Fart Mart By Kan on Thu Sep 10, 1998

By Kan on Thu Sep 10, 1998
It was the thighs that caught my eye long before the smell. I'd come around a row of cars in the parking lot with my grocery cart when I saw them, the backs of them, long, thick and white, oozing fleshily from a pair of tight denim cutoffs, very short and which barely covered the cheeks of her bountiful ass. The owner of those thighs was bending inside the back of her van, putting bags in. She backed out and I noticed then she was a young woman, short blonde hair framing a dour face. She was pretty, but did not look happy. She was one of those pear-shaped women, very normal above the waist, billowing out sexily to a thick, round ass and beefy, but shapely and hard legs. On her calves she wore short white socks and on her feet, a pair of black sneakers.
She grabbed more bags and bend back inside, the shorts riding higher on her creamy thighs. Just as I found myself fantasizing about those thighs, the smell hit. It was acrid, sharp, sweet, nearly chemical in nature. My nose wrinkled in the direction I thought it coming from - which I placed to be near the woman. The trunk of my car was one spot over from her and even as I popped the lock and started shifting bags from cart to car, I heard the noise over the sound of rustling plastic, loud, low, rumbling and wet. It was unmistakably a fart. It hit me then what the smell was and I looked around expecting to see a child, or several, farting and laughing at the noise and stench. My gaze took me in the direction of the young woman whose robust thighs I was looking at again when I heard BRRRRRRRSPLLLLT!!! - and coming directly from her thick ass. My mouth hung open and I couldn't look away, even as she turned to look at me, this time rubbing her belly. She looked annoyed. "Unless you want to use that open mouth as a cork to stop these fucking farts, I suggest you shut it, asshole," she growled, throwing the last bag in the van and slamming the door. "I have intestinal problems. Care to help with them?"
I couldn't stop staring and smelling, it was a thick cloud by now and it was nauseating. I shook my head to snap out of it and mumbled her way as I turned toward my car. "You could wait until you got in the van, save us all a little nasal flesh," I grumbled. I turned my back, chuckling at my little slam at her, and never saw her coming. She jumped up and wrapped her stout legs around my sides from behind and full nelsoned my neck and arms. She hissed into my ear, "Oh, I'll save it for the van - and you!!" She bulldogged me to her side door and somehow slid it open, bringing us both inside. I was on my knees, the big blonde's legs still scissoring my sides as she sat on my back, leaning over to shut the door. The smell in here was already like I'd smelled outside - only worse. "Have a seat!" she cried, grabbing my ears and powering my face between the front seats and directly into the driver's. "I've been fucking farting like a shit wind machine all day, this oughta be nice and ripe!!!" It was, and then some, as scores of old farts billowed up from the worn seat. She rammed my face deep and hard into it, dribbling my head like a ball, and the fart d'jours of days gone by rippled up to greet me. I gagged and tried to fight, but her tight legs were sapping my strength, as was the poison air I was forced to breathe. "OK, now it's time to inhale it from the source," she barked. She flipped me over, face up in the seat, my body twisted back and to the side, painfully. She leaped over me and crashed to my face. "How's my ass smell?" she roared, wiggling on my face until the tight fabric of her shorts ribboned up between her ample cheeks into a blue jean G-string.
Her asshole was right at my nose, bending it to an agonizing degree but not so much that air wasn't coming through and with it, the stench of her fart-swollen asshole. Her butt thundered, loud and strong and wet, a BRRRRRRRFLISSSSST!!! sound, a sibilant, baritone butt sonata played directly on my face. Pure methane, stinky and acidic, straight from the shitter, devoured my head. I screamed into the backs of her thick thighs. She laughed, wiggled and farted again. Making it all worse was the fact that it was a hot day and she had the windows up.
"My doctor says I have to live with my gas problem," she said, hands on the wheel as the fart waves slapped at my face. "So I like sharing it with people. Especially assholes who stare at me for farting!!!" I couldn't move, I was paralyzed by the smell and weight of her on my face, so I was powerless to stop her as she hauled me to the back of the van and laid me on the floor next to her groceries. She slithered out of her tight shorts and lay back, legs in the air, a thick tuft of wet blonde hair around her pussy and a smaller rim of fuzz ringing her greasy asshole. "Stick your tongue into my asshole and pull those farts out," she ordered, holding her legs up behind the knees and looking down at me between them. "Do it now." I was hypnotized and unable to disobey. I leaned forward from my prone position and inserted my tongue into the milky O of her ass. The tang was bitter and harsh.
She sighed and slid forward, impaling her asshole on my tongue. My nose slipped into the cheesy folds of her pussy, fucking her hole. She rocked back and forth on it, double face fucking me and moaning. "Here it comes," she hissed. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" My tongue was clamped tight in her muscled shit walls as she unleashed a blistering torrent of ass gas that raged around the protrusion, like the winds of a Southern California brush fire around a cement wall. I convulsed from the smell and overall raunch. She laughed. "Think that's bad, try this!" she bellowed, shifting to slip my nose down inside the fetid wound of her rectum and securing me there by scissoring her hammy thighs around my temples so only the top of my head was visible in the clamp.
The farts came freely and often now, her asshole an open conduit to the methane tank in her gut by virtue of being held open by my nose. I groaned in nausea against each "Blup....blup...blup..." of her acrid ass, the farts coming out in anal burps that splashed and stung my eyes, even as I closed them tightly. She dominated me in her foul ass wash for a good half hour, the sweat soaking me and her to the skin inside that hot van. Her fingers danced on her clit, unleashing a thick river of cunt cream that sluiced down her pussy lips and into my nose, which I had to snarf in by the lungful, the otherworldly butt breezes filling my chest with poisonous air. She finally unhinged her meaty pipes from my head and I fell forward, wet face first to the carpeted van floor. "I gotta go home and put away these groceries before they spoil," she said, laughing and kicking me toward the back door. "Next time you see and hear someone fart, think of me. And keep your mouth shut. You never know what someone will put in it." Staggering outside, I was nearly overcome by fresh air. I stood, desperately rubbing my face to rid it of the stench the thick-thighed blonde had put on me. It was then I saw a pretty young woman rounding up grocery carts. She wore tight, store-issue black pants, a white shirt - and a sly smile as she looked at me. She turned her ass my way and let fly a long, wet fart. I cringed. As she walked toward me, I began to cry involuntarily....

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Story Time! Three short ones

by Melanie on Sun Apr 25, 1999
It's story time. Gather round friends, and listen to what your pal Melanie has to tell you. Hi everyone, Sorry for not being around lately, I've actually just not been around. There was no reason for it, I just chose not to use my computer, well other than for school. But there is an upside to this. I haven't been on in so long I've accumulated some fart stories, 3 of which are interesting enough for me to tell you, so get comfortable friends and let Melanie tell you 3 stories of magical girl's letting loud farts.

STORY 1:

The first story is about me ( of course). I figured you'd all get a kick out of this one. On Friday, my Father, brother, and me, finally saw the Matrix. Very good movie ( but then again, I think Keanu Reeve's is cute). So after the movie my little overly mature 13 year old brother was acting his age, and trying some of the martial art's move's he saw in the movie. Only problem was he was trying them on me, and I wasn't playing. He kept kicking me in my claves, and then when I would hit back he would try to block it all with one hand ( like in the movie), but I got really irritated at him, and just kept kicking and kicking me. Now where's my Father? In the bathroom, You know how people always go after the movie. So he keep's kicking and pushing me, and I just SCREAMED at him, got some people's attention and he stopped, and we saw my Father coming so we walked out and went into the parking lot.
He started to bother me again, poking me in my side and pushing me trying to get me fight him, and I calmly kept saying stop when, Euuuuurrrgurgle! My stomach made a loud noise. Caught his attention and he stopped hitting me and stared at my stomach, then he looked at me, He knew what that meant, and here's my favourite part, the look in his face was priceless. It was a scared, pleading, have mercy, and a I should have stopped when I had the chance look, all mixed into one. I rushed and pinned against the car, he was saying No, I'll tell Dad, when before he could say another word I had him on the ground in the parking, me on his face and blasted a loud sputtering Blapppp pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop!!!! There were so many little pop farts after the initial blast I thought my Father would get to us before I stopped farting. They were all loud and snapping.
Well when we got home I took a huge poop, and then got yelled at. My little brother didn't tell them I farted on him ( I think he was embarrassed)but, when I slammed him to the ground he hit his head and cut is arm. Oooops!!! Well Hey, He started it LOL!!!!!

STORY 2:

Of my group of friends this next story is about the one who's name you all should remember. My friend Karen, the one who ratted me out when i farted in class all those month's ago, and the one who I got revenge on by causing her to let one slip in front of her boyfriend. HA HA!!!!! Karen is also the one out of us who farts the least. She's not that much fun in this area, because while the rest of us joke around about farting, and between the 7 of us (that includes me & Karen)are constantly farting, she does the least. Well this story is about one of her moments in the sun. A few days ago we ( Jenny and I) were at Karen's house. Jenny another of the groups members. While we were there Karen was walking around with a bad stomach, this was destined for trouble. She didn't fart right away but her stomach kept making gurgly and watery diarrhea like noises. Then while we were watching Titanic on HBO, with absolutely no warning Karen perks up as if to warn us, get's real wide eyed then Brreeeeeevprdddt Blaaaaaaap POP SNAP!! Pooooooooooooont! She let out this series of 3 completely different farts one right after another with little pops in between. It was so funny, that is the first time Karen, or any member of the group for that matter has farted around one another and turned red, not just red, she turned bright red. But then she started laughing too, so it was Ok.

