A Perfectly Happy Quick Ending
Tags: loli, incest, cannibalism, lesbian, human pet, snuff, consensual

"Ahhh! Yes, baby! Fuuuck!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as my wife fingered me to my eighth orgasm of the morning.

My gorgeous auburn haired wife grinned and kept her fingers working inside my cunt while I bucked into her slender hand. Once she saw that I had ridden that orgasm as far as it would take me, she slumped over on top of me, pressing her own naked body against mine.

"God, I love you, Sandy," I murmured.

"I love you too, my sexy, gainful bread-winning wife," she replied. "How are you liking your reward for being promoted to senior saleswoman?"

I kissed her for a long, familiar moment before answering.

"Perfect," I whispered. "But, if you try to 'reward' me any more right now, I think I'll melt into a big puddle of cum."

My twenty-seven year old wife giggled girlishly, then snuggled closer and just breathed through my tangled brown hair spread across the pillow, tickling my ear with her nose. I looked down at where the swells of our sweaty breasts interlocked and noticed a few smears of milk from my wife's laden teats and smiled. Even though I was the one who had borne our youngest daughter, Sandy had chosen to fully embrace her stay-at-home mom role and breastfed both our girls, leaving me free to pursue my career. A few days ago, my hard work paid off, and I got a promotion I'd been longing for for the last several years.

I exhaled a long, slow contented sigh. "I just thought of something, honey. My life is completely picture perfect. I have my dream job, a lovely suburban house in a good neighborhood and a sleek, reliable car. Not to mention two and a half adorable, healthy kids, if you count Puppy as half. And to top it off, I have the most beautiful wife in the world."

"Most beautiful in the world, huh?" she smirked. "Even with my morning head of hair in knots and my udders leaking milk all over you?"

I turned and kissed her nose. "Especially with your hair messed up and your tits full of motherly nourishment. My beautiful, sexy, perfect wife, my life has reached the absolute peak of happiness. That's why I think you and I should end it here."

Sandy looked genuinely horrified. "End it? You want a divorce? Cassie, you can't mean that."

"No, no, baby, never," I hastened to clarify. "I wouldn't think of ever leaving you: you and the girls mean everything to me. I'm saying that we should end our lives, not our marriage."

"Oh," said more calmly. She considered that for a moment. "But what about the girls?"

"We'll take them with us," I stated. "We can give them a nice little snuff party, eat them, then snuff ourselves. They're both young enough that it's easy to make them happy, so we can all go out with smiles."

"Hmm, that does sound nice." She thought quietly some more. "You're right, as usual, dear. We should go out on a high point, and this is the best our lives are ever going to get."

My wife and I kissed with a renewed passion, like it was our wedding night all over again, but without her being seven months pregnant. I thought that was leading towards orgasm number nine, or else number five for her, but when the kiss ended, Sandy abruptly got out of bed and headed for the hallway.

"Come on," she called, "if we are doing this, let's put our pet in the oven and get the girls ready to be snuffed."

I groaned softly. Once Sandy made up her mind on something, she didn't hesitate to act on it. That was how I wound up marrying the hottest homemaker I know nine years ago. I wouldn't have minded spending a bit more time in bed, but I rolled to my feet and followed her.

Sandy stopped to retrieve young Annie from her bedroom, but I continued on and found nine year old Elora in the living room with our pet girl, Puppy.

When I came into the room, Elora's muffled voice called out, "Mom, help! I can't move and she won't get off."

Our naked seventeen year old pet girl was on top of our oldest daughter, humping her leg and pressing her breasts into the young girl's face, pinning her to the floor. I smiled and grabbed the pet's collar and rolled her over, releasing my daughter. Elora promptly got on top of the horny pet and started fingering her vigorously.

"Thanks, Mom," she said before sucking on a pert breast.

Elora's skirt had been pushed up to around her midriff, and her entire lap was wet with the pet girl's cum. Puppy was probably worked up from listening to Sandy and me loudly fucking all morning, but then again she was constantly aroused these days, so this behaviour was hardly out of the ordinary.

