One of the boys worked for the annual and had a digital camera; he was planning to capture the butchering of Maritta in pictures, for the school yearbook. "I'll call my pages, 'The Horrible Death of Meaty Maritta!' he thought, as he snapped another picture of the helpless meat being stripped naked.
Lisa used a knife to slice the waistband of the little blonde girl's pleated skirt, and ripped it in half; she tore the shredded skirt away, and pulled Maritta's pink panties (with her name embroidered on them) down to her knees. Maritta's sweater was still shoved up over her enormous breasts; Lisa cut the straps of her bra, and popped her breasts out, bouncing and jiggling. Lisa bunched up a handful of sweater material, and sliced through it, right at her neckline. She adjusted the leg spreader, making sure the photographer would be able to get good pictures of Maritta's rectum and vulva being butchered.
"Well, I hope you paid attention to Amy's butchering, because that's pretty much how you're going to be prepared, Maritta ... butchered for parts," Lisa told the sobbing girl, "except that your brother is going to butcher you and fuck you! Maybe he'll want to fuck you after you're dead, too! But that won't be for a while, yet; you've got a lot of meat to be cut up, first!"
Maritta peed herself, as she heard her awful death sentence, causing a general titter from the tour group, and the photographer got a good shot of her intense pee stream gushing out from between her tender spread labia.
"You bet, Lisa, I've always wanted to butcher my sister's vulva, anyway," said Dan, pinching the helpless girl's nipple meat, "how 'bout if I cut out her milk glands after her breasts are cut off? Times have been hard, and we could use the money."
"Sure thing," replied Lisa, "I've got to go eat lunch, myself! Make sure you do a slow, sexy job of butchering your little sister, the camera's watching!" Lisa spread open Maritta's rosy rectum and shoved a inch-and-a-half diameter wooden plug up her butt, the helpless, exposed girl jerked and screamed as the eight-inch plug was driven all the way up into her. "So she doesn't get poop on her best meat, while she's being gutted," Lisa told the giggling students. "Here you go," Lisa handing Dan the knife, "Finish killing her for me; just go ahead and do whatever you want to her."
"Gladly!" said Dan, inspecting his sister's vulva, which was lightly furred with golden down; he pulled open her labia and thrust three fingers into the meat. He squeezed the trembling, melon-sized breasts and pinched her puffy pink nipples until she cried out in pain.
Maritta hadn't been on a hormone regimen to force milk production since they didn't know they were going to kill her until the last minute; but there was an alternative series of injections that would be used; it was quite painful. Dan pulled a large hypodermic needle out of a drawer and filled it; he pressed the point right into the tip of Maritta's right nipple, sinking the point two inches into her breast meat; he rapidly depressed the plunger, emptying the contents into his naked little sister's breast.
The swelling started before Dan had finished injecting Maritta's left breast; Dan stepped back and waited a few minutes while the naked cheerleader's huge breasts swelled up even larger. She began to whimper as pressure built in her breasts; milk dribbled from her distended nipples. Maritta screamed in agony when Dan kneaded his sister's swollen, tender tits, directing twin streams of milk from them into the jug. Dan managed to extract almost a quart of milk from each of her breasts, before starting the process of cutting up her meat.
Maritta squealed shrilly as Dan plunged a gutting blade into her belly, just a little above her vulva; he cut right through Maritta's belly button, slicing her open all the way to her breastbone, her big breasts joggling as the blade stuck into her sternum. Her guts bulged out through the gash; Maritta was flopping around so wildly, she was gutting herself!
Dan used hose clamps around the naked girl's ankles and wrists to prevent her from bleeding to death too soon while he sawed Maritta's feet and hands off. Dan moved the hose clamp nearly to her shoulders, and cut through her arm meat with a knife, an inch below the clamp; he finished by cutting through the bones with a saw.
