05-08-2019, 06:58 PM
Part 20: Kumar trying to bring the shit out of Shruthi hassan's anus hole
"Yes" I thought "Please hold up your dress because I want you to voluntarily give me a view of your most private, tender, erotic part of your body. I want you, Shruthi hassan, to lean forward, lift up your skirt, and tell daddy if it is O.K. for him to put his finger up your ass. That you want me to." he told her.
But, Shruthi hassan was getting impatient with the entire process, and wanting to keep her comfortable, head on her hands position, Shruthi hassan sat up, pulled off her dress, and leaned forward. There wasn't going to be any skirt holding by Shruthi hassan. Perhaps, deep inside, she didn't like what holding up the skirt implied. "Hey dad, look at my ass. I'm holding up my skirt so you can get a real good look."
Instead, she just ripped her skirt off. And, just like that, Shruthi hassan was naked, on the toilet, right in front of him. He told her "Just do it and get it done" and this response seemed more acceptable to her.
Despite Shruthi hassan's feelings about it, he marveled at the beauty of the moment. Her spine was a perfect line up her back, with faint blonde hairs covered it with a smattering of her beautiful ass cheeks.
He glanced around and saw her breasts hanging down, as though they were ready to be milked. All that was needed was a bucket, and he would spend all day squeezing and pulling on them. Her nipple was even more pronounced against an entire body of pale, naked skin, with Shruthi hassan’s blonde hair hanging just over the tips of each breast.
Returning to the task at hand, he once again found himself focusing on Shruthi hassan’s deep brown anus and the spiky hairs that surrounded it. Marveling at the pale globes of the insides of her ass cheeks he blindly opened the ointment jar. He put it on the ground next to the toilet, put some on his left finger, and paused.
He then take a look at her insides. As he looked at her anus, sitting there, waiting for him, He put his right hand back down his shorts and began to slowly rub himself, looking at Shruthi hassan’s anus.
“This may be a bit cold, and you’ll feel some pressure.” he comforted her as he continued rubbing himself with his right hand, he brought up his left hand, ointment on his middle finger, and lightly pressed it against Shruthi hassan’s anus.
It was a unforgettable excitable moment for him, touching the crinkled edge, feeling the soft center, pushing through her anal hairs. He had his finger on the center of her anus, and she was completely unaware of the sexual, lustful intentions running through his mind.
She moved to adjust herself and he thought she might ask him to stop but she was quiet instead so he continued his job.
Again, he pressed his finger against her anus. This time, Shruthi hassan didn’t move. The ointment gel oozed over her brown puckered hole, and he slowly felt the ridges, roughness, and symmetry of her rosebud. He rubbed a tiny circle, feeling the center of her hole, where it opened into the bowels of her body. He expanded his circle, bringing down the spikes of pubic hair and watched as they swirled around her anus.
He rubbed back and forth with his finger, petting her most private opening. Then, he gave her a brief warning. “Alright, I’m going to push.” And with that, quietly rubbing himself with one hand, he pushed his finger inside her anus.
Shruthi hassan groaned as he entered. Whether it was a groan of pain or pleasure, he couldn’t tell. But, she let him know how she felt when what he just did, slightly lifting her ass off of the toilet. He watched as her brown skin accepted his finger, as it buried itself on the inside of her. He could feel the smooth walls of her cavity, the tightness of her anal tunnel.
How do you describe the intense excitement that comes from feeling the inside of your a woman's ass? The intense arousal that comes from staring at her white, bulbous ass, leaning forward, granting you access to her treasured center? The hardness that comes from listening to her sounds, feeling her response as she squeezes her anus, bearing down on your finger. Everything that happens in the initial seconds becomes a moment that you treasure forever. The excitement, immoral as it was, was intoxicating. This is what he wants to say to the audience reading the story.
As he entered into her, he could begin to smell something in the air. It smelled like a mixture of sex and sweat. Watching his finger slowly bury inside of Shruthi hassan, he looked past and found the source. Shruthi hassans pussy had gone from a slight hint of dampness to a sopping display of wetness. It seemed he was not the only one becoming intensely excited.
