Belinda 23: Belinda, Two Delicious Bitches, and the Spit Mi

Belinda 23: Belinda, Two Delicious Bitches, and the Spit Mice by Leo

NOTE: While it’s good practice for the wordsmith to start a story depicting a scene that will bring in major characters and start the plot, the author will not do so in this case. Every Belinda fan expects the tale to begin with naked women doing some sort of goofy thing. Accordingly, the opening scene will do so. Do not despair. The plot will start shortly.

NOTE: There will also be a lot of author’s notes until things really get going. Those familiar with the Belinda saga may skip them if they wish. On the other hand, readers skipping the notes may miss something or another.

PLOT: Ixinza strolled out onto the patio of the Ranch, A.K.A. Belinda’s Meat Ranch and Dairy, actually Belinda’s fabulous mansion on a cliff overlooking a very private beach on the Atlantic just south of South Beach below Miami. As was every woman at the Ranch (and there were only women at the Ranch) she was quite attractively nude. Ixinza, a mocha colored Creole from the Caribbean with a natural Playboy centerfold figure, was in fact as bare as the rest of the girls. Every woman at the Ranch stayed nude, since Belinda enjoyed being clothing free and loved to see what was on the menu. Ergo, everywhere Ixinza looked, all she could see was bare expanses of delicious female flesh. As one of the two paid employees of the Ranch, it was Ixinza’s job to ensure that things ran smoothly in the absence of Sharon, Belinda’s Forewoman and den mother to the Spit Muffins.

NOTE: Spit Muffins are a constantly rotating group of about ten or so delicious - and deliciously curved - women that have the ultimate fantasy of becoming a wonderful gourmet meal. Back in the second story of this saga (available on the Author’s website), Belinda discovered the existence of women that really had such a fetish, to the point they were actually ready to chuck it all, enjoy six or so weeks of wild, constant, kinky Lesbian sex and various goofy enjoyments before being spit roasted, grilled, or put in an oven for their Ultimate Orgasm, one to a customer. While they were at the Ranch, Spit Muffins were given doses of hormone cocktails developed by Belinda, a genius level chemist. The hormones enhanced the development of a woman’s meat in various areas such as the pubis, buttocks, and other succulent spots. Those with medium to small breasts were given a cocktail that also enhanced the flesh sheath of the breasts so that they looked like they had very expensive boob jobs. Women with larger breasts were given a cocktail that started them giving milk, accounting for the “Dairy” part of the Ranch’s full title. Oh, and the hormones also made both types as horny as hell. Now back to the story.

PLOT RESUMED: A number of the girls were on the patio. Dot and Lisa were making out on one of the pool loungers while Bett was quietly reading nearby. Two curvaceous women were tied up to the rack and Ginger was whipping them with a velvet whip. Down on the beach, four muffins were playing beach volleyball, various bare lusciously curved body parts gloriously jiggling and joggling as they jumped and dashed around after the ball. Ixinza noticed Ruth, simply lying on her back on the (currently not in use) grill. Curiosity piqued, she walked over. Sniffing the air, Ixinza caught the scent of spiced cooking oil. “Ruth, why are you lying on the grill? Isn’t that a little uncomfortable?”

Ruth opened her eyes. “Hi, Ixinza,” she replied. “I’m getting a sun tan and having a great fantasy while I’m doing it. I want to be grilled and this is the best way to pretend I’m slow cooking while I’m doing it. Man, it’s exciting! Check me out, you’ll see.”

Accordingly, Ixinza inserted her middle finger between Ruth’s soft full thighs and up into her pussy. It was wide open and wet. Never one to let a good thing pass, Ixinza began stroking, her finger running the full length of Ruth’s clitoris before it delved as deeply as possible into the welcoming hole. It didn’t take long before Ruth arched her back, clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and moaned loudly. She followed the moan with a full body spasm and a series of heavy gasps that culminated in a loud squeal. Big Bang. Yep, Ruth was excited. Also fun. Ixinza removed her juice covered finger, licked it clean, then patted Ruth’s hairless pubic mound gently before leaving to continue other management chores.

Everything was normal at the Ranch.

Sharon, on the other hand, wasn’t at the Ranch today. Lately, she’d been feeling the need for a little personal time and was looking for a break from the hamster cage ambiance of the Muffins. Not that she minded the girls. No way. Not only were they fun and delicious, they were Belinda’s primary food stock. That was all to the good because it kept Belinda’s eye off Sharon’s tall 38D-28-38 nicely toned figure when dinner time rolled around. Sharon was Belinda’s permanent companion and the balance wheel to her somewhat dotty personality, but it never hurt to have an alternative when it came time to refill the meat cooler. She was a great believer in the ABM philosophy: Anybody But Me.

After a short discussion with Belinda, followed by a much longer and completely exhausting session of highly imaginative sex (normal when Belinda was involved), Sharon took one of the Ranch’s silver (Until recently, all Miami BMWs were white. Silver was the new white.) BMWs and set out for the Keys. Along as a companion, milk maid (Sharon was one of those contributing to the Dairy’s output), and fuck bunny was Rebecca, one of the muffins and Sharon’s current favorite recreation.

Rebecca was medium tall with a cheerful expression and short dark hair that contrasted nicely with Sharon’s shoulder length brown waves. Rebecca was gifted with long heavy breasts that tended to flop, but made her a prize milk producer. Those weren’t her primary attraction to Sharon, although they were fun. Rebecca was sitting on the real prize. Rebecca had one of the meatiest and most beautiful bottoms Sharon had ever seen on a girl that size. Just looking at that ass made Sharon want to reach for the salt and pepper. Rebecca was eagerly awaiting the day when said buttocks would become a nice collection of melt-in-your-mouth steaks, but until then she was quite pleased that Sharon loved her ass enough to happily fuck it on every possible occasion.

Normally, Sharon wasn’t all that big into ass banging, but she was quite ready to make an exception for Rebecca’s large juicy cheeks. Great meat and great fun, all in one soft squeezy package.

Both girls were now sitting on the verandah of an open air bar on Fairweather Key, enjoying the beautiful view of clear blue water and equally clear blue sky while they sipped drinks and decided what they wanted for lunch. Sharon was wearing her usual “away from the Ranch” outfit: a man’s plaid work shirt with the sleeves cut off and the unbuttoned bottom tied under her bountiful breasts, complimented by a cut off pair of jeans with the legs removed very far up… VERY far up. Sharon believed in showing a lot of cleavage and even more cheek. Rebecca was a tad more conventionally dressed, which is to say she was more or less wearing a very skimpy thong bikini. Since they were normally nude at the Ranch, that was about as much clothing as either one was willing to wear and their attire was perfectly normal for the out-of-the-way spots in the Keys Sharon favored for a getaway. Needless to say, other than a large case holding plug-ons (more about those later) and a wide variety of other sexual implements, the trunk of the BMW wasn’t chock full of baggage.

The peace of the midday was disturbed as a mini van jerked to a stop in the bar’s parking area and five faux blonde girls around twenty or so tumbled out and headed into the verandah. All five were wearing minimal but socially acceptable bikinis that showed off their young curvy hard bodies. Sharon assessed them as deplorably cheerful, active, good looking, in the tightly curved 34-24-34 class that made up most of the South Beach female contingent and would do quite well in a wet T shirt contest. She hated them on sight.

Sharon decided they were at least twenty one since they all made for the bar and ordered, not that the bartender would ever card them anyway. They were obvious tourists and money to be had. Besides, this was the Keys, they were pretty girls, and things down here were easy going.

