Easy Like Sunday Morning
by Slave Fart

Apologies up front for there not being too much farting. This is a real story, though, so there's that.

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So dating someone has been a bit weird for me, especially because Kate has been very apprehensive around the idea of shitting and farting on me. I totally get it, though.

But sometimes she surprises me with a burst of a fart. She's hinted at shitting on me again, too.

This morning was a bit different. Her friend from work, Clare, didn't want to go back to her place last night because she missed her train out of the city.

So Clare stayed in my second bedroom when they got back and Kate crawled into bed with me. She's a gorgeous red head with smaller breasts and has a bit of a "tom boy" personality, always burping and talking about "gross shit". Her ass is pretty nice, though, although it's not big like Kate's. She has bigger hips, though, which allows for a bit of a bigger butt, but she doesn't work out like Kate.

As a refresher, if you don't remember my girlfriend, Kate is a blonde and has huge tits. She hates when I call them that, but they're a 34 DD and they're just perfect. She once told me to never call them perky in my writing because it's "corny", but they're very, VERY pert. She removes her bra and they just stay up. Her ass is fucking amazing. She spends hours at the gym each week just on her turdcutter, especially now because she's dating me. It has those muscle definition lines and people have actually questioned her on whether or not she had implants.

Anyways, apparently when they went out, they drank a ton of beer because Kate farted under the covers and the stench that rolled out was preposterous. I sincerely thought she shit the bed on one of them.

"Baby, if you want to smell some farts, you can get under the covers and sniff these up. I want no fucking part of them. They are so fucking foul!"

I actually got under the covers because I knew it was going to be rancid and would make for great "spank bank" material.

She just kept farting one after another and at one point after 6 farts in about 30 seconds, she told me to put my mouth over her asshole and let one go that could have been heard a mile away!

Clare opened the door, laughing, and said, "Oh my god! Who was that?! That fart was so fucking legendary! I would be so fucking proud of that!"

She could see now that I was under the covers, and she started to back out with a few stammers.

Kate stopped her, "No, it's cool, Clare. He's doing that thing we talked about last night."

I wasn't mad because I knew Clare would be cool and not tell anyone, but I did find it a little strange to be sucking on someone's asshole with someone else in the room. Kate just let it fly and farted again. This one was searing hot.

"Did you just fart again?! Can I fart in your face," Clare was asking me... Or Kate?

Kate said, "Ehhhh.. Honestly, he gets turned on by it, so I don't really want my friend farting in his mouth. I certainly don't want you bare ass farting on him."

So Clare left and Kate said to me, "Would you let her fart in your face? Just one with her pajama bottoms on? I'd let that happen, just one PJ bottom fart."

I pulled my mouth off her asshole and she knew I really, really wanted to smell one of Clare's farts, but I didn't want to say yes because I do love Kate and don't want to do anything to harm our relationship... But then she said, "Aw fuck it. Just one fart."

Kate called Clare back in and told her she got one fart. Clare said, "Awesome! Oh my god... I'm going to hold it in for a while. Can I come back in like an hour?"

We were all laughing and Clare went to watch TV. Kate put on a movie and I grabbed her some hangover supplies from the kitchen. When I walked past Clare she was eating ice cream.

"Just loading up. Dairy works really fast on me. I want it to be a real whopper when I drop ass on your face," she started cackling and I just shook my head laughing.

I got into bed and we were cuddling after Kate's farts subsided pretty much until the door opened and Clare stood in the doorway, looking like a woman on a mission.

Getting out of bed, I sat on the floor and Kate grabbed her phone for a video.

I put my head against the bed and Clare stood in front of me, pointing her ass like a loaded shotgun at my face. She apparently scrunched up her face and let a leaking, loud, hot, stinky, horrific fart go right in my face! She moved her ass closer and closer to my face with every second that her searing hot fart was erupting from her anus and up into my nostrils. Her butt cheeks started to touch my face and I just kept sniffing as much of her fart as I could.

Clare finally ran out of gas and then proclaimed, "Wooo!!! Something stinks in here!"

She laughed really hard, but then put her hand over her butt, "I really do have to go take a shit now. Oh my god! Thank you for smelling my fart!"

Kate was laughing so hard and told me the only reason she let that happen was because Clare won a bet and she wasn't allowed to tell me that I was the "prize" for Clare. She wanted to fart in someone's face after Kate and her chatted at the bar and Kate decided it was only ok if there was a bet. I washed my face, got back into bed, and we just finished a movie. Clare left about an hour ago and now we're going to drink some coffee on the balcony.