Belinda 24: Belinda and the Dinner with the Huge Hooters by Leo

Belinda 24: Belinda and the Dinner with the Huge Hooters by Leo

Belinda bustled through her Ranch, every fabulous curve of her fabulously curvaceous body moving in different, highly energetic, and wonderfully stimulating directions. This was obvious because Belinda was totally nude. Bare. Starkers. Uncovered from the top of her short cropped blonde hair headed downward over her wonderfully toned body about five feet and a couple of inches to her bare toes, with stops to admire her large perfectly formed rack, flat belly, deliciously rounded tufted pubis, wonderfully jiggling buttocks, and nicely shaped full thighs. Belinda loved being nude, and insisted that every woman here at Belinda’s Meat Ranch and Dairy (and there were ONLY women here at the Ranch) also went totally bare. Not only did it improve the ambiance of the place, it allowed her to see just what the menu looked like.

Since this is a good place to bring a new reader up to date, that’s what will happen. Belinda’s Ranch was actually her ranch style mansion on an isolated cliff overlooking a very private beach just south of South Beach, Miami. Not only was Belinda fabulously built, she was fabulously wealthy, partly from family wealth and partly as the result of a number of chemical patents she’d developed. Belinda was a genius grade chemist when she put her mind to the job. Most times, she was a slightly dotty and utterly capable hunter of bitches, one major food source for the Ranch. Belinda considered it cleaning the gene pool. Every bitch captured, cooked, and eaten was for the betterment of mankind, not to mention that the capture was usually fun and the meal (whoever she was) delicious. The other major food source here at the Ranch were the Spit Muffins - more about them later.

Back to Belinda’s bustling. She never walked. She bustled. As has been said, her bustling put her body into truly stimulating motion that could - and did - excite anyone, male or female, that saw her. There were several things she had to check out this warm sunny Miami morning. The Ranch was expecting a visitor, another volunteer Spit Muffin.

Sometime back, Belinda had made the (Oh, Happy Day!) discovery that there were tasty women out there that harbored the overriding fantasy of becoming a wonderful meal. Belinda recruited them over the Internet and by other means and kept ten or so at the Ranch, replacing women as needed when one realized her ultimate goal of becoming a gourmet meal. Belinda being Belinda, she developed several hormone cocktails that improved the girls (The term is nominal. Spit Muffins ranged in age from the early twenties to Belinda’s forty-something.) once she got them at the Ranch. The large breasted ones got a mixture that started them lactating - the Dairy part of the Ranch’s name. The small breasted ones got another mixture that improved meat development in such critical areas as breasts, buttocks, thighs and pussy and gave them fully developed figures. Those girls usually acted as milkmaids for the others. After six weeks or so of unbridled Lesbian sex and other goofy pursuits, both types became dinner, to their overwhelming joy. Nobody ever said Spit Muffins were anything but nuts, but their bodies’ heavy content of sexual endorphins gave their meat a truly exquisite flavor.

The Ranch had an open floor plan and the kitchen was simply one area of the main room. Out in the living area, Belinda took note of the fact that several muffins (nude and shapely, of course) were reading, watching TV or involved in other solitary pursuits. A couple of the women were making out on the big sofa while another one was hanging, suspended by her wrists, from one of the wall hooks. Her friend, velvet whip lying on the floor nearby, was kneeling in front of her, tongue buried in the hanging girl’s welcoming pussy. A normal day, in other words.

In the kitchen area, Ixinza and Rosa, Belinda’s domestic assistants, were preparing tonight’s meal of honey roasted girl thigh. Ixinza was a mocha colored Creole from Puerto Rico with a Playboy grade figure. Rosa was Mexican, with long honey colored hair of the shade peculiar to Hispanics. Rosa, it would be well to take note, was shorter than Belinda, but had a spectacular set of jugs and an equally spectacular ass. The muffins nicknamed her T&A, which was highly appropriate. They were two paid employees and there’s an interesting history on these two, but the reader will just have to consult earlier Belinda stories to find it.

Seeing all was well, Belinda then embarked on a search for Sharon, her permanent companion, balance wheel for her dotty personality, and forewoman of the Ranch (as denoted by the short gold chain that was clipped to her nipples). She found her taking the sun on a comfortable lounger out by the pool, watching several muffins play in the water while she loafed with true dedication. Belinda sighed. She so hated disturbing Sharon while she was enjoying herself.

Sharon, nearly six feet tall, late twenties, brown haired, and the possessor of a nicely toned 38D-24-38 figure, noted Belinda’s approach with her own small sigh. She asked herself her usual question when Belinda came bustling up, What the Hell’s up now?

“Dearest,” Belinda said in her musical voice, “we’re going to be interviewing a new spit muffin today.”

Sharon heaved herself up from the comfortable lounger with some effort. “Okay, Belinda. You want me to meet her at the door?” That was the normal welcome someone got to the Ranch. It was a bit of a shock to any visitor since Sharon invariably opened the door in a state of nature, i.e. butt naked. Her tall nude figure normally stopped conversation - and conscious thought - of the person(s) on the stoop when that happened. Such a greeting also got visitors immediately into the lifestyle of the Ranch because Sharon then demanded they disrobe. So far, nobody had argued.

“No, lover,” Belinda replied. “I want to meet her myself. I want you and the girls elsewhere. I’m going to dress, since she needs to be relaxed when she arrives. She has a rather interesting physical peculiarity she’s sensitive about and I want you to first see her after I get her nude.”

Interesting, thought Sharon. “All right, then I’ll send the girls to the beach and go hide out in the back when she arrives. You can call me when you’re ready.”

Belinda gave Sharon one of her heart-stopping brilliant smiles. The dear girl was so understanding! Belinda mentally promised Sharon a place in her bed tonight and some really imaginative sex. With Belinda, sex could get really imaginative. “That will be wonderful, lover,” she chimed. “I think you’ll see my point when you meet our new recruit.”

Belinda came to the door when the estate security system announced a car wanting entrance. She wanted to be waiting when the prospective muffin arrived. Very abnormally, she was also dressed . That would make her visitor comfortable. Of course, with Belinda, being dressed meant an expensive translucent white silk blouse, perfectly tailored slacks, and about $50,000 worth of jewelry.

Belinda didn’t have long to wait. The door bell rang a few moments later and she opened the front door to admit a rather tallish platinum blonde about Sharon’s size with neck length hair in her early forties. The woman had some mileage on her, Belinda thought, but the total package was still highly attractive.

“Belinda?” the woman asked. On getting an affirmative answer, she continued. “I’m Rena. I’m here to apply as a muffin.”

Sharon lay on her bed reading, her back against some comfy pillows with her long legs stretched out and crossed in front of her. She was nude, of course. No reason to dress up to meet a possible new muffin. Besides, if she knew Belinda, the new muffin would be naked as soon as possible. Not to mention that Belinda would be naked as soon as possible also. Went with being at the Ranch.

Sharon’s bedroom intercom spoke up. “Lover,” came Belinda’s voice, “would you please come out and meet Rena, our new candidate muffin?”

Once Sharon padded out into the living room, she saw Belinda, nude as was expected, sitting on one of the overstuffed chairs. Standing next to her and elegantly posing with her arms behind her back and one leg slightly extended was the new muffin, also nude. Sharon stopped, flabbergasted. “Are those things real?” she gasped out.

Rena was quite attractive in her bare skin, if showing a bit of her forty something age. Nicely figured, as was normal for a possible muffin, with a tiny tuft of platinum hair on her pussy mound. What caused Sharon’s reaction and slightly openmouthed stare was Rena’s chest. The woman had two of the largest breasts Sharon had ever seen on a woman with that kind of body. They were globular and stood out instead of drooping. Basically, Rena bobbled instead of flopped.

