Chapter 4: The Problem

Friday turned out to be quite eventful, too.

At school a lot of people were asking us if we were really serving girl meat at the party. At one point a clique made mainly of our least favorite girls cornered us and demanded to know the truth. We've been butting heads with them for a long time, so Brit wasn't intimidated.

Their busty leader, Stacey demanded, "You aren't really going to have girl meat at your party, are you? I know what girl meat tastes like so you aren't going to be able to fool me!"

Yeah, right, I thought sarcastically. Lier.

Brit just calmly stared her in the eye, "Actually, I got my hands on some unique rabbit meat which is to die for. I swear on my finest handbag, this meat is going to be unfucking believably good."

This just confused them more. Brit and I shared a private laugh when they finally left us to go harass some freshmen.

Brit had gotten obsessed with adding bunnies to the theme of the party, so we had a lot of last minute changes to coordinate. She wasn't changing everything, just adding little bunny shapes here and there, like easter eggs. It turns out that one of the most problematic changes was replacing the frosting flowers on the cake with bunnies. I guess frosting flowers were a popular thing to put on high end cakes, with lots of well known techniques for making them, but rabbits were less of an established design.

After school Brit was apparently going to be busy running some secret errand, and even I was not allowed to know where she was going, so she assigned me to go down to the baker's to pick out the frosting bunny design. I think she thought it was funny to send the meatgirl to the baker's, too.

As we parted ways at school, she called out, "Don't let them bake you into any cakes while you are there. Remember, I've got other plans for you, my scrumptious girlfriend," and blew me a kiss. Several other girls heard us, but that line fit nicely into our information sharing schemes, so it was fine.

It took quite a while to find a new cake design which incorporated the bunnies without making it look like an Easter themed cake or a silly kid's cake, but we eventually settled on something I thought was classy enough to suit Brit's taste. I sent some pictures of the final design to Brit, but she didn't respond.

When I got home, Brit was lying face down on her bed. I had only pulled my t-shirt part way off when she looked up and I saw that she was mad, like majorly pissed, about something.

Oh, no, did I screw up somehow? I thought desperately.

"It's ruined," she wailed. "The whole party is fucking ruined."

"What? What's wrong? Was the cake that bad?"

"No, the cake looked great," she said miserably.

"Then your secret errand..?"

"No, that was fine, too. At least, I think so. We'll have to test that later." Her anger came back in force. "Stacey texted me and said some twin bitches down south beat me to my big idea! Apparently they had their maid or gardener or something roasted and served at their birthday party last month."

"Well, Stacey would say anything just to mess with you. I'm sure she's just making it all up." I tried to soothe her.

"No, it's all true! I checked with Agnes and she confirmed it. It was a super private party, but word got out because they couldn't stop talking about how good the meat was."

I dropped my t-shirt. "There's got to be some way to salvage this. I mean, we've got everyone excited about eating some girl meat and I'm still going to be delicious," I reasoned. "Roasting your best girlfriend is better than some nobody staff person."

She eyed me and huffed, "Not good enough. This party has to make history, not just some minor variation on something old."

As I was tossing aside my bra she said hotly, "Do you want to try having angry sex?"

I think my panties must have hit 88 mph on the way down, because I never saw them again and all I could find later were twin burn marks going down my legs. The door was open and there were several possible panty thieves in the house, but I prefer to believe that they are lost in time somewhere.

We started with some fierce, rough kisses. Brit squeezed one of my tits forcefully and shoved me down against the bed, then began chewing on the other tit. Pain and pleasure blended together in a way that was new to me. She didn't bite hard enough to draw blood, but she was definitely leaving marks.

"Nggmh," she grunted angrily. "If you're so eager to get eaten," she growled between bites, "I am going devour you right here, you fucking snuff slut."

I was already panting as I struggled to work her shorts off, but I couldn't reach low enough to do more than unzip them, so I switched to working on her shirt. After she paused to let me get it past her head, she shifted to the side and dragged me around so I was reclining on top of her.

"How dare you take my shirt off without permission," she hissed. "I get to decide when I undress."

She hooked one arm around my neck and used her feet to pull my thighs apart, pinning me in a sloppy half nelson.

"You're going to have to be punished for that, you stupid meat slave."

