The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 2

... was control and domination. The dark veil was descending, his animal instinct took hold and the little mother became a doll in his hands which he turned aggressively and pushed onto the bed. He lifted her and placed her on her knees, seizing both of her arms and holding them with his large left hand. ‘Gary!’ Samantha protested, but he was having none of that. As she wriggled, he arched her back forcibly, felt her wetness and placed his big cock on the rounded folds of her warm nether region. ‘Gary!’ she protested again, more calmly that he would have expected considering his actions. He drove forward, expecting a response from his lover that he did not receive, but began pumping hard regardless. ‘Err, Gary?' stated a bored sounding Mrs. Barton. Again, he ignored her passivity and slapped her rear. At this point Samantha found herself with one free hand and made instant use of it by grabbing his testicles firmly. ‘Gary, stop!’ she demanded. Her lover’s momentum remained, however, and he continued to thrust aggressively into her soft and deep pussy. ‘Right! She stated calmly and squeezed hard with her hand. He instantly stopped, mentally connected with the pain and shouted loudly.

Samantha moved forward and withdrew the offending meat from inside, turned and sternly faced the now demonstrably corrected Gary Fowler. ‘Ok now, are we calm, are we calm Gary?' she confidently asked. His bright red face gulped like a fish as he withstood the pain in his gonads. ‘I’m going to ...

... loosen my grip now,' she stated, ‘swing for me, and I’ll rip them off, ok?'

Gary nodded as he grimaced and the pain subsided, to be replaced by a firm comforting encapsulation.

‘Ok, listen to me Gary and listen properly, do you understand?' Again he nodded, sweat running from his brow. ‘You are a rank amateur Gary. You go at it like a virgin dog. Now that might work for your barmaids in the Plough down in the village but it will not satisfy me. Do you understand?'

As he began to recover from his recent trauma Gary felt the emotions of humiliation begin to kick in. He had had many fights in his time and recognised when he was on the losing side. At those particular moments a policy of anger was the wrong one and unless he were faced with an actual enemy, not another comrade in arms, the best reaction was to acquiesce. He nodded.

‘I want to be made love to. It is a man’s job to identify that. You are a man, I can see.' She nodded down to his still erect, still alert dick. ‘So I want to show you what it means to be made love to. If you will trust me. I will trust you, Okay?' She smiled at him and meekly, Gary nodded yet again.

Both breathed together as the new situation established itself. ‘Now,' said Samantha. ‘I am going to the side table over there and I am going to let go of your tackle. If you make a go at me, I will open your head up with the table lamp. Understand?'

Gary was more or less recovered and spoke for the first time in minutes. The energy of the ...