Donna walked into the master bedroom and threw her purse on the chair by the window.

"God, FINALLY!" she exclaimed and flopped face first onto the bed.

"Baby is that you?" a voice called from the kitchen.

"It's me Jazz, just got in," Donna called out as she removed her heels and tossed them into the closet. Jasmine walked to the doorway in her apron.

"Oh I didn't even hear you come in! Dinner is almost ready, come on," she nodded.

"Ooohhhhh, babe I'm so tiiiiirrrrrred," Donna whined. "can we just eat in here?"

"Damn, that kinda day?" Jasmine said with eyebrows raised. "Wait lemme guess...Linda gave you shit."

Donna rolled her eyes. "Always that fuckin Linda."

"Can't you go to HR about her?" Jasmine called from the kitchen.

"No, she hasn't technically done anything HR worthy," Donna said as she checked her messages on her phone.

"What?" Jazz called out.

"I said SHE HASN'T TECHNICALLY-" Donna called out.

"I know, I heard you, I'm just messin with you" Jasmine giggled as she brought in two plates. Donna shook her head.

"I am in NO mood, missy!" she said as she jokingly wagged her finger.

"Well maybe..." Jasmine said as she set down Donna's plate by the nightstand. "-you are in the mood for this broccoli beef I made?"

Donna's eyes widened as she smelled the steam coming off of her plate.

"Holllllyyyyy shit, when did you learn how to make this?!"

"I talked to the girl at Yum Yum, you know the Hunan place down the street. She owed me for doing her taxes so she gave me their recipe," Jasmine grinned. Donna immediately dug into her meal, but not before mumbling an appreciative "fank yow bayby" as she greedily munched the broccoli in her mouth. Jasmine lay behind her and ran her hands up and down Donna's greu blouse, then moved them down to her soft blue legging covered cheeks. Donna was around five foot seven, the tallest woman in her family. She was also pretty tall for a Filipina girl, at least as far as Jasmine knew. Despite wearing a business casual outfit Donna's body looked incredible, you couldn't hide those perky cheeks and coke bottle curves.

Jasmine herself was slightly shorter at five foot five. She was black and Puerto Rican, getting the best of both worlds with beautiful, black frizzy hair and a juicy bottom. Today she was wearing a much more casual outfit; soft yellow leggings and a light pink undershirt.

"Mmmrgh," Donna mumbled in satisfaction. "This is so goood!"

"It is, isn't it?" Jasmine replied, almost surprised. She began to eat her broccoli beef and turned on Netflix.

"What do you think," Jasmine said looking at Donna. "Stranger Things? Season 3?"

"Eehhhhh," Donna said making a face.

"Friends, for the 100th time this week?"

Donna made an enthusiastic face and nodded happily.

"Whatever you want baby," Jasmine smiled as the Friends theme song kicked in.

*****************************

The two women lay on their sides, extremely bloated. Donna moaned a little.

"*bUAARRRRRRrrp*," she burped. "oof, that was so good but I'm like- ugh, I feel like a balloon."

"Me too," said Jasmine, then paused and looked over at her lover on the bed. "Hey....so....you know what we haven't done in a while...?"

Donna looked at her blankly.

"Gone to the movies?"

"Nooooo..." Jasmine said teasingly.

"Went out for ice cream?"

"That's true, but not what I'm thinking of."

"Watched Friends?"

"Donna, we just watched Friends!" Jasmine laughed.

"Oh yeah," Donna laughed. "Well, I kinda napped for a bit. But what did you mean?"

"Think about it..." Jasmine said as she crawled over to Donna. "-we just had all that broccoli? We're feeling bloated..?"

Donna stared at her for a few seconds and then her eyes widened with excitement.

"Oh shit! Really? You want to?!"

"Yeah! Why do you think I got that EXACT recipe from Yum Yum?" Jasmine giggled.

"Wow," Donna said in amazement. "Ok....ok..It's all makes sense now..when was the last time we did it?" she wondered.

