jock Tales

Me and Mrs. Casey Jones -- -

Meeee and Mrs Jo-ones -- -we got a thing -- -goin on. Well, actually it was Mrs. Kenneth Bancroft Clark. She lived over on the west side, in a articulated lorry uppety vicinity. Deutsche Mark had called and asked if I would care to come with him to strip her pool—said he would throw me a few dollar, and of course we could drown a while while we were there. I said ya, sounded great.

We arrived around 2:00 that afternoon, and went right to act. Mrs. Mark Clark would n't be home for a brace of minute, so after we were finished with the study we started doing some laps in the kitty. And then just generally horsin around. Mark complimented me on my awesome bod—he said for just 15, I had a great 6 pac, and it was looking like routine 7 & 8 were about to pop out as well. I actually kinda redden, case chump being a few years older was really looking hot himself. I had a good bit of leg hair below the knees, but Mark 's went all the way up -- -jet fuckin pitch blackness. And the most awesome 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 deep brick red tan. Mrs William Clark simply said --"Oh my"as she walked up to us."Hey Mrs. Kenneth Clark"Mark remarked in a schoolboyish representative."How are you boy s today"she responds teasingly."Oh we 're just pretty hot n sweaty right now, thank you"remarks Mark in still his boylike voice."I see you are. How bout some lemonade"?"Oh yes ma'mm, that would be smashing"! Exclaims sucker. I look back and forth between the two of them, just grinning.

Mrs Clark disappears into the house, and return in a few proceedings 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 belly, which was kinda of making me a bit nervous. Suddenly Mrs Kenneth Bancroft Clark just pipes up with,"So Mark, how does your Thomas Young friend here measure up"? scratch responds with"Oh he measures up just peachy Mrs Clark -- -I material body a good 8"I checked him out just the other day -- -he 's a genuine trade good ass"I choke up on my lemonade, and miss my glass on the patio. Fortunately it was formative. With my mouthpiece now hanging open, I just look at Mark and mouthing the words"what the ass beau"? Mark and Mrs. Clark just chuckle, 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 actual champ"! By now I was turning red from the embarrassment, not believing I was being talked about in third person as if I was n't even there."And the most awe-inspiring cocksucker—No one has ever took me all the way down, until Matt"

By now I 'm looking around the back thou, trying to find an escape road. Mrs. Charles Joseph Clark just putter under her breathing place, and starts rubbing on her pussy. She finally says"ohhh how bout a demonstration"? I go into a panic, and just blink a flavor at Mark and say"yo homie, I think we need to go -- -I got homework"

mark flashes an evilness look at me and responds in a low throaty voice"naaa homie, what you got is 10 inches of dick you need to get to work on— got ta please the client ”. Deutsche Mark had already pulled his massive throbbing cock from his swim shorts, and was aiming it right at me. Mrs. Clark started rubbing her pussy even harder, and breathing a bit impenetrable now as well. Mark snapped his fingers 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 knees at the end of his lounge hot seat. I quickly grabbed his vein poppin cock, and went right down on him, swallowing his intact 10"of thick supporter cock. I immediately started up and down his light beam, making muckle of slurping racket, as I wet him up at the same time. Mrs. Clark simply exclaimed"oh my—he is unspoilt'!

"Wan na try it out"? asked fall guy."OH yes hon—oh yes—lets see how that tongue of his piece of work on some snatch"I am now about set to pass out from the panic. sucker told me zilch of this kinda flock, or asking me If I would participate. Mrs Mark Wayne Clark had now slew down in her lounge chair, laying flat on her book binding. She raised her legs up, and placed her animal foot on each side of the chairman. Mark now grabs me by the spinal column 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 foot of her chair, I place my hands on each side of Mrs Kenneth Bancroft Clark pussy lips, and spreading them just slightly, plant my whole oral cavity rightfield on her, and ram my tongue right up the centre. Instantly I start fucking her with my tongue, running it in and out of her in rapid taking over. While munchin her all mouth, and tongue fucking her at the same sentence, Gospel According to Mark had now planted two well lubed fingerbreadth up my tite jock hole. I let out a groan, and Mrs Clark pipes up with"oh honey, I think he likes it"print responds with a mischievously giggling voice,"oh ya—he dig it ”.

Mark places his hand on the backbone of my psyche, and pushes me down harder on Mrs. William Clark twat, and just said"eat it good homie—get that succus all over that pretty face of yours"And with that I feel a searing annoyance, as Mark slams his duncish 10"supporter hammer into my tite jock pickle, and begins instantly fucking my ass like a banshee."eat it"he yells, now grabbing me by the waistline, and relentlessly continues invading my guts with his pulsing stopcock. gibe after slam he continues for about 15 minute of arc, all the patch Mrs Clark just moaning from my awing tongue action juicing up her now sopping wet slit. Her juices were now ozzing out all over my cheek. I gave an extra severely push with my tongue, causing her to exclaim rather loudly. At that moment, target then slams my ass extra hard, about 5 rapid thrust 's.

Mark lets out his own rebel yell, and explodes his monumental burden of thick jock juice into the profundity of my guts. At that time, Mrs. Clark convulses, and starts creaming herself, and all over my font, dripping down to my chest. cross grabs me by both ankles, and flips me over on my backrest in a split second."picket this"he says to Mrs. Clark in the Saami mischievous voice. With that he grabs my pulsating cock, and begins to stroke me up and down in rapid fortuity. He slaps down on my belly making it work red, and it started to cauterize. The vise like grip he had on my dick made me suddenly erupt, convulsing myself, as my second joint and abs tightened to almost a atrocious layer. I shot 3 str8 roach of my thick jock jizz right over my head, catching Mrs Charles Joseph Clark on her belly. She gasped as I continued shooting another 4 shots of R-2, right into her torso. fall guy 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 more lemonade"? Mark kinda chortle, and says sure. Mrs. Clark disappears into the kitchen again, and issue in a few minutes with some towels, and a fresh picture of lemonade. Mark and me wipe off, then jump back into the pool for a promptly rinse. We chat for a few more proceedings, enjoying Mrs. Mark Wayne Clark awe-inspiring lemonade, and oh ya, awesome mamilla ! I almost had n't noticed, with all the former son of a bitch 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. Joe Clark smiled as well. He told me to head for the car, and that he would be there in a few transactions.

Finally he comes out, and fires up the GTO. Romping on it a few sentence, he then hands me a bill. I unfold it and stare at it -- $ 100."What the fuck is this"? I ask him confused."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 oeuvre. And there 's mint to a greater extent 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, sure ”