Life favors the few in Elwood Massachusetts, an upper crust community numbering about thirty of the most prestigious homes in eastern Mass. 12 North Strand Street is the home of Ms. Susan Jefferey. The house itself is a sprawling Victorian comprised of fourteen rooms, two acres of land, gazebo, and three acres of manicured lawns.
The house sits on the corner of the court far enough to offer complete privacy from other homes in the neighborhood. It's a well wooded lot covered by stately elm and maple trees. The back yard section (just off the upper deck) has a heated swimming pool, Jacuzzi soak tub and, in the grassy area, a large brick barbecue (large enough to roast a small, thousand pound steer whole) sculptured flower gardens line the shady brick walks leading off to the wooded areas on the north side of the property.
Susan had taken her usual afternoon nap but just couldn't get to sleep. She finally sat straight up and, pushing the shoulder length blond hair out of her eyes, decided to give it up. About five thirty she went downstairs to fix some tea and brandy. Standing by her bedroom's full length mirror she slipped her nightgown over her five foot three inch petite frame. A little (well. almost half a year) over thirty-six, Susan was in good shape a slender one hundred and twenty pound body, set off by her glowing blond hair, large expressive blue eyes, a shapely rear-end and round firm pouting breasts. Long, nicely tanned shapely legs completed the package.
Padding quietly down the plush carpet stairs. Susan turned the hall corner and switched on the kitchen light. Waiting a second for her eyes to adjust to the sudden glare she sat down at the polished oak kitchen table. What to do? In just about a week, Susan's Equinox Club would meet for their annual fall festival dinner.
The Equinox Club is a gourmet dining association founded over twenty years ago by Katherine Carson's (Elwood's leading society family) world traveled step-mother. The club's goal was to provide the ultimate dining experiences by not discriminating against cultural, political or environmental issues. Thus, many club meals over the years were prepared in a manner judged to be politically incorrect in society circles or contained foods socially or environmentally precluded, or outright protected by law. This year it was Susan's turn to host the dinner which would normally require seating at table over thirty women.
Susan jumped at the sound of the steam kettle's shrill whistle. Although the house was Victorian style, the builders had obviously prioritized the kitchen for both family socializing and more practical issues such as food storage, cooking and eating. It is a huge light, airy open room fully equipped to cook and serve (and clean-up afterwards) meals for a large number of people. The kitchen is outfitted with stainless steel professional appliances, a full walk-in freezer, professional six-burner gas range with attached triple sized oven and abundant counter space, plus two huge butcher block tables set just behind the cooking area.
Pouring the tea Susan indulged in one of her few vices (besides fine brandies) lighting a cigarette and inhaling deeply. She exhaled slowly the cigarette relaxed her and helped her think. As a second generation Equinox member, she had many fond memories of bygone fall dinners so many wonderful places and tastes stirred her memories. Exotic meals full of strange and mysterious foods, rich with flavor, seasonings and tastes unknown till that time.
There were even a time "special dinners" of human meat were used in China before the communist regime came to power. The stories were repeated to this day in hushed undertones about the wonderful experience of eating "long-pig", as they called human meat.
Raising the cigarette to her mouth again, Susan took another puff, remembering the elephant roasts, eagle egg soufflé and how she'd cried when they served the baby panda chops (three baby panda's cooked and carved alive on the spit) over ten years ago. Ten years ago ... a life time.
Since then her younger daughter (aged twenty-one) had grown up too fast. Clarise was an adventuresome child, ready to take on the world. Looking like a younger version of her mother she had flashing green eyes, blond hair a beautiful heart shaped mouth.
Wrapped up in Clarise's troubled marriage, Susan's own failed marriage was just a dim pain long filed away as no ones fault. Men! What are they good for anyway? Always wrapped in themselves, they seldom made life easier.
Angrily stubbing out her cigarette Susan poured a second cup of tea (that would be sure to keep her awake) and fantasized about a world without men in control. Snapping back to the problem at hand Susan's thoughts drifted back to the upcoming dinner. What to serve? She was sure panda's would not be available at the local meat market. Susan was aware the main course would have to be meat of some kind....
Slowly ... a wildly exciting idea began to form. Initially she discounted the thoughts as crazy. It couldn't be done now ... here ... but why not, if done carefully Long-pig!
With a master degree in criminal law and an MBA in civil law Susan's technical mind began toying with the idea of cooking a whole male. As an accomplished gourmet cook, she was well aware of the difficulties involved roasting a large goose no less ... let's see thirty guests, one and a half to two pounds of choice cut meat each, discounting head, bones and internal organ weight, the male would have to have a pre-cooked weight of about one hundred and sixty pounds. Nervously she broke her own rule and lit a second cigarette.
Mentally she listed the problems:
Not to mention how one goes about oven roasting a whole male. What a fantastic idea! Imagining the presentation effect of a whole male, cooked to a golden brown, served up steaming hot on her large silver platter.
Susan imagined the roast set in the classic serving position (trussed like a turkey, arms tied to the legs, hands to feet, rump thrust upwards and forward inviting the carving knife) garnished with exotic fruits and vegetables the classic apple stuffed in the mouth with celery stalks (leaves at the top) inserted in the rump.
First things first ... selection of the meat. Domesticated animals raised especially for human consumption were kept in a controlled environment ... not so for humans. What the person ate, vices (smoking, drinking) exercise regimen all would influence the flavor of the meat. It wasn't as easy as going to the supermarket and squeezing a roast or flirting with the butcher to get he best cut of meat.
She decided to get dressed in her most suggestive outfit and go to Lydia's. Lydia's was a local upper-end vegetarian restaurant. That way, Susan thought, she would have the opportunity to inspect the "roast" carefully, make sure he did not smoke or drink and was a strict vegetarian ... the optimum criteria in her mind for high quality human meat.
Susan dressed carefully for her "shopping trip", wearing a black low cut dress (showing as much cleavage as possible), three inch heals, her hair down around her shoulders and perhaps just a bit more make-up than usual, she was ready.
She arrived at around eight thirty and the restaurant was near empty. She was seated in the bar where she could look over the likely candidates. The two men at the end of the bar were perhaps in their early forties, so she ruled them out doubly so the instant they lit cigars. One man just coming back from the men's room was obviously drunk so he was out too. Disappointed, realizing it would take a little while longer than she had hoped, Susan kept nursing her drink, telling herself things would pick up the later in the evening.
Susan lit a cigarette and watched as a middle age man sat at the end of the bar. She followed him intently, overhearing him ordering a glass of white wine. A wine drinker ... perhaps ... preferable to hard liquor. Susan looked him up and down and guessed his weight to be around a hundred eighty pounds. He wasn't fat, but he was rather best described as perhaps "plump" ... good so far.
