6 comments/ 92927 views/ 7 favorites Arse By: KissingMarriedWomen I answered the knock at the back door and let in our next-door neighbour's 18-year-old daughter. She was still in her college uniform, a white blouse and short navy blue skirt. She immediately went over to my wife who was standing at the sink washing salad. My wife was wearing a simple short white dress and cork sandals with 4-inch heels. Her long slim arms and legs were bare. The girl knelt on the floor behind my wife and lifted her dress to expose her bare buttocks. My wife hasn't worn underwear since before we met – in fact she never wears more than the minimum of clothing consistent with being legal or warm enough. At home she often goes naked for days on end. She planted her feet apart and pushed her pert little arse backwards. The girl grabbed her buttocks and spread them, then buried her face in my wife's arse crack. My wife gave a little moan and I knew that the girl had pushed her tongue into my wife's anus. Now if there's one thing that really gets my wife excited it's having her arse fucked with a long strong tongue. It sends her into a sort of erotic trance – she doesn't actually have an orgasm, but gets very close. The girl tongued my wife's arse eagerly, pulling her buttocks wide apart so she could force her mouth further inwards. I knelt next to them so that I could see the pink tongue darting in and out, and could watch my wife's shaven cunt between her sinewy thighs as her pussy lips swelled and darkened and opened. Drops of liquid dripped from them, a mixture of her own juices and the girl's saliva. My wife was purring with bliss. I lifted the dress off her so that she was naked. Her nipples were big and rigid on her small pointed tits. I took my own clothes off and let my 9-inch cock spring out fully rigid. The girl was still working on my wife's arsehole as if she was trying to get her whole head inside. Every so often she would pull away for breath and examine the now-dilated anus, dark and glistening, then plunge back in. Her whole face was pink and wet and her lips were swollen. When my cock started to ache too much, I pushed the girl away and stood behind my wife, and fed my cock into her wide-open anus. The girl's saliva had lubricated it well and I could slide right in to my wife's hot tightness until my balls slapped against her cunt. I heard the girl give a gasp, as if she did not believe that my wife could take such a length and thickness of cock. I started to pump, giving her the full length on each stroke, and my wife just grunted with pleasure each time I hit bottom. I was so aroused that it was not long before I felt the cum rising in me. I pulled out so that only my cockhead was held in my wife's sphincter, and let go an aching series of powerful jets of cum. My wife squeezed my cock gently as she felt her innards fill up with warm semen. When I was spent I pulled out carefully and saw that my wife's anus was still dilated to the diameter of my cock. I nodded to the girl and she bent forward and applied her mouth to my wife's arse, spearing her tongue deep into the dark tunnel. My cum gushed out into the girl's mouth as my wife clenched her inner muscles. She swallowed hungrily as more semen squirted out, then licked the remnants from inside my wife's sphincter. She seemed determined to continue tonguing my wife's hole, until finally I pulled her off. My wife stood up and stretched, grinning broadly. 'Did you enjoy that?' she asked, and the girl nodded, with a worshipping expression. My wife reached down and lifted the girl's skirt, to reveal her small white panties. The whole crotch area was almost transparent with wetness, outlining her young pussy and slit clearly. 'I think you better go home and masturbate, don't you?' The girl nodded and stood up, smoothed her skirt and went to the door. 'See you tomorrow, eh?' my wife said. 'She's a little slut, isn't she?' I said when the door had closed. My wife reminded me that she had not yet had an orgasm. 'You want to squirt?' I said, and she nodded and perched in a corner on the worktop, her sandals hooked onto the edge so that her long thighs were wide. Her sinews pointed at her wet gaping cunt. I knelt before her and started to lick and suck. I slid two fingers into her hot pussy and found the pad of firm rough tissue on the front wall of her cavity. I massaged it while chewing on her long rubbery clitoris. Quite soon she began to moan and tense. Her cunt muscles gripped my fingers. I sat back and continued to rub her G-spot, and she convulsed and a thin jet of hot liquid hit me in the face. It was followed by two more as her cunt spasmed around my fingers and her whole body arched. When her orgasm had run its course I helped her down, weak and trembling. She licked my wet face. 