"summer R-18G" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/52JhgXkE Created on: Thursday 25th of July 2019 07:39:27 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:08:23 AM UTC May: I was enjoying the Sunday lawn party a lot. All of our circle of friends were there. Matt was leaning back drinking a beer and watching the festivities, no big surprise there he's pretty laid back. Julie was enjoying the party, but also seemed to be prowling the other girls around. No doubt testing which one she wanted to eat, fuck, or both. Still, she's pretty fun on the whole. Most of the appetizers and snacks were running low and everyone had already been given time to mingle, so talk turned to how we would decide the roast. I suddenly felt more tense and frightened, this was the part that always affected me the most at these parties, knowing that someone is going to be eaten. That someone could be me. There was a debate over how to decide who gets the honor. We always play a game and eat the loser, the usual system. "How about lawn bowling?" One girl suggested. She was actually referring to outdoor pin bowling, not the more common game called lawn bowls. "Lawn bowling? Isn't that, like, the unsexiest game ever? It's for old people!" Another shouted. Julie vigorously nodded her head in agreement to that. "Oh come on! It's fun. Besides, we can't just pick some crazy sex based game every time. It's not really a party if the guys don't get compete in games too." "Yeah." Matt spoke up. "You gotta have fun other than looking at naked girls sometimes. Or it kinda gets boring." Several other guys nodded in agreement. "So lawn bowling it is." The first girl to speak said. A couple of girls looked somewhat miffed, they just wanted to be the center of attention. Julie looked to be deep in thought. I was okay with this, I didn't think I'd do that bad. Plus finally getting to keep my clothes on during a party was a perk for a timid girl like me. - We got the lawn bowling out and set up. There were three sets of pins and balls, so we took turns with three groups at a time. The guys tried to show off, since this was a chance to compete against the girls. However the small lightweight wooden balls and pins used in outdoor bowling meant they didn't really have much of an edge over the girls. I got placed in the last set of three along with two of the guys, so the match was pretty much decided by the time I went up. A black girl named Lyric was watching the last round be set up in nervous excitement, as she had the current lowest score. I suddenly felt a hand cup my ass. "Enjoy the round May." Julies voice whispered in my ear. "You get to be the deciding player. Just think about it: You're the only possible thing standing between that girl over there and the spit." I quickly scurried away and grabbed my ball. Why did she have to do that; apply unnecessary pressure to me at the last moment? Besides, it's not like I could do anything. I'm not going to do something crazy like lose and get myself snuffed! My first set went pretty well, I picked up a spare. Nothing happened before my next throws, I only managed a seven, but that was okay. No one else was very good anyway. Before my third frame (we were only playing five) Julie approached me again. This time she was running her hand up and down my legs. "Ooh, you're fighting pretty hard. Which is pretty counter-productive... For a girl who wants to get snuffed!!!" This time I couldn't just stand there. I had to speak up. "W-What?!" Okay, that didn't come out too well, I'm nervous from this damn game! "You heard me. You want that spit. Now go one." She slapped my ass. "You're up." I went back to my spot flustered. Why would she do that? She's supposed to be a friend, she knows I want to live! My next shot was terrible, I was too freaked out from Julie to throw. I was only able to recover a five with my next shot. When I was waiting for my next shot Julie slipped up behind me before I noticed her coming. "Much better, you're letting what you really want come out. You can do this. Be brave." She felt up my right breast while whispering. Damn her, how could she tell me to be brave? Being brave is not letting her damn scare tactics mess up my game. I'm not letting her frighten me like a little girl into being meat. I will be brave and play like I mean it. I don't. My first throw hits one pin. I feel strange twisting in my stomach as it starts to look like I really may lose. I'm just scared. Nothing else. Right. That twisting gets worse when I only get a four. I don't even look for Julie's approach. "Good girl. You're staying strong. Just imagine the spit and the fire." She's feeling up my whole body. "And your friends will all be there for you. One more round and it's yours." I take my position. I nearly have tears in my eyes I feel so messed up. The twisting is so strong. I do not feel aroused! That is not it! Why would I feel turned on by this?! I'm not like all those other girls, I mean there's nothing wrong with them. But I'm not ready! I just have to tell myself: "I have no perverted exhibitionist desire to be cooked." And it's easy, because I know I don't. My ball crashes