She couldn't help laughing to herself here she was inspecting an unsuspecting man to be the main course of her dinner party. She couldn't help wondering what he would say if he knew she wasn't flirting with him ... she was just shopping for her dinner roast.
Catching his eye, Susan coyly reached for matches to light her cigarette. Taking the hint he came over,
"Hi, my name is Larry may I light your cigarette?"
Oh-oh thought Susan a smoker ... too bad he was looking so good.
"Care for one?" Susan offered Larry the pack.
"No thank you I quit a year ago", he said striking the match and leaning over as she inhaled the smoke.
Great! she thought.
"Oh thank you I've been trying to quit to, but it's really hard."
Talking easily, Susan soon found out Larry was the perfect candidate he met all the criteria. Now how to get him home and in the pantry?
Seated at table Susan was gratified to learn Larry was on a business trip. Since he was single and out of town, it would take some time before he was reported missing. Perfect, no inquiring family or friends in the state. The sleeping pills in Susan's purse were very strong ... they'd work.
Her plan was to flirt with Larry and interest him in a wild night in bed. Once home she would fix drinks ... a special one for Larry. When he awoke he would be secured in her pantry and ready for the necessary cruelties awaiting him.
Susan was half listening to the table talk, her mind was on getting Larry home. Staring at him she thought he was kind of cute ... not really good-looking but a pleasant man to look at. She couldn't help picturing him trussed up on her large Teflon coated roasting platter, legs trimmed like an oversized turkey, stuffing oozing out from between his legs as she basted him with his own rich drippings.
"Would it be forward of me if I suggested after dinner drinks at your place", asked Larry?
"No, that was just what I had in mind" Susan responded jerked back into reality.
Driving in separate cars Susan made sure not to lose site of Larry's headlights she didn't want to lose him now after investing the whole evening.
It would not do to have Larry's car at her home so she stopped at a local convenience store. Larry pulled in behind her. Walking over to his car she explained that nosy neighbors could start a gossip free-for-all if they saw his car parked out front and asked him if he would mind leaving his car there and driving the rest of the way in hers.
Larry understood perfectly and, locking his doors, climbed into Susan's car. Acting impulsively, Susan leaned over and gave Larry a deep kiss,
"... promise of things to come" she whispered in his ear.
She couldn't help but notice the bulge in Larry's crotch showing through his pants. Musing to herself she thought about Larry's plan for her ... she was sure he had no idea where that "bulge" would actually end up in about a week.
Susan pulled into her drive just about midnight. They got out and walked up to the house. Larry looked around as Susan opened the door, then held it open for her as she went in, then he followed. Susan quickly drew the shades as Larry remove his coat and laid it over the chair.
Susan's daughter had been asleep for hours now. She turned on the stereo soft Johnny Mathos music was perfect to start the evening. Ducking into the kitchen she checked the pantry. The pantry was a small 8.X.10 foot room off the kitchen. It had a heavy oak door and a small shuttered window facing the back yard. This past week Susan had installed a heavy chain contraption which was equipped with a professional pair of hand and leg cuffs she found at a local S&M 'Play Store" possibly thinking about having long-pig subconsciously for weeks before the idea bubbled up to her consciousness.
The pantry also had a small drain in one corner and two hose bibs hot and cold perfect for what she had in mind. A traveling porta-potty, the kind used in campers, was stored in the cornor and now would come in handy for storing her prize for about a week.
Carrying a nice bottle of Chianti Susan returned to the living room and sat on the couch next to Larry. She poured some into a brandy sniffer and handed it to him.
"Try some of this ... it's about the best I've tasted" Susan coo'ed.
Smiling, Larry took the sniffer and swirled it around then sniffed. He smiled again, then took a sip, tasting the wine,
"Mmmm, delicious! You have great taste in wine."
He took a good swig, swishing it in his mouth, then swallowed.
"Oh thank you kind sir ... and you have great taste in selecting dinner companions," laughed Susan.
Leaning back on the couch she deliberately allowed her skirt to raise up high on her thighs. Larry's view of "leg" along with the wine helped overcome any self-restraint he might have had and he leaned over and kissed Susan lightly on the lips.
"Thanks for such lovely company."
Susan responded with a deep kiss and placed Larry's hand on her breast. Sighing softly, she began to slowly move his hand down her body. Larry responded by grabbing her arms and twisting her around and laying her down across the couch.
Raising up, Larry began to unbutton his shirt he attempted to whisper in her ear. Suddenly the room began turning and his speech became slurred,
"I want to ... to ... tell ... youuuu...."
And he passed out on the couch. Susan checked Larry's responses,
"Larry are you Okay? Larry?"
Nothing.... Larry was out cold ... time to go to work.
Dragging him into the pantry on the highly polished floors was easier than she had thought it would be. Carefully she pulled and twisted and and stretched his arms and legs, snapping the hand and leg cuffs on him before he awoke. He was all twisted around and would surely be cramped when he did wake up, but for now he was peacefully oblivious to everything.
Susan started pulling off his clothes, getting a good look at her prize. She slid his shirt off his back to reveal shoulders which were firm and meaty. Larry's body appeared to have a good balance between muscle and fat better than too much lean the meat would be well marbled ... perfect for roasting. Susan got up and went to the kitchen for a butcher knife ... to cut the clothes off before the man ... the long-pig came to.
It was harder to cut through the new fabric than she thought it would be ... like everything, she mused. But soon the shirt was in several pieces and she went back to denuding her prey. She undid his belt and slipped it out of the loops, snapping it and imagining giving that firm male flesh some decorative stripes just for the fun of it ... but it would be wasted on an unconscious male, she decided, so she went back to the work at hand.
Susan undid the snap and pulled the zipper down and started slithering his pants down his hips, over his well rounded rump. She admired Larry's firm well rounded rump sure to be a prime cut at Sunday's dinner. His loins were plump and tender and promised to be a choice cut as well. She ran her hand over his glutes, shivering, feeling her nipples tighten as she imagined carving through the meat ... just wishing she could butcher him alive instead of cooking him whole. Oh well, maybe some other time.
Susan cut through the thin suit fabric again more difficult than she imagined it would be. She finally figured out slitting through the seams was quickest, but still she didn't have the experience to do it easily.
Once the pants were off Susan played with Larry's underwear tiny yellow jockey's ... the kind you'd expect to see on a nineteen year old super taut swimmer but not on anyone older. Susan ran her fingers lightly over the tight-packed fabric, sliding her fingers over it, shivering, half trembling.
She then grabbed the knife again and smirked, sliding her fingers over the smooth, cold stainless steel, licking her finger and sliding it along the super-sharp cutting edge. She grinned to herself and slipped the blade under the one inch wide waistband and twisted the blade to the side, sliding it ever so slightly ... letting the tight band cut itself through.
