Crystal and Sara's Vacation

Crystal and Sara’s Florida Vacation
By
A Cannibal

It was vacation time for Crystal.  She wanted to go somewhere with white sandy beaches and palm trees.  That was what Crystal dreamed of.  She could relax on a chaise lounge sipping on a mai tai, which would be delivered by bare-chested men.  There was just one little problem standing in her way, her daughter.
Sara had just turned six years old and didn’t like to lounge around anything.  She liked to go to the park and play on the swings.  Crystal didn’t like to do that though because the parks were full of dirty old perverts.  Men would come over and talk to her daughter trying to get her to go away with them.
Crystal would get mad at them for not coming up to her and asking if they could take Sara.  The old perverts might have been surprised at her answer if they had.  Instead she had to chase them away because nobody was going to touch her daughter without paying for it.  She’d vowed never to give anything away for free.
As it turned out, Sara also liked places such as Disneyland and Sea World.  Unfortunately Crystal couldn’t afford to take her there very often even though they lived in southern California, in an area of Orange County called Little Saigon.  She was born and grew up here, after her parents immigrated near the end of the Vietnam War to the U.S.
With no college and little experience, the best job Crystal could get was as an office drone, but it beat flipping burgers.  By the time she paid the rent on their one bedroom apartment and had bought groceries there wasn’t a lot of money left over.  Still she managed to save some money for a vacation.
Crystal sighed and thought that if she’d only been more careful in her very first sexual encounter she might’ve been in college instead of filing papers in a cabinet.  Huey had been on the high school football team.  When he asked her for a date she was more than thrilled.  That night, one thing led to another and soon both of them were naked and sucking face behind the football bleachers.  Exactly nine months later, Sara arrived and sexy, muscular and wonderfully athletic Huey was nowhere to be found.
Crystal sat at her computer in her cubical looking at Hawaiian travel sites.  Getting there was going to be expensive and staying at a resort or hotel even more expensive.  Suddenly an idea popped into her head.  Hawaii wasn’t the only place with warm tropical breezes and palm trees; south Florida had them too!
The keyboard buttons started clicking again and quickly enough the screen displayed information on Florida.  Crystal searched through multiple websites until she found one that interested her.  It was located in the Florida Keys on one of the smaller islands between Key Largo and Key West.  For parents they promised balmy tropical breezes.  Drinks were served poolside by buffed men and elegant women.
	But what had really grabbed her attention was the most idyllic tagline she’d ever seen; if adults wanted a vacation from their children they had a free nanny service.  There were also many activities for the children to enjoy.  Things like cooking to swimming were offered for the younger children.  Tweens and teens were offered chaperoned parties in the evenings.  To Crystal, it sounded like heaven.  She could leave Sara in the care of the resort and have a nice week off.

***	***	***	***	***	***

Two weeks later they arrived at the resort.  They were taken to their room where Sara plopped down in front of the TV.  Crystal put away her clothing and then settled back to read the “what to do” newspaper.  There was the welcome cocktail hour for the adults at 5 pm today.  Crystal was not really a drinker, but she liked the idea of going out and meeting new people.  She hardly got the chance anymore with a child to look after.
Picking up the phone, she dialed the number for the nanny / childcare center.  “Hello?  Yes…I need someone to take care of my daughter.  How does this work…do I bring her to you?” Crystal asked.

“No ma’am,” the pleasant female voice answered, “that’s not necessary.  We have staff that can pick up and escort her down to our childcare area.”

“Umm,” Crystal had one last non-delicate question, “umm…how long would you keep her?”

“Oh…that,” without hesitation the woman on the other end replied, “That is completely up to you.  We take care of them for however long you want from one hour up to the length of your entire stay…why for eternity if you like.  We’ve plenty of things we can do with them.  It’s your choice.”

Crystal gave them her room number and they said that someone would pick her up in an hour.  She then turned her attention back to her daughter.  Sara was still watching TV and had no idea that she was about to be sent away for the week.

“Honey,” she said.  “Mommy’s got some wonderful news!  You’re going to get your own private vacation.  It’d be really boring for you to stay with me, but this place has lots of toys and stuff for you to play with.  Also there will be other kids your age for you to play with.”

Sara shrugged and continued to watch cartoons on the TV.  She’d been told all this before and her six-year-old mind thought it would be nice to be away from mommy for a week.

