By: JustAnotherGasWriter
It was a nice, chilly day in Northern Maine. Jamie and Harper had driven up north for a nice Christmas getaway to spend the holiday with eachother, renting a vacation cottage out in the woods. Jamie, of course, was in her element; she had spent most of Christmas Eve chopping wood outside so that the two could have a roaring fire for the rest of the time they were at the cottage. Harper admittedly wasn’t as excited with the arrangement as her girlfriend. She enjoyed time out in nature and the woods, but Harper was undeniably more in her element out here. She was still here to have a good time, of course, and had spent the day making a nice roast for the two to enjoy as a nice holiday meal together while Jamie was splitting wood.
It grew dark outside a good hour before the sun went down, as cloud cover fully flooded in overhead and dropped a fresh layer of snow over the top of their cabin and the surrounding woods. Jamie came inside and was greeted with the scent of the roast and the sides Harper had prepared, namely mac and cheese, garlic mashed potatoes, and green bean casserole.
“I was wondering when you would give it up out there. I thought we could have dinner and open presents together.” Harper beamed happily at her girlfriend, giving her a smooch on the cheek when she came in.
“Sounds lovely. Just let me go get changed first, do you still want to watch the movie too?” Jamie asked, smiling as Harper’s hot lips smooched her cheek.
“Of course, I thought that was implied!” Harper declared, letting Jamie go so that she could go off to the loft bedroom. The two had an annual tradition of opening the presents they had gotten each other a night early while watching The Nightmare Before Christmas.
Harper got the prime rib sliced up and made two plates with all of the fixings before moving it to the small cabin living room that had the TV. The fire was very nice; Jamie’s work cutting up the firewood was definitely going to be appreciated tonight, as even more snow started to fall outside. Harper loaded the movie up on the DVD player and got it paused at the start, then just relaxed. She had a pair of Jack Skellington pajamas on for the occasion, an outfit that Jamie would also be wearing when she came down from the loft.
Jamie removed the various layers she had on and then stretched after stripping down fully. Her body was aching all over, but it was well worth it to make sure that she and Jamie would be nice and warm for the rest of their stay. The frigid air admittedly felt great against her body after she had stripped down naked and hit her musky, sweaty body. Once she let her skin air out for a moment, she got changed into matching Jack Skellington PJs. As she went through her duffel bag, she was reminded of something else that she was planning for their visit out here. The plastic corner of a candy bag was sticking out from the balled-up pile of spare panties in the side of her bag, which she grabbed onto and pulled out.
“Merry Christmas, Harper,” she smirked when she saw the label, confirming that they were the sugar-free gummy bears she had secretly bought at a gas station on the drive up. She tore the corner off the plastic bag and then freely dumped its contents out into her open maw. The candy inside wasn’t exactly great; the artificial sweeteners left a lot to be desired! Jamie hadn’t exactly bought the candy for the flavor, however, and powered through the entire bag until there was nothing left.
“Are you coming, or what?” Harper called out loudly from below, getting impatient after having to wait on Jamie for what felt like forever.
“Yes, sorry! One second, babe!” Jamie called back loudly, getting rid of the candy bag before checking her outfit and heading downstairs to join her girlfriend for the festivities.
“Took you long enough,” Harper told her, finally unpausing the start of the movie now that Jamie was with her. “And you didn’t even freshen up?” she remarked after Jamie sat on the couch with her, noticing the sweaty musk that still clung to Jamie’s body.
“Hey, hey, I didn’t want to keep you waiting too long,” Jamie defended herself, giving Jamie a grateful kiss on the neck before taking her dinner plate from the table. Her belly rumbled as the gummies took an immediate effect, but she ignored it for now.
The two hung out for the next hour and a half while the movie ran, flirting with eachother as they ate dinner and opening presents along the way. From Harper, Jamie opened up a new fishing rod, a toy horse playset, and a few pairs of new jeans. In turn, Harper opened up presents from Jamie that contained a new pair of glasses with a nice fancy clamshell case, several new albums on vinyl, and a couple of squishmellow stuffed animals. After all that, the movie was over, the two had their fill of dinner, and there were only two presents left.
“You can open yours first,” Harper invited Jamie, holding back a grin as the blonde woman got the last box with her name on it out from under the tree. She had bought Jamie a gag gift, and one she thought was fitting at that.
Jamie tore the paper open eagerly, then opened up the small cardboard box that was inside the package.
“Gas X?” she said aloud, retrieving the bottle full of pills.
“I thought you would get even more use out of it than a pair of socks,” Harper replied, her face getting red from having to hold her laughter in. She couldn’t take it anymore and broke out in a fit of giggles at her little joke.
Jamie didn’t seem as amused as Harper did with the joking around, rolling her eyes as her girlfriend giggled at her expense. “Haha, alright, I get it,” She told Harper after letting her have her laugh. She went to the Christmas tree and bent over, grabbing the last package underneath the decorated branches. “I think this is the last one… it is for you,” she told Harper, handing the box over. “Here you go, honey,”
Harper stopped her giggling as Jamie handed over the last present of the night. “Festive!” She remarked as she took it, noting that it was a very stereotypical, classic-looking present. It was a basic box with red paper and a green bow around it to hold the top closed on the box. She gave it a few shakes after inspecting the outside and noticed both how light it felt and that no noise came from the inside of the box. “It… doesn’t really sound like anything…”
“Well, open it, and you’ll see,” Jamie replied cooly from her seat next to Harper on the couch, though she stood up stealthily.
