Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Sahith1995]

Up in the kitchen, Ganesh stopped loading the

dishwasher from breakfast. What was that sound? It
sounded sort of like opera. He looked around the
kitchen. Strange. Maybe he'd go and find Anushka and
see if she heard it, too.

"Wow, Mom." Krishan tried to catch his breath. He felt
Anushka's pussy rhythmically squeeze his dick as she
finished cumming. He pulled out of her and looked
down. His dick was a frothy mess.

"I thought you had ... lost interest in me,. But I was ...
very wrong ... it seems." Anushka's whole body buzzed.
Her mind couldn't quite clear itself.
"I just had a lot ... on my mind. It's almost like you're
my girlfriend ... now." The words were awkward in his
ears.
"Don't say ... that stuff, Krishan." Anushka's eyes
regained focus, and she bent over to fetch some
towels. She tossed one to Krishan and put the other
one between her legs. "I'm your ... mother. I'm just
helping you out with a difficult situation."
"Okay." Krishan used the towel to rub off his slowly
deflating dick.
"Now let's get you to school." Anushka pulled up her
panties, knowing that she would be leaking quite a bit
of Krishan's sperm into them on the drive over to
school. "And let's be more careful in the future."

 "But Mom --" Krishan pulled up his pants.
"I'm not saying whose fault it was. But we can't risk
pregnancy." She shook her hips and let her dress fall
down around her knees. "Okay, let's get you to school."
Anushka smiled. She felt good. As she walked up to the
main floor, she realized she felt really, really good.
Krishan grabbed his backpack and they walked to the
front door.

"There you are," Ganesh called down to them from the
grand east stairway. "What's Krish doing home? I
thought the school bus left already."
"Oh." Anushka spun around and tried not to look guilty.
"We ... um ... we ... um ..."
"She was helping me with some homework I forgot to
do last night." Krishan frowned up at his father. "She's
taking me to school now."
"Oh, okay." Ganesh, oblivious to their discomfort,
smiled down at them. "Did you hear a high-pitched
sound a little while ago? Sounded almost like a lady
singing."
"No, dear." Anushka shook her head and shot Krishan, a
stern look out of the corner of her eye.
"Okay, maybe it was the wind." Ganesh shrugged. "Or
maybe the ghosts have returned." He laughed. "I'm
going to sweep up those ridiculous salt symbols now" He
waved goodbye, turned, and walked up the stairs to put
on his work clothes.

"We have to be more careful," Anushka said under her
breath as she led Krishan out to the car.
But wouldn't you know it, not ten minutes later, she
leaned sideways from the driver's seat, blowing her son
while he sat in the passenger's seat. Their car rocked
ever so slightly in an empty lot three blocks away from
the high school. She eagerly drank his salty stuff when
he spewed it down her throat. Her skills were improving
to the point that she didn't let any escape her mouth.
They were a little late for school, so she had to check
him in at the front desk. 
It was awkward for Anushka
talking to the school's administrative assistant with
the taste of sperm on her tongue and her vagina oozing
into her panties. But Anushka soldiered through, kissed
Krishan on the forehead, and sent him off to class.

~~
"So, this is what's left of our dreamstone?" Ileana
carefully unwrapped the rags that surrounded the rock
on her coffee table. She pulled her hand away and
sucked in her breath when she saw what their precious
stone had become. "This has been used for generations, Maxamed." The large, black stone was crisscrossed by long red veins now, pulsing to some unholy beat.
"Yes." Maxamed stood with his arms folded over his
tie, carefully watching his wife.
"It's become an abomination." She reached her hand to
touch it, but stopped. Some instinct told her not to.
"When I go back, I can get us another one." Maxamed
pressed his lips together. "This one seems to have
soaked up all the demons into it and calcified them. At
least they won't harm anyone anymore."
"But have you ever heard of such a thing?" The pulsing
mesmerized Ileana. Her hand extended toward the
stone again.

"I have not." Maxamed shook his head. "But I will ask
around."
"It's really quite compelling." Ileana's finger touched
the rock and a warmth ran up her arm. A loud crack
reverberated around their living room and the stone
broke into thirteen pieces. Ileana stepped back in
alarm, the heat moving to her chest.

