Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

I pointed to my wedding night saree in the wardrobe. Both of them helped me wear my saree and the blouse. Then they adjusted my saree, blouse, my hair, the flowers on my hair, etc to be in the right position, so that I looked like a bride. As it is, I was only 28 years of age. So, I suppose though I was a widow , yet all this dressing and make up, did make me look like a real bride being readied for her wedding night!



Varsha said, ' Memsaab ....... It is only 9.30 p.m. now. Your father-in-law has instructed us to take you to his bed-room at 10.00 p.m. I think that we should wait now in this room itself '

I sat on the sofa. Swathi kept looking at me with pity and gradually asked me, ' Memsaab ....... Can I ask you something ....... If you don't mind? '

I said, ' Yes Swathi, go ahead '

She continued, ' Memsaab ....... Have you agreed to become your father-in-law's mistress, of your own accord, or has he threatened and forced you to agree? '

I hesitantly replied, ' I have been forced - Swathi '

She continued, ' Memsaab ....... Varsha and myself can see that you are a very decent lady. You are so young. Being the daughter-in-law of this house, we are sure that you must have earlier heard about your father-in-law's sinful life. So, why did you come here? We are surprised that you have come inviting trouble! '



I replied, ' I had no where else to go Swathi. I am a widow now. I have very young child. I do not have any brothers or sisters. My parents are dead. I do not have a house. So, my children and myself were completely stranded. I cannot even find work because my child was young. So, that is why, I was forced to come here. Only that, I never expected that my own father-in-law would lust for my body and force me to become his mistress! '

Swathi hesitantly said, ' Memsaab ....... I shall give you the bottle of hair-oil. Please carry it when we take you to your father-in-law's bed-room and keep it on the draw next to the bed, so that you can reach for it, when you need it '

I replied, ' Swathi, why would I need hair oil in his bed-room? '

Swathi kept silent and looked at Varsha. Both the women exchanged silent glances with each other.



I persisted, ' Come on Swathi. Tell me. I am a woman just like both of you. If there is something that I need to know, which would help me, then please tell me '

She hesitatingly said, ' Memsaab ....... You are going to be brutally bangd by your father-in-law, tonight. You are such a young girl. He can be extremely rough and violent, when he is at the peak of his lust. At such times, he will not care for your pain. So, in order for you to be able to bear the pain, at least you can plead with him to use the oil and if it is immediately reachable, he may even listen to you and use it. That is why, you will need the oil '

I was confused, ' Swathi, why would I be in so much pain, as you say? '

It was Varsha who cut in and replied, ' Oh Memsaab ....... Your father-in-law is ....... Aaah ....... Aaah Errr ....... simply too huge '

I was still confused, ' Varsha, please speak clearly. I still am not understanding '



Swathi then replied, ' Memsaab ....... You are too innocent. What Varsha means is that ....... The size of your father-in-law's organ is ....... un-believably huge and gigantic. It is too massive and powerful. None of the women here in our village, have ever seen, or experienced, such a mammoth male organ - ever - in our lives. His organ is almost like an elephant's organ -- when it is erect. It is colossal. His monstrous organ is almost 10 inches long and maybe around 3 to 4 inches in thickness - when it is raging with lust. His testicles are equally huge -- like tennis balls! We can actually feel their weight, while resting on our vagina, when he is roughly thrusting into us '

I exclaimed in shock, ' No!!!!! That cant be true. How would you know? '

She replied, ' Yes -- Memsaab. What we are saying is true. That is because, like he uses most women in our village, he has used Varsha and me many times - to satisfy his lust. So both of us have seen, experienced and even enjoyed his huge organ '

I was really shocked and said, ' Oh Varsha -- that is so shocking! '



After some time, Swathi said, ' Memsaab ....... It is almost 10.00 p.m. We have to take you to your father-in-law's bed-room. He will be waiting for you now '

Swathi covered my head with the palloo of my saree and pulled it over my face -- like a typical Indian bride. All three of us, entered the room. My father-in-law was sitting on a huge sofa in the bed-room. He was wearing a thin cotton kurta & a cotton dhoti. There was a bottle of alcohol and he was drinking. When he saw us entering, he stared at me again with lust. I was a nervous wreck by now. Swathi & Varsha led me slowly to the bed. They helped me to sit on the bed, like a typical bride -- with my face covered by the palloo of my saree. My father-in-law kept looking at me. He was drunk. The women went out, closing the door after them. I sat silently on the bed -- shivering with fear. My father-in-law kept sitting on the sofa, staring at me and continued his drinking for some more time. After sometime, he got up, came near my bed and sat close to me. I was shaking with fear.



He asked me, ' Amala Paul, is this the wedding saree that you wore, on your wedding night with my son? '

I replied, ' Yes -- Baabuji '

He asked, ' Did my son, make you naked and then tear open your virginity, or did he do it with your saree on? '

I hesitated with shyness and fear. He said, ' Look little girl, when I ask a question in this house, I expect an immediate and frank answer. I do not like all this hesitation. It makes me angry '

I quickly replied, ' I was wearing this saree when it happened. Your son had pushed it up over my hips, when he did that '

He asked, ' Did it pain you a lot, when he tore your virginity? '

I replied, ' Yes Baabuji '

He asked, ' Did your cunt bleed a lot? '

I replied, ' Yes Baabuji '

He lifted the palloo of my saree from my face. He brought his face close to mine and started staring at me. He touched my lips with his palm and traced his palm over my cheeks and hair. He lightly kissed me on my lips.

He said, ' Amala Paul, you are so beautiful. What is your age now? '

I replied, ' I am 28 years of age, Baabuji '

He said, ' Do you know my age? '

I replied, ' I think you are 71 years of age, Baabuji '

He said, ' Yes. I am 71 years old. And here you are -- my beautiful 28 years aged daughter-in-law, on my bed, for my pleasure. I must say that I am lucky to have your young and healthy body, all to myself, for my pleasure. Don't you think so? '

I replied, ' Yes, Baabuji '

He said, ' Amala Paul, get down from the bed and stand in front of me. I wish to see your beautiful body in your wedding saree '



I got down from the bed and stood shyly in front of him. He kept staring at me and then turned me around. He touched my long plaited hair and the flowers that I was wearing. He slowly again turned me around, to face him. He removed my saree palloo, to expose my breasts which were enclad in my bra and blouse. I stood before him with my head down, while he was staring at my breasts.