"I wrote something « R-18G" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/UWiCE0is Created on: Friday 9th of March 2018 07:01:55 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:15:47 AM UTC I wrote something « on: Yesterday at 12:04:55 PM » ReplyQuote No title. I saved it as Tidbits. First thing I wrote. Be harsh, be gentle, I don't care. Been sitting on it a while, figured I'd contribute. “How’s your fattening going?” “Oh, awesome girl! I’m almost at the 140 mark! I should be nice and meaty for your cookout Saturday!” “That’s great, Savannah! How do your thighs look?” “Oh God, DELICIOUS! The meat jiggles a little when I walk. My legs are like toned sides of beef.” “And your ass?” “You could eat my ass for days.” “Mmmm, I’m planning on it-” “Hey, Erin? Why don’t you just come over to my house and check my meat for yourself?” “Uh, I would, Savannah, but I’ve got to head over to Emily Hornick’s. Her parents are roasting her sister today.” “Oh! Madeleine?” “Yeah, Madeleine. Anyway, I told her I would come and eat some of her sister. You can come if you like, I’m sure Emily won’t mind, especially since she’ll be eating you too on Saturday.” “I would, but I’ve got a massage lined up. Want to make my meat is soft and tender for you!” “I can’t wait to eat you.” Erin heard Savannah giggle over the line. “Thanks, I can’t wait to be eaten.” “Bye girl!” Clicking her phone off and putting it in her pocket, Erin checked the time. If she was going to make it to Emily’s, she’d have to leave now. Emily, one of Erin’s great friends from school, was throwing a roast party with her parents for her older sister Madeleine. These kinds of parties were common as girls hit 18-most of population was female, and of course, most of those females wanted two things in life-good sex and to be a good meal. Madeleine was definitely a great lay, Erin knew from experience, and she could wager a guess that she would be a hell of a main course too. Erin threw on a halter top, a pair of short jeans shorts, a white sneakers and slipped out the door. Emily’s house wasn’t far. In fact, she likely could have walked were she in the mood. No matter…there was a good chance of Erin getting her cardio in one way or another. The house itself was exactly what you would imagine your all American middle class family home to be-white picket fence, doghouse, green lawn, fire pit for roasting young women…you know, the works. Erin smiled when she spotted Emily’s long blonde ponytail bounce its way out of the house and head in her direction. That girl was soooo hot. “Erin! So glad you could make it!” Emily enthusiastically squeezed her friend into a tight hug. Erin’s smile grew wider, allowing a glimpse of perfect white teeth. “Ah, Em, you knew I would! It’s important that I be here for you. And you know EVERYONE’S been just waiting to take a bite out of your sister.” Emily winked. “And here I let myself think that you might have come over to taste me…” She batted her eyelashes playfully at Erin, who suddenly found herself wondering whether or not the Hornicks would mind sticking a spit through Emily instead of their older daughter. “Who’s to say you can’t have a little of both of us?” A clear, crisp female voice rang its way into the conversation. A long legged brunette, completely in the nude, stood in the doorway making the subtle announcement to Erin that dinner had arrived. Madeleine Hornick was the type of girl everyone would want to eat-God, she was too sweet not to. Light brown hair that touched her waist, straight and smooth as Coca Cola advertised itself to be, with clear blue All American eyes, Emily’s older sister had surely materialized herself right out of a John Mellencamp song and decided to stay for a bit. She was slender, not skinny, with a round perky rump that just deserved some mushroom and onions. Erin loved that butt-it just seemed so juicy and tender that even seeing Madeleine in jeans would make her mouth water. She was finally going to get to eat it! And Madeleine’s perky, cute little breasts, adorned with slices of pineapple...oh yes, that would… Erin’s rising fantasy was interrupted by a soft whisper. Emily. In her ear. In the real world. “Erin, you know you can bang her before they cook her. You don’t have to go solo on my front step.” Madeleine giggled and blushed before giving a tiny, cute little wave and heading