Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Krishan?" Hansika rushed into the room with a look of worry on her face. "You poor kid. Who did this to you?" She couldn't help but notice his dick had torn right through his pajama bottoms and still pulsed out in the open air, hard as can be. The room smelled like sex. She kissed him on the cheek and set about untying him.


"The Ileanas did this." Krishan felt relief wash through him. "Just hurry, we shouldn't be in this room."


"I know." Hansika stopped what she was doing and looked up at the frightful ursine taxidermy gazing down at her with its glass eyes. "This is a bad room, Krishan. Bad things happened here. But we need to keep the house's secrets." She went back to working on the knots.


"What?" Krishan flexed his wrists as the ropes fell away.


She pulled him upright and put her right arm around his shoulders. "Can you walk?"


"Yeah, I think." Krishan took an unsteady step. "They drugged me with something. The Ileana."


"Really? God, Krish." She helped him out of the room and up the stairs. She couldn't keep her eyes off his long dick sticking straight out in front of him. "Um ...Why are you so hard?"


"I don't know."


"Can you do something about it?" Hansika was afraid of running into one of the family members for a midnight snack. How would she explain helping her brother-in-law up the stairs with his giant dick swaying in front of them?





"My underwear is torn. I don't know what I can do." They got to the top of the stairs.


"You can think of baseball or ... shh." Hansika put a finger to Krishan's lips. "Did you see that?"


"No, what?"


"I thought I saw a glimpse of your mother climbing the stairs to your sister's room." Hansika moved again and helped Krishan into his room. She closed the door behind them.


"Well, maybe she's checking on Shriya." Krishan sighed as she laid him down on his bed. "Or maybe you saw a ghost." He looked up at Hansika and smiled. "Thank you for saving me." She looked so pretty, smiling down at him, her dress on crooked. She really had left Karun in the middle of the night to come to him. "Wait. How'd you know to come get me?"


"I'm ..." She twirled her wedding ring on her finger as she thought about it. "I just knew I needed to go to that room. There are secrets ..." Her voice trailed off.


"What secrets?" It was odd talking casually with her while his dick stuck straight up in the air.


Hansika shrugged her shoulders. "What else can I do for you? You look so bedraggled." She climbed onto the bed and curled up next to him.


"What time is it?" Krishan didn't want to move to look over at his bedside clock.


"Around three, I think." Hansika placed her head on the flannel that covered Krishan's flat belly. She looked up at has cock with wide eyes.


"So, Karun won't miss you for a while? Can you keep me company?" Krishan put his hand on her messy hair.


"Afraid of the dark?" Her hand crept over his hip and gently held his right ball. She massaged it.


"I didn't used to be." He felt her head moving toward his dick. "Wait, another woman was ... aaahhhhh ... that feels good."


Hansika licked up the shaft and nibbled at the head. She could taste the sex on him. The Hansika of a few weeks ago would have been disgusted, but now the taste thrilled her. "Another woman what, Krish?" She said between nibbles.


"I had sex tonight."


"I can tell." She sucked him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head. She popped him back out. "Let me clean you up. I'll take care of you, Krish." She licked her way down his dick and slurped at his balls, cleaning them off too.



"Thank you,." Krishan pressed his head into the pillow and let her go to work. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."


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With her belly full of cum, Hansika rose from Krishan's bed where she'd been cuddling the teenager. She sighed. He looked so peaceful sleeping with his blond hair pressed into the pillow. Thank goodness she'd woken when she had. She turned off his light, stole out of his room, and walked down the stairs. No surprise, the door to the locked room was closed and locked again. She checked it just to be sure. Better it stay that way.


In that whole house, the locked room was the only place that still upset Hansika. Taking a deep breath, she turned to the front door, collected her jacket and purse, and left the home. On her drive home, she wondered at how her in-laws' move had uprooted her life. Given how much it had changed her and Krishan, she considered whether it might have had an effect on the other. Hansika smiled. Anushka was too concerned with God's path to wander down the lust-filled trail Hansika had discovered. And Shriya was too much of a goody-goody.


Little did Hansika know, at that very moment, her mother-in-law and sister-in-law were up in Shriya's east tower room, grinding their pussies together and crying out in rapture.


