"Wha's tha'?" she asked."What's what?" asked Ralph."Wha's a coo'ed beer pissing contest?" Do you really want to know?" Yeah! I wan' know!"He leaned cl...ser to her again. "It's where a bunch of couples, guys and girls, compete to see who can piss the most beer into a pitcher. Each guy gets tied down on his back onto a long narrow padded plank and they stick a plastic pipe over his wiener and into a pitcher. Each girl then sits on her guy's head with her pee-hole over his mouth. She then has to. If they were turned, what the hell was she supposed to do?Nina spoke first, a look of concern that seemed sincere enough creeping across her face.“Hey Jessie, are you okay? You-you look pretty run down.”Jessie eased up slightly.“I’m fine,” she said.“Did your, um, problem get worked out?” Emmy said.Jessie remembered the night she had spent on the floor of Nina and Emmy’s dorm room. That night had been one of the most confusing and anxious nights for her, only to be bested the day after by a long. Some sacrifices must be made. If it helps calm them down to play their adolescent games, what is the harm in that?Apparently, the secret mental communication among girls had spread the word and each girl who came to the door after that seemed to be reading from some kind of script. Who was I to question the secret rites of early womanhood if it helped calm their fears? If they wanted to toy with me, I was their boy.The next girl had either started the day commando or had risked toppling the. " I reply. "Thanks I need someone to day that. Can I ask you something personal. " Stephanie asks. "Yeah sure why not" I replied. "Well here it goes. My mom said when you and her had sex when she was 13 you were very gentle. Would you fuck me like that. I want to see what sex feels like. " Stephanie says to me. " I don't think that would be a good idea since I am your mom's boyfriend. " I say back." But she won't be home for at least an hour. Please I am so horny since you told me I was.