A Taste of Reality

A Taste Of Reality

by Angst

Justin was a sophomore at Granger College. At least, Justin was going through the motions of being a college student. He went to his classes, he studied hard, and, like most college students, he wanted to date some of the coeds. But dating was difficult for Justin
He was terribly shy. His parents had divorced and left him to live with an older sister whom he had never been very close to, anyway. As soon as the opportunity came up to go away to college, he jumped on it. But along with his blue jeans and t-shirts, Justin had
brought with him the emotional baggage of rejection. He had retreated into a fantasy world where he could not be rejected.

It seemed that all the coeds at Granger were beautiful in their own way, but Justin especially liked the girls with perfect tear dropped shaped butts and bright, lovely smiles. He loved to watch them plant their shapely butts down on chair seats and he imagined he was the seat they were sitting on. If he were a chair seat, he thought, they would sit on his face and think nothing of it. Even the most beautiful and aloof girls in school would plop their bottoms on him. If he was .being used as a chair, he could not be rejected because that was his perceived purpose—to sit on.

And then there was the food—their food. He watched them sink their teeth into food, chew it up, swallow it into their tummies and allow it to become a part of them. Justin created a fantasy world where it was perfectly acceptable for women to use him as something to sit on. Then they would sink their lovely white teeth into him and eat him alive. Justin was aware of what seemed to be an incredible irony in life. Human beings are forced to go through elaborate social rituals—dating rituals, marriage rituals—where people choose each other on the basis of physical attraction, social status, material gain and then stick it all under the general heading of romantic love. And only then, after you’ve passed all the rigorous standards, are you allowed to fulfill a human need for physical intimacy. While at the same time an inanimate object like a chair or food is perceived to have the singular function of being touched closely, used maybe, but still touched closely. Society had brought him up to believe that he was better than just a chair, that he was better than just food. If that were true, then why did those things have immediate uncensored access to a woman’s body and he didn’t.

Once, in spite of his shyness—or maybe because of it—an attractive coed asked him out. She was very outgoing and had the ability to put anyone at ease. They had a pretty good time. They had gone to a movie involving cannibalism. Justin asked her if she would like to stop somewhere for a bite. She said sure. Then on impulse Justin said: "unless you’d rather bite me." The girl playfully said: "Sure. I’ll bite you." She bit him on the arm.
Then Justin said: "Would you like to eat me?" She just laughed and said: "No. I prefer hamburger." Justin knew she thought he was kind of weird and that they would never go out again. After Justin got home he looked at his arm. He looked at the row of teeth marks, six across and arranged in a crescent. She had bitten him kind of hard, but she hadn’t drawn blood. It had hurt of course. He wondered how much more painful it would have been if she had actually taken a bite out of him!

Justin had found several cannibal sites on the internet. He posted messages on them in hopes of finding a girl who would role play eating him alive. It sounded exciting. Finally, someone named Jennifer posted a message that she wanted to chat with him. She left her e-mail address and a suggested time. This is going to be fun, thought Justin. When they stated to chat Justin found out that Jennifer was 38. She was blonde, natural not bottle,
and most people found her attractive. Justin typed: "Would you like to role play?" She replied: "No. I’m not much into role playing." Justin typed: "Then what do you want?" The woman typed back: "I want to eat you alive. Isn’t that what you want?" Justin thought: this cannot be true. She’s role playing right now. No one wants to really eat someone alive. ‘C’mon…" typed Justin. ‘You don’t want to eat me alive, not really."
Jennifer typed back: "It’s true, Justin. I would love to bite into you and eat you alive, if that’s what you really want." Justin remembered he had put something about the "chair" part of his fantasy in the message so he asked her about it. Jennifer typed: "Sure. We’ll lay you down on our couch and plop out butts all over you." "We?" Justin typed. "Yes," typed Jennifer, "My friend Kelly—she’s my age—would also love to sit on your face and eat you. Kelly has brown hair and eyes. She’s very lovely. She used to do some modeling."

This role playing is cool, thought Justin. So he typed: "Will you really use me for your couch and will you really eat me alive?" Jennifer typed back; " Kelly and I are both about 5-7 and 130 lbs. We’ll probably squish you when we sit on you. But we won’t smother you to death, because we want you to be alive when we start eating you." Justin was getting hard at the thought of these women doing those things to him. His cock pressed against his jeans, so he unzipped them and it flopped out. It started oozing cum when he discovered that Jennifer lived in the same city as he. Justin typed: "You’re really good at this role playing." Jennifer replied:"Role playing? We’re serious about eating you alive."

Now the sexual excitement Justin had been feeling was mixed with terror. Jennifer sounded like she was serious. The problem was that he couldn’t be sure. Some people are really good at role playing. It could still be a game. But when Jennifer suggested they meet somewhere in public, where it was safe, and he could decide for himself if he wanted to go through with it he couldn’t stop himself from typing:"Sure . Why not."

