Dolcett CA 5: Preparing Mother's Meat by Leo

Preparing Mother’s Meat by Leo

A nice shiny day in Dolcett, California. Inside a standard issue suburban ranch three bedroom, two and a half bath house, there are two naked women in the ultra huge kitchen with indoor rotisserie and four large double ovens. One, the brownette with shoulder length hair and large blue eyes, is very lushly built, smooth figured without a single extra ounce anywhere. She’s puttering around the kitchen, arranging a variety of cooking accessories, spices, oils, and such. The other, black haired, has a medium sized body with medium sized breasts, but slightly larger hips and thighs, complimenting her tasty bare pussy. She’s on her back on a large platter on the big kitchen island.

The one puttering around is famed Dolcett chef, Jane Paulding. She’s deep into the preparations for another culinary triumph at tomorrow’s Stepford Wives’ Association meeting. The one on her back is Jenny Crane, part of the planned triumph.

Jenny is talking, as she has pretty much been doing nonstop since entering the house. Jane is letting the flow of words wash over her without a ripple in her concentration. Jane’s an excellent chef.

Jenny: “Well, we were just about ready to start the barbecue when Annette Harris walked out in front of the group and pulled down her bikini bottom and declared she had a far better butt than Jolene and she’d make a wonderful roaster. Actually, she did. That ass was round, smooth and very meaty, and her thighs were just in proportion, too. Of course, what could we do? Jolene needed a little more time to develop, anyway. Harry immediately let Jolene up and Bobby Harris helped him get Annette on the spitting jig. After we got the pole through her, she really did put on a show, let me tell you, and we all had a great time watching her cook. She was really tender and flavorful, too. Bobby must have been banging her every day for the last week to get that good a flavor. Of course, he said Annette’s declaration was a surprise to him, but he really enjoyed her prime filet. And…”

Jane nodded, keeping her half of the conversation up. Then, “I want you to pull your legs, back, dear, with your knees as close to your shoulders as you can get them. Once you have them up, pull your hands through and under your chin so that your elbows are behind your knees. I’ll tie your wrists together so there’ll be no strain holding your legs.”

Jenny complied, pulling back her legs and opening them wide, continuing her narration without missing a beat while Jane tied her wrists with thick cooking twine. Then Jane took a thick breast meat sausage about nine inches long and held it next to Jenny’s slightly open and glistening exposed pussy. Being prepared as a meal always got a Dolcett woman hot, and Jenny was no exception. Of course, Jane had earlier banged Jenny to several wild orgasms with a strap-on, just to get her in the spirit of things and to help flavor her meat. “This will do,” Jane said thoughtfully. “You’re ready for it.”

Suiting deeds to words, Jan inserted the sausage into Jenny’s pussy, pushing firmly until it was wholly inside her. Jenny left off her narrative (wherever it was) and commented, “Oh! Unnnhhh… Ahhhh… Oh, that’s wonderful.” The last was said in a dreamy voice.

Jane looked at Jenny’s filet with satisfaction. “Fits nicely. Now when you start popping off, you’ll flavor the sausage even more. It will go well with what I have planned. I’m going to be making a whole range of dishes from pussy casserole to diced medallions of drumstick and wing. There’ll be a light buffet table with liver pate on crackers, some stuffed breast slices, sirloin niblets and sliced buttock cocktail sandwiches. You’re going to make a wonderful buffet.”

Jenny, still enjoying the long thick sausage buried inside her, licked her lips, closed her eyes, and enjoyed it even more. The thought of becoming all of those various gourmet dishes was ever so sexually exciting. “Oooohh,” she said shakily, “that sounds like a marvelous menu. I remember what you did with Alice Young last month. You’re such a wonderful cook. I’m so glad you chose me for the Association’s dinner.”

Jane took the praise as her due. It was true, after all. She began to gently stroke Jenny’s erect clit. “Let’s get you really going,” she murmured. “You ought to nicely flavor the sausage before you get on the pole. After that, of course, I’ll spit you up the ass and get you on the fire. Then you’ll really soak the sausage with girl juice.”

Jane took a butt plug covered with olive oil and inserted it fully between Jenny’s buttocks. “Here, this will open your butt. Just imagine it as the spit.”

Just the image of herself cooking, let alone the stroking and the plug, provoked a major orgasm. Jenny was having a marvelous time. She was as full as she’d ever been in her life.