Rena looked uncomfortable for a moment, then nodded. “They are,” she said reluctantly. “You can check.”

Rena stood quietly, if a little uneasily, while Sharon approached and gently fondled the huge globes that fronted her ribcage. Feeling Sharon’s gentle hands on her bosom, Rena relaxed and started retelling the story she’d already given Belinda. “I am - or was - a stripper. My breasts really started growing really big in my teens and I made plenty of money from the porn business. Since I got older, though, I don’t get jobs much anymore - not good ones - and I’m just about broke. I’ve always had a secret thing about Dolcett, and when I found out about the Ranch, I thought my prayers were answered. I really, really want to be one of your spit muffins. I want to be cooked. I just know I’d be delicious. Belinda told me you also have a say-so in whether I can join the herd and I hope you’ll agree to take me in.”

She looked Sharon in the face with big blue eyes, her expression pleading, and continued, “I hope you like me.”

Sharon couldn’t resist. She also knew what Belinda’s decision was. “Well,” Sharon said, her actions very uncharacteristically sympathetic, “I think we can find a place for you.” She slipped her hands around Rena’s back and hugged her. The situation just seemed to call for it.

As she pulled away from Rena, Sharon felt something wet. Looking down, she saw white drops on her breasts. Sharon gave milk, so she knew exactly what it was. She gave Rena a surprised look. “You lactate?”

Rena nodded, a little uncomfortable at this new revelation. “I’ve always leaked a few drops, ever since I was in my teens. I-I kind of do it at very emotional moments.”

“Well, love,” Belinda said soothingly as she bounced up from her chair and bustled over to pat Rena on her back - and other places, “you’ll be doing a great deal more than that. In fact, I expect you’ll become a champion milker in the dairy once you’ve had your hormones. We’ll give you your first dose tomorrow and you’ll be in the milk line several days after that, just like Sharon and some of the other girls. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. Tomorrow will be quite special for you.”

Belinda’s hand slipped down Rena’s back to the woman’s nicely rounded plump ass. It was also globular, just like her breasts. Sort of a counterbalance. Studying the largish smooth mounds of flesh, she said absently, “Dear, there’s something else you haven’t shown Sharon. Please turn around.”

Rena did, and Sharon whistled in appreciation. Most women with large breasts tended to have flatter asses. Not Rena. Her butt was very proportionate, smooth, and perfectly rounded with a deep split between the buttocks and long creases under the cheeks, indicative of plenty of good meat. “Rena, that ass of yours is definitely in the salt, pepper, and cook category. It makes me want to reach for a barbecue fork. Really, really great thighs and legs, too. You definitely have come to the right place, girl.”

Rena blushed happily. She was used to being lusted after because of her breasts and it finally started to bother her. Compliments about her ass - much less the entire lower half of her body - were something new, and actually a little thrilling. She decided she was going to like it at the Ranch.

Right then, someone else - actually two someone elses - entered the room from the bedroom wing. Belinda wanted Dawn (1) to meet Rena, thinking the two would have much in common. Of course, where Dawn (1) went, so did Dawn (2).

Dawn (1) was short, also platinum blonde, with a pixie hairdo. Short, yes, but with a very full figure and a soft body kept rigorously cushy by a total aversion to exercise. Her best friend, Dawn (2), was taller with the sort of figure that would have caused a riot at any fraternity house. Dawn (1) had originally come to the Ranch to become meat and Dawn (2) had come with her for moral support during the interview. Dawn (2) had been given leave to stay at the Ranch for as long as she wanted. That might be a while because, instead of meat, Dawn (1) was now the Ranch pet.

Dawn (1) had a very quiet and placid personality, made more that way because of a very rough past she declined to discuss. She was soft, affectionate, and pleasant to stroke. She was frequently found cuddled next to Belinda, Sharon, or one of the other girls, all of whom enjoyed the sensation of running a gentle hand over Dawn’s curvy body. Great in bed, too. By now, Belinda had no intention of cooking the girl or otherwise removing her from the Ranch unless she so desired. One didn’t roast one’s pet.

Dawn (1) looked at Rena. “Rena!”

Rena looked at Dawn (1). “Dawn!”

As the two went into a nude clinch, Sharon looked over their entwined bodies at Belinda. “I guess they know each other.”

Belinda smiled. It was so nice when things worked out for the best, even when she didn’t know that was going to happen. She let the reunion go on for a few minutes, then swatted both Dawns and Rena on their bouncy bare asses. “Dears, dears,” she said firmly. “While this is all very well, Rena needs to be physically prepared to become a spit muffin. Dawns, if you will be so kind, take Rena in the back and remove her body hair, will you.”

That involved covering the new girl with a depilatory cream that permanently removed her body hair, then a shower to wash away hair and remaining cream. Oh, and it was good for those little trouble spots like the upper lip, too.

Looking at the three, Sharon figured the shower and treatment might involve a little grab-ass. Belinda, eyes twinkling, had the same assessment. “Dawns,” she said as the three women started to leave the room, “also make sure Rena’s cleaned out inside, too. One can never tell what may happen in an afternoon, can one?”

Since said clean-out involved an ultra deep enema followed by a soft flexible foam headed brush after the enema had done its work, Sharon suspected grab ass was almost a guarantee. As she eyed the three departing asses, Sharon thought she wouldn’t mind grabbing any one of them. She resolved to do that to at least one of the three later. Let them have their fun now.

It was deep into the hours after midnight, and the Ranch was dark and silent. The usual moans, groans, and squeals (all muffled by excellent soundproofing, Belinda knew what bedrooms were for) were quiet. This was the Dawns’ favorite time. This was when they could come out to the main room and lie on the big couch . They liked to lie there in a full body embrace with their arms around each other, every soft curve pressed tenderly together, and have a slow murmured discussion about things in general.

Tonight was a little different, since Rena was with them. As the couch was too small for three lushly built nude women to lie in a joint embrace, they moved to the conversation pit with its comfortably soft deep pile rug that felt so good on bare skin. A few pillows under heads and everything was right. Talk between the three was low voiced and slow, with pauses between each comment. Gentle conversation while equally gentle hands stroked bare bodies. Nobody really cared whose hands were stroking or whose body was getting a caress. It was a joint communion between the three of them.

After a comfortable while, Rena said, “I’ve never had anything so far up my ass as that brush. It was kinky, but kind of fun. I’ve never told anyone, but I like it in either end.”

A few seconds later, Dawn (1) responded, “I knew that. You’ll like the Ranch. Here, when someone puts it in you, it can go in either place.”

Pause. Dawn (2) added, “Try Sharon. She really does a great job on a girl’s ass. Everybody here will give your pussy a real workout, but Sharon’s best in your butt.”

Another pause. Rena asked, “What about cooking a woman? Dinner was wonderful, whoever she was. I dream about tasting that good. When are we going to actually cook another girl?”

Pause, but you get the idea by now, so they won’t be indicated from here on in. Dawn (2), the (relatively) chatty one of the pair, replied, “That was Lois. We’ll barbecue or oven roast a girl in the next few days or so. There’s no schedule for that sort of thing. Belinda cooks a girl when she’s ready to be cooked.”

Digesting that news, Rena changed the subject. “I loved meeting everybody. Everyone gave me a big full body hug, but I’m not used to having so many different women put a finger up my pussy.”

Dawn (1). “That’s how you say hello here. Everyone likes you.”

Rena, sniffling a little. “They like me?”

Dawn (2). “Here at the Ranch, we like you for who you are. You have such nice meat that everyone really admires you, too.”