She reached the other hand down and began roughly pushing two fingers in my cunt, quickly switching to three when she found that I was soaking wet.

I emitted an unsteady moan, "Yes, mistress! Punish my worthless meat!"

She loosened her grip on my neck to resume mauling my tit. I flopped my arms around uselessly, unable to effectively touch her breasts or cunt behind me. She started using her thumb to mash my clit on the downstrokes and synchronized her hands' movements, making me grunt with each blow.

She started whispering angrily in my ear things like, "Useless snuff bunny girlfriend, you can't even be meat at my party."

It didn't take long for me to scream out, "I'm cumming, mistress! Your useless snuff toy is cumming for you!"

"How dare you cum before me, you little slut."

She shoved me aside while I was still mid-orgasm and started pulling off her shorts. Once she got them off, she threw one leg over me and came down hard on my chest, knocking the wind out of me. She started grinding on one of my tits.

"Hold your useless tit meat still, slut, it's flopping around too much to even make a good dildo," she ordered.

As I recovered my breath, I brought my hand up to get a grip on my breast. After it got knocked out of my hand a couple times, I squeezed it as hard as I could, making it turn red all the way out to the engorged nipple.

"You can't even grope your own tit right, you fucking snuff meat. Try practicing on my tits with your other hand, you cunt toy."

I reached up and tried to roll her nipple between my fingers, but she was bouncing around too much, so I just massaged her breast as best I could.

"Yeah, that's more like it, cunt," she said.

"Use my tit to fuck yourself, mistress," I encouraged. "Put my meat to good use."

After a while, she moved to grind on my face instead. She continued using me as a meat dildo for probably ten minutes while she called me more degrading names.

"Eat me, you worthless cunt muncher," and so on.

When she finally came, we heard another voice call out in ecstasy with hers. When Brit pulled back, I could see that Mandy was standing in the doorway, bottomless, frantically fingering herself.

"Get out, brat! And stop spying on us, you pervert!" Brit flipped her off.

"Fuck you. You guys were being so loud the fucking whole county could probably hear ya." Mandy was still fingering herself as she closed the door.

I laughed. "That was fucking amazing."

"Who said we were done, cunt?"

We spent the next hour and a half fucking in all sorts of posses, mostly with me filling the more strenuous roles. At the end we were sprawled out, with Brit's head resting on my stomach, heedless of our mixed sweat and other juices coating me.

"I feel a million times better now, but I still don't know what to do about the party," my girlfriend sighed.

"Well, I don't think we have much choice," I sighed, too. "We've got to serve girl meat and I don't see how we could do any better than to serve me."

Just then my stomach growled right in Brit's ear.

I giggled, "I guess you really made me work up an appetite. You'd think after eating your cunt so much I would be stuffed."

She sat up and looked at me, "That's crazy," she muttered.

"Well, I did at least drink a lot of your cum, you would think that would count for something," I defended.

"No, I mean I just figured out how to save the party," she said, biting her lip thoughtfully. "We'll roast me, instead."

I sat up and gripped her arm. "What, no, you can't do that! This is your birthday party. I'm the one who is supposed to die for you."

She shook her head, "This is the only way. This party absolutely must be the greatest sixteenth birthday party of all time. If I have to die to make that happen, that's fine. I mean, you were willing to die for it. I can't very well refuse to do the same."

"Maybe we could both be cooked, together," I pleaded. "I don't want to lose you."

I hugged her tightly.

"No," she said softly, hugging me back. "To get the maximum impact, the birthday girl needs to cook alone. There isn't room on the grill for both of us, anyway."

We held each other in silence for a long time.

Eventually, the need for food drove us out into the rest of the house.

Amber raised an eyebrow at Brit walking around naked with me as we got some leftovers from the main kitchen, but didn't say anything.

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I woke to Brit kissing me gently and softly calling, "Wake up, my darling snuff bunny."

I dragged my eyes open and kissed her sluggishly back.

She didn't have much of her usual energy this morning as she said, "Sorry I was so rough with you last night. Your boobs really took a beating. Do they hurt much?"

I looked down at all the bruises and bite marks covering my chest.

