Chapter 1: Introducing the Spartan Spitter

The moment I walked in the door Friday evening, I found myself wishing I had worked late at the office.

"I'm home!" I called out, but it's unlikely my family could hear me over the shrill, overlapping female voices.

"You stupid bitch, give them to me right now! I told you not to fucking go in my half of the closet."

"Fuck you, Iris! It's not like you were going to wear them tonight. And they look way better on me than on a cow like you, anyway."

My middle teenage daughters, Iris and Mae, were in the living room fighting over god knows what, once again. My wife, Esther, was just sitting on the couch looking at her phone, apparently oblivious to the cacophony. While I stood by the door wondering if there would be any point in trying to break them up, I felt a hand on my ass. I turned to find my oldest daughter pulling my wallet out of my pants pocket.

"Blair, what do you think you're doing?" I growled as I retrieved my wallet from her.

"Hi, Daddy!" she said. "Don't worry. It's fine, I just need some money so I can hang out at the mall with my friends."

I disagreed. "I already gave you two hundred this week; what happened to that?"

"Oh," she laughed, "silly Daddy. That was just for the bare essentials, like my new phone case. If I'm going to the mall with the girls, I'll need more than that!"

"Just how much of my money are you after?" I grumbled, over the ongoing sounds of war.

"Really not very much," Blair said unconvincingly. "You won't even miss it, I promise."

"I think all I have is a twenty, so that will have to do."

She looked aghast. "Oh, no, then just lend me one of your credit cards. That'll be easiest. In fact you should really just give me my own card, like you do for Mom."

Her mother chose this moment to join the conversation. "Yes, Henry, she's plenty old enough. Then, she wouldn't have to bother you for money all the time. I had my own credit card when I was much younger than her."

Esther turned briefly and finally acknowledged the cat fight. "Will you cunts shut the fuck up? We're having a conversation over here!"

I rubbed my temple in frustration. "She's twenty-one. If she isn't going to go to college, she should have a lot more than a credit card by now. Like a job. Or an apartment. Or maybe even a boyfriend to live with." I turned to my daughter. "But, if you want a credit card, by all means, go out and get your own card, and your own bank account to pay for it!"

Blair covered her face with her hands and burst into tears that shouldn't have fooled anyone who knew her.

"Now look what you've done," snapped Esther. "You know she's sensitive about her boyfriend situation! And you know it's not her fault. There just aren't enough boys for every girl to get a boyfriend these days."

My wife snatched my wallet and fished out my high limit card.

"Here, baby," she said soothingly. "You go out and get yourself something nice to help forget your mean old dad."

"Thanks, Mom! Bye!"

All signs of tears magically disappeared, along with the gilded plastic rectangle, and Blair was out the door before I could do anything to stop her. I sighed in defeat and took my wallet back. Behind me, Iris and Mae sounded like they were tearing each other's hair out.

"I'll be in my study," I muttered, not really caring if my wife heard me.

My study was my sanctuary. I'd put up a heavy door and extra insulation in the walls to block out the sounds from the outside, and had a strict rule that no one but me and my secretary could enter it without my permission. As soon as I closed the door, my daughters' screams were reduced to a whisper. I plopped into my cushy office chair and clicked on the standing lamp next to my desk. Right away, I noticed that something was off about the lamp.

The lamp was something I had made myself back in high school. The lamp shade consisted of the leather from the entire torso of a busty girl, its buxom shape rigidly preserved with a coat of clear resin on the inside. The shade was mounted on top of a cheap lamp stand, with the brass pole passing through the leather pussy, like a spit. I knew that some people probably thought it was tacky having a softly glowing naked body in my office, but I'd worked quite hard to make it, and even all these years later, I was still proud of how it turned out.

At the moment, the brass pole was bent slightly and there was a sliver of brighter light emerging from a crack running up the middle between the breasts. I turned on the overhead light and got a closer look at the damage. When I touched it, I found that the area near the crack was slippery and damp. I stormed out and quickly located Esther in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of wine.

"Who was in my study?" I demanded. "Someone was in there and broke my lamp."

She sneered when I mentioned the lamp. "Good riddance! I always thought it was creepy having your old girlfriend in the house."

"Seriously, woman? It's been over twenty years since I snuffed her, and you still can't get over that grudge? For the millionth time, it's not her anymore, it's just a lamp now."

"It's shaped exactly like her," she snapped back. "If you ask me, you're the one who needs to get over it. Throw out that ugly garbage and I promise I'll forget that no-good slut ever existed."

I didn't want to get dragged into that old fight again.

"Who," I said slowly, trying to control my anger, "went into my study and broke my lamp?"

"It wasn't me," she said haughtily. "It was probably Julie. I think I saw her coming out of there a while ago."

Our youngest daughter was usually the least likely to give me any real trouble: most of the time, my little daddy's girl was comparatively well behaved.

I found our sixteen year old in her room. She was stretched out on her bed just wearing socks and a tight t-shirt, reading from a thick textbook while fingering herself. She was the athletic one in the family, so her bare, shapely legs were deeply tanned below her swimsuit lines, along with much of the rest of her. When she saw me enter her room, she tried to put on a welcoming smile, but I could see that the smile was riddled with guilt.

"Julie, did you break my girlskin lamp?" I asked sternly.

"Well, I umm," she began, then stopped rubbing her clit and sat up. "I didn't mean to. It was an accident. I'm sorry, Daddy."

"You know you aren't supposed to even go in there, so how exactly did you accidentally break something you shouldn't have even been near?"

"Well, I was horny after school, and Mom says you fuck that lamp all the time, so I didn't think you would mind if I humped it for a while. I always thought it was super sexy, and I didn't know it would break so easily," she whimpered.

I groaned inwardly, That stupid, jealous bitch.

"Baby girl, I do not fuck my lamp," I said in exasperation. "It's a rigid, brittle piece of resin with a thin layer of girl leather on it. It would make a terrible sex toy."

The truth was that I'd jerked out more than a few loads of cum onto that lamp in the middle years of marriage when Esther "wasn't in the mood," and I didn't have another outlet, but my daughter didn't need to know that.

"I'm really, really sorry, Daddy. I liked that lamp a lot. Do you think it can be fixed?"

She seemed to be genuinely remorseful, and I could never stay mad at my baby girl. I hugged her and sighed.

"Yeah, probably. I made it; I should be able to fix it. Just don't try to have sex with any more of the things in my study."

She giggled and snuggled her sun bleached head of sandy hair into my chest. "Okay, Daddy."

"Don't you have a girlfriend you can fuck when you get horny?" I inquired.

"You mean Cassie?" she mumbled. "No, we're not dating, we're just friends. Although I guess we do fuck almost every time she comes over. She tends to want to fuck when she's here, because she–umm, I mean, just reasons. I guess I'd say we're really horny best friends."

Out of curiosity I glanced at the textbook, to see what she had been reading. It was a history book, open to a chapter on the various ways that past cultures had cooked meatgirls. The colorful illustration of a whole roasted maiden at a medieval feast, celebrating a bountiful harvest was rather tantalizing, so I could see why she would've been turned on by her schoolwork.

The house had grown much quieter in the last couple minutes, so I wasn't surprised to find that only one of my daughters was in the living room. Iris was watching TV while eating from a takeout container, and there were a couple other containers of Chinese food on the dining table. The receipt showed two portions of the girl meat potstickers I always ordered, but they were nowhere to be seen, so I took some spicy chow mein, and returned to my study.

After eating, I spent a few minutes patching up the lamp. With some effort, I was able to bend the pole back to very nearly straight. Some super glue reinforced the crack in the shade, but no matter what I did, the leather wouldn't quite join together perfectly any more. I got it close enough to not be too noticeable, but I knew it would never be quite the same again.

For a moment, I considered throwing out the battered old lamp, but picturing the look of smug satisfaction that would've put on my nagging wife's face strengthened my resolve to keep it at all costs.

