Chapter 6: Wedding Belles

The moment I walked in the door Friday after a long day at the office, I sighed.

"I'm home," I called out, but I don't think my family heard me over the overlapping, high pitched female voices.

"Fuck! Give it to me, sis! Yes," screamed Iris.

"I'm almost there, Mama! A little more, please!" That sounded like Dee's voice.

I felt a hand on my ass. The hand soon slid around to the front and pulled down my zipper. I glanced down and noticed the glint of Celeste's engagement ring while I allowed her to help me out of my clothes. I probably couldn't actually feel anything different when she pressed against me from behind, but I couldn't help but think that I felt her slight baby bump on my back once or twice.

After we were both naked, we stepped forward to clearly see Astra, Charon, Dee, my three daughters, and Julie's friend, Cassie, scattered around the living room, having sex in an assortment of positions. Based on the vocalizations which had drowned out the sound of our arrival, Dee and Iris were both on the verge of orgasms, but I could tell right away that Astra wasn't going to let Dee cum just yet. Iris was apparently sitting on Mae's face, but with her natural girth padded out slightly further by her pregnancy, I couldn't see enough to be certain about who was trapped underneath my eldest living daughter.

When they noticed me, Astra, Charon, and Julie got up to greet me the way I expected of them, leaving a frustrated Dee and an amused Cassie alone.

"Welcome home, Mom and Daddy," chimed Julie.

"Welcome home, Daddy!" purred Charon, kneeling next to Julie and kissing my cock from the other side.

"There are my workaholic fiancées. Dinner is ready, dears, but it will hold if you want to fuck Dee first." Astra followed this up by kissing me.

Mae called out a muffled greeting, too. When Iris whined out "Hi, Dad," in a tone which clearly asked permission to cum before getting up, I waved for her to stay seated on her sister.

"Dee, huh?" I asked, looking at our neighbor.

"Mama Astra says it's my turn to get pregnant, sir," panted the naked young woman, bending over the coffee table. "And it's the right time of the month."

I glanced back at Astra. Her own engagement ring also sparkled against her sister's face as she held her in a passionate kiss.


It had been over five months since I'd snuffed Esther and Blair, and life had improved dramatically in that time. Since I had proposed to them, Astra had done a magnificent job of managing what they called my 'home harem,' while Celeste kept a tight control over my 'work harem.'

Now that spring was finally here, the date of our wedding was rapidly approaching. Astra and Celeste had planned out every little detail, and made all the arrangements for the venue, outfits, decorations, catering, and so on. Except for picking my groomsmaids, my only real input in the plans had been to choose the grooms-meat, the brides-meat, and their cooking method.


Astra had apparently selected Dee as the next outside addition to the home harem. She had already arranged for me to impregnate Nova and the two tween sisters living directly across the street from us, so Dee would be the fourth. I thought Dee was a bit entitled, but Astra seemed to know how to keep her in check. At the moment, Dee was clearly hoping I would come over and fuck her, and let her have the orgasm Astra had been denying her.

I groaned in mock agony. "I come home from spending all day fucking fertile office cunts for Celeste, then the second I step through the door, Astra goes and drags in the neighbors for me to fuck some more. You ladies are going to ride me into an early grave at this pace."

Charon and Julie had done a good job getting me hard, so I dismissed them and moved in on Dee.

For all my banter, I really had been tapped nearly dry by the girls at the office, so it was going to be a while before I came. To keep her distracted from a quick orgasm, I started chatting with Dee.

"So, what kind of name is Dee, anyway?"

"Oh, fuck, you want to ask about that now?" she moaned. "Dee is a nickname. It's kind of stupid, but my mom actually named me Delphini of all things. Maybe if I had had a father, he would have picked more sensible names for me and my little sister. Harder, please, sir."

I thrust into her once or twice more with the same force, before saying, "That is unusual, but I think it's kind of pretty. Isn't that the name of a star?"

