Dolcett CA 4: Dolcett Housewives at Play by Leo

DOLCETT HOUSEWIVES AT PLAY by Leo

“Mom,” came the teenaged female voice immediately following the slam of the front door, “can you help me with my Performing Arts class project this weekend?”

Doreen walked out of the kitchen, holding the steaming apple pie she’d just removed from the oven with a pair of mitts. As usual, she was in a dress (and an apron since she was working in the kitchen) with only a simple string of pearls to match her earrings. “Of course, dear,” she said. She was always quite ready to help her eighteen year old daughter, and Performing Arts was a very important class. By law, every woman in Dolcett had to pass it. “What’s your project about?”

“Grilling,” Tammi replied. “Candi Davis is my project partner. I thought she could come over and we’d use the backyard grill. It’s big enough for two girls.”

Doreen nodded thoughtfully. “Why don’t we do it Sunday, since Dad’s out of town and I’m having a group over for a Ladies Night Out? We can do you and Candi to sort of start the occasion off.”

“Oh, great!” the bouncy teenager exclaimed. “That means everyone will be there. An audience will be so much fun! Are you going to cook one of the younger girls like you guys cooked Sally last week?”

“I’m not sure, dear,” Doreen replied. “I’ve been thinking about who I want to do, actually, and I haven’t decided. Since we’ll be using the grill for the two of you, we might just have a grilling instead of a roasting. That should be fun.”

“Oh, wow, yeah!” Tammi exclaimed. “Hey! Miss Jones will be there, too! That means she can grade my project on the spot! That’ll be great!”

Tammi took on a thoughtful look. “You know, mom, if you grilled one of the older women, that would be some real meat. You’ve always told me a girl ought to let her meat develop before she’s cooked, and I’ve been thinking about Mrs. Davis and Aunt Beth recently. It would be really wild to see one of them squirming around a pole.”

Visualizing Gail Davis’s full figured but not quite plump body, Doreen had to agree. Gail was really mouthwatering, with some really tender flesh, and to see her wriggling on a grill… Doreen smiled. “You might just have something there, baby. We’ll have to see how Sunday turns out. I know all the women are looking forward to it.”

Sunday dawned bright and pleasant, another perfect day in Dolcett. Candi had come over early and was helping Tammi set the house up for the gathering. There promised to be quite a crowd at this Ladies Night Out. Just everyone was coming, and most were bringing their daughters if they were of age.

Doreen was ready too. Of course, Candi and Tammi were nude already, which made things fun when they shaved Doreen’s pussy and gave her a deep enema. The enema wasn’t really necessary, Doreen thought as she bustled about putting finishing touches on things, since she’d be choosing the meal - not be it - but it was the polite thing to do. Especially since every other older woman in the group would be shaved and cleaned out. Dinner today was going to come from one of the fully grown women and Doreen was quite looking forward to picking the meat. Just thinking about Gail Davis’s nice round ass on a grill was enough to get her a little damp. Dinner was going to be fun.

The place grew quite lively as the women started to gather. Of course, everyone stripped on arrival. The women in Dolcett loved to show off their meat and did so at every reasonably legal opportunity. Bare skin and delectable curves were everywhere Doreen looked. Everyone looked eager, too. Grilling the two teenagers was going to be an excellent way to start today’s party.

Speaking of which… “Ladies,” Doreen announced, “I want to say I’m happy to have you all here. This is really quite an appetizing display of meat, let me tell you. Now, as you all know, we’ll be grilling one of the older women today. I’ll be making the choice after today’s entertainment.”

General cheers. “Let’s all go out to the back yard. The grill will be ready to go in just a little while. Meanwhile, the wine’s on the bar and I’ll be circulating to inspect some meat.” More cheers.

As Doreen well knew, the sights of the grill warming up and the spits laid neatly on a nearby rack would sexually excite every woman here. Good enough. She planned to help things along when she checked various tender round bare bodies, too. She’d had her hands on - and in - just about every grown woman in the place and a good proportion of the teenagers, but a meat inspection was too good an opportunity to resist.

