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Subject: {ASSM} A Boy Named Lunch (MF/b, NC, Rape, Fist, Cannibal,snuff)
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Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2004 04:10:04 -0400
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Story Codes: MF/b, NC, Rape, Fist, Cannibal

Copyright 2004 Rachael P. Ross all rights reserved. This wholly
fictional work may be archived and/or reposted to FREE adult access
provided my name, email rache696@yahoo.com and this notice are
included in the message body. All resemblance to persons living or
dead is unintended.

Author's Note: Someone gave me the characters and plot and asked that
I write this. I took it as a mental challenge and...well, here it is.
It is possible that this is similar to another story by another
author, I'm unclear on that. I had the suspicion I was being asked to
recreate a story this someone had read once. If so, I would like to
see this other story, if someone should have any idea what I'm
rambling on about. I have been asked to write another, using the same
characters with a girl. I'll have to think about that. Now I
understand Raskolnikov...finally. -rr June 2004

Read the story codes, they are accurate! If the word 'Predophile' is
not in your vocabulary, just delete this now!

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A Boy Named Lunch
fiction by rache

It had been several years since I'd spoken to Brian. He'd been my
boyfriend when I was still in high school, although he was almost a
dozen years older. I was 21 now and had just started working as an
assistant editor for a national fashion magazine. I'd been lucky to
get the job, I knew, and I was determined to do well. Part of that
success depended on my ability to pass as a normal person, to hide the
predophile I truly was.

Getting a phone call from Brian wasn't what I needed. We'd been lovers
and had enjoyed more than a few small adventures together in our
mutual quest for physical and emotional release. He'd found out I was
in the city now, living and working and...

"Playing, Lisa?" I could hear him smiling through the phone.

"No, I don't have time for that." I clucked my tongue. "Besides, I
have to be a good girl now."

"Oh, right. The responsible young upwardly mobile, yada yada..."

I sighed. "That's me, yeah."

"Well, how about this then." He paused a heartbeat. "Let's do lunch."

"Oh, I don't..."

"My treat, Lisa. For old time's sake." He was very earnest and left me
little room to decline.

And that was how I found myself going to room 606 at the airport
Marriott. I was dressed for work, having begged an imaginary gyno
appointment with my boss. It wouldn't give me the whole afternoon, but
most of it. I knocked gently on the door, just as surprised when it
opened as the young boy in front of me apparently was. But I recovered
well.

"Hello." I said pleasantly.

"Hi." He was cute, maybe 12 years old I thought, with curling brown
hair and a thin build.

"Is Brian here?" I asked, just as my old friend appeared putting his
hand on the kid's shoulder and smiling at me.

"Wow!" Brian said. "Didn't I tell you she was a hottie?" He elbowed
the boy and I blushed a little. "Didn't I, huh?"

"Yeah." The boy giggled nervously.

They let me in and Brian closed and locked the door behind me. "Lisa,
this is Thomas, my new best friend. He's 13 today and I promised we'd
find him a real girlfriend, since it's his birthday and all."

"Really? It's your birthday, Thomas?" I smiled and I loosened the top
two buttons of my blouse, letting the boy see the swell of my 34C
breasts.

"Uh, yeah, it is." I reached behind my head and loosened the clip
holding my long black hair in place and I fluffed it around my heart
shaped face, blinking my soft brown eyes at him.

"And I didn't bring you a present." I frowned and lifted one of my
long legs, putting my foot on the bed so I could undo the strap. "I
feel so bad about that, Thomas."

"It's okay, um...Brian said maybe, uh...you'd..." He looked at Brian for
help but my old boyfriend just held up his hands.

"Maybe I'd what, Thomas?" I looked at him innocently as I removed the
other shoe and lifted my skirt so I could unsnap my garters. The poor
boy's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head.

"You'd be my...girlfriend?" He almost croaked getting the last word out,
but he did it, blushing in expectation of my laughter.

"Oh, Thomas." I said softly. "I'd love to be your girlfriend." I sat
down on the bed.

"You would? Really?" He smiled tentatively.

"Of course, now why don't you come over here by me?" I patted the bed
and smiled as the boy moved closer. "If your going to be my boyfriend,
you have to undress me, okay?"