Alison hung up the in-house phone and smiled at the prospect of receiving yet another special guest.  What Crystal didn’t know was that the woman that she’d been talking to was the manager of the childcare services building and the resort’s executive chef in charge of specialty fare.  The childcare center was located next-door to the resort’s very private kitchen area.  A hidden door connected the two buildings, which made it ever so convenient for Alison to commute between her two jobs.
Which as it turned out for her were somewhat interchangeable also.  The fact that a very small number of the resort’s customers consisted of a very exclusive group with unique tastes was her number one priority.  These guests had the privilege to select their meals from those individuals left in Alison’s charge at the daycare center.
	No one outside of the resort’s confidential kitchen staff and the customers themselves knew that she catered to cannibals with a taste for children.  They viewed the young nubile bodies as ripe exquisite delicacies to be roasted and dined upon at their leisure.  The reason these people liked eating this type of fare was that it often tasted a lot better than their older parents.
	Alison, the chef, reviewed the customer orders on her special procurement board.  She needed at least five reasonably sized children to fill this week’s menu.  Down the hallway from her office, she already had nine potential roasts running around the daycare.  In fact they were having such a good time that not a single one of them suspected that their lives were endangered.
An hour later, she sent a female assistant to collect another guest / possible roast from her room.  Sara was brought down to the playroom.  The young girl looked around the room seeing that the others kids were around her age.  There were no big kids, which was a relief to her; Sara’s small stature meant the older children, usually tweens, had a tendency to pick on her.  She was soon playing dolls with a couple other girls.

Crystal was also playing, but not with dolls.  She wore a short black dress with a deep V-shaped cut down front and back.  The silky sheer material only served to highlight her lack of brassiere and panty lines.  This caused men to flock around her like moths to a flame.  It also caused most of the other women to become jealous.
After awhile Crystal, settled on a man called Kurt.  He was twice her age but then most of the men that were hitting on her were that and more.  Kurt stood six feet tall and had curly brown hair and the build of a linebacker.  After all, she had a weakness for football players.
This part of her vacation was turning out better than she’d planned.  Crystal was enjoying his attention almost as much as she liked the cocktails.  Perhaps she was enjoying those a little too much.  Most men might have taken advantage of the drunken woman but Kurt had decided against it.  He’d discovered something interesting during their small talk.  Crystal had mentioned that she had a young daughter.
That was enough to stop his advances for him.  It was of course because Kurt wanted that daughter, but not sexually.  He was one of the five cannibals that frequented the resort who loved to dine on the children that Alison prepared.  If she looked anything like her mother he wanted the girl for dinner.
Making his mind up, Kurt’s plans were simple.  He would probably be having fun with the mother while the daughter was roasting.  Then he’d feed some of roast kid to her mom.  With that thought in mind, he chastely helped Crystal back to her room.

As her mother was getting plastered, Sara and the other kids were being fed a meal of foot long hot dogs and bowls of macaroni & cheese.  The undercooked sausages helped Alison gauge which of the children had extra capacity in their throat cavities.  To help wash down this lovely repast were several large glasses of “grape juice.”  The juice was a sickly sweet wine and the children quickly became drunk and then promptly passed out.  This was just as Alison had planned it; future roasts were so much more compliant this way.
Her assistant cleared the examination table and laid out the first child upon it, Sara.  She undressed the sleeping girl taking extra care not to rip or tear any of the clothing.  A necessary precaution in case this one had to be returned to her mother.  After looking over the body, Alison knew this wasn’t going to happen though; Sara was too cute for that.  Someone was going to want this animal for dinner.
The chef began feeling the animal’s forelimbs.  They were a pair of scrawny sticklike things, but then again, wings had a tendency to be that way.  Spreading her fingers out, Alison massaged the chest feeling for the limits of the musculature atop the bone.  This animal had no breast meat to speak of.  However she found that the ribs were well padded.
Her hands continued the examination by moving down to the top of the pelvis.  The lips on either side of the vagina were puffy, which from the fatty texture indicated that one of her customer’s was going to enjoy eating them immensely.  Alison didn’t probe the slit to see if the female was innocent, that was after all the buyer’s job.  Her job was to grade, select and cook the animals.  The hind limbs looked like sticks but then that was typical for a six year old.  Still they were bigger than the wings.  Rolling the female over, Alison checked the animal’s two beautiful buttocks, which rose majestically above the spine.
	Alison sighed contentedly; even with the reduced fat content and slight muscles, this female was going to roast up just fine.  “Going to make a tender meal for some lucky guy,” she thought and then smiled at the idea, “at least it could be a guy.”  There were a couple of women amongst the cannibals and for all she knew one of them might want this female.
	She slid the sleeping animal into the first empty cage; she no longer cared what the mother would say or do.  This was a prime piece of meat that would definitely sell for a good price and bring her a modest profit.  If the older female came back and put up a fuss about seeing her daughter lying naked in a cage, well there was always room for the mother in the next cage over.
An hour later, all of the children from the daycare were sleeping off their hangovers in wire cages.  Clothing and shoes were quickly taken to the resort’s laundry where they were washed and sanitized before being packed up and donated to a local orphanage.  At that point there was only one more thing to do and that was to make some phone calls.

