Time restarts

Immediately Brad’s girly screams pierced the air. His hands reached around his muscular ass and tentatively touched the golf club with tears started to form in his eyes.

“My ass!! Somebody help me,” the douchbag cried, his hands shaking, clearly in too much pain to muster the strength to extract the club from his anus.

Nearby his snobby girlfriend wasn’t doing much better. The old man released a loud moan, lost in his own pleasure he grabbed the blonde’s hair and started to furiously face fuck her.

The brunette trophy wife pulled her face from the snob’s asshole, as she stared to gag, “I think I’m going to be sick, it smells so bad.”

“Oh fuck ya, you’re the best,” the old man groaned.

This pulled the attention of the brunette. “What the fuck Veronica, you whore. That’s my mone…man.”

Polly and I watched as the gold digger got to her feet and with a giant windup kicked the snob between the legs, striking her cunt with a loud thud. Veronica screamed on the old man’s cock while he plastered the back of her throat with cum.

The snobby blonde rolled around on the ground as she was coughing up old man’s juices. The trophy wife, clearly not done with the young twat, picked her up by her hair, “Think you can just blow my man, you fucking slut.”

“I didn’t,” Veronica cried.

“That’s my money, you need to learn a lesson.” The gold digger said dragging the whining snob over to a giant nearby fountain before dunked her head in the water. “Fucking whore,” the brunette woman said, continuing to dunk Veronica’s head as she cried and kicked her legs like a little toddler. “You know what I do with little brats like you,” the woman laughed, bringing her hand down hard on the blonde’s toned ass.

Polly and I watched on with glee at the two snob’s predicaments. Brad still crawling around aimlessly with a golf club up his ass, while his girlfriend was getting a good ole fashion spanking.

“God I can still smell your stinky ass you filth whore,” the gold digger said. “Think that thing needs a wash.” With that she grabbed the defeated blonde and pulled her over to one of the spouts of the water fountain that was not going off due to the current timing of the rotation. “This is what you get bitch.” With that Veronica was slammed asshole first down onto the water spout.

The blonde released a scream of pain and tried to get up, but the trophy wife held her down. Polly and I watch as the fountain jets went off in a circle rotating, getting closer to the fight duo.

“Time to clean out your filth ass bitch,” the brunette said, as the fountain next to them went off. Next a jet of cold water shot up Veronica’s anus and deep into her bowels.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” the she screamed at the unwanted enema.

Polly and I were now almost rolling on the ground with laughter as we watched the trophy wife finally let the blonde up, “That’ll teach you bitch,” she spat before returning to her husband.

Veronica pulled herself from the fountain with tears in her eyes and holding her ass in pain.

“Looks like it was you that got your ass kicked,” Polly yelled.

The Veronica looked at Polly with a glare that could kill. “Fuck you, you fat ugly cunt. I’ll kill you,” she said, stomping over in anger. The blonde raised her fist to punch Polly, but before I could stop time a loud gurgling broke the air. The snob’s threatening fist went to clutch her stomach. Her eyes looked around in panic, as we could see the fear in her face before she released a loud fart from her perfect ass pppppppfffffffffrrrrrrrruuuuupppppppttttt.

“Oh that woman was right about your stinky ass,” Polly laughed, plugging her nose.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” the snobby blonde yelled before she took off running still hunched over farting with every step.

Deciding I had one last trick up my sleeve I stopped time. Walking over to the blonde I had to laugh at her current situation. The once arrogant cunt was now bent over at the waist with one hand grabbing her stomach and the other covering her ass crack. Picking her up I brought her over to her boyfriend who was still on all fours with the golf club up his ass.

Ripping up the blonde’s discarded dress I used the fabric to tied Brad’s wrist to his girlfriend’s ankles, to cement the fact I heavily coated the binds with gorilla glue. Taking the douche’s face I jammed it between his girlfriend’s perfect cheeks, so his mouth rested on her puckered, mid fart, asshole. Smiling I went back to Polly and rested time.

Brad’s cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, as he swallowed his girlfriend’s vile fart.

“What the fuck,” Veronica yelled realizing something was holding her back. “Brad what the fuck are you doing! I need to go, I’m about to shi… I just need to go.”

Brad didn’t respond as all he could do was dry heave in disgust.

Seeing that her boyfriend would be no help, Veronica bent over reaching for the restrains releasing another loud fart in the process. The glue had rendered this idea pointless, which she quickly realized.

“What the fuck is going on, this can’t be happening to me,” Veronica whined. “Brad hurry the fuck up.”

“I can’t my ass, it hurts so bad” Brad coughed through gags.

Polly and I broke down with laughter as we watched the farting snob shuffle her feet, while her boyfriend crawled behind her with the golf club still up his ass.

The struggling duo got to the front of the club when we heard the blonde mutter, “Oh no,” before releasing another earth shattering fart Pppppppphhhhhhhhhrrrrrruuuuuppppppptttttt

With that brown shit water shot from Veronica’s perfect ass like a geyser hitting her douchebag boyfriend in the face. He tried to pull away but that was no use as he continued to get blasted by his girlfriend’s filth with the occasional turd getting shot out like a shit projectile.

Just then the club doors open, “Oh my good, Veronica is that you and Brad,” a young looking brunette exclaimed. “Haha always told you she was full of shit. Guess you shouldn’t have left me for her.”

The snobby blonde only replied with and animal like grunt as another turd shot out of her ass into Brad’s crying mouth.

Polly and I were crying with joy, enjoying the snob’s total humiliation when I finally turned to Polly holding up the BMW keys, “Wanna go for a ride?”

“Hell ya,” Polly said.