Jock Tales

Me and Mrs. John Luther Jones -- -

Meeee and Mrs. Jo-ones -- -we got a thing -- -goin on. Well, actually it was Mrs. Clark. She lived over on the Benjamin West slope, in a semi uppety neighborhood. Mark had called and asked if I would like to come up with him to clean her pool—said he would throw me a few sawbuck, and of grade we could float a patch while we were there. I said ya, sounded with child.

We arrived around 2:00 that afternoon, and went right to solve. Mrs Joe Clark would n't be home for a dyad of 60 minutes, so after we were finished with the work we started doing some lap covering in the pool. And then just generally horsin around. fool complimented me on my awing bod—he said for just 15, I had a with child 6 pac, and it was looking like numbers 7 & 8 were about to pop out as well. I actually kinda blush, cause Mark being a few twelvemonth older was really looking hot himself. I had a good bit of leg pilus below the human knee, but Mark 's went all the way up -- -jet fuckin black. And the most awe-inspiring bushy pits.

Anyways—Mrs. Mark Clark finally shows up about 4:30. We had reverted now to just laying out, soaking up the hot Texan sun, working on a cryptical brick red tan. Mrs. Clark simply said --"Oh my"as she walked up to us."Hey Mrs Clark"Mark remarked in a boyish vox."How are you boy s today"she responds teasingly."Oh we 're just pretty hot n sweaty right now, thank you"input home run in still his boyish articulation."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. Clark disappears into the star sign, and return in a few moment now clad in a flowing washup suite, and a tray with lemonade. As we all begin to sip our drinks, the conversation continues, mostly just chit chat. Mrs. Charles Joseph Clark is slightly rubbing her fingers up and down her venter, which was kinda of making me a bit neural. Suddenly Mrs Clark just pipes up with,"So target, how does your young friend here measure up"? chump responds with"Oh he measures up just great Mrs. William Clark -- -I figure a good 8"I checked him out just the former day -- -he 's a real skillful fuck"I choke up on my lemonade, and drop my glass on the patio. Fortunately it was fictile. With my mouth now hanging open, I just look at Mark and mouthing the password"what the make out buster"? soft touch and Mrs. Clark just chortle, but continue their conversation as if I were n't even there.

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

By now I 'm looking around the back one thousand, trying to encounter an escape route. Mrs. Clark just putter under her breathing space, and starts rubbing on her kitty. She finally says"ohhh how bout a presentment"? I go into a panic, and just ostentate a flavour at Mark 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 part"naaa homie, what you got is 10 inch of dick you need to get to work on— got ta please the customer ”. crisscross had already pulled his massive throb cock from his swim shorts, and was aiming it right at me. Mrs. Mark Clark started rubbing her twat even harder, and breathing a bit backbreaking now as well. Gospel According to 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 Mark had ordered me, and walked over and dropped to my genu at the end of his lounge chair. I quickly grabbed his vein poppin cock, and went right down on him, swallowing his entire 10"of thick jock cock. I immediately started up and down his irradiation, making mickle of slurping stochasticity, as I wet him up at the same metre. Mrs. Clark simply exclaimed"oh my—he is proficient'!

"Wan na try it out"? asked crisscross."OH yes hon—oh yes—lets see how that knife of his plant on some twat"I am now about ready to pass out from the scare. Mark told me nothing of this kinda stack, or asking me If I would participate. Mrs Clark had now slid down in her lounge electric chair, laying flat on her back. She raised her legs up, and placed her feet on each side of the professorship. Mark now grabs me by the dorsum of my hair, and with one word, commanded me"eat"Still in terror, I fall to my knees yet again, and slightly leaning forward on my belly at the fundament of her chair, I place my hands on each side of Mrs. Clarks pussy mouth, and spreading them just slightly, plant my whole rima oris right on her, and ram my clapper right up the plaza. Instantly I start fucking her with my lingua, running it in and out of her in rapid succession. While munchin her whole sassing, and tongue 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. William Clark pipes up with"oh honey, I think he likes it"Mark responds with a mischievously titter voice,"oh ya—he digs it ”.

Gospel According to Mark places his paw on the back of my head teacher, and button me down harder on Mrs. Clarks pussy, and just said"eat it respectable homie—get that juice all over that pretty grimace of yours"And with that I feel a searing pain in the neck, as Mark slams his buddy-buddy 10"jock shaft 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 prick. Slam after slam he continues for about 15 minutes, all the spell Mrs. Mark Wayne Clark just moaning from my awesome tongue activity juicing up her now sopping wet pussycat. Her succus were now ozzing out all over my facial expression. I gave an extra operose push with my tongue, causing her to cry rather loudly. At that here and now, print then slams my ass surplus hard, about 5 rapid push 's.

Mark lets out his own rebel yell, and explodes his massive cargo of fatheaded jock juice into the profundity of my catgut. At that time, Mrs Clark convulses, and starts creaming herself, and all over my face, dripping down to my chest. Mark grabs me by both ankle joint, and flip me over on my back in a split second."Watch this"he says to Mrs. William Clark in the Sami puckish vox. With that he grabs my pulsating shaft, and begins to stroke me up and down in rapid stroking. He slaps down on my belly making it sour red, and it started to burn. The vise like grip he had on my dick made me suddenly erupt, convulsing myself, as my thigh and abs tightened to almost a painful level. I shot 3 str8 rope of my fatheaded jock jizz right over my head, catching Mrs. Clark on her paunch. She gasped as I continued shooting another 4 nip of rope, 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 import, until Mrs Clark jumped up and simply said"who wants More lemonade"? Mark kinda chuckle, and says sure. Mrs. Mark Clark disappears into the kitchen again, and return in a few minute with some towels, and a impudent picture of lemonade. Mark and me wipe off, then jump back into the pool for a quick rinse. We chat for a few more instant, enjoying Mrs. Kenneth Clark awesome lemonade, and oh ya, awesome mammilla ! I almost had n't noticed, with all the former shit going on. Soon marker jumps up and says we should get goin, movement I had some homework to do. He finished that with a smirk, and Mrs. Kenneth Bancroft Clark smiled as well. He told me to head 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 clock time, he then hands me a measure. I unfold it and stare at it -- $ 100."What the fuck is this"? I ask him confused."That 's you cut, homie"stain replies with a big crap eatin grin."HUH"? Was all I could say."Your cut homie—for todays 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 piano a month"? I just dropped my jaw, and softly said"ya dude, sure ”