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Miss Pruder and the Gas Class WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, SCAT, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Miss Pruder bent down to help a student at his desk. A normal teacher would have bent her knees, almost like comforting a toddler. Then again, a normal teacher wouldn’t be wearing black shorts that just barely hugged up to the top of her thighs. Most importantly, I wouldn’t be in this situation if Miss Pruder was a normal teacher, but here we are. “No, not exactly Mike, you circled three prepositions, we were looking for verbs, remember?” Her soft gentle words masked the long, SBD she was passing. But I was right next to her...and I knew exactly her intentions. The steamy egg smell poured out her asshole and I endured every second of it. Through the stretched horizon of her pants I could make out Breanne Razer fast at work on her own homework. She wasn’t aware of the hell I was going through. She’s blown plenty of guys, so I know exactly where her priorities were for this stuff. By the time Miss Pruder’s supple black booty walked back to her desk, the smell was just now hitting her. Glancing back, I saw her give a disgusted look at poor Mikey next to her. I should have told her that Miss Pruder was the one that ripped ass in her face. Then again, I should have told her she shrinks her students down to the size of baby carrots. PRRAAOOBTT! FFLLTTT! BBRRLLBBLTTLTTRR! BBBBMMPTTT! The four farts were quick but were by no means tiny. As Miss Pruder ass blasted into my face, it seemed like her string of gas would never end. BBBLLLRRLLBBPRRRRRRRRR! “Oh yes! Oh shit,” she said disinterested. I was flung to the ground, safe away from her fart slowly dying off. She sighed, dusting me off and picking me up. “Kyle, what did I tell you? You suck up every fart or we go again next period. No excuses.” For a moment, I was speechless, brought face to face with her stunning looks. I had no idea how she got to dress like that as a teacher. A tight fitting overshirt, exposing plenty of boob and even arms. I already mentioned the pants, which held her plump figure tight. Maybe that was what got the superintendent give her the OK on her uniform. What guy in his position is going to say no to a big black butt caught up in pants like those? Not to mention her gorgeous eyes and face and her sweet, sexy voice. God, the porno practically writes itself!...well until it turns into a horror story. I saw her reach for her bean burrito lunch before ass again. She pulled her pants now, giving me a wide view of her spotless black butt. FFRRRMMMMPPBBTTTT! The fart pushed out with force and she now held a cheek open with her free hand. No more clenched up silent puckers for me. “Miss Pruder, I’ve been in your ass for 2 weeks now!” I protested. “I’m sorry, I really am! How come Danny and Craig aren’t getting-” PPTTTUUTTT! BLLRRPPTTT! I coughed as her asshole silenced me with two pushes. “Why AREN’T Danny and Craig being punished? Was that what you were going to say?” she said. God, she’s just a remedial English teacher...I think I’d rather her take her farts more seriously. PPLLLTTTTTT! Then again, maybe not. “They are getting punished, don’t you worry,” she added. I was now placed inside her cheeks, clenched shut bewteen her asshole. “You get weekdays in my room and they service me on the weekends. Plain and simple.” PPPTTRRRRLLLUUUPPTT! “Oaaah, that was juicy!” she exclaimed. I had to concur as the rank smell of chicken blasted straight into my mouth. “Your friends receive plenty of farts like that at my house, unrestrained and at full force. Not quite like the classroom. Would you rather switch?” PPLLLLOOPPTT! BBRRPPTT! As the two small farts pushed her asshole and me forward, I couldn’t help but feel she was looking out for me on this one...so I declined. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I braced as Miss Pruder’s asshole began to expand. PPTTUURRRLLBBBLBLBLBLBB! It was long and accentuated, with plenty of echo inside the bathroom walls. I begged for someone to be in a stall so I could cry for help. There wasn’t, Miss Pruder was smart like that. BBLLLTT! PPRRRPP! I heard her sigh and lean against the bathroom door as her anus expelled the last of her gas into my face. The bathroom smell would go back to normal after her dump was done flushing down. I however, would be tasting plenty of her unwashed asscrack as 5th period went on. PRRPPP! The fart squeaked out small enough to not be heard by the silent classroom..except by me. Miss Pruder sunk deeper into her chair and I yelped as her massive cheeks sunk me furhter into her shitstained asscrack. It was only a half hour since the class began and I was already feeling nauseous. I heard footsteps...someone was coming up to her desk to ask a question. “Miss Pruder, I-” BLOOPT! The small fart was clenched