaded, and the smell…It smells like…barbecue? Kinda smoky?” He paused, wondering what she’d say to that. She didn’t even nod, only holding a patient smile. He went on. “You have an amazing figure, Ms. Stefanie, which already makes you very…appealing. But what’s more amazing is how you manage to keep all that gas packed inside you all day, and the way you’re willing to share all that steamy hot gas with me in private adds something to the sex appeal. The warmth in the air makes it feel a little extra special. I guess I’d say it feels…intimate.”
Ms. Stefanie took a moment before nodding. “Good answer. I like your choice of words.”
“...Thanks.”
“And I’m glad you acknowledged the effort it takes me to hold in all my farts throughout the day. Whenever you see me, just know that I’m not just a pretty face…well. I guess I’m a pretty face restraining a colossal tidal wave of gas.” She crossed her legs, the one closer to him moving over the other, so that her hips were slightly askew and her volatile ass was now pointed at his chin. “Bonus points if you tell me what type of figurative language I just used.”
“Metaphor.”
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A two-second thunderwave erupted against the desk without warning as Ms. Stefanie loosened a violent fart. Her cross-legged position gave the gas a perfect angle to smack Tyler in the face, billowing into his airways with renewed heat and displacing the oxygen out of his system. He coughed a little; fetish or not, this was some potent stuff. He still couldn’t tell if he was right about the barbecue. It was vaguely reminiscent of woodsmoke, but she probably didn’t eat a lump of charcoal for lunch.
“Partial credit…that was the obvious one. What’s the other?”
Tyler thought back to the terms they’d been covering this week. “Synecdoche?”
“Correct!”
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“...Aaah, yeah, that’s more like it.” She giggled. “Enjoying your reward? I know I can always count on you to do your homework.”
Tyler threw his head back in his seat, arching his back in a near-involuntary expression of pleasure. “Mmgh, it smells so strong…and jeez, it sounded intense!”
Ms. Stefanie wriggled a little in her seat, briefly shaking the desk. “Oh, yes. Planting my big juicy ass right against a resonating surface like this really helps get those loud, rumbly farts that I know you love.”
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There was absolutely no need for her to prove her point with another volley of thunderous farts, but Tyler sure as hell wasn’t going to complain. She was right, of course: the wooden surface was perfect for amplifying her cheek-flappers to an even greater degree. Gas bubbles ruptured against the hard material while her buttocks rumbled away with a ferocious sound not unlike a chainsaw. Tyler could feel his entire desk and attached chair vibrating at the same frequency, a full-body testament to the sheer power of Ms. Stefanie’s flatulent backside.
“Ough, almost lost my balance there.” Ms. Stefanie smiled down at her student. “Actually, you know what? There’s one more thing I can do to crank up the volume to the absolute max.”
Tyler sat there in disbelief, soaking in her freshly released and surprisingly heavy fart gas as she hopped down from the desk. His jaw practically fell out of his skull once he realized what she was doing.
“Uh…”
“Hm?” Ms. Stefanie looked back, fingers hooked under the waist of her pants. “Something to say?”
“...No. Please go on.”
A million thoughts whirred through Tyler’s mind, creating a nonsensical blur. His eyes fleeted across Ms. Stefanie’s lower half as she bent over, sliding her pants down past her huge bulging buttocks and dropping them around her impeccable legs. The thin black fabric, already strained from its job of keeping her incessantly gassy ass contained, gave way to a pair of creamy white round cakes — the same pair that he’d seen in countless clips, including the one that was still in full-screen on his phone.
A few words managed to tumble out of his dumbstruck face. “The panties too…”
She turned around again, with a look on her face that could only be described as blazingly seductive. “Well, of course. They get in the way.”
Giving herself another ringing smack on the rear, Ms. Stefanie savored the feeling of her palm against her cheek and shook her hips for even more bouncy goodness. Her wide hips, when laid bare like this, presented temptations unlike anything else in the world. Tyler watched in complete awe as she gently settled herself back down on his desk, this time fully nude from the waist down.
“I know you’ve seen my videos, but I really don’t think you’re ready for this.” Ms. Stefanie crossed her legs again, forming the perfect angle to fart into Tyler’s nose and mouth from her elevated position. He leaned forward, closing the gap by another few inches. He could tell she was watching him, thoroughly enjoying his reactions to her magnificent farts.
“I’m ready.”
“If you say so!”
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“Ngh, so glad we have this room to ourselves…”
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“Ooohh, that one felt really nice!”
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“Deep breaths, Tyler. Keep taking it all in.”