'Thanks. I might be up for some more anal in a bit ... if you want.' Arse-Slut Jessica I go fuckin' crazy at the gym. It takes all my power not to stare constantly at all the smoking-hot be-spandexed babes thrusting out their firm asses for us men to ogle, under the pretense of stretching or doing squats or whatever. And then there's that damn thigh-toner machine which, gets them to systematically spread their legs, their cunt-lips pressing out from underneath spandex towards us men. Go ahead; call me weak-willed. One day at the gym, one such gorgeous young lady had been thrusting out her perfect, toned, sizeable, shapely arse, with her back arched like a tigress in heat, towards me all afternoon, giving me sidelong 'come hither' glances. Next thing I knew, I was on some machine when I saw her directly across from me 'toning her thighs,' her long legs open wide-to-the-max, showing me her cunt through her hot-pink spandex short-shorts, slowly flexing her thighs open and closed, staring at me with bedroom-eyes, her full pink lips opening slightly. Later on, she suddenly approached me as I was finishing my set on a machine. 'Hi, I'm Jessica,' her voice was pure female sexuality, pure pussy. She a was a unique beauty, painfully hot to see, cock-torture to witness, a perfect-10: 5'11', Asian, yet spoke with a perfect American accent, face like a porcelain doll (or if you'd rather, a rubber fuck-doll) spider-waist, long toned legs, huge fake tits, conspicuous steel nipples, a silicone-angel, ass-length straight bleached-amber-fuck-me-blonde hair with bangs which framed her angel-face, thickly black mascara'd lashes, skimpily hot-pink be-spandexed sizeable, shapely ass- a goddess. Her whole aspect screamed, 'SEX!' I wondered seriously if she were perhaps not a high-class whore. 'Hi. Steve.' We smiled and shook hands. It was a thrill just to touch her skin; her slender, manicured feminine hands caressing my rougher man-hands sending shivers down into my fast-becoming-heavier dick in my pants. We got to talking and she ended up inviting me to join her and some friends for dinner that evening. I wanted to fuck her so bad. How could I fuckin' refuse? Besides, the stupid dinner thing was obviously just a pretense. Damn, I couldn't wait to feel this girl from the inside... 'You know, I don't really like these showers,' she said. 'I think I'll take a taxi back to my flat and wash up there. You wanna cum in my shower?' Did she just say 'cum in my shower'? ...that wasn't so subtle. Bring it! I thought. Our flirting became more and more overt in the taxi, and my hand was on her thigh by the time we were pulling up to her apartment. Once inside with the door closed, she made some comment or other, and then immediately proceeded to unveil her spectacular arse for me right there in her tastefully decorated living room, inch by inch sliding her spandex and thong down over buttocks and legs to the floor! There was apparently no more need for pretense of any kind. She looked like a porcelain doll, a CGI fuck-doll, or a porn star, not least of all her completely waxed-bald cunt and arse. She stripped all her shit off down to her skin, and so did I. Needless to say, my cock had by then reached a steel-like state and was throbbing manically to fuck her deep, hard and fast. 'Come here stud, and fuck my ass...' she purred. Did she just say 'fuck my ass'?? This day was just getting better and better by the minute. I hated to say it, but I just had to make sure: 'You're not gonna ask me for money later on, are you Jessica?' 'No, Steve,' she answered, taking it as a compliment, 'It's just your lucky day; I'm just a plain-Jane anal-slut, that's all, baby. Now come over here and fill me with that fucking beautiful cock of yours...' She slathered a load of KY all up in her arse, turned 'round and spread her ass-cheeks open wide for me to see her sweet fuckin' brown-hole. 'You like what you see, baby?' she teased. 'Oh yes, Jessica honey...' I managed. I approached the goddess. I reached around and felt her big firm fakes. 'Oh lord,' I thought to myself at that moment, 'I thank thee for thy bounty!' I squeezed them tighter as I slid my boner up and down the valley or her spread-open arse-crack, and hot, drooling pussy. Her cunt's juices further lubed up my shaft as I slid, and my dick effortlessly and unintentionally slid right up her cunt on one of my preparatory strokes. 'Ooooooh! Not the pussy!' she cooed in mock disappointment, referring to my cock being up her cunt instead of her ass. She quickly relented, 'OK!' she gasped, 'but I want you up my ass, so don't you cum on me yet!' Velvety walls of heavenly pussy enveloped my sensitive fuck stick to the hilt. Pussy-juice upon pussy-juice made the thrusting easier than can well be described, as I plowed repeatedly in and out of her sweet slutty flower. All the while, she held her arse wide-open for me to see as I fucked her. We kissed, licking and tonguing each other's mouths fervently as I pistoned her fucking snatch. After a short, fucking-amazing period of pink-fucking, 'My ass, shove it up my ass now, stud!' she gasped. I placed my dick upon her arse, took a big breath, and pushed the head in. 'Aaaaaaaaaah, yeah!' she moaned softly and slowly as I slid my whole shaft deep up inside her poop-chute. 'That's what I fuckin' wanted! Now fuck it, stud!' She seemed delirious, a real anal-slut. Arsefucking! I pistoned my dick in and out of her pristinely pre-cleaned shitter, enjoying the sheer joy of impaling this inexplicably hot, toned babe up her arse to my balls. The tightness, the incredible rectal-heat, the slipperiness, just being dead-center up the middle of her gorgeous bum, her massive tits, her arse-cheeks, her unbelievably gorgeous young face, legs, and body, the babe's whole aspet, were Fuck-Legend worthy (whatever the fuck that means) and milking my pole to the bone at an alarming rate. My balls slapped her wet pussy below as I rammed her tight fucking smooth Asian fart-hole with much vigor. 