Problems chose that moment to intrude, in the person of Sandi, nineteen, nude, the possessor of a truly plump bare pussy along with a great deal more succulent meat, and the planned live roast as the centerpiece for tomorrow’s SWA meeting. She was also holding her cell phone.

“Jane,” she said excitedly, “Tommy Jacobs called and he wants me to go with him to Cancun next week. Can I beg out of the dinner? I’m really sorry.”

Jane was a bit nonplused. While she was happy for Sandi, since the invitation also meant that Sandi would probably be getting engaged to Tommy, it also left her without a girl suitable for live roasting at the meeting. Here she had Jenny all ready to begin the process of becoming a buffet while the main attraction was bowing out of the picture. Life was simply so complicated.

Sigh. Best to be gracious. If Sandi couldn’t make her dinner date, she couldn’t. It was that simple. “Of course, Sandi. I wouldn’t think of keeping you from going. I just wish I knew of a decent replacement I could get at short notice.”

Sandi brightened. “Really? Oh, you’re great, Jane! Don’t worry, I’ll find you another woman to replace me.”

Sandi rushed back into the living room and Jane could hear her talking on the phone. Meanwhile, she continued to stroke - and occasionally lick - Jenny to more moaning and gasping orgasms. No reason to stop the process. Jenny would still make an excellent buffet for the meeting.

Sandi was back in only a few minutes. “I found someone, but I promised not to tell you who it is until she shows up. Meanwhile, I’ll be glad to help you with Jenny.”

Jane also brightened. “Wonderful, Sandi! Yes, I’m going to need some help in the kitchen, so I appreciate the offer. Jenny will be ready to spit in a few minutes, then you can help me get her on the rotisserie.”

The two did up Jenny’s hair so it would be safe from the heat, then began the process of completely oiling her body with spiced olive oil. The soft oily hands massaging her body only served to get Jenny even more sexually excited.

Jenny was in a never-never land of sexual bliss when Jane decided the time was right to get her on a spit. She removed Jenny’s butt plug, then with Sandi’s help she hefted the long carbon fiber pole and inserted the tip into Jenny’s gaping anus. A smooth insertion eight or nine inches, another gasping orgasm, then Sandi smoothly pushed while Jane guided the point through Jenny and out her open mouth. During the process, Jenny went wild with another gasping, body clenching orgasm. Jenny was going to put on a wonderful show as soon as she felt the heat kiss her bare body.

At that moment, the doorbell rang and Sandi dashed off, saying, “I’ll get that! I know who it is!”

Jane had to admit to curiosity. She needed another roasting woman, true, but she hoped whoever the volunteer was met her standards. After all, she did have a reputation to uphold. She took a few moments to retie Jenny’s arms to her sides and her legs to the spit while she waited. There, now all Jenny needed was to have her hair tied up and she’d be ready to put on the rotisserie. Thoughtfully, she set the rotisserie’s heating coils to Low so they could heat up while she met whoever Sandi was talking to in the living room.

“Jane,” Sandi called, “could you come in here, please?”

When Jane arrived in the living room, she took one look at the nude woman that was Sandi’s replacement and the clouds parted in the sky with golden sunbeams illuminating all, birds started singing Broadway show tunes, and wondrous feelings enveloped her in soft warm arms. The brown haired woman was rather tall, about 5’$2 9” or so, with a perfectly proportioned body to match. Broad shoulders supported large round breasts that had little drops of milk forming on their nipples, showing the excitement of a woman that was still lactating, despite being out of the child bearing business for years. The waist was rounded and small enough to emphasize hips just as wide as the shoulders, full of delicious meat. Not quite heavy thighs framed a bare pussy mound that was both prominent and very plump. The woman was a chef’s dream. She was also Sandi’s mother.

“Why Kate,” Jane said, “I didn’t know you were interested!”

Kate shrugged. “Well, Paul has moved on to another woman, Sandi’s grown, and I was kind of at loose ends. I never won the meat lottery, so I was thinking about neighborhood cookouts. When Sandi called, I knew this was so perfect for me. Do you think I’ll be good enough for an Association dinner?”

Jane’s tongue was a bit tied in knots for a moment. She’d been thinking about how it would feel, deep in that glorious pussy in front of her. “Um.. ah, of course! I’d be proud to prepare you for tomorrow’s dinner! You’ll be just perfect. Why, you’re just what I need.”

