By Jason on 3 March, 1998
Well I was going to go to the movies and the neighbor girl asked if she could come. I said yes and of course we were all good friends so her mom said she could go too. Now this girl was 10 years old blonde hair brown eyes a real beauty. She was wearing her red turtleneck and blue jeans. She look so awesome that I could just gobble her up. Also had her hair in a ponytail which didn't help either I love ponytails.
Well something must have made her have gas because as soon as she got in the car she let out this monster fart you couldn't think this little girl could do that. Well I was suprised at that because I never heard her fart before. I said "Ashley was that you?" She said "Yes" and started to giggles and fart little farts. Well we continued to the movies her farting and me smelling. I never told her they smell bad because they actually didn't. But to play I said "You stink." We both laughed
Well we got to the movies she went to the bathroom I guess to let out more gas and to go to the bathroom and stuff. She comes out of the bathroom and says "I hate to be the one to use that stall after me." I said 'Well I assure you it won't be me". We laughed again Well we went into the movie and we sat down by a cute boy that my neighbor seemed to like. So she held her gas in. She started talking to this boy. Then she whispered in my ear she had to fart. I told her it is dark in here nobody will know it was you hopefully it will not be loud. Well she let out a soft but smelly one because I know I smelled it and I was sure that boy smelled it too. The boy said "What is that smell?" She said "I don't smell anything " and she changed the subject.
The movie was lousy so I didn't blame them for talking. I wasn't watching the movie much either because I was high on gas from my neighbor, because she keep farting those silent smelly ones. Well anyway the movie ended and they were sill talking as we were walking out of the movie she let out a loud fart. The boy said "It was you the whole time." Well she got embarrassed and turned beet red. Then the boy said "You smell nice." Ashley said "Really?" He said "Yes I love the way your farts smell." You see he was a fart smeller just like me but I couldn't tell her I liked her farts because I am 21 and she is 10 but this boy was around her age 10 or 11. So she eased up. He said "Can I call you sometime?" she said yes and they exchanged phone numbers. Now on the way home she was still letting off farts but couldn't stop talking about that boy. Well now she is not afraid to fart around me. And when that boy is over you know there is alot of fart action going on. I also see them in the yard farting away. Me I sit back enjoy my life and never forget that day at the movies.
by Guess who? on Thu Mar 5, 1998
...as told from a fart's point of view.
Hi again, everyone. Lenci here, which is short for "Flatulencia". As you know, I am a female fart, and I pop up in the guts of females. I have a very mischievous disposition, and sometimes enjoy embarrassing the women I come bursting out of...my "hostesses". Right now, I have just found out that I am forming inside the bowels of a 21 year old cheerleader. She is at cheerleading camp, and aspires at becoming a cheerleader for a team such as the Raiders, Chargers, or Redskins. How do I know all this? After all, I am deep inside her guts...I will tell you, we farts somehow have amazingly keen senses. We somehow know what the person we form inside looks like on the outside. We can sense what is in their minds, and what's going on around them. Plus, we have very keen eyesight and we can see well in very low light, which is a good thing, since the insides of their guts tend to be dark. We sometimes can peek through people's navels and look around, especially when their navels aren't obstructed by things like thick clothing and huge navel jewels...the latter being very rare.
I do know that the woman whom I am inside of right now is named "Heather". She is practicing and learning some cheering routines and leaps right now...whew, what a ride I am getting as she bounces through the air. And I thought my stay in that belly dancer was raucous. Heather stands 5 foot 6 inches tall and has sky-blue eyes and very light blonde hair, that is straight and floaty. I am inside her body, and if I could be frank, I am sharing accomodations with some shiny brown logs of digested food in her intestines. There is still room for me to bop around in here, though. Wheeeeee, there she goes, doing cartwheels. I'm enjoying this roller-coaster ride inside of her. I think I will start my little fun now...I am still small, but growing bigger by the minute. She knows about me by now...she can feel me pressing against her insides. I run myself briskly against the walls of her tubes and sway back and forth, making gurgling sounds. She is cheering away, along side the other girls, watching the instructor...she is nervous, hoping that she can do well and perform with the best of them...that she doesn't disappoint her parents.
