Tiffany's Last Meal (P-M1g1, H-N) An story by Katryna Last updated 12/17/06 This adult story is (C) by Katryna. It may be redistributed subject to a few provisions but may not be sold or otherwise used for profit and must have this heading attached. Please read my legal notice as downloading, redistributing, or reading this story signifies your agreement to the terms and conditions outlined within it. Note: This story is set in the Elysium story setting. A full description of this setting's general characteristics and the general outline of its history will be made available shortly. [07/19/4508-08:03] Courtney Thompson shifted dreamily under her covers, naked as usual. She blinked sleepily as she woke, gradually opening her deep brown eyes to greet another Monday morning in Elysium. The fifteen-year-old stretched and murmured, slowly sitting up, the covers falling away from her firmish young breasts, already in C-cups, albeit barely--"no pun intended" she thought out loud, then giggled. Her skin was a rich umbra color, her lips full, her wavy hair cascaded to her shoulders. She slipped slowly out of bed, exposing her well-rounded butt and thighs and her smooth, soft mound. She looked at herself in the mirror, turning a bit. Her ass had a nice curve to it, and a bit of jiggle. She was around 5'8" and fairly chubby, but hardly obese. This didn't bother her; no one had worried about that sort of thing for hundreds of years. She admired the slight convex curve of her tummy and shivered, patting it as it jiggled a little. She looked her young body over, purred softly to herself, and shivered again, savoring memories of the night before. Her hand drifted downward, between her legs...spreading her dark lips and finding the pink core within, feeling the residual slickness...moveing backward further, caressing her still slick-and-sticky anus with a fingertip, then drawing the hand to her mouth, licking it clean. As she admired her smooth dark skin she mildly regretted showering afterward. Her concern had been the sheets and staining them, though the cum leaking out of her ass had made them plenty sticky. "No help for it now," she murmured, stretching again...walked to the door of her room, still stark naked, and opened it. She heard the familiar fumbling noises that told her her father, Mark, was getting ready for work. Smiling to herself, Courtney headed down the hall to the stairs, stretched again, and straddled the right bannister. She giggled, swallowed, grasped it with both hands as her thighs rested on either side, and pulled forward, giving herself enough momentum to slide forward. She started her descent, her weight and the reduced friction from the slickness of her cunt against the bannister carried her forward and down. She leaned her torso back, keeping her cunt pressed to the bannister, moaning ostentatiously as she slid down it. As she neared the bottom she leaned back further, lifting her cunt from the bannister, and grunted when it collided with the wooden knob at the end with a wet, squishy thump, sending an intense jolt through her from the impact on such a sensitive area. She heard two pairs of hands clapping and grinned, breathing hard, turning towards the doorway into the kitchen. Her father, Mark, stood in the doorway, smiling; her younger brother Billy stood a few feet away from him, in the front entranceway. Both were as naked as she was. The three of them went naked routinely, and in fact they barely owned any clothes. "Very nice," Billy commented, chuckling. "Thanks," She replied. "Well done," Mark commented, smiling. He pondered, grinned. "Maybe I oughta set up a big fat dildo facin' up the bannister..." She giggled, shivered, grinned. "Go ahead," she replied, licking her lips, imagining something big and thick ramming into her at the end. It was a nice thought. She looked over the pair of them for a moment. Her father was about six feet in height, and at 27 had a medium build, with nice muscles that weren't hidden very well by his own chubbiness. What was most noticeable about him, though, was his extremely dark skin, almost true black; her own was a mixture of that and her mother's lily-ass paleness. She smiled, looking over his tummy, a bit rounded like hers...then lower...purred, shivering. His 7" cock stood proudly out from his smooth loins, twitching slightly, his balls dangling enticingly below it. She noted that his cock was a bit damp-looking. She caught his eye, watching him survey her body affectionately and perhaps hungrily. She stretched a little, thrusing her chest up slightly. Billy had a somewhat slim bone structure, a gift from their mother, but he, like his father and sister, had a fair amount of chub to him. The seven-year-old's cute little tummy was nicely rounded, his 3" cock sticking out proudly as his father's. He was smiling brightly, and the blue eyes he'd also inherited from their mother were fixed unsubtly on her breasts as she stretched, displaying them. He licked his tellingly moist lips and giggled. "You boys just gonna stare, or what?" She giggled, winking, parting her legs on the bannister, exposing her cunt to the front door window but keeping it hidden from them by her thigh. "'Fraid so, sweetheart," Mark said, sighed, looking at her body longingly. "I gotta get to work..." "Sure you can't, ah, come in...a little late, daddy?" She grinned hopefully, a bit teasingly, sitting up. She lifted one leg, giving him the barest glimpse of a soft, brown outer lip between them before she turned, legs together, slid off the bannister and onto her feet. "I been late three days last week already, baby...you don't want daddy gettin' fired do you?" He moved closer. "They ain't gonna fire you. Ain't hardly anyone else who can do your job," She said, licking her lips. "True, but still. Ain't right to take advantage like that." "Fine, fine..." She sighed, having already resigned herself to going without his cock that morning. "Save some for me though, 'k daddy?" "Sure thing baby," He grinned, stepping over next to her, gently took her chin in his hand, tilting her head up, then kissed her, passionately. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue plunged into hers, whimpering with longing as his cockhead brushed against her tummy, leaving a hint of a precum snail-trail. She sighed softly when it was over. He smiled tenderly. "I better not keep them waiting." "You mean you best get goin' 'fore I jump you," She replied, grinning wider, a little menacingly. "Damn right," He chuckled, smiled to Billy who'd been watching the exchange noiselessly, his little hand wrapped around his stiff, dark little shaft, moving slowly... "Why don't the two of you find some way to amuse yourselves while I'm out." He turned back to her. "Oh, and get some breakfast, girl." "What's for breakfast?" She asked, smiling, knowing perfectly well. "Leftovers," He said with a wink, grabbed his briefcase, then opened the front door wide, sighing happily as the sunlight washed over him, savoring the warm summer breeze on his skin. He walked out, naked, to the smooth clean sidewalk and began his walk to work, four blocks away. She smiled, watching his ass muscles move and their padding wiggle as he power-walked, passing a woman in her forties and another in her early thirties, clearly the first woman's daughter, out for a jog. The younger woman was in spandex shorts and a sports bra; the older woman was in a sports bra only. Her father greeted them and they responded, stopping to feel his cock briefly with their hands. As the older woman began to sink to her knees, he smiled wistfully and told them that he unfortunately had to get to work, promising to indulge her some other time. Courtney watched them, gasped slightly and shivered, feeling a familiar tingling growing between her legs as she looked over the women's bodies. They were quite attractive, she thought, but what caught her eye was the swelling of the younger woman's belly, and only her belly. "Wow...she's like, what, six months along?" Billy asked, moving to stand next to her in the doorway. Their father was already out of sight, she noticed, still staring at the pregnant woman's tummy as she resumed her jogging. "Yeah, I'd say so..." Courtney said wistfully, watching as they passed out of sight before shutting her door. She smiled down at her dear little brother. "Jealous?" He asked, giggling, grinned. He'd always been good at reading her, she reflected. More of her mother. She contemplated lying for a moment, but shrugged; what was the point? Besides, she should be able to tell her brother this stuff. "Yeah," She responded, blushing slightly. She wasn't precisely an oddity, she reflected, in having never been pregnant before, though a slight majority of girls her age had been. The distribution of litter size at her age tended to cluster around either end of the graph--an inverse bell curve, she thought to herself, though that probably wasn't right. Most girls either waited until they were done with high school before having children--and in some cases, like hers, before even having piglets--or had usually already had five or six litters, though some could boast of eight or nine. He grinned broader. "You like that, huh? Like thinkin' 'bout your tummy gettin' all big, 'bout little squirmin' piglets growin' in you? Your tits swellin' with milk?" He licked his lips at the last one. "I do..." She replied, grinning. "Wouldn't just have to be piglets, either." "You'd be hot pregnant, ya know," He said, giggling, licking his lips conspicuously. "I know," She said with a wink. "Heh, I ain't pregnant yet but I'm already fuckin' hungry!" "Me too, sis," Billy responded. "Let's get some breakfast." He turned and started walking toward the fridge, then squeaked and jumped a little when she playfully smacked his chubby little ass. "Bitch," He giggled, then stuck out his tongue. "Oh, you gettin' it for that, boy," She responded. He lunged forward, dashed into the kitchen, Courtney in hot pursuit. The chase lasted for less than 10 seconds as she caught his upper arm and dragged him towards her, spinning her brother around. Continuing the movement she lodged her hands under his arms and lifted him up, squealing and squirming in her grasp, and plopped his ass down on the butcher block table in the center of the kitchen. She giggled, then suddenly adjusted her hands, wriggling her fingertips in his armpits. Billy's eyes widened, then squinched shut, and he giggled frantically as she began to tickle him, collapsing backward on the table. She kept up the tickling as she leaned forward, breathing teasingly on his still-stiff little shaft. He gasped between giggles, and she backed off a little with the tickling, gently kissing the head of his small cock. He purred, hips thrusting upward slightly, instinctively. She looked up, gazing into his eyes, feeling him shiver as she gently flicked her tongue across the head of his dick. He moaned and she repeated it, feeling him start to squirm, pressing a little harder on the third flick. With the fourth her tongue tip stopped right on the head of his cock. She wiggled it a little, slowly moving away from where she first touched, making a circle, outward, on his head, feeling it twitching a bit under her ministrations. Billy's eyes slowly closed with pleasure and he gasped for breath. His body was already sensitized from the tickling and she was driving him wild with this. He lay, more or less spread-eagled, with his legs hanging over the side of the block, as she began to circle the whole head with her tongue, slowly and firmly, tasting hints of little boy precum. She gave him one last good tickle, and he groaned as he thrust up blindly in his thrashing, the head of his cock scraping gently along the edges of her two front teeth. She purred, letting him thrust forward, softly wrapping her lips around the shaft just below his cockhead. Her hands moved down his chubby little body to caress his pudgy tummy, then his thighs. She felt him spreading his legs wider, trying to give her better access to touch him. She obliged her brother, fingertips gently tapping, circling, rubbing, pressing their way up his inner thighs, kneading his pliant flesh. He moaned, breathing