The tingle-tightness in her tits spread down to her belly-button and through her belly to her guts and churned inside her tight female parts as she grabbed the other side of the waistband and held it so she could cut through it. She shook her shoulders and squeezed her breasts together as her fingers trembled.
She lightly fondled the less-taut but even more full fabric, letting it slip over the prize inside. She slid the smooth nylon off Larry's cock and slid her finger tips lightly over the soft, rubbery cock-head, musing at how small it was when not "on the hunt" ... how insignificant ... especially for something that caused so much trouble.
Larry's cock was not as large as Susan had imagined it would be ... nowhere near as large as she had hoped for ... but pan-fried in garlic and butter, stuffed with a sharp cheddar cheese ... it would produce a tasty appetizer.
All in all, she was pleased with her selection she had chosen a healthy, well fed male that would cook up tender and juicy ... she took the opportunity to slide her body across his, pressing her hard nipples hard into his hard male flesh, running her lips lightly over his fine beard stubble, letting the stiff-cut hairs tickle her lips before finding his and pressing them hard against his, breathing in his slow breath, heavy with alcohol. She ran her fingers through his hair and fondled his unconscious body, shivering with the delightful knowledge that he was now destined to be turned into meat ... nothing more than that. She had reduced a man to a farm animal and soon would be butchering him ... it.
It was the most sexually stimulating thing ever ... not a fantasy, reality. It would almost make up for the bad experiences she'd always had with men ... the only good thing that ever came of men in her life were her two daughters. After several minutes raping her prey, Susan pushed herself up, off him. She looked down at the still peacefully passed out male and grinned. Now it was to the pre-stuffing arrangements.
For the next several days Larry's body must be "cleaned" inside and out. His diet up until butchering would only consist of pound cake and brandy. Susan would force feed Larry as much of this food as he could take. Soon this diet would "purge" Larry's system and help give the meat a good flavor. The brandy would be necessary to keep Larry comfortably drunk so he would be easier to control and in his intoxicated state prevent him from realizing his final fate.
Near the end Susan would inject the brandy directly into Larry's bloodstream. By checking his stool, Susan would be aware of that time Larry's intestinal track was completely purged of his former intake and ready for further preparation. In a way Larry was a living marinade until he was to be butchered and roasted. Saturday morning Susan would begin the hair removal in preparation for roasting.
By now it was well past three in the morning, and Susan was dead tired. Tomorrow morning early she would tell Clarise about her plan and measure her reaction. She was sure Clarise would be supportive and eager to help with the dinner preparations. Susan dragged herself up the steps, leaned her head on her bedroom door for a minute or more before turning the handle, then half fell into the room, stumbling forward. It was all she could do to stand by her bed long enough to unzip and unbutton and drop her clothes to the floor before she plopped onto te bed, pleased with her night's work.
She awoke early and went straight to the pantry. Larry was curled in a fetal position sleeping heavily. She knelt down and poked at him to be sure he was still under. Then she untied one shoe then the other and slipped his shoes then socks off. Now he was as naked as the day he was born ... except for all that hair.
She went back into the kitchen and came back with his first serving of pound cake and a water glass full of brandy. She poked harder, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back and pulling his eyes open with her thumbs till he started to rouse,
"Wake up sleepy head, time for breakfast."
Larry's eyes started to twitch, then startled. He stirred and then groaned. His eyes were still unfocussed and his voice raspy, but he was coming to.
"Where am I ... Susan is that you?"
With a pang of remorse, Susan's voice became hard,
"Drink this now."
"What is it?"
Larry almost choked on the brandy coughing and sputtering. Susan was prepared for having to "influence" Larry's behavior during the few days of marinating. Armed with a cattle prod she applied it to Larry's leg ... instantly his legs shot out straight as the high voltage slammed into his body.
"Aaaghhh" he yelled as he squirmed in pain.
"Do exactly as I say or you will experience pain like you cannot imagine," Susan said sternly.
"Why are you doing this?" asked Larry.
Raising the glass to his lips he drank almost half in one swallow. Susan waited for the brandy to have the desired result. In about fifteen minutes, Larry showed signs of getting heavily drunk. Removing the brandy Susan forced as much pound cake into Larry as possible.
"You must eat ALL the food and drink I give you or you will be severely punished," warned Susan.
Susan continued Larry's pre-stuffing four times each day. On the fourth day Susan had to impose a tight gag as Larry had became very loud and aggressive. It was just as well tomorrow Larry would meet his destiny. Still, he had to be made tractable. She cattle-prodded him in the balls and ass and kidneys however he squirmed he couldn't protect his whole body until he was panting and limp-weak. Susan pulled the gag down and held his head back by the hair and poured brandy down his gullet. He couldn't resist and swallowed more than a pint in quick order.
Susan made sure Larry was dead drunk and totally non-resistive before she started shaving his body hair. It took the better part of an hour and, like everything else so far, it was more difficult than she had anticipated. Dead to the world as he was, she had to hold his arms up to shave under them, hold his legs apart, roll him over, hold his butt-cheeks apart, wiping away the baby-ooze from his ass-hole during the shaving.
By the time she was satisfied, all she had left Larry was his eyebrows and lashes and hair on his head where a young boy has hair. Other than that, she left Larry bald as a baby. It was kind of sad this was Larry's last day as a man, tomorrow he would be just meat, ready to be cooked for the pleasure of people he never met.
"Well I guess there are worse fates ... could be he'd gotten himself selected by a lousy cook," Susan laughed softly, half to herself.
The next morning Susan was having coffee with Clarise.
"I'll need your help getting Larry prepared for Saturday's dinner."
"Oh Mom, I was hoping you would ask me," said Clarise. "I just thought you were being very secretive about the whole thing."
"How do you feel about eating human meat?", Susan asked.
"Well at first it was like really, weird but than I started thinking about it. We do eat cows and birds and fish and they were alive at one time, what's the difference about a human, especially a man," said Clarise. "I mean, it's not like he's really human, is it? A man's not the same thing as a woman. That would be wrong ... eating a woman. My only problem is he's so cute."
Clarise sniggered, sipping her morning coffee.
"He's got such soft, cow eyes, I don't know if I'll be able to eat him."
She sniggered again, and snorted,
They both laughed and decided to finish breakfast and start to work. As Susan was finishing her morning cigarette Clarise peeked in on Larry.
"He's sleeping like a baby Mom. Poor guy, he's all curled up like he's cold ... bet he will really be warm tomorrow!"
