Dolcett CA 1 : Shopping Trip by Leo

SHOPPING TRIP

By Leo

It’s a beautiful late spring day in Dolcett, California, and a very nicely built faux blonde in a low cut summer dress is on the living room phone. “Janet? Hi, it’s Alice. Oh, not much, how’s Allen and the kids? Yes, John and the twins are fine, too. Traci’s up for the lead in the school spring play.

“Look, Since Saturday’s barbecue is over at my place, I’ve been looking at the Jessica and I’m not really happy with the spit we have. Yes. I really think we need a newer one if we’re going to be spitting you. I mean, you’re such a good friend and all, I positively hate the thought of using our old spit. How would you like to go with me and we’ll pick out a new one, just for you. We’ll do lunch and a few little chores I have, if you don’t mind.

“Oh, great! I’ll be over in a half-hour. Don’t bother to bring your purse, I’ll treat. No, I insist. Okay. Bye.”

Shortly thereafter, a late model sedan pulled up in the driveway in front of a typical suburban three-room bath and a half. Alice, the driver, was quite excited about the little shopping trip. After all, in a few days she was going to be spitting and roasting her best friend for the monthly block party, and you didn’t get to do that every day! Hopping out of the car, she bustled energetically to the front door and rang the bell.

The woman that opened the door was about Alice’s age, thirtyish or so, with a nicely padded, mouth-watering figure, short dark hair, and a hairless pussy. The last was obvious because she was totally nude, as was required of women selected as meat or volunteering to be cooked. “Hi, Alice,” Janet chirped, “just let me get my shoes and I’ll be ready to go. Nice thing about not wearing any clothes, you just have to run a brush through your hair and put on a pair of shoes and you’re ready.”

As she followed her friend down the hall to the living room, Alice admired the way her buttocks and thighs flexed, showing Janet had plenty of nicely textured meat in the right places. “Absolutely! I know it’s convenient,” she answered. “I almost never wear anything around the house - John enjoys that, believe you me - and I stopped wearing underwear ages ago, except for a bra now and again. Really, Janet, I have to say I support that motion that Cecile proposed at the last SWA meeting, to petition Mayor Loco to make clothing optional for women. After all, he lets high school seniors and college coeds get away with public nudity. I don’t see why a respectable family woman couldn’t go nude in the town if she wanted.”

Janet came bustling back wearing a pair of black high heeled sandals, waving her hand expressively as though to swat away her friend’s point. “Not for me, thank you! If all the girls went bare, who would be able to tell if you were going on the grill? I mean, once a girl’s made the decision or gotten her number drawn, she ought to be able to show off her meat and let everyone know she’s something special. It’s part of the fun. You’ll see when it’s your turn.”

Alice shrugged. “Oh, you’re right, of course. I guess it was just envy talking. Anyhow, the motion didn’t pass.”

She examined Janet carefully, noticing the USDA Grade A meat tag hanging from the ring through her left cunt lip. “You certainly have some good meat to show off, dear. Mind if I test?”

Janet dimpled a smile. “Of course not! That’s what it’s there for, at least until it’s carved.”

Returning her smile, Alice squeezed the nude woman’s upper inner thigh, just below the pubis. “Oh, Janet! That’s really just so tender!”

Janet turned around to proudly show her plump, smooth bottom. “Here’s another good portion. Check it out and tell me where you want your cut to come from.”

Alice carefully squeezed a handful of buttock meat, then wobbled it slightly, enjoying the soft texture of the tender flesh. “Right now, dear, I really can’t tell you. All I know is that you ought to be superb on the platter, not to mention carving like butter.”

“Check my bottom hole, will you?” Janet asked. “Allen’s been giving it to me in the ass regularly, to sort of loosen things up for stuffing or spitting, but I feel I need more work before Saturday. What do you think?”

Alice spread her friend’s deep buttocks and gave her little rear entrance a critical look. “Um, off hand, I’d say you’re right. Maybe you ought to use a plug during the day when Allen’s not available. Actually, looking at your ass, I’m not sure how we’re going to spit you. I thought we’d ask Jack when we buy your new spit. He’s a good judge. Anyhow, you still need to be loose for stuffing if we decide to put the spit in your pussy.”

With an evil glint to her eye, she let Janet’s buttocks flap back together, then lightly tickled her at their sensitive base, where they met just above her thighs. Janet let out a little squeal and jumped forward. “Alice! We haven’t time for that, girl!”

Alice shrugged with a grin. “True. But you’re fun, know that? I really enjoy it when we have sex.”

Janet returned an affectionate smile. “We’d better get it on soon, then. Not much time before you grill those buns.”