'You want me to cum up your ass or in your mouth, you sexy fucking girl??' I asked somewhat desperately as I fucked her and approached orgasm 'Up my arse... I'll shit it out and drink it afterwards!' Her words pushed me over, and she pretended to cum (or perhaps it was real; who fucking knows?) as I blasted a long, orgasmic hot load right up her sweet, sweet tight shitter, slapping her arse and cuming hard as I fucked her tight hole. I pulled out and she took my spend dick straight into her mouth like a whore and sucked it hard and fast. Shit! Shit! Shit! Not such a bad fuckin' day, I'd say, eh? Unhurriedly, she fetched a glass from the kitchen, squatted over it, shat my jizz out into it, lifted it to her lips, and downed it all. It was kind of gross, but definitely kinky and hot as hell. 'You like cum then, Jessica?' I teased. 'There's nothing like it! Come on,' she said smiling and eyeing me again, 'let's have a shower now, and you can fuck me again.' And so I did. Fuck, what an amazing hot fucking arse-slut... Arseholes and Casseroles Rob sat in his room watching TV, the Sun bright and low as it streamed in across the floor as the afternoon faded fast to the evening. He then shifted where he sat for about the third time, annoyed as the light was in his eyes yet again. As he sat heavily on the bed, it creaked so loud that his mum suddenly popped her head round the door and said, "Careful you don't break that! You know I can't afford new furniture since your dad left." Rob glanced round, "Sorry, mum..." he said. "The Sun's in me eyes." "Well, close a curtain or something." She frowned. He rolled his eyes as he got up and leant over, giving the nearest curtain a sharp yank as it drew over. "See." Mum said, smiling, "Mother knows best." As Rob sat down, he saw in the corner of his eye his Mother lingering in the doorway a moment longer. But when he turned to face her, she quickly moved and went away. "Dinners' ready in five minutes!" she called out as she went downstairs. Rob sighed and figured he might as well go down now. He switched the TV off and stood up; a semi-erect bulge now in his jeans. He guessed his old mum had probably noticed it; and his bum when he'd bent over! She'd been divorced for only a few months, the result of marital problems from years earlier, Rob being their only reason to stay together this long. But as he neared thirty, they neared their mid-fifties. And now Rob noticed his mum's eyes lingering on him more and more... He started to fantasise about seducing her at the kitchen sink and giving her hugs whenever he went out, "for comfort", and seeing where it led. Rob felt like a new man. He hated his dad and knew he'd never see him again, so his mum was ripe for the taking... And he was definitely sure she'd heard him jerk-off at night. His bed-springs creaking with primal enthusiasm; his wad creaming over anything as it shot up in the dark!! Tonight would be the night; he grinned as he sat on the little wooden stool at the pine table. A glass bowl of steaming casserole was already set. A hot dollop of it on two plates, cutlery laid beside them. "I'm just nipping the loo..." mum said, as she suddenly stood and glanced down at Rob's steeple-like crotch, and appeared almost to wince... Probably going for a sticky frig in her knickers, Rob guessed, as he knew it was now or never. Without glancing round, he ripped undone the buttons of his faded-blue jeans and forced his rigid fat dong into his mum's food, his fist tightening as his cock twitched from the heat as sauce splattered about. After a good dip, he squelched his throbbing tool out, quickly buttoned his package up, wiped his hand on his ass, and took his seat again. Mum came back in and silently tucked into her food. Did she suspect he'd done something? She stayed quiet the whole time, slurping away as her lips pouted as pre-cum and sauce lathered her mouth and chin. Rob smiled thinly. Fuck, she was sloppy! "I enjoyed that." She said at the end, and sat back in her seat, smiling. Rob only toyed with his food and then quickly stood up. "I'll do the dishes." He mumbled, as he scrapped the food in the bin and began running the water. In the corner of his eye, he saw his mum staring at him; and he wasn't the least bit surprised... His crotch bulged, and probably had casserole stains seeping through. Shit, he thought! But he avoided looking down. Shit! He stayed cool and calm; and got on with washing the dishes. Mum then moved from her chair, round the table to the stool, and then she learnt back against the table behind, her slender legs crossed as her left foot swirled and bobbed noticably about. Rob glanced to his right, and smiled at her. Fuck, he wanted her bad! She slowly scratched the side of her mouth, as she sat there, just staring. And then he realised, she'd always done this... Slowly scratching the side of her mouth had happened for years. And it wasn't some female body-language thing, it was a Her-thing, and the