TVR/Janet3/Garden

The next day is sunny, so you go out into the garden to read. You want to get your legs brown so pull your skirt up as high as you dare. You notice a bright blue beetle and you lay with your chin in your hands watching it climbing up a grass stalk.

"What are you looking at Miss Janet?" It's Mr Johnson and he makes you jump.

You roll over and look up at him. "Just a beetle. Are you going to mow the grass?"

"No Miss, I am going to prune some of the bushes at the end," he says and goes down to the far end of the garden, out of sight of the house. You can't help a grin at the bulge in his trousers and you guess it was because he was looking at your bare legs and you wonder what he's doing behind the shed.

Andrew flops down beside you and gives you a quick kiss.

“Did you like doing it with Susan,” you ask.

“Yes… But I like it with you more,” Andrew says.

You giggle. “You had to say that, didn’t you. What about what Jim did… When he put his cock in your bottom?”

“Yeah, well, the less said about that the better. I suppose that’s what queers do.” Andrew says. He sits up and takes his shirt off and you sit beside him, hugging your knees. Suddenly Mr Johnson appears - you had forgotten he was in the garden.

“Hello, kids. So you've been to visit my cousin Jim have you? And, from what I just heard, you both enjoyed the experience," he says.

“Are you going to tell Dad?" Andrew asks, his face going bright red.

“Well… That depends…"

He's talking to Andrew but looking at you. You squeeze your knees together but there is an obvious bulge in the front of his trousers.

“It depends on whether you can do something for me." He says, slowly, like he is dictating. You swallow. “What do you mean?"

Instead of replying, he unbuckles his belt and drop his trousers, exposing his semi-hard cock, starts stroking it and walks over to stand right in front of you.

“Come on then Missy. Let’s see if you can get it to stand up properly,” he says. You sit, frozen, looking at his cock. "If he tells dad what we've been doing, we'll probably get sent off to boarding school or a convent or something," you think. It's scary, but kind of exciting to see the gardener's big cock.

He takes hold of your hand and wraps your fingers around his shaft, which promptly swells up even more until it's pointing straight at your face.

“Good girl," he says. "Now let’s see how much you can get in your mouth.” Andrew is just sitting there watching and you can't see any way out of it, so you open your mouth and let him push the head inside. It's over in a few moments and he pulls it out just in time to squirt his spunk onto the grass. You feel totally humiliated as you scramble to your feet.

Mr Johnson says something about telling Dad if we tell anyone what he did, but you aren't listening. All you want to do is go upstairs and rinse your mouth out.

• In your bedroom