Dolcett CA 2 : The Stepford Wives' Association Mother-Daugh by Leo

The Stepford Wives’ Association Mother-Daughter Picnic by Leo

At about nine one fine Saturday morning, the phone rang in the home of Jane Tompkins, well built brunette housewife, mother, and mistress in total command of a suburban three bedroom two and a half bath ranch house in upscale Dolcett, California. It proved to be her young friend Traci Addams. “Traci!,” Jane blurbled pleasantly into the phone. “How are you… and Gomez and the baby?”

“Fine,” her friend answered. “Gomez has the baby and he’s gone off to Mom’s for the weekend. Look, are you going to the Picnic?” She meant the Annual Stepford Wives’ Association Mother-Daughter Picnic.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. You know I always attend.”

“Ah, well… I have a problem. You know I’m in the middle of my community service. Gomez usually milks me every morning, but he’s gone. I kind of overlooked the fact, that without him, it’s either a breast pump or a friend if I’m going to make my daily quota for the Dairy. I kinda hoped you’d be the friend. Have you got the time? I really don’t want to show up at the Picnic still leaking. You know those pumps never get all the milk.”

Jane nodded as she listened to Traci’s plaintive recital. She understood exactly. After all, she’d done her two years community service each time when Taylor and Reed were born, and Traci was a firm, very buxom natural blonde with plenty of milk. It was fun being milked every morning by your husband, but that led to a few planning problems, too. He had to be handy when you needed him, or you had to do it yourself. “Hey,” she replied, “what are friends for?

“Besides,” she continued in thoughtful tones, “you can do me a favor, also. I’m going to be spit roasted at the block party next Saturday.”

“I know,” Traci said blissfully. “I’m really looking forward to it. I really want to get a good slice of your bottom or inner thigh.”

“Oh, you’re wonderful,” Jane said softly. “I’d love for you to have my pussy filet, too, but Dick has that reserved.

“Anyhow,” she continued, “I’ve been working on loosening up my butt for stuffing. Since Dick’s off with the kids too, would you like to do it for me this weekend? I’ll trade you my ass for a milking or two until Gomez and Dick get back. How’s that?”

“Wonderful!” Traci said enthusiastically. “Come over here right now and we can take care of each other before we have to leave for the Picnic! If you want, I’ll do you by the pool after you milk me. Okay?”

“It’s a deal!” Jane happily replied. “Oil up your strap-on. I’ll be right over.”

A few minutes later, Traci’s doorbell rang. (Same suburban style house, so we won’t go into that.) She padded eagerly to answer it wearing exactly nothing but her comfy sports bra to support two (rather) large milk-filled breasts. Two wet spots on the front of the bra showed both the location of her nipples and the fact that she needed milking. Opening the door revealed her friend Jane, totally nude as befitted a woman displaying her meat. Of course, she also had on a very tasteful string of pearls, her high heels, and a handbag. Accessorizing is important.

Looking at Jane’s plump shaved pubis, set off by the meat tag dangling from the ring through an outer pussy lip, Traci licked her lips and said happily, “My , that does look tasty!”

Jane grinned. “Well, you can taste it after you fuck my tail, girl. First, we have to do some milking. Get in position on the kitchen island and I’ll get your milking bowl.”

Soon enough, Traci was on her hands and knees on the kitchen island with a large stainless steel bowl under her dangling breasts. After stroking her breasts to start the milk and squeezing the nipples slightly to prime them, Jane was milking her with firm, gentle motions. Traci sighed with relief. It was great when Gomez milked her, but a woman’s soft hands were nice in another way.

For her part, Jane was also enjoying the chore. She could barely wrap her hands around Traci’s large breasts, but it was doable. Alternate squeeze and slight pull motions brought the milk spurting in streams into the bowl. As she milked her friend, they chatted casually, and soon Jane was surprised to find the bowl mostly full. Judging by the feel of Traci’s breasts, she still had more to give. “Girl,” Jane said, “you really put out a lot. I’ll bet the dairy was really happy when you reported for community service.”

Traci nodded. “They tell me I’m one of their best producers. Of course, Gomez always complains it takes so long to drain me, but then,” she broke into a cheeky grin, “he gets to play with them after he’s finished and I don’t hear any more complaints.”

Jane chuckled. “Husbands seem to like it when we’re ready to fuck, don’t they? I remember milking me always got me hot for banging. Dick was occasionally a little late for work, too. Now that the kids are older, he still enjoys playing at milking me.

“Since I volunteered for the block party menu,” Jane continued as she poured the milk in the bowl into a canister than went back to milking her friend, “Dick told me Sarah Allen has the inside track as his next wife. I think that’s wonderful; Sarah’s so sweet. We had her over for a threesome, and she was really fun in bed. The thing is, Sarah’s got a really nice pair too. Dick really likes ‘em.” Both women laughed.

