Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2014 16:58:03 -0400 From: Benjamin Thurmond Subject: A Father's Fantasies - "Stranger Sex" Introduction This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance to people, names or situations living or dead is completely coincidental and wholly from the writer's imagination. The series "A Father's Fantasies" involves sex between an adults and an underage youth. If this material is illegal in your area or if it is offensive to you then leave now. This story is to be posted only on the Nifty Archive. It should not be re-posted without the expressed written consent of the author. Please remember that the Nifty Archive is a free site for all readers and authors but it would not be possible without donations from its patrons. All donations are welcome and every bit helps keep this archive free to the public. Take a few minutes to follow the link: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html *** I can't believe I'm writing this. Truly, I am a loving husband and father, but I have these fantasies as I look upon my wife and son. Fantasies that are dark, but strangely enticing. Both of them have names that mean "purity," and that describes them so well. My son Sachin is 12. Just going into puberty; in that stage of still being a boy but obviously on the verge of manhood. His brown skin is so smooth, so clear. One would get lost in his eyes, swimming in their darkness. His hair is likewise the color of coal, but so fine that people want to run their fingers through it. He stands at 4 « feet and prefers to wear jeans that hug his butt; just as many people would also want to do. Sachin gets his beauty from his mother, Amala. She was a worthy catch! Amala is only slightly taller than our son now. Even dressed in our native clothes, her breasts will draw a man's attention. Dressed in usual American clothing, her slender hips and shapely rear make the most disciplined man want to lose control. Perhaps that is why I understand the man in who took it upon himself to educate Sachin and to bring him into manhood using my wife. The stranger saw them in a local fast food restaurant. He stood in line, towering over the two of them, and felt the urges in his loins. Amala briefly looked at him and smiled, saying "hello." Sachin likewise nodded a greeting and then they turned their attention to ordering their food. The stranger looked deeply at Sachin's young butt and Amala's shapely figure. He wanted more than was on the menu! As horrible as it sounds, he followed them to help my son learn. He could tell that Sachin was an inexperienced virgin who needed to discover the ways of being a man. He could also tell that Amala should help teach the boy. So he discovered where we lived where we lived and what our habits were in coming and going. And the day came soon when he entered our lives. Amala was wearing a native sari when she opened the door on that sunny afternoon. She thought it was a delivery man stood there with a package. She was very curious because she was not expecting anything. "Can I help you?" she asked "I have a package for the Amala Patel," he said. "That is me," Amala replied. I'm so sorry," the tall Stranger said, "I must have left my pen in the car and need you to sign for this. Do you have one close?" "Yes, wait a moment," Amala said. She turned from the door and as she did, she felt the weight of the man against her. Before she could scream, his hand slapped against her mouth and his foot kicked the door shut. Although she struggled, Amala had no strength against this Stranger. He pulled and half carried her to our family room at the back of our house. Throwing her down on the couch, he lay on top of her, pinning her down with his weight as he removed his shirt and tossed it to the side. Amala pounded on his chest to get him off of her, but the stranger held her down and began grinding his crotch into her. Even through his jeans and her flowing gown, Amala could feel the thick hardness of his penis. "P...please...don't do this," she began to beg. The Stranger pressed harder against her and growled, "Oh, I can tell you want it. And I'm going to give it to you. You're going to become a slut today; a slut I'll share with others. But I'm not ready for you just yet." With that, he pulled a vial out of his pocket. Gripping Amala's beautiful face in one hand, he pressed her jaw and one nostril shut as he placed the vial in the other nostril. "Breathe that in," he ordered her. How could Amala not breathe it in? As she inhaled, she felt something she had never known before: she was getting high. Her mind fogged and she felt as if she could not move, and yet her feminine regions began to burn. Oh, they burned for a man's touch! Any man. "Ahhhhh..." she began to moan. "That's it. Feel it. I'll have so much for you in a little while," the Stranger promised as he got off over her and stood up. Reaching back down, his strong hands grabbed the sari and began to rip it down the front. My wife's breasts and loins were all but exposed. Only her bra and panties protected her modesty. The Stranger repeated, "Oh, I will have so much for you...so much planned for you." It was about 3:45. In about 15 minutes Sachin would be home from school. He went to the kitchen and pulled two soft drinks out of the refrigerator. He poured a few ounces into one cup. Reaching into his pocket, this time