"(Story) Pot Roast (Willing, casual) « on: September 30, 2017" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/fe7LmZA8 Created on: Sunday 8th of October 2017 06:57:46 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:17:30 AM UTC (Story) Pot Roast (Willing, casual) « on: September 30, 2017, 09:52:59 PM » ReplyQuote The pot was glazed on the inside. Shelby wasn't sure why that surprised her, but it did. She'd been expecting rough clay under the sole of her foot, not smooth glaze. Smooth, but not slippery. She stepped aside as her cousin Clarity lowered herself into the pot behind her. "Against the wall, babe," Clarity reminded her. Shelby nodded. She'd forgotten. She leaned awkwardly against the sloping wall to make room as a small-chested, blond young woman with a surfer's body whom she vaguely remembered seeing around town dropped down to join them in the pottery container. It was a big pot, but not TOO big. Three people could just about lean against its walls and feel they had enough personal space. When a fourth - a fit east Indian babe with deep mocha skin - joined them, things started to get... intimate. When a full-bodied black girl with HUGE breasts and a booty that could win awards lowered herself in through the hole at the top, they ran out of ways to arrange themselves that didn't involve being pressed up against somebody, which was a great way to remind them that none of them were wearing any clothes. Sixth was a second ebony babe who looked like she could be the first black girl's sister, and Shelby gasped as the crush of bodies in the increasingly crowded ceramic vessel pushed them together so that the newcomer was almost lying on her, face to face. Their breasts squished together and Shelby felt the stranger's arms go round her waist. "Uh... hi." she said. "Hi!" the new girl replied, and grinned nervously in the gloom, then went "oof!" as a plump nerdy white chick that Shelby recognized from school literally dropped in to join them after losing her grip on the pot's rim. Everybody groaned as her sudden arrival forced them all together into a crush of naked bodies. "...Hi Penny!" Shelby greeted her. "Hey Shel!" the geeky girl replied with a beaming smile. "Just two mo-woah! Hel-LO!" Her shocked outburst was in response to a skinny brunette who was having trouble finding somewhere to wriggle her legs into the press of bodies, with the result that she was sitting on Penny's shoulders and giving her a face full of pussy. There was laughter, and the sound of people shuffling and straining to make room. Finally, the newcomer had enough space and was able to wriggle down to join the tight press of flesh. That just left one more, and thank God she was a tiny one, a petite asian chick who lowered her legs daintily into the pot, used the black gal in Shelby's face as a stepladder, and finally found the space to squirm her tiny trim body down until she was as densely packed in as the rest of them. "That HAS to be everyone, right?" Clarity asked. Shelby nodded - it was getting hard to breathe. Sure enough, a second later they were showered in vegetables as the attendants outside upended buckets of carrots, onions and garlic into the pot with them. Gallons of broth and red wine were dumped all over them, making them gasp and splutter, somebody tossed in a huge double handful of rosemary, and finally there was the prolonged pottery clanking of the lid being lowered into place. The last thing any of them ever saw was each other's soaked faces before the lid was on and they were plunged into total pitch darkness. Silence fell, broken only by the slosh of broth and wine around their feet. Fortunately, the wet ingredients stopped all the onion from stinging their eyes, but the air was close and stank of red wine. After a few moments, somebody coughed. "So, uh... hi." Clarity ventured, after perhaps half a minute of awkward silence. "Nice to MEAT you?" one of the others replied, and the pot filled with the sound of people groaning. "y'know... I don't know why but I always imagined we'd be able to see in here," somebody else said. Probably the asian chick, from her accent. "Really? In a pot with the lid on, buried underground surrounded by hot coals?" somebody else asked. The first black girl, Shelby decided. "I just didn't think that bit through!" "You did think through SOME of it though, right?" the black girl with her arms round Shelby's waist asked. "Oh! Yeah! I mean... I know... yeah. I just thought we'd be able to see, that's all. Not..." The awkward silence returned. "...I hope we taste good," somebody said after a while. "We will!" Shelby predicted. "The pot roast ALWAYS tastes good." "Yeah...too bad we don't get to be part of it AND taste it, huh?" "True," Shelby agreed. "But... oh MAN, every year I tasted it I always