By: dirtyrx
PART 1
It was such a beautiful Saturday when I went out for my morning run! The temperature was 90 degrees outside, which feels perfect for me. I love the heat! My skin glistened with sweat as my tight spandex running shorts and sports bra became soaked. I did my usual 3 miles and stopped in the driveway of my girlfriend's house to do some squats and lunges. Samantha loves my tight little body and I like to stay in shape, plus keeping my endurance up is a definite necessity. Now I was ready for some ice-cold lemonade and a shower.
Sam was sitting on the couch waiting for me when I walked in the front door. I slipped out of my shoes and greeted her. "Hey babe! I figured you'd be sleeping later. You were on the phone with Emily even after I went to bed last night. How's she doin?"
"Good morning, my dear! Em is actually doing really well! Things have calmed down a lot since the divorce was finalized and she seems much happier. Oh... and you'll never guess what she got!"
My curiosity was peeked. "She didn't go out and buy a crazy new car or anything did she?"
"Nope. I guess hanging around with us here and there had an influence on her. So... she went out and found herself a girlfriend!" Sam said with a laugh.
"You can't be serious! For real?" I giggled in surprise.
"Yup. It's for real. I'll tell you what tho... if you think I'M a cougar...Lisa, my goodness! This chick SHE got with just turned 19! Emily is 45! Evidently she's a little twig too."
I joked with Sam, but felt a spark of curiosity about wanting to actually meet another girl with what seemed to be the same romantic interests as me. "So a skinny little 19 year old teenager gets together with an almost 300 pound 45 year old woman. Wasn't I only 20 and you were 41 when you met me?" I shot her a quick smirk.
"Yea yea..." She waved her hand back dismissively. "But Emily? I guess I'm just surprised. Maybe I shouldn't be. But anyway, she's bringing her by this afternoon to meet us... and maybe for some fun!" Sam gave me a wink.
I became a bit nervous, yet aroused at this idea. Two thin girls and two heavy, middle-aged women get together for "some fun?" I wondered how this was going to turn out. "Alrighty then, well I'm gonna go up and get a good shower. I'm drenched in sweat and I can still smell your butt on my face from last night."
Samantha gave me a wicked smile and told me, "Don't bother, Lisa. You stay just the way you are. Let's go out and grab an early lunch!"
This was an odd command coming from her. She always liked me super clean and fresh whereas, she would skip a shower or two and even wear the same panties a couple days in a row just to make things nasty for me. I loved it that way, but for me to stay dirty and sweaty was way out of the ordinary. I was confused.
After hanging out for a while, I threw t-shirt over my sports bra and Sam took me to Plaza Azteca, her favorite Mexican restaurant. She ordered her usual stomach-burning, gas bomb-inducing meal. When I was about to order, she interrupted and ordered my food for me, which was way too much. "Enchiladas supreme with extra beans and peppers, please." She told the server and he went off to the kitchen.
"What the hell, Sam? I'm not even gonna be able to eat half of that!"
"Oh you're gonna eat as much as your little tummy can handle." She said with a serious look. "And then you're gonna have some more until I think you've had enough. Got it?"
Soon there was a table full of spicy food and we dug in. I tried to impress her as I ate til my stomach felt like it would explode. I ended up getting through more than half of what she had ordered for me, then sat back in the seat and groaned. She reached across the table with her fork and separated what was left in half. Pointing at one of the portions, she commanded, "Now eat that and you can be done."
I did as I was told. Groaning more, now in pain, I held my poor, tight little tummy. It was stretched to absolute capacity and could feel it turning and gurgling.
"Good girl!" She smiled deviously at me. "Now let's head home. Emily and her new girl will be on their way shortly."
As we walked in the door, my stomach was finally starting to not hurt anymore. It wasn't what I would call settled by any means, but at least it didn't hurt so bad. All I knew at this point, was that I was sweaty, stinky, had a belly full of gut-wrenching food in me... and we had company on their way for some potential "fun."
About fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. It was them. Samantha went over to the door and let them in. I walked over for the introduction.
