cremlub
06-11-2006, 8:35 AM
We arrive at Meg’s farm in a fit of giggles. That road was bumpy and with every bump we both squeaked a lot. Fart face couldn’t keep up with what was streaming out of my ass into his face and my roomy came down on his full bladder extremely hard a couple of times. By the time we got out of the car he was one sorry looking mess.
Meg met us in the gravel drive with a huge devious grin on her face. As soon as we got off fart boy she reaches in and grabs a clump of hair. His tortured looking state has no effect on he what so ever. Well not “no effect.” No the compassion and tenderness one might show to a wounded animal. Y’see, like me when Meg sees a man looking as tortured as you can possibly look it just makes us all the warmer down there to think of more ways to push him lower and lower and heap more and more suffering on him. God, I almost came just thinking of what she is capable of.
With her fingers tangled in his hair she yards him out of the vehicle and with tears streaming in his eyes he hits the gravel. I decide to goad her on. “Be careful Meg, the poor boy has to pee.” Meg is six one. She weighs an easy 200 and carries it very, very well. She stands with one foot on his stomach and one foot on his face. He groans at the weight on his bladder. “If he pisses himself, he will spend the night in the basement of the outhouse.” She hoots. He desperately holds it in and suffers. “Lick the foot clean.”
“I don’t know if he can Meg, His mouth is awfully dry.” My roommate pipes in. “Well I’ve got a cure for that.” Chuckles Meg. She squats down over his face. “Open up pee face.” She grins. He opens his mouth obediently. Meg gets off him and drops her pajama bottoms. “Wow these things are just about ready to stand on their own,” she laughs, “since our trip to margarittaville last night I have a case of wind and these poor things have been getting the brunt of it. But that is going to change now. I won’t have to treat them to badly now will I?” She looks at the pathetic fart sniffer on the ground and her face darkens. “Who said you could close your mouth?” She demands as her bare foot stomps into his stomach. He doubles over with the pain and his jaw springs open. That was sooooo sweet it made my tummy rumble. “Ohhhh,” I say “gotta go.” I squat down over his nose and release a raspy sounding fart into his mouth. My room mate comes bouncing over. “ Me too.” She is holding her stomach and crossing her legs with mock distress. She squats and lets her pretty bum hovers over his nose. It’s a nice slow breezy one that takes its time invading his nostrils.
“Okay girls, pee-pee time.” Meg chimes. “He looks to comfortable. I like my toilets in a bit more distress when I am about to use them.” She winks at us. I take the hint and immediately stand on his stomach and dig my lovely toes into his tortured bladder. His face goes redder and he even opens his mouth a little more. As much as his effort to hold his piss in hurts a new level of pain registers on his face and I realize my roommate has put her foot on his cluster and is pressing it into gravel drive. “Ohhhh, that’s much better.” says Meg and places her bush over his mouth. She is facing us so her anus is brushing his nose. “I have had the squirts all day.” She giggles, “so I bet that little bum there smells real sweet eh?” Suddenly there is a series of ripping sounds and fart face tries to push his head further into the ground. She laughs and pushes her huge bum down on his nose.. There is a small hissing sound and his cheeks bulge a little. “Ahhhhh – that feels good. I’ll add my nectar to what you are already wishing you could release. And you can hold it for both of us. Yep feels real good.” She punctuates that with another long stream of burrito gas up his nose.
Fart face is having a real rough visit to the farm and he hasn’t even left the driveway.
“On your hands and knees boy.” Meg demands. He is a little slow to move so I take the opportunity to speed him up with a swift kick to the stomach. He groans and lurches but quickly assumes the position. “All aaabbbboooaarrrd” yells Meg. She has such a sense of humour. “I get the neck.” She chuckles. With her size that will really put some strain into his arms. I get on next and hug Meg, and my roommate brings up the rear so to speak.
“Okay, up to the house.” It is about fifty yards of very sharp stones and we can almost hear him cry. “Giddyap.” I yell and kick him. He slowly labours up the gravel walk way towards Meg’s very palatial country home. About half way he begins to slow and my roomy says, “I think I smell piss.” She is right. Fartboy has relieved himself staining his pants. “Well now, that is going to cost you.” I say. We all grin because we knew it was only a matter of time.
We reach the steps of Meg’s mansion and Meg hops off. Without warning she grabs a handful of hair, pulls his face into her massive buttocks and releases a long stream of gas into his nose. “Damn enchiladas.” She quips. She drags him by the hair and we enter the foyer of her home.
Upstairs she shows us our accommodation for the night. My roommate has decided to walk with the tour but I remain seated and let fartface do all the work. It really is quite comfortable. For me. Our room is beautiful with a gorgeous ensuite including a jet tub and a rather strange looking apparatus beside the toilet. Meg notices the question on my face and says, “That’s the bidet.”
