Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Vetrimaran]

Amala paul, leading actress in South, divorcee from her first hubby currently with her secret boy friend... Due to corona govt announced complete lock down n Amala struck at her Chennai apartment away from her boyfriend, all shooting also cancelled due to lockdown n she was alone in her apartment..
she spent sometime by talking to bf n friends through video calls but most of times she was alone n boring.. she got bored of social media too with her usual id... One day whe she was checking her fb she saw a hot meme with her pic n both pic n wording in meme r so catchy which attracted her attention... She started looking into that profile and she finds lots of dark memes on her name n pics from her movie which made her hot.. she opened a secret account, started following that guys profile.. all the stories n memes on Amala paul in tat profile made her curious n hot..
she started talking to him in msger with secret identity... All their discussion revolved around Amala Paul n he shared lots dark desire n fantasy about Amala paul which made her feeling hot n craving for those dark fantasies... She liked his domination ideas and all his dominating fantasy made her pussy dripping wet n she enjoyed by fingering herself…
She told him to consider her as Amala paul n asked him to treat as his slave and she accepted him as his virtual master..
she started doing the task provided by him in real time n day by day she started carving for his touch n domination in real time... She took a bold decision of meeting him in real time.. she gave her address and fixed time to meet her master. He strictly order the dress code to her for their first meet.
As per his master instruction, Amala paul, kneeled down in floor, completely nude, bent her head down n was waiting for her master.. she heard some one opening the main door n closing, foot steps approaching her. A guy came n sat before her in chair, she can view his figure through the shadows but she s not dare to raise her head until her master order to do so…
Amala paul can smell the strong purfume smell from her master n all the curiosity made whole body hot.. without even touching her pussy s wet heavily… guy lighted a cigarette n blown the smoke on her face which Amala was enjoying..
Finally Amala’s master wanted to show some mercy for her killing curiosity.. he hold Amala Paul's hair as bunch n raised her face up..
Amala shocked to see his master, it's her Car driver Vetri.... Vetri laughing with victory of his fantasy n held her cheeks in tight which made Amala lips open n Vetri blown all the smoke into Amala’s mouth by kissing her…..
No turning back for Amala paul now n she doesn’t want her freedom too… she found her true self under the foot of her master Vetri….

[Krishan202]

MHP-7

A shiver ran down Anushka's spine. It was cold in the hall as she stole out of her bedroom wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties. She put her hand protectively on her stomach. She could just feel the growing bump there. She wasn't going to be able to hide it forever.





Softly, Anushka closed her bedroom door. She didn't want to wake her oblivious husband sleeping in their marital bed. Also, Karun and Hansika slept right across the hall. She didn't want to wake them. But more than anything, she didn't want to wake the house. She remembered well the night Vijay varma had chased her down the hall. She hadn't seen him since. Maybe he'd wandered off never to return. Anushka padded down the hall and stopped in front of Krishan's door.


Anushka reached for Krishan's door, but then stopped. Not tonight. Anushka tried to give her twins equal time. She took a deep breath and thought of the pleasures that awaited her in Shriya's tower room. She hustled down the dark hall and up the stairs.


Outside Shriya's door, Anushka paused. All three of her children slept under her roof that night. Karun had always been different from the twins. He rebelled at his outsider status. But now, he was more the odd one out than ever. Anushka had bonded with the twins like she'd never imagined possible. Poor Karun had no idea how he'd been pushed farther to the margins. Even his own wife had betrayed him for Krishan and his monstrous penis.

Somewhere in the house, a clock ticked with ponderous precision. Anushka opened her daughter's door and slipped into her room.


~~


The clock struck eleven, and then twelve, and then one. Hansika lay in bed, her body a taut mess of anticipation. Even as Karun snored next to her, she couldn't sleep a wink. She just lay there, waiting and daydreaming about the things she'd do with Krishan. Hansika let the clock tick for a while after it struck one, and then she eased out of bed, careful not to disturb her husband. She had her t-shirt and panties on, but it was cold. She pulled on some sweatpants, grabbed two blankets Anushka had left for them, and moved out into the hall. All was quiet as she moved toward Krishan's room. She clutched the folded blankets tightly to her chest.





Once in Krishan's room, she moved next to his bed and shook him awake. "Krish? Wake up. It's me."


"Mom?" Krishan rolled over onto his back. His dick was so hard it was almost painful. "Get under the covers, Mom."


"It's me, Hansi." Hansika paused and cocked her head. "And that's a weird thing to say."


"What?" Krishan opened his eyes and looked up at his beautiful, blonde sister-in-law. "Oh, hey, Sorry, I was confused."


"Right." Hansika smiled down at him. "I wanna go to the tower room with you. It's going to be gorgeous with the moon and snow. The perfect place to screw." She held the blankets up for him to see. "And I brought blankets in case we get cold."


"We can't ... screw in my sister's room."


"The other tower, silly." She pulled the blanket off her eighteen-year-old brother-in-law and saw he had on flannel pajamas. There was a large bulge that told Hansika he was very ready for her. "Come on, we only have a few hours."


"Okay, okay." Krishan rose. "I can carry the blankets." He held out his arms.


"Always the gentleman, Krish. Your brother could learn a thing or two from you." She handed him the blankets with a wink and led him back out into the hall. They marched across the house and ascended the stairs to the west tower.



~~



"I love the way these feel, Mom." Shriya groped her mom's heavy boobs through the thin cotton of her t-shirt. "They're so full." She lifted herself onto her toes, leaned her head up, and planted a kiss on Anushka's lips.


"Oh ... mmmmm ... sweetie ... that feels ... good," Anushka said between heated kisses. She felt her daughter press into her, and Anushka backed up until her panty-clad butt touched one of the cold, gently-curved windows that surrounded the room.





"Shirt ... off ... Mom." Shriya lifted the shirt over her mother's head and tossed it behind them. When her mom had come in, Shriya had been reading in bed. Her bedside lamp was still on, and she admired the perfect, hanging mammaries in the warm glow. Those little blue veins that crisscrossed Anushka's boobs were to die for. "Midnight snack?" She lowered her mouth to Anushka's right nipple and was rewarded with that sweet, warm elixir.

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"Of course, pumpkin. Ooohhhhhhhh." Anushka cupped her daughter's hair and pressed Shriya's face into her boob. "You're so close to my ... heart ... when you're back at my breast."


Shriya suckled for several minutes, and then pulled off the nipple and looked up at Anushka with a mischievous grin. Milk dribbled down her chin. "Have you tried it yet?"


"What? My milk? No, of course not. That would be --"


"I bet you could get your nipple in your mouth. I mean your boobs are really big, Mom." Shriya traced her fingertip along the bottom of Anushka's left tit and watched as her mother shivered.


"Well, maybe." Anushka shook her head. She wanted to say no, but she knew there was very little she wouldn't do for her twins. "Like this?" Anushka lifted up her right breast from underneath, angled the nipple up, and placed it in her mouth. "Mmmpppphhhhhh." The milk was lovely. She could see why Shriya fed on her so often. The warm, rich liquid filled Anushka's mouth and ran down her throat. She closed her eyes, and felt Shriya go back to sucking on her left nipple. They both gulped greedily, standing in Shriya's chilly room.





~~


"Look, Krish," Hansika whispered and moved through the shadows to one of the east facing windows in the tower room. "Your sister's light is on. And she's with ... she's ... oh, my, God." Hansika stood dumfounded near the window.


"We should just go back to ..." Krishan walked up next to Hansika and froze when he saw what she was looking at. The blankets tumbled from his hands. "Are they ... are they both sucking my mom's boobs?"


"Yeah." Hansika looked over at Krishan in the moonlight that fell through the windows. Along with the surprise she expected to see in his face, she also caught a hint of something else. Jealousy maybe? Longing? She looked back to the other tower. "Can they ... see us?"





"I don't think so. With a light on inside, they can't see anything outside." Krishan scanned quickly around the house. Snow fell lightly and covered the nearby fields and trees. It was pretty. Hansika had been right about that. He looked back to his sister's room, where Anushka held one of her tits up to her mouth, and Shriya had her mouth clamped on the other one.


"This is ... surprisingly ... hot." Hansika quickly pulled off her sweatpants, shirt, and panties and put her hands on the window frame. She stuck her butt back at Krishan. "You need to put it in now, Krish."





"Yeah, okay." Krishan pulled off his pajamas and micro boxers. He glanced down at Hansika's pale, round butt. "But if they turn off the light, we need to drop to the floor."


"Okay." Hansika spread her legs to the sides, lowSnehag her hips. "Put it in, put it in, put it ... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh ... God, you're so deep." She felt that long shaft slip in from behind, her eyes still fixed on the mother/daughter feeding in the other tower. "If we ... ugh ... ugh ... caught them like this ... they must have been doing ... this for a while. It would be lucky if we caught them the one time they ... um ... go at it." Hansika could see the pleasure on Anushka's face as her mouth pursed around her own nipple. It looked like she was actually gulping something down.





