“You know!” Amanda urged, chuckling a little as her son’s eyes went wide and he glared at her, willing her to stop embarrassing him but at the same time feeling a little hopeful. “Do you suck his willy to make him feel good?”

“Oh, right!” Elizabeth brightened immediately. “Yeah, all the time!” she informed Amanda proudly. “He loves it when I do!”

“Great!” Amanda clapped her hands together and beamed. “So, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind doing the same for Preston? Help him relax a little before my friends get here?”

“Sure!” the naked little blonde giggled, reaching out cheekily and tapping the head of her friend’s hard willy with her fingertip. “Don’t want this waving all about the place while people are trying to draw and paint, do we?” Preston blushed some more but made no complaint as his pretty friend knelt in front of him.

“Um… you’re going to watch?” he asked his mum with some incredulity. “Isn’t this sort of thing supposed to be private?”

“The whole point of this,” Amanda reminded him, “is to help the two of you not be embarrassed about being naked in front of your whole school and to be able to do private and normally embarrassing things as if nobody is watching. After all,” she chuckled, “everyone’s going to watch you get a spit pushed up your bottom! If you can’t handle your old mum watching you get pleasured, how are you going to handle that?”

“True!” Preston sighed in resignation, his heart beating fast as Elizabeth smiled up at him, her bright green eyes twinkling with excitement.

While Preston and his mum had been debating, Elizabeth had been taking the opportunity to inspect and assess the organ in front of her. She’d seen her dad’s plenty of times, of course, so there were no really big surprises in terms of general structure, but it was the differences that intrigued her. Of course she had known that it would be smaller because Preston was only ten but, although it seemed to grow to a good length, it was quite thin compared to her dad’s which made it look delicate somehow, like it might snap off if she was too rough.

The other big difference was the lack of hair. Her Daddy had hair all over his chest and belly which she loved stroking and resting her face on when she slept beside him and his willy and balls were surrounded by a thick bush but, aside from the slightest trace of peach-fuzz just above the root, Preston’s genitals were entirely hairless. It looked… she found even thinking the word strange and amusing. Could a willy be “pretty”? Either way, she liked what she saw and was keen to show off her skills to her friend.

Although some of her girlfriends teasingly referred to Preston as her “boyfriend”, neither of them really saw each other in that way – they were best friends with no romantic entanglement. Even now, it did not really occur to Elizabeth that what she was about to do was the sort of thing that normally took place between couples. Her Daddy wasn’t her boyfriend after all, he was her lovely Daddy! The technically sexual affection which was exchanged between them, the things she did for him and the things he did for her, were always seen in those terms – nice, affectionate things that you do to make someone you love feel good! And she did love Preston, just as she loved her Daddy and guessed that some girls loved their boyfriends or husbands – it was all love, even if it took different forms. And so, as she knelt ready to take him in her mouth, she did not see it as signally any change in their relationship status, any line that was being crossed, she was just excited to make her dear friend feel good and to find out how a different, younger willy felt when she sucked it.

Her Daddy often joked that he used to cum a lot quicker when he was a young man and Preston was very young indeed! Did that mean, she giggled to herself as she wondered, that he would cum in just a few seconds, before she’d really even got started? She guessed there was only one way to find out! With Amanda looking on proudly, the naked little girl opened her mouth and leaned forward, closing her pretty lips around the smooth shaft of her friend’s hard willy then slid forward until she felt his tight, hairless balls on her chin.

“That’s it, honey!” Amanda smiled. “Just try to relax!” Preston’s eyes were flicking between his mum and his friend, kneeling in front of him. Her sucking felt amazing – he knew that touching and pulling on his willy could feel really good but having Elizabeth’s soft lips around it and the way her tongue played on the pink, round head was a whole new sensation all together! Not entirely sure what to do with his hands, he rested one on her head and steadied himself against one of the armchairs with the other. Well experienced and knowing exactly what to do, Elizabeth worked with lips and tongue, knowing intuitively exactly when to speed up, slow down or change rhythm and very quickly got him right to the edge. Then, cheekily, she reached out and tickled his little balls, pulled tight by his erection, with the tips of her soft fingers.

