Gassy Education
by American Wonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, FART/BUTT FETISHISM, SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS, AND SCAT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

(Special Thanks to Kazindor for the character and story ideas; I thought it was good, lemme know what you guys think!)

Burthwell college wasn’t known for it’s “Pillars of Excellentcy”. Past the colorful brochures showing diverse student life and fun extracurriculars was a thick-headed populous of students only there for the party life the college offered. Stacey Blank sure seemed to be one of those students; she was pretty, athletically built, probably there for some dumb soccer scholarship. And she majored in Education-what, was her counselor fondle her big dumb blonde tits and tell her she had a future? Reputation got out around the college that she was a heavy drinker and her flat mates saw a boy disappear around her room non-stop. So obviously, she liked to let loose. It’s just that most people, especially her partners, never got around to figuring out just HOW she, “got loose”.

BBLLLRROOBBPPTTT! Stacey’s fart was airy and loud, a total boner killer for the wrong guy. But Dean Prittle was too drunk to turn away the hottest, sluttiest girl in school. “Hehehe!” he giggled as her massive fart tickled his balls through his sweat pants. Stacey grunted; FFBBRRRLLAABBPPTT! She’d bought him ten bears and a whiskey and now he was smelling the chili cheese fries he’d bought her. Dean was too stupid, even sober, to protest as she threw his on her bed, face up. Stacey frowned as she looked down on his giddy, dumb face. He was gorgeous, from head to toe and built; but sex wasn’t exactly what she was after from him. Her booty rumbled and all she wanted to do now was sit on his dumb giggling face-so she turned around, and did just that. Dean was still laughing as he watched the blonde, big tittied beauty sit her wide hips on his chest. “Whoah, kinky girl!” he said, clumsily trying to grab her bent asscheeks with his hands. She wiggled closer, knowing he was too wasted to do even that. PPRRLLLAAOOOTTT! “Oaahh!” Stacey smiled; Dean was now coughing, tasting her salty, bubbly fart. She sat her yoga pants on his face, feeling his dumb drooling lips on her pussy. PPTTRRRRAAAAPPBBTT! Oh that was strong, like most of her farts. It, like the others, was built over hours of the day, being the popular cute girl in the hallways and in the classroom. Only here, on Dean’s face, could she be herself, her gassy, sadistic self. BBLLLRROOSSPHHHTTT! Oh no, right on her favorite undies! Dean coughed, rambling something about not breathing. She removed her pants, sitting down to punish him for his unintentional stain on her pants. BBLLRRRRPPAABBTTT! FFRRLLOOUUGGHHTTT! She fingered herself as the smell of her ass and his fear touched her nostrils. She herself was disgusted by her atrocious ass smell; it made her excessively horny to picture and feel Dean’s nose, the front line against the onslaught of her diet. PPHHSSSLLLAARRUUPPPTT! A combination of her vaginal fluids and a small amount of anal leakage sent Dean into a spasm; it was a fitting crescendo to Stacey’s orgasm.

Stacey slept wonderfully that night, with her passed out “sex partner” beside her. She wasn’t disgusted as her smell lingered around. A few candles,(10 or 11) would eventually bring it down. Her main problem now was to get ready for the day. She threw across the covers, walked around the bed and planted her pantied ass in the boy’s face. BBLLLRRRRRRRBTTTTT! The droning fart woke him with a start; Stacey bent up and threw on a disgusted look. “Gross Dean! Look I have to leave soon, I need you out by the time I take a shower, ok?” Dean would have protested, or indeed loved a shower but he was too hungover and embarrassed to argue. He went home with a feeling of regret over last night; Stacey thought it over in the shower with glee and a song in her step.