"Hey," said Cassie, who had resumed tribbing with Julie, leaned closer to us. "You think that's weird, my full name is Halley Cassiopeia Herschel. Fucking hell to spell. I went by my first name when I was little, but everybody kept putting an 'i' in it, but my dorky parents named me after the comet, not the actress."

I stopped moving and stared at the teen before bursting into laughter.

When I caught my breath, I said, "I'm surrounded by stars–Celeste, Astra, Delphini, Cassiopeia. Did you know even 'Esther' means 'star' in Hebrew? And Charon is the name of a moon."

Astra laughed, too. "And don't forget about Nova, too. Well, dear, I guess you do have a type, after all. Cassie, baby, you'd better start getting used to the idea of joining Henry's harem: the fates have apparently decided you belong to him, already."

"Oh, that's totally fine with me, Mama Astra," Cassie blushed. "And Julie already said she wouldn't mind having her best friend for a step-mom. Of course, sister-wives would be her preference…"

"Hey!" exclaimed Julie. Continuing in a hurt tone, "That was supposed to be a secret."

Astra patted Julie's head consolingly. "Aw, baby, I would hardly call it a secret. We all know exactly who you're in love with. Sounds like you might have to change your name, though, if you want to fit in with the rest of your daddy's wives."

Julie nodded thoughtfully, then started. "Mama!" She protested, blushing even more.

Dee also protested, but not for the same reason. "That's cute and all, but can we please get back to fucking me, now? This stopping and starting is driving me crazy."

Turning away from my flustered daughter, I slapped the exposed portion of Dee's ass sharply for being needy, but gave her what she wanted, anyway, for Astra's sake.


After dinner, I retreated to my study. Most of the week I could keep up with the girls, but Fridays always ended with me feeling the need for a break from the horny, inviting cunts which constantly surrounded me. I checked my email and looked at a few other work items, but I didn't actually need to do any work over the weekend, so I soon settled in to watch TV.

I must have been more engrossed in what was playing than I thought, because when Celeste quietly entered the room, the clock showed that it was getting late. She didn't even glance at me, but instead slowly sashayed up to my lamp and wrapped her arms around it. Holding it in a gentle embrace, my soon-to-be wife slow-danced with the glowing leather torso for a while. She finished by dipping the lamp and kissing the imaginary head above it, before carefully setting it back in its place.

I said, "You two would have gotten along great. She had a wonderful sense of humor, and she seemed like she loved everyone she knew. I wish you could have met her."

Her reply surprised me. "I don't." She cupped one resin breast fondly for a second. "She'd be about your age, wouldn't she?"

Celeste finally turned and walked over to me. She combed the fingers of one hand through my pubes once as she continued to speak.

"Boys become fertile at about the same age as girls, then continue to be able to make children for essentially the rest of their lives."

I blinked at the topic change as she settled into my lap and snuggled against me. Although we were both naked, she didn't seem to be trying to make it sexual–she seemed to just want to be close.

"But," she said softly, guiding my hand to the small hump on her belly, "women have a comparatively small window of fertility before we stop being useful for breeding. I think that's one of nature's ways of telling us that men shouldn't keep any one woman for too long. Your high school sweetheart would be well past her expiration date by now, so I'm glad she's just a sexy lamp, instead of lingering longer than is natural."

I sighed, realizing where she was going with this. "I am still not going to change the wedding vows to say 'till I snuff you,' Cel. I don't get why you two want that so bad."

She looked into my eyes. "Because we want to know that you'll do it, Henry. You kept Esther too long. Astra and I fully expect to be snuffed and eaten within the next ten, or at most fifteen, years."

I kissed her nose tenderly. "Of course I'm not going to let you get old. I've learned my lesson after twenty years with one spoiled wife. But, I don't want to promise that I will be the one to snuff you. When your time comes, it might just as easily be one of my younger wives or daughters that ends you. Or maybe you'll end up as our son's grooms-meat, like my last mom was. Or something could happen to me, and then you'd be left with an unfulfillable vow. Who knows?"

