“I think,” Josh smiled shyly, looking at his beautiful young lover stood at the end of the bed, “you were talking about taking clothes off in a sexy way?”

“So I was!” Amelia grinned, taking off her had and not throwing it off to the side like he had expected but instead placing it carefully on the end of the bed. The dress did not seem to have a zip at the back, a fact proved when she slowly and deliberately hitched it up, slowing moving one side higher than the other in turn up her thighs until her thing underwear, white to match her dress and without any of the decoration her normal panties bore, was visible, the whiteness of the fabric contrasting appealingly with the pale olive skin around it. When it was past her hips, she grabbed hold of the bunched-up material and pulled it over her head, exposing her sweet little buds that Josh found so delectable to suck on. To his slight surprise, instead of pulling off the boots next, Amelia reached for her hat and put it back on.

“I’m going to leave the boots on,” she told him, wiggling her hips and she lowered her underwear revealing her smooth, plump, delicious fillet, “like a good meat-girl! I saw how you looked at Candice!” She grinned, her tone playful and teasing rather than accusatory. “Meat-girls get you hot, don’t they, Mr Martin?” She managed to yank the flimsy underwear, which was mostly elastic anyway, off over her boots then knelt on the bed and crawled towards him, reverting, Josh noticed, to his formal name despite having introduced him as Josh outside. It seemed to be something she liked to do, as if it were hotter for her to think of him as her friend’s dad rather than just a man. “Meat-girls get you so hard!” She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, massaging his throbbing erection through his underpants for a few seconds with both hands before yanking his trousers down to his ankles, closely followed by his underwear and starting to unbutton his shirt.

“It made you so hard thinking of Sam roasting, didn’t it!” It was a statement rather than a question. She pulled his new shirt open, carefully enough not to tear off any buttons, and ran her hands over his chest. “I bet you fucked her brains out the night before you cooked her!” Josh didn’t say anything but just took hold of her hips and licked his lips before she leaned down to kiss him. “Well I’m your meat-girl now!” she told him between kisses. “You’re gonna see me roast then you’re gonna eat my delicious, tender, juicy young meat! But for now,” she kissed him again, “you’re gonna fuck me so hard I’m gonna feel like your dick is gonna go all the way though me like the spit!” She lowered herself onto him, impaling herself on his rock-hard manhood, gripping it with her tight, pre-teen cunt then began to ride him passionately, aggressively.

Downstairs on the patio, Laura found her two children chatting to Betty’s husband behind the bar as he mixed their drinks, the hostess having wandered off to greet someone else or to make some other introductions.

“Here you go!” he grinned, sliding two champagne flutes filled with some orange drink with a hint or dark red rising like smoke from the bottom of the glass. “Enjoy!”

“Those look good!” Laura grinned, sipping her own glass of chilled wine. They turned to smile at her and the three of them clinked their glasses together, wishing each other “Cheers!”

“Any sign of your father?” Laura chuckled as they stepped back from the small outdoor bar to make room for others.

“No idea.” Erin shook her head. “Didn’t Amelia say she was going to introduce him to the meat-girl? Maybe they’re over by the spit?”

“I guess we could go take a look.” Laura suggested. “I’d quite like to meet his famous roaster myself! Or at least get a good look at her before she gets all crispy!” Erin giggled and slipped her free arm through her mum’s as they head out onto the lawn. Ryan was about to follow when he was distracted from a voice behind him.

“Hey, kid!” It was a female voice. Young-sounding but not another child, not quite an adult either. Curious but not especially assuming that they were talking to him, he paused and turned his head in the direction of the voice. “Yeah, you! Ron Weasley! Over here!” Although being called by that name irritated him, a taunt his red hair had earned him several times over the years, he was now in no doubt that he was being addressed. Looking around, he spotted a girl leaning against the small piece of wall beside the French Window in the corner of the patio. He guessed that she was around sixteen or seventeen years old and very top-heavy, dressed in a black halter-top dress that looked as if it could give way at any moment.