I am doing a little inspection of her guts right now...from what I can see, she looks beautifully healthy. When I am inside someone, and I see something questionable in them, I only wish there is a way I could let them know what's in them...nobody can understand my language, though...no human can understand, anyway. She is working hard...the hard muscles in her legs moving and propelling us through the air...perspiration forming in her thin orange sherbert-colored shorts, t-shirt, and support bra... "GROOOWWWLLL"...I just made her stomach growl loudly as I expand...I am bloating her out, now....more and more....making her stomach strain and buckle against the elastic waist band of her shorts...giving her searing pains with my own gassy body... "GROOOWWWLL...Gurgle gurgle gurgle."...I am whipping around in her...pressing against the turds in here with me...I know since I am bloating her tummy out, the band of her shorts must be digging into her belly, making a red imprint. She wants to push me out, but is very afraid that the other women will hear me and smell me. I plan to stink like a loaded diaper in the sun!
I tumble topsy-turvy inside her as she does another cartwheel. The incessant russle of her pom-poms is in my little farty ears. She shakes her hips back and forth, jiggling me around...I know I must feel uncomfortable, as I press and bloat, press and bloat. I don't care how much they are playing music, clapping, yelling, and russling pom-poms,- my voice will be heard when I emerge with a BANG! She is still energetically springing around....and I travel along inside her, bigger than ever. I can hear the soft thump of her rubbery-sneakered feet as she hits the grass after her leaps and all. Whoops, I almost sneaked out, but her anus clamped up tightly just in time, right before I could detonate. Another cartwheel, and we both rotate around....I spin farty little head over farty little heels. Hmmm, by the way, I sense her period is about to start. Well, here I am, deep inside her little ass, preparing to leap out at the next opportunity.
"GRUUUUMBLE...GROWWWWL", yes, I am rumbling inside her, loudly. The wet poop in her also wants out. I think some might sneak out when I barrel through the exit door, and leave a "distinguishing mark" on her panties. How can she stand me inside her now?-I have grown to mammoth proportions. How can she stand the discomfort? It won't be long, now. Before, I was just a little bubble slithering around inside her, and now I am the big Bertha of fart bubbles. I am relentlessly knocking on her exit door... "GROWWWWWWL!" I yell. I hear her groan in pain due to my mass and annoyance. I....want....OUT. This would be the perfect time, with all those other girls around! I sense them...all their little noses I shall enter in a few moments....I shall go into ALL of their noses. Some are oily...some are sweaty...some are freckled...some are powdered. I will slip down into their lungs as they inhale me and look at their lungs. I can tell if any have been sneaking cigarettes when their parents are not around. I don't mean to gross you out, readers, but one time I entered the throat of someone on the way to her lungs, and this someone had just given a blow job. I could see semen in her throat. I will embarrass Heather very soon...I will shoot out in full force and yell "BRAAAAAP", so all can hear me. I will especially invade the toffy-nosed rich redheadded girl who is her worst rival at this camp, and the redhead will laugh her ass off and really rub in the shame of it all when she smells what Heather let out. Heather will blush like a bing cherry, and oh goodness, I hope it won't make her quit the program here at camp! We shall see...I sense she can't hold me in much longer...I am causing her too much discomfort. I am PRESSING on her asshole hard now. Hehehe.
Uh oh...Oh, NO! Say it isn't so! I just heard her tell her instuctor that she will be right back. Shit. I hate it when this happens. She is making a run for the bathroom! I feel her trotting away, and she threw down her pom-poms...she's getting away from everyone...going to go let me out in private. Oh well. Can't win 'em all. With any luck, there will be someone else in the bathroom. The shit is brewing, too. It also wants out. I bubble away....boxing angrily at her insides in protest that none of her fellow cheerleaders will hear or smell me. Now she is at the door of the girls' bathroom. The shit and I are together pummeling against her exit-hole in a last-ditch effort to stop her from making it in time. She sprints in. Drat! Nobody else in here. She just ran into the very first stall, shut its door and locked it. She pulled down her shorts and cotton panties. Yes, there is a red ring around her middle from the waist band getting too tight because I made her bloat up. Her butt hits the cool porcelain with a bang. She is letting her pink anal opening relax and let us forth...she opened up the flood gates. Here we go...we, the soft, creamy shit and I, will come out at the same time, and I am gonna yell my farty head off.