Looking over the crowd, and the collection of juicy thighs, plump bare pubic mounds, nicely fleshed hips and smooth meaty buttocks, Doreen decided it was time to start circulating and start picking a meal. She wandered through the group, stroking and tweaking an inner thigh here, palming a tasty pussy there, or grabbing and hefting a succulent buttock. She even made it a point to fondle and squeeze the occasional breast out of courtesy to a woman with a nice set, although breasts weren’t the best meat.

She wasn’t alone meat inspecting. It was common practice to discuss meat quality whenever Dolcett women gathered, punctuating a point with a jiggle or a squeeze on some juicy part of another woman in the conversation. There was a lot of stroking and tweaking going on, and everybody enjoyed the fact.

In due course, Doreen’s dedicated survey of her guests’ flesh brought her to Gail Davis. The woman was in her late twenties, divorced and childless, with medium sized breasts and a nice round body with all the right curves, just more of them than most women. Why in the world Gail’s husband hadn’t just cooked her instead of divorcing her, Doreen had no idea, but it made Gail eligible for today’s dinner. Doreen was duly thankful of the fact. “Hi, Gail,” she said, “mind if I check your meat?”

Gail smiled in a happy, slightly nervous fashion. “Oh, not at all, Doreen. Just let me set down my wine.” She put her glass to one side, then stood straight with her arms at her side.

The front view, Doreen decided, was excellent, then began to run her hands over the woman’s nude figure. The arms were very good, with plenty of properly textured muscle. Belly ditto. Good meat on the hips and the thighs. The pubic mound was quite plump. Doreen decided she wanted a better look at Gail’s pussy. Need to have her turn around for that.

“Let’s see the other side, Gail,” Doreen said, then smiled as Gail complied. There was a nice layer of flesh over the back, so the ribs would be meaty, and Gail had very nicely formed calves. Her thighs were quite tender, especially her inner thigh meat. The creases between buttock and thigh were sharp, long and curved, indicating plenty of nicely toned ass meat. Grabbing a large round buttock in each hand, Doreen squeezed, hefted and jiggled. Um, very good steaks here, and grilled buttock steak was one of Doreen’s favorites. Checking the pussy when Gail bent over showed thick tasty looking lips, a real gourmet delight. Both pussy and ass were begging for a fuck, too. Doreen resolved to look up Gail after they got the two teenagers off the grill. By that time, every woman in the place would be ready and excited.

On the whole, Gail was one woman Doreen would really love to have over for dinner. “Gail,” she said as the excited woman turned back around, “you’d really look great on a grill.”

Gail’s pleased blush at the high compliment was Doreen’s thanks. “I’ve been thinking about volunteering,” Gail said. “Getting on the menu for a party like this would be wonderful!”

They chatted for a few moments about the seasonings Gail wanted used on herself, then Doreen happened to catch sight of another prize ass she had yet to check. The woman had long hair that reached nearly to the small of her back, but Doreen could see her butt and thighs clearly. The creases between buttock and thigh were long and very defined, promising plentiful and excellent buttock meat while the thighs were smooth and full. Well worth investigating, especially since the woman was a mystery to her. Doreen would have remembered that ass if she’d ever seen it before.

Curious about the visitor, Doreen strolled over and said, “Pardon me, but I have to check your meat.”

The woman turned and her face showed a purse-lip expression of disapproval. “I’m not here to be cooked,” she said flatly.

Sandi Dennis, the woman the unknown was talking to, laughed. “Of course you are, Diana. You’re in Dolcett now, not UC Berkeley. You knew the rules when you came here.”

The unknown shot a irritated glance at Sandi, and said, “I’m here as part of a Women’s Studies project. Still, I suppose I have to comply.”