Rena. “Not for sex?”

Dawn (1), with a quiet little smile on her dimly seen face. (It’s dark, remember?) “Oh, everyone’s interested in sex, too.”

Dawn (2). “The sex here is wild. Wait until you ride a two part spit in role play or sit on the pussy grill. Wild. Great orgasms.”

Rena. “You do that?”

Dawn (1). “A lot.”

Rena. “I can?”

Dawn (2). “You will.”

Rena lay there, arms and legs entwined with the other two, her breasts pressing against soft flesh, and thought a lot. It looked like she was in the right place for the first time in a long time.

Quiet conversation continued on into the night.

The next morning was bright and sunny, as Miami days are wont to be, and a wonderful day for the sort of goofy routine that characterized the Ranch. Rena was awakened early and brought to the milking room along with the rest of the girl herd. Once there, she saw a line of nude girls on their hands and knees, large bare breasts dangling. They were on a low platform on one side of the room. Kneeling in front of the line of nude milkers was an equally nude line of girls doing the milking. First soft feminine hands would stroke bare breasts to stimulate them, then fingers would squeeze nipples to start the milk flowing. Once everything was squirting nicely, the milkmaid would grab as much breast as possible and squeeze to really milk the girl. The sound of milk squirting into buckets filled the room. Rena was fascinated.

Rosa came bobbling and jiggling over to Rena. “You next up when we getta space,” she said. “I been milked so I milk you.”

Rena’s eyes opened in surprise. “But I don’t give milk yet!” she said, then glanced down at her own nipples where milk drops were forming. Yup. The whole milking scene was getting her a bit worked up. “At least, not much.”

Rosa gave her a big cheerful grin as she hefted Rena’s large economy sized milk jugs. “Oh, t’is not to get milk. It just so you getta feel for what you gonna be doin’.” She thoughtfully studied the super sized handfuls in her hands, then lifted each breast slightly and licked the milk drops off their nipples . “I tink tis gonna be fun for bot’ of us. Ixinza gonna be tere to help you relax.”

Soon enough, Rena found herself on hands and knees on the milking platform. The rest of the room was crowded with naked women. Normally, everyone would move on to get ready for hormone injections after milking, but today they all wanted to see Rena - and her huge hooters - get “milked”. Noticing all of the admiring -and slightly lustful - looks, Rena was a little nervous at first. She felt like she was back in a strip club dancing on stage. Then, as she saw the two Dawns in the audience, she relaxed. This was Belinda’s, and everyone here was friendly.

Rena felt gentle knowing fingers on her pussy. It was Ixinza, standing behind her and stroking her as Rosa began the milking routine. “You have such a plump delicious pussy,” Ixinza said pleasantly. “You’re really prime meat.” Rena blushed at the compliment.

Then tingles began flowing from her pussy to her breasts and Rena moaned slightly. “Tat right,” Rosa said softly as she continued gently squeezing the soft flesh of Rena’s huge breasts. “You jus enjoy tis. It supposed to be fun.” It certainly was fun. Rena’s cunt clenched in the first of several minor orgasms of the morning.

Next came hormones. There was a specific mixture for milk muffins and another mixture for those needing meat enhancement. Needless to say, Rena was in the dairy producer category. Rena watched five of the muffins mount a low platform holding a backless bench facing the sea. The interesting thing about the platform was that it had five long plastic prongs sticking up from it at intervals. The purpose of same was revealed as the girls sat down, sliding the nice long thick fake schlong up their pussies as they sat. The things were also close enough that the impaled girls were pressing bare hip flesh together as they squirmed around the shafts inserted in their bodies. Rena took careful note of the fact that their expressions were ones of concentration and enjoyment.

“Those are vibrators,” one of the muffins standing next to Rena, a nicely rounded woman named Janet, helpfully explained. “They start up when you sit down and get it in you. The feeling’s so nice, sometimes I just get up on the bench to sit and look out over the sea for a while.” She grinned at Rena’s slightly surprised expression. “Then I get up, find another girl, and we fuck like rabbits.”

Ixinza walked behind the five with a tray full of labeled enema bulbs that had extra long stems. As she walked along the line of luscious bare butts, she picked up a bulb and inserted the stem up - way up - the girl’s ass. A squeeze, a squeal from the happy recipient, and Ixinza moved on to the next in line. Because the platform and the bench put the girl’s butt at Ixinza’s eye level, no bending was required and Ixinza was treated to a close-up view of some nicely squirming bare bottom flesh.

Thus fortified by explanation and example, Rena was ready when her name was called. Sitting on her prong, she was quite happy with the feeling of the long thick shaft vibrating inside her. The view of the water was great, too. She could see what Janet was talking about. The whole feeling was both relaxing and stimulating at the same time, especially rubbing her bare smooth hips against the those of the girls on either side of her. When she felt the stem push smoothly up her ass, she couldn’t help but give a little yip, then follow it with another minor orgasm. More fun. She was really getting to like Belinda’s ranch.

Dawn (2) walked up to her afterwards and handed her a sports bra. Eyeing Rena’s sizable frontage, she said, “Here, Rena, put this on for aerobics. It’ll be a bit tight, but it’s the largest size we’ve got. Ixinza told me she’s going to order you some bigger ones today.”

Squeezing into the bra, Rena had to admit it was tight, and she was certainly spilling out the top, but it ought to work if she was a bit careful and didn’t throw her boobs around too much during the exercises. Being basically nude and surrounded by nude women, Rena thought the exercise session was both interesting and (again) exciting. Hot and sweaty afterwards, she followed everyone’s example and tossed her wet bra into a nearby hamper before joining the gang in the pool. The game of water tag was great, especially since tagging involved getting a finger between another girl’s thighs or butt cheeks. Another goofy muffin variation on a theme and totally in accord with the ranch’s ambiance.

Breakfast was buffet style and the bacon came from a girl named Tandy. Delicious. It was also the first girl bacon Rena had ever eaten and she loved the flavor. After breakfast, she went to sit on a pool lounger, thinking happy relaxed thoughts and hoping she tasted just as delicious when her time came. Rena was now in full muffin mode.

That was where she was when Belinda came bustling out of the house, nude and full of energy and purpose. Rena, who happened to be looking that way at what was exactly the right time, found her eyes riveted to Belinda’s marvelous figure in glorious motion. It made her a bit excited. Normal reaction.

Belinda came bustling (and jiggling) up to Rena’s lounger and said, “Dear, I hope you enjoyed the morning.”

Rena nodded. “It was fun, Belinda, but after the milking, the hormones, and all of the games, I have to admit I’m still a little horny.”

Belinda didn’t bother to explain Rena’s sex drive was enhanced by the hormones she’d been given earlier. One reason muffin meat was so much more delectable than free range girl flesh was the constant infusion of sexual endorphins. Besides, plenty of sex kept the muffins happy and occupied. Instead, Belinda went to the heart of the matter, eyeing Rena’s beautifully formed legs and plump hairless pussy mound. “Love, I’ll have one of the girls over here in a minute for you. You’re new here, dear, and a bit shy, so I understand that you don’t know. Let me tell you one aspect of life here. Whenever the mood strikes you, simply ask one of the girls around you. I’m sure one, or more than one, of them will be happy to oblige.

“Meanwhile,” she continued, “I have something that needs doing this afternoon. I’m afraid you’re going to have to get dressed again because I need you to accompany Sharon and myself on a small excursion.”

