The Dirty Twat Twirlers Club

"Long live the smelly twat twirlers club!" they all chanted victoriously.

At this point Ben had heard enough. He walked back to the bathroom and started the shower. The whole thing had been a set up; the panties in the bathroom, the invasion by his sister, the visit by Donna. It had all been a wicked ruse, conceived probably by Donna herself. But Ben had an idea just then that made him smile. He would get his revenge, but first he would have to do some research.

An hour later Ben was back in his room in the corner where all his computer equipment was stacked. His search engines were all humming and he could still smell Donna Del Vecchio's pussy up his nose as he typed away maniacally at the keyboard. Several screens of flashing data surrounded him as he conducted search after search and refined his input information again and again. Then his typing abruptly ceased.

"Got it!" he exclaimed, his face glowing weirdly.

Ben had just successfully hacked into his sister's e-mail account, in fact, several of her accounts. What he discovered stunned him. The Smelly Twat Twirlers Club as it turned out, was quite famous on the deep internet. His sister and the other members had a thriving business it seemed. As he delved into her e-mails further the whole venture came to light. They were operating a busy mail order business. It all made perfect sense.

"Those dirty little cunts!" he said to himself.

A week later he cornered Brenda in the kitchen and presented her with a sheet of paper.

"I've got something for you." He told her.

She opened the folded paper and turned a sick shade of green.

"Where did you fucking get this?" she asked, dumbfounded.

"Not important." Ben replied, "But if you don't want this whole thing to blow up in your face, you'll give me exactly what I want."

Brenda didn't reply. She only stared at the paper as her mind turned.

The paper listed a catalogue of items for sale from The Dirty Twat Twirlers Club.

Two day panties were listed at $60.00

Five day panties at $120.00

Ten day panties at $300.00

"I had no idea you were so enterprising." Ben told her with a false air of admiration.

"You can't connect this to me." She finally replied.

"On the contrary, I've already put in an order which is on its way. It's all traceable to a P. O. Box rented by you. As well as the electronic payment account." He revealed smugly.

Brenda fell silent.

"I wonder what those ten day panties are like after being worn that long?!" he quipped, "Can you even get near them?"

Brenda wanted to tell him to fuck off, but she knew he had her. She smiled.

"Well, you should know. You seem to be a big fan."

"Sure, in fact, I want to sample a pair of those ten day panties today! I'm just so damn curious!" he retorted.

Brenda looked worried.

"But we're sold out." She said.

"Check your back stock!" he told her, "I want them delivered this afternoon!"

With this Ben walked away.

Later in the day his sister delivered a small box to him. She stood there as he opened it. A single pair of yellowed and brown tinged panties lay inside.

"This is the best I could do." She told him, "Eight days."

Ben opened the baggy that contained them and then brought it to his nose. He drew his head back quickly.

"Jesus!" he said, "It's a wonder the fabric hasn't dissolved!"

"That's why these go for a premium." His sister reminded him.

It was then that he realized his sister and these other girls in the club were just like drug pushers, starting their clients off on the two day panties and then moving them on insidiously to the hard stuff.

"Okay," Ben replied, "Now I want all of you to be in your room tomorrow at 2 o'clock for a little meeting."

"What do you mean?" Brenda asked with a concerned tone.

"I want all of you dressed only in your underwear. Your old underwear." He instructed before guiding his sister out of the door.

That night Ben tried to build up a tolerance to the eight day panties but was driven back each time by their ammonia-based toxicity. He was still an amateur after all.

The next day Ben put on his speedo swim trunks and wore his cowboy hat and sunglasses to his sister's bedroom. The Smelly Twat Twirlers Club were all there. Susan opened the door as Brenda stood stiffly with her arms folded in front of her night table. Another club member Ben had never seen before sat on Brenda's bed next to Donna.

"This is Kiki." Susan interjected as she motioned to the unknown member.

Ben waved to her and smiled. He pulled up a chair and sat down in the middle of the room.

"Well ladies, I must admit, I'm impressed." He said as he looked around the room at all the club members dressed in their scant attire.

He took off his hat and put his nose up into the air.

"Smells wonderfully ripe in here!" he proclaimed.

Brenda shifted from side to side nervously.

"So what's this all about, Ben?" she asked.

"Well, I'm afraid those eight day panties just didn't do it for me. I'm looking for fresher stock." He told them.

"We can give you all the panties you want. So what else?" she continued.

Ben looked at the panties the brown-skinned Kiki was wearing and gestured.

"These look well-aged." He said.

"They're five days." Kiki told him with impish pride.

Ben was intrigued.

"Let me see them." He told her.

Kiki looked nervously at Brenda and then her smile returned.

"Sure." She said.

