Posted by Puffy on July 25, 2008 at 10:05:52:
Synopsis: Typical Canniland graduation – some graduating girls are picked by lottery for the celebration roast, and the best performing boys get to spend the night before with them. All consensual. The girl gives her first ever blowjob, some food play at night, then enjoying the roast the next day. A cameo appearance by a character from Furniture and Me Too.
Graduation
By Puffy
Boxer was valedictorian by half a point.
“Hard luck, Alfred.” They shook hands and Alfred patted him on the shoulder.
“The better man won. Well done, Boxer.”
It was not such a big loss since both of them were going to spend the night with and receive the choicest cuts from any of the five roasters selected for the valedictory lunch. Topping the honour roll simply gave Boxer first pick of the girls.
The remaining three positions on the roll were taken by their female classmates. This was no surprise since they were the only males in their class. Females in Canniland outnumbered men one hundred thousand to one. Boxer’s class was exceptional in that it had two male students – odds that boggled his mind. According to Boxer, it was not so unusual that both male students then made the honour roll. He explained it in terms of the resulting competitive atmosphere between him and Alfred, and favouritism from the teachers.
There was no foul play, however, and both were confident that they had earned their results through sheer academic smarts and determination. After all, they had to make the most of their lives as men – the laws of reincarnology stated that they wouldn’t be coming back as humans for many cycles.
The Dean was pulling the names of the roaster girls from a box. Boxer shook his head in amusement. “All the technology we have, and they do a paper lottery.”
“It’s traditional,” said Alfred.
In the box was names of all the girls minus the three on the honour roll. Five names were to be picked: one for each honour student.
“It’s a shame,” said Boxer. “Only five girls can win this lottery. And the honour girls have no chance.”
“They have a duty to use their smarts to further humanity,” said Alfred. “If they look after their bodies, they will still cook up fine when they feel they have done their part. Besides, there’s always their next life.”
“Unless they come back as men,” said Boxer.
“We’ve just got to accept our lot in life, Boxer.”
The real purpose of the lottery was to decide which girls would miss out on becoming the valedictory roasts.
“Did you know,” said Alfred, “that back in the twentieth century they had lotteries, but instead of being called to processing, the prize was actually money?”
“What a messed up world that is. How did they stop girls from clamouring over each other in the rush to be processed?”
Canniland women had long ago accepted that the country would collapse if they were all granted their desire to be processed. The lottery was created to maintain a sustainable level of processing. Winning the lottery allowed a girl to be processed without feeling selfish. She could opt out at any stage, of course, even after she had won – even in the graduation lottery. Although adult women could volunteer for processing at any time, patriotism and a sense of moral duty to sustain humanity persuaded many of them to wait for a lottery win.
“Back in those days, the science of reincarnology didn’t exist. People were afraid of cannibalism,” continued Alfred.
“I think I remember this. It was why they had a population problem?”
“That’s right. They refused to eat themselves and their population grew out of control.”
“And that’s our five roasters!” declared the Dean, gesturing to the five smiling women. There was a collective sigh of disappointment from the student body.
“Which one do you like?” asked Alfred.
“They all look delicious,” complained Boxer. “Why must women be so scrumptious?”
The honour roll students were called to the front while the lottery winners undressed themselves and struck their most alluring poses.
“You get first pick, Boxer,” beamed the Dean.
“Can I have them all?”
Everybody laughed and somebody called from the back, “Then select four more of us to roast!”
“I’m afraid the limit is there for a good reason,” apologised the Dean. She must have only been a few years out of college, noted Boxer. She looked young enough to be standing there with the roasters, and certainly good enough to eat...
He quickly shook himself back to reality. The Dean blushed and turned away. Whoops, thought Boxer. She’d noticed.
He walked up behind each girl in turn and sniffed her neck and squeezed her buttocks. “I don’t know, Miss Del. They are all too nice!”
“Pick me,” said a brunette named Karina. “I’ll let you do anything.”
“So will I!” said the other four in unison.
“That didn’t help much,” laughed Boxer. “But I’ll take Karina because she spoke up first. Whoa!”
He nearly lost his balance when Karina leapt at him and wrapped her arms and legs around his body. He stumbled back a few steps before stabilising himself and grabbed Karina’s butt to help support her weight. Girls were surprisingly heavy!
“You will do anything?” asked Boxer.
“Anything!”
“Then firstly,” he grunted, “can you get off me?”
Alfred and Boxer walked their roasters home with them. Alfred had picked an Asian girl named Ling. Both girls were fully clothed – they were leaving a school zone, after all.
