Drawn to Life
by AmericanWonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION ADVISED!

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PART 1

The Goddess had positioned her glorious rump in front of the boy, spread and naked for him to gaze upon. In a teary eyed mess, he gazed upon her booty. There was so much majesty for him to take in; the velvet cream skin, the tight, puckering pink hole, emanating her scent ever so slightly. “I-I’m not worthy,” he said, salivating as she inched closer, her anus expertly aimed between mouth and nostrils. “No,” she spoke in a delicate tone. “You aren’t worthy. But your Goddess is gracious and will share her gifts with her subjects.” Before the boy could blink, or summon a universe of words to thank her, the fart blasted forth in a majestic cloud of her bowel’s finest creations.
At least, that’s how I had the comic planned. In truth, I couldn’t get her hand right, spreading the left buttcheek in front of my face. I hated drawing hands…I hated erasing and trying again even more, right where I’d drawn her ass so expertly in my mind. I ran a quick prayer in my mind, flipping my eraser towards the page. “Watcha drawin’?” God, it was like Marie snapped my whole heart in half! With a quick, calculated thrust, I flipped the page and turned to her. “n-nothin’ it’s dumb,” I said over my shoulder. “I mean, I messed up so I was gunna erase it anyway.” Marie laughed, seating herself beside my own art stool. “You’re such an art fag,” she teased, pinching my shoulder. “Y’know, this is ART class. We gotta present our stuff SOMETIME, haha.” I grinned, a little more at ease. Marie was plain as could be; plain short brunette hair, plain face, plain body figure…sometimes plain annoying the way she snuck up on me. But there was a sincere sweetness that made us friends…or at least, a fun classmate to sit next to in Introductory Art. She poked at the current page my hand was under. “Like, what’s that? Maybe that’s any good, huh?” I looked down at the page, where two semi-circles cut outside of my hand. “It’s uh…it’s a dual eclipse,” I lied. Well, it was a full moon…of sorts. Marie laughed. “Okay no offense, but, boring.”
Mr. Roedekker came by, snatching the G.I. Joe action figure off of our workstation and waving it in front of us. “I assume if you’re talking, you’ve already done your figure drawings?” he asked in the usual monotone voice he gave. “Sure am Mr. R,” sang out Marie, flipping through her notebook to her drawing. I followed suit…I’d easily drawn it, way, WAY before class started. “Very nice,” said Mr. Roedekker, none too appreciative to show it on his face. “Go ahead and place that in the turn-in pile. You can leave the sketch books in the cubbies if you feel like you might lose them during the break.” Marie nudged me, mouthing, and “watch this.” “Excuse me, Mr. R.,” she piped up. “When are we gunna do some REAL figure drawings? With actual models?” She’d asked loud enough for the whole class to hear and throw in their own two cents. Mr. R smiled, blushing a little. “When I’m teaching college art and you’ve all graduated. You’re not sending me to jail that easy.” The whole class erupted in laughter and Marie and I shared a fun look. “Nice one,” I gave her, pinching her shoulder back.

Fall break was a much needed reprieve. Still, I had so much I wanted to try out. I maybe spent too much time watching fart fetish videos, reading stories, and watching drawing tutorials…for drawing tongues. In my next adventure, the courageous young lad would be allowed to grace his Goddess’s bootyhole and-where was my notebook?
The question sunk from my end into my heart, where the pace quickened and I could already hear my own frantic breaths. I knew it was a bad idea leaving it here over the break…how could I be so STUPID?! I raced up to Mr. R’s desk. “Excuse me, M-Mr. Roedekker?” I asked. He feigned interest from the own doodles he drew at his desk. Squirrels, so innocent…not like mine. “Mhhmm?” “I-I can’t find my notebook, have you seen it or-“ “Check with someone in class. If you don’t put your name on it, they might take it, Steven.” Jesus Christ kill me. My eyes scanned the room wearily…wondering which poor soul I would have to confront. “Hey Steven!” I heard Marie cry. “I found your book.” She motioned towards me…the mutest smile on her face. My feet were solid stone, shuffling over to the corner she’d secluded herself into. We were barely a foot apart-she held my notebook in her hands…open. “It’s some nice drawings,” she put bluntly, in jest. She then motioned to the clay room, where no one would hear us discuss my embarrassing doom.
In total darkness of the empty closet-room, she spoke. “Gotta say, it’s pretty close to the real thing,” she said with a giggle. “Although anatomy wise, the cooch is a little too “up front”, from what I’ve seen. It kind of goes deeper, like almost near the butthole, ya know?” She was pointing at my embarrassing pages, drawing circles for improvements…good god. “But it’s still better than what I can draw. Guess you don’t need that figure class after all, huh?” I couldn’t hold it back any longer…the least I could do was turn and hide my face as the tears strolled down my face. She came closer, putting a hand on my shoulder. “Hey, hey its okay, I won’t tell anyone! I promise.” My sadness turned to anger, realizing my life was over…I don’t know if I was angry at her so much as myself. “Hey, Steve…Steve, look at me!” she pressured, turning me to snivel and face her. “Do you wanna meet one?” No, now I was definitely angry at her. “Okay I get it,” I mulled over angrily. “Haha, yes I like being farted on. Fuck off.” Now she laughed, just enough to almost get us attention. “I’m not lying! My mom’s a Goddess, I can hook you up. You ever meet a Goddess before or just whack it online to those…I think she said Brazilian fart vids are still in, right?” My lips couldn’t form the words to…say anything negative, or positive…or neutral. She put a hand on my shoulder. “I’m dead serious,” she said, still showing a mischievous smile on her face. “My mom would LOVE to meet you. She loves newbies ever since my dad left.” I wiped my tears. Of course this was just a stupid joke of hers…I didn’t need a response. “Say yes, or I’ll show everyone these pictures,” she said, still grinning. “And yes, I did take photos. My mom loved them, by the way.” So to that, my only option was to say yes.