While the glue was drying, I turned on my computer and got started on some of the work I was planning to get done over the weekend. In the past few weeks, productivity in my department had gone up dramatically, but not exactly for the reasons the IT department was claiming. The new AI tools they'd installed were really good at generating well formatted documents, but they were riddled with nonsense statements and made up numbers, so I and my team had been putting in a lot of hours fixing the work it was outputting. I really needed to find a way to reward all the women working under me for their efforts, especially my highly dedicated secretary.

I got so engrossed in what I was doing that it was well past midnight when I decided to stop. On one of my earlier excursions to refill my coffee mug, I had noticed that Esther was passed out drunk and snoring in the hall by our bedroom, so I knew there wasn't any chance of a good time to look forward to in that direction. Of course, even if she had been conscious and sober, I'm sure she would have claimed to have a headache or something, so a cold shoulder was about the best I would've gotten from her.

Along with all other aspects of our relationship, our love life had been gradually going downhill for a long time. She usually smelled like pussy after getting back from any of the neighbor's houses, so I knew she was still having plenty of sex, it just wasn't with me most of the time. The time I spent at the office was about the only thing that made the situation tolerable, although my patience was truly being strained to the limit.

Rather than heading to bed, I decided to wind down by watching some late night TV in my study. After flipping channels aimlessly for a while, I landed on an infomercial that seemed to just be starting.

"Hello everyone, I'm Ron Popeil. Have any of you ever had trouble with a nagging wife?" asked the familiar man in a blue apron.

"Yes!" replied the studio audience.

"I'll say," I muttered.

Ron continued, "And do any of you have one or more unruly daughters that just won't follow your rules, and gets into trouble all the time?"

"Oh, hell yes!" I said, at the same time the audience chanted agreement.

Good ol' Ronco had my full attention now.

"Well, I have here for you today a revolutionary new female processing machine that is sure to change the way you prepare and cook that special girl, that nagging wife, or those unruly daughters."

Ronco walked over to a large, shiny machine as he kept talking.

"I call this new female processor the Spartan Spitter."

I muttered to myself, "That sounds good, Henry, but don't let him talk you into buying something you can't afford."

Ronco continued to pitch his new machine, pointing out its key features and claiming its superiority over the popular Jessica 3000.

"What would you expect to pay for such a great machine as the Spartan Spitter?" he asked.

"Here it comes," I said.

"The Jessica 3000 is still selling for over $5,000 dollars, but you're not going to pay $5,000 dollars for the Spartan Spitter, you're not even going to pay $4,000 or $3,000. What if I told you that you can take this lovely machine home for just four easy monthly payments of $500 dollars, now isn't that amazing?"

That was a surprisingly reasonable price for a fully automatic spitting machine. In true infomercial style, he went on to throw even more free bonuses into the deal: a large cookbook, an instructional video, and even a farm-raised meatgirl, for practice.

"Okay, okay," I said to the TV, "a good meatgirl alone can set you back half that much. That's quite a bargain."

Two attractive teen girls had joined him on stage; the clothed one leading the other girl, bound and on a leash.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Ron said, "these are my lovely daughters, Anna and Joan. Anna has agreed to demonstrate the female spitting process on the new Spartan Spitter for us today."

Naked Anna smiled weakly at the camera. Ron moved back to the counter where he had started the infomercial.

"You know, I was just thinking to myself, Ron, what is a meatgirl barbeque without the barbeque sauce, so for everyone who calls within the next 30 minutes, I will include in this package, ten gallons of Chef Trolloc's Special barbeque sauce. Supplies are limited so don't delay, call today."

I dug out my wallet and frowned at the absence of my preferred credit card.

I grumbled to myself, "With the way that useless girl is spending my money, I'd literally be losing money by not taking this deal."

After a quick trip to get Esther's credit card from her purse, I came back in time to hear Anna scream in pain as the spit pierced her. In my absence she had been clamped into the Spartan by all four limbs and her neck. Moments later, her screaming was cut off as the spit emerged from her mouth. It extended another two feet in front of her tear-stained face before stopping.

Ron pointed out that the meatgirl was still alive, thanks to the breathing holes in the thick, hollow spit as the machine sliced open her belly, dumping her guts into the bucket below.

"The Spartan Spitter does everything for you; all you have to do is get your meat strapped in and the Spartan does the rest. It's even self cleaning!"

The machine had been sewing up Anna's belly while he had been talking, then Joan pushed a hose into her sister's asshole.

"With the hose in place, the Spartan will now fill Anna's belly with delicious chicken stuffing."

Her belly slowly expanded until she looked nine months pregnant. Ron walked over and gave the mouth watering spit roaster a hard slap on the ass.

"It's that simple," he declared. "All you have to pay for this wonderful new machine is four easy payments of $500 dollars."

Joan removed the hose and replaced it with a sharp anal stabilizer, eliciting a muffled scream from the meatgirl. Ron carried on with his sales pitch.

"There's more! I know most of you have big family barbeques and lots of people to feed, so you're all probably thinking, well Ron, I need to spit two or three daughters for my big family barbeque; one spit isn't enough for my family. Well, I'll solve that right now. I'll throw in two additional spits for that big family barbeque and the price is still only 4 easy payments of $500 dollars."

Ronco looked thoughtful and then went on. "I'm looking at the price, and it still seems a bit high, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do, for everyone who calls and orders my machine before the end of the program about five minutes from now, I'm going to take off one full payment. Now the price is only three easy payments of $500 dollars. Where can you beat that price?"

As I dialed the number at the bottom of the screen, a plan began to form. Drawing inspiration from Julie's textbook, I thought I'd found a way to solve my problems at home and at work all in one stroke. All I needed was a shiny new Spartan Spitter.

Chapter 2: Preparing for the Harvest

Late the next morning, I woke up with a smile. Esther was still drooling on her pillow where I had deposited her, but I don't think any of her faults could've really bothered me that morning. I certainly could have fucked her while she was passed out, but I've never really enjoyed fucking an unresponsive body, and had a better option available to me. I promptly got up and texted my secretary, Celeste, to see if she was willing to come into the office in the afternoon to go over the documents I'd worked on the night before.

When I got out of the shower, I saw that she had replied, agreeing to be there at noon with some sandwiches. That left me with about an hour to spend, so I went out to the backyard to take some measurements and see what supplies I had in the shed. Before leaving for the office, I had made a list of the tools and materials I would need to get from the home improvement store.

Celeste was waiting for me in the office parking lot. Sometimes when I called her in on the weekend she came dressed in casual clothes, but this time my slender blonde twenty-three year old secretary was in her usual business-like pastel button blouse and navy mini skirt.

"Sorry for dragging you out here on a Saturday," I said, although my smile didn't make the apology very convincing.

"No problem, boss." She matched my smile with her own. "I didn't have any plans today, so I don't mind."

Since she had her hands full with our lunch, I held the door open for her. I slapped her ass appreciatively as she passed me, making her jump and then giggle cutely. Once inside, she laid out the sandwiches and a container of chocolate chip cookies in the break room and we started to eat.

"Ooo, are these homemade?" I inquired about the cookies.

"Yes, Astra just pulled them out of the oven this morning."

Astra was Celeste's twin sister. I'd only met her once or twice, but it seemed that Astra was more the homemaker, while Celeste was going for more of a career woman. The two of them lived together with Celeste's best friend, Charon, not far from where we worked.

Celeste grinned at me as she retrieved a sparkling lemonade and diet coke from the fridge.

"You seem to be in a good mood today, boss," she said, handing me my lemonade. "Finally have a good night fucking the missus?"

I'd told her about my frustrations with my wife many times over the last few years, so she knew that that would have been an uncommon occurrence.

I chuckled, "Actually, quite the opposite. We had a minor fight and then I stayed away from her until she drank herself into a stupor. She and I could hardly be any less likely to do anything even remotely romantic."

I let out a long, contented sigh.

"Well, I guess I'm glad to hear it?" she said, pitching it as a question.

"So am I," I said, picking up my sandwich, "because I have a plan to reward the department for all their hard work this last month."

She blinked at the topic jump, but smiled more and more as I told her what I had in mind.