She chortled and turned around. Susan told her daughter it would be better if they just wore jeans and an apron and nothing else so they stripped off everything and pulled on jeans and aprons, helping each other, fondling each other Susan first, cupping her daughter's breasts and kissing them. As her daughter ran her fingers through her mother's hair, Susan rubbed her cheeks across her daughters full, firm breasts, feeling a tingle as the nipples swelled and poked her in the cheek. She moved her mouth over her daughter's left breast and kissed it, sucking lightly, tonguing the hard, erect nipple nib within the swollen areola then slowly sucked on them, harder and harder, nursing on them as her daughter breathed hard, running her hands all over her mother's naked back, pulling her mother's face hard to her breast, clawing at her mother's back, both gasping hard till each felt that delicious warmth radiating through their guts, between their thighs, panting, Calise pulling her mother's head up off her breast and locking her lips to her own. Susan responded and both sucked at each other's face until their passions were sated and they were nearly exhausted passion-exhausted but more alert and ready than ever.
Susan nodded her head toward the pantry and they both straightened each other's aprons and went in, still breathing hard. By now Larry was half sitting up but still very drunk. Susan squatted down in front of Larry and slapped him to get his attention.
"Larry, wake up ... do you hear me?"
"Huh, what are you doing to me ... I'm cold, Susan what's going on?"
"Larry I want you to drink this brandy and listen closely," Susan said. "Larry, you're to be a very special dinner for some very close friends of mine. If you drink this you will fall asleep and it will all be over ... you won't feel a thing. Do you understand?"
"Susan I don't want to eat ... just let me go ... I wanna go home."
"Larry, listen to me," Susan chortled, half amused, half motherly, "Larry, I'm not saying you're going to be a guest for dinner ... you ARE dinner ... the entree ... the meat dish. Do you understand?"
"Oh Susan ..." still not comprehending, "Why do you have me all tied up here ... I mean, I like kinky sex and all just like the next guy ... I've fantasized about being tied up by a beautiful woman as her sex slave ... but we've not had sex and I'm awful achy. Can't you just untie me so I can go home now?"
Clarise got down on her knees and swayed her breasts in his face, pulling his face into cleft between the pillows, twisting her shoulders back and forth, sliding her nipples over his stubbly cheeks and teasingly across his lips. Then she grabbed his hair and jerked his head back and slapped his face, then backhanded it.
Larry's resistance and sense of self had been well broken and he broke down and cried like a little baby, tears filling his soft cow-eyes, dripping down both sides of his reddening nose. She laughed at him and taunted, grabbing his hair and jerking his head back, forcing his mouth open, grabbing his head with her thighs and forcing his nose into her cunt, sliding it back and forth, using his nose as a small dildo, rubbing her swelled clit against it, sniggering,
"You want rough sex ... you like it ... how about eating shit, boy!"
Susan put her hand on her daughter's shoulder,
"No dear ... we'll have to get another male for toilet training, if that's what you want ... this one's been cleaned out and marinated for dinner tonight ... don't want to spoil the flavor."
Clarise squeezed Larry's head between her thighs till he started shaking and struggling, twisting hard, struggling for breath. Then she suddenly released him and he sagged to the floor, gasping for breath, crying all the more. He kept blubbering,
"I have money ... I can pay you ... I can give you all the money you want ... everything I have ... just let me go back home ... just let me go."
He didn't really understand yet, but Susan talked to him like he did,
"Larry, there's no sense arguing. Drink this and there won't be any pain. If you won't, it'll get a lot worse and you'll still be on the menu."
After a few more minutes, Larry stopped struggling and wrinkled his brow,
"What do you mean, entree?"
Susan smiled at his beginning to realize what she had in store for him. She stroked his hair then ran her finger over his cheek, wiping a tear from his eye, lightly stroking his sand-paper stubbly cheek, then reaching down to his still meaty pectoral, softer, more tender with middle-age, grabbing it, squeezing it, clawing her fingernails under the jut and digging in, pretending to get ready to rip it off like a harpy, sniggering,
"Just what it sounds like, Larry ... we're going to roast you ... me and my younger daughter ... stuff you and roast you like an oversized turkey ... and serve you to our dining club."
Finally Larry understood. His face crinkled in desperate mental agony, his mouth agape in a silent scream.
"Your meat will be tender and succulent ... I've fed you nothing but pound cake and brandy ... cake to marbleize your meat ... and brandy to marinate it over the past several days."
He twisted his head back and forth, eyes squeezed tight, tears streaming down his cheeks. Susan stroked his hair, combing her fingers through his hair, there-there'ing like a mother talking to her young son,
"At least, dear, it's women who will be eating you ... not other males ... and your meat won't become dog food."
Larry just slumped, stunned. Susan held a glass of brandy to his lips and he sipped and swallowed, then gulped as fast as she could tilt it into his mouth.
"Clarise, let's give the sedative some time to work, how about a break?"
Larry slumped to the floor, and lay there inert, like a sleeping cat deceptively peaceful. Susan talked to her daughter like he wasn't there maybe he wasn't ... in his head.
"Hmmm let's see ... at about twelve minutes a pound he has to be oven- ready by seven tomorrow morning ... it will take a long time to cook a roast that big."
"Sounds good Mom. Poor Larry ... he's so cute, I can't imagine him on my dinner plate ... couldn't you have picked an ugly one?"
Both women laughed. Susan reached for her lighter when Clarise asked,
"Mom can I have one?"
"Clarise I didn't know you smoked."
"I have for awhile ... but not a lot. I mean I'm really excited and a cigarette would be wonderful just now."
"I am disappointed but I'm glad you told me," replied Susan, holding the pack out to Clarise. "I'm planning to quit, maybe you would give it a try too?"
"Okay Mom but not just now. Look, Larry is out cold. What comes next?"
"First we have to slaughter him. I've been thinking about what would be the best way," said Susan.
"How about we chop his head off like a turkey" said Clarise.
"Oh-no, I want a whole roast presentation is everything. We have to do it in a way which won't mark the carcass," said Susan. "I have a way of killing two birds with one stone."
Susan snickered at her pun.
"By this afternoon I'll be in the mood for a hot-dog lunch."
"Old Larry has a fine looking hot ... or should I say 'cock' dog. If cooked properly, it could make a great lunch for two hungry gals. What do you say?"
"Terrific idea Mom. It does look kind of tasty. I mean meat's meat, and smothered in spicy relish and mustard ... mmmm-mmm, it would made a fabulous lunch!"
"Clarise make sure his hands are tight in the cuffs ... I don't think Larry is going to be in an understanding mood donating that ..."
She pointed to Larry's cock,
"... for our lunch. He might be passed out now, but he could rouse ... don't want to take any chances."
"They're tight Mom. But it sure looks small ... I don't think there's enough meat for both of us."
Susan coated her hands in cooking oil and began to manually manipulate Larry's cock. Despite his being nearly unconscious, Larry's body roused some and within a minute or two his member reacted instinctively and started getting hard.
