A poem of seduction from a fart dominatrix…

19 02 2008

WARNING: ADULT MATERIAL. ADULT CONTENT. MATURE CONTENT! 

He tells her that he loves her.
He tells her that he cares.
He tells her what she wants to hear, so she better beware.

She takes him to bed.
She pulls the covers back.
They lay in the bed together on their backs.

She seduces him with her body.
She seduces him with her smile.
She puts on her fishnet stalkings, and struts around for awhile.

She has gas building in her ass.
She has to let it out.
She tells him to lay down, and not to pout.

She tells him that she is going to fart in his face.
He says he wants to smell the sweetness of her farts loving ways.
He tells her that she has class.

He begs her to let it out.
He begs her even more.
He begins to cry.

He has big tears falling from his eyes.
His tears fall like droplets of rain.
He wants her to fart right now, he begs and pleads….he wants her fart now!!!

She puts on her latex suit.
He puts his on too.
He walks around in it, hoping she will fart soon.

His latex suit is orange.
Her latex suit is red.
He can’t wait until she breaks wind on his feet and head.

He begs until she is ready.
She bends over and farts in his face.
Pooooooo! Pooooo! Poooooo!

He smiles and cries because of the beauty she let out into this world with pride.

FIN!





He farted at a rich freak party…and had the last laugh!

17 02 2008

Warning: Adult Satire. Adult situations.  

There was once a man who went to a party full of rich freaks, because one of his friends invited him. He didn’t fit in, and no one gave him the time of day. Because, in the rich freak world it is all about them, their politics, social clicks, and the material things that feed their ego.  

He walked over to the finger food table to get a snack before dinner, and some old rich freak asked him what he was doing there. He said that a friend had asked him to the party. The rich freak told him to get the hell out, because he didn’t belong there and wasn’t invited. The man wasn’t hurt or disappointed because the people at the party were a bunch of shallow, fake, selfish assholes. He was glad to leave.

His friend hadn’t even showed up anyway. He was about to walk out the front door of the party when his friend arrived. He told his friend what had happened, and she told him to stay. Well, they were just about to have dinner, and he was hungry so he said he would stay for dinner. His friend was delighted, and apologized for the old rich freaks behavior.  Him and his Friend found their place at the table. They just happened to be sitting by the man that just told him a few minutes ago to get out.

The old rich freak man hissed at him and told him that he was going to call security if he didn’t get out. Well, this time the “man that didn’t belongs” friend was there, and told the old rich freak that he was with her. Well, the rich freak old man apologized, because the man’s friend was one of his biggest clients.

You see when money is involved people start getting nicer. It brings out the ass-kisser in every asshole. They ate dinner and the whole time during dinner the old man, and his wife made jokes about the man that didn’t “belong”—they talked about people like him not having health insurance, and about them having to support the lower and middle classes. The man knew this but kept his mouth shut. He knew that he would have the last laugh.

The old man’s wife and the old man had face work, botox and other age related cosmetic surgery enhancements.  You see they wanted to stay young and be the fake “pseudo perfect” assholes that they had always been. They continued their jokes for most of the evening.

The man decided it was time for them to get what was coming to them. The man was tired of everyone at the table laughing at him, his friend told him to not listen to them. He felt some gas building in his ass. He knew if he let it build, he could blame the old man when the built up fart expelled with great magnitude from his ass. He would have the last laugh.

The man let the fart go. It was quiet…so silent (shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)! The fart stunk up the room. The old rich freak man soon began to comment about it. The man know it was time for the old man to take the blame for the fart that he had just released into the world. The man had always believed in taking responsibility for his own actions, but this time the old rich freak would take the fall. The man told everyone that the old rich freak and his wife broke wind.

The old rich freak and his wife assured people that their crap didn’t stink. His wife went as far to say that evening that she didn’t break wind and either did her husband. Well, everyone’s eyes begin watering at the table, and a couple of people gagged and barfed up their dinner. Others ran for the nearest exit. The old man and woman ran as well. Even the man’s friend she ran for the door.

The man finished his dinner and then left. A couple of days later a magazine did an article on the farting incident. The old man begin to lose business, and lost all his accounts and business contacts. He and his wife had no money coming in and they lost all their cars and houses, and soon were penniless. They in the end had nothing.

They then knew what it was like to be poor, and lived unhappily ever after. The moral of this story don’t fuck with the middle class.

FIN





The Farting College women: The Adventure at the Lust package Part 2

16 02 2008

Warning: adult Content! Adult Material. Adult Theme. Adult Language.

