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Times were different now. Mark couldn’t explain it, but his anatomy would be interested in seeing Natalie nude again. Maybe even kiss her hole again. He didn't know. Being a horny young Freshman was a confusing and trialing time for Mark. As he was led onto the living room couch, Mark had the urge that those trials were about to get worse. “I think you remember the position Mark.” said Natalie with a shove. He most certainly did. Mark knelt below the cushions, his face planted upside; a comfy cushion for his mistress. Natalie smiled deviously and took her place on the throne.

Mark tensed up, the familiar grasp of her booty encasing him. Just like always, she took a few seconds to get her hole adjusted to Mark’s nose. Just like always, her thighs were crossed, tightening the grip around Mark’s neck. Just like always, Mark sat in silence and fear, listening. Most of the time, he heard his frantic breathing underneath her mountainous amounts of fabric and booty scent. Now he also heard his heart, pumping blood to fuel his growing erection. There was a grumble. FFFFRRRRRAAAAPPPBBLLTTT! Natalie sighed. Her TV time had begun.

BBRLLLRRPPPPTTT! BBBBLLLLLBBLBLBL! FRRRRUUMMMPPPPTTT! Her farts rang out stronger and smellier than ever. Mark tried his hardest to ignore them, instead, focusing on Natalie's gorgeous ass. PPPP LLLL TTTT! She sure made it hard. Every fart vibrated against the walls of her cheeks, giving Mark the slightest erotic tickle. He hated the smell that came afterwards-but the touch, oh it was glorious. It was a playful little way of letting him know who was in control. He hated it-but he loved it.

Commercial time came. Natalie yawned. “So how’s Highschool going, faggot? I assume you haven’t met any girls.” Faggot. Another insult Natalie armed herself to humiliate her toy. “Uh, no.” said Mark. It was true. Mark didn’t want to be rude and blow his chances,(if any) with this one. BBRRRRPPPPTTT! “Like I said, no shit.” said Natalie. “No girl wants to stick her vag out for a little shit-face like you. You’re tainted property.” BBRRRRMMMMPPPTTT! The words hit hard as the fart she released. Mark knew her speech for a long time. This wasn’t hard to get. She was being sincere. “That’s why you called me up, hmmm Marky? Trying to get some fart back in your life, you little shit smeller?” “No I-!” started Mark, before: PPPRRRRRUMMMMPPPTT! “Oh shutup Mark,” continued Natalie. “I know how this works. No way you’d want me back here unless you were a sick little shit. I had to find three other kids to babysit. None as pathetic as you apparently.” FFFLLLLRRPPPTTT! Mark couldn’t help it. His anger built up to much. “I don’t like you, or your stinky ass! I just wanted to…” Mark’s words hung in limbo. To his surprise, Natalie lifted off his face. She looked down at him, puzzled. “Wanted to fuck me?” Mark looked away, then at her asscheeks, then back in Natalie's eyes. “I...yes.” he said. Natalie laughed. Then she took her pants off.

Mark reveled in the sexiness of her ass. What little imagination Mark had used with her yoga pants was eroded away. Her sexy, plump white ass sat on his face. Mark missed this, cheek to cheek, her body heat rubbing against his face. His boner grew another inch, to the point of bursting. Even the scent of her butthole gave him shivers. GRRRRRR PPTTT! Her abrupt fart changed the tone...but only a little. “That better for you, bitch?” asked Natalie. “I...yeah.” said Mark. He didn’t know if smelling her farts straight from the source was a good idea. But having a half naked chick sit on him was something of a dream. “Kiss it, fartboy.” said Natalie. Mark didn’t hesitate, feeling her squishy butthole ripples mix onto his lips. FFRRRRAAPPPPTTT! Her butthole kissed him back, as if greeting a long-lost playmate.

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A few more hours went by. There was TV and more farting. There was also more shit-talking from Natalie. “Can’t believe you like this you little shit. When I was a freshman, I knew guys ten times manlier than you. I bet I’m the only girl you know!” Again, Natalie had him. At this moment however, Natalie was the only thing Mark wanted. He needed to convince her he was a man...do something! His tounge graduated to her pussy lips. With great courage, he shoved them inside. “Ha! That’s damn right, you better lick me, faggot. Faster!” Yelled Natalie, tapping his balls. Looks like that didn’t work, thought Mark.

Mark took stink from both ends. BURRRAAHH PPT! The fart rolled into his nose, the scent of garlic and garbanzo beans sweeping his brain. Mark tried his hardest to block it out. His tounge was getting tired, but he pretended his dick was in for substitution. He could almost feel his dick going deeper in Natalie’s pussy. She’d get wet, telling Mark to get going, go harder go deeper. “Harder, deeper!” said Natalie. FFRRRRUUUPPPTTTT! Feuling Mark’s imagination, Mark shoved his tounge deeper inside. Suddenly, Natalie removed herself, planting her ass over Mark’s mouth. BBBBBLLLRRRRUUUPPPPPTTTTTT! “Ahhhhh,” she moaned, her fingers reaching for her crotch. Mark screamed against her butthole as his mouth was filled with fart. Natalie giggled and moaned; Mark felt her pussy juice dripped as her fingers did the work Mark had left off at. After an eternity, she rose. Mark gasped and collapsed to the floor.

“Good job, Marky. That’s a start. At least you know how to please a woman. I really needed that release.” Natalie giggled to herself. Mark was pretty sure she was talking about the fart still circling his mouth. “ Just got a text from your parents. They're gonna be home in about 45. So go shower and whatnot, I’ll tuck you in soon.” Natalie reached for her phone and collapsed on the sofa chair. Mark stood and looked at her in disgust. He couldn’t take it. This wasn’t what he signed up for. “Natalie, I-” “Go Mark! I got plenty more ass rippings where that came from!” Natalie lifted her ass towards Mark and let a raunchy fart escape. PPPPRRRRRTTTSSSSPPP! Mark’s face turned red as her eggy scent flew his way. Nothing was working. He decided to take a different tactic. His hands and knees met the ground. “Please Natalie! Just once please! I wanna fuck you, please!” he begged. His lips met her ass again. “I’ll do anything!” Natalie looked up from her phone and smiled. She stood above her slave. “Open your mouth.”

Mark kneeled in fear, but reluctantly closed his eyes and did so. He felt her ass on his face, her butthole scraping his tounge. “You ready for, ‘anything’?” asked Natalie. Mark coughed. He could feel her butthole already releasing her stench. “Yes, plrushe.” said Mark. Natlie sighed, then grinned.