Posted by PK on December 15, 2002 at 07:47:29:
A friend has pointed out that the version of 'Jenny Checks Out' in the archive is incomplete.
Did it get misfiled or did I not send it? I don't know. Anyway, here's the second and last part.
End of part One....
"No," said Sam "I've thought about it but not today." She eyed Jenny appreciatively.
"Besides, now I fancy eating you instead."
Continued.....
"Nice of you to say so." said Jenny, trying to keep a tremulous note from entering her voice.
A frisson of fear and exitement had shot through her when Sam said that. She came out and
said it, she thought. She's going to eat me.
"Can we have a look at the preparations?" she asked. "Are there many others?"
"I'll show you." said Sam. " Coming Tony? Gina's being oiled, you'll want to see that." She
took Jenny's arm and steered her through the crowd, fielding greetings and calls of "Is that
her?" with nods and the occasional word. Away from the drinks there was an open space with
some camp chairs and a child's paddling pool . A superbly built woman with short blonde hair
was sitting in it, having oil poured over her and rubbed in by two very willing assistants, one
in bathing trunks and the other in a bikini. Further away, a group of people were standing
around what Jenny guessed must be a barbecue pit. There was a lithe brown body rotating
slowly on a spit in their midst.
"Is she almost done?" she asked. "I could swear I saw her move."
"Not for a while yet. That's Shahnaz, she was quite brown to start with, but you can certainly
smell her cooking." Jenny could, it was mouth watering.
"Hi Gina. This is Jenny, she's on after you." Gina greeted Jenny with a slippery hand as Sam
explained : "We don't start everybody at once. Gina will be going over the fire next, but she'll
still be cooking when Shahnaz is being served. Looks good doesn't she? I'll have to pace
myself, leave plenty of room for you.
"While you're here, you may as well have Sue do your hair" said Gina. It'll have to come off
or it'll singe on the fire. Don't worry, Sue's good, she did mine." She ran an oily hand through
her neatly cropped hair. The slim dark woman in the bikini smiled.
"Ok, " said Jenny and sat down in a chair. Sue picked up a pair of scissors from somewhere
and stepped behind her.
"I think it will suit you short," she said, "you have the right kind of face." Quickly and
efficiently she sheared off Jenny's locks. watching the red tresses falling around her she felt
like a lamb being shorn. Wonder if they'll knit something with it, she wondered dizzily. She
relaxed under Sue's expert hands. She'd always liked being groomed. It was over almost too
quickly.
"Shall I do your pubes now too? Save time later."
Jenny's heart jumped. Shave her out here? Silly, but she was suddenly shocked. Keeping her
voice steady she said "Yes, I suppose you may as well" and slipped off her panties. She
wondered briefly where to put them, them she tossed them to Tony with what she hoped was
an insouciant smile. "Fight Sam for them!" she said. As Sue knelt between her legs she
realised that she wouldn't be on for a while yet. Should she ask for them back? Somehow it
seemed absurd. She spread her legs and enjoyed Sue's ministrations again. The razor felt
thrillingly cold against her soft skin. As if reading her mind Sue looked up and said, with a
wicked grin, "Don't worry, I won't cut you!". Jenny couldn't keep from laughing. She couldn't
help noticing that Sue was a very tidy worker. She put the cut hair into a bag as she went
along.
"Keeping the lawn tidy?" she asked.
"Oh, " Sue blushed. "When I shave someone for the spit I like to keep their pubes as a
memento. She lifted a ziploc bag out of her purse, on the ground nearby. There was a little
black tuft inside and a stick-on label with 'Shahnaz' written on it. "I hope you don't mind."
"No, feel free." Gina, now apparently oiled enough, handed her a glass of wine. Sue stood
up. "There, all done. Don't you look sweet!"
Jenny stood too. Her legs were surprisingly steady, though there was an ever present tremor
running through her. She looked down at herself. So naked! She'd feel silly asking for the
underpants back now, but it felt somehow draughty down there. Well, Gina didn't seem to
mind. Her head felt light. Maybe this did suit her.
"How did you get into this?" she asked.
