Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me! Oh God, you're soooo biiiig!" she cried, "I love your cock, I love your cock, I love your FUCKING COCK!"

"Yeah, fucking take it! Take it, you slut! I always knew you were a whore for big dick!" he gasped and finally let go of her nipple and she immediately sat up straight, still riding his dick, bringing her breasts out of reach of his sharp teeth.

"Oh Yeah! Yes, I am! Fuck me with that fucking big! Fuck your slut, I'm your slut now!" she gasped and groped her tits -- though more gently than he had. When she told him that she was his now, she could feel his response through her body as he sped up, pistoning his dick in out of her.



"Yeah, you like having your own slut? Huh? Your step-mom-slut? Oh, fuck, you're so much better than your dad!" she gasped and met his every thrust with her own.

"Ahhh!" he groaned and his eyes seemed to lose focus. She needed to fake her orgasm soon, if he was to get his money worth...

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh, fuck me, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh yes, make Mommy cum! Oh, please! Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!" she cried and convulsed around his dick, just as he grunted loudly again.

"Oh fuck, Andrea ! Take my cock, take it, you filthy whore! Oh shiiiit!"

One last, hard thrust up into the whore's cunt and he emptied himself out into the condom with final, loud grunt.



With his orgasm safely in the bag, she collapsed atop of him, acting totally spent, and for a few minutes, they stayed like that, getting their breaths back.

"So, ehm... I'd better head back. To your dad," Andrea said carefully as she disengaged from her customer, his now-flaccid dick slid out of her as she crawled off him and stood up and put her boobs back into her bra.

"Oh. Eh, yeah," he muttered.

"This was... fun," she said as she picked up her torn dress and located her ruined panties, "maybe we could do it again sometime..." Mrs. Suman's Customer-service: always let the customer know you'd be up for more.



"Yeah, maybe," he answered dismissively from the bed and she left the room, carrying her ravaged clothes. In the hallway, she found her bag and pulled out the extra panties, skirt and top she'd brought. Slipping them on, she opened the door, called out "bye!" and left the apartment. All in all, it had gone a lot better than expected. Her nipples still hurt as did her cheek but in an hour or so, she'd be as good as new.



While Andrea left the building, rubbing her sore cheek, Jai lay in his bedroom, replaying the event again and again. It had been mindblowing, and he was certain he was gonna do it again. That power, that awesome feeling of dominance as he had slapped her around and simply owned her had been beyond his imagination.

However, why should he need to spend his money on sluts like Andrea. There were lots of chicks out there who needed a firm hand like his, and even though the whore had been paid, she had certainly liked it nonetheless.



The real Andrea  would too, he was sure. He should invite her over sometime. Sometime soon...

The End

[Delhidevil2021]

Please on Juhi Chawla and Sangeeta Bijlani

[handsome123]

Update plz.....

[Sabzzz19]

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me! Oh God, you're soooo biiiig!" she cried, "I love your cock, I love your cock, I love your FUCKING COCK!"

"Yeah, fucking take it! Take it, you slut! I always knew you were a whore for big dick!" he gasped and finally let go of her nipple and she immediately sat up straight, still riding his dick, bringing her breasts out of reach of his sharp teeth.

"Oh Yeah! Yes, I am! Fuck me with that fucking big! Fuck your slut, I'm your slut now!" she gasped and groped her tits -- though more gently than he had. When she told him that she was his now, she could feel his response through her body as he sped up, pistoning his dick in out of her.



"Yeah, you like having your own slut? Huh? Your step-mom-slut? Oh, fuck, you're so much better than your dad!" she gasped and met his every thrust with her own.

"Ahhh!" he groaned and his eyes seemed to lose focus. She needed to fake her orgasm soon, if he was to get his money worth...

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh, fuck me, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh yes, make Mommy cum! Oh, please! Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!" she cried and convulsed around his dick, just as he grunted loudly again.

"Oh fuck, Andrea ! Take my cock, take it, you filthy whore! Oh shiiiit!"

One last, hard thrust up into the whore's cunt and he emptied himself out into the condom with final, loud grunt.



With his orgasm safely in the bag, she collapsed atop of him, acting totally spent, and for a few minutes, they stayed like that, getting their breaths back.

"So, ehm... I'd better head back. To your dad," Andrea said carefully as she disengaged from her customer, his now-flaccid dick slid out of her as she crawled off him and stood up and put her boobs back into her bra.

"Oh. Eh, yeah," he muttered.

"This was... fun," she said as she picked up her torn dress and located her ruined panties, "maybe we could do it again sometime..." Mrs. Suman's Customer-service: always let the customer know you'd be up for more.



"Yeah, maybe," he answered dismissively from the bed and she left the room, carrying her ravaged clothes. In the hallway, she found her bag and pulled out the extra panties, skirt and top she'd brought. Slipping them on, she opened the door, called out "bye!" and left the apartment. All in all, it had gone a lot better than expected. Her nipples still hurt as did her cheek but in an hour or so, she'd be as good as new.



While Andrea left the building, rubbing her sore cheek, Jai lay in his bedroom, replaying the event again and again. It had been mindblowing, and he was certain he was gonna do it again. That power, that awesome feeling of dominance as he had slapped her around and simply owned her had been beyond his imagination.

However, why should he need to spend his money on sluts like Andrea. There were lots of chicks out there who needed a firm hand like his, and even though the whore had been paid, she had certainly liked it nonetheless.



The real Andrea  would too, he was sure. He should invite her over sometime. Sometime soon...

The End

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[Rajaryanea]

Write on Nazriya . And one more on rashi khanna

[Krishan202]

"Do you plan on living in the house?" Rajarao sat across the table from Ganesh and Anushka Shetty. They were an attractive couple. She was a tall brunette with a pretty smile, wearing a skirt suit that looked off the rack. He was a tall man with some gray in his short blond beard, wearing a brown Suit. This was the first time he'd met the buyers, and he had a pang of guilt to see them all smiles and eagerness. "My wife and I ... I mean ex-wife and I planned on fixing up the place, but we didn't get very far."

 

"We have the same plan." Ganesh accepted a document from the closing agent and signed it. "We'll live in the house while we fix it up."

"Do you have a son?" Rajarao signed one of his own documents and pushed it away from him.

"We have three beautiful children, Mr. Rajarao." Anushka cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. "Our eldest is married and off in the world. The twins still live with us."

"Are the twins girls?" Rajarao's voice sounded thin and unsure of itself.

"A boy and a girl." Ganesh's voice was more than a little sharp. "What business is it of yours?"

"None, none." Rajarao shook his head. "This house may test your marriage."

Anushka's pretty, curving lips slumped into a frown and she put her left hand on her husband's right hand and squeezed. Her large wedding ring stood out on her delicate fingers. "Our marriage is rock solid, Mr. Rajarao. This is not the first home we've rehabbed."

