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Subject: {ASSM} RP: "Necrophiliac Pedophile 1" (b/g, M/g, 1st, pedo, snuff)
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This story is completely fictional, but it is a brief
descent into madness. Join me won't you?
NECROPHILIAC PEDOPHILE 1
I had a long-term relationship with the little fucking
cunt. I had a lot of time invested with that sweet
little girl, but did I ever try to touch her? No!
And this was the way she repaid me? She would pay all
right.
When Tiffany invited me over to her house after
school, I thought it was to be one of our typical
afternoons where we cuddled, watched TV and maybe I'd
get a sneaky peek or two. At the very least I'd get
to look at her 12-year-old ass and barely budding tits
through her tube top and cutoffs. I was content with
that, just smelling her hair and feeling her bare arms
cuddling around one of mine, her body pressed against
me. I never even hoped for more than that.
When I got there, there was a 12-year-old pimply-faced
boy there. She introduced him to me as her "new
boyfriend, Jeff", and me to him as "that old man I
told you about." I wasn't so much hurt by the words
as by the sneer in her voice when she said it.
They sat on the couch where she and I normally sat,
leaving me to sit on the love seat. She cuddled up
with him like she had done with me just two days
before, except there were definitely sexual overtones
in her cuddling this time.
I noticed that Tiffany had her hand on Jeff's upper
thigh. As I watched, she moved her hand higher up
Jeff's pants until it rested squarely on his crotch!
I saw the look of surprise on Jeff's face and watched
as his 12-year-old cock quickly pumped to full
erection under her hand. Then she started rubbing it
right in front of me!
"Jeff, I'm kind of cold," Tiffany said quickly.
"Could you take your jacket off so we can share it?"
She started pulling it off his shoulders.
Jeff looked even more surprised at this turn of
events, but wriggled out of his jacket. Tiffany laid
it over the front of the two of them. It covered them
from their shoulders to just below their crotches.
Immediately after that, I could tell that Tiffany was
rubbing Jeff's cock again by the look on Jeff's face.
I heard the sound of Jeff's pants being unzipped and
my surprise was coupled with a raging hard-on. Jeff
soon closed his eyes and his mouth hung open with his
tongue slightly sticking out.
There was a definite rise and fall of the jacket at
crotch level. Tiffany was jacking Jeff off right in
front of me! I looked at her and she was staring at
me with a weird, angry look on her face.
In less than 2 minutes Jeff came. His moans as he
ejaculated were more like shouts. There was nothing
subtle about it. The entire time, Tiffany was looking
at me with that same strange expression.
While Jeff was still regaining his breath, Tiffany
said to me, "Uh, Jeff and I have some studying to do.
I want you to go. Lock the door when you leave."
My cock wilted and I got up and left. I spent that
afternoon and night drinking and wondering why the
hell Tiffany had treated me like that, but I had even
bigger worries on my mind.
The next day, I had a doctor's appointment to get the
results of the tests they had been performing. I had
been having these increasingly frequent intense pains
in my abdomen. I wasn't shocked when the doctor
informed me that I had cancer, but I was not prepared
for what he told me next. The cancer was inoperable.
It had metastasized. They had found it in my bone
marrow. I had 3 to 6 months to live.
I left the hospital in a daze. Tiffany was the only
friend I had, so I stopped by the drug store where I
worked for a second, got a bottle of booze and drove
to a spot on Tiffany's route home from school. I
parked and waited for Tiffany to walk by. When she
did, she just ignored me and kept on walking.
I got out of the car. "Tiffany! What's wrong? Are
you mad at me for some reason?"
She turned around and with scorn in her voice said,
"Oh it's you. I would've thought you got the message
yesterday."
"Look Tiffany, I don't care about yesterday. I just
got some very bad news today and I need a friend to
talk to. I don't know why you're mad at me, but could
you just be my friend for another hour? After that
you'll never have to talk to me again if you don't
want to."
She softened just a little bit, "Okay." She got in my
car and we went to my house, which was just down the
street from where she lived.
