1. Gardening at Mrs Chesters ch 4


    Date: 10/2/2017, Categories: Voyeur, Author: schoolmrs, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    asked smiling he chubby cheeks folding in pleasure. She looked him up and down. He was impressed by the cut of his trousers. “Been for any rides recently?” She wasn’t really that interested of course. Actually she was busy thinking how much she would like to ride him, or at least inspect his bike more closely. She was surprised why she hadn’t noticed him in earlier years, but what she had now registered of Jonathan’s fit young body so far, she definitely wanted to see more. “Yes a few,” he replied vaguely. “Sorry but I really must visit the gents,” he added and moved away quickly. Jonathan was now standing facing the back wall of the WC. Sleeves rolled up again to keep them clear of any splashes, tie off, eyes closed. His right hand was pumping his penis, left hand cupping and squeezing his balls, snagged on their underside by the zip teeth. He was thinking hard about Dorothy. If she could see him now, would she be impressed or bored by someone his age? Then he remembered the sausage roles and the way she had made them. He wondered if their resemblance to the male anatomy had been deliberate, or just accidental on her part. He reached down and cinched Dorothy’s wristwatch strap to the final and felt the swollen head surge bigger and with that the tight and fast moving ...
    foreskin eased back on its own with a series of compulsive twitches. It was a combination of the constriction of the leather strap, but mostly the fact that it was Mrs. Chesters and had only recently been round her wrist suddenly made him feel very big indeed. It really turned him on. Then, as he was about reach his climax, he released the grip of his fingers and lent forward hard against the wall in front of him. He cried out as he felt his balls move on their own, his muscles contracting repeatedly against the leather and around his groin. Moments later rich, white, wet, gooey spunk, exploded from his tip. The first jet hit the wall. The second hit the wall. The third hit the wall. The fourth hit the wall as did the fifth, and sixth. With the slim, leather strap biting into his flesh at each jerk, it just made him harder, each time. Then in a few seconds he felt the pressure ease and the next two globs went in to the toilet bowl. He stopped and leant back against the door. He gasped in relief. ‘God that was good,’ he said to himself. A sticky string of his emissions, about a foot long now swayed gently, from the tip of his cock, but he was too exhausted to do anything about it. He wondered what would happen, could happen, when he was next working at the Chesters. End of pt 4
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