It did hurt, but I shook my head, "Doesn't matter." I looked her in the eye pleadingly, "Are you really sure you want to roast at the party? It's not too late to go back to the idea of cooking me."

She smiled wanly. "Yes, I'm sure."

"But, there's so many other options."

"No. You know there really aren't. If this party is going to be as amazing as we planned, it has got to be me who gets on that grill. Just me."

She kissed me again and I melted a little inside.

"Come on, we need to get up and get Mom and Daddy to agree to this, too," she said, climbing out of bed.

This time, the shower was a lot more of a relaxed affair. Between frequent interruptions to kiss, we took turns washing a portion of each other's bodies. Brit was very careful of my bruises, but they really didn't hurt as much she seemed to think. We didn't stop to have sex, but it was still very nice.

We skipped the coffee because we didn't think there would be time to make it, so once we were dry and our hair was in order, we headed out across the house, sans robes this time.

When we got to their room, we found Eric slipping on his pants and Amber putting on makeup. They both came over and sat on the bed while Brit explained about the twins' party last month.

"Well, that doesn't prevent you from roasting this little snuffette for your party," Amber reasoned, waving at me.

"But we wouldn't be the first any more. Nobody remembers the second person to do something," Brit countered.

"Then, what do you want to do, princess?" asked Eric.

"We're going to grill me instead," she said resolutely.

Eric frowned at that.

"Oh, hmm, I don't know," Amber reacted. She turned to Eric.

He said, "Joy, how do you feel about this?"

"I would rather it was me on that grill, but I don't think anything is going to convince Brit to change her mind." I hugged Brit from the side. "I'm going to support my girlfriend, no matter what she decides."

That got me a kiss.

Eric sighed, "Well, if that's how you two feel, I don't think I can stand in your way."

Amber looked between them and then got up and hugged her daughter.

"I guess I can't say no, either," she said. Her hands slid down and cupped Brit's ass. "That's assuming you pass the taste test," she added, pulling out of the hug with a glint in her eye.

Brit smiled back, "Naturally, Mommy dearest."

Brit got on the bed and stretched out. Eric began kissing her neck, working down her collar towards her breasts. Amber chose to lick her thigh, pulling open her daughter's legs to give room for her hands to explore towards the moistening tunnel ahead. I went down to her feet and tried sucking on a toe.

Brittany was basking in the attention. Eric was making love to his daughter's erect nipples by the time Amber began lapping up the juices leaking from her pussy. I was still not finished with her feet, trying to go as slow as I could up her legs. When I eventually got up close enough to brush against Amber, Brit was making some of my new favorite noises. Amber and Eric traded places, after which, Amber began to quickly work her way up, between Brit's breasts and then kissing her squarely on the lips.

After a few moments exploring her daughter's mouth with her tongue, Amber sat back.

"I guess it's official, then. Our daughter is thoroughly delicious," she declared.

Eric also moved away, so I slid up to drink in some more of my favorite flavor.

Amber began removing her clothes. "Which means it's time for a round of appreciation," she continued.

Brit moved to make more room, pulling me up for a kiss, biding time until her mom was ready. When Amber settled down on the bed, we both slid over to start kissing and caressing her breasts. Brit would occasionally pop up and kiss her mom's lips with a, "Thank you, Mommy."

Brit and I eventually shifted, kissing our way down Amber's well toned body. At her nether regions, we started taking turns licking or kissing whichever part appealed to us in the moment, but this evoked a dissatisfied noise from Amber. Brit settled in to worship her origin point, while I engaged Amber's clit with my fingertips, giving my other hand a chance to sneak off between my girlfriend's legs.

When Amber decided we were doing a satisfactory job, she said to Eric, "Well husband, I think it's time for you to fuck our little girl."

I had a sudden flashback to a moment with my mom and Step-Creep.

I screamed, "NOOO!" and yanked Brit with me off the bed. Standing in front of her with my fists on my hips, I bellowed, "Don't you dare touch her, you sick creep!"

Brittany immediately wrapped her arms around me and said, "Shh, it's ok. Daddy isn't like your terrible Step-Creep." She held me tighter, "You know he would never do anything to hurt me. We all actually love each other here. I want to fuck him."

I realized she was completely right. "Oh, no, Brit, I'm so sorry. I just... When I heard…"

"Shh, you don't need to apologize for anything."

