Dolcett CA 6: The Stepford Wives Club Spring Women's BBQ
DOLCETT CA 6: THE STEPFORD WIVES CLUB SPRING WOMEN’S BBQ by Leo
Doris Lessing got up from who she was doing to answer the door, quickly removing her plug-on and checking the bedroom mirror to see that her hair wasn’t too mussed. She was absolutely certain who was outside. It had to be Belle, her daughter.
Meanwhile, Elaine simply continued to lie limply on her belly on the bed. She wasn’t interested in moving just yet. That is to say, she wasn’t interested in getting up just yet. She’d already done plenty of moving… And squealing… And yelling… Not to mention moaning and gasping. Elaine was a great ride.
Opening the door, Doris was greeted by a curvy blonde with shoulder length hair, about twenty, wearing a very minimal string bikini, high heels, and accessorized with a very nice purse that matched her bikini. It was Belle. “Hi, Mom,” she said, “I see you’re dressed for the barbecue today.” She meant that her mother was quite appetizingly nude.
As she walked into the ranch style suburban house, Belle gave her mother’s bare body a closer study. Due to mandatory aerobics, Dolcett women maintained bikini grade figures. If they didn’t they were arrested and butchered for parts, something every right thinking Dolcett woman considered a very low class fate. It simply had lack of status.
Doris turned slowly to show off her well curved and slightly meaty figure. “Like what you see, dear?” Doris asked.
“You’ve gained some weight, but the result is very nice,” Belle replied judiciously.
Doris nodded proudly. “Fifteen pounds. I’ve been working on fattening up for the Spring Barbecue. I want to be ready, you know. Today’s my day and I’m so excited.” The Spring Barbecue was dedicated to Dolcett women in their early forties that had, for whatever reason, missed out on the thrill of becoming a wonderful dinner. Now it was the turn of Doris and her best friend Elaine.
Belle reached around and hefted a plump juicy buttock. “This looks and feels delicious. It ought to carve like butter.”
Her mother smiled broadly at the high compliment. She pinched her own flesh above the hip. “My sirloins are quite ready to carve, and my inner thigh steaks are really tender.”
Bell squeezed Doris’s hairless meaty pubic mound, then looked a little more closely. The flesh between her mother’s thighs was glistening with dampness. “Looks like you just got finished with a nice fuck, too.”
Doris grinned and waved a hand back towards her bedroom. “Elaine and I have been doing each other to improve our meat’s taste. I finished a session with her just before you arrived.” She turned and called out, “Elaine. Belle’s here. Time to get ready for the Spring Barbecue, girlfriend.”
Elaine walked out, as naked as Doris, and still stroking her hair back in place with one hand. Like Doris, she was wearing her hair short. That was very practical on a spit. “Hi, Belle,” she said. “I have to say your mother is a great fuck.”
Doris hugged Elaine. “You are too, dear. Let’s show Belle what else we’ve been doing.”
Both women turned and, standing straight and relaxed, presented their round plump asses to Bell. “We’ve been working at loosening our bottom holes for stuffing or spitting, too,” Doris said. “Please check our progress.”
To be polite, Bell reached over and pulled one of her mother’s nicely sized ass cheeks to one side, then pushed a finger up her butt. “Great results,” she said wiggling the finger all the way up her mother’s ass. “It slides right in.”
Then she did the same thing to Elaine. “Just as good. You guys must have really been banging each other’s rear ends hard.”
Turning back around, Doris gave a little grin. “I always used to enjoy it when I was still married to your father,” she said, “and it drives Elaine wild. We want to be ready, like I said.”
Belle nodded to the pair. “Looks to me like you’re going to be great for the barbecue. Go get ready, guys. We’ll head over to the beach and see what’s set up.”
Both women smiled and scampered off , jiggling deliciously, to fix their hair and makeup. The Stepford Wives’ Club Spring Barbecue awaited.