Jennifer suggested they meet at a restaurant they were both familiar with. It was famous for it’s barbecued chicken. She suggested they meet on a weeknight about 9:00 when it wasn’t so busy and they could talk. Justin was beginning to feel that there was some kind of dark destiny leading him on. When you consider the chances of meeting two women on world wide web who happen to live in the same city and say they want to eat him alive! The odds were astounding. He had reserved the table for 8:30. He wanted to arrive early so he could watch them come in—if they came in. There was one table in particular that they were both familiar with. It was kind of concealed behind some planters and offered some privacy. He sat there drinking coffee, his hands trembling in anticipation.

It was about 9:15. There were plenty of people leaving the restaurant but not may coming in. There were two women clear across by a far wall, but they were engaged in conversation and didn’t look his way. The woman facing away from him had brown hair and the most beautiful butt he’d ever seen firmly planted on a chair. By 9:30 he decided this had all been a cruel mind game. Be got up to leave. But just then the two women across the room got up and started walking his way. He sat back down and watched them walk elegantly towards him. Their movements were smooth and relaxed, like a cat.
They were beautiful. One woman had golden blonde hair that reached to mid back. She had it tied back with barrettes. She had large green eyes and she was wearing a short black skirt that rose to several inches above her tanned knees. The other woman had full, shoulder length, chestnut brown hair and brown eyes to match. She was wearing a low cut white dress that hugged her hips and showed off her lovely bottom. Justin had an immediate vision of her sitting that gorgeous rear end down on his face. He started to get hard.

"Hi…Are you Justin?" The blonde woman smiled and offered her hand. Justin forced a smile and took her hand. He was trying to conceal the woody that was pressing to get out again. "I’m Jennifer, she said. "And this is Kelly." Then Kelly took his hand. ‘Pleased to eat you-uh-meet you," said Kelly. Justin gulped. "Relax, sweety," said Jennifer. "We’re not going to bite you…not yet." A waitress came over with some menus . Said Jennifer: "Let’s get some of this delicious chicken inside us." She looked straight at Justin and licked her lips. "I’m hungry."

They ordered some chicken. The two women made a point of eating it as seductively as possible. They would look straight at Justin with a strange kind of hunger in their eyes. He felt uncomfortable, even embarrassed. They parted their lovely lipsticked mouths, bared their sharp white teeth, then they would open their mouths wider than necessary to put in a piece of chicken, chomp down and tear off the meat like an animal devouring its prey. This was some sales pitch, thought Justin. Very persuasive. "Just think," said Jennifer as she bit into a drumstick. "If you let us eat you, this could be you…Of course, the chicken doesn’t know its getting bit into…but you will."

"Well…" said Justin, trying to calm the bulge in his pants that was threatening to break out and cling to one of the planters like some thick depraved vine. "…You ladies appear to be serious about eating me alive. But I’m sure you’ll understand my reluctance in believing you. Why would you want to eat a man alive? Why wouldn’t you want to cook him first like they do in the cannibal movies?"

"Who knows where these things come from," said Jennifer. "The stories you here when your a kid, maybe. But I remember when I was a little girl I used to bite my playmates. I got in trouble for it, of course. But that just made me want to bite them more." Kelly added: "Me too. Jennifer and I met when we were both taking a night course in anthropology. We both got turned on when we studied cannibalism in some cultures. But the old stereotype of cannibals sitting around watching someone cook in a pot just didn’t seem to be what we wanted. Then we got to talking about what it would feel like to bite into a man while he’s alive and screaming…to have complete power over a man and treat him like a piece of meat without feelings." She chewed noisily on the chicken. Then Jennifer added: "To be relieved of the last vestiges of social constraint. To de-humanize a man to the level of being food for our bodies." Justin was really growing intrigued with these women. "But you ladies don’t seem that vicious," he remarked. "People usually aren’t what they appear to be," said Jennifer. "We all wear masks to keep society placated, but deep down, we’re all just animals." Then Kelly added: "You might want to ask our X’s how vicious we are." "You were married?" asked Justin. "Both divorced ,"said Jennifer. ‘I guess our sex games got to be too much for them." They both chuckled.

"But let’s get back to you," said Jennifer. "We don’t want to eat you unless you’re willing. We’ve interviewed a couple of men who thought they wanted to be eaten alive, but they didn’t pass the test."
"Test?" said Justin.
"A little test Kelly and I devised to help a man decide if he wants to be eaten alive. We’ll tell you more about that later." "I don’t know," said Justin. So what about sitting on me?"
"We’d love to sit on your face, Justin," said Kelly. "We’ll lay you down on our couch,face up, then plop our butts all over you…your face, your chest, we’ll treat your whole body as something to sit on." The thought of Kelly lowering her gorgeous butt down on his face really excited him. Kelly knew she was getting him aroused. Under the table she lifted her legs up and planted them across his lap. His stiff member responded to the touch and he oozed cum into his underwear.

