Belinda 01: Visiting Pot Roasts and Nieces by Leo

Visiting Pot Roasts and Nieces

by

Leo

Belinda wiggled her magnificent, nearly nude body more comfortably into the low beach chair, settled her wide brimmed sun hat down a little over her short blonde hair, let her eyes wander behind her sunglasses and contemplated with some dissatisfaction the taste-tempting tableau spread on the beach in front of her. Everywhere she looked, nicely curved, barely clad delicious looking girls were engaged in doing beach type things, but that was what bothered her. Although she really didn’t need to do it, she was out hunting today, and no suitable game was in view.

Oh, any of the girls she could see would be an excellent choice for dinner, but she was quite sure none of them were what she wanted. Belinda was a hunter stalking game, but a wise hunter. It really wouldn’t pay to grab just any girl. The nice ones, for instance, were sure to be missed, leading to official interest and no end of bother. Besides, she really wasn’t interested in barbecuing some sweet innocent young thing.

No, she wanted a specific type of girl. Someone that wouldn’t create a problem by the simple and basically useful act of getting herself served up on a carving platter. Someone that met Belinda’s specific criteria. Someone that was just right, physically and mentally.

The girl had to have an excellent body with plenty of good quality meat, of course. That was essential. More than that, however, she wanted a girl with the proper mental attitude. She wanted a girl with those character traits that made cooking such an enjoyable experience. To wit: an egotistical, self-centered, arrogant, predatory bitch. Nobody EVER missed one of those. Belinda could catch and cook as many of them as she wanted and no one would ever care. Not only that, they were just so much more FUN when you popped a butt plug up their round asses to open them up for stuffing or a spit.

None, unfortunately, were readily apparent at the moment and Belinda sighed heavily. The day was being SUCH a disappointment! Really, it was a perfect day for bitch hunting, and here she was trailing her body in front of the game with her tiniest bikini, and not the first suitable girl had come and waved her plump little rump at her. Well, she thought philosophically, no one ever guaranteed a hunter’s luck.

About that time, a shadow fell across her face. Someone was standing between her and the sun. A mature contralto voice said, “Hello, there. I’m Ann. Who are you?”

In the third floor sun room of a modernistic mansion atop a cliff about half a mile away, Sharon was watching Belinda through a large telescope. She often watched Belinda on the beach because, for one reason, she enjoyed watching her move. Belinda was in her early forties, but her full firm body was that of a grown woman a good bit younger. The bikini she habitually wore on the beach concealed almost nothing from the front and was barely there in the back. All of which combined to reveal to an interested observer a good many body portions that jiggled very nicely to Belinda’s habitual bustling, everything in motion, walk. When she was in the mood, Sharon could feel herself responding just watching a nude Belinda walk across the room. Knowing what Belinda could do with that spectacular body, or to another body in bed with her, was the icing on the cake.

Sharon, herself, was well worth looking at. Her long wavy brown hair framed a round, attractive face. Plush bodied but not flabby, her large breasts tended to wobble slightly and her well defined bottom jiggle when she walked. All of this was readily apparent because she was fully nude, lacking even pubic hair. She was nude because Belinda, who never wore anything in the house, wanted her that way. No pubic hair because Sharon was on the menu listed as a “meal at a future date”. Belinda often said Sharon would be wasted on anything but a dinner party of twenty or so very hungry people.

In the mean time, and for the last six months since Belinda had lured her to the house, Sharon was her milk cow and constant companion. The milk was due to a private formula of hormones Belinda gave her daily. The companion part came about because Sharon was a natural down-to-earth counterweight to Belinda’s somewhat dotty personality. The partnership had grown from that.

At the moment, Sharon was carefully appraising a woman with her back to her, standing over Belinda. The appraisal was Sharon’s main reason for the telescope. She always wanted to see who Belinda was going to bring home for dinner. When it came to Belinda luring women back to the house to prepare for cooking, Sharon was always interested. Oh, she got off on the sexual rush of preparing and cooking a girl, and thoroughly enjoyed the flavor of the meat. Her main reason, however, had to do with her philosophy: Anybody but Me.

The woman had short brown hair and was about Belinda’s age or a little older, but still in fine shape, although her one piece swimsuit hid a little more than the minimal bikinis the younger girls wore. To compensate an observer, the swimsuit was low cut in the front and very low cut in the back. There was a little extra heft to the bottom and thighs, but that was fine with Sharon. Good back, too. Idly she wondered about the belly and pussy. If Belinda decided to take this one home, she was certainly going to find out.

Belinda and Ann had been talking for some time. The conversation had progressed from generalities to Ann’s current activities and they were now lying closely together on their stomachs on Ann’s big beach towel. “You know,” she said, “I have to envy you, Belinda. You really have a nice body.”

She punctuated the remark by with a gentle pat to one of Belinda’s bare butt cheeks, leaving her hand to massage and fondle the flesh. The woman had been sending signals throughout the conversation that she was interested in sex and considered Belinda very suitable in that regard. “Well, dear,” Belinda replied with a smile and a slight wiggle of her bottom, “it really takes an awful lot of work. I guess that I’m fortunate that investments let me take the time needed.”

