By Kan on Thu Sep 3, 1998
[This story is written from a woman's vantage point, which is always nice to see.]
I had absolutely had it with Jim's abusive ways. I'd put on weight in the last few years of our marriage, and he was constantly giving me shit for it, calling me "Lard Ass" and "Thunder Thighs." We never had sex anymore, which was no big deal; I didn't miss his short cock and I'd started dating, occasionally fucking guys at work, guys with cocks that actually stuck out past their zippers when hard. But this night, this was the last fucking straw. I'd come down stairs to do laundry before going to work, hauling a big basket with me. Jim sat at his computer, tapping away foul-mouthed messages to various cybersluts, or those pretending to be, on the Internet.
I looked at him in disgust, and he, as usual, totally ignored me. Until he made the one last nasty observation that changed his life. "'Bout time you did fucking laundry, you stinky fuck," he growled, continuing to type, his back to me. "Fucking panties of yours were stinking up the goddam bedroom. Christ, what've you been eating lately, your farts stink worse than your pussy, if that's fucking possible, you fat twat!" Jim cackled with his own joke, his back to me. I looked down at myself. I stand nearly 6 feet tall and weigh over 200 pounds, and yeah, I'm thick in the middle. But my legs and ass are something else, long, strong and very solid. In my job as a nurse, I walk a lot and the lower half of my body is not to be fucked with. The guys at work know it. And the guys at work who fuck me, love it.
I'd had it, something snapped. I grabbed the nastiest, filthiest, cheesiest pair of panties I could find and walked over to Jim, flipping them in my hand until they were inside out, the yellow/brown streaks facing out. I smiled to myself. Grabbing his hair with one hand, I rammed the soiled fabric right into his nose, brutally poking two fingers into it, dragging the cloth with it. He was too stunned to react which made it easy for me to slip my beefy arms around him for a sleeper hold, immediately putting him at a point near unconsciousness.
"You want my panties clean, asshole?" I hissed, biting his ear, listening to his pained, subdued moans. "You clean 'em!! Every fucking pair!!!" I dragged him out of his chair, still in the sleeper, and tossed him to the floor of the cellar, sitting on his back, bending his spine under my ass. Kicking the laundry basket over, I mounded up a big pile of my panties, at least 20 pair, right under his face. I let him flop forward, freeing him of my arms, and his face was buried in the heap of soiled undies. He moaned and started to come around, the original pair of panties still sticking out of his nose. He groggily pulled it out and gagged. "You....you fucking whore!!!" he screamed, struggling to get up to his hands and knees, me still on his back. "I'll fucking kill you!!" I stood with him and locked my legs around his lower ribs in a standing bodyscissors, taking the bones clenched between my thighs to the breaking point. He howled in pain and stopped moving.
I grinned evily. "Pick up a pair and smell 'em," I ordered him. "Do it or I break your fucking ribs!!" He hesitated and I thundered my big legs on him hard, causing him to howl and lose his breath. Haltingly, he reached for a pair and slowly brought them to his face. They had been white; all he saw was yellow and brown. "Take a nice, deep breath, Jimmy," I growled. "D....Deb... please....no...," he begged, turning his head to the side to look at me. All it took was one snap, one busted rib, easily done by a quick crush of my scissoring thighs. HE screamed in agony and quickly stuffed the foul material up to his nose, inhaling deeply. He gagged and coughed, which caused him intense pain from the broken rib. "Dumb fuck, if you'd just smelled my crusty panty in the first place, it wouldn't hurt so much now!" I hissed. "Open your mouth and put it inside!!" He balked again, tears running down his face. I snapped the scissor hard, breaking another rib. He cried huge sobs now, trying not to as the wracking of his body was sending shivers of white-hot pain into his busted midsection. "Wash 'em," I said calmly. Jimmy's fingers trembled as he stuffed the entire panty into his mouth, eyes shut in pain, humiliation and from the rancid taste and stench filling his head. I laughed and let him go. He quickly pulled it out and tossed it aside, falling down and trying not to puke.
I kicked his side and rolled him to his back. Stepping on his nuts, I ordered him to lie still. He tried to obey. I pulled off my shorts and stood over his face, treating him to the sight of my thick, pasty-white ass, huge, hard, and shapely. I looked down at him. "One pair down, a shitload, and I do mean SHIT-load, to go!!" I spit at him, slowly descending, facing his feet. "Oh, by the way, that nasty smell you talked about earlier? Well, I've been on an all-veggie diet lately, not that you'd notice, and well, broccoli, cauliflower and beans gives me one helluva gas problem!"
