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My fiance farted in my mouth during sexy time The other evening i (24M) went down and my fiance (24F) in an effort to seduce her, as one does. It was fresh after a shower which is our normal requirement for any sexual activity so that neither one of us our putting the whole days sweat in our mouths or in her body. Anyway, everything was fine and dandy. Nothing out of the ordinary. Then i fucked up by deciding to move south to lick on her asshole. She thoroughly enjoys it and i dont mind doing it. On this particular evening however, i mustve either had her in a different position than normal or something because after about 10 seconds of having my mouth directly over her asshole, she ripped a mean fart right into my mouth. I didnt make a big deal about it as things happen but it definitely ruined the mood. We did share a good laugh about it. I still am chuckling about it. Edit: I can still feel the fart in my throat. Im not sure how long to expect it to stay there. I hope its not much longer. It leaves a weird aftertaste of everything else that i put in my mouth. Food, drink, etc.
Eating a girl out from behind. She had an amazing body (still does) and it was awesome. Then without saying anything, she starts pushing my face away. I am very paranoid/worried about doing anything to make my partner uncomfortable, so I just pulled a few inches away from her butt and started to ask "Are you ok?" But then she let out a huge fart right as I was inhaling to speak. My nasal passages were open and this fart was forceful enough that I felt the hot, heavy gas hit the back of my throat and sink down. Then a few microseconds later, the smell hit me; full-on shit grade, permeating my sinuses. I starting choking and gagging and dry heaved a bunch. My girlfriend was so horrified she started crying. This was like 2 months into our relationship so she thought I was going to leave her, but as soon as the nausea wore off, I just started laughing because the situation was so funny. We bring it up all the time now and still laugh.
I do this on a regular basis. Whether it is when they are eating or watching a film in the couch with me. I start off every morning, waking them up by farting loudly when entering their room, to which they respond by quickly escaping from my presence. They find it semi-enjoyable. Especially if only one of them are caught in the line of fire. My farts are by far the worst I've ever come across. I'd dare say I have the smelliest gas in the world. They reek of egg, burnt rubber and fireworks. They also linger. For I can let out a single fart in a room, exit and it will still be present when returning 20 minutes later. Hence, I at times surprise my kids by farting in the living room, a good 5 minutes before they enter, only for them to be quickly subdued walking into a seemingly fart-free room. Am I normal, /b/? Any other parents who do something similar? pic somewhat related
God, that'd be so fucking hot. Someone rips a fat, musty fart in the confined, tiny space you're in. You have no escape. The smell overwhelms your nostrils as you're forced to breathe in that smelly egg fart from a strong, Greek man. Your eyes water, your cock throbs. The smell in the room slowly goes away, and you notice. Desperate for that arousal to intensify you grip your cock and begin furiously jerking off. You jizz a load so hard it nearly alerts the Trojans about the truth of the horse. After that, you swore never to speak of this event.
When I was twelve I performed a fart experiment. I wanted to capture an undiluted fart in a jar and see if after a month it still smelled. I ate some hotdogs and pizza, then had a lot of ice cream. These were all foods known to induce flatulence in me. Then I waited. I could feel my stomach rumbling as the noxious gasses inside me brewed. I filled a bathtub full of water, got my jar with a tightly fitting lid, took off my clothes and got in. I put the jar under water so it would fill, then held it inverted over my crotch. As the gas left my sphincter it rose up and displaced the water in the jar. After two or three, I had a jar filled with flatus. I gingerly placed the cap on the jar and tightened it. Now came the waiting. I put the gas-filled jar under my bed and waited the thirty days. I resisted the temptation to open it prematurely. Finally the day arrived. I got home from school and went right to my room. I closed the door. I opened the jar, stuck my nose in, and took a big whiff. The remnants of my intestinal emission was just as pungent as the flatulence I was issuing the day I began my project. The gas, for all intents and purposes, had remained unchanged. I would postulate that a fart in a jar could conceivable last for an eternity.