Jane finished squeezing the milk from Traci and, very businesslike, shook each teat and wiped them with a soft cloth to get them clean. “There,” she said, standing back. “You’re done. Let’s get to that butt banging you promised me by the pool.”

“Okay,” Traci said, “you go lie down on the lounger and I’ll get my strap-on and be right out. Remember, I get to eat your pussy, too.”

“Um hm,” Jane said absentmindedly. Traci was still on her hands and knees. Jane let her hand drift back around Traci’s hip to nestle just under her buttocks. “You’re a bit damp back here, Traci. What happens when I do this?”

Traci convulsed slightly, gasped and bit her lower lip. “T-t-t-that,” she said in a breathy voice. Jane smiled knowingly as she slipped her finger further in and began stroking the girl’s clitoris with her thumb. Loud moans and gasps weren’t long in coming.

Jane was lying on her belly on the flattened lounger by the pool, her head resting on her crossed arms, the picture of complete relaxation. Of course she really wasn’t, not when she was waiting for Traci to fuck her ass. Soon enough, she heard Traci come out, and felt soft bare flesh against her own thighs as the younger woman straddled her legs.

Traci looked down at Jane’s plump full buttocks and insinuated an oily finger into the deep crease between the smooth meaty cheeks and up into her girlfriend’s little bottom hole. “Ready?” she asked.

Jane nodded and moaned slightly. “Um, you are so good with that finger! You’re just as good with that strap-on as Dick is with his natural equipment, too. I always enjoy these sessions. You know, Dick always loved banging my butt but I had to remind him to do just what you’re doing before the real penetration. It took him a while to learn.”

Traci grinned. “Well, I’m certain he knows now. Besides, you feel relaxed enough. Ready for the big one?”

Jane twisted her butt around the intruding finger. “Have at me! Girl, I am READY,” she moaned.

Jane felt the oily thick head of the strap-on slide between her cheeks and up her ass. As the head completely penetrated, she bumped her butt back against Traci’s hips to fully seat the shaft. “Girlfriend,” she gasped as they both began to pump, “let’s go for a ride.”

Traci and Jane strode companionably under a banner at the City park entrance proclaiming “Annual Stepford Wives Association Mother-Daughter Picnic”. Jane looked around the large grassy area and noted just about every eligible woman in town was there. It appeared, Jane thought, that everyone was dressed down for the occasion, too. She was by no means the only nude woman, although Traci’s sports bra and thong panty ensemble was matched by the same sort of outfit on a lot of other women. A girl had to graduate from high school before she could come to the event, but there were a lot of girls in that age bracket, most of them nude as was their custom. Many of the grown women were bare, too. Mayor Loco ignored nudity in the younger female set, and the Stepford Wives Association, comprising as it did every married woman in town, was enough political power to get the public nudity laws further relaxed for special occasions such as this. Jane was glad, even though there were a lot of women as bare as she was. It was nice to be able to let your hair down in public every once in a while and show off your meat.

Interestingly enough, the first woman they met in the park was Sarah Allen, and she was nude also. A tall. strongly built blonde in her early thirties with a very nicely curved figure, Sarah was the Home Economics teacher at Dolcett High. This was an important position, since all of the girls had to take Sarah’s classes on meat evaluation, butchering, and proper roasting techniques.

“Hi, Sarah,” Jane said, “what’s new?”

Sarah gave them both a cheery greeting. “Oh, I had Cindy Meecham over for dinner the other night.”

Traci asked, “How was she?”

Sarah smiled. “Oh, wonderful! Her prime filet was very succulent, and her inner thigh was so tender it melted in my mouth. I know she was a little young and didn’t have full meat development, but we’ve been friends since she graduated, and she told me she wanted me to be the one that prepared her. She even gave my pussy a really great nibbling right there in the kitchen! And what she did to my nipples…! Oh, it was fun.

“Then,” Sarah continued, “she helped me make up the stuffing before I stuffed her pussy and ass. I cooked her on the grill without spitting and she really produced the juices! Made fabulous gravy.”

“Sounds like a good time was had by all.” Jane eyed Sarah’s breasts. “I don’t doubt she liked those beauties. You, girl, have a helluva rack! Dick loves it.”

Sarah dimpled in reply. “I certainly hope so! Besides, that brings up something else. I’ve got plenty of meat in the cooler, so why don’t you and Dick come over Tuesday? We can mess around some while dinner’s cooking.”

Jane nodded with an answering grin. “That’s great! We’d love to.”