"I thought my marriage was unbreakable too." He took a sip from one of the plastic water bottles on the table. "And how old is your son?" Rajarao's heart beat in his ears. He knew he was pushing it with this nice family, but he had to know.

"The twins are eighteen." Anushka squeezed Ganesh's hand a little harder. She wanted him to know she'd had about enough of this.

 

"Maybe ... maybe ... maybe ..." Rajarao nodded to himself. "Maybe the house will ignore him."

Everyone in the room buzzed with tension. The seller's agent looked like he'd rather be elsewhere. The closing agent kept her eyes on her papers.

"Watch the boy." Rajarao looked over at Ganesh. "Just watch your boy while you're in that house."

Ganesh turned to the closing agent. "Can we sign the rest of the paperwork in a different room? My wife and I would rather not share space with him." He jabbed his finger at Rajarao.

"Of course." The closing agent stood and ushered them out of the room.

Anushka spared a glance back at Rajarao as they left. He was staring at her butt, shaking his head, and muttering "slut" to himself. In all her years buying and selling homes, this was the most unusual closing she'd been a part of.



"It's got good bones." Ganesh looked up at their new house with a satisfied smile. The Victorian mansion had been a beauty at one point, but it had fallen into some disrepair. Nothing too worrisome. There was some rotted siding and peeling shingles. It needed paint. But lots of the original detailing remained. The two turret towers still stood proud on either side of the house. "What do you think, Anu?"

"I'm still in shock at the price." Anushka walked up next to her husband, the weeds crunching under her sneakers. She slipped her arm around his waist and squeezed. "We lucked out, honey." Anushka kissed Ganesh on the cheek and then looked back at the car. "You twins wanna see your new house?"



"Coming." Krishan shut off his phone, slipped it into his pocket, and hopped out of the car. "Wow, we're living here? It's huge." Krishan was a small teen. He pushed his longish, hair back off his forehead. "How many rooms, Mom?" Krishan couldn't look away from the house, taking in the old fish scale shingle accents and finely carved geometric shapes around the windows. In all his eighteen years, he'd never seen anything quite like it.

"There are twenty-two rooms, Krish." Anushka gave her husband another squeeze and then walked over and stood next to her son. "Seven bedrooms, five bathrooms, four living rooms, a den, a library, a kitchen, a dining room, and, of course, the grand entryway."

"That's twenty-one." Krishan looked up into his mom's warm, brown eyes. "What about the other one?"

"Well, your father and I don't know yet." Anushka smiled down at him. "There's a room next to the study that's locked. The seller says he didn't have a key."

"Oh, cool, a spooky mystery." Krishan smiled and nodded with exuberance. "Hey, Shriya," he called over his shoulder. "Come and see this."

"In a minute, dufus." Shriya still sat in the back seat of the car, texting her friends.



A pickup truck drove down the old cobbled driveway and parked next to them. Krishan's older brother, Karun, waved to Krishan with a sardonic flourish from the driver's seat. His wife, Hansika, waved and smiled at Krishan too, with a bit more authenticity. She had her blonde hair up, and she wore an old t-shirt, ready to work. Krishan felt some butterflies in his stomach the way he always did around her.



"Karun's here?" Krishan looked back up at his mom, as if he had hopes that his eyes were playing tricks on him.

"Of course, sweetie. The movers will be here soon. We need help, right?" Anushka patted Krishan on his skinny shoulder. She was mostly oblivious to Krishan's apprehension about spending time with his bully of a brother, and his sweet, beautiful wife. "I hope when you're a man, you'll be as considerate as your brother." Anushka walked back over to her husband, took his hand, and walked down the cracked concrete of the front walk. "Let's get this house opened up."

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"I'm eighteen." Krishan said under his breath. "I'm a man."

"No, you're not." Karun walked up next to Krishan and punched him on the arm, hard enough for Krishan to know it wasn't playful. "You're still a runt, Krish." Karun hit him again, laughed, and walked after their parents.

Krishan stood in the weeds and rubbed his arm, watching Karun stalk off. His brother was his opposite in many ways. Karun was tall, broad-shouldered, and his muscles bulged out of his t-shirt. And he was not nearly as thoughtful as their mom thought.

"He doesn't really mean it." Hansika walked up and gave Krishan a pitying, sympathetic smile. "He's actually very considerate." She patted Krishan on the head like he was a lost puppy, and followed her husband up the walkway.



"He means it," Shriya whispered. She had finally left the car and stood a few feet from Krishan, eyeing their new house. "It really is a monstrosity, isn't it?"

"Our brother or the house?" Krishan looked at Shriya, admiring her quick, friendly smile.

"Both?" Her small, elfin features caught the morning sun as she looked up at windows in the west tower.



"Yeah, you're probably right." Krishan walked off toward the house. "Come on, Shriya, let's go pick out our rooms."

"Okay." As Shriya followed her brother, she kept her eyes up on the windows like she had spotted something interesting. But she said nothing more.

Even with help from the movers, the family were hot and sweaty by the time the family's stuff was settled. Most of the boxes and furniture were in their assigned rooms.

Anushka and Ganesh took the master bedroom on the second floor for their own.

Krishan took the second-floor bedroom with the fireplace, on the opposite end of the house.

Shriya, wanting to have some space of her own, took the circular bedroom in the east tower, above Krishan.

Karun and Hansika set up a guest bedroom for themselves across the hall from the master bedroom. The couple didn't plan on spending the night all that often, but there were bedrooms to spare. They'd sleep there that Saturday night, help with the unpacking Sunday, and then leave Sunday night. It wasn't a long drive back to their small home across town.

The house was clearly a product of its era. Only the entry way and the second-floor living room had open layouts. All the other rooms were cloistered and compartmentalized. All around them, there was rich wood paneling and bountiful carving and inlay. The Victorian builders loved to pour on an excess of detail and a mansion like this had certainly spared no expense when the house was built in 1886.



The family ate delivered pizza together in the oak-paneled dining room when their work was done. After that, Krishan excused himself to take a shower. He grabbed a towel from one of his boxes and found the bathroom across the hall from his new bedroom. It had an old clawfoot tub with a shower curtain hanging from a rickety curved rod. He sighed to himself, but it would have to do.

Downstairs, Anushka washed dishes and thought about how they'd probably need to start with remodeling the kitchen. She could really use a dishwasher. Suddenly a chill passed over her and she shivered. She felt Ganesh step up behind her and give her butt a pat. "Hands off, Ganesh. Save it for our new bedroom."



"What?" Ganesh called in from the dining room where he was clearing the table with Hansika's help.

Anushka's pulse quickened and she turned, but no one was in the kitchen with her. She turned off the sink and put her hands on her hips. That was odd. She could have sworn somebody gave her butt a little smack. Well, she was tired. "Nothing, honey," she called back to her husband. And now that she thought about it, she was dirty. So very dirty. Without another word, she walked out of the kitchen, down the hall, and upstairs.