The light began to dawn for Doreen, however. No wonder she didn’t recognize the face! It was Diana Leonard! She hadn’t seen her since High School, when Diana flunked Performing Arts and skipped town one step ahead of the collection team. How would she dare show her face here? If the City found out - not that Doreen would tell them - Diana was automatically up for mandatory live butchering. That would be a shame. Diana had certainly developed very well since High School.

Actually, Doreen was thinking in different terms at the moment. Diana was her very most unfavorite person in High School, always so superior, disdainful, and never really into the things the other girls did - or into boys for that matter. Dolcett women were universally bisexual, but Diana was a confirmed Lesbian. Sandi’s next comment was quite relevant to that fact. “Diana, stop pretending. You’re here because you want to fuck as many women as you can today.

“Don’t let her kid you, either,” Sandi said to Doreen, ignoring Diana’s furious glare. “She’s still from Dolcett. Every so often a Berkeley coed goes missing, don’t they, Diana? Wonder why no trace of the girl is ever found?”

Doreen wasn’t upset at Sandi’s revelation about Diana as a campus predator. There was really nothing wrong with that, and Doreen wouldn’t mind an occasional coed for dinner herself. Looking at the two women, Doreen decided Sandi and Diana must have had a spat, accounting for all the nasty words. Well, that was no concern of hers.

Diana’s meat was.

She gave a stiffly disapproving Diana a quick once over, and if the squeeze and tweak of tasty flesh was a little harder than usual, or the finger up the pussy was a little deeper… Well, that was just happenstance. When she spread those plump meaty buttocks to check the little bottom hole, she found it as tightly pursed as the woman’s mouth. Doreen decided she still disliked Diana immensely, but she would make an excellent dinner, especially once her bottom hole was relaxed for stuffing. Diana’s tightly pursed mouth got even tighter when Doreen told her that, too. The reaction secretly pleased Doreen.

The examination took just about the proper amount of time. Now the grill was the right temperature, not too hot, but hot enough. It was time to do the two teenagers. She looked around for Tammi and Candi, finding them in the middle of a group of naked friends, being oiled up. Beth’s daughter Mandi was kneeling between the two, the first two fingers of each hand deeply inserted in a pussy. That was to hold the pussy’s owner in position while her twin, Randi, oiled up each girl’s back passage with a long oily finger between plump cheeks. Judging from the sounds, everyone was having fun.

“Girls,” Doreen called, “please hurry up. We have to get them over the coals.”

“We’ll be right with you, Aunt Doreen,” Randi called, then drew a squeal from Candi with another deep shove between nicely rounded buttocks.

In no time at all, both girls were lying on their bellies on the nearby cooking table, and Doreen was contemplating several short spits. “Girls,” she told the two oily teenagers, “since this is role play, we’re not going to toast both sides. That will make it easy on your meat thermometers.”

A meat thermometer was essential safety equipment during a role play roasting, since body temperature had to be carefully monitored. A body temperature above 104 degrees meant the person on the grill or over the coals was ready for heat stroke. A good cook wanted the girl delirious and juicy, but not unconscious and in danger of slipping over into death.

The announcement having been made, Doreen spread her daughter’s firm mounds of bottom meat with one hand, and carefully inserted the large bulbous tip of a meat thermometer into her oily little butt hole. Candi was also given the same treatment, then Doreen stepped back while several helpers tied the girls’ arms to their sides. Candi and Tammi obediently spread their shapely legs and Doreen brought up a five foot shaft tipped with a thick, six inch plastic vibrator. Inserting the vibrator completely into Tammi’s pussy brought a gasp and a pleased groan. Candi was just as vocal when it was her turn. The ankles were tied to the poles and both girls were ready to grill.

As she supervised moving Tammi and Candi to the warm grill, Doreen was distracted by gasps and happy moans off to one side. It was Diana, already on top of Nancy on a pool lounger and working away busily with a strap-on. It figured Diana would zero in on Nancy. Nancy was a submissive who loved to wear her collar to gatherings like this. Still, it was only polite to wait until the girls came off the grill. Everybody would be excited and ready for sex by then. Doreen was growing steadily more miffed at Diana.

