The Corrupted Teacher
by ???

"How do you do it?" Tim asked Mark, walking down the school corridor. "You get Ds and Es in all your tests, and she gives you an A for the report grade. I don't get it." Mark smiled widely, pleased with his result for the term.
"I don't know, Tim, I'll just put it down to luck, I think," he replied, a response that hardly satisfied Tim's curiosity. Tim used to be considered the best student in the year for geography a couple of years ago, always getting As in his reports, while everyone was stuck on Bs. But about a year and a half ago, he started getting Bs and Cs for work that he considered to be just as good as the work he'd been doing before. It puzzled him, but more than that it angered him, because he was proud of his record in the subject, and now all that had gone.
The strange thing about this wasn't just the fact that his grades had gone down for no apparent reason, but other people's report grades had somehow shot up. Tim's friend Mark, for example, was used to getting middling grades, nothing special, but at around the same time as Tim's grades had started to go down, Mark's had suddenly improved, from C to A. Tim couldn't figure it out, because as he said to Mark, Tim constantly outperformed Mark in essays and tests, so why did he always come out worse?
The two walked into the geography room where their teacher, Ms. Carr, was waiting for them. Part of the reason that Tim tried so hard in geography was because he had always wanted to impress Ms. Carr, who was a very attractive 25 year old woman, a luscious face, well-kept brunette hair, large breasts and a small, firm-looking butt. She smiled at both of them as they walked in, although Tim noticed Ms. Carr smiling particularly strangely at Mark. Of course, he didn't read too much into this, it seemed so insignificant.
"Right class, I want your essays due in for today on my desk right now," said Ms. Carr, and the class slowly placed the essays on the desk. Tim was feeling particularly proud of this essay, as he had worked for a very long time on it, ensuring the information contained in it was completely correct and flawless. An A for sure, he thought. Mark, on the other hand, had done next to nothing compared to Tim, but he was not worried at all. He was sure he'd be able to make it up after school.

"How can you remain so confident about your marks when you hand in so little work?" Tim asked Mark, again surprised by his friend.
"I just have a feeling that it'll all work out fine," he said, again frustrating Tim's search for an answer. The bell for the end of school rang out, and the two friends bade each other farewell for the evening. Mark watched Tim leave the school, before going back inside, towards the geography room.

The first thing Tim noticed the next morning was how tired Mark looked.
"What happened to you last night, mate?" asked Tim, concerned for the welfare of his friend. When he got a bit nearer, Tim also noticed how bad Mark smelt; he probably hadn't had a shower that morning.
"Nothing too exhaustive Tim, nothing to worry about," Mark said, still remaining infuriatingly cryptic, giving no answers to Tim. Tim was losing his patience with Mark now, for the past year and a half, since Mark had started to get better report grades than Tim, Tim had noticed how Mark's general physical state had seemed to deteriorate slowly. Tim had decided the evening before that today, he'd finally force an answer out of Mark as to why all this was happening: it couldn't have just been a coincidence, he thought, it was just too strange for that.
"Mark," Tim began, "I need to know how you constantly do better than me in report grades with such poor marks." Mark sighed, irritated.
"Look, I don't know, all right?" Mark said, and tried to walk away from Tim, but Tim caught Mark's shoulder and span him back round.
"I don't believe you, Mark, so just do me a favour and tell me now," Tim ordered.
"I don't know!" shouted Mark, who tried to run away from his friend. Tim took advantage of Mark's worsened physical state, though, and caught up with him very quickly. He twisted Mark's arm behind his back, and Mark tried not to scream in pain. "Alright, alright!" he said, "I'll tell you, but not here. Let go of my arm first." Tim slowly let go of Mark's arm, to make sure that Mark was not going to run away; Mark did not go anywhere. "Look, it's all very simple," Mark said. "All you have to do is find a window to our geography room about half an hour after school, and you'll find out." Tim looked perplexed by this explanation. "Just stare through the window, keep silent, and don't let ANYONE know that I told you this." Tim nodded to Mark, and both went their separate ways for the rest of the day.

Tim found a window that looked into the geography room about 20 minutes after school, and made sure that he was in a position where he could see into the room, and could avoid drawing attention to himself from anyone outside. He expected to see Ms. Carr in the room, of course, but there was no one. The door opened, and Tim crouched down slightly, he saw someone from his geography class walk into the room, someone who, like Mark, had started to get very good grades about a year and a half ago. So this was a group thing? thought Tim to himself. The door opened again, and again two students with recent regular As in his reports entered the classroom.