I was gunna be on YouTube, or RoastofTheWeek, or whatever stupid social media app Marie chose. I still walked up to the address she gave, still sent her a text that I was indeed coming. It was a Saturday, she knew I didn’t play sports or would any other excuse. I walked up to the lion’s den, waiting for her to spring open the door with a group of her friends to point and laugh at me. I rang the doorbell, picturing my artwork already online for the whole planet to see. The question was: what third world country with no internet was I ready to move to?
And true, Marie did have her phone out when she answered the door. Yet there was no screaming, no fanfare. “Hey,” she greeted me casually, finishing the text she was sending. “Hold on, my mom’s just getting ready. MOM! STEVE IS HERE, GET YOUR UGLY FAT ASS DOWN HERE!” She smiled deviously up from her phone. “Come on in, dude.” I was led inside by her hand, shaking all the way. “Marie,” I started. “What is…this.” The woman guided herself down the handrails, taking up the whole stairway with her frame. “Marie Melissa Debbhouse!” said she, scorning her daughter with each step she took. “Don’t be rude when guests are in the house.” Her socks met the hardwood floor and I was graced with her beautiful visage of bright blue eyes and short brunette hair…much like her daughter’s. “Especially when they’re so gracious and handsome.” She finished, throwing me a wink. “th-thank you,” I managed to throw out. It was hard to give anything else to her. I stared her all over, making a mockery of the “pear shaped” figure; her breasts poured out from the T-shirt, sloping down to a sizeable tummy, where her hips then pulled a 180 and 360 all in one. It was a miracle before my eyes…far from what I could conjure from my mind onto the page. “Whaddya mean rude?!” Marie threw out. “You’re gunna be farting on him in a bit!” “No dummy,” the woman threw back. “I’m going to be farting on YOU.”
In an instant, she had her daughter in a headlock with her mighty arms. I witnessed the moon and stars, watching her daughter struggle beside her hips. BBBBBBBBBBRRRRTTTTT! PPPRRRRRRROOOTTTTT! FFFFBBRBRRUUUUOOTTT! Marie grunted, forced to breathe beside her mother’s jiggling rump. The texture of her farts…the consistency!...the smell, even from here…good god it was glorious. Marie didn’t think so much. “Egghh! Gross, mom! Get a fucking room!” she shouted. Her mother chuckled, tossing her aside to let her daughter straighten her hair. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Steven,” she addressed me. “Are you hungry? We’ve finished off some roast beef sandwiches from the fridge but I could whip you up something real quick?” So there it was…the beefy smell lingering in the room. True I was salivating but…not at the prospect of non-digested food. “I uh…no ma’am.” I said. She laughed, bridging the gap between us, sending her arms to wrap along mine. My chin was buried in her chest as she towered over me. “In this household, you may call me Goddess, Steven. Goddess Debbie, if you would.” Marie was beside her mother, chanting, “Goddess DEWBIE, IF YOU WUD PWESASE!” She laughed, heading upstairs into her room. “Have fun, Steve!” she called down. I watched her go, returning to the Goddess in front of me. She stared me down lovingly with her cool eyes. “Let’s go somewhere a little private.” She whispered. And we were off. She led me by the hand into a basement area. For research purposes, I kept my eyes on her jeans, following the shape of her rump as it bounced down the stair steps.

