MasukI wondered if it was karma for using the whistle on me like I was a dog when I was in the pool during teatime. I found the red metal whistle with its red cord of authority on the kitchen counter. I did not think twice and pocketed it. I thought of rubbing my cock over it but then decided to just throw it away. Tommy was right. Mia was acting like a real bitch toward me.I walked to the corner where I trimmed the shrubs. The naughty rascal from earlier sneaked up on his dad from behind, and then suddenly pulled a pair of purple panties over his father’s head, to the utter shock of his wife. The father jumped up, pulling the panties off, and then tripped and fell. It was indeed a time of karma.In the corner, I looked around, saw nobody, and using the whistle and cord like a slingshot, I sent it flying over the fence. It felt good. I kept myself busy with various tasks like scanning the area for trash until lunchtime.I realized that I did not see Mrs Walker after she devoured the ice c
I got busy trimming the shrubs. Soon, I was sweating, and I took my shirt off. I worked the big shears, trying my best. I was never good at trimming plants, but nobody really bothered anyway. I did not have big muscles, but I was slender and toned. I worked the shears, and leaves, twigs and petals flew in all directions.I kept working until it was teatime. I did not go and make tea or coffee, but instead, I jumped into the pool. Only the lifeguards were allowed to swim whenever they wanted to. Guys like me were only allowed to take a dip during teatime or lunchtime, unless I had to get into the pool to perform maintenance, like retrieving trash. Before William was employed as a lifeguard we could swim whenever we wanted to, as long as we did our work, but William was Mia’s senior, and he made changes to take away some of the privileges of the general workers. He told us in our nay-blue attire that we needed to know our places.“I wondered where you were,” I heard Mrs Walker’s voice s
“Eugene! Come here!” Mia called me when I was done mopping the floors and again on my way to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee.“Ethan,” I sighed.“We were in the same high school remember?”“I think so, why?”“That old hag there with her ass in the sun. Is she not Mrs Walker?”“Yes, yes, she is.”“Ugh, I hated her. Always so prim and proper, and always handing out extra homework. If the class could see her now!” and she giggled.I simply shrugged, because I suddenly realized, that if there were a competition for the best ass between Mrs Walker and Mia, it was not a certainty that Mia would win! At least, not in my mind.“I bet her pale ass is going to burn red like a ripe tomato,” Mia smirked. “That would be karma hitting her for dishing out all the homework.”“I must go and clean the staff kitchen,” I said and walked away. I stole a glance at Mrs Walker in the prone position on her towel, with her legs spread. A genuinely great ass. Her head rested on her arms. Mia was righ
I was twenty-four years old, and I worked at the public pool. My work attire consisted of navy-blue swimming trunks, a navy-blue shirt with my name, Ethan Brown, printed in white on the left side of it, a navy-blue cap and flip-flops. I was not a lifeguard. My duties ranged from emptying the trashcans, mowing the lawns, and cleaning the bathrooms, to unlocking the entrance gate in the mornings and locking up at night. Two lifeguards worked in shifts. William Green was an arrogant nineteen-year-old with a sculpted body. The other lifeguard was Mia Thompson.Mia was a tall, curvy babe in her early twenties. When she was on duty, her long dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, revealing the sharp features of her pretty face. Her friendly eyes scanned the pool, taking in the activity around her with a calm and watchful gaze. When she walked around the pool, her hips swayed gently, drawing attention from many admiring onlookers. She was a good swimmer with strong and toned arms.
“Before?” Claire dropped her hands back in her lap.Lila slid her hands down and started rubbing herself as she faced Claire.Tara climbed on the couch and pushed Max back. “You’re not giving the orders here, pretty boy. We’re taking that virginity like she should have a long time ago.”“Is this really happening?” Claire squeaked.“Yes.” Max breathed the word out. Lila wasn’t sure if he was saying it to them or himself.Tara crawled across the couch on her hands and knees before lowering her face into his lap. He was so sprung that she didn’t even have to hold his cock up to get it into her mouth. She did have to relax her jaw and throat to swallow most of his fat, virgin cock.His eyes rolled back in his head and Lila expected him to shoot off down Tara’s throat at any moment. He wasn’t acting anymore. His head was back on the sofa and he had no idea Claire was even in the room anymore.Lila figured she better get in on it quick before he was done.Claire whispered. “Max.”The sound
After Lila led him into the room, Max sat down on the sofa and looked around the space. He wore blue slacks, brown loafers, and had a deep tan. His hair looked wet from all the product holding the curls in a wavy place. He looked good, but seeing him in person dressed in his conservative clothes made her believe he actually was a virgin.Lila started to have doubts about the plan.“Where is Claire?” he asked.“Tara is bringing her up.”“Where is everyone else?”Lila swallowed and then said, “That is part of the surprise.”“You guys didn’t do much decorating.”Lila put her hands on her hips and heaved out her chest as she stood over him. “I’m part of the decorations, Max.”He looked up at her. Lila could tell he was having trouble keeping his eyes off her tits. This was going to be easier than she thought. Lila pulled her skirt up past her knees.“What are you doing?” His voice broke in the middle of his sentence.“Claire has a surprise for you. And Tara and I are part of it.”“What do







