By: JetBrentwood
PART 1
“Your credit card has been declined.” Those are the words that pop up on my laptop monitor as I try to pay for this month’s rent. I look over the sixteen digits on my screen and compare them to my physical credit card—no difference. I do the same with the expiration date. The three digits on the back as well. Each digit is identical to what I typed on the screen minutes ago, yet my university for some reason cannot process my payment.
I bash my fists against my desk. “Ugh…why now?” Rent’s due at the end of the day, and the university is declining my credit card, and another way to throw my will to live into the dumpster. It’s been a habit of mine to pay rent the day of. Not the greatest of habits, but until today it’s never been a problem. I’ve never had bad spending habits and used my money wisely, only paying for groceries and making sure I’m not evicted come next month. But now I can’t pay at all.
My eyes dart over to my credit card and look at a phone number on the back—the 24-hour service line. I open my phone, allowing my fingers to dance along the touch screen to dial the phone number.
I hear a long, droning ring, with silence following suit. Another familiar ring, then silence. A third ring, a fourth, and a fifth. Yet nobody’s picking up on the other side. I shake my head as I hang up, placing my hands over my face.
“What the fuuuck, man?” My hands slide towards my body and land on my sweats; the thought of failing to pay my rent looms over me like an angry, dark cloud ready to strike me with thousands of volts of thunder. Emails upon emails warning me of a potential eviction. Some old, kooky landlord waving his pointer at me incessantly, demanding I pay up before he presses charges against me. The horror stories of such deeds fell upon the innocent while they stay snug in their apartment. I don’t want to deal with paying extra for something as meaningful as rent. It doesn’t matter if the interest is the smallest of percentages, I’ve zero interest in paying more than necessary.
I grab my phone and turn it on—did I end up calling the minute they’re somehow disconnected? Maybe others filled up the phone line and my call failed to go through. It is the 24-hour service line; they shouldn’t have the blinds drawn, right? Chances are that’s probably the case. Why wouldn’t they wanna help me out? I bet others are currently dealing with the same problem, and that’s why I can’t get a hold of them. Lemme just input their phone number back in again and--
A knock on my apartment door awakens me out of my despair-ridden thoughts. I check the time on my phone—it’s 5 PM. “Ah, that must be her.” I shake my head as I walk over to the door. “Who is it?”
“It’s Katrina,” the womanly voice on the other side says.
I open the door as I see Katrina standing outside my apartment in a getup that almost has me falling over, one putting her yoga outfit from last night to shame. While she has her strawberry-blonde hair donned in a similar fashion as it was yesterday—with her signature, high ponytail—she’s wearing a set of reddish-gray loose-fitting pajamas. A tank top and shorts, both doing a poor job at hiding her wonderful assets. I avert my eyes down her thick legs and note she’s barefoot with flip flops.
My eyes dart over at her face, with dark eyeliner applied by her crystal blue eyes. They drop to her soft, red lips as I watch them form into a cute, approachable smile. Though I can’t help but think of the things she could do with those lips, no matter how adorable they might be. She could work my cock like a set of math problems, and I know damn well how experienced she is when it comes to solving those; so I’m certain she could drain me as quickly as she solves math problems.
“Ah, h-hey,” I say, cracking a smile, “came right on time.”
“Mhm!” Katrina walks inside, slipping off her flip flops and passes by me to my desk as a faint smell of rotten eggs hits me square in the face.
As I place my right hand over my nose to discreetly fan away the slightest of smells, it brings me back to last night’s unfortunate gassings, one where I forgot my belongings inside the apartment gym. A strange noise made me panic and hide inside a gym locker as said noise maker was Katrina, who found a way to create even more noise—by continuously ripping ass without a care in the world. While I was still hidden in the locker, she heard me sneeze and tortured me for a minute before torturing the toilets, which I used to make a mad dash to my room before she saw me. Unfortunately, she also came up to my apartment to bring back my stuff from the gym before her stomach acted up again and had me pass out from her nuking my fucking toilet.
Yeah. She still had room to clog another toilet despite clogging all the ones in the gym.
Not to mention her response when I told her it took an hour to clean up everything, and I mean everything. Had to make sure I rid my bathroom of any source of shit, whether it be physical or by scent. Bits of poop all over the toilet, hitting places I would never glance at in my life, with streaks of brown all over the bowl. I gave her all the details on what her deadly ass did to my poor toilet; it for sure will never be the same again.
My hands shook when I saw her send me a string of laughing emoticons, followed by an audio message of a damp, moist, thirteen-second fart into the phone, reminding me who the toilet-clogging queen is.
Bitch…
Yet she’s inside my apartment once again. I sure hope she’s out of gas. She has to be, right? She’s used the toilet four times today, and yesterday was a fluke above all else. Nobody in their right mind should be able to shit like that several times a day. Let alone once!
I shut the door behind her. “You want anything to drink?”
“No, I’m good!” Katrina pulls over a wooden chair on the far side of my apartment to the desk. She rests her elbows on my desk and stares at my screen. “Oh, you paying for rent?”
“Uh, w-well, I tried.” I chuckle. “Credit card’s being a little feisty today; it is not working.”
“Jeez, what a bummer.” She grins at me. “That’s due in what, seven hours from now?”
“Yeah, yeah…” I sigh. “Freaking sucks, I swear to God.” I type in my credit card information again and attempt to submit, though greeted with the same, unsuccessful message as the other times. “See? It’s being ridiculous, I tell you.”
“Weeell…” Katrina walks up to me. “…I could, you know…” She giggles. “…fart on you.”
My heart drops. It hasn’t even been a minute since Katrina stepped foot in my apartment and she’s brought up the topic of farting again. A comment made by her yesterday of her farting on her roommates in exchange for rent payments plays back in my mind. I can already tell with her wicked grin she’s loaded with a copious amount of gas—and most likely shit—to last an entire year. Any hopes of her running on empty have vanished into the musky, thick air that is the residual stench of her backside.
“Nooo, nonononono.” I say, taking a step back, “I-I’d rather not, thank you.”
Katrina matches my step and clasps her hands behind her back, tilting her head up to mine. “Are you suuuuure? Are you really gonna risk your credit card working again over mine which definitely works? I paid my rent a few days ago and used it to buy some stuff online, so I know I’d be able to pay it. I assure you, I’ll pay your entire rent free of charge. It’ll be ten bucks per fart, sooo--”
“Ten bucks per fart?” My hands rush through my hair as I thrust my arms to my sides. “Are you kidding me!?”
“Nope!” Katrina giggles. “To give some context, I released around three hundred while in your bathroom yesterday, and that was in thirty minutes.”
“You were counting!?”
“I mean…” Katrina can’t help but laugh. “…just an estimate whenever I really have to go. It’s not the first time that’s happened before.” She walks back to my laptop. “Now, let’s see…two thousand, one hundred and eighty-three dollars. How about you do some easy math and figure out the small number of face farts you’ll receive if you say yes, hmm?”
“Aaah, uuuuum…so you take two thousand something, and you divide it by ten, and…a-a-and…uuuh…” I start shaking my head as it goes cold. “…n-n-no.”
“No, what?”
“T-Two hundred and eighteen, Katrina!? That’s absurd! How is that a small number?”
“Two hundred and nineteen. That extra three dollars rounds up to one extra fart.”
My head sulks in anguish. “Oh, God, no…”
“You know, that number usually hits a thousand. And given that I’m usually awake for sixteen hours of the day, we do something similar and get that I’m farting over sixty times an hour, or at least once a minute.”
I cock my eyebrows at Katrina. “O-O-Once…a m-minute?”
“Yeah, dude. Once a minute.” Katrina giggles.
“I-I, um…that ain’t gonna work.” I take a step towards my computer. “I’d rather just--”
“Nooo, please!” Katrina steps in front of me. “We’ll be done in a few hours. If you vomit or pass out, then I drop the amount I’ll pay for you back down to zero. I mean, there is a little bit of me that is worried since you did pass out last night…” Katrina giggles again. “…buuut I’ll make sure I’ve got better control over my bowels this time, okay? I promise!” She reaches out for my hand and beckons me with her pointer.
Her smile oozes sincerity. Her curves make real equations envious they aren’t as complex as her. I start thinking how I could manipulate the variables within me to make Katrina’s output as large as possible. Sink my hands into her breasts while I stick my dick in between her cheeks…the possibilities span the entire plane of real numbers in infinite dimensions. Nothing could stop me from ogling her soft, plump, sexy body. Not even zero dividing me.
“Uh, o-okay.” I reach out for her hand, but the moment I do she squeezes onto mine and swings her leg over our arms, using hers to thrust my head deep into her ass.
And her first fart of two hundred and nineteen begins.
BBBBBBBBBBBBLLLBBLBLLBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...
Immediately, Katrina’s ass greets me with the unholiest of smells, bringing me back to yesterday when she gassed me out on two separate yet scarring occasions. The scent of eggs pummels my nose in ways that do more damage to my orifices than standing next to a toxic sewage dump for an entire day. My head turns into the human form of a bobble head toy as the force of Katrina’s gas sends tremors I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.
That worst enemy right now is Katrina, who I’m absolutely certain would love every second of it.
...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBPBBPPBPTBTLLLPTBLPBTPPTTTPBLLBLPTPTPPTPBTBLBTLLTTTBPTBPPTPBLBTLLTBBTPLPBTPLTPLPTBPTTTTTTTTT!!!
“Ngaaaaah…” Katrina moans after the awful, twenty-second fart. I feel her clutch onto my hair as she pushes out more gas.
BBBRBRRRBBBRRBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOBBBTPBTPPPBPTTBPTPTBTPBTPTBPBTTTTTTT!!! PPPPPPPPLLPLPLPLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPLTLTLLTPLTLLPTTTPTLLPPLPTLPLLTPLTPLTPLPPPPPP!!! PPPRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT! PPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRBBRLLLLRBRRLBBRRRRBLLBRRRRRLRBRBLBRBBBBBBRLRLRRRLBRBLBBBBBBBBB!!!...
I keep on forgetting how much gas is in Katrina’s tank—an absurdly, ungodly amount of gas that would have me assuming she placed a bike pump directly into her asshole to maintain such fart capabilities. But not once have I ever seen one, nor has she ever taken a break to push more air into her body. No, Katrina has to be one of the gassiest people who has ever walked on this Earth. Given her time in the gym and my apartment yesterday, it should be easy for her to hit over two hundred farts, though I’m not sure if I’ll be able to survive.