Emily was as big as ever, but this time, she was dressed a lot differently than anything I had ever seen her in. She was wearing a black tank top that was pretty much see-through except for across her boobs. It was noticeably too small for her enormous girth as her large belly protruded out from under it and hung over a pair of cutoff Daisy Duke shorts. The denim looked like it was struggling to contain the flesh around her hips as her massive thighs ripped at the leg holes. At least a couple inches of her cellulite-speckled buttcheeks had burst out for all to see.
The beast of a woman was followed closely by a short, stick figure thin girl. The girl had short pixie cut hair that was dyed an unnaturally bright shade of red. She had a very pale complexion with freckles dotting her cheeks. Black leggings wrapped her thin legs and tiny butt and a loose fitting, pink shirt draped off one of her shoulders, revealing a black bra strap.
I instinctively began to size her up. I'd say she was about two inches shorter than me. Judging from how thin she was, I definitely had a few pounds on her... maybe 20. At least I have a little bit of a figure and some muscle, so she might've been even lighter than I thought.
"Hey guys, this is my girlfriend, Faith!" Emily announced proudly.
We all introduced ourselves and talked for a bit, then moved to the living room to get comfortable. Faith seemed to be pretty cool, so far. I could tell she had an immaturity about her though, like she still had a bit of high school mentality. I kept catching her staring at me with a look that I interpreted as aggressive for some strange reason.
"Alright ladies! We're gonna have some fun now!" Emily announced as Samantha nodded in agreement. "Sam and I decided it would be a great idea to see the two of you girls have a real good wrestling match! Only the winner gets to decide when the match is over and gets to use the loser's face however they want. What do you think?"
"I'm gonna make you my bitch!" Faith suddenly blurted out, snarling at me.
I gave her a smirk. "I'm down for it, sure."
Sam chimed in, "The catch is... after the winner is done, the loser has to immediately wrestle the winner's girlfriend. Same rules apply for that match as well!"
I looked at Samantha with a worried expression, remembering the times Emily had been so terribly rough with me, hurt me, and absolutely humiliated me in the past. I'm a tough girl, for as small as I am. I can take quite a lot of pain and abuse, and even enjoy it... but that woman scares me a bit.
Sam smiled at me with confidence like she knew I could beat Faith. As she smiled, my stomach gurgled and I suddenly realized why she forced me to stuff myself with all that food for lunch. Samantha had been preparing me all day! She knew I'd be doing my morning workout in the summer heat, getting hot, sweaty and stinky, then not letting change or shower. She made sure my delicate digestive system was locked and loaded to release some serious punishment. Her confidence got me fired up! I was ready to kick this girl's ass!
The four of us made our way up to the bedroom and stood around Sam's huge bed. Faith almost ripped her loose shirt off, revealing the rest of her little black bra, which covered her tiny tits. I could see her ribs sticking out as she quickly slipped out of her leggings. The black lacey thong she was wearing matched her bra. Her skin was super fair and pale aside from the freckles that were scattered across her chest and shoulders. As I watched her, I couldn't help but admire the contrast in the color scheme her milky body made with the black underwear topped by that glowing red hair.
I threw off my shirt and just kept my sweaty spandex shorts on with my sports bra. I never thought I'd get a chance to dominate somebody smaller than me, and she was noticeably so. Although, it seemed Faith knew about this match way before I did. What kind of dirty tricks did Emily plan with her to potentially defeat me? How was Samantha so confident in me? My mind was racing.
The two of us got up onto the bed and stood ready. Our big lovers stared hungrily from off the sides of the bed at us as they also undressed down to their underwear. It was obvious that the loser of this match would suffer a long, intense humiliation.
Emily put her hand in the air, then brought it down in a fist. Both women shouted in unison, "GO!"
PART 2
I was caught by surprise as Faith ferociously lunged at me, knocking me on my ass and almost off the bed. She may have been smaller than me, but she was fast and aggressive. Grabbing a handful of my blonde hair, she pulled my head and rammed the side of her hip into it.