“Ummmm, I have seen a bidet before, Meg and that doesn’t quite look like one.”
“Not your conventional bidet, dear, this one makes great use of fartfaces tongue. See his head goes in here and your lovely ass goes on this nicely padded seat here. A soft tongue feels just as nice on the ol asshole as a spray of water and cleans you up real good. This is where he will spend the night. Now you said you wanted to punish this fool for his earlier indiscretion didn’t you?”
“Of course I do.” I chime.
“Wait here.”
She returns with a weird looking stick and with no warning what-so-ever plants it on his balls. He darn near bucks me off as he shakes, squirms and screams.
“It’s my cattle prod. You’ll love it. He won’t.”
Just then my room mate walks to fart faces head. She has completely disrobed.
“My stomach is grumbling.” She says. “This ones going to be real raunchy and I don’t want to ruin the little party we are having, soooooooo,” She looks into his face, “open up and plant your lips on this.” She turns around and spreads her cheeks. He is a little slow to obey so Meg nails him again with her prod. I am getting quite the ride and I can smell my roomys ass from here. Long sweaty drive it was. He quickly gets the message and surrounds her rose bud with his mouth. He no sooner gets it into position and we hear a dull thud and his cheeks bulge with the pressure her gas hitting the back of his throat. He just about gags and his eyes begin to water. “Swallow hun.” She says. He does and all the excitement has created that inevitable feeling in my tummy. I get off, drop my drawers and move to his face. “Same for me.” I look at him and glance at Meg with her prod and his face is in my bum almost before I turn around. That prod is a real good motivator. Now I simply plop down and sit on his face. I let loose in his mouth and it just feels so darn good. Ahhh, what relief. But then I feel my tummy rumble again. I fart into his mouth again. “Ladies if you would excuse me, I am going to have to make use of this lovely commode, the “bidet” and that there tub. Then when I am done you guys and have your turn if you want. But right now fartboy here has his work cut out for him. They leave the room and I look at the sorry thing in front of me. “Oh this is going to be fun.” I say as I watch the tears well up in his eyes. “Ready?” Before I set my sweet bum on the toilet I grab his hair and pull his face into my crack. He goes to place his mouth where he was taught. “No, no. Now that the ladies have left I want you to get the full benefit of this one.” I push down on his head so his nose is lined up with my greasy little hole. “Now breath deep and savour. This is a fine vintage.” I say as my gas burns the hairs in his nose.
Meg met us in the gravel drive with a huge devious grin on her face. As soon as we got off fart boy she reaches in and grabs a clump of hair. His tortured looking state has no effect on he what so ever. Well not “no effect.” No the compassion and tenderness one might show to a wounded animal. Y’see, like me when Meg sees a man looking as tortured as you can possibly look it just makes us all the warmer down there to think of more ways to push him lower and lower and heap more and more suffering on him. God, I almost came just thinking of what she is capable of.
With her fingers tangled in his hair she yards him out of the vehicle and with tears streaming in his eyes he hits the gravel. I decide to goad her on. “Be careful Meg, the poor boy has to pee.” Meg is six one. She weighs an easy 200 and carries it very, very well. She stands with one foot on his stomach and one foot on his face. He groans at the weight on his bladder. “If he pisses himself, he will spend the night in the basement of the outhouse.” She hoots. He desperately holds it in and suffers. “Lick the foot clean.”
“I don’t know if he can Meg, His mouth is awfully dry.” My roommate pipes in. “Well I’ve got a cure for that.” Chuckles Meg. She squats down over his face. “Open up pee face.” She grins. He opens his mouth obediently. Meg gets off him and drops her pajama bottoms. “Wow these things are just about ready to stand on their own,” she laughs, “since our trip to margarittaville last night I have a case of wind and these poor things have been getting the brunt of it. But that is going to change now. I won’t have to treat them to badly now will I?” She looks at the pathetic fart sniffer on the ground and her face darkens. “Who said you could close your mouth?” She demands as her bare foot stomps into his stomach. He doubles over with the pain and his jaw springs open. That was sooooo sweet it made my tummy rumble. “Ohhhh,” I say “gotta go.” I squat down over his nose and release a raspy sounding fart into his mouth. My room mate comes bouncing over. “ Me too.” She is holding her stomach and crossing her legs with mock distress. She squats and lets her pretty bum hovers over his nose. It’s a nice slow breezy one that takes its time invading his nostrils.
