Retirement Goals
by American Wonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, FART/BUTT FETISHISM, SCAT, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.

Gloria sat on her porch watching Sam push the lawnmower up her hill. It was a beautiful day and watching the boy struggle in the summer sun became one of her favorite past times. Sam had a skinny white boy frame, with very little muscles to get aroused by, let alone get the job done. Gloria smiled still under her shades as he slipped going back down. He was so cute and so pathetic, willfully taking something he had no successful business attempting-including her. She stretched and ruffled her sundress, leaning down to take one more bite out of her tuna sandwich.

Sam was panting over the lawnmower and fumbling with the grass latch when he saw Gloria step on by. “Gorgeous Gloria” as the neighbors called her, leaned against the dirty lawnmower and sweaty boy. FFFFBBBLLLLLUUUUUTTTTT! The noxious fart bubbled over the roar of the dying engine, with a greasy smell that punctuated the smell of dead grass and sweat. “No need to trim today Sam. Take a shower and come inside.” She turned around towards the house, leaving her worker with one last parting gift. BBBRRLLLAABBBBBTTTT! The fart could be heard from two houses and Sam watched her black booty peek out from her white sundress. Any other neighbor would have thought their relationship strange...Sam still stayed to whiff the decaying stink over his own.

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Their relationship was much more evident inside Gloria’s home. She sat at her kitchen table naked, no need for any fancy dressings. BBBRRLLLRRRBBBAAOOTTT! “Ohhhh, that was juicy.” Or mannerisms. Gloria took another bite of her white bean chili, more fuel to the fire. She still had her gas powers from her Goddess days, which could light a whole room on fire with fart smell. She’d become nearly impervious to it’s gnarly taste. “Jesus, I thought you took a shower Sam?” she asked. Sam had just entered, his eyes well widened for awareness. “You sure that’s not you?” Gloria laughed between bites. “I know what you smell like and you know what I smell like. And YOU need to use more soap.” PPPRRRSSSSSBBBOOOTT! Another loud toot shook the surface of the chair as she stood up. Sam got a good look at her as she walked by. She was older, around 50, but looked around 30. Gloria had dark skin and a clean shaved figure, save for a little weight she’d gained over the years. She embraced her helper, burying him in her gorgeous soft breasts. “Are you hungry Sam? I think I still saved a little chili.” “No, no, I already ate, thanks.” FFFFBBBLLUUUUUUUTTTT! “You sure? This stuff’s good!” As her fart finaled, she had the boy’s hand run along her asscrack, then put into his face. “See? Way better than your mom cooks, haha.” Good lord, Gloria could already feel the boner popping out his pants. He still timidly shook his head. “No? Well then let’s get to it.”

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Gloria’s relationship with Sam was strained. In her younger years he’d already be in her ass, smelling countless untold horrors cooked in her booty. She’d make him cry or cum based on her while, laughing and farting while doing so. Now, she was just happy to feel a young man’s touch on her bosom...and his nose on her hole.

BBBRRRLLLBBUUUTTT! Gloria sighed as the toot rumbled into the boy’s face. His nostrils flared, betraying his interests. He HATED her raw stench, the meaty spicy beans corrupting his breathing space. It gave Gloria pleasure that she still had it in her. That was how it started with Sam, but now things were a little different. “Lower please. And deeper, roll you fingers.” she said. Gloria lay chest down on her couch while her massouse lay face down in her asscheeks. His hands hovered at the side, navigating and pinching her soft fart cannons. PPLLLLLOOOOOOOTTTTT! “Deeper in the tounge too,” said Gloria. Now she felt it, that sweet spot that slave’s had previously hit before Sam. His tounge wagged and writhed around the inner strands of his anus; they were doing it right if she could feel the string under their tongues. BBRRRROOMMMMPPPTT! “Sam, lower, roll your fingers.” said Gloria, more sternly. Poor boy, he was emasculated to the breaking point, still trying to grab a sweet pinch of her booty. Gloria laid down another harsh rippling fart, full of mayonnaise and milk. He gagged, moving down to her upper thighs. “Good boy. So, did you pass your midterm?”

