Jenny's Lesbian Fart Obsession: Gym With a Friend

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After the fart, she let out a big sigh and said that she was holding that one in for a long time. Her friend concerned about her farting around a guy goes, “maybe you shouldn’t do that around him.” enough!" yelled sarah, surprised at her own wrath. She pushed the old woman into the wall with her ass, smothering the old woman. "you will tell me how to cure it, or I'll tortue you with your own stupid idea of power!" she yelled. The woman though for a second and replied- She went downstairs to eat, her parents had brought home pizza. She decided that greasy food would be a bad combination with her already disgusting gas, so she made herself a salad. Sarah returned home, clutching in her hand the placebos she knew would do nothing. Her mother insisted that it was medicine and that it would help, but Sarah was smart enough to realize that there was no such thing as skunk-tail medicine and that they had undoubtedly given them sugar pills or vitamins to make it look like they knew what they were doing. She ran up to her room to watch TV or do homework, as she did every night. If only she had a permenant fart-sniffer, to keep away the smell… but who would ever do that? She would have to pay hundreds for someone to go through that sort of torture…

During my time in university I met this nice girl, let’s call her Danabelle. Before meeting her my friends called her “Gordita” based off of her physique. She was a 4”11 chubby American girl with nice brown hair and a boisterous personality. She had a nice apartment that was passed down from her parents, that all my friends used to chill at before heading to the club. To which Danabelle replies, “Oh don’t worry, I know Pablo (me) absolutely loves my farts!” Staring at me with a suspicious, yet seductive face. Sarah couldn’t believe her sister was actually calling these bad! They were almost pleasant! She remembered her own gas problem when she felt a tiny bubble pressing against her ass. She pushed out a series of hard pops- PRRUP PRUP PRP PRUP- Then she understood- she was so used to her own terrible gas that her sister’s no longer had an effect on her! Her sister caught wind of the fart and began coughing. “GROSS! Was that mine?!” she cried, looking appauled. Sarah used her sister’s temporary confusion to get out from under her ass, and pushed her down onto the bed. She sat down onto her face, her ass covered only by the thin panties she had slept in, ready for some revenge for all the farts she put up with. Sarah woke up in the morning, and groggily sat up and threw her legs over the edge of her bed. Sam was awake and reading a book. Sarah decided to take a shower, so she told her plan to sam. She ripped her morning gas into her mattress- it was extremely juicy and bubbly and lasted at least 10 seconds. “eww sarah! I’m glad you didn’t cut that one on me!” sam cried. Sarah giggled, then cringed at the smell and walked out of her room to the bathroom. After the scent of the smelly thanksgiving blast hits her friend. She gets up from Danabelle’s lap and says “you stink and leave”. After which I put out my cigarette and proceeded to go inside.Danabelle with a sad face said “I’m sorry don’t leave me, I know I’m gross.” To which I reply, “It’s okay Danabelle, I’m not leaving cus you farted but because I really need to pee (which was true)”. Her mother walked in and coughed on the fumes (though they spread through the house alarmingly, the smell was most concentrated closer to the source), she tried to wave the smell away. “your sister just called,” she said, “ she’s coming over for a few days, so we’re making up the guest bedroom for her…. And from now on, do you think you could warn us before you have to…flatulate?” she asked, embarrassed. “the smell is pretty bad, and we would like a head start…” Sarah simply flushed and looked away. At dinner, her father brought up her curse again. “ Sarah, we want you you to know that we still love and respect you, even if you have this… illness. We still accept you and will stand by you through it. Ok sweetheart?” pretty smelly down there, isn’t it sis?” she asked, returning her sister’s taunts. She pushed out another short one. BRRRRRLLLT BBRLLLT BLLLT She wasn’t sure if this was phyiscally possible, considering the pressure and volume that must be between her asscheeks and sister’s nose. Then again, skunk tails weren’t a common occurence either.

and then, this morning, Sarah just cut the nastiest fart she had ever heard! She needed a deep, long sniff from as close to the source as she could get. She looked down the hall, making sure sarah was gone. Then, she knelt before the spot on the bed sarah had farted on, and took a deep sniff. The sulfur filled her, and she loved it- it was so intense! And she remembered the powerful, bubbly sound it had made, all from this cute, normal girl! She almost creamed her panties at the thought. Sam loved this girl. Well, maybe love wasn’t the best word- but she did love the immense gas this girl had. Sam had always had a fetish for farting, and she had discovered that she was bisexual several years earlier. She looked for every opportunity to use the bathrooms at school in the hopes that one of the other girls would fart in there- she had even gone out with one of her friends, who she had “converted” into the fetish. And then there was Sarah- she cut the most powerful farts sam had ever smelled- including her own. It had been torture over the night, listening to her farts and smelling them from so far away- even though they spread powerfully and potently, they were never the same as directly from the source. First time meeting her she was really friendly towards me. Giving me a big hug and complementing me on what I was wearing. This became a reoccurring theme, I swear even if I was not feeling my best that day she would always be excited to see me and dish out some compliments (I guess she had a crush on me). She decided to unleash all of her pent up gas and splatter her sister’s face. She had ripped splatter farts before, by accidentally pushing too hard. Now she would do it intentionally. She pushed her weight down and squeezed out the last of her gas- SPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRLLLLLLTTTTTTTT- it was clearly wet, and sarah almost stood up to run into the bathroom to wipe. She stopped herself in time though, remembering the stink that would await her if she did. “I’ll make you a deal sis… sniff my farts until the smell is gone, and I’ll let you go. If you lie and I stand up and the smell gets out, then I’ll just have to keep you here for the rest of the weekend…” she slowly ground her ass into her sister’s face, to emphasize the point. She relished the tiny, soft squishing noise it made as she smeared the fart stained panties over her face. She giggled as she heard her sister take a deep, long sniff, undoubtedly in an attempt to get rid of the gas faster.

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The last fart from her came after eating at a friends thanksgiving dinner. As you most probably know, that thanksgiving is the best time for eproctophiliacs since the big meal produces a lot of gas for most people. Arriving at the dinner, I say hi to Danabelle and tells me she made some sort of cheese casserole. Me not knowing what a casserole was, asked her about it. She told me that I need to try it and gave me the list of ingredients in the dish. I don’t remember everything that was put in it but I remember there was broccoli and a lot of cheese.