Part 2

When we walked in the door at home, Puppy came charging up to meet us, running on all four of her rubber paw booties. After babbling wordlessly and running back and forth between us for a bit, she shoved her face under Elora's skirt and started licking and kissing the youngster's body.

"Aw, did somebody miss us?" asked Sandy, who was carrying the cooler full of ice cream.

Our daughter tried to push away the overly excited pet, but was having trouble with her hands occupied holding her large cake.

"Puppy!" called Sandy enticingly, seeing an opportunity to get back at me for making her cum repeatedly without her consent. "Come here and eat out Cassie. Eat out Mom, girl."

The pet girl recognized the familiar command and nosed her way under my dress. She went directly for my cunt, licking up the moisture soaking my thong and rubbing her nose on my clit. I spread my legs and stood still, allowing her to have her way with me. Toying with Sandy and seeing the cows at the dairy had me fairly turned on, and I hadn't had a chance to do anything about it, so it was actually nice to have Puppy's skilled tongue on me. We both soon got frustrated by the way my thong was getting in the way, but with a bottle of wine in one hand and a four pack of orange cream soda in the other, I was in no position to disrobe on my own. Puppy soon lost patience and bit the offending garment, chewing the crotch in half. With my ruined underwear out of the way, she dove back into me, tongue fucking my cunt with abandon.

Sandy had been carrying in the groceries all this time and soon everything had been put away, except the items I was holding. When she took those off my hands, I lifted my dress over my head and removed it, letting it and my purse fall to the floor. I carefully lowered myself into a sitting position, then laid on my back, allowing Puppy to shift with me, never interrupting what she was doing to me. Eventually I came on her face, and she sucked up all of her liquid treat from my snatch.

The girls had long since gone off to play with the new barbies, and when she was done with me, Puppy scampered off to find them. I continued to lie on the hardwood floor until it became uncomfortable. When I had roused myself, I fetched a small, sharp knife from the kitchen and located my family.

Elora and Annie were well into having a play roasting party with all their dolls: both of the new ones apparently being on the menu for the rest. Puppy, who couldn't really play dolls any more, was lying on her back enjoying a belly rub from Sandy, both of them watching the young girls and their innocent snuff play.

When Sandy looked over at me in the doorway, I used the knife to cut the waistband on the tattered lace belt which had recently been my thong. After my last remaining garment fluttered to the floor, I bent down and cut the shoulder straps on Sandy's dress.

"Cassie!" she exclaimed softly. "That was expensive."

I shrugged. "And we no longer have any use for it. I think we should all go naked for the rest of our lives."

My wife hummed seductively and ran her eyes up and down my exposed body, licking her lips. She got up and let the fancy dress slide off her body. I carefully inserted the knife under her thong and cut it until it followed the dress. I sat gently on top of Puppy and showed her the knife so she would know not to move, then sliced her collar in two. Sandy and I shared a kiss before I approached our daughters. After telling them to hold still, I cut their clothes up as well, leaving the whole family as bare as a group of spit muffins.

"No more clothes, girls," I declared. "We're all going to have heaps and heaps of sexy fun before we snuff ourselves tomorrow and clothes will just get in the way."

Sandy and I kissed each of them, including Puppy, then left them to play with their dolls. By my reckoning, my wife and I had some unfinished business in our bed.

Five rapid orgasms later, my responsible housewife called for a break to start preparing supper. While Sandy started pumping her milk for Annie's meatgirl helper, I called in Elora's pizza while gently fingering my wife. The guy taking my order could almost certainly hear Sandy moaning over the phone, but that just made the whole experience more fun. Once Sandy had collected the required two cups of milk, we went to get the girl meat.

"Ok, girls," Sandy said, "it's time for us to collect some meat from Puppy. Who wants to help?"

Both girls excitedly volunteered, then coaxed the pet girl into the kitchen. I picked up Puppy, then Annie, and placed them on the counter, while Elora climbed up on her own.

Sandy showed Puppy the carving knife and smiled lovingly at her. "Ok, Puppy, we're going to cut off some of your meat now. Be a good meatgirl and don't move."

Puppy smiled and licked Sandy's hand submissively, showing that she understood and accepted that she was going to be butchered. Annie and Elora pulled off Puppy's rubber paws from all four leg stumps and then we had Annie sit on Puppy's belly and Elora sit on her face, pinning her down with their weight. I got a firm hold on one front leg and Sandy cut it off at the shoulder. Puppy whined at the pain, but continued to probe her tongue into Elora's pussy, determined to show her submissiveness.

