Tiffany's Last Meal 
(P-M1g1, H-N)
An story by Katryna
Last updated 12/17/06 

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Note: This story is set in the Elysium story setting. A full description of this 
setting's general characteristics and the general outline of its history will be 
made available shortly. 

[07/19/4508-08:03]
Courtney Thompson shifted dreamily under her covers, naked as usual. She blinked 
sleepily as she woke, gradually opening her deep brown eyes to greet another 
Monday morning in Elysium. The fifteen-year-old stretched and murmured, slowly 
sitting up, the covers falling away from her firmish young breasts, already in C-cups, 
albeit barely--"no pun intended" she thought out loud, then giggled. Her skin 
was a rich umbra color, her lips full, her wavy hair cascaded to her shoulders. 
She slipped slowly out of bed, exposing her well-rounded butt and thighs and her 
smooth, soft mound. She looked at herself in the mirror, turning a bit. Her ass 
had a nice curve to it, and a bit of jiggle. She was around 5'8" and fairly 
chubby, but hardly obese. This didn't bother her; no one had worried about that 
sort of thing for hundreds of years. She admired the slight convex curve of her 
tummy and shivered, patting it as it jiggled a little. 

She looked her young body over, purred softly to herself, and shivered again, 
savoring memories of the night before. Her hand drifted downward, between her 
legs...spreading her dark lips and finding the pink core within, feeling the 
residual slickness...moveing backward further, caressing her still slick-and-sticky 
anus with a fingertip, then drawing the hand to her mouth, licking it clean. As 
she admired her smooth dark skin she mildly regretted showering afterward. Her 
concern had been the sheets and staining them, though the cum leaking out of her 
ass had made them plenty sticky. "No help for it now," she murmured, stretching 
again...walked to the door of her room, still stark naked, and opened it. 

She heard the familiar fumbling noises that told her her father, Mark, was 
getting ready for work. Smiling to herself, Courtney headed down the hall to the 
stairs, stretched again, and straddled the right bannister. She giggled, 
swallowed, grasped it with both hands as her thighs rested on either side, and 
pulled forward, giving herself enough momentum to slide forward. She started her 
descent, her weight and the reduced friction from the slickness of her cunt 
against the bannister carried her forward and down. She leaned her torso back, 
keeping her cunt pressed to the bannister, moaning ostentatiously as she slid 
down it. As she neared the bottom she leaned back further, lifting her cunt from 
the bannister, and grunted when it collided with the wooden knob at the end with 
a wet, squishy thump, sending an intense jolt through her from the impact on 
such a sensitive area. 

She heard two pairs of hands clapping and grinned, breathing hard, turning 
towards the doorway into the kitchen. Her father, Mark, stood in the doorway, 
smiling; her younger brother Billy stood a few feet away from him, in the front 
entranceway. Both were as naked as she was. The three of them went naked 
routinely, and in fact they barely owned any clothes. 

"Very nice," Billy commented, chuckling. 

"Thanks," She replied. 

"Well done," Mark commented, smiling. He pondered, grinned. "Maybe I oughta set 
up a big fat dildo facin' up the bannister..." 

She giggled, shivered, grinned. "Go ahead," she replied, licking her lips, 
imagining something big and thick ramming into her at the end. It was a nice 
thought. 

She looked over the pair of them for a moment. Her father was about six feet in 
height, and at 27 had a medium build, with nice muscles that weren't hidden very 
well by his own chubbiness. What was most noticeable about him, though, was his 
extremely dark skin, almost true black; her own was a mixture of that and her 
mother's lily-ass paleness. She smiled, looking over his tummy, a bit rounded 
like hers...then lower...purred, shivering. His 7" cock stood proudly out from 
his smooth loins, twitching slightly, his balls dangling enticingly below it. 
She noted that his cock was a bit damp-looking. She caught his eye, watching him 
survey her body affectionately and perhaps hungrily. She stretched a little, 
thrusing her chest up slightly. 

Billy had a somewhat slim bone structure, a gift from their mother, but he, like 
his father and sister, had a fair amount of chub to him. The seven-year-old's 
cute little tummy was nicely rounded, his 3" cock sticking out proudly as his 
father's. He was smiling brightly, and the blue eyes he'd also inherited from 
their mother were fixed unsubtly on her breasts as she stretched, displaying 
them. He licked his tellingly moist lips and giggled. 

"You boys just gonna stare, or what?" She giggled, winking, parting her legs on 
the bannister, exposing her cunt to the front door window but keeping it hidden 
from them by her thigh. 

"'Fraid so, sweetheart," Mark said, sighed, looking at her body longingly. "I 
gotta get to work..." 

"Sure you can't, ah, come in...a little late, daddy?" She grinned hopefully, a 
bit teasingly, sitting up. She lifted one leg, giving him the barest glimpse of 
a soft, brown outer lip between them before she turned, legs together, slid off 
the bannister and onto her feet. 

"I been late three days last week already, baby...you don't want daddy gettin' 
fired do you?" He moved closer. 

"They ain't gonna fire you. Ain't hardly anyone else who can do your job," She 
said, licking her lips. 

"True, but still. Ain't right to take advantage like that." 

"Fine, fine..." She sighed, having already resigned herself to going without his 
cock that morning. "Save some for me though, 'k daddy?" 

"Sure thing baby," He grinned, stepping over next to her, gently took her chin 
in his hand, tilting her head up, then kissed her, passionately. She moaned into 
his mouth as his tongue plunged into hers, whimpering with longing as his 
cockhead brushed against her tummy, leaving a hint of a precum snail-trail. She 
sighed softly when it was over. He smiled tenderly. "I better not keep them 
waiting." 

"You mean you best get goin' 'fore I jump you," She replied, grinning wider, a 
little menacingly. 

"Damn right," He chuckled, smiled to Billy who'd been watching the exchange 
noiselessly, his little hand wrapped around his stiff, dark little shaft, moving 
slowly... "Why don't the two of you find some way to amuse yourselves while I'm 
out." He turned back to her. "Oh, and get some breakfast, girl." 

"What's for breakfast?" She asked, smiling, knowing perfectly well. 

"Leftovers," He said with a wink, grabbed his briefcase, then opened the front 
door wide, sighing happily as the sunlight washed over him, savoring the warm 
summer breeze on his skin. He walked out, naked, to the smooth clean sidewalk 
and began his walk to work, four blocks away. She smiled, watching his ass 
muscles move and their padding wiggle as he power-walked, passing a woman in her 
forties and another in her early thirties, clearly the first woman's daughter, 
out for a jog. The younger woman was in spandex shorts and a sports bra; the 
older woman was in a sports bra only. Her father greeted them and they responded, 
stopping to feel his cock briefly with their hands. As the older woman began to 
sink to her knees, he smiled wistfully and told them that he unfortunately had 
to get to work, promising to indulge her some other time. Courtney watched them, 
gasped slightly and shivered, feeling a familiar tingling growing between her 
legs as she looked over the women's bodies. They were quite attractive, she 
thought, but what caught her eye was the swelling of the younger woman's belly, 
and only her belly. 

"Wow...she's like, what, six months along?" Billy asked, moving to stand next to 
her in the doorway. Their father was already out of sight, she noticed, still 
staring at the pregnant woman's tummy as she resumed her jogging. 

"Yeah, I'd say so..." Courtney said wistfully, watching as they passed out of 
sight before shutting her door. She smiled down at her dear little brother. 

"Jealous?" He asked, giggling, grinned. He'd always been good at reading her, 
she reflected. More of her mother. She contemplated lying for a moment, but 
shrugged; what was the point? Besides, she should be able to tell her brother 
this stuff. 

"Yeah," She responded, blushing slightly. She wasn't precisely an oddity, she 
reflected, in having never been pregnant before, though a slight majority of 
girls her age had been. The distribution of litter size at her age tended to 
cluster around either end of the graph--an inverse bell curve, she thought to 
herself, though that probably wasn't right. Most girls either waited until they 
were done with high school before having children--and in some cases, like hers, 
before even having piglets--or had usually already had five or six litters, 
though some could boast of eight or nine. 

He grinned broader. "You like that, huh? Like thinkin' 'bout your tummy gettin' 
all big, 'bout little squirmin' piglets growin' in you? Your tits swellin' with 
milk?" He licked his lips at the last one. 

"I do..." She replied, grinning. "Wouldn't just have to be piglets, either." 

"You'd be hot pregnant, ya know," He said, giggling, licking his lips 
conspicuously. 

"I know," She said with a wink. "Heh, I ain't pregnant yet but I'm already 
fuckin' hungry!" 

"Me too, sis," Billy responded. "Let's get some breakfast." He turned and 
started walking toward the fridge, then squeaked and jumped a little when she 
playfully smacked his chubby little ass. "Bitch," He giggled, then stuck out his 
tongue. 

"Oh, you gettin' it for that, boy," She responded. He lunged forward, dashed 
into the kitchen, Courtney in hot pursuit. 

The chase lasted for less than 10 seconds as she caught his upper arm and 
dragged him towards her, spinning her brother around. Continuing the movement 
she lodged her hands under his arms and lifted him up, squealing and squirming 
in her grasp, and plopped his ass down on the butcher block table in the center 
of the kitchen. She giggled, then suddenly adjusted her hands, wriggling her 
fingertips in his armpits. 

Billy's eyes widened, then squinched shut, and he giggled frantically as she 
began to tickle him, collapsing backward on the table. She kept up the tickling 
as she leaned forward, breathing teasingly on his still-stiff little shaft. He 
gasped between giggles, and she backed off a little with the tickling, gently 
kissing the head of his small cock. He purred, hips thrusting upward slightly, 
instinctively. She looked up, gazing into his eyes, feeling him shiver as she 
gently flicked her tongue across the head of his dick. He moaned and she 
repeated it, feeling him start to squirm, pressing a little harder on the third 
flick. 

With the fourth her tongue tip stopped right on the head of his cock. She 
wiggled it a little, slowly moving away from where she first touched, making a 
circle, outward, on his head, feeling it twitching a bit under her ministrations. 
Billy's eyes slowly closed with pleasure and he gasped for breath. His body was 
already sensitized from the tickling and she was driving him wild with this. He 
lay, more or less spread-eagled, with his legs hanging over the side of the 
block, as she began to circle the whole head with her tongue, slowly and firmly, 
tasting hints of little boy precum. 

She gave him one last good tickle, and he groaned as he thrust up blindly in his 
thrashing, the head of his cock scraping gently along the edges of her two front 
teeth. She purred, letting him thrust forward, softly wrapping her lips around 
the shaft just below his cockhead. Her hands moved down his chubby little body 
to caress his pudgy tummy, then his thighs. She felt him spreading his legs 
wider, trying to give her better access to touch him. She obliged her brother, 
fingertips gently tapping, circling, rubbing, pressing their way up his inner 
thighs, kneading his pliant flesh. He moaned, breathing faster, trembling under 
her touch as she sucked gently at his cockhead, slowly taking more and more of 
his shaft into her mouth. She circled it with her tongue, her fingertips 
reaching his little balls and starting to caress them gently, feeling his chubby 
little body tensing on the table, his gasps and whimpers coming faster. He 
sniffed the air deeply and moaned again as he caught a faint hint of his 
favorite perfume, Wet Pussy, 100% Natural. 

