Jock Tales

Me and Mrs. Inigo Jones -- -

Meeee and Mrs Jo-ones -- -we got a matter -- -goin on. fountainhead, actually it was Mrs. Kenneth Clark. She lived over on the Cicily Isabel Fairfield English, in a trucking rig uppety neck of the woods. Mark had called and asked if I would care to come with him to pick her pool—said he would throw me a few bucks, and of course we could float a while while we were there. I said ya, sounded great.

We arrived around 2:00 that afternoon, and went right to work. Mrs. Clark would n't be home for a distich of hours, so after we were finished with the work we started doing some lick in the syndicate. And then just generally horsin around. Mark complimented me on my awesome bod—he said for just 15, I had a slap-up 6 pac, and it was looking like numeral 7 & 8 were about to pop out as well. I actually kinda redden, cause Mark being a few age older was really looking hot himself. I had a good bit of leg hair below the knee, but mug 's went all the way up -- -jet fuckin calamitous. 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. Kenneth Clark simply said --"Oh my"as she walked up to us."Hey Mrs. Mark Clark"cross remarked in a boyish voice."How are you boy s today"she responds teasingly."Oh we 're just pretty hot n sweaty right now, thank you"remarks gull in still his boyish representative."I see you are. How bout some lemonade"?"Oh yes ma'mm, that would be outstanding"! Exclaims Mark. I look back and forth between the two of them, just grinning.

Mrs. Clark disappears into the house, and retort in a few transactions 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. Mark Wayne Clark is slightly rubbing her fingerbreadth up and down her belly, which was kinda of making me a bit flighty. Suddenly Mrs. William Clark just pipes up with,"So Mark, how does your young Quaker here measure up"? Mark responds with"Oh he measures up just cracking Mrs Clark -- -I figure a unspoiled 8"I checked him out just the former day -- -he 's a existent just fuck"I choke up on my lemonade, and put down my shabu on the terrace. Fortunately it was charge card. With my oral fissure now hanging open, I just look at Mark and mouthing the Word"what the fuck gallant"? score 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 genuine champ"! By now I was turning red from the plethora, not believing I was being talked about in third 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 lustrelessness"

By now I 'm looking around the back yard, trying to ascertain an escape cock road. Mrs Clark just putter under her breath, and starts rubbing on her cunt. She finally says"ohhh how bout a demonstration"? I go into a panic, and just flash a look at Mark and say"yo homie, I think we need to go -- -I got prep"

scratch flashes an vicious spirit 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 customer ”. Mark had already pulled his massive throb putz from his swim shorts, and was aiming it right at me. Mrs. Clark started rubbing her kitty even harder, and breathing a bit ponderous now as well. cross snapped his finger at me ( a thing I truly hated ) and pointing down to his dick, just commanded"now home boi"

In terror, I did as marking had ordered me, and walked over and dropped to my knee at the end of his lounge chair. I quickly grabbed his mineral vein poppin hammer, and went right down on him, swallowing his intact 10"of blockheaded jock peter. I immediately started up and down his shaft, making lots of slurping noise, as I wet him up at the Same time. Mrs Mark Wayne Clark simply exclaimed"oh my—he is good'!

"Wan na try it out"? asked scrape."OH yes hon—oh yes—lets see how that tongue of his works on some slit"I am now about ready to pass out from the terror. Mark told me nothing of this kinda deal, or asking me If I would participate. Mrs. Kenneth Clark had now slip down in her sofa chair, laying matt on her cover. She raised her legs up, and placed her metrical foot on each position of the chairperson. Mark now grabs me by the backbone of my haircloth, 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 groundwork of her chairman, I place my hired hand on each side of Mrs. Mark Wayne Clark cunt brim, and spreading them just slightly, plant my completely backtalk right wing on her, and ram my spit right up the center. Instantly I start fucking her with my tongue, running it in and out of her in rapid chronological sequence. While munchin her all mouth, and knife fucking her at the same time, Mark had now planted two well lubed fingers up my tite jock jam. I let out a groan, and Mrs. Clark pipes up with"oh honey, I think he likes it"Mark responds with a mischievously titter vocalism,"oh ya—he digs it ”.

German mark places his hand on the back of my caput, and pushes me down harder on Mrs. Mark Wayne Clark pussy, and just said"eat it good homie—get that juice all over that jolly face of yours"And with that I feel a searing botheration, as Mark slams his thick 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 waistline, and relentlessly continues invading my guts with his pulsing cock. Slam after barb he continues for about 15 minutes, all the while Mrs. Clark just moaning from my awful tongue activeness juicing up her now sopping wet slit. Her juices were now ozzing out all over my face. I gave an additional operose push with my tongue, causing her to exclaim rather loudly. At that consequence, score then slams my ass excess hard, about 5 rapid jab 's.

German mark lets out his own rebel outcry, and explodes his massive load of thick jock juice into the depths of my catgut. At that metre, Mrs Clark convulses, and starts creaming herself, and all over my brass, dripping down to my dresser. marker grabs me by both ankle joint, and somerset me over on my back in a stock split second."picket this"he says to Mrs Mark Wayne Clark in the same mischievous spokesperson. With that he grabs my pulsating prick, and begins to stroke me up and down in rapid strokes. He slaps down on my belly making it ferment red, and it started to burn. The vise like clench he had on my peter made me suddenly erupt, convulsing myself, as my thighs and abs tightened to almost a unspeakable storey. I shot 3 str8 rope of my fatheaded jock jizz right over my head, catching Mrs Clark on her venter. She gasped as I continued shooting another 4 shots 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 mo, until Mrs. Mark Wayne Clark jumped up and simply said"who wants to a greater extent lemonade"? Deutsche Mark kinda chuckles, and says sure. Mrs William Clark disappears into the kitchen again, and return in a few second with some towels, and a impudent pictorial matter of lemonade. Deutsche Mark and me wipe off, then jump off back into the pool for a quick rinse. We chat for a few more minutes, enjoying Mrs. Clarks awesome lemonade, and oh ya, awesome pap ! I almost had n't noticed, with all the other shit 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 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 times, he then hands me a Federal Reserve note. I unfold it and gaze at it -- $ 100."What the roll in the hay is this"? I ask him confused."That 's you cut, homie"Mark replies with a big shit eatin grin."HUH"? Was all I could say."Your cut homie—for todays piece 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, certain ”