By: PaleBandit
I realize far too late what I am doing. Now I sit on the floor, surrounded by friends with my lips firmly pressing against someone’s right butt cheek. I can feel their eyes on me… It is the alcohol that has caused this lapse in judgment. Seeing Elisa dangle mistletoe above her bare ass with that cheeky grin on her face I only thought as far as how funny it would be! I assume she did not think further about it either. Did she even expect me to actually go for it? With my eyes widened in shock,
my lips remain on that cheek. How many seconds have passed? Three? Five? Longer? I cannot tell!
My mind is suddenly overwhelmed by what I have just done! It does feel nice.
The cheek is soft and warm.
A few more moments pass, maybe seconds, nanoseconds, until a jolt finally goes through my head and I pull away. I do not dare to look around and I do not need to. They have all seen me do that.
“Hey!” Elisa suddenly shouts, “You still have to kiss the other one!”
My head tilts up slowly. She still has that cheeky grin!
I’m not sure if I should be relieved about it or not. I was worried that she might get weirded out by it, but now she demands me to kiss her ass again!
“Come on now!”, she says in a gentle, yet smug tone while gently poking her left cheek, “This one is getting jealous! Don’t leave it hanging!”
A part of me screams no to do it, but another part does not want to let my expecting friend!
And another part of me just really wants to kiss her ass again! The mood in the room as well…
I can tell! They all want me to give the other cheeks that kiss. How am I supposed to resist this?
Not under the influence, I cannot! So I close my eyes and press my lips onto her other cheek.
Quiet chuckling fills the room. No one dares to laugh out loudly and ruin the moment.
When I finally pull my lips away a part of me is happy that I did it. It felt nice. But another part of me is screaming about how much of an idiot I am for doing it. As Elisa pulls her pants back, she looks at me all smugly. Admittedly, this is a very hot expression, especially after I just kissed her ass! It gives off the vibe that I did the right thing, that this is what I was supposed to do. She wanted me to kiss her ass and I obeyed.
Being unable to endure her smile any longer, I turn my head with a blushed face. I am greeted by the sight of another bare ass and another mistletoe hanging above it.
“Huh?”, I gasp.
“Well?”, Greta yaps with a neutral expression, “Where are my kisses?”
I freeze! Having turned my head, I have seen them all look at me.
“Hey! What gives?”, Emilio shouts suddenly, “Is my girlfriend’s ass not good enough for you?
You better give those magnificent cheeks some PROPER kisses or we’ll have a problem!”
He is clearly joking, at least to an extent… It is very plain that he legit wants me to kiss her ass,
but the smile on his face and the tone of his voice makes it obvious that he is just fooling around about getting mad if I do not go through with it. Greta’s ass is paler than Elisa’s but around the same size, meaning it is quite large. I really want to kiss it! And I can tell that Greta wants me to do it even more! She has this petty rivalry with Elisa so she might actually be sour about me not giving her those kisses after I kissed Elisa’s. I just go for it! Each cheek receives a kiss of just over five seconds. Hers tastes quite sweaty. Her car had broken down so the ass sweat is probably from the walk to Elisa’s place. I do not mind it though. In fact, I think I like that taste.
Upon parting my lips from the second cheek, I can see her smile gently at me. She is probably happy that she is not falling behind her rival even in such a weird matter. Emilio is also smiling, but mostly because he recorded the entire thing! I want to tell him off about it, but before I can open my mouth someone else speaks up.
“Yuhuu! I am waiting over here!”, Sarah calls out. She is standing next to Elisa, holding the mistletoe the other woman had used over her own ass.
“You can’t be serious…”, I mutter.
“Come on! I cannot be the only girl that did not get her ass kissed!”, she complains and then giggles.
Like the other two, Sarah has quite the size to her butt, but unlike the other two asses, this one is not by any means clean. Greta’s ass is a bit sweaty from the walk, but Sarah clearly did not bother showering before coming here. That is not exactly unexpected from the tomboy, but that does not mean everyone appreciates the smell emitting from her freed ass. Elisa standing right next to her is clearly bothered by it, though I can tell she also really wants to see me kiss that nasty ass.
Suddenly I feel a push against my back.
“Get to it already!”, Emilio demands, “She is stinking up the place!”
Thanks to this encouragement, I do not hesitate to crawl up to Sarah and plant my lips against her dirty cheek and then the other. Both cheeks receive a loving kiss and the taste is much stronger than Greta’s was. But as I pull my lips away, a hand suddenly grabs the back of my head. Before I can even react my face gets crammed in the canyon between the tomboy’s cheeks. She shoved my face around until my nose is pushing against her messy asshole.
