As Kim and Faye heard another toot escape their friend's behemoth ass, they wondered if perhaps they had gone too far by encouraging Jen to come eat with them. Faye thought that maybe she could have one last laugh in the process of telling Jen where you were. Just as Kim opened her mouth to tell Jen flat out where you were, Faye shooshed her and said, "Hey, Jen. How's the burrito so far? Not too spicy?" Jen took her head as she devoured the last scrap of beans, and licked her fingers clean. "Nope! It was a little spicy for me, but definitely still tasty. I can't say it won't be just as spicy coming out the other end though, ha!" Jen laughed at her own joke and bounced on the tiny red stool, ignorantly squishing your face against her puckered anus as she did so.
Kim glanced at Jen's jiggling rump, and couldn't help but realize just how often Jen liked to bounce or wiggle in her seat as part of her natural body language. Kim wanted to hint at your predicament instead of outright telling Jen (because where was the fun in that?) so she asked, "Yeah, about that. Do you think you should check on Tim and see if he's okay? I mean, you say you put his face in the front of your thong, but even so, that only means that the whole time we've been eating here, he's been... uh..." Kim trailed off, staring at Jen's thick muscular thighs, which were mashed together as she sat in the stool. Faye finished Kim's sentence, "What, eating Jen?!" The three girls burst out laughing, though Jen was blushing a bit as she clenched her thighs together in embarrassment, squeezing your waist against her warm vagina as she did so. Jen gasped, "Ew, Faye! That's so perverted. He's not eating me, he's just, like, my thong for the day."
Faye and Kim decided to tease their friend further, as Kim insisted, "Oh, really? Are you sure? How can you tell he's not licking you right now?" Jen rolled her eyes and said, "Because I don't feel him doing that, duh! Remember the time I accidentally bumped him off the bathroom sink and into my bikini bottoms? He was stuck with his face against my pussy for almost an hour. I totally felt him shouting, too, I just didn't think to actually check there for him. And I don't feeling him doing it NOW, so obviously he's not doing anything!" Jen let out another fart, failing to notice as your face was blasted point blank from her gas.
Faye chimed in, "I'm just saying, you're SURE you put his head in the front?" Jen spread her thighs a bit, revealing her scantily clad, shaven pussy, before she scoffed and said, "What does it look like?" Really, it looked like a very, very thin beige-colored thong was wedged between her pussy lips, though really it was your lower body and waist. Jen looked down, finally seeing your legs instead of the back of your head against her crotch, and exclaimed in surprise, "Wait, what the heck? Tim?" Jen reached down and grabbed your waist, pulling it from between her thighs, as she attempted to figure out what was going on. This had the unfortunate side effect of yanking your upper body further between her cheeks. As the clueless girl pulled your legs upwards, your face was suddenly dragged forwards, burying you up to your neck in Jen's puckered, sweaty asshole, before your face caught like an anchor and stopped your movement. A bit of Jen's taut pink sphincter pushed it's way into your mouth for a moment, causing you to let out several shouts of discomfort, though the enormous blonde sitting on top of you was still staring at your lower body in confusion. "What the fuck, are these his legs? I could have sworn I put his face here..."
Your two other flatmates watched with great amusement as Jen pulled your legs aside (once more unwittingly stuffing your face into her butthole) as she began to examine her crotch, as if trying to find clues as to how you got turned around without her noticing. "I can't believe it, how did he get switched like that? I totally put him the other way, when I put him on!" Jen then let go of your legs, and they snapped back between her vaginal lips. The extreme tension forcing your head into Jen's asshole was no longer present, though now her ass had your head gripped in place like a vice, as she sat and thought for a moment, still wondering what had happened to you to get you turned around.
Faye cleared her throat, "Ahem. Don't you think you might wanna get Tim's face out from your butt before you have another, ah, burrito fueled incident?" Jen finally clued in to the buzzing sensation she had been feeling inside of her ass for the last five minutes, as she realized that it had been you shouting for help with your face wedged into her butthole. "Oh my god! You're right!" Jen wiggled forwards on the stool, grinding your face up within her anus, before she leaned to one side. You had finally managed, with a little bit of help from her shifting weight, to rip your head free from Jen's disgusting asshole. Jen, unaware of what you were doing, reached down to try and feel assist you, without being able to see what was happening.
You managed to take a deep breath of air, despite Jen's thick cheeks still being pressed against either side of your face. That's when Jen, unaware that her finger was already right behind you, clumsily drover her finger forwards, hoping to get a feel for the condition you were in. Your head was crushed once more into the center of Jen's puckered asshole by her slender index finger. Jen felt you screaming into her asshole again, but couldn't easily tell what her finger was pressing against. "Hmm..." Jen muttered as she slid her finger up and down her butt crack, attempting to map out the situation entirely by feel. The gigantic blonde smeared your entire upper body into her sweaty buttcrack for a good minute, blind to the torture she was putting you through, before pulled her hand away. Jen explained to the other two, "I can't be sure but I think his head is close to my back door." Jen felt a grumble in her stomache, and continued, "Oops, hold on Tim." Jen squeezed her eyes shut, forcing out another foul blast of air right against your face. Kim plugged her nose and giggled, "Jeez, Jen. Great job... with the poor guy's head right against your backdoor?" Jen exclaimed, "Well, it's not like it's my fault! And I can't tell what's going on down there, can you give me a hand?"
Jen stood up and turned her back to Kim, before spreading her butt apart. Kim wafted a hand in front of her face before glancing deep between her friend's huge, meaty butt cheeks. "Wow, Jen. Nice going. His face is stuck up your ass, you idiot!" Jen blushed, and said, "Well... can you get him out or something?" Kim exclaimed, "Ew, gross! You just farted on him! Get Faye to do it." Faye immediately refused, "No way, don't look at me!" You shouted once more in anger, though you produced nothing more than a vibrating sensation in Jen's ass. Jen sighed in frustration, thinking it was all her friend's fault that you were stuck face-first inside her asshole. "Well shit. I'd go to a changing room and do it myself, but that's all the way on the other side of the park, and I kind of want to let my stomach settle first, before I run all the way back there..."
What does Jen decide to do, for now?
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