Jennifer laid a gentle hand over his. "Justin," she said softly. "We know that you’ve probably fantasized about women doing these things to you all your life. But fantasy and reality are two separate things. In fantasy you control the outcome…But in reality we will control the outcome." Justin added: "Which is…" His voice trailed off. "Death…" Jennifer squeezed his hand. "Well you can’t expect to continue being Justin, after we eat you. You’ll become a part of our bodies. The reality is that some of you will end up in the toilet. Our bodies will burn some of you for fuel. And some of you will become part of our flesh, our hair, our nails…who knows." Justin looked away. "The reality is—look at me, Justin—the reality is that getting you into our tummies is going to be hard on you. You will experience unimaginable pain and there will be a lot of blood. We can give you some painkiller, but it will still hurt like hell." Justin felt sick to his stomach. He knew there was quite a difference between fantasy and reality, but something inside him kept urging him on.. They talked awhile longer then went together to the parking lot. Jennifer said; "I know you have mixed feelings about doing this, so it’s time for the test."
"What kind of test." said Justin. "Give me your arm, Justin," Jennifer said sternly.
"W-why?" he stammered . "I think you know what I’m going to do," she said softly.
Justin rolled up his sleeve and offered her his arm. She took his arm and slowly raised it to her mouth. "Are you ready?" she whispered. Justin nodded. She opened her mouth and sank her teeth hard into his forearm. Pain shot through his entire arm. Reflexively, he jerked his arm back but she gripped it with her hands and bit down even harder. When she finally withdrew her mouth, blood oozed from the bite marks. She licked it off. "Mmm," she said. "…Hurts, doesn’t it." "Sure does," said Justin, his voice quivering. "You bite hard." "I could have easily taken a bite out of you," said Jennifer. ‘Kelly and I have sharp teeth and we do jaw exercises." They turned to walk away. "Justin, think about the reality of us eating you alive then tell us what you decide." As they were walking away, he heard Jennifer tell Kelly: "I wanted to take a bite out of him so bad."

Justin went back to his tiny room. He looked at the bite wound in his forearm. It still oozed a little blood, and it was stinging and starting to turn purple. He cleaned it up and put some ointment on it. Then he bandaged it—mainly to avoid curious questions. He was glad he’d gotten a tetanus booster recently. He thought of the pain when Jennifer had bitten him and tried to multiply it in his mind. Two beautiful women biting into him again and again, tearing flesh from his body, chewing it up and swallowing it into theirs. But the trouble with trying to imagine pain is that the mind does not accept it. The result is a softening of what would actually be. The idea of Jennifer and Kelly sitting their lovely butts down on top of him, engulfing him, and then literally gobbling him up alive excited him. But what a price to pay for it. Death. His very existence. It was a price he wasn’t ready to pay.

One night he got an idea. What if he let the women take a couple bites out of him but not enough to kill him? Then he could nurse the wounds and so on. He called Jennifer with his proposal. "Sorry," said Jennifer. "Kelly and I have already discussed that. If you’re going to be our meat were going to eat you, not just pick at you.. We’re going to keep eating you until you die and even after. We’ll cut you up,put you in the freezer and eat the rest of you for future meals." "How long do you think I could possibly live when you start taking bites out of me?" He asked her. Jennifer told him that she and Kelly had studied anatomy and they knew where to bite into him to avoid hitting major vessels. She told him he could probably live even as long as an hour before he went into shock and bled to death. "Sorry, Justin," she told him. "Thanks for the offer of a snack, but it’s all or nothing." Those ladies sure know what they want, thought Justin. He wished he did.

A week went by. He had all but decided against doing it for real. Some things are better left in fantasy. One beautiful Fall afternoon he went to the park. He gazed at the colorful leaves changing and felt the cool breeze. He felt more alive than he had in years. Things may have stayed that way if it hadn’t been for the girls. He was sitting on a bench relaxing with his eyes closed when he heard giggles. He opened his eyes just as two beautiful blonde girls he’d seen around college walked by. They had an apple they were sharing, chatting and giggling. Each girl took a big bite out of it and passed it back and forth. He was practically invisible to them, but they were sure paying attention to the apple. There it was again. That terrible irony that seemed to follow him around like an albatross. Justin wanted to be the apple. He wanted them to lift him to their beautiful faces, bite into him and chew him up for a one way trip into their bodies. From that moment on, Justin knew that he would do anything to bring his fantasies into reality.
Most of the time, he had inserted coeds from school into his fictional world. But Jennifer and Kelly were beautiful, sexy women. If he couldn’t have lovely coeds eating him, they would have to do. So he dropped out of school, told his sister he was going to tour Europe to think things through, and presented himself to the front door of the medium sized secluded lake home where Jennifer and Kelly lived.