he pulled out some tablets that he dropped into the drink. He placed this on a table in the room near Amala. Opening the other drink, he took a sip and walked to our formal living area and sat down to wait for my son. The pre-teen boy came in as he usually did, bounding through the front door in his school uniform. Closing the door, he shouted, "Mama, I am home." It is our habit to remove our shoes when we enter the house, and Sachin did this quickly, dropping his book bag with them. He paused, sensing something was different. "Mama?" The silence was deafening. He took a few steps and passed in front of the opening to the living area. He saw the Stranger sitting in a chair and was intimidated by his broad, naked chest. As their eyes met, the man said casually, "Hello, Sachin." "Who are you?" he responded. "I am probably the best friend you ever had. Your parents want me to open you up to a whole new world." The man smiled as he stood up. "Where is...where is my mother?" Sachin asked timidly. "Oh, she's in the other room. Before you see her. I should tell you that what you will learn this afternoon will change you forever. Today you will become a man." He walked over to the boy. "Wha...what do you mean? Where is my mother?" Sachin was becoming fearful. "Come with me," the Stranger said. It wasn't a request. Sachin realized that by the way he placed his hand on the back of the boy's dark neck. Gently, but firmly, the stronger man guided the young boy into the family room. Sachin's eyes immediately fell upon his mother, exposed and vulnerable where she lay on the couch. Her hazy eyes could tell it was him and she weakly said, "Sach..." Amala was in that place where she could barely respond physically, but her sex began to burn like a pyre. She was looking at the strong, well built man, whose hand was on her young, but very good looking boy. Amala could not understand why she felt like this! She...wanted them! "What is wrong with Mama!" Sachin began to say, his voice rising. The Stranger grabbed his arm firmly, "Shut it," he ordered the boy. "She will be fine. In some ways she's never been better. For now, though, you will cooperate with me and learn." "Learn what!" my son said sharply, looking at the Stranger. Turning the my son toward him, the man explained, "You are going to learn to use your cock for what it was intended." Saying this, the taller, stronger man, cupped Sachin's crotch and squeezed. The pre-teen instinctively began to pull back, but the Stranger quickly grabbed his shirt collar and held him tight. One slap on the face on the face was all it took for the boy to understand. He would cooperate or things could become very bad for them. So he reluctantly allowed the man to pull his school polo shirt over his head. Amala felt her burning increase as the Stranger began to use her son sexually. He ran his hands over the 12 year old's arms and chest. He tweeked the boy's small nipples before leaning down and running his tongue over them. And as the man did, he began unfastening the uniform pants Sachin was wearing. Loosening them, he began to push them down. They dropped to Sachin's ankles. His white BVD's contrasted sharply with his skin. Even after being worn for the day, the briefs were still tight enough to show the outline of his boyish penis. The boy's faced grimaced, embarrassed as the man again cupped the mound in his briefs. He whispered, as his mother did, "Please...don't..." The Stranger only pointed to his trousers and said, "Get out of these. Go on, kick them off." Sachin obeyed. "The socks, too." Sachin pulled his feet up one at a time to remove the socks and drop them on the floor. "Come over here," the Stranger said, leading the boy over to the table where the soft drink waited for him. Lifting the cup, he handed it to the 12 year old. "Here, drink this. Calm down." Sachin hesitantly took the drink. He barely took a sip. "Drink it," the Stranger ordered, lifting his hand as if to hit the boy. Sachin obeyed. "You're going to be just fine," he was assured. "Why are you doing this?" Sachin's voice cracked slightly as he spoke. The man looked down at the boy. He placed his hand on Sachin's shoulder, then smiled as he gently touched his face. "Damn, you are beautiful," he started. "I'm doing this because you need to become a man today. You are going to learn how great it is to fuck. You will learn what it means to use your mouth. I'm doing this because you need it." Taking the 12 year old by the arm, the Stranger turned him back toward Amala. Standing behind the boy, he wrapped his arm around the small chest and held him tightly, slightly pressing his own hard dick against the small of Sachin's back. "Look at her," he whispered into Sachin's ear. "Look at her closely. Look at her breasts. Those are there for a man to suck on." He reached down and cupped the Sachin's crotch again and this time felt it harden. The drugs were beginning to work. Then he said to Amala, "Look at your son now. Look at him get hard!" Through her bleary eyes, Amala looked at the boy-man standing in front of her. She felt so warm. Her sex seemed to be burning. She'd never felt this way before: as if she wanted young Sachin to press his male advantage and take her. She wanted someone...anyone to fill her. "First, you see your boy learn to service a man," the Stranger laughed. With that he grabbed Sachin by the neck and pulled him next