The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 1

... gasometer.

Gary increased his pace, his thoughts turning to the Barton’s and he pictured them both, sharing their tits with his eager mouth, he didn’t take long to come to an end and leant back as he prematurely churned his newly minted spunk deep into Tracey’s already occupied womb.

In her turn, Tracey screamed and shrieked and tried to have as convincing an orgasm as she possibly could as she accepted his cum. She was glad that this little arrangement was coming to an end. But on the whole it had been nice.

Gary disengaged and lay back panting on the bed, his glistening penis slowly softening. Tracey took her opportunity to spread her face over his ripped chest. She would finish herself later thinking about it.

‘Bloody hell lass, I needed that I tell yer.'

‘Mmm.' Tracey oozed convincingly. ‘It’s a shame that’s it, in’t it.' She referred to the forthcoming honourable discharge of her husband from the army. He was Gary’s half brother and comrade.

This reality left the pair in silence for a while. Gary had begun to notice the little fatness that had gathered around Tracey’s belly. She was three months pregnant and had definitely satisfied the strange increase in libido that this brought, but they both knew that the careful assignations would have to stop. They both lit cigarettes.

‘It’s still another three bloody weeks till he’s out.' Gary was frustrated.

‘Aye, but I need to get ready for him. He’ll bloody tell if things are wrong,' Tracey ...

... replied.

You could say Darren and Gary had never met, in the same way that you could say that a pair of brothers had never met. They had lived next door to each other when they were toddlers, boys and young men and they were lucky enough to have bought adjoining houses in their home village. It was only when they had reached adulthood that his father confessed the truth, that he was father to both. Darren had a job lined up with the family firm. If it were not for this one monumental indiscretion, life would have been sweet.

The pair sat silently smoking for a while before Tracey spoke. ‘So, she’s got big tits; what else’s she like?’

‘Yer ladyship?’ Gary slowly considered his new client. ‘She seems a bit soft to me. No bloody regard for money I can tell yer. Me Dad’s gonner have a fit when he sees how much I charged her,' he suppressed a laugh, 'Its all overtime mind, so I can get away with it, I reckon.'

He stroked Tracey’s hair. ‘What’s she like though.'

‘Short, flirty, plumpish, wears tons of make-up. Make you feel better?’

Tracey registered this and then slapped him firmly on the chest. ’I’m not jealous yer big lump.' She settled back into his thin pelt. ‘Bit worried to be honest, from what I’ve heard.'

‘Aye? What’s that then?’ he had pricked up his ears.

‘Well, I bumped into that Mrs. Abel in’t shop this morning. She said she had seen your van going up int’a Grange just then when she wa’ walking down hill wi’ dogs.' Gary wasn’t that dim to know exactly what ...