Scott's Experience
by ???

The blinding sun boasted an intense heat and humidity. It was the first week of summer break, and 16-year-old Scott remained asleep in his bed. A harmonious silence was suddenly broken as the telephone rang. Scott took a moment to collect himself as he reached over to grab the telephone, with little coordination.

"Hello..."

"Rise and shine. My dads wants to know if you can do him a big favour."
Still half asleep, Scoot sat upright in bewilderment.

"Who is this?"

"All these years and you don't remember my voice? Come on Scott, it's Emily. Can you help my dad or not?"

"With what?"

"He's building a small shed in our backyard. He asked me to call you and see if you want to help out."

"Umm .... I guess .... I need to get ready though ...."

"Nonesense, you'll be working in the hot sun, you'll get sweaty real soon anyways ... you ought to see me."

With this statement, a small, innocent chuckle followed immediately after. Scott payed no attention and mentioned he would be there in 10 minutes.

Emily and Scott and grown up together in the same neighbourhood. They were good friends, but no talk of any sort of relationship has ever been brought up. They had often called each other every now and then, just for a casual conversation. As Scott walked down the street toward Emily's house, he couldn't help but wonder why he agreed to help Emily's dad. He had only briefly met Emily's dad once. As each foot brought him closer to Emily's house, he grew more and more dismayed. He tried to build the strength to turn around and return home, but before he could, he found himself walking up the driveway. The house was one story, with a double garage. The driveway was made of a dark asphalt, and amplified the heat of the sun twofold. Scott made his way toward the back of the house, but before he reached the yard, he was suddenly stopped by a loud crashing noise.

"God damn it!" cried a deep voice. Scott stood still, as if completely inanimate. An overwhelming sense of anxiety rushed through Scott, and he became frantic. He finally decided to just turn back and return home. Before he reached the beginning of the driveway, Scott was stopped again, this time by the same voice responsible for the recent outburst.
"Oh Scott, you're here. Thanks for coming, I could really use the help. I've got to run out to the supplies depot and pick up some more lumber. Emily is in the back there if you want to talk to her."

Scott smiled and nodded, and made his way to the yard. He glanced at the shed, and noticed one side of it was broken. He reckoned that was the loud noise he had heard on his way up the walkway. Emily suddenly emerged from behind the shed carrying a small tray of tools.

"Hey Scott ... did you see what my dad did to the shed?"

Scott nodded and chuckled an inaudible laugh. As Emily walked closer, Scott began to notice sweat dripping from her face. Her dirty-blonde hair was lazily tied back in a bun. She appeared exhausted as she wiped her forehead with her hand.

"Let's go wait in the garage for my dad, it's a lot cooler in there."

Scott followed Emily into the garage, and sat down on an old patio set chair. He observed Emily as she placed the set of tools on the ground. Acting out of instinct, he caught a glimpse of her ass as she was bent down. Scott had always found it attractive, and welcomed any opportinuty to gaze upon it whenever he could. By the time Emily turned around, his eyes diverted and focused on the tray of tools.

"I'm really thirsty," announced Emily.

"My dad got me up at 7:30AM to start working on the shed, and I haven't had a break since. Would you like a drink?"
"Sure," exclaimed Scott, as he sat forward to conceal his protruding erection. Emily was soon out of sight, and Scott was in a state of turmoil. He knew he had to masturbate, but realized the circumstances were not ideal. He remained focusing on the tray of tools, in a desperate attempt to divert his mind. He noticed several small and large nails, and began counting them.
Before long, he could no longer count, as his view was obstructed by the head of a hammer. Irritated, he slid the tray toward him with his foot, and repositioned the hammer, along with a few screwdrivers and a roll of duct tape, and continued counting. After a few minutes, Emily returned with two glasses of lemonade, and handed one to Scott. Scott's index finger briefly came in contact with Emily's hand. Emily payed no attention, but Scott could feel his erection returning. He sat upright and took a large sip of lemonade, and placed the glass beside his. He glanced over at Emily and noticed her glass was already empty.

"You drank that already?" said Scott.