...BBBBRRRRRRBBRBRRRRBRRRBRRBBPPPPRRPPPBRRPRPRPBBPBPRRRPPPRPRBRPPPPPP!!! PLPLLPLPPPPLLAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP! BBBBBBLLLBLBLLLBLBBLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPTLPTLLLTPLTTTTPPTLPTLLPLTPPPP!!!
“Oh, fuck,” Katrina says as she lets go of my head, “that was twenty more right there!”
My body begins to falter as I tip to the side, my head landing on the wall. “Uuugh…o-only twenty?”
“Yes, dude. Only twenty-one so far. Now get up so we can get to studying, okay?”
I shake my head, trying to keep myself awake in this nightmare. “F-F-Fine…” I prop my back onto the wall as I push myself up using my legs. Once I do stand up, I see Katrina patiently waiting for me at my desk, sitting in the right chair, bulbous booty and all. Before yesterday, I would feel quite envious of the chair, wishing I was the chair and she planted her ass directly onto my face. Or even better—my cock. Though things change. No longer will that chair smell normal after today and will be riddled with Katrina’s ass stink for as long as it exists. I know she hasn’t farted on it, yet no doubt once she gets one on there it will never be the same.
“Come sit down,” Katrina says, patting the chair next to her, “let’s get your rent paid for!”
“Okay, okay…” I walk over and sit down in the chair next to her. But once I do, Katrina grabs my head again and brings it down to her ass, pushing out another monstrous fart.
BBBBMBPMPPPBPMBMPBBMMPMBBPMLLPPLBMLPLLLPLMBPLTTTTLTBMPMPTBTBTTBLMBTTTTBPLLBTBMBBTBPLLLTMBPBBBMPBPTMLLBBTTTPLTBPLBTBBPMLBPLTBPLBBBTMPMTPLLPLBMPMLBPPLTBMLPBTPPBMLTPTTTTTT!!!
Katrina laughs at me as she tortures my ears with another one of her bassy, wet blasts to the face. “Fuck, I’m on fire today!” She places her left foot onto my side and continues her eggy onslaught.
PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRPPRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAABLBLTLLLLTBBBLTTTBLTBLTTTTBLTBLTTTT!!! PPRPRPPPRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTT! BBLLBLBLLBLBLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBPPPTPTTTTBPPPBPTBBPBBPTTTPBTBPTTTTBPBPTPBTBPBTTPBTPBPTTTTT!!!
I slam my hand on the desk. “Katrina, Katrina, let me--” I take the slightest inhale and gag over the stench, my nostrils flaring alongside it. “O-Oh my God!”
“Ah, jeez,” Katrina says, “sorry about that!” She lets me go as I place my hands over my mouth.
“Jesus Christ, Katrina. That was d-disgusting!”
Katrina giggles at my pain. “Disgusting? I’ve pushed out twenty-five farts on your face in the past few minutes and you haven’t thrown up yet. Usually my roommates hurl after just one.”
I look over at her with even more disgust. “Wh-What, really?”
“Yeah!” Katrina nods, her voice exuding excitement and pride. “One of my roommates decided it would be suuuper nice and throw out my breakfast because she knew ‘what eggs do to me.’ So I went to the store and restocked on eggs, and made sure to double up on my egg count and had an entire two dozen eggs to eat!”
“O-Oh, w-w-wooow…”
“After school, I saw her sitting on the couch talking to someone on the phone, and I knew it was my best chance. I grabbed her head, pulled her into my ass, and just let rip!” As if Katrina was reliving the moment, she once more brings my head down to her ass and—as she did to her roommate—rips major fucking ass on my face.
BBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLBLBBLBLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOO...
Her latest fart waves up and down, ranging from a low, wet hum to a high-pitched demonic shriek from her booty. The chair vibrates in agony beneath my head, which only amplifies the shaking. My legs tremble thinking I could accidentally let slip that I was downstairs in the gym yesterday. I’m witnessing first-hand what happens if one were to try and cross Katrina as I damn well know she’s letting loose for the fun of it, and not for the fun of anyone else.
...OOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRTPPTPPTTTPRPTRRPPPPPPP!!!
“Yeaaah,” Katrina says as she brings my head back up, “so my roommate got something like that and rushed to the bathroom to puke her brains out!” She laughs, reminiscing of her torturous toots. “Shouldn’t’ve tossed my eggs into the trash.”
I sheepishly nod, faking a smile. “Y-Y-Yeah. S-S-Suuuuure doooes.”
“Anyways, we should start studying or I’m just gonna fart the entire time. Maybe if you’re good enough I’ll just fart on you for an hour and make sure I can pay your rent.”
“A-An hour?”
“Yes, an hour. No biggie.”
“No biggie!?” What am I doing!? I shouldn’t have asked that; she’s gonna recall some heinous story where she farted a billion times. I gotta focus! “Ugh, let’s just get to the math stuff.” I pull out a three-page, fifteen-question PDF of this week’s homework assignment for a basic proofs class I’m taking. “It’s a review sheet my professor wants handed in for the upcoming midterm.”
“Lemme see…” Katrina scrolls through the assignment. “…ah, jeez. Your professor’s expecting a lot from you.” She scrolls back to the top of the file as her mouth curves into a frown. “Oh, he’s your professor? Shit, you didn’t get so lucky here.”
“Yeah, his section was the only one that fit with my schedule. There are thirty registered in the class but only six, seven ever show up. Those who can join in on other sections of the course. His notes are all over the place.”
“That’s what students told me in the summer when I was a TA for the class. Heard from others he’s on the verge of getting fired.”
“Others?”
“Other math department members.”
I chuckle. “God, I hope so.” I scroll to the third page, placing my cursor over question eleven. “I’ve finished the first ten questions already and checked them with some other students in the class.”
“The other handful of students who endure through your section?”
“Yeaaah…” I sigh.
“That’s good to hear.” Katrina smiles at me. “So, question eleven. Let’s see here…okay…proof by contradiction.”
“Yep. The prof’s putting this on the midterm despite only having covered the basics last class, and yet here we’ve got five questions on this shit. Dude’s trying to get us to fail.”
“Well…” Katrina places her hands onto mine. “…I’ll make sure you don’t fail the midterm, okay?”
I bite my lip as the warmth of Katrina’s hands sends blood rushing down to my penis. “Ah, s-sure thing, Katrina.”
“Okay.” Katrina places her hands back. “So what do you know about proof by contradiction?”
“Uh…” I grab my notebook and flip through the pages to my last lecture. “…y-yeah, it’s when given a statement, you assume that it is false, and show a contradiction through that.”
“Yeah, that’s right! For example, I could say, ‘I can’t fart in your face for more than twenty seconds.’ And then I’d have to prove by some method that it’s false, thus showing I actually can fart in your face for more than twenty seconds.”
“O-Oh, yeah…w-w-wait, wha--” I see Katrina place her phone on the desk, showing a stopwatch. Oooh nooooo.
“If you don’t mind,” Katrina stands over me and shoves my head into her ass, “I’d like to see if I can prove this statement wrong.”
I shake my head. “Mmmph!”
Katrina grips onto my hair. “You shook your head, thus you don’t mind. That’s great! Here’s a fart for you!”
BBBBBBBLBLLLBLBLBLBLBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...
Motherfucker, this bitch is having way too much fun toying with me right now. How did I not see her applying her gassy ass into the examples? I thought she’d say that the square root of two is irrational, or that any two odd numbers have an even product. Something normal. Something related to the topics at hand. Yet here she is, making sure I won’t be able to breathe normally until I graduate by using her farts as an example to help with studying.
I sure as hell hope she doesn’t come anywhere near me during the midterm.
...OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBPLBLLLPBPBPPPBLPBBBBLBLPPLPBLLLBLPLPLBLLBLPBLLLBLPBLPBPBLPLPPPPPPPPPP!!!
“Aaahn…” Katrina shakes her ass in my face. “…ah, that sucks! Nineteen point nine six seconds!”
Bull-fucking-shit, there was no way that was just under twenty. She’s probably lying just to fart on me.
“Hmmm,” Katrina says, “why don’t I try again?” She giggles.
I shake my head a second time, slamming my hands on the table. “Mmmmmppphhh!”
“I couldn’t hear you, so I’m gonna take that as a yes.” Katrina pushes my head to the back of the chair with her ass as she pummels out another fart onto my face.
PPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRPPPRPRPRPRRRAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...
I personally thought tutors are supposed to be kind, caring, and helpful. Being able to guide their students through problems they struggle with. Making sure their grades jump and help them succeed with whatever they feel like pursuing in the future.
But Katrina? Katrina is the opposite of a good tutor. She has been unkind to my nose, uncaring to my wants and needs, and for crying out loud, we haven’t even made any goddamn progress on the first fucking question! I haven’t even stated the eleventh question to her! It’s like all she came to my apartment to do was to fart on me and that’s it. No wonder her roommates didn’t invite her to her party. I sure as well would shun her away from my room for hours on end if all she did was stink up the place and clog every toilet on sight.
...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMPMMPMMMPMPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!
Katrina moans after another hopefully twenty-second fart. “Fuck! Nineteen point nine eight!” She cackles. Though I can’t see the stopwatch due to the large globes that are Katrina’s cheeks, her cackle doesn’t sound like someone disappointed for not hitting twenty seconds.
I bash my fists into the desk. “Mmmmmmm! Phmmmphmmmmm!”
“Come ooon. I’d like to see if it’s possible, okay?” While I think about running from all this, Katrina shoves my head back into her ass and continues farting.
PPPRRRRRROOOOOTTTTT! BBLBBLBLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAALALLALALAALAAAAAAALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPBBTBBBPTTBPTBBBBBBBBPTTTPBPBTPTBBPPPPTTPBPBTTTBBPTPTTTPTBPPTTTTBPTTTTPTPBTBPTTTPTBTPBTTPTTTPBTBTTTTTPBPTTTTTTT!!!
