Since she was a fair bit smaller than Kerry, Katie’s spit had been mounted a little higher than Kerry’s so that they would both be ready to serve around the same time. It was now lunch time and although the children from both schools had to stay behind the barriers set up around the edges of the field, many did come down for a look and all the teachers, as promised, were allowed a portion of roast Girl for their lunches. Since the children on their breaks still needed supervising, they had worked out a sort of shift pattern between them, where half from the junior school and a third from the secondary would come at a time. They knew the prestigious cuts would be reserved for the dignitaries and guests anyway but they were happy, or at least curious, to get a small taste, their first in many cases, especially since girl-meat, its history, cultural impact and the industry around it would now be a major part of their school’s focus and curriculum going forwards!

More press photographs and pieces of footage were taken of the roasted girls, removed from the pits and now resting in the carving mounts, and with the two head teachers, Hunter and Josie, the mayor and the school governors in various combinations in front of them then finally it was time to start serving!

The guests were encouraged to queue to the left where a small table was set up so that plates, knives and forks, real ones rather than disposable for this more prestigious occasion, could be handed out, each plate with a bread roll on it too, then the system was that the guest would collect their allocation of meat then move to the buffet-style table on the right where they could help themselves to sides and condiments. Hunter and the Mayor, as the guests of honour, would be served first but everyone else started to line up in no particular order. Noticing Mr Harcourt positioning himself quite close to the front of the line, Hunter approached him and, guiding him by the elbow, walked him away from the queue on the pretext of discussing what kind of set-up could be arranged for a food festival on the field the following Summer, walking him around the edge and up to the edge of the junior school playground, suggesting that some stands could be set up on there too. The principal seemed a little confused and put out but gamely engaged in the discussion until Hunter, noticing that everyone including the first batch of teachers from both schools were now patiently queuing, walked him back to the line but instead of returning him to the spot he had collected him from, dropped him off at the back. He would not be the last to be served, of course, since other teachers would be coming but the message was clear and, when Hunter took his leave, explaining that he was needed up front, the defeated head teacher did not protest and simply took his place behind his other staff members.

“So,” Josie grinned when Hunter re-joined her by the delicious-smelling, golden-brown roasts, taking up the carving set to make the ceremonial first cuts before delegating carving duties to her team, “I understand the two of you had an agreement?” Kerry was positioned facing upwards, her cute little tits that Hunter had so admired, proudly pointing towards the sky. Josie waved the tip of the knife from one to the other. “Which one was it? She said the mayor should have the other one!”

“You know,” Hunter chuckled, “I don’t think we ever got as far as confirming that, but since I’m pretty sure I was handling the left one at the time, let’s go with that!”

“You got it!” Josie grinned, pressing the fork through the crispy skin of Kerry’s perky little breast then slicing from the bottom upwards, separating it from her chest. One of her team quickly handed her a plate to set it on and she passed it to Hunter. “Don’t go anywhere yet!” she grinned. “There was another piece Kerry wanted you to have, totally not to make sure someone else didn’t get it, of course!”

“Of course not!” Hunter chuckled. “My li’l red would never be so petty!” He could not help licking his lips a little as Josie expertly carved Kerry’s deliciously plump fillet from around the spit and added that to the plate. “Of course you need some of this too!” She rolled the roasted carcass over in the mount and cut two thick slices of rump which she laid on an open bread roll for her employer. “Wow that is quite the feast!” Hunter exclaimed with genuine admiration. “Better call her mom and the mayor up for their share before we let everyone else have at it! What about little miss piggy over here?”

“Want some of her rump too?” Josie grinned, turning her attention to Katie. “You’re a growing lad after all!”

“Growing somewhere!” Hunter chuckled, patting his belly suggesting that he was likely to start growing outwards in that area if he wasn’t careful. “I guess I’ll have to hit the gym pretty hard this weekend! Hey,” he leaned in conspiratorially, noticing Mr Harcourt looking a little forlorn, tapping his foot impatiently at the end of the long line, “call Katie’s head-mistress up and split her fillet between her and her mom.” Josie did as he suggested and also served generous portions of rump to both mothers who each asked for a little of the other’s as well then went off to eat together, chatting happily and forming what looked to Josie like the beginnings of a lasting friendship.

Once the mayor, the junior school Head Mistress and the first few governors had been served, Josie passed the carving implements to a member of her team and returned to hosting duties. She had not taken any meat for herself just yet, waiting to ensure that all the guests were served first and also knowing that this would be far from her last opportunity to enjoy some girl-meat!

Gradually, once they had been served, the teachers took their girl-meat rolls back over to the school to relive their colleagues and let them come over to get their own lunches. Eventually, Mr Harcourt made his way to the front of the line and received some arm-meat from Kerry and some meat peeled carefully from Katie’s ribs. Not quite the luxury cuts he had been hoping for but a treat none the less.

Once had had finished eating, Hunter went over to chat to some of the girls from Kerry’s school who were leaning on the railings, watching with interest what was going on. Several asked for selfies with him which he was happy to pose for and, from the comments they made and thoughts they volunteered, it was clear that quite a few of them were downright eager to follow in Kerry’s footsteps and several more were not entirely against the idea. Next he spoke to some of the younger girls from Katie’s school and found just as much enthusiasm there as among the older girls. Eventually the school bell rang signalling the end of lunch time and all the pupils returned to their classrooms with the exception of two cute, fresh-faced, rather busty brunettes who stayed by the rail, watching and taking pictures on their phones.

“Don’t you ladies have classes to get to?” Hunter asked, flashing them his dazzling, charming smile. “I’d hate to see you getting in trouble on my account!”

“We’re in the sixth form.” one of them told him. “We don’t actually have any classes this afternoon! We just wanted to see what was going on over here!”

“Oh, right!” Hunter grinned. “Sixth form, huh? So you’re sixteen?” They both nodded cheerfully.

“Well, she is.” one explained, in an almost apologetic tone. “I’m seventeen. But only just!”

“Huh.” Hunter gave a thoughtful nod. “Well there’s plenty of meat left if you’d like to come try some?” he offered, unhooking the barrier panel they stood behind and opening it like a gate. “As my guest, of course.” he smiled charmingly as he ushered them through. “Then, who knows? If you two don’t have to be rushing off anywhere this afternoon, I’m sure we can think of some way to fill the time!”


The End