Janet’s expression turned thoughtful. “You know, I think asking Jack would be a good idea. But you’ve got a good point about stretching me out, too. Would you mind doing me in the ass with a strap-on when we get back? We’ll have a while before Allen and the kids come home.”

“Of course, Janet,” Alice nodded with a tender smile. “What are friends for? I’ll be happy to do it. You’re always fun to fuck, anyhow.”

“Thanks,” Janet said with a bright smile. “Now, let’s go shopping.”

It wasn’t long before they were rolling through downtown, heading for the Dolcett Ace Hardware Feed and Seed. “It’s such a nice day,” Janet remarked as she looked around during the slow cruise down South Main Street. “None of the women are really wearing very much. That’s always so appetizing.”

Alice sniffed as she caught sight of a group of nude girls in their late teens, hanging around the entrance to the Double Dip Ice Cream Parlor. “I know we all did it when we were young, but I really think they ought not to dress down unless they’re serious about being cooked and, really, they’re much too young to be serious.”

Janet waved away her friend’s objections. “Oh, don’t be such a stick in the mud. It’s fun. Besides, one or two of them will get to ride a spit soon enough.”

“Personally, I think the quota for eighteen year olds ought to be reduced,” Alice returned. “A girl that young is tender and firm, true, but she just doesn’t have the full flavor of a mature woman, much less the meat development. I’m going to run for President of the SWA if I’m still here by election time, and I intend to get the Association to push Mayor Loco to shift the quotas upward in age.”

All the married women in Dolcett belonged to the Stepford Wives Association, and that was enough political power to get and hold any politician’s attention, much less the perpetually campaigning Mayor Loco. Janet looked a little disturbed. “But… you’re not going to mess with tradition, are you?” she asked. “What would the Prom be without the Prom Queen on a spit in the middle of the hall?”

Alice shook her head. “Oh, I’m not going to try and change the old customs of cooking a cheerleader for the first big pep rally, or beachside cookouts or things like that. I just feel it would be better if we let more women have time to mature and develop. I think everyone would gain. A woman tastes best after her mid twenties, we both know that.”

Janet sighed. “True, but I have to admit a taste for younger pussy, both live and cooked. Before I roasted Terri Duncan at last year’s fall bash, she used to come around all the time and let me nibble on her sweet little cunt. She was great in bed, too. Allen enjoyed banging her as much as I did, and we had some fun threesomes.”

The conversation ended as Alice smoothly pulled the car into a parking place in front of Ace. “Well, here we are,” she said. “Let’s get you fitted out, Janet Rogers, then we can go have lunch at Ed’s.”

Two sets of high heels clicked on the concrete of the hardware store’s floor as Janet and Alice walked in, looking for the cooking equipment section. Jack, the owner, spotted them and walked over. “Hi, Mrs. Rogers, Mrs. Dunn. What can I do for you?”

“Jack,” Janet replied, “we’d like to see what’s new in spits.”

“Ah,” Jack said, turning, “right this way.”

In the cooking equipment display area, Jack examined various spits, while both women felt the subconscious urge to bend over and spread as soon as they saw the shafts. Janet felt it more strongly, since she was already nude, but Alice was aware of the suppressed desire also. “I think this is what you need,” Jack said, selecting one and handing it to Janet.

As she hefted the spit with both hands, Jack continued. “They’re Teflon coated, Mrs. Rogers. You’ll be medium rare before you realize you’re spitted.”

“Oh,” Alice exclaimed, “that’s perfect, Jack. It ought to just go in so smoothly. How is it in the heat?”

“It’s a heat resistant material, Mrs. Dunn,” Jack replied. “No excess pain and it’ll keep Mrs. Rogers alive longer than a regular spit.”

Hefting the shaft again, Janet commented, “That sounds like just what I want, Jack. Can I try it out?”

“Sure,” Jack said, waving the two women over to a nearby table fitted out for spitting. “Mrs. Rogers, you just hop up on the table and I’ll swap the tip and put it in the machine. Want it in your ass or pussy?”

As Janet got on the table and lay face down with her legs spread, Alice said, “We were hoping you could help us with the decision, Jack.”

Jack, standing by the Jessica at the base of the table, gave Janet’s plump smooth bottom and the nicely displayed cunt beneath it a careful appraisal. “Well, Mrs. Rogers, you’ve got a really round and meaty ass, but your cunt is great. Thick outer lips with plenty of soft flesh and a nice clit, too. If I was doing the cooking, I’d probably want to spit you up the ass to cook that nice pussy on you. Make it easier to baste your cunt and give you a few good thrills on the spit, too.”

“That sounds great, Jack,” Janet replied. “I’d like to try it in my pussy first, though, then we can do my ass. How about tying me up with a shaft in my mouth like I was already spitted? Sort of a preview.”

