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Story 13 starts at >>6982219

()()(BONUS DESCRIPTION: ART CLASS SBD)()()

Okay, so first imagine the description of sister1's belch. Now imagine that I was describing a fart. That was not quite as bad as the anus-nuke that was the art class SBD.

It was a concentrated nuclear blast from the lower level into the space between the desks. The rank ass-stench was horrifying in its potency. Remember the swinging maces in my lungs? Double the amount of people swinging, and poison all the spikes. They must have been poisoned for the period of time the stench stayed in my lungs.

It was a demon passing through her cheeks and taking revenge upon humanity for its slain brethren in war by way of eggy sulphuric stench. It was a ninja silently taking out its contracts on everyone in our area of the room. Mustard gas was allowed in war only because it was the more merciful of the substances. Were there a fragile flower growing in the windowsill watching the outside world go by, it would have laid down its petals and passed torturously away in terrible pain.

People were coughing and covering their noses with anything they could find.

()()()()()

RETURN OF STORY-ANON: BACK TO THE FARTURE

Also known as "sister1 series"

Also known as "correction from story 8: I'd forgotten about story 13's events at the time"

-Story 13-

Was with sister1 playing Smash Bros. We were the only ones in the house (it was before then-gf and I had started dating). She was eating leftover Mexican food from the night before. Oh yeah. She was the very least bashful of all of the people. She would have zero reservations about farting. In front of anyone, anywhere. She would let out SBDs in a job interview. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a bit of a crush on her when I first met her.

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So we were partway into the first round when the gas leaks began. She started out by letting out a few ones with a little sound (those high-pitched type ones) which were smelling really bad, especially in comparison to their length/sound. She was letting one out every ten seconds or so, and really getting the room stinky. She kept looking over at me to see my reaction. I started making slightly disgusted faces (nowhere near the appropriate reaction for the stink in the room) to play along, about ten minutes in. She continued farting, and started letting out longer ones at quicker intervals. It was so fucking good, it went on like that for around 15 minutes. At that point I lost a round and she decided to move a little closer, quickly grab me to hold me in place, and let out a four-second fart whilst leaning the other direction, aiming her ass at me. Oh god the stench was unbearable/amazing. I coughed a bit to keep suspicion low. She moved back to her seat and started up with her farty pattern again.

We were partway through another losing round (I'm bad at Smash) and I was able to pull around and win. She did not like that one bit. She pushed me over, moved her huge ass up nearer to my face than it was (we were sitting on a bed in her room), and farted out two wet ones. Stench was even worse. I almost disliked it. I coughed some, said "what the hell", and got back up to continue playing. She laughed and also got her controller back.

We were playing more rounds with her continuous farting going on, when she started farting at a quicker rate. They were getting deeper and wetter and worse smelling. She was putting one out about every five to six seconds now. I noticed that when I was pulling off good combos/moves, she'd start farting even more frequently, about every two to four seconds. I would lose though and she would let out a long victory-fart. This kept happening for about ten minutes, and I won another round. This is where it got the best. It's because of this moment that I mentally hit myself for forgetting about this whilst writing story 8 (where I said that sister2's fart was the closest to a facefart I had gotten).

She let out a really, really long fart (about eight seconds long). It smelled fucking horrible, worse than her other ones. She grunted and pushed out another one, about four seconds long. And then a third fart, about three seconds long, and she cut it off very abruptly, like she had something waiting at the back door, and she made a shocked face.

She turned towards me and said "That's what you get for winning", half-jokingly. My mouth was agape at this point. I watched a grin creep across her face. She pushed me over again, this time more to the side than backwards. She leaned over, turning around, and pushed her butt onto my face with more than a little pressure. The fucking stench was horrible. She didn't even fart, but her post-fart ass was fuming and smelling. Her fat cheeks were soft. Did I mention yoga pants? She was wearing yoga pants. The smell permeated through like nothing and invaded my nose with its sulfuric power.

It wasn't more than about eleven seconds, but it felt like a minute. She pulled off of me and sat back down laughing her ass off, no pun intended, and went back to Smash like nothing had happened! I was glad I wasn't wearing anything that would reveal my excitement.

She stopped farting, and after the next round (which she won) she hurried to the bathroom and waged a war.

I pretended like I had to go right behind her, and I sniffed the horrid-smelling bathroom stink she had left behind. It was glorious.

-Story 14-

Other end of the timeline. After I had broken up with gf, sister1 and I were in a classroom together. The teacher in question taught a class for different grades and we were both staying after to finish up some work. We were the only ones in the room aside from some other guy in the corner. Teacher gets up and leaves the room to get paper. Sister1, as if she had been waiting for that moment, farts once, a small one, and then again, slightly larger. She farted a third time, which was very wet and about two seconds long, looked me right in the eye, and went back to her work. I'm sure she was trying to get some "payback". The smell went across the room and reached me. Eggy and meaty, and not at all mild.

-Story 15-

Was sitting in the living room with gf's family at one point. Sister1 was in a chair. She leans back, spreads her legs wide, and pushes out one of her famous monster farts. Six seconds long at the very least, and smelled horribly eggy. It was wet and loud, and she had just the greatest look of relief on her face as she did it. One of the guys left the room. A couple people held their nose. I continued reading the book I was in.

About five minutes later she did the same thing. Legs widespread, grunted, and forced a longer monster fart out. The smell was even more intense than the first one. Multiple people left, including gf. I stayed and discreetly sniffed. It was the least of her monster farts, I'll tell a few more another time.

Now for the other facefart experience I've had, which I remembered about while writing this. It was a very separate circumstance and my mind was on gf's family at the time so this one didn't even pop into my mind.

-Story 16-

Different topic. Not gf or her family, entirely separate occasion for once.

I was a lot younger, about 13 or 14. I had met a girl at one of my friends' birthday party. We hit it off and I went over to her house one day. My parents trusted me. We were on the couch watching TV and she farted. "Excuse me," she said, and the smell was not that bad. It wasn't mild, but it wasn't bad. It was one of the first times I had been close to a girl around my age who wasn't related to me farting. I was a little unsure what to do. She farted again. And a third time.

>fast forward

In her bedroom. Yes. I'm still a virgin and may be getting some for the first time. At least, that was my thought process. In hindsight she really seemed only into me as a friend other than that day. She was the second person I ever told about my fart fetish. First was a best friend, we told each other everything.

She was apprehensive at first, but as the day went on she got gassier and moved closer to me, letting it out on my leg or other, less innocent places. It culminated with her sitting on my chest and blowing out some really big farts in my face. She scooted back, and someone's ass was actually on my face for the first time ever. She farted and kept going for the next five minutes. After that she said she was out of gas, and she got off my face and we just awkwardly hung out for a while.