Watching Rena’s happy face fall, Belinda hastened to repair damages. “Oh, it’s only for a little while, love. You’re still a spit muffin in good standing… or sitting… or lying down… or whatever. It’s just that we have to dispose of your car. We simply don’t need it and I have a charity downtown that sells the girls’ cars to make money. Everything’s for a good cause, love. The funds from your car will go to help people that need it.”

Belinda thought for a moment. “I tell you what, dear. After we return, I’ll make up for the inconvenience and have the girls put you on the grill or a spit for a while. Won’t that be fun?”

At first, Rena panicked at the thought of herself cooking, at least, cooking before she could enjoy more of the ranch. Then she realized Belinda would do no such thing. She was talking about role play, the way some of the other girls told her they did here on a regular basis. Hm. Might be interesting to see what being barbecued was like. “Okay, Belinda,” Rena said with a big smile. “That sounds like fun.”

“Wonderful, love!” Belinda said and reached down to pat Rena’s bare thigh with affection. Her expression got thoughtful for a moment as the pat turned into a few testing squeezes of firm meat, but Belinda soon stopped and bustled off. More to do.

A few moments later, the Dawns appeared and each one took one of Rena’s hands. “Come on, Rena,” Dawn (2) said with a smoldering look. “Belinda told us you need a little attention.”

In no time at all, they were in the main room’s conversation pit with one Dawn sucking one of Rena’s sensitive nipples while the other Dawn dove tongue first into her pussy. Rena wasn’t sure who was where because the two would switch places every so often, but the whole situation was marvelous.

Belinda smiled as she passed the trio a few moments later. From the sound effects, things were going quite well. Rena had a little problem and it sounded like the solution was satisfactory. She so loved solving problems for her girls.

After Belinda left, Dawn (1) said in a sensuous tone, “We’re going to try something different, Rena. Just lie back and spread your legs.”

This sounded interesting, so Rena did as she was told. Once her legs were spread, Dawn (1) slid between them, hips first, until their crotches were in firm contact. “Feel my pussy kissing yours?” Dawn (1) asked impishly.

Rena closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation. “Ummmmm. Wonderful.”

Dawn (1) grabbed one of Rena’s legs and began rocking her hips. “Just grind your pussy on mine, Rena. We’re going to be pussy rubbing for a while.”

Rena rocked her cunt against Dawn (1)’s for a little while and began to get more and more excited. She could feel the orgasm building, and it promised to be a dandy. Things got even better in a moment when Dawn (2) slid next to her and began nibbling on one of her sensitive nipples. Oh, she thought as she rocked her hips and began moaning, listening to the liquid sound of wet pussy lips slipping on each other, the Ranch is wonderful!

The trouble started just after the car was delivered. Belinda, Sharon, and Rena were on the street outside the charity’s office and heading over to Belinda’s car for the drive back to the Ranch. They were delayed by a crazed serial killer.

“Serge Storms!” Belinda said with pleasure. “I haven’t seen you around for a while. What have you been doing, dear?”

Sharon sighed, since she knew Serge. If he was asked a question like that, he was going to reply in detail. Long and involved, if disjointed, detail. Yep. Serge went into a long erratic monologue, delivered at his usual mile a minute pace and jumping all over the place in his narration. Sharon tuned it out. She knew the sum of Serge’s remarks would explain his recent whereabouts, but his narration style was purely freeform and nearly impossible for somebody remotely sane to follow.

Belinda, on the other hand, seemed to follow the whole thing just fine. “Well, love,” she said when Serge wound down, “it sounds as though you’ve been keeping busy all over Florida. I do hope we can get together some time soon.”

“Not now, Belinda,” said Serge, making a nearly unheard of statement. “Gotta go to Clearwater. Going to make a fortune detecting pirate treasure. There’s Coleman! Bye!” He dashed off.

Sharon said, “Belinda, why hang around with that guy? He’s a crazed serial killer.”

Belinda smiled in Sergei’s direction. “Yes, dearest, but he’s a NICE crazed serial killer. He only kills people that need killing.”

“Good point.”

As she watched Serge go, Belinda made an amazing statement. “I do hope we can get together soon. Sex with Serge is amazing. The last time nearly wore me out.”

Sharon’s eyes widened in amazement. Belinda was an exhausting bed partner. Sex with her was innovative, exciting, and almost too much for a normal person. And she ought to know. She eyed Serge’s retreating back with respect and a little awe.

Serge’s departure caused her to miss the arrival of an ominous group.

A Russian accented female voice said ominously, “There you are Rena. I’m glad we found you.”

Sharon’s quick glance took in the fact that they were now in company with three persons, a rather voluptuous dark haired woman and two muscular goons. The goons already had guns in their hands. The woman favored Belinda, Sharon, and Rena with a nasty smile. “I’m afraid you may have seen something you shouldn’t, Rena. You and your friends need to come with us.”

Rena stepped back, her face a mixture of anger and fear. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ivana. I left the club because I found something better to do. I don’t care about you or your operation.”

“But you witnessed Mister DeSasso enter my office, Rena,” Ivana purred. “Police are sure to ask questions about that when his body is found. Now all of you be big girls about this and don’t make a fuss here on the street. If you do, we’ll simply shoot you here and leave.”

Belinda was surveying the trio in front of her calm dislike. Russian mob. Nothing like her dear friends from New York. She did NOT like the Russian mob. Absolutely no sense of lightness whatsoever.

Sharon, for her part, shifted her position and kept an unobtrusive close eye on the Russians. Belinda obviously wasn’t carrying a gun under that translucent tight white tube dress she was wearing. She, on the other hand, had one under the sleeveless work shirt she had tied under her bountiful breasts. The problem was getting to it while the goons had guns on them. Maybe they wouldn’t be searched and she could get to it enroute to wherever these lowlifes were going to take them. She had to do it soon, though. It was obvious these characters were going to kill them. Then she saw something else. Serge.

He was rapidly creeping up on the trio, a tire iron in his hands and a grin on his face.

CLUNK.

Belinda moved, almost too fast to see, as the first goon dropped. After a flurry of activity, the second goon was out cold on the sidewalk and his gun was in her hand. Sharon moved at the same time and the result was Ivana was suddenly held rigid with her arms pinioned behind her.

“Thank you very much, Serge, dear,” Belinda said sweetly. “Why don’t you take these two objectionable men and do something humorous with them?”

She turned to Rena. “Rena, love, it’s time to return to the Ranch. I do believe we have a new guest of honor for tomorrow’s dinner. I do so love cooking bitches and Ivana quite fits my definition.”

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Rena walked out of the Ranch changing room nude once again and reflecting that she was getting quite comfortable in a state of nature. She hadn’t realized clothes were such a bother until coming to the Ranch and leaving them behind. Being totally bare was just so much more comfortable, she told herself.

The racket she was hearing was something else again, and she got curious. She strolled into the main room and realized there were actually two distinct sets of groaning, moaning, squeals, and such. One set was a little muffled and coming from the back. In that case, the squeals, etc., were interspersed with shaky Russian dialog - probably pleas or threats or both. Something was happening to Ivana she didn’t like. Probably enema and hair removal. Tsk.

The rest of the noise was coming from a nearby couch. One of the muffins ( the noisy one) was lying face down and another one was flat on top of her, pumping with her hips. The girl on top pulled her hips back while the one squirming and writhing on the bottom pulled away slightly and Rena could see a flesh colored shaft pushed between plush soft ass cheeks. Someone one was being fucked, or rather, ass fucked. Interesting. Rena supposed the girl on the top was using a strap-on but she couldn’t see any straps. Rena continued watching (and, of course, listening) for a few moments and she could feel herself reacting.

