Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Anushka sat in the study on Sunday afternoon, staring at her computer monitor. She sighed. It wasn't easy selecting floor tile for the bathrooms. She worked her way through period-relevant tile from salvaged projects. They had to save money at every step for their Mansion restoration.





As she scrolled through the geometric patterns, Anushka's mind wandered to the deluge of sperm Krishan had sprayed on her. She'd once heard a vulgar comic say that every man's dream was to cover women in sperm. They want to drown them in cum, he'd said. Anushka thought the comic was just as horribly crass now as she did when she'd first heard him, but she might now understand the impulse better. It really had pleased Krishan to paint her with his seed like he did. And it had moved something in her as well. She, maybe, sort of liked it. That was a strange thing to admit to herself.


Anushka blinked and adjusted her reading glasses. The online tile store was gone from her monitor, replaced by a sex shop. Somehow, while she'd been daydreaming, she'd gone to a site she'd never seen before. How in the world had that happened? She was now staring at what the store promised were huge, pussy-changing dildos. Anushka put her left hand to her mouth and moved the curser to the exit box. But instead of leaving, she scrolled down the page. She decided to have a little look out of curiosity.





Five minutes later, she'd somehow purchased a jet-black, eleven-inch phallus with expedited shipping. Anushka quickly closed the page and went back to her bathroom tile browsing. All the rest of the day, she felt a definite wetness between her legs. Pussy-changing was such a deplorably crude and sensationalized description. But as her mind continued to wander, Anushka couldn't help but wonder how true it might be. Maybe she'd have the courage to find out when the new toy arrived. Of course, whatever she did with the thing, she'd be sure to include her husband.


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The stairs creaked as Krishan made his way up to the east tower room. "Shriya? You up here?" He pushed the door to the tower and it squealed its way open. He thought he better add oiling door hinges to his parent's punch list. "Shriya?" Most of the windows in the tower were open and a cool breeze blew through the circular space.


"I'm out here," Shriya called over her shoulder from outside the northernmost window.


Krishan walked to the window and looked out. His twin sister sat cross-legged on the fish scale shingle roof that hung about three feet out from the tower and ran three-quarters of the way around. Her hair tossed and turned in the wind.





"What are you doing out there?" Suddenly dizzy, Krishan leaned back into the room and stepped away from the window. He could no longer see Shriya, but she wasn't that far away.


"I like to come here and think." Shriya didn't bother looking back, she knew her brother was afraid of heights. "It's so beautiful. I was just thinking about the sermon today."


"Oh?" Krishan tensed as movement caught his eye to the east. He relaxed when he saw Nayanthara gingerly climb in through a window to his right. Nayanthara cradled her belly as she stretched her legs over the windowsill. Her long, flowing dress was without a bustle. It's was quite striking with hues of blue and green. She smiled when she made eye contact with Krishan and walked over to him, careful to keep out of view of Shriya's window.


No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and He will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation He will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.





Krishan watched as Nayanthara approached, her bone-white finger placed on her pink lips.


With her left hand, Nayanthara reached into his shorts and found his penis already hard. She nodded her head approvingly, her hair blowing, ever so slightly, in the breeze.


"What about it, Shriya?" Krishan trembled at that frigid touch.


Nayanthara leaned forward and pressed her lips on Krishan's ear. "You did well with your mother. What a lovely achromatic painting you gave that pretty woman. Well done, indeed." She giggled softly. "Now we continue."





"Now?" Krishan whispered back. But he offered no resistance as she lowered his shorts and boxers.


"I was just wondering if that's true." Shriya breathed in the fresh air and watched the puffy white clouds blow slowly past. "I mean, if there really is a God, do you think He always gives us an out from our temptations? And if He does, why give us temptations in the first place?"