05-08-2019, 06:57 PM
Part 17: Constipating Shruthi hassan I
Then he quickly got ready and it was already evening and he reached Shruthi hassan's house and they were already came home. He timestopped and saw Kamal hassan sitting on the sofa and Shruthi hassan beside him. She had on a cute pale white sundress. Her long, trimmed beautiful legs were easily in view. Seems like she had gone for swimming. He then decided to carry out his masterplan for his beloved dream slut Shruthi hassan now. He told to Shruthi hassan that he himself will be her father for today only and asked her to forget who Kamal hassan is for today. He also asked her to ignore him. He pushed Kamal hassan to the other end of the sofa far away and he sat beside her in place of Kamal hassan. He then unfreezed only Shruthi hassan leaving Kamal hassan freezed.
He never looked at her and acted like watching TV. She also started to watch the TV with him.
He quickly turned his focus to her face, “Hi Honey. You alright?” he asked as she looked at him. “Ugh. No. My Stomach hurts.” And, with that, she said she is going upstairs and disappeared up the stairs.
He wondered why she went upstairs and decided not to be too urgent and decided to wait and she what she is going to do next.
About a half an hour went by without a sight or a sound. he figured she just lay down on her bed, but he decided to go up and check on her. As he walked up the stairs, he could here moaning sounds. And, no, not moaning of pleasure, but a painful hurt moan. Since he watches porn most frequently, he can instantly tell what sounds mean what.
Sure enough, behind the bathroom door, he could hear Shruthi hassan softly groan with a borderline whimper. “Honey, what’s wrong?” he asked to the door.
“Oh. Dad. My stomach… ugh… hurts so much.” he could tell she was struggling just to speak.
“Do you want some Medicine?” Did I even have medicine to give her? he thought
“No… uh…. I had some…. Oowwwwwww…..” was her painful response.
“Alright… Call me if you need something.”
He walked downstairs, wondering what her problem might be? Most likely gas, he thought, knowing how much that can hurt. So, he chuckled a little, thinking about it, and plopped back onto the couch.
“Daaaaaaaaaadddddd!!!!!!!!!” Came echoing from the upstairs.
He jumped off the couch and ran upstairs to the bathroom door, having rarely been in such desperate demand. “Honey, what is it?”
“Ohh… Dad…. My stomach hurts…”
“Can I come in?” he asked. She responded with a short “Just a sec.” then followed it up with an “O.K.”
He opened the door and saw the gorgeous 7am arivu beauty Shruthi hassan sitting on top of a closed toilet lid, head on her knees, looking at him. She was clearly in some pain.
“Do you feel like you need to be sick?” hr asked, slowly walking towards her.
“No. It’s not that. It’s my, oh…. It hurts so much.” She began rocking back and forth, head in her hands.
“Your stomach hurts? Like a pain? Did you eat something bad?”
Shruthi hassan looked at him, eyes in pain. Pain that she decided she could not handle any more on her own and had to get others involved. “Oh Dad. No. It isn’t my stomach. It is just that, I have to poop so bad, but I can’t! Oh, it’s so embarrassing.”
Well, that was it. She was constipated. Having been there, knowing how painful the buildup can be, he was certainly sympathetic now.
“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. Did you ate any junk food?” Not that it really mattered, but it was all he could think of saying.
Shruthi hassan rocked back and forth, head down, not saying anything, just moaning. She was in no mood for conversation. He walked up to her and began rubbing her back in comfort.
“Daddy. I feel like it is a knife inside of me, then what am I going to do?” She asked in desperation.
“Tell you what, honey.I will massage your stomach, and after about 15 minutes, things would work themselves out. Why don’t you just stand up, turn around, and I’ll try that.” he figured he had better offer up something.
At the point of her pain threshold where Shruthi hassan would do anything to make it go away, she just stood up, turned around, and sat down again on the closed toilet. Her Sun Dress spilled over the sides, and she leaned on the back of the toilet with a distinct arch in her back, folded her arms, and rested her head on her hands, looking away from him.
With her new position, he was awarded a clear view of her side, and what her dress did (and didn’t) look like. It had a large opening under her arms, and as it gapped opened, he became instantly aware that Shruthi hassan wasn’t wearing a bra.
Shruthi hassan's left breast was visible as he looked down, with her light brown, puffy nipple lying on top of a perfectly symmetrical A cup breast. He had seen brief flashes of her coming out of the bathroom, or getting changed when she left the door open. But here, 3 feet away from his eyes, hung Shruthi hassan’s tender, young breast. And she was completely unaware of his view. He became instantly aroused.