The images of Katrina’s satiated face last night in the gym—her rolled eyes, her drooling mouth, and her clenched arms come back to me like a horde of white-sheeted ghosts rising from the ground in the middle of a dark, damp graveyard with the moon shining over my face. Though the only moons striking my body are those belonging to the leader of the ghosts herself. She leaves my face shrouded in darkness with no way to view the outside world, a world I would gladly trade years of my life to view without witnessing the horrors coming out of Katrina’s wildly bombastic booty.
Katrina cackles as she adjusts her hand on the back of my head. “Nineteen point nine five…”
BBBBMMMPBMPBPPPPBMBMPBBMMBMBMPBBBBBBPPBMLLLBPBMLPMBPLMLLBLMBPMLMLMBMLLLPMBLPPBLMPPBMLMBBMLBLLBLMBMPBLMLLBLPBBPBPLLBMLBMMPBPLBMPLBMPLMPLPMLBMPLAAAAAAPPLPLLLLPPLPLPPP!!!
A banshee of large, wooden drums attacks me from every possible angle. The front of my face aches with my eyes praying for some relief and my nose losing hairs by the second. My ears whine from all the pressure Katrina’s put on my body. Pain sears through parts of my insides I never thought could feel such hurt. I try to block out the noise, the smell, the intense, ferocious winds, but the three of them combined make any sort of feat impossible.
Yet through all this, Katrina can only giggle. A dastardly, evil giggle only made by those knowing of the hell I’m deep within. “…nineteen point nine eight…”
PPPPPPPPPRRPRPRPRRRRRPRPRPRPPPRRRPPRPPRRRRRRRRRPPRRRPPPPPTTTTTPTPTTTPRTPPTTTPTPTTTPPTTPTRRTPTPTTTRPPRRTPRTPTPTTRRPTPRPRRTPPRRRRRRRRPTPTPTPRPPRTTPTTTTTPRTPTTTPRTPRRRTPTPTPRTPRTPTTTTT!!!
“…nineteen point nine nine--”
The amount of suck Katrina’s pushing me through makes me no longer want to be her bitch. Without any hesitation, I muster up the courage to push myself away from the chair and out of Katrina’s grasp, tumbling onto the floor. “What. The fuck. Was that!?”
“Dude, are you serious?” Katrina pouts at me. “I was totally hoping to show you how a proof by contradiction works!”
“No, Katrina--” I cough into my elbow, followed by a gag. “That is not in any way--” I gag again.
“But I was hoping to show you how it worked!” Katrina sways her hips. “Plus, it adds to the two hundred and nineteen farts you need for me to pay your rent. We’ve only just hit thirty-two.”
“Thirty-two!? Oh, hell no!” I stand up and take the computer, clicking back to the credit card input page to pay my rent. “Imma just hope that this works and--”
Katrina pushes me back to the ground. “Excuse me? What do you think you’re doing?”
“H-Hey! Was gonna pay the rent!”
“And then what?” Katrina stands over me with her hands on her hips. “You gonna ask me to leave?”
“H-Honestly…” I cough. “…n-n-no fucking shit I’d ask y-you to leave! It goddamn fucking reeks--” I gag.
“I see…” A wicked grin forms across Katrina’s face. “…I guess I’d better expedite the process of reaching two hundred and nineteen farts then.”
“Wha…n-n-no-nooo, no no no. P-P-Pleeeaaassssse--” But I see Katrina turn around and squat down onto my face, covering it with her massive, plump booty.
“God. I don’t really do this to those I tutor. Only those who reeeaaally disobey.” Katrina places her feet onto my thighs, forcing me in place. “And I was really hoping to help you ace your midterm too.”
I shake my head. “Mmmmmmmmmppppphhh!”
“Ugh…lemme just give you some farts.” Katrina bends forward as her ass covers my vision, though doing nothing to protect me from the violent windstorms seconds from hitting my face.
PPPPPPPPLLLPLPLRRRRRRRPLLLLRLPRLPLRPPPLRLPRPLRRLLPPLRLLLPRPLRRRRRPLRLPRLRLLLRPRPRPRPLPRRRRRPLRPRPRPRPPRLPRLPPLRRRR...
Katrina’s a fucking monster.
I don’t know what her problem is, but I sure as hell know her main motivation isn’t to tutor me. Her reaction to me trying to pay for my rent proves everything—if she really, and I mean really wanted to help me with the upcoming midterm, then she would’ve never tried to stop me from paying my rent. Yet she decided to do so. And not only decided to do so, but has forced down several upon several farts down my nose and mouth to the point where I no longer can remember what regular, untainted air smells like.
That’s a damn contradiction if I’ve ever seen one.
...RRRRRRRRRPLLLRPRPRPPPPLLLRPLRRPRPRPRRLLPRPLRPRLLRLPRLRRRLLPRLRRRLRPLPRLPRRRPRPLRLPRLRRRLRRPLRLRRLPRPRPRPRPPPPPPPPP!!! PPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!! BBBLLBLLTLTLBTTTTT! BBBLLLLBLLLAAAAAAATTTTTTT! PPPBRBRBBRPRRRBRPPPBRRRBPRBRRRPRBPRRRPBRPBRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPBPBPTTTTPBBBTBTBTTPPPTBPTPBTPTPBTTTTTPBPBBTTBPPBTPTPTBPTTTTTTTTT!!!...
This bitch’s ass isn’t stopping once for a break, making sure that after one fart, another follows immediately after. Time passes by ever so slowly as her wide assortment of thunderous ass blasts pelts me with the most blazing, unsavory smell. All I can breathe in are Katrina’s rotten egg farts that do a better job at choking me than I could ever attempt to do myself. She scorches my insides with her unrelenting, fetid gas that could wilt fauna and clear out entire forests, turning them into barren wastelands. I sure as hell hope she never walks by a tree.
...PPPPPPPPLLPPLLPLLAAAAAAALLLAAAAAAALLLLLAAAAALLLLLLAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOBBBBPPPBPBBPBBPBPBPBPBPBPBBPPPPBPPPPP!!! BBBBBBBBBRRRRRBRBBRRBRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPTTPPTPTPBRPRTPBTPBTRRPBTPTTRRTRTBPTRBPTRPBTTTTTTTTT!!! PPPPRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOPPPPPPP! PPPPOOOOOOOOOORRRTRTTRTRTTTTTT! BBBLBLBLBLLBBLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPLTLTPLLLTLPTTTTPLLPLTTTTPLPTPLTTTLTLTPTTTTTTPLLLTLPTLPTLPTPPLLLTLTTLLLPTPTPLLPTLPTTPTPTTTLPTLTTTTTTTTTTT!!!
“Ngaaaf…” Katrina removes her ass from my face. “…now, are you ready to continue studying? Or should I sit down on your face again and continue farting?”
“P-P-Please…” I wipe my eyes. “…l-let’s just s-study, o-o-okay?”
“Good.” Katrina sits back down at the desk. “Come on, those questions aren’t gonna solve themselves! Only one hundred and forty-four more farts to go!”
PART 2
“Yeah, yeah…” I pick myself up, sitting down next to her. “N-Now, where were we?” As I go over to open the assignment, my mind plays back her latest barrage of farts to the face, how she would only do such a thing to those who disobeyed her. Has Katrina farted on other students she’s tutored? How has this never reached the news? Like, not a single person spoke up about the war crimes Katrina’s committed not just on me, but other poor, unwilling pupils as well!? Somebody better stop her before she finds out how to clog the entire planet!
Gosh, I’m getting ahead of myself here. I shake my head as I read the first question. “Question eleven…for sets A and B, the intersection of A and B minus A is empty.” My head rests against the back of my chair. “Fucking hell, sets? Really?”
“Ah…yeah, this one isn’t too bad.”
“Wait, isn’t too bad? All I know is I’m supposed to assume that it isn’t empty, but where do I go from there?”
“Have you thought about what it means for a set to be nonempty?”
“Uh…” My head wanders to the definition of a set. The definition of emptiness. The definition of an empty set. “…what does it mean for a set to be nonempty? An empty set has zero elements, so if it’s not an empty set, theeennn…hmmm…o-oh yeah! A nonempty set contains at least one element.” I grab my notebook and start writing my proof down. “Thus there exists some x such that it’s an element of the intersection of A and B minus A. Thus x is in A, and x is in B minus A. Thus…thus…” I hurriedly tap my pencil onto my notebook. “…thuuus…shit. I forgot how to break down the B minus A.”
Katrina places her hands onto my notebook and points at the last “B minus A” written down. “Think of it as x in B and x not in A.”
“Oh, th-thanks!” I continue writing. “Thus x is in A, x is in B, and x is not in A…wait a second!” I circle the “x is in A” and “x is not in A.” “There’s the contradiction—you can’t have an element both in A and not in A! Therefore the intersection between the two sets is empty!” I draw a square next to my completed proof.
“Wow, fantastic work!” Katrina smiles at me. “You were able to get through the question with minimal help from me!”
“Y-Yeah, I’m really glad--” But Katrina grabs my head and places it by her ass again, forcing my eyes to gaze at her hungry, hungry booty, which is ready to eat my face up and spit out even more rancid gas. “Wh-Wh-Why!?”
“Well…you did ask for help. And every time you ask for help, I’m gonna fart on your face.”
“H-Hey! That wasn’t part of the plan!”
“Do you want me to help you or no?”
“I mean, obviously yes, but--” But Katrina doesn’t listen and forces my head into her ass.
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Seconds have never felt longer in my life. Every inhale I take when Katrina presses my head deep into her toxic rear slows down time to the point where I’ll never have to worry about being late for anything ever again. The unfathomably bubbly noise coming out of Katrina’s bubbly booty causes more brain damage than ramming into a concrete wall. A blistering headache sears down to my shoulders as I struggle to breathe in these miasmic winds.
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“Oooh, fuuuuuck,” Katrina says as she rubs her ass against the chair, “that felt sooooooo goooood!” She laughs, bringing my head back up. “How’d that feel?”
My eyes water from the stench. “God, Katrina! I-I shouldn’t be punished for asking for help!”
“That’s how it goes when I’m in charge. And if I feel like farting on you for needing assistance, then that’s what I’m gonna do, okay?” Katrina smirks. “Oookaaaaayyy?”