Harper did so, noticing a small note card inside the box by itself. She reached inside and retrieved the small flash card-sized note, reading it out loud. “Merry Christmas, look up, cutie…” she recited the words. Her expression was blank, but her face grew flushed as the words settled over her. She looked up and was met with a familiar sight.
mmmmBBBRRUUMPPPPTTttt
Jamie had smoothly swung her caboose out to be in Harper’s face without her girlfriend noticing, and the payoff was absolute gold! The stench of rotting oranges and eggs dominated the stink of Jamie’s rip, fitting that the farm girl had some fresh juice and eggs for breakfast that morning before going to chop wood.
“Ahhhh, good riddance! I had to hold that in all day!” the blonde woman laughed, grabbing onto her butt with both hands. “Oh, and phweeewwwfff! That was riiiIIPPPE! Buuuut, I just know that you enjoyed that one, you perv.”
“Mmmmm, mmmhmmm!” was all Harper was able to get out, her face still bright red. She sniffed at the air as Jamie’s fart lingered around her and blessed her nose, and felt the warmth of a few silent puffs blowing into her face.
“Well, there’s plenty more where that came from. Why don’t we head upstairs for some more fun?” Jamie suggested smoothly, her stomach making some demonic noises. The gummies could not have chosen a better time to kick in!
Harper didn’t need to be told twice; she dropped everything and was hot on Jamie’s heels as she was led up to the bedroom for a night of stanky debauchery!
Jamie got onto the bed, deciding to start out on all fours. Her chest rested on the bedspread, but she arched her back so that her ass stuck up and out in the air for Harper’s sniffing pleasure. “Just because I’m starting out nice like this doesn’t mean you’re getting away from a face sitting later by the way, hope you know that!”
“I-I wouldn’t expect to be let off without one,” Harper stuttered and got on the bed.
She was able to be on her knees and slide her face right in between Jamie’s thick, stinky ass cheeks from there. Jamie slid her pajama pants down to reveal she was going commando underneath, leaving Harper with no lifeline or filter from here out. Harper was experienced enough to know what she was getting into here and approached with shy enthusiasm. Her own PJ pants sagged down a bit to reveal some crude novelty panties. The pair was bright banana yellow and had the text ‘WIDE LOAD’ across Harper’s booty in bold jet black.
ooobblBBLLRRRTTT
“Fuuuuuuck, that felt so wet…” Jamie sighed, her stomach still trying to fight her. Harper sniffed the humid fart with no reservation and started to rub at her own crotch through her panties with her left hand. The right arm hugged Jamie’s fat butt from over the top, keeping it stable in Harper’s face.
“You’re so wrong for this, Harper,” Jamie teased Harper in a smooth voice. “She’s so cute when she really gets into it,” she thought to herself, happy that her girlfriend was loving the gift (even if these antics were common bedroom play for them outside of holidays).
“It just feels so right though, Jamie…” Harper whimpered into Jamie’s freckle-covered ass, edging herself a bit faster.
BRRRVVOOORRRRBBBBSSTT
“You’re very brave for staying back there when they’re this swampy,” Jamie giggled, noting how the farts were only getting wetter. “I’ll warn you now, I ate a whole bag of sugar-free gummy bears when I came in to get changed… so if you need to tap out, now is your chance.”
Harper sniffed the third fart down and shuddered as the smell blessed her nose and the warmth of the gas heated her body up. She hadn’t engaged in kinkplay like this with Jamie after such a snack, but she knew from a prior unfortunate experience of her own how this was going to end up.
“Just… just please don’t kill me,” she requested gently, her horny brain not letting her give up on a night full of ass huffing. At least it would be a new experience!
“If you think that you’re going to die, just start bangin’ on my arse like a drum,” Jamie joked, her belly bubbling one more time. She sank her chest and upper body tighter to the mattress and raised her ass more, like a cat preparing to pounce on some prey.
FFFRRRARRRSST-FFLLLRRRAARRRAAABBBBSSHT!
“Okay, yeah, that one was wet!” Harper declared, coughing as the thick cloud of fart gas overwhelmed her senses. The fart was dense enough that it seemed like it could be cut with a knife, or by Harper’s teeth more accurately, as some of it shot down her nose and into her mouth. She swore that she bit into something as the wind rushed over her tongue and was cut by her teeth!
“Your time to tap is already gone, unfortunately, so you will have to… just deal with it, I guess,” Jamie quipped with an uninterested tone. She reached back and took hold of one of Harper’s pigtails, then used it to force her girlfriend’s face even further into her crack!
BBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRROOORRAAAAAAAAARRBBBBTTTT!!!