He began rubbing the top of her back as he bent down and put his head close to her left shoulder. Shruthi hassan was looking away to her right, moaning, as he rubbed her back with his eyes glued to her light brown cherry of a nipple. For a moment, he forgot what he was supposed to be doing and just moved his head lower, closer, until I was about 2 feet from her nipple. He could see her tan line, her pale white skin with a mole on the left side of her breast.
He became harder as he realized he was probably the first male to ever get such a close and open view of her nudity compared to all her male fans in india who might be waiting for this too. Shruthi hassan was a beautiful girl, like a best slut ever. And she was a breast of a woman in bloom.
Yes, Shruthi hassan was still blooming. She was tall, and her legs and butt had matured quickly. She had small boobs like a 18 year old would have which is so cute though. From his view, her nipples were clearly working hard on becoming the large, motherly nipples that a typical mom would have. But for now, it was lagging behind her development.
“Dad, that’s not helping” quickly brought him out of my trance. He was merely rubbing her back, and no, that was not helping. So he told her “Honey, I’m going to rub your stomach as I press on your back. I’ll start gently.”
This gave him a reason to lean in on her left side. He kept his right hand on her back, lightly rubbing the middle of her back. With his left hand, he slowly moved it to the front of her stomach, touching the sun dress hanging down, and slowly moved his hand to her stomach. As he did, he positioned his head in a natural position so he could sandwich her with his hands, and in doing so, found himself even closer to her breast on display.
He focused on her nipple as he felt his hand make contact with her stomach. He could feel her belly button through the dress and positioned his middle finger over the top of it. A soft groan came from Shruthi hassan. “Just relax, honey.” he said to her breast. “I’m going to push on your stomach now.”
As he stared as the puffy, brown mole on her breast, He began to push. He could feel her stomach tense up as he pushed towards her back. He made small circles, pushing slightly harder each time, holding her back firm. “Does this feel like the spot?” he asked.
“No, it hurts lower.” Which made sense. Her stomach wasn’t constipated, it was her bowels.
So, he began moving slowly lower, pushing down and holding it. A long, painful “Hhhmmmmpphhhh” from Shruthi hassan indicated he was getting closer. So, he pushed harder, pushed lower, and found himself in contact with her pelvic bone. Shruthi hassan lifter her head off of the toilet, arched her back, and closed her eyes. Pain or pleasure, he hit the mark.
Firm, deep circles became his focus, rubbing the top of her pelvic bone as he pushed hard against her back. He watched her nipple go from a puffy marshmallow to a firm, pointed tip. Shruthi hassan began to push her stomach against his hand, slowly, yet purposely. He pushed harder, and all of a sudden she sat up, taking away her treasured nipple.
“Dad, I feel something. I need to go.”
Standing up, Shruthi hassan quickly got up and turned around. She pushed him away and he quickly spun and walked out, hearing her open the toilet lid as he shut the door. He stood in the hall and waited.
Inside, he could hear her moaning. he could sense her struggling. “Oooohhhhhh.” and “Uuuggghhhh…..” It did not sound good.
“Did it work honey?”
“Owwwee… Daaaddd…. Nooo…..”
“Well, let me try some more. Turn around and I’ll come in.” he could hear her shut the toilet, shuffle around, grunt to a sitting position.
“Alright, come in.”
He walked in and once again was welcomed by her hanging breast. Topped off with a solid, brown cherry. He knelt beside her again. “Dad, it hurts so much. It feels better when you massage my tummy, but when you stop, the pain comes back. Will it really work?”
“Honey, when I massage you, you should try to go at the same time. You could try that.” Sure, it was a bit of an odd suggestion, but she was hurting, it was a solution to her pain, and he was incredibly hard.
Shruthi hassan moaned in pain. “O.K. But, turn around.” Clearly, she was ready to do what was needed.
Standing up, he turned around and said “Alright, I’m not looking.” he heard her stand up, shuffle around, and sit back down.
“O.K. I’m ready.” Well, he was more ready.
Turning around, he was disappointed to see her skirt hanging just barely over the back of the toilet. he had no view of her ass and felt it ironic that he was upset her dress wasn’t shorter. But, he saw she had to take off her underwear in order to position her feet back around the toilet. And, her breast was still on display.
He bent down and purposely put his head close to her shoulder, staring intently at her crinkled nipple. The pale nature of her breast was incredibly sexy. He was beyond myself. So, as he positioned his hand on her front, He intentionally started at bit low. And, sure enough, he could feel the roughness of her pubic hair through her dress.
