By: causticblast
PART 1
Nadja Chamack smiled at her date as she approached the table. Caline Bustier, the redheaded schoolteacher, looked even more dazzling in person. Her polished white outfit served to accentuate her gem-green eyes, which seemed to light up as they found Nadja waiting patiently in the corner of the restaurant.
“Hello there!” Nadja greeted first, courteous as ever.
Caline smiled back. “Pleasure to meet you!” she said as she sat down, before adding, “It’s odd, I’ve seen you plenty of times on the news, but it feels so different to come face-to-face with you in person! I don’t know, there’s just something about it.”
Nadja laughed. “Yes, I get that a lot, believe it or not. But hey, us reporters have lives, too, you know?”
“Yes, yes, of course.” Caline chuckled.
Now that they were both seated, Nadja could admire Caline from up close. Her heart danced for a moment when she noticed she had freckles. Freckles! And those cheekbones, too. Ugh, what a pretty face. She brushed a lock of mulberry-colored hair to the side, trying to maintain a casual demeanor. A few months ago, she might not have been so eager to put herself out there like this, meeting new people and having some fun. But now that this modest yet adorable young woman, exactly her type, was gazing across the table back at her, she couldn’t help but grow a little bolder. Maybe this is the night, she thought to herself. Maybe this is the start of something new and exciting in my life.
“Shall we take a look at the menu?”
Half an hour into the meal, Caline was already beginning to regret ordering such a heavy, starchy dish. Nadja had vouched for the pasta at this restaurant, and she had to agree: it was done wonderfully. The sauce was rich and exquisite, every forkful a delightful sensation in her mouth. But once her digestive tract had begun to work through some of the stuff sitting in her gut, it was impossible to ignore the soft yet consistent churning in her stomach.
Their conversation was a pleasant distraction from the gastric disturbances. Nadja had apparently had lots of fascinating escapades in her career as a journalist, determined to get the insider scoop on various bizarre happenings in and around their city. Caline almost felt self-conscious about the relative lack of intrigue in her own personal life, but she waved it off. Nadja had such a humble, effervescent personality that seemed to melt away her insecurities. Already, they were chatting and laughing like they had known each other for ages. All in all, this was an excellent first date.
Suddenly, a particularly dense pocket of gas swelled up inside Caline, causing her to wince ever so slightly. She could tell that this bubbly sensation within her was not going to stop on its own, not any time soon. The brief, momentary hesitation spread across her face, and as she locked eyes with her date, she could sense the question before Nadja even asked it.
“Is everything alright?”
Those bright auburn news-reporter eyes had a warm yet intense air to them, dissecting her facial expressions for clues. Caline couldn’t quite figure out what to tell her, and the topsy-turvy somersaults her stomach was doing was definitely not helping. Dammit, Caline, and this was such a lovely evening, too…!
“Oh? Yes, everything is fine. Just…I just had a weird, uh, cramp or something in my stomach. I’ll be alright, thank you.”
Nadja set down her cutlery and reached for her bag. “If you need an antacid, I’m sure I’ve got some in here. I carry all sorts of things in my purse, in case of emergencies, and whatnot…”
“No, no, it’s fine,” Caline repeated. “Just a quick little spasm. It’ll pass.” Even as she said that, however, she felt yet another wave of pressure surging through her, this time moving further downwards in her gut. A faint tingling at her rectum confirmed exactly what she had suspected: this meal was quickly generating a hefty load of gas.
Nadja stopped rifling through her belongings. “…Alright. If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.” Caline shifted a little in her seat, trying to hold back a sudden wave of farts surging through her system. An antacid isn’t going to relieve this kind of pressure…There’s only one thing that will…
“I wouldn’t blame you for having a reaction to this stuff, anyways. These entrees are quite, shall I say, indulgent?”
Unbeknownst to the red-haired Caline still squirming in her chair to avoid an inadvertent release from her butt, Nadja herself was experiencing her own internal struggles. In fact, being a quick eater, Nadja had been feeling a powerful swelling that pounded against her rear exit with great force. This had been going on for at least fifteen minutes, and with each passing moment, she could feel the pressure growing stronger and stronger.
Nadja was no stranger to holding back a storm of farts, and the relevant muscles around her sphincter were well-trained in this regard. She always knew she had a healthy gut – which is really just a polite way of saying she was a very gassy woman in her day-to-day life. But this was a well-guarded secret, despite her very public presence as a news reporter, specifically because she’d had plenty of practice in suppressing her farts. After all, she couldn’t exactly let loose with a violent, cheek-sputtering blast in the middle of a broadcast, now could she? No, she had to hold it all in, often until she got back into her car to get home. Then, on that long drive back, she’d smother her poor seat in a full workday’s worth of farts, suffocating every inch of her car’s interior with her ample gas. She wouldn’t dare open the window, lest a passerby hear the long, crude trumpeting noises spewing from her curvy buttocks. Even if they could see her drive by and recognize her from TV, they would never know just how much foul, raunchy gas came out of her on a daily basis.
But right now, until she could get that kind of privacy, she would have to hold it all in. And as a veritable tempest of farts swirled within her intestines, battering her backdoor with all its might, Nadja knew she could only hold on for so much longer. The gurgling in her gut was nearly audible now, and it showed no signs of slowing down.
When Caline leaned over in her seat again, grimacing, Nadja’s suspicions were raised, and an idea popped into her mind.
“Caline?”
“…Yes?”
“If you’ll allow me to take a stab in the dark here…”
“…What do you mean?”