As she did so, Preston gave out a gasp and suddenly her mouth was filled with warm cream, a little thinner than her Daddy’s perhaps but no less delicious. Happily and proudly she swallowed the high-pressure mouthful then studiously sucked the last drops from his now extremely sensitive tip before licking it clean and standing, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Feel better?” Amanda asked, chuckling a little as her son looked down on his now relaxed boyhood and Elizabeth stood smiling proudly. Preston nodded and managed a slightly embarrassed smile. “Good!” smiled his mum. “Oh, you two are so beautiful and delicious!” Elizabeth beamed, glowing with pride at this and even Preston looked pleased, finding that he was already feeling less self-conscious about being naked. After all, his mum had just watched him get sucked off by his best friend – what was left to feel embarrassed about?

Pulling a baby-wipe from a pack on the coffee table, Amanda quickly cleaned her son’s genitals and handed another to Elizabeth to wipe her mouth. She was just finishing up when the doorbell rang and the members of the art class began to arrive. Once they had set up their easels and taken out their equipment, the members were of course excited to meet their models for the afternoon. The dozen or so mostly middle-aged and older women with a much smaller number of men, mostly husbands of women in the group, gathered around the two naked children, cooing and fussing over them and complimenting their attractive bodies.

Since most of the members of the club had known Preston for several years, there were a lot of comments about how much he had grown and what a handsome young man he was becoming. Some of the ladies complimented the size of his pre-teen willy and one even pulled it out, pinched between finger and thumb, to get a better look. Although she was not remotely attractive to him, having it handled in that way still felt exciting and the increasingly confident young boy could feel it tingling as a little more blood entered it, swelling it enough to make it look bigger than its totally relaxed state but not embarrassingly hard as it had been before Elizabeth’s intervention.

Elizabeth, a stranger to the group, was praised for her beauty and wonderful figure, with many calling her a lovely young lady and words like “stunning” and “Pre-Raphaelite” being thrown around quite liberally. Although it was clear that they liked what they saw, looking at her lovely naked body, the few men in the group were quite polite and respectful of the young girl but that ladies, presumably feeling more at ease, made many comments about her budding chest, several even feeling and fondling her tiny little titties, and discussing the attractive mound of her pussy.

Of course they all knew that both children were destined for the spit in the not too distant future so, as well as discussions of the artistic qualities of their ten year old bodies there was a lot of talk about how delicious they would be, with chatter about favorite body cuts and how this or that body part was likely to taste, accompanied by a lot of touching and squeezing until both friends began to feel like their bottoms were melons for sale in a grocery store! Eventually, Amanda called time on the inspection and got her friends settled in their seats with their canvasses, sketchbooks and art supplies at the ready then pondered how best to pose the young models.

Although she had not been naked in so public a setting before, Elizabeth found it was not as difficult or embarrassing as she had feared it might be. Just as she viewed nudity for slaughter as “part of the job”, being a nude model felt much the same. She had not been caught with no clothes on in a changing room or getting out of the bath, she was naked for a purpose – she was dressed as a naked girl! To his surprise, Preston found that he was quite liking the attention and was actually now quite looking forward to his nude scenes in the play – the aspect of the role he had been least enthusiastic about up until that point. Neither were therefore feeling unhappy or too self-conscious when Amanda asked them to stand on the table, slightly turned to face each other but also giving good views of the fronts of their bodies to the artists, and hold an apple in their out-stretched hands as if passing it from one to the other, posing as Adam and Eve. Preston put his other hand behind his back while Elizabeth let hers hang by her side, slightly stretched out so as not to look too “static”, as Amanda explained it to her.

Far more bothersome, the friends found, than being in the nude in what was after all a pretty relaxed atmosphere and warm room was having to stand completely still for so long. Their arms which reached out to hold the apple together were the first to start complaining, then their legs. After twenty minutes they were given a very welcome break during which they wandered around and enjoyed looking at the works in progress, in different kinds of paint, colored pencil and charcoal, before resuming their poses as close as they could manage but they were far happier when Amanda announced that it was time for a second pose. This time, to their great relief, they sat down back to back with one knee drawn up and the other dangling over the side of the table. This pose they were able to hold far more comfortably and did so for the best part of an hour, excited once the end of the session was announced to see the different pictures that had been produced of them.