The three walked over the dunes to the barbecue area companionably chatting. Belle had left her bikini in the car, so she was as naked as the two older women. Of course, she had the little hair patch on her pubis that marked her as a married woman and not on the menu today, but it was a beautiful day to go nude and simply everyone at the all-female barbecue was going to be naked. Mayor Loco always relaxed dress restrictions for the Stepford Wives’ Club functions. Since every married woman belonged to the <span class="caps">SWC</span>, that was enough political power to get the attention of any politician.
“This is a wonderful day,” Elaine commented with an appraising look at Belle’s curvy firm nudity. “All us girls in their forties get to realize our ultimate dream as a great meal without competition from nicely formed young ladies like you.”
“Well,” Belle replied,” you’ve earned it. After all, you’ve missed the meat lotteries and other cookouts because of children or other reasons. You deserve a day when you can be cooked. I kind of like the fact that the <span class="caps">SWC</span> has an all girl’s day just for you.”
“Mmmm,” Doris said. “And I have <span class="caps">SO</span> been looking forward to this. I’ve been kind of thinking about grilling instead of spitting, but either one would make me very happy. Of course, the sex before the cooking is going to be fun, too.”
Belle grinned. “I’ll say. I want to have your cunt steak, mother, but I want to spend some time banging Elaine before you two go on the coals.”
Elaine reached back and patted her plump buttocks. “Put it in my ass, girlfriend,” she replied. “I just love to have that shaft pumping my butt.”
All three laughed at that. Belle studied Elaine’s curvy rear end and silently agreed with her. Maybe she’d get someone to do some butt-banging on her, too. Something new to try out. Her husband always used her pussy, but she bet he wouldn’t mind it if she turned over once in a while.
The beach was covered with appetizingly nude women. There were picnic tables spaced at various intervals, and a number of roasting pits, too. Looking around, Doris commented, “I see they’ve put up the big grill. Looks like we’ll be cooking in a bunch.”
“That’s great!” Elaine responded. “It’s always so much more fun in a group. It would be fun to cook with a friend, too.”
She turned to Doris. “Why don’t you and I sign up for the grills together? I’d love to have you next to me while I’m doing a pole dance.”
Doris thought for a moment. “That might be a good idea. Let me ponder a while before we go sign up.”
“Well,” Elaine said with a little laugh, “don’t take too long. We want to make sure we get our first choices.”
Doris nodded as they found a convenient spot and put down their beach bags and blankets. Once everything was laid out, Doris said, “I’m going to check things out. How about you, girls?”
Elaine smiled at Belle. “I want to get another rump ramming before I go see what’s happening. You up for that, Belle?”
Thinking about Elaine’s luscious plump ass, Belle nodded happily and began rummaging in her beach bag for her plug-on and some cooking oil as lubricant. Elaine was definitely a ride she wanted to take.
Belle’s plug-on was a refinement of the standard strap-on without the unsightly straps. It had the same long thick plastic prick, but it was held on by a padded U shaped spring that went between her thighs and hugged her crotch. It had a pair of plugs, one for her pussy and one for her ass, that gave her as much fun as the girl she was fucking. Once she’d squatted slightly and gotten her plugs in place, she embraced Elaine, giving her a deep kiss as she fondled the woman’s large breasts.
Seeing that everything was going nicely, Doris waved at the pair and wandered off. Almost immediately, she discovered a grill with a woman on it that was nearly done golden brown. The woman was on her belly, spitted from pussy to mouth with cross bars affixed below her bound feet and in front of her head. The cross bars were to help turn the meat on the grill when needed, but the spit itself was tremendously exciting to Doris. Every Dolcett woman wanted a spit through her, and this particular woman looked wonderfully beautiful to Doris, her shapely body straightened by the spit and her meat almost fully cooked. It was her ultimate dream, and she could see herself in the meat’s place.
Sniffing the delicious aroma of cooking female flesh with appreciation, Doris asked Jane Paulding, the cook, “Who’s that? I can’t quite place her.”
