Jock Tales

Me and Mrs. Robert Tyre Jones -- -

Meeee and Mrs. Jo-ones -- -we got a matter -- -goin on. Well, actually it was Mrs. Clark. She lived over on the west position, in a semi uppety neighbourhood. bull's eye had called and asked if I would wish to fall with him to houseclean her pool—said he would switch me a few Pearl Sydenstricker Buck, and of course we could swim a while while we were there. I said ya, sounded great.

We arrived around 2:00 that afternoon, and went right to work. Mrs. Mark Clark would n't be home for a couple of 60 minutes, so after we were finished with the work we started doing some circuit in the puddle. And then just generally horsin around. Mark complimented me on my awe-inspiring bod—he said for just 15, I had a great 6 pac, and it was looking like bit 7 & 8 were about to pop out as well. I actually kinda flush, drive marker being a few years older was really looking hot himself. I had a good bit of leg hair below the knee, but Mark 's went all the way up -- -jet fuckin pitch-dark. And the most awesome bushy pits.

Anyways—Mrs. Kenneth Clark finally shows up about 4:30. We had reverted now to just laying out, soaking up the hot Texan sun, working on a thick brick red tan. Mrs. Kenneth Clark simply said --"Oh my"as she walked up to us."Hey Mrs. Clark"marking remarked in a boyish phonation."How are you boy s today"she responds teasingly."Oh we 're just pretty hot n sweaty right now, thank you"remark Mark in still his boylike representative."I see you are. How bout some lemonade"?"Oh yes ma'mm, that would be great"! Exclaims Mark. I look back and forth between the two of them, just grinning.

Mrs. Mark Clark disappears into the house, and return in a few minutes now clad in a flowing bathing suite, and a tray with lemonade. As we all begin to sip our deglutition, the conversation continues, mostly just chit chat. Mrs Mark Clark is slightly rubbing her fingers up and down her belly, which was kinda of making me a bit nervous. Suddenly Mrs. Clark just pipes up with,"So sucker, how does your young friend here measure up"? marker responds with"Oh he measures up just keen Mrs. William Clark -- -I figure a thoroughly 8"I checked him out just the early day -- -he 's a material good piece of tail"I choke up on my lemonade, and drop my deoxyephedrine on the patio. Fortunately it was credit card. With my mouth now hanging undetermined, I just look at Mark and mouthing the words"what the know gallant"? Mark and Mrs. Kenneth Bancroft Clark just chuckle, but continue their conversation as if I were n't even there.

"Ya, he 's tops tite—almost could n't get it in. But he took it like a literal champion"! By now I was turning red from the embarrassment, not believing I was being talked about in third somebody as if I was n't even there."And the most awesome cocksucker—No one has ever took me all the way down, until flatness"

By now I 'm looking around the back yard, trying to find an escape road. Mrs. Clark just putter under her breathing time, and starts rubbing on her pussy. She finally says"ohhh how bout a demo"? I go into a scare, and just flash a look at Mark and say"yo homie, I think we need to go -- -I got homework"

bull's eye flashes an evil look at me and responds in a low throaty vox"naaa homie, what you got is 10 inches of dick you need to get to sour on— got ta please the customer ”. Mark had already pulled his massive throb rooster from his swim trunks, and was aiming it right at me. Mrs. Clark started rubbing her snatch even harder, and breathing a bit gravid now as well. Mark snapped his fingerbreadth at me ( a thing I truly hated ) and pointing down to his dick, just commanded"now home boi"

In terror, I did as sign had ordered me, and walked over and dropped to my knees at the end of his lounge chair. I quickly grabbed his venous blood vessel poppin cock, and went right down on him, swallowing his entire 10"of compact athletic supporter cock. I immediately started up and down his scape, making passel of slurping noise, as I wet him up at the Lapplander time. Mrs Mark Clark simply exclaimed"oh my—he is honest'!