"You really mean it? Promise?" Her eyes were big, earnest pools.

I forget sometimes, I smiled to myself, but she's not that much older than a kid, is she?

"Cross my heart and hope to kill you."

She lightly slapped my chest, then melted into my lips. With a deep breath, she got back to her feet.

"Thank you, dear. But, I didn't come in here to talk about all that. I came in here to let you know that your bed is about to have two gorgeous, naked fiancées in it, and if you want to watch us having hot premarital sex, you'd better join us now. We're spending the night with Penny and Connie tomorrow, so…" she finished, in a sing-song tone, "tonight is your last chance to sleep with us before we stop being your fiancées."

She swayed her hips seductively as she left my study, not bothering to close the door on her way out.

TV is overrated, anyway, I told myself as I got up to follow her.


Mid-morning Saturday, I heard the doorbell ring, followed by some girlish squeals and a jumble of similar voices talking a mile a minute. When I got to the door, Astra was peeling the clothes off a set of twin girls who bore an obvious family resemblance to my fiancées, while Celeste appeared to be trying to get a three-way tongue wrestling match going with the newcomers.

"Henry!" Celeste cried happily, when she noticed me. "Come and meet our bridesmaids. These are our oldest surviving full-blooded sisters: Penny and Connie." She squeezed each of them with one arm as she said their names.

"Pleased to meet you, sir," they said together.

"Nice to meet you girls, too," I smiled back. "I'm not objecting, Astra, but you know the house rules don't actually require visitors to be naked."

Astra huffed and pulled off Connie's shirt. "Nonsense, dear. They're family, not visitors, so they need to follow the same rules as our girls."

"All right, I see your point," I chuckled softly. "Carry on."

I continued looking them over as they got the last of their clothes off. They seemed to be about nineteen or twenty, and were identical in every way I could see, except that Connie looked like she was somewhere in her third trimester, while Penny merely had what I judged to be a bit of the pudge that lingers after a baby or two. When they were completely bare, they got to their knees just in front of me.

Looking up, Connie said, "While we're here, we expect you to use us however you'd like, sir."

Penny said, "Daddy made sure we were both pregnant, too, so there won't need to be any etiquette questions about cumming inside another man's women."

"Would you like to fuck us now?" they said, in unison.

I laughed. "No, not right now. We'll get to that tomorrow. Not to mention, we've got you for the entire honeymoon, so there's no rush. Right now, it looks like you and your big sisters would like to spend some quality time together."

Celeste was massaging Astra's cunt and grinning at us. Astra was trying to appear more reserved and mature, but I could tell she was just as excited as her twin. The four of them quickly disappeared into what had formerly been Blair's room, where they would all be sleeping until after the wedding.

I actually was kind of in the mood for a blowjob after meeting them, so I called on Julie, who was diligently working on her homework at the dining table, to get some relief.


Later that day, a few of the girls from the office came by and I supervised them as they loaded the Spartan Spitter onto a truck and we took it out to the wedding venue. When we got to the campground we'd reserved for the ceremony and reception, there was a flurry of activity underway.

Natalie was directing about a dozen of her peers as they set up tables, folding chairs, some spacious event-tents, and just generally decorated the area according to Astra and Celeste's plan. She pointed out the area designated for cooking, and I had the girls with me unload the Spartan and get it set up.

"The brides will be out here in an hour or two, to check on things," I commented to Natalie, "but it looks to me like you've got things well in hand here."

I slipped a hand under her loose skirt and fingered her gently for a moment, to go with the compliment. I had to lean over slightly, to reach the petite woman's moist petals.

"Thank you, sir," moaned my underling. "And thank you for including me. All of us at the office are really excited about the big day, especially those of us carrying your babies. If you don't mind my saying so, I'm thrilled that you're finally open to gaining new wives. Some of us had started to get worried that you might never move on from that old hag of yours."