Somehow, as we ate, it seemed that every time I looked away from her and looked back, she had unfastened another button on her blouse. After she finished her sandwich, she stood up and I could see that she had completely undone all the buttons. Then, she slowly came around the table and knelt next to my chair.

With my eyes locked on her bra covered breasts, I mumbled around a mouthful of cookie, "You aren't going to have any dessert? These are really good."

She pulled my legs apart and unzipped my fly.

"Oh," she moaned, "if you don't mind, I've got my dessert right here, sir."

She carefully fished out my quickly hardening dick and began giving me one of her expert blowjobs. I don't recall even once needing to ask her to service me: for the four years she had been my secretary, she'd always had a knack for reading my mood and anticipating my requests. Her talent in that regard is one of the reasons I couldn't imagine working without her. In this case, she had understood that, although I was momentarily happy, I was also still sexually frustrated, and she had chosen to act in a way to seamlessly fulfill my needs.

As she licked, kissed, and stroked my manhood, she moaned about how my cock was her favorite treat and how wonderful it was. Doubtless, a lot of that talk was just for effect, but I knew she really did love the taste of my cum. I allowed her to go at a leisurely pace, while I continued to munch on the cookies. After a few minutes, I forgot all about the cookies as my focus was irresistibly drawn to the warm caresses of her lips and tongue, and my approaching orgasm. I set one hand on her head and slipped the other into her bra, playing with her warm tit encouragingly. She intensified her sucking, and soon I grunted and filled her mouth with my seed. Celeste moaned and eagerly gulped down each spurt as it came out.

She milked me a bit for the last drops, then sat back and tossed her long blonde locks out of her face. Turning her sparkling blue eyes to mine, she slowly, deliberately licked her lips, collecting the drop that had escaped.

"Thanks, boss," she said, in a husky voice.

"Thank you," I replied. "That was great, as always, Celeste."

After carefully putting away my cock and zipping me up, she got to her feet. As we cleaned up the break room and headed to my office to get to work, I was amused to see that my secretary chose not to rebutton her blouse, but instead left herself exposed.

It took us a couple hours to go over the documents and deal with the other endless tasks associated with running a department. While we worked, Celeste had taken every opportunity to "accidentally" press her chest against my arm, shoulder, or back any time she came over to get a better look at my screen. My office was arranged with a large L shaped desk in the middle of the room, with me sitting on the inside corner, and Celeste sitting on the outside at the shorter of the legs, so we shared half the desk and the other half was entirely mine. I attempted to focus mainly on the tasks we were trying to get done, but with her constant teasing, by the end of the pile of work, my cock was straining against my pants.

Once I decided we'd done enough for the day, I stood up and moved next to Celeste's chair. She didn't even need to glance at the bulge in my pants to know what I wanted–she immediately got to her knees and pulled down my jeans. When my cock was free from its constraints and pointing meaningfully at the generous breasts that had gotten it hard, Celeste bobbed her head in one smooth slurp, wetting my entire shaft with her mouth. Now that it was slicked to her liking, she began stroking it with both hands. She smiled warmly up at my face as her hands worked.

"My, my, you've gotten so hard, boss," she purred. "I would be a pretty poor secretary to let you go home with such a large, unresolved problem like this. Don't worry, sir, I know just how to handle this. I'll get it taken care of, just for you."

She certainly did know how to handle it, too. As much as she excelled at satisfying me orally, I noticed that she had developed a habit of ending our after-hours work sessions by jacking me off onto her chest. Not that I had the slightest objection to the variety.

I wasn't in any hurry to finish, but between her skilled fingers and her playful but erotic banter, I wasn't going to last long. When I came, Celeste carefully aimed all my cum onto the bare expanse of skin above her bra, coating herself with the pearly liquid.

"There we go, sir," she said cheerfully. "Much better. Looks like we got it all taken care of."

"Very well done," I said, since I was a big believer in complimenting my subordinates when they had done a praiseworthy job.

She put away my deflated cock, then I pulled up my pants as she got to her feet. Celeste led the way to the exit, swaying her ass deliberately to give me something to look at as we walked.

While I locked the door behind me, she continued slowly towards her car. She hadn't done anything at all to cover her chest or wipe up the obvious streaks of cum she was wearing.

"Well, boss," she called out happily with a wave, "see you Monday."

"See you."

I watched, shaking my head as she drove off.

One of these days, I need to ask her why she likes to go home covered in cum like that, I mused with a chuckle.

I knew that if I stood there too long picturing all the times I'd seen her go out in public openly wearing my cum on her round breasts, I'd probably get another erection, so I shook off the image and headed to the store.

An hour and a half later, I was on my way home with most of the supplies I needed in my trunk and back seat. The girl working the outdoor roasting supplies area at the store had made several good suggestions, so I ended up buying a few things I hadn't planned, but I probably would've just ended up making more trips to end up with the same supplies without her help. The only things I didn't have were the landscaping stones, but I had arranged for those to be delivered on Monday, so I wouldn't have to break my back getting them in and out of my car on my own.

The Spartan Spitter wasn't supposed to arrive until the following Saturday morning, so after unloading everything and taking it to the backyard, I decided to call it a day.

Inside, I found Iris seated in the kitchen eating a PB&J sandwich, from which I surmised that Esther couldn't even be bothered to order GirlDash delivery, so everyone was on their own for supper. Believe it or not, Esther had been a diligent little housewife when we first got married, always having a homemade meal ready for me when I got home. That had only lasted until Blair was born. Ever since then, she had been putting in less and less effort.

While I worked on heating up some canned soup, I took a good look at my short, hefty nineteen year old daughter. She was wearing a tank top and cutoff shorts which were both revealing enough to show plenty of the thong and narrow push up bra behind them. Her E cup breasts seemed to be protesting the half-hearted way she was restraining them, spilling out in all directions. Although her waist wasn't exactly narrow, her hips still flared out farther into a round ass that struck me as perfect for child bearing.

"What are you looking at?" Iris asked, in a cold voice eerily similar to her mother's.

I didn't turn away, but said mildly, "Just a nice ass and some juicy tits."

With a figure like hers, Iris was used to being talked to that way, but never before by me, and her surprise showed.

"Oh. Okay, Dad," she said, in a more neutral tone.

She had finished eating, so with a puzzled glance back to see that I was still looking at her ass, she left, apparently headed for the room she shared with Mae.

Roast or breed. Breed or roast, I debated mentally. That girl's body is begging for one or the other, for sure.

After the microwave dinged, I carried my soup and crackers to the empty dining table and sat down. About half way through my meal, Mae appeared in front of me, pouting with her hands on her hips.

"I need a new phone," she said without preamble.

"Hello, daughter," I responded pointedly, "happy to see you, too. After being away at work all afternoon, it certainly is nice to be greeted warmly by my loving family."

"Daaad," she whined, "I'm being serious. I need you to get me a new phone. My old one is busted."

"Hmm," I hummed gravely. "And how did it get 'busted'?"

Without letting it show on my face, I started sizing up her slender body in light of the coming arrival of the spitting machine. Although Mae was less than a year younger than Iris, no one would have mistaken them for twins. Indeed, they were about as different as sisters could be: where Iris was short and meaty, Mae was tall and lanky. About the only thing they had in common was their dark, smooth hair. Also, despite the difference in their heights, they probably weighed about the same.

She looked down and pressed her toes into the floor distractedly. "Well, it's Iris's fault. She was being mean, and we got into a fight, and then my phone kind of broke when it bounced off her stupid boobs."

Mae certainly wasn't flat, but her chest did not fare well when compared to her older sister's.

I frowned. "You mean you threw it at your sister and it broke."

"Yeah, it's Iris's fault," she repeated, nodding, as if we had said the same thing.

"So, now it's broken and doesn't work at all," I stated probingly.

"Uhm, yeah," she said, looking away.

I tapped out a short text message on my phone and sent it to Mae's number. There was a ding of a notification from her direction. I just raised an eyebrow and waited. Mae squirmed for several silent seconds before giving in.

"Okay, maybe it's not totally broken," she admitted. "But, I still need a new one," she insisted desperately.

"Let's see it," I said, with complete calm.