Ann sighed woefully, “My, don’t I wish I had that sort of cushion. I have nothing but what my former husbands allowed me to keep after the divorces. Not very much, really.” Privately, Belinda tended to doubt that. She’d already sized up Ann as the kind of woman that made a living off income from a succession of ex-husbands.

“John, my most recent ex, was rather well to do,” Ann continued, “so I’m modestly well situated for the moment, but life is SO precarious.”

Belinda nodded agreement. “John?” she asked.

“John Falsam,” Ann added. “He was quite an interesting individual, but a bit unstable. Unfortunately, he recently committed suicide. My lawyer, Joan Hill, tells me that he never changed his will before death and I stand to inherit his entire remaining estate. Perhaps I’ll be able to pursue a fitness program like yours once I finish the court settlement. I understand his children are suing to have the will overturned, but Joan was the one that drew it up and she assures me it’s ironclad and the court case is strictly pro forma.”

“Oh, that sounds so fortunate! You really have a good lawyer!” Belinda said with big, innocent eyes. Casually, she reached over and stroked the bare skin of the other woman’s back, receiving a knowing smile in return. “You know, it’s almost lunch time. Perhaps you’d like to join me and my friend Sharon at my house for lunch? It’s just over there on the cliff.”

A quick appraising glance told Ann the cliff top mansion was easily in the three million dollar bracket. Hell, yes, she was coming to lunch! Another, equally appraising, glance at Belinda gave her the thought that he next score might be female instead of male. Joan could work out the details on how to make money off the arrangement. The trick now was to get this gorgeous blond piece of ass to take her home. “Of course, dear,” Ann replied with a smile, “I’d love to join you!”

Ann’s face took on a conspiratorial look. “And maybe we could find some way to pass the afternoon up there? Leave this beach to the younger set.”

“Oh, yes,” Belinda replied pleasantly, “I have a great deal of privacy and a pool that’s just right for getting an all over suntan.”

“Ohhh, very naughty. On the other hand, that bikini doesn’t hide all that much, dear,” Ann replied archly. “Let me get my car and I’ll be right over.”

From behind the eyepiece of the telescope, Sharon nodded complacently as the watched the women get up and go their separate ways, Belinda walking back to the house and the other one obviously heading for where she’d left her car. Yep, everything was pretty much going according to the usual script. Whenever they didn’t accompany Belinda, they had a car and would bring it to the house.

Sharon frowned in thought for a moment. Ordinarily, Belinda picked up a girl in her early twenties. If it was an older woman, the purpose might be straight sex or some other joint interest. Nothing said they were going to be cooking this one, especially since there was still plenty of meat from the last girl in the cooler. Shrugging, Sharon decided that it remained to be seen what was in Belinda’s oddball mind about this particular woman. Time will tell, she thought philosophically.

The security system told Sharon when an expensive Mercedes arrived at entrance to Belinda’s property. A glance at the monitor told her it was the woman from the beach, so she pressed the button to open the gates. The woman would be at the door in only a moment. Since Belinda was still a little away from the path up the cliff to the house, she was elected to play hostess until Belinda arrived and could let her know what was intended.

Sharon opened the door when the chimes announced the visitor, and found the woman from the beach on the front doorstep. “Hi, you must be Sharon. I’m Ann…” the woman said before realizing Sharon’s plush nudity.

“Oh my,” she continued in a shaky voice, “this is quite a welcome.”

“Custom of the house,” Sharon replied dryly. “Come on in. If you want to keep your things on, that’s okay. If you want to take them off, you can leave them in that little dressing room in there. Just to tell you, Belinda will get rid of that bikini as soon as she steps inside.”

Ann nodded, still in mild shock, and headed for the dressing room. Sharon watched with an air of tolerant resignation as Ann immediately began to remove her blouse, sarong, and the swimsuit underneath. Yep, everything’s normal. Now to keep her busy until Belinda arrived.

When a completely bare Ann returned to the front corridor, Sharon commented, “Belinda is still on her way here. I’ll be glad to show you some of the place while we’re waiting for her to show up. Like to?”

Ann nodded with a glowing smile. “Of course, dear! I’d love to see the house!”

Sharon waved for Ann to precede her into the living room while she continued to appraise the woman’s flesh. Breasts, well shaped and adequate. Arms, ditto. A little extra meat on the torso, but not too much fat. The belly was well rounded but the pussy was a bit hard to judge, since Ann’s neatly trimmed bush hid some of her pubis. Thighs and hips were quite meaty, on the other hand. As the woman preceded her into the living room, Sharon studied her plush buttocks and the backs of her thighs. No cellulite, she thought, just good, well defined meat. Excellent potential with this one, if Belinda decided she was kitchen material.

Sharon rather hoped Belinda was going to cook Ann. The woman’s chatter was already getting on her nerves.

The tour went as per usual until they got into the kitchen. Ann looked carefully at the oversized oven and grill, then speculatively at the ventilated spits on the wall rack. She glanced outside at the large concrete lined roasting pit by the pool with its rotisserie machinery, then whirled at Sharon. “I see all this,” she said with excitement, “and I bet I know what it’s for!”

