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Magical Farts

The following includes 2 girls on boy, magic, and facefarting. Enjoy! When you are born, there is a 1% chance you were born with the ability of magic. You choose how powerful your magic can be, whether you choose to ignore the magic and not pursue any learning of it, or strive to become the best wizard or witch out there. Kennedy was born with magic, and even as a teenager has spent so much time studying it that she practically perfected it. She is also very good friends with me, Avery, a boy with no magical powers. When we first met, we didn't get along well because I thought she was annoying, but now we're extremely close. We love to hang out together, sometimes just talking about the day's events, other times helping her practice her magic. Kennedy is in my homeroom class this year, as well as gym. She is really good at running and working out, and I'm pretty sure she's going to take home the gold medal in the next track meet. As for what she does outside of school...she spends

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Camis Attack On My Nostrils

The following includes Facefarting, noncon, and a naked girlfriend :) In the morning, I got up early to get some work done. As I sat at my computer, I heard a knock on the door and went to answer it. It was Cami, her blue eyes were wide as she gazed upon me and I could tell she had just woken up. "Good morning," I greeted her with a smile while holding out a chair for her next to mine. She smiled back then took off her glasses, letting them fall onto the desk in front of us before sitting down. Once seated she put her elbows on the table and rested her chin atop them, smiling sheepishly at me. "I hope you don't mind if I stay here today." she asked me nervously. While not being able to see that well without her glasses on, I could tell by the way her eyebrows furrowed in worry. "Why would I?" I told her while putting my hands behind my head. She gave a relieved smile then stood up and leaned over the table towards me, gently kissing me softly on the lips. "Thank you!" she exclaimed

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Farting For Profit

The following includes F/M, pain, and prostitution. The man sitting in the BMW was a complete mystery to me. I didn't know who or what he might be—and I found that incredibly exciting. His name was Greyson Vail, but that could just be an alias. No one on these fart fetish matching apps use their own name. He had paid for me to fart on him. It was a rather odd occupation, one as an eproctophiliac sex worker, but it wasn't unheard of. In fact, most of my clients were men like him: straight guys into farts. They were called "flatulist" by some people because they liked having women fart on them. My job involved meeting up with them at a prearranged place where we would have dinner together before going somewhere more private to make out and fool around (if you can call being pinned down against a couch while getting your face covered in ass gas fooling around). The flatulists usually wanted me to do all sorts of things related to fart fetishism; fart noises, smells, and even anal play

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She is Just A Friend.

Thanks so much for the support on my first story! This story includes F on M Facefarting, Farting, and farting in public. The most important thing to know about Iris is she's my friend. I'm not looking to date her at all. That being said, I do consider her to be one of my best friends. We've known each other for over 10 years now and have never had any problems getting along. There was a brief period where we weren't speaking to each other (over a year ago) but that's no longer an issue. In fact, I think we're closer than ever before. Iris is really pretty. She has short brown hair, pale skin, big eyes, and a nice smile. She stands 5'4" tall and weighs around 120 pounds. She wears glasses most of the time, but sometimes leaves them off if she wants to look sexy. Her breasts are small for her age, barely a handful, but they're shapely and firm. I am just her friend, though. I don't want anything more from her. I'm not interested in dating her or having sex with her. I'm not even

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The New Girl Natalie

The following includes F on F facefarting, implied sexual tension, and panties. It was a hot summer day. I was walking home from school when I saw a girl sitting by herself in the park. She was sitting under a tree, reading a book. I sat down next to her, and started talking. Her name was Natalie. She had beautiful green eyes and long brown hair that reached her waist. She was wearing a cute pink dress with white flowers on it, and looked like she could be a model if she wanted to. "Hi there," she said, "What's your name?" "Hey, my name is Natsumi." We talked for a while about our hobbies and what we liked to do. Then Natalie farted. *ppert* She laughed awkwardly, then continued speaking to me as if nothing happened. I tried not to laugh, but I couldn't help myself. After some more conversation, she finally let out another fart. *BBBBRBT* This one sounded so loud, that I couldn't ignore it. "Uhm, did you... just..." Natalie giggled and nodded. I turned bright red and started laughing

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The F.A.R.T.E.R.S: The F.A.R.T.O.U.R.

the following story contains public humiliation with farts, passing out due to them, and cumming. this is also a sequel to The F.A.R.T.E.R.S, which I recommend you read before this one. enjoy! --- Baltimore's Inner Harbor. It was a city park, really—a giant stretch of waterfront with a promenade and amusement rides for the tourists to look at while they drank overpriced cocktails from plastic glasses that clinked like tiny bells in their hands. In other words: just another tourist trap along the seaboard on which the world's oceans met. It had been raining when the F.A.R.T.E.R.S arrived in Baltimore that morning, but as always, there were still plenty of people wandering around despite the gloomy weather outside. The four young ladies - and Terry - were sitting out front of a local restaurant called "Dylan's Seafood Grill", where the girls could take advantage of having a table right by the window overlooking the harbor and eat some freshly prepared seafood before going back to

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Car Farts

this story contains a lot of farts, a teensy tiny little bit of vomit, and sister on brother stuff. nothing sexual!! also, my next story will be a continuation of when my sister and i visited my cousins. enjoy! A man in his twenties was walking along the street. He was wearing jeans, and a black t-shirt with a picture of some rock band on it. His hair had grown to about shoulder length; he had brown eyes, and light skin that got freckles in the summer months. It was the kind of face you could look at for hours without getting bored. That's what I thought anyway when I saw him out the window as he went up to the door outside my apartment building. The doorbell rang. A few seconds later, I buzzed him through the security panel. After only a moment, there were knocks on my door. I looked down from the peephole and stared. My jaw dropped open in disbelief. I was expecting a pretty boy, instead, I see...my brother! I opened the door and grabbed hold of him. "Holy shit!" I

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Jenny, The Gassy Babysitter Chapter 2

Hello Everyone, sorry for not posting on time, i was having a birthday celebration :) Anyways, the story includes babysitter farts, facefarting, and threatening to poop in alex’s mouth. Enjoy! "Hello?" I hear a voice say. I open my eyes, and see Jenny standing next to my bed. She is dressed in a pair of blue jeans, and a pink tank top. There are two bulges in her shirt. I notice them right away. She walks closer, and bends down so that her face is level with mine. "Hey Alex, how's it going?" She asks. She touches my cheek. I flinch, and turn away. "It's okay!" She says, as she takes my face into her hands. "Look at me, please?" She says. I look back at her, and force myself not to panic. "I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to check if you're okay." "Y-yes..." I say. "I can tell by looking at you that it wasn't a nice morning... Your face looks rather pale." She says. My cheeks burn redder than ever before. "W-well, yeah, being farted on was pretty unpleasant..." I say