Chapter 2: The Permission

I woke up to Brit going at one of my nipples like it was a tootsie pop. I moaned the happiest little moan of my life. I could see the first rays of dawn stabbing in the window, so I knew it had to be early. Too early, after the night we just had. Why does the sun have to start Saturdays at such an unreasonable hour? I was hoping Brit would move over and give the other nipple the same treatment, but instead she started talking, with more energy than usual, even for her.

"Come on, we can't afford to lie around this morning, we're going to have to move fast if we're going to catch Mom in the right mood."

Maybe I'm not awake yet. I thought groggily.

"What?" was all I could get out.

"If we're going to cook you alive at the party, we're going to need to get Mom and Daddy to back us on this. I mean, the party would be a total disaster if the cops showed up and shut us down before the history-making feast. Daddy is gonna be a piece of cake, like always, but if we want to convince Mom to let us do something this crazy, we're going to have to get to her before she gets up and leaves this morning."

Oh, yeah. I'd almost forgotten that I had agreed to let her eat me. My stomach did a flip while Brit practically dragged me off the bed and began pulling me to the door.

"Come on, we need a shower. I already got Mom's favorite coffee beans in the coffee grinder. No time to waste."

When she flung the door open and started through, I jerked to a stop.

"Brit!" I hissed, "we're naked!"

She just laughed. "So, what?" glancing across the hall at Mandy's door. "Mandy is still asleep and even if she sees us, it's not like we need to hide anything. We're all just girls."

I let her pull me down the hall towards the bathroom. I was quite a bit more awake by now, and the idea of showering together was drawing me forward as much as her hand was.

Her hand. <3 I swooned inwardly.

I know it's silly after everything we did last night, but realizing I was holding hands with my girlfriend set my heart pounding.

By the time we got in their spacious shower, I was ready for the sexiest shower of my life. It didn't happen. Brit kept insisting that we had to hurry, so it wasn't half as fun as I had hoped for. She did let me wash her breasts, but by the time I was done with them she had efficiently scrubbed my entire torso, front and back and started on her own lower torso. While we were showering, the back of my mind was bugging me that I had missed something important about those first moments after I woke up, but I was too distracted by my naked girlfriend to work out what it was saying.

While I was drying off, Brit dashed out to tend to the coffee. After we fixed our faces and pulled our hair into a casual "woke up looking amazing" mess, we threw on some lush robes. I followed the flutter of flowery cloth to the kitchenette to retrieve two steaming mugs of java.

Once she added the correct amounts of cream and sugar, Brit picked up the mug for her dad and I carried the other one. Now that we had steaming hot liquids to carry, Brit finally slowed down enough to talk through the battle plan.

"When we get in there, I'll go snuggle up to Daddy and you start building a base layer of charm on Mom. You didn't need to do much, just help make sure she doesn't feel neglected while I get Daddy in the mood to say yes. In case you forgot, she is not entirely immune to the charms of a cute girl."

I remembered. I'd caught her checking me out a few times over the last year. Amber always kind of intimidated me. She was never creepy about it, but she was something of a force of nature. And drop dead gorgeous. Like mother, like daughter, in more than a few ways.

Her dad, Eric, was also rather imposing. Standing a good head taller than anyone else I knew, with shoulders as broad as a pro football player, he was a giant. A gentle giant, though. He was so obviously protective of his girls that I stopped being scared by him shortly after meeting him. At this point, I was basically a member of the family, so I think I fell under his muscular wing.

"Once I tell them what we have planned, they're going to ask if you're really sure you want to do this, so that will be your cue."

We were nearly to their bedroom over in the Adult's Wing when she turned and I guess my nerves were showing. She took my hand and gave me a smile.

Brit reassured me quietly, "Don't worry, I'll do most of the talking. You just need to give Mom her coffee and then stand there looking sexy." She grinned, "Great! You've already got the sexy part down."

She gave me a peck on the lips and put on her cheeriest smile before bursting into her parents room without bothering to knock.

"Good morning, Daddy! Good morning, Mommy! It's such a beautiful day today!"

Her mom groaned quietly as she leaned back into her pillow. "Do you have to be so loud so early in the morning, Brittany?"

"Morning, princess," Eric was more easy going. I think Brit got her morning-person genes from him.