Uh-oh. Sharon prepared to lie through her teeth.

Ann clasped her hands and whirled to look at the cooking gear again. “Oh, this is exciting!”

Huh?

“I spend a lot of time on several very unique forums and websites,” Ann continued, “and I never hoped to see a place like this! You cook girls, don’t you?”

Sharon said nothing to that. She just stared in shock.

“Oh, you can tell me,” Ann replied with a giggle. “I’ve been wanting to meet someone that did it for the longest time.”

Ann leaned closer to Sharon and said with a conspiratorial air, “I’ve cooked a girl, too, you know… my teenage stepdaughter by my first marriage. She was such a bitch about the settlement I got really tired of her. Squealed and screamed a lot when I jammed the spit up her cunt, too. Pity she bled out over the flames before she could smell herself cooking, but I really loved the taste. Are you going to do a girl soon? I’d love to be here for that!”

Sharon was still mildly shocked. Here was this broad readily admitting to having barbecued a woman and eating her, on a five minute acquaintance, no less. Then there was the little matter of the sloppy and probably sadistic way the woman did it. Woman meat was a staple of the house menu, but sadism wasn’t part of Belinda’s nature, much to Sharon’s relief. She wondered what Belinda would make of THIS revelation.

Belinda’s arrival saved Sharon from having to comment. As soon as Ann saw her, she dashed over and hugged the surprised woman. “Oh, Belinda,” Ann gushed, “why didn’t you TELL me! No… I apologize! I understand dear. But you have to know we both have an interest in woman eating. I LOVE it! It’s my favorite fantasy…” And on, and on. Sharon rolled her eyes.

After immersion in this flood of words for a few minutes, Belinda managed to pry herself loose from Ann. Quickly removing the patches of cloth connected by string that called itself a bikini, she bustled over and planted a big kiss on an obviously much-put-upon-but-valiantly-tolerant Sharon. “Thank you SO much for taking care of Ann, dear,” she said. “It seems we have a joint interest with her.”

“Eating women,” Sharon said dryly. “So now what?”

Belinda cocked her head and looked off into the distance for a second with an expression of concentration, her favorite pose when thinking. “Why don’t you whip up a cold cut lunch for us? Then we have the whole afternoon for other things.” Sharon had a good idea what the “other things” were. Not a bad idea at that, Sharon decided.

When told where, and who, the cold cuts came from, Ann was wriggling with excitement. She got even more excited when Belinda squeezed some milk from Sharon’s breasts to fill the coffee creamer. Ann looked so excited, Sharon was tempted to stick a finger in her to find out if she was wet, but suppressed the notion. Inappropriate, at the moment. But she was probably leaking, anyhow.

“Oh, this is so YUMMY!” Ann gushed between bites. “You must tell me! Did she scream a lot? Or did you kill her first?”

Belinda frowned momentarily at that, then patted Ann on a bare thigh. “Oh my, no, love. I don’t do things that way. She had plenty of good times before she went, and I always make their passing as gentle as possible. The meat tastes so much better when the girl is sexually excited as she begins to cook, you know.”

Ann showed pleasant surprise. “Oh, no, dear, I didn’t know. You must show me how it’s done! Tell me, what sort of techniques do you use?”

Sharon snorted quietly and tuned out the rest of the chatter between Belinda and Ann to concentrate on her own lunch. It sounded like two club ladies at tea time discussing recipes. Ann was right in one respect, though; the brunette was really yummy.

Ann made her move after lunch. “You know,” she said with a sultry purr, “this lunch got me really excited.” She fingered one of Belinda’s nipples. “This looks delicious, too. Can I do a little nibbling on it for dessert?”

An hour or two later, Sharon was flopped on a soft couch in the living room, mildly exhausted. Ann wasn’t very imaginative, but quite energetic. Belinda, on the other hand, was very highly rated in both categories. She was going to sit right here and rest her pussy, and her ass, for a bit while the other two slept it off with a nap. Sharon let her head rest on the couch back and sighed. Ahhh, peace and quiet.

So much for peace and quiet, said the alert buzzer on the security system. When Sharon dragged herself to check the gate monitor, the car at the front gate held three young women in their early twenties. The driver was Belinda’s niece, Leigh. Great, now what?

Sharon found Belinda and Ann wrapped tightly together, sleeping the sleep of the innocent on top of the bedcovers. Innocent? Nope, but what the hell. She shook Belinda gently and said, “Belinda, Leigh’s in the driveway, and it looks like she’s brought a couple of friends with her.”

Ann also awoke and gasped in horror. “Oh, where are my clothes? I can’t let your visitors see me until I’m dressed!”

Belinda chucked as she got out of bed. “Nonsense, love. Leigh’s my niece and our whole family lives by the same rules. She knows full well that Sharon and I will both be nude, and there’s no reason you can’t be, either. After all, dear, she’ll strip when she gets into the house. I expect her friends will, too.

Ann let herself be convinced. Privately, Sharon thought it was the idea of naked girls that tipped the scales. “Wel-l-l, if you think it’s okay…”

“Of course, love,” Belinda interrupted briskly. “Now come meet Leigh and her friends. I’m sure we’re all going to have a lovely time together. Her visits are always so much fun.”

