In the behavior culture of our family, farting had always been a taboo. It literally never happened and it was seen as something very disgusting. I was socialized in a kind of philosophy that farting was something impolite and basically, I was warned that really nobody was going to fart neither in public nor around family members, which I believed indeed. I also felt something like that. I was happy not to fart and even more I was happy not to experience anyone else farting. But seventeen years ago, there was a summer which changed my life forever. In retrospective I would say it was the discovery and realization of my fart fetish. Even several years after that life-changing experience I hadn’t already noticed it was something that anyone else could also have and that it was called “Fart Fetish”. But it turned my feelings, especially my sexuality upside down. So, let me describe to you what happened that time with the aim that maybe some of you could understand and comprehend what made me feel the way since then:
2003 had a very hot summer, one of the hottest I could imagine. I was thirteen years old. There was summer vacation, which in Germany always lasted six weeks. In August we had our annual two-days-family-celebration at my aunt’s and uncle’s house. It was such a big house that even three families could have lived there. Although living in Central Europe we had such tropical temperatures outside and inside the house. My parents and I arrived around 2:30 p.m. Almost half of all family members I knew at that time were invited and most of them were present. We were warmly welcomed by my aunt, my uncle and my eleven years old cousin Julia. As long as I remembered Julia and I had played together since we both had visited each other. My dad’s family and my uncle’s family lived far away from each other and therefore, we were not usually able to meet more than once a year. Maybe that was the reason that even my cousin Julia seemed to have missed me as much as I was looking forward to getting to know the way she had changed since the year before. Personally, I was also happy to see her again, although I almost forgot the way she affected me. She had a relatively slim but feminine and delicate body figure, long light blonde hair with blue eyes, full lips, long legs. She was very tall for her age with around 5.1 feet. On that day, her hair was made into a braid. She was wearing a white short dress with some blue flowers and green leaves on it, perfect for such family occasions in summer. Although her braid seemed to be stuck together lovingly, a few highlights of her hair had leaked out of her braid and were moistened. The weather was so hot that even it was cooler inside while windows were shut, a typical dog day. Around 3 p.m. we had our coffee and cake, which took about an hour. After that my uncle and my dad started a good conversation. And so, my mom and some other relatives, my grandparents, all were involved and had a good time. Even my younger relatives were playing outside in the garden.
My cousin Julia asked me to come to her room to play with her. She probably had an urgent wish to show me everything she had learned to know since we met last time. She told me about her camping tour two months ago, the last birthday party of her best friend from school and lots of other things. We ended up sitting on the floor (she in her typical cross-legged position) playing some board games. Usually, I didn’t prefer playing such things but she really liked it and told me about exciting new levels which also would be fascinating for me as well. I don’t remember exactly how long we had been playing but it was in the middle of a game round when we both hadn’t talked for a while, because I had to make a decision what to choose next to reach the next step to a higher level. But suddenly I noticed without a warning that Julia let out a popping jackhammer-like fart (in a way like p – p – p – p – …) which must have lasted for about five seconds. I suddenly got frightened because at the first moment I thought it was something else.
The vibrating of the wooden floor in her room made me even feel her farting. I would never have thought it was coming from her so I looked at her face and she also seemed frightened and probably embarrassed. We surprisingly looked at each other like we both wouldn’t believe what had happened. I also felt embarrassed because I didn’t know what to do and to say for the first time. And while we looked at each other, she began to let out another fart sounding exactly the same which didn’t seem to stop and lasted for maybe twenty seconds. My tummy started tickling as if I were going up and down on a roller coaster, because I had never heard such noise before. It seemed so out of her character. While we kept on looking both astonished, there came a decent scent of carbon, which became stronger while she slowly began to smile. While that scent became so pungent and penetratingly benevolent at the same time, her smile switched slowly and unstoppably into blunt und pure laughing. Her face was so beautiful that I enjoyed every sight her face offered me to watch especially her beautiful lips and teeth while I couldn’t escape from the smell of that one hundred percent pure fart.
That combination of her face and the smell of her fart was stuck in my mind at that moment. While she was still laughing, she asked me “What’s wrong?” before adding something like “Don’t you dare to tell!”. Suddenly I got extremely aroused by Julia. She didn’t notice because I tried to think of the next level I wanted to achieve since. After a few minutes she let out another fart sounding like a motor-cycle maybe two or three seconds long, but this time she just smiled with a bit of enjoyment in her face without saying anything. I guess she knew that she didn’t have the feeling to hold it back in front of me. Some minutes later, when her legs were drawn up, she suddenly put her legs as close to the floor as possible before letting out another fart. It looked like she was trying to make it raunchier and louder. When she had released that fart, she was kind of grinning and saying sarcastically “Sorry.”, while a kind of saltier scent from the place where she was sitting came to develop and fulfil the whole room. After we both finished the ongoing game, we both sat next to each other with our backs against the wall. Then she kind of warned me by saying “I need to fart again.”, before she laid both her legs close to the floor with slightly open and let out a long but interrupted fart (it sounded like: prprp – prprp – prprp – prprp).