Even without her encouragement, Tyler would have been trying to suck down as much of her beautiful aroma as possible. His breathing grew faster and heavier with each devastating blast. His eardrums rang with the sounds of her ass exploding against the wooden surface, now without the benefit of any underwear between her cheeks to mute the sound or any pants to soften the interface. These farts were fully unmasked, spilling out of her with all their might. At this distance, even the shorter ones felt like mortar shells impacting the desk, rumbling and shaking Tyler’s whole body.
Then, it all ended as abruptly as it began. The sharp silence cut through the thick, dense air as Tyler reeled from the sensory assault Ms. Stefanie had just put him through. Without the deafening noise of her wondrous bubble butt tearing into his desk, his attention shifted back to the smell and heat, swirling around his head like a tempest. In all his fantasies, he had never expected the air quality to take such a nosedive, making his immediate surroundings feel very muggy to a degree that no video could prepare him for. Ms. Stefanie’s ass truly had an aura of its own. Tyler coughed, realizing that the lightheaded sensation was growing stronger. The air in his lungs must have been at least half tainted with her particular smoky fart stink. The air in the room wasn’t faring any better.
Ms. Stefanie proudly basked in the damp heat around them, savoring its special stench. She got up off of the desk again, landing on her feet and bending forward. Tyler followed her movements with a slow head turn, his brain mired in both pleasure and oxygen deprivation. Something between his thighs was getting impatient to the point of desperation.
“I think you’ve earned one final gift. Come on, bring that cute little face of yours real close.” Ms. Stefanie hooked her finger, beckoning Tyler to approach, as if they weren’t already less than a foot apart. She was essentially telling him to put his face in her barenaked ass. Her cheeks would be pressed against him, ensnaring in a deceptively plushy trap, before unleashing her colossally violent windstorm at point-blank range.
Reason might dictate that this was borderline dangerous, especially given everything Tyler already knew about the sheer scale of Ms. Stefanie’s raw farting power. But reason has no place in a young man who is living out his deepest, kinkiest fantasies.
Tyler accepted the invitation and brought his face into contact with her voluptuous butt. His first thought was, that feels a little colder than I would’ve thought. His second thought was, holy fuck, it stinks like absolute hell up close…but it’s the good kind of stink.
His cock was threatening to drill a hole right through his pants. The residual fart stink alone would be enough to let him bring himself to climax. Hell, the way Ms. Stefanie talked about her own massive farts would probably be enough.
“Breathe in as much as you can. Let’s be honest, your lungs aren’t catching all of this.”
Tyler shuddered. She was right: no human could possibly fit that much gas into their lungs at once. But he could sure as hell try.
“Mmmgh…oh, this is going to be huge, even by my standards…!”
Should I be concerned?
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Her sphincter only puckered once against his nose before unleashing a furious-sounding blast of gas and completely fumigating his insides with meaty, smoky stink. It was as if a hurricane had materialized in Tyler’s nasal cavity. Breathing in or out no longer made sense. His lungs had relinquished control, bending to the whims of Ms. Stefanie’s ass.
When it finally came to an end after at least eight complete seconds, Tyler fell backward, completely spent by this maniacal display of gassy talents.
“I suppose you’re all gassed out now, huh?” Tyler said, swallowing back some drool.
“Are you kidding? I thought you were one of my fans.” She winked, completely unfazed. “After all that, I still feel about half full. If anything, you’re the one that’s ‘gassed out.’”
“God, that’s insane…”
Ms. Stefanie giggled, waving her hands around her ass to waft more of that intense stink towards him. “I’m always this gassy after work. You understand that, right? Every day, I walk to my car with a big bloated tank of gas and start to empty it out on my drive back home. I annihilate my seat and fumigate my poor little Honda Accord on a daily basis.”
Her words were dripping with seduction that only a pair of fart fetishists could appreciate. “All that gas, mmm. All that steamy hot gas from my phat luscious ass, with no one there to enjoy them.”
Tyler could barely form the words through the farty haze, but he managed. “I’d love to be there. Fuck, please let me witness the full extent of your farts.”
“You want the full experience?” She was already sliding her pants back on, though not very smoothly — as one might expect, the waistband was catching around her impressively voluminous buttocks. Tyler had difficulty keeping his attention away from their jiggling motions as she tucked them back into her pants. “Just keep up the good work. Be a good student. If you do that, I’ll reward you handsomely.” She winked, sending a shiver down his spine.
Tyler didn’t need to think for even half a second.
“Deal.”