Boykiller
October 15, 2008
Boykiller
By
Alex Hawk
“Now fuck me, little boy,” Alesta said. She was lying naked on her bed with her legs spread.
Between those legs was a naked twelve-year-old boy named Lucas. He’d never had sex before, but now he was about to lose his virginity to this wonderfully nice twenty-one-year old woman! He felt so lucky! Just wait until his friends heard about this!
Very carefully, very uncertainly, and nervous as hell, Lucas gave a little push with his hips and watched as his twelve-year-old virgin penis disappeared into Alesta’s vagina. As he sank his young, almost hairless erection into her, he let out a little moan of pure pleasure and slowly started fucking, knowing that he’d probably cum soon, but not really caring.
“That’s right,” Alesta whispered, putting her hands under the pillow behind her head. “Fuck me good, little boy.”
Lucas did as he was told, keeping his eyes closed and savoring the delightful feeling of having his penis in a woman’s vagina for the very first time! His body began to tense as his orgasm approached. It’d be the best orgasm of his life!
It was also his last. Just as Lucas started to cum, Alesta’s hands flew from under the pillows, a sharp knife in each one. Each knife slid into Lucas’ naked, preteen body, right between his ribs. Both lungs were punctured, and one of the blades severed the boy’s heart.
Lucas’ eyes flew open. What had been a world of happiness and bliss was suddenly a world of pain and fear. He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing but a faint gurgle and a lot of blood issued forth. He tried to pull away from Alesta, but she’d locked her legs around his hips, trapping him against her. Lucas looked into Alesta’s eyes, trying to understand what was happening, but he couldn’t make sense of anything. Slowly his vision faded and everything went dark. The light would never shine again for him.
Alesta’s vagina began contracting around Lucas’ penis as he finally died, his smooth body moving no longer. She gave the dead boy a little kiss and then rolled out from under him, looking at the body of the dead child. Very cute! And he’d never turn into an adult. He’d never be a man. That was what made her happiest.
Whistling a jolly little tune, Alesta went and cleaned up. Later on she’d dispose of the dead boy. He was the twenty-third boy she’d killed since she started at the age of fifteen. She’d gotten good at the murdering. And the body disposal.
Now she just had to plan the next one…
* * *
A full two weeks went by before Alesta felt the need to kill again. She went out to a local beach where lots of boys hung out. She’d find the perfect one, lure him to her car, take him to her house and then… well, he’d eventually wind up joining poor little Lucas.
Down at the beach, Alesta stripped down to her bikini and looked around, checking out all the cute boys. She considered and rejected several before finally picking one. He was wearing a pair of board shorts, looked to be about fifteen, had curly blond hair and a very nice body. He’d be perfect.
She approached the boy and started talking with him about incidentals. He was indeed fifteen, she found out, and named Daniel. After another fifteen minutes or so of talking, she got him to go with her back to the van she drove. To just hang out, she said. As soon as the boy agreed, it was also she could do not to cheer. Within an hour this lovely teenage boy would be dead.
When they got to the van, they sat in the back. The windows were heavily tinted. No one would see inside. Alesta looked Daniel over. The boy was still wearing only his board shorts.
“You have a really nice body,” she said to him.
“Thanks.” He felt happy that an older woman was noticing him!
“I bet you work out a lot.”
“Sometimes.”
Alesta placed a hand on Daniel’s chest and ran it down to his stomach. “Very nice.”
“Thanks,” he said, now sounding a little nervous.
“You must get laid a lot,” she said with a sweet smile.
“Uh… well, actually…” Daniel blushed. “I’m still a virgin,” he mumbled.
“That’s ok, Daniel. Everyone’s a virgin to start with.”
Daniel didn’t say anything, but he was now acutely aware of how hard his penis was.
Alesta seemed to notice. She reached down and caressed his shaft through his shorts, and then slowly buttoned and unzipped them, reaching into his underwear to pull out his erect teenage penis.
“So you’ve never had a girl lucky enough to have this inside her?” Alesta purred, stroking the boy’s penis slowly.
“N… no…” Daniel said, closing his eyes, unable to guess where this was headed, but happy to make the journey.
“I bet you’d love to fuck me,” Alesta said, leaning close and whispering into the boy’s ear.