***	***	***	***	***	***

After leaving Crystal in her room, Kurt had retreated to his private suite.  He was debating whether to go back to the bar and troll for women when he received the call.  It always brightened his spirits when the special patron’s phone line rang.  He quickly went over to the childcare center or “the meat market” as he liked to call it.

“Please…this way sir,” Alison said upon his arrival.  “We have a very fine selection to choose from today.”

“Great,” he said handing the woman five hundred dollars, the previously agreed upon down payment.

She led him to the back where the wire cages sat inside the soundproofed room.  At the moment all of the children were still sleeping.  Picking up a flashlight, she flipped it on and began playing the light over the naked bodies in order.  He quickly looked over a selection of blonds and redheads, both boys and girls.  In the very last cage Kurt saw what he wanted, a little Asian girl.  He was fairly sure that this was Crystal’s six-year-old daughter.

“May I,” he asked, “have a look at this one for a minute?”

	Alison unfolded a camping cot that she kept in the corner just for this purpose and took the girl out and placed her in it.  Kurt explored the young girl’s body.  He opened her thighs and probed inside her vagina.  He carefully withdrew the appendage that he’d stuck inside because her hymen was still intact.  If he remembered correctly, her name was Sara.  “Succulent little Sara,” he thought before smiling wickedly at his spur of the moment decision.  It really didn’t matter anymore what she was called since this animal was about to be sold to him as meat for his table.

	“She’s awfully scrawny,” he said plaintively.  Kurt definitely wanted this animal but he also wanted a good deal to boot.  “Why…I doubt there’s enough meat here to make a decent meal out of her.  And she looks to be the biggest of the batch.”  He turned his eyes back along the cages to emphasize his point.

	“Can’t argue with you,” Alison replied, “tell you what…I’ll give you a two for one deal but only if you buy them right now at the price I’m asking for.  Select another and I’ll roast the two of them together.”

“Alright,” Kurt shook her hand to seal the deal; he’d transfer the money to the resort’s bank account for the pair later.  “Umm…let me see?  Every little girl needs to be fucked once before cooking and she’s way too small for someone my size…so?”

He wandered in front of the cages.  He looked at all of the young males and their small penises.  They were all about the same size, so Kurt chose the redhead in the cage across from Sara.  He was placed in the same cage as the girl and a sold tag was placed on it.

	“Tomorrow evening,” he told her, “is when I’ll want them for dinner.  I’d appreciate a good show if such is possible.  What time should we come by in order to watch?” Kurt asked.

“Ah…you want a live cooking,” she studied both animals locked in the cage before answering.  “If dinner is to be served at 6:00 pm then the show should begin no more than 2:00 pm at the latest.”

***	***	***	***	***	***

Late the next morning, Kurt went looking for Crystal.  He found her lounging by the pool in her deck chair.  Taking the chair next to her he sat down and began talking to her like they were the oldest of friends.

“Hello,” he told her,”we had drinks last night…remember me?”

Crystal tilted her sunglasses down and looked at him over the frames before replying. “Oh yeah…hi…err,” she said in an uncertain voice and quickly taking a sip from her drink to cover her gaff.

“I’m Kurt,” he chuckled at her, “and you don’t remember do you?”

	“Umm…no,” she confessed while flushing a bright red.

	“Well,” he continued, “I remember you.”  This time his smile deepened into the kind a child might wear while hiding some magical, marvelous secret.  She relaxed mostly due to it but also somewhat because she liked what she was seeing in him.

“Don’t like to admit it but when it comes to drinking…I’m a lightweight.”  She then confirmed that she didn’t remember much of the previous night but that his face was familiar.  They continued their small talk for a while.

“Would you like to have dinner with me tonight,” Kurt asked.  “I know this very exclusive little place that serves food that is very rare and exotic…kind of like you if I must say.”