Jane, the premier chef de femme cusine of Dolcett, looked down at the lush meaty curves stretched on the grill. “Alice Bentley. I put her on last night to slow cook. She put on quite a show for nearly half an hour, too. She’s for morning nibbles, and she’s just about ready. In a little bit, I’ll take her off and debone her meat so I can serve it chipped. She’ll provide enough small sandwiches that everyone can snack until we do the main grilling.”
“Yummy,” Doris said with appreciation. The wonderful aroma from Alice was making her mouth water. She just knew she was going to smell as good or better. The thought gave her a heavy tingle in her cunt. Licking her lips, her eyes on the nearly done delicious grilled woman cooking in front of her, Doris reached down to stroke her clit. Smiling, Jane put down her cooking tools and strolled over, pushing Doris’s hand away to allow her own fingers to roam over - and in - the succulent woman’s plump pussy.
Jane knew what Doris was feeling. Every Dolcett woman got sexually heated when she was around another woman being prepared to cook or cooking. Helping Doris let off a little steam was simply what one Dolcett woman did for another. Besides, Jane thought as Doris clenched her gut, gasped loudly, then gave voice to a long moan of orgasm, it was fun. The two kissed deeply afterward.
Doris turned her head back to look down the beach as she heard the squealing. That sounded like Belle. Next to her, Jane also looked. Back on the beach blanket, Elaine was on top of a frantically squirming naked female body, pumping her hips on the ass beneath her with real vigor. “Sounds like someone is really getting an ass fuck,” Jane remarked. “Next to a spitting, nothing squeals like a woman getting her butt royally pumped.”
Belle was indeed getting her butt pounded. The oily shaft of Elaine’s plug-on hurt when it first spread her soft buttocks and entered her hole, despite Elaine’s stretching finger beforehand, but Belle was beyond that now. As the long thick plastic shaft pumped inside her ass, it was producing thrills unlike any that Belle had ever felt. Those thrills were gathering between her legs and she could feel an orgasm building like none she’d ever felt. The firm meaty slap of Elaine’s hips on her round soft buttocks and Elaine’s hands grasping her largish globular breasts simply added to the sensation. Belle was getting a really deep ass fuck and she was telling the world about it.
Elaine loved riding Belle, too. The way the delectable ass beneath her was wriggling, the two plugs in her own ass and pussy were really moving around. If Elaine was any judge, Belle was about to go over the top, and she was just about ready to go right along with her.
Later, after an earth shattering climax that Belle was sure was only going to be topped when she rode a spit, the two rolled onto their sides, still joined by the long shaft buried between Belle’s full buttocks. They lay in companionable exhaustion and Belle decided she was definitely going to get her husband up her butt at the next possible opportunity.
Doris was still chatting with Jane (and unobtrusively admiring the woman’s wonderful meat content) when Elaine strolled up, slightly bowlegged but recovering nicely. “That daughter of yours,” she told Doris, “not only gives a girl a hell of a good ass pounding, but she’s a great ride, too.”
Doris replied with a dimpled smile. It looked as though Belle was taking after her mother. “Shall we go see what else is going on?”
Jane waved at the pair. “Go ahead, girls. We won’t be putting anyone on to cook for a few hours yet. Don’t forget to sign up for what ever you’d like, though.”
“Let’s go get that out of the way,” Doris told Elaine as they walked off.
“What do you want?” Elaine asked her. “I’m really thinking about the grill and I wish you would, too. I’d love to feel you next to me while I was cooking.”
Doris thought for a moment, then decided. “I agree, girlfriend. Since they’ll be spitting us before we go on the grill, we won’t miss anything, and I’d love to rub hips with you while I was doing my pole dance.”
“Oh, great!!” Elaine squealed, and they headed for the sign up tables.
