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Queen Stink WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, FART/BUTT FETISHISM, SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS, AND SCAT. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. Shoutout to Kazindor for the character and story idea. I hope you all like it! Also, warning, it’s a long one! Bellwood High School had shared a troubling past with its sister schools. The state of California had long since chastised it for typical public school problems: bullying, drug abuse, and poor academic scholarship. During recent years, they’ve increased steadily; that is, until Yukie Large came to Bellwood. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Breakfast croissant,” Yukie said, holding out a hand. Emma delicately made sure she had full grip on the bacon-egg and cheese breakfast before handing it to her-she didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Yukie’s wrath. That was Mark’s job. BBBBLLLRRRRBBTTTTUUTTT! “Ohhhhh.” Yukie moaned as the poor boy squirmed underneath the car seat. Her asshole fully engrained the eggy fart into his skull, leaving a little to stick in Emma’s throat. “Schedule!” said Yukie. “Oh, sorry Goddess Yukie…” Emma timidly scrambled for her clipboard, jumping as Yukie let off another rancid fart in her car. Emma had been Yukie’s assistant since she’d arrived last year...the endless hours of taking appointments, making sure who sniffed her ass when, all the while doing her homework...it certainly took a toll on her nerves. “Well it says Neil should have your science test back today. There doesn't seem to be anything due, but I’ve double checked with Mein and he says he’s sorry about the Calculus. He wants to see you at lunch-” FFRRRRAAAABBLLLLTTTTT! “Oh I’ll see his ass all right! And he’ll see mine!” Mark gagged as her sour scent hung around his skull. Her ass weighed deeply on his throat as she jiggled in anger. “And when are we replacing this whelp?! I thought you said Katie was coming back today!” “Sorry Yukie, she’s still at home sick.” “Ugh, what is it this time? Mono, the flu, being a little fucking cunt? COFFEE!” BBBLLLLAAARRRBBUUUTTT! Mark groaned as her fart flavor switched from severe to much more stinky. Her farts got horrendous when she was angry. “The doctor said she had severe inflamed pink eye...the cause is...unknown.” Yukie smiled at the information, actually dwelling a little bit of happiness in the morning. “Tell her my ass misses her. And she better bring lots of eye drops the next time I see her.” PPTTRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLRRR! Mark passed out by the time they got to school. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She walked towards the lockers with pride in her step. BBBLLUURRRRRTTTTTT! FRRRRRRUUMMMMPPPTTTT! Every other sway of her cheeks brought another rancid fart to squeak out for a second or two. The smell carried, but no one dare address it to her. If you were lucky, you didn’t have a beef with Yukie. If you weren’t lucky, you’d better hope Yukie didn’t have a beef stew lunch entree’. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PPRRRRAAAALLLLLTTTT! “What’s your name, you bitch?!” BBBLLLLOOOOOOOOOTT! Yukie’s ass ripped free and naked-she had no need for fart restrictive undies under her skirt. FFFFLLLTTRRLLLTTT! Which meant the poor freshman shoved in his locker received the full flavor of her bacon toots. “My-..my name is Parem!” The freshman coughed as she laid another smelly ripper against the cold locker walls. Her ass blocked any escape as she held it open to rip ass into his little hovel. “Well, Parem, I saw you leaving yesterday and you didn’t hold the door open for me. You have a problem with me you little shit?!” FFRRTTRLLAARRBBLLOOTTT! Her ass drew nearer and Parem cried; it was like having a roaring lion yell with the smell of a dying animal. “I-I didn’t know anyone was behind me...I, I had headphones on, see!” The poor boy held out his headphones, which Yukie quickly snatched. “Give me that! It’s impolite to not hold the door open for a lady. I see you behind me, and see? I’m opening the door for you now!” BBBLLLTRRRRRRUUUTTTTT! The boy choked on his lesson as Yukie slammed the locker door. She made sure it was locked. