By Guess Who? on March 16th, 1998
Well, There I was at a local laundromat, doing the ol' wash. Ho, hum, a pretty dull day. The laundromat was practically deserted. It was the day of the Superbowl, and it seemed most everyone in town was at home or at a bar watching the big game. Two teams were playing that I couldn't care less about, and that year I had no bets going on either team. I had set my VCR to tape it, though, just to fast forward through the game and see all the new commercials that would be broadcast during the game. A blonde woman in her late 30s finished up on folding her clean laundry and got her kids to help her carry it all to her car. They collected all their stuff, and drove away. Those were some pretty rowdy kids...I was glad that she and her brood left. She was letting them climb all over the washers while she smoked a cigarette and stared out into space. Now there were black scuff marks all over many of the washers from their shoes, and one of them even left a wad of gum on the door of one of the dryers.
It was so nice and quiet once they left. I leaned back in the plastic chair and sighed...my foot lazily kicked at a tuft of dark blue lint on the linoleum floor. I crumpled up the empty potato chip bag that was in my hand and tossed it in a trash can. Bored, bored, bored. Then of course, something FINE came walking in and definitely made the whole scene more interesting. A gorgeous Mexican-American woman strode briskly into the laundromat carrying a huge pink plastic laundry basket full of dirty clothes. Before I could ask her if she needed any help carrying that load of laundry, she had already set it down on the floor, and began sorting it...she was picking out all the red-hued clothes to be washed first. I couldn't help but stare at her and imagine what she might look like naked...she was so pretty. I love Mexican women! If I had known I would run into a fox like that on that day, I would have dressed up more...I was looking pretty casual...beach-bum style. I took a green plastic comb out of my back pocket and ran it quickly through my hair. I also found a Certs mint candy in my pocket and crunched that up in my mouth.
Man, what a looker she was. She had nice, thick, kinky-wavy shining dark hair, full lips like that singer Selena, and a beautiful little figure clothed in tight Levis and a cute t-shirt that showed the chihuahua dog from the Taco Bell T.V. commercials on it. I love that little dog! Ai, ai, ai...we already had something in common. The sight of her stooping down to pick out her dirty laundry, grasping each garment with her long, candy apple red fingernails started to give me an erection. She walked over to the soap dispensing machine, and before I could jump up and offer to pay for it for her, she plunked in a bunch of quarters, and selected a mini-box of Cheer detergent with Color Guard. The machine whirred and let the little box fall with a thunk. She bent over (Ohhhhh yeah) and picked up the little container, whirled around, and took it over to her washing machine. Before I could offer to open it for her so she wouldn't break a nail, she had already opened it, and poured the powder into the wash. Then she set the lid down of the washing machine.
She hadn't made any eye-contact with me yet, although I was staring at her. A glint of light reflected off of one of her long earrings and dazzled me...she was so hot...so beautiful. How does a dude approach a gal like that? I was getting hornier and hornier. What is she gonna do now? I wondered. What will she do to pass the time while her laundry is being done? Will she come and sit in one of these plastic chairs next to me? My heart started to thump a little harder. However, instead of heading my way, she began walking over to the back corner of the laundromat...over to the video games. Before I could jump up and offer to pay for her game, she had fed a few quarters into "Street Fighter" and started playing it. You should have seen the way her heart-shaped cute ass swayed and wiggled while she played...she seemed to be concentrating hard on the game. My penis was realing bloating up...I couldn't seem to stop it. I just sat there, crossed my legs, and watched her.