"What did you do, woman?" Maxamed swooped in and
examined the erstwhile dreamstone. It had broken
neatly, without any chipping. "This cannot stay in our
house." He bundled the pieces up in the rag and ran out
the front door.
Ileana watched her husband drop the bundle out by the
sidewalk, and then he slowly walked back into the
house. Maxamed left the front door open when he
returned and stood with his back to it.
"If the demons are tied up in the stone, there is a
danger there it seems." He stood with his hands on his
hips. "How should I best dispose of the evil we purged
from the Anushka home? Perhaps the bottom of a lake.
Or maybe if we seek the help of an elder who ..."
Ileana tuned out her husband. She watched a group of
teenagers walk down the sidewalk and open the rag
he'd left on the edge of their lawn. Three boys and two
girls reached down and snatched up all thirteen pieces.
And then they walked off laughing and teasing each
other. Just like that, her husband wouldn't need to
worry about disposing of the dreamstone.

"... or an abandoned well." Maxamed looked at his placid
wife, annoyed that she had somehow broken the
dreamstone and then offered no ideas of her own for
its disposal. "Why did your touch break it?"
"I think ... I think ... I had a vision of its destruction,"
Ileana lied. "And my touch was its annihilation. I bet if
you went back to the covering now, it would be empty.
The evil that plagued the Anushka’s family is gone
from this Earth."
"That would be very strange." Maxamed slowly turned
and walked out through his open front door. He
stepped down the walkway and stopped next to the rag.
He bent down to pick it up. It was empty. She was
right. None of this made any sense. Maxamed knew he
would have to ask around the community to see what
others knew of these strange things. He took the
empty rag and tossed it in his neighbor's curbside
garbage can and walked back into the house. "How are
you feeling, Ileana?"
"I am tired, husband. Might I have some quiet time to
rest in our bedroom?" She turned and walked toward
the bedroom without waiting for his reply.

"Of course, I will not disturb you." He needed her to
regain her strength. There was so much strangeness
surrounding them now, it was hard to tell if things
would finally quiet down. This job seemed hardly worth
the work Ganesh had promised to do on their house.
When Ileana closed and locked the door to her
bedroom, she was not surprised to see that giant black
dildo waiting for her on the neatly made bed. "Even if I
wanted to use you, I am too sore from my time with
that boy," she whispered to the thing. "And I do not
want to use you at all." She picked it up off the bed
and put it in her dresser drawer. She wasn't concerned
about Maxamed finding it. She knew it would soon
disappear, playing its devious games.
"I have willpower, you see?" Ileana looked at the closed
drawer as she removed her dress. She unhooked her
bra and let her small breasts fall free. There was
something wrong with her panties. She looked down to
see a wet spot on the front. god help her, she was still
leaking that boy's sperm. How much had he deposited
in her? She put on new panties and got into bed. She
was proud of her willpower with that dark phallus. That
she could deny that evil thing boded well as she put her time with the krishan behind her. She quietly drifted
off to sleep.
~~
In the second period, a note from the office pulled
Krishan out of class. He walked down the long halls
back to the main office and was shocked to see
Hansika happily chatting with the secretary when he
got there.

"Hello, Krishan. Your sister-in-law signed you out for
your doctor's appointment," the secretary said.
"She what?" Krishan was very confused.

"Remember? Your mom couldn't take you today, so she
asked me to do it." Hansika smiled and nodded at him.
Her blue eyes filled with sincerity.

"Sure." Krishan nodded. He had no such memory. "My
books are still in the classroom."

"We'll have someone pick them up, and we'll hold them
here for you." The secretary offered her most benign
smile. "Have a good appointment."

"Thanks." Krishan followed Hansika out of the school in
silence watching her dress swish back and forth. When
they were out in the parking lot, he stepped closer to
her. "I thought we couldn't afford a doctor. Did Mom
finally freak out about my dick?"

"For someone so smart, you certainly are a dummy
sometimes." She looked at him sideways, with an
apologetic smile. "I made it up."
"You what?" Krishan stopped. "I have to go back. I
can't miss class for nothing. I'll be behind everyone
else."
"Come on, dummy. You can miss a little class. You
skipped the other day, remember?" Hansika grabbed
his hand and pulled him toward her car. "Didn't you get
my voicemail this morning?"
"No." Krishan let her guide him toward her SUV. "I was
... um ... busy."
"You're always so busy." She opened her passenger
door and shoved him in. "If you don't answer your
messages, this is what you get."