The vet had done a great job on her three years earlier, when the girls' babysitter had volunteered to become our family pet. They had shortened her hind legs, removed her unneeded hands and higher intelligence, but left her playful nature, libido, and passionate love of young girls intact, along with enough memory to still be house broken and understand basic commands. Elora and her new "Puppy" had been inseparable playmates ever since.

"We've decided to snuff and cook Puppy for lunch," I told my daughter, sitting next to them. "So, let's hurry up and give her her final fuck together."

Elora looked up in surprise, but didn't object. I reached over and removed the pet girl's collar and Elora's clothes, then started massaging the pet’s B cup breasts. We were soon joined by Sandy and our naked six year old, who went directly for Puppy's tit's. We shuffled around a bit, until our daughters were each sucking one of the pet teen's boobs, while I ate out her cunt and Sandy breastfed the pet while complimenting her and telling her what a good meatgirl she was. With the whole family stimulating her, it didn't take long at all for our constantly horny pet to cum.

While Puppy was recovering, Sandy and I explained our full plan to the girls.

"After lunch," I told them, "we'll cook you two for our supper."

Annie looked at us with wide eyes, but Elora was still trying to figure out if I was pulling her leg.

"Really?" Elora asked.

"Yes," confirmed Sandy, "really, sweetmeat. We're going to feast on all of you, then we'll snuff ourselves, too. We've decided that this is how we'd like our family to end."

Elora was impressed. "Wow. Okay."

"Alright, girls," Sandy said, "Who wants to help put our pet girl in the oven?"

Both girls excitedly volunteered, then we coaxed Puppy into the kitchen. I picked up Puppy, then Annie, and placed them on the counter, while Elora climbed up on her own. While I was getting the girls organized, Sandy got out some instant stuffing mix and began melting a generous amount of butter to go with it. Annie and Elora pulled off Puppy's rubber paws from all four leg stumps and then I had Annie sit on the pet's lower legs and Elora sit on her chest, pinning her down with their weight.

Sandy set an empty container and the big bowl of stuffing next to the meatgirl. She then kissed me and the girls, and held a carving knife before Puppy’s face and tenderly kissed her, too.

"Bye, Puppy," she said softly. "You've been a wonderful, delicious pet. Time to snuff you, girl."

"Bye." Annie waved adorably.

Puppy smiled and licked Sandy's hand submissively, showing that she understood and accepted that she was going to be butchered.

I decided to have Elora sit on Puppy's face instead, then I put my hand on Puppy's breasts and toyed with her nipples while pressing down to help keep her from moving. After rubbing the handle on Puppy's clit a few times, Sandy turned the knife and pushed it into her cunt, then used the sharp edge to extend her slit all the way up to her ribs. Our pet whined at the pain, but continued to probe her tongue into Elora's pussy, determined to show her submissiveness. With a little help from our six year old, Sandy scooped out Puppy's organs into the empty container, then packed her with stuffing. Some quick stitches of cooking twine on a big needle closed up her belly, completing the transformation from pet to meatgirl. After moving her to our largest roasting pan and coating her in more liquid butter, she was ready for the oven.

Once the roast was in the oven, Sandy took Annie to take a bath. Elora dragged a chair over and just sat watching the dying meatgirl through the glass door.

I put an arm around her. "How're you feeling about this, sweetie?" I asked gently.

The nine year old looked at me and grinned. "Kinda horny. And a bit hungry. This is really hot. And Puppy looks like she's gonna taste really good, Mom."

I grinned back with a twinkle in my eye, starting to massage her body.

"That's going to be you in that oven a little later today, you know, honey ham."

She inhaled sharply and her eyes got a little wider.

"Oh, yeah," she whispered, looking back at the red glow over the meatgirl.

