Miss Megumi
by Ubiquitous101

Part 1

Well I should start at the beginning. I grew about around women who farted (a lot). It didn't take long for me to become accustomed and immune to the smell's negative effects due to constant exposure. I became indifferent to it. My naive mind concluded it was just something chicks did. So it was with great surprise that as I got older, I realized that "girls don't fart". At least, they were not supposed to. I was confused by all the fuss and taboos over something so harmless, but I shrugged it off. Unfortunately my attitudes had set the stage for the formation of my unusual fetish.

When I first discovered girls, I had the traditional attraction to the usual aspects of teenage women: their breasts, their asses, their legs, etc. I eventually started noticing their farts again, but again didn't make an issue out of it. When I finally became exposed to pornography at 18, however, my attitudes toward what was sexy in women started to veer towards the bizarre. Reading various hardcore, extremely perverted lesbian stories filled my mind with morbid imagery. And the more I was exposed the more perverse my fantasies became. Lesbianism had already taken certain stage in my fantasies (as I was already fascinated by women making out with women), and now it became a central element of them.

Now my mind started to form a link between women and farts again, only this time it was rapidly acquiring a sexual connotation. One day, everything changed: something happened that cemented the link between the two concepts permanently. There was this one older woman in a miniskirt, bending over to pick something up. Her huge, meaty, bubble-butt (looking like a plump upside-down heart) was right in front of me, and I stared at it. Oh my God she was hot; I got a hard-on just looking that ass! The way her plump globes pressed against the tight miniskirt, lovely! I would definitely not mind humping that butt! I suddenly heard the woman grunt, and then it happened. It seems to happen in slow-motion now, as I remember it like it was yesterday. She adjusted her legs and butt. Her ass jutted out, and then I heard the noise. It was an incredibly loud fart, and I heard her gasp in surprise (she had obviously been trying not to make any noise). As she farted her bubble-butt continued to move towards me, angling upwards slightly. I saw her cheeks vibrate as the hot air escaped from her body. Although the gas was briefly trapped within her miniskirt, the dense air started to make itself known. I had heard the farts of women countless times, seen their butts go off, but this time was different.

The arousal hit me unexpectedly: her doing this in front of me was turning me on like nothing before. It was just so lewd, seeing this oh-so-proper woman doing something so taboo. She had farted, and chicks don't fart. I knew that, and the incredible naughtiness of watching her break that taboo caused an amazing rush in me. This embodiment of womanly perfection had just done the most perfectly depraved thing (so taboo, and yet so harmless), and the voyeurism of watching a chick fart (practically in my face no less) was an astonishing experience. That naughty sound of her woman's wind, blasting out of her hot-as-hell ass, the entire experience caused my cock to become almost painfully hard. What an unladylike act, what wonderfully naughty music....you nasty woman! And I absolutely loved her for doing it. Alas, the woman only had so much to unleash from her butt. Of course the poor woman in front of me was embarrassed as hell. She had no idea what she had just done to me.

In that moment, my mind had linked women and farts together in one perverse combination. The act of watching a woman fart (or better yet, watching lesbians fart on each other while making out) had become the ultimate thrill because it was so forbidden, so rarely witnessed in full force. After that incident, my fantasies abruptly changed. In my mind's eye, I saw strange images. I saw Marilyn Monroe's skirt fly up because she had farted (and of course she acted like a slut while doing this). I saw ladies who were so proper in public really put out in private (and love doing it). I saw lesbians (although I saw them all the time anyway) fart in every conceivable way on each other. I pictured women becoming ridiculously bloated with gas and then expel it all at once in earth-shatteringly loud, long pieces of womanly music. One of my particular favorites was the mass cheerleader farting sequence: a bunch of preppy cheerleaders pull down their panties, line up kneeling side-by-side, stick their fat asses in the air, and fart simultaneously like sluts. They were dirty, mischievous, perverse thoughts and I loved the audacity of the lewd visions. I jacked off to these naughty images of depraved women and forbidden acts. I loved the fact that the imagery was so different, so unique, so bold, and so forbidden. That was the root of the whole fetish: watching (and hearing) women openly farting like crazy as if it was no big deal, and loving the depravity behind all of it. Thus every time a woman farted it was a joy to behold.