“My daughter tells me this is your first time with a Goddess,” said Goddess Debbie. “You drew so well I thought maybe you would have serviced a Goddess before?” She stopped beside a couch, hands on her hips…a polite question turned into an inquisition before my eyes. She was so gorgeous, so unreal…I spilled. “No I…I watch videos and draw, that’s it. I kind of…I didn’t know Goddesses were actually…”. “Actually real?” she threw out daintily. I smiled back…although my shaking body was far from a smile. The Goddess chuckled and I found myself being led to sit upright on the couch.
“We try to keep a low personality, in reality.” Said Goddess Debbie. “My days of hitting up clubs and gassing dancers are done, Steve. Or fighting crime with my booty. Or trapping little peeking toms between the lockers with my farts.” PPRRRTTTTT! The littlest fart gave me a jump, as I pictured each scenario in my mind. “Y-you did all that?” I asked. She shook her head. “No no.” the Goddess went on. “I found a cute little fart sniffer like yourself when I was Marie’s age. He ran off when the REAL responsibility started to kick in. I should warn you, this isn’t for everyone. The only real way is to find out.” BBRRTTT! PPPPRRRBBOUT! Two more short farts; they seemed to eek out with every slight juxtaposition of her hips. “Ohhhh…I’ve stocked up preparing for your visit. So Steven, do you want me to fart on your face?” I felt like the world was thrust upon that one question…and I had to stay silent to border on security. She sat on the arm of the couch, stroking my hair. “We’ll go slowly at first,” said the Goddess. “But like I said, it’s not for everybody. I’d understand if you wanted to go home and think about it.” I eyed her rump, practically eating the side of the couch. I was scared; this was a step above taking the first dive in the pool, or shooting my first firearm with my uncle. This was a whole different world. I’d curse myself if I made the wrong choice, then ruin my whole fetish, my reality…my sense of smell, too. “I, I don’t…I…”. The Goddess rose with a sigh. She smiled down, stroking my cheek with a hand. “How about just a small trial run?” she said. Then, her booty became my world as she turned her ass to face me.
My drawings came to life in front of me. Very gently, her buttcheeks encase my entire skull. I sat upright, breathing in the fabric in front of me. “Three,” Goddess Debbie counted. “Two, One…”. BBBBBBBBBBRRRRPPPPPTTTTT! I jumped nervously…it was like a gunshot of flatulence catapulted into my face. She must have expected this, holding the back of my head into her asscrack as the fart vibrated on my nostrils for a solid 3 seconds. “How was that?” she asked, slowly shaking her booty. I had no words. The disgusting pouring of salami and mustard was a mainstay on my tongue. My heart sank as my stomach turned-I didn’t like it. I couldn’t tell her but…I didn’t like it. FFFFFFFPPPOOOOOOOOTT! PPPLLLLLLLRRRRAAATTTT! “Ohhh, excuse me, hon,” said the Goddess with a giggle. “Pretty boys loosen my butthole. It’s sort of a thing with Goddesses’.” FFFFSSSOOOOOOOOSSSSSS! I recoiled-my raptor brain screamed at me to pull harder against her hand. “Are you alright back there?” she asked. I breathed heavily….the hot eggy fart had me forming vile thoughts on her ass…thoughts I dreamed I’d never say aloud to a Goddess. Tears formed on my eyes as the stench poured into my brain. “Hon, I need words, okay?” she said gently. “I know it’s stinky and my tush is all in your face…but a Goddess needs some input from her coushin, okay?” BBBBBLLLLLLRRRRRRPPRRBBTTUUUTTT! “Ohhhahh.”
“I don’t-I don’t like it!” I screamed into her booty. I didn’t like being called a coushin…I didn’t like the demeaning position she had me in. I especially couldn’t handle the sauerkraut and sausage toot festering within my taste buds. It was all too real-and the reality was all too scary. “I-I’m so…I’m so-“ FFFFBBBBRRRROOOTTTOOORROOOTTTT! “GACHHK!” Her bubbly fart had me gasping for air beneath her as she rose and let me fall to the floor. I knew I looked like the sad, pathetic mess she obviously saw in me. I couldn’t hold back my tears any longer. I wailed like a baby at her feet, trying to recover any air or dignity she had taken from me. “Sorry sweetie,” she spoke softly. “Like I said, some of those get away from me. Here.” I felt a bit of plastic touch my shoulder- a trashcan she’d conveniently placed nearby. “I’ll go get some Sprite that used to help Marie when she caught a few nasty ones.” I heard the Goddess stomp up the stairs into the kitchen. She’d left the last of her ‘gifts’ on her departure-an eggy SBD slowly crawling into my brain. I vomited, making good use of the trash can.
I felt drunk, handicapped beyond all belief as she led me upstairs. “Here, hustle up front for a sec,” she ordered, blundering past the stairway to aim her ass downstairs. I luckily caught only the backend of her rump as she slid past and let loose. BBBBBBLLLRRRRMMMAAPPPPRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTT! PPPPPPTTTRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT! “Ahhh,” she moaned sensually. I heard her laugh and tap my back. “C’mon, up, up, up.” I fell in line, escaping her chasing fart like a tunnel of doom. She sat me in front of the kitchen counter, a plastic cup of Sprite ready for me. “Drink up,” she said, patting my back. I did so, eager to wash the taste from my mouth. It still lingered, with the sound of her booty echoing across the room. PPPPTTRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBTTTTTTTT! FFFRRROOMMBBBBRRUUUUUTTTTTTTT! PPLLLUUUUUUAARRBBBAAUUUUAATTTTTTTTT! She stood near the kitchen wall, bending and shaking her rump to empty her bowels. BpprrTTFF! PPTTUOTT! BBRRRUUTT! Small farts poked out her booty as she shook and sighed. I’d tap out under those too…I knew it. “I’m sorry…I…I’m so sorry,” I told her. The Goddess laughed, waving her hand through the stink and coming to approach me. “No one lasts under my ass that long, not on Sandwhich Saturday,” she told me. “Especially high school boys on their first try.” I winced as she stuck her ass near the food pantry door, out of my reach. BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAMMMPPPPPTTTTT! I shivered, burying my nose into the glass.
“God, at least crack a window, would ya?” said Marie, bristling right through her mother’s stink to pull out a box of cereal. “How’d he do?” The Goddess massaged my shoulders, kissing the back of my head. “Very good, for his first time.” She said, winking at me. “He got a little sick, but that’s okay. He said he’s willing to try again next Saturday. Aren’t you, Steven?” Again, my life was thrust to the edge of the cliff, waiting for my daring response….I wasn’t feeling too courageous, this time around. “I…I don’t know.” I admitted. The Goddess chuckled, pinching my shoulder the same way her daughter would. “Well, just let Marie know if you’re ready again. In the meantime, draw me some pictures. I’d love to hang it on our fridge.” The Goddess rose up, blowing me a kiss before turning to walk away. PPRTTTUUUUTTTOOOUUUTTUURTTTTTTTT! This time, I tried to keep my head forward, watching her shifting booty as the passing fart blew out her buttcheeks towards my chair…it was difficult.
“Not to be a bitch, but I kiiiiind of need some help with Algebra,” Marie said through a mouthful of Captain Crunch. “You wanna help a sister out?” I did…after another quick trip to the bathroom.

