****** Mrs Finley by Snack ******
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Mrs Finley


Disclaimer: For ADULTS ONLY where permitted by law. Pure fiction and fantasy.
All persons in the story are 18 years old or older. Not to promote or sanction
activity described. This story has and teaches redeeming social values as in:
Trust nobody to be truthful or take what they tell you at face value. Any
reposting is at your total responsibility and liability.

MRS FINLEY, by SNACK --

Mary Finley liked to come over to the house. Her favorite spot was the kitchen
nook table. There was a good view from that spot. She would sit a while and
watch the teenage boys come and go. She would talk about some nonsense or
another with their mother while surreptitiously eyeing the passing meat. Her
plan was simple. Pretend to be a friend and wait until someone got careless.
She lit a cigarette.

The boy's mother prattled on about flowers in the neighborhood. Mary Finley
listened with half an ear. After a while, the front door slammed.

Up the entrance steps bounded her favorite, Ryan. She drew on her cigarette and
ran her eyes over him. He had been running and was sweaty. She could feel
herself getting wet as well looking over the glistening flesh, watching muscles
move the 18 year old teenager up into the kitchen.

"Hi Mrs. Finley," he said, coming into the kitchen, with a smile and then a
frown as he noticed the cigarette.

Mary blew smoke toward the ceiling and moved her tongue slowly over her lips.
Ryan hesitated. He swallowed hard, finding himself unable to look away from the
tongue leisurely painting Mary's red lips.

"Ryan, why don't you call me Mary?"

Ryan's mouth felt dry. His mother had not seen the tongue movement. He was
getting hard despite himself. Jeez, he thought, this was his mother's friend.
She was a full 18 years older than he was, twice his age.

"Yes Ryan," his mother chimed in. "You make her sound OLD".

His mother had not turned around to face either of them but was instead busy
preparing some snack.

Mary had finished her cigarette and took another out of a pack on the table.

"Ok. Mary. How's that?"

Mary had taken the cigarette and holding it upright began to stroke the shaft.

"I like it like that," her eyes had dropped to Ryan's running shorts.

Pulling his eyes away from Mary's unlit cigarette, he also looked down. Much to
his embarrassment his hard member was pushing against the nylon. Ryan turned
beet red and glanced back up to Mrs. Finley. Her tongue again began caressing
her lips. It was as though she was tasting him. Ryan thought.

Mary's tongue greeted the cigarette as she moved it toward her mouth. She
slowly put it between the full red lips and lit it. Inhaling deeply, her cheeks
dimpling, she kept her eyes on Ryan. She held the smoke for a few moments, then
exhaled reluctantly.

Not realizing he had been holding his breath, Ryan also exhaled. Still red in
the face, he opened the refrigerator looking for food.

Mary examined the round tight ass as the teenager bent forward. Nice ham hocks,
she thought and then looked away as the mother turned to her.

"Nothing here to eat" Ryan was saying to his mother.

"Well there's some leftover brussel sprouts" his mother offered, still walking
to the table where Mary sat.

"Ugh, God and they're going to stay left over," Ryan replied still looking.

"I like Pizza," Mary stated, "Do you like pizza Ryan?"

The mother excused herself to pee, promising a quick return.

Ryan did not look up, still hard and embarrassed.

"Uh, Yeah."

"What's your favorite topping?" Mary inquired innocently.

"Pepperoni," he replied looking up over the door.

"I like sausage, tasty, succulent. It just melts in my mouth," she said her
white teeth coming together, cleaving the imaginary morsel.

Ryan's face reddened again and he ducked beneath the door.

"Perhaps you could have your pizza and I could have your sausage some night?"

"Uh, what?" he asked looking back up over the door. Ryan was sure he
misunderstood.

"You could have your pizza and I could have sausage," Mary said, drawing deeply
on her cigarette.