faster, trembling under her touch as she sucked gently at his cockhead, slowly taking more and more of his shaft into her mouth. She circled it with her tongue, her fingertips reaching his little balls and starting to caress them gently, feeling his chubby little body tensing on the table, his gasps and whimpers coming faster. He sniffed the air deeply and moaned again as he caught a faint hint of his favorite perfume, Wet Pussy, 100% Natural. Billy squirmed harder, his hips working now, thrusting into her mouth, the underside of his cock sliding along her smooth-bumpy tongue. He reached down now, gently caressing her hair like he'd seen his father do to her, and felt him do to him. She purred and he gasped again at the vibrations around his cock. He felt her caressing his balls with the fingers of one hand now, the fingertips of the other sliding downward with delicious slowness. He whimpered and cooed happily as she found the spot, her index finger plunging between his butt cheeks, pressing gently against his anus. He spread his legs wider still, trying to push down onto it, but she held it there, teasing him, for an eternity of about 10 seconds. He felt a rush of cool air on his cock as she released it from her lips, grinning up at him. "You want this?" She asked, wiggling the finger teasingly. "Please" He groaned, opening his eyes. "Hmm?" "Please!" He repeated. She smiled, slowly lowered her mouth to his cock, wrapping her lips around it, forming an O, sucking on it as she had. He whimpered, begging her, and was finally rewarded. Her fingers jerked, and a blast of intense sensation radiated through his body from his anus as she roughly shoved her unlubricated fingertip into it. He tensed, gasping, eyes squinched shut again, gasping and squirming with pleasure. She slowly slide the O of her lips down his shaft, feeling it start to twitch. Her head moved in time with his hips, and she wriggled her finger, worming persistently into his little ass. He whimpered, his cock throbbign persistently in her mouth, his body tensed. She purred, knowing her little brother was right at the edge...then stopped the movements suddenly, leaving him hanging for a few seconds. Billy whimpered, feeling the cum boiling inside his little balls, on edge. Why was she tormenting him? Couldn't she..."OOOH!" He gasped, quaking, as he felt her teeth pressing down hard enough to leave bite marks in the base of his shaft but not hard enough to draw blood, let alone sever anything. He writhed on the table, throbbing hard around her fingertip and pulsing in her mouth as his cock spewed onto her waiting tongue, splashing it with sperm. She purred, shivering happily as her adorable baby brother spurted into her mouth, rubbing her tongue insistently against the underside of his cock as he did so. His squirts tapered off, and as his cock stopped twitching she swallowed forcefully, feeling him moan at the force of the suction. She released his cock from between her lips and teeth, licking her lips and smiling up at him as he slowly opened his eyes, panting. He'd squirted only about a teaspoonful, she knew from experience, but she savored every drop. She loved cum and took almost any she could get, but her brother's and her father's were her favorites. Billy smiled weakly down at her as she licked her lips, his still mostly hard cock wavering in front of her face. He reached down, and gently felt the tooth marks she'd left in it, feeling jolts of sensation as he touched them. These weren't the first he'd received from her, certainly. He shivered a bit and grinned. Courtney smiled back and stroked his slightly dampish cheek gently. Indeed, his entire body glistened slightly, and his skin, roughly the same hue as hers ordinarily, was noticeably flushed. She leaned forward and up, kissing him deeply, her tongue slithering into his mouth, sharing the aftertaste of his cum with him. He kissed her back enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around her, gasping into her mouth and shuddering against her as she yanked her fingertip from his butt, hugging him back and kissing him deeply. Their tongues danced and skins pressed together for a few minutes before they finally disengaged. Courtney grinned, licking her lips. "Thanks bro." "Any...time..." He gasped, his breathing and heart rate slowly returning to normal, his cock mostly limp, the bite marks still faintly visible near the base. He examined them gingerly, shivered again, smiling. She followed his gaze down and giggled. "Mmm...I'm still pretty hungry..." He shivered again in response, meeting her gaze. She winked. "How 'bout some leftovers?" "You bet!" He grinned, licking his lips. His sister was almost as good a cook as their father was, and she and Mark had done most of the work of preparing last night's dinner. The result had been delicious, every bit as delightful as the preparation. He licked his lips, anticipating breakfast, then licked them again as he stared at his sister's ass. She opened the refrigerator door, shivering a bit at the coolness on her bare skin and surveyed the various wrapped bundles of meat. "What do you want?" She asked. "What's left?" He replied. "Um...I think her sister left us both thighs, some ribs, and...ooh...looks like there's still a butt cheek left." "All of it?" "Yep! Wanna split it?" "Sure sis." He chucked. She bent over to retrieve it, her legs a bit spread. He had a good view of her slickened cunt and the moisture beading on her lips and dribbling in a couple places down her thighs. Her buttocks parted nicely to reveal her anus, no longer oozing, but still noticeably gooey from the loads of sperm it had received the night before. He reached forward slowly and pinched her left butt cheek, hard. She squeaked, jumped slightly, giggled, wiggling her ass at him as she retrieved the roasted buttock from the lowest shelf of the fridge. The skin had turned a rich golden-brown, but she could still tell that it had originally been a pale whitish color. Courtney took a steak knife and sawed it into portions, shivering with anticipation as she did so. She divided them between two plates and put a plate in the microwave to reheat, setting the other one next to it. The girl turned around, stretching slowly, winking to her brother who simply smiled and ogled her from his seat on the butcher-block table. "Like what you see?" She asked, purring softly. "Damn right sis," Billy responded. "You look good enough to eat!" Courtney shivered slightly, still grinning. "You think so?" "Yeah! I bet you'd taste wonderful," Billy said, his mouth starting to water a bit. "And you'd look so nice all roasted up..." "Mmm...thanks," Courtney responded, moving slinkily over towards the table where her baby brother sat. "You know, bro...you're lookin' pretty tasty yourself..." She licked her lips, watching him smile and shiver in turn at the thought. She strokes his cheek and kissed his lips softly, and he responded hungrily, thrusting his little tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it, purring, slipping hers over it and through his lips, moaning softly into his mouth as she sucked. She pressed her body against his, her soft breasts deforming against his chest, and he purred as his half-hard little cock was pressed against her tummy. Her body seemed to warm against his, and he smiled, enjoying the sensation. Courtney whimpered softly into her brother's mouth, her hands caressing his spine once more. She had been wet when she woke that morning, and had grown damper from her trip down the bannister and from showing off for "her guys," as she liked to think of them. Now, with the taste of her brother's sperm still lingering in her mouth and wonderful memories of dinner the night before stirring in her mind, she practically overflowed. Her little brother's soft, supple young body pressed against her tummy further stirred her arousal; she loved his warmth, his softness, and his youthful enthusiasm. She was breathing harder by now, her heart gearing up as she undulated her body, rubbing herself against the delicious little boy (now there was a thought...). She broke the kiss, gasping for air, whimpering slightly with each breath. Billy smiled sweetly. "You ok sis?" "Very...very ok...bro..." She gasped, grinning as she ground herself against him, feeling his little cock, nice and stiff by now, rubbing against her pudgy tummy. Billy shivered, moaning softly and enjoying the gentle caress of her smooth, pliable flesh. He smiled again. "Need some help, sis?" He slid his small, gentle hands down her back towards her butt, caressing and grasping one cheek in each as he licked and kissed at her throat. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back and moaning loudly, punctuated by ragged gulps of air. His hands squeezed and kneaded her butt cheeks a little bit at a time, working slowly downward and inward. Soon she was shivering as his pudgy fingers started to slither between her cheeks, his mouth and tongue exploring her collarbone. She moaned, rolling herself against him, lost in pleasure, loving the pinching and tickling of his fingers and the soft slickness of his tongue. The ding of the microwave timer barely registered, and neither of the pair paid it any heed. "Oohh...there...mmmm, perfect..." She gasped, whimpering as his fingertips began to skate around her anus in the thin film of sperm surrounding it. He giggled, relishing teasing her as he'd been teased minutes ago, delighted at his momentary power over her. With their father gone at work and school out for the summer, the licentious siblings had each had many of these moments in just the past month, and though their shared sex lives dated back to Billy's birth, they never tired of them. The love and lust between them was simply too strong. Now Courtney squirmed, gasping and whimpering as Billy caressed her anus, his fingers plunging gently inside, all four of them easily fitting inside her. They both knew he could get his whole hand into each of her experienced holes, but this angle wasn't conducive to such. "I'll take that as a yes," Billy gasped, giggling. Despite having had one release already that morning, he was hard and throbbing gently against his sister's tummy, not far behind her in arousal. Billy imagined, briefly, that tummy swelling against him and moaned, closing his eyes and shivering. "How...mmm...do you want me...ahh...to help you?" He gasped. By way of answer, Courtney brought her hands from her brother's back to his shoulders, pushing gently. She eased him onto his back, opening her eyes dreamily, gasping for breath still, the smell of her arousal thick in the air now, even with several feet between her cunt and his nose. Her brother purred, breathing deep, savoring it as she pushed him further onto the table. He smiled, licking his lips, his little cock sticking up straight. She noted a tiny drop of precum beading on it and smiled back, purring hungrily as she clambered up onto the butcher block table. Courtney climbed up onto her hands and knees and crawled forward a couple of feet before throwing one leg over her brother's hips, straddling him. She purred, looking down at his small shaft throbbing just a few inches below her lips, shivering as a few drops of her juices fell from her saturated cunt and splattered on his balls and tummy, one falling directly on his cockhead. She leaned forward, purring, her weight partly on her hands and partly her knees. She smiled warmly at Billy, then slowly began to lower herself. Billy gasped, eyes open, watching in awe as his cockhead rubbed against, then slipped between, his sister's soft, sopping folds. The heat and velvetiness of her cunt always amazed him, though they had been fucking for several years. He purred, rolling his hips, gasping as his cockhead slipped around between his sister's folds, seeking an entrance. Finally his head popped easily into her oozing tunnel, and she sank downward, engulfing him in a soft, slick caress, her buttocks resting gently on his thighs. She furrowed her brow, closed her eyes, and a moment later the caress quickly became almost a death grip. Extensive training and exercises had improved the control and strength of her cunt muscles even beyond what humanity's