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Fart Feminists Unite! WARNING. THIS HAS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION ADVISED! I woke with a pit in my stomach. Today was the day of action, of revolution. Mary jolted out of bed, ready to start the day; I meanwhile, hung in bed, watching her booty swing confidently into my bathroom. Mary and I had been planning, communning, (and fucking, I guess) for the past week now. We’ve had to hide our relationship in the darkness of our dorm room, where Xiss Bradaldi and her fascist farting feminists couldn’t witness us. Today, that was supposed to end and I hung outside my bathroom door, waiting for my comrade in arms. FFFFBBLLLOOOOOTTT! Or booty, in today’s case. Mary exited the bathroom, the toilet still flushing from her recent log departure. She tsked, me and held me against her chest. I drooped wearily into her soft, large breasts. God she was a tall Senior...I was so lucky to have her. “You ready for this Marcus? There’s no going back.” BBLLLRRRRBBBOOOTT! I felt her bubbly fart coat the outsides of her underwear up to my hands on her back. So juicy and so...alluring. I’d do anything for her, bonus points if it helped me out. “Yeah. I’m ready to end this...one way or another.” She pushed me out and kissed my forehead. “Good. All yours,” she said, gesturing towards the bathroom. “Whew, wait a minute, let me flush that again.” She leaned over to find my head drooped over the shower curtain-I was hiding very badly that I was sniffing the left over residue over the toilet lid. Mary giggled, then shoved her wet shower booty into my face. PPLLLLLRRRRRRRP! I felt the hot fart, coated with milk and bran cereal through her underwear. “God you’re a gross kid. But you’re my gross kid.” Possession was terminology of the patriarchy, so I’ve been told in class. But under Mary’s booty, it was a blissful heaven to be called hers. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I shuffled into my normal seat in the back of the classroom. No one notice me, paid attention to me, or acknowledged me otherwise. Except, that is, for Mary, who took a seat directly in front of me. She looked back to give a wink and a nod, gesturing towards her lower half. Out of the folds of her seat sunk her white booty cheeks, which were struggling to be concealed by her very, very short skirt. “Good luck,” she whispered, then turned back around. I tried my hardest not to eye her asscrack when Xiss Bradaldi entered the room. “Yes, I love your farts Mary and I willingly sniff them. There’s nothing wrong with that.” FFPPRRROOSSSTTTTT! Xiss Bradaldi cleared her throat as I took a long drag on her butthole. “Well yes, good for you too, I geuss Marcus. Your privilege has-” “ANNNDD, you know what else I like?” said Mary. “I like to not smell my own farts because I find them gross. There’s nothing wrong with that and I willingly accept that. So you know what I do when I don’t want my farts sniffed?” Mary reached for my pants and pulled them down-revealing my rock hard boner I stealthily acquired. “I like to plug my butthole with my best friend’s cock.” We all stared in silence, even myself, as Mary lowered herself down. “See? Before- HRGH!” BBBLLLOOORRRRTT! “Ahhh..and after...ohhh,”. A world of pleasure swept over me as Mary began sliding her asshole around my cock. It fit perfectly, like a hotdog tucked neatly between two buns. “SISTER MARY, WHAT ARE YOU-” Mary cut her off again with a stifled fart on my dick. “Ohhh god...yup, nothing wrong with this! I love it and I willingly accept it, OF MY OWN ACCORD!” She bounced up and down, moaning in aggravated delight. We’d never done anal before and this was certainly a- FFFTTOLLOOTTT!- messy introduction. Bradaldi was livid. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOUR ENABLING HIM! YOU'RE ENABLING YOUR RAPIST!” Mary farted again, moaning and leaning back to kiss my neck. “He is NOT my rapist, he’s my fart friend and I want him inside me. Do you want to go against the will of an informed woman?” The class erupted in whispers, watching this erratic new-age feminist with wonder. Xiss Bradaldi looked like she would foam at the mouth. “He’s tricking you! This is what he wants, look at his face! He has you wrapped under the fingers of patriarchy!” Mary laughed and lifted her booty out of me. I found her cheeks spread, her butthole only inches away. PPPARRAPPPPPAAAATTT! Her cute hole sung a livid tune of rancid onions from the burrito into my face. “Ahhh, now that’s a relief to my feminine diet! Is that what you call, ‘wrapped around his fingers’? My ass is wrapped around his face!” She grunted, letting a shallow basey toot coat my nose, to which I dived my face in between. The rest of the girls gawked and made startled noises as I struggled to keep up with each succulent fart burst. When I reached maximum capacity of flavor, Mary sat back down on my penial throne. “No don- GET OFF OF HER RIGHT NOW, YOU RAPIST!” Under Mary’s booty, I hadn’t seen Bradaldi make her fat ass pass the narrow row of desks. God, she looked ready to burst. I started to thrust Mary off of me. “No, he will not! I’m going to keep riding him until he shoots in my ass. If he wants, I’ll shart it all in his mouth when we’re done. THAT’S equality! THAT’S how we should all be treated. We don’t need to knock men down to equate ourselves!” BBBBLLLLAAAAPPPTTT! Mary’s booty couldn’t have said it better herself. I was in a terrified, exotic land of ecstasy as I went deeper, farther, digging the smelliest farts till it felt like I hit her intestines. Bradaldi screeched and tossed the desk over. It sounded like she’d had enough. “I’LL TEACH YOU BOTH EQUALITY! RAPISTS! CIS-SCUM! PATRIACRHIAL SHITBAGS!” The whole class gasped as Bradaldi undid her pants. Mary held me tightly as we both cowered under Bradalid’s fat, pimpled booty. She had difficulty spreading her cheeks, but eventually Mary and I looked upon the shit stained asshairs and knew she had something devastating planned. Her booty bubbled and Mary held me close as it pursed forward. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then and there, in all the confusion, dean Cathers walked in. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” he bellowed. The whole class froze and I swear, I could see Bradaldi’s asshole shrink like a terrified puppy. “Dean Cathers! I, I was just educating these pupils on their privilege, and-” “Why in the good golly fuck are you naked, Bradaldi? WHY ARE THEY NAKED? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? THIS WHOLE ROOM SMELLS LIKE A GODDAMN PIGSTY!” BBLLLRRRRRRRSSSSSSSS! Bradaldi let out a gentle hisser that could just be heard over a pin dropping. Mary and I scuttled away, gagging and crawling for our lives. “My office...NOW!” The imposing Dean slammed the door and stormed away...and that wasn’t even the whole shitshow. Class was “dismissed” early, so everyone bailed out quick as possible. Except for me. Mary joined me by the window. “There you are! What’s down here? Oh…” We loomed out the window, which had the perfect view of Xiss Bradaldi being dragged naked into a cop car. “Rapist! Cis-privileged pig! Take this you bigot!” “I’m gay you dumb bimbo, I- OH GOD, TAKE HER OUT OF HERE!” Mary and I laughed as Xiss Bradaldi grunted, unleashing a hellstorm of ass onto the police officers grappling her. “Haha! Marcus, are you crying?” I was, nodding in agreement. “Tears of joy.” Mary laughed harder, then leaned in close. “Yeah, a lot of joy going on today.” She tugged at my erection; man, how’d that get there. “Why don’t you and I grab a bite to eat and finish this off?” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BBBBLLRRRLAAABBLLLRRTTTTT! Mary sighed as her taco butt belch launched hot, spicy fart into my face. She wiggled her naked ass inward, mushing my nose in the taste. “Oh, what a day, what a day.” she said. I watched her move along my chest, coming to rest on my cock. FFFFTTLLTTUURRRTT! “Ohh….” her asshole burst forth and gently glided on the head of my dick. I caught myself in the glorious flurry of stench. “Mary, you don’t have to do that anymore. Bradaldi’s not watching.” PPRRRROOOOOOTTT! That was the last sane sentence I could muster before her anus sunk around my dick. After that, I was lost. She leaned back, kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. “Well maybe I like it, fartboy,” she whispered, gently bouncing. “You wouldn’t want to deny me my rights, hmm?” FFFFRRRTTOOOTTTT! Her and I enjoyed each other’s company, glad to have our culture awareness checked and approved by society. |
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