my other boobs nipple and I took the grill by the handle and tugged a bit. Not enough to make it come off, just to give me any other sensation that wasn't just burning.

Alice really did a good job. I came. Right in the middle of being grilled I came. My legs trembled, my breath went in short, quick bursts, my fingers tingled, and my left breast was being roasted in a grill.

I was still coming down from the climax, when the sensation became a bit odd. My breast had gotten number and number, thankfully, I barely felt most of my boob anymore. But I did feel a increasing pressure, like a swelling. And then suddenly there was a popping sound, and the pressure suddenly went away. It hissed, and more steam was rising, followed by a flame out of the grill.

"Holy shit, take it off Lydia. It's too much, you're burning it." Gerry shouted.

I was still puzzled what that weird sensation had been. Something had popped. But the flame was definitely not good. I wanted to roast my boob for my friends. The thought of having waisted my breast meat by burning it... I pushed the handle and tried to peel it apart.

"Let me help!" Martin announced and took the handle, twisted it, opened the grill and yanked it free. It hissed and sizzled as it fell to the grass. There was oil in the charcoal, but the flame stopped after a few seconds.

Everyone stared at my boob. Me too.

It was charred. Pitch black stripes ran over it. It had been squeezed flat and staid that way, but along the edge it had split and burst open like a sausage on the grill. Steam was rising from it, and it smelled like slightly overdone bbq meat.

Gerry went to me and held it up a bit.

"A bit overdone, but this will do. How... how does it feel?" he asked me.
I reached and touched my own grilled chest meat. "Ouch.... its hot!" I explained and shook my fingers. Like a sausage fresh from the grill. Touching it, I felt something move on my chest, but I had no more sensation in it. Only further back, I felt the stinging pain from having been burnt.

I felt the underside and got black fingers. The bottom was burnt more, charred. I scratched and a flake bit of black charring flaked away. I winced. This wasn't perfectly done, it was definitely over.

"I can barely feel anything anymore." I told them. "I didn't overdo it did I? It can still be eaten?" I asked hopefully.

"Sure, no problem." Gerry said. "It's just a bit charred on the bottom. Most of it is fine. Tom, can you bring me a plate and that knife? Or better that cutting board over there.

I guess it would have been neat, to eat it directly of my chest, but with 8 people that was not really practical. Being served like that was also kinda neat though.

"Where should I cut? Here?" Gerry asked me. He put the knife relatively far outwards where my meat was definitely cooked. I couldn't even feel the touch.

I shook my head. Having cooked meat left on me was probably a bad idea. I wanted this to heal without complications. Together we found a spot where I had some sensation but I hoped it wouldn't be too bad.

Then he sliced through. I wasn't prepared for the sensation at all. I was expecting only pain, but this was feeling oddly... satisfying. I must have moaned, as everyone looked at me.

I giggled and made a step back, looked at the roasted, somewhat flattened breast on the cutting board, then down at my chest. The wound was oval in shape, and pinkish. There was some blood but not much. I wondered if I should bandage it or if that could wait.

But then I turned my attention to the piece of roasted meat on the board.

"Who wants some?" gerry asked.

"I do, too." I told him. It was the least, if I sacrificed my breast, I wanted to at least taste it.

"You get one of the best pieces then." He promised.

He cut it into eight slices. Obviously the two outer ones were a bit smaller. The inner ones he had made thinner. The two innermost slices had half of my nipple each, and he gave me one of them.

With a pounding heart, I tried.

"Mhmmm. Crunchy!" Alice summarized my thoughts. She had eaten the other centerpiece.

The bottom was indeed a bit burnt and bitter, but overall, I liked my flavour. I tried to make it last and ate in small bites, savouring the once in a lifetime taste.

I looked down at my second breast. It was red brown from the massage it had received earlier, and basically ready for roasting. Then I noticed the hungry gazes of some of the boys on it. They had already finished their pieces and looked hungry.

I covered my breast and glared at them. They grinned. "You're not getting both my titties at once. This one is for later! It's a delicacy, not against hunger."

Steve agreed with me. "She's right. If we are all that hungry, we need to eat something with a bit more substance. An arm, or a leg, or something.

At the mentioning of "more substance" everyone had been already looking at Mina.