Before I knew what was happening, I was on my back with my head at the corner of the bed where Emily was watching. She turned around and casually sat on my face. I felt her weight drop onto me as her massive buttcheeks slid down the sides of my head. The crotch of her already moist thong pressed down heavily on my nose and mouth.
I was then hit with a sharp pain in my chest. Faith took this opportunity for a butt drop, knocking the wind out of me and into the crotch of her giant girlfriend. Faith's boney little ass dug into me as she sat there.
Emily got off my face, winked at Faith and they both laughed. Samantha didn't even sound angry and even giggled a bit as she told them, "Hey now, ladies. That's cheating."
Faith bounced a few times on my chest. Maybe she thought she was crushing me, but it was more of her boney butt that hurt. She got up to switch into a reverse facesit. I had a plan now.
Dropping her knees to pin my arms down, she perched herself on my face. I could smell her arousal through the lacey fabric of her thong. I could breathe just fine because she didn't have even near enough weight or girth to completely smother me. I was betting Faith thought she had me at that point. "Sniff that shit, bitch! I'm gonna fuck that pretty face all up!"
I looked up past her little asscheeks. I could see her whole back, all the way up to her head. Pretending to struggle, I bucked my body and kicked with my legs. Then I lifted my legs up in a feeble attempt to grab her. Faith took the bait. She grabbed my ankles, pulled back, and soon had them locked under her armpits trying to fold me into a matchbook. This was too perfect!
Faith bounced twice on my face. On the second bounce, I scissored her upper torso and quickly threw her face-first to the bed between my legs. I then rolled out from under her sprawled lower body. Her calves were so skinny, I gripped them in my hands to take them with me as I stood over her with my feet on either side.
"I don't know why you're so crabby." I joked. "Maybe it's cuz you didn't stretch!" I pulled her legs up to lock them fully under my armpits, leaned back and brought my ass down to the back of her neck. I now had Faith in a painful Boston crab. It was a wonderful feeling as I bent her slender body almost to it's breaking point. Her lack of any kind of fat allowed me to see her spine flexing and bending between my legs. Her neck and the back of her head felt amazing under the full weight of my butt. I could feel her body tremble through her calves in my armpits. What an intoxicating feeling of power!
I finally let her body unfold and crash to the bed, then shifted up just a bit to sit on her head that was now turned sideways. My smaller opponent's body laid there limp aside from one of her arms reaching to hold her aching back.
My stomach gurgled and I let out a warm, satisfying fart on her ear and the side of her face. The smell hit me almost instantly and it was terrible. I was almost embarrassed, but then the realization came to me.
This is what it's like to force someone to take my nasty farts! I had never been able to do this before. I was always Samantha's little fart eater, but I released my gas as secretly as possible when I was alone. Not being much of a gassy girl though, it wasn't all that bad, but today was different. My stomach had been churning and bubbling for the past couple hours and I was ready to do some damage!
"What the fuck! You nasty bitch!" She squealed from under me. I was so ready to put this offensive girl in her place, well... in my place! I thought I'd make sure she had no fight left first, though.
I got off her head, turned around and dropped my butt right on her lower back where her hand had been holding. Faith let out a sharp scream, followed by a pathetic whimper. I pulled her arms up behind her and draped them over my thighs above my bent knees. Grabbing her shoulders, I pulled up and back, locking her in a camel clutch. With her body bent to almost breaking again, I moved my hands from her shoulders to grab her head, with one hand pulling on her forehead and the other on her chin.
Faith struggled to even breath at this point. Taking short, labored breaths between whimpers, I could once again feel her body twitch and spasm beneath me.
I noticed we were now facing my amazon lady, Samantha. Sam gave me a wink, turned around, pulled her panties down to her knees and bent over. She had her massive ass sticking out as far as she could over the bed as she spread her cheeks only inches from Faith's face. Keeping her arms locked over my legs, I put my hands on the back of her head and shoved her face into Sam's dirty abyss. A long, violent fart ripped it's way out of the tight seal in her crack as I tried to plug her hole with Faith's face.
