The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 10

... harden.

‘Let us see how these breasts are developing Miss Barton, it is several months since I have had the pleasure.’

‘Mummy makes me do lots of exercises Uncle Charles, to keep them nice and firm.’ Rachel turned her back to her prospective lover, and he, expertly, undid the clasp on the taut elasticated material which parted suddenly. She turned and let her brassier fall. ‘They aren’t as big as Mummy’s yet, but she promises that when they are I can wear proper grown up bras, like hers.’ Gary could only wonder at the species of training bra that could hold such large globes.

‘You have made splendid progress.’ He began to firmly massage each tit. ‘Firm, yet soft. The nipples are becoming pronounced under stimulation. Yes, very satisfying.’

‘Thank you Uncle Charles.’

‘Now, we have to put ourselves so that Mr. Fowler can see us.’

‘Is that what these blocks are for Uncle Charles?’

Charles stepped up onto the little platform in front of him and for the first time Gary could see what had provoked Deborah’s interest. Coiled within his underpants was what appeared to be a Lincolnshire sausage, the impression of which transferred itself into the fabric. This new structure was now just below Rachel’s eye level, and she moved toward it, as though pulled by the scent.

Charles put his thumbs either side of his underwear and let his hands slowly descend. The base of his cock appeared first, followed by the thick trunk, and the shadows either side. Then as the ...

... hemline of the garment dropped, the soft shaft, of which there seemed to be no end, revealed itself.

Gary glanced over to Deborah’s face, which seemed mesmerised by the sight.

Down and down went the underwear until finally the shrouded head burst from encapsulation and bobbled beneath the lawyer’s legs.

Deborah issued an involuntary gasp.

‘Oh, Its just like I remembered it Uncle Charles.’ Exuded Rachel. ‘I do hope it will still fit inside me.‘

The speculation had a motivational effect on the Colonel whose sexual organ began to pulse. The face of Deborah, whose grasp of Gary’s own excitement was tightening, began flushing with blood as she watched on, and Gary, try as he might, was not immune to the scene. His engorgement began and the metal ring that had hitherto a light pressure on his shaft began to apply a constraint that was far from comfortable.

Colonel Mortimer clenched his fists by his side as his penis steadily ratcheted upward, bouncing on his necessarily increasing heart rate. Rachel smiled at it lovingly and Deborah smouldered at it lustily as the monster primed itself for action. After a period of one minute, the mighty tool pointed threateningly at the little girl and he issued his next instruction. ‘Now, Rachel, please place yourself on the attitude block, I need you in position.’

Rachel’s movements in front of her ‘Uncle Charles’ were sultry and seductive. She had been well taught, and when finally in place, facing away from him and her left leg ...