“Just to be sure,” Helen asked kindly, “you’re perfectly okay with roasting today? And with him moving on afterwards?”

“Of course!” Shelly nodded. “I mean, I hope he doesn’t forget me any time soon. We were each other’s first after all!” she blushed cutely.

“But you’re not going to be upset if he hooks up with someone else?” Helen pushed. Shelly shook her head.

“I signed up for this!” she shrugged. “In a way, I’m taking away his special fuck-toy so I can’t really get mad if he finds another, can I?”

“That’s the spirt!” Helen chuckled, nodding to Sarah to give her the go-ahead. “Come on.” She put one arm around Shelly and rested the other on her shoulder, scanning the crowd until she spotted the man she was looking for. “Let’s go see Mr Rogers and find out if he’s nearly ready for us yet!” As they made their way through the crowd of guests, Sarah headed off in the opposite direction, making a bee-line for a group of girls around Shelly’s age who, despite probably not knowing each other when they arrived, had gravitated towards each other the way people of similar age tend to at such events.

“Hey!” she smiled as she approached, pushing her chest forward a little. “Getting hungry yet?”

“Sure am!” a freckle-faced brunette replied with a grin and the other nodded their agreement.

“Awesome!” Sarah grinned. “Because I hear there’s some great meat on the menu today!” The girls all giggled. “Listen,” she leaned in conspiratorially, “I’ve got a big favour to ask, and whoever helps me out gets the first slice of these!” She cupped and jiggled her delicious, firm boobs, wondering even if she did so whether she had the authority to make such a promise but feeling sure that Adeola and the others would honour her wishes once she explained the reason. The girls all looked intrigued. “Are any of you ladies single?” About half of their hands went up. “And into boys?” Two hands went down but the rest remained raised. “Well, there’s a young man who is about to become officially single in, ooh, about half an hour.” she explained. “And although he’s been promised a nice juicy cunt steak all to himself,” the girls giggled again, “he’s not handling the whole thing as well as we hoped. So here’s the thing,” she leaned in a little closer, fostering a feeling of camaraderie with the young teens, “I need one of you to take him in hand, so to speak. Keep him distracted and, well, open his eyes to new possibilities. I’m not saying you have to marry him,” she chuckled, “or even make it anything long-term, just help him see that his girlfriend isn’t the only fish in the sea. Or should that be piggy in the field?” she asked with a grin, earning another giggle from her small audience.

“Who is it?” a slim blonde asked, looking around. The other girls seemed interested to know too.

“Over there,” Sarah pointed to the roasting area where Mike was helping her dad rake the freshly-lit coals so that they would burn more evening. “In the tie.”

“Oh he’s cute!” a pale girl with heavy eye-liner and dyed-black hair exclaimed.

“Hey, I saw him first!” the brunette who had been first to answer Sarah objected.

“Hey, I didn’t say this was a job for only one of you!” Sarah grinned cheekily. “Only for at least one! I asked you to keep him distracted while we spit his sweetheart. I’m sure it will be a case of the more, the merrier!”

“Deal!” the slim blonde grinned. “And we get to split your tit between us!”

“Sounds good to me!” Sarah laughed. “Wait here, I’ll go tell him you need to speak to him.”

The girls watched as Sarah made her way over to Mike and get his attention then point the group out to him. They could not hear what was said between them but Mike looked puzzled and Sarah played dumb, as if she had been asked to send him over but didn’t really know what they wanted to talk to him about. A curious expression on his face, Mike walked over to the girls while Sarah stayed to chat to her dad.

“Mission accomplished, I’d say!” Helen grinned a few minutes later as she saw a rather confused Mike being led into the house by four of the girls.

“Looks like he’ll have his hands full for a good while!” Shelly giggled, not feeling at all jealous. “And they’ll help him work up a good appetite!”

“Absolutely!” Helen agreed. “Speaking of which, it must be nearly time to get you two tender young piggies roasting!”