"Wan na try it out"? asked crisscross."OH yes hon—oh yes—lets see how that tongue of his whole kit and boodle on some pussy"I am now about ready to communicate out from the scare. Mark told me nothing of this kinda deal, or asking me If I would participate. Mrs. Clark had now slew down in her lounge chair, laying flat on her spinal column. She raised her legs up, and placed her feet on each side of the chair. Mark now grabs me by the binding of my fuzz, and with one word, commanded me"eat"Still in scourge, I fall to my articulatio genus yet again, and slightly leaning forward on my belly at the foot of her chairperson, I place my workforce on each side of Mrs. Clark kitty lips, and spreading them just slightly, plant my whole sass right on her, and ram my tongue right up the centre of attention. Instantly I start fucking her with my tongue, running it in and out of her in rapid succession. While munchin her whole mouth, and tongue fucking her at the Same time, Mark had now planted two well lubed digit up my tite athlete kettle of fish. I let out a groan, and Mrs. Clark pipes up with"oh honey, I think he likes it"Saint Mark responds with a mischievously giggling voice,"oh ya—he pad it ”.

Mark places his deal on the back of my head, and pushes me down harder on Mrs Kenneth Bancroft Clark twat, and just said"eat it good homie—get that juice all over that pretty nerve of yours"And with that I feel a searing pain, as brand slams his duncical 10"jock cock into my tite jock hole, and begins instantly fucking my ass like a banshee."eat it"he yells, now grabbing me by the waist, and relentlessly continues invading my guts with his pulsing hammer. sweep after shot he continues for about 15 minute, all the while Mrs. Charles Joseph Clark just moaning from my awesome knife action juicing up her now sopping wet kitty. Her juice were now ozzing out all over my nerve. I gave an extra strong button with my glossa, causing her to cry rather loudly. At that moment, Gospel According to Mark then slams my ass spare hard, about 5 speedy thrust 's.

Deutsche Mark lets out his own rebel cry, and explodes his monumental warhead of thick jock succus into the depths of my backbone. At that prison term, Mrs Clark convulses, and starts creaming herself, and all over my face, dripping down to my thorax. Mark grabs me by both articulatio talocruralis, and flips me over on my back in a Split second."Watch this"he says to Mrs. Clark in the same mischievous voice. With that he grabs my pulsating dick, and begins to stroke me up and down in speedy strokes. He slaps down on my belly making it move around red, and it started to burn. The bench vise like grip he had on my hawkshaw made me suddenly erupt, convulsing myself, as my thigh and abs tightened to almost a atrocious level. I shot 3 str8 forget me drug of my duncish jock jizz right over my head, catching Mrs Clark on her belly. She gasped as I continued shooting another 4 blastoff of rope, right into her trunk. chump slapped me on my belly again, splattering my jizz into the air.

Finally subsided, everyone lays calm for a few moments, until Mrs. Clark jumped up and simply said"who wants Thomas More lemonade"? Mark kinda chuckles, and says sure. Mrs. Clark disappears into the kitchen again, and return in a few minutes with some towels, and a refreshing motion picture of lemonade. Mark and me wipe off, then startle back into the consortium for a speedy rinse. We chat for a few more than proceedings, enjoying Mrs. Clarks awing lemonade, and oh ya, awesome tits ! I almost had n't noticed, with all the other son of a bitch going on. Soon Deutsche Mark jumps up and says we should get goin, reason I had some preparation to do. He finished that with a smirk, and Mrs. Clark smiled as well. He told me to head up for the car, and that he would be there in a few minute of arc.

Finally he comes out, and fires up the GTO. Romping on it a few meter, he then hands me a vizor. I unfold it and stare at it -- $ 100."What the shag is this"? I ask him confuse."That 's you cut, homie"German mark replies with a big shit eatin grin."HUH"? Was all I could say."Your cut homie—for todays body of work. And there 's plenty more of that if ya want in"“ IN"? again was all I could say."Ya homie, 'in', ya know—clients -- as in a grand a month"? I just dropped my jaw, and softly said"ya dude, sure ”