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Clearing Her Out “It’s-it’s Ryan,” he shouted, above the club noise and the merriment of everyone dancing. “Ryan!” she shouted back gleefully. “Cool! Wanna dane?” Of course he did, no questions asked. How could he say no, to those bright blue eyes and long blonde hair? His first night out had turned into a dream, in under 10 seconds...all at her initiative. “My name’s Natalie,” she told him, winding her tall back against his chest as she shook from side to side. So it was, his first night out to a nightclub, where an impossibly beautiful, well rounded young woman was on his waist...no, back into his penal area, where she ground back laughing. Ryan could hardly contain himself; he found an excuse to place his hands around her short shorts as she backed in harder. Good god, either the drinks were too strong or her booty was...massive. He felt a tingle on the head of his cock...like a jolt almost. The young woman called Natalie stood up, ass shaking side to side on his front, looking back with a smile. Ryan was held in place by her sexy demeanor, nowhere matched on his face or torso or...down beneath, where the tingling had erupted again. To his surprise, a murky scent began crawling up to detest his nose. The young woman didn’t hesitate and made her move. BBBBBFFFFPPRRROOOOOOOOOTTTTTT! This time Ryan heard it, the blasting toot barreling forth from her shorts; it smelled like...well, he couldn’t tell, only nastiness. He got a full taste as she bent over and grinded up, booty letting loose upward. PPPPPRRRAAARRRBBBBRRTTTTTT! FFFFFBBBLLLTTRROOOTTTTTTTTTTT! Natalie stood up laughing, her rancid farts not yet displayed to the crowd...only Ryan’s wooziness at her methane power. “Are you alright?” she shouted, a look of concern on her face as she held his shoulders. “I...what are you-” “It’s okay, come here, I got you.” she interrupted, carrying him to his feet. The patrons paid them no mind. Just another drunk geust, perhaps a good samaritan carrying him, perhaps his caring girlfriend. Ryan could only be so lucky. His world was in a sickened blur and the dance floor lights were disappearing. His cries of confusing only began as they descended into the nightclub’s cellar-by then, she was upon him. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BBBBBBBBBRRRTTTTLLLRROOOOOOOTTTTTTTT! PPRRRUUUUPPPBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTT! “Whew, thank god!” Natalie cried. Ryan pleaded for a diety, anyone who would lift this woman’s farting ass between him and the crate he was laid upon. “Sorry Ryan,” Natalie continued. “Most guys get a little rowdy when I...ugh, start gassing them up.” FFFFTTTRRLLLAARROOOATTTTTT! This time she rose, letting her green bean and egg fart grasp his gagging face. “Wh-why are you…” Ryan started. His head felt like it was in a merry go round of nausea. Natalie turned to put a finger on his lips, silencing him, while a sly smile crept up her pretty lips. “Are you gunna get all ‘shouty’ on me again?” she asked. Ryan gulped, shaking his head. “Good,” she continued. “Cuz it gets a little wild from here.” Ryan gasped, taking in even more foul breaths than he had intended. Her booty shorts fell to the floor, a naked tan bum spread wide open as she did so. There, a limp cock fell off her buttcheeks to lay limp by the shaved ballsack. “Ohhhh, that’s better,” Natalie cooed. Ryan winced, watching a dark brown anus slither out and in; clean shaven, yet with a glistening slime that fit it’s massive, rugged circumference. “Never see a Futa before, kid?” Natalie asked pleasantly...though her smile still held a sinister nature. “I know, it freaks some people out...and for good reason.” FFFFFBBBBRRRMMMBBUPUUUTTTTTTT! Uncaged, her booty hole roared with a vile fart that tasted of death. Ryan let out a yelp upon one taste, eager to rise up and run. She sat upon his chest, a massive weight which kept him looking up at her bulging asshole. “Ryan, chill, ok?” she began again. “I’m into chicks, same as you. Your little pooper has nothing to worry about. Well, for now, anyway.” Ryan was eerily evident of her finger riding along up his crotch. “Wh-what do you want from me?!” he asked, making