There’s no use trying to rationalize with this witch. “Yeees, yeees, I understand.” If I knew this was the kind of trouble I’d land myself into, I would’ve never accepted Katrina’s deal to help me with the midterm. Surfing the internet for answers to help me with these problems would’ve been much more rewarding, especially on my nose. I bet people all across the globe have solved these questions thousands of times over again to the point where at least one person would’ve gone online to ask how to solve it. Or at least get some hint on how to do it.
Yet I decided—despite witnessing the horrors down in the gym last night—it was a good idea for Katrina to tutor me for the upcoming midterm. What in the ever-loving fuck was I thinking!?
“Great!” Katrina says clasping her hands, “now, let’s start with question twelve.”
Regardless, I push on. “Question twelve…for every positive rational x, there exists a smaller positive rational y.” I nod. “Okay…let’s see here. So we first assume that’s false, thus no such positive rational y smaller than x exists, thus x is the smallest positive rational number.” I twirl my pen in the air. “Um…uh…n-now…”
“Do you…need help?” Katrina giggles.
“I-I-I’m good, th-th-thanks anyways!” I know the consequences of having her help me. But how the hell do I prove that x being the smallest positive rational number is false? I guide my pencil through what I’ve written so far, trying to figure out if I can find some way to coax a smaller positive rational to come out. I can’t subtract to it, since I could possibly get a negative number. Can’t really write “subtract the smallest rational number so that the result is greater than 0,” it just doesn’t make sense to do that; the professor would definitely dock marks off such flimsy reasoning. Multiplying’s out of the question, it’ll just make the number bigger.
And then it hits me. “Oh, wait--”
Katrina points at the end of my proof so far. “What if you were to divide it?”
Nooooo. Nooooooo! That was what I had in mind, and that fucking bitch inserted herself without me asking for help! “O-Oh, yeah, that’s what I was thinking!” She said that on purpose! Bitch! Stupid, fucking, bitch! “x divided by 2’s also a positive rational number, which is smaller than x, which gives us the contradiction! Therefore no such smallest positive rational number exists!” Once again, I draw a square next to my completed proof.
“Fantastic!” Katrina smiles as I see her hand reach out to my head, where I make sure to stand up before she does anything sinister.
“Nuh-uh!” I wave my hands in front of her. “What the hell were you gonna do?”
“I was just gonna fart on you, since, you know…” Katrina stands up. “…you needed assistance.”
“Oooh, no!” I wiggle my pointer finger. “I did not ask for your help, okay?”
“Well…” Without warning, Katrina blows a twelve-second belch into my face, which in turn blows me onto the side of my bed. “…III’m stiiill gooonnaaa faaaaart ooon yooooouuu.” She climbs out of her chair and adjusts me so that my back’s against my bed with her standing above my helpless, defeated body.
“H-Hey, stop this!”
Katrina bends down and burps a few more times in my face, each one forcing a gag out of me. “You knooow I don’t liiike iiiiit wheeen yooouuu tryyy and ruuuuun.” She turns around and forces my face deep into her butt. “I thiiink I’m gonna faaart eeeven mooooooooore!” With a massive ten-second belch I can feel under her ass, she starts releasing gas onto my face.
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An assortment of farts barrages, me ranging over all sorts of tones I immediately lose track of how many she’s pushed out. As her ass engulfs all the light entering my eyes, my heart races as I cling on to whatever I may have left before I pass out a second time from Katrina’s booty blasts. These wretched farts push me to extremes I never imagined in my life while also pushing out any oxygen out of my system, replacing it with the deadly ass gas Katrina’s supplying me with.
Like, I know she explained yesterday her gas tank is practically full all times of the day, but my head is still trying to wrap itself around the fact something like this is actually happening. Continuous, roaring farts and burps without a break to stop. As one fart ends, she’ll start another one up as if she had it loaded the entire time. The thousand farts a day she mentioned before our session is starting to become a little more understandable as time goes on. If only it could move any faster whenever my head’s stuck in her ass.
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“Jesus, fuck,” Katrina says, “here comes another one!” She grabs onto my head, forcing it harder than she has all day while her cheeks squeeze my head like a trash compactor.
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There is something completely wrong with this woman.
I don’t know how many times I try and repeat this to myself, but the amount of gas she’s pushed out should not be possible. Not just for her, but for anyone. Nobody on planet Earth should have the ability to fart up a storm as much as Katrina is right now. And from both ends!? Nonstop!? I’m still having a hard time believing that such a woman exists. Especially one like Katrina.
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Katrina moans after her largest fart yet. “Haaaaahn…” She removes herself off me, bending over my desk as she accentuates the shape of her ass. I can see a tad wet spot on her pajama bottoms where her pussy is. I know damn well she’s over the moon farting on me continuously like this, but to such an extent where it’s turning you on!?
I never thought of it that way, but it makes sense.
“Oookaaaaayyy--” Though as Katrina tries to speak, she involuntarily lets out another unbearably wet fart.
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Katrina’s right hand rushes to her ass. “Oh…oh fuck.” She heads over to the bathroom while simultaneously removing her pajama bottoms.
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“Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, fuck,” Katrina says with worry echoing throughout the apartment, “oh, God, I gotta shit!” With a swift kick of her bottoms, Katrina enters the bathroom and closes the door.
The farts and smell are currently an afterthought as I play back the view of her naked, sexy booty. Katrina showing me such a treasure worth more than a chest filled with gold and jewelry has my lips dry up. It still looks just as plump and big as it did when she had her bottoms on, but now I just want to shove my face deep inside her ass as she--
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“Oooh, fuuuuuck,” Katrina says inside the bathroom, “I’m sooo sorry for this again.” She moans as more farts and shit escape her ass.
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“Oh fuck” is right. I totally forgot how much of a monster Katrina is when it comes to clogging toilets. The image of what she did to it last night has been scorched into my brain in such a way forgetting it would require surgery to cut off the part of the brain containing the memory. Turds upon turds upon turds piled up to the brim of the toilet seat, shit falling onto the floor…Katrina’s horrid rear mauls my toilet with such ferocity I’ll need to buy a second shovel to clean everything up. Though it might be better to buy a new toilet all together knowing the smell of Katrina’s ass will most likely never wash off given how the smell took me out.
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Katrina whimpers. “Duuude, I’m sooooo sorrrrryyyyyyy! I swear I was on the toilet for an hour before coming here and I thought I got everything out.” I shake my head—what an absurd comment. Katrina could be on the toilet for the entire day and still somehow need to shit; an hour ain’t cutting it for her.
If only she decided to cut her shit out…literally.
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“Ngaaah, God, fuck!” Katrina moans again. “Oooh, fuuuuuck!” Quiet rubbing noises come from inside. “Nnnf…th-this is the fifth toilet I’ve clogged t-today. Ngoooooh--”
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Despite the nonstop gassing, the moment I inhale, I notice something very peculiar—I’m no longer gagging, as if I’ve become one with Katrina’s gas. An unexplainable feeling of somehow wanting her to fart on me soars through my body. A desire to see her topple my toilet with another mountain of shit. Maybe it’s because Katrina’s got the best booty I’ve ever seen, or how nobody can fart like her, or…
I notice my right hand is resting on Katrina’s bottoms. The soft, fluffy fabric has me pick it up, slowly bringing it to my face. This has been attached to Katrina’s fat butt for what I assume is the entire day; I can only imagine the number of farts she stained with it. How stretched the fabric has become from the days latched onto her massive rear. The residual heat coming off them warms my body as I take in a deep inhale. With my left hand, I place it into my pants as I start jerking it over the sounds of Katrina’s ass and gas.
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“Oh man, oh man,” Katrina says out of breath, “you still alive out there?”
“A-Ah, y-y-yeah,” I say, placing Katrina’s bottoms onto my face with my right hand, filling my nose with the scent of sweat and shit, “d-doing okay!”
“G-Great! Haaahn…” Katrina continues her farting and shitting rampage.
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With each bomb she lays onto the toilet, my cock edges ever so closer to climaxing, yet I restrain myself from making a mess so she doesn’t come out more disgusted than the disgusting pile of shit she’s creating right now. The sweet, disgusting pile of shit growing by the second to choke the toilet until it can no longer breathe, a pile of such a size an army of plungers will break and fall from its mighty power. Katrina’s using her demonic bowels to unleash something no human could ever comprehend, only witness and cover their mouth in awe.
Or puke. Their hands would require washing afterwards.
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“Oooh my Goooood,” Katrina says as she forces out a wicked laugh, “I’m gonna stop for now so we can get back to studying. Holy shit, it’s just as bad as last night!”
The moment she says the words “last night,” my hands turn cold, my grip loosening on my cock. “L-L-Last night?”
The sounds of Katrina pulling and ripping toilet paper seep out of the bathroom. “I mean, I did have to stand up again. That’s usually the case for one of my daily dumps, and that happened this morning! Aaand…” She chuckles.
“What do you mean, and?”
“Weeeeell…” Katrina chuckles again. “…it did happen twice before I came here.”
“Twice!?” I shake my head as a bead of sweat from my forehead drips to the floor. Jesus fuck, this woman truly is something.
“Yeah, after I talked with you on the phone, I was on the toilet for another forty minutes. Stunk up the entire apartment with that one!”
“H-How’d your roommates fare?”
“I meeeaaan…” Katrina giggles. “…it did give them another reason to not invite me to their party. They still had the windows open when I left for your room!” The sink runs for twenty seconds before it turns off. “Anyways, you mind passing me my bottoms?”
“I-I, uh…yeah, sure thing!” I pull up my sweats and underwear and turn away from the bathroom door, holding her bottoms at around waist height. “I’m not looking!”
“Thanks!” Katrina opens the door and snatches her bottoms from my hand, the sound of the fabric sliding back up her legs. “Okay, you can look now.”
“F-Fantastic--” To my surprise, Katrina’s ass faces right at me as she shoves my face deep inside it for the umpteenth time, letting loose a post-dump fart.
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Katrina fills my nose with a hot, eggy, shitty stench, bringing the heat back into my hands. My fingers dance at the opportunity of getting quite the handful of booty, which Katrina has enough to serve an entire family and then some. Not that I had any plans of sharing her gassy ass with anyone. I would let her serve me a plate of her fat, lengthy farts every day for the rest of my life and I’d never get bored.
