Watching with deep personal interest, Amelia expected the straps to be released next so that the meat-girl’s arms and legs could be fixed to the pole but first the caterer who had been in charge of the spitting picked up a metal piece from the table of tools. It was a steel rod, only about half an inch thick but around nine or ten inches long, rounded at one end and bent over at the other so that it travelled at ninety degrees for about an inch and a half. It was welded onto a large metal ring that had a thumb-screw at the bottom. The caterer smeared the long part of the rod with oil then slipped the ring over the back end of the spit then slid it up until the round tip nestled between Candice’s firm, meaty buttocks. The then had the young man pull them apart and quickly slid the pole all the way into the meat-girl’s tight ass. Amelia did not blame Candice when she saw her eyes going wide as this happened. The woman then tightened the thumb-screw to lock it into place. Only then were the cuffs slid onto either end and the impaled girl’s arms and legs released so that her wrists and ankles could be strapped into them, Finally, the strap across her back was removed and she was lifted off the spitting bench onto the mounts over the coals where the spit was locked into place and immediately began to turn thanks to the electrical mechanism in the mounts.

“Excuse me.” Ryan broke away from his sister and friend as everyone surged forward for a closer look at the roasting girl. “I have to… go help someone with… something!” That was all the explanation he gave before taking off in the other direction to everyone else, leaving Erin and Amelia to shrug at each other blankly before giggling about the silliness of boys.

“Probably gone for a quick wank!” Amelia giggled. “That was pretty got to watch!”

Having stayed put when her parents moved forward with the others, Cat was easy to spot, standing on her own on the grass, looking around and hoping that her young conscript would not back out of their deal.

“Hi!” Ryan gave her a small, slightly shy wave. “Did you still want to…?”

“Fuck yeah!” Cat exclaimed. “Come on, let’s go while everyone’s distracted!” She did not take his hand as Amelia had done with Josh, just strode purposefully towards to house, trusting that Ryan would follow. Not knowing the layout of the house as well as Amelia, she entered through the French windows and went through the large living room which looked even bigger now that it was empty of people, out into the hallway and up the stairs with Ryan following close behind. As he followed her up the stairs he could not help taking in the soft, pale skin of her bare back and the deliciously round curves of her ass in the tight dress. “This one will do!” she declared, seeing the door to Amelia’s bedroom slightly ajar and pushing it all the way open. Hope there’s a… result!” she declared triumphantly, turning the lock once then were both inside.

“Did you want me to…?” Josh began to ask nervously, comfortable with the mechanics of intercourse but not quite sure how the build-up was supposed to go, having somewhat skipped any kind of foreplay with Ella and Lydia and got straight down to business.

“Just take your clothes off and lay on the bed.” Cat instructed, not unkindly. “As long as you can stay hard, I can do the rest.” Quickly, Ryan pulled off his shirt and threw it on the floor, noticing as he did so the pile of other clothes that he recognised as Amelia’s. This must be where she’s staying, he thought, but decided that she would not mind them borrowing her room for what was very likely only going to be a few minutes. With his shirt off, he sat on the edge of the bed and quickly kicked off his shoes without bothering to untie them then pulling off his socks with his toes, a habit he had enjoyed since teaching himself to do so at the age of four.

After unbuckling his belt, he hesitated. He had been naked at the party with lots of others and showered with his sister all the time, plus Lydia and Ella had certainly had no complaints about his size but they were girls his own age or younger and Cat was practically a fully-grown woman. Would she laugh when he not naked and think him a silly little boy, calling off the whole thing because the mood had been spoiled? No, he reminded himself, she had declared herself quite satisfied, even seemed pleasantly surprised, when she had felt him up earlier and she had made it very clear that she wasn’t interested in any of the adult men at the party so, taking a deep breath, he pulled off his trousers and underwear then got comfy in the middle of the bed. At first he felt awkward, unsure what to do with his arms. By his sides felt too stiff and formal. In the end he opted to put one across his chest and the other behind his head while he waited, hoping that Cat wasn’t going to expect him to keep his hands to himself! Getting hard, he was pleased to be able to show, was not an issue at all!

“Good boy!” Cat winked at him. “Nice wand, Weasley!” Normally this comment would have annoyed Ryan but now he just grinned. Stood at the end of the bed and facing him, Cat reached up behind her neck and untied the top of her dress, peeling the two straining triangles of fabric to reveal her magnificent teen breasts, big and firm as melons and with a barbel piercing through each nipple. “Like what you see?” she asked, pushing down the sides of her dress to reveal that her belly-button was also pierced then reaching behind to unzip the back of her dress and let it fall to the ground. Her panties were, unsurprisingly, a skimpy, gothic creation black lace. She peeled these off too, revealing her smooth vulva. “See?” she winked at him. “I keep myself oven-ready at all times!” She gave a small twirl to show off her shapely rump as well then straddled him on the bed. “I should have known these were going to get me eaten one day!” she declared, taking her hands and placing them on her boobs then carefully lowering herself onto him and starting to ride, just as Amelia had done with Josh. Unlike that pair of lovers, she made no effort to kiss him, using him instead simply as a warm, living sex-toy.

She closed her eyes as she rode him faster and faster, Ryan alternating between massaging her breasts like firm dough and pinching her pierced nipples. She moaned then gasped, bouncing faster on his pre-teen erection. She could feel him stiffen further and knew he was about to climax.

“Hold it!” she gasped, almost pleadingly as she rocked her hips more urgently. “Hold it just… a… second… YES!” she cried as she achieved her goal, a wave of pleasure flooding her body and relieving her pent-up frustration. “Good boy!” she gasped again. “Now do what you gotta do! I’ve been fixed!” she winked down at him. Ryan knew this meant it was safe to shoot his load inside her and he did with great relief, breathing heavily and sweating far more than he remembered doing with the younger girls.

“Thanks for that!” Cat stood up and was already pulling on her underwear. “You did a good job! Just what I needed! Hope you worked up an appetite for some roast Girl too?”

“Should I, um… Can I have your number?” Ryan asked tentatively.

“Why?” Cat raised an eyebrow at him. “No offence but you’re eleven years old and I’m roasting in a few weeks so I really don’t see wedding bells in our future!” Relenting a little, she leaned over and kissed him tenderly for the first time, her big, warm breasts resting on his chest. “Listen,” she smiled, “you’re a good kid and you’ll make someone a great boyfriend one day but for now, just stick to fucking those little meat-girls across the street, or that cute sister of yours!” She stood up, grinning. “Come on,” she urged, “we’d better get back down before anyone misses us!”


To be continued...