Chapter 4: A Fresh Start

After everyone else had left, I gathered my three surviving daughters and the meatgirl in the living room.

"Well," I addressed them, "I'd say that went very well. You girls mostly behaved yourselves today, so I'm proud of you. Now, the two entitled meatsluts I snuffed today were clearly the worst offenders, but I'm still inclined to give out free rides on my new spitting machine to any of you who deserve it. And I will certainly be roasting more girl meat very soon."

I paused to feel the quality of the farm-raised meat for a moment, and let my girls take in what I'd just told them.

"That said," I continued, "if you all continue to behave, this simple meatgirl will be the next roaster. She obviously isn't much use except as a sex toy or as meat, and I believe I should have several other willing sex toys."

I looked meaningfully at each of my daughters to see that they understood their new role in my life. Iris had a resigned expression and nodded slowly. Mae looked a little spaced out, but she was rubbing her clit, so I guess she wasn't too upset. Julie actually looked a little excited. The meatgirl moaned, but that was probably just because I was roughly massaging her groin to judge the tenderness of her fillet. Looking over my daughters, my eye was drawn to Iris's curvy bosom.

"I think tonight I'll take Iris and the meatgirl in my bed. Mae and Julie, you two can share Julie's twin bed tonight. I expect to see lots of intimate, sensual expressions of love between you girls from now on. If I'm not convinced that you love your family in every possible way, I'll be inclined to think you'll be better off serving me on the dinner table. Is that clear?"

I got a "Yes, Daddy" from each of them. They waited attentively for me to dismiss them.

"All right, girls, carry on."

It looked like they were going to just scatter, so I cleared my throat and waved them towards each other. It took them a second to get my meaning, then they came together and kissed each other tentatively. I smiled and gently pushed the meatgirl in their direction before heading to the hallway. After unlocking the master bedroom and Julie's small bedroom, I returned to find that they had paired off to make out one on one: Iris with the meatgirl, Mae with Julie.

"You two can head to bed whenever you like," I told my younger girls.

I kissed both of them goodnight, then waved for Iris to follow me.

"Come along, Iris. And bring our meat slut."

The three of us showered together in the master bathroom before climbing into bed. I'd had Iris scrub myself and the meatgirl with her massive soap covered breasts, so despite all the sexual activity in the party, I was amped up and ready for more.

I positioned Iris on her back, with the meatgirl to the side. After the meat and I caressed and kissed my busty daughter for a minute, I reached between her legs and confirmed that she was slick with arousal. I was reasonably hard by then, so without further delay, I slid my cock into my daughter's pussy for the first time. The meatgirl seemed fascinated by this, peering closely at the point of our union, even getting in the way a little.

Iris gasped as I slowly pistoned in and out, getting deeper with each stroke. Her cunt was tight and resisted the masculine intruder, squeezing my cock in vise-like grip and only allowing me to press a little farther with each jab.

"Oh, fuck, baby. You are so tight," I grunted.

She moaned a little more with each thrust, and began instinctively pushing back into me to drive me deeper.

"Oh, Daddy! You're filling me up so deep," she moaned as I finally bottomed out against her cervix. "I've never felt so full!"

She continued making adorable, sexy sounds while I fucked her. The meatgirl was quite excited now; she was fingering herself vigorously with one hand and was sucking on Iris's teat hungrily. I joined in the breast play too, roughly manhandling her other meaty globe. Our combined assault eventually sent Iris into a quivering orgasm. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as her fiery hot pussy spasmed on my cock. I wasn't very close to cumming yet, so I continued to pound her while she rode out her orgasm.

"Oh, Daddy, you're too much," she panted. "I can't take it. Stop. Let me rest."

"I'll stop when I'm done," I growled. "You're just my fuck toy; all that matters is what I want here."

"Oh! Oh! Daddy, please," she moaned. "Stop. Don't. Stop. Please."