A few minutes passed, with Tim staring into the room through the window as the three students waited patiently, not saying a word. The door opened, this time allowing Mark into the room, just as he had promised. What was going on? This time, however, the door did not shut behind him, it started to close, but was stopped by the stunning figure of Ms. Carr... completely naked. The teacher strode confidently into the room, but Tim noted how none of the students in the class appeared to react to this breathtaking sight. She was every bit as wonderful as Tim had hoped, her breasts, pert and firm, pointed forwards, whilst her wondrous buttocks brushed gently together as she walked to her desk. She nestled her glasses on her beautiful face and looked at the essays in front of her. Tim was in shock at this situation, but certainly was not unhappy with what had been presented to his eyes.
Irritatingly, Tim could not hear what Ms. Carr was saying to the students present in her class, no matter how much he forced his ear to the window.
"Steven, I read your essay and was very disappointed," she said. "You missed most of the core material that I told you to include, and many of your points were undeveloped." Tim could see Steven nodding perfectly normally while the stark naked Ms. Carr went through these points with him. "I've given you a D-, which I think is a rather generous mark, though it could be raised if you perform well now." Tim had managed to push the window open slightly, and could now hear everything Ms. Carr was saying. What was Steven going to perform for her now? Tim was concentrating fully on what was happening in the classroom, completely disregarding what was going on outside.
"On the table, miss?" asked Steven.
"Er, yep, same as usual, thanks. The rest of you can get on with something else in the mean time." Tim ducked down slightly again, hoping he would not be seen, but he really didn't want to miss what could have happened next. He saw Steven clamber onto the table, and lie flat on his back, as Ms. Carr stood on the chair she was sitting on, and climbed onto the table that Tim's classmate Steven was lying on. Surely not, she isn't going to shag him, is she? She can't be a paedophile, Tim told himself. He was right, he realised, as he saw Ms. Carr's next move, the brunette beauty stood on the table, over Steven, and squatted on his face. Tim was shocked all over again, here was his admired geography teacher, completely naked, and she was sitting on this teenager's face.
"So, you know what you have to do to improve your essay, apart from this obviously?" she asked the boy underneath her ass. He responded by simply nodding, as Ms. Carr assumed a fully seated position on her student, sitting completely on his body. Steven's face was nestled firmly up his teacher's butt, and he was doing nothing to stop her. Tim hadn't even seen the main point of this exercise, though, not yet, Ms. Carr arched back: BBBRRRPPPPTTT! She farted on Steven's face! Steven moaned quietly, but did nothing to push Ms. Carr off him, Tim could actually see Steven's chest lift up and down, as he tried to breathe in all Ms. Carr's gas.
Ms. Carr wiggled her toes, looking as though she was enjoying herself, then scrunched them up as she pushed again, to squeeze out another fart on Steven's seemingly willing face: PPPPRRRRPPPP! She seemed really pleased with that one, and Steven's loader moans indicated to Tim that it was even worse than the last one. Steven even squirmed around a little because of that one. She remained in place for another minute or so, making Tim wonder how on earth Steven was staying conscious down there, and then she readjusted herself so that she was again squatting on his face as opposed to just sitting on it. She was looking very pleased, very devilish, and very sexy, as she pushed down on Steven's chest to get some leverage: BBRRPPTTTT! A strong and deep bottom burp echoed out from underneath Ms. Carr's shapely rear end, into the moaning and groaning face of Steven below it. Ms. Carr again held that position for about a minute, allowing Steven to breathe all her methane in, before lifting her ass from his now reddened face, and letting him roll off the table to breathe some form of fresher air.
Ms. Carr recomposed herself, dropped onto the chair and put on her glasses to look over another essay. This time it was Mark's turn to be ëassessed'.
"Mark, I barely needed 30 seconds to read this," Ms. Carr said. "How long did it take you to do this? You've not included anything of relevance, your English is poor at best, and your mark- well, I've given you an F-, the lowest grade I've ever had to award someone. You think you can make this up?" she asked him, staring into his eyes sternly, still naked. Mark tried to look away from her, and finally nodded his head. Ms. Carr sighed, removed her glasses, and said, "Look you guys, Mark's going to need quite a while to get this F up to the A he wants, so you'd best go home now and come back tomorrow night." With that, the other guys left the room, meaning Ms. Carr and her student were now alone in the room, with Tim still watching outside, stunned. So this is how he did it, he thought, they agree to have her farts pumped in their faces and up their noses, and she gives them an A. Tim couldn't believe his beloved Ms. Carr was this perverted.
