Group meal and windy aftermath

You hear a beeping noise and an odd sensation in your left forearm. Instinctively you look at it, rotating your wrist as you do so, causing your wrist-screen to open up. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Mike doing the same thing. On the screen there is a notification telling you there’s a new message from Paul.

Tapping to open it, a hologram of Paul’s head pops out from your arm and he begins talking.

“Is this working? I hope it is. Anyway, hi guys, hope you’ve settled in ok. Hazel and I have found out there’s a restaurant downstairs that’s exclusive to residents of the building. I don’t know about you but I’m feeling pretty hungry, so I figured out how to book a table for us all. See you down there in about 10 minutes?”

You see an option to send a text reply and signal your assent. You manage to tear Mary away from her fascination with Mike’s cum all over Laura’s body and the ten of you make your way to the restaurant.

Seated at your table, you can barely take your eyes off the stunning cleavage of the five women sitting with you. You are distracted only by the equally luscious breasts of the waitress who brings a set of menus. She is wearing a black and white uniform, not dissimilar to the traditional French maid outfit, with a top that only just covers her enormous tits and a skirt that barely covers her enticing buttocks. After handing out the menus she moves to the next table to clear some plates, bending over the table to do so, causing her skirt to ride up and give you an unimpeded view of her glorious backside.

After perusing the menu a waiter comes to take your drinks order and you clock that the five women’s gaze is firmly fixed on the considerable bulge in his smart black trousers.

The ten of you manage to put your sexual appetites to one side though and concentrate on feeding your actual appetites. Not a lot of concentration is required though, since the food and drink is absolutely delicious. As a group you decide to throw caution to the wind and go for a three course meal. The conversation over dinner covers topics ranging from the teaching sessions earlier in the day to the accommodation you recently explored. Rob revels in telling you all how he fucked Paul in just about every conceivable position and in each different room. You and the others share similar tales of your escapades while exploring your new homes.

After finishing your desserts, the buxom waitress returns to remove your crockery and you enjoy the sight of her top straining to contain her enormous chest as she reaches over the table to collect the plates and bowls. The waiter appears again to offer coffee and tea. Chris suggests the ten of you instead wander up to have drinks and continue your conversations in the shared lounge area outside your new flats so, after settling the bill - a swift process which involves a quick bit of wrist-scanning - you make your way back upstairs.

This time the lifts are kind and there is space for all of you. On the way, you hear a stomach rumble from one of your companions, you can’t quite tell who. Then another rumble. You feel your own stomach churning a bit and sure enough, your guts make an audible noise as they digest the food you have just consumed. In the few minutes it takes the lift to ascend, all ten digestive systems are gurgling away.

As you enter the lounge you glance at each other and giggle; one or two of the group playfully hold their full bellies. Your guts continue to gurgle away as you feel a pressure building in your bowel and you politely resist the increasing urge to fart.

Then the farting begins.

Rob has no such qualms and lets loose with a huge, rumbling trump, a proud smile on his face afterwards. Emily giggles and says, “Oh Rob, you’re so naughty!”

Barbara is next and her face displays a mixture of relief and ecstasy as the sound of her deep, rumbling fart reverberates around the room, her hand moving straight to her pussy.

“Uh, the vibrations are making me cum!” she exclaims and farts again, her hips instinctively thrusting. “I need a big hard cock in my pussy, now!” Paul raises an eyebrow at Chris, who signals “be my guest” with a shrug and a smile.

Mary approaches you with a huge grin on her face and straddles you where you are sitting. You grab her arse as she starts to passionately kiss you. You slide your hand up her skirt, resting it between her butt cheeks, the thin fabric of her knickers the only barrier between it and her anus, and she lets rip. You feel the warm, dirty air seeping between your fingers as you hold your hand to her butt-hole and she squirms in delight.

“You dirty bitch,” you taunt jokingly to her, breaking off the kiss.

“Mmm, yes, I’m your dirty bitch and I want this,” she replies, rubbing your hard cock through your trousers while fumbling to open the zip. Within about half a minute she has your dick out and, having pulled her knickers to one side to expose access to her soaking wet vagina, is bouncing happily up and down on your rigid shaft, pausing every few seconds to gleefully fart. You watch her giant boobs bouncing in front of your face while farting yourself, and occasionally take a look around the room.

Emily is leaning against the back of a sofa while Rob fucks her from behind. Paul and Chris have apparently swapped wives for the moment, with Hazel lying on her back on a sofa with her legs wide apart and Chris pounding his dick into her while watching his own wife, Barbara, eagerly sucking Paul’s dick while he enjoys the view around him. Mike and Laura are lying on the floor, enjoying a 69, him eating out her pussy while she sucks on his cock, each of them pausing every so often to bury their face in their partner’s arse as they fart. The room is full of the sounds of panting, groaning, the wet pounding and slurping of sexual activities, and punctuated by copious amounts of flatulence. The smell is, frankly, disgusting but that seems to turn you, and the others, on all the more.

You turn your attention back to Mary as her pace quickens, her panting grows louder and her pussy clamps your cock even tighter.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she pants as you both thunder towards a perfectly synchronised climax, your cock unleashing spurt after spurt of cum inside her as she grips you as tightly as she possibly can, holding on as if for dear life until your balls are drained. She finally relaxes her hold on you and smiles at you. “I love you so much,” she says, and you kiss passionately.