Fantasy 1 – Family Fuck Boy
cousin, fantasy, group sex

Hello, My Dear Readers. This new story from me is a very, very over the top sex drama. I request you all to read it expecting zero logic. This is very much a humble experiment that is intended to be comical. I hope you like it. The names of the characters in this story are, without a doubt, familiar. But, I wish to stress it is a fictional story. My only aim here was to use cognitive ease to my advantage. I have tried it in smaller doses before too. But this is the first complete attempt. ‘Fantasy’ is what I would be calling this series. It will feature a group of independent scenarios. The works under this title will not be a direct part of the universe I have been trying to create. The characters mentioned in this plot may, however, feature in future submissions under this title, but without any burdens of how this particular episode progresses. This single-part story is narrated by Prabhas. Happy Reading! I had been fucking my mother and 4 of my aunts for more than a year. But it was only after my 5 on 1 session with the ladies, that they officially declared me as the Family’s Fuck Boy. My mom, Madhuri, took my cum inside her pussy 3 times that day. My aunts, Kajol and Malaika, had a load each in their butt-holes. While my other two aunts, Sushmitha and Sridevi, preferred to swallow my juices. We were all in Ooty for our annual family holiday. With my dad and uncles completely wasted drinking, I was very well the only man around. The women had gulped down a few glasses of vodka themselves. It was just a matter of time before my mom confessed to my aunts that she was getting laid with me. And when the wives of my dad’s brothers, Kajol and Malaika, too confessed their encounters with me. My dad’s sisters thought it was only fair that they get a share of my meat. Sushmitha Aunty and Sridevi Aunty had their holes filled by me, in tandem. But it was the taste of my thick cum they seemed to enjoy the most. Once back home, all the 5 mothers started finding ways to be on my bed. Also, making sure they made me fuck them enough times on their husband’s beds as well. My seeds were inside all of them. But, it still took me 3 more months to get the full respect I deserve and be called a true Family Fuck Boy like I always wanted to be addressed as. It was only after I fucked Malaika Aunty’s college-mate, Kareena, and her teenage daughter, Sara, that women started talking about me. I was their special partner. The man of their fantasies. The one who would fuck every pussy in their household – The Family Fuck Boy! Indian women lived and died, wondering how good a time the other women in their house had on the bed. They had rated it top in their means to measure happiness, and the news of another woman’s happy sex life often caused hurt. It was this very egoistic complex that was proving to be my biggest advantage. It was definitely my biggest strength. Because, with me, all the women in the family were sure they were getting equally filled and equally pleased and equally forced to orgasms. Well, one could say I was being a little too humble there. But, my 14-inch long mega cock also helped. Soon, I was being asked to drill my way inside the entire city. There were so many women I had to fuck, I did not have time for my own mother. The last couple of years had made her addicted to my monster. And, she was rightly very, very upset, just like the other mature ladies in my family. Kajol Aunty, who cursed her luck for having a husband only two-inch-long, and moved out of his house, had shamelessly already returned to him. She had started thinking something was better than nothing. The other aunts almost asked their own sons for a good time before deciding on satisfying themselves. They all finally settled on stuffing big thick bananas, that had my name written on it, deep inside their horny twats. It did hurt me that I was letting down my own women. But, the happiness that was clear on the faces of every female member of the society, including my neighbors – Hema Aunty and her daughters, Esha and Ahana, clearly justified my actions. It was one such day, I got a call from Sara, asking me to come home. When I went there, she told me she needed a big favor. I had almost confirmed it was a private session she was hoping for because all the 6 sessions I had with her also had her mother’s presence. It was then she told me that she was actually Kareena’s step-daughter, and her real mother, Amrita, had been leading a lonely and unsatisfied life for long. I always did wonder if Kareena was a little too young to be Sara’s mother. Now I knew what the truth was. Amrita was the owner of a chain of restaurants. She had everything a woman would want. But the fact that she did not re-marry after her early divorce meant that she did not have another child. She was alone, and she was tired of it. And, the request she put forward to me was well justified. I was even ready to let go of the money offered, but Amrita insisted I accept it. “Let’s start, Ma’am,” I told her as I positioned myself just inches away from entering her vagina. “Call me, Amrita. That would do,” was her immediate reply, and that was also the only set of morally right words she said that whole day. I fucked her mature