Gourmet Garden Party
By
Edward Hyde
“Oh, here they come now!” Beth smiled, topping up Adeola’s wine glass and then her own from the bottle which sat on the patio table between them. The sound of the front door opening and the happy laughter of the younger women echoed through the house and out the French windows to where their mothers were sat. “Girls?” Beth called out, hopefully loud enough to be heard, “Can you come out here a minute?”

“What’s up?” Sarah asked with a smile, stepping out onto the patio with her arm around her girlfriend Helen, Adeola’s daughter. She grinned warmly at the two women. Sarah and Helen had been dating for nearly three years and had been friends for far longer and both really considered the other’s mother as a second one of their own. Both women were in their mid-twenties, tall and statuesque, some might say Amazonian, with big chests and plenty of junk in the trunk. Sarah was blonde with a honey-coloured hue to her skin which gave her something of a year-round tan but far more so in the Summer, more or less a slightly bustier clone of her mother, and Helen was of African heritage with chocolate-brown skin and long black hair which she wore in micro-braids like her mother, although she tended to let it hang loose while Adeola favoured head-scarves which usually matched her dresses, like the yellow and red garments she was wearing today. Adeola was a far bigger woman than her daughter but shared a lot of the same pretty facial features.

“We were gonna head out and get dinner,” Helen explained, “then maybe go dancing. We just came back for a quick shower and to get changed.”

“Since when did you two ever take a quick shower?” Beth teased and Adeola gave a knowing chuckle. Both girls grinned but had the good graces to look slightly abashed. “This won’t take long.” She promised them. “Come sit down a moment.” The girls did as they were asked and joined their mothers at the patio table under the large parasol. “So,” she explained, “Adeola and I have been planning a big party for all the neighbours, and some friends from out of town.

“Ah-ha!” Sarah grinned. “And you need us to be naked waitresses again?” Both girls had agreed to help out at another garden party Beth had thrown the previous Summer and had enjoyed themselves immensely handing out drinks and nibbles in nothing but bow-ties and dress-shoes. It had felt both liberating and exciting and both girls would have been more than happy to repeat the experience.

“Well not as such, no,” Beth smiled a little nervously and took a sip of her wine, “we want this one to be something even more special so we’d like, that is,” she chose her words carefully, “we were hoping you’d agree to be on the menu.” Everyone sat in silence for a few moments, the words hanging in the air. It was Helen who eventually broke the silence.

“You want to cook us?” she asked, more surprised than puzzled. “And serve us to your guests?”

“Well not just you, of course!” Beth assured her quickly. “That wouldn’t seem very fair! I’ll be doing my bit, sharing a stew pot with Emily and Laura from the book club, and we’ll hopefully be roasting Shelly and Andi but we were hoping you two would agree to be butchered so we could have some meat for the grill. Once everyone arrives, of course.” she added. “You’ll get to show off just like the youngsters!” The young women looked at each other and quickly joined hands under the table. In that moment, there was an unspoken agreement between them that they would agree, but they did want to know a little more first.

“What about you, Umama?” Helen asked. “Are you cooking too?”

“No, honey.” Adeola smiled. “I’ll be the chef! I’ll have to recruit some assistants,” she chuckled, “I’m only one woman after all, but I’ll be in charge of the cooking!” Helen gave a sigh of relief. Not because she would have been upset at the idea of her mother cooking with her but rather because she was far and away the best cook she knew and if she was going to be prepared by anyone, she would want it to be her.

“Who would do the butchering?” Sarah asked, curiously.

“Mr Rogers who owns the shop on the high street.” Beth explained. “He and your dad play golf together sometimes. He’s very good!” Sarah nodded quietly. Cannibalism had technically been legal for a few years now, she knew that, but she didn’t know anyone who had actually partaken, either as diner or food. Yet that had not stopped her fantasising about it. In fact, she had to pinch her leg discretely to check that she was not dreaming, so closely did this conversation mirror some of her fantasies. But no, this was no dream! She really was sat in her back garden being asked by her mum to become meat for a block party, along with her sweet cousin Shelly who was sixteen and Helen’s fifteen year old sister Andi, both of whom would undoubtedly make great roasters, if how they had looked in their bikinis on the beach the week before was anything to go by! And her mother too, boiling to stew along with two ladies from her book club. It was quite a comical image and Sarah could not help allowing herself a little giggle at the thought of her mum and the other ladies catching up on the latest gossip while their bodies turned to meat!

