I grunted heavily, breathing rapidly, sweat forming on my chest, as I forgot all about rhythm and pacing and went full out rabbit mode on Melissa. Sl...mming my hips in to her again and again, trying to cum as fast as possible, or drive my dick through her stomach, which ever came first. Melissa, to her credit, loved it. I felt her hand clawing at my balls and her clit, working the swollen love button, bodily shivering with every one of my thrusts. Suddenly we had slipped in to a race to. On one occasion, we were standing outside of the main building waiting for the entertainment to begin when one of our friends, Roger, suddenly announced that his dick was broken.“What do you mean broken?” I asked.“It don’t work no more,” he said in his Southern accent. “I can’t get it hard today.”“Oh, really?” Kathleen said with a raised eyebrow.“Uh-oh,” I told Roger. “I think you just issued a challenge.”Kathleen sauntered toward him and crouched at his feet. She unzipped his fly, pulled out. And your Aunt Luna. Among others. I was just held back by the whole business of social conventions and taboos, but no more. What would my parents say to this?” I chuckled as I recalled that Mom had once complained to Dad that she found Steph’s clothing a bit too revealing.“Knowing them, they wouldn’t be too thrilled, but that’s their problem. They’ll soften up gradually once they meet the grandchildren, won’t they? Parents usually do. Besides, they’re not crazy fundies, just Greek Orthodox. Then the talk turned to sex, a subject Beth knew little or nothing about. Though she was 26, she had only had sex a couple times and was not comfortable with it. Either having sex or talking about it. She quietly sipped her drink, a Strawberry Daquiri and tried to laugh but was getting nervous even embarrassed.The girls were talking about the size of their boyfriends or husband peniss' and laughing. Some laughed about how small their man was down there. Beth wanted to get up and leave but,.