Gaseous State Teacher (extra 4)

When it comes to being a man, I am kilometers away from reaching that place. Before starting to date Carol, I believed that being a man meant being a dickhead, lift weights, make money and fuck bitches, so I stood by those standards for as long as I can remember. I genuinely thought that by not having sex I was less of a man, but I couldn’t have been more blind. 

For starters, my image of a man has changed in these past months. My ideal went from what I described before to being a dickhead with a soft side and a sense of humor, lifting weights to be able to carry my woman and use my strength to help her, make money to do the things I love and support my woman and, finally, fuck my woman with love. It’s a huge change in focus if you ask me, too complicated for my idiot brain to comprehend by itself. 

This is why dating Carol has become so important for me; helping her and loving her means much more than just having sex. A woman of her age is already thinking on late life stuff, while I am stuck here thinking what the hell I'm going to be doing for the rest of my life. 

One thing was sure though: I was going to be with Carol. Of course, the fear of her suddenly wanting another man and leaving me behind was a constant thing to overcome as of late, given our difference in age. She might like men with better looking bodies or older in age, after all. 

As I think about this, she finishes washing the dishes and disappears into her bedroom. My slumped body lies in front of the TV while my mind keeps wandering into places and thoughts. I was bold as fuck by proposing in front of my parents, even worse the entire school. If she were to leave me because I am less of a man than she desires, I would probably not recover for the rest of my life. 

The thought of making money was enough to make me try, and I had been, but working in a drive-thru was not very fun. Of course, that not everything can be fun is something I also learned thanks to her. But what else could I do? I couldn’t choose a career that could bore me to no end and work in it for the rest of my life, right? What the fuck would that be? Twenty-five percent Carol and seventy-five working on a job I dislike? Hell, I would rather get circumcised.  

But while I was thinking of all these things with my stare fixated at the ceiling, a familiar silhouette appears out of nowhere, completely naked.

Both her hands grab my face and I am forced to look up, where and upside-down Carol is proudly letting her breasts hang in front of my eyes. 

“Why are you so quiet, babe?” She smiles and lets her boobs rest on top of my eyeballs. “Are you unwell?” 

“I feel better now. I can’t remember what I was thinking, actually.” 

“Is it that simple to cause you amnesia?” her slightly cold hands slide through my neck and my Adam's apple. “Maybe my boobs are a menace to society.” 

“You sure are proud of your boobs, huh.” 

She giggles and straightens her back, letting me see again. 

“Of course, I am. Everything I eat goes to the right place, after all.” She begins to walk away, her booty giggling hypnotizingly with each step. 

“You wouldn’t believe where else the fat is going.” 

Not even halfway through my sentence, she belches a quick one that makes me slowly finish my vocabulary as I become enchanted by the sound. 

“I’m going to take a bath; I hope no Michaels join me, because I'm feeling cute today and that might be dangerous.”  

She walks away, her three holy mountains, belly, boobs and ass, bouncing and disappearing behind the bathroom door. If that was an enchanting spell specifically aimed at myself, it had been a hundred and one percent effective. 

I didn’t waste any time and undressed as soon as I arrived to the bathroom. However, my mind was still wandering away from time to time, and I as finished taking my clothes off, Carol grabs my arm and pulls me into the bath engulfing me in her arms after closing the curtains. She is completely wet and the water is already at perfect temperature. 

“Carol... you...” 

“Shh...” 

She shuts me off with a finger and the sound of the water surrounds us. After this, she begins rubbing a sponge with soap and starts cleaning my chest. As is usual, I do the same and rub any filth off of Carol’s body with my hands. This mutual exploration of our bodies is something that I will not get used to for the time being, as I still get aroused by feeling the softness and warmth of her naked, circulant body. 

“You’ve been awfully quiet today”, she mentions again, her sponge rubbing my back while she hugs me tighter. “Something on your mind?” 

“Eh, something like that...” I spoke, focusing on rubbing her back too. 

She keeps doing the same, pausing for a while before speaking again. 

“What are you thinking?” Carol stopped to look at me with a slight smirk. “Some pervy fantasy?” 

“If that was the case, I wouldn't be so calm.” My response was tranquil, but my eyes wanted to avoid hers as I felt inadequate at the moment. “I was just... thinking about my career.” 

“Oh, that.” She nods and grabs my face to look at me straight into my eyes. “Don’t worry, Michael. I’m sure you will find something that you like.” 

A kiss lands on my lips and I can’t help but to smile timidly. 

“I just don’t want to be a drag to you, you know? Like waste time and money looking for something I like or whatever.” 