She was pretty far away...leaving her laundry unwatched...her big shiny plastic basket of dirty laundry was beckoning to me...do I dare go over and inspect it a little? No way! Too risky. I glanced around. Nobody else was anywhere to be seen, but that didn't mean anything. Who knows when someone might come by? When she will turn around? What if there were hidden security cameras somewhere in that place? Still, I wanted to go for it...regardless. I stood up, and walked over close by her basket of dirty clothes. In an attempt to make it look less obvious, I lifted a lid of another washing machine near hers...to make it look like I was just starting to do my laundry next to her. I looked at her...she was still engrossed in the game. I peeked onto the basket...man, there were a few pairs of underwear right there on the top. Was there brown gold in them thar hills? I had to see! Did I find gold at the end of this rainbow of hot lady clothes? Bold as brass, I just suddenly reached down and put my hand into her pile of panties waiting to be washed. My cock stiffened out as hard as solid granite when my hand felt the smooth, silky brush of her undies against the palm, fingers, and back of it. I quickly looked up at the girl...she still had her back to me, playing Street Fighter. I kinda crouched down and gazed upon her soiled underwear... carressing it in my sweating hand. It was so soft...pearl white....small size. The front of it had a surprising decal on it...a picture of a very sly-looking winking eye with long eyelashes. The panel in it was made of cotton. It had a small yellowish spot in the center of it, and an even smaller brown marking south of the yellow marking. Wowwow...Before I knew it, as if by instinct, I had pressed her underwear over my nose and mouth, and inhaling....the smell poured into my waiting, yearning nostrils...the unmistakable "scent of a woman". I felt like a junkie sniffing up his fix...the stench was heavenly...the innocent smoothness of the angelic fabric lapped at my cheeks like the tongue of some wonderful little mythological animal...like an enchanted pony or puppy in a dream. My teeth nibbled the elastic bands around the panties' leg openings and more of the smell slid down my nose like liquid treakle sliding down my throat. I felt like an animal...really earthy and wild....claiming and sampling the spoils....lost in the moment.
Sniff...sniiifffffff.....snniiiiffffffffffffff....snnooooorrrttttt.... I couldn't seem to get enough. The tip of my cock was protruding straight up at the ceiling, pre-cum drops flowing like rain dripping off a gable during a rain shower. The cotton crotch rubbed my lips and I briefly closed my eyes. Wouldn't you know it...when I opened them, sure enough, there stood the girl. Wow, she was even prettier close-up than she was from a distance. Her big dark brown eyes reflected all the lights in the place, making it literally look like there were tiny white stars in her eyes. I immediately dropped her ambrosia-panties back in her pink basket. My mouth kinda hung opened...I was slack-jawed, embarrassed, and scared. Busted. I hoped she wouldn't call the police or scream at me. I had no idea what to say. She didn't look mad...just amused. The sounds of Street Fighter repeated in the background.."Sonic Boom!"-The game said over and over, while the two of us said nothing. Strangely enough, despite my feeling of fear, and knowing I should apologize, or come up with an excuse, or run, or something, all I could blurt out was, "You're beautiful. You should be a model."
She just continued to stare into my eyes and suddenly opened up with a big smile. Yes, sure enough, her teeth were as white as fresh snow. Without saying a word, she stood up on her tippy-toes, and planted a kiss on my mouth. Her lips felt like a little firm, plush sofa. I kissed back, and ran my hands gently down the length of her cascading waves of hair, which, close-up, had some ginger-colored highlights in them. She was all over me like a firey storm...she tongue-lashed my mouth and neck while her long, manicured red nails flicked at my nipples. She grabbed the elastic waist band of my shorts and yanked them down...my cock popped out, looking like a super-deluxe expensive primo dildo bobbing around in the air. Yes, I am well-endowed. My underwear, soaked with pre-cum, joined my t-shirt and shorts on the laundromat floor. I quickly stepped out of my sandals.
The next thing I knew, she had stripped out of her Taco Bell dog t-shirt, chunky-heeled shoes, and tight Levis. What a body...ohhhh man...I couldn't believe what was happening. Her dark skin was a stunning contrast against the white underwear ensemble she had on-I unclasped her bra and admired it while I did so. It had a huge, swooshing, curving design of lace on it, unlike anything I had ever seen, with a tiny satin white bow between the cups. I guessed she must have worn a 36 C or D...2 magnificent breasts with cinnamon-colored nipples were exposed to me. I sucked on them as I peeled off her soft, white panties...her female scent filled the room....heavy, heady,...the obvious pure source of what I had smelled on her panties...pungent and aromatic like...like autumn leaves, warm patchoulli musk, rich, potent, pussy juices...her limbs smelled like Jergen's lotion...she smelled sweet, spicy, womanly...I was spellbound. I groped that superior ass of hers...mmmmm, my mouth watered. It was firm and smooth...this girl was a Goddess.