Billy squirmed harder, his hips working now, thrusting into her mouth, the 
underside of his cock sliding along her smooth-bumpy tongue. He reached down now, 
gently caressing her hair like he'd seen his father do to her, and felt him do 
to him. She purred and he gasped again at the vibrations around his cock. He 
felt her caressing his balls with the fingers of one hand now, the fingertips of 
the other sliding downward with delicious slowness. He whimpered and cooed 
happily as she found the spot, her index finger plunging between his butt cheeks, 
pressing gently against his anus. He spread his legs wider still, trying to push 
down onto it, but she held it there, teasing him, for an eternity of about 10 
seconds. 

He felt a rush of cool air on his cock as she released it from her lips, 
grinning up at him. "You want this?" She asked, wiggling the finger teasingly. 

"Please" He groaned, opening his eyes. 

"Hmm?" 

"Please!" He repeated. 

She smiled, slowly lowered her mouth to his cock, wrapping her lips around it, 
forming an O, sucking on it as she had. He whimpered, begging her, and was 
finally rewarded. Her fingers jerked, and a blast of intense sensation radiated 
through his body from his anus as she roughly shoved her unlubricated fingertip 
into it. He tensed, gasping, eyes squinched shut again, gasping and squirming 
with pleasure. She slowly slide the O of her lips down his shaft, feeling it 
start to twitch. Her head moved in time with his hips, and she wriggled her 
finger, worming persistently into his little ass. He whimpered, his cock 
throbbign persistently in her mouth, his body tensed. She purred, knowing her 
little brother was right at the edge...then stopped the movements suddenly, 
leaving him hanging for a few seconds. 

Billy whimpered, feeling the cum boiling inside his little balls, on edge. Why 
was she tormenting him? Couldn't she..."OOOH!" He gasped, quaking, as he felt 
her teeth pressing down hard enough to leave bite marks in the base of his shaft 
but not hard enough to draw blood, let alone sever anything. He writhed on the 
table, throbbing hard around her fingertip and pulsing in her mouth as his cock 
spewed onto her waiting tongue, splashing it with sperm. 

She purred, shivering happily as her adorable baby brother spurted into her 
mouth, rubbing her tongue insistently against the underside of his cock as he 
did so. His squirts tapered off, and as his cock stopped twitching she swallowed 
forcefully, feeling him moan at the force of the suction. She released his cock 
from between her lips and teeth, licking her lips and smiling up at him as he 
slowly opened his eyes, panting. He'd squirted only about a teaspoonful, she 
knew from experience, but she savored every drop. She loved cum and took almost 
any she could get, but her brother's and her father's were her favorites. 

Billy smiled weakly down at her as she licked her lips, his still mostly hard 
cock wavering in front of her face. He reached down, and gently felt the tooth 
marks she'd left in it, feeling jolts of sensation as he touched them. These 
weren't the first he'd received from her, certainly. He shivered a bit and 
grinned. 

Courtney smiled back and stroked his slightly dampish cheek gently. Indeed, his 
entire body glistened slightly, and his skin, roughly the same hue as hers 
ordinarily, was noticeably flushed. She leaned forward and up, kissing him 
deeply, her tongue slithering into his mouth, sharing the aftertaste of his cum 
with him. He kissed her back enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around her, 
gasping into her mouth and shuddering against her as she yanked her fingertip 
from his butt, hugging him back and kissing him deeply. Their tongues danced and 
skins pressed together for a few minutes before they finally disengaged. 

Courtney grinned, licking her lips. "Thanks bro." 

"Any...time..." He gasped, his breathing and heart rate slowly returning to 
normal, his cock mostly limp, the bite marks still faintly visible near the base. 
He examined them gingerly, shivered again, smiling. 

She followed his gaze down and giggled. "Mmm...I'm still pretty hungry..." He 
shivered again in response, meeting her gaze. She winked. "How 'bout some 
leftovers?" 

"You bet!" He grinned, licking his lips. His sister was almost as good a cook as 
their father was, and she and Mark had done most of the work of preparing last 
night's dinner. The result had been delicious, every bit as delightful as the 
preparation. He licked his lips, anticipating breakfast, then licked them again 
as he stared at his sister's ass. She opened the refrigerator door, shivering a 
bit at the coolness on her bare skin and surveyed the various wrapped bundles of 
meat. 

"What do you want?" She asked. 

"What's left?" He replied. 

"Um...I think her sister left us both thighs, some ribs, and...ooh...looks like 
there's still a butt cheek left." 

"All of it?" 

"Yep! Wanna split it?" 

"Sure sis." He chucked. She bent over to retrieve it, her legs a bit spread. He 
had a good view of her slickened cunt and the moisture beading on her lips and 
dribbling in a couple places down her thighs. Her buttocks parted nicely to 
reveal her anus, no longer oozing, but still noticeably gooey from the loads of 
sperm it had received the night before. He reached forward slowly and pinched 
her left butt cheek, hard. 

She squeaked, jumped slightly, giggled, wiggling her ass at him as she retrieved 
the roasted buttock from the lowest shelf of the fridge. The skin had turned a 
rich golden-brown, but she could still tell that it had originally been a pale 
whitish color. Courtney took a steak knife and sawed it into portions, shivering 
with anticipation as she did so. She divided them between two plates and put a 
plate in the microwave to reheat, setting the other one next to it. The girl 
turned around, stretching slowly, winking to her brother who simply smiled and 
ogled her from his seat on the butcher-block table. "Like what you see?" She 
asked, purring softly. 

"Damn right sis," Billy responded. "You look good enough to eat!" 

Courtney shivered slightly, still grinning. "You think so?" 

"Yeah! I bet you'd taste wonderful," Billy said, his mouth starting to water a 
bit. "And you'd look so nice all roasted up..." 

"Mmm...thanks," Courtney responded, moving slinkily over towards the table where 
her baby brother sat. "You know, bro...you're lookin' pretty tasty yourself..." 
She licked her lips, watching him smile and shiver in turn at the thought. She 
strokes his cheek and kissed his lips softly, and he responded hungrily, 
thrusting his little tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it, purring, slipping 
hers over it and through his lips, moaning softly into his mouth as she sucked. 
She pressed her body against his, her soft breasts deforming against his chest, 
and he purred as his half-hard little cock was pressed against her tummy. Her 
body seemed to warm against his, and he smiled, enjoying the sensation. 

Courtney whimpered softly into her brother's mouth, her hands caressing his 
spine once more. She had been wet when she woke that morning, and had grown 
damper from her trip down the bannister and from showing off for "her guys," as 
she liked to think of them. Now, with the taste of her brother's sperm still 
lingering in her mouth and wonderful memories of dinner the night before 
stirring in her mind, she practically overflowed. Her little brother's soft, 
supple young body pressed against her tummy further stirred her arousal; she 
loved his warmth, his softness, and his youthful enthusiasm. She was breathing 
harder by now, her heart gearing up as she undulated her body, rubbing herself 
against the delicious little boy (now there was a thought...). 

She broke the kiss, gasping for air, whimpering slightly with each breath. Billy 
smiled sweetly. "You ok sis?" 

"Very...very ok...bro..." She gasped, grinning as she ground herself against him, 
feeling his little cock, nice and stiff by now, rubbing against her pudgy tummy. 
Billy shivered, moaning softly and enjoying the gentle caress of her smooth, 
pliable flesh. He smiled again. 

"Need some help, sis?" He slid his small, gentle hands down her back towards her 
butt, caressing and grasping one cheek in each as he licked and kissed at her 
throat. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back and moaning loudly, 
punctuated by ragged gulps of air. His hands squeezed and kneaded her butt 
cheeks a little bit at a time, working slowly downward and inward. Soon she was 
shivering as his pudgy fingers started to slither between her cheeks, his mouth 
and tongue exploring her collarbone. She moaned, rolling herself against him, 
lost in pleasure, loving the pinching and tickling of his fingers and the soft 
slickness of his tongue. The ding of the microwave timer barely registered, and 
neither of the pair paid it any heed. 

"Oohh...there...mmmm, perfect..." She gasped, whimpering as his fingertips began 
to skate around her anus in the thin film of sperm surrounding it. He giggled, 
relishing teasing her as he'd been teased minutes ago, delighted at his 
momentary power over her. With their father gone at work and school out for the 
summer, the licentious siblings had each had many of these moments in just the 
past month, and though their shared sex lives dated back to Billy's birth, they 
never tired of them. The love and lust between them was simply too strong. Now 
Courtney squirmed, gasping and whimpering as Billy caressed her anus, his 
fingers plunging gently inside, all four of them easily fitting inside her. They 
both knew he could get his whole hand into each of her experienced holes, but 
this angle wasn't conducive to such. 

"I'll take that as a yes," Billy gasped, giggling. Despite having had one 
release already that morning, he was hard and throbbing gently against his 
sister's tummy, not far behind her in arousal. Billy imagined, briefly, that 
tummy swelling against him and moaned, closing his eyes and shivering. "How...mmm...do 
you want me...ahh...to help you?" He gasped. 

By way of answer, Courtney brought her hands from her brother's back to his 
shoulders, pushing gently. She eased him onto his back, opening her eyes 
dreamily, gasping for breath still, the smell of her arousal thick in the air 
now, even with several feet between her cunt and his nose. Her brother purred, 
breathing deep, savoring it as she pushed him further onto the table. He smiled, 
licking his lips, his little cock sticking up straight. She noted a tiny drop of 
precum beading on it and smiled back, purring hungrily as she clambered up onto 
the butcher block table. 

Courtney climbed up onto her hands and knees and crawled forward a couple of 
feet before throwing one leg over her brother's hips, straddling him. She purred, 
looking down at his small shaft throbbing just a few inches below her lips, 
shivering as a few drops of her juices fell from her saturated cunt and 
splattered on his balls and tummy, one falling directly on his cockhead. She 
leaned forward, purring, her weight partly on her hands and partly her knees. 
She smiled warmly at Billy, then slowly began to lower herself. 

Billy gasped, eyes open, watching in awe as his cockhead rubbed against, then 
slipped between, his sister's soft, sopping folds. The heat and velvetiness of 
her cunt always amazed him, though they had been fucking for several years. He 
purred, rolling his hips, gasping as his cockhead slipped around between his 
sister's folds, seeking an entrance. Finally his head popped easily into her 
oozing tunnel, and she sank downward, engulfing him in a soft, slick caress, her 
buttocks resting gently on his thighs. She furrowed her brow, closed her eyes, 
and a moment later the caress quickly became almost a death grip. Extensive 
training and exercises had improved the control and strength of her cunt muscles 
even beyond what humanity's editing of nature's rough draft had rendered "normal," 
and he moaned, closing his eyes in pleasure as she clamped down. She held him 
tightly with her cunt, squeezing hard, until his cock was almost numb, then 
relaxed a bit. 

Courtney grinned and opened her eyes, sighing as she leaned forward, feeling him 
slipping a bit from her. Billy's cock started to slip out of her, and he tilted 
his hips upward, bending his legs and resting the bottoms of his feet on the 
table, to keep it buried in her. She moaned and began to ripple her muscles 
along his shaft, squeezing and unsqueezing in waves, as he used his new-found 
leverage to pull out about a half-inch and then thrust all three inches up into 
her. He was smaller and shorter than most of the cocks she'd had over the years, 
but she loved the feel and the thought of her baby brother thrusting into her 
almost as much as she loved watching his face and body as she pleasured him, 
almost radiating his eagerness to return the favor. She loved him, most of all. 
She kissed his forehead softly and smiled as he buried his cock in her again, 
gasping and whimpering with pleasure, and she began to push back against it in 
turn. 