Jimmy's tears wet my ass flesh as it covered his face. I spread my hammy butt halves and speared my cheesy shit-chute, thanking the gods for the first time in my life for his long, long nose. It was buried in my crapper, deep, and I felt the muscled walls of my oily pooper grip him in their stinky grasp. I sighed deeply and reached for one of many panties to be washed. I looked down. His mouth was wide open just below my pussy, gasping for air. I cut it off by stuffing the panty inside. He gagged, from lack of oxygen and the nasty smell, which offended even me as it wafted up past my pussy to my nose. "Whew, Jimmy, how can you stand it?" I laughed, waving a hand in front of my nose. "Better wash that quickly!!" I plunged the material in and out of his mouth like an old woman working laundry on a washboard. My belly grumbled. It was time for the second half of the horror show. "Mmmm, Jimmy, here comes all the side effects from my veggie diet, the one that will slim me down and make me attractive to even more men then the ones fucking me now," I growled. "Ready...aim...FART!!!" How Jimmy isn't deaf to this day from that initial barrage of belly thunder I laid directly up his nose is beyond me. It was a fart of the wood-splitting variety, those old church-pew farts, the kind you cut on a hard plank and it sounds like an entire forest being felled by one huge ax: BRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!
Jimmy twitched, spasmed, his whole body quivering under my clenching assgrip, and the stench that rose up from between my legs nearly knocked me off my perch; how it didn't outright kill Jimmy from being injected at supersonic rump-humping speed directly into his brain is beyond me. The force of that first fart was literally so hard, it lifted me off his face for a brief second, until all 220 pounds crashed back down, taking his nose prisoner in the slimy ring of my undulating asshole. "YESSSS!!!!" I screamed, pulling the soggy underwear from his mouth and quickly replacing it with another pair before he could breathe too much clean air.
I gyrated my thick hips, the spillover of my wide, fleshy ass cheeks embracing his face with a musky fury. My ass is big, but it has tone, and as I milked his nose inside my rancid asshole, I let the cheeks clench and relax on his cheekbones, bending his jaw in the scissors of my butt clamp. My belly growled again. I pulled out the panties. Reaching back, I yanked my thick cheeks apart and let fly. It wasn't as forceful as the first, but it was just as stinky: BAROOOOOOOOM!!!!!!, it roared, with a low roll of thunder on the horizon, a direct hit up both nasal passages. I could feel the membranes in Jimmy's face flutter from the blast and I looked between my thighs to see and hear the fart air funnel out of his mouth, having been rerouted from his nasal passages. There was so much hot fart air coming out of my ass now, what wasn't going into his lungs was escaping from his mouth, giving him the most horrible bad breath you could imagine. "Fucking Jimmy, have a Cert," I laughed. "Better yet, have some panty mouthwash!!"
Another pair of my rotten panties found their mark, deep inside Jimmy's moaning mouth. On and on it went, another pair of panties, followed by a 30-second barrage of stinky muffocation inside the cheesy depths of my ass. The smell was overwhelming, from my old panties and my shit-tainted ass air. "Hey, here's one from my last period!!" I shouted, holding up a pair with red stains along with the yellow and brown. "I figure you could use some variety right about now!!" Jimmy's scream was cut off by the panty plunged halfway down his throat. I used my fingers to scrape it clean against his teeth and cheek walls as my asshole was now in the advanced stage of flatulent incontinence, giving up a steady stream of sulfuric air, a stinging, burning torrent of heated vapor crystallizing permanent stink molecules along every abused inch of my husband's tortured nasal passages. There was little noise to my farts now, save for the occasional "Blup-blup-blup" of a particularly grainy one, it was just more one long, steady hiss of escaping methane. By the time I finished washing my panties in Jimmy's mouth, he was nearly unconscious. How he wasn't out and out dead amazed me. I spun around, planting my now wide open shithole right on his mouth. His eyes were crossed and soaked with tears,which were streaked brown from the constant anal emissions coating his face for the last solid hour. "You need some air," I laughed. "Have a little ass-to-mouth resuscitation!!"
I pressed into my ample belly to roll out a last, lingering fart of the BRRRRRRUP-SPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT-t-t-t-!!" variety, a huge mouthful that barreled down his throat, puffing out his cheeks, and searing his lungs. His eyes shot open wide from the sudden assault - and then he passed out. "Perfect," I cooed, getting up to tie his hands behind him, leaving him face down in the pile of spit-soaked underwear. Eight hours later, I came back and found him awake, crying and totally repentant.