STORY 3:

It's another one about me. The entire family ( Mom, Dad, Brother, and me) were coming back from a trip to the mall. We ate Burger King in the mall. There mistake. Were in the car on our way home when a gas bubble hit my rectum and wanted out so I gave a gentle little push and ptssssssssssss. Just a gentle hiss. About 10 seconds later, the car was in an uproar over who farted. Window's were rolled down and accusations were made. No on exactly knew which of the 4 of us did it yet, but they soon would. Not even one minute later ptsssssssss, more silent gas hissed out of my butt. I swear my seat literally was getting hot. Then, my Mom say's "Alright, Which one of you is doing this?" And the windows went back down.
While they were down ptssssssss, This time I giggled to myself, and just enjoyed the feeling of this hot putrid gas that was killing everybody passing from between my cheeks, through my panties, then through my jeans, and bouncing off the seat and finally permeating the air. My brother made a wild accusation and got it right, but no one knew yet, he shouted "God Mel you stink" The fact that i didn't reply to that should have told everyone it really was me, but I just looked out the window, my face now red from suppressing laughter. Then more fun the final fart. I had a few more but after this no more in the car, it happened shortly after my brother's accusation. I gave a gentle push and PSHHHHHHHHHHHHTSSSSSSSssssssssssss! A long, and I mean long, one of those, I ran out of breath pushing it out this long fart came out. And it was the rankest of them all, literally by far.
Then it happened, My Dad said "Alright, I know most of you think it's me, But I swear to you all I would never sit here and try to kill you all, because which ever of you two kid's is doing this, cause I know it's one of you, is killing everyone, I'm up here choking, your Mom doesn't know whether she's gonna puke or pass out, so please, and I mean PLEASE STOP, you're killing us all" I lost it over my Dad's little speech, I blew my own cover, I laughed until tears came down my face and when it was all over and I came back to reality, I was getting some icy stares in that car. Then my Dad said "No more Burger King for you until your 21" That was funny.
Hope you've all enjoyed my true accounts of the last two weeks.