Emily was removing the clips from her hair while she replied, "I was really thirsty." and chuckled. Her long and gorgeous hair fell down, and Scott tried not to notice. His erection was at its prime by then, and he prayed for some sort of diversion.

"What's the matter, Scott? You look tense," said Emily.

"Oh I'm fine, really." Scott lied.

"I think I need another glass of lemonade, I'll be right back."

As she walked toward the door, Scott quickly glanced at her ass once again. When she was out of site, Scott immediately unzipped his pants. Without hesitation or second thought, Scott began a session of impetuous masturbation. He could not relieve himself of the mental image that was Emily's ass. Unsatisfied and irritated, Scott discontinued, in fear of being spotted, and assumed a casual complexion. Moments later, Emily returned, but she did not have a glass of lemonade as Scott had expected. There was a long and awkward silence. Scott couldn't help but become paranoid and wonder if Emily had seen what he was doing. He became increasingly uneasy as the silence mainained itself. Finally, Emily spoke.

"Scott ..... how long have we known each other?"

Greatly relieved, Scott released an inaudible sigh, and didn't even understand the question at first, as he was too absorbed in the great sense of relief.

"Oh .... what?" said Scott.

"How long have we known each other?"

"Well, my mom told me that we used to play together even before preschool, but I don't remember any of that."

"So it's been a long time?" Said Emily, inquiringly.

"I suppose it has," said Scott. "Why do you ask.?

There was another silence, but this one was not nearly as long as the previous one. Suddenly, Emily asked "What's your biggest sex fantasy, Scott?"

Scott was speechless. Here is the girl he has secretly admired for years, asking him what his biggest sex fantasy was. Scott knew the answer, but couldn't say it. His biggest sex fantasy was always his own secret, and he swore never to have anyone know what it was.

"Why do you ask me this?" asked Scott, in amazement.

"I saw you just a few minutes ago."

Scott's heart fell to the floor. He was stricken with immense embarassment.

"Are you serious?" he said, in a low, shaky voice.

"Yeah."

His head fell. He stared at the floor beneath him.

"I'm sorry. I should go now." he said, as he sat up. He continued looking at the floor as he vividly walked toward the door. He waited to see the base of the door, so he would know when to reach for the handle. He finally made it to the door, but something else was there. He saw two feet, a slim body, a gorgeous face. In one quick, fluid motion, Emily pressed her body against Scott's as their lips met. Scott's mind went blank. Before he knew it, he was on top of Emily. Somehow, they had made their way to the patio table nearby. They continued kissing until Emily abrubtly interrupted.

"You still haven't answered my question, Scott."

Scott wanted desperately to tell her his dream. He made sure nobody ever found out about it. He was scared, but knew he would never have an opportinuty like this ever again.

"It's really weird though. You would probably think I'm psycho." explained Scott. At this point, he knew he was going to tell her.

"Try me," said Emily, in a persuasive manner. Scott's heart raced a mile a minute. Without thinking, Scott responded.

"I have a fart fetish. It turns me on to think about girls farting. But I've never had done anything like that. I want a girl to fart on my face, and tell me to smell it. I want them to dominate me, punish me, make me suffer. I know you probably think it's weird, but now you know." After his small speech, Scott, felt tormented yet releived at the same time.

"Interesting .... so you would like it if a girl sat on your face and farted?" inquired Emily.

"More than anything." said Scott, excitedly.

"If I asked you to do something right now, would you do it?"

"Sure."

"See that blanket rolled up over there?"

Scott glanced to the corner of the garage and spotted a white blanket rolled neatly along the side of the wall.

"Yeah."

"Could you grab it for me please?"

Scott left the table and made his way to the blanket. As he picked it up, he wondered what on earth she wants a blanket for on such a hot day. He returned and presented it to Emily.

"Roll it along the floor for me please."

Scott complied, still bewildered. 'What, is she going to have a nap or something?' he thought to himself. The blanket was rolled out, and Scott made his way back to the table to reclaim his seat. But before he sat, Emily stopped him.

"No." said Emily.

"I want you to lay on the blanket, facing upwards."