Jennifer answered the door. She did not smile. Her voice and manner was businesslike, as if she were an employer informing a new employee of his duties. She took and arm and led him over to a couch where Kelly took his other arm. Two leather straps had been inserted into he couch, and two coils of nylon rope lay beside it. "Justin," said Jennifer. "By coming here you have abandoned any resemblance to a human being. We will neither think of you as human nor treat you like one. You will be secured with ropes and straps to the couch, and you will experience the rest of today and tonight as a couch. During that time you we will use your body and face as a butt cushion. You will be sat on without mercy, but you will not be smothered to death. We will also bite you whenever we so desire—call them practice bites if you want. Because tomorrow we will bring you into the kitchen and quite literally eat you alive. No matter how much you beg for mercy you will not receive any. To us you will be just a delicious hunk of meat.We will eat you raw and alive without the use of any utensils other than our mouths and teeth."

Justin knew that he could change his mind and run out, but he’d gotten so turned on listening to Jennifer, he allowed them to tear off his clothes and tie him down to the couch. After he was secured to the couch he realized he had probably made a big mistake. But it was too late now. He was totally in their power. Kelly was wearing a short white A-line dress that showed off her tanned smooth legs. She had on high heeled sandals. Jennifer had on a short pleated pink skirt. Justin’s dick hardened in anticipation. Jennifer loomed over him and looked down at him with indifference. She turned around and sat down on his chest and crossed her legs. She had put her whole weight—130 pounds—on top of him. He was having trouble breathing. Then Kelly stood over him. ‘He makes a lovely couch cushion," Jennifer told her. "Good," said Kelly. "Since you’re a couch cushion," she told him. "You won’t mind if I sit on your face." She turned her back to him, took the hem of her dress and started to sit down. When she had descended to about a foot from his face, she took the hem of her dress and whirled it over his face. Justin drank in the beauty of the white pantied globes of her butt while she poised a moment then sat down full on his face. "Yes. I see what you mean," she told Jennifer. "It’s nice having a face to sit on." Now Justin couldn’t breathe at all. Jennifer’s butt covered his chest and Kelly’s ass had completely enveloped his face. Kelly crossed her legs, and Justin could tilt one eye and gaze the upper part of the leg that was atop the other. But his nose and mouth had been sealed by the weight of her butt. He knew that if she sat there much longer he would suffocate. And Kelly knew it too. After about a minute she got up and Justin gasped for air. But he only got a few deep breaths in before Jennifer swiveled her hips and lowered her own bottom to his face. She lightly touched his nose with her pink panties then settled her full weight on him. Then, with Jennifer still sitting on his face, Kelly sat down on his cock. "Are you having a heavy day, Justin?" She quipped. Justin thought: Yeah, that’s the truth. He had envisioned women doing this many times in fantasy, but in real life the weight of even nice-figured women was more than he could have imagined. When both women finally got up he felt relieved. The telephone rang and Jennifer answered it. "Yes. He’s here, Amy…How did cheerleading practice go? That’s good…Are you on your way home now?…No, honey…We’re not going to eat him till tomorrow…no…I promise…we won’t start eating him with out you. But it is tempting. He looks delicious. He might have a few teeth marks in him when you get home." Jennifer took the cordless phone and stood above Justin. "He makes a fun couch, too." She sat down on his face. "I’m sure you’re going to love sitting on him…okay, bye hon. Drive carefully…See you when you get home." Justin had a million questions but he couldn’t speak because he was still engulfed in Jennifer’s butt. The contrast of a mother talking lovingly to her daughter at the same time crushing his face with her butt excited Justin. But who the hell was Amy? She hadn’t told him she had a daughter. But he guessed he hadn’t asked. Jennifer was telling Kelly: "Amy is worried that we might start eating him before she gets home." Kelly laughed. "It’s tempting," she chuckled. Then Jennifer shifted her butt to a position high on his chest. She crossed her legs and one butt cheek rested against his chin and mouth. She raised her skirt and Justin gazed up the contour of her torso, up her lovely breasts and under her chin. She was messing with her hair. She undid the barrette, put it in her mouth, and some strands of lustrous blonde hair hung over his face. Then she gathered up the hair and redid the barrette. She peered down at him and said: "We didn’t tell you about Amy because she attends Granger college, the same as you did before you became our-um-house guest. But she knows who you are, and she’s been licking her lips ever since she found out we were having you for d.inner. She’s 19…same as you. Do you like surprises, Justin?" Then she realized he couldn’t speak. "Oh, she said. "I guess I’m sitting on your mouth. I’m getting so use to using you for a butt cushion…" She got up and Justin took a few deep breaths of relief. Kelly knelt down, her sexy, dark toned face next to his. Her huge brown eyes opened wide and she licked her lips. Then she licked his lips. "Amy is going to want to eat those delicious lips of yours," she said. "Unless I can beat her to them." She opened her mouth wide and bit down on his mouth, but not hard enough to eat him. "You are going to be so delicious, yummy boy," she said. Then Jennifer bent down and bit his shoulder. "Mmm," she moaned. "It’s nothing personal, Justin," she said. "You just look so scrumptious I could eat you up." She sank her teeth into his breast. "If you think that hurts…wait till tomorrow when I really bite you."