Note: all names are fictional. It is a story!

In our last episode Beth lost her farting powers. She was just about to fart on Mark GreenBill to save her friend Sandy from his horrible seduction of sickness. But, just as she had her ass in his face she couldn’t fart. Will she get her Fart powers back? Find out in this episode…ladies and gentlemen!

Mandy: What did you do to her…Mark GreenBill? Why can’t she fart?!

Mark GreenBill: I had my henchmen spike her drink with gas be gone, and now she will never fart ever again, and Sandy and I can live happily ever after (he, he, he, he, he, he…ha, ha, ha, ha)!

Sandy: Yes, my love we will move to an island paradise filled with love and passion.

Mandy: More like mosquitoes and malaria.

Sandy: Why do you have to ruin it for me…Mandy. We are going to live in paradise just Mark and me.

Mark GreenBill: Yeah, and Sandy will wear flowers and beads, and we can run around naked all day long in the hot, hot, sun! 

Beth: Gas be gone…NO!

Mark GreenBill: Yes, I am afraid so Beth isn’t it nice. Your ass is now silent. There are no farts coming from it. You won’t be able to free Sandy from my control and power trips (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)!!!

Mandy: Not so fast Mark GreenBill, you forgot about me. I have gas it was that corn dog that I ate. It was the sauerkraut that I had for lunch…it was the corn on the cob I had for my afternoon snack. I am going to fart in your fucking smug ass face.  I might blow a piece of corn in your eye, so say goodbye to all this and hello to my fucking nasty ass fart!

Mark GreenBill: No, you can’t have gas…they put gas be gone in your fucking beer too. You can’t get gas.

Mandy: Mark, you are such an amateur. I like fruity drinks, beer tastes like horse piss…and looks like it too.

Sandy: Don’t bother my man…you tramp!

Mandy: How dare you call me a tramp…after all the we have been through.

Mark GreenBill: Yeah, tramp leave me alone. Sandy and I have bed surfing to do with our clothes off if you know what I mean.

Mandy: Yeah, I know what you mean you asshole. Beth, take Sandy with you, Mr. GreenBill and I have some things to talk about.

Beth: OK…I am out of here. I need to go eat some cabbage anyway…Sandy move your ass!

Sandy: No, you are a bitch and you are just jealous that I have a man and you don’t.

Beth: Don’t worry bitch…trust me I don’t envy you in any way! And besides I swing the “other way”!

Mark GreenBill: What do you mean…Beth. I am a stud…a catch of the year and your just jealous that Sandy has a dick…my dick. If you had my dick you would go back to loving men.

Mandy: You are such a dick Mark!

Beth: Fat chance…your dick is too small for the likes of me, and besides who needs a sperm chucker like you.

Mark GreenBill: I am not small. I have a big one. I have a big one. Sandy Beth is hurting my feelings. I am all emotional now!

Mandy: Yeah, Mark you are a dick!

Sandy: Shut the fuck up Mandy, and get the hell out of my life.

Mandy: What has he done to you…Sandy!

Mark GreenBill: I am such a catch…that is why she is the way that she is.

Mandy: You are a catch alright…you are going to catch a piece corn in your eye from my ass!

Mark GreenBill: I would like to see you try!

Beth picks up Sandy and puts her over her shoulder. Mark GreenBill makes a run for it. He is too much of an asshole to fight his own battles. Mandy Corners Mark in one corner of the fuzzy room with shag carpet.  

Sandy: Mark!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA! 

Mark GreenBill: You can’t stop me! I am Mark…what are you doing?

Mandy: I am taking my dress off…Mark!

Mark GreenBill: You don’t have any panties on you are so hot! Oh, you have a nice body! Your tits are so real, but you need to shave your pussy! I am telling Sandy that she has to after we consummate our love for the first time.

Mandy: There will be no first time, and unfortunatly for you I have plans for you, and fortunately for me I am going to fart in your smug ass face.

Mark GreenBill: You wouldn’t dare…fart in my beautiful fucking face.

Mandy pushes Mark on to the shag carpet bed, and then she sits on his face!

Mark GreenBill: Your ass smells so good Mandy, it smells like rose garden surprise. Don’t you want to rethink this, I mean we could be lovers forever.

Mandy: No, Mark forever seems too long, and I have gas in my ass…and I am going to fart. My ass won’t smell like roses anymore it will smell like dog shit in the garden surprise. Oh, it is almost here, I can feel it coming from deep within, oh here it comes Mark. I am almost there…Mark.