Traci looked around. “Guys, there’s a real crowd here today. I’ll bet they pick four sets. Who’s up for the contest?”

The picnic was a major event in Dolcett every year. It was women only, and of course, all of the members of the Stepford Wives’ Association attended. The picnic was open to any unmarried woman above the legal limit for cooking, too, and most of those were there. Made up of the wives in town, the SWA was a real power bloc, and always had Mayor Loco’s respectful attention. Therefore, he was perfectly willing to waive any bothersome city ordinances for them, at least for the day. Ergo… there was a lot more respectable married female flesh in view than normal.

Traci took due note of the fact and proceeded to skin out of her bikini pants. As she tucked them into her carryall, she commented, “I don’t think I’d mind a chance to show off, either. We’ll all be nude later during the roasting, anyhow. Gotta leave the bra, though. These babies need some support while I’m producing milk.”

Jane nodded her agreement, although she’d never felt the need for support after being milked. Then again, Traci was just a little… well, a LOT bigger up top than she was. As she looked around, she noticed a mother-daughter combo, nude and wearing small numbers on a cord around their necks. “Isn’t that Alice Berry and Lori?” she asked. “I didn’t know they wanted in on the fun this year.”

Sarah nodded. “Yep. And guess who also is in the competition? Brenda Mason and Tammi!”

The other two women were wide eyed. “Brenda and Tammi? Wow! I’m sure they’ll to be chosen!”

Brenda was in her early forties, among the older women in the town, and the proud possessor of a truly plush, smoothly curved figure. She’d moved to Dolcett from Fresno about five years ago after she learned about the lifestyle. Actually beyond the legal limit for the city meat lottery, it totally saddened everyone that she’d never go on a civic barbecue. Her older daughter, Tammi, was simply a younger and firmer twenty something version of her mother. Each looked like they had enough nicely formed meat to feed a crowd by themselves.

Jane licked her lips. “Yum! I wonder if they’d let me test their meat before the judging?”

Traci laughed. “Of course! Everyone in the contest has to do that. I just hope we can find them in this crowd. I’d like to check out Tammi myself.”

Chatting happily, the three found a clear spot on the lawn by the lake and dumped their stuff, spreading a beach blanket to rest on - or other things - later. Home base having been established, they wandered cheerfully off to see what was happening at the cooking area.

Looking around, Sarah commented, “I see there’s eight pits set up. That means there’s going to be four pairs chosen to feed everyone. Plenty of room between pits, too, so everyone can get a good view of the women roasting. I always find that so appetizing. Stimulating, too.”

Before one of the other two could respond with a wisecrack or an offer, Sarah pointed to the food preparation area. Four women, volunteer cook’s helpers, were dicing breasts after first carefully slicing off the nipples for lightly grilled snacks. Others were dumping the diced breasts, vegetables and other condiments into a large steaming cauldron. “Looks like the stew is well under way.”

Jane nodded. “And Anne Marie is getting the base for the sauce ready. She’s always loved to do that.”

Anne Marie, Mayor Loco’s wife, was happily stirring another huge cauldron over a low fire, full of steaming water and five or six moaning naked women. Occasionally, Anne Marie would grin her trademark bawdy grin and use her long wooden spoon to stroke one of the women in the obvious spot under the water. The chosen girl would respond with gasps, rising moans, and the occasional squeal. It looked as though the water was going to be very juicy this time. It was really going to make good sauce.

“By the time she finishes,” Traci cracked, “those girls aren’t going to want to do anything but lie around until it’s time to eat.”

Shaking her head, Traci spied something else going on just outside the cooking area. A nude pair, presumably a mother and daughter competing for the honor of feeding the group, were on elbows and knees on one of the picnic tables. Several other women, (somewhat) clad in scanty swimsuits, were working vibrators in and out of their pussies. The noise coming from the pair wasn’t much lower than that issuing from the sauce pot. “What’s up with them?” Traci asked. “Starting early?”

“No,” Sarah responded with a laugh, “they’re using a new technique Anne Marie brought back from a trip to Florida. Helps improve the meat’s taste.”

“How?” Jane was fascinated.

“Well,” Sarah explained, “you know we always said putting a girl live over the fire made her better tasting, and that excited volunteers that came while they were cooking tasted best of all?”

The other two nodded.

“The celebrity judge for the contest today is Belinda LeGacyl from Florida, who discovered the technique. It seems that a woman that has had a long period of sexual excitement or is having orgasms while she cooks really has very flavorful meat.