Her hair was jet black but in the flat, unnatural way that comes from dying it at home with a cheap kit and her lipstick and eyeliner were also black, as were her knee-length high-heeled boots, one of which was currently pressed against the wall, and the velvet choker around her neck. In one hand she was holding a Martini glass and with the other she waved to get his attention then beckoned him over.

“Um… Hi?” Ryan gulped, walking over to her with his drink in his hand, wiping the other on his trousers because he could feel his palm getting sweaty. “Can…” He was about to ask “Can I help you?” but stopped himself, worrying that it would come across as rude so said instead, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah!” The girl managed a quick smile. “Just checking, you like girls, right?” Ryan nodded mutely. “Good. You seen the meat-girl?” she asked with a wolfish grin. He nodded again. “Hot little spit-muffin isn’t she?” Again Ryan nodded then took a sip of his fruity, very mildly alcoholic hoping that it might help steady his nerves or at least stop his mouth from feeling so dry. “You don’t say a lot, do you?” the girl laughed only slightly scornfully. Ryan took another sip of his drink before answering.

“Sorry.” He smiled. “I just wasn’t sure what to say. Why did you want to see me?”

“Because I need a favour.” She looked around at the other party guests and rolled her eyes in disgust. “Everyone else here is like, gross and old! How old are you? Twelve? Thirteen?”

“Yeah.” Ryan lied, hoping that she wouldn’t push him further. Unfortunately his gamble did not pay off.

“So?” she asked, a little impatiently. “Which is it?”

“Um… actually,” Ryan admitted, “I’m eleven.” She girl exhaled disappointedly and gave a low whistle.

“Eleven’s better than forty!” she declared, more or less to herself. “You ever eaten a meat-girl before?” Ryan was about to nod but remembered her comment so gave a slightly expanded answer instead.

“Yeah!” He smiled, still a little awkwardly. “We ate my…” he thought for a second, “other sister at Christmas and our friends across the road at going for a private party at Sidney’s soon and we’ve been invited!”

“Good!” the girl seemed happy with this answer. “You looking forward to a taste of that one tonight?” She used her glass to indicate the meat-girl who Laura and Erin were now introducing themselves but this time did not wait for an answer. “It’s my parents’ wedding anniversary next month and they’ve hired these same guys to serve me up to their friends.”

“Oh, right.” The neutral, almost disinterested tone of her voice made it almost impossible for Ryan to judge how she felt about this. “You, um, happy about that?” he asked, hoping she might expand a little and give him some clue what sort of a response she was looking for.

“It is what it is.” She shrugged non-committally, leading Ryan to wonder if she would actually admit to having strong feeling on any subject. “I don’t recall them actually asking, we were just all of a sudden discussing the arrangements. Not that I’m complaining either!” She winked at him. “There are worse ways to go than the ultimate fuck! Anyway,” she narrowed her eyes a little. “Since you’re only eleven,” Ryan felt his stomach knotting and wished the patio stones would open up to swallow him, “have you ever fucked anybody?”

“Yeah!” he answered a little too quickly. “Those friends I told you about. The ones who are going to Sidney’s?”

“That’s something!” She gave an approving nod. “Come here a sec.” She beckoned him closer. “Come on, promise I won’t bite!” Nervously, Ryan stepped forward and before he knew it, the girl’s hand was down the front of his trousers. Not just feeling him up from the outside but actually inside his underpants, her black-nailed fingers caressing his boyhood which had been in a semi-aroused state already from the combination of the conversation and her cleavage but now leapt to full attention at her touch. “Wow, okay!” She looked genuinely impressed as she felt its length and girth. “Definitely feels like it could get the job done.” Then as fast as she had put her hand down there she pulled it out again then looked a little annoyed at how close her was standing. For his part, Ryan was just pleased that he had managed not to drop his glass! “Do you mind?” she shooed him back with her hand. “Personal space?” Confused and a little annoyed but mostly just aroused, Ryan took a step back.

“So, kid,” she continued, “here’s the deal. Ever since I found out I was going to roast, the idea gets me so hot and wet and I just know when we watch that muffin spitted I’m going to need to fuck someone. I was kinda hoping there’d be some hot twenty year old guys here but it looks like my choices are you or one of my dad’s golfing buddies!” She rolled her eyes again. “So, what do you say? You in?”