The five took a table nearby and began a group chatter session in the nasal, choppy, rapid Valley Girl tones that were currently fashionable among young women. Sharon couldn’t help but overhear, as much s she detested the Valley Girl dialect. It was painful.

However, her ears picked up when she caught a phrase about “back in Dolcett”. Listening closely, Sharon put the pieces together and realized these five were on Spring Break from Dolcett, California. This was very interesting because women in Dolcett universally had a Spit Muffin mentality. That is to say, they enjoyed eating other women and were looking forward eagerly to their own turn as a great dinner. Shudder. Sharon had visited the town a time or two and could never understand that thought process. The only good thing about it was girls like these kept her own delicious frame off the menu. Now what were these five doing here?

Another rapid sentence explained, “This is such an awesome vacation, guys! Just think, Sharon will be here shortly and we’ll get to meet Belinda a little afterwards!” (Supply your own nasal, up and down, choppy tones here.)

That started Sharon thinking hard. First thing, SHE was Sharon. Second thing, she wasn’t planning to be tour guide and escort to five air headed coeds. Third thing, Belinda certainly wasn’t planning to host this group. She would have known about it, among other reasons.

Ergo, Something Fishy was afoot. Sharon and Belinda were on the way, hmm! Sharon decided she’d like to meet those two. She also suspected the impostors were planning something interesting for these five, probably involving salt, pepper, and oregano.

Ordinarily, Sharon wouldn’t care if someone barbecued one or more hard bodied coeds. Have at it. It was the use of her identity and Belinda’s that got her back up. Maybe she should do something about whatever plot was afoot. After all, she and Belinda had been welcome in Dolcett. She really ought to pay that welcome back by keeping these five bean brains out of trouble. Sigh.

The impostors, on the other hand… Sharon’s smile grew predatory.

So how to get in with the five without telling them they were being duped? Sharon glanced over at Rebecca and a Plan Was Born.

After a hurried low voiced consultation, Rebecca got up and strolled to the bar. Strolled to the bar right past the table with the five coeds. Strolled to the bar right past the table with the five coeds purely by coincidence, that is. Sure.

Rebecca’s bikini left her barely covered in front. The back was another matter. There was thick cord across her neck for the bra. Another thick cord was tied across her back - the bottom half of the bra. Still another thick cord circled her waist, with another running down from it and between her bountiful bottom cheeks, without in any way restricting a great view of her butt. In other words, excluding four cords, the view from the back was purely Rebecca, especially her round, plush, deliciously appetizing buttocks as they ground together , swayed, and joggled as she strolled. Rebecca had an eye riveting ass.

Five pairs of young female eyes were riveted. Knowing the women of Dolcett, Sharon wasn’t sure if the fixation was due to sexual attraction or just watching prime meat on the hoof. Mostly the latter, she decided, but there was enough of the former to add spice. At any rate, this was her opportunity, now that Rebecca had blasted their powers of reason. Such as they were.

Sharon got up and walked over to the table with the coeds. “Hi, girls,” she said in a pleasant voice (abnormal for her, but Sharon could act if she wanted to). “I heard you talking and realized you were from Dolcett. I’ve heard a lot about the place and just thought I’d come over and meet you. I’m Alice.”

The coeds introduced themselves. (NOTE: Coed names at this point do not matter, as said coeds may be considered as a group. A chattering group. A chattering highly active group that reminded Sharon of a bunch of squirrels on uppers. Names will be supplied as pertinent.) Sharon sat at the table, shortly joined by Rebecca, an act much appreciated by the girls. Sharon got the impression all five would very much like to play with her. Well, that could be arranged.

After much disjointed conversation and the revelation that Sharon had a large vacation house nearby (really belonging to Belinda’s extensive - and extensively rich - family) and the further revelation that both Sharon (currently Alice) and Rebecca were both into Dolcett games, one of the five announced, “Oh, we’d like TOTALLY love to come back to your place and play with you guys, but we’re waiting for someone. There’s a lady coming here that’s promised to escort us through a great vacation. We’ve, like, just totally gotta wait for her.”

Sharon nodded her understanding. “Well, if she’s into the kind of things we like, Rebecca and I will wait with you five, then just bring her along to the house with you.”

Soon enough, Faux Sharon showed up, proving to be a short blonde with long straight hair, a long straight nose that emphasized a rather pinched expression, and a truly mouthwatering curvy body encased in shirt and walking shorts. She was a bit surprised to discover “Alice” and Rebecca with her intended charges, but rallied gamely, helped markedly by her nearly unencumbered view of Rebecca’s delicious figure and Sharon’s impressive frontage.

Sharon could see the wheels turning behind FS’s cold blue eyes. FS enthusiastically agreed to a trip over to “Alice’s” house for some fun and games, Dolcett style. More to follow.

Shortly, the coed van and FS’s moderately priced Japanese sedan followed the silver BMW down the highway a bit. The cavalcade turned into an easily overlooked dirt (read: sand. They were in the Keys, remember?) road that twisted through thick high brush. Sharon opened the security gate with her remote and led the rest about half a mile further along the road until they came out into a perfectly manicured acre of lawn with a large modern white house at its center.

“Alice” led the way into the expansive and very tastefully furnished great room, then announced, “Okay, everybody strip. Put your clothes in the baskets by the door.” Then she and Rebecca proceeded to lead by example.

FS was a bit nonplused, but the coeds were divesting themselves of their bikinis with much chatter and a few giggles and she didn’t really see a way out. Her eyes shooting back and forth between “Alice’s” large globular 38 Ds and Rebecca’s delicious butt, she decided to join the group. Things promised to get interesting. Stripping, she revealed large, nicely shaped breasts (although not in the category of their hostess) and a truly mouthwatering ass that, while not in Rebecca’s class, was still had a “salt, pepper, and cook immediately” rating.

In her most innocent fashion, Real Sharon told FS, “If you have Belinda coming, she really needs to know where to find us. We can all stay here for a few days and Belinda’s welcome to join us. Why don’t you call her and tell her how to find the place?”

FS thought that was a great idea, especially since the house would be up for grabs once “Alice” was butchered for sale along with the coeds. As an experienced scam artist, FS could fake the house ownership papers with no problem or, better yet ,dispose of such an isolated haven to one of the Miami drug gangs. Money and good meat. Great.

Accordingly, FS went out onto the patio for a low voiced cell phone conversation. Walking back in, she announced, “Belinda will be here late this afternoon.”

“Great!” the real Sharon said, then walked over into arm’s reach of FS. “One more thing,” she said. “I’m the REAL Sharon.” FS gawked in shock.

Sharon uncorked a beautiful right cross that laid FS out flat.

The coeds were open mouthed. Finally, one of the stunned girls managed to get out, “W-what was that for?”

Sharon, nice girl act gone for the foreseeable future, scowled back. “She was impersonating me, you dummies, and you fell for it. I’m not sure what she had in mind for you little lambs, but it probably wasn’t good.”

One of the coeds looked thoughtfully at Sharon’s nude body, then down at FS, who was still cold cocked. “You’re right,” she said decisively. “You ARE Sharon. I thought you were familiar, but I couldn’t place you while you were dressed.

“You have a fantastic set of tits,” she continued, eyeing said rack with admiration. “I really loved them when I first saw them.”

Mellowing, Sharon smiled at the girl. “Thanks.”

