Posted by Ay-Wun on November 25, 2006 at 18:41:43:
Stacey had always wanted to roast Jess, and Jess enthusiasticlly supported that desire. The two beautiful girls had been lovers since their early teens. Stacey, at nineteen was a year older than Jess, after high school she got her own apartment, with her father's help, and entered a school to become a chef. Now, eighteen months later, it was all coming together. Jess had finished high school and moved in with her. Now, as they had planned from the beginning, Jess was going to be Stacey's final exam roast.
For the feast, Stacey made a deal with Max Jader, manager of the Brooklyn, NY branch of Club X. It would be a major sacrifice for the model slim six foot two blonde, who men drooled over, even though she always dressed in men's clothing. Stacey always said she hated men, though she obviously loved her father, and her older brother Steve. A sacrifice, because Max was allowing her to use the kitchen and dining room, but most of all for the use of the club's Jessica 3000 spitting machine, in exchange for her sexual favors prior to the feast. She swore to Jess, as she told her about the deal, that she'd grit her teeth and tolerate it so that Jess could have the roast she desired.
Both girl's fathers and Stacey's brother had agreed to come to the party, Jess's father grudgingly, for though he had no problem with the girl's love relationship, he hated losing his little girl. Daddy's gorgeous girl was no longer little, at six foot one, her long blonde hair and the sexy, feminine skirts and dresses she wore made a striking contrast to Stacey's short blonde locks and masculine garb. Jess, by the way was bi, she loved as much sex as she could get from either men or women. Two of Jess's male lovers, Tom and Greg were invited, as well as three lovely girls, Tina, Polly, and Marj, one of whom would take Jess's place as Stacey's lover, and possibly next roast. The two girl's mother's, by the way, hated their lifestyle, and were appalled at what was planned.
The two lovelies arrived at Club X at four PM to get the party started, well before most of the guests were to arrive, Stacey in her chef's whites, and Jess in nothing but a light summer dress and spike heel sandals, with a cape thrown over her shoulders because of the cool afternoon. She had no worries about the night getting colder, as she didn't expect to be going home that night, except in various stomachs. Stacey seemed glum, as she said,
"I hope you appreciate the sacrifice I'll be making for you in a few minutes!"
"Oh, I do Stacey," Jess answered leaning in to kiss her cheek, "I do."
The door was still locked, since Club X didn't open 'til six PM on week days, but was quickly opened by Max, who was anxious to get it on with Stacey. He'd wanted her for over a year since the girls had joined the club. In spight of her public mannish airs, he had often seen her being quite feminine during the times when nudity was required for female members. Though she always refused men's advances and acted Dom, he thought he saw that she was of two minds. Telling Jess to go into the kitchen, strip, and get into the marinade vat for awhile, Stacey followed Max into his office.
Closing and locking the door, Max turned and looked Stacey, who had stayed close behind him, in the eyes for a few moments before they fell into one another's arms. Their lips came together hungrily, tongues dueling like sabers, they began frantically undressing each other. In what seemed no time, they were both nude, exploring the secrets of one another's bodys with their hands, as they edged in unison toward the large day-bed. Before they reached that goal, Stacey had lifted a leg, and guided Max into her heated hole. Collapsing onto the bed linked together, they began the most frantic fuck either had ever imagined. As Max loosed his load, stacey had one of the most satisfying orgasms of her life.
Shedding her clothes, Jess slipped into the huge vat of warming marinade, a blend of apricot chutney, Dijon mustard, chilis, and garlic, that Stacey had prepared earlier that day. Her skin tingled woderfully in the already quite hot mixture. As the liquid further heated, Jess wondered to herself,
"Will this get too hot and boil me before I can be spit roasted?" as she gazed longingly at her namesake Jessica 3000 across the room.
"Can this be our secret?" asked Stacey, as she dressed in her chef whites.
"I don't see why not. as long as we can do it again, now and then." said Max, with a smile.
Stacey returned the wink he gave her, and resumed the tough look on her face as she went to see how Jess was doing. She didn't want the marinade to get too hot, intending to add a dash of DMSO to get the blend into Jess's skin just before taking her out for the tenderizing, prior to spitting.
Before Max could join them in the kitchen, the doorbell rang. Answering it he found Tom and Greg, who'd been told to arrive a bit early if they wanted to tenderize the roast before the spitting. Max too wanted to get in on that, so he led them directly into the kitchen, where Jess was happily squealing at the painful, yet oddly enjoyable feelings the DMSO gave her as the marinade deeply infused her skin. The three men stood by grinning in anticipation, with growing hard-ons as the lovely exited the vat, like venus from her seashell.
Laying on a prep table, Jess was given her final cunilingus by her lover/chef in preparation for her tenderizing. She was barely coming down from that cum when she was told to get on her hands and knees, as Tom scrambled onto the table. On his back, his ten inches rampant, Jess led it into her eager slot, as Greg, standing on a step-stool, slid his twelve inch tool into her anus. Not wanting to be left out, Max knelt on the other end of the table, presenting his once again hard pole to Jess's lips. The quartet now became a veritable fucking machine filled with manic movement that obviously couldn't last long, though Jess, at this moment, wished it would go on forever. All good things must come to an end, and this one ended in a super mutual climax.
A few minutes afterglow came to an end, as a happy Jessica was helped off the table by Stacey, and onto the Jessica 3000. All the bars and straps soon had that gorgeous body securely in place, and the spit eased twelve inches into her well lubricated pussy.
"This is it, darling Jess." said Stacey with a final kiss to her lips, as she pressed the 'kill' button.
As the spit speared her cevix and began its slow slide through her body, Jess winced, but held her scream as the automatic gutting knife sliced from sternum to slit, and her insides tumbled out. Passing through that newly vacated void, the spit entered her esophagus, which was being held in the proper place after having been severed from the stomach, as water containing a coagulant solution washed her out. Oddly, the combination of the swift stitching of her belly, being filled suddenly with stuffing through the stabilizer in her asshole, and the spit sliding into her throat finally brought a scream from Jess, that was short lived as her larynx was crushed, and the gory point came out of her mouth.
Stacey's three potential lovers, Tina, Polly, and Marj, had arrived as Jess was being spitted. Noting that both Tina and Marj grimaced while watching the spitting, as Polly looked on with an avid eagerness on her beautiful face, Stacey stripped off and invited the three to make love to her. Jess was put high on the electric rotisserie to cook as slowly as possible. Stacey was fondled, licked, and loved where the rotating beauty could watch. Polly proved to be the most ardent and sweet of the three, and when asked to decide by blinking her eyes, Jess chose her as her successor, mere moments before her eyes glazed over, as she happily faded away.
The invited guests all trickled in as Jess, now lowered to the quicker roasting position, turned first red, then golden brown, as more of that marinade was slathered on her beautiful body. An orgy ensued as she cooked, for who would not be aroused by that? The two fathers enjoyed the losing candidates, Tina and Marj, while Polly had the pleasure of Stacey's brother Steve.
Dinner was served at eight-thirty, and while everyone was enjoying their cut of Jess, Stacey was sharing her filet with Polly, as mixed emotions filled her head of happiness for Jess getting what she longed for, sadness at her loss as a lover, and satifaction at having passed her exam with flying colors, while entertaining new joys with a new lover, and potential future menu item. As all were finishing Jess's delicious meat, her father, who was a bit drunk, stood, startling Marj who had crawled under the table and was energetically sucking his cock, and not about to let go.
"A toast to my beloved daughter!" he proclaimed, pausing for a few moments as he came, and everyone raised their glasses, "The most beautiful, loving daughter a father could ask for, and a truely magnificent meal!"
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