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Only one student knew of her sexual deviancy, Benny Wurdle. She made quick use of him however, in just the right, persuasive way. FFBBBBLLLLAAARRTTT! Despite the usual bitter taste of her ramen noodle farts, Benny dove into her naked ass as she laid spread out across the bed. She stared into her phone, hardly giving him the praise he deserved as he sniffed every particle. She felt his tounge run into her vagina and farted again nonetheless. PLLLLLTTTTTTTTT! “What is my 5 o'clock session look like, Benny?” she said. Benny didn’t take his pathetic head out, but spoke. “Carter says he has to study but he’d love to do something tomorrow. Oh and Daron wants to go to the Fubar Bar tonight, he wants to know if you’re down.” PPRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSS! “Lick,” she commanded, holding down his face as he dove into her vagina with his tounge. As pathetic and nerdy as he was, Benny was lightning in a bottle for oral sex. He had a tiny head for even a freshman and sunk wonderfully into her fully formed cheeks. His white little head looked like an egg trapped inside the deep black sea that was her buttcheeks. FFLLTTTUUURRRBBTTT! She looked back to see him coughing on her entrails; he didn’t enjoy it, but she did and that was all that mattered. For Benny, seeing a naked girl, especially the hottest naked girl in school, was all he was going to get. Might as well enjoy it.
“Tell Carter I’m good for tonight, say he’s buying. And don’t joke about it either, tell him firmly. My booty doesn't need another cheapskate joker like last time.” FRRSLLLAAAAPPBBTT! “Ohhh...other hole.” With little hesitation, Benny now stuck his tounge in her asshole, still mid bulge from another fart. BBLLRROOAAUGHTT! He gagged as his tounge couldn’t stop the force that was her fart. Stacey pushed her own fingers into her vagina; Benny really was quite the pressure. Must have been all the practice he’d received. He made the cutest, most feeble sounds as he licked her ass, like a child too afraid to enter the swimming pool. FFRRLLAAOOBBMPPTTTT! His tounge still moved fastly through the storm and she could feel his mouth close around her booty cheeks- what a sweet, devoted slave. Stacey rose, and Carter watched as his eye candy flipped around so her booty sat above him. Gently it sat onto his face. BBTTOORRRAAPPBBTTT! He watched the monstrous hole pour in front of him; it showed him no love, no reward for his efforts. Meanwhile it’s owner spoke, “Ass,” fully knowing that his heart had no choice in the manner. Just as he stuck his tounge in her salty butthole, she undid his pants, straddling his penis. It was pathetic and even if Stacey was straight, he had the tiniest cock she’d ever seen. PPTTRRAAAPBBTTTOOTT! “Thank yourr!” he said, now moaning instead of his usual whimper. PPTTRRAAAAAPPBBTT! “Ass,” Stacey still commanded as she gently stroked. It didn’t take long for the kid to get hard; it took even shorter for him to ejaculate.

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PPTTRRRAAAATTTTTT! Stacey knew she shouldn’t have had those beers. As her naked asshole rang in front of this Carter boy she could feel an added pressure build up. “Hey, stop it! Get off!” No doubt Carter could already smell the trouble. In addition to her fried pickles and other gassy bar foods, she’d let the dumb boy buy her two rounds of beer-which gave her the shits, something bad. FFLLRRUTTSSHT! There it was, only a small mark, registered as a miniscule shit ring on Carter’s face. Still, he freaked out as he heard her booty rumble and felt the mushy, foul smelling texture on his face. “Ah what the hell...fire’s away!” Stacey said, grunting harshly. Carter watched in horror as her somewhat gentle farts now turn into a river of hell.
FFLLLAAPRRRTPSSSHHUTTT! It came at once, spraying onto Carter’s face an inch away. He moaned as it all pounded around his eyelids and dripped down to his nose. He was far too drunk to deal with these sensations. PPTTRSLSLSHOOPPTTT! Stacey sighed; she could feel her bowels bend as her anus cooperated to excavating her stomach. It felt good, in a devilish pleasure sort of way. FLLLTTUURRTTTPPSSTT! She farted,(or rather sharted) for a clean ten seconds, now fully indulging in the fun. Carter’s movements were now slowed as he tasted the salt and hops regurgitated on his face. PPLLRRUUTTTT! Her asshole gave him a final greasy send off; then, he passed out, engaged with her shit. Stacey sunk into his face and it felt way too good to get up. BBLLRRRBBOOOPPTTT! She sighed euphorically; she knew the boy would die too long under her ass, but her vagina tingled a message to her brain, “I don’t care.” Before she could stop herself, she picked up her cell and rang Benny. He answered almost immediately. “Do you hear that?” she asked. She farted just close enough to her phone to not dust it with her own shit. “That’s the sound of Carter taking one of my beer farts. And if you want to save yourself some work, you’ll come over right now.” It was almost midnight, but Benny came as fast as he’d answered.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck! Not again!” said Benny. He had, in fact, done this before but it was an extreme circumstance, not to belittle this one. “Ok, I’ll go drag him into the showers, then we can leave him outside in the hallway. He’s still breathing, so maybe the campus police will just pick him up for obscene behavior or…”. Stacey was now bent over Benny’s crouched body. She removed his glasses gently, then shoved his head into her shit caked asscrack. FFLLRTTRRRUUUTTTLLLLLRRRR! Her fart was gentle, all considered, like she hadn’t almost violently shit a boy to death. She was calm as her fart when she spoke. “I don’t give a shit about Carter. I’m hornier than a prepubescent bunny and I need my ass cleaned first. Get to work.” She spread her gorgeous cheeks, displaying their full majesty to Benny. The smell was god awful and he could barely find the words to speak as her asshole still seeped it’s stink in front of him. “But...I can’t get in trouble like this Stace, I can’t...my parents would kill me.” BBLLLRRRRTTTTT! “Oaahhoooo!” Stacey rubbed her clit as she backed both Benny’s face and her ass onto the bed. “And what do you think I will do? Did you take a good look at Carter? Lick.” PPRLLTRUURRTTBTT! Benny considered his options for a second-he had none. Benny once again, came to her sexual rescue and Stacey’s following orgasm was amazing.

