cremlub
06-03-2006, 6:15 AM
I walk over to our fart cushion and push on his belly. Lovely tears well up in his eyes as his bladder tries to explode. “Boy I bet it would feel good to get rid of that eh?” I laugh at his plight. He knows better than to even think about his relief. He will hold it in and suffer the day away. Oh but we have much bigger plans for him. Much bigger.
My roommate returns from the can, walks quickly over to our human couch and plunks her arse down on his nose. “Take a deep breath and see if I’ve wiped good enough.” She giggles. “Hope ya ain’t a brown noser.” We both laugh at that.
“Time for our road trip. We are going to see Meg. She was saying after last night her place doesn’t smell too good and figured an air filter like you would just do the trick.”
We all head out into the sunny day and to my Lincoln. It’s a gas-guzzler just like him, but it has a nice bench seat in the front. Perfect for what we have in mind. On my orders he lays across the seat with his legs scrunched up at the passenger door and his head where the driver, me, will sit. Once he is in position my roommate, dressed in her bikini bounces her bum across him and sits on his tummy. He groans and his eyes nearly pop out of his head. I lean down and look into his face. “Whatsa matter? Gotta pee? If you make Meg real happy today, she just might let you.” With that I plop my ass down on his face. I am wearing my pyjama bottoms and a halter. It’s very warm and it is probably going to be quite uncomfortable for him. Meg lives about an hour and a half away and the last half hour is over a pretty bouncy dirt road. Just before I fire the car up I feel a rumble in my tummy. I roll one cheek up across his face and let out some of the pent up gas. “Take big breaths.” The smell starts to permeate the car. “Jeezus, get this rig goin so we can open the windows.” Chimes my roomy. With the windows open any of the farts I have that don’t go up his nose at least won’t ass-ault us.
We head down the road, him laying across the seat, my roommate bouncing on his stomach and me sitting and sweating and farting on his nose. Brings a whole new meaning to the wind in your hair eh?
We stop at a small convenience store and the two of us head inside for a bottle of water and some snacks. Just before I get out I let ripper fly in his face and my roommate does the same as she slides across his chest and face. We close the door and leave him in there with the remainder of our farts and the sun beating down on the car. We take our time in the store so he has time to clear the air for us before we return.
When I open the car door the hot air blasts us and he is sweating profusely. My roomy takes the cap off her bottle of icy cold water and watches him lick his parched lips. She smiles down at him and takes a nice long cool pull, puts the cap back on, shrugs and bounces across him to her seat on his stomach. Now I look down at him and take a drink, swirl it around in my mouth and swallow. “Mmmmm – that is good on a hot day like today.” His eyes are pleading with me, but he knows better that to say anything. “Open your mouth.” I say. He opens his scorched lips and I spit down his throat. “Some for you!” I resume my seat on his face and give him a nice long stream of gas as we head for the road to Megs farm. If he thought he was suffering now, just wait until we get him on the farm. I get juicy just thinking about it.
My roommate returns from the can, walks quickly over to our human couch and plunks her arse down on his nose. “Take a deep breath and see if I’ve wiped good enough.” She giggles. “Hope ya ain’t a brown noser.” We both laugh at that.
“Time for our road trip. We are going to see Meg. She was saying after last night her place doesn’t smell too good and figured an air filter like you would just do the trick.”
We all head out into the sunny day and to my Lincoln. It’s a gas-guzzler just like him, but it has a nice bench seat in the front. Perfect for what we have in mind. On my orders he lays across the seat with his legs scrunched up at the passenger door and his head where the driver, me, will sit. Once he is in position my roommate, dressed in her bikini bounces her bum across him and sits on his tummy. He groans and his eyes nearly pop out of his head. I lean down and look into his face. “Whatsa matter? Gotta pee? If you make Meg real happy today, she just might let you.” With that I plop my ass down on his face. I am wearing my pyjama bottoms and a halter. It’s very warm and it is probably going to be quite uncomfortable for him. Meg lives about an hour and a half away and the last half hour is over a pretty bouncy dirt road. Just before I fire the car up I feel a rumble in my tummy. I roll one cheek up across his face and let out some of the pent up gas. “Take big breaths.” The smell starts to permeate the car. “Jeezus, get this rig goin so we can open the windows.” Chimes my roomy. With the windows open any of the farts I have that don’t go up his nose at least won’t ass-ault us.
We head down the road, him laying across the seat, my roommate bouncing on his stomach and me sitting and sweating and farting on his nose. Brings a whole new meaning to the wind in your hair eh?
We stop at a small convenience store and the two of us head inside for a bottle of water and some snacks. Just before I get out I let ripper fly in his face and my roommate does the same as she slides across his chest and face. We close the door and leave him in there with the remainder of our farts and the sun beating down on the car. We take our time in the store so he has time to clear the air for us before we return.
When I open the car door the hot air blasts us and he is sweating profusely. My roomy takes the cap off her bottle of icy cold water and watches him lick his parched lips. She smiles down at him and takes a nice long cool pull, puts the cap back on, shrugs and bounces across him to her seat on his stomach. Now I look down at him and take a drink, swirl it around in my mouth and swallow. “Mmmmm – that is good on a hot day like today.” His eyes are pleading with me, but he knows better that to say anything. “Open your mouth.” I say. He opens his scorched lips and I spit down his throat. “Some for you!” I resume my seat on his face and give him a nice long stream of gas as we head for the road to Megs farm. If he thought he was suffering now, just wait until we get him on the farm. I get juicy just thinking about it.