“Have you asked the other girls yet?” she asked after a moment or two.

“I spoke to Andi an hour ago,” Adeola confirmed, “and she is very much up for it. She was going to call Shelly and ask her. I told her not to contact either of you until we had a chance to discuss it with you.” The young women nodded. This made sense, ever since they had started dating, Shelly and Andi had become thick as thieves, always looking forward to the two or three times a year Shelly came to stay with Sarah and her family and talking a lot on line in between. Helen squeezed Sarah’s hand again and they exchanged another look, nodding almost imperceptibly at each other.

“We’re in!” Helen announced for both of them. “When’s the party?”

“The last Saturday in August.” Beth informed them. “End of the Summer season. That meant three weeks to the day. Three more weeks of life before they were chopped up, cooked on an outdoor grill and served up to their hungry neighbours.

“Can’t wait, Mum!” Sarah got up and hugged Beth, then Adeola, while Helen did the same starting with her own mum. “Well we’d better get ready to head out!” she grinned. “Gotta get fattened up for the party!”

“So,” Helen grinned wolfishly when they were alone together in the bathroom, “my little meat-girl is finally getting her wish!” Sarah had been quite open about her fantasies with her lover, especially since the party last Summer where they had been nude waitresses together and it had been very easy for Sarah to imagine that they were really both on the menu. Since then, they had often role-played with Helen in the role of hungry predator and Sarah her willing prey.

“And you with me!” Sarah put her arms around her neck and kissed her deeply. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Hey, not gonna let you have all the fun on your own!” Helen grinned. “I just hope we get to see the others on the spit before we get the chop!” She licked her lips hungrily, imagining her little sister and Sarah’s pretty cousin impaled and turning slowly over the coals.

It did not take very long at all for both young women to be completely naked and exploring each other’s bodies with their hands. This time, however, it had an added intensity to it, one that had not even been fully present when Helen would pretend to be getting ready to eat Sarah. Now they both knew they were meat for real. Their enviable young bodies were food. Every stroke, caress or squeeze felt like they were checking for quality and tenderness. Somehow they made it into the shower and, after a few moments to get themselves nice and wet, began to lather soap over each other.

“Just think!” Helen exclaimed as she massaged Sarah’s firm, heavy breasts. “These are going to be cut off and grilled. Do you think they’re going to cook them whole or slice them up?”

“Mm either could work!” Sarah breathed heavily, imagining both options. “They’d take a long time to cook whole! Maybe wrapped in foil and put straight into the coals like baked potatoes?”

“They’re a bit bigger than potatoes!” Helen teased. “Baked grapefruits, maybe?”

“You can talk, with those honeydew melons on your chest!” Sarah giggled, rubbing frothy soap over the body parts in question then slipping her hands around Helen’s back and down to her big, meaty rump. “I don’t think anyone’s going home hungry!” she gave her cheeks a squeeze.

“I’d say not!” Helen laughed. “Turn around and let me wash yours!” Sarah did as she was told and closed her eyes, loving the feeling of being washed by her lover’s strong but gentle hands.

The next weeks passed quickly and felt surprisingly normal. Of course Beth began to obsess over the state of the house and Sarah found herself roped into helping clean whenever she had any free time but that was just typical for when her mum was expecting guests of any kind. Of course the younger girls had both excitedly agreed. It was far more normalised for girls their age after all, and all the equipment needed had been hired for delivery two days before the party to make sure there were no issues or last-minute hitches. Sarah and Helen’s dad, as well as the husbands of the two other ladies who would be joining Beth in the stew, agreed to take it in turns manning the grill, partly so that they could all have a chance to show off their barbecuing prowess as men like to do but also so that nobody got tied to the task and everyone could relax and enjoy the party. To assist with the rest of the cooking, Adeola recruited some of the older women she knew who, while not necessarily experienced in cooking humans, were at least known to be famously good cooks. Mr Rogers, the butcher, had offered to perform the spitting of the two teenagers as that was something that did require a certain level of skill and experience so, all in all, the plans shaped up nicely.