“What do you think the girls will do with their roasters?” asked Boxer.
“Probably the same thing we will, but the girl version,” replied Alfred. “Say, do you want an orgy?”
After seeing Karina’s reaction, Boxer said, “No.”
“Oh well. It was worth asking. What time do we have to return them to the school for preparation tomorrow? Oh, that’s good. That will give us some time to muck around in the morning. See you tomorrow man.”
“So this is how a man lives,” Karina gave Boxer’s apartment a once-over when they arrived. “It looks so...normal.”
“Leave your things in the corner. I will mail them back to your place tomorrow.”
“Oh, you can keep them or sell them or whatever. I don’t mind,” said Karina, stripping off her clothes. “I won’t care soon anyway.”
“Your beneficiary might like the text books,” said Boxer.
Karina simply shrugged. “I don’t want to bother you. If you’re fussy, just consider it a gift in thanks for the wonderful night we’re going to have.” She sidled up to him and brushed her hand up and down his thighs. “What do you want to do first?”
“Dinner, then a movie, then an early night to rest up for tomorrow.”
“What?!” gasped Karina. “But what about—“
Boxer flashed his toothy grin. “You’re such a gullible muffin, girl.”
“Grr!” she slapped his arm.
“Dinner first,” said Boxer. “I’ll order. Make yourself at home.”
Karina used the bathroom while Boxer made the call. He gave her a spare towel to use after her shower. As she left the bathroom, she found him waiting his turn wearing only his briefs. “Funny,” she said. “I thought you were a boxer man.”
“Haha,” he said, walking into the bathroom.
Karina caught him by the waist and pulled him back out. “No. I like a sweaty man.” She licked his pecs. She led him by the arm to his bed and sat him down. Kneeling before him, she worked his briefs off and caught her first ever glimpse of a live penis. “Wow...it’s nothing like in the photos!”
“Try licking it,” suggested Boxer.
She hesitantly leaned forward and stuck out her tongue. It smelled...different. Not unpleasant. Just different. She gave it a stroke with her tongue. It wasn’t bad. She then engulfed his member and worked it inside her mouth.
“Watch those teeth.”
As she played his penis around her mouth, her eyes suddenly widened and she jerked her head back. It had gotten bigger!
“Keep licking it.”
She grabbed it in both hands and placed it back in her mouth, more cautiously this time. She dabbed the end with her tongue and sucked. The taste had changed considerably, and she felt her own sex moisten in response. His penis was now fully erect.
“You were sick the day we had sex ed, weren’t you?” asked Boxer.
Karina withdrew his member from her mouth. “Yes,” she said, licking his flavour from her lips. “And I never got around to renting the video.” She stared intently at Boxer’s penis and ran her hands up and down its length. “How did it do this? Can you make it do it again?”
Boxer laughed. “Once it’s like that, it’s hard to change it back.”
“Oh.” She was a little disappointed.
“You will see it later. While it’s like this, we can enjoy ourselves. Lie back on the bed.”
Boxer positioned her hips at the edge of the bed, spread her legs and knelt down between them. “What are you doing?” she gasped. Her breathing was heavy.
“You have never done this before?” he asked. He caressed her vulva. It was one of the prettier ones he had seen.
“What do you – no. Never. Ah! What are you doing?”
He was nibbling on her labia. He began using his tongue. “How unusual,” he said. “Most girls are sexually active by our age.”
“I thought there was plenty of time,” gasped Karina. She reached down between her legs with her hands, tried to cover herself but instead grasped his hair. Her thighs tried to close by themselves, to protect her sex from this man. But she wanted him...”Oh, it’s embarrassing,” she moaned.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” said Boxer. “You are very pretty.”
“No,” she moaned. “I want you but I cannot control my body.”
“That’s good,” he said. “It feels more exciting.”
The doorbell rang.
“Shit!” said Boxer. He stood up, a grimace on his face. “Sorry babe, but we can’t keep them waiting.”
“No, wait!” Karina bounced up. “Hand me your card. I’ll answer it.”
“What?” asked a surprised Boxer. Then he grinned. “Oh you naughty bird.”
The delivery girl received an eyeful. “Won’t you come in and join us?” purred Karina.
“I-I wish – I can’t,” she lamented. Her eyes lingered on the moisture between Karina’s thighs. Her juices had smeared down to her knees.
“What’s your name?”
“A-Alicia.”
“Come join us, Alicia. I am going to be roasted tomorrow. Make my last night memorable. Please?”
“I-I really wish I could. Sorry.” Alicia stepped away.
