Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Of the three friends, Tim was certainly the least social one. Which didn't mean that he was bad looking by any means, but he was scrawny and quick to grow nervous. Which was entirely to be expected considering he grew up in a household with half a dozen siblings. As the youngest sibling of the bunch, he had always been teased and made fun of. He never had a chance to build his confidence.


"I don't know, maybe?" His gaze jumped back and forth between his friends, and the cute girl who was waiting on the bed with her legs wide open, ready to be fucked with a sullen expression. She didn't seem too happy about the situation, but she also didn't glare or anything. She had accepted her fate.



She did however moan sweetly when a pair of fingers delved into her pussy -- and shoved all that previously deposited warm lubrication inwards. An unpleasant but familiar sensation, at this point. Francis seemed to be taking great delight in groping her in every way he could. His sperm-covered fingers left her pussy and trailed back up to her pussy, flat stomach -- where he drew a wet circle around her belly button before moving further up to cup her breast. A soft squeeze confirmed that her tits were just as responsive as her cunt.

"Yeah, I kind of wanna try." Tim watched the show and it was mesmerizing. His brothers often brought drunk girls home, and they often would end up being rather vocal about their nightly entertainment.

Unlike Robbie, Tim had never complained about wishing to lose his virginity. But much like his friends, he failed to see a reason to pass up on this opportunity.

"Sure, she's ready to go," Francis responded while he climbed off the bed.



Once again nobody bothered to inquire for Anushka's thoughts on the matter. She wasn't even comfortable with her spot on the bed -- the pillow elevated her midsection, sure, but that caused her head to rest on the rigid mattress. And her vagina was sore and achy. She also hated the feeling of sperm wedged into every crevice of her cunt.

Though just as she was about to voice her discomfort, Tim climbed on top of her. There wasn't much wiggle room -- it was still just a tiny bed, designed for just one person -- so when he planted his elbows on either side of her, she could only glance left and right in case she still had a chance to slip away. She couldn't.

"Could you...like...turn around?" Tim gazed down at her, and for the first time she actually had the presence of mind to look back up at him.

"Turn around," she repeated his words, albeit more slowly as if trying to decipher the meaning. "What do you mean?" She turned her head and looked at the wooden headrest of the bed. It took her another moment to comprehend his intentions -- to turn her body!



She's never had sex in any position but missionary. It hadn't occurred to the strictly religious girl that some people may have a preference. So she awkwardly twisted and turned her body around and found herself face-to-face with the mattress she had gotten so familiar with. She also felt the pillow now digging into her pubic bone. The result was the same, her cunt was raised and easy to access.

A strong blush crept across her cheeks, a burning shame. The growing awareness wasn't entirely a good thing...

She could soon feel something poking her labia again. It was a surprise that her crotch hadn't turned into more of a sloppy mess, but that simply meant most cum was still somewhere inside her.

Which wasn't reassuring. It made her nauseous to think she might get knocked up. She briefly wondered just how much cum would fit into her, before even her baby-frenzied vagina would begin to spit it back out. But then she remembered that even if her pussy would be filled to the brim, her elevated crotch was giving all their combined cum a chance to needle through her cervix and to drool right into her womb.



She shivered warmly and sighed, just long enough for her to question if her vivid imagination coaxed another orgasm out of her...

The gentle, careful prodding ceased when she felt Tim's appendage had successfully located her slit. It made her feel so very vulnerable. She was naked and exposed, and so cursed helpless -- yet she did not dare make a fuss about it. Just one more time, she thought to herself. They're almost done, then I can shower and go home.



Tim inched his hips forward, he had observed the prior dance long enough to have a general idea of how it was done. The bulbous cockhead nudged between the swollen lips of her pussy, pushed them apart and then entered the welcoming heat of her loins.

He moaned with a mixture of excitement and surprise -- it surpassed his expectations! So caught up in the moment, he eagerly intended to claim more of this newfound pleasure and pushed onwards, slowly but deliberately.

It was an effortless process, she took him in with ease. At least physically. Her mind was rebelling. She crossed her arms in front of her face and hid herself, an attempt to conceal her expression -- torn between shame, confusion and guilty pleasure.



Her new partner wasn't as large as the previous ones, but everything inside her had become so sensitive that he didn't need to be well endowed. She could feel every stroke, every throb. She could hear the soft creaking of the bed frame as he added more weight to her, and she could smell the potent scent of frequent intercourse. Her senses were drowning in an ocean of lust and everything tied to it.

Tim was taking his time, or at least tried to. He was inching back and forth, as if he was afraid he may break her if he pushed too deep, or too fast. He also wanted to make it memorable for himself, stretching these moments for as long as he could manage. Even if two other guys had already used her, it still felt like her pussy was tight enough to snap his dick. It was an impossible embrace, mayhap related to her youth, or rigorous exercise as cheerleader. Whatever it was caused by, it was a blessing.

Another subtle moan left him as he tried to thrust forward and was met with more resistance. It had no right to feel this good to have sex with her, and it was taking his breath away. It was the single-most special experience in his entire life.



Anushka felt similar. Her entire crotch felt like it was heating up or burning, like all the nerve endings were firing off signals left and right, to signal her what she already knew: Only her cunt mattered.

Every other push drove those thoughts home, and soaked her mind with more desire. A taboo kind of desire that seemed to be fighting with what little was left of her rational mind.

She listened to the way each thrust forced a wet squelch out of her beaten cunt and she moaned sultry. Though just as she was getting closer to claiming another orgasm for herself, she heard her lover releasing a more drawn-out moan. His voice was mixed with emotional release and regret, but also genuine joy. Anushka pinched her wrist, to distract herself from the sudden sensation of more spunk being delivered into her violated cunt. Hot, sticky bursts showered the depths of her cunny with everything he had stored in his weary testicles. Weeks, maybe months' worth of pent up semen.



"Ahnn!" She moaned by sheer accident, just as she felt a particular forceful burst against the end of her tunnel. It was humiliating, she didn't feel like she had any control over the situation.

At least it was over.

Or so she thought.

"Are you done? I kind of want to go again," Robbie asked. Nobody had the heart or motivation to deny him.

They switched places and Anushka once again found herself getting used for sex.



It wasn't a gentle fuck by any means, every thrust caused her face to rub across the mattress, but her energy was depleted. Everything began to blur into one big event, seemingly endless. Her thoughts dimmed and calmed down as she accepted that this would go on for much, much longer.

It was in the midst of that encounter that she finally fell victim to her exhaustion.

After all that had happened, she reached her limit and passed out while still being pounded from behind. It wasn't graceful and it certainly wasn't ladylike.



His crotch simply continued to repeatedly slap against the perky cheeks of her behind, to sink every inch of his overeager erection back into her sheathe. Subtle ripples waved outwards each time his flesh impacted with her buttocks. Nobody paid attention to the way she barely reacted anymore. If anything, they took it as sign that she finally consented fully. That she was merely ashamed of enjoying herself.