Ryan was embarrassed yet again. He had misunderstood. He had thought Mary was
coming on to him and it was just his teenage libido. Mary was a looker. She had
soft, brown, shoulder-length hair, piercing blue eyes and a sexy curvaceous
figure. He began to smile and then laugh,

"I thought you said, YOUR sausage."

Mary seemed to reflect, then said, "You could have your pizza and I could have
your sausage."

"Yeah," Ryan said continuing to laugh, "that's what I thought you said."

Mary's lips pouted, "I'd have to cut it off first. Before I eat it."

Ryan stopped laughing and his mother re-entered the room.

"What was the laughing about?" she inquired.

"Oh Alice, we were talking about food," Mrs. Finley responded innocently.

"What was so funny about that?"

"Ryan said he would deliver just the pizza topping to my house." Mary replied
arching her eyebrows and looking at Ryan.

Alice laughed. "That wouldn't be much of a meal."

Mary laughed as well. "Yes I'd be so hungry I'd probably eat the delivery boy."

Alice laughed even harder at this. "Hear that Ryan? You'd better not deliver
anything to Mary's house."

The laughter dwindled and the mother regarded Mary more seriously.

"You know I heard that there was some type of cannibal or something in a city
in this very state."

"Really?" Mary seemed disinterested and continued to glance at Ryan.

"It's not in the newspapers or anything like that. I heard it from a friend.
The police were investigating the disappearance of some men and some teenagers
as well I think."

Mary just nodded, drawing on her cigarette. Alice leaned in closer.

"It seems that a woman, or they think it's a woman, was luring men to her house
and they would just turn up missing."

Mary seemed disinterested.

"Well, they sent a detective to investigate and all the men had, for some
reason or other gone to this woman's house."

"So?" Mary asked, clearly bored.

"Sooo, the detective also disappears."

"Really?" Mary replied, trying to appear interested.

"Then when he doesn't report back, they send a couple of cars to the house and
the woman is gone too."

"Did they find any bodies? Maybe the woman was killed too." Mary offered.

"No but the weird thing was the house had this HUGE kitchen. With a HUGE oven.
They said it looked like you could cook a whole person in one. And all the
utensils were the VERY best"

"Yeah what a loss" Mary reflected aloud.

"What?" Alice asked startled.

"I was just joking," Mary caught herself.

"The poor woman had to leave all that behind."

Alice sat back. "Oh, Mary! You say the funniest things! Yeah! (laughing). She
had to leave so fast she left the roast in the oven."

Alice continued to laugh with tears forming.

Ryan stared at the two women.

"No, seriously, Mary, I have heard that there are places in the world where
women EAT their men. I read about it in National Geographic. They actually
breed them and fatten them up and then slaughter them. The men are all
vegetarians and the women are the only ones who eat meat."

"Are you sure it was National Geographic?" Mary asked, "Not Gourmet?"

"Yes, I'm(laughing). Oh Mary you are sooo funny."

Mary meanwhile had slipped one arm under the table and while Ryan stood next to
the table, grabbed his still hard cock. Ryan jerked in surprise and tried to
pull away but found Mary's grip too strong. She had not even looked up at him
but instead regarded the laughing mother. Keeping her grip with her fingers,
she began to massage the shaft with her thumb.

With her free hand, Mary brought the cigarette to her lips and drew deeply.
This time when she exhaled she blew the smoke into Ryan's face. He coughed.
There was something odd about the smell. It did not smell like tobacco.

He tried to pull away but could not. His member was now fully erect and pushing
out the nylon shorts. He was terrified his mother would see.

His mother had been laughing and happened to turn her head to miss the action.
She turned back at the cough.

"Ryan are you getting a cold?"

"He needs cough medicine." Mary observed, tightening her grip on his cock.

Then in a lightning fast move, shifted her grip to his balls. These she
squeezed even harder, choking his response.

"My goodness," his mother observed, "You're all flushed. And I can tell you're
choking, trying to cough something up. I do think you need medicine."