Gina smiled and shook her head "Hard to say exactly. I've known Sam and Tony for a while,
and Sam's always said she'd like to roast me. She loves to tease me about it - I must admit I
quite enjoyed it. Last week she got me involved in a bet over a card game. We were a bit
wasted, the stakes were getting wilder and wilder until finally Sam got me to bet myself.
Guess who won. How about you?"
"You won't believe this, " began Jenny. A couple of drinks and a lot of conversation later they
were firm friends. At one point Jenny realise she was still wearing the bra, while she had
completely forgotten her qualms about the naked rest of herself. Feeling faintly silly, she
slipped it off, to laughter from Gina and cheers from some onlookers.
Too soon, Sam and Tony reappeared.
"Time to get skewered, buddy!" said Sam, smacking her lips and rubbing her hands. Gina
gave Jenny an ironic smile and quirked her eyebrows.
"Here's where I get shafted" she said. "Want to watch? Come on, you can keep me
company."
The small party trooped over to a long, low wooden trestle table with some unfamiliar objects
on the ground nearby. Tony handed Gina a glass of something, which she drank quickly. "Up
you go!" said Sam cheerfully "Assume the position!". Gina climbed onto the table and knelt
on hands and knees. Tony picked up a pole of some dull grey material with holes in it. He
positioned himself behind Gina's shapely rump while Sam went in front of her and braced her
shoulders. Jenny could see Gina's plump pink slit glistening. She was obviously aroused.
"How do you want it?" asked Tony.
"The usual way. Come here, will you Jenny?" Jenny moved to her new friend's side. Her
head felt strange and she knew she was wet between the legs. Glancing down, she could see
it. This new style leaves a girl no secrets, she thought. She stroked Gina's shiny flank
affectionately. Though she knew what was going to happen it still came as a visceral shock
when Tony, after carefully positioning the pole with some help from Gina, rammed it forward
into her. The girl's strong body convulsed and began to writhe. Was she climaxing? She was
certainly panting. Jenny continued to caress her as the pole worked its way through her
abdomen and torso. Finally Gina grunted, arched her back and lifted her head as if doing a
Yoga excercise. In fascination, Jenny watched the point emerge from her mouth. She wanted
to ask her how it felt, but she clearly wouldn't be talking any more. Jenny felt faint and dizzy
but oddly excited, seeing her beautiful new friend spitted like an animal. She watched in a
daze as Sam and Tony expertly bound Gina's hands to the pole and tied her ankles to a
crossbar. A strange little spike was attached to the pole and slid forward until it slipped into
Gina's anus, which made her jump. It seemed ruthlessly efficient, though not needlessly
rough. They had obviously done this before.
"We want to get her over the coals while she's still alive" Tony explained. "You'd be
surprised how long some of them last." The two of them picked up the firmly fixed woman's
body and carried her to a vacant pit with an arragement of supports and handles around it.
With practised ease, they lifted Gina into position and engaged some sort of mechanism.
"Electric spit" said Tony. He gave Gina a comradely slap on the rump, though Jenny thought
Sam's fondle at her juicy looking left breast had little to do with camaraderie. For a while they
all stood there, watching the new roast turn. From time to time, Tom dipped a long handled
brush in a bucket and basted her. Was she still wriggling? Hard to tell through the heat haze.
A few more people drifted over to watch. Drinks were produced and a picnic atmosphere
began to develop. Jenny heard several appreciative comments about the quality of the meat
and realised with a start that some of them were about her.
"Let's get over to the other pit, it's about time to serve Shahnaz"
As they strolled over, Jenny noticed another vacant pit beyond it. Hers! A fire was blazing in
it, which worried her. She asked Sam: "Is that my pit? Won't I burn?"
"No, It's okay. The first blaze will die down and you'll cook evenly, just like Gina."
Jenny was beginning to feel slightly cooked already. Her skin was a little flushed from the
sun. She wasn't as hypersensitive as some redheads are, but she'd been naked outdoors for
a lot longer than she was used to. Still, it probably didn't matter. Otherwise she felt quite
comfortable. Her nakedness didn't bother her at all, despite the fact that everyone else was
dressed, though most were down to shorts, trunks or bikinis. Well, I'm the final course, she
thought. It seemed appropriate.