Crystal pushed the sunglasses up onto her forehead to reveal her eyes and the interest in them.  She had no idea that the handsome man next to her was talking about her daughter as the food, otherwise she might not have agreed so readily.

“Why…I’d love to.”

“I’ll pick you up at your room,” he said still smiling, “say around two o’clock.  There’s a show before we dine.”

***	***	***	***	***	***

Kurt came to Crystal’s room at the designated hour.  He was dressed in a tuxedo and had a white carnation in his lapel.  She had on exactly the same dress as the previous night.  After accepting his invitation, she’d hurriedly gone back to her room and hand washed it because it was her best and only dress.
He led Crystal to the far side of the resort behind the kitchens and around the corner from the daycare center.  A solid wooden door opened at his knock revealing a posh and very private dining room.

“Um…I’m sure I left my daughter here yesterday…wasn’t this a daycare center yesterday?  She asked.

“A daycare center?”  Kurt chuckled as he closed the door and locked it from the inside with a key.  “I don’t see any toys, finger-paints or children playing hide and seek.  So I’d have to say no.”

“WOW!”  Crystal said with amazement in her voice.  “I’d swear that it was just around the corner…I guess this isn’t the place that I left her at.”

There was a single table covered with a fancy lace tablecloth in the middle of the room.  A chandelier hung from the ceiling and expensive artwork adorned the walls.  The only thing out of place was a red velvet curtain in the very front part of the room.  She thought there must be a stage behind it for the entertainment part of the dinner.  Kurt pulled out the chair for Crystal.  No one had ever done for her before.
Once they were settled in, Crystal saw a woman come out from behind the curtain.  Alison greeted them with a smile and offered them a choice of three wines from the cellar.  She then promised that the show would begin shortly.
Stepping behind the curtain and a few seconds later she parted it to reveal the stage.  At one end of the stage was a large oven and a table with an oversized roasting pan.  At the other end of the stage was a pair of chairs.  What shocked Crystal was what was tied to them, a little boy and her daughter.  Both were gagged and completely naked.

“What’s going on?” she looked at Kurt, “Why is Sara tied up and where are her clothes?”

	“Exotic food,” he calmly answered, “exactly as promised they’re to be our dinner.”

Crystal’s mouth hung open in surprise.  She swiveled her head toward the stage and stopped.  After a moment, she swung back toward him.  Her mouth closed with a very tiny snap.

	“Err…that’s interesting,” she replied.  “You cook and eat children?

“Well to be honest…no and yes,” he answered.  “I don’t cook anything at all if an experienced professional chef is available.  It’s one of the reasons I patronize this resort.  But I must confess that I do eat people that have been cooked for me from time to time.  But I really prefer eating children.  Anyway…do you have a problem with your daughter being cooked and eaten?”

	Kurt studied her intently.  From his seat, he could just make out the tears streaming down Sara’s face.  Crystal slowly looked at the stage and shuddered imperceptibly.  It was usually at this moment that most women reacted violently.  Alison’s assistant was standing in the shadows behind the curtains with a Taser, restraint jacket and ball gag just in case.

“I don’t think so,” she answered slowly.  “If you must know…the only reason that I hadn’t killed Sara myself was…I didn’t know how to…err…you know…dispose of the body.”

“Well,” Kurt said while laughing, “eating it is the best way that I know of for disposing of a body.  If you have no qualms about it then I’ll tell the chef to proceed with the preparations.  Would you like to say goodbye to her or just start the cooking?”

There was a long pause before Crystal answered, “I think it’s for the best to just kill them quickly.  Ah…ah…I might have a change of heart otherwise!”

	“Well,” he said, “I’m going to have to ask you to harden your heart and be brave for me.  You see…human meat, especially the preteen variety, always tastes best when they’re cooked alive.  They also put on a tremendous show as they squirm in the oven.”

	“Umm…show?”

“Yeah…or in Sara’s case when she gets fucked.”

“Oh,” Crystal giggled and then stopped abruptly, “oh…that’s why the boy is here?  He’s going to get lucky?”

