The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 5

... Fowler get on with his evening.’

So, this was simply a lesson, Gary realised. The prospect of himself satisfying the big breasted couple was to be denied him. He felt flat and let down.

‘Mr. Fowler, can you kneel upright please, Rachel, can you wrap your breasts around his cock, there should be enough of your pussy juice on it to help it slip up and down, at least initially.’

‘Yes Mummy.’ Rachel did as she was asked and looked down at Gary’s penis as it appeared from and disappeared into, her deep cleavage. He could feel his foreskin flapping back and forth in the moist tunnel. She appeared to chew and let a dollop of saliva drip onto their filthy union with a giggle.

‘We are going to give Mr. Fowler just a plain, simple orgasm today Rachel,' Her mother instructed. ‘we will move on to more advanced techniques in future lessons.’

‘Yes Mummy. Is he going to cum loads?’

‘Almost certainly poppet, he did just recycle his seminal fluid. That usually promotes at least some hyper ejaculation.’ Gary must have demonstrated the beginnings of his end as Samantha gave more instructions to her daughter. ‘Now, darling I want you to observe all of his little movements and mannerisms when he shoots his load okay, honey?’

‘Yes Mummy.’ Gary, as his cock slid up and down Rachel's slimy tit crevice began to feel his spunk on its way, he gulped and his attention began to waiver.

‘Slow a little honey bun, he is about to cum.’ Gary momentarily felt as though he were ...

... cycling up hill and the top was getting further away. Suddenly it rushed toward him violently and he soared into the air like a ski jumper.

‘Ah!, Ah!, Ah!...’ he cried as Rachel giggled and Samantha gave him encouragement.

‘Oh, yes! Fucking shoot it! Shoot all of your dirty spunk over my little baby!’ His first blast grazed the young girl’s face, leaving a snail like trail, and wasting most of it’s potency on the bed clothes. The second was better directed and silenced Rachel’s giggling with a yelp, shooting up into her mouth. ’Oh, you dirty fucker!’ scolded Samantha as more of his fluid was sent into her little girl’s face. ‘Shit! Yes. Cum, Gary, fucking cum on the little slut!’

His prostrate driven spasms didn’t stop, and Rachel turned her head as more and more landed and began running from her chin. Finally, his cock began giving the outward aspect of ejaculation, but without the resultant projections of fluid, and Mrs. Barton hastily encapsulated his penis with her mouth causing his gasp to escape into the room. She emerged after extracting every drop of semen from in and around his penis.

‘All clean!’ Rachel enthused.

‘Sorry my little dumpling, Mummy simply couldn’t resist,' replied Samantha, licking her cum wetted lips.

‘Oh, that’s okay Mummy.’

After his cataclysm, Gary required some affection. It wasn’t to be.

‘Thank you Mr. Fowler you have been very useful. Say goodbye to Mr. Fowler sweetheart.’

‘Bye, Mr. Fowler.’

‘What, you want me to ...