Both of them had bare shoulders visible above the covers. I'm not sure but I think we might have interrupted something between her parents.

Brit wasn't phased, though. She just glided around to her dad's side of the bed. "We brought you coffee," she sang, handing him her mug.

Amber eyed us both suspiciously, but accepted the mug when I offered it.

Brit gently curled up half on top of him, seemingly not realizing that her robe was pulled in a way that let us all see an entire leg and just about everything north of the twin peaks. I blinked; she made it look so easy.

As she sipped her wake up juice, Amber was focused mostly on Brit. She certainly knew that Brit was the leader in whatever scheme we had going, same as always. I tried to casually shift my posture to be more enticing, but it was clumsy and probably looked forced.

Brittany started working around towards what she wanted, "Joy and I have been making some real progress on the party plans. We have a lot of the decorations figured out and my main dress is gonna be dreamy."

From her face, I think Amber had already assumed we were here to ask for something for the party, so this preamble wasn't clarifying anything. Also, I noticed a slight odor over the aroma of coffee. At first I thought it was just my own constant arousal, but there was something more to it than that.

Brit continued, "We've gotten the RSVPs and about half the school is gonna be here. I'm so excited!" she squeaked. Still using maximum cheeriness.

Shifting to a slight pout, "We do sort of have one tiny issue with the catering."

Amber got a "here it comes" look on her face, but Eric just smiled indulgently.

"What did you do now?" asked Amber dryly.

"No, it's not anything like that." Brit paused as if thinking. "You know how some people have started getting into eating girl meat?"

"You know about that?" exclaimed Eric.

"Sweetie, we are not going to get you a meatgirl for your party." Amber said in a calm but exasperated tone. "We've only been grooming Eric's secretary for a little while and she isn't nearly ready yet."

It was my turn to be startled, but Brittany acted like this was nothing new. "Oh, that's ok, we already have the girl. We just need help getting the barbecue grill and making sure we don't get busted," she said looking like the cat that got the cream.

"Oh, that's all? Sure, we can do that for our precious princess," her dad agreed.

Amber glared at him, but he pretended to be too busy accepting a collage of Brit's lip gloss on his cheek to notice his wife.

First battle down, but we knew not to gloat yet. It was time for the hard part to begin.

Amber went right for the meat of the matter (forgive the pun), "And where exactly did you find some girl to be butchered for your sixteenth birthday party? You haven't drugged some homeless person and left them tied up in the basement, have you?"

Brittany looked genuinely horrified, "No, of course not. I found a perfectly willing volunteer. Someone ideal for a meal this magnificent. Certified delicious." And grinned at me.

Gulp. They turned to look at me.

"Joyce?" asked Amber in surprise.

"Yep," I managed, in an almost normal voice.

Without looking away, Amber asked Brit, "How did you talk her into that?"

"I agreed to date her. That's actually all she wanted from me." Brittany answered.

"About time you got a clue about that," muttered Eric.

Brit made some kind of reply, but I didn't hear it. Heart pounding, all my attention was focused on the woman considering if I should live or die.

Amber looked me up and down, with an increasingly predatory smile. "Well, if you're really volunteering for this, why don't you give us a better look at the menu."

I looked to Brittany, but she had a similar smile on her face.

Amber pressed, "You can't very well become a barque dinner without revealing everything, dear."

Deep breath. I guess I'm doing this, I thought.

I slowly untied my robe and pulled it open until it fell to my feet.

Amber hummed appraisingly and waved for me to move closer. She started running her hand up my legs, hip, stomach and then squeezed a round breast, hefting it. My face was probably bright pink by now, but I kept still, letting her explore. When she gently pulled me closer, I bent over her. For a second I thought she was going to kiss me, but then she said,

"Let's get a little taste of this quality meat," and sucked a nipple into her mouth.

I groaned with arousal. Brit was giving me a subtle thumbs up, while Eric seemed to have his eyes locked on the other breast.

Turning, Amber said, "Mmm, honey, you've got to try this," and somehow gracefully heaved me over, into the middle of the bed. In the process, the covers pulled down far enough to leave Amber's bare chest exposed, but she didn't seem to care. That smell from earlier was much stronger in the bed. No doubt about it, Brittany's parents must have had as active a night as we had.

Eric latched on to the nearest nipple, while Amber began licking and nipping at other areas making satisfied sounds at each new spot. I didn't care for Eric's stubble scratching on me, but even with that, I'd say his touch was actually softer than his wife's.