	Both children had been given enemas and thoroughly scrubbed clean earlier in the day so the only preparation left was to place them in the roasting pan.  The boy went into the pan first.  Next Alison unwrapped a stick of butter and lifting Sara by her ankles, completely inserted it between her lower lips.
While it was melting, she tended to the boy.  Pulling out a bottle of olive oil, she basted him from head to toe with a brush.  Dipping the brush into the oil again, the chef basted all of his patches of freckles to insure even browning.  Lastly, Alison sprinkled various spices onto his twisting body, to season the meat.
Then it was Sara’s turn.  She was walked/pushed toward the large copper pan.  Butter dripped down her skinny thighs.  Sara was old enough to understand what was going to happen to her.  The fact that she didn’t like it was clearly evident on her face.  Once inside, she was lined up with the boy.
Crystal strained from her seat to see what the chef was doing to her daughter.  She got a glimpse of what was happening in the pan and suddenly let out a whoop of laughter.  It’d just occurred to her that the little roaster wasn’t going to be her daughter much longer.

“Oops…I never did have that mother & daughter talk with her.”

“Well,” Kurt laughed, “you can always tell her about it.  Not that it really matters much because in a few minutes she’s going to learn about it first hand as it were.”

“Yeah,” she giggled, “she always was such a know-it-all brat.  I want to go up there just so I can watch the expression on her face as the boy slides it home!”

“Come on then,” he jumped enthusiastically from his seat and took Crystal’s hand, “I wouldn’t mind seeing that myself!”

	The pair approached the stage expectantly.  They watched Alison remove the gags from each of the children’s mouths.  When Sara raised her head, she saw her mother and started crying loudly.

“Mommy make her stop!  She’s going to cook me…she’s going to cook and eat me!”

“Sara,” Crystal scolded her, “don’t be so silly…she’s not going to eat you.”

	“She’s going to…she’s going to!”

	“Oh…silly…she’s not!  She’s just the cook; I’m going to eat you!”

“NOOOOOOOOO!”  Sara shrieked.

	Meanwhile the chef had been working on making the boy stiff enough to stand up.  Crystal watched in fascination as she took the boy’s cock in one hand and slid open her daughter’s vagina with the other.  The chef promptly inserted tab A into slot B.
Sara’s eyes grew huge with surprise as the boy made contact inside her.  Both started to struggle causing the stimulated pubic areas to rub against each other.  As the new sensation reached their brains, they paused to look at each other.  A moment later they tried moving again.  Smiles appeared on their oily faces.  Instinct took over and they began moving their hips together.
Both pieces of meat soon forgot that they would be roasting shortly, but the chef didn’t.  Alison wheeled the cart with its pan full of vibrating meat over to the oven.  Opened the door and slid the pair inside the cold oven before slamming it shut on them.

“How long before they’re…?”  Crystal couldn’t bring herself to say the word dead.  A small part of her still loved her daughter, a very small part.

“Before they’re roasted?  Four hours including playtime of about twenty to thirty minutes,” Alison said and turned the oven on to the lowest setting.

Kurt grabbed the pair of chairs from the assistant that had been cleaning them and parked them in front of the glass.  Crystal sat down and the two proceeded to watch.  For the next twenty minutes they sat peering into the window.  Neither child noticed the orange glow that surrounded both of them or the growing heat.  It was at about that time, that they heard a large grunt come from the boy and then he stopped moving.
After a few minutes, Sara realized that she was no longer getting any satisfaction from him.  She noticed her surroundings and the odd smell of cooking.  Her mind quickly worked things out where she was and what smelled so funny.

“Let me out,” Sara exclaimed in a hoarse whisper.  “Let me out!  I don’t want to be roasted!”

	Suddenly Crystal twitched in her seat; her daughter’s voice had been just loud enough for her to hear.  Kurt staring intently through the heat waves caught a glimpse of the slightest amount of movement from the roast.  He turned in his seat to reassure Crystal.

“Relax,” he whispered to her, “It’s too late to do anything.  She’s almost dead.  Alison…could you silence the meat?”

The chef rooted around in the crisper of her refrigerator before coming over with something red in her hand.  It was a pair of small Jonathan apples.  “This is your last chance to say anything to her,” she said.

“I really don’t have anything to say.  Still…would you mind if I did the honors.  Kind of a parting gift to my daughter,” Crystal said with a smile.

The chef returned the smile and handed the apple to her.  Alison opened the oven and pulled the pan out.  The girls’ skin had a bright red hue to it, while the boys’ had already started to brown slightly.

“Mommy,” Sara cried weakly.  “Make her stop!”

“No way,” Crystal cooed,” I am so looking forward to eating you!”

At the news, Sara’s eyes nearly bugged out of her face. When she opened her mouth to scream yet again, Crystal shoved the apple into the gap and gave it a savage twist to the left to dislocate her small jaw and lock the fruit in place.

