The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 9

... beast tried once more. Her two doughy tits rose and rouged on this contact and he felt his arms reach out to grasp the two nipples that sprung from their mount.

His cock head readjusted and finding the crevice of life it sought, wiggled it’s way inside as Mrs. Gupta’s face flushed and her eyes looked heavenward. ‘I an a vessel for my Lord!’ she gasped as Gary’s hips drove on.

Behind him, Ariel began to massage his scrotum, ‘You are now in that realm, Gary, between the sky and the earth, both bird and worm, butterfly and snake!’ her hands squeezed those enormous testicles as he started to thrust his hips backward and forward in the way that his mortal body knew so well. The ring of Mala Guptas labia began to contract as he withdrew and thrust again, constricting the giant edifice and promoting the joy that Gary was sure would soon be upon him.

As his mouth began to dry, he knew he was getting close, but still, the effort to reach that sublime goal remained out of reach. As he began to become desperate in his thrusts and search, and Mala began to scream to her god, a light pressure on his rectum began, he started to feel the beginning of that longed for completion. ‘Yes, Gary, Ariel whispered, allow that which my mother earth demands, let the spirit relent.’

Sunshine flooded the dream as Gary’s fluid began to whirl in those balloon like testicles, his hugely enlarged prostate started to twitch, and all was set to deliver upon the promises that both women had made ...

... to their respective gods. Those two huge gonads that held that magical fluid began to dance wildly with joy as a sudden, sharp cool breeze blew across his face and his moment of joy was delayed, momentarily, by a fly that had somehow invaded this wonderful place, followed swiftly by cousins that began to swarm around his head. The breeze that was, increased in volume, and sent his hair back as the now gale, began to trumpet. Behind Mrs. Gupta’s head, the foliage rolled backward and forwards with a violence that matched the intoxicated passion he had felt just a few moments before.

The change in conditions marked a change in Mala too. ‘It is my Lord, he has come. He has come to take vengeance!’ Gary’s enormous transfigured penis was forcibly ejected from it’s place of comfort as Gary detected danger in the lush undergrowth before him. He had the sudden urge to run, which to his credit, had been an instinct to which he had rarely succumbed, but found to his horror, the drug magnified sexual equipment with which he had been endowed, hampered his movement and he fell, face upward in a brown soupy mud.

Mala, still naked, rose to her feet. ‘There! There lord. Seek him that would defile your image!’ As Mala screamed these words Gary obtained his first glimpse of Mala Gupta’s “Lord’ bursting through the undergrowth, snapping branches and screaming it’s anger as a storm blew over Gary Fowler’s prone, incapacitated body. A Huge elephant, encrusted with silver, gold and precious ...