Realising the he was outnumbered and that there was no point in arguing even if he wanted to, Josh quickly took off her trousers and underpants, releasing his manhood which had been straining against the front of his underwear since the girls started teasing him. Although they were in a private cubical, the space still felt incredibly public and he feared others overhearing what was going on.

“Oh don’t be silly!” Laura giggled as the girls approached, both licking their lips and kneeling down in front of him on the tiled floor. “You think you’re the first Daddy to get sucked off in the changing rooms?” Josh’s mind reeled. He had never thought of that before but it was true! Who knew what went on within other families behind closed doors, whether those doors be to their house or to the changing cubicles at the swimming pool! The fact that they were out in public, perhaps mixed with his obvious mix of excitement and anxiety, seemed to make this even more fun for the two naked soon-to-be meat-girls as they began by licking his balls and the shaft of his throbbing organ before Amelia took the head in her mouth and began to tease him with her tongue. Trying to relax and just enjoy the experience, Josh leant back against the thin, wooden dividing wall and bit his lip to keep himself from moaning. Although the cubical walls provided visual privacy for people to change behind, they did absolutely nothing to stop sound travelling and he was grateful for the general loud, echoey environment which would hopefully have kept anyone in the neighbouring cubicles from overhearing their situation.

“Why don’t you close your eyes?” Laura suggested, leaning against his shoulder and kissing him on the cheek. Josh did as she suggested and felt Amelia take him deeper, caressing his shaft with her warm tongue for about half a minute before she released him, only for him to feel enveloped in another mouth a second later and he realised that they had swapped. They continued this way for the next few minutes, swapping every thirty seconds or so, sometimes teasing him by stopping then the same girl restarting to see if they could confuse him as to who was who but each girl had their their distinctive style that he could not help but recognise.

“Ready to cum for us, Mr Martin?” Amelia asked sweetly. Without opening his eyes, Josh nodded a little weakly and they the girls restarted their efforts in earnest, bobbing faster, sucking harder, changing every ten seconds now, then every five, so frequently that they did begin to become something of a blur and Josh realised they were in competition to see who could be the one to make him blow his load.

“Aaah!” he could not help gasping as he squirted his hot, thick cream into the eager throat of the waiting pre-teen, opening his eyes to see that it was Samantha, grinning up at him proudly as she swallowed then wiped her mouth theatrically with the back of her hand.

“I’ll let Amelia clean you up she grinned cheerfully, hopping to her feet with a nimbleness both her parents envied, knowing that would never be able to get up from several minutes of kneeling on a hard floor so effortlessly, and reaching for her swimsuit. Not looking too upset at having come runner-up in their little game, Amelia continued to lick and suck the last drops of cum from his tip until he began to soften in her mouth and she too hopped to her feet, giving him a warm and friendly hug before putting on her borrowed bikini.

“Feel better?” Laura teased as she handed him his swim-shorts. Josh had to be honest and admit that he did! The next few hours felt just like any other family outing with one of his daughter’s friends along to join in, which was not especially unusual. The bikini fit Amelia’s slighter frame well enough and some very tight knots in doubled-over straps, coupled with Laura’s parental vigilance, prevented any significant wardrobe malfunctions. Just as Josh had predicted, Samantha’s swimsuit did not entirely cover her meat stamp. At first, about a third of it poked out from under the elastic but, as the day drew on, he noticed that she had allowed that side of the suit to ride up into her butt-crack in a way that she could just about pass off as accidental if challenged although, naive as he could be, Josh was certain she had done it on purpose, wanting to show it off.

If that was her intent then it definitely seemed to work, especially during the times when they would queue on the steps up to the water-slide, waiting their turn. Mostly it was girls behind them who would point it out to each other and giggle but some asked her about it or complimented her while other, younger children asked their parents what it meant and Josh was intrigued to hear the roughly half-and-half split between those who told the truth, that it meant she was going to be eaten soon and that she was top-quality meat, and those who either pretended not to know or rather crossly told their curious offspring they would tell them when they were older, many of them glaring angrily at Samantha’s oblivious back for confronting them with an aspect of life they were not yet ready to discuss with their children.