The thought occurred to Anushka that she should use the master bath and it might be good to grab a change of clothes and a towel. But instead, she walked right to the bathroom across from Krishan's new bedroom. She opened the door and slipped in. She could hear Krishan softly singing to himself as he scrubbed himself. Anushka's heart thumped in her chest. She left the door open behind her and walked up to the shower curtain. For some reason, she needed to make sure Krishan cleaned off properly. It was her motherly duty after all.



"Hit me baby one more time --" Krishan sung to himself. The shower curtain flung open and Krishan gave a high-pitched shriek. He turned to see his mother standing there with a distant look in her eyes. "Shit, Mom, what are you doing?"

The shriek snapped her out of it. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Krish. I didn't know anyone was in here." She looked him up and down. His pale, thin teenage body was slick with water. She couldn't help but notice his penis. It seemed he had not inherited his father's hefty seven inches. That was too bad for her little man. "I ... um ... thought this shower was empty."

"Like, you didn't hear me?" Krishan caught his mom looking at his junk, and he quickly put both hands over his crotch. He knew he was small and the look of pity in his mom's eyes confirmed it. This was mortifying. "Get out, Mom."

"Of course, sorry. I'm so sorry, Krish." Anushka retreated back out into the hall and closed the door. That was all so strange. She must be more tired than she thought. She walked back to the stairs with the most peculiar feeling. It was like she was moving in a stodgy dress, with an awkward bustle in the back. She had to look down to confirm to her brain that she in fact still had her t-shirt and jeans on. She'd go to bed early, she decided.



Something woke Krishan in the middle of the night. The old mansion creaked as its timbers contracted and expanded, a type of breath any old house would take. The cool night air settled around the house. Krishan's curtains billowed in the moonlight as a breeze blew through his open window. When had he opened his window? And if there was a draft blowing in there must be a cross breeze. Krishan looked over to his bedroom door and saw that it stood open too. That was odd.

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A thump sounded down the hall and echoed into his room. That must have been what had woken him. And then another thump. And pretty soon the sound picked up a steady rhythmic beat. It wasn't so much a thumping as a slapping sound, he decided. Probably his stupid brother trying to prank him. Krishan threw off the covers and walked toward the door. The smooth, cool floorboards pressed up against his feet. He hugged himself against the breeze. It was very cold in his room.

Once at the door, Krishan peeked out into the hall. To his right all was quiet at the stairs that went up to his sister's room in the east tower. To his left, the hall extended a long way. Past the grand staircase, all the way down to the closed doors of the bedrooms where the rest of the family slept.

"What the?" Krishan's eyes widened. A naked woman, large breast leaned her elbows on the railing overlooking the grand stairway. He could just hear her soft grunts. Behind her labored a young man probably Krishan's age, or maybe a little older. He gripped the pregnant woman's hips and thrust in and out of her with an enormous dick. His strokes were so long, Krishan thought he'd plop out of the woman, but, instead, he drove back into her again and again.



On the floor, all around the mating couple were strewn old timey clothes that surely must have fallen out of a novel. Krishan's penis hardened in his pajama bottoms.

The woman turned her head and looked at Krishan. Her eyes blazed into his soul. "There you are, dearie." She gritted her teeth with each thrust. "The bond, the pact, the contract made." She spoke softly but the words carried down that long hall to Krishan. "We paid and received and the Devil took his due." Her whole body jiggled wonderfully with each hard thrust. Krishan had never seen anything he wanted more than this woman.

"Who ... who ..." Krishan stammered. "Who are you?"

"I am Nayanthara, and you may know me the way the stud knows the mare if you wish." The woman smiled a sweet wistful smile. "You may possess all that you see."



"How?" Krishan watched her shaking ass and the lovely curve of her delicate back.

"You need only say that you want me." Nayanthara grunted as the young man behind her picked up the pace. He was hammering her now. "Say you will pay the price to have what you will."

"I ... I ..." Krishan did want her.

"Offer your approbation, dearie. Then, you will know this pleasure." Nayanthara braced herself as the young man grunted and stopped his thrusts, clearly cumming inside her. She pushed back and hissed through her teeth. "Pay the price and you can have what my sweet Sunnyhas. For ever and ever." Panting, she kept her eyes locked on Krishan.



"I want you." Krishan didn't know what the price was, but he was more than willing to pay anything. "I'll pay the price."

"Good boy,"  Nayanthara said. And with that, she and Sunnydisappeared, along with all of their clothes.

"Hello?" Krishan blinked. A warmth grew in his small, stiff penis. At first it felt pleasant, but then it quickly became unbearable. It was so hot. His balls too. Everything down there felt like it was on fire. He ran across the hall and turned on the shower all the way to cold. He jumped in with his pajamas still on and pulled down his bottoms. The cold water did nothing to cool his fevered skin. His dick was glowing a reddish color he had never seen before, but one he'd later describe as something sanguine. The color of pleasure and blood.

As he watched with his mouth slack in horror, his dick grew. With each beat of his pulse it added a little to its girth and length. Veins defined themselves along his shaft. The head swelled and turned a dark purple color. Krishan tried not to hyperventilate. After several minutes, the dick stopped growing and stood out from his skinny frame with monstrous proportions. Probably longer than a foot and so terribly thick. The glow left his penis, and spread to his balls. Now they too grew with each beat of his heart. He reached down and grabbed his dick with both hands and stroked. He'd never known such pleasure before. When his balls stopped their expansion, they were quite swollen and crisscrossed with little purple veins.

"Oh my, God, I'm ... going to ... explode." Krishan let loose a torrent of cum onto the shower curtain and sagged down to his knees. That was more cum than he was used to producing in a whole month. His dick went soft, but it was still so huge as it rested in his hands.

Krishan wiped the cum down the shower drain, stood, and turned the shower off. Still soaking wet, with his bottoms around his ankles, he stumbled out of the tub and into the hall. His dick swayed like a pendulum between his scrawny thighs. He managed to cross the hall into his bedroom, close the door behind him, and tossed his exhausted body into bed. Krishan fell asleep almost immediately, and dreamed heavenly dreams of taking Nayanthara from behind.



What a wonderfully large house. They were a lucky family to find this steal, Anushka thought to herself as she padded down the second-floor hall wearing a casual summer dress. It was a clear, sunny morning and most of the family ate breakfast down in the dining room. Everyone except Krishan, that is. He hadn't gotten himself out of bed yet, which was unusual for him. He was often the first to rise. He'd probably stayed up too late with a book or something. Anushka knocked on the door, but received no answer.

