When they came back out into the garden, Cindy still in her birthday suit, her dad was kneeling down next to the trough under the spit, poking at the coals as orange and blue flames danced across them. Cindy had always found it strange that when barbecue coals seemed to be actually burning, they weren’t hot enough to cook over and you had to wait until they looked as if they had gone out! Her dad stood up, turned and smiled when he saw them there.

“Ah!” he grinned. “I see our meat delivery has arrived!”

“Yup!” Cindy gave him a twirl. “Fresh and delicious!” She looked over at the shiny metal table-like structure. “So is that the spitting table?” she asked. “I know it’s not time to spit me yet but can you show me how it works?”

“You two have fun!” Cindy’s mum smiled. “I’m going to start putting the other food and drinks out. The guests should start arriving soon!” All the invited guests for the surprise party had been told to arrive half an hour at least before Ed and his wife were expected. Ed’s wife Jennifer was in on the plan and had promised to make sure that they wouldn’t arrive early and spoil the surprise.

“Of course!” Cindy’s dad smiled. “Step this way, my lady!” He gestured like a butler and the pair walked over to the spitting-table while her mum went back inside the kitchen. “Okay,” he explained, “so you stand here, with your feet apart, close to the edges. That’s right!” he nodded approvingly as Cindy did as he instructed. “Then I’ll put the straps around your ankles to keep your feet in place. Then you lean forward,” he pushed gently on her back to guide her, “and stretch out your arms.” He looked down admiringly at his daughter who certainly made a fine sight stretched naked across the spitting table, her backside sticking out enticingly.

“Do we need the straps?” she asked, looking at those that were clearly positioned for her wrists. “I promise I’m not going to run away!” she added with a giggle.

“Oh I know you’re not!” her dad chuckled. “This was your idea after all! But bodies are weird things and sometimes act on their own, whatever your brain is telling them. Even as willing as you are, when I start impaling you with a sharp, steel pole your body will want to defend itself and your arms and legs might thrash around. Even if we hold you down, it will still make things messy. You want to survive the spitting, don’t you?”

“Oh yes!” Cindy enthused. “I want to go over the coals alive and feel myself start to cook!”

“Exactly!” Her dad patted her rump then stood behind her, looking down thoughtfully. He ran his hand over the firm, juicy meat then pulled apart her thick cunt lips with his fingers, noticing how pink and sore they looked. “Someone fuck you today?” he asked, sounding curious rather than angry.

“Yeah, Phil the caretaker at school!” she told him happily. “After I got my goodbye spanking! You don’t mind do you, Daddy?” she asked, suddenly a little worried. “He didn’t squirt inside me!”

“Oh I’m not worried!” he chuckled and slapped her delicious ass. “The more spit-practise the better! As long as you don’t mind me me having one more go before everyone gets here!”

“Sure, Daddy!” Cindy grinned happily as her dad started to drop his trousers. “Hey, do you think Uncle Ed will want to fuck me before the spitting?”

“Oh I’m sure he’d love to!” he chuckled, entering her roughly from behind. “If Aunt Jennifer says it’s okay, of course!”

“I don’t… think it counts… as cheating…” Cindy replied, having a little trouble speaking as her dad thrust inside her, rock hard and throbbing. “If you eat… the girl… soon after!” Cindy’s dad had been so turned on by setting up the equipment, knowing that he was preparing to spit, roast and eat his little girl, that he was done in no time at all but, unlike Phil, he did not pull out, shooting his thick load inside the still very tight pre-teen cunt, lubricating the path for the spit!

“You know,” remarked Cindy’s mum with a wry chuckle as she set down a bowl of salad, watching her husband hitch up his trousers while her daughter lay panting breathlessly across the spitting table, “I might start getting some attention again once you’re in our bellies!”

“Sorry Mum!” Cindy blushed. “It’s just spit-practice! Anyway, I hear girl-meat is a great aphrodisiac!”

“So I’ve heard!” her mum chuckled again and shook her head in amusement. “I’m just teasing anyway. It’s nice to see you both having so much fun!”

“I hope you’ll be in the mood tonight!” Cindy’s dad winked at his wife. “If we’re going to have another party like this in a few years we’ll need to get started on Cindy’s replacement!”

“Hey! Looking tasty!” Cindy heard a giggling voice. She stood up and turned around to see her three friends coming into the garden through the side gate like she had. She ran over to hug them.

“Wow! This all looks really cool!” Mandy said approvingly, looking around at the equipment then running a finger along the shiny metal spit.

“I wonder if yours will be the same type?” pondered Cindy.

“Probably… dunno.” Mandy shrugged. “My sister’s hired a catering company for her wedding and they’re bringing all their own equipment. Two spits and a grill I think.”

“Oh sounds cool!” Cheryl grinned. “Kinda makes me sad I’m going in the oven but I guess it means I’ll last longer and get to really enjoy cooking!”