He opened his eyes and smiled back at her. Both siblings' skin glistened as they 
gasped, rolling and grinding against each other. She lifted one hand, adjusted 
the other arm to better balance her, and stroked his chubby face gently. Her 
hand drifted upward, away from his face, and grasped her dangling breast. She 
leaned forward further, lowering it towards him, squeezing and caressing at the 
nipple. He watched, eagerly, and was not disappointed; a drop of soft white milk 
began to bead at her nipple. He lifted his head from the table and licked at it, 
bringing his hands up from his sides to grasp her breast. She moaned, quivering 
atop him, tensing around his cock as he fastened his lips to her nipple and 
began to suck. 

"Mmm...yess...that feels so good baby..." She gasped. "You like nursin' offa 
your sister don'tcha?" She purred, grinning, her hand running behind his head to 
help hold it up. He nodded, whimpering happily, muffled by her breast as she 
pressed his mouth firmly against it. He sucked happily and she moaned, feeling 
the tingling and the wonderful warm sensation of her milk flowing into his eager 
young mouth. She thought back to his birth and babyhood; their mother had done 
the bulk of the breastfeeding for each of the children she raised, but Courtney's 
older sisters, both old enough to lactate, had helped. Courtney herself started 
lactating a few months after he was born, being a bit of a late-bloomer, and she 
enthusiastically took over the place of her oldest sister, Tamara, in 
breastfeeding him starting that Thanksgiving. 

She felt him quivering inside her and knew it wouldn't be long. She moaned, 
angling herself, grinding down harder against his chubby tummy, rubbing her clit 
on his...mound? "Damnit," She thought, "why can't I ever remember...ooh...what 
it's called on a boy?" She mentally shrugged, rubbing harder against him, 
feeling herself tensing as their hips drove her cunt and his cock together 
harder and faster. Courtney whimpered, squirming, feeling herself pulled towards 
orgasm, driven by the wonderfulness of fucking her baby brother and the memory 
of the Thanksgiving dinner of his first year. It had been a wonderful meal, 
nearly as delightful as the preparation. Tamara definitely hadn't disappointed 
them. 

She purred, pressing Billy's face harder into her breast. Her flesh began to 
deform around his face, her breast covering his nostrils as well as his mouth. 
His body struggled to breathe, but he kept thrusting hard into his sister's 
caressing cunt, feeling himself tensing, the familiar tingling rising in his 
balls. He sucked harder, starting to feel lightheaded, as he felt her tensing 
atop him. He drove himself into her, one more time, hard, and moaned almost 
soundlessly into the flesh of her breast as his teeth clenched half-consciously 
and his cock pulsed, spurting into her spasming cunt, coating her walls and 
splashing against her cervix, though he couldn't shoot enough to fill the space 
between it and his cock. 

Courtney threw back her head and moaned as she felt her brother drive up 
savagely, lifting her body upwards by a good inch or two, reflexively grinding 
her clit against him. Suddenly an electric jolt of sensation rippled through her 
as she felt his teeth dig into the flesh of her nipple, her own clamping 
together in tandem as she exploded. She tensed, quaking, dimly feeling the first 
pulse of his cock, while her cunt throbbed powerfully around his shaft as he 
spewed inside her. Waves of pleasure washed through them both, their bodies 
quivering, their moans and whimpers blending into one continuous note of sensory 
overload. 

He fell back onto the table as his cock finished spurting, still twitching 
inside her, and she released his head from her breast, then collapsed atop him. 
Both of them gulped air, whimpering between gulps, still quivering. He encircled 
her back with his soft little arms, and she purred, savoring the hug, pressing 
her forearms against his sides in response. She felt him slowly softening inside 
her, a bit of his cum and a lot of her juices following his cockhead as it 
slipped out of her. 

After several minutes lying like this on the hard table became uncomfortable. 
Gingerly she lifted herself and climbed off him, turning around. Billy licked 
his lips as his sister lay down on her side, and he helped her lift one of her 
thighs. Her purred as he admired her sticky cunt, touching it gently, making her 
quiver and gasp with each touch on her sensitive skin. He slowly began to lick 
at her juices, hearing her moan, then gasped as he felt her tongue begin to 
circle his cockhead. His cock pulsed, oozing a couple drops of held-back sperm 
onto her tongue, and she slurped them up, moaning, as he methodically yet 
eagerly licked her cunt clean. She wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked 
him clean, feeling him stirring only slightly, depleted. Billy whimpered into 
her cunt as the intense sensation of having his super-sensitive, spent shaft 
sucked and slurped by his sweet, sexy sister washed through him. 

She had soon cleaned him and released him, giving him time to recover and her 
time to focus on the feelings he was producing between her legs. She moaned as 
her brother, knowing he had her full attention, mashed his lips against her 
opening and began to suck the mixed juices out of her tunnel. His tongue probed 
it gently but couldn't get in more than about half an inch. Feeling it on her 
opening was delightful enough, she decided, and she quivered, starting to tense 
a bit, shuddering harder as his hand found her clit. 

Billy moaned into her cunt, savoring the taste. He loved cum and cunt juice as 
much as his sister did, and he savored what he sucked from her sopping slit. As 
the flow began to slacken, he shifted himself and began to circle her clit with 
his tongue, feeling her start to squirm. He purred, adjusted himself again, and 
positioned his fingers against her opening. She quivered again, and he licked 
harder. She was approaching orgasm rapidly, still "high" from the last. He 
purred, slowly slipping all four fingers, then his thumbtip, into her cunt. He 
could feel it rippling and spasming, clenching and unclenching. On the next 
clench he forcefully shoved his hand into her, curling his fingers into a fist. 

Courtney moaned, arching her back, squeezing him hard as he grunted, working to 
force his arm up into her. Finally he felt his fingers pressing against her 
cervix and he unclenched. Billy began to wiggle them, caressing it passionately 
as he licked and slurped at her clit. Her body tensed further, her breath again 
coming in rapid, ragged gasps. He knew from experience that she was almost there, 
and so he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard, rubbing his tongue 
tip firmly against the tip as he took what he could of it into his mouth. 

Courtney's back arched like a bow, her head thrown back, every muscle in her 
quivering body tensing. Her eyes squinched shut and her mouth struggled to form 
a moan, but the only sound was a ragged, choked gasp. Billy shivered, knowing 
full well that this came ("no pun intended," he thought) only with her strongest 
orgasms, and he gasped in sympathy as he felt her cunt clamping down on his arm, 
throbbing and rippling around it. He could feel his fingers rapidly going numb 
from her squeezing and he purred. 

Courtney opened her eyes slowly as her orgasm wound down, feeling herself 
drifting back to earth as if on a gentle breeze. She smiled weakly, gasping for 
breath, still quivering. She could barely feel her legs; she knew she wouldn't 
be able to stand. "Thanks...bro..." She gasped. 

"Any time," He repeated. They both smiled, then giggled in tandem as her stomach 
growled. "Here...I'll getcha some food," He said, and slid somewhat shakily off 
the table. 

Billy tested the meat in the microwave and set it to rewarm for thirty seconds. 
He returned to the butcher block table and leaned over it, kissing his sister 
softly and tenderly. Courtney returned it, gently sucking the residue of their 
juices from his lips, purring into his mouth, reaching up shakily to caress his 
hair. When the timer beeped he removed the plate of steaming buttock slices and 
set it on the table next to his sister, then put his plate in to reheat. He 
opened the silverware drawer and pulled out forks and knives for each of them, 
then grabbed some napkins and set them on the table. As Courtney gingerly began 
to work at sitting up, he clambered up on the counter, giving her a nice view of 
his chubby ass and dangling balls in the process, opened a cupboard, and pulled 
out two glasses. He set them down on the table in front of Courtney and winked. 

She smiled, sitting up on the table and began to saw at her buttock steak. The 
milk servings would come after she'd eaten; even such delicious meat got tough 
if it was reheated too many times. As Billy clambered up onto the butcher block 
beside her and began to work at his food, she popped the first juicy morsel of 
meat into her mouth. Savoring the taste, she chewed thoughtfully, thinking back 
to dinner the night before... 

[07/18/4508-14:35]

"So it's ok?" Courtney had asked, brow furrowing a bit as she listened to the 
voice from the receiver. She smiled, slowly broader and broader, listening to 
Tiffany's mother. "Uh huh...sure, we'd love to have Stacy join us...oooh...that 
would be wonderful...are you sure you don't mind? Hehe, I'll let her know...all 
right, I'll see her in a few minutes...hey, you know, you're welcome to come too 
if you...yeah...damn, that sucks. For us, anyways...well, have a good time. Buh 
bye." Courtney set down the phone and grinned across the bed at Tiffany, who 
returned it. They were both naked, as usual; the chubby blond was curled into a 
fetal position on the bed, skin flushed, still quivering. Courtney grinned and 
licked some more of her friend's cunt juice from her lips. "Still feel it, huh?" 

Tiffany nodded and shivered happily, eyes half-closed. She was 14, slightly 
younger than Courtney, and a bit meatier. Her breasts were slightly bigger and 
her hips wider, and her tummy had a well-defined roll to it. Courtney reached 
over and gently squeezed her friend's love handles with her hands, and Tiffany 
shivered, purring happily. Courtney lifted her legs all the way up onto the bed 
and rolled over to face her friend. Tiffany smiled as Courtney stroked her cheek 
gently. "Think your dad's gonna be home soon?" 

"Pretty soon honey. Why?" Courtney winked; she of course knew perfectly well 
what Tiffany had in mind. "You know he's gonna be a little weary, right?" 

"I think I can revive him," Tiffany said with a grin. Courtney had to agree, and 
she nodded slowly. Tiffany's oral talents were legendary, at least within their 
group of friends, and she'd managed to suck Courtney's dad hard again even, once, 
after his twelfth orgasm of the day. 

"Mmm...still, you oughta keep busy while waiting for him," Courtney said with a 
grin, laying back and slowly spreading her legs. Her smooth lips were already 
noticeably moist, and Tiffany could smell her friend's juices, strongly, from 
several feet away. 

"I dunno...I don't wanna wear my tongue out..." Tiffany said, with an expression 
of bemused concern that was threatening to break into hysterical giggling any 
second. 

"Don't gimme that bullshit, girl," Courtney snapped. "Cunt. Tongue. Now!" 

"Well, if you're gonna be a bitch about it," Tiffany said, grinning, rolling 
over and wriggling to the center line of the bed, "South" of her friend. 

Courtney lifted her leg to facilitate this, spreading them even wider. "Damn 
right I am," She chuckled. "C'mon." 

"Say please," Tiffany said with a giggle as she squirmed further up the bed, 
until her face was about an inch from Courtney's cunt, her nose barely brushing 
her friend's dark lips. 

"Please fuckin' eat me out before I roll you over, hop on your face, and 
suffocate you," Courtney hissed, shivering. 

"Mmm...might be fun," Tiffany said with a grin as she wiggled the tip of her 
tongue along Courtney's left cuntlip. The girl arched and gasped gratifyingly. 
Tiffany repeated the motion along the right lip. "Why dontcha?" 

