Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"I'm dreaming." Anushka felt something trickle down her bare leg. She realized that her vagina was so wet that it was dripping. "Heavens." She put a hand between her legs, under the hanging flaps of Ganesh's shirt and felt her slit. She'd never been that wet before.




"Anushka ... " Nayanthara caught sight of the wife in the library doorway and her face lit in the sweetest smile. "You found me ... and ... uh ... uh ... uh ... Sunny." Her hips kept bouncing their steady rhythm. She held onto her belly with one hand and an engorged boob with the other. "You are dreaming and you are not dreaming."

Sunny did not look Anushka's way, but instead fixed his eyes on the wobbling, vigorous woman above him.

"You're so ... so ..." Anushka's hand moved between her legs. She would never have touched herself in real life, but in a dream it was okay.



"Eyes ... up here, darling." Nayanthara watched Anushka with some modest reproach. "It's never polite to stare at another woman's breasts." Nayanthara gave Anushka a wink. "But you like what you see, don't you? I offer you this and so much more. We already paid and received and the Devil took his due. Extend your approbation, good Anushka. You may have this too."

"No." Anushka shook her head and her fingers found her clit. Electricity moved up her spine. Her hand moved faster and Anushka felt her climax approach.

"Play coy, then, and watch Sunny fill his mother's womb yet again." Nayanthara thrust fitfully as Sunny grunted below her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he coated her insides.



"No. He can't be ..." Anushka grunted out her own glorious climax, hunching herself against her hand and letting Ganesh's shirt fall open. "... your son." Anushka cried out as her orgasm swept through her.

"Honey." Ganesh called to his wife from the master bath door. "You slept through the alarm. Time to get up."

"What?" Anushka opened her eyes. She was in bed with Ganesh's flannel shirt wrapped around her. What a horrible nightmare. She crawled out of bed and headed to the shower. She felt so dirty. She sighed. So very dirty.

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The rickety old shower in the bathroom across the hall from Krishan's bedroom was becoming Krishan's favorite place to fap. Shriya, in an effort to avoid his male teenage grossness, had taken the bathroom down at the other end of the second floor as hers. So, Krishan could fap away without being bothered. This was essential these days, because since he'd had his growth spurt that first night in the house, he'd needed to relieve himself several times a day.

Krishan was in the middle of his before-school-fap when a woman's voice breathed its way past his shower curtains. He froze.

"Such a mighty tool. A shame to use it as such." Nayanthara pulled back the shower curtain with slow persistence until her eyes could take in all of the eighteen-year-old.

"Thank God you're back, Mrs. Varma." Krishan stood there with water cascading over his thin body, both hands stationary on his dick. "I thought you might be gone forever."

"You disappointed me, Krish." Nayanthara smoothed out her bustled dress, her hands lingering on her bulging belly. A slight frown pulled her perfect lips down. "I made it very clear. You were to cover Anushka in your wonderful effluence. You refused me."



"But she's my mom." Krishan let go of his dick and reached out for the ghost. One of her ice-cold hands gently slapped him away.

"She is a sow, darling." Nayanthara, buoyed by her own words, smiled again. "A sow that you will sow with your great gift."

"I'm not sure what that means." Krishan stroked his dick. If she wasn't going to touch him, he'd at least get to look at this beautiful woman while fapping. "But I'm not going to do my mom."

"You are a recalcitrant young man, are you not?" Nayanthara reached into the shower and brushed one chilly finger down his arm. "I'll make you a deal. Get her to prime your release and I will take you to bed again. Bargain?"

"You want her ... uh ... to see me cum?" Krishan was close. His eyes went from that pretty, warm face down to the curve of her boobs hidden under her dress.

"I want her to coax your sperm. She must pull it out. I will accept that as payment for another tussle with you, dearie." Nayanthara faded into the steamy bathroom until there was nothing left of her.



"Maybe ... uh ... maybe ... okay." Krishan unloaded his balls onto the shower curtain and stood there gasping. He would do it. He needed to feel Nayanthara again.