Kennedy walks through her door, kicks off her shoes after a long day and leans back in a recliner to relax.
After a relaxed sigh she calls, “Boys!” A group of young men, ranging from 16 to 19 years old, climbed up some mini-scaffolding to get up to the recliner. “Hi boys,” Kennedy smiled kindly at them all and then started making a pouty face, “my feet are really aching.” Without hesitation they all ran down the seat of the recliner to her pudgy feet and started rubbing her feet (an impressive feat considering their size). “Ah, what would I do without you boys?” she mused. Then she leaned the seat all the way back, rested her head back, reached to a table next to her and rang a little bell. A pair young men, one being 19 and the other being 17, climbed up the scaffolding. One of them was carrying a wiggling bag on his back. They ran up the chair next to Kennedy’s head, which turned to face them.
“We’ve brought your snacks Miss!” The eldest exclaimed excitedly.
“Mmm – excellent work boys, you get them from the local school?”
“You bet!” The eldest of the boys opened the bag he had on his back and pulled out a young boy, who looked to be about 7 years old and was shaking with fear. The 19 year old said, “Open wide!” With that, Kennedy smiled, closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. The child was tossed into her mouth and she proceeded to suck on him and swallow him whole.
“You didn’t bring one?” Kennedy asked the youngest of the two. As the eldest began to descend down the scaffolding.
“Sorry miss, I wasn’t able to grab anyone before your usual return time, and I didn’t want you to go hungry so I came back myself to feed you.”
“Aw that’s so sweet, pity you couldn’t find anyone though,” the boy looked disappointed in himself. “Aw now don’t look that way,” she placed a finger under his chin and lifted his head up, “I’m sure you’ll be delicious.” The boy smiled, the thought that he could still please Kennedy clearly cheered him up. “Now Jump in!” The young boy gleefully jumped into Kennedy’s open mouth. She savored his tasted and sucked on him like a hard candy.
Kennedy rested her head back once again. She thought of her current situation: feet being massaged by a group of love-struck teenagers, another one in her mouth, and a whole group of men and boys in her belly. This is the life, she thought.
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