But I wanted to see more than I was getting to see. I hoped to find a girlfriend who would be uninhibited, who would not hold back. For a while I was unsuccessful. As it turned out, when I was 19, a certain Miss Megumi (age 31) moved into the neighborhood. She was an amazingly gorgeous woman (hell she was beyond that, she was astonishingly beautiful). How can I describe her? She was like the sun, she radiated so much warmth. Her eyes were so soft, yet formal in a very feminine way. I felt like I could fall into those almond-shaped eyes, they were that beautiful. Her glasses were thin and square-framed. Her facial features were youthful and somewhat delicate. Her full, shiny lips were an intense shade of red. Her nose was cute but professional-looking; her chin was small and slightly pointed. Her face was shaped like a smooth oval. Her long black hair was astonishingly delicate and healthy, drawn back into a ponytail. A thin gold necklace was around her neck, she wore a pair of light blue gemstone ear rings. Megumi wore a deep blue miniskirt business outfit, and a tight but thin light grey shirt that greatly emphasized her full breasts. Her pantyhose were light grey and went up slightly past her knees. Her high heels were a very black cherry color. I wondered how a M.I.L.F like her hadn't been married yet. I soon found out why.

I first met her when Megumi first came into the neighborhood, house-scouting. She was looking around, and seemed to be particularly interested in the house next door to mine. So I went up to her and said: "Good morning, miss."

She turned around and nodded slightly, "Good morning to you young man."

I smiled in mild embarrassment, "Haven't been called that in a while. I'm not complaining or anything, I'm just commenting."

She suddenly gasped in shock, "I can't believe...I haven't even introduced myself! My name is Megumi Komoshiro, and there is a very good chance I'm going to be your new neighbor. Can you tell me who you are, or is that a secret?"

I laughed mildly, "Of course I can tell you. It's Galice Redgrave. And no, I have no idea why my parents named me that. Then again there were a lot of things about my mother and father I didn't get. You have parents right?"

Megumi signed, "Unfortunately yes. I still haven't completely escaped from their grasp. They seem determined to treat me like a child. I'm thirty-one for God's sake. I think by now I can take care of my own affairs."

I exhaled almost inaudibly, "Maybe they are afraid to loose you."

Megumi nodded a few times, "Oh I know they want to. I am after all their daughter. They don't like how westernized I've become. Freaks them out. But it was my choice."

I shrugged, "True. I take it you are....married?"

Megumi looked slightly pained and she hesitated, "No."

I was shocked, "How is that possible? I assume that is by choice?"

Megumi signed, "I have a problem that drives all potential husbands away. They can't stand it, and I can't cure it."

I still was having trouble believing her, "It can't be that bad."

Megumi was grimacing slightly as if in sudden discomfort: "I...assure you it is. The longer I hold it back the...worse...it gets. It's already starting again."

I laughed, "What could possible be the problem?"

Megumi suddenly glared at me in anger, and said in a deadpan voice: "Do you really want to know?"

I shrugged, "It's your call Miss Megumi."

Megumi smiled slightly. But there was a slight bitterness in her words: "Very well then. I'll show you just what my problem is."

She suddenly swung around so that her butt was facing me. "Still want to see my...problem? Yes?"

I suddenly caught on, and I suppressed my excitement: "By all means Miss Megumi."

Of all the farts I had heard from women before, this one (actually a chain-fart) was easily the best by far in all categories. I almost said, "Why that's great Miss Megumi!" But of course I couldn't, at least not right now. Maybe later.

Instead, I calmly said: "That certainly could be regarded as a problem. So you have difficulty digesting food?"

Megumi signed, "I was born with a digestive system that produced a great deal more gas than it should have. It wasn't so bad at first, but the older I got the more inefficient my system became. Though, actually I'm kind of glad to talk to someone about this."

