In Her Bed - Part 01

IN HER BED

By: SellCon2762

Thanksgiving Night gathers and so my watch begins. It shall not end until she wakes. I shall take no break, hold nothing back, or complain of the smell. I shall wear no protection and win no glory. I shall live and serve at my post. I am the nose up her hole. I am the watcher of her ass. I am the shield that guards her nose from the smell. I pledge my life and honor to my girlfriend’s ass, for this night and all the nights to come.

I thought about these words as I watched my girlfriend eat her food at Thanksgiving dinner with her family, an idea had been streaming through my head the entire day, she was going to be gassy that night, real fucking gassy. The first thing you should know is that I now live with my girlfriend, who is an absolute goddess in every sense of the word. I worship her, I do her bidding, I make her happy. She may be only a 21-year old college student from New York University, but she’s the greatest thing to ever grace this planet. On that fateful night on the subway train, I got to experience the grace and beauty of this magnificent woman. At the end of the painful and gassy ordeal a part of my mind wanted nothing to do with her again, it was thrilling but too much at the same time. She offered a chance to meet up again on the train and three days later I took her up on the offer. Smelling a few more of her post-workout farts we spent the train ride back home to Queens getting to know each other. As I felt it was an honor to have served her and her ass, she thought I was a thrill too, loving the attention I gave her and loved that I was the first person to actually appreciate all of her.

She is bright, she is sweet and she is merciful and yet the power of her body and what comes out of it is without mercy. I had enough with pretending otherwise when I knew that she was the person I was meant to have this whole time. It has been several months but I’ve dedicated myself to her. Likewise she had come to find me as a decent man, not only a decent man, but more man than anyone before her. She treats me with affection and respect, she had come to love me as greater than the rest of my own gender and likewise I treat her as greater than all other women, but women are superior in any aspect and she is the most superior of them all. I now see her every day in the evening, when she normally returns home from her studies and after I get done with work, we are still living separately but that hasn’t stopped the hours spent in her house. And she loves showering me with the built up farts that she has from the day, it was a great surprise to learn that the farts I had experienced that first night were not even her best, this girl truly is a gassy powerhouse and I love every inch of her. She has farts built up every day from having to hold it in in class and in the presence of others, so I help her relieve all of that pressure when she gets home and turns the apartment into her gas chamber. She isn’t one of those people who can fart like crazy all the time, but when she gets going there’s no stopping her. As for me, I enjoy experiencing every bit of it, someone as beautiful and strong as her releasing farts so loud and smelly that they leave you speechless; I’ve died and gone to heaven.

I have found myself spiraling out of my former, and not exciting, world and into her sphere of influence. I have taken to her interests of working out, of her studies and subjects and her cultural tastes. I do it gladly for her and she in turns gives me the respect that a worshiper of her deserves. Meeting her was the momentous event in my life that has given me new meaning. My purpose on this Earth was simple, be her’s. And this woman I gladly do it for, I still smell her farts, as many as I can anyway, and give her complements as to how bad her flatulence can get. She thinks of it as some funky aroma that she’s half embarrassed on releasing in public. I tell her that her gas is only another symbol of her perfection, that such a Godly creature like herself can produce such overwhelming stenches is only an example of the overreach of her power. I’m being overdramatic about all of this, but this woman truly is the greatest person alive and I will show my appreciation for her every day of my life. Thankfully she is appreciative of that love and the two of us has bonded like nothing we have ever witnessed before. It wasn’t a surprise then when she invited me to her parents’ house in Brooklyn for Thanksgiving dinner, a chance to meet the two lovely people who had been blessed by God to create such a perfect specimen. I was very excited about the prospect.