The tables were staffed by younger members of the <span class="caps">SWC</span>, nude like everyone else on the beach, and the woman that gave Doris her form to fill out was still doing community service, providing milk for the Dolcett dairy for two years after childbirth. As the younger woman leaned over to pick up a form, several drops of milk formed on her nipples and Doris, as was Dolcett custom, obligingly lifted each of the woman’s milk filled breasts with a hand and licked the drops from her nipples. “Thank you,” the woman, Jane Meadows, replied graciously for the courtesy. “Now, Doris, please print your name in the next empty space, check how you’d like to be cooked, and how you’d like to be spitted.”
Doris put her name on the list, checked the block marked “Grill” then thought for a moment. Pussy or ass? She had a very juicy, thick lipped pussy, she thought, so putting it in her ass would let her pussy cook better. Then she ran her hand down one of her large soft buttocks. Those really needed a good grilling to come out just right. Belle wouldn’t mind it, either, if her pussy was a little rare. In fact, rare pussy was one of her favorite dishes. <span class="caps">OK</span>. She checked “Pussy” for where she wanted the spit to go, then wrote in Belle as the woman that was going to get her cooked pussy.
After that little chore was over, Doris and Elaine looked around to decide what else to do. Up and down the beach as far as Doris could see, the sand was full of appetizingly nude women doing beach type things: playing volleyball, splashing in the surf, laying out in the sun, or just fucking on beach blankets. Certainly a lot of bouncing, Doris thought, then looked down at herself. She’d always had a nice rack, but the extra weight she’d put on for the barbecue gave her an extra jiggle and joggle along with her bounce. In more than one place, she thought complacently, stroking one of her plump buttocks. On the whole, she told herself, she was the perfect example of a delicious roaster, an idea that made her really wish they’d start calling names for the grill soon.
Hm. On the other hand, maybe not yet. “Are they setting up a breast grill?” she asked Elaine, watching several women set up an apparatus.
“That’s what the flyer said,” Elaine answered. “Meat girls like us get first crack at it. Want to have your puppies toasted?”
Doris nodded and licked her lips. “You bet! I want to see how a tit toasting feels now that I’ve grown a little in the boob department.”
“Mom!” a feminine voice called. It was Belle, and she had her friend Jodie Phillips with her.
“Mom, Elaine, you know Jodie, don’t you?” Belle said as the two joined them. Jodie was short haired redhead a little more slender than Belle and a bit taller than Doris. Both older women smiled and nodded greetings.
“Wow, Mrs. Lessing,” Jodie said as she looked over Doris’s lush nudity, “you look so tasty! I really want one of your steaks.”
“Why, thank you, dear,” Doris said, smiling at the compliment. “Just keep an eye out for me on the grill and I’m sure Belle will help you get the cut you want.”
Doris looked at Elaine for a minute, afraid she was monopolizing Jodie, but her friend was deep in conversation with Belle again. Doris was certain they’d be riding each other’s ass again before Elaine went on the grill. For herself, Doris wanted to try out someone new, and Jodie looked like a good possibility. The girl certainly had a very nice figure, Doris thought after an intensive study of Jodie’s nudity. Yep. Definitely good fucking material here. Her expression got a little impish. “Care to check my meat and see just which part you like best?”
Jodie happily nodded. First she lifted Doris’s breasts and mouthed each nipple. “Yummy! These will be a wonderful addition to the stew pot tonight.” Breasts weren’t good roasting material since they were mostly fat and glands, but they made great stew base. Traditionally, the <span class="caps">SWC</span> served a huge cauldron of breast stew around a big bonfire at the evening’s close of the event, made up of breasts from all of the women cooked at the barbecue. Doris always enjoyed it, and the idea her own tits were going into the stew was very exciting.
Meanwhile, Jodie was squeezing Doris’s upper arms and running her soft hands down her flanks, with a stop over the hips - the sirloin. “These are wonderful,” Jodie said, giving a long squeeze. “Just the right amount of fat.”
She moved to Doris’s thighs, paying particular attention to the tender inner thigh area. “Your thigh meat is just the right texture for grilling,” Jodie said. “I’m definitely going to let my meat develop like you before I go on a spit.”