Maritta's breasts had swollen up again, so much that milk was squirting up in the air from her skyward-pointing pink nipples. Dan milked the cut-open girl again, leaving her intestines to dangle in loops. Then he opened his pants and let them drop enough to get his erect penis out. It was already dribbling in anticipation of entering Maritta's pretty vagina. He sighed in satisfaction as he slipped himself inside and began to move back and forth. "Hmmmm...no hymen," he said. "You've been a bad girl more than just this time, haven't you, little sister ... errr ... meat?" Dan climaxed explosively in his sister's soft tenderness, and withdrew his penis from her. "Here, lick it off, so I can put it away," he said, moving to Maritta's head. Maritta obediently cleaned her brother's penis with her tongue. "Thanks," she whispered. "At least I'll die with my vagina happy."
"Time to cut up your meat, Maritta," said Dan, softly, and got out his fileting knife.
Maritta's eyes widened in horror as she felt the burn of Dan's butchering blade slashing into her tenderest meat, slicing almost a quarter-inch deep around her vulva and her rectum, leaving a heart-shaped gash. Dan pulled up on her pretty pink lips, showing off the sweetness of her vaginal opening.
He cut the little rosy ring of Maritta's rectum free of her colon, then began cutting his sister's rectum away from her buttocks, slicing generously around the wooden plug. "Got to leave plenty of rectal meat, so there's a good, strong flavor," he said. Then, he cut deep into the meat surrounding her vulva, carving all around her plump, firm steak. Dan sank two fingers into the tortured cheerleader's vagina, and jerked outwards; Maritta let out a horrified shriek as her vulva was pulled out, her sex organs still attached to her quivering meat. Dan reached inside her, pulling her uterus, fallopian tubes and ovaries away from the rest of her guts, and flopped them out on the cutting board for butchering.
Dan carefully cut deeper and deeper into the naked girl's tender buttocks, slicing her rectum free. Dan reached inside his little sister's belly and yanked her plugged rectum through, ripped her intestines out and dumped them into the gut bucket.
After milking her one last time, Dan cut off his sister's breasts, and carefully removed the milk glands from behind with a small hook, setting them aside. He could get as much as $1200 for each of them from certain places in the Orient. He tossed the rest of the meat into the bin. He seized the cut-open girl's hair, yanking her head back, and began sawing at her exposed throat with a serrated knife. Maritta's throat spurted blood as the dying girl felt her brother's knife cut through her arteries; her back arched, as dying spasms tore through her cut-up carcass. She choked as her windpipe was severed; her tortured body suddenly went rigid, as the knife cut into her spinal cord. When Dan cut through the last bit of neck meat he held his sister's severed head up by the hair, so she could see her own naked, gutted carcass convulsing in the butchering rack; then Maritta was just meat.
He impaled the meat's cut-off head on a spike; her mouth was open, and her tongue was hanging out, making it easier to cut out.
Maritta's meat continued to flop and spasm for almost half an hour, especially when the saw began ripping through the meat of her buttocks, splitting her in half. Dan cut the girl into quarters, and hung the dripping chunks of meat from meat hooks; his assistants would move them into the cooler for aging, later. The photgrapher snapped a last few pictures of the dead cheerleader's carcass, still twitching, hanging above the meat bins.
"Perhaps you could get a couple of pictures for me, personally," said Dan. "I want a couple shots of me, cutting off my sister's breasts, and one of me fileting her vulva, too, when you get 'em developed."
A few minutes later, Dan fitted the heat shields onto Tasha's neck, to preserve her head from being cooked by the fire in the roasting pit, keeping her alive while she roasted. He then bent her knees and tied her feet to the spit about two feet from her buttocks. Placing a rod between her knees to keep her legs apart, he finished her preparation for roasting. Tasha's spit was then placed over the roasting pit, with the help of two of the boys from the tour group. An electric motor turned the spit as Dan gave Tasha her initial basting with a cup of liquefied fat, rendered from previously butchered girls.
Molly watched in tears as her lover was set to cooking over the fire. Almost immediately, she started sizzling and browning. Despite the spit, and the restraints keeping her still, it was obvious that Tasha was trying to squirm away from the heat, wriggling in pain on the slowly-turning spit. Dan carefully slid a long pan under Tasha, to collect her gravy as it dripped from her cooking flesh. Then it was Molly's turn to be cooked. Within a few minutes, Molly was helplessly roasting and squirming in agony on a spit alongside Tasha, who was already starting to brown lusciously.