I'm not sure if even she knew if she was really asking me to stop or not, but it didn't matter. Even her protests were sexy, driving me to fuck my buxom daughter harder. I was becoming mesmerized by the way her whole body bounced and rippled every time I slammed into her. I hadn't fucked a girl this fully figured in many years, so I'd forgotten how fun it was to watch her meat reacting to the force of my impacts.

"I'm getting there, baby," I told her. "That's it. Just keep squeezing my cock and I'll cum in you soon."

She cried out louder, "No, Daddy! You can't do that! I'm fertile right now, you could get me pregnant! Oh, fuck, Daddy!"

That only spurred me on more.

Fuck, how much bigger will her tits get if I knock her up? flashed through my mind.

Imagining my already sexy daughter's belly and breasts swelling up from carrying my baby drove me to double my pace, plowing as deep as I could. Soon, I was blasting my seed against the entrance to her womb, even while her objections became less and less sensible.

"No, Daddy, don't fill me with your dangerous baby sperm. You're going to make me fat and round, like a blimp full of little cunt meat. Oh, no, I feel it! You're inflating me with cum! I'm making your babies in me!"

As I unleashed the last of my sperm, I couldn't help but laugh at her nonsense statements. I tried to keep my cock in her to hold in the sperm and maximize how much of it got into her womb, but between her twitching kegel muscles and my exhausted, deflating member, it soon slipped out of her. We both panted for a while before moving.

"Master fuck me now?" queried the wide eyed meatgirl lying spread open next to us.

I laughed again. "Master sleep now. I'm too tired to fuck anymore tonight."

I rubbed the meatgirl's nipple playfully, then rolled away and pushed Iris towards the horny meatgirl.

I said, "You two fuck some more, though."

"Aw, Dad, can't I take a break?" moaned my daughter, but I was already halfway into dreamland.

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I woke up the next morning to whispering and some soft, warm touches. Iris and the meatgirl were on either side of me, looking closely at my morning wood, discussing the proper technique for a blowjob. It was rather amusing hearing Iris recite what she had been taught in sex ed, then try to translate it into something simple enough for the farm meat to understand.

It's odd that they taught the meat how to please a woman, but not a man, I mused, pretending to still be asleep.

After answering a few more confused questions from the simple-minded meat, Iris decided that they were ready to move on to the practical part of the lesson. The two of them began slowly licking my rigid shaft from either side, occasionally playing with each other's tongue when they met. Iris was the first to engulf the head of my cock with her mouth. After bobbing gently a few times, I felt her pull off to let the meatgirl try it. They went back and forth a few times like this, each trying to bring me pleasure without being rough enough to wake me.

Perhaps I've been spoiled by Celeste's talented mouth, but they really didn't seem to be very good at this. The third time the meatgirl allowed her teeth to scrape my sensitive skin, I 'woke up' and had them stop.

"How about you try fucking?" I told the meatgirl. "Sit on me with my cock in your pussy."

"Yes, master!"

She quickly moved into position holding herself above me just long enough for Iris to put the tip of my cock in her entrance. As soon as it was part way in, she tried to drop in all at once. We both cried out in discomfort at her accidentally rough treatment of our tender sexual parts. I immediately made her stop and rolled us over so I could control the pace.

"Sorry, master," she whimpered. "Why'd it not go in? Master go in pussy fast before?"

Her blunders had just convinced me that she wasn't going to be of any use to me at all, except as meat, so I didn't bother trying to explain the finer points of sex. I fucked her roughly, not caring how the meat felt about it, just rushing to a quick finish. To aid in my pleasure, I took my daughter's magnificent tits in my hands and mauled and sucked them however I desired. From the sounds they were making, both girls were starting to really enjoy the rough treatment when I pushed deep into the meat's cunt and came.

When I had recovered enough, I got out of bed and got ready for the day. I didn't give them any orders, so Iris and the meatgirl were still playing together in the bed when I left my room. Julie was already up, looking through the kitchen cabinets. She leaned into me when I hugged her naked body from behind and kissed her neck.

"Mmm, morning, Daddy," she murmured. "Can I make you some breakfast? I think I know how to make fried eggs and toast."

I spotted the coffee machine gurgling quietly. I kissed her on the chin.