“I tested it,” Sarah continued, “and is she ever right! I’ve started teaching the technique in Home Economics. On the day of the practical exercise, all of the girls in the class strip down and are given vibrators. They pair up, do each other and get a before and after taste of their juice as part of the class. As a demonstration, I do the regular school meat girl from Ed’s until she’s exhausted. Then I give each student a taste of her juice and spit her before sending her to the cafeteria to become lunch. The roast comes so much and is so excited she’s humping the spit right up until the heat gets her! The girls love it!”

“I’ll just bet they do,” Jane commented thoughtfully. That was definitely something she was going to do, now that she knew about it. As soon as they got back to the blanket, she was going to get Traci and Sarah to use the strap-on in her bag on her. She certainly wanted everybody to have a memorable taste treat next Saturday. Dick was going to have to give her a real workout until barbecue time. Maybe Traci could help her while Dick was at work. She decided three or four fucks a day ought to do the trick.

Behind them, a plaintive female voice said, “Ohhh, I didn’t know about that! We’re going to have to find someone to help us get ready for the contest. We do so want to taste good if we’re chosen.”

Jane looked around, and it was if the skies opened up with a golden glow while choirs sang in the background. It was Brenda Mason and Tammi, plaintively bemoaning the fact that they didn’t have someone to get their pussies nice and juicy for the contest. While fully rounded and truly delicious looking, these two weren’t the brightest bulbs in the hall. Jane, Traci, and Sarah immediately fell all over themselves assuring Brenda that of course, they’d LOVE to help them get ready for the contest, that it was NO trouble at all, and why didn’t they come back with them to their beach blanket and no, no, no, they’d be HAPPY to take the time to work them over before they got on the stage.

“Think of it as last minute touch up,” Jane said, trying hard not to trip on her tongue as her eyes ran over the two succulent pussy platters before her. “I mean, EVERYBODY wants to be at their best for the judging.”

“And by the way,” Traci added, a bit breathlessly, “do you mind if we check your meat?’

Brenda looked at her daughter and they nodded to each other. “Sure,” Brenda said, “that sounds like fun. Nobody else has given us so much as a squeeze, yet.”

Everybody else was probably too intimidated, Jane thought. Everyone that saw the exuberantly built pair probably thought they were being bothered incessantly and didn’t want rejection. Well, tough for them! This pair was now the exclusive preoccupation of her and her friends for a while. Hopefully a long while until the contest.

Brenda and Tammi stood in front of the three, erect, feet together and arms at their sides, smiling while the three friends looked them over. Both had long (faux) blonde hair. Tammi’s was in two pony tails, one on either side of her head that emphasized her youth. Brenda’s was in a long fall down her back. Mother and daughter also had large (real) breasts that looked like fun to play with, although they weren’t really good as meat. Plenty of stuffing and stew base, though. Both had identically round, pleasant faces.

For their part, Traci, Jane and Sarah were examining the mother and daughter like they were planning on a meat purchase. They were interested in what meat looked good and what wasn’t quite up to par.

Jane quickly decided that everything on Tammi was very much up to par, while Brenda had a tiny bit of a problem with her forearms and calves. Not much, but there wasn’t quite the smooth meat there that other portions displayed. Squeezing Brenda’s upper arms, she decided they were fleshy enough to compensate. Barbecue those arms with Brenda’s drumsticks and it would be a very nice little backyard cookout, with enough to feed the whole family.

“Let me check your torso, Brenda,” Jane said, and ran her hands from under Brenda’s arms down her sides to her hips. Nodding, she commented, “You have quite enough flesh for great barbecue ribs, and your upper hips are really good meat.” The hip cutlets, the flesh just above a woman’s hip bones, showed a slight bulge, but the meat was smooth and there were no love handles. Good texture and firmness, despite the fact that the woman was quite fleshy.

Traci announced, “Tammi’s cunt mound is very plump and has some good meat.”

Jane squeezed Brenda’s cunt mound, producing a shiver, and added, “This one is pretty darn good, too.”

Sarah stepped over and fondled both mounds, getting a pair of giggles and squirms. “I agree, guys. If the pussies are as good, both of these women are prime. Turn around girls, we’ll check the back side.”

Jane’s first thought after the pair turned around was that those butts and thighs would make plenty of roasts and steaks. There really was enough meat on those women to feed a crowd. She ran her hand between Brenda’s thighs, manipulating the inner thigh meat. “Oh,” she said, “this is excellent quality.”

Traci and Sarah stroked the backs of Tammi’s thighs, occasionally tweaking the soft flesh. “Great here, too” Sarah said, giving her verdict. “I’d love to have these thighs in my cooler. They’d feed a party or two.”

Tammi looked over her shoulder and dimpled. “Thanks,” she said happily.

Jane hefted and wobbled one of Brenda’s large smooth and nicely rounded buttocks. “This is really fabulous flesh. I could get some nice steaks here. These would carve like butter.”