"BRLAAAAAAAAAAAT!" Out I come, and at least Miss Heather definitely heard me. I began floating upwards...out of that dirty toilet bowl. I look down and see the shit tumbling out with the force that reminds me of a big leak in a mighty dam. It looks like brown toothpaste shooting out of a huge tube that someone stomped on. Yow, what a thick and smelly mess! Heh heh. Her face cheeks are looking pinker, and she's hoping nobody comes in here, now! She is embarrassed by all of this, but feels a big relief by letting me and my cousin- the shit, out of her. The shit's color is a peanut butter brown...not too dark and not too light in color, and man oh man, between myself and the huge coil of shit, does this stall ever STINK now.
She must feel about 40 pounds lighter, now. Her tummy must be sighing in sheer relief. Heather has released the last of the shit, and must feel 100% better. She is now pulling off a length of toilet paper, and shaping the wad into a square-like "pillow". Now she is spreading her legs apart and is reaching in there to wipe away the remains of my cousin. I guess she doesn't want its calling card left on her arsehole. I am looking at the crotch of her panties....all that's in them is some sweat and pussy juices...no shitty skid marks. Oh yes, a sprinkle of pee came out, too. She is looking at her toilet paper wad and then wiping some more, then looking at the wads again, waiting for no more signs of poop on them. Finally, the wad comes back pure white...just a little wrinked since it was rubbed around on her butthole. She is standing up, and pulling up her panties and shorts. The perspiration on her rear end must have made her butt skin adhere to the seat, because it got lifted up a little when she stood up, then it got unstuck, and fell back down. I float up into her delicate little nose and lungs, repulsing her senses. She doesn't like my smell, even though I came out of her. She has just whirled around, and is looking right into the bowl at the flourishing mess that came out of her. Her nose is crinkling up, and she just rolled her eyes. Now she is pressing down the silver metal handle to flush it away...bye-bye cousin...see you around. "KA-PSHHHHHH!! Chug, chug, chug." The shit and toilet paper is flushed away.
I look down into the bowl as I hang in the air...wonderfully weightless. Well, the bowl was dirty to begin with, so I can't tell if those streaks left in the bowl are from previous poops or freshly made from the poop I was with inside of Heather. Now Heather unclicked the lock of the stall, and is opening the door. Wow! Why look who's there, putting on lipgloss at the mirror above the sink! It's her enemy, that mean girl with the red hair! They are exchanging dirty looks as they see each other. Heather is starting to really blush. "You sure can fuck up a bathroom..." The redhead just said. "It stinks in here, bad." She just added. Heather is embarrased beyond belief! She just ran out of the bathroom without washing her hands. Wow, the shit smell must have found the redhead's nose before I did, but I am going into it now...my essence is mingling with the ever so tiny nose hairs in her nose..traveling down to her lungs....my scent all in her long, red curls...permeating them...gaseously coating her long, thick eyelashes....everywhere. She quickly pushes me out of her lungs, and plops her lipgloss tube back in her little black patent leather shiny purse. "Disgusting." I hear her mumble out loud. She is leaving this bathroom in haste, now...still carrying bits of my essence with her outside. Ha ha. Someone else got to smell me, after all!
'Til next time, readers, this is Lenci, saying farewell to you for now....you better hope I don't form in YOUR guts, someday, that is, unless you are "into" that sort of thing.
by Lisa on March 6th, 1998
(Note: Well, I'm unpredictable, you have to give me that. This story DOES contain face farting. Between two women, no less. It also talks about (In very vague terms) lesbian sex. If you are offend by ANY of the above topics, the for the love of God, DON"T READ THE STORY. This saves YOU from writing me angry letters, and it saves ME from replying. Final warning.)