After milking the big 36DD breasts of the Indian girl, Angela, Dan strapped her into the impaling machine, as it was decided that she would now be roasted whole, instead of being cut into parts. "I'm going to impale and cook Angela, here, alive," Dan explained to the cheering tour group. Angela paled and peed profusely, much to the derisive laughter of the group.
After Dan cleaned Angela up, he positioned her on her hands and knees in an automatic spitting device, with the spit up Angela's rectum, and a stabilizing rod up her vagina. He pressed a button, and a blade came up and sliced Angela open from just above her vulva to just below her breasts, to the accompaniment of gurgling screams. Angela's guts came streaming out of her body, helped by a wash of warm water through the hollow stabilizing rod in her vagina. A few quick cuts by Dan removed Angela's guts from their attachments, and all that remained were Angela's internal sex organs, and her heart and lungs, which the tour group could see racing inside her gutted body. "I'm going to leave Angela's internal sex organs to cook with the rest of her," explained Dan. He then ran the spit all the way through Angela's body and out through her mouth before stuffing her with the remainder of the Kay/cornmeal blend, and a few uteruses, including Kim Lee's, Gina's, and Maritta's, then he finished sewing her up.
With the help of a couple of girls from the tour group, Dan set Angela's spit over the fire. One of the girls from the group commented on how Angela's eyes were darting from side to side, and low moaning sounds were escaping from her mouth around the spit.
"Yes, she's still alive and will remain that way while she's cooking. Her breasts, vulva and vagina should be fully cooked before she's done, and her buttocks and legs should be rare, but still sufficiently cooked to be mouth-wateringly hot inside, next to her bones," commented Dan, who then basted Angela with her own milk."She'll feel herself cooking for quite a while. She'll get to feel her breasts harden as they cook, until all the nerves in her breasts become partially cooked and lose sensitivity. She'll also feel her vulva cooking, she'll feel her clit and labia cooking until their nerves overload,too, and she can't feel them anymore. The carving knife will wake them up again, though, and she'll feel herself being carved and be able to watch her body being served and enjoyed by some nice family. It'll be very painful, but she'll make a wonderful family meal."
Angela felt the heat in a blast as she was put over the fire, then a welcome cooling as she was basted with her own milk and that of some of the other girls. Gradually, she felt her nipples, clit, and labia cook and crisp up, along with the sensitive skin on her breasts, inner thighs, and buttocks. Her belly felt full because of the ground girls in it, and the other girls' uteruses inside her, and soon her belly skin started to brown. She felt her breasts start to firm up as they cooked, and her labia and clit lose their suppleness as they to started to get done. Despite the fresh oxygen flowing through the hollow spit into her lungs, the heat on her cooking body soon made it difficult to breathe. She could no longer feel her breasts or her vulva or buttocks with the same sensitivity as she could before she was put on to roast. Much of the pain and agony became moderated as her nerves were desensitized. She felt her breasts only by the weight they exerted on the area where they joined to her ribs, and by the way they moved as she turned on the spit. Initially, they had flopped around like breasts should, but they got firmer and firmer as they roasted, until they felt like solid meaty masses, like bowls of hot oatmeal strapped tightly on her chest.
The smell of her cooking flesh was delicious, and her mouth was watering around the spit as she inhaled her aroma. Her eyes focused on the bodies of Tasha and Molly, spasming as they browned on their spits over the fire-pit facing her. They looked so tasty, Angela thought. Their breasts, too, had hardened and stopped flopping as they turned. She watched as Dan took Tasha off the fire and set her in the display rack to cool and be inspected by the patrons of the plant's restaurant. Tasha's dark, rose-colored nipples leaked steam as she lay in the display rack, customers looking hungrily at her. Her eyes rolled frantically in her head as she watched for some one to buy her and eat her. In a few minutes, Dan took Molly off the fire as well, and carefully set her next to her lover. There was a noticeable stir among the customers as Molly was added to the display of meat and the card describing their crimes and punishments was set in front of them. Molly's big 38DD breasts, with her beautiful big nipples, which were now a much darker rose color after being cooked, steamed temptingly. Tears rolled down Molly's tasty cheeks as she heard the hungry customers discussing how much they wanted to eat her and her lover.