“Yeah…”
“Good…” Alsesta pulled off the bikini bottoms, exposing her vagina to the young virgin. “Why don’t we go back to my place and get you laid?”
“Alright,” Daniel said through a haze of sexual energy.
“Take those shorts off,” Alesta suggested. “And stay back there. I don’t want to lose any time when we get to my house.”
Daniel did as he was told and sat in the back of the van, naked, hard, horny and a little overwhelmed by everything. For lack of anything better to do during the drive, he found himself nervously masturbating. Not planning to have an orgasm, just trying to calm down.
When they got to her house, Alesta pressed the button on the garage door opener and pulled the van inside. Once the door was closed, she got back into the back seat with Daniel.
“Well… here we are… ready to fuck?”
“Are you… are you really going to let me?” he whispered.
“Oh, yes.” Alesta sat up and pulled off her bikini top. Now nude, she got out of the van and said, “Follow me.”
Daniel followed Alesta as she led him back to her bedroom. He couldn’t believe that was actually going to get laid! As Lucas before him, he felt like he must be the luckiest boy in the world.
Alesta took hold of Daniel’s penis and gave it a couple slow strokes as she pulled him close and kissed him lightly on the lips. The boy really was beautiful, she though. One of the best looking kids she’d ever planned to kill. At least he wouldn’t grow up to be some horribly hairy, ugly man. She’d spare him the ravages of time.
Alesta ran her hands down the boy’s bare muscular chest and said to him, “Lay down. I’ll do all the work.”
“Alright,” Daniel whispered, lying down on the bed.
Once Daniel was lying down, Alesta got on top of him, straddling his waist. She took hold of his penis, rubbing it against her vagina. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” Daniel managed to whisper. He’d been ready for this ever since puberty started!
Little did he know that it would be one of the last things ever to happen to him. Alesta rubbed against him some more and then slowly lowered her twenty-one-year-old vagina down around Daniel’s lovely fifteen-year-old virgin penis. She let out a little whisper of pleasure as he entered her. Now his fate was sealed. He would die. He had to die.
“Now fuck me, little boy,” Alesta whispered.
Daniel moaned slightly and pushed up, feeling his penis being wrapped in the exquisite warmth of his first vagina. Now he knew for a fact that he was the luckiest boy in the universe! So wrapped up in what he was feeling as he began to fuck, he didn’t notice Alesta’s hands coming to rest on either side of his naked young body, didn’t notice one of the hands reaching under the pillow to pull out a sharp knife.
Alesta rode the naked young boy expertly. She’d been trained well over the years. Each time she got fucked by a boy, she knew it was going to be his last experience ever, so she always wanted to make it as good for him as she could.
Underneath Alesta’s body, Daniel was lost in a world of total bliss. He’d never felt anything so good as this! He felt his orgasm approaching and tried to hold off, wanting for Alesta to enjoy this as much as he was. But it was to no anvil. Gritting his teeth and screwing his eyes shut, Daniel felt his penis start kicking as his sperm fired off.
As soon as Alesta felt Daniel’s sperm splashing into her vagina, she made her move, slicing downward with her arm. It was easy for her to find the target, since Daniel’s head was thrown back into the pillow. All she had to do was draw her knife across his exposed throat, slicing through flesh, blood and cartilage.
Daniel’s eyes slammed open and a faint hissing, gurgling sound issued from the gaping wound in his throat. He reached up to Alesta and tried to get the knife from her, but she held it far away from him, holding his naked body down with hers as his blood sprayed out all over the bed. Alesta wasn’t concerned. She knew how to take care of evidence.
The boy’s movements began to slow as the flow of blood went from spurts to a mere trickle. Finally he stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped doing anything, his dead eyes wide open and showing pain, confusion and betrayal.
Alesta climaxed as the teenage boy under her died, just as she always did. When she was done with her own pleasure, she got off Daniel’s motionless body. Leaning down she gave him a tender kiss on his dead lips, smiling to herself and feeling the usual surge of victory and power.
Alesta ducked into the shower, getting herself nice and clean. Later today she’d trek Daniel’s body out to the usual place and dump him with Lucas and the others. She wished she could give them a better funeral than what they ended up with, but c’est la morte.
She’d just finished the shower and put on a bathrobe when she heard a knock on the front door. Curious, she went over and peered at the front porch through the thick curtains over her windows.