Katrina laughs as she lets go of my head. “Oookaaaaay.” She sits back down at the desk. “Given my count, we’ve only got seventy-five more farts to go!”
I smile for the first time since she arrived at my apartment. “O-Oh, thank God!” I rush back to the table. “Let’s tackle question thirteen.” I hover my cursor over the thirteenth question. “For two positive real numbers a and b, their sum is greater than or equal to two times the square root of their product.” This shouldn’t be hard, right?
Right?
I take another quick peak at Katrina and scan her body from top to her perfect round bottom. I can’t help it. I can’t shake that feeling of wanting her to fart on me off. Something, somehow is telling me I need my face deep inside her crack immediately, but I know that would be wrong of me. I just had my face in her ass a minute ago, and here I am asking for more!? How greedy can a man be? I can’t allow for such perverted thoughts to ruin my relationship with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.
Or can I? “H-Hey, um, Katrina. About this question.”
Katrina brings her head closer to mine. “Yes?”
“H-How would I begin again? Something about assuming by contradiction here, but it’s just slipping my mind honestly.”
“Yeah!” Katrina’s already grinning. “So you gotta remember when assuming by contradiction for a statement that tries to cover every case, you need to show that trying to find one that doesn’t work will lead to a contradiction.”
“S-So, uh…assume there exist positive real numbers a and b such that the inequality doesn’t hold?”
“That’s correct!”
“Okay, so assume the sum is less than two times the square root of their product. And, and…shit!” A smile forms across my face before I supress it, not wanting Katrina to see. “So, um, now w-we do…” I shake my head again. “…Katrina? What’s a real number?”
“You don’t know?” Katrina gives me a stern look. Shit, is she onto me? I need to play this cool.
“I-I mean…I’ve heard the prof talk about it; i-it’s just not ringing a bell right now.”
“So you know what a rational number is, right?”
“No, I--” I fake a cough—I do know what a rational number is; we used it in the previous question! I say anything about not knowing what a rational number is and Katrina will catch me in a lie for sure! So much for playing this cool, but I gotta push through! “A rational number is a number you can express as a fraction of two integers, right?”
“You’re forgetting one thing!”
“O-Oh, yeah. The denominator can’t be zero.”
“Yep! And do you know what an irrational number is?”
“N-Not…a rational number?”
“Aaand?” Katrina smirks.
“I-If a rational number can be expressed as a fraction of two integers…w-with a nonzero denominator, then an irrational number…can’t?”
“That’s right! Now…take the union of the set of rational numbers and the set of irrational numbers. What does that give you?”
“Oh!” I feign shock. “Th-That must be the set of real numbers!”
“Correct!”
“Great. Let’s continue with the…” I pause to “scan” the question again. What else can I ask about to make her really want to fart on my face? “…K-Katrina? What do I do from here? That square root function looks nasty.”
Katrina points at my current inequality in my notebook. “How do you think you could remove the inequality while keeping both sides the same?”
“Ah, that’s right!” I square both sides, leaving me with an expanded equation on the left, and four times the product of a and b on the right. “This shouldn’t be that hard now.” I subtract the term on the right-hand side on both sides, leaving me with an equation I factor into a minus b squared, which is less than zero. At this point, the proof’s complete, but lemme try and wring Katrina out for as much as she’s worth. “Less than zero?” I bring my head a few inches towards my notebook. “That’s, uh…Katrina, sorry. I’m having a bit of brain fog right now. You know what to do here?”
“What do you know about squaring a number?”
“You multiply it by itself, right?”
“Oh, yes, but…” Katrina exhales deeply through her nose. “…I was thinking of something else. What’s the smallest number you can get after squaring it?”
“Uh…” I scratch my head. “…z-zero, right?”
“Yep! Now what can you say about the inequality you’ve got here?”
Great. Time to pretend to figure it out through her help. I place my pencil under my latest line in the proof, swinging it back and forth. “Nah, that can’t be right. You can’t square a real number and get a negative number from it!”
“And?”
“That’s the contradiction! Therefore the original inequality holds for all positive real numbers a and b.” For the third time, a square after the proof.
“Congrats!” Katrina places her hands on my shoulders. “Now, as per usual--”
But I scurry back to my bed as I raise my hands in front of my face. “N-N-No, Katrina. I-I-I’d rather n-not, thank you v-very much.”
“Nuh-uh, mister.” Katrina pushes me onto the bed as she brings her head inches from mine. “Yooooouuu knooow the ruuuuulllesss.” Aaand she’s burping again. Fantastic.
“H-Hey, stop this!” I try “fighting” back, but I allow her to force me to lie down on my bed. “P-Please, just one time.”
“Oh no, I’d rather…” Katrina looks behind her and pulls up her shorts before facing me. “…on second thought—if you don’t mind—I’d like to take a quick break from studying right now.” Katrina bends forward, resting her hands onto my arms. “Can I tell you something private? I need you to keep this a secret.” She giggles. “Like, don’t tell anybody. Or else.” She burp talks in my face. “Ooooor eeeeeeelllssssse.”
I wince as I turn my head to the side. “Okay, okay!”
“Good. Now…” Katrina squeezes my arms. “…you might not believe this, but…” She giggles again. “…I really like farting.”
“Seriously!?” I cock my eyebrows at her. “No fucking shit, you do!”
“Nooo, that’s not what I mean!” Katrina pouts. “I really, reeeaaally like farting. Like…” She whispers into my ear. “…fucking. Love. Farting.” She sits back up as she giggles to herself, her voice turning a bit sultry. “You know how I ate a carton of eggs to gas out my friend? That’s what I usually eat in a day to make sure I’m ripping ass like crazy aaaaall the time.”
“Wait, w-wasn’t it two cartons of eggs?”
“Oh, you remembered? I totally forgot!” Katrina laughs.
I play into her delusions, yet her admission of eating such portions daily only hardens my member below. “Wh-Wha…th-th-that’s absurd!”
Katrina begins to rub her ass onto my torso. “And every day, I just think about how I can tease others with my unrelenting gas. I just love how I can fart a thousand times a day. A thousand massive farts that stink up the place. My house, my apartment…your apartment.” She can’t help but laugh. “Gosh, I could get my house to reek of my farts in a few minutes. That eggy smell is to die for.
“Every night, I sometimes lie in bed farting just because I love the tingling feeling I get from doing it. And then I wake up and spend the day seeing how many toilets I can clog and how many times I can get my roommates to throw up or pass out.”
My eyes widen at her statement. “W-W-Wait--”
“Yes.” Katrina laughs. “I did feel bad nuking your toilet last night, and like, just now, but I won’t lie—those were some of my best shits I’ve ever taken. I’ve never seen such a huge pile of crap in my life. I super clogged your toilet! Nnnf…” She adjusts her pajama bottoms again as I get glimpse of a now larger wet spot by her pussy, and I can tell none of it came from me. She’s gone overboard with pleasure where the thought of using me as some human fart cushion will have her going at it for as long as she finds herself on the toilet. “…it’s all I’ve been thinking about the entiiire daaay.”
“N-N-No, K-Katrina, th-this is all wr-wr-wrong!”
“Wrong, you say? How about another proof by contradiction? The statement I wanna prove is that…” Katrina walks her right hand over my chest. “…you, like, my, farts.” She playfully kicks my chin with her pointer. “So…you wanna prove me wrong?”
PART 3
“Y-Yes! Your farts are disgusting! They make me--” I pretend to gag over the lingering stench. “Mother fucker!”
Katrina chuckles at my demise. “Now…do you remember how to solve a proof by contradiction? We’ve already done three of them.”
“Obviously! B-But just…” I weakly bring my arms towards her body in an “attempt” to free myself from her gassy grasp, which she swats back down with ease. “…h-hey!”
“Nuh-uh, mister. I am not letting you go.” Katrina plants her palms onto my chest. “Sooo…first, we gotta assume by contradiction that you don’t like my farts, and that you think my farts are suuuper disgusting; you can’t stand the smell of my farts. Thus, your body must be reacting in such a way where all you’re doing is trying to resist my gas.”
“No fucking--” I force out a set of coughs. “Jesus, fuck, Katrina!”
“See? You’re coughing. That shows your body is reacting to the smell. In a good way, of course.” Katrina wickedly giggles. “So I’d assume with such a red face and heated body that it’s just becoming too hot for you to handle, hm? If you don’t mind me…I reeeaaally gotta make sure aaall of you is trying to resist my farts.” She scoots back and grabs onto the top of my sweats.
“H-Hey! What are you--” But before I get a chance to keep my sweats on, Katrina yanks them down to my ankles, revealing my member. One standing upright and ready for action. “O-Oh, f-f-fuck…”
“Mmm…so you do like my farts! There’s the contradiction! Q! E! D!” Katrina glides her hands around my thighs. “I’m so glad!”
“Katrina, K-Katrina, p-please don’t--” But she doesn’t listen and starts stroking my cock. “Uuuaaaaah…f-f-fuuuck, meeeee…” Immediately, I find out how much softer Katrina’s hands are than mine, and despite how she’s treated me for who knows how long, her hands gently graze up and down my shaft. The immense amount of pleasure rushing through me is more powerful than masturbating myself, whether it be with my own hand or with a soft fabric. Katrina’s got them all beat and she’s only had her hand on my cock for a few seconds.
Katrina giggles as she lowers her head to “mine,” staring at it intently with her ass sticking up in the air. “My goodness, you’re leaking tons already. We definitely can’t continue studying if you’re this hard!”
“N-No, Katrina, w-w-we definitely--” But Katrina decides to interrupt me with a silencer that impales my eardrums.
BBBBLBLLLBLBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPBPBPPMTBMPMMMPTBPPPTTBBMPMPBBBMMPTBMTBPPTTTTTT!!!
Katrina moans after her latest fart, continuing to pleasure my penis. “Listen to your tutor, okay?”
I squeeze my toes as a wave of ecstasy runs down my body. “Ah, haaahn…Katrina, th-this is too much.”
“Too much? What are you thinking of right now?”
“Oh God, oh God…” I bite my lip. “…I-I-I can’t say.”
“Come ooon, I’m your tutor. And your tootor!” Katrina chuckles as she leans her ass to one side and pushes out a set of bubblers.