It was only a few minutes later when Angela felt Dan remove her from the fire. She was aware that she was as cooked as she was going to be, and now she was going to be sold and eaten. She was set up in the display rack to cool and be visible to the patrons of the restaurant, her roasted, living body tempting their appetites. Her large nipples leaked steam as they cooled. She heard a buzz of conversation, heard the cash register ring, and felt herself being picked up by her spit and carried to one of the small, insulated vans that delivered cooked meat to private homes.
To her surprise, Tasha and Molly were in the van, their spits in the racks as hers was. The van door slammed and it started up. After driving a short distance, the van stopped and Angela's spit was lifted from the rack and she was carried into a small house. She was taken into a dining room where her spit was set up in a vertical position next to the large, low table where she would be eaten. There were two other low tables, and to her astonishment, the roasted, living bodies of Tasha and Molly were brought in and set up as she was, each next to a table. All three of the tables were covered with white sheets. A youngish couple came in with a teenage blonde girl that must have been their daughter. They removed their clothes and each approached one of the girls. The man turned to them. "We just want to thank you for being our meals," he said. "This is our daughter's eighteenth birthday, and you'll be very special treats for her, and for us." He smiled. "Ordinarily, we eat our meat uncooked, but this being such a special birthday for her, we decided to let our daughter choose the meat for her celebratory dinner, and she chose you, uh," he looked at the tag on her spit, "Angela!"
The girl, smiling, spoke up: "It was your luscious breasts, Angela ... I just had to have them! They looked SO firm and tasty as you were being taken into the plant. We couldn't get to you in time to keep them from cooking you, although we did manage to keep them from butchering you. Then we saw Tasha and Molly looking so yummy, and Mom and Dad said that they looked real tasty to them, so we got you all here for the meat in my coming-of-age celebration. Daddy's going to eat Molly, and Mom really wants Tasha, and I'm going to eat you, so you'll all be digesting in our tummies in a few short hours."
Angela could not believe that this sweet, slender young girl, with her shy smile and laughing eyes, could eat her all by herself, and from what she could see of Tasha's and Molly's faces, she knew they were thinking the same thing about the parents. The woman must have sensed their puzzlement, and she giggled and said, "I'm sorry to be laughing, but you are about to hear and experience something very different from what you are used to. Yes, indeed, each of us is going to eat one of you, whole, and as alive as you are right now. We are just one of many families who carry a number of mutated genes which give us greatly accelerated metabolisms, so we NEED to eat at LEAST one whole person a day, and we also are capable of swallowing whole, living human beings into any opening of our bodies. We can even unhinge our jaws to swallow you into our mouths, if we wish, but we much prefer to eat our meals into our genitals or rectums. It gets so hard to breathe when someone is in your throat. Usually we only eat small children into our mouths ... they're quick to eat and swallow, and they aren't big enough to obstruct our breathing, at least, not for long."
The father chimed in, "We really prefer to eat raw, active and alive people, since their ability to feel us eating them is so much greater, and they squirm and wiggle so tastily as they are eaten, and writhe so satisfyingly as we digest them. Your being roasted is rather too bad, since it partially destroys your nervous systems and makes it hard for you to feel anything, or to move. Luckily for you, though, the authorities were so intent on punishing you and ensuring that you would feel lots of pain, that you were roasted rather rare, which left much of your nervous systems intact, and your ability to move is almost unimpaired...of course, moving is a little painful for you, since your skins are quite nicely browned up, and starting to crisp."
Laughing, the girl said, "There they go, once a schoolteacher, always a schoolteacher...my folks can't resist lecturing, even at a time like this, while our dinners are getting cold!" To her father she said, "C'mon, Daddy, let's get these girls off their spits and onto the tables where we can eat them. My vagina is positively dripping, as I'm sure you would have noticed if you had paid more attention to the birthday girl than to your dinner."
