The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 7

Gary slept long and deep and dreamt of Ariel, the self monikered hippy wife of a record producer. She had tried to interest him in stones and scented candles and had wanted to smoke her home made cigarettes before making love to the attractive ex-soldier and, as she saw it, victim of the state. His fags and booze were the only herbal remedies he was interested in, however, and Ariel was made prey to his own type of exploitation. At the time, he hated the condescension of her need to do good, he felt that she was making herself grand by deeming others necessary for her help.

He had been meditating about the possibility of her actual sincerity in recent weeks. At the time he had been angry when he realized that there was nothing of value in her bedroom, strange he thought, in that massive house.

He scraped his sleep away and found out he wasn’t alone. Ah, yes. He had followed a ridiculous girl back to her bedroom; she was young. He jolted his head upright in bed.

Lady Anne was still with him, one huge breasts was covered by their blanket, the other lay on top, her smugly contented face sighed into his chest hair. ‘Morning Gary darling.’ She whispered softly, as he lay back down.

‘Err…mornin’.’ He shuffled and Lady Anne bedded her face deeper.

‘You were snoring, my love. It sounded…like music.’ Gary was pretty certain it did not.

He tried to make sense of the previous evening. Of course, there was that stupid tuition, and then. Did he have sex with this girl ...

... alone, without Samantha shouting at him.

Annie took his hand and placed it on her round belly. ‘Do you feel it darling?’

‘What the hell!’ he thought, and then he remembered. He had, encouraged by both Samantha and her daughter, inseminated this girl. He had done it a few times, in different places. He did it when his balls ached and he thought they would produce nothing, but with the magic of Annie’s softness , they had always managed it.

And now it seemed, he possessed a spaniel. ‘I feel so alive this morning!’ soothed a smitten Annie. ‘How do you feel my love?’

Was this another of Samantha’s games? This girl had been abusive and plainly demeaning to him just the day before.

‘Aye, I feel grand.’ He replied, not wanting to encourage too romantic an attachment.

‘I am so “at ease” with you.’ she replied lyrically.

He began to think practically and looked at his watch. It was seven in the morning and he had to consider his day. He had workmates to pick up in an hour.

‘Lets make love again darling,' Annie smooshed, ‘give me more of that lovely, creamy manfullness.’

Gary doubted this was in his ability, but he was also concerned. Girls of Annie’s age were fertile as turtles; maybe he had succeeded in doing his manly duty.

‘I'm going to have to be off lass, got a gang of lads waitin’, like.’

‘No, no! You can’t go!’ she replied desperately.

‘Don’t worry lass, I’ll see yer tonight, eh?’

‘But, but…' she sobbed frantically.

He rose and dressed, ...