sure to keep his vocal tones equal part scared, yet volume appropriate. The Futa rose, keeping an eye on her captive as she reached out into her departed pants pocket. “I WANT you to be my wingman, fartboy,” she told him. “A girl needs to...clear herself out a bit before the ladies will...well, say ‘fuck it’ and go a little ‘lezzie’ on me. I mean, would you try to smash if you saw THIS poking along my thigh?” She turned to display her Futa cock, elongated now as she slowly stroked. Ryan whimpered; it was simply massive, like those joke dildos he’d seen some kids meme about on a message board. She wielded it expertly, twitching it about his mouth. “Pl-please don’t!” he pleaded. She laughed. “It’s not for you, silly!” said the Futa. “Girl’s have better holes all around. That’s just a fact, sorry.” PPPRRRMMMMMBBBBRRRTTTT! She was happy to turn around and bend her booty to share the fleeting fart next to his face. “Wh-what do you want?” he asked her again. She sat on his chest, angling her booty down for him to disappear behind. “Well as you can see, it gets kind of...nasty down there,” she explained. “I have trouble jacking off when my booty is firing off. So you sniff that, take care of my behind, while I take care of up front. If you do a good job, you can go back to the dance floor. Maybe if we get lucky you and I can find someone to tag team.” BBBBRRLLLTTRRLLLLAAARRRRRRRTTTTTTTT! She laughed and he coughed as the calamari and baked beans fart roared around his face. “Sound like a plan?” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It sounded like a hurricane was blowing across his forehead. FFFFBBBBRRTTTLLPPPRRROOORRAATTT! “Ohhhh! How we doing down there?” she asked him. Ryan was in a hissy fit of gags and spittle. Her thighs and booty were crushing his lungs, already filled with her rugged anal scent. Her asshole never seemed to fully close, only wince back to pick up another blast and send it his way. “Good!” she responded to his coughs. “It smells like a field of daisies up here, fartboy. Keep it up!” BBBBBBTTTLLLRRRRPPPUMMMPPBBRTTT! PPPTTTTOORRROROAOAOTTTT! In the dank basement darkness, Ryan watched her asshole charge onto his lips and nose with a fury. He prayed for someone to come down and save him from this torture...he prayed he could find the strength to lift her off. FFRRRRTTLLLLRROOOOOOTTTTTTT! But no, the thumping music and crowd above were oblivious to the farts echoing off his face into the walls. His only chance for survival was...well, he didn’t know. BBBBBRRRRLLTTRRRSSSSTTRRRTTTTTT! A wet fart pumped ass juice along his face; his screech was halted by her booty as she scooted back. “Ohhhh...almost done Ryan...almost done,” she told him, adding a wriggle to her butt. He felt her warm testicles slap his upper chest as she stroked, filling up her hand with cock and his face with a mouthful of wet farts. PPRRSSSMMMRMRRRPPTTTTT! FFFLLLAAAUURRBABABBBATTTTTTT! She grunted, fully content. He gasped and gagged, desperate for air-her booty now cut off all contact to the booze and sweat upstairs. “Ryan...give it a lick,” he heard outside her ass. He wanted to scream for her to get off, what a stupid suggestion, what an absolute- PPRRTTLLRRRUUUUURRRBBRTT! “Ohhh! I’m getting close! Hurry!” He expanded his tounge with a screech into the murky fart. Any promise with a finality to this hell...he would engage. “That’s it...that’s it!” she told him, half giggling, half moaning as her she-meat flapped along her fingers. “Oh...oh my god...right there...deeper...right there, keep licking.” Her fully spread ass clamped around his face in sweat and fart smell. BBBRRRRLLAAUUGGHHHOORRPPPTTT! Ryan gagged as the fart hit the back of his throat, her anus punching his tounge in a wild grind. “Ryan I...ohhh!” Her thighs pinched his neck; Ryan shook and punched at her legs, to no avail. The Futa was lost in her own orgasm and Ryan was forced to her cooing and the spray of semen sprinkling the wooden stairs and ceiling. FFFFFMMMMBBBRRRRRRUUUTTTTTTT! “Whoops! Sorry, Ryan,” she told him...although her tone indicated otherwise. “I seriously thought I could hold it.” Ryan’s hits on her legs drew more bouts of laughter as she sighed...meanwhile, the texture