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School-Girl's Sweet Revenge

By Terry on Mon Apr 26, 1999
Aileen was a large girl. Very large. This is not to say that she's fat, very much the contrary. She could in fact be said to have the perfect body proportional to her size. She was 6'10" tall and about 255lbs. She always wore her longish strawberry blonde hair in a pony tail, and wore what clothes she could find to fit her. She had an amazing body, but though magnificent to behold her size intimidated most men. On this particular day, she wore what was pretty much the standard outfit of her private school, which was a short plaid skirt (Very short on her) white knee socks, little black shoes and a white pull over sweater. She was still angry with her parents making her come back here for her senior year when she specifically told them she wanted to attend public school. Being 18 and almost a foot taller than the school's largest male made it impossible to get anything resembling a date.
It was Tuesday afternoon, and two of the girls who teased her the most about her height regularly, calling her freak, and stilts etc., passed her in the hall way. "Aileen," said Tara who was the most cruel of the two, "We were wondering if you'd like to join us at Julie's place tonight to work on the biology poster. We need a third person." Aileen was nearly knocked off her feet with astonishment. Though she was leary of their offer, she smiled meekly and said ok. "Great" said Tara. "We'll expect you at 6. Bring some CD's too, if you have anything cool." Aileen couldn't believe it. All these years in school these two had treated her like trash and now this. Maybe it was a sign they had grown up and things would be different. If only she knew how wrong she was.
Not wanting to screw up her chance to have popular friends, Aileen was at the door at the dot of 6:00. She nervously stepped up to the door and rang the bell. She wore the same schoolgirl outfit she had worn earlier in the day. "Just a minute" came from inside in a cheery voice. Just then, the door flung open and Aileen was greeted with a bucket full of stinking brown dishwater, and the sight of Julie, Tara and Cynthia (who was holding the bucket) standing there laughing to kill themselves as poor Aileen dropped her CD's on the stone porch, smashing all of the cases and spreading wet plastic everywhere. Aileen had started baking cookies as soon as she got home from school and the fine china plate of her mother's splintered into a thousand shards on the ground as she lost her grip on that too. "What a gullible FREAK!!hahahah" shrieked Tara amid the laughter and slammed the door closed while Aileen stood there mortified. She began to pick up her mess and sob.
A few minutes later as she was walking down the back path from Julie's place to her home, she heard footsteps coming down the path after her. It was Tara, also on her way home. Did this mean that the ONLY reason they got together in the first place was to humiliate her? Something inside Aileen snapped, and where she would have run in humiliation before, she whipped around and started towards the approaching Tara. "How DARE you do something like this to me?" she yelled at Tara. "My clothes are RUINED!!" Tara just laughed and said "Oh, go cry to mommy you freakish bitch."
Now Aileen became furious. She went up behind the giggling Tara and grabbed her hair with both hands. Then by brute force she yanked her backwards so hard that she fell flat on the hard stone path. She planted her lovely foot square on Tara's chest and held her to the ground. "Wha...What are you DOING??" shrieked Tara. "You tell me you're sorry for what you did, and replace my CD's and my mom's china plate, and I'll let you go home. If you don't, you're going to be VERY unhappy." said Aileen with a mischievous look on her face. Her lovely red lips hugger her words as she spoke down to the frightened Tara. "Fuck you! GET your big fat foot off me NOW!" she ordered. "Wroooooong!" Aileen chirped in a playful voice. She turned away from Tara and stood over her prone body. Looking up Tara saw Aileen's pillar-like legs go up to her curvy hips and sweet round ass. She noticed that her cheeks were straining the fabric of her panties, with most of them riding up her crack.
Aileen just dropped from her stance right onto Tara's chest with her incredible ass. "CRUNCH!". All of Tara's wind was knocked out of her, and at least two of her ribs were broken. "Tell me you're sorry or I'll sit on you head." she chirped in a sweet little voice to the now gasping Tara. Obviously with no air in her lungs Tara could not respond. "Ok, I'll just slide back a bit so the world doesn't have to see your ugly face for awhile." said Aileen matter of factly. Slowly Aileen began to shift backwards towards Tara's face. When her butt reached the base of her chin she grabbed the back of her skirt and said "Floop." in a cute little voice as she flipped it over Tara's face. "...n..n..noo.." croaked Tara in protest, as Aileen sloooowly slid her ass right onto her face. "Ohhh, man I needed to get off my feet" said Aileen slowly settling more of her weight onto Tara's upturned face. Her ass spreading out more as she continued to sit. "baking all afternoon is tiring. Mind if I sit here for awhile?" she said settling the rest of her weight on poor Tara's skull, the back of her head pressed into the unyielding concrete-like ground.
As Aileen's butt spread over Tara's face, she adjusted herself slightly every few seconds, and Tara's face slipped ever farther between her cheeks. "...mmmff...mmmm" squeaked Tara from under her captor's behind. "Oh my..your face seems to be disappearing somewhere. I'm sorry about that..it must be getting difficult to breathe." said Aileen with a giggle. About another two minutes passed and Tara began to thrash. Aileen stood up from Tara's face and looked down at her. Tara gasped for air and started to cry and sob. Aileen smiled and said "Oh my! All those tears for only a couple minutes?" Tara replied "You...you rotten bitch...just wait till I get my friends." Enraged again Aileen said sternly "Oh dear, I'm getting SO tired again. I just Have to take another rest. She looked down at the terrified Tara with her hand on her hip and hiked up her skirt again. "No...wait..please" cried Tara, but Aileen planted he but right on top of her face settling quickly this time, her cheeks enveloping Tara's face and head like a snake swallowing a rat.
"Now look what you've done. You've gone and given me an upset stomach with all you've put me through." Aileen put her legs out in front of her and made sure every ounce of her weight was crushing Tara's skull into the ground. Her head was not visible underneath Aileen's butt at all. "Uh oh..I really would get off you to do this, but I'm just SO tired right now, and your little head is so nice and comfy to sit on..oh well." Aileen smiled and a slight strained look came across her face. Braaaapppptttt! "Oh yeahh...that feels good. hmm..but dear I feel so bad for you..it must smell dreadful, what with your face in my ass like that." Tara felt like she was in hell. A sulfury shot of noxious air washed over her face and into her sinuses. "mmmmm!!!mmmmmfff!!" she shrieked under Aileen. Phrappapapapppphhhttt! Another, longer and more smelly wave of gas shot over her face as Aileen said "My...I'm going to stain my panties at this rate..let me adjust them". Aileen leaned over to the side and Tara gasped for air and sobbed openly. She slid her panties down to her knees and looked down at Tara. "Why, I haven't even gotten STARTED yet...I'm going to sit on your little face again and try to shove your nose into my colon. I'll sit there until I get rid of this dreadful gas or I crush your head flat. Now hold still." Tara croaked "...you..can't...nooo...*cough*" and was cut off by Aileen's ass sitting squarely on her face again. "Ohh, that's better" said Aileen as her cheeks sucked Tara's face between them. She felt the tip of Tara's nose against her little asshole and wiggled a bit until it slid inside its moist pungent ring. "Oops..now where are you putting your nose THIS time miss gossip!. This'll teach you to keep it out of other people's business!." Aileen strained slightly her anus vibrated around Tara's nose giving a moist sound Apapapapapapapppphhrrttt! Tara shrieked again as more of her nose and face slipped into Aileen's widening anus. "Stop resisting it! You're wasting my gas!" she said and pounded Tara in the stomach with her fist three times. She then wiggled her ass back and fourth on Tara's face, scraping the back of her skull on the ground and attempting, it seemed to shove Tara's whole head up her ass. "Ok you bitch!! this is for the last ten years!!" A look of extreme concentration came over her face. She tossed her pony tail over her shoulder, closed her eyes, clenched her fists and bit her lower lip and she began forcing a torrent of gas out of her asshole. She sat with all of her weight on Tara's face and formed a seal between her ass and Tara's nose. Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff....ffff.....fffuupupupu.pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff Tara felt the rush of gas straight up her nasal passages. The smell was a constant fountain of sulphur and rotten cabbage. Her lungs began to inflate and in her weakened state she could do nothing but lay there in agony. "Ohhh yeahhhh" said Aileen as she continued straining with all her might.
Tara's lungs were painfully full now, so Aileen's continuing barrage had nowhere to go but over her face. Brrrappppppppttapapapapaphrutututapapapppp!!! A mist of brown liquid sprayed over Tara's face like a spray from a perfume atomizer. "Ahhhhhhhh." sighed Aileen and stood up off Tara's crushed face. ..schhhhllluckk! The seal formed between Aileen's ass and Tara's face pulled apart. Aileen bounced once with her ass on Tara's chest, dragging her crack over her shirt leaving a smelly skid mark for all to see. Tara rolled over on her side, gasping, wheezing, coughing and began to vomit. Calmly Aileen put her panties back on and straightened her outfit. Tara was crying hard, in between gasps for air and bouts of puking. She clutched her chest and sobbed. "Now I think I'll visit Julie." said Aileen and kicked Tara onto her back. Aileen put her foot right on Tara's head and did a flamingo stand on the side of it, on the pavement. All of her 255 lbs crushing down on it while Tara screamed a shrill scream of pure agony. "I'll see you in school tomorrow dear." said Aileen and walked off down the path towards Julie's place, leaving Tara sobbing and curled up. She'd be smelling nothing but Aileen's ass for weeks.
Aileen quickened her pace up the path leading back to Julie's place, the staggered sobs and choking coughs of Tara now faint in the distance. A little smile came across her face as she thought how wonderful it felt making Tara pay for all those years of torture. Walking up onto the porch or Julie's house now, taking note that her parents were vacationing in Florida, Aileen calmly rang the doorbell. Seconds later the door opened. Julie stood there and started to say "Did you forget something Tara..." when Aileen pushed her inside with all of her might. Julie fell flat on her back and Aileen quickly closed the door behind her locking it, and removing the key from the bolt assembly. "What in the HELL do you think YOU'RE doing you crazy bitch! Get out of my house NOW or I'll call the police! Just wait till I tell Tara what you just did! We'll all crucify you at school tomorrow!" But before another word could come out of Julie's mouth, there came a feeble knock at the door. "I'll get it.." chirped Aileen, knowing all too well who it was. She unlocked the door to reveal poor broken Tara standing there hunched over and looking like a mess. Before she could protest, Aileen grabbed her by her hair, dragged her inside and securely locked the door again.
"Wha...what happened to you??" asked Julie, shocked beyond belief at the state of her friend. "...she...did" wheezed Tara, and collapsed onto the floor. Without speaking, Aileen grabbed Julie's arm and dragged her into the living room, confident Tara was no threat. Julie grabbed Aileen's leg and tried to topple her onto the floor, perhaps giving her a chance to get to the phone. But in doing so, Aileen lost her balance and fell ass first right onto Julie's mid-section. "Ooooofff!!" wailed Julie as she felt a wave of pain shoot through her. Spittle shot from her mouth and nose into the air. "Thanks for breaking my fall Julie. I may have hurt myself." said Aileen mockingly. With that, she stood up and placed both feet squarely on Julie's sore abdomen. "Ieeeee!!! Stop!!" she squealed as Aileen's weight crushed into her. "*sigh* ok you little wimp." Aileen said and stepped off the winded Julie. Next, she climbed up onto the sofa. "Now you snotty little bitch! Let's see if you can take THIS!" Aileen jumped into the air almost smacking her head on the ceiling. As she reached the apex of her jump, she put both legs out in front of her for a massive ass drop on poor little Julie. For Julie, all seemed to move in slow motion...Aileen's words, then her leap, and then her skirt flying up as she fell. Aileen's gorgeous panty clad rear was coming ever closer, and as she descended she looked down between her legs at Julie's terrified face with a devilish grin. Then she landed, with one cheek on Julie's collarbone, and one cheek right on her face. Her ass spread out over Julie's face and upper chest and compressed Julie into the hard wooden floor. *BAM!* Aileen folded her arms while continuing to sit on Julie. She looked over at Tara who was watching in from the hall floor and said "Your little friend here is TWICE as soft a seat as you were." which got an agonized groan from Julie underneath her. She stood up to reveal Julie's bruised face, and looked down at her from behind with a satisfied smile on her face. Aileen grabbed Julie and placed her face up on the plush sofa across from the TV. "It's time for Friends, my FAVORITE show. I hope you like it too Julie..and you Tara. Tara?"
Aileen looked over and saw that she had passed out on the floor, with her mouth hanging open and a small puddle of drool forming in front of it. "Don't you make me miss my show Tara! I asked you a question!!" yelled Aileen, and stormed across the room to where Tara lay. She nudged her with her foot, but got no response. The then shoved her onto her back...still nothing. "Ok then missy.. we'll see if we can't just wake you up then." Aileen stripped off her panties and tossed them to the side. She then stood over Tara's face, looking towards her feet. Next, she squatted over Tara's nose and let the tiniest puffy fart go. Pfft. Two seconds passed, then Tara stirred. Once the point blank smell hit her and she remembered the path's events of earlier, she let loose a blood curdling scream that was cut short by Aileen's intrusive anus planting itself firmly over top of her open mouth. Aileen remained squatting, but was sure to exert enough force on Tara's face to keep her mouth and jaw wide open. She then placed her elbows atop her knees, rested her chin in her hands and let loose a horrific gas bomb into Tara's mouth. Brrrrowowowfraappapapapappphhttttpap! As she released the gas, the look of stern concentration on her face changed to a wide contented smile. She closed her eyes and reached back letting her long hair out of its pony tail and shook her head as her locks came to rest on her shoulders. One more deep gutted rumbler seeped into Tara's mouth as she lay there helpless. It tasted as though Aileen's gas was pure sulphur, as its sour presence coated Tara's little mouth. Browwwwwwwowowowowwwwopppp! Aileen rose to her feet and looked down at Tara who's mouth was still wide open...but not as wide open as her eyes which were swelling and bloodshot. She rolled over on her side and began to convulse in attempts to push whatever remnants of food were left in her stomach out onto the floor.
Aileen turned her attention to Julie on the couch, and she made eye contact with her, attempting to get up. Aileen lowered her head slightly and her expression turned to a glare. She began walking towards Julie who's face bore an expression of sheer terror. "N..n..no. Please Aileen... I'll give you my diamond necklace...h.h.here..take it! Please!!" She ripped the jewelry piece off of her own neck and held it out to Aileen who was now standing right beside the couch. Tears streamed down her bruised face and her eyes looked sad, like those of a small puppy hungry for food. Aileen gently took the necklace and looked it over. It WAS pretty expensive looking... She turned away from Julie and put the necklace on. As she was clasping it shut behind her head she began to sit down. "Tell ya what Julie..I'll take the necklace, and I'll only sit on your head until Friends is over.And if you're real good I won't leave a skid mark on your cute little nose." said Aileen. And with that she sat her ass fully down on Julie's face and spun around lifting her legs to rest the length of her body. Aileen clicked on the TV with the remote and began to watch Friends. "Mmmmmfff!!MMMFFF!!!" mumbled Julie in pain and protest. "Stop making noise or you'll regret it." replied Aileen. "MMMMMMMFFFF!!!" squealed Julie. "Ok...you asked for it" Brappppttftt! Aileen grunted and let one rip over Julie's face which was nowhere to be seen, compressed a foot into the soft plush pillow of the couch. She adjusted and started to let Julie's helpless face slide deeper between her cheeks. "MMFFF!!" cried Julie, and received an immediate Brrappptt!! in response from Aileens behind. Her face sunk deeper still. "MMMFF!!" Braaappptt. "MMMMFF!!" Braaapt. and so it went for five minutes until Aileen's anus slipped over Julie's nose and held it within it's smelly grip. "I've had enough of your interruptions Julie. Get this through your conceited little head. I am, and I will continue sitting right on your face with your nose inside my ass. Not another sound from you or I will fart constantly straight up your nose until you pass out or die!! You will smell nothing but the smell of my asshole for months! Do YOU GOT ME?!?!" There was silence for about another 2 minutes, when Julie began to thrash. Her free arm flailed wildly and grabbed onto Aileen's thigh. Then, her nails dug into Aileen's flesh causing her to scream. A trail of blood trickled down Aileens leg onto the couch and she grabbed Julie's hand and bent it painfully backwards. Tendons snapped and crackled, causing a cry of intense pain from Julie, muffled by the immovable ass crushing her head into the furniture. "Ok...Ok..."said Aileen. "Now, you are going to pay dearly. You are going to wish you were Tara in a few minutes." Then she braced her elbows on the arm of the couch to give her leverage. She began lifting herself off Julie's face, then dropping down again, hard, using Julie's nose to basically fuck her in the ass.
With every bounce she would go higher, each time exerting more force on poor Julie's face. All Julie saw was Aileen's ass lift into the air, hold there for a fraction of a second and then come crashing back down. She was crying openly now as her face was being mashed to oblivion. Aileen closed her eyes as her pace quickened. Her hair jostled this way and that and she felt her orgasm building. She was flying 2 feet off of Julie's face each time now, and began to cry out in sheer pleasure. She loved knowing that Julie was forced to endure every second of her wild orgasm, in pain with every bounce. Finally, she slowed her bouncing to a rhythmic gyration of her hips, and came to a rest on Julie's face. Without saying a word, with Julie's nose squarely inside her anus, she let loose the barrage of farts to end all things. BRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTFFRRRAPPPAPAPAPAPPPFTTTT!!! Aileen's eyes were closed and her mouth hung open in sheer relief. "Ahhhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhh, Yeaahhh!" she whispered in a breathy voice. Julie, nor any other being who has ever lived smelled such a stench. It permeated into her sinuses and washed over her battered face like a wave of latex paint. Pupupupupupupufffrrttttphhhhh....sptz..sptzzzapapapsptz..PAP! Aileen shot volley after volley of putridity right into Julie's nose. Tiny squirts of brown squalid liquid trickled into her nasal cavity. At last, with one final Phooottpapapafrt Aileen smiled widely and said "Mmmmmm...I feel sooo much better. Thanks Julie." She stood up and Julie's nose slipped out of her gassy grip. Julie did not respond. Her eyes were rolled back and her face was so badly swollen she wasn't immediately recognizable. Aileen listened, and heard breathing, so she knew she didn't cause any permanent damage. She found her panties in the corner and slipped them on, then walked over to the couch and sat on Julie's head to adjust her socks and shoes before saying "It's been fun girls, I can't wait for the next project!". With that she unlocked the door, dropped the key on the floor and started home.
Kind of violent I guess, but let me know what you think anyway. Cheers folks. -Terry