Thanksgiving with the Johnson Family was an experience unlike anything I had before. My girlfriend didn’t say anything about the masses of people coming over, we had at least 40 people there spread out a different tables and more food for any of us than humanly possible. My Goddess girlfriend was quick to vouch for me at the dinner so that I could get better along with family, being white in a black family’s Thanksgiving had me worried, but they were very hospitable and it was all eye-opening to what I learned from various family members. Thankfully I was open minded and settled in nicely with the gang as we got ready to eat the feast and a feast it certainly was. My family would have amazing Thanksgiving spreads but the Johnsons had them beat by a country mile. They didn’t have a turkey, they had turkeys. They had trays full of stuffing, corn, sweet potatoes, broccoli, potato salad, baked beans, cornbread and probably a dozen other items. My girl would ask for a continuous order of food, loading up heavily on everything over and over again for a total of six different trips. She ate a good part of the turkey, nearly a plate and a half of baked beans, half a plate of corn, half a plate of potato salad and broccoli, five pieces of cornbread and several glasses of milk. Mixed in with all of that, she had a couple of cans of beer, with alcohol considered another of a long list of gas producers for her bowels. Her family was astonished by the amount of food she ate but she was a growing black woman and needed all the nutrients she wanted, and I gladly helped her out. It helped that she was the biggest person there of all present. She was 5’10, a stunner in every way possible with the largest ass and the biggest set of breasts. She wore a spectacular black dress that sparkled in the artificial light of the house, glistening as the family acknowledged her as the most beautiful and amazing female in the room. Most of her family member were either older people or smaller kids, but she, she was a class of her own. Still, she was among the warmest and brightest people there, everyone loved her, everyone should.

One thing that was not brought up at all at the dinner, how gassy my girlfriend was going to be. I could only imagine the kind of gases building up within her stomach as she sat down and chatted away with some of her cousins. It was after 9:00 in the evening when she was finally feeling something brewing down below, she knew that she would have to get going before she started stinking up the house and the way she ate that day it would not have been any problem. One fart could have cleared the entire house of all its occupants, and she probably had 50 of them lined up ready to go. To prove my theory, she farted a lot during the trip home, I rested on the seat on occasion to smell some of her farts, but she kept on warning me of not spending too much time, warning me that she was merely warming up. And smelling her farts I could tell, these were different, she had taken in a couple of protein shakes at the beginning of the day and those merged with the megaton of food she ate meant that her gas was stinky on a whole different level. Even I couldn’t stand being there underneath her ass after about ten seconds of taking in her fart. She sighed to herself, remarking about how bad her room was going to stink that night, she was plenty tired and probably just going to fall asleep upon returning home. The tone of her voice, she felt bad about having me smell up these potent babies from her ass. She was also regretting eating all of that food, but I was there to comfort her, she could eat as much as she wanted, she was a goddess, she could do whatever she wanted. She loved it when I showered her with praises of her perfection but I meant every word of it.

An idea then formed in my head as I walked her back to her apartment from the subway stop. It had been on my mind for a while since I had seen her eat that food. The idea was the most ultimate way of showing respect for her and helping her through a difficult time. I asked her bad she would be farting tonight; she told me it would be the worst. Last Thanksgiving, she kept herself up all night due to the overwhelming odor of her post-meal farts. She didn’t go to sleep until the next morning, having wasted a night basking in the warmth and putridness of her gas. The idea was then formed in my head; I would smell her farts for her, all night. She warned me, several times that it was not a good idea, she did not want to do it all, she knew that she would be subjecting me to intense gas on a caliber I have not yet witnessed. That of course only gave me more of an emphasis to go ahead with it. She warned me several times more but I insisted, I wanted to do this for her. I spanned the story in a way that made it appear as if I was doing this on my own free will, helping her out through what would be a very gassy night. And she was quite a stunner a night, wearing a tight black dress with her features bulging out for all to see, she was worth it and then some. I wasn’t even worth being there to smell her farts, but I pleaded with her to let me go ahead and do it. She finally resigned herself and I prepared my mind for what would be a long and intense night. Maybe I would go to sleep, maybe not, but tonight, tonight I was smelling all of her post-Thanksgiving farts and it would be an amazing night.

We arrived in her bedroom; she would continuously fart while in the apartment, letting more out as she was back in her own home. She had a large king sized bed, allowing me to give her plenty of room and plenty of room for me to assume my position, but to help me out she dragged a chair from the living room and placed it at the foot of her bed, this would give me room for my feet and some of my legs as I got ready to nestle my face up deep into her ass. This would be as hardcore as it could get. She then got herself undressed, releasing a wave of noxious stink that had been pint up in her dress and underwear all day, she was a goddess through and through. Her 40-some inch ass stood out on top of her overdeveloped thighs. Up above, her creamy skin worked up her backside to her black streaming hair, which flowed down toward the middle of her back. In front, overabundant amount of breasts meat protruded outwards, uncontrolled by any lingerie, it was a glorious site and the smirk on her face as she turned back to showcase her gigantically majestic body made me completely happy in my plan to do this service to her. She rubbed her stomach and told me once more that she felt a surge of gas that may be unlike any she had ever had before. She said she never ate more food than she did today, which was all I needed to assert the fact that I wanted to do this with her. She wished me good night and good luck and did tell me that I could take my head out of her ass at any time without any repercussions. She was as nice of a woman as she was beautiful.