editing of nature's rough draft had rendered "normal," and he moaned, closing his eyes in pleasure as she clamped down. She held him tightly with her cunt, squeezing hard, until his cock was almost numb, then relaxed a bit. Courtney grinned and opened her eyes, sighing as she leaned forward, feeling him slipping a bit from her. Billy's cock started to slip out of her, and he tilted his hips upward, bending his legs and resting the bottoms of his feet on the table, to keep it buried in her. She moaned and began to ripple her muscles along his shaft, squeezing and unsqueezing in waves, as he used his new-found leverage to pull out about a half-inch and then thrust all three inches up into her. He was smaller and shorter than most of the cocks she'd had over the years, but she loved the feel and the thought of her baby brother thrusting into her almost as much as she loved watching his face and body as she pleasured him, almost radiating his eagerness to return the favor. She loved him, most of all. She kissed his forehead softly and smiled as he buried his cock in her again, gasping and whimpering with pleasure, and she began to push back against it in turn. He opened his eyes and smiled back at her. Both siblings' skin glistened as they gasped, rolling and grinding against each other. She lifted one hand, adjusted the other arm to better balance her, and stroked his chubby face gently. Her hand drifted upward, away from his face, and grasped her dangling breast. She leaned forward further, lowering it towards him, squeezing and caressing at the nipple. He watched, eagerly, and was not disappointed; a drop of soft white milk began to bead at her nipple. He lifted his head from the table and licked at it, bringing his hands up from his sides to grasp her breast. She moaned, quivering atop him, tensing around his cock as he fastened his lips to her nipple and began to suck. "Mmm...yess...that feels so good baby..." She gasped. "You like nursin' offa your sister don'tcha?" She purred, grinning, her hand running behind his head to help hold it up. He nodded, whimpering happily, muffled by her breast as she pressed his mouth firmly against it. He sucked happily and she moaned, feeling the tingling and the wonderful warm sensation of her milk flowing into his eager young mouth. She thought back to his birth and babyhood; their mother had done the bulk of the breastfeeding for each of the children she raised, but Courtney's older sisters, both old enough to lactate, had helped. Courtney herself started lactating a few months after he was born, being a bit of a late-bloomer, and she enthusiastically took over the place of her oldest sister, Tamara, in breastfeeding him starting that Thanksgiving. She felt him quivering inside her and knew it wouldn't be long. She moaned, angling herself, grinding down harder against his chubby tummy, rubbing her clit on his...mound? "Damnit," She thought, "why can't I ever remember...ooh...what it's called on a boy?" She mentally shrugged, rubbing harder against him, feeling herself tensing as their hips drove her cunt and his cock together harder and faster. Courtney whimpered, squirming, feeling herself pulled towards orgasm, driven by the wonderfulness of fucking her baby brother and the memory of the Thanksgiving dinner of his first year. It had been a wonderful meal, nearly as delightful as the preparation. Tamara definitely hadn't disappointed them. She purred, pressing Billy's face harder into her breast. Her flesh began to deform around his face, her breast covering his nostrils as well as his mouth. His body struggled to breathe, but he kept thrusting hard into his sister's caressing cunt, feeling himself tensing, the familiar tingling rising in his balls. He sucked harder, starting to feel lightheaded, as he felt her tensing atop him. He drove himself into her, one more time, hard, and moaned almost soundlessly into the flesh of her breast as his teeth clenched half-consciously and his cock pulsed, spurting into her spasming cunt, coating her walls and splashing against her cervix, though he couldn't shoot enough to fill the space between it and his cock. Courtney threw back her head and moaned as she felt her brother drive up savagely, lifting her body upwards by a good inch or two, reflexively grinding her clit against him. Suddenly an electric jolt of sensation rippled through her as she felt his teeth dig into the flesh of her nipple, her own clamping together in tandem as she exploded. She tensed, quaking, dimly feeling the first pulse of his cock, while her cunt throbbed powerfully around his shaft as he spewed inside her. Waves of pleasure washed through them both, their bodies quivering, their moans and whimpers blending into one continuous note of sensory overload. He fell back onto the table as his cock finished spurting, still twitching inside her, and she released his head from her breast, then collapsed atop him. Both of them gulped air, whimpering between gulps, still quivering. He encircled her back with his soft little arms, and she purred, savoring the hug, pressing her forearms against his sides in response. She felt him slowly softening inside her, a bit of his cum and a lot of her juices following his cockhead as it slipped out of her. After several minutes lying like this on the hard table became uncomfortable. Gingerly she lifted herself and climbed off him, turning around. Billy licked his lips as his sister lay down on her side, and he helped her lift one of her thighs. Her purred as he admired her sticky cunt, touching it gently, making her quiver and gasp with each touch on her sensitive skin. He slowly began to lick at her juices, hearing her moan, then gasped as he felt her tongue begin to circle his cockhead. His cock pulsed, oozing a couple drops of held-back sperm onto her tongue, and she slurped them up, moaning, as he methodically yet eagerly licked her cunt clean. She wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked him clean, feeling him stirring only slightly, depleted. Billy whimpered into her cunt as the intense sensation of having his super-sensitive, spent shaft sucked and slurped by his sweet, sexy sister washed through him. She had soon cleaned him and released him, giving him time to recover and her time to focus on the feelings he was producing between her legs. She moaned as her brother, knowing he had her full attention, mashed his lips against her opening and began to suck the mixed juices out of her tunnel. His tongue probed it gently but couldn't get in more than about half an inch. Feeling it on her opening was delightful enough, she decided, and she quivered, starting to tense a bit, shuddering harder as his hand found her clit. Billy moaned into her cunt, savoring the taste. He loved cum and cunt juice as much as his sister did, and he savored what he sucked from her sopping slit. As the flow began to slacken, he shifted himself and began to circle her clit with his tongue, feeling her start to squirm. He purred, adjusted himself again, and positioned his fingers against her opening. She quivered again, and he licked harder. She was approaching orgasm rapidly, still "high" from the last. He purred, slowly slipping all four fingers, then his thumbtip, into her cunt. He could feel it rippling and spasming, clenching and unclenching. On the next clench he forcefully shoved his hand into her, curling his fingers into a fist. Courtney moaned, arching her back, squeezing him hard as he grunted, working to force his arm up into her. Finally he felt his fingers pressing against her cervix and he unclenched. Billy began to wiggle them, caressing it passionately as he licked and slurped at her clit. Her body tensed further, her breath again coming in rapid, ragged gasps. He knew from experience that she was almost there, and so he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard, rubbing his tongue tip firmly against the tip as he took what he could of it into his mouth. Courtney's back arched like a bow, her head thrown back, every muscle in her quivering body tensing. Her eyes squinched shut and her mouth struggled to form a moan, but the only sound was a ragged, choked gasp. Billy shivered, knowing full well that this came ("no pun intended," he thought) only with her strongest orgasms, and he gasped in sympathy as he felt her cunt clamping down on his arm, throbbing and rippling around it. He could feel his fingers rapidly going numb from her squeezing and he purred. Courtney opened her eyes slowly as her orgasm wound down, feeling herself drifting back to earth as if on a gentle breeze. She smiled weakly, gasping for breath, still quivering. She could barely feel her legs; she knew she wouldn't be able to stand. "Thanks...bro..." She gasped. "Any time," He repeated. They both smiled, then giggled in tandem as her stomach growled. "Here...I'll getcha some food," He said, and slid somewhat shakily off the table. Billy tested the meat in the microwave and set it to rewarm for thirty seconds. He returned to the butcher block table and leaned over it, kissing his sister softly and tenderly. Courtney returned it, gently sucking the residue of their juices from his lips, purring into his mouth, reaching up shakily to caress his hair. When the timer beeped he removed the plate of steaming buttock slices and set it on the table next to his sister, then put his plate in to reheat. He opened the silverware drawer and pulled out forks and knives for each of them, then grabbed some napkins and set them on the table. As Courtney gingerly began to work at sitting up, he clambered up on the counter, giving her a nice view of his chubby ass and dangling balls in the process, opened a cupboard, and pulled out two glasses. He set them down on the table in front of Courtney and winked. She smiled, sitting up on the table and began to saw at her buttock steak. The milk servings would come after she'd eaten; even such delicious meat got tough if it was reheated too many times. As Billy clambered up onto the butcher block beside her and began to work at his food, she popped the first juicy morsel of meat into her mouth. Savoring the taste, she chewed thoughtfully, thinking back to dinner the night before... [07/18/4508-14:35] "So it's ok?" Courtney had asked, brow furrowing a bit as she listened to the voice from the receiver. She smiled, slowly broader and broader, listening to Tiffany's mother. "Uh huh...sure, we'd love to have Stacy join us...oooh...that would be wonderful...are you sure you don't mind? Hehe, I'll let her know...all right, I'll see her in a few minutes...hey, you know, you're welcome to come too if you...yeah...damn, that sucks. For us, anyways...well, have a good time. Buh bye." Courtney set down the phone and grinned across the bed at Tiffany, who returned it. They were both naked, as usual; the chubby blond was curled into a fetal position on the bed, skin flushed, still quivering. Courtney grinned and licked some more of her friend's cunt juice from her lips. "Still feel it, huh?" Tiffany nodded and shivered happily, eyes half-closed. She was 14, slightly younger than Courtney, and a bit meatier. Her breasts were slightly bigger and her hips wider, and her tummy had a well-defined roll to it. Courtney reached over and gently squeezed her friend's love handles with her hands, and Tiffany shivered, purring happily. Courtney lifted her legs all the way up onto the bed and rolled over to face her friend. Tiffany smiled as Courtney stroked her cheek gently. "Think your dad's gonna be home soon?" "Pretty soon honey. Why?" Courtney winked; she of course knew perfectly well what Tiffany had in mind. "You know he's gonna be a little weary, right?" "I think I can revive him," Tiffany said with a grin. Courtney had to agree, and she nodded slowly. Tiffany's oral talents were legendary, at least within their group of friends, and she'd managed to suck Courtney's dad hard again even, once, after his twelfth orgasm of the day. "Mmm...still, you oughta keep busy while waiting for him," Courtney said with a grin, laying back and slowly spreading her legs. Her smooth lips were already noticeably moist, and Tiffany could smell her friend's juices, strongly, from several feet away. "I