Your most memorable fart sniffing/listening experience. share and sniff..

okay, i dont know if I told this earlier in the thread..but this goes back to my childhood when I sniffed my teacher's SBD. Her name was Ritu. she shud be about 35 then, a MILF of wheatish complexion with a perky ass and good hair. In those days, we had to prepare charts on various topics that wud be then set up on huge frame-boards in differnt floors of the school. So, while she was fixing the board with some pins, I was busy admiring her. Remember I was a kid, so Iwas just studying the curves of her body, which made her different from the tiny boob-less girls of my class.. I probably came to the level of her waist, back in those days. As I began to stare at her ass, and the fulness of it, as she was giving me tips on how to my work better, there comes this really offensive rotten eggs smell, her kinky fart hits me right in the nose.. I looked at Ritu, her face, I remember, had a guilty, uncomfortable expression on it. She didn't care about me sniffing her fart, she seemed to need a take shit real bad. Then she tells me "Just wait here, I will come back in a moment"
and off she strode with her MILF fart trailing from her ass to my nose. It was a really potent one, I believe her funk lingered on after she had gone to the toilet to the other side of the class. I still get a hard-on when I think of that puski (Indian terms for silent but deadly fart). She came back in 15 mts and I remember, I was still in a trance of the drug-like effect of her fart on me. Yes, yuo can say she was instrumental as one of the earliest women in making me love this fetish. Thank you teacher for making me apprecative of the gifts of nature like a woman's fart :)

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Originally Posted by lololo

I still think for me, when me and a friend were playing video games, she got up and I laid Down where she was sitting. She decided to just sit right down and continue playing. After a while she said you should move, I have to fart. I said she wouldn't but so she just say your choice. She farted and it was very enjoyable. I just said eh I've heard better and kept playing. For about an hour she farted a few more times. Luckily, we're great friends, so she's not awkward about farting or burping.

Infact one time at her house, her friend was also over and we were just talking. Her friend mentioned how when they were together, she would do real dirty sounding ones. I just said Pfft your lying and so eventually, she decided to fart a few times and they were great.
The only thing is, being best friends it'd be pretty awkward to mention anything beyond being great friends.

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If you don't mind me asking. Was the girl hot and what did the farts sound like? Theres this girl I work with thats a gamer and she has a nice body with perky tits, wide hips, nice legs and thighs. :D Her ass is kind of flat, but wide and jiggly with a deep crack. I fantasize us hanging out, playing games of course, and her ripping long bassy farts or long bubbly farts with no shame. :D And your story makes me think of her.

And while playing she challenges me to a bet that I have to smell one of her farts if I lose. Which I do, and I get to bury my face in her ass and take one of her huge farts to the face. :D :D

Well she's kinda my best friend in a sister sorta way so it's difficult to think of her as hot. I mean she's blonde with medium hair and she's kinda petite in a way. But she's got that young innocence look to her. Anyway now it's kinda odd to think of old stories cause or my current GF who is willing to fart for me

Thats funny. The girl im talking about is kind of small with short blonde hair. We might be talking about the same girl lol. j/k What did her farts sound like?

Edit to add: Dude I wont lie, u really got me curious with that last post lol. Is she 22? and dont give her name but does it start with a M by any chance? Sorry for all the qudstions. If you can just answer those for me Ill leave you alone. ::funny

Nah man definitely a different girl lol.

that would be fucking crazy if it was the same girl hah

Hi!
This is my first post here.
My first (and still the best) farting experience was with an ex-girlfriend when I should fuck her from behind. As she was taking her position on all four in fron of me she accidently let out 2-3 pffffrrrttttt...pfrrrrttttr...pffrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt ttt
She was flattered but I was in heaven. And Iäm getting hard as I'm writing this....

I've posted it elsewhere but this is my most memorable fart experience.

Many years ago my Aunt Anne happened to be visiting and one Sunday morning I came home to find her sitting, talking in the kitchen with my mother and grandmother. After a while my Aunt Anne broke wind and at first I thought that's all it was. However, she carried on doing smelly farts and I soon realised that she needed a poo and badly. I was too polite to say anything about it and so were the others present. As time passed by she was farting nineteen to the dozen whilst
remaining as cool as a cucumber from the waist upwards. The smell and noises coming from under her skirt were powerful to say the least. Oh boy, she was really a smelly girl! Luckily it was more the 'stewed veg' variety than the 'rotten egg' one.