 "God, Krish. I think she's got ... milk ... in those oooohhhhhhhhhh." Hansika thrust back at the eighteen-year-old teenager, while his twin kissed her way down Anushka's belly and lowered herself down so that she was mostly out of view. Hansika could just see the top of Shriya's head between Anushka's legs.


"She does ... have milk." Krishan grabbed her hips and really smashed her backside. The smacking sounds of his hips on her plump ass reverberated around the empty space. "I mean ... um ... that's what it looks like. Um ... is Shriya going down on her?"





"Shit, yessssssss." Hansika watched as Anushka dropped her tit and leaned back against the window behind her. The woman's eyes widened, but not in surprise. This was passion. Anushka was used to this. Good, God. While Hansika had been doing one twin, Anushka had been doing the other one.

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"Aaarrrrggggghhhhhh." Hansika came with that realization. When her mind got ahold of itself again, Krishan was still humping her from behind. He always pounded her hard, but he seemed to be giving her extra that night. What had Krishan said? She does? "How ... do you ... know ... your mom has milk ... in her boobs?" She looked back at him over her shoulder.





"I ... ah ... ah ... I just ..." Krishan tried not to look into Hansika's blue eyes, instead looking past her at the other tower where his mom was clearly climaxing on his sister's tongue.





As she absorbed thrust after thrust, clarity dawned on Hansika. "Holy, shiiiiiiittttt. Your mom ... is your girlfriend." She watched his face, despite the lust and concentration written there, she could see the flicker of truth. "No wonder ... I wasn't enough for you. Your own ... mother ..." With that she felt the first splash of hot cum inside her. Hansika gritted her teeth. Krishan never came that fast. Her brain fogged over with rapture as he filled her up.


"I ... can't ... believe ... it." Krishan pulled out of Hansika, as they both still panted. He watched as Shriya's hands rose up into view and pulled Anushka by her boobs until both women went out of view. Probably into Shriya's bed.





"When you and your mom were ... boffing, she didn't mention ... that she was also doing your twin?" Hansika straightened up and turned around.


"Shut up." Krishan furrowed his eyebrows. "It's not like that. I just ... didn't know. I didn't know."


"I'm sorry." Hansika reached out for him and pulled him into a hug, pressing their mismatched nakedness together. Krishan was always so sensitive. "I just meant this must be very surprising for you." She felt his head fall to her shoulder. His hard dick burrowed between her thighs.


"Yeah." He nodded and he let her envelope his thin, wiry frame with her warm curves.


"Well. You have nothing to worry about, Krish." She slowly slid her hips back and forth so that his dick rubbed against her cum coated thighs. "This clusterfuck the family is going is one of the sexiest things that's ever happened on the face of the Earth. I mean, me with my husband's nerdy teenage brother is hot. Really hot." She reached down and cupped his butt in her hands. "But then you with your huge dick in your holier-than-thou mother is just flat-out on fire. You have had sex with your mother, right?"


Krishan nodded.


"Amazing." Hansika moved her hips faster, sliding that throbbing dick between her thighs. "And then little-miss-goody-two-shoes Shriya is also doing your perfect mother? God, I'm going to cum just thinking about this mess." She jumped into Krishan's arms, putting her legs around his hips. He took a stumbling step back but held her. "I'm so glad I married Karun." She reached under her and guided his cock into her sopping pussy. "If for nothing else than to be a part of this heaven ... or hell ... or whatever this is. 





Aaaaaaaahhhhhh." She put her arms around his neck and felt his hands grab her ass. She bounced in the air. "Give it to me ... like you give it to your Mom. Uuuugggghhhhhh. the same dick that's inside me was in . Aaaaaahhhhhhhh." And she came again.


A while later, Hansika and Krishan lay on a blanket on the floor of the tower room, their sweaty bodies still entwined.


"I want to see." Hansika ran her fingertip along his skinny chest, outlining one of his tiny nipples.


"What?"


"I want to see you and your mom have sex." Hansika's whole body tingled from the orgasms she'd just had. Her time with Krishan was always way better than what any other man had done to her. In fact, it wasn't in the same ballpark. It wasn't even the same sport. But that night, with all its twisted revelations, was the best sex yet. "I have to see it, Krish."





"No way." Krishan stared up at the domed ceiling. He needed to head back to bed soon. He really hoped they didn't run into his mother in the halls.


"Please don't take any offense, but Anushka's a prude. And if she's somehow fallen for your big dick, I really, really need to see it."


"Impossible."


"Okay, maybe not in person," she purred. "Take a video with your phone. Tell her it's just for the two of you. Heck, I let Karun do it. Take a video this week. Please?"


"Maybe."


"So, you'll do it?" Hansika couldn't hide her smile. "Great, you can come over after school and show me."


"I don't know." Krishan sighed. The thought of filming his mom and showing it to Hansika was very tempting.

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"Thank you, Krish. I'll make it really special." She bit her lower lip. "I don't know if you'd fit, but you can try my butt if you want when we watch it." She tilted her head and looked up at him. "Oh, my God. You had anal with her, didn't you?"





"I didn't want to get her pregnant." Krishan let a little half-smile slip onto his face. Talking about his mom with someone really made the whole thing more real.


"You didn't use condoms?" Hansika laughed. "You're a madman, Krish." She pressed her body more tightly into him. She was crushing on this boy so hard. Finding out what he'd been up to, heightened all her feelings.


The clock chimed four and they both got up and dressed.


"Let's go back to our rooms one at a time," Krishan said. "I'd die if Mom caught us together."


"Agreed."


~~


"If Krishan leaves during class hours, I want to hear about it before he walks out those doors. Okay?" Sneha stood straight next to the administrative assistant's desk.


"What if it's another doctor's appointment?" Sally looked up at her boss and blinked. This was an unusual request.


"Especially if it's another one of those and Hansika is signing him out." Sneha crossed her arms.



"What if it's his mom picking him up?" Sally twirled some of her hair on her finger. She didn't like extra things to remember.


"That, too." Sneha nodded.


"What if there's a fire?"


Sneha laughed. "You can let him go without checking in if the school's on fire."


"Good, just wanted to make sure." Sally smiled.


"Thank you, Sally." Sneha turned and walked back toward her office. If Hansika showed up again, that would be Sneha's opportunity to confront her and get to the bottom of things.





~~


"You've been busy as a bee, pollinating flower after flower." Nayanthara strode into the library with only a long night gown her pregnant form. She fixed her green eyes on Krishan as he looked up from his book, and she closed the door behind her. "You certainly have a spry bludgeon down there." She nodded at the bulge in Krishan's pants.





"Hello,Nayan." Krishan dropped his bookmark on the open page and closed the book. He looked up at her seemingly innocent, freckled beauty. "What did you mean about flowers?"


"I mean what I say, Krishan." She walked over to him and knelt between his legs. "I'm proud of all you've accomplished. We're all proud of you." She pushed her  hair back over her shoulders and smiled her perfect smile up at him.





"You mean Day Star?" Krishan felt the blood rush to his dick and found that his mind slowed as it always did when sex was imminent. Something about blood not being able to be in two places at once.


"My partner, yes." Nayanthara nodded and unbuttoned Krishan's pants.


"How did you ... um ... get to be partners?"

[Krishan202]

"I like to break rules. Rules designed to fence us in. Rules made to deny us our true nature." Nayanthara pulled down his pants and underwear. Her eyes sparkled as she took in his behemoth. She licked up the underside starting at his overripe testicles and ending at his glans. Nayanthara then put both hands on him and stroked slowly. "Day Star, as you call him, rebelled when he could ask no questions about the arbitrary, contradictory terms He placed on us. The Lord in Heaven is not what you believe. He loves his power more than anything else, and he uses despicable means to achieve fealty."





"By despicable means ... you mean Vijay varma?" Krishan shivered. He had been with so many living women, that he'd almost forgotten how cold Nayanthara was.


"Never fear, Krishan. I will protect you from them." She licked the head again. "And they weaken day by day. I do not know if Vijay varma even knows what he is anymore." She took a deep breath. "Let us talk of things that are not my husband." Her gaze briefly flitting at the binary diamond ring on her left hand. "There is trouble coming to our house."


"What ... sort of trouble?" Krishan could barely concentrate on their conversation, the handjob felt so good.





"I do not know her, yet. But she will come here, dearie." She paused her warning to suck his right testicle into her mouth. She rolled it with her frigid tongue and then spit it back out. "When she arrives, take her into the hidden stairway. There we may have time to ameliorate the trouble."


"I don't want to hurt anyone."