"Oh man...probably like a year ago? More? You never bring it up is the thing."

"I know," Donna said blushing. "I just didn't want to like, talk about it too much and make you not want to do it I guess."

"Baby," Jasmine said as she rolled onto her stomach. "we can NEVER do this too much. But maybe we just have to make it interesting, so it doesn't get stale, you know?"

"What do you mean?" Donna asked.

"Well, since we're BOTH ready to blow a stitch at the seams from all that food, how about we have a competition?"

"Ooohhh!" Donna grinned. "what's the criteria? I mean, how do we know who wins?"

"Hmmm...." Jasmine thought to herself. "Ok, how about....whoever has the deepest, manliest farts is the winner?"

Donna stared at her strangely.

"What the fuck?" she laughed. "Where did that come from?!"

"No really," Jasmine laughed. "I looked this up, I've seen the porn you look at. What do they call it...bassy? Bassy farts?"

"oh my god, yeah," Donna blushed, her pussy beginning to twinge. "those are my favorite. And I can't believe you did research on my fart fetish.."

"Of course! I want to know what gets you off! And speaking of which..."

Jasmine lay on her stomach and brought her legs up behind her. Donna's eye's were glued to her ass, she felt saliva beginning to form inside her mouth.

"Oof, I feel a huge fart babe," Jasmine teased. She looked at Donna with a devious grin, grunted slightly and pushed.

bRRRRuuumpt

"Ahhhh..." she sighed.

Jasmine let loose a short and rumbly fart. Donna immediately went right up to her ass and took a huge sniff.

"How does it smell?" Jasmine said slightly curious as she looked behind her shoulder.

"Like...broccoli," Donna blushed. "And that was...pretty bassy.... I guess."

"...You guess?? That was like a tuba!"

"Eh, sure," Donna shrugged while smiling.

"Well okay then, you have one ready, miss bass master?" Jasmine mocked.

"I think I do actually..."

Donna lay on her side and rubbed her stomach for a few moments, her butt facing Jasmine. While Jasmine herself didn't have a fart fetish she DID find the build up and release of both of them farting to be exciting in a perverse kind of way. These were sounds and smells NO ONE would ever experience from her girlfriend and that in itself made the experience all the more special.

"Ok, ok," Donna grinned. "here's my response-"

bOOooouuuFFFFFffffffff---bOUmmp?

"That's two for me," Donna sighed with a relieved smile on her face.

She let out two farts, the first a long a deep puffer and then flexed her cheeks to let loose a deep bassy thump. Donna fanned the stink over towards Jasmine who recoiled at first but then took a cautious sniff.

"Ooooh... babe," Jasmine winced.

"Broccoli?" Donna grinned.

"No...it smells like...poop. Poop that just pooped, my god," she wheezed.

"Oops," Donna giggled. "You surrrrreeee you want to keep this up?"

"Yeeeessss? I just need a belly rub. Come here," Jasmine beckoned with her finger while lying on her side.

Donna eagerly scooted up behind Jasmine's juicy Puerto Rican booty and spooned her while rubbing her belly. Though Jasmine had farted around her before she had never once directly farted while spooning. The thought of this really drove Donna nuts, her pussy getting more wet than it already it was.

"Mmmm that feels good," Jasmine moaned. "Isn't this fun?"

"So fun," Donna breathed on her neck while kissing it.

"Here," Jasmine said as she pushed her ass against Donna's crotch harder. "maybe this will feel good.."

Donna's chest tightened in anticipation for Jasmine's fart.

bbbbbbbboooOOOuummmm?

"Fuuuuuck," Donna's body quivered from the feeling of her lover's 4 second fart vibrating on her pussy. This fart has the sound of a low tuba playing an A flat and sllllloooowwwwwly rising up to an E sharp.

"God damn, that was a big one," Jasmine breathed, herself turned on at how bassy her fart was. "wait wait.......after shock...."

bOOOf?

