****** The Summer Custodian by Me4unu ******
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The Summer Custodian


Clint Flakely took a job this summer at the new women's country club in the
suburbs of town. He got laid off from the GM parts plant in the late spring and
was lucky to find work. At the country club, Clint was the grounds keeper and
general custodian. He sometimes was allowed to sub-contract help, but mainly,
he was the man. This club catered to older women. Rarely would you find anyone
younger than 46 years of age. These women enjoyed the subtle nuances of
crochet, mini-golf, shuffle board, board games, tennis, water sports, and other
assorted activities. It was like a Club Med for seniors and soon-to-be seniors.

Some women were very attractive for their age. You could say they aged well.
Where some very older women understandably were frail of body, some actually
defied the laws and retained incredible youthful curves. Ones which gave good
ole' Clint a lot of boners. He was 35 himself, and a very private pervert. It
took him little time to figure out the best times to enjoy voyeuristic
activities. Often, he would go into the boiler room, adjacent to the showers,
and peek through cracks he made to watch the women shower. He found older women
to be a real turn on, especially when they flirted with him. Some
affectionately called Clint "pooh bear". He enjoyed that. It was characteristic
of his potbelly and hairy legs. Yeah, those ladies loved him in his tan, Old
Navy shorts with cargo pockets. The picture was complete with a light yellow
polo shirt, with the crest of the club embroidered on the left breast pocket.

One afternoon, Clint decided to try out his new holes he drilled above the
ladies room, and above all 14 stalls. There were 4 such bathrooms through out
the complex. He often crawled into the vents above to listen in. However, this
was the first time he decided to drill holes for viewing pleasure. Enough of
the radio stuff, time for television!

The crawl space was cramped, but luckily he was able to get around without a
sound. Peering down, he saw Betty Ranze and Matilda Chambers enter, chatting
away. Surprisingly, these women openly spoke about not waiting to sit on the
toilet and really needing to unload. These women were probably 49 and 59
respectively. Clint positioned himself so he could stroke his cock while they
sat in adjacent stalls, still chatting. As Matilda spoke, she audibly strained
and cut the air with a fierce bleeting fart. Betty just chatted away as if
there was nothing unusual about the sound. This extremely aroused Clint. Then,
Betty let out a few smaller bleets; seemingly not to be outdone. Clint was
starting to get a good rhythm with his back and forth motions. He whispered to
himself how he wished he could be kneeling in front of them and smelling the
dirty aromas. Almost simultaneously, Betty and Matilda began dropping theirs
loads of shit. The water in the toilet splashed wildly. Clint was now in
Heaven. When Matilda went to wipe, she actually stood up and checked her
squares each time. The first wipe yielded thick smears. Clint was wishing she
had used his face. The more she wiped, the less smears showed up until she was
squeaky clean after 6 separate wipes. Betty sighed a big relief, and began to
talk about Clint as she wiped. His ears picked up intently as she made comments
of how cute he was. She confessed that she often thinks of him kissing her; and
fondling her like a treasure. Her ex-husband never adored her as a sex object,
but in her fantasy, Clint did. In fact, while wiping, she asked Matilda if she
ever thought about having sex with him. Matilda replied that he could actually
be her son, but she would do him. Matilda flushed and left her stall while
Betty finished up. Clint began to get a sore, red cock in his hands; not to
mention a cramped right hand. Betty continued talking about her fantasy and
touched on foreplay. She often thought about Clint's tongue caressing her tits
and clit. That drew shivers up Clint's spine to hear that testimony. Continuing
further, Betty asked what it would be like to have Clint rim her. Matilda
wasn't sure what was meant and politely asked. Betty explained it might be nice
to let him lick their asses. Matida's reply was nonchalant at first. Then she
readily agreed it would provide sexual gratification. Clint blew his load
against the vent walls and scurried off.

Two weeks later, after some intense voyeur action, Clint came across Betty in
the lobby. She asked if he could host a party at the club next Tuesday evening.
He always liked to jump at the opportunity for overtime. She explained that he
would help serve hors d'oeuvres, alcohol, and other things. However, she wanted
him to wear a Speedo bunny suit. Clint had to think about that last request. As
he did, Betty gave him puppy dog eyes and a kiss on the cheek. He broke down
and said ok. She then replied that he wouldn't regret it.

Tuesday came. Clint showed up at 6:30PM to help prepare everything for a 7:35PM
start. He met with Betty, Abigail, Carla, Maggie, and Margaret. The women were
a riot. They had already drunk themselves to a mild high before he showed up.
When presented with the outfit, Clint found the trunks to be exceedingly
skimpy, and just a pair of bunny ears on a headband. He put them on. And too
the girls' delight, Clint looked like he needed 2 sizes up. They were almost
like thongs. Within 15 minutes, partygoers started trickling in. By 8:00, the
party was in full swing, and everyone was motioning for the waiter/bunny to
bring them a drink. He often got pinched on the butt. Clint had no idea that
wasn't the only surprise they had in store for him.

Around 8:25 or so, Maggie came up to Clint and asked if he could help her in
the kitchen. There seemed to be a leak under the sink. He obliged and followed
her in. As he climbed under, he felt a pinch and a shove. The cabinet doors
closed and it became dark. The only light coming in was from the hole above,
where the basin drain should be connected. However, the drain fixture was
pulled away. Soon enough, he saw ass cheeks cover the hole. He couldn't believe
what was about to happen. Without a single word, he puckered his lips and
tongued the ass crack. It definitely was Maggie, because she moaned in agony
and whispered for him to lick deeper. As Clint obliged, she let out a
staggering fart. It was very smelly. Maggie's ass was extremely soft to the
touch. She wiggled slightly as his tongue danced about the rim of the crack,
then in and out. Abruptly, Maggie got up and said she thinks he fixed the leak.
Clint took this "code speak" to mean don't talk about what just happened
directly; or at all. He climbed out of the cabinet and followed her back into
the party. Some were a little annoyed that Clint wasn't around serving drinks
and finger foods; especially Betty.

