The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 4

... licking, fuck! Keep your cunting tongue moving. Jesus, fuck!’

Gary began to detect a change, a growing wetness in her previously rich, moist hole. This coincided with a reduction in her vocalisations and movements and the beginning of a shuddering that vibrated her big tits. Samantha grasped her nipples hard. ‘…Nnngg, I’m cumming!’ Gary suspected as much.

Mrs. Barton’s body tensed into a statue-solid rigidity as her end came. This was replaced by small jerky shocks after which, in turn, came huge electrifying jolts of movement. Gary’s face was met by a wall of liquid that pulsed again and again into his face. Samantha Burton was squirting her love juices at the end of a seismic orgasm. And Gary Fowler, the swimming pool maintenance man, had delivered it

He lifted his soaked head and shook it in confusion. Samantha gasped and panted as she recovered from the experience. Finally, she spoke. ‘Gary Fowler, you do have a magic tongue don’t you?’ she sounded more composed than he might have expected.

‘Aye. I didn’t know I had.'

‘’Oh, you’ll do. You will do very well.' She expressed. Gary, as was his nature, did not delve too carefully into the meaning of this.

Samantha lifted herself to kneel, swinging her breasts as she did and focused on Gary’s attentive manhood. ‘Now, what are we going to do with you eh? Are we going to make you shoot your dirty spunk everywhere, mmm?' She addressed his penis and not Gary himself. It made him feel a little neglected. ‘Or ...

... shall I put you in my warm deep cunt and milk you. Then you can spurt all of your lovely goodness right inside me.'

The penis answered for itself and nodded with his pulse after the second suggestion. ‘Oh, that’s such a good choice. Tell your master to lie flat on the bed.' The message was duly passed on.

Samantha placed her feet either side of his hips and bit the left side of her bottom lip as she sneered into his eyes. She bent her legs slightly and probed her own pussy with two fingers. ‘Mmm, that will be just right for him. Mmm.' She gave Gary another instruction. ‘Point that big cock upright Gary. I want to sink on to it.' He took hold of the base and pointed it as perpendicularly as he could.

‘I want you to empty those fucking balls into me Gary.’ she whispered, then bent her legs further and began to crouch until the exposed glans of his cock buffered into her loose vulva. He let out a long sigh. ‘Ooo, you like that don’t you.? Samantha oozed. She lowered herself further and the large head popped into her welcoming twat. She breathed out an exaggerated “O” at him, and, like a weak suction pump, her pussy drew him in until his pubic bone and hers met in an easy, beautiful union. ‘Oh, yes you lovely fucker. I love your big fat cock!’

She placed the flat of her hands on his chest as she squatted over him. Her knees were wide apart and her feet flat on the bed clothes as she constrained her voluptuous breasts between her biceps. ‘Gary. Squeeze my nipples.'. she ...