“Sure thing,” Jack said, and busied himself with swapping the sharp pointed tip of the spit with a disposable, rounded plastic one. Once the shaft was mounted in Jessica, he got another, shorter shaft ready to insert in Janet’s mouth once the bottom shaft was fully up her cunt. After loosely tying her forearms together behind her back, he got down to business.

The machine was positioned so the covered end of the spit was at the mouth of Janet’s vagina, then Jack flipped the switch, first checking to make sure the Jessica was set to role play mode. With that setting, the shaft entered Janet about nine inches or so, then Jack stopped it.

Janet squirmed on the table, “Oh, that feels so good! A nice thick shaft up me with more to come.”

Alice’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Janet, dear, it looks like you’ll be the one coming in a few minutes.”

Jack grinned at Alice’s sally while he took the shorter shaft that would simulate the front of the spit, fitted the base with a mouthpiece and put it in Janet’s willingly opened mouth. To an interested observer, the result was startlingly like having Janet spitted on the table, ready to go over the coals once her legs were bound to the shaft. The way Janet was squirming with excitement only added to the picture.

The highly interested observer, A.K.A. Alice, thought the whole thing supremely erotic and couldn’t help but feel that if Janet squirmed this much in roleplay, she ought to be marvelous when the shaft was all the way through her body. Now, she really couldn’t wait for Saturday! Janet was going to put on a fantastic show.

Meanwhile, Jack had tied her legs and started the machine to pumping the spit forward and back so that Janet could feel almost all of it moving in and out of her. As she grew more excited, she began squirming and writhing on her belly, moaning around the shaft sticking out of her mouth. Alice moved next to her friend’s hips and began stroking and fondling her smooth, meaty ass. This looked like a big pop-off coming, and she wanted to feel it when Janet let go. She enjoyed having Janet’s buttocks flex more and more rapidly under her hand. Employing a trick John liked to use on her, she began squeezing the abundant buttock meat in time to Janet’s flexing.

Janet’s comments on the situation were somewhat incoherent. “Mnph… mnph… MNPH… M-M-M-M-M-M-N!” Her body convulsed rigidly as orgasm took her.

“Oh, my,” Alice said a bit breathlessly, “that was a nice one! When we get back to your place, I want you to give me one that strong, dear.”

Lying limply on the table, Janet didn’t have the energy to move or make any other kind of reply.

“Well,” Jack said with a grin, “it looks like you enjoyed that position. Let’s get you turned over and try it in your butt while you’re still relaxed. Help me get her turned over once her legs are untied, Mrs. Dunn, then you hold her knees back while I get the spit up her ass.”

In short order, Janet was on her back on the table, legs cocked back almost to her shoulders with Alice holding them in place. As the machine began it’s in-and-out in her ass, Alice stared at Janet’s glistening cunt, still wet from her earlier orgasm. An idea crossed her mind, and she leaned over to begin licking the juice off the squirming woman’s splayed cunt. Janet, Alice decided as she nibbled on the clit, had a really tasty pussy. She was certainly going to have to get Allen to let her have some of her friend’s prime filet. Maybe if she gave him a blow job before dinner he’d be in the right mood to share.

Janet, meanwhile, was squirming her butt around the thick rod rhythmically plowing in and out of her ass. She could feel the sensations building towards massive orgasm again, accelerated by the busy mouth on her pussy. It seemed like no time at all and still an eternity of sensation before the thrills in her bottom built up to a point where they exploded throughout her body. Her noise and snake-like writhing were quite spectacular.

A good time was had by all. Even Jack stuck a couple of fingers up Janet’s pussy to enjoy the clasping as she wetly orgasmed.

Back in the car, with the new spit broken down into four foot lengths and packaged on the back seat, Alice surveyed her wet-rag limp friend in the passenger’s seat. “Let’s go get you something to eat, girl,” she pronounced. “You look like you need it.”

Dreamily, Janet nodded. ” By all means, madam, let’s go eat.

“Alice, dear,” she continued with more animation, “we are definitely going to spit me up the ass. After that last session, I can already feel the basting brush on my pussy. …Oh, yes, I am certainly going to enjoy the barbecue Saturday!”

A block or so away, Alice parked the car in front of Ed’s Butcher Shop and Deli, a favorite lunch time eatery, as well as meat supplier. Alice commented as they entered, “Before we eat, I have to pick up something for dinner while we’re here. I wonder who they’ve got today?”

Inside, white tile and meat display cases ranged on one side of the large room, while the other was devoted to small intimate tables and booths for deli customers. Alice and Janet took a few moments to examine the appetizing displays of female parts in the various cases, discussing the various attributes of each selection. “Those hip cutlets look good, actually,” Janet said.