dreamed of being part of it. Right?" There was a lot of "oh yeah"-ing and "uh-huh"-ing and a "fuckin' A!" from Clarity which became a collective "WHOAH-AH!" as the pot suddenly shook, tilted and lurched around them. They'd been winched into the air by a crane. Shelby needlessly tried to hold on to something and only wound up squeezing Clarity's thigh and the black babe's arm. She grunted, and Shelby forced herself to relax. "Sorry." "It's okay. Uh... hi. I'm Jaina." "Shelby." "Pretty name." "Thanks!" "Pretty girl, too," Jaina added. Nervous laughter swept around the inside of the pot. "Kinda late to be hitting on her now, big sis..." the other black girl teased, confirming Shelby's suspicions. "Hey, I'm not complaining!" Shelby defended her. "Yeah, shut up Raquel," Jaina replied. Shelby could hear the grin in her voice. The lurching and swinging came to a stop with a crunch. There was the loud noise of heavy machinery from outside and then an earthy, pouring, crunchy sound that rattled and tapped on the pot's outside walls. "...Guess that's the coals," somebody said. "Yup!" Penny agreed. "Congratulations, girls. We're officially cooking!" "So, uh... we got Shelby, Jaina and Raquel," Clarity reeled off. "I'm Clarity, Shelby's cousin, and I know Penny...Who else is in here?" "Alex." That sounded like the blonde with the big tits. "I'm Mai. Liu Mai." "Sati." "Dana." By process of elimination, Shelby figured that was the dark-haired chick who'd given Penny a face full of puss when she joined them. "So... how long until we start to cook?" Alex asked. "Or, are we gonna run out of air first?" "Pretty sure we'll cook first," Clarity said. "The wall's already getting warm." "Huh." More silence, for a while. Shelby could definitely feel the pot wall behind her heating up, and she squirmed a little. “So, uh...we're all here because we want to be, right?" she asked. "Do they even allow non-cons to do this?" Alex asked. "I had to fill out some paperwork before they'd let me in here." "Eager to cook, babe?" Mai asked her teasingly. "Oh hell yeah! It was a coin toss between this or signing up down at the Thick Grill." Alex sighed. "I mean, I kinda regret that I won't get to ride the spit, but the pot roast is always AMAZING." "Yeah, that's why I'm here!" Penny agreed. "I've known from a young age that I wanted to cook as soon as I was eligible, and why trust it to the unknown, when I know the pot roast always comes out AMAZING." The others murmured agreement and Shelby sensed they were nodding. "This bitch dared me," Clarity announced, and prodded Shelby in the arm. "Which bitch?" Dana asked. "It's dark in here." "Shelby!" Clarity explained. "For weeks now it's been "dare you to cook, dare you to go in the pot roast. I dare ya. Chicken!" and shit like that." Shelby giggled. "You caved WAY quicker than that. I teased her for like two minutes and she was like "you're on, bitch, but only if you're in there with me" and of course I was in! Our moms were in this thing two years ago, right Clar?" "I thought it was three years?" "Eh." Shelby shrugged. "They were fucking delicious, though." "So was our mom," Jaina agreed. "Right, Raquel?" "Uh...Penny?" Mai asked, suddenly. "Are you...?" "Yup!" "What?" Raquel asked. "She's touching herself!" Sati supplied. "Please," Penny scoffed as nervous laughter swept the inside of the pot. "we're all here because getting cooked like this floats our boat, right?" "Well..." Mai cleared her throat. "I mean, yeah, but..." "But let me enjoy it!" There was more laughter, less nervous this time, and then to Shelby's surprise she felt a pair of lips press against her own - Jaina's. It was a hell of a kiss, too. Soft, but needy. Tender, but hot. Shelby wasn't even thinking when her lips parted and she tasted Jaina's tongue. She must have gasped because Clarity giggled. "Someone's having fun!" Shelby made a hungry "mm-hmm!" noise into the kiss and there was more laughter. Little gasps and moans started by ones and twos around the whole pot until from the sound of it everybody was touching themselves...or being touched. Shelby managed to work her fingers through the crush of flesh and up Jaina's thigh, where she was pleased to discover a slippery, juicy, heavily aroused cunt waiting for them. Jaina returned the favor in short order. It was getting hot, in more ways than one. Aside from the fact that the inside of the pot now sounded like a giant lesbian orgy - which it basically was - the walls was getting uncomfortably heated against Shelby's skin, and the air was well above body temperature. The smell of clean sweat, arousal and wine-based broth was deliriously heady. There was a kiss on her left shoulder, which had to be Clarity. Nobody else could possibly reach. She turned slightly, took her cousin's hand, and Clarity