of the shit she was dispensing still sat on his tounge. “Here, let me help you out a bit.” The Futa rose, pushing on her bowels just above the young man. He watched in horror as her asshole widened to the size of a junior league football. What popped out was menacingly large, dark brown and smelling of his worse nightmares. He tried to flutter between her clenched thighs, landing only upon her sweaty ballsack. “Hold on...stay still,” she told him with a grunt and a giggle. “You don’t want this going back in...I’ll need to make use of your tounge again...haha! HHGGH!” BBBRRRRLLTTTLRROOATTTTTTT! Ryan yelped as her feces chopped off, landing just outside his head behind them. Another grunt and her asshole lodged forth another specimen, slowly trudging forth out above his face. “Here’s a tip...UGH...Ryan...ohhh,” she told him. Ryan squirmed, nearly vomiting as the shit forcefully flung itself on top of it’s departed brother. “Never eat Taco Bell...and Del Taco...in the same day,” she told him with a chuckle. “Okay, here we go...last one!” FFFFAAAATTTRRLLLRROOOOOAATTTTTT! He saw it, popping out with equal magnitude as her beefy fart sent itself to invade his nostrils. But no more-her booty left him with such a nasty taste he was rendered unconscious...otherwise, it left him breathless. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ryan had never woken up to vomit before...then again, he’d never woken up to such a hellscape before. “Jesus christ.” Ryan looked up at a male club go-er, wrapping a dark blonde female around his neck. “What the hell?!” she echoed, eyeing the devestation the Futa had left behind and Ryan had added to. Ryan muttered something...then hurriedly climbed up the steps. He looked down each alleyway before hobbling to the next street corner. The Futa could be anywhere...perhaps it was the delirious state she had left him in, always fearful, always seeing her skin and tasting her flesh with every step. By the time he made it to his apartment, it was all he could do to flop upon his bed and shiver asleep beneath the covers. In the morning, he awoke to a hangover...of sorts. Her powerful methane beat any hangover he could acquire at the club. All the while his phone buzzed powerfully in his pocket, nonstop. Regretfully, he took it out, out of aggravation and a instinctual millennial desire. Snapchat photos, all lined up on his lockscreen. The first on the list read: “...I hope you don’t mind, I borrowed your phone.” Who had? He knew damn well who. With shaking fingers, he lined up the story the Futa Natalie had sent him. “You passed out! I hope you don’t mind, I borrowed your phone.” Ryan gulped, tasting her wet farts with every breath as he stared at the photo and caption. There he lay, in a mess of shit and puke beside her phone. He clicked to the other section. “Geuss who got laid! This gal! TY RYAN!” She pursed her lips out with eyes wide, in the most comical, also, sexy duck face he’d ever seen. Past her naked chest was a girl behind her...absolutely devastated. She lay ass up on the bed, a trail of white gooshing along the thighs she clutched...no doubt in pain. Ryan hurriedly clicked through. This one, she was rolling her eyes, fully clothed outside the door. “She’s fine, don’t worry. All these ratchets saying they want big dick till it comes knockin’! #crybaby #got her number still”. Ryan clicked through...this one was sent recently. “Hey, got a date tonight, another girl. Can I come over and ‘clear myself out’?” A sexy selfie pose, stark naked to her side in the mirror. It was sent close to an hour ago...Ryan clicked to the most recent one...a video. “I’ll be gentle...I promise, haha!” That one was her voice...or so he was led to believe. All that was visible was the closed buttcheeks and hanging cock her phone camera slowly led down towards. BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT! The fart blew through her tightly packed meat in a baritone manner. She sighed in relief, slowly shaking her rump in front of the fogged camera lens. “We can dance first if you want to.” said the Futa. PPPPPPRRTTLLRRTT--! He clicked the phone off, barreling for his toilet. |
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