The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 7

... forcibly Pressed the now moist head against the softness of her labia. ‘Oo, oo. Mummy, I love it.’

‘Yes, baby. But control yourself. Think of silly things.’

‘Yes Mummy, can I use my fanny muscles please.’

‘Yes baby, if you think you’ll enjoy it more, but remember, try to control your emotions. This isn’t for your enjoyment, it is for you to learn how to reach the upper echelons of society, and we are using Mr. Fowler to do it.’ Gary immediately found the entrance with which he was dallying, tighten up, like a clam. He pressed the head of his penis into Rachel's hitherto welcoming cunt until it squashed and deformed. Samantha peered over her daughter’s rump to observe Gary’s repeated attempts at penetration. ‘Not quite so tight darling, too much is a little pointless, hmm?’

‘Yes Mummy.’ Rachel replied and Gary discovered a slight give in the powerful, tensile forces that restricted that softest part. The well controlled lips dilated enough to give him the slightest of passages.

Samantha’s mind worked through the possible practice scenarios that were available and finally settled on one. ‘Now baby, I want you to pretend to be a virgin again, do you remember that, darling?’

‘But that was ages ago Mummy.’

‘I know baby, but some men love fucking virgins, it makes them feel special, because they think they are taking something from you.’

‘I’ll try Mummy. Does it mean I will have to scream lots and lots too.’

‘Uhuh, honey, you can scream lots and lots. ...

... You can scream the house down if you really want.’

On this, Rachel’s body suddenly tensed and she turned around to Gary with a wide eyed look of alarm. She was acting. ‘Please don’t hurt me Mr. Fowler, please be gentle.’

The lava flow of passions that Gary was undergoing was not going to be sated by gentility. He responded to Rachel’s faux request with a soft grunt and began to press his cock forward.

‘Oh, god. It feels so big, it hurts, ow, ow.’

‘Aye, lass, ' replied Gary. I’m inside of you, do ya want more of it?’

‘No, no,' replied Rachel. Gary ignored her and bowed out her insides by another inch. ‘oh, god, I’m broken.’ Screamed Rachel in apparent distress.

‘Good baby,' directed Samantha, ‘now let him in suddenly.’

As the muscle tone in Rachel’s tunnel suddenly disappeared, the effect to Gary was a though some barrier had loosened. It was followed by a piercing scream from the young girl as his shaft mined into her depths to it’s fullest extent. ‘Oh, God, that’s so deep!’ The young girl shouted. His withdrawal was followed by a reapplication and a scream of similar intensity, yet shorter duration. Samantha watched the scene in front of her avidly, massaging her daughter’s breasts as the copulation began in earnest. Left to their own design, Rachel’s tits would have circled and bounced as Gary’s thrusts added momentum into the little girls body, but in Samantha’s hands they were stable and protected.

One could only imagine the hidden violence that was ...