"OK, Honey, help me get Tasha down first, so your Mom can start her. Do you want her headfirst or feet first, dear?"
"Oh, gosh, I hadn't really thought about it...I guess she's a real feet first meal...yes, yes, feet first."
The girl and her Dad picked up Tasha by her spit and turned her so she would lie on the table with her feet towards the center. They carefully laid her down ... "Face up, dear?" asked the father. "Oh, yes, you silly! Just look how scrumptious those breasts look, sticking up like that!" the mother laughed ... face up, and carefully worked the spit out of her rectum. "Be careful, she's roasted, and easily damaged," said Dad. "I know, Dad, I know," came the reply. "Get hold of her buttocks, now, I'm going to pull the spit out." "OK, Sweetie, I've got 'em...now pull easy; we don't want to hurt her...Oh, my dear, you're going to really enjoy her, these buttocks are absolutely superb."
"Oh, good, I'm so glad! I love a nice plump, round fanny!"
"Juicy, too. I'm getting it all over my hands and arms."
"You must allow me to make amends by licking it off..." said his wife.
"Oh, Mom and Dad, stop getting all mushy," giggled the girl as she extracted the spit from Tasha's rectum. "I swear, the sight of a naked dinner just gets you two going! There'll be plenty of time for sexy stuff after these young ladies are in our bellies."
Her father let go of Tasha's buttocks and helped arrange her on the table into a comfortable position. She looked luscious lying there, ready to eat. "Yes, and for all your false prudery, you always seem to find your way into the middle of the group," he said. "You always manage to get at least one big load from me, and I swear you can make your Mom squirt better than I can." To Tasha, he said "Be careful, dear, you've been roasted, so you're not very sturdy. Just let your throat and mouth relax for a while and you should be able to talk. I don't think your vocal cords are damaged. My wife is in the bathroom, washing her genitals. She'll be out soon, to take you into her vagina. Oh, don't be afraid! We've taken you away from a terrible fate of being cut up and eaten in little pieces."
"It's only natural for her to be scared, Dad. She's never seen anyone like us, and she's used to that horror show at the plant. I hope it's soon that our genotype becomes the majority, and we can do away with all that cruelty for cruelty's sake. Come on, let's get Molly down and off her spit...do you want her feet first, too? As if I didn't know," she said, grinning, in an aside to Molly.
They picked up Molly and placed her on the table similarly to Tasha, who was beginning to relax. As they began working the spit loose, the father said to Molly, quietly, "She insists that I always eat girls feet first."
"Well, he does," said his daughter. "And he always groans and moans like he's never had an orgasm before as he eats the girls' breasts and tastes 'em, jerking and coming like there's no tomorrow." To her Dad: "Hold her tight, now, I'm ready to pull it out."
"OK," said her father, and to Molly, "I like vulva, too, you know. Especially pretty ones like yours, so round and plump. You can't just go by what she says."
Molly gasped as the spit was withdrawn, relaxing into a more natural pose. "Gosh, look at her rectum, Dad. It's really spread open! You're going to love it! All that pretty tender meat inside it, too. Yum!"
A feeble voice from across the room: "You always did love having your rectum spread, Moll!" Tasha was regaining her ability to speak.
The remark called forth a burst of laughter which greeted the mother as she emerged from the bathroom. "Well, I guess I've missed another joke," she said. "Why does everybody wait to say something funny until I go into the bathroom? If I were of a suspicious turn of mind...Oh, Tasha, you look delicious! I'm going to get up and start eating you now!" She climbed onto the bed in order to eat Tasha. Tasha began to whimper. "Oh, don't cry, Tasha, dear! It's all perfectly natural, and besides, it's the best thing that could possibly happen to you now, after you've been roasted. You're roasted, a criminal, and condemned to be eaten. This is by far the best thing, and besides, most girls seem to like being eaten, at least by us." She sat down on the bed facing Tasha, her legs spread apart around Tasha's feet.