I smiled sympathetically, "Tell me everything. I don't mind the gory details."

Her body had trouble digesting food, and so she constantly farted explosively as a result. Megumi had never been able to go for long without breaking wind; she didn't even have complete control anymore. Frequently Megumi let loose without warning. Her stomach was literally a manufacturing plant for her all-natural divine wind. This was better than I could have hoped for, and I resolved to pursue this angelic woman as soon as possible. So when she did move in, I walked up to her door hoping I had gotten to her before anyone else.

"Hello again, Miss Megumi."

"Hello." Megumi smiled, she was quite a nice person. I was starting to love her already.

"You know, I meant to help you moving your things in. You seem like you could use another hand." I said in a warm tone.

Megumi briefly grimaced, holding her stomach. I heard a very faint fart escape from her. I had to suppress a grin, as the sound of her letting loose delighted me. Her sexy instrument had hit the right note.

"I'm sorry. I've....never been able to not embarrass myself. Doesn't exactly make me attractive does it? That's what all the guys seem to think. They don't like a woman who farts more than she should."

"I don't think it is up to them to decide how much you should do something, Miss Megumi. It's your decision, not theirs. Don't tell yourself any different."

"That's very kind of you."

"I aim to please. I like to talk to women. It helps me practice, and perfect, the act of conversation. For what is speech but the ability to tell..."

Megumi raised her hand, "Please. No sermons, my family was traditional. Very traditional in fact, very preachy. It drove me crazy. I couldn't the endless lectures on what a proper Japanese woman should be. I wanted to make my own choices."

I titled my head slightly, "As do we all. But it's all out of our hands.."

Megumi laughed slightly, "What are you a preacher?"

I shook my head, "No. It's not my job to convert people. I'm here for more worldly concerns."

Megumi smiled suddenly, "Are you hungry? There's some food on the table."

I frowned, "Wait a second. You hardly even know me miss. Is it a good idea to let someone into your house without knowing who they are?"

Megumi laughed, "You think I'm far too trusting?"

I nodded, "In a word, yes. But if that's what the lady wants, I will accept her generosity. What is it anyway?"

Megumi shrugged, "Basic junk food."

I raised my eyebrow, "That's it? That's all you have in your home? A person needs more than that. Megumi, you can't just live on junk food."

I paused, "I've got an idea. I'll bring something back. For the both of us, it's only fair. Is there anything you want?"

So I brought back some food, with considerable variety. Of course there was more than benevolence behind my actions. I intended to stuff her face with food. I was going to get some farts out of that M.I.L.F's ass. And I wanted them to be big ones at that.

It was a relaxed, informal dinner. Much to my surprise (and delight), Megumi was moving around a lot. This had the benefit of stirring up the contents of her already bloated belly. It protruded outwards from her body pressing against the tight cloth. Her belly looked beautifully bloated, like an inflated blimp. I could only guess at how gas was trapped within Megumi, just waiting to be released. I couldn't wait...all that hot air! It was only a matter of time before Megumi started to fart before me. She really was quite endearing, especially the ladylike way she ate.

"So Ayumi....do you need any help around your house? I'd be glad to assist you."

"That's fine. I could use another set of hands. What kind of drink is this?"

"It's called a suicide: a mixture of various sodas."

"It's really hard on my system."

It was no accident that I had served her such a volatile concoction. A drink like that could indeed wreck a woman's system, and Megumi had downed it very quickly. She wasn't even giving it time to settle: perfect.

"I'm sorry Miss Megumi. I'll remember to..."

"No...it's all right. Really. Don't trouble yourself."

"Well...ok.

"Oh God my stomach....it's really bloated. I really shouldn't have eaten so much."

Her words reminded me of all that dense gas stored within her hot, strained body. My erection returned. Hopefully she wouldn't notice my arousal at that thought.

"No Megumi, you shouldn't think that way. The important thing is that you enjoyed the meal in front of you."

"Yes. It was a pretty good meal. Simple yes, but I really liked it."

