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Classroom Distraction WARNING. THIS CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL! READER DISCRETION ADVISED! Navid’s drowsiness started to dissipate as he entered Ms. Donnovell’s classroom. School wouldn’t start for another hour and it was still dark outside; Ms. Donnovell always managed to brighten his day, however. “Hello Navid,” she called sweetly. “Go ahead and have a seat.” She turned back to the whiteboard, leaving him to catch a quick glance of her favorite part. Lain behind a floral dress meant for an elderly teacher lay a booty that transfixed Navid with every class. Latina booty in it’s finest, with every stroke of the dry erase marker you could find Donnovell’s ass meat shake. Navid dreamed daily for a moment like this, him and her, that beautiful butt for him to stare at for himself. She probably called him in to carry some heavy boxes or stuff, but his mind gave any excuse to see his teacher bend over and pick something up. Ms. Donnovell ran some fingers through her pomped, brunette hair and finished up the day’s assignments on the board. Still, not a word for Navid. That was, until she waltzed over and sat on his desk. Navid’s eyes ran wide open; not a chance in hell was he looking up to address her face while her buttcheeks smooshed themselves an inch from his arms. “Right, let’s get this out of the way,” she said. BBBBBBBBBBBLLLLRRRRRRRTTTT! Navid still said nothing. It was certainly unexpected and he couldn’t believe the fart vibrations still shaking the desk after 5 seconds. Then, came the smell of McDonald’s breakfast sausage patties. “Yeah, smelly isn’t it? A little distracting?” said Donnovell. Navid politely left his chair and scratched his nose,(in actuality, trying to subtly cover it) as her fart spread across the room. Donnovell laughed and closed the blinds on her door window-the door was also locked. “What-what’s going on, Ms. Donnovell?” said David with a lump in his throat. Her gentle smile faded. PPPPPPRRRRRBBLLTTT! “Ahh! That’s what’s going on, Navid. And that.” She pointed towards his crotch, where his boner was still deflating. Navid turned to his side and placed his hands in his pockets. “Oh don’t, Navid. It’s too late for that. HRGH!” BBBLLUUURRRBBTTT! He jumped a little at her fart and only when she walked closer was he truly scared of her form. Jesus, she looked over a head and a half taller than his poor freshman self. “I’ve had several girls come to me and ask to do something about you Navid. Not to mention my booty has caused, significant drops in your grades.” PPPLLLOOORRFFFFF! He barely heard the silent fart squeeze out as she turned around; fully facing her, now he smelt it’s true horrors. “Ohhh...conveniently enough, I have a little problem too. So this is what we’re going to do , Navid. You and I are going to sit down an-well, I’ll be sitting, you’ll mostly be kneeling.” PPTTORRRLALAAAPPBBTT! “Ahh...and solve each other’s problems. Got it?” Navid was shaking as the previous fart whiltered her dress. The pungent smell of egg and beef flew silently as the dress fluttered down across her waist. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Everything happened in a blur. He remembered saying yes, more out of embarrassment than agreement. God, all the girls in his class saw him boning out to Donnovell’s ass. He made a silent note to wear jeans instead of basketball shorts to her class. Donnovell’s wardrobe change occurred suddenly; Navid watched her naked booty appear as she ran open her dress. He gagged-it was amazing how so little fabric could block so much scent. His first representation of her naked booty was that of horror as it welded itself between his face. BBBBLLLLOOORRRRTTT! The fart sounded foreign bouncing off his face, but smelt all too familiar and disgusting up close. He squirmed and twisted as her butthole kissed his nostrils. “Ahhh,” she said, wiggling her weight atop him. “Too bad you aren’t a fart fetishist, Navid. I’ve had all sorts of little pervs in my class. Those fit my style a lot more.” PPPTTLLLOOBBBTTTTT! Navid gasped for air amidst the ketchup and onion fart. He wondered how he could escape this hell and why ANYONE would fetishize this. “Ohhh...I had a couple feet guys, one underwear sniffing girl. She was a strange one, wanted to smell my bras and undies. See the problem? Not to big on underwear downstairs.” BBBRRRLLBBBBFFFFFFTTT! Navid gagged, praying she’d change her mind. “Stop, stop!” he cried amidst the gnarly gas. Donnovell rose. “I didn’t-I’m not a fart guy! I just, I dunno…” “You wanted to fuck me right?” Navid froze, looking at her face overshadowed by her ass looming overhead. PPTTRRRAAARRRTTT! His gaze ran to her tight brown butthole, none too appealing as it rained hamburger fart into his eyeballs. Donnovell laughed as he choked. “Don’t they all? I haven’t been kicked out a school district yet Navid, but I’ve been oh so close. The trick is keeping those grades up. Speaking of keeping it up…” Navid felt her fumble inside his pants. She sat back down, clumsily holding his dick in her hand. Very arduously she began stroking him. BBWWWWLLLAAAARRTT! “Aoohhh, that was a