Mandy’s Fart:Poooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! POPOPOPOPOPOPOPO!

Mark GreenBill: It smells. I am…going…to (Barf) I have a piece of corn stuck in my mouth you, and in my nose! My face is burning! My Eyes! My Nose! What did you eat your freak.

Mandy: Goodbye…Mark! I hope that I have ruined your smug ass face, and reputation!

Mark GreenBill: I will get you Mandy, and the rest of the farting college women! After I have surgery to correct my contaminated face if it is the last thing that I do! I will get my revenge do you hear me farting college women!!!!!!!!!

Mandy: We will be waiting…you bastard!

Mandy walks out into the bar. Beth can’t get Sandy to stop crying! She is fighting Beth!

Mandy: what is wrong!

Beth: She is sick! She has second-hand asshole disease.

Mandy: I have never heard of that…come on Sandy come back to us!

Beth: Yes, it is the same thing as second hand smoke if you are around it too long you could get cancer. She was around an asshole for too long, and now all she will date is assholes…we have got to break the cycle. 

Mandy: What are we going to do?

Beth: I don’t know, but I have to think of something fast! Oh, I got my farting powers back.

Mandy: What did you do?

Beth: I ate a bunch of cabbage, and legumes. Tasted like crap, but I am ready to take on all assholes of this world!

Mandy: That is great…you should get a medal for that.

Beth: You are such a smart ass Mandy!

Mandy: Yes, isn’t it great!

Sandy: Mark where are you my love. My love! My love!!!

Beth: We have got to do something fast!

Will Sandy recover from asshole disease, or will she love assholes all her life. Find out in the next episode of The Farting College Women: The Adventure at the Lust package.

FIN: for now!





Fart Mistress: The Farting Mistress of the night.

11 02 2008

Warning: Adult Content. Adult Material. Adult theme. Adult Language.

I am the Fart Mistress a fictional character: I am not a Vampire, I am not a Dominatrix, I am the farting Mistress of the night (he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he).

You want love.
You want wine.
You think I am divine. 

You ask me to remove my pants.
You ask me to remove my panties with lace, I gladly say OK!
You look at my nude butt with truelove and care.

You get hot when you see my pubic hair—it’s dark follicles welcome you closer to my bosom.
You tell me that you love me.
You tell me that I am yours forever.

I have gas in my ass just waiting to be released into this reality—the smell will fill you with lust.
If you don’t let me stick my butt in your face, I will pout and cry tears of bitterness and haste. 
M
y mind will be filled with disgrace and disappointment, there will be no pleasure tonight if I can’t fart in your face.
Oh, sweet lover let me do it…let me release a huge fart in your smug ass face.

You let me sit on your face, you cry tears of emotion as you see the beauty of my ass slowly hovering above your nose and mouth.
I push hard and release a fart of great magnitude into your existence.
(pooooooooooooooo…ooooooooooooo…ooooooo….shhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
The fart is filled with love and grace.

You complain that it smells.
You ask me what  I ate.
You ask me why the fart smelled like rotten eggs.

You cry, and get up from the floor.
You get all emotional, not because of the love you feel for me.
Not because you care, but because your eyes are watering from the fart that had just released.

You get up and leave.
You just walk away.
You vow to never return, you say you are finished with me anyway.
 
There are no tears that I cry.
There are no sad goodbyes.
There is only pleasure that I feel inside…I will fart another day.

FIN!





Sexy Pubic Hair Poem…oh la, la!

5 02 2008

Warning: Adult Content. Adult theme. Adult material.  

My pubic hair is curly.
My pubic hair is thick.
My pubic hair is rich.

I don’t cut it!
I don’t shave it.
I love to flaunt it.

I love to expose it around my bikini line.
I love to show it on the beach.
I love to model it like a freak.

My pubic hair is beautiful.
My pubic hair is divine.
My pubic hair has a shrine.
My pubic hair is all mine.

I love to wash it in the shower.
I love to not shave it as a sign of power.
I think about it every hour.

My pubic hair goes with me everywhere.
I would braid it if I could.
I will grow it out forever.  

FIN





The Farting College women: Beth’s Dildo Fever…poem!

30 01 2008

WARNING: Adult material. Adult Content. Adult theme. 

I have dildo fever and no one understands.
I have dildo fever and I don’t need a man.
I have dildo fever and I please myself any way that I can.

My dildo is long.
My didlo gives me freedom.
My dildo is mine…to have all the time.

I take it to work with me.
I take it to bed.
I take it where ever pleasure finds me.

