Jock Tales

Me and Mrs. Jones -- -

Meeee and Mrs. Jo-ones -- -we got a thing -- -goin on. fountainhead, actually it was Mrs Mark Clark. She lived over on the W face, in a trailer truck uppety neighborhood. Mark had called and asked if I would wish to come with him to clean her pool—said he would throw me a few buck, and of course we could swim a while while we were there. I said ya, sounded outstanding.

We arrived around 2:00 that afternoon, and went right to work. Mrs. Clark would n't be home for a couple of hours, so after we were finished with the work we started doing some laps in the pool. And then just generally horsin around. stain complimented me on my awesome bod—he said for just 15, I had a big 6 pac, and it was looking like numbers racket 7 & 8 were about to pop out as well. I actually kinda blush, cause Mark being a few years older was really looking hot himself. I had a right bit of leg fuzz below the genu, but Mark 's went all the way up -- -jet fuckin black. And the most amazing bushy pits.

Anyways—Mrs. Clark finally shows up about 4:30. We had reverted now to just laying out, soaking up the hot Texan sun, working on a rich brick red tan. Mrs. Clark simply said --"Oh my"as she walked up to us."Hey Mrs. Clark"Mark remarked in a boylike voice."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 boyish voice."I see you are. How bout some lemonade"?"Oh yes ma'mm, that would be great"! Exclaims target. I look back and forth between the two of them, just grinning.

Mrs. Kenneth Bancroft 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 drinks, the conversation continues, mostly just chit chat. Mrs Clark is slightly rubbing her fingers up and down her venter, which was kinda of making me a bit spooky. Suddenly Mrs. Clark just pipes up with,"So Mark, how does your Danton True Young friend here measure up"? marking responds with"Oh he measures up just dandy Mrs. Mark Wayne Clark -- -I figure a ripe 8"I checked him out just the former day -- -he 's a real good fuck"I choke up on my lemonade, and unload my looking glass on the patio. Fortunately it was plastic. With my oral fissure now hanging afford, I just look at Mark and mouthing the words"what the fuck swell"? scrape and Mrs. Clark just chortle, but continue their conversation as if I were n't even there.

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

By now I 'm looking around the back railway yard, trying to find an escape route. Mrs Charles Joseph Clark just putters under her hint, and starts rubbing on her pussy. She finally says"ohhh how bout a demonstration"? I go into a affright, and just flash a look at print and say"yo homie, I think we need to go -- -I got homework"

Mark flashes an evil look at me and responds in a low throaty voice"naaa homie, what you got is 10 column inch of dick you need to get to lick on— got ta please the customer ”. Saint Mark had already pulled his massive throbbing cock from his swim shortstop, and was aiming it right at me. Mrs. Kenneth Clark started rubbing her kitty-cat even harder, and breathing a bit hard now as well. marker snapped his finger at me ( a matter I truly hated ) and pointing down to his dick, just commanded"now home boi"

In terror, I did as crisscross had ordered me, and walked over and dropped to my knees at the end of his lounge chairperson. I quickly grabbed his venous blood vessel poppin pecker, and went right down on him, swallowing his intact 10"of dense athlete cock. I immediately started up and down his shaft, making lots of slurping stochasticity, as I wet him up at the Saame time. Mrs Clark simply exclaimed"oh my—he is good'!

"Wan na try it out"? asked grade."OH yes hon—oh yes—lets see how that tongue of his workings on some pussy"I am now about cook to legislate out from the affright. Mark told me zip of this kinda raft, or asking me If I would participate. Mrs. Mark Clark had now slide down in her sofa chair, laying matte on her book binding. She raised her legs up, and placed her feet on each position of the hot seat. Saint Mark now grabs me by the backbone of my hair's-breadth, and with one word, commanded me"eat"Still in affright, I fall to my human knee yet again, and slightly leaning forward on my belly at the foot of her death chair, I place my hands on each side of meat of Mrs. Clarks twat lips, and spreading them just slightly, works my whole sassing right on her, and ram my natural language right up the center. Instantly I start fucking her with my tongue, running it in and out of her in rapid succession. While munchin her whole mouth, and knife fucking her at the same time, Mark had now planted two well lubed fingers up my tite jock hole. I let out a moan, and Mrs. Clark pipes up with"oh honey, I think he likes it"Mark responds with a mischievously giggling spokesperson,"oh ya—he digs it ”.

fall guy places his hand on the back of my head, and pushes me down harder on Mrs. Kenneth Bancroft Clark pussy, and just said"eat it good homie—get that juice all over that pretty typeface of yours"And with that I feel a searing pain, as Mark slams his thick 10"jock cock into my tite athletic supporter cakehole, and begins instantly fucking my ass like a banshee."eat it"he yells, now grabbing me by the waistline, and relentlessly continues invading my bowel with his pulsing peter. shot after slam he continues for about 15 minute, all the spell Mrs. Clark just moaning from my awesome knife action juicing up her now sopping wet snatch. Her juice were now ozzing out all over my face. I gave an extra severe push with my glossa, causing her to proclaim rather loudly. At that moment, Mark then slams my ass extra hard, about 5 speedy knife thrust 's.

Mark lets out his own Reb outcry, and explodes his massive loading of thick jock juice into the astuteness of my guts. At that sentence, Mrs Clark convulses, and starts creaming herself, and all over my cheek, dripping down to my chest. Mark grabs me by both ankles, and flips me over on my cover in a split bit."Watch this"he says to Mrs. Clark in the Lapplander arch vox. With that he snaffle my pulsating shaft, and begins to stroke me up and down in rapid strokes. He slaps down on my belly making it turn red, and it started to burn. The vise like grip he had on my hawkshaw made me suddenly erupt, convulsing myself, as my thighs and abs tightened to almost a awful horizontal surface. I shot 3 str8 ropes of my thick jock jizz right over my promontory, catching Mrs. Clark on her belly. She gasped as I continued shooting another 4 shooter of Mexican valium, right into her torso. Mark slapped me on my belly again, splattering my jizz into the air.

Finally subsided, everyone lays calm air for a few moments, until Mrs Clark jumped up and simply said"who wants more lemonade"? Mark kinda chuckle, and says sure. Mrs. Clark disappears into the kitchen again, and getting even in a few minutes with some towels, and a fresh picture of lemonade. mug and me wipe off, then jump back into the pool for a quick rinse. We chat for a few more arcminute, enjoying Mrs. Clarks awesome lemonade, and oh ya, awing titmouse ! I almost had n't noticed, with all the former diddlysquat going on. Soon Mark jumps up and says we should get goin, cause I had some homework to do. He finished that with a smirk, and Mrs. Clark smiled as well. He told me to point for the car, and that he would be there in a few minutes.

Finally he comes out, and fires up the GTO. Romping on it a few times, he then hands me a bill. I unfold it and gaze at it -- $ 100."What the fuck is this"? I ask him mixed-up."That 's you cut, homie"Mark replies with a big shit eatin smile."HUH"? Was all I could say."Your cut homie—for todays work. And there 's tidy sum 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 calendar month"? I just dropped my jaw, and softly said"ya dude, indisputable ”