Another squeeze of Doris’s plump pubis brought a smile to both of them. “I’ll bet you have a great prime filet, too, judging by this nice mound. Can I see it?”
“Of course, dear,” Doris said. She turned around, but before she could bend over to proudly show off her pussy, Jodie grabbed one of her buttocks in each hand and squeezed them with a little shake to make the meat wobble.
“I just love these,” Jodie said, her voice a little shaky. “Your ass meat ought to just melt in the mouth.”
That was a wonderful compliment, and Doris smiled again as she spread her legs and bent over to grab her ankles. “What do you think of my pussy?” she asked.
Doris looked back through her spread thighs to see Jodie fall to her knees behind her. The frisky tongue on her pussy lips and clit was all the answer she needed. Doris shivered with the thrills the girl was producing, but steadfastly stood up and turned around, taking Jodie’s hands and pulling her into a full bodied embrace. “Not yet,” Doris breathed tenderly into Jodie’s ear, “but you can do it when I’m having my tits grilled. Would you like that?”
“Ohhh, yes, Mrs. Lessing,” Jodie moaned back, squirming her naked body against Doris’s lush bare flesh and massaging her full bottom. “I’ve wanted to nibble on your pussy for just the longest time.”
“I wish I’d known that sooner, dear,” Doris said softly. “Well, you can certainly do that here. You can munch on my pussy while I’m having my tits toasted and after I finish with the breast grill you can fuck that plump ass you so enjoy playing with, too. I want to be fucked in both holes before I’m grilled. I want to be open and wet when they put in the spit and stuffing.”
Jodie gently fondled Doris’s breasts as the two traded deep tongue kisses and that was all the answer Doris needed.
Once the breast grill was set up and everything arranged properly, the grill attendants called for all the women that were on today’s menu. Normally anyone that wanted to toast her tits was allowed to enjoy the grill, but there was a special group going first today - the forty something women that were going to realize their ultimate fantasy and incidentally provide the <span class="caps">SWC</span> with some truly succulent flavorful meat.
Doris and Elaine positioned themselves side by side facing the grill, in line with the other eight naked meat women. One of the attendants, a toothsome bare blonde in her mid twenties, placed properly sized blocks in front of the grill for each woman to stand on so her breasts would be at just the right height. Most of the women in line had plus sized breasts, but Doris noticed that several of the women in line with her had slightly smaller racks. Normally, they wouldn’t be grilling on this apparatus, but today was special. Today, everyone was going to enjoy their opportunity.
While preparations at the grill were finishing up, the women in line all put their hands behind their backs for attendants to bind with plastic ties. Being restrained wasn’t really necessary, Doris thought, but it gave her a real thrill, as though she was no longer in control of what was happening to her body. She was just meat ready to cook. The thought gave her a minor orgasm.
Once she stepped up on her block, an attendant lifted her breasts and laid them on the already warm grill. The metal grill itself was carbon coated with pumice, so it wouldn’t burn her, but she could feel the hot electric coils below her magnificent rack.
Another of the nude women acting as grill attendants stepped up on the other side of the narrow grill from her with a big grin, a brush, and a pot of cooking oil. “Have to baste these puppies before they burn,” she said with a chuckle.
The attendant spread cooking oil all over Doris’s breasts with her brush, something Doris thoroughly enjoyed, then went to the next step. Lifting Doris’s right breast by its nipple, she spread oil liberally on the underside. Then she did the same for the left breast. With both of her oily breasts on the warm grill, Doris felt that they were well and truly on to barbecue. Another minor orgasm.
Belle and Jodie were standing back, enjoying the panorama of bare succulent female flesh standing and beginning to squirm at the grill. Full thighs rubbing together and wriggling plump buttocks all along the line of sexually excited female flesh made both of the young women lick their lips with sexual and culinary anticipation. That was great meat there.
An attendant handed Belle an oil filled bucket with a bunch of vibrators in it. “You guys want to stuff these up their asses? Once that’s done, we’ll be calling for volunteers to do a little pussy munching.”