Fun, Sharon thought to herself. Yeah. Last time Leigh was here she brought her ex-roommate to spit roast and had nearly gotten Sharon, herself, into a cooking pan. Leigh was fun, all right. You just had to watch her.

When the doorbell chimed, the three girls shown in the door monitor were nicely curved, twenty something blondes: two natural and one obvious dye job. Come to think of it, Sharon decided after a swift appraisal, the dye job was a little plump. At a guess, Leigh had plans for this girl, involving the kitchen. Not a bad idea, either.

Belinda opened the door to immediate goggle eyed stares from the girls accompanying Leigh and a big, family-relative style hug from her niece. “Oh, Leigh, how wonderful, dear!” Belinda enthused. “I love to have you visit. And who are your friends?”

Leigh introduced LeAnn, the fake blonde, and Taylor, the real blonde, then waved with a cheery, “Hi, Sharon!” When they caught sight of Sharon, the duo immediately got big eyed, again.

Belinda immediately gave each girl an enthusiastic hug. “Well, now ladies,” she said as she released Taylor, “I’m sure you want to get out of those jeans and T-shirts. They look so warm on this hot day. Leigh will show you where you can leave your things.”

“Leigh,” Belinda said as she bustled inside, “I’ll put the three of you in the east bedroom. It has the biggest bed, so you can just take anything you brought in there.”

Leigh paused a moment to give Sharon a hug, as well. “Forgiven me for last time?” she asked.

Sharon gave her a mild glare. “Barely, but I guess you’re welcome back if you don’t try to see what I taste like again.”

“Only raw, I promise,” Leigh giggled. “Can I have a drink? You and Mom are the only two women I know that give milk and I really like the taste of yours.”

Sharon nodded. “I suppose so.” Then she moaned slightly as Leigh took a nipple in her mouth and sucked deeply for a few seconds, pulling the milk out. She always loved it when Belinda or any other woman, for that matter, did that.

Leigh wiped her mouth and smiled. “Your milk’s great. Dad always says he’ll barbecue Mom if she dries up, but it never happens.”

“That’s cause she’s taking the same stuff I’m taking,” Sharon replied. “Now go change. There’s plenty more where that came from.” She sent Leigh on her way with a swat on her bottom.

When the three girls returned to the living room, they were fully nude, confirming Sharon’s estimate that LeAnn was just plump enough to make a delicious meal, not to mention the fact that she might as well have a sign on her forehead that said “Spit Muffin”. Taylor wasn’t too bad, either. Sharon decided she’d look good in a skin magazine layout, while Leigh was simply a younger version of Belinda’s nicely developed body.

All three were introduced to a slightly uncomfortable but obviously excited Ann, then started to seat themselves on at various locations in the room. Belinda put a stop to that. “Just a moment, ladies,” she said firmly. “Looking at Taylor and LeAnn I really feel there’s too much pubic hair in the room. If you two are going to remain here much longer, you need to go with Sharon and have it removed like hers. Ann, I think it’s time you had yours removed, as well.”

Giving the surprised older woman a very firm look, she continued, “This is, after all, my house. And when there’s a nice pussy in it, I like to be able to see what it looks like.” Belinda made a shooing motion with her hands. “Go, go! Leigh stays here with me. We have family matters to discuss. The rest of you follow Sharon.”

Belinda’s slam-bang grab for control of the situation left the three prospective bare pussies feeling like they had been uncontrollably railroaded into something they weren’t entirely sure about, but couldn’t figure out how to dodge. Ann made one last valiant try. “But, Belinda, I really don’t like razors so close to my… well… you know…”

“And they won’t be,” Belinda said firmly. “Sharon will use a cream. It’s the same one I use on her, so you should have no problem with it. Now go.”

As Sharon led the three bemused women into the back, she grinned to herself. This was classic Belinda! Come out of nowhere, grab the subject of whatever she wanted done, then roust them off to do it before they could think of a way out.

Wondering what Belinda intended to do with the three behind her amused Sharon, too. LeAnn was obviously destined for a carving platter, but Taylor and Ann were question marks. Belinda might want them for dinner guests instead of dinner. On the other hand, Sharon had no intention of mentioning to Taylor and Ann that the depilatory cream Belinda had just ordered her to use permanently removed unwanted hair. A bare pussy indicated the owner was on the menu, and those two couldn’t grow their hair back to get off it once the cream was used. Hm, interesting.

The three women were led to a room furnished with an almost medical sparseness containing what looked like two examining tables jutting out from one wall. There were various other items at other locations, and one such immediately caught the eye of all three. “Is that what I think it is?” gasped Taylor. “Is that a girl spitting machine?”

Sharon nodded. “Actually, it’s called an automatic spitter. It’s what we prefer to use on a girl we intend to roast.” She noticed Taylor and Ann had a slightly predatory gleam in their eye, but LeAnn appeared to be getting excited by the thought of using the machine to spit a girl. Um hm, Sharon said to herself. Pure spit muffin.

Ann walked over and stroked the casing of the machine with a fascinated hand. “How do you use this? I mean, Sharon, can you tell me something about it?”