She started rubbing her thighs together until I knelt next to her and pushed her knees apart. When my tongue made contact with her cunt, she moaned in a sexy, childish way. She was noticeably wet from Puppy eating her out just a couple minutes ago, so her pussy had a light taste of her arousal. While massaging her clit with my finger, I continued working my tongue and lips on her tender fillet, unhurriedly building her to an orgasm. When she finally came, she made an adorable squeak and clamped her thighs on my head, holding me in place.

After cumming, she relaxed completely, slumping in the chair. I left her to go find Sandy, who was just getting out of the bath with Annie.

"Hey sexy,” Sandy said when she saw me, “our messy little meatgirl and I are all squeaky clean now. By the way, love, have you thought of a fun way for us to snuff ourselves, when the time comes?"

"Oh, right," I murmured. "I've thought about it and I think I have an idea, if you don't mind me ruining a couple of our good steak knives."

"Go right ahead, dear."

I kissed her and then took a pair of knives out to the garage. Some time later Sandy came out to check on my progress, so I held up my crude creation for her to see. I had cut off most of the length of the handles from each knife and attached the stubs of the handles to each other with an unsightly glob of wire and superglue, forming a knife with a point on both ends and not much of anywhere safe to hold it. I'd been sanding the joint, trying to make it more presentable, but it didn't seem to be helping.

Sandy laughed. "I see. I suppose the idea is that it can cut the user and the victim at the same time?"

I sniffed indignantly. "The idea, Mrs Smarty Tits, is that we can stab ourselves in the heart together just by embracing with this between us. If we line ourselves up correctly, it should be foolproof." I frowned. "I do wish it had turned out prettier, though: it's not nearly as nice as it looked in my head."

My wife kissed me consolingly. "Well, if it's buried in your chest, I'm sure it will be plenty lovely enough to snuff myself on, dear."

Her lips, not to mention her naked tits pressing against me, reminded me that I had better things to do than polish a lump of metal, so we returned to the kitchen together. Elora and Annie had brought their dolls into the kitchen and were playing with them where they could see Puppy slowly cooking. The roast was beginning to smell amazing, but Sandy insisted that she needed to cook for a while still. To pass the time, Sandy and I fucked in a half dozen different positions in every part of the kitchen, frequently involving the girls in our sex.

Around one o'clock Annie tugged on Sandy's arm and said, "Mommy, I'm hungry."

My wife pulled her head out from between my legs and glanced at the clock. "Well ok, babymeat, I suppose Puppy is cooked enough by now."

I helped Sandy pull the roast out of the oven and set her on the counter. Puppy was perfectly roasted, with deep brown skin which glistened beautifully. She was laying in a puddle of that savory broth that comes off the meat of a slow roast and smelled simply divine. Elora and Annie bounced up and down, talking a mile a minute about their mouthwatering roast pet girl.

Sandy and I carried Puppy over and deposited her in the center of the dinner table. I set out some drinks for the girls and a bottle of wine for my wife and I. After some more oohing and aahing, we carved off some large pieces and handed them around. Elora got the fillet and Annie took a breast, while Sandy and I took a section of thigh and some ribs.

Puppy tasted as good as she looked. We all feasted happily on our late pet, barely speaking while we devoured her succulent meat. Eventually the girls slowed and stopped eating the delicious meat.

"Woo," sighed Annie, "I am so full."

Sandy smiled knowingly and carved off about half of one of Puppy's front legs and set it in front of Annie. She then cut off the rest of the leg and put it in front of Elora.

"Normally I would tell you not to eat any more or you'd get a tummy ache, but luckily I have a very special cure for overeating ready. How would you girls like to be able to eat this whole leg and more without running out of room?"

"How can we do that?" objected our nine year old skeptic. "My stomach can't possibly hold that much food."

"Come sit on my lap and I'll show you," replied Sandy.

Elora went around the table and climbed onto Sandy's lap. Sandy picked up a skewer she had sharpened earlier in her right hand and carefully felt along Elora's belly with her left. After finding the right spot, she pushed the skewer straight in just below the left edge of the girl's rib cage. Once it was in about an inch, she wiggled the skewer back and forth a few times, pivoting it around the point where it pierced the skin, then pulled it straight out. It only left a small puncture wound behind, at least on the surface.