"I have some at my house, a special prescription medicine. Perhaps I could
bring it over tomorrow?" Mary offered, releasing her grip.

Ryan began breathing faster to catch his breath. He was in pain but despite
that or because of it, horny as hell. He coughed some more for effect.

"Hey mom, *cough* I could pick it up tonight *cough*. You know how hard it is
to get to see a doctor."

Alice considered for a moment. "Mary are you sure you don't mind? You don't
need it?"

"No it was for my husband."

"Oh I'm so sorry. He died didn't he?"

"At the Independence Day barbecue," Mary replied.

"Oh I am sure you miss him terribly" Alice offered.

"I have some fond memories of him" Mary replied, running her tongue over her
teeth. "He left me very satisfied. I have some fine leather goods from him."

"Then it wasn't unexpected?"

"Not by me" Mary observed.

Alice nodded her head knowingly. "He couldn't accept it then. You knew he was
going but he couldn't face it."

"Yes, right up to our last meal together. I prepared the most delicious,
succulent roast. Barbecued slowly over coals for several hours."

"Oh and the poor dear couldn't eat"

"Uh no, I was the only one eating. I'm afraid I put on a bit of weight then,"
Mary continued cupping her breast in her hand.

"Yes, yes," Alice nodded, knowingly, eyes closed. "Stress will do that to a
person."

Ryan watched Mary's hand pressing against her soft, yielding flesh. The breast
jiggled, enticing him. He desperately wanted to grab it. His eyes moved to her
cleavage and he stared.

"RYAN" Alice admonished him with a hard look. "Why don't you go up and take a
shower. You're all sweaty."

Ryan walked out, embarrassed again. He took a long hot shower and tried to get
Mrs. Finley out of his mind. He couldn't. He kept imagining going to her house
and making wild passionate love. Of course, he had never done this before but
he had seen plenty of movies. He would just grab her and kiss her and then
things would happen of their own accord. He hoped she was sophisticated enough
to handle him. He did not want a relationship, he reflected. He just wanted to,
well, fuck her. Frequently. The smoking bothered him, though. He would have to
ask her not to. Or at least to brush her teeth before they did stuff. Yeah,
this was going to be great. He would go over there tonight and lose his
virginity. But he had to be back before his mother got suspicious.

There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Ryan, RYAN," his mother screamed, "Are
you going to spend all day in there?" Ryan pulled himself out of his reverie
and partly opened the door.

"My goodness, Ryan. You're not even in your clothes yet," Alice reprimanded,
"Get dressed and get over to Mary's house and pick up that medicine. She said
she would wait a while but she had a big dinner planned. So I don't want you to
keep her waiting."

"Uh -- okay," Ryan started to shut the door, "Hey mom after, uh, getting the
medicine *cough* I'm going to go to Steven's house."

"Again tonight? You were there last night."

"He needs some help with his homework and, uh his mom's making us dinner."

"Well, nice of you to let me know. It's a good thing I haven't started it here
yet." Alice said walking away.

Ryan ran into his room and quickly put on some clothes. His heart was pounding.
His mouth arid, fantasizing about Mrs. Finley's breast. Maybe he would pretend
to trip and fall forward

He was down the stairs and almost out the door when his mother called. He
stopped, rolling his eyes. Here it comes he thought.

"Ryan, maybe you should bring some money and offer to pay for the medicine,"
his mother suggested.

Ryan, who had feared his outing dashed, brightened. "Hey what if I bring her a
bottle of wine?"

"Oh, that's silly... no wait. It was her poor late husband's medicine. That's
probably a good idea. But just get the Clos Du Bois, not the expensive stuff."

Ryan went into the basement, grabbed the wine and went out the back so his
mother could not stop him again. This was perfect, he thought. Here I am
heading to Mary's house (he could call her Mary now because he was going to
fuck her) and I have a bottle of wine. As he started the car he imagined a
candle light dinner. Just Mary and him. He imagined trying to pull the cork out
of the wine and having trouble. And just right now he was having trouble
starting the car.