"Add in a request for permission to drink my cum, and I would count that as a perfect morning greeting from my little girl," I said cupping her two handfuls of tit flesh. "However, I'm in a hurry to get going this morning, so I'll just take some coffee and go."

She breathed out, "I love you, Daddy," barely audibly, then spoke playfully. "Are you sure you don't want a morning blowjob or anything? I'd really love to let you fuck me, too."

"No, baby. But go ahead and try to make those fried eggs for your sisters. If you only think you know how, you probably need the practice."

"Yes, Daddy."

Once I'd filled a thermos with some hot java, I headed towards the door, pausing on the way as I thought of something else.

"When they're all up, let everyone know that I'm going to put some meat on the spit as soon as I get back with my secretary and her sister."

Julie swallowed hard and nodded nervously. "Yes, Daddy."

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When I knocked on their apartment door, I was pleased to be promptly greeted by a seemingly well known naked blonde. A few details confused me for a second, like her perfectly even tan and unfamiliar hair style, before I realized my mistake.

"Welcome! Come on in," said Celeste's twin. "They're almost ready."

"Hello, Astra," I smiled. "Nice to see you again."

"Can I get you anything," she asked warmly. "Maybe a handjob, or a blowjob, or a titjob. Seriously, I'd love anything that lets me taste another load of your cum. My lovesick sister owes me one from last night."

My brow wrinkled in confusion. "What do you mean 'another load?' I don't think you've given me a blowjob before, so how would you have gotten a previous load?"

Celeste's voice echoed from the hallway nearby. "Aw, boss, who do you think was getting to eat all that cum off my boobs after work? I wasn't just jerking you off onto me for your benefit, you know; that cum was a treat for my beloved sister, to make up for staying away from her to be with you."

"And you didn't bring me anything at all last night," huffed Astra. "I was hoping for some nice cum and a bit of leftover wife meat."

The naked blonde bowed to me submissively, "That is, if you didn't mind, sir. So, can I have some cum?"

I laughed, "Oh, all right, go ahead."

"Thank you, sir," she purred, getting to her knees.

My initial impression was that she wasn't quite as good as Celeste, but she definitely knew what she was doing. I was reflexively humping her face slightly when Charon walked in.

She greeted me cheerfully. "Hello, sir. Is Mae with you?"

"No," I laughed at her frankness. "She's at home. You're welcome to come home with me to see her. Celeste should have told you, but she and Astra are coming over to help out around the house, then hopefully spend the night. I'd be happy to have you along, but you can't spend the whole time making out with my daughter. She's already been allowed to grow up spoiled; if she doesn't learn that the world doesn't revolve around her soon, I'm going to have to snuff her, to keep my parenting blunders from making the world a worse place to live."

Charon nodded slowly. "Yes, sir. I'll keep that in mind. Although, getting snuffed and eaten has never sounded that bad to me. Also, I wouldn't mind getting to eat that tasty little cunt of hers for real."

Celeste joined us and gently set a hand on her sister's head when she kissed me. Astra immediately deep throated me, burying her nose in my pubes. She proved to be very good at this, swallowing repeatedly to milk my cock with her throat, not even gagging a little bit, like Celeste usually did when I tickled her tonsils.

"Good morning, Henry," Celeste murmured seductively between kisses. "Give my slutty sister what she wants. Fill her stomach with your delicious cum, babe. Do it. I know you're getting close."

The twin stimulation from both of their mouths, each in their own way, pushed me over the edge and I began to spurt straight into Astra's stomach. After swallowing the first few shots, Astra pulled back and captured the rest in her mouth, breathing heavily through her nose. Celeste helped her twin to her feet and kissed her showily, swapping the last of my cum back and forth between them.

"I love it when they do that," muttered Charon.

"Mmm, it's even better fresh," moaned the naked twin. "Thanks, sir."

"Shall we go then?" asked Celeste, picking up a small overnight bag.

After glancing back and forth between the two clothed women and the one naked one, I raised an eyebrow at Astra. "You aren't getting dressed?"