dunno...I don't wanna wear my tongue out..." Tiffany said, with an expression of bemused concern that was threatening to break into hysterical giggling any second. "Don't gimme that bullshit, girl," Courtney snapped. "Cunt. Tongue. Now!" "Well, if you're gonna be a bitch about it," Tiffany said, grinning, rolling over and wriggling to the center line of the bed, "South" of her friend. Courtney lifted her leg to facilitate this, spreading them even wider. "Damn right I am," She chuckled. "C'mon." "Say please," Tiffany said with a giggle as she squirmed further up the bed, until her face was about an inch from Courtney's cunt, her nose barely brushing her friend's dark lips. "Please fuckin' eat me out before I roll you over, hop on your face, and suffocate you," Courtney hissed, shivering. "Mmm...might be fun," Tiffany said with a grin as she wiggled the tip of her tongue along Courtney's left cuntlip. The girl arched and gasped gratifyingly. Tiffany repeated the motion along the right lip. "Why dontcha?" "Cause we...ooh...got plans this evening honey," Courtney gasped, shuddering. "Mmm," Tiffany purred as she wiggled her tonguetip back and forth from lip to lip, slowly parting them almost like a zipper, tasting a hint of her friend's cunt juice but studiously avoiding letting her tongue slip between the lips just yet. "So mom said it's ok?" "Uh huh," Courtney moaned, quivering slightly and closing her eyes in pleasure. It always boggled her mind--not to mention made her feel a little jealous--that Tiffany could be so damn good at this. But then again, unlike her the girl had grown up with several sisters as well as a brother, and her mom was still around. "All that practice sure paid off," she thought. Tiffany purred as she began to kiss along Courtney's soft, warm lips, withholding the tongue, teasing her friend. Courtney whimpered and gasped, shivering, as she felt Tiffany's moist, puffy lips sucking and rubbing against hers. She could feel herself starting to tingle already, and moaned deeply when Tiffany's tongue dived between her lips, running up and down the length of her slit suddenly, scooping up her juices. Courtney gasped and arched again as Tiffany's velvety tongue flicked her clit once, then again on the downstroke. She felt the tip probing around the opening of her vagina, starting to wriggle in. "Mmm...you're so nice and gooey," Tiffany exclaimed with a shiver. "Daddy...mmmm...gave me something nice this morning to...ahh...tide me over," Courtney gasped, grinning proudly as she squirmed, feeling Tiffany's tongue probing her hole and the girl's nose tickling her clit, each brush evoking a slight jerk of her body. She felt that delightful, familiar tingling spreading through her as her friend's tongue wriggled into her, savoring her father's copious globs of sperm. Courtney moaned, her heart racing and skin glistening, and began to roll her hips, grinding against her friend's face, pressing her clit firmly against her nose. She felt Tiffany's mouth vibrating slightly as she purred, and her warm breath enveloping and caressing her slick lips. Tiffany reluctantly pulled her tongue out of Courtney's spermy tunnel, shivering as she heard a door slam downstairs and Mark calling "Hey kids, I'm home!" Tiffany grinned, looking up at her friend, wiggling her tongue along her lips again. Courtney dimly registered her father's announcement of his arrival but was too lost in her pleasure to hear the footsteps on the stairs. Tiffany heard, though, and started working Courtney's cunt harder, feeling the girl tensing above her. Courtney's father appeared in the open doorway and stepped into the room, naked as well. This was standard practice; the family never paid much attention to each other's privacy because each member knew the others didn't have any particular desire for it. They were never ashamed of anything they might be doing in their rooms; on the contrary, they invariably welcomed an audience, though participation was even better. Mark grinned as he watched his beloved daughter writhing and whimpering on her friend's tongue. He licked his lips, watching intently, and his cock, hanging mostly limp, began to stir. Tiffany glanced in his direction momentarily, then wrapped her lips around Courtney's clit, sucking at it in the way that she knew always got her off once she was good and hot. Courtney arched upward and shuddered, whimpering, her muscles seeming to all squirm at once with the average effect of her body simply quivering in place. Tiffany purred as her friend's cunt pulsated, feeling Mark's cum and Courtney's juices squishing out and coating her chin. Courtney slowly relaxed, still quivering and gulping air. She opened her eyes slowly and grinned. "Hi daddy. How was work?" "The usual, baby," Her father replied. "Hot, tiring, sticky." "Yummy," Tiffany said with a grin as she licked her lips, slurping up the sauce oozing from Courtney's cunt before sitting up and turning towards Mark. Courtney purred as she saw that his cock had swelled up nicely and stood prominently out from his body. Tiffany licked her lips again, turning towards him. Mark stepped closer to the bed, and Tiffany reached out and grasped his cock. She paused, then glanced over her shoulder at Courtney, a little uncertainly. "Hell, go ahead, girl, I'll have other chances," Courtney replied with a grin. "Smoke pole while you got it," She added, giggling. Tiffany smiled gratefully and turned towards Mark again. "Hold on, hold, lemme lay down or somethin'," Mark said, chuckling. "'Else I'm gonna fall down." This was a sensible precaution, especially when dealing with anyone of Tiffany's oral talents. Tiffany's father hadn't, until the time he fell and broke a hip. Such fractures were simple enough to repair, with Elysium's medical technology, but made sex difficult until it could be applied. Courtney thought about Tiffany's father a bit and shivered happily. She watched as her father moved around to the side of the bed, and after a moment had the presence of mind to squirm over toward the other side, giving him space to lie down. Mark lay back on the bed, spreading his legs a bit. Tiffany leaned forward on the bed, nuzzling the lower part of his shaft with her nose as she licked gently and playfully at his balls. Courtney grinned, slowly catching her breath, then leaned over and kissed her father passionately, purring as she felt his body jolt at the first touch of Tiffany's tongue on his cockhead. "Mmmm...love you daddy," She said as she broke the kiss, then grinned. "Hey, guess what?" "What, sweetie?" He asked, breathing harder as Tiffany ran her tongue up and down the underside of his cock. "Tiffany's stayin' for dinner," Courtney announced. "If it's ok, that is." "Mmmm...she's more than welcome to," He panted, then grinned, glancing down at the blonde head bobbing at his groin. "Table or..ooh...chair?" Tiffany grinned, withdrawing her tongue most of the way. "Table," She said, and shivered. Mark licked his lips. "Mmm...now that I'm lookin' forward to," He said, gasping. Courtney grinned at the pair of them. "As nice a show as this is, I should probably go see what Billy's up to," She said. She kissed her father's lips again, then leaned down and kissed his cockhead, and finally kissed Tiffany, passionately, before sliding unsteadily to her feet, using the bed for support. Her friend and father both chuckled, the former muffled by the tight seal of her lips around the latter's cockhead, as Courtney stumbled and nearly fell. Courtney shrugged, chuckling as well, and headed out the door. She purred as she felt her and her father's juices trickling starting to trickle down her thighs. She indeed wondered what Billy was up to. Courtney padded softly down the hall, purring a little at the feeling of the plush carpet against the skin of her feet, sensitized like the rest of her, as she headed for Billy's room. She glanced through the doorway; he wasn't there. She turned around and followed the hall to the stairs and climbed down them, using the handrail for support. The last damn thing she needed was to break her neck and have to spend the evening at the hospital getting it repaired. Assuming she didn't die outright and wind up on the menu for tonight, she mentally added, and shuddered. While the thought wasn't completely unappealing, she really didn't want to die quickly beforehand and miss the fun. Courtney reached the bottom of the stairs and headed through the kitchen to the back door. She opened it and stepped out, glancing around. "Hey sis," Came a familiar voice, and she turned her head, grinning at what she saw. Billy was sitting on the grass, naked of course, with his friend from school, Kim Ha, on his lap. She was wiggling her hips, and Courtney could tell, from her position and the blissful expressions on both of their faces, that Billy's three-inch shaft was buried deep in her compact little ass. The slender Asian seven-year-old smiled warmly and waved at Courtney as she walked over to them, still rolling her hips and gasping for breath. About two feet away and facing them, Kim's younger brother Dan looked up and smiled at Courtney as well, his friendly grin grading into a long moan as his eyes squinched shut. He was down on his hands and knees, torso lowered and butt raised, and Bowser, Courtney's nearly grown Rottweiler, was astride him, tongue hanging out and hips wiggling, looking obscenely huge and powerful astride the small, scrawny Asian boy. Courtney shivered as she watched her puppy humping the boy, feeling herself warming again as the occasional strong jerk of Bowser's hips showed her a glimpse of his stiff pink shaft as it plunged into the six year old's anus. Courtney licked her lips and knelt beside the pair, scritching Bowser's head with one hand and Dan's with the other. Dan giggled, gasping, and moaned again. Courtney purred, smiling down at him. "Mmm...it's good, isn't it?" Dan nodded, eyes half-closed, looking up her her general direction his body shuddering as Bowser's hips jerked. Courtney smiled and reached out, straightening his glasses where they had almost fallen off his nose. "Thanks," He gasped, grunting as Bowser pushed forward harder, whimpering a bit. Courtney heard Kim moan behind and turned, smiling. The girl's eyes were open wide, though Billy's were closed. Her legs were spread wide, and her glistening little lips were clearly visible, complete with a slight trickle of watery doggy cum. Courtney reached out, running her finger up and down Kim's little cunt, coating it with her juices and the dog's, and brought her finger to her mouth, licking it clean. "Mmm...yummy," Courtney said, grinning. "Been having a little fun with Hung?" Courtney purred, remembering the last time she'd seen Kim; the girl had been on her hands and knees, with the family Shar-Pei butt-to-butt with her, his cock buried in her cunt, the tip shoved all the way into her sweet little uterus. Kim returned the grin. "Uh huh," She gasped. "Daddy and...ooh...I wore him out so...mmm...I asked if Dan could...ah...tag along and play with Bowser...hope...mmmm...it's ok." "Of course, honey," Courtney responded, plunging her finger into the girl's soft, sloppy little cunt, wiggling it as she moaned and clenched it, then withdrawing it and licking the juices from it. Kim purred, smiled sweetly, then turned, looking over her shoulder. "Hey...Billy...why don't...mmm...I get on my han's'n'knees and you can get on toppa me and fuck my ass that way?" "Sure Kim," He responded, gasping, sighing in momentary disappointment as his little friend lifted herself, his cock sliding out of her ass. She slid to her knees and leaned forward, spreading her legs widely and lowering her torso, resting herself on her forearms rather than her hands. Her cute little ass was slightly higher than her shoulders in this position. Courtney giggled and slapped it, impulsively, hard, drawing a gasp, shudder and purr from Kim. The girl's eyes closed for a moment, then reopened, and she grinned warmly, shivering. Courtney watched as Billy got up behind the girl, his cock stiff and slick, coated in the orangish-brown, pudding-like, and perfectly sanitary goo called "gush" that was the sole waste product of the modified