When it was time for me and my maids to take our place by the priestess at the front of the crowd, the smell of roast girl meat was wafting over the whole campsite. I spared a moment on my way forward to glance over and see the three golden bodies slowly turning on their spits.

I'd peeked out of the tent a few times, but from up front, I had a much better view of who was filling the rows of white folding chairs. On the left were mostly faces I didn't know except perhaps from pictures Celeste had shown me. The names on the guest list were primarily Astra and Celeste's immediate family, along with various friends, although I couldn't have said for sure which was which.

On the right side, the seats were almost entirely taken up by people from work, especially all the girls working under me, and their girlfriends. Astra had made sure to extend invitations to many of my daughters' friends, too, so Cassie, Nova, and a number of others were in attendance, probably mostly just so they would get to eat some of my daughters' meat. There were also several single women from the neighborhood, like Dee, who looked like she was still annoyed that she was only a guest.

Dee should consider herself lucky I didn't ask her to have more of a part in this, I smirked to myself while I waited. Given how many times she and Esther snubbed me, my next choice for her role today would've involved an eight foot metal pole above some hot embers.

The DJ started playing the sappy pop song that the girls had picked for the bridesmaid's entrance, so we all looked over to see Penny and Connie emerge from the brides' tent. They took their time, walking down the aisle, stepping with an odd gait. It took me a while to realize it, but they were kicking their knees forward every few paces to make the front of their tiny skirts flip up, flashing everyone ahead of them. I rolled my eyes at the silly move, but it made me grin, in spite of myself.

Hopefully the photographer got a picture with their skirts up, I thought, so Astra and Cel can see it later.

After they had taken their place up front, the music stopped, then the more stately bridal march began, so the audience got to their feet. Gary came out of the brides' tent, with Astra on his right arm, and Celeste on his left arm.

From what they'd told me during the planning, Celeste would have liked to wear a traditional wedding dress, and Astra would have preferred to be bare from chin to ankles. However, this was one event where they were determined to have identical outfits. Apparently, they had come to some kind of compromise on the matter back when they were kids, but they hadn't let me see what it consisted of ahead of time.

As they walked slowly down the aisle towards me, I could see that they were both wearing high-heeled shoes, with lacy white socks that ended just above the knees. The next coverings visible above those were their veils, which hung down all the way to their thighs. When they got closer, I realized that I could see hints of something else white behind the veils and bouquets, but I couldn't tell what exactly.

When they arrived at the front of the seating area, Gary turned to Astra, whose complexion distinguished her from her younger twin. He lifted her veil and scooped it around, so that it hung down her back, then kissed her. When he turned to repeat this with Celeste, I could see that Astra was wearing a cupless lingerie bra. It didn't even try to cover her nipples, but just propped up her breasts to make them even perkier and more inviting than they naturally were. With the veil out of the way, that little scrap of lace was the only thing my brides seemed to be wearing anywhere between their smiles and their thighs. On closer inspection, however, I realized that they were both wearing some of the glittery make up on the bodies, subtly drawing the eye to certain places.

Fuck, they look hot like that. I should have them wear some lingerie at home sometimes.

The brides stepped forward together and handed their bouquets off to their beaming sisters. Admittedly, I was also grinning like an idiot, but Astra and Celeste both looked just as happy as they took their position opposite me.

They started the ceremony as planned, by facing each other, holding hands and gazing at each other. The priestess led them as they took turns saying a short vow to each other.

"I, Astra, take you, Celeste, my sister, as my wife, to love for the rest of our lives."

"I, Celeste, take you, Astra, my sister, as my wife, to love for the rest of our lives."

Then they turned to face me. They reached out and each took one of my hands, keeping their other hands clasped together, forming a triangle.

"Do you have the rings?" asked the priestess.

Julie stepped forward, and carefully fished the rings out of the tiny pockets on her breasts. She handed them out, and my brides and I prepared to slip them on each other's fingers.

The priestess prompted me to say my vows to them.

"I, Henry, take you Astra and Celeste, to be my wives, to love and to savor, for the rest of your lives."

Astra sniffed and I saw a tear of joy roll down her cheek. Celeste wiped it away, but it looked like she was barely holding back her own tears. The priestess continued with the vows, which both brides said in unison.

"We, Astra/Celeste, give ourselves completely to you, Henry, to fuck and to breed, to use and to snuff, with all our hearts and all our bodies, forever dedicated to you, for your continuing pleasure, in love and submission, for the rest of our lives."

We slipped the rings in place, and the priestess said the rest of the usual things, ending with "You may kiss the brides."