Sharon nodded, then began putting depilatory cream, cloths and other implements on a tray as she spoke. “We prefer to use that when we spit a girl,” she said. “It’s easier, cleaner, and doesn’t hurt the girl. At least, none of the ones we’ve done on it seemed to be in much pain before the point came out their mouths. We don’t always use it. It pretty much depends on the situation and the girl.”

“How does it work?” LeAnn asked from where she and Taylor had joined Ann in interested examination of the spitter.

“Oh,” Sharon replied, “ it just pushes the spit through the girl with a steady, firm motion. She lays on her back on the table with her legs up if we’re going to spit her through the ass, or on her belly if we want to do her pussy. Then we seat the point of the spit about seven to ten inches up her pussy or ass and turn on the machine. It does the rest. All I have to do is hold the head so the shaft exits the mouth properly.

“Now,” she continued briskly, “we can continue to talk about it while I work, ladies. I want all three of you lying on your backs across that table there. Once you’re on it, pull your knees back as far as they’ll go and spread your legs so I have good access to your mounds and both your holes.”

They all continued to chat about the machine and spitting girls as Sharon spread cream on the three pussies displayed in front of her. She knew Ann’s was nice and plump, of course, but LeAnn’s was a nice surprise, very meaty. Taylor’s was quite pretty, if not as plump as the other two, but still prime meat.

It interested Sharon that Taylor and Ann continued to talk about using the spitter on a girl, while LeAnn wanted to know what Sharon thought it felt like. Finally, as Sharon was wiping cream and hair away, Ann asked, a touch avidly, “Will we be able to see the spitter in use?”

Out of the mouths of delicious babes, Sharon thought ironically. “Well, I don’t know,” she said with a thoughtful pause. “It really depends on Belinda. We have a nice brunette in the cooler right now. If Belinda decides to do it, we might find a girl and probably spit roast her. Depends, like I said.”

“Oh, I hope we can,” Taylor said as avidly as Ann.

Thinking of LeAnn, Sharon said, “Just might happen.”

When the four women returned to the living room, Belinda looked up from where she was sitting on the couch with Leigh and exclaimed, “Oh and here they are! Well dears, you just have to let me see what you look like. Come line up in front of me and let me get a close examination.”

Giggling, Ann, Taylor and LeAnn lined up as instructed, standing close in front of where Belinda was sitting. Keeping up a stream of complimentary remarks, she leaned over and, in turn, squeezed each pubic mound gently between thumb and forefinger. “Oh, they ARE nice,” she remarked. “Turn around and bend over so I can see the whole thing, girls.” Again, the three did as they were told, unconsciously making a mouthwatering display out of what they probably thought was a sexual one.

After everyone was seated, Belinda announced, “Leigh has brought a video tape I think it would be fun to watch.”

“Mom and Dad recently bought this Russian girl,” Leigh explained, “and Dad videotaped Mom preparing and cooking her. You guys want to see it?”

Following the exclamations of approval, Belinda said, “Very well, we’ll run it in a moment. Since this is turning out to be such a special day, though, I thought we’d do something special to round it off. How about a beach cookout?”

The three younger women immediately became enthusiastic. Ann was a little more tentative. “But Belinda, she asked, “Where will we go and what will we cook? Won’t we have to put on swimsuits? I was actually hoping we could cook some more of that brunette we had for lunch.”

Belinda gave a tinkling laugh. “Oh, my dear, don’t worry so! That little hidden cove just below the house is my property. You can’t reach it, or even see it, from the main beach unless there’s a very low tide, which there won’t be tonight. It’s so private, we won’t have to put on a thing. As for what to eat, we have side items, of course, plus I think two drumsticks and a wing ought to handle us, don’t you think so, Sharon?”

Sharon nodded. Two calves and an arm. That would feed six women with no problem. Great for cooking over an open fire, too.

All five turned their attention to the TV as Sharon began to run the video tape. “That Russian blonde has a great body. Is that your sister working on her? “Ann asked.

“Sister in law,” Belinda said absently. “Leigh, why is she wearing those little red panties?”

Leigh snorted. “For the taping. Mom’s getting a little sensitive about her tummy.”

“Well she certainly shouldn’t do it,” Belinda replied firmly. “She looks so much better totally nude, and I really don’t think she has to be embarrassed about her belly. I like it when they’re nicely curved like hers.” Ann smiled at that.

“Why is the girl sucking your mother’s tit?” Taylor asked.

“Oh,” Leigh replied, “Mom likes to let them have some milk before she finishes preparing them. We’d already been through the girl’s fasting period and cleaned her out, but a little milk or wine in the stomach doesn’t hurt anything. When the spit goes through the stomach to the esophagus and spills the wine or milk, it flavor the internal organs.”

“This is SO cool!” Taylor breathed. “She’s stuffing her pussy! What’s that big blue thing she’s putting up her ass now?”

“It’s a plug to open up her bottom hole,” Leigh explained. “Dad came up with one that also stimulates the nerve endings. See, she’s getting off on it. Helps her along when we put the spit up her ass, too.”

“Oh, I love the squeals,” Ann said. “It makes me so hot!”

