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Mom and Sister Fart Torture CHAPTER 1 “Damn that cafeteria food…I got to lay off the beans!” I heard my sister giggle as she pushed out another series of farts out of her ass. Bbbbmmppptt!!! PPPhhrrooottt!!! PPPPllaaappprtttt!!!! Ugg…and straight up my nose. My sister just couldn’t stop farting. And I could smell it too, the rotten aroma of her shit-smelling gas up my nose. This was my life, a hellscape where I was nothing more than a receptacle for two women to let loose some farts on their face. I could feel her rub her ass again as the smell of her decaying death stench gas flowed up my brain. There was nowhere to hide from it, especially with that pink skirt of her’s on. She loved wearing that skirt; it helped seal in the farts even more, like daughter like mother. PPPooorrttttt!!!! “Ahh…much better, sniff that up for me dear brother, I couldn’t let these out in class; I would have stunk up the whole room.” My sister snickered as I smelled more of the gas. At a certain point it was less about the smell and more about the constant motion. Her she was, blond hair with twin pony tails and wearing her white tank top farting on my face and I could do nothing to stop her. They were just stronger than me, both my sister and my mom. These were just the appetizers too, my sister farting like this, her farts were always powerfully stinky but compared to what my mom had cooking at her work they were nothing. PPPPhhhhooorrrpppppp!!!!! Another fart, she could go on for quite some time. My sister farted like a machine, a well-oiled machine that cut the cheese on a frequency that few could compete with. The thick rotten egg and broccoli smelling odor slowly spread its wicked fecal wind throughout the wind as it blew out from her ass. It was a noxious cloud of her digested airborne wastes and it had burned a hole through her ass as it was being expelled from her butt, but it was hardly her worst fart, hell, it was probably among the weakest she had released in quite some time. But it was telling that she did not want to release these in public. Instead, she was doing them in my face, because my face was meant for smelling her farts. I was a fart sniffer, obviously, a fart sniffer to two wonderful women, my teenage sister and my mature mother, both of them powerfully gassy and needing a wiling face to fart on. I could hear in the background the sound of some TV show that my sister was watching. I remained in my position, lying on the couch as my sister’s ass remained firmly pressed up against my mouth and nose. I could smell her sweaty panties, spent after a long day of sitting in class. Her ass carried a rancid aroma of leftover crap and lots of her gas, and yet she was still saving her best fart for last. I didn’t know until it had hit me, it was a few minutes from the last fart but it came with all the power and force of her worst, smelliest blasts. SSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssshhhhhhhhhhhsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!! My sister began blowing out of her gas the hottest, most putrid gassy wind that she had yet come up with. I was ready to barf nearly a few seconds after she had cut this wicked fart. There practically no noise that came out from when she pushed out this fart. The gas had blasted me in the face and was already floating upward as I tried my best to take all of it in. I felt her panties burn up as she leaked this fog of damming stink on my face. It was like breathing and smelling in fire, only it was a fire produced in the most sinister of forges, created by the production of bacteria within a girl who had the capacity to churn out record amounts of flatus. “Whoa! That stunk! Sniff it up, sniff it up!” My sister squealed as she rubbed her ass on my face some more. I tried as best as I could but there was only so much that I could take of this putrid gas of her’s. My problems were only beginning however when I heard a door open up, I knew immediately who it was. “Damn, you must have shit yourself!” I heard a loud feminine voice, that of my mother. I probably should mention that while my sister is the gassiest girl her age in perhaps the entire world, my mother is light years better than her. And after work you were sure that she was going to be packing some super foul gas inside of her. Compared to my sister, my mom is massive, she’s gigantic. She’s actually not too much bigger but to me her gas creates a powerful shadow over my sister’s. My sister’s farts are horrendous; my mom’s are freaks of nature. They’re not natural; they are occurrences that have only occurred every time that she and she alone has farted. The scale they use for hurricanes, that’s the kind of scale to use when properly describing one of my mom’s farts. They are in an entirely different league, so when she comes waddling into the room she smiles as she looks at me lying on the couch, whimpering in horror as she proudly proclaims. “Move over sweetie, I gotta rip a big one!” My mom shushes my sister away was she walks closer and closer to me. Even at her age she’s a stunner, light brown hair and a curvy body. My mom was unfortunately blessed with beautiful features, large breasts that strain against her black blouse and a pair of blue jeans that’s probably a size or two too small for her ass. Needless to say, her rear end is gigantic, covering my head with ease. She sits down on my face, rather abruptly and makes sure that my mouth is angled right at her asshole; I was dead in the line for a titanic eruption. My sister loved to fart in my nose but my mom feeds me her horrendous gas and it only took the first fart to remind me of its power. