The Hazards of Spying
by Lisa

Scott felt guilty about doing this. Spying on Karen from the tree across from her house... it just felt so wrong. Still, hormones are hormones. Besides, it wasn't likely that Karen would find out. It was a victimless crime.
"Yeah, Scott" he said quietly. "You just keep telling yourself that."
Karen was the prettiest girl on campus. Long, dark hair, a cute face, big boobs and a nice ass. A REAL nice ass. She lived in a big house, all alone. Her parents owned it, it was like their summer home. Pretty and rich, it was no wonder that Karen was also popular and even though Scott wasn't Mr. Cool, she was still nice to him.
Scott was strange when it came to people. Even if the popular people DID like him, he still probably wouldn't have hung around with them. They where, in his own words, "Savages". Scott was a scrawny, scruffy looking journalism student who preferred reading, watching t.v and movies and listening to old Bob Dylan records to interacting with people. This was why he was confused by his feelings for Karen. He had always had a problem with women. He just didn't understand them. Yet suddenly, he found himself wanting to be with her. Scott's feelings of guilt disappeared when Karen entered the room warring a white t-shirt and tight jeans. She stretched and sat at her desk and began to work.
He sat quietly in the tree and watched. It wasn't like she was taking her clothes off. He just wanted to see her. Suddenly, Karen looked up. She looked right into the Scott's tree. Could she see him?
"No, that's crazy talk" Scott thought. Karen pointed at him and screamed something. "On the other hand..." Scott quickly slid out of the tree, just as Karen burst out the front door. Scott sprinted down the street, running as fast as he could. Unfortunately, Karen was in far better shape than Scott. She quickly chased him down and tackled him. "What do you think your doing, you pervert?" she screeched. Scott's brain slid into "lie" mode. "Well, your pal Tom tossed my book into yon sapling..." He said, holding up the book in his hand. "I guess he though that I couldn't climb up to get it. Little did her realize that..." "Bull!" she shouted. "You where spying on me!"
"What?! I would never do that... what makes you think I'd..."
"Shut up!" Karen picked him up by the collar of his shirt. "I think you and I should go for a walk." She dragged Scott by the collar into her house. "Well, that's it" He thought. "She'll call the cops, they'll bust me and I'll get kicked out of school. Man, what happened to the days when looking through a girls window was considered romantic?"
Scott was so busy pondering this thought, he didn't notice Karen was leading him to up to her room. Karen closed the door behind them. Scott's mind raced. "That's democracy for you. I.... what the hell?" He looked around blinking. "Ummmmm... pardon me, but.... why am I here? I mean, I figured you would have called the cops on me by now..." Karen giggled.
"No, Scott. I'm not going to call the police. You seem like a nice guy, and nice guys shouldn't have to go to jail. After all... it's not like I was taking my clothes off." Scott almost laughed. "Still, you do need to be punished." She pushed him to the bed and tied him down. "Great, now I'm trapped in an issue of Penthouse forum." Scott took a couple of deep breaths. " Ok," he thought "a couple of smacks with a whip and I'm out of here. I never speak of it again." He didn't know how wrong he was. Karen stood at the end of the bed, looking seductive.
She turned her back and Scott eyes locked onto her denim-encased ass. Suddenly, Karen lifted her right leg and let out a giant fart! PHURRRRRPHT! Scott was shocked. Karen turned around, her hand clasped over her mouth, pretending to be embarrassed. "Oh, I'm sorry! It's the chili I made for lunch. It always has that effect on me." She walked over to Scott. The smell had just hit him.
"Did you like that?" She asked in a babyish voice. Scott's eyes watered. He shook his head. Karen smiled and stood up. She stuck her butt out and made like she was going to sit on Scott's face. She stopped with her crack touching his nose.
BLOORT! She turned. "Sorry. Man, what a funk!" She strained a little and..... Purt... BLOOORT BLOOOORT...POONT! " Oops! Did I do that?" Scott began to breath through his mouth. "Oh oh.... trying to avoid the stink?" Karen walked to her dresser and pulled out a pair of panties. She walked over to Scott, swinging the panties on her index finger. She jammed the panties into his mouth. Scott began to scream, but the panties muffled his cries. He stopped when Karen undid his belt and slowly pulled his pants to his ankles.
She giggled and climbed onto his chest, putting her butt into his face. She let out a giant BLORFT, but Scott wasn't thinking about the gas coming out of her ass. He was more concerned with what she was doing with her hands. She was stroking his cock, and it was becoming rock hard. "Mmm... ummm.... uh?" He lifted his head, but Karen let out an enormous POOORLRPHT that sent his head back into the pillow. She was still tickling his prick and he was getting close to cumming, but just as he was about to shoot his load, she pulled away, giggling, and let out an S.B.D.
"Why, Scott, if I didn't know any better, I'd say... my farts where turning you on" she said. She squeezed out a POOT! Karen Giggled like a school girl and tooted like a hippo until, finally she decided Scott had suffered enough. She started giving him a hand job and continued until he spurted. Scott sighed, contentedly. Karen turned and lay her head on his chest. She pulled the panties from his mouth. "Well, in case you can't tell, I like you." She smiled. He smiled back. "Want to untie me?" he asked. "Are you kidding?" Karen turned and stuck her shapely bum into Scott's face. "I'm just getting started."