pussy for 7 hours that day, cumming inside her love-hole 26 times. We started on her bed and ended inside the luxurious swimming pool in her courtyard. Five weeks later, I got a call from Sara, informing me Amrita was pregnant, and she was very happy with my service. “It’ is yours, Prabhas!” Sara said in a low voice. “You are the father of my mother’s children. I so wish I was telling you this as you humped me.” Sara sure was excited. “And, you know what?! You gifted my mom, not one, but 3. She is expecting triplets.” Sara concluded, also adding, I really should do a lot more than just meaningless hardcore banging. Before I even knew, the word had spread. My sperm count was too high. That was the reason it fused with multiple eggs, inside Amrita’s womb, despite her being an older and sexually inactive woman. Ladies now started to call me for not just sexual pleasure. But, also to be impregnated. Some of them were housewives from conservative families who, despite years of marriage, and struggle, could not conceive. And, the rest were the modern hot-wives of today, who simply wanted to be bred by a bull, to make a cuck out of their loving husbands, for the rest of his life. “Do it, Prabhas. Do it, Son. Maybe, this is your destiny. But, always remember you have to come back to me.” My mom, Madhuri, blessed me as I bent down and touched her feet. This was even as hot cum leaked down from inside her pussy to her naked milky thighs to her lower legs and then onto my own hands. I had only just finished fucking my mom, as I told her about the offers. I had too many cases to attend to, and the term partners were replaced by clients. I was not just having fun anymore. I was, indeed, working. If it was Dr. Sharma’s married daughter, Anushka, from Mumbai, that needed my services in the morning. It was the unmarried elder daughter of the Hyderabad based industrialist Mr. Shetty, Anushka, again, that booked my service for the night. They all said, more than once, they only want my semen. But the way they had their legs wrapped around me, clearly stated they wanted every single drop of semen I had in my body. Not just inside their muff, but also their butt-holes! My life had completely changed. It happened so quickly I could not believe if it was all really true. I felt I had no time to live, but yet surprisingly fell in love with a Tamil girl. I had gone to Chennai to make the wife of a young movie producer pregnant, and that is where I met Hansika. She worked as a cock-stroker for the client’s 75-year-old grandad. And, I fell in love with her at the very first sight. The care she put in to wrap her fingers around the aged penis made me go crazy about her. She was the one. I knew it right there. The feelings were mutual. I fucked Hansika for 4 straight days, in her house, on her bed, neglecting all my prior commitments. I had broken all the terms of sex, I myself had made. I was well on my way to completely stop being a fuck-boy, when my lover’s mother said she also wanted a piece of her future son-in-law. Jyotika Amma, Hansika’s mother, was just too sweet, and I could not say no to her. Especially when my girl also felt I had to give her mother what she wanted. And it was also only with her support that I could stay hidden inside their house. Three hours into fucking Jyotika Amma, I knew she was well worth two full days. I could not do that with her husband around, and so we booked a room in a hotel. “Vijay, baby. I am going to Madhoo’s house, okay. Hansika is also coming with me. I will be back only after two days,” she lied to her husband that she was visiting her sister. Once inside the hotel room, I made the conservative, mature lady ride my cock, continuously, not stopping even when the room-boys came in. She did say she badly wanted to pee and wanted a break. But before she paused, she had started squirting. It was the first time any women in her family, up till her generation, was squirting. In fact, the first woman to ever squirt in her family, was her daughter, Hansika. And, only a couple of days ago, after my intervention, was this feat achieved. Hansika, meanwhile, was getting bored watching me fuck her mom, non-stop. At one point, she even asked the room boy to fuck her wet pussy, as he served her dinner. The youngster did try his best, but she could hardly even feel him. I had made her holes too big, and even her tight asshole could now easily accommodate a full fist. Being a ‘service provider’ herself, she was adamant she would get herself satisfied. She asked the room boy to bring anybody he could find to team up on her. After several attempts, it finally needed the room-boy, the male receptionist and the driver of an auto-rickshaw, parked nearby, to stuff their pricks inside her, together, to even make her feel her pussy was being touched. Hansika realized I was the man among men, that very moment. She was upset about her wretched misery. But also proud of her boyfriend’s stamina, skills, and specifications. She stroked all the three men to orgasms but was not ready to let them waste time inside her vagina. She explained to them the difficulty of being the owner of a worn-out and destructed pussy, and they understood. Hansika was now back to desperately waiting for her turn with me, and reclaim what was