Bastienne and I had been friends for years, but lately, things had taken an unusual turn. She had confessed her love for all things related to farts - from the silliest fart jokes to the most daring farting games. And when she proposed the idea of a fart worship session, I knew I had to be a part of it.
We met at her place after work, both of us dressed casually and eagerly awaiting the night's festivities. There was an air of excitement mixed with nervous anticipation as we settled onto the plush couch in her living room. The smell of buttered popcorn filled the air, a scent that was both inviting and slightly off-putting in this context.
Bastienne broke the silence by pulling a small jar from her bag. "I made special butter just for this occasion," she announced, uncapping the jar and revealing a thick, white substance within. "It's made from my own ass cheeks," she continued, a twinkle in her eye. "I figured it would make things more authentic."
Before I could respond, she reached over and smeared some of the butter on my lips, making me taste it. The salty, sour tang of her body mixed with the rich butter flavor was not unpleasant; it was actually quite stimulating. I felt a faint stirring between my legs as I licked the last remnants of butter from my lips.
"Okay, let's do this," I said, my voice betraying my excitement. Bastienne grinned and nodded, then hesitated for a moment before unsnapping her black lace panties. She carefully pulled them down, revealing her tight little asshole, puckered and ready for action.
I leaned forward and started to lick and kiss her asshole, savoring the subtle flavors that danced on my tongue. As I worked my magic with my tongue, I could feel the pressure building up inside Bastienne's ass - she was ready to unleash a fart bomb.
Suddenly, without warning, she let loose with a powerful fart that shook her entire body. The room was filled with the earthy smell of rotten eggs and sweaty socks as the force of the fart propelled a small turd out of her asshole. It landed with a soft splat on the carpet before rolling slowly toward us.
As I watched in amazement, another even bigger fart erupted from Bastienne's ass, sending a shower of turds cascading over my head and shoulders. I couldn't help but chuckle as I scooped up some of the smaller ones and put them in my mouth, savoring the unmistakable flavor of genuine ass.
We continued like this for what seemed like hours, each of us taking turns farting and eating until we were both exhausted and couldn't take it anymore. As we lay there, panting and covered in each other's shit, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder - who would have thought that something so disgusting could be so damn arousing?
"That was... incredible," I managed to get out between gasps for air. Bastienne smiled weakly and nodded, her eyes glassy with pleasure and fatigue. "Do you think we can do this again sometime?" she asked softly, reaching out to hold my hand.
And as we lay there in each other's filth, I knew that this was something special - something that only true fart lovers could appreciate. And as long as we had each other, we could love our juvenile fetish and indulge in our mutual passion for buttfarts - no matter how disgusting or exhilarating it might be.