“Okay girls, pee-pee time.” Meg chimes. “He looks to comfortable. I like my toilets in a bit more distress when I am about to use them.” She winks at us. I take the hint and immediately stand on his stomach and dig my lovely toes into his tortured bladder. His face goes redder and he even opens his mouth a little more. As much as his effort to hold his piss in hurts a new level of pain registers on his face and I realize my roommate has put her foot on his cluster and is pressing it into gravel drive. “Ohhhh, that’s much better.” says Meg and places her bush over his mouth. She is facing us so her anus is brushing his nose. “I have had the squirts all day.” She giggles, “so I bet that little bum there smells real sweet eh?” Suddenly there is a series of ripping sounds and fart face tries to push his head further into the ground. She laughs and pushes her huge bum down on his nose.. There is a small hissing sound and his cheeks bulge a little. “Ahhhhh – that feels good. I’ll add my nectar to what you are already wishing you could release. And you can hold it for both of us. Yep feels real good.” She punctuates that with another long stream of burrito gas up his nose.
Fart face is having a real rough visit to the farm and he hasn’t even left the driveway.
“On your hands and knees boy.” Meg demands. He is a little slow to move so I take the opportunity to speed him up with a swift kick to the stomach. He groans and lurches but quickly assumes the position. “All aaabbbboooaarrrd” yells Meg. She has such a sense of humour. “I get the neck.” She chuckles. With her size that will really put some strain into his arms. I get on next and hug Meg, and my roommate brings up the rear so to speak.
“Okay, up to the house.” It is about fifty yards of very sharp stones and we can almost hear him cry. “Giddyap.” I yell and kick him. He slowly labours up the gravel walk way towards Meg’s very palatial country home. About half way he begins to slow and my roomy says, “I think I smell piss.” She is right. Fartboy has relieved himself staining his pants. “Well now, that is going to cost you.” I say. We all grin because we knew it was only a matter of time.
We reach the steps of Meg’s mansion and Meg hops off. Without warning she grabs a handful of hair, pulls his face into her massive buttocks and releases a long stream of gas into his nose. “Damn enchiladas.” She quips. She drags him by the hair and we enter the foyer of her home.
Upstairs she shows us our accommodation for the night. My roommate has decided to walk with the tour but I remain seated and let fartface do all the work. It really is quite comfortable. For me. Our room is beautiful with a gorgeous ensuite including a jet tub and a rather strange looking apparatus beside the toilet. Meg notices the question on my face and says, “That’s the bidet.”
“Ummmm, I have seen a bidet before, Meg and that doesn’t quite look like one.”
“Not your conventional bidet, dear, this one makes great use of fartfaces tongue. See his head goes in here and your lovely ass goes on this nicely padded seat here. A soft tongue feels just as nice on the ol asshole as a spray of water and cleans you up real good. This is where he will spend the night. Now you said you wanted to punish this fool for his earlier indiscretion didn’t you?”
“Of course I do.” I chime.
“Wait here.”
She returns with a weird looking stick and with no warning what-so-ever plants it on his balls. He darn near bucks me off as he shakes, squirms and screams.
“It’s my cattle prod. You’ll love it. He won’t.”
Just then my room mate walks to fart faces head. She has completely disrobed.
“My stomach is grumbling.” She says. “This ones going to be real raunchy and I don’t want to ruin the little party we are having, soooooooo,” She looks into his face, “open up and plant your lips on this.” She turns around and spreads her cheeks. He is a little slow to obey so Meg nails him again with her prod. I am getting quite the ride and I can smell my roomys ass from here. Long sweaty drive it was. He quickly gets the message and surrounds her rose bud with his mouth. He no sooner gets it into position and we hear a dull thud and his cheeks bulge with the pressure her gas hitting the back of his throat. He just about gags and his eyes begin to water. “Swallow hun.” She says. He does and all the excitement has created that inevitable feeling in my tummy. I get off, drop my drawers and move to his face. “Same for me.” I look at him and glance at Meg with her prod and his face is in my bum almost before I turn around. That prod is a real good motivator. Now I simply plop down and sit on his face. I let loose in his mouth and it just feels so darn good. Ahhh, what relief. But then I feel my tummy rumble again. I fart into his mouth again. “Ladies if you would excuse me, I am going to have to make use of this lovely commode, the “bidet” and that there tub. Then when I am done you guys and have your turn if you want. But right now fartboy here has his work cut out for him. They leave the room and I look at the sorry thing in front of me. “Oh this is going to be fun.” I say as I watch the tears well up in his eyes. “Ready?” Before I set my sweet bum on the toilet I grab his hair and pull his face into my crack. He goes to place his mouth where he was taught. “No, no. Now that the ladies have left I want you to get the full benefit of this one.” I push down on his head so his nose is lined up with my greasy little hole. “Now breath deep and savour. This is a fine vintage.” I say as my gas burns the hairs in his nose.