Sexy Fun Times/Work/School/Elementary/Janitor

You drive round behind the school and park in your own space by the boiler room. Once inside, you hang up your jacket and put a dust coat on, then you check the various gauges before setting off into the school proper. The kids haven’t arrived yet, so it’s pretty quiet; just the whirring of a floor polisher, the clang of a bucket and the murmuring voices the staff room.

The two cleaning ladies have been hard at work for an hour or so. Siobhan is in her forties, but still pretty fit looking and you stand and watch her ass as she works the machine from side to side in the corridor. As you walk past you give it a friendly slap; “morning Siobhan.”

“Morning Jack,” she says, straightening up. It’s warm in the school, so the cleaners don’t usually wear much underneath their overalls. Siobhan’s head barely comes up to your shoulder, so you can easily see the lacy black bra that’s keeping her ample tits under control.

Janice, the other cleaner, doesn’t get a slap; she’s a lesbian and made it perfectly clear that she has no interest in me or any other man.

The next couple of hours are busy; the kids arrive and disperse into their various classrooms, you have some tubes to change and one of the teachers needs a hand to rearrange the furniture, but by break time you are back in your hidey-hole with the morning paper and a coffee. After two years on the job, you have a really good setup here; anyone coming in through the steel-reinforced door, sees exactly what they would expect: a gas-fired furnace and a lot of pipes and valves; a big electrical consumer unit with a tray loaded with thick cables leading off into the school; instructions and safety notices on the painted block walls and some shelves and cupboards. Everything is neat and tidy.

There are doors on both sides: one leads to a passageway behind the toilets and showers where the cisterns and pipes are, and the other to your personal space. This was originally a storeroom and the door is always locked when you are not around; you have the only key.

There are no windows in this room and the light can either come from a pair of harsh overhead tubes, or a floor lamp standing beside a three-seater couch. There’s a kitchen unit along one wall with a sink and a draining board; a coffee machine stands on the work surface. On the wall opposite the couch, is a large flat-screen TV with a cabinet underneath containing a selection of DVDs and a player. The walls are painted block work, but the floor is covered with a soft rug.

You are lounging on the couch, reading the paper with your feet up; your boots left at the door. There’s a timid knock you reach for the remote control, press a button and a picture appears on the TV screen.

• It’s a first-grade boy
• It’s a third-grade girl

[[Category:Sexy Fun Times|As soon as the boy’s gone you pull your cock out and give it a few strokes. The memory of that cute little cock and his smooth bum would be enough, but you have a better idea. With your stiff cock still in your hand you walk across the boiler room through the door on the other side.

This leads to a long, narrow passageway; a large diameter waste pipe runs along the floor on one side, and above that a smaller water pipe. At waist height, there is a row of four toilet cisterns, followed by four pairs of vertical pipes that go through the wall at head height. Further down there is another pair of cisterns and for more pairs of pipes. The pipes feed the showers for the girls and boys shower rooms. Between the pipes is what looks like a window, and that’s the only source of light; apart from that, it’s pitch dark in the passageway.

I could hear the water running and I knew that the eighth grade girls had been playing hockey, so I head towards the “window” that looks out into the girls’ showers. On their side it looked like a mirror and on my side, if the lights were on, it would just look black; with my side dark and the lights on in the showers, I could see through the one-way glass as easily as if it was a shop window.

I was a bit late, and most of the girls had already left; in fact there were only two there and the sight of them instantly revived my wilting cock. Although they were empty showers the two ten-year-olds were sharing and it was pretty obvious that they’d been hanging back deliberately. At first I could only see their heads and shoulders, but then the shower automatically turned off they walked across to the bench on the other side.

If the original Lolita had looked as good as either of these two, I don’t think anyone could have blamed Humbert Humbert for what they did together. Their breasts were already beginning to grow; maybe half an orange that still with their tiny pink nipples

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[[Category:Sexy Fun Times|As soon as the boy’s gone you pull your cock out and give it a few strokes. The memory of that cute little cock and his smooth bum would be enough, but you have a better idea. With your stiff cock still in your hand you walk across the boiler room through the door on the other side.

This leads to a long, narrow passageway; a large diameter waste pipe runs along the floor on one side, and above that a smaller water pipe. At waist height, there is a row of four toilet cisterns, followed by four pairs of vertical pipes that go through the wall at head height. Further down there is another pair of cisterns and for more pairs of pipes. The pipes feed the showers for the girls and boys shower rooms. Between the pipes is what looks like a window, and that’s the only source of light; apart from that, it’s pitch dark in the passageway.

I could hear the water running and I knew that the eighth grade girls had been playing hockey, so I head towards the “window” that looks out into the girls’ showers. On their side it looked like a mirror and on my side, if the lights were on, it would just look black; with my side dark and the lights on in the showers, I could see through the one-way glass as easily as if it was a shop window.

I was a bit late, and most of the girls had already left; in fact there were only two there and the sight of them instantly revived my wilting cock. Although they were empty showers the two ten-year-olds were sharing and it was pretty obvious that they’d been hanging back deliberately. At first I could only see their heads and shoulders, but then the shower automatically turned off they walked across to the bench on the other side.

If the original Lolita had looked as good as either of these two, I don’t think anyone could have blamed Humbert Humbert for what they did together. Their breasts were already beginning to grow; maybe half an orange that still with their tiny pink nipples

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