Pt 4

Eventually, Karl realised that his guest would start to arrive soon and he and Becky really had to draw their fun to an end. As he soaped up her smooth young body and scrubbed her clean, however, he could not help but slip a finger inside her warm, moist opening, stimulating her gently while he cleaned her. The combination of this and knowing that he was preparing his beautiful young daughter to cook kept Karl incredibly aroused and he was still hard as a rock when the pair left the shower to dry off.

Once they were both dry, Karl shaved and combed his hair before they both went to his bedroom. Becky sat on the bed, drying her dirty-blonde locks with the hair-dryer she had retrieved from her own room while her dad picked out his outfit, settling on a fairly new red shirt that Becky had given him for Christmas and a what he considered to be his “good jeans”. Instead of trainers he put on his work shoes and the over-all effect was of a relaxed smartness – not over-dressed for a barbecue in his own back garden but at least looking like he had made an effort.

“Looking good, Daddy!” Becky smiled up at him when he turned to face her, seeking her approval.

“Thanks! But not as good as you!” He grinned at his daughter who had, of course, remained completely naked. “That outfit really suits you!”

“It does rather, doesn’t it?” giggled Becky. “I’m very glad you like it!”

“Oh I do!” Karl sat beside her and tickled her like he had done since she was tiny, provoking the same hysterical giggles he had always found so charming and endearing. As excited as he was for his Birthday meal, there was no doubt that he was going to miss his little girl. “I like it a lot!”

A few minutes later, they both lay giggling and panting for breath on the bed in the innocent way they had so many times before. Looking over at his daughter, Karl wondered how his life might have been different if she has shown him the side of herself she had shown that day a year or so earlier rather than on the last day of her life. Watching her flat chest rise and fall with her breaths he felt the arousal grow once more and realised that they should get down to the garden before all the good work of the shower was undone.

“Come on!” He stroked her affectionately on the belly. “Let’s get downstairs!”

There was not a lot left to do once they emerged onto the patio but their timing was good as the guests, a mixture of old friends, work colleagues and drinking buddies of Karl’s started to arrive. There was much hand-shaking, matey hugging and congratulations on his birthday but there was no doubt that it was Becky who was the centre of attention – everyone gathered round the naked little girl, admiring and complimenting her body and chatting about which parts of her looked the tastiest!

Some had never eaten girl-meat before and so were looking forward to discovering how it tasted while others had prior experience and were even more excited because they knew full well that it was the most delicious meat of all the kinds there are!

With the help of his friend Pete, Karl filled the charcoal trough below the spit, sprayed on the lighter fluid and set light to the pile. The flames leapt upwards and danced for a few minutes before beginning to die down. Karl knew from experience that it was only when the flames were gone and the coals were grey that they would be ready to cook over.

Fairly soon, however, Becky ran up to her dad gleefully, pointing out that the coals were ready and it was time to get her on to cook.

“Don’t forget what you promised!” She grinned at him, “Gut me first, before you stick the spit in my pussy! But do it quick afterwards so I’m still alive! I wanna know what cooking feels like!”

“I remember, don’t worry!” Karl chuckled, stroking her hair. “Oh.” A thought occurred to him. “What are we going to do about your hair? If we leave it hanging lose like this it will burn and really stink, might even ruin the flavour of your meat!”

“Don’t worry, I thought of that!” The excited meat-girl grinned. She reached down to her ankle and pulled off a single black hair-band that she had been wearing around it, unnoticed by her father.

“I should have known you’d have had it all worked out!” He chuckled as she deftly put her hair up into a messy bun to keep it out the flames.

“When I’m dead you can cut it off it you want.” She suggested with a shrug, “If that makes it easier. But I want to die pretty!”

“Even if you were bald as a coot you’d still be the prettiest girl I know!” Karl gave his daughter an affectionate kiss on the forehead and was surprised to see her blush just a little. After all the fun they had been having that day, could she really have been in any doubt how attractive he found her?

“Come on, Daddy!” Becky grinned happily, bouncing on the spot. “Let’s get this done! Where do you want to do the gutting?” Karl looked around the patio, trying to work out the best option. His friends were gathering to watch, having realised that something exciting was about to happen.