back inside. Okay, that’s just not fair. Erin bit her lip, composed herself, and turned to Emily. “So, yeah, who all is here then?” “Oh, you know, most of Madeleine’s friends from school that are still around. Sarah Hall, Grace Peterson, Louise Lutzenberger…” Emily frowned trying to go through the names. “The German girl that used to play soccer? I thought she got munched?” “No, but her sister did. Annika.” “Yeah, yeah, she did after they won state. That was soooo cool. Like literally, right on the field!” “I had some of her thighmeat. She was fucking delicious.” As the girls headed inside, Erin watched Emily’s juicy thighs jiggle with every step. Emily was not fat by any means, but the softness of her friend’s legmeat in her shorts, plus the topic of conversation and the impending event for which Erin came in the first place, made her mouth water. She couldn’t wait to get started. ` Madeleine stood in the middle of large group of people, mostly young beautiful women, all sipping drinks and laughing. Her mom was in the kitchen making the stuffing, while other guests milled about the brightly lit room. Madeleine enthusiastically waved Erin and Emily over, as the group she had been entertaining suddenly evaporated. “So glad you could come, Erin. Mom’s still finishing up my stuffing, so it might be a minute before you get to chow down on me. The waiting is the worst!” Erin could definitely agree there. Emily snickered. “It’s not as bad as being hungry and waiting. I’m literally staring at a steak I can’t eat yet.” Madeleine had no drink of her own-for obvious reasons-but Emily had fetched a glass of wine for herself and for Erin, who accepted it gratefully. Not that she needed any extra motivation to screw her friend’s sister…oh that rump roast… She heard Emily and Madeleine laugh about something, and snapped her focus back as Madeleine looked expectantly at her. She asked her something, didn’t she? “Um, what, sorry?” Madeleine giggled again. Damn that was hot. “I said, what parts of me do you want to eat?” RUMP ROAST Duh RUMP ROAST I should just smack her right on the ass. That would answer her question pretty clearly, Erin though to herself. “Madeleine, I don’t think I’m going to picky. I’m going to eat every bit of you I can.” That seemed to put a little shudder in the older girl, as Madeleine shivered just so slightly. Wow, being food must really turn her on… “Thanks, Erin. The way you’ve been checking my ass, I was wondering if you even noticed the rest of me.” Emily pinched her sister’s thigh. “With these meaty legs? Sis, there’s not going to be anything left of you by the time we’re finished.” There was that shiver again. Erin moved in a little closer. “Hey, your mom’s not going to be done with the stuffing for a minute, right? Why don’t we head upstairs and have a little taste test?” A sharp, coy smile and a bit lower lip signaled yes. Even a male could read that reaction. Erin took Madeleine by the hand and led her upstairs, with Emily close behind. Her mind briefly considered the rudeness of embarking on sexual escapades with the hostess of the party with guests downstairs, but of course this was short lived. The guests could amuse themselves, Erin thought. This will be the girl’s last fuck before the big one. She earned it. ` “Oh my GAWD Erin! OH MY GAWD!” Madeleine collapsed on the bedspread, her eyes closed and panting heavily. Sweet Jesus that girl’s tongue found places she didn’t know she had. She couldn’t think of any sexual experience in her life better than this. Maybe she was biased-she was about to be spitted and roasted, after all. For what it was worth, Erin had the same thoughts. Madeleine was delicious, but Emily working her mouth magic on her treasure chest had rocked her world. Altogether, the ladies could agree, without even asking, that their time was well spent. They all curled up together on the bed, with Madeleine the literal meat in the middle of a figurative sandwich. Erin stroked the brunette’s full, pert buttock meat. “Madeleine, I think I found my first course.” Madeleine rolled to her side and smiled, giving her a small kiss on her lips. “Baby, I hope you eat all of it. After what you just did to my pussy, I think you should try that out cooked, too.” Emily perked up at that comment. “Hey! I thought I was gonna eat your pussy!” “Don’t worry Em, I’m sure Erin will share