“It looks smaller than I expected!” Sarah observed, looking at the black metal stew-pot that her mum and her friends would be cooking in as it stood on the patio over burner ring hooked up to a gas bottle. “You’re all going to be kinda cosy!”

“That’s part of the fun!” Beth giggled. “And I think it’s bigger than it looks. Here, see?” She looked over the edge and beckoned Sarah closer to see. “There’s a sort of seat around the edge to make it more comfortable.” The inside of the currently-empty pot reminded Sarah of a hot tub but about half the diameter. “There’s a lid that can go on when we’re, you know!” Beth smiled and Sarah’s eyes drifted to the rack of metal spikes which currently had tennis-balls impaled on the ends for safety but, by the end of the party, would be sporting the severed heads of the three women.

“What’s gonna happen to your heads?” Sarah asked curiously. “Are you going to have them made into toys?”

“Goodness me, these wrinkly old faces?” Beth laughed. “Who would want that? No, whoever wants them can take them home and hang them out for the birds! Now yours on the other hand,” she smiled at her daughter and lifted her chin slightly with the side of her index finger, raising her pretty face, “Adeola and I were talking and we thought they might make nice keep-sakes for your Daddies? Whether Henry will keep yours and Lucas Helen’s or if they’d rather swap, that will be up to them!” Sarah giggled at the idea. She had often looked at the taxidermied heads in the window of the shop down town, always wondering if she was going to see anyone she knew, although she never had. The thought of her head being preserved to give pleasure and kept as a precious memento but her Dad, or passed around between the two fathers and even among their friends, gave her a special thrill! “Would you like that?”

“Yeah,” Sarah nodded, “I think so anyway. Anyway, it’s not like I’ll have any use for it any more!” she added with a giggle. “But you’re not wrinkly!” she scolded her mum. “You shouldn’t say things like that! You look great and I just know you’re going to be delicious!”

“You’re too sweet!” Beth smiled warmly then kissed her daughter on the cheek. “Do you think we should go help them?”

“No,” Sarah giggled as they looked across the garden to the end of the lawn where the two dads were attempting to assemble the double spit and roasting pit over the section of earth where they had carefully removed the grass which was now stacked in neat squares by the side of the shed, “they were pretty adamant they know what they’re doing and you know they’ll only get cross if we try to interfere!”

“Oh yes!” Beth giggled as her husband swore loudly, followed by the unmistakable clanking of a metal structure collapsing. “Wouldn’t want them getting cross, would we? I guess we’d better go inside!” The grill was also on the patio, at the opposite end from the stew pot and next to the outdoor bar which was not rented but rather a permanent fixture, usually covered over with its own tarp when not in use and the butchering area, including a wide frame from which both girls could be hung for slaughter and gutting, was at the far end of the lawn opposite what would eventually intended to be the roasting pit. It had been agreed that all the meat would mingle while the guests arrived, handing out drinks and generally showing off the menu, then the teens would be spitted and the women helped into the pot then finally Helen and Sarah would be butchered, on the logic that their meat would take the shortest amount of time to cook once parted out.

Unsurprisingly, Helen stayed over in Sarah’s room the night before, while Shelly and Andi took the spare room. Shelly’s parents had been invited to the party, of course, but they would be arriving with the other guests and had no part to play in the prep so it was decided that Shelly should stay with Sarah’s family the night before. Once she heard that her friend would be staying over, and that her sister would be there too, Andi insisted on spending the night at Sarah’s house too, which Adeola and her husband were happy to permit as it made a good deal of practical sense. Emily and Laura, Beth’s friends from the book club who would be joining her in the pot, would be arriving with their husbands about half an hour before the guests were due so that they could get ready to welcome them with the rest of the meat.