She assumed a unique sleeping position as she went down on her comfy bed flat on her stomach, probably pushing some excess gas out as it were. She liked sleeping on her stomach, so going to sleep this way wasn’t out of the ordinary. There I looked down at her backside, pointing upwards as I prepared to dive myself deep into its confines. Her legs were spread out, not all the way, but enough to give my body, several inches shorter than hers and a few pounds under, enough room for me to insert myself into the space. I told her not to spare anything, I wanted to take it all in and thus I went onto the bed, cock as hardened as possible (with my clothes on I might add) and I moved my head up past her crushing thighs and to her glorious buttocks. Already the smell was profoundly bad, the smell of her ass I was used too though and this did not bother me at all. But it was wet and steamy there, sweat and gas release had kept her ass rather moist as I felt her buttocks hit me on the side. I wiggled my head up, finally spreading open her cheeks so that I could get nestled in with my nose right next to her asshole. She had to do some work herself to make this possible but I was soon able to get my face into the right position. My vision had already gone away as she turned the lights off via a remote and was ready to pull the covers over us, hiding the world to my activities deep within her ass. Her butt cheeks were bigger than my head, so the head was almost swallowed up completely. It took another moment for me to adjust my head with the rest of my body lying flat and motionless on the bed in between her legs with the part of my body from the knees down resting on the chair.

Finally I was in the steamy confines of the ass of a goddess, a 21-year old college student who was the greatest in the world. My nose was wedged deep inside her gigantic backside, trapped right between the cheeks and directly next to her flagrant asshole. I could feel it and it was something out-of-this-world. I had only touched my own asshole when wiping myself before, so touching another woman’s asshole was a surreal experience. It was a big damp, I could feel the wrinkles that were coming outwards from the hole, this was her asshole it was such an amazing experience. Below her, past my mouth, her clit, spewing out a deep penetrating fog of musky girl scent. I was sensing things that I had never felt before. I have had sex before sure, even with this girl, but to feel it from this perspective was fascinating. My eyes were rendered useless with the pounds upon pounds of her ass flesh pushing up on them. My nose was right where it needed to be, and my mouth was taking in breath after breath of her pussy air. There were enough openings with my head that there was some air coming through. It wouldn’t be the cleanest air to breathe in, but it was oxygen, she was breathing oxygen back at me. All around me could smell the funky sweat of her ass. I could even fell the anal hair of the massive woman as I got myself oriented to being right here. My whole existence was now, in her naked, smelly, nasty black ass.

She had placed her warm blanket over me, which was one of my few clues that there was something in this world besides her massive and beautiful body, but otherwise, my senses were all focused up on my head. Her asshole was emitting a very minute, but detectable at my level, amount of gas, it was as slow of a release as any and I soon caught myself smelling it quite powerfully. Imagine a release of gas that would last all night long, that is what this was. She wasn’t farting at all, but there was just too much gas for her rectum to hold, so this stream would continue for the entirety of her sleep. The stream would change in intensity as the night would go on and while she would probably never have noticed it, it kept the rotten aroma of her gas up front and center all night long. It was only when she farted that much of this “leftover” gas would leave her bottom at all; most of this stinky air would be trapped in her buttocks, if not for my nose being positioned over her asshole. The main way I could tell she was releasing some of this gas was a slight bit of heat blowing out of her asshole, I could feel the gas come out onto my nose as my body took in its foulness. It was pure and true female ass gas, nothing too strong but noticeable enough for me to tell the difference. This would go on all night as I got myself nestled in for the long night. But it was no more than five minutes into the whole ordeal when she released her first big fart of the night.
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As I was about to find out, Thanksgiving gave her a case of gas that was for the ages! I could feel her buttocks squeeze on my head as she was flexing them, getting ready to release and when she released her gas that small stream of gas I was feeling on my nose went straight to a raging river of toxic vapors. The fart had a kind of depth and power that was unreal even for the kinds of fart I had felt from her before. The bed was shaking, my entire body was shaking, my mind was trying to understand what was going on as she pushed out a whopper of a fart. My eyes were burning from the hot wind blowing in my face and my nostrils were being populated with the flagrant smells of stinkiness coming out of this goddess’s pooper. The fart was rancid, it was noxious, it was all of those words, the smell of corn and beans and turkey and eggs and pungent, nothing but pungent, it was a smell that caused my mind to scramble back and forth as I sniffed up every bit of this powerful blast of ass gas. And the sound, it was perhaps the strangest sound I’ve ever encountered. With my face pushed up against her asshole and my head inside her asscrack there was a muffled effect that was truly unbelievable. She had turned my head into an amplifying device with the power of her butt wind blowing through my skull and my brain and out the other end. I couldn’t even guess what it was like to her hearing this fart, all I could tell you is that after the entire explosion was over I was about ready to cum on the spot. She had given me her first real taste of her post-Thanksgiving farts and from what I could tell she was hitting on a whole different level tonight. These were All-Star Farts, in a league that was occupied by her and her alone, and the smell of her gas, without a doubt the smelliest possible. And it was amazing!