human digestive tract. He knelt behind Kim, paused, then slipped two fingers into her ass, wiggling them a bit, then pulling them out, coated in her gush. He reached around and wiggled them in front of her face, and she purred, licking and slurping at them eagerly. As she sucked her gush from his fingers, Billy's hips jerked forward, burying his cock in her ass once more, and the girl moaned, arching and quivering. Her eyes closed tight, and Courtney strokes her cheek lovingly, then turned to kiss Dan passionately as her dog pumped his little ass. "Mmm...how is it Dan?" "He's...ooh...a lot bigger than Hung...he's...mmm...so far up me and...ahh...his knot isn't even in me yet," Dan gasped, grunting as the dog pumped. "Well that's no good," Courtney said, giggling. She scooted around, reaching to caress Bowser's rump as he humped Dan's, reaching under Dan with her other hand. She grasped his stiff little cock, squeezing and caressing firmly, eliciting a moan and a shudder from him. She squeezed and stroked, resting her hand against his pubic bone. She began to push, hard, on his pubic bone and Bowser's rump, forcing them together. "Hey! Whatcha...oooh...oh my gaaaahhhhhh!!" Dan gasped, shuddering, with a distinct whimpery undertone as Bowser's knot stretched his anus wide and finally popped in. Bowser shuddered, wiggling a bit but no longer thrusting vigorously, and Dan moaned long and loud, tensing as he felt Bowser's watery cum spewing into his ass, mixing with his gush. A few seconds later his cock began to twitch, and Courtney quickly squirmed under him, opening her mouth wide to keep his sperm from going to waste. Her aim was a bit off due to her haste, however, and rather than landing in her mouth his first and second shots each went in one of her nostrils. She gasped and squirmed, finally managing to line up her mouth with his cock and catch the third spurt on her tongue, open-mouthed. She wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked vigorously, working it rapidly with her tongue, making him squeal and shudder as he jerked his hips and pulsed, spewing faster and harder, into her mouth. She heard Billy moan as his little cock pulsed as well, spurting into Kim's ass, and a moment later she heard Kim gasping and whimpering as the little girl came. Courtney sucked the last of Dan's cum from his cock, feeling it soften in her mouth, and finally released it. Dan was still quivering and whimpering happily, his face a mask of total sensory overload. She was surprised and impressed that he managed to stay up on his hands and knees, after such an intense orgasm. She stroked his face lovingly as she slid back out from under him, and swallowed, savoring the cum, wrinkling her nose a bit as she felt Dan's gooey sperm starting to drip from her nostrils. "You all right, sis?" Billy asked, and he and Kim both looked up at her, concerned, amused, and exhausted from their respective orgasms all at once, his mostly-hard little shaft still buried in her smooth little butt. "I...I..." She gasped, paused, and then Kim and Billy both squealed as she sneezed, violently, spraying them with globs of cum and mucus (mostly the former). "Eww..." Kim said, and giggled, grinning widely. She shivered slightly, and sighed, half-contentedly and half-disappointedly as Billy slipped out of her ass. She remained on her knees but lifted her upper body as he slid under her and plastered his mouth against her anus, sucking happily as she sighed, closing her eyes, letting the sticky mixture of gush and sperm flow into his eager mouth. Courtney leaned forward, wrapping her lips enthusiastically around Billy's sticky cock, sucking his cum and Kim's gush from it. She savored the mixed sweet and salty taste--Kim's ass was one of the tastiest she'd ever encountered, she reflected--then lifted herself again, kissing Kim deeply, sharing the flavor. Kim grunted, butt muscles flexing, but she'd emptied herself into Billy's mouth. He slid back out from under her, licking his lips, and kissed his little friend passionately, again sharing the taste with her. Mid-kiss he paused, eyes widening, and then burped, loudly, into her mouth. Kim squeaked and giggled, kissing him fiercely, glancing over at her brother as he slowly slouched forward on the grass, shuddering, glasses once again askew. Billy followed her gaze. "Um, you want to suck him clean, or...?" Kim pondered. "I do, but I don't wanna be selfish...here, I know. I'll suck Bowser's cock clean and you can half the goo outta Dan's ass. That ok with you Dan?" She asked, and giggled. Her brother nodded, dreamily, eyes still closed tight, as he felt the flow into his ass slackening. "Be careful you don't spoil your appetite," Courtney admonished him. "You don't want to ruin your dinner." "Mmm...we havin' somethin' good tonight?" Billy asked, and grinned. "Yep. Tiffany," Courtney replied with a grin. "Ooh, sweet!" He said, grinning, then glanced at Kim and her brother. "Uh...Kim, you and Dan wanna stay for dinner? If it's all right with your folks, that is..." "I'm sure it will be, we don't have plans," Kim said, and smiled. "I'd love to join you, and I'm sure Dan would too." "Uh huh," Dan murmured, then grunted as Bowser lifted off him. He moaned, long and loud, as the dog turned around, twisting his cock one hundred and eighty degrees in Dan's tight little ass, making the boy convulse. Kim grinned, watching and shivering. "Mmm...table or chair, honey?" Courtney asked, and winked at her. Kim pondered. "Whadda you think, Billy?" She asked. "Mmm...you'd be nice on either, Kim," He said, with a grin. "But you don't wanna upstage Tiffany." "How could I?" Kim said, giggling. "Everyone says she's got the best tongue they know." "Maybe so but she won't be doin' much with it once she's cooked," Billy said. "And I bet you'd roast up tastier than her." Kim smiled warmly and kissed him gently on the lips. "Thanks Billy," She said, and giggled. "Maybe one day you'll find out." Courtney grinned, then cocked her head, pondering. "Speakin' of Tiffany, I better check on her and daddy," She said, then glanced at Kim. "You ever had daddy's cock?" "Just in my mouth," She responded, a little sheepishly. "Well, we'd better fix that soon," Courtney said, and grinned. She hugged Billy and Kim, then leaned down and hugged Dan as well. Finally, she slid slowly to her feet, stretching, then turned around and headed indoors. As Courtney closed the door, she could hear the whimpers and grunts coming fron her room. She grinned and headed upstairs, moving to stand in the doorway. Tiffany was on an elbow and her knees, facing away from the door, grunting as Courtney's father jammed his cock deep into her cunt again and again. She turned and grinned over her shoulder at her as Courtney stepped over beside the bed, leaning over and turning her daddy's head to give him a long, passionate kiss. She glanced down, noting that Tiffany had a prominent dribble of cum from her mouth. She grinned to her friend, who returned it, between gasps and whimpers as Mark pounded her, jerking his hips faster and harder. Tiffany grunted, tensing, one arm supporting her as the other wiggled its fingers between her legs, caressing Mark's balls and her clit at the same time. Courtney purred, watching intently. Her pussy was starting to tingle again, and as soon as her daddy was done with Tiffany, she decided, she really was gonna hop on her face. She resolved not to suffocate her friend, however, no matter how tempting. She wouldn't deny Tiffany the fun of being prepared and cooked alive; after all, she'd been raised not to be selfish. As she watched their hips slamming together, however, she quickly decided she couldn't wait any more. Courtney purred and reached down between her own legs, running her fingers through her gooey slit, coating them with cunt juice and some more of her daddy's cum that had leaked out of her. She climbed up on the bed, behind her father, and begin rubbing her sickened fingers between his buttocks. He moaned at the touch on his anus; she knew full well how much he liked his ass stimulated. She got it nicely slippery, then shoved two of her fingers into him, roughly, hearing him moan as his body tensed. He slammed into Tiffany erratically, his whimpers of pleasure matching hers as his movements rubbed his daughter's fingers back and forth over his prostate. Within a few seconds, he shoved forward, pressing himself firmly against her cervix, and shuddered, pulsing around his daughter's fingers as his cock twitched and flooded her friend's cunt. A moment later, Tiffany moaned, arching her back as the feeling of his warm, slimy sperm flooding her nudged her into her own orgasm. When he was finally done squirting he collapsed forward, driving Tiffany down onto her belly in the process. "Oof!" She exclaimed aloud, and giggled. Courtney purred and moved around to clamber up on the bed in front of the two, spreading her legs wide. Tiffany and her father gasped for a moment, then, when they finally caught their breath, began to lick at her gooey cunt, already warm and tingling with arousal. Courtney sighed between moans as she lay back on the bed, shivering in anticipation of dinner that night. [07/18/4508-16:56] "You ok?" Stacy had asked that evening as she hugged Tiffany, glancing at Courtney who was purring softly and watching the sisters embrace. Stacy was 13 and a bit slimmer than Tiffany, as well as a few inches shorter, but other than that they looked very similar, a result of close relation and several generations of inbreeding. Tiffany held her younger sister close and shivered happily, pressing her full breasts against Stacy's growing, already respectable bosom. Stacy purred and kisses her sister, moaning into her mouth and arching slightly as Bowser buried his nose between her legs and started to lick enthusiastically at her dampening lips. Courtney looked around her back yard. Tiffany and Stacy were making out on the patio, and had been since Stacy arrived about ten minutes previously. Courtney smiled and grabbed another bag of charcoal and he hefted another. They walked to the half-full firepit and ripped the bags open, emptying them in one at a time. They were getting quite a bit of black dust on their skin; on Courtney's it was even somewhat noticeable. As she finished dumping her bag, she glanced over onto the grass, where the children were still playing. Dan was lying on his back, quivering and moaning into his sister's soft little cunt as Billy buried his stiff little shaft in the boy's ass. Courtney chuckled; Dan sure did like it up there. She smiled; of course, so did she. She decided she'd have to give it to him with a synthcock sometime soon, if he survived that long. Kim moaned, grinding harder on her brother's face as he sucked at her slimy slit, kissing Billy hungrily, one hand idly caressing her brother's small shaft as it bobbed and quivered. It and her hands were glistening, suggesting that Dan had already pre-cum once that afternoon. Billy grunted and panted into his friend's hot little mouth as he pumped her brother's ass, his chubby body quivering and slowly tensing. Courtney smiled, watching them enjoy themselves, then followed her father back to where they'd piled the bags of charcoal. She could feel the nagging warm-tingly feeling radiating from her cunt again but she knew she'd "get her fill" soon enough. In the meantime, she had a job to do and a friend to do right by. She hefted another bag of charcoal and followed her father back to the firepit, admiring his body; well-toned muscles moving under a slight layer of padding, the sun glistening on his sweaty dark-chocolate skin. He was naked, as usual, and sporting a proud erection, again, as usual. He grinned at her as she checked him out; she winked in response. Yes, she'd get hers soon enough. After a few more trips they'd managed to fill the firepit with charcoal. She wiped her brow, sweat beading profusely all over her body, dripping from her breasts and cunt lips, and moved closer to her father, pressing against him and kissing him deeply. He responded, pressing his gently pulsing cock firmly against her stomach, almost threatening to impale her. Not an unpleasant idea, she thought with a