Fart story one-shots 2!

A Continuation of Something Beautiful

I lay awake, revisiting the events that transpired the night before. Jacie lay beside me, face-up, the morning sunlight through the window highlighting her brown hair with faded pink ends from last year. Her face was peaceful, and I lay admiring her side profile, punctuated by a cute nose and sharp chin. My gaze fell to her breasts, bared in all their glory as she only wore panties to bed. 36C, I tried to remember, in case I ever wanted to get her anything. Her nipples were hard, evidently feeling a little too much breeze. I tried to pull the covers over more of her torso when the heat wave hit me square in the face.

Her relentless flatulence, presumably having still raged throughout part of the night, clearly left its mark under the covers. Somehow, the top of the blanket had been sealed well enough that the stench had been locked up and marinating around our lower halves. As I lifted the heavy blanket up to cover Jacie, I had inadvertently loosened a release valve in this makeshift gas cylinder, throwing a massive blast of fart stink at me.

The residual gas felt incredible, and memories of last night became that much more vivid. The smell of rotting egg carried a hefty weight as it circled my nose, bringing with it a stinking sewage smell and just a hint of something scorching. I shimmied downward in our bed, trying to bring my head closer to the alluring source. As I dipped down to push my face gently against her ass, I recalled that she had put on these briefs specifically to sleep, since she had been bottomless all night. God, I thought the 'torment' of huffing her stink without being allowed to touch my dick was bad enough...and then she stepped up her game half an hour in and stripped off the grey leggings, which were currently sitting at the bottom of a heap on the floor. I could hardly believe it, but the smell had been so much worse...

That same smell was still hanging in the air, which did not help my morning wood. We had chosen to keep the windows shut, and her studio apartment, though nicer than my one-bedroom, was less spacious. I suspected the walls weren't exactly built for ventilation, either: this whole apartment used to be some industrial complex before it was converted several decades ago, so instead of wood and wallpaper, every wall was concrete. I was glad for the thick walls, not just for retaining the stink but for the dampened sounds. I had never met her neighbors, but she seemed pretty confident that they weren't able to hear her 'outbursts' too clearly.

I was once again reminded of her assertions that she, on previous days, had to stand outside her front door for several minutes after voiding her bowels like yesterday. With the sheer volume of her gas I witnessed, I now fully believed that, given the right meals and preparation, she could easily turn this place into a festering fart-filled hotbox. Last night, though, she claimed the smell wasn't anywhere as bad as the previous incidents...which only got me thinking about just how much of her raw, sulfuric, shit-stained rotten sewage stink had been thrust down my lungs.

She had hinted at trying being the dominant one before, but the way she pulled it off...damn, she was a natural. It was like she unlocked a new side of herself that she hadn't really showed me before. She was usually the more submissive one, and even though I wasn't the best dominant, I obliged because she looked so damn sexy in a blindfold and makeshift restraints whenever we did bondage play. Of course, even while subbing, she would still find ways to tease me to almost infuriating ends every time we had sex. This new side of Jacie, though? I could get used to that.

Still, a question burned in my mind, and had been since sometime last night. I thought I should ask this morning, and regretted not asking before we went to sleep.

I had only been in my self-imposed dutch-oven position by her butt for a few minutes before I felt my eyes begin to water. Without really thinking, I began stroking gently, not really intending to climax, mostly just trying to keep myself occupied while Jacie's horrendous aphrodisiac clung to my nose hairs.