There was a boy at her door.
She regarded him for a few seconds. Probably thirteen or so. Tasseled brown hair, nice enough looking clothes. Very cute face. Nice body. She briefly pictured him naked and thrusting on top of her as his virginity fled his young body, then slashing him open and watching his life flee as well.
Alesta hadn’t ever done two boys in one day, except for back a couple years ago when she had twin eleven-year-old boys at her mercy. Killing one boy after another had been quite fun. Now she had the chance to do it again. There was a slight risk because she hadn’t dealt with Daniel’s body yet, but she figured she could just do this one in the living room.
Loosening her robe belt just slightly, she went to the front door and opened it.
“Yes?” she asked politely.
The boy stared at her briefly, eyes focused mostly on her partially exposed breasts. “Uh… hi!” he managed to say after a bit. “My name is Taylor. I’m a student at Garfield Junior High and I’m selling candy to raise money for my school.” He shook a little box of candy bars.
Alesta smiled her sweetest, most disarming smile. “Well. I’m Alesta. Why don’t you come inside for a little bit and we’ll see what you have.”
“Ok,” Taylor said, very pleased. He’d not been able to move more than two bars of candy after spending a full hour walking around. Now there was at least a chance he’d get a sale!
“So your name is Taylor, you said?” Alesta asked as she shut the door behind the boy, quietly, but firmly, locking it.
“Yeah.”
“Kind of like Taylor Hanson, huh?” she said with a sweet smile. THERE was a boy she’d wanted bad. But now he’d started to age and was married and had a child. Alesta sighed softly. She could have spared him the ravages of time.
“Yeah, I guess. I was never really into Hanson.”
“So what sort of candy do you have? Here, sit next to me,” she said, plopping herself onto the couch and patting a space next to her.
Taylor sat down and opened up his candy box. He ran through the various choices and then when he was done, Alesta said, “I’ll take them all!”
Taylor blinked and smiled in happy surprise. “Really? Wow! Cool! You’re the best!”
Alesta laughed, a throaty laugh, full of danger, though Taylor didn’t recognize the sound. “I’m glad you’re happy.” She stood, her robe falling open a little, just enough to expose one of her breasts. Taylor drew in a sharp breath. Alesta looked down at him.
“Something wrong?”
“Uh… no!” With great effort he tore his eyes away.
Alesta laughed again. “You were taking a peek, weren’t you?”
“No, no!” Taylor lied hurriedly.
“It’s alright,” she said with a sweet smile. “I don’t mind.” She let her robe fall open a little more, exposing both breasts fully. “Haven’t you ever seen a woman naked before?”
Taylor could only shake his head. He was confused as hell, but was willing to go with it. It wasn’t every day that a beautiful woman let him see her like this!
“Do you want to see more?” she purred, pleased that his inexperience likely meant he was still a virgin.
“Uh… sure, I guess! I mean, if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind. Why should I mind? I’ll tell you what… if you take off your shirt, I’ll let you see me totally naked.”
“You will?” Taylor squeaked, unable to believe this was really happening.
“Of course.” She lowered the robe just a little more, enough to really tease the child.
Taylor knew he shouldn’t be here and shouldn’t be doing this, but he really couldn’t resist. The chance to see a real life naked woman! Wow! His already very hard young penis twitched with total excitement and anticipation.
“Ok,” he replied. Nervously he sat up and pulled his shirt off, exposing his hairless, teenage chest.
Alesta moved close and ran a finger down the boy’s body. “Oh, very nice…”
“Thank you,” he said with a little gasp.
“You can touch me if you want to,” Alesta suggested, knowing that few boys indeed would ever turn down the chance to touch her. They certainly hadn’t turned down the chance when she’d been six.
Moving uncertainly, Taylor reached out a hand and gently ran it along one of Alesta’s breasts. His penis kicked with pure glee at the thought of what he was doing.
“Ready to see the rest?” Alesta asked.
“Oh, yes…” the young boy whispered, not aware that at this point his death was pretty much assured.
Alesta very slowly lowered the rest of her bathrobe until she stood naked in front of this pretty young child. She smiled at him and then sat down on his lap, straddling his waist and gently kissing his surprised looking face.