I slapped her cunt just hard enough to sting. "That's dangerously close to insulting your boss there, Natalie. But, it's quite true, so I can't really hold it against you too much."

Natalie moaned louder from the slap than from the fingering that preceded it. I suspect she provoked me occasionally like this because she was a pain slut, but I didn't really have time to give her the kind of attention she seemed to want at the office.

I wonder if she's one of those women who gets extra horny while pregnant. Either way, I'll talk to Celeste about starting to give her some regular physical discipline at work, I noted mentally. It won't do to let her continue acting out for attention.


That evening, I decided to head to bed early, given the big day coming up. When I entered my bedroom, Iris, Mae, and Sharon were all on my bed already, making out in a tangle of limbs and bare bodies. I watched them silently while I removed my clothes.

They really do make a cute throuple, I mused. I'm glad they've learned to freely express their love in the last few months.

Mae was still the center of their collective relationship, but, with some nudging from Astra, all of them in the lesbian love triangle had all fully embraced their intertwined feelings for each of the others.

"Dad!" chirped Mae, finally noticing me approaching. "We're all warmed up and juicy for you."

"I hope you're ready, Daddy," purred Charon, "we intend to make this night unforgettable for all of us."

Since they had all started officially dating a couple months earlier, Charon had switched to calling me 'Daddy,' although she always said it in a tone that suggested bedroom roleplay, rather than an actual familial relation.

Iris smiled coyly. "We promised Mom and Mama that you would get some sleep tonight, Dad, but we didn't actually say how much."

I chuckled. "You girls are certainly eager. Well, I guess you have good reason to get all you can out of tonight. Hmm, where to start, where to start…I think I'll have a meatgirl filet appetizer first."

Mae squealed quietly with excitement as I sank into their midst, on target to put my face in her cunt.

The girls turned out to be quite serious about fucking me for all they were worth. I had taken my time having my way with each of them in several different positions, and I was starting to think we should call it a night, when I discovered that we weren't the only ones who had been going for a marathon orgy. From what I could tell, either Penny or Connie was a screamer, and in a quiet moment in our fucking, we clearly heard one of them have an earth-shattering orgasm.

Mae and Charon giggled at the sound.

"Come on, Mae and Dad," prodded Iris, with a grin, "I'll bet Charon can come harder than that, if we all gang up on her."

"Wait, what?" Charon's eyes got wide. "Hold on now…"

Iris and Mae pounced and held her so she couldn't leave the bed.

"Let's edge her for…thirty minutes," Mae suggested, glancing at the clock. "That'll take us past 1 AM, and give Dad some time to recover a while before our girlfriend's big finish."

Charon whined softly in mock protest, but her eyes said she was loving this. I just sat back and let the girls play for a while on their own. I took a few opportunities to toy with one of Charon's secondary erogenous zones now and then, but I hadn't really gotten to know her body as well as the others, so it was mainly her girlfriends doing the work.

By well after 1 o'clock, Charon had been panting and begging non-stop for us to let her cum for at least ten minutes, so I decided it was time. Pushing Iris away from where she was teasing Charon's clit with her tongue, I slid my cock into her in one smooth thrust. Iris and Mae shifted to different positions around us, preparing to help push her over the edge.

Charon continued to plead for us to hurry. "Faster. Harder. Oh, please, Daddy, fuck me. Let me cum!"

I ramped up my speed and force, but still held back some until I judged that she was as ready as she was ever going to be for the biggest orgasm of her life. Iris was working on Charon's tits, kneading and pinching them, and kissing the inch long bar stud above her left areola. Mae had been whispering some highly spicy dirty talk to her older girlfriend all this time, talking about them getting snuffed and cooked alive, and finally, encouraging Charon to let go and cum as hard as she could. Apparently, this was the kind of thing my girls talked about when they got wild in bed.

