19-01-2022, 02:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 19-01-2022, 02:22 PM by B1ryani. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
**Part 21.**
Gopal grabbed the bidet off the holder, holding it firmly with his left hand. “Spread your legs, ma.”, he said, his eyes not leaving my fat pussy lips. “Let’s get you cleaned. I can see cum all over your thighs.”, he tsk tsk’d to himself.
He turned the tap, letting the water flow out the mouth. Holding the bidet near my legs, he slowly sprayed water onto my legs. I felt my body shiver as the cold water hit my skin. Slowly, he started to wash my body.
“Put your hands behind you.”, he said, looking up at my wet breasts. Little droplets of water dripping off the tips of my nipples. I slowly moved my hands to my back, my pussy lips now sticking out towards him. With one hand, Gopal squirted some hand soap onto his palm and slowly started to rub my thighs, his hand inching closer and closer towards the middle of my legs. I looked up at the ceiling light, anything to take my mind off the hands moving around between my legs. He sprayed more water onto my thighs, washing off the soap.
“Let’s wash your pussy now, ma.”, he whispered softly, I felt a soapy finger touch my left pussy lip. The finger slowly made its way to the opening of my slit, rubbing the tip against my clit, gently massaging the hard little nub. Ï moaned softly, the movements of the finger slowly turning me on against my wishes. “Does this feel good?”, he asked me, the finger now finding the entrance to my pussy hole again.
I kept quiet, not wanting to admit he was indeed sending little shivers up my spine. I felt his finger slowly slide into hole, pushing its way deep into me. “Hmmm….”, he moaned softly, as his knuckle rested on my puffy pussy lips, the finger inside me twirling in circular motions, rubbing the soap deep inside my cervix. “There’s still cum in here…must be Anand’s…”, he said to himself.
He pulled his soapy finger out. Placing the bidet head between my thighs, shooting water at my pussy. His right hand slowly massaging the fat pussy meat, spreading it open, allowing the water to massage my clit. “The insides need to be cleaned too…”
I felt the cold head of the bidet touch my pussy lips, pushing the puffy meat aside as the hard metal slowly entered the hole.
“Uncle…no…stop….”, I looked down at his hands, fearing what he was doing to me between my legs. Lowering the volume of water spraying out of the bidet to a gentle trickle, he had his right thumb and index finger pushing my pussy lips aside wider, his left hand slowly pushing the bidet head into my pussy hole.
“Keep your hands behind your back.”, he warned me, not taking his eyes off my pussy. He pushed the bidet in deeper, I could feel the cold metal hitting the insides of my pussy, water slowly flowing out. He pushed it in deeper until it reached the metal hose, wedging it into me. He pushed my pussy lips together, wrapping the soft meat around the hose, holding it in place, cold water slowly dripping out from between my legs. I felt tears starting to flow down my face.
Leaving the bidet inside my pussy, he put more soap on both his hands, focusing his attention on my breasts. He grabbed my tits with his soapy hands, pressing them together, “My wife had big nipples like these after she gave birth to Anand.”, he commented, holding my hard nipples between his fingers, pulling them slightly. He slowly placed both his hands under my tits, squeezing the now soapy slippery skin, trying to grip as much tit meat as he could. He continued to play with my tits, making them jiggle in his hands, watching them bounce. I could feel the bidet head slowly starting to slip out from my pussy hole.
Holding my left tit with his left hand, Gopal moved his right hand between my legs, holding onto the metal hose. He slowly pushed it back deep inside me. “I heard Guna sir had his baton inside your asshole, ma?”, he asked me, a sick smile on his face as he slowly started to slide the bidet in and out of my pussy hole. He increased the pressure; the water was now squirting out of my pussy with force between the gap of my pussy hole and the metal head. “I wonder if this would fit inside your ass as well?”, he said softly. The smile on his face widening, his grip on my soapy left breast harder now.
“Uncle…please…. let me go…I’ll do anything…”, I said, barely a whisper, the pressure inside my pussy intensifying.
He slowly pulled the bidet out of my gaping pussy hole, bringing it up to my chest. Gopal continued to wash my tits, slowly rubbing his fingers over the meat, paying more attention to my nipples. “Hmmm…. you have such big nipples ma…”, he said, his fingers tracing the outline of my dark areolas. “This would be more fun if you had milk in these.”, his thumb and index finger gripping my right nipple, pulling me forward a bit. I continued to keep my hands behind my back, afraid of what he might do if I moved them.
“Turn around.”