She pulled it out of her back pocket and set it on the table. I picked it up and looked it over. The case had numerous small scratches, but those all seemed like normal wear and tear for a teenager's phone; the only significant damage was a small crack across one corner of the screen. I tried the buttons and they seemed to be working okay, and the screen showed that it was responding to my touch.

"Seems alright to me," I told my anxious daughter.

"Daaaad," she moaned, "the screen is broken. I can't use it like that."

I stood my ground. "The screen protector is still intact, so you shouldn't cut your finger on the crack. I'd say you're lucky. This really isn't a problem at all."

She gaped at me in confusion. "But, you're still going to get me a new one, right?"

"Certainly not," I said firmly. "You threw your phone, which you obviously shouldn't have done, and threw it at your sister, which is doubly bad. Then, you came to me and lied about it, making the situation even worse. Even if it was broken, at this point I wouldn't buy you a new one. You need to realize that your actions have consequences."

"I… But… My…" she sputtered, struggling to grasp what she was hearing. "But, it's Iris's fault, not mine."

I set aside the urge to immediately snuff my spoiled daughter and turned back to my soup.

"I've made up my mind," I said. "You can live with this phone or have no phone at all, Mae. You aren't getting a new one."

She quickly took back her phone and clutched it with wide eyes. After a few more feeble protests, which I completely ignored, she gave up and wandered off dejectedly.

I bet a few slices of her lean ham would go great in some ramen, I thought cheerfully, as I slurped my soup.

After finishing my meal, I retreated to my study to watch tutorial videos on live spit roasting. The automatic machines looked pretty easy to use, but I also learned a lot about the cooking process and how to handle uncooperative meat. I found myself increasingly looking forward to converting some troublesome cunts into tasty roasts, the more time I spent preparing for it.

Sunday morning, I decided to begin getting things ready in the backyard. I started by stacking the firewood I'd bought the day before in an orderly pile, and putting a tarp over it to keep it dry. I left the spit rotisserie kit and other such things in the shed, figuring they would just get in the way if I got them out before I needed them. After mowing the grass, and cleaning up some, I found that there wasn't really anything more to do until the landscaping stones for lining the fire pit arrived.

When I came inside, Esther and a neighbor friend of hers, Dee, were making out in the living room. They both had their shirts off and were going at it pretty hard when they noticed I had returned.

Esther turned her nose up at me and said, "Come on, Dee, let's take this conversation somewhere more private."

They headed to our bedroom with an air of indignation, slamming the door when they got inside. I just smiled quietly, thinking about what Esther was going to look like with an eight foot metal spit shoved through her.

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When I arrived at work Monday, I encountered a somewhat similar scene: Celeste had the newest girl who worked under me stretched out across our shared desk space and was kissing her in a dominating way. The new girl was just out of high school and seemed like she was a bit overwhelmed by her first foray into the corporate world, but she was eager to please, so she'd probably adapt. I was pretty sure her name was Phoenix.

Without even looking up, my secretary greeted me, "Hi, boss! We won't be too long."

Phoenix squeaked in surprise at seeing me, but Celeste had her pinned, so she didn't try to get up.

"H-hi, boss!" she said, following Celeste's lead.

"Good morning, you two," I replied cheerfully. "Carry on."

As I sat down in my chair, Celeste folded up the younger girl's skirt, revealing a stylish pair of panties.

My secretary clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Wearing panties? That's a dress code violation, little lady. And showing them right in front of the boss, too." She shook her head. "We're going to have to confiscate them."

"What?" said the slightly panicked girl. "I didn't know panties weren't allowed. How much trouble am I in?"

She looked genuinely scared. I hardly ever snuffed my underlings, unless they demonstrated an incurable degree of incompetence, or fucked up so bad that I was forced to terminate them, so she wasn't in any real danger from a minor infraction like this, but she hadn't been with us long enough to know that. Celeste kissed her again to calm her down.

"Relax, baby," my secretary soothed. "You're just losing your underwear, not your meat. Are you wearing a bra?"

The girl whimpered, "Yes."

Celeste smiled comfortingly as she started pulling down the lacy panties.

"Bras are allowed," she admitted, "it's just pants, shorts, and panties which are forbidden on girls. This was all spelled out in the employee handbook: if you missed that, then clearly you need to take another look at it."

Phoenix nodded vigorously. "Yes, ma'am."

"There we go," Celeste said, holding up the scrap of lace. She kissed the bare pussy in front of her tenderly. "Now you are dressed appropriately."

The girl smiled in relief.

I interjected sternly, "This is a minor offense, but don't imagine that you won't be punished at all."

Her face fell and she looked at me anxiously.

"I'll leave the punishment in the hands of my secretary," I said dismissively.

"Thank you, sir," Celeste purred. She rubbed the girl's cunt idly while she considered. "I think for your punishment, I'd better confiscate your bra, too. That should help you remember not to be so careless."

"Yes, ma'am."

Phoenix hastily unbuttoned her blouse, and Celeste unclipped and extracted the bra.

Holding up both pieces of feminine undergarments in front of the girl's face, Celeste said, "If you want these back, you can come home with me and spend the night apologizing more thoroughly for the trouble you've caused."

With a blush, Phoenix replied, "Yes, ma'am. Thank you."

I couldn't help but compare the mostly naked girl on my desk to my daughters, who were about the same age. Phoenix looked most similar to Mae: with perky C cups, pale skin on a tall, graceful body, topped with dark hair.

Celeste buttoned a single button over the teen's chest and helped her to her feet. When the girl was part way out the door, Celeste spoke to her again.

"One more thing, Fee: no masturbating at your desk today, no matter how horny you get. You're being punished, so don't forget it."

The teen's blush deepened. "Yes, ma'am," she squeaked before closing the door.

I let out a quiet laugh, "Do you always have to scare them like that? There are other ways to teach the new girls about the rules, you know."

Using one excuse or another, I'm quite certain that my secretary had coaxed each of the women in my department into spending the night with her, and at least a few outside it, too.

Celeste twirled the captured panties around her finger with a grin. "But this way is more fun. Plus I get to strip them naked on your desk. You can't tell me you don't enjoy that part. Hmm, speaking of which…"

She came around to my side of the desk and got to her knees next to me. I chuckled again as she pulled out my dick and started sucking. While she was helping me relax, I skimmed my emails and sent a few short messages. After I came, we discussed the topic foremost in both our minds.

"So," I opened, "have you told anyone about the big spit roast next weekend yet?"

"No. Since this is a reward for all of us, I assumed you would want to go around and manually 'encourage' each girl as you invited them," she said with a smirk.

Celeste was sitting on the edge of my side of the desk with her legs spread as far as her tight skirt allowed. I reached into her skirt and started "encouraging" her clit with my thumb. My most common technique for rewarding my underlings involved a few well placed fingers up the deserving skirt. As my fingers manipulated my secretary's familiar folds, I worked out some details of the party out loud.

"How many girls do I have under me now? Twenty?"

"Actually, it's twenty two, including me, sir," she corrected softly.

"Hmm. It's hard to justify more than one roaster with a crowd that size. I think I should open this up so the girls can bring a 'plus one.' Do you know if any of them are married or have boyfriends?"

A small moan escaped her lips when she answered. "No, none, sir. But pretty much all of them have girlfriends to some degree or other. Of course, a few are dating within the office."

I nodded. "Well, that should at least get us up to a two-meatgirl sized party. Now then, I think it's time to go hand out the invites."

My secretary didn't quite stifle a whimper as my hand left her. I offered my fingers to her mouth to suck clean, which she immediately did.

I issued her my instructions before we left my office. "I'll encourage them below, you engage their lips whenever I'm not looking for them to speak, okay?"

"Yes, sir," she said, with her usual enthusiasm.

An hour later, we returned to my office. As soon as the door was closed, Celeste pulled down her skirt and sat on the desk with her legs wide open.

"Sir," she said breathily, "with all due respect, if you don't fuck me right now, I am going to go back out there and rape the first girl I see."