surprised her by kissing her as well. Shelby didn't question it. This was their final moment, why worry about it? If Clarity wanted to kiss her...well, actually, she wanted to kiss Clarity too. In fact, she slid her spare hand down her cousin's body, and helped Clarity pleasure herself. But the clay was now tipping over the threshold between "uncomfortably hot" and "painful". Somebody in the dark sobbed the words "oh god!" and Shelby really didn't know if it was a cry of pleasure, pain or fear. All three at once, probably. That was how she felt. She couldn't help but squirm helplessly in Jaina's embrace, and the only thing that gave her any kind of a way to cope with the pain was to focus on pleasuring the two women she could reach. But the clay just kept getting hotter, and hotter, and at some point it crossed the line between painful and...something else. A tightening, spreading, numbing pain in her back and butt and feet, the sensation of her own flesh beginning to caramelize and sizzle. It didn't hurt as much as she'd thought it would, maybe because it had built up slowly...but it meant only one thing. Shelby couldn't contain it. "Oh god!" she moaned. "I'm cooking! Oh fuck, I'm COOKING!!" They were the sexiest words she'd ever spoken, because they were TRUE, and they seemed to break a barrier that everyone had been holding themselves behind. "Ohh fuck, me too!" somebody replied. "This is it!" "Oh my god! Oh my god we're really cooking!" "We're meat! We're just meat now!" "Yes! YES!" "I love you, girls!" "Oh fuck, yes, please COOK MEEEEEE!!!" "Fuuuuuuck!" Agonized moaning filled the air and Shelby's world reduced down to only two facts: the sensation of cooking, and the sex she was having. Time became meaningless. She orgasmed more times than she could count, she stopped being sure of when she was kissing Clarity and when she was kissing Jaina, or how many times THEY had cum, or... The only thing she was sure of was the creeping sensation of being cooked that was crawling steadily through her flesh, slowly getting closer and closer toward her pounding heart...until suddenly there was a new component to the agony. The air. the air was too hot. Just breathing it cooked the lungs. Just standing in it cooked the skin. They were all roasting, literally, and suddenly the moans of pain weren't moans any more, they were screams. Delirious from pain, from pleasure, from the heat and from suddenly grasping the full impact that this was IT, this was how she died, her own name slipped away from her until she couldn't remember it or anybody else's, or even that she was just one person and that the others were different people. Nine pieces of meat in a pot all shared the same prolonged hallucination of merging together into a single suffering flesh, forgot how to be anything else except meat, and surrendered to it. The screams faded into weak moans, which faded away until the only sound in the pot was the sizzling of cooking meat and the bubbling of broth. But nobody was left to hear it. + + The sun was setting when the cooks finally excavated the pot and winched it out from under the glowing coals. It settled onto the sand making glassy noises as it cooled and settled, and the crowd gathered round. The great cloud of steam that rolled out of it when they took the lid off smelled like heaven itself, and the smell got even better when the cooks decanted its contents onto a huge metal tray. A wash of gravy, vegetables and nine perfectly cooked pieces of meat emerged into the twilight, steaming and browned and almost falling off the bone. The tender meat was quickly seen to. Carefully, so as not to ruin it, but quickly so as not to let it go cold, it was fished out of the tray and laid on a hot rack. Perfectly roasted meat parted easily under the chef's knives as the heads were removed and set aside, the offal extracted and potted, and the good meat was peeled tenderly off the bones, pulled and shredded together and served to the hungry festival goers in edible bread bowls with a healthy ladle of the gravy and vegetables. By the time it arrived in any diner's hands it was impossible to tell which of the nine smiling women who'd first stepped into the pot a given morsel belonged to...but somehow Danielle knew when she tasted her cousins. Clarity...that bit could only be Clarity. And this piece was probably Shelby. The difference in flavor was subtle, but somehow she KNEW. She ate them by herself with her eyes closed and delight on her face, savoring every tiny shred of the meat and every bite of gravy-soaked bread, until it was all gone, her fingers were licked clean and her belly was full. Her only regret was that she'd been too young to go in the pot with them this year. Oh well. She'd just have to take part in next year's pot roast instead.