"Oh, no, not unless you insist, sir," she said. "I never wear clothes if I can avoid it. Far too stifling for my tastes. I've been au naturale every day since high school."

That explained the complete lack of tan lines.

I chuckled, "Alright, then, let's go."

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At home, I walked into a disappointingly familiar scene: Iris was sitting on the couch, crying, while an angry Mae stood next to her. Julie and the meatgirl were anxiously standing nearby, watching, but not doing anything.

"Why do you get to have everything?" Mae said bitterly, pinching her sister's nipple harshly. "Why can't I have anything for myself? It's always you and your stupid boobs."

"I've never taken anything of yours," sobbed Iris. "I hate my boobs, too, you know. They're awful."

"Guuuys," whined Julie warningly, seeing me walk in.

Charon looked like she was going to rush in to Mae's aid, but I held her back with a wave of my hand.

"What's this about?" I boomed sternly.

Mae and Iris jumped and moved apart.

"I… Daddy, it's not what it looks like," panicked Mae. "I… we didn't throw things or hit each other or anything, we were just talking. I was a little upset because she's getting what I wanted."

"She hates me and I don't know why," wailed Iris. "You should just snuff both of us and be rid of us. Don't spit Mae alone just for being so yummy, Daddy."

"Uh…what?" I was getting more lost the more they spoke.

"Do you mind if I try?" asked Astra quietly. "I think I see what's going on."

I motioned her forward.

"Hello, you must be Mae and Iris." She went on in a commanding tone, "Now, I don't care who started this, but it ends now. You two are going to sit down, straighten up and listen closely, got it?"

Iris sniffed and sat up and Mae plopped onto the couch next to her, with her mouth slightly agape. The naked woman folded her arms and looked at them for a moment.

"Mae, tell me, do you love your sister?"

"Yes," muttered Mae.

"Speak clearly," commanded Astra. "So, why are you jealous of her?"

Mae looked puzzled. "Because she has everything and I have nothing."

"You are both naked, with no possessions, and are quite possibly about to get snuffed," the woman stated. "What could your sister have that could be making you jealous?"

"Her incredible boobs," the girl said, as if it should've been obvious. "And her ass is crazy sexy, too. She doesn't even have to try to seduce anyone, they just can't resist her perfect body. Like last night, when Dad chose to fuck her and not me."

"What?" said Iris. "That's not true at all. You're the sexy one."

"And what do you find sexy about Mae?" Astra prompted Iris.

"Well, she's all skinny and cute," explained Iris. "And her cum tastes amazing. That's the kind of body that guys really want, not bloated blobs of fat like me. I have to try so hard not to gain too much weight, but she can just eat anything she wants and always have a perfect, tiny waist."

"You like my cum?" asked Mae, in surprise.

"Yeah," Iris said, with a sniff. "We don't fuck very often, but I've always loved how you taste."

Mae blushed. "Oh."

"Well," said Astra. "It sounds to me like you two fight because you think the other has the more attractive body. Now that that's out in the open, why don't you two kiss, make up, and tell each other how you feel? From what I hear, you girls are supposed to be expressing your love for each other, not avoiding each other out of jealousy."

The girls looked at each other in surprise, then kissed tenderly.

"I love you, Iris."

"I love you, too, Mae."

"Do…do you want to taste me right now?" Mae asked. "Maybe we could eat each other out before Dad snuffs us."

In answer, Iris pushed her sister down on the couch and climbed on top in a sixty-nine position.

"That's much better," said Astra quietly, as they dove into each other's cunts.

Charon slid a hand into her shorts and started rubbing herself, watching the sisters acting out their sapphic lust. Celeste patted her friend's shoulder.

"Let them work this out without any distractions," she said softly. "Come on, I think we were invited to help clean up."

Celeste, Astra, and Charon went out back to see what needed to be done out there.

Before they left, I whispered to Celeste, "Get the firepit going. We're going to have girl meat again today."

She glanced over at the lesbian incest on the couch, then at Julie and the meatgirl, who had a hand on each other's cunt, then just smiled and nodded. I waved over Julie to me.