Glancing critically at her friend’s bare hips, Alice replied, “Yes, dear, quite as nice as yours, but I’m not really sure that’s what I want. I promised John a nice butt steak tonight, and the twins have been bugging me to fix some breast stew. Let’s see if they have anyone that’s fresh.”

Catching the eye of Sam Smead, the manager, Alice signaled. “Hi, Sam.”

“Hi, Mrs. Dunn, Mrs. Rogers,” Sam greeted them, running a quick butcher’s appraising eye over Janet’s lush nudity. “Mrs. Rogers, I have to say it’s a shame we won’t be processing you. You’d be a credit to Ed’s Butcher Shop, real front window display material. I’d hang your hips on the center window hook in a heartbeat.”

Janet blushed and dimpled at the compliment. “Why, thank you, Sam. Coming from you that really means a lot.”

Alice grinned. “Sorry, Sam. She’s going to be the lead piggy at our Saturday block party. I will admit she’s the nicest whole roaster I’ve seen in a while.”

“Good, mature meat, too,” Sam nodded. “She ought to be really flavorful. I’ve got some nice spiced oil from Italy to baste her with, Mrs. Dunn. New product, just in. I’ve tried it and it really enhances a woman’s flavor.”

Alice looked at Janet, who nodded. “Okay, Sam, we’ll give it a try on a roast tonight to see how it tastes. Speaking of that, who have you got fresh?” That meant live and ready to butcher.

“Well,” he replied, “we’re down to our last woman in the latest group, Lola Tompkins.”

“Lola?” Janet said in surprise. “I didn’t know her number’d come up.”

“Didn’t”, Sam said. “She’s a Court Order. Skipped too many of her aerobic sessions and flunked her quarterly meat inspection twice in a row.”

Alice shook her head. Aerobics three times a week were a legal requirement in Dolcett, to keep a woman’s meat in good condition. If she skimped or didn’t take care of herself, she’d flunk her quarterly meat inspection. Twice in a row, and the City Court would order her straight to Ed’s to be butchered for parts, a minor social disgrace. “Lola and I don’t get along,” she commented, “but that has nothing to do with her suitability for the oven. Why don’t we take a look at her?”

Sam nodded, then led the way, gathering up one of his assistants along the way. Women brought in for butchering weren’t usually prepared until someone ordered their Prime Filet, since it had to be cooked fresh to be at it’s best flavor. If Alice wanted to get some parts of Lola, she was going to have to take her pussy along with whatever else she wanted. Needless to say, that was the most expensive cut, and good business for Ed’s.

Alice and Janet knew their way around the extensive meat preparation rooms behind the front sales area at Ed’s. All the women in Dolcett were familiar with the rooms, since a mandatory field trip during their senior year at Dolcett High gave them a guided tour. It was a highlight of the class year, and the girls were able to watch meat evaluation, butchering, and get sandwiches made from the chosen piggy. An exciting day, and both Janet and Alice remembered their Senior Trip with nostalgic affection.

Walking into the waiting room, both women paid scant attention to the empty benches that lined the walls, since the prongs - vibrators that activated when a girl sat down on them - jutting up from the benches were currently unoccupied. The sole occupant was seated on the back bench, nude, her arms tied behind her, ball gagged, cunt full of vibrating prong, her eyes closed and her face a picture of intense concentration as she focused on the sensations - and orgasms - provided by the seating equipment. It was Lola, a short brunette of only slightly less than pudgy built. Sexual excitement was an important enhancement to a woman’s flavor, and Ed’s tried to provide its customers with the best tasting meat possible. Needless to say, Lola was happily cooperating with the idea.

Sam walked over and touched the shuddering woman on the shoulder to attract her attention. When her eyes opened and she appeared calmer, he said, “Lola, Mrs. Dunn and Mrs. Rogers want to check you out. Looks like you might be ready to go in the butchering room.”

Lola ‘s face took on an irritated cast as she glanced at Alice. They’d had a minor feud going since an argument at an SWA meeting. Then she shrugged and slowly stood up, the prong extracting from her pussy with a slurping sound, still miffed that it was Alice examining her, but ready.

Looking critically at Lola, Alice thought it was a shame that some women let themselves go and thankful that the law didn’t let them get too far along before harvest. In all, Lola was a tad pudgy, with a slightly saggy belly and breasts, but not all that bad. In fact, she looked like she might be quite juicy.

Alice ran her hands over the woman’s bare hips and upper thighs, squeezing here and there, especially the inner thighs and pubic mound. “Lola,” she commented absently, “your hips really aren’t all that bad. They’d make a good oven stuffer. Please turn around so I can check your bottom.”