"Kidnapped?" Krishan said as she slammed the door and
walked around to the driver's side.
Hansika settled herself in the driver's seat and looked
over at him with some seriousness. "Look, I know school
is important to you, but you gotta know that this is
important to me." She put her hand on his lap and
squeezed his cock. She left her hand there as his dick
grew. Her eyes fell down to the bulge in his shorts.
"And I can tell this is important to you, too." She
moved her hands to the elastic waist and pulled his
shorts down.
"Han, this is my school parking lot." Krishan looked
around with his brow furrowed. There was no one
around, only parked cars. "Someone will see us."
"I just want to have a look really fast." She pulled down
his underwear and stared as his semi-hard penis sprang
out. "It's really incredible, Krish." She started the car
and pulled out of her parking spot. Her left hand went
to the wheel, her right hand fell to his dick and
stroked him. "This is the sort of dick that would move
the rise and fall of nations."

"I don't ... think ... that's how countries work, Pen."
Despite the situation, it felt really good. He let her do
her thing.
"Maybe not." Hansika drove them out on the main road
and turned toward her house. It was hard to keep her
eyes forward. "Does that feel good?"
Krishan nodded.
"It feels good in my hand, too." She pulled onto her
street. "Are you happy I pulled you out of class now,
smartypants?"
"No ..." Krishan watched her take her hand off the
wheel to hit the garage opener on her sun visor. "Yes
..." They pulled into the garage. "I don't know."
"You're so flustered. It's cute." Her right hand
continued on his cock while she hit the button to close
the garage door and turned off the car. "And to think,
I was so nervous about coming to see you at school."
She climbed over to Krishan, pulled up her dress, and
straddled his lap. "I hope I'm not crushing you." She
pulled her panties to the side and lined his dick up with
her slick pussy.

"No, it's fine." Krishan looked up at her as she wiggled
her hips and lowered herself onto him. Her blonde hair
shaded her face in the dimly lit garage, but he could
clearly see her expectant smile and then the look of
surprise as she felt him stretch her out.
"I'm ... aaahhhhhhh ... not going to leave your brother."
Hansika slowly started bouncing on him, she could raise 
her hips so high above his lap without dislodging him it
was almost comical.

"I ... didn't ask you to." He reached up and cupped her
heavy boobs through her dress. "And I have a
girlfriend ... remember? I'm not leaving her."
"I'd very much ... uh ... uh ... uh ... like to meet her."
Hansika's hips sped up, her nerve endings sparked with
pleasure.
"I don't think ... that's a good ... idea."
"I won't embarrass ... you ... Krish." She could hear the
wet sounds coming from her pussy in the closed space
of the car. She twisted her hips a little each time she
hit bottom and grunted like a mad woman. Nothing else felt like this eighteen-year-old's dick. "You have ... sex with her ... yet?"

"Yes." He gripped her boobs harder and looked up to
see her eyes closed tight and her mouth hanging open.
"Then ... uh ... uh ... uh ... we have a lot in common.
We've both ... had you inside us. We've both ... had the
best sex ... of our lives." Hansika screamed as her
orgasm tightened her muscles, and her pussy clenched
down on his cock. She pushed down with her hips and
jerked on his lap for several seconds.

Krishan let her work out her orgasm, and then pulled
her boobs up and down to get her bouncing on him
again. "I didn't know you were so ... kinky."
"Me neither." She sighed and put her hands on top of
Krishan's hands. She pressed his fingers harder into
her breasts. "Karan and I thought ... we knew what sex
was." Her pussy quivered. Shit, she was about to cum
again. "But ... we didn't. Oh, God ... Brad still doesn't."
She shrieked out another orgasm. When she finished,
she pulled off him and climbed into the back. She
spread a spare towel she kept in the car out on the
seat. "Let's not stain the upholstery." And beckoned
Krishan back with her. They mated in her car for two
hours until Krishan finally came inside her. She sighed,
laying on her back with her legs spread, cradling his
sweaty head to her left boob. "That took you a long
time to cum. Is your girlfriend using you up?"

"To be honest ..." He sighed and pressed his nose into
her soft flesh. She smelled sweet and musty. It was
perfect. "I have been having way more sex than I ever
thought I would."
"Well, you deserve it, Krish." She played with his blond
hair as they lay there. Spending languid time with
Krishan, with his huge cock still lodged inside her, was
just about the best feeling in the world. After the
feeling of humping him, of course. "Should I take you
back to school?"

"Probably."
Neither of them moved for a good long while.
Eventually, they cleaned best they could, dressed, and
Hansika drove Krishan back to school. He made it just
in time for the final bell.