Belle eagerly nodded. “Believe me, I’m ready to hit my knees in front of Elaine. Jodie wants more of Mom’s pussy, too.”
Taking the bucket, Belle and Jodie methodically went down the line, performing their highly enjoyable task. They’d grab a handful of soft butt meat in one hand, pull the buttock out of the way to reveal a woman’s little bottom hole, then smoothly insert an oily vibrator deep up her ass. Once it was turned on, the woman having her breasts grilled started having even more fun.
“UnnnnnHhh!” Elaine groaned as a vibrator pushed its way into her ass. “Oh, that’s wonderful.”
“Eeeep!” Doris squealed briefly as Jodie slid one up her backside and let the meaty cheeks flop back together. “Ahhh, things are just getting better,” she moaned.
Belle, grinning with anticipation, slid under the grill and grabbed the soft flesh of Elaine’s hips with her hands, mouthing her hairless pubis and dipping her tongue between the woman’s full thighs, fluttering it on her clitoris. Next to her, Jodie was doing the same thing to Doris. Jodie pulled back slightly to say, “Belle, your Mom’s so juicy and delicious!”
Above the pussy nibbling younger women, the whole line of succulent female meat on the hoof was gasping, moaning and filling the air with the occasional squeal. On the whole, the breast grill was one of the more exciting sights on the beach. Throughout the watching crowd of naked women, plenty of hands went down to stroke a pussy, either the owner’s or a friend’s. There was a lot of noise in the air from everybody.
Doris was quivering and gasping, continually in and out of orgasm, what with her breasts toasting nicely on the grill, the vibe in her ass, and the agile tongue fluttering on her clit. Next to her, Elaine managed to gasp out, “Oh… this - is - almost - what it will… ahhh… be like when we’re on the grill together… cooking for real… OOOhhh… can’t you - just… oh… imagine?”
Doris could. <span class="caps">BANGO</span>! A really major orgasm.
All good things have to come to an end, and assistants finally pulled Doris and Elaine back from the grill. Belle and Jodie weren’t finished, though. Not by a long shot. Doris stood there squirming and moaning as Jodie’s wonderful mouth and tongue went to work on her hot nipples, soothing, sucking, and nibbling. Another orgasm. Doris thought it couldn’t get any better than this as she squeezed her buttocks around the vibe in her bottom hole, driving her over the edge.
Well, it could get better. Belle and Jodie finally backed off and took the older women by their arms and led them, wrists still bound and vibe’s still buzzing in their asses, back to their beach blankets. “Come on,” Belle told Elaine, “let’s get you ready for the grill.”
Belle left Elaine standing and squirming around her vibe for a moment. She had to get her plug-on in place. Once it was fitted, Belle spun Elaine around and pulled the vibe out of her butt with a slurp, leaving the woman’s bottom hole conveniently gaping. Belle immediately inserted the shaft of her plug-on and began pumping deep inside the woman, giving Elaine a wonderfully energetic standing ass fuck. Feeling Belle’s naked hips slap her bare buttocks as she pumped, Elaine’s gasps turned to squeals and then to screams as her body reacted to the unusual position.
Jodie, for her part, had other plans. She got Doris down on her back, wrist tie and vibe still in place, spread her legs, grabbed her full breasts, and dived tongue first into her luscious pussy. Jodie had been wanting to do this for years, and now she made up for lost time. Doris squealed and squirmed as the agile tongue worked over, and into, her spasming pussy.
Finally, Jodie pulled back and gasped, “Doris, I’ve just got to fuck you!”
It wasn’t long before Doris had her legs spread, and Jodie pumping a thick plug-on deep into her clenching pussy as she moaned and screamed at the top of her voice. It didn’t end there. After both had popped off a few times, Jodie rolled Doris over and pulled the vibrator from her butt, replacing it with the long plastic shaft sprouting from her crotch. To Doris, it felt like she had a telephone pole pushing in and out of her ass, and it was marvelous. The shaft of the plug-on was as thick as a spit, and the thought pushed Doris over the edge into a screaming, squealing, body clenching orgasm as she twisted, writhed, and squirmed her full buttocks around the plug-on, her arms still tied behind her.