When the artists were packing up their equipment, Amanda told the children that they were welcome to get dressed again but neither felt any need to. Everyone in the room had got a good look at their naked bodies after all so what was the point of being shy now? And so it was that the two youngsters sat in their birthday suits, happily chatting with the adults and enjoying cookies and lemonade while the artist friends had teas and coffees, enjoying the social aspect of their little club just as much as the actual hobby side. Many of them were interested to hear about when and where Elizabeth and Preston would be cooked and the children enthusiastically explained about the school play, the museum exhibit that had inspired it and the skulls that they were going to make. Everyone agreed it sounded very exciting and wished them well with every aspect of the project.

Once the class was complete, since the afternoon was warm, Amanda suggested that the children go play in the garden which they did with great enthusiasm, both loving the freedom of playing nude on the lawn, leaping through the garden sprinkler, and completely to see who could glide further on their bellies on the slip’n’slide! When Preston’s mum called them in to clean up for dinner, they found his dad sitting in the kitchen, drinking a mug of tea. He looked up and grinned happily to see the two wet, naked, mud-smeared children coming in, flushed from their activity and giggling together.

“Ah-ha!” he chuckled when they came in. “You told me we were having something special for dinner! They do look a little under-done ‘though? Are we eating them sushi-style?”

“Oh stop teasing them!” Amanda playfully slapped her husband on the shoulder. “We picked up some lovely girl-meat earlier! You know these two have already been ear-marked!” Elizabeth giggled but Preston did look a little embarrassed and went to cover himself before his friend playfully slapped his hand away.

“Oh don’t be silly!” she chided him. “You were getting so relaxed! Don’t go backwards now!”

“That’s right, dear!” Amanda smiled and Preston hung his hands by his side. “But you two should put your clothes back on before dinner. Go have a quick shower,” she instructed them, “only a quick one, mind! It’s big enough for you both to go in together.” She rubbed her husband’s shoulder significantly, but the children did not notice. “I put your bag and your clothes in Preston’s bedroom.” She smiled at Elizabeth. “See you back down here soon!”

After the delicious girl-meat dinner, the friends shared a lovely hot bubble-bath. Had it been suggested the night before, both would have been incredibly embarrassed by the idea but by then they were perfectly relaxed about being naked around each other. Preston’s dad had chuckled some more when he instructed his son that a gentleman always takes the taps end!

Once they were out, dried off and in their pajamas, Amanda invited them into the kitchen to show them the skulls which had been boiling for many hours by then and were now stripped of all the remaining flesh and gore. By the time she showed them to the children, they were out of the pans and stood on the counter, drying on sheets of kitchen roll.

“Wow!” Preston gasped. “They look so clean! Will we be able to paint them?” He stroked the top of the boy’s skull thoughtfully while Elizabeth carefully picked hers up, making sure to keep a hand under the jaw so it wouldn’t fall off and break, looking into the empty eye-sockets of the meat-girl skull and trying to imagine that it was her own.

“Of course, you will!” Amanda smiled indulgently. “But tomorrow!” She patted her son’s pajama-clad bottom. “Go on!” She ordered them both. “Off to bed!” Elizabeth was to share Preston’s bed as she had done a few times in the past, with a set of pillows placed at the foot so that they could top-and-tail. But something felt different this time.

“You know that thing you did for me earlier?” Preston asked, once the lights were out and they both lay with their eyes closed, having been told by his mum to go to sleep.

“Mmhmm?” Elizabeth smiled.
“Did you like it?”

“Oh yeah! Very much!” enthused Preston. “I was wondering…” He blushed almost powerfully enough to light up the dark bedroom. “Would you do it again?”

“Hmm I don’t see what not!” his friend giggled. “If you’ll do it for me too?”

“But you don’t have a… you know!” Preston was puzzled. “What am I supposed to suck on?”