"Debby, please, no more, I beg you, I'll be good, I'll be good, I swear, anything you want," he stammered. I peeled off my wet shorts and straddled him with my long, powerful legs. He stared in horror into the soaked mass of my gooey pubic hair. "For starters, you can say hello to a few of the boys I brought home from work..." I laughed, squatting directly over his face and working my pussy muscles, feeling the tide run out. "Bobby's first, then Tom, Ron, Steve and oh, yeah...BIG RICK!!!"
A river of cum deposited in my pussy from the boys at work over the last few hours sloughed from the recesses of my cunt and dropped directly onto Jimmy's screaming face. I reached down and pinched his nose, forcing his mouth open and directing the river of man chowder inside. He had no choice but to gag and then swallow each one of the 10 loads the boys had given me on my shift. It took 20 minutes, but when I was through, my pussy was clean - and even wetter. I sat down, forcing my cummy twat all over his face, jamming the come that streaked it up his nose so he could smell them and me. Spinning around, I steamed my soaked asshole over his nose. "Oh, forgot to tell you, Billy's here, too," I laughed. "He just came in the back way!!!" SPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT!!!!!! The comey farts exploded from my freshly-fucked shitter and spewed directly up Jimmy's nose. He screamed. This time I let him as fart after splattery fart bathed his face in foul air and other-man's come. I came three times from his screams alone. I finally got up and untied him. Slipping my shorts back on, I put my sneakered foot into his nuts. "Just so you'll know," I growled, punching his balls with my foot until he yelped in agony. "Tomorrow is dirty socks day!!!" He cried for a long time. The sound wafted upstairs and lulled me to a smiling sleep.
By Mr. Webster on Fri Jul 3, 1998
[ A funny thing happened after Part 2-- I got curious to know more about Billie: Where's she going? What's gonna happen to her? So, the story continues..... --W. ]
The ceaseless thrumming of tires on pavement lulled Billie. The coziness of being comfortably coccooned in her carseat-- the wind effectively cutting the heat --relaxed her into a nearly altered state. A disconnected succession of memories paraded by and seemed to be superimposed on the panorama before her windshield: her old apartment, bare and forlorn as she closed the door for the last time........the desperation on her boyfriend's face as he remained disappointingly limp despite her manual ministrations; fighting to conceal her pity and loathing....... the twisted sneer on the face of an old economics professor....... drowsing on the beach after a long swim, feeling her tired muscles melt and her skin dry within a sheer, salty sheath, the breeze carrying a comforting whiff of dead marine matter, coconut lotion and the sweet-sweaty combination of a thousand other baking bodies. She could almost feel that totally relaxing ennervation again...........
Billie awoke instantly to rough shaking and her heart leapt at the image of a utility pole quickly filling her view. Wrenching the wheel left instinctively, the Camaro slewed sideways before its rear tires caught and tucked her rear end in behind her again. The pole disappeared just past her right window, and as the adrenaline dumped into her system she struggled to bring her fishtailing vehicle under control and edge back onto the pavement. Heart pounding, she found pavement at last had started breathing again when she heard and felt a thumping underneath her. Cursing, she slowed before pulling over and stopped. She stepped out and surveyed her car, finding what she already knew-- the right rear tire was flat. She groaned and cursed again, then reached her arms up and stretched first one way then the other, feeling her spine crackle. Man, she was stiff. Tired, too, she observed ironically. Looking both ways on the highway, she abruptly felt weak and deflated. The rushing scenery which she'd controlled with a mere touch of her right foot had become suddenly static and imposing in its blankness. She glanced again at her useless tire, and decided not to deal with it until after she'd gotten some rest. And a meal, her rumbling stomach reminded her. She grabbed her purse, slammed her door and strode off.
A half hour later she spied a building in the distance. Getting closer, she saw a sign identifying it as the "Gas 'N Go Diner"and a large parking lot half-filled with semis and other vehicles -- a truck stop, and one which had long ago seen its best days. The blast of cool air as Billie opened the door struck her sweat-beaded forehead like a comforting blow. She felt more than saw the collective eyes in the place swivel her way. On both sides of her were booths mostly filled with truckers, co-drivers and their buddies and a few local types. Many stared from behind cheap sunglasses, lingering on and following her form even as they resumed token conversations. Billie walked carefully down the aisle towards the counter, trying to minimize the roll of her butt -- didn't need any of these guys thinking she was a hooker. Elvis complained, '...you ain't never caught a rabbit, and you ain't no friend of mine....'