Ryan rang the doorbell and wait anxiously. He should have waited a few moments
more. He had practically run over here when the car would not start. A good two
miles in the heat and he was sweating again. He still did not have his breath
back. He tried breathing deeper and faster so that he could speak normally when
Mary opened the door. He was anxious to look relaxed. Yes he was used to this.
He always fucked his mom's friends. Jeez, just the thought started his heart
pounding anew. Mary was taking her time, though and his breath came back. He
hesitated; perhaps she had not heard the bell. Should he ring it again? He did
not want to appear overanxious. Which of course, he was. He was just reaching
to ring again when he heard her hand at the door.

"Ryan! What a surprise," Mary said opening the door . Ryan was confused. "Uh,
my mom said to come right over."

He felt stupid. He was losing his cool. Her appearance did not help. Mary was
ravishing. She had touched up her make up, her full red lips glistening, eye
shadow accenting her already hypnotic blue eyes. She wore a clinging dark red
silk dress with a plunging neckline. It sensuously accented each curve, barely
restraining her hungry breasts. An intoxicating perfume filled his nostrils.
Her mouth seemed to move in slow motion, white teeth gradually appearing as
full red lips parted, leisurely chewing.

He was pulled out of his trance and almost off his feet as Mary's strong grip
pulled him inward. She got him into the foyer and slammed the door. Ryan
struggled to keep his footing and the wine he was holding.

"Umm, wine to go with dinner, how thoughtful of you Ryan." Mary smiled.

"Uh, yeah," Ryan managed, recovering, "It was my idea."

That was stupid, damn. He thought. He sounded like an idiot.

"Why don't you sit down," Mary suggested indicating the living room couch.

She took the bottle of wine and disappeared into the kitchen.

Ryan sat, idly looking over the room and noticed the pack of cigarettes on the
coffee table. I hope she doesn't light up, he thought. I don't think I'll be
able to kiss her and then I'll have trouble getting to first base. What brand
was that anyway, he wondered, looking closer. He had never seen the logo.

Mary reentered the room and Ryan pulled his head back. She held two large
glasses of white wine . "Wow," Ryan remarked, "That was fast."

"Ryan, this is MY wine, which I had already poured. I have not opened the other
bottle yet." Mary explained.

"Oh," Ryan squeaked, feeling stupid again. "Then you had TWO glasses ready?"

Mary smiled, and almost sat on him. Her thigh pushed against his, her face
kissing close. Ryan decided this was the moment and leaned in to kiss her. Mary
brought up the wineglass in front of him.

"Always marinate with wine," she remarked waiting for him to take the glass.

He hesitated. He hadn't really drunk wine like this before. This was, well,
sophisticated. He slowly took a sip.

"So," Mary continued, "Did you bring some sausage for dinner?"

An electric thrill ran up Ryan's thigh. Mary's red fingernail dug into his
flesh and traced its way upward under his shorts. His mouth dried and he took
another large gulp of wine. He stared into those hypnotic azure eyes and
watched as helpless as a deer in headlights as Mary's mouth slowly opened.

"Oooh, what's this?" Mary asked as her hand reached his cock.

She began to massage his already hard penis as she leaned into him. Ryan looked
into her waiting mouth, past the red glistening lips into darkness. He wanted
to be in her so badly. He forced his eyes away, downward. The red silk just
barely restrained her sumptuous breasts, the deep dark cleavage as hypnotic and
inviting as the prior darkness. His head spun. Her perfume was cloying, making
him lightheaded and dizzy. He needed to breathe, to pull back.

Mary moved confidently. She could see the wine taking effect. Her victim sat
passive, awaiting his fate. She smiled.

"You need more wine," she said pouring her glass into his.