“Oh, thank you!” Kate cried, rushing over to envelop Jane in a nude full body hug. “You’re so sweet.”

Jane returned the hug, then broke it off to delicately lick the drops of milk off Kate’s nipples then insert a finger between her legs and up her cunt. Sucking the juice off her finger, Jane replied, “Ummm. So are you! I love the fact that you’re still producing milk. That will make a wonderful base for the cream sauce and your breasts will be so tasty if you’re holding milk when we roast you.”

Sandi brought them both back to the moment. “How’s Jenny? Can I hang around and help you cook her?”

Jane nodded with a smile. “Certainly, dear. We’ll all have the fun of watching her cook, then you can both help me in the kitchen after we get her off the spit. I’ll show you both how to prepare some very nice dishes.

“Something else besides sex to make Tommy happy after you’re married, right?” she asked with a sly smile. Sandi blushed at that but nodded happily.

Back in the kitchen, the three women carefully lifted Jenny and placed her on the rotisserie. They were immediately rewarded with a full body clenching orgasm by the meat as she slowly began to cook . Jane enjoyed the way Jenny’s buttocks surged into prominence when they flexed in orgasm, not to mention the way her glistening curves moved as she squirmed on the pole. Jenny was putting on a beautifully exciting performance. Jane wished she could hear all of Jenny’s gasps, moans and squeals as she cooked, but the solid spit blocked her voice box. Right then, Jane decided to spit Kate with a two part spit. She wanted everyone to hear the wonderful music she was sure Kate was going to make over the backyard barbecue.

Jane stood there for a moment, all of her attention on the spitted woman as she slowly began to heat up. The coils weren’t high enough to cause pain, but high enough so that heat stroke would get her in due time. Once Jenny was gone, Jane would turn up the heat and Jenny would really begin to cook.

Speaking of turning up the heat…

“Ladies,” she said, “come here.”

Sandi pressed her nude body to Jane’s bare flesh on one side while her mother did the same thing on the other. Jane put an arm around each waist, her hands gently stroking the silken bare flesh of the women’s hips. All three of them, like every other woman in Dolcett, were tremendously sexually excited to watch another woman cook. The only thing more exciting would be when they went on the spit or in the oven themselves.

Jane had a thought. “Sandi, why don’t you baste Jenny? I’m sure she will enjoy it. Kate, let me pull up a chair and sit down. I want to examine your meat.” That last sentence was almost the most sexually exciting a Dolcett woman could hear. The most sexually exciting phrase was when they were told to bend over and take a spit.

As Sandi took a long handled brush and began to brush spiced oil all over Jenny, paying special attention to her breasts, pubic mound and the juncture between her ass and thighs, Jane pulled up a kitchen chair, placing it so she could enjoy the view of Jenny as she squirmed on the spit, and sat down. Spreading her legs, she beckoned Kate to stand between them. “You can stand facing Jenny, Kate. I’ll check your backside while you enjoy Jenny’s pole dance.”

Kate positioned herself between Jane’s smooth thighs and stood quietly, arms by her side and legs together, enjoying the view of the roasting woman as she submissively offered her body for stroking and squeezing. Jane began running her hands down Kate’s sides, carefully taking the time to fondle and squeeze the plump buttocks almost in her face. She leaned over as she gently squeezed Kate’s inner thighs - wonderfully tender meat there - and mouthed a portion of Kate’s succulent buttock meat. She bit down tenderly, sucking on the soft flesh. Kate would just carve like butter!

Spreading Kate’s buttocks with both hands, Jane said softly, “In a minute, Kate, I’m going to fuck you. And I’m going to fuck you right here.”

Kate shivered in anticipation. “Better hold on tight, then, Jane. I really let go when someone gets in my ass.”

“So do I,” Jane replied.

Sandi heard the exchange and looked back with a grin, a plot of her own forming.

“Come on,” Jane said shakily, “let’s do it!”

The kitchen chair was quickly reversed and Kate leaned over the back, bracing herself with her hands on the chair seat while Jane buckled on a strap-on. She oiled the shaft heavily with cooking oil, then placed the head at Kate’s little bottom hole. “Get ready,” she said, “here it comes.”

As she felt the soft plastic shaft enter her ass and begin fully plumbing her depths, Kate leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and gave an open mouthed moan. Grabbing the nude woman’s large soft breasts, Jane began to pump slowly, every so often pressing herself against Kate’s smooth soft bottom and thighs, letting the shaft of the strap-on rest for a moment deeply inside the woman’s butt.