Brit was still just watching with open lust on her face. Also, she either didn't notice or didn't mind the growing lump in the covers right next to the spot which her hips were slowly grinding against.

"Aren't you going to join in this taste testing, sweetie? This for your party after all," invited Amber.

"Oh, I've already had a bit of all of it, but I guess I could go for more," crawling down between my legs.

Being treated like an object, as food no less, was turning me on far more than I thought it could.

After a few minutes of sampling everything I had to offer above the already occupied regions, Amber threw aside the covers and got up, fully naked. Scooping up her phone she strode over to her husband to exchange some whispers I couldn't make out, along with a kiss.

"Going to powder my nose," she explained, heading for the bathroom.

Apparently sensing the three sets of eyes on her gently swaying ass, she looked back at us with an alluring smile.

Still smiling, she said, "Sweetie, when you made that coffee, did you clean up your mess after?" looking Brittany in the eye.

Brit looked chagrined.

"Now, young lady." Her mother commanded.

As Brit rushed out, Amber winked at us and entered the bathroom, closing the door.

I was still a bit nervous but I finally relaxed enough to speak: "So, I taste pretty good, huh?"

Eric sat up and looked me in the eye. Then he reached out and carefully took my hand in his.

"You can be honest with me," he said seriously. "Did you really agree to let us kill and eat you?"

I took a deep breath, and met his gaze, "Yes. I am completely head over heels in love with Brittany. I don't relish the thought of dying, but I really did agree to this. For her, I would literally do anything, including let her cook and eat me."

He seemed to be satisfied with that and let go of my hand.

He grinned. "So, you finally got up the nerve to tell her how you feel."

I looked away, more embarrassed by his words than the fact that I was lying in bed with him with every inch of my body exposed. Emotions are so weird.

"It was that obvious?" I asked.

He just laughed. "And I gather you two have been making up for lost time now that you are finally together."

Together with Brittany. The thought echoed in my mind.

I got a dreamy look. "Being with Brit has been even better than I imagined," I replied.

As if summoned by my desires, the girl herself was abruptly back from cleaning up, slightly out of breath. I'm sure she ran both ways to make sure she didn't miss anything.

Climbing back on the foot of the bed she said, "Now, then, where was I?" and promptly dove back between my legs.

It was another couple minutes of that, and Eric idly exploring my body with his hands before Amber rejoined us.

"Well, if there are no objections, I declare Joyce to officially be a certified delicious meatgirl," she announced.

"Yay! No objections from me!" Brit called out, pulling me off the bed to do what she calls the "Dance of Joy."

I would have preferred that she finish what she was doing to my clit first, but I giggled anyway. That ridiculous combination of moves got its name when we were little for its unfailing ability to make me laugh.

Eric laughed, too. "Then it's settled," he said, sealing my fate.

Climbing back on to her side, Amber continued, "Now then girls, we really are taking a serious risk in helping to cook our sexy little piggy. I think that calls for an appropriately serious thank you."

We stopped dancing like idiots and lined up beside her.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mommy. You're the best!" said Brittney, hugging her quickly before moving around to thank her daddy.

I stood awkwardly for a second, then gave her my best smile.

"Yes, thank you. It means a lot that you're doing so much to make this party amazing."

I also leaned in for a quick hug, trying not to think of how our bare breasts touched.

Amber frowned at me. Spreading her legs and looking squarely at me, Amber said calmly, "Come now, I know you can do better than that. From what I hear, you've recently gotten quite a bit of practice in expressing affection."

My eyes widened.

Brittany said, "Mom, that's so wicked. Are you trying to steal my girlfriend right in front of me?" but her tone was a teasing one.

"Of course not, sweetie, I'm just asking for a perfectly reasonable amount of appreciation from our newly appointed meat."

"Oh, as long as I get her back, I suppose that's alright."

I think Brit wanted to see this almost as much as her mom. Amber is certainly hot. She was the typical trophy wife to start with, and she has worked hard to maintain a perfectly sculpted body.

I think I actually licked my lips before climbing up between her legs. Ass up and head down, I took an exploratory lick. She tasted more like Brittany than my own juices, but not exactly the same. (Come on, don't pretend you've never licked your fingers after playing with yourself. Anyway, Brit and I didn't shy away from kissing after soaking each other's faces last night, so both flavors were fresh in my memory.)

