“That’s the plan.” Mollie smiled kindly. “And sure, you can do that. No obligation.”

“Should…” Selena hesitated. “Should I take my clothes off?”

“It might be better.” her mum observed. “I don’t know what the inside of the pot is like?” She looked questioningly at Mollie. “Could there be grease or soot inside?”

“Well I did rinse it out when we took it out of storage,” Mollie assured her, “but yeah, I can’t vouch that it’s safe to sit in with clothes on, especially a white shirt. But I was going to ask,” she turned to the rest of the room, “is everyone okay going outside like this? It’s fairly private but people do walk past sometimes.”

“We’re going to be naked at the party, right?” Carl shrugged. “So we might as well get used to being seen. That’s what I feel anyway.” he added quickly in an apologetic tone. “Don’t want to act like I’m speaking for everyone!”

“No, it’s for the best.” Lydia agreed. “And I’m sure those two munchkins don’t mind?” Having got a little bored with the grown-up conversation, the nude little cousins were now playing a clapping game together, the object of which seemed to be to get faster with each repetition of the rhyme until one or other of them was unable to keep up.

“Three little meat-girls, plump and sweet,
Naked, scrubbed and ready to eat!
One for breakfast, one for a treat,
And one for the barbecue ‘cos they’re just meat!”

The rhyme repeated over and over, the clapping and patting sequence becoming ever more frantic until they collapsed into fits of giggles and surrendered. After a few moments, they seemed to notice that everyone was watching them expectantly, presumably waiting for some kind of answer, and they grinned sheepishly.

“Well?” Mollie asked cheekily, knowing full well that they had not idea what had just been discussed. “What do you think?”

“Sorry!” Tara admitted with a giggle. “We weren’t really listening. What was the question?”

“They were asking if you mind going outside naked where everyone can look at your skinny bare butts!” Natasha teased playfully with no suggestion of meanness in her voice.

“Of course!” Poppy looked genuinely confused. “You have to be naked to be cooked, right?”

“That’s definitely another very valid point!” Mollie laughed. “Something up?” she asked, noticing the awkward way Carl was shuffling his feet and looking down.

“No!” He replied quickly. “It’s just… you know… if we’re going outside maybe I can catch you guys up in a minute or so? If I think very hard about something like changing a car tyre or try to remember the seven times table, it will probably go away.”

“I can think of more fun ways to deal with it.” Mollie observed with a coquettish smile and a shrug. “I’m sure someone here would be happy to help you out?” She had expected the volunteer to be either Lydia or Natasha but before they had a chance, both little girls had rushed forward again.

“Can we help?” Tara asked with adorably oblivious innocence.

“Yeah,” Poppy agreed, “what the matter?”

“Oh well I don’t know…” Mollie looked over at Sheila with concern but she just chuckled.

“Oh let them help him out!” she laughed. “It will be educational, and otherwise there’d be a good chance of them missing out all together!”

“Yeah we don’t want to miss out!” Poppy protested, although on what she could not have said. Tara nodded her emphatic agreement. “What do we have to do?”

“I don’t think…” Carl began to protest anxiously but Mollie put a finger to his lips.

“Ssh!” she soothed him. “Just relax and enjoy. Think of it as practice for when that thick, meaty sausage of yours gets eaten for real! Okay, girls,” she smiled, “so here’s what you need to do.” She lightly walking her fingers along the top of Carl’s erection. “I want you to lick his willy and balls, can you do that?” The girls giggled but nodded. “Then you can take it in turns sucking it!”

“Sucking it?” Tara asked. “What do you mean? Like a popsicle?”

“I’ll show you!” Selena suddenly spoke up, having removed her loosely-knotted school tie and already unbuttoning her shirt. “It’s fun and pretty easy!”

“And how would you know, young lady?” her mum asked archly with her arms folded across her chest, the stern expression on her face belied by the twinkle in her eye.

“I read about it in a Christian magazine article about things no good girl should ever too!” she responded flippantly, sticking her tongue out playfully. “Definitely haven’t been doing it to for extra allowance from Mr Miller next door or to try to get my grades up in Math class!” Chuckling, her mum shook her head. The revelation of her middle daughter being a little harlot hardly came as a shock and, in all honestly, it was nice to see her relaxing and wanting to join in with the others. Being rejected by the catering committee for her school fair had been quite a knock to her confidence and she had been very withdrawn and sullen these past few weeks.

While Mollie watched with interest as the pre-teen took her clothes off, starting with her blouse, then her skirt, then her bra followed by her shoes and socks and finally her panties, revealing her own slender but but very attractive figure with cute little buds like two halves of a fairly small lemon on her chest above her visible ribs and what could only be described as a very spankable rump, the younger girls set to work doing as they were told, with Poppy, her tongue all the way out of her mouth, licking up and down the length of Carl’s manhood while Tara, kneeling down, seemed to be attempting to bathe his scrotum with her tongue as if she were a mother cat and it her kitten.

“Put the end in your mouth,” Selena, now completely naked, instructed her little sister as she walked over to join them, “suck on it like a pacifier.” Giggling, Poppy tried to do as she was told and, while Carl did give a little gasp of pleasure, it really felt more funny than arousing. That changed, however, when Selena gently moved her little sister aside, suggesting she join their cousin in licking his swollen balls, knelt in front of him and unhurriedly gathered her hair over one shoulder, keeping it out the way, then took him in her mouth, taking him all the way to the back of her throat with experienced ease, caressing him with her tongue as she bobbed back and forth.