We stepped into a group hug and a well-practiced series of three-way kisses. Everyone clapped. After sharing our first kisses as a married throuple, we stepped past each other and embraced the maids. Holding Penny and Connie in my arms, I finally noticed that the top swells of their tight little dresses dipped low enough at the front to let their areolas peek partially over the top of the fabric. Pulling both girls close, I kissed Penny, then Connie, then the three of us watched the brides. Astra was kissing Julie and Celeste was kissing Natalie in unison, before they swapped to lock smiling lips with the other groomsmaid.

The traditional kisses all taken care of, I took a bride in each arm, and we ran down the aisle together, while everyone clapped again. At the back, we paused to watch Julie and Penny pair up. Penny unfastened the buttons on Julie's vest while Julie scooped Penny's breasts up, nudging the cups of her dress down, fully exposing her aunt's tits. With their breasts bared, they clasped hands and followed us, skipping and laughing together. Natalie and Connie copied the partial undressing, but then chose to side-hug, and began down the aisle breast to breast, moving to a tango step with the lively music.

My wives and I laughed at the maids' antics, and the seven of us made our way over to our table, marked by wreaths of white roses along the legs and edges. We stood near the table, chatting and laughing while the guests shuffled over to the other tables, or to stand around closer to us, if they were interested in seeing the next part of the tradition. Some of the women and quite a few of the younger kids were obviously more interested in the food and did not join us, so after the photographer was in position, we got started.

"Alright, bridesmaids and groomsmaids," I ordered the giggling girls, "line up. Lay down on our table and show me your tight, wet pussies."

Penny, Connie, Julie, and Natalie sat on the edge of the table, with their legs hanging off the edge, then laid back, just like the meat had done earlier in the day. Although they were all still wearing their outfits, the skirts were short enough that this position left their cunts on display, framed by their sheer white nylons.

"Let's get you ready to celebrate, dear husband," Astra purred.

Celeste and Astra knelt and fished my cock out the front of my suit, sucking it a few times to get it hard. I decided to start with the bridesmaids, so, with Astra guiding the tip, I pushed my cock into Penny's pussy. Her lightly jiggling exposed breasts seemed to invite my hands to explore more of her body. I chuckled when I noticed that squeezing her round breasts caused a bead of white liquid to form on her nipples.

"Ah, how nice," I murmured for the girls around me to hear, "we've got a sweet, liquid treat whenever we want it in these tits on our honeymoon. I'll definitely be having some warm milk before bed every day you're staying with us, young milf."

Penny blushed and smiled. "Of course, big brother," she moaned. "We said you can use us however you like. Sorry, but if I had known you liked breastmilk, I would have offered you mine sooner."

I licked up the stray drops from her chest, but I knew I wouldn't be able to cum four times in the time we had allotted before the reception diner, so I only fucked Penny for a few minutes before switching over to Connie. The swell of her more noticeable pregnancy appealed to me, so after pounding her pussy for a while, I felt that I was beginning to get close. My wives recognized that I was nearing completion, so they stopped toying with the other cunts on display and cheered me on.

"Go on, Henry, fuck that cute bridesmaid," called Celeste.

"Do it, dear! Fill our little sister's cunt with your seed," cried Astra. "Give your new sister-in-law everything you've got, Henry."

With their encouragement, I reached the tipping point, then unloaded into Connie.

Astra and Celeste greedily lapped up my cum from their sister's cunt while I rested. Once they had gotten all they could out of her, Astra turned around and started coaxing my cock back to full size, and Celeste continued eating out Connie, pushing her towards an orgasm.

As I ran a hand over Julie's cunt lips, I said, "Wives, let's work together and give our darling daughter her first orgasm as a family."

Once I slid into Julie's tight, slippery love tunnel, Astra and Celeste kissed and massaged her body. I stayed with Julie until her moans crescendoed, and she crashed through an orgasm around my cock. I wasn't ready to cum yet again, but the smell of roast girl meat was overwhelming, and I knew the guests were all waiting, so I moved on to the final maid.

Natalie had been impatient, fingering herself while she watched us making love to Julie, so she came pretty soon after I started fucking her cunt. I slowed down when she started squirming like she was too sensitive for me, trying to decide how I should proceed.

"Pardon me, husband," said Celeste.

She reached under my cock and carefully lifted my balls out of the way with one hand. Her other hand held a bottle of spit lube. Intrigued to see what Cel was up to, I allowed my dick to slip out of Natalie's pussy, giving my wife more room. With a cheery little hum, she pressed the tip of the bottle to the groomsmaid's sphincter and squeezed out a generous dollop of grease.