“You like me, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yeah…”
She wiggled against the boy’s crotch, feeling the hardness of his penis inside his jeans. “I can tell, you know,” she said with a little grin.
Taylor was too overwhelmed to do much more than simply grin back in shy embarrassment.
Alesta ran her hands down Taylor’s chest to his jeans. Once there she unbuttoned them and then unzipped them, reaching inside his boxers to let his young penis pop up into view. She had a brief flashback to earlier in the day with Daniel, then a few other flashbacks that she did her best to crush as she began stroking Taylor’s teenage erection.
“You have a nice one,” she whispered to Taylor as she leaned down and kissed his ear.
“Thank you,” he whispered back.
“You ever done anything like this?”
“No…”
Alesta smiled to herself. The boy was a virgin! Perfect. Now he was doomed. Cute and lovely little thirteen-year-old Taylor would be dead within five minutes, ten at the outside. She’d bury him and Daniel together. Two naked young boys, together and beautiful for all eternity.
Alesta moved slowly, laying herself down on the couch and spreading her legs as one of her hands went under a pillow to find the knife she always kept there.
“You wanna try something really nice?” she asked Taylor, wiggling her hips suggestively.
“You mean…” Taylor swallowed, unable to finish the thought, much less saying what he wanted to say.
“Yes… do you wanna fuck me?”
Taylor’s mouth opened and closed a couple times and then he somehow was able to say, “Yes… oh, yes… can I really?”
“Of course. Just take off those clothes.”
Taylor pulled his pants and boxers off while eyeballing the first vagina he’d ever seen in his life. His penis was going to be in there soon! He’d actually get to fuck a girl less than two months after he’d turned thirteen! None of his friends had managed that yet!
Taylor then rather awkwardly got onto the couch, kneeling between Alesta’s legs. He knew vaguely what he was supposed to do, but wasn’t totally certain. He looked at the older woman’s face, hoping she’d help him without making him ask.
Alesta had seen that look on many a young virgin. She reached down and took Taylor’s penis in her hand and lined it up with her vagina. “Just push it into me,” she whispered.
Taylor nodded and thrust with his hips, feeling the incredible sensation of his nearly hairless thirteen-year-old virgin penis slide deep into Alesta’s twenty-one year old vagina. It was a magnificent place of warmth, wetness and tightness like nothing he’d ever experienced before. It was mind boggling!
“Now fuck me, little boy,” Alesta whispered, sealing the boy’s fate.
Taylor, unlike Lucas and Daniel, kept his eyes mostly open as he fucked for the first time. Alesta didn’t think this was any big deal, and it certainly didn’t worry her. It made it even easier for her to tell when he was going to cum. She locked eyes with him, determined to murder the boy as soon as his orgasm began.
Taylor’s naked, thrusting body kept moving on top of Alesta, the young boy fucking her as best as he could, considering it was his first time. As he kept fucking, faster and faster, he could tell that he was going to cum soon and was determined to enjoy his orgasm as much as he’d enjoyed the fucking.
Alesta felt the boy’s body tense and she tightened her grip on the knife. Any second now…
Taylor suddenly let out a loud gasp of pleasure as his penis fired off his first sperm into Alesta’s vagina. He’d kept his eyes locked on hers and must’ve sensed something was awry because he abruptly pulled back just slightly. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make sure that the knife that had been headed for this throat instead cut a nice slice across his upper left arm.
“Shit!” he screamed in pain and confusion and quickly leapt from the couch, sperm still blasting from his teenage penis.
“You little FUCK!” Alesta screamed back at him, totally outraged. Only one other boy had ever managed to dodge her first knife thrust. She’d got him eventually. She’d kept him alive for six days after that. It hadn’t been easy.
Taylor was quick on his feet. Ignoring the pain in his arm he sprinted for the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. He dodged an awkward slash from Alesta and picked up a lamp to toss at her. He missed, but her dodge was enough for him to run past her into the rest of the house.
Running into the bedroom he screamed again as he saw another boy, naked and dead, laying on Alesta’s bed, his lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling, a huge red gash across his throat and blood all over the bedroom.
That could have been me, Taylor thought, scared out of his mind. The sound of Alesta charging into the room was enough to break the spell. He spun around and caught her arm, the two of them falling and landing on the bed. They rolled around on the blood-soaked sheets, at one point even rolling over the body of the poor dead boy.