Breathing in the fumes of her fart, at first was among the greatest feelings I have ever encountered, but this was not to last. As the fart died down, she shook her butt a little bit, probably still up and wondering if I was about to get out of my confines, but I wanted to do this, I wanted to inhale every single one of her farts, which was good for her because she had gas galore! It took only three minutes for her to squeeze out another fart, not even close to the strength and power of the first one, but very bad nonetheless. When you are this close to her bowels, this close to her bottom there was no such thing as a small fart. She pitched out the fart and I found myself tasting her butthole, trying to eat up all the juicy juice from her swollen sphincter, only getting started for an epic night of farting. Her asshole, as I began licking it some more I soon found myself in a whole new world. Her farts were one thing, her asshole was something else entirely, it was exquisite.  Her sphincter was being salivated amongst the bulk of my tongue, as I applied continuous pressure and was rewarded with slow, steady progress into her inner regions. Her ass was very tight; my tongue was encased in a hard, yet slippery, tube of flesh and muscle, deliciously warm. The taste was intense, indescribable. It was not unpleasant; I was so deeply a part of her that all aspects of her are beautiful; they are a part of her, so I loved them. Tonight I was making every part of her bowel process a part of me, licking her asshole, kissing it, soaking up the glory of her putrid butt pucker made me appreciate everything in the world. With all that had gone wrong in this world, her asshole was as perfect and glorious as anything before.

The taste of her asshole was something because of the fart of her continuous farting, that stream of gas, that continued, every second that I was licking her asshole, giving her a kind of pleasure she had never experienced before, she was spewing out that very, very small stream of stinky gas, right to my tongue, activating the different taste buds to allow for me to soak up the natural beauty of her flatulence. Licking and sniffing her most intimate place was such a huge turn-on for me. I was still rubbing her pearl with my tongue as I began to push my hard tongue against her anal opening. The tangy taste of her asshole amplified as I worked my tongue past her muscly ring. I continued even more, I could not hear anything from her as I could only imagine her moaned softly with me worshipping her asshole. Her asshole was warm and slippery, a combination of my saliva and her natural slickness, and mixed in where very small crumbs, microscopic even, they were little pieces of crap. She hadn’t taken a crap since this morning, but she was on the toilet for almost 40 minutes, doing her business and stinking up the bathroom. With her active lifestyle, her bodybuilding and such her dumps were as bad as her gas; she could stink up a bathroom for hours if she wanted to. She had stuff to blow around to keep it clean for guests, but she knew that I loved it when she crapped. Walking in on one of her more productive dumps I could only gasp in shock at the enormity of the deposit she had left in there. Now, small bits of her crap were colliding with my tongue, melting the crap into a small liquid that had a very bitter taste. Shit was not the best tasting by a long shot. There were several minutes of this licking, as I went back and forth with that and just letting my mouth hover over her asshole, up to the point when she decided to let another one rip.
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It wasn’t the fact that this fart was big and stinky, of course it was, it was from her ass, they were ALWAYS going to be big and stinky. It was the fact that my tongue was in a great moment of licking her hole again when she pushed out this fart and the feeling of a fart on your tongue is very unique. It was perfectly timed and produced a kind of sound that was really without any comparison. To her the sound must have been muffled up, she was never going to know how it completely sounded since I was dampening the effect of her blast. She asshole started moving, getting larger and larger and catching my tongue, briefly holding it hostage. And then she cut the beast, it was a loud and smelly fart. Truly prolific in its nature, growing in intensity as the taste of digested turkey and beans met the tip of my tongue, still caught in the grasp of her sphincter. The fart came out none the same, the sound effect of the fart traveled up my tongue, through my head and my body before reverberating out around her. The smell was certainly something to behold and my lungs were taking it all in. It was worth it though, it was her, I could eat and smell her farts till the end of time. She was pushing out such ghastly stinks that my tongue, once leaving her asshole felt as if it had just tasted the foulest piece of solid on the face of the earth. Hell, it did feel like I was tasting actual shit from her ass. Probably not that far off, but when my ears had finished ringing I had to stay there in amazement at the power of her fart. As I was soon to find out, she was merely getting warmed up, this was Thanksgiving night and this was a girl known for her nuclear farts, she was merely beginning.