“Your body’s just made for a spit, too. I’d love to see you cooking over an open fire,” the girl continued, oblivious to Sharon’s tender sensibilities, after all, it was a high compliment back in Dolcett.

The scowl was back. “Get her tied and gagged,” Sharon snarled. “I’m going to search her car.” She stormed out side without bothering to put anything on over her Junoesque nudity.

A little while later, Sharon was back in the main room, toting quite a bunch of stuff. Eyeing the now conscious and worried FS, lying on the floor gagged with a ball gag, and plastic ties around wrists and ankles, she dumped her armload on the coffee table and proceeded to do an inventory and incidentally educate the coeds. Sharon also noted that Rebecca was on the couch and two of the aforementioned Dolcett nude girls were fondling her large bare breasts.

First Sharon picked up a stack of plastic cards. “Driver’s licenses from seven states,” she said as she thumbed through them. “All different names. We’ll just have to call her Fake. This is a stack of credit cards made out to quite a few different women. My guess is they’re all good and the women that owned them turned into meat for the nice little business Fake and her partner are running. I found the receipts. At least Fake believed in keeping records.”

Another item. “Beretta .32 automatic,” she said, hefting the gun. “Peashooter. There’s more, but I think you girls have the idea by now.”

Sharon scowled hard at Fake under lowered brows. Fake cringed. “Let’s get this one cleaned out. The big shower room in back is all set up for it. Since you five are from Dolcett, you know what everything’s for. There are a few other things we have to do first, ladies, but I’m planning a barbecue tomorrow.”

Rebecca gave a big smile and the coeds squealed happily. Fake wasn’t thrilled. The coeds grabbed the bound woman, released her ankles, and hustled her into the back, thoughts of a nicely thorough colonic cleansing dancing through their heads. Sharon and Rebecca followed with enthusiasm.

Once back in the shower room, Fake’s hands were released, only to be secured by cuffs dangling from the ceiling by heavy chains. Another heavy chain ended in a metal collar that went around fake’s neck. Smiling evilly into Fake’s panicky face and watching her naked body squirm, Sharon removed the ball gag. “I don’t like a lot of chatter while I’m working,” she snarled at the woman. “Say anything and I’ll slap the shit out of you. Time for you to get a nice clean ass, sweetie.

“See this?” Sharon said, holding up a soft brush with a long floppy shaft. “I’m going to shove it up your butt and scrub your delicious looking plump ass out with it.”

Fake started to stammer a protest, but shut up at Sharon’s look. “Don’t worry,” she said once the object of her attentions quieted, “it’ll go in very comfortably after the enema and the aftermath.”

Sharon looked over Fake’s bare shoulder at one of the nude coeds happily oiling a three inch thick perforated hose. The coeds, Dolcett educated, knew exactly what they were doing. Two of them pried Fake’s large appetizing buttocks apart and a third jammed the nose of the hose up the restrained woman’s ass. “Aaaaaagggghhhh!”

“It goes in about three feet,” Sharon told the squealing woman happily. She enjoyed the noise. It reminded her of Belinda’s place. Then she held up a large rubber cork. “This will plug you until you get on the can and get rid of the soapy water. Have fun. It’s a bit kinky, but you might enjoy it.”

Handing the cork to Rebecca, Sharon left them to their task while she went back to the kitchen for a special treatment for Fake.

Later on, Fake was back in the main room, with her ball gag back in place and her hands bound. She felt weak, but totally horny. Sharon had squirted an entire bulb of Belinda’s special sex drugs up her luscious ass. Unknown to Fake, the drugs made her very relaxed and revved up her sex drive to the maximum. Sharon wanted the woman VERY ready to fuck, so she used a double dose. Not like the malicious broad was going to have much time for slower preparations before she had a date with the barbecue pit.

NOTE: From here on in, the plug-on will figure heavily in the story. A marvelous device invented by a Spit Muffin - who proved just perfectly delicious - it was a marked improvement on the old strap-on. Instead of unsightly straps, it used a large padded U shaped spring that clasped the woman in the crotch and also provided a great deal of fun for the wearer. In front was a long thick plastic penis. At the appropriate location, the interior of the spring had a large plug that went into the wearer’s pussy. The spring went up between the wearer’s buttocks in back and another plug went into her ass. Plugged in both holes, a woman wearing a plug-on could have as much fun as the woman she was fucking. Marvelous improvement, as has been previously noted.

PLOT RESUMED: Sharon pushed Fake belly down on the couch then went to put on - and in - a plug-on taken from a nearby drawer. Fake figured she was put out of the way to rest for a moment. No such luck. Strong hands pried her buttocks apart and she felt the thick tip of a long stiff plastic shaft at the mouth of her still slightly distended bottom hole. She squealed loudly when she realized she was going to be fucked in the ass.

“You’re a little tight back here,” Sharon said happily. “Got to fix that before you’re stuffed.” She pumped her hips forward, slowly pushing the plug-on’s oily shaft further up Fake’s ass. “Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of pussy action and you really need it, the way you’re leaking all over the couch. First though, you get to enjoy a new experience. Rebecca really loves it, by the way, when I ram her rump.”

Fake continued to squirm frantically and squeal as the shaft in her ass worked its way further up her. It felt like she had a telephone pole in her butt. Once the long shaft was fully into her rear end, Sharon relaxed full length on her soft bare form for a moment, then began pumping. It wasn’t violent, simply sexual, and Fake began to respond to the pumping shaft deep in her ass. After a few moments, Fake began to slap her butt back against Sharon’s hips and the tone of her squeals turned from protest to sexual frenzy. Sex drug at work. Sharon grabbed Fake’s large breasts in her hands and squeezed as she pumped the luscious ass below her. Both of them were well on their way to a mind blowing joint orgasm.

Watching Sharon vigorously fuck Fake’s squirming and waggling butt was doing wonderful things for the coeds, too. One, already stroking her own clit, said softly, “Ohhh, I SO want to do that.”

Rebecca reached over and replaced the girl’s busy fingers with her own nimble ones. “Fuck or be fucked?” she asked the girl as she tenderly kissed her cheek without pausing in the enjoyable pussy-stroke.

“Both,” the curvy hard bodied blonde replied as she turned to kiss Rebecca. “And I love the sounds that bitch is making.”

Rebecca pulled back from her kiss momentarily with a knowing smile. “A girl getting her ass royally fucked really squeals and I ought to know,” she said softly. “Only one thing squeals more, a girl on a spit, and I know about that, too. Let’s get on that chair and I’ll see how many fingers I can get up your pussy.” Since the other four coeds were already engaged with each other at various spots around the room with a good view of the action on the couch, the coed in Rebecca’s arms thought that was an excellent suggestion.

Sharon pulled a bottle of beer from the outsized kitchen fridge and stood there for a moment, letting the cool air from the refrigerator waft over her nude body. She was still a little sweaty from the lively ass fuck she’d given Fake, not to mention the monumental orgasms that followed. Fake must have climaxed four times, and the result when her frantic motions had shaken the pussy and ass plugs was fantastic. Now Sharon just wanted a little down time.