I don’t have to mess with a man…with my dildo I thee wed.
My dildo makes me cum…without all the baggage of a relationship!
My dildo has a shrine, it makes love to me it with passion in mind!

I turn it on all the time.
My dildo is fine!
My dildo takes four AA batteries.
My dildo makes a buzzing sound….(BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ)

FIN





The Farting College Women: The adventure at the Lust Package Part 1

29 01 2008

Warning: Adult Content. Adult Theme. Adult Language.

Note: Names are fictious…it is only a story! 

The three ladies head to the bar to relax. They have all been working really hard, and need a break. They walk into the bar and sit at a table. There is only one problem…Mark GreenBill!

Beth: Let’s go out tonight.

Sandy: OK…where do you want to go?

Beth: To the Lust Package…all I know is that I want a long smooth drink. I have been working really hard….lately.

Mandy walks in at the end of the conversation.

Mandy: I don’t know if we should go to a club. Edwin and his jerk posse might be there. I am really tired of him sending me text messages and crying on my voice mail.

Beth: You can stay Mandy, but I am going out. Lusta Golden is going to meet Sandy and I there.

Mandy: Where are you going?

Beth: To the Lust package. They have two dollar shots all night…and the watresses walk around with nothing on but a smile…some even wear latex their so hot. The Lust Packages women’s restroom is full of numbers and sexy messages on the wall…some of the messages get me all hot.

Mandy: I want a cum shot and it is not from a drink if you know what I mean.

Beth: Mandy, that is where you go wrong…you are always looking for physical action. You have to start with the emotional, and then move to the physical. You should be more like Lusta golden and I. We just started using a double headed dildo the other night…up until now we have been watching each other get ourselves off…it makes me all emotional to see her cum. I cry sometimes.  Our love is so deep.

Sandy: You and Lusta are in love. That is so special.

Beth: Hell, yeah we are in love…and it is a sure thing honey. I am thinking about asking her to move in…we are ready to make that jump.

Sandy: You mean there is going to be another member of The Farting College Women?

Beth: Yes…I am afraid so Sandy.

Mandy: Isn’t she a hardcore Vampire?

Beth: Yes, she has to suck someone’s balls dry every once in a while!

Sandy: Wouldn’t that get messy…sucking someones cock dry. What a way to survive…yuck!

Beth: Once she sucks their balls dry they are sterile…the man’s bone is dry.

Mandy: Come on let’s go! We can take my car…that is enough talk about ball sucking.

The three get in Mandy’s hot car and drive to the Lust Package. Mandy parks the car and they enter the club. There are people dancing to gothic disco and wearing latex, black leather, black leather masks, and full latex body suits. They sit down at a private table in the corner of the club.

Mandy: Edwin won’t come here…he is too much of a macho man. He’s into those country western bars.

Sandy: He is not a man at all.

Beth: You can say that again…Sandy. I wonder wear Lusta is…she said that she would be here. I am going to call her cell…I will be right back. Order me a Vodka straight up.  

Beth leaves to call Lusta Golden!

Waitress: Hey, dirty sluts…what can I get you? How do you like my tits? They are real…everything about me is real. I don’t shave my pubic hair. I am a none conformist.

Mandy: That’s nice…your tits are real firm looking.

Waitress: Thank you…

The waitress has on a latex mask, latex body suit, and her tits are sticking out through two holes in her latex body suit.  

Sandy: She called us sluts…We are not…

Mandy puts her hand over Sandy’s mouth.

Mandy: Sandy shut up…you are at the Lust Package. It is customary to call people names here. This is the dirtiest fucked up bar in the city. I have no idea why Beth wanted to come here.

Sandy: Oh…I will have tall glass of milk with ice.

Waitress: OK…and for you temptress?

Mandy: Sandy…I can never figure you out…milk with ice with the fuck? Give me a cum shot….with extra cream. Our friend that is in the restroom wants a Vodka straight.

Waitress: Right away mistress….right away!

Ten minutes later. The waitress brings them their drinks, and Beth comes and sits down.

Sandy: Where were you Beth?

Beth: I was in the restroom taking a dump…when I had to get myself off reading the writing on the wall. There was a man and a woman doing it in the stall next to me they had body paint on…it kind of made me hot. Their moans made crap even faster.

Sandy: Where is Lusta?

Beth: She is running a little late. She had some business to attend to…she will be here in a little while.

Mandy: Oh, crap Edwin just came in with Mark GreenBill.

Beth: Mark GreenBill the actor?