I gently lifted her up and set her on her washing machine which was still washing her first load of clothes...her eyes twinkled at me. I think she liked sitting on that washer because of the vibrations it made while running. She spread her legs apart for me and I saw a beautiful sight of nature staring at me...her nice pussy. I ate it up like there was no tomorrow...her juices glazed my face like that old saying...like bare doughnut needing to be glazed. She tasted like mild honey with a touch of lemon juice...really delicious...I licked and licked and licked...quenching my thirst with the flow of her juice. She said, "Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh", as my tongue slurped and darted around. Her clit got plenty of butterfly kisses. And what a clit! It was big, red, and bloated...protruding out from her hood waiting for me to taste it and flick it, which I did, while my hands kneaded her wonderful silky-smooth calf muscles and even her little feet. My manhood longed to be inside her...it twiched like mad as I ate her out, as if it wanted to be a part of the fun..like it wanted to eat her juice, too. "Slip in your big cock." she cooed, sweetly.
I stood up straight, and her pelvis as she lay on top of that vibrating washing machine was perfectly lined-up with my engorged cock. I positioned the tip of my cock to her clit and rubbed it all around that fattened nub, coating it with pre-cum. Then I placed it to her opening, and pulled her pelvis right onto my cock..she was so outstandingly wet, the whole thing slid right in with no problem...slick, honied goodness snugly surrounded my aching cock...oh, it felt so good. It felt as if it was finally inside its rightful home.
I tingled all the way down from my nipples to my toe tips. I withdrew my cock, except for the head, and admired the glossy sheen that covered its shaft...the sheen was made of her delectable pussy juices, which were becoming thicker and creamier as her excitement built. I slipped my cock back in...it snaked deep into her insides...suddenly, to my delight, she cut a melodius fart. It was long, loud, and uninhibited...the scent wafted up, and then, surprise! I cut a big one, too. It felt good to let it out, as my hips thrusted at a good pace into her. The sound of my fart was a little deeper than hers. I looked down at her lovely face...her eyes were closed as her face held an expression of total pleasure. I loved the feel of the way she moved...sleek and sure of herself...the way her pelvis pushed down towards my cock with each stroke I made into her. My fingers gently touched her extraordinarily long dark eyelashes, face cheeks, and big, rounded breasts. The smell of our heavy, spicy farts mingled together and became one...it was as if our farts joined together just like we were doing...the odor surrounded us..."Mmmmmm....smells good." She said, seductively. More, please." She said, and blew out another long, noteworthy, windy fart. I had another one ready too, and with a powerful thrust into her tight, dripping pussy, I shot out my fart with a big "Pooooomp!" "Ohhhh, yessss, YESSSS" she said, after I cut that fart. Then she let another one.
Hers went, "FfffrrrooooOOOoooooottttttttppppPPpppp!" Our farts again combined together as one, then entered into our nostrils. "Delicioussss" she purred. I kid you not, our fart smells did smell kind of good...with undertone scents similar to hot, freshly-brewed coffee...that's what they reminded me of. She was so beautiful...her fleshy vaginal walls grabbed at my cock shaft and seemed to pet my cock with a milking motion deep inside her body. Incredible feeling...my hands felt her well-toned calf muscles stiffen, then relax and soften, then contract and stiffen-up again, rock hard. I felt high as a kite...lost in the clouds...a cloud of our farts. "Sonic BOOM! Sonic BOOM!" -the video game in the corner said over and over ."Ahhhhhhh, oh, yes..."-the girl gulped, panted, and gasped. She seemed to love the feel of my cock pumping into her, and the rocking vibrations of the washing machine. The washer was a little unbalanced, and as we got closer to climaxing, the washer began to shake back and forth even harder, all on its own, as if it was getting in on our fuck. The drum inside the washer was spinning and spinning her sweet, sweet red undies and bras around, and my fat cock was stroking and stroking into her sweet, sweet red pussy...oh, the thrill of it all....the juice from her pussy had gone into its thick, creamy stage...thick as that Jergen's hand lotion she slathered on her body before she came to this laundromat....it dripped down over my balls and felt so warm on them.