Jodie was nearly out of her head as well. She had one of Doris’s big soft breasts in either hand, the nipples hard in her palms, and she was driving the plug-on into the ass beneath her as hard as she could. The twin plugs attached to the plug-on mount continually squirmed inside her pussy and bottom hole as Doris writhed and screamed. When Doris went over the edge, she followed, gasping and squealing in counterpoint to the noise Doris was making.
Doris was still feeling the aftereffects of her massive orgasm as she stood in line with the rest of the meat women and let the cooks do their evaluation. Jane was in charge of the cooking team and cast a critical eye along the line of nude curvy female flesh as she best considered how each woman should be prepared for the afternoon feast.
The prospective roasts were separated by preference, girls to be grilled on the right and those to be spit roasted on the left. Doris and Elaine stood next to each other, sexually excited despite all of their orgasms due to the fact they were about to realize the ultimate fantasy of every woman in Dolcett. Doris watched happily as Jane went down the line with her assistants, checking meat and making notes. Each woman got a careful squeeze of various parts such as hips, thighs and buttocks, then they turned around so Jane could check their cunts and bottom holes with a probing finger.
When it came her turn, Jane squeezed her pubis and commented, “Doris, everything about you is nice, and I particularly like your plump and tender prime filet. I think I’m going to be doing something a little special with you and Elaine.” Wonderful!
Doris was put on her back on a preparation table to be rubbed down with oil and spices over every inch of her nude body, when she turned over to have her backside oiled, feeling the active female fingers spread oil up her pussy and ass. It was so exciting she had another minor pop-off. Jane walked around in front of her, holding a large bowl and a brush. “Doris, I’m going to prepare you with an Italian marinade and lemon accents as a Tuscan grill. I want to really bring out the flavor of your pussy.”
“Oh,” Doris breathed, “that sounds fabulous. Please, I’m so ready!”
With a smile, Jane spread Doris’s buttocks and began inserting young potatoes. “These are so much more tasty when cooked inside you, especially since you’ll be grilling.” Doris got a thrilling tingle each time she felt a potato inserted in her ass and pushed up as far as it would go. Another juicy orgasm.
Jane pulled the tender meat of Doris’s full thighs apart and dipped her brush into the rapidly growing puddle of girl juice on the table top beneath Doris’s cunt. Then she proceeded to softly spread each brush full of juice all over Doris’s body, following it with the marinade. “Turn over, please,” she told Doris.
Once Doris was on her back, Jane covered everything with the marinade then said, “Pull your legs back, dear, I have something special for your clit.”
Eagerly, Doris pulled her knees back almost to her shoulders and Jane squeezed a lemon slice on each of her nipples, then did the same for her clit. Jane gently rubbed the fresh lemon juice into every fold of Doris’s cunt. “I’m going to continue doing your nipples and cunt with lemon juice as you cook,” Jane said with a smile. “Then, when you’re served, I’ll slice off your nipples and serve them to Belle with your prime filet. Once I put a sprig of parsley in your clit, the result will be both artistic and delicious.” The thought gave Doris another minor orgasm.
On her belly again, Doris opened her mouth and spread her legs so that the front and back of the two part spit could be inserted. Once the magnetic power was turned on in the spit, Doris felt as though she had a solid rod through her body. She squealed at the top of her voice, which was what Jane wanted. The front half of the spit didn’t block the vocal cords and Jane loved to hear the music a woman made as she was being cooked.