Her proudest moment came at the top of the “Black Python” water-slide, the wildest and most extreme of all the slides and therefore also the one with the longest queue. Josh and Amelia stood together on the top step as the young female lifeguard who looked to be somewhere between seventeen and nineteen, short for her age but very pretty with a round face, long, dark-red hair in a pony-tail and the kind of sporty figure to be expected from someone who does a lot of swimming ran through the rules with Samantha who was stood at the top of the slide, holding onto the rail with her feet in the gushing water. Her voice was soft and pleasant with the slight Scottish lilt of someone who was born and grew up there but had lived in England for some years. Just as she was about to look away to check the light which would show her whether enough time had yet passed for the previous rider to have completed the slide and be safely out the way of the bottom, she spotted the stamp on Samantha’s rump.

“Hey!” she grinned, “A-grade! That’s awesome!” Samantha beamed proudly as the lifeguard looked around a little furtively, as if trying to decide whether she could get away with what she was about to do or whether it would get her in trouble. “Snap!” she declared cheekily, pulling down the baggy shorts she wore over her uniform swimsuit and pulling up the edge to show the stamp on her own very shapely rump, marking her as another A-grade meat-girl.

“Oh wow!” Samantha gushed. “That’s awesome!”

“When’s your big day?” the older girl asked. “Got it planned yet?”

“Yup!” the young blonde beamed proudly. “I’m going to be Christmas Dinner!”

“Wow nice!” the red-head grinned. “New Year is really the big celebration where my parents are from so I’m going back up there to be spit-roasted at a big family get-together! All my cousins, aunt and uncles, everyone is going to be there. Friends and neighbours too. Probably about fifty people in all!”

“Sounds awesome!” Samantha grinned. “So you’re going to be their New Year piggy?”

“Aye!” he eyes sparkled. “Or the Hogmanay Hog as they call us up there!” Samantha giggled. “Oh but there’s a big line behind you so I’d better send you down the python’s maw!” she chuckled. “Remember the rules?” Samantha nodded, getting ready to launch herself. “Great! Three, two, one,” she counted down, “go! Happy cooking!” she called after her as Samantha lay back with her arms folded across her chest.

“You too!” echoed faintly back up the cavernous fibreglass tunnel.

“Is she yours?” the young woman asked as Josh stepped up to take her place. When he confirmed that she was, she grinned broadly. “Well then I’d say you’re in for a very happy Christmas!”

“And a happy new year to you and yours!” he chuckled before her tone turned professional once more and she ran through the mandatory safety rules which were posted at various points through the queue as well as at the bottom of the steps but which the staff had learned from experience it was important to reiterate verbally to every rider.

At the bottom of the slide, which was admittedly a wild and exciting, if slightly rough, ride, Josh found Samantha and Laura waiting for him, his daughter animatedly telling his wife about the fellow meat-girl she had met at the top with Laura listening indulgently while they waited for the last member of their party to emerge.

With a high-pitched squeal, Amelia flew out of the end of the black tube and landed with a splash, giggling as she quickly vacated the landing zone for the next rider before adjusting the top of her borrowed bikini.

“Right!” Laura grinned once they were all reunited. “Who’s hungry?”

The area of the pool complex that was styled like a beach, albeit a tiled rather than a sandy one, with shallow areas where people could sit and let waves lap around their legs and an assortment of little islands with pirate-themed decorations, activities and water-cannons, had its own fast food outlet with the food being served from an open-fronted “beach shack” and various round tables with parasols in the middle in the area surrounding it for customers to sit it. While Laura and the girls joined the queue for food, Josh quickly returned to the changing room to retrieve his wallet from the locker. By the time he got back, they were nearly at the front of the line but, as they were obviously together, nobody objected to him joining them.