"Mark, can you just lie on the desk for me?" Ms. Carr asked Mark tiredly. Mark did as he was told, and readied himself for this ride he was about to take through flavour country. Tim could see this trepidation on Mark's face and through his whole body, as if to say, "Is an A worth all this?" Ms. Carr climbed slowly onto the desk, her luscious and angelic body containing demonic thoughts and demonic powers, and nestled her ass snugly on the face of Tim's best friend. She smiled to herself as she leaned back and forth to push her butt further down, into Mark's face, before finally settling on a certain position and sitting her full body weight on Mark's body. "You see Mark, I know you know how hard it must be for me at this school, seeing as I'm the only teacher here who remembers how to fart..." She seemed to enjoy saying that word, adding a special emphasis on the ët', but not breaking wind as Tim had expected. "It just annoys me so much, that's why I do this system. I'm really grateful for you letting me fart..." again, she enjoyed that word, "in your face every week, so your reward has to be an A, doesn't it? I just think it's a shame that if I admitted this to anyone, I'd get fired for being indecent or something, when I know you love this, don't you Mark?" Mark could be seen nodded his head rhythmically, pleasing his teacher as she continued to talk. "Yeah, I know. It must smell pretty good down there when I'm on my best form, right? It's funny, really, I love farting, love smelling my butt bombs, love that wonderful feeling as you push and then you feel the fart flow between the cheeks, then you smell it's wrath, and if you're lucky you can see it wreaking its special kind of havoc, farts are total sensory experiences, blowing your mind with every waft of rotten eggs, but I can't smell mine from the source, and no-one can. That's why I feel obliged to fart in people's noses, so they don't lose the effects."
Tim could see that Mark was having trouble staying conscious under Ms. Carr's bum, as his face had turned bright red, and was now going purple. Ms. Carr looked down and noticed this, and lifted her butt so Mark could get a very small amount of air before covering his face with her cheeks again. "But enough talk, I'm sure you just want to get straight to the farting, that little chat's given me the time to work up a good one. The usual routine, please: breathe in through your mouth and nose, nice and deep breaths." Mark nodded slightly, but was still clearly having problems down there. Ms. Carr leant back, placing her hands behind her on the desk, which meant that Mark was completely buried beneath his teacher's ass, waiting for her next performance.
Tim waited, anxiously, to see Ms. Carr fart again, this time on his close friend's face. Ms. Carr seemed to be happy biding her time, drumming her fingers lightly on the desk, waiting for the right moment. She leant forward and to the left, effort in her face, and clenched: BBBRRRRRPPPP! "Ooaahhhh," she moaned in relief. A deep, low ripple of sound was the most that Tim got, but Mark's hurried breathing suggested that for him, the experience was far worse. Ms. Carr spread her legs of Mark's body and patted him on the chest. "Steady Mark, slow breathing, otherwise you won't get the best effects," said Ms. Carr, warmly. Mark was forced to follow her instructions and did calm his breathing, as she resumed her normal full-weight position. Tim was horrified by Mark's lack of oxygen and almost total obedience to his farting teacher: his friend was still doing nothing to prevent Ms. Carr lewd actions. "Did you get all of that one? I didn't smell any of it, so you must have been really hungry," she said. Tim wasn't sure he could watch much more of this torture, it was making him feel ill, and he wasn't breathing in pure farts from point-blank range.
Ms. Carr stretched her arms above her, yawning, FFFFFFPPPPPPTTTTT! She stroked Mark's hair, but otherwise did not acknowledge him, nor the fact that she had farted on him. She was completely nonchalant in her nude state, and as much as Tim had been wowed by her undoubtedly beautiful body, he didn't want to see his friend being punished so severely, so he left his position by the window to wait for Mark elsewhere.
Mark emerged from the school about half an hour later, reeking and gasping for breath. Tim found him and pulled him to a siding where they wouldn't be seen.
"What the hell were you thinking, agreeing to that? Why are you doing this just for an A?" scolded Tim. Mark just smiled weakly at him.
"Well, like she said, she's the only teacher in the school who can remember how to fart..." Mark trailed off.
"That's no answer," Tim said, angrily, "look what she'd done to you. She sat on your face for almost half an hour and farted repeatedly up your nose, don't you feel even slightly angry?" Mark just looked away, saying nothing. Tim gave up.
"Wait," mumbled Mark as Tim was leaving. "I... I think you should come tomorrow."
"What? She's doing this tomorrow night as well?"
"Yeah. I think you should come."
"Why? What for? To have my face rammed up her crack as well?"
"But you've always wanted As, Tim. And you've liked her for a long time." Tim knew Mark was telling the truth. He did want the As again, and he certainly had a crush on Ms. Carr. He left Mark in the siding, and went home.