"Un-Undress you?" He looked at me nervously.

"Of course silly, haven't you ever had a girlfriend before?" I teased.

"Well, yeah, kind of." He tried to puff himself up a little. "But, um,
she didn't take off her clothes and stuff."

"Then she wasn't a real girlfriend, Thomas." I whispered and reached
out, taking the boy's hand and pulling him to me. "You do want to fuck
me, don't you?"

"Oh! Oh...uh sure yes!" He was a little shocked at my bluntness, but
plainly excited, as all young boys were, at the prospect of having
real sex.

I pulled his face close to mine so I could kiss him, opening his soft
little lips with my tongue and dipping into his mouth. He was such a
beautiful boy, my pussy was growing moist already. It had been too
long since I'd done this. I rubbed his body, slipping my hands
underneath his t-shirt while we kissed. He was very still at first,
unsure of what I was doing with my tongue. He even had his eyes
closed.

I pulled back, smiling and he looked dazed. "Take off my blouse,
honey." I encouraged him, taking a quick glance at Brian who was just
watching. "I want you to play with my boobies."

His fingers were nervous, fumbling with my buttons and it was
difficult to remain patient, but he finally got them free and I
slipped it off my shoulders. Thomas swallowed and just stared at my
creamy tits. "Here." I said, reaching back with one hand and undoing
my bra. I let him pull it off my arms and his eyes widened as he gazed
upon my bare flesh. "Have you ever seen breasts before?" I asked him.

Thomas shook his head. "No, never. They're beautiful!" He was smiling
like it was Christmas morning. I urged him to touch them, to feel
their weight in his soft little hands. He squeezed experimentally and
when I made no protest the boy massaged them harder, playing with my
hard brown nipples until they stood out a good half inch.

"That's it, baby. Suck them for me...Come on." I moaned and pulled his
sweet lips to my left nipple, feeling his hot wet mouth on me. It made
me shiver with excitement and I cradled him to my breasts, looking at
Brian and giving the big man a little nod.

Brian is about 6'2" tall, 190lbs and solid. He takes good care of
himself and I for one always appreciated that. He has coal black eyes
and thick black hair cut short, and best of all he has a nice fat 9"
cock that I'd often thought about after we'd separated. He was
certainly the largest man I'd ever been with and he knew how to use
it.

I held the boy's sucking mouth to my breasts as I sat on the bed,
moving Thomas around so he was kneeling on the floor. Brian moved
behind him, and started running his hands up and down the boy's back
before finally sliding his big strong hands under the boy's
sweatshirt, lifting it over his head.

Thomas pulled away and looked a little anxiously over his shoulder as
his head and arms came free, but I soon pulled him back to me, kissing
his mouth. "Do you want to see my pussy now, Thomas?" I asked him and
he just nodded, not even trying to speak. I sat back and watched as
the boy unbuttoned my skirt and pulled the zipper down the side. Brian
gave him little directions and I lifted my butt so he could pull it
down my legs.

"My panties too, Thomas." I breathed and the boy hooked his fingers in
the small French cut panties I wore, inching them down slowly to
expose my freshly shaved cunt.

"Beautiful, ain't it Thomas?" Brian was talking over his shoulder.
"Touch it, just rub it a little, go ahead...it won't bite!" Brian was
chuckling and pushing the boy closer.

I spread my legs as I felt his tentative fingers, just barely touching
my slit, rubbing me and exploring gently. I was breathing harder,
getting wetter as I watched the 13 year old play with the first real
pussy he'd ever seen.

"Kiss it Thomas, lick me baby!" I was so hot for him right then I
couldn't stand it and I reached up, cupping his handsome young face in
my hands and pulling him down. "Do it, sweetie, make me feel good!"

He resisted a little at first, doubtless unsure if such a thing was
dirty or not, but I didn't care. I grabbed him by the hair, trying to
remain gentle, but forceful as well, and I pulled his face to my
glistening cunt, lifting my hips to meet his mouth. "Oh fuck, Thomas!
Lick me baby!" I was going to cum already, just from that first
contact and I held his face with both hands, grinding myself against
him.