"Heavens, no, Krish." Nayanthara stood, lifted her nightgown, and straddled Krishan. She guided him inside, her vagina clutching at his thick, warm pole. "I would never ask you to hurt anyone." Nayanthara moved her hips and put her hands on her round belly. "You need only ... convince her."





"Okay." Krishan let his mind wander. This phantom of a woman had never let him down. He trusted her completely.


~~


"Any news?" Ileana listened to her phone. "Okay, Detective, thank you." She disconnected and threw her phone on the couch.


It had been ten days since her husband had disappeared in the middle of the night. No one had seen him since. She called the security officer every day, but Maxamed obviously wasn't a priority to them.


"He's gone." Ileana slumped down on the couch next to her phone. The stillness of her house pressed in around her. Her children were still with their grandparents. Her husband had left her. It was just Ileana in the house. She stood up and walked into the bedroom. She paused when she saw what waited for her on the bed.





"Why would you tempt me at a time like this, demon?" she whispered to the empty room. It had been days since that pitch-black dildo had appeared, and Ileana's vagina practically grasped for it. Ileana flung herself onto the bed, pulled her dress up, spread her legs, and buried the thing deep inside her. "Oooooohhhhhhhhhh." Only one thing on Earth felt better than that silicone phallus, and it was attached to a teenager across town. If Maxamed didn't return soon, Ileana might just have to pay a visit to the Anushka house again.





~~


"What are you doing with your phone, pumpkin?" Anushka sat on the bed between her son's legs with both hands on his monster. She was about to take him into her mouth when he pulled out his phone.

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"I want to shoot a video of you, Mom. Of us." Krishan held up the phone and pointed it at her.





"Absolutely not." Anushka took her left hand off his penis and shielded her eyes from the prying gaze of the camera. "Put it away, Krish." Here she was, naked, holding her son's giant thing, and he wanted to record it?


"Come on, Mom. Please? I want to have something to look at when you can't be here." Krishan was naked, too. He framed her vertically to accommodate his thirteen inches.


"I'm in your bed just about every other night, mister." With her left hand still shielding her eyes, she moved her right hand up and down the shaft. She just couldn't resist. "Now put the phone away."


"Mom, could you put your forearm next to my dick?" He smiled from behind the phone. "You know, to compare the size."


"How did I get such a dirty son?" But Anushka moved her hand away from her eyes, placed her left elbow at the base of his penis, and put her forearm next to his thing. "Oh, my gosh, Krish. It's bigger than my forearm. Oh, my gosh." She stared with wide eyes at the comparison.


"That's amazing. Thank you, Mom." Krishan couldn't believe she was doing this. Hansika was going to go wild when she saw this. "Can you smile for the camera now?"


"Oh, gosh." The comparison really was a big deal for Anushka. She had grown used to the idea of his size, but putting it in perspective made her see it as if for the first time. She looked up at Krishan's phone and offered a somewhat shocked smile.





"Beautiful." Krishan made sure to keep her wedding ring in the shot. "I bet Dad never asked you to compare him to your forearm."


"No." Anushka climbed on top of him. She needed Krishan inside her right away. "He didn't."


"Turn around. I want to see your butt bounce."


"Okay." She turned around, reached under her, and placed his thing at her entrance. "Oh, sweetie. You're spreading mmmeeeeeeeeeee." She sunk down inch after inch. Krishan slapped at her butt and she let him. If truth be told, she had grown to like that sort of attention. The way he admired and desired her womanly body sent her into overdrive. "Fill ... me ... uuuggghhhhh." She bottomed out and felt him hit places deep inside her. "Oh, gosh. You're ... in my ... belly."





"Ride it, Mom." Krishan slapped her ass with his left hand and watched it wobble. He enjoyed the red handprint he left on her white skin. With his right hand, he held his phone and continued to record. His mom took him with long pussy strokes. He could already see her frothy wetness his dick.


With nothing but grunts and squeals, Anushka rode her son for a long time. She knew he still had the recording going, and maybe the thought gave her hips a little extra wiggle. If she was going to give him one video to get through lonely times, she'd have to make it a good one. After a while, her hips moved from bouncing to grinding. She put her hands on his thighs and closed her eyes. "So good ... ugh ... ugh ... I'm going to ... you're going to make me ..."





"Me ... too ..." Krishan dropped his phone on the bed and grabbed both of Anushka's hips. He pulled her up and slammed her down several times.


Stars burst before Anushka's eyes as she felt his hot stuff coat her insides. Mother and son came together. After a minute, Anushka rolled off Krishan and lay next to him. Her breasts rising and falling as she worked to catch her breath. "I hope you ... like your ... video, sweetie."


"Don't forget ... the third act." Krishan panted too as he picked up the phone and propped it up on his bedside table so that it would record what happened next. "Let's do something ... interesting."





"That wasn't ... enough?" But Anushka wasn't surprised. Krishan often wanted to keep going and going. "Oh," she said dumbly as Krishan roughly placed her on her back, spread his legs, and turned around so that he faced away from her. She lifted her head and looked down past her breasts. It was the oddest sight. She could see his skinny white butt and his great, big testicles hanging as he put his legs on either side of her hips. "Goodness." She watched him maneuver his penis into her from that odd angle. When it hit the back wall inside her, Anushka threw her head back against the mattress.

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"How's that, Mom?" Krishan looked back over his shoulder to see Anushka tossing her head back and forth. He leaned forward, planted his hands on the sheet just outside her knees, and slammed his hips into her again and again.


"Won ... wonderful ... aaahhhhhh ... sweetie." Anushka put her hands on his slight butt and pressed her fingernails into his firm flesh. "You're ... hitting ... me ... just right ... oooooohhhhhhhh." Another orgasm rocked Anushka. It seemed like her life was just a series of orgasms recently, each one better than the last.





Krishan went at it like that for a while. He relished the way he drove his mom's backside into the mattress with each thrust, and then she bounced up ever so slightly into the air, only to be caught by the following thrust.


Anushka offered this new position some verbal encouragement at first, but that soon descended into incoherent babbling. When Krishan finally unloaded in her again, she simply grunted and accepted his seed.


As his pulse slowed, Krishan pulled out of his mom and reached for his phone. He turned off the recording, and laid down next to her, with his head on Anushka's left boob. He could hear her heart thumping like a galloping horse.


"I'm the luckiest ... mother in the whole world." Anushka reached her right hand over and gently played with Krishan's blond hair.


"Yeah?" Krishan thought about maybe mentioning Shriya, but he let it slide. Whatever secrets Anushka held from him, he figured she'd share eventually.





"You weren't always easy." She sighed. "But man, what a payoff. I never would have believed such a thing was possible."


"Me either." Krishan enjoyed the slowing beat of her heart and the bitter, potent smell of her sweat. "But I was always easy. Karun was the tough one."


"You were all difficult in your own way." She ruffled his hair, pushed him off her, and slipped out of bed. "Each ... different in your own way." Anushka had a dreamy expression as she pulled on one of her husband's sweatshirts. She searched the floor for her panties and found them near the closet.


"Thank you for the video, Mom." Krishan watched her shimmy her panties up her shapely legs. She was so beautiful his heart hurt to look at her. But, of course, he couldn't look away.





"You're welcome, pumpkin." Anushka turned for the door, stopped with her hand on the knob, and gave Krishan a serious look. "It goes without saying that you have to keep that video safe. If your father ever saw it, he'd ..." Her voice trailed away.


"He'd probably die of a heart attack." Krishan nodded, returning her solemnity. "I'll make sure Dad never sees it. I'll keep it hidden."


"Thank you, Krish." Anushka smiled, opened the door, and slipped out into the hall. She could feel her pussy leaking into her panties. She'd have to get herself cleaned off and cleaned out before returning to bed. She shut the door behind her and hurried down the hall, accompanied by the tick tock of the persistent, invisible clock.


~~


Sneha watched Krishan walk across the parking lot. He hopped over a little snowbank, adjusted his backpack, and marched down the sidewalk away from the school. It was two hours until the final bell. The rascal had slipped out one of the side doors.





"This sort of truancy won't be tolerated in my school," Sneha said to herself. She thought about calling his parents right then and bringing her in for a conference. But no, maybe not. Sneha tapped her pen on her desk and thought things over. The tales her Thaun had told her about Krishan were beyond salacious. It had taken a while to get those stories out of her son. But once he'd told her he'd seen Krishan with an older woman, Sneha was beyond shocked.


Clearly Anushka  was letting her son run wild, and the best way to rein him in would be a surprise house visit. That always put the fear of God in her students.


That settled, Sneha turned her attention to planning for the debate tournament. So many needs always pushing up against her and demanding her time. She hummed to herself as she went to work.