“I might not have anything to suck but I have something you can lick!” the sweet blonde giggled. “My Daddy licks me so good! And you know I’m clean because we just had a bath!”

“Sure!” Preston agreed, thinking this sounded like quite a fair deal and quite intrigued about tasting his pretty friend’s prime fillet. “You got a deal!”

When morning came, Amanda had come to wake up the children and found their pajamas in crumpled heaps on the bedroom floor. Preston’s head was on his pillow, and he was apparently sleeping soundly, a gentle smile on his face, but at the other end, a pair of pretty little feet were sticking out from under the duvet. Chuckling, she lifted it to find Elizabeth laying face down, her mouth open and her blonde mane tousled, resting her head on Preston’s thigh beside some quite impressive morning wood. She could not help but admire the beautiful young girl’s shapely rump, reaching down to stroke it lightly before she gently shook her shoulder to wake her up then gently woke her son with a kiss. Although both children looked a little sheepish to have been caught naked in such a compromising position but Amanda made no criticism, simply letting them know that breakfast would be in half and hour and that they should probably shower before they come down.

After breakfast was the big art activity – the moment both friends had really been waiting for! Although they had got dressed after their shower to eat breakfast at the table, they stripped off and donned their aprons once more when Amanda covered the table with a wipe-clean plastic cloth and set out all the art supplies, although this time they did not turn their backs on each other as they changed or bother keeping their underwear on. The skulls felt lighter than they expected now that they were emptied and dried and they were both intrigued to see how the young, healthy teeth were shiny compared to the mate bone of the rest of the skull.

The first stage was to spray the skulls all over with first black spray-paint then gold. Luckily, the texture of the bone meant that the paint dried almost immediately. Amanda sat with the two youngsters and described to them what they needed to do, wanting to guide them but let them do as much as possible for themselves rather than doing it for them, and explaining why things needed to be done a certain way such as spraying the black undercoat on first rather than simply starting with the gold.

Once both skulls has been painted, a brush and a small pot of gold acrylic paint used to touch up the little areas that the spray-paint missed, the pair were let loose with the hot glue gun and all the twinkly plastic and metallic pieces that Amanda had found among her collection of supplies to make the skulls appear bejeweled. Eventually, both props were completed to the satisfaction of their creators and Amanda carefully put them on a high shelf where they would be safe while the glue and paint fully set, promising to spray them with clear lacquer later to protect the work they had done. The friends had then happily stripped off their aprons and played in the garden until Elizabeth’s Daddy came to collect her, by which time neither child felt any awkwardness about their nudity, Preston barely remembering that he was naked as he stood on the driveway in front of the house to wave Sarah off.

The rehearsals in the days that followed had gone very well and Amanda had been among the parents who came in to help with the costumes and props, introducing them into the rehearsals as they were ready, leading to a full dress-rehearsal the day before the performance. This was actually the first time that the pair had stripped off in front of their classmates and teachers, or, more accurately, had their clothes pulled off by their friends who played the villagers who captured them. Elizabeth’s heart had been beating fast as she waited to be stripped but, once again, she found she felt a kind of professional detachment about her nudity and accepted the good-natured hoots and whistles from the rest of the class as if they were compliments about a new dress.

Preston was less worried about being seen by the girls as we was about being teased by the other boys who would see him naked and wished he had more reassurance than just his mum and best friend that his boyhood was a respectable size. Fortunately, he had found that there was a state between fully relaxed and hard where it would swell a little and tingle when he was naked and a little excited and, as his explorer costume which was designed to come away easily roughly tugged from his body, he was happy to find that it reacted in this way. In fact, since this was the first time he had exposed himself to the rest of the class, not to mention the teachers, it actually went a little further than usual and he found himself sporting what he assumed was what was referred to as “a semi”. There was a little sniggering but in general all the faces turned towards him looked impressed and a couple of the boys even gave him some supportive applause.