Belinda chose that moment to bustle up to her, producing the usual pussy dampening reaction in every healthy woman within sight, to include a very healthy and already charged up Rena. Belinda glanced at the pair on the couch and remarked sweetly, “I do enjoy it when the girls play together so nicely.”

Turning to Rena, she continued, “I’m well aware you’re enjoying this, dear, and we’ll do something about the excitement you’re showing in a few minutes. First, I need to clear up a point or two that I consider important. Let’s go sit over in the corner, shall we?”

She followed Belinda, her eyes riveted to the woman’s ass cheeks as they bobbled together (another stimulating sight), over to a pair of comfy chairs in a corner. Rena seated herself, squirming slightly. The combination of the ass fuck and Belinda’s spectacular body in motion had her motor running nicely. “What’s up, Belinda?” she asked in a voice that was quivering slightly due to sexual excitement.

Belinda reached over and patted Rena’s bare thigh, following it absently with the usual squeeze to test the meat. “Nothing serious, dear, but I need something settled. Did you come here just to get away from Ivana and her gang? If so, you need to rethink your desire to be a muffin. I won’t throw you out, but I won’t cook a muffin that isn’t truly in favor of the process. The Ranch is about satisfying the fantasy that certain girls have of becoming a gourmet dinner. You have wonderful meat, but so do the Dawns and they aren’t on the menu unless they change their minds, you know. I’m perfectly willing to have you as a guest as long as you want until you decide what you want to do in the future.”

Glancing back at the ass fuck that was currently in a wonderful - and loud - conclusion, Rena thought about Belinda’s question and the ass sex. Both women were loudly popping off. That wasn’t normal with a regular strap-on. Then she looked back at Belinda. “I never really knew what was happening at the strip club, Belinda. Oh, I guess I saw that guy go into the office and not come out, but I didn’t care. You and I had already talked on line and I was planning to come here. I’ve had this fetish of being cooked for years, and it keeps getting stronger. I have dreams about the ultimate orgasm they say you get when you’re really cooking. I really want to do it, and do it your way, but I’m a little scared about how it will feel, you know? I don’t know if I could stand being over the coals or how I’d really react. So far, it’s just been my dreams.”

Belinda smiled and leaned over to pat Rena’s bare thigh again. “We’ll just give you a little taste, shall we, Rena? If you enjoy it, you can stay on the Ranch menu.” She gave Rena an expertly appraising look. “I will say you’ll reward us with a truly exciting pole dance if you decide to be spit roasted, dear. I’m quite looking forward to it. Now why don’t you come with me and you’ll get a little taste of what it’s like. I promise you we won’t hurt you.”

Rena got up, then glanced back at the couch where the two women were just lying, one flat on top of the other, and both were softly moaning. That was quite a performance. “Belinda,” she asked, “how did that girl on top fuck her partner? I didn’t see any straps.”

“Oh, a wonderful invention by one of our previous - and quite tasty -muffins, dear, the plug-on,” Belinda chimed. She opened the drawer of a small table and pulled out a strange device, holding it by the (big) lifelike plastic penis. The base of the penis was attached to a padded U shaped spring and two plugs were mounted on the spring, facing inward. “A girl gets into the spring so it securely clasps her crotch and the penis faces outward. The two plugs go into her pussy and ass, so she gets the benefit of the movement of the girl she’s fucking. Much more secure than a strap-on and far more fun for both parties. We use it whenever someone wants a good fuck.

“If you’d like to be done in the ass, well… every woman here takes it in the butt, but some really like it more than others, Ixinza, for instance,” she said. “With an ass like yours I’m certain you’ve been rear ended before.”

Rena nodded thoughtfully, eyeing the long thick penis on the plug-on. “A couple of guys, but it wasn’t all that much fun when they did it. I really want a good butt-fuck, but I’m not sure I could take something like that up my ass.”

Belinda laughed like tinkling bells as she put the plug-on away. “Oh, don’t let that bother you, dear, any muffin will tell you it’s possible, then show you. You’ll become quite used to it. I suggest you ask Sharon the first time you want to try a good butt banging. The girls here all say she’s the best they’ve ever had in their ass. They say the orgasms were quite intense, almost as strong as when they ride a role play spit.

“Now come with me and you’ll get your very first pussy toasting.”

Before she quite knew what was happening, Rena found herself on the patio, standing next to a big grill with her ankles and thighs bound together with rope, her hands tied behind her back, and a ball gag in her mouth. Two grinning muffins were happily heating the electric grill’s coils. Another was putting a big girl-sized platter on a nearby table.

“The restraints are simply to help you get into the right mood, dear,” Belinda said as she brushed cooking oil liberally on a very uneasy Rena’s plump rounded bare buttocks and full shapely thighs. “Right now, you’re meat, you know.”

Rena hoped Belinda wouldn’t neglect one very important detail. She didn’t. Belinda smiled and said, “Bend over, love, so I can put some oil on your pussy. Wouldn’t want it to improperly cook, love.” Rena did, and the sensation was wonderful. Another minor orgasm.

Soon enough, a far more uneasy Rena found herself sitting on the grill, starting to feel the heat from the electric coils under her delicious round ass and plump pussy, shooting panicky looks at the four smiling women watching her. As the heat built up, she realized they were grilling her pussy and butt as she sat and began squealing in fear. Belinda, with a knowing smile, reached over with both hands and pinched Rena’s nipples, using them to jiggle her huge breasts. Belinda appeared to have guessed Rena’s secret: She was tired of being lusted after for her huge breasts, but that didn’t mean they weren’t sensitive. Rena got turned on every time her globes were fondled.

Almost immediately, Rena’s eyes rolled up and the tone of her squeals changed from panic to sexual excitement. Underneath the noise she was making, she could hear the dripping of girl juice from her pussy onto the grill’s catch plate and smell the wonderful aroma as the drops sizzled and evaporated. Sounds and smells drove her crazy and she began wriggling and writhing her smooth full hips and thighs as she sat on the warm grill, the heat from the electric coils below radiating upward, gently toasting her pussy and ass.

“Hm, I do believe you are one of the most juicy women it’s been my pleasure to cook in a while,” Belinda chimed. “Your pussy ought to be quite tasty once it’s on a platter.”

Rena squirmed, squealed, and wriggled through a series of ever bigger - and noisier - orgasms until she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore. Then she felt female arms lifting her and smoothly depositing her on her back on the platter. Her wrists were quickly untied, then retied to her ankles to hold her legs back, displaying a plump pulsating pussy glistening with girl juice. Someone sat down on the chair facing her butt. Rena, her eyes screwed shut and head constantly turning from side to side as she moaned and squealed, was barely able to think enough to guess it was Belinda.

Then two feminine hands pushed her thighs back slightly and a long, active - oh, very active - tongue inserted its velvet length into her cunt. Rena went totally wild, her brain exploding in a kaleidoscope of colors and sexual sensation. In two words, she went bug fuck. Rena was slightly delirious, which helped the sensations as the tongue on and in her pussy drove her nearly insane. Her squeals turned to real screams, slightly muffled by the ball gag in her mouth, and her whole body began writhing and clenching as orgasm after orgasm rolled through her gut. The other cooks followed Belinda and Rena was too far gone to care - or note - when the women changed places. She was simply feeling, writhing, and screaming.

A while later, freed of her bonds and gag, a completely exhausted Rena sat in the patio hot tub, letting the warm swirling waters soothe her overworked pussy. Looking at the bleary expression on her face, Belinda commented merrily. “That was a wonderful performance, dear, and you tasted simply fabulous. I’m going to love to get you on a role play spit, and you’ll truly be a gourmet’s delight once you’re properly roasted. Your meat is melt-in-the-mouth tender.”