slight giggle, though it'd have to wait. This was Tiffany's special day, after all, and the chubby blond--former blond, Courtney thought; her head had been shaved in preparation--would feed all three families for several days to come. Her family would take the lion's share, of course... She glanced over at the sisters, grinning as she watched Stacy writhing on the picnic table bench, gripping it as her big sister's talented tongue squirmed and wriggled between her slickened cunt lips. Courtney purred, watching as Stacy rapidly approached orgasm, and grinned at her father, who returned it. "I gotta feel that tongue one more time," He said, body and cock quivering slightly. "Yeah, I know whatcha mean," Courtney said, shivering herself. It'd be a real shame to never have the chance to enjoy Tiffany's oral skills again, she thought, but she wasn't about to deny her friend this pleasure. Besides, she thought with a giggle, it was fitting that after Tiffany had eaten her so many times, she'd be eating Tiffany tonight. She pondered, squeezing her daddy's cock. "You want this?" He asked, smiling. She smiled wistfully and shook her head slightly. "I want it...but she needs it more. I got the rest of my life..." "So does she," He replied with a grin. "Yeah, but that ain't sayin' much," Courtney replied, grinning back. "You already filled her cunt; go pound her sexy ass." "Mmm...well, she is gonna need to be stretched a bit for the spitting to work properly," Her father said, grinning widely. Courtney nodded, running her fingers through her cunt several times and slathering the goo onto her father's cock. He was glistening by the time she finished, and he sauntered over toward Tiffany. The blonde was on her hands and knees as she worked her tongue in her sister's cunt, holding onto her hips. Stacy gasped, on edge, then arched upward, squirming and whimpering as she climaxed. Tiffany's licking accelerated slowly as Stacy writhed on the bench; she didn't see Mark kneeling behind her. Courtney's father grinned to her as he lined his cock up with the cleft in her buttocks. "Mmmm...Stacy you taste so goooooooooAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Tiffany screamed, arching, body quaking as Mark grabbed her hips and jerked his forward violently, shoving his cockhead roughly through her anus and burying it in her guts on the first thrust. The second thrust pushed his hips against her buttocks. Tiffany was whimpering and squirming as Mark began to jerk his hips rapidly, slamming deep in her anus as it was still expanding to accomodate him comfortably. The girl squirmed, savoring the intense sensation, licking her sister a little clumsily now, relative to her normal tongueing, but still quite expertly. Courtney purred, watching as her father slammed into her friend's ass, preparing to "baste" her rectum with yet another big sticky load. She licked her lips, watching, her legs slightly apart, then moaned, arching, as she felt a warm, slick, bumpy something scrape across her cunt and clit. She looked down as Bowser gave her another long, hard lick, grinning, patting his head and parting her legs further. She and her mother had trained him well, and she half-closed her eyes as she savored his ministrations, gasping and squirming as his tongue probed between her lips. She moaned and arched, squeezing it firmly, as it slipped up into her cunt, feeling it squirming inside her as the eager dog savored the taste of her and her daddy's juices. Tiffany gasped against her sister's cunt, pushing herself violently backward, spearing her anus on Mark's cock. She shuddered, savoring the thought of really being speared, and felt gooseflesh creeping all over her skin. She shivered at the thought of just how soon she'd experience it for real, assuming she didn't chicken out, and she had no intention of doing so. Besides, she and Courtney had promised each other years ago that whoever went second would make sure whoever went first went through with it. Courtney moaned, half-closing her eyes as she ground into Bowser's tongue, her body tensing and her juices coating his eager muzzle. She ground down against his tongue as she whimpered, watching as her father groaned, burying himself in Tiffany's ass, closing his eyes and shivering as he spewed inside her. Tiffany squirmed happily as he unloaded inside her, clearly close herself. Mark gasped, slumping forward a bit, but had the presence of mind to reach around, slipping his hand between Tiffany's legs and rubbing her clit several times, roughly, before pinching it and twisting. Tiffany screamed into , pulsing around his mostly hard cock at the shock, grading into a moan as he brought her off. Courtney smiled, tensing, grinding against Bowser's tongue a few more times before she felt her own muscles pulsing, coating the dog's tongue with her slimy juices. She grinned, eyes half-closed in her own pleasure, watching as Tiffany, breathing hard still through her nose, fastened her lips over her sister's clit and sucked it hard. Courtney shivered, knowing from experience that Tiffany's tongue was wiggling spasmodically against Stacy's clit, and within seconds her sister squealed, quaking violently in another explosive orgasm. Courtney chuckled, shaking her head; she'd heard that before the war and the Renewal it took a lot more to get a woman off, but she didn't really believe it. Stacy, Tiffany, and her father slowly disentangled from one another, still gasping for breath. Stacy collapsed back against the picnic table, and Tiffany slumped to her knees against the bench. Mark sat down on the bench next to Stacy. Courtney patted Bowser's head and glanced over at the kids; Billy and Dan were double-penetrating Kim, her brother in her anus and Billy buried in her cunt, all three of them oblivious to anything except the affection and passion they shared. Courtney grinned; she seemed to be the one with the most energy and coordination left. It was up to her. Courtney staggered, reeling from the sensory overload of Bowser's bumpy-smooth tongue on her clit, toward the side of the house where they'd placed the charcoal bags. She squealed, nearly losing her balance as Bowser's tongue squirmed up along her ass crack and burrowed into her anus, squeezing his tongue reflexively. "Ooh...no boy...not nooooooohhhhhwwwww!" She moaned, staggering forward. He followed her as she tried to get away. She heard her father and the girls laughing good-naturedly, and a moment later the kids joined in. She glanced over her shoulder as she stumbled, and saw that Dan and Billy were still humping away at Kim's slender wriggling body, though their eyes were open and they grinned and waved at her. She rolled her eyes, stumbling and struggling forward, sighing with regret and relief as the dog's tongue slipped out of her. He barked, following her, licking at her ass aggressively, but she managed to stagger to the house. Not daring to bend over, she grabbed the sharp metal pole, eight feet in length, that lay against the side of the house, near the top. She hefted it; it was lighter than it looked. The spits were made of stainless steel and had a hollow honeycomb-like interior which made it very strong and very light. Steel wasn't the best choice structurally, but most of the strong, light metals that had been experimented with, back when the market for spits for roasting humans really took off, had the unfortunate side effect of being flammable, which made for quite a show but tended to render the meat inedible. She staggered back toward the table, Bowser slurping and nipping at her ass. Courtney nearly made it, but she stumbled about five feet from the table and the butt of the spit hit the ground, jarring it from her hand. She quickly regained her feet as the spit bounced and rolled along the ground. Tiffany, having recovered somewhat from her orgasm and wanting, as always, to be helpful, dived after it, bending forward thoughtlessly to grab it. "Tiff, wai--" Was all Stacy managed to say before Bowser lunged forward, eying Tiffany hungrily. She squealed, lunging forward herself as she felt his tongue slide into her anus. On his next lunge, Bowser's teeth sank into her right buttock. She gasped, closing her eyes, and collapsed forward onto her knees and elbows, which was exactly what the dog wanted. Snarling triumphantly, he reared up, planted his paws on her shoulder, and jerked his hips forward. He hit the spot on the first try--rare for him, Courtney knew--and his cock plunged all the way to the knot into Tiffany's cunt. "Oooohhhhhhhhh my goddddddddd," Tiffany moaned, gasping and quivering as she felt the dog's tip jab her cervix, his knot grinding at her cunt lips. She collapsed forward, breasts pressing into the soft grass as he began to thrust, poking her cervix repeatedly before finally lodging his tip in the dimple at the center. Once in, he began to push forward insistently, and she quaked and whimpered as she felt him stretching her open. Courtney purred, watching as her dog fucked her friend. She glanced over as Mark and Stacy slid off the bench, the girl's hand around Courtney's father's stiffening cock. "So, Tiffany, how ya feel?" Mark asked, conversationally. "I nev..eve...oooooooohhh" Tiffany gasped, sighing contentedly as the dug's cocktip slipped through her cervix. Courtney kneeled with a chuckle beside her friend, reaching under her, caressing the dog's balls as he plunged inside the girl. She felt his knot, lodged against Tiffany's cunt lips, and Courtney pushed on it, hard, grabbing the girl's thigh with the other hand. Tiffany moaned, almost screamed, as the lump of muscle stretched her cunt open and popped inside, swelling rapidly to seal them togther. "Well, looks like dinner will be a little late," Mark said conversationally. He walked towards Tiffany, his rapidly rising cock leading the way. Tiffany slowly opened her eyes and looked up apologetically, blushing bright red. "Sorry...ahh...for the delay," She panted, quivering and groaning suddenly as she felt Bowser's cock, lodged deep inside her, begin to twitch, his hot sperm oozing into her uterus. Courtney chuckled. "Don't worry, honey, the extra basting oughta be worth it." Tiffany grinned, gasping, as she felt Bowser filling her insides. "We can go ahead with this, 'soon as the dog turns around," Courtney explained. "'course, that does kinda narrow down our options for what hole to spit ya in." "My...mmm...ass is fine," Tiffany gasped, grinning, nervous and excited at the same time. Courtney smiled knowingly; her mom had had the same look on her face. Of course, she hadn't been spit-roasted...Courtney shivered, fondly remembering that day. "What a mess," She thought, grinning. Courtney nodded. "In the mean time...daddy, you said you wanted to have her mouth one more time. An' Stacy, come give your sister a tongue." Mark grinned and moved closer to Tiffany's head, but Stacy looked a bit uncertain. "Well come *on* girl, she ain't got all day," Courtney said, mildly annoyed. "With...with a dog cummin' in her and everything?" Stacy giggled nervously. "Don't tell me you never ate out a woman while she was bein' a bitch before," Courtney said. "Now." Stacy nodded, smiled nervously, and walked over to her sister. "Go..ahhh...ahead, sis, really, it's fun," Tiffany replied. Courtney smirked. She knew Tiffany had never had the courage to willingly take the dog herself, but she'd sucked Courtney's cunt clean of what doggy cum spilled from her uterus more than once. Mark grinned, watching as Stacy slid in under her sister and began to caress her thighs, lapping at her mound at first. Stacy purred, nuzzling Bowser's balls, the latter grunting and squirming a bit. The dog pulled backwards, trying to tug his knot out of Tiffany, in whom it was firmly lodged. Mark grinned at Tiffany. "How 'bout letting me have that tongue one more time 'fore it's on my table, girl?" He asked her, conversationally. Tiffany shivered and smiled. "I...ahh...dunno, this is...ooooh...pretty intense, I don't wanna...ahh...bite it off or somethin'..." Mark nodded. "Good point. Courtney, what can we do about that?" "Coupla things," Courtney responded, licking her lips. "One of 'em takes time, though." "You...ahhh...mean pull my