The Smelliest House - Part 1

THE SMELLIEST HOUSE

By: SellCon2762

Original characters conceived by lols456

The classroom stunk that afternoon, it wasn’t the worst stink but it was in the air. Back and forth the smell would pick up in intensity as Miss Adrian continued to give her lecture to the students and I knew exactly what it was she was doing, releasing SBD after SBD, probably about five of them in the last hour alone. A tantalizing stench of rotten eggs would fill the classroom causing most of us (not me of course) to cough and gag from the smell and then the smell would fade away to a light musky odor before picking back up with another silent release of gas from Miss Adrian’s bowels. I’m not entirely sure what she had for lunch, but these farts were some pretty nice ones. Earlier in the day before school I had spent some time with my gassy teacher as she cut a few foul bombs that left an impressive aroma in the room well into the first hour of class, before fading away to the point that we actually had a good four hours with little gas. She must have been holding them in for a decent amount of time today and I’m sure most of the other students didn’t object to that.

Perhaps a short background is required for you to understand my position in all of this. A few weeks ago I caught upon Miss Adrian having the absolute worst case of gas early in the morning upon entering her classroom before school started. Her farts were amazing, the worst I had ever smelled for anyone. That morning I became, ineffectually, a fart sniffer and the smell of her farts were all that was in my mind. The voluptuous teacher wasn’t dumb on the matter and saw that I was taking a liking to her farts that day and decided to reward me the following week by farting some more to the point of making me cum myself. But God her farts were incredible! I’d go as far as worship her for the opportunity to smell more of what wafted out of her large rear end and luckily she was more than happy to oblige. Unfortunately, the other students were caught in the crossfire one time too many when she cut loose her foul beasts of gaseous wind.

The back-and-forth stinking up of the classroom that afternoon had finally reached a breaking point as she sat down on her seat with about five minutes left to go. We were all waiting to leave class for the weekend and as I found out she was ready to head home herself. I awaited the end of the day to spend a little time with the 30-year old blond-haired hot teacher as I saw her shuffling a little bit in her wooden seat. She wore a pair of tight blue jeans that looked like they were about to split open every time she moved and her white blouse had the top two buttons exposed to show just a little bit of the deep cleavage that formed between her large DD-sized breasts. Students loved having class with her to ogle over her features but it was a price that was paid both ways. They wanted something from her and she was more than happy to give something back. She leaned her ass over a little bit, something I had watched but not the other students. All eyes were on her however when she let loose a thunderous farts into the wooden seat.

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For nearly ten seconds Miss Adrian began cutting a deep and heavy amount of gas out of her abundant rear and unlike her most recent outbursts this one carried some power with it. You could hear her chair vibrate from the “fart-quake” she was inflicting upon it. The sound could be heard within her classroom and outside in the hallway where a couple of people walking by had to be horrified at such a vile noise. And then the smell came out and it was lights out for everyone. Rotten meat and cabbage filled our noses as the eyes of those up front began to water from the increasing surge of rotten-smelling flatulence filling up the room. It was the kind of fart that sent shivers down the spines of anyone who opposed her. She had been able to torture some unwilling students with her butt blasts before and all I can say was that it was good that she wasn’t aiming her butt in anyone’s direction when this foul beast came out, because it stunk very, very bad. As the coughing continued nonstop for another minute with girls gagging on the foul gas and guys trying their best to withstand the effects of the gas Miss Adrian finally chuckled to herself as she began to appreciate the extreme foulness of her fart.

“My that was a bad one! You know what class, you can go ahead and leave, we only have three minutes and I’m afraid this room is going to be smelly for a little bit longer. You’re dismissed.” She said as everyone made the quickest exodus out of the “gas chamber” as possible. As expected, I remained in the room, though I remained on the outer edge of the room as I had to acclimate myself with the gaseous aroma of Miss Adrian’s gas before approaching her a little better. She asked me to close the door behind the last person to depart and looked over as I had bashfully created a tent pole in my pants; of course that last fart turned me on.

“Just you I see…good.” Miss Adrian announced as she lifted up her right leg and release a couplet of bubbly farts out of her tight rear-end covered ass.

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“There we go!” She cried out in happiness as she felt a little relief leave her stomach as she fanned the putrid fumes of her farts over in my direction. Happily I sniffed them up. It was another burst of rotten egg-smelling gas that came out of her ass like a whoopee-cushion that was being utilized for about seven seconds each. I could smell the gas very well but could taste the gas a little bit as well, tasted a bit like steamed vegetables mixed in with rotten cheese and meat. I walked up to her and asked how she was feeling and what she had for lunch, trying to see if I could guess.

“Some broccoli and cheese….luckily I was able to get by with some SBDs during the rest of class….I hope no one was noticing.” She said with a short laugh as I knew she was a little bit oblivious to the inaccuracy of that statement.