"Mmm, what a good meatgirl you are," moaned Elora softly. "You're doing such a good job, Puppy."

The pet tensed up when Sandy cauterized the shoulder with a blowtorch, and Elora let out a little yelp of surprise when the flame briefly brushed her leg.

"There we go," said Sandy cheerfully. "That should be enough meat for now."

I smiled proudly at them and noted how wet the pet girl's cunt had gotten. "You girls take Puppy to the living room and help her cum now. She did very well and I'm sure she would really like to have her favorite girls make love to her until supper is ready."

I helped the girls get down from the counter and watched them lead the wobbly three legged pet girl to the carpeted living room to have underaged sex on the fluffy blanket we kept there for that purpose.

Sandy efficiently separated the meat into two sections: about a pound for the meatgirl helper and the rest for sashimi. She fed the first portion through our small meat grinder, converting it into ground girl meat. While she was browning the ground meat in a pan, I made myself useful by putting my frozen lasagna in the oven and starting the rice maker. After slicing a lemon up to go with the sushi and setting out the soy sauce, I reached the limit of my cooking skills, so I just tried to stay out of my wife's way as she prepared the rest of the food. After watching her ass and tits bounce and sway for a while as she moved around the kitchen naked, I couldn't resist the allure of my sexy wife, so I began snuggling up to her and groping her while she carved a slab of girl meat into thin, even slices.

"Mmm, honey," purred Sandy, "you are insatiable today. But, I really need to keep steady while I cut this sashimi, otherwise my fingers will join Puppy's meat on the cutting board." She kissed me dismissively and said, "I'll see to it you get to play with my body to your heart's content tonight, my love, but for now go play with the girls."

I reluctantly left my wife to have a few minutes undisturbed and joined the young sapphic tangle on the living room floor. When I walked in, Annie had one of her little fists deep inside the pet, who was moaning into Elora's tight pussy. The nine year old was panting and was passionately grinding against Puppy's face, so I decided to join in helping the young girl cum. After settling into a comfortable sitting position, I took both of Elora's puffy nipples and pinched and rolled them between my fingers. To add even more stimulation to my daughter, I also kissed her, probing her cute mouth, counting each of her adult and baby teeth with the tip of my tongue. After a while of moaning and squirming, she finally had an adorable orgasm. I didn't spend as much time between my daughter's legs as our family pet did, so I was surprised to find just how strong of a cum she could have.

Once my older daughter relaxed, I moved to find a position which would let me eat out my younger daughter. Elora stayed on top of Puppy's face, apparently going for back-to-back orgasms, which was super cute, but I didn't want my baby girl to feel neglected, either. She would probably take a bit longer to cum, but she always enjoyed having her slit rubbed and kissed, plus the little imp always wanted to do whatever "grown up" thing her big sister was doing.

The four of us continued having sex until we were interrupted by the doorbell. Elora promptly jumped up and ran to the door. I took a little longer to get untangled from Puppy and Annie who were sucking my nipples while I fingered them, so when I got to the door Elora was already holding her pizza and chatting up the delivery girl.

"..and tomorrow we're having a snuff party," she was explaining. "We're going to have cake and eat the rest of Puppy, and then Mom and Mommy are going to eat me and my little sister, too."

"Mmm, I can tell you're going to be delicious." The delivery girl licked her lips and winked. "You aren't even cooked yet, and you already smell scrumptious."

Elora blushed. "That's probably just Puppy's cum."

I chuckled and handed the young woman a wad of cash without bothering to count it.

"Would you care to come in and taste test our girls?" I invited, sucking my wet fingers suggestively.

She watched my lips with undisguised lust for a second before shaking her head. "I'd love to, but my boss says that if I'm not back in fifteen minutes he'll snuff me and put me on a pizza. He means it too, so I better not." She smiled brightly, finding a hundred dollar bill in the wad of ones and fives. "Thanks for the big tip though!"

Elora deposited her pizza on the dining table while I checked on the progress of the rest of our meals. My lasagna was cooling on a metal rack and Sandy was just scooping the meatgirl helper into a serving dish. The display on the rice cooker indicated that it was done, so I took a big wooden spoon and fluffed the perfectly cooked rice.

