Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

When I was a schoolgirl, on the way back home from our school, we had to cross the municipal office and the adjacent veterinary hospital. We often had chance to witness the arranged fuck of the village cows by the municipal bull. The petite cow would be locked in between iron bars and the well-fed sturdy bull would be made to mount the cow. As the dripping unsheathed stout cock entered the cunt, the poor cow would let out a terrible cry 'mmmmmaaaaaaaa...'

The same way I groaned and gasped. My brother's cock was so long and thick. It reached the unknown depths of my cunt, stretching them wide. My whole body shuddered and I was drowned by an immediate climax, which was indescribable for I had never before experienced such one in my life. I wanted to roll around, take him to my bosoms and cover him with a shower of kisses, but then, out of shame, I could face him only with my rear.



Having buried his thing completely into my sheath, he too growled. May be he had never before experienced such a heat and lube. (By the way he finger fucked and lapped my cunt, I didn't consider it was his first fuck). When he started moving his rock hard rod and stabbed my depths, I sobbed in unbearable pleasure.

His thighs were hitting against my buttocks, driving his distended cock-head into the far depths of my secrets. I could view his swinging testicles through the gap of my thighs. In no time I was carried away. I started pushing my bottom backward, in response, to receive his every stroke. And in unison we rocked. A slurping sound produced by our fuck was echoed by the four walls to compliment our laborious breathing, pleasurable groaning and thighs-buttocks slapping. In minutes, I sensed again the approach of that high flying sensations and at the same moment his grip on my hips hardened and he increased his speed. I shuddered in no time and then his cock injected its hot lava and flooded the far depths of my bubbling cunt. I collapsed on the bed. My brother collapsed on me. His member slipped out, painting the back of my thighs with its sticky wetness. We remained like that. Then I wept silently, mainly out of relief of my sexual stress.



My brother misunderstood my crying and begged my forgiveness again and again. Even then I couldn't gather my courage and face him to explain the real reason. He left the room.

Afterwards we never talked. He didn't leave for our village, but he managed to stay away from me. Daily he went to our grocery shop to help my husband in his business. Almost one month passed like that. My daughter arrived from her vacation for her school reopened. On the first day, when she was about to leave for school, she handed over me an envelope and said, "An aunty in the village gave this letter to give it to maamaa (maternal uncle). Please give him."

As soon as my daughter left, I opened the envelope and read the letter:



My dear lover-boy,

I miss you. You said you would return in few days, but one month has gone. My secret territories are longing for you to feel and play with them. How can you forget the wonderful things we did together? No lovers in the world could have achieved the mutual oral pleasures we had. May be you are angry because I didn't allow you to put your 'that' into my 'this'. Being a widow, I am afraid of pregnancy and bad name. But I've promised you that once you arrived with condoms, we could enjoy. I am also eager to have your very big 'that' inside my 'this'. As I taught you every other thing, I'll teach you that thing too. I want to be your first woman, so that you'll remember me always. Purchase as much condoms as possible and come back immediately.

Yours playmate

P.S. Please destroy this as soon as you read.

It was a shocking revelation regarding my brother, but heartening at the same time to come to know that he hadn't fucked any other woman. It was only me. I was the one who gave his virgin fuck. I could understand now his growl, when his penis came into contact with my hot wetness. Thinking about all those sensations, my desires flared up. Once is not enough. I wanted to have in his wonderful cock one more time. The mutual oral pleasures, mentioned in the letter, also ignited my imaginations.



I took a razor and shaved my cunt clean to make it palatable. When he came to have lunch, of course, along with my husband, I told him to stay back saying that I had some work for him. He blinked, but had no other way because my husband seconded me.

Once we were alone, I asked him to sit beside me on the sofa. I produced him the letter. In no time his face went pale. Who's it? I wanted to know, but he didn't reveal. He never made her known. I liked that character of maintaining secrecy. Such men are the ones suitable for clandestine-fuck. Okay, leave her; is it me then your first woman? I cautiously asked. He nodded and lowered his head. I was overwhelmed by an emotional upsurge. I hugged him. Emboldened, he placed his hand on my breast. I disheveled his hair. He squeezed his hand-load. I slumped on the sofa. He tripped over me. We kissed.



Oral pleasures...it was mentioned in that letter, what's it? I asked him in a diminutive voice. He blushed, but slipped down to the ground and positioned himself in between my legs. I was leaning on my back to the hand-rest with one of my legs resting on the floor and one, over the backrest. He hiked my nightie and exposed my clean shaved fleshy cunt. From my position I could read his face. He wetted his lips with his tongue. Then he looked at my face. I blushed but jerked up my cunt in anticipation. He kissed on the fleshy mound first. That itself sent a shiver through my body. Then he crossed his lips with the labia of my cunt and smeared them with the secretions. He put out his tongue and lapped up from my asshole to my clit, several times. My cunt started giving out more and more juices. He entered my hole with his tongue and propelled it through the undulations. I took hold of his head, running my fingers through his hair. He threw a glance toward me. I smiled back, weakly. He didn't have any aversion at all. He licked and sucked my juices into his throat, almost in a hurry, as if he didn't want to miss even a drop by slip. Then he traced up to my clit, attacked it with little pecks, circling it this way and that way with the tip of his tongue. My poor clit! It quivered as if it was caught in a storm. I raised my hips to give him more access. He took my clit into his lips and sucked it as if it was a tiny cock. I pulled at his hairs, pressed his face against my cunt, groaned and shuddered in uncontrollable outburst. He dived back into my hole and slurped up the sudden outpouring. I was writhing and moaning and moaning like a wounded cub.



He got up and peeled off his dresses. His cock sprang up like a lance. I wetted my lips with the tip of my tongue and stretched my hand toward his cock. He didn't give it in my hand, instead he hovered over me and placed it at my cunt. That was double okay to me. He fumbled because of his inexperience. My hand went to help him and he filled up my hole.

At that instant the phone rang.