"oOOOhhh FUCK," Donna moaned.

Jasmine's second fart was shorter but very deep. Feeling Jasmine fart on her was everything Donna had imagined and more; rumbly, warm and oh so long.

"That's two for me!" Jasmine said in a girly voice, imitating Donna.

"What's the score here Jazz," Donna moaned while grinding against her lover's warm and stinky cheeks.

"I think I'm winning, 3 to 2," Jasmine grinned.

"And what does the winner get?"

"Hmmm....." Jasmine thought for a moment. "How about....whoever loses has to... eat the winners ass?" Jasmine saying this out loud caused Donna to grind on her even harder.

"Fuck, you're so nasty Jazz," Donna breathed, biting Jasmine's ear.

"And that's why you love me," Jasmine said as she looked back and kissed Donna.

"Mmmm, but as much as I want to eat your ass, I'm not going to just let you win ya know," Donna grinned.

"Good. Don't go easy on me now."

Suddenly Donna's stomach made a loud gurgling noise. The two looked at each other for a moment.

"Let me take these off," Donna said, slipping off her leggings. Donna was wearing a hot pink thong that lay in between her perky Filipina butt cheeks. She then sat cross legged and shifted slightly to the right.

bbbrrrRRRrrrRRrrRRRrrrRRRrrrrr-OMPPPPPP!!!!!

7 seconds of Harley Davidson bassy rumbling on the bed, easily the longest fart of the evening which Jasmine could feel vibrating the entire mattress.

"Oh my god, that was enormous," Jasmine said in disbelief.

"-and it counts as two" Donna grinned. She then grabbed Jasmine's head without warning and put it right in her crotch.

"Awww BABE let GO of me!" Jasmine whined.

"No. Sniff my fart!" Donna said laughing.

"Sto- augh. Come on, do I HAVE to?"

"YES! Sniff my bass bomb," Donna ordered sternly.

Jasmine reluctantly took a whiff and instantly regretted it. She was hit with the funk of 40 open trucks of garbage parked in the Mojave desert. Hot, rancid stinkyness was assaulting her nose and she could feel it beginning to run.

"FUCK babe, this is....ugh..." she groaned, struggling.

"Hey Jazz, would you believe me if I said I had more?" Donna giggled.

"Wha..no Donna, really, stop it. Please don't, plea-"

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-ROOOMP!

"Whew, that tickled my pussy!" Donna squealed with excitement.

While 4 seconds shorter than her last rip, what Donna's fart lacked in length it made up in sheer vibration and force. This was like the vibration of 6 phones at once all on Jasmine's nose.

"ew ew EWWWW!!!" Jasmine cried out. "LET ME UP DONNA LET ME UP!!"

"wait..."

....pRRRp?

"Aw, just a poot," Donna said with a frown and then let up Jasmine, inadvertently letting up all the stink in the air with her. Donna sniffed her own fart and covered her nose with her shirt.

"Wow, maybe I do need to poop," she giggled.

"yeah, MAYBE YOU DO!" Jasmine snapped angrily. "God, it's gonna be in my hair all night!"

"Aw babe I'm sorry, you know I get competitive. And this is my...kink you know so...sorry did I go too far?" Donna said with puppy dog eyes.

Jasmine took a deep breath (through her mouth) and exhaled.

"It's ok...I know how you get. And this was my idea, I guess I kinda asked for it."

"So I'm winning!" Donna said with excitement. "Maybe you'll be eating my ass pretty soon, unless you have any more?"

Jasmine shifted onto her side, then on her stomach, then on her back.

"nothing, huh?" Donna said, barely containing her glee.

"Not just yet! Wait wait..." Jasmine warned.

.....pfffffffffffffffft......

Jasmine released a hot puffy fart while lying on her back. Donna took a big whiff and sighed with joy.

"Baby that stinks so good. But...not really bassy, is it?" she smiled.