During one such pause in the pumping action, Jane felt soft hands spread her own buttocks and the oily head of a strap-on position itself against her own bottom hole. Then a soft pair of feminine hands tenderly took hold of her own large breasts. It was Sandi, and she was about to make it a threesome.

After that, it was wonderful sex for all of them. Jane would pump into Kate, then withdraw, pushing her butt further on to Sandi’s strap-on. She would feel Sandi pump deeply into her, and inspiring her to slam her hips harder against the soft cushions of Kate’s buttock meat. In front of them, Jenny continued to rotate over the heat, her oily body squirming and convulsing with her own ultimate orgasms, and exciting the three joined women to greater heights. All four of them were in a wild sexual haze, knowing nothing except the wonderful sensations they were experiencing.

After Jenny was gone, they reverted to tongues and nimble fingers, enjoying every possible combination their sexually imaginative minds could produce. Jane discovered that Kate and Sandi both had nice long tongues and knew what to do with them. She also thought the taste of both women’s pussies exquisite.

Later, sated and cleaned up, all three women took Jenny off the spit and began to create a number of buffet dishes under Jane’s direction. “She’s precooked, ladies,” Jane said, “but not so much that it would cause her meat to be over done when we turn it into other dishes.

“Sandi,” Jane directed, “please carve Jenny’s hips. I want whole buttocks and hip roasts to put in the oven to finish cooking. Medium rare ought to be fine. Then get them onto the slicing machine. I need thin slices for the cocktail sandwiches. Kate, you will prepare the ribs for additional barbecuing. Make sure the bone is no more than four inches long for easy nibbling. I’ll use Jenny’s juices to help make the barbecue sauce for the ribs. Later you can help me core and stuff her breasts for the sliced breast pate.”

First all of the ovens and the grills, not to mention knives, bowls, etc., were in use, then completed dishes went into the huge refrigerators for tomorrow’s meeting. All three nude women bustled through the kitchen in companionable activity. After everything was over, Jane grilled some inner thigh steaks for all of them as a special reward. With the after dinner wine, both Kate and Sandi got their tongues deeply into Jane’s pussy as a nice thank you, then presented their own for Jane’s delectation. It was a wonderful evening and a wonderful night, since all three shared Jane’s bed, her husband Jack being out of town.

The day of the Stepford Wives Association meeting was clear and bright, which was good since there were forty or so attendees and the meeting had to be held at neighborhood recreation area. A nice intimate gathering of friends and associates, all female and all nude, more than happy for the chance to display their meat to everyone. And, of course, there was a lot of fondling and squeezing, since it was fun to give another woman a compliment about her tasty flesh. All and all, a typical assembling of Dolcett women.

Jane, not having anything to do yet since the buffet was already set out and it wasn’t time to spit Kate, was strolling around the grounds with Anne-Marie, the Mayor’s wife and assistant. “Jane,” Anne-Marie said, holding a loaded paper plate and biting into a small cube of sirloin niblet on a long toothpick, “you’ve certainly produced a lovely buffet. Jenny is so delicious.”

Jane took a sip of her wine and nodded. “Yes, she’s quite good. But wait until you taste Kate. She’s had so many pop-offs in the last twenty four hours, her flesh is loaded with sexual endorphins. That, and her meat is so well developed she’s a chef’s dream in her own right.”

Anne-Marie shot a glance over where Kate was talking with several other women. One of them leaned over and squeezed Kate’s plump pubic mound. “Ummm… I can certainly see that! Every time she stripped down for an SWA cookout, I couldn’t help but wonder what she’d taste like. Now I’ll find out in a few hours. Really, I can’t wait!”

Jane grinned. “Trust me, I can’t wait either. Kate’s just perfect meat for a chef’s skills.”

Several shapely women, nude except for earrings, necklaces and high heels (a Dolcett woman ALWAYS accessorized), were having a conversation that, for a change, wasn’t comparing their own meat to someone else’s. “Well, we decided to have the basement redone, and I contacted a designer in San Francisco. When she came out, however, she was just totally unsatisfactory. She had her own ideas about things, left absolutely no room for restraints or spitting machinery, and just wouldn’t listen to anything we said. Her color sense was off, too.”

“Oh, Caroline, what did you do?”