He numbly complied allowing her to tilt the glass into his mouth. The wine was
finished in a few short gulps. She took the glass from his hand and set it on
the table.

Ryan stared forward unmoving, almost paralyzed. Mary reached over to the pack
of cigarettes on the table, took one out and casually lit it. She inhaled
deeply while examining her prey.

"You know Ryan, I like teenage boys," she said blowing smoke to the ceiling. "I
love their soft, succulent meat. Did you know that you can barbecue the meat
for hours and it doesn't dry out? Would you like to know what comes next?"

Ryan didn't reply.

"Well, I'm going to open the wine you were so kind enough to bring so it can
breath. Then I'll come back and get you so we can begin dinner preparations."
Mary rose and walked into the kitchen.

Ryan, now unable to move or even clear his head, remained waiting, helpless.
Mary's voice echoed in his head. What was she talking about eating meat eating
him? He had to get out of here. Mary was not serious of course, he knew that.
But he was scared and wanted to leave. If he could just get to the door while
she was away. But his body would not obey him. It would not stand. In a few
moments, Mary would come back and then what? Maybe she WAS going to cut off his
penis. He was beginning to panic.

Mary returned. The boy was sweating but sitting still on the couch. Ahhh, good,
she thought. A little terror made things more fun. She liked talking to her
meat as she prepared it. It was fun to watch their frightened eyes as she
described her kitchen rituals.

She walked over to the couch and grabbed Ryan's shirt with one hand. With a
quick jerk she pulled him off the couch and tucked him under her arm. She
easily carried him Ryan noted in his stupor-a strength he had not imagined.
Mary was smoking while she walked not looking at the meat to be.

She entered the kitchen and plopped him unceremoniously on the counter. She
took another drag on her cigarette.

"Well, Ryan," She said sweeping her arm, "this is my kitchen. How do you like
it?"

Then she leaned close to his face. "I hope you do like it. It's the last thing
your going to see in this life."

She leaned back to watch her words take effect. Ah, good the frightened eyes,
the tears were starting to form. She liked it when they resisted their fate a
bit. When they didn't want to become part of her. It made them all the tastier.

She walked over to another counter and retrieved a bowl. "See, I've already
prepared your stuffing. Ryan, I've been waiting to sink my teeth into your meat
for a long time and I am going to thoroughly enjoy eating every morsel. First
we have to get these silly clothes off."

Mary produced a knife and with a few quick strokes sliced Ryan's clothes.

"There!" she said happily and then stared at his penis, "Oh just look at that,"
she rolled her eyes, "I don't know if I can wait while the rest of you cooks.
I'm going to have to microwave that sausage and eat it while I wait."

She looked Ryan in the eyes. "You don't mind if I snack before dinner, do you?
I promise it won't spoil my appetite."

She expertly massaged him to hardness. "There. Ready for pruning." Mary looked
into Ryan's terrified eyes and smiled. "Oh, don't worry, I'm sure you'll be
delicious."

She slowly lifted his sac and began cutting from below. After a few moments she
held up her prize, still full and erect. She looked again at Ryan.

"You DID want to be IN me didn't you?"

Looking below at her work, Mary noticed the bleeding.

"Oh we don't want to waste that. Need it for the gravy."

She put down her prize and picked up the meat carrying it to another counter
with a waiting basting pan.

"There," she said. "Waste not want not. Although there's plenty where you come
from, meat. I'm just going to cook your penis while you baste okay?" she asked
pouting her lips and tilting her head.

She returned to the snack and began sticking cloves into the shaft. Then she
seasoned it lightly with sauce and popped it into the microwave. The kitchen
quickly filled with the aroma of cooking meat and spices.

Mary looked over at Ryan. "Oh that just smells delicious. I just have to take a
bite."

