The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 10

... observing a still struggling Deborah, ‘she doesn’t sound very good though, when she’s telling me, she doesn’t do any of the things you tell me to do Mummy!’

‘Well, that is because she’s a simple slut, darling. That motor mechanic she seems to think so much about probably left her because she is just a hole. A hole to be fucked.’

‘Yes, that wastrel was up before me last week for affray. I gave him three months.’

‘Bastard!’ Bellowed Deborah.

‘The officers that performed the strip searched him told me all about him.’

‘Bastard! Well that motor mechanic fucked your precious little darling for the first time, ha! Bet you didn’t know that did you?’

Samantha and the Colonel looked at each other and laughed.

‘Oh, no Deborah,’ replied Rachel, ‘I wasn’t a virgin then or anything.’ I was only practicing my Deflorention, or whatever it’s called.’

‘See, you silly tart,’ Charles responded, ‘you know so little.’

This revelation seemed to take the wind out of Deborah’s sails and she quietly began to shake. Samantha urged her to her knees and the bound girl meekly complied. It was in this attitude that she was confronted by the long and now proud weapon of the solicitor.

Samantha bent and placed the tips of the scissors either side of back of Deborah’s jeans waist band and cut. The thick denim parted easily and the cold of the steel made the youngster shudder.

In the meantime Deborah, whose face seemed resigned, allowed her own head to be guided toward ...

... Colonel Mortimer’s remarkably erect sexual organ which having recovered from discharging the contents of its balls into Rachel, bobbed eagerly up and down. She jutted out her jaw in anticipation of the meal that was to be forced upon her.

As her lips parted, big strong hands placed themselves around Deborah’s neck and head; they were to remind her of who was in control, not that she needed to be reminded. ‘You are going to take my cock nicely, ‘ said the owner of the hands, ‘I need you to take all of it.’ Samantha had carried on her work with the scissors and the cutting had not restricted itself to her outer garments, her light green panties were too in tatters as the instrument sheared their way through Deborah’s clothing.

The girl was now, evidently, accustomed to this new situation and met the bottom of Charles’s large red cock head with the flat of her tongue and drew it into her distended mouth. As Gary looked on, the older man looked up toward the ceiling, ‘Yes, yes you little fucking pussy mouth!’

Samantha had made cuts in Deborah’s jeans so skilfully that before long they hung on to her beautiful, restrained frame like a spiders web. Gary was finding it hard to control his erection as he looked at the scene, the Colonel, upright, pushing his cock in and out of Deborah’s now welcoming mouth, Samantha slowly exposing more and more of her niece, and Rachel on all fours observing her Mother’s work studiously, her large breasts swaying to and fro as she shifted her ...