“Girl, what are you do-“, Elisa asks but gets interrupted by a wet fart erupting from Sarah’s ass.
It lasted for over ten seconds and it all goes right up my nose. The stench is beyond intense!
The alcohol is really doing more work than just ear down any sense of shame in the room.
She sighs in relief while everyone else is just silent for a moment until Elisa eventually shouts:
“What the hell?”
“What?”, Sarah asks in a sheepish voice, “After all the asskissing happening here, my ass felt like kissing back!”, she explains and chuckles, “And besides! I could not keep it in any longer.
You’d prefer me stinking up your apartment?”
Elisa has no response to that.
“Exactly! And a fart has not hurt anyone! Speaking of which…”, she pauses to push out another fart up my nose, “The protein shakes are really hitting hard today!”
She lets out a cheeky laugh and not long after everyone else also laughs.
Shortly after I feel something press even harder against the back of my head.
“Then you better make sure you let everything out!”, Elisa demands, which confirms that she is actively pushing my face further into Sarah's dumptruck.
I am not fighting back against the treatment. The moment that first fart had hit my nose, I was already Sarah’s to use however she liked! Elisa actively making use of me as a filter for Sarah’s horrible fumes only makes me enjoy that next fart even more. For the next ten or so minutes I am nothing but a fartfilter and this might be the greatest experience of my life!
Sarah shows no mercy and Elisa no remorse, meanwhile, the couple is recording it and laughing their asses off.
“Phew, I’m finally out!”, Sarah eventually announces and as the push against my head finally goes away I fall straight onto my back. I cannot even work through this experience before Elisa steps right over me. Without even a warning she just sits down! She plants her ass on my face! It only takes a few wiggles for my nose to once again be touching an asshole.
“Well, I am also kinda gassy…”, she says and right then forced a long fart down my nose.
Of all things I did not expect Elisa to actually have WORSE gas than Sarah! Not that any of the others would find out about it with how deeply I am sniffing her rancid fumes up. I even let out a moan, but the sound does not make it past all that ass fat resting on top of me.
“Haha, did not think I would start a trend here!”, Sarah comments.
“Well, you made a valid point!”, Elisa replies, “It’s only fair that our butts kiss back~”
With that, she forced another horrid blast down my nose.
“Hurry up!”, Greta suddenly says, “I need to let loose as well.”
Of course, she would not let Elisa get the better of her.
“Yeah, yeah. Give me a minute or two!”, Elisa replies and pushes an extra strong blast out.
Greta gets her turn just three minutes later, mercilessly ripping ass on a level that rivals Elisa.
I really am just a fartcushion at this point. And this only becomes clearer when Sarah plops herself onto me the moment Greta has stood up.
“Sorry, am not as empty as I thought!”, she says without sounding sorry at all and returns to filling my nose with her gas. They have become even worse than they were before!
The alcohol, the protein shakes, and now our Christmas dinner is also mixing itself into the stench!
And as I am finding out quickly, that holds true for Elisa and Greta as well as they take their second turn right after Sarah!
For the next hour, the three just rotate using me as a fartfilter until Emilio finally decides that Greta and he have to head home as they have to spend the following day with Greta’s family.
Sarah reluctantly admits to herself that she also better get going, leaving me on the floor to recover from the past hour while Elisa sees them off. It has been amazing, but I am also quite dizzy after breathing almost nothing but their flatulence for so long. It takes me a bit to get onto my legs,
but by then Elisa has returned and roughly sends me to fall onto the couch. For a second I believe that she just wants to make sure I recover, but then her ass plops back onto my face. She sighs,
rests her legs on my body, and leans back against the corner of the couch.
“You really shouldn’t have told me that you cannot visit your parents this year!”, she tells me with a chuckle, “With no responsibilities until the new year, you have no excuse not to spend it all as my comfy cushion!”
She starts to laugh and lets out some small toots.
“Emilio showed me some of the videos he recorded of it all and while I failed to notice it while we were at it, while watching the videos I noticed how you absolutely did not struggle one tiny bit!”,
she explains, “So don’t bother pretending like you’d rather not spend the next week like this! You’ll keep me nice and comfy and I won’t shower until the new year as a trade off~”
She is right, I have no good excuse to tell her off and really, I cannot bring myself to not accept this deal anyway. So, I will be spending this week in Elisa’s care, or rather, under it.