Justin was excited with the vision of a pretty college cheerleader sitting on him and eating him alive. His dick was rock hard when there was a noise at the front door. Amy came in. She had on her gold and black cheerleading uniform. The skirt came half way up her shapely legs. She had blonde hair that she kept back with barrettes, like her mother. In fact, Justin thought, she looked like a younger version of her mother. Amy tossed her pom poms on the floor and said casually: "Hi mom." Jennifer and Kelly were looking over their C.D. collection. "Hi, hon," said Jennifer. "Have you noticed the new modification to the couch?" Amy came up to where Justin was laying. Her knees came to just slightly above his face. He gazed up the length of her tanned thighs as she stood there a moment. "Yeah, " she said with curious disinterest. Then she raised one leg and laid the calf of it across Justin’s face. "Mom, do you think my summer tan is fading?" she said. She looked at her leg a moment. Then Amy put her leg back down. She leaned over with her back to him and put her hand on his stiff member. Her round, red-pantied bottom poised a foot or so above his face, then she sat down heavily on his face. Justin couldn’t believe what was happening. He had seen Amy doing cheers at the games. He had many fantasies about her sitting on his face and eating him alive. But this was real. The same college cheerleader had inserted into a fictional fantasy world was actually sitting on his face, and would probably eat him alive later. And as it was with Jennifer and Kelly, though Amy had a great figure the actual weight of her on his face was more than he had imagined. He heard Jennifer tell Amy; "Don’t keep your fanny on his face too much longer, hon. It only takes a few minutes to suffocate him. We want to keep him alive till tomorrow." "But mom," Amy whined. He’s only a couch cushion. Can’t I just sit on him?" "Of course you can, honey, that’s what he’s here for—at least today. But we all agreed we wanted to eat him alive and he won’t be for long if you keep sitting on his face." Amy finally got up. Justin felt light headed and faint from oxygen deprivation. He gasped air into his lungs, but his chest hurt from being previously sat on. Justin was beginning to realize how miserable he was. He was laying in one position. He couldn’t move. His head hurt and his nose had been squashed. Each place he had been bitten was sore. So, Justin began to rationalize. Maybe they weren’t really going to eat him. Maybe this was an elaborate BDSM scene that they had staged to teach him a lesson. He had read about BDSM scenes. The slave always had a safe word, a mutually agreed on word to use when things got out of hand.
"So…What should we use for a safe word?" Justin asked. The women broke into loud laughter—as if it was the most absurd thing they’d ever heard. "Our dinner wants a safe word," said Kelly. "Okay how about-um- how about ‘bite me harder’—oh, I guess that’s three words." The women had a great time with that one, and Justin realized that there was no way out of his situation. He was going to be tortured with their butts the rest of the night. Tomorrow he would be bitten to death while they ate him. Amy looked to see if Jennifer and Kelly were still looking at CD’s. She was up to something, thought Justin. Then Amy put her mouth around his cock and bit down. He let out a hideous scream. Jennifer whirled around. "Amy!" She removed her mouth. "Aw, mom…Why can’t we eat him right now? I’m hungry." Jennifer rushed over, grabbed Amy by the shoulder and pulled her away. "We’re all anxious to eat Justin," she said. "But we’re going to wait till tomorrow, so he can be properly prepared, like Steve."

Steve, thought Justin. Now who the hell is Steve? "I thought you said I was the first?" said Justin. "Silly boy," said Amy. "Steve?" said Justin. "You mean that football player that disappeared a year ago…You mean you…Did You…" "Steve didn’t disappear,’ said Amy. "He was right here…" She patted her tummy. "Oh, Steve…" she called. "Where are you Steve?" she patted herself in various places. "He’s here someplace." Then Jennifer said: "Steve was being a bad boy to Amy. So we ate him." "He was delicious," Kelly added. "Yeah," said Amy. "Best Steve I ever ate." The women got a tremendous kick out of relating Steve’s demise. "We tried to eat him alive," said Jennifer. "But Amy bit his cock off and he bled to death before we could get any more live bites of him." "Yeah, said Amy. "Steve thought he was getting a blow job. You should have seen the look on his face when he got a bite job." Jennifer added: We learned a lot from eating Steve. Now we know enough to save the cock for last—too many blood vessels .Now we know just where to bite you. You should be able to watch us eating you for quite awhile."






