A Note From Billy: This story was submitted by Azia...umm, an
annonymous fan. It is for Mature audiences ONLY.

(true story) Hi, my name is L.D. and I'm about to disclose to you a
very eerie matter between my girlfriend and I, which I would readily
like to share with you. But first, let me introduce you to my
breath-taking girlfriend Kristine. She's 19 years old, 6"1' ,
blond-haired, blue-eyed, eqipped with a shiny smile of kindness. In
regard to the physical aspects, she's very attractive, having luscious
tits, curvaceous well-shaped juicy ample ass. As a daughter of a
Norwegian GI, and a German nurse, she looks very "Nordic", very alike
to a typical Scandinavian. As for myself, I stand about 6"2 and work
at the local bakery. I specialize in making birthday cakes.

Well, for couple of years Kristine'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 herself! She looves to let loose especially to
those juicy rancid rips out of her anus rite onto the poor cake,
firing her E-coli germs directly into it, and laughs out of sheer
satisfaction.

So one day while I was drinking my coffee, she approached me, took a
cake out of the frige, 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
holy ghost 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 slot and asshole are 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-but-deadly 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. 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, deep and less
offensive. It smelt like the combination between a gas station and
rotten eggs. 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. I kissed and hugged her passionately, thanking
her for thrilling me, and we both went to the bedroom to make love and
view a Veronica Moser film. As for the cake- after a few hours it was
a total mess, looked full of fungi and all sorts of bacteria and sour,
still carrying Kris' wonderful smell. Needless to say, it served as
our desert for dinner that very evening (yummy...). She also had
confessed to mostly enjoy breaking silent and smelly farts while in
public or near strange people (preferably her male friends - ughhh
give me a break!) - but that's for another time.