"Have the meatgirl make another batch of stuffing," I told her quietly. "Let her do all the work this time, though."

She nodded and looked at me with wide eyes, holding up two fingers questioningly. I shook my head and held up one finger. Julie grinned and took the meatgirl by the hand, leading her to the kitchen.

I took a seat and watched my daughters finally getting along the way they always should have.

Astra is really quite a woman, I thought. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that Celeste's twin is also highly capable.

Mae and Iris seemed to be eating each other out with an almost desperate passion, so it wasn't long before they each moaned and bucked with their orgasms. They shifted to make out for a while before noticing that I was the only other one still in the room. They looked at me questioningly while they cuddled their naked bodies together.

"There's no hurry," I said. "You girls can try to go for another round before we're needed outside."

They looked into each other's eyes before diving into another frenzied make out session. They were just beginning to go down on each other again when Astra and Charon came in carrying armloads of blankets. I pointed them in the direction of the laundry room and then went out to see how Celeste was coming along with the fire.

She had a couple flames licking over the first logs and was waiting for it to get bigger before adding any more. I stepped up close behind her and wrapped my arms around her, sliding both hands up under her t-shirt.

"The girls are still going at it," I told her. "Ever since Astra's little talk, they've been like completely different girls. How did she do that?"

Celeste made a happy little sound and wiggled when I pinched her nipple.

"Ah, well," she said softly, "she is the oldest and we had a lot of little sisters. She and I had to settle disputes between our sisters lots of times. The trick is to make them horny for each other and then get out of the way. Astra has a real talent for it, though, doesn't she?"

I thought for a moment while I played absently with her tits.

"I guess I've never asked about your family," I said. "You have a big family, then? How many of you are there?"

"I don't actually know," she sighed. "I'm not home very often these days, so with all the births and snuffs all the time, I've lost track. I believe Dad still has four wives, but not all the same ones as he did last time I was home a year or two ago. I guess if you counted all the girls that ended up as a Christmas roast or a father's day snuffette and such, Dad has had about fifty daughters, plus three sons."

I whistled, "That is a big family. And you all lived together?"

"No. Except for special occasions, I don't think we ever had even half that many under one roof at a time."

"Hmm, I see," I said. "My dad had me really late in life, and he snuffed most of the girls still at home in his final years, so I really only remember one mom and a few sisters. Even living with two dozen family members is a lot more than I can relate to."

We chatted about her family and childhood until Astra came back outside and said that the stuffing was ready. I told her to have everyone come outside.

I kicked myself mentally when Julie placed a bucket under the gut shoot on the Spartan Spitter.

Well, at least someone remembered, even if I forgot.

When they were all lined up around the Spartan, I was amused to see that Charon had undressed and was holding Mae's right hand, while Iris clutched her left. I pointed to the farm meatgirl.

"Okay, meat, your turn on the spit," I announced.

Several melancholy faces brightened at those words, including the meatgirl's.

"You're not going to snuff me, Dad?" exclaimed Mae.

I shook my head. "You've earned a spit in you, sure, but I've decided not to snuff you two right now. Don't make me regret it, girls."

"Thank you, Dad!" / "Thanks, Dad!" cried Iris and Mae.

They began whispering excitedly.

"Master spit me now?" asked the meatgirl, bouncing eagerly on her heels.

"Yes. Get on."

Julie kissed the meatgirl's cheek, then helped hold her steady as the happy spit muffin climbed onto the machine built to kill her. She pressed each of her limbs into the clamps until they clicked shut, then locked her neck into place, too.

"Okay, master, spit me!" she said cheerfully.

"Why did you choose her?" inquired Celeste, while Julie was inserting the spit.

I smiled ruefully. "She was terrible in bed. It looks like she was good with a female body, but she has absolutely no idea how to please a man. She doesn't have any other skills to speak of, so I figured I should just go ahead and snuff her."

"Well, all right then," said Celeste with a grin. "I'll keep that in mind tonight. I have every intention of living long enough to snag me a husband before I become anyone's dinner."