"Oh Mom it's working look at it grow!"
"Yes, now all we have to do is trap the blood in so when it's cooked it will make a delicious blood sausage for our lunch."
Susan stretched a think rubber band, the kind that holds stalks of broccoli together; she carefully fingered Larry's throbbing hard cock into the band and coaxed it all the way down the shaft then had to stretch it even more to pull one then the other ball through. She then let it snap tight, startling Larry back to semi-lucid consciousness. Susan then slipped a string noose around Larry's cock-and-balls neck and pulled it tight as she could pull it even tighter than the rubber band. Cock-and-balls-neck flesh bulged between the two strangulaters. Larry's cock was so thick and full of blood the veins bulged, the muscular wrapping round the cock showed through the thin, slippery-looking skin. The head was flared and bright purple, so full of blood the piss slit was flared open wide enough to shove a pencil eraser down it.
Clarise was bug-eyed with delighted fascination as she watched intently her mother reaching for a sharp paring knife and lightly drawing the sharp blade around the bulge of flesh between the tight-noosed string and the equally strangulating rubber band round the neck of Larry's cock and balls.
Larry startled all the way awake, reacting violently, straining against his bonds, as Susan traced the line she had just made, pushing the blade deep into his flesh, half cutting through the meat and cords and things. Mother and daughter tittered as they waited for Larry's struggles to weaken him, sniggering at how the hard cock and tight, fatty hard-boiled eggs bounced back and forth even looser and freer than they would have if they weren't already half cut off.
Gradually Larry's struggles became weaker and Susan grabbed the half-separated cock and balls, stretched them, put the blade in place, then jerk, cleanly separating Larry's cock and balls from his body as he screamed and whimpered like a fresh hickory-whupped little boy.
Susan brought the still hot, blood-filled hard meat to the sink and carefully washed it in cold water.
"Clarise, fill that large bowl on the counter with two cups of water and one cup of lemon juice. "We'll have to marinate these for at least an hour to make sure we get any urine taste out of them ... just like cooking bull's balls."
Mother and daughter laughed.
"Poor Larry," said Clarise "if you could see these now, wow!"
"I can't wait to pan fry these beauties, bet there're going to melt in our mouths," said Susan.
By now Larry was limp with despair and resignation. There was no fight left in him. He didn't even lift his head when the women came back into the small pantry.
"He looks kind of peaceful don't you think, Mom?"
"I would prefer he looked more appetizing than peaceful," laughed Susan. "Well now comes the messy part we have to finish up the butchering, are you sure your up to this?"
"I don't think we have to worry about him wanting to go somewhere now, Mom. Sure, I've cleaned lots of chickens in Home Ec. And dear, what's the difference? Just tell me how to help."
"Okay then, help me get his feet tied to this pulley ... see, it attaches to the crossbeam in the ceiling. We have to hang him to make sure we get all the blood out," said Susan.
Clarise helped her mother noose Larry's ankles and pull the rope snug. Larry didn't even wriggle or raise his head, but he did open his eyes and look up just past his bushy eyebrows to the two women. His mouth crinkled a little and tears dripped down on both sides of his nose into his slack-jawed slightly open mouth.
The two women started pulling the rope taut. Still no reaction. But soon as they pulled his ankles off the floor along with his lower legs, Larry started to whimper softly. Mother and daughter completely ignored him and kept pulling hand over fist, putting all their weight into hefting more and more off the floor.
By the time his butt was all the way off the floor and his back was starting to lift off, Larry breathed in deeply then sighed a long, moanful sigh. The two women totally ignored him and kept pulling him higher and higher, lifting his back all the way off the floor, his shoulders, his arms twisting side to side limply, his head lolling.
By the time his feet were pulled all the way up to the ceiling and his hands were slowly swinging free of the floor, Susan took hold of a large carving knife and leaned forward and grabbed Larry's hair and pulled his head and neck forward.
He looked at her with those soft, sad cow eyes of his, now even softer with tears. His lips were quivering but he wasn't trying to say anything. He closed his eyes as Susan said,
"Okay here goes."
She put the knife to his throat and was about to slice when her daughter grabbed her hand and said,
"Mom ... there's something I've always wanted to do ... but I really want him to be alive for this."
Susan wasn't sure what Clarise was up to, but she was happy her daughter had her own desires to abuse males ... it is so much fun, she thought to herself. She let go of Larry's hair and stepped back, giving her daughter room. Clarise unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. Then she stepped out of them and to the male, his face a little lower than her crotch height. She spread her thighs and reached down for the male's head and pulled it forward and up between her thighs, then forced his face into her crotch, squeezing her thighs together and holding his nose in her pussy.
Despite his resignation, Larry's body didn't want to die, didn't want to suffocate and he began to thrash. That just made Clarise excited and she clamped her thighs together all the more. Larry's desperate sucking and blowing through his nose and mouth tickled her sensitive female parts, making her shudder, squeezing her nipples achy-tight as she twisted her shoulders back and forth, jerking to make her breasts dance.
Susan was getting excited and stepped to the side and pulled her daughter's face to hers and planted her lips on her daughters'. They kissed passionately as Clarise squeezed even tighter. Then as her mother frenched her, Clarise let go a morning's worth of piss right into Larry's nostrils.
He gagged and snorted and sputtered, taking Clarise from one orgasm to another, higher and higher, ecstatic beyond her ability to imagine far beyond any ability to describe.
It was a good five, maybe ten minutes before Clarise started coming down and opened her thighs, letting the smothered-to-unconsciousness male's head drop. He was still breathing, but barely, bubbles frothing out his nostrils though he was breathing through his slack-jawed mouth.
"Now it's time, Mom," Clarise sniggered.
Susan was much pleased with her daughter and handed her the knife, giving her the honors. She took hold of the handle with one hand, grabbed Larry's hair with the other and pulled his head and neck forward. Then she lined the blade up with his left ear and casually pressed down as she pulled it across his throat, cutting deep enough to draw blood.
Then she stopped. She paused for a minute or more, then looked to her mother and said,
"Mom ... I don't want to kill him."
"But Clarise ...."
"No, mom, I mean I don't want to kill him this way...."
Clarise put her finger to her mouth, lowered her face a little, looked up to her mother like a little girl with a very mischievous thought, then said,
"I want to gut him alive ... cook him alive too, if he lasts that long."
Susan grinned happily, then said,
"That's my girl!"
Clarise stepped out and brought a large plastic wash-tub back into the pantry,
"It'll be a lot less messy ... a lot less blood to clean up."
