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If you like inter racial and anal, you may enjoy this short story. All characters are fictitious. This has the same basis, but different outcome to the first Jala’s Punishment.
If there was one thing I had never tried, it was anal. In a sexually active life from late teens through twenties and into my thirties, I had enjoyed quite a variety. I had been jacked off, cocksucked, done my fair share of tit-fucking, plenty of cunt fucking from basic missionary, to doggy style, wheelbarrow, side-on, woman on top, all in various places and times. Young women, middle aged and mature, thin, fat and in-between. White, black or middle east and given and enjoyed it all. But never anal.
In a multi-cultural city where I lived, it wasn’t surprising one friend of mine was from a Pakistani family. We started off by bidding against each other at car auctions, but eventually got on pretty well. In fact, I was often invited to his home for a cup of coffee and a chat about the evening’s sales. I always knew we were near the house, as I could hear his mother-in-law screeching at somebody, either his wife or their children. Even in the house, she would keep up some kind of criticism.
I didn’t speak their language, but the meanings were obvious, as was the embarrassment of his wife or himself. Although it was his house, mother-in-law was widowed and after their custom, lived with him and his family, and reckoned she ran the place. Not a tall woman, what you could see of her face through the head-covering was sharp and lined with anger wrinkles. Difficult to judge her body, covered as it was in traditional, voluminous dress, but there was enough movement to reckon she had wide hips, and probably arse to match.
Jalal, my friend, was not really allowed alcohol, but I knew a small pub where he would not be known as a local, and we often called in after an auction. It was easy to get him to loosen up, and one evening in November, he really let his feelings known. About his mother-in-law! She had been giving him serious ear-ache about his drinking, and this night he had just about had enough.
“Why is she always in such a bad temper,” I asked Jalal.
“I do believe,” he said, in a slurred voice as drink took effect, “I do believe it is because she has no sex.”
I laughed at his drunken seriousness.
“No, no, my friend. My father-in-law, a good man, died just after I married his beautiful daughter, and her mother always hated me. You see she always embarrass me. It is enough! She must be punished!”
The last words were almost shouted, causing a few heads to turn. I decided he had had enough drink, so quickly finishing my own beer, I steered Jalal out of the door and into my car. As we drove, he continued to mumble, almost to himself.
“Sex, sex, she must be f-f-fucked!”
The cold night air coming through the side screen of the car was beginning to sober Jalal. But not much. Seeing this, but observing he was still angry with his mother in law, I tried to lighten the conversation.
“But,” I suggested, “if she needs fucking to relieve her, surely that would not be a punishment?”
Jalal considered this for a while. Then his face brightened.
“Aha!” he cried, thumping his knee, but missing and knocking the gear lever into neutral, “it is forbidden to use the, what is it, the shitter. A man forcing her so will humiliate her, and if it also gives her pleasure, that will humiliate her even more so.”
“I can’t see your wife being happy at her husband ass-fucking her mother,” I replied.
“Ah, ass-fucking. I like the word,” he laughed. “No, no, as you are my most trusted friend, you will do this for me. For us!”
Knowing that in his half-drunk state, argument would turn him angry, I decided to humour him. Mistakenly, as it turned out.
“All right, “I agreed, “name the day, and I’ll be right there.”
We arrived at Jalal’s house, he got out and carefully walked to his front door. At the door he turned.
“I will see you again, very soon.”
And with that he opened the door. I could hear the screeching as his mother-in-law met him at the door. Poor Jalal, I thought as the door slammed behind them. Two weeks later, I had a phone call from Jalal.
“Tonight is very special night,” Jalal confided. “You will come to our house tonight.”
Having completely forgotten our previous conversation, I took this as an invitation, not the instruction Jalal intended it, so was happy to agree. When I arrived, I was surprised to see the front windows were unlit, and mentioned this to him as he opened the door.
“Ah, my friend, my wife, balçova escort bayan my beautiful wife has gone with the children to a friend’s house to celebrate their new baby. She will not be back for some hours.”
We entered, and stood in the kitchen as Jalal made coffee.
“And now, my good friend, it is time. Come with me.”
I was curious as I followed him into the small room on the opposite side of the hall. This room, I knew, was where the mother-in-law lived as she did not wish to walk up the stairs. Before I could say anything, Jalal opened the door and ushered me inside. There I saw the weirdest, most unexpected sight. His mother-in-law was sitting cross-legged on the floor, at the foot of the bed. Fully dressed, except for her bare feet., her head was still covered. Except for her face.
Jalal went over to her, put his arms round her waist and lifted her into a standing, but bent over, posture. She reached out, and took hold of the bedrail Reaching down, he lifted the hem of her sari and lay it over her back, showing me she had nothing underneath He moved over to her right side, and spoke to her. There was something very erotic about the sight of this woman, otherwise fully clothed showing me her naked arse. My cock started twitching at the sight.
“She has been told to accept whatever you give her,” Jalal told me. “Or I will throw her out of the house.”
As he finished speaking, his mother-in-law turned her head and looked at me as I was standing to her left. I had expected horror, loathing, or pleading, but as I looked, it seemed to me that there was more of anticipation in her dark eyes. As she turned her head back, the look disappeared from her face, which took on a neutral aspect.