together with her asscheeks. I was silenced by her massive weight and shit smell thrown in my face. “What can I help you with Clarissa?” she asked. In an instant, she reached behind her feeling along her massive booty. I felt her fingers push on my backside. I tried screaming and fighting, but I was soon buried in her anus...no longer a threat. For an agonizing hour I stayed in her asshole as gentle farts caked the walls of her anus. FFLLRROOPT! PPTTTUURLLBBPT! The gas caught up only to me, otherwise she’d be showing a lot less restraint. With every fluctuation I felt the squeeze of her pooper push me further out her ass. I clawed and fought back, desperate for freedom. I heard her sigh and it was too late. PPPSSSSSSSSSRRTT! The fart wasn’t exactly silent, but had the lasting effect. Eggy dog food smell poured into my senses and I was dulled by the smell. I grew tired with every moment and eventually grew to just fester in her asshole. I was no different than a turd she had previously shat out. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My spirits lifted as I heard the bell ring and students shuffle out the door. Freedom at last...or so I thought. She grunted and I felt her asshole squeeze the life out of me as I was pushed along. BBRRRRAFFFBBPPTT! With an insanely loud fart I was shout out her anus into a plastic bag. She sighed, relieved and I coughed my little brains out. “What...the fuck!” I finally managed to shout. Miss Pruder’s ass stayed, unaffected by my outbursts. I had to cough a little more as her stink still poured from her asshole. But then, it started pouring a little more. A turd began crowning and I was at a loss for words as it made it’s way into the bag. It was by no means a massive log that was meant for the toilet...but as it grew and grew I soon realized that she had every intention of filling the bag-with me inside. “Miss Pruder, wait!” Too late. The soft, slurry shit coiled it’s way on top of me and kept going on and on. The sour rank smell of her feces pushed me down to the bottom of the bag. “I’m sorry Kyle but you still must take your punishment. Punishment is the only way you are going to learn. I can’t have your outbursts getting in the way.” PLLLLRRRPPSSTT! The sly shit smeared fart announced the beginning of my hell inside the plastic bag. Miss Pruder sealed the lid, then tossed me in her dresser drawer to marinate in her hot mushy shit. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My lesson. That was all I could think about. All this torture under Miss Pruder’s ass...for weeks! All of it was for one stupid, simple mistake. It was 8th period and all of us were bored out our minds. It was some makeup day or whatever...it’s been too long for me to remember. Miss Pruder bent her ass in my face, unintentionally. I was in Breanne’s position earlier, put in front of this magnificent spectacle of booty. My friends and I had always joked about how sexy Miss Pruder was. We all said some things, dared each other to do those things. I never thought we’d actually do anything...but now, we most certainly did. My fingers moved forward, totally eclipsed by her ass. It might have gone unnoticed; I tried to pick the meatiest part to section out. Gently, my fingers squeezed, plucking out an ample portion of Miss Pruder’s ass. My friends turned away and giggled, witnessing my bravery...and stupidity. Miss Pruder walked away like nothing had happened. She only stopped me as I left for class. “Don’t you wish you were this small?” she asked, holding up a pinky finger. I shrunk instantly, and my life has been for the worst ever since. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was disgusting toilet bowl water, surrounded by hot shit which had melted to the texture of a cream. But I was relieved to be cleansed in one form or another. “Now, my little fart catcher...have you learned your lesson?” Miss Pruder asked above the toilet bowel. She smiled, her face bent down to watch me swim in her filth. “Yes Miss Pruder!” I shouted, as loud and sincere as I could. “I’ll never pinch your ass again! Or, or anyone else, I geuss!” Miss Pruder laughed displaying her majestical power with every pitch. “You silly boy! That was just for talking in class. Now, THIS is for pinching my little booty.” She turned round, pulling her pants down to sit on the toilet lid. I won’t go into the details of her monstrous shit. She had 10 minutes to kill before a teachers meeting. She also had a snack of devilled eggs and some leftover yogurt. All of it combined for a massive shitstorm of diarrhea and ungodly sounds and smells that will never leave my brain. She spent the last two minutes simply sitting on the toilet lid, her massive booty sealing me in with the stink. BBRRRRRRAAAABBBBPPPPTTTTTSSTT! “Ahhh! So, did you learn your lesson Kyle?” I most certainly did. |
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