nasty one. You okay down there, Navid?” “Get...off me! Auugh!” Navid was trapped within her bowel space. He slapped her booty, trying to no avail to push her off. He received a flick on his testicles for his actions, along with a nasty, wet fart. PPTTWWLLABSBSHHT! A little leakage got caught in his mouth and he gagged incoherently for mercy. “Like I said Navid, you and I are gunna take care of our problems. I got a few big ones left to get rid of, kiddo. Just keep your eyes on the prize hmm? You’re very good at daydreaming, if your grades tell me anything.” FFFFFFLLLLOOORRSSSS! Her silent fart caught him in haze of stink. His nose expelled mucus, replaced instantly with her hot fart that singed his mind. This wasn’t like fantasizing during normal class hours. Here, he had to fight just to breathe. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Navid was getting the hang of Donnovell’s ass. Or at least, he was still conscious. BBBLLUUUUUPPTTT! He’d learned the secret was to take his breaths during the asshole’s bursts, in taking as little methane as directly possible. Her booty still clung onto remnants of her stink, making the process none too easy. FFFFRRRRTTTT! PRRRRMMMPT! BBLLLLTTT! Her big latina booty had plenty on reserve, every once in a while firing off little rivets of farts to mess up his rhythm. Then, her butthole was silent, with little peppered farts expelled with her booty flux. Donnovell tugged harder and Navid moaned. After half an hour of having his lungs burned and brain cells eliminated, he’d orgasmed in her hand. Donnovell seemed undisturbed by her students semen. She reached for a tissue and cleaned off his remains. “Very good, Navid. Very good.” BBBRRMMPTT! Navid moaned at the congratulatory fart. “Now I expect your full attention 3rd period. Midterms are coming soon and you’ll need a B if you want any hope of passing.” There was a loud gurgle in the moment of silence. “Ohhh...speaking of.” Navid was caught off guard as the tip of her vagina lips expertly pried open his jaw. He could only cry out as her butthole relayed itself perfectly across his tounge. BBBLLLSSSHHHOOTTT! A wet fart careened against his cheeks. Navid now realized his situation and regained enough strength to retaliate. He batted his arms and stamped his feet...if only her weight allowed him to close his jaw, maybe bite down on her privates. PPPRLLLAABBBTTSSHHTTT! Another wet fart, with a little something extra added in. Navid screamed as the texture alone was enough to give away her intentions...the acrid smell of her McDonald’s breakfast across his tounge brought his reality to a head. “Shhh, hush now Navid. We’re solving our problems, remember?” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3rd period came and Navid became distracted for a whole other reason. He stared into the illuminative whiteboard, looking like he was memorizing Donnovell’s rhetoric as she talked. His mind had a different agenda: eliminate any memories of the horrors he endured under Donnovell’s booty. Like a rainforest shower, her feces pumped into his mouth. Donnovell sighed like a dainty flower as her waste ran like a machine into her student. PPPLLOORRRBBSSSHHLLOOTTTT! Navid needn’t even swallow; the sharts shot new shit to replace the old every few seconds. They came in vicious waves, lasting around 20 seconds or so. PPPRRRSSSHHLLOOTSSHTT! BBRRRRAAAAAALLPPTSSLLFFTT! FFBBBAARRA----PPTTOOSSSHTTTT! Navid’s strategy had to be changed on the fly-when was he to breathe when constant stench was shat inside him?! Donnovells held no concern, giving off an occasional sigh when her dumps flung themselves into her makeshift toilet. PPTTRRROOOTT! “Ahhhh,” she finally sighed, leaning back in her chair. Navid had no room in his mouth to protest the extra weight sinking into his skull. The bell rang and Donnovell rose to start the day. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The bell rang again to end the class. Navid was too lost to realize he was the last one, still sitting in his desk. Donnovell appeared silently, with a smile. “Quick, the mathematical quantity of a circle?” she said. She bent into his face, hands sprawled across his desk. “I, umm...pi, times the radius squared.” Navid sputtered, too ashamed to look his sexual fantasy in the eye. Donnovell smiled and stood upright. “That’s correct. Glad to see you were paying attention.” BBTTTRRAAAARRTT! Only one student in the room could hear or smell her fart, which carelessly batted him in the face as she walked to her desk. “Here’s a permission slip for some before school tutoring. Get your parents to sign it. I want you here at 7 am sharp to relieve yourself.” She stood overhead, tossing the slip on his desk. “Wi-will you be..on top of me?” Navid said. PPPPTTLLLAAABBBTTTT! Donnovell’s smile widened. Her butt was placed opposite of Navid, but the stench of her unwashed butthole was very much present. “Get some sleep tonight. Study those equations and you might get back to studying me from afar.” BBLLLOOORRTTSSHHTT! She sighed gently, walking out to go wipe her bottom. Left in her classroom was a very stinky, very sad young man. |
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