BBBBBLBLBLLLLOOOOOOOOPPPPRPRRPRPPRPPP! PPPPPOOOOOOOOBBBBBLBTLLLTLBTLBLLBLTTTBLTLTTT! PPPPPLLPPLPLPPLPLLLLLLAAAAAAAABBBBPBPBPPPBTBTBBTBPTBPPBTTPPBTPBBPTBTPTTTTTT!!!
Each fart of hers pushes my member closer and closer to release as she continues to tease me with her farts. She knows I like them. I know she likes them. She knows I know she likes them. For her to stroke my cock in such a way is a gift I could never return.
“I’m just gonna continue farting if you don’t tell me,” Katrina says, “so you’d better do so or I won’t stop what I’m doing right now.”
I chuckle at her demand. “Okay, o-okay! I-It’s…it’s…y-y-you. Oooh, Goooood, fuuuuuuuck…”
My response has Katrina giggling again. “Nice, niiice. I thought you liked me, especially given how many times you peeped at my ass whenever we hung out.”
“Y-You saw?”
“You think a woman isn’t aware of her surroundings? God, it was like daggers at my butt the entire time. You peeping at me before class, during class, after class…I’m almost certain you were staring more at my ass than my face!” Katrina sits back down on me and rips a fart onto my legs.
BBBBBBBRRBRBRRRRBRRRBRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPBBTBPTTTTPTBPPTTTPBTPBBTPBTPBTTPPBPBTTTPBTPTPBTPTPBTTPBTPTTBBPPTBPTPTTPBTPBTTTPTPBTTTPTBBTTTTPTBPTTTPBTPTPTPBTPBTPTTTPTBPTPTTTTT!!!
“Mmmnf…I could feel you twitching,” Katrina says with her usual wicked grin, “I bet you’d like to hear about my gassy escapades, wouldn’t you?”
I nod. To hear more about all those times Katrina used her gassy ass to get what she wants? What more could I ask for? “Y-Yes, please!”
Katrina licks her lips. “Great. So about my brother. You know my brother, right?” She bites her lip and farts again.
BBBBBLBBLBLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMPPMBTMPTPPPTBMPBTTTTPMBBBBPTMPPPTBMBBTMPTBMPPPTBMBBPMBTMMMPTTTTBPMTMPMBPTBPBTTBPMBTMPTTTT!!! PPPPPPPPPPPLPLPLLLLLLLLLLPLPLLPLLLLLLLPLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRBBBBRBPRBPPPRBPRBPBBBPRBPRRPBRTTTTBPTRBRTRTRTBPBPRTBPRTBPPBRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!
Two farts in a row. Two massive farts in a row, and she’s still going at my dick as if she didn’t just shake the bed with her gas. Eyes fixated on me, knowing full well I’m enjoying this just as much as she is. And I can tell with her seductive grin she has tons more stored up waiting to be pushed out.
“Oh, God, yes,” Katrina says, “so my brother. He’s an annoying brat sometimes, makes me wonder how I’m younger than him but I’ve got my life together more than he does.”
“O-Oh, r-really?”
“When I’m back home with my family, and I see him slacking around, I usually just fart on his face for some odd minutes and watch him rush to the bathroom to throw up. This is like a daily thing, you know? Like, I thought he liked my farts too, turns out he’s just lazy.”
I imagine the pain and suffering Katrina’s brother must’ve gone through whenever she’s at home with him. But for her to just fart on him for the love of the sport? God, that really gets me going. Turning me an ugly, swampy green with envy for someone I don’t know, nor have I ever met. “Aaahn, haaah…I-I’d be a m-much better brother than he’d e-eeever be.”
“Oooh, you definitely are. You’re already so much more fun to toy with. And you love my farts, too.” Katrina arches forward as she gazes into my eyes, pushing out another two farts onto my body.
BBBBBRBRBRBRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP! BBLBLBLLLOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMBMBMMBPMBPPPMBMBBBBBPPMBPBBBMMBPBBBPBPBPMBMBMMPBPBBPPBMPBBBMMBMPBPBPPPPPBBBMMMBPBMPMBPPPBPMBPMBPBPMBMPBMPBBMMBMPBMPPPPPPPP!!!
“Jesus, fuck, dude,” Katrina says as she giggles right after, “I talk about my brother for thirty seconds and I can feel you’re on the verge of exploding all over.”
I nod. Who wouldn’t be after hearing such a tiny blip? “O-Oh, y-y-yes, Katrina.”
“Well, would you wanna hear about the time where I sat on his face for an entire hour because he got fired from his job?”
“A-An hour?” I immediately nod, fantasizing being under Katrina’s ass for such a period of time. “Y-Yes, pleaaassse!”
“I thought so. So…years ago, he was harassing a bunch of female coworkers my age, making pervy comments left, right, and center. When I found out about this, I pushed him onto his bed and let him have it. He spent the entire rest of the day in the bathroom throwing up, and never hit on another woman like that ever again. I was like…” And Katrina starts letting loose as she describes what she said to her brother that fateful day.
BBBLBLLBLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPTPTTTPTPPPTPTTPPPTPTTTPTPTPPTTTTPTPPPTTPTPPPTPTPTPTPTPTPTTTPTPTTTTTTTTTT!!!
“…that’s what you get for making unwanted hand gestures!”
PPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBLLPBPLLPLPBPBPLBLBPLLPBLBLLBPLBPBLLLPBPBPPPBPBPBLLLPBPBPPLBPLLBPBPPPPPPP!!!
“And that’s what you deserve for creeping out the girls during their lunch break!”
BBBBRRRBRBRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPP! BBBBRRRRRRRRRUUUUUMMMMMMMPPPPPPPTMMPTPPMTMPPMPMTMPPMPTPMTTMMMPTPTPPTMPTTTTTTTTTT!!!
“And here’s what you’ll get…”
PPPLLLPLPLPLLLLOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP!
“…all…”
BBBBRBRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT!
“…day…”
BBBBLBLLBLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAMMPMMPTMPPPPMPPTTTT!!!
“…looooong!” Katrina’s talking turns into a nine-second belch as she follows it with an equally long fart.
PPPPPPPPRRPPRPRRRRRROOOOOOOORRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPTPTPTTTPTPTPTTTTTTTTTTPTPTTPTTTTT!!!
“Gosh, and I was just like that the entire time. I didn’t give him a break to breathe oxygen. Only methane, sulfur, and all the other chemicals my gas is made of. I forced him to sniff each one of my farts. Must’ve given him permanent brain damage from--”
I shut my eyes and let out a feral scream as I feel my climax approaching. Katrina painted such a vivid picture of her farting on her brother, pushing me to the point of no return. “K-K-Katrina, oh my God, oh m-my God. G-Gimme a--” But the only thing Katrina gives me is more and more pleasure as I feel the tip of my head explode, ropes of cum shooting out of my cock and landing on my abdomen. My scream dies down while my hips buckle from the pleasure. “O-Oh my gosh, oh my gosh…”
Katrina lowers herself as she twirls her tongue around my member, grinning while staring deep into my soul. “Mmm…seems like my little student had too much fun.”
“Uh-huh…” Flashbacks of last night’s perv session in the gym rush through my mind and intersect with Katrina’s story of her delinquent brother. I look up and down Katrina’s tight, sexy body, with my eyes landing onto her hot thighs. And behind them, her deadly, punishing booty. I need her to punish me more. I froth at the mouth thinking of her fart count reaching a thousand, watching her rip each and every one. With her mouth still teasing my cock, I make the ballsiest move I’ll ever make in my life. “Katrina, I-I need you to keep a secret. O-Okay?”
Katrina smirks at me. “Hm…I’m really good with secrets.”
“G-Good, so, uh…” I feel Katrina sit up and resume stroking my member. “…w-w-wait, Katrina, I-I just came!”
“Oh, no. I’m having way too much fun watching you squirm! Come on, tell me your secret while I push you over the edge!” Katrina laughs at my demise.
“Ahn, G-God…s-so, uh…ever since I met you, I-I always had this crush on you, you know?”
“Mhm?”
“E-Every time we had class together a-and I was back in my room, I-I’d jerk off for an hour w-wishing I was pounding your f-f-fat ass. Have you b-bent over on my bed as I r-r-ram my cock into you. Or m-maybe…l-l-let you sit on my f-face while I get a good handful of booty meat.”
Katrina giggles. “Gosh, that’s not much of a secret, hm?”
“N-N-No, I’ve still got more.” I feel a rush of adrenaline all over my body. “Oooh, m-man, you’re really good at this.”
“I’m glad.” Katrina leans to the side and farts again.
BBBLBLBLLBLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMBBBBBPPTTPBPPPBPTBPPTTBBBPBPTPPPBTPTBPBTTTTBPBPBPTTPTPBPBBBPBPPTTTBBPBTTPTPPBBPTBPBPBPBPTTTTTTTTTT!!!
I squeeze my fists as I avoid another climax. Jesus Christ, her combination of farting and jerking my dick will drain all the semen out of me by the end of the day for sure. “F-Fuuuuuck, Katrina. B-But um, wh-what I really wanna say i-is, um…uh…”
“Is what?”
Fuck it. “I-I was the guy p-p-perving on you in the gym last night.”
Katrina lets go of my cock as she places her hands over her mouth. “What!?”
“Y-Yeah, I know. I got n-nervous and hid inside the locker, and then I-I saw it was you in that s-s-sexy workout gear that I started jacking off inside without you noticing. And then you started f-farting, and I hated it. And then you clogged m-my toilet and made me pass out, and I hated th-that too.
“B-But today, when you were farting on me—and when you clogged my toilet—s-s-something changed. I w-wanted you to fart on me. I couldn’t believe a w-woman like you could release such foul toots and shit like a d-demon from hell. I even w-was jacking off sniffing your bottoms while y-you were in the bathroom. And now wh-when you mentioned how you mercilessly t-t-tortured your brother by being an ass towards w-women, it made me wish I was h-him sooooo much more.”
“Duuude,” Katrina says as she drops her hands, revealing a sinister grin across her face, “I can’t believe that was you last night.”
“I-I know, I know. But I-I just gotta say it. I really, r-reeeaaally want my hot, stunning math t-t-tutor to p-punish me for being a b-baaad student. A n-naughty, perverted student who needs to be punished for his crime of peeping on a y-young woman like yourself…and u-using your bottoms as fap material. So p-please…t-treat me like you d-did your brother all those years ago.”