“I think they smelled it.”

“Oh. Well I’m sure you liked it.”

“Of course.” I said as I offered my services to Miss Adrian for the next 20 minutes to help clean up the classroom and get things situated for the weekend. Luckily, or unluckily I guess, she had no more gas after that but what I thought was just her being done with her farts was actually just her holding it in. We had waited for everyone to walk out of school and for the hallways to be cleared before she asked if I was ready.

“I sure am. My parents should already be gone for the weekend.”

“And you are positive that they are okay with this?”

“They won’t know. I got my main essentials in my backpack; I’m just waiting for you.” I told her as she nodded her head. We walked out of the classroom and out toward the teacher parking lot, with Miss Adrian cutting a few tiny SBDs in the hallway, leaving a small but distinct vapor trail of her wretched gas for anyone to sniff. We finally arrived at her car, which was an actually nice-looking four-door sedan. The exterior and interior both looked relatively new. Miss Adrian went to talk with a fellow teacher for a second as she handed me the keys and allowed me to enter the vehicle. I was more than curious to see what the inside was going to be like and more importantly, what it smelled like. Opening up the car and stepping into the heated-up interior I found what I was looking for, a small stench that had to be part of the aftermath of one of her farts that morning. It was strong enough of a smell to be noticed, but weak enough so that the smell wasn’t going to bother me, but it was there. A couple of minutes had passed as I sat there in the vehicle, with me eagerly trying to sniff up the leftover smell inside of there. Miss Adrian then opened up the driver’s side door and sat down in her seat. Closing the door she began to unload her full complement of flatulence.

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“God those felt good!” Miss Adrian spoke in a feeling of ecstasy as she finished cutting her two nine-second long farts, with a 13-second one coming straight after. She had completely turned the car into her own gas chamber with the release of those farts and I could tell that she had to have held those in for some time. Being inside her vehicle I was now stepping out of the public space that the two of us shared with the rest of the school and was now in her world, populated primarily by her and her farts. Here she had free reign to fart, which I was about to find out was much more than I had ever experienced in school. A wet garbage and heated broccoli concoction of smells came out of her ass as each fart pressed deeply into her cotton seat and produced a bass-like noise that was almost loud enough to be coming out of the car radio itself. There were little of these farts being discharged into the air with the initial release; it was only after passing through the seat that the smell was free to overtake everything in the car’s interior. In no more than ten seconds following the last fart the car stunk very, very badly of Miss Adrian’s farts. I even had to place my nose underneath my shirt to get myself a little relief from those farts.

“Those must have been bad to you….but I can see you are enjoying it as well!” She laughed as she pointed down at my crouch where my dick was going hard. I had to get used to that feeling this weekend. Turning the car on she started to roll down both windows. I asked her if that was okay, even if she was the one who had initiated the rolling down.

“Please….those do smell bad. I’m not going to torture you with my farts, not yet anyway. I want you to make it back to my house alive thank you very much, we’ll leave the windows down…I got to fart some more.” She said as she pressed down in her seat and pushed out two smaller farts.

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“See. You’re going to want the windows down. I just hope no one else smells those…those are very ripe!” She laughed as she waved the air around her own crouch as more of that burning broccoli smell attacked my nose. It wasn’t her worst-smelling farts, but it could have easily won fart contests none the less. And now began the 20-minute trip back to her house, basking in the warm glow of Miss Adrian’s flatulence.

We ended up talking for a bit in her car as she continued to drop bombs inside, usually they were only a couple of seconds or so but each added their own distinctness to the already abysmal smell inside the vehicle. For the most part we talked about school work and she asked me how I was doing elsewhere in life, back at home and with my friends. I did have a social life to speak of and my family was…well okay, but I felt more alive right here than I had previously. Miss Adrian gave me something to look forward to each day, I’d come in early now as a habit to smell her gas and it was almost standard for the room to be reeking of something fierce every school day now. Some days were smellier than others but it was something I enjoyed nonetheless. My heart would pound as I walked into her classroom wondering how bad the gas was going to smell like that day. Some days I’d notice the aroma in the hallway leading up to her room, letting me know that she was cutting some really rosy ones and other days I didn’t detect anything until I had walked through the door. But right now….oh boy right now she was on fire. We finally pulled up into the driveway when Miss Adrian turned the car off and sat there for a moment as she rolled the windows back up and cut one more burst of foul cheesy air into her seat.