“Hey look!” Andi pointed out enthusiastically, joining the others where they stood, holding her empty tray by her side. “Your mum’s getting in the stew!” Quickly, the other three meat-girls looked towards the patio where Adeola was holding Beth’s hand to help her balance as she climbed the portable steps to get into the pot and carefully stepped over the rim, down onto the waiting seat. Laura was already in, her breasts seeming to float gently on the surface as she smiled up at her friend with her elbows resting on the rim of the pot like it really was a hot-tub.

“Let’s go watch!” Sarah grinned and the four of them scurried over, giggling, just in time to see Beth lower herself in with a satisfied sigh. A little shorter than Laura, she sank down up to her shoulders but her breasts still bobbed on the surface.

“That’s as high as they’ve been without some serious under-wiring in a while!” she giggled, to the amusement not only of her pot-mate but also Emily who was standing by, waiting her turn, and the two ladies Adeola had roped in to supervise as well as the various guests who stood around watching.

“Budge up, ladies!” Emily chuckled as she climbed the steps holding Adeola’s hand. “Wide load incoming!” The other two giggled and shifted closer together, never the less reinforcing Sarah’s observation that it was definitely going to be cosy in the pot. “Oh my!” Emily laughed as she lowered herself down onto the seat but her breasts, given that they were the largest of the trio and she was also the shortest, floated up nearly to her chin! “I guess I don’t have to worry about drowning!” she laughed. Her wide thighs were pressed against Laura on one side and Beth on the other, the six floating boobs squashed together gently bumping and rubbing against each other in the middle, but nobody was complaining, either about the experience from within the pot or with the view from outside.

The broth in which they were now simmering was mostly just water for the time being, with some herbs added for aroma and flavour. As time went on, Adeola and her team would add vegetables, stock and a kind of thick puree made from tomatoes and red wine but for now it was enough for the three middle-aged friends to sit and slowly tenderise as they enjoyed the hot, extremely intimate bath. Once they were all in and comfortable, Adeola passed around a towel for them to dry their hands then provided glasses of chilled white wine, promising that there was plenty more if needed. It really was quite a surreal and amusing image, watching the three ladies enjoying what looked very much like one of their typical book club meetings, as they often did on this very patio in the warmer months, but stark naked and sat in a stereotypical cannibal’s stew-pot!

“They look like one of those old cartoons!” Sarah observed with a giggle. “They just need explorer hats!” The four naked meat-girls giggled together then smiled respectfully as Adeola approached them with a ruggedly handsome man in his late fifties or early sixties with short grey hair, a moustache and big, strong-looking hands. Helen and Shelly knew him instantly, having met him earlier, and it was not difficult for Sarah and Andi to work out that this was Mr Rogers, the butcher.

“We meet again!” he shook Helen’s hand with a friendly half-smile that made his moustache twitch at one end then doing the same with Shelly.

“This is my younger daughter.” Adeola introduced Andi proudly. “Our other spit-roaster this afternoon.” Mr Rogers looked her up and down then nodded approvingly, shaking her hand too. “And Sarah, Beth’s daughter.”

“I see good meat runs in your family!” he chuckled warmly as he shook her hand. “Among other traits.” He glanced down rather pointedly at her chest. Sarah giggled.

“Shelly’s part of the family too.” She put her arm around the younger blonde. “She’s my cousin.”

“I can see the family resemblance!” Mr Rogers remarked in a complimentary tone. “So, are you all ready to be delicious?” All four girls nodded enthusiastically. “Good!” Mr Rogers nodded his approval. “We should get the younger ones on the spit first. Live cooking takes longer. Have you spoken to everyone you need to?” he asked of all of them in general but looking specifically at Shelly and Andi. “Does anyone need a few minutes?” Andi shook her head.

“Do you want me to go fetch Mike?” Helen asked kindly. “Did you want him to watch?”

“Well it would have been nice,” Shelly admitted with a sigh, “but honestly, the way he’s been acting, I don’t think he could take it! I plan on putting on a pretty good show!” she grinned. “Better to have him come watch me fuck the spit once it’s more of a done deal! Let him have fun with his new friends!” she giggled. “My roasted cunt will be waiting for him!” Sarah’s eyes went a little wide, not used to hearing her sweet little cousin talk quite so bluntly, but she knew very well that there was something about imminently becoming meat that tended to remove inhibitions and make girls a little more daring in language and behaviour than they might otherwise be!