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I Draw Your Bath

I draw your bath. The candle light flickers across the wall. It is a bubble bath with lavender scented bubbles. I ensure the temperature is perfectly to your liking before I chance to inform you it is ready. You wait in the bedroom, reading a book and drinking the tea I prepared for you.
I am naked except for the cock cage and butt plug, and have been this way since I arrived. I am not permitted to wear clothing when I am in your presence alone. I crawl into the room, for I am forbidden to walk in your presence as well. I bow my head to the floor. “Goddess, your bath is ready.”
“Hmmm…come and undress me,” you say distantly.
I crawl to the bed, the buttplug inside me shifting uncomfortably, yet it will stay there for as long as I am serving you, unless you decide I need a session with your strap-on.
“Undress me,” you order. “And perform your worship duties.”
“Yes, Goddess.”
I remove your socks and begin to kiss your feet. Your shoes have been on all day, but I relish the chance to show my devotion and my tongue flickers between your toes as I lick and clean your feet. The sensation of my mouth on your feet sends shivers up your spine.
Next, I gently remove your shirt and bra. I long to place my mouth on your beautiful breasts, but would not dare such a thing unless invited. Instead I use my mouth on your underarms. My duty is to ensure the ‘dirtier’ areas of your body are clean before you enter your bath. I lick the sweat from your armpits, savoring your taste. I then remove your pants. You roll over and I peel your underwear off slowly, revealing your perfectly shaped ass.
“That’s enough,” you stand abruptly and walk to the bathroom.
I crawl after you as quick as I am able. The plug has gotten very uncomfortable. I had to insert it before I arrived and then you had me take you to dinner. I am not permitted to mention my discomfort and it is to remain inside me until I leave. I dare not disobey.
I reach the bathroom.
Just as you are about to enter the bath, you stop and turn.
“I need to pee.” Your statement implies obedience.
I crawl forward and lift my head.
You step forward and place your heavenly pussy on my mouth. This is a great honor for me.
In moments your golden liquid is filling my mouth. I struggle to swallow, for I know spilling a drop means punishment….and my balls are still bruised from last time.
I drink it all. You finish and I am sure to lick you clean.
“Thank you, Goddess, for allowing me to serve as your toilet.”
You step into the bath and settle down.
For the duration of your bath I am required to perform for you. I place a large dildo on the toilet seat and begin to practice my cock sucking. You encourage me to take it deeper into my throat until I gag. When you tire of that I must entertain you in other ways.
Finally, I begin to wash and gently scrub your beautiful body. I caress every part of you with devotion and love. I scrub your back with long loving strokes. It has been a long day and you take your time enjoying it to the fullest.
When you are finished, I towel off all the parts of your beautiful body, honored to be able to look at and touch such perfection. I follow you into the bedroom.
You reach the bed and lie down on your stomach.
I begin to massage you, starting at your feet. I gently massage every part of your body, up our legs, your perfect ass, along your spine up to your neck. The feeling of my hands on your body is like heaven as I open the energy channels. I press the special points that allow you to feel wonderful.
You reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart, spreading them wide and presenting yourself to me.
“What do you say?” Your question taunts me.
“Please, Goddess, give me the honor of worshiping your temple.” I respond.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” Again you taunt me, knowing I have no other response.
“My wants are irrelevant, Goddess, I am here to serve you.”
“Good boy,” you smile, “Now lick my ass.”
I bring my mouth forward and place my lips on your puckered hole. My tongue darts out and I begin to lick up and down the crack of your beautiful ass. There is no other option for me. This ass has become the focus of my fantasies. My mouth begins to suck and kiss at you fully and deeply.
“Shove your tongue inside me. French kiss my asshole.” You whisper.
My tongue pushes through the outer ring and delves deeper inside you. My lips are locked around your asshole and I am now kissing and sucking at it with abandon. How low have I fallen? I don’t care. Your asshole has become my lover. You have taught me to surrender my ego. This act is so humiliating, yet I am driven to perform it. It is my penance to worship your ass. I feel I must do this for you to make up for the way I treated you in the past. I make love to your asshole with mouth and tongue. I can’t get enough. This has become the most erotic thing in my life. I need to please you in this way, my Goddess.
Next you have me worship your pussy as it gushes with juice. You are very aroused. It is a joyous moment for me to give you such pleasure as I bring you to orgasm.
I must admit that I dream of the time when you will allow me to cum. I no longer try to control that. I have given that decision to you. It is a difficult position because I know that you take no responsibility for it. You don’t care. My balls are so sore. Yet you are not interested in my problem. So I am stuck in this position. My pleasure is irrelevant. If you were to permit me to cum it would be for your enjoyment and perverse pleasure in having me lick it off your body. Otherwise I will continue to wait.
Someday, when my penance has been completed, I imagine you will take me into your bed with you and I will discover that blissful passionate lovemaking is so much more special than I ever thought.
Tonight you are tired and you simply dismiss me.
“Kiss me goodnight and you may go.” You say as you are beginning to drift off to sleep.
I bend forward and spread your ass cheeks.
My lips press gently across your temple, lingering at the entrance, savoring the final moment.
“Goodnight, Goddess.”

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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.

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Trevor and Bob and Bob's girlfriend loved to play games...one of their favorites was fart lighting..the 3 were the greatest fart lighters on this side of Omaha, Nebraska......one day after a beer drinking contest..it was 2 in the afternoon..all 3 were plastered off there asses on this fine Monday afternoon. It was Bob's girlfriend Suzy's idea to light some farts..seens that she had some chili earlier and alot of beer..both gave her some gas...the guys being men and all..took her up on that challenge....they felt they had as much gas as she did...So Suzy started then she farted..(hey that kind of rhymes..I'm a poet and didn't even realize that I was)..anyways...it blasted..."just a warm up, next one is going in flames" so Trevor let one go and it was a small one...then Bob's turn and it squeeked..Bob was too drunk to care anyways..but Trevor was not gonna get beat in a fart lighting contest by a petite girl....so Suzy had Trevor put the lighter up her ass..being the gentleman he is and flick the lighter to flame and then she let out a Ffflupityberrrpff...then WHOOSH what a flame and she even had some more left for the smell
Fact: when you light your farts it burns the smell
So now it was Trevor's turn..he waved away her fart smell to let some air ..just in case his fart would leave a smell..and then took the lighter up to his ass and then lit . Feert whoosh...Suzy laughed "you fart like a girl" Trevor crinkled his eyebrows and said "just warming up" they both looked to Bob.."Bob its your turn" said Suzy..but Bob was passed out.."Looks like it's you and I" said Trevor..and then Suzy with evil grin and let out a little wind...and said "You're on" Trevor went ahead and let another one loose into the lighter...Whooooosh
"Not bad Trev, But try this one on for size" she pulled up her skirt to expose her panties and then said 'allow me" grabbed the lighter out of Trevor's hand and put it up her ass...then BRRRRAAPPWHOOOOOOOSH "damn" said Trevor...thats nothing....but then a little bit of her smell reached his nose...."pugh, that one stank, girl"..said Trevor..." I'm telling you Trev..the beer gives it the nice stinky smell"
Then Trevor grabbed the lighter and squeezed out a ppt..but no whoosh.. Suzy just laughed...Trevor was now determined...then Suzy lit one towards him.. Ferwhoosh "thats just a little one..oh a big one to you Trev" Suzy said. Trevor was squeezing and squeezing to build up a giant one..he would not let this girl get the best of him......then all of a sudden he felt it..the big one..this one would light up the whole back yard...Trevor said.."Suzy hand me the lighter please" then pulled down his pants and underwear and put the lighter up there..and felt it build up....(instead of sound affects..I'll explain) The backyard lit up ..it was like lightning...the sound broke the sky...Suzy ducked low..it was beutiful..scientist belive that this was the day in history that the night turned to day in a matter of seconds...it gave the ambiance of the end..was it a comet? was it a ufo? no it was a big ball of fire and behind that was good ole happy Trevor and underneath was Suzy with a frown...the flame was dying down..then from the impact it swooped up Trevors colon..and his guts exploded...BOOOM!!!
Goodbye Trevor.
Trevor felt nothing he was floating in a mass of darkness...am I blind? His emotions were at ease..he just knew he was floating..he began to build up.."Oh my God" said Trevor "I'm dead" he began to float a bit more..the only thing he noticed besides bliss was that he smelled real bad....he couldn't handle it..then he noticed a tunnel of light..and his soul was floating in a quicker pace to that light hole in the distance.. Meanwhile Suzy as she was sobering up..was trying to wake Bob up "Bob, Trevor is dead wake up" But Bob was passed out..he was on Tilt. Suzy felt a bit more gas in her..so she figured a way to wake up Bob..she pulled her panties down and put a lighter to her ass and pointed her ass to Bobs face..and began to squeeze
Trevor was reaching the tunnel in a fast pace it was magnificent..it was like a roller coaster ride faster then ever..even the one at the local fair...."I'm going to heaven" then the light got bigger and brighter....and then he shot through
WHOOOOSH.."Hell?'
The end