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cheryl was minding her own business as always in Mr. Faygo’s room. She sat in her corner desk, doodling on a notepad. Suddenly, Yukie’s shadow drew overhead, followed by her unmistakably raw scent. “You're in my seat, slut.” Cheryl looked up to find Yukie simply turn around, her large cheeks already descending. BBRRRRRFFFFFFTTTTTT! The airy fart spurred Cherl into action as the large booty fell close to her face. She tasted the garlic scent along with fabric, just before Yukie met her face. A close call indeed. “Alright, everyone take your seats,” said Mr. Faygo, entering the room. “Umm, Cheryl...you need to sit down.” Cheryl looked around the room for an open desk. “Well I-Mr. Faygo, Yukie took my...umm.” Yukie smiled and crossed her arms. There were no open desks to take. Mr Faygo simply looked away with no help-the rest of the students were already fanning their desks about the room. “Here Cheryl, I have a seat for you,” Yukie sneered. Cheryl turned around to find Yukie leaning up in her desk. FFTTRRRRAAABBPPTTT! Cheryl's eye’s watered in sadness and repulsion; the farts would only be worse under Yukie’s massive bottom. Class continued, as normally as it could. PPTTRRRAAAABBBTTT! Everyone tried to ignore Yukie; the horrid smell, the groaning and moaning in pleasure, and the constant echoing farts. Cheryl, understandably, had a harder time. PPRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTT! Yukie adjusted her hole right above the girl’s mousy nose. Cheryl tried pushing her off, her stick like arms meeting hard thick ass meat. Yukie giggled as Mr. Faygo tried his hardest to look away at the torture in his classroom. “So anyway, covalent bonds have chemical properties unrelated to-” FFFBBOOOOOOOTTTTT! “-Oh god, sorry...I uh, dropped my marker.” A sudden heaving came from Cherl as the bean flavored toot reached the room. It didn’t stop. “HRGH...HRGGH! HRGGHH!” The girl’s chest heaved uncontrollably under her captor. “She has asthma! She needs her inhaler!” Stacy; she was a popular bitch Yukie thoroughly despised. “Then she can wait for it after class.” Yukie responded. The class couldn’t help but look in horror as Yukie rose, tilting the girls head back. Her mouth was left ajar as Yukie sat back down. BBRRRRRRROOOMMMMTTTTT! “Ohhhhh,” Yukie sighed; she breathed deep, letting out another 5 second ripper. PPLLLLRRRLLTRRTTTT! “Mr. Faygo, you were saying?” Yukie was keeping the girl breathing...of sorts. The intense methane intake would probably send her to the special ed classrooms...or the hospital. Class continued as normally as it could until the bell rang. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Everyone sprung to help Yukie’s victim- of course, once Yukie left the classroom and the fart room had dissipated in the room. Yukie’s devoted carriage ride of slaves waited outside, respectfully unconcerned with her actions. “Alright, let’s go boys. I need to head to my locker before lunch, but first, a quick trip to the ladies room. Hell, maybe too.” PPTTRRRLLBBBOOOTT! She released a raunchy fart in one of her slave’s faces as they tried to pick her up. “Let’s go!” she said. “Wait, Yukie wait!” came a voice. She signaled to be put down and turned to find Travis Reynard already on his knees. “Yukie I- I hadn’t got the chance to see you...you must have been busy all weekend right? Gosh your so pretty, I mean, sorry, I can’t-” Yukie sighed and planted his face between her cheeks. FFFBBBRRRRAAAAOOORTT! Travis struggled but began sucking the harsh fart air from her hole. He and his kind had earned the title “Brownnoser” quite appropriately for sucking up to Yukie. Even a star football player like Travis had dreams of having Yukie for his own. For one sick reason or another. BBBBBRRLLAABBRTTT! Of course, she wouldn’t let them. “Were you at Central Park this weekend Travis?” Yukie mumbled. He spoke between licking her salty wet asshole. “Oh yes, Yukie! I was there from, gosh, five to eleven o clock! You were probably busy though, weren’t you?” Yukie smiled, drawing him in closer and letting a silent fart send him into a sputtering fix. “You’re so sweet Travis. And yes I was busy.” She was at home, watching TV with a slave she’d brought home over the weekend. “Tell you what, why don’t you meet me in Central Park again. And bring chocolates. And tacos. Don’t be late.” BBTTRRRRRRRRPPPP! Her fart signaled her loose promise. “Wait, Yukie! y-You said you’d give me your number!” He held out his phone between her massive thighs. She sighed and snatched it, placing it in the folds of her asscrack. BBLLLTTRRRLLRRRRTTT! Travis gasped as the lewd fart shot the phone into his lap; a true testament to her bootie’s power. “Don’t be late,” she called, already riding her slave chariots. Travis sat on the floor and sniffed the fart from his phone until there was nothing but plastic smell. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yukie leaned down and grabbed Mein’s salami sandwich. “Hey, what the hell-” he stopped when he saw Yukie’s belly button popping out from her shirt. She tossed the “C-” Calculus paper in front of him. “Care to explain?” Yukie was already half finished with his sandwich. “Yukie, I’m sorry, Ms. Grober, she thought it was my test and I was up late last night! I swear, I’ll get her to change it, I-” FFRRRRRRRRAAAATTTT! Yukie said nothing, simply scooting over the table to plant her asscheeks over the boy’s face. His friend quickly dispersed, leaving him alone and helpless. Yukie stroked his hair and spoke. “I know the stereotype, ‘all asians are smart at math’ isn’t true. But I thought you were.” BBBRRRLLLBBBBUUTTT! The spicy salami fart inflated the skirt, causing a hot air balloon of stink inside for Mein. Yukie let him choke for a second before placing another sandwich in front of him. “Eat it.” she said. Mein hesitantly opened the bag and gagged. “You don’t like it? I can make you another one, a lot fresher…” Yukie pulled up her skirt, revealing her naked ass in front of the whole cafeteria. BBBLLLLLLLLLLRRRTTT! The rippling fart echoed across the silent room. Mein picked up the sandwich and slowly bit into it while the cafeteria watched. He gagged and instantly upchucked it, luckily into his lunch bag nearby. Yukie smiled. “I like trading lunch with you Mein. Do you not like my shit sandwiches?” She scooted her buttocks towards his bag. FFRRAAAAABBBMMOOTTT! The sour fart caused Mein to continue his vomiting. “If you don’t want to trade lunch again I suggest you get the score changed. And keep me at an A+. Understand?” Mein could only nod in tears. Yukie skipped away happily. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yukie already hated the new kid. He was loud and boisterous, bragging about his So-Cal skate style with his douchey snapback hat. It was the kind of kid that existed before she came to Bellwood, that is, before she flipped the school on it’s head. She walked over to his homeroom desk where his friends encircled him. BBBLLLLTTRRRRRRRR! The fart purred out quietly, but noticeably, especially when the nacho cheese hit the group’s lips. They fell silent- all except the new dumb kid. “Whoa shit that smells! Who was that?!” He was laughing at the smell, at least for now, while Yukie glared down at him. “Ah shit a girl ripped that ass! That’s fuckin’ nasty dude, shit!” Yukie turned around, planting her asscheeks on the desk. She lifted her skirt. “What did you say about my farts?” The class scooted away as her asshole bursted forth: PPSSSSLLUUUBBBBTTTTTT! Now the kid was silent- he stared at her fat tan asscheeks as the heat wave of stink hit him. Her asshole vibrated violently and when all was said and done, there was a small trail of harsh brown on the desk….left by Yukie. “Hey, ladies, what are you doing?! THE FUCK?!” The homeroom girls carried the kid with one hand and held their noses following Yukie. “Right there, that stall.” she pointed. The kid was flung along the toilet lid, his head hitting the bowl. “Ow, what the fuck? What are you-” Yukie had already turned around, her naked asscheeks fully sealing the boy in the bowl. FFTTTTTTTTTUUURRRRRLLLL! The fart rolled around the toilet bowl with no place to hide the stink but in the skater boy’s face. “AH SHIT! STOP STOP, I’M SORRY!” PPPLLLLLLLLTTOOOOOOOPP! Yukie grunted as the slimy fart hit his blond, douchey hair. “Fruit smoothie.” she called. Emma appeared suddenly and handed her mistress a smoothie the lunch ladies had prepared. Every fruit they could find, every percent of milk, along with a few days old orange juice boxes. Yukie gulped it down in seconds while her victim tried to pry himself loose. FFTTTLLLRRRUUBBBLLRRBBTT! Yukie sighed as the raw, fruity fart make him gag and yell. Emma looked away and shut the door for her mistress. The girls began to walk out the restroom sorrowfully, wishing the blessings of god on the boy. “What did you say your name was, dickhead?” “It’s Anthony!” he cried. BBLLRRAAUUUSSSGGGHHTTTTT! Anthony was met with a quick dribble of shit flavored juice. Yukie laughed at his disgusted cries. “Well Anthony, I’m going to fill you in on how this school works. I’m Yukie and what I say goes. Got it?” BBBRRRLLLSSSHOOOTTSSSS! Liquid brown diarrhea flowed out her asshole like a faucet. She continued to talk over his screaming and her drips of shit. “I don’t care who you are or where you come from. If you're with me, you’re my bitch. And if you ever disrespect me, well…” PPPHHAAAAARSSSSPPTTT! There was very little noise from Anthony now. The entire bathroom reeked with Yukie’s feces. She rose with a smile on her face. Anthony’s skull was resting in a full toilet bowl of shit, his mouth just barely able to swallow the acidic sour juices. “Welcome to Bellwood high.” Yukie bent down towards the boy’s pathetic face. He whimpered as her bulging brown asshole opened again. BBSSSSLLLAAAAAAAAATTT! A hot eggy fart came, with the taste of her breakfast croissant. Yukie giggled and wiped herself. She threw the toilet paper onto Anthony’s face and left the restroom, letting him reflect on his first day at Bellwood high.