“Rather than go through all the bother of running her off, we just stripped her and chained her in the basement. Al wants to fatten her up a little more, although she already has some nice meat for a free range piggy. You’re all invited when we put her over the backyard barbecue. I swear, when we told her what we’re going to do, she had such a fit! Really, it’ll be a pleasure to get her out of the house. She’s such a trial; we have to keep her gagged all the time. You’d think she didn’t want to be the menu centerpiece or something.”

But in another group of gossiping wine drinkers, late 30s, early 40s: “Humph. I certainly don’t see why Kate was chosen. Any of us would make a perfect choice for today’s dinner.”

“Oh, Linda, you’re just jealous. I’ll admit there are worse choices, Lucille Bookter for one. Look at her over there. I swear, she’s be perfect for hamburgers, but I certainly wouldn’t want her on MY grill.”

“Rachel, I have to agree about Lucille, but just LOOK at us. I tell you…” pause to heft one of Linda’s buttocks and a quick squeeze or two of inner thigh and pussy mound… “you just have the BEST hams. You’d make a wonderful Sunday dinner. You really ought to consider coming over some time. We’ll have Joe’s family over and make a nice oven roast out of you.”

Pleased smile. Compliment recipient leans over to woman next to her and wraps and arm around her bare waist. “Thank you so much, Linda, but I think Lenore, here would be just as good.”

Rachel turns to Lenore and hefts a medium large breast. “Lenore, dear, these would make such a rich stew, and you have really wonderful back meat. We’ll be doing a lot of tailgate cookouts this football season and your ribs would be just perfect. I know Ralph and Mac would love to see you on a spit, too. Want to join us next time we get ready for a game?”

Lenore takes a sip of her wine, considering the offer. “Well, Ralph told me the other night that my meat is ready for cooking. I just might be interested. I’ll have to find him another wife, first.”

Rachel examines Lenore carefully, noting all the nice curves and really tasty looking pubic mound. “Tell you what, please think about it. We’d love to have you for a tailgate cookout, and I’d really like to make an occasion of it.”

Rachel turns to the other women in the group. “How about all of us get together, grab some strap-ons and other toys and we’ll put on a real show for the boys when we do it. The boys will want to join in after the show. I know I’ll want to get as much fucking as possible before someone puts a pole up my pussy and the rest of you guys are no different. We’ll do Lenore so much her meat will really have some tremendous flavor.”

Chorus of pleased agreement from the group in general and Lenore in particular, along with hugs, strokes, some expressed envy from Linda, etc.

This sort of thing was going on all over the recreation area. Dolcett women. Go figure.

Kate wandered over to check out the barbecue, accompanied by Sandi and several of her friends. “Oh, Mom,” Sandi said, “I just can’t wait until you’re over the coals. They look like they’ll be ready, soon, too. You’ll look so nice squirming on the spit.”

Kate smiled at the compliment. “Thank you, dear. I do hope I’ll put on a great performance.”

Sandi looked at Kate’s full breasts for a moment. Usually, she was the one who milked her every morning and enjoyed the chore. Kate normally sent what they didn’t use over to the dairy. They were always happy to have milk from any producer in town, even those that had finished their community service after childbirth. In Kate’s case, she’d just continued producing after Sandi was weaned and still enjoyed a good milking in the morning.

Now, everyone would enjoy the rare treat of a lactating woman on the spit. The milk hormones added flavor to her meat as well as a prime ingredient to many sauces. On the spit, Kate’s nipples would be dripping continually, into the catch pan to mix with oil and her juices, and one her body to mix with the basting sauce. Yummy!

Kate looked down and squeezed her own meat above the hip bone - the sirloin area - then twisted slightly and patted a full buttock. “It feels like I’m ready for the kitchen, that’s for sure.”

One of the other girls pointed at several rows of some rather strange frameworks. “What are those?”

Kate looked and giggled. “That’s wonderful! Someone got them out of storage and set them up for the barbecue.

“Those are the old frames we used to use about ten or fifteen years ago for burning the hair off a woman’s pussy and injecting the cooking fluid into her breasts on Feast Day.”

Chorus of questions and comments from the younger ones:

“Ouch! Wouldn’t burning the hair off hurt?”

“How does it work?”

“Looks uncomfortable.”

Etc.