Scott started to get nervous. Is this actually happening? It can't be, can it? Scott stared up at the ceiling with great anticipation, until suddenly he saw Emily's face right before his. Scott couldn't swallow. There was a malevolent look in Emily's eyes as she stared at Scott. Finally, Emily spoke.

"Scott,"

Scott tried to talk, but his first attempt resulted in a faint, incoherent yelp rather than a word. He quickly corrected himself.
"Yes,"

"Are you ready to smell the most disgusting thing you've ever smelled?"

Scott's whole state of being changed from this point on. Everything appeared almost cinematic, as if he were peering through the garage door watching them. He lost complete control of his body: satisfaction at the expense of morality. Emily stood up, and placed each foot on either side of Scott's head, giving him a picture-perfect view of her entire sub-region, with her malevolent eyes still fixed on his has face. Slowly, she descended, until no space occupied the distance between Emily's ass and Scott's face.

"I want you to smell my ass, Scott."

Scott, still seemingly peering through that garage window, inhaled deeply through his nose. The minor scent of sweat-stricken ass was immediately evident. Before the second inhalation, Scott tried to press his face closer, but the tightened shorts made it impossible.

"Smell it. I've been working all day in the sun. It must smell so bad down there. Does it smell bad, Scott?" Scott only nodded, as he was unable to speak.

"I bet it does. Do you want a closer smell?" Scott's heart seemed to beat beyond human tolerance as Emily stood up. He amiably observed her remove her shorts and underwear at once. They both fell to her ankles in sync. She lifted one foot out, and carelessly kicked them over to the side with the other foot. She stood over Scott once again, and, in a similar manner from before, slowly descended upon Scott. Before she closed the gap between her ass and Scott's face, Scott could already smell the odour. Only this time, much more potent than before. The smell was indescribable. Her ass had somewhat of a sticky residue. It was very warm, particularly near her rectum.

"Now smell it," ordered Emily.

Scott, with his arms gently grasping Emily's hips, exhaled, and slowly inhaled all he could. As he did this, Emily applied slightly more pressure to Scott's face. He exhaled through his mouth, and began breathing normally for a moment.

"Hey! Don't stop. You're not allowed to breathe through your mouth." Suddenly, Emily stood up straight again. She walked over to the chair where Scott had been sitting, and picked up the roll of duct tape. As she walked back toward Scott, she began unrolling a portion approximately 5 inches long. She knelt down beside Scott's face and forcefully applied the piece of tape over his mouth.

"There we go. That'll teach you not to breathe through your mouth."

She assumed her former position on top of scott. Scott, without choice, continued breathing through his nose, consuming her revolting scent. Emily firmly placed her hand on Scott's crotch, and noticed him breathing heavily through his nose.

"Hmm, this gives me an idea." said Emily, with great excitement. She placed her hand down Scott's pants, gently touching his penis. He breathed heavier this time through his nose, and was forced to endure another consumption of wretched, sweaty ass.

Emily placed her knees on the ground and layed flat on Scott's stomach. She carefully adjusted her position until she could feel Scott's face with her ass. Scott layed still with his eyes shut, still breathing through his nose and consuming the weakening scent of Emily's ass. Suddenly, Scott noticed Emily beginning to tighten her muscles. She began panting, then tightening, panting, until she yelled in a forceful voice.

"Scott put your nose up to my fucking ass hole."

Scott hesitated at first, and Emily grew irritated. With an intensifying voice, she reitterated.

"Fucking put your nose up to my ass hole, now!"

Scott complied, and spread Emily's ass cheeks slightly to allow room for his nose. He placed his nose directly directly on Emily's revoltingly odourous rectum. She continued tightening and panting. Scott layed back in astonishment and waited for his fantasy to be realized. Emily stopped, and began vigorously stroking Scott's dick. Scott, caught off guard, began breathing violenty through his nose. Emily continued to do this until she noticed Scott was out of breath. Emily pushed one final time and released long, repugnant fart on Scott's face. The odour struck Scott in a most distasteful manner. He stopped breathing immediately, as the scent was much too potent for him to endure. This did not last long however, as he was frantically out of breath, and had no choice but to continue breathing violently through his nose.