"You know," I replied, "I'm beginning to think you'll succeed at that."

She leaned against me playfully and I kissed her.

After the kiss, Astra cleared her throat. "You love birds going to snuff the spit muffin or just fool around until she dies of horniness?"

Julie had the spit in place, pressing gently into the meat's dripping wet cunt. The meat slut had even started humping the sharp tip, trying to drive it deeper. I gave a little laugh and pushed the lethal 'start' button.

The meatgirl immediately moaned, feeling the steel rod vibrate as it drove into her tender body. She clamped her mouth tightly several times, but never once screamed or made any sound of distress. Before the end had even stopped extending out of her mouth, she resumed humping the metal invader. She paused while the machine gutted her and then sewed her up again, but resumed when the stuffing began inflating her belly.

Julie had kept her hand on the stuffing tube after inserting it, but when she saw the meat trying to fuck the spit, she moved her hand lower and started rubbing the girl's clit. When the Spartan released her, the meatgirl moved her hands down her body, feeling how it had been changed by getting gutted and stuffed. I allowed Julie to help the meat to cum before inserting the stabilizer, pinning the roast's arms and legs in place, and carrying her to the fire.

I put Julie in charge of the roast, then brought the rest inside to get to work. I had Iris, Mae, and Charon start moving the clothes out of the girls' rooms and pile them in the living room, then they could each pick out one drawer's worth to keep, in case an occasion requiring clothes came up. I took the twins to my room to sort through all of Esther's things and told them to pick out just a few outfits and some jewelry, and pack the rest into boxes to sell.

"If you see something you really want, let me know," I said. "I'll let you have some things as thanks for your help." I looked up and down at Astra's nudity, then gave her a smile. "That includes jewelry. And makeup."

"Thank you," she nodded courteously. "That's very generous of you, sir."

Celeste and Astra finished with Esther's things before the girls had decided which clothes to keep, so I sent my secretary out to help Julie with the roast. Looking over the surprisingly large pile of girl's clothes filling the living room, I had a thought.

Astra followed me into Blair's room, which turned out to still be filled with my late daughter's belongings.

"We should just get rid of all of this, too," I nodded to myself. "Let's just keep the furniture and bedclothes."

I immediately put Iris, Mae, and Charon to work packing up Blair's things.

When I checked Iris and Mae's room, I was struck by how much junk they had. The whole room was littered with toys, games, shoes, makeup, and various other girly items. I picked up a handheld game console and a hair brush, which were in Mae's bed for some reason, and frowned at the chaos.

I always assumed that the perpetual mess in here was just clothes, I thought to myself, but even without the clothes, I can barely get around without stepping on something.

Coming to a decision, I looked up at Astra, who was watching from the doorway. "The girls need to understand that they aren't going to be spoiled any longer. We should take away most of this junk, so they will be reminded just how close to being snuffed they are."

Astra nodded slowly. "Girls need a few critical items to keep themselves presentable, sir. But, I agree, this is mostly just junk they don't need."

"Do you mind supervising them on this? I don't really know what's essential for a girl."

"Certainly, sir. I understand exactly and I'll take care of it."

I stepped close to her and handed her the items I was holding. "Pack a small box for each girl with things I can use as rewards for good behavior," I said quietly.

Back in the living room, when Iris and Mae saw Astra put the game and hair brush into a box, they groaned. They, and Charon, paused carrying armloads of Blair's junk to see what was going on.

"You girls are far too spoiled," I announced. "So, we are getting rid of most of your stuff and cutting you back to just the things you really need. Miss Astra will get to decide what you can keep, so listen to her as if I was the one giving the order."

"Daddy, please," pouted Mae, with her best puppy-dog eyes, "what are we going to do all day without our phones or games…" She trailed off when she saw my frown.

"If you get bored, I suggest cleaning your room, or playing with your sisters' clits," I declared. "If that doesn't appeal to you, I've got a shiny new toy out back that I'd be glad to let you ride."