to where Amala lay on the couch. The boy stumbled and fell to the floor. He felt so strange! Like his mother, he felt warm and wondered to himself, "Why am I so hard...what..is going on with me?" He didn't have time to think about it as the Stranger pulled him up by his hair and momentarily pushed his beautiful, smooth face into the man's bulging pants, saying, "Feel that? Get those pants open...now!" Amala watched as Sachin, her innocent boy, looked up at him for a moment, then with trembling hands began to open the Stranger's jeans, unbuttoning the snap...pulling the zipper down... releasing the long, thick manhood. Sachin's eyes widened at the sight of the man's cock and so did Amala's. She couldn't understand what it was in her that wanted to share that hard flesh, but as the man guided that glistening knob into the boy's mouth, she groaned. Placing both hands into Sachin's coal-black hair, the man pushed more into his mouth, ordering, "Suck that dick, boy...taste it...oh, yeah...fuckin' slu..." he paused and clutching the boy's hair in one hand, slapped him with the other. "Watch the fuckin' teeth...!" And he shoved more into Sachin's mouth, toward his throat. Amala felt her burning increase as she watched Sachin cling to the Stranger's legs. He could only respond with, "Ggghhh...gaggg....cough...suck...suck...lick...gaggg...mphhfff...suck...suck..." And inside the pre-teen's white briefs, the outline of his hard boy prick was clear. She couldn't help but see how he used one hand to adjust it. To Amala, Sachin was clearly beginning to enjoy this! The Stranger pulled his cock out and holding tightly onto our son's hair smeared pre-cum across his lips and face. "Fuckin' slut...betcha want to taste it, don't ya? Want to swallow like a cum dump! Not yet, little faggot! Get up here and make your Momma happy," he ordered. Amala saw the confusion on Sachin's face as he looked up at the stronger man. She noticed the wetness on his cheeks and lips and wondered what the Stranger meant. Part of her wanted "It" to happen even while she tried to deny her feelings. The Stranger once again grabbed the boy's neck and prodded him to stand, then pulled him over his mother. "Tear open her bra...do it...suck her tit like you did when you was a baby!" Trembling, the 12 year old reached toward his mother's breasts, then paused. Amala saw the lust in his eyes, saw the bulge in his underwear. It had been almost a decade since she felt his mouth on her. She found herself wanting it again and she mustered up the strength to whisper, "Sa...chin." Impatient, the man reached down into his pocket and produced a knife. In one swift movement, he sliced the bra at Amala's cleavage and freed her. In a second movement, he pushed Sachin's face down and all at once it was like a wild animal was released. The "pure" boy began to suck and slobber over his momma's tit. Like a newly emerging beast he pawed at her, laying over her arm and, had he not been so small, he would have been kneeling on the floor beside her. "Yeah...you know what you like...suck on your momma...use her like a slut..." At the same time, the Stranger sliced open her panties. Without wasting anymore time, he pocketed the knife and began fingering her cunt. One finger...two fingers...three... rubbing her clit and fucking her with his digits. The sensations overpowered Amala and she arched her back as she moaned loudly, "Ahhhhhh!!!" The Stranger pushed between her legs. Pushing his pants down a little further, he lined up his thick cock head with her slit. He pushed Sachin toward Amala's head, and thought for a moment that the boy was resentful at having to leave his new toy, but didn't care. "Watch this, kid. Watch me rape your momma!" With that he shoved his hard rod into the woman and was horned up even more as she leaned her head back, groaning, "AHHHHHHHUUUGGGHHH!!!" As if he were teaching the pre-teen, he muttered, "Gotta keep a bitch...in her place...so fuckin' tight...the old man...ain't doing his job...take it slut...take my big...fat...dick!" Sachin watched as the man started pumping into his mother. The woman he had loved so much all his life. This was what some of the other boys at school had talked about, especially the older ones. This was...fucking. Instinctively, he pushed down his briefs. Grabbing his hairless boy- prick, he began to rub. Oh, it felt so good! Rubbing turned into caressing, then jerking his young meat. Looking down at his mother's face, Sachin could tell she enjoyed it. He was sure of it. As the man lay over her, he began to kiss her; to force his tongue into her mouth. Sachin's dick felt like it seemed to become even harder. When the Stranger lifted his mouth from hers, Amala looked up at her son, the boy she had nurtured through the years. He was masturbating over her, looking down at her like a young man. She was sure that his innocence had been replaced by lust. Now she was certain as she saw that, on his own, he lowered his penis to her mouth. Amala sucked the small flesh greedily. Suddenly she was overwhelmed by the thick flesh rubbing against her clit. She almost screamed against Sachin's cocklet and it vibrated, making the boy shiver. "That's it, kid...fuck her mouth now...give it to her!" the Stranger said. Ordering Sachin to do what came naturally didn't need to be an order. Not now. Sachin fucked his mother's mouth eagerly. The man lifted slightly onto