SEX EDUCATION
Author: Closet Fetishist

Story Codes: nosex Fdom msub ds flatu fart hs


Upon entering Junior year in high school, all
students were required to take health. The class
discussed about effects of drugs, the problems of
being overweight, and of course sex. There were other
topics too but those were the biggest ones. The
teacher, Ms. Mary Basil was very young and, dare I
say, very hot. During that mild, California summer all
the guys were sweating and it wasn't from the heat. I
had the fetish at the time but I didn't really know
what the hell it was, just thought I was weird. I
eventually went online and discovered it was something
other people "suffered" through too. So I thought
well, cool at least I'm not weird or at least any
weirder. Other than a base knowledge, however, I
didn't know much about this thing so about half-way
through the semester, while talking about sex, I began
thinking more about my fetish so I wrote a note to the
teacher so that she may touch on the topic a bit the
next day. She didn't see me place the note on her desk
so I was home free, I ran out of that class and to
Spanish. After the class, the next day, she called me
over to talk about my note.

"I didn't write that," I exclaimed!

"Come on, Jared, you don't have to lie to me. I know
you wrote it. I know your barely legible handwriting." 

Damn, I thought, she knew now. The most embarrassing
thing ever was happening to me right now, right here,
in front of someone who I was infatuated with. How
could I have been so stupid as to write that note? Ms.
Basil interrupted my thoughts saying, "I'd love to
explain more about this particular topic but I can't
now and neither can you, I am sure you have a class to
go to. Tell you what, come to my house tonight at
about 6 and I'll educate you on the subject." 

The way she said "educate" scared me but I could not
pass up time alone with this fine, young teacher and
talking about sex and sexual stuff, seemed like the
perfect date. The rest of that day at school I thought
more about what she could have meant by what she said.
I mean she knew, now, that I had a fart fetish but…My
thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the bell.
It was time for Algebra. I arrived at Ms. Basil's
house at about 5:50. I knocked on the door, and the
person that opened it was the most scantily clad
creature I had ever seen. I was instantly turned on
but I had to hide the fact as best as I could.

"You're early," she said.

I nodded and she showed me in. I walked in the door
way and was caught aghast by a horrid smell. I did not
let on that I thought it smelled, I did not want to
offend her. I had no idea what the smell was either. I
assumed it was something on the stove. She and I sat
on the couch and she began to speak.

"So you want to know about fetishes, eh?"

"Yes," I said not knowing what I was about to get
myself into.

"Well, I must say this one," she said gesturing at
the note, "…is an odd one but basically a fetish comes
about when…" I had zoned out and found myself staring
at Ms. Basil. I was so very attracted to her. What was
she? 25? 26 at most? When I noticed a pause in her
speech I said, "I see." She must have noticed I was
not really listening to her but she continued on. I
listened a bit more intently, so I did not come off as
rude.

"And within the fetish 'community' there are
dominatrixes that either play on the desires of their
clients," she continued, smiling, "or just get
pleasure out of torture."

I felt extremely uncomfortable just then, my voice
cracked, "Hm...very interesting."

I had to get out of there, I could not stand this.
This conversation was too much for me, I must have
been wrong about my fetish. In fact I am sure I was. I
began to leave when, but she would have none of it.
She said, "Wait a sec."  The way she said that was
very alluring yet very freighting. This whole
experience had been horrible so far and I felt it was
about to get worse. She came close to me and when she
was about 2 ft away she quickly placed a napkin over
my face. Chloroform! I don't know what I was thinking
for the 10 or so minutes I was out but I awoke very
horrified. Why would Ms. Basil do such a thing as to
chloroform one of her students? I felt soft, plush on
my back. I tried to get up by my arms were restrained
at the wrist and near the shoulder. My legs were also
tied down. What the hell I thought to myself? What was
going to happen now? Where was Ms. Basil? Was I going
to get out of here alive? All these questions ran
through my brain, over and over again. Ms. Basil
finally appeared wearing nothing but a nearly
invisible thong and a bikini top. She came in with an
air of superiority and dominance. This scared me. I
had no idea what she was going to do but I had a
feeling, it was going to have to do with my fart
fetish. She, not saying a word, turned her back side
to me and for a moment which lasted 10 seconds I was
extremely turned on watching that near bear ass
descend upon my face. The pleasure ended when it got
dark. Her ass encased my face and she quickly let out
three small farts. PLOOT, BSSST, BPPT. The smell was
awful! I could not believe this had once turned me on?
Maybe it was just the sexually alluring attire that I
enjoyed, not the farting? This!? This was not
pleasurable. This was not enjoyable! This was hell! I
tried to speak out from under the prodigious ass but
the sounds were only low mumbles to which Ms. Basil
responded with a long, loud fart.
BPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSPSSPPPPPPT! The smell tortured me, I
trashed under the ass but it was no hope. I was forced
to smell the horrid gas of Ms. Basil. She let out on
almost orgasmic, "Ahhhh!" The first words out of her
mouth. "Oh my! I have been waiting for that one all
day. I know you enjoyed that one, Jared, I know I
did." I did not reply, I could not reply. All I could
focus on was the wretched smell of the gas and her
ass. I thought about how wrong I was to ever write
that note or even come here. What was she going to do
to me? Keep me as some kind of...fart slave? I
shuddered
at the thought as a gust of hot air ran across my
face. Ms. Basil, as though continuing her teaching,
"Ahh! Now Jared that is what we call an SBD, standing
for silent but deadly." And it was. The smell was
unbearable. I was on the verge of passing out, I felt
everything fall dark (well darker under this large
ass) when suddenly a bright light shone through. Was I
dead? Was my first though but I soon, when my eyes
focused, I found myself in the poorly living room of
Ms. Basil. She had apparently allowed me to breathe
some fresher air, or at least as fresh as the air
could get in a room with someone who's farts went bad
years ago. I exhaled and inhaled very rapidly, wanting
to get all the "fresh" air I could but this did not
please Ms. Basil. She struck me with a ruler on the
leg and told me to slow my breathing. I did but she
still was not happy. She got up fully from her squat
and fetched a piece of duct tape. She came closer and
closer with the tape and I trashed to avoid it, I knew
with that tape the smell would be horribly
intensified. She said, "Oh, that's good, struggle.
That makes this more fun for me." She quickly placed
the tape over my mouth and lowered herself down,
giggling slightly. She spread her cheeks and plopped
down on my face. The smell inside the ass was awful,
like millions of the farts I had to endure pressed
their horrid scent and remained in the ass for me to
forcibly smell. Ms. Basil began training my breathing,
in slow forceful motions she pressed down on my
stomach to expel all the air and I inhaled following
suit afterward. She begun to laugh, almost out loud,
as she pressed down hard on my stomach and then farted
right on cue to my inhalation. All I could do was
taken in the pungent and distasting gasses and at her
pace, not my own. This had to have been the worst
thing anyone had to endure, I was sure there was
nothing worse than "gas" torture. She continued her
ritual of farting when I was to inhale to increase her
pleasure and my dismay. One after another they came,
BSSSST, PSSSSFT, BPPPPPT and I had to endure them all.
Eventually, I ran out of "real" air and I passed out.
This went on for days. She loved torturing me under
her smelly ass and she was convinced I loved every
minute of it. One day, the routine broke. I was being
"serviced" in Ms. Basil's bedroom when there was a
knock at the door. I faintly heard the conversation.