I slowly turned, my ass now facing him, wondering what else this sick fuck wanted me to do.
“Bend down and spread your ass like the photo.”, he continued, barely able to keep the lust in his voice.
I slowly pulled my butt cheeks apart, exposing my abused asshole to him. Gopal let the bidet drop onto the floor, water still flowing out onto the surface
“Hmmm…. looks so good.”, he moaned, staring at my little puckered anus. I knew my asshole was stretched a little wider that usual after taking Constable Guna’s baton and fat cock in it. I felt Gopal’s hands on my butt cheeks, pushing it apart to give him more access as he brought his face closer to the hole.
The tip of his tongue touched the entrance of my anus, giving it a little lick. “I can taste cum..”, he whispered. I could feel his moustache graze the trench of my butt. He continued to lick the hole, slowly trying to push his tongue deeper into me.
“Ahh…ahhh,”, I moaned softly. The feeling of his tongue entering my ass was giving me little jolts of pleasure.
“You like this don’t you? Guna sir said you were a little slut…”, he continued to tease the hole, flicking his tongue in and out. I held my butt cheeks apart, giving him more access. The feeling was so different that the rough abuse I had to endure just now.
Gopal took his face out of my ass, squirting some soap onto his right hand. Oh god, he is going to finger me there. My asshole was still so sore, I don’t think it could take any more. I felt his middle finger slowly starting to dig its way into me, the soap making the entry smooth. He slowly pushed the finger in. Ohh fuck. The acid from the soap was burning my insides really bad.
“Uncle…no…stop…please….it stings.”, I started to cry again. “My ass is too painful uncle…please don’t.”
“You could take Guna sir’s baton. I’m sure you can take this as well.”, I could hear the pleasure in his voice knowing that he was causing me pain. I felt his index finger push into the hole as well, forcing my asshole to stretch wider. He had two fingers buried deep inside me knuckle deep, using the soap to slide in and out. I let go of my butt cheeks and held onto the sink, my back arched towards Gopal, trying to ignore the stinging pain.
“Hmmmm…I’m sure this will fit.”, I looked down to the floor, watching his left hand grab the bidet head. Oh god. He is going to put that inside me, I thought to myself as his two fingers slowly slid out of my aching anus.
Sure enough, I felt the cold bidet head touch the entrance of my gaping asshole. The water forcing its way up my colon as Gopal slowly pushed the tip inside me.
“Owwwwwww….”, I screamed loudly, hoping someone would hear me. Tears rolling down my face.
The stinging feeling from the soap against my anal walls and the hard cold metal being forced into my hole was killing me. It hurt so bad. I was sobbing really hard now. Gopal ignored me, taking pleasure in hearing me scream in pain. He kept pushing the bidet head into me. I could feel the rim of my anus gripping the metal head tightly, not allowing the water to flow out, basically giving me an enema. The water was slowly filling up my insides, the pressure bursting deep inside me.
“Try and hold it.”, he said slyly. Pushing the entire bidet head deeper into my anus, the metal hose now sticking out of my asshole like a tail. The soap was already washed off by the water.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
“Help me!!!.”, I shouted in between sobs, hoping someone would burst in and stop this madness. “Please…help me…”. I felt Gopal’s hands freeze. He slowly turned off the tap, leaving the metal bidet inside my anus. I could feel the water inside pushing against the bidet head, waiting to come out.
“Appa?...”, a soft voice came from the other end of the door.
Fuck. It was Anand. My heart dropped. I continued to sob, crying silently cursing my luck.
“What do you want Anand?”, Gopal shouted at the door.
“Guna sir asked me to check on you and Divya.”, he said. His voice could be barely heard. Gopal stood up from the toilet seat, angrily making his way to the door. No. He was going to open it for Anand. I didn’t want Anand to see me like this. Please.
Gopal unlocked the door as Anand stumbled in. What greeted him was the view of me with my back arched over the sink, the metal hose sticking out of my asshole. My face was buried in my shoulder, crying from the pain and humiliation. Anand looked at his father’s wet clothes, then at me, his eyes focused on the hose sticking out from between my butt cheeks.
“What do you want?”, Gopal asked his son, clearly irritated. Staring at him.
“Constable Guna sir…. he…he asked for you…and her.”, he pointed at me. Trying to ignore my painful sobbing.
“Ooo…right.”, the sudden realization that I was somewhat Constable Guna’s ‘toy’ suddenly hit him. “Ok…ok…. tell him I’m coming.”, he said, focusing his attention back at me. I could sense the fear in his voice, he was clearly afraid of Constable Guna as well.