That night, Tim thought for a long time about the opportunity he was faced with, before finally coming up with a plan. He decided that he would go with Mark, have the busty and beautiful Ms. Carr sit on his face, then push her off, tell her that he'd go to the headteacher, or worse, and bribe her to give him an A. He slept well knowing that from now on, he'd at last be back amongst the A students, where he belonged.

The next day, he told Mark that he was going to go with him to the after school session.
"That's great," said Mark, wearily, he was still exhausted from the evening before. "Now you'll get As again." Tim nodded, trying to change the subject, but Mark kept on bringing it up throughout the day.
"Y'know, I'm thinking she wants the whole class to find out before long. Yeah, I heard her mention some ideas she had for lessons that involved farting." Tim really didn't want to hear any of it, so tried to avoid Mark for the rest of the day.
At the end of the day, Tim and Mark met up in the corridor where the geography room was. As there were 30 minutes left before Ms. Carr was due to arrive, they decided to go to the playground and walk around. After those 30 minutes, they returned to the classroom, and Mark went in.
"Miss, I've got someone else who'd like to, er, take part tonight," Mark said, and Tim walked through the door. He saw no other people in the room than Mark and the infamous Ms. Carr. He looked at Ms. Carr who, surprisingly, was not naked, but clothed in a long, dull trench-coat. She smiled menacingly, before saying, "OK Mark, you can go for the night." Tim was taken aback, and was worried as Mark left the room.
"Tim, I'm very glad you came. I take it Mark's told you all about what I do in these sessions, well, let me assure you, there's nothing to worry about. My farts may seem quite intimidating, quite powerful, but they're easy to swallow once you get to know them, and you're about to get very well-acquainted with them indeed," she said, smirking playfully. "Now, hop onto the desk, lie on your back, and we'll begin." Tim cautiously lied on the desk, meaning that he couldn't possibly see what Ms. Carr was doing. He waited for a minute or so, before hearing the movement of a chair near the desk, and soon he saw the figure of Ms. Carr looking down at him, as she lowered her ass to settle on his face...
And then there was darkness. Tim had to close his eyes to avoid them getting damaged, and he felt a heavy weight on his face. The warmth of Ms. Carr's cheeks was strangely comforting and even nice to experience, but amongst all this commotion, he hadn't taken a breath yet. He felt Ms. Carr pushing down on his chest, forcing him to start breathing. His mouth had been jammed partially open when Ms. Carr had seated herself on his face, but nothing could prepare him for the shock he was about to have. He breathed in at the will of his teacher, and immediately it was clear that she had broken wind very recently. The warm smell of rotten eggs attacked the back of his throat and nose, enveloping him in a disgusting world of stench. He then noticed that Ms. Carr was rocking back and forth on his face, trying to force his nose as far up her asshole as possible, where the gas was all but ready to come rushing from.
With his nose now poking firmly up his teacher's butthole, Tim felt very helpless, whereas Ms. Carr was feeling particularly happy. She was anxious to break new students of hers into this routine, so that she could change her style of teaching at the school forever. Tim remembered his plan to throw Ms. Carr off him, but with his arms by his sides and quickly losing breath, he decided to wait for a minute to compose himself. Ms. Carr, meanwhile, was squatting on Tim's face, waiting for the right moment to give him his first methane experience. PPPRRRRPPPPTTT! "Ohhhhh..." she moaned, sexually, as she fired her gas into Tim's face. Tim prepared himself to throw Ms. Carr off him, but as soon as the gas entered his mouth and nose, all such plans evaporated in his head, drowned, submerged in this world of gaseous hell. "I'm sassy, and I'm gassy," she told Tim, chuckling to herself, as Tim struggled to maintain deep breaths, breathing in this unholy smell of rotten eggs. She leaned up a little, but not enough to allow Tim some fresh air, forcing him to continue using his teacher's fart for air. She was pushing down on his chest once again, and Tim felt his breathing become even more constricted. Ms. Carr seemed to be trying to get herself sitting upright on Tim, and finally found some sort of balance when she stopped moving, her ass still planted firmly on Tim's face. He had been rendered powerless by his teacher's bottom burp, stuck in a sort of hypnosis that gave Ms. Carr the power to do whatever she wanted. She stayed still for a few moments, letting Tim finish breathing up his maiden blow off.
