Jock fib

Me and Mrs. Jones -- -

Meeee and Mrs. Jo-ones -- -we got a affair -- -goin on. Well, actually it was Mrs. William Clark. She lived over on the west English, in a semi uppety neighborhood. Mark had called and asked if I would care to come with him to clean house 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 good afternoon, and went right to work on. Mrs. Kenneth Clark would n't be home for a duad 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 great 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 year older was really looking hot himself. I had a honest bit of leg pilus below the knees, but Mark 's went all the way up -- -jet fuckin contraband. And the most awesome bushy pits.

Anyways—Mrs. Mark Wayne 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. William Clark"Mark 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 marker in still his boyish voice."I see you are. How bout some lemonade"?"Oh yes ma'mm, that would be majuscule"! Exclaims Mark. I look back and forth between the two of them, just grinning.

Mrs. Clark disappears into the house, and return in a few min 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. Kenneth Clark is slightly rubbing her finger's breadth up and down her venter, which was kinda of making me a bit nervous. Suddenly Mrs. Mark Wayne Clark just pipes up with,"So German mark, how does your young friend here measure up"? Mark responds with"Oh he measures up just great Mrs. Clark -- -I figure a good 8"I checked him out just the early day -- -he 's a real good shag"I choke up on my lemonade, and miss my glass on the patio. Fortunately it was charge plate. With my mouth now hanging open, I just look at Mark and mouthing the word"what the fuck fellow"? Mark and Mrs. Clark just chuckle, but continue their conversation as if I were n't even there.

"Ya, he 's first-rate tite—almost could n't get it in. But he took it like a tangible title-holder"! 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 awesome cocksucker—No one has ever took me all the way down, until lusterlessness"

By now I 'm looking around the back yard, trying to find an escape road. Mrs. Joe Clark just putters under her breath, and starts rubbing on her pussy. She finally says"ohhh how bout a presentation"? I go into a scare, and just show off a look at home run and say"yo homie, I think we need to go -- -I got homework"

mark flashes an wickedness look at me and responds in a low throaty representative"naaa homie, what you got is 10 column inch of dick you need to get to work on— got ta delight the client ”. Mark had already pulled his massive throbbing prick from his swimming shorts, and was aiming it right at me. Mrs. Clark started rubbing her pussy even harder, and breathing a bit intemperate 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 brat, I did as bell ringer had ordered me, and walked over and dropped to my knees at the end of his lounge chair. I quickly grabbed his vein poppin shaft, and went right down on him, swallowing his entire 10"of thick jock rooster. I immediately started up and down his shaft, making loads of slurping interference, as I wet him up at the same metre. Mrs Clark simply exclaimed"oh my—he is good'!

"Wan na try it out"? asked gull."OH yes hon—oh yes—lets see how that natural language of his works on some pussy"I am now about ready to pass out from the affright. target told me aught of this kinda deal, or asking me If I would participate. Mrs. Clark had now slew down in her waiting room chair, laying flatbed on her spine. She raised her legs up, and placed her feet on each side of the chair. Mark now grabs me by the back of my hair, and with one word, commanded me"eat"Still in brat, I fall to my stifle yet again, and slightly leaning forward on my belly at the groundwork of her chair, I place my hands on each side of Mrs. Clarks snatch lips, and spreading them just slightly, plant my unscathed backtalk right on her, and ram my tongue right up the heart. Instantly I start fucking her with my tongue, running it in and out of her in rapid succession. While munchin her unit mouth, and spit fucking her at the same time, stain had now planted two well lube digit up my tite athlete hole. I let out a groan, and Mrs. Clark pipes up with"oh honey, I think he likes it"marker responds with a mischievously giggling interpreter,"oh ya—he digs it ”.

Mark places his manus on the back of my head, and thrust me down harder on Mrs. Kenneth Bancroft Clark pussy, and just said"eat it proficient homie—get that juice all over that jolly face of yours"And with that I feel a searing pain, as Mark slams his thick 10"athletic supporter stopcock into my tite jock hollow, and begins instantly fucking my ass like a banshie."eat it"he yells, now grabbing me by the waist, 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 awesome lingua action juicing up her now sopping wet kitty. Her juices were now ozzing out all over my face. I gave an additional hard push with my clapper, causing her to proclaim rather loudly. At that here and now, Mark then slams my ass extra hard, about 5 rapid thrust 's.

Mark lets out his own rebel outcry, and explodes his monolithic load of thick suspensor juice into the profoundness of my grit. At that time, Mrs. Clark convulses, and starts creaming herself, and all over my face, dripping down to my chest. marking grabs me by both ankle, and somersaulting me over on my book binding in a tear second."sentinel this"he says to Mrs Clark in the same impish phonation. With that he snaffle my pulsating dick, and begins to stroke me up and down in rapid CVA. He slaps down on my belly making it work red, and it started to cauterise. The vise like grip he had on my peter made me suddenly erupt, convulsing myself, as my second joint and abs tightened to almost a afflictive degree. I shot 3 str8 ropes of my thick jock jizz right over my head, catching Mrs. Clark on her belly. She gasped as I continued shooting another 4 pellet of rope, right into her torso. Mark slapped me on my belly again, splattering my jizz into the air.

Finally subsided, everyone lays calm for a few moment, until Mrs. Clark jumped up and simply said"who wants Thomas More lemonade"? chump kinda chuckle, and says sure. Mrs. Clark disappears into the kitchen again, and tax return in a few transactions with some towels, and a clean movie of lemonade. sign and me wipe off, then skip back into the pocket billiards for a warm rinse. We chat for a few more than minutes, enjoying Mrs. Kenneth Clark awesome lemonade, and oh ya, awesome mamilla ! I almost had n't noticed, with all the other shit going on. Soon marker jumps up and says we should get goin, suit 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 vizor. I unfold it and stare at it -- $ 100."What the ass is this"? I ask him disordered."That 's you cut, homie"Mark replies with a big diddly-shit eatin grin."HUH"? Was all I could say."Your cut homie—for todays body 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 fashion plate, indisputable ”