Quickly looking at the fresh girl meat sitting shrink wrapped on the fridge shelves, she estimated that there was enough for everyone tonight. She’d made sure to bring supplies when she brought Rebecca to the house originally, but she hadn’t counted on somehow acquiring five coeds. Spit mice. That was a good name for them. Of course, Fake was set up to make up for the lack of fresh meat. That blonde’s lusciously curvy body was just made for a spit, and the meat should be excellent. Idly, she wondered what the fake Belinda looked like as she wandered out into the scattered nude female bodies in the main area of the room. Sharon sincerely hoped the woman was well fleshed. Lean, pencil figured bitches had to be fattened up before they were worth taking the time to cook and carve and Sharon wanted that particular fraud over a fire as soon as she could get her. Oh well, wait and see what the day brought. The spit mice were going to get a big surprise shortly.

As has been said, limp and sexually sated nude women were sprawled all over the various chairs, couches, etc. in the room. Usual aftermath of a good orgy. Fake was still limply lying on her belly on one of the couches, her head hanging over one end, her jaw hanging and her wide opened eyes crossed like she was stunned. Well, Fake had good reason. Every one of the coeds had taken a turn at using a plug-on on her pussy and magnificent ass. As Sharon studied Fake’s naked body and her large plump round upstanding buttocks, she guessed her bottom hole was gaping like the Holland Tunnel. Certainly, the rest of the lusciously rounded naked woman didn’t have the energy to even twitch.

Sharon tested her judgment by squeezing a plump cheek and, sure enough, not even a little squirm. Ass meat was good, too. This one was going to be a real pleasure to roast, once she got enough energy back to dance on a spit and make the sort of noises a woman made when she was being cooked. Sharon was looking forward to tomorrow’s festivities. Fake probably wasn’t, but the blonde wasn’t in any shape to care at the moment.

Sharon cocked an ear at the sound of an approaching helicopter. The big surprise for the spit mice was about to arrive. Sure enough, judging by the sound, the helicopter landed on the house lawn and departed moments later. Obviously delivering a passenger.

It was only a few moments later when the front door opened energetically and Belinda (the REAL Belinda) bustled in and enveloped Sharon in a whole body hug and gave her a deep kiss. “I came as soon as I could, dearest,” Belinda said when they broke apart. She looked at the gaggle of nude limp women lying around the room. Giving Sharon one of her bright smiles, she continued, “I see I’ve missed an event. I do hope everyone has enough energy left for tonight. Wherever did you get the girls?”

Briefly, Sharon explained the events of which the reader is already well aware. “Your message said it was interesting, dearest. It looks like we’ll be having some fun shortly.” She gave Sharon another brief hug and bustled off to get undressed. Sharon followed her. Watching Belinda get nude was a pleasure.

Things rocked along pretty much in slow motion for a while thereafter. As soon as Belinda was gloriously nude, thus ready to meet Sharon’s guests, she bustled around the main room, giving each of the surprised coeds a big full body hug. Naturally, they loved it. Belinda did too. She also finished up her circuit with an excellent estimate of the meat potential of the five girls. Belinda’s expert opinion was that the girls would produce nicely textured lean meat. Frankly, the girls needed a little more body development before they arrived at the ultimate fate of every woman in Dolcett, but that wasn’t her problem. Right now, they were guests and properly preparing their lean meat also wasn’t her problem. Instead, she pondered meeting the woman who had stolen her identity. That was going to prove enjoyable.

Soon enough, the house security system announced the arrival of a black Lexus at the security gate. There were two women in it, one with long straight coal black hair, plenty of makeup, and a severe expression was the driver. The passenger was blonde, with long wavy hair and a cheerfully vacant expression. At a guess, the driver was Fake’s partner. Belinda wondered who the second woman was, but deferred that problem for later solution.

Once the car was parked, the two got out and the black haired woman rang the doorbell. Of course, she wasn’t prepared for Sharon’s patented big-nude-body-and-two-38s-in-the-face reception. Giving both women a flinty expression, Sharon growled, “Come on in, but you have to strip before you go further. This is a clothing free house.”

The black haired woman started to object, but was put off by two things. First, the blonde walked past her and began removing her slacks and shirt. Second, the woman could see the five nude coeds standing in the main room, curiously peeking past Sharon to see who was at the door. Enough inducement.

Once she was nude, the black haired woman proved to have a wonderfully rounded figure with large breasts and plenty of tasty smooth flesh on her hips, ass and thighs. Quite outstanding for free range girl meat, actually. She strolled out into the main room, caught sight of Fake, wild eyed, gagged, and dangling by her wrists from a ceiling chain. She stopped dead, staring, then a short blonde naked dynamo bustled in front of her. The woman gulped and gave Belinda a sickly smile. “Hello, Belinda,” she croaked out.

“Hello, Melissa dear,” Belinda replied sweetly. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, love, and I don’t like you impersonating me.”

The five coeds, previously briefed and prepared, fell on Melissa and hustled her off to the back (protesting loudly) for a clean out preparatory to doing other things. The blonde simply stood there silently, naked, watching the whole process with wide eyes.

Belinda decided to come to the meat (pun intended) of the matter. Giving the blonde a swift expert examination, she took note of the fact the woman was in her mid thirties, but had a very nice figure with a bit more flesh in spots than when she was younger. Frankly quite a succulent package: full breasts, hips and thighs a bit meaty indicating well developed buttocks, and a slightly thick waist. In addition to her other charms, the blond had a fully shaved pubic mound, quite plump and prominent. Excellent.

“And who might you be, dear?” Belinda asked pleasantly.

“Oh,” the blonde replied in a sweet voice, “I’m Bridget. I’m thinking about doing a TV series on cooking girls, so I’m doing research. I met Belinda, and she offered to bring me along and give me some research material.

“What’s happening?” Bridget concluded in a slightly puzzled voice.

Belinda immediately concluded Bridget did not have a Nobel Prize intellect. She wrapped a friendly arm around Bridget’s shoulders and led her off to a couch. “Let’s go sit down and I’ll explain, dear,” Belinda said. “I feel there are a few things you ought to know.” Belinda sat on the couch and patted for Bridget to come sit next to her - within easy reach.

After Belinda gently explained (in simple terms) about fakes and scams, Bridget pondered for a moment, then asked, “You don’t think she was telling me the truth?”

Belinda smiled and replied, “No, love. I’m afraid you were destined for the kitchen -theirs or someone else’s - and your driver’s license and credit cards were going to provide Melissa and her friend with a little more income.”

Bridget thought. “Oh.”

Bridget thought some more. “So what are you planning to do with me?”

Belinda was aware Bridget considered that question deeply insightful. “Well,” she said with a wave of her hand, “you’re welcome to hang around and enjoy things while Melissa and her friend star in tomorrow’s barbecue. After that, you may stay here with Sharon, Rebecca, and the coeds to enjoy a small vacation, or go on your way if you so desire. Or possibly not. It depends on what Sharon thinks I ought to do with you. I’m going to let her decide if you’re meat or not.”

“Oh.” More thought. Then Bridget took a long careful look at Belinda’s splendid figure. She took another look at Sharon’s slightly oversized but wonderfully proportioned toned body, with careful attention to breasts in both cases. The wheels inside her head could almost be heard grinding. “How about if I turn out to be a great fuck?”

Belinda gave a sparkling smile and enveloped Bridget in a tight hug, accompanied by a deep kiss. Bridget didn’t mind either one at all, especially Belinda’s oversized rack pressing against her own large breasts and the tongue that nearly tickled her tonsils. It was no great leap of imagination to think of that active and squirmy tongue working its way around inside her own pussy. In fact, the thought was making her horny.