When we got to my house and were seated, with me on
the couch and her on the love seat. I told her about
my having terminal cancer.
She replied, "Good. I'm glad you're going to die you
pervert! Jeff told me that the only reason a dirty
old man like you would hang around with a little girl
like me was because you want to fuck me!"
I was shocked, "Have I EVER touched you, let alone
tried to 'fuck' you?"
"It doesn't matter. Jeff told me that you probably go
home and jack off thinking about fucking me you filthy
pervert."
This of course was true, but I was enraged at being
accused of 'thought crimes'.
"I need a drink. Do you want a soda?"
"Sure, pervert."
While I was in the kitchen fixing myself a scotch and
pouring her favorite brand of orange soda into a glass
full of ice, I made my decision. I was boiling over
with rage at the way she was treating me just on the
words of a 12-year-old boy.
Being a pharmacologist, I knew exactly which drug
would end my life in the least unpleasant manner when
the pain from my cancer became unbearable. When I had
stopped by the drug store earlier, I secreted out
double the appropriate amount. I wanted to be sure.
I made up my mind right then and there that this
little fucking bitch, who was turning her back on a
year of platonic friendship in my time of need, was
going to die. What could they do to me? Sentence me
to life in prison? 3 to 6 months in a hospital ward?
The trial would take longer than that. Sentence me to
death? Lethal injection would be a blessing over the
agony I knew awaited me in just a few weeks or months.
I estimated the amount needed to kill her as a quarter
of the amount I had, then I realized that she might
not finish the entire soda. I dumped the entire
amount in. This particular drug had almost no taste.
I returned and handed her the glass of poison. She
took a long drink, almost enough to ensure death. I
then tried to plead my case with her.
"You admitted that I never touched you, right?"
She took another sip of poison and nodded her head.
"What if I had... Let's say that I tried to kiss you
a month ago. What would you have done?"
"I probably would have puked!" She took another sip
of poison.
"Is that really true? We've been really close for
over a year and there were times that you looked like
you wanted me to kiss you but I never did, did I?
Tell me the truth, did you ever think about kissing
me?"
Her eyes were starting to get a bit glassy, "Yes, but
that's your fault because YOU wanted to kiss ME!" She
took another sip.
Her thought processes were obviously becoming
degraded. At this point, for all intents and purposes
she was the equivalent of 'drunk'. I wanted to get
some more truth out of her.
"Have you ever played with yourself while thinking
about me making out with you or touching you!" I
practically screamed it.
"YES!" She shouted at me angrily. "I've been playing
with myself for six months thinking about you, you
fucking, filthy, pervert." Her words were slurring
more and more.
I had to know, "Would you have kissed me back if I had
kissed you?"
"NO! You're a filthy..."
Her eyes closed and her head slumped over. I rushed
to the couch and lifted her head back up so that I
could look in her eyes. I parted her eyelids. Her
pupils were dilated and non-responsive.
She was wearing a sexy little top that exposed her
barely existent cleavage as well as her belly button.
I unbuttoned it and pulled it off. I wanted to
monitor her heart, but I decided to monitor her tits
instead. Oh, they were gorgeous; barely a handful but
so firm and well shaped, with soft beautiful nipples.
I started suckling on them, but the nipples barely got
hard. I could hear Tiffany's breath becoming shallow
and irregular. I wanted to see her naked when she
died, so I didn't even bother to untie her Van's
sneakers when I pulled them and her socks off.
I pulled her cutoffs and panties off together. Her
pussy was hairless and she was more beautiful than I
had imagined. I had the biggest hard-on and wanted to
take my own clothes off, but her chest was starting to
heave in fits and starts. I put my ear to her chest
while fingering her pussy. She was still a virgin; I
could feel her hymen.
I was determined to get inside her before she died, so
I quickly disrobed and plunged my 7-inch cock inside
of her. If she had been anywhere near conscious it
would have hurt, but her body was loose and feeling no
pain. She was so tight, but the blood from her
shattered cherry served as a lubricant.
