Then I pushed her so she was bent over the sofa and I got behind her and spit in my hand and worked the saliva all over my cock. Then I pulled up her...mini-skirt over her ass and pulled her panties down as far as I could. "You can finger fuck your own pussy bitch. I'm gonna fuck you up the ass." "Oh no! No not there!" "You think you have a choice….that's funny shit baby." I said as I kneeled behind her and positioned my cock against her asshole. "NO! DON'T!" She yelled, "Please! . As I felt the first full spray of my fluid pass through my shaft, I felt her gag reflex finally coming into play. Without intending to, my hips moved upward in my own reflex as a second jet of fluid burned its way through me and I heard her cough and wretch. She fell off me and with panic I twisted to face her, seeking to at last come to her aid even as the last spasms of my loins sprayed her and the bed with what I could not control. I grabbed the sheet and wiped my fluids away from her face. Yelping out fake orgasms... the whole nineyards. I got good at it. Anything to get the bastards off asquickly as possible. It's almost routine, now. I'd show up at aparty and immediately attract all sorts of attention. I'd gulpdown a couple of quick drinks to deaden my senses and, over thecourse of the evening, any number of guys would slip their armover my shoulder and lead me into a bedroom or bathroom orwhatever. Sometimes they'd be satisfied with a blowjob - I'dkneel down before them. I decided to wear a short skit and shirt that exposed my stomach to try and remind Ryan of all the skin he saw earlier. The evening passed as it normally does with all of us having dinner, and then sitting down in front of the TV. My parents sat on the couch together while Ryan and I sat opposite of each other in chairs. Small smiles passed between Ryan and I throughout the evening and my mom took notice. My dad got up and headed to the kitchen to make a bowl of popcorn. As he walked past me I.