"Krish, I'm coming in." Anushka opened the door and stepped in. She found him lying on top of the covers, on his stomach. His little white butt nearly blinded her in the morning light. She giggled to herself, she hadn't seen his naked butt in years. Now she'd seen his diminutive penis and butt in the course of two days. "Krish?" Anushka walked over to the bed and shook his shoulder. His pajama top was damp. Maybe he'd had night sweats. She felt sorry for him. His nightmares probably had something to do with her seeing his little thingy. "Time to wake up, pumpkin."



"What?" Groggily, Krishan turned his head on the pillow and blinked his eyes up at his mother. He'd always known she was pretty, but in that moment, she looked completely enthralling. His eyes went to her cleavage as she bent at the waist. His cheeks flushed and he looked up to her sweet smile. Very fine crow's feet lines, obvious in the morning light, extended next to her eyes. The small wrinkles looked so lovely and reassuring.

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"It's time to wake up." Anushka noticed her little man taking a peek down her dress, but she didn't mind. Teenagers couldn't really help themselves after all. "We're leaving for Temple in an hour. And we have a lot of unboxing to do today." Anushka straightened and gave Krishan a wink. "I'm going to go get changed. Get ready and go grab some breakfast." Anushka did her best not to giggle as she left the room. She closed the door after her.




"Oh, shit." Krishan realized only after she'd left that he'd been mooning her. He turned onto his back and his soft, giant dick flopped onto his belly. "Oh, double shit." He looked down at what until yesterday had been an awkward problem on the tiny end of the scale, but was now an embarrassment of riches. How was he even going to stuff all that into his briefs?

Krishan hopped out of bed, did his best to tuck that monster comfortably into his underwear, and put on his clothes.

When he arrived downstairs, he found his siblings in the dining room finishing off their breakfast.

"The runt has landed," Karun said between mouthfuls. He wore an ill-fitting suit that couldn't quite contain his broad shoulders. He had his blue tie flipped over his shoulder.

"Good morning, Krishan." Hansika gave Krishan that usual sad smile that said she felt sorry for her husband's little brother, but she wasn't going to do anything about it.



"Why are you walking so funny?" Shriya looked Krishan up and down as he found a seat and served himself food.

"Just sore from all that moving." Krishan flipped his red tie over his shoulder to keep it away from any wayward syrup.

"Do you even lift, bro?" Karun laughed at his own joke and looked at his wife.

Hansika was torn between supporting her husband and not wanting to further humiliate poor Krishan. She chose the former and chuckled, but didn't make eye contact with either of them.

Both Krishan's sister and sister-in-law were already in their Sarees. Krishan's eyes took in the swell of their breasts under the conservative cut. Hansika certainly had more in the boob department, but she was in her twenties. Krishan supposed Shriya would grow bigger. Then he realized he was thinking about his sister's tits and his mouth turned down in revulsion.



"What's wrong now?" Shriya's sharp features were accentuated by the inquisitive look on her face.

"Nothing. Just a bad taste in my mouth." Krishan tried to keep his thoughts about Shriya clean, but all sorts of torrid images burst into his brain. Did she shave her pussy? What did her butt look like? Sure, he'd seen her in a bathing suit dozens of times, but he'd never really looked. Much to his dismay, his new freak-of-a-dick started pushing at his underwear as it swelled with blood. He needed to think of something else. "How'd you sleep up in your tower?" Shit, now he was thinking about her laying naked in bed. The world was going topsy-turvy.



"I slept like a log." Shriya cocked her head at him. "What's wrong with you today?"

"Nothing, nothing." Krishan shook his head.

"I think he's finally hit puberty," Karun said.

"Enough with that, Karun." Ganesh walked into the room. "Okay. Let's get this show on the road."

Everyone but Krishan got up from the table and took their dishes into the kitchen. Krishan sat there for ten minutes and slowly ate. Maybe he was hitting puberty way late. Maybe that's all this was. Then he thought of Nayanthara and a chill ran down his spine. No, something else was happening.



Eventually, Anushka came to get him. "We're out the door, Krish. Come on."

"Coming, Mom." Krishan got to his feet and followed her out of the house. He needed to talk to somebody. The Priest? No way. His dad? That would be weird. His sister? No. His mom? Butterflies rose in his stomach as he contemplated confiding in her. He wasn't sure why, but it would have to be her.

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On Sunday afternoon, Anushka sat on the floor in the middle of the library unpacking and organizing books. The jeans and t-shirt she had on were dusty from the day's labors. Her hands stopped when she pulled the book First Love out of its temporary carboard home. She remembered reading it when she was in college. A love story between a teenage man and an older woman. As she recalled, the woman was capricious and the man overcome by infatuation. She opened the book and read a random passage. "I burnt as in a fire in her presence ... but what did I care to know what the fire was in which I burned and melted--it was enough that it was sweet to burn and melt."




Seamlessly, Anushka felt that she had moved into dream. A woman in a bustled dress stood over her, looking down at the book. "I read that book on its first printing." The woman's hair fell around her face. "It's a rather scandalous and scorching tale."

Anushka looked up at the woman and a sense of calm spread over her. "Who are you?"

"My name's Nayanthara. How do you do?" Nayanthara held her hand out.

"I'm Anushka Shetty." Anushka reached out for the hand, but it was offered in such a way that she knew she wasn't supposed to shake it. She was supposed to kiss it. Did women greet each other this way all those years ago? Anushka didn't think so, but she took the hand and delicately placed her lips on Nayanthara's knuckles. The woman's skin was icy on Anushka's warm lips. She released the hand and looked down at the book.



"Go on," Nayanthara said. "Read another passage."

"Sure." Anushka felt that the whole world had gone foggy. She flipped pages and read. "Beware of the love of women; beware of that ecstasy - that slow poison."

Nayanthara laughed. It was a pretty, tinkling sound. She held her swollen belly. "I'm glad my Sunny never read that book. We wouldn't want to warn our boys, now would we? I do believe he turned eighteen the year I read this."

"What year was that?" Anushka looked back up into those beguiling eyes.

"It was 1897, of course." Nayanthara smiled.

"Of course." Anushka nodded.

"Now, Anushka, would you like to know the pleasures I found with my Sunny?" Nayanthara's smile grew and her freckled face radiated happiness.



"I don't understand." Anushka shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs from her brain.

"The bond, the pact, the contract made," Nayanthara said. "We paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation, sweet Anushka."

"No." Anushka dropped the book and ran her hands through her long hair. "No, this is wrong."

"Mom, are you in here?" Krishan poked his head into the doorway.

Anushka found herself lying on the floor in the middle of all those books. She sat up and looked around the room wildly. Nayanthara was gone. Had Anushka drifted off to sleep while unpacking? What a strange dream. It had been a trying few days. She looked back to her son who had a worry line etched into his forehead. "What's wrong, pumpkin?"