When Charon finally came, she let out a high scream that the neighbors could probably hear. Her orgasm went on for what must have felt like forever to her, but I hadn't cum in about an hour and wasn't going to pull out until I was done. I didn't slow down, even when she had collected enough of herself to switch back to begging, saying that she was too sensitive.

Once I did finally cum, right away Charon shuddered and had another, smaller orgasm with me.

Exhausted, I collapsed, burying Charon and Iris under me. They squirmed out to the sides, Iris and Mae descending to hungrily make out with Charon.

When she came up for air, Mae said, "Daddy, I think it's Iris's turn next. By my count, she's at least two orgasms behind the rest of us right now."

I laughed weakly. "You've been counting? Well, you two go ahead and make Iris cum all you want, but I'm done. I'm twice your age, and I'm going to need to do quite a bit of fucking tomorrow –I mean today– at the wedding, so this old man is going to sleep now. Try not to wake me before morning, or I'll…I'll make you spend the rest of the night outside. Buck naked."

Threatening to snuff them would probably just make them even more likely to act up, under the circumstances, I thought with a faint smile, as sleep overtook me.


The girls must have behaved themselves reasonably well, because pretty much the next thing I knew, the alarm on my phone was blaring, dragging me into the waking world. It took me a minute to remember why I'd set an alarm so early on a Sunday, but once I recalled what was happening, I sat up and stretched to try to drive off my grogginess. The girls took a few sharp slaps on their breasts and asses to wake up enough to get out of bed and start the bathroom parade.

I made them all work together to give me a quick shower, then left them to wash each other enough to meet Astra's specific cleaning instructions for the big day.

When I entered the kitchen, Astra already had a pot of coffee ready, and poured me a mug.

"Good morning, darling!" she practically sang, handing me the mug with a sweet kiss. "With a big meal coming later, I'm keeping breakfast light this morning, so your options are oatmeal or cold cereal."

I took a drink of coffee before answering with a sigh. "Morning, dear. I'll just have a bowl of banana nut cereal, thanks."

While Astra was filling my bowl, Julie came in, rubbing her eyes.

"Morning Mama. Morning Daddy." She paused to yawn. "Do you want a blowjob, Daddy?"

"Morning. No thanks, princess. I'll wait until we get to the campgrounds to cum today." I kissed her forehead for remembering to make the customary offer, like she almost always did.

"You look tired this morning, baby," said Astra. "Did you not sleep well?"

"Sleep?" Julie grumbled softly. "You're asking if I slept? How could I, with everyone else screaming like they're being snuffed all night." She looked at her hand and flexed the fingers a few times with a frown. "All-night sex is a lot more fun with someone else to fuck."

Astra laughed. "I guess I've never had that problem. Sorry, sweetie, we'll make sure you aren't alone again tonight."

"Thanks, Mama."

They were still kissing when I sat down at the bar to eat my cereal.

Julie's tan is looking more and more like Astra's, I mused while I munched on my breakfast, admiring my naked, athletic daughter. She must be joining her mama's spring sun tanning sessions more often than I realized. That, or she's convinced her coach to let her practice in the nude.

Most of the rest of the morning was one big blur of activity. Even though we had done all we could to prepare ahead of time, there turned out to be a million little things that couldn't be done until the day of. Once Astra was satisfied that everything we needed was packed into our cars, and that all the girls were as ready as they needed to be, all of us piled into mine and Connie's cars and headed to the campground.

"Aaah," sighed Julie happily, wiggling her naked ass into the passenger seat. "Mornings like this are what heated seats were invented for."

"I know you still own a jacket, babygirl," I smiled. "I saw you wear it the day before yesterday."

"Yeah, but this way is more fun. Anyway, the forecast says it should warm up pretty soon."

It amused me to see that I was the only one in the house to put on any clothes that morning. The girls' outfits were all in my trunk with my suit, but they had collectively decided not to put them on until we got to the venue.

I glanced in the rearview mirror at Iris, Mae, and Charon, huddled together on the back seat.