Although the co-stars’ nudity was something of a novelty, the rest of the cast were really more focussed on making sure that everything ran smoothly and would do so for the real performance the next day. When school finished for the day, Sarah’s dad was there to collect both friends and take them to the local Office for Livestock Control to ensure that they were fit for human consumption. This was largely a formality but still a requirement to make their harvest legal and allow their meat to be served to the rest of the school and the parents in the audience.

Elizabeth had expected some kind of bland office building for the inspection so was quite pleased to see that it was an attractive, single-story Victorian red brick building with ivy covering much of the front wall and climbing roses around the door. Her dad explained that it had once been a Cottage Hospital, converted into offices once it closed and later taken over by the OLC. Inside the main entrance was a welcoming little lobby where a receptionist sat behind a panel of glass, her small but neat office beyond, to welcome visitors. Elizabeth’s dad, Edward, gave their names and the kind-faced late middle aged lady confirmed that they had an appointment and invited him to take a seat sand help himself to a coffee while the children were given directions to the changing room where, they were told, they should undress and put their clothes in a locker then wait to be collected.

Since there had been no other parents in the reception area, Preston and Elizabeth had assumed that they were the only ones there but when they arrived at the changing room, which was like a smaller version of the type found at a swimming pool, with tired walls and floor, wooden benches and a bank of lockers, there were already two girls in there, sisters from the looks of them with one around twelve years old and the other maybe thirteen or fourteen.

The girls were already naked and sat chatting on the bench, swinging their feet as they waited for their inspection. They looked up, smiled and waved as the newcomers came in. Elizabeth smiled back and immediately began to strip off but Preston hesitated.

“What’s the problem?” Elizabeth asked, topless and unzipping her school uniform skirt. “You got naked in front of the whole class earlier?”

“I know but… well, they weren’t naked and… you know!” he blushed deeply, tilting his head down and looking pointedly towards his crotch. Elizabeth understood immediately, putting her hand to her mouth to stifle her giggle. Clearly the sight of the older girls in the nude had been quite exciting to her friend and his body was now reacting to the sight the way bodies of pubescent boys tended to!

“Boys!” Elizabeth giggled, shaking her head in bewildered amusement. Noticing the commotion, the two girls came over. If he had been embarrassed about the two attractive, naked girls in the room it was nothing compared to how Preston felt being addressed by them!

“I’m Hannah,” the older girl smiled cheekily, “this is my sister, Amy. She thinks you’re cute!”

“Umm… thanks?” Preston blushed.

“So do I!” the young teen raised her eyebrow slightly as she smiled. “So come on!” She folded her arms in front of her small but perky boobs while her sister put her hands on her hips, “Show us what you’ve got and, if we’ve got time before we’re called through, we’ll help you out with any issues you might be having!”

“Come on!” Elizabeth urged him, giving a playful shove on his arm, standing now in only her panties, sock and shoes. “We cook tomorrow, don’t you want to have a bit more fun first?” The two dark-blonde meat-girls watched expectantly as Preston nervously but quickly took off his clothes. Hannah was the taller of the two but not by much and her hair was cut to a short bob just below her ears. Her thighs were thick and shapely, her chest quite well-developed and her plump fillet freshly shaved. She had a feminine but over-all stocky figure that suggested she’d likely be a hockey player. Her sister’s figure was very similar except that her chest was significantly less developed, slightly more so than Elizabeth’s but still very much budding little titties rather than proper boobs. Her hair was much longer like the ten year old’s but straighter. They both looked delicious whether they be destined to roast or be butchered.

Now completely naked, Elizabeth watched with interest and amusement as her friend pulled down his underpants and stood up, smiling sheepishly with his hands clasped a little awkwardly behind his back and his preteen willy standing to attention.

“Ooh now that’s what I’m talking about!” Hannah licked her lips. “You know, Amy here gives great head! That’s why our Daddy’s having hers preserved so he can keep on enjoying her!” Elizabeth giggled to see Preston blush so deeply as both sisters stepped closer to him and Hannah began to stroke his erection with the tips of her delicate teen fingers.

“What about you?” Preston asked. “Is he keeping your head too?”