"I did my best. I'm not a very good cook; I just understand the basics...nothing exceptional."

Megumi's loud, fragrant fart came out of nowhere. Christ that was hot! Just thinking about her doing it made my cock harden. There's no act more heavenly than when a woman lets go and blesses the air with her innermost unseen product: her most private, potent and intimate perfume. The sound of her divine wind was like the greatest piece of music ever composed, no other set of sounds could measure up to what her instrument could play. Megumi's forbidden sound stimulated my very being. My only regret was that I didn't see her ass when it went off like a bomb. Almost immediately the feminine aroma of her fart flooded the room. All was right with the world. An added bonus was that a few brief miniature explosions followed. Megumi was rapidly loosing her composure, starting to panic.

"Oh no! I'm really sorry! It's just that I...I sometimes have trouble..with..with...damn it."

If only she knew. I smiled, "It's all right Miss. You couldn't help it."

Megumi smiled pleasantly, but there was a hint of confusion in her voice: "I...I really should go to the restroom and get all of that gas out of my system! It would be rude for me to keep farting while we are eating!"

I nodded, "If that's what you feel is best Miss Megumi, then by all means. I have no problem waiting."

I, of course, had no intention of not listening in. I quietly crept up to the restroom door (after she had shut it). I heard her removing various items of clothing. Although I could not see what was happening, I could easily picture it in my mind: her enormous cool bubble-butt flattening itself against the toilet seat, her hands spread her ass cheeks apart, her grunting as she tried to break wind, her asshole flexing in and out with her efforts, her facial expression alternating. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a soft toilet fart, almost a reverberating hiss. I heard Megumi sign, then grunt. I had already freed my cock from my pants and had my hand on my erect member; ready to begin jacking off in earnest: the thought of listening in on her shitting (another unladylike act) exciting me to no end. Another soft hiss as gas abruptly escaped from her bubble-butt. I could swear I heard her quietly sign in relief. Hot! Now the farting began in earnest. A series of her very deep toilet farts had me silently masturbating like crazy, hopefully she wouldn't hear me. I could hear her slowly forcing out her shit: yet another aspect of women that is concealed from view, and precisely the reason why it excited me. More farts erupted from her ass, and I heard loud splashes. I was about to cum right then and there!

Then I realized that she was about to get off the toilet! I quickly (and quietly) got to my feet. I secretly rushed off in search of another bathroom, and upon finding one I locked the door behind me. I grabbed my hard cock and, thinking about Megumi's toilet farts, jacked off until I blew my load onto the bathroom floor. After I had spent sufficient time to remove the evidence, I flushed the toilet to deceive her (as I heard Megumi getting close to where I was, looking for me) and left the bathroom. "Hi Megumi. Ready to resume?" So we went back to eating, and afterwards I helped Megumi bring some of her stuff in. Then I said goodbye, and left...but not before promising to help her out further. Thus began the slow development of a relationship between us. Gradually we became friends, and Megumi now visited my home as much I visited hers. She was especially fond of my swimming pool, as Megumi had always wanted one. I said I had no problems with her spending as much time as she liked in the water.

For one thing, Megumi frequently used the water as a way to conceal the sound of her farts. She was not as uncomfortable farting around me when she was in the pool, as she all-too-correctly assumed the water disrupted the aroma and the sound of her gas (leaving me largely with experiencing only the visual aspect of Megumi's farts, unfortunately). Still, it was quite erotic to see the large chains of bubbles periodically erupt out of her bikini (no she was not wearing a thong, we weren't that close yet). It was the only in the water that I could actually see her gas: long processions of large, clear, very wobbly, slick spheres of hot air. I secretly watched her whenever Megumi farted. While she was swimming around, I also took the time to ask more about her. Megumi was a multi-talented woman in terms of the arts: she was a decent pianist, an imaginative painter, and an extremely good poet. She'd spent a good part of the spare time in her life perfecting her art.

"I really look forward to seeing your work sometime, Miss Megumi."