~~


"Oh, God. That's the ... ugh ... ugh ... ugh ... hottest thing I've ever seen." Hansika lay on her back on the living room floor. One leg was on the carpet, the other high in the air as Krishan scissored her. She could feel the weight of his balls slap against her upper thigh with each vigorous lunge. Hansika held Krishan's phone above her swaying breasts and watched the screen as Anushka placed her arm next to Krishan's dick. "Damn, Krish. You're ... bigger than her forearm. That's crazy. And your mom ... isn't a small woman."


"Oh, yeah. That was cool. Right?" Krishan's slack jaw tightened as he smiled down at Hansika. He could hear his mom on the recording. "How did I get such a dirty son?" and then all of her oh goshes.


"Yeah, totally cool. You are such a nerd." Hansika glanced up from the screen with alarm, but Krishan didn't seem to care about being called a nerd at the moment. "Does she have sex on camera?"





"Keep watching." Krishan hugged Hansika's leg to his chest and watched her foot flop in the air as he plowed her.

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"Damn ... Krish." Hansika stared at the phone as Anushka sat on him in a reverse cowgirl. "Look at all that cock disappear ... uuuggghhhhh ... inside her. I'm ..." Hansika gritted her teeth. Her blonde hair fell in front of her eyes from the force of Krishan's onslaught, but she didn't have the wherewithal to do anything about it. She clutched the phone tighter, watching her mother-in-law's ass bounce. "I'm ... cummmminnnnggggggg." Electricity surged through Hansika's nerve endings. "Aaaaaeeeiiiiiiii." Hansika and Karun's small house echoed with her shrieks.





"You look so ... amazing when you cum ... ." Krishan didn't slow down for her climax. He kept on plowing.


When she was able to focus on the video again, Hansika saw that Anushka was now gyrating and rubbing rather than bouncing. Hansika couldn't help but admire the woman's ass. "So good ... ugh ... ugh ... I'm going to ... you're going to make me ..." Anushka's voice said via the video. Hansika watched as mother and son came together. "You ... you really unloaded ... in her pussy."


"I'm ... getting close ... ." Krishan kept up his humping.


"Just like you're going ... to do in mine ..." The thought occurred to Hansika that she might not be the only pregnant . But that was too crazy to contemplate for long. "Cum ... Krish ... cum ... oooohhhhhhhhhh." Another orgasm swept through Hansika as she heard Krishan's soft grunts and felt his hot cum inside her.





Normally, with one of their afterschool trysts, she'd let Krishan dump his load, clean him up, and send him home before there was any chance of Karun arriving back from work. But he'd cut from school early that day. Hansika felt she was having a good influence on the teenager. "We've got some extra time today. Wanna go again?"


Krishan looked down at her with his dopey, postcoital smile. "Sure. How do you want it?"


"Well, um ..." Hansika looked at the phone she still clutched in her hands. "Like this?" She angled it so Krishan could see his mom going wild as he smashed her in reverse missionary.



"Okay." Krishan pulled out of her and turned around.


"Do you need a sec to recharge or something?" Hansika watched him line up with her pussy.


"No. I'm good. As long as you can take it again."


"Like a good slut, you mean?" She watched his skinny butt flex as he pushed into her.


"Yeah. Aaaahhhhhh. You're my slut?" Krishan was getting better with the dirty talk. Nayanthara would have been proud.


"I am. Uggghhhhhh." Hansika squealed as he hit some new spot in the back of her pussy.


"You're not Karun's slut?" Krishan nailed her with long, savage strokes.


"No," she whimpered. In this position, Hansika was pinned to the floor by that magnificent cudgel.


"You're mine." Krishan couldn't believe this homecoming queen was his. He rutted her like an animal. "My pussy."



"I'm ... yours ... Krish. Oooooohhhhhhhhhh. It's ... your pussy." Hansika hit one of those operatic notes as she came. She was totally at this teenager's mercy. Hansika writhed through orgasm after orgasm. Her time with Krishan was better than any drug she'd ever had, and she and Karun had sampled a few. Between climaxes she looked down at his monster balls as they slapped into her again and again. There was so much cum stored there. Cum that he'd put in his mother and in her. What a web she'd fallen into.


Later, after he'd cum again, Krishan found himself seated naked on the couch, looking down as Hansika lovingly cleaned off their combined cum with her tongue. "When do you start to show?"


"Mmmmppphhh?" She looked up at him with her soft, blue eyes.


"The baby."


Hansika finished cleaning the underside of his dick. She placed her dress on the couch to catch the cum that was inevitably going to flow out of her, and sat next to Krishan. "You're the uncle, not the papa. Remember?" She touched his nose with the tip of her finger, playfully. "Officially, I mean."


"Yeah, I know." Krishan smiled. He didn't mind the situation. "I was just when you'd start to show."


"Well, I've never been pregnant before. Soon, I guess?" Hansika shrugged. "You know, when I have a baby, my body isn't going to be what it is now." Hansika looked down at his soft cock. "This old mare she ain't what she used to be," she sang.


"You'll be as beautiful as ever." Krishan lightly smacked her boob. "More beautiful, even. Look at my mom."


"Yeah, she's hot." Hansika nodded in agreement. "Now that I've seen her in action and all. Speaking of which, do you think I could get a copy of that video?"





"Are you kidding me?" Krishan shook his head. "Never in a million years. But I'll show it to you again if you want. I might even make more."


"Please make more." Hansika felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of more debauched Anushka on video. She looked over at the clock and saw it was getting late. "Let's get dressed, Krish. I'll give you a ride home."





"Thanks,." Krishan gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You're the best."


"I really am." She stood up and looked for her underwear. "Your special slut." She found her bra and bent to pick it up.


Krishan smiled at that. He then stood up to fetch his own clothes. Time to go home.





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.

[Godaddy]

Wooowwwww. Fantastic. Please continue

[mahesh54741607]

Excellent.pleae3 continue

[PANNIRUVAEL KHAI]

Sexotic update.... Waiting for sneha the head mistress to get banged like any

[Raghavan]

Waiting for sneha and Krishnan with nayanthara watching

[Krishan202]

MHP-8

The front walk was treacherous with patches of ice. Ileana minded her footing, placing her boots carefully as she walked up to the old mansion. The snow had taken the ominous edge off the place. A white blanket lined the sloped roof and peaked towers. She looked up at the house with its icy, ornate façade and pulled her coat tighter around her.


There was no plan in coming to this place. This was the house that corrupted her dreamstone and made her copulate in front of her delirious husband. It had been weeks since Maxamed disappeared, and she needed to do something. Anything. And this place was the most dynamic pivot point in her life. Or so her reasoning went.



She grabbed the old, iron handrail and stepped up the few stairs to the front door. She looked back toward her car in the plowed driveway. The afternoon sun sparkled in the snow all around the house. She turned back to the house and pressed the doorbell. Symphony played inside, coming through the door muffled, and foreboding.


Ileana waited a while. She adjusted her dress and tugged at her gloves. Eventually, the door opened and there stood Anushka, wearing a long, conservative dress and looking radiant. For all the trouble the house had caused the Family, Anushka looked more vibrant than Ileana had ever seen her.


"Why, hello, Ileana." Anushka smiled and held the door farther open for her. "It's been a while. Come in."





"Hello, Mrs. Ganesh." Ileana stepped in, but didn't close the door behind her despite the cold she could feel reaching into the house.


"Call me Anushka, sweetie." Anushka stood patiently waiting for Ileana to explain her visit.


"Okay, Anushka." Ileana fidgeted with her gloves some more.


"I hope you and Maxamed are well." Anushka looked out the door behind Ileana and could see another woman trudging up their front walk. The woman wore a long, puffy coat, scarf, and wool hat. Anushka couldn't tell who was under all that, but the woman also wore heels on her feet. So, Anushka guessed, it wasn't any of her friends.


"Actually, he's missing." Ileana shivered. The locked room across the grand entryway drew her attention.


"Missing?" Anushka stepped further back as the new guest climbed the stairs. "That's terrible. What happened?"


"I don't know. I don't even know why I came here today. I --" A knock on the open door interrupted Ileana.


"I'm so sorry, Ileana. Hold that thought." Anushka put a sympathetic hand on the small woman's shoulder and then turned her attention to her new guest.


"Hello, Anushka." Sneha unwrapped the scarf from around her face and stepped into the home.


"Principal Mam. What a surprise." Anushka waved her in. "Come in."





Ileana stepped to the side to let Sneha in. She didn't take her eyes off the locked room.


"Call me Sneha." Sneha looked around for a coat rack. "I haven't seen you for a long time, Anushka."


"We've been busy with the house. But don't worry, He's still very much a part of our lives." Anushka reached out her hand. "Let me take your jackets." The women unzipped and handed her their jackets, and in Sneha's case her hat and scarf. The principal wore a skirt suit with thick tights. Anushka stepped over to the closet and hung their things. "Ileana, this is Sneha. Sneha, Ileana. Now, Sneha what can we do for you?"