Lola did as she was requested, presenting the watching women with a pair of buttocks that were plump, if not as nicely shaped as Janet’s. Hefting, squeezing and massaging the buttock meat, Alice commented, “Not bad at all. Janet, I’ve had an idea. Why don’t we go in together and get her hips and thighs, then split them, half a hip, a cheek and a thigh apiece. I want her pussy.” This last was said as she carefully ran her hand between Lola’s thighs to check her meaty cunt steak.

Janet nodded, then began her own examination of Lola’s body, fondling the backs of her thighs and ass like any careful shopper. Nobody thought it was unusual for one nude woman, already tagged for the spit, to be examining another’s meat. “Okay,” she said finally, “we really do need some more meat for the cooler. Allen will be wanting some fresh cooked meals this week and next. The leftovers I’ll be providing Saturday won’t be enough for more than a meal or two for him and the kids. Sounds like a good idea, Alice.”

“Oh, before I forget,” Alice said, “Lola, will you please turn around again?”

When the woman did so, Alice began to squeeze and heft her largish, slightly saggy, breasts. “Just remembered I need to make a breast stew this week. These will be okay for that, and give me enough left over to flavor some stuffing for you, Janet.”

Janet carefully studied Lola’s breasts. “Maybe. Look, I think you ought to get another one from out front, just in case.”

Alice nodded. “Good point. Okay, Sam, it’s a deal. We’ll take her hips and thighs, split down the middle, half each of us, and the breasts and cunt steak for me. Another good sized breast, too. When you deliver the meat this afternoon, you can include some of that Italian basting oil for me.”

Janet piped up. “Me, too. I want to taste what it’ll do for my meat before Alice uses it on me.”

Sam nodded. “All right, ladies. Jake, get Lola set up and take her in back.”

Jake nodded, then picked up the cuff and hook combination while Sam pulled a chain hung from a ceiling track to where it would be convenient. There were a set of ankle cuffs on the end of the chain that he fastened on Lola’s ankles while Jake cuffed her wrists behind her. Taking the thick blunt hook that fell from the bottom of the cuffs, he inserted the end of the hook into her ass, generating a little hop and yip from Lola as he snugged it tight. This would keep her hands and arms up out of the way while they cut and gutted the woman in the butchering room. Once her ankle cuffs were in place, Sam checked that her anal hook was in place, then pushed a button on a control box in his hand and carefully cradled Lola as the overhead chain retracted and lifted her, feet first, off the floor, leaving her suspended head down. Grabbing her hips, Jake pushed her along the track and through the door to the butchering room.

Lola still had an irritated look on her face, probably because it was Alice that ordered her meat.

“Okay,” Sam said, “we’ll have her meat delivered to your places by about five.”

“Great!” Janet enthused. “I’m looking forward to a good roast tonight.”

“Steaks for my bunch,” Alice added, “with a cunt steak extra for John and me.”

“Say, ladies,” Sam added, “you might be interested in this. We’re catering the Tri-Delta Sorority banquet tonight and Candi Fallows is in back. We’re going to be whole roasting her here, since they don’t have time to be doing the cooking themselves. Do you two want to watch the spitting? It’ll be in about an hour.”

Alice and Janet both nodded eagerly. “Of course,” Alice said. “That’s always fun and we’ve got time to eat lunch and get cleaned out before the spitting.” Ed’s required deep enemas from all female spectators, since it wasn’t all that uncommon for one to volunteer as the next meal after watching a girl go over the coals.

“Well,” Janet added, “if we’re going to do that, we’d better get on to lunch.” Alice nodded and followed her out to the dining area.

“What do you want?” Sam asked as he walked with them. “Just tell me and I’ll get it for you.”

“I’d like a Cuban sandwich,” Janet said.

“Make mine Danish ham and cheese with a little mayo and mustard,” Alice added. Ed’s was renowned for importing girls from all over the world for their deli sandwiches.

“Just have a seat and we’ll bring them right over to you,” Sam said with a nod.

After lunch, Alice and Janet walked back to the cleaning area together, chatting about lunch. “You know,” Janet said, “I love the way they garnish the sandwiches with a toasted nipple. Of course, that’s only for customers that place a big order.”

Alice nodded as they stopped in the dressing area and pulled off her sun dress, her only clothing., folding it neatly and putting her earrings and necklace in a basket with her shoes. Janet merely took off her faux pearl necklace and shoes, since she was already as nude as her girlfriend. Alice replied, “Oh, yes. Mine was really tasty, and the sandwich was to die for.”

Janet smiled. “The Danish girl that furnished the ham would be pleased to know that.” Both laughed.

Slipping on thonged rubber shower sandals and grabbing towels from a nearby rack, they walked into a fully tiled room, a little like a shower room. Instead of showers, however, there were three freestanding racks in the middle of the floor, with a series of quarter inch copper pipes, tipped with small nozzles, jutting in rows out of the hip-high tops of the racks. The women were intimately familiar with the devices, since each household bathroom in Dolcett had an identical single-nozzle installation in it as standard equipment.

