“Well li’l red,” he grinned, flashing her perfect, unnaturally white teeth, “just call me the Big Bad Wolf because I want to eat you all up!”

“Well you’ll get your chance in a couple of hours!” Kerry giggled.

“Well lucky old me!” Hunter grinned again then, to her surprise but not displeasure, he reached out and lightly squeezed her left breast as if it were a piece of fruit in the supermarket then ran his thumb over her perky, pink nipple. “Please tell me one of these has got my name on it?”

“I’m afraid I won’t be in a position to supervise who gets what when I’m served,” Kerry giggled again, find it in equal parts amusing and arousing to discuss herself as food, “but you’re in charge, right? You’re, like, the big boss in this country? You can have whatever you want, right?”

“I guess I can!” he winked at her. “Hey, Josie?” he called over to his latest branch manager. “Can li’l red and I have the room for a bit?” The question hung pregnantly in the air for a few moments as the two smartly-dressed adults exchanged looks. Eventually Josie broke the silence.

“Is that okay with you, Kerry?” she asked in a kind tone. Although not entirely sure what Hunter had in mind, the pre-teen meat-girl was fairly sure it was something intimate that he wouldn’t want a lot of people around for. Despite the fact that he seemed very keen on cooking and eating her, Hunter didn’t strike Kerry as the sort of man who would hurt her or force her to do anything she didn’t like. Besides, she reasoned, it wasn’t like the tent was in the middle of nowhere. If she screamed, people from both schools would likely hear her.

“Sure!” She nodded, smiling politely, trying not to make her excitement too obvious although the way her delicious, puffy nipples were threatening to poke someone’s eye out made her efforts a little redundant. It wasn’t like she could blame it on the cold, although perhaps she could put it down to the anticipation of being eaten. Josie stood silently for a moment, looking her in the eye for any hint of unhappiness, any silent cry for help, but say none.

“Okay everyone!” she clapped her hands. “Coffee, donuts and bacon rolls in the school canteen! Be back in forty minutes!” The crew all happily downed tools and headed out for their breakfast. “I’ll look after Katie.” She smiled at Hunter and Kerry. “I can promise you twenty minutes, don’t know about anything longer than that.”

“That should be plenty!” Hunter winked at Josie, taking both of Kerry’s hands in his. “See you later!” Shaking her head in amusement while smiling like an indulgent grandparent, Josie followed the remaining crew members out of the tent to find the other star of the day and, most likely, rescue her colleague from her constant questions about the spit then zipped up the opening behind her, leaving the rather mis-matched couple alone.

“So, you like sausage?” Hunter asked with a wolfish smile. As young as she was, Kerry was not so naive as to assume he was talking about her dietary preferences.

“I’ve never had it,” she replied quietly, “not that kind anyway!” But then added with a bright smile, “But heck, I’ll try anything once! After all,” she giggled, “even if I don’t like it, I won’t have to regret it for long!”

“That’s the spirit!” Hunter ruffled her hair. “Okay li’l red, let’s have you down on your knees!” Kerry did as she was told, kneeling in front of him on the soft grass of the playing field, making her realise for the first time the strange sensation of being outdoors and indoors at the same time!

“Is… Is this legal?” the twelve year old asked a little nervously as Hunter unzipped the fly of his expensive cream suit and reached inside.

“I guess it’s something of a grey area,” he admitted, pulling out his hard, impressively large member, “bur as you’re gonna swallow the evidence and I plan on eating the only witness, I don’t think we need to worry too much, do you?” Kerry couldn’t help giggling. She reached out and took the engorged organ in her warm, soft hand and began to stroke up and down.