“I don’t get it!” Jane shook her head. “Why are you looking forward so much to being cooked?”

“Because girls are tasty!” Mandy giggled.

“Yeah!” Cindy agreed, clasping her hands behind her back and bending her shoulders back to push forward her budding chest. “It’s kinda what we’re for, isn’t it?”

“Well yeah, if my parents decide they want to eat me then I guess I’m cool with it.” Jane frowned a little. “But I don’t get being excited about it really.”

“If it’s going to happen anyway,” Cheryl reminded her, “then why not be happy and excited about it? It’s not like I volunteered for the school governors’ banquet but when Mrs Elliot told me I’d been picked I figured I might as well look forward to it!”

“I always promised I’d be a bridesmaid for my sister if she got married.” Mandy reminded her friends. “I’m just glad she got round to it before I got too old and stringy!” All four girls giggled together and shared a group hug.

Other guests were starting to arrive now. Cindy knew most but not all of them. It was both funny and thrilling to think that they had all come to eat her! That’s all she was now – party food! And she couldn’t have been happier. All of them wanted to greet Cindy and many of them openly admired her body, congratulating her on the quality of her meat. Cindy’s mum played host and made sure everyone had drinks and nibbles while they waited for the guest of honour.

Eventually, Cindy’s mum tapped a glass for everyone’s attention.

“Hey everyone!” she called to the rather crowded garden full of people who all fell silent and looked at her expectantly. “I just got a text from Jennifer and they’re about two minutes away so let’s have silence, please! Don’t want to spoil the surprise, do we?” There were good-natured chuckles and smiles all around and all the guests moved to form a welcoming committee facing the back door. Cindy felt hands on her shoulders, back and rump as the guests collectively manoeuvred her to front-and-centre.

Shortly afterwards, there was a ring on the doorbell. All the party guests had come straight into the garden down the side of the house, making sure they didn’t park suspiciously close to the house, but Ed, Cindy’s dad’s brother, had come expecting a normal family dinner so went to the front door.

“Oh hello, Ed, honey!” Cindy heard her mum in the distance as she answered the door. There were sounds of two sets of polite greeting kisses as she welcomed her brother-in-law and his wife. “Oh that’s lovely!” she exclaimed, presumably taking a small offered gift – perhaps flowers or a bottle of wine to go with dinner? “Thank you! We’re just in the garden for now if you want to go through?”

“Surprise!” everyone chorused in unison as Ed’s opened the back door from the kitchen and looked in amazement at the gathered crowd, his wide close behind him and grinning like the Cheshire Cat! He quickly scanned the mass of smiling faces then noticed his sweet young niece and realised that she was stark naked! Before he could ask what was going on, she sprang forward, flung her arms around his neck and landed a big wet kiss on his cheek.

“Happy birthday, Uncle Ed!” she beamed. “I’m your birthday dinner! Surprised?”

“Um… yeah!” Ed gasped, grinning and trying to get his head around the news. “You look delicious!” He looked the happy, naked eleven-year-old up and down, already imagining her honey-coloured skin roasted golden brown and the aroma of her cooked meat as it was sliced into.

“Well,” Cindy’s dad grinned, shaking his brother’s hand then pulling him into a hug. “Now that you’re here, we’d better get the meat on to cook! I’m sure everybody’s hungry?” This was met with cheers and raised glasses all around. Cindy felt so excited to know how much everyone was looking forward to her meat.

“Hey, Daddy?” she tugged lightly on his sleeve. “Remember what we talked about?”

“Oh yes!” her dad chuckled. “Let’s get you in position first, eh? Ed? Coming to help?”

“Of course!” Cindy’s uncle grinned. “It’s not every day you get to spit your favourite niece, is it?” Cindy giggled as the two men led her to the spitting table. She stood like she had been told and this time, her dad knelt down and strapped her ankles into position. Then, with a gentle prompt from her dad’s hand on her back, she bent forward, lowing the feeling of the cool, smooth metal against her belly and especially against her hard nipples, and stretched out her arms which were also quickly strapped into place.

“Daddy?” she prompted again but her dad gave her a sharp slap on the rump, still playful but hard enough to sting.

“Shush!” he chastised her teasingly. “Meat doesn’t talk!” Cindy giggled but did not say any more. He turned to his brother. “Cindy was wondering if you’d like to give her a final stretching to make the spitting easier?”

“Oh well I…” Ed blushed, looking at his niece’s protruding ass and exposed, glistening cunt. He could not deny how enticing she looked. “Honey?” He turned to his wife who was stood close behind him. She giggled.

“Oh you men!” she gave him a playful slap on the arm. “Of course it’s okay! This is your birthday treat after all!”

“Yeah go on!” one of his friends called out, raising a beer, “Give it to her good!” This was followed by similar encouragement from all the guests who had gathered around to watch the show, including Cindy’s three school friends.