“What I mean is, I’d like to guess at your predicament right now. I’d wager that you’re feeling a little rumbling in your guts, aren’t you? The kind that tells you that you’ve got an uncomfortable amount of gas building inside?”
Caline was caught off-guard. “I…Yes, yes that’s exactly right…”
Nadja smiled. “Oh, good. So I’m not the only one.”
Caline raised an eyebrow. “Are you feeling it too?”
“If by ‘it’ you mean a considerable bloating and a desperate desire to relieve some pressure, then yes. Ugh, this place has the most delicious food, but I always forget that I end up paying the price later on…” Nadja winked. “Or, rather, whatever seat cushion I happen to be sitting on will be paying the price, I should say.”
Caline seemed surprised by how nonchalant she was about her farts and gut troubles. “Ugh, quite an awkward situation we’re in, isn’t it?” She tried to laugh it off, but by now the swelling in her abdomen made it difficult to do even that.
“It is. So let me propose a solution.” Nadja leaned in closer, as if to share a secret over the table. “On the count of three, we both let off a little steam.”
“Huh?”
“Oh, come on.” Nadja waved a hand in front of her. “We’re both only hurting ourselves, all to avoid embarrassing ourselves in front of each other. Seems like the reasonable thing to do is break the barrier, so to speak, and turn a blind eye to each other’s gas. Or would you rather continue holding it in?”
Caline hesitated. “Well, I…”
Nadja leaned further forward, pulling her butt off of the surface of the chair and leaving ample room for her impending release. “On three,” she repeated. “Count with me.”
Caline sighed. “I suppose this is the best solution for us.” She crossed her legs and leaned over to one side, feeling the toxic whirlwind ready to come out. “One…”
“Two…”
“Three!”
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Both women kept things modest as relatively small gusts of foul wind blew out of their curvy mom-bod buttocks. Though neither was a complete silent-but-deadly, the sputtering noises were quiet enough that no one else in the restaurant could hear them release their noxious gases.
“Ahhhhh…” Nadja sighed, signaling just how good it felt to finally get some relief.
Caline followed suit, still not quite sure what to make of the situation, trying to follow Nadja’s lead. “Mmmmm…”
“Wasn’t that nice?”
“Yes, it–” Caline choked on her words as their combined stench suddenly reached her nostrils. “Agh…that’s potent!”
Nadja chuckled. “Shhh…we don’t want to draw attention to it, do we? Especially as we’ve both got a lot more to give…”
Caline seemed surprised by this. “You think we should keep going?” she asked, delicately waving a hand in front of her nose.
“Oh, don’t tell me your body isn’t begging you to fart a few dozen more times.” Nadja scoffed. “Mine certainly is.”
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One of Nadja’s eyes slowly eased shut as she casually blasted another fart, this one even longer. “Oh, wow…The smell from that one is going to hit like a truck in just a moment.”
And indeed it did: Caline had to suppress a cough as the thick, cheesy gas began to spread out around their table and fill her nostrils with its raunchy stench. The rich aroma of their delicious meals was now completely gone, knocked out in an instant as Nadja’s curvy butt unleashed her own not-so-subtle odor into the airspace.
Nadja, growing bolder, leaned to the side this time and pushed out two more farts to relieve the agitated storm still brewing madly within her guts. She reached down with one hand, pulling her meaty cheeks apart and feeling her round buttocks ripple from the reverberating force of her nauseating gas expulsions.
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“…Oops, that might have been a bit too loud.” Nadja snickered, not sounding particularly concerned. In those two blasts, her chair was thoroughly bathed in her reeking stench, and she couldn’t help but notice that as she sat back down, her butt felt extremely warm.
Caline looked around. “It doesn’t look like anyone’s noticed…”
“Then what are you waiting for, Caline?” Nadja grabbed her hand and squeezed it firmly, giving her a little encouragement. “Don’t let me have all the fun.”
Seeing that Nadja was effortlessly able to get away with even a loud, rumbling fart, whose bassy undertones lay undetected under the general noise of the restaurant, Caline leaned over again and slowly pushed out her own noxious stench to rival Nadja’s.
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“Ahhhh…Hooh, that was good…”
“It sure sounded like it!” Nadja stifled a giggle. “Caline, sweetheart, that was quite a fart. Nice and long, with a lot of heft to it.”
Caline gave her a shy smirk. “Thanks, Nadja.” She’d never been complimented on her farts before. Scratch that, Nadja had never even called her “sweetheart” before. Her face felt flushed.
“Let’s see if I can beat it.”
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From Nadja’s soft, round butt came another fart that reverberated her whole seat, sending vibrations along the floor strong enough that Caline could feel it in her feet. For Caline, there was something deeply impressive and alluring about holding eye contact with a woman so casually dropping raunchy stink bombs like they were nothing. It was…attractive? She wasn’t sure what these feelings were, swirling within her alongside the barrage of farts in her guts, but whatever it was, she was enjoying the experience. She watched as Nadja unleashed another deep, bassy fart into her poor seat, and as she did so, she willingly sucked down more of the nose-tingling stench. She didn’t know why. She just knew that she felt oddly drawn to Nadja’s gassy emissions, and there was nothing stopping her from taking deep sniffs.
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Feeling the pounding against her own rear exit again, Caline closed both her eyes and savored the sensation of a few more farts blowing out of her thick, juicy rear, hot and strong and carrying an overwhelming amount of stink. She wanted to return the favor for Nadja, giving her more than enough of her cheek-flapping, gut-wrenching odors.