I had to have this woman...that I was certain of. I was in very much in love with Miss Megumi and the more time I spent with her the worse the feeling got. I just hoped I wouldn't screw up, and lose her forever.

Part 2

I thought my relationship with Megumi was going well. You can imagine my surprise when I went to bed one night and woke up unable to move.

"What's this?" I said aloud.

My arms and legs had been spread out and tied to the bedposts. I could still turn my head, however, and I faintly saw a figure in the darkness.

The figure spoke, and I immediately recognized the voice as Megumi's: "If it isn't my good friend...who will soon stop being my friend. Where that status change leads you....well...that's up to you. I just need to ask you some questions before I make my decision."

I could only writhe in my bonds as she turned the room light on.

She narrowed her eyes, "You see....you have been keeping something from me....and I want to know why. What was your motivation for not telling me you were an Eproctophile? Obviously what I do next depends on your answer, so please be honest with me. You lied to me once you will not do it again. I insist on honesty in a relationship, so it's important for me to break that nasty habit of yours."

I smiled slightly, "How did you know?"

She laughed out loud, "Oh come on! You made it so painfully obvious.....so obvious in fact...that I wonder if you were being transparent on purpose. You practically moved towards me when I farted for God's sake! You went out of your way to be near my farts! I knew at a very early stage that you had such a fetish."

She paused and looked at me.

"Why are you acting so upset? You like being tied up in my presence. Don't deny it you naughty boy!"

I could only smirk in embarrassment. I was turned on by this. Megumi had surprised me, but it was a good surprise.

"Well Megumi you seem to have figured me out."

She frowned, "Where was I? Oh yes. Tell me why you didn't speak up. I suspect I already know the answer, but I want to hear it from you."

I signed, the tightness of the bonds both discomforting and exciting. The temperature of the room had seemed to have gone up, my heart was pounding in my chest, and my breathing was heavy.

"Megumi you do not go up to a woman and say her farts turn you on. Or at least it seemed like a good idea at the time not to tell you. I mean, how was I supposed to know how you would react? Just bringing such a thing up in your presence might destroy everything I had worked for."

She smiled slightly, "It makes sense. It's not exactly something a woman would hear every day. But....I'm a pragmatic woman. My farting constantly tends to drive men away, not bring them to me. So you are a welcome exception, and so far I see no compelling reason not to pursue this relationship to its ultimate conclusion."

"You're not going to untie me are you?" I didn't even hide my concern.

"Still there is something manipulative about what you did....a lie of omission is still a lie. So it's only fair that I manipulate you a bit to achieve my ends. I'm just going to be more open about it." She suddenly smiled a madwoman's grin.

She continued, "This is going to be fun. True....I don't exactly know what I'm doing but I imagine it shouldn't be too difficult to improvise. You are going to get what you wanted, but on my terms. I have given up enough ground, now let's see you humbled."

Megumi then proceeded to remove all her clothing save for a pair of white panties. She was probably as turned on as I was. Her panties were soaked with her juices. She climbed onto the bed and straddled her legs across my belly. I was surprised by how hot and wet her panties felt against my skin and by how much of her nectar was seeping out onto my body.

I could smell the aroma of her pussy from where I was, was acutely aware of how close my hard-on was to her ass. But I could not move, now more than ever. Beads of her sweat were falling on me and on the bed sheets, and the heat coming off her caused my body temperature to skyrocket. Her bare body was a mixture of smells that I was acutely aware of: perfume, deodorant, sweat, makeup, and the smell of her arousal.

For the longest time she just sat on top of me, enjoying the position she was in. Then she smiled with a delightfully naughty expression on her face.

She began to gloat, "I know what you want....but you have to ask for it. For once you will have to swallow your pri.."

"Megumi, will you please fart on me?" My sudden rather deadpan response caught her off guard.

"What? You're not supposed to just agree! Not right away at any rate. You're supposed to be like "I will never give in!", and then I'm supposed to say "Oh yes you will", then you and I go back and forth on that until you suddenly relent and then...I fart on you."