I could remember seeing all that food she was eating, all that gas-inducing food, loads and loads of it, she was loaded to the teeth with putrid gas, and the consistent leak of gas out of her ass was proof of it. Even with her leak, she was only letting out no more than 1% of the gas that had been building up in her stomach. I had a weird way of counting time that night, not by hours or minutes, since there was no ability for me to count that much, but by number of farts. Looking back at it now, I would guess, vaguely guess that she farted about once every ten minutes, and each and every fart was worth something. After her first few farts she finally nestled into falling asleep and lying down in between the thighs of a powerful young black woman you soon realize that everything about her becomes you. She is naked, gloriously naked, and I could feel her thunder thighs and calves running alongside my body. I knew beforehand of the vastness of her ass, but her legs made the package even greater. With the continuous rotten aroma of her farts wafting around, mixed in with the fact that the room was warm and that we were underneath her covers, the heat and humidity were beyond measure. She was sweating, I mean her entire body wasn’t sweating, but there’s a reason they call it the place where the sun don’t shine, she was dripping bullets underneath there.

My forehead and the sides of my head were being drenched in the sweat coming off of her glorious booty. The water from the sweat vaporized to help produce the musky fog that surrounded me in the space between her legs. Imagine for a moment how hot the area between your legs get when you’re asleep. Especially with no air condition, no cooling, hot and muggy and trapped down there, you sweat off a storm. The bedsheet I was laying on, which hadn’t been cleaned in several days was already stained with the sweat and pussy juices of my magnificent girlfriend, already been blasted by some of her more tremendous farts. When she sits on her bed while perusing her laptop while working on a school assignment she would cut one thundering fart into the depths of her bed mattresses after another. I got hypnotized one night just watching her do it, she’d let me smell some of those farts so that I got a preview of what the bed was getting. It was all darkness for me, as you could imagine, but with the heat radiating from her under regions and in between her legs I could imagine some kind of murky fog that had formed around me. And that’s what my shoulders were feeling, I could also feel those legs move ever so slightly, most of the time they went inward, which was turning me on, she was closing them slowly, but then the thought about her squeezing me to death in between her legs compelled me to pray that she would move them back out. She did so, but the movement went back and forth during the night. And just like that she farts again, two seconds worth of gas into my mouth; I suck this one out this time and get a nice helping of leftover Thanksgiving dinner.

She loved broccoli, eating more of it than even I would have and this time I was getting a lot of that broccoli into my mouth. The sulfur coming out of her farts was off the charts, mixed in with god loads of beans and turkey and she was releasing a sulfuric mist of fart gas into my mouth every few minutes. Halfway through the night and I was beginning to like the broccoli content in her farts, they were there with every release, a particular high sulfur, smelling actually like broccoli and cheese in high quantities. She pucker up her asshole and drop the fart, these ones were usually high-pitched rippers, out in two seconds and ending. She’d do a couple in a row, and then drop one that went on for ten seconds. I counted about seven of these rotations. It was clockwork, one fart and then another, a minute would pass and then she puckered up and delivered the giant ten-second ripper straight into my mouth. The first two farts allowed for me to get a taste of what was to come, afterwards, my heart would race, getting more increased as I anticipated the release of the big one. This was one of those “subway-train” farts from our first encounter, the same intensity, only basked in the warmth and stinginess of her broccoli farts. Intermixed into the growing orchestra of powerful scents was one that was omnipresent the whole night, that of her pussy. Her giant hairy pussy produced a kind of aroma that was truly indicative of what a powerful woman would be. I was overwhelmed; I could smell Her; the smell I thrived on inhaling each and every time she farted; It was the smell of her aroused pussy, rich and musky in my face. She owned me right now and I was more than happy with ownership.