“Um… yeah?” Ryan replied, still trying to work out if this was some sort of prank. “Sure!”

“Good!” The girl gave a satisfied nod. “There’s loads of bedrooms upstairs so stay where I can find you when they do the spitting, okay? I’ll grab you when I need you.”

“Sure.” Ryan said again, then added, “I’m Ryan, by the way.” For a second the girl looked as if she was going to remind him that she didn’t ask but then her face softened. “Cat.” She smiled. “Well, Catherine but nobody but my Grandma calls me that! Don’t go jerking off before I get to you, okay? I need you primed and ready to go!”

“I...promise?” Ryan replied, still not quite sure whether this girl even actually liked him or not.

“Good boy.” She winked. “Now go catch up with your mum and sister. They’ll be wondering where you got to!”

Upstairs in the guest bedroom, Josh was on his knees now, fucking Amelia hard from behind as she knelt on all fours. Remembering what Samantha had asked for that first night, he had told her that if she wanted to be a piggy then she was going to get fucked like a piggy and, as he thrust into her aggressively, his thighs slapping against her rump and her hair wrapped around his fist, Josh was not hearing a single complaint from Amelia! Only after her third orgasm did he allow himself to shoot his load inside her then the pair collapsed down together, exhausted and sweating on the bed.

“Guess you really did miss me too, huh?” Amelia asked with a cheeky but satisfied grin, walking her fingers across his chest. “Hope you liked the pictures I sent you?” Josh nodded mutely, not quite yet recovered enough to speak. The pictures, sent the previous afternoon, had been of Amelia in her kitchen at home, presumably taken on a times with some kind of stand or tripod, smearing her naked body all over with cooking on then laying on the counter before adopting various cooking poses. “I took them while my parents were out.” she told him with a grin. “Not that they’d care about me taking nudie pictures for you but they’d have made such a fuss about the mess!”

“Hope your Nana’s not going to be mad at you for the boots on the bed?” Josh teased.

“Nah!” Amelia giggled. “She knows that sometimes you gotta do these things to keep your man happy.” She idly stroked his manhood with her soft fingertips. Although no longer so hard, it was far from fully deflated. Josh wasn’t sure it was capable of relaxing completely with Amelia’s naked young body pressed up against his! “Do you think they’ve got Candice on the spit yet? I think I was supposed to be watching so I’d know what to expect when it was my turn. Don’t know if Nana was expecting me to take notes or what?”

“I guess we should go down and see?” Josh suggested. Amelia rolled onto her back, looking up at the ceiling, allowing her lover to sit up and start buttoning his shirt. She really did look lovely, naked apart from the hat and boots, athletic young body stretched out on the bed, glistening from the exertions of their shared passion, budding chest rising and falling with each breath in such a way that his attention could not help being drawn to her perky little almost-breasts. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stood up and pulled his trousers and underpants back up then reached into his pocket for his comb to make himself look respectable again.

“Maybe I’ll just stay like this for the rest of the party?” Amelia teased, rolling onto her front, resting her chin on her interlocked hands propped up on her elbows and idly kicking her booted feet. “What do you think?”

“I think you’d get pretty chilly!” Josh laughed.

“Fine!” she sighed dramatically, clearly exaggerating for comic effect as she turned back over and sat up. “But there’s nothing hot about watching someone put clothes on so you head back downstairs and I’ll join you in a minute, okay?”

“I admit, it always does seem a little sacrilegious!” Josh chuckled, putting his comb back in his pocket and leaning over to kiss her. “Don’t be long, okay? Sounds like the show downstairs is kinda meant for your benefit after all!”

“I promise!” she smiled at him. “don’t forget me on your way down the stairs, will you?” she teased sweetly as he reached the door and unlocked it.

“Couldn’t if I tried!” he assured her, blowing a kiss before slipping back out onto the landing and closing the door behind him.