The girls were finally on to grill, and everything was just as Doreen wanted it. Candi and Tammi were already squirming, reacting to the heat and the buzzing vibrators up their pussies. Their heads were off the end of the grill out of the heat, and Doreen had deliberately chosen not to gag them with apples in their mouths. Gasps and moans were building in volume. Doreen loved to hear the music they were making.

Caroline Jones, the Performing Arts teacher, was critically studying the pair on the grill. “I’d say their class project is coming along well,” she told Doreen. “I want to see the amount of juice before I grade them, however.”

Doreen looked at the damp area around the base of the buttocks on both Candi and Tammi, then glanced at the girl juice already starting to drip into the catch pan. “Oh, I think they have no worries there,” she replied. “Those two are as juicy as any woman in town. I’m going to love tasting it when we spread the liquid on whoever we cook.” Caroline nodded agreement.

Meanwhile, the two teenagers were really revving up. They were writhing and squirming madly, announcing regular orgasms with high squeals, the wonderful aroma of their hot juices splattering in the catch pan filling the air. Both girls had their eyes screwed shut and their mouths wide open as they sounded off as fast as they could catch their breaths. Tammi could feel her nipples and clit toasting and the idea she was noting but meat on the grill hit all of her Dolcett fantasies, bringing on a heavy convulsive orgasm. Candi discovered clenching her buttocks on the meat thermometer in her ass caused the wildest sensations - just like a great butt fuck. The dripping sound of her girl juice into the pan and the wonderful succulent aromas of two succulent girls cooking threw her into the longest and heaviest orgasm of her life. Ohhh, it was wonderful the girls thought, and their loud squeals announced their opinion of becoming grilled meat.

“This is a fantastic performance,” Gail whispered into Doreen’s ear as she put a soft arm around the woman. “I hope I can put on this kind of show when I’m cooking.”

Doreen reached back and tenderly squeezed one of Gail’s plump smooth buttocks. “I’m sure you will, dear,” she softly replied. “You’ll have everyone so revved up they’ll explode.”

Looking at the meat thermometers, Doreen decided the girls’ body temperatures were high enough to call off the fun. Enthusiastic helpers got Candi and Tammi off the grill, untied, and on their backs on platters. Candi and Tammi proved to have enough strength left to pull their knees back to their ears. The younger girls immediately started lining up to nibble the wet pussies so revealed.

Doreen, meanwhile, was on a pool lounger with Gail, trying to rub every inch of her bare body on the other woman’s soft nudity. She inserted a finger up Gail as she kissed her, and was pleased to feel Gail starting to explore the inside of her own pussy. After that, her world narrowed to Gail’s mouth, nipples and lower body. She was occupied for some time to come (pun intended).

After a due allowance was made for everyone to recover, clean up, and get themselves some wine, Doreen returned to her hostess duties and started thinking about who was going to be cooking shortly. She also began to issue instructions to get things ready. “Jodi, would you check the coals? Add some if needed. Jane, the seasonings and utensils are in the kitchen, laid out on the island. Please bring them here. Oh, and get a butt plug and vibrator from the kitchen utensils in the middle drawer next to the stove, will you? We might need them.”

She checked on Tammi and Candi, simmering in a large pot full of water to allow their over excited bodies and still leaking cunts some rest. There were several of the younger women gathered around the pot, and one or two looked like the wanted to climb in with the two teenagers. Hm, that pot water ought to boil down nicely for flavoring the gravy.

Kathy Steward and Lisa Pane were at one of the other tables with several of the girls milking them. Kathy and Lisa were still doing community service, but the rules allowed for private donations to group dinners. After all, they needed some milk for the white sauce to go with the vegetables and fresh from the nipple was best.

While Doreen was doing her hostess check, she overheard a conversation between several of the women. “Diana certainly gave me a workout,” the voice said, “but she wouldn’t let me do anything to her. She said she didn’t like penetration and wasn’t going to permit anyone to do it. Personally, I think that’s quite inhospitable, don’t you?”