"Cause we...ooh...got plans this evening honey," Courtney gasped, shuddering. 

"Mmm," Tiffany purred as she wiggled her tonguetip back and forth from lip to 
lip, slowly parting them almost like a zipper, tasting a hint of her friend's 
cunt juice but studiously avoiding letting her tongue slip between the lips just 
yet. "So mom said it's ok?" 

"Uh huh," Courtney moaned, quivering slightly and closing her eyes in pleasure. 
It always boggled her mind--not to mention made her feel a little jealous--that 
Tiffany could be so damn good at this. But then again, unlike her the girl had 
grown up with several sisters as well as a brother, and her mom was still around. 
"All that practice sure paid off," she thought. 

Tiffany purred as she began to kiss along Courtney's soft, warm lips, 
withholding the tongue, teasing her friend. Courtney whimpered and gasped, 
shivering, as she felt Tiffany's moist, puffy lips sucking and rubbing against 
hers. She could feel herself starting to tingle already, and moaned deeply when 
Tiffany's tongue dived between her lips, running up and down the length of her 
slit suddenly, scooping up her juices. Courtney gasped and arched again as 
Tiffany's velvety tongue flicked her clit once, then again on the downstroke. 
She felt the tip probing around the opening of her vagina, starting to wriggle 
in. 

"Mmm...you're so nice and gooey," Tiffany exclaimed with a shiver. 

"Daddy...mmmm...gave me something nice this morning to...ahh...tide me over," 
Courtney gasped, grinning proudly as she squirmed, feeling Tiffany's tongue 
probing her hole and the girl's nose tickling her clit, each brush evoking a 
slight jerk of her body. She felt that delightful, familiar tingling spreading 
through her as her friend's tongue wriggled into her, savoring her father's 
copious globs of sperm. Courtney moaned, her heart racing and skin glistening, 
and began to roll her hips, grinding against her friend's face, pressing her 
clit firmly against her nose. She felt Tiffany's mouth vibrating slightly as she 
purred, and her warm breath enveloping and caressing her slick lips. 

Tiffany reluctantly pulled her tongue out of Courtney's spermy tunnel, shivering 
as she heard a door slam downstairs and Mark calling "Hey kids, I'm home!" 
Tiffany grinned, looking up at her friend, wiggling her tongue along her lips 
again. Courtney dimly registered her father's announcement of his arrival but 
was too lost in her pleasure to hear the footsteps on the stairs. Tiffany heard, 
though, and started working Courtney's cunt harder, feeling the girl tensing 
above her. 

Courtney's father appeared in the open doorway and stepped into the room, naked 
as well. This was standard practice; the family never paid much attention to 
each other's privacy because each member knew the others didn't have any 
particular desire for it. They were never ashamed of anything they might be 
doing in their rooms; on the contrary, they invariably welcomed an audience, 
though participation was even better. 

Mark grinned as he watched his beloved daughter writhing and whimpering on her 
friend's tongue. He licked his lips, watching intently, and his cock, hanging 
mostly limp, began to stir. Tiffany glanced in his direction momentarily, then 
wrapped her lips around Courtney's clit, sucking at it in the way that she knew 
always got her off once she was good and hot. Courtney arched upward and 
shuddered, whimpering, her muscles seeming to all squirm at once with the 
average effect of her body simply quivering in place. Tiffany purred as her 
friend's cunt pulsated, feeling Mark's cum and Courtney's juices squishing out 
and coating her chin. 

Courtney slowly relaxed, still quivering and gulping air. She opened her eyes 
slowly and grinned. "Hi daddy. How was work?" 

"The usual, baby," Her father replied. "Hot, tiring, sticky." 

"Yummy," Tiffany said with a grin as she licked her lips, slurping up the sauce 
oozing from Courtney's cunt before sitting up and turning towards Mark. Courtney 
purred as she saw that his cock had swelled up nicely and stood prominently out 
from his body. Tiffany licked her lips again, turning towards him. Mark stepped 
closer to the bed, and Tiffany reached out and grasped his cock. She paused, 
then glanced over her shoulder at Courtney, a little uncertainly. 

"Hell, go ahead, girl, I'll have other chances," Courtney replied with a grin. "Smoke 
pole while you got it," She added, giggling. Tiffany smiled gratefully and 
turned towards Mark again. 

"Hold on, hold, lemme lay down or somethin'," Mark said, chuckling. "'Else I'm 
gonna fall down." This was a sensible precaution, especially when dealing with 
anyone of Tiffany's oral talents. Tiffany's father hadn't, until the time he 
fell and broke a hip. Such fractures were simple enough to repair, with Elysium's 
medical technology, but made sex difficult until it could be applied. Courtney 
thought about Tiffany's father a bit and shivered happily. She watched as her 
father moved around to the side of the bed, and after a moment had the presence 
of mind to squirm over toward the other side, giving him space to lie down. 

Mark lay back on the bed, spreading his legs a bit. Tiffany leaned forward on 
the bed, nuzzling the lower part of his shaft with her nose as she licked gently 
and playfully at his balls. Courtney grinned, slowly catching her breath, then 
leaned over and kissed her father passionately, purring as she felt his body 
jolt at the first touch of Tiffany's tongue on his cockhead. "Mmmm...love you 
daddy," She said as she broke the kiss, then grinned. "Hey, guess what?" 

"What, sweetie?" He asked, breathing harder as Tiffany ran her tongue up and 
down the underside of his cock. 

"Tiffany's stayin' for dinner," Courtney announced. "If it's ok, that is." 

"Mmmm...she's more than welcome to," He panted, then grinned, glancing down at 
the blonde head bobbing at his groin. "Table or..ooh...chair?" 

Tiffany grinned, withdrawing her tongue most of the way. "Table," She said, and 
shivered. 

Mark licked his lips. "Mmm...now that I'm lookin' forward to," He said, gasping. 

Courtney grinned at the pair of them. "As nice a show as this is, I should 
probably go see what Billy's up to," She said. She kissed her father's lips 
again, then leaned down and kissed his cockhead, and finally kissed Tiffany, 
passionately, before sliding unsteadily to her feet, using the bed for support. 
Her friend and father both chuckled, the former muffled by the tight seal of her 
lips around the latter's cockhead, as Courtney stumbled and nearly fell. 
Courtney shrugged, chuckling as well, and headed out the door. 

She purred as she felt her and her father's juices trickling starting to trickle 
down her thighs. She indeed wondered what Billy was up to. Courtney padded 
softly down the hall, purring a little at the feeling of the plush carpet 
against the skin of her feet, sensitized like the rest of her, as she headed for 
Billy's room. She glanced through the doorway; he wasn't there. She turned 
around and followed the hall to the stairs and climbed down them, using the 
handrail for support. The last damn thing she needed was to break her neck and 
have to spend the evening at the hospital getting it repaired. Assuming she didn't 
die outright and wind up on the menu for tonight, she mentally added, and 
shuddered. While the thought wasn't completely unappealing, she really didn't 
want to die quickly beforehand and miss the fun. 

Courtney reached the bottom of the stairs and headed through the kitchen to the 
back door. She opened it and stepped out, glancing around. "Hey sis," Came a 
familiar voice, and she turned her head, grinning at what she saw. Billy was 
sitting on the grass, naked of course, with his friend from school, Kim Ha, on 
his lap. She was wiggling her hips, and Courtney could tell, from her position 
and the blissful expressions on both of their faces, that Billy's three-inch 
shaft was buried deep in her compact little ass. The slender Asian seven-year-old 
smiled warmly and waved at Courtney as she walked over to them, still rolling 
her hips and gasping for breath. 

About two feet away and facing them, Kim's younger brother Dan looked up and 
smiled at Courtney as well, his friendly grin grading into a long moan as his 
eyes squinched shut. He was down on his hands and knees, torso lowered and butt 
raised, and Bowser, Courtney's nearly grown Rottweiler, was astride him, tongue 
hanging out and hips wiggling, looking obscenely huge and powerful astride the 
small, scrawny Asian boy. Courtney shivered as she watched her puppy humping the 
boy, feeling herself warming again as the occasional strong jerk of Bowser's 
hips showed her a glimpse of his stiff pink shaft as it plunged into the six 
year old's anus. Courtney licked her lips and knelt beside the pair, scritching 
Bowser's head with one hand and Dan's with the other. 

Dan giggled, gasping, and moaned again. Courtney purred, smiling down at him. "Mmm...it's 
good, isn't it?" Dan nodded, eyes half-closed, looking up her her general 
direction his body shuddering as Bowser's hips jerked. Courtney smiled and 
reached out, straightening his glasses where they had almost fallen off his nose. 

"Thanks," He gasped, grunting as Bowser pushed forward harder, whimpering a bit. 

Courtney heard Kim moan behind and turned, smiling. The girl's eyes were open 
wide, though Billy's were closed. Her legs were spread wide, and her glistening 
little lips were clearly visible, complete with a slight trickle of watery doggy 
cum. Courtney reached out, running her finger up and down Kim's little cunt, 
coating it with her juices and the dog's, and brought her finger to her mouth, 
licking it clean. "Mmm...yummy," Courtney said, grinning. "Been having a little 
fun with Hung?" Courtney purred, remembering the last time she'd seen Kim; the 
girl had been on her hands and knees, with the family Shar-Pei butt-to-butt with 
her, his cock buried in her cunt, the tip shoved all the way into her sweet 
little uterus. 

Kim returned the grin. "Uh huh," She gasped. "Daddy and...ooh...I wore him out 
so...mmm...I asked if Dan could...ah...tag along and play with Bowser...hope...mmmm...it's 
ok." 

"Of course, honey," Courtney responded, plunging her finger into the girl's soft, 
sloppy little cunt, wiggling it as she moaned and clenched it, then withdrawing 
it and licking the juices from it. 

Kim purred, smiled sweetly, then turned, looking over her shoulder. "Hey...Billy...why 
don't...mmm...I get on my han's'n'knees and you can get on toppa me and fuck my 
ass that way?" 

"Sure Kim," He responded, gasping, sighing in momentary disappointment as his 
little friend lifted herself, his cock sliding out of her ass. She slid to her 
knees and leaned forward, spreading her legs widely and lowering her torso, 
resting herself on her forearms rather than her hands. Her cute little ass was 
slightly higher than her shoulders in this position. Courtney giggled and 
slapped it, impulsively, hard, drawing a gasp, shudder and purr from Kim. The 
girl's eyes closed for a moment, then reopened, and she grinned warmly, 
shivering. 

Courtney watched as Billy got up behind the girl, his cock stiff and slick, 
coated in the orangish-brown, pudding-like, and perfectly sanitary goo called "gush" 
that was the sole waste product of the modified human digestive tract. He knelt 
behind Kim, paused, then slipped two fingers into her ass, wiggling them a bit, 
then pulling them out, coated in her gush. He reached around and wiggled them in 
front of her face, and she purred, licking and slurping at them eagerly. As she 
sucked her gush from his fingers, Billy's hips jerked forward, burying his cock 
in her ass once more, and the girl moaned, arching and quivering. Her eyes 
closed tight, and Courtney strokes her cheek lovingly, then turned to kiss Dan 
passionately as her dog pumped his little ass. "Mmm...how is it Dan?" 