Justin felt sick to his stomach. Now he was sure this wasn’t a BDSM scene he could walk away from. But he had come there by his own free will. He had presented himself to them to sit on and eat alive. So, what do you expect, he thought. Did he expect them to let him go. These women were real cannibals. They had already eaten at least one man, and know they were going to eat him. He wanted women to perceive him as something to sit on and something to eat. Well, these women were doing exactly that but he couldn’t handle it. It told himself over and over he should have left it in fantasy.

The women were talking about him as if he wasn’t there. "Once you get a taste of live male meat between your teeth," said Jennifer. "To know that you have that much power over them and they can’t get away no matter how much they cry and plead…Isn’t it wonderful." "I love it," said Amy. She knelt down by Justin. "Aren’t you afraid, Justin?" She asked him. Her green eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. Anger was welling up inside him. "What do you think, bitch," he told her. Then Jennifer stomped over to him. "Your in no position to talk to my daughter like that," she warned him. "Sit on him, Amy." "Yes," said Amy. "I guess I’m just going to have to sit on your face some more." The next thing Justin saw was a cheerleader’s skirt going over his face and her round pantied butt descending to his face. Then he groaned under the weight of someone else plopping down on his stomach and cock. Jennifer, probably—though he couldn’t see. Then another butt came down on his legs. All three women were sitting on him, three across. If he were really a couch, he thought. This is what it would be like. But he wasn’t a couch cushion, he thought. He wasn’t an inanimate object, he was a human being and he was really getting squashed. Then Amy said: "You know, mom, I think I have to fart." "Go ahead and fart on him, hon, He’s only a couch cushion. Amy raised her butt up a few inches and Justin’s oxygen deprived lungs gasped for air. But just as he was breathing in, Amy passed gas and he felt faint. It was almost a relief when she sat back down, because then his nostrils were mashed shut under her weight. When they finally got up, his whole body felt like it had been flattened.

Amy was really getting into taunting him. "Let me see, Mr. Dinner," She said. When we eat you tomorrow, what part of you should I eat first? Do you have any preferences, Justin?" Yeah, he had a preference all right. He would prefer they go to a fast food place and let him get the hell out of there. But he didn’t say it. Amy grabbed his cock. ‘I know what part I’d like to eat first. But mom says we have to wait on that delicacy. I think I’ll eat your lips first. Yeah. When I chew them up and swallow them you can kiss my tummy from the inside." Kelly chimed in: "Not if I eat’um first." Justin had a vision of Amy and Kelly both trying to bite into his mouth as if it were a Halloween bobbing apple.

Amy left the room for a few minutes then came back with one of her college text books. She stood over Justin leafing through the book. "There’s something in here I want to show you mom,"she said. She turned around and sat down on Justin’s chest. She crossed her legs and put the book in her lap. "Here it is,’ she said. "Some South Sea island women signal to a man that they want him by going up and biting him." "Jennifer joined Amy by the couch. "That’s interesting." She said. She bent over , looking down at the book, her butt and legs hovered to the side of Justin’s head. "Are they cannibals? Do they eat them?" She nudged Amy’s arm with her hips. "Scooch over, hon." Amy moved over atop his cock and stomach. Then Jennifer swiveled her hips and sat on his face. The couch groaned under the added weight, as did Justin. How could a 130 lb. Woman be so heavy, he thought. It wasn’t like this in fantasy. They kept their butts firmly planted on him, as if he wasn’t there. They continued to talk "No, I don’t think they eat them…"said Amy. "But it’s considered a symbol of sexual prowess when a man has many bite marks on him." He heard Kelly say: "They should eat ‘um. They don’t know what they’re missing." Once again Justin was getting crushed under their fannies, but Jennifer and Amy continued to sit on him while they talked. Amy said: "Do you think Steve got the idea I wanted him when I bit his cock off?" Jennifer and Kelly laughed. "Yes,"said Jennifer. "I’m sure Steve got the idea you wanted him…In your tummy! The women had been sitting on him for several minutes. He was trying to hold on to consciousness. He was worried that they might forget he was under them and smother to death.He could die right there under Jennifer’s butt. It gave him a strange kind of pleasure to know that he could smother to death and deny them their dinner plans. But suddenly Kelly said: "Jen…Come here…The CD player is making a funny noise." Jennifer lifted her butt of his face and he gasped for air. Amy read some more then placed the book right on his face and got up. "This couch is so lumpy," she said. "Darn lumpy couch." She punched him in the balls several times than sat back down. "It’s a good thing we’re going to eat you, Justin," she said. "You make a lumpy couch." She commenced to bounce up and down on his cock and balls. It hurt like hell and anger was starting to well up inside him. Finally it burst out: "You bitch’s hate men!" he screamed. "We don’t hate you, Justin," Amy said calmly. "We just want to eat you." Jennifer and Kelly were fooling with the CD player. Jennifer turned around and said: "We didn’t force you to come here, Justin. We tried to warn you that it would not be a pleasant experience." "Yeah," said Justin. "You tricked me. You made me believe this is what I wanted." Jennifer’s voice rose. "Nobody tricked you into coming. You came here willingly, unlike Steve. Steve didn’t have a choice—nor did he deserve one." "Yeah," he yelled. "And you sent him off to that big football field in the sky! You know what you are…You’re a bunch of man-hating cunts who love to torture men!" Jennifer sighed and said: "Would somebody please shut him up?" ‘I’d love to, " said Kelly. She came over and sat full on his face. After a moment she raised her ass up to about a foot from his face. "Do you think I have a nice ass, Justin?." She said. Justin just grunted. "How about now…" She sat back down , and his face was buried in her ass cheeks. "Do you still think I have a nice butt?" Then she stood up and looked down at him, smirking. "Is it kind of heavy under my butt? And stinky? Oh,well…It doesn’t matter. You’re only a butt cushion…just here to be sat on." She plopped down on his face again. "It’s not our fault," she said, her butt crushing his face. "That it’s a lot more uncomfortable being used as a couch cushion than you imagined in your fantasy world." Kelly continued: "We’re just people, Justin. But you tried to make us into something else. It hurts when we sit on you, and it’s going to hurt when we bite into you and start eating you up." Kelly finally got up and said. "We have other needs that you’re going to satisfy—whether you like it or not." She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. Then she straddled his face and impaled his tongue on her pussy. ‘Lick!"she ordered . "Lick…Or I’ll smother you to death right now." His tongue darted in an out of her cunt like a frightened serpent. Kelly moaned from the release of several orgasms.