“What the…?” Helen asked sleepily, stirring as what had to be the first rays of dawn pushed their way through the gap between the curtains.

“Huh?” Sarah asked, still half way between awake and asleep.

“That noise!” Helen pointed out. “What’s going on?”

“Probably our dads still trying to build the spit!” Sarah teased, her eyes still closed and not convinced that she was ready to be awake yet.

“Wouldn’t surprise me honestly!” Helen sat up in bed, now fully awake. “No, wait. It’s coming from the kitchen. She slipped out of bed and went to the door and, realising that her chances of going back to sleep were now minimal and that it was her last day of life after all so she should probably make the most of it, Sarah yawned and stretched then got out of bed to follow her. Neither had worn anything to bed, of course, and as they would be spending the rest of the day naked anyway, in front of far more than just immediate family, neither girl saw the need to cover up before heading downstairs to investigate.

“Umama?” Helen asked in surprised confusion as she followed the noise to the kitchen, Sarah following closely behind. Adeola was already hard at work chopping vegetables while Beth stood next to the sink, wearing an apron and nothing else, washing ingredients.

“Good morning honey!” Adeola looked up with a smile. “Excited for your big day?” Beth stopped what she was doing and turned to smile at them too but not before both girls had managed to get a good look at her rump. It was maybe not as big as either of theirs and not as toned but it was still shapely and hard to miss. There would definitely be plenty of good meat in the stew.

“It’s… what time even is it?” Helen asked, squinting a little. It was clear from the amount they had already done that the mums had not just started and had been hard at work for at least half an hour already. Probably more.

“Nearly six forty-five.” Beth provided the answer after glancing at the clock above the stove.

“Why are you both up already?” Helen asked. “The party doesn’t start until three and your friends aren’t arriving until two at the earliest!”

“Well there’s lots to do!” Beth explained in her normal, businesslike fashion. “Better to be ready too early than having to rush around at the last minute to get everything finished.” The young women could not fault the logic of this argument although to have started this early still felt excessive. “Are the little ones awake yet?”

“I doubt it!” Helen shook her head in amused despair. “I doubt anyone sensible is awake yet!”

“Watch your mouth, young lady!” Adeola waved the knife in her direction but without any real anger. Helen put her hands up in mock surrender.

“Okay! Okay! Don’t kill me! Leave that to the professionals!” She gave a little chuckle. “What time did you get here anyway?”

“Half past five.” Adeola confessed, resuming her chopping. “Beth was up already and she messaged to see if I was awake so I came over to help get a head start on the preparations! Now are you two going to make yourselves useful or are you going back to bed? Either way, don’t just stand there in the way!”

“I think we’ll go back to bed if that’s okay?” Helen asked after glancing at Sarah who nodded her agreement.

“Okay dears.” Beth smiled sweetly while Adeola tutted and returned her focus to her work. “We’ll come and get you about nine o’clock, okay? Then we can all have a light breakfast together and I think Daddy wants to get some photos of us all before the party.”

“Sounds good!” Sarah smiled. “See you both later! Don’t work too hard!” This was met with a light chuckle from Beth and another tut from Adeola but an amused-sounding one. “Let’s go check on the piglets!” Sarah suggested with a giggle as they headed back up the stairs. Helen agreed readily.

“Think we should knock?” Helen asked as they stood outside the door of the spare room.

“Nah!” Sarah giggled then paused for a moment to listen. A most un-ladylike snore issue from within. “I don’t think it would be much use anyway!” Stifling their giggles, the two naked lovers carefully opened the door and slipped inside. The curtains were drawn but enough light shone through them to make out the scene in the room. Unlike them, both younger girls appeared to have gone to sleep in over-sized T-shirts, although Andi’s had ridden up as far as her belly, leaving her plump fillet and thick thighs fully exposed as Shelly seemed to have managed to steal the whole duvet and was cocooned in it. A second or two later, another snore left them in no doubt about the culprit and they both giggled at the incongruity of such a sound coming from Shelly’s cute little face.