Now that all the guests had arrived, Betty swept around making sure that everyone had drinks then invited everyone onto the lawn to watch the spitting. Josh got down just as everyone was starting to convene so looked for the rest of his family and slipped in beside them.

“Feel better?” Laura teased, grinning at him and smoothing down a patch of hair he had missed at the back. “Rather surprised to see you on your own?” But before he could respond, Betty moved to the front and clapped her hands for everyone’s attention.

“Welcome!” she beamed at her guests who were a mixture of family, neighbours and friends from various different places. Ryan looked around for Cat and spotted her a few feet away stood with a posh-looking, well-dressed couple in their mid to late forties who he took to be her parents. Seeing her glancing over in his direction, he tried to give her a little wave but she responded with the briefest nod of acknowledgment then turned back to look at Betty. “As you know,” she continued warmly, “this has been a year of celebration for our family as we have welcomed our first great-grandchild, Cindy-Lou Hopper!” The guests gave a round of polite applause and Better looked around for Emma as if to ask her to bring the baby forward but then giggled and put her hand to her mouth when her older granddaughter mimed sleeping. “Oops, seems our guest of honour is having a little nap!” she chuckled. “Well, I’m sure those of you who haven’t already will all get a chance to meet her later! Now, where’s my other lovely granddaughter? Amelia, sweetheart?” she called, craning her neck as she tried to look amongst and over the group of guests at the same time. Everyone, including Josh and his family, looked around for her, thinking she should be easy to spot in her white outfit and distinctive hat.

“What have you done with her?” Laura teased. “Didn’t wear her out, did you?”

“She said she’d be right down.” Josh replied a little sheepishly. “I don’t know why…”

“Here!” Amelia’s voice carried over the small crowed and she waved her hand then pushed her way politely through to join her grandmother at the front. “Sorry!” She giggled, a little out of breath. Had to… I was in the bathroom!”

“Oh well you’re here now!” Betty chuckled, putting her hands lovingly and slightly possessively on the young girl’s shoulders. Off to the side, the catering team were doing the final checks on the coals and cooking equipment and setting up the spitting bench while Candice stood watching them with interest and clear excitement. “As some of you already know,” Betty continued, “but many of you do not, my young granddaughter Amelia has volunteered to be the celebratory roast at her new niece’s Christening in May, isn’t that sweet of her?” The guests all clapped with a little more enthusiasm than they had for the absent baby. “We just know she’s going to be absolutely delicious!” She beamed indulgently down at Amelia who looked back up at her with the same kind of loving smile. “And to help her prepare, so she knows what to expect when her big day comes, I’ve hired the same company that will be preparing her to cater our party here tonight. Let’s have a big hand for the team at SB catering and of course our meat-girl tonight, Candice!” The naked teen stepped forward with a grin and waved as she received the most enthusiastic applause of the evening so far. Amelia felt a small pang of jealousy but realised it was only right that Candice get to be centre of attention for the moment and that her own time would come.

Her speech concluded, Betty stepped back to rejoin her guests, standing at the front and guiding Amelia with her, hugging her from behind with her arms folded just below the future meat-girl’s chest. Although part of her wished that she could be standing with Josh to watch the spitting, it was nice to have this attention and affection from her grandmother.

“You two!” Betty called over to Ryan and Erin. “Come and join us at the front, dears, so you get a good view!” Ryan felt a little torn. On the one hand, he didn’t want to be seen as “one of the children” in front of Cat who apparently already found him comically young but, on the other hand, how could he pass up a front row view of the spitting? The crowd parted and smiled indulgently at the siblings, beckoning them forwards. Ryan shot a look over towards Cat who winked and tilted her head towards the front with a slightly lopsided smile, encouraging him to go.

“Come on!” Erin grabbed his hand, unaware of the other arrangements he had entered into. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go!” Having received the go-ahead from his future fuck-buddy, Ryan followed his sister to the front where they stood either side of Amelia and her grandmother to watch the show. Taking advantage of having her husband to herself for a little while, Laura put and arm around his wait. He put his around her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her.

