The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 10

... vantage point to see everything.

‘Maybe you should attend to Mr Fowler, sweetie?’ instructed Samantha.

‘Yes, Mummy, we shouldn’t forget about him should we.’

‘Certainly not darling,‘ her Mother replied, now focused on the removal of Deborah’s top, ‘he is the reason we are all here after all.’ Samantha decided on a course of action and gathering as much material in her hand as possible, executed one big slice with her hand shears. The clothing fell away on one side, exposing Deborah’s breast to Gary’s view, he felt his penis tighten against the cock ring that had been cruelly installed.

‘He is already quite hard Mummy.’ Informed Rachel.

‘Well, of course he is darling, he’s hoi polloi! Those people cannot control themselves in the way that we more genteel people can. I despair of them sometimes, but I suppose that we must have some kind of reproduction in the lower orders, vile though it is.’

‘Vile…yes…’ added the Colonel, now beginning to thrust with his hips into Debby’s mouth. The object of this aggression had lowered her head to ensure a better accommodation of the large penis, whose glans showed itself as a visibly moving bulge in her windpipe.’ Samantha sat back to admire the scene.

‘Yes, fuck her Charles, fuck her throat!’

Charles did just that, and Lady Deborah withstood the punishment admirably until the man began to squeeze her neck tightly, and with it his own penis.

The young girl’s face changed colour, to a deep blush and her ...

... shoulders tightened to express her discomfort of the situation, however her aunt was less that sympathetic to her plight.

‘Fuck the tart, yes. Stretch that gullet!’

It was beginning to be too much for the Colonel, a fact noticed by Samantha, who abruptly disengaged the couple and applied force to the base of his large penis. It flew around wildly.

Deborah gagged as the huge cock left her mouth and gasped as ropes and slivers of drool extended onto the ragged remains of her shirt.

Gary watched on in familiarity as the Colonel, with Samantha’s assistance, went through all of the symptoms of extreme orgasm without the resultant emissions. His balls clasped together and bell end swelled in the rhythms of his cries and contractions. Deborah, now left alone, with her hands still secured behind her groaned and gasped at the scene, her lower lip trembling with the emotive pressure she had withstood.

The Colonel, pathetically whined his way back to normality under the guidance of Samantha’s experienced hand, however at the end of it, rather than appear visibly distressed, as Gary himself had after such treatment, the Colonel looked refreshed, as though he had emerged from a cold shower after a sauna.

‘Thank you my dear, that was very timely. And most invigorating!’

‘I am so glad you think so Charles, and so glad that you can be an example to your social inferiors. Is that not so Mr. Fowler?’

Gary had long since understood that a refusal to acquiesce to Samantha’s ...