“Better cover this up for now!” Laura chuckled, tugging the bottom of Samantha’s swimsuit back down to at least partially obscure the meat-stamp. “Don’t want someone trying to order you instead of a burger!”

“Yeah true!” Samantha giggled. “Think how disappointed they’d be when we told them I was already spoken for!” A few minutes later, they were able to pick up some trays and made their selection from the paper-wrapped burgers under the heat-lamps, the portions of chicken strips and nuggets and finally the boxes of fries and onion rings. Although the adults placed no official restrictions on what the girls could order, Laura did remind them not to eat too heavily if they did not want to be sick when they went back into the water!

In contrast to the “one of everything” approach they had taken at Burger King, this time they heeded Laura’s advice and chose one burger each with one potion of nuggets, fries and onion rings to share between them. Laura and Josh also opted to share a portion of fries and Josh chose a cheese and bacon burger while Laura went for the breaded chicken strips. The last stop before the till was the soda fountain where they all filled up their own cups then they showed their trays to the cashier so that Josh could pay.

“It’s why they bring me along!” he chuckled to the skinny young man in his early twenties behind the counter as he tapped his card and received a rather weak, “customer service” smile in response.

“Sorry about him!” Samantha rolled her eyes at the young man, putting her arm through Josh’s and patting it. “Come along, Daddy. Let’s get you sat down and fed. You know how you get when you’re hungry!” With another apologetic shake of the head directed at the young man, she led him away and, although a lot of families seemed to have had the same idea around the same time, they managed to find a table.

“So, did the butcher ever get back to you?” Samantha asked conversationally, taking a break from her half-eaten burger and sipping her cola. “About us going to watch Emily’s harvest?”

“Oh yes!” Josh kicked himself for not remembering to tell her earlier. “He replied a few days ago saying that it was okay with him but he’d have to ask Emily and her mum then yesterday afternoon he message to say it was fine and we were more than welcome. You too, of course!” he smiled at Amelia. “Sorry, can’t think why I forgot to tell you yesterday!”

“Hmm yesterday afternoon,” Samantha pondered teasingly, “you couldn’t possibly have had anything else on your mind back then! But seriously,” she grinned, “that’s awesome, Daddy! Thank you for sorting it out! I think it makes meat even tastier if you know where it’s from!” Amelia giggled.

“Thank you!” she beamed. “I know Mummy and Daddy want to have a special dinner with me that evening since we won’t actually be spending Christmas together but I’m sure they won’t mind if I am out for a little while in the afternoon! The butcher’s is really close to my house after all!” she reminded them.

“Well let’s us know once you’ve asked them.” Laura smiled, thinking like a practical mother as always. “Do we know an exact time?” she asked her husband.

“Her appointment’s at three.” he told her. “We should probably get there at least ten minutes before so we can be settled and not cause any interruptions or delays, and he said it should take an hour at most for our order to be ready.”

“Sausages and bacon do take a bit of time.” Samantha nodded sagely, her recent research leading her to consider herself quite an authority on the subject. “Although thankfully not as long as they used to! Did you know it used to take months to make bacon?”

“There are butchers who still do it that way.” Laura explained. “But yes, modern techniques are a lot faster. You know,” she smiled, “while you’re there, it would be nice to pick up something special for Christmas Eve! It will be our last proper meal all together, after all. Maybe I should call him tomorrow and try to pre-order something?”

“Ooh yes please, Mummy!” Samantha enthused. “A nice rump! Or maybe some teen boobs?”

“I’ll see what he has available!” Laura chuckled. “And you know, I’ve been thinking, didn’t you say those other friends of yours live in a care home? The brother and sister that you want to invite?”

“That’s right.” Samantha nodded. “They call it the Dumping Ground, like on Tracy Beaker! The staff there are nice apparently but it’s not like a proper family.”