PART 2

The Goddess spread her bare, naked cheeks above the unworthy lump behind her. The boy quivered, staring into her dark pink anus as it flexed out in glorious fashion. PPPPPPPPPTTTRRRRMMBBPPPTTT! “Ahhh!” she exclaimed delicately, as her asshole shot forth her glorious fumes into the boy’s face. “Slave!” she told the weakling beneath her. “My booty is cold! Where is your face? Are you going to let your Goddess starve herself of your touch?”
My hand quivered and I couldn’t swipe out at my face to catch the tear landing on the page. Half her booty was now scorched with my wetness, the lead dribbling down the page. I’d barely managed to draw half of her ass without…Marie’s mom entering my mind. I could still taste the vomit on my tongue, her REAL rank farts sizzle in my nostrils. I had to try again…I had to! So I texted Marie. “Hey, tell your mom I’d like to be farted on again.” She didn’t take long to answer. “GROSS STEVE!” I got back. “THAT’S MY FUCKING MOM YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT! YOU’RE SUCH A FUCKING PIG, I’M ABOUT TO CALL THE COPS OR SOMETHING.” I’d flick her fucking shoulder if she were here. Next: “Nah your cool, bruh. She said come by after school this Thursday, lol.” I’m not saying Marie spoiled the romance…but she did sour the mood even worse on my tongue.

I drove to the same house, walked up to the same porch step as…three weeks ago. Goddess Debbie would be angry with me, no texts, no nothing after my first embarrassing display. I’d already run the prepared apologies in my head. But first, I’d have a word with Marie, reminding her to be a little more…discreet, about our situation. I rang the doorbell and shot straight up as Marie did NOT answer.
“Steven, hello!” said the large, beautiful female form in front of me. “I’ve been waiting to hear from you again.” I looked up into six and a half feet of plump, MILF Goddess standing before me. Any outfit gave a beautiful ridiculousness to her…but a one-piece black bathing suit was pure ludicracy. “H-hello Goddess,” I greeted. “I’m sorry.” She laughed, picking my hand into hers. “Steven, you don’t need to apologize. You can call me whatever you like, by the way.” She told me, a slight wink as she said so. “I’ve a variety of names I planned to call you.” BBBBBBBBBRRRRLLLTTTRRRTTTTTT! The fart pummeled behind her into the house, which she slowly drug me into. The two of us walked into a heavy, regurgitated smell of- “I made some soup, if you want any,” she explained. “Leftover bits of cabbage and rotisserie chicken. Marie seems to forget her mother can cook sometimes, so she doesn’t eat any of it, haha!” Goddess Debbie let me grace her halls, following just behind her jostling rump; the two of us couldn’t fit side by side down the hallway. “No, no I’m good, Goddess.” I told her. Also, “Goddess I…I want to…to smell you but…but-“. She stopped us, tucking my skull into her rump with a swift motion. PPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTT! “Ahhh,” she sighed, shaking her farting ass amidst me. “But you get a case of the pukes because you’re new at this. I’ve been there, little stinker. We all have, haha!” BBBBBLLLLLLRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT! She let go, leaving me to cough just as a veggie fart sent its vibrations against my face. I was shaking as her heat clung to my skin.
“I want you to enjoy yourself, Steven. That’s how you stick with all of this.” Goddess Debbie leaned against the counter, blasting two quick toots along her crack. BBBBBBRRRRRTTTTT! PPPPTTOOARRPPATT! Her short brunette hair swirled as she turned to face me with a gorgeous, knowing smile. “Sometimes, it’s best to just throw yourself in the deep end. But we aren’t doing that. In fact, we’re just going to….soak for a bit.” Her arms tore through the holes in her swimsuit, shuffling it down…and exposing large breasts with bare pink nipples. She looked down and smiled, stepping closer. “It’s okay, you can look, Steven,” she told me, a step away from smothering me within her chest pillows. “I’ll be looking at yours.” She chuckled as her hand reached down to unzip my jean pants.