Sara looked into the back of the police cruiser. She couldn't BELIEVE how young the girl was. Well, she WAS about 20 or 21, but still...especially this type of crime. For months, the cops had been on the lookout for someone called "The Kitten." It was a girl who was stalking women in their mid 20's. She would break into their home, tie them up and, are you ready for the strange part? Fart in their faces! But here came the REALLY weird part. All of the women reported feeling "a nice, euphoric feeling." Also, all of the women VOLUNTARILY had sex with the girl. Most of them said they wouldn't have even reported the incident (it being so pleasant and all) except that the girl had stolen a couple things from each victim . And now, Sara had caught her. She smiled. This would win her some accolades, that's for sure. She brushed her long brown hair away from her pretty face. She was wearing a nice pants suit with a red sweater. Sara was SO into mentally patting her back, she didn't notice Kitten, a pretty Asian girl, ripping a small pouch sowed in the back of her yellow pants. She pulled out blue pill, but since her hands where cuffed behind her back, she had to drop it on the seat, bend her head down and swallow it with a gulp. Sara looked down the highway. Kitten had hidden in an upper-state town, but Sara had found her. This meant a 3 hour drive back to the city, but so what? 10 seconds later, the Kitten broke wind. Loudly.
"AWWWWWWW, man!" Sara moaned. About 3 seconds after the noise, the STINK hit. "I'm gonna..." Sara trailed off. She felt very... sleepy. The Kitten moved up against the divider. "Looks like your low on gas" she said in a low, calm voice. Sara looked at the meter. Even though it the tank was full, Sara THOUGHT the meter read empty. "Geez, your right. We'd better pull over" she said with a yawn. She stopped the car. Kitten lifted her left cheek and blew out a fart. PHURT! A smell like rotten eggs wafted up Sara's nose. "Officer, I'm a little cold back here. Would you, well, come back here." Sara got out and walked, zombie like, and went into the back of the car, with Kitten. Sara took off her jacket and draped it over Kitten. "Thank's. These cuffs are really uncomfortable. Would you take them off?" Sara shook her head. Kitten shrugged and let out a monster fart. BLURT....puttBLORTS! Sara took one sniff, and took the keys from her pants pocket. Leaning over, she undid the cuffs. Kitten smiled. "Your so sweet!" she said stroking Sara's face. Kitten took the cuffs and put them an Sara. Sara shook her head, sleepily. This was NOT a euphoric feeling. "Lay back" Kitten commanded. Sara did as she was told. Kitten reached down to the leg of her pants and ripped another small pouch, pulling out a GREEN pill. She quickly popped it into her mouth. Sara tried to sit up, but Kitten put her hand on Sara's chest, pushing he back. "Just relax." She draped her legs over Sara's tummy, putting her bum into Sara's face. Sara could only stare at Kittens buns as she began to break wind. PURFT.....PLORT! Sara took a sniff.... and suddenly felt WONDERFUL. She lay back, A big toothy grin passed over her face. Kitten giggled. PHURT.....flort....putt putt.....BLAPPPPPPPPPPPP! Sara began to fanatically sniff the gas. Kitten giggled. She took of her yellow pants and shoved her naked ass into Sara's face. BLURP.....BLAP! Sara felt light, spinney, almost... stoned. Her nose was kissing Kitten's ass hole. Kitten let out another series of small, mumbling farts... putt,blert,poppoppoppoppop......bulrt! Sara mind was a million miles away as she greedily sniffed the farts in. Kitten stopped suddenly. "I think you've had enough" she said. Sara moaned in protest, and licked Kitten's ass hole, hoping Kitten would let out one last poont. Kitten giggled and wiggled her bottom. She turned and sat on Sara's stomach. "Well.... maybe one more." She let out a huge BLURT on Sara's tummy. Sara smiled and her eye's lit up. She bent down and began to smell her tummy. Kitten slid her pants back on and climbed out of the car. She stepped into the drivers seat and glanced into the rear view mirror. She looked at the lovely creature in the back seat, hand cuffed, murmuring to her delusions. She had a wide smile on her face. Kitten smirked. The cop was hers. She started the car and drove off, down the highway...
