Fart story one-shots 2!

The Start of Something Beautiful

"You. Are in so much trouble." Jacie said it again, my phone in her hand.

I stared back, more confused than nervous. What was so incriminating on my phone? If this was a misunderstanding, I'd better—

"You're in so much trouble," she repeated. I thought I saw a smirk flash across her face.

"What exactly are you talking about?"

She didn't respond immediately, instead slowly walking towards me. I backed up, feeling the back of my legs bump against the bed. With surprising speed, she lunged and gave my shoulders a shove, not with aggression but enough to knock me off balance, throwing my back onto the mattress.

"I was just gonna Google something on your phone yesterday," she finally said. "Or I meant to, when I saw something...very interesting..." She was climbing over me now, gently rocking my torso back and forth. That was definitely a smirk on her face. I tried getting up, still bewildered, but she grabbed my head and turned it back to face the ceiling. "Ah-ah. Don't move."

What browser tabs did I have open last? What could possibly—

No. No way.

"You've got interesting tastes, babe," Jacie continued. My suspicions grew as she swiveled her hips around, her back to my face now. My cock twitched slightly in anticipation as her ass hovered, a tight pair of grey leggings covering them. There was a noticeable lack of underwear that should have shown through the fabric. Her ass wasn't the most toned or bubbly, but there was definitely a lot of it—more than a handful each side, for sure.

"Well? Aren't you going to say anything?"

"I don't know wh—MMFH!"

Suddenly, she slammed her hips down, cutting me off. I heard her trademark giggle that I always loved hearing, but through the pressure of her thick asscheeks, it almost sounded like it was in the next room.

"Five months," she said, the giggle leaking into her words. "We've been dating for five months. For like two of those months, I've practically been living with you with how often we're either at your place or mine." Her hand grabbed my head behind her, and she began grinding her ass on my face at a slow pace. "And every time, I held in my farts. I held it all in for hours because I was afraid you'd be one of those guys who gets grossed out when their girlfriends fart. And what do I find?"

The pressure on my face lessened as she leaned over to fondle my cock with her other hand. "I find that not only is 'fart porn' a thing, but my own boyfriend fucking watches it. I held in all that gas, for months..." With my dick now at full mast, Jacie began stroking. I must have moaned into her ass, because she giggled again.

"For nothing. Turns out you fucking love it. Don't you?" Her hand picked up the pace. "How dare you make me go through all that bullshit. How dare you," she repeated. "Well, mister, you're in for it now. You wanted a gassy girlfriend? To fart in your face?"

She slid her hand down my pants, her fingers clasping around my shaft. She stroked slowly as my mind raced, trying to figure out how I ended up here, with my own girlfriend playing out one of my deepest sexual fantasies.

"Guess what," she said. "I'm the gassiest girl you'll ever know."

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It finally happened. With her ass practically engulfing my face, she unloaded a four-second bomb, rattling the bed with its vibrations. And by God, did it reek. It stunk of sulfuric shit, like rotten eggs but tinged with something even worse, like it came from deep in her bowels. Even with my fetish, I was unprepared; I instinctively broke into a fit of closed-mouth coughs.

Jacie immediately dismounted. "Ah, fuck." As I caught my breath, her features melted into an expression of genuine concern. "Is the stink part not a turn-on? Am I doing this wrong?"

I was mentally overwhelmed. I felt a blush coming. "W-What? No, I mean, uhh, it's..."

I guess my face told her enough. "Ah. You're just being dramatic." A grin returned to her face as fast as it had disappeared. "Good." She sat back down, the disgustingly alluring stink still ripe in her leggings. "Because, as I said, I'm extremely gassy..."

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"Ahhh...and I'm not holding back!"

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BRRRRRRGGG

Fuck, she wasn't kidding. With every blast, the stench assaulted my nostrils, filling my lungs with tortuous stink.

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"I would hold that all in, and the moment you left, or I got home, I would explode. I would blow it all out, babe, and my whole fucking apartment would fill up." She knew what she was doing, and goddamn she was good at it. "How stupid of me, letting it all go to waste."

BBRGRGRRGRRRRRT

"Twice, I had to stand outside my door for a few minutes, it stunk so bad. It doesn't always, but both times were when we went to that Thai place..." I made a mental note, as best as I could while my body fought for clean air.

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"So I went there today. All just for you, babe."

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"You are in so much trouble," she said again. "Hnnngh..."

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"Mmmmm..."

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"Gahhh..." Her moans of relief tickled my ears as her backside fired off more horrendous farts. And now that the floodgates were open, her gassing was practically non-stop. God, if she really was this gassy, all the time...

She swatted my hand, which had found itself wrapped around my dick. "I don't think so, mister." She put her own hand around it, giving three quick strokes before gripping the base tightly. "You're not cumming tonight. I had to hold mine for months...I think you can hold yours for a night." She giggled as I sighed into her ass.

We both knew she'd let me finish eventually...but it was going to be a long night.

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