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Mother And Daughter Ass Attack

By Kan on Fri Sep 18, 1998
[Howdy, fart lovers...here's a new story for you to inhale, hope you all like it. Sniff deep, embrace the aroma and let me know what you stink, er, think...]
Cathy and her pretty teenage daughter, Alison, sat in the kitchen at the counter, a huge bowl of raw veggies in front of them. They were munching broccoli and stared at me as I walked in. "Hey, health food, good choices," I said casually, kissing Cathy on the head. The 45-year-old short-haired blonde and I had been dating for a year or so. She and Alison lived alone. "We've been eating this shit all day waiting for you," Alison growled, snapping off a huge green mouthful of veggie. "Alison, please, your language," Cathy said, chastising her daughter but keeping her eyes trained on me, coldly.
"What's the problem, ladies?" I asked nervously, sniffing the air. "And what's that smell?" Alison giggled and lifted a cheek off her stool to rip a loud, crackling fart. "That's the smell," she laughed. "Like it?" My mouth hung open as the two women kept chewing and staring. I was getting a little anxious. "You hit on my daughter and you hit on my daughter's friends," Cathy said calmly, putting down her broccoli stalk and standing up, straightening her beige shorts on her slender, muscular legs. "That will not be tolerated. You and I are no longer dating, for one thing, and you must be punished for another."
I was stunned. I had hit on Alison, but I swore she was coming on to me first. I was about to explain that to Cathy, but knew there was no way on earth she'd believe a 16-year-old girl would come onto a 45-year-old man. "Hon, please, I can explain...." I stammered, walking up to her, putting my hands on her shoulders. She smiled up into my eyes and I leaned forward to kiss her. The pain that shot into my balls was instant and intense. I looked down expecting to see Cathy's slim thigh jammed into my crotch, but instead saw only Alison's grubby sneaker. She'd nailed me in the nuts from behind. She slid her foot out and I hit the floor at her mother's knees, in agony. "Nice shot, Ally," Cathy said, high-fiving her daughter. "All those years of dance and athletics paid off!" I grovelled at Cathy's feet, holding my balls as they walked around me, jabbing me with their feet, Cathy with her sandals, Alison with her sneaks. The lithe young blonde wore baggy shorts, socks and t-shirt, and she didn't smell that great. I knew she'd been at sports practices all day and as a teen, she was not fond of showering. She kicked me in the ribs to roll me to my back and then used her long legs to snake a figure-four leg lock on my legs, bending my knee at a painful angle. I howled in pain. "Get him, ma," Alison hissed. "Bury that moaning face!"
Cathy descended on me, hiking up her shorts to expose her muscular, creamy ass, an ass better than most woman half her age. I saw the tufts of hair peeking around the thin fabric of her tiny panties and then felt it tickle my eyes and nose and lips. She was absorbing my face inside her ass muff, finally settling down on my nose, pulling the panties aside and taking my nose inside her wet asshole. "Ahhhhhh...." she hissed, rocking back and forth on my face, fucking my nose in her shitter. "It's home!!" "Let 'em rip, ma!!!" Alison screamed, undoing the figure four to spread my legs and ram both her dirty sneakers up into my balls. The world erupted into a Vesuvius of sound, stench and sensation as Cathy unloaded an ungodly, long, rumbling series of farts directly into my face and up my nose. The smell was overwhelming, the sound deafening and the wetness on my face sticky-moist as she continued to lay down fart after fart, one hardly ending as another picked up steam, layering my moaning face with shit-stenched waves of butt flame. My body twitched involuntarily and my hands pawed meekly at the thick pads of warm ass meat that scissored me to the deep dampness inside.
"Holy shit, ma, that's bad, I mean REALLY bad!!" Alison laughed, pumping her feet into my numb nuts. "My turn!!" Cathy got up off my face, knowing I was too paralyzed to move. Alison jumped up and peeled off her shorts and panties, standing on thin, muscular legs, spreading wide her glistening ass flesh and standing over my face. "Look at it, asshole, look at that shitchute," she growled over her shoulder. "You're gonna get to know it well in the next 10 minutes." And for 10 minutes, little Alison perched on my face, grinding my nose inside her gritty anus, the stench from that unwashed orifice alone enough to blind a man. But add to that a constant barrage of belly thunder, as she sat calmly on my face with that big bowl of veggies on my chest, eating handfuls of cauliflower, broccoli, pepper and scallions, and it's a wonder I wasn't killed outright.
The smell from the teen vixen's hairless pooper was not of this earth, a combination of raw vegetables, shit, cheap teenage perfume, pussy cheese and sweat. It was a low, constant groan that oozed from her asshole after a few minutes of plank-splitting butt thunder, the force of that sudden expulsion of original air peeling back my eyelids and coating my corneas with blinding methane. What little air I had to breathe that wasn't totally fouled by the hissing emissions from her shitter was what I could suck in from the cheesy folds of her hairy teen twat, which she was rubbing all over my mouth in an effort to gag me with her come. And she did, repeatedly. She used my face as her personal gas bidet for 15 minutes, finally climbing off to stand over me with her mom, both of them munching the rest of the veggies in the bowl. Suddenly, Cathy's slim belly grumbled loudly and they laughed. "Hold him for me, honey," she said, dashing down the hallway. "I'll be right back." Alison slid to the floor and laced her muscular teen girl thighs around my neck for a tight scissors, folding her slender but iron-hard calves up alongside my jawbone for a crushing embrace as we both listened - me in horror, she in laughter - to her mother unloading a gruesomely loud and wet shit in the bathroom down the hall. Five minutes later, she came back, sans shorts. And smiling.
"Damn, Alison, I thought we had toilet paper!" she laughed. "We do, mom," Alison said, giggling, pointing to my red face trapped in her scissors. "Right here!" Cathy sat hard on my face, grinding her shitty shitter onto my nose, wiping her dripping bunger clean on my lips, cheeks, chin, whatever she could. The smell was worse than ever, the taste nauseating, but Alison's choking scissorlock on my throat kept me from puking. Finally, Cathy settled down for a long, hard nose fuck, bouncing her foul rectal tissue up and down on me, the ghastly stench being piledriven up my nasal passages. And if the wet grain of her shitted butt opening wasn't bad enough, she was forcing it in even deeper by a constant cadence of rippling rump bombs that were being driven right into my shit-soggy brain.
I was nearly out when they finished with me that day. I staggered to my feet to the kitchen sink and puked down the drain. They stood next to me, laughing. Alison reached over my head up into a cupboard and came down with a box. "Eat up, ma," she hissed, opening the box of prunes and passing a few to her mother. "It's early yet." I puked again before they pulled me up, washed my face off and returned me to my private hell on the kitchen floor....

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by Melanie on Sun Apr 25, 1999
It's story time. Gather round friends, and listen to what your pal Melanie has to tell you. Hi everyone, Sorry for not being around lately, I've actually just not been around. There was no reason for it, I just chose not to use my computer, well other than for school. But there is an upside to this. I haven't been on in so long I've accumulated some fart stories, 3 of which are interesting enough for me to tell you, so get comfortable friends and let Melanie tell you 3 stories of magical girl's letting loud farts.

STORY 1:

The first story is about me ( of course). I figured you'd all get a kick out of this one. On Friday, my Father, brother, and me, finally saw the Matrix. Very good movie ( but then again, I think Keanu Reeve's is cute). So after the movie my little overly mature 13 year old brother was acting his age, and trying some of the martial art's move's he saw in the movie. Only problem was he was trying them on me, and I wasn't playing. He kept kicking me in my claves, and then when I would hit back he would try to block it all with one hand ( like in the movie), but I got really irritated at him, and just kept kicking and kicking me. Now where's my Father? In the bathroom, You know how people always go after the movie. So he keep's kicking and pushing me, and I just SCREAMED at him, got some people's attention and he stopped, and we saw my Father coming so we walked out and went into the parking lot.
He started to bother me again, poking me in my side and pushing me trying to get me fight him, and I calmly kept saying stop when, Euuuuurrrgurgle! My stomach made a loud noise. Caught his attention and he stopped hitting me and stared at my stomach, then he looked at me, He knew what that meant, and here's my favourite part, the look in his face was priceless. It was a scared, pleading, have mercy, and a I should have stopped when I had the chance look, all mixed into one. I rushed and pinned against the car, he was saying No, I'll tell Dad, when before he could say another word I had him on the ground in the parking, me on his face and blasted a loud sputtering Blapppp pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop!!!! There were so many little pop farts after the initial blast I thought my Father would get to us before I stopped farting. They were all loud and snapping.
Well when we got home I took a huge poop, and then got yelled at. My little brother didn't tell them I farted on him ( I think he was embarrassed)but, when I slammed him to the ground he hit his head and cut is arm. Oooops!!! Well Hey, He started it LOL!!!!!