"You girls back there, be sure you make out and play nice," I told them. "If you're horny enough, I plan to fuck each of you until you cum as soon as we get there."

Their thanks blended together with moans and some small wet sounds. Julie wasn't silent either, thanks to the way she was "keeping her fingers warm," so they all softly serenaded me amelodically on the drive.


Natalie, the caterers, and a few more girls from the office were already there when we pulled into the gravel parking area. I chuckled as I watched my girls protest the pointy rocks while they unloaded the clothes, makeup, and whatever else they'd packed, and deposited them in the two main tents.

"Hey, boss. Yum, those naked bridesmaids are even cuter than Miss Celeste said they'd be," Natalie winked, then stole a kiss from me right in front of my brides.

Celeste came over long enough to lift the back of Natalie's groomsmaid outfit, and spank my employee sharply a couple times, but she followed it by kissing Natalie herself.

"You were right, dear," Celeste sighed to me. "This one is nothing but trouble. I think the caterers have some lube, so if she gets out of line, go ahead and take her anal virginity. Our experiments suggest that she'll howl like a banshee, then fall madly in love with you."

Natalie clapped one hand over her ass with an alarmed expression and sputtered in broken protest for a minute. Astra came by and kissed the woman on the chin, ending her feeble protests.

"Mmm, are we talking about Nat's cute little butt?" inquired Astra. "You cleaned up like I told you to, right, doll?"

Natalie nodded, wide-eyed, focused entirely on Astra. "Yes, ma'am."

Astra nodded back, "Good girl. Can you believe it, Henry, she's thirty-three and has never had a real cock up her ass? Well, I'd say she's ready for you whenever you want to fix that."

I reached through my groomsmaid's legs from the front and poked a finger at her tight little southern star, which made her squeak adorably, before I headed over to where Charon and my daughters were waiting near the Spartan Spitter.

After copping a perfunctory feel on the three of them, I ordered the meatgirl throuple to lie down on one of the picnic tables. After pulling my pants down, I noticed that I wasn't fully hard yet.

"Julie, baby, suck Daddy's cock up to full mast so I can give the meat a proper sendoff."

"Yes, Daddy!"

By the time I was getting into a rhythm fucking Mae, the rest of the wedding party gathered around to watch. Celeste and Astra had each donned strapons, which I didn't even realize they owned. They spread Charon and Iris's legs, and joined me in fucking the meat.

After Mae came on my cock, I moved over to fuck Iris, and Celeste and Astra also shuffled around to fuck a different girl. If it hadn't been for all the sex the night before, I doubt I could have lasted until Charon, last in line, came on me.

I pulled out and looked at Julie, who was watching us while cuddling up to Connie. "I'm close, babygirl. Come finish me."

She bounced over and got ready to wrap her pussy around me, when Astra said, "Hold up, sweetie, other end. It's bad luck for the groomsmaids to take it in the cunt right before the wedding."

Julie groaned, but turned around and started sucking me without argument.

Astra and Celeste moved to either side of me, standing hip to hip with me in a collective side-hug.

Julie licked me a few times, then surprised me by taking me all the way till her nose was pressed against me, then stopped bobbing. I could feel her fighting her gag reflex, when I groaned and came straight into my little girl's throat.

As soon as I pulled out, Julie coughed a couple times and grinned up at me.

"Bravo, sweetie-pie," cooed Astra. "She's been practicing that with us just for you, honey."

"Very well done," I said, patting Julie's head. "That was a wonderful present from my little angel."

Julie beamed. Astra wiggled the plastic phallus on her hips slightly, so Julie turned and took it in her mouth. She slowly, but steadily, worked her way deeper, until her lips were wrapped around the base of the shaft. She held the pose for just a moment, then pulled back in one smooth movement, wiping it clean on the way out. Astra praised her again, then Julie turned and repeated the performance with Celeste's strap-on.