Sneha nodded at Ileana, but Ileana was too busy staring across the entryway. "I'm here to talk to you about Krishan."


"Is he in trouble?" Anushka smiled like that was the most ridiculous notion. She finally closed the door, shutting out the cold and turned to her guests. "Speak of the devil." Krishan and Shriya walked down the hall together and stopped when they saw the women standing by the door.





"Well, actually, Krishan has been --" Sneha tried to get to the reason for her visit, but Ileana cut her off.


"Blood." Ileana pointed to the locked room. From underneath its door, a pool of blood crept across the hardwood floor. "Bllooooooood." She pointed more frantically.


They all looked in the direction Ileana pointed, but no one else saw anything amiss.


"What in the heavens?" Sneha said.


"Ileana, are you okay?" Anushka stepped toward Ileana.

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"Blloooooooddd." Ileana took a step backward, and teetered for a moment, and then pitched sideways. Anushka caught her under the arms.


"What's all the commotion?" Ganesh walked down the hall, wiping grease from his hands onto his overalls. "I just had to replace that damn valve in the basement again. Can you believe it?"


"Help me, Ganesh." Anushka looked up at her husband. "She's fainted."


"What? Her? Again?" But he hurried down the hall and helped his wife lift the woman. "Let's take her to the guest bedroom."


Krishan and Shriya stood in the entrance to the hall, mouths hanging open. "I'll help," Krishan said.


"No." Anushka looked over at her children. "Since Principal mam seems to be here on your account, you be a good host and stay with her until we get Ileana settled." She helped Ganesh carry Ileana up the stairs. "Shriya, I could use your help."


"Right, Mom." Shriya followed them upstairs.


When they'd disappeared to the second floor, Krishan looked over at Sneha. "Well, Mam, can I get you anything to drink?" He turned and led her toward the kitchen.


"No, thank you." Sneha followed the eighteen-year-old student.


"Okay." When she said no, Krishan changed course for the main living room. "What's this about?"


"What is this about?" Sneha followed him into a grand room with a large, dead fireplace. She let him sit on the couch and put her back to the hearth, with her hands on her hips. "What is going on with you, young man? You used to be such a good student. And now, I hear things from Tharun. Crazy things." She raised an eyebrow.


"Oh, no." Krishan watched the fireplace swivel behind her to reveal the darkness of the secret stairs.


"Oh, no is right. He tells me stories about your salacious behavior. Which I wouldn't ever believe, but for all the other odd things. Doctors' appointments, are they?" Sneha felt a slight breeze in her face. Goodness, that old house was drafty.





"Oh, no."


"Is that all you have to ... say?" The breeze picked up. It was now really blowing, almost pushing her back. "What's this?" She turned to look behind her just before her heels lost traction and the black, yawning mouth where the fireplace used to be rushed to meet her. "Oh, no." She realized she was flying through the air. A split-second later, she blacked out.


The wind died down and Krishan watched the hole that had sucked in his principal. "So, that's the trouble you were talking about?" He looked around the room, but got no answer. "I'm supposed to convince her?" Somewhere in the house, a clock chimed the five o'clock hour. "Fine," he grumbled, stood, and followed Sneha into the secret stairway.


~~


"Where am I?" Sneha blinked her eyes open, sat up, and looked around her. She was on a small bed in a tiny, wood-paneled room. Outside, in the gray daylight, snow fell in languid flutters. Krishan sat on a window bench. He had snow on the cuffs of his jeans and on his socks. He also had snow in his blond hair, and on the shoulders of his t-shirt. Sneha could see melting, snowy footprints leading from a solid looking door to Krishan's bench.


"I don't know." Krishan looked over at her with concern. "Are you okay?"


"I ..." Sneha checked herself over. She still had her suit on and it was dry. The only thing missing was her purse. "I'm missing my purse."


"Oh." Krishan nodded slowly. "Well, that's not so bad, considering."


"Considering what?"


"Considering we're in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, with no roads that I can see, and only that fireplace for heat."


Sneha noticed the roaring fire in a stone hearth for the first time. "What did you do?"


"I didn't do anything." Krishan hunched his shoulders and looked back out the window. When he ventured outside, he hadn't made it very far dressed as he was. But, he had gone far enough to convince himself they were alone, wherever they were.


"You're lying." Sneha looked around the room, raced to the door, and opened it. There were several feet of snow outside. She stepped out into it and slammed the door behind her.


Fifteen minutes later, she reentered the cabin, her teeth chattering, and hugging herself with her arms. She kicked off her useless heels and padded over to the fire. Her suit and tights dropped snow to the rough wood floor below. She held out her hands to warm them up. "What happened to us?" She didn't look over at her teenage student.





"I don't know?" Krishan told the truth, but didn't fill her in on what he did know. "While you were sleeping, I found a package of food in the snow outside the front door." Krishan nodded over to the butcher block counter and cabinets that served as the cabin's kitchen. On the counter was a frozen hunk of meat, carrots, and potatoes. "There's no running water. No electricity. And you saw the outhouse outside."


"We've been kidnapped and dumped here." Sneha looked around the small cabin. It was just one room, with a table and chairs, a small bed, the kitchen area, the fireplace, and the grand window where Krishan sat. "My husband will come looking for me."


Krishan shrugged at her. He didn't think her husband would find them. "I'm hungry. I think we're supposed to cook there." Krishan pointed to the spit, andirons, and frying pan by the hearth. "Do you know how to use those?"


"No." Her stomach grumbled. She frowned down at the crude equipment.


"Okay, well I guess I'll try and figure it out." Krishan moved over to the fireplace.


~~


Principal and student didn't talk much over the next couple days. Sneha sat sullen and withdrawn on the window seat most of the time. Krishan busied himself figuring out how to make the most of his stay in the cabin. He roasted the meat pretty well, and figured out how to use the frying pan over the coals.


Every day, a new package mysteriously arrived outside their door sometime in the night with provisions. He found two toothbrushes and toothpaste in a drawer, along with a hairbrush, so at least they had some basic hygiene essentials. For water, Krishan melted snow in a pitcher. He tried to get Sneha to join him at the table for meals, but she barely ate. When she did talk, it was to wonder how her children and husband were doing without her. And to express her faith that she'd be rescued any minute.





There was no entertainment in the cabin. Just one old book about a boy in love with an older lady. Sneha read it through several times. It was well-written, but how many times can you read the same story?


If it wasn't for his constant work, Krishan would have been very bored. Every night Krishan slept on the window seat, giving Sneha the bed. He'd drift off to sleep dreaming he was back home with his mother. He would often wake in the middle of the night and fap, cumming in his blanket.


Sneha could hear what Krishan did in the middle of the night. She tried her best to ignore it. He was a teenager after all, and barely had control over his body.


Trips out into the snow were no fun in socks, but Krishan dutifully went out every day to collect firewood, bring in the day's package, and, of course, to use the outhouse. Sneha didn't offer to help.


By day , the snow stopped falling. They could see they were on a mountain, atop a long, narrow valley lined with evergreens. It was beautiful, but also forlorn. Krishan knew he needed to somehow convince Sneha to take the deal, but Nayanthara hadn't appeared, and he didn't really know what to do with the recalcitrant woman. They were both getting ripe, so maybe a bath would get things rolling. He went outside with a large bowl from the cabinets and collected snow. He then came back and set up. There was a tiled square to the left of the fireplace that slopped to a small drain. He figured it was for drying wet clothing after coming in from a hunt, or something. It would serve as a bathing space.


"I stink, so I'm gonna take a bath." Krishan looked over at Sneha as she sat looking out the window. "You could probably use a bath, too. Right?" He watched her closely. She hadn't taken off that skirt suit since they got there. "I found some soap in last night's package. And there's a hairbrush in one of those drawers over there. So ..."


"You're crazy if you think I'm going to undress in front of one of my students." Sneha glanced around the room. There was zero privacy.





"I'll wash our clothes, too." Krishan smiled helpfully. He slowly undressed and piled his clothes on the floor.


"If you're going to do that, do it outside." Sneha tried not to look at the skinny eighteen-year-old, but her eyes fell to the large bulge in his underwear. Had the depraved boy stuffed something in there?


"Sorry, no can do. I'll freeze." Krishan pulled off his underwear and let his soft dick flop out. It hung and swayed as he moved about. He stepped onto the tile, took a handful of snow, and began cleaning his pits.


"Oh, my," Sneha whispered. Her student was some kind of freak. His soft dick was longer than her husband's hard one. Her hand went to her mouth and she started as Krishan washed himself off.


When Krishan was about finished, he caught the look in Sneha's pretty, brown eyes. Blood pumped to his dick. Oh well, this was what Nayanthara wanted. Wasn't it? "Toss me my blanket, I'll need to clean that, too."