"How did you get Shahnaz to do it?" she asked. As they approached the table near the
middle pit, a couple of people were lifting the girl's nicely roasted body off the supports and
onto a long wooden platter, carefully removing the spit. Sue waved, with a long carving knife
in her hand. Shahnaz's sweetly pretty face looked oddly peaceful as she lay on the table. A
side table held plates, utensils and various condiments.
"I didn't. Shahnaz was Sue's friend, she invited her to a couple of our special dinner parties
and she got interested. I saw her watching the girls on the spits and I could practically read
her mind. I didn't say anything. Naturally we were delighted when she offered to let us cook
her. Lovely girl. Want some?"
"I don't know, " said Jenny doubtfully. "I've never eaten a person before."
"Trust me, she won't mind. Besides, don't you want to know what you'll taste like? You'll be
on the spit before Gina comes off."
Jenny WAS hungry, and Shahnaz looked and smelled delicious.
"All right, I'll have some." she said. Sam relayed a request to Sue, who was carving her
friend and passing slices out to waiting plates. Soon, two plates came back.
"I'm afraid Sue gets the prize cut since she brought Shahnaz in, but this is good. Lets sit, this
is tender meat but you'll need your knife." She snatched some cutlery and handed it to
Jenny. They claimed a nearby picnic table and sat down. Jenny cut a piece from the thick
juicy slice she'd been given. It was still reddish pink near the centre. It was also sensational.
Jenny quickly ate her share of the girl with relish. No mustard or horseradish, though. Sam
ate with gusto but not hastily, using only small dabs of seasoning. Jenny commented on this.
"I like my girlmeat to taste like what it is. Smother it with ketchup and you may as well be
eating sausages" she said. "That's why we baste with just olive oil and a bit of tarragon. If
people want to put stuff on afterwards, that's their affair. Of course, if they smother some
friend of mine with tomato sauce they won't get asked back."
No ketchup for me then, thought Jenny. Whew!
"What was that, then, and what's the prize cut?" she asked.
"That was our dear friend's tasty little rump. Want some more?" Jenny nodded and Sam held
the plates out to Sue for another slice each. "The prize cut is the cunt, of course." Jenny
started slightly. She tingled between the legs. Someone was going to eat her cunt! Today! It
was an odd feeling. She asked for more wine and Sam fetched it. In a companionable silence
they ate more of Shahnaz, washed down with a robust but not crude Californian tipple.
Eventually Sam announced that she'd had enough. "Have to leave room for Gina, and I want
a piece of you too! More than one, in fact."
"Which piece?" asked Jenny delicately.
Sam laughed. "Not that, worse luck. That's Tony's unless you say otherwise. Don't feel sorry
for me, though, I'm getting Gina since I won her. Shall we see how she's doing?"
"Yes, Ok." Jenny felt like taking a stroll. "So that's how I'll taste?"
"More or less. People don't taste exactly alike, but you get the idea. Don't worry, though,
you'll be fine. We've never had a better lot than you three."
Probably flattery, Jenny thought, but she was absurdly pleased anyway. Then a wave of
disorientation swept through her. This is really happening, she realised. And I thought this
was going to be a boring day...
They sauntered over to Gina's pit where a few people were admiring the succulent spectacle.
There seemed to be a lively discussion going on about which TV presenter they'd most like to
eat. Konnie Huq had her supporters. One of them was eating a Shahnaz sandwich, while
another gave the roast another basting with oil. Gina's short hair was plastered to her head.
Jenny wondered if she could still be alive and asked.
"Possibly" considered Sam. We'll lower the pole a notch shortly, but she's slow cooking now.
The airholes and that drink we gave her help keep her going. You won't believe this, but
some girls prefer to have their heads cut off first!" Jenny shook her head at this eccentricity.
"Not our Gina though. Doesn't she look great?" Sam seemed rather proud of her.
"Doesn't it bother you, eating your friends?" Jenny wondered.
"Don't get the chance very often. This isn't for everybody, you know."
"No, but you did like Gina, didn't you?"
