Farting Fantasy Novels & Stories

with articles and photos of themselves. In one area was a Fantasy posting board. It had pages of computer paper stuck up there in several categories. Each page had a brief— or sometimes really detailed fantasy— and then a person’s name at the bottom. Most of them had either a photo or a phone number as well. It was obvious that if you read a fantasy that really turned you on, these folks were inviting you to drop them a line— perhaps to enact that same fantasy. There were several that only increased the hardness of my cock that was straining against my shorts. And Carrie wasn’t helping matters at all with her bust pressed against my back. She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and

What's your deepest, darkest fantasy? I pause, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. I thought about my fantasies and started to type. “Meeting the eyes of a handsome stranger in a bar full of people, he crosses the room, grabs me by the hand, and pulls me into the restroom. Before I can blink, we’re making out, hot and heavy. His hands are all over me, under my shirt, down my jeans. Circling my nipples, then pinching just hard enough to make me gasp, and slipping a thick finger into my soaking pussy at the same time. I can’t even see him, but I can feel his thick, fat cock rubbing all over my ass, teasing between my cheeks, before he finally thrusts deep inside me and starts to fuck me, ha

Tell me your darkest fantasies. "What! I'm not admitting to shit." "Come on, tell me," he urged, laughing. Axton's laughter was one of the most beautiful I'd ever heard because it was light and a sharp contrast to his baritone voice. "Okay, let me tell you mine," he continued. "When I was a young, horny bastard, my biggest fantasy was getting a massage from three-breasted women and they only massaged me with their boobs." I doubled over and whizzed with laughter, falling off the bed. Axton cackled and lifted me, wrapping himself around me.

"Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?" "Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes" The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about. "You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you." The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

One misstep and I nearly face-planted into a wall across the corridor. A strong hand wrapped around my waist, steadying me. Edgar. Or Ethan. Both of them, probably. In my drunken haze, I couldn’t tell. I threw tantrums like a spoiled child slurring insults, pushing at their chests, demanding they admit they wanted me. Demanding they stop looking at her. And then… the most embarrassing thing. I let out a loud, unladylike fart right there in their arms. I’d laughed hysterically afterward, head thrown back, tears streaming as I gasped, “That’s what you deserve for making me cry! Take that, you psychos!”

When he switched to my pussy, pounding deep with breeding intent, the words spilled out of him. “Gonna fill this fertile cunt until it takes. Knock up my little office pet. Keep you barefoot and bred, crawling with a swollen belly and leaking tits.” The filthy fantasy should have terrified me. Instead it sent me spiraling into the hardest orgasm yet. My pussy gushed around his cock, walls milking him desperately as I came with a long, animalistic howl. He roared and flooded me, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep inside until it overflowed and ran down my legs onto the grass.

He leaned into Dante’s ear and whispered, voice dripping with filth: “Let’s see if you can fuck me till my pussy squirts, daddy.” His legs spread open. He was leaking. Dante went breathless. “Fuck, baby,” he growled.

“You’re it. F*ck me as a friend. Get me pregnant.” Green burst out laughing. He couldn’t believe Purple’s request, but after laughing, he looked at her seriously. “I will.”

My mood plummeted and I took a step back. Lucas looked at me confusedly. "What's wrong?" I took another step back. Why would anyone want me? Why would a filthy, tarnished creature like me be allowed near such beauties? Suddenly, the grass felt cold under my feet. Gasping, I looked down. Right were I was standing was a patch of dead, brown grass. I didn't realize I was crying until a lone tear rolled down my cheek. The brown patch was growing, spiralling outwards from my feet and killing the surrounding grass.

He had even fantasized about fucking her with her belly full with his child. "Space?" her eyes turned wide in surprise, she was momentarily speechless. His smirk deepened. "You are weird," she remarked, struggling to cover the smile growing on her face behind her hand. "What are your other fantasies?" Dante prompted her. Even though they had done it so many times, they never really discussed their fantasies and fetishes.