The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 8 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 8

... voice softly resounded, ‘Your Mr. Fowler and I have some unfinished business.’ To Gary, it was familiar and had a relaxed, lilting quality. Rachel put him out of his intellectual misery.

‘Hello Mrs. Flaherty, Mr. Fowler had been a really good boy and has finished all of his food.’ It was Mrs. Flaherty’s expensive trinkets scattered around her bedroom that had tempted him back into the weakness of his youth. A growing realization of his current danger now grew in his mind.

‘Now, that’s a good thing now,’ Mrs. Flaherty appeared to Gary in his restricted frame of reference. She had obviously been using the facilities he and the team had completed the day before because her sinewy, Atlantic frame wore a bright lime green bikini. Her hard Irish features smiled when she observed his unprotected state, ‘because we need to be working on that groin area, and he’s going to be needing all of that strength.’

Gary suddenly remembered that Mrs. Flaherty was a masseur. ‘But, there’s nought wrong with me groin area!’ he protested.’

‘Oh, no Gary. There is definitely something wrong with your groin area, and we are goin’ ter get to the bottom of it, are we not girls?’

Deborah clapped her hands together excitedly. Rachel offered a bit more sympathy. ‘Will he enjoy it Mrs. Flaherty, Mummy said that he will like being down here.’

‘He will ter be sure. We are gonna take him places he’s never been.’

‘Oh, yes. I like new stuff.’ Declared Deborah.

‘What is it you are going ...

... to do Mrs. Flaherty?’ asked Rachel.

‘Its like this little bird, men have areas that we can be gentle with and make them all excited, and men have other areas where we don’t need to be so gentle and will turn them into volcanos. Usually, we let that volcano blow up, but when we don’t let that happen it is so delicious, so delightful that the man is tortured.’

‘Tortured? that sounds awful’ replied Rachel.

‘Ah, now it’s not that now. You know what it like to come huh? You know that sweet feeling when you go over the top?’

Rachel looked puzzled and then smiled. ‘I remember Mrs. Flaherty.’

‘Well, we are going to take him to the top and keep him there, then back him down before he goes over. Now, that doesn’t sound too bad now?’

‘Sounds bloody fantastic,’ Replied Deborah ‘Shall we get on with it?’

‘You two girls have already started by the looks of it.’ Mrs. Flaherty nodded toward Gary’s enlarged portion which had, over the course of the conversation began to fatten again, although without the internal structure to make it self supporting.

‘’Oh, that must mean he’s looking forward to your treatment Mrs. Flaherty.’ Stated Rachel.

‘No, it just means he’s a dirty little devil, young Barton.’ Mrs, Flaherty positioned herself between Gary’s widened legs and poured some light coloured oil onto the inside of each of his exposed inner thighs. ‘and we need to work some of that out of him.’ She placed her hands over the oil and pressed them down firmly, making his ...