STORY 2:

Of my group of friends this next story is about the one who's name you all should remember. My friend Karen, the one who ratted me out when i farted in class all those month's ago, and the one who I got revenge on by causing her to let one slip in front of her boyfriend. HA HA!!!!! Karen is also the one out of us who farts the least. She's not that much fun in this area, because while the rest of us joke around about farting, and between the 7 of us (that includes me & Karen)are constantly farting, she does the least. Well this story is about one of her moments in the sun. A few days ago we ( Jenny and I) were at Karen's house. Jenny another of the groups members. While we were there Karen was walking around with a bad stomach, this was destined for trouble. She didn't fart right away but her stomach kept making gurgly and watery diarrhea like noises. Then while we were watching Titanic on HBO, with absolutely no warning Karen perks up as if to warn us, get's real wide eyed then Brreeeeeevprdddt Blaaaaaaap POP SNAP!! Pooooooooooooont! She let out this series of 3 completely different farts one right after another with little pops in between. It was so funny, that is the first time Karen, or any member of the group for that matter has farted around one another and turned red, not just red, she turned bright red. But then she started laughing too, so it was Ok.

STORY 3:

It's another one about me. The entire family ( Mom, Dad, Brother, and me) were coming back from a trip to the mall. We ate Burger King in the mall. There mistake. Were in the car on our way home when a gas bubble hit my rectum and wanted out so I gave a gentle little push and ptssssssssssss. Just a gentle hiss. About 10 seconds later, the car was in an uproar over who farted. Window's were rolled down and accusations were made. No on exactly knew which of the 4 of us did it yet, but they soon would. Not even one minute later ptsssssssss, more silent gas hissed out of my butt. I swear my seat literally was getting hot. Then, my Mom say's "Alright, Which one of you is doing this?" And the windows went back down.
While they were down ptssssssss, This time I giggled to myself, and just enjoyed the feeling of this hot putrid gas that was killing everybody passing from between my cheeks, through my panties, then through my jeans, and bouncing off the seat and finally permeating the air. My brother made a wild accusation and got it right, but no one knew yet, he shouted "God Mel you stink" The fact that i didn't reply to that should have told everyone it really was me, but I just looked out the window, my face now red from suppressing laughter. Then more fun the final fart. I had a few more but after this no more in the car, it happened shortly after my brother's accusation. I gave a gentle push and PSHHHHHHHHHHHHTSSSSSSSssssssssssss! A long, and I mean long, one of those, I ran out of breath pushing it out this long fart came out. And it was the rankest of them all, literally by far.
Then it happened, My Dad said "Alright, I know most of you think it's me, But I swear to you all I would never sit here and try to kill you all, because which ever of you two kid's is doing this, cause I know it's one of you, is killing everyone, I'm up here choking, your Mom doesn't know whether she's gonna puke or pass out, so please, and I mean PLEASE STOP, you're killing us all" I lost it over my Dad's little speech, I blew my own cover, I laughed until tears came down my face and when it was all over and I came back to reality, I was getting some icy stares in that car. Then my Dad said "No more Burger King for you until your 21" That was funny.
Hope you've all enjoyed my true accounts of the last two weeks.