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When she opened her eyes again, Nadja was gazing at her expectantly. “Isn’t this fun? Look at us, two naughty little sneaks, ripping nasty farts on a first date.”
“There really is something enticing about it,” Caline admitted. “And intimate…”
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Nadja winked at her after pumping out another several seconds’ worth of gas through her curvaceous rear. “It’s our own little secret, isn’t it? Just the two of us, two gassy ladies having a nice dinner…”
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Caline gave a deep sigh from her chest, now feeling a sensual sort of rhythm to her farts as they vibrated her superheated buttocks. “Ohh, I could really do this all evening…”
“So could I.” Nadja giggled. “I wonder how far we can get before we get kicked out of the restaurant.”
“The smell really is intense, isn’t it? Especially between the two of us, it’s a real stinkfest in here.” Caline smiled as she tenderly rubbed her stomach, feeling her still-rumbling digestive tract working to build up even more gas. “And my tank is nowhere near empty. Far from it, in fact. If we really want to keep going until we’re empty, we’ll be here long after they close this place up for the night.”
That gave Nadja an idea. “Listen, I think we need some privacy. What do you say we come back to my place and finish off this lovely evening with a ‘bang’, if you get what I’m saying?”
Caline could scarcely believe what she was hearing. “So, you mean, you want me to come with you…and have a little gassy fun to ourselves?”
“We need a little privacy, don’t you think?” Nadja was already packing her things. “What do you say?”
A huge grin split across Caline’s face. “I say that sounds wonderful…”
PART 2
Upon arriving at Nadja’s house, the two ladies were still filled to the brim with dense, raunchy farts, as they had mutually agreed to hold it in just a little longer. They really wanted to savor as much of their gassiness as possible, saving the brunt of it for their imminent “alone time.” That swollen, tight sensation swirling throughout their stomachs and pressing against the inner walls of their intestines was a delightfully naughty feeling, and it took considerable restraint not to drop some thick bombs on the way.
Of course, that didn’t stop their big, shapely rears from letting a few farts “slip out” here and there. The simple up-and-down motion of every step as they walked along the streets was enough to jostle their gurgling insides, stirring up the gas within. And when a boiling pot is stirred even a little too much, well…
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“Ohh-hhohh, I just can’t help it,” Caline muttered as a rumbling bout of gas slipped through her tightly clenched cheeks.
“It’s alright, Caline…I know what you’re going through. If you’re anything like me right now, then you must be full to bursting.” Nadja smiled and winked, then biting her lip as she effortlessly released a raunchy fart of her own.
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She didn’t even slow down her walking pace, as her guts were now so tightly packed with rich, starchy gas that all she needed to do was to loosen some of the force keeping her sphincter squeezed shut. The fart practically spilled out of her, and she was silently pleased with herself at the bubbling sensation caught between her shifting buttocks. Nadja’s smile grew even wider, and she turned to her date to find a faintly blushing Caline. Or maybe that was just from her straining to contain her own bombastic farts? In either case, Nadja teased her even further with a conspicuous hand slowly wafting the smell and heat of her most recent gassy outburst towards Caline. It didn’t take long for the effects of such a potent fart to show on Caline’s face.
“Ohh…” Caline shuddered with delight, feeling a shock of unusual pleasure run up her spine. “Why does it smell so bad, but so good? It…doesn’t make sense…”
Nadja chuckled. “I know what you mean. The way it tingles at the nose, there’s just something about it. You want to breathe in more, even if your brain tells you that you really shouldn’t.” A hand drifted towards her taut belly, half-unconsciously rubbing it. “I don’t know, Caline, I don’t think it necessarily has to make sense. Does it smell good? Does it smell bad? …Does it really matter either way?”
“It stinks, but in a good way,” Caline offered.
“Ahah! Yes, that’s a good way to put it.”
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Another series of farty bubbles rumbled out from Nadja’s shapely buttocks, swishing side to side as she continued walking. A hefty fog of rich, carb-heavy stench began to trail her, and she waved a delicate hand behind her butt, cooing softly at the warm sensation at the seat of her pants.
Caline playfully waved her hand in front of her face. “I thought you said we should hold it all in until we get to your place,” she said through the warm, reeking fog slowly dissipating around them, grateful that the night air was fairly still.
“Hey, I’m doing my best!” Nadja suddenly stopped and bent slightly at the waist, pointing her curvy rear at her date. “Why, does this bother you?”
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With barely any effort expended, Nadja let loose a torrent of hot gas, surging out of her colon and rattling her cheeks at full force. Just like before, she savored the sudden relief and joy as the post-digestive winds escaped her, ever so slightly diminishing the pressure still fighting fiercely within her insides. She didn’t have to take another breath to know that the smell was nice and dense, more than the “little” bursts she had been slipping out on their walk thus far.
Caline took a step back and coughed, clearly caught a bit off guard by the sudden voluminous expulsion from her gassy companion. The rush of cheesy stink pervading her nose and mouth led her to feel a tingle run down her spine again, the same sensual feeling that she first experienced back at the restaurant. She took another deep breath before speaking, giving Nadja some time to chortle to herself at the sheer scale of her most recent fart. Her mouth felt a bit dry as she started.
“Bother me? Of course not. If anything, it’s getting me ‘hot and bothered’…And I really wish you’d wait until we’re in private, so that I can get a little bit more intimate with my, uh, appreciation for it.”