"My turn," said Amy, excitedly. She pulled down her panties , and Justin watched her cunt descend to his tongue. "Oh…" She said. "Now this is my kind of couch…A couch with a tongue!" "Sure is," said Jennifer. ‘It’s too bad they don’t make them like that." When Amy had finished pleasuring herself on his tongue and nose, Jennifer did the same. And Justin thought, great. Now he was being used as a human dildo.

It was nearly midnight. Justin was miserable. He had been bitten, sat on, farted on, and used as a sex toy. He watched Amy yawning. She was getting tired, but she couldn’t help from teasing him just a little more. "Just think," She said to him. "When I eat you tomorrow, my body will reject part of you. My body will turn you into the turd that you are and plop you in the toilet. Of course that won’t take much conversion. You’re such a shitty boy to start with." Then she told her mom she was going to bed. "’night,hon," said Jennifer. "Now don’t be sneaking down for a late night snack." "I promise," Said Amy

After Amy had gone to bed, Jennifer and Kelly started fondling and kissing each other’s breasts. They licked and nibbled on each other, their faces turning red with passion. Jennifer looked down at Justin and said: "Would you like some of this? Would you like to put my lips to yours and kiss you passionatly like this…" She kissed Kelly long and hard. "Too bad you’re only a couch cushion. I don’t kiss butt cushions, and I don’t kiss meat. I’d love to put my mouth on you, Justin. But it will be to chomp down on you and eat you. That’s all you have to look forward to." Kelly took hold of his cock and licked her lips. "Mmm," she said. "If there is anything you want to do with this thing you’d better do it tonight, because tomorrow it’s going to be inside our tummies."

They went to bed and Justin was left alone to squirm on the couch and contemplate his fate. He listened to the tick tock of a Grandfather clock—measuring the time he had left. This was crazy. A couple days ago he was a college student, his mind divided between studies and an imagined world, a world inhabited by people of his own creation. He controlled their actions. He controlled their world. But now he wasn’t in that world. He was in their world, a world of real women who had the power of life and death over him. Now he was starkly aware of the difference between fantasy and reality. Now he knew the difference. But it was too late. They were going to eat him alive tomorrow! He envisioned Amy doing cheers and he a part of her body. When she grabbed a pom pom and shook it in the air, he might be part of the hand that shakes it. When Jennifer puts on makeup he might be part of the face she decorates. And when Kelly devours another man, he might be a part of those lovely brown eyes that ensnares him, or part of the lips that open wide to chomp the life out of him. He didn’t want to be a part of their bodies. But he was going to be whether he liked it or not.

Morning has arrived faster than he wanted. The three women came down stairs together. They had put on makeup and each wore colorful sun dresses and sandals. They were beautiful, thought Justin. Their soft, even features, their radiant complexions seemed out of place for women who proclaimed to be cannibals. Jennifer checked his restraints and announced in a business-like voice: "We’re going to eat you at about noon." Then they all went into the kitchen and closed the door. Justin heard pans clanking and the women talking and giggling. And again, his mind began to rationalize. What if this was all an elaborate act staged to scare the hell out of him? If that was true they sure succeeded. If this whole thing was an act, he thought, he would make them really sorry.