“Uh-uh!” the teen shook her head. “I’m going to roast whole with every last inch of me on the menu! Think I look tasty?” she asked teasingly.
Preston nodded. “So you’re going to roast like me?” He nodded again. “Good!” Hannah cooed. “I’m sure you’ll be delicious!” She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “My sister would really like to taste-test you. And if there’s time when she’s done, I’m going to find out what else you can do with that luxury sausage of yours!”

“You mean…?” Preston stammered, shocked, while Elizabeth was practically bent over with giggles, having discretely collected up his clothes and shoved them in a locker along with her own.

“Just relax!” Hannah put a finger to his lips, “...and hope they take their time coming to collect us!”

With a hand on her sister’s shoulder, Hannah took a step back and guided the younger girl forward. After smiling knowingly at Preston, Amy knelt down on the tiled floor and took him in her mouth the way Elizabeth had before the art class. As her little sister pleasured the boy, who could not believe his luck, Hannah chatted to Elizabeth about the plans for their harvest and was quite excited to hear about the school play.

Soon, Preston was leaning against the wall, steadying himself as Amy’s head bobbed back and forth, the other two girls watching with amusement and excitement.

“She seems to know what she’s doing!” Elizabeth commented with a giggle to the older girl.

“Oh yeah! Our Daddy just loves his special kisses from his little girl!” Hannah grinned.

“Just from her?” asked Elizabeth, a little puzzled. “Don’t you do that too?”

“Ooh I leave the blow-jobs to Amy!” Hannah giggled. “Daddy and I have our own thing!” She ended the sentence with a suggestive wink.

“Oh wow!” Elizabeth’s eyes went a little wide. “You mean your Daddy actually fucks you?” Hannah nodded. “I wish mine would!” the younger girl sighed, “But he keeps saying I’m too small and he doesn’t want to hurt me.”

“Well, you’re cooking soon, aren’t you?” Hannah asked with a shrug. “However well hung your Daddy is I doubt he could do as much damage as a spit! You should ask him again! You’re cooking tomorrow, right?”

“Yup! Tomorrow afternoon!” Elizabeth confirmed proudly, sticking out her budding chest a little and pondering the young teen’s words. “I guess it would be a great going away present for me! And something for him to remember him by of course!”

“That’s the spirit!” Hannah punched her lightly on the arm in a friendly manner. “Now, speaking of fucking…” She sashayed over to her sister and tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey!” She grinned. “Quick hogging the dick! My turn!” Preston looked horrified as the young girl who was sucking his willy stopped and stood up.

“No! Please!” he gasped. “Don’t stop now!”

“Don’t worry!” Hannah grinned. “We wouldn’t blue-ball you! Lay down!” She pointed to the bench.

“But why…?” Preston began to ask.

“Lay. Down.” Hannah instructed him firmly. Not wanting to argue with the slightly scary but very sexy girl, Preston did as he was told and laid down on the bench, his arms stiffly by his side and his willy standing to attention, looking as nervous as if he was on a sacrificial altar. Elizabeth watched with excitement, her heart beating fast, as the confident, older girl straddled her friend and slowly impaled herself on his waiting erection.

“There!” the bob-haired teen grinned triumphantly as she lowered herself full so that she sat on Preston’s lap, her hands pressing on his chest. “You can officially say you are no longer a virgin!” Elizabeth could not help wondering how satisfying Preston’s nice but small willy could really be for an older girl used to her Daddy’s but Hannah seemed to have no complaints as she began to ride the astonished boy. Perhaps, the young meat-girl wondered, if her own Daddy still refused to fuck her even ‘though she was due to be spit-roasted the next day, she could ask Preston? But would that make things awkward between them, she wondered? They were friends after all. Sucking and licking each other was one thing but actually fucking? That was a whole other level of intimacy! Besides, she was pretty sure his own parents would have plans with him that night and she knew how hard her Daddy found it to deny her anything she asked – she was pretty sure she could present him with a persuasive case!

“Do you watch when your sister fucks your Daddy?” Elizabeth asked Amy, who stood beside her, with interest. She could not help but be a little fascinated by Hannah’s small boobs and the way they jiggled as she bounced up and down on her lucky friend’s erection.

