Farting Fantasy Novels & Stories

When my core clenched in reaction, his eyes widened. I confessed, “When I imagined sucking you off, I started finger-fucking myself. In my mind, you fed your cock between my lips. You came in a flood, and I drank you down.” His hands started to shake. Brows drawn, he rasped, “True?” “True. It was mi fantasia, just a fantasy. But as I orgasmed I was licking my lips for more.” Roman was ahocked. At that, his shaft thickened until he could barely move. “It’s my fantasy too. Woman, the things you make me think . . .”

I'm not sure how to work with that. Him: No. I just want to go. Always have. Me: How is that a fantasy? Him: I've fantasized about going. Just never actually done it. Me: That doesn't count. It's not even sexual. Him: You never specified 'sexual.' Me: I said 'filthiest'!!! Him: You can't tell me I wouldn't be filthy after La Tomatina. I can't believe it. I can't freaking believe it. He's wheedling out of a real answer by arguing semantics?

I've had this fantasy since I was nineteen years old. Not the polished version – not the softcore "oh wouldn't it be naughty" version you admit to over cocktails when someone asks your wildest fantasy. The real one. The one I play on the backs of my eyelids when my vibrator is on the highest setting and I'm chasing the orgasm that only this image delivers: me, naked, surrounded by men. Hands everywhere. Cocks everywhere. Being passed between them like something precious and filthy, the singular focus of four, five, six men who want nothing except to use my body until I can't remember my own name.

"What do you think?" Julia smiled. "You are a sadistic genius," she said. Michael pulled the blade sharply upward and Mickey screamed until Julia got sick of it and stuffed a bar towel into his mouth. She leaned over him. "Now, listen to me you fat wanker. This is just a dream, so my friend hasn't really cut off your tiny little dick. Thing is, when you wake up, it'll be just like he has. You won't be able to get it up, and I doubt you'll have much interest in sex anyway."

I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just simply kill me, into a life made so full with happiness that I could never have asked for as much as He had given to me. In truth, my life had become a fantasy. A dream come true. Glancing back into my mate’s eyes, I could see that the same was true for him. I was well and truly his fantasy.

“Fuck me like a real man would. Slam that cock deep. I want to feel it in my womb.” Kate thrust aggressively, their soaked pussies slapping together. “Imagine Frank from next door. I bet he’s got a monster cock. I’ve seen the bulge in his sweatpants. He’d split us open. Breed both his little college sluts until we’re full and leaking.” The dirty fantasy pushed them over the edge again. They came together in a screaming, squirting mess, their bodies shaking, fluids everywhere, the sheets completely ruined. Afterward, they lay tangled and panting, bodies slick with sweat and girl-cum. Mira traced lazy circles on Kate’s thigh.

let him relax, but he doubled down, "Fuck me hard...oh god...fuck me hard...fuck me cowboy hard!" Sheer ecstasy and begging can be very convincing, and I started fucking as hard as I could. I grabbed his waist and drove my cock, deep, grinding into the ecstasy...it was heaven, and I prayed that I could last. It was another hot fantasy...wildly fucking my boyfriend in the back of a pickup, out on a farm, in the middle of nowhere. Again, it was a movie plot, but I forgot all that when Marty started working his cock and moaning louder...he was almost screaming.

Which was funny in itself. “I need some food,” I told Gracie, who was heading to the dodgems. “Catch you later,” she said as we parted ways. As I sat and ate my double cheeseburger and fries, I couldn’t help but overhear an argument from a nearby trailer. Someone has been sleeping with someone’s wife. I watch as a scuffle unfolds. “Who needs TV when you have entertainment like this?” a human boy says as he sits next to me. We watch in silence as a scuffle takes place in the tiny trailer and a man is thrown through the door. He is then fired. I snorted with laughter. It must have been the fair owner’s wife he was sleeping with.

I wouldn’t stop doing every dirty, twisted thing my mind could come up with, until she screamed, unable to handle it anymore. Cazzo! Why couldn’t I stop fantasizing about her? It was like ever since she saw Daliah and me by the pool my body kept wanting her, lusting after her. I remember imagining it was Natalia I’d been tongue fucking instead and I’d never been that hard in my life. After Daliah went to bed that night, I rubbed my cock fantasizing about Natalia. What would it be like to shut her bratty mouth with my cock? Fuck her throat so hard, it felt sore for days.

“You know what?” What? “If you ever marry Kisha…” Corey groaned. “Here we go.” Jethro laughed, I’m serious. What!! “You better let me give the speech, I’ve written it already.” “Absolutely not, you haven’t.” “I have.” Corey shook his head, what does it say? Jethro grinned. “Dear Kisha, thank you for finally giving my brother someone else to worry about.” Corey burst out laughing, you are impossible. “And you’re stuck with me.”