An hour of making out had clearly gotten my secretary very worked up, her makeup smeared with traces of other shades she had picked up. Plus, more than a few of the girls had reached up her skirt to express their gratitude while we were issuing the invite, but we hadn't ever stayed in any one cubicle long enough for Celeste to cum. I was also ready for some relief: my cock had been tenting my pants for at least the second half of our trip around the floor.

I grinned and dropped my pants. I was already plenty hard and she was soaking wet, so my first stroke had me deep inside her.

She immediately cried out happily, "Oh, sir, you actually did it. I was beginning to think you'd never fuck me."

She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me tightly against her.

I grunted, "Fuck, you're so tight, Cel. God, it's been too long since I've fucked a young pussy."

"Why," she panted, "why haven't you fucked me before, sir? I've wanted you in me since the day you hired me."

"You never asked," I said simply.

She stopped moving for a second, and looked at me in surprise.

"What? That's it?" She was incredulous. "All I had to do was ask? Well, fuck me," she cursed to herself.

"I'm already doing that," I smirked, thrusting harder.

That got a little laugh from her, which was quickly overtaken by panting as we both got more active. I tore open her blouse and started roughly massaging her breasts. That sent her over the edge and she cried out her ecstasy.

“Hey, boss, where–oh, I can come back later,” said Natalie, the most senior of my underlings. I hadn't heard her knock, but my attention wasn't really on the door behind me. “Lucky girl,” she sighed, as she left.

“She must have heard us before she came in,” panted Celeste. “I bet she just wanted to see you in action, sir. Maybe some light discipline would be in order later.”

I grunted agreement, but I didn't let the brief interruption phase me. A few minutes later, I felt that familiar tightening in my groin and unleashed deep inside my secretary. She cooed contentedly when she felt that I had finished.

Reluctantly, she released her grip on me with her legs and went limp on the desk. I walked around to the other side and silently offered my soft, messy cock to her mouth. She quickly and efficiently sucked me clean and tucked me away like she had done so many times before, after a blowjob.

"Thank you, sir," she said, with passion, as I plopped into my chair. "I really needed that."

"We both did, Celeste."

"For the record, sir, you can fuck me anywhere, anytime. You don't have to wait for me to ask, or even consent: just take me."

"Duly noted. Now, I think we both have jobs to do."

"Yes, sir. Just give me a second."

My secretary looked about as happy, and well fucked, as any woman I've seen.

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Chapter 3: A Taste of Peace

The week seemed to fly by: before I knew it, it was Saturday morning. I was so eager that I got up early and went out three times to verify that everything was ready in the backyard. Along with the new firepit, I had put up a folding table and three large, empty coolers to hold the food and drinks. Everything was as ready as it could be until the delivery.

When I came back inside for the third time, Julie was eating cereal in the kitchen.

"Good morning, babygirl," I greeted her with a kiss on the neck. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"Morning, Daddy," she said cautiously. "You've been in a really good mood all week."

She glanced around quickly to see that we were alone. "You're planning to roast some girl meat on that new firepit you've been building, aren't you?"

I just grinned. In addition to anticipating the arrival of the Spartan Spitter, my mood had been definitely boosted by the fact that Celeste had chosen to ride my cock in place of many of the blowjobs she typically provided to help me relax at work. Oddly, the two days we had worked late, she had still chosen to give me a handjob and go home covered in cum at the end of the day.

I could see that Julie wanted to ask more, but was nervous about what my answers might be. I left her wondering what was going on, and headed out to the driveway with a few tools.

Fifteen minutes later, when I came inside to wash the engine grease from my hands, a bleary eyed Iris was eating pop tarts on the couch. She had clearly just woken up, with her hair still in a tangled mess and only wearing the panties and ripped t-shirt she slept in. When I spoke to her, she just grunted and kept watching the TV.

At about nine o'clock, a delivery truck pulled up and stopped in front of the house. I went out and directed them to deposit the large wooden crate in the back, while I signed the delivery slip. A naked, wide-eyed meatgirl followed the crate and stood next to it looking around excitedly. I had been worried that the complimentary meatgirl would just be skin and bones, given what I paid for her, but she seemed to be of decent quality.

After the truck left, I got a crowbar and started prying open the wooden crate. Once I had it open, I paused to read the list of parts on the packing slip. The meatgirl timidly came up to me and spoke.

"Master? I am your meatgirl." Her voice had that odd accent that seems to be common for farm raised meatgirls.

I chuckled. "Yes, I know. Welcome."

She smiled, but seemed unsure what to do with herself. I decided to put her to work.

"You see these boards," I waved at the pieces of the crate I'd removed. "Take them over to the firepit."

I pointed out the ring of large stones, in case she didn't know that word. She nodded eagerly.

"Yes, master."

While I was removing the various straps holding the styrofoam padding around the Spartan, Julie came outside. I could see the relief on her face when she spotted the meatgirl.

"Ah, Julie, give me a hand with this," I said.

"Sure, Daddy," she smiled.

Working together, we got the machine positioned where I wanted it and off of the remainder of the crate.

"So shiny," she breathed, running her hand over the machine's chrome finish.

The meatgirl had piled most of the loose wood in the firepit, but I could see that she had no idea how to build a proper fire, so I called her over to us.

Pointing to the hefty cookbook on the ground, I said, "Baby, take the meatgirl inside and help her make a batch of stuffing. She's supposed to know how to cook, but she'll probably need help finding things."

"Okay, Daddy," my daughter replied. "Come on, meat, let's go do some cooking."

"Yes, master. I can do cooking," she responded happily.

"Hey, baby," I held up two fingers, "make a double batch."

Julie gulped visibly. "Yeah, okay."

As I watched them head inside, I wondered briefly if the meat even knew the word 'mistress.'

The tutorials I had watched said that the fire needed time to heat up, so I rearranged the wood and lit some kindling at the bottom of the wooden pyramid. Once the wood was starting to burn, I was satisfied that it wasn't going to go out, so I returned to the Spartan.

It only needed to be plugged in, then it was supposed to be ready to go. I decided to do a test run without any meat. Aside from beeping and showing an error code at the end reading STUFF HOP, it all appeared to be working correctly. A quick look in the manual showed that the error was because the stuffing hopper was empty, which made sense, so I pressed the indicated button to skip the stuffing step and all the restraints popped open, and the machine played a cheerful little chime.

I laid the three provided spits behind the machine and went inside. Esther was standing just outside the kitchen in a long robe, watching idly as Julie and the meatgirl were busy mixing ingredients in two large bowls.

"Hey, Daddy, we're almost done," Julie said.

Esther eyed me. "So, this is what you've been working on all week. Some fresh girl meat will be nice, I suppose."

I smiled broadly at my wife. "Yes, it will, won't it. Go gather up the girls, I want everyone outside to watch the spitting."

My wife shrugged and headed to the bedrooms. She almost bumped into Blair, who was coming out of the hallway.

"Oh, honey," Esther said, "your father wants us to go out back and watch him spit a meatgirl."

Blair looked over at me and then the activity in the kitchen. She raised her middle finger in my direction and kept walking for the front door.

"Fuck that," she said. "I'm going out to meet my friends."

Esther just shrugged and said, "Bye, dear."

After the front door slammed shut, I noticed Julie looking at me anxiously. I smiled knowingly.

"Don't worry about that," I told my daughter quietly. "Just work on that stuffing."

"Sure," she drawled doubtfully. "The stuffing is done, actually."

"Perfect," I nodded.

They picked up their bowls and followed me outside where we carefully scooped the stuffing into its receptacle on the spitting machine. About when we finished, Esther and our middle daughters joined us. I could see the meatgirl eying the machine, anticipating the order to mount it, so I took her hand.

"Wait," I commanded clearly. "My other daughter isn't here yet. I'll tell you when it is time."

She said, "Yes, master," then started rubbing her cunt.

I noticed that she was soaking wet, probably having been trained to be aroused by the machine.

A moment later, the back door banged open and an annoyed looking Blair came out.

"Dad, my shitty car won't start," she complained loudly. "Go fix it for me, right now. I have to go or my friends will wonder where I am."