“Yes, that’s probably for the best!” Mr Rogers gave a warm-hearted chuckle. “Some young men do have a bit of a hero complex and I’ve seen more than one barbecue complicated by a white knight attempting to launch a last-minute rescue attempt for his fair damsel, apparently failing to take into consideration that rescue is that last thing she wants and that she has been looking forward to her big moment for weeks or months. No,” he shook his head, “if you’ve managed to get him otherwise occupied, it’s best to leave him that way until your spitting is, as you put it, a done deal. Even the most chivalrous and optimistic of young heroes must concede that there is no coming back from a full spitting. You two want to come watch?” he asked the young women. “Then we can get you cut up and ready for the grill.”

The matter-of-fact way the butcher talked about what he was going to do to her and her lover gave Sarah a special thrill and the tingling between her legs which had really been building steadily since the first guests began to arrive blossomed into a full-blown flame of arousal. The two young teens confidently led the way towards the roasting area where the coals had now burned down to white with a reddish-orange glow around the edges meaning that the were ready to cook over. While there were two spits, however, and a double mount for them, there was only one spitting bench.

“So, um, who goes first?” Shelly asked as the majority of the guests, realising that something fun to watch was about to happen, began to drift towards the end of the garden where the roasting pit was set up. Most of them had been gathering around the patio to watch the mature meat climb into the pot but there was only so much interest three women in their mid to late forties sitting gossiping while drinking wine could hold, even if they were naked, so the spitting of two pretty, young teenage girls promised to be the far more entertaining spectacle.

“That’s a very good question!” Mr Rogers reached into his pocket and drew out a coin. “Who is the youngest out of the two of you?” Andi raised her hand. “Okay. Head’s or tails?” He made a fist and balanced the coin on his tucked-in thumb.

“Um…” Andi thought for a moment. “Heads!” Mr Rogers nodded then flipped the coin high into the air, catching it in the palm of one hand then tipping it onto the back of the other. With a showman’s flair, he paused for a second or two then lifted the hand that was covering the coin. “Heads it is! You’re first!”

“Wait just a moment!” Adeola came bustling over, standing with her arms folded between the girls and the spitting bench, effectively blocking their path. The young piggies looked at her with some confusion, as did Henry and Lucas who stood near the roasting pit ready to help lift the skewered meat over the coals. Sarah was a little puzzled too but Helen knew enough to recognise the hint of mischief in her mother’s eyes.

“What’s the matter?” Mr Rogers asked, breaking the awkward silence. “I thought it was the plan that these two would be spitted. That’s one of the things you asked me here to do. Has there been a change of plan or something?”

“Not at all!” Adeola shook her head then beckoned to two of the older women she had recruited as assistants. “But surely you can’t tell me you were about to cook these two lovely pieces of meat dry?” She shook her head in mocking disapproval.

“Hey, I never claimed to be a great chef!” the butcher chuckled. “I just part out the meat. I leave the cooking to other people!”

“Probably just as well!” Adeola gave him a withering look that, despite being at least five years older than her, made him feel like a schoolboy in trouble with the Head Mistress! The young girls, relieved to see that nothing was going to stand in the way of their spitting and eager to see what Adeola had mind for them, giggled and stepped forward. One of the ladies was carrying a large plastic tub, the other a bowl which seemed to have a mixture of dry herbs, rock-salt and crushed pepper-corns in it.

“That looks good!” Andi remarked, looking with interest at the bowl. “But I promise you we’re anything but dry!” Adeola tried to look disapprovingly at her younger daughter but was unable to hide her amusement. Shelly, Sarah and Helen burst into giggles at the fifteen year old’s very apt and factual remark.

Under Adeola’s watchful gaze, the two older women got to work smearing the two young girls with soft butter and rubbing it in like sun lotion, going at their work as forcefully and methodically as if they were preparing a typical Sunday roast, remarking to each other about the high quality of their respective girl’s meat, especially when it came to rump and thighs.

“If this had been allowed back in my day, I bet I’d have made quite a feast!” the one working on Shelly chuckled as she moved up from the young teen’s belly to her chest. “Maybe for Christmas Dinner?”

