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Gaseous State Teacher (extra 3)
🕑 Added 2024-11-20 13:11:23 +0000 UTC
When laying on the bed, her heavy breaths became apparent, as well as mine. Her mess of a shirt was slightly showing her underbelly and one of the buttons in her chest had popped open. She still smelled like the soft fragrance of sunflowers she puts on her o mornings before going to work at schools. Her round boobs were a delicate, yet invasive statement of how her body had matured to become the breedable meat feast that I had before my eyes.
But above it all, her wide stomach coupled with the stored food inside made for a woman that was big in all senses. Because of this, I also had become big in many senses of the word. She was made aware of this as it twitched on her lower abdomen. And now that I was closer to her, I could see her nipples stick out behind her messy shirt.
“You are not wearing a bra?”
My assumption troubles her, and she hides her face behind her hands, peeking through her fingers.
“I wanted to surprise you, but instead you took the first step.”
“o-oh...”
Embarrassed at her will to seduce me, I stay still for a second, processing the incredibleness of what she just admitted and its implications. Then, I decide to move forward and let myself fall slowly into her, although not into her mouth. My face went right between her breasts, both almost the size of my head. I kissed her milk sacks with the most tenderness I am able to achieve as she just watches. I keep going down until I find the part I like the most: her abdomen.
It wouldn’t be wrong to say that this part of her body is the one that allowed us to become attracted to each other. One could defuse this by saying that I would have fallen for her either way since she accepted me for who I was and allowed me to surpass my inadequacies. However, she was in dire need of someone accepting her for who she was too, and that could only have happened as fast as it happened because of her stomach and it’s gassiness.
I grab her bloated gut and sink my lips on it, kissing it and feeling all her soft skin as much as my hands are able to engulf in them.
“Always for my belly first...” she protests, pouting. “I’m fine with it, but it gets boring over here, you know?”
“Patience is a virtue, babe.”
My hands sink slightly in her upper belly as I massage her full stomach. It groans in protest as well when pressing a little harder. Some air seems to want to escape from her because of the sudden pressure applied, which makes Carol regurgitate a burp so wet that if she hadn’t forcefully closed her mouth, she could have brought back all the pasta and wine.
“I don’t have patience for my belly being mistreated.”
“Well, someone shouldn’t have eaten so much and then burp in my ear then.” I smirk and rub her navel with a finger.
“Sometimes I have a hard time believing that you like my burps that much so, I keep doing it to see your reaction...” she covers her boobs with both hands and looks down at my thing, which is not as hard as it was before, but it still conserved a decent size.
“Really?” I answer, genuinely surprised. “You think that after all our passionate nights?”
“I... I’m just kind of... well... frustrated. That I can’t get you hard by just being naked in front of you.”
At that time, it finally downed on me that she might not experience sex with me like I do. Usually, I don’t get erect with anything, but I can instantly get to a hundred percent if she just burps. From the outside, it probably looks like I’m only attracted to her burps and not her body or personality. I began to believe that I was too unexperienced with these things compared to her, so I slowed down and proposed her something.
“Then, what if you test me?” I sit on the bed by her side.
“Test you?”
“If you think I am just using you for sex, then we can stop and have some time to think.”
She sat on the bed as well and adjusted her glasses.
“If you put it like that, I look like the bad one here.” She reflected with a sad expression.
“I don’t want to do things you don’t want to do, Carol. Oh, and I am kind of an idiot at these things, so sorry, hehe.”
I rub the back of my head while trying to not look at her. The situation was already awkward enough and I didn’t want to make her even more uncomfortable, so I just spoke my mind. However, she then crawled towards me, her boobs hanging like cow milk ready to be milked, taking me by surprise and almost making me fall off the bed.
“I never said I don’t want to.” Her dead serious tone of voice told me everything I needed to know.
“And I never said I don’t like your body.” I answer timidly. For the first time, I feel overpowered by her resolve to fuck.
Her nipples rub the skin of my crotch and a tingling sensation runs through my veins.
“Then why are we arguing?” she asked, still with a serious demeanor.
“You... You said that you don’t believe I like you outside of your burps!”
“Then prove it to me, Michael!”
As if her entire personality had shifted, she grabbed my thing and began rubbing it with her slender fingers. Even if she looked slightly angry like when she teaches at school, her softness was still noticeable when handling my private parts.
“Just look at me while I don’t burp.” She kept rubbing and playing with my genitals while completely controlling me, pushing me to fall on the bed and resting her body on half of mine. This way, her weight was not heavying on me, and I was able to still take a good look at her body. Her eyes were mesmerizing behind those glasses, like they expected great things from me at that very moment.
“I like you, Michael. But I don’t want to just be your sex doll.”
“Aren’t I the sex doll right now?” I tried to concentrate on her words as much as I could. It turns out that talking while you are being masturbated it’s rather difficult.
The calming sensation of her soft boobs resting on me was heavenly enough, but her belly was also resting on me, which amplified the experience. However, she was definitely holding back her burps now, which she kept swallowing and suppressing every time she seemed to feel like it. It wasn’t surprising that the amount of gas in her was bigger this time around since she had just eaten, and was now technically “exercising”.
Her fingers did every kind of repeated movements on my crotch, but it never really got to the hardest it could be. A concentration so deep that her eyes looked menacing was rather intimidating on my little boy too, which didn’t help. She looked at me and robbed me of every breath as every kiss she gave me was overpowering.
However, since she had gotten so used to burping without stop around me, she was now feeling the pressure inside of her reach limits that she didn’t know were breakable. Groans could be constantly heard coming from deep inside her, and her throat kept growling like a mini monster that was angry at Carol for constantly swallowing her own gas.
This anticipation, along with the constant stimulation from her soft hands and body was beginning to make me hard for real.
“Ugh...” she protested, a groan rising up inside of her and stopping right in her chest, elongating it’s sound more than it should. “I... I can’t. I feel nauseous.”
“Carol... Just... do it already.” I begged, unconsciously arching my body as her hands never stopped to give me pressure.
“Fu-urp. Fuck.”
A leftover was released, being enough to get me in a trance of pleasure. My ears were bombarded with her throat noises, which she made sure to get close to me as they began to escape through her open mouth. She was so desperate to get all the air out that she never really closed her mouth, instead leaving it open right in my ear.
Growls rising from her chest slowly got out from her lips, although not in powerful burps, as they had gotten stuck. Once she relaxed her muscles and breathed deeply, the air in her esophagus finally scaped in an airy belch that shook my ear not with its force, but with its wetness. Burps so drowned you would think you were underwater wet out, one smaller than the other.
Since I was at my limit already and I was at my maximum size, she began using all her hand to pleasure me, rubbing up and down to ensure she was providing me the best experience possible. The air she released at the beginning was enough to let her feeling better, but she kept burping in my ear time and time again, pushing her belly out and in every time against my torso.
Eventually, her burps were no longer natural, and instead were from her swallowing air and letting it out once she felt full again. Repeating this process three times eventually led me to an overload in pleasure, squeezing every bit of my sperm out of me as she burped and moaned afterwards right inside my mouth, assaulting my senses one last time in the closest way possible.
The air she held inside of her forcibly entering my mouth in a tongue kiss left me seeing stars. An experience so utterly violating that my body was unable to react for ten solid minutes.
All I remembered after that was Carol gently rubbing my chest while resting on my shoulder as I hugged her. Nothing more was needed to be said after such a weird, chaotic and deeply personal experience.
