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A PANTY FART STORY

The Smelliest House
by Sellcon2762 (aka td88)
Story inspired by the original characters by lols456


The classroom stunk that afternoon, it wasn’t the worst stink but it was in the air. Back and forth the smell would pick up in intensity as Miss Adrian continued to give her lecture to the students and I knew exactly what it was she was doing, releasing SBD after SBD, probably about five of them in the last hour alone. A tantalizing stench of rotten eggs would fill the classroom causing most of us (not me of course) to cough and gag from the smell and then the smell would fade away to a light musky odor before picking back up with another silent release of gas from Miss Adrian’s bowels. I’m not entirely sure what she had for lunch, but these farts were some pretty nice ones. Earlier in the day before school I had spent some time with my gassy teacher as she cut a few foul bombs that left an impressive aroma in the room well into the first hour of class, before fading away to the point that we actually had a good four hours with little gas. She must have been holding them in for a decent amount of time today and I’m sure most of the other students didn’t object to that.


Perhaps a short background is required for you to understand my position in all of this. A few weeks ago I caught upon Miss Adrian having the absolute worst case of gas early in the morning upon entering her classroom before school started. Her farts were amazing, the worst I had ever smelled for anyone. That morning I became, ineffectually, a fart sniffer and the smell of her farts were all that was in my mind. The voluptuous teacher wasn’t dumb on the matter and saw that I was taking a liking to her farts that day and decided to reward me the following week by farting some more to the point of making me cum myself. But God her farts were incredible! I’d go as far as worship her for the opportunity to smell more of what wafted out of her large rear end and luckily she was more than happy to oblige. Unfortunately, the other students were caught in the crossfire one time too many when she cut loose her foul beasts of gaseous wind.


The back-and-forth stinking up of the classroom that afternoon had finally reached a breaking point as she sat down on her seat with about five minutes left to go. We were all waiting to leave class for the weekend and as I found out she was ready to head home herself. I awaited the end of the day to spend a little time with the 30-year old blond-haired hot teacher as I saw her shuffling a little bit in her wooden seat. She wore a pair of tight blue jeans that looked like they were about to split open every time she moved and her white blouse had the top two buttons exposed to show just a little bit of the deep cleavage that formed between her large DD-sized breasts. Students loved having class with her to ogle over her features but it was a price that was paid both ways. They wanted something from her and she was more than happy to give something back. She leaned her ass over a little bit, something I had watched but not the other students. All eyes were on her however when she let loose a thunderous farts into the wooden seat. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!


For nearly ten seconds Miss Adrian began cutting a deep and heavy amount of gas out of her abundant rear and unlike her most recent outbursts this one carried some power with it. You could hear her chair vibrate from the “fart-quake” she was inflicting upon it. The sound could be heard within her classroom and outside in the hallway where a couple of people walking by had to be horrified at such a vile noise. And then the smell came out and it was lights out for everyone. Rotten meat and cabbage filled our noses as the eyes of those up front began to water from the increasing surge of rotten-smelling flatulence filling up the room. It was the kind of fart that sent shivers down the spines of anyone who opposed her. She had been able to torture some unwilling students with her butt blasts before and all I can say was that it was good that she wasn’t aiming her butt in anyone’s direction when this foul beast came out, because it stunk very, very bad. As the coughing continued nonstop for another minute with girls gagging on the foul gas and guys trying their best to withstand the effects of the gas Miss Adrian finally chuckled to herself as she began to appreciate the extreme foulness of her fart.


“My that was a bad one! You know what class, you can go ahead and leave, we only have three minutes and I’m afraid this room is going to be smelly for a little bit longer. You’re dismissed.” She said as everyone made the quickest exodus out of the “gas chamber” as possible. As expected, I remained in the room, though I remained on the outer edge of the room as I had to acclimate myself with the gaseous aroma of Miss Adrian’s gas before approaching her a little better. She asked me to close the door behind the last person to depart and looked over as I had bashfully created a tent pole in my pants; of course that last fart turned me on.


“Just you I see…good.” Miss Adrian announced as she lifted up her right leg and release a couplet of bubbly farts out of her tight rear-end covered ass.


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“There we go!” She cried out in happiness as she felt a little relief leave her stomach as she fanned the putrid fumes of her farts over in my direction. Happily I sniffed them up. It was another burst of rotten egg-smelling gas that came out of her ass like a whoopee-cushion that was being utilized for about seven seconds each. I could smell the gas very well but could taste the gas a little bit as well, tasted a bit like steamed vegetables mixed in with rotten cheese and meat. I walked up to her and asked how she was feeling and what she had for lunch, trying to see if I could guess.


“Some broccoli and cheese….luckily I was able to get by with some SBDs during the rest of class….I hope no one was noticing.” She said with a short laugh as I knew she was a little bit oblivious to the inaccuracy of that statement.


“I think they smelled it.”


“Oh. Well I’m sure you liked it.”


“Of course.” I said as I offered my services to Miss Adrian for the next 20 minutes to help clean up the classroom and get things situated for the weekend. Luckily, or unluckily I guess, she had no more gas after that but what I thought was just her being done with her farts was actually just her holding it in. We had waited for everyone to walk out of school and for the hallways to be cleared before she asked if I was ready.


“I sure am. My parents should already be gone for the weekend.”


“And you are positive that they are okay with this?”


“They won’t know. I got my main essentials in my backpack; I’m just waiting for you.” I told her as she nodded her head. We walked out of the classroom and out toward the teacher parking lot, with Miss Adrian cutting a few tiny SBDs in the hallway, leaving a small but distinct vapor trail of her wretched gas for anyone to sniff. We finally arrived at her car, which was an actually nice-looking four-door sedan. The exterior and interior both looked relatively new. Miss Adrian went to talk with a fellow teacher for a second as she handed me the keys and allowed me to enter the vehicle. I was more than curious to see what the inside was going to be like and more importantly, what it smelled like. Opening up the car and stepping into the heated-up interior I found what I was looking for, a small stench that had to be part of the aftermath of one of her farts that morning. It was strong enough of a smell to be noticed, but weak enough so that the smell wasn’t going to bother me, but it was there. A couple of minutes had passed as I sat there in the vehicle, with me eagerly trying to sniff up the leftover smell inside of there. Miss Adrian then opened up the driver’s side door and sat down in her seat. Closing the door she began to unload her full complement of flatulence.
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