PART 2: Home Training Mark and Emma blushed as they both reached for the colored pencils. Mark pushed them her way and continued his work, avoiding eye contact. “Thanks for helping me with this psychology diagram,” said Emma sheepishly. Mark smiled. “No problem. It’s nice to have someone to catch up on homework. I know you’re kind of busy since...you know.” Emma silently nodded. Yukie Toyomi made everyone’s life a living hell. Most, like Emma, accepted her brute, gassy behavior into their lives. Mark found a fire within him to resist it when he was with Emma. “I mean, I just don’t understand her! How can she be such, such a bitch!” “Uh yeah,” Emma said, her head down. “God she’s so gross. Someone needs to give her a mint, or some laxatives or something….and another thing, I-”. Mark stopped dead cold as the thick skin rolled over the top of his head. He became draped under a bright red dress and the fumes came shortly after. Bitter and strong; Yukie Toyomi had come to her resting place on his face. Mark shivered as her raw pussy ran along his nose, till her asshole came into into play. Mark could feel it’s light brown sticky texture along his nostrils; he smelt the millions of farts that could put a regular man to sleep. Yukie sighed gently as her ass cheeks lumped around Mark’s skull, causing a crick in his neck. “How is everyone on this fine afternoon. Emma? Mark.” Mark breathed in desperately as her asshole tensed with his name. Her booty gave a faint growl deep within. “Thank you for bringing Mark to me Emma. What’s our schedule look like tomorrow?” Yukie’s booty growled again; Mark could hear the faint scrape inside a plastic cup and some chewing. “Well your homework is done and it looks like we don’t have any b-beefs tomorrow.” Emma hurriedly cleaned up their mess and rose. “Also, Katie is ready to ride with us to school tomorrow.” “Tell her to take another day off. Mark will be staying the night, he should be able to handle my morning farts. Isn’t that right, Mark?” BBBBLLLRRAAAARRRRTTT! The fart came without warning, with a sudden gurgle, like more was bubbling in the back. Mark moaned; he tasted salty ramen noodles shot straight into his nose. “That will be all Emma. Have a nice Sunday.” PPPRRRRROOOOOTTTTT! Emma scurried out of the house before the sodium filled fart could ruin her day any further. Mark wasn’t as lucky. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Despite her cheery demeanor, Yukie was far from forgiving on Mark’s comments. They sat in silence in the living room, or rather, Yukie sat on Mark, letting her fierce soupy farts coat his brain. A good fifteen fart minutes passed before she rose. “Come on Mark. I have some studying to do of my own.” Yukie kicked Mark as he panted on the carpet, trying to alleviate the raunchy smell. He quickly got up and followed Yukie. They entered Yukie’s room in silence, where she now grabbed him by the collar. Mark was flung onto a desk chair where her dress was lifted to reveal her glowing white booty cheeks. She spread them, revealing a pinkish brown butthole that could use a good wash. “Lick,” she simply commanded, falling onto Mark’s unwilling lips. FFFTTUURRRLLLTTTTSSBBTT! Yukie knew full well her ass juice pumped onto Mark’s lips; Mark knew full well he was supposed to lick it off. It was how their relationship worked and Mark was quick to learn not to disagree. “You see Mark, everyone at Bellwood is my bitch. Everyone. Some people just need to learn it in different ways. Your little friend Emma? It took one fart of my glorious ass to set her straight. That douchebag Anthony? He needed a whole bowl of shit.” BBRRRRRFFFFFFFTTTTT! The slow dry fart brought back the story of Anthony to Mark. His whole body shook in fear as Yukie now rose. “Which reminds me...bathroom. Now.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mark was crying and pleading so hard that Yukie had to shove him into the bathroom. She locked the door behind them and walked over to Mark. “Yukie, please! I’m sorry! You're the Queen of the school, I know that! Please don’t shit on me, I-” Yukie shushed him, slowly lifting her skirt. Mark cough a glimpse of her pubic hair covered asscrack before she sat on the porcelain throne. She smiled sinisterly and beckoned Mark closer. He was sobbing as he scooted towards her belly. “You weren't allowed in the girl’s bathroom, so you didn’t get to see what happened. I’ll give you a little synopsis.” Yukie grabbed the boy’s head and pushed it closer. Her booty gurgled and she adjusted her ass, which spilled over the edge of the seat. “Oh no, that last shit was too runny. Ah well, Ramen noodles and Chef Boyardee will have to do. HRGH!” Mark yelped as her fingernails dug into his scalp. The