"Megumi I want you to fart on me. Why on Earth would I resist something I want, what I've been trying to get you to do since what seems like forever? If you think about it, that whole dominance thing only works if the tied up person doesn't openly...."

"All right, all right....I get the point. But indulge me on this. Please. I've never done this before and I want to enjoy myself. Besides it'll be fun."

I laughed mildly and I would have shrugged except for the fact that my arms were bound apart.

She signed, "Let's rewind the tape. Okay then. I know what you want....but you have to ask for it. For once you will have to swallow your pride and do what I want you to do. Beg for my farts my naughty pet!"

I had to admit this was exciting me, even though I was having trouble taking this would-be dominatrix seriously. So I went along.

"Megumi....you have broken me. I submit to your will. Mistress please fart on me!"

I almost laughed out loud on that last sentence, and Megumi was visibly struggling to keep a straight face. The look on her face said it all: "I told you this would be fun." She managed to regain her composure and speak in a very sexy voice: "Then you shall get what you asked for." Megumi's face tightened in concentration, and after a few seconds I heard and felt it: a loud, powerful, and vaguely wet-sounding fart that struck against my body. My cock began almost painfully erect.

I found myself confessing to her, "Oh God Megumi you really have no idea how long I've wanted you to do that. I love this....I really do. It's a shame I can't smell it all from here."

She smiled, "Ah at last...you're being honest with me. So it's out in the open now. Don't hold back with me....tell me exactly how you feel."

I was suprised by how open I had suddenly become, "Megumi I have been dreaming of this moment since I first met you. I loved it when you farted on my body...I just loved it! It's so fucking sexy I can't stand it! Dirty girl! Dirty god-damn babe of a sexy woman! Shit this is so hot! Do it again I beg you! Please Megumi!"

Megumi nodded, "Done. I have a big one for you, so enjoy it....my future husband."

That last word really got me excited. Was she actually considering marriage? I could not keep the excitement of my voice.

I spoke quietly, "You mean it? You're....serious?"

The look she gave me was so beautiful I almost couldn't stand it. She could look EXTREMELY wonderful when she used certain expressions....as if she had been forged from sunlight itself. I knew then that she meant it. I actually cried for a second before I caught myself, seriously, seldom had I heard more lovely words in my life. Perhaps never again.

Megumi said teasingly, "Here it comes....want me to stop?"

I said quickly, "Hell no! I want this....more than you'll ever know."

Megumi shook her head, "You are such a pervert...but...I guess you're my pervert. And does farting on you and liking it make me any less perverted?"

I gave her an answer, "We are what we are my love. No more and no less. We can't be anything else."

She nodded once, and then....she farted. There is no more glorious sound....no greater music...than a woman's fart! There is no greater smell....no perfume more lovely. It was a loud potent one all right that assailed my senses like a thunderbolt. I definitely moved in my bonds, my lungs tried in vain to breathe all of it in. But I was only able to get part of it....how frustrating! What a waste of sexual aroma!

I spoke up, "It's too far away, Megumi! I can't smell it all from over there! I want it in my face! I need you to fart in my face!"

I almost didn't recognize my own words....as if they were coming from someone else. But they were my words...they were coming from me.

"What's this?" She abruptly got off of my belly and now had her ass turned towards me. I couldn't see past it....then again I didn't want to look at anything else.

She laughed, "You're so hard....did I tell you you could get a hard-on? That's so indecent of you! Perhaps I should take a closer look. You should be ashamed of yourself! Let's see if your cock can't be cured of its ailment! Getting hard because of my farts....it's baffling! Simply baffling!"

She suddenly adjusted her body again, putting herself in of the bed's corners. She bent her body to fit into the tight space and then leaned forward. She now had her face and hands positioned very close to my erection. The mere fact that she was so close to it caused it to harden further.

Her mouth opened wide and I could feel her hot, moist breath caressing my member. But she did not close her mouth over it, just kept it hovering next to it. Then her pink tongue snaked out and she started to trace it across the lower base of my cock. I had to fight to keep from crying out as the sensations almost overwhelmed me...I was not prepared for their power.

