Rachel served up both her and Britney some food.  Both were extremely hungry and had one burrito and a couple of hard shell tacos.  Britney sat down at the table to look at the food on her plate, she was starving.  Rachel came out of the kitchen with a bowl of sauce in her hands.  She set it down in between both of them.

“What is that?”  Britney eyed it suspiciously.  She wasn’t one to try new thing.

“It’s taco sauce that I made when Tim was here; he said it was really good.”

“Well if Tim tried it then so will I.”  Britney started to pour the sauce over her food and handed the bowl to Rachel who did the same.  Rachel then proceeded to sit down, but instead of siting she jumped up and landed on her butt with great force.  Grinning she rotated her hips to get more comfortable in her seat.  When she was done getting comfortable she started to bounce up and down in her chair in a slow beat every three seconds.  Britney noticed and smiled at her cute little sister, “Is someone hungry?”

Grinning, “Something like that,” she said. 

You weren’t claustrophobic but anyone would be if they were stuck in a smell ass with the walls around them squeezing you every few seconds.  You felt the warm walls relax for a few seconds then a great force pushed you up closer to Rachel’s ass hole.   Now your face was touching the hole and could feel the sickening pulse of it beating.  To say it smelled would be an understatement.  You could tell that Rachel didn’t clean it very well because it felt wet.  Not knowing if it was sweat or the leftover residue of its last action, but by the smell most likely the last.

Your world started to move in circles causing your face to be smeared around the hole in a clockwise direction.  You couldn’t help but to have smeared more of the shit on your face.  You hold your breath so the slime wouldn’t get in your mouth.  A couple of seconds later it stopped.  Hoping that would be the end of the torture would be a happy thought, but this was Rachel you were been tortured by.  Again the pressure of the walls was lessened, only to be back with more pressure bearing down on your back.  It pushed you up against the hole just enough to push your face into it.  Screaming you try to pull your face out of the hole with your hands.  Then the pressure was gone, allowing you to pull out of her ass.  As soon as you were free you got a face full of ass again as the pressure was reapplied.

Rachel couldn’t stop herself from giggling at the feeling of her bug being pushed a little into her ass.  It felt great to have this much power over something so small, and the feeling was pleasurable too.  She swears it feels like it’s kissing my ass, it must really like it down there.  Continuing her bouncing she quickly picked up her burrito and started to eat.  Britney and Rachel talked about their day and what they should do after dinner.  They decided to watch a movie together.

“Do you think Tim is coming back,” Britney asked when she looked up at the clock to see it was 15 minutes since she came home.

“I hope not.”

“Well I hope he does.  I think I like him a lot.”  Britney was blushing now, as she told her feelings about Tim to Rachel.

“You like HIM?  How could you like a bug like him?”  Rachel didn’t understand what her sister found in that pathetic thing of a man.  He was wimpy, weak, and useless; there was nothing manly about Tim.

 “He is always there for me… and tonight I wanted to ask him out.   That’s why I wanted him to babysit you.  When he gets back I’m asking him out.”

You heard every word of Britney’s confession and you felt your strength come back.  You did your best to force yourself away from Rachel’s ass hole.  You squirmed as much as you could to push the cheeks apart.  It was working, you got a few “inches (to your size)” away from the hole.

Rachel started to feel her bug wiggle away Oh no you don’t.  She used her butt muscles to force the bug back up to her ass hole.  She hopped up and down pushing the bug back to its rightful position.  “Well since Tim isn’t here and dinner is done, can I pick out the movie?”

“Sure.”

“Yay!”  Rachel got up out of her chair and ran into the family room to pick out her favorite movie, Gone with the Wind.  Rachel knew Tim hated this movie which made it her favorite.  Britney finished with the dishes as Rachel started the DVD.  They sat down on the couch and cuddled up to watch the three hour long movie.

You were just forced back to your original spot when you felt Rachel hop in her seat; the force was greater than her bounces.  It forced your head to pass through the hole and get lodged there.  “You have to be shitting me!!!”  The fumes were horrendous, and it didn’t help that you couldn’t get your head out.  The muscles of her ass hole felt like a vice grip and no matter how much you tugged you couldn’t break free.  The conversation had ended; in fact all sound from outside had been replaced with an eerie silence.  A few minutes passed and your head felt light, maybe it was the lack of air or the fumes in this death trap that was causing it, but you know that you are going to die in here; minutes pass and you start to fade.  Maybe God loves you or he just wants to watch you suffer more, but deep inside Rachel’s bowels you heard a rumbling.  A gust of wind pushes your head back out of the ass.  Quickly you take a breath of fresh air to get some oxygen to your brain.  You only found the horrid stench of the force that saved your life.  It was worse than the rest of the farts before.  You couldn’t help but faint, stuck between Rachel’s butt cheeks and asshole.

Lying next to her sister with her head on Britney’s legs and back up against the couch, Rachel was enjoying her favorite movie.  Feeling a rumble in her gut Rachel quickly pushed it out of her ass as quietly as possible.  Not a sound was heard from her and she quickly picked up a pillow and covered her ass to keep the smell in.  Half way through the movie Britney pulled out her phone to call Tim.  “AHEM.  No phones in the movie theater,” Rachel said with a note of anger.

“Your right,” Britney quickly put her phone back and would wait until after the movie to call Tim.

The credits started to roll of the screen when Rachel sat up.  “I love that movie,” she said with a big smile on her face.  Britney pulled out her phone and dialed Tim’s number.  A couple of rings later she got a voice mail.  She hung up the phone and looked worried; it has been almost four hours since she came home and Tim hasn’t come back yet.  “I’m worried something happened to Tim.  He isn’t back and I can’t reach him on the phone.”

“He said he was tired.  He probably went home to take a nap and will wake up soon.”  Rachel didn’t want that loser here anyway.  They were fine without him here.  A few seconds passed by when Rachel felt her stomach gurgle loudly and knew she had to go to the bathroom.  “Those tacos went right through me.” 

Rachel hopped up off the couch and ran to the bathroom to release her bowels.