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!!!!!! Her fart was immediately impressive. Right in my mouth, I could taste it, mom was giving me all her pent up gas from work, the more she held in the greater the concentration. The amazing part wasn’t that she released this 20-second monstrous, gassy behemoth of a fart but the wretched stink that came out of it. I felt my head shake from the powerful warm wind of her bean-powered gas. The fart quickly overtook any lasting memory of my sister’s gas and replaced it with my mother’s noxious vapors. I had to eat it all up, breathing in the crap-smelling fart that had emerged. It was actually a mixture of crap and sweat that had married up to form a disturbingly wet-smelling fart, only one that was far more powerful and smelly than any of the other human could muster up. It was a bubbly fart that was so strong that it started to shake the couch I was on. After the fart had finished up my sister was quick to complain about the incredible raunchiness and earthquake-inducing power of the fart. “I’ve been holding that one in all day….here’s some more….” BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmppppppppppppppppppppfffffffffffffftttttttttttttttttt!!!!!! It went on a good 20 seconds, maybe 25; it was 25 seconds too long for me. For nearly the whole time I took in breathfuls after breathfuls of the rawest and most deadliest of fart stenches ever produced by a human. Out from behind her blue jeans, I could feel the fabric stretch out a little further as the gas was forcing its way out to an exit within her sweaty ass cheeks. Once the offending smell of gas had made contact with the sweat buried in her ass crack from the sudden surge of air temperature in the room there was a new chemical mix of sulfur, methane, and mature woman sweat, all merged together to produce the heaviest and most foul amount of gas I had smelt in a while. And forget just the smell for a moment, the sound of her asscheeks pulsating against each other, producing a symphony of duck and blow horn noses all mixed with the sound of large bubbles being popped. It was a sound that was powerful to shake the air and the ground around my mother’s powerful ass; she shook the couch with a force that shook my body like I was having a seizer. She was releasing a megaton of gas with this latest fart and even SHE was complaining through what sounded like her shirt as wrapped up this fart. The whole room now stunk heavily of her fart; there was no corner of the room, no wall, no item that hadn’t been tainted with her gas. She remained seated on my face, ensuring that my mouth took in more and more of her wretchedness, dying with each breath, as she made a comment on her fart. “Goddamn I could kill with that one!” She said, coughing a little as she was unprepared for what her lunch at work as doing to her bowels, I knew very well what was happening. I breathed more of her nasty gas, all in my throat, I was tasting nothing but her pungent gas, and then I heard a gurgling sound come from what must have been the vicinity of her stomach, she had yet another fart and I could already tell, given that this was my mother, that it was going to be bad. “Oh shit…..” My mom screamed as she pushed her ass further across my face, pressing up my mouth with the crack on her jeans. It already tasted like shit and much more, she was about to compound the problem. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppppppppppppppprrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttttttttttttttppppppppllllooooooopppppptttttttttttttt!!!!!!! I felt blowing into my mouth the great power of her gas. If the last fart had been an earthquake then this one was a cataclysm capable of shaking the planet to its core. With my face deep within my mom’s jean-covered asscrack I was experiencing what I had experienced, something truly horrifying and toxic, my mom’s true flatulent nature. Her tremendous blast of gas continued for just about 30 seconds as my mom had kept my face buried deep so that I muffled all I could and neither of them could really hear me, not over the loud ruckus of my mom’s fart. Her intestinal system was using the fuel of the cheese, beans and broccoli as a chemical weapons facility, enveloping my world with its wicked fumes. While it was obvious that she had turned the insides of her jeans into a true gas chamber back when she was gassing me, the gas chamber effects were really being reached much further. My body filling up again with the wretched aroma of mom’s monster fart and it was showing as more brown haze produced a pea-soup fog of pungent gas. The sewer fart gas was floating around, soaking my body with a dew-like substance that could only be described as the condensation effects of her farting. My mom was laughing like a maniac as she finished up her seismic rip of a fart. That condensation ended up turning up