Doreen certainly did. That increased her irritation with Diana to the point where she decided to discuss the matter with several of the Stepford Wives Association board members who were present. After a short discussion, several recommendations were made. It was up to Doreen to decide which recommendation to take since she was hostess. Decisions, decisions.

She eyed Gail’s plump meaty ass with real appreciation, and thought, I’ll do it, but I’ll probably hate myself in the morning. “Okay, ladies,” she announced, “time to pick the dinner.”

There was an excited and happy murmur as the women gathered together in front of Doreen to hear who was the lucky meal. Everyone was bright eyed and smiling, caressing or hugging another nude woman. What a wonderful menu, Doreen thought looking at all the bare flesh in front of her.

Everyone was smiling except for Diana, of course. That particular wet blanket had a strongly disapproving look on her face that said plainly this was a game she didn’t intend to play.

“I’m choosing Diana!” Doreen said loudly. Immediately, a couple of the younger girls, already aware of what was going to happen, moved to grab the shocked women.

Diana wrested her arms free and grabbed her breasts. “No need to get rough,” she yelled to the crowd at large. “I’ll do it, and these will be the best tits you’ve ever eaten!”

Doreen doubted that, but let the obnoxious woman have her moment. “On to the spitting jig, Diana,” she ordered.

Once Diana was stretched lengthwise along the padded top of the jig (something like a padded sawhorse), her ankles and wrists were shackled to the jig’s legs. This left her pussy and bottom hole fully exposed for what needed to be done. The pussy was quite fleshy and plump, Doreen noted, but both holes appeared to need a little loosening up. Well, there was a cure for that. “Girls,” she said to the younger set, “will you help me out? Diana needs loosening. Get a couple of strap-ons and take care of it.”

After that, Doreen went happily about her hostess chores with one ear cocked to the yelling, screaming, gasping, and moaning coming from the vicinity of the jig. Diana had excellent lungs, she decided. She made a wonderful musical accompaniment to the grilling preparations.

“Aunt Doreen,” Mandi said to her a while later, “you ought to get on Diana and take a ride. She’s great!”

Doreen thought about it, then decided she could spare a little while to have some fun. Getting out her favorite strap-on, the one with the extra plug that went up her pussy, she donned it and walked over to Diana’s inviting rear end. Hm, the pussy looked properly open, wet even. However it was clear that not much work had been done on the woman’s bottom. The hole looked like it was still tight. Hard to stuff that way. Can’t have that.

“Diana,” she said to the limp and bedraggled woman as she oiled the shaft of her strap-on, “you really need to be ready for stuffing. Ever had a really big shaft up your ass?”

“Huh?”

“Well, you’re about to.”

It took a bit of effort to insert the oily shaft between Diana’s cheeks, but Doreen managed and shoved it deeper with a bump of her hips. Wonderful! Those hips were already writhing and jerking about. The plug in Doreen’s pussy was really starting to get her worked up. The rest of this fuck ought to be one to remember.

Doreen: “Here we go! Wheee!”

Diana: “AAAAAGGGGHHHH! NO! You can’t! It’s too BIG! AAAAAHHHH!”

Shortly….

Diana: “Aaaaaahhhh… Ohhhhhh. Ngggg…. Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh…..”

That was quite an orgasm, Doreen thought, then found herself going over the edge to a really big one, too. Ohhhh!

Doreen was enervated when she finally pulled her strap-on shaft from Diana’s bottom with a slurp and a popping sound. “Ladies,” she called, “Diana’s ready to stuff now.”

As Doreen sipped a glass of wine to steady herself after the wild ride Diana had given her, she watched her sister hand stuff Diana’s ass. After every handful or so, Beth would tamp the stuffing in with a long, thick dowel. This always produced the same reaction from the now sexually aroused Diana. “Ohhhhhh… Deeper! Deeper!”

