The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 8 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 8

... downward and immediately, rather than the searing pain of before, he felt an underlying tingling warmth that transmitted a glow to his entire top half. ‘Girls?’ Mrs. Flaherty instructed. This was a signal for the two teenagers to disrobe.

Rachel eagerly took hold of the hem of her shirt and drew it swiftly over her shoulders, instantly exposing her familiar large and shapely breasts. ‘Oh, goody, I much prefer not wearing clothes.’ She giggled as they jumbled out and wobbled into their proud new perch.

‘I am really not shocked,” Replied Deborah ‘it can’t be easy caging those monsters!’

‘’You are so horrible sometimes Debbie, you…'

‘’Girls, girls!’ interrupted the older woman, enough of the domestics, we have work to do!’

‘Sorry, Mrs. Flaherty.’

‘Humph,' replied Deborah, ‘I guess. Well, let’s see what he makes of these eh?’ She began her process seductively, moving her weight onto one hip and biting the corner of her mouth. The hem of her t shirt rose slowly and exposed, not the rounded fertile belly of her cousin, but a taut muscular stomach. Not the sharp definition of an athlete, but the healthy feature of a girl who was genetically bestowed. The area of skin grew as the girl’s face was hidden by the garment and the bottom of her breasts came into view. They had been placed, by god, on a chest whose ribcage was clearly visible as the skin slid over it, adjusted by the sultry movements she made. She paused her disrobe as the hemmed bottom reached her ...

... nipples and drew the garment tight, placing pressure on the little buds. After a few seconds and an ecstatic expression, two beautiful pimples of joy flashed into the world, painted rouge by suppressed excitement. Once exposed the garment was swiftly removed, and Debbie, in her universal glory displayed herself to the encapsulated man.

With her shoulders back and spine arched, her two breasts seemed filled with helium, so gravity defying they appeared and the shape, softly triangular, with a semi circular underside, so appealing that Gary swore softly for all to hear. ‘Fucking hell!’ he expressed.

‘My goodness young lady.’ Said Mrs. Flaherty with undisguised lust. ‘I must get myself a pair of those.’

‘Good luck,' replied Deborah, who obviously did not have the same respect for the older woman as her cousin, ‘I was always planned to have these, so my mother says.’

‘Mmm, well, hubby is going to have to cough up and buy me some.’ Replied Mrs. Flaherty, slowly masturbating their captive.

Rachel leant over Gary’s legs to examine the wanking technique of her new teacher. Her touch was light and her movements long and slow as Gary was slowly being transferred away from his current torment. Her huge breasts dangled and swept across his waist, which was, apart from his genitals, the lowest part of his body with any substantial feeling. ‘You can’t titty wank him darling, we need to control him and your big fat tits are too blunt a weapon.’

‘Aw.’ Replied Rachel, ‘I really ...