From Fantasy to Reality
Author: Wolfman Sid
My name is Paul and for so many years I have longed for my sister Denise to sit on my face and fart. I am now 37 and Denise is 45. When I was younger, Denise would often tease me with farts but farting not on my face or even threatening to do it, which she never did. Many years passed by the feelings never went away. My life is now at a breaking point, I can 't concentrate. All I can think of is Denise sitting on my face when I see her in her skin tight jeans and brown cord pants. I almost shake with the feelings I get, the feelings are now too much. I can 't handle it no more. The time has come to confront Denise with my fetish.
It was Sunday, my parents and I have been to my sisters for Sunday lunch and my parents decided to head home. I was still watching soccer on TV so I stayed. Denise was wearing her skintight, brown cord pants which were so tight on her ass.
"Are you okay, Paul?" She asked, smiling.
I knew I had to tell her so, maybe an hour or so later.
After soccer had finished, she was sitting there reading a book.
I said, "Denise, I have something to tell you."
She smiled, "Sure, what 's up?"
"Erm, I don 't know how to say it..."
Denise looked at me, concerned, "You ain 't gay or something are you?"
"No, no," I replied quickly.
"Oh okay," said Denise.
"It 's about you, Denise."
"Go on."
"Well, for some years, Denise, I 've had this...fetish...Denise, I 'm sorry I have to say it but you 're gonna hate me for it but...I want you to sit on my face and fart. I have longed for you to do it for years, every time I see you in tight jeans. I just want you to sit on my face."
Denise looked at me, totally shocked and at a loss for words.
"I need to go do the wash," she said, changing the sub ject. "You better go, Paul."
"Okay,"
I left the house, re jected, shocked, and very scared. What had I just asked her to do? Oh my god! I sat in my room, in silence, ready for a backlash for my confessions.
Two hours or so later, the phone rang. It was Denise.
"Hi," I said to her on the phone, as if nothing was odd.
"Paul, come around my house now; we need to talk."
"Alright," I said.
Before long I was back at Denise 's house.
"This fetish of yours, is it just facesitting and farting or are you talking incest?"
"My god, no!" I cried. "Nothing like that. It 's just you used to tease me with farts and I started to like it and it 's all built up. I 'm sorry for telling you, let 's just forget about it."
Denise just looked at me. "I don 't want to forget about it. If you want me to sit on your face and fart that much, I will do it."
I looked at her in shock. "Are you serious?"
"Yes," she said. She was still wearing her skintight cord pants. "Now go and lie on the couch, I am gonna make a drink."
I did as I was told and before long she was back.
"Right, are you ready Paul?"
"Yes."
She approached then she just slowly lowered her bum onto my face.
Oh my god, it 's happening I thought in my head. I relaxed and started to en joy it. My nose was now pressed right into her bum. She just sat on my face and watched TV. I started smelling her ass. It smelled musky but I loved it.
"How is it down there?" Denise asked.
"Good," I murmured.
After 30 minutes, she stood up. "Is it as good as you thought?"
I nodded and begged her to sit back down.
She laughed, "Okay, Paul."
She sat back onto face again.
A few minutes passed.
She laughed loudly, "Big sis has a new gift for you, are you ready?"
I knew what she meant, "Please, Denise, I want it."
So she lifted her ass up slightly and let out a rather loud by squeaky fart. I immediately started to inhale. God, this is what I wanted. I knew it straight away. I inhaled and took in all her fart.
"My god, Paul! I can tell you really en joyed that."
After a few wonderful seconds of lingering, Denise stood up. "I 'm going to get dressed for bed; you don 't move, okay?"
I nodded.
She returned in her little pink night shirt and pale blue knickers, ever so tightly stretched across her ass.
"Okay, I 'm gonna have my hot chocolate. Stay under my bum while I drink it, alright?"
"Yes," I replied, nodding; wanting more of Denise 's farts.
She slowly put her night shirt over my face and her tight knickered bum slowly pressed down into my nose. I smelled and smelled her anus; it smelled wonderful through her knickers.
"Now, Paul, I 'm gonna fart again, are you read?"
"Yes, please," I cried. "Do it, please."
A loud fart came out and flowed right up my nose. I was almost in a panic, trying to inhale it all; it smelled of eggs but god, I wanted it so badly. After she farted, she just sat there on my face which seemed like ages but was probably no more than 15 minutes. She then got up and told me I best be getting home.
When I got home I thought over what had happened. Amazingly, it happened, Denise had farted in my face.
Two or three days went by and Denise never mentioned it again. I felt so cheated until Denise came into my bedroom when she was visiting.
"Hi," she said. "I really hope you en joyed Sunday night."
"Yes, Denise, it was a dream come true."
She laughed, "Okay Paul, come around tonight, 7 sharp."
"I will, no problem."
I arrived at Denise 's house and saw her friend, Tracy, was there. I thought to myself, damn, no fun tonight.
Denise laughed, "You know Tracy, don 't you?"
"Yeah," I replied.
"Well, we are both gonna sit on your face and fart tonight, okay?"
Denise was wearing her skintight jeans and Tracy wear was a very short denim skirt with blank boots and patterned tights.
"Lie down on the couch, Paul."
I did eagerly. Tracey, then, sat full weight on my chest. Denise sat fully on my face. I felt at east with myself, knowing this was what I needed. I kept smelling her bum, it smelled kind of sweaty but I loved it.
"Oh Paul, here comes a gift," she said, laughing.
She did a loud fart which sounded like a duck being strangled. I inhaled deeply and wasted none. She then stood up.
"Okay, Tracey 's turn."
Tracey then took her place on my face. Her skirt was very, very short; I could see her skimpy, pink knickers under her rights. Tracey 's bum almost smelled like she had already farted but I en joyed it.
"Denise, I 'm gonna fart on him."
Tracey lifted her skirt and released a low key fart which didn 't smell that bad but I inhaled it all up.
After an hour, it was Denise 's turn to sit back down on my face, her tight jeaned bum now smothering my face again. It felt so good.
"So, Paul," Denise said, "Is it still what you dreamed of?"
I nodded yes.
"Good, because this is your new life; you 're no longer my brother, you are merely a seat, a human couch for me to far on and smother. By the way, you 're going to move into my house, you 're going to sleep with your nose pressed into my ass, not one of my farts will ever be wasted again."
Denise and Tracey both laughed. My dream had become reality; my life was now to be a seat for my sister and her many friends.