Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

MHP-3


A cool autumn breeze blew yellow and red leaves through the air, rustling gently as they passed Krishan down the sidewalk. Krishan's shoulders tensed as he turned down his brother's street. A pit formed in his stomach as he imagined Karun's truck parked in the driveway. But it wasn't there.


Krishan walked up the drive, down the little path to the front door, and knocked.


"Krish!" Hansika squealed when she opened the door. "I'm so happy to see you. Come in." She wanted to play it cool with her brother-in-law, but that wasn't as easy as it sounded. A great big, bright smile wouldn't leave her face. She wiped her palms on her yoga pants to remove the sweat. "Want something to drink?"



"Actually, I was thinking ..." Krishan stepped inside and she closed the door behind them. She watched him closely with expectant, blue eyes. "I want to ... um ..." He reached up and pushed back his messy, blond hair. "Do you want to go back to the mansion? We could spend some time there."


"What's wrong?" Her smile fell. "Karun won't be back anytime soon, I promise."


"It's not that." He didn't want to tell her the truth. That a ghost had asked him to have sex with her back at the House. Despite what they'd already done, he didn't think that would fly. "It's just, I think it'd be exciting to ... do stuff ... in my room."


"Are your parents home?"


"Yeah, but they'll never know. It's a big place." Again, he didn't add that a ghost would help keep their noises concealed from the rest of the house while they fucked like bunnies.


"You really want to do this?" Hansika raised an eyebrow, hoping he'd say no. She restlessly adjusted her blouse and looked down into his sweet eyes. She'd waited all weekend for this moment, of course she was going to do whatever he asked. But she had to try to keep him at her place. She wasn't a teenager anymore to be sneaking behind the backs of her boyfriend's parents. Good God, she now thought of Krishan as her boyfriend.


"Yes, please."


"Okay, sure. Not a problem. If it's what you really want." She grabbed her purse and car keys and shepherded him into the garage. "But don't expect me to do this all the time. It's a little crazy. Even for this ...." She kissed him on the cheek. "This thing we have, whatever it is."





About a half hour later, Hansika sat cross-legged on Krishan's bed making eyes at him. She really felt like an awkward teenage girlfriend at that moment, sending all the signals for him to make a move. She'd had many moments like this over at some boy's house years ago. Some of those moments, in fact, were with Karun in a different home. Her heart beat fast and her palms clammed up. Was she really so close to feeling that amazing cock again? Was it really as good as she remembered?


"And Cassini went right past Ceres here." Krishan stood by his space exploration poster and was pointing out the various probe courses. He never had girls in his room and it was fun to show off his interests.


"Uh huh." Hansika nodded her head and smiled.


"Of course, it was on its way to Saturn." He traced its voyage with his index finger.


"Of course." She was growing impatient. This boy liked to make her wait.


"Speaking of Saturn --"


"Krish?" Hansika gave him a mock grumpy look and put her fists on her hips as she gazed up at him from the bed. "Get over here."


"Oh, okay." Krishan hopped on the bed and let Hansika remove his shirt. "Sorry about that." She gave him little kisses on his meager chest. "It's just, I get excited about ... oh ..." He watched her head move lower and lower and he felt her tugging off his pants and underwear. "That feels ... really good." She swallowed his dickhead and quickly worked him deeper and deeper down her throat. Krishan praised God for the invention of yoga pants. The flare of her hip as she leaned over was perfect. Of course, it would be even better without the pants.


Hansika gagged a little and reached for Krishan's enormous balls. Her fingers curled around them. Such powerful, precious things. And she felt powerful holding them. Before all this insanity started, she never would have believed she could deep-throat a dick, especially one as monstrous as Krishan's. But the teenager had a way about him, and she wanted to do whatever she could to make him feel good.


A little while later, Krishan stripped his sister-in-law and placed her on her back on the bed. She spread her legs for him, showing off her gorgeous, blonde pussy. It was spectacular, but it wasn't what Krishan had in mind. "Put your legs together."



"But you won't be able to reach if I do that." She closed her legs and let him mount her with his knees on either side of her thighs. "Ooooohhhhhhh." She looked down past the rolling hills of her boobs and watched him stick it in her. "I was wrong ... ugh ... you can reach from there ... so deep." She had to stop thinking about what was possible with Karun in mind. Krishan had changed the paradigm. "Oh ... God ... it hits a spot ... like that ... oooohhhhhhhh." She was already cumming.


"I wanna try something new." Krishan then spread her legs and put his hands under her, cupping her butt cheeks.


"That ... wasn't new?" Hansika looked on in shock as he pulled her upright, and then carried her off the bed, still speared on his dick. She circled her arms behind his neck as he stood next to his bed, holding her up in the air. "How ... uuugggghhhhhh ..." She felt his hands clutching her butt as he pulled her up that long cock and back down. She was so open and exposed to him like that. "How are you ... lifting me? I'm so much ... bigger than you." She hated to admit it, but she did outweigh the teenager by a lot. Especially since her boobs had grown.



"I've ... been ... working ... out." Krishan bounced her on his dick in the air and watched her eyes roll back in her head. It wasn't a believable answer, but Krishan didn't think she was listening to him anymore anyway.


Hansika's boobs shook and rocked back and forth. Her head rolled side to side. "Krishhhhhhhhhh." Her brother-in-law gave Hansika her first orgasm while being carried by a man. He was giving her so many firsts.


A couple hours later, Hansika rode Krishan backwards with her knees up and her feet planted on the bed. Each stroke was so ridiculously long. When she looked down between her sweaty, hanging boobs, she could see her belly bulging every time she hit bottom. She felt like a sex goddess. They were sex gods. 



Krishan slapped her left butt cheek and listened to the little cry of pleasure Hansika made in response. He decided to try some of Nayanthara's dirty talk on Hansika. "Are you ... a slut, Hansi?" He slapped her again, and enjoyed the red handprint on her pale butt.