“Come lie across my lap, love,” Belinda said. “I’ll help you out while we watch… better?”

“Oh, yes!” Ann moaned.

As she watched her sister-in-law stroke the girl’s pussy, and stroked Ann’s as well, Belinda explained, “You always want the girl to orgasm as many times as possible, especially if she’s stuffed in the pussy. It gives the meat better flavor and marinates the stuffing. The flavor is truly exquisite.”

“Ooooh, there’s the automatic spitter!” LeAnn exclaimed. “Do you usually spit a girl in the ass like that?”

“Whenever we’re precooking her for later butchering,” Belinda explained. “It throws the pussy forward so you can baste it more easily. That basing brush will keep her popping off as long as her body can sense it. As I said, it improves the flavor.”

Both LeAnn and Taylor began squirming excitedly on their seats as they watched. When the girl’s glistening body was turning slowly over the coals, LeAnn breathed, “She’s gorgeous.”

Taylor agreed softly, her eyes glued to the TV. “I never knew a woman could look so beautiful like that! It just makes her look flawless.”

Belinda smiled as she reached over and patted Taylor’s bare thigh. “Yes, dear, I agree. A woman never looks better than when she’s roasting on a spit. Just wait until you see it for real. I’m sure you’ll agree.”

As the tape ended, Belinda looked around at the flushed faces and bright eyes of the women, including the one draped over her lap. “Hm,” she said, “I don’t think we’ll have to worry about plans for the afternoon. Why don’t we move over to the conversation pit? There’s a reason, you know, why it has such thick, fluffy rugs and so many pillows.”

Sharon stirred her morning coffee and sat in the living room, enjoying a little peace and quiet, very much in short supply with Ann’s nonstop chatter and three active young women in the house. Somehow, she’d ended up in bed with all three girls after last night’s cookout, and it was quite an experience. Leigh had gotten up long enough this morning to milk her, then gone back to join her two friends beneath the covers. Afterwards, Sharon decided to simply sit and enjoy the early morning. Today was going to get active soon enough.

Last night’s cookout was truly enjoyable, she decided. It was nice, lying on the sand with Leigh under her arm and watching Belinda occasionally tend the meat and enjoying the mouth watering smells from the grill over the open fire. Really a nice evening. With any luck, there’d be more of them. Especially since Leigh had whispered in her ear that LeAnn was ready for it. In addition, no one actually knew where Taylor was, either. Sharon thought about that. Neither girl could be traced. Possibilities.

Leigh leaned up in bed and stretched, then cast an amused eye at the two girls lying next to her, moving around but still groggy with sleep. She shook both of them. “Wake up, sleepy heads! Come on, let’s get a shower. I’ll bet Aunt Belinda is going to have something good for breakfast. Let’s be awake to enjoy it. “

She led the pair down the hall to a tiled enclosure that was obviously a shower intended for more than one, if a little tight for three. Once inside, she reached to turn on the water, then stopped. “Oops,” she told Taylor, “I forgot washcloths. Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

As she stepped out of the enclosure, she nodded with a smile to Sharon, leaning near a switch on the wall with a mildly disgruntled, ironic expression on her face. It can’t be this easy, the expression said. They can’t be that dumb.

With big bright eyes and a twinkling smile, Leigh nodded enthusiastically. Oh, yes they can.

With her face showing her disgust at the basic idiocy of youth, Sharon casually reached a hand over and, without changing her expression or moving from her position slouched against the wall, flipped the switch. Immediately, a grill snapped out of the ceiling, converting the shower to a cell. Sharon shook her head in disgruntlement at the surprised cries suddenly issuing forth from inside.

She sauntered to the bars, looking in at the two wide-eyed, shocked faces of Taylor and LeAnn. “Ladies,” she said, “you are now on the menu.”

She held up her hand to stop the babbling reaction. “Now, you have two choices. I can put electronic restraining collars on you and you can go and do just about anything except escape or attack someone. That’s one option. Or I can just leave you two in there until we decide to cook you. It’s not comfortable, but you don’t really need to eat before you’re cooked, there’s water available from the shower head, and the floor drain can be used as a toilet. Which is it?”

A stunned Taylor nodded, “First option.”

LeAnn, her eyes bright, jumped to the bars. “I’ll take the collar! How long will you keep us?”

Sharon reached through the bars and affixed a black band, matching the control unit she had on her wrist, around LeAnn’s neck. “Don’t know, exactly. Now that you’re collared, there’s no rush. I’d say whenever Belinda wants to cook you.”

Leigh reached in and squeezed a handful of LeAnn’s plump soft buttock. “Maybe not all that long, either,” she said, licking her lips.

Leigh brought the two subdued and collared girls back to the living room, occasionally prodding them along with a barbecue fork applied to a tender bare bottom. Ann’s face lit up. “Oh my, are they what I think they are?”

“Prospective meals,” Sharon answered dryly.

Belinda bustled out of her seat and hugged a surprised Taylor and LeAnn. “My,” she said cheerfully, “I’m sure you’ll both be really delicious! Now, over on the carpet on your elbows and knees. Let me get a better look at you.”