**End of Part 21.**
Gopal grabbed the bidet off the holder, holding it firmly with his left hand. “Spread your legs, ma.”, he said, his eyes not leaving my fat pussy lips. “Let’s get you cleaned. I can see cum all over your thighs.”, he tsk tsk’d to himself.
He turned the tap, letting the water flow out the mouth. Holding the bidet near my legs, he slowly sprayed water onto my legs. I felt my body shiver as the cold water hit my skin. Slowly, he started to wash my body.
“Put your hands behind you.”, he said, looking up at my wet breasts. Little droplets of water dripping off the tips of my nipples. I slowly moved my hands to my back, my pussy lips now sticking out towards him. With one hand, Gopal squirted some hand soap onto his palm and slowly started to rub my thighs, his hand inching closer and closer towards the middle of my legs. I looked up at the ceiling light, anything to take my mind off the hands moving around between my legs. He sprayed more water onto my thighs, washing off the soap.
“Let’s wash your pussy now, ma.”, he whispered softly, I felt a soapy finger touch my left pussy lip. The finger slowly made its way to the opening of my slit, rubbing the tip against my clit, gently massaging the hard little nub. Ï moaned softly, the movements of the finger slowly turning me on against my wishes. “Does this feel good?”, he asked me, the finger now finding the entrance to my pussy hole again.
I kept quiet, not wanting to admit he was indeed sending little shivers up my spine. I felt his finger slowly slide into hole, pushing its way deep into me. “Hmmm….”, he moaned softly, as his knuckle rested on my puffy pussy lips, the finger inside me twirling in circular motions, rubbing the soap deep inside my cervix. “There’s still cum in here…must be Anand’s…”, he said to himself.
He pulled his soapy finger out. Placing the bidet head between my thighs, shooting water at my pussy. His right hand slowly massaging the fat pussy meat, spreading it open, allowing the water to massage my clit. “The insides need to be cleaned too…”
I felt the cold head of the bidet touch my pussy lips, pushing the puffy meat aside as the hard metal slowly entered the hole.
“Uncle…no…stop….”, I looked down at his hands, fearing what he was doing to me between my legs. Lowering the volume of water spraying out of the bidet to a gentle trickle, he had his right thumb and index finger pushing my pussy lips aside wider, his left hand slowly pushing the bidet head into my pussy hole.
“Keep your hands behind your back.”, he warned me, not taking his eyes off my pussy. He pushed the bidet in deeper, I could feel the cold metal hitting the insides of my pussy, water slowly flowing out. He pushed it in deeper until it reached the metal hose, wedging it into me. He pushed my pussy lips together, wrapping the soft meat around the hose, holding it in place, cold water slowly dripping out from between my legs. I felt tears starting to flow down my face.
Leaving the bidet inside my pussy, he put more soap on both his hands, focusing his attention on my breasts. He grabbed my tits with his soapy hands, pressing them together, “My wife had big nipples like these after she gave birth to Anand.”, he commented, holding my hard nipples between his fingers, pulling them slightly. He slowly placed both his hands under my tits, squeezing the now soapy slippery skin, trying to grip as much tit meat as he could. He continued to play with my tits, making them jiggle in his hands, watching them bounce. I could feel the bidet head slowly starting to slip out from my pussy hole.
Holding my left tit with his left hand, Gopal moved his right hand between my legs, holding onto the metal hose. He slowly pushed it back deep inside me. “I heard Guna sir had his baton inside your asshole, ma?”, he asked me, a sick smile on his face as he slowly started to slide the bidet in and out of my pussy hole. He increased the pressure; the water was now squirting out of my pussy with force between the gap of my pussy hole and the metal head. “I wonder if this would fit inside your ass as well?”, he said softly. The smile on his face widening, his grip on my soapy left breast harder now.
“Uncle…please…. let me go…I’ll do anything…”, I said, barely a whisper, the pressure inside my pussy intensifying.
He slowly pulled the bidet out of my gaping pussy hole, bringing it up to my chest. Gopal continued to wash my tits, slowly rubbing his fingers over the meat, paying more attention to my nipples. “Hmmm…. you have such big nipples ma…”, he said, his fingers tracing the outline of my dark areolas. “This would be more fun if you had milk in these.”, his thumb and index finger gripping my right nipple, pulling me forward a bit. I continued to keep my hands behind my back, afraid of what he might do if I moved them.
“Turn around.”
I slowly turned, my ass now facing him, wondering what else this sick fuck wanted me to do.