“My father was a frugal type.” the other remarked. “He’d have probably had me parted out and hung in the smoke-house to see the family through winter.” The pair continued to banter in this manner as they worked, always addressing each other and not the girls they were busily coating or any of the audience which consisted of nearly all the guests, the husbands of Beth’s friends in the pot having been giving permission by their slowly simmering wives to go enjoy the show, followed by the typical chuckles and teasing about “knowing how men are.”

Once the girls were both thoroughly buttered, including their necks and their faces right up to the hair-line, the women began to apply the seasoning, using the slightly different method this time of scooping it into their hands and patting it onto the girls’ bodies where it stuck to the soft butter.

“How does it feel?” Helen asked curiously.

“Like I’ve just been on the beach and am badly in need of a shower!” Andi replied with an expression that was half a smile, half an apologetic frown.

“Shush now!” The woman seasoning her slapped her buttery rump quite hard. “No talking! Piggies don’t talk! Stand still and let us work!”

“Sorry!” Andi replied meekly, earning her another cautionary spank to which she just giggled.

“There!” the women stood and proudly surveyed their work, wiping their hands on tea-towels ans they and everyone else who was gathered around admired the teens’ buttered and seasoned bodies. “All ready to roast!”

“Much better!” Adeola nodded with approval before turning back to Mr Rogers. “See how much better things are when you take your time and do them properly?” The butcher put up his hands in a gesture of surrender and smiled apologetically, making all four meat-girls giggle and earning several chuckles from the gathered adults too. “Now, get these piggies spitted! There are hungry people waiting!”

“You heard the lady!” Mr Rogers laughed. “Now,” he addressed both teens but Andi in particular, “have you seen a spitting bench like this before?” Andi shook her head but Shelly nodded. “Ever tried one?” The both shook their heads. “Okay,” he smiled patiently with the same gently educational tone he would use to explain a process to an apprentice, “See how it’s raised slightly towards one end, that’s where you want you hips to be. Put your feet on the steps either side and bend forward so we can see if it needs adjusting.”

“Like this?” Andi asked, following the butcher’s instructions and holding Shelly’s hand for balance as she stepped up, finding the apex of the bench an inch or so below the tops of her thighs.”

“Yes,” Mr Rogers nodded, “it just needs to be brought down a little.” Kneeling down, he made the necessary adjustments and Andi felt herself sinking until, by leaning forwards, she would be bending in the right place. Once satisfied, Mr Rogers fitted the thick leather straps around her ankles, explaining as he did so that the restraints were not because there was any fear of her running away but because, however willing the mind, the body tends to resist what it detects as an attack and there can be a lot of involuntary thrashing and kicking which is not only dangerous for those close by but can cause issues with the spitting, potentially resulting in the girl dying too quickly and not getting to enjoy her time over to coals but even her meat being rendered unusable! Both Andi and Shelly very quickly agreed that they would not want that!

With Andi laying the front half of her body on the downward slope of the bench, her large teen boobs squashed beneath her, the butcher fitted a strap across her lower back and one around her neck then had her hold onto two handles like the handlebars of a bicycle but upright and fitted the final tight straps around her wrists.

“Try to keep your head as still as you can.” Mr Rogers advised, adjusting the chin cup to ensure that the spit would have a straight path through her body from one end to the other. Wanting to comfort and reassure her little sister during what was sure to be a painful and uncomfortable time, however eager she might be to be cooked, Helen went and knelt down by the front of the bench, slightly to the side so that she would not be in the way but where Andi would be able to see her even with her face locked straight forward. Shelly and Sarah stood to one side to get a good view of the whole procedure, Shelly squirming with anticipation and rubbing her thighs together knowing that it was her turn next. The double spit and its mount rested on the carving support, to the side of the glowing coal pit. Mr Rogers lifted out the first one and approached Andi’s raised rear end where both spit-holes were conveniently exposed.