"You like that don't you?" She said, taking a pause from licking my cock.

She then resumed, this time moving her tongue around its sensitive head. It was agony but it was a good agony....I couldn't help but start to audibly express my approach. My cock stiffened but she grabbed my erect member and held it firmly in place. I felt her soft, slightly cool hands press against my swollen cock as if they belonged there. Then her tongue really went into overdrive, pleasuring my sensitive organ in its entirety. I loved every minute of it and I vocally made sure she knew it too. I definitely let her know I didn't want this "cure" to cease being administered.

She started "milking" my balls with her hands while still using her tongue to drive me nearly out of my mind with the sensations it was causing. For what seemed like forever she kept this up. Several times I came close to cumming, but she stopped every time and then resumed after a delay. Using this technique she was able to keep me in ecstasy for about 45 minutes. I was surprised by how patient she was, I certainly wasn't. I desperately want to cum but she prevented me from doing so every time.

She smirked, "Let's see if you are cured of your Eproctophilia."

Then she did something that shocked the hell out of me: she farted ON my cock. For a few seconds I felt her hot air strike my oversexed member and I almost came right then and there. I cried out in surprise and more than a little delight at the resulting sensations.

I almost screamed, "Oh fuck Megumi! You are a dirty woman and I love you for it so fucking much! I love that naughty imagination of yours! Keep it up!"

She seemed pleased by my words, "You're still not cured? Impossible! I must take more extreme measures."

Her jaws closed over my cock, immersing it in hot moistness. My penis was suddenly bombarded with agonizingly pleasurable sensations: her wet tongue against my member's underside, her teeth intermittently pressing up against its sides, the textured roof of her mouth rubbing against the upper part of my erection, her hot breath assailing it from everywhere, and her saliva absolutely soaked my cock in its delightful wetness.

Megumi then took me into her mouth, rapidly sucking on my vulnerable member like a machine while caressing my balls.

I was in more pleasure than I had ever known, and I couldn't help but exclaim to my lover, "CHRIST MEGUMI THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!"

My only real regret was that my cock had been pleasured so much already that I wound up cumming in her mouth much earlier than I would have liked. But that's what happened. I explosively shot my entire series of massive loads into her mouth, flooding it with more sperm that she could hold. She swallowed most of it with several strong, loud gulps and I saw her neck expand substantially as my semen traveled down Megumi's throat on its way to her stomach.

What wasn't swallowed covered her lips and the outside of her mouth, though she licked most of it off with her tongue. What she couldn't get with that, she scooped up with her hands and licked off of her fingers.

She looked at me with the most wantonly depraved expression I had ever seen, and said in a very low naughty voice: "Yummy."

For a while I said nothing, letting the eroticism of what she said sink in. Then I spoke up: "It seems I'm not cured yet Megumi."

She smiled slightly, "I don't think you want to be, and neither do I."

I nodded, "So you like the taste of my semen?"

She signed, "What's the point of letting it go to waste? Better my stomach than your bed sheets. Besides I love eating cum. You can't get that from a vibrator. I certainly hope your balls keep producing lots of hot cum for me to eat!"

I tried to shrug, "I'll do what I can. I know that certain foods would help me increase my sperm count."

She suddenly snapped her fingers in realization, "That's what I forgot! I brought my own lunch!" She bent over the edge of the bed, and pulled up a medium-sized box. She put the container next to me and opened it. "Recognize these foods, and more importantly their side-effects?"

I recognized them almost immediately: all of these foods increased the production of gas in the human body. And considering how much explosive gas Megumi produced on a regular basis anyway, these foods would be like putting gasoline to a flame.

"I used to avoid these foods as best as I could. They tended to cause enormous amounts of gas to build up in me, much more than usual, and result in severely overpowered farts. But this time I intend to cause as much gas to come out of my system as possible. It's time."