through the middle. I'm alright, I did- Seven-ten split. I got a seven-ten split. I throw the ball again, my last chance. It rolls clean down the middle. The final scores: Lyric-36, May-34. Lyric looks relieved and excited, then disappointed. I'm not like that! I'm out of breath, dizzy. I hear Julie's voice. "You did fantastic May. You did it.' "Nonononono..." I collapse. Julie: The poor girl needed a lot of help. She was so timid and introverted I knew she would never get what she wanted. She just couldn't act for herself. I knew she was a spit-muffin. That was clear by how she watched every time, mostly by how powerful her response was to any time she or anyone around was at risk. No one reacted that strongly if they didn't want to give it or take it. And she sure as hell wasn't a domme. So I decided it was time to give her delicious little ass a push in the right direction. I couldn't force her into anything, and I wasn't going to cheat to sabotage her. So the perfect approach was to put the right idea into her head and let her own mind battle it out. Her emotional turmoil played out perfectly in her bowling game, really it shouldn't have worked that well. Hopefully with her biggest emotional resistance already overcome in the final frame she can enjoy the spitting. Most girls have to get their final fight out when they should be enjoying it most, really May is lucky. May: I feel hands all over me. When I come to I'm already being stripped. Girls are telling me how good my body is, how nice I'll taste. It's surreal, but I'm too dazed to fight. I help stumble and drag myself over to the cooking area. I'm laid on a table, that twisting sensation is strong. Julie is already pinching and checking my meat. A group come over with the spit. Some of the girls line it up and insert it. God! The sensations overwhelm me. The feeling in my stomach and my privates are too strong, I moan and nearly pass out again. "See? She's cumming. She wants it, no need to ask someone else." Julie tells the others. No! I can't be cumming. I. Do. Not. Want.This. I'm terrified. But I am cumming. I am excited. "Ask someone else." It dawns on me that I could have left at anytime. They weren't going to force me. If nothing else it ruins the good feeling of a summer party to force down a screaming sobbing prisoner. Matt is asked to push it through me. But I'm too distracted to care. I'm a spit-muffin, snuff-bunny, cheap dirty girl. I wanted this. I'm still frightened, but now I'm scared of too things. Scared I'm going to die, and scared I wanted it. But I also realize something else. Why did I spend so much time feeling it was wrong? Wrong to enjoy these feelings. Wrong to want all of this and find it fun. It dawns on me that I was frightened of my sexual nature, trying to suppress it. I was like some silly Victorian girl or 1950s housewife. Suppressing my sexuality and living some dull chaste life. I'm a person goddamn it and I like snuff, and bondage, and I'm going to enjoy it while I can. There, that felt good. While I was having an epiphany liberating my sexuality, my body was held down on a table having a spit shoved up my vag- no cunt. I moaned and humped it, needing more of these feeling fear kept at bay before. It was wonderful. "Wow, she's really getting into it. Good for her." Julie cheered. "Yeah, but I'm not going to be able to keep this thing centered with all that wiggling." I heard Matt complain. "Just keep forcing it. We'll try to keep her more still, but a few extra tears won't ruin the meat." Julie reassured him. More hands grasped around my torso, but I was still stuck on cloud nine. Living better orgasms than my puny boring life before allowed. Sure I didn't regret everything before, I was a reasonably nice happy girl. But that was a cute caterpillar. This is a beautiful butterfly. Pain rips through me from every spot inside me, but I'm undeterred. I still ride the waves of pleasure. Soon my mouth is forced open and I'm hoisted up. "Let's get this roast on the fire!" Someone cheers. I'm carried towards a fire. Blasts of heat hit me. But internal bleeding and other massive physical damage is taking its toll quickly. I'm tired. I think it's time to fade out now... Matt: The party went fantastic. The meat was great. Everyone had a great time. Most of the guests are still enjoying themselves on the way out. "Hey, Conrad!" A girl shouts to one of the guys."Don't think your not still paying up. You technically got the worst score on the lawn bowling. And just 'cause you're a guy doesn't mean we can't get you back!" "Aw c'mon. Matt help me out here!" He begs "Nope bro. You're screwed." I chuckle. Everyone laughs. Poor Conrad is probably going to have to do something pretty embarrassing soon. The last guests file out. I can't believe Julie did that. She was awesome. Despite the fact everyone thinks she's a creepy predator she really doesn't hurt or force anyone to do anything they don't want. She's just naturally talented at finding meat girls and bringing out their desires. I've never seen a guy or girl as good as her at it. Come to think of it there's a new couple down the street I really have to introduce to her...