teeth?" Tiffany asked, curious rather than alarmed. Courtney smiled approvingly. She wouldn't need them after today, after all, so what loss would they be?" "That all right with you?" Courtney asked her friend. Tiffany nodded and shivered. "Well then, I'll go get the extractor...I'll hurry, don't you worry." She turned and scampered toward the house, glancing over her shoulder as her father knelt down in front of Tiffany. He lifted Stacy's hips, causing her to squeak in surprise, muffled by her sister's cunt, and then positioned his cockhead against her anus. He grunted, plunging it in, and Stacy tensed and quivered for a moment. "Hurry," Tiffany gaspingly reminded her, and she nodded, turned, and ran. Courtney crossed the family room and living room to the rear of the kitchen in about three seconds. She tugged open two drawers before she found what she was looking for. The contraption resembled a cross between a staple gun and a pair of pliers. She checked the battery indicator and confirmed that there was plenty of power left. Courtney scampered back outside without bothering to close the drawer. As she stepped out the door, she paused, watching as Bowser rearerd up and turned. Tiffany arched her back, crying out as she felt his knot swiveling inside her. A moment later she clenched her teeth, whimpering as the intense stimulation of the dog's cock and knot and her sister's tongue brought her off. Courtney smiled; Tiffany'd put her in the same position a few times. Stacy was squirming and gasping, slurping hungrily at her sister's cunt as Mark stretched her tight little ass. Coutrney grinned and scammpered over to them. "Here, daddy," She said, handing him the extractor. "Thanks baby," He replied, grabbing the device. He smiled warmly. "Here Tiffany. Open wide, girl." Tiffany quivered, breathing hard as her orgasm wound down. She closed her eyes for a moment, sort of purring as she felt the warm goo still leaking into her uterus, then did as Mark bade her. She opened wide, quivering nervously. Mark wasted no time and pulled the jaw brace from its slot on the extractor. The brace looked like a pair of nearly flat metal bars, one on top of the other, with a button on one of them and rubber padding on the outer sides. He inserted it deep in Tiffany's mouth, behind her backmost molars, where her wisdom teeth would appear when she got older, if she were going to get any older. "All good?" He asked her. She nodded and made an incomprehensible "ahh" sound. "Try and bite down," He suggested. She tried, but as hard as she bit, she couldn't get her front teeth less than an inch apart. "Perfect," He replied, and she nodded, shivering in anticipation. Courtney smiled, kneeling down to retrieve the spit where it had fallen. She moved around behind Tiffany. "Bowser, down," She instructed, and the dog lowered his body as much as he could with his knot trapped in Tiffany's cunt. It had taken them a little while to train him for this one, but the results, she'd heard, were excellent. Stacy whimpered underneath Tiffany, still licking at her cunt, wiggling her hips, trying to move herself on Mark's cock. Courtney grinned, pausing, moving around a bit to get a better view as Mark grasped one of her friend's top left incisors with the extractor. "Ready?" He asked. Tiffany made an affirmative noise, they thought, and nodded just a tiny bit. She held as still as she could, bracing herself. Courtney smiled, watching, as her father pressed the trigger. Tiffany made a sort of choked groan, and the extractor whirred and chugged as it worked, rapidly wiggling her tooth, faster and faster, while Mark pulled. Within about three seconds it popped free. "One down," Her father announced, grinning at Tiffany. "You all right?" Tiffany nodded, gasping. Courtney had never had a tooth pulled but she had a decent idea of what her friend was feeling. She had read that before the war this sort of thing--indeed, any tissue damage--communicated not the intense warmish-tingling sensation she and all Renewed humans experienced, but instead elicited a horrific emotional response, one people would do almost anything to avoid. She shuddered; having never felt the "pain" that the pre-War people had known she could only imagine what that felt like. The "pain" she knew was entirely different; there had been a movement to find another, better name for the sensation, and eventually the contest split between "postpain" and "transpain." Three centuries later society still hadn't decided--after all, something like this could hardly be imposed by a Directive; those were reserved for emergencies and for things that actually *mattered*--and so most people simply said "pain." The sensation wasn't unpleasant at all, but it certainly got one's attention. Like an orgasm, but different. She couldn't quite explain it, and usually didn't bother trying. She was shaken out of her reverie as the extractor pulled Tiffany's next incisor. Courtney hefted the spit and moved around behind her friend, lowering herself to her knees. She lined the tip of the spit up with Courtney's anus, and gently eased the point in. "Ready?" She called out. Tiffany made a squeal-groan of approval, drowned out by the whir of the extractor. Mark pulled the rest of her incisors in quick succession; Courtney couldn't see what he was doing with them, but she imagined he was just setting them on the ground. Courtney shrugged and began to push the spit forward, slowly. The tip easily spread the girl's anal ring, and Courtney pushed gently but firmly, working it deeper, her father's cum and Tiffany's gush making the trip easier. "Keep lickin' her, wouldja Stacy?" Courtney asked. Stacy murmured something, and began slurping loudly and showily at her sister's cunt, as the girl moaned from the combination of the sun-warmed metal penetrating her ass and Stacy's tongue. Mark kept the extractor going, removing the girl's premolars now. Courtney knew that he wouldn't try to remove her canines; they were anchored too securely for a quick and clean extraction. After about a foot of the spit had entered her, Tiffany tensed suddenly, whimpering with the intense sensation of the spit piercing her colon and entering her intestines. Courtney patted her friend lovingly on the back as she kept pushing, listening to the rattle of the extractor. She concentrated; she'd have to be careful in a couple minutes to ensure that she didn't pierce her friend's heart or lungs and deny her the pleasure of cooking alive. She concentrated, slowly working the spit deeper as Mark pulled the rest of her friend's premolars and molars. When he was finally finshed he reached back and extracted the jaw brace. "How's that?" He asked her, smiling. "S'good," Tiffany murmured, with difficulty. It was a lot easier to talk with teeth, Courtney knew, and she chuckled, and patted her friend's smooth, shiny head. Mark grinned and pulled his cock from Stacy's ass, holding it up to make sure Courtney could see the coating of gush. She grinned, shivering happily, pausing in the process of spitting her friend and holding the spit with one hand while she scooted around for a better view. Tiffany looked back at her; smiling brightly; her mouth was left with only canines and filled with blood, but she looked happy and satisfied. Courtney gave her a thumbs-up, and Tiffany turned her head back to Mark, who lifted himself a bit and pushed himself gently into her waiting mouth. Mark moaned as Tiffany's gums and tongue went to work on his head and shaft, sucking her sister's gush from it. Courtney grinned and resumed guiding the spit into her friend. "Hold up your hand when you feel it in your throat, honey," She called, and Tiffany nodded. Courtney alternately watched the angle of the spit and her father's face as Tiffany sucked him. He was clearly enjoying himself. "She's good, huh daddy?" Courtney grinned. "Damn...fuck yes she is," Mark gasped, clearly tensing. Courtney pushed about another inch of the spit in before Tiffany held her hand up. Courtney immediately stopped pushing the spit, holding it in place with one hand. She heard Bowser grunting below her and looked down to see him trying to tug his way out of Tiffany's cunt. He was strong, and was actually starting to pull Tiffany further back on the spit. Courtney grinned. "Stacy...keep sucking her clit, play with Bowser's balls...keep him good and hard." Stacy murmured under her sister, and Tiffany moaned around Mark's cock as her sister began actively licking and sucking at her cunt. "Grab him, honey," Courtney instructed, and Tiffany nodded, squeezing down on Bowser's knot, though she wasn't sure why. She was too occupied with Mark's cock, now twitching and pulsing in her mouth, to notice the spit slowly slipping further up her throat. Mark groaned, pushing himself deep into Tiffany's mouth as his cock pulsed, splashing her tonsils with his sperm. Courtney purred, watching him happily, hearing Tiffany moaning happily, muffled by his cock, as she gulped down his sperm. She imagined the sticky slippery goo splashing against the tip of the spit in her friend's throat, and shuddered happily. "Wow," Mark gasped as withdrew his now-bloody cock from the girl's oozing mouth. "You sure you don't wanna stick around for a while girl?" TIffany blushed and shook her head. "Lille laye fuh thah," She replied. "Spih's...mmm...alheay in my guh an ah." Mark spent a moment translating that into "little late for that. Spit's already in my guts and all" before replying. "Guess that's true," He mused. "Still...we might be able to--" "No. Pleath, no," Tiffany gasped, looking up at him pleadingly. Mark smiled. He didn't have the heart to deny her this, seeing how she wanted it so badly. "All right, all right. Anything you'd like to say?" "Thang yuh. Love ya ahh," Tiffany mumbled, and smiled around lovingly. "Ah wrohe somefin fuh muh famihy alheahy." "All right then," Courtney replied, and grinned. "Keep clenched tight honey." She felt around for a moment before finding a convenient stick, then hurled it over her shoulder. Bowser leapt up and strained forward after it, but his knot was lodged too firmly in Tiffany's cunt. She groaned, clenching him and straining against him as he pulled, not understanding. "Let him pull ya Tiff," Courtney explained, and Tiffany nodded, no longer straining. Courtney braced herself, holding the spit on place as Bowser pulled, and slowly the dog's scrabbling dragged Tiffany back onto the spit. Stacy scrambled out from under her sister, her face shiny with the juices of dog and girl, grinning as she watched her sister's latest lover impaling her. Within a minute, Tiffany gurgled, and the tip of the spit emerged from her mouth. Courtney looked down and could see that the dog's knot was starting to come loose in Tiffany's cunt. "Tighter honey," She exclaimed, pushing slowly forward on the spit, trying to leave Tiffany with the impression of the dog spitting her. Within a few more seconds, Tiffany moan-gurgled, half-coherently, as the tip of the spit entered her field of vision. Courtney could imagine her watching it, entranced; most people did as they were spitted. "Stacy, quick, go grab a potato or somethin'" Stacy nodded and hurried over to the table, found a good sized potato, and scampered back to watch the bloody spit working its way forward. "Get ready to stuff it in her cunt," Courtney instructed Stacy, who nodded, kneeling beside her. Stacy nuzzled her as she watched a hint of blood oozing from her sister's anus, around the spit, but her sister's tight hole was doing an amazing job of keeping it inside. That and, Courtney knew, the spit was designed to pierce cleanly, preventing shock for as long as possible. By the time Bowser's knot popped free of Tiffany's cunt, a good foot of bloody spit had emerged from her mouth. Stacy immediately stuffed the potato into her sister's gaping hole, trapping the delicious dog cum inside her uterus. Courtney licked her lips, imagining how that would taste. "All right, honey...for the next part you're gonna have to get down on your tummy," Courtney instructed her friend. Tiffany made a gurgle-grunt and slowly lowered herself from her hands and knees to her knees and elbows, then gradually stretched her legs out