Natalie yelped. "What was that? Oh, no, you didn't, did you Miss Celeste? Oh, fuck. Fuuuck."

Celeste had pushed one, then two fingers into her ass, spreading the grease around both the outside and inside.

Celeste leaned in close to Natalie and whispered, "I heard about what you said to Daddy. You didn't think a comment like that would be allowed without a reminder of your current place in this relationship, did you?"

Natalie let out a low, quivering moan.

"There, she's all ready for you, dear husband," Celeste said, with a grin. "Have fun."

"Thank you, darling wife."

I kissed Celeste, and allowed her to set the head of my dick against Natalie's rear entrance. There was some resistance at first, then the head popped inside.

I groaned. This hole was quite a bit tighter than my sixteen year old's pussy, matching my few past experiences with anal. I didn't bother to give Natalie time to get used to me, I just started thrusting, working my way deeper as quickly as I could.

I half expected my underling to try to object, or at least apologize to Celeste, but Natalie's high-pitched moans and rising squeals never coalesced into actual words, so I showed her no mercy. I fucked her as hard and fast as I could. Astra and Celeste came in on either side of me, and started pinching Natalie's nipples and sharply flicking her pink, erect clit. When Natalie came, she startled me with just how piercing her scream was. At the same time, her ass started clenching even tighter with the pulses of her orgasm, which was enough to also push me over the edge and cum. I let the first couple shots go off inside her, but then pulled out and sprayed my cum towards her still-gaping pussy, although a lot of it ended up in the folds of her skirt.

When I was done, and Natalie's scream had died down, I went around to the other side of the table and forced her to clean my cock with her mouth. She didn't seem to care that it had just come from her ass, she just sucked and licked it, until I was satisfied that it was clean. After wiping it dry with the fabric of her vest, I tucked my manhood back into my suit pants.

There was a spattering of girlish giggles and catcalls from the crowd, but I ignored that. Taking my brides' hands, we walked over to where the chef was patiently holding an ornamental knife by the meatgirls.

The roasts had been allowed to cool while I had been fucking the maids, so they were ready for us to perform the traditional cutting of the wedding meat. They had been transferred to large serving trays, with their legs spread out, giving easy access to their pussies.

We started with Iris. Astra took the knife, and I snuggled up behind her, putting my hand over hers on the ivory handle. I slipped my other hand around and touched the tip of my finger against the side of Astra's cunt, and with just a bit of fumbling, we carved out Iris's fillet and put it on a small plate. The cut had come out a bit uneven, since Astra had had some trouble keeping steady because while we were carving the meat, I had been sliding my finger along the same point on my wife's body. She was breathing hard by the time the fillet was on the decorative plate.

I brought the knife over to Celeste, and we repeated the fillet slicing ritual with Mae's pussy. Finally, Astra and Celeste carved out Charon's fillet. It looked like Celeste might have cum slightly while Astra had been tracing her finger along her sister's fillet, just like I had done to each of them.

We each took one of the three little plates of meat and scooped up the tender morsels in our hands. The chef had avoided adding much glaze to these special cuts, preferring to let the natural flavor dominate, so the soft meat was juicy, but not overly sticky. We easily tore off chunks of the fillet in our hands and fed them to each other, playfully rubbing some of the savory juices on each other's faces. We all moaned at the delectable taste, kissing to share each bite.

"Mmm, oh, yeah," Celeste moaned. "The chef was right, Mae's fillet is the best girl meat I've ever eaten."

"All of them are amazing," I agreed between bites. "Just goes to show what a professional can do with a good meatgirl."

In no time, all three fillets had been devoured, leaving Astra and Celeste licking the last traces from each other's faces. With a contented sigh, we all returned to our table, and started accepting congratulations from a steady stream of well-wishers, while the catering staff opened the buffet.


"Ooo," squealed yet another of my new sisters-in-law, "Azzie, Cece, I'm so jealous. That was such a hot wedding; your naked bride outfits are really turning me on. Hey, when I turn eighteen, can I marry you guys, too?"

Celeste laughed. "Well, maybe, Andi. Of course, we might be having another wedding before then, and we'll definitely need some more brides-meat for that. I know you taste delicious, so maybe I should go ahead and claim you for the role."

She cackled playfully and grabbed her little sister in a tight hug, making the girl squeal again, as she tried to escape.

Looking at the many women and teen girls in attendance, I had a realization. I'll bet Astra and Celeste have had sex with very nearly every girl here. I should ask them about that later.