I could feel the scorching heat as Samantha's flabby cheeks clapped loudly around Faith's little face. When the disgusting blast ended, I followed it up by forceably wiping my girlfriend's gigantic ass with my opponent's fair-skinned complexion.
Sam turned back around, slipped her panties the rest of the way off and shot Emily an evil glare. "Now we're even. No more interference from either of us! Got it?"
Emily stared with her mouth open in disbelief at the destruction of her tiny lover's beautiful face. She slowly nodded. "Ok. No more."
Faith's breathing was now reduced to wheezing. I released her from the camel clutch and her upper body fell to the bed. Getting up off her back, I gripped her head with both my hands and pulled her up to her knees. Tears streamed down her face as she whimpered and looked up at me in fear, her eyes bloodshot and soaked in tears.
Drunk on power, I felt no remorse for my beaten foe. I gently caressed her red hair and moved myself forward, resting the damp, smelly crotch of my spandex shorts on her trembling mouth. "Kiss it." I ordered softly, yet sternly.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose. Soon a felt gentle kissing against my clothed womanhood. Faith's spirit had been broken, completely shattered as she submitted herself to me. "Good girl." I whispered in a long sigh of pleasure.
I felt like I now owned this girl. The feeling of power coursing through my mind and body, however, made me want to put one last nail in the coffin of her dignity. I backed myself off her mouth, gently put my hands on her flushed cheeks and told her, "Stand for me." Faith slowly got to her feet to stand face to face with me, looking slightly upward into my eyes.
Without any warning, I bent my body over sideways, wrapped my arms around her midsection, and hoisted her body upside down. I held her there. Faith's legs were in the air on either side of my head as I looked down at her lacey panties, inches away from my face. I had her head locked deeply between my thighs, her face pressed into my crotch. I made sure I had her low enough for me to actually land my weight on her face so I could crush her head when we came down.
I was facing Emily and gave her a seductive look before I hopped in the air to land on my knees. Her little lover's face squashed into me as my body crashed down on her.
I didn't let her fall right away. I held her body, still upside down, against me while I sat on her crushed face. The only part of her touching the bed was the back of her head. I could feel her labored breathing through my spandex.
Finally letting Faith crash to the bed, I moaned in pleasure and backed off her face. I had knocked her unconscious. Our large girlfriends watched in awe as I stood up to peel my soaked shorts off. Having not worn anything under them, I dropped back to my knees, straddling Faith's head and sat my bare pussy on her forehead. I rubbed myself into the upper part of her face, christening her with my sweat and womanly juices, making sure her breathing passages were not obstructed until she woke up.
"What possessed you to bring this poor girl over here for this?" I asked Emily. "You must've known I would beat her. She wasn't ready for this at all. I don't think she's cut out for this kind of punishment."
I glanced over at my girlfriend. She was touching herself through her panties and more than ready for her wrestling match. "And when I'm done with her, Sam is going to squash her into oblivion. You're gonna have to carry her out of here. You had to have known that, right?"
Emily looked back at me in embarrassment. "I guess I had an idea she would lose, but after I told her the things you've let me do to you, Lisa, there was no stopping her. She wanted to dominate you too. She tries really hard to impress me all the time and does everything she can to satisfy me. I didn't have the heart to deny her the chance."
Em's explanation touched me a bit. I couldn't help but feel for Faith. She reminded me a lot of myself. I kind of wished we could've talked more before this and shared our feelings and thoughts about being skinny girl bottoms to older, larger women. It's a deep connection we could've had, but right now, it was time to make another kind of deep connection.
She started to wake up as a I reached down between my legs to gently slap her a few times. Groaning with half-opened eyes, Faith mumbled, "Am I doing ok Goddess? I'm sorry I couldn't win for you."
I looked puzzled at Samantha and she raised an eyebrow at Emily, mouthing the word "Goddess?". Emily shrugged innocently. Her chubby cheeks went red with more embarrassment. She answered, "Yes, my dear. You were amazing. I love you whether you win or lose. You make me proud."