his knees as he continued deep fucking the woman, watching her son get his blow job. The 12 year old was now so excited, fluid began to seep from his piss slit...he was really becoming a man! That was enough for the Stranger. Slamming into Amala, his throbbing dick began to release the load that had been boiling in his nuts. What could not be seen, but was felt were ropes of semen shooting into the woman. Once Amala had been promised to one man. Now she was being raped by one and giving head to her own 12 year old son. As the thick cock began to pull out of her cunt, Amala felt a sense of loss. She wanted so much more! She was delighted as the man once again grabbed the boy by the back of the neck and directed him to get in between her legs. "Eat her out, kid, get a taste," he said as he began to push Sachin's face down. "Get your fuckin' mouth on her and suck it up..." Sachin looked at his mother's slit that was drawing closer and closer. He thought to himself that this was where he came from: a cum wad and cunt-oven. Then his mouth pressed against her pussy. "...Get your tongue in there and clean her out. Swallow it!" Sachin found himself eagerly obeying. The man's sperm tasted both sweet and slightly salty. His mother's juice was a bit tart. But his tongue swept around her cunt and he wondered what the little hard thing was. Amala was glad he found that little hard thing. If she had the strength she would have clutched his hair and pushed him in further. As it was, she groaned again, "Saaach...Aaaggghhh...UGGGGHHHHH!" She came again and knew that her son's face was becoming even more sticky. The Stranger reached under the pre-teen and grabbed hold of his nail. He pulled on it a few times as he listened to the suck sounds of a boy enjoying a woman. Then he told Sachin, "Time to fuck her. Get up!" The Stranger pulled Sachin up and the boy positioned his dick against Amala's cunt lips. Pushing, four inches of boy flesh entered and again, he felt it rub against that strange hard thing. He awkwardly began humping as he just watched the Stranger do. The boy had never felt such strong sensations in his groin. His young nut sack was pulling up against his body and suddenly, "AHHHHHHH...FUUUU...CCCCCKKK!!!" Driven by pure instinct now, Sachin first looked at his mother in the eyes, then pressed his mouth against hers. Just as he'd seen in movies and just as he heard about at school, the 12 year old inserted his tongue. Amala was so turned on by the boy's tongue searching her mouth and she responded weakly, but enough for Sachin to realize he was doing something "grown up" and the woman was responding. What Sachin wasn't prepared for was the Stranger getting an eye full of his young ass, the still-virgin hole winking at him. The man never lost his erection, and it wasn't long until he knew he had the load he needed to shoot into one more cunt... As the 12 year old pushed his cock into his mother, the Stranger pulled the ass cheeks apart and lined up his cock head with the boy's hole. One strong push and Sachin felt the mixture of white hot pain in the midst of his intense pleasure. He threw his head upward, trying to communicate: "Ahhh...nnnooo...ahhh...ye...yesss...ugh...ughhh...AUGGGHHH!!!" The preteen load of watery semen was suddenly shooting into Amala; three...four...five times before Sachin began to lower his head and rest his forehead on his mother's. The Stranger knew it wouldn't take him long. This was more than he ever hoped for and he fucked hard into the boy's chute. At one point he pushed all the way in and held still as he whispered to the two, "You two bitches belong to me now, got it? Sachin, I may be picking you up at school after your momma and I spend an afternoon together with some, uh, friends. Maybe we can spend a night together. You could even earn a lot of money for me. You'd like that, wouldn't you, little fucker?" Sachin was silent too long and the Stranger pulled back then slammed into his ass. "I said, you'd like that, wouldn't you!!!" "Y...yeah..." Sachin whispered. With that, the man pulled out and got off of the boy and his mother. Stepping up to their faces, he grabbed Sachin's hair and twisting his face around, popped his cock head into the 12 year old's mouth; his lips locked just behind the ridge. It didn't take much jacking for the Stranger to shoot a second load of sperm. Sachin grimaced at the unexpected taste, but the man quickly drew the head back and made him press his mouth back against Amala's. As the mix of cum-wad and spit was shared between mother and son, the Stranger wiped his dick in Sachin's black hair. His large male hand patted the boy's butt, then traced down to his young nuts and to the cock that was still connected to his mother. The man repeated, "You two bitch whores belong to me." After a pause, he continued fingering the point where Sachin was inside Amala, saying, "I'm pretty sure the two of you will continue getting lots of sex, though!" Just like that the Stranger was gone. Drugged, the two fell asleep with Sachin's penis still nestled inside his mother. This is how I found them later. As I say, I have these deep and dark fantasies now about my son and wife. Fantasies about what they might do with each other, or if they would allow themselves to become whores. Fantasies about what I should do to them now that their purity is gone. The Stranger is gone but not forgotten.