"Ah, you mean the car that I bought and paid for and you've been complaining about for the last three years? I'll fix it tomorrow," I promised truthfully. "Right now, it's time to spit some meat."

Since I was the one who had disabled my wife and daughter's cars, I knew I would easily be able to reverse it once I was ready to have them working again.

"No, you're going to fix it now," she demanded. "In fact, you should buy me a new one that doesn't suck so much, you lazy fucker."

I smiled darkly, "Well, I was wondering who to start with. Thanks for making this easy. Blair, you get to be the first one to try out my shiny new Spartan Spitter."

Her face drained. "What? No, I'm not some meat slut! Let go of me! Ow, ow, ow. I won't do it!"

I grabbed the top of her ear tightly and used it to pull her over to the machine. To avoid tearing her ear off, she was forced to follow my hand until I had her head above the neck clamp. Then, with both hands, I shoved her head down until the restraint clicked around her neck.

"Give me a hand," I ordered the surprised meatgirl standing next to me.

Together, we pulled each of Blair's limbs into place until the frantic girl was completely helpless. The whole time, Blair was screaming and cursing at me, while the rest of the family just watched, slack-jawed. I handed a spit to the farm girl, trusting that she knew where to put it. Taking the knife I had used to unpack the machine, I cut off all of Blair's clothes and pulled the scraps of cloth out of the machine. The meatgirl had correctly mounted the spit, with the tip pressing into Blair's pussy, so I pressed the 'Start' button and watched it begin to move.

The doomed girl's cries turned to desperate pleading, but there was no escape for her now.

"Daddy, I'll be good, I don't need you to fix my car. Just let me go and I'll do whatever you want. Aaaah, fuck! Please, Daddy, aaaah!"

Her screams devolved into a wordless sound before getting cut off by the arrival of the spit in her throat. As soon as she was silenced, several other female voices filled the air all at once.

"All right! About time that spoiled bitch got what she deserved," scoffed Mae.

Esther said, "Well! I don't see why you had to snuff our dear little Blair when you had a made-to-order meatgirl standing right there."

"That was so cool," Iris exclaimed. "I've never seen a meatgirl go out like that. Look, the dumb cunt is still trying to fight the spit."

Julie wisely stayed silent and just watched.

When I picked up another spit, things suddenly got quiet again. I posed in front of the Spartan Spitter, holding the spit like a roman soldier standing at attention with a spear in hand, looking over the nervous rank of female meat.

"Now then," I addressed them, "I can see that I have your attention."

There was a wet sound and some organs splashed at my feet. I looked down and saw that Blair's intestines were scattered across the ground.

"Damn it, I forgot to put the bucket under the machine," I muttered, and stepped out of the splash zone.

"As I was saying," I resumed, "things are going to be different from now on. All of you will either shape up and start doing as you are told, or you will get to find out what it's like to have this fine steel dildo shoved out your insubordinate mouth–from the far end."

The Spartan hummed a different sound, so I glanced back to see that the meatgirl had inserted the stuffing tube and Blair's stitched up belly was beginning to fill up.

"And don't go thinking that I'd only dare snuff one or two of you at a time. If I get fed up with your whining and your bitching bullshit, I can, and will, snuff each and every one of you, if that's what it takes to get some peace in my own goddamn home."

"In case you weren't getting the idea, let me spell it out clearly. If you are disobedient, then you are asking for the spit. If you are whiny or needy, then expect to get the spit. If you pester or harass me, or you can't get the fuck along: the spit. In short, if you piss me off, I'll snuff you."

There was a small cry of pain as the anal stabilizer went in the roast's ass.

"Why don't we start with a simple new rule and see how you do with it. I can't think of a single reason any of you should wear clothes around the house. If you need to put something on to go out to school or a job or something, I'm willing to allow it, if you ask nicely. But, your default should be complete nudity, unless I say otherwise."

They all just looked at me, trying to judge if I was serious. The Spartan chimed its happy little jingle, as if on cue, reminding them of their precarious position. Julie was the first to start removing her clothes, with Iris and Mae quickly following.

Esther put her hands on her hips and sneered at our daughters. "That's right, cunts, it's about time we taught you girls to behave. We're sick and tired of your bitching and disrespect. You're all going to start acting like ladies, or else."

I angled the spit in my wife's direction and spoke coolly. "Don't think that you are exempt, bitch. You'd better fucking get naked, and quick. In fact, you're the worst one standing here. You are the reason this cunt," pointing back at the spitted meat, "was such a spoiled, entitled, good-for-nothing bitch."

She opened her mouth to snap back at me, but then her eyes focused on the tip of the spit a few inches in front of her face, and she clapped her mouth shut again. Glaring at me the whole time, she slipped off the robe and peeled off her pajamas and panties, throwing them on the ground on top of our daughters' discarded clothes.

I continued speaking to Esther. "Since you seem to think yourself special, I have some special instructions, just for you. From now on, whenever someone comes to the door, you are to greet them very politely and let them know that I've renamed you to 'Bitch' and, no matter who it is, you are to offer to give them head. Actually, all you girls should step up your game on welcoming visitors. All of you exist for my pleasure, and by extension the pleasure of anyone I invite into my home, so make sure you make them feel very welcome."

"Any questions so far?" I inquired.

The girls shook their heads and Esther ground her teeth and glared, but said nothing. I was really enjoying seeing all my girls lined up, completely naked and vulnerable.

"Good," I said with satisfaction. "You are all going to get a chance to practice your hospitality very soon. I've invited some people from work to come over and enjoy some nice fresh girl meat."

"What?!" Esther slipped before catching herself.

I noticed that all of them were clutching their phones discreetly. I frowned at that.

"Another thing– everything you think you own, I paid for, so you can give up the idea that anything is yours until I say so. That includes those phones. And everything in your rooms."

Mae groaned. Iris was holding her phone so close, it almost looked like she was trying to merge it in her generous cleavage.

"You girls might be permitted to get some of it back if you can prove that you can behave," I declared.

"Master?" interrupted the meatgirl timidly.

I'd almost forgotten she was there. "Hmm, what?"

"Meat is ready for cooking," she said, in her simple way.

While I was laying out the new order of things in my castle, she had pinned Blair's arms and legs into place, so the roast was ready to cook.

"Right, right," I said. "Julie?"

The girl jumped at her name.

"Help the meatgirl get this cunt over the fire," I told her. "And give me your phone."

"Yes, Daddy," she said quickly, and handed over her phone.

"The rest of you come with me," I said, holding up the phone. "We are going to put away all the things you girls don't need any more."

"Daddy?" Julie said timidly, with her hand up.

"Yes?" I asked, curious what she could need.

"Blair's contacts…" she inquired.

I looked at Julie for a moment before understanding. I'd forgotten that my oldest daughter wore contact lenses. I don't know if anyone would want to eat her eyeballs, but melted plastic is never something you want in your food.

"Right, babygirl," I replied. "Take them out. And her earrings. That's a good girl."

I patted Julie's bare cunt gently and kissed her cheek.

"All right," I turned back to the others. "Mae, gather the clothes. Follow me."

I had them deposit their clothes and phones in one of the bedrooms, then locked all the rooms, so they wouldn't be tempted to use any of the things that were off limits for now. I put all the girls to work on miscellaneous tasks after that, mostly just to keep them busy.

Back outside, Julie and the meatgirl had Blair turning over the fire and were working on the first coat of barbeque sauce. I spent some time tending to the fire and just generally trying to look like I knew how to run a spit roast. When Julie ran out of things to do, I had her fetch a blanket to lay out. After she had spread it in the yard, I cupped my hand under my daughter's cunt and rubbed her clit.

She moaned quietly as I gave her her assignment. "You and the meatgirl are in charge of basting the roast and tending the fire. Whenever there isn't anything to work on, you two should play on the blanket. I can clearly see–and feel–that you two are thoroughly enjoying this roast, so no need to try to hide it."

"Yes, Daddy."

I winked at her and she blushed shyly. The meatgirl clearly didn't understand most of what I'd said, but when Julie guided her to lay on the blanket, the farm girl immediately caught on to what they were doing. The two of them were moaning and writhing in a very entertaining way in no time. There wasn't anything to do but wait, so I watched them for quite a while.

