The Tooterer: Epilogue
by American Wonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART DOMINATION, FART FETISHISM, AND POOP FETISHISM. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

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I could not describe my attraction to The Tooterer’s farts. They were lethal, but gentle at the same time. Viscous, but understanding. They were a collection of bile and filth-yet fresh as a spring breeze to my senses. I know she could be a real bitch. She shat down my mouth and presumably farted me dead. But I loved her ass...more than life itself. That much was clearly evident.

5 years had passed since our last encounter. I could still smell her ass like it was yesterday. I watched one of the various clips she left for me. She was in white lingerie, flexing around the house. I watched her bend over towards the camera. BBBBLLLLLAARRPPPTTT! “Ah, remember that position David? I think that one was your favorite. You always liked watching me bend over.” I stroked myself harder. She knew me so well. PPPPPPPRRRAAAAAATTT! “mmmmm,” The Tooterer moaned. “That one was nice and cheesy. Can you smell it David?” I could, I could smell it in my mind. She was molding me like clay.

“It’s been so long David...I’ve missed you. Kate has too. I guess you and I were never meant to be.” PPPPRRRUUUURRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrr. Her last fart faded into an SBD. It sounded sad...wanting. A wave of energy rolled into me. I couldn’t help myself. I typed into the chatroom. “Hello, Diana.” The Tooterer looked at her computer and stood up. “Excuse me my little deviants. It seems that a friend wants to chat. Toot-a-loo.” She farted into the camera. Toot-a-loo. Her specialized greeting. She was so smart and clever. “Hello David. It’s been a long time.” It has, I thought. But I won’t forget how you hurt me. I can’t. “Can you do a couple poses for me? Maybe do some dildo work?” I was really stretching it here.

The Tooterer smiled. “Sorry David,” she said, turning away from the camera and crossing her arms. “I don’t really do requests; especially to strangers on the internet. We COULD meet in person, if you would like that.” She shifted her right buttock, peppering out a tight squeaker to taunt me. RRRRRPPPPPPTTTTT! I could feel the vibrations in my knees. I began stroking it again, while keying. “You killed my friend Timmy and shat down my mouth! You and your friend Kate tried suffocating me under your asses!” I watched her read my chat; disregarding it as something silly. “David, I’m sorry. It’s just that I have never had anyone who has adored my farts so much. Ever.” BBBRRAAAUMMMMPPP….another baritone sound to tempt me. “Timmy just couldn’t understand my art, much like my other slaves. But you were special. I let you fuck me because I knew you were a man. You can take it. Timmy couldn’t. I couldn't let him and you jeopardize our love. Our very special love.” PPPLLLLLLTTT! RRAAPPPPPPTTTT! PPPPRRRrrrrrrrrrrr! Her butthole went in and out working overtime. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. I sniffed the computer screen, imagining her sweet, smelly farts. “Tell you what my little fart pillow. I’ll leave my new address in the chat. You can come and get a formal apology here. I’ll even invite Kate. I’m sure she would like to extend her condolences too. Until next time David.” RRRAAAAPPPPPPPPPPTTTT! One last fart sent my semen on the ceiling. I wish I was exaggerating.

I could have sent the address to the police. But I wrote it down instantly and made the drive the next morning. I was crazy...but that was love.

She opened the door and my heart burst. She wore her dark black yoga pants and a crew T-shirt. I got a strong hug the moment I stepped inside. I squeezed her back. A meaty fart slithered out. I bent down and began to sniff, slowly pulling off her pants. She stopped me. “Easy there, fart boy. We have all night to do that. Let’s you and me have a seat. We need to get reacquainted.”  Have a seat. That was code for her fart chair. The same place where she had shit in my mouth from before. There was no going back now. I followed her into the living room. 

In the kitchen, I saw Kate. She was cooking; beans, eggs, spinach, boiled broccoli. The coup de grace of a fart domination specialist. “Hi, hon, member’ me?” She shouted. I sure did. Her big black booty had shat down my neck and almost killed me. I grew lightheaded watching her move around the kitchen butt-naked; her buttcheeks seemed to move a foot with each step. “Hope you know we won’t go easy on you tonight.” I heard Kate groaning. She farted, and it didn’t end for 20 seconds. I took my place under The Tooterer, very cautiously. “Oh stop, Kate” said The Tooterer. “We won’t kill you David. You can’t fuck a dead guy. Now that’s just creepy!” The Tooterer and Kate both burst out laughing. I couldn’t tell what they were laughing about. Was it ironically funny that they had tried killing me with their butts in the past? Were they planning on doing the same thing tonight? One thing was for certain. Us fetish people sure were weird.