"Me?" she asked fearful, but I could tell that this was exciting her. I nodded. I felt like I had the authority, since I had gone first.

She looked down at her legs, blushing, then grabbed her right thigh with both hands.

"Do you think this is enough meat for everyone for today?"

Steve put an arm around her. "You don't have to if you don't want to." He said.

She bit her lips, then shook her head. "No, its fair. If Lydia can do it, so can I."

Something seemed to bother her though. "I... I don't think I can stand the pain of roasting. Could you cut it off first?" she asked.

Everyone looked at Gerry. He lifted his hands. "Hey, I'm a butcher, not a doctor. Are you sure you want to have me make a leg amputation?"

He stepped up to Mina, wanting to make sure.

"I guess... at least you know anatomy, right?" she asked meekly.

He was obviously unsure about that. "What if I do it wrong and you die?"

Mina smiled. "Then I'm going to be really pisse at you because I didn't get to taste any of me, and you have a lot more of me to eat." She stated matter of factly. "And no more milk." she added. "So better don't kill me. Right Steve? He can do that." She asked her boyfriend.

Steve gulped. Looked between Mina and Gerry. "I can help you. How... how about you lay down on the table over there and I go get some painkillers. We're not in the middle ages after all.

Minda ate some painkillers, but I doubted the dose she had taken would have too much of an effect. If at all it'd be a bit numbed. Then she and Steve went 'behind the bushes'. Apparently he wanted to have one last proper romp before we started eating her. Fair enough. I took a pill, too since my breast was throbbing and stinging. Then I went and got some bandages wrapped around me. It felt better that way. I looked like an Amazon now, with one breast missing and flat. I licked some of the bbq marinade from my other nipple, teasing myself.

Eventually Mina and Gerry came back, arm in arm. She was lactating so much, drops of milk were oozing from her chest. He helped her on the table, then they bound a belt really tight around her upper thigh, just where it met the hip. Mina flexed her toes, giggling. I could imagine how she tried to anticipate how it would feel if she coudn't feel them anymore because they weren't there. Kinda a hot idea, I could get into that.

"Ready?" Gerry asked. He stood next to the table, basically between her legs, since she had her other leg dangling of the side, so it wasn't in the way.
He had brought a really big cleaver. Mina nodded, squirming a bit, but she held her leg still. Gerry placed his hand on her thigh, a bit above the knee.

"I always wanted to butcher a woman. In case this goes wrong, thank you so much." He told Mina.

"Don't worry, it won't go wrong. Just cut my leg off already. I think me toes are falling asleep with that belt on." She said and wriggled them, eyeing the cleaver with anticipation.

"OK, let's do this." He said and lifted the knife high above his head.

Mina squirmed a bit, and her chest was heaving in fearful excitement.

*Chop!*

Mina moaned. She lifted her leg, but only a short stump moved. The rest of her leg was still on the table.

"Oh wow.... Oh my god.... Oh my...." she moaned and sat up, staring at her leg stump. Then at her leg. The cleaver was stuck in the cutting board, Gerry had overdone it a bit. Behind it, her leg was undisturbed and motionless, until Mina picked it up and turned it in her hands.
"Oh wow... it's so heavy."

Blood was dripping out of the severed leg. The thigh bone was visible right in the center of her cut thigh, then a ring of red muscle, and then a white layer under her skin.

She probed it with a finger, then turned it around and took one of her toes between her fingers. The ones she had just wriggled.

"It's so hard to believe that this is mine. I can't feel a thing..." she said and held the leg against her stump, the way it had been a second ago. Of course that didn't reattach it, but she seemed to enjoy it. Holding it there, then taking it off again.

"So now we grill it?" She asked eagerly.

Gerry shook his head. "Now we need to sew the stump, or you bleed out like a pig the moment that belt gets loose" he said. "Lay back down, and I'm going to treat it, and then we hope it holds."

I was absentmindedly stroking my clit. This was so hot. Already worth loosing a breast for.

A few minutes later, Gerry had somehow sewn her blood vessels. He then picked up a pan that had been sitting on the grill empty for a while and told her to hold her stump straight up.

It hissed a lot, and Mina screamed, as he pressed the pan down over the stump. "There, that should have cauterized the rest."

"It hurts..." Mina complained.

Gerry ignored that and reached for the belt.