“Ah…that’s better,” Crystal said with a sigh.  “All that whining was getting on my nerves.  She was starting to make me think about having to rescue her.”  Taking a last look at her daughter, she smacked her lips.  “Oh…yummy!”

Sara tried to scream, but the apple made all of her words unintelligible.  Alison pried open the dead boy’s mouth and shoved the apple into it.  Then she opened the door and slid the roasting pan back inside the hot as a furnace oven.
	It was only another five minutes before Sara died and became meat like the boy.  Kurt stood up, tipped the chef and dragged a weary Crystal back to the bed in her room for the remaining three hours. They returned to the dining room at 6:00 pm.
They’d just sat down at the table when all of a sudden the lights went off and a spotlight lit up a covered serving dish.  Alison lifted the lid to reveal Sara roasted a golden brown color.  She was by herself and lying face on a bed of lettuce.  Potatoes surrounded her and she still had the red apple stuck in her mouth.
Alison brought the cart next to the table and slowly spun it in place to display the occupant from every angle.  Crystal and Kurt saw that Sara’s brown eyes were opened wide as was her pussy.  This last miracle was due to the boy.

	“You expressed how much you’d like the girl,” Alison explained.  “So I’ve taken the liberty of serving her to you first, enjoy your meal.”

	Kurt refrained from smiling; he wanted the girl anyway.  The chef wasn’t supposed to emphasize his carnal desire for this piece of meat in front of her mother.  Still it was fine with him.  Even though he’d relish eating the boy also, the child had been cooked for tenderizing purposes anyway.

“Err…I never eaten a person before.  What should I get?” Crystal asked.

“That all depends on how hungry you are,” Kurt replied.  “Your daughter’s arms are small.  Her legs are bigger, but if you’re hungry I recommend her bottom.”

“What’s it called,” she giggled nervously.  “A rump roast?”

He just smiled at her question and Crystal’s eyes grew huge.

“It is?  Then I guess I’ll have that!”

“Of course,” Kurt said.  “And I’ll have the cunt steak.”

	Crystal had been staring at the pubic area of the roast when he said it, which brought another round of giggles from her.  She knew exactly where that part was.  The scene inside the cannibal restaurant where she was about to eat her own daughter was beginning to turn surreal.
	The chef’s assistant sliced away their orders, which were placed on plates along with a few potatoes.  The couple hurried back to their seats.  Crystal immediately started looked for silverware but before she could ask about it saw Kurt pick up his meat in both hands.  Sucking the piece between his teeth, he tore away a mouthful.
Crystal shrugged and did the same with her piece of meat.  She was amazed at the incredible flavor.  She’d never tasted meat so sweet and tender before.  Stopping only to breath, she quickly devoured the roast.  Next the ribcage was split and sawn apart from the top of the pelvis to armpit.  Each of them got a rack.  For dessert, the tongue was split down the middle and both of Sara’s eyes were gouged out and served.

***	***	***	***	***	***

	After dinner, they returned to Kurt’s private suite.  Forcing her wrists behind her back, he tore open her black dress from front to back and peeled her out of it.  Tossing her onto his bed, he proceeded to ravish her.  Later that night in the middle of their third bout of lovemaking, Crystal asked him the question that was bothering her.

	“Kurt?” she asked.

	“Umm?” his monosyllabic responses were in time with his thrusts.

“What would have happened?” she gasped.

“To?”

 “Err…me…if I’d put up a fuss about roasting Sara?”

	He stopped in mid-stroke.  Raising himself up, he withdrew every inch until only the rim of his Glans rested on the edge of her distended lips.  He began slowly flexing his pelvic muscles to brush the head of his penis up and down against her mucous slickened labia.

“You really weren’t listening,” Kurt laughed gently.  “I’ve already told you that I eat people.  Attractive, beautiful, healthy and young are all on my menu.”  He thrust a third of the way into her.

	“Umm,” she exhaled.

“You are as it turns out all three.  So let me put it to you this way…you’d still be here with me in bed.  Or I should say,” he descended farther this time.

“Uh…huh!”

“Parts of you would be!”  He thrust into her again deeper.

	“Oh…oh…uh,” she groaned excitedly as they neared the climax.

	Kurt paused and withdrew again.

“For the moment,” he said, “I like you better this way.  Now unless you want me to start calling you ‘food’ behind your back there’s something extra special that simply must do on my next stroke.  And if you get it right then I’ll teach you everything else that makes me happy.”

THE END