Date: Thu, 29 May 2008 19:37:24 +0100 (BST)
From: famila 30f <fma30f@yahoo.com>
Subject: We Like It Most-2

Many readers have expressed their wish to read the next part of the story
as soon as possible. I bow humbly to their command, and furnish here the
next part. May I request the new readers to read part-1 of this story and
another exciter series "Mr. Sting" appearing in Nifty bi sexual
authoritarian section, to get the necessary prelude and enjoy better.

His mother who returned unexpectedly early from her business trip, and
found her son sucking my penis fresh out of his anus, was startled and awe
stricken. The room was filled rich with the odor of anal coitus, and the
peculiar tell tale combination of my sperm, mash mixed with her son's
feces, leaking from his anus on her carpeted floor (Her carpet was a cheap
variety any way).

The boy took his time and slowly got up and moved towards the bath
room. His young mother moved away into the interior of the house. She
turned and said, "Can I have a word with you when you are free?"  I
sheepishly replied, "I am sorry if you feel bad or hurt at what you saw. It
was not of my making. I just complied with the express request of your
son." She said," I am not angry or sad. I just thought it might be a good
idea to see if we can mutually benefit by being friends." I replied in the
affirmative and, we agreed to meet in an hour in my home and socialize over
a peg or two.

I freshened up and awaited her arrival. She rang my door bell promptly
after an hour, and was very attractively dressed, showing the right amount
of skin, to tempt a saint. Her smile was inviting and her cooing voice
floored me, when she said," May I come in?"I had recovered, from the
strenuous and satisfying anal sex I had enjoyed, with her adolescent son's
colon, and the grip and warmth of his rear vestibule was still fresh in my
mind.

She entered and we sat down for a leisurely drink with a large mug each. It
was strong beer for starters. I had a gut feeling there was more that what
met the eye. She was blunt, and asked me if I was a confirmed anal lover. I
said," yes. I am. I picked up the taste and habit, when I was in boarding
school. I had a room mate from Thailand.  l was like his husband and he,
was like my very dedicated and faithful wife, for almost a year, till his
visa expired and he had to leave."

We were both gulped down some beer, and our inhibitions started to wane
out. "I am originally from an orphanage in ****** ******"she said. It was a
country where they circumcise females during very early childhood.  I had
heard of it. Females were considered to be sex entertainment machines, and
used to produce lots of babies.  To those readers who might not be aware of
what it is, here is a glimpse. Female Circumcision is the act of pinching
out and total removal of "CLITORIS", which is a vaginal part, and happens
to be one of the pleasure centers of sex. This is performed as a ritual by
an unqualified and most probably, an illiterate old woman of the family or
a village neighbor. It is performed with unwashed hands and the instrument
of the crude surgery is bare fingers with long nails!!The pity is they have
no idea of infection, or modern methods of surgery. The word anesthesia has
obviously not reached them yet!! She was subject to even harsher
circumcision, and her inter

 nal vaginal skin had also been peeled out, much before her first teeth
appeared. This meant that, she had all vaginal nerve centers effectively
snuffed out, much before puberty. It also meant that vaginal pleasures and
orgasm was denied to her, and she had no idea of vaginal orgasm at
all. Although I was privy to this custom that existed in that part of the
world I was shocked to hear about it in a first person account directly
from a victim sitting in front of me. She went on to narrate, how most of
the women lived in misery, throughout their lives, and suffer silently, too
scared to speak out against this. The women folk had no say in anything in
this part of the world.

Nature had circumvented this male dominant cruelty with a quirk. The nerve
ends that were blinded in the vagina grew in the anal vestibule and the
anus was as sensitive as vagina to many such women. Men used their vagina
for their sexual needs, and to deposit their sperm, and for increasing
their progeny. Never did they bother about the pleasures of their
women. Most women had to resort to anal masturbation or, find a partner,
who will administer a good anal sex session. Their men folk considered
excreta as taboo. So a legal wed husband would never do it for fear of
wrath of punishment. How ever since the vagina gets loose and looses its
grip due to too much sex and too many child births, most men like anal sex
with their neighbor's wife!!!

This conversation went on for some time and she told me how she was adopted
by a childless tourist couple, and after a lot of effort convinced the
authorities, and brought her here, where she was exposed to civilization.

Her adopted parents died after a few years, and left her a moderate
inheritance. She had bought the present property and settled down. The
expenses were met by the moderate Interest from her cash deposits. Some
where during her adolescent age she had been impregnated by a sex partner
during a careless one night stand, which had resulted in her only son.