“I really enjoyed the ice cream, too,” Alice said as she selected a slender, penis shaped plastic sheath and slipped it over one of the pipes.

“For some reason, it tastes better than what I get from Dolcett Dairies,” Janet replied as she chose a much thicker sheath and slipped it over the pipe next to Alice’s. Seeing her friend eyeing the thickness of the penis sheath, she added with a smile, “I told you I was serious about loosening up.”

Taking a jar of lubricating jelly, Alice smeared the jelly liberally over her sheath, then handed the jar to Janet. “It’s the mixture, not the milk,” she said, “because they get their milk from the Dairy. I still remember my two years’ community service after the twins were born, providing milk for the Dairy. For a while, I even thought of taking a regular job up there as a milk maid, but decided I liked being a housewife.

“They got a full bottle from me every day, though,” she continued proudly. “Sometimes, I think John misses milking me in the morning. He certainly liked the taste of my milk as much as the twins did.”

Janet nodded, and dipped a finger into the jelly jar, bringing out a large gob. “Turn around and I’ll do you,” she said in a matter of fact manner. “I filled my bottle ,too. And I KNOW Allen enjoyed milking me. I enjoyed having him do it, too.”

Alice turned around to present her buttocks, then bent slightly. Janet pried her cheeks open with one hand, then inserted her greasy finger up Alice’s ass to fully lubricate the little hole. She rotated it around inside her friend’s butt, to the accompaniment of pleased noises from Alice, then wiped it with a paper towel and turned to present her own bottom for servicing. Once she was bent over to welcome Alice’s intruding finger, Janet remarked, “Alice, you’re still quite tight. You ought to get it in the ass a little more often, otherwise you’re going to need a good bit of work before you’re cooked.”

Alice nodded thoughtfully, as she slid her finger deep into Janet’s rump. “Agreed,” she said. “That’s something I really ought to work on. You, on the other hand, are getting to be quite successful at relaxing your sphincter. Enough?” Janet nodded and Alice reluctantly removed her finger, but not before administering a few extra wiggles deep inside, to Janet’s delight.

Both women turned and backed onto the thick sheaths each had set up on the rack. Feeling the tip of the sheath seat itself at the mouth of her anus, Alice pushed back with her hips and gave a slight groan as the sheath entered her ass and continued smoothly up her bowels. She didn’t stop until she could feel her cheeks compress against the rack. That way, she knew she was fully seated on her pipe. Janet was, too, because she could feel the smooth bare flesh of her friend’s hip snuggled against her own soft skin. Nice that someone had thought to place the fixtures that close together. Once she pressed down on a foot pedal, the sheath, covering what was really an enema nozzle, began squirting water up her in short, rapid bursts. The sensations were quite exciting. “You know, uh… I, ah…, really like this part,” Alice gasped out, squirming slightly on the nozzle impaling her ass.

Beside her, Janet was equally as active. “Oh… ah… so do I, ah… I’ve, uh… gotten to like it, ah… more since, oh… I’ve been, ah… working on taking it up the ass.”

Alice could only nod in response.

Soon enough, both women felt their bowels were full to the bursting point. Reluctantly stopping the flow into their asses, each pushed a button to eject the sheath off its nozzle. Holding the sheaths in place in their asses with one hand as plugs, they both waddled rapidly for the toilet stalls.

The next stop was the shower room. After they had lathered down and washed thoroughly, Janet got a long, flexible rubber brush with a spongy head from a bin and handed it to Alice. “Do me first?”

“Of course, dear,” Alice replied as her friend bent over and spread her legs, then grabbed the cheeks of her ass and spread them as well. She placed the head of the brush at Janet’s anus, then pushed it in gently. Once it was inserted, Alice smoothly shoved the three foot long brush into Janet’s butt, the shaft soft and flexible enough to go around the curves and corners inside. As she worked the brush in and out to its full length, she asked, “How’s this for a good buttfuck?”

Janet was gasping and squirming again. “Umm, great, but I still want you to do my ass when we get home. I like the full treatment, body to body, stroking, kissing, all of it. Give my ass a good banging and I’ll return the favor, for sure. Right now, let me get busy with my fingers. Once I come, I’ll do you.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Alice giggled, then kept pumping until her friend’s grunts turned into a long, low moan.

After Janet recovered, they disposed of the used brush in a slot, then drew a new one for Alice, who turned around and bent over, squatting slightly with her hands on her knees. As Janet carefully inserted the brush head up her ass, Alice winced slightly, then gave a low moan as the head slithered up and around in her body. “That always feels so weird.”

“You’d be more used to it if you did it more often,” Janet commented. “Allen does me every morning.”