“Mmm…” Katrina lets out a devilish cackle. “…did this young boy asked to be punished by the one and only Katrina?”
I nod. “Y-Yes.”
“Well…if it’s a punishment you want, it’s a punishment you’re gonna get.” Katrina removes her pajama bottoms as she slides her extremely wet pussy against my cock. “You’re not gonna believe how badly I need this. I’ve neeeeever done this with another student of mine.”
The sight of Katrina’s privates has mine leak in return. “Oh my gosh, h-hoooly fuck, Katrina.”
“That’s right. We’re gonna do it. You’re gonna stick your dick inside your super gassy math tutor.” Katrina bites her lip, raising herself up while gripping onto my shaft, teasing the tip against her crotch. “Oooh, maaan. Are you ready?”
I nod again without hesitation. “Y-Yes, p-p-please!”
Katrina drops as my dick plunges into her pussy. “Aaaaah, f-fuuuck!” She moans while bouncing along my member.
BBBRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTT! PPPPPLPLLPLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPTPTPPPTTTTTT!!! PPPPPPPRRRRRAAAABBBBBPPBBPPPPP! BBBLBBLLLBLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRBBPBPTPTPPBTTTTBPBBTPBTPPPBTTBTPBBTPTBPTBPTPTBTPBTBPTTT!!!...
It doesn’t take much time at all for Katrina to begin her regular ass blasts as she rides my dick like a linear equation. Rise over run. My dick continues to rise while she runs it, showing who’s taken ownership of my cock. With each fart, the bed shakes as she continues to densify the air with methane and other toxic compounds only available from her behind.
Yet such toxic compounds make my dick harder than ever before.
“That’s right,” Katrina says, placing her hands on my chest, “you’re fucking your math tutor.” She bites her lip as she pushes out an ear-blistering fart.
BBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMPPTPMTPMMPMPMTPTTTPPMMMPTPTMMTPMTPPPMTPTMTTTMTPTTMPTPMTPTPTPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!
Katrina doesn’t even have my face buried inside her massive cheeks, but her current fart could deafen an entire concert if she were to let this loose by a microphone. Yet in this apartment, the hellish noise reverberates along the walls and ceiling, bouncing into my ears as blood rushes to protect them from the deadly soundwaves. Her fingers tighten with such force I start to grind my teeth from all the sensations she’s giving me. From my head up top to my head below, all I can feel is pleasure, no matter how much she tries to attack me.
I let out a whimper as I feel her drool on my neck. “O-Oh God, Katrina.”
“Ooooh, y-y-yeeeeeeesssss!” Katrina continues to ride me as I feel her nether regions pulsate, liquid dripping from below. Her pussy clamps onto my cock while coating it with cum, painting on a sculpture with such poise she could classify herself as a master. A goddess. Truly one to be worshipped.
Yet Katrina doesn’t stop moving, toying with my cock, uncaring of how sensitive it has become. “You like that? You like me farting on top of you while I g-get you off? Hngh!” With a small grunt, she sits up and arches her back while she resumes her gas attack.
BBBBLBLBLBLLLLLLOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!! PPPPPPRRRRRRRBPBRRBPPBBBPRRRBPRTTTTBRBPRRBPRTBPRTRRBPTPBRTBRPRBRTRTRBPRTBPRBPRTPPPBRTTTTTTT!!! PPPPOOOOOOTTTTTTTTT! BBBBBRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT! BBBBBLBLBLBLLLLLLAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAALLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPBBPBBPBBBPBBPBPBBBBPBPPBBBBPPBBPBBPBPBPBPPPPP!!!
After every one of Katrina’s farts is a cute little moan from the woman herself, following it up with another one of her apartment-destroying farts. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, her nipples poke out of her top, and copious amounts of drool forms at her mouth and drips down her body. Every single inch of her screams lust and affection, the amount able to overdose me ten times over.
Katrina leans slightly forward. “Aaaaah, I’m sooooo-hooooo gaaassyyyyy!” She starts burp talking, ending her sentence with a thirteen-second belch, the guttural sound bouncing across the room. “III’m such a gaaassyyy monsteeerrrrr when I’m suuuuupeeerrr hooorrrnyyyyy!” Another massive twelve-second belch exits her mouth. She closes her eyes and resumes farting.
PPLLPLPLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT!!! BBBBBBRRRPRBBPRRRPBPPPBRPP!!! PPPPPOOOOOORRRRRRRPPPPPP! PPPPOOOOOOOOOTTT! BBBLLBLLLLLOOOOOOORRRRRRTPRTPPPTRTTRTPRPPPRTTTTRRRPTRTTTT!!! BBBRRRRRRRBBRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMBTMPBTPMPPPTBMPBTMBBBMPBTMPMMTBPMTBTTPTBMTMPTTMPTBMPTBPMTBPMPBTPMTBMBTPMMPBTTBPMBTMPTMMBMPTBPMMPTBPMTPBTBMTPMPTBMPBTPMTBMPPPP!!!
“Goooood, I could just buuurrrp and faaarrrt aaaaalll daaaaayyyyyyy!” With a record-setting fourteen-second belch, she starts the process of alternating between her massively long burp sentences and farts.
BBBBBBBBBRRBRBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTPPTTTPPPTPTTTPTPTPTPTPTPTTTTTTTTT!!!
“Fuuuuuck yeeeeesssss!”
PPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPLTPTTTTLLPLTLPTPPTLPTTTPLTLPLTPLTLPTLPLLTLPTLPLPLLTPLTPTPTTLTLPTLTLPTLPTLPLTPLTLPPPLLPPPPPP!!!
“IIIII looooove buuuuurrrpiiiiiiinnnggg!”
PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRPPPLRPLPLRTTTTTLLPLPRTLLLLPRTPPPPLRTTTTLPRTLPLLLPTRTTTRLPRRRLPTLPPRTLPRLLLRTPLTRTLRTLPPLTRLPRTLLPRTTTT!!!
“Yooouuurrr cooock is aaaaalll miiiiine!”
BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRBBRRBRRRRRRBRBRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPLPLLPLPPPLLLPPLPPPP!!!
“Aaaaaaaaalllll miiiiiiine!” Katrina laughs once more as she forces out a gargantuan burp, which ends up drowned out by an equally gargantuan fart.
BBBBBRRBRBRBRRRRRRRRRRRRBRBRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMPMPMPPMPPMMMPPPPMPMPMPPPPPPP...
As the sounds of her cheeks flap with her gas, I feel my cock on the verge of exploding inside of her. I surge my hips up and down in a final sprint to maximize the pleasure from both of us—and to hopefully increase the power in her burp and fart. I think back to all her expulsions from last night to now, each one filling my member with such energy I know the amount I’ll pump into her will be like no other orgasm I’ve done on my own—this will be the climax to be etched into the back of my brain. Never forgotten.
...PPPPMMPMPMPMPMMPMPMMPPMMMMPMPMMMMMPMPMPMPMPPPPMPPMMPPPPPPMMPPMMPPMPMPPPPPMPMPMPPPMPMPMPPMMPMPMPPPPP!!! PPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTT! PPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOORRRRRPPPPPP! BBBLBLBLBLLLLLLLAAAAAAPPTPTPPTPTTT! BBLBLLLBLBLLAAAAALLLAAAALLLAAAAAAPPPPPPP! BBBBRBRRRRRROOOOOOOOMMPMMPTPPPMMTTTPPTMTTT!...
After her absolutely largest fart of the day, Katrina starts pushing out smaller ones as the pressure within my groin becomes too much; I let out a wail, echoing throughout my apartment, forcing me to orgasm all inside Katrina’s pussy. My muscles tighten, hips lock as Katrina returns my climax with another one of hers. Her eyes shut, she removes herself from my cock as thick juices drip onto my thighs. She lowers onto my chest as she catches her breath, her mouth forming into a smile.
...PPPPPPRRRRROOOOOOOOOMMPPMPTPTMPMTPPPTTMPTTT! BBBBBBMMPMMPBMMPMBMPPPMBPPMPMBPMPPP! PPPPPPRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT! PPPPPPPOOOOOOOTTTTT! BBBBBLBLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMPMMPMPMMPMPMMMPMMPPPPPMMPPTTMPPMTMPMPMPTMPTTTTMPMPMTTMMPMTPPMTTTTTT!!!
Once Katrina rests her head on my left shoulder, she traces her finger along my left arm. “Oooooh my God, dude,” Katrina says, “I haven’t felt that good eeever!”
“Y-Yeah, same here!” My head still buzzes from having such an overwhelming sexual experience with undoubtedly the sexiest woman to ever grace this planet. “You’ve definitely made sure I ain’t gonna be able to get off unless I’m around you…or thinking about you!”
Katrina giggles. “I’m glad. You don’t really get to meet such a gassy woman like myself. I might come here more often if my roommates are being total bitches…which is like, all the time!” She laughs. “I think your room’s gonna be a little bit louder now.”
“That’s for sure!” I glance over to my computer. “O-Oh!” A wicked smile forms across my face. “D-D-Don’t you have seventy-five more farts on my face to go?”
“Oh…oooh…” Katrina chuckles. “…I think I’ll waive that.”
I cover my mouth with my right hand. “Are you serious!?”
“Oh, yes. But in retuuurrrn…your toilet…is my toilet.”
My toilet…is hers? “Huh? Wh-What are you saying?”
“What I’m saying, is if I gotta go, I might feel like using your toilet. Because…I know you like it now.” Katrina giggles. “And I’m not gonna say when I need your toilet; I might just barge right in and unload whatever I’ve been holding in, and you’re not gonna stop me.”
“H-Hey!”
“But just imagine…you’re in the middle of doing something on your computer, and I come by and just maul your toilet!” Katrina laughs. “Gosh, wouldn’t that just be super hot? Someone like me, barging in to fill your toilet to the brim…and maybe more?”
“I-I mean--” I feel Katrina latch onto my cock. “O-Oooh, God.”
“I think I already know the answer. I might even have to punish you if you’re a bad student and don’t clean up after me.”