(Special thanks go's out to Chelsea [And she know's why] As always, I want to hear what you thought. By the way, I know this story has nothing to do with a police TRUCK. What can I tell you? I love the Dead Kennedy's.)
by I-Spy on Mar 6, 1998
Yesterday, I was at school when I had to go to the college administration building when I an urge to shit. I then saw a full figured woman with a magazine walk to the women's room. I saw that she had a short skirt outfit that showed her ass really well, as well as high heels that went good with her legs. I waited until she went in, and looking to see if anyone was around, I followed her into the restroom. As I snuck into the stall next to her, she lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, and sat down. I pulled down my pants and sat down too. She then peed for a while. Silence. Then, I heard her fart moderately and then some crackling of her shit as it slid out of her ass and into the commode. I then started to shit, but didn't fart. She farted again, and grunted as she let out another shit from her ass. It was hissing and crackling as it came out. She then started rustling the pages of her magazine as she sat there. The room smelled like rotten eggs as she farted again. She sat there reading for five minutes. I stood on the commode I was on and looked over the partition into her stall. She was reading and didn't look up to see me as I noticed her nice ass. She then farted again and let out one more shit as she grunted with all her might. She then got some toilet paper as I sat back down. She wiped about six times, pulled up her panties, flushed, and then left the bathroom.
I stayed in as I heard the cogging of her high heels get fainter. Five minutes later, I heard a pair of high heels get louder and louder. The restroom door creaked, and I could see an asian full-figured woman go into the stall where the last woman was. It sounded like she was in a hurry--she was as she pulled her tight pants down and sat down. Then, after she briefly peed, she farted forcefully and started to shit violently as she grunted. I heard all kinds of poop from the size of pebbles to logs crackle and plop into the commode. The restroom then really started to smell like rotten eggs. "Ooooh, shit," She said.
I later stood on the commode and looked over to see who it was. She was big and beautiful as she sat on her throne, staring at the stall door with her pants and panties around her ankles. Her ass was big and round. I really got aroused then. I didn't get caught as I sat back down. I heard her fart again as some more shit came out. She then got some paper and wiped about ten times. She then pulled up her pants, flushed, washed her hands, and left. When I heard her high heels stop clogging, I wiped, flushed , and then snuck out without getting caught.
THE END
By Dirk Poofter on Sun Mar 8th, 1998
As I sat there listening intently to Debbie's aimless, vapid conversation another knife stab of gas pain shot through my gut. I winced as little as possible and redoubled the clenching of my butt cheeks. It was one of those 'finally-meet-the-guy-who's-been-shtupping-our-daughter' formal dinners and my gal's mom, Debbie, had pulled out all the stops. Me, I'd been sitting there all through cocktails with a double-wide load of lunchtime burritos dancing the macarena on my colon while Debbie and her husband, Ron, peppered me with the usual questions. I was able to squeeze off a couple discreetly into the soft, plush cushions of that chair occasionally (which did a remarkable job of attenuating the report as well as scent) when I leaned forward to replace my drink on the coffee table, synchronizing each "Phh-hh-h-t" with the glass' clink. But that only inflamed my bowels with a lust for great, relieving cheek flappers.
Just as I was about to excuse myself was when dinner was served, so I couldn't politely depart at that point. I endured the slow, tortuous passing of the heaping plates; the courses were rotating counter clock, so I was constantly leaning to my right to pass plates to Ron. A couple of leans I couldn't help sneaking off a squeaker, which were pointed left at Debbie. I tried mostly unsuccessfully to disguise them by blurting out some or another comment. But my guts were now raging with pressure and could only barely be denied. My girlfriend and her dad seemed oblivious, but I'm sure Debbie heard the third one when she cocked one eyebrow at me... which was probably about the time the odor from the second one was reaching her. One of her nostrils flared briefly, as if confirming a suspicion. Thereafter her attention seemed riveted on me--her eyes rarely left me even if the conversation did. I couldn't tell from the cynical twist in one corner of her mouth whether she was disappointed in my comport, or amused by my predicament.
