The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 9

... our mother irrigate your great strength. Upon this, a golden river began to flood from her mouth onto the tip of the exposed cock head. It pooled, treacle like, on the tip before slowly working it’s way down the vast, knobbly shaft.

‘My lord is anxious for our union, he speaks to me through the air.’ Announced Mala seductively, her legs wide, and breasts perched on chest, supported as she was by her elbows that rested on the soft grassy bank beneath.

Ariel began working in the new oily liquid into Gary’s oversized penis with large arm movements that softly sent waves of pleasure into his balls, which hung beneath his trunk like two water balloons. These she softly supported with her other hand, each in turn. ‘It is said a great fountain will send children into this world, ' she stated. ‘I must do my duty to the god of fertility.’ Now, her face began to distort, the lips grew to an accommodating size and a new tongue emerged, more human like, but soft and viscous. It grew and reached the underside of his enormity, cradled it in the sloppy, red flesh and began to draw it into the huge well that had appeared in her face.

He felt a welling in those enormous sacks dangling beneath his crotch as the whole edifice began to disappear into Ariel’s mouth. The procreative liquid inside his oversized testes behaved like like two great shoals of fish churning the water, yet still he felt a world away from that ultimate fulfilment he so craved. Those two gargantuan lips of ...

... Ariel, that hid her pretty features, slurped up and down the great fleshy column that this drug induced erection had constructed. Deeper it went on every forward thrust that distended face gave until he felt the sweet symmetry of the throat muscles grasp and swallow. An intense pressure gripped him as those two swinging ball sacks began to twitch and dance. This effected a change in the blonde woman’s efforts and she hauled the great trunk out of the sopped hole and hugged it tightly. ‘It cannot be now my sweet lord, for your vitality is needed by another.’

Gary was captured at the very point of exhilaration as his seemingly inevitable flows reversed and returned to their source. When Samantha Burton had performed this manoeuvre, in the real world, he had felt nothing but pain and distress. But here, in this wondrous place of Mala Gupta’s construction, the pleasure was indescribable. That woman remained seated, expectantly, spreading the open, dark opening in her special area wide. ‘It is time, ' she began, ‘time to fulfil this night and serve my Lord and master. Bring your bounty to me, so that I may absorb it’s outpourings.’

He found himself being led to those outspread legs by a now restored Ariel, her face returned to it’s natural prettiness. His cock stretched into the distance as the two outsized genitalia attracted each other like magnets. The first touch bounced from the rubbery mantlet that guarded her impossibly seductive space, but, as though seeking warmth, the ...