"He's...ooh...a lot bigger than Hung...he's...mmm...so far up me and...ahh...his 
knot isn't even in me yet," Dan gasped, grunting as the dog pumped. 

"Well that's no good," Courtney said, giggling. She scooted around, reaching to 
caress Bowser's rump as he humped Dan's, reaching under Dan with her other hand. 
She grasped his stiff little cock, squeezing and caressing firmly, eliciting a 
moan and a shudder from him. She squeezed and stroked, resting her hand against 
his pubic bone. She began to push, hard, on his pubic bone and Bowser's rump, 
forcing them together. 

"Hey! Whatcha...oooh...oh my gaaaahhhhhh!!" Dan gasped, shuddering, with a 
distinct whimpery undertone as Bowser's knot stretched his anus wide and finally 
popped in. Bowser shuddered, wiggling a bit but no longer thrusting vigorously, 
and Dan moaned long and loud, tensing as he felt Bowser's watery cum spewing 
into his ass, mixing with his gush. A few seconds later his cock began to twitch, 
and Courtney quickly squirmed under him, opening her mouth wide to keep his 
sperm from going to waste. Her aim was a bit off due to her haste, however, and 
rather than landing in her mouth his first and second shots each went in one of 
her nostrils. She gasped and squirmed, finally managing to line up her mouth 
with his cock and catch the third spurt on her tongue, open-mouthed. She wrapped 
her lips around his cock and sucked vigorously, working it rapidly with her 
tongue, making him squeal and shudder as he jerked his hips and pulsed, spewing 
faster and harder, into her mouth. She heard Billy moan as his little cock 
pulsed as well, spurting into Kim's ass, and a moment later she heard Kim 
gasping and whimpering as the little girl came. 

Courtney sucked the last of Dan's cum from his cock, feeling it soften in her 
mouth, and finally released it. Dan was still quivering and whimpering happily, 
his face a mask of total sensory overload. She was surprised and impressed that 
he managed to stay up on his hands and knees, after such an intense orgasm. She 
stroked his face lovingly as she slid back out from under him, and swallowed, 
savoring the cum, wrinkling her nose a bit as she felt Dan's gooey sperm 
starting to drip from her nostrils. "You all right, sis?" Billy asked, and he 
and Kim both looked up at her, concerned, amused, and exhausted from their 
respective orgasms all at once, his mostly-hard little shaft still buried in her 
smooth little butt. 

"I...I..." She gasped, paused, and then Kim and Billy both squealed as she 
sneezed, violently, spraying them with globs of cum and mucus (mostly the former). 

"Eww..." Kim said, and giggled, grinning widely. She shivered slightly, and 
sighed, half-contentedly and half-disappointedly as Billy slipped out of her ass. 
She remained on her knees but lifted her upper body as he slid under her and 
plastered his mouth against her anus, sucking happily as she sighed, closing her 
eyes, letting the sticky mixture of gush and sperm flow into his eager mouth. 
Courtney leaned forward, wrapping her lips enthusiastically around Billy's 
sticky cock, sucking his cum and Kim's gush from it. She savored the mixed sweet 
and salty taste--Kim's ass was one of the tastiest she'd ever encountered, she 
reflected--then lifted herself again, kissing Kim deeply, sharing the flavor. 

Kim grunted, butt muscles flexing, but she'd emptied herself into Billy's mouth. 
He slid back out from under her, licking his lips, and kissed his little friend 
passionately, again sharing the taste with her. Mid-kiss he paused, eyes 
widening, and then burped, loudly, into her mouth. Kim squeaked and giggled, 
kissing him fiercely, glancing over at her brother as he slowly slouched forward 
on the grass, shuddering, glasses once again askew. Billy followed her gaze. "Um, 
you want to suck him clean, or...?" 

Kim pondered. "I do, but I don't wanna be selfish...here, I know. I'll suck 
Bowser's cock clean and you can half the goo outta Dan's ass. That ok with you 
Dan?" She asked, and giggled. Her brother nodded, dreamily, eyes still closed 
tight, as he felt the flow into his ass slackening. 

"Be careful you don't spoil your appetite," Courtney admonished him. "You don't 
want to ruin your dinner." 

"Mmm...we havin' somethin' good tonight?" Billy asked, and grinned. 

"Yep. Tiffany," Courtney replied with a grin. 

"Ooh, sweet!" He said, grinning, then glanced at Kim and her brother. "Uh...Kim, 
you and Dan wanna stay for dinner? If it's all right with your folks, that is..." 

"I'm sure it will be, we don't have plans," Kim said, and smiled. "I'd love to 
join you, and I'm sure Dan would too." 

"Uh huh," Dan murmured, then grunted as Bowser lifted off him. He moaned, long 
and loud, as the dog turned around, twisting his cock one hundred and eighty 
degrees in Dan's tight little ass, making the boy convulse. Kim grinned, 
watching and shivering. 

"Mmm...table or chair, honey?" Courtney asked, and winked at her. 

Kim pondered. "Whadda you think, Billy?" She asked. 

"Mmm...you'd be nice on either, Kim," He said, with a grin. "But you don't wanna 
upstage Tiffany." 

"How could I?" Kim said, giggling. "Everyone says she's got the best tongue they 
know." 

"Maybe so but she won't be doin' much with it once she's cooked," Billy said. "And 
I bet you'd roast up tastier than her." 

Kim smiled warmly and kissed him gently on the lips. "Thanks Billy," She said, 
and giggled. "Maybe one day you'll find out." 

Courtney grinned, then cocked her head, pondering. "Speakin' of Tiffany, I 
better check on her and daddy," She said, then glanced at Kim. "You ever had 
daddy's cock?" 

"Just in my mouth," She responded, a little sheepishly. 

"Well, we'd better fix that soon," Courtney said, and grinned. She hugged Billy 
and Kim, then leaned down and hugged Dan as well. Finally, she slid slowly to 
her feet, stretching, then turned around and headed indoors. 

As Courtney closed the door, she could hear the whimpers and grunts coming fron 
her room. She grinned and headed upstairs, moving to stand in the doorway. 
Tiffany was on an elbow and her knees, facing away from the door, grunting as 
Courtney's father jammed his cock deep into her cunt again and again. She turned 
and grinned over her shoulder at her as Courtney stepped over beside the bed, 
leaning over and turning her daddy's head to give him a long, passionate kiss. 
She glanced down, noting that Tiffany had a prominent dribble of cum from her 
mouth. She grinned to her friend, who returned it, between gasps and whimpers as 
Mark pounded her, jerking his hips faster and harder. Tiffany grunted, tensing, 
one arm supporting her as the other wiggled its fingers between her legs, 
caressing Mark's balls and her clit at the same time. 

Courtney purred, watching intently. Her pussy was starting to tingle again, and 
as soon as her daddy was done with Tiffany, she decided, she really was gonna 
hop on her face. She resolved not to suffocate her friend, however, no matter 
how tempting. She wouldn't deny Tiffany the fun of being prepared and cooked 
alive; after all, she'd been raised not to be selfish. As she watched their hips 
slamming together, however, she quickly decided she couldn't wait any more. 

Courtney purred and reached down between her own legs, running her fingers 
through her gooey slit, coating them with cunt juice and some more of her daddy's 
cum that had leaked out of her. She climbed up on the bed, behind her father, 
and begin rubbing her sickened fingers between his buttocks. He moaned at the 
touch on his anus; she knew full well how much he liked his ass stimulated. She 
got it nicely slippery, then shoved two of her fingers into him, roughly, 
hearing him moan as his body tensed. He slammed into Tiffany erratically, his 
whimpers of pleasure matching hers as his movements rubbed his daughter's 
fingers back and forth over his prostate. Within a few seconds, he shoved 
forward, pressing himself firmly against her cervix, and shuddered, pulsing 
around his daughter's fingers as his cock twitched and flooded her friend's cunt. 
A moment later, Tiffany moaned, arching her back as the feeling of his warm, 
slimy sperm flooding her nudged her into her own orgasm. 

When he was finally done squirting he collapsed forward, driving Tiffany down 
onto her belly in the process. "Oof!" She exclaimed aloud, and giggled. Courtney 
purred and moved around to clamber up on the bed in front of the two, spreading 
her legs wide. Tiffany and her father gasped for a moment, then, when they 
finally caught their breath, began to lick at her gooey cunt, already warm and 
tingling with arousal. Courtney sighed between moans as she lay back on the bed, 
shivering in anticipation of dinner that night. 

[07/18/4508-16:56]

"You ok?" Stacy had asked that evening as she hugged Tiffany, glancing at 
Courtney who was purring softly and watching the sisters embrace. Stacy was 13 
and a bit slimmer than Tiffany, as well as a few inches shorter, but other than 
that they looked very similar, a result of close relation and several 
generations of inbreeding. Tiffany held her younger sister close and shivered 
happily, pressing her full breasts against Stacy's growing, already respectable 
bosom. Stacy purred and kisses her sister, moaning into her mouth and arching 
slightly as Bowser buried his nose between her legs and started to lick 
enthusiastically at her dampening lips. 

Courtney looked around her back yard. Tiffany and Stacy were making out on the 
patio, and had been since Stacy arrived about ten minutes previously. Courtney 
smiled and grabbed another bag of charcoal and he hefted another. They walked to 
the half-full firepit and ripped the bags open, emptying them in one at a time. 
They were getting quite a bit of black dust on their skin; on Courtney's it was 
even somewhat noticeable. 

As she finished dumping her bag, she glanced over onto the grass, where the 
children were still playing. Dan was lying on his back, quivering and moaning 
into his sister's soft little cunt as Billy buried his stiff little shaft in the 
boy's ass. Courtney chuckled; Dan sure did like it up there. She smiled; of 
course, so did she. She decided she'd have to give it to him with a synthcock 
sometime soon, if he survived that long. 

Kim moaned, grinding harder on her brother's face as he sucked at her slimy slit, 
kissing Billy hungrily, one hand idly caressing her brother's small shaft as it 
bobbed and quivered. It and her hands were glistening, suggesting that Dan had 
already pre-cum once that afternoon. Billy grunted and panted into his friend's 
hot little mouth as he pumped her brother's ass, his chubby body quivering and 
slowly tensing. Courtney smiled, watching them enjoy themselves, then followed 
her father back to where they'd piled the bags of charcoal. She could feel the 
nagging warm-tingly feeling radiating from her cunt again but she knew she'd "get 
her fill" soon enough. In the meantime, she had a job to do and a friend to do 
right by. 

She hefted another bag of charcoal and followed her father back to the firepit, 
admiring his body; well-toned muscles moving under a slight layer of padding, 
the sun glistening on his sweaty dark-chocolate skin. He was naked, as usual, 
and sporting a proud erection, again, as usual. He grinned at her as she checked 
him out; she winked in response. Yes, she'd get hers soon enough. 

After a few more trips they'd managed to fill the firepit with charcoal. She 
wiped her brow, sweat beading profusely all over her body, dripping from her 
breasts and cunt lips, and moved closer to her father, pressing against him and 
kissing him deeply. He responded, pressing his gently pulsing cock firmly 
against her stomach, almost threatening to impale her. Not an unpleasant idea, 
she thought with a slight giggle, though it'd have to wait. This was Tiffany's 
special day, after all, and the chubby blond--former blond, Courtney thought; 
her head had been shaved in preparation--would feed all three families for 
several days to come. Her family would take the lion's share, of course... 

