The Tooterer
by American Wonton

WARNING THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS FART DOMINATION AND FART FETISHISM. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.

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I walked down my high school hallways, dreading every step. I eyed the room numbers like a ticking timebomb. 127...126...125...124. Ms. Gaze: Spanish. The dreaded room 124. During school hours it was a normal spanish classroom. After hours, Ms. Gaze turned it into something quite different.

I never assumed the rumors were true. It had been heard that Ms. Gaze was a former porn star. Her good looks and model looking figure didn’t help her story...nor did her flirty/dangerous attitudes to her students. However, there was much more towards Ms. Gaze’s life. “I heard she did a bunch of those freaky POV videos back in the day, yo,” my friend Timmy told me. “The really gross stuff, ya know? Gag torture, BDSM, fart domination-” “Whoah, whoah, sick!” I protested. “What the hell is that?!” We returned home to do a little ‘academic research’ on the internet. We found Ms. Gaze alright. However, she went under a different name according to Hotstuff.com. Over there, Ms. Gaze was known as something called, The Tooterer.

Flashback to now, I am standing outside the door quivering. Timmy said he was going to confront Ms. Gaze on the matter; I haven’t heard from Timmy in a week. I hesitantly crack open the door. “M- Ms. Gaze?” I inquired. I found her bent over a bookcase, shoving books inside. My god her butt looked magnificent, even in her pink school skirt. She turned around, a little startled. “David, come in! I’ll be right with you.” She finished up and took a seat at her desk. “Have a seat David.” She said. I pulled up a chair at her desk.

“So, what’s up David?” Ms. Gaze asked sweetly. I looked her up and down, hesitating. She was a stunning creature...I could see how she might have had a gig in pornography...allegedly. “Well, it’s about Timmy, Ms. Gaze. He-... He sort of came in her a while ago and I haven’t seen him in a while….he, um, came in here to ask you...umm, about..umm-” “about my porn videos?” she blurted. I was shocked. Ms. Gaze started back at me unstartled. She looked entertained at the thought. “You know, I don’t usually bring up my after school, activities...but since you asked.” I watched in amazement as Ms. Gaze stood up and turned her back towards me. She pulled up her skirt; no panties whatsoever. Just clear booty. “It’s been a while since I got back in the game. What do you think, David?” I watched as butt-walked backwards towards me. I was mesmerised by her cheeks. “Well,- I don’t know, ummm,” I said. Words were not formable at a time like this. “You don’t know?” said Ms. Gaze inching closer to my face. She giggled. “Why, you haven’t tried it yet? Why don’t you dig in and find out?”
I didn’t move. I SOLEMNLY remember that. But Ms. Gaze did, oh god did she move. I watched as her buttcheeks slowly took over my vision. My nose was right in her butt. I hyperventalated and my hand instinctively moved towards my dick. Her fleshy cheeks were dancing with mine and my heart was beating at 500 beats per second! “Shhh, be still, little guy. This is the best part.” I felt a hand against the back of my head. She wanted me in even deeper. I soon found out why. BBBLLLLLLLAAAARRRRRTT! The bassy fart ran through my membrane. I recoiled, trying to make sense of what just happened. Oh yeah….she was in to the freaky shit! “Listen, *cough!* Ms. Gaze, I’m not really into this stuff, I am just trying to find my friend. *cough!*” Ms. Gaze took me out of her butt and spoke. “ Please David, I think you know what I would rather be called right now. As for your friend, if you value his existence, I think you should put your head back up my skirt.” I pleaded to her with my eyes. She showed no remorse. Grabbing me head and draping her skirt over my body. I soon felt her weight running across my neck and face. PPPPPPHHHHHHHSSSTTTTTTT! Oh god that one was wet! I could feel the butt slime run down my nose! It smelled like wet cabbage. BBBBBRRRRTT! RRAAPPPPPTTT!BBBBRRRRRBBBB! Three quick farts fired off in succession. I coughed as more eggs and methane entered my system. Ms. Gaze bent over her desk and beckoned with her finger for me to follow. “Open your mouth David. If you keep it open, you get to see your friend. Deal?” I copped a peek at her butthole. It was shit stained brown, pulsing in and out, like a predator waiting for its next meal. I couldn’t inch my way any slower into her butt. I opened my mouth and she got to work.

A couple grunts. Some moaning. I could feel Ms. Gaze’s butthole flex in and out of my mouth. I breathed through my nose, hoping to get some of the taste out. BBBBLLLLLOOOOOORRRRRRTT! That idea proved fruitless. Her first fart had me coughing as the rotten cabbage and soup smell destroyed my brain cells. I quickly repositioned my mouth...God, what a good friend I was. BBBRRRBBBBBTT! Oh god it was so nasty! I could feel the fart bubble in my cheeks. “MMMM, tasty am I right?” said Ms. Gaze. She followed her taunting with another bubbly fart and hearty laugh. “Well, that about does it for me, David. Let’s go see Timothy, shall we?” Before I knew it, Ms. Gaze had wrapped her legs around my face and brought me flush with her buttocks. She unleashed a 15 second monstrosity that I will never forget. BBBBRRRRRRRRAAAAARRRRBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! I thrashed about like a wild animal as she choked me out with her legs of steel and her farts of mustard gas. She admired her nails like this was nothing more than a friendly hug. I blacked out to the sound of her patting her booty cheeks.

I found Timothy. However, all that isn’t well, doesn't end well. Timothy was chained with fuzzy pink handcuffs to a bed. To my horror, I was in the same predicament. We were in some kind of sex dungeon with carpeted floors and walls. Over the bed held a sign bearing, “Boys beware the realm of The Tooterer!” The sign brought dread into my heart. The stiletto footsteps down the hallway brought fear. “Hello boys,” I heard a familiar voice say. It was her...the Ms. Gaze...the Tooterer. “We are going to have so much fun together. I heard you both need a little help with your spanish. Which is good, because I need a little help with my gas.” She turned around and smacked her butt. We both quivered in fear. “Get comfy, you two,” she continued, climbing on the bed with us. “You two are going to be here for a long, long while.” I watched as her butt descended on me first. BBBBBBRRRAAAAPPPPPPPTTTT. The tootering had begun.