“Oh yes!” Amy giggled, tossing her hair. “It gets me so excited! I hope he’s going to do it to me at least once before I cook!”

“Can I…” Elizabeth blushed a little, looking at the slightly older girl’s lovely naked body, especially her plump pussy which looked so wet an appetizing while her own tingled so hard it was almost painful. “Could I give you a taste-test?”

“Sure!” Amy grinned. She sat down on the bench, just inches from Preston’s head, hand parted her legs. Elizabeth knelt in front of her and reached between her own legs to pleasure herself as she buried her face between the pretty pre-teen’s thighs. She had never actually licked another girl’s pussy before but had experienced her own licked often enough to know what to do and make her new friend feel good. Within minutes, all four youngsters were crying out in passion and so absorbed in their sexual playtime that none of them noticed the white-coated lady with the clipboard coming into the room.

It was Hannah who spotted her first as she looked up, feeling the little boy cum surprisingly powerfully inside her, and made surprise eye-contact with the amused-looking woman. Looking a little sheepish, she climbed off Preston, his willy already beginning to wilt, causing him to turn his head too. Very quickly, he sat up, instinctively covering himself with his hand. Last to notice was Elizabeth, given that her field of vision was pretty limited by Amy’s soft-skinned but athletic thighs, but eventually she realized that the others had all gone quiet and she turned her head, rocking back on her haunches. Seeing the woman, she giggled and wiped her mouth, sticky with Amy’s honey, with the back of her hand.

“Sorry to interrupt!” the lady chuckled, apparently amused but not in the least phased by finding the four waiting applicants enjoying themselves in this way. She knew there was something about imminent harvest that turned even the most shy and conservative girls into nymphomaniacs and that any boys waiting with them would not stand a chance! “Hannah and Amy Martin?” she asked. The sisters raised their hands. “Lovely!” She smiled. “Follow me! Don’t worry,” she turned to Elizabeth and Preston, “one of my colleagues will be with you very soon! Sorry there’s been a bit of a wait today, we had a whole Girl Guide troop to assess before they donated themselves to charity.”

“Don’t worry!” Elizabeth giggled. “We managed to amuse ourselves!” The lady chuckled some more and began to usher the sisters out of the room just as a group of around thirty girls of all shapes, sizes and colors, from as young as ten up to fourteen flooded the room, all start naked of course, giggling and chatting happily together. Elizabeth exchanged apologetic smiles with some of them as she ducked out of the way to allow them to get their things out of the lockers, but Preston stood with his mouth wide open and his willy standing to full attention once more despite having been so recently serviced.

“Put your tongue away!” Elizabeth teased, poking him in the ribs and the girls began to get dressed, some apparently embarrassed the presence of a boy, making sure their backs were turned as they sifted through their bundled clothes for their underwear, some intrigued and shooting furtive, appreciative glances in his direction but most not paying him any attention, instead focused on their own conversations with friends and small groups about how the inspection had been and what they through the donation center might be like and what to expect there. “They’ve not got anything you haven’t seen before!” While this was true in one sense, the sheer variety of naked and now near-naked bodies on display to him was quite overwhelming for Preston. His friend simply giggled and shook her head in amusement.

It was not long before all the girls were dressed in their blue uniforms, after which they filed back out, leaving Preston and Elizabeth alone once more in the room alone.

“So,” Elizabeth grinned at her no longer virgin friend, “bet you weren’t expecting that, huh?”

“Nuh-uh!” the boy who was still in something of a daze shook his head. “Mum says she’s got a special toy to use on me tonight, she called it a strap-on but I don’t know how it works? She said it will help get me ready for the spit? Do you know what that is?” He was not embarrassed to ask Elizabeth this as he knew his friend had a lot more knowledge of such matters than he did and would likely know more about things for girls.

“Oh wow, yes!” She giggled a little. “I’ve heard of them! They’re a sort of fake willy that girls can wear, usually to fuck other women but sometimes to fuck guys in the ass! Guess you’re getting ass-fucked tonight, mister!” she grinned at him cheekily. Preston’s eyes went quite wide and his cheeks pink.