Belinda broke apart from Bridget, studied the woman for a moment, then delved a long finger between Bridget’s soft thighs and up into the plump pussy between them. Since Bridget was excited, said pussy was both open and wet. Belinda licked her damp finger for a few seconds, producing even more excitement on Bridget’s part, then said with a twinkle in her eye, “Why don’t we go in back, dear? I have a wonderful toy or two I’m sure you’d love.”

As the two got up and walked away, Sharon took a moment to study Belinda’s wonderful buttocks in motion. Exciting. Then she gave Bridget’s ass an equally careful examination. Hm. Great fuck potential there, not to mention a very succulent rump roast. Decisions, decisions.

She decided to try out Bridget as soon as the woman had recovered from Belinda. Sharon reflected it was getting to the point where women seemed to really enjoy having her fuck their asses, and Bridget might enjoy the experience as well. It wasn’t exactly her thing, but she was willing to make allowances if the woman she was ass pumping did a lot of wriggling and squealing, a la Rebecca. Or Fake, for that matter. Sound effects really added to the enjoyment of a good fuck.

Having thought that, Sharon cocked an ear to the noises from the back. Yep, Melissa was still squealing, yelling, and pleading at the top of her voice. Sharon gave a thought or two to how it would sound if she rode that bitch’s ass. Sharon bet she could turn the noises from squealing to screaming. Anyhow, it might be fun to find out.

When the coeds brought Melissa back to the main room, she was staggering along, head hanging , being supported by strong hands on her arms. Of course, Sharon thought magnanimously, having three feet of thick colonic hose run up your ass for a clean out was a bit distressing, not to mention the reaction to that flood of water in your bowels. Takes it out of you, in more ways than one. Then there was the administration of a variety of hormones that both made the recipient horny and as limp as a wet noodle. Melissa’s face and half closed eyes showed exhaustion. Good. Sharon was planning to add to that.

Sharon was already wearing a plug-on with a particularly long and thick shaft jutting from her pubis. Fake, hanging from her chain next to the wall, was eyeing the shaft with equal parts fear of its size and frantic desire to have the thing inserted into her own body. The woman really needed a fuck or something. Sharon waved to one of the coeds to administer the something. The girl looked at Fake, smiled happily, then walked over to kneel in front of her, mouth at pussy level. The coed gently spread Fake’s thighs and dived in, long limber tongue working its way around and into Fake’s wet cunt. Watching as Fake began to squirm and moan, Sharon decided that particular problem was now under control.

Meanwhile, a totally limp Melissa was deposited face down on a couch and her arms were bound behind her with a plastic tie. Another tie clamped her ankles together, leaving her stretched out on her belly on the couch, delicious full buttocks standing proudly and just inviting Sharon to have a little fun.

Sharon walked around in front of Melissa so the woman could look up and see the plug-on. Melissa did, and her eyes got wide. “You’re going to fuck me with that thing?” She gasped. “I couldn’t take it! It’s way too big for my pussy!”

“This isn’t for your pussy, dear,” Sharon purred. “It’s for your ass.”

Melissa’s eyes grew even rounder and she gasped with outrage as Sharon walked around behind her. She got even more outraged when Sharon straddled her soft meaty thighs and used both hands to spread her buttocks, revealing her still open bottom hole.

“Great ass,” Sharon mused as she studied the object under discussion, “and you’re still open from the enema. That ought to make things easier, not that I care at the moment.” She pushed her hips forward and slid the nose of the plug-on into the woman’s open butt. The she lay down comfortably on Melissa, letting slow firm hip pressure push the long thick shaft fully up Melissa’s plump tasty ass.

Melissa felt the smooth, thick, oily shaft push between her plush buttocks and up her ass and let the world know about it. “WAAAAAH!”

It hurt! Frantically squealing, she threw her hips around, trying to fight off the huge fence post that was invading her butt, but it kept pushing deeper, slowly and inevitably. Finally, when the thing felt like it was even with her navel, the insertion stopped.

Sharon, lying on Melissa’s back leaned over and whispered in her ear, trying to be heard over the noise the frantic woman was making. “Just enjoy yourself, sweetie. I’ve got this thing up your ass, like it or not, so you may as well get accustomed to it. Once you’re relaxed, I’ll start pumping and you’ll have fun.”

Sharon was pissed at Melissa and her schemes, but she wasn’t really interested in hurting the woman. Belinda always said there was more fun to be had if the woman enjoyed whatever was happening to her, and Sharon agreed with the idea. Besides, she really wasn’t a cruel type when it came to sex. She didn’t really want to hurt Melissa, just cook her up tomorrow and sink her teeth into one of her juicy steaks.

Of course, given the sound effects, Melissa promised to be just as squirmy and squealy when she was being spitted and when she was cooking. That should add a wonderful ambiance to what promised to be real fun. Sharon, between slamming Melissa’s big soft buttocks and driving the plastic shaft up her as far as it would go, decided Melissa was going to be on a two part spit. She was already making wonderful music from having her ass royally fucked. It ought to get even better when she discovered she was meat.

Cupping Melissa’s big soft breasts firmly, Sharon enjoyed the full silky contact of naked body on wildly writhing naked body, particularly the soft buttock mounds under her hips and the full thighs between her bare legs. As Melissa continued to squeal in outrage and near panic, Sharon began getting progressively more energetic as she went on.

Melissa finally began to respond, first pushing, then slapping her lusciously plump soft bare buttocks back against Sharon’s naked hips as she got more excited over the shaft far up her ass. Her squeals took on a different tone too, announcing extreme sexual excitement instead of outrage. The pair began to really get into the fuck, bouncing and slamming soft bare female flesh against soft bare female flesh, the plug-on’s thick shaft plunging deep in Melissa’s ass and the two plugs Sharon was wearing bobbing and wiggling in her own pussy and rear end. Melissa was having immense rolling screaming orgasms and Sharon was popping off steadily as well.

Fake (real name Janet) was watching the whole process and wishing she was in Melissa’s (noisy) place. Still, if she had to hang around like this, having a wiggly wet tongue on her clit and dipping into her damp pussy was a wonderful way to watch Melissa having her ass banged. Not to mention the occasional finger in her pussy or ass. Orgasm. Again. Another coed replaced the first one, and her tongue and finger proved just as agile as the first. Janet clenched and moaned as the tongue just hit the right spot again and again.

Meanwhile, the four coeds not engaged in nibbling Janet’s pussy got mixed up with Rebecca and a very nice five girl orgy was taking place on the room’s soft rug with a few cushions added for positioning hips and supporting backs. When ever someone wanted a break, they went over and got a tongue full the tasty juice dripping from Janet’s sopping pussy. That also kept Janet happy and noisy. Very happy. In all, the room was just full of gasping and moaning women engaged in wild Lesbian sex.

After a wonderful dinner from the meat in the fridge (a nice redhead), Belinda took the five coeds back to her bedroom for fun, games, and eventual sleep. (The coeds thought the number excessive. Belinda didn’t.) Rebecca was equally occupied in her bed with Janet, to the enjoyment of both. Melissa was in the basement cage. That left Sharon eyeing Bridget with speculation. Bridget saw Sharon’s predatory expression and simply stood there, trembling slightly. She was fully aware that Sharon controlled her immediate future - or lack thereof. “Front looks good,” Sharon said gruffly. Then she made a little circular motion with her finger. “Turn around.”

Hm. Deliciously meaty thighs, great calves, and a wonderfully full ass. This one would be great eating, plenty of tender meat just ready to carve, and those buttocks were definitely in Sharon’s “grill now” category. She walked over and took Bridget’s arm. “Let’s go to my room,” she said firmly. “I’ve got something to do with you.”