Diana was now in the right mood for cooking.

When it came time to spit Diana, Doreen, with Beth in enthusiastic assistance, guided the spit carefully into the meat’s pussy.

Comments from the meat: “Oh, that’s so thick! Push it up me further! More, more!”

With Diana’s enthusiastic cooperation, it was no trick to have her orgasm quickly. With her pussy clamped and pulsing around the shaft of the spit, the pole was guided at the proper angle to run up her body. Until the pole had blocked her vocal cords, there was a running commentary from Diana, punctuated by gasps and moans. “Keep pushing! Ohhhhhh… That’s so thick, so deep, so hard! Unggggg… More! Let me have more!”

Doreen complied with Diana’s request, and the shaft was shortly two feet out of her willingly opened mouth. Her hair was quickly put up, her arms tied to her sides, and her legs to the bottom of the spit. There she was, oiled up, stretched along the pole and squirming delightfully, ready to put on the grill.

Diana and her spit were laid on the grill with the woman on her belly. The grill fire was low, the proper height to begin cooking Diana without hurting her. The heat would get her soon enough. Right now, though, judging from the way she was squirming and her buttocks were clenching, Diana was more concerned with fucking the spit into the ultimate orgasm than anything else. Everyone was gathered around, watching Diana’s delicious meat ripple as she squirmed, wriggled, and convulsed. Her juices weren’t just dripping into the catch pan, they were spattering every time Diana had an orgasm.

Doreen, Beth and several other helpers carefully kept Diana basted with oil and juices from the catch pan, as the wonderful aroma and sound of a cooking woman filled the air, further exciting the audience. Doreen and Beth carefully used the spit to turn Diana over so her back, buttocks and thighs could grill, then carefully used a barbecue fork to test the meat of her pussy and outer thighs and check the color of the cooking meat. Yep. Diana was coming along nicely.

Judging by the wriggling, stroking and whispering among the watching women, they were going to be coming along nicely too, soon.

“I wish that was me,” Gail whispered sadly into Doreen’s ear.

Doreen took a moment to hug Gail, then stroked her bare buttocks and squeezed her ass meat. “I do too, honey,” she whispered back. “But it isn’t. Tell you what, I’m having a potluck block dinner in two weeks, and you’re now invited. Don’t bring a covered dish, just bring this tasty ass of yours and that will be plenty. How about that?”

Gail gasped, grinned, and grinned, then kissed Doreen deeply. “Oh,” she breathed passionately, “that would be wonderful.”

Doreen looked away from the woman in her arms for a second. Diana was still doing her pole dance, but slowing down. She’d be gone soon and they could bring up the fire and really start her cooking. Turning back to Gail, Doreen said softly, “Give me a few minutes, and we’ll go over to that lounger and I’ll really check your meat.” She slid a finger deeply into a wide open and wet Gail, who gasped, arched and nodded with her eyes screwed shut and bottom lip between her teeth.

This girl was really ready for some fun!

Doreen jabbed her cooking fork into Diana’s golden brown buttock and proceeded to carve off a thick strip to go with the prime filet already on her plate. Dousing the meat with au jus from a nearby bowl, she licked her lips in appreciation and headed for one of the picnic tables.

She was shortly joined by Gail, who enthusiastically began to carve and eat the calf portion she had on her plate. “You know,” she said between mouthfuls of the juicy flavorful flesh, “as long as that invitation to the block dinner stands, I’ll have to say you chose the right woman for today’s dinner. Diana’s great.”

Looking at Gail’s breasts bobble as she carved and thinking about that wonderful wealth of tasty meat the girl was sitting on, Doreen nodded. “That invitation stands. I want to get your pussy and ass on a platter, Gail. That’s a given.”

Taking another bite of Diana’s prime filet, Doreen reflected on the fact that she never really liked Diana until now. Diana’s personality was obnoxious, but her flavor was truly delicious. “Yes, I agree,” Doreen added, “Diana was good for something after all.”