The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 2

... orb and played with them.

When she had judged Gary past the point of danger, maybe after a minute, she leaned forward and placed his cock between her breasts and slowly milked it with her oily cleavage. She continued to speak softly and dirtily to him. ‘Do you like my titty wank Gary?' she asked.

‘Oh, yes.' He replied. His pan was being brought to the boil once more.

‘I do too, I love the feel of your cock between my tits, they are so sensitive, even though they are nice and big. Do you like my big titties Gary?'

His thermometer started to rise again and it wasn’t long before he felt that familiar pressure at the base of his testicles, his breathing changed and, gulping, he nervously began searching the room. This response was all too familiar to Samantha and, with perfect timing again, she relented all of her activity, leaving the object of both of their passions to pulse and twitch alone in the warm air. More minutes passed as Gary’s delight of being on the edge of the cliff continued.

The crevice on the underside of his bell end became the next focus of attention as her slow masturbation started once more and her tongue explored. Unexplainably, Gary started to breathe deeply and heavily as though he were exercising and this new behaviour seemed to be a signal to Samantha to commence her final act of satisfaction upon him. She placed the width of her tongue on the underside of his cock and drew it lovingly into her mouth. Further and further it went until ...

... Gary felt on it’s tip the obstruction of her throat. Here, the skills of Samantha came to the fore and Gary felt her oesophagus relax and accommodate his wide bell end. A sudden wave of pressure surrounded the length of his shaft as, suffocating as it seemed, she used her throat muscles to apply wave upon wave of stimulating pleasure. His lover didn’t this time stop him and he hurtled downward to what he fully expected to be his doom.

It was instead his salvation as mentally he felt as though a multi coloured cloud of tinsel had been cannoned into the air. His orgasm came as Samantha hastily extracted his cock from it’s oral home and provided Gary with his final surprise. Placing her thumb at the base of his shaft she softly pressed, half closing the aperture though which his joy would flow. The effect was immediate and dramatic and Gary’s loud screams and partial bleats echoed in the room. Simultaneously, his semen erupted and dashed it’s potency on the underside of Samantha’s chin then discharged jet after jet of creamy white spunk over her already sweat laden breasts. More came, less thick but still intense as Samantha sighed and cooed with delight at her success. ‘Oh Gary, for me please… yes, oh darling!’

At last Gary’s overwhelming pleasure came to an end and he sank, losing all muscle tone, into the bed clothes. He opened his mind from darkness to find Mrs. Barton stroking his hair, telling him how beautiful he was.

Five minutes later and they were still silently ...