to be something a little bit more squeamish than merely the wet fart of a large mature female. The fart continued as a true explosion of gas and shit, mixing her incredible foul smelling gas and raunchy-tasting shit juice. I could feel her jeans get truly wet as I was now sucking in the shitty juice that was coming out from my mom’s gigantic behind. Half of what she was releasing was pure liquid shit and the other half was her putrid fart gas. And if things weren’t bad enough already, she could feel my head go even further into the envelope of her gassy ass. I was caught between a massive ass and soft couch cushions. I began crying out even more, yelling to the top of my lungs, or as far as my lungs could take it, but it was still being muffled by mom’s ass, she could only hear faint cries coming from her butt; they were far softer than the eruptions coming out of mom’s ass. I almost wanted to stop the horror, but once I heard the fart turn squishy at the very end I heard it cease without much consideration. There was something mushing in there as my mom knew what had just happened. “Ooohhh…I sharted! Quick son, to the bathroom!” She got up, leaving behind a fog of nasty gas that was going to fill up the living room for hours. My sister had vacated the room as she was too distraught by the awesome and horrifying power of my mom’s gassiness. She had dragged me by my hands as I followed her briskly into the bathroom. This was going to be some dump of her’s. She forced my head into the toilet seat, in a position that was not for the faint of heart. Then, another loud fart echoed as my mouth had a close encounter with her naked ass, it was as bad as one could imagine and then all hell broke loose. In a fashion that was frightingly normal for her, my mom began pooping up a storm as I heard a dozen turds fall down on my face. Mom cried out in joy as she continued her bowel movement with a mix of farts and shit releases. Finally however she started to get to some of the bigger pay dirt, mom felt a gigantic log inch its way out, moving more and more with every push. I watched as this growing snake dangled out of her asshole. It must've been several minutes just for her to lay this log. Finally it all came out, but she wasn’t far from done as another massive turd took its place in her anus, blocking it up and taking its sweet time to plop out. That eventually came out, she released another strong burst of flatulence and a wave of soft poop chunks continued to fall onto my face. My face was a mess; shit juice was running down my cheeks as I had digested several of her smaller turds into my body. My mom’s shit was nasty to take in, I was getting sick just eating it, but it was normal for her. Finally my mom let loose her wettest fart yet, only a few seconds but it resulted in a jet stream of watery diarrhea that splashed on my face, a truly toxic scenario that sent some of her hot and spicy scented watery shit into my nostrils and mouth. My mom was moaning as she finished up this massive dump, browning my face with a stain of shit that was going to take a long time to get out. She plopped out another couple of loud and wet farts as she finally finished her crap. She got up off the seat and looked down at me as I laid motionless with my head still in the toilet. Shit was everywhere, I was a miserable mess and I resented it all the way, but this was how my mom used me, as her personal toilet. My sister walked into the bathroom and complained about the smell for a moment before she asked my mom a question. “Hey mom, I’m going to get some Taco Bell, you want anything?” My sister asked as my mom started smiling big. Supposedly my mother had set the record for most food ordered out of the particular store located nearest our house, she could store a lot of food in my stomach and she was hungry for dinner. “Let me make you a list, it’s gonna be a lot!” My mom started laughing as she lifted her right leg and blasted out another long and thundering fart with even more stinkiness coming out of it, and her farts after Taco Bell were much, much, much worse!
CHAPTER 2: THE SLEEPOVER “Come on now…sniff sniff dear brother.” My sister’s ass was plastered over my face as I sat on the floor in the living room. Around me I could smell it, the reeking remnants of her fart, a fat juicy one over my face and with her pink skirt over my head she had me trapped in a chamber of her funky gas. I moaned, showing that I was suffering, but my sister was not having any of it this evening. PPPPPPPPbbbbbbbbbbrrrrpppbrrrrrttttttttt!!!!! “Fuck that feels great!” My sister cried out as I felt my face being blasted with another hot and foul-smelling fart out of her ass. Mom cooked a gigantic Mexican feast for my sister and her friends and I was going to be the main attraction for the evening, smelling her’s and her other friend’s farts. This latest fart of her’s felt and sounded wet, and I could taste what was a little juice out of it, fumigated by the raunchy smell of my sister’s gas. Her farts were always bad but this felt like an uptick in the action. “Damn Danielle, that’s potent!” I heard Miranda nag as the three girls with my sister were all laughing at my current predicament. The other two friends, Penelope and Abigail, were all sharing their assessment of my