They'd paused to tend to the roast several times, and Blair had turned a lovely shade of brown, so it must have been quite some time later when the back door opened and a casually dressed Celeste came out carrying a bag of ice.

"Hey, boss! Mmm, that roast smells good!"

Celeste was followed by Iris who was carrying some more ice. They were dumping the ice into the coolers when I came over to them.

"Welcome, Celeste," I grinned at her. "Did you have any trouble picking up the catering?"

I had assigned my secretary to get the drinks and side dishes, and asked her to show up early to help with the final preparations.

"No problem at all," she replied. "Oh, since the party isn't for several hours, we're putting a lot of the food in the oven to keep warm. I hope you don't mind that I put your girls to work. Love the way you have them dressed up, by the way. Very sexy. Especially your oldest."

Celeste nodded towards the slowly turning spit, and I chuckled. Then, she gently placed a hand on Iris's ponderous breast making my daughter yelp and pull away from the woman.

"Certainly. My girls are here to serve," I assured her. "Feel free to use them however you'd like."

I gripped Iris by her ass and pushed her closer to Celeste.

"Don't be rude to our guest," I said quietly to my daughter. "She's more than welcome to touch any part of you she likes."

"Okay, Dad. Sorry," she quavered. "I just wasn't ready for how cold her hands were."

I turned to Celeste who had started watching Julie and the meatgirl. "Sorry about Iris. I hope 'Bitch' greeted you more intimately when you arrived."

She looked at me, puzzled. "Bitch? Is that Esther's friend? She and your wife were so busy chatting that I hardly got more than a glare from them when I got here."

My smile fell away, and Iris edged over behind Celeste.

"Actually," I said grimly, "Bitch is the new name I've given my wife. She had very specific instructions on how to greet people and it sounds like she isn't taking me seriously. I wish I could say I was surprised."

I called out to my youngest daughter to follow, then all of us, including the curious meatgirl, went inside to find my bitchy wife. She was in the middle of an animated conversation with Dee, so she didn't even notice me until Celeste and the three naked girls crowded in around me.

"–and it'll be much easier to not have to do their laundry all the time," she was saying. "I'm glad I finally had Henry start cooking them. Four grown girls were too many for this little house. I think I'll have him snuff Ju…"

She trailed off when she realized I was standing next to her. I decided to go for the indirect approach.

"Hello, Dee. Out of curiosity, what do you think of my wife's new name?"

She was obviously confused by this and looked at Bitch for directions.

"Oh, uh, yes. It has a nice ring to it." She abruptly changed her tone. "I mean, I'm sure other people are really into pet names for their spouse, but it's not really for everyone."

I laid a hand at the base of my wife's neck, warning her to stay silent.

"Poor guess," I said, "I'm not talking about anything that complementary. She didn't even mention that, per my orders, she goes exclusively by the name 'Bitch' now, did she? And I suppose she skipped the rest of her simple, mandatory greeting ritual with both you and Celeste, hmm?"

"Also, Charon," interjected my secretary quietly.

I looked around and saw that Celeste had brought her best friend as her 'plus one,' so Charon and Mae had joined the group watching this tense exchange.

"She, uh, when I…" Dee floundered.

She didn't really have any avenue to aid her friend, so she stumbled into silence. I waved Celeste and Charon over closer.

"Now, Bitch," I said, easing the pressure on her neck, "do you have anything to say to our guests?"

She coughed once before speaking. "Dee, baby, would you care for a nice little orgasm?" she tried sweetly. "I'd be happy to help you cum all over my face if you'd like."

Our neighbor twitched her head back and forth nervously. "No, I, uhm. I think I'll pass for now."

"And?" I prompted, waving to my secretary and her friend.

Scowling, she looked at Charon. "Would you like to be eaten out?" she growled.

"If this cutie is doing it, sure," she gestured to Mae. "But not from you, no."

Mae rubbed her naked thighs together and tried to smile at Charon, but the moment didn't really lend itself to flirting. We all looked at Bitch expectantly.

She glanced at me and snarled, "I'm not going to be a fuck toy for your whore mistress. Go to hell, slut!"

That last line was obviously directed at Celeste.

"Well," I sighed, "I think everyone here can see that I've given you far more chances than you deserved. Let's go get you spitted."

She tried to change her tune, but it was no good. "Oh, no, wait. Maybe I could do something else. We don't have to go that far. Darling."

I started pulling her to the door. She wiggled out of my grip and yelled.

"Dee, you cunt, help me!"

I slapped my wife across the face hard enough to knock her down. Dee winced and looked away. I pulled my bitch of a wife to her feet again.

"You know there's no getting out of this," I told her. "You've been asking for this with your constant bitching and nagging for a long, long time. Try to at least go out with some dignity."

She whimpered and sobbed all the way out to the Spartan. She only resisted slightly when I locked her into position. She continued crying quietly when I set the spit in the machine and pressed it into the entrance to her pussy.

I paused to see if I could think of any fitting parting words, then shrugged and pushed the button.

"Fuck, fuck, oh fuck," she swore as the spit slid deeper and deeper into her body.

When it pierced her womb, she changed to one long wordless scream until the spit got deep enough to silence her. I went ahead and inserted the stuffing hose in her ass while the Spartan was beginning to gut her. The wet sounds of her organs hitting the ground drew my attention to the front of the machine.

"Damn it," I muttered. "Forgot the bucket again. Stupid bothersome meat, making me rush the process."

"Can I help?" said a cheerful voice.

Celeste had come up close and was looking over the naked woman getting spitted with what appeared to be a mixture of hunger, lust, and triumph.

"Oh, sure," I said. "Why don't you remove her jewelry?"

"Yes, sir!" was the can-do response.

I belatedly got a bucket and started scooping the mess on the ground into it.

Celeste had located the meat's nipple stud, but was having trouble getting it off with the meat still mounted on the machine. After waiting long enough for the Spartan to finish sewing up the gutted belly, she leaned in and took the whole nipple in her mouth. When she stood up, a bite mark was left in place of the nipple. Intrigued, I stopped gathering up intestines to watch as Celeste chewed carefully for a moment, before spitting the small metal bar into her hand.

"I hope you don't mind that I took the first bite," she grinned at me, having apparently swallowed the meat.

"Sure, whatever," I shrugged.

She moved to the back side of the Spartan to look for more jewelry.

Celeste made some small frustrated sounds before saying, "Hey, boss, I can't get her rings off. She's making a fist and I can't get the rings past the knuckle unless she opens her hand."

I thought for a second and then moved to the ass end of the spit, and clamped my hand over the hollow end.

"There," I said. "Just let me know when she starts cooperating and I'll let her breathe again."

It was only about thirty seconds later that Celeste said, "Ah, there we go. Just a moment… got the engagement ring."

I released my hand from the hole and was amused to hear a bit of a whistling sound as the meat gasped in some air through the spit. Just then, the Spartan played its little happy sound and the restraints popped open. I inserted the anal stabilizer, which made the spitted meat jerk in pain.

While Celeste worked the wedding ring off my former wife, I admired the spitted meat. I found her full, round belly quite attractive.

"You know," I said, "it's been far too long since I've seen this slut with a belly like that. I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed seeing her naked and ready to pop. The new piercing is a definite improvement over the old one, though. A full body stud really suits her."

Dee actually snickered at that. Celeste chose that moment to step up to me. She leaned over slightly and held out the nipple piercing and two rings. The way she was angled, I could see down her loose t-shirt, between her bare breasts and to the taut navel beyond.

"So, sir," she teased, "are you thinking of getting right back into dating?"

I pulled my eyes up from her inviting body to the glint in her eye and laughed.

"At least wait until my previous wife starts cooking before vying for her job," I told the seductress.

She giggled girlishly, "Oh, alright. I was really hoping you'd be open to multiple relationships. Well, anyway, this meat looks like it's ready to go. Would you like me to help carry her to the fire?"

I shook my head in mock disbelief and took the jewelry from my secretary.