She removed the meat from the microwave and placed it on the counter. With a
fork she cut off the tip and placed it slowly into her mouth. She closed her
eyes as she savored the meat. She held it in her mouth for a moment and then
began to slowly chew his maleness. She swallowed, her throat moving as the meat
passed into her hungry waiting stomach. She picked up the plate with the
remaining cock and balls.

"I'm sorry Ryan. I just have to eat this right now and then we'll get back to
preparing you for my dinner, okay?"

There was no response from the barely conscious "veal".

Mary sat at the dinner table and rapidly consumed the penis and balls between
sips of wine. She found herself scraping the empty plate with her fork.

Umm, this was worth the wait; she thought and reached for her cigarettes. She
took one and lit it while she looked back into the kitchen at the waiting meat.
There was a good deal of work to do but she would do it quickly. She was an
expert at this and had a special convection oven that would cook this meat in
just a couple of hours. She inhaled deeply. That reminded her. She had to save
the brain. Perhaps she should remove it before hand. No, she reflected.
Sometimes the meat staying alive in her oven for an hour or so and she liked
the thought of that. The male would know he was cooking, as she would
occasionally take him out to baste him. Perhaps the males thought she had
changed her mind and would free them She giggled. Males were meat. She could
not imagine them any other way. Although they did make nice leather goods. Like
her late husband did. She ran her hands over her leather bra as she considered
this. A nice man and an even better barbecue. She took another drag from her
cigarette and rose from the table. She stood over the pan, looking down at
Ryan.

"Sorry about the delay," she said to his supine form, exhaling upward. "Your
penis was delicious, just like I said it would be. Do you miss it?" she
regarded his eyes. "Well don't worry you're about to join it. First I going to
core you out and stuff you. Then" she continuing turning, "You're going into
that oven. It's already preheated. Where you'll cook for a few hours. After
that, well, you'll just be part of my body."

Mary took another long drag on her cigarette and walked away. She returned
moments later with a tube-like device that she shoved into Ryan's buttocks.

"This will take care of those nasty innards," she explained patiently. "It's
all automatic and works so well you might survive for quite some time while you
cook."

She smiled at the thought. She hoped he would still be aware of her basting him
at least once while in her oven. She took a fork with a large slab of butter on
it and began to massage it into his flesh. She took her time with this, slowly
moving it back and forth while casually smoking and watching his eyes. Ahh, the
horror was still there. She was sure she could taste this in the meat when she
ate it. After some twenty minutes the preparations were done. She lifted the
pan and carefully slid it into the waiting oven. She watched the dread in the
soon to be dinner's eyes as the pan was pushed inward.

"I'll check on you from time to time, okay?" she said, closing the door.

Mary then picked up the phone. Ryan could still hear bits of the conversation:

"Alice, yes, it's Mary. Well, no that's why I called. He never showed. I could
bring it later No it's no trouble... yeah probably just went to his friend's
house"

After a while the oven door opened and he was slid momentarily out into the
cool kitchen air. Mary leaned over him and smiled. Thank God. He thought, she
finally came to her senses. Then he could feel something brushing him, liquid
running down his torso. She smiled at him again and slid him slowly back into
the hot, humid oven. The smells of cooking meat, his meat, overcame him.

Mary removed the cooked roast from the oven and placed it on a platter. She
quickly took it into the dining room and placed it on the table. While it
cooled a bit, she retrieved some of the cooked vegetables from the roasting pan
and prepared thick brown gravy. She brought these to the table and sat down to
eat. She was famished. Mary cut off an entire ham hock and placed it on her
plate. She devoured it entirely. Mary ate for well over an hour, with
occasional sips of wine to wash down the meat. Looking over her handiwork she
sighed. There was just a skeleton left on the platter. It was always this way
she reflected. No leftovers.

Her stomach was full to almost bursting as she pushed the chair back from the
table. She took a cigarette from her pack and lit it. Smoking languidly, she
patted her full abdomen.

"I knew you'd be a tasty meal, Ryan. You always wanted to be IN me and NOW you
are," she smiled.

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