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"Mom, wake up." Shriya shook the lump that was her mom's sleeping form under the blanket. "Mom?"


"Shriya?" Ganesh rolled over and rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?"


"Around three." Shriya stopped shaking Anushka. She frowned. Her dad wasn't supposed to wake up.


"What are you doing in our room?" Ganesh blinked, his vision blurry from sleep. He didn't want to get up to deal with this.


"I ... um ... just wanted a tuck-in."


"What? Are you five again?" Ganesh sighed. "Okay, I'll do it."





Anushka's eyes opened. "No, it's okay, Ganesh. I'll tuck her in. You can sleep."


"Great." Ganesh watched his wife's naked form slip from the covers and pull on one of his oversized sweaters. She really did look good these days. He made a mental note to have more sex with his wife. "Thanks, Jules." Ganesh rolled over and closed his eyes. "I could use the sleep."


"I'll be back in a little while." Anushka patted the lump that was her husband under the covers and walked out of the room just behind her daughter. Shriya's slender legs appeared quite thin in the dim light of the hall. Shriya wore only a pajama top that hung down over her butt. And panties. Anushka figured her daughter had to have panties on, too.


A clock ticked somewhere in the cold house. A steady, inexorable sound.


"What's going on?" Anushka whispered as they passed the open living room. Moonlight fell through the windows. "If this is about before, I'll let you have more later. But you can't wake me up in the middle of the night for a feeding. You're not a baby." Had she just promised to feed her daughter from her breasts again? She'd passed another Rubicon. It seemed she'd reached a point where the Rubicons just flew by.


"I couldn't wait, Mom." Shriya took Anushka's hand and pulled her faster toward her room. "I promise I won't wake you again. Just for tonight." The teenager had butterflies in her stomach. The anticipation felt like morning on steroids.


"Just for tonight," Anushka grumbled, but she squeezed her daughter's soft, warm hand. They passed Krishan's room and Anushka followed Shriya up the stairs to her bedroom. Another sound played at the periphery of Anushka's hearing. It seemed that soft footsteps beat in time with the clock. And maybe a gentle female voice. Anushka shivered and didn't look back as she closed Shriya's door behind them. She locked it and looked down at the sachet by the wall. The thought of pulling that incredibly heavy thing was not appealing. They were fine, whatever danger had roamed the house had long since passed. The current sounds were very different than the night before. She tried to put the memory of those heavy footsteps, and that awful, deep voice from before out of her mind.


"Can I touch them?" Shriya didn't wait for a response. She stepped up behind her mother and ran her hands up her dad's sweater, cupping and squeezing Anushka's massive boobs through the wool. A thrill ran through Shriya.


"Yes." Anushka sighed and relaxed. She felt Shriya's flat tummy resting against her butt as the teenager reached around her mother. "Not so grabby, pumpkin. Would you want someone to clutch at you like that?" But Anushka found she liked the insistent way her daughter's hands massaged her breasts. It seemed she was more desirable to her children than she was to her own husband.



"I would like it. I think." Shriya's legs shook, she was so excited. "Do you want to try on me?" She reluctantly moved her hands away from Anushka's boobs and turned her mother to face her. Shriya then reached down to the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, exposing her boobs. The moonlight flooded in through the circle of windows and Shriya could see the startled look in Anushka's eyes.


"I ... I don't know if I should." With some hesitancy, Anushka lifted her hands toward Shriya's chest. "They're so beautiful. I can't believe your father and I made these." Anushka cupped her daughter's breasts and gently squeezed. They were perfect handfuls.


"I hope I get boobs like yours someday." Shriya let out a long exhale. Anushka's hands felt nothing like Ted's awkward groping. Anushka's touch was gentle and firm. "That feels really good. Can you kiss them?" Shriya said.





"I don't know," Anushka whispered, mesmerized by the moment. She'd never held another woman's breasts before. Heck, she'd barely seen boobs other than her own. Just a few in the gym over the years, and she'd barely paid attention at the time. She now wished she'd paid more attention. They were wonderful.


"Please?" Shriya resisted the urge to pull her mother's lips to her tits. She let her arms hang by her sides. This was a precarious moment.