I turned my attention back to the panting girls on the picnic table. I helped Iris to her feet, then held her gently face-to-face.

"You're first, Iris, since you'll take the longest to cook." I kissed her softly. "You may have your faults, but you've got a perfect body for roasting, so I'm glad I've got a daughter like you to be my grooms-meat."

Iris smiled. "Thanks, Dad. I was feeling nervous this morning, but that final fuck really helped me calm down. I think I'm ready."

Mae and Charon were on their feet, too, so I let the three of them have one last group kiss. Astra and Celeste embraced the three of them before helping Iris get locked into the Spartan's restraints.

One of the catering staff set the spit in place, nodded to me, and stepped back. I hit the button and we all watched the machine get to work. It functioned smoothly, gutting, stitching, and stuffing her, finishing with a cheerful chime sound. Iris and let out some short screams throughout the process, but that didn't stop her from trying to fuck herself with the spit the whole time the stuffing was being pumped into her.

While the caterers were binding Iris's arms and legs, I approached Mae. I gently turned her chin away from her spitted sister to look at me.

"Mae…" I paused to try to think of an honest compliment. "The chef says that he expects you to be the most delicious meatgirl I've ever eaten."

"Oh, wow, cool," she grinned. Her expression fell. "Sorry for not being a better daughter."

I kissed her lips softly. "For an occasion like this, I probably would have snuffed you even if you hadn't been a headache, little Mae flower."

Iris had been mounted over the hot coals, and the chef had just refilled the stuffing hopper, so the Spartan Spitter was ready for its next use.

"Okay, second grooms-meat," gestured to Mae. "Your turn."

Mae looked at the Spartan and froze. "Dad…are you sure…I mean, do I really have to? It looked like it hurt a lot."

"Yes, Mae," I said firmly, but without anger. "You don't have any way out of this, baby."

Charon embraced her girlfriend gently. "Come on, love, I'm here for you. Iris and I will be right there beside you the whole time. Let's not make a scene at Daddy's wedding, hmm?"

Mae shivered and nodded. With Charon holding her hand, she cooperated when Astra helped her into place. After the spit was ready, I hit the button. Mae was noisier than her sister had been, but that didn't change anything about her fate. While the stuffing was filling Mae's belly fuller than it had ever been before, I waved one of the chef's assistants over to me.

I asked, "You guys remember my instructions for this one, right?"

"Yes, sir. I'll take care of it as soon as we get her off the machine."

After the Spartan released the second roaster, the catering staff carried her over to the picnic table and set her down on her back. The girl I had spoken to came back with a hot coal held in some tongs, then pressed it to Mae's clit for about thirty seconds. Mae squirmed a little, but couldn't do any more than that.

When the coal was removed, I stepped in to see that her clit had cooked nicely, along with a little of her surrounding vulva. I turned to Charon and grinned.

"Here you go, brides-meat," I said. "A delectable grilled clit as a parting gift for you."

Charon moved up next to me. "Really? You didn't have to do that, Henry."

"You've been such a good sport about this," I told her. "And I feel like you set a good example for my girls, even if I did end up snuffing most of them anyway."

Charon kissed me fiercely, then bent down and quickly tapped Mae's clit to see if it was still hot. She seemed satisfied with the temperature, so she took a delicate bite, removing her girlfriend's love button. She chewed it slowly, moaning and rubbing her own clit all the while.

I moved aside, so Astra and Celeste could hug their brides-meat and say their goodbyes. As soon as Charon had swallowed, Celeste kissed her, followed quickly by Astra.

"Mmmh, you guys," Charon said. "You are in for some primo girl meat here."

"I know, right?" Celeste smiled. "Cher-bear, thanks for doing this for us."

"Pff," Charon scoffed. "Don't be silly, of course I'm roasting for you. I'll bet if you look in the dictionary for 'BFF,' it would just say 'see brides-meat.' I've been expecting to wind up in exactly this situation ever since you started gushing about how hot your new boss was."

