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Subject: [story] Beware: Horny Cute Girls Fart on Your Food in Restaurants
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                                                       True Story 
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   Hi, my name is confidential and I'm about to disclose to you a very
   discrete matter between my girlfriend and I, which I would readily like
   to share with you. But first, let me introduce to you my breath-taking
   girlfriend Kris. She's 19 y/o, tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed, a shiny 
   smile of kindness. As to the physical aspects, she's very attractive, 
   having lush tits, curved shaped-up luscious ample ass. As a daughter of a
   G.I. Lietenant-Colonel of Norwegian extraction, and a German nurse,
   she looks very "Nordic", very alike to a typical Scandinavian. She works 
   at a well-known esteem restaurant in New York City and used to
   work at "7-Eleven" in Chevron gas station down in Pennsylvania. 
   Well, for couple of years she's been having a bizarre habit/hobby, 
   - farting on cream cakes... (beats me) It's amazing to see her
   taking off her pants, exposing her bare butt before me, then bending
   over, squating with it to the cake, and vigorously breaking winds all 
   over it. It's so wierd! 
   Once I decided to get down to it and asked her as to the meaning
   of this bizarre fetish, so she told me that it has turned her on since 
   being a little girl. Beats me! She can hardly even explain it to herself!
 
   So one day while I was visiting her at the restaurant, she approached me,
   took a cake out of the fridge, got undressed and carried out her constant
   ritual. I got suddenly so turned on, that my prick thought of punching my
   stretched pants, so I took 'em off. Astonished and grateful, I stared
   at my lover performing the ceremony easily and slowly, thanking Jesus
   Lord for her beauty.
 
   She bent down to place her ass in front of the cake, while I'm standing
   in the corner watching her drawing near her slit and shithole to
   approximately 2-3 inches from the cake, waiting patiently for the 
   digestion gases to accumulate, then be thrust out of her body to meet 
   the beneign cake. She told me she'd had the beans, so she was equiped
   with a lot of farts just to be proud of. After she let out a silent one, 
   felt only due to its odor, she broke winds loudly, about 5 or 6 in a row,
   every one of them sounded like a canon bombardment, or at least - 
   a starting motorcycle. The last one lasted 7 whole seconds. I think she 
   passed gas at 500 ml bulk sum total.
   Initially the smell was hot, strong and condensed as the molecules were
   too dense. After a while when it began to spread, it has become sharp,
   punctual and less offensive. After about 20 seconds it felt all over the
   room, surprisingly turning me on. She raised from the bending position,
   getting up on her feet. 
   As for the cake- after a few minutes it was a total mess, looked full
   of fungi and all sorts of bacteria and sour, still carrying Kris'
   wonderful smell.

   Couple of minutes later a good looking young fella entered the restaurant
   and asked for a pie. Kris served him the foul smelling cake.
   He ate it unabruptly, unaware of the drama which had taken place just 
   before. I was watching the scene while it was going on, I coundn't hold
   it in, and rushed to the staff's bathroom, bursting out laughing, lying
   on the floor twisting, until my belly was sore.
   10 minutes later, after recovering from the wild laughter, I went out of
   the facility just to encounter the funny guy holding his stomach, with a
   tormented expression on his face, speeding all the way to get rid of
   the foul cake. I think he's just had at least 150 million germs...
   Bonappetite!
                               

   Comments please!   (E-mail recommended)
   
   Take heed:   
   I'm conducting a contest between all the comments, which are received. 
   The best and most honest one will entitle the winner with a 50$ in cash
   plus a Dcc-ed wave file of her faulty farts (smell not included).


   
   



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