The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 8 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 8

... love the feeling of having a cock there.’

‘Well, there is a dildo on the trolley. Maybe we can get Mr. Fowler going if Deborah helps you?’

The later mentioned girl returned from the trolley with the heavy pink weapon in her right hand and slapped it loudly on her left, looking at Gary with a mischievous smile. ‘Do you think he would like this up his arse?’ she asked.

‘Not today.’ Said Mrs. Flaherty firmly. ‘This is still a preparation, young lady.’

‘Well, you know who to ask.’ The elder of the girls replied. Gary did not like Deborah very much.

Rachel drew saliva into her mouth and let it dribble between her breasts, a mechanism than Debby mirrored, but rather than drool into her own cleavage she spat heavily into her cousin’s. The bubbly clear liquid pooled in the enormous breast slit that had formed as Rachel bent over to show Gary. ‘It feels so nice when it’s running down my chest Mr. Fowler, but I wish it was your spunk.’

Mrs. Flaherty’s hand had slowed to a funereal pace as it moved his glowing foreskin up and down. ‘Just think Gary,' She softly announced in her Irish brogue, ‘you could have had these tits if you hadn’t have been so bad.’

The head of Deborah’s dildo suddenly appeared between Rachel’s compressed tits and she cooed and gasped as it’s soft knobbiness started to play on her sensitive skin. ‘oh, that feels so lovely.’ She responded, ‘almost like a real cock’.

Mrs. Flaherty now withdrew her gloved hands from Gary’s member. ‘Now, who ...

... wants to play with Mr. Fowler now?’

‘Not me, ' replied Debby, ‘I’ll just rip the fucking thing off.’

‘Oh, me please, ' Rachel answered, ‘Mummy has been teaching me to keep a boy under control.’

‘Well, put these on,' Mrs. Flaherty passed her a pair of rubber surgical gloves, ‘Just follow my pace, I want to get my pleasure, now I’m all horny.’

For a brief moment four gloved hands were slowly manipulating his penis, pulling his foreskin back to it’s limit and then moving it back to perform it’s evolutionary job of protecting his glans, and repeating the process over the span of three or four seconds. He began to discover a creeping sensation starting at his feet like pins and needles. This was noticed by a keen eyed Mrs. Flaherty ‘I think we need to refresh his paraplegia. You carry on now Rachel.’

As Rachel less expert hands played with him, and Deborah’s dildo continued to thrust between her big soft baps, Mrs. Flaherty, tangling with her young companion’s arms, reapplied her thumbs to the inner part of his thigh pushed them deeply and oscillated them. Gary cried out in pain again and almost magically, within half a minute, both the pain, and the reintroduction of sensation had vanished.

‘Now, I can have my fun.’ Stated Mrs. Flaherty, slapping Gary hard, yet senselessly on the thigh. She disappeared from Gary’s view and he heard the distinct sound of a stool being dragged across the stone floor. The next he saw of her she had dispensed with her bikini bottoms ...