“Ah… you’re the one on the menu, Janet, not me. I’m sure my turn will come soon enough.,” Alice replied.

“Uh huh,” Janet shot back. “Now brace yourself, girl. You’re about to get a real reaming.”

“OH-H-H-H-H!”

Not too long afterwards, Janet and Alice, squeaky clean inside and out, walked into the room set aside for spitting and live roasting. Alice was back in her sun dress, while Janet was, of course, nude except for shoes and jewelry. The cooking pit was already hot, and the Jessica 3000 had everything except the spit laid out in readiness, but they were the only ones present. “I guess they’ll be here in a moment,” Alice said, absently fondling one of Janet’s plump bare buttocks while they waited.

“You know,” Janet said, relaxed and leaning her head against Alice’s shoulder as she enjoyed the massage her bottom was getting, “I had an idea. I mean, we’re going to get it on after we see Candi cook, right?”

“As fast as we can get to your place, love.”

“Well, are you doing anything tomorrow, Alice?”

Alice thought for a moment then shook her head. “No, nothing but the usual, housework and that sort of thing.”

Janet turned her head and smiled at Alice. “Well, how about you forget the soaps and come over about lunch time? I’ll fire up the grill and toast your pussy and butt a little before I start nibbling. I was reminded of just how plump you were down there while I was finishing the cleanup of your ass. I’d really love to grill all that soft meat, even in play, since I can’t do it for real. How about it?”

That thought jump-started Alice’s imagination. She could see herself tied hand and foot, gagged and sitting on a grill over a low fire, squirming and squealing as she felt the heat on her pussy and haunches. Then she’d feel Janet’s soothing mouth and tongue on her lightly toasted pussy once she came off the grill. Just the idea was making her damp! “I’ll be there!” she replied enthusiastically, grabbing the other woman’s buttock tighter and giving it a little shake. They kissed briefly before the door opened and four women entered the room.

Candi and two girls about her own age were nude and rumpled, obviously just finished playing with each other. Candi was carrying her spit resting on her shoulder like a flagpole, while the other two carried a tray of spices and a tub of basting oil. The fourth woman was older, and an employee of Ed’s, and obviously the cook, because she was wearing a white apron. She was nude under it, too, and her bountiful breasts tended to spill out the sides of the apron as she moved around. Alice thought she was quite attractive, and would probably make an excellent roaster in her own right.

Candi had a beautiful body, spectacularly curved, firm and muscular. It wasn’t hard to understand why the Tri-Delts had chosen her for the banquet main dish, especially given the obvious quality of her meat. Her face was beautiful, too, but Janet felt there was something lacking. With Candi, she decided, The Lights Were On, But Nobody Was Home. She looked a touch unnatural, too, without a cell phone in her ear.

Meow, Janet told herself, and reined in her critical thoughts. After all, Candi was willingly providing her sorority banquet with what was obviously some prime meat. In fact, her friends looked almost as nice, with trim but nicely rounded figures. One even had her pussy shaved, a daring measure some girls her age did just to show off. Janet thought both had the look of excellent bed material, but weren’t really top grade roasts. For that, you needed a woman that was a little softer, with full, smooth curves. Like herself, she thought smugly.

Candi helped the cook fit her spit to the Jessica while her friends laid out their cooking supplies, then gave the girls enthusiastic kisses and hugs good-bye. As she was getting onto the Jessica, Alice whispered to Janet, “Let’s find a seat, shall we?”

There were banks of seats surrounding the cooking and preparation area, situated so that the spectator could see everything. One entire bank was dedicated solely to women, obvious because eight inch long vibrators jutted out of every seat. A woman could watch the show on the spit and get full stimulation at the same time. Alice considered it one of the better features of Ed’s.

Alice led the way over to one of the seats, took off her dress again, then settled onto one of the vibrators. Janet joined her, but lubed the vibrator and eased her bottom down over it instead of her pussy. “More loosening up,” she said to Alice with a dimpled smile, “besides, it lets me stroke myself inside and out while the vibe’s at work.”

After seating themselves, both women adjusted the controls in the arms of their seats for low speed on the vibrators. No sense in rushing things. All they wanted at the moment was a constant low grade stimulation. The cook turned and smiled at her audience and its activities, obviously enjoying not just preparing Candi for cooking, but the sight of Janet and Alice, nude and sitting on their vibrators. She returned the favor when she turned around, treating both women with the back of a very nicely fleshed figure, with full, plump buttocks and curvy round thighs, not to mention a smooth upper body that made Janet think very seriously about breakfast meat and barbecued ribs.