rightfully hers. She was relieved to hear her mother shout. She cannot go on any longer and see her fall unconscious on the bed. My thick young girl was already naked, and she only had to be taken, by the time my penis slid out her mother’s loose stretched twat. But, Jyotika Amma being a typical Tamil mother, could not keep her mouth shut. She had managed to sent voice messages to her two sisters, her own elder daughter and also the wife of her son, even as she cummed for me. I was only an hour into fucking Hansika, again, when her elder sister, Kartika, and her sister-in-law, Varalakshmi, stormed inside the room. I had to fuck them, too. It was basic courtesy. And, Hansika knew it better than me. She knew it was the first time I was meeting her family. It was important I showed them respect. She agreed to wait. Kartika cried uncontrollably as I fucked her. I never knew pleasure could do that to a woman, but soon realized it was a lot of pain too. Even after 2 years of marriage, she still was a virgin. Her husband was not at all interested in sex and had never fucked her. Just as I completed the deflowering of my girlfriend’s elder sister, also giving her the first orgasm of her life, Varalakshmi revealed her tragic story. She did get fucked by her husband on the night of their wedding. But that was the only case of sensual intimacy between them. “Dhanush Anna tried to make his dick longer by making me pull his penis as far as I can. And, in the process, I broke the veins. And he could never have an erection after that.” Varalakshmi burst into tears as she completed the sentence. But, her helpless sobs were soon replaced by loud groans and wild moans. I pushed the entire length of my big cock inside her tight cunt, in one go. “Thalaivaaa! Oh My Bahubali! Cum inside my pussy!” she almost begged, and I gleefully just followed her orders. “My holes will never be the same. But, it is okay!” she screamed, changing positions to ride my dick, as she herself ripped apart her clothes. “I will just tell Dhanush Anna that Vasool Raja, the local goon, abused me. Again! That is what I do every time he catches me with a slightly more open pussy. He does not say a word when he hears the dangerous criminal’s name. Still, he gets angry when I tell him I touched my clit.” She started explaining to us about her sad life, and how she was going to lie to her husband. “Normally, it’s only a thin carrot that I put inside, to please myself. Dhanush Anna notices the difference immediately. He doesn’t trust me one bit, and checks my holes every night! He hates the fact that I can cum without him.” she continued. “I feel like an entire watermelon has been stuffed inside me, right now. Telling Vasool Raja alone penetrated me won’t do. I think I will have to tell my man that the whole of the goon’s gang did me together!” Varalakshmi gushed, as she groped her own big tits! Hansika was happy that her stud showed how to get the job done. But, she was more thrilled about the fact that she will finally have me for herself. She was making herself comfortable on top of me, in the reverse cowgirl position, when the next pair of craving holes walked in. It was her mother’s sisters, this time! Sneha Amma was already naked when she entered the room, and Madhoo Amma only had a pair of red bra and panties on her. They had already come spreading their legs for me, and I only had to start taking turns filling them. I made the two hot MILFs land on all fours, on the floor, with their bodies making a ‘V’ and alternatively thrust inside their love-holes, in the doggy position. Sneha Amma’s enticing dusky body begged to be fucked hard. The sight of her curvy bare back made me really pumped up. But, still, I did not make Madhoo Amma strip any further. She looked ravishing in her red inner-wear, which greatly elevated her creamy skin. I just pushed her thin cotton panty to the side and let my member slide inside her. I felt great about myself, as I sensed the two sisters cum in tandem. It was after a long time I had given gratification to all the women in a family. I felt closer to my real self. This was the best in-laws for me. This was the perfect family for me to marry. I just could not wait to be a part of it, and be a family fuck boy, again! I was having so much fun shuffling between the two luscious women. I had, however, almost completely forgotten about my girlfriend, Hansika. She had been watching me stray, in the most insensitive manner. She was breaking down when she finally had my attention. I was still inside her aunts, and I knew she was upset. But, in my effort to hurry up, I ended up fucking them even harder, making them moan even louder, leaving Hansika even furious. She thought she will have her chance when her mother is done. But then she had to make way for her own sister, and then her sister-in-law. And, now, it had been hours since her mother’s sisters were being pleased by her man. “Hansika. You silly slut. Don’t waste time sitting there, doing nothing. Take out your phone and record these moments for me. I want to see it every day until I die!” Sneha Amma almost commanded, in her sexually charged state. “Yes, please! And, also, Hansika, can you please ask Yashika to come over here, right away. I really want this pole to screw my