"I think I need to see a doctor." Krishan stepped into the library and closed the door behind him. The door could lock from inside. That was an odd feature for a library. He locked it. "I'm going through some ... changes." He looked down at his mother. The outline of her bra straps under her t-shirt fascinated him. He'd never really noticed what wonderfully round, full boobs she had. He tried not to stare at how her breasts warped the logo on her shirt.

"No insurance, remember? Hopefully we can avoid the doctor." Anushka stood up and brushed herself off, shaking the last clinging remnants of that dream away. "Tell me what the problem is."



"Last night I had a strange dream about a lady, and then this happened." Krishan unbuttoned his pants.

"Wait, Krish. Did this woman have ...?" Anushka gasped and lost her train of thought as Krishan lowered his pants and underwear and she got a good look at what hung between his legs.

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"See. That's why I need a doctor." He looked away from his mother.

"Is that real?" Anushka tentatively walked toward her son. It looked real enough, just ridiculously exaggerated. The skin tone was right for Krishan. It swayed a little like she'd expect such a large hunk of meat to sway as Krishan shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"I'm not messing with you, Mom." Krishan spared a glance as she approached. Her eyes were narrow, and she moved almost like a cat on the hunt. It was disconcerting.



"I'll need to touch it." Anushka drew near to him and reached her left hand down to the soft appendage. "Just to check." She brushed her fingertips down the top and the thing jerked and grew a little. "Oh, I see. It's real." She took a deep breath. "It's real, alright." In her head she heard Nayanthara's voice. Anushka needed only to pay the price and she could possess everything before her.

"Mom ... uh ... you better stop now."

"Just a sec, pumpkin." Anushka slowly wrapped her fingers around the thing's monstrous girth and squeezed, pressing her wedding ring into the spongy flesh. Some part of her brain flashed warning lights and Do not deprive each other except perhaps by mutual consent and for a time, so that you may devote yourselves . Then come together again so that will not tempt you because of your lack of self-control. Anushka let go of her son's hardening thing.



"I'm sorry, it just did that on its own." Krishan looked down. His dick was now almost fully hard, head purple and veins bulging.

"Go take a cold shower, Krish, and we'll talk about his later." She gave him a shove toward the door. "And for heaven's sake pull your pants up."

Krishan turned, pulled up his pants, and rushed for the door. Tears welled in his eyes. He was so confused. Base urges and conscience pulled in far flung directions. He didn't think the cold shower would help, but at least it was the perfect place to fap. He opened the door and rushed down the hall.

Anushka's chest heaved and she shook her head. Her mind vacillated between thinking the whole thing was the product of a fevered mind beset by a tempestuous few days, to focusing back to the reality of Krishan's strange penis as she held it in her hand. They'd need to get the wi-fi working, because Anushka needed to do some research on how quickly the teenage penis was supposed to grow. She was pretty sure it wasn't that fast. Good Lord, he was now twice the size of his father.



Sunday evening rolled around and Anushka found Krishan in his room. He was laying on his bed messing around on his phone. Goodness gracious, she could see the bulge of his soft penis in his shorts. "Get up, Krish. Let's have another look at it. I Googled your condition and didn't find anything. I think if it looks healthy, we'll just call this an unusual growth spurt."

"Okay, Mom." Krishan got off the bed, stood on the hardwood in his bare feet, and dropped his shorts. His breathing quickened. Did he like showing off his dick to his mom? Was that the reason he'd picked her to help him with this problem? Krishan was glad he hadn't tried his father. That would have been nothing but embarrassment.

"Wow, sweetie. That really is some growth spurt." Anushka's eyes widened as her gaze roved over the great hanging thing. "Okay, Ganesh," Anushka called over her shoulder. "I do think you need to see it." She hadn't wanted to bring in her husband. Maybe she'd exaggerated the memory of Krishan's penis from earlier in the day. After all, she had been groggy from that dream about the Book woman. But clearly, it was just as big as she remembered it. She needed a man's opinion.



"What?" Krishan looked at the door in a sudden panic.

"Alright,  let's see what all the fuss is about." Ganesh stepped in from the hall where he'd been waiting. He got one look at his son with his shorts around the ankles and stopped in his tracks. "Well that does look out of place, doesn't it?" Ganesh took another step and stood next to his wife. "You should check it, Anu. Make sure it's ... I don't know ... normal."

"We can see it's not normal, honey." Anushka frowned at her husband. "I don't want to touch it." In her mind, she added again. But she couldn't have Ganesh know she'd already held the thing.

"I'm right here, Mom." Krishan's cheeks flushed and he looked away. He expected his dick to shrivel up and disappear. That's what his old dick would have done. But this monster just hung there. At least he didn't have an erection. That would be a real nightmare.



"Sorry, Krish." Ganesh looked back at Krishan. "You are as God created you and you have nothing to be ashamed of."

Krishan didn't think that was right. It was  Nayanthara that did this and Krishan was pretty sure she wasn't working with God. "There was a lady last night --"

"Hold on, Krish. One thing at a time." Anushka didn't mean to be cross, but she wanted to focus on the issue at hand. "We need to deal with this now."

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"Well, it looks healthy enough." Ganesh leaned a little forward as he tried to assess his son's dick without getting too close. "Does it hurt?"

"No, it's okay," Krishan said. "But I really have to tell you about --"

"There you are. What's everybody doing in ..." Karun walked into the room and stopped in his tracks. "Holy shit. What the hell, Mom and Dad?"

"Language, Karun." Anushka turned and shook a finger at Karun. "We're just trying to see if your brother needs any medical attention."

"I bet he does." Karun shook his head like he was deep in thought. "He's a freak." Karun didn't like any of this. His stupid little brother was swinging some serious pipe. He'd never tell Hansika about this.

Krishan wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Instead he just stood there with his dick out in the breeze.

"That's not helpful, Karun." Anushka scowled at her eldest.



"Well, now." Ganesh sighed. He looked away from Krishan and offered a wan smile to his wife. His youngest son suddenly made him very uneasy. "It seems healthy enough. If it doesn't bother him, there's no need for a doctor."

"This house is so big. It took forever for us to find ..." Hansika walked into the room and her jaw dropped. Shriya walked in next to her and her hand went to her mouth. Both women quickly had very rosy cheeks. All four eyes fixed themselves on Krishan's dick.





"What ... what happened to Krish?" Shriya couldn't look away from the horrible thing between his legs.

"It's perfectly natural." Ganesh moved toward the door and tried to shepherd his family back into the hall. "We come in all shapes and sizes."

"But that's not Krish's thing, Dad." Shriya let herself be pushed out of the room.

"Of course it is, Shriya." Ganesh cleared out everyone but Anushka, and their voices faded down the hall.

"You can put that away now." Anushka watched him pull up his shorts and underwear, he struggled to tuck his thing into his clothes. "So, it's decided. If it hurts or changes in any way, you let me know. Otherwise, this will be the last we talk about it. Okay?"