“Come on. You can have an early taste of these.” Karina cupped her breasts and squeezed her upper arms together, in effect enlarging her mammaries. She thrust one at Alicia.
Alicia reached out to grab it but caught herself and backed away. “No. I can’t. Sorry. And congratulations.”
“Worth a try,” shrugged Karina after she closed the door.
“We almost had her. You were very seductive,” said Boxer. “She couldn’t leave her job.”
“I guess.”
“Strike that pose for me again. That’s the one. I feel like ravishing you right now.”
“Really?” Karina blushed.
“Yes. But let’s eat first or I won’t be able to restrain myself from taking an early bite from you.”
“What did you order anyway?” Karina gently lowered the boxes onto the table and gingerly opened them. “It feels really delicate – wow! Is that really a—“
“Have you had one before?”
“No! They’re really expensive. Every woman only has one, so not every woman gets to eat one in her lifetime.”
“Then it’s yours.”
“What? Really? Oh, Boxer, I can’t—“
“It’s only fair. I will get yours for free tomorrow, so this is my treat. Go ahead.”
“Oh, wow. I can’t – wow. Thank you, Boxer!”
Boxer poured the wine. “There’s no need. We’re friends now.”
“What did you get for yourself? Wow! Our two meals are the most expensive cuts. This must have cost a fortune!”
“We ought to do something special for graduation. This is your last night as Karina. Who knows who you will come back as?”
“Gee...you’re right. To graduation!” They clinked glasses.
“Karina, tell me why you didn’t want Alfred’s orgy.”
“What? Oh, you mean that?” she blushed. “I...Well, I just wanted you for myself tonight. Rather selfish, hey?”
Boxer sipped his wine. “Not at all. You won the lottery, so this should be special for you.”
When she finished her meal, Karina sidled up to Boxer. Then, an idea sparked. She crawled beneath the table and started licking his penis.
“Wow, look at it grow! I will never get tired of this!”
After Boxer had finished eating, they retired to his room.
“What about the movie?” asked Karina.
“Let’s skip the movie.”
“Sure,” she grinned.
“You said you would do anything.”
“Yeah. What do you have in mind?”
“Close your eyes.”
“OK.”
Boxer sat her down on the bed.
“What’s this?”
“I am blindfolding you. Otherwise you will peek.”
Karina listened intently as Boxer bustled to and fro, trying to pick out what he was doing. Eventually, he released the blindfold and Karina saw the plates of doughnuts, cherries, chocolate...and a mat laid out on the bed.
“This might get messy,” Boxer explained. “Lie on the mat and let me tie your hands to the bed. Good.” He decorated her body with the cherries and chocolate, then smeared a gooey substance over he legs.
“What’s this?”
“Jam. An imported spread. Hold still.”
“Are you taking a photo of me?”
“Why not? I don’t have a big enough mirror, so this is the only way I can show you how delectable you look. I want to keep this memory.”
He brought the camera up in front of her. “Oh wow! That’s me?”
“Time for dessert.” Boxer flashed his toothy grin.
He ate using only his mouth, occasionally using his arms to hold her down. He licked the jam from her thighs, slurped the cream from her arms, and deposited the cherry pips in her bellybutton. When he finally released her hands, his tongue had worked its way over the entire front of her body.
“Now it’s your turn,” she said. “Is that what the doughnuts are for?”
“You got it. I want you to slide them onto my dick with your mouth, then eat them off me. Just put those cherry pips on the plate there. Now, to make sure you don’t cheat, turn around so I can tie your hands behind your back. Good. Give me a good licking before you start; otherwise I won’t be holding up any doughnuts.”
It was more difficult than she thought. The holes in the doughnuts were too small, so she had to rest them one at a time on the tip of his penis, and then take his member into her mouth and push the doughnut down with her lips.
“You don’t have to take it too deep,” said Boxer when she struggled to take him past her throat. “When you get a few on they will push each other down.”
Soon his shaft looked like an assorted display case. There were sprinkles and chocolate and cinnamon.
“Time to eat,” said Boxer.
Karina worked her way steadily down the stack, unveiling more and more of Boxer’s penis. “I’m going to get fat,” she commented halfway through.
“That won’t be a problem,” said Boxer.
“Ugh! I never want to eat another doughnut in my life,” she said.
“You’re almost done.”
“At last! Now the good bit,” she said after devouring the last one. She began licking the sprinkles and chocolate and cinnamon from Boxer’s shaft.
“Why don’t you take it into your mouth and let the toppings melt?” suggested Boxer.