sister’s gassiness. “You got that right.” My sister got up off my face, allowing me access to something that resembled sweeter-smelling air but that was only an illusion for my nearly just begun torture. “Now it’s your turn, consider my brother your personal fart receptacle tonight.” She pointed down at me, worthless and lying on the ground, ready to be claimed by some girl’s booty. Miranda was the first to take a stab at me. She was my sister’s best friend and wore a white blouse along with a pair of blue jeans, not to mention what had to be an ass that was worthy of the high school’s hall of fame. Constrained within those jeans were two bubbly cheeks that wobbled ferociously at each turn as she lowered her face-covering rear over my body. Miranda, the black haired teenager was quick to begin her bombardment. BBBBBBrrrrrrrrrrrrpppppppooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!!!!! Her fart was beefy and bold, strong and loud, Miranda started out blasting my face with a fart that made my sister’s pale in comparison. The five-second long rumbler of a fart that gave off its own mating call as I felt her blue jeans heat up under the discharge of her gas. The fart carried with it the potent, eye-watering stench of the aftereffects of dinner from earlier. She had eaten a lot more beans that day than she had previously, so the high sulfur count in her farts was even higher and the fart carried a far more toxic combination in its ripping. The high content of hydrogen sulfide allowed for her farts to smell even worse and have more of an eye-watering effect. “Gosh Miranda, what was that?” My sister asked. “Oh I just farted…you don’t mind your brother smelling it up…right?” Miranda asked as girls all laughed at my discomfort. At that point she pressed her giant rear back on my face and continued pressing out another series of farts. PPPPPPPPPPPPbbbbbbbbbbbbttttttttttttttttttttt!!!! BBBBBBBBrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaapppppppppp!!!!! PPPPPPooorrrrrrrrrroooorrrrppprorrooorprrrrporporpropppppppppppppppppppppp!!!!! Three farts rumbled out of her ass and the last fart sounded and smelled like an absolute nightmare. When I feared farts, I feared stuff like this one, it was insanely powerful and none to pleasant to smell up. She had felt that last wet fart blap out of her cheeks as a hot, putrid wind, as warm as an oven, piercing through her underwear and jeans as it made a beeline for my face, willing to share its molten, gaseous air with it. Her gas had caused my eyes to water profoundly and I started gagging and coughing. It felt like my face was being bombed, damaged by the irrepressible aftermath of Miranda’s farting. I did my best to breathe in the gas but each breathful was already causing my lungs some serious damage and that was before she unleashed her smelliest fart yet. BBBBBBBBBBBBaaaaaaaaaaaappppppppppprrrrrrrppppprrrrrrrrrrrpppppppppppppttttttttttttttt!!!!! A stereotypical ripper of a fart, it was larger than anything she had done up to that point and I could feel it. A steamy beast of a fart erupted from Miranda’s jean-covered behind as it vibrated my body with the force of a small earthquake. For 10 seconds, there was a bubbly sound coming from her butt as the gas was being forced into every available space of my being, before being forced out. The room itself was already smelling of her fart, and this was only the beginning. All over the chest of my body, the familiar stench of Miranda’s intestinal product was being pushed out. The unholy stench of digested food was at the forefront of this fart and the inside of the entire sleeping bag, what little free space there was already stunk to high heaven and beyond of Miranda’s Mexican-flavored fart. Her nose twitched and she even held in her breath for a few seconds as the steamy gas flowed out from her ass and into my face. It smelled as if her pants were shoved into a latrine and left there for her to crap on continuous times. There was also a strong odor of fire itself, fire that had been created by her own farts and mingled in to produce something heinous. She shoved the back of her pants over into my face. I started breathing the usual, but far more powerful aroma of beans and broccoli as the burning smell started flowing all throughout my body and into my lungs and brain. The smell was enough to burn some of my nose hairs and cause my lungs to warm up briefly, and the girls were all laughing maniacally as Miranda finally took her fat ass off my face. She fanned the back of her ass as my sister commented on how bad her farts were. “Normally you’re not that bad….but damn you are sure ripping them tonight!” “I’m all out for now…who wants to go next?” “I do.” If there were anyone’s farts I feared smelling the most after my own mother it would probably be Abigail’s. She was chubby and had the most weight of any of the girls; she just looked like she was created to produce some vile smelling farts. She was as tall as my sister was but much wider all around, she was fat, maybe not hideously fat but she weighed more than the other girls for sure, she probably weighed more than my mother. Despite her rather cute face and black hair she had a rear that was monstrous to behold. Two twin blimps of booty meat that were easily the biggest of her friends. Encased in a pair of grey sweatpants Abigail had to have some sort of clothing to fully contain them. I feared that jeans were too small to cover what she had. And now that giant ass was sitting right on my face. Right off the bat I could tell that she was about to unleash something truly messy. I could smell it, deep within her crack, the smell of shit. And not just a small faint aroma like I would get from my sister’s ass or even my mother’s, no this was a giant wafting dosage of shitty gas right over my head. I could barely make out anything that Abigail was saying, something about the food she ate, she said beans a few time, but Abigail was not picky with the kinds of foods she ate so beans was only the beginning of a large portion of food she ate. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPooooooooooooooooooooooo With her giant ass Abigail had unloaded a massively fat fart on my face. This was the fart of a chubby girl, a chubby girl who ate A LOT. A disgusting, really disgusting fart had emerged from Abigail this time, not even five minutes after her latest eye-watering bomb. The fart really sounded wet and smelled this time of infinite amounts of crap. I could actually feel the insides of her sweatpants panties become moist as it sounded like she had crapped herself. My stomach, the shirt I was wearing had gained a new wet spot on it from the sheer force of the wet fart that my sister’s chubby friend had laid. It smelled now more than ever of rotten eggs as the sulfuric content of the fart was on overload. I had found myself downwind from some of Abigail’s outbursts in the past and this fart smelled infinitely worse, a real mindboggling thought. I was being pushed into the ground by this massive girl who had just cut a massive, wet fart on top of me. “Oh sick Abby! That’s fucking rank!” Miranda cried out, not even forgetting the smelly farts she had cut in my face. I couldn’t agree more as Abigail rubbed her giant rump all over my face. My lungs were feeling deflated by the furious stench and noxious aroma of her farts, but it was that shitty smell that was coming back at me. With each second there was more and more of her eye watering aroma. It smelled like a toilet, like an outhouse really, an outhouse after each of these girls had taken their largest craps every, all of that combined just the smell of Abigail’s asscrack right here and there. “Better on him….better on him.” Abigail responded as she panted for a few moments. She started squinting her eyes and squirmed a short bit as she pushed out her next fart. There was a clear and sudden them to her farts. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Big, fat and wet Abigail’s farts were. She could do nothing else but big, fat and wet. This girl was farting behemoth and with her added weight I knew that she could pack in a lot of food into her gut to produce this corrosive-smelling gas. It was obvious that she had eaten way too much and whatever Mexican she had brewing inside of her made every aspect of her farts seem more enhanced. It was a very stinky 15-second fart that came from between her cheeks, flapping them violently for the entire period against my face as the gas began to spread its contamination throughout the room. The commanding blast had my body and the seat I was in and sounded like a pure bomb of stink against my body, producing a muffled up noise that had to be seen to be heard, it was a very unique sound but one of pure power. The fart smelt heavily of Mexican food and cheese and flowed directly into my face with another burning hot aroma. My head felt as if it were on fire from the sheer force of her piping hot fart gas, still spewing with the aftermath of her spicy Mexican feast. Her gas was quickly spreading its stink to every corner of the room and only picked up in intensity as I began to gag and tear up my own eyes under the enormity of this fart. This was a room-clearing fart of truly epic proportions, and she had dropped it right on top of my face. “Oh my God Abby. That’s wicked!” My sister commented as the girls commented on wanting to move away from her, there was no doubt that she had unleashed another disgusting sounding fart. But Abigail still wasn’t done. Without any sign of remorse from her I felt her cheeks flinch again and she bushed out one last fart, the wettest of them all. PPPPPPPbpbpbbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbbpbbbbbbphhhhtttttttttttttttppppbpbpbpbpbbpbpbpbpbpparrrppptttttttttttttttttttttt!!!!! The unfathomable, thundering fart had been forced out from between Abigail’s cavernous butt crack and through her stained sweatpants began to fill the room, this time with much more ferocity. My nostrils and mouth received another bout of eye watering and puke-inducing stench as her gas generated a haze around that living room that was beginning to fill the entire downstairs of the house to an impossibly-ridiculous condensation around the individual rooms. As the fart continued to bubble out of her ass the smell began to really pick up and it was becoming clear that there was a particular nature behind this kind of fart, it signaled something else coming ahead. I had recognized it before. The fart still smelled like the copious amounts of Mexican she had eaten but not there