"ugh...yeah...and if I push anymore, I'll have to..." Jasmine sighed. "So I guess that means..."

Without hesitation Donna flipped over onto her stomach, moved her thong out of the way and presented her juicy ass.

"God, you're gonna enjoy this too much, aren't you?" Jasmine said rolling her eyes.

"You have no idea," Donna grinned giddily.

Jasmine brought her mouth in close, stared at Donna's cute little brown starfish and brought her tongue down. It was warm and salty.

"Ahhhhh..." Donna exhaled with pleasure. "you're so good at thissssss.."

"Uh huh," Jasmine mouthed while licking her lover's anus.

Just then, Donna tightened her cheeks.

ffffrrrrrp...BLOOOOrrp

"Oooops," Donna said sarcastically. "thought you could use some seasoning" she taunted after letting out a deep, wet fart.

"Augh, Daw nahhhhh!" Jasmine whined with her tongue riding up her anus. Donna's fart was seriously gross. It was juicy and had the after taste of, well, to put it bluntly, shit. Jasmine was now seriously regretting suggesting this punishment.

"Hey, you're loosening up my ass and you fed my gassy food, so of course I'm gonna..."

bLAAAPppt

"-ungh, so of course I'm gonna poot!" Donna said in her cutest sounding voice.

"UGH! Babe.." Jasmine recoiled. "that was NOT a 'poot'. Not even close."

"Did I say you could stop?" Donna snapped.

"Noooo..." Jasmine whined and resumed licking.

"Oooh ohhh, that's gooooood," Donna moaned as she gripped the bed. "Hey can you, kinda, stab it with your tongue? Like poke at it?"

Jasmine did as she was told. The movement was somewhat tiring, not to mention disgusting but a deal was a deal.

"Yeah yeah yeah..." Donna said, eyes closed and smiling. "Oh my god baby you're doing such a good job.."

"Yeah?" Jasmine mumbled as she licked.

"Yeah...you're doing such a good job I almost feel bad about this.."

BLLLAPPPTPPTTTH BLORP-BLAAAARP

Donna let out three deep, disgusting wet farts that slopped into Jasmine's mouth. Jasmine instantly pulled her head away and dry heaved. That was the most disgusting thing she had ever tasted or experienced in her life. Donna instantly grabbed the back of Jasmine's head and brought it back into her ass.

"Hey, I WON this fair and square," she reminded her. "Keep eating."

Jasmine was miserable but somehow managed not to throw up. She was now beginning to remember why they didn't do fart fetish play that often anymore.

"Have you ever had a past girlfriend fart in your mouth?" Donna asked.

"....no...." Jasmine grumbled while licking.

"Good," she smiled and laid her head on the bed. "I can be your one and only".

For the sake of my stomach, I sure fucking hope so, Jasmine thought to herself.

*******************************************

"Nnnggghhh..."

Donna stretched her body and looked over at her phone. 7 AM.

Jasmine had eaten her ass for 45 minutes before they ended up having sex and passing out. She looked over at Jasmine who was sleeping peacefully.

Donna sat up slowly and crouched over Jasmine's face then brought her butt down so it was almost touching.

"Pssstt....Jazz....hey JaaAAaaazzzz" she sang sweetly.

"Mmmm..." Jasmine mumbled, half awake. "Wha....baby what are you doing?"

"Between the two of us, I just want to be sure," Donna asked. "Who has the bassiest farts?"

Donna then brought her pajama clad anus so it was right on her nose and farted.

bwAAAAAAAAAmmpppp

She then put her full weight on Jasmine's face as her lover thrashed in bed angrily for 15 seconds, then let up some weight for her to speak. Jasmine gasped for air then whined.

"...you...do..." she said, utterly defeated.

"Fuck yeah I do. Wait for it..."

BOOOOMp

"Ahhh," Donna sighed as she let loose a booming fart that rumbled onto poor Jasmine's face. "and don't you forget it!".