Nadja gave her a devious smirk. “Oh, come on. Like I already said, I have sooo much to spare…” she trailed off before resuming their walk. Caline sighed, trying to cool herself down from the inexplicable arousal that just kept bubbling up inside her every time she took mental note of the magenta-haired reporter’s wonderfully foul farts. To her dismay, the only other sensation she could turn her attention to was the ever-expanding gas bubble frothing away inside her own stomach, slowly drifting downward into her colon and begging her for sweet release. It felt monstrous, insidiously growling away, telling her in no uncertain terms that she wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer.
How can gas feel so…heavy? It’s so dense, it practically feels solid, pressing against every inch of the inside of my guts. Ugh, I can’t wait to let loose all these farts, it’s going to feel incredible…
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Caline’s thoughts were interrupted by yet another gust of cheesy wind, courtesy of Nadja’s curvy, juicy bottom.
“Come on, sweetie, let’s pick up the pace.”
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Despite the delectably sexy sensation in their guts that continued to whittle down their resolve, they managed to arrive back at Nadja’s house with a full tank of gas each.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” Nadja said, spreading her arms. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to skip the part where I give you the tour, and instead take you right up to the bedroom.” She rubbed her stomach and gave Caline a wink. “This stink bomb is about to blow, and I really don’t want to waste any more time.”
Caline brought her hand to her own sloshing belly, mirroring her date’s concerns. “Lead the way, then, and make it quick!”
Nadja bounded up the steps, her heartbeat pounding faster and faster in her chest. She’d had many gassy fantasies in the past, and indulging herself with a gutful of stench was always bound to turn up the heat in her fart-kinky mind. But this was different, something new. She was going to get the chance to have shameless, steamy, gassy fun with another woman? Not just any woman, either — someone as gorgeous as Caline? Ough, her loins were practically on fire already, scorching her with intense sexual hunger.
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A small bubbly fart slipped through her straining buttocks as she ascended the stairs, owing to her drifting thoughts and loss of focus for a moment. It was a real testament to the sheer volume of gas swirling around inside her right now – the fact that the instant she stopped paying attention to keeping her rim as tight as possible, a fart made its way past her defenses. If not for her ample practice in holding in her voluminous farts throughout her career in front of the camera, she would be a walking windbag at this point, leaking farts constantly. In fact, even now, Nadja might not have noticed that she’d let it escape her gassy guts if not for Caline’s reaction.
“Mmgh, Nadja, you must be absolutely brimming with stink! It’s just spilling out of you and your juicy rear!”
“Hm?” Nadja stopped for a second, letting the small yet potent puff of gas swirl around her butt — which was now right in front of Caline’s face. She was quick to pick up on what had just happened, and turned to look down at her on the step below. Her cheeks still faintly flushed from her racing erotic mind, she smirked and grabbed the railing on either side of the stairs. Bending at the waist, she swung her big round ass backward, pushing into Caline’s head and slyly winking. “Oh, whoops! Hope it’s not too bad back there!”
“You’re such a tease, Nadja,” Caline retorted. “Now keep it moving, I’m ready to burst!”
The two of them shared a quick laugh before making it to the bedroom on the second floor. In one smooth move, Nadja swung the door open, ushered in Caline, gave her plump jiggling buttocks a cheeky smack (eliciting a surprised yet pleased yelp from the redhead), and shut the door behind them both. With a quick glance, she made sure that her windows were likewise closed. She turned her attention back to her date, who was already bent over with her hands on the bed, her curvy ass straining against the white fabric of her pants. Wasting no time, and feeling far overdue for some much-needed relief, Caline’s eyelids fluttered as she loosened her sphincter’s tight grip and a sputtering fart exploded through her cheeks.
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“Ohh, that’s good…” Caline groaned, relieved to finally be able to let loose.
Nadja folded her arms, unimpressed. “Oh, come on, Caline. I watched you rip much bigger ones back at the restaurant. I know you can do better than that.”
Caline rolled her eyes with a sheepish smile. Instead of responding with words, she decided to respond with some more hot air.
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“Ooh!”
“Can’t let you have all the fun.”
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Midway through the torrent of noxious, rich, dense gas that was rocketing out of Caline, Nadja turned around and pressed her own bubbly butt against Caline’s. The pressure in her gut was just too much to handle, and Nadja was in no mood to take turns. She quietly savored the tingling feeling as Caline’s continuous fart stream heated up both their pants at once, and took a breath in through her nose to enjoy the heavy smell of old dairy and thick starch, twisted into a beautifully nasty stink inside Caline’s diligent intestines. She felt the light squishing sensation at their hips one more time before unleashing her own foul winds, adding to the sputtering sounds of Caline’s gas with her own furious chainsaw-like ripper.
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The two continued to deflate their gas-filled insides as they pushed their shapely rears into each other, stopping only to moan in delight and savor the reeking stench rapidly building up in the enclosed space. The area between their rumbling asses quickly became as hot as a midsummer swamp, and just as humid. It was a devastating epicenter of horrendous stench, the eye of a storm that owed its existence purely to two women desperate to relieve the pressure in their gassy guts.
Nadja threw her head back as she unloaded another hefty fart that raged on and on, defiling the air with rotten cheese and garlic; the pleasure of feeling a wretched beast spill out of her bowels while also inhaling all of Caline’s sexy poison gas was unspeakably arousing, twisting her legs into a knot. Her mouth kept watering, and her knees felt like they were going to give out under her. All she could do was try to keep up with the redhead’s ceaseless farting, which wasn’t easy.