Kate shook her head. “No. They used an old style blowtorch and just waved it close enough to burn off the hair. Oh, when I used to watch it done, the women looked a bit uncomfortable, but one told me the hair burning didn’t really hurt as much as the injections to fill out her breasts and keep them from shrinking during the cooking process. Modern techniques have done away with the need for the injections and depilation cream does a better job. Nowadays, a woman just takes off all her body hair with cream before she reports to the cooking pits, like I did.”

After stealing a look at Kate’s plump bare pussy, one of the girls looked back at the rows of metal framework ‘chairs’. “I guess that makes sense, but how do they work and why are they out here now?”

Kate giggled. “They’re out here because they’re really a great way to have someone lick your pussy while you watch a woman cook. You have to be helped on, but that thick rod a little back from the seat edge goes up your ass. These braces in front hold your thighs and force you to spread your legs. In fact, you have to use these arm rests to hold yourself up so the rod up your ass doesn’t go too far, but that’s okay. The posture throws your pussy forward and your breasts out. That’s a wonderful position to have a tongue up your cunt, ladies, let me tell you.

“Anyone want to try?”

The girls around her looked dubious, until Sandi spoke up. “Mom, why don’t we both do it and show them?” She looked around with a gleam in her eye. “I’m sure a couple of these girls wouldn’t mind giving our prime filets a licking.

“Just for demonstration purposes, you understand.” The girls laughed.

Kate nodded, smiling at her daughter. “That’s a wonderful idea, Sandi! A good pussy licking will certainly help the taste of my meat, that’s for sure. We need to get seated on the frames properly. Girls, can we get some help here? First, one of you get some olive oil from the preparation area. We need to lube those shafts so they go up our asses easily. Next, I need several of you to lift Sandi and me onto the frames. Do it carefully, since we need the plugs up our asses and legs in the braces for everything to be right.”

It was no time at all before Kate found herself lifted in the air and her ass nicely placed, the rounded tip of a cool oily metal shaft touching her eager little bottom hole. As she was let down, the lubricated shaft slowly sliding up her ass to its full length of about eight inches, her thighs were spread and fitted into the open mouths of braces that looked like upside down horseshoes. Her bare thighs held wide by the braces and ass comfortably impaled on the frame’s shaft, Kate grabbed the two bars that ran back alongside the seat. She didn’t have to strain to hold herself up, since there was a large round bulb at the base of the shaft in her butt that prevented her from dropping any further. Of course, her posture caused her to bow her back slightly, thrusting her full naked breasts out, and the shaft in her ass pushed her pussy to the front of the ‘chair’. It was the perfect posture, she thought, to have her pussy nibbled. In her building excitement, she was leaking a drop or two of milk from her round thrusting breasts and a gentle nipple licking from several of the girls clustering around her contributed to her enjoyment and cleaned off the milk.

Kate looked to her left and saw Sandi was also on her frame chair, nicely impaled and spread just like she was. Mother and daughter were now ready for nibbling, a delicious dish of raw pussy, fresh on the girl, presented for snacking.

Apparently the audience felt the same way. All of the young women in the group were staring, and several were unconsciously licking their lips at the two nicely presented prime filets in front of them. After a moment’s intense study, two girls were on their knees in front of Kate and Sandi and things really got going.

Kate threw her head back, closed her eyes, and bit her bottom lip as the first girl went to work on her. This one really knew what she was doing. She pinched the hood of Kate’s clit as her busy tongue began fluttering on its tip. Meanwhile, several active fingers were exploring the depths of her cunt. It felt… WOW! Only a second later, BOOM! Off she went, gasping and moaning. Sandi was right with her, her own sound effects even louder.

Kate kept her eyes closed as the second mouth fastened itself on her pubic mound, and this time it wasn’t an active finger or two penetrating her. This was soft, wet, and really squirmy - the longest tongue Kate had ever had up her, man or woman. Again… BOOM! Real squeals this time, REAL loud!

After a short while, Kate was taking a breather along with another glass of wine, watching Sandi and several of her friends now enthusiastically nibbling willing pussy or having their own very willing pussy nibbled. Great sound effects, she mused, not to mention all of the squirms and other moves that made a woman’s meat look so appetizing.

A soft female voice behind her said, “That’s quite a group. It’ll get better when we’re all watching you on the spit, too.”

Kate turned and smiled at Jane. “Oh, I do hope so,” she said. Then she asked the all important question eagerly. “Are you ready for me?”