“You dummy! It’s your life, not mine, so do what you want!” She beings to scold me just like when she taught me at school. “Why are you so desperate to find something anyways? You have your parents to take care of you for now, right?” 

“Yeah, but not forever.”  

She then gets quiet and we keep cleaning both our bodies until she speaks again with a tone a tad sad. 

“You’ve been really busy with your new job lately, and because they call you frequently, I haven’t seen you much.” 

“Oh, yeah. I guess nobody is as energetic as I am in their job, so they always call me whenever they need someone.” 

“I am worried, you know? What if you meet another girl and she likes you?” Her hands rub her belly.

With a worried expression that somehow looks cute as hell, Carol stares at my chest as she thinks of me doing unloyal things. Or at least that's what I believed she was thinking. I smirk at her unfounded beliefs. 

“There will definitely be another girl that I will love, and she will call you mom.” 

As secure as I was about what I had just said, Carol’s petrified expression and further silence made me uncomfortable, making me fluster and try to defuse the insane implications of what I had just said. 

“Uh... well, I just have been making up too many scenarios in my dumb head. And while I would like to... uh... you know, make a family. I still have a lot to do in order to make that a reality. Yeah, too much.” She lowered her head and her lips seemed to tremble for a moment, but a smile appeared on them as she looked back at me again. Something on her was different, as if those brown eyes were infatuated with the image of me. Lost somewhere in an imaginary realm far too distant for me to comprehend. 

“You are so mean...” Her voice quivers. 

“What?” 

“You were thinking about our future without even asking me what I think.” Her hands cupped my face and hers came closer until all I could see was her tired loving eyes. My breath was taken by a forced kiss that she didn’t let me get away from for some solid ten seconds. When finally breaking free, she sighted. “You can’t make this old woman go through these emotions so suddenly. You definitely need punishment.” 

“Punishment?” I ask with an utterly confused smirk. “So, you wanna roleplay?” 

Carol leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear. "I'm going to make you listen to me burp," she whispered. "Over and over again. And while you're listening, I'm going to touch you, tease you, until you can't take it anymore." 

The thought of being at her mercy, of hearing her burp repeatedly while she pleasured me, was almost too much to handle. I felt a surge of excitement, my body responding instantly to the promise of what was to come. My spine regurgitating a shiver so powerful it made me tremble, for myself wasn’t prepared for such proposal coming from her. My throbbing dick was already at maximum potential, rubbing against her. 

"Are you ready for your punishment, Michael?" Carol asked, her voice dripping with seduction. 

I nodded, unable to form words. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. “Whenever... you’re ready,” I manage to say, barely keeping it together. 

Carol smiled, a satisfied look in her eyes. "Good boy," she murmured, her hand reaching out to rub my sword. "You like my belly a lot, don’t you?” Her hand sank my hardening cock on the very center of her deep navel. 

“Fuck yes, I do,” I answer with my mind entering a blank state. 

Carol chuckled, a soft, musical sound that made my heart swell. "So honest, I'm glad you like it," she said, her voice playful. "I don’t like the idea of getting fat as a house and you dumping me for it.”  

With that, she took a deep breath and opened her mouth wide. A moment later, a soft, rumbling belch escaped her lips, echoing in bathroom and mixing with the sound of running water on our bodies. The sound was incredible, and her sensual sigh made for a perfect ending. 

My now grown little man was edging at the seams of her plump stomach. The warmth she shared with me was, as well as the vibrations of her insides were like the utmost perfect vibrator. I couldn’t help but grabbing her ass and pushing her closer to me. 

She kept swallowing air and making her esophagus rumble with every gulp. 

“If you stopped being attracted to me because I grew big and old, how would the kids feel?” She interrupted her swallowing to also grab my ass and speak very close to my ear. “You HAVE to take responsibility and fill me urp-,” A belch mid-sentence erupted from her, making her burp talk come to a close after she forcibly lets out an airy groan that invades my ears and leaves me deaf for a moment. “Fill me up frequently, okay?” 

I let a moan scape my lips unwillingly. “How many kids do you need? Give me a break.” 

“Too many, open your mouth." she said, her voice playful yet serious. 

With that, Carol took a deep breath and opened her mouth wide. A moment later, a loud, rumbling belch escaped her lips, echoing off the tiled walls of the shower. The sound was incredible, and I couldn't help but laugh in delight. Her stomach was moving a lot from all the air getting in and out of her, and it almost looked too big every single time I looked at it from above. 

“That came out too fast, let me do it again.” 

With that, she took another deep breath and opened her mouth wide. A moment later, a loud, forceful belch erupted from her lips, directly into my mouth. The sound was intense, vibrating through my skull as the warm air filled my mouth. I could taste the faint hint of alcohol in the remains of it, which was probably the wine from dinner. 