Again, we farted...this time incredibly in unison...our farts harmonized beautifully as they rang out into a very pleasant sound, and their essence odors mixed together...mingled into one....our noses drank them up. "AH! AH!" she said, loudly, as her pussy clamped around my cock as tight as a mouse trap..."I am cumming.....cum-MING." she said, then she said something in Spanish that I didn't understand, but it sure sounded sexy. Rippling waves spasmed down the tunnel of her pussy, tickling my cock...her mouth was wide open, gaping...her legs had straightened out and were stiff as a board, toes curled under...I felt her pussy tunnel move and grow wider as another fart came out of her little asshole..."FFffrrrrrrtttttttt", it went, then her pussy clamped back down on my cock, harder than ever. The spasms didn't subside...her fart smelled good...I let another fart of my own pop out to add to hers..."AaaaaiiiiiiiiiIIIIIII" she shrieked, as her whole pelvis, rose and thrust...her dark bush pressing fully against mine...intertwining.....her intimate pink muscles pulling at my shaft...coaxing it to shoot its creme....her face looked shiny due to perspiration...her pelvis moved back and forth like a powerful hydraulic piston...the appetizing fart aroma enveloped us....she looked deep into my eyes and said something in Spanish, and I felt my cum launch into a running start deep inside me...my cock lurched and her sugar walls squeezed and squeezed...."DO IT!" She cried out....Like spurts of thick electricity, cum came squirting out of the tip of my cock in steady jets of hot creme, as her pussy tightened its grip like a slick vice made of twisting flesh and milked every drop out of me....my body smelled all salty like the ocean...the washing maching shook in a rythem against the front of my legs.
"Yeaaaaaahhhhh." the girl said, as my cock filled her up until she overflowed and dribbled my cum onto the washer and the floor. Her meaty pussy lips seemed to give my cock head a kiss as I slowly pulled out of her. Sweat had beaded up all over my forehead. I reached down, picked up the pair of her pearl-colored dirty underwear, and mopped-up my brow, pausing to deeply inhale her scents on it, as I did. ...SNIFFFFFF....what a smell...nothing else like it. I even tongued the stains on the pair of panties, lustfully, as I closed my eyes.
When I opened them again, I had a bit of a shock. I expected to look down, and see the Mexican girl lying there on the washing machine. Instead, to my surprise, when I opened my eyes, I saw her standing way over in the corner, fully clothed, her back to me, as she played that video game. I looked down at myself. I was standing in front of the washer she was using, still jiggling, as it washed her clothes. I was still wearing my t-shirt, shorts, and sandles. There was a big wet spot on the front of my shorts. In my right hand were her pearl-colored underwear, with the winking eye decal on the front. I quickly dropped her panties back into her basket and walked quickly back over to the chair I was sitting in before. I looked at the girl again...she was still playing the game...her hips moving to and fro as her hand quickly manipulated the machine's joystick. My penis was all tender...and extra-sensitive and I knew it must have just cum. I guess her potent dirty panties must have sent me on a trip like a powerful, mysterious drug when I sniffed them, since that whole sex incident with her must have been a dream or hallucination...
I ran my fingers through my sweaty hair and took a deep breath. Man...what a....what a trip. Mind-blowing. How can sneaking a sniff off of some chick's panties do that to a person? I knew it couldn't have been a flashback from any drug I may have taken in the past, because I had never taken drugs! I didn't know what to think...my mind raced as I sat there. Suddenly, the washer the girl was using stopped moving. Her first wash load was finished. She must have heard it stop, since as soon as it did, she walked right over to it, took her damp things from it, opened up a dryer, and put her clothes in. Then she kneeled down to her pink basket to select garments for her next load. She immediately picked up the stained pearly-white panties with the winking-eye picture on the front of them. "Oh, God...will she know I had been messing with them? That I touched them?" I thought to myself, worried. As I thought this, she suddenly turned her face right towards mine and for the first time, looked straight into my eyes. I held as still as a statue. Then she grinned and winked at me. That wink looked EXACTLY like that winking eye pictured right on the front of her panties. Creepy! I didn't care how beautiful and alluring that girl was...she must be some sort of witch or something!