An eternity later after dessert I got an idea, and asked Ron if I could borrow his phone. "Sure," he replied, rising and pointing into the kitchen, where one hung on a wall. My face fell, and I stuttered something to the effect that I needed more privacy (the truth!). He directed me down a hall toward his study, which fortuitously lay just beyond a half-bath. I ducked inside, closing the door and flipping the fan switch just as a long-denied thunderous blast broke free of my bum, "Uhrr-r-r-r-rttt!"-- a baritone which reverbed sympathetically with the small room's acoustics. "Ahhh!!!", I sighed. Another basso profundo bellow added punctuation and threatened to soil my jockey. I scrunched them to my knees and plopped onto the bowl just in time to eject my rowdy Mexican friends. The flatulent stench wreathed my face in hideous fumes--the exhaust fan was seriously underpowered for these jobbies.
Relief was diminishing into a languid satisfaction when I heard footsteps approaching, the sharp click, clack of women's shoes. I glanced automatically to the door at the same time I remembered I'd forgotten to lock it. Jeez, I hope it was Cindy, heading to the study to steal a quick grope & smootch. The footfalls stopped at the door. The knob turned slowly, then the door swung open. Debbie stood there and held me with a direct glance. Expecting her to apologetically excuse herself, I was shocked when she stepped in and held me with a direct glance. "Uhhhh..." I stammered. "Sorry, I'll be out in a minute..."
Debbie stood there, arms folded, looking down on me with an unreadable expression. "Did you already finish your phone call?" mockingly. Before I could summon a reply, she coolly asked, "Just what did you think you were pulling back there at the table?"
"Wh..whaddya mean?" I replied weakly, feeling exposed and vulnerable. My knees automatically drew together.
She smirked. "Well, even if you think I wouldn't hear you, did you think I certainly wouldn't smell those things?"
Ack. Caught dead to rights. No cards up the sleeve any longer. "Oh, uh.....haha......sorry about that, Debbie. You know how it is."
"You can call me Mrs Wright." My face flaming red, I was caught speechless. She took a step closer and continued. "And I must say, young man, that you have some of the stinkiest farts I've encountered in some time." I noticed her glance dart down briefly, between my legs, searching. "And good Lord, I can now see why." Incredibly, I felt myself begin to stiffen, bumping against the edge of the seat. I squeezed my knees tighter.
She placed a hand on one hip and shifted her weight. "Ladies who have manners learn to hold their wind until a more appropriate time." Her hips were level with my eyes. "Now I stand here in desperate need of relief, and there you sit." I watched her hips shift again under her nicely cut dress, and was amazed to hear a delicate yet staccato "Ffl-ffl-fflt!" Her hand flew to her mouth. "Oops," she smirked. She turned around slowly, butt pointing straight at me, leaned slightly forward and cut another one, "Phhfffll-l-l-l-llllt. Boy, that baby leaped at my nostrils and the wonderful, strange exotic reek of this woman caused myself to extend fully and press painfully against the seat rim. "Whew!" she observed brightly, turning back around. "I really needed that." Her gaze dropped downward again. "Hmmm.....I was going to excuse myself......but I'm wondering if right now you're not enjoying it a little....?" I said nothing---I could say nothing, the situation was simply too incredible. But my nakedly eager expression spoke for itself.
Debbie stepped right up to me, tongue licking her lips. "What.....do you mean you'd like me to fart? Is that what you're thinking?" Slowly she rotated her butt around and backed right up to me. I instantly leaned forward toward her Rubenesquely plump rump and my face bumped her softly contoured cleft as I heard and felt her blow a strong pooter. It filled my nostrils with that pungent, unique fragrance of a well-kept, attractive middle-aged female. I reached up and grasped a cheek in each hand & squeezed, poking my nose at her bung and causing Debbie to jerk and squeeze off another one.