Some minutes later I heard someone knocking at the door, Julia suddenly jumped up and took a seat at her desk and said “Come in.” The door was opened by her mom/my aunt who told me to prepare my bedroom for the night. So, I went to the place, which was going to be my sleeping room for the following night, but I felt and wished that I could have spent more time with Julia that moment, because I guessed she probably had more farts to release and unfortunately I was not around her. After I prepared the bed in my sleeping room, it was about 7 p.m. and we all went for lunch which lasted for around two hours. I wished I would have spent the evening with Julia alone, but about one or two hours later Julia went to bed and there was no further reason to stay up much longer. The next morning, we had breakfast around 8 a.m. after which my parents and I packed our things for leaving. Then I realized I had forgotten my watch in Julia’s room the day before, after my aunt told me to prepare my bedroom. I knew exactly where my watch was. So, I went to Julia’s room, knocked at her door and asked her to let me in to pick up my watch. But she didn’t answer, so I carefully opened the door and realized she was not in her room. I finally found my watch and was ready to go, when I saw some clothes on her floor. Easy to see, it was the white short dress with blue flowers and green leaves she had worn the day before. Suddenly my heart began beating faster and faster, because I realized that I indeed entered the deepest privacy of my cousin Julia. The next moment I got a fright when I saw some white panties, because I knew it had to be hers, although I had never seen Julia wearing them directly. But there was no doubt that those panties on the floor were those she had also worn the day before when she was letting out all those beautiful farts. I really began to tremble because I knew I had a chance to check out that smell of them. I took her panties, looked inside and noticed a medium brown stain over the whole part where her butt-cheeks had to be placed.
There was such a huge stain which reached through her vagina area up to the part where traces of urine could be expected. For me, her panties looked like she didn’t know how to wipe herself after the toilet. Probably she wiped in the “wrong” direction. I slowly but automatically put that cotton area up to my nose to take a slight deep becoming whiff. What I inhaled was almost impossible. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever experienced. THE ULTIMATE HEAVEN. I was not able to describe it in words, but it was a combination of heavy musty sweat filling with traces of old shit after (probably careless) wiping. They smelled like she had worn them for days over many days without changing and without showering herself. I immediately got an erection. But I didn’t have a chance to satisfy that huge desire so I took that part of cotton named Julia’s panties into my pocket and I thought I could hardly wait to come home to enjoy it. I went out of Julia’s room down to the house lobby where my parents were waiting for me to tell me that we three had to leave now. My aunt went outside in the garden and called her daughter: “Julia, they gotta go. C’mon!”. Julia ran out of the garden into the house to the lobby to be part of the decent host family who played the role of the warm goodbye committee telling us “It was a great pleasure for us to have welcomed you three. Bon voyage and we are looking forward to you coming to visit us again!”. When she was Julia, the well-mannered host daughter standing in the lobby, she was wearing a short and skinny jean with a light green T-shirt and her hair was open. I wanted her to be the last one I said goodbye to. When I squeezed my aunt for goodbye, I noticed Julia staring at me. When she noticed that I noticed her staring at me (How confusing, wasn’t it?) she suddenly looked somewhere else as if she had felt like being caught with anything. When it was my turn to squeeze Julia for goodbye she smiled and I couldn’t recognize if she was trying to hide her laughing or her crying. It all went so fast and my heart was beating like crazy while I was overwhelmed by her and thinking of what I got in my pocket from her. Around 9:30 a.m. we left for home.
When we had arrived at home again, I ran into my room, locked the door and even pulled down the curtain to be on the safe side. Then I grabbed into my pocket while my heart seemed to explode, opened my jeans, went to bed and started doing what REALLY had to be done. I put my nose into that beautiful Julia-raped victim of cotton, put my nose into that darkest part of her panties and inhaled so slowly because I feared the beauty I smelled would break immediately. But it was so unbelievably strong and I could not resist masturbating and my orgasm came about 30 seconds later. Never before and after it came faster than that time. After that I immediately need to start masturbating again. I repeated that process several times more the following night. It felt so necessary like sleeping, drinking, eating. I imagined her tender face, her round voice, her lips which always tended to start laughing, the smell of her fruity and sometimes cheesy breath in the middle of the day, when we were close face to face, her whole body in different situations, captured on my mind and on several pics I collected, and the smell of her farts, but in all situations, I was enjoying the beauty of HER scents additionally by caressing that cotton with my nose. From that moment on my sexuality was focused exclusively on Julia. But because she was my cousin I neither forced me to talk to her about my feelings nor did I ask her anything what she might feel like. What would our parents think if I…? But I noticed and realized every possible thing about her. Whenever I met Julia, I collected all her beauty. I learned to know with all my senses for a moment when I was able to allow myself to enjoy at least my imagination of her. Even now at twenty-eight Julia is still my main fantasy and the temple of my desire.