She wrapped her lips around his member as deep as she could manage and started servicing him with her tongue. The toppings did melt off into her mouth, and she had to swallow every so often. However, she had to manually search out and lick off stray bits of sprinkle and cinnamon and gave his member a final run with her tongue to make sure it was squeaky clean.
“Can you untie me now?” asked Karina.
“No,” said Boxer, flashing his toothy grin. “How do you feel about a noose around your neck?”
“I’ll try anything you want,” said Karina. “It does sound erotic.”
“Here, let me blindfold you too. It’s more intense.”
Karina was ecstatic when Boxer entered her, his hands tightening the noose. Her final night as Karina really was very special.
***
“What’s in the bag?” asked Alfred.
“Take a guess.” Boxer lowered it to the ground and undid the straps.
“Karina?” gasped an astonished Ling.
“Heya Ling! Ready for our big day?” a nude Karina uncurled, grabbed Boxer’s proffered arm and pulled herself out of the bag.
“What a way to come,” said Alfred. Then, looking at Ling, “I wish I’d thought of that.”
“That’s OK,” said Ling. “We had a good night.”
“What a wild ride,” said Karina. “I feel just like packaged meat!” She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered, then grabbed Boxer’s hand and brought it between her legs. “See how much it’s turning me on!”
“What did you two do?” asked Boxer, licking his hand clean.
Before Alfred and Ling could answer, the Dean walked up. “Are we all set, guys? We need to get the girls up and roasting soon. We’ve got a jam-packed day ahead of us!”
“But not jam-packed roasters, I hope,” joked Alfred.
“You’ll have to ask the chef,” said the humourless Dean. “She made the stuffing. Let’s go.”
Karina was the first one up. The moments passed in a blur and soon she was rotating over the fire, her belly held together at the seam. The chef had reassured her that the stuffing was jam-free.
“I have never seen a one-piece spitting before,” remarked Boxer, who was standing in front of her. “That chef must have had a lot of practice. You’re a lucky girl, Karina.” The edges of her lips tugged up in a smile as she watched him spin with the rest of the world around her. “Alfred is helping to process Ling. This gives me an opportunity to admire you.” He kept talking as he stepped out of sight. From the sound of his voice, she knew he was circling her body. “It’s impossible, but you look more scrumptious than you did last night. I wish you could see the way the juices trickle around your body as you turn.”
Me turn? thought Karina. As far as she was concerned, it was the rest of the world spinning, revolving around her body over the fire.
“The way it collects at your breasts,” continued Boxer. “And forms a drop at your nipples.” His words brought the feelings to her. She felt the sauce snake its way around her body, down the curves of her breasts and pool at her nipples. She could feel the drops fall away when they became too heavy.
“The way your knees move to the gravity, it looks like you’re spasming from desire.” Her pussy moistened at the word desire.
“I am just basting you now. The way your toes and fingers wriggle, the brush must feel really cold.”
Her entire body was aflame, but the icy feel of the fresh baste caused another fire to stir in her loins.
“Your arms are starting to twitch. This must be frustrating for you. I will help relieve you in a moment. I want to try something first.”
She was front-up against the sky. She felt the brush support her breasts from falling as she spun to the side, and the flip of the bristles across her nipples as she continued spinning until she was front-down.
“I couldn’t resist, seeing how your breasts fell when you turned to the side,” said Boxer. “They have a lot of freedom to move when you turn on the spit. Now I keep my promise...”
The bristles tickled her vulva and felt excruciating yet wonderful when they brushed over her still sensitive clitoris. Then the sensation was gone as she spun front-down, returning moments later as she continued to rotate.
She began looking forward to the periodic stimulation – oh, she couldn’t rotate fast enough!
“Your butt looks so sweet the way it’s twitching,” said Boxer. “I can’t wait to take a bite out of it.”
His words brought her over the top.
***
Boxer sat down to his meal. His plate was adorned with a cut of Karina’s inner thigh, one of her breasts and her juicy pussy – perhaps I had over basted it, he thought, then shrugged. So long as it was good for her.
A clear, pink fluid flowed from the cut as he knifed off a slice containing her clitoris. Chewy, he thought. A familiar taste. Reminds me of last night. It even retained a hint of her soft fragrance.
He smiled at Karina’s head in the clear display case behind his plate. His first real trophy. Such a lucky girl.
“Where’s a good place to get her head preserved?” he asked Alfred.
“Minnie’s,” said Alfred, washing down a slice of Ling with wine. “Next to the flourist’s at the mall. What are you going to do with her bones?”
“I think she will make a great table,” said Boxer through a mouthful of Karina.