I stood up and didn't even bother to gather up my own laundry...I just ran...high tailed it right out of that place. Hours later, I mustered-up the courage to go back there and see if my clothes were still there...I peeked into the place...the girl didn't seem to be there anymore. I walked inside, still nervous, and took a deep sigh, but couldn't calm down much...thankfully, my clothes were still there. I got them all together and was about to leave, but for some reason felt compelled to go look at the washing machine that strange girl had been using. I almost tip- toed over to it...still feeling on edge. I peered at it...and sure enough, right on the control panel, was something I had never noticed before...someone had etched in little lines...four little lines with a slash through all of them...you know, like what prisoners do when they want to keep track of how many days they spend in jail...each line representing one day. Then it clicked, and I knew just what those little notches on this washer represented...that girl must make a notch every time a guy sneaks a feel and a sniff of her panties, and goes on that wild, bizarre "trip". There was a sixth notch carved into the panel, right next to the other five, and somehow a gut instinct inside me told me that the last notch represented me. I tensely ran out of there with my clothes in my arms, and have never returned since...
by Lisa on Tue Mar 17, 1998
(Note: This story has: Face farting and lesbian sex. If this bothers you, or your under 18, you probably shouldn't read this story. )
Gwen and Beth had been dating for about a year. It was Gwen's first Lesbian relationship, but Beth had been around. Things had gone great, until the pair moved in. They lived in bliss for about 2 months. Then, without warning, Beth dumped Gwen. It had crushed the tiny blond. She was just sick. Even though she was every mans fantasy (except of the fact that they had NO shot with her) Gwen found herself doubting her good looks. "Maybe," she thought "I'm not pretty enough for Beth. I mean, she's a goddess." This was true. Beth was a lovely girl. A tall Burnet with big boobs, sometimes Gwen felt inferior, because she was shorter with smaller boobs. Gwen found herself in a crippling depression. For nearly 2 week, all she could do was lay around the apartment and think about Beth. Then, it hit her like a ton of bricks. What she needed was VENGEANCE! She had to get Beth! But how? Gwen smiled as the idea came to her. She would make Beth sorry. Very sorry.
Gwen finished her 3 bowl of chili and whipped her mouth with her napkin. Beth was coming over at 5 to get the things she had left behind. It wasn't much, just a box of magazines and mugs and other worthless things. If Gwen hadn't come up with this great idea, she probably would have given the stuff away. She looked up at the clock. 4:55. Time to get into gear. She stood up and put the rest of the extra spicy chili back into the fridge. She was warring a thin, white long sleeved shirt and a tight pair of jeans. Gwen jumped when the buzzer rang. She gently burped into her hand and popped a stick of gum into her mouth. Gwen pushed the the button. "Yes?" She said sweetly.
"It's me..." said the voice on the other side. "Can I uhh..." Gwen pushed the second and opened the building door. Gwen was nervous. Could she go through with this? There came a knock at the door. Gwen opened it and there stood Beth, lovely as ever. She had on a tight green and black dress, low cut and short. It showed off her nice, big cleavage. At the sight of her former lover, Gwen nearly melted into a pool of tears, begging "take me back. PLEASE!" She pushed that thought from her mind. Gwen extended an index finger towards the couch where the box sat. "All your crap's over there." she said, coldly. "Take it and get out." She turned her back to Beth, who began to walk over to the box. "Listen, Gwen, I know you're mad at me. We didn't exactly leave on good terms. But I just want you to know, you'll always hold a special place in my heart..." "Oh GOD!" Gwen thought. "What a load of crap!" She took the chemical soaked hankie and quietly snuck up an Beth. "... And know that you'll always be my Gweney- bear. Ok?". Gwen grabbed Beth and shoved the hankie under her nose. At first, Beth struggled, but she soon stopped as the smell knocked her cold.
Beth awoke, her wrists and ankles tethered to the bed posts . She opened her eyes and saw Gwen hovering over her, holding smelling salts to her nose. Gwen smiled. "Nice to see you awake" She grinned. "Gwen, what's going on?" Beth was panicked, pulling on her restraints. Gwen stood, holding up a pair of pink panties with an obscenely large brown skid mark up the back. Beth then realized , with a flush of hot embarrassment, that the panties where hers. She feebly tried to shift her dress so it concealed her naked crotch. "I'm going to teach you a lesson." Gwen said, turning the panties inside-out and cramming them into Beth's mouth. Gwen climbed onto the bed, startling Beth's chest, shoving her denim clad butt into Beth's face. "I ate 3 bowls of chili, and you KNOW how chili makes me."