Sarah nodded abstractedly as she spread Tammi’s plump cheeks with her thumbs. “Plenty of good meat here, also, but she needs a little work if she’s going to be stuffed,” she said with a professional air.

“Bend over, ladies,” Jane ordered. When Brenda and Tammi did, all three women carefully examined the meaty, and slightly damp, pussies on display. Jane and Sarah inserted fingers as far as they would go and found the insides already open and wet. “My, yes,” Jane continued as she licked liquid from her finger. “I’d love to sauté these pussy steaks. Just a little butter, some salt and pepper, and you’d have some really juicy and tender gourmet delights.”

Brenda stood up, her eyes glistening happily with unshed tears and hugged her daughter. “Oh, thank you, ladies,” she said happily. “Those were such nice compliments. Do you think we have a chance in the judging?”

Jane, Sarah and Traci nodded like three bobble head dolls. “Heavens, yes!” Sarah said. “Ed would put both of you in the front window of his meat market in a heartbeat!”

Jane smiled. “The only minor problem is that you’re both a little tight in your bottom holes. Let’s go back to our blanket and we’ll fix that for you.”

Tammi clapped her hands and squealed with glee. Brenda gushed, “Oh, would you? We’d be so grateful!”

“Absolutely no problem,” Traci said eagerly. “Let’s go.”

Later, wearing her strap-on and kneeling with a leg either side of Brenda’s plush thighs, Jane held the oily shaft in her hand and looked at the deep crease between Brenda’s meaty buttocks. “You’re a little tight, but try to relax,” she said. “Just imagine this is a spit going up your ass.”

Brenda nodded, then let out a loud squeal as she felt the head of the strap-on enter her and start smoothly pushing inside. Jane grabbed the woman’s large soft breasts and hung on. She figured she was in for quite a ride as Brenda started squealing something about being spitted, and she was right.

The judging was on a raised platform in the main area of the park, not to far from the food preparation area and the barbecue pits. The three friends were happily standing in the audience, as excited as everyone else. There was a great deal of anticipation to see just who was going to be the centerpiece for the afternoon feast. They got into a good place in the audience just as Marlene Thomas, tastefully attired in a short little green halter-top sun dress, finished introducing the celebrity judge, Belinda LeGacyl. The contestants were already lined across the back of the stage, getting appraising looks from everyone.

As Marlene finished, a short blonde with a truly magnificent body walked out - Belinda. Belinda had chosen to attend the picnic nude, and it was obvious to every eye that she had every reason to be secure in her undressed state. In fact, there were two thoughts that immediately went through the minds of every woman present: First, the idea that Belinda would look fabulous on a spit. Second, since there was no chance of the first thought coming true, the sincere hope that Belinda would be out of town before Dolcett’s menfolk could get a good look at her.

“Oh, that’s so unfair,” Sarah said. “She’s supposed to be in her early forties. If I get to her age, I know I’ll never look that good.”

“I’m not sure anyone here looks that good right now,” Traci said enviously. “I’m glad she lives across the country. Do any of you guys know where she’s from in Florida?”

“Miami,” a deep contralto answered from behind them. When they turned to look, a tall firmly built brunette with an eye popping 38D-28-38 figure in a very minimal bikini smiled at them. “I’m Sharon,” the woman continued. “I’m her companion.”

Indicating a medium sized nicely rounded strawberry blonde (also VERY minimally attired) with a cheerfully round face and an uptilted nose, Sharon added, “This is Suzi, one of our friends. She’s really into this.”

Jane introduced herself and her friends. “I’m glad you’re here. How do you like Dolcett?”

The last question produced a mildly disgruntled look from Sharon, but she answered civilly enough. “Quite interesting. We live with a number of women at home that are very like the women here,” Sharon said. She continued in a flat voice, “There’s just a lot more of them in Dolcett.”

“Oh, wonderful!” Traci enthused, to be met with another mildly disgusted look. Sharon was firm in the belief that any woman that regarded herself as meat on the hoof was totally nuts. That was bad enough when the population of Belinda’s ranch and dairy was a constantly rotating number of ten of the wackos. Here, there was a whole town full of them. Being around ten women that saw being cooked as the ultimate thrill was bad enough, but this crowd was like Belinda’s spit muffins squared and cubed. Sharon was Not a Happy Camper.

A nearby nude girl in the nearly-twenty bracket chose that moment to make a general comment to the crowd. “Gosh, I’m sorry Dad cooked Mom last year, or we could enter. Being on a spit next to Mom would just be So Cool!”

Sharon glared at the girl from under beetled brows.

