The Tooterer: Extra Credit
by American Wonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS, AND SCAT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

The rumors about Ms. Gaze were absolutely true. Behind the gauze of a high school spanish teacher, Ms. Gaze was a hardcore porn actress and site owner. Adding onto that, behind her bright red sweater was a rack that could turn any prepubescent boy into a man and a butt behind her skirt that didn’t look like it belonged on her figure. Sorry, I’m standing over her as she looks over my papers; my eyes wince as she flips over each page, an irritated sigh escaping between them. They sounded like sexual moans, giving proof to her sexual deviancy. I’d be aroused if I wasn’t so scared. I knew what Ms. Gaze really was...or should I say, what The Tooterer really was.

“Well Craig, I’ll give it to you straight. This right here is looking like ‘D+’ material,” she said, finally looking up to pierce me with her bright blue eyes. I watched them clench shut-along with another eye she possessed. BBRRRLLOOOPPPTT! She sighed as the fart echoed around the room. I didn’t even flinch, at least until the smell of rotten refried beans hit me. I knew The Tooterer’s tactics well. Intimidation was her thing and I could barely stand to look at her as the fart lined my nose and she began “tsking” at me. “At this rate you’ll need a miracle to get up to a ‘C’,”. I’ve been serviced under her ‘miracles’ for some time now. Any student whose grade was dipping could travel to her office for some extra credit-but only those who knew what they were in for. FFFLLRRROMMPPPTT! That was a large fart and she was clearly gearing up for a session with me. I watched as she rose slightly to rudely adjust her skirt, letting out small ripples of her ass while she did so. Ladiness was only a formality when she was teaching. “Hold on Ms. Gaze.” I started. “What about the quiz? I got a 93 on that and what with the final coming up soon, I could probably raise-” PPPRRRRRRPPPTTTT! Her fart cut me off. I knew better than to interrupt and waited to it silenced to continue again. She sat smiling and staring at me, wincing gleefully as another 5 second ripper hushed me again. I gave it a few sentence, trying not to inhale the rank fumes she had created. “What I’m saying is that if I get a 100 on everything else, I can-” “No, you can’t,” said Ms. Gaze. She shoved my papers across the desk. I gazed down on every individual paper. F’s D’s and a few C’s almost made me come to tears. She was right. I walked around her desk as she got up. “I’ll be back in 5,” she said, gracefully shoving me aside and exiting her office. I took one last breath as her lilac perfume entered my nostrils. Then, I put my face against her chair, which smelt of every nasty concoction her ass could produce.

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5 minutes actually turned into 15 minutes. But I waited patiently, for The Tooterer took no shit from her subjects. I watched her waltz in as if 30 seconds had passed. She threw a case of chinese food and McDonald’s she was eating in the trash. Then, she locked her office door. BBBRRRRRRRRRTTTT! The fart was menacing enough without the smell. There was no worry for her, however. Her office was soundproof, sealing in the screams and stink that she created so well. I felt bad for any janitors who had to clean this place up.

The Tooterer leaned over her chair and lifted her skirt. Shocker, she was wearing no underwear underneath, a testament to her wild side and surprising, disgusting nature. BBBLLLMMMMPPPTTTT! Her cheeks vibrated and I watched a nearly visible line of stink rain on me. The Tooterer sighed as she spread her massive, tan cheeks. “Do you agree to be my fart slave for the allotted amount of time, in exchange for a bump in your grade?” BBBRRRLLLLLRRRR! The sour, eggy fart matched her callous tone. This was a formality she gave, but the boys who walked in here always knew what they were signing up for. Hopefully some of them knew a good deal why. FFFFRLRRBTT! “Craig!” she said, her asshole wincing down at me. I looked at her pink pucker, considering all my other options. “Yes, Ms. Gaze,” I replied with sorrow in my heart. “It’s yes, Tooterer, my dear,” she said, slowly descending on my face. PPPRRRRRSSSSSS! A silent fart streamed from her hole, giving me a slow ride into her stink train.