She took the single empty stool at the counter and glanced up at the menu board. Both men on either side of her were checking her out with sideways glances. The cook approached, wiping his hands on his apron. "He'p ya, ma'am?" Billie saw no salads nor anything resembling healthy fare. Well, when in Rome..... "Yeah, give me a large bowl of chili with cheese and a side of vinegar fries.""Anything to drink?""Yeah, a glass of tea...........and a vanilla shake," she added. Her stomach growled in eager agreement, echoed by a nudge from further below. As the cook was filling a glass with ice, Billie lifted one leg and pretended to scratch her ankle while relievedly slipping out a whispering stinker. Feeling only semi-satisfied, when the cook brought her water she lifted off the stool to reach over the counter for a straw and released the stinker's partner. This one fluttered her cheeks slightly but was mostly covered up by the juke. A few seconds later she noticed her neighbor's coffee cup pause on the way to his mouth and his head incline slightly. In response, she swiveled her head slightly left then forward again, making a show of delicately wrinkling her nose. The man on her right put down his coffee cup, leaned forward and addressed the man on her far side in mock admonishment, "Goddamn, Glen, don't you know any better than to cut them thangs in front of a lady??"
Glen returned his gaze, blinking. "What're ya talking about? Don't try to blame yer work on ME!" Both men guffawed good-naturedly. Billie grinned weakly and resumed sipping her water, looking straight ahead. While the cook was serving her meal, Glen got up and walked around the corner of the counter into the back........
The aroma from her food was tantalizing and Billie dipped heartily into the chili, pausing periodically for a mouthful of the tangy fries, chasing them with gulps of her shake. The infusion of calories gave her tingles and lifted her mood. She was mostly done with her meal before Glen returned and reseated himself, sighing faintly. As she chased the remnants around the bowl with a spoon, a painful spasm gripped her middle and unclenched reluctantly, leaving behind an insistent, unmistakable pressure. Billie wiped her mouth before standing and heading for the back. Entering the women's room, she stopped before the single toilet. Christ, it was a mess--the bowl was filled with a messy load and clogged by a bloody sanitary napkin, and the seat was not much better. Goddamn trashy diesel-dyke, she muttered.
Her desperation nearing critical, Billie exited and eyed the men's room door directly across. She knocked; no answer. Poking her head in, she satisfied herself that it was both empty and minimally clean, though still aromatic from the recent occupant. She perched on the seat just in time when her bowels erupted in long-denied rebellion. There goes the pizza and ice cream, she thought wryly-- in with the good, out with the bad. The acridly lactic stench assaulted her nose in a massive wave, mingling with and overwhelming the sickly fumes of her predecessor. She hitched up her top and held it over her nose for the next several minutes.
Finishing as quickly as possible, she returned to her stool and began working on her milkshake. Luxuriating in its creamy smoothness, she hardly noticed when the man on her right got up. He didn't return until Billie was slurping her last. "Jesus H, Glen!" he complained to her neighbor as he passed. "What the hell crawled up YOU and died ?!? Almost puked myself, dammit." Billie giggled softly.
"I always do my best, Danny," Glen replied with mock seriousness. Danny reseated himself and motioned for a coffee refill. "See a damn doctor," he muttered. Billie dug in her purse and produced some bills which she left on the counter before standing up to leave. Twisting past Danny, she squeezed out a burning tracker fart which trailed behind her all the way to the front door, and which arrived at all the tables in turn after the door shut behind her. At the counter, both Glen's and Danny's nose wrinkled; Danny leaned half over towards the empty stool, sniffing, then glanced at the front door.
* * * *
Billie wasn't far down the road when a big, gleaming rig rumbled to a stop beside her, hissing. A face appeared at the right window. "Hi, ma'am.......look, can I help you with a ride somewhere?" She regarded him disdainfully. "Hey, don't mean nothing by it.....'s just I see you're walking, and I'm headin' the same way, I already dropped my load back in Peninsula so I'm....." To Billie's recoiling reaction he abashedly explained, "That is, I already emptied my trailer.....!"Billie regarded Danny's open, embarrassed expression at length, and laughed out loud. "That's what I thought you meant.....Danny," she added. "Well, you know my name-- what's yours, may I ask ?""Billie...with an 'ie', she said pointedly. "Well, I'm Danny Kelly......with a 'y'....both of 'em," he grinned sarcastically. Billie rolled her eyes. "I'm only only a couple miles down the road," she motioned. "My car." Danny pushed open the door. "C'mon....I'll get you there quickly, safely and comfortably." Billie shrugged, then reached for the grabhandle and swung her leg up on the running board. Beneath his rapt gaze, her tanned thighs rippled as she climbed up.