Their relationship was sexual in nature, but also cordial. Past the viscous smell, Sam expelled his tounge and spoke. “I did, D average. Ms. Bergrude is such a cunt.” “Oh hush, watch your mouth,” said Gloria. PPRRAAAMMMPPTTT! She reached back and pushed his head in for his foul language; no use, the sick fucker probably wanted it. “I can’t believe ‘D average’ is passing these days. When I was teaching, if you had a D average, you spent time with me, and you were met with plenty of F’s.” FFFLLLLOOORRBUUTT! Gloria sighed, revisioning the glory days. “You were a teacher Goddess Gloria?” asked Sam, diving right back into her butthole. “Yes Sam, upper cheek now. I was a lot of things back in my Goddess days. Which I’m not, anymore, so just Gloria, right sweetie?” PPPTTUURRLLAAABBBTTTT! Her ass punched the boy’s uvula; he felt like he needed to puke. Her eggy farts sure didn’t taste or sound like she was done.

“Have you made any new friends this year? Any girls?” Gloria playfully squeezed her cheeks around the boy's face, nuzzling his head side to side with her mighty ass. “No.” came Sam’s quick reply. Gloria giggled as he tried to avoid the question with some fierce tongue work. “You know if you didn’t spend all day over here you might meet someone you like. Someone who doesn't fart in your face all day. Left side, please.” BBLLLRRRSSSSSSSSS! The fart quietly made Sam withdrawal. “Yeah but...wouldn’t you miss me?” Gloria could feel his eyes bear down on her light brown asshole as he separated her cheeks. FFRRRBBBRLLAAATTT! The boy was still silent and staring; he didn’t like the farts, but this was probably as close to a girl’s behind as he’d gotten. She let him stare at her puckering hole, mostly out of pity. “You’re a handsome young man Samuel. If girl’s see you spending all your time at some old toot coot’s house they may think you're weird. Or that you smell.” PPPRRSSLLAABBOOTTT! Gloria snapped willed her cheeks shut, cutting the boy off from his lustful gaze. His face coated her soft cheeks again. “Yeah...or that I’m a big enough player to fuck a Goddess.” Gloria laughed and shoved his face between her asscrack again. “Oh is THAT what you’re doing, fartboy?” PPLLLLLLAAAPPBBTTT- Gloria giggled as the boy gagged. They both felt what was coming. “You best watch it, or this Goddess is gunna shit down your mouth.” She pressed a little harder and Sam’s breathing increased as the brown texture began to unravel out the width of her asshole.

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Of course it was all in good fun. Gloria hadn’t the energy for a toilet boy in some time. She’d become somewhat more “civilized”. Sam still followed her into the bathroom, standing in front. “Let’s see if you got down deep enough,” said Gloria, taking her seat on the potty. FFBBBOOOOOTTTT! “HGH!” Small, rounded shits plopped down one by one. Gloria strained and struggled. In her previous years she could drop a football into a toilet’s mouth, one after another. That toll was definitley taken on these days. Sam scooted closer and gripped her massive cheeks as she bent. “Thank you Sam. HGGH!” Sam’s assistance was mainly providing good flow in the process. At least that’s what Gloria told him and herself. She knew he just loved watching her legendary booty at work. PLLLOOTT! FFRRPPBBT! PPSSSBBOOTT! “Ohhhhh...good haul today?” Gloria asked, shitting a mouse sized turd downstairs. Sam was brought back down to earth. “I ummm, don’t know. Maybe we should try again? Maybe use something bigger?” Gloria laughed and reached back to tap his dick through his pants-he was still hard. “You know I used to shit bricks into guys like you for even thinking that,” she said, another flapping toot bursting in the bowl. Sam still had the nerve to scoot his fingers down towards her asshole. “Did...did you ever kill anyone?” BBBRRRRAAABBBBBBBBTTT! Gloria sighed and rose; she moved quickly, leaving Sam vulnerable enough to be perched under her buttcheeks. “No. But if you’ve ever swallowed my logs, you’d wished you be dead.” PPPSSSSPPPPPPTTTTTBBBBB! She held his face his her asscrack, letting him taste the fruits of his labor. Then she released him gasping for air against the toilet lid-where he accidentally reached moe stink. Gloria laughed again, flushing the toilet.