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“Much better…I’m sure you’re going to want to sniff that.” She said laughing as  an utterly devastating stink of rotten eggs and crap hung over every corner of the car. The back windows fogged up a little from the warm gas as it flowed out of Miss Adrian’s rear and around the car to produce a fog of her flatulence. The fart was stronger than most of her recent explosions into the car seat, which I had counted around 12 since leaving school. With the windows up however the smell was able to fill the vehicle much more strongly this time. She laughed to herself as she moved her precious ass off the seat and stepped out of the car, knowing what I was about to do. I looked over at the driver’s side seat that her ass had been nestled in and dove my nose down to embrace the beauty of her gas. As I lowered my head toward the seat I notice the intensity of the raw stench grow in power with each inch until I had my face deep into the seat. It was a sulfuric stench like none other, like burning diapers and dog crap, molded together into a stench that made me reconsider what I had previously thought about Miss Adrian and her powerful stink. The smell burned its way up my nostrils and supplanted my lungs with the flatulence of my hot 30-year old teacher; it was the kind of smell that was making me realize my place in the world. My growing obsession over farts had crossed a new barrier and as long as Miss Adrian was alive I knew that that obsession was going to stick around.

After breathing in the rich ultra-putridness of the gas for half a minute I took in one final whiff of the pungency of the wet fart spot that she had laid and finally lifted my head and got out of the vehicle, now with my mind warped by the utter wretchness of Miss Adrian’s fart. She was standing on the porch to her house as she smiled in my direction, she loved to see me bend over backward to sniff the hell out of her fart and viewing her in her after-school clothes was amazing, her tits hanging out in her blouse as if she were stuffing small basketballs inside of them, and of course her ass, as beautiful as ever before, her ass was spectacular, and smelly. Looking back I got a closer look at her house of residence. It was a rather nice-looking building; red brick surrounded the outside with a white wooden porch in the front, a two-car garage on the side and three windows on the first floor with four windows on the upper level with a black-shingled roof. The yard was probably a half-acre in size entirely with a much larger back yard from the front. She lived in a typical suburban setting so there were similar houses on either side of her. The house was more of a family-sized house as opposed to the house under the ownership of a single woman.

“Well, welcome home.” I told Miss Adrian as she handed me the key to enter the place after which I opened up the front door and had her walk in before me. She stood there in the parlor of the house, all wooden floors with a couple of glass cabinets holding various items in them and a set of wooden stairs that led to the upper level. She stood there as I made myself inside to take a look at Miss Adrian’s nice digs. When I entered the building I smelled the odor, it was the same odor as was in the car when I first walked into it, the sign that she had fouled up the air in that building. While she did have air fresheners around and ready to be used if she had to, she likely just left the air quality as it was. Again the smell was not strong enough to affect me, but it was strong enough to be noticed and for what I found out later on, smell traveled very nicely in that house. Plenty of open entryways and hallways allowed for decent air circulation around the house and even into the upstairs. Just then Miss Adrian placed her left hand against the wall and pressed her ass outwards just a bit as she settled into a farting pose.

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The air quality in that house went downhill, for what was going to be the rest of the evening as she unloaded another three bombs of gaseous delight out of her bowels. Miss Adrian had released a dense plume of noxious gas out of her ass as nothing but pure flatulence flowed out. Her buttcheeks vibrated heavy from the bass sound as the wall shook a little from these farts. I watched the glass cases and saw that they were shaking just a little too, nothing to knock anything over but still strong enough that it had left me in awe. The booming sound of the farts carried over nicely around the house and rumbled out of her bodacious booty cheeks with such a force that my hardon was getting harder and harder, I wasn’t sure how long I could sustain such a tent but she was testing me. And the stench came out and, well the stench was unbearable. It really, really stunk, the festering of that broccoli and cheese in her bowels created an overwhelming stench that even forced Miss Adrian to pinch her nose and wave the air around her playfully.  And for once I found myself gagged and coughed like crazy as the gas from her farts had begun to settle themselves within the house.

“So good to be home….I must have been gassier than I thought.” She laughed to herself as she walked over to the living room with a couple of really small toots leaving her ass as she walked that way. I walked behind her jean-covered ass mesmerized beyond belief as she left a putrid trail of her gas behind her. The living room was already reeking of her bigger farts a moment ago; indeed it was soon obvious that the smell was going to cover nearly the entire square footage of the not-so-tiny residence. On a small table in the living room next to the kitchen she deposited her purse and a bag carrying some school assignments as she started to get herself a little more comfortable for the evening.
“Perhaps I need to show you around.” Miss Adrian said as she got up off the couch and guided me around her house. The rooms on the downstairs consisted of a living room with a large widescreen television and a long table in front of a couch, a couch that had probably had multiple gaseous atrocities committed to it for a while. The kitchen was small but useful. I looked inside as I thought about Miss Adrian eating in here; it was in this room that the production of the vilest gas I knew of was taking place. Walking around the downstairs portion of the house we reentered the ultra-smelly parlor in the front and a couple of other large rooms used primarily for family functions, if there were any to be had.