Brian started undoing the boy's jeans then, slipping them down his
narrow hips and coaxing the confused kid to lift his legs so he could
get the legs off one at a time. Thomas struggled a bit then, trying to
pull his mouth away, but I held him tight, encouraging him with a soft
voice to kiss me, to use his tongue. The poor thing had no idea what
he was doing of course, but he did seem to be trying to follow my
directions.

After I'd had my little cum I pulled him up, so he could lay on top of
me, and I kissed his face, licking at my juices and telling him how
good he'd been. He smiled and his voice was soft, disbelieving me. But
I assured him that everything was okay, and I kissed him hard, feeling
his little penis swelling in his briefs.

"I want you to fuck me, Thomas, okay? I'm going to give you a real
birthday present now." Brian was pulling the boy's underwear down and
Thomas barely noticed until he felt his exposed cock touching my
stomach.

"I never did that." He told me and his eyes were wide, making me
giggle as I kissed his nose.

"I know, but now you will honey." I moved him down a little and he
knelt between my spread legs. I sat up just a bit, propping my head
with pillows so I could see his cock. It was small, maybe 4" long and
a little bigger around than my thumb. He had no hair at all and it was
so cute like that. "Rub it against my slit, baby." I urged him.

"Like this." Brian reached down and took the boys young prick in his
hand and Thomas jumped, unsure of what another man was doing touching
him there. But he didn't resist as Brian rubbed the boy's cockhead
across my slit and then finally worked it easily inside me. He pushed
Thomas' butt and the boy groaned as his cock sank into me fully.

"Oh! That feels good, Thomas!" I sighed and pulled him to me. "Do you
like it?"

"Yeah, it feels good for me too." He was smiling and making little
hunching movements with his hips.

"Good. Now were going to do something else." I smiled as I watched
Brian undressing behind the boy, stroking his big cock and squeezing
some KY on it.

"What?" Thomas looked at me and I wrapped my arms tightly around him.

"Kiss me Thomas." I whispered and he put his mouth on mine. I moved
one hand to the back of his head, holding him to me as I sucked his
tongue, my other arm around the skinny kid's back.

Brian moved behind him and pressed the head of his penis against
Thomas' asshole and I felt the boy stiffen suddenly, trying to pull
away and his voice was muffled in my mouth as I held him. Brian
started pushing and I could feel the boy's body pressing against me
and then his scream trapped in my hungry mouth as Brian's huge cock
tore through the 13 year old's resisting muscles.

"Ohhh...Christ!" Brian groaned, pushing harder. "Fuck this kid is so
tight!" He was moving in and out slowly, going in two inches and
pulling back one, until he finally reached the length of his thick
cock as far as it would go in the boy's once virgin anus. "Ohhh shit!
Lisa!"

I would have giggled, but I was busy keeping our little victim quiet.
He was struggling harder now, his mouth working beneath mine and hot
tears flooded his eyes, running sexily down our flushed cheeks. The
boy's penis had gone soft inside me, but it didn't matter at all. His
body was mashed against me by Brian's weight and it felt delicious.

Brian fucked him in the ass for a good 10 minutes before he couldn't
hold off any longer and he groaned loudly when he came inside Thomas'
ass. The boy was sobbing then, but much quieter and I was able to
release him, pulling our mouths apart and swallowing the saliva that
had run from his mouth into mine.

Brian pulled out and grinned at me. "Fuck that was good. I'm still
hard!" And he was, his cock had wilted only slightly and we moved
around. Thomas had lost all fight, which was almost a disappointment,
I'd hoped he'd have more energy that that.

"Suck it." Brian commanded the weeping boy. He was now sitting on the
bed with Thomas laying on his stomach between Brian's legs. My
ex-boyfriend grabbed Thomas by the hair, slapping him until the kid
opened his mouth and took the huge cock in his hot little mouth.
"Ahhhh...deeper kid, that's it." The room filled with choking slurping
gagging sounds as Brian raped the boy's mouth.

I moved behind Thomas, fingering his raw bleeding ass, now leaking
Brian's sperm. I didn't bother lubing my hand at all, or even using a
glove, I just wanted to rip into that little boy's ass. I worked my
finger's in and out slowly, first one, then two, then four, and then
tucking my thumb to my palm, twisting and pushing, until his little
ass gave way and accepted my fist.