Finally they rolled off the bed, Taylor on top. He struggled away from Alesta and ran out of the room, vaguely aware of the fact that he was still naked and that his arm was still bleeding, and now his whole body was covered in the blood of some poor dead kid.
Taylor stopped running when he got to the kitchen. He saw a couple carving knives in a knife block and pulled out one. What he saw that really got his attention was a cordless phone. He grabbed it and dialed 911.
“911 emergency, how can I help you?”
“Help! I’m stuck in some crazy lady’s house and she’s trying to kill me!”
“What is your address, please?”
“I don’t know! I-”
“You little FUCK! You’re DEAD!” Alesta screamed as she charged into the room.
Thinking fast, Taylor threw the phone as hard as he could. He was in Little League and knew what he was doing when tossing something with speed and accuracy. The phone arced out of his hand and bonked Alesta right between the eyes. She blinked, glared and then leapt at him, knife in hand.
Alesta either hadn’t seen the knife Taylor was holding or didn’t worry about it. They rolled onto the ground, and Taylor ended up on top. Faster than either he or Alesta would have ever believed, he took the knife in his hand and stabbed it downward, directly at Alesta’s face.
In the years to come Taylor would never forget the sensation of the knife breaking through Alesta’s left-eye. It pierced through the eyeball, down into her brain and embedded itself in the back of her skull. It was one of the most horrible things Taylor had ever felt in his life, and he’d remember it in his nightmares forever.
Underneath his naked body, Alesta twitched once, twice and then let out a slow exhale and stopped moving. Taylor felt her heart flutter and then it, too, stopped. The woman who had murdered twenty-four boys was now herself dead, killed by one of the boy’s she’d tried to do in.
Taylor laid there, half on top of Alesta, breathing hard and trying to make his mind work as he ran over everything that had happened in the last hour. He’d fucked a woman! And she’d tried to kill him. She’d killed another boy. And she’d tried to kill him. He’d killed her. But she’d tried to kill him.
The more Taylor thought about how Alesta had tried to kill him, the more angry he got. He became aware that his penis was hard, and as he looked down at Alesta’s body a thought entered his mind.
“Try to kill me, huh, bitch? Try to stab me! Here, take this!” He lined up his young penis and slid down into her vagina, feeling the still-warm sensation of the woman’s dead body around him as he started fucking her hard and fast. He knew he was going to cum soon, but that didn’t really matter much. All that mattered was making her pay for what she’d done to him and done to the boy in the bedroom and done to god only knew how many other boys.
Taylor finally felt the pleasure of orgasm wash through his body as he heard the sound of sirens in the distance. As soon as he was done cumming, he pulled out of her, and looked down at the woman he’d killed. He wanted to hate her, but right now he was too exhausted. He staggered to his feet and walked into the bedroom where he looked at the boy lying dead on the bed. He wasn’t much older than Taylor. Taylor wondered who he was.
“I’m sorry she got you, dude,” he whispered, going over and brushing a lock of blood-coated hair from the dead boy’s face. “I got her for both of us.”
Taylor then collapsed onto the ground, crying and shaking as the police finally arrived.
Over the course of the next couple weeks the police slowly put together everything that had happened at Alesta’s home. Inside her basement, down in a freezer, they found the severed penises of twenty-three boys, the youngest of which was prepubescent. They figured, correctly, that Daniel and Taylor’s penises would have joined the others had not Taylor stopped Alesta successfully. As for the fact that there’d obviously been post-mortem intercourse between the young boy and his would-be killer, that was left out of every official record. Taylor had been through enough.
Taylor himself spent many, many years in therapy as a result of what he’d been through. He eventually was able to make peace with that horrible day and eventually even fell in love with another man. He never had sex with a woman again and never wanted to. As he once observed, “When your first time is that eventful, you don’t want there to be a second.”
END
Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. C’est la morte.
So there you have it. I’ve written a snuff and necro story. Did it get me off? Yeah, a little. I’m comfortable admitting that. It’s not like I wanna go out and kill people now, though looking at photos of dead teenage boys might be… well, nevermind.
Needless to say, I do NOT condone the behaviors depicted in here. PLEASE don’t go around seducing young boys and killing them. That’s what you might call “wrong”.