Bridget submissively went along with Sharon. Back in the bedroom, just standing and watching while Sharon donned her plug-on, she asked, “Are you going to fuck me?”

Sharon nodded. Really, the plug-on ought to make that obvious.

“Belinda said you were planning to do my butt, so she didn’t,” Bridget added. “I’ve never had it in the ass before.”

Sharon looked at her. No reply seemed necessary.

“She also said I’m prime meat, but it was up to you to decide what to do with me.”

Sharon nodded again. She saw no reason to inform this blonde with the empty space between her ears that neither she nor Belinda ever cooked an unwilling woman unless they deserved it. Unfortunately, this shapely collection of prime roasts, steaks and chops wasn’t a bitch, simply an innocent in the wrong place. Let the girl worry. Ought to add a little zest to the occasion and increase interest in the operation on Bridget’s part.

Bridget got the expression of someone preparing to undergo a unique experience, then walked over to the bed and looked at it for a moment. She looked over her shoulder at Sharon and asked, “How do you want me?”

“Other than medium rare? Wiggly and noisy,” Sharon replied. She strode over and gently put her arms around Bridget. “This isn’t going to be rough. Just lie go lie on your side and we’ll get acquainted.” They both lay on the bed facing each other, breasts barely touching.

Things started with a deep kiss, then Sharon began stroking Bridget’s silky flank. After a moment, Bridget did the same to Sharon. When Bridget began mouthing and sucking on one of Sharon’s prominent nipples, Sharon decided the girl had some good points. Very good. She reached down and began twirling one of Bridget’s nipples between thumb and forefinger. Here was one of her good points.

One thing led to another, and finally Bridget was on her back with her legs raised and Sharon was riding her, plug-on deep in her pussy. A good bit of enthusiastic hip motion from both women later, Bridget erupted into screams and loud moans, signaling a strong orgasm. Sharon wasn’t exactly quiet about hers, either.

Bridget rolled over on her stomach without being asked, presenting her round full buttocks for Sharon’s penetration. “Oh, that was so good,” she breathed softly. “Do me here. I’m ready for it.”

Not sure what to expect, Bridget lay on her belly in anticipation, then felt a gentle finger push between the soft flesh of her bottom cheeks and up into her ass. The oily finger squirmed around a while, loosening her up, then withdrew. The plastic head of Sharon’s plug-on followed the finger’s path. When the head entered her without any pain, the sensation was so strong that Bridget let out a strong squeal. The shaft pushed deeply into her ass and Bridget found herself enjoying something she’d never before experienced. Sharon relaxed gently onto Bridget’s back and reached around to cup her full breasts. That got Bridget a little more into things, and she slammed her hips back into Sharon, pushing the shaft fully up her butt. Once the thing was fully seated far up her rear end, Bridget began to move, her pumping motions matching Sharon’s. After that, Bridget dissolved into a soft, shapely mass of squirming wiggles, screams and orgasms. Her rider was having just as much fun.

After breakfast (eggs, toast, and girl bacon), it was time to get down to business and prepare for the day’s main event. Someone was about to be spit roasted and there were preparations to be made. First, Melissa, Janet, and Bridget - wearing quite fetching ball gags and nothing else but color coordinated wrist cuffs - were hung by their wrists from hooks on the living room ceiling. (Perfectly normal fixtures in a house belonging to Belinda’s family, by the way.) The hooks were situated low enough that all three could take their weight on tip toe. Next, Sharon and Belinda slowly walked down the line of the three girls, squeezing sirloins (the meat directly above the hips), thighs, and pubic mounds, among other succulent body parts. As they walked, the two inspectors conversed in low tones, commenting on meat quality.

Rebecca was with the Dolcett coeds. She was detailed for cook duty and spit mouse management for today. Not really a problem.

The five spit mice paid close attention, with the air of dedicated students watching experts in action. Sharon and Belinda were demonstrating meat evaluation techniques the five wanted to watch. They knew those expert evaluation techniques were going to come in very handy back home in Dolcett.

The three on the hooks had very different thoughts in their heads as they underwent the process. It was a bit nerve wracking to watch Sharon and Belinda at work, especially listening as the two women commented on tender thighs or the meat content of pubic mounds. When they were turned to face the wall, the three could feel their buttocks being squeezed, lifted, and joggled along with more comments. Mixed in with all the fondling and squeezing, various fingers were also inserted up - way up - pussies and asses. Conversation ensued about the taste and quantity of girl juice and the penetrability of posteriors.

Melissa was arrogantly certain she had a better body than Janet and was also certain that she was destined for Belinda’s milk herd. Bigger breasts, you know. More milk production. Pity about Janet. Or maybe Bridget.

Janet knew she’d end up over a barbecue fire eventually, but fervently hoping that bitch Melissa went first. Being a sex object for a while wasn’t on her list of things to do with her life, but she was going to be quite content with the status if it was offered. Besides, she liked it when the fingers were wiggling around inside her. She wanted more.

Bridget - as much as she thought about anything - considered the process of having her meat evaluated nerve wracking, but interesting. She also enjoyed the penetrating fingers. She decided she’d be quite happy to be around - and under - Belinda or Sharon for a while to come. Her current goal in life was to be the best fuck either woman had ever had. And stay that way for a long time.

Finally, the three were turned back around to face the room again. Sharon and Belinda walked off a little ways to carry on a detailed, low voiced, discussion while the three prospective dinners watched with intent worry. Even with all of their other possible future problems, all three of the women hanging around the main room couldn’t help appreciating their nude evaluators. Belinda’s flawless smooth curves and Sharon’s exuberant built were exciting and fascinating. Sex or being cooked. Bit of a conflict there.

Finally, Belinda walked over to Bridget and looked her in the face while squeezing her bare plump pubic mound. “You’re quite tender, love,” she said. “You have excellent meat potential.”

Then she turned to Janet and began gently stroking her breasts, belly, and thighs. “Dear, you have very succulent flesh and plenty of it in the right places. Of course, there’s the added inducement of the fact that you’ve proven very vocal. I do so love it when a woman sounds off while she’s being prepared and cooked. It quite adds to the ambiance of the occasion.” Belinda pushed a finger between Janet’s thighs and up her wet and open pussy. She continued to examine Janet speculatively as she licked the tasty juice off her finger. “Delicious girl juice, too.”

Then she got to Melissa. “Ah, love, you are quite superb,” Belinda said with a brilliant smile. “You’re truly a pleasure to evaluate. You’re probably the best example of well developed free range meat it’s been my pleasure to examine in a while.” She stroked Melissa’s pussy mound with the palm of her right hand, then gently cupped and jiggled it. “Excellent prime filet, too. Your outer lips are very meaty and your mound is full and tender.”

Then she smiled at Melissa’s wide eyed and worried face again. “You also have the added inducement of the fact that you are a total bitch and…

Belinda gave Melissa a piercing scowl. “… You’ve managed to totally piss me off by stealing my identity for your little scam. You’re today’s guest of honor at our little barbecue.”

Melissa screamed shrilly around her ball gag and kept it up as the five spit mice swiftly took her struggling nude form off the hook and carried her over to the kitchen preparation table. “Dears,” Belinda called after them, ignoring the racket, “she still needs a little loosening up before she’s spitted and stuffed. See to that, would you?”