Em smiled genuinely down at her beaten lover, then made eye contact with me. I could see those eyes silently pleading for me not to do what I was about to do. I was touched again, feeling a sudden bit of empathy from seeing Emily finally caring so much for a girl... especially after the times she had used me like a toilet.
My stomach gurgled loudly. I had been holding everything back this whole time and nothing was going to stop it now. Still making eye contact with Emily, I slid down Faith's face, forcing her mouth open and pressed my asshole into her mouth. Her nose was unobstructed between my buttcheeks so she could breath freely.
Emily put her hand to her mouth as I grunted to force the hardest, longest fart of my life down her little lover's throat. It stung my hole as it exploded loudly, creating a hollow, demonic growl inside Faith's mouth. I though it would never end as I felt her gagging and wretching into my ass, trapped under my weight. She took the whole thing as it sputtered to a sloppy, wet end.
"I think she's gonna puke in my ass!" I laughed.
Em looked on in horror while the muffled gagging subsided below me.
Sam was doubled over in laughter. "Holy damn, Lisa! That was some seriously raunchy shit! I'm so hot right now!"
"Faith, close your throat so you don't gag right away." I instructed her. "When you feel your mouth start getting full, open your throat back up and take the rest."
I grunted and rubbed my tummy as I pushed out another long, warm, but less intense gas bomb into her. She did as I had told her and was able to take the whole steamy thing like a champ!
Emily's jaw dropped in amazement and I could tell she was starting to become aroused at her girl's willingness to learn. Not to mention me teaching her how to eat farts.
"Now lick it." I sat there and felt her tongue lap against my hole. It was a great feeling, one that I hadn't felt in years, but it could be better. "Try to make your tongue straight and hard... then stick it in as far as you can possibly reach." Faith obeyed my command and I could now feel her tasting deep inside. "Now move it all around in there... like you're trying to find something."
She was a natural at this. I could tell she was focusing on the texture, taking her time on every little wrinkle. Giving a hard push here and there, I puckered my anus around her tongue, squeezing, then releasing. It was only a matter of time before one of my pushes produced a short, hot fart that vibrated around her tongue and into her mouth.
At this point, I didn't think her tongue was the only obstruction that gas had to make it's way around. It had to have tasted like absolute shit, but Faith continued her deep exploration. I was in Heaven. I can't even describe the mix of power and pleasure consuming my body and mind. I was ready to move things forward... to my already drooling vagina.
Just then, I had an amazing idea.
"Faith is being a very good little girl." I announced to the older women. Both of whom were almost on the verge of climax, themselves...especially Samantha as she looked ravenous for a face to ride. "I know it was a rule, but it would be a shame to punish her further after such wonderful submission."
They both stared at me intently, each raising and eyebrow. I looked at Emily and said, "Now you know Samantha is going to be banging somebody's face and it's going to be intense and messy. It's not gonna be me tonight. I've already broken your precious girlfriend, physically and mentally. When I'm done though, she'll still be conscious and able to walk out of here."
My look grew more serious as I asked, "Any thoughts?"
I could see concern in Emily's eyes before she looked away in a moment of shame. After a long silence, she replied quietly, "I'll take it. She can use me."
I glanced over at Sam to see her mouth drop open. "What do you think, babe?" I asked. This would be Emily's first time on the giving end, and definitely her first time on the bottom. A wicked grin came across her face as she answered, "deal."
Faith's tongue was still buried in my butt as her enormous "Goddess" laid down, face up, next to her. Samantha climbed up next to me, spread her massive asscheeks and sat on her friend's face.
I lifted off my asshole out of Faith's mouth. Her exhausted tongue popped out and I hovered about an inch above her. "Are you ready for the grand finale?" She replied sheepishly, "Mmhm." I sat back down on her face, but now with my sopping womanhood enveloping her mouth. I felt her little nose now poking my butthole and I ripped a short, hard blast of a pre-dump fart onto it. The smell was revolting.
Samantha and I watched Emily sweetly reach over and hold Faith's hand as we sat on their faces, ready to ride. We looked back at each other. Our eyes met and we also joined hands. It was such a beautiful and sexy moment.
Together, we got down to business.