“What do I do?” she asked, hoping her incredibly wealthy, incredibly handsome companion would not judge her inexperience. “I mean, I know the basic idea but…”

“No problem!” Hunter assured her, stroking her hair with which he seemed so captivated. “I’m told I’m a pretty good teacher! Just put your lips around it softly and lick the tip.” Kerry did as he said, moistening her lips first then closing them around his member before caressing the tip with her tongue. “Good girl!” Hunter half exclaimed, half gasped. “Now keep up that tongue action and move your mouth further down. No need to impress me,” he assured her, “you already got the job! Just take as much as you’re comfortable with.” Kerry slowly, carefully, bobbed her head forward, continuing to caress Hunter with her tongue as she moved along the length. “That’s it!” He encouraged her. “Just like a popsicle!” The young meat-girl continued. Unsure what to do with her hands, she clasped them behind her back as if she were kneeling to be beheaded! As she pleasured Sidney’s big bother, she wondered how the spitting would actually feel and whether Sidney would have preferred that option if it has been available to her or if she would still have opted to be butchered.

“Hey, why is this…?” a small but cheerful voice came from outside the tent, closely followed by the sound of a zipper being pulled upwards. “Hey where is...Woah, sorry!” Katie giggled, crawling through the bottom of the flap then putting her hand to her mouth.

“Don’t stop!” Hunter ordered in an urgent voice, noticing Kerry’s alarmed hesitation. “Keep going, li’l red! Please!” Katie walked towards them curiously, watching with quiet fascination as Kerry took the last few seconds needed to bring Hunter to climax, her eyes going wide as his thick, hot cream filled her mouth but swallowing it instinctively then sucking the last few drops from the tip. As she pulled her head back, leaving Hunter’s still very hard erection exposed, now glistening with her saliva, Katie dropped to her knees beside her.

“Can I try?” she asked sweetly.

“Be my guest!” Hunter smiled at her. “Don’t know if I’ve got another load ready to go but a special kiss from a little cutie is always welcome!” Giggling, Kerry instructed the younger meat-girl what to do, noting with amusement that Hunter had to put a hand on her shoulder to steady himself as Katie enthusiastically pleasured him.

“So sorry!” Josie exclaimed, opening the flap a little further and ducking in then turning to close it behind her before paying any particular attention to what was going on. “One moments she was right beside me then she wasn’t! I hope she didn’t give you any bother? I did tell her to… Oh!” she exclaimed, finally seeing what her young charge was up to. “I guess she’s not spoiling your fun after all!”

“Fuck no!” Hunter practically shouted. “Keep going, honey! I think I got a mouthful for you after all!” Katie excitedly redoubled her efforts and was rewarded moments later as Hunter filled her sweet little mouth with his second, smaller and thinner but no less enthusiastic load. “Well I guess I’m really getting spoiled today!” he chuckled, finally making himself decent once more as Kerry got to her feet and Katie remained on the floor smiling up at him proudly.

“Let me just get you two cleaned up!” Josie chuckled, grabbing a wet-wipe from the makeup table and dabbing around both girls’ mouths, encouraging Katie to stand up and for both of them to brush the grass off their legs, hoping the tell-take indentations on their knees would fade quickly! “I guess this is as good a time as any to show you your costumes!”

“Both actually worn by Sidney herself!” Hunter informed them proudly. “After today’s event we’ll be putting them on display in your respective school reception areas like we do in all the restaurants! Luckily my little sister had a very big wardrobe!” he chuckled. In truth, due to the need to appear perfect on every occasion, Sidney rarely wore the same hat and boots more than once and certainly no more than three times, meaning that there were more than enough collected over the more than three years of her campaign for every new restaurant, hotel and now Academy to have their own set but that did not stop it being a special thrill for the girls whose faces lit up with excitement as Josie pulled out a large black and chrome case like the kind used to transport musical instruments or complex equipment.

Placing it on an empty table, she clicked the latches open and the girls leaned in to see.

“The boots have their own lining built in,” Josie explained, carefully lifting out the hats then the boots, standing them on the table for the girls to see, “so you don’t need to wear socks with them but we do have some of various thicknesses in case we mis-judged. So,” she smiled proudly, gesturing towards the two sets of hat and boots, the smaller of which were baby-blue, mirroring the darker blue of Katie’s school uniform, and the larger of which were white, “what do you think? We tried to pick ones that were in keeping with your school colours but also that we thought would suit your colouring!” Grinning from ear to ear, the girls first picked up the hats and tried them on, Katie tossing aside her own, flinging it like a Frisby into the corner of the tent now that a far more authentic one was available to replace it.


To be continued...