Giving Sharon and her minimal thong bikini an appraising look, Jane commented, “You know, there’s so much nudity here. Really, Sharon, you have a beautifully scrumptious body and you appear so comfortable in what little you’re wearing, I’d think you’d be nude like Belinda.”

Sharon looked at Jean and shook her head. “No, not really. Let’s just say I’m more comfortable in this bikini than nude around here.” Sharon’s real reason is that she had a permanently depilated pussy. Early on, after a quick appraisal of Dolcett, she decided appearing in public with a bare pussy that defined her as meat was a Really Bad Idea. Sharon told herself that she might be a little dumb, but she definitely wasn’t nuts. She left the public display of a bare pussy, at least in Dolcett, to girls that had a burning desire to be spareribs.

“Oh, look,” Sarah said, “Belinda’s starting the judging. Is that Leona Davis? I didn’t know she and Betty were volunteering this year.”

“Well,” Traci commented, “they certainly have nice bodies. They ought to cook up very tender. I sort of always wondered what her meat would taste like.”

“Not as tasty as Brenda and Tammi,” Jane added. “Not after the workout we gave them.” The three friends laughed.

Traci said to Sharon, “We always used to hang a girl before cooking, or pop her head off with an ax. Whole roasting makes the meat taste so much better, though. Is it true that a sexually aroused woman is even better tasting?”

Sharon nodded. “Has something to do with endorphins and hormones, I think. Back home, a spit muffin with weeks of intense sexual activity behind her - and popping off every chance she can in the oven or on the spit - is a true gourmet’s delight. Not that these women would be bland. It’s just that sex makes a good thing better.

Jane decided she really, really needed to get laid every opportunity she had before being cooked on Saturday. Of course, she’d orgasm when she felt the pole going in her. Every woman in Dolcett did. Still, a little extra would add something to her taste, according to Sharon. She wanted to be remembered as a superb main course.

“Now Natalie Jackson and Bobbi are up,” Sarah said with a irritated tone. “I never could stand her, and teaching her daughter was a real trial. I hope she’s not chosen.”

Sharon’s mind boggled at the concept that not cooking an enemy was desirable. Then she concentrated on Belinda’s judging. It looked like Belinda and the contestants were having fun. Come to think of it, if Belinda was feeling her up like that, it really would be fun. As long as there wasn’t a spit at the end of it.

The woman Belinda was examining looked quite juicy and ready to roast, and her daughter was simply part of what looked like a really tender set. Belinda ran her hands down the woman’s arms, occasionally squeezing to verify the texture of the flesh, then down her flanks in the same manner. Up the inside of her thighs to check the tender inner thigh meat, then turn the woman around, check her back, heft and joggle her round full buttocks, a hand underneath those same delicious looking cheeks to check the pussy, and finish off with a finger between the cheeks to check the bottom hole for ease of stuffing.

“She’s not asking anyone to bend over,” Traci commented. “I wonder how she can know the quality of the prime filet.”

“Oh, Belinda has plenty of experience,” Sharon replied. “She’s cooked hundreds of women. Believe me, she knows.”

“Wow!” Traci murmured with a wide eyed expression. “That’s wild!” Sharon rolled her eyes up and sighed.

Belinda continued stroking, feeling, squeezing and joggling until she’d gone through the whole line of contestants. Finally, she made her choices and, of course, Brenda and Tammi were in the winning group. “That’s quite a juicy looking assortment,” Jane said. “The meat ought to be really tender and we’ll have plenty of liquid in the catch pan.”

Sharon decided the audience in Dolcett was only moderately sexually interested in the women’s bodies. They were all looking at the quality of the meat, which was superb. Still, she thought to herself, the way getting cooked excited these goofy broads, there probably wasn’t a dry pussy anywhere in the park. She was curious how everyone would react when it came time to spit the chosen “winners” and put them over the flames.

Jane, Traci, and Sarah headed off to the preparation area. They had a chore to perform by pre-arrangement, since they were volunteer oilers. Standing next to a large pan half full of spiced olive oil, they eagerly awaited the woman they were going to oil for the spit.

It turned out to be Sylvia Cummings. “Hi, girls,” Sylvia said with a smile as she stepped out of her high heeled sandals and into the pan. Her daughter, Tasha, stepped into the next pan and waited for her own crew to go to work.

“Spread your legs, Sylvia,” Sarah said. “Jane and I will start with a leg apiece while Traci works down from the top.”

“Sounds like you’re ordering from the menu,” Sylvia quipped. Then she shivered as oily hands started smearing the glistening liquid all over her body. “Get it everywhere,” she said with a slight moan. “I want to really taste good and I sure don’t want anything to burn.”