[Unfinished......]
By Lisa on Thu Aug 20, 1998
[This is a story I wrote for (and about) our two favorite people in the world, Natasha and Jillian. I threw it together real quickly today. Let me know what you think.]
Jillian's stomach rumbled again. She giggled at the stares from her boyfriend and the others sitting at her table. She and her friend Natasha where attending a dinner and fund raiser. There was a well dressed man in a grey suit on stage giving a rather boring speech. 'man,' thought Jillian 'I've got to poop!' She leaned over to Natasha. "I'm going to the bathroom." "Oh, I'll go with you," Natasha said, brushing her blond hair from her face. The pair stood, strengthened their beautiful evening gowns (Black for Jillian, tight and red for Natasha), kissed their SO's and headed off to the powder room. When they entered, there was a blond doing her makeup in the mirror. The stalls where empty, except for one. It's occupant flushed, pulled up her panties and pants and left the stall. She was quite striking, a cute little blond in a grey pinstriped pants suit. She washed her hands next to the blond in the mirror. When she was finished, she walked behind the girl in the mirror, put her hands on her butt and kissed her check. "Let's go, Lisa," she said. "one second, Leanne," Said Lisa. She puckered her lips in the mirror and the pair walked out, holding hands. Natasha and Jillian exchanged glances.
"That's nice" Natasha sighed. She loved it when others where happy. Jillian nodded. They took a look around. The bathroom was far from lovely. It wasn't that it was dirty, it just wasn't as nice as the rest of the restaurant. Jillian quickly made her way to the first stall closest to the door. She closed and locked the stall, pulled down her panties and nylons, hiked up her dress and sat. "WoooH!" she squealed, "that's cold!!" She waited for the seat to warm and then let her little butt hole relax. Natasha walked to the mirror and began to touch up her makeup.
A huge fart erupted from Jillians pink butthole. PHRRURT! "Ahhhhhhhh!" BLOORP BLOORP. She began to push. "Oh Jillian!" Natasha cried, "You didn't tell me you'd be taking a dump!" Natasha was worried. Jillians farts and poop fumes where positively LETHAL Jillian giggled. "Oops" BLORPS "sorry" POOM POOM POOM. "I didn't think it would bother you!" She giggled. "UNNNNNNNN!" she began to push. A big, brownish green poop pushed it's way out of her bum, landing with a plop. Soon, the stink made it's way to Natasha's little nose. "OOOOOH GOD! JILLIAN, I THINK YOU SHOULD SEE A DOCTOR. I DON'T THINK A HEALTHY WOMAN SHOULD SMELL LIKE THAT!" "he he he." POOMP! "Ooop! Here comes a big one!" with another big fart, a second huge, gooey log slid out of Jillian's butt, dirtying up her pretty white cheeks.
Natasha gagged. "I'm out of here!" she said, quickly walking to the door, her heals clicking on the tile. She took the handle had gave a pull. It didn't open. She tugged again. It didn't budge. She frantically pulled at the door. Not a chance. "Jillian" she called, "The door won't open. You have to stop pooping until I can get it open!" "Stop?" Jillian said. "I can't 'stop'" Ploort" you'll just have to take it. Ploop ploop. BLOOORP... PLOOORPS BLORT BLORT BLORT! "Excuse ME!" Jillian giggled, some smaller turds falling from her bum.
"OOOOOH GOD!" Natasha said. She felt queasy. "I think I'm gonna...." She grabbed her stomach and ran to the toilet next to Jillians. She fell to her knees , put her head into the bowl and.... "BLEEGH!" Yellow, chunky vomit blew from Natasha's open mouth, splatering into the toilet. She began to cough. "BLOORG!" another wave of yellow vomit spewed from her mouth, splattering into the toilet. Meanwhile, Jillian let out one last ear-drum shattering fart and flushed. She took off a couple of sheets of toilet paper and whipped her pretty pink cheeks until there was no more offensive material. She dropped it into the toilet and flushed. Pulling up her panties and pantyhose, she opened the stall and looked into the next one at Natasha, who was still dry heaving. "Ummmmm...you want me to hold your hair?" she asked.