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My First Experience With Fart Fetishism
It was a hot summer day. At the time, I was hanging out with my best friend, Kelli. Note: She is quite the tomboy. We were both about 13 or 14 at this point. We were outside tanning in the afternoon after eating hot-dogs and baked beans that my brother had made. I was pretty content, but I guess Kelli was not. As I lay there, she told me to close my eyes as she had a surprise for me. I, being naive, listened to her and closed them. A few seconds passed, then I felt her warm butt cheeks touch my face, followed by her legs putting weight on my arms so I couldn't push her off. Had her rump pressing down on my mouth, but only lightly touching my nose, so that each breath I took forced me to sniff her butt. It was a little smelly, but not unbearably so, it was just an earthy scent. Though I wouldn't have admitted it at the time, I honestly kind of.. well, loved the smell. :) I tried to ask her what was going on, but it came out as a muffled "Mmmphh!" She giggled, then sighed. For a brief second, I wondered why she had sighed, but then it hit me - she had farted on my face! My initial reaction was to struggle and try to break her hold, but then I realized; I was loving every moment of this! Her smelly gas, her dirty butt dominating my face; the warmth I felt wasn't simply one of humiliation, it was one of arousal for the situation I was in. I stopped struggling, and just laid still. She assumed I was accepting defeat, so she started to taunt me by rubbing her butt all over my face - particularly my nose region. Then, she planted it back in its previous spot, so that it was touching my nose just enough for me to get the full force of the pungent smell of her rear but not so much that I was smothering and said in a sarcastic, yet almost sadistic voice, "I know how much you liked that last fart, but you'll looooove this one!" Then, I felt her butt muscles clench, followed by a short, disgusting-sounding fart. It smelled much like the last one, but it turned me on even more than the last one, as this time, it was loud and preceded by her humiliating words. I sat there and sniffed and inhaled it deeply, but apparently I wasn't discreet enough while doing it. "Oh my god, Dani! You're actually smelling my farts!" She said. I sat there, too embarrassed to try to speak. She turned her head around and looked over her shoulder and said, "Aww, don't worry! It may be weird, but I don't mind." Her words were very soothing. At this point, I expected, with much sadness, that she was going to get off of my humble face, but she stayed right there. "Since you liked those last few, I guess I'm going to have to stink you out! From now until I have to go home, you are going to be my personal slave. I'm feeling kind of farty, and I hate the smell of my farts. You better make sure you sniff it all, or by the time I'm through with you today, you're going to hate being under my butt!" She said in a forceful and sexy tone, then, much to my glee, she farted again. This one sounded disgustingly wet. "Peeuw! I can smell that one already!" She exclaimed. It was true, this fart was particularly stinky, but I inhaled it all the same! I got much more out of this fart because, now that the cat was out of the bag, I no longer had to be discreet about my newly found fetish. She started to grind her butt on my face again, which was absolutely delightful. This cycle continued for a couple of hours - she would taunt me, release her stinky gas on my helpless nose, then rub her rear on my face. Sadly, it started to get dark and she had to go home. She hugged me, then laughed and said, "Ewwwwwww Dani! Your face smells like butt!" And it was true! I could still smell the stinkness left behind by her butt and farts. Sadly, it was nowhere near as strong as it had been earlier, and the smell would soon disappear. Then she added in an almost sexy tone, "We'll have to do this again sometime!" and I just about did a cart-wheel! Little did I know that this marked the beginning of my new fart fetish, and the beginning of a "slavery" to my best friend that still lasts to this day! Note: I told my 2 sisters about this fetish later that night, and they were, luckily, very supportive in more ways than one. But that is a story for another time! |
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