I was comfortable with neither of our nakedness. We stepped outside, broad daylight, towards the porch deck where the hot tub hummed for all the neighbors to see. Goddess Debbie proudly stepped outside, her naked booty cheeks rippled out small farts as she stepped. PPRTTT! BBBTTOOT…..! PLRMPATT! She turned, a hand on her massive hips to laugh at me by her back doorstep. “I’ve seen plenty of peckers, fartboy!” she called. “You’re not gunna surprise me with any junk in your trunk. Let’s go!” I took one last cautious look around the neighborhood…and at my hand on my junk. I sprinted to the tub awkwardly as she herself climbed inside.
I’d only noticed our distance after she spread her legs and ripped a massive toot to bubble across the silent, hot water. BBBRRLLAARRRMMBBLLRRMMBBLBBBRBB! “Ahhh!” she exclaimed, fart bubbles popping before me. “Come here, you. You can’t expect me not to fiddle with a fart rag so cute in my own hot tub.” She glided over to where I sat, propping either thigh onto mine….her buttcheeks smushing my hips. “Relax, sweetie,” she said. I had nowhere to look but into her eyes. “Like I said…deep end and all that. We’re gunna get you to pleasuring BOTH of us, okay?” PPPRRRMMBBBBBLLAABBBBBBBRBR! I gasped aloud, as her asshole shot with a force that clanged against my testicles. She chuckled, pushing me into her wet breasts. “Go ahead, tell me how it smells.” I hesitated, wafting in the scent of…chicken and salty broth… “I mean,” I went on. “It kind of smells like…pool water, I guess.” She nodded, stroking my hair. “I thought a couple diluted toots would help your nose adjust. Which reminds me…”. PPPPRRMMMRBBBBRRBBBRB! BBRRROOPPMMPBBBRRBBBRR! She giggled, leaning closer and whispering into my ears. “Where’s my drawings, darling? Marie told me you’ve been having some trouble putting stink to the page?”
If I ever got out of this alive, I’d choke Marie and her loud mouth. “I just, I can’t…”. PPPRRTTMMMMRBBBAROMMB! I got lost for a second as her ass stewed the waters in a murky, cabbage musk. My cock twanged, fully erect against her booty. “I…I’m scared.” I finally let out. She kissed my neck, slowly, as little farts rang out her cheeks onto my head. BBRB! PPRBMMAPMT! I felt her shift and felt my shaft disappear inside a cave of ass meat. “Shhh,” she told me, coming up to smile at my face. “Well, we need to take away that fear,” she went on. “I LOVE the way you draw, Steven. It reminds me of a younger Goddess. Mind you, probably a fiercer Goddess than what you see now.” BBBRRLLLRRMMAPPPABBRRBBABBRRBBB! I could hardly imagine, as her rank fart bubbles poured out between us as she giggled. It wasn’t just the chlorine that made my tummy sick. She seemed to sense this and tucked me into her breasts to mask the scent. “It isn’t always clogged toilets and torture for us, Steven. There comes a time where a Goddess just wants…a special, little slave. I understand if you’re not it, I really do.” FFBBBRRRMMMAUUMMBBPPRRLLBBB! She stared into my eyes, as the bubbles popped around my cock. “Do you want to be my little fart slave, Steven?”

There was an eternity of silence as she stared into my face. I opened my mouth to say something…only letting out a small, almost non-audible streak as I gripped her massive asscheeks in my hand. It would never be enough to stop the sensation…to stop the flow. Beneath her glorious booty, my dick was insignificant…though to me, it screamed for attention, quietly spewing its rage underwater.

She raised a brow as I tried to respond. “I…I’d like to be, Goddess I just…I just don’t think I’m ready. That’s all.” My nails dug into her cheeks and I subconsciously let lose my grip-what did I think, that I could suck the semen back up? “Are you all right, Steven?” she asked. “Does your tummy hurt? Would you like another glass of Sprite?” “No!” FFFFFFFBBBLLLRMMBBBTPPPOOOOORRMMBB! “No?” she asked gently, after I’d practically shouted it at her face. “Steven,” she said with a smile. “A slave needs to be honest with his Goddess. If you aren’t feeling well, I need to hear it.” PPPPTTRRMMBBOOMMMRRBBRBRBB! I stayed silent, trying to regain composure, as her toot blasted against my spent dick. She’d snap it off if she found out I disgraced it with my… “can you…fart on my face?” I asked. Behind her, I drug my hand across the water slowly, trying to dissipate my cum in the clear water. She chuckled on top of me. “I don’t think you’re ready for my naked, wet ass in your face.” “P-please, just a few quick ones.” The Goddess sighed, shaking her head. “You remind me of Marie’s father.” She said with more chuckles. “Whelp, let’s see if you can last as long as he could the first time.” The Goddess rose and I hurriedly splashed to mix the sound of her rump rising with my own hand spewing the cum across the waters.
Every angle dripped like a waterfall around her massive, white cheeks. Even the chlorine couldn’t dispense her hanging stink as she turned and spread her buttcheeks before me. “Ready or not,” she said with a giggle, spreading her cheeks to their full width. “Here I come!” I gazed upon a true Goddess backside. Nestled between miles of booty was her asscrack. A tight pink anus was miraculously sized to the size of my own mouth…nothing like the tiny poopers I’d drawn on paper. There was a distinct stain of brown; I waged that part of her body had never seen bits of the sun to color correct…or her bootyhole had never seen too much TP. Slowly, she rocked her ass backwards to cover my entire head within her crack. I spat and breathed heavily as water dribbled along her crack and into my mouth. Her wretched hole tainted the taste where no chlorine could clean. “Okay sweetie, on three,” she said, patting my chest gently. I shook beneath her. What if she saw the cum? What if this was punishment for my sin? Would I ever make it out of here alive? “Two….”. My hands rose up to give a futile push against the Goddess…they went unanswered as the gurgle started and she leaned her full weight on my face. “Three! Here we go!” BBBBBBLLLLLSSSTTTTRRRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTT! All in all, it felt like a pretty decent ending to my existence.

