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“So boys,” Katie said to them, “I’m going to be roasted on Saturday and I wondered if you would like to come out for it. Get to watch it all go down and then eat some of me!” All three boys lit up and shouted “Yes!” at the same time. “You’ll have to get your parents permission of course, but they’re welcome to masseuse come, too. It’s not going to Hardcore be a huge barbecue, so I think,” she spread her hands and arms in a displaying-herself gesture, then brought one hand down to cup her cunt, “there will be enough meat to go around!” The girls and their mom were sitting around the dining room table that evening, waiting for Dave to come home, late, as he had predicted. Beth had made a meat and vegetable casserole, family-dubbed the Sunday Casserole - that could be kept warm for quite a while, a dodge she often successfully used given Dave’s unpredictable work schedule. But unbeknownst to her family, she had used another tactic to please them at dinner: most of the meat in the casserole was girl meat, in this instance a ground blend of thigh and breast along with – the butcher at the supermarket promised – about ten percent cunt, specifically labia fillet also ground. Beth had been doing this for some time as she found her family was always asking for this particular casserole. The cunt wasn’t always available and while she couldn’t be certain she believed there teen was always something missing when it wasn’t included. Beth’s family had no idea that she had been into girl meat for ages but she preferred, at the moment, to keep that to herself. SAs with other things, she had her reasons. Beth and the girls babbled on about this and that for a while but she could tell the girls were holding back, that they had some particular story to tell. Eventually they admitted that was the case but they wanted to wait for Daddy to be there. The Daddy who had been quite the busy beaver. Dave was a corporate lawyer and steeped in meticulousness and detail; it was in his bones to find out everything about anything he was about to get involved with. There was lots of information on-line of course, but after studying all that, he also set up a sort of practicum with one of his clients, Tim Webber, who ran a consulting business on massage cannibalism and all its intricacies. Many fathers wanted to cook their own daughters, but lacked any experience, so Tim was there, for a fee, to make sure they did everything right, especially the tricky insertion of the spit which required training for accuracy and the best result, critical to an exceptional girl barbecue. Tim had previously worked as a butcher and then event provider for one of the leading girl-meat companies in town and so he had the background needed to branch out on his own. Tim had a full-size, life-like female dummy, anatomically correct inside and out, for precision training. And for significant extra cost he would also procure a live girl to spit as a kind of final exam. Dave, wanting the very best for his sweet Katie, opted for this latter. And, as it happened, for a bit more money Tim had a further offer: thinking ahead, he and his wife had been raising 6 children, not surprisingly all girls (with his wife now knocked up with a seventh). They now ranged in age from five to sixteen. Tim had suggested his eldest, Abby, for Dave’s exam because, first of all, she had become a bit of a handful on the behavioural front, and, as well, he had developed a slightly modified verson of the classic spit and was eager to test it out. Dave would begin practical instruction on Tuesday with, hopefully, the spitting of Tim’s daughter, Abby, that night. Tim thought it would be most exciting and rewarding for Dave – and Katie – if his Abby was his first spit. blowjob Dave finally arrived home for dinner . He walked in, gave his family his big patented smile. He had no way of knowing how many orgasms she had but it teen must have been pretty good. You did it more than once?” I quickly ordered our troops to pull back blowjob behind me masseuse and I slowed our advance. Both of his hands were stroking his cock into his mouth. When she pulled her hand out of her pussy it was covered with her sons cum. I slapped the begging bitch with my palm and the back of my hand, alternating cheeks, whipping her face to one side, then the other. It was to be a get together out at an old barn that we always used to party at. My Hardcore balls were slapping up against Melanie’s ass making loud smacking sounds. It didn't help that she was so short - barely five feet tall. It was Chris’s room. Austin comes up beside Kane, greeting Ash with his now bulging cock, Ash takes his cock into her other hand and begins to start stroking his big cock as well. Mom didn’t ask where we met or anything but when I told her that he lived so massage close to us, she gave me a look. It felt warm as he emptied his balls into me. A thought crossed my mind and I started doing the math in my head. He turned to her. I warned him about knocking her up, but it didn’t seem to matter. She seemed to react with the same kind of enthusiasm to the kiss that she shared with you.