Tasha, quietly sobbed, "I'm sorry, but it's going to hurt so much when you eat me, I just can't help it."
"I really don't think it hurts, dear...I've eaten so many people that I've lost count, but none of them have ever acted like it hurt. Come, come, try to relax, Tasha, and you'll be a lovely meal." The woman began stroking and rubbing Tasha's feet and lower legs soothingly, inching her vulva toward them.
"Come on, Dad! You guys are going to start your girls and I'm going to be taking luscious Angela down and unspitting her all by myself! Damn it, give me a hand! After all, I'm the birthday girl, and I'm probably the hungriest! I've been eating lightly for days in anticipation of this."
Her father, chuckling, came over to help. "Eating lightly, eh?" he said. "You sure tucked that boy away in a hurry last night for someone who was eating lightly!"
"Well, I have been eating lightly! He wasn't very big, and I really didn't rush through him. And don't forget, I spent a long time preparing him. When I started, he was really scared to be eaten, and wouldn't stop crying and trying to get away. It took me a long time to get him to the point of wanting me to eat him. When I finally took his head into my vagina, he could hardly wait for me to digest him. And he was so sweet! When I had swallowed him in to his belly, he moved his arms enough that he could pull his penis up onto his belly, so I could eat it along with his belly! He had a nice, juicy erection by then, and it was delicious! Then, as I finished his penis, he lifted his testicles, one in each hand, out of the space between his thighs, so I could taste them completely as I ate him. Ohhh, they were yummy! I took plenty of time to savor them, those luscious testicles...they were really good! Big, too! I can almost taste them now. Ummmm ... delicious! And I took extra pains to digest him slowly and really enjoy him: he lasted all evening, squirming lusciously in my stomach ... I saved his final digestion all night while I slept with him in my tummy. I finished digesting him as I was taking my shower before breakfast, so there! Ooooh, boy, I still haven't gotten over those testicles!"
Angela felt herself being lifted and laid on the table in a similar fashion to the other two girls, and her spit was loosened and withdrawn. Her limbs were straightened out. Leslie was on hands and knees over her after removing the spit. She heard a smacking kiss as the girl's father kissed his daughter's vaginal lips. "Happy Birthday, Sweetie. Enjoy your dinner, and we'll talk after."
"Hmmph! 'Talk,' indeed! You just want to get me into a threesome with you and Mom." Then, grinning, "Thanks, Dad! So, so much. I'm sure she'll be everything I want. God, she looks and smells delicious!" She lay down next to Angela and caressed her body eagerly. "Hi, Angela, I'm eighteen years old today. I know you know that, but I just can't get over it! And I'm going to eat you for my dinner! Oooh, your body is soooo luscious! I'll try to eat you slowly enough so that you know you're being enjoyed, but you're awfully tempting, and I'll probably have a hard time restraining myself. It's even hard for me to stop stroking you and begin eating!" She shifted to a sitting position with her legs on either side of Angela's feet. "Oh, my! Oh, you poor dear! Your toes are roasted to death! You can't feel anything in them, can you?" Angela tried to speak, but all she could manage was a gasp. She shook her head "No." "Well, if you don't mind, I'll just bite off your toes and crunch them up; I really like that, and if you can't feel them, it won't hurt you."
Angela nodded her head, a tear running down her cheek, and managed a breathy " 'kay." "Oh, good!" and wasting no more time she lifted Angela's foot to her mouth and bit off a few of Angela's small, curled, crisp toes. There was a loud crunching sound as she chewed the toes into little bits and swallowed. "Mmmmm! Good!" and she bit off the rest of the toes on that foot. More crunching and swallowing as she set the toeless foot back down and picked up the other foot. This foot was de-toed in a like manner, and she was setting the foot back down when she saw that Angela was sobbing.
"Oh, no! Angela, what's the matter? Did I hurt you?"
"No, no. It's just... Oh, I don't know...I feel so frightened, and sad, and, and,...Oh, I can't tell..."
