Brian entered her old house, the one she had signed over to her friends when she moved in with Jacob, and let out a deep sigh, followed by a house-shaking fart. “Missed that,” Emily laughed as she slapped Brian on the ass, calling forth a smaller lesser-powerful fart, and a yelp of surprise from the owner.
“So Jacob’s okay with you (-BUURP-) staying the night?” Sarah asked as she patted the couch next to her for Brian to come and join her.
“Yeah, he knows I need some quality time with my bitches,” Brian giggled as she curled up next to her former lover. Sarah nuzzled up to Brian’s large K cup breasts, taking in the aroma of stale farts mixed with high-end perfumes that always surrounded Brian and permeated her flesh. She tried her best to inconspicuously take a deep breath of the aroma that wafted from the deep expanse of cleavage between Brian’s breasts. Brian noticed though and smiled while saying nothing, she felt like she was home, and did not want to ruin Sarah’s fun. Brian put her arm around Sarah and pulled her a little closer. “Want to rub my big pot belly? Getting those gasses all riled up for me?”
“If she doesn’t I definitely will,” Emily smiled from the love seat, cuddling with Caitlyn, who was extremely drunk, having drank every drink any man had bought her that evening. And the clown girl had quite a few admirers in the club, not as many as Brian enjoyed, but still quite an impressive number.
Caitlyn began to caress and fondle Emily’s tits, as Emily pulled her in for a long, wet kiss. Brian leaned back; letting her butt do the speaking for her, as the room became a lot more humid, very quickly. Sarah moved her fingers up and down Brian’s belly tracing the curvature with her dancing fingertips. She gently and lovingly massaged Brian’s tummy exciting the farts inside, and prodding them to find their way out. Brian laughed lightly at Sarah’s ministrations made her butt burp with small bubbles of gas. It was only when Sarah leaned onto Brian’s sexy belly that a full force fart was squeezed out, fogging up the nearby windows and knocking a picture on a shelf over.
As the cabbage heavy scent of farts made their way to her sensitive clown nose, Caitlyn broke her kiss with Emily to get a better smell. Taking as much as she could in, the pheromone infused flatulence made her look into Emily’s eyes with lust and desire. “I ever-I ever told you, that I loved you?” Caitlyn slurred as she pressed her clown nose, making it honk, into the side of Emily’s face and alternated between raining kisses on her upper neck and biting on her ears. “I really, really love your tits,” she smiled drunkenly as she grabbed Emily’s left M cup tit. “Honk! Honk!”
“She’s all class,” Brian snickered as she reached down and took off her heels, dropping her almost 7 foot stature to a measly 6 feet 7 inches. “I feel so small,” she said sarcastically to herself.
“Oof (-BUURP-) sweetie,” Sarah said covering her nose, “Your feet stink!”
“Excuse you, burping bitch!” Brian shot back offended. “I’m pretty sure the only think that stinks about me is my farts!” Brian snapped her fingers back and forth as she made the couch vibrate with a fart that stank like she had actually crapped her dress.
“No, excuse you,” Emily smirked, “I know foot stink honey, and my feet STINK, but your feet? Your feet smell, and not in a good way like mine, or even a good way like your farts.”
“Yeah,” Caitlyn chimed in. She leaned forward and almost fell off the couch, only avoiding it because Emily caught her. “You got stinky feet!” she laughed slapping her knee with her big four fingered hands. “You got the stinky feet!” she repeated laughing so hard it made her hard to understand, amused by her own insult.
“Fine,” Brian said turning her nose up in the air, “I’ll just slip my shoes back on then.”
“Thank God,” Sarah whispered, before being practically lifted out of her seat by the fart Brian induced in her. She looked back to a smirking Brian, and smirked herself. “Keep that up and we won’t need you anymore!”
“Oh really?” Brian asked as she leaned forward, “Then whose tig ole bitties will you two fat girls motor boat then?”