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School-Girl's Sweet Revenge

By Terry on Mon Apr 26, 1999
Aileen was a large girl. Very large. This is not to say that she's fat, very much the contrary. She could in fact be said to have the perfect body proportional to her size. She was 6'10" tall and about 255lbs. She always wore her longish strawberry blonde hair in a pony tail, and wore what clothes she could find to fit her. She had an amazing body, but though magnificent to behold her size intimidated most men. On this particular day, she wore what was pretty much the standard outfit of her private school, which was a short plaid skirt (Very short on her) white knee socks, little black shoes and a white pull over sweater. She was still angry with her parents making her come back here for her senior year when she specifically told them she wanted to attend public school. Being 18 and almost a foot taller than the school's largest male made it impossible to get anything resembling a date.
It was Tuesday afternoon, and two of the girls who teased her the most about her height regularly, calling her freak, and stilts etc., passed her in the hall way. "Aileen," said Tara who was the most cruel of the two, "We were wondering if you'd like to join us at Julie's place tonight to work on the biology poster. We need a third person." Aileen was nearly knocked off her feet with astonishment. Though she was leary of their offer, she smiled meekly and said ok. "Great" said Tara. "We'll expect you at 6. Bring some CD's too, if you have anything cool." Aileen couldn't believe it. All these years in school these two had treated her like trash and now this. Maybe it was a sign they had grown up and things would be different. If only she knew how wrong she was.
Not wanting to screw up her chance to have popular friends, Aileen was at the door at the dot of 6:00. She nervously stepped up to the door and rang the bell. She wore the same schoolgirl outfit she had worn earlier in the day. "Just a minute" came from inside in a cheery voice. Just then, the door flung open and Aileen was greeted with a bucket full of stinking brown dishwater, and the sight of Julie, Tara and Cynthia (who was holding the bucket) standing there laughing to kill themselves as poor Aileen dropped her CD's on the stone porch, smashing all of the cases and spreading wet plastic everywhere. Aileen had started baking cookies as soon as she got home from school and the fine china plate of her mother's splintered into a thousand shards on the ground as she lost her grip on that too. "What a gullible FREAK!!hahahah" shrieked Tara amid the laughter and slammed the door closed while Aileen stood there mortified. She began to pick up her mess and sob.
A few minutes later as she was walking down the back path from Julie's place to her home, she heard footsteps coming down the path after her. It was Tara, also on her way home. Did this mean that the ONLY reason they got together in the first place was to humiliate her? Something inside Aileen snapped, and where she would have run in humiliation before, she whipped around and started towards the approaching Tara. "How DARE you do something like this to me?" she yelled at Tara. "My clothes are RUINED!!" Tara just laughed and said "Oh, go cry to mommy you freakish bitch."
Now Aileen became furious. She went up behind the giggling Tara and grabbed her hair with both hands. Then by brute force she yanked her backwards so hard that she fell flat on the hard stone path. She planted her lovely foot square on Tara's chest and held her to the ground. "Wha...What are you DOING??" shrieked Tara. "You tell me you're sorry for what you did, and replace my CD's and my mom's china plate, and I'll let you go home. If you don't, you're going to be VERY unhappy." said Aileen with a mischievous look on her face. Her lovely red lips hugger her words as she spoke down to the frightened Tara. "Fuck you! GET your big fat foot off me NOW!" she ordered. "Wroooooong!" Aileen chirped in a playful voice. She turned away from Tara and stood over her prone body. Looking up Tara saw Aileen's pillar-like legs go up to her curvy hips and sweet round ass. She noticed that her cheeks were straining the fabric of her panties, with most of them riding up her crack.
Aileen just dropped from her stance right onto Tara's chest with her incredible ass. "CRUNCH!". All of Tara's wind was knocked out of her, and at least two of her ribs were broken. "Tell me you're sorry or I'll sit on you head." she chirped in a sweet little voice to the now gasping Tara. Obviously with no air in her lungs Tara could not respond. "Ok, I'll just slide back a bit so the world doesn't have to see your ugly face for awhile." said Aileen matter of factly. Slowly Aileen began to shift backwards towards Tara's face. When her butt reached the base of her chin she grabbed the back of her skirt and said "Floop." in a cute little voice as she flipped it over Tara's face. "...n..n..noo.." croaked Tara in protest, as Aileen sloooowly slid her ass right onto her face. "Ohhh, man I needed to get off my feet" said Aileen slowly settling more of her weight onto Tara's upturned face. Her ass spreading out more as she continued to sit. "baking all afternoon is tiring. Mind if I sit here for awhile?" she said settling the rest of her weight on poor Tara's skull, the back of her head pressed into the unyielding concrete-like ground.
As Aileen's butt spread over Tara's face, she adjusted herself slightly every few seconds, and Tara's face slipped ever farther between her cheeks. "...mmmff...mmmm" squeaked Tara from under her captor's behind. "Oh my..your face seems to be disappearing somewhere. I'm sorry about that..it must be getting difficult to breathe." said Aileen with a giggle. About another two minutes passed and Tara began to thrash. Aileen stood up from Tara's face and looked down at her. Tara gasped for air and started to cry and sob. Aileen smiled and said "Oh my! All those tears for only a couple minutes?" Tara replied "You...you rotten bitch...just wait till I get my friends." Enraged again Aileen said sternly "Oh dear, I'm getting SO tired again. I just Have to take another rest. She looked down at the terrified Tara with her hand on her hip and hiked up her skirt again. "No...wait..please" cried Tara, but Aileen planted he but right on top of her face settling quickly this time, her cheeks enveloping Tara's face and head like a snake swallowing a rat.
"Now look what you've done. You've gone and given me an upset stomach with all you've put me through." Aileen put her legs out in front of her and made sure every ounce of her weight was crushing Tara's skull into the ground. Her head was not visible underneath Aileen's butt at all. "Uh oh..I really would get off you to do this, but I'm just SO tired right now, and your little head is so nice and comfy to sit on..oh well." Aileen smiled and a slight strained look came across her face. Braaaapppptttt! "Oh yeahh...that feels good. hmm..but dear I feel so bad for you..it must smell dreadful, what with your face in my ass like that." Tara felt like she was in hell. A sulfury shot of noxious air washed over her face and into her sinuses. "mmmmm!!!mmmmmfff!!" she shrieked under Aileen. Phrappapapapppphhhttt! Another, longer and more smelly wave of gas shot over her face as Aileen said "My...I'm going to stain my panties at this rate..let me adjust them". Aileen leaned over to the side and Tara gasped for air and sobbed openly. She slid her panties down to her knees and looked down at Tara. "Why, I haven't even gotten STARTED yet...I'm going to sit on your little face again and try to shove your nose into my colon. I'll sit there until I get rid of this dreadful gas or I crush your head flat. Now hold still." Tara croaked "...you..can't...nooo...*cough*" and was cut off by Aileen's ass sitting squarely on her face again. "Ohh, that's better" said Aileen as her cheeks sucked Tara's face between them. She felt the tip of Tara's nose against her little asshole and wiggled a bit until it slid inside its moist pungent ring. "Oops..now where are you putting your nose THIS time miss gossip!. This'll teach you to keep it out of other people's business!." Aileen strained slightly her anus vibrated around Tara's nose giving a moist sound Apapapapapapapppphhrrttt! Tara shrieked again as more of her nose and face slipped into Aileen's widening anus. "Stop resisting it! You're wasting my gas!" she said and pounded Tara in the stomach with her fist three times. She then wiggled her ass back and fourth on Tara's face, scraping the back of her skull on the ground and attempting, it seemed to shove Tara's whole head up her ass. "Ok you bitch!! this is for the last ten years!!" A look of extreme concentration came over her face. She tossed her pony tail over her shoulder, closed her eyes, clenched her fists and bit her lower lip and she began forcing a torrent of gas out of her asshole. She sat with all of her weight on Tara's face and formed a seal between her ass and Tara's nose. Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff....ffff.....fffuupupupu.pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff Tara felt the rush of gas straight up her nasal passages. The smell was a constant fountain of sulphur and rotten cabbage. Her lungs began to inflate and in her weakened state she could do nothing but lay there in agony. "Ohhh yeahhhh" said Aileen as she continued straining with all her might.
Tara's lungs were painfully full now, so Aileen's continuing barrage had nowhere to go but over her face. Brrrappppppppttapapapapaphrutututapapapppp!!! A mist of brown liquid sprayed over Tara's face like a spray from a perfume atomizer. "Ahhhhhhhh." sighed Aileen and stood up off Tara's crushed face. ..schhhhllluckk! The seal formed between Aileen's ass and Tara's face pulled apart. Aileen bounced once with her ass on Tara's chest, dragging her crack over her shirt leaving a smelly skid mark for all to see. Tara rolled over on her side, gasping, wheezing, coughing and began to vomit. Calmly Aileen put her panties back on and straightened her outfit. Tara was crying hard, in between gasps for air and bouts of puking. She clutched her chest and sobbed. "Now I think I'll visit Julie." said Aileen and kicked Tara onto her back. Aileen put her foot right on Tara's head and did a flamingo stand on the side of it, on the pavement. All of her 255 lbs crushing down on it while Tara screamed a shrill scream of pure agony. "I'll see you in school tomorrow dear." said Aileen and walked off down the path towards Julie's place, leaving Tara sobbing and curled up. She'd be smelling nothing but Aileen's ass for weeks.
Aileen quickened her pace up the path leading back to Julie's place, the staggered sobs and choking coughs of Tara now faint in the distance. A little smile came across her face as she thought how wonderful it felt making Tara pay for all those years of torture. Walking up onto the porch or Julie's house now, taking note that her parents were vacationing in Florida, Aileen calmly rang the doorbell. Seconds later the door opened. Julie stood there and started to say "Did you forget something Tara..." when Aileen pushed her inside with all of her might. Julie fell flat on her back and Aileen quickly closed the door behind her locking it, and removing the key from the bolt assembly. "What in the HELL do you think YOU'RE doing you crazy bitch! Get out of my house NOW or I'll call the police! Just wait till I tell Tara what you just did! We'll all crucify you at school tomorrow!" But before another word could come out of Julie's mouth, there came a feeble knock at the door. "I'll get it.." chirped Aileen, knowing all too well who it was. She unlocked the door to reveal poor broken Tara standing there hunched over and looking like a mess. Before she could protest, Aileen grabbed her by her hair, dragged her inside and securely locked the door again.
"Wha...what happened to you??" asked Julie, shocked beyond belief at the state of her friend. "...she...did" wheezed Tara, and collapsed onto the floor. Without speaking, Aileen grabbed Julie's arm and dragged her into the living room, confident Tara was no threat. Julie grabbed Aileen's leg and tried to topple her onto the floor, perhaps giving her a chance to get to the phone. But in doing so, Aileen lost her balance and fell ass first right onto Julie's mid-section. "Ooooofff!!" wailed Julie as she felt a wave of pain shoot through her. Spittle shot from her mouth and nose into the air. "Thanks for breaking my fall Julie. I may have hurt myself." said Aileen mockingly. With that, she stood up and placed both feet squarely on Julie's sore abdomen. "Ieeeee!!! Stop!!" she squealed as Aileen's weight crushed into her. "*sigh* ok you little wimp." Aileen said and stepped off the winded Julie. Next, she climbed up onto the sofa. "Now you snotty little bitch! Let's see if you can take THIS!" Aileen jumped into the air almost smacking her head on the ceiling. As she reached the apex of her jump, she put both legs out in front of her for a massive ass drop on poor little Julie. For Julie, all seemed to move in slow motion...Aileen's words, then her leap, and then her skirt flying up as she fell. Aileen's gorgeous panty clad rear was coming ever closer, and as she descended she looked down between her legs at Julie's terrified face with a devilish grin. Then she landed, with one cheek on Julie's collarbone, and one cheek right on her face. Her ass spread out over Julie's face and upper chest and compressed Julie into the hard wooden floor. *BAM!* Aileen folded her arms while continuing to sit on Julie. She looked over at Tara who was watching in from the hall floor and said "Your little friend here is TWICE as soft a seat as you were." which got an agonized groan from Julie underneath her. She stood up to reveal Julie's bruised face, and looked down at her from behind with a satisfied smile on her face. Aileen grabbed Julie and placed her face up on the plush sofa across from the TV. "It's time for Friends, my FAVORITE show. I hope you like it too Julie..and you Tara. Tara?"
Aileen looked over and saw that she had passed out on the floor, with her mouth hanging open and a small puddle of drool forming in front of it. "Don't you make me miss my show Tara! I asked you a question!!" yelled Aileen, and stormed across the room to where Tara lay. She nudged her with her foot, but got no response. The then shoved her onto her back...still nothing. "Ok then missy.. we'll see if we can't just wake you up then." Aileen stripped off her panties and tossed them to the side. She then stood over Tara's face, looking towards her feet. Next, she squatted over Tara's nose and let the tiniest puffy fart go. Pfft. Two seconds passed, then Tara stirred. Once the point blank smell hit her and she remembered the path's events of earlier, she let loose a blood curdling scream that was cut short by Aileen's intrusive anus planting itself firmly over top of her open mouth. Aileen remained squatting, but was sure to exert enough force on Tara's face to keep her mouth and jaw wide open. She then placed her elbows atop her knees, rested her chin in her hands and let loose a horrific gas bomb into Tara's mouth. Brrrrowowowfraappapapapappphhttttpap! As she released the gas, the look of stern concentration on her face changed to a wide contented smile. She closed her eyes and reached back letting her long hair out of its pony tail and shook her head as her locks came to rest on her shoulders. One more deep gutted rumbler seeped into Tara's mouth as she lay there helpless. It tasted as though Aileen's gas was pure sulphur, as its sour presence coated Tara's little mouth. Browwwwwwwowowowowwwwopppp! Aileen rose to her feet and looked down at Tara who's mouth was still wide open...but not as wide open as her eyes which were swelling and bloodshot. She rolled over on her side and began to convulse in attempts to push whatever remnants of food were left in her stomach out onto the floor.
Aileen turned her attention to Julie on the couch, and she made eye contact with her, attempting to get up. Aileen lowered her head slightly and her expression turned to a glare. She began walking towards Julie who's face bore an expression of sheer terror. "N..n..no. Please Aileen... I'll give you my diamond necklace...h.h.here..take it! Please!!" She ripped the jewelry piece off of her own neck and held it out to Aileen who was now standing right beside the couch. Tears streamed down her bruised face and her eyes looked sad, like those of a small puppy hungry for food. Aileen gently took the necklace and looked it over. It WAS pretty expensive looking... She turned away from Julie and put the necklace on. As she was clasping it shut behind her head she began to sit down. "Tell ya what Julie..I'll take the necklace, and I'll only sit on your head until Friends is over.And if you're real good I won't leave a skid mark on your cute little nose." said Aileen. And with that she sat her ass fully down on Julie's face and spun around lifting her legs to rest the length of her body. Aileen clicked on the TV with the remote and began to watch Friends. "Mmmmmfff!!MMMFFF!!!" mumbled Julie in pain and protest. "Stop making noise or you'll regret it." replied Aileen. "MMMMMMMFFFF!!!" squealed Julie. "Ok...you asked for it" Brappppttftt! Aileen grunted and let one rip over Julie's face which was nowhere to be seen, compressed a foot into the soft plush pillow of the couch. She adjusted and started to let Julie's helpless face slide deeper between her cheeks. "MMFFF!!" cried Julie, and received an immediate Brrappptt!! in response from Aileens behind. Her face sunk deeper still. "MMMFF!!" Braaappptt. "MMMMFF!!" Braaapt. and so it went for five minutes until Aileen's anus slipped over Julie's nose and held it within it's smelly grip. "I've had enough of your interruptions Julie. Get this through your conceited little head. I am, and I will continue sitting right on your face with your nose inside my ass. Not another sound from you or I will fart constantly straight up your nose until you pass out or die!! You will smell nothing but the smell of my asshole for months! Do YOU GOT ME?!?!" There was silence for about another 2 minutes, when Julie began to thrash. Her free arm flailed wildly and grabbed onto Aileen's thigh. Then, her nails dug into Aileen's flesh causing her to scream. A trail of blood trickled down Aileens leg onto the couch and she grabbed Julie's hand and bent it painfully backwards. Tendons snapped and crackled, causing a cry of intense pain from Julie, muffled by the immovable ass crushing her head into the furniture. "Ok...Ok..."said Aileen. "Now, you are going to pay dearly. You are going to wish you were Tara in a few minutes." Then she braced her elbows on the arm of the couch to give her leverage. She began lifting herself off Julie's face, then dropping down again, hard, using Julie's nose to basically fuck her in the ass.
With every bounce she would go higher, each time exerting more force on poor Julie's face. All Julie saw was Aileen's ass lift into the air, hold there for a fraction of a second and then come crashing back down. She was crying openly now as her face was being mashed to oblivion. Aileen closed her eyes as her pace quickened. Her hair jostled this way and that and she felt her orgasm building. She was flying 2 feet off of Julie's face each time now, and began to cry out in sheer pleasure. She loved knowing that Julie was forced to endure every second of her wild orgasm, in pain with every bounce. Finally, she slowed her bouncing to a rhythmic gyration of her hips, and came to a rest on Julie's face. Without saying a word, with Julie's nose squarely inside her anus, she let loose the barrage of farts to end all things. BRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTFFRRRAPPPAPAPAPAPPPFTTTT!!! Aileen's eyes were closed and her mouth hung open in sheer relief. "Ahhhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhh, Yeaahhh!" she whispered in a breathy voice. Julie, nor any other being who has ever lived smelled such a stench. It permeated into her sinuses and washed over her battered face like a wave of latex paint. Pupupupupupupufffrrttttphhhhh....sptz..sptzzzapapapsptz..PAP! Aileen shot volley after volley of putridity right into Julie's nose. Tiny squirts of brown squalid liquid trickled into her nasal cavity. At last, with one final Phooottpapapafrt Aileen smiled widely and said "Mmmmmm...I feel sooo much better. Thanks Julie." She stood up and Julie's nose slipped out of her gassy grip. Julie did not respond. Her eyes were rolled back and her face was so badly swollen she wasn't immediately recognizable. Aileen listened, and heard breathing, so she knew she didn't cause any permanent damage. She found her panties in the corner and slipped them on, then walked over to the couch and sat on Julie's head to adjust her socks and shoes before saying "It's been fun girls, I can't wait for the next project!". With that she unlocked the door, dropped the key on the floor and started home.
Kind of violent I guess, but let me know what you think anyway. Cheers folks. -Terry