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The situation with Carter worked out; it always did, thanks to Benny. Stacey waited as she called him in her room. It took a few rings. He must have thought he was in trouble, the little sap, if whatever needed to be discussed couldn’t be done between her cheeks. “Hello?” he asked tentatively. “Benny, go ahead and cancel my dates for tonight.” “I- all of them?” “Yes all of them. Yours as well. Have you ever been to the Fubar Bar?” Silence on the other end. Stacey smiled and found herself idly messing with her twat above her pants. “No I haven’t...is everything okay Stacey. If it isn’t I didn’t mean to-” FBBBRRRAAAAATTTTT! Stacey got bored, placing the phone between her cheeks as he rambled on. She gently sniffed her rank, delicious odor, then spoke again. “You’re fine, Benny. Meet me there at 7.”

Benny was by far the worst date she ever had. Horrible conversation and awful looks. Stacey was actually relieved when he broke the silence to go to the bathroom. She could feel all eyes on her and she knew what the crowd was asking. Is Stacey, the hottest girl at Burhtwell, going to fuck that loser. Silly them, the ansewer was yes, inconceivable as it was. Benny returned and Stacey hooked him by the shoulder. “Take me back to your place,” she said, less commanding and more lovingly. “But first, finish your drink.” Only Benny saw her place his glass underneath her dress; he smelt the beefy silent fart ring around the cup before he even held it. Quickly, he gulped it down, trying his hardest to disguise his disgust. Stacey smiled. It’d take more than a sour face to contain it later.

“Stop...wait…”. Benny could do nothing but verbally protest as he watched her naked asshole open above him again. PPPRRRTTTLLLTTTT! “Lick,” she commanded. He did so, sloppily, and Stacey felt mighty powerful, not to mention comfy on his bed. Here she was, farting her little slave on his own bed in his own house. PPRRRWWWAMMMPPBBTT! He gagged, looking so pathetic; she couldn't’ even see his face between the width of her own ass. Still, he licked. She thought the roofie she’d slipped in his drink would break him. He’d sniff one fart, get woozy and beg for mercy, instead another helping of her bean and cheese nacho rippers. BBBLLRRRBBAALLBBTOOTT! She grunted, ripping hard for five seconds. His tounge was still plastered onto her asshole, not broken by the storm of her gas. His breathing was slowing and he’d soon pass out. No, she didn’t want it like this. This was his terms, his silly, stupid terms of devotion. “Brace yourself,” she told him, although the line might as been for her as well.
Benny lept with vigor as she slowly slid on his cock. She moaned; neither of them were expecting such pleasurable outcomes. Stacey slid down further and further; Benny’s painting turned to weird cackling noises, to the point whether Stacey didn’t know if he was dying or orgasming. PPTTRRUURTTTT! They both found out as a bout of small gas rippled around his cock. Stacey rose, feeling the cum drip out her gaped ass. She didn’t- she had no idea how she felt. She only knew she felt different. Benny was now unconscious, still looking-well, maybe a little less pathetic now. Stacey bent her ass near his mouth and let loose a final goodbye. FFBBUULLLRRUOOTTT! The cum shot onto his lips; Benny didn’t stir and Stacey laughed as she rose to look at the mess. He’d have quite a lot of questions about last night, that was for sure. “Sleep tight my little fart slave,” said Stacey.