The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 5

... Sorry.’

‘Now, honey, you have two ways of removing your bra, can you remember Mummy’s favourite?’

‘I think so,’ Rachel replied.

‘Arch your spine and draw your shoulders back dear. Yes, like that but a slight turn. Perfect.’

Rachel tucked in her chin and retained eye contact with Gary who was being steadily monitored and controlled by her mother and reached up to undo the front clasp of her flowery pale blue brassiere. It gently dislodged and the garment relaxed and parted, leaving the mammary flesh beneath, to settle and relax into their new position. As she removed it, her nipples burst forth and received a slight tender touch from the wired part of her bra as it was lifted wide of her chest, causing her lips to redden and shudder.

‘Very good baby,' Samantha lauded as her daughter dropped her bra to the floor. ‘now,' the mother stood and removed her own night shirt and stood showing her lovely round panty clad bottom to Gary. ‘like this darling.’ She took her panties down half way, gave a wiggle of her hips, during which they travelled a further two inches, and slowly drew them down her long, well toned legs. ‘Now, your turn baby.’

Rachel turned and performed the same movement. However with a facial expression that displeased her mother. ‘That’s nearly perfect honey, but try not to look like a common prostitute. You will be trying to entice the great and good in society, people of decent and refined tastes. Behaving like a nasty, filthy, horrible little ...

... slut is not going to do that.’

‘No Mummy, sorry Mummy’.

That’s fine. Let’s move on. Remember we talked about self control.

‘Yes Mummy.’

‘Now baby, when we are being fucked it is important to stay in control and be confident. Men are likely to take advantage of their partner if the girl is unable to respond to changing situations. Mmm?’

‘Yes, I remember Mummy’.

‘So that is what we are going to practice here. Mr. Fowler is going to fuck you at various degrees of intensity and you will try to stay in control so that you can manage the situation. Is that clear? Is there something wrong Mr. Fowler?’

Gary had squirmed uncomfortably with the thought of actual sexual intercourse with the young girl. ‘Er, no, er. Nothing.’ He replied.

‘Good, could you stay in readiness please, whilst I prepare my daughter?’

Gary was stupefied with the request. ‘Aye, I’ll keep on doing this.’ He replied, pulling his penis slowly. As he did, Samantha turned her daughter on to the bed beside him and lay her down.

‘Widen your legs honey-bun, I need to make you ready for Mr. Fowler’s cock.’

‘Yes, Mummy.’ As he watched Samantha use her fingers and mouth to dilate and moisten her daughter’s vagina, Gary wondered how many penises this girl had had inside her. He was obviously not to be her first, and who? Apart from the Colonel and old Wilf, and the various delivery men, who else might have access to this wonder of girlhood.

Her breathing became heavier and more voiced as her ...