Jane nodded, then patted one of Kate’s full round buttocks, following it with a little squeeze. “We certainly are,” she replied. “Ready to come over and have us prepare you for the spit?”

Kate nodded happily then followed Jane’s swaying bare form over to the preparation area. In passing, Kate mused that Jane had a really wonderful body for meat. Pity she was such an excellent cook. She was certainly going to have to wait longer than that nicely formed figure deserved to become a deliciously cooked dinner. Kate decided she was very fortunate to be barbecued at the height of her body’s development. She smugly decided she was a perfect advertisement for allowing a woman’s meat to develop.

As they arrived at a wading pool full of spiced olive oil, Kate quickly drank the rest of her glass of wine, then handed the glass to one of Jane’s group of volunteer helpers. A volunteer washed her feet and gave the rest of her body a quick once over to make sure she was clean, then Kate stepped into the oil. Eager soft hands began to spread the oil all over her nude curves.

As Kate was being oiled, Jane asked her, “I’ve been trying to decide if I want to spit you up the ass to really cook that beautiful prime filet of yours, or in your pussy, to show off your delicious rump meat as you cook. Any thoughts on the matter? Either way, we’re going to use a two part spit so you can make all the noise you want. I really love it when you moan and squeal.”

Kate gave it some consideration for a few moments, then answered. “In a way, I’d love to feel a spit up my cunt, but the idea of having my pussy presented for full cooking is very exciting. I think I’d like the pole in my butt if you don’t mind.”

Jane walked behind Kate and spread the woman’s full cheeks, studying her bottom hole. “Well, you’re certainly ready for a nice rear end spitting. That session on the frame left your bottom hole nice and relaxed. We’ll do you up the ass.”

Kate shivered with happiness at the thought. Of course, the fact that eager fingers were now spreading oil up her pussy and far into her ass may have had something to do with the shiver, too.

Jane reached over and gently used two fingers to pinch the plump pussy flesh between her thighs. “Hm. You’re only going to be on the fire long enough to precook, Kate,” she said. “When I take you off, I’ll be preparing a number of dishes on the various grills, but I’m thinking about something special for your prime filet. Yours is already juicy enough, so I’ll use a light clear sauce and some mild spices. Served surrounded with a vegetable medley and garnished with a full sprig of parsley tucked into your clit, your filet ought to be magnificent. What do you think?”

Kate just stood there for a moment, letting willing female hands continue to massage oil all over her nude body and visualizing her pussy on a platter, presented in the wonderful way Jane described. Sandi would love it. She even imagined Sandi carving off a slice and biting into the juicy flavorful meat. Without warning, a mild orgasm shivered through her body. “Ooooohhh… Ah, yes, Jane,” she continued, recovering, “I think that will be wonderful!”

Sandi’s favorite dish was cunt steak, and Kate always enjoyed preparing it. Preparation was especially fun when she had the opportunity to thoroughly give the raw meat a tongue work over while it was still on the wriggling and moaning girl. Now it was going to be her own cunt steak on a platter. Oh, it was so exciting.

Kate could barely restrain herself as various women helpers put up her hair, then tied her breasts together so they wouldn’t flop as the spit turned. Even the background sounds were exciting. She spared a glance at a line of nude women nearby as they squatted over metal bowls. Other deliciously bare women were stimulating them so their girl juices would drip into the bowls as they popped off. The noises they made told everyone they were having fun helping get the base for Jane’s light clear sauce. Being basted in girl juice as she cooked was another exciting thought. Another minor orgasm ensued.

There were even louder squeals and moans helping the ambiance. Ellen Laughlin was bent over one of the tables and Ann Richards was pounding her pussy for all she was worth with a long strap-on. Ellen’s orgasms were a feature of every barbecue in Dolcett. She really didn’t have the body for a live roaster and she knew it. Getting a thick plastic shaft up her pussy was as close as she could come until the day she went to Hill’s for butchering, so she got off as much as she could, pretending she was the prime menu item. Kate realized she was going to be the one on the pole instead of Ellen this time. Still another minor orgasm.

Enough of this. Let’s get to the main event. Kate knew she was going to have massive orgasms when she was spitted, and bigger ones over the coals, and she was ready.

“Jane,” she asked, “are you ready for me to be spitted now?”

Jane nodded with a smile. “Worked up, are you?” she teased. “Well, let’s get started.”