Meanwhile, Candi had been strapped tightly onto the Jessica, which left her restrained on her hands and knees with the spit aimed at her pussy. The cook seated the head of the spit into Candi’s vaginal mouth, then flipped the switch, causing the spit to advance smoothly. “I know this model,” Alice whispered to Janet, squirming slightly as the vibrator buzzed away merrily inside her. “It’s the deluxe one with the auto gutting feature.”

Janet nodded her understanding as she intently watched the spit work it’s way up to Candi’s mouth. Thinking about it for a moment, she decided she preferred the older method of whole roasting. She really had no objections to being gutted before cooking, but, if given her druthers, preferred to be concentrating on the sensations of being cooked alive. The anesthetic they gave a girl before gutting her took away a lot of the feeling of being over the coals. Janet wanted the whole experience.

As they were programmed to do, the automated knife and hose attachments of the Jessica swung into action, smoothly gutting the girl after the head of the spit was past the body cavity, removing everything that wasn’t essential to continued, if short, life. Immediately thereafter, the automatic stitching machinery went to work closing the gaping wound, followed by a copious injection of Ed’s special stuffing.

Nothing was going to waste. Ed’s would use the organs in various sausage and stuffing mixtures, or selling things like the liver whole. The motto at Ed’s was, “When we prepare a woman, we cook everything but the squeal.”

Candi craned her neck and opened her mouth to let the spit smoothly exit, extending itself several more feet. With professional expertise, the cook unstrapped Candi’s arms and tied them across the small of her back. Once her legs were tied off to the spit’s spreader bar, Candi was ready to mount on the rotisserie.

Alice carefully examined Candi’s friends. They were nice, she thought, but not yet at their full development. Give them both a few years and they’d be top grade roasters. That is, if neither of these two did something that caused them to end up in an oven in the meantime.

Sure enough, one of the pair did something. Leaning over to tenderly pat Candi’s rounded, firm buttock, she said in a tearful voice, “Oh, Candi, I admire you so. I wish I was going to be cooking, just like you.” Those words automatically moved her into volunteer status.

Pausing in her tasks, the cook said, “You will, sweetie. Just come over here.”

As the trembling girl walked over, the cook took a punch and meat tag from a table. A quick snip and affixing of the tag’s ring to the girl’s pierced labia lip, and she was tagged for roasting. “Be here at ten, tomorrow.”

“Awesome!” the girl said, beaming, then turned back to help get Candi transferred to the rotisserie.

Alice found herself mildly irritated. Oh, there was nothing really wrong with the girl volunteering to be meat, just that she wasn’t fully developed yet. Girls in their late teens provided excellent quality flesh, but they were just so much better when they’d had a little more time to develop. In her estimation, Candi’s friend wouldn’t be at her peak for at least five more years. Women, she firmly concluded, were best taken when they were fully ripe.

All extraneous thoughts ceased as Alice and Janet, not to mention the cook and Candi’s two friends, enjoyed the sight of Candi, spitted and starting to turn over the coals. To all of them, or any woman in Dolcett, the picture of a naked woman as a spitted roast was both stimulating and supremely erotic. They were all raised and conditioned that way. Every woman in Dolcett enjoyed the sights, smells and taste of a cooking woman, and looked forward to being one sooner or later.

Both Janet and Alice began to absently stroke themselves as they watched Candi turn. Her friends were busy with each other in their own right, hands and fingers absently caressing each other while their eyes remained glued to the spitted girl’s beautiful rotating form. The cook occasionally poured a ladle of spiced oil over Candi’s squirming body or stroked her cunt with a basting brush as she rotated, causing her to convulse with an obvious orgasm.

Alice suddenly burst out, “Screw this! I’ve got a better idea.

“Girls,” she called to Candi’s friends, “come on over here. I’ve got something for you to do for a bit while we wait for Candi to cook.” With that, she stood up off her vibrator with a slurping sound, examined the wet prong, decided it was lubricated enough, and sat back down, this time with the eight inch shaft up her ass. Looking seductively at the two girls, Alice slowly spread her legs.

Taking her cue from Alice, Janet also spread her legs invitingly and both of the co-eds caught on immediately. Each of the girls knelt before one of the women, raised their legs with their hands, and dived in to the eagerly waiting meal.

Janet shifted her thighs onto her girl’s shoulders to be more comfortable, grabbed hold of the seat’s armrests, then threw back her head, bit her lip and screwed her eyes shut as her first orgasm blossomed from the busy tongue on her clitoris. After it had subsided, she looked into the delighted eyes of the girl happily working away at her pussy, and shared the joy she could see in them.

Glancing up at Candi as she began to seriously cook, Janet studied the gorgeous, squirming body for a moment. Idly, she wondered what Candi was feeling right now, as the wonderful aroma of a roasting woman began to permeate the room. As the next orgasm began to build, she decided it didn’t matter.

She was going to find out soon enough.