“Now, my friend, you promised me you would give her punishment. She is all ready for you. I was, for a small time, a hospital attendant. I gave many an enema. She is prepared and cleaned inside, all ready for you. I will leave you now. She will submit.”
He left, and I heard the door lock behind him. All I could see were those arse cheeks, slightly drooping, but still well rounded, pointing straight at me. My cock was now straining in my trousers demanding release. With slightly shaking hands I unbuckled my belt, unzipped and dropped my trousers to the floor. I tugged down my briefs and shuffled quickly to the bound woman. Bending down slightly, I gripped the plump thighs, and moved them slightly apart.
Using my feet, I pushed her ankles apart, and it seemed to me she was not resisting. I came up behind her until my knees pressed into the back of her thighs. Her arse cheeks were partly hiding her hole, so I grasped the cheeks with my hands and squeezed them aside. Her slightly brown, slightly puckered arsehole was now fully exposed. Then, for some reason, I hesitated. My cock was dribbling some pre-cum, I wanted to enter her, but, I hesitated.
In all my life, one thing I had never done was force myself on any woman. Sex always had to be a two way thing for me. As I stood there, probably looking pretty stupid had anyone else been to see, with my shirt flapping over my cock which was peeping out at the front, and my trousers and briefs round my ankles, she turned her head to glance at me. Was that a very slight smile flitting across her lined features?
As her head turned back, she began, very slightly, to move her arse side to side.
Then, she shuffled her feet slightly forward and actually stuck her arse outwards, directly towards me. At first, I couldn’t believe it, but the signs were unmistakeable. She really wanted to be “punished”! I hesitated no longer. As I was already touching her arsehole with the tip of my cock, that backwards movement of her arse pressed her hole firmly against me.
I leaned backwards a bit and bent my knees to give myself some thrusting flexibility.. Pushing the centre of my body forward I felt the uncut tip of my cock try to part that inviting opening. This was a completely different feeling to that of opening cunt lips. This was not soft, but felt little different to the surrounding flesh. I pushed, and pushed, but except for painfully forcing some of my foreskin back I made no progress. This being her first experience of anal sex, mother-in-law was instinctively tensing her arsehole.
“This is no good,” I spluttered as I relaxed the pressure a little, “you’re tightening up!”
I looked round, and noticed that Jalal had thoughtfully left a tube of gel on the bed. Reaching over, and taking the tube of lube, I smeared a generous glob on my forefinger. I pressed the glistening, slippery tip balçova escort of my finger against her arsehole. The anal ring still resisted by instinct, but my rigid finger and its coating were more than a match. .I felt my hand jerk as my finger split her anal ring open and shot inside to the knuckle. She grunted and arched her back and actually pushed backwards as this solid object forced its way inside her.
I twisted my finger round and round, and up and down, till all the lube was coating her anal entry. Her hole was still tight and tense, and I was worried that even with the lube I would have trouble. After all, it was she to be punished, not me! I pushed the knob end of my cock against her hole again but again she tensed up. I held my position and pressure, knowing that the muscle could not remain tense too long. That moment came, and the tension suddenly left her as she gave a quick sigh.
The result was astonishing! She grunted and thrust her arse backwards. Her hole, which had been tense, had relaxed so quickly it was as though the hole was actually sucking my cock into it. My body jerked forward as the knob end of my cock accepted the involuntary invitation and disappeared inside her. She gave a small cry, but not too loudly and although the sphincter tightened painfully round my cock, the tender end was now inside and I was able to hold position.
It is a biological impossibility to strain continuously, and she was able to relax for a second.. That was what I was waiting for. I thrusting my hips forward, the full length of my cock parted the folds of her back passage until my groin slapped into her arse cheeks. I gripped her thighs with both hands and held tightly onto them, so no matter how much she tensed up, my cock stayed rammed all the way inside her.
She was sweating by now but I felt the hole relax ever so slightly, so I reckoned I could get on with giving her arse a good fucking.
The heat from her back passage was far, far hotter than any cunt I’d ever been in. This, combined with the natural tightness of her virginal hole was driving me mad with the need to fuck, fuck, fuck as hard and fast as I could, but I controlled myself. Pulling my cock just far enough out to leave my cock-end inside I pushed forward again. Keeping the movement reasonably slow, I was enjoying the feeling of those hot, pulsing folds of inner flesh squeezing, inch by inch, along the invading length of my shaft. As each slow thrust completed its inwards push, my balls slapped against her arse cheeks, and she gave a slight moan, and bucked backwards against me.
By now, I was so aroused, I couldn’t hold that slow and gentle rhythm much longer. Quicker and quicker I plunged into her, she was keeping speed with me, humping backwards in time with my thrusting. Her legs trembled against mine and I sensed she was coming to an orgasm. I couldn’t last any longer. The end of my cock was now in that extremely painful state just before cumming. One last thrust and as I went on to my toes my cock felt it was exploding as I shot my load deep inside her back passage. I was barely conscious of her howling into her head covering, but there was no doubt she had experienced her first anal controlled orgasm. So that was one thing we had in common!