I spotted Julie kneeling at Gary's feet, bobbing her head energetically. She and the other maids had dispersed throughout the crowd during the fillet carving. They appeared to be going around getting groped and kissing anyone and everyone, but I noticed that they tended to mostly kiss people whose mouth was full, so I suspect they were really just trying to get some girl meat to snack on.

The chef had promised that his staff would set aside some of the best cuts for the wedding party to eat later when we got a chance, but I could see that it was going to be a long time before that happened.


After all the congratulations, the next item on the schedule was the dance. I took a seat near the open space we had designated as the dance floor, with Julie in my lap, while Astra, Celeste, and Gary started the father-daughter dance. After they fished out his dick and got it hard, rather than taking each girl separately, Gary embraced both his daughters together. When the music started, he angled himself toward Astra, fucking her while the three of them swayed together. Midway through the song, he switched, putting his dick in Celeste. When the music stopped, he kissed each of them on their cheeks, then stepped aside. The young woman who had been introduced as his newest wife immediately lifted her dress and wrapped her pussy around his still rigid dick.

Julie moaned in disappointment when I nudged her off my lap, so I could stand. She had been grinding her bare bottom on my lap, so there was a bit of a damp smear around the bulge in my pants.

Once I joined them on the dance floor, Astra pulled my dick out of my pants and I took her in my arms. Celeste made sure I slid into our wife's pussy as Astra and I pressed close, then stepped back. When the music started, my bride and I began to move.

"I love you, Henry," said Astra, staring into my eyes while she ground herself against me rhythmically. "I feel so lucky to have a man like you for us to give ourselves to."

"I love you, too, Astra. You and Cel coming into my life is the best thing that has happened to me in a long, long time."

Astra and I danced and fucked slowly until the end of our chosen song. Celeste and Astra kissed before trading places.

After the music started, Celeste whispered, "I am so fucking wet for you right now. Oh, god, Henry, we got married! This wedding has been everything I ever dreamed it could be."

I grinned back at her. "It was worth the wait, huh, darling? You know what? we've got the rest of your life to fuck, but I don't think I can wait until we get home: I'm going to cum in my new wife right here, right now."

Celeste moaned loudly and started fucking me for all she was worth, ignoring the slow beat of the song she had picked. Before the last note of the music faded, she wrapped her legs around me and gave up any pretense of dancing. Astra laughed softly and stepped in to help me support her horny sister's weight until I came inside her.

Several people in the crowd hooted and whistled. The three of us made our way to a couple nearby chairs, then the dance space was flooded with pairs and trios of girls, eager to have fun, too.

Astra leaned close and whispered sternly to her sister, "Hey, what's the big idea, Celeste? We agreed that I would get the first cum."

"Sorry," moaned Celeste. "I couldn't help it. Our husband just decided, so I didn't have any choice."

Celeste was glowing in a way that contrasted with her contrite tone, so I'm not sure how sorry she really was.

"Tell you what," I said to them, "if you girls remind me years from now, I'll make sure Astra gets the last fuck before you die."

Astra looked assuaged. "Well, I suppose that would make it fair. Don't make me wait too long, though, husband."

The three of us kissed, then turned our attention to the girls gyrating on the dance floor.

"Hey, husband," nudged Astra, "looks like Nova could use a dance partner."

I groaned softly, and my wives pulled me to my feet and pushed me in the shy teenager's direction.


Back at home that evening, Connie, Penny and Cassie pulled into the driveway behind my car right after me. I held the back door of my car for my brides, while Julie ran around to my trunk to get the leftover Iris and Charon meat. Although Astra had protested mildly, I had insisted that all of them keep their wedding outfits on at least until we got home. When we got to the front door, I held up my hand to stop them from going in after I swung it open.

Astra giggled girlishly when I scooped her up in my arms.

"I love you, wife," I said, carrying her across the threshold.

"I love you, too, husband."

Astra kissed me when I set her down just inside, then I went back out for Celeste. Julie, along with the bridesmaids and Cassie, who were loaded down with our presents, were grinning almost as much as Celeste when I picked up my other wife.

"I love–"

Celeste cut me off with a kiss when we crossed over.

"Sorry, dear," she murmured. "You were saying?"

I squeezed her lace covered breast firmly without setting her down.

"I think I was saying how much I love wives who don't interrupt me when I'm speaking," I said, in mock reproach. "Astra, head wife of my house, I think we should take our naughty wife to bed and teach her a lesson."

Celeste squirmed and moaned, but continued to cling to me, smiling the whole time.

"Certainly, husband," smiled Astra warmly, leading the way. "Your wish is my command, sir."