Ann joined Belinda as she checked out the temptingly displayed cunts and bottoms. “Really tasty!” she said, then clutched LeAnn’s cunt, hard. “Especially this.” That brought a squeal of pain from the girl.

“I love that sound,” Ann murmured enthusiastically.

Before she could try to hear more of it, Belinda sidetracked her. “Now, now, love,” she said, shaking a reproving finger at Ann, “we’ll have none of that. I told you we don’t mistreat the girls we cook, if for no other reason than they taste better that way.”

“Oh, all right,” Ann pouted, standing away from the two girls. She didn’t notice Belinda giving her rear end an unobtrusive and careful study.

“Would you like to see how we’ll prepare them in the kitchen?” Belinda asked her.

Ann nodded enthusiastically. “I’d love to, dear!” Together, the two bustled off to the kitchen.

Sharon relaxed back into the couch, following the action with her ears. Off hand, she thought she knew what was coming. All she had to do was listen to the voices from the kitchen.

First, there was Belinda’s voice. “See this stool with the big prong jutting out of the seat? I’ll seat them on it to open up their pretty bottoms.”

“Something that big can go up a woman’s ass? Wow! How do they do it?” Ann.

“Well, let me show you. Move over here and sort of sit in the air over it like you were going to seat your own rear on it.” Belinda.

“Like this?” Ann.

Was Ann really that dumb? Sharon mentally counted. One… Two… Three… “Aaaaghhh!!!!” Yep. She was that dumb.

After a few minutes, Sharon got up and strolled into the kitchen, finding just what she expected. A wild eyed Ann was impaled up her ass on the stool, her wrists cuffed behind her and her ankles cuffed together. The woman was no longer chattering, since her mouth was distended by a large ball gag, the strap running behind her head. Sharon sighed and commented, “Took you long enough. I was beginning to think you actually liked this one.”

“Oh, heavens, no, dear,” Belinda answered as she patted the squirming Ann on her head. “Her fixation with hurting the girls was beginning to be SUCH a trial.

“Besides,” she said in the same cheerful voice as she leaned over and flicked Ann’s nose playfully, “John Falsam, her ex-husband that committed suicide, was a very old and dear friend of mine.”

Sharon looked at Belinda in surprise. “So I guess she’s for dinner tonight.”

Belinda nodded, stood back from her seated captive for a moment, then began tweaking Ann’s cheeks, belly, and thighs. “You know, love,” she commented, “Ann looks like the perfect opportunity for one of my favorite dishes, pot roast. She’s just got the perfect meat for it. Slow roast her for about six or seven hours and she’ll be so tender she’ll melt in our mouths.”

Sharon commented, “Cooking that much at one time, I guess that means Taylor and LeAnn will be joining us for dinner.”

Belinda nodded with a cheerful smile. “Won’t they just love that? I really have no need for their meat for a while, and they both love girl flesh. I think they’ll be very excited.”

Sharon replied with pragmatic certainty, “I’m sure they will.”

She studied the somewhat fleshy, mature woman on the stool. “There’s still going to be a lot of leftovers, Belinda. Ann can feed the five of us for a couple of weeks, and that’s a lot of meat to store. Sure you won’t consider barbecue and butcher?”

“Oh, no, dear. This is the perfect opportunity and it’s simply the best way to cook a mature woman. It brings out the subtle flavor,” came the cheery reply.

Sharon sighed. “I’ll get out the Tupperware. There ought to be room in the basement fridge.”

When Sharon came back, Belinda was happily chopping vegetables and mixing breading, Sharon’s milk, and some chipped girl meat into a tasty stuffing. Ann was watching the process with terrified fascination, knowing who it was for and where it was going to be put. “Sharon, dear,” Belinda said, “will you please take Ann and clean her out. I’m sure Leigh and the girls will be glad to help you.”

As Sharon unclipped Ann’s ankle bonds and lifted her off the prong to begin marching her over to the tile alcove for a deep enema, Belinda added, “Make sure you change the prong on the stool for a fresh one, too, love. Must keep things clean, you know. Oh… and take the ball gag out while you flush her.”

Belinda smiled sweetly at Sharon’s curious look. “Ann does so love to hear a girl squeal.”

Belinda had to admit that the noises Ann made were… well… interesting, especially when the girls began to shove a thick three foot long colonic irrigator up her ass. She happily hummed to herself as she continued the pleasant chore of making the stuffing while Sharon and the girls flushed Ann clean, then looked up when the foursome returned to the main kitchen. Ann was gagged again, glistening with water droplets and moving a little stiffly. Only to be expected. Belinda noted with pleasure that Sharon had remembered to put beach sandals on Ann’s feet, so they’d stay clean. The dear girl was so thoughtful!

“Put her face down in the roasting pot, ladies,” Belinda said, pointing to a large glass oval pot on the cooking island. “I’ll stuff her in there, so clamp down her arms, legs and neck.”

Sharon put the pot’s clamps on Ann, shoved a chin brace under her head to hold it up and steady, then a brace under her hips, holding them up to bring her pussy and butt into easy access, and nodded at Belinda. “Okay, Belinda, she’s ready.”