Once I was inside of her, I just stayed that way,
experiencing her tight 12-year-old virgin heat with no
thrusting. Then to my surprise, every part of her
body started to spasm wildly. She was in her death
throes, much to my cock's delight.
It was wild. Her convulsions at her death were better
against my cock than any living girl's orgasms. I
came and I came harder than I had ever come before,
her lifeless twitching pussy milking every drop from
my testicles.
The fascinating thing was that her body and my cock
both stopped their spasms at the same exact moment.
It was like a simultaneous orgasm, except that she was
dead.
I confirmed her death by putting my ear back to her
chest. There was no heartbeat. Meanwhile, one of her
tits was in my ear and the other was pressed against
my mouth. She was still warm and I took the
opportunity to enjoy her 12-year-old tits some more.
I couldn't believe how quickly I became aroused again.
I carried her to my bedroom and laid her face down on
the bed. That was the only thing that bothered me
about her, her face. The rest of her looked great,
but if you saw her face, you knew she was dead.
She had a great ass and I plunged my pussy-juice and
pussy-blood lubricated cock right up her asshole.
Since she was dead, her sphincter was loose and there
was no resistance.
If I had to judge, I preferred her pussy to her poop-
chute, but she wasn't in her death-throes when I
fucked her up the ass, as she had been when I popped
her 12-year-old cherry. It's a judgement call.
However, this was certainly the best ass-fucking
session I ever had. There were no complaints like,
"Go slower!" or "You're hurting me". She took it and
she took it the way every woman should take it.
I came in her ass, but I was still hard! I took my
shit-covered dick, turned her over and put it in her
mouth. I started laughing hysterically. She had her
own shit in her mouth.
There was one drawback to her being dead. I believe
that the blowjob would have been better if she was
alive, but still, at least she didn't complain when I
came down her throat.
It was still early, so I carried her back down to the
living room so she could watch TV with me. We had a
great time. It was the new season so we got to see
new shows instead of reruns. I honestly think that
Tiffany enjoyed herself as much as I did.
Sleeping with Tiffany was something that I had always
dreamed of. By the time we went to bed, she was
starting to get a little bit stiff, but I thought
about the morning and posed her with her legs spread
wide. Her mouth also seemed to want to stay closed,
so I stuffed a wadded up sock in it. There's nothing
better than a morning blowjob, but there's nothing
worse than teeth scraping your cock.
Having prepared my love for the dawn, I cuddled up
next to her and fell asleep.
I awoke the next morning with the typical morning
wood. This time my girlfriend was waiting for me. I
wanted a blowjob, but she was stiff, and the way I had
posed her wouldn't let her lie on her side. It would
however let me lie on my back, and once she was
positioned properly and the sock was removed from her
mouth, it was a pretty good blowjob. I was a bit
disappointed that she didn't swallow, but she would
learn in good time.
The blowjob didn't completely satisfy me. I wanted to
fuck her up the ass, but the blood had pooled on her
backside turning it a purplish color, which quite
frankly was a turnoff.
When she was lying on her back, her skin was a much
more pleasing grayish-white with a hint of blue.
That, I found acceptable. When I got my cock inside
her, I was disappointed. Her outer skin was room
temperature, but her pussy was still a little bit
warm. Not that I'm complaining, it's just that I had
never had a cold pussy before and I was kind of
looking forward to it. Don't worry about me, I
managed to get my rocks off, and besides it wasn't
anything that a few hours in the meat freezer out in
the garage couldn't rectify.
Well hell, of course you've heard these kinds of
stories all too often before. We had a good couple of
days together. A "honeymoon" as they say. But
unfortunately, despite the meat freezer, her body
started to putrefy. I lost my attraction for her to
the point where I couldn't even remember why or if I
had ever loved her before.
We parted amicably. I cut her up with a Sawzall in
the bathtub and fed her to my dogs. I dumped her
bones in the ocean. Life goes on.
Tiffany had a lot of girlfriends. I think I'll look
some of them up. Her boyfriend Jeff has already
proved to be most understanding. I'll miss him.
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