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Aw sweet Jesus, there it is, the seventh one since she began on this current loop of two short and one long farts. The seventh long broccoli fart was easily her biggest and best, a true flexing of power of just what this woman could do when given the right ingredients to produce a powerfully foul release of gas. The broccoli fart was about as bad as you can imagine, this time it was positioned so that her asshole was right at my nose. I felt the dampness of her sphincter as she opened it up large, widening the folds of her anus until I could feel the open hole, a pit deep into her rectum filled with nasty, brutally nasty broccoli-fueled gas, and with one release that gas came painfully up my nostrils, wrecking my head with another killer release of flatus straight into my mind. She was in rare form that night, that was for sure, and to mix it with everything else, after that release of gas I began to witness something else, her pussy’s stink rising up as well. It was her glorious wide-open and foul-smelling pussy. She was coating my face from my eyebrows to chin in the cheesy goop lining her sweaty pussy walls. She was cumming in no time as I allowed for the air in the hairy clamp of her tight cuntal lips to overwhelm me. A thick river of her nectar flowed over my face as I breathed in the foulness of her pussy, mixed in with the rich aroma of her broccoli fart; it was unlike any other place on Earth.

She was emitting a sort of funk from her pussy while her asscheeks kept their firm grip on me. I could feel the muscles tense up periodically, usually when she was either getting horny or letting one rip. She was in a fabulous mood tonight and I assumed it was the nature of whatever she was dreaming. Knowing the predicaments before us made me hard as hell to imagine the glory of being her and the pitifulness of being me. To me her happiness was the most important thing in the world. She had just gone through a long day of having to put up with family members at a massive gathering. And although things were just fine, nothing to demanding or stressing, she was upon this Earth being herself and to me that was enough of a burden for me to help her out. She ate a shit ton of Thanksgiving food because it was her Goddamned prerogative. And now all that food was ready to come out and she was going to be releasing a nice delivery of wretched-smelling flatulence all night long. Which then made me a willing vessel for her to deposit that stinky gas. For me, it was more than a privilege to be doing this for her. It was a calling, it was my duty, it was me showing her just how much a truly loved and worshiped her and so far I was doing my job with great joy. Every second down there with my nose up her ass and my mouth breathing in the malodorous combination of her stinky broccoli gas and funky cunt juice was heaven on Earth. I was serving a goddess and I was going to serve her well. After that last fart I had a chance to do some more exploration with my senses. I kind of look around without actually looking, vision was the one sense I was lacking.