bitch was doing it now. Wanting him, too... Rob sunk his hands in the soapy water, the white liquid sponk-like and milky as he finally turned, ass to the cupboard beneath the sink as he stood there, drying his hands on the tea-towel, his bulge shamelessly on full view. He didn't care anymore. He wanted to drink her juice. He wanted his mum! Her cunt! Her mouth! Her asshole! Heartbeats raged in his chest; and then he decided... This was it... "Can you pass me that cup?" he said. His mum turned, grabbed the cup from behind her on the table, and then turned back to pass it to him. Rob smirked and playfully tossed the tea-towel at her. "You can clean that!" he said. His mum smiled, and got up and done so. Rob stepped to one side, arms folded, as he now stared down at his mother's curvy arse in her floral-print knee-length pants. Her top, a little white t-shirt, and her pumps, matching and white, too. Heartbeats pounded in Rob's chest. Adrenalin surged through him. His cock stiffened hard and then... His mum turned to face him, cup in hand, tea-towel in the other, and then they fell-- Rob stepped forward, arms wrapped instantly around her, his tongue swirling defiantly in her mouth; his very-pronounced bulge jabbed right into her stomach! After several unbelievable minutes, Rob had his mum snogged to submission! He reached down, his wide manly hands clutching her arse-cheeks, as he heaved her up and slammed her down on the table-top! Moving quicker than she knew what was next, Rob reared back and yanked off her slim-fitting summer pants, and her skimpy pink knickers in one go! He grabbed both her ankles with his left hand, reached over and dipped his other in the glass casserole dish, and then he smeared his right hand all over his mum's little pussy and arse-hole, the neatly-shaven pubes of which already glistening from her ultra-quick bathroom fumble minutes beforehand! Rob stepped back and rolled his panting mum onto her belly; her pale white arse plump and now His forever more... There was no going back. "Do you want me?" he asked her, bluntly. "I always have..." she breathed heavily, her face pressed on the table-top, "That's why I only had you..." she revealed, "so when I did divorce, I could take your cherry..." "You're a little late for that..." Rob said, as he slowly wanked his shaft. "I know..." his mum said closing her eyes, "your dad wouldn't sign the divorce papers when you were nineteen, so I waited till now and sued him into doing it..." Rob grunted as he felt his shiny red nob touch his mother's sopping wet pussy for the very first time... "Forget him..." he told her... "You've got me..." he said, "Forever..." "I love you..." she sobbed, "I fucking love you, my man!" "I love you too, woman." Rob said tearfully. "I fucking love you!" As his tip became his helmet, and then that became every inch of his thick cock... finally, his wrinkly ball sack and prickly pubes then met with his mother's gash, as she held wide her own bum cheeks for his entry. For a very long moment, the lovers remained like this; both feeling the sexual rhythm of one another... Rob felt his mum's pussy twitch and squeeze his prong, and she felt her son-lover's tool fill and stretch her long-unused box. "Thank you for spreading your legs so long ago..." Rob told her, "You birthed the lover you're meant to be with..." "No..." she whimpered, "Thank you." She said, "You've give me reason to live each day, and now we're together." Rob pulled off his t-shirt and threw it away. From now on, clothes would be forbidden indoors. "Are you ready, Janet?" Rob gasped. "Don't hold back..." she said, "Don't fucking hold back..." Rob then slowly grinned. "I don't intent to..." he said, and then in one wet move of excellence, he thrust out of his mother's soggy pussy and straight into her warm wet arsehole... His quick thrusts building momentum as Janet rose her twat to fuck her sons cock. Her bum-cheeks wobbling as they slammed against his stomach... "Fuck my rooter!" Janet squealed; "Shit-stain your dick so I can lick it!" And from that moment on, every fanasy and frustration of these two lovers was unleashed... This was the start of A LOT of adventures... Arsenic and The Older Sis Dysfunctional families come in all different shapes, sizes, and forms -- and as far as any family goes, mine was no more or less dysfunctional than any of the other families that grew up around me. Nevertheless, we certainly have had our fair share of dysfunction, and my older sister, Gail, is the perfect example of that fact. Even though we were born six years apart under the same astrological sign of the Aries Ram, no two women could have been more different. From the time we were little, I don't think we ever saw any single thing in the same way. I always liked to tell myself that it was me who took after my Dad, and she who took after my Mom -- and as we grew older, the men in our lives would definitely confirm that for me, including and especially, my dear old Dad, himself. He and I agreed that Gail was, indeed, so much like my Mom was, but we used to say that in so many ways, she was worse! Being that Dad and I considered my Mom to be nothing more than a real "piece of work", to say then that my sister was just like her was -- in no