One time in college I was being used by a girl I liked, and spent a couple hours fixing her god awful paper at my apartment. Before she came over, I had gone to the costco food court and eaten a chicken bake, 2 slices of pizza, and a polish dog. We sat down on my couch and I worked with her. The entire time I had to fart so fucking bad; immense pressure was building inside my anus to the point where I thought if I shifted in my seat too briskly it would explode out of my rectum. There were faintly audible internal farts, pops, and groans as the gas thrashed around inside by bowels but I tried my best to disguise it with my voice. I knew that even if I went to the bathroom, there would be no guarantee I would be able to let it out quietly-- as it was, I had to physically concentrate on tightening my asshole to keep it in safely.
Finally after several hours of holding in the brewing storm, she got up to leave. I followed her to the door and closed it behind her. The instant the door closed, with my hand still on the handle, I spread my legs a little, bent over slightly, and grimaced as a raging tempest of hot gas surged out of my asshole. There was a sharp crack, a deep rumble, and then a gurgle as my sphincter struggled under the onslaught. The gust lasted for a good 5 or 6 seconds and it left my butthole stinging.
Several moments after it was over, I heard very clear footsteps from outside-- I looked at the window a few feet from the door and saw that, although the blinds were closed, it was wide open.
She never asked for help again.
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06-24-2013, 11:59 PM
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