Belinda gave Rena a long thoughtful study. “You’re a bit worn out at the moment, love, but I think you’re ready for another new experience. We’re going to spit that deliciously plump Russian bitch tomorrow, which should be quite stimulating. Everyone always has a good time with each other during the cooking and I think you need to be well broken in by then.”

Belinda’s sweet smile was brilliant. “You just remain here and soak to your heart’s content. Tonight, I think Sharon will want to have you in her bed. Rest assured, you’ll quite enjoy it.”

Rena watched Belinda walk away (Who couldn’t?) and felt her pussy tingle at the sight even after her recent grill and multiple pussy-eating. Then she realized what Belinda meant. Her eyes got big with apprehension and shock as she realized she was going to be spending the night with Sharon, which meant she was going to be taking one of those big plug-ons up her ass.

Think relaxing thoughts, girl, she told herself. If nothing else, it ought to feel like what was going to happen when they put a spit up her ass like she saw in those Internet pictures. Her pussy started tingling again and she absently squeezed her nipples as her imagination ran riot.

Rena was out of the hot tub and drying herself off when she heard Sharon’s voice behind her. “Here, Rena, I’ll help you with that.”

She turned to see Sharon’s smiling face as the woman took her towel from hands suddenly grown a little weak with nerves. Rena began to relax as Sharon gently dried every soft curve of her rounded bare body. “Belinda told me about what she wanted you to do tonight,” Sharon said pleasantly, running the fluffy towel up and down Rena’s shapely legs and not neglecting to brush her pussy and buttocks. “That sounds like a plan, but I think we need to get to know each other first. Dinner together and some quiet time this evening sound good to you?”

It sounded great to Rena. She was starting to lose her nervous fear and a different kind of tension was tentatively beginning: anticipation.

Dinner was nice and relaxed in the dining area with all of the girls and Sharon seemed to be going out of her way to make pleasant, casual conversation. Sitting with their naked bodies gently pressed together on a couch after dinner was also enjoyable. Rena took heart from the way the Dawns occasionally smiled at the sight of her and Sharon in close conversation. There was even some soft music and dancing, Sharon’s strong arms around her and their bodies pressed together as they slowly moved to the songs on the music system. The whole evening was nothing like Rena expected. Sharon was turning out to be very nice. She even enjoyed it as Sharon occasionally caressed and squeezed her soft round ass as they danced. It was a seduction, and she was enjoying it.

Rena started to get nervous again when they finally ended up in Sharon’s bedroom. Glancing at the big bed nervously, she decided to get to the point - or the bottom of the matter, anyway. Facing away from Sharon, she struck a pose well remembered from her nude modeling days, legs straight but gracefully positioned, hips, buttocks, back and upper body erect but relaxed. The whole effect was elegant and sexy as hell.

Rena looked back over her shoulder with a smoldering expression (carefully hiding her resurgent nerves) and said in a husky voice, “Here’s my bottom. How would you like me?”

Sharon was feeling a little smoldering herself. From the tingle in her pussy, she knew she was getting damp. “In my arms,” she said in an equally husky voice.

Was a bit surprised, but pleased. She turned and advanced on Sharon. This was her chance to try something she’d been wanting to do all evening. Other girls in the place did it to each other as though it was no big thing, but she was still new and a little shy. Well, she and Sharon were alone here.

Sharon got her first surprise when Rena didn’t hug her, instead, a warm wet soft mouth landed unerringly on a prominent (given Sharon’s excitement, VERY prominent) nipple. Sharon squirmed slightly as she put her arms Rena’s head gently and moaned slightly with pleasure.

Sharon’s second surprise came a few very pleasant and stimulating moments later as the mouth abandoned her nipple and began trailing down the front of her naked body . Rena sank to her knees as Sharon spread her legs to shoulder width, leaving clear access to her hairless cunt. Rena clearly had plans, and a few moments later, Sharon discovered those plans involved a very active tongue on her clit and a finger or two up inside her, everything squirming. Sharon leaned her head back as the tongue and fingers worked, her eyes closed in pleasure and her own tongue licking her lips. Her belly contracted in orgasm and she moaned loudly. A few moments later, the moans were even louder.

After that, things got highly active on the tongue and pussy front for a while as Sharon returned Rena’s favor. Somehow, they both ended up on the bed. Finally, Rena turned over on her belly and waggled her bare bottom, causing her two smooth delicious mounds of succulent butt meat to joggle deliciously. “Sharon, honey, PLEASE fuck my ass! I’m ready!”

Then Rena just lay there, chin resting on her crossed hands and eyes closed, listening to Sharon get up, don her plug-on and oil its shaft. She knew something long and thick was going to be inserted up her butt, but she was ready for it. No more nerves. She was excited, her round bottom wriggling slightly, and ready to welcome the penetration. When she felt Sharon’s bare legs on either side of her own naked thighs, she knew her first Lesbian ass fuck was coming.

The first thing Rena felt was Sharon’s finger gently entering her bottom hole, moving in slowly widening circles to loosen her up and prepare the way. Then the blunt thick tip of the plug-on’s shaft pushed it’s way inside her ass and there was a little pain, but Rena was too excited to let it bother her. She felt the oily shaft pushing smoothly between her meaty deep buttocks, far up inside her and finally stop. She had the whole shaft in her ass. It felt like a telephone pole… or a spit. Oh! Rena had a small orgasm.

Rena felt Sharon’s bare body settle full length on her own lush nudity. Then the woman fucking her ass began to gently pump. Rena felt the shaft in her bowels begin to smoothly penetrate and withdraw, in and out, and the feelings were indescribably wonderful. She began to squeal in excitement as things got faster, shoving the round thick cushions of her buttocks back to meet Sharon’s plunging hips. The long thick shaft sliding back and forth inside her, the feeling as her butt cheeks compressed against Sharon’s bare hips, and the soft hands holding her huge sensitive breasts all combined to produce thrills that were building to the biggest orgasm of Rena’s life. “OooooOOOHHH… AAAAAAAHH!!”

As the night wore on, Rena tried having her rump rammed in a variety of positions, on her belly, on her side, and on her back with her legs high in the air. Once she got on hands and knees, legs spread, to let Sharon have a straight shot into her ass. All of them were wonderful! Before she fell asleep cuddled in Sharon’s arms, Rena decided she wanted a lot more of this.

Mornings started early at the Ranch, which was a bit of a disappointment to Rena. She wanted another butt-banging before going out to participate in the day’s activities. Alas, Sharon was already up and in the shower before she dug herself from under the covers. Once Sharon was out, she put up her hair and went into the bathroom to take her turn.

She was still a little pleasantly damp when she emerged into the bedroom rubbing her bare form with her towel. Her time in the sex industry told her a lot of folks found the sight of a curvy woman mopping water drops off her lush naked body very exciting. She hoped Sharon was one of them. Sharon certainly gave her an appreciative look, but went on brushing her hair. Girl, she reminded herself, Sharon has morning chores and wasn’t the kind of woman to neglect them.

Instead, she decided to give the big woman a little reminder. “Sharon,” she said as she turned to present her ass and grabbed one of her plush smooth buttocks in one hand, “whenever you feel horny you can use my ass. I loved last night.”

Sharon gave her one of her rare smiles. “I gathered that. We’ll see what we can do today. Ivana is due for a spit and the barbecue today. That usually gets everyone’s motor running. I’ll want to bang your butt during the cooking, that’s for sure.”