Perhaps it was just because she had done a better job of keeping her thick farts bottled up on the way here, but Caline seemed to have much longer farts as she blasted away freely. There were virtually no breaks in between her colossal expulsions, bubbling and rumbling directly into Nadja’s own ass at point blank range. Bursts of heat curled down and reached Nadja’s already aching sex, providing her with tantalizing stimulation that was driving her crazy. Her breathing grew even heavier and quicker, hungry for a closer look and taste of Caline’s divine farts.
Meanwhile, Caline herself seemed to be entirely unaware of Nadja’s mounting sexual desperation, as she was still mainly preoccupied with unloading what felt like thousands of liters of hot, heavy, thick, suffocating gas. There was a vague sense of allure when Nadja pressed herself behind her, and a fleeting thought entertained the idea of farting on her face rather than her butt. It was a thought she couldn’t quite hold onto, though, as the sensation of her next fart flowing straight out of her ass immediately washed it away from her mind.
Nadja could actually taste the stink in the air now, her mouth an unwilling yet grateful victim to the dense smog of their overenthusiastic gassing. How long had it been, ten minutes? Less than that, even? And already, the pungent, unmistakable odor of heartily digested carbonara and garlic was hanging thick in the room air. Her mouth and her pussy were in competition to find which could get dripping wet first, and it was close — with so much stink blasting from Caline’s rear, Nadja was on the verge of making puddles.
“Oh, I just can’t take it anymore!” Nadja exclaimed, swiftly turning around. Before Caline could react, she collapsed onto her knees and wrapped her arms around Caline’s legs. Her face sank into the tight white pant fabric, folding right in between her two sexy buttocks and finding the source of all that scrumptious fart gas.
“Mmfhh…”
“Nadja!?”
Calinr could hear — and feel — her taking a long, deep breath in through her nose before she came up for air. “Sorry for being so direct, Caline, but your raunchy farts are divine. Don’t let me stop you… just keep relieving your pent-up pressure, sweetie, please, mmgh…”
Barely able to finish her sentence before succumbing to her hunger, Nadja sank right back into the gassy ass of her date, the focus of her infatuation. When Caline seemed hesitant, she reached up with one hand, feeling her way to her abdomen. She wanted it. She needed it. And she could feel it gurgling away, swirling into a thunderstorm ready to deposit its hefty, starchy goodness into her lungs.
“Nadja, this is… quite bold…”
The reporter at her ass merely groaned in response. With her hand against Caline’s swollen, burdened stomach, she could tell right away that all she had to do was press down gently and the toxic storm of stinging stench would continue rushing out with its alluring bubbly sounds. And so she did.
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Though relatively short, the point blank delivery meant it felt like plenty enough to fill Nadja’s hungry breaths. She drank it all down to the last dribbling wisps that flew out in wayward directions, and swallowed back a load of drool in the process.
With another push against her navel, Caline’s asscheeks separated again, preparing to reverberate against Nadja’s face with a nice big rumbling stinker. Caline reached out and righted herself with a hand on the mattress, feeling a surprising amount of force pushing through her violently gassy ass with a shamelessly loud bassy drone.
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Its sheer length caught them both off guard. Nadja coughed up a bit of those fumes, tasting the aftereffects of well-digested pasta with a heavy handful of garlic as it filled her nostrils and taste buds alike. Caline, meanwhile, felt her eyes roll back into her head at the sudden relief in her lower stomach. It truly felt incredible, and sure, a little naughty.
“Y-you’re deflating me…”
“Are you complaining?”
“N-no…”
“Then what’s the issue?” Nadja brought her hand down an inch, pressing gently with her fingers against a particularly weighty mass, tense against Caline’s stomach. Jackpot.
“I’m just in disbelief how horny you are…” Caline suddenly lurched over at Nadja’s touch, unleashing another fart that packed a big punch. It flew out with violent force and plenty of volume, catching both women by surprise.
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“Ooh…or how gassy I am…” Caline giggled sheepishly.
“Trust me, I never do this on the first date,” Nadja laughed along, making efforts to make her date more comfortable.
“And I don’t often fart this much! That pasta has done a number on me, really. Ugh, it’s a shame we didn’t order any wine. Drinking brings out the absolute worst in the smell and power of my farts, let me tell you…”
Nadja pulled herself off of Caline’s reeking ass again. “Oh yeah?”
“Oh, like you wouldn’t believe,” Caline said, gently rubbing her hands along the great expanse of her thinly-covered butt. “Something about alcohol turns this thing into a fart machine.”
Nadja could only stand in hot-faced silence at that revelation, her mind spinning while her nostrils continued to fester in the leftover gas still swishing around them in the poorly-ventilated bedroom. Caline was already proving to be an incredibly gassy lady, her ass spewing violent farts that gave Nadja’s own self-indulgent hotboxing sessions a run for her money. It was truly hard to believe it could get any worse.
Nonetheless, each heavy breath of that delicious fart gas still idly wafting through the room fanned the fire under Nadja, warming her face with the unmistakable feeling of sexual desire. Her thoughts ran amok with fantasies, fantasies that she’d long dreamt of carrying out with another gassy woman. Caline’s butt was beckoning to her, promising to show her a real good time. Would a little bit of drinking make her gas bubblier? More potent? Louder and prouder? Would it weaken her inhibitions, letting her raise absolute hell with those ferocious farts?
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“Oop!” Caline playfully waved a hand around the seat of her pants, fingers weaving through a low-hanging cloud of reeking warmth. “Okay, I guess I should say ‘more of a fart machine than usual.’ Ooh, I swear they’re getting even smellier…” She giggled. “Or maybe that’s just because you’re not sniffing them up close anymore?”
