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Teacher Farts You walked into your history class. It was 1:32 on Tuesday. You should've been gone for nearly ten minutes by now, but you had to have strep throught on Friday. You had to make up a test. It was on the War of 1812 or some shit. You weren't really listening and were expecting to bomb. There was one upside though. Your teacher, Ms. Smith, well, she had a good body to say the least. You walk in to the lingering smell if her lunch. It was definately Mexican food, but you couldn't quite place it. It was spicy and had rice, thats for sure. Your thoughts are interrupted. "Ahh, Gavin. Nice to see you. I have your test right here. Take a seat." You grab the test and sit one seat from her desk. She begins typing on her keyboard. "Um, I forgot my pencil. Can I borrow one?" You ask. "Alright, but I want it back when you're done." You walk up and grab the pencil as you discretely check her out. She had decent sized breasts. The weren't exactly big, but they were nicely sized. It was her ass that drove you crazy though. It was firm, plump, round... perfect. You took the pencil. You noticed she was wearing that tight dress that drove you nuts. It gripped her body so snugly, you ciuld almost see her nipples when the AC turned on. You walk back to your seat. You read the first question. "Who was president during the war of 1812?" "Fuck if I know." You think to yourself as you bubble in C. You hear Ms. Smith shift in her seat behind you. You ignore it and move on the question 2. "The War of 1812 was a continuation of what?" You bubble in B, The French Revolution. She shifts around again. "Excuse me Gavin, I'll be back in a second. Don't think of using your phone while I'm gone." She hurries out. You pull out your phone and google question 3: Name the 2 nations at war in 1812." Well since it was a continuation of the French Revolution, you bubbled in America and France, not knowing how incorrect that was. The door opens as Ms. Smith walks back in. She was only gone for about 40 seconds, way to shirt to have gone to the bathroom, or have seen a teacher. You shrug it off and continue bubbling in guesses. Ms. Smith moves around again as your pencil snaps. You get up to walk to the sharpener, and a weird smell hits your nostrils. It is weird and undescribable. You sharpen your pencil as you get another wiff of the smell. Its pungent, and this time around,definately offensive. You walk back and glance at Ms. Smith. She looks red in the face as she moves again. You take a seat, and bubble in to number 7. You hear a weird gurgling sound from Ms. Smith's desk. And you hear her shimmy again. "I'm sorry Gavin, please excuse me. I'll be back in a minute." She oddly waddles out. You see a question. "What monument did the attackers burn on the---" The paper printed wrong and the rest of the question was cut off. You wait, and 30 seconds later, Ms. Smith walks back in. You ask her over to ask what the question was. She walks over, her hips swaying in her tight dress. She says, "Oh, that question. I'll go get a good copy for you. She walks over and reaches over her computer monitor to get it. Her plump ass is pointed straight at you,and you can't help but stare. Your thoughts are disturbed by a bubbly sound coming from her tummy. She instantly shifts, pointing her butt further up. As she does, you see her muscles tighten. You still don't know what's going on. She gives you your paper and hurries back to her seat. She sits and gently tightened her face, almost as if she was in pain, then she looks releived. Soon after that weird, nasty smell hits you and it clicks. Ms. Smith just farted. Boy did it smell weird. You could tell it was from what she ate, because it was beany and heavy like the Mexican food she had. She looks at you and you turn back to your paper. "Gavin..." She asks. "Yes?" "Nothing. Nevermind." She assumes you didn't catch a wiff of her gas. You keep bubbling in as you hear a rumble behind you and hear her shift. Soon, that same farty smell makes its way to you. "Jesus, how can she have so much gas." You think to yourself. That fart was pungent, more sour than the last. About a minute later, gets up and walks out. Again. You take this time to walk over and smell her seat. Jesus Christ. You couldn't beleive that came out of her. Then you realize, you like her farts. You take another deep wiff of her chair. It smells rotten, and sour from the last fart she let out. You walk back to your desk, as you imagine she would come back soon. Sure enough, as you sit the door clicks open. In she walks, her hips still sashaying, not knowing you just witnesses the hell she let out of