The memory of her anus slapping against my mouth still played in my mind. I remember screaming-a stupid choice, when her asshole was sharting pool water and arid soup water into my face. After that, it went black. There was her stink, overbearing and punishing to my senses; then of course, her weight would seal all that in. I wouldn’t escape. I would be just another piece of garbage she’d eventually have to scrub out of her mighty ass.
Another piece of matter assaulted me, with much less ferocity than the booty of a Goddess. I shot up, angered and terrified at the shard of paper hitting my nose. “GHRHG…quit it.” I told Marie. She laughed on the other end of her couch, lining up one more paper football before shucking it towards me with her finger. “Goal!” she said, as it hit my forehead. “What…what happened?” I asked, rubbing my scalp. It felt like I’d run into a brick wall. “Well you sucked up all of my mom’s ass and it’s stuck in your brain,” said Marie. She lay on the couch, sweatpants and T-shirt clad, poking my chest with a disinterested foot. “I thought you two went at it for hours. She used to make my dad go brain-dead after a couple of days, haha!” I couldn’t help but dart my eyes around the room for an escape. She seemed to sense my urgency. “Don’t worry, my dad was just a shitty guy…along with a bad fart rag,” Marie went on. She leaned forward with a smile, crawling atop my body as I lay on the other end of the couch. “If you want me to be square with you, she’s just looking for a fun little fart slave to hang out with. Nothin’ to serious, dude.”
I nodded and sighed, trying to push past her. A pain shot through my head as I stood up. “Whoah, hold on there cowboy,” she said, grabbing under my elbow. “You aren’t going to far tonight. My mom said you can sleep with her.” No…no, I couldn’t…Marie laughed, ribbing my elbow. “Sorry, I meant with me, you sleep with me tonight.” She and I went elbow and hand up the steps…I feel I had to confess it. “I don’t think I want to be her…slave.” Marie laughed as we entered her room. I almost tripped on three discarded bras-her room was messier than mine! “Actually, you were practically her toilet in that tub. When I came home there was more shit in the tub than water! And cum, thanks for that!” Every word of the sentence made my skin crawl. “He-her toilet?” I asked. Marie sighed, laying me on one side of her bed. “Not on purpose, Steve. She had to poop when she led you in there. It happens, sometimes she pushes and more comes out than she intends to. You have NO idea how many undies she goes through, haha.”
I closed my eyes and was shock to see Marie undressing before me. “What?” she asked, pouting with a hand on her hips the same way her mother did…only with a MUCH smaller frame. “You didn’t expect to eat out my mom’s ass and just SLEEP in my bed, right?” She tugged off the sweatpants and turned off the lights, crawling under the covers with me. Her hand begun to skew down my pants as she giggled. “My mom didn’t pump all that cum out of you, right? You’re still into NORMAL fucking, huh?” I nodded as she stroked. “Good. Cuz I’m not and I may need you to…help…hold on…”. My fellow classmate dug into her bed side drawer, producing a spiraled toy I heard hum in the dark before disappearing down into the covers. She climbed aboard me, pulling down my pants with my now erect penis. “Hold on…hold on…there!” she announced with a tiny gasp. I gasped as well, feeling the suction on her pussy lips as my cock slid inside. The toy was in the other hole…vibrating very harshly, from what I could feel.
I was fucking a daughter of a Goddess. It wasn’t at all in my game plan…I hope I wouldn’t survive to see the punishment Goddess Debbie would serve out when she saw us in bed together. “Hey, dipshit!” she whispered. “Did you hear me?” She grunted, dropping for a few more pumps before instructing me again. “I need…you…ohh..!...call me Fluttershy and squeeze my nipples when I say so.” “What?” I couldn’t help ask as she rolled her eyes and glared at me. “Let’s not get into the ‘who’s shit is weirder’ contest. I’m trying to cum and not hear my mom in the other room.” She bounced…and I listened. Bbbbrrrrrmmmmmmmm! Pppppprrmmllllttttt! The walls behind us spoke of her gas next door, loud and boisterous as we fucked nearly next to her. I looked into Marie’s eyes and spoke the truth. “Your family…is weird…Fluttershy.” She chuckled with me and groaned, as I reached out to pinch her left nipple.

PART 3

The Goddess would spread her bare cheeks before me, overpowering me in stink and booty flesh. Before, I could hide behind the page, letting her full intimacy embrace me at a safe distance…but now, those pictures hung on the wall…and her bright pink butthole pushed forth in a dangerous reality to my nose.
BBBBBRRRRAARRRRRRRRTTT! PPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTT! I moaned, as two beefy sour cream toots piled into my nostrils. She tucked my head into her asscheeks as my skull begun to fall backwards. “One,” Goddess Debbie slowly counted. “Two…three…”. The five second rule. It was a dreaded rule, yet also a desired suggestion from myself. FFFBBBBBRRRRASSSSSSSS! “Four,” I heard, as she moaned to release a groggy, eggy fart between her cheeks. I let myself chance one last puff of her stink; sealed inside her asscheeks, with the fart particles bustling inside my head, I barely heard her final cry. “Five! You did it, Steven! Well done.” I was released to gasp onto her bedroom carpet, gagging as my world spun. I registered that the door opened-Marie huffed in aggravation, fanning the passing fart fumes aside her face. “Mom, you promised he was mine today! Don’t you have work to do?” The Goddess laughed, lovingly poking my neck with her foot. “I do, dear. You know it’s good to clear myself out first! Five more minutes, he’s all yours then.” Marie grunted in anger and shut the door. I had to admit, I was afraid as the Goddess sat upon my chest, gently nestling her asscrack above my face. “F-five more minutes, Goddess?” I asked as her tummy roared above me. The Goddess grunted, shifting herself for comfort. “We need to beat your record,” she stated simply, applying weight to my face. “Besides, I may cut this short. Those pickle and peanut butter sandwiches are going to be a REAL thick dump, dear.” PPPPBBBBBBRRRRRRAAAAAATTTTT! I winced, hoping the slimy texture in the dark was just her butthole.