Beth began to screech in protest. Gwen grinned. "That's right! It gives me killer GAS!" Gwen strained and pushed out a hot, wet fart. The smell wafted up Beth's nostrils and burned her eyes. She struggled but it was no use. She was trapped staring at Gwen's nicely defined bum, all encased in blue denim Gwen laughed maniacally and let out another series of warm poppers. Putt putt blurt......poppop phrt phrt..... TOBTHHTH! Beth swung her head back and fourth, trying to escape Gwen's noxious gas. Gwen let out another fart, a loud BLORRRRRRRRRRRRRTPH! Tears began to stream down Beth's cheeks. "Ohhhhh, poor Beth! Does this... bother you? Don't like the smell of my farts?" She laughed and cut the cheese. PHURT! Gwen's smile became wider as she let out an S.B.D, with a little extra "D"! Gwen wiggled her bun's, humming a happy tune, her butt humming a tune of it's own! Beth's nose was right in Gwen's butt crack. She could the wind blowing her face. "This will teach you!" Gwen cried. PHURT! "You'll never know how much you hurt me!"
Gwen was on the verge of tears. Her tummy as bloated and kind of sore. She remembered the good times. Whenever Gwen was in any kind of pain, Beth would take her into her arms and hold her and nurse her back to health. Even when Gwen had gas, Beth would stay with her until she was sure Gwen felt better. Gwen pulled up Beth's dress and looked at Beth's pussy. Beth stopped crying. She felt herself moisten between her legs. She was getting excited. There was something about this position. Gwen buried her face in Beth's crotch and began to lick. Beth moaned and groaned with pleasure, despite the fact that Gwen was still farting like mad! Beth soon climaxed and screeched. Gwen slid off the bed. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Gwen asked, pulling the soiled panties from Beth's mouth. "Ummm.... yes." Gwen stood, arms crossed. "I'm sorry." Gwen's stood stunned. "F.. f... for what?" she stuttered. " For dumping you. I just.... God, Gwen! I never knew you where this.... kinky!"Gwen couldn't believe what she was hearing! "K... k... k... kinky?" "Yeah! See, when I was a little girl, I was raised very proper. Mother never farted or pooped or did anything thing un-lady like, so I never saw girls fart or anything. Then, I got to collage, and all around me, the other girls in my dorm would get drunk and fart and poop and pee all over! It turned me on to see girls acting so "un-lady like!" When you stuck that nice butt in my face and broke wind, It was like all my fantasy came true! So...will you take me back?" "I don't know...." Gwen said, running off. She came back into the bedroom, pot of chili in one hand, a spoon in the other. She began to munch on the contents of the pot. She smiled. "I'd better think about it."
(Well, that's it. My first revenge story. I hope you like it. I love to hear what you think, so post your thoughts. Also, I'd like you all to take my survey below. After all, it is so I can find out what you like. Bye)
By Just A Guy on Wed Mar 18, 1998
Bear with me I'm making this up as I go....
Once upon a time there was this Black guy named Leroy who was going on his first date...this made Leroy very nervous seeing that it wasn't only his first but it was a blind date: well, blah blah blah, he went to the door of APARTMENT 13 and slowly knocked....and to the door came this very beautiful woman who looked like a cross between Jamie Gertz and Julia Roberts (I don't know if that would be a good mix but both of them are very beautiful women). Leroy was asking himself "With such a beautiful woman..why is she in the personal adds..can't she get her own date?"..But Poor Leroy is soon to find out why she can't get a date, ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!
So anyway .. Leroy walks into the house..all is silent and they sit up on the couch..Leroy looks at her she looks at him..and she keeps looking she was basically staring at him..it was kind of an evil stare yet no emotion in her face..like she was exhausted but yet thinking a lot on the inside..no motion in her face muscles whatsoever...Our hero thought maybe he should strike up a convo "So what do you do?" he asked. No answer -- she stared...then he decided to compliment her on her apartment.."Nice place you have here." No answer: she kept staring at his eyes.
