” “Would you really?” he asked, a look of joy spreading across his boyish face. “Sure,” I replied with a warm little grin before sipping my ...coffee.It was at about that point the conversation that I began to entertain the notion of seducing him. Call it frustration, curiosity, hormones, a wicked mind, boredom or all of the above. Something about the way he looked that day, the graceful ease with which his hands moved when he gestured, the gentle rise and fall of his voice struck me as charming. I looked like a clogged toilet. Justin spit on me as i hungrily chewed his shit down my throat. The nasty waste warmed my cesspool stomach--as a fagslut, i had long ago discovered just how wonderful it felt to eat loads of shit. So natural, like i was born to do it.Justin recruited the other guys to spit on me as well. My eyes and face soon were covered in big gobs of thick spit from the men as i giggled and chewed down more and more of Justin’s shit. i was insatiable, high on the smell and. ” She looks at me shocked “What happened to discretion, my parents are only just upstairs,” She says. “We can hear them coming down the stairs a mile away; you know the noise they make.” “But I’m underage you know that,” came her reply. “Listen you love me right, and I love you, why shouldn’t we have sex it doesn’t matter if you’re underage as long as you love each other.” A glint enters her eyes. I can see the excitement as she warms to the idea. She pulls down her leggings and I run my hands. " I looked her askance."Rye?" I said."Yes," she said. Now, I did smile. Rye was hard to get except in the big town. It's the only whiskey I drank neat. Sometimes it seemed like nobody'd ever heard of it outside of the big city; and even then it was only me and Humphrey Bogart who ever ordered it. Anyway, I'd be getting' it tonight.We were just in time to have to wait thirty minutes for a table, but there were seats at the bar; we commandeered two of them and ordered; well, she ordered."Rye neat.