The weight was always the first thing that got to people. The Tooterer felt what she looked like, and her booty looked like a lot. I felt my ears pop and my nose bruise as she adjusted her asscrack just perfectly along my face. FFFFPPPOOOOTTTT! Her asshole farted into my eyelids, making them water. I held back tears with my eyes shut, masking my pain with sniffing noises. Hopefully I wouldn’t have to add pink eye to my list of shit to deal with. Ms. Gaze relaxed in her chair,(and on my face) and continued looking over my papers. BBBLLLLBBBBBB! I took in a greasy smelly fart, no doubt from the McDonalds. She addressed me as if her asshole wasn’t pumping me with vile stenches. “You know if you applied yourself Craig, I think you could do well in Spanish. Some of your early papers are incomplete. The others, well, it’s like you didn’t even try.” PPPRRRFFFFFTT! I took her fart with bitter acceptance. She was right, beginning of the year, I didn’t try for shit. Who knew I would have to sniff her farts for a better grade though?! FFFLLLLBBBBTTT! “Ohh yes. Now you're under my ass, just scratching to get by! If you don’t apply yourself, that’s where you’ll end up. Now granted, some of those fartboys are really, really something.” BBLLLRRRPPFFFBBTTT! One fart sent me in a chasm of greasy shit and what I could only assume was the egg rolls. God, when she got aroused, her farts were to die for...in the bad sense of the term. “Is that what you want to do with your life, Craig? Do you want to live under my big, beautiful, buttcheeks?” FFFLLLRRRAABBBBTTT! She let out a 7 second fart that any gross fetishist would be proud of. I winced as her asshole slobbered down with a roar. “Granted, it’s a lot of hard work and there’s not too good of a pay. But there’s mountains of rewards, let me tell you. Besides, you seem to be really applying yourself right now.” FFRRRRBBBBTTTT! With a loud toot, she ran her hand along my pants towards my erection. Yes, I admit it, I had one. But trust, me, it was hard to maintain. The Tooterer had a camel toe vagina to die for, with a bleached asshole some porn stars didn’t even have! Every time it puckered I tried to imagine myself shutting it up with my cock. That’d show her! BBRRRRROMMMPPPBBBTTT! But then her ass would put me in my place, with a thunderous fart like that. I coughed as the rancid 10 second fireworks show gave me a full palette of her appetite.

Ms. Gaze sighed and rose off me to allow for some fresh air. I watched her twist in her chair to read the clock. “Hmmm, let’s say, another 15 minutes, shall we? Then I’ll consider dragging you along for a C+”. I nodded underneath her and she sat upon my face again. This was going to be a LONG extra curricular.

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The Tooterer’s vagina wasn’t that bad. I had never eaten another girl out, but I could get used to the experience of licking their soft pussies. PPPPRRRRAAAT! Hopefully they wouldn’t be as gassy as she was. BBBOOMMMPPPTT! I coughed as a vile toot rolled along my mouth. With no option but to keep my mouth open, she ripped ass freely down onto my gaping tounge. FFFLLLAAPPBBTSHT! I tasted every drop of her wet fart, along with her vaginal juices. The Tooterer sighed, quite aroused by my work as well as hers. I kept going; if I quit, she’d have me start all over again. “Ass,” she commanded. With a heavy heart, I stuck my tounge into her putrid asshole. Eating pussy was ok; eating ass was another story. FFFLLLLPPPPP! Her butt showed no mercy as I slowly pierced her butthole. Her tight anal walls and barrage of farts made her almost impenetrable. PPPRRRRRRPPPTT! I tried closing my mouth to avoid the taste, but her asshole had an iron grip on my tounge. Fart and ass juice dripped on my tounge and I could taste her sour chicken and shit on my lips.

“Still,” she said. My tounge froze and The Tooterer began sinking her ass deeper into my face. She rode my tounge like a cock, taking pleasure in every bounce. I winced as her cheeks smushed me into bruised pulp. “I swear, you get better at this each time,” she taunted, letting a silent fart clench around my tounge. “Maybe you boys should start a study group. I’d be happy to help oversee your progress.” My mind went to a dark place, imagining her having an orgy over all my classmate’s faces.

Suddenly, The Tooterer froze and I heard a loud grumble. “Open,” she commanded. Like a trained dog, my mouth went wide...REAL wide. With the speed of a turtle, I saw a large turd poke forth. She moaned, letting the feeling grip her entire body. I watched in horror as her asshole slithered to the size of a baseball. I began munching on the turd’s tip, but she sucked the turd back. PPRRRRRAAAPPPTT! A strong ripper seized my brain, along with the acidic shit in my mouth. “Patience Craig! You want that C or not?” she said. I nodded and slowly gulped down the shit I had acquired. She seemed pleased and began to grunt, shoveling the shit out once more. My mouth began to hurt as she suckered the turd in and out with the power of her majestic asshole. This was going to take a while.

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15 minutes actually ran around 45 minutes. The Tooterer had put on her clothes and I stood over her desk, sick and with a stomach full of her shit in me. “Here’s you C-, Craig,” she said, handing me the paper. A “C-”?! I was about to protest, but she let out another earth shattering fart. FFRRRRRAAABBBBTTTT! She sighed, taking a few good sniffs for herself. I covered my hand to avoid puking up her waste. “Now I’d get good and used to that smell. I want to see you make a field trip to my house this Saturday, you got it?” She leaned back in her chair, letting her exposed buttcheeks point my way. BBRRRRMMMPPPTT! I desperately tried to wave the fart away while she laughed. “I know you have a disposition right now for my farts. But you also don’t like your grade where it is, am I correct?” I sighed, staring into her exposed fartbox; her perfect pink asshole wore a shade of dark brown from the log she had shat into me. “Yes. I don’t like it.” I muttered. Ms. Gaze smiled. “Then I’ll see you on Saturday. Who knows? If you do a good job you might get bumped up to ‘A’ material!” I frowned at her, taking in her obnoxiously triumphant smile. I could only imagine what “A material” looked like. I stormed out of the room, before hearing her fart with little giggles to herself.