She had had many one night stands on and off. Most of that was `wham, bam,
thank you mama' kind of stuff. She was frigid in bed due to her inability
to get a vaginal orgasm. Her partners never bothered. Most of them did not
like anal sex, because it was considered taboo, by most religions. Some
thought it was unhygienic; some did not like the rimming and priming that
preceded anal sex. Some men thought it was just licking ass and tasting
shit.

I was moved by her narration. I thought of a mutually acceptable
arrangement. I directly asked her, if she would be interested in moving in
with me, as my anal sex partner on a trial basis, for a few days. She
readily agreed, and we decided to send her son to a nearby residential
school. She agreed to be my unwed anal wife, and promised to do her best
and try to fill the gap left behind by my Thailand room mate.

We had downed many beers during the interaction, and were in a good mood
for sex. She undressed slowly and provocatively enough to tease me. Then
she got me nude, teasing me and provoking me to crave for her anus. I bent
her over my dining table and sat on a chair, and pulled her butt cheeks
apart, and started rimming her brown wrinkled anal opening. Her improperly
wiped anal wrinkles had accommodated some of her fecal matter, passed out
some time during the day. The odor reached my nostrils after they were wet
with my saliva. The dry sour taste of her sphincter area provoked my
suppressed lust, kept locked in my mind for over a year now.

As I rimmed her and primed her, she came out with a rare request.

She wanted me to cane her bare butt, till it was red and swollen.

I had done it to my Thailand friend many times, albeit wondering how well
he tolerated it, in spite of me getting carried away. On occasions I had
caned him severely and bruised him real bad. It was surprising, he liked to
be caned and sometimes severely.

I had that cane with me as his souvenir. I smeared baby oil liberally on
her buttocks, kneaded her buttocks like dough, and most the oil was
absorbed in. She seemed to enjoy my ministrations with relish, which was
evident by her purr and elated smile.

I flexed the three foot long rattan cane, checked it for the suppleness and
whip effect. When I asked her how many strokes, she murmured "Set of
twelve, and real sharp. Will it sting like a desert scorpion?"

I delivered the first stroke with moderate swing. I did not know her
limits. She giggled and said, she would like to test my swing and power,
and see how much of a man I was. That provoked me and I delivered two
stings, one on her crown and one just below. She winced and let out a
coo. I knew she could take a real good caning. I kept a regular leisurely
pace and worked down, on the back of her thighs. After the set of twelve, I
could see a nearly parallel set, of twelve distinct lines swelling up from
the back of her knees, to the crown of her buttocks. It had taken about 20
minutes for the dozen strokes. She had kept her butt tightly clenched
during the strokes.

Some time during the caning her bowels had loosened, and some creamy feces
had leaked from her anus. She reached out and pulled her buttocks apart and
exposed her anal opening. I smeared some baby oil on my penis, and wiped
the visible feces at the mouth of her anus with a tissue.

When I touched her anal opening with my rather large penis (slightly bent
like a banana and stiff like a steel rod facing up at an angle), she pushed
back, and I entered her depth well past her rectum. I could feel her rectal
curve adapting to the shape of my penis, and providing a grip like I never
felt before.

I withdrew my penis up to the corona and quickly pushed it back in to the
hilt in a swift up and down movement. The sliding motion was even better
than my Thailand room mate. I kept up the long quick power strokes steadily
for about 15 minutes. I could hear our labored breathing loud and in chorus
with her moaning and whimpering. The piston action of my penis in her
vestibule pulled out a good quantity of her loosened feces, which began to
seep down her thighs and matted on my pubic hair. The plopping sound of my
penis moving and the sloshing sound of her mashed feces, clinging around
her anus were like music to our flight to Venus.

I wished I could do her anus for a good hour. After what seemed an eternity
I ejaculated deep in her colon, and slumped on her back exhausted.

My organ softened and fell out. She had fainted in her orgasmic ecstasy.

She came down from her private heaven after a good 15 minutes. We had a
brief rest and a bath together, and decided to live together. She suggested
that, the caning should be an exclusive treat, for long weekends, and anal
sex can be daily bed time activity, like newlyweds.

She expressed her complete satisfaction with my sexual prowess. We had a
lot to explore yet. Doggy, flat on back, bent over and standing, one leg
up, both legs up...!!The possibilities were endless.



Now readers, while you are typing out your mails to me, please allow me to
take another tour into her anal interiors...