It was considered rude on Clint's part to be missing so long. Betty wanted to
give a few words privately in the pantry. Once alone with Clint, she pushed him
to his knees and scolded him. Then, he was told to pull her thick stockings
down and rub her "spider veined" ass. Clint obliged like little boy. Without a
word, Betty hiked up her skirt and bent over; thrusting her ass into his face.
Again, there was a level of unspoken understanding that Clint was to honor. He
caressed her ass, and played in her crack with his nose. Ultimately, he began a
deeply intensive rimming. Betty's legs went frail as she gyrated in a steady
rhythm. She had a nice sized caboose that quietly enjoyed any rimming it could
get. She grunted softly and Clint felt her anus open up. A turd began to slide
past his working tongue, and reach into his opening maw. This was a test.
Should he mention his displeasure? Should he immediately push her off? He
decided to continue as her willing slave. At the pinch off, Betty released a
sloppy fart. Her grunt's sounded weightier as she cut loose. Finally, she
whispered that was enough, it was time he gave the rest of the guest's their
turns.

After 8 minutes of freshening up, Clint was presented with a door he hadn't
seen which lead next to the basement door. Somehow, this door was cleverly
hidden behind partitions and never disclosed to him when he was hired as the
custodian. This door lead to a room directly beneath one of the women's
bathrooms. It looked like an outhouse, but was clearly inside the complex. Most
likely another room he didn't know about. Betty explained to him that they
really liked him better than their other summer custodians. HE was a very
willing participant. She and Maggie were his testers and he passed with flying
colors. That meant he was going to get triple his summer salary along with a
healthy bonus. Of course, that was pending his final task: toilet urchin.
Clint's mouth fell to the floor. Betty was take aback. She thought he finally
was showing a moment of disgust. To the contrary, Clint explained he was in
euphoric bliss by the offer and emphatically asked when does he begin. She
showed him the trap door to all the stalls, and told him to only pick one. He
picked the sixth, and she helped him sit in the seat, which propped him up to
the toilet seat. As he got comfortable, Betty bid him goodbye for the night.

It was only a ten-minute wait before his first patron opened the creaky
bathroom door. She was an unfamiliar guest who looked about 60. Her long
flowing white hair made her look regal. She was quiet and barely peeked into
the throne she was about to sit on. Clint smirked a bit. She looked very sweet
and feminine, high rouged cheeks, and a button nose. She kept her back to the
seat as she pulled her skirt down, and then her hosiery. In the act of sitting,
she let out a small poot, and even said excuse me. Clint chuckled to himself.
No one needs to say that in the bathroom. His face was only a few centimeters
away from her ass. After 15 seconds, she unleashed a steady golden stream upon
his face. More gas was released. Then the beginnings of a skinny turd made its
way out. It curled on expulsion; always twisting and spiraling as it descended
downward to his face. Upon landing, Clint valiantly tried to fish for it with
his tongue. The bulk of the turd smeared across his lips. He watched as hr anus
gasped for air while pinching of the tendrils. He was able to grab his cock
with delight as she told him she was finished, now clean up. Squirming and
angling is head closer, Clint sucked and licked her crack with abandon. She
dressed herself, thanked him and left.

Within 2 minutes, the next guest appeared. She too was unfamiliar, and bit
heavier set. She looked about 55 or so. She peered down into the bowl and spoke
to Clint. She was actually condescending. He was told that she had a lot of
gas, and wanted a nice soothing tongue to probe her ass real good. With that
remark, she promptly turned, pulled her 42 waist pants down, and sealed the
bowl like a crypt keeper. Not only was it very dark now for Clint, he was also
trapped with only the methane escaping from her ass. He tried to lick her good,
but found he was distracted and uncomfortable by the lack of air she provided.
This angered the rubenesque lady and she strained hard. This created a series
of point-blank farts on his face. The odor was maddening, Clint felt faint. To
revive him, a trickle of diarrhea splattered upon his face. She was able to
reach her hand in and grab the back of his head. With a slight laughter, she
plowed his face and nose into her crack, and satisfied her goal of cleanliness
by wiping back and forth vigorously. Luckily, she was through with Clint rather
quickly.

The next guest was Matilda. He couldn't wait for her to sit. She told him she
had a lot of shit to unload. As soon as she sat, the chunks were flying. She
ate a lot of fruit and fiber to ensure healthy bowel movements. Clint's mouth
was full of thick logs. The odor was heavenly. He was either going to throw up,
or block the feeling and get through it. Matilda was pretty messy too. She
enjoyed placing her crack right over Clint's mouth and letting her moist farts
get swallowed. When her symphony of sounds were finally done, she bid him to
clean her thoroughly. She deplored stained panties. He did as he was told, and
thanked her for the treats she fed him.

The toilet usage went on for 4 more hours. Matilda amazingly did a repeat
performance in the third hour.

By the time the party was over, it was 3AM. Clint was ready to leave when he
was told the ladies needed to be studded. At that point, Clint smiled and
followed Betty to the lodging wing. He had a lot of work ahead of him.

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