My sense of feeling was the most dominant, okay second after smelling, you could avoid the smell of her farts. But feeling, I was feeling a lot that night. With my hands pinned down beneath my body, positioned roughly so that I could feel my cock locked and loaded for the euphoric experience of being here, I had no ability to move my body, only feel based on what was where it was at. The thickest part of her thighs were roughly where my ears were. I could hear her heartbeat as they were being pressed up against the skin of a magnificent ebony beauty. Her heartbeat and her stomach gurgling were the two primary noises coming from her body. The heartbeat was simple, a calm beat that would only get higher when I was anticipating the release of more gas. There was a part of her that subconsciously was eager to release fart after fart into my face, after all it was what I wanted. And even with my ears in her thighs the sound of her stomach was near everywhere. Most of her body’s systems were down to a low level of service, breathing only for necessity, her heart for pumping blood and her brain for processing whatever thoughts or dreams she was in. But unlike all those other systems, her digestive system was busy, like rush hour traffic through the Midtown Tunnel busy, she was churning out rumbles of booty thunder like crazy, or at least I figured it would become booty thunder. The gurgling noise was kind of frightening due to the nearly continuous nature of it. She was processing a tremendous amount of food and her bowels had to work with it all night long. Asleep she would let her bowels do the work for her so that she would not have to do anything about it. And me, I was given front row seats to just how busy her digestive system could be.
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And one part of that busyness was the expulsion of more toxic thunderous air into my nose. Dear Lord this girl was fucking lethal tonight. She immediately, without any warning had pushed out her pucker and dropped a new batch of her post-Thanksgiving gas into my face and I could tell immediately that it had gained a greater notoriety form what I had been witnessing before. Gone were any cute girlish puffs of foul wind, she had graduated to more intense womanly gas of stronger aromas and louder power. My head was shaking as her thighs clamped onto my face with the release of this immense monster of a fart. I could feel it in my head, this one was different. The smell had grown from being a purely stinky affair to something downright diabolical. The gut-wrenching fumes being thrusted into my skull were that of something that combined garbage and rotten eggs, mixing up with the prior fumes of her broccoli farts to create something unpleasant. The fart’s sound too indicated an uptick in action; it was pushed out with a force that was getting closer to thundering. If not for my location crammed up her ass she might have woken up from the loud force of this fart. Everything here just felt stronger, my face had to take more time processing the vileness of the aroma before allowing me to take a few breaths and get my bearings again. It came out so quickly and out of nowhere that I had not yet prepared myself for power of her growing farts.
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And just like that, she farts again, as strong, smelly and long as the last one. Now my girl was beginning to really get good. This was the end of her second round in farting (which was the only way I really told time) and the beginning of round three. How many rounds she had was up to her, she was in control of the situation, she was gassy and I was going to take everything from her. Every bit of that fart is squeezed into my mind as I take in the power of her rotten stench. This was a woman who was very good with farting, one who could produce farts that cleared out weight rooms and classrooms as if it were nothing. She has a very healthy diet and that helps her fuel some pretty potent gas. You throw in a shit ton of beans, broccoli and beer and that potency is only compounded more and more. And it is all going into my head. I breathe deeply in through my nose, taking in her musky and eggy scent, and my brain registers what I’ve already know, this was exceptionally high quality gas. Breathing in one of her farts, what is magical about her is that each fart seems to be a whole new experience in and of itself. Each fart, crafted within her bowels is created with the highest blends of gases to help produce a kind of putridness that can only be described as one of her farts. It is then personally hand-delivered into my nose with a thrust of forceful wind that enables an effective delivery. And she began farting at a higher frequency as time moved on.

Most farts weren’t as big as those first two ones, thankfully, but she was quick to release decent rips almost every few minutes. Farting over and over again, she was giving me more stink that I could physically handle, but I did it for her. It was being in this precious spot where I had to remind myself over and over again that I was doing this for a higher reason. My girlfriend was the greatest person in the world, and the best part of my life bar none. She was a woman of great strength and knowledge, she was full of herself, empowered and amazing. She was a loyal friend, true to her mates and a friend to her family. I saw her today during the meal, she was the life of the party wherever she was, she was in control of no one but herself. People did things for her, she did nothing in return for others, she didn’t have to. I would wish it every day that everyone thank themselves every time they provided a service to her on the streets. She was not just any ordinary person; she was a goddess in human form. She paraded around with her spectacular ass, her exquisite boobs, her colossal legs and her silky smooth hair. Her face was exactly what perfection should be, made to give all others a model to base herself off of. And with her exercise and her training her body features were only getting better. She was getting better and better every day and it was only my pleasure to make sure she got the perfect treatment she deserved. And with that she puckered up and farted again.

Another four-second long bomb of gas empties into my nose as I inhale in the thick and musky fumes of her gas. Make no mistake, this is fart gas, nothing but fart gas, it’s nearly all that I’m breathing in. Her fart contains oxygen and that oxygen is sustaining me, but I feel myself getting a little bit lightheaded as the evening progresses. I would guess it is after 3:00 and her farting is rather constant, she’s probably let loose about 70 times since we began, most of these farts rather minor, except for some of the larger ones I’ve mentioned, but at this close range, every fart is something. I inhaled and gagged with the eruption of her farts, the vibrations of which tickled her cunt and no doubt pleased her even as she continued sleeping. Her breathing patterns indicated that she was fast asleep, I’ve seen her asleep before, and when she’s out she’s out. But the fart machine is still on and after Thanksgiving night is cranked up to 11. The stench is continuing to impact me, a combination of funk and cheese and nasty butt juices, all of it permeating my existence as I take another huge sniff. Everything from her entire lower intestinal tract is being blasted out onto my face. My nose was lost to her hairy shitter now, the wet and smelly lips of it opening wide to gobble it up from the bridge to my top lip, and to make it even more sensational, I push it in even deeper. It didn’t’ matter much, when she opened up to fart that thing was wide open, covering my nose almost entirely in dark ebony butt flesh as she roars out another windy burst of flatus onto my face. She was milking it, too, pulsating her incredibly tight bunghole muscles on my nose, pulling up, shrinking down, like a tiny meaty wet fist yanking at my nose.