was a heavy dosing of pure shit intermixed as the fart was growing wetter by the second even as it kept its deep-toned tone at a loud pitch. The fart began to smell like an entire outhouse, filled with lots of Abigail’s shit. God was it a glorious smell, shit and more shit, mingled in manure and rotten eggs it all came together to form something outrageously horrid. I could feel a few small droplets of raw, liquid shit come out from within as they slowly condensed themselves within inside of her pants. A big girl like herself she hardly cared much if a fart like this was a little wetter than typical. Although it was in relatively small quantities, she was spraying the surface of my face with a fart-smelling shit, or rather with her shit-smelling fart juice. After the amount of around eight seconds her fart had once again finished its eruption, petering out into a mix of gas and crap coming out through her panties. She hadn’t sharted technically, but she was awfully close. It smelled like a bathroom, like her bathroom and as soon as she was finished she got up from her position and stood up in the living room with her hands on her hips as she smelled the air for satisfaction. “Whoa! Better check my panties after that one!” Abigail screamed as she got off my ass and gave me a headache in the process, the sudden shift from shit-smelling air to fart-smelling air was enough to throw my mind off. I looked around at the four girls laughing at my predicament. Abigail had practically sharted on me and she was now pushing her hand deep….DEEP into her butt crack to see if it had gotten wet. A preview of coming attractions, Abagail was notorious among her friends and classmates for rendering toilets useless after she was finished with them. “Well…guess it’s your turn.” My sister looked over to her right and there stood the quietest girl of the bunch, Penelope. She was the nerdiest of the three, but still very good friends with my sister. She was a redheaded girl with her hair bunched up in a ponytail. She was wearing a yellow blouse and a tight pair of blue jeans that stopped just below her calves. She was rather curvy for a young woman such as she was, but she hardly ever said a word, or said very little. “Are you sure? I mean….does he mind?” Penelope asked timidly. “Oh of course not.” My sister answered. “His face feels great!” Miranda laughed as she looked at me. “Great? I could hardly feel his face…my butt had to be its own cushion!” Abigail added as the other girls giggled to her comment. She was still fanning the foul shit-smelling air behind her. “Yeah, you see, his face is meant for your booty…so why don’t you sit on there and show him what you’ve got!” “Well, I don’t know if it’s much.” “Oh….just do your best. I have faith in you Penelope!” My sister coached her redheaded friend as she moved around and shifted her body so that she could sit her ass right on top of my face. Unlike the other two girls, Penelope’s ass felt firm, very firm and engulfed most of my face. Each girl had a nice ass that was certainly an eye opener to people, but Penelope’s felt perfect, the perfect girl ass. “Okay…I hope this isn’t too bad.” Penelope had such a sweet voice, a timid but sweet girl, I was assuming that her farts would be the most merciful of them all. I was way, WAY WRONG! PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I heard the girls gasp in horror and/or delight when Penelope blasted her fart. Every other fart I had ever smelled was nothing compared to this titanic toot! This was a tremendous fart that exceeded all expectations. It was a long, drawn out blast that sounded like a dozen tubas being blown into at the same time. It was so powerful that I could feel the floor beneath me vibrating from the remarkable sound that was being produced. My ears were ringing from the loudness of her fart. The masterful explosion that shook my body and expelled load of toxic gas that was quick to fill up the room with its lethal stink. It was a dreadful hot smell that smelled like burning diapers and raw shit, mixed in with beans and rotten eggs to produce an overpowering smell that smelt worse than anything that the other girls had farted on my face up to this point. Even my mother’s farts weren’t THIS BAD. It was a powerful burst of stench that caused for my sister and the two other friends to squint their eyes as they had to shed a few tears from the burning smell. They also had plug up their noses with their hands as Penelope’s gas grew worse in intensity. My face was being burned with a thick radiation-like cloud of stink from Penelope’s fart. “Oh I’m so sorry….so so sorry. I’m sorry girls!” Penelope cried out as her nearly MINUTE-LONG fart was ended. My heart was racing as I was trying to comprehend exactly what I had just witnessed. The girls were about to say something when the gas bug hit Penelope again. She quickly smashed her ass even deeper into my face and began farting up a storm, a super powerful fart storm. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAA PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRR BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL Three more colossal stinkers roared their way out of her bottom. The steam that was rising from her ass from the first fart had become a column of cloudy gas that continued to flow up from her ass as if from a factory. The stench that came out too was just as powerful as the first one, and was only an intensification of the first fart’s stench. My face rattled with each of these earthquake farts as I was ingesting nothing but her extra humid and stinky gas. She was a relentless machine and for being the quiet one of the group she was farting with an impressive intensity that the other girls just couldn’t muster a challenge to. There was no way that anyone couldn’t see the scrunched up face as she had to breathe in all that potent gas. It reeked beyond belief in that room and her other friends were crying as they were scared of the farts she was cutting here. But it was my face taking it all in, all of Penelope’s farting power. My head was being wrecked by the sauntering stench of her nasty gas and the thumping bass power of its sound. She leaned slightly over to her left as she concentrated her body and began to rip another series of terrifying rippers that shook my face with all the fury of her gas. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR What was happening to this girl? My sister was bad, my mother was much worse, Miranda had some bad gas and Abigail’s were disgustingly bad but Penelope was wiping the floor of all of them with her monstrous braps of insanity. How could this girl even fart like this? I was worried that I was not even going to survive the full onslaught, a valve had been opened in this “sweet” girl’s ass and my face was being plumed with WAY too much gas. Like clockwork, she released these five devastating farts as if it were nothing. Each fart lasted a minimum of 20 seconds and they were released with such power, such authority, that the paint in the living room had started to peel off the walls of the room. The sound of these farts was enough to rattle the walls with the force of a 5-pointer off the Richter scale. The final fart went on for 50 seconds as she pushed with all her might this massive amount of flatulence, creating a new form of stink that amazingly had surpassed anything her friends could ever DREAM of releasing. After the fart was finished she started waving the air around as she got up off of my face at the sights of her horrified friends. My face had been smothered with a dampness that had covered me with her atrocious gas. It was a vapor cesspool of filth that hung around her room. This smell wasn’t going to go away for a long time and it had the foulest concentration of hydrogen sulfide possible, or at least humanely possible, at least until… BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBMMMMM “Back on his face! Back on his face!” My sister screamed as Penelope began blasting out yet another gigantic fart. I watched her jean-cladded ass fall back on my face with the force of her strong fart blowing against my skin. Soon I was back underneath her farting as she farted some more. I began hacking my lungs out as she released her potent blaster straight on my face, shaking the ground with another earthquake force fart. Her friends had to vacate the room as they found no refuge in there. It stunk way too bad for her to remain in there, and that was the problem with Penelope’s diet, whatever it was. As soon as her friends left the room I felt her ass tense up again as another gas bubble hit her stomach. She braced her hands on the side of my face as she leaned her body, using my face as best as it could to take in her gas. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHH PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBEEEEEEE PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF Her first two farts blasted my face with the force of a sonic blast as more gassy fog emerged. The smell of rotten eggs and burning broccoli could be smelled in heaping quantities as the farts rattled out of her ass with a great authority. The final fart was a burning hisser, one that burned a small hole within her blue jeans as I felt a small amount of open air make contact with her burning asshole. Quickly, the burning, stinky wind made a direct connection with my nostrils and infused a severe case of gas poisoning that was not going to clear out of my mind for a long time. The deadly smell was quick to claim my nostrils as it streamed up them and infiltrated my brain with a foul batch of flatulent wind. It was a combination unlike any other that I or anyone had the displeasure to smell. It was a burning stench that produced a vapor so strong that it carried particles of raw shit in them. When she released all this gas I could taste her shit in the air. And it wasn’t just a normal shit smell; it was dog shit on steroids. The air inside the room grew hazier as the seconds passed on and the fart grew in power. But more and more, the overpowering smell of Penelope’s silent fart was growing. I was losing my will to live as my eyes were slowly blinking back and forth, the burning stench of the air was too much for my eyes to handle and they were tearing up from the killer stench. After about a minute of breathing in the prosperous stench from her fart, my eyes had been stung too much and my lung capacity threatened to the point that he couldn’t take it anymore, I passed out. |
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