Amy stuck her head out of the Kitchen door. "We’re just about ready for you, Justin. Are you ready for our tummies?" Then he saw a hand on he shoulder and Jennifer appeared. "Let’s bring him into the kitchen," she said. The three women undid the straps holding him to the couch, but they left his hands and feet tied. They helped him to his feet and his legs lacked any feeling. He tried to run but fell hard on he floor. "Look," said Kelly. "Our dinner is trying to make a break for it. Shame on you, dinner. You need to go into the kitchen where we can eat you." It took all three of them to help him up, and he hobbled into the kitchen. In the kitchen there was a table with a drop leaf inserted in it to make it about six feet long. It too had straps on it. They sat him on the table and laid him on his back. "We need to shave you first, " said Jennifer. "Yeah," said Amy. ‘I hate having hair in my food." They proceeded to shave every bit of hair off his body. Then they sponged bathed him thoroughly with antibacterial soap. They took turns washing his cock and balls, all the time saying ‘Umm" and "Yumm." Justin got a huge woody that stood up like a pink table decoration.

Something was boiling in a pan on the stove. It smelled sweet like honey. Jennifer turned the heat off it and it cooled for a few minutes. "The taste of blood is rather bitter," she said. "So we have to sweeten you up quite a bit." She removed the pan from the stove. It smelled like honey and something else Justin couldn’t identify. Then each of the women took a ladle and started spreading the sauce over his body. Amy spread some of it across his face and mouth. Justin licked some off his lips. "Don’t do that!’ Amy yelled at him. "That’s for us. Not you." "Yes," said Kelly. "Just lay there like a good piece of meat so we can get you ready for dinner.’ Then Jennifer brought out a bowl of pineapple slices. They stuck them all over his body. Kelly stacked them up around his stiff member. "Now hold that thought," she chuckled. Justin felt embarrassed . He had sticky stuff and pineapple rings all over his body. He just wanted to get it over with. Jennifer noticed him gazing at her dress. She said: "We’ll probably have to burn these. We’ll never get the blood out. But you’re such a special meal, Justin. We thought we’d look good for you." They all sat down to the table, Jennifer and Kelly on one side and Amy on the other."
Justin looked at their beautiful faces. Kelly smiled. Her sharp white teeth glistened with saliva. Justin thought that the same teeth she was smiling with were going to tear into his flesh..He knew the pain was about to begin.

"I thought you were going to give me some painkiller?" he asked Jennifer. Jennifer replied with a smirk: "You shouldn’t trust a woman who wants to eat you alive."
"Mom, you get the first bite," said Amy. ‘I’d love to," said Jennifer. She leaned over and bit him hard on the breast. "That was fantasy, Justin." She said. "Now this…" she started to open her mouth. "…Now this is reality." She bit into his chest. He watched her teeth disappear into his flesh. Her blonde head yanked back and forth and she came up with a piece of flesh in her mouth. His scream bounced off the walls. She chewed noisily on the flesh, his blood running down the sides of her mouth. "This is good," she said to Amy. "Have a bite." Amy lowered her young beautiful face close to his. Her hair had the scent of strawberry shampoo. Her pink lipsticked mouth opened and her teeth parted wide. Then he felt her teeth cut into his lips as she bit down. Amy bit hard but was having trouble biting his lips off. "No, honey…" said Jennifer. "You have to bite and then tear…like this…" Jennifer bit into his rib and tore and yanked off a piece of flesh. "Okay, mom," she said. Then she lowered her head again and looked hungrily at Justin. Her tongue ran across his mouth. "Yumm," she said. "I’m gonna eat your mouth this time." He watched in horror as her pretty pink mouth opened again, her tongue dropped back, and her sharp white teeth disappeared into his lips. She bit in and then tore off both his lips. She chewed them in front of him, and Justin started to pass out. But Jennifer shoved smelling salts under his nose and he revived. His body burned from the wounds he had received. But a new kind of pain was starting to surface. A life time of rejection, of loneliness and despair bubbled up from the caldron where he’d been keeping it. All this time he had simply needed to be loved, to feel like he was a part of someone’s life.

Kelly said to him: "I think I’ll have a bite of your cheek. She opened her mouth, but when she looked in his eyes she saw that different kind of pain. She drew back and Justin saw her harsh eyes soften for just a moment. Then she sighed and plunged her teeth into his cheek. They bit into him again and again, and his life force began to ebb away. "Can we eat his cock now, mom?" Amy asked. "It’s time," Jennifer replied. She wiped the blood away from his eyes, but his vision was starting to blurr. He watched Amy clamp her teeth around his cock. She bit down and tore off the head of it amidst a gusher of blood. Then other mouths were at his dick and balls, finishing it off. He could no longer see and he was too weak to scream anymore. He was going into shock. Their voices grew more and more faint. He heard them talking about a new dress Amy wanted to buy. Just casual dinner conversation. Justin’s last thoughts were that he didn’t believe in an afterlife—unless it was through reincarnation. If he came back again, he thought. He hoped it wasn’t human. Being human was just too painful.

The End