“Bend down and spread your ass like the photo.”, he continued, barely able to keep the lust in his voice.
I slowly pulled my butt cheeks apart, exposing my abused asshole to him. Gopal let the bidet drop onto the floor, water still flowing out onto the surface
“Hmmm…. looks so good.”, he moaned, staring at my little puckered anus. I knew my asshole was stretched a little wider that usual after taking Constable Guna’s baton and fat cock in it. I felt Gopal’s hands on my butt cheeks, pushing it apart to give him more access as he brought his face closer to the hole.
The tip of his tongue touched the entrance of my anus, giving it a little lick. “I can taste cum..”, he whispered. I could feel his moustache graze the trench of my butt. He continued to lick the hole, slowly trying to push his tongue deeper into me.
“Ahh…ahhh,”, I moaned softly. The feeling of his tongue entering my ass was giving me little jolts of pleasure.
“You like this don’t you? Guna sir said you were a little slut…”, he continued to tease the hole, flicking his tongue in and out. I held my butt cheeks apart, giving him more access. The feeling was so different that the rough abuse I had to endure just now.
Gopal took his face out of my ass, squirting some soap onto his right hand. Oh god, he is going to finger me there. My asshole was still so sore, I don’t think it could take any more. I felt his middle finger slowly starting to dig its way into me, the soap making the entry smooth. He slowly pushed the finger in. Ohh fuck. The acid from the soap was burning my insides really bad.
“Uncle…no…stop…please….it stings.”, I started to cry again. “My ass is too painful uncle…please don’t.”
“You could take Guna sir’s baton. I’m sure you can take this as well.”, I could hear the pleasure in his voice knowing that he was causing me pain. I felt his index finger push into the hole as well, forcing my asshole to stretch wider. He had two fingers buried deep inside me knuckle deep, using the soap to slide in and out. I let go of my butt cheeks and held onto the sink, my back arched towards Gopal, trying to ignore the stinging pain.
“Hmmmm…I’m sure this will fit.”, I looked down to the floor, watching his left hand grab the bidet head. Oh god. He is going to put that inside me, I thought to myself as his two fingers slowly slid out of my aching anus.
Sure enough, I felt the cold bidet head touch the entrance of my gaping asshole. The water forcing its way up my colon as Gopal slowly pushed the tip inside me.
“Owwwwwww….”, I screamed loudly, hoping someone would hear me. Tears rolling down my face.
The stinging feeling from the soap against my anal walls and the hard cold metal being forced into my hole was killing me. It hurt so bad. I was sobbing really hard now. Gopal ignored me, taking pleasure in hearing me scream in pain. He kept pushing the bidet head into me. I could feel the rim of my anus gripping the metal head tightly, not allowing the water to flow out, basically giving me an enema. The water was slowly filling up my insides, the pressure bursting deep inside me.
“Try and hold it.”, he said slyly. Pushing the entire bidet head deeper into my anus, the metal hose now sticking out of my asshole like a tail. The soap was already washed off by the water.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
“Help me!!!.”, I shouted in between sobs, hoping someone would burst in and stop this madness. “Please…help me…”. I felt Gopal’s hands freeze. He slowly turned off the tap, leaving the metal bidet inside my anus. I could feel the water inside pushing against the bidet head, waiting to come out.
“Appa?...”, a soft voice came from the other end of the door.
Fuck. It was Anand. My heart dropped. I continued to sob, crying silently cursing my luck.
“What do you want Anand?”, Gopal shouted at the door.
“Guna sir asked me to check on you and Divya.”, he said. His voice could be barely heard. Gopal stood up from the toilet seat, angrily making his way to the door. No. He was going to open it for Anand. I didn’t want Anand to see me like this. Please.
Gopal unlocked the door as Anand stumbled in. What greeted him was the view of me with my back arched over the sink, the metal hose sticking out of my asshole. My face was buried in my shoulder, crying from the pain and humiliation. Anand looked at his father’s wet clothes, then at me, his eyes focused on the hose sticking out from between my butt cheeks.
“What do you want?”, Gopal asked his son, clearly irritated. Staring at him.
“Constable Guna sir…. he…he asked for you…and her.”, he pointed at me. Trying to ignore my painful sobbing.
“Ooo…right.”, the sudden realization that I was somewhat Constable Guna’s ‘toy’ suddenly hit him. “Ok…ok…. tell him I’m coming.”, he said, focusing his attention back at me. I could sense the fear in his voice, he was clearly afraid of Constable Guna as well.
**End of Part 21.**
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