Mae, and immediately afterwards Iris, fell to her knees in front of me and promised to behave. I waved them in Astra's direction.

"Yes, yes," I sighed. "I don't want promises, I want action. Get back to work."

I headed outside to relieve Julie of her cooking duties and give her a chance to see what she was allowed to keep.

"Don't worry, Henry," said Celeste, reading my mood after we basted the roast. "If you let her, Astra will get the girl in line in no time. This kind of thing is what she lives for."

By the time the roast was done, the girls had the bulk of the things to sell separated out and packed up. Astra had suggested packing similar items together, to make them easier for the buyer to assess, which I thought was a great idea. I'd have to find a safe place to put the reward items Astra had set aside, but the rest of the mountain of junk in the living room was reasonably organized and ready to sell.

We decided to bring the roast inside and lay her out on the dinner table whole, family banquet style. Just like the previous roasts, she turned out great. The meat was golden brown on the outside and was dripping with aromatic juices. I loved the way her overstuffed belly accentuated the meat's femininity; even if the meatgirl had certainly never been pregnant, I still admired the fertility implied in those curves.

Astra and Julie had also warmed up the leftover side dishes from the party, so we had more than just plain meat and stuffing to eat.

When everyone gathered to sit at the table, I noticed that Celeste had stripped naked.

"What?" she said, in response to my look. "With all the other girls putting everything on display, I was feeling overdressed. If you want, I can help you get your pants off, too. A sexy whole roast girl like this is more fun to eat naked, if you ask me."

She cupped the semi-hard lump in my pants. "Come on, Henry, I know you'll be more comfortable."

"Alright, Cel, you win."

When we sat down, Celeste and Astra both crowded in close to me at the head of the table, while Mae took the shortage of chairs as an excuse to sit in Charon's lap again. The afternoon meal was a lively one, with a great many hands touching whoever was within reach. Celeste and her sister somehow managed to have one hand slowly jacking me off continuously, trading turns without any signal I could see, so they both seemed to still have use of their hands any time they needed them.

Eventually, I decided I'd had enough of their teasing and scooted back, so I could force one of them to suck me until I came. However, before I could choose between them, Celeste was sitting on my lap, driving my rigid cock into her pussy.

"There," she said soothingly, "isn't this nice? Sister, dear, I can't see my plate any more, would you please feed me?"

Her twin leaned in and kissed a bite of girl meat into the impertinent woman's mouth. They moaned and played with the food for a moment before parting. Somehow throughout the kiss, Celeste had continued to thrust her hips, fucking me without disturbing the tongue play between the sisters.

I growled and grabbed my secretary by the waist and helped her thrust more forcefully for a few minutes. Celeste fed me a bite or two that her sister given her, but I was mainly focused on fucking. Finally, I shoved her into my hips as deep as she could go and unleashed inside her.

Charon cheered. Julie moaned loudly when she saw that I had cum; apparently Astra had been fingering my youngest girl, and had brought her to climax at about the same time as me.

When Celeste carefully got up from my softening cock, Astra ducked her head into my lap and sucked all the juices from my dick. Meanwhile, Celeste pushed aside Astra's plate and sat in its place, with her legs wide open.

"Oh, yum!" cried Astra, when she saw her sister's pussy right in front of her. "Desert time already? Don't mind if I do."

She proceeded to lap up the cum oozing out of Celeste's pussy, not stopping until her sister came and gushed into her mouth. The rest of the meal turned into a game of "who's cumming next," with the girls all getting each other off in various ways.

After lunch, we loaded all the junk I was going to sell into the cars. After we got some clothes on, Celeste, Charon, and I drove all three vehicles to the pawn shop. One of the nearby shops had a sign which boasted good deals on bulk purchases of meatgirl's former possessions, plus they were open seven days a week, so that was our first stop. I didn't haggle for long, wanting to be rid of the stuff more than to get as much money as I could, but even still, it took several hours to make a deal on everything.