The Tooterer farted on me for a full hour. It was a relief to smell her own brand again. BBBRARAAPPPPPTTTT! Her cheese stained rippers….PPPPRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrr….her SBD’s. PPPLLLLRRRTTTSSSSSS! Ah, her wet farts. I even missed those. Kate spoon fed her supper, chanting her on. I was strangley turned on by her aggressiveness. “You call that sniffing David! Put your nose into it!” I more than obliged Kate. My face became blended in The Tooterers pants, sniffing every particle of her gas. “How about a tag-out?” suggested The Tooterer. I protested, but they paid me no mind. “C’mon now fart rag. You gotta move up in the world sometime right?” Kate chided.

Kate’s buttocks were double the size of The Tooterers...and her smell was doubly potent. I tensed up as her butthole did the same. BBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRRRRPPPPPP! She wasn’t holding back. I could smell every food item she ate.  I played ball and sniffed. It was like dipping your feet in wet water. Eventually I dived in.

I apologized for every bad thought I had of Kate in the past 5 years. Her butt was like apples to The Tooterers Oranges. RRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPTTT! She took a much fiercer form of farting...but I grew to love it. BBBBRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUMMMMMPPPPPTTTTTTT! A whole 15 seconds of gas. I choked in protest but she held my neck, conditioning me. “C'mon, big boy, breathe, breathe!” I obeyed and eventually prevailed her monster fart. “I think he’s ready for us, Diana!” said Kate exited. Kate stood over me, with The Tooterer by her side. “Very well. Follow us to the bedroom, David.” I cried many tears over The Tooterers gas habits….this time, they were tears of joy.

Bedroom. Clothes off. On bed. My thoughts were sporadic. The Tooterer and Kate began farting in jars. They placed candles inside and aligned the jars around the room. Fart scented candles. These ladies knew how to set the mood. The pair ripped my clothes off and flung me on the bed. My whole body shook in anticipation.

Kate was the first to ride my cock. Her weight was crushing, but she knew what she was doing. The Tooterer took her familiar place on my face. Sex had begun. I sniffed and moaned as the ladies did the same. BBBBRRRAAAPPPPPPTTT! Sniff. PPPPOOOOOTTT! Panting. RRRAAAAPPPPPPPTTTT! Sni-no wait, that came from Kate’s end. I felt a vibration on my face and a stench- BBBRRRRRAAAAAAUUPPP! Ah, there was The Tooterer’s stench. 

They soon switched positions. It was like day and night. The Tooterers, tight butthole fit around my penis like a glove. I stiffened under the weight of Kate. I didn’t know if I was ready for this. RRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTT! Too late, Kate had sent us off to the races. The Tooterer bounced harder and faster with each fart. BBBBRRRRRUUUUMMMMPPTT! In. RRAAAPPPPPTTT! Out. PPPPOOOOOOOTT! I couldn’t keep track of who was farting from where. It was one big fart high.

I came inside The Tooterer. The familiar deja vu,(or poo in this case). She rose off my dick and tackled Kate off me. They both took turns pinning each other down and farting. It was like watching one of those nature videos. No one displayed dominance, just their own special fart duo. It was magical. I became hard again within five minutes.

Kate was on top of The Tooterer, giving her a taste of her own medicine. BBBBBLLLLLLARRRRPPPP! The Tooterer took a deep whiff and moaned, licking Kate’s butthole in the process. Kate gasped in pleasure. I mounted her, hoping to keep the momentum up. The teamwork at play was brilliant. A couple seconds of fucking Kate’s ass; pull out, then pause. Kate rips a raunchy fart in The Tooterers face. Rinse and repeat. It wasn’t long till I came in Kate. The experience was just as magical a couple of minutes ago. I gave her ass a final slap and we both collapsed next to The Tooterer. The magic was complete.

We took turns cuddling each other throughout the night. One of them would fart, and the other two took turns sniffing. It was a wonderful exchange. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep between their pair of buttcheeks...my own request of course.

Morning. Kate had to leave us. She gave us each one huge face fart and left. “Hope to see you again, David. It’s been a blast!” I know it was, I thought. Quite literally.

Me and The Tooterer were left to each other. We talked about the past and the present. Most importantly, we discussed the future. We both agreed to make these sessions “special”. I would see her every once a month, she would go back to making her porn videos.  We went our separate ways and I counted the days till I could see her again. Every time the days came, it was like a holiday. It was special. Then again, so was The Tooterer.

The End