Harper got a break from the wet and bubbly farts, though it was only because the one Jamie had loaded next in the chamber was like a jet engine revving. Her right knee left the mattress, and it was raised slowly as the fart went on and on!
“God, that was good…” she sighed once the monster blasted its way out mercilessly. Just because it was a foghorn blast didn’t mean it was lacking in stench, either. Harper was treated to the same rotten egg smell as before, only for the fart to stink switch into something more rotten and cheesy. Dinner was coming back quick and with a vengeance!
“Ahhhhhh, well, I think that my charity has run out for the night…” Jamie sighed. She kept holding Harper’s face to her butt, but started to sit up with the rest of her body. In a few swift motions, she did an immaculate reversal move that resulted in Harper being flipped to her back and onto the bed. Jamie had flawlessly wrestled them into a perfect facesit! “Much better, sorry honey, but that was just killing my back. I hope that you’ll be fine right there.”
FFFLLRRUUURRRBBBBRRRAAAABBBARRARARAAAAAAAATTTT!!!
Jamie broke her new seat in with another long and bassy brap to the dome before Harper could get in so much as a grunt or a whimper. It may have been loud and proud, but it was also getting to be as swampy as the initial rippers that Jamie was letting out. It was tough, despite enthusiastic efforts from Harper, to get it sniffed up. Harper was feeling like she was literally suffocating or drowning on it!
“Woof… It’s really starting to stink in here…” Jamie grumbled, finding it harder to breathe herself now as her humid farts covered them in the room like a weighted blanket. Knowing what was on the way, Jamie at least had the mercy to pull her pajama pants back up to spare Harper from a total beatdown.
SSPLARBT-SSSSPLLLRRRRRRRSSSHHTT!
Aaaaand, there it was. The fart started clean, though the second push from Jamie was a gamble that she lost… and Harper’s senses paid the price. Harper felt the damp fabric of Jamie’s PJs stick to her face following the shart, and the stinks and smells only grew more intense.
“Hrrrmmmfff…” she wailed into Jamie’s swampy ass, but there was still a hand buried in her own panties. The stroking grew faster, and Harper felt herself draw close to a climax.
“Don’t go too fast now, that was definitely not the end of it…” Jamie groaned, her eye twitching as the stomach pain increased. “Fuck it… I’m just going to try and push as hard as I can. Good luck!” she told Harper, getting impatient with her own indigestion.
BBBBBRRRLLLLRRRTT!- BRRRAARRPP-BRRAAPP-FFLLRAARTTT-BRRAARRP-BRORRBT-BRT-BRT-PPLLRRrrrRrraaAAaaAARrrFfFFbbTTt
The onslaught of prime rib and cheese-scented gas was as brutal as it got. Jamie had even gone out of her way to induce some disgusting farts for Harper’s pleasure before, but this was a new peak. Small amounts of juice blew out of Jamie’s foul asshole as she blasted away, which only added to the foul shart mess in her pajamas. Harper was beaten down by all the braps pretty quickly; she loved sniffing, but she had already been whittled down and just did not have the mental fortitude to put up with the onslaught from Jamie. She did continue to masturbate all the while, though, and soiled her own panties with an ecstatic orgasm about 90% of the way through the brutal brap barrage.
“Fuck… I know that you got more than what you bargained for, but you’re going to have to take just one more…” Jamie announced, feeling one last bubble at her back door that needed to be dealt with. Before Harper could protest, Jamie was already leaning to the right and letting loose.
FFFBBBLRRRRUUUUUURRRRBBBBRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOORRRRRRRRARRRAAAAAAAARRRBBBBFFFFSSSSSSLLRRRRSSSHHHTTT!!!
Being the grand finale, of course, meant that this fart also needed to be the biggest and baddest of the session. It was the loudest, longest, wettest, and smelliest push by a mile. Harper was holding to consciousness for dear life following it, her brain fuzzy after having to huff down so many fumes. She would have been better off huffing paint and glue fumes for the last half an hour!
“Jeez, I think that’s it?!” Jamie announced and stood up from Harper’s head. Harper could swear she saw gas fumes and steam radiate from Jamie’s soiled seat.
The two stayed quiet for a while; Harper went and took a shower after Jamie took one, and they regrouped in bed about half an hour later. Jamie’s scent hung over them still, but they didn’t bring it up. Jamie had put a new cover blanket on the bed and, of course, changed into fresh pajamas. Finally, the blonde woman broke the silence with some heart-stopping words.
“Dude, those gummies still have my stomach going… up for round two, babe?”
Harper side-eyed her girlfriend, her heart in her throat after hearing what she said. Harper gulped, but there was only one response she could give.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” she challenged, knowing that she was about to be destroyed again.
Jamie crawled above Harper and grinned down at her, accepting the challenge. “You’re going to find out in a second… Merry Christmas, sugar, it's about to be your last one!”
Harper gulped as Jamie got ready to punish her again, though she held onto some excitement. “Merry Christmas, love you, Jamie.” If it was going to be her last night on this planet, there was literally no better way she could go out than under her girlfriend’s cheeks and taking the absolute worst farts her guts could muster.