But Nadja, thinking fast, began to cough exaggeratedly instead. “Ugh, no offense, Caline, but I…I’m going to need to step out for a minute. Just…stay here, please, I’ll be right back,” she said, one hand over her nose.
Caline’s face fell. “Oh…”
Rushing out of the room, Nadja did feel a slight twinge of guilt at pretending to be overwhelmed by her gas. The reality was that she was absolutely in love with every bit of that nasty, carb-rich, sensual bombardment of ripe juicy farts exploding through Caline’s tight cheeks. Even without the powerful smell hanging heavy in the air, Nadja could barely keep her breathing steady, her loins aching with kinky desire. But she needed an excuse to leave for a moment, and as she headed back down the stairs, she was already planning her next move.
Meanwhile, Caline could feel her heart pounding in her blushing cheeks, face burning hotter than ever. Did she take things too far? Was she too gassy, even for someone like Nadja? She knew her farts could be too much sometimes, but she really had felt like she and Nadja had something good going.
I should have held back a little, she thought. Of course. It’s only the first date. Caline, your ass is a potent force of nature, you know that, you’ve known that forever… you can’t expect someone to easily handle all that menacing gas, especially not at close range like that!
Caline walked over to the window and opened it, hoping to clear some of the room’s ambient stink before her companion returned. Maybe this will help, she thought, fanning the warm air towards the window. I really lost control there…
As she sat pensively, however, Nadja swung the door open, looking like the precise opposite of what Caline was expecting. A devious smirk greeted her, as did the sight of her exposed curves in nothing but a purple bra and matching panties. Nadja’s mulberry hair and bright eyes complemented the lilac shade of her underwear well, and though they were of plain design, they were still plenty fun to look at.
A corked bottle in one hand and a pair of glasses in the other, Nadja took only a few steps before she realized what had happened.
“You’re airing out the room? Oh, now why would you do that?”
Caline stammered, her brain frozen from the sight of Nadja’s body on display like never before, undressed to impress. “I…I thought it was too much…too much for you, I mean… too much for you to handle…”
“I appreciate the concern, but don’t worry about me, Caline. Really.” Nadja extended her hand, proffering a thin-necked glass to her date. “I just needed a quick break, that’s all. Care to join me for a drink?”
A drink…? Thinking back to what she’d just said about alcohol and it’s effects on her own windy constitution, Caline caught onto Nadja’s scheming. A…pleasant surprise, she thought, though I suppose this does make more sense.
“You’re trying to turn on my ‘fart machine,’ huh?” she said, closing the window.
“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re referring to.”
“Uh-huh.” Caline walked over to the small nightstand by the bed with a big grin barely suppressed. “Well, I can’t say you weren’t warned.”
She reached for the thin glasses in Nadja’s hand and held them up to let her pour. When Nadja uncorked the bottle, she noticed something particularly exciting.
“Oh, I thought it was wine! This is actually…”
“Sparkling wine,” Nadja confirmed with a nod as she poured the fizzing golden liquid. “With lots and lots of bubbles.”
“As if I needed any more inside me,” Caline said with a chuckle. “You could probably feel the same amount of fizz by holding a hand to my abdomen.”
Nadja laughed. She set the bottle down on a small table by the bed and lifted her glass. “To a lovely evening, with a stimulating finish.”
Caline raised hers in kind, having a short, cute giggle at the absurd juxtaposition of toasting in the middle of a stinky fart-fest. “And to the spirit of experimentation! This has been such delightful fun already…I can’t wait to see what else is in store for us tonight.”
Nadja drained her drink in one fell swoop. Two rows of perfect, national-TV-presenting teeth bared themselves in an eager smile. “Caline, you’re already in my bedroom and I’m already in my underwear.” She swiveled her curvy hips around, aiming them to take a seat on Caline’s lap while she poured herself a second round. “Waiting is the last thing I want us to be doing.”
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And with that, Nadja leaned forward with a sputtering fart that blew several seconds of warm, intoxicating gas directly onto Caline’s legs. The raunchy smell of old dairy spilled all over her thighs, roiling into her airways with renewed vigor, supplanting the stale background odor that had still been ambiently hanging in the room air. The sound of her rumbling buttocks was slightly muffled as Nadja’s weight pressed down against Caline’s lap, but in exchange for the muted volume, Caline got to fully experience the bassy vibrations around her legs and hips. Her breath grew heavy as her arousal kicked back up a notch.
“Ooohh, I can already feel it working. Swishing and swirling away in my guts, with all that gas just bubbling away, making a nice frothy mixture…” Nadja looked over her shoulder as she gently rocked her hips in a sensual lapdance, slow and steady, more than enough to agitate the dense cloud of fresh fart stink that hung low around the two newly bonded lovers. She was an exceptional tease, and Caline could feel her heart pounding in her chest, while her cheeks grew warm and seemed to pulse in rhythm.
Caline finished her drink as well, feeling the carbonation ride down deeper into her core and fueling a second wave of rambunctious gas, on top of the already powerful storm of farts brewing away. That sensation was of course paired with the shockwave of heat that was spewing out again from Nadja’s wonderfully soft, curvy buttocks on her lap. Her nostrils tingled with perverse delight.
After a few more drinks, the two gassy women found the last of their inhibitions melting away, while at the same time, the monster flatulence growling in their stomachs was reaching new heights. They were hardly even holding back any longer: the steamy stench practically spilled out from their luscious asscheeks at a steady pace, puttering away like an idle car, quite shamelessly filling the room with their own personal perfume.