After assuring myself that I was going to enjoy this new flavor, I got to work. I started by doing laps around her labia, only brushing her clit slightly as I passed it. Once I could see that she was getting inpatient, I switched to probing her depths with my tongue while nodding slightly so my upper lip would grind on her love button. This got the first satisfied groan from her, so I figured I was on the right track.

"Sweetie, aren't you going to show your mother some appreciation, too?"

"Oh, yes, certainly, mommy."

I looked up to see Brit roll over to the middle of the bed where she started tracing her tongue along her mother's areola. Amber pushed me back down, so I shifted, lowering my ass to make it easier to catch glimpses of the action above while I worked on her clit some more. I made sure to switch up my attack to keep it interesting, making full use of what I had learned last night. I could see that Amber had pushed open her daughter's robe to fondle her breasts. Before long, Brit was sucking on her mother's breast with the same level of energy she had used to wake me up earlier.

I jerked upright with a shout, "Alive?!"

Everything stopped as they all stared at me.

"When you woke me up this morning, you said cook me alive." I said to Brit.

"Oh, did we not talk about that?" she replied. "Girl meat is supposed to be much tastier when cooked alive. We could kill you beforehand if you insist, but, I mean, you're going to die either way."

"It's true," chimed in Amber, "they say girls cooked alive taste divine, while pre-butchered girl meat is hardly any better than high quality pork."

"I'm not going to force you, but it sounds like alive is practically the only real way to cook a girl." Brit stated.

I think she was overstating the matter, but I really meant it when I said I would do anything for her.

"Well, if that's the way it's done, I guess that's how we're going to do it." I resigned.

Brit and I returned to the lands of milk and honey.

It was hard to get a good look from where I was, but Brit seemed to have lost the robe entirely and had one of her hands moving around between her legs. Eric looked like he was also out in the open and likewise had a hand working his member. Amber was moaning more now and wrapped her legs behind my head, keeping me from leaving my duties to look around.

"Dear, why don't you go get some appreciation from our piggy's other end?" Amber suggested to her husband.

I could hear Brit moan lustfully as he moved into position behind me. I learned years ago that being touched by a boy didn't produce any of the gooey feelings in me that the other girls talked about, but I don't actually mind Eric's touch. I was still well lubricated from the unfinished job Brit had done on me and, let's face it, exploring Amber's treasure trove had been exciting me, too.

I was a little afraid that he might just shove it right in, but I should have remembered who I was dealing with. He started by running his hands around from the outsides of my thighs, then sliding one to the inside and over my mound. Then he gave my clit a little rub before slipping a finger in without much resistance (thank you, favorite hair brush). His strong hands easily lifted me up to bring my hips closer to his. After working a second finger in and out a few times, the hand withdrew and I could feel something different press at my entrance. He started with short strokes, building up speed and depth gradually.

I'd still take my girlfriend's fingers or tongue over this every time, but it was actually kind of nice. It filled me up in a way that I'd never felt before. With my face buried in pussy, I could almost forget that it was a man thrusting behind me.

My attentions had gotten sloppy when Eric started, but from the way she was moving I could tell Amber wasn't too far from a big climax, so I tried to focus on what was in front of me.

I guess Eric had really been enjoying the show because a moment later he said, "I'm getting close, baby."

Brit's voice immediately called out, "Do it, Daddy! Fill my girlfriend's unprotected pussy with your sperm. We're going to snuff her soon, so go ahead and knock her up."

Oh, fuck! I didn't know the idea of getting pregnant would appeal to me, but that, along with the casual way she'd just dominated me with that statement, made my pussy start spasming on his dick like crazy. Eric doubled his pace for a bit before stopping deep inside me. Amber wasn't far behind us, squeezing hard enough to cut off my air, making me squirm around. I don't know if I was fighting to breathe or pushing back into Eric to prolong my own orgasm, but my body demanded that I move.

After a long moment, we disentangled ourselves and I rolled over on top of what turned out to be Brit's legs, panting and seeing stars.

"Fuck, mom, you almost snuffed her two weeks early." I could hear the grin in Brittany's voice as she stroked my hair.

"That," Amber said catching her breath, "was an excellent way to say thank you."