My hands snaked slowly down the backs of her thighs to her hemline and wickedly underneath, retracing their path upward. I delighted to find that Mrs Wright was not wearing pantyhose---she had the real deal, stockings and garters. I twisted off the ones in back before arriving back at her remarkably delicious cheeks, bunching her skirt around her waist. I slipped my fingers under the edge of her panties, tightening them over her mound and wedging them in her crack like a g-string. Her generous growth of pubic hair protruded from both sides of her crotch. I firmly shoved my nose against her asshole and swiveled my head up to bestow a coy tongue lick across the damp ridge rising under the silk, the hairs tickling my cheeks. At the feel of this, Debbie gasped and involuntarily blow a wet-sounding stutterer. I continued kneading her cheeks and spreading them with my thumbs and growing intoxicated by the ill wind blowing from her at intervals, which I enjoyed triggering with odd tongue lashes slipped beneath her panties to her sopping, salty crotch (observing only in passing that she tasted uncannily like her daughter). By now Debbie had bent over & braced her arms against the vanity, her torso nearly horizontal and hips bucking and mashing feverishly into my receptive face. When my tongue began exploring up and down the valley of her taint, tauntingly close to her bunghole, Debbie began panting heavily.
Abruptly I yanked her drawers down, finally baring her glorious, slick posterior. Rubbing her clit with one thumb, I boldly plunged my tongue abruptly into her forbidden brown chasm and felt it constrict around me before being abruptly forced out by a prodigiously loud and stinking final orgasmic blast of Debbie's gut gas--"Brrrr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-ttt!" while her hips began quivering and her knees buckled. This sight instantaneously made me spurt my own reward down the inside of the toilet.
When Debbie's spasms had trailed off, she straightened up and began pulling herself together, silently, her back to me. I took the opportunity to quickly wipe and flush before pulling up my trousers, which were a bit of a trick to fasten over my stubbornly rigid member. Without turning around, while checking herself in the mirror Debbie said unemotionally, "Well, young man.......before we had this chance to speak, I'd been of the opinion that you perhaps were a low type which my daughter could have improved upon."
She turned around to face me. "But I've decided to reserve judgment....... for the time being." She added with a straight face, "By the way.....what are you two doing for dinner Friday night?"
By Terry on Sun Mar 1, 1998
When I was about 12 years old, I had a regular babysitter named Shawna who used to look after me. She was about 16 years old at the time, and the kind of girl you fantasized about at that age. Really pretty long blonde hair, blue eyes, and the beginnings of a beautiful figure.
Anyway, on one occasion in particular she was watching TV in our living room and my favorite cartoon was about to come on and she was watching some soap opera. I turned the channel saying it was my house and would watch what I wanted. She switched the channel back, and I kicked her in the shin and told her to F---- off. She wrestled me to the floor with ease and said "you have a dirty mouth!". I spat at her and she flipped. I was on my front on the floor and she sat on my shoulder blades watching TV, facing my feet. I screamed, and managed to flip over onto my back,but she just righted herself and sat on my chest with her ass to me. I thrashed wildly and she said"you better stop, or your not going to like it..."
I paid her no mind and began to thrash once more. She looked down at me from behind with a cute little grin I'll never forget and said "ok...you asked for it" and slid up to sit right on my face with her sun dress flipping over my face and my nose fitting firmly into her butt crack. "MMMMPPHH!!" I cried and heard her laughing. Then all of a sudden ...BRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP!!! She cut loose a fart right up my nose. I began to cry, but she cruelly said "cry all you want..I'm gonna sit here on your face and fart till I leave a skid mark" BRAAAAPPPPPP!!!! "giggle"
About 4 minutes passed, and she was situated so that I could breath through my nose, and was forced to inhale her farts completely. My very lungs were burning and I cried horribly. If I tried to turn my head, she'd grab my ears, lift her ass and slam it down on my face again letting out a sloooow sputtering fart while saying "AAAAAHHHHHH" Another five minutes passed and she said"UH oh..I feel sorry for you...I wouldn't make a chair endure THIS one" and with that she let out a horrid PPPHHHRRRTTTTT... ffffffffffBBRRAAAAAAPPPPPPP!!!! and I almost threw up from the horrid stench. After a few second of having no choice but to suck it in, she stood up and looked down at me from between her legs. There was indeed a clear brown skidmark on her little white panties.