it. Right, Erin?” Erin pouted. “If I have to…” “Pleeeeeeease!” Madeleine laughed. “Please what, Em? Erin doesn’t know what you’re asking for,” Emily made a face and pouted in an exaggerated motion, lying on her back. “Please Erin, let me eat my sister’s cunt.” Madeleine thought that was hilarious for some reason, and started playfully batting her sister with soft slaps. Emily responded in kind, and soon enough both sisters were enveloped in a deep kiss, picking back up where they left off. Emily took Erin’s hand, clearly inviting her to join back in, but before they could move along any further, there was a knock at the door. Moms always want to talk at the WORST times. “Honey? I know you’re having fun in there, but it’s time to get you cooking.” Madeleine practically leaped from the bed. “Coming!” Emily snickered. “She figured that part out, sis.” “Oh, shut up before I tell Dad not to give you any.” Mrs. Hornick’s voice floated up the stairs once more. “Madeleine! Come down so I can stuff you!” Madeleine rolled her eyes. “Uggh, COMING MOM!” Erin and Emily waved bye to Madeleine, who jolted downstairs. Erin gave her friend a coy smile. “Hey, Em, why don’t you get over here and earn that cuntsteak.” ` The Hornicks’ lawn was actually a lot bigger than Erin thought. A few tables with canvas tent covers were set up for the occasion, but the lawn still had plenty of room for them and open space for everyone to freely move about. The main attraction, of course, was the fire pit. And the spit. And Madeleine. As all the guests filtered outside, Mr. Hornick guided Madeleine to the spitting station (which is really just a fancy term for a metal table they wiped down for the occasion). In the half hour or so since Erin had seen her, Madeleine’s now rounded belly had a noticeable bulge where she had been stuffed. Madeleine hugged her dad, whose beaming smile was somehow louder than Erin’s growling stomach, and turned to face the crowd. “Alright guys, I just wanted to say thanks for coming to eat me!” Applause, applause. A few people whistled in that way that Erin never could if she tried. Madeleine blushed and smiled again, before continuing. “I really appreciate all of you coming out. I tried my best my whole life to eat nothing but the best veggies and fruits, especially the last few days, so my flesh would be the most delicious, succulent, and tender meat you’ll ever eat. I know how excited you are to have me as the main course today, and I really want all of you to pick my bones clean! I really hope everyone gets a get slice of me, and I really hope you have a great time! Enjoy my meat!” She waived to a final round of applause, and laid down on her back on the table. Mr. Hornick grabbed the spit and two other burly guys-some kids from school, maybe-held Madeleine down. Erin leaned over by Emily. “She didn’t want to use the machine? Seems easier.” Emily shrugged. “Maybe, but sis just likes getting manhandled.” “And the audience watching?” “She can be a bit of an exhibitionist.” There was a noticeable gasp from Madeleine as the spit penetrated her. Her hands, had she not been secured by the two men, would surely be drifting to her nether region. Mr. Hornick grunted as he slowly worked the metal shaft into his daughter. Erin squinted and raised her hand to her eyes to block out the afternoon sun. Mr. Hornick was deliberately taking his time, and it seemed Madeleine was the main beneficiary. She moaned, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Every short thrust of the spit into her body awakened her sexual senses more than the last. As the spit slid further and further into Madeleine, Erin felt the light touch of Emily’s fingers descending into her shorts. As if watching a girl being spitted wasn’t a turn on enough, her friend began working her love nest. She had no reason not to, Erin supposed. There were more than a few members of the audience participating in similar activities. As Emily’s fingers reached a crescendo, so too did Madeleine, and Mr. Hornick pushed through with final thrust to send the spit through her throat and jarring it out of his daughter’s open mouth. Madeleine orgasmed. Erin orgasmed. The masturbators in the audience orgasmed. It was fantastic. Shortly thereafter, Madeleine Hornick was rotating over an open flame, her hands furiously rubbing her pussy as she attempted to do what