behind her. Courtney and Stacy reached under her and helped her lower her front onto the grass, grinning as her sizeable breasts squashed gently against the ground. Courtney grinned at her father, who was sitting back and resting, enjoying the scene before him. She looked over at the kids; Billy, Dan, and Kim were lying in a sweaty, sticky heap, snuggled together and nuzzling, petting, and kissing one another lovingly. She grinned, then returned her attention to the task at hand. Tiffany needed to be secured to the spit. Courtney dashed to the picnic table and grabbed some cord, then hurried back to her friend. She knelt down beside Tiffany, lifted her ankles above the spit, crossed them, and then looped the cord over them and under the spit several times before tying them firmly onto it. That would keep them in place. She smiled, and reached for her friend's hands, kissing each of them gently before tying them behind her back. They certainly didn't want her limbs flopping into the fire, she thought, even if Tiffany, kinky bitch that she was, would probably enjoy the intensity of the coals toasting her tootsies. Courtney giggled and moved around in front of her friend, looking down into her eyes. "You ok, Tiff?" Tiffany wiggled her head slightly; it was hard to nod with the spit in her throat. Courtney smiled; the spit was designed so Tiffany could breath reasonably well around it, but she was probably becoming lightheaded already. She knew how to fix that. "You sure you all right?" She asked. "I mean, you're sure about this?" Tiffany gave her an incredulous look, then glanced down meaningfully toward the spit protruding through her mouth. "I know, I know, no backin' out now, hon," Courtney said, chuckling. "But if you want we can put you out, or down, before we roast ya. So, you gonna be ok?" Tiffany gurgled and lifted one of her thumbs as best she could. "All right then," Courtney said, smiling. "C'mon, daddy, gimme a hand with this." Mark struggled to his feet, cock hanging limply--for once, Courtney thought with a grin, though it was showing some signs of stirring--and walked around behind Tiffany. He grabbed one end of the spit, just beyond her ankles, and Courtney grabbed the end near her head. Tiffany smiled as best she could around the spit as Courtney lifted her, grunting, doing her best to avoid accidentally impaling herself on the point of the spit. They grunted and groaned as they lifted her--she was pretty heavy after all, Courtney thought...good 160 pounds last she remembered, quite a bit for a 14 year old--and carried her toward the firepit. They reached it seconds before Courtney's arms would have given out, and she almost dropped the spit into the fork for the point. Mark lodged his end in the other fork, and they engaged the locks to keep the spit from disloding readily. Maybe if they tried to spitroast an elephant, Courtney thought with a grin, then shuddered. While it was customary in some families to cook and eat pets that had passed on of natural causes or been euthanized, deliberately killing a non-human animal for food--or fun--was considered an unspeakable crime; almost as bad as killing a person without their permission. No one had eaten elephant for almost 1500 years, though part of that was a result of them being extinct for at least 1200 before the Eden project had begun, in a conscious effort to rebuild pre-existing ecosystems. Courtney verified that the spit was locked in place, then grinned to her father. He grinned back and reached for a small button inside a hollow at the base of the spit. "Ready Tiffany?" He asked, then pressed it without waiting for the answer she couldn't give with her mouth full like this. Her body jerked slightly as the lodging spines extended from the spit, slowly burrowing about two inches into the flesh of her thighs. There were three sets, one designed to embed themselves in the roastee's thighs, one for their rectum (after the war, "they" and "their" were officially recognized as gender-neutral singular pronouns--took about fucking long enough, Courtney thought, every time she considered it) and a set of blunt knobs that lodged it in the lower esophagus rather than risking puncturing the lungs and killing the roastee prematurely. Mark gave Courtney a thumbs up after the light turned green, confirming that the spikes were in place. Courtney glanced over at Tiffany's sister. "Stacy, you know how to start a charcoal fire, right?" Stacy nodded. "Yeah, done it a few times. Couple sisters, an aunt, and dad," She said with a grin, then turned and walked toward the picnic table. Courtney returned it; the last one she remembered vividly. "Lucky bitch," Tiffany muttered, then turned to Mark. "Ya see, daddy?" She teased her father and winked at him. He'd picked up the bowl of baste and started applying it to Tiffany's body, grinning as he did so. She watched as he lovingly yet efficiently slicked the sauce over the girl's thighs, legs, and feet before concentrating on her torso. "I know, I know," He responded. She shook her head at his lukewarm response, and thought back to her History of Erothanasia class. "Erothanasia" was the technical term; it was apparently an ancient word coined to describe a similar concept, though the details were sketchy. "Death from love." "Passion-death" was a term with a few afficionados, but most people simply referred to it as "snuff," a term which, she had learned to her horror, had once been used to describe an almost antithetical concept, the killing of people *against their will* for sexual pleasure--once an urban legend, but routinely practiced by the Nobility prior to the Renewal. She shuddered as she thought about that idea; most almost everyone found "murder" (the technical term, she recalled, to describe wrongful killing, including the old meaning of "snuff") unthinkable, and the few who didn't, and acted on it, were punished horribly. The label "snuff" had been adopted partly because it was convenient: short, easy to spell and remember, and readily pronounceable by small children wishing it for themselves or their siblings. There had been, however, a conscious intention of "taking" the term away from the Nobles, and for the Freekind to take it as their own, applying it in a fashion diametrically opposed to the use for which their enemies had employed it. She recalled reading that her own ancestors had once done something similar with the word "nigger," a slur aimed at people with dark skin and certain facial features (another concept she didn't get; people with different skin colors were interesting but she couldn't see how one could be better than another, unless you were playing hide-and-seek at night or something). It had taken half a century or so for in-home erothanasia to become fully universalized after the Renewal, and then another generation or two before snuffing adult males became common; prejudices died a lot harder than people, Courtney thought with a grin. Even then, however, spit-roasting males wasn't nearly as common. At first it had been more difficult; men tended to be heavier, putting more strain on the spit, and since they only had one good-sized hole between their legs, the L-posts that had been normally attached to the spit and used to ensure the roastee turned properly didn't work so well. The hook lodging method had been developed within about a decade, however, but full-body impalement, like any other anal penetration, was still regarded by some men as effeminate or non-masculine for several generations to come. These days the snuffing rate was about equal for males and females, but the proportion of adult men snuffed was lower than the number of adult women. Courtney recalled, however, that this was expected to change within their generation, and she smiled. She sure hoped so. She'd been toying with the idea of encouraging her father to let her snuff him, once she was old enough to take care of her brother, and she shivered as she pondered it yet again. Someday...she shook her head. They had a lot to do. She turned and followed Stacy to the picnic table, giving the girl's firm young ass a good hard squeeze as she grabbed the vibrator-thermostat, the kitchen scalpel, and a small plastic from the table. Stacy squeaked and grinned over her shoulder. "Whatcha think?" She asked. "Roastable," Courtney responded. "Even though you ain't nearly so plump as your sister is." "I'll work on it," Stacy said with a grin, kissing Courtney briefly but passionately before hefting the lighter fluid and lighter and walking toward the firepit. Courtney followed her, stopping in front of Tiffany. She smiled and looked down into her friend's soft brown eyes, leaning to kiss her on the forehead. "How ya doin', honey?" She asked. Tiffany gurgled, and gave Courtney a thumbs-up. "Any trouble breathing? One finger for yes, two for no." Tiffany held up one, hesitated, then held up another. Courtney nodded. "Here, let me fix that," She said, and slide to her knees. She reached under Tiffany's Jaw with the knife and cut a vertical slit at the base of her throat, grinning as she watched the girl quiver, then slipped the plastic tube into it, completing the kitchen tracheotomy. "Better?" Tiffany held up one finger. "Excellent." Courtney walked around behind her friend and slid the spike of the thermostat-vibrator into the potato in her cunt, deep enough so that the vibrator portion was against her friend's clitoris. She opened the jaws and attached it snuggly to Tiffany's clit, then switched it on, listening as it began to buzz. Tiffany began to quiver, and Courtney moaned in sympathy; her friend was silenced by the tracheotomy and would soon be silenced forever. She smiled wistfully as she thought about that; she'd miss Tiffany greatly, and not just for her tongue, but she was overjoyed that the girl was having a chance to enjoy this. "Love you, honey," She whispered, leaning close to Tiffany's ear. "Hope this is an experience to die for." She licked her lips and added "I 'cunt' wait to taste you. See you in heaven, sooner or later, Tiffany." She patted her friend's shaved head and the friends shared one last loving glance. She felt a rush of heat as Stacy lit the coal fire, and Courtney walked around to the other end of the spit. Stacy stood and leaned close to her sister, whispering lovingly to her, and Courtney waited until she'd kissed her forehead and started walking back to the picnic table before she pressed the button that started the electric spit turning. She stood and watched her friend begin to slowly rotate over the coals, then followed Stacy back to the picnic table. Mark stayed and finished basting Tiffany as she turned, paying extra attention to her breasts and cunt, then made his way back to where his daughter was sitting beside Stacy, hands between each other's legs and fingers working idly. His cock was swelling rapidly and was shiny and sticky with blood, and the girls leaned forward to lick it clean before indicated for them to make room. Both girls scooted over slightly, and he sat down between them, his fingers replacing theirs against each other's cunts as their fingers entwined around his cock. Courtney leaned her head against his shoulder, and Stacy followed suit.. The shadows were lenghtening, but the sun wouldn't really set for several hours yet. It would be getting dark by the time Tiffany was done roasting. Courtney smiled, watching as her friend wiggled and quivered on the spit, her face twisting with the intense stimulation of the fire, the spit and its spikes, and the vibrator latched onto her clit. Courtney grinned, glad that the mosquitoes, about which she'd heard so many historical horror stories, weren't among the species that had been selected to populate the living space of Elysium. That was kind of a no-brainer, she reflected. She glanced at the clock mounted on the wall by the pool. 17:43. They had a while to go yet. She sat and watched as Tiffany faded slowly, her orgasmic quivers growing weaker and weaker as her meat started to brown. Around 18:32, Tiffany's heart finally stopped, though they guessed she'd lost consciousness a while before that. At 21:30 they concluded she was "done" and removed her from the spit. She was delicious.