way at all -- a way to be giving either one of them a compliment! And the sad facts of the entire matter at hand were that it was all quite simply the truth! I knew my sister was jealous and envious of me most likely from the very day I was born. It was obvious to anyone of us in my family that I was always going to be the younger one, the cuter one, the smarter one, and the prettier one -- and as a result of those things I wound up being -- not by anything within my own choice or doing, mind you -- the favorite daughter. That went as far as both my mother and my father were concerned. Indeed, my sister and my Mom had nothing less than a tumultuous relationship their entire lives -- always seeming to be in some kind of battle of wits in jockeying for a favorite position of grace within my father's eyes. However, their battles went fought for nothing as far back as I can remember, simply because of the way that my Dad always and forever adored me. And these things that are felt among the family members but are seldom, if ever, spoken seem to be the constant mitigating factors that cause that same family group to either get along well together, or otherwise hate each other's guts! Hence, I would have to say that between my Mom, my sister and me, there existed an awful lot of despising one another. It was kind of a love/hate thing -- love only because we were related by blood and felt obligated to feel good things about the other one, and hate very simply because no matter how hard we tried to love each other, we never could get past the negativity of it all. There is no doubt that the older we became, the worse the bad feelings grew and by the time my sister was on her fourth marriage to a wonderful man by the name of P.D., the jealousy she had towards me had grown way, way, way out of proportion. I mean a little bit of sibling rivalry is certainly understandable between any two sisters, no matter what the age difference may be. But the degree to which she actually hated me would not fully be felt for several more years to come -- that would be 30 years, to be exact -- the length of time that marriage lasted between my sister and, as I affectionately called him, P. From the first time I met him, P and I were instantly drawn to one another. I am sure the reason being had a lot to do with the fact that P was so very, very much a man like my father. But just like the relationship that I shared with my Dad, there was never anything untoward or improper about it. In fact, I never felt as if P was my at all -- I looked upon him as being nothing less than a full-fledged blood brother. Any woman in her right mind who knew what it meant to love, would have been thrilled to have such a close knit family feeling between her husband and her younger sister. But my sister, Gail, was never in any kind of a mind that was right. I always thought for sure she suffered from a severe case of borderline personality disorder -- but I was ashamed to say it out loud, since my favorite shrink of my lifetime, Dr. Rita, would shake her finger at me and shush me up for not being qualified, whenever I said so to her! So, it went unspoken. Nevertheless, I was certain that in my sister's twisted way of thinking about things, she imagined that at every holiday and family gathering, P and I were always fucking furiously away in another room, just because we happened to finish our dinner and leave the table at the same time. And to say that she made sure that he and I never got to spend one single moment worth of time alone together, is an understatement of the severest proportions, akin to an ice cube being able to remain frozen in hell! Despite her always constant overlooking of our activities -- P and I found our secret ways of getting together and communicating with one another -- namely known as the telephone! So for about 20 years, he would sneak money in the mail to me, to help me pay my monthly phone bill, which usually averaged somewhere around $300! Needless to say, in spending so very many hours of talking and bearing our most intimate secrets of our souls with one another, we wound up sharing a love so strong and we became so inseparable, that he was more than just a brother to me, he was my soul mate and my best friend. I also suspected that his feelings of love toward me bordered more on being in love with me, than I was with him. However, we kept sexual contact completely out of our relationship in every single way, and we never so much as shared more than a simple peck on the lips and a good hard hug, in greeting or saying goodbye. It was well into at least 15 years of their marriage, during one of those conversations on the phone that P and I were having, that he told me of his suspicions about why he was getting so physically sick all of a sudden. And when he told me his thoughts on the subject, it rang so true in my ears that I felt we had just shared one of those epiphanies that happens in one's mind about once or twice in a lifetime. However, it was not the kind of enlightenment that makes you want to jump up and cheer with glee at the very thought! In fact, it was such a dreadful and horrifying realization that it made me feel all queasy and ill in the pit of my stomach, and I had throw the