This fucking of my nose went on for the rest of the night; it helped me get an even more sensational feel of her farting when she cut loose her foul thunder. The noxious smell of broccoli, the empowerment of the beans, the richness of the beer and the combination of all the food to produce just the perfect fart, real loud, extra smelly and ridiculously long. It was getting close to fart number 90 when I finally had that discussion with myself, what the hell was I doing here? Here I was in her bed with her huge naked ass right in my face, my nose imbedded in the hairy O-ring of her asshole, the rest of her bulky but hard cheeks covering my face, my eyes, my cheeks. My lips were pressed into the sweaty folds of her hairy pussy and she was not-so-gently riding the whole thing, banging her clit back and forth on my lips, the action causing my nose to fuck her greasy sphincter. I am inhaling now the funk of her pussy, the inhalation of that alone was intoxicating, and on top of that, her farts are strong enough for me to breathe with my mouth the foulness of her gas. My nose was getting the direct blast from her shitter; my mouth was getting the unique combination of pussy and gas, marked together into a profound mixture that has my tongue continue to work on her deliciousness. She is perfect and my tongue is cleaning as much of her clit as possible, I’m working with a lot of space here. Of course, I only do this part of the time, I think about my life. Inhaling her fart gas through my nose and her fart and pussy gas through my mouth. She’s a black woman, a college student, several years younger me but with a body that would make a goddess blush in embarrassment. But that didn’t matter for me, she was gassy and I was there to help her.
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Oh fuck, this was a step up. Without much warning she had tensed up her asshole, again swallowing my nose for second as she rocked the cartilage of my smelling machine to get an new burst of her nastiest ass gas yet. There was something about this release. It was another proud loud fart, though the sound was not much of a matter, the sound waves traveled through me and around her body. Without my body I’m certain the sound would travel around the apartment to be heard by anyone there. But it was the smell, dear God the smell was beyond comparison and perfect at the same time. Inside her asscrack was a damp slimy goop that was forming with each butt release. This stuff had helped produce the kind of toxic chemical that could only be described as the smell of a woman’s asscrack after a constant day of farting. Her fart stink was making rotten eggs smell very nice in comparisons; it was crossing over into a new frontier as the night wore on. She was maturing before my eyes, just as she was growing into a more beautiful and powerful woman, her farts were growing up along with her body. The smell was raving me at a higher stinkiness and the sound and fury of her farts, these were manly farts, hell they were stronger than that, they were her farts. And I smelled them in deep each and every one, she was a goddess and she deserved for her farts to be sniffed.

It was these thoughts that kept me going throughout the night. Because I have to tell you, it was a long night in her butt crack. There was a lot of free time, free time that had me contemplate my place in life. As the night went on, I developed a pattern, using her farts to count the time, not really sure of what time it truly was. When it was 4:00 it might have been only 2:00 in the morning or even 3:00, or 2:37, I couldn’t really tell. All I knew was that her ass was first, second, third and everything for me. She would fart, I would “process” the smell, and then I would take an inventory of what was around me. I’d make sure that my head was still intact, that my mouth was still inhaling the thick fumes of her pussy and that my nose was still crammed up her shitter. At that point, I start licking her clit, cleaning all around her folds of her clit as well as just outside. With my head basically stationary there in her ass I could not move far, but that was never a problem, the smell of her gas was overbearing the entire time. That small release of gas continued into the deepest part of the night, just as her smoldering wretched stinky gas continued to bake me in that hot layer of gas that consisted of everything underneath her covers. I hadn’t forgotten that I was trapped underneath blankets, so that her powerfully smelly gas would remain there almost permanently, that was before the fact that I was taking in each and every fart personally. This pattern would repeat itself over and over again and I found myself with a greater appreciation for my girlfriend’s digestive tract as a result.
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