"There," said Sandy, "I cut up your stomach, so you won't be limited to just eating how much room it has. Now you can eat until your entire belly is ready to burst."

Sandy took a deep breath and kissed Elora, pinching her nose. Then she exhaled forcefully into the girl's mouth, which created an odd sort of farting sound from Elora's gut. Annie giggled and Elora laughed a few times between burps, too.

"That felt really funny, Mommy." Elora felt her belly cautiously. "I don't feel hungry, but I think I do have room to eat more now."

Sandy slapped the girl playfully on the ass when she got down. "Ok, Annie, your turn."

Annie took her sister's place a bit reluctantly. "Will it hurt?"

"Yeah," said Elora flippantly, "but it wasn't too bad. I'm sure it will hurt more to be snuffed."

Sandy wrapped an arm around Annie. "How about you drink my milk while I fix your stomach up? That always relaxes you, doesn't it?"

Annie snuggled closer, rubbing her face on my wife's generous tits before sucking on a nipple. Sandy located the girl's stomach, then repeated the simple operation with the skewer. After blowing a lungful of air in to dislodge the contents of Annie's stomach, Sandy kissed the young girl for a while. Sandy pulled over the slab of girlmeat she'd cut out for Annie and began feeding it to her.

After Elora finished the extra portion Sandy had given her, I rubbed her belly to see how full it was.

"I think you've got loads of room left, honey ham," I told her. "I'd say it's time to get serious about stuffing these piggies for the oven. I think some internal marinade would go nicely with all the girl meat in you."

I had Elora lay on the table, then I used some grease from Puppy's meat to lube up her asshole. Once I could get two fingers in without too much trouble, I pressed the mouth of the wine bottle into her ass and tipped the bottle up. It took longer than I expected, I guess because of pressure differences or something, but eventually about half of the remaining wine drained into my older daughter's ass. I carefully pulled out the bottle and pressed my finger over her sphincter for a minute until it tightened enough to prevent any leakage.

"Since you are still alive, that wine should soak into all your meat," smiled Sandy. "You are about to be one very drunk little meatgirl."

I passed the bottle to Sandy, who repeated the process with Annie. Meanwhile, I scooped out handfuls of stuffing from Puppy and fed them to Elora. As Sandy and I made our daughters gorge themselves on girl meat and stuffing, they quickly became more cuddly and less coherent in their comments. Eventually, their bellies were bulging obscenely, showing that they were thoroughly stuffed.

"Now that's more like it," I admired. "Darling, I think our daughters are ready to get tucked in for a nice long nap in the oven, don't you?"

She looked them over fondly. "Just about. I think they could use a bit of glaze on the outside, then these little piggies will be perfect little roasters for us."

We moved what was left of Puppy out of our large roasting pan, then helped the girls climb in, situating them in a cute 69 arrangement. We carried them into the kitchen, where Sandy poured an entire bottle of honey over them, making them giggle tiredly and rub the sticky fluid on their bodies.

"Sweet dreams, babymeats," Sandy said. "Love you both."

"You are the best daughters I could've asked for," I added. "It makes me so happy what good little meatgirls you both are. Love you."

Then we kissed them on their lips and bellies, ignoring the honey we got on ourselves. The bugle of their bellies prevented them from being able to eat out the other's cunt, but they began fingering each other as we slid them into the hot oven.

Sandy and I watched for a while and listened to their moans. I'm pretty sure both of them had an orgasm before they grew quiet, only the slight movement of their breathing showing that they were still alive afterward.

My lovely naked wife and I wandered off to the living room and settled onto the blanket padded floor, caressing each other and licking up smears of honey along the way. We spent the next five hours having slow sex, giving each other countless orgasms, ranging from minor tremors to mind shattering avalanches. Occasionally noticing some little stain or scent from where our girls and pet had fucked here before us just served to make us more passionate in our love making. Eventually the growing aroma of cooked girl meat called us back to the kitchen.

