The rumbling was coming from her stomach. Alma looked up at the clock and noticed it was almost dinner time.
“I think I’ll finish that delicious lunch Scott bought me” she said to herself.
She lifted her sexy ass off the couch and walked into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door, she bent down and grabbed the styrofoam container holding the leftover burrito and bean dip. She bumped the fridge door closed with her ass, walked over to the counter, scrapped the leftover Mexican food onto a plate, and put it in the microwave. Soon, the food was warmed up. Alma set the plate with her dinner down on the table and sat down to eat.
When she sat, her ass cheeks squeezed together pressing Scott's face hard up against her asshole. Alma opened a bag of tortilla chips and set it down on the table in front of her. Grabbing a chip, she dipped into the bean dip and took a bite. She then picked up the burrito and took a big bite from it. Grease and bean juice to oozed out the corners of her mouth. Juices spilled out of the sides of her mouth as she bit into the burrito.
"Mmmmmmmm!” she moaned. “This is the best burrito ever! I need Scott to take me back there sometime.”
Meanwhile, Scott was being squeezed snuggly in her ass, totally unaware of the large amounts of beans from the dip and burrito Alma was putting in her stomach. He laid there, unable to move, when he heard a loud rumbling from above.
‘Uh oh’ he thought to himself realizing what was about to come.
Somewhere in the bowels above a pressure was building. A large amount of gas was building up from the digested remains of the Mexican food. Scott knew he was trapped and, with his face pressed against her asshole, he was it the worst position he could possibly be in. He frantically pulled and tugged to free his arms. Once he could move them just a little, he reached up and scratched and clawed at her anus. He was desperately trying anything now that would get her attention!
Alma continued to eat her burrito when she felt a weird sensation on her asshole. It felt like a little itch. She started to squeeze her asshole to stop it. However, no matter how much she contracted her anus, the itch wouldn't go away. The pressures inside her had really built up by now which gave her an idea. How about farting the itch away? She readied herself and then forced out a big fart into the chair.
Bbbbrrrrrrfffffffttttt!
It hit Scott like a ton of bricks. He never saw it coming. He was frantically clawing at the anus then all of a sudden it opened up shooting a stream of hot putrid gas. The anus did not stay open the entire time. Instead, the flesh slapped open and closed creating a deafening sound! To make matters worse, Scott was being drenched with a liquid brown goo. Gross! It was the liquid shit of a wet fart!
Relieved that her itch was now gone, Alma took the last few bites from her burrito. She licked her lips and fingers. She picked up the napkin sitting next to her plate and wiped her puffy lips and fingers clean. She rinsed her plate off and left it in the sink to dry. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was now 7:45 pm.
“That’s weird” she said. “Scott should have called me by now. I’ll give him a ring and see what he’s up too.”
Alma dialed her boyfriend’s number up on her cell phone but was immediately directed to the voicemail.
“Shit! He has his phone off. Probably out getting drunk in some bar! …Hi, Scott. It’s Alma. You didn’t call me back so I already ate. Maybe we can still go out tonight or we could just stay in. I rented some movies we could watch. Give me a call when you get this. Ok, love you, sweetheart! Kisses! Goodbye!”
She made some kissing noises into the phone before hanging up. Alma stood there thinking. Maybe he would call her back or maybe he was wasting the evening away in a bar. If it was a bar, he probably wasn’t going to call her back!
Maybe she should go out on her own and enjoy herself or maybe she should stay in and wait just in case Scott called back.
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