She was perched on her student, her bare ass still completely covering Tim's face, and now she was ready once more. The foul darkness was started to scare Tim, as the lack of fresh air was leaving him slightly light-headed. He felt her nails dig slightly into his chest as she tensed up again, and he knew by now what that meant. BBBRRRRPPPTTTSS! FFFFFRRRRPPPP! "Ooohhh, inhale those bad boys," she said, as she farted. Tim's nose and mouth were bombarded by two more big butt blasts; the first was loud and wet, really humiliating but not too odorous; the second was less loud but Tim had felt Ms. Carr's ass expulse a huge amount of her foul air thus time round, and he was now feeling the effects, as his nose started to burn. "Mmmhhhnnn," he groaned from underneath her ass.
"Is it getting a bit hot down there? That one did feel a bit warm as it came through the cheeks, the burning you're probably suffering is because of the methane in my farts; I think I must eat too much of something, I get that burning feeling quite a lot when I break wind. But hey, you've got to continue breathing properly for that A grade." Tim was trying as hard as he could to inhale all the air from her butt, but it was extremely difficult indeed. Ms. Carr began to readjust her position once again, and so she leant up off Tim's head, allowing him his first few breaths of freshish air for quite a few minutes. Ms. Carr pulled Tim's weak head up by the hair, and she placed her feet and ankles behind Tim's head. She sat back her firm ass back on Tim's face, trapping him under the cheeks and between the ankles, meaning she could now squeeze his head mercilessly, to ensure that he had to sniff every last bit of her ass gas. "OK Tim, this is going to be your last one tonight, so make the most of it. I'm in this position because the last fart's going to be an SBD, you do know what an SBD is, right?" Tim shook his head: he'd never heard such a term before. "Oh, Tim, what will we do with you? It means ëSilent But Deadly'; my favourite type. Pretty much explains itself, doesn't it? I'll be very pleased if you like it, so start breathing now, OK?" Tim made his breathing even deeper than before, stuck in his dark, hot, foul-smelling prison of asscheek, waiting for what he feared would be the worst blast yet.
Ms. Carr was breathing quite deeply herself now, making sure she had enough gas for this final push, and soon it was time. Tim felt the pressure around him grow as she clenched her muscles: the next thing he felt was an appalling burning flow of gas forced into his face. Then the smell hit. It rocked what was left of his mind: a disgusting, putrid, hot air flowing all around his face, trapping him, and filling his head with the powerful aroma of rotten eggs. His head was pounding, his face was burning, he was aching everywhere: he was in hell.
"Wow," said Ms. Carr, finally getting her reeking ass off Tim's face and to her feet, off the desk. "That last one must've smelt pretty funky, right?" she asked Tim, who was still on the desk, desperately trying to catch his breath. "Come on Tim, I'm not going to do it anymore, so up you get!" she said, playfully, as Tim rolled slowly off the desk. "Well, that alone just about guarantees you the A, Tim," she said, which made Tim smile for the first time that evening. Tim slowly got onto a nearby chair, and faced Ms. Carr. "I'm really pleased you came, Tim, what was it about my scheme that made you come here tonight?" She left him very little time before she started again. "I just know it wasn't because of the grades, maybe that was the reason for some other guys, but not you, Tim. I mean, there's always this overwhelming sense of personal expression whenever I fart. When I tilt my cheek or whatever and push out my own personal, special gas, it's like I'm giving some personal and intimate addition to the world. That's me, I think, take me as I am. Farting is special because it breaks down all boundaries: we can think we're special and that we're perfect and that there's nothing to hate or dislike about us, but farting reminds us who we really are, just simple humans." Tim nodded, having just about got his breath back.
"But there's something more than that. Farting's just so... wonderful, isn't it? The blissful smells that anyone can produce from their butts, wafting around, and that way you can make anyone partake in your work. And the smells are just so varied, rotten eggs, cheese, cabbage, all the smells you can think of. I love farting, completely love it. It's my one true vice, and it's probably the only thing I'll ever properly love, sad as though that may seem to others. And now you come here, to me, and let me just let rip right in your face, your nose, your mouth, I can't thank you enough, and I know you feel the same way for me giving you my farts. I say let's just stay even."
"To tell you the truth, Tim, I'm hoping that all your classmates learn about this scheme. Then I can drop the stipulation that those in the know get an A, then people can appreciate my farts for what they are: farts. Y'know, I dream of the days when my lessons can properly incorporate me farting. Don't do your essay? Loud and proud fart right in the mouth, straight from the source. Do brilliantly in your essay? You'll get a deep, passionate SBD in the nose. Oh, how I dream..." She smiled at Tim, and put on her trench-coat. "See you tomorrow, Tim," she said, as she left the room, shutting the door behind her. Tim, sat there, looking straight at the door, completely in love.