Five happy faux blonde heads and one brunette head nodded enthusiastically. While Rebecca and four of the girls shackled Melissa’s hands to the table and strapped her upper body across the table’s long end, the last one donned a plug-on and looked at Melissa’s frantically squirming and appetizingly presented bare ass with anticipation.

When Melissa felt the long thick oily shaft of the plug-on push its way up her pussy, she couldn’t help herself. She was loaded with Belinda’s sex drug and was frantically ready for a fuck despite her helpless situation. As she squealed and moaned through her first of many orgasms, she knew that shaft was going to be shoved up her ass soon enough and she was urgently ready to feel it in her bowels.

Meanwhile, Sharon and Belinda had taken Janet and Bridget down from their hooks and removed their ball gags. Then Janet and Bridget had their wrists cuffed across their backs to leave their asses freely available for various kinds of penetrating fun. “Ladies,” Belinda said, “it turns out you two are on the guest list for today’s banquet, not the menu.

“At least for today,” she added thoughtfully. Then she brightened and added, “You may both stand here and watch while Melissa is prepared to roast.”

Janet began happily anticipating a royal fucking and Melissa being prepared for the barbecue - not necessarily in that order. As she stood, legs together and arms bound behind her back, she was quivering with anticipation. The quivers caused her succulent flesh to jiggle slightly and everyone except Melissa appreciated the fact, especially the way her boobs were bobbing.

Bridget stood next to Janet pretty much in the same position, but she wasn’t quivering with eagerness. She was simply curious about what was going to happen to Melissa and wondering if it was going to happen to her sooner or later.

As Bridget concentrated on Melissa being fucked at the prep table, Sharon walked quietly up behind her and studied the blonde’s plump meaty buttocks for a moment. Then she put her hand under Bridget’s tasty cheeks and between her full thighs. “Oh,” Bridget responded looking around at Sharon and coming up on her toes, “what’s that finger doing in there?”

“Wiggling around and pumping,” Sharon responded with a smile.

Bridget turned her head back to watch the fascinating spectacle of an orgasmically squealing Melissa having her butt royally reamed by an enthusiastic spit mouse. Sharon’s finger was doing exciting things in her pussy and truly giving her a wonderful moment. As things got really thrilling down below, Bridget tilted her head slightly, pursed her lips and got a really goofy expression. The Big Bang hit and her eyes rolled up under half closed lids, finishing up with a silly smile all over her face.

Sharon was quite content with Bridget’s reaction, but kept her finger pumping just to see if there was more in there. There was.

After the second pop-off, Bridget murmured, “She’s really squealing.”

Sharon nodded. “Nothing squeals like a woman getting her ass really fucked, except a woman being spitted.”

“Will I sound like that?” Bridget asked.

Sharon nodded judiciously, then said, “Yep. I figure you ought to get really noisy around a spit. You certainly make plenty of music when you get your butt fucked.”

Bridget took a while to meditate on that idea. Since she hoped a good butt fucking was coming soon, she resolved to make it good and noisy.

Belinda decided Sharon had an excellent idea and approached Janet’s full, smoothly curved rear with mischievous intent. Janet immediately got with the program, also rising up on her toes as Belinda’s long and agile finger worked its way into her wet pussy. Then she began a nice vocal accompaniment to the action between her thighs and in her body.

Meanwhile, Melissa was now lying on her belly on the preparation table, bottom hole gaping nicely between full round smooth ass cheeks. Ergo, Rebecca and the spit mice took advantage of the situation and began stuffing Melissa’s ass. After every handful of stuffing was inserted between the woman’s cheeks and up into her butt, a smooth plastic dowel was used to pack it further up into her.

Melissa accompanied every packing with appropriate moans and intense squirms. Having been the recipient of more fucking - pussy and ass - than she’d ever imagined she’d ever get at one time, she was totally in a sexual haze, her face slack, her body totally weak, and her eyes nearly crossed. Something like the aftermath of spending the night with Belinda. She was in great condition for final preparations for a trip to the barbecue, in other words.

Rebecca and three of the spit mice made the most of the opportunity. While Rebecca coated Melissa with spiced cooking oil, the three Dolcett coeds salted and peppered Melissa’s succulent curves then added a light dusting of oregano for a slightly more piquant taste. Melissa was full of sexual endorphins, so she was going to taste delicious anyhow, but a little extra ingredient here and there - especially there - and there - never hurt.

Melissa’s mind was still dazed when she felt her legs being pulled apart, and a long thick something being pushed up her pussy. Part of her brain recognized the bottom half of a two part spit and wanted to panic. However, the rest of her brain didn’t really give a shit.

While this was going on, Janet and Bridget were still getting a nice pussy workout from Belinda and Sharon respectively, whose fingers were also getting a workout. This left Belinda and Sharon slightly deprived, but two of the coeds were coming to the rescue.

Belinda and Sharon - legendary women eaters - had the status of rock stars in the city of Dolcett, California, and most girls the age of the coeds had posters of them up on their bedroom walls. Every Dolcett woman, when she wasn’t wishing with all of her heart to become a gourmet meal, wished she could be like Belinda and Sharon, and two of the coeds decided to seize the opportunity to show their admiration for the living legends. That was how the coeds came to be on their knees in front of said legends with their tongues stuffed as far as they could get them into the legends’ pussies. Belinda and Sharon both thought this was an admirable idea, and enjoyed the wiggly wet tongues on their sensitive clits, meanwhile not neglecting their fingering of the two bound prospective meals.

The six women made a very interesting tableau, and Rebecca, for one, was reminded of the sort of goofy sexual shenanigans that went on back at the ranch.

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Finally, Melissa felt her pussy begin to tingle around the smooth thick shaft inside it and opened her mouth to gasp. When she did, something else - long and soft - was inserted into her open mouth and slightly down her throat. It was the front half of a hypermagnetic spit. Rebecca turned on the powerful electromagnet in the spit and suddenly, Melissa felt like her body was mounted on a long shaft. The part of her brain that was still reasonably with the program panicked and she began squirming on the spit. Everyone, including the ones getting fingered and tongued, thought that was a very exciting performance, hopefully with more to come when Melissa first felt the heat.

Melissa felt the cooks tie her ankles to the spit, then bind her arms to her sides for even cooking. The heat resistant vibrator inserted into her ass to hold in the stuffing was an afterthought, but added to the sensations Melissa was feeling. The vibrations in her bowels and the tingling in her cunt were taking over every part of her mind, leaving her without conscious thought. She was full of sensation that simply needed heat from the cooking coals to blot everything else from her mind.

After still another orgasm, Bridget had the presence of (more or less) mind to ask, “What did they do? She acts like the thing is all of the way through her, but I know it isn’t.” This was a real puzzle to Bridget, and currently beyond her orgasm addled brain to solve.

“That’s a two part magnetic spit,” Sharon answered. “When they turn on the powerful magnet, the girl feels like she’s actually on a spit, but it’s not puncturing anything and she isn’t really harmed. There’s a tingler in the part of the spit up her pussy and a vibrator in her ass. The produce some really wild feelings. Back at the ranch, the girls do it for fun.”

“Fun?”

“Yep,” Sharon said. “Get spitted, go for some time over a low fire or heating coils, become delirious, then get taken off and the cook nibbles your wet and spasming pussy to some real overloaded orgasms. The girls all say it’s the best time you can have until you get to go for what they call the Ultimate Orgasm, cooking for real. Those only come one to a customer.”