"It's going to be all right, Angela. Really! Oh, you'll see..." and she rose to her hands and knees over Angela and began kissing her all over, caressing and comforting, murmuring gently. "Oh, my dear, you've been through a real nightmare experience today, haven't you? Hmmm? But it's all over, now...nothing bad can happen to you now, you're here, you're safe, and soon I'll take you into my tummy, and love you, and digest you. You can just relax and enjoy being my dinner; you'll love it, and I'll put you deep and safe in my belly so nothing can hurt you, dear, nothing."
Angela's sobs diminished as Leslie's kisses and soft words had their effect on her, and she began to relax into a more accepting frame of mind. Leslie reseated herself with her legs on either side of Angela's legs and began inching her vulva closer to the toeless feet. When she got close enough, she spread her vulva open, with Angela's feet just between her outer labia. "See how my inner labia are engorged and ready for you, Angela!" Angela looked, fascinated, as Leslie's eager red, almost purple, labia, protruding out between the thick outer labia, separated to grasp her feet between them.
A loud gasp, followed by a sigh of pure pleasure suddenly interrupted Leslie's ingestion of Angela. Leslie and Angela turned to the source of the sound. Mom had placed Tasha on her own thighs and drawn her feet up so that Tasha's delicate roasted body was effectively "on rails", ready to slide down Mom's thighs to her vagina and be eaten. Mom had taken Tasha's feet into her vagina and was tasting and caressing them with her vulva and inner labia as her warm, wet vagina swallowed them inward. Mom and Tasha both were sighing with pleasure and Tasha was moving her feet sensuously in Mom's vagina as Mom ate her.
Angela looked back at Leslie, then down to Leslie's ready vagina. She inched her toeless feet closer, to touch, and go between, Leslie's labia, which rippled sensuously around the meat of Angela's feet, tasting them, as the thick, muscular outer labia grasped her and drew her inward. Leslie's clit had engorged and grown long and mobile, and was moving restlessly over Angela's feet, tasting and probing. Another gulp, as Leslie's vulva reached out and grasped more of Angela's feet and drew them in.
"Oh, my god!" said Angela. "Oh, my god! You weren't kidding! Oh, my god! You're eating me! But it feels so...so...good! Oh! So good!" The only answer was "Aaaaahhhhhhh...!" as Leslie, her eyes shut in ecstasy, began to eat Angela.
Another pair of groans and sighs, from the other side this time, drew Angela and Leslie's attention. They looked to see that Dad had taken Molly's feet into his penis, which had stretched and erected to eat her. She was lying next to him and they were facing each other. His glans was stretched around her knees, with her calves extending through his penis' shaft and into his scrotum, where his testicles could be seen moving all over her meat. He was holding her tenderly to him, kissing and licking her vulva, and stroking her buttocks and thighs as she wriggled her feet and calves in him. His penis could be seen to be actively swallowing her as his glans crept up around her knees.
"Oh, god!" said Angela. "oh, god! Eat some more of me! Oh...Oh...I've never felt anything like this! Please, keep eating! Eat me!" Angela squirmed in Leslie's vagina as she was caressed inward by Leslie's vulva and labia, into Leslie's vagina proper and upward into Leslie's belly. As Angela moved her feet in Leslie's vagina, Leslie leaned far forward onto Angela's body, rubbing her breasts on Angela's plump thighs and kissing and licking Angela's vulva and roasted clit. Angela moaned as Leslie's tongue penetrated between her plump labia and tasted her vaginal vestibule. Angela's labia were only lightly cooked, with the very edges just slightly crispy. Leslie's tongue moved in and out, tasting her dinner's vulva and vagina, anticipating eating them. "Mmmmmmm....." Leslie moved her head up, pulling her tongue out of the meaty vulva. "Sooooo juicy! Mmmmmm!" and she began playfully licking and nibbling at Angela's tasty, erect clit as Angela's vagina began to spasm in an orgasm, luscious juices dribbling, nay, flowing, from between her labia to be licked up by Leslie's tongue. She climaxed violently, squirting vaginal juices powerfully into Leslie's mouth. "Mmmmm...! Thanks, dear! Oh, you're working out sooo nicely! So tasty and juicy!"