The Joys of a Bidet (bidet fiction)

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by Lisa on Sat Jun 6, 1998

(This isn't REALLY fart fiction, but it dose have farts! You shouldn't read this story if you're under 18. Thanks to BoBday for all his help.)

 Joy quickly rushed of the plane and into the terminal. She couldn't wait...two weeks with Cynthia...in England, no less! It was Joy's first trip away from the States and she was very excited. Joy was a very cute blond,23, and had meet Cynthia, 5 years her senior, in New York, in a bored room. They found themselves spending more and more time together ("strictly for business, of course") but they had really connected and...well...that last week wasn't business. But, all to soon, Cynthia had to go back to England.

Joy was heart broken, but the two decided to try the long distance relationship thing. Now, finally, after two months of e-mails and letters, Joy was visiting Cynthia's home turf. She was so excited! Joy quickly scanned the terminal and spotted Cynthia. It wasn't difficult...the pretty, dark haired woman stood nearly a head taller over almost everyone in the crowd. She wore her black hair down and had on a pair of dark sunglasses that hid her pretty blue eyes. Joy smiled, jumped up and waved, rushing over to Cynthia, throwing her arms around her. "Hi. I missed you" she said. Cynthia kissed her head. "Me too. Lets go!"

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'Wow, a limo!' Joy thought. 'Cynthia really pulled out all the stops. The two held each other. Joy's tummy gurgled, and she winced. Cynthia brushed Joy's hair from her eye's. "What's wrong?" she asked, concerned. Joy clutched her tummy. "Uh...airline food" Joy moaned. A small PHUUURP! Escaped from Joy's hinie. "Uh...it's given me a bad case of the winds. Oooooo.... I think I should get to the bathroom REAL soon. Oh!" PLURP! "Well, It won't be long till we're home. Then, you can go to the bathroom, catch a nap and then we'll go out for dinner." "Sounds great!" Joy said.

Joy passed gas umpteen times on the ride back to Cynthia's. Each time, her face reddened, but Cynthia wrapped her arm around Joy's shoulders and reassured her everything was alright. Soon they pulled up to Cynthia large home. They took Joy's luggage from the trunk of the car and Joy rushed in. She was fidgeting like a child, and that amused Cynthia. While The pressure on poor Joy's bumhole had been uncomfortable before, it was quickly becoming too much. Cynthia pointed down a hall. "Right down there. First door to the right." "Thank you!"

Joy bolted into the bathroom and dropped her pants and panties. She quickly planted her bare butt on the cool porcelain and sighed. PURRP "Ooooo!" she squealed as she let out a fart that echoed within the bowl. She strained slightly, letting out a loud zipper fart. She didn't have to strain long; a hot, gooey light brown log quickly poked it's head out of her pink hole. It popped and crackled as it came out, dirtying up her pretty white ass cheeks and landed in the bowl with a KER-PLUNK! "Ahhhh!" she sighed. Just then, Joy's ass exploded with smelly gas. POOOOOOOO! PHURT! POOOOOM! BLORT BLORT BLORT!POOOOOOoooooOOOoooOoooOoOOONT! Joy giggled, but hoped that Cynthia didn't hear her. Some light brown, sticky balls of poop began to fall from her pink hole. They hit the water. PLIP PLOP PLOOSH! Finally, she peed.

SISSSSSSS! Joy sighed and rubbed her belly. 'All better' she thought. With her right hand, she began to feel around for the roll of toilet paper while her big green eyes surveyed the room. 'Wow, pretty sweet set-up. It's got nice tile floors, it's roomy it's got a hot tub' she spied something on the opposite wall. It looked like a toilet without a tank. On top it had taps like a sink. 'Hmmmm... wonder what that is?' she thought. Meanwhile, she still hadn't found any toilet paper. She turned her head away from the contraption on the wall and looked for toilet paper. And found none. Picture her for a moment; pretty blue pants around her ankles, pink panties, slightly stained, around her calves, sitting on a white toilet. With no paper. "Ohhh noooooo" she moaned out loud.

Joy took a deep breath. "Ummm, Cynthia? I..." Suddenly, the door opened and Cynthia stood, looking down on Joy, who was still sitting with her pants around her ankles. Startled, Joy tried to cover her privates. "Yes, sweets? did you have a good poo-poo?" she asked. She gave the air a sniff. "Ohhh, it must have been a big one!" Joy was shocked and embarrassed. "What can I get you Darling?" Cynthia said. "Uh...well the...there's no toilet paper and I was..." "'Toilet paper?'" Cynthia interjected with a giggle. She pointed to the thing on the wall. "Why, sweetie, don't you know this is a bidet?" She turned on the taps and tested the water. Joy shifted uncomfortably. "Oh, uh, yes, of course I knew" she lied."But..whenever I used one before, I wiped. Can't be too careful."

Cynthia give a slight smile and turned off the water. "Well, I don't believe in toilet paper. come on," she patted the rim and walked over to the toilet and extended her hand to help Joy up. "have at it." She pulled Joy to her feet. Joy walked across the cold tile to the bidet. Cynthia glanced into the toilet and flushed. Joy was so embarrassed! "Can you manage, dear?" Cynthia asked. "Uhhhh...." Joy looked at the bidet. She could figure this out. She'd gone to Harvard! Graduated at the top of her class! She had mastered going to the bathroom years ago! "Yeah, I'll be fine." Cynthia smiled and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Joy looked at the bidet. She turned her back to it and sat as one would on a toilet. With a SPLASH she fell in. Cynthia burst through the door with a concerned look on her face. "Darling are you...." She saw Joy, bum inside the bowl of the bidet, legs sticking out. She burst out laughing. "Are you ok?" she asked between giggles. Joy turned red. "Yeah, I think so." Cynthia, still grinning extended her hand. "Here, let me help you, dear." She pulled Joy out and put her into a startling position, her back facing the wall. Cynthia stroked her hair. "Just relax"she whispered in Joy's ear. She flicked it with her tongue. Cynthia pulled a lever at the back of the bidet. Water began to squirt up and lap at Joys asshole and pussy. 'Ohhhhh!' Joy thought 'this is nice!'. The water gently tickled her bum and pussy. "Uh..." she moaned. Cynthia smiled and stroked Joy's hair. "Do you like that sweetie?" She asked. "Mmmmm Hmmmmmmm" Joy moaned. The water continued to gently tickle her underside, cleaning poop from her bum and pee from her pussy. Brown,mud-like poop was coming off her and was quickly turning her hole back to pink. "Had enough, honey?" Cynthia asked. "Ummm...no. Don't stop..." Joy moaned.

Cynthia grinned and her hand found its way to Joy's pussy and gently slipped it in. It was so nice; Cynthia fingering her and the bidet gently licking at her bum hole. "Uhhhhh...God...don't stop. Please..." Cynthia smiled. "That feel good, sweet?" "Ohhhh wonderful!" She was consumed with just...God, she didn't know what! Pleasure. Yes. That was it. Intense pleasure, centered at her crotch and bum, spreading all around her body in ripple's of pleasure. Getting stronger and stronger until she couldn't stand it any longer! She moaned, her hips thrusting, water going all over. She screeched! This was too much. She fell back, exhausted.

Cynthia turned off the bidet. "Did you like that?" "Ohhhh, yes, very much!" she moaned. Cynthia smiled and helped Joy up."Come on, pet. Time for a nap" Cynthia said, taking Joy (who was still quite weak from her ordeal) by the hand and leading her away. Joy was still in such shock, she didn't notice the half a meter or so of toilet paper that was sticking out from under the door of the small closet by the bath tub.