Face Fart Novels & Stories

Mark’s throat rumbled; the sourness caused him to flinch, and his handsome face became a little crooked. ‘Sh*t! It’s f*cking sour!’ Charlotte cheered at sight. Her chuckle sounded like an oriole, “Mommy, look at uncle!” Summer raised her head and saw his face frowning; his left eye was half closed, his teeth gritted, and he looked kinky as if he had a vendetta against the grape, with a strong desire to crush it. The sight made her burst into laughter. For him to be in such a predicament, it was indeed embarrassing.

The one with the better face said and I gave out a short chuckle. Hungry looking bastards!

Emily said enthusiastically. "Wait wait . Let me take a guess then you'll tell me whether wrong or right. " She stretched her arms out to stop Hana from talking " You farted . ?? A smelly fart? The one you use to ,when we ate baked beans? " She asked and Hana laughed at her stupid guess "No , not that . Something more embarrassing." Hana gave her a hint " He saw you naked??. " Emily covered her mouth with her hands in mock shocked expression. But what was actually weird is that Emily saw Mera's face burning and when she looked down to her feet to stop herself from showing her face to the other

Ashley grumbled with a pout. “Mom, I’ll be the one to talk to Vesta about it. I will be embarrassed if you are the one who tells her.” Ashley insisted. “As Sean went to my daughter singing her favorite song, Crazier. Suddenly my daughter’s fart loudly when Sean was walking toward her. He stopped and laughed. All the people stared at her,” Estella continued despite her daughter’s refusal and she laughed loudly and Vesta laughed too. Vesta’s cousin’s face suddenly turned red. Vesta cannot reckon that Ashley farts in front of Sean.

"You're making fun of my cum face, aren't you?" "What?" I feigned ignorance. "How would I? Why should I? It's not like you have the most hilarious cum face I've ever seen." His fake frown disappeared and made way for a cheeky grin. "Mine is the only cum face you've ever seen. You know that." I rolled my eyes. Corky bastard. "I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you." I replied. He was right, absolutely right. However, it always gave me great pleasure to deflate and bruise his oversized ego.

Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. I jumped up in fright and whirled, startled at the sudden contact. I was about to give a piece of my mind, whoever it was, but my words stuck in my throat at the sight of a large deep-set of beautiful emerald eyes. His face was clean-shaven. His dark hair was thick and unruly combed into a fashionable style. He was enormously tall and well built. He looked between his late twenties and early thirties. At my startled expression, he laughed and instantly faked a cough in an attempt to cover his laugh when he saw my brows pinched in a frown.

“Hooh, then, loser has to…post on Instapost an embarrassing photo of themselves.” “Oi, you’ve done that with my picturesss already.” “Alright, I’ll go first—” “Don’t ignore me—” He does just that, holding up one of his cards as he pops some chicken into his mouth. “What does it mean to get face-washed?” Instead of continuing my protest, I try to think about it honestly. I know it can’t actually be to wash your face, but… “Uhm…hit your face on the ice?”

Ghostface snarl, spreading his cum on my face with his dick. He's a nutcase.

My stomach twisted in knots. I reached for my phone, dread pooling in my chest. When I unlocked it, my heart sank. The group chat, infamous for sharing camp gossip, was blowing up with notifications. Videos had been posted, and my stomach dropped as I clicked on one. The image that filled my screen was a grotesque caricature of my face, distorted and shaped like a rabbit. My voice rang through the video on repeat, mocking me with the words, "Feed me rabbit blood." The laughter from the back of the classroom grew louder, and I felt my face flush with humiliation.