The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 4

... demanded. He obliged, and Samantha screamed at the ceiling ‘Oh shit!’ she exposed her teeth in a long panting sequence of emotions. ‘Ooo, are you ready for something special Gary?' She asked dirtily.

‘Aye, aye!' he replied, feeling the blood rising to alarming levels in his middle extremities. On this confirmation Samantha began to concentrate and all of a sudden Gary began to feel an alien pressure slowly running down the shaft of his cock. He lifted his head to look at their union. He saw the skin of her folds around the junction twitch sharply and gasped for air. It was as though a loose, slippery rubber grommet had been snapped onto his cock and was being rolled up and down. He realised that this was being generated by Samantha’s well trained vaginal walls. ‘Christ!’ he blasphemed out loud.

Mrs. Barton’s face lit up in a lustful glow. ’Ooo, yes. Your dick feels so nice to milk. Mmm.' She began to augment the internal massage with well controlled bounces that perfectly timed with the soft contractions she was generating. The position of her hips meant that his cock suffered no painful sideways movement and experienced only the supreme pleasure that her undoubted skill gave. Samantha saw Gary’s face change. He was getting close and she slowed, drawing out the joy that this unique experience was giving. It was time for her to become even more lewd.

‘Gary, could you tell I was ovulating, when you were licking my pussy?' She asked obscenely, meanwhile continuing her ...

... slow bouncing and milking. ‘I want you to fill it up Gary, shoot all of that lovely spunk deep into my cunt.'

‘Oh, fuck!’ murmured Gary. Samantha removed her right hand from his chest and reached around for his balls. He began to panic, fearing a repeat of the testicle squeezing that she gave to him four days before, but to his relief she just cupped them, monitoring their readiness.

‘Give me your cum Gary. Shoot it, shoot it deep inside me. Bathe my eggs Gary. Fertilise me, please!’

The last demand did the trick and he finally felt the anaesthetic pause in emotion he knew so well. No amount of composure was going to stop this, his legs began to shake as the limbic part of the brain took control. Samantha’s fingers, timed to perfection, began to softly massage his testicles and Gary’s prostate began twitching and firing. He finally felt the release and the soft walls of her vagina began extracting his white spunky juice. There seemed to be no end to his testicular contractions and pulse after pulse of his sperm was ejected deep into Mrs. Barton’s energetic cervix.

Her skill didn’t stop until Gary was done and she encouraged his genetic transfer with loud and disgusting words. ‘Fuck, Gary. Yes, give it to me. Give me your fucking cum!’ He, in return was equally vocal, shouting wordless cries that must have echoed through the whole house.

Finally after what seemed to Gary like an hour of total ecstasy, he had finished. The last spasm of what must undoubtedly have ...