Rena looked thoughtful as her imagination pictured the no-foolin’ plump Ivana squirming on a cooking spit. She was getting a damp pussy again. Well, there was a solution for that in the not too distant future. She hefted her heavier than usual breasts. They were too big to hold in one hand, the soft flesh usually spilling out to either side. Today, they were a little firmer than usual, indicating she was carrying a full load of milk. “It feels like I really need to be milked. I think we need to milk me before I get another good fuck. Would you do it when we get to the milking room? I’d like to feel your hands squeezing my jugs.”

Sharon nodded. She also needed milking and that was the first thing on the schedule today. “Glad to. Get Rosa to show you how, and you can milk me tomorrow.”

Sharon gave Rena a thoughtful look. Rebecca was her previous fuck bunny, and another girl that really loved it up her spectacular ass. Rebecca had finally gotten her wish to become girl chops, so the position of favorite ass for butt fucking was now open. Rena didn’t have as big a rump as Rebecca’s , but the woman’s rear end was deep, smooth, and very nicely shaped with long creases under each buttock and a deep split between them. Great fuck material and probably just as tasty. That made Sharon wonder if Rena was as dedicated to becoming delicious meat as Rebecca. “I’m not really a big one for fucking with a plug-on… or ass fucking another woman, by the way, but I always seem to find a girl that wants it.”

Rena grinned. “You’re damn good with a girl’s ass, honey.”

That was another point. Rena seemed to be over her initial shyness. A far more relaxed and outgoing woman was emerging. “Tell me something, Rena,” Sharon asked. “Are you still dedicated to becoming meat? If you’re my fuck girl, you’re going to be around longer than most muffins. In fact, you can be around as long as you want, even if you decide you don’t want to become dinner.”

Rena looked thoughtfully down at her bare pubis. “You know, I’ve posed for so many nude pictures, I know exactly what my pussy looks like. I’ve seen it in plenty of shots. I know I’ve got a great cunt steak. It’s really plump and thick with good meat. It’d be a shame for it to go to waste. I want to stay on the menu, but I wouldn’t mind hanging around as long as you want to ram my rump.”

Sharon nodded. She’s had more than one conversation like this one. Rena was a very definite spit muffin. Sharon was okay with that. The girl looked delicious. “Well, looks like you’ve got a future under me for as long as you want. Meanwhile, we both need to be milked, so let’s got get it done.”

After the morning routine, Sharon satin in the living area, sharing the morning paper with Rena as they waited for Ivana to be brought up from the basement cage and prepared for today’s barbecue. As Belinda bustled in, Sharon cocked an eye in her direction. “Belinda,” she called,” there’s a big story in today’s newspaper about what the cops are calling the weirdest suicide they’ve ever seen. Two guys went bungee jumping off one of the bridges wrapped in long heavy springs. When they hit bottom, the springs compressed and the bodies are now nearly ten feet long and five inches thick.”

Belinda and Sharon smiled at each other and said the same word at the same time. “Serge.”

Belinda’s laughter was tinkling crystal. “That must have been interesting to see. The dear boy is so imaginative!”

Sharon was also smiling as she turned back to her paper. Well, Belinda had told Serge to do something humorous with the goons. Serge Storms was a maniacal serial killer, but Belinda was right. Serge was a nice maniacal serial killer.

Ivana was not in a good mood. Spending the night in a comfortably appointed small apartment surrounded by steel bars was not happy-making. Well, except for the visit of Belinda’s two servants, Rosa and Ixinza. Ivana was feeling incredibly horny (one of Belinda’s drugs but she didn’t know it), and the two servants had kindly consented to fuck her brains out last night. Having her wrists and ankles tied during the process made the process a little difficult but added a bit of kinky spice to things.

Still, she was totally convinced she was the captive of a secret group of bondage and abuse types. Among other things, all of these broads were as naked as she was. Interesting, but definitely not normal. She was certain she could last out whatever these strange women wanted to do with her and escape to eventually wreak her vengeance. After all, she was poised to maker her mark in the Russian mob by selling girls to the international sex trade. Ivana even had a contact in the very small underground business of selling women to clients for torture and murder. No sales as of yet, but they were coming. The strippers who worked in her club were prime candidates for that market. She just hadn’t gotten started disposing of the cows.

Meanwhile, being carried into a shower and having a thick, three foot long hose shoved up her ass for a total enema, followed by a thick flexible soft brush to finish the cleaning, wasn’t on her list of Things To Do for today. She had a few things to say behind her gag concerning the process.

Rena and Sharon were interested observers from their comfy chairs when Ivana was finally brought into the kitchen area and shackled across the cooking island so her arms were stretched in front of her and her bent-over position nicely framed her large thick pussy between full thighs and under her large meaty buttocks. Belinda bustled over to the exhausted but still gamely complaining woman slowly squirming in her restraints and proceeded to examine the meat. Pulling Ivana’s big buttocks apart for a good view, she rendered her judgment on the state of Ivana’s rea entrance. “She’s still a bit tight, ladies,” she announced to the assembled specimens of muffinhood and those nude women not on the menu. “That simply will not do. She needs to be relaxed for easier stuffing.”

Rena immediately figured out what went into the bottom hole relaxation process and was enthusiastically in favor of it. Ergo, she was the first volunteer. All for the good of the Ranch, of course. Ramming ten inches of thick plastic prick up Ivana’s obviously virginal bottom hole was simply something she needed to do if she wanted to help prepare Ivana for the barbecue. Sure.

Rena had worn a plug-on during one of last night’s sessions with Sharon, so she knew how to put it on - and in. In fact, the feeling of the plugs in her ass and pussy were wonderful in their own way. A plug-on was best when the girl being fucked did a lot of movement. Eyeing Ivana’s squirming ass critically as she got the spring between her legs and the two plugs in their respective holes, Rena decided the plump bitch was going to be a good ride.

After oiling the big (well, a bit oversized) plastic prick for easy entry, Rena walked behind Ivana and got a good hold on the woman’s slowly squirming hips. “Belinda,” she asked, “can you take out the gag? I’d love to hear her while I’m banging her butt.” Belinda nodded cheerful approval.

That bit about “banging her butt” tipped off Ivana that Things Weren’t Looking Good for the Team. When the ball gag came out, she switched to English and managed to get a few curses out. Right then, the head of the prick pushed its way into her ass, followed by a very thick and firm shaft speedily plowing its way into her bowels. Ivana’s eyes got as big as saucers and her mouth formed a tremendous “Oh!” but nothing came out.

Shocked peace didn’t last very long. The slaps of Rena’s hips against Ivana’s round buttocks echoed through the big room… when they could be heard under Ivana’s outraged screams and the cheers of encouragement from the female audience, that is. Inevitably, Ivana’s screams about the thick shaft pumping inside her bottom turned into sexual gasps, moans and squeals. Then a huge orgasm hit her and Rena found herself riding a squealing bucking bronco. She held on tightly, kept pumping, and enjoyed the ride. Also her own orgasms.

When Rena finally pulled the thick shaft from Ivana’s ass with a slurping sound, Sharon was at the head of the line behind her. Ivana’s succulent bottom played host to a number of energetic female rump reamers after that. Judging from the sound effects and Ivana’s full body convulsions, not to mention the sounds from the women doing the fucking, a good time was had by all. During the process, Belinda simply stood by with an affectionate smile. She did so love to see the girls enjoying themselves in innocent play.

Games over and Ivana as rigid as a sopping wet noodle, Belinda again spread Ivana’s cheeks and examined the woman’s bottom hole, now gaping like a superhighway tunnel. “Dears,” she pronounced in her sweet voice, “I believe our dinner is ready to prepare.” Cheers and other happy sounds.

Ivana was exhausted and limp, having been fucked cross-eyed, but she could still wonder (barely) at Belinda’s use of the word “dinner”. It had to be some sort of bondage code. Ivana, readers, was a bit clueless.