Some days it was like that. Rough and horrendously stinky, passing out beneath the mighty ass of the Goddess. Marie took a different approach…but none the less wild.
Marie laughed, tucking aside her short brunette hair, like she always did when she was thinking. “Keys in the…left floorboard! So stupid!” she said. I laughed as she inserted it into the bathroom door, hustling us into the next part of the escape room. “Nothing gets past you,” I told her, pinching her arm. She punched mine back. “You got too many fart fumes to solve anything here,” she said with a laugh. “How are you and my mom getting on, anyway?” She went around the room with her petite frame, poking and tapping her foot like a true detective. It felt wrong to burden her with my feelings. “I…I don’t know if…if I can stick with your mom.” I told her. Marie simply shrugged, still working. “Hey, it’s not everyone’s thing, ya know? She’s had other guys bail out…my dad included. She’s not FORCING you or anything…you’re still drawing pictures of her, right?” I nodded. She went on. “You just gotta keep working at it. Oh my…really? A hairpin in the desk drawer, in PLAIN SIGHT! Ugh…”. She ushered me to the door frame for the next part of the puzzle…only to thrust me against the wall.
“Whaddya doin?” I asked casually. I could do so, not fearing for much with a woman my same age, my same height, my same interests. Even when she unbuckled my pants, I felt only a slight amount of apprehension. “Really?” I asked. “That dick thirsty?” She smiled up, stroking my cock as she knelt. “If the dudes burst in, just say we got lost,” she said, finishing that sentence with a quick suck on my limp cock. Crazy mother…crazy daughter.

Time went on…and I was getting better…I could feel it. The Goddess lay doggy style, bare white cheeks spread up on the bed. I practically leapt into them, tongue extended into her asshole. “You dirty dog,” she said with a giggle. “I don’t remember saying ‘go’, slave.” PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRTTT! FFFBBBRRMMMRRBBTTTOOOTT! There was silence as she sighed. I whimpered, as the taste of broccoli and poorly wiped asshole hit my tongue…yet kept up the strokes. She grunted, seeming to want to challenge me. BBBRRRBBAABBRRLLRRBBTTUURRUTTT! I stayed press to her ass, as the forceful fart knocked open my cheeks…it kept me panting…yet licking. “You don’t have to prove yourself, Steven,” said Goddess Debbie. “You’re always open to be my fart rag, for no matter how long.” I kept silent…and licked. PPTTTRRRRROOOOTTTTTTTT! The bile eventually caught up with me. I gagged, exiting out her ass to breathe desperate pants across her thighs. I felt them move as she reached for the garbage pail beneath her bed. “You’re a brave little boy, aren’t you?” she asked with a giggle.
Marie was an insane young woman. I held her upside down, hand standing on her carpet while she sucked my cock like an animal. My narcissistic side questioned how many guys she’d done this with, defiling this same bedroom. My more gentlemanly side chose to dive my teeth and tongue into her pussy. “Ohhrrm! Fuckr!” she moaned, with my cock in her mouth. I felt her tilt along my mouth, squirming until we both fell onto the floor. I was laughing aloud. “I told you this was a dumb position!” I watched her grunt, spreading her meager asscheeks. “You…are nasty,” I told her, watching the butt plug pry itself from the mere will of her tiny butthole. Her asscheeks fell far from her mother’s power…but they sure were cute. POP! Her dark brown pooper winked out and receded into the cutest gape. “Shut up,” she said, out of breath. “And eat it. Now.” I thought it rude to reject her offer. Thank god the taste was a little more palpable than her mother’s.

Time went on…and I think Marie and I were getting…closer. During some point in the movie theater, we just watched…and we knew. She leaned in to kiss me and we held each other in an eternal cuddle…that escalated, and it didn’t take long till we were fucking in my car.
The world of college entrance exams and freshman drama disappeared when I was with her. The ordeal took a whole 3 hours. We both sat in the backseat, holding each other in our goo, telling each other our deepest dreams and fears and…I felt it necessary. “Marie, I…I dunno if I can do this, bu-“ “Mom wants to know if you can come over tomorrow,” she interrupted, reading her phone. “She says fair warning, the beef stew is cooking. I assume you know what that means. You two are gross, haha.” She pinched my nose and kissed my left cheek. “Sorry, what were you saying?” I stared into her gorgeous green eyes…just like her mothers. What WAS I trying to say? How could I say it? I didn’t know. So instead, I simply did it. “Nice ass,” Marie joked, as I climbed towards the front seat and glove compartment. She gave it a playful smack and laughed…before going dead silent when I returned with the gold ring.
In the room of the Goddess, I kept no secrets from her as well. “What did she say?” Goddess Marie asked. FFFFFFMMMBBLLRROOTTOOOTTTT! Her latex pants boomed with the arrival of the potato and green bean soaked toot. I heaved a heavy breath, as the tube attached to her ass soaked the gas mask I wore. It was a true testament to our devotion…both of them, mother and daughter. “She…she wanted to know what you thought.” I told her. The Goddess rose from her chair, hands on her hips. I watched her chuckle, shifting her ass to and fro as squeaky, rippled toots poked from her asscrack. BBRTTLLLRRPPPTTRRRRTTTTT! PPPRRRLLMMAAPRRBBARRUUUTTT! FFFBBRRBRBRBAAOOTMMPRBTBT! Those made me gag, quite horribly; I was new to this gas mask torture…along with this commitment. “Well, as your Goddess, I’m appalled you deem yourself worthy of my daughter. My property,” she told me. I felt her hand wrap around my throat as she gently pushed me against the wall. She stared into my eyes, with all seriousness. PPPPPPPTTTTOOIRRRSSSTTTTTTT! She watched me suffer as the heated, wet fart soaked my lips with her rank shit particles. “You don’t leave my service, fartboy. Not after how far you’ve come.” BBBBBBTTTTRRPPAAPPPPPPTTTT! Her hand then moved to stroke my hair as tears welled in my eyes.
“However,” she went on, slowly peeling the mask off my face. I collapsed into her hand, gasping and barely conscious. “As your future mother in law…I only ask that you treat her right. And of course, clean up after yourselves.” That brought back a fire within me. She laughed as I smiled into her face; then, pulled down her pants and tucked me into her sweaty buttcheeks.