The two small folds had bloomed into a full fledge tulip, with long, pink petals separating the tender center of a flower that had just enjoyed a spring shower. A deep pink, no longer the soft, pale pink from a few moments ago. And, just barely visible at the front of her pussy, Shruthi hassan’s hot white pink clit was beginning to poke out.
Painful it must be, but Shruthi hassan was also deeply aroused with his finger entering her ass. Small moans and grunts came passed her lips as he pushed to the base of his finger. Her ass was taking everything he could give. Keeping his left hand in a fist, with his middle finger extended, he pushed hard against her ass. Shruthi hassan pushed back, almost grinding.
“Push honey while I pull out.” he said to her
He then could feel her push as he began to back out his finger. But, he decided not to take it out all the way and slowly pushed up into her again. When he hit the base of his fist, he held it there, finger deep inside of her.
His finger had entered a cavity, having extended beyond her anal canal. He slowly circled it, rimming the inside of her body. Shruthi hassan grunted and moved her hips a little as he expanded his search. He found the edge of the canal and pulled against it, as though trying to hook a fish.
After a minute of poking, prodding, and exploring, he slowly pulled back. Then he pushed again, slowly, and then pulled, slowly increasing the speed. With every push, part of her anus would bury itself deep insider of her with his finger. But, when he pulled, her anal ring would grip his finger, with a small pink tooth at the center, begging it to stay inside of her.
As he slowly increased his speed, pulling in and out of her, Shruthi hassan became adjusted to the pace. Soon, he was pumping Shruthi hassan with his finger at the exact pace of the slow pumping of himself. She would push against him as he entered and slightly lift her ass off the seat as he pulled. It might not have been conscious, but she was anal fucking his finger.
The smell was becoming a musty, sexy smell. The sounds were sloppy. Without warning, he decided to end the fingering of her ass, and as Shruthi hassan lifted her ass off the seat, he pulled out his finger with a "plop."
My finger was covered with a slime, but no sign of anything extra. Shruthi hassan let out a quick “Ooooohhh….”
Whether it was relief, or regret, he could not tell. But, her asshole was quickly cycling between a pucker and a slight wink, as though it was catching it's breath.
“Did you feel anything?” he asked.
“Yea, it felt like it was working. Put it back in.” Oh. She didn’t have to ask him twice.
He took his hands out of his pants and decided he was going to be a bit more aggressive. “Honey, I’m going to push from the front again.”
Kneeling up, he reached around and purposely let his hand brush against her left nipple. Shruthi hassan jerked, but said nothing. Hell, he just had his finger up her ass. A slight nipple brush was nothing. He put his hand on her pelvic bone, and was instantly rewarded with a handful of thick, long pubic hair. This was the exact same spot as before, but she was the one who removed her dress. Not him.
He kept his hand firm and began to press. Oh, did Shruthi hassan have a hairy bush. He was amazed at the thickness, the length, the strength of her hairs. He then rubbed her hairs between his fingers as he pressed into her.
He brought his hand up to her belly button and slowly pushed down. The transition from soft, smooth, tender skin on her stomach to rough, coarse pubic hair was abrupt. He pushed deep into her hair, stopping just above her slit. Lifting his hand, he repeated, and repeated, and repeated his violation of her. There was no need for him to be rubbing her like this, but it was his first pubic rub on her, and he was the one lucky enough to give it to her. He was not going to cut it short.
With his left hand rubbing her dense bush, he took his right hand and placed it on the top of her butt cheeks, as though he needed them there for support as he pushed. Really, he just wanted to feel the small of her back, rubbing small circles with his palm while his fingers pressed against the tops of her cheeks.
Slowly, he slid his hand down over her ass, with his middle finger running down the center of Shruthi hassan’s crack, feeling the tufts of hair get gradually thicker. He felt her smooth, pale skin, felt the roundness turn from vertical to horizontal, and squeezed as his finger came in contact with her anus.
Shruthi hassan was ready this time, and when she felt his finger, she began to push her body against it. Quickly and easily, she sucked his finger up into her ass with little help from him. And as she did, he began to push on her pubic hair, slowly grinding it into her stomach. He had her sandwiched. His left hand was pushing hard against her pubic hair, and his right hand was pushed hard against her anal hair. Shruthi hassan just sat there and let him violate her.