"Thanks, dear," Sandy said, "that's the last of it." She poked her head around the corner and called, "Girls! Dinner's ready! Come get your drinks."

I heard a yelp and some giggling come from their direction as I set the table with our fancy wedding china.

When Annie walked up to the fridge to pick out her soda, she said with more giggles, "Puppy forgot she was missing a leg and fell on her face when she tried to walk."

The pet girl followed more slowly than usual, her unpadded paws slipping slightly on the smooth kitchen floor, but she had a big dopey smile on her face. When we all sat down at the table, Puppy nosed her way between Sandy and my legs, licking us appreciatively before begging for scraps. Despite missing a leg, she seemed to be quite happy, pushing her nose into all our cunts while she munched on whatever people-food we fed her, particularly the bite of her own sashimi from Sandy.

Annie and Elora were both plenty excited, too. Sandy had piled Annie's plate with more of the cheesy noodle meatgirl helper than an adult could eat, while I had scooped out enough of the lasagna to cover my plate. Elora greedily put about half of the large pizza on her own plate before taking her first bite.

"You girls eat all you want," I announced, "and if you want any of one of the other dishes, there's more than enough of everything for whoever wants it."

We mostly stuck to our chosen dishes, but I did kiss Sandy a few times and steal some of her sashimi from her mouth.

"Wanna kiss me, 'oo?" asked Elora around a mouthful of jalapenos.

I laughed, Annie made a face at her sister, but Sandy leaned over and accepted the spicy kiss. In the process, she dipped her tits in my lasagna, which got laughs from everyone but Puppy, who couldn't see it from under the table. After she swallowed the peppers, Sandy invited Puppy up to lick her tits, which the pet girl was more than happy to do.

After we had had all we could eat, I helped Sandy put away the leftovers, then we called the girls to join us in our bed. Annie, who had always been a messy eater, had spilled some of her food on herself, but rather than send her to take a bath, Puppy and I licked her naked body clean, making her giggle the whole time. Sandy and Elora just watched, gently making out while Annie got her tongue bath. When I thought she was as clean as my mouth could get her, I began french kissing my baby girl while I rubbed her flat nipples and thin pussy slit.

After Annie had gotten all the sexual stimulation she could want, she and I turned our attention on Puppy. I pushed my tongue into her cunt and rubbed her clitoris with my finger while Annie predictably kissed and massaged the teen pet's breasts. Sandy and Elora joined us in giving our brave little meatgirl some love, too. Elora took charge of one of her tits, 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 ever-horny Puppy to cum.

While Puppy was recovering, Sandy and I had Annie fist both of us together. Her little fists made for excellent live dildos, stretching our pussies out, with her knuckles acting as ribbing, grinding all our most sensitive internal areas. Both of us could take something bigger than a six year old's fist, but the fact that it was our little girl thrusting into us added a special layer to the stimulation for us. Sandy came before I did, but determined little Annie didn't let up on either of us until I came too, a couple minutes later. Annie didn't complain about it, but I knew we had crushed her hands pretty hard when we came, so her mommy and I kissed (and licked) her little fingers lovingly to make them better afterwards.

We carried on making incestuous love like this until far past the girls' bedtime. Finally exhausted, we all fell asleep in a big naked pile, smelling strongly of female sex.

When the morning sunlight shone through the window, bathing the bedroom in golden rays, we barely even stirred. Except for a trip to the bathroom, none of us moved from the bed until well into the morning when Sandy decided to rouse us.

"Come on sleepyheads. We need to get Puppy in the oven so she'll have time to cook before the party."

Annie was sleepily sucking Sandy's teats and whimpered softly when they moved away as her mommy got out of bed.

Elora also grumbled, "I wanna sleep some more."

"Well," I told her, "if you do, you'll miss when we snuff Puppy. Come on, get up girls. You can sleep when we put you in the oven this afternoon."

Annie giggled tiredly and plodded after Sandy and Puppy down the hall. Sandy already had Puppy up on the counter and was kissing her, and making encouraging sounds by the time I carried a slightly pouting Elora into the kitchen and plopped her on the counter next to the meatgirl.

"Why don't you girls give Puppy her last fuck together?" I suggested. "I know she loves both of you more than anything in the world."