Leslie licked one more explosive orgasm from Angela's vulva meat, Angela gasping and moaning, her juicy plump hips heaving and rolling as Leslie stimulated her dinner with her tongue and lips. Then Leslie kissed Angela on her engorged inner labia, preparing to sit back up and resume eating her, when she was startled by a kiss in return from Angela's labia.
"Mom! Mom!"
Mom, who was sighing with pleasure as she enjoyed Tasha's fleshy calves, replied, slowly, "Yes, dear; what is it? Oooooohhhh, so good! Oh, Tasha love, these are such a delight! Yes, Les?"
"Mom, Angela's vagina just kissed me back!"
Mom raised her head to look at her daughter and her daughter's dinner. "Huh? What? How?"
"Just like you do, Mom...she pursed her labia and gave me a big smack on the mouth! I was just giving her vulva meat a goodbye kiss, you know, until I eat it, and it kissed me back! I swear, I would have thought it was you, or some other person with our genotype."
"If that isn't just like you...to be so loving to your dinner as you eat her! Your Dad and I are so proud of how we taught you to be! I was pretty sure you were giving that boy you ate last night an extra-loving trip into your belly. In fact, look at your Dad, right now..."
Leslie and Angela, and even Tasha, who was practically out of her mind with excitement and pleasure in Mom's vagina, turned to see Dad, who was eating Molly's thighs into his penis. His glans was about halfway up her plump thigh-meat, and her calves and feet were being tasted and caressed in his scrotum, which had stretched to accomodate her, by his constantly-moving testicles . He was clasping her around her waist, holding her to him, and she had bent over to kiss his upturned face between her big, juicy breasts. Their tongues were moving in and out of each other's mouths, their eyes closed in passion as the delicious roasted girl planted kiss after kiss on the lips of the man who was eating her. Mom said, "See what I mean? He's so loving to her as he eats her, that she's practically ready to marry him. If she wasn't roasted and his dinner, I might have to watch out! Imagine losing one's husband to meat! Anyway, back to this kiss that Angela's labia gave you...you're sure it was her labia kissing you, and not just some twitch your lips gave them?"
"Absolutely, Mom! She gave me a big wet kiss on the lips! Just like we do."
"Well, there's nothing we can do about it now; she's gutted and roasted, and that's pretty final stuff. She's dying now, in fact, and so are these other two poor girls. It's just their good luck that they got bought by us, so we could get them eaten and digested before they died. At least they'll have that pleasure. And so will we," she said, glancing at Tasha, who was waiting impatiently for Mom to eat more of her. Mom stroked her calves with her inner and outer labia, and Tasha closed her eyes, smiling in pleasure. "We have their family records, and after our bellies have had their way with them, we'll look up Angela's parents and see whether they are some sort of long-lost relatives. This mutation may be cropping up spontaneously in the general population, which would account for us not knowing about it." To Angela, she said, "Have you ever heard anything about a relative who could eat a whole person like we're eating you, or anything out of the ordinary like that?"
"No, Mrs. uh..."
"Oh, just call me 'Mom,'" laughed Mom. "You're not my daughter yet, but you're certainly going to be part of my daughter after she digests you, so 'you' will be calling me 'Mom,' anyway."
"Oh, Mom, thanks! I can hardly wait to be part of Leslie! But she has to eat me and digest me, first, and that's just as exciting! I'm leaking juices from every opening of my meat, I'm so excited by her eating me!" said Angela.
"Welcome to the family, dear!" said Mom (she always seemed to know what to say.). "We generally get involved in a threesome as we digest the folks in our bellies, and you'll love that! It will help ease the agony of being digested. But what about any stories about relatives who had odd abilities?"
"Nothing like that," said Angela. "I think I must be the first...I could always do this...I used to kiss my boyfriend's penis with my labia before he entered me, and afterward, when he was worn out...he loved it! That's what got us in trouble...He's probably butchered by now, and on peoples' tables."