"Oh yes, very much. Come to that, I liked Shahnaz, though I didn't know her well. Bubbly girl.
And I do like you - no, I mean it. I like most of the people I eat. You have to remember that
we don't force anybody Ok, I won Gina in a card game, but she didn't have to bet herself, and
she could have backed out, a drunken hand of poker is not a legally binding contract. She
was a very dear friend. Possibly still is. Adds a certain piquancy to the experience. I haven't
known you long, but I've really enjoyed getting aquainted." Sam looked at her watch. That, a
bikini top and a pair of very short Levi cutoffs were all she wore. "For as long as it lasted. I
don't want to rush you, but we could start getting you oiled. We like to take our time over
that and it won't be too long until you're due for the spitting."
Jenny felt the almost familiar thrill she got whenever the subject came up. I don't have to do
this, she thought. They'll be disappointed but they won't blame me, will they? They've had
some pretty good stuff already - she still had the taste of girl rump in her mouth - and one to
come. She opened her mouth and said "Ok".
Tony was waiting with the oil and Jenny, after a brief exchange of greetings, stepped into the
rubber pool. It was slippery but she managed to stand up while he and Sam rubbed oil into
her skin with enthusiasm. I'm being basted, she thought. She wondered what Elise was doing
now. Still on shift? It seemed like another world and a long time ago. She liked the feeling of
hands on her body. Like the haircut and the shaving, it felt like a curiously intimate personal
grooming. Tony paid a great deal of attention to her belly and groin. Now I know what he's
going to eat, she thought and it struck her again.
"Tony," she said "are you going to eat my cunt?"
Tony smiled shyly. "Well, yes I would like to, if you don't mind. Strictly speaking, it's your
choice though. If you'd rather someone else?"
"No, that's okay. Sam's getting Gina and she's on a spit right now. I don't really know anyone
else. Mind if I sit down for a bit?"
"Go ahead. We've covered all of you, the rest is just fun. Tenderising, we call it."
Jenny slipped down into the pool while her hosts continued to massage her. She shut her
eyes. Her entire body seemed to be an erogenous zone. She felt wonderful. She felt
delicious. Tony was massaging her feet, not missing a single toe, while Sam rubbed oil into
her breasts from behind. Wonder if she's going to eat them, she thought. Someone put
another glass of wine into her hand. If you've never drunk wine while being marinaded in
olive oil, you've never lived, she decided. And if you have....oh well. She sipped.
Finally, Sam ran a hand through her oily hair and said "I think you're about ready. Time to get
you spitted. You'll like this bit."
"Easy for you to say," murmured Jenny lazily. She stood up carefullly and stepped out of the
pool. A pale, tallish woman with auburn hair, wearing nothing but a bathrobe, was
approaching. Tony turned to her.
"Sis! I didn't know you were up. Feeling better?"
"Lots, thanks. Is this my replacement?" she held out a hand to Jenny. "Pleased to meet you.
Nice of you to stand in for me. I'm Anthea"
"My pleasure" said Jenny. The woman was gorgeous. The short robe hid nothing of her long,
pale, shapely legs. "So you were supposed to be the guest of honour? Until you got sick, I
mean.." Then she blushed, but Anthea tactfully ignored it.
"Yes, but I'm feeling much better now. I was going to pitch in at the last minute when I heard
you'd come. Look, if you like I'll take over from here."
Jenny was dumbstruck. She could get out of it. No peer pressure. Nobody would be
disappointed. She'd had a great afternoon, she'd eaten roast girl...
"You can stay for the rest of the party, of course" Anthea went on.
And she could taste Gina and eat this beautiful woman standing before her. Anthea had
dropped her robe and the view was heart stopping. I never really appreciated other women's
bodies before, she thought.
She stood there for a long moment, dressed only in olive oil and realised that she had
already made her decision.
"No, that's okay" she said. "I'm ready for the barbecue."
Anthea shrugged cheerfully. "Oh well, another day, Tony" she told her brother. As Sam led
the way to her spitting table she heard Anthea say "Brother, I want some of that rump. She's
gorgeous."
Jenny smiled.