“Wow!” Natasha exclaimed admiringly, almost under her breath. “I knew she sucked a lot of cock but I had no idea she was that good at it!”

After a few minutes, Selena felt the signs that Carl was close to climax and drew back.

“Okay, you two!” she grinned to the younger girls. “I want you both to tickle the tip wit the ends of your tongues, like this!” She stuck out her own tongue, formed into a point, and wiggled it up and down in an almost lizard-like fashion. Giggling, the seven year olds did as they were told, with Selena pushing their heads close together so that their cheeks were smooshed against each other. After only a few seconds, the anticipated eruption came and Selena giggled at the surprised reactions of the younger girls as they found their faces and chests splattered with Carl’s hot, thick cream.

“Is that better?” Mollie asked, watching Carl’s member start to deflate a little and hang limp while remaining no less impressive in size. Clearly he was blessed with being a shower, rather than a grower! She picked up a pack of wet-wipes from the table where the disposable gloves and other equipment used for the inspections was kept and handed a couple to each of the little girls to get themselves cleaned up.

A few minutes later, Mollie led her naked guests and the two who remained clothed out into the corridor then down to the kitchen. The girl who Lydia had been washing when she came to fetch her was now hanging in two halves from meat-hooks in the ceiling, head, hands and innards removed. The little girls looked at the carcass in awe as they passed and everyone remarked on the delicious smell from the roasts that were nearly done and ready to be delivered, kept warm by a similar method to Marcia’s chiller on their way to their various destinations.

Once outside, Tara and Poppy gasped at the set-up, especially the large stew pot, and ran over to it for a closer look before running around the other props, wanting to take everything in at once. Standing close to the kitchen door but looking at the pot, Selena felt her perky pink nipples stiffen and she was sure that it was nor from the warm breeze that caressed her naked skin.

“So, can I try it?” she asked Mollie who stood close beside her, watching with indulgent pleasure as the little ones scampered around the cooking apparatus as if it were the world’s most fun playground. “See how it feels?”

“Sure!” the red-haired caterer smiled. “Follow me!” She led her over to the large, black pot and showed her the set of steps on one side, similar to the kind found in swimming pools but slightly more angled and hooked over the edge of the pot so that they could be removed when no longer needed. Holding Mollie’s hand for balance, the pre-teen climbed the steps and for a moment stood almost silhouetted at the top, the light blue summer sky with its wispy white clouds providing a beautiful backdrop. Then, very carefully, she stepped down into the pot, onto the rim around the inside then down so that her feet were in the bowl-like base and sat down, her head, pale shoulders and cute little tits visible above the rim.

Having noticed her getting in, Poppy and Tara ran over eagerly, excited to join her. Tara climbed the steps as her cousin had down while Mollie lifted a giggling Poppy into the air, noting how she weighed practically nothing, and swung her over the edge of the pot so that she could sit with her sister and cousin. Being considerably shorter than Selena, only their heads and the very tops of their shoulders crested the rim.

“Where would the water come up to?” Tara asked curiously, looking down.

“About here, normally.” Mollie explained, leaning in and drawing a line across her chest with her finger, more or less level with her pale, pink, penny-sized nipples.

“So everyone would get to see my tits while I cook?” Selena observed with a giggle.

“Until you pass out, yes!” Mollie chuckled. “The we’ll take your head off and let your body slide down. Once you’ve all lost your heads, we’ll put the lid on,” she indicated the large, convex iron disc which lay on the ground next to the pot, then your meat should boil away from your bones.”

“Why do you have to cut our heads off?” Poppy asked inquisitively. “Don’t they taste good?”

“It’s not that,” explained Mollie, “but rather to stop your hair ending up in the stew. Nobody like hair in their food, do they?” All three girls giggle. “The alternative is to shave you bald before you go in, but I don’t think you want that, do you?” The trio agreed that this would not be how they’d want to spend their last couple of hours of life!

“You mentioned sometimes people who aren’t actually going to cook sit in the pot for a bit?” Selena remembered.

“That’s right.” Molly nodded. “Really, until you pass out, you can get out at any time you want, although after a certain time you’d be pretty badly scalded, worse than any sunburn you’ve ever had!”

“Oh it’s not that!” Selena assured her quickly. “I’m pretty sure I want to be in the stew with the others, I was just thinking it might be fun for Lydia to get in with us for a while before it’s time for people to start cutting her up, and maybe Tasha too if she fancies it?”

“That’s really not a bad idea!” Mollie agreed. “What do you think, Lydia? Nice hot bath before the barbecue?”

“Sounds good to me!” Lydia grinned. “What about you?” she turned to the younger teen. “You up for it? Your fair isn’t before the party, is it?”

“Oh no!” Natasha replied. “I’ll definitely be there! And yeah, sounds like fun!”

“Maybe you could get in for a bit too?” Poppy suggested to Mollie. “I bet you’d add some nice flavour!”

“You know,” Mollie grinned, “I might just do that!”


To be continued...