Then he quickly got ready and it was already evening and he reached Shruthi hassan's house and they were already came home. He timestopped and saw Kamal hassan sitting on the sofa and Shruthi hassan beside him. She had on a cute pale white sundress. Her long, trimmed beautiful legs were easily in view. Seems like she had gone for swimming. He then decided to carry out his masterplan for his beloved dream slut Shruthi hassan now. He told to Shruthi hassan that he himself will be her father for today only and asked her to forget who Kamal hassan is for today. He also asked her to ignore him. He pushed Kamal hassan to the other end of the sofa far away and he sat beside her in place of Kamal hassan. He then unfreezed only Shruthi hassan leaving Kamal hassan freezed.
He never looked at her and acted like watching TV. She also started to watch the TV with him.
He quickly turned his focus to her face, “Hi Honey. You alright?” he asked as she looked at him. “Ugh. No. My Stomach hurts.” And, with that, she said she is going upstairs and disappeared up the stairs.
He wondered why she went upstairs and decided not to be too urgent and decided to wait and she what she is going to do next.
About a half an hour went by without a sight or a sound. he figured she just lay down on her bed, but he decided to go up and check on her. As he walked up the stairs, he could here moaning sounds. And, no, not moaning of pleasure, but a painful hurt moan. Since he watches porn most frequently, he can instantly tell what sounds mean what.
Sure enough, behind the bathroom door, he could hear Shruthi hassan softly groan with a borderline whimper. “Honey, what’s wrong?” he asked to the door.
“Oh. Dad. My stomach… ugh… hurts so much.” he could tell she was struggling just to speak.
“Do you want some Medicine?” Did I even have medicine to give her? he thought
“No… uh…. I had some…. Oowwwwwww…..” was her painful response.
“Alright… Call me if you need something.”
He walked downstairs, wondering what her problem might be? Most likely gas, he thought, knowing how much that can hurt. So, he chuckled a little, thinking about it, and plopped back onto the couch.
“Daaaaaaaaaadddddd!!!!!!!!!” Came echoing from the upstairs.
He jumped off the couch and ran upstairs to the bathroom door, having rarely been in such desperate demand. “Honey, what is it?”
“Ohh… Dad…. My stomach hurts…”
“Can I come in?” he asked. She responded with a short “Just a sec.” then followed it up with an “O.K.”
He opened the door and saw the gorgeous 7am arivu beauty Shruthi hassan sitting on top of a closed toilet lid, head on her knees, looking at him. She was clearly in some pain.
“Do you feel like you need to be sick?” hr asked, slowly walking towards her.
“No. It’s not that. It’s my, oh…. It hurts so much.” She began rocking back and forth, head in her hands.
“Your stomach hurts? Like a pain? Did you eat something bad?”
Shruthi hassan looked at him, eyes in pain. Pain that she decided she could not handle any more on her own and had to get others involved. “Oh Dad. No. It isn’t my stomach. It is just that, I have to poop so bad, but I can’t! Oh, it’s so embarrassing.”
Well, that was it. She was constipated. Having been there, knowing how painful the buildup can be, he was certainly sympathetic now.
“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. Did you ate any junk food?” Not that it really mattered, but it was all he could think of saying.
Shruthi hassan rocked back and forth, head down, not saying anything, just moaning. She was in no mood for conversation. He walked up to her and began rubbing her back in comfort.
“Daddy. I feel like it is a knife inside of me, then what am I going to do?” She asked in desperation.
“Tell you what, honey.I will massage your stomach, and after about 15 minutes, things would work themselves out. Why don’t you just stand up, turn around, and I’ll try that.” he figured he had better offer up something.
At the point of her pain threshold where Shruthi hassan would do anything to make it go away, she just stood up, turned around, and sat down again on the closed toilet. Her Sun Dress spilled over the sides, and she leaned on the back of the toilet with a distinct arch in her back, folded her arms, and rested her head on her hands, looking away from him.
With her new position, he was awarded a clear view of her side, and what her dress did (and didn’t) look like. It had a large opening under her arms, and as it gapped opened, he became instantly aware that Shruthi hassan wasn’t wearing a bra.
Shruthi hassan's left breast was visible as he looked down, with her light brown, puffy nipple lying on top of a perfectly symmetrical A cup breast. He had seen brief flashes of her coming out of the bathroom, or getting changed when she left the door open. But here, 3 feet away from his eyes, hung Shruthi hassan’s tender, young breast. And she was completely unaware of his view. He became instantly aroused.