phone down for a few minutes in order to run into the john to vomit. What my poor pal P had just told me was that he feared my sister was putting poison of some kind into his meals. And as time went by, no matter how much I wanted to deny it was true -- I could not possibly have a sister so evil, so cruel, so cold-hearted and callous as that! -- I had to admit and accept that, yes, indeed -- Gail was poisoning P very slowly over the years with arsenic. The very fact that he had contracted Guillian-Barré syndrome, which had left him partially paralyzed in his chest and lower extremities, was all the proof in the pudding that I needed to know -- no humorous pun intended! I think that eventually -- after probably about 12 years of poisoning him steadily at regular opportunities -- Gail was not just puzzled and perplexed about why P was not dead yet, but she was downright frustrated, angry and even fuming over it. (You see, as clever as you think my sister may sound, a certain aspect of her character will always remain stupid. Hence, she neglected to look up and see that continual poisoning of any kind will lead to a person building up somewhat of an immunity and resistance to it. I doubt very much she had the smarts to realize that in order to speed up his death, she would have had to continually increase the amounts of arsenic she was adding to his food.) So one day she surprised the hell out of him by slapping down divorce papers, packing all her belongings and leaving him flat. Flat she left him, too, because she only walked out on him, with nary a word of explanation, after she had cleaned out their joint bank account of the $85,000 he had hard-earned for his retirement. Despite the fact that P and I shared a love like no other two people ever shared, he still remained in love with my sister, for some odd reason. During their entire 30-year marriage, he treated her like a queen in that she never had to work a day of it. In my estimation, he treated her like gold the whole time -- far from treating her like the piece of ungrateful shit that she was and deserved to be treated as! So when she left him, he suffered not only from the symptoms of her years of poisoning him with arsenic, but also from receiving the raw end of the deal he got, not to mention also the horribly broken heart. Everything vital that was left alive in him quickly went downhill over the next couple of years, and he died an alone and lonely, broke and broken man last September. Now, my dear friends, my guys and my gals alike -- you may ask me what is my purpose and point in wanting to write about this, and in a sense betray to you my very own sister, by uncovering what are now -- truly -- the skeletons in my family's closet. Well, OK, I am going to explain it to you. When P was buried last year, with him went down the only other living soul besides my sister, Gail, and me, who knew about the way that she poisoned my beloved P with arsenic all those years. And for me to carry that burden upon my shoulders now, let me just say to you that it is not with any sense of ease that I do it, because of several reasons. First one being, I don't think my sister should be able to get away with doing such a horrible deed to any man, especially one so wonderful as Mr. P.D. Barnes was! My God, she fucking MURDERED the guy! Another reason I do not feel at all comfortable knowing such information is quite simply, because I am scared to death of my sister, Gail -- literally! I would not trust the bitch as far as I could throw her, and if she ever came and knocked on my door, I would fear she would be here to do me in, too! I know if she is capable of killing one person in her lifetime, she is fully capable of killing two! And God only knows how many others there may have been before, and may still be going on as I write this right now, with her hubby Number Five! So I put this in writing on my trusty computer, where I know it will be indelible forever, and now I cannot say that I am the ONLY one who knows! Knowing that you, my dear readers, now know, too, makes me feel at least a modicum of a safety net around me, should anything ever happen to me that would result in the appearance of my untimely death. The final and main reason I am writing this is because I have plans to print it out and mail it to a woman I only met one time, about 25 years ago, at the first wedding of my nephew, Michael and his wife, Mary. (First wedding -- yes! Second wedding to the same woman -- long story to be told to you on another day and time!) Even though I only met Shirl once, we became dear and fast friends, and I dare add that it was very much the same way it was when I first met her father, P.D., all those many years ago! That way, the ball will be in his daughter's court -- not in mine -- and if Shirl chooses to pursue justice of any kind, she could have her father's body exhumed for forensic testing. As they say at A.A. meetings, my guys and my gals, thanks for letting me share! Love and kisses, Leslie Arsewipe in the Bathroom I was sent to work in Leeds to undertake a work-study for a large pension company. It was the time of Miner's first big strike and I had to work by torchlight as most of the office lights had been switched off to save