Who would attend a wedding hosted by a Goddess? The answer might surprise you, as it did me. Marie and my friends were there, dancing awkwardly as they felt something was off with the whole event. Of course, the young men and women invited by Goddess Debbie didn’t help. At our table, she laughed, pointing towards a thirty something year old woman fast stepping past the food counter. “I met her at the gym,” said the Goddess to me. “We used to be lifting partners!” “Yeah mom,” Marie threw in, “letting her deadlift your sweaty, stinky ass, you’re a real gym bro!” The woman shot us a horrified look as she approached the table cautiously. “C-congratulations, you two,” she told Marie and I. Then, her gaze turned towards the Goddess. “G-glad to see you again, Ms. Debbie.” Debbie nodded softly, with a devious smile. BBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTPPPTTTT! Her fart cut through the dance hall music quite clearly. "Let me know if you'd like to catch up some time,” Debbie told her, the stink wafting through the tablecloth. “This cake is going to add lots of pounds on my tummy. Maybe we can work them off?” I reached across my now wife, giving her mother’s thighs a playful pinch. “You are such a bitch, mom,” Marie told her with a chuckle, as the woman scurried off.
“h-hey kiddo. Congrats.” Now there was a tall, skinny man before us, nervously clutching a drink in hand. “Daddy!” Marie cried, rising up to hug her step-father. Past her hug, the man shot me a desperate look. I wasn’t quite sure how to respond. “Glad you could make it, Scott,” Goddess Debbie told him with a weary smile. “Want to dance? Catch up for old time sake?” “N-no thanks,” he told us. “I kind of need to get going. Nice to see you two.” Now, he turned to me, deadest on his warning. “Be careful kid. I don’t think you know what you’re getting into.” It was another one of those weird, pivotal moments. I tried to gauge his whole life and my own, in just a moment. I felt confident, after all of it. “I’m getting into her ass and her pussy,” I said with a smile, two fingers jabbing at my spouses. They laughed along with me as the man walked away.

The rest of our lives would have to wait. For now, my wife was naked before me in the hotel room…and she definitely desired my attention. “I love you,” she whispered, drunkenly taking off the last of my clothes. “So very, very much.” We poured into each other, face in face, as we twirled onto the bed naked. Goddess Debbie was waiting for us, still taking off her wedding dress.
BBBBBRRRRTTTOOORRPPPAAAPPPPPPTTTTTTT! “Oaahhhh!” she cried, as her ass bent down while she took off her panty hose. Marie gagged, waving around the fart fumes…I meanwhile, gave a hearty sniff at the rugged mixture of various foods my Goddess consumed throughout the party. “God, on him!” Marie cried out. “Put in on him, fuck!” She turned aside to lick the bedsheets. Goddess Debbie smiled, turning her head to look down at me. I smiled up, watching her spread those magnificent white cheeks to shadow overhead. “I love you too, slave,” she whispered, her large pink anus winking in and out. “Gross,” Marie shot out, as my Goddess poured her ass around my face and the comforters. “Want me to count to five?” the Goddess jested. I laughed inside her heated crack-we were well past training at this point.
FFFFFFFFBBBBBBBBRRRRLLTTOROOOTTTT! PPPRRRBBBRRUUURBBBATTTTT! I moaned as her rugged farts shot pastrami and cheese appetizer into my open mouth. The Goddess bounced slightly, shaking her rump as her toots filled the tiny space between her asshole and my face. PPPPAATTRRRROOLLLLOOOOOOTTT! BBRRRUUUUAOOAAUUFFRTUUTT! She held nothing back as I gagged and licked, moaning beneath her. “God…can’t wait for this for the rest of my life!” Marie countered, slapping her mother’s ass. I had to shout past the fumes swirling like a hurricane in my head. “To death…do us fart!” I don’t think the joke was heard past the rumbling toot of Goddess Debbie. BBBBRRRLLLRRBBPPAARRUBBOOAFFUUOTTTT! I could practically hear Marie roll her eyes as her mouth rolled out amongst my hardened cock. Tucked between booty and my wife, I surrendered to the rest of my life, suddenly drawn to life within the bowels of the Goddess and her daughter.