Mistakenly I yelled "BITCH!!" at the top of my lungs while coughing. She sat on my chest knocking the wind out of me, and pulled her panties down slightly. She slid back onto my face and muffled my scream. I heard her straining and grunting and tried to move, but my nose only worked into her asshole. Finally PPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!! came out of her ass right into my nose and I thought I was going to die. She stood up, pulled up he panties and sat down on the floor while I cried. She threatened that if I ever told anyone, she would sit on my head and fart for so long that I'd suffocate. I never misbehaved again.
by Jason on Wed Mar 11, 1998
Well I was the leader of a local Girl Scout Group yep local 613. They picked me because I am good with kids and the kids liked me. Well it was the day for our annual bowlathon. So I and my daughter, Emily, hopped into the car. We had to pick up three other girls whose parents couldn't take them.
Well, driving, Missy said "You stink". Michelle said "Oh sorry, I had peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies for breakfast." When she said that my daughter looked over at me I had a big smile on my face because I was smelling her sweet fart. and I got to smell it good because it was cold and all the windows were up. Well I told the girl that was okay. Actually I was thinking "Next time why don't you do it in my face?". Well my daughter knew what I was thinking because I smell her farts all the time.
Well anyway we got to the bowling alley and I met my group whose ages ranged from 6-8. All the parents left because they had something else to do. Well I started talking about what we are here for and stuff. Then I hear "That stinks!" and all the girls scramble away from the girl who did it -- sure enough it was Michelle, so I pulled her off to the side and said "You can do that, but just not when I am talking, okay?" I hated to say that because her farts smell so good. Well I got the girls all back together and finished my speech. Well it was time to bowl.
We bowled the first game, no sweat. Then before we started the second game we went into the eatery that they had in the bowling alley. Well they could have whatever they wanted, it was my treat. They had hot dogs, nochos, fries, a lot of gassy food. Of course at the time I didn't realize it. Well we got done everybody had had so much to eat, even me. Well we went to bowl the second game the first girl got up and when she went to bend down to release the ball -- you know how little girls bowl -- she farts. Everybody laughed. She said "Oh well, at least I got more power on the ball?" Well I was just like in shock because a little girl just farted in front of me. I couldn't smell it because I was keeping score and was too far back. Well the second girl got up to bowl and while she was leaving the ball go, one of the girls to the right of me farted and made the girl that was bowling get a gutter ball. All the girls laughed again. I myself couldn't believe I was hearing this.
Well the third girl got up bowl - normal no farting, until she came back she sat right beside me and let out a SBD -- I know because I smelled it. She looked over at me. As if to say do you like it. I gave her a yes look and she farted a loud one. Oh I was so involved in little girls' gas that I couldn't hardly concentrate on the game. I had to ask the next girl what she got. Well I mean there was farting coming from all sides of me. Finally the second game ended. I told the girls I had to go to the bathroom. I had to clear my head but as soon as I returned there it was the smell of little girls' farts. Now I had 10 girls with me and all 10 farted! Well the third game started like the second, the first girl letting out a fart as she let go of the ball.
Well we were causing a great deal of commotion at the bowling alley the clerk said "If you don't settle those girls down you will have to leave. " I am sure he smelled the gases too -- I guess he isn't a fart smeller. Well he finished saying his piece. One of the girl let out this humongus fart. He said "Get out, get out!" I had to call all the girls parents and they had to pick them up. Well I never actually told them what happened I just said they did feel like bowling that third game. On the way home I was so overwhelmed by the thought of them farting. I was in a good mood. Then my daughter who was 7 leaned over and whispered "This one is for you!" and farted. I kissed her on the forehead and whispered "Thanks, honey." Then Michelle said "I thought I was bad!" I laughed. Well needless to say, that bowling alley didn't host the Girl Scouts Bowlathon the next year. Oh well, we always had the Bowling Fartathon. I think about it every time I have a meeting.
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