"Yes, hi, Mary Basil?"

"Yes."

"Yes, we are looking for a missing kid, a student of
yours. Have you seen him? Name's Jared."

"Ah yes, I have been quite worried about him. You see
he has not shown up for class few days and he has near
perfect attendance."

"I see, so you haven't seen him then?"

"No, not since class on Friday."

This was my chance, I thought. I could try to scream
and they should hear me, even with the duct tape over
my mouth. I was about to scream when suddenly the door
opened. Someone I did not recognize walked in. She was
wearing all latex and it was all very tight. I would
have been extremely turned on at this sight had I not
been so horrified. She walked over to me and said,
"Sorry hun, you might not like it but, I prefer the
mouth." And with that she ripped the tape from my
mouth. The pain was excruciating and when I tried to
work my plan, I could not. The pain was too much. When
I finally did compose myself a bit, the mystery woman
had lowered herself and planted her ass over my face,
mostly the mouth. It was too late anyways; I had heard
the car drive off. The woman said, "Open wide or I
will make this a hell of a lot worse." I reluctantly
did as I was told and within seconds she had released
a barrage or farts into my unwilling mouth. The taste
was awful and something that would probably stick
around a while. Ms. Basil soon walked it. A bit
surprised to see what was going on she said, "Oh,
Jared. I see you have met Carol. She is a friend I
brought over to 'play' but first us two need to talk
alone. Let's go Carol." Carol complained, "Oh come on.
How 'bout one more, I got a good one." "Fine," Ms.
Basil finally allowed. Carol grunted and pushed until
finally a huge fart escaped her latex clad ass. The
taste was wretched and the smell was just as bad. She
quickly rose and put a fresh piece of tape over my
mouth. "Enjoy that one for a while," She said,
laughing manically. I could not bear the looming fart
for very long and, minutes later (minutes that seemed
like hours), it had finally dissolved. The pair
reentered the room. Ms. Basil spoke.

"Jared, due to recent developments we are going to
have to end this servilities."

I thought to myself thank God, it was going to be
over and I was going home.

"You have given me a great amount of pleasure and I
am sorry to see you go but it must be this way."

Whoa? What the heck, was she breaking up with me? Oh
well, who cares. I was going to be allowed to go home!

"We'll make this short and sweet."

Carol came towards me, undid my restraints and
removed the tape from my mouth. She set me on my knees
but did not allow me to rise any higher. She slowly
pushed my head towards Ms. Basil's ass, which was now
completely bare as she removed her pants and panties.
I thought to myself, oh no! I was wrong! They aren't
going to let me go! THEY ARE GOING TO KILL ME! The ass
grew closer and closer. I fought to get free but Carol
was far too strong. I screamed out that I would not
tell anyone of what transpired here. I hoped that
would allow me freedom but Ms. Basil replied, "Oh,
don't worry. We are going to make sure of that." I
screamed out Noooooooo, please! Have mercy! I
continued but my pleas were lost in Ms. Basil
prodigious ass. I was pressed hard against it. Carol
now removed her pants and pressed her ass on the back
of my head. I became an ass-sandwich. I remained there
for 10 or so seconds, hearing nothing but the sounds
of the ladies grunting and straining to release their
atomic farts. The last sound I heard were two long,
loud, BPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTT!

  
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