Several of the women picked Kate up and carried her to the preparation table. Of course, Kate was so oily that she was slippery and the girls carrying her got oily themselves, but everybody was having fun so it didn’t matter. Once on her back on the table, Kate bent her legs back and grabbed her ankles, spreading them to give the cooks full access to her plump pussy and little bottom hole, still slightly open from various penetrations.

Relaxing there looking up at the clear sky, Kate felt the thick nozzle enter her pussy and Jane or someone inject a heavy load of stuffing into her. Wow, she thought, I feel fully packed. A nicely thick vibrator followed the stuffing to hold it in as she cooked.

The next thing Kate felt enter her body was the thick plastic tip of a two part magnetic spit. This one went up her ass. Once the front half was in her mouth and the power turned on, the two halves would lock in place and she’d feel fully spitted, just like there was a rod running through her body. The shivery, delicious thought produced another minor orgasm.

Kate tilted her head back further as she opened her mouth to take the front part. It felt exactly like she was mouthing a long thick penis. Her legs were brought down and tied off to the bottom half of the spit while other women tied off her arms to her sides. The power was turned on, including the tingler in her ass and the vibrator in her cunt. She began to squirm uncontrollably on her spit as she was lifted and carried to the rotisserie over the warm cooking pit.

When Kate first felt the heat, she couldn’t control herself. Her body convulsed in a massive orgasm. The front half of the spit didn’t block her vocal cords, so she began to squeal and moan at the top of her voice as she squirmed. She was actually realizing her dreams. She was cooking! Oh, she was going to make a wonderful dinner!

Everyone found the show fascinating. By this time, the frame chairs around the cooking pit all held nicely shaped women in their late twenties and thirties, asses impaled and legs wide open for any interested tongue. There were tongues aplenty, too, happily provided by younger women. Kate’s squeals got louder as massive orgasm after massive orgasm hit her, accented by a low background of moans, gasps, and other noises from the women on the chair frames.

Kate could hear everything. The heat was high, but not overwhelming. She knew that, soon enough, she was going to become delirious and heat stroke would get her, but she wanted to enjoy her time as a live roast, rotating over the hot coals. Her brain wandered through an ocean of blasting bright colors, generated by her sexual responses to the stimulation in her bottom and pussy, the heat, the sounds of the various women around her, and the scent of herself cooking. Whenever a soft brush stroked her glistening bare curves, a few drops of her own juices would always fall from her pussy onto the coals below, making sizzling sounds that added to the noise and scents that added to the succulent aroma already wafting through the area. The catch pan beneath her was full of oil that had dripped off her body, juices she was producing, and drops of her milk. Basting brushes took some of the mixture and spread it back onto her writhing, cooking flesh, adding to her flavor and supremely exciting her. Kate could only squirm and writhe on the spit holding her body, squeal her head off, and enjoy orgasmic blast… after blast… after blast.

Jane set her plate with its tender and juicy inner thigh filet and slice of stuffed breast on the picnic table and smiled at Sandi sitting across from her. “Enjoying your dinner?” she asked her.

Sandi carved another slice from the tender prime filet on her plate, transferred the full fork to her mouth, and chewed with an expression of bliss. “Oh, this is marvelous, Jane. You’ve outdone yourself.”

After getting a taste of the meat on her own plate, Jane had to agree. Of course, she had to be modest about it. Besides, a chef needed the best ingredients to make the best meal. “Thank Kate, ” she said. “She’s certainly superb. Her meat is the best argument I know for a woman taking the time to let her body develop. I’ve said that often enough and now we’re eating the proof.”

“Yum,” Sandi said as she took another bite. “You’ve convinced me. I plan to give myself a few more years before thinking about trying out a spit again. What’s next for you?”

Jane, now firmly enthroned as the queen of Dolcett chefs, knew that any woman in town would be eager to be her next culinary project. She meditated for a second as she cast an expert chef’s eye at the crowd of nude women in the recreation area. Softly swaying globular breasts, plump smooth thighs, and flexing buttocks all were given a careful examination. One tasty rounded blonde caught her eye. Smooth full curves, nicely formed hips, a truly plump pubic mound and, as the blond turned away for a moment, appetizingly flexing smooth full buttocks and meaty thighs. Janice Bolding…. Hm, Janice. She would certainly look delicious on a carving platter, surrounded with baked vegetables and done to a beautiful golden brown. Hmmm.

“I’m not sure,” Jane told Sandi with a smile, “but I do believe I’ll think of something.”