The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 7

... taking place internally from the dramatic external effects as Rachel’s flesh responded in waves and rivulets of energy. Gary was incited by this pantomime and pounded his cock, harder into Rachel now, than he had ever done before. He was performing a sexual sprint and terminal velocity was fast approaching. Using only a small proportion of her experience allowed Samantha to recognised this and she began pinching her daughter’s nipples and talking in an attempt to stimulate her in response. ‘Oh, yes, baby. Cum. Cum for Mummy. Soak up his spunk, little baby '

The sensation of Rachel’s quivering waist as she began to experience the beginning of her orgasmic contractions was too much for Gary to bear, the light began to rush toward him like a locomotive in a tunnel as he felt all of his current sensations momentarily deadened in a torrent of adrenaline and stream upon stream of his cum spurted into the young girl. He abruptly felt Rachel’s free hand cupping his ball sack gently as she screamed her joy into the downstairs hallway. Samantha joined in this finale. ‘Oh, yes baby take it, take all of that lovely spunk.’ Deep inside Rachel’s insides Gary felt a strange soft sucking as he ejaculated into her lovely moist cave, as though an alien intruder was trying to hoover his semen for it’s own purpose. It heightened his cascade and he howled his blessed relief to form a chorus of exhilaration with Rachel’s manufactured screaming. ‘Oh, fuck yes' Samantha cried out, ‘do you feel ...

... it Gary, do you feel Rachel’s cunt vacuuming up your spunk. You are going to give her a child Gary!’

The future complications of this revelation did not occur to the handsome young workman at this particular moment. He was in the middle of a profound experience as his mixture churned into the pulsating vagina of this young schoolgirl, the constant reminder that his seed had a certainty of fertilisation simply acted as a lightning bolt to an already tempestuous storm.

The winding down process from this intense sex took many minutes of shivering and twitching, but as Gary adjusted to life outside of this union his heart rate descended and his breathing became less frequent until Samantha broke the spell.

‘That was good, Hun, but it needs more work.’

‘Do you think so Mummy?’ Rachel replied.

‘Yes baby, you did overdo it at the beginning a little bit, but you need to give the impression that you are just being passive.’

‘Even though I am not Mummy?’

‘Even though you are not. I shall give you, oh, eight out of ten. Better than last time but room to improve, Hmm? Now pick your things up and toddle off for a shower huh, baby.’

‘Okay Mummy. Thankyou Mr. Fowler, bye Mr. Fowler.’

Gary’s legs were still unsteady from his efforts as Rachel left. ‘Aye, what do I get then?’ He asked.

‘You Gary, get to fuck my nubile daughter. That should be reward enough don’t you think?’

‘Oh, aye Mrs...Samantha.’ He replied gratefully.

‘Well, that’s good,' she replied , ...