Clueless Ivana or not, meat preparation proceeded apace. She was quickly unshackled and lifted onto a platter on the kitchen island, fully stretched out on her belly. Her arms were tied to her side with cooking twine that was also used to tie her ankles together.

Ivana now securely on a platter, Rosa took over as chief cook. She’d developed a soft spot for the plump Russian bitch wile enjoying sex with her last night. Besides, Ivana’s body was just fun. Rosa squeezed Ivana’s thick sirloins (the meat on her hips above the bone) while thinking about how to season her. Not too much butter, she decided, but a good bit of salt, pepper, and a touch of hot sauce to add a bit of spice.

Rosa spread Ivana’s heavy thighs to study her pussy. Thick and juicy. She already knew it was very tasty. However, the real meat on Ivana was in her large buttocks and thighs. Best to spit the woman through the pussy, then. A pussy spitting would leave the cunt tender and juicy while cooking the big buttocks to a golden turn. Rosa took a large turkey baster full of melted butter mixed with a touch of pepper - no salt needed - and pushed it as far up Ivana’s pussy as it would go. When she squeezed the bulb to inject the mixture, Ivana had another orgasm. Great! Her meat was really going to be nicely flavored with sexual endorphins.

Meanwhile, Ixinza started on Ivana’s big round ass. She pulled a thick plump buttock to one side and began to hand stuff the woman’s still gaping bottom hole with peeled sweet potatoes. Those would cook up both flavorful and done to exactly the right level while Ivana was roasting on the spit. Judging from the barely audible sounds from the exhausted woman, Ivana was also enjoying that process.

Rosa and her helpers rolled Ivana over briefly so her big breasts could be bound together with cooking twine. It kept them from flopping as she rotated over the heat and made them standout. Then they turned her ass uppermost again, tied her hair up to keep it from catching fire and Rosa took salt and pepper shaker in hand to finish the preliminary seasoning of Ivana’s lush nude flesh.

Rena watched all of this with a slowly growing excitement. She’d read about preparing a woman for the spit, but never actually seen it. She slowly stroked her belly as things just kept getting better and better. She felt an arm around her waist and turned to her head to look Sharon in the eyes. “Relax,” Sharon said, “it gets even more exciting, especially when she starts cooking. That’s the most exciting way to see any woman. We’ll use a two part spit so as to not block her vocal cords, too. That way we can hear the music she makes while she’s doing her pole dance on the spit.”

Sharon glanced at the meat on the cooking island platter as the cooks brought out the two part spit. “She’ll make plenty of noise, too. Nothing squeals like a woman on a spit.”

Rena shivered as she thought about what Sharon said, imagining Ivana turning on a spit, wriggling and squealing. Then she imagined herself doing the same and thrills ran through her body. She hugged Sharon closer as she enjoyed her private fantasy..

The two part spit was called hypermagnetic. That was a big word that meant both halves of the spit, upper and lower, generated extremely strong and directed magnetic fields that held each other in place exactly like one solid pole. In fact, the woman on a two part spit felt as though she had a rod through her body. Actually, she suffered no injury at all and the spit muffins rode one for fun on a regular basis in role playing games. Given that the bottom was inserted up her pussy or ass and was tipped with a vibrating tingler that stimulated her nerves with a mild electric current, the woman on that spit had a LOT of fun. Thank the space program again.

Ivana still didn’t know what was happening as the front half of the spit was inserted in her mouth and slightly down her throat. She got a little better idea when she felt the bottom half of the pole pushed about ten inches up her pussy and her feet and thighs retied onto the spit. A vibrator was pushed into her ass to hold in the potatoes. She was about to register another of her complaints when someone turned on the power. Immediately, she went rigid as though she was on an old fashioned spit, but the power also turned on the tingler in her pussy. The vibrator in her ass also started buzzing. Ivana shortly lost interest in complaining. Sexual excitement, muffled gasps and moans around the front half of the spit and mild orgasms normally had that effect on her.

As the platter carrying Ivana was lifted and taken out to the patio barbecue pit, Rena watched the process, enjoying the way Ivana’s naked body ripped whenever she had an orgasm. Then she imagined herself in the same position, moaned slightly, and brushed her fingers over her pubis. Next to her, Sharon said, “Oh, don’t worry about it. Just enjoy.

“Here,” Sharon said as she moved around behind Rena and pressed her own pubic mound to Rena’s lovely full buttocks. Then she reached around either side of the woman and pinched her nipples. Wham! Rena had a big one. More to follow. Rena decided she was going to ride a two part spit as soon as possible. Sharon mentally agreed. Rena on a spit, big breasts shaking and shapely buttocks quivering, was going to be a real event.

Ivana finally tumbled to what was happening when she felt the heat beneath her and the spit began to rotate. Her spitted posture didn’t allow her to look anywhere but straight ahead, but the heat bathing her body gave her a pretty good idea she wasn’t where she really wanted to be at the moment. Ivana ‘s eyes widened in panic and she cut them everywhere, only to see naked women looking on with real (and sexually charged) excitement. Her panic subsided as the sensations in her hips slowly worked their way over her body.

After a little while, Ivana didn’t care anymore. She was in the grip of massive orgasms. Her body convulsed and belly rippled as each wave of sensation swept through her. Rosa basting her and caressing her sensitive parts with a basting brush just added to the feelings. She began squirming her lush oily naked curves and squealing around the spit in her mouth, really putting on a show for the audience of curvy nude women that surrounded her.

As she slowly cooked over heat just high enough to bring on delirium and heat stroke, Ivana was in a place beyond time, where only sensation existed. Rolling massive orgasms convulsed her body. She noticed a wonderful aroma but didn’t care that it was herself cooking, only that it was the perfect accompaniment to her sensations. In spit muffin terms, she was having the Ultimate Fuck, one to a customer.

Finally, Rosa announced, “Hokay, she finished. Now I turn up the heat and she really cook. Dinner in a couple of hours.”

Sharon was still cupping her big breasts, but Rena decided the time was right for more. She pulled free and walked rapidly over to a patio chair, turning its back to face the spit. She got up on her knees on the chair seat and crossed her arms on its back. Then she looked over her shoulder at Sharon. “Get something in my ass, girlfriend,” she said in a shaky voice as she presented her delicious naked bottom for Sharon’s use. “I want as much as you can give me.”

Rena watched Ivana cook intently, even as she felt the long thick shaft of a plug-on push its way between her big soft buttocks and slowly up inside her. She had the first of many orgasms as Sharon began to pump and gasped out, “Ohhhh… Yesssss! Fuck me hard! I love it!”

A great time was had by all.

Later, at dinner, Rena was awarded Ivana’s cunt steak along with one from her left buttock. As she chewed on a succulent morsel of pussy, Rena savored the delectable juicy meat and imagined how her own was going to taste one day.

Sitting next to her, Sharon smiled, because she knew exactly what Rena was thinking. She was also imagining the taste of a pussy, but it was Rena’s.

The next day, Rena took her first role playing ride on a two part spit, moaning, squealing and convulsing. As they watched, arms around each other, Sharon and Belinda smiled. “You know,” Sharon said softly, “it’s going to be a while, but I’m really going to miss that girl when she does this for real. She’s a great fuck.”

“I know you’ll miss her, dearest,” Belinda said in her musical voice, “but don’t get upset. This is Rena’s ultimate fantasy.

“Besides,” Belinda continued as she watched Rena’s gorgeous naked curves wriggle on the spit as she rotated, “she’s having a great time. I do so love it when a woman enjoys what she’s doing.”