The name calling, the thumps and blows. I endured a few years of that, simply not understanding why it was happening. Despite this, I went on playing...with the girls. Hopskotch, wall flowers (a singing game with very girly dance movements). But the bullying increased in intensity and I saw the only way out as trying to conform to male gender conditioning. At grammar school, with no girls to play with, I decided to butch up. The bullying stopped. I played rugby and hated it but saw it as a way. "Ooh, poor boy," she pouted, and then walked to the edge. She held the suit up over the water as if she were about to drop it. I should have known better. "Not!" she cried then turned and went into the house."Allison!"She returned to the glass door a second later but my suit was nowhere to be seen. The door opened and a towel landed about two feet from the edge of the pool. Then she turned and was gone. Not trusting her, I waited for a few seconds to see what would happen, then swam over to. While she rubbed the pink, I fucked the stink. My cock was in her tight asshole, and I pounded away. This must have turned her on, because as I worked away, she was rubbing her pussy faster, screaming that she wanted to cum We didn't care if the other party goers heard us. As far as I was concerned, they could all go fuck themselves...or each other. In was living my Xena fantasy. Jess was trying to catch her breath, and I could tell she needed a break. I pulled my cock out of her ass. I laid. One of them reached out to it like it was a snapping turtle that would bite and started rubbing it with soap. I figured maybe this was the one I didn't fuck last night, or else why would she be so tenuous, as if she was touching one for the first time. Or maybe she hadn't really had a chance to see it last night and was fascinated by it in the daylight. She kept gingerly washing my knob as if it would attack her at any second. I clamped my larger hand around hers, closing it over the shaft.