little she could rub herself up and down on the spit. As gratifying as this was for Erin, she knew it was short lived (no pun intended, of course), and Madeleine slowed and eventually stopped after what seemed a few short minutes. Most of the guests were conversing amongst themselves on the lawn-a few had gone inside to service their needs-and Emily soon arrived with another glass of wine. “Madeleine picked it herself. Said it would pair exquisitely with her meat.” Erin laughed. “Of course. Couldn’t just drink Mountain Dew with filet mignon, right? Although I don’t really think I’d mind. Kind of beyond caring at that point, in my eyes. If you ever eat me, Em, wash me down with whatever you want. I’d do the same for you.” Emily took a sip and cocked her head to the side, thoughtfully. She had let her ponytail down when they had gone upstairs, and her blonde hair shined in the setting sun. “I think you’re gonna eat a piece of me before I eat a piece of you, Erin. As much as I would LOVE to sink my teeth into that ass,” she gave Erin’s butt a soft slap as she said this, “but all that said, if you use ketchup or mustard on me, I will come back and haunt your dreams.” “Mmm, Emily dreams, yummy! Wait, do dreams have carbs…?” “Smartass.” The girls spent the next couple of hours gossiping about crushes at school, which of their friends they should talk into eating next. Of course, Savannah Moore was on the menu for next week, and the delicious plump brunette would be mouthwatering by the time she was cooked. Before they knew it, Emily’s dad was calling everyone to come get a piece of his daughter. Madeleine was still on the spit, steam rising from her perfectly cooked body. Her skin, a dark rich golden brown, released intoxicating scent of roasted meat that made Erin’s mouth water. Madeleine’s fat had bubbled and sizzled on the spit, and her breasts leaked clear roasted juices from the prong pokes her father had made when he tested how done her meat was. Her eyes were closed peacefully, her cooked lips wrapped about the spit, and while she looked as beautiful as before, she definitely looked like a wholesome meal, especially as her father began to carve a steak from her rump. Madeleine, cooked whole, delicious and nutritious, about to fulfill her dream of being the perfect main course. Erin, as the recipient of Madeleine’s cuntsteak, also had the privilege of being served first. And served she was-a thick, juicy steak from Madeleine’s ass. She looked up at her friend’s father. “Um, I also had…” Mr. Hornick paused, then smacked his forehead. “Yeah, that’s right! I, uh, I forgot…” Emily chuckled at her dad. “Yeah right Dad, you just hoped that she somehow wouldn’t notice you eating Madeleine’s cuntsteak all by yourself.” Mr. Hornick’s grin was that of a man who had been caught. “Cunt blame a guy for trying. Get it, because-” “Dad?” “Yeah?” “Just carve her pussy.” In a flash, Madeleine’s genitals were on Erin’s plate. Emily received a similarly thick steak from her sister’s thigh, and she and Erin found a spot to sit in the grass. The cooked juices of her friend’s cuntsteak wafted up into Erin’s nose, and she inhaled them deeply. Just mere hours before, Madeleine had been a vibrant, beautiful young girl. Erin had sex with her, made love to her. And now, she was eating her flesh. She cut a small piece of the cuntsteak and lifted to her lips. She took one more sniff of its wonderful scent, then inserted the meat into her mouth. The realization that she was eating Madeleine’s sexual organs made her own pussy begin to moisten. Madeleine’s flavor was extraordinary. As good as she tasted live, she tasted even better cooked. Erin, while she appreciated cuntsteak, was really excited to eat some of Madeleine’s ass meat. Slicing the cuntsteak in half and handing part of it to Emily, Erin carved off a slice of Madeleine’s rump and took a bite. The girl’s flavor, again, was extraordinary; her flesh was perfectly tender, marbled with a thin layer of fat oozing girl juices into Madeleine’s flesh. She cast a glance over at Madeleine’s body, missing chunks with bone exposed, as she savored the girl’s taste. She looked over at her closed eyes, as her father carved meat from her carcass, and Erin knew that it was this girl’s meat she was eating, and this girl’s succulent flesh that filled her belly. She couldn’t wait to do this again.