“No problem with that,” Jane said as she finished with a calf and began on Sylvia’s thigh. Over her shoulder, she heard a click and turned to look. It was Fannie Brice with a digital camera.

“Fannie’s taking over Bob after this weekend,” Sylvia explained. “He said that since he couldn’t be here, he wanted pictures of me being prepped and cooked.”

Fannie commented, “He’ll love these, too, Sylvia. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he gets to eat me when the time comes. I wouldn’t want him to miss out on both of us.”

“Make sure he gets plenty of your pussy, Fannie,” Jane told her. “That’s really supposed to improve the taste of your meat.” As Fannie nodded in understanding, Jane ran a finger between Sylvia’s tasty thighs and up into her cunt, bringing the woman up onto her toes with a squeal.

“Wow!” Sylvia said in a high voice. “That ought to help things along. Maybe you ought to get some more oil up there to help lubricate the spit.”

Jane grinned and started her finger pumping, helped along when Sarah inserted an oily digit between Sylvia’s plump cheeks and into her butt. It wasn’t long before Sylvia was moaning and pumping at the fingers with Traci holding her oily breasts tightly. Several shaky moans and a series of deep gasps later, Sylvia settled back down, partially supported by Jane and Sarah’s penetrating hands.

“Oh, wow,” Sylvia said shakily, “that was strong. I hope the one the spit gives me is that heavy.”

“I’m sure it will be, dear,” Sarah said. “Now bend over so we can insert the plugs up your pussy and ass.”

Sylvia did, beginning to chatter with excitement. “Ohhh, this is so good. It’s just like I was one of the girls in Ed’s Meats. You know - naked in the butchering pen with their hands tied and waiting for someone to come by and purchase a nice cut or two. I got - - Uhhh! …Wow! That thing is thick and long!”

“Wait until you feel the one I have for your ass.”

“Yes… Well, like I was saying Eunice Barker was there Monday, and she doesn’t have a Hollywood figure, but I got the most wonderful thigh roast from her, and her cunt was just so tender! Bob stroked me up to get some good juice for the sauce and I … UUUUUNNnnnhhh!!! Oh! You were right about that plug in my butt!”

Jane swatted Sylvia on her buttock. “There you go, girl. No get in line for spitting.”

Smiling her thanks, Sylvia carefully - given the oil and the plugs up her holes - stepped into her sandals and walked with an awkward, stiff legged motion to join Tasha in the spitting line.

Jane looked at the line of bare women, the occasional plug showing between tasty thighs and other plugs peeking out from between fleshy buttocks, casually chatting while they waited for a vacancy at the spitting table. One or two would make a wise crack and punctuate it with a finger in someone’s fleshy parts or the occasional grab and jiggle. As the first two were led off to be spitted, Jane commented to Sarah, “I know I want to be cooked at the block party, but seeing them just makes you want to be in the line doesn’t it?”

Sarah nodded. Just then, the air was filled with loud squeals and cries as the first two were spitted. The girls in the line took note, but continued calmly talking to each other. Sarah said, “I certainly wish I was in the line. On the other hand, being married to Dick ought to make up for it. Maybe if I’m in good shape when Taylor gets of age, we’ll try out at the Picnic.”

Jane’s eyes grew misty and she hugged her friend. “Would you?” she said in a husky voice. “That would be so wonderful!

“Look, they’re taking Brenda and Tammi up for spitting. Let’s go watch.”

“I’d love to but I’ve got to go, guys,” Traci said, then hefted her breasts, still in their sports bra. “They need these. I’ve still got some milk left and they want all of us that are lactating to help provide the cream base for the vegetables.”

After saying good-bye, Jane and Sarah walked over to the spitting tables to enjoy the show. The women running the spitting station put Brenda and Tammi on adjoining tables on their elbows and knees. Calves and forearms were strapped down and a strap secured knees and elbows together. Each set of large breasts were bound together to keep them from flopping as the spits rotated, and their hair tied up to keep it from catching fire. With a brace under the neck to hold their heads in position, the two women were ready to spit.

Jane walked over and spoke to Brenda. “You’re ready now. I’ll know just what you’re about to feel in a week when they cook me, Brenda. I hope you enjoy it. I’ve been dreaming of a spit through me ever since I volunteered and I really envy you.”

Brenda said, “Thanks, Jane. It won’t be long now.” Then she gasped as one of the women doing the spitting removed the plug in her pussy and inserted the spit a good eight inches. Brenda began gasping as the women pumped the spit back and forth, producing a strong orgasm. As her pussy clenched the spit, the woman used the muscular grasp to guide the spit into Brenda’s body. Brenda began squealing loudly, occasionally yelling incoherently as she put on a show. Next to her, Tammi was doing the same thing. Loud squeals and frantic cries filled the air until the upwardly sliding spits blocked vocal cords. Jane clenched her thighs together and had a mild orgasm, listening and dreaming of when her turn would come.