"Swallow," she commanded, her voice unusually authoritative mixed with the back and forth of her hand on my cock melted my will against her. 

I did as she instructed, the warm air sliding down my throat. The sensation was strange yet exhilarating; it made me feel like I was doing something incredibly sinful and stray. And we were, because this was by far the nastiest we had ever behaved with one another. Her navel kept sucking my cock in, rubbing it alongside her delicate fingers, and it wasn’t helping that she wasn’t backing down on the teasing. 

“Ugh, your dick is pushing my bowels...” an uncomfortable sigh comes out from her, and at the same time, a long, wet fart that almost made me think she had unloaded something from her insides. It sounded like she had it inside for long since it scaped without her applying any strenght. 

“Sorry, that was disgusting,” her voice lowers and breaks character for a moment. 

“Don’t worry, I already know you are a gas container.” 

“It’s not fair, you know?” she pouts, angry at my comment. “Being the only one getting fat and nasty while only you enjoy it.” 

The next thing comes too fast and she suddenly begins to rub my member against her stomach at a faster pace. Taking notice of what she just said, I attack her back by getting my hands under her and rubbing her weak spot. She releases a quiet squeal that was barely audible and stagnated her hand motions, but she went back to rubbing me even faster than before. 

Since I had already been given teasing for a while now, I was already reaching my limit. Her fast, yet gentle motions while engulfing my wang in her tummy was already too much stimulation, but I kept giving her clitoris and her boobs some good deep rubs and twists. 

All of a sudden, our mutual cleaning session had become a race to make the other cum first. And as expected, Carol unleashed her secret card and a natural, quick airy belch was blown to my face by her just after being expelled. The warmth of her belly and the strength of her hands on me were too much to bear, and soon enough, I couldn’t keep it inside, releasing it straight inside her belly button, which overflowed with my cum. 

I lost strength and pushed Carol against the cold shower wall, which I used to support myself while I pushed her clitoris harder and squished it so that she could also feel great. After having been ejaculated on in the belly in a literal shower, she apparently stopped thinking as we were already too far into the weird and just hugged me while my fingers did the rest.  

For a while, her legs kept twitching and pushing forward, her breath hitching on my ear as she let me caress her intimate places. She wasted no time in using my body for her own satisfaction either, smelling me and grabbing my ass a couple of times to send herself deeper into pleasure. 

Eventually, her breath became erratic and her body shivered, indicating she was close. I pushed harder into her and her thighs began to clench, trying to swallow my fingers deeper. 

Her moans became high pitched screams that she could no longer hide, slightly hurting my eardrums in the process. Her nails sank in my back while she just kept cumming and trembling, slowly stopping after a couple of seconds to take a breather in my shoulder. 

Our fluids fell to the shower floor from her legs and vagina, being washed away by the warm water. “So much for saving water, huh?” 

She sighs, smirking and tiredly laughing. Her hands come back down to grab my member, which is already throbbing again and she starts to rub once more. A couple of air gulps indicate she was about to burp again, but this time she pushed my head towards her and my ears are directly in range to be assaulted by her tongue were she to decide so. 

Not too long after, my eardrums begin to be attacked directly burp after burp. One after another, she unloads sounds so unladylike that I was not believing what was happening. From a teacher so strict that her classes were dead serious and polite to a burp session in the bathroom where she directly burped on my ears was a gap so huge I could have never imagined it a year ago.  

Her willing to do this for me, not leaving me any time to breathe and rubbing my dick had me in total bliss and under her control. A wet one sounded like she almost threw up in my ear, following by a short one with a sigh mixed with a groan, which was then followed by more swallowing, where I swear I could feel the air going down her throat, inflating her plump stomach which rubbed my sides with its softness. 

A pleasure so intense and continuous that my brain was not able to keep up, getting stuck on a burp to only get stimulated with another one. My breaths got out of control and I couldn’t control myself anymore, letting out a huge load again, this time on her hand. 

“Oh, wow. This is much more than the first time.” She giggled, examining the sticky fluid that slid through her fingers. “It’s amazing what such a disgusting thing can do to my cute student.” 

Too out of breath and tired to respond, I just look away in embarrassment. Many thoughts about how weird I was and how much I lack as a man were resurging. However, Carol took my jaw and made me look towards her again. 
“Next time make sure to do it inside. Ok?” 

Her fingers, still full of my fluids, were holding the bottom of her potbelly. Her smirk was tantalizing me in ways I couldn’t describe. And as if what she just said was nothing, she just began to wash her hand with the shower hose. I might need to start going to the gym only to keep up with these sessions.