"Sure, Mom." Krishan looked at the floor.

Anushka turned and walked to the door and a sudden thought entered her mind. She looked back at Krishan still standing there. "Cheer up. It would have been so much worse if they saw the little thing you used to have. I think the men were jealous. Don't you?" Anushka smiled her warm, caring smile but it occurred to her that was a very odd thing for her to say.



"Thanks, Mom." Krishan looked up and smiled back. "Yeah, sure."

"Good. That's all settled then." Anushka slipped out the door and closed it behind her.

Dreams slipped past Krishan as he slept. There was no room as the house whispered into his mind. Over and over again, Krishan heard that he'd paid the price and now it was time to take what was his. Krishan woke with a sudden start and sat up in bed. Moonlight fell through his bedroom window. Again, the damned window hung open and the curtains billowed. What was going on? He was sure he closed it this time. Krishan took a deep breath. He was about to get out of bed and rectify the situation when he noticed a shadow looming by the fireplace.

The shadow took a step toward the bed. Krishan's blood ran cold. It took another slow step. The form was a woman in a Victorian dress with long flowing hair cascading over her shoulders.

"Hello?" Krishan's voice croaked weakly.



"You paid the price, now take what you will." Nayanthara stepped into the moonlight and looked down at Krishan in his bed. Her pale skin almost glowed as she dropped her dress to the ground and moved closer. She stood over him completely naked. "Did you see the doubt in their eyes? They all know what will come."



"Who?" Krishan looked up at her swollen freckled breasts. Her nipples were dark and her areolas expansive. His gaze trailed down over her belly to the triangle of hair between her slender legs.

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"You know who, Krish." Nayanthara pulled his blanket and sheet slowly off the bed. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of his manhood barely contained by his pajamas. "You're ready for me. Good boy." She bent down and grabbed the cuffs of his bottoms. The twin diamonds on her wedding ring caught the moonlight. With a swoop of her arms she pulled the bottoms off Krishan and his dick sprung free. "What a fine bludgeon you now have."



"I'm ... a virgin ... Nayanthara." Krishan gripped the sheet in either hand as she climbed into bed with him.

"Not for long, darling." Nayanthara straddled him and reached below her to grasp his cock. "Soon, you'll find yourself surrounded in acquiescent quim. Anyone you want, Krish. Anytime you want her."

"Your skin is so cold." Krishan shivered as she dropped her hips and he slid into her. Her insides were as chilly as her exterior.

"Warm me up then." Nayanthara groaned and took long, slow bounces up and down. Her boobs and belly shook with every thrust. "That's a good lad." She cupped her boobs in her hands and leaned her head back. Nayanthara rolled her eyes and her pretty lips parted. "So ... goooooood."



"Am ... I ... uh ... uh ... uh ... dreaming?" This was so far beyond any fantasy Krishan could conjure up.

"Noooooo." Nayanthara switched to gyrating her hips and placed her cold hands on his meager chest. "It's time ... Krish ... for la petite mort." Her hips stopped and she trembled all over. Her dangling boobs shook just above Krishan's face. When she'd recovered from her orgasm, she went back to long, bouncing strokes again. This time with both hands on her belly. "Very good, Krish. Now it's your turn."



The sounds of Krishan's soft grunts, Nayanthara's more animalistic ones, and the slapping of frigid skin on warm skin filled the large, dark bedroom. She rode him for a long time.

"Nayanthara ... it's happening ..." Krishan shut his eyes tight. "Ooooohhhhhhhhh." He came and came inside this strange woman. Nothing in his life had prepared him for the ecstasy of that moment.



When Krishan opened his eyes, golden morning light streamed through his open window and his mother was knocking on his door. Nayanthara was nowhere to be seen.

"Time for breakfast, Krish." Anushka had the good sense not to barge in on her growing boy after the incidents the day before. She wanted no more to do with his enormous thing. "college bus will be here in thirty."



"Okay, Mom." Krishan called back through the door. What a strange night that had been. He looked down at his rigid marvel of a dick and wondered if he had time for a fap in the shower before breakfast.

to be continue...

[ashw]

Anushka is My Wife,My Love,My Honey,My Sweetheart





Anushka is my wife and I am her hubby..She is made for me only...I hug her tightly and lick her whole naked body and fuck her daily day and night with my monster dick very very hard in every position of Kamasutra and in her every hole..She moaning loudly and enjoy real pleasure with me in bed...She is My LOVE, My JAAN.

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It's wow story

[Manikanta]

Terrific ? one of the Best story

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Having visited Madurai umpteen number of times, it wasn't difficult getting a room in my favorite lodge. I was immediately allotted my preferred room which was on the third floor and away from the hectic activities of the lodge. I could see a lot of surprise in Vani Bhojan, my sister's eyes for all the respect I commanded from the staff and she smiled at me feeling somewhat secured.






"I am feeling better," She told me as we got inside the elevator. I smiled in reply.


she looked like the typical angel from the heavens. I knew that there were many guys who would do anything under the sun for a date with her. my eyes were attracted to her sexy curves and wonderful well shaped tender breasts. Not so surprisingly, she remained my favorite fantasy during all those masturbation sessions.





I was understandably upset to know that she was in love with Karan. I was jealous of him although he was a handsome guy with neat habits and hailing from one of the illustrious families in the city. I knew that my parents had other ideas about Vani's marriage and hence it would be impossible for her to convince them about Karan. Somehow, I realized that I had a fat chance of getting her laid if I extended some support to their love affair. Soon, she began trusting me to the hilt unsuspicious of my intentions to take her virginity before she married her lover.


As expected, a huge volcano erupted once my parents came to know about Vani's boyfriend. They were unrelenting as they categorically made it clear that Vani could never marry Karan so long as they were alive. Fortunately, they weren't aware of the clandestine support I have been providing to the  lovers. When you are lucky, you remain lucky most of the time.





"We are going to flee from Bangalore," Vani had informed me a few days ago. "We are planning to get married in Madurai and may never return here."


I immediately felt a gloom settling all over me. I feared that my fantasies about my sister might never get fulfilled if they do as they had planned.


"You are at some risk if you do that," I tried reasoning with her. "You don't know the influence Dad has in the security officer. He can trace your whereabouts within hours."


"Do you think so?" Vani sounded really concerned. "What else can we do now?"


"Listen carefully," I said holding her hands. "You have to come to Madurai with me under some pretext. Let Karan join a day later so that nobody can doubt anything. You do whatever you wish once he comes and I won't stop you."





We had to tell a lie to our parents that a close friend was getting married in Madurai. I persuaded my parents by telling them that I could use the opportunity to talk to Vani and influence her in changing her mind. As I had expected, we both were allowed to proceed to Madurai. Obviously, Vani was delighted about the whole thing. She never knew that I was more delighted than her.