“How about if you stand by the table over there?” He pointed to the metal patio table. “Lean forward holding onto it and we’ll stick the tray underneath you, then I can stand behind you and cut your belly open. That way, if you pass out or start to fall, I can hold onto you. Then assuming you can still stand, you’d be in the right position for spitting!”

“Sounds good to me!” Becky grinned, skipping cheerfully over to the table. Karl collected the gutting tray and the box of knives and other tools. As Becky leaned forward, sticking out her bottom and wiggling it provocatively, much to the delight of the watching guests, he positioned the shallow tray underneath her and set the box on the table before opening it and selecting the long filleting knife.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he spoke softly as he stood behind her, gently stroking her hair, not entirely able to believe what he was about to do. He had come to terms with the idea of cooking and eating his daughter as a theoretical thing that would happen some time in the near future, but here was was with a knife in his hand, about to stick it in her belly and cut her open like a fish. Could he really do it?

“Uh-huh!” She replied, breathily. “I love you, Daddy!”

“I love you too, pumpkin.” He took a deep breath.

“Oh come on!” Karl’s friend Jack called, sipping his beer. Karl looked up a little annoyed, thinking his friend was trying to rush this intense and peculiarly intimate moment. But Jack was grinning broadly. “At least give the girl a fuck before you gut her! Only fair!”

“Yeah, Daddy!” Becky giggled, turning her head to look up at him with an impish grin. “You wouldn’t want me to die a virgin, would you?”

“But I…” Karl stammered, unsure what to say.

“Come on! Do it! Give her a good seeing to!” The various party guests encouraged him.

“Better do what they say, Daddy!” Becky teased. “I guess it’s kinda tradition after all?”

“Right here?” Karl looked uncertain, “In front of everyone?”

“Yeah, why not?” His daughter beamed. “Give them a good show! They don’t need to know what we’ve been doing all morning!” She added in a whisper so only he could hear, followed by a cheeky wink.

“Well, I guess, if it’s a tradition!” Karl laughed, setting the knife down and unbuckling his belt. “Plus I wouldn’t want you to die without knowing what sex feels like!” He teased. “I owe you that much at least!”

Feeling a little self-conscious in front of his cheering friends, Karl dropped his jeans as far as his knees but kept his underpants on, pulling them down just far enough to unleash his member which, of course, was hard and eager, if a little sore! Holding his daughter’s narrow hips, he rammed into her from behind, causing her to gasp in delight. If anyone noticed that she seemed to take him a little too easily for her first time, they made no comment, preferring instead to simply continue shouting encouragement as their friend roughly pounded his daughter’s cute little pussy.

Although he was fairly sure he had no semen left inside him after that day’s activity, Karl could still feel the euphoria as the by now red raw shaft of his manhood slid in and out of his daughter’s welcoming hole, faster and harder with every thrust. When he felt her begin to tighten and her muscles tense, showing that she was close to her climax, he picked up the knife once more.

“I love you!” He whispered as she shoved the point of the knife into her soft belly and pushed it in deeply. Her scream of pain mixed with her scream of orgasm so that even Becky herself was not sure which provoked it more strongly. Pressing himself deep inside her with one arm around her chest, Karl tugged the knife downwards, slitting the pretty little girl down to a few inches below her naval. Pulling the knife out, he watched in fascinated horror as her intestines and some other bloody organs he couldn’t immediately identify spilled out onto the waiting tray. There was a cheer from the watchers as Karl gently slid out of his sobbing daughter and pulled up his jeans, deciding he could worry about the mess he would leave in his pants later.

“Can you stand?” He asked gently and Becky nodded, reaching up with one hand to wipe away her tears. They had come from the shock as much as anything and already the pain was fading, or perhaps she was getting used to it. She wasn’t sure, but either way it meant that things were not so bad. Letting go, Karl knelt down, trying to avoid getting the splashed blood on his good jeans, reached up inside his daughter’s warm body-cavity and severed her small intestine, allowing the mess below her to come totally lose and fall away.

“Well done.” He stood up and stroked her back the way he would when she was sick, feeling her shivering as her body went into shock from her evisceration. “Not much longer to go now, it will all be over soon.” He kissed her gently on the cheek. “Now, let’s get you on that spit and over the coals!”