electricity. The Personnel Officer had put me to stay with a widow whose husband had died in service of the company. Her place was a typical semi detached house, and I was given my own bedroom with a desk to work on. The widow had a young daughter, 20 years old, who was somewhat plump, with died blond hair and attractive. She worked in another office in Leeds, as a Receptionist. On the first Friday morning I was busy shaving in the bathroom when Marion, came in wearing her nighty, sat on the toilet and had a loud piss. I looked round to see her at saw her thighs and part of her pubic bush. The sight excited me. I didn't say anything, keeping my thoughts to myself, but when she came up to wash her hands in the basin I was standing at, she couldn't help but see my erection sticking out of my pyjamas. "Oh" she said, " Have I got you excited? Let me deal with it" and she put soap on her hand and started to wank my cock for me. " I used to do this for my elder brother before he left home." I was smiling and let her do it. I hadn't had any sex with my wife for two weeks as I was concentrating on my work, so when I came, my prick jerked upwards, spiting a stream of spunk out. Marion, sitting on the edge of the bath, was hit by the sperm. "Wow, I've never seen one do that before!" I reached for the flannel to wipe it off her, but she took it from me, and wiped it off herself. Then she wiped me, as well. "What excited you? Was it was the sound of me, piddling? " "Oh yes, I turned me on." "You kinky boy!" I didn't see her again until the evening. I had been working up the day's figures in my bedroom, and then went to the bathroom for a piss. On my way out, I met Marion wanting to go in. "I'm just going in, would you like to watch?" " Yes please" and I practically pushed her inside. She turned round to the toilet, pulled her skirt up, then pulled her knickers down to her knees, and sat down. " Can you crouch a bit, so I can see where the piss comes from?" She complied and opened her legs to reveal a black hairy mass of pubic hair. We both looked down as she started to let go. There was a thick dark yellow stream spurting out from her foliage. I watched her hairy cunt with fascination; I thought about licking it dry, but the amount of hair stopped me. When she had stopped and reached for some toilet paper to wipe herself, I asked her if I could trim her bush, and when she said OK I dashed into my bedroom and collected a my pair of office scissors. With these I my hand, I started to trim back the mass of hair facing me. I pulled her hips forward to get at that part right between her thighs. I cut very carefully round her labia lips and inside the thigh, but I left a good amount above her to give her some womanly dignity. "Would you like me to shave you so that you can wear a swim suit when you go to Tossa de Mar" "Yes that would be good, I had thought of asking a girl friend but you probably could do a better job since you're so interested!!" I fetched my shaving razor, soap and my flannel. I applied soapy water round her cunt and gently started to shave her pubic hair off. I shaved all the hair on her thighs and round where a bikini would not cover. As I did it I could not help staring at her labia and smelling her pissy smell. I was definitely excited. When I finished I put down the razor and washed off the soap and loose hair. I leant back and looked at my handiwork. It looked good so I moved forward to kiss her fanny but I got carried away and pushed my tongue inside her and upwards to her clit. Marion pressed put her hand on my head and pressed it down making murmuring noises of pleasure. With my left hand I pulled my trousers down and my pants, freeing out my stiff prick. I didn't hesitate but pulled my head back and positioned myself to stuck it straight into her cunt with one push. "Ohhhh " she cried out loud. The feeling was tremendous. I held my prick inside her and revelled in its tightness and wetness. I slowly pulled back and pushed hard a second time, then I built up to a speed as was going to shoot when I had a sudden thought of pregnancy. So I quickly pulled out and thrust downwards. By luck it slipped into her sphincter being wet with her cunt juice. The sudden tightness was like a cock-ring; I pulled back and then pushed forward. It was as if I was being milked. I pushed in again and this time I held it in to spurt my cum inside. I slumped against her body and she held me in her arms for a few moments. I realised that I was on my knees and that the floor was hard, so slowly, I pulled out of her arsehole and stood up. I grasped my prick and looked down at it. It was all slippery with spunk and there were brown streaks on the foreskin. "I had better wash this," I said. "Pass the flannel when you have finished and I 'll wash my bum off". I used it on my cock then passed it to her. She crouched down on the floor, as she did, some sperm fell out of her arse onto the lino covered floor. Marion saw it, and wiped it up, then wiped her bum with the flannel. I washed it out in the sink. The next day, Saturday, Marion walked me to Elland Road where Leeds was playing against Sunderland. It was a draw. We went to a local pub afterwards and had a pie and a pint, then walked back to the house. Marion's