“Well since you two will be having a sleepover that night anyway,” she suggested, “what about inviting them too? Your bed in plenty big enough for three and we can make up the sofa-bed for… Sorry, what was his name?”

“Rob.” Samantha smiled, “And his sister is Amanda.”

“For Rob.” Laura smiled, making a mental note. “I wouldn’t normally be fussy but if they’re in the care of the local authority then we probably have to be a bit more careful with that sort of thing.” Samantha giggled but it occurred to Josh once again how clever his wife was. T

hey had already agreed that a night like the previous one on Christmas Eve was probably not the best idea. Samantha needed to be well-rested for her big day, as did they if they were going to host and entertain until late in the evening, but also she would want to look her best when her guests arrived and her most tender cut being red and sore as it had been that morning would likely not be the look she wanted to project.

If it had just been the family at home, however, she might have come to them anyway, used her almost irresistible powers of persuasion, but if she had a lot of friends around, especially some who would not be in a position to join in such games, Samantha was far more likely to stick to the plan. Despite this, he could not help hoping that Amelia might find a way to spend a little time with him away from the other children.

“They’ll probably want to get to know us a bit first.” Laura mused. “Why don’t you ask them over for dinner during the week? I can write a letter they can give to whoever’s in charge at the home. I’ll write that tonight and you can take it to school with you tomorrow to give them.”

“Thanks, Mummy!” Samantha smiled. “That’s really kind!”

As they finished their meals, the conversation turned to more mundane topics like school and if there were any events happening at the end of term. The Christmas fair had already taken place a couple of weeks earlier, as had the school disco, and other than getting to watch a movie in lessons rather than doing any actual work on the last day, there was not a whole lot left to look forward to. Inspired by her friend who had roasted at her uncle’s wedding, Samantha suggested it might be a nice idea to take cupcakes, or perhaps some home made mince pies, in on the last day of term which would also be her last day ever at the school, with Christmas Day itself falling on the Monday.

Although the girls were keen to get back in the water, Laura was cautious about them doing anything too energetic so soon after eating so they quickly reached a compromise and, once Josh had been back to the locker to put his wallet away, they made their way to the Lazy River and spent the next twenty minutes floating around the perimeter of the pool complex in inflatable rings, occasionally bumping into each other as they drifted.

Once a suitable amount of time has passed, Samantha insisted they ride the Black Python again, even persuading Laura to join them this time, although she was a little disappointed upon reaching the top of the stairs to find that the Scottish meat-girl was no longer on duty. Still, the young man who had replaced her was pretty cute and she rather enjoyed how he awkwardly tried to avoid looking at the meat stamp on her rump which once again seemed to mysteriously be more exposed than it was supposed to be!

By the time they were ready to leave, it was starting to get dark outside and Laura had arranged with Amelia’s mum to pop into her house on the way home, which they would be passing anyway, to collect her school uniform for the next day.

“I know you said we have to sleep in Sam’s room tonight,” Amelia ventured, peeling off the bikini top once they were once again all together in a communal changing cubical, “but do you think we could both take a bath with you this evening, Mr Martin?” she asked sweetly. “After dinner before we go to bed?” Once again Josh looked to his wife for help and guidance but she simply smirked and shrugged at him again.

“I guess that would be okay?” he answered tentatively, assuming that someone would correct him if it were not, but no such correction came. “It might be a tight squeeze but…”

“Oh that doesn’t matter!” Samantha giggled, pulling her own swimsuit down past her knees. “We’re all friends after all!”

“True! True!” Josh chuckled. “Well in that case, yes. I think it sounds very nice! As long as we all go to our own beds afterwards?”

“We promise!” the two now-naked girl chorused in unison.

“But we need you to be comfortable and relaxed for the drive home, Daddy!” Samantha grinned impishly. “Why don’t you lean back and close your eyes?”


To be continued...