Belinda brought a large stainless steel bowl full of prepared stuffing over to the cook table and began to oil her fingers. As she did, she peeked down, smiling at the fact that Ann’s bottom hole was still gaping from the enema. “Good,” she nodded at Sharon. “It’ll be very easy to get the stuffing up her ass.”

She used one hand to hold Ann’s cheeks open and began to push handfuls of stuffing into the woman’s bottom. As she did so, Ann began to moan and squirm, restrained by her clamps. “Oh, wonderful!” Belinda chirped enthusiastically. “She’s enjoying it!”

Taylor, standing by the pot’s rim, commented in a fascinated voice, “You know, I think she really IS getting excited!”

“I’m certain of the fact, dear,” Belinda replied. “Her pussy is getting wet. That, of course, will be ever so much of a help now that I’m ready to stuff it. But first…” Smiling, she began to stroke Ann’s inflamed cunt, quickly turning the woman’s muffled moans to squeals as she underwent a massive orgasm. “Something for the flavor.”

Not too long after that, Ann found herself clamped flat to the bottom of the pan with her cunt and ass as full as she’d ever felt. Her frantic eyes flitted everywhere, but she couldn’t move and there was nothing she could do. Belinda was pouring water into the pot to a level just below her raised mouth. That also brought it about halfway up the side of her body. Leigh, LeAnn, and Taylor were slicing potatoes, garlic, and onions to go in the pot with her. Sharon was sprinkling oregano and parsley over her back, buttocks and thighs, along with some salt and pepper. “There!” Belinda eventually said as she stepped back and gazed at the prepared pot roast with satisfaction. “Just one final touch and she’ll be ready to go in the oven.”

“What’s that, Belinda?” LeAnn asked curiously. She didn’t want to tell anyone how her own cunt and bottom tingled as she watched Ann get stuffed and seasoned. This was both fascinating and exciting!

“Well, dear,” Belinda said, picking up a pair of plastic plugs, “it’s these. I’ll plug her bottom and pussy with them to keep the stuffing in, but she’ll like it. They’re actually battery driven electro-stimulators. They’ll cause her nerves to get excited and she’ll be orgasming every few minutes until the heat gets her.”

Carefully inserting the plugs into Ann, Belinda explained to the two wide eyed meat girls, “As I said, girls, I prefer that dinner enjoy herself. We’re certainly going to enjoy eating her. Now, when we put her in the oven, the heat will start low and slowly rise until heat stroke gets her. Then I’ll cover the pot and she can really begin roasting. We’ll pull her out in about two hours so I can harvest her breasts and prime filet, then let her finish cooking.” She smiled brilliantly at LeAnn and Taylor as Sharon removed the brace, letting Ann lie flat in the roasting pot.

Ann felt the sensations in her bottom and pussy begin. Someone patted her on the rump, a send off as the pot was lifted into the oven. Then the door closed and it began to get hot, but she gave herself over to the sensations flooding from her hips, blotting out everything but pleasure. She moaned through her gag as the first orgasm hit her, then was granted a breathing spell of a few seconds, time enough to notice the beginnings of pleasant aromas. “I’m beginning to cook,” she thought, then forgot everything in the next wave of orgasm.

Leigh, Taylor and LeAnn crowded to the oven door to look in it’s glass window at the cooking Ann. “Wow!” Taylor said softly. “Would you, like, look at that! She’s squirming and wriggling her butt all over the place. Does that mean she enjoys it?”

“Ummm, yes,” LeAnn said dreamily, softly stroking herself. “Just look at the expression on her face. She’s moving like that because she’s popping off so hard she can barely stand it. Oh, this is so exciting.”

Leigh stole a soft arm around each girl’s tender waist. “Doesn’t she look great, ladies? Just think how she’ll taste.”

Taylor nodded, never looking away from the oven window. “I’m thinking about how she’ll taste, but I’m more interested in the way she’s moving right now. That’s fantastic!”

Sharon took a few minutes to enjoy the sight of the three naked young women as they stood entranced, watching through the glass oven door as Ann cooked. “We’re going to have to settle them down in a little while,” she said conversationally, “or they’ll be too excited to enjoy their meal.”

Belinda giggled and fondled the large, juicy mounds of meat that formed Sharon’s bottom. “Like someone else I know?”

Sharon smiled and kissed her. Then she broke away for a moment, a look of concern on her face. “You know, Belinda,” she said, “Ann may just be missed. The car’s no problem, of course, but I worry about that lawyer of hers.”

Cars were always taken to a certain unsavory area in Miami, then abandoned with the keys inside. None of them had ever been noticed by the police, or seen again.

“I wouldn’t worry, love,” Belinda said with a cheerful smile. “I know who Joan Hill, her lawyer, is. I intend to meet with her next week, before anyone gets concerned.” Her eyes took on a thoughtful look. “Joan Hill is a fine figure of a woman, too.”

Sharon gave her one of her cynical smiles. “Planning to get her down here, are you?”

Belinda gave a tinkling laugh, letting her fingers play between Sharon’s thighs. “Of course dear,” she giggled, then sighed. “But there’s a small problem, you know.”

“What?”

Belinda sighed again. “Sometimes lawyers give me gas.”