Sandy: No…Mark GreenBill  the celebrity psychiatrist.

Mandy: Oh, yeah I forgot Edwin is working as a bodyguard. That explains why he came in here. Hurry…you have got to hide me.

Beth: What the fuck are you doing Mandy?

Mandy: I am hiding under the table. What the fuck…there are two people doing it under our table.

The People: Damn you…we were just about to cum…together for the first time. (crying)

Mandy: Get a damn room if you don’t want to be interrupted, fucking horny bastards. You better be using birth control we wouldn’t want you two procreating!

The People: Fuck you….

They get up and walk away….

Sandy: Oh, I think they saw my see through panties under the table…I have a huge bush right now.

Beth: Sandy…I just don’t get you sometimes. There is nothing wrong with having a bush…it is totally natural!

Sandy: Mandy, Edwin is coming over to the table with that guy.

Edwin: Hello, ladies have you seen Mandy? Tell her hi for me. I love her. I need love. Love. Love. Please she is the woman of my dreams.

Beth: Bring in the violins, and let the river of tears flow! Edwin take a hint she doesn’t like you.

Sandy: Yeah, Edwin.

Edwin: She would love me if she would only give our love a chance. It will be the truest love ever! I need her so bad (crying)!

Beth: True as a politician on election day.

Edwin: You don’t know true love like I do. You are such a…

Mark GreenBill: Move over Edwin.  Hello ladies…I am Mark GreenBill celebrity psychiatrist. You will never meet a man like me. I am smart and all knowing. I know what all the celebrities need.

Beth: Why don’t you treat Edwin he is fucked up in the head.

Mark GreenBill: He doesn’t make enough money, and isn’t popular enough for me to treat him. I only treat people that have power and prestige…and good insurance.

Beth: You totally define a person that is in it for the money. 
 
Mark GreenBill: Haven’t you seen my wonderful show? A well known celebraty got me my show, I only went on his show a few times and the rest is history.

Beth: Yeah…Yeah I have seen your crappy show…but fortunately for me I changed the channel.

Mark GreenBill: Oh, you did well I have healed half of Hollywood and everyone comes to me and you know what my solution is…it is rehab. Yes, rehab where all the magic happens. But, you know what I do first? I charge them three thousand dollars to tell them they need rehab.

Beth: Why don’t you get lost.

Mark GreenBill: No, I am going to sit at your table, because you see I am from Hollywood and I am above the law. I am a star…and you know what stars do they can be assholes anytime they want and people think they are being funny (he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he).

Beth: I am warning you. You better get lost.

Mark GreenBill: No! I won’t I am a doctor for the stars a man that always gets what he wants.

Edwin: He can do what he wants…Beth. I will stop you if you try anything funny.

Beth: Edwin your dick is so small a bacteria has to jack you off and then you can’t cum.

Edwin: No it doesn’t. I won’t listen to you. My package is fine. My package is the best…I am big I tell you. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Beth: You keep telling yourself that.

Edwin runs out!

Beth: One gone…one more to go.

Mark GreenBill: What did you do to him? I guess he needs counseling. What is your name women? I’m Mark. Do you want to dance.

Sandy: Sandy (he, he, he, he, he, he, he) OK!

Beth: Sandy what are you doing?

Sandy: What does it look like I am doing? I am dancing the night away.

Beth: Fine…but watch your ass!

Mark GreenBill: Yeah…Sandy you better watch your ass I might kiss it later. I am Mark GreenBill…celebrity psychiatrist the richest man in Hollywood.

Beth: Are you stoned, or just a really bad egoist.

Mark GreenBill: I can tell you right now that I am not stoned.

Mark and Sandy dance.

Mandy: Is Edwin gone? Beth, please tell me that the bastard is gone.

Beth: Yeah, he is gone.

Mark and Sandy dance the whole night. Lusta Golden shows up and Beth and Mandy drink more and more. Lusta Golden just moves to the music. Mandy hands Lusta Golden her car keys.

Beth: I am so…messed up.

Mandy: Me too. Lusta Golden I am glad that you are driving home.

Lusta Golden: No…problem thy women.

Beth: Where the fuck is Sandy?

Mandy: I don’t know! Thought she was dancing with Mark GreenBill!

Beth: We have to find her she is like mush in Mark’s arms…we have to save her from is egoist motives.

Mandy: Egoist motives…ha, more like lust motives. That guy is a fucking slut!

Beth: You can say that again. I am so drunk! (burp, burp, burp, burp!)

Mandy: Me too! (burp)

Beth: Lusta ask those freaks if they saw where Sandy went! (burp!)