"Wait a minute...."
and left and came back in with a couple old shower curtains, spread them out under the hanging-by-the-ankles male then put the wash-tub under Larry's hanging hands, pulling it mostly forward so the guts would fall out into the tub. She then picked up the knife and handed it to her daughter, grinning, anxiously waiting, her lips trembling with excitement, squeezing her arms together, pressing her breasts together so her hard nipples pointed out like pointing fingers.
Clarise took the knife in hand and ran it up and down Larry's belly ... even though he wasn't cut like a body-builder, hanging like he was upside down, his belly muscles were much more defined with a well defined zipper line down the middle from where his cock and balls had hung all the way to the depression between his two breasts.
The blade tickled a thin line a blood string ... with tiny blood-pearls growing all up and down the belly. Larry was moaning, starting to rouse again groggy, befuddled, addled, but conscious, if only barely sensate.
Clarise knelt so she could grab his face and pull it up some so he could look up past her breasts to her face. She grinned at him. She then spread her legs and straddled his head again and held his face into her cunt and pissed into his nose again, laughing.
"Mom, didn't you spend the last few days force-feeding him pound cake?"
Susan nodded and her daughter continued,
"Well, I read that the Maori would force-feed their long-pigs uncooked rice and that would turn savory. And when they cooked the long-pig alive, his intestines became a real delicasy. Don't you think pound cake would be even better?"
Susan pondered then said,
"I'm not sure.... I'd feel a lot better with him cleaned out."
Clarise was more determined,
"Mom, we've got that hose that expands so we can blow out a clog in the drain. We could feed that down his mouth ... make him swallow ... then turn on the water when it's down deep in his esophagus and blow out everything. Then we could turn on the hot water and scald his guts then stuff him up his ass with cranberries and string beans, sliced sweet potatoes and pineapples, and corn bread dressing. Don't you think that would be better than gutting him?"
Susan thought a minute, then said,
"You're Miss Home-Ec ... show me."
With that, Clarise had her mother help her move the tub, lower Larry to the floor, tie his wrists to the pulley-rope, then pull him back up, his fingers just inches from the ceiling. They tied his ankles to the sides and put the plastic wash tub under Larry's ass, already dripping baby-shit green slime. Clarise drew her finger across it, brought it to her nose and sniffed.
"I still think cooked it would be pretty good."
"Next time, dear ... when we're doing it just for ourselves ... we can experiment then."
Clarise grinned wide at the prospect of doing it again, nodding,
"What you say, mom."
She went out to the garage then came back with the hose. She screwed it into the cold water sill cock then held the hose end up against Larry's jaw and neck, marking it about where it would be if the expansion-bulb was about heart-height. Then as her mother held Larry's mouth open, she started forcing the hose down his throat forcing Larry to swallow the bulb, not allowing him to gag it out. She fed it down to the mark and held the hose tight and told her mother to turn on the water,
"Hard and quick, mom, so the bulb'll fill up and plug his esophagus so the water won't back up and drown him."
Susan turned it on as quick as she could and Clarise had to hold on tight to keep the hose from backing up before the bulb filled in and locked itself in place, then she loosened her grip and then let loose entirely.
Larry struggled as his belly quickly blew up like a taut wine-skin, then the fullness bloated toward the right, then back and forth across his belly, blowing up his whole belly like he had swallowed a whole watermelon like he was pregnant then suddenly a gush of water started spraying out his ass a messy spray at first, then a steadier stream, quickly filling the washtub with brown-green baby-shit half-digested pound cake, then turned clear.
Larry was snorting and trying to scream, his eyes were peeled back like a frightened horse's eyes. His struggles were held in check by his stretch-ropes and his screams were muffled by the hose in his throat he could barely breathe, much less scream.
Susan turned the water off. It kept gushing and spilling over the sides. There was a mess but it was mostly washing down the drain so the two decided to dump the wash tub and get it out of the way. They turned on the water again and moved Larry's lower torso around, aiming the spray to wash the slosh down the drain.
Then Susan unscrewed the hose and screwed it on the hot water bib and as Clarise held the hose again, she turned it on full. Larry thrashed all the harder as his guts were suddenly scalded, throwing his head back and forth so hard Clarise had to grab his hair to keep him from snapping his neck. She danced around to keep from being splashed too much by the warm but no longer scalding water gushing from the male's ass-hole.
After five, maybe ten minutes of scalding hot water cooking his guts, Larry was fought out. Susan turned off the water and after a few minutes, Larry's ballooned guts were almost back to normal. Mother and daughter now pulled the hose out and let their long-pig hang by his wrists, head lolling only half-conscious as they went in to prepare for the cooking.
They pulled out celery and herbs and cornbread stuffing mix and started boiling the water to pre-cook that before stuffing. They then cut some yams and mixed them with a couple cans of diced pineapple. And then chopped some fresh cranberries and sprinkled saccharine and aspartame on the cranberries then mixed them with frozen French-cut string beans. They mixed the stuffing spices and chopped celery then mixed in the corn bread, making about three gallons for stuffing.
They got out the seven foot roasting pan and set it on the twelve-foot long chopping block center island, then went back into the pantry and hosed Larry off, washing off all the sprayed baby-shit that had gotten on him during the clean out. Larry was almost beyond knowing what was going on, but not quite. He tried but couldn't resist as they lowered him and dragged him into the kitchen and flopped him up onto the long roasting pan.
They rolled him over onto his belly, turning his head to the side, then pulled his butt up, pulling his knees up under him and wrapping his floppy-arms around the back of his knees. And tied them in place so his body wouldn't sag at least not that way it could fall over but not sag.
With his butt high, it was easy for the two women to start stuffing the well-cleaned out guts. As Susan pried the cheeks apart, Clarise took a handful of the cranberry-string-bean mix and shoved it in as far as she could up to her elbow. Then another handful, and another and another. After several dozen handsful, Larry was moaning again again semi-conscious.
Mother and daughter traded places for more stuffing. It was a lot slower and more difficult than they had bargained for but after about an hour, mother and daughter had stuffed their long-pig's lower guts full and were using a meat-grinder masher to pack in more and more. Somehow they were able to get everything in, including all three gallons of corn-bread stuffing.
Then they untied Larry's wrists and let his body slowly sag flat on the platter, still belly down. Clarise got out all the ice she could and packed Larry's head with ice, wrapping ice in a towel and putting it around his head to hold the ice together. Then the two women slid the huge commercial oven's slide-in tray out and hefted the well-stuffed male and platter onto the tray. Then they slid Larry into the oven. Susan wiped tears from his soft cow-eyes before closing the door, sniggering at him.
They turned on the oven low about 200F. As Larry moaned mother and daughter again made passionate love with each other, feeling each other to orgasm several times before opening the oven and pulling the tray out to baste their long-pig with spiced basting butter. They'd do this for several hours so his back cooked real good and tender before flipping him over and raising the temperature to 350 later that night, letting him roast for a few hours before turning the temperature back down to 200 to keep the meat warm and tender till the women came, finishing the cooking slowly so it would be fall-off-the-bone tender and succulent.