pain was only beginning. BBBRRRPPLLPPLLLLTTTTTT! The fart echoed along the toilet bowl, eventually passing her musky cunt and parlaying into Mark’s nose. “Ahhh, I know you can smell it Mark? The flavor, hmmm? Imagine being trapped inside, my asshole inches away. HRGH!” Mark was shaking as another fart ripped through. PPTTTTTTPPPSSSSOOTTT! Through the darkness Mark could see her shit as it squeeked out her asshole. A long, slimy log, snaking along the toilet bowl. Her hands gripped tighter and moved closer to the gap near her the front of the bowl. “Ohhhh! What’s it smell like Mark? Tell me!” FFFRRRAAAAPPBBBTTTTT! The second slimy log snaked on top, as thick as a baseball bat. Mark screamed as he watched the shit pile closer and closer to her booty. “Tell me! Sniff it, or I’ll get you where you can!” PPLLLLRRRAAAATTT! “It, I dunno! It smells like, AGH, it smells like shit!” Yukie laughed, letting out a series of squeeky farts. “You're goddamn right it does! And lots of it. Lots and...UUGGHH! A third log emerged. Mark whimpered as tiny farts ran along the bowl; her shit found its resting place on the pile. BBRRRLLLAAAAGGHTT! A saggy shart sent the last in. Yukie sighed in relief while Mark was struggling to escape for fresh air. It was horrendous, like being caught beside a shit volcano. Yukie ran her hands through his head while he was crying. “If you don’t want to be caught under that, you do everything I say, right?” Mark was too distraught to talk- he hurriedly nodded. Yukie released him and rose. “Oh, and you lick my asshole clean. For starters.” Yukie rose overhead, spreading her asscheek and bending near the whimpering Mark’s face. “If you won’t lick this, you can lick the toilet bowl clean.” Mark sighed and drew his strength, cursing Emma for getting him in this situation. Gradually, he drew his tounge forward till it met the taste of her shit. BBLLAAPPT! FFLLRTTT! Her asshole seemed to be ticklish with laughter as Mark hurriedly licked along the crack and hole. “Go deep fartboy. Trust me, you’ll save yourself some smell for later.” Yukie pushed his head in deeper and flushed the toilet. Mark withdrew once finished, grateful that the main source of stink was gone. He could feel the shit already piling back up. “I’m taking a shower. Outside.” said Yukie, reading his mind. FFFLLRRBBAAAUURRGGTTT! Mark made a deep throat noise trying to keep his puke in from the familiar tasting fart. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mark sat on Yukie’s bed with a sore throat, a throbbing headache, and a broken heart. He thought Emma and him were friends. How could she sell him out to this- this monster?! Yukie gave him little acknowledgement of his problems as she entered the room, completely naked and wet. Mark’s blood went cold as she bent down into her dresser drawer only a few feet away. BBBBSSSRRSSSTTTTT! A spray of wet fart shot past her full moon; despite his general disgust, Mark looked on in interest. Her asshole was as abnormally large and beautiful as her supple ass cheeks. It groaned as it expanded, personifying it in some weird way to Mark. He wished her personality was as gentle as her farts were disgusting. Mark scowled when the wet hot dog flavored fart hit his mouth- not a chance. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The following pillow talk was far less arousing. Mark laid by Yukie’s backside, taking in the last favorable smells of her strawberry shampoo. She then tightened her robe and pushed his head into the back of it. “This is where you sleep, fartboy. Here’s the rules: I fart, you sniff. Simple.” BBBRRRRLLAAATTTT! The fart rumbled on the cloth, pushing past the linen to eventually find Mark’s nose. He gagged at the acidic smell. “Oh trust me, they get worse underneath.” said Yukie. She flung the robe around his face to let him see,(or smell). “This is where you’ll spend the night if I wake up to smell my farts. And let me give you some ideas on taking bathroom breaks-leave those to me. If I see you leave this bed you’ll be carrying me down to the kitchen. You and I are gunna have a little midnight snack.” BBRRLLLTTRRRUUURRTTT! Her asshole illustrated the meaning quite clearly. Yukie pushed a gagging Mark out her robe and against it once more. “Now get sniffing.” Mark got little sleep between being knocked unconscious by her rank night toots. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mark thought he was dreaming when Yukie’s asshole hung above him. Then the smell hit him-he wasn’t. The same shit smell rained down, inches above his nose. Yukie whispered in the dark. “Lick.” Mark was wide awake as his tounge hit the dry, musky asshole; he found clumps of asshair and shit along the edges of her inner anus. “Ah the morning shits. Much more dyer. Luckily for you.” Yukie showed him just how “lucky” he was by letting a silent, eggy morning fart coat his teeth. “I’ll be showering and in the car in 15 minutes. You better be in that car seat when I’m there.” She rose and left him sleepily digest her asshole’s taste on his tounge. Mark felt himself lazily drift back into a slumber, which he forced himself to jerk awake to. It wasn’t worth the hassle. Yukie skipped to her car and flung open the driver seat. She hadn’t even the courtesy to let her toot finish outside the car before she sat on Mark. BBBLLLLLRRAAAABBBTTTT! “Ahh, a lot more coming than that, right Emma?” Yukie slugged her assistant’s shoulder and giggled as she yelped. “I- well, actually, your Goddess, you don’t have any beefs with anyone today.” “Oh really? Well we’ll have to make some. BREAKFAST CROISSANT!” Emma jumped and handed her mistresses the fart food, looking away as she disgustingly scarfed it down. “Good gas like this can’t go to waste. Am I right, Mark?” FFFFBBBRRLLLAAAOOOTTT! Mark was luckily passed out. Unluckily enough, he endured plenty of eggy methane farts to cause numerous brain cells to die.
PART 3: Relations Mark and Emma loved Saturdays. It was their one night off from Yukie to do whatever, to live their lives. Usually, they spent it together, hanging out in Emma’s basement. Mark ran his lips along Emma’s neck. She giggled and squirmed her neck; she was delightfully ticklish. Being two young, horny teenagers it didn’t take long for a movie and cuddle to turn into sex. It’s initiation was always so innocent, so happily agreed upon slowly and slowly. Emma grabbed his face and kissed it. They made out for a good while, lost in the smell of each other’s deodorant and the soft wool blankets. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yukie Toyomi’s favorite day was Sunday. She never took a break from her “lifestyle”, but now she had someone to share it with. Someone unwilling and desperate to be somewhere else. BBRRRLLLRRRRRRBBPPTTTT! “Mmmmmm.” Yukie couldn’t help but say something to her delight. She took in the ripples along her fart hole, not to mention Mark’s accelerated breaths underneath her asscheeks. He was taking in the full smell of her dinner, a buffet of squid and chicken stir fry, some leftover garlic bread, and a glass of Pinot wine. She also drank a glass of milk to give Mark some flavor downstairs. FFFBBBUUULlTTSSSHHHTT! She pushed a little too hard, all too purposely. “Lick,” she commanded. Mark’s skull hustled to lick the ass slime slowly drooling around her gaped brown asshole. Yukie looked back. She could barely make out the whelp of a freshman underneath her white asian asscheeks. BBRRRRROMMMPPTT! They jiggled as she farted and Mark struggled under the fishy toot. He endured that, along with all 250 pounds of her sexy, plump Asian figure. Her strange Asian body type was a powerhouse for stink. Her farts were powerful enough to make her old school send her to Bellwood. FFFLLLAAABBBTTTT! Powerful enough to have her new school kneel underneath her. PPPRRRLLAABBTT! Powerful enough to enslave Mark in her servitude...and almost knock him out from the fumes. What a pathetic little shit. She rose, adjusting her dress over her booty. “Follow.” she commanded. Mark gasped for air, only to be met with her silent, garlic filled fart as he walked behind her. Yukie smiled walking in front of him. He’d taste much more of that, but first, a little homework with her favorite slave. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Emma couldn’t help but shiver as Mark bit her ear gently and reached around to scrape her vagina with his fingers. “Ohh! Sorry.” she said quietly. She needn’t apologize; they were both awkward and bed and equally scrawny. Emma was now foreign beauty powerhouse like Yukie, just a plain normal girl for a plain normal boy. They fit each other perfectly. Mark and Emma’s excitement had reached a peak. Mark began lifting her shirt, making sure to adjust the covers so she wouldn’t shiver from the cold. They locked eyes and smiled. Emma stuck her hand down his pants, her mission to take off his garments. She got a little distracted stiffening his penis with her fingers. They both spent a few minutes just touching and feeling, with equal consent and equal relief achieved from the other. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yukie could see that Mark wanted to be any place but here...and she thrived off it. FFRRRBBBAAAATRRTT! “Ohhh, that was wet!” she said, mostly to herself. Mark looked away as the fart bubbled in the toilet bowl. He avoided eye contact with Yukie, as well as the rest of her naked body on the toilet. BBBRRRRMMPPTTTT! Yukie had the time of her life, feeling sweet relief as she cleared her bowls, watching her slave inch away as she did so. There was a gurgling in her stomach and she prepped herself for the big squeeze. BBBBBLRRRRAAABBBBTSSSSHLLLTTTTTT! “Ohhhhhh,” she moaned as the fart sent black liquid shit from her meal parading into the toilet bowl. Nothing compared to the feeling of a good bowel movement...except for a slave to catch it, however. Yukie resisted the urge to shove her playmate under her waterfall of feces. PPPSSSHHAAAALLLBBBTTTTTT! She could imagine him filling his mouth to the brim, choking on the scorching taste of her spicy Asian cuisine. But that punishment was reserved for the resilient. Mark sat quietly next to her, listening and smelling his potential punishment should he step out of line. Yukie found this a much more effective teaching tool. She grabbed the top of Mark’s head as she braced herself. PPRRAOOOOOOPPPTTT! The final, resounding shart made Mark jump: “This could be for you,” it seemed to say. Now Yukie rose, putting Mark’s obedience to the test. Her asscheeks were spread and Mark filled the space with his face. Yukie quietly sighed, enjoying his wet tounge on her asshole, still warm from the friction of farts and shit. BBBBLLLTTTRRRAATTT! Mark recoiled and made a tantalizing gagging sound; her wine must have done a little more intoxication through the fart. “Lick,” she commanded. Mark dove back in unwillingly, afraid of the punishment. Yukie lovingly scratched her slave’s neck as he tore at the shit clumps clinging to her ass hairs. He did such a good job. She’d trained him well. FFFTTTOLLOOBBTTTT! Mark licked faster, eager to endure less farts for his time. He tongued his Mistresses anus so forcefully Yukie felt she might shit again. She smiled and flushed the toilet...no dice. The water began to rise to the tip of the bowl. Another job well done. Mark was either painting or sobbing beneath the weight of her booty. No toilet plunger could unclog Yukie’s devastating shits...he’d have to use his hands. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mark was done using his hands. He dove headfirst into Emma’s womanhood, kissing the lips until his tounge penetrated on the inside. Emma gave a shrill squeal, like a mouse who had gotten a whole roll of cheese for a birthday present. Mark loved her little noises...and she loved Mark’s presents. Emma wished she could summon the courage to return the favor. Ever since Yukie had shoved her down to ass level she had been permanently scarred; she didn’t want to be near anyone’s down parts. Mark had no fear, tonguing expertly, hitting every spot. Up, down, side to side, the whole alphabet spelled out. They were both awkward first timers but Mark seemed to be an expert at cuntillingus, at leats to Emma. She trapped his head with her legs, inviting him in as long as he’d stay. Mark happily obliged. Pleasing Emma orally was as good as pleasing himself. She tasted like...he couldn’ describe, seawater maybe? Certainly better than Yukie, that was for sure. When Mark was done he was still hard from the experience. Emma panted and grinned as he began gripping her thighs, ready to insert another stiff organ into her soft spot. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Yukie knew the shower wouldn’t help with her taste. The rank mists of her asshole couldn’t be washed away with soap and water,(although for hygiene's sake she occasionally inserted a bar of soap into her rectum). It didn’t matter. Her taste was not for Mark’s benefit. Yukie rode the dildo forcefully as it gaped her not so delicate pussy. SHLOP SHLOP SHLOP SHLOP. Her fluids ran freely, causing a healthy spray of pussy juice to coat the phallus and Mark’s mouth. The other end of the headset was inserted into Mark’s face-every pump from Yukie’s end sent a little cock into Mark’s mouth as well. Serves him right, the smelly little faggot. BBBBRRRRAAAALLUGGTTT! Yukie relaxed, letting the ripply fart excite her. What was better was Mark’s reaction. The dry fart mixed with her pussy slime, a bitter concoction of stink he couldn’t escape. His mouth was trapped and the smell went directly into his flared nostrils. Yukie began riding the cock again, excited at his despair. FFRRTT! BBLLLTT! PPLLLAAPP! Mark was forced to watch her asshole expand in his face with every pump. It was like it was breathing for Yukie, expelling her sex waste onto his face. Yukie felt herself getting very close, listening to her subject grow sick beneath her. His tiny little penis looked so criminally silly compared to the cock she was riding. It was an unrealistic standard,(for men, maybe not a centaur) but it wasn’t the heterosexual vibe she was after. FFFRRRAAFFFFFFF! It was the tortured reaction from Mark, feeling his jaw beg for an end, his snot clogging his airspace filled with the smells of her raw pussy and fecal matter. She slid along