The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 8 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 8

... always had a soft spot for the barbarian.’

‘Like Mike, Deb?’

‘Shut up about him Rachel! We don’t speak about him!’ snapped Deborah.

‘Sorry Deborah.’

‘Yes, well, have you got the hot water, let’s get on with this.’

‘Can I do his legs Debby?’

‘No, they’re mine, you can have his arms and shoulders, I don’t want him leering at me.’

‘But that means you get to wash his privates and I wanted to do that.’

‘You can do it next time, he is probably going to need it.’

This ominous conversation coincided with the first touch of soapy sponge on skin which made Gary gasp into the warm air of the cellar. 'Let’s make him nice and clean before his meal’ gushed Rachel.

‘Beef steak and oysters. Whoever heard of such a thing? Such a waste.’

‘Mummy says it is an afro…afro dizzy yak.’

‘Humph, these people are horny all the time anyway, they hardly need it.’

‘Mummy says we have to rub his balls after we have fed him, to make sure they will fizz. What does that mean?’

Deborah ignored Gary’s sharp intake of breath as she vigorously washed the inside of his thighs. ‘Your mother seems to think that this creature’s semen makes a sound when he is producing it, seems a bit far fetched to me.’

Rachel sponged over Gary’s wide muscular chest, ‘But what Mummy says is that we need to find these things out.’

‘I guess, but then I am being paid so I don’t care. Let’s do his knob.’ Deborah lifted the end of Gary’s penis with the index finger and thumb of her left ...

... hand and plastered the whole area in the soapy liquid, lifting his testicles away from his body. ‘Rachel, can you pass me the special oil from the middle tray?’

‘Okay Debby,' Rachel stopped to read the label. ‘What are jalap…enos.’

‘Another one of your mother’s bright ideas. That’s why I have to wear these gloves. ‘ Deborah replied snapping the cuff of her rubber hand coverings with a sharp twang. ‘It will energise him, not like being washed by a pair of teenagers won’t do that.’

Out of sight of his range of vision Gary could only imagine the actions of this mysterious newcomer into his world. She had a thinner face than her sister and judging from what he could see of her shoulders, a slighter frame. Being a little older, the plasticity of her features had diminished and had solidified into a haughtiness that she would, undoubtedly, carry for the rest of her life. Gary lifted his head to take in more of the elder of his two jailers, she did indeed have a slighter figure, but one that was certainly not shapeless. Her tight t-shirt grasped her stomach and rose vertiginously around her breasts that, though seemingly without the support of undergarment, formed two firm dishes underneath which were intersected by a plunging neckline. The topping was provided by a pair of nipples that rose, like hidden cherries, that, despite her protestations of contempt, betrayed her sexual excitement.

The chilli oil finally reached the skin around the penis. The effect of this caused ...