“Ah…hahn…”
“Now…how about I pay your rent, hm?” Katrina lets go of my member and heads to my desk, sitting down in her chair while making her ass appear to gobble the seat. All I can do is stare at it as I bring my hand down to stroke my cock.
“K-Katrina…” I whimper.
“Yeees?” Katrina leans to her right and pummels the chair with a wet ripper, her cheeks banging against the wood. She follows it up with a similarly loud, tuba blast.
BBBLBLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPBTBPTTPPBBTPTPPBTTTTBPBBPTPPPBTTTTBBPBPTTPBPBTPTTBBBPTTPPTBPTBTBPPTBPBPPBTBPTBPTTTTBPTTT!!! PPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMBPBPPBMPBBBPBMPPPMBMBMBPMMPPMBBMPMMPBMPBMBMBMMPBPBMBMPBPMBMPPPP!!!
“Oooooh my Goood,” I say, “k-keep goiiing.” Fortunately for me, Katrina has no end to her gassy ways, arching her ass back to give me a better view of what I’m gonna cum to, day in and day out.
PPPPPRPRRRRRRRRRRRPRTTTPRPRTTTT! PPPPOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTT! BBBBBBRRBRBRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP! BBBBBLLBLBLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRPPPPTPTPRRTRTPPRTTPRPRRTPRPTTPRPRRTTTT!!! BBBMMBTPPPPMTBTTMTBPMBMMTBPBBBPMTTTT!...
I watch Katrina release her multi-tonal farts onto the chair while typing in her credit card information, my heart aflutter watching her do something as serious as inputting bank info while doing something so crude like ripping ass to the point where she could blame any fat person on the street did it and not her. Her naked cheeks singing for me with such beautiful music has my cock ache for attention, where despite having came multiple times today, I crave for more. Her cheeks cover the entire seat and some extra, showing how massive her booty is.
With a final click of the computer, Katrina turns around and rests her elbows on the desk, crossing her legs as she bends forward, facing her ass in my direction.
...BBBBLLLLPPLBLPBLLPPBLBPLBBPPLBPPP! PPPPRRPRPRRRRROOOOOOOOOBBPBPBPBBPPP! BBBBRRBRBRBRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMBBBBTBMBTMMBBBBTBMBTMMMBBBMTBMTBBMTTTTBBTTTT...
After some smaller farts, she keeps still and lets loose another supremely massive fart, shaking my apartment with her power, bringing my cock to another climax. I shoot several ropes of cum onto my bed while staring intently at Katrina’s peach-shaped backside and dripping pussy. The sexual fantasies I’ve had with Katrina has me realize they may no longer be fantasies—I might actually get to do things I’ve only played in my head. Numerous different positions and activities flow through my brain as I coat my hand in spunk.
This is one fap session I won’t ever forget.
...TTTTTTBBBBTBMTMMMBBBBMTMTTTMBTBMMMTMBTTTBMTMBTBMTBTMBTMMMTBTMBTTBTMTBMBTMTBMTMBTMBBMMBTMBTMBTTTTTTT!!!
“Oooh, fuuuuuck,” Katrina says, “I totally love farting!” She pushes out another one.
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While I can’t stop staring at Katrina, my eyelids start to feel heavy. My vision blurs and I let go of my member. I hear Katrina say something while ripping ass again, yet my hearing muffles as she takes me out for a second time.
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The moment I wake up, half of the sun’s dipped under the horizon—it must be almost 9 PM. I raise my arms in the air to stretch them as my body comes out of its second Katrina-induced snooze. Not as long as the first time, however; most likely growing accustomed to her rank fumes and relishing in such a talent making things easier to swallow. As my eyes glance at my desk, I notice Katrina’s no longer in my room, though her stench continues to linger. It only brings my cock back to life. What I’d do to have her back in my room farting up a storm right now. I wonder what she’s up to?
On my nightstand is my phone, which I grab to see if I missed any notifications, and hopefully something nice from Katrina. To my luck, a single text message sent from Katrina at 6:45 PM. Heeey! Can’t believe I knocked you out again! I went back to my apartment as you “fell asleep” because I had some stuff to take care of. Hope to have another tutoring session with you soon! ;)
God, what a sexy woman. She really knows how to press my buttons, and which ones to press more often. Knowing how I “fell asleep” and wanting to have another tutoring session with me? It’s only motivating me to have her as a permanent roommate. I could definitely find space in my apartment so she could live peacefully, ripping a massive fart a minute, all the while uncaring about how gassy she truly is. Maybe if I call her, she’ll have some more farts for me and I’ll get to bust once again.
What am I saying? If she’s farting once a minute, she’ll definitely have many loaded up! I open her contact info and call her number, which she answers just as fast as she did this morning.
“Oh, hiii,” Katrina says, her voice exuding sunshine through the speakers, “I was just about to call you!”
“Hey! Didn’t know that. Thanks for the text by the way.”
“Of course, of cooouuurse!” Katrina giggles. “Sooo…I thought I’d be nice today, and…” I hear some shuffling sounds before she greets me with what I called her for in the first place—a fat, nasty, bubbly fart.
PPPPPPLPPLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRPPLPLPLLPRPRLLRPRPLRLLLRRRPRPLPLPRLLRPRPLRLPRLRRRRPRPLRLRLRLPRPPPRLRLLLPRPLLLRRLRPRLRRLLRLRLPPLPPPPPP!!!
While I’m not physically with Katrina, I use the smell in my apartment and start going at it from below, the combination having my cock burst in record time.
“Fuck, did you hear that?” Katrina says. “That was toootally wet!”
I continue to stroke my penis. “O-Oh, yeaaah.”
“Like, suuuper wet. My pajamas feel damper than they’ve ever been, I swear to God! Probably gonna need to run through them a few times in the laundry if you know what I mean!”
“I-I, uh…p-please don’t do that.” The thought of Katrina washing her clothes, ridding them of her eggy stench cannot be a possibility!
“Hm? Oooooh!” Katrina cackles. “You dirty perv! I bet you’d wanna ban me from using the laundry room, would you?”
“Well…” I nervously giggle into the phone.
“You don’t need to say aaanything else. Buuut…you know what that means? What my wet, nasty fart means?”
“What is it, Katrina?”
“I need to take a faaaaat shit!”
I start to imagine the inhumanely large turds Katrina’s about to unload into the toilet. “Th-That’s…hooot!”
“You better be ready, because I’m coming over to use your toilet!”
“M-My toilet? Oooh, I can’t…oh…oh no.” My eyes widen—I never got the chance to clean my toilet. “I-I, uh…Katrina?”
“Yes?” Katrina giggles.
“My toilet, y-you see? I-I totally forgot to r-remove your previous shit.”
“Oh…oooooh.” Katrina cackles. “You mean…my monster dump is still in your toilet?”
“Y-Yeah.”
“And you expect me to still use it?”
“I-I mean…you can hold it, right?”
“Oooh, no. I can’t hold it; I reaaallyyy have to poop. And all the toilets in my apartment are clogged. Does this sound like someone who can hold in her shit?” Katrina shuffles again and shows me what her ass sounds like.
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As if Katrina inserted her ass into a deep swamp, she blasts my ears with such a shitty yet melodic tune I can’t help but jerk it to her pre-dump gas. Her eventual toilet-clogging shits. Her moans and groans while she fills my toilet up with turds so large and so thick they could suffocate a person to death. Pack their airways with such dense logs they’ll have no choice but to surrender to the one and only gas goddess herself—Katrina.
All Katrina can do is laugh in response. “Must I remind you I never—neeever run out of gas? You know that, right? I told you last night when you peeped on me in the gym.” She lets out a ten-second belch into the phone, bringing me to another orgasm as she sighs in relief. “See? I’ll be farting and burping until the day I die, and you can’t stop me.”
My legs shake as I hear her statement. “J-Jesus, fuck.”
“Buuut, now that I think about it…” Katrina keeps quiet for a few seconds while all I can hear is my heart racing. What is she about to say? Is she gonna tell everyone I’m a dirty fart sniffer who loves being Katrina’s fart slave? Is she planning to cancel her credit card payment? I really hope she doesn’t have anything potentially embarrassing planned!
I’m broken out of my thoughts as Katrina giggles. “…I never properly gave you a true punishment for being a perv last night, and that had me thinking quite a bit. Truth be told, I’ve actually never taken a dump on someone before…I hope you don’t mind me using your chest instead.” She cackles into the phone.
“Wh-Wha-Wha…” My chest!? Is she for real right now!? I’m gonna have twenty pounds dumped onto it and I sure as hell ain’t gonna be able to breathe! “…K-Katrina, please think this over!”
“Absolutely not!” The sounds of a door shutting and keys turning, followed by footsteps come from Katrina’s phone. “This is what’s gonna happen if you don’t clean up after yourself. I hope you’re reaaadyyyyy!” She hangs up.
I drop my phone onto my bed. I look at myself—I’m still naked, still dirty from everything I did with Katrina just hours ago. And now she’s in the mood to use me as a human toilet. This was not a fantasy I ever had in mind.
I felt like I made excellent leeway with her during our tutoring-slash-sex session to the point where we would continue this far into the future. She farts on me, she gets me off, and we have glorious, stinky sex while she shows me who I belong to—her. Though what she’s planning to do will only solidify her dominance and turn me into her fart receptacle for life.
I haven’t even submitted to Katrina’s dirty tricks for more than a few hours at this point, and she’s already jumped to using me as a human toilet!? Forcing me to not just clean up my toilet, but myself? Though in Katrina’s mind, I’d be cleaning up two toilets. And with her history of clogging every toilet she comes across, I can envision what she has planned for me—I’ll end up just like the others.
But that begs the question—if I somehow make it out alive at this point—what if I take the question thirteen approach to this? How far can I push Katrina to thinking of more wicked, nasty punishments for me if I don’t clean the toilet? Forcing me to become her personal fart slave, tied to her bed while watching her study as she rips fart after fart so I can’t touch myself, taking a dump all over my bed, using anything in my apartment as a toilet…holy fucking shit. I may think right now this is the greatest jackpot anyone could win, but am I prepared for how hard she’ll be able to dish it?
As my feet curl and my face pales, I hear someone knocking on the door.
“Yoohooooo, it’s Katriiinaaaaa!” Her evil cackle seeps into my room as my dick grows hard. “I can’t wait for what I have in store for you!”