one more time and lept off for the climax. Mark’s taint was punched. He yelped in pain, whence Yukie made her move. She expertly positioned herself over his mouth. BBBBBBRRAAAAABBBBBBLLBBOOTT! A 10 second fart squeezed out her asshole in a sensational bubble that sent Yukie’s clitorious wild. She flicked her bean, cumming at full force into Mark’s mouth. “Hauuhh. HOH!” Yukie could feel no more pleasure and Mark could feel no less pain. He gagged on her juice as it flowed, her fart still singing a sour, eggy tune, coupled with the smell of her pussy. Yukie laughed and sat onto Mark’s mouth, still open. FFFFFBBBBOOOOOOTTT! He tried desperately to close it as the rancid, fart pumped air and cum down his mouth. Yukie said, “Oh quit complaining. This is probably the most action you’ve gotten all year.” She began ridding herself of urine as well; Mark tried his best to swallow, knowing he had no other choice. Yukie grabbed her phone and began snapping pics of his bruised testicles while he choked on her asparagus flavored urine. “Hashtag, ultimate blue balls. Ha! Ladies, don’t you wish you had a guy like this?” She sent another rank, silent fart into his mouth, humiliating him further. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mark and Emma were so glad they had each other. Their sexual relationship had even reached a strange point of intimacy. They weren’t too adventurous and had only 1 favorite position: close and personal. Mark grunted and scooted Emma’s butt even closer. She rose on top, leaning in for a kiss. They did so, simultaneously fucking. Emma pushed downward and Mark pushed up. They both felt equal buzz. Their hands were everywhere, grabbing everything, spanking every inch, clawing and squeezing and hugging. Mark was getting close and lept out to kiss Emma’s neck. She naturally let him kiss her breasts; he only did so for a second to pull back and look into her eyes. Her light blue eyes, surrounded by a sea of cute dimples and freckles. Her short hair bounced as Mark stared intently and fucked harder. Emma let out her cute little orgasmic shrieks. Mark giggled and caressed her to stifle them, burying some kisses in his neck to muffle the sound. He’d rather her mom find a hickey than her daughter’s pleasure sounds. They released at the same time, staring into each other’s eyes. Sex time was groping time. But groping time wasn’t always sex time. They lay in Emma’s bed, Mark ready to shove himself under the covers if they were discovered. Underneath he also fingered her pussy. FFLSSHOPT! Her pussy made a little farting sound as Mark inserted his fingers. There was silence...before Emma giggled. Yukie apparently didn’t have a monopoly on the feelings towards fart sounds. Emma and Mark found them kind of cute when together. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yukie’s baritone fart roared past the quiet sounds of frogs chirping and crickets singing. BBBLLLRRRBBRRRRRRRRRRRR! It trailed off into smelly silence against her bathrobe-and Mark’s face. She lay awake angrily, smelling her own creation of sourdough bread mixed with a hint of mustard. Mark clearly wasn’t doing his job. She opened her robe, to which Mark gagged at the release of the full smell. “Yeah, well geuss what, I don’t like them either, fartboy!” She shoved him deeper under the cover, than sat on his face, running the robe on top. FFRRRRLLTTUURRRTT! Mark shook, now taking the full inhale of her butthole. “If I smell myself again I’ll shit down your mouth, fartboy.” The warning wasn’t idle. Yukie smiled, feeling the rhythmic, pained struggle of the boy’s breath. In her lulled sleep she let out a ghastly silent fart. She slept through it, knowing Mark wouldn’t. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Oh god! Under the robe?” “Yeah, under the robe.” Emma sighed, looking at her poor lover’s face. Mark looked exhausted, as he always was on Monday. This week looked particularly rough. “I’m getting Katie back pretty soon, don’t worry.” Emma’s words meant little. It was always Yukie who had the final say. She held her boyfriend’s hand in reassurance. Oh no, here she came walking out her house. “Should we tell her?” she asked. Mark wearily lifted his eyes open. “Do we have to?” They decided to keep their affair silent for yet another week. Yukie flung open the car door. “What the hell are you doing Emma?” she spat. Emma quickly let go of Mark’s hand. “Oh, just making sure he’s awake for you, Goddess Yukie.” Yukie laughed, taking her rightful seat in the driver’s chair and Mark’s face. “Don’t get too comfy with this one. I might leave nothing left after a while.” BBBRRRUUUUUUPLLLTTTTTTTTTT! Emma couldn’t help but gasp as the bubbling fart exploded in her boyfriend’s face. |
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