"OK, let's see. If it bleeds too much, the belt has to stay on." he said and carefully loosened it.

Mina moaned. A few drops of blood dripped from her stump, but then it stopped.

Steve was already there with bandages and started wrapping them around her wound. They soaked through red pretty quickly, but it was only to protect the wound a bit.

"Can you stand up?" Steve asked his girlfriend and helped her up.

"This is so weird..." she said, moving her stump as she was hopping on one leg. She reached for her other, on the table and brought it over to the grill.

Gerry put the roast a bit higher away from the charcoal, so the leg could roast slowly. We watched it, having our mouths water.

I felt Martin's strong hand on my shoulder.

"What do you say Lyra, wanna have some fun before we eat?"

How could I say no. Soon later, we were behind some bushes on the ground, and he was on me, and his dick in me. My chest throbbed a bit, but he made up for it by playing with my other, licking the remaining sauce from my nipple. The skin kept its darker colour though, apparently the marinade had really soaked in.

We were both close, when he suddenly asked me.

"When Alice was eating you out earlier, It got me thinking..."

"Oooh...." I answered, hoping he wouldn't stop.

"Would you let me eat your pussy? Right there, between your legs? I kinda wanna sink my teeth right into your cunt and chew and gulp, while you come."

I came. Oh fuck that thought, right during sex, made me come hard. He came too and squirted into me. We weren't using a condom, but if we did what he had just suggested, that barely mattered.

Once I had caught my breath I had to ask. "How do you want my pussy? Raw? Medium or Well done?"

He grinned. "Medium rare. I don't want raw meat, but I still want you to feel it all."

"Won't the others be disappointed though, that you get all of my best part?" I wondered, feeling a bit guilty about this idea.

He smirked. "We can do it in front of them. I'm sure they like to watch. And if they want some, there's two more pussies to be had."

"So my pussy is going to be your desert." I said lightheaded. I could feel his cum ooze out of me, past his cock which was slowly deflating. I squeezed my pussy a bit, teasing him.

"You could give it another cream filling, just before I cook it. How's that?" I suggested.

He grinned. "Why just me? It's gonna be the last time you have sex, you should get everyone involved"

Oh fuck that was a hot idea.They'd all fill me up, and then ... sizzle!!! I'd roast my well marinated cunt for the most sexy of them! Totally worth it! That's at least what I thought that moment. Martin was so fucking hot, I think he could have asked me anything.

We came back, I was literally dripping his cum from my cunt, and Mina was at the grill drooling over her own leg, which Gerry was inspecting from time to time.

"OK, we can eat!" He finally proclaimed. Mina would have loved to carry her own leg to the table, but she could only hop, leaned against Steve, so Gerry brought the meat. She got to choose and wanted her foot. Her entire foot.

Everyone else got neat slices of meat. There was plenty for all eight of us. We really gorged on Mina's leg, commenting her on how good it was. She blushed every time, while she was slurping and gnawing on her own toes. I had the suspicion she had a bit of a foot fetish. Occasionally she gave her foot over to Steve, who gave it a lick and took a bite, then gave it back. He had hardly touched his own piece. Eventually Tom asked him if he could have some of it, he had already finished with his share of Mina-calve.

It was kinda fascinating to see the remains. Gerry collected all the bones and put them down in an arrangement, similar to what they had been before. Mina burped. "Scuse me..." and held her belly, wriggling her stump.

I exchanged a glance with Martin, if we should announce our desert plans. But Alice stole our show.

"I have an announcement to make." she said, standing up.

"You all know what we are here for. You have the fantasy of eating some tasty girl meat. But... there's a part I haven't told you yet. Although you might have guessed a little bit..."

She made a pause, blushing, running her hands over her body. "I want you to eat all of me. Everything. I want to cook for you, whole. We just... weren't decided which way. You all saw that giant pot, so one option is a tasty Alice stew. Another idea we had is a full body roast, maybe on a spit. Or... I could let Gerry butcher me, and prepare my meat in the best possible way, and then roast me on the grill. Or... well, that's the three options we could come up with, but there's probably other ideas, too. Thing is, I want you guys to eat all of me. And... if possible, I'd like to last as long as possible, so I can enjoy myself cooking for you. That'd be ultra hot. But I'll go with whatever you decide, as long as
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