"Ohhh, smell that, Scott. Breath it in."

The odour was entirely overwhleming for Scott, but he had to continue breathing it in. He prayed for the scent to weaken, but before it did, Emily had released another emission of the distasteful scent. Scott inhaled, and nearly vomited on account of the horrible smell.

Emily sat upright and smothered Scott's entire face for a short period. Scott was unable to breath at all.

"So you like that, Scott? Does it smell bad?"

Scott nodded.

"You think that's something? I'm not through with you yet."

Scott was in need of air. Emily returned to her former position as Scott gasped desperately for oxygen. On her way back, she grabbed the top of the blanket and enclosed her ass and Scott's face in a small chamber. Emily pushed once again, and let out a series of small gaseous bursts into Scott's vulnerable face, three in total. The nauseating smell was trapped in the small chamber, and Scott began to feel an odd queasiness. Emily continued to vigorously stroke Scott's dick, causing him to breathe heavier and heavier. The smell was intensifying.

"I'm going to make you suffer. I'll be surprised if you make it out of this alive."

Emily vivicated her manual stimulation of Scott's dick. He began moaning and breathing uncontrollably.

"This one is going to be huge, I can feel it. Are you ready, Scott?"

Emily gave Scott no time to respond. She leaned back slightly and felt maneuvered her free hand around the blanket until she found Scott's head. She grasped it, and pushed it toward her ass. Scott was panting. With one final push, Emily discharged a deep and enormous resonance of a most putrid nature. The fart was continuous, and seemed unusually warm to Scott. Scott, still panting, was involuntarily forced to breath in all of its repulsiveness. The potency was overwhelming, and Scott gagged a number of times. He felt like vomiting. His moaning became more and more impetuous.

"You like that, don't you? Don't pretend you don't, because I know you do. Breathe it all in. I don't care how bad it smells."

Scott knew he was going to ejaculate. His moaning escalated, and quickly developed into a yell, muffled by the tape. The scent was still there, it could not escape the chamber Emily had created. He could still smell it, as if she had just released it on him. Scott, still yelling, seemingly tried to mutter something, but was not coherent. His body tensed, and he let out one final yell, and became silent as he ejaculated. Scott's body felt tingly, and he was light-headed. Emily had remained where she was, on top of Scott with his head trapped in her gas chamber.

The sound of a truck had caught their attention. It had seemingly stopped outside of the garage, and the engine turned off. Emily knew her father had returned.

"Scott, take one last whiff of my ass. Make sure it's a good one, too."

Scott had placed each hand one Emily's ass cheek, and delicately spread them apart. He reaised his head slightly, closed his eyes, and very slowly inhaled as deep as he could. He hesitated to exhale, but finally did after Emily got off to fetch her shorts. Scott removed the duct tape from his mouth, and dropped it on the floor. He then re-rolled the blanket and replaced it to where he got it.

Emily and Scott walked out of the garage into the back yeard. Emily's dad was carrying some lumber over to the broken shed. He dropped the stack beside the shed and turned around. He saw Emily and Scott walking toward him from the garage.

"What were you two doing?" he said.

"We went in the garage to have a drink and cool down." said Emily.

Emily's dad seemed satisfied with the answer, and circled the shed, searching along the ground.

"Where are the tools?"

"Oh, they're in the garage. I'll get them." quickly replied Emily.

"No I'll get them, I have to in there anyways. Can you two get the rest of the lumber from the truck?"

"Sure," replied Emily. They walked along the side of the house toward the parking lot. Scott stopped Emily and looked at her for a moment.

"Emily .... I .... that was ...." Scott knew what he wanted to say, but couldn't make a sentence.

"It was fun. We'll have to do it again sometime!" Emily interrupted. She giggled a bit and continued walking. Scott hesitated, smiled, then followed Emily to the truck.

Emily's dad walked into the garage. Upon entering, his face was stricken with displeasement.

"What the hell is that smell?" He picked up the tray of tools, but noticed the duct tape was missing. He glanced over the floor and spotted a piece of duct tape approximately five inches in length. He picked it up. He noticed that it had recently been used, and it was unusually warm.