The car dealer was simpler, with just two items to reach an agreement on. There was only a slight delay, when the topless salesgirl nearly got away with cutting into the price with a bunch of fees while I was distracted by her bouncing breasts, but fortunately Celeste stepped in. I probably could have let my secretary pressure her into giving us a better deal after that, but I just wanted to close the deal and be done with it all.

"You really seemed taken with that girl, or at least with her boobs," teased Celeste as soon as we left. "Do I have some new competition?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "No. I wasn't really looking at her, I was just trying to understand how she could wear a name tag without a shirt."

Celeste giggled and Charon laughed out loud.

"You've never seen that old trick?" asked Charon. "I've done that a few times to get better tips at work. If Cel doesn't mind, maybe I'll show you some time." She hefted her tits and winked at me.

On the way back in my remaining sedan, I had Charon drive while Celeste and I got frisky in the backseat. The way she was all over me made me feel like I was a teenager again, but unfortunately, we were home again before we got past second base.

Once inside, I could see that the girls were hard at work cleaning the house. Julie was carrying some freshly washed bedsheets and it looked like Mae had just finished vacuuming the living room.

This sure is a nice change, I thought, admiring my naked daughters. Coming home to some naked, well behaved girls is so much better than what I'm used to.

I plopped down in the easychair next to Mae, and pointed to the bulge in my pants.

"Give your dad a proper 'welcome home' greeting," I ordered.

"Oh! Yes, Dad."

She obediently, and even cheerfully, knelt and fished my cock out of my pants. I relaxed and allowed Mae to suck me at her own pace, while I watched Celeste and Astra greet each other with a steamy kiss. I couldn't help but chuckle when Charon laid down under Mae's ass and started eating her out.

"I suppose I have you to thank for putting my girls to work?" I asked Astra, when she turned in my direction.

"Yes, sir. I hope I wasn't out of line, but I couldn't help but notice all the housecleaning that needed doing, so I just started issuing them orders. We've already dusted the whole house, done the dishes, taken out all the trash, cleaned the baseboards, and swept the porch. Right now, Iris is cleaning the bathrooms; Julie is doing laundry and making the beds. I've been working on the kitchen, and Mae just finished the floors."

"Very well done, Astra." I set an encouraging hand on Mae's head. "I was planning to divvy up the chores between the girls, but I just hadn't gotten around to it yet. Esther really let this place go to shit. I am not going to miss that bitch."

Astra smiled warmly. "I was thinking of using some of the leftover girl meat to make shepherd's pie for supper. Maybe with a couple veggie sides. We'll have to get a few things from the store, though. It doesn't look like your wife did a lot of cooking."

I scowled. "She did about twenty years ago, but no, not recently. Unless you count getting spit roasted alive yesterday." That last thought brought back my smile. I dug my keys and wallet out of my pocket and tossed them to Astra. "Get whatever you need. Shepherd girl's pie sounds great."

"Sorry, sir, I don't have a drivers license." She handed my things to Celeste. "Sis, you don't mind do you? I already put everything in our shopping list app."

Celeste looked at me, so I waved her towards the door with a smile.

She blew me a kiss. "I'll be back in a bit, dear."


Astra's cooking was just as good as I had come to expect from the treats Celeste had occasionally brought into the office.

After swallowing the first bite, I said, "Mmm, yes. I've missed home cooked meals, like this. You really know how to make a man happy."

I leaned into Astra and kissed her on the lips. She pleasantly surprised me by immediately pushing her tongue into my mouth and extending the kiss, going farther with it than I had intended. I glanced at Celeste to gauge her reactions to the liberty her sister had taken, but she just smiled affectionately and continued chewing.

Astra said, "Actually, Julie helped too, sir. That girl has some good housewife potential, I think."

"Well then, good job, Julie, too."

I wasn't close enough to reach my youngest daughter, but Celeste leaned over and kissed her for me.

Julie blushed. "Thanks, Daddy. Thanks, Miss Astra and Miss Celeste."

The mood over dinner was calm and happy, with much less sex than lunch, although Charon did finger Mae to at least two orgasms before dessert. I think the girls were worn out from working harder than they were accustomed to all day.