“Oh,” Bridget said, processing the concept. “Could I do that?”

“Yes,” Sharon said, pulling out her finger with a wet slurp. As she licked the girl juice off it, she studied Bridget’s appetizingly curved nude body, noting the way her meaty thighs and round jiggly buttocks ground together as the woman twisted her hips in excitement. Sharon decided to take things in hand, so to speak since she’d already taken things in hand literally, and grabbed Bridget’s arm. Rebecca and her girls were already taking Melissa’s (nicely writhing) spitted nude form out to put on the rotisserie.

“Come on, girl,” Sharon said in a husky voice as she released Bridget’s bindings, “we’re going out to the patio and watch Melissa cook. I want you under me. You’re about to get seriously fucked.”

Bridget was very much in favor of the program. She hurried out to the patio to get a good place that would let her watch Melissa turn over the coals. She wanted to watch every glistening wriggling curve of the woman’s succulent body as the spit turned her, presenting every part of her naked flesh to the heat. Arriving at a conveniently flattened pool lounger, Bridget got on it face down and raised up on her elbows to eagerly watch Melissa start to cook.

Sharon walked out next to the lounger, a plug-on already in place and her eyes also on the beautiful sight of Melissa’s luscious bare form constantly squirming against its bindings and the restraining spit that locked her rotating body in place. Sharon loved watching a woman start to cook. She enjoyed the sight of a naked female form glistening from the oil that covered her and continually presenting the viewer with a different and exciting aspect of her bare flesh. She knelt down next to the lounger and began stroking Bridget from the small of her back to mid thigh, occasionally pausing in her stroke to squeeze and knead Bridget’s bare buttocks or thighs.

For her part, Melissa was nearly out of her head with sensual overload. The feeling of straining against her bindings and the rod that felt like it was totally through her body were nearly as exciting as the tingler and the vibrator. The way the heat kissed her body pumped the sensations higher. She could feel the soft oily brush as someone basted her on the most sensitive parts of her flesh. Every time the brush hairs lightly stroked her breasts, or her buttocks, or her pussy mound, she had an orgasm that caused her to convulse against her restraints and the spit. Between times, she couldn’t keep herself from slow continual movement, squirming and writhing. She was starting to smell something wonderful in the air. When she realized it was herself starting to cook, she couldn’t help herself. The convulsions of a full body orgasm took her.

Bridget looked on fascinated and getting ever more sexually excited as she watched Melissa writhe over the heat. Bridget’s mouth was open and her breath came in slow, deep inhalations that showed just how excited she was getting. As she flexed her naked ass cheeks under Sharon’s stroking and fondling hand, Bridget found herself drawn ever more into the beautiful exciting tableau on the barbecue pit. “Is that what it’s like?” she gasped. “Does every woman do that?”

“That’s a pole dance,” Sharon said softly, her attention also on Melissa. “And she’s doing one hell of one. Melissa’s putting on a fantastic performance. That means she’s going to taste great, too. The more a woman orgasms and moves over the heat, the better she tastes.”

Still intently watching Melissa, Bridget continued, absently “I could do that. I bet I’d taste wonderful, too. How long will she go on? Just watching her has me right on the edge of going off.”

Sharon shot a glance at Bridget. The airhead was expressing just what every woman at the ranch said right up until she was cooked. Dumb and innocent as she might be, Bridget was turning into a spit muffin. Looking at Bridget’s luscious nude body a little more closely as her hips wiggled slightly with excitement, Sharon decided there was the basis of a really delicious dinner there.

“Melissa will go on until heat stroke gets her, which shouldn’t be long now,” Sharon said. “We owe it to any cooking woman to watch her perform, and this is too good a show to miss. Don’t worry, I’ll be on top of you as soon as she slows down. I’m as worked up as you are.”

Bridget didn’t have too long to wait. Melissa finally came to a slow stop and Rebecca added more charcoal to the fire to allow the tender meat on the spit to really begin cooking. I’m ready, too, Bridget thought as she felt Sharon mount her, a soft bare thigh to either side of her own. Then Bridget felt Sharon’s firm hands pull her buttocks apart to expose her rear entrance. Bridget shivered with anticipation, waiting for the thick shaft in her bottom.

Sharon slowly and gently pushed the head of her plug-on into Bridget’s ass and let the soft mounds of bottom meat flop back to enclose the shaft of her plug-on. With a slow firm push of her hips, Sharon began to penetrate Bridget’s ass and fully seat the long thick plastic shaft inside her rear end. Bridget was already gasping and writhing as the plug-on fully inserted itself deeply into her butt. It wouldn’t be long, Sharon thought, before this wonderful collection of meaty curves under her had her first orgasm. Sharon leaned forward and took a full breast in either hand, then stretched out on Bridget’s back and began a slow pumping action with her hips, loving the feel of plump soft buttocks compressing against her pubic mound.

The firm shaft up Bridget’s ass felt like a telephone pole and she loved it. She imagined it was the point of a spit between her tender buttocks, and the thought brought on a strong orgasm. Bridget began to moan and gasp, then loudly squealed her appreciation at what was pumping into her body.

It was only the first of a series, and Sharon held on to the tender breasts in her hands, nipples rigid against her palms, and sped up her fucking motions. Bridget went completely wild, causing the plugs in Sharon’s pussy and ass to really work around, driving her own orgasms. Both women became a squirming, hip pumping, loudly gasping unity on the lounger as Melissa quietly rotated over the low fire in front of them.

As she usually did, Belinda did the carving. She forked a thick buttock steak onto Sharon’s plate as the woman stood next to her and asked, “Dearest, who do you think ought to get the prime filet? Melissa has such a plump and juicy pussy. It really ought to go to someone special. Would you like it?”

Sharon shook her head. “Give it to Bridget, Belinda. That delicious goofy broad is almost ready to volunteer as a spit muffin. The taste of freshly cooked pussy ought to do it. She’s already asked me how I thought hers would taste. That’s the sign of a woman that’s mostly on the way.”

Belinda gave one of her tinkling laughs. “I suspected she was nearly ready, lover. I’ll be glad to welcome her with open arms. She has just a perfect body for a spit, and she ought to be delicious after a few weeks at the ranch. Janet will be, too.”

Glancing around at the various nude women around them, Sharon commented, “Well that settles that. What about the five spit mice I picked up?”

“Oh, they can come back to the ranch with me for the rest of their spring break,” Belinda replied. “After all, the girls were promised a trip to the ranch and it’s only right they get one.”

Sharon rolled her eyes. “Anything to get them out of my hair. Rebecca and I will be staying her for a few more days. I could still use some down time. You and the girls back at the ranch ought to be able to take care of the coeds.”

Belinda nodded happily. “Of course, dearest,” she replied. “But don’t stay too long.”

Belinda gave Janet an appraising look. “I suspect Janet will be quite tasty once she’s ready for the kitchen. I know you won’t want to miss that.”

Sharon eyed Janet talking to Bridget while the two waited in the serving line. Studying Janet’s appetizing round smooth buttocks, she commented, “Oh, I won’t miss Janet’s roasting, Belinda. It’ll give me something to sink my teeth into.”

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Thanks WL! Having a fan, wonderful. Having a fan take the time to reply, priceless. I’m busy, but making the time for another Belinda. The girl just keeps doing things!

Leo

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I’ll try to do as good on the next one, T’Sade. Thanks!

And thatk you, WL, for the enthusiasm. It’s encouraging. ;)

Leo