Then they got ready for the special lunch they had cut his cock and balls off for earlier. But first mother and daughter sat down to share cigarettes and coffee.
"Are you getting hungry?" asked Clarise.
"I could eat if you are, besides I'm anxious to see how Larry's cock is going to taste" said Susan.
"Let's see if it tastes as good as it looks" answered Clarise.
"Get my big cast iron skillet out of the cupboard" said Susan. "It has to be really hot to cook these properly. Sprinkle it with lots of salt and make sure to coat it with plenty of melted butter while I get the meat ready for the pan."
Clarise carefully pulled the testicles out and washed them and placed them on the cutting board. Using a very sharp paring knife she carefully removed the attached blood vessels and tubes until all that was left was the meat. Using her very sharp butcher's knife she sliced the testicles into thin wafers. She then placed the meat in a bread-crumb batter coating them thoroughly.
"So far so good," mused Susan aloud. "Now for the main ingredient."
Larry's cock had not shrunk at all because the blood was trapped inside there was only a small amount of blood and that was mixed with the lemon juice. Rinsing the cock one last time, Susan took her cake decorator and filled it with a creamy, sharp cheddar cheese.
"Mmmm cheese-stuffed cock .. sound good Clarise?"
"Great idea Mom ... the cheese should really give it a good flavor. God I'm getting hungry, quick plop that baby in the pan!"
Susan placed the nozzle in the tip of the cock and forced into it as much cheese as she could into the piss-tube. Then she stretched the rubber band holding the blood inside, letting most ooze out. She then cleaned out the syringe and filled it with creamy brie, clamping the rubber-band over the flesh pulled over the syringe so the cheese stayed inside. She had to fill the tube a couple times more to pump the cock up hard and full, but it would be worth the effort, she knew.
Susan pulled the tube out while squeezing in as much brie as she could, letting the rubber band squeeze the end closed so just about nothing oozed out. Next she sliced some onions and garlic thin, asking,
"Pan hot enough yet, Clarise?"
"All ready, mom."
Using a meat tong Susan carefully laid the stuffed cock in the pan. The hot butter sizzled as the meat began to cook. She sprinkled the meat with onions and garlic. Soon the aroma of fresh cooking meat filled the kitchen.
"Oh God that smells so good, do I have to share?" Clarise said jokingly.
Susan carefully turned the meat to make sure it was cooking evenly.
"Only if I get all the breaded ball patties" Susan responded laughing.
When there was enough cooking juices from Larry's cock, Susan began placing the breaded sliced testicles in the hot spitting gravy.
"Clarise set the table, the meat will be done in a sec, we don't want to over-cook it."
"I like my meat to say "ouch" when I fork it" laughed Clarise.
"Yes, I think rare is the only way to cook this dish. Mmmm! Sure smells fabulous" said Susan as she lightly seasoned the cooking meat.
"Speaking of saying 'Ouch!' ma, let's check on the long-pig before it burns."
Mother and daughter opened the oven and pulled Larry out. While Susan basted his legs and thighs, feet and ankles, butt and loins, arms and shoulders, Clarise got out more ice and packed Larry's head, checking to see if there was any life left in his eyes. He looked at her and winced as much as his near-cooked muscles would allow. Clarise grinned, cupped her hands under her naked breasts, holding them up, sniggering, pinching the nipples, holding them up and trying to lick them, then wagged them in front of his face. She then wiped tears out of his eyes then mother and daughter shoved their gelded long-pig back in to roast more.
Susan went back to check on the sauteing cock, using a fork to pierce the cock, checking for doneness. There was no blood at all the meat was cooked through. Clarise threw together a small luncheon salad for two and set the table. Susan drained the cooking grease from the pan and placed half the patties on each plate. Picking up the carving knife she measured the cock in half and with a quick slice parted it cleanly in two.
"I want the part with the head" squealed Clarise. "Besides it's bigger"
Susan slid Clarise's portion on her plate. The cock had cooked perfectly the blood in the muscle had congealed around the outer meat perfectly. The brie was soft and oozy, almost like cum. The cheddar cheese was also soft and oozy. Susan made a mental note to reverse the cheeses next time the white brie would look like real cut oozing out the piss-tube.
Susan sliced off a piece of the cock and forked it into her mouth. Rolling her eyes, mouth full she looked at Clarise and said,
"This is heavenly!"
Clarise was chewing and nodded in agreement,
"If the rest of him tastes half this good, I'm off beef forever!"
Susan snorted her agreement as she savored the meat and cheese in her mouth. Too busy eating, table talk was sparse until mother and daughter had eaten their fill.
"That was the best cock I've ever had. And I mean had in any way!" laughed Susan.
"Oh Mom you're right, if I had any idea my X's cock could taste this good he would have lost it long before we got divorced," laughed Clarise.
Dawdling over their coffee and cigarettes Susan said,
"Guess we'd better check on the roast ... we don't want to let it burn."
The two women just sat there. Clarise said,
"Oh Mom I'm so stuffed I can barely move ... that was the best lunch I have ever eaten, I feel like taking a nap while I digest that wonderful meal".
"Come on lazy bones, first we need to check on the meat."
Several minutes passed while they just sat there looking at each other, grinning, patting their bellies, twisting a little, starting to get up then not. Finally Susan got up and Clarise followed.
They checked on Larry again, repacked his head with ice, poked the thighs and glutes to see how they were cooking and decided to let him roast for a few hours before checking on him again. He'd no doubt be dead, but Larry was already so far gone that he was probably not feeling anything now just some kind of fog in his head.
Clarise then cleared the table and, yawning, followed her mother upstairs. Pretty much exhausted from their labors, the two women plopped into bed together, wrapping their arms round each other, kissing like the lovers they had become, then slowly passing out.
After a couple hours they got up and went down and started working on final preparations. They pulled Larry out to find he was indeed dead or too far gone to know what was going on now.
The two women put on oven mitts and turned Larry over onto his back, putting his hands under his head so the thinner meat wouldn't overcook. They tented Larry's head with aluminum foil and basted his underarms and arms and pecs and belly and thighs and legs. They tented Larry's feet so those would not over cook, then turned the oven up to 350F and went about chopping and mixing and setting things aside in the refrigerator.
"Who did you invite Mom?"
"Oh the usual club ladies. Although when they heard long-pig was on the menu I got return RSVP's from just about all of them. If they all show up, we'll have about thirty ladies all ravenously hungry."
"Wow you think we have enough meat? I was hoping we would have some left-overs, guess not...."
"There's a lot more meat on that carcass than you think, dear. We'll have soup bones, if nothing else."