This carried on for about half an hour and just as I thought Aunt Anne was about to poo herself she got up, said "Excuse me," and hurried to the outside toilet which, luckily for her, wasn't too far away. As luck would have it, Aunt Anne managed to get to the loo in time and, barely making it, narrowly avoided an accident.

Whilst she was out there my grandmother ventured the opinion that Aunt Anne didn't 'go' as often as she should, a view with which my mother agreed and which was understandable at the time, whether or not it was strictly correct or not.

I remember Anne returning and washing her hands at the kitchen sink, a little less thoroughly than I'd have thought the situation demanded, as there was no washbasin in the then outside loo. That loo did have a powerful flush which would effortlessly removed all evidence of her visit. Although I never saw the results I'm quite confident that she would have done a panful, not least of all because I have perfectly just suspicion that she'd not 'done anything' on the #2 front for a good two or three days. I also know that she would have dined well at the house where she was staying. At least she made plenty of room for her Sunday lunch that day!

Subsequently I've often wondered what it would have been like if she'd left it a moment too long and messed herself. It was certainly a close run thing though and I don't think she was far off having an accident. Another thirty seconds would, I’m sure, have made a big difference. It was the closest I've known a woman get to pooing herself whithout actually doing it. I loved Aunt Anne very dearly though and this story is in no way a criticism of her.

This experience did have some consequences though. It left me with a slightly specialist interest in women called Anne or Ann needing to go to the loo. I know it's not logical but the idea formed in my mind that holding until desperate was a very 'Anne' thing to do.

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Originally Posted by Adrian69702016

I've posted it elsewhere but this is my most memorable fart experience.

Many years ago my Aunt Anne happened to be visiting and one Sunday morning I came home to find her sitting, talking in the kitchen with my mother and grandmother. After a while my Aunt Anne broke wind and at first I thought that's all it was. However, she carried on doing smelly farts and I soon realised that she needed a poo and badly. I was too polite to say anything about it and so were the others present. As time passed by she was farting nineteen to the dozen whilst
remaining as cool as a cucumber from the waist upwards. The smell and noises coming from under her skirt were powerful to say the least. Oh boy, she was really a smelly girl! Luckily it was more the 'stewed veg' variety than the 'rotten egg' one.

This carried on for about half an hour and just as I thought Aunt Anne was about to poo herself she got up, said "Excuse me," and hurried to the outside toilet which, luckily for her, wasn't too far away. As luck would have it, Aunt Anne managed to get to the loo in time and, barely making it, narrowly avoided an accident.

Whilst she was out there my grandmother ventured the opinion that Aunt Anne didn't 'go' as often as she should, a view with which my mother agreed and which was understandable at the time, whether or not it was strictly correct or not.

I remember Anne returning and washing her hands at the kitchen sink, a little less thoroughly than I'd have thought the situation demanded, as there was no washbasin in the then outside loo. That loo did have a powerful flush which would effortlessly removed all evidence of her visit. Although I never saw the results I'm quite confident that she would have done a panful, not least of all because I have perfectly just suspicion that she'd not 'done anything' on the #2 front for a good two or three days. I also know that she would have dined well at the house where she was staying. At least she made plenty of room for her Sunday lunch that day!

Subsequently I've often wondered what it would have been like if she'd left it a moment too long and messed herself. It was certainly a close run thing though and I don't think she was far off having an accident. Another thirty seconds would, I’m sure, have made a big difference. It was the closest I've known a woman get to pooing herself whithout actually doing it. I loved Aunt Anne very dearly though and this story is in no way a criticism of her.

This experience did have some consequences though. It left me with a slightly specialist interest in women called Anne or Ann needing to go to the loo. I know it's not logical but the idea formed in my mind that holding until desperate was a very 'Anne' thing to do.

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hot, my friend...
contribute liberally to this thread...everyone doesn't end up with girls farting directly on their face, most of us have sniffed or heard girls/women farting in our presence...we have rejoiced the incredible moment , for them, it is just gas from ass, for us it is fresh oxygen for our cocks. share the stories..

when I was a teen. I would go to malls and department stores and fine narrow places ,like book stores and clothing racks. I know it was wrong and I was lucky I never got into any trouble. I would pass by women who had nice big bottoms and touch their bottoms. This one time , I seen this middle age blond with a big bottom looking at clothes. I couldn`t help it. I kept walking by her touching her bottom. The last time I did it ,she passed gas. I think she did it thinking it would turn me off and make me stop touching her big bottom. If she only knew.