She then leaned back and pulled her legs up to her stomach and worked the panties out from beneath her. She pulled them up over her thin legs and then handed them to him. The panties were white cotton with little daisies on them and they were still moist. The crotch was stained yellow. He brought them to his face and the rush he had felt that first time in the bathroom returned to him. His mind started to fog over as he drew in her rich ass scent while staring at the dark meat of her exposed cunt. She kept her legs drawn up into her body for him so he could get a full view of it. Ben now felt his control slipping away. Somehow his speedos came down and his engorged cock made its way out. In a dream-like state he began to stroke himself to Kiki's multisensory twat stimuli. The smell of her ass made him light-headed, but the sight of her unwashed, Mexican fuck hole goaded him like a bull. He knew he had to mount her at that point. He stood and let his bathing suit drop to his ankles. His prick was fully erect and Kiki seemed fascinated, but also afraid as he moved towards her with her panties still held over his nose.

"That one's too big for me!" she said looking down at Ben's prick.

But the other members encouraged him. They moved in around them and promoted the coupling. As Ben moved on top of her, Susan massaged his ass and Donna held back one of Kiki's legs. Kiki was complying but with trepidation. When Ben guided his meat into her, it took a rough push to get it inside.

"Iye!" she called out as his prick surged in.

He pushed himself up over her and supported his weight with both arms. Then he told Brenda to hold Kiki's panties to his face.

"Fuck that dirty twat, Ben!" Donna exhorted.

Ben delved into Kiki's slick, smelly cunt like an expert and he was soon fucking her with a hard rhythm as she made little cooing sounds. With her ass scent surging into his nose and her dirty cunt pulling away at his meat, Ben was headed for a quick ejaculation and he knew it. But somehow he gained enough control of his mind to pull out of her and bring his full blown member over to Donna. He took her by the hair and slapped his meat with Kiki's ripe juices onto her face. Then he moved the gland against her lips.

"Suck it!" he commanded.

Donna seemed indignant, but she opened her mouth anyway and took him in. He watched as his poon-soaked cock slid against the tension of her full lips.

"How does that taste?" he asked her.

Donna only looked up at him with submissive eyes and continued to suck.

He kept slowly guiding his smelly penis into her mouth as he held her head. She choked a few times and then her eyes started to water. He liked seeing this. Her face was his fuck hole now. Finally he pulled his member out of her mouth and they all thought he was going to finish in Kiki, but he took Donna by the arm and made her kneel on the bed. Then he pulled her underwear off and guided his sizeable meat into her stinking snatch. Her eyes opened wide as her brown-lipped Italian cunt was forced apart.

"How does the piss queen like my cock?!" he asked her.

No reply came as Donna's mouth was now as wide as her eyes from the scale of the invasion.

He breathed her rising stink in deeply with each thrust of his hips.

"Oh yeah!" he exclaimed as the sound of her ripe, penetrated wetness became audible.

Ben was flying again so he wasn't aware that the other three had gathered around them. Brenda was pushing his ass into Donna with her hand from behind while Kiki played with Donna's clit.

Their exhortations began to echo as his mind rose on the musky fumes coming off Donna Del Vecchio's ass. His cock was getting bigger, but still moving easily inside her, banging up firmly against her cervix. She was taking all of him and was lost in the power of the moment herself. Then Ben reached down and grabbed her hair and started pumping her with more authority. With this Donna looked back over her shoulder as if to protest, but Ben was too far gone to care. She was now getting exactly what her pussy was putting out. It was all justified karma. Ben started breathing erratically as their colliding bodies began to make a loud slapping sound. Then his cock and balls tightened and brought his mind back to the ground.

"Ah, fuck!" Long, nasal inhalation, "Ah, Jesus!" Long, nasal inhalation.

Donna's wet, firm stench was carrying him over, hugging his gland like a constricting snake. Ben's knees started to tremble and then the feeling rumbled up into the rest of his body. As he felt his prostate begin to pulse he withdrawn his glazed member from her dirty hole and pulled her down off the bed to her knees. She was his cum prey now. He held her by the bangs and stroked his sweaty load out onto her wincing face.

"OOOOHHHHH!!" he yelled like an alpha beast in the wild!

Ben felt his balls being rubbed by Brenda as the pulsations continued to wrack his frame.

"AAAAAHHHH!!" he yelled out again.

When he had evacuated his last salvo of semen onto Donna's forehead, he made her lick his balls and then suck him dry. As she removed the last bit of cum from his urethra, he released two long jets of urine down into her throat. She swallowed both involuntarily.

With Donna Del Vecchio's face now loaded down with his semen and glistening with Kiki's and her own stinking poon, he felt as satisfied as she had felt that day in his room. She had gotten a taste of her own smelly twat and a dose of her own medicine. So much for dirty cunt tactics, he thought!

It was only then he realized Susan had been holding Donna's panties over his nose the whole time. He looked down at them absently. Yes, he would take them with him and get all the orders he wanted in the future for free. It seemed he would always be a sucker for a good dirty twat! He was hooked for life now.