daughter, too! Please. Let your cousin sister also feel the goodness.” Madhoo Amma pleaded, feeling extremely submissive. That was it. Hansika was very angry. She was fuming now! And, if none of it was enough, she saw her own mother come back to her senses, asking for another round of hardcore action, crawling out of bed, towards me. Hansika knew she had seen enough, and she had lost all patience. She immediately announced she wanted to break-up with me, and she did just that. And, she expected her ladies to walk out with her, leaving me Single. But, that is where she got it all wrong. It did not take me even a minute to get myself a new lover. In fact, I had plenty of options. All the bare women wanted to be my mistress. They were all ready for a life that needed them to be a cum bucket. They almost got themselves into a catfight when I suggested drawing lots. And, as if it was destiny, I happened to pick the paper that had Jyotika Amma’s name written. Hansika’s 41-year-old mom gladly replaced her daughter, begging me to push inside her mouth the very same cock that had gone inside the dirty anal hole of all the women in her family. “Vijay Baby. Come to Room Number 69, in Randy’s Hotel. Immediately! I want to show you something important,” Jyotika Amma said, calling her hubby on the phone, with my cum still in her mouth. “What is it, Jyotika Darling? You said you are going to Madhoo Amma’s house,” he enquired, very lovingly. “Yes. She is also here. She will definitely be here when you reach. In fact, she will be here for the whole week. I don’t think she can move an inch anytime soon.” Jyotika Amma concluded. Mr. Vijay was soon in the carnal space. He could not believe a regular human could do this damage when his wife showed him her unbelievably gaping holes. Until I presented myself to him, still naked, as the rest of the women drooled at my semi-erect leaking tool. He was stunned, but instead of turning angry at his wife or me, he immediately got down on his knees. And, before I knew, he was sucking my cock, exactly the way I always wished to have my rod loved. I greatly enjoyed it. Perhaps more than ever before. Opening in front of me a whole new set of twisted questions. That was my first homo act. I knew I was no gay. But, I had to seriously consider wondering if I had bisexual elements in me. It was one of the craziest days of my life. Almost as good as the day I fucked my teachers and their daughters during a family reunion at my old college. It was a hell of a time doing Vidya Ma’am, Tabu Ma’am, Rani Ma’am, and Aishwarya Ma’am. Before their daughters, Jhanvi, Alia, Bhumi, and Urvashi joined. I started visiting Jyotika every time I visited Chennai. She was no longer Jyotika Amma for me. And, I would be engaging with not just her, but also her cuck invert husband. Mr. Vijay volunteered to keep his wife’s holes wide open for my monster if I agreed to let him lick and clean my dick after I came inside his wife, who was now my girlfriend. Hansika, too, had moved on. And, was now an official cock-blower to her 75 old patrons. I really wanted to marry the lass, and settle down, after our first hookup. It was not possible anymore, but the current arrangement was also fine, if not better. After all, her holes were only an exact replica of her mother’s, who now was fully mine. Life was again moving too fast. I was only adding more and more women to my contact list, each passing day. It was just about the right time for me to take a vacation, and plan how I wanted to go ahead with my career. And, thankfully for me, it was exactly then that my dad and uncles planned a trip to Manali. “We finally have you.” Malaika Aunty said, grabbing my cock, as we boarded the plane. I could still feel my mother’s thick lips on the head of my penis, and I had just finished ejaculating in her mouth. “No more sneaking into public toilets with your Mummy alone. You get that, Prabhas? All of us have an equal right on you. We are all your Moms!” Kajol Aunty made things clear. “Excuse me, ladies?! I dared to take the extra risk. My husband was just inches away as I sucked my son’s cock. If you were ready to do the same, you too would have been rewarded.” my mom put an end to the conversation. She sure seemed proud. It felt great to be back among my own women. It felt great to be back home. Being paid for sex was fine. It was truly great. But, nothing came close to the pleasure of defiling a woman. More than the money, it was the pussy that mattered. It was leaving my seed inside the women that enthralled me more. It was the realization I have forever left them tainted, with my dirty semen, that gave me the greatest contentment. Nothing gave me as much delight as fucking a woman without her husband or her partner knowing. That was my kick in all this. And, especially when the partner in the dark was my own dad and uncles. Especially when the women being corrupted were my own mom and aunts. It was for them that I became a Family Fuck Boy, after-all! I felt extremely happy to be back to fulfilling the sensual demands of all the women in my own family. Honestly, I had missed them, too. And, I was going to give them all the fuck of their lives. I really hope you like this story. Please do send me your feedback and comments to [email protected]