I wrapped my arms around her, too, and buried my head in her shoulder.

"I'm such an idiot," I sobbed.

"No, baby. Nobody could blame you after what you've had to deal with."

A massive set of arms settled gently around us. I looked up at Eric's face.

"I'm sorry, Eric. I trust you, really."

Amber joined the group hug.

"I wish I had known what was going on in your home. I would have invited you to come live with us sooner," she said kindly.

"I guess I ruined the mood," I sniffed.

Amber smiled. "Well, I see a lot of sexy, exposed girl in this huddle. How about our tasty little girls try kissing until the mood comes back," Amber suggested warmly, wiping the tears from my cheek.

I would never say no to a plan like that. She and Eric separated from us and I shared a tender kiss with the girl I love. Brit and I made our way on to the bed as our kisses gradually built up steam. Within minutes both our engines were going at a good clip again. We began running our hands over each other as our kisses developed into an uninhibited make out session.

"Alright," Amber said, gently pulling us apart, "remember, you're here to have sex with your parents. You two can get each other off on your own time."

I grinned sheepishly.

We had Brit lie on her back this time, and Eric got between her legs. He kissed her belly as he felt her opening with his hand.

He asked Brit, "Ready, princess?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy," she replied breathily.

Once he brought his hips up near hers, he turned to me, "Joy, would you care to do the honors?"

I gave him a warm smile and kissed his lips lightly.

"Yes, thank you. I would love to help you fuck my girlfriend," I said, as I positioned his penis.

As he slid into her, she gasped.

"Ooh, Daddy you feel so good." Moaning as he began thrusting, "That's it, Daddy, give it to me."

Amber had been sitting near Brit's head, quietly stroking her daughter's hair as she watched all this.

"Think you can send some of that pleasure my way, sweetie?" She got up on her knees giving Brit a close up view of her pussy to make her meaning clear.

"Mmm, do it, Mommy. Let me eat you out while Daddy fucks me."

Amber straddled her daughter's head, carefully lowering herself until Brit could comfortably reach her mother with her tongue.

"I think there is room up here on your girlfriend, if you'd like, little snuff bunny," Amber invited, patting Brit's breast. "I promise I won't bite. Today."

Brit moaned in what sounded like approval. I climbed aboard and kissed Amber shyly.

"Thank you." I meant it for a lot of things, but I think she understood.

Steadying myself by holding on to Amber, I began to give Brit a slower, softer version of what she did to me last night. Amber cupped one hand above the breast I was grinding on to keep it from moving too much. Amber's boobs were swaying tantalizingly right in front of me, so I took this opportunity to suck on them.

The room filled with soft moans and the sounds of flesh on flesh for the next few minutes as we all just enjoyed the moment. Eric probably couldn't see much from where he was, but at some point he leaned over me and kissed his wife without halting his rhythm.

Amber was the first to cum, but it was only a small one, so after a moment to catch her breath, she moved back over her daughter who energetically resumed her oral ministrations.

When Eric announced he was about to cum, I took that chance to get back at Brit for when he was fucking me the week before.

I said, "Do it! Come inside your little girl! Put your baby batter deep inside our new snuff bunny!"

I quickly climbed off Brit's chest and pressed close behind Amber so we could both watch it happen. I wrapped my hands around the busty woman, stimulating her breast and clit to speed her orgasm.

Her parents' cries overlapped as Brittany was inseminated by her father.

"Take it, princess! Take my seed."

"Do it, honey. Fill our snuff baby with your cum."

Brittany's own scream of pleasure was muffled by her mother's snatch. The vibrations from that stimulation shook Amber's entire body sending her into her second orgasm of the morning.

When it had run its course, Amber collapsed to the side and I went with her. Eric laid down most of the way on top of Brit without letting himself slip out of her. We all lay there in a sort of 66 99 arrangement as the three of them recovered.

"If this is my reward, I'm going to snuff myself at all my birthdays from now on," joked Brit.

I slapped her on the tit and laughed.

"This doesn't have to be a one time thing, sweetie," Amber pointed out, "We still have a whole week until your birthday."

Mother and daughter turned to make out while Eric and I fondled them and peppered their backs and necks with kisses.