"Yes" I thought "Please hold up your dress because I want you to voluntarily give me a view of your most private, tender, erotic part of your body. I want you, Shruthi hassan, to lean forward, lift up your skirt, and tell daddy if it is O.K. for him to put his finger up your ass. That you want me to." he told her.
But, Shruthi hassan was getting impatient with the entire process, and wanting to keep her comfortable, head on her hands position, Shruthi hassan sat up, pulled off her dress, and leaned forward. There wasn't going to be any skirt holding by Shruthi hassan. Perhaps, deep inside, she didn't like what holding up the skirt implied. "Hey dad, look at my ass. I'm holding up my skirt so you can get a real good look."
Instead, she just ripped her skirt off. And, just like that, Shruthi hassan was naked, on the toilet, right in front of him. He told her "Just do it and get it done" and this response seemed more acceptable to her.
Despite Shruthi hassan's feelings about it, he marveled at the beauty of the moment. Her spine was a perfect line up her back, with faint blonde hairs covered it with a smattering of her beautiful ass cheeks.
He glanced around and saw her breasts hanging down, as though they were ready to be milked. All that was needed was a bucket, and he would spend all day squeezing and pulling on them. Her nipple was even more pronounced against an entire body of pale, naked skin, with Shruthi hassan’s blonde hair hanging just over the tips of each breast.
Returning to the task at hand, he once again found himself focusing on Shruthi hassan’s deep brown anus and the spiky hairs that surrounded it. Marveling at the pale globes of the insides of her ass cheeks he blindly opened the ointment jar. He put it on the ground next to the toilet, put some on his left finger, and paused.
He then take a look at her insides. As he looked at her anus, sitting there, waiting for him, He put his right hand back down his shorts and began to slowly rub himself, looking at Shruthi hassan’s anus.
“This may be a bit cold, and you’ll feel some pressure.” he comforted her as he continued rubbing himself with his right hand, he brought up his left hand, ointment on his middle finger, and lightly pressed it against Shruthi hassan’s anus.
It was a unforgettable excitable moment for him, touching the crinkled edge, feeling the soft center, pushing through her anal hairs. He had his finger on the center of her anus, and she was completely unaware of the sexual, lustful intentions running through his mind.
She moved to adjust herself and he thought she might ask him to stop but she was quiet instead so he continued his job.
Again, he pressed his finger against her anus. This time, Shruthi hassan didn’t move. The ointment gel oozed over her brown puckered hole, and he slowly felt the ridges, roughness, and symmetry of her rosebud. He rubbed a tiny circle, feeling the center of her hole, where it opened into the bowels of her body. He expanded his circle, bringing down the spikes of pubic hair and watched as they swirled around her anus.
He rubbed back and forth with his finger, petting her most private opening. Then, he gave her a brief warning. “Alright, I’m going to push.” And with that, quietly rubbing himself with one hand, he pushed his finger inside her anus.
Shruthi hassan groaned as he entered. Whether it was a groan of pain or pleasure, he couldn’t tell. But, she let him know how she felt when what he just did, slightly lifting her ass off of the toilet. He watched as her brown skin accepted his finger, as it buried itself on the inside of her. He could feel the smooth walls of her cavity, the tightness of her anal tunnel.
How do you describe the intense excitement that comes from feeling the inside of your a woman's ass? The intense arousal that comes from staring at her white, bulbous ass, leaning forward, granting you access to her treasured center? The hardness that comes from listening to her sounds, feeling her response as she squeezes her anus, bearing down on your finger. Everything that happens in the initial seconds becomes a moment that you treasure forever. The excitement, immoral as it was, was intoxicating. This is what he wants to say to the audience reading the story.
As he entered into her, he could begin to smell something in the air. It smelled like a mixture of sex and sweat. Watching his finger slowly bury inside of Shruthi hassan, he looked past and found the source. Shruthi hassans pussy had gone from a slight hint of dampness to a sopping display of wetness. It seemed he was not the only one becoming intensely excited.