As my cum forced its way out and into her channel, I moved very slightly, and felt the juices in her gut mixing with my cum so that I could feel the first inches of my cock moving easily with the new slipperiness that was coating her inner tunnel. The tenderness of my exposed glans was stinging with the pressure of her inner walls and the wetness we were both producing. I moved ever so slightly backwards to relieve my foreskin.
Totally exhausted, I stayed fully inside her, as we both breathed heavily. The sensation of her arse cheeks being squashed against my crotch, although no different from cunt fucking a woman doggy-style, was heightened by the heat of her back passage enclosing my shaft and the extra tightness of the anal ring clamped around the root of my cock. I pulled suddenly out of her, but as my cock end came free, she jerked and gasped at the unexpected emptiness, then took her hands off the bed rail, reached backwards and actually took hold of the sides of my thighs.
I stayed still, as her fingers moved to my cock, circled its girth and started to feel up and down its length. I had begun to soften, but her fondling quickly roused me back into full hardness. As she felt my cock come alive again, she pulled it slightly downwards and guided the cock end against her fanny lips. Her opening was wet and hot, almost as hot escort balçova as her back passage had been. She took her hands away and again held on to the bed rail. I needed no further invitation.
Pressing against her allowed my cock to part the tightness of her fanny entrance and begin its journey into the depths of her cunt. Even though she was soaking wet, the fact she hadn’t had sex for a long time had made her really tight. Not as much as her arsehole had been, but more than enough for my shaft to feel the folds of her cunt squeezing it as inch by inch I pushed into her.
“Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,” she gasped as she felt the gradual invasion. Being well aroused by now, her cervix had retreated inside her, so that as my balls bounced against her exposed clit I felt the tip of my cock touch against the small mound of her cervix at the end of the tunnel. I waited a few seconds to allow her tight cunt to relax and adjust, then moved back an inch before pushing as far as I could. The fleshy mounds of her fanny lips were squashed back into her body, and she grunted and arched her back again as she felt that extra stretching inside her.
As it had not been long since I had already cum in her arse, I was able to move at a controlled pace, using a technique I had found useful in the past. Starting at full in position, I gave her three short thrusts, then pulled almost out before slowly sliding all the way back in for two slow, long thrusts. I followed this sequence for a while, then added a sideways movement while fully inside, so as to give her fanny lips a noticeable sideways stretch.
It was not long before she got the rhythm herself, and mirrored my every movement. Her knees began to flex slightly, and the full length of her cunt began to spasm. Spaced out at first, but as she felt her orgasm starting to build up, the spasms became more frequent, and stronger. Then I judged it time to go for non-stop quick, short thrusts while lifting myself on my toes. I became a human vibrator!
She was gabbling in her own language, and shaking her covered head from side to side. All of a sudden, her orgasm threw her over the edge. Her cunt spasmed and tightened forcefully on my thrusting cock, she screeched into the muffling folds of the head covering, and just before I came to my own climax, the air that had been caused in her bowels by our combined efforts forced its way out of her arsehole as she farted loudly.
Slightly discoloured, the cum in her back passage was forced out of her arsehole and trickled out onto my pubic hair. I hardly noticed this, as my climax ran agonisingly from the tip of my cock, along the shaft, and seemed to split my body apart as I squirted my cum into her resistant cunt. My “argggh, arrgh” as I cam was so loud that Jalal must have heard us both, and assume she was in unwanted pain. How little did he know!
Totally exhausted, I slid backwards and out of her fanny. Unsupported, her legs buckled, and her knees collapsed on the floor. The look on her face was a curious mixture of after-sex relief and embarrassment. But the face itself seemed to have lost its bitter lines, and the flushed features warmed into almost prettiness for her age. She looked up at me and there was genuine warmth in her look. I helped her up, and she stutteringly walked round the bed and carefully lowered her tender arse onto the bed
One hand went down to her fanny, and held, palm down, over that slippery, sticky hole that had had its first stretching for a good long time. My cum had oozed out and trickled between her fingers .For the first time, she spoke, and to my surprise, in reasonably good English.
“Thank you,” she said, “but please not to tell Jalal how good you make me feel.”
I smiled, and whispered a few words in her ear, which made her smile. Then a knocking on the door warned us that Jalal was about to enter the room. He looked at his mother-in-law, and as I followed his gaze I noticed she had composed her features into an embarrassed appearance. Jalal was highly pleased.
“I have told her that if she ever give me more angriness, you will return to chastise her again.
“Oh, well,” I said to him, “I’ll try again if you find if my discipline hasn’t lasted.”
He looked surprised at the thought that I was willing to perform this service for him again. However, he happily agreed, thinking that he would never again put up with mother-in-law’s criticism.
I continued to visit him for the next few months, usually every month as the “punishment” I had given always seemed to wear off at regular intervals! Every time, Jalal would lock me in with his mother-in-law for more “punishment”. Even so, the atmosphere in the house was far more restful. I never again tried forced sex, although what I had learned allowed me to have more anal fun with other, willing, girlfriends! Including one young nurse who cheered up a later hospital stay I would otherwise have endured.
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