“Do you mind?” Sarah asked, looked hungrily at Andi’s smooth fillet which glistened appetisingly between her slightly parted legs.

“Be my guest!” Helen gestured with a grin then sat on the wooden end of the bed to watch as her lover carefully straddled the sleeping teen and lowered her head then began to lick. Andi moaned softly in obvious contentment but without waking up. Unlike Shelly, she did not yet have a serious boyfriend and the spit would be her first true lover. Shelly’s boyfriend, a sweet kid named Mike, had agreed to her roasting on the condition he get to attend the party and that he be the one to get to enjoy her fillet, conditions to which she had enthusiastically agreed. Despite her relationship, however, Sarah was sure that she and Andi would have had some fun together last night and she was reasonably certain that it would not have been the first time.

Giving another monstrous snore, Shelly flung herself onto her back, somehow in the process throwing the duvet onto the floor. Taking her opportunity, Helen moved to the side of the bed and gently slipped her hand up under the teen’s shirt, gently massaging her perky breast which, although significantly smaller than Sarah’s, was still firm and shapely. Although she was a little younger, Andi’s chest was bigger and she was very proud of it. If she had lived a few more years, it was likely that she would have overtaken Sarah and quite possibly Helen too but of course that would not be happening now! Lightly, teasingly, Helen pinched Shelly’s nipple and she opened her eyes and looked up in surprise at her cousin’s beautiful lover who was currently caressing her chest with far more finesse than Mike ever managed, although he tended to make up for it in enthusiasm. Grinning cheekily, Helen put a finger to her lips to advise her to stay quiet then took her hand and guided her to sit up so that she could pull her T-shirt off, leaving the teen spit-roaster as naked as Sarah and herself. Pulling her close, practically onto her lap, Helen kissed her deeply.

As Sarah continued to pleasure her, Andi stirred just enough for Sarah to get her out of her T-shirt, making it easier to massage her ample chest as her tongue continued to do its work between her legs. Unlike Shelly, who was fully awake and making the most of the situation, Andi chose to lay back with her eyes closed and simply enjoy as the waves of pleasure washed through her delicious young body. She had not confessed this to anyone, but the thought of being naked while she roasted, her hands secured leaving her utterly unable to even try to preserve her modesty while dozens of people looked at her was a huge part of the appeal of volunteering, potentially even more so than than actually getting to roast and let her tender, succulent meat be shared and enjoyed as somehow felt only right.

“Want to swap?” Helen asked cheekily once Andi let out a very satisfied sigh of climax.

“Sure!” Sarah wiped her mouth and looked hungrily at her young cousin. She and Helen swapped places on the bed, pausing as they passed to share a passionate kiss, then Sarah took Shelly in her arms. She had held her before of course, cuddled her, even felt her cute little budding tits when she was younger and had shared her bed when the family came to stay, snuggling in as her little spoon, and this was not the first time they had been naked together either, having shared showers and baths on several occasions. But this time it was different. This time she was not holding her as a cousin, even one that she felt comfortable taking what could be considered liberties with. This time she was a fellow piggy on the last morning of her life and if that meant anything, it meant that all bets were off. All normal rules of propriety, familial or otherwise, suspended.

Now fully awake, Andi put her arms around her sister’s neck and kissed her deeply, their lovely breasts crushed against each other while beside them on the bed, Sarah and Shelly shared a kiss while Sarah used her extremely skilled “magic” fingers to give her young cousin the most powerful orgasm of her relatively short life.

At nine o’clock, finding Sarah’s room empty, Beth went to check in the spare room and found the girls in a sweaty, tangled mess on the bed, exhausted and half asleep but still caressing each other lovingly. It was a beautiful image and for a moment Beth wished she had brought her phone with her so she could capture the memory but, she reminded herself, she only had a few more hours left to live too so would not be able to look back on it if she did. Instead she satisfied herself with leaning over the bed, still wearing nothing but her apron, the most she would wear for the rest of her life, and kissed them all in turn, sweetly and lovingly, to wake them up.


To be continued...