I laughed with delight and Brian encouraged me. "Punch fuck the little
bastard!" And I did. I rammed my fist inside as hard as I could,
jamming my knuckles against his little immature prostate repeatedly.
He was so tight and wet inside, his blood and Brian's sperm churning
beneath my onslaught. Thomas did start fighting it then, but he was
too far gone to really be able to do anything. Brian held his head and
worked his cock into the boy's throat, ignoring the pushes and
slapping futile hands.

I fisted the kid until Brian told me he was going to cum and by then I
was pulling my hand almost entirely out before slamming it back
inside. The boy's ass muscles had been hopelessly destroyed, stretched
and distended. His insides bruised and torn. It was beautiful. I
rotated my fist as far inside the kid's guts as I could while he
choked down Brian's sperm, and only when my old boyfriend finished
cumming did I pull from the boy's ass. My hand was dirty, covered with
blood, semen, and bits of Thomas' shit.

I pulled the boy to me, his pretty face puffy from crying, his lips
bruised and dripping man cum. I pushed my fingers in his mouth,
rubbing them across his tongue and lips, massaging the mess onto his
miserable face. "I'm gonna make you feel good now, Thomas." I
whispered, but I don't think he understood.

I put him on his back and began sucking his shriveled little cock,
coaxing it to life despite his pain and shock from our earlier abuse.
He had raging hormones and it did feel good for him, so much better
than anything else he'd experienced that day. I felt him stiffening
between my lips, and I suckled him gently, massaging his balls, and
licking all around the sensitive head.

Once he was hard I lifted my mouth and gave it to Brian, so he could
enjoy that young prick too. I massaged my dripping cunt while I
watched the man sucking Thomas' cock, the boy moaning now, his body
seeming to recover at least enough to give him some pleasure. How
quickly youth forgets, I smiled to myself. It was always the same,
things that you'd think would have driven the child into a coma, were
all but forgotten when their tender young cocks got a taste of
pleasure. He was still suffering though, it was plain as day in his
wounded eyes. Nothing would ever be the same for him.

I took over again, mouthing the hard little prick and he was so close
to cumming I could feel his balls beginning to tighten in his small
smooth scrotum. I lifted my mouth long enough to get Brian's
attention. "He's close." I said and Brian grinned, his face close to
mine and he replaced my hand with his own, gently massaging the boy's
balls.

It was obvious to both of us when he was about to cum. Thomas' balls
seemed to pull up tight and his whole body went stiff. I clamped a
hand over Thomas' mouth, pushing his head into the mattress, ignoring
his weak and futile protests. He'd never had an orgasm before in his
life and just as he started to cum Brian squeezed the boy's balls as
hard as he possibly could, crushing them in his powerful fist,
twisting and grunting with the effort. I bit through the boy's penis
at the same time, chewing my way through the hard flesh and I felt
blood erupt in my mouth as I tore the piece of boy meat free. Brian
ripped Thomas' scrotum completely off and poured it's wet and bloody
contents into his mouth.

We ate slowly, watching the boy writhe in agony below us, blood
streaming from his torn flesh. His screams were muffled by my hand and
I enjoyed the sensation of his struggles until they finally ceased as
he fell unconscious. I swallowed and grinned as Brian did the same and
then we kissed eagerly, hungrily, swapping the remnants of our lunch
between us. We made love then, next to Thomas, pausing only to bite at
him, to eat his nipples, or his ear lobes, to take bites from the soft
flesh of his belly and thighs, until finally, as I felt Brian cumming
inside my fertile womb, I bit into the boy's jugular, chewing the
rubbery vein and bathing in his hot salty blood as it pumped out of
him.

I washed up and left Brian to take care of the mess. I went back to
work, back to my desk, smiling and sated for the first time in a long
time. Brian and I would do lunch again soon, I was sure, with a girl
next time. It would be my turn to treat and I thought about my
landlady's daughter, a precocious child of 10 who would make a
wonderful snack.

End
rache696@yahoo.com

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