Caline giggled at the curious and oddly delightful sensation of being turned into a crude, leaky gas tank for highly potent flatulence. She could feel herself losing control, yielding to the pressure inside her that was ceaselessly begging to be released.
As if sensing her tightening stomach, Nadja turned to give Caline a look over her shoulder. Her gaze was practically dripping with seduction, her eyes half-lidded and the corner of her mouth upturned just enough to make Caline’s heart pick up the pace.
“You’re not going to leave all the gassing to me, are you?” Nadja said, teasing. “This room still feels a little too fresh for my taste, and I’m going to need your help if we’re going to turn this place into a stinking hotbox.”
“I’d love to,” Caline retorted. “But I also don’t want you to stop farting all over my lap.”
“Who says I have to stop?”
“Well, you’re going to need to get off me if you want me to start farting for real,” Caline said, tenderly rubbing Nadja’s shoulder as she spoke. “You’re pushing me down so my butt doesn’t have enough, ah, ‘breathing room,’ shall we say?”
Nadja chortled. “Fine. You know, actually, that’s perfect. I was just about to ask you to get up…”
“Yeah?”
“So I could get my face up in there.”
Caline rubbed her stomach, giggling. The alcohol was running through her in more ways than one, and she could feel herself getting bolder. Once Nadja lifted her weight off of Caline, she immediately got up as well and turned to present her ass, each round cheek threatening to burst out of her white pants. Bending over with her hands on the nightstand, Caline was dimly aware that this wouldn’t be happening under different circumstances. But the bubbly sensation in her gut, the gassy fun they’d shared already, and the champagne in her system, altogether told her that yes, right now, this was exactly what she wanted. She wanted Nadja to sniff her bombastic, barely-controlled farts directly from the source.
Still giggling from her tipsy state, Caline turned towards Nadja and curled her finger, beckoning for her to come closer. She couldn’t quite form the words in the right order to say something sexy, but she got the feeling that she didn’t really need to.
A soft, quiet gasp fluttered off her lips as she felt Nadja eagerly rub both hands around the curvature of her ass. She escalated into a long, silent moan as she felt her cheeks gently part to let Nadja’s face in between, putting just a little bit of strain on the muscles around her sphincter. That small amount of pressure against her sensitive skin was enough to loosen a silent hissing fart that unconsciously slipped out of Caline. Upon feeling the warmth hit her face, Nadja immediately began sniffing it up, not letting a single wisp of it go to waste.
“You seem quite enthusiastic back there,” Caline said, biting her lip. “Mmf, get ready…”
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“Mm! Mmhhh…”
Nadja felt Caline’s volatile hole pucker and push against her before the inevitable release. And when it did, it hit her with an immensely thick cloud that engulfed her senses, filling her with a stinging warmth that reeked of garlic. The air on her tongue became noticeably thick, and she couldn’t help but moan into Caline’s generously gassy ass in return. Though with her jaw thoroughly wedged between Caline’s ample cheeks, it came out more as a mumble than a moan.
“Oh, Nadja…You know better than to talk with your mouth full, don’t you?” Caline giggled like a little girl at her own little joke. With Nadja still sniffing hard against her ass, Caline laughed a little too hard and briefly lost control over her bloated gas, and a volley of numerous lengthy farts blew through her tight, thin pants.
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Though that was enough to shake Caline’s entire body with the sheer force of her voluminous gas, Nadja seemed unfazed, and in fact was huffing up the starchy fumes with renewed vigor. One of her hands drifted between her thighs as she took deep hungry breaths full of Caline’s personal stench. Nadja could scarcely believe that so much sexy, steamy gas was blasting out of this gorgeous woman’s rear end with such power and consistency. This was everything she’d ever dreamed of, and nothing could have ever prepared her for the incredible thrills that this experience was bringing.
Finally coming up for air, Nadja heaved a huge sigh, her mind clearing up some of the self-imposed fog that hung heavy over her thoughts, which had already been slowed by the wine from earlier. “Ufff, Caline, you are absolutely amazing.”
Caline shook her hips around, turning to greet the heavily-breathing Nadja with an inviting smile. “You’re not done, are you? Because that was barely anything yet, you just wait…”
Nadja chuckled. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’d love to wear that thing like a mask all night,” she said, giving Caline a playful smack on one of her cheeks. “But I’d be remiss not to give you a turn.”
Caline’s heart skipped a beat at Nadja’s invitation. Turning, she was met face-to-face with Nadja’s own impressive buttocks, practically bulging out of her tight pants. Traces of her earlier gassing still hovered around Caline’s nostrils, and her mind traced back to images of Nadja flirting at the restaurant…between forkfuls of that thick, heavy pasta. All that creamy sauce, rich and flavorful as it was, had shown its true potential as formidable fart fuel already; Caline didn’t have to do much to imagine Nadja’s guts mired down with a dense payload of lung-wrecking stench. Wordlessly Caline pushed her head forward to take her place, moving into Nadja’s ass like a coin into a slot.
“Mmm, Caline, if you want a more ‘intimate’ experience,” Nadja was saying, “you can pull my pants down off of me…”
Without missing a beat, Caline’s fingers climbed up to Nadja’s beltline, hooking along the ridge of her pants. Giggling at her clear enthusiasm, Nadja moved her own hands down to do her new lover the courtesy of unbuttoning them from the front. As soon as she heard the noise of the button unlatching, she could feel Caline pulling down on her pants with a greedy energy, practically tearing the fabric off of her body so that she could get an even better faceful of Nadja’s luscious farts.