"What's ... wrong with you?" Sneha didn't move, her left hand still covering her mouth in shock. Her eyes were riveted to his penis as it slowly grew, standing out straighter and straighter from his body. The boy had the penis of a brutish ogre.


"I can't help it." Krishan turned to her and stood by the fire, his clean body still glistening with snow melt, and his thirteen inches of dick pointing proudly toward Sneha. "You gotta know that boys my age get hard all the time. I mean you're a high school principal, right?"


"I'm talking about the size. It's ... not right."


"I'm just bigger than most." Krishan looked down. His dick was chiseled with crisscrossing veins, and the head looked purplish and turgid. It really was magnificent.


"Goodness gracious." Sneha pulled the blanket from under her and tossed it toward Krishan.

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"Thanks." Krishan picked it up and started washing the blanket and his clothes, his dick sometimes getting in the way as he worked. When he finished, he took the bowl and went naked out the door to retrieve more snow. He returned, shivering, to his spot by the fire. "Now it's your turn."


"No way." Sneha shook her head and crossed her arms.


"Fine, but you'll need a bath eventually." Krishan went over to the bed, and sat down. He grabbed his dick with both hands and pumped it slowly.


"What are you doing?" Panic crept into Sneha's voice.


"The way you're looking at me got me all worked up." Krishan gazed over at her in her dirty skirt suit. She was a pretty woman, just a little plump. "I can't keep fapping just once a day. And it looks like we're stuck here. I don't mean to be too forward, or anything, but I gotta do what I gotta do." He thought Nayanthara would be proud.


"Stop that." Sneha tried to look away, but found that she couldn't take her eyes off the masturbating teen. She couldn't believe how far up and down his hands had to travel. Heck, there wasn't even room for two hands on her husband's penis. "I'm your principal, and I'm telling you to knock that off."





"I ... really ... am sorry." Krishan sped up his pace, his eyes traveling all over Sneha's clothed body. "I can't."


The only noises in the little cabin were the crackle of the fireplace, the fapping sound of Krishan's hands on his dick, and his soft grunts. It was like that for a long time.


"So ... good ... uh ... uh ... I'm cumming." Krishan felt the familiar surge of pleasure as his balls churned.


"Oh, goodness." Sneha could see his massive testicles pulse as they released their semen. It erupted from his penis and flew up into the air, coming back down on Krishan and her bed. "There's so much," Sneha whispered under her breath. It dawned on her that she was uncomfortably wet between the legs. When was the last time she'd watched a man masturbate? Maybe her honeymoon, and that was nothing like this. Like comparing a Toyota to a Ferrari. By the time he finished pumping, Krishan's chest, stomach, and thighs were covered in sperm. She could smell it from across the room, an earthy, overripe scent, like some sort of undiscovered tropical fruit. The smell enthralled her. Sneha turned away and looked out the window.


"Great ... now I have to clean ... your blankets, too." Krishan slowly stood, breathing hard. "And myself." He went back to the melting snow in his bowl and set about cleaning himself off. As he did, he caught Sneha stealing clandestine glances of his softening dick. Well, it was a start.


~~


Over the next several days, Krishan went about cooking, cleaning, and tending to the fire. He also decided that given Sneha's reaction to his dick, he could fap whenever he wanted to. He took breaks from his chores several times a day to unload. Sneha would often protest, and tell him to stop. But she always watched him with that horrified, hungry look in her eyes.


Eventually, her own stench grew too strong. She relented and gave herself a snow bath next to the fire. She made Krishan promise to turn around the whole time. Krishan agreed, and looked out the window. It was late in the day, and the fire cast enough light on Sneha for a faint reflection on the glass. He could see that she had a slightly plump figure, with wide hips, a large, ass, ample boobs, and a little roundness to her belly. Krishan thought she looked absolutely beautiful.





When she was done with her standing bath, she cleaned her clothes thoroughly, hung them to dry, and wrapped herself in a blanket. As soon as her clothes dried, she redressed in that same gray suit, and went back to sitting silently while Danny took care of their needs.


From then on, they both bathed every day.


~~


"I'm beginning to think no one is coming for us." Sneha sat at the window seat and gazed over the valley below. "Maybe when spring gets here, we can hike out." She turned and looked with suspicion at her discarded heels tossed in the far corner of the cabin.


"About that." Krishan got up and moved over to one of the drawers in the kitchen area. This was the first time she'd expressed her doubts about rescue. Krishan had been waiting for this. "Whoever has been dropping off our packages, left this note a few days ago." He retrieved the tattered piece of paper from the drawer and walked back toward Sneha. The note was written in charcoal on torn, brown paper. He handed the paper to Sneha.


"You cannot leave," Sneha read aloud. "Until you give and take dark delight. One from the other." She looked up at Krishan with wide eyes.


"Well, what do you think it means?" Krishan knew exactly what it meant.


"Come, sit next to me, Krishan." With trembling hands, Sneha put down the paper and patted the seat cushion next to her. "Are you part of this? Is this some horrible, teenage prank?"


"We've been here for weeks." Krishan tried not to lie. "Would I do something like that? I mean, I've been washing with snow and cooking in a fireplace ... for weeks. I miss my Mom."


"I'm sorry. You're right." Sneha bit her bottom lip. "It's just ... with your size down there ... your need to relieve yourself all the time ... and now this note ... and what Tarun said about you ... it's all very strange."





"I didn't plan any of this."


"I believe you, dear." Sneha patted his thigh and sighed. "I wonder if my sweet Ray thinks I'm dead." She sighed again and looked back out the window, thinking of her husband.


"So, what do we do about the note?" Krishan watched her chest rise and fall. He noticed that her suit was looser on her than when they'd first arrived.


"Nothing." Sneha still had her hand resting on Krishan's thigh. She moved her fingers and felt the rough material of his jeans. "They mean for us to sin, Krishan. And we won't give them the satisfaction."


"Oh." Krishan warmed to the feeling of her hand on him. It had been so long since he'd been touched by a woman. "Well, we'll leave in spring then."


"Right." Sneha nodded her head. It was the only sensible notion.


~~


Weeks turned into months, and the pair lived their secluded life in the cabin. Spring never came. Snowfalls came and went, but the thaw didn't arrive. Sneha gave up on some of her modesty, hanging her skirt and jacket by the door to be used only when she ventured into the cold. She let her blouse hang down over her butt, so at least the young man couldn't see too much of what her tights revealed.


Sneha began helping more around the cabin. She would occasionally brave the snow and go out and bring in firewood from the stack near the front door. She cooked sometimes, but it was so easy to burn food near the fire. And she had to admit, Krishan was a better cook than her.


When Krishan masturbated, she no longer protested. He was a boy with needs, and secretly Sneha savored every chance she got to witness his size and youthful virility. She felt young again just watching him. And at night, when she listened to him grunt as he pulled on his long shaft, she'd often let her hand fall under her tights and panties, massaging her clit as quietly as possible. Sneha struggled mightily to think of her husband as she touched herself, but she was having a hard time remembering what his penis looked like. She'd seen Krishan masturbate so many times that his giant penis was now etched into her brain.





~~


"I was thinking." Krishan stood by the fire, giving himself his daily snow bath. His lean, naked form juxtaposed by his long, hard dick jutting out before him. "I don't think we'll get out of here until we do what that note says. Maybe ..." He thought his words over carefully. "If we watched each other fap, that would be a sort of give and take of dark delight. And then we could go. You've already seen me do it a million times. You just have to return the favor."


"But I can't let you see me naked. And ..." Sneha had just taken her bath and washed her clothes. She sat wrapped in her blanket on the bed while her clothes dried, watching Krishan's teenage body closely. She blushed at the thought of touching herself in front of him. "I haven't even done that in front of Ray."


"You do want to see your husband, right?" Krishan finished scrubbing, and turned to put the heat of the fire on his chilly back. "I sure want to see my family. At this point, it's clear we're never leaving until we do what that note says. Dark delight."





"I couldn't." Sneha looked at him askance. Her wet, brown hair hung limp on her shoulders. "You wouldn't even want to see me naked."


"Yeah, I would." Krishan stepped over to the window seat and sat down facing her across the small room. He grabbed his dick and pumped slowly. "I think you're beautiful."

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"Really?" Sneha's blush deepened. "No one's said that to me in a long time." Her pupils dilated as she watched Krishan stroke himself. "Well, okay. Only so that we can go home." She scooted to the edge of the bed and sat with her feet on the floor facing Krishan. Sneha let the blanket fall open and tentatively spread her legs. "You actually are very handsome, Krishan." She reached down and lightly touched her vaginal lips, sliding her fingers up and down. "For a student, I mean."





"Thanks, Mam." Krishan gazed at her. Her boobs hung on her chest with faint stretch marks at the top, and she had large, dark areolas nipples. Her belly was mostly flat. She'd obviously lost weight since they'd arrived. She had a pretty good bush between her legs. "Maybe put a finger in, okay?"


