Fart story one-shots 2!

Annie's Shenanigans - Chapters 1 to 3

This is an all in one combined story -story archiver

The foggy town of Asheville was met with a pleasant sunrise this morning. However, a glance at the opposing horizon revealed a growing mass of dark clouds that looked almost ready to burst. In an hour or two it would eclipse the whole town and greet them with a cold shower. Nevertheless, storefronts slowly opened, citizens poured out of their homes and walked the streets, cars began to tread onto the roads, the chirp of the morning birds were slowly succeeded by the commotion of the pedestrians.

Saturdays were as uncompromising as any day of the week for the grown-ups who had to work their wage. But for the lazy youngsters inclined to take advantage of an off-day, Saturday mornings were a treat. To be roused awake by the 6 o'clock alarm only to realize there is no class, to use that privilege to spend the rest of the day in orgasmic slumber, was one of the most gratifying experiences available to an academic and every high-school student in Asheville was currently relishing peacefully in ther morning snooze. Everyone except Annie.

Annie was facing detention for skipping classes and the incompetent high-school staff thought the best way to punish her would be to drag her to an off-day session and pair her with an available teacher so they could waste both of their time. Annie, being the rebellious stripling, contemplated skipping out on the detention, but gave in when she figured escaping punishment would only invite greater opportunities of retribution. She wasn't the kind of insubordinate protestor that liked to confront authority, she was the aloof rebel that liked to evade it altogether. If she could pay the price of skipping more classes than she had attended with a six hour detention, she would pay it gladly. Besides she had an ulterior motive,

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After all it was announced that the teacher in charge of her detention would be none other than Ms Macy.

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Annie Smith was 18 years young and she was going through her first year at Middleton high. She was the lone wolf of her class. Not shy, just a devout antisocial who didn't allow anyone to be friendly with her. Her wicked smile was naughty enough to entice a good amount of indecent boys but the intimidating gaze of her cold grey eyes were more than enough to draw them away. Anyone who tried to strike up a conversation with her could feel a wall of tension building between them, growing more and more palpable by the second. Everybody wanted her, but she didn't want anybody. It was a shame really, She had the physique that couldn't help but invite attention. A cute face that could break hearts, shiny black hair reaching her shoulders, a reasonable bust, a flat stomach with faintly visible abs accompanied by hips almost too wide for a girl her age. From the toe up, she had neatly shaven legs, building up to a pair of meaty thighs. It was evident from her appearance that she spent ample time at the gym. However the leanness of the rest of her body was an incidental byproduct of her workout routine. The real fruit of all of her labor manifested itself at the place where her fair back met her fair thighs. Her hindquarters.

The most prominent feature of Annie's physique was her big round bubblebutt and she made little to no effort in hiding it. In fact, she did everything she could to show it off. She'd come to school wearing nothing but cozy sweaters and skin-tight leggings. While walking in the hallway to her class, she'd make sure to actively sway her hips, giving her ass extra jiggle. Her curves made her an absolute eye candy. Guys would take turns sitting behind her just to marvel at her voluptuous buttocks, often sticking out of her leggings, revealing a cute little buttcrack. Her plump tushy looked good in anything. It could make a thigh-high skirt bulge at the rear, It could stretch jeans to a tear. It could do much much more, but only in other people's imaginations.

For the boys, it was a shame her personality didn't turn out to be as inviting as her body. Even though she had the physique of a pornstar, she radiated the cold aura of a serial killer that demanded absolute exclusion. She looked cute when she smiled, but she could turn serious in an instant and her stone cold stare could freeze anyone dead on their tracks and make it perfectly clear that approaching her would not be in their best interests. Because of her aloof personality, the biggest social interaction that she had to put up with came in the form of letters in her locker. She would check them once every 3 months, when they started to overflow with papers. Some were innocent love letters, some were romantic love letters and a couple of them were lust-fueled desires packed in paper, the contents of which could arouse atleast an erection from anyone reading it who was horny enough. But Annie ignored all of them.