Lusta Golden: They are not freaks. They are my kind of people!

Lusta walks over to the two dancing freaks, both are wearing latex masks, and body suits!

Lusta Golden: Did you see where our friend went?

Freak one: They went up stairs man…to the hotel! Can you pay me…I need five bucks for a cab fare.

Lusta Golden: Fine…here is five bucks!

Freak two: I know what room they are in…another five bucks please.

Lusta Golden: OK…here is another five bucks?

Beth: Damn this whole society…nothing is free anymore. Everyone wants something for nothing!

Freak Two: They are in room twenty-two! That is known as the fuck room. You have to know the damn code to get in there…man!

Beth: Do you know the code? My friends sanity and health are at stake.

Freak one: No one knows the code. No one! I  wouldn’t even attempt to go in room twenty-two!

Beth: We are going, and you are coming with us!

Freak One: I told you all I know…man! I swear on the vomit that I will hurl tonight.

Freak Two: He means it man! He will hurl, and he will swear tonight that he doesn’t know the code.

Lusta Golden grabs the freaks, because Beth and Mandy are too drunk! They can’t take the stairs so they have to take the elevator. They walk past the desk clerk.

Desk Clerk: Hey, where  are you people going? You can’t go back there, those rooms are private.

Lusta Golden: Yes, we can! Our friend is back there…we have got to save her.

Desk Clerk: Look…I don’t give a fuck about your friend…only VIP people are allowed back here. Do I have to call security?

Beth: Screw VIP, VIP mentality only breeds oppression and injustice!

Desk Clerk: You back off bitches! You back….

Lusta pulls up her skirt and flashes her pussy at the desk clerk. He becomes hypnotized and falls under her spell of lust!

 Desk Clerk: That is the most beautiful pussy that I have ever seen. I want it! I want it! Please, I have to have it! Oh, I am in pain! (thump)

The desk clerk falls under Lusta Golden’s spell of lust, and slowly slides to the floor!

Lusta Golden: Hurry…hurry! He is under my spell of lust! It will wear off in a few minutes, and then he will be his evil self once again.

Freak One: That was some pretty cool shit…how did you do that?

Lusta Golden: Pussy power…pussy power my dear freak!

Freak two: That is some power!

Mandy: You can say that again! (burp)

Beth:That is my lover! (burrrrrrrrrrrrrp) Damn that Vodka!

They find room twenty two, and bang on the door! Freak number one types in the code, the door opens. Freak one and Freak two make a run for it!

Freak One: We are out of here!

Freak Two: Hell…yeah! See ya!

Lusta Golden: We don’t need them anyway!

Beth: What the hell is this? There is fur all over the walls, and flashing lights everywhere!

Mandy: There is Sandy on that big fuzzy purple bed! (burp)

Lusta Golden: Unhand the fare woman you male slut!

Mark GreenBill: No, she is mine to have and to control…I am going to get someone to control before this night is over (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)! I purposely had them get you drunk farting College Women so I could get..some time with your friend Sandy! You are too drunk to fart on me now! I am above the law…my law!

Mandy: We are pretty damn drunk, but I am not afraid of you! I think I am going to throw up!

Mark GreenBill: No, one can protect your friend  now…we are in love! It is only a matter of time before she is mine, and you can do nothing about it!

Sandy: What are you doing? We are in love. In the deepest love. He says we are getting married, and moving to an island of dreams.

Mark GreenBill: Yeah, I just want someone to love. Love is all that  Iwant! I am not going to hurt your friend…just control her! (Wooooooooooooooooooo, HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

Lusta Golden: This guy is about to piss me off!

Beth: Hey, were are you going?

Mark GreenBill: I am taking her to my love chamber….and we are going to consummate our love!

Sandy: He was telling me that he wants us to have a world of love.

Lusta Golden: Unhand her…you jerk!

Mark GreenBill: No!

Beth: That is it!

Beth takes off her pants and pushes Mark on to the bed, and puts her ass in his face, but she can’t fart.

Beth:  I can’t fart…what is happening to me! AAAAAAA!

Mark Green: I had them add some anti-fart solution to your drinks you can’t fart ever again!!!! (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha) Oh, your ass smells so sweet like a spring day in April! (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)!

Mandy: Oh no!

Lusta Golden: Oh….shit!

Sandy: I love you mark!

Will Beth get her gas back or will Mark GreenBill win, find out in the next episode of The Farting College Women: The Adventure at the Lust Package.

FIN for now!