Finally, we were in Madurai. I felt like jumping in joy the moment we entered the hotel room. I was nervous too wondering as to how and when I should take the first step in seducing my sister.


"You are a wonderful brother," Vani said as we relaxed after a typical south Indian lunch. "I know you are risking a lot for our sake."


"It's alright," I quipped with a smile.


"I wish we can reciprocate whatever you did for us," Vani kept speaking.


"I am sure you can," I said with a broader smile.





"Tell me how," Vani came closer to me on the sofa.


"You look very tired," I said with genuine concern. "Let's talk about it in the evening."

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She was persistent for a while and kept asking me what exactly I meant. I had made up my mind to relax a while after a tedious bus journey. While I preferred to stretch myself on the chair, Vani slept on the cot. I kept watching her breasts heaving in and out as she breathed before I slumped into a brief sleep myself. When I woke up around five in the evening, she was watching the television muting the sound. We had some nice coffee after which we got ready to go to the famous Temple that was in striking distance from our hotel. I wasn't giving a clue after returning to the hotel and even after we retreated to the room after dinner.





"Now, let me know what you have in your mind," Vani spoke after emerging from the bathroom with a loose nightie on. I still feared it was a bit too early.


"I hope you won't mind if I sleep on the bed," I deliberately changed the topic although I knew that her reply would perhaps give me the encouragement I was looking for.


"Of course I won't," Vani replied sounding unduly surprised. "After all this is a double bed."


"Thanks Vani," I said with a glee. I presumed deeds would talk louder than words. I remembered to have slept with Vani on the same bed when we were kids. Things changed once she attained puberty and understandably so, in a family that still held the conventions as close as possible. Perhaps, the distance between me and my sister had flared up my curiosity about her. We hardly touched each other and when we did, we used to apologize as if we had committed some sin. From a thin puny girl, Vani blossomed into a curvy sexy woman kindling my desires for her all the time.





"Are you thinking about something?" Vani interrupted while I was almost immersed in memories.


"Yes. Somewhat," I replied with a sigh. "I was wondering why Karan hasn't called yet."


"Don't worry," She smiled. "He might be calling late tonight."


I was lying on the same bed with my sister. I gathered the courage and let my right hand to rest on her forehead. She smiled at me and closed her eyes as my fingers began stroking her hair. She wasn't reacting when my fingers trailed through her cheeks and on her neck. She opened her eyes and looked at me with surprise after my fingers traced around her soft lips. I held her lower lips with my fingers and gave them a gentle squeeze.


"I can't believe that you are the same mischievous girl," I said while I inched further towards her body. "Do you remember those playful days? We were always together. We ate together. We slept together and even bathed together."


"Yes. Those were wonderful days," She agreed. "I will miss you after my marriage."





"Me too," I said with a sigh. "You were the only saving grace in the house. I have always managed to be cheerful watching you smile."


I could see her eyes moisten a bit. It was the right opportunity for me to keep going further. I wiped off the few drops of her tears and followed it up with a gentle kiss on her forehead. I immediately felt her body shaking gently while my lips brushed her forehead.


"We used to kiss each other when we were kids," She said with a giggle.


"I know," I said with my heart thudding heavily. "You were a little girl. You looked very thin and puny. I used to carry on my shoulders most of the time. I was fond of pinching your thighs whenever you were mischievous."


"Yes, I can tell you it used to hurt a lot," She laughed. "I am glad you stopped doing that."


"Somehow, I want to pinch you once today," I said with a smile. "It has been so long."


"You won't," She laughed again.


I looked straight into her eyes for a while as we kept smiling at each other. My left hand reached to her left thigh and gave it a nice pinch.


"Ouuuuuuuch!" She screamed rather aloud.


"Thank God," I laughed. "At last I made it after so long."


"It hurts," She said with no signs of any pain. I could see the smile on her face was intact.





"I thought I did it quite gently," I said while my left hand began rubbing the spot where I had pinched.


"What are you doing?"


"Just hold on. You will be alright," I said while my palms went about rubbing her thighs quickly.


"It's ok. Leave it."


"Just wait for a minute," I said and quickened the pace of my fingers on her thighs. She closed her eyes as my fingers stroked the soft fiber of her nightie just above her thighs in an amazing speed. As I kept motioning my fingers on her thighs, I could see her nightie slowly moving upwards. My eyes gazed at her ankles, calf; knees as I kept stroking her letting her nightie crawl upwards till I could see her lower thighs. I stopped briefly to have a close look at her shining thighs before my fingers settled on her soft skin of her left inner thigh.


"Ohhh!" She moaned instantly.


"Vani, you have a glowing skin," I admired while my palms gently caressed her left thigh.


"I am feeling very odd," She began heaving as she spoke. "Please stop it now."


Her hands hurried to push her nightie to cover the exposed legs. I quickly slid down and planted my lips on her feet. I started brushing my lips against her ankle and soon moved up through her calf to reach her thighs again.


"Now I know what you are doing," Her hands firmly pushed my head which was moving upwards. "This is very wrong."


Nothing could stop me once she had realized what I was intending to do. My hands began rolling up her nightie again till it went well above her navel. She was stronger than I had presumed as her hands were pushing back my head from moving upwards. My face rested on her panties while my cheeks were brushing against her inner thighs. She arched forward to push me off and my hands swiftly grabbed both of her young breasts and held them in a tight grip.


"Oh Brother," She moaned again. She sounded like music when she moaned and I could feel my dick swell inside my brief. My hands began squeezing her tender breasts while my mouth was pressing hard against her panties. Her young scent filled my nostrils and my tongue popped out of my mouth to lash at her panties. She was almost jumping at every stroke of my tongue while her hands pulled my hair in a cluster. I wasn't minding the pain and kept moistening her panties with frantic lashes. Her breasts were getting mashed under my tight grip and she squealed feeling my palm brushing against her nipples. I went about eating her pussy with her panties on and kept going till I felt her loosening her tight leash on my hair. Her screams of agony soon sounded like moans of pleasure as she fell back on the bed. Her hands went up to hold the headrest of the bed while her legs began spreading apart.





"That's like a good girl," I said in an appreciative tone. "Enjoy yourself."


I stood up and took off my clothes in a flash. Her eyes closed at once after I was completely naked. I was amazed to see my hardened dick which looked longer and harder than ever before. I leaned towards Vani and pulled off her panties quite easily.

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"Don't make me naked," She pleaded.


"Ok. Vani," I agreed and jumped on to the bed. I quickly made her turn sideways and got as close to her as I could. My erect dick was pressing hard against her naked ass cheeks while my bare chest was pressing against her back. I closed my eyes for a moment to enjoy the fragrance of her hair before letting my hands through her armpits to reach to her breasts yet again.