“Sometimes I’ll stink up one room and find myself in another. It’s not uncommon for me to start grading some papers in this room and finish up somewhere else. On really bad days I’ll find myself on the porch finishing up while I allow the house to clear up.” She said laughing with another couple of small toots rumbling out of her ass, sounding nothing more like shots from a popgun. Finally we walked upstairs with me staring straight up her round ass. I could have guessed that she would have let loose a fart there but alas her ass gas was all but spent up. In the hallway there were three bedrooms, one and a half bathrooms and a storage closet. Her bedroom, the master room of course, had its own private bathroom. There I noticed an even stronger odor (that usual faint aroma I mentioned earlier) and in her bathroom the stink had doubled a little bit more.

“And this is where you’ll be staying.” She pointed me into another bedroom, which had a bed and dresser already set up, the room was typical for being the room of a child in their parent’s home but she treated it more or less as a guest bedroom. After I dropped my bags off I walked back downstairs with her as she got into the kitchen and leaned against one of the cabinets as she checked the time and realized that it would be time for dinner. She opened up her cupboard and I saw a pretty nice collection of food inside. Plenty of cans of beans were in there, along with other vegetables. Her fridge had some fruits and vegetables along with some leftovers and a little bit of beer. She looked inside as she pondered what would be a good idea then the idea hit her head. She closed the fridge door and had another idea and the look on her eyes signified that she knew exactly what would happen if she had this for dinner.

“I got it! Niebla verde restaurante mexicano! You’ve heard of it?” She mentioned as my eyes opened up to the mere thought of this restaurant. Of course I’ve heard of it, it was the best Mexican food in town, not a cheap place to visit but the food was second to none.

“You want to go out to Niebla verde?” I asked her as I began to think about the possibility of Mexican food within her bowels, the results could be amazing.

“Oh no no no. We wouldn’t actually eat there, I’d order the food and they’d bring it here.” She said a smile on my face as she anticipated my next question.

“I didn’t know they delivered.” Well, it wasn’t a question but it was leading to the same place.

“Well they don’t, but it’s a little agreement they’ve worked out with me. Let’s just say that for all parties considered it was considered the best deal. Not since what happened that one night three years ago.”

“What happened?”

“Well, as you can probably guess, I got gassy, like really gassy. I got to warn you now, Mexican food gives me some of the worst gas you’ll ever experienced. I had to make two agreements with Niebla verde, the first was not to visit the restaurant ever, the second was a deal made with the restaurant and with the school. Because of the ‘effects’ of Mexican food I can only order food from this restaurant on Friday and Saturday nights. In fact, the school highly recommends that I have all the food eaten by noon on Sunday. They are pretty strict about that too…since you love the smell of my farts I suppose it’s worth it to show you some real farts, my Mexican food farts will blow you away!” She said with emphasis as she took out her cellphone and began to make the order. Behind her I was seated at her kitchen table with my ever-present erection there excited about the prospect of her eating such a feast.

It took more than an hour before the food arrived, giving Miss Adrian some time to do a little school work and watch the news as I walked around the house and pulled out my own laptop to make use of her Wi-Fi. The smell of her previous farts still hung around, even in my own room upstairs but the smell was slowly fading away. I saw that she just opened a window to help clear some of the air downstairs. When the food arrived the delivery boy had arrived wearing a gas mask. Miss Adrian couldn’t do anything else but to giggle at the boy being a bit-overprotective of his lungs as he handed her three large bags full of food and watched her pay. I noticed that he was jittery when he handled all of this, as if he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. I suppose to him it was like he was the person who lit a bomb and now had to quickly move away before being caught in one of its explosion. Miss Adrian had laid the food down on the table and my eyes were opening at all the food that was present for entrance into her bowels.

Miss Adrian was going to become SUPER loaded with gas with what laid before her. Twenty quesadillas loaded with cheese, ground beef and refried beans with tomatoes and sour cream, twenty giant burritos loaded with spreaded beef, cheese, refried beans and Spanish rice loaded with sour cream and hot sauce, about ten soft shell tacos filled with beef, cheese and beans, once again. Next to all of that were five small bowls of refried beans and another two with black beans and another with some red rice in them. She allowed me to have some of the food but I ate very little so that Miss Adrian could eat all of that food up, my beautiful teacher with the humongous butt was feeding herself some food to get some of the worst-smelling and worst-sounding farts imaginable. It wasn’t even into her third burrito in which she noticed the gas already swirling within her stomach. She quickly finished up the burrito as she took a swell of a bottle of beer and leaned her ass over to release her first fart.