Then she removed her panties and planted her bare bubble-butt on top of my face, or more specifically my nose. Her pussy juices were seeping onto my bare skin. I couldn't see anything; only feel the heat and moisture coming off her.

"Say you want them." she said.

This was the big moment I had been waiting for. I felt like this was where I belonged: with my face planted against Megumi's ass, my nose pressed against her anus. It was so comfortable I could have fallen asleep right then and there. I was at peace, and I relaxed. It felt so right, Megumi's ass covering my entire face as if it was destined to be there. Her butt's tight ass muscles opened and closed slightly as my nose pressed incessantly against the firm flesh. I was ready for her to feed me her farts. I wanted to inhale every single one.

"Fart in my face....my future wife."

There was a pause, and then I heard her strain. Her stomach growled loudly, and I trembled in anticipation. Her ass opened, and a gigantic blast came out that went straight my nose and into my lungs. My body flailed somewhat in response to my arousal, my lungs greedily taking all of her gas in as if it was the ultimate nourishment. I cried out in delight, though the sound was muffled by her ass.

I thought to myself, "Yes! This is what I wanted! She's feeding me....Christ is she ever!"

Her farts seemed to replenish me, both psychically and mentally. I have never been so turned on in my life, my erection had returned harder than ever.

"I want it all Megumi! I need your farts...your gas belongs in my lungs!"

Another fart came out of her body.....a soft, long hiss of hot air. I drew it all in. I loved the scent of her fart....it was so potent and vibrant! With her gas she claimed me as hers. Her farts possessed me body and soul, and I was never so content to be in one place. I felt...complete, reborn, and reinvented. I just let her gas wash over me like the tide. I relaxed and feel into that odd mid-stage between being awake and asleep. I closed my eyes.

The farts kept coming, growing in intensity. Every blast was like the greatest song every written, a symphony of womanly music that I wanted to listen to forever. Her feminine scent overpowered my senses until I could neither smell nor want to smell anything else. I completely yielded to it as all of Megumi's most private substance flooded the air and remained there. What I drew into my lungs was replaced by more. I didn't even need to consciously breathe it in; my lungs seemed to draw it in instinctively now as if it was oxygen.

"You're so quiet." I barely heard Megumi's voice; I was in too much pleasure.

Then suddenly she readjusted her ass so that her asshole was now on top of my mouth, which promptly closed over her anus as if it was vacuum-sealed. I wanted Megumi to blast her farts down my throat, and that is exactly what she did. In my half-awake state I had to fight to keep my lips closed over it. For a while I just let her chain-farts go into me. Then I managed to temporarily break out of the spell Megumi's gas had me under, not that I had minded at all. Of course I was soon right back into my disoriented state.

"Please untie one of my arms."

I desperately needed to cum and she obliged. My hand immediately grabbed my erection and I started to jack off. Then I realized I had been receiving all the pleasure from her, and giving none back. So I did the only thing I could think of at the time. I drove my tongue deep into her butt, causing her to cry out. I don't think she had been rimmed before, or at least not very often. She rewarded me by really blasting out her sexy farts, and of course that gave me more incentive to work my tongue deeper. I could tell Megumi was really enjoying this treatment. For a while this went on. Finally she planted her pussy onto of my face and told me to eat her out.

I suddenly snapped out of my trance-like state and ate her out like a wild animal. Her cries and moans of lust caused my arousal to skyrocket. I don't believe I was even thinking when I drove my tongue up her pussy and went to work. All the while I was still jacking off. Suddenly she screamed and came explosively (letting loose a few farts at the same time, probably on purpose), dousing my face with her juices.

I promptly licked all of it off of my face, and then lapped the rest out of her pussy. Her orgasm sent me over the edge and I came a few seconds after she did. Later I saw that my sperm had struck parts of the wall, bedpost, and curtains. But of course I was to busy being exhausted to notice at the time. I just rapidly started to go to sleep, and Megumi collapsed in a exhausted heap beside me (though not before using what little strength she had left to untie me). And for the first time, Megumi and I slept in the same bed.