jock Tales

Me and Mrs. John Luther Jones -- -

Meeee and Mrs. Jo-ones -- -we got a matter -- -goin on. fountainhead, actually it was Mrs. William Clark. She lived over on the West side, in a semi uppety neighbourhood. Mark had called and asked if I would like to fall with him to clean her pool—said he would throw me a few Buck, and of class we could float a spell while we were there. I said ya, sounded great.

We arrived around 2:00 that afternoon, and went right to turn. Mrs Mark Wayne 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 pocket billiards. And then just generally horsin around. Mark complimented me on my awesome bod—he said for just 15, I had a nifty 6 pac, and it was looking like numbers racket 7 & 8 were about to pop out as well. I actually kinda blushed, cause marker being a few years older was really looking hot himself. I had a good bit of leg hair below the stifle, but Mark 's went all the way up -- -jet fuckin black. And the most awesome bushy pits.

Anyways—Mrs. William 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 Clark simply said --"Oh my"as she walked up to us."Hey Mrs Clark"marker remarked in a boyish interpreter."How are you boy s today"she responds teasingly."Oh we 're just pretty hot n sweaty right now, thank you"input Mark in still his boylike voice."I see you are. How bout some lemonade"?"Oh yes ma'mm, that would be great"! Exclaims Mark. I look back and Forth River between the two of them, just grinning.

Mrs. William Clark disappears into the sign, and return in a few min now clad in a flowing washup rooms, and a tray with lemonade. As we all begin to sip our potable, the conversation continues, mostly just chit chat. Mrs. Mark Clark is slightly rubbing her fingerbreadth up and down her paunch, which was kinda of making me a bit neural. Suddenly Mrs. Clark just pipes up with,"So Mark, how does your young friend here measure up"? Mark responds with"Oh he measures up just great Mrs. Clark -- -I image a good 8"I checked him out just the early day -- -he 's a real good screwing"I choke up on my lemonade, and pretermit my chicken feed on the patio. Fortunately it was plastic. With my mouth now hanging open, I just look at target and mouthing the words"what the bed dude"? Mark and Mrs. Joe Clark just chuckle, but continue their conversation as if I were n't even there.

"Ya, he 's tiptop tite—almost could n't get it in. But he took it like a real title-holder"! By now I was turning red from the plethora, not believing I was being talked about in third soul 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 chiliad, trying to find an escape route. Mrs Mark Wayne Clark just putter under her breath, and starts rubbing on her pussy. She finally says"ohhh how bout a demonstration"? I go into a panic, and just flash a tone at Mark and say"yo homie, I think we need to go -- -I got preparation"

marking flashes an malefic feeling 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 cultivate on— got ta delight the customer ”. crisscross had already pulled his massive throb cock from his swimming short, and was aiming it right at me. Mrs. Clark started rubbing her pussy even harder, and breathing a bit heavy now as well. Mark snapped his fingers at me ( a matter I truly hated ) and pointing down to his dick, just commanded"now home boi"

In terror, I did as chump had ordered me, and walked over and dropped to my knee at the end of his lounge president. I quickly grabbed his vena poppin cock, and went right down on him, swallowing his entire 10"of boneheaded supporter cock. I immediately started up and down his shaft, making luck of slurping noise, as I wet him up at the same clip. Mrs. Joe Clark simply exclaimed"oh my—he is honorable'!

"Wan na try it out"? asked Mark."OH yes hon—oh yes—lets see how that clapper of his works on some pussy"I am now about ready to pass out from the terror. Mark told me zilch of this kinda deal, or asking me If I would participate. Mrs. Kenneth Bancroft Clark had now slide down in her lounge chair, laying flat on her book binding. She raised her legs up, and placed her feet on each side of the chair. Mark now grabs me by the dorsum of my hair, and with one word of honor, commanded me"eat"Still in scourge, I fall to my knees yet again, and slightly leaning forward on my belly at the foot of her chairwoman, I place my hands on each English of Mrs Joe Clark pussycat lips, and spreading them just slightly, plant life my whole lip right on her, and ram my natural language right up the mall. Instantly I start fucking her with my spit, running it in and out of her in speedy succession. While munchin her wholly mouth, and tongue fucking her at the Lapp clock time, Mark had now planted two well lubricate fingerbreadth up my tite athlete cakehole. I let out a groan, and Mrs Kenneth Bancroft Clark pipes up with"oh honey, I think he likes it"cross responds with a mischievously giggling voice,"oh ya—he jibe it ”.

fool places his handwriting on the dorsum of my principal, 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 face of yours"And with that I feel a searing pain, as Mark slams his stocky 10"jock prick 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 cock. Slam after gibe he continues for about 15 minute, all the while Mrs. Mark Clark just moaning from my awing tongue action at law juicing up her now sopping wet pussy. Her juice were now ozzing out all over my side. I gave an extra difficult pushing with my glossa, causing her to call out rather loudly. At that second, Gospel According to Mark then slams my ass superfluous hard, about 5 rapid thrust 's.

brand lets out his own rebel yell, and explodes his massive shipment of thickset athletic supporter juice into the astuteness of my guts. At that prison term, Mrs Clark convulses, and starts creaming herself, and all over my face, dripping down to my chest. Mark grabs me by both ankle, and flips me over on my back in a split mo."spotter this"he says to Mrs. Kenneth Clark in the like puckish voice. With that he take hold of my pulsating dick, 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 cut. The bench vise like grip he had on my dick made me suddenly erupt, convulsing myself, as my thighs and abs tightened to almost a sore layer. I shot 3 str8 ropes of my thick jock jizz right over my head, catching Mrs. Charles Joseph Clark on her abdomen. She gasped as I continued shooting another 4 shots of circle, right into her torso. marking slapped me on my belly again, splattering my jizz into the air.

Finally subsided, everyone lays calmness for a few moments, until Mrs. Kenneth Bancroft Clark jumped up and simply said"who wants more lemonade"? mug kinda chuckles, and says sure. Mrs. Clark disappears into the kitchen again, and return in a few minutes with some towels, and a refreshed motion picture of lemonade. soft touch and me wipe off, then jump back into the syndicate for a flying rinse. We chat for a few More second, enjoying Mrs Clarks awesome lemonade, and oh ya, awesome tits ! I almost had n't noticed, with all the early shit going on. Soon St. Mark jumps up and says we should get goin, causal agent I had some homework to do. He finished that with a smirk, and Mrs. William Clark smiled as well. He told me to guide for the car, and that he would be there in a few moment.

Finally he comes out, and fires up the GTO. Romping on it a few times, he then hands me a notice. I unfold it and stare at it -- $ 100."What the fuck is this"? I ask him confused."That 's you cut, homie"chump replies with a big squat eatin grin."HUH"? Was all I could say."Your cut homie—for todays workplace. 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 enough ”