Astra laughed, and Celeste looked embarrassed, then laughed as well.

"Well," smiled Charon, "looks like it's my turn, then."

The brides squeezed their friend between them one more time, and helped her get onto the Spartan.

When the spit was in place, I gave a little sigh.

"Finally using that third spit," I muttered in satisfaction, as I pressed 'Start'.


Once all three roasts were over the fire, I, and the rest of the wedding party, headed to our tents. The groom's tent just had a few chairs and a small table with some makeup and a mirror. I plopped down in one of the chairs, knowing that it was going to take quite a while for the girls to get ready, so I had some time to kill. Julie went directly to the bag with her outfit, and I watched Natalie help my daughter put it on.

The bridesmaid and groomsmaid outfits seemed pretty standard to me, but I know Astra and Celeste had spent a long time finding what they considered to be just the right ones. The groomsmaids were in fitted navy vests, above a puffy two inch micro skirt in a light blue color, which Celeste had referred to as pale cornflower. The ensemble was rounded out with flat-heeled shoes and crotchless nylons, both white, creating a sort of gradient overall, dark to light, running from top to bottom. I had only seen pictures of the bridesmaid dresses, but my impression was that they were just ordinary, frilly light green dresses, with shoes and nylons identical to the ones Julie and Natalie were wearing.

While Natalie was kneeling between Julie's legs, helping her "test the nylons," a man came in and introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Gary," he said. "You must be the man about to marry my lucky little stars."

I got up and shook his hand. "Yep, that's me. Nice to meet you, Gary."

My future father-in-law was about my height, probably only a couple years older than me, at most, judging by the sparse traces of gray in his hair. I felt an immediate kinship with the man, and we started trading stories about his daughters.

When I noticed Julie taking a seat in front of the makeup, I called her over.

"Julie, meet your new grandpa. Gary, this little angel is currently my only daughter, not counting the two with spits in them over there."

"Nice to meet you, Grandpa." Julie curtsied.

"Well, aren't you a charming cutie," Gary smiled at her. "Henry, you wouldn't be interested in trading daughter brides, would you?" he teased.

Julie blushed and clung to my arm, shyly.

I chuckled. "Sorry, Gary. I don't think this one plans to leave the nest. Maybe if you wait for the next generation you'll find another granddaughter you can claim. Astra and Celeste are determined to see to it that I have as many daughters as possible in the next few years, so you'll have plenty to choose from in a decade or two."

"Well, I had to try. I've certainly got a few girls like that, so I get it. As a matter of fact, a couple of those girls are on loan to you for the next week, but I expect to get them back afterwards. Ideally, with all their parts still attached."

Natalie quietly came up next to me.

"Oh, and this is one of my best employees from the department I run," I said, glancing at her with a smile. "Celeste has already recruited her to help with making those new daughters."

"Natalie," she introduced herself. She placed one loving hand on her still-flat belly. "I'd say I volunteered, more than was recruited." She smiled and clung to my other arm. "To be honest, if your daughter hadn't jumped him first, I'd like to think that I would've been the one putting on a wedding dress right now."

Gary smiled good-naturedly. "Well, my little Cece isn't the type to lose easily when it comes to love. You know, Henry, from what my other girls have been telling me, Azzie and Cece have been working pretty hard to get you as many breedable women as they can. I'm glad to see that they're taking the time to just pick ones who will stand by their man."

Natalie grinned and leaned against me. Just then, some young girls laughed and shouted playfully outside.

"Sounds like the rest of my girls are here," Gary commented. "Well, I'll let you get back to getting ready." He clapped me on the shoulder. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Henry."

"Likewise, Gary."

After he left, I gave my daughter a side hug. "Julie, make sure you offer to give your grandpa a blowjob at the reception. I'm sure he'd really appreciate that."

She nodded obediently. "Yes, Daddy."

"Now, my lovely groomsmaids," I said, holding my arms out, "help me get changed."