I take the hunt and push upward in her. in and out hitting the spot she loves hitting. She falls on her side and motions me to keep going. I feel as i... she having a stroke of some kind. Yet I pump her in and out. going out and right back in. I feel the juice she put off and its hot. Feels thick and so slippery. She finished and rolls on her back. Pulls me to her and pulls her legs upward. Athletic legs and always this way. She can tuck her heels behind her head, has done this many times.. Now he did suggest I do a couple of things which did require me to take my naked body over him which usually caused my dick to slide across his body. That was it. I gave up on Mark. He was not interested it appeared. One did have to be careful.By Christmas break, I had moved on. Still I hadn’t had sex with anyone. Yet this night when he got into the car, things were different. He was talking about gay sex. He said that every guy tries it once. It was Mark trying to score not me. After. .”Before I could even form a coherent answer, a vision walked into the entryway wearing a silk robe and, if my eyes weren’t playing tricks, not a thing else under it. She was maybe five foot five inches tall, and perhaps if you soaked her, she would be all of 125 pounds fully dressed. She had honey blond hair that was cut shoulder-length and pixie-like features that made her look almost like a woodcut of a fairy. At any moment, I fully expected her to vanish, or sprout wings.This vision walked. "Stroke that fat cock baby," Mark said to me. "Fucking cum on my cock!"He didn't have to ask twice, I started shooting my load all over his hands and belly and cock. While I was catching my breath, Mark lost his load.We were lying on the bed naked with our chests heaving when Mr. Jones yelled up for us to get downstairs. Mark and I wiped down and pulled on swimming trunks and t-shirts and clamored down the stairs. "Fill up the cooler with ice and sodas and some beers," Mr. Jones said. He had.