After everything was prepared for the morrow, they turned the oven down to 200F again and pulled the long-pig out and basted it again. They tented the whole body so the skin wouldn't burn overnight. Susan pried Larry's mouth open and stuffed in an apple.
After another pack of cigarettes and a large pot of coffee, the two women went up to retire early. Instead of sleeping in separate rooms like they always had before, Clarise slept in her mother's bed and they cuddled and nuzzled all through the night.
Susan was up and dressed at six in the morning. She checked on the meat to be sure it wasn't cooking too fast. When Clarise got up and came down, the two women turned the long-pig over to roast some more on his belly about seven hours at 250F, basting it every thirty minutes or so.
Between bastings, they made up a thick glaze of chunky apple sauce and cinnamon and basted Larry's shoulders and back and rump and thighs for hours as the glaze turned to hard candy which only cracked a little while they turned the carcass over for the final stage of cooking at about three in the afternoon 350F for three hours, glazed every ten minutes now, then turned down to 200F for the last two hours.
They cooked what they had prepared the day before and had more than enough for thirty-plus ravenous women ... they hoped.
Around seven mother and daughter began dressing for dinner. Although not a formal affair it was a special occasion. Susan settled on a low cut black cocktail dress which complimented her shapely figure. Clarise chose a green pant suit outfit with a matching silk blouse. Both women wore heels and some jewelry appropriate for an informal occasion.
Susan nervously lit a cigarette waiting for the arrival of the her first guests. She planned to start the evening with wine and hors d'oeuvres and begin serving dinner at eight. Clarise came into the dining room, walking over to her mother, she said,
"Mom relax, it will be perfect."
She took the cigarette and began smoking.
"Everything is ready, this will be the most memorable dinner the club ever had." said Clarise.
Just then the door bell rang and Susan jumped to greet three of the guests. In just a few minutes the house was filled with women milling about, sampling the hors d'oeuvres and sipping wine. Several women drifted into the kitchen enticed by the aroma of the night's roast.
"Oh Susan that smells heavenly, can I peek?" asked Karen Summers, Susan's old friend.
"If you don't poke!" Susan sniggered.
By this time the roast was fully cooked. The top portions of the meat closest to the heating element had turned a dark, crispy brown while the lower portions were only a bit less cooked and lighter in color it was hard to tell with the hard glaze. A few places the crust had cracked and the deep brown cooked meat showed through. Over stuffing had forced some of the dressing out of Larry's ass, mixing with the cooking juices that puddled on the roasting platter.
"Of course, maybe you can give me hand getting him on the serving platter?" said Susan.
"Sure, he's got to cool before carving and I'd love to help with the garnishing ... he sure looks good," said Karen, gingerly picking up a small piece of stuffing and popping it into her mouth. "Oh this is delectable! Lets get him carved!"
Carefully, the two women pulled the sliding tray out, got it balanced on the center island, and started pulling the platter off. It was a little more than awkward so Susan called Clarise in. A couple other women came with her and all five pulled on oven mitts and dragged the platter off the sliding tray and onto the chopping block table.
Other women came in and soon everyone had to see Larry before he was carved.
"Oh Susan he is gorgeous, almost but not quite too pretty to eat!, laughed Karen.
"Let's get Larry ready to make his last entrance," laughed Susan.
Clarise spooned out the cooked potatoes and carrots arranging them around the roast. Susan forced a large leafy carrot where Larry's cock would have been and Karen placed parsley sprigs behind the ears. A fresh apple replaced the cooked one and two cherry halves were tooth-picked over Larry's closed eyes.
After three-quarters hour of gawking and touching and talking, the women were all ready for dinner. Several helped move the platter onto a large serving cart, then Susan tinged her empty wine glass to get their attention, then called on the Rev. Deborah Wallace to say grace. The pastor had everyone go into the living room where she thanked God for their dinner and prayed for God's blessing on them.
That formality over with, Susan announced,
"Ladies, Ladies, please get your plates and begin to line up for dinner."
Clarise rolled in the serving cart. The presentation was magnificent the whole cooked roast was spectacular. All the women clapped as they moved closer to inspect their dinner entree again for one last time as a whole glazed long-pig.
Midst the clapping the guests were saying,
"Oh that's beautiful ... how did you ever do it, smells wonderful...."
"Please get your side dishes and find any place to sit," Clarise announced over the hub-bub.
Standing behind the serving cart Susan cut open Larry's belly, exposing the stuffed large intestines and cut them into two-inch slices. She then started carving breast and love handles and thighs. The women lined up and Susan greeted each one asking which cut of meat she preferred,
"Breast, thigh or shoulder cut?" asked Susan.
Terry Sanders a tall, strikingly pretty brunette started whispering intensely to Karen. Suddenly both women broke out laughing.
"What's going on?" asked Susan.
Terry spoke first,
"You're not going to believe this but I think I recognize our dinner. He's a salesman. As I recall, he was a strict vegetarian. He tried to pick me up at a restaurant last week, I'm sure it's him."
"Oh Terry I'm sorry I didn't know!" exclaimed Susan. "Is there something I can do ... I understand...."
"No Susan, I'm not upset ... just amused. I mean talk about poetic justice! Last week he was trying to get a piece of my ass and tonight I'm going to have a big, juicy piece of his ass."
Both women laughed hard and long.
"I'll have a thick slice of rare rump, thank you very much," said Terry as she carried her heaping plate to the table.
Susan shoved the knife into the as-of-yet-uncut glute pressed to the platter and sliced through it, pulling out a good three pound chunk out from under and slid it onto Terry's plate.
As the women kept coming, Susan continued to slice of thick, juicy cuts of meat as she chatted with her girlfriends. In less then an hour all the women were busily eating their dinners, praising the roast and the whole dinner in general. As the last guest was served she sliced a tender shoulder steak for herself and carved off two meaty ribs for Clarise.
"Oh Susan this was really a great dinner, what a wonderful treat" said Mary, the club's chair-women.
"You really out-did yourself, that was the best meat I've ever eaten ... and that stuffing!" said Clara, Susan's tax accountant.
And so it went the rest of the evening as friends asked for recipes and praised the dinner. By eleven most of the guests had begun to say good night as Clarise and Terry began clearing the dishes.
"Oh Mom there sure isn't much left of poor old Larry" said Clarise.
"Looks like you'll be able to get a little sandwich meat but not much more," said Terry.
"Well at least everyone had a good time" said Susan.
"I just don't know how I'm ever going to sit down to a hamburger after that. That was a once in a life-time experience," said Clarise.
"Oh I wouldn't be too sure of that Princess," Susan said. "As Terry was leaving she asked to borrow my special roasting platter and invited us both to a long-pig dinner ... next Saturday at eight."
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