She glanced over at the sisters, grinning as she watched Stacy writhing on the 
picnic table bench, gripping it as her big sister's talented tongue squirmed and 
wriggled between her slickened cunt lips. Courtney purred, watching as Stacy 
rapidly approached orgasm, and grinned at her father, who returned it. "I gotta 
feel that tongue one more time," He said, body and cock quivering slightly. 

"Yeah, I know whatcha mean," Courtney said, shivering herself. It'd be a real 
shame to never have the chance to enjoy Tiffany's oral skills again, she thought, 
but she wasn't about to deny her friend this pleasure. Besides, she thought with 
a giggle, it was fitting that after Tiffany had eaten her so many times, she'd 
be eating Tiffany tonight. 

She pondered, squeezing her daddy's cock. "You want this?" He asked, smiling. 

She smiled wistfully and shook her head slightly. "I want it...but she needs it 
more. I got the rest of my life..." 

"So does she," He replied with a grin. 

"Yeah, but that ain't sayin' much," Courtney replied, grinning back. "You 
already filled her cunt; go pound her sexy ass." 

"Mmm...well, she is gonna need to be stretched a bit for the spitting to work 
properly," Her father said, grinning widely. Courtney nodded, running her 
fingers through her cunt several times and slathering the goo onto her father's 
cock. He was glistening by the time she finished, and he sauntered over toward 
Tiffany. The blonde was on her hands and knees as she worked her tongue in her 
sister's cunt, holding onto her hips. Stacy gasped, on edge, then arched upward, 
squirming and whimpering as she climaxed. Tiffany's licking accelerated slowly 
as Stacy writhed on the bench; she didn't see Mark kneeling behind her. 

Courtney's father grinned to her as he lined his cock up with the cleft in her 
buttocks. "Mmmm...Stacy you taste so goooooooooAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Tiffany 
screamed, arching, body quaking as Mark grabbed her hips and jerked his forward 
violently, shoving his cockhead roughly through her anus and burying it in her 
guts on the first thrust. The second thrust pushed his hips against her buttocks. 
Tiffany was whimpering and squirming as Mark began to jerk his hips rapidly, 
slamming deep in her anus as it was still expanding to accomodate him 
comfortably. The girl squirmed, savoring the intense sensation, licking her 
sister a little clumsily now, relative to her normal tongueing, but still quite 
expertly. 

Courtney purred, watching as her father slammed into her friend's ass, preparing 
to "baste" her rectum with yet another big sticky load. She licked her lips, 
watching, her legs slightly apart, then moaned, arching, as she felt a warm, 
slick, bumpy something scrape across her cunt and clit. She looked down as 
Bowser gave her another long, hard lick, grinning, patting his head and parting 
her legs further. She and her mother had trained him well, and she half-closed 
her eyes as she savored his ministrations, gasping and squirming as his tongue 
probed between her lips. She moaned and arched, squeezing it firmly, as it 
slipped up into her cunt, feeling it squirming inside her as the eager dog 
savored the taste of her and her daddy's juices. 

Tiffany gasped against her sister's cunt, pushing herself violently backward, 
spearing her anus on Mark's cock. She shuddered, savoring the thought of really 
being speared, and felt gooseflesh creeping all over her skin. She shivered at 
the thought of just how soon she'd experience it for real, assuming she didn't 
chicken out, and she had no intention of doing so. Besides, she and Courtney had 
promised each other years ago that whoever went second would make sure whoever 
went first went through with it. 

Courtney moaned, half-closing her eyes as she ground into Bowser's tongue, her 
body tensing and her juices coating his eager muzzle. She ground down against 
his tongue as she whimpered, watching as her father groaned, burying himself in 
Tiffany's ass, closing his eyes and shivering as he spewed inside her. Tiffany 
squirmed happily as he unloaded inside her, clearly close herself. Mark gasped, 
slumping forward a bit, but had the presence of mind to reach around, slipping 
his hand between Tiffany's legs and rubbing her clit several times, roughly, 
before pinching it and twisting. Tiffany screamed into , pulsing around his 
mostly hard cock at the shock, grading into a moan as he brought her off. 

Courtney smiled, tensing, grinding against Bowser's tongue a few more times 
before she felt her own muscles pulsing, coating the dog's tongue with her slimy 
juices. She grinned, eyes half-closed in her own pleasure, watching as Tiffany, 
breathing hard still through her nose, fastened her lips over her sister's clit 
and sucked it hard. Courtney shivered, knowing from experience that Tiffany's 
tongue was wiggling spasmodically against Stacy's clit, and within seconds her 
sister squealed, quaking violently in another explosive orgasm. Courtney 
chuckled, shaking her head; she'd heard that before the war and the Renewal it 
took a lot more to get a woman off, but she didn't really believe it. 

Stacy, Tiffany, and her father slowly disentangled from one another, still 
gasping for breath. Stacy collapsed back against the picnic table, and Tiffany 
slumped to her knees against the bench. Mark sat down on the bench next to Stacy. 
Courtney patted Bowser's head and glanced over at the kids; Billy and Dan were 
double-penetrating Kim, her brother in her anus and Billy buried in her cunt, 
all three of them oblivious to anything except the affection and passion they 
shared. Courtney grinned; she seemed to be the one with the most energy and 
coordination left. It was up to her. 

Courtney staggered, reeling from the sensory overload of Bowser's bumpy-smooth 
tongue on her clit, toward the side of the house where they'd placed the 
charcoal bags. She squealed, nearly losing her balance as Bowser's tongue 
squirmed up along her ass crack and burrowed into her anus, squeezing his tongue 
reflexively. "Ooh...no boy...not nooooooohhhhhwwwww!" She moaned, staggering 
forward. He followed her as she tried to get away. She heard her father and the 
girls laughing good-naturedly, and a moment later the kids joined in. She 
glanced over her shoulder as she stumbled, and saw that Dan and Billy were still 
humping away at Kim's slender wriggling body, though their eyes were open and 
they grinned and waved at her. 

She rolled her eyes, stumbling and struggling forward, sighing with regret and 
relief as the dog's tongue slipped out of her. He barked, following her, licking 
at her ass aggressively, but she managed to stagger to the house. Not daring to 
bend over, she grabbed the sharp metal pole, eight feet in length, that lay 
against the side of the house, near the top. She hefted it; it was lighter than 
it looked. The spits were made of stainless steel and had a hollow honeycomb-like 
interior which made it very strong and very light. Steel wasn't the best choice 
structurally, but most of the strong, light metals that had been experimented 
with, back when the market for spits for roasting humans really took off, had 
the unfortunate side effect of being flammable, which made for quite a show but 
tended to render the meat inedible. 

She staggered back toward the table, Bowser slurping and nipping at her ass. 
Courtney nearly made it, but she stumbled about five feet from the table and the 
butt of the spit hit the ground, jarring it from her hand. She quickly regained 
her feet as the spit bounced and rolled along the ground. Tiffany, having 
recovered somewhat from her orgasm and wanting, as always, to be helpful, dived 
after it, bending forward thoughtlessly to grab it. "Tiff, wai--" Was all Stacy 
managed to say before Bowser lunged forward, eying Tiffany hungrily. She 
squealed, lunging forward herself as she felt his tongue slide into her anus. On 
his next lunge, Bowser's teeth sank into her right buttock. She gasped, closing 
her eyes, and collapsed forward onto her knees and elbows, which was exactly 
what the dog wanted. Snarling triumphantly, he reared up, planted his paws on 
her shoulder, and jerked his hips forward. He hit the spot on the first try--rare 
for him, Courtney knew--and his cock plunged all the way to the knot into 
Tiffany's cunt. 

"Oooohhhhhhhhh my goddddddddd," Tiffany moaned, gasping and quivering as she 
felt the dog's tip jab her cervix, his knot grinding at her cunt lips. She 
collapsed forward, breasts pressing into the soft grass as he began to thrust, 
poking her cervix repeatedly before finally lodging his tip in the dimple at the 
center. Once in, he began to push forward insistently, and she quaked and 
whimpered as she felt him stretching her open. 

Courtney purred, watching as her dog fucked her friend. She glanced over as Mark 
and Stacy slid off the bench, the girl's hand around Courtney's father's 
stiffening cock. "So, Tiffany, how ya feel?" Mark asked, conversationally. 

"I nev..eve...oooooooohhh" Tiffany gasped, sighing contentedly as the dug's 
cocktip slipped through her cervix. Courtney kneeled with a chuckle beside her 
friend, reaching under her, caressing the dog's balls as he plunged inside the 
girl. She felt his knot, lodged against Tiffany's cunt lips, and Courtney pushed 
on it, hard, grabbing the girl's thigh with the other hand. Tiffany moaned, 
almost screamed, as the lump of muscle stretched her cunt open and popped inside, 
swelling rapidly to seal them togther. 

"Well, looks like dinner will be a little late," Mark said conversationally. He 
walked towards Tiffany, his rapidly rising cock leading the way. Tiffany slowly 
opened her eyes and looked up apologetically, blushing bright red. 

"Sorry...ahh...for the delay," She panted, quivering and groaning suddenly as 
she felt Bowser's cock, lodged deep inside her, begin to twitch, his hot sperm 
oozing into her uterus. 

Courtney chuckled. "Don't worry, honey, the extra basting oughta be worth it." 
Tiffany grinned, gasping, as she felt Bowser filling her insides. "We can go 
ahead with this, 'soon as the dog turns around," Courtney explained. "'course, 
that does kinda narrow down our options for what hole to spit ya in." 

"My...mmm...ass is fine," Tiffany gasped, grinning, nervous and excited at the 
same time. Courtney smiled knowingly; her mom had had the same look on her face. 
Of course, she hadn't been spit-roasted...Courtney shivered, fondly remembering 
that day. "What a mess," She thought, grinning. 

Courtney nodded. "In the mean time...daddy, you said you wanted to have her 
mouth one more time. An' Stacy, come give your sister a tongue." Mark grinned 
and moved closer to Tiffany's head, but Stacy looked a bit uncertain. "Well come 
*on* girl, she ain't got all day," Courtney said, mildly annoyed. 

"With...with a dog cummin' in her and everything?" Stacy giggled nervously. 

"Don't tell me you never ate out a woman while she was bein' a bitch before," 
Courtney said. "Now." 

Stacy nodded, smiled nervously, and walked over to her sister. "Go..ahhh...ahead, 
sis, really, it's fun," Tiffany replied. Courtney smirked. She knew Tiffany had 
never had the courage to willingly take the dog herself, but she'd sucked 
Courtney's cunt clean of what doggy cum spilled from her uterus more than once. 

Mark grinned, watching as Stacy slid in under her sister and began to caress her 
thighs, lapping at her mound at first. Stacy purred, nuzzling Bowser's balls, 
the latter grunting and squirming a bit. The dog pulled backwards, trying to tug 
his knot out of Tiffany, in whom it was firmly lodged. Mark grinned at Tiffany. 
"How 'bout letting me have that tongue one more time 'fore it's on my table, 
girl?" He asked her, conversationally. 

Tiffany shivered and smiled. "I...ahh...dunno, this is...ooooh...pretty intense, 
I don't wanna...ahh...bite it off or somethin'..." 

Mark nodded. "Good point. Courtney, what can we do about that?" 