He began rubbing the top of her back as he bent down and put his head close to her left shoulder. Shruthi hassan was looking away to her right, moaning, as he rubbed her back with his eyes glued to her light brown cherry of a nipple. For a moment, he forgot what he was supposed to be doing and just moved his head lower, closer, until I was about 2 feet from her nipple. He could see her tan line, her pale white skin with a mole on the left side of her breast.
He became harder as he realized he was probably the first male to ever get such a close and open view of her nudity compared to all her male fans in india who might be waiting for this too. Shruthi hassan was a beautiful girl, like a best slut ever. And she was a breast of a woman in bloom.
Yes, Shruthi hassan was still blooming. She was tall, and her legs and butt had matured quickly. She had small boobs like a 18 year old would have which is so cute though. From his view, her nipples were clearly working hard on becoming the large, motherly nipples that a typical mom would have. But for now, it was lagging behind her development.
“Dad, that’s not helping” quickly brought him out of my trance. He was merely rubbing her back, and no, that was not helping. So he told her “Honey, I’m going to rub your stomach as I press on your back. I’ll start gently.”
This gave him a reason to lean in on her left side. He kept his right hand on her back, lightly rubbing the middle of her back. With his left hand, he slowly moved it to the front of her stomach, touching the sun dress hanging down, and slowly moved his hand to her stomach. As he did, he positioned his head in a natural position so he could sandwich her with his hands, and in doing so, found himself even closer to her breast on display.
He focused on her nipple as he felt his hand make contact with her stomach. He could feel her belly button through the dress and positioned his middle finger over the top of it. A soft groan came from Shruthi hassan. “Just relax, honey.” he said to her breast. “I’m going to push on your stomach now.”
As he stared as the puffy, brown mole on her breast, He began to push. He could feel her stomach tense up as he pushed towards her back. He made small circles, pushing slightly harder each time, holding her back firm. “Does this feel like the spot?” he asked.
“No, it hurts lower.” Which made sense. Her stomach wasn’t constipated, it was her bowels.
So, he began moving slowly lower, pushing down and holding it. A long, painful “Hhhmmmmpphhhh” from Shruthi hassan indicated he was getting closer. So, he pushed harder, pushed lower, and found himself in contact with her pelvic bone. Shruthi hassan lifter her head off of the toilet, arched her back, and closed her eyes. Pain or pleasure, he hit the mark.
Firm, deep circles became his focus, rubbing the top of her pelvic bone as he pushed hard against her back. He watched her nipple go from a puffy marshmallow to a firm, pointed tip. Shruthi hassan began to push her stomach against his hand, slowly, yet purposely. He pushed harder, and all of a sudden she sat up, taking away her treasured nipple.
“Dad, I feel something. I need to go.”
Standing up, Shruthi hassan quickly got up and turned around. She pushed him away and he quickly spun and walked out, hearing her open the toilet lid as he shut the door. He stood in the hall and waited.
Inside, he could hear her moaning. he could sense her struggling. “Oooohhhhhh.” and “Uuuggghhhh…..” It did not sound good.
“Did it work honey?”
“Owwwee… Daaaddd…. Nooo…..”
“Well, let me try some more. Turn around and I’ll come in.” he could hear her shut the toilet, shuffle around, grunt to a sitting position.
“Alright, come in.”
He walked in and once again was welcomed by her hanging breast. Topped off with a solid, brown cherry. He knelt beside her again. “Dad, it hurts so much. It feels better when you massage my tummy, but when you stop, the pain comes back. Will it really work?”
“Honey, when I massage you, you should try to go at the same time. You could try that.” Sure, it was a bit of an odd suggestion, but she was hurting, it was a solution to her pain, and he was incredibly hard.
Shruthi hassan moaned in pain. “O.K. But, turn around.” Clearly, she was ready to do what was needed.
Standing up, he turned around and said “Alright, I’m not looking.” he heard her stand up, shuffle around, and sit back down.
“O.K. I’m ready.” Well, he was more ready.
Turning around, he was disappointed to see her skirt hanging just barely over the back of the toilet. he had no view of her ass and felt it ironic that he was upset her dress wasn’t shorter. But, he saw she had to take off her underwear in order to position her feet back around the toilet. And, her breast was still on display.
He bent down and purposely put his head close to her shoulder, staring intently at her crinkled nipple. The pale nature of her breast was incredibly sexy. He was beyond myself. So, as he positioned his hand on her front, He intentionally started at bit low. And, sure enough, he could feel the roughness of her pubic hair through her dress.
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