The two small folds had bloomed into a full fledge tulip, with long, pink petals separating the tender center of a flower that had just enjoyed a spring shower. A deep pink, no longer the soft, pale pink from a few moments ago. And, just barely visible at the front of her pussy, Shruthi hassan’s hot white pink clit was beginning to poke out.
Painful it must be, but Shruthi hassan was also deeply aroused with his finger entering her ass. Small moans and grunts came passed her lips as he pushed to the base of his finger. Her ass was taking everything he could give. Keeping his left hand in a fist, with his middle finger extended, he pushed hard against her ass. Shruthi hassan pushed back, almost grinding.
“Push honey while I pull out.” he said to her
He then could feel her push as he began to back out his finger. But, he decided not to take it out all the way and slowly pushed up into her again. When he hit the base of his fist, he held it there, finger deep inside of her.
His finger had entered a cavity, having extended beyond her anal canal. He slowly circled it, rimming the inside of her body. Shruthi hassan grunted and moved her hips a little as he expanded his search. He found the edge of the canal and pulled against it, as though trying to hook a fish.
After a minute of poking, prodding, and exploring, he slowly pulled back. Then he pushed again, slowly, and then pulled, slowly increasing the speed. With every push, part of her anus would bury itself deep insider of her with his finger. But, when he pulled, her anal ring would grip his finger, with a small pink tooth at the center, begging it to stay inside of her.
As he slowly increased his speed, pulling in and out of her, Shruthi hassan became adjusted to the pace. Soon, he was pumping Shruthi hassan with his finger at the exact pace of the slow pumping of himself. She would push against him as he entered and slightly lift her ass off the seat as he pulled. It might not have been conscious, but she was anal fucking his finger.
The smell was becoming a musty, sexy smell. The sounds were sloppy. Without warning, he decided to end the fingering of her ass, and as Shruthi hassan lifted her ass off the seat, he pulled out his finger with a "plop."
My finger was covered with a slime, but no sign of anything extra. Shruthi hassan let out a quick “Ooooohhh….”
Whether it was relief, or regret, he could not tell. But, her asshole was quickly cycling between a pucker and a slight wink, as though it was catching it's breath.
“Did you feel anything?” he asked.
“Yea, it felt like it was working. Put it back in.” Oh. She didn’t have to ask him twice.
He took his hands out of his pants and decided he was going to be a bit more aggressive. “Honey, I’m going to push from the front again.”
Kneeling up, he reached around and purposely let his hand brush against her left nipple. Shruthi hassan jerked, but said nothing. Hell, he just had his finger up her ass. A slight nipple brush was nothing. He put his hand on her pelvic bone, and was instantly rewarded with a handful of thick, long pubic hair. This was the exact same spot as before, but she was the one who removed her dress. Not him.
He kept his hand firm and began to press. Oh, did Shruthi hassan have a hairy bush. He was amazed at the thickness, the length, the strength of her hairs. He then rubbed her hairs between his fingers as he pressed into her.
He brought his hand up to her belly button and slowly pushed down. The transition from soft, smooth, tender skin on her stomach to rough, coarse pubic hair was abrupt. He pushed deep into her hair, stopping just above her slit. Lifting his hand, he repeated, and repeated, and repeated his violation of her. There was no need for him to be rubbing her like this, but it was his first pubic rub on her, and he was the one lucky enough to give it to her. He was not going to cut it short.
With his left hand rubbing her dense bush, he took his right hand and placed it on the top of her butt cheeks, as though he needed them there for support as he pushed. Really, he just wanted to feel the small of her back, rubbing small circles with his palm while his fingers pressed against the tops of her cheeks.
Slowly, he slid his hand down over her ass, with his middle finger running down the center of Shruthi hassan’s crack, feeling the tufts of hair get gradually thicker. He felt her smooth, pale skin, felt the roundness turn from vertical to horizontal, and squeezed as his finger came in contact with her anus.
Shruthi hassan was ready this time, and when she felt his finger, she began to push her body against it. Quickly and easily, she sucked his finger up into her ass with little help from him. And as she did, he began to push on her pubic hair, slowly grinding it into her stomach. He had her sandwiched. His left hand was pushing hard against her pubic hair, and his right hand was pushed hard against her anal hair. Shruthi hassan just sat there and let him violate her.
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