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Oh God was it big! It went on for ten full seconds as the fart shook her chair with the sound of a dozen bubbles popping at the same time. It was very similar to some of her largest farts in her seat at school that original day. The smell that came out from her butt came at me full force and I could tell that it was going to be toxic-smelling from the moment my nostrils touched it; it reeked of dead fish and beans, a potent combination that spread its warm, oxygen-less air up my nose. Her face was blissful as this masterful fart produced a small yellow gas that surrounded the area underneath her seat. She was still wearing her blue jeans, which must have heated up under the force of that rancid-smelling fart. Meanwhile my eyes began to tear up just a little as I smelled this warm and putrid stink coming out from Miss Adrian’s behind.

“Fuck that was nice!” She said in joy as she leaned over and blasted out another two farts, slightly smaller but still dick-raising monsters of their own.

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“Man those sounded great.”

“Oh those, that was just the beginning, it will get much worse tonight, I forgot to tell you but beer also gives me bad gas.” She said with a giggle as she took another swig and grabbed one of her quesadillas. I waved the air around me and breathed in her foul gas as I saw her eat the food some more. This was a side to our teacher few students ever saw, in the classroom she was a much more dignified (as well as a gassy teacher could be anyway) person who kept to herself and had some form of manners (hence the reason she released only silent farts and not loud ones until the end) but in here she was a slob. She gorged herself on this food and filled her stomach with a noxious form of gas that my nose had yet to have smelled in its few years of existence.

“I ruined a couple of slumber parties with my Mexican food farts when I was younger. Oh my friends thought it was cute for a while but then I kept on going and they soon regretted it. No one slept next to me, after those couple of instances they made sure not to have Mexican. Needless to say I can’t eat this stuff too often….”

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“Dios mio, my goodness!” She cried out as she fanned the area behind her butt and continued eating her food. The smell of crap and eggs began to fill my mind as I continued to enjoy smelling her fumes. I could have only imagined her as a younger girl cutting farts like this after eating Mexican food, pointing her pajama-covered big booty at her friends and letting one rip, there’s one party I’d like to be at. It was another half hour or so until all the food was finally resting inside her very bloated stomach. Of the course of eating she released another six farts or so of similar size as she lifted her ass off the seat and then released the farts. The look of her as she ate this Mexican food though may have been the most enchanting of them all. Her face was dazzling as I peered into her eyes and saw her big lips eat through the food. Her blond hair moved back and forth with her head movements and nearly against the edge of the table her breasts hung out in her blouse, nearly big enough that they practically rested themselves on the table without the need for any support. She was hotter than any woman I had ever encountered and even at the age of 30 she was getting hotter by the year. Yet no one wanted to be with her, she was nearly a sex goddess but no one wanted to be with her.

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Well, that was probably why. Another fart shot itself out of her rump as she fanned the area behind her butt once more and finished up her meal with another bottle of beer to top it off. It was a good 45 minutes since she had begun eating. I had gone back and forth between checking my phone and watching her eat. Her stomach began grumbling some more as she knew that the meal was working for her. Her eyes lit up as she gave me a direct order to meet her in her bedroom this instant, now I knew things were about to heat up.
Miss Adrian sat down on her bed and invited me to do the same. I looked around her bedroom for a moment, it was a standard-looking master suite, pretty spacious for one woman really, a king size bed with another television on a dresser with two tall dressers on either end and a door leading into a private bathroom.

“Okay then, I think we need to set some ground rules for this weekend, to begin your training.” She said as my ears perked up at the thought of “training.” Baffled I asked her what she meant.

“Now come come dear, don’t be coy with me. It’s what you’ve wanted, every time you spend the beginning of the school day and after class has ended, all that time helping me out, I know what you want. You want me; you want to spend time with me. This weekend you will have me all to yourself and that will be a start, but I think we both know that eventually you are going to want me all the time, and I am in the need for some companionship.” She said as I looked a bit startled at the idea. I saw this as a cool opportunity being here this weekend, but not a permanent basis.

“Sure you do, maybe not yet, but you do. Soon you’ll be at the age where you can make that informed decision and on that day we can make this official. The way you have been spending with me, especially smelling my farts, it’s like you and I were made for each other. I’ve had this farting issue for all my life and you love the smell of a mature sexy woman’s gas, we are meant for each other. But I got to warn you, it will be a full-time commitment, every day will be spent with me. I’ll have you do some chores, do some of my school work, cook, all sorts of things. The challenges will be demanding and you will sometimes wish that you can go back to your old life, but you know that time has passed. Nothing can change what has happened now.”

“But nothing’s happened yet.”