mum had gone out with her friends so we settled down onto the sofa in the lounge. We began french kissing and my hands wandered to her breasts. Marion pulled back and undid her blouse then her white bra. Her breasts hung down and had large pink nipples and areola. I fondled both at once running my hand around under lifting them up. I leant forward and gently licked the nipples and the skin around. Marion squirmed under my attention. I moved my left hand down to her knee and pushed my hand up her skirt, it was too tight for me to go any higher, so she stood up and took it off and her white knickers. She had on a navy blue suspender belt and it was very sexy to see the dark straps stretch across her white thighs to her brown stockings. I dropped to my knees in front of her, and started to kiss the inside of her knees, then I gently pushed her thighs apart and moved my head upwards. I kissed her cunt lips and pushed my tongue through the narrow slit with its hair neatly trimmed. I looked up while licking her clit - she was watching me and laughing with pleasure. I carried on until she was thoroughly wet. I stood up and pulled off my trousers and pants, and gestured for Marion to change places with me. She knelt in front of me and played with my prick until it was fully erect. Then she got up and moved onto the sofa, grasped my prick and rubbed it on her slit, then, with a gasp of breath slide down onto it. For a moment she stayed still, enjoying the moment then began to move faster up and down. We moved together, I pushed upwards and she rode me like a pony, getting quicker all the time. "Don't come yet! We haven't got any protection". So I held myself back. I thought of numbers and calculations. Then she arched her back and cried out in orgasm. She rested a moment, then stood up, spat on her middle finger and rubbed it on her own bum hole, turned around and went to sit on my prick. I had to guide it in between her plump cheeks into her arsehole. It was a tight fit as she slowly dropped down onto my lap. I put my hands on her bum cheeks and pushed up, then I let her down again. Inside her it was hot and dry; I could not last any longer; my foreskin was being stretched down; I felt as though I was being circumcised. I blasted out my spunk deep inside her rectum, and held her down to enjoy the pain. Marion fell back onto my chest and stayed there breathing heavily. "That was some exercise!" "And painful too, but enjoyable." After a bit, I pushed her up and off. I could see her arse hole still open with my spunk oozing out. Marion put her hand to it and said, " I'd better go to the loo" and ran out of the room to the toilet. I thought that I had better leave her have a shit in peace, so I went to the kitchen and washed my prick with the dishcloth and dried it on the tea towel. We didn't fuck again till the Wednesday. I was working in my room finalising the study figures for my report, when Marion put her head around the door, and asked me if I would like to share a bath with her. Now this was the Government policy at the time, so that the cost of heating the bath twice, with the immersion heater, would be saved. I readily accepted and quickly undressed and followed her into the bathroom. The water was lovely and deep, about ten inches, which was more than the government had stated, but it was to be shared between two people so that was alright! We had great fun in the bath, I soaped her pendulous breasts and she soaped my prick till it was stiff but wouldn't take it in her mouth because she didn't like the taste of soap! Her mother was downstairs watching TV and so couldn't hear us laughing and splashing about. We dried each other off, having fun rubbing each other's back and bums. Then I wrapped myself a towel, and Marion put on her dressing gown, and we went back to her room. Suddenly the lights went out with another power cut. When her mother came up the stairs with a lighted candle, she found us clutching at each other in panic. She laughed and told us to get into bed together to stay warm which we did. It was a small, single bed and we had to keep close. We kissed and I moved my hand down in between our bodies to rub her twat until it was wet with juice. "You can come inside me now, I'm safe, my egg came down yesterday." So I moved on top of her and gently fucked her twice. Once with me on top and the second time with Marion on top. I held her lovely round bum cheeks and slipped my finger into her arse hole to make her come. We slept well in the total darkness, I presented my report to the Directors the next day, and then returned to South London on the Friday. The trains was unheated and unlit to show support for the Miners so the journey was miserable. My small terraced house, which I had bought the year before for £6900 with a mortgage, was also in darkness. My wife had lit our one paraffin lamp. We tried to fry our supper on the small open fire but we only had smokeless fuel, which was useless and the fried egg and bacon wouldn't cook. We gave up and played poker by candle light. I gave up after she beat me with a pair of twos! So we went upstairs to a cold bed and cuddled up for warmth. We treated it as a bit of fun as it was all new to us and we were doing it together.