Part 2


“Just lean over the table next to your sister,” their mum explained to Becky, “and I’ll get you fixed in place. Just try to relax, it will make everything easier!” The pretty twelve year old wiped away a tear from her cheek as she nodded positioned herself similar to Samantha, feeling her firm, round little boobies being squashed against the polished wood. She had expected the neck weight to be the most uncomfortable part of the restraints but really it having her arms tied behind her back. Before her mum had even finished fixing her in place, the muscles in her arms were complaining and soon after that they mercifully began to feel numb.

“Okay gentlemen!” their dad called out jovially, once both girls were in position, “Form an orderly queue!” There was a lot of chuckling and excited chatter as the men and boys came over and lined up to have their way with the bound girls. The inclusion of a second girl was an unexpected treat, especially one as young and pretty as Becky!

There had been times in the past, of course, when more than one girl was needed, normally when the girls from the chosen household had been very young. When the girls’ dad had been fourteen, he remembered a gathering where nine year old twins were served and it was actually to one of these that he had lost his virginity! They had been so small and tight and had cried so much as most of their male relatives took it in turns to fuck them in both holes, their wails muffled only by the parade of dicks pushed into their sweet mouths. Yet being inside them had felt amazing and he had made a point of trying both, and their meat had been so incredibly delicious, flooded as it was with the hormones from the mix of pain, fear and arousal that their ordeal had provoked.

Samantha had expected her dad to be the first to take her but, with Becky on offer too, he had opted to try her first and so it was her Grandpa who now stood behind her, trousers and underpants around his knees, being cheered on by the rest of the family as he roughly entered her. Despite always having been a kind and affectionate grandparent to her, she was just meat now and he cared nothing for her pleasure or comfort as he thrust into her, ripping forcing his way into her tight young teen cunt and popping her cherry in a single thrust, allowing her blood to lubricate her and increase his pleasure. Still, despite the pain, being fucked did not feel entirely bad and she was just starting to relax and enjoy it when one of her uncles stepped in front of her and told her to “open wide” before shoving his hard but short and stubby organ in her mouth.

Although a virgin, she had given a blow-job or two in her time, as had Becky, and she knew what to do. The temptation to bite the disgusting little dick in her mouth was strong but she knew that she would only be punished if she did not cooperate so she gamely began to lick and suck until, surprisingly quickly, he came in her mouth. The cum tasted foul and she spat out as much of it as she could once he pulled out, her grandpa still pounding her from behind. She was quite pleased to see her handsome cousin Jim approach her next. His dick was big and attractive and, more importantly, clean! She took him eagerly in her mouth, hungry for his cum to take away the taste of her uncle’s.

Their grandpa was still fucking Samantha energetically when their dad came inside Becky and stepped back to allow the next man to take a turn, resolving to try his other daughter once he had given himself a bit of time to recover. Another uncle now took his place behind Becky and began to fuck her, her tight preteen cunt lubricated with a mix of blood, her dad’s cum and her own juices. At the other end, Great-Uncle Ray had his seventy-five year old dick in the sweet young girl’s mouth.

When Jim came, Samantha did not spit but rather swallowed the hot cream eagerly, loving its sweet taste. She did not have much time to enjoy it, however, as the next dick was quickly pushed in and she began to service it. After a while, she found it easier just to close her eyes and deal with whatever appeared in her mouth. Her grandpa had finished now and someone else had taken his place but, while a cock in her tight cunt felt nice, she was far from cumming herself. When the next cousin’s turn with Becky came up, he decided to be the first to fuck her in the ass instead of her cunt, making her cry out in pain around the twenty year old dick she was currently sucking. To her surprise, the next one presented was small, belonging to her ten year old cousin, encouraged by his mum who stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders, smiling proudly as he got his first ever blow-job courtesy of the twelve year old meat-girl.

Eventually, seeing that nobody had done so yet, one of the younger uncles made made it his goal to make Samantha cum as he fucked her slowly, almost tenderly, in contrast to the rough violations she had suffered from everyone else. It was her dad’s cock in her mouth when she let out the first moan of genuine pleasure she had felt that afternoon and the uncle proudly accepted high-fives from the other waiting men and boys. The thirteen year old who followed him was eager but clumsy and Samantha had not even settled into a rhythm with him when he came messily. Next it was her turn to have her ass torn open but she had no idea who it was.

By the time all the men and boys were done, many of them coming back around for a go on the other girl or to try a different hole, both sisters were exhausted, with cum dripping from their chins and smeared around their faces, and a mixture of blood and semen oozing from both holes and running thickly down their legs. Their cunts and asses were both bruised and torn with a lot of bruising around their hips where their male relatives had held them a little too roughly. All Samantha wanted was a long, hot bath to ease her protesting muscles and sooth her sore openings but she knew that such relief would never come.

“Wow, looks like we made a bit of a mess!” their dad remarked loudly, with a good-natured chuckle which was echoed by the rest of the family. Throughout the “entertainment”, most of the younger women and girls had stood quite close on either side to watch, many of them imagining themselves in the sisters’ position and all acutely aware that it could be any of them being submitted to the same treatment in ten years time. Some considered the possibility with other, others with aroused excitement but the majority of them with a mixture of the two conflicting emotions. “Dear? Perhaps you can get them cleaned up a bit?”

“Of course!” their mum chuckled, already standing by with the garden hose. She stepped forward and began to spray them down on a light setting, occasionally flicking the torrent playfully in the direction of the watching little girls in the front row, making them squeal and giggle. The water was ice cold but at least refreshing and at first the sisters enjoyed it, relishing the chance to feel clean rather than caked in various bodily fluids as they had been, even if being hosed down like this made them feel more than ever like farm animals being prepared for slaughter. Neither could help crying out in alarm, however, much to the amusement of the hungry guests, when their mum adjusted the spray to a hard jet at aimed it at their backsides, cleaning the sticky, bloody mess from their sore and torn ass-holes and cunts. Finally she moved around to the front and directed similarly intense sprays into their mouths which the opened obediently, before using an intermediate spray to wash their faces.

“There we go!” she grinned once she was done and the two girls were left dripping and shivering despite the warmth of the day. “All clean and fit for human consumption! Oh dear…” She expressed with mock sympathy as she looked down at her shivering daughters, their tender skin covered in goose-bumps. “Looks as if the poor dears are cold! Oh well,” she dropped the hose and clapped her hands together, “we can certainly do something about that, can’t we?”

As the father of the meat, the honour of doing the spitting went to their dad but, since there were two of them and he was known to be an expert spitter, their grandpa agreed to do the other. Since both girls, despite their unhappiness and occasional cries of pain, had never the less been cooperative up to that point, their dad had found no need to make good his threat and the shiny steel spits were well oiled, in order to slide as smoothly as possible through their delicious young bodies. In keeping with the light-hearted atmosphere of the family gathering, the two men tossed a coin to decide who would get to choose which girl they spitted. Their mum was the one to actually flip the coin and their dad called “heads” but it landed “tails” so their grandpa got to pick. After a few moments of deliberation, while the girls waited, cold and humiliated, sore and more than a little scared and wishing the adults who were about to skewer, cook and eat them would just get on with it, he settled on Becky, leaving their dad with the pleasure of spitting his older daughter as he had been expecting to, an act he had imagined many times since the annual Christmas get-together which, while big, was on nothing like the scale of this gathering, where grandma had drawn a slip of paper from a bowl to select which household would provide the meat for the Summer reunion and he had learned that it would be his teenage daughter on the menu!