“Oh it will. You’re drunk on my farts, you won’t stop until you can have them all to yourself, and I am armed and loaded, ready to deliver the goods, but first I need you to undress me.” She said as my mouth opened up to show my disbelief in her idea. She corrected me to say that she only wanted her blouse and pants off; she was leaving her undergarments off. She stood up off the bed and displayed her full body for me to begin my first job.
“After a long day of teaching students, I would love nothing more than to have someone take my clothes off for me, nothing like having someone do a task so menial that most people do it by themselves. Start with the blouse first.” She instructed as I did just that. I went and unbuttoned the rest of her white blouse and took the shirt off to showcase her beautiful 40 DD bra, a silky-looking thing that nicely held in her beautiful bust. I had remembered her tits hanging over me time and time again in class as she checked up on something, but seeing them here was something else entirely. She then instructed for me to take off her blue jeans. I went and unbuttoned the front of her pants and after a moment of struggling with the tightness against her body I lowered the pants so that she could slip her legs out of her pants. Then I found myself with an incredible view to her ass. She had a pair of cotton whitey-tighty underwear, probably an XL or XXL size or whatever she was, her ass was a solid 40 inches around and each buttock was kept in place with her white underwear. Before I’ve seen her ass where the panties were eaten by her buttcrack but today they were at least covered. She obviously knew that I was looking intently at her ass as I kept my nose a few inches away from her butt, reeking pretty badly from her recent outburst of flatulence. She had actually kept it in for about ten minutes, but that was all about to end….

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“My eyes!” I cried out as she let loose a fart that came from someplace I had never ventured before. This was a powerful eruption that roared out of her ass with a bubbly sound that shook my head just a little bit. It wasn’t so much the sound as it was the blinding wind that caused me the most trouble. My eyes were level with her ass when she let loose that fart and I paid the price for it. My eyes were blinded, practically literally as I lost my vision for a few seconds upon feeling the winds of that fart. It was a hot, sultry wind that came out of her ass as I was completely unprepared for the power of what came out. Still, as far as I was concerned, this was a great fart; and I could tell that it was influenced by the Mexican food. I was already beginning to see what she meant about Mexican food digesting in her bowels, this stench was different. It was stronger, much stronger than before; it burned through my nostrils and entered my lungs with a wicked combination of rotten eggs, onions, beans, and beer. As I feel to the floor with my eyes temporarily lost in vision I was still trying to take in all the aromic power of Miss Adrian’s fart. As I had discovered, to smell one of her farts wasn’t just to smell it, one had to go back, usually because staying at the source for too long was dangerous, and take in the smell and process it, wondering what on earth would produce such a smell.

“Ha! Serves you right for staring at my ass!"

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Three more small toots roared out of her underwear-covered ass as I continued to rub my eyes. I yelled out again that my eyes were burning and she suddenly switched modes from a dominating woman to a concerned person. Seeing that I was not faking she quickly picked me up off the ground and walked over to the sink in the bathroom as she tried to rub water over my eyes, helping me get my full vision as I continued to smell the ultra-putrid-smelling butt air that hung around her bedroom. As I got my eyesight back I was a little dazed from that recent outburst of flatulence.

“Sorry about that, I forgot to mention that beyond making my farts extra-long, smelly and juicy, Mexican also gives me HOT FARTS! You’re going to have to watch your eyes if you’re smelling me, it’s all that hot sauce they loaded on the food. I can fart fire if I want the way that food is.” She said laughing as she loved to bask in the power that the Mexican food was now granting her with her farts.

“Thanks for the warning.” I said as we walked back into her bedroom. Miss Adrian then decided it was time for some more training for me; she went and laid her body down on her bed as she turned the TV on and positioned herself so that she was on her stomach with her underwear-covered rear end up in the air.

“So all that standing up and down and walking in the classroom, I think I can use a back rub. Can you give me one?” She asked me as I walked over to her, it was one of those orders I rather not refused. Because I knew the sad truth behind everything she was telling me, and that truth was that I really did want her. So I sat down on the bed as I examined her beautiful body laid there on the bed while she flipped through the channels to find something to watch. I was no expert in rubbing anyone’s back, but she instructed me of using my knuckles and hands to move against various parts of her back to give her the sensation of getting some sort of massage. It was one of those things she assumed I would learn in time. I did this for several minutes before I heard her spoke up as she found some Friday night college football game on.

“Who’s playing?” I asked as I glanced at the TV.

“Who cares it’s someone….but I gotta rip one right now...massage my ass a little bit.” She insisted as I took the palms of my hands and motioned them as if I was waxing a car vehicle, making small circular paths against the satin pair of underwear as I looked for her to begin moving her buttocks as if she were about to let one rip….