"You need to pull up the nightie a bit further," I said and without waiting for her answer lifted her nightie well above her breasts. My hands struggled to unclasp her bra hooks before finally letting off her young breasts free in the air. She shuddered once her bra went off and her body arched forward as my fingers reached to her nipples. My hands hungrily cupped her breasts and kept squeezing and kneading them with lust.





"Hmmmmm! Hmmmmm!" She kept moaning while my throbbing cock was getting in between her thighs to search for her moist pussy.


"Let's stop here," She pleaded again. "I am your sister. I am getting married."


"Shut up," I ordered and planted a kiss on her neck with passion. "Tell me once you are through. You will forget Karan after having your brother's dick inside."


My left hand reached in between her thighs and settled on her public hair. She squirmed as my fingers stroked her hair before tracing her pussy lips. My palm soon found her moist cunt and began stroking it quickly. Her moans became louder and I could see her nipples hardening as I kept teasing her pussy. She was carefully holding her thighs together not to let my dick get past them. Suddenly, she turned around, hugged me and kissed on my lips. She was surely turned on now. My hands moved to her bare ass cheeks and started fondling them. Vani was writhing.





"Oh Brother," she yelled.


"Suck them now," she pleaded after bringing her breasts inches away from my face. "Lick them and bite them."


Why should I refuse? I pounced on her breasts and began sucking her nipples.


"Yes. Just like that," she squealed. "Suck them all over."


It was dream come true for me. I kept squeezing, kneading, sucking and occasionally biting her breasts. Her arms held me in a tight leash while her lips kept kissing me on my cheeks, chin and my lips. She squirmed every time my hard meat brushed her thighs and public hair. She soon reached to my shaft and squeezed it. "That feels like a monster."





"I can't tell you how excited I am," she muttered while holding my monster in her hands. She sent down a thunderbolt all over my body by stroking her fingers on the split on the head of my dick.


"I didn't like it when you touched me," she hissed. "But I want more of it now."


"It would have been thoroughly unfair," I freed her breasts and spoke. "If you would let Karan to play with your wonderful body for the first time."


I resumed slowly on her breasts and began to massage them. Vani moaned low and leaned closer to kiss me again. Her body felt soft and amazingly warm against me as we indulged in another prolonged kiss. My tongue began running across her lips, licking her moisture with thirst.


"I better get rid of this," She swiftly pulled off her nightie through her head and threw it wildly on the floor. She followed it up with taking off the unclasped bra and smiled at me watching my eyes scatter all over her nudity.


"I am fascinated by your dick," She admitted. "It is a magic rod."





I couldn't resist closing my eyes as my sister kept feeling my dick by caressing and fondling with glowing lust in her eyes. My hands gently rubbed her pinky areola while her puffy nipples grew beneath my palm. Vani wrapped herself around my legs and I quickly pulled her closer.


"I am going to eat your pussy," I whispered into her ears. She blushed and hugged me harder. My hands stroked through her legs which felt as smooth as if made of sandalwood. I ran my fingers up the back of her thighs and she squirmed.


I felt the moisture on her pussy lips. She was quick to pick the clue as she lay back on the bed. I immediately went besides her and let my hands wander all over her naked body. She giggled as I touched her breasts yet again and played with her nipples.


"Brother, I thought you have had enough of them," She smirked.


"Not really," I said and lunged forward at her globes again. This time around, it was my tongue that trailed all over her breasts and jumped from one to another licking those wonderful nipples. She was right, I wasn't getting content with her breasts as I kept teasing them with my tongue before eventually devouring them to suck again. Vani's body arched pushing her breasts deeper into my mouth.


"Take them on; this is our last night together," She spoke with long gasps.


I ran my hand well below her stomach till I reached her pussy. She groaned aloud as I gently began rubbing pussy lips. I looked up to watch her flutter in joy while my fingers kept teasing her pussy lips and kept going till she writhed.


"My fingers aren't bigger as my dick," I whispered before slipping two fingers into her soggy clit making her let out a very loud moan. My dick was growing in size and strength watching my sister while my fingers dived in and out of her.

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Vani was swimming in pleasure feeling her pussy getting rigged by her brother's fingers. I easily made out that she was fast loosing and let my face move and rest close to her pussy. No sooner did she feel the eruption, her juices started flowing inside my mouth like a stream.


"What a wonderful brother you are," she moaned. "Go ahead and plunder me. Let your monster barge into me."


I mounted on top of her at once as if I was waiting for her to give the go ahead. I began by kissing her again while pressing my dick against her pussy. I felt touching the doors of heaven as the tip of my dick knocked at her entrance. I wasn't unduly hurrying as I pushed in slowly letting my long meat slid into her gradually. She was tight as hell as I tried to push further. I paused for a moment taking a deep breath and humped into her again. She was swinging her head either side as I kept trying to let my dick inside her pussy. She groaned aloud after I managed to let almost half the length of my dick inside her.





"Tell me if it hurts," I told her with real concern.


"Go ahead brother," she groaned again. "Fill it up at once."


I withdrew from her for a moment and pushed my waist against her a bit harder than before. This time around, I could feel her pussy lips yielding to my forceful thrust and Vani's squeal suggested that my dick finally made the headway inside her.


"Oh this is heaven," I muttered and preferred to stay still for a while, relishing the feeling of her pussy holding my dick. I could see a magic smile flashing on my sister's face that encouraged me to start pumping her. I teasingly withdrew the whole length of my dick from her pussy and watched her looking at me somewhat perplexed. I knew that she was wondering why I had retreated from her and her expressions suggested that she was really ready for a royal screwing. While she kept gazing at me with surprise, I suddenly humped against her letting the whole dick to slid into her pussy at one go. She screamed again and her pussy gratefully gripped my dick.





Vani began moaning intermittently and moved her waists to cope up with my pumping pace. We picked up the pace soon and my dick was gliding in and out of her pussy with amazing ease. We looked at each other while our bodies slammed. I was frequently modulating my strokes to let her feel the pleasure of her pussy being pounded by my hard meat. Vani's legs wrapped around my waist. She gripped my back as though she wasn't willing to let me off the hook. Soon we could just hear the slurping sound of my dick diving in and out of her soggy pussy and the noise of our sweating bodies slam against each other. I was getting more intense as I increased the momentum and soon felt a hot stream erupting from the bottom of my shaft through the stem of my dick. I was getting excited to realize that I was about to explode into my sister and went about slamming as deep as I could.





"Vani," I screamed before unloading consecutive shots of cum inside her pussy sending her body to a few shivers. I felt as though my dick was immersed in hot fluid and soon realized that my sister had passed out as well. I almost collapsed on her naked body and kissed her neck before letting my head rest on her shoulders. Vani discovered the warmth of her brother's semen flowing into her while she herself was writhing in her orgasm. They slept in each other's arms soon and never heard the cell phone ringing in their deep sleep.





At Bangalore, Karan was wondering why Vani wasn't picking up the phone.


THE-END