Elora and Annie were gorgeous. When we pulled them out of the oven, they were still in the intimate pose we'd left them in, complete with blissful horny smiles on their faces. The only difference was that they were roasted to a deep golden brown, cooked to perfection.

We set them on the dinner table, waiting for them to cool enough to be edible. Once our final meal was in place on the table, I looked around the room and spotted our family photo on the wall. Sandy and I were kneeling in a pretty, verdant spot in our local park, with Annie and Elora in front of us in cute sundresses and finally our simple naked pet girl: the perfect family. The five of us looked so happy and content.

Moving aside some leftovers from lunch, I climbed up and lay down near our steaming hot daughters.

"Come on up here, babe," I purred. "Let's get one last family photo before we dig in."

My auburn haired wife smiled warmly and climbed up to pose on the other side. I carefully placed Puppy's severed head in the center, between our daughters, turning it to look up from between the swells of their stuffed bellies. With everyone in place, Sandy reached up and snapped a few selfies of us from above, with the two of us trying some different poses and expressions. We looked quite hot, if I do say so myself.

While we continued waiting for the meat to cool, I crawled over and positioned myself above Sandy, ready to sixty-nine with her next to our snuffed daughters in a similar loving embrace. When my tongue made its first loop around my wife's tender wet labia, she moaned and lifted her head to return the affection. We took our time, having no reason at all to rush our final moments. After the love of my life had trembled with another orgasm, I looked over at our daughters. I cautiously tapped Annie's rump to judge how much she had cooled.

"Mmm, baby, I think they're ready. Let's take them out of the pan and spread them out like they do at a nice restaurant."

We carefully scooped our little roast girls out and laid them on their backs with their legs spread open invitingly. They were still somewhat hot, but not enough to burn our hands, even from the honey glaze which stuck little bits of meat to our skin. We both moaned at the flavor when we sucked up the meat clinging to our fingers, the pleasurable taste doubled by the knowledge that it was the meat of our own daughters.

Sandy and I lay between our girls' open legs and we began to eat the roast fillet of the young girl we had birthed. Annie's little cunt was the best thing I've ever eaten, and based on the moaning coming from Sandy, Elora's was equally tasty. Biting into the meat of your own innocent snuffed little girl was much better than eating some nameless meatgirl from the store, or even that of a close friend or lover: there is just something special about the taste of a girl you made in your own womb. Sandy and I both slid a hand down to rub our own clit, pushing us to cum while feasting on our daughters.

After we finished off their fillets, and came hard in the process, Sandy and I traded places. I took a moment to admire our older daughter's perfect body, then I chose to bite off her puffy young nipples, which proved to have just a bit of juicy tit fat behind them. Even though Elora had not come from my body, she was still incredibly precious to me, so eating her meat filled me with a generous portion of both love and lust. We continued eating our daughters, occasionally trading places, until we had both had our fill.

"Want me to open you up so you can eat more?" asked Sandy with a smile. "There's certainly plenty left of both of them."

I shook my head. "No, there's no need. I'm perfectly full now, so stuffing ourselves like pigs wouldn't improve the moment any more." I kissed my wife softly. "I think it's time for our happy ending."

She nodded. After pulling out her phone to notify all our friends that we were all being snuffed, along with a couple of the sexier pictures from earlier, Sandy laid flat on her back and looked at me with a contented, expectant expression.

"Snuff me, honey," she said simply.

I picked up the double edged knife and got above her, lining up my left breast with hers, so that our hearts would be together. Keeping the knife to the side, I leaned in and gave her a practice kiss. I would only get one shot at this, so I took my time and made sure everything was perfect.

"I love you forever, my perfect, milf wife," I confessed honestly.

"I love you forever, my perfect, strong wife," she returned.

I set the tip of the knife into just the right spot on her left boob, then leaned in until the other tip punctured my own, smaller breast.

After a deep, slow breath to prepare myself, I lowered myself until our bodies touched. Then, my wife and I kissed for the rest of our lives.