“I love hearing her squeal and watching her wriggle while she’s being spitted,” Jane said softly to her friend.

“It’s just so sexy,” Sarah replied equally softly. “And you know it will be you one of these days. That just makes it better.”

The long sharp ventilated carbon poles were pushed smoothly through Brenda and Tammi, emerging from their mouths after a moment. Once the two were securely mounted, the spitting crew efficiently released their arms and legs, allowing them to rest on their bellies as their arms were bound to their sides and their legs were tied off to the spit.

The spits bearing the two squirming women were carried over to another table were another crew of women were waiting to stiff the roasts. One woman spread Brenda’s large plush cheeks while another began to manually insert handfuls of stuffing up her ass, occasionally tamping it in with a thick dowel. In no time at all, both Brenda and Tammi were stuffed and ready to be put over the fire.

Watching the beautiful curvy oily bodies rotate over the charcoal fire, Jane realized one of the cooking crew was Suzi, Belinda’s friend. She was now naked and grinning as she began basting Brenda’s slowly turning luscious form. “She’s going to be wonderful eating,” Jane said to her.

Suzi nodded happily. “I know. I just love this. I’d love to smear my cunt all over her as she’s cooking, but this basting brush will do. I really enjoy the way she wriggles and convulses when I stroke her clitoris with the brush, too.”

Critically examining Brenda’s plump curves, Sarah added, “She looks really juicy. Make sure you poke her a few times with a fork once she’s gone to let the juices out. She ought to fill a catch pan with rich liquid.”

Watching Brenda’s dripping cunt as she fucked the spit, Suzi grinned. “She’s not doing too bad now, but I’ll make sure I get those buttock and hip juices, not to mention some melted fat from the breasts. I love to dip a basting cup in the liquid and dribble it back over the roast. Boy, she ought to melt in your mouth!”

Glancing at the curvy squirming body of Brenda’s daughter as it rotated slowly over the heat, Jane decided the two alone could provide enough juices to baste the other six roasts. Looking back at Brenda, Jane sighed. It was just so nice, mother and daughter cooking together. The Mother-Daughter picnic was one of the more wonderful aspects of Dolcett.

Sarah moved around Jane and stood facing her, her hands on Jane’s upper arms. There was a knowing look in her eyes. “How about it?” she said.

“I’m ready,” Jane replied, and spread her legs. Sarah knelt down and fitted her mouth to Jane’s pussy. As the agile tongue got to work, Jane decided this was a great way to watch a woman cook, especially big soft curvy Brenda. As the first warning thrills began to travel through her hips in waves, Jane clenched her buttocks under Sarah’s squeezing hands and swore she’d do just as good a job on Sarah in a few minutes.

Jane and Sarah stood watching until Brenda and Tammi were gone, then remained to enjoy the sight of the plump meat slowly turning a rich golden brown. The aroma was marvelous. Every so often, Sarah’s tongue was marvelous. Then the taste of Sarah’s pussy was marvelous. Suzi even got into the act, and she was marvelous also. This was just so wonderful.

As Brenda’s succulent glistening rump rotated into view, dripping juices into the catch pan, Jane remembered when she was riding those soft cheeks, pumping her strap-on deep into Brenda’s ass. Now she was going to enjoy a really juicy steak from one of those buttocks in just a little while.

That brought another thought to mind…

Traci trotted up excitedly waving her cell phone. “Gomez called, guys,” she said breathlessly. “He says Mom needs me up there. Nothing serious, but I’m going to have to leave after dinner and go to Mom’s for a few days. I’m sorry I won’t be able to help you this weekend, Jane.”

Jane and Sarah made sympathetic noises. Jane wanted to complain, but was courteous enough not to do it. Now who was she going to get to pump her bottom? Also, orgasm spiced meat was supposed to be really great, and Brenda certainly smelled delicious. What was she supposed to do? Masturbate until Dick came back?

“You look glum, chum.” It was Sharon, licking her lips at the appetizing sights and smells. “As for me, a slice from that delicious roast would just do me right.”

With a slightly depressed air, Jane explained her predicament.

“Let’s see, ” Sharon said. “You figure you need to have your butt opened for your own roasting, and you want someone to constantly bang you to orgasm so you can improve the flavor of your meat?”

Sharon grinned at her. “I’ve got just the person.”

Sharon turned and called over her shoulder to a short, gorgeous blonde a few feet away. “Oh, Belinda, could you come over here? I think we know what we’ll be doing for the rest of our visit.”