The assistants lifted Doris carefully by either end of the spit and placed her gently belly down next to Elaine so that their hips were pressed together. When Doris felt the heat on her hips and breasts, she began to truly writhe around the spit, her squirming naked body rubbing Elaine’s silky smooth oily hip and her squeals filling the air along with her friend’s. She was truly cooking! The heat wasn’t high enough to be painful, just carefully metered to create delirium. Jane wanted the meat to be tender and flavorful, best achieved when a woman had plenty of time to react to the situation and fill her body with flavorful sexual endorphins. After heat stroke got Doris, there would be plenty of time to build up the cooking fire and really begin the process of converting succulent female flesh to delicious hot meat ready to carve and eat.
Belle and Jodie stood closely together, an arm around each other, eagerly watching Doris and Elaine squirm and squeal over the heat. The appetizing aroma of cooking women from the huge grill and nearby roasting spits filled the air along with the sounds the women made as they slowly turned a lovely golden color. “You know,” Belle said as she watched her mother cook, “this is always so exciting.”
“I know,” Jodie replied softly, also watching round soft curves jiggle and squirm. “I love being nude at a cook out. You see the woman cooking and know it’s going to be you one day - could be you right now because you’re naked and ready to have a spit shoved through you at any moment. The tension is overwhelming.”
Belle smiled at her friend. “It always makes me hot, even when I don’t know the woman we’re cooking. I love the thought that someone could grab me without warning and shove a pole up my pussy then stick me over a hot fire.”
Belle gently stroked herself between the legs. “Once Mom and Elaine are gone, we need to get over to a blanket, girlfriend. I’ve got to work this off.”
Jodie replied with a deep kiss, fondling Belle’s nicely shaped breasts.
Later, looking at her plate, Belle decided this was one of the most wonderful days she’d had in a long while. Doris’s prime filet was in the middle, resting on a small buttock steak and flanked by her nipples. Bell forked a nipple and chewed on the savory flesh with true enjoyment. Jodie was next to her at the picnic table, enjoying the same combination from Elaine. “This Tuscan grill Jane prepared is magnificent!” Belle said. “Mom just tastes so good!”
Jodie nodded in agreement. “Elaine is great too. Trade you a nipple. I want to find out how Doris’s tastes.”
The two companionably forked the remaining nipple from each other’s plate, then chewed happily, relishing the succulent meat with its hint of lemon. “Ummm,” Jodie said, “I love the taste of your mother. I wish I could have spent more time with my tongue in her pussy.”
Belle began to carve Doris’s prime filet. “Mom always had a great body,” she said. “After today, I’m going to have to say it was marvelous.”
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Speaks affectionately Thanks! Wonderful to hear from you, too. I’ll try not to be gone so long next time.
Leo
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WL, I’m mulling over a new Belinda story as we speak.
Vader, Thanks for the compliment! ;D Hearing from happy readers makes my day! I hope I can continue to be worthy of your enjoyment.
Leo
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And thanks for taking the time to comment, azalel. It’s what keeps me writing.
Leo
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Hey, I [i:1q0us4qw]like [/i:1q0us4qw] girly squeals! 
They’re so much fun!
:-*
Leo
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Good Bitch of the North, huh? OK, I’ll bite… uh, [b:2gyxg4la]buy [/b:2gyxg4la]that.
Like I said, squeals are fun, and encouraging. I’ve started the story. The idea I have isn’t really using any previous fan suggestions, but I still plan to use some in the future. It’s just that this plot came to me and looks like glorious fun. The perpetually pragmatic Sharon saddled with five or so Dolcett California co-eds? Instead of Mall Mice we have Spit Mice?
KAWAII? Dunno that one.
:-* Leo
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RE: panties
I’ve just started, but I’ll try to fix it so you’ll need a few.
Leo
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At the moment, another Belinda is in the works. These stories come as they feel like coming. I was on another project for the better part of a year, then decided a story about the ladies of Dolcett would be a good way to get back. Now I’m doing a Belinda adventure.
Let me thank you very much, Vader, for both reading the stories and taking the time to comment. I read your every word and readers comments are what keep me writing. You can never tell where a comment will lead, either. Leo
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