Kyle and Lauren
by Slave Fart

Finals week in college is always a blast. Everyone is finally taking the tests for which they've studied their asses off. I was no different.

As a bio/chem major, my life sort of sucks most of the time. I'm always studying and don't have a lot of time to make friends. The only people I really hang out with are in all my classes, and now that I'm a junior, it just seems sort of pathetic to only hang out with the same 4 people over and over. There's one girl though that makes me not hate being with those same people though...

I see some of the other kids that go to school here hanging out with everyone. I see the football players having a great time all year. I see the theater kids going out on a Tuesday!!!!

But during finals week, everyone is out. In my major, we've studied every day and know all the finals answers, so studying an extra hour during finals isn't going to change anything. And the best part is that the girl I know, that girl... Well she's finally got her nose out of a book and we can talk.

Our group was me (Kyle, by the way), Sam the guy, Sam the girl, and Her... Lauren...

I had a crush, I won't deny, but she was out of my league. I'm not like, the biggest fucking loser or anything, but I'm just a little overweight, tall, and just generally goofy looking in stature. Lauren though? Lauren is a raven haired bombshell that's got a DDD rack that sits atop her medium sized frame. She's actually curvy. Not curvy like the fat chicks that say "I'm curvy", but are really just fucking cows. No, Lauren isn't the skinniest girl ever, but she's got a great big butt, a big rack, and the most beautiful face I've ever seen.

During finals, Lauren and the Sams usually come over to my place or we go to the Sam's, who are dating and have a place together. We've never been invited to Lauren's place.

But on Monday, after taking three of our six finals, we didn't have any on Tuesday, so we all agreed to go out drinking. After three hours of drinking, the Sams got amorous and were making out at the bar. Lauren was twirling her hair and looking funny at me. I picked up my beer and chugged it, looking away quickly. As you can tell, I'm not very adept at picking up women...

Eventually girl Sam ended up practically dragging guy Sam out of the bar, they both waved at us and the two red heads disappeared. I was alone with Lauren, and boy was I nervous...

"You can relax, you know," She said.

I picked up another drink and started chugging...

"Look, Kyle, I know you've got a crush on me. I know you want me."

I looked around, but I didn't have another drink.

"Kyle, relax. I want you, too."

She took me by the shirt collar and I was too stunned to say a word. She wasn't walking towards my place, we were going somewhere near the bars. There was a house that sat between two vacant lots and she seemed to have a nose for it. She still had me by the collar, grabbed for her keys, and then we were inside. I was inside Lauren's house...

It looked normal enough for a college house. Target and Ikea the main designers, a few dishes from Wal Mart, posters of flowers and black & white barns and Animal House adorned the walls... This was a typical college girl place for sure.

But what wasn't typical was when we got to the bedroom, she reached down to the floor... There was a metal ring and she pulled it up, revealing a hidden panel under the hardwood floor. She was taking me into the cellar?

Once we got down, I was in awe. This a BDSM dungeon!!! There were devices and tools and weapons of torture. There was handcuffs and whips and what looked like a chastity belt. And then there was what she was leading me towards, it looked like a box with just a... Is that a toilet seat?

She didn't say a word, but she grabbed my arms and pulled me to the ground gently, but also assertively. Once on the ground, she put me in shackles that were bolted to the ground. I couldn't move my arms and my head was on a collar that was also bolted. She secured this, and I could no longer move my head. Then it was my ankles, and finally my waist. I was bolted to Lauren's floor...

"Now, I know what you've been looking at, Kyle. I sit in front of you, to the right. I stick my ass out, like this," she pushed her butt out, testing the strength of her black yoga pants, "And then I turn around to see if you're paying attention. And you are. Just like you are right now. I have wanted this for a long time. I think you have too."

We were going to have sex! I blurted out, "Yes!!! I have wanted this ever since I met you! Please! Do it!"

"You're so eager for my farts! I can't wait!"

Her? Her what? Did she say farts?!

As she descended down, my mind went blank. I wanted her to sit on my cock with her pussy, not my face with her ass!!! What the hell!?

She didn't speak again, but her big butt took control over my face and every word I said came out muffled. She let out a monstrous fart that went right through my nose and into my soul. She lifted up just a little and I inhaled through my nose, taking the stench of what seemed like a thousand farts right into my lungs. My olfactory senses overloaded with her fart and now it was all I could smell, and it felt like it was the only smell I could remember.

She laughed, "Oh my goodness! I should pull down my pants! I don't want to soil my undies! You won't mind if I accidentally shart, right? It'd be better if my poop got inside your mouth rather than on my undies, right? I mean, I'd have to clean them! You can just swish my shit around and then swallow. It's much easier. Although, my undies don't have a sense of humiliation... So then it's settled! You'll eat my farts!"

What the fuck was she - Fffffffffffrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppsssssssss!!!!

"Oooo... That one just kind of leaked out."

She lifted her pale white ass off my face again and I watched her sphincter open and close, taunting me as her colon pushed gas towards her anus and expelling it right over my face. Her intestines were in turmoil as this fart she released smelled worse than anything else I'd ever experienced. Like an entire sewer rushing over my face and into my nose. She just laughed.

"Maybe I'll put my yoga pants on and take a shit. Then just kind of let you handle the stink. What do you think?"

Her bare ass lifted off my face and I spoke, "No..."

She slammed her ass back down over my mouth as I had formed an "O". My lips were now around her anus and if she farted, it would now go straight into my mouth.

"Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't do that. I should shit straight in your mouth! Luckily for you, I've still got some farts to let go first. Oh, and that's a good idea you just had. Farting in your mouth will be easier to have no smell for me to deal with than you sniffing them. You're a smart feller! Or should I say a fart smeller! Hahaha! Gotta love Family Guy!"

She unleashed three long, wet, foul farts. Ssssssppppppppp. Ffrpfrpfrpfrpfrpfrp. Bwassskkkkkkk.

She cackled, but she must have laughed too hard because after those farts, I felt something slam against the back of my throat!

She almost jumped off me...

"Did I just drop a shart in your mouth? Open up. Open up your mouth where I just took a shit."

I did and she was laughing as I pushed her turd up and almost out of my mouth. But then she shut my mouth by pushing my jaw up!

"NO! Don't spit it out! Eat it! God damn! You should be thanking me! I know you like me! I'm using you right now, but don't worry... You'll get sex from me... Right after I drop a full load..."

To be continued...