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Their sessions varied in length, whether Sam had school or Gloria wasn’t up to it. Tonight, she most certainly was. She looked down at Sam, who laid helpless on her living room floor. He looked pathetic and helpless, just as her previous slaves had. Only now, his face was eager, like a loving puppy. Gloria felt a sense of pride and pleasure as she sat down and buried his face in her ass. BBBRRRROOOPPPTTT! “Ahhh.” Her asshole was expertly bent over his flared nostrils, while her puffy pussy was adjusted over his mouth. He dug his pink tounge against the black exterior, knowing his role, just like the other slaves. Only now, he expected a reward for his generous licks and fart tasting. Gloria had become complacent enough to acknowledge them.

FFLLLAAAARRTTBBBTTTT! Sam’s tounge faltered as his open mouth tasted the raunchy fart fill his cheeks. Gloria was still a Goddess, in a sense. As such, he had to suffer. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t be fulfilled as well. Her hands dug under his pants, where she stroked his penis. “Oh look at this...so small. You gross little boy.” PPPRRSSSSSSSTTT! Sam moaned under the hot fart as she softly spoke. “Oh did you shave for me, sweetie? Were you planning on putting this someplace? I know where you can shove it.” BBLLLAATRRRSTTSSTT! Sam gently exclaimed as she now jerked his cock about. He was one weird little deviant. The farts were killing him on the inside and that, was the point. Gloria watched his body shake as she dropped fart after fart, all the while ridiculing his size, weight...everything. BBBLLLLOOOOBBBTTTT! “Oh, do you like that fartboy? Wish you could hit it inside here, don’t you?” Her playful words were enough. Sam would no doubt be envisioning her finally letting him penetrate her booty. In reality, he stuck his tounge inside, while his cock roleplayed invading the stinky airspace. Gloria sighed as she bent his cock towards his stomach, watching little spurts of cum cover his skin. He really was such a sweet boy. But he was a fartboy, after all.

BBTTOOOPPPPUUTTT! A quick, loud fart of raw meat and mustard coated his nose, souring the orgasm in it’s final stage. Gloria giggled, leaving him breathless and unfulfilled. “Man that chili was good.” she said, standing up. “Night Samuel. Be a good boy.”

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Gloria had spent years with a slave under her ass while she slept. PPPTTRRAAAPPPTTTT! Normally her bed shakers would vibrate off the poor slaves skull, followed by a little moan of protest to help her fall asleep. Sam was no different. “Sam, what are you doing here?” Silence as they both stayed still as soldiers. “Sam!” Gloria whispered more sternly. She sighed and prepared herself. BBBRRRRLLOOTTSSSRRTT! The wet fart pummeled Sam’s face, a dutch oven of milk and a late night red wine. “I’m...sorry,” he managed to get out amidst the fart. “I couldn’t sleep.” “No, you couldn’t jack off to Brazilian fart fetish videos. Is that it? Is your internet down again?” Sam was silent. Gloria’s heart saddened at her words. Poor, pathetic thing. She’d made a point of ruining more successful slave’s lives but this boy was already knocked down a peg and back. She sighed, pushing his head into her midnight gown’s backside. “Make it quick.”

Sam did this once in a blue moon. He snuck out of his dad’s house, then into her house, hoping to fulfill some fantasy too big too ignore. It came to a point where Gloria didn’t ignore it either. PPSSSSSSSLLLLSSSS! She had only the stinkiest midnight farts to give him. He tried his hardest to fight through, beating his dick as quietly as he could beside her. Gloria pulled her undergarment aside, letting her butthole grace his lips. FFRRTTAAAAATTLLLTTT! That ought to get the job done, she thought. Sam spun and shook, trying to complete his task as her rancid odor pursed his own lips as it fired out. She could feel his tightened breath around her asscrack as the two spouts of air met. Cute and pathetic. Sam gave a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry...thank you.” He kissed her asshole as it let out another SBD in acceptance. “You better have done that in a condom,” said Gloria. Sam nodded and she could hear the crinkling as he took it off. “Good. And Sam?” He was caught in the residual rank smell, still licking as kissing her hole as it pulsed in and out. “Yes Goddess?” “Get out of my house, please.” BBBRRLLAAABBBTTOOOTT!