The spitting bench was made from steel and chrome and had a long, cushioned middle section, covered with the same, easy to clean plastic faux-leather as gym mats. At the front of of the red cushioned strip was a black plastic chin cup and either side of this, on arms sticking out to the side, were handles like those of a bike but upright for the meat-girl to grip onto.

Towards the back were two adjustable keeling pads with the same red cushions as the main bench and angled smooth metal foot-rests behind them. On the handles, kneeling pads and across the middle were thick rubber straps with sturdy velcro fastenings to hold the piggy still once she was in place, not for restraint in the traditional sense but to keep her body from too much involuntary thrashing as she was impaled which might effect how long she was able to survive over to coals and impact the quality of her meat. The entire thing was angled so that the meat-girl’s rump would end up higher than her head, the chin-cup ensuring that the spit would have a straight path to travel through her body.

Once the uniformed young man who was in charge of setting up declared it ready, Candice stepped forward to another wild round of applause from the guests. Grinning, she took a little bow before lowering herself onto the bench, the A-grand stamp on her rump nicely visible to all the guests. Amelia watched with interest, licking her lips a little, as the naked teen was helped into place by the young man and another female worker then strapped down securely. As if to prove that she was firmly in position, she wriggled her shoulders and wiggled her toes but was unable to move much else. Another woman, slightly older than the other workers but still under thirty, her light brown hair in a short, sensible ponytail, stepped forward with the spit and positioned the tip carefully between the plump lips of Candice’s eager young cunt.

The guests, who had been clapping and cheering as the outgoing young girl posed and mounted the spit now fell silent. This was the first experience many of them had of the reality of girls as food. It had been in the UK for eight years but was far from common and most people had yet to try any. With their recent experiences and plans for the near future, it was hard for Laura, Josh, Erin, Ryan and Amelia to remember how unusual this still was and that their own first taste of girl-meat had been just over a week earlier!

Perhaps, they all wondered, some of the people here had not believed that it was real, that it was some kind of prank or stunt and that the oiled up girl would simply go shower off and get dressed while normal meat was served in her place but there was absolutely no denying the reality of what they were seeing as the spit moved deeper and deeper into the restrained but clearly very willing young girl. There were others, of course, who would have been drawn to accept the invitation specifically because of what was on the menu, eager to witness and experience this relatively new trend for themselves, excited by the prospect of watching a real girl impaled and roasted before getting to feast on her flesh. There would be others still, although probably fairly few among the crowd, who were seasoned connoisseurs of girl-meat and were simply looking forward to the barbecue the way most people look forward to ordering their favourite dish at a restaurant or their favourite fast food combo meal.

The spit was about half way in now, the experienced caterer slowly rotating it as she pushed to keep its passage smooth. Candice was clearly in some discomfort if not outright pain, trying not to let it show on her face but unable to suppress the occasional wince or light grimace but she did not cry out, beg for the caterer to stop, not that it would have done any good for her to do so at that point as the internal damage done by the spit would already be too much to survive, nor make any effort, however vain, to break out of her restraints. Although this part was not especially fun, she was clearly still very happy to be a meat-girl and looking forward to being enjoyed by the guests. The woman pushing the spit gave a nod to the young man and he went and squatted down in front of Candice’s face, holding the sides of her head in his hands and talking to her softly in a low voice that was too quiet for the guests to hear but clearly offering words of encouragement and assuring her that the worst part would be over soon. The meat-girl coughed and Amelia noticed flecks of blood fly onto the man’s shirt, making it clear why their uniform was black, then the spit appeared between her lips, forcing her mouth open and scraping against her teeth as it completed its journey.

The spit coming to a stop seemed to release something in the audience of guests who seemed to have collectively been holding their breath during the spitting and they spontaneously burst into cheers and applause far louder than any so far. Knowing that she would be roasted in the Church grounds, Amelia wondered whether her own audience would be so enthusiastic when her time came or whether the gravitas of the location would make them feel the need to act with more decorum. Still, it was to be a celebration and people love to celebrate Christenings and Weddings with loud enthusiasm even in or just outside the Church so she was sure she would get her share of encouraging applause, even if it were not quite so raucous as this!

To be continued...