(cigarette break)
Leroy was beginning to get nervous..he thought he would change the mood "Hey why don't we get something to eat?" but no luck for Leroy: she kept staring. Leroy looked at her with a very discomfort and shocked look.."What?" Leroy had no words to say for what she was doing..and then he looked into her eyes...but all he got from her was her eyes following him."It's 'cause I'm black isn't it?" Leroy jokingly said. But that didn't get a laugh out of her..then he began to make faces hoping it would break what's going on but she wasn't amused..she just stared... Five minutes passed as Leroy sat there in silence of her staring at him and him trying not to make eye contact...and he was doing the routine
Twiddling of thumbs
Yawn
the stretch
and the checking pockets like there was something on his mind
then after awhile of his thing, he decided its time to go..he got up and walked towards the door, saying nothing to the girl..but her eyes just followed him -- he felt on him her hard stare ..it made him nervous as he walked..so he tried to open the door "What's this?" The door was locked; he tried everything..but again No Luck For Leroy. He turned around all scared and very panicky.."WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME..WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?!"
But she just stared at him...Leroy started crying (don't ask me why)
and he just slid down from his back to the wall on his butt and put his hands in his head..or the other way around..and after 5 minutes of that..she got up and walked slowly and took off her pants..
Leroy opened up a few of his fingers to expose an eye to see what she was doing...she then went to a box and pulled out some rope..Leroy had no idea of what was going on..she went towards him with the rope and began to tie some around his neck Leroy was so upset that he didn't care what was going on..he just let whatever was happening happen..and little whimpers were coming out of him...and she took him and the rope like it was a leash to her room..and then put him on the floor next to the bed..he tied his wrists and his ankles from across the room....she then undid his pants..he was acting as if he was on heroin..just delirious as this was all happening...then she pulled out his penis and put her butt towards his face like a half ass 69 position...he was starting to come out of it..and began to get into to it..he got a hard-on, boner, stiffy, whatever..but he was digging it. She started sucking and sucking and sucking then Leroy was doing the dancing thing you do when you are erotically turned on..and her ass was in his face with silk panties on. The color of her panties were white so you could kind of see what's behind..he saw her asshole ..which got him more aroused...and as she ground her asshole up his nose..he felt her squeeze..then she farted..Phhluptttferrp buurp...
"Oh my God" Leroy thought to himself..but he was turned on cause she was sucking him hard..even though the stench shot straight up his nose and it did stink real bad...he couldn't help but stay horny..she then farted again..PPphhhllup pthphhhh..this one stank a bit worse..he started to gag..but she kept sucking...this made his cum stay in a bit more, so he was still horny as her stinky farts started to take over his air space.....he tried to move his face from her ass but she would put her ass where ever his face was ..she was doing it on purpose...
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!?" Leroy asked ..but no answer...she then started grinding her pussy up in his face with a little bit of moisture and then proceeded to fart again..this one was a little bit louder and shorter and less smellier..but it didn't matter 'cause the recent farts were still in Leroy's nose....Leroy couldn't handle it anymore and then he cummed and then passed out.. The next day he woke up in a garbage dump in Mexico.
The End
It was quite some time so let me remember a rhyme ..
there was me and this chick
who was pretty, yet sick
didn't like me, oh no
she wanted me to go...
She bitched and she yelled she called me names...
But I stayed in the room 'cause I loved to play games...
you see deep down inside I liked her style,
she was cute and witty and she was quite Vile..
her ass was so tender her eyes made me smile..
if I had her in bed I would go mad I would just bend her..
But on the outside I played it off..
I called her names
too, I acted like a child but she hated my games and then she got wild..
she let out a fart to get rid of me...
But I just stayed, 'cause that gave me glee
(I don't even know what glee means)
I laughed in her face
and she tried to put me in my place
she kept farting and farting
most would think she's a disgrace..
But oh no not for me..
I was excited, you see..
my heart was thumping
it's her I would be humping
(am I pathetic?)
so she ended up losing and she went for the door..
but from the looks on her face she had one more...
so she went to me and turned around..
and from her sweats to her ass came the beautiful sound..
she farted in my face in a disrespecting way..
But little did she know..she made my day
The End..