“I think Papa’s enjoying this!” Helen whispered to her sister, giggling conspiratorially as she noticed the bulge in the front of her father’s trousers. He was not alone, of course. Seeing a spit slowly inserted deep into a young girl’s vagina was erotic enough to arouse most men but the little squeaks and moans of pleasure that Andi was making as it forced its way deeper inside her only served to reinforce the impression. Even when the sharp steel spike forced its way through her cervix and stretched her uterus until it ruptured, the fifteen year old made only sounds or pure sensual enjoyment.

“Good!” she grinned after taking a deep breath then whispered, “Bet he’s gonna cum in his pants when he sees your throat cut!” The sisters giggled together then Andi began to cough, feeling the spit pressing against the back of her throat.

“Don’t try to speak.” Helen stroked Andi’s hair as he sister spluttered and gagged, flecks of blood hitting the ground in front of her. “I hear it’s better if you cough. Try to do that, like something went down the wrong way.” The impaled teenager did as she suggested and, met with a round of applause and cheers from the watching guests and a distinct nod of approval from Adeoyla, the spit erupted out of her mouth, pushing down her tongue and scraping against her teeth until it came to rest. “There!” Helen kissed her little sister on the cheek then stood up. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? You took it like a champ!” Although unable to turn her head, Andi swivelled her eyes to look at her and Helen was sure from the way her cheeks twitched that she was trying to smile around the spit.

Soon the first spit-roaster’s wrists and ankles were secured to the pole and the stabiliser inserted into what Mr Rogers referred to as her secondary spit-hole to ensure that she would turn with the spit and cook evenly rather than have it rotate pointlessly inside her. Carefully, the two dads lifted Andi onto the carving mount and two of the ladies who had prepped her started smoothing out her coating, reapplying some where needed, especially around her breasts and thighs which had been smudged on the faux-leather cushion while the others made short work of wiping down the bench itself ready for Shelly.

“Guess I’m up!” the sweet blonde giggled before glancing at the house, especially at the upstairs bedroom windows to check that her over-protective boyfriend was not watching and was being kept well occupied by the girls Sarah had assigned to the task. Part of her wished he could be there to watch her big moment but she knew this was for the best. There was no point upsetting him, after all. It was enough that he would be enjoying her meat in a few hours and it was not as if they had not talked about the situation ahead of time. He knew very well that this was something she wanted and was very excited for.

“Next!” Mr Rogers called in a jocular manner and, with Sarah on one side and Helen on the other, escorting her almost like bridesmaids or perhaps, more appropriately, slave girls escorting a young princess to the altar to be sacrificed, Shelly stepped forward and took her place on the bench as Shelly had done. Since she was an inch or so taller than her friend, a small adjustment was required but soon she she bent over, spit-holes presented to the butcher and anyone else who cared to take a look, as many apparently did, and securely strapped in place.

“Mike been helping you practice for this?” Sarah teased as her cousin was violated by the thick, sharp pole. Shelly giggled and blushed a little was was soon distracted by the feeling of the hard, unyielding intruder inside her. Mr Rogers was clearly very good at the job and, like Andi before her, any pain or discomfort Shelly felt during the spitting was well and truly overwhelmed by the pleasure the process gave her. Soon she was beside Andi on the carving mount having her coating and seasoning brusquely touched up by Adeola’s assistants then the dads, clearly considering it their “big moment”, lifted both girls together, supporting the spits on their shoulders, over the coals and locked them into the gyroscopic dual spit where they immediately began to turn both on their spits and around each other.

“Careful, Daddy!” Sarah called out cheekily. “You don’t want to do your back another mischief!” Henry tried to look cross but could not hide the amusement in his eyes.

“Why don’t you go say goodbye to you mum?” he suggested. “Must be nearly time for you two to get the chop?” Giggling, the two young women scampered back up towards the house in time to see Mike coming out, his hair in disarray and walking a little unsteadily, while the girls who had accompanied him into the house stood by the French windows and giggled.

“Don’t worry!” Helen grinned at him as they passed. “The show’s only just getting started down there!” She inclined her head towards the end of the garden where her little sister and Mike’s girlfriend had just been put on to roast. “She’s gonna be fucking that spit for ages! Enthusiastic girl!” Helen observed with a giggle. “Now I know why you always look so tired!” Mike blushed deeply but quickened his pace, wanting to see his sweetheart enjoying her final half our or so.


To be continued...