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Three farts roared out of her ass as more of her toxic and painfully blinding gas dispensed itself out from her buttcrack and through her panties and into my face. Each fart went on for over seven seconds with the last coming in at eight. Again I noticed the uptick in smell, there was a noticeable difference even with these farts as opposed to her previous one, but since that was not directly in my face I was more prepared to embrace the blinding nature of the fart. Still, my nose burned as I went in and sniffed her ass as she cut forth her farts with such power that they nearly vibrated the air around them. I was starting to see why there was a reason farts like this one weren’t let out in school, the sound wasn’t all that bad, but the smell, holy shit they stunk. With my nose pressed near her ass for the last fart I felt my nose vibrate to the extremely bubbly wind that steamed its way out of her ass as she pressed out her bubbly explosions. My nose moved up and down as ounce after ounce of Miss Adrian’s putrid gas was being pumped into my body. It was an earthquake moving against her asscheeks as this sickening and disgusting fart continued to blast out with nuclear-like radiation. Each fart was bad, but this last one was a deep bassy sound that got wetter as the fart continued. She began laughing up a storm as she looked back and saw me sniffing up that last monster.

“Pretty bad huh?”

“Pretty bad indeed.”

“Well, here come its brothers.” She laughed as she pushed up and began cutting loose a massive storm of farts, some SIX farts of intense power that were as wretched as the last one to leave her ass.

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“Fuck that’s horrid….God does that stink!” Miss Adrian laughed again as she caught a whiff of her foul creation after the release of what was nearly 50 seconds worth of the most deadly gas yet to emerge from her behind. These long and bassy farts that came out from her butt were getting me hypnotized by the sound and audacity of their strength. The farts carried such a perfect pitch, a baritone noise that sounded like it was summed deep within the hellish bowels of the 30-year old and through a deep crevice of mature butt flesh before exiting her pair of underwear and spreading itself throughout the room, stinking it up with a noxious aroma of rotten beef and cheese, mixed in with what was described as nothing worse that the smell that came out of a skunk. There was an incredible amount of sulfur radiating out of her ass as the smell produced an eyewatering effect that caused me to go blind once again for a few seconds as I had to back away from her ass. Even if my butt wasn’t in direct eye contact, and it wasn’t, the blinding effect of her putrid gas was causing me some massive problems.

“That’s certainly not a classroom fart.

“It sure ain’t….oh get your nose in my crack, quickly…that’s an order!” She screamed as I went in and pressed my nose deep in her buttcrack. During my first experience with smelling her ass directly I had mentioned that it smelled ten times worse than the gas in the air or something to that effect, this was twenty times worse, the smell was enough to make my puke but I was smart not to eat much food as I knew that this kind of aroma was going to be very foul. Very foul didn’t even being to describe the atrociousness of the smell hovering around her ass. It was probably not much different from having my nose stuffed up the sprayer of a skunk…and then I began to feel the burning wind come out of her ass….oh God, an SBD!
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It was only seven seconds in length but that was six seconds one-too-many, to say that her SBDs in class were very weak in comparison wasn’t the half of this, she had already dialed up a new level of stinkiness with the release of this silent burst of foul wind out of her ass. The smell of the sulfur was already much worse than even with her last farts, but the burning sensation, I swear I was getting a sunburn right there on my nose the way this one was feeling. The smell traveled up my nostrils and burned every freckin’ thing on the way up, I could swear my brain was frying over the piping hot heat being generated from this fart. It was tear gas straight up, or even better, it was pepper spray being shot up my nostrils, as if I took a can of mace and squirted it up my nostrils, an experience that was intensely immense if not downright dangerous. The familiar smell between rotten eggs, meat and skunk found their way into my body as I found myself breathing and eating the gas coming out at such a force that even after the release I had my nose fixated there for a few more seconds. Once I got up from her ass I saw nothing but blurry images and my mind was just as much, it would have been no different as if I were drunk.

“That one had to burn….woah man did they overdo it on the spices tonight. That, plus the hot sauce and the hot peppers sprinkled into my food, it has generated a powerful combination inside my bowels. And if you think that burns you should feel the inside of my stomach, it’s on fire.” She said laughing as she pushed out some more of her wickedly hot gas.

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“There we go.” She said with another series of laughs as I cautiously took in various breaths as my 30-year old teacher ripped another three farts out of her ass. Each fart was already stronger than anything I had ever heard from my father or anyone else for that matter. Hell they were probably among the biggest ever release by any normal human, though my sources on that matter were limited. They weren’t the longest of farts but in terms of raw stench they were easily the smelliest. And I had thought that her classroom smelled bad that one day, these were much worse. My eyes continued to water as she instructed me to finally open up a window.

“It’s okay hun….I’m going to gas myself out of here shortly, I might as well start clearing up the air.” She said with another few laughs as she fanned the gas straight into my face, giving me even more whiffs of her toxic fumes. I walked over to open up the window and was impressed by the hang time of her farts. The air was ripe with the smell of Miss Adrian’s gas; after all of those farts I’d be very surprised if the gas went away for a long time. Then I heard her push on her ass and release another couple of farts.