“Deep breaths, Caline,” Nadja instructed. “This is going to be amazing…”
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The sheer magnitude of the final blast in Nadja’s sudden bombardment of panty-clad farts caused Caline to fall backwards, leaving her coughing and choking.
“Ooh, Caline!” Nadja, suddenly concerned that she might have overdone it, turned to lean over her. “Are you alright?”
In the midst of her coughing fit, Caline began to laugh as well, causing her to break into a series of twisted sounds as her lungs couldn’t quite handle the multitasking. It took another minute for her to calm down, during which Nadja got up and fetched a glass of water, hoping to be of some assistance.
“No, no, I’m fine,” Caline said, sighing. “I’m better than fine. Nadja, your guts have…some real talent, let’s just say.”
Nadja gave her a sheepish look. “Oh, thanks, Caline, but trust me when I say you’ve got a mighty gas cannon of your own back there. I wasn’t kidding earlier, when I said I could wear you like a mask.”
“Now that’s an idea,” Caline mused. “I had no idea farting could be so…”
“…Sensual?”
“You know what, that’s not the word I was thinking of, but it’s even better, so let’s go with that.” Nadja laughed. “It’s just so alluring, the way I can feel you sniffing against my backside, and the way I can feel the powerful vibrations coursing through me.”
Nadja nodded. “It’s quite a unique experience, and I have to admit, some of this stuff…I’d been fantasizing about it for quite awhile.”
“I can imagine why!” Caline rubbed her arm. “Isn’t there something just so…so naughty about the way we can fart so freely like this? Getting so raunchy and dirty in private…”
“Ohhh, imagine if everyone who ever saw me on the news were to know that I’m such a gassy woman,” Nadja said, blushing. “But it’s just true. Those of us that have to keep up appearances, and stay so prim and proper and professional in the workplace…”
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“…Aahh…Are the ones that often have the most debauchery in their private lives.”
Caline brushed aside a lock of gleaming red hair and gave Nadja a look of curiosity. “Oh? Is that so?”
Nadja slid her hands along Caline’s hips and gave her a knowing wink. “Care for a demonstration?” Caline nodded. “Good, then let’s get these pesky pants off of you. No fair for you to still be wearing yours.” She thought for a second, before adding, “Panties too.”
Nadja guided Caline’s hands around the task, helping her pull her clothes off and leaving her stripped down to nothing below the waist. Slowly, she nudged Caline to fall backwards again and lie on the bed, encouraging her to give up control. Nadja was ready to turn up the heat. With Nadja now lying on top, the two began sharing a passionate kiss before Nadja suddenly pulled away. Not going anywhere far, her mulberry lips ventured along the side of Caline’s neck, eliciting some soft moans and an occasional gasp of approval from the redhead. Caline’s eyes slowly came shut, lost in the sensuality of Nadja’s loving touch as well as the still-heavy fart fumes bearing down on her breathing. The smell of garlic, old dairy, and bad fruit came together to pair so nicely with the…well, with everything else about this night, anyway. Just as Caline was getting into the rhythm of Nadja’s lips, however, Nadja pulled away again, this time for real.
A longing look remained in Caline’s eyes, silently asking, why stop there?
Nadja chuckled. “You know, I can actually hear your guts still tumbling with all that delicious gas, and I just can’t stand leaving that unattended. So here’s what we do next.” She grabbed a handful of a nearby blanket and offered it to Caline. “Now, pull that over me, and don’t be afraid to choke me out with your beautiful farts…”
Caline didn’t quite put two and two together, finding her instructions unclear. That was, until Nadja drifted down towards the foot of the bed, bringing herself closer to Caline’s thighs until her mouth was mere inches away from her sex.
“Mm, you’re wetter than I thought, Caline…”
Caline’s eyes shot wide open and gasped. To say that Nadja’s dexterous maneuvers were a pleasant surprise would be a gross understatement. “Hhmmmh, Nadja, that’s…I don’t think I’ve ever had…unh! Oh God, right there, mmmmmmmfff yess…”
Hearing Caline practically beg for more made Nadja want to stop and tease her further. “Only if you seal me up with these sheets and dutch oven me,” she said, taunting. “I want to make you lose complete control, Caline. Show me what that sounds like. Show me what that smells like.”
“Mmmmffh…”
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Nadja chuckled, lowering her lips and tongue back down onto Caline. “There we go…Keep those steamy farts coming…”
Caline arched her back with delight, feeling a sensation between her thighs like never before. The fire in her chest burned hotter than ever, and just as she promised, Nadja’s experienced tongue movements were flicking against her in just the right way. Caline’s ass was out of control, cracking off loud, brassy farts that just kept stinking up Nadja’s self-imposed dutch oven. With every fart rumbling under the covers, Caline could feel Nadja pick up the pace, French-kissing her other pair of lips with even more passion. Whiffs of her own potent stench fluttered up from down below, and even those relatively miniscule sneak peeks into the foul air beneath the sheets proved to be extremely strong. The reeking fart stink down there was enough to take her pleasure to another level, and with Nadja’s unrelenting tongue chipping away at her, she could feel herself steadily climbing to orgasm. Through all of this, she could barely even register that her ass was farting again and again, defiling Nadja’s lungs to irretrievable depths of her most personal odors.
For Nadja, the air grew thicker, smellier, and more humid with each passing second. She loved absolutely everything about it, and it took some effort to focus on pleasuring Caline instead of moaning into her. As yet another fart threatened to blow out her eardrums, she made a mental note to try a dutch-oven 69 next…after Caline burst into wet completion into her mouth, of course.