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Re-Ass-Similation WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, FART/BUTT FETISHISM, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. My natural instincts told me to get as far away as possible from Ms. Robinson’s naked ass. FFRRRLLLBBBBUUUTTT! Her fart was relentlessly stinky. As I drove my head upwards to the source of her bright pink butthole, every fiber in my being told me to pull away. This wasn’t the first time that I had semi-willingly pulled myself into her asscrack. And it definitley wouldn’t be the last. “Seventy...nine!” I struggled to put out. BBLLRTTT! Her asshole punctuated my count as I sunk back onto the floor. I had been under Ms. Robinson’s teachings,(and I geuss ass) for a little over a year now. Although I had slowly gotten used to the smell, I had never completely gotten over it. Even now, her ever changing diet never ceased to amaze me. I rose up to meet her asshole once more. “What is this, 60?” she said half interested. She sat naked on my chest, the full force of her thighs weighing into me. I was still a scrawny sophomore, being sat on by an almost 250 pound guidance counselor. However, her exercises had definitley toned me better. “It’s 80,” I said just before she gassed my face. I took a moment to rest as her bean flavored fart circled my face. Staring into her entrenched butthole gave me no motivation to push upwards. “I have some homework to do before 6. Are we almost done?” I rose again, met with a bubbly fart. These situp exercises were some of the worst Ms. Robinson could devise. “Perhaps.” she muttered, more interested in her novella and potato crisps. “Let’s see how you finish this set.” FFRRRRLLPTTTT! She let loose another fart on my face when I went down. It was technically unfair, not called for in the workout. But Ms. Robinson made her own rules for her exercises. Each of them was made to push me to a desired goal. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Between talking to Natalie and being gassed by Ms. Robinson, I’d say the latter was much easier. I felt my hands shake and my armpits sweat just casting glances at her. She looked beautiful, even with her plumpier figure. I walked towards her, making sure not to catch her by surprise. My eyes met her beautiful blue ones and I tried to keep laser focus on them. Trust like Mrs. Robinson had trained me. “Hey Natalie. Are you going to Dean’s party tonight?” I asked. It was a stupid question and I asked it stupidly. She was a popular senior; no doubt she would be going to a popular kids party. It was only by the grace of some God that I had been invited too. But this was all I had worked up for. “Yeah. I’ll see you there.” she said. I had to hold my breath to exhale until she left. She hadn’t said it awkwardly, or in distaste for the previous me. It had taken a matter of months, but I was no longer the creepy stalker. I hoped. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ms. Robinson had brought my physique to a more likeable standard. She had managed to bring out some muscles in my wimpy figure. It was no small feat on my part. FFFFLLRRPPBBOOTTTTT! Ms. Robinson’s asshole exploded above my face, but that was no doubt the rest of it. I held her ass in both my hands, shaking under her massive weight. “Down,” she muttered almost a hundred times before. And with that, I brought her personal stink down unto my face. Despite not doing a thing, she had gotten sweaty just from my body heat. Her frothy fart still stank as I struggled to push her up once more. BBBLLRRRLLBBPPTTT! “Down.” “Remember, focus on the center. Pretend my pinky texture is her...what color were her eyes again?” FFFPPBBBLLRROSSTST! Past the wet fart of her bulging butthole, I tried to imagine Natalie’s eyelashes closing in for a wink. I must have been hallucinating from all the methane. “They’re..blue...no navy.” I said struggling to lift. The exercise was built to build up my strength but also my concentration. Holding up Ms. Robinson parted her cheeks, allowing a perfectly grotesque view of her asshole. PPPPRRPTTTTTTTT! It took all my willpower to transform her disgusting ripple into the ocean of blue that was Natalie’s face. My hands wobbled, stuck an inch above my face. “Come on, Blake. Do it for Natalie.” BBBBRRRRBBLLBBBB! I grunted as her butt gassed me point blank. “Up! Up! For Natalie!” she cried, pushing me and her asshole to the limit. PRLLLBBBBBB! FFRRROMMPTPTT! PPPSSSSSS! My arms screamed in pain as my nose burnt from the acidic smell. It soon grew worse as my strength failed and I slowly lost the battle to her gigantic ass. Within moments, I was engulfed in the musty stench of her asscheeks. I could hear her giggle above the sound of my strained breaths. “No worries, Blake.” she said, adjusting her cheeks on my face. “You have the determination at least. That will bring you closer to connecting with Natalie.” PPLLLLLLBBBBTTTTT! Her asshole echoed the fruits of my upcoming struggle. She straddled my face, continuing to fart until I regained the strength to push her up off me again. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Natalie and I slowly became closer over the coming months. I could even call us friends. We took the same classes, I took in her same interests. It wasn’t long till she was asking about me, where I was, what I was doing. So she was showing interest in me. Intrigue maybe? I decided to test my luck with her one day. “Hey Natalie?” I said walking to class. “I was wondering if you wanted to go see Telling Tales with me this Friday?” She seemed shocked...oh no, what did I do? “Telling Tales? The Romcom flick?” she was now laughing and I geuss I had the nerves to relax. She was laughing at an external source...the movie maybe? Or was it still me? “Sure Blake,” she said tapping my arm. “But I heard that movie sucks. So you’re paying.” I had never felt such satisfaction, such a feeling of awe...and butterflies. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Desperation kicked in as Ms. Robinson pulled her thighs tighter around my neck. FFFFLLBBOOOTTTT! She had me trapped like an anaconda, bringing me closer to her asshole with each squeeze she put forth. I felt her feet pull me in closer, despite my arms pulling at her ass. PPTTRRRROOTT! FFFLLTTBBSSHHTTT! A little bit of ass sweat stung my face as her dairy flavored fart shot onto me. She lay on the side, but now felt it was time to finish me off. “Come on, Blake, breathe and push, breathe and push. Find an exit point!” She turned, now sitting on me full force with her feet nestling my skull above her floorboards. PPTTTOORRRROOFFTTTT! The bouncy fart rippled off into a silent, airy mixture of corn and sour cream. I tried wresting my fingers under her nest of fatty asscheeks, but it was no use. With no methods of escape, I let her legs and farts choke me into submission. I awoke to her toweling her private areas off. I felt like shit and probably smelled like it too. “10 minutes. You lasted 10 minutes this time,” she said, not facing me. I could offer no response but pained moans. She finally turned and smiled. “Cheer up, Blake, that’s 2 minutes more than our previous records. And just look at those muscles!” She moved towards me to lightly kick my pecs and arm muscles. It was true, I was getting buffer. It seemed like she was also getting fatter as well. The situation was a polar opposite as fitness, with her giant asscheeks being my dumbells. “You’re going to kick ass this Friday,” she said, sitting beside me. “Just remember, pay for the snacks, no matter what she says. Hungry or not, if you keep a girl fed, you keep her happy. Here,”. Ms. Robinson draped the sweaty rag across my face, once again sending me into a cataclysm of her ass sweat. “Start a laundry load. I’ll be in the living room waiting for dinner.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The date was going better than I could have imagined. The movie was shit, just as Natalie had warned. But after Ms. Robinson I had taken enough shit to almost call it my friend. Besides, the movie was not my main focus in the least. Natalie was all over for me for some reason. I didn’t even need to do the old “yawning arm trick”. She simply nuzzled her way into my arms...then onto my lap. I sat there stroking my hair, waiting to pull in for a kiss. Then...I geuss Ms. Robinson’s training must have kicked in. I smelled a rotten feces smell, one I had always been so accustomed to. My brain must be fighting my sexual urges, just as she had taught. It took me a second to feel myself in my own surroundings. There was a distinct heat signature...right on my thigh where Natalie was sitting. I immediately turned her neck and leaned in for a kiss. She didn’t fight it in the least. Or the next one. It was a good thing we were sitting in the farthest back seats. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wasted about 25 bucks on movie and popcorn; however, the investment in Natalie was far from a waste. “Yes...ya...yes!” These were a few of the common phrases Ms. Robinson had trained me to look for when I finally sealed the deal with Natalie. Anything else, would result in: PPHHRRRAAATTLLTTT! Ms. Robinson’s ass didn’t enter my mind once when me and Natalie fucked. It was a correlation of interest; two bodies each gaining pleasure from their effort. I felt a little pang of distrust when Natalie began to suck my cock. BBRRRROMMPPTTTTT! I almost jumped; Ms. Robinson’s ass had planted itself onto my car windshield and unleashed a ghastly ripper. But it wasn’t real; just my own guilt trying to nag at me. Natalie still plucked away at my penis with no objection. She seemed unrecognizable towards me from a year ago. I still felt a sense of duty towards her own interests. So when I came into her mouth, I knew that she deserved something special in return. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Get the idea out of your mind, Blake.” said Ms. Robinson. I sat underneath her pantied ass in midmorning. She was cooking her egg and steak breakfast. I would get my meal soon enough. PPRRRRBBBBPPPTT! I sighed, leaning into the fabric of her pants. I tasted the sultry smell of eggs, no doubt from which she was already sampling. “But why? I mean, if she wants to do it, why shouldn't I just let her fart on me?” BBLLLRRRRLLBBB! “Because what I am putting you through is punishment. These farts are to keep your thoughts pure for Natalie. If she was to gas you for pleasure...well, everything would just go out of whack. Trust me.” PPRRRRPP! The shrill fart ended with a squeaking sound. One which I had been commonly accustomed to. Ms. Robinson pulled down her pants and spread her cheeks. My mouth opened wide as she grunted and pushed out the solid, stinky sludge that was my food. I closed my eyes, partaking in my morning breakfast. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The switch was so sudden I doubt either of us expected it. One moment, my tounge was buried in Natalie’s pussy, as deep as it could go. The oral cuntilingus was my way of paying her back for the blowjob; but it was a double edged sword. Her asshole was just out of reach, taunting my nose right in front of me. I could feel it pulse onto me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could make it out in the darkness of my car. Slightly brown and button shaped, much cleaner in shape than Ms. Robinson's mish mash of asshole flesh. PPRRRPP! Perhaps I had imagined her little toot on my nose. But beyond that, all I could remember was my tounge rocketing out her pussy and onto her asshole. I lapped around it like a dog. It tasted disgusting at first, as all assholes I had come in contact had. But my heart strove to dig deeper. So I did. Natalie moaned...I think in pleasure. Deeper and deeper I pushed, bringing my fingers to simultaneously masturbate into her. FFFLLFFFTTT! An airy fart graced my mouth. BBLLFFTTOOTT! Then another. I was lost in the buttery popcorn taste of her methane. Natalie grunted, then: FFRRRRLLSSMPPOOTTT! There was no misinterpretation there. She took one more agitated sigh before nuzzling my cheeks on her face. I felt her vagina ooze it’s juices on my finger. She let loose on more SBD onto my face as we lay next to each other. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I sat in my room contemplating my decision. As a young teenager with responsibilities, I was faced to go home after that glorious night. Natalie and I had left each other on good terms. She said she would text me. I had no good night text that night. I lay awake all night waiting for it. |
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