“Two? Don’t you mean three?” Emily asked confused. Brian pointed to a snoring Caitlyn and Emily nodded in understanding. “He did write that she had a lot of vodka tonight.”
“So you two dolls gonna help a girl with taking her dress off?” Brian asked with a sensual growl in her voice as she motioned with the pointer fingers on both hands for them to come hither. Brian leaned forward, and took her silver locks in her hands and pulled the back ones over her shoulders, so Sarah could have access to her dress’s zipper. She slowly moved the zipper down, the dress parting down the middle, and letting all the gas trapped between it and Brian’s porcelain, blemish free skin free, to be enjoyed by the three of them. The smell was old and stale, but still exciting, getting their pulses racing, and the vaginas moist with anticipation of seeing Brian’s perfect, gravity defying boobs.
Brian let her dress fall down to her ankles and slowly removed one leg from it. She used the other to pick up the dress and kick it into the corner, leaving her in just her heels and gloves. She grabbed her breasts and lifted them up, before letting them go. They bounced up and down like a teenagers, making the 49-year-old cougar extremely proud of her sexiness. She rubbed her nipples, the spandex material of her gloves tickling them, and farted again, a long smelly gaseous burst that wafted into every crack and corner of the living room, nowhere was safe from the sex filled gas. As her nipples became erect, as big around as a dime and almost an inch long, Brian adopted a puppy dog look and whined, “Don’t you girls want to suck on my tits?”
Sarah and Emily just licked their lip and dove at those inviting breasts. Sarah licked her areola before teasing the left nipple with her tongue, Emily place the whole areola in her mouth and began to suck. Brian for her own part used her teeth to pull off one glove and throw it over to her dress. She then shoved a bare finger up her ass, teasing and playing with her ass hole, and making her snatch drip juices like a leaky faucet. She was stimulating her back door as much as the girls were stimulating her tits, her breath becoming short and ragged when she used her powers to make herself fart on her finger. She pulled it out with a wet pop and could practically see the stink rising off it, along with a slight butt grease clinging to its skin. With a wry smile she wiped her finger under Sarah’s nose, her eyes in turn rolled up into the back of her head as she orgasmed right on the spot from the concentrated pheromones wafting up into her clown nose from the greasy Dirty Sanchez under her nose.
Emily began to alternate kisses between Brian’s breasts before slowly moving to her belly. She left a trail of sweet moist kisses down Brian’s belly leading to her hot and swampy pussy. Brian grabbed the couch and dug her fingers deep into it as Emily began to lick and eat her out. She played Brian’s engorged clit like a classical pianist, as Brian began to buck ever so slightly form the waves of pleasure rocking her body. “(Oh God!) (Oh God!) (Oh God!) (Oh God!) (OH GOD!)” Brian cried out as she began to cum. Her body reacted as it always did in this situation and began to expel all the gas that it had been holding in, a deep resonating fart shaking the couch and hitting Emily full force in the face, sending her into sexual overload as well, making her pass out face first in Brian’s pussy as her pussy gushed.
Brian panted heavily as she recovered from her body rocking orgasm. For a short time her body would rock with the occasional aftershock, but much to her disappointment they eventually died down. She smiled as she looked at Sarah and Emily passed out from the power of her farts. Her smile turned to a smirk as she pushed Emily out of her vagina and over onto Sarah. Emily massive foot flew up and landed on Brian’s tummy, “Oof!” Brian looked to from left to right to make sure everyone was indeed passed out as an idea popped into her head. “Time for round two,” she giggled as she slipped Emily’s shoe off her foot. She brought the huge size 25 foot up and pressed her face into it, inhaling deeply, “*SNIFF* That’s the stuff!” Brian smiled devilishly as her hand moved down her body and came to rest two fingers deep in her snatch. She began to move in and out of herself as she sniffed deeper of Emily’s pungent tootsies. “And now for the best of both,” Brian said pleased with herself as she decided to fart and bask in the glory of Emily’s foot odor and her own flatulence intermingled.
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