"Coupla things," Courtney responded, licking her lips. "One of 'em takes time, 
though." 

"You...ahhh...mean pull my teeth?" Tiffany asked, curious rather than alarmed. 
Courtney smiled approvingly. She wouldn't need them after today, after all, so 
what loss would they be?" 

"That all right with you?" Courtney asked her friend. Tiffany nodded and 
shivered. "Well then, I'll go get the extractor...I'll hurry, don't you worry." 
She turned and scampered toward the house, glancing over her shoulder as her 
father knelt down in front of Tiffany. He lifted Stacy's hips, causing her to 
squeak in surprise, muffled by her sister's cunt, and then positioned his 
cockhead against her anus. He grunted, plunging it in, and Stacy tensed and 
quivered for a moment. "Hurry," Tiffany gaspingly reminded her, and she nodded, 
turned, and ran. 

Courtney crossed the family room and living room to the rear of the kitchen in 
about three seconds. She tugged open two drawers before she found what she was 
looking for. The contraption resembled a cross between a staple gun and a pair 
of pliers. She checked the battery indicator and confirmed that there was plenty 
of power left. Courtney scampered back outside without bothering to close the 
drawer. 

As she stepped out the door, she paused, watching as Bowser rearerd up and 
turned. Tiffany arched her back, crying out as she felt his knot swiveling 
inside her. A moment later she clenched her teeth, whimpering as the intense 
stimulation of the dog's cock and knot and her sister's tongue brought her off. 
Courtney smiled; Tiffany'd put her in the same position a few times. Stacy was 
squirming and gasping, slurping hungrily at her sister's cunt as Mark stretched 
her tight little ass. Coutrney grinned and scammpered over to them. "Here, daddy," 
She said, handing him the extractor. 

"Thanks baby," He replied, grabbing the device. He smiled warmly. "Here Tiffany. 
Open wide, girl." 

Tiffany quivered, breathing hard as her orgasm wound down. She closed her eyes 
for a moment, sort of purring as she felt the warm goo still leaking into her 
uterus, then did as Mark bade her. She opened wide, quivering nervously. Mark 
wasted no time and pulled the jaw brace from its slot on the extractor. The 
brace looked like a pair of nearly flat metal bars, one on top of the other, 
with a button on one of them and rubber padding on the outer sides. He inserted 
it deep in Tiffany's mouth, behind her backmost molars, where her wisdom teeth 
would appear when she got older, if she were going to get any older. "All good?" 
He asked her. She nodded and made an incomprehensible "ahh" sound. "Try and bite 
down," He suggested. She tried, but as hard as she bit, she couldn't get her 
front teeth less than an inch apart. "Perfect," He replied, and she nodded, 
shivering in anticipation. 

Courtney smiled, kneeling down to retrieve the spit where it had fallen. She 
moved around behind Tiffany. "Bowser, down," She instructed, and the dog lowered 
his body as much as he could with his knot trapped in Tiffany's cunt. It had 
taken them a little while to train him for this one, but the results, she'd 
heard, were excellent. 

Stacy whimpered underneath Tiffany, still licking at her cunt, wiggling her hips, 
trying to move herself on Mark's cock. Courtney grinned, pausing, moving around 
a bit to get a better view as Mark grasped one of her friend's top left incisors 
with the extractor. "Ready?" He asked. Tiffany made an affirmative noise, they 
thought, and nodded just a tiny bit. She held as still as she could, bracing 
herself. Courtney smiled, watching, as her father pressed the trigger. Tiffany 
made a sort of choked groan, and the extractor whirred and chugged as it worked, 
rapidly wiggling her tooth, faster and faster, while Mark pulled. Within about 
three seconds it popped free. "One down," Her father announced, grinning at 
Tiffany. "You all right?" 

Tiffany nodded, gasping. Courtney had never had a tooth pulled but she had a 
decent idea of what her friend was feeling. She had read that before the war 
this sort of thing--indeed, any tissue damage--communicated not the intense 
warmish-tingling sensation she and all Renewed humans experienced, but instead 
elicited a horrific emotional response, one people would do almost anything to 
avoid. She shuddered; having never felt the "pain" that the pre-War people had 
known she could only imagine what that felt like. The "pain" she knew was 
entirely different; there had been a movement to find another, better name for 
the sensation, and eventually the contest split between "postpain" and "transpain." 
Three centuries later society still hadn't decided--after all, something like 
this could hardly be imposed by a Directive; those were reserved for emergencies 
and for things that actually *mattered*--and so most people simply said "pain." 
The sensation wasn't unpleasant at all, but it certainly got one's attention. 
Like an orgasm, but different. She couldn't quite explain it, and usually didn't 
bother trying. 

She was shaken out of her reverie as the extractor pulled Tiffany's next incisor. 
Courtney hefted the spit and moved around behind her friend, lowering herself to 
her knees. She lined the tip of the spit up with Courtney's anus, and gently 
eased the point in. "Ready?" She called out. Tiffany made a squeal-groan of 
approval, drowned out by the whir of the extractor. Mark pulled the rest of her 
incisors in quick succession; Courtney couldn't see what he was doing with them, 
but she imagined he was just setting them on the ground. Courtney shrugged and 
began to push the spit forward, slowly. The tip easily spread the girl's anal 
ring, and Courtney pushed gently but firmly, working it deeper, her father's cum 
and Tiffany's gush making the trip easier. 

"Keep lickin' her, wouldja Stacy?" Courtney asked. Stacy murmured something, and 
began slurping loudly and showily at her sister's cunt, as the girl moaned from 
the combination of the sun-warmed metal penetrating her ass and Stacy's tongue. 
Mark kept the extractor going, removing the girl's premolars now. Courtney knew 
that he wouldn't try to remove her canines; they were anchored too securely for 
a quick and clean extraction. 

After about a foot of the spit had entered her, Tiffany tensed suddenly, 
whimpering with the intense sensation of the spit piercing her colon and 
entering her intestines. Courtney patted her friend lovingly on the back as she 
kept pushing, listening to the rattle of the extractor. She concentrated; she'd 
have to be careful in a couple minutes to ensure that she didn't pierce her 
friend's heart or lungs and deny her the pleasure of cooking alive. She 
concentrated, slowly working the spit deeper as Mark pulled the rest of her 
friend's premolars and molars. When he was finally finshed he reached back and 
extracted the jaw brace. "How's that?" He asked her, smiling. 

"S'good," Tiffany murmured, with difficulty. It was a lot easier to talk with 
teeth, Courtney knew, and she chuckled, and patted her friend's smooth, shiny 
head. Mark grinned and pulled his cock from Stacy's ass, holding it up to make 
sure Courtney could see the coating of gush. She grinned, shivering happily, 
pausing in the process of spitting her friend and holding the spit with one hand 
while she scooted around for a better view. Tiffany looked back at her; smiling 
brightly; her mouth was left with only canines and filled with blood, but she 
looked happy and satisfied. Courtney gave her a thumbs-up, and Tiffany turned 
her head back to Mark, who lifted himself a bit and pushed himself gently into 
her waiting mouth. 

Mark moaned as Tiffany's gums and tongue went to work on his head and shaft, 
sucking her sister's gush from it. Courtney grinned and resumed guiding the spit 
into her friend. "Hold up your hand when you feel it in your throat, honey," She 
called, and Tiffany nodded. Courtney alternately watched the angle of the spit 
and her father's face as Tiffany sucked him. He was clearly enjoying himself. "She's 
good, huh daddy?" Courtney grinned. 

"Damn...fuck yes she is," Mark gasped, clearly tensing. Courtney pushed about 
another inch of the spit in before Tiffany held her hand up. Courtney 
immediately stopped pushing the spit, holding it in place with one hand. She 
heard Bowser grunting below her and looked down to see him trying to tug his way 
out of Tiffany's cunt. He was strong, and was actually starting to pull Tiffany 
further back on the spit. 

Courtney grinned. "Stacy...keep sucking her clit, play with Bowser's balls...keep 
him good and hard." Stacy murmured under her sister, and Tiffany moaned around 
Mark's cock as her sister began actively licking and sucking at her cunt. "Grab 
him, honey," Courtney instructed, and Tiffany nodded, squeezing down on Bowser's 
knot, though she wasn't sure why. She was too occupied with Mark's cock, now 
twitching and pulsing in her mouth, to notice the spit slowly slipping further 
up her throat. 

Mark groaned, pushing himself deep into Tiffany's mouth as his cock pulsed, 
splashing her tonsils with his sperm. Courtney purred, watching him happily, 
hearing Tiffany moaning happily, muffled by his cock, as she gulped down his 
sperm. She imagined the sticky slippery goo splashing against the tip of the 
spit in her friend's throat, and shuddered happily. 

"Wow," Mark gasped as withdrew his now-bloody cock from the girl's oozing mouth. 
"You sure you don't wanna stick around for a while girl?" 

TIffany blushed and shook her head. "Lille laye fuh thah," She replied. "Spih's...mmm...alheay 
in my guh an ah." 

Mark spent a moment translating that into "little late for that. Spit's already 
in my guts and all" before replying. "Guess that's true," He mused. "Still...we 
might be able to--" 

"No. Pleath, no," Tiffany gasped, looking up at him pleadingly. 

Mark smiled. He didn't have the heart to deny her this, seeing how she wanted it 
so badly. "All right, all right. Anything you'd like to say?" 

"Thang yuh. Love ya ahh," Tiffany mumbled, and smiled around lovingly. "Ah wrohe 
somefin fuh muh famihy alheahy." 

"All right then," Courtney replied, and grinned. "Keep clenched tight honey." 
She felt around for a moment before finding a convenient stick, then hurled it 
over her shoulder. Bowser leapt up and strained forward after it, but his knot 
was lodged too firmly in Tiffany's cunt. She groaned, clenching him and 
straining against him as he pulled, not understanding. "Let him pull ya Tiff," 
Courtney explained, and Tiffany nodded, no longer straining. Courtney braced 
herself, holding the spit on place as Bowser pulled, and slowly the dog's 
scrabbling dragged Tiffany back onto the spit. Stacy scrambled out from under 
her sister, her face shiny with the juices of dog and girl, grinning as she 
watched her sister's latest lover impaling her. 

Within a minute, Tiffany gurgled, and the tip of the spit emerged from her mouth. 
Courtney looked down and could see that the dog's knot was starting to come 
loose in Tiffany's cunt. "Tighter honey," She exclaimed, pushing slowly forward 
on the spit, trying to leave Tiffany with the impression of the dog spitting her. 
Within a few more seconds, Tiffany moan-gurgled, half-coherently, as the tip of 
the spit entered her field of vision. Courtney could imagine her watching it, 
entranced; most people did as they were spitted. 

"Stacy, quick, go grab a potato or somethin'" Stacy nodded and hurried over to 
the table, found a good sized potato, and scampered back to watch the bloody 
spit working its way forward. "Get ready to stuff it in her cunt," Courtney 
instructed Stacy, who nodded, kneeling beside her. Stacy nuzzled her as she 
watched a hint of blood oozing from her sister's anus, around the spit, but her 
sister's tight hole was doing an amazing job of keeping it inside. That and, 
Courtney knew, the spit was designed to pierce cleanly, preventing shock for as 
long as possible. 