While I got the girls arranged for a quickie threesome, Sandy got out the stuffing mix and began melting a generous amount of butter to go with it. Given how much Puppy loved eating out Elora, I had our older daughter sit on the pet's face while the younger fingered and ate out the pet. I also did my part, pinching Elora and Puppy's nipples playfully. Elora was in much better mood by the time Puppy moaned her final orgasm into her cunt. Elora moved aside and kissed Puppy while the teen was still cumming.

"Aww," I said. "I wish I had my phone handy to get a picture of that. You girls did great."

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 in front of Puppy 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.

I put my hand on Puppy's breasts and toyed with her nipples while pressing down to keep her from moving and Elora stroked the pet's hair. After rubbing the handle on Puppy's clit a few times, Sandy turned the knife and pushed it into her cunt, then used the blade to extend her slit all the way up to her ribs. 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 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, looking drowsy, so I picked her up and carried her to my bed. Annie was already snoozing there, with a dribble of milk on her rosy cheek, so Elora snuggled up with her naked little sister and joined her in dreamland.

Hand in hand, Sandy and I retreated silently to the kitchen.

"No harm in letting the girls get some rest before the party," Sandy said. "You and I have got some things to do to get ready, though."

She held up her hand to show one of the little toy spits, then fished the wet stone we keep for sharpening knives out of a drawer.

"With a little sharpening, I think this will come in handy in the party," she smiled deviously. "Incidentally 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 carried a pair of knives out to the garage. Some time later Sandy came out to check on my progress. I removed my crude creation from the vise mounted on the workbench and carefully held it up 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 turning a golden brown. 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, occasionally 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 were bouncing up and down, talking a mile a minute about their mouthwatering roast pet girl.

Sandy got her phone and snapped a picture of the roast and sent it in a message on the universal snuff notification app.

"Her original mother might like to know how her little girl turned out," she told me.

Sandy warned the girls not to touch the meat yet. "She'll have to cool down for quite a while before can serve her."

"Aww, Mommy," whined Elora, "but she smells so good."

"And I'm super hungry," complained Annie.

I grinned conspiratorially at them. "In that case, who wants to start eating their cake and ice cream?"

"Me, me, me," the little meatgirls exclaimed.

"Just promise you'll eat some dessert after the main meat course, too," warned Sandy playfully.

We all giggled while I pulled out all the cake and ice cream and spread them out on the dinner table. I set each pair of desserts in front of each seat along with a spoon and fork, not bothering with any plates this time. Annie's eyes were big as saucers when she climbed into her chair and saw the entire chocolate cake and carton of ice cream right before her. Sandy set out the bottle of wine, a couple carving knives, the sharpened toy spit, and sugary sodas for the girls.

"Alright girls, dig in," I declared. "And don't worry about making a mess, you'll just be glazing your meat for us ahead of time."

Sandy stuck her tongue out at me and Annie giggled. Elora jammed her fork into her cake and took out a huge chunk and began devouring it, while Annie scooped out some of her ice cream and stirred it into the middle of her cake before spooning out a mixed bite of chocolate mush. I chose to take a modest sized forkful of my frozen ice cream cake, cautious about the risk of brain freeze.

"Well," huffed Sandy, "apparently someone needs to show you girls how to eat a cake like a proper lady."

She promptly face-planted into her shortcake and took a big bite. When she lifted her head, her face was covered in white frosting and she had a rosy red strawberry between her lips. We all burst out laughing, except for Elora who swallowed wrong and had a coughing fit instead. After consuming the strawberry and licking up some of the frosting near her mouth, Sandy ducked down and took another bite, this time from the edge of her cake. Annie tried to follow her mommy's example but mostly just succeeded in getting a lot of chocolate cake everywhere.

After the girls had made a noticeable dent in their cake and ice cream, Sandy and I carried Puppy over and deposited her in the center of the table. 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 on our late pet, barely speaking while we devoured her succulent meat. I pulled the cork on the wine and Sandy and I drank some of it straight from the bottle. 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 Puppy's remaining front leg 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 some more cake without running out of room?"

"How can we do that?" objected our nine year old skeptic. "Our 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 into Sandy's lap. Sandy picked up the barbie 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 chocolaty 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 toy spit. 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, stuffing, and cake, 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 more 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 cake and 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, which was still cluttered with partially eaten cake and long melted ice cream, 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 of the uneaten sweets 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 the Wilson family 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.