"Okay." She gave him a shy nod, and inserted her left index finger. "Oh, my." Has she ever been turned on? What had her kidnappers done to her? "If we both ... climax ... will they let us go?"


"Maybe." Krishan watched Sneha as she got into it. Her eyes lazily half-closed, and her breathing became shallow. The pair fapped and watched each other for a long time.


"Krishan ... it's going to ... happen." Sneha pistoned herself quickly with her left hand, and rubbed her clit with her right. "Are you ... close ... too?" Her voice squeaked. Sweat trickled down between her wobbling breasts.


"Yeah ... let's do it at ... the same time."


"You'll have to ... hurry ... Krishan." Sneha's hands were a blur on her vagina. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh." She wanted to close her eyes and let the orgasm carry her away, but she couldn't miss Krishan's climax. So, she watched him through heavy lids as he grunted out his completion. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh, Krishnaaaaaa," she squealed. The sperm exploding from his manly penis was such a force of nature. His soft, naughty grunts that had at first so unnerved her, now enflamed deep cravings.





The two of them watched each other from across the room as they recovered from their climaxes. Eventually, Krishan got up and started another standing bath to clean himself off.


"Do you think it worked?" Sneha realized she was still sitting with her legs wide open and closed them. She covered herself with her blanket again.


"I guess we'll have to wait and see."


But they weren't whisked from the cabin. They woke the next day and went about their daily activities. Only, this time, when it was time for a bath, they tried masturbating in front of each other again first. After that, they added mutual masturbation to their daily routine. Still the snow surrounded the house. The food packages arrived every night. And they were no closer to going home.


~~


A week passed. Late in the day, Krishan and Sneha masturbated in front of each other as they had done many times recently. This time, Sneha sat on the window seat, and Krishan rested at the edge of the bed.


"I ... have an idea ...." Krishan stood and walked across the room, jacking his dick the whole way. He sat next to Sneha and she cringed when their knees came in contact.


"Not so ... close, Krishan." Despite her discomfort, Sneha continued frigging her vagina.


"I think we need ... to go a little further." Krishan had become comfortable with the once fearsome woman. Especially over the last several days as he got to enjoy the tormented look on her face she made every time she had an orgasm. He took her right hand away from her clit and placed it on the head of his dick. She still had two fingers from her left hand in her pussy. He then reached down with his left hand and massaged her little button with tight circles. "The people that wrote the note want us ... to go farther," he whispered in her ear.


"Oooooohhhhhhhhh." Sneha shuddered. No one had ever touched her with such skill. Not her husband, not her high school boyfriend. Somehow, one of her students, was a master at working a vagina. Her eyes blinked spasmodically, her shoulders trembled, and very unladylike noises came out of her throat. Sneha climaxed at the young man's touch. Her hand gripped his manhood tightly as she moved through her ecstasy, and then automatically stroked it when she was on the other side.





"We need to give each other dark delights, right?" Krishan moved his wet hand from her pussy up to her boob. He rolled her fat nipple between his fingers and enjoyed the little squeal that elicited from her. His hand left her boob and moved behind her neck, his fingers reaching into her brown hair. He tried to imagine Nayanthara cheering him on. This is what she'd want. He put slight pressure on the back of Sneha's head and pushed her slowly down.


"I can't." Sneha looked over at him with pleading eyes. The expression on the boy's face seemed conflicted about that moment, but the hand on the back of her head was confident enough. Her face inched closer and closer to his penis. Her left hand abandoned her vagina and moved over to join her right hand on that incredibly thick pole. "I can't. My husband ... mmmmmmppppppphhhhhhhhh." And then the head of that penis stretched past her lips and into her mouth. Suddenly, she was breathing through her nose and bobbing her head on that monster. Sneha had spent years getting the upper hand on her unruly students, outmaneuvEring them with faith and persuasion. But now, one of her students had completely undermined her authority and her marriage, making her feel like a teenage girl again. She gave Krishan the most sloppy and greedy blowjob she'd ever given, loving the power contained in his penis and the pressure of his hand on the back of her head.





"I'm gonna ... cum ... down your throat ...." Krishan trembled. "Ugh ... ugh ... uuuuuggghhhhhhhh." He flooded her mouth with cum.


"Ggggggggpppphhhhh." Sneha was astounded by the amount of spunk the boy had. She gagged and lifted off him, only to feel blasts of pressure hit her face as he sprayed his sperm. Oh, what would poor Ray think of her now? She was surprised by how much she liked the taste of the hot, salty mess even as she spit it out of her mouth. That musky, tropical scent that Sneha was used to smelling from across the room now enveloped her. In a fog, she leaned back. But then Krishan's hands were on her again, grasping her, kneading her. The desire he expressed through his fingers made her quiver.


"That was really ... great." Krishan took the crumpled blanket from the window seat and threw it on the floor in front of the fire. "This will be better." He moved over to the blanket and pulled the dazed woman with him. He put his back on the floor, pulled her on top of him with her pussy above his face and her head above his dick. Krishan reached up and grabbed her shapely ass with both hands and brought her pussy down to his lips. He could tell from her surprised screams that no one had properly eaten her pussy before.



~~


Sneha gave more blowjobs during the next week than she'd given in her twenty years of marriage. She spit at first, but within a couple days, she swallowed his loads. A day or two after that, she learned to take him almost halfway down her throat. She was blowing him three times a day by the end of the week. And he went down on her countless times. She had no frame of reference for that time of debauchery. How had they ever been bored in that cabin? It now seemed there weren't enough hours in the day to do chores and pleasure each other.


It wasn't a surprise to Sneha when one day after Krishan had gone down on her, he tried to put it in. After that first blowjob, she'd known it was inevitable. Her will to resist had withered and atrophied with each succeeding orgasm.

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"Just the tip." Krishan was between her legs on the bed. "The note needs us to go further." They were naked, as they were most of the time those days.


Sneha looked down between her breasts to the heavy, swaying monster moving closer to her entrance. "I want to, Krishan." Sneha had forgotten about the note. That's how far she'd fallen. She was doing these things now because she wanted to. Because she had to. "But it won't fit. You're just not ... natural ... nnnnnnnooooooooooo." She looked down at her poor vagina as the head slipped in. She watched her own violation by this rapacious thing and offered no real resistance.


"It's in." Krishan wiggled his slender hips a little and an inch pushed into her. "It's really tight, Mam."





"It's stretching me ... Krishan. Oh, God, you're stretching me ... out." She practically shouted the words.


"A ... little ... more." Krishan watched the grimace on her face. It was so sexy to see her struggle to take him. He got about halfway inside her, and then there was no more give. "It's stuck."


"Oh, Krishan. Oh, Krishan. Oh, Krishan," Sneha cooed. She leaned her head back and looked up into his blue eyes. "It hurts ... but ... also ... good. I'm ... full." And she was. Halfway was all that would fit inside her.


Frustrated, Krishan wished Nayanthara would appear and offer her the bargain. Then, he tried to remember the words himself. "The bond, the pact, the contract made," Krishan said. "We paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your ... um ... approbation."


"What?" Sneha furrowed her brow at the words and then gritted her teeth as that great thing pushed at her tiny vagina.


"Just take the deal, and it'll fit."


"I need it to ... fit." Without even thinking about what she was agreeing to, she acquiesced. What did it matter? Everything had gone crazy since she'd walked up the icy front walk to the Anderson home all those months ago. "I accept." In an instant, her boobs, vagina, and hips felt like they were on fire, and a strange reddish glow filled the room. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh. Help me."


"I got this." Krishan knew what to do. He pulled out of her, picked her up off the bed, and carried her out the front door into the snow. He put her down on her back and rubbed snow all over her growing boobs. She screamed some more, but he could tell the heat was already past its peak. He took a handful of snow and pressed it against her pussy. The sanguine glow faded after a few minutes. Sneha slumped in the snow, exhausted, her change complete. Krishan picked her back up, marched her back into the cabin, and tossed her on the bed. He spread her legs and slid his dick into her wet pussy.


"Oooohhhhhhhhh. What happened?" Sneha felt her boobs rock on her chest as Krishan humped her with long, slow thrusts. She looked down at her breasts. They moved wrong. Heavier and bigger. And, as she focused down between her legs, she could see that long penis completely disappear with each lurch of Krishan's hips. "Ooooohhhhh ... it's all the way ... in. It really ... iissssssss." The cabin, the months spent away from family, the strange circumstances, the fire that had momentarily consumed her, were all swept clean out of her mind. All that was left was a singular focus on the amazing sensation his penis created. She needed to mate with this young man. She needed him to want her. And to take what he wanted.