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“God Miss Adrian…how much do you got?”

“Oh there’s still plenty in there don’t worry. All that Mexican, I’m going to be a farting machine all night long!” She said with a bit of laughter as I smelled more of her gas. I understood what she was doing though; she was exposing me to her worse so that I could eventually be able to enjoy her company with her farts without complaining too much, or even worse passing out. I had survived so far but I suspect that was only because of my prior experience with her farts. After all I had smelled plenty of her farts up to this point, but that did not take away from the fact that the air was much more stinkier now than it ever had been in her bedroom.

For the moment her gas had died off as I assumed she had to recharge and produce more of her toxic product for future distribution. We began talking some bit as she went back and forth from watching the game to checking up on how I was doing. Despite any indications otherwise she was greatly concerned for my well-being, asking how I was holding up back there and seeing that my needs were being met, asking if I needed to get something to drink or use the bathroom. I went to downstairs briefly to get a can of beer, which my master had granted me, her “reward” for keeping up with her so far. In the kitchen the air was less stinky but it was still easy to get a whiff of her gaseous outbursts from upstairs, the smell had found its way through the air vents and openings underneath her bedroom door to pollute the rest of her house, and then I heard it.

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I heard the low murmuring sound come from directly above the ceiling. I quickly grabbed the can and ran upstairs as I found myself getting closer and closer to the sound, which was getting louder the closer to it I got. It was like a small earthquake being generated in her bedroom and slowly shaking part of the house. From the kitchen it was a mummer, from the staircase it was a soft groaning noise, from the upstairs hallway it was like hearing power tools in her bedroom and as soon as I had opened up the door to hear the last of this impressive 16-second long fart I heard a thunderous noise that was as loud as lightning hitting the house. Her room was shaking and her bed looked like it was now vibrating to the point of giving her some sort of sensation and behind all of that a column of green fog was bellowing out of her ass as the room was becoming filled with the most noxious stench she had conjured up that night. This fart was easily the loudest she had ripped so far tonight and perhaps her loudest ever, it was super loud and super massive. After opening the door I was completely whiplashed with the rotten gas and had to back away for a moment as her fart finally ended and she looked back and saw the door to her bedroom was open.

“Caution there…that one was pretty big!” She said laughing as she flexed her ass a little bit and pushed out a “smaller” fart, going for only seven seconds. It rumbled out of her ass at probably a third of the power of her previous fart but would have still caused the classroom to moan and complain as they usually did.

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“Damn I’m feeling it tonight…come’on in sweetie!” Miss Adrian said as I slowly approached her room where the green gas was now floating around her room. To my knowledge I had never seen green air flowing out of her ass, hell I had always thought it to be more of a cliché, but swear to God her bedroom was now filled with an expanding burst of green gaseous air as I began to experience the full brunt of her aroma. One had to be very brave to embrace the awful smell of her gas, hovering over the scene of the crime like a toxic chemical cloud in Chernobyl. She went for brother’s wrist and checked for his pulse, and to her great luck she was able to find it. I noticed the area around her panties has some more green gas hovering around it, as if her ass was smoldering, reeking of the stench of burning skunks and rotten sewage, with the sulfur content even higher than before. If only I had some sort of device to measure the strength of her fart, a thought was swirling in my head of perhaps creating a classification system for her farts; to measure how strong one was over another. On the fly, I guessed that her smallest farts with little smell were a 1 and this was up there with a 10. The farts she was cutting when I first encountered her class were likewise a 7. Kind of wanting to see where my scale would fit I asked her a question as I stood there against the wall of her room as she continued to bask herself in the powerful thick fog of her gaseous destruction.

“Was that your biggest fart?"

“My biggest fart, heavens no, I’ve done much worse than that. Though it had to be my biggest in a while. My biggest fart had to be three years ago right after Thanksgiving.”

“Thanksgiving, it figures.”

“Well yeah dear. Picture this, I had eaten Mexican the night before, I farted my brains out and took a big dump and though the gas was all gone. So I go to have Thanksgiving with my family and ate up a lot of the food, including a more than generous proportion of baked beans along with the usual trimmings. Being the polite woman I am I held in my gas, much longer than I normally do. I waited until I got home and closed the front door, leaning against the wall I began to cut a really massive fucking fart….super loud, super long and super smelly…you won’t believe this, but it went on for nearly a minute and a half, nothing but me cutting the smelliest and strongest cheese ever. Oh you would have cummed yourself to death if you had experienced that one…super big! I haven’t farted that bad since, but I’d love to do it again, God that one was to die for, I think it smelled like that one fart for the entire next day, leaving the house Friday night I could swear that I was still smelling the gas from that one. IT WAS BIG!” She said laughing as she looked over at me, my hand was in my pants and I was going to town.