her panties. You get to question 18 before you hear a deep, long rumble from Ms. Smith. You can tell this one will be bad. You "accidentally" drop your pencil, and use this as a chance to see her rip one off. She leans to one side, for over 5 seconds, too, the plops back down. The smell, as sour and thick as the last one, wafts its way over to you. You take a deep breath. It smells heavenly. You get to question 24 before you hear a quiet "Squelch" from Ms. Smith. You can tell she is bright red. "I'm sorry Gavin." You reply "For what?" She belives you, and you can keep this game up. After about 5 minutes, she says "I have to use the restroom. Excuse me." She gets up and leaves. She walks into the woman's bathroom across the hall. You take a chance. You get up from your seat and watch through the small window as she scurries across the hall. She flings open the door and fast-walks in. You burst out of the classroom and snag the bathroom foor before it shuts and slip in. You stand behind the wall that seperates the dior from the stalls. You hear the "pit-pat" of her heels jog across the tile. You hear a stall door swing open, then slam shut and lock. You hear the seat of the toilet go down with a clang. Toy hear the soft rubbing noise of her panties dropping as she moves her dress up above her thighs. She sits, and you hear the toilet seat rebound under her glorious buttcheecks. Soon you hear a faint "C'mon..." through gritted teeth. The soft rattle of pee hitting the toilet reverberates off the walls. You hear a quiet "hhnngg" followed by an explosive "BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPTTTTTTTT" Ms. Smith sighed behind the stall door and continued to pee. Damn. You thought the fart in her classroom was bad, this one trumped it by 10 times. It smelled the same, sour, thick, beany, but this one was literally eye-watering, even from next to the door. Another "BBBBFFFFRRRRRPPPPTTTTT" bounced off the walls as the stink reconstructed itself. She let out another triumphant "BBLLLLEEERRPPT", sighed, and pulled up her panties. You snuck back out quietly and hurried back to your desk. Holy shit. You just witnessed the sexiest teacher in the school blow her gaseous load. You kept scribbling on your test. You hear a quiet "bbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmppp" from behind you, barely audible, but noticable. You get ready and that same fart smell hits you. Amazing. You get to question 30 and realize your fun is over. This is the last question. You fill in C and walk you test to the teacher. A smelly fart cloud hung around her. Then you get an idea. She says "Good job Gavin. I hope to see you tomorrow. You can pack your things and leave. You packed your things, but you sure as hell didn't leave. She walked to the restroom again, to produce more stinky farts. You then hid your backpack behind a shelf, took the spare key from Ms. Smith's desk, and hid under her desk. You tucked yourself behind the computer monitor amd the trashcan in the fetal position and waited. A minute later you hear the door seing open. She checks the room, then lifts up her left leg and lets one fly. "GWWWAAAMMMMPPPPHHHHH" The smell creeps over to you. She takes a seat and puts her legs up. You didn't realize she was this... tomboyish or messy. She always seemed so organized and here she was flinging off her shoes and putting her feet on her desk. You then focus your attention on her crotch. Her skirt fell, revealing her thick thighs and plump butt, which was pointed right at you. She gets to grading the prodjects you turned in, while she hums a familiar tune. Then, a noxious scent hits you. SBD. Bad. She oozed out a thick, stinking SBD unknowingly right into your face. This one wasnt as sour, but was still eye-watering and juicy. Then you hear a quiet hissing sound. "ppppppphhhhhhhhssssssssssssssssssssssss" Nearly 5 seconds of hot ass gas seeps into your face. Jesus it smells. Then, she shifts her weight to one side..."BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRBRTPTBRBTBTPRPRBRPRPTBRBTBTPRNTTB" a bubbly monster erupts from her butt. She slumps back down and sighs. How she had this much gas in her was beyond you. Then, she leans down to throw a paper away and your eyes meet. Instantly she whips her feet down and turn tomato red. Then she calls you out fron under her desk. Shit. You got caught. She looms at you, still beet red and looks you over. "Gavin, don't think I'm nit mad with you for this, but I'd like to apologise. I didn't mean to...um... break wind at you like that, but-" She stops mid sentence and notices that you are rather excited, to say. |
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