"You ... look ... so ... pretty ... Mam." Krishan humped her on the bed for a long time. She came and came under him, quivSnehag and yelping, and not behaving one bit like a high school principal. When it was time for him to cum, she eagerly spread her legs wider and let him seed her. Thirty minutes later, he came in her again. And he did it again an hour after that. They missed their dinner that night and fell asleep, their sweaty bodies entwined. That was the first night Krishan slept in the cabin's bed.


As he drifted off to sleep, Krishan smiled, sure that he'd completed his task and he'd be back home to his mom in no time.


~~


In the morning, Krishan woke up and opened his eyes. He was still in the cabin. He looked over at Sneha sleeping peacefully next to him. She was on her side and her large, milky white breasts spilled onto the bed sheet. Her messy, hair covered part of her face, but he could see his dried cum on her right cheek.


Hadn't Krishan done enough to earn his ticket home? Naked, he slipped out of bed and padded across the rough wood floor. He carefully placed some logs over the embers in the fireplace to get the day's fire going again. Why were they still here? Frustration built inside him. He wanted to go home. Still naked, he opened the front door and strode out into the snow. He slammed the door behind him.


"Nayan?" Krishan's voice echoed off the tall line of blue spruce trees. "I did it. I want to go home now," he shouted up at the sky as small snowflakes fluttered down around him. "I'm going to miss my senior year. They won't let me graduate. Nayanthara? Do you hear me? Daystar? I want to go home. I miss my family." He got no answer but the echoes that reverberated around the small cabin. Krishan didn't know if he was shivering from frustration, or cold. He kicked snow with his bare foot, and walked over to pee on a tree. When he returned to the cabin, he picked up the day's care package that someone had left by the door, and reentered the cabin.


"Who were you talking to, Krishan?" Sneha sat up in bed. With her left hand, she held the blanket over her breasts. Her wild hair went in all different directions. She couldn't help but watch his soft penis swing as he walked. It contained so much potential energy. Goodness, it had really turned kinetic the day before. Her jaw tightened as she thought of all the seed he'd planted in her unprotected garden.





"No one." Krishan stomped over to the kitchen and dumped the paper-wrapped package on the countertop. He turned to face her and wiped tears from his eyes with the back of his hands. "I guess I was just yelling at the woods. I really want to go home, you know?"


"I know, dear." Sneha frowned to see him like this. She held out her arms to him, conscious that as she let go of the blanket, she exposed her boobs to him. Well, it's not like he hadn't seen them before. "Come here."


"I have to make breakfast." Krishan looked at the inviting bed, but thought of all his chores. The fire in the hearth had caught, and it spread its warmth through the cold room. More tears ran down his cheeks. It was so embarrassing.


"Breakfast can wait. Let me give you a hug." Sneha felt so protective of the poor boy. If only she could do something to help him. But they'd already pleasured each other per the note's instructions, and they were still stuck. With arms outheld, she beckoned him with her fingers.


"Okay." Krishan walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He embraced Sneha and rested his head on her soft shoulder as he cried. Little by little his tears dried. He noticed all her lovely curves pressed into him. He dug his fingers into the smooth skin on her back.


"What happened last night?" Sneha patted his back and felt the familiar presence of his penis begin to press into her hip. God, he was large. "Why was I so hot, and then ... bigger?"


"You made a deal with the Devil." Krishan leaned back to look her in the eyes.





"I'm serious, Krishan." And she tried to look serious, but it was hard to do that when dried semen made her hair extend in different directions. "What's going on?"


"I guess ..." Krishan leaned in and kissed her on her soft, pink lips. "... we're stuck here ..." He kissed her again. "... and we should just make the best of it." A sly smile played on his lips. He was feeling a little better.


"I don't think we should have sex again, Krishan." Sneha's heart beat loudly in her chest. "I could get pregnant. And it's ... wrong. What would Ray think of me? I'll satisfy you with my mouth, okay? Think of your mother, dear. Would she want you to ... uuuupppphhhhhh." Sneha let Krishan kiss her and accepted his tongue as it moved into her mouth. She fell onto her back, and within minutes they were humping like animals again. She let the boy put two more loads inside her before breakfast, God help her. And Ray was the farthest thing from her mind.



~~


Once the floodgates opened, the pair went at it constantly. Either they were doing chores, or they were humping. That was life at the cabin going forward.


"You think your husband ... uh ... uh ... uh ... is still looking for us?" Krishan took her doggie on the bed. His hands grasped her hips. He watched her wide, motherly ass shake with each powerful thrust.


"I don't ... ooohhhhh ... knooowwwwww." Sneha had never let a man take her like a dog before. Now she relished the way he treated her. She pushed her butt back at him, and watched her hanging boobs smack together with each impact under her.


"How would he feel ... if he found us right now?" Krishan slapped her ass and enjoyed her little yelp in response.
"B ... b ... baaaddddd."

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"He'd know this was my ... pussy ... now." Krishan tried some of Nayanthara's dirty talk. From the increasing intensity of Sneha's grunts, he thought she liked it.


"Yesssss." Sneha was completely under the boy's spell.


"Does your husband ... ugh ... have a little dick?" Krishan drove his cock into her, but Sneha didn't respond. "I said, does ... your ... husband ... have ... a little dick?" He slapped her ass again.


"Oh, my ... God. Yes ... yes ... yes ... he's small."


"And I have ... a big one?" Krishan watched her back muscles flex each time she absorbed the shock of his slam into her.





"You're ... so much ... bigger ... than Ray." Sneha gritted her teeth, she wanted to give Krishan ... everything.


"Take off your ring ... Mam. And toss it away."


"Oh, Krishan ... no ..." But Sneha reached over with her right hand and pulled her wedding ring off her finger. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed it across the room and heard it clatter across the floor.


"You're my girlfriend ... in this cabin ... not his wife." Krishan grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back to arch her back.


"Oh, please ... oh, please ..." Sneha could tell he was about to unload in her again. Her orgasm overtook all higher brain functions and she grunted as that warm cum splashed inside her.





~~


Those next weeks at the cabin taught Sneha dozens of new positions. The twisted things they did would have shocked and appalled her old self. But the principal in her faded away, and the animal in her surged. Needless to say, her vagina was constantly flooded with seed.


The pair almost never dressed now, even to go out in the snow. This was fine with Sneha, most of her clothes didn't fit her anymore anyway, with her expanded bust and hips.





Weeks turned into months, and sure enough, Sneha's belly began to swell. How were they going to raise a child in this forever-winter cabin? Sneha didn't know. But her thoughts about her old life rarely intruded as time passed. She was committed to this new life with Krishan. With him in her arms and between her legs.


~~


One morning, instead of the daily package, Krishan found a note by the front door. He quickly returned inside and woke Sneha. He handed her the note. "Read it."


"Committed. Remitted. Dress and leave the cabin together. You go back today," Sneha read. She put the note down and looked up at Krishan. "Home?"


"We're going home." Krishan bounced with excitement, and went to retrieve his clothes from the corner.


"Really?" Sneha frowned and looked down at the note again.





"Aren't you happy?" Krishan pulled on his underwear and his pants. "You get to see your husband and your children."


"Yes." Sneha looked over at Krishan as he pulled his shirt over his narrow shoulders. "I mean. It's been a long time. What will they think? What will I tell them?" She looked down at her round belly. She wasn't huge, but her pregnancy certainly showed. Krishan's baby was in there.


"I don't know. We'll figure that out when we get home." Krishan hopped on one foot as he pulled on his sock. He picked up Sneha's clothes and brought them to the bed. "This is what we wanted this whole time. We're going home." He dropped the clothes next to her and offered his hand to help her up. She took it and stood.


"Will I even have my job anymore?" Sneha ignored the bra. She'd leave it behind, useless as it now was. She wiggled her panties and tights on. Her skirt didn't fit right, so she left it mostly unzipped.


"I don't know." Krishan kissed her on the cheek.


"What will happen to us, Krishan?" Sneha stopped pulling on her blouse and a deep sadness crept into her eyes.


"What do you want to happen?" Krishan truly didn't know what her answer was going to be.


"Tell me." She pulled on her jacket and tugged at the sleeves when it didn't sit right. The suit was made for a different woman. "You and your sister-in-law ... all those fake doctor visits ... did you ...?"


"Yes." Krishan cocked his head at her. There was no reason to lie. "Hansika's my girlfriend."





"I see." Sneha nodded her head. She had suspected as much for a long time. Something like that would have floored her old self, now she just took the news in stride. "When we get back, can I ... um ..." She looked for her discarded wedding ring on the floor, found it in the corner near the window, and put it back on. "Can I ..." She walked back to Krishan, twisting the ring around her finger with nervous anticipation. "Can I be your girlfriend, too?"


"What?" Krishan sighed in relief. "Of course. I promise. Whatever happens with your husband, we'll still be a thing."


"Okay." Sneha let a half-smile part her lips. She put on her heels, took Krishan's hand, and together they walked out of the cabin.