By the time Bowser's knot popped free of Tiffany's cunt, a good foot of bloody 
spit had emerged from her mouth. Stacy immediately stuffed the potato into her 
sister's gaping hole, trapping the delicious dog cum inside her uterus. Courtney 
licked her lips, imagining how that would taste. 

"All right, honey...for the next part you're gonna have to get down on your 
tummy," Courtney instructed her friend. Tiffany made a gurgle-grunt and slowly 
lowered herself from her hands and knees to her knees and elbows, then gradually 
stretched her legs out behind her. Courtney and Stacy reached under her and 
helped her lower her front onto the grass, grinning as her sizeable breasts 
squashed gently against the ground. Courtney grinned at her father, who was 
sitting back and resting, enjoying the scene before him. She looked over at the 
kids; Billy, Dan, and Kim were lying in a sweaty, sticky heap, snuggled together 
and nuzzling, petting, and kissing one another lovingly. 

She grinned, then returned her attention to the task at hand. Tiffany needed to 
be secured to the spit. Courtney dashed to the picnic table and grabbed some 
cord, then hurried back to her friend. She knelt down beside Tiffany, lifted her 
ankles above the spit, crossed them, and then looped the cord over them and 
under the spit several times before tying them firmly onto it. That would keep 
them in place. She smiled, and reached for her friend's hands, kissing each of 
them gently before tying them behind her back. They certainly didn't want her 
limbs flopping into the fire, she thought, even if Tiffany, kinky bitch that she 
was, would probably enjoy the intensity of the coals toasting her tootsies. 
Courtney giggled and moved around in front of her friend, looking down into her 
eyes. "You ok, Tiff?" 

Tiffany wiggled her head slightly; it was hard to nod with the spit in her 
throat. Courtney smiled; the spit was designed so Tiffany could breath 
reasonably well around it, but she was probably becoming lightheaded already. 
She knew how to fix that. "You sure you all right?" She asked. "I mean, you're 
sure about this?" Tiffany gave her an incredulous look, then glanced down 
meaningfully toward the spit protruding through her mouth. "I know, I know, no 
backin' out now, hon," Courtney said, chuckling. "But if you want we can put you 
out, or down, before we roast ya. So, you gonna be ok?" Tiffany gurgled and 
lifted one of her thumbs as best she could. "All right then," Courtney said, 
smiling. "C'mon, daddy, gimme a hand with this." 

Mark struggled to his feet, cock hanging limply--for once, Courtney thought with 
a grin, though it was showing some signs of stirring--and walked around behind 
Tiffany. He grabbed one end of the spit, just beyond her ankles, and Courtney 
grabbed the end near her head. Tiffany smiled as best she could around the spit 
as Courtney lifted her, grunting, doing her best to avoid accidentally impaling 
herself on the point of the spit. They grunted and groaned as they lifted her--she 
was pretty heavy after all, Courtney thought...good 160 pounds last she 
remembered, quite a bit for a 14 year old--and carried her toward the firepit. 

They reached it seconds before Courtney's arms would have given out, and she 
almost dropped the spit into the fork for the point. Mark lodged his end in the 
other fork, and they engaged the locks to keep the spit from disloding readily. 
Maybe if they tried to spitroast an elephant, Courtney thought with a grin, then 
shuddered. While it was customary in some families to cook and eat pets that had 
passed on of natural causes or been euthanized, deliberately killing a non-human 
animal for food--or fun--was considered an unspeakable crime; almost as bad as 
killing a person without their permission. No one had eaten elephant for almost 
1500 years, though part of that was a result of them being extinct for at least 
1200 before the Eden project had begun, in a conscious effort to rebuild pre-existing 
ecosystems. 

Courtney verified that the spit was locked in place, then grinned to her father. 
He grinned back and reached for a small button inside a hollow at the base of 
the spit. "Ready Tiffany?" He asked, then pressed it without waiting for the 
answer she couldn't give with her mouth full like this. Her body jerked slightly 
as the lodging spines extended from the spit, slowly burrowing about two inches 
into the flesh of her thighs. There were three sets, one designed to embed 
themselves in the roastee's thighs, one for their rectum (after the war, "they" 
and "their" were officially recognized as gender-neutral singular pronouns--took 
about fucking long enough, Courtney thought, every time she considered it) and a 
set of blunt knobs that lodged it in the lower esophagus rather than risking 
puncturing the lungs and killing the roastee prematurely. 

Mark gave Courtney a thumbs up after the light turned green, confirming that the 
spikes were in place. Courtney glanced over at Tiffany's sister. "Stacy, you 
know how to start a charcoal fire, right?" 

Stacy nodded. "Yeah, done it a few times. Couple sisters, an aunt, and dad," She 
said with a grin, then turned and walked toward the picnic table. Courtney 
returned it; the last one she remembered vividly. 

"Lucky bitch," Tiffany muttered, then turned to Mark. "Ya see, daddy?" She 
teased her father and winked at him. He'd picked up the bowl of baste and 
started applying it to Tiffany's body, grinning as he did so. She watched as he 
lovingly yet efficiently slicked the sauce over the girl's thighs, legs, and 
feet before concentrating on her torso. 

"I know, I know," He responded. She shook her head at his lukewarm response, and 
thought back to her History of Erothanasia class. "Erothanasia" was the 
technical term; it was apparently an ancient word coined to describe a similar 
concept, though the details were sketchy. "Death from love." "Passion-death" was 
a term with a few afficionados, but most people simply referred to it as "snuff," 
a term which, she had learned to her horror, had once been used to describe an 
almost antithetical concept, the killing of people *against their will* for 
sexual pleasure--once an urban legend, but routinely practiced by the Nobility 
prior to the Renewal. She shuddered as she thought about that idea; most almost 
everyone found "murder" (the technical term, she recalled, to describe wrongful 
killing, including the old meaning of "snuff") unthinkable, and the few who didn't, 
and acted on it, were punished horribly. 

The label "snuff" had been adopted partly because it was convenient: short, easy 
to spell and remember, and readily pronounceable by small children wishing it 
for themselves or their siblings. There had been, however, a conscious intention 
of "taking" the term away from the Nobles, and for the Freekind to take it as 
their own, applying it in a fashion diametrically opposed to the use for which 
their enemies had employed it. She recalled reading that her own ancestors had 
once done something similar with the word "nigger," a slur aimed at people with 
dark skin and certain facial features (another concept she didn't get; people 
with different skin colors were interesting but she couldn't see how one could 
be better than another, unless you were playing hide-and-seek at night or 
something). 

It had taken half a century or so for in-home erothanasia to become fully 
universalized after the Renewal, and then another generation or two before 
snuffing adult males became common; prejudices died a lot harder than people, 
Courtney thought with a grin. Even then, however, spit-roasting males wasn't 
nearly as common. At first it had been more difficult; men tended to be heavier, 
putting more strain on the spit, and since they only had one good-sized hole 
between their legs, the L-posts that had been normally attached to the spit and 
used to ensure the roastee turned properly didn't work so well. The hook lodging 
method had been developed within about a decade, however, but full-body 
impalement, like any other anal penetration, was still regarded by some men as 
effeminate or non-masculine for several generations to come. 

These days the snuffing rate was about equal for males and females, but the 
proportion of adult men snuffed was lower than the number of adult women. 
Courtney recalled, however, that this was expected to change within their 
generation, and she smiled. She sure hoped so. She'd been toying with the idea 
of encouraging her father to let her snuff him, once she was old enough to take 
care of her brother, and she shivered as she pondered it yet again. Someday...she 
shook her head. They had a lot to do. 

She turned and followed Stacy to the picnic table, giving the girl's firm young 
ass a good hard squeeze as she grabbed the vibrator-thermostat, the kitchen 
scalpel, and a small plastic from the table. Stacy squeaked and grinned over her 
shoulder. "Whatcha think?" She asked. 

"Roastable," Courtney responded. "Even though you ain't nearly so plump as your 
sister is." 

"I'll work on it," Stacy said with a grin, kissing Courtney briefly but 
passionately before hefting the lighter fluid and lighter and walking toward the 
firepit. 

Courtney followed her, stopping in front of Tiffany. She smiled and looked down 
into her friend's soft brown eyes, leaning to kiss her on the forehead. "How ya 
doin', honey?" She asked. Tiffany gurgled, and gave Courtney a thumbs-up. "Any 
trouble breathing? One finger for yes, two for no." Tiffany held up one, 
hesitated, then held up another. Courtney nodded. "Here, let me fix that," She 
said, and slide to her knees. She reached under Tiffany's Jaw with the knife and 
cut a vertical slit at the base of her throat, grinning as she watched the girl 
quiver, then slipped the plastic tube into it, completing the kitchen 
tracheotomy. "Better?" Tiffany held up one finger. "Excellent." 

Courtney walked around behind her friend and slid the spike of the thermostat-vibrator 
into the potato in her cunt, deep enough so that the vibrator portion was 
against her friend's clitoris. She opened the jaws and attached it snuggly to 
Tiffany's clit, then switched it on, listening as it began to buzz. Tiffany 
began to quiver, and Courtney moaned in sympathy; her friend was silenced by the 
tracheotomy and would soon be silenced forever. She smiled wistfully as she 
thought about that; she'd miss Tiffany greatly, and not just for her tongue, but 
she was overjoyed that the girl was having a chance to enjoy this. "Love you, 
honey," She whispered, leaning close to Tiffany's ear. "Hope this is an 
experience to die for." She licked her lips and added "I 'cunt' wait to taste 
you. See you in heaven, sooner or later, Tiffany." She patted her friend's 
shaved head and the friends shared one last loving glance. 

She felt a rush of heat as Stacy lit the coal fire, and Courtney walked around 
to the other end of the spit. Stacy stood and leaned close to her sister, 
whispering lovingly to her, and Courtney waited until she'd kissed her forehead 
and started walking back to the picnic table before she pressed the button that 
started the electric spit turning. She stood and watched her friend begin to 
slowly rotate over the coals, then followed Stacy back to the picnic table. Mark 
stayed and finished basting Tiffany as she turned, paying extra attention to her 
breasts and cunt, then made his way back to where his daughter was sitting 
beside Stacy, hands between each other's legs and fingers working idly. His cock 
was swelling rapidly and was shiny and sticky with blood, and the girls leaned 
forward to lick it clean before indicated for them to make room. Both girls 
scooted over slightly, and he sat down between them, his fingers replacing 
theirs against each other's cunts as their fingers entwined around his cock. 

Courtney leaned her head against his shoulder, and Stacy followed suit.. The 
shadows were lenghtening, but the sun wouldn't really set for several hours yet. 
It would be getting dark by the time Tiffany was done roasting. Courtney smiled, 
watching as her friend wiggled and quivered on the spit, her face twisting with 
the intense stimulation of the fire, the spit and its spikes, and the vibrator 
latched onto her clit. Courtney grinned, glad that the mosquitoes, about which 
she'd heard so many historical horror stories, weren't among the species that 
had been selected to populate the living space of Elysium. That was kind of a no-brainer, 
she reflected. 

She glanced at the clock mounted on the wall by the pool. 17:43. They had a 
while to go yet. She sat and watched as Tiffany faded slowly, her orgasmic 
quivers growing weaker and weaker as her meat started to brown. Around 18:32, 
Tiffany's heart finally stopped, though they guessed she'd lost consciousness a 
while before that. At 21:30 they concluded she was "done" and removed her from 
the spit. 

She was delicious.