Panty-Washing Night
by Kandor

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!!!"

PLLLLLLLLLLLLLLFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT!!!!!! 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.