"Let's move the first roast to the side before anything else," I announced to the hungry looking group. "We can pick off some parts of her for a light lunch. The rest of the guests won't be here for a couple hours, so we should have time to carve up the rest to serve at the party, after we get a bite to eat."

Celeste and I issued orders to the girls and together we quickly had Blair moved to a stand to rest, Esther mounted over the fire, and the table inside set for lunch. We only brought in enough chunks of Blair's meat for a light meal, knowing that it wouldn't be too long until the feast at the party. Somehow during the meal, Mae ended up sitting on Charon's lap and hand feeding her bites of her barbequed sister.

After we ate, I issued some more tasks for my girls.

"Julie, you and the meatgirl get back to the firepit and tend to the new roast. Iris, help Celeste pack the coolers with drinks. Mae," I paused, noticing that Charon was toying with Mae's tits. "Mae, you focus on hospitality. I'll bet at least one of our invited guests would enjoy getting fingered or eaten out."

I winked at Mae and Charon. Hopefully Dee, who was still munching on some girlmeat, would take the subtle hint about not being invited and go home. I got to work carving up the rest of the cooked meat.

After I had filled the first tray of shredded barbequed girl, I stopped to look around. Julie and the meatgirl had basted the roast, so they were lounging on the blanket again. Charon was standing near the firepit watching the naked meat cooking. Her shorts were around her ankles, giving Mae room to kneel between her legs and slurp at her cunt. Celeste was teasing Iris's nipples with an ice cube, then warming them up again in her mouth. Iris was trying to keep still, but no doubt she couldn't help but remember what had just recently happened to her mother's nipple in that very same mouth.

The bitch roast was obviously still alive, since she was squirming around. At first I thought she was just writhing in pain, but then I realized what she was actually doing.

Damn, she's actually trying to fuck herself with the spit while she cooks, I mused. If even the meat is having sex, maybe I'll take a little break, too.

I stepped over to the blanket and said, "Hey, baby girl, want to give your old man a blowjob?"

"Sure, Daddy!" Julie answered.

My youngest daughter clearly didn't have a lot of experience sucking on a man's cock, but she was enthusiastic. Between the alluring spit roasts and having all my girls walking around naked for the last few hours, I didn't need much to cum, so soon I was feeding my little girl a fresh load of the sperm that made her.

With Iris, Celeste, and me working on it, we were completely ready by the time my underlings started arriving. Due to the number of them and the limited parking space at my house, they arrived in batches, either from the bus or from carpooling. In short order, the backyard went from lightly populated to densely packed with women. Several of the 'plus ones' arrived at least half naked, which definitely added to the festive atmosphere.

Once I judged that we probably had everyone, I got everybody's attention and gave a little speech about how proud I was of them and so on. When I got a little sidetracked talking about the bountiful harvest feasts of ancient times, Celeste nudged me, and I wrapped up by telling everyone to eat and drink all they wanted.

"We can always throw another one of my girls over the fire if we run out," I announced cheerfully to a spattering of laughter.

I stationed myself next to the dimly glowing fire pit to carve off slices of my glistening, golden roasted wife. Blair had been completely parted out and transferred to serving dishes, so I thought it would be nice to leave the bitch over the embers to show off her curvy feminine figure.

To make up for the absence of chairs, we'd laid out blankets, nearly to the point of covering all the grass. These proved to be quite popular. After the line at the firepit slacked off, I noticed that more than a few of the women lounging on the blankets were getting intimate with each other. Iris, Mae, Julie, and the meatgirl had been kept busy working the crowd: offering to kiss, caress, finger, or otherwise serve anyone who wanted them. It warmed my heart to see the women working under me getting along so well with each other.

"Mmm, you really know how to throw a hot party, boss."

Celeste came over and stood by me, admiring the increasingly naked sea of female bodies. Dee had returned, and brought a few more of the single female neighbors with her. Although they undressed and started toying with each other, they seemed to be keeping to themselves after helping themselves to some food, so I ignored them.

"This party was the best idea I've had in a long time," I sighed. "Everyone is really enjoying themselves, aren't they?"

"Yeah," she said coyly, "except it looks like you're not getting any of the fun action, mister host. Well, I'm not going to stand for that."

She cupped the firm lump in my pants. "Would you like to mingle or would you rather bend me over and fuck me right here, sir? I haven't had your cock in me since yesterday and I'm really starting to miss it."

"Strip naked," I ordered crisply.

"Yes, sir!"

Celeste promptly shucked her clothes off and looked at me eagerly for my next command. She looked a little disappointed when I just pointed her at the nearest blanket which was not completely filled. When I kept close behind her, she brightened again.

Celeste settled down, partly reclining on top of a coworker's bare chest, kissing the woman briefly in greeting. By the time she was situated, with her legs spread invitingly, I had already removed my pants. When I got close enough, my naked secretary guided my cock into her pussy.

The next three hours were essentially a free-for-all orgy. At Celeste's coaxing, and more than a few open invitations, being the only cock there, I went around fucking cunt after welcoming cunt until I was entirely spent.

Around dusk, the women began to gather their clothes and head home. The neighbor women had disappeared some time before my crew began leaving, which was good, since I didn't want to have to deal with kicking them out. I had Julie, Mae, and Charon pack up portions of the leftover girl meat for each woman to take with them, so before long all that was left were some bones.

Celeste and Charon were the last ones to go. Celeste had stayed within arms reach of me since I had fucked her and seemed reluctant to be parted from me. When each of the women who worked for me stopped to say goodbye, Celeste, still naked, had stood right next to me and gave each of them an intimate kiss.

"You're welcome to spend the night," I suggested when she said her own goodbye. "With two fewer cunts in the house, we've got plenty of room."

"No, sorry," she sighed. "Astra and I have shared a bed every night of our lives; as much as I'd like to stay over, I really don't want to sleep so far from my twin."

I nodded understanding. "Well, how about you two–or three, if Charon wants–come over tomorrow. I'd like to sell off the cars I don't need, and I could use a hand collecting and getting rid of all the old junk the bitch left behind."

Celeste looked up joyfully, then kissed me passionately. I returned the kiss with a similar energy, cupping her tits fondly, but she pulled away shyly when the kiss ended.

"Sorry, sir," she whispered. "Was that too presumptuous of me?"

"Not at all. And I think you should finally start calling me by my name."

"All right," she glowed, "Henry. You can pick us up any time in the morning."

She seemed to almost float over to Charon, disentangling her friend from Mae to tell her it was time to leave. If Charon hadn't reminded her that they had arrived wearing clothes, Celeste would have left them behind. Even still, she chose not to bother wearing them, and climbed into her car wearing only her shoes and a smile.

Thought that advertisement sounded familiar and finally figured it out it's from one of kaosangels stories right?

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Yes, I explained that it was based on Introducing the Spartan Spitter by KaosAngel in the introduction. I made quite a few edits to avoid outright plagiarism, but all of Ronco's monologue is taken directly from the original (give or take a few typos). I did deliberately leave out some details for brevity or because I didn't think they made sense, like the spit being 3 inches thick, but it is clearly the same infomercial.

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.

When it got close to bedtime, I raised the topic of sleeping arrangements.

"It's nice how amorous everyone is feeling. I'll take two of you to keep me company tonight, again. It looks like none of you ladies will mind sharing a bed with my girls, so we should be able to fit the rest of you into Iris and Mae's room."

They all looked pleased with this plan.

I winked at Charon and Mae, who were making out again. "I figure I'll leave Mae to our guest tonight, and Iris was with me last night, so I think I'll claim Julie and Celeste for myself."

Astra cleared her throat. "Excuse me sir, but it sounds like you are suggesting that my sister and I sleep in different rooms. Your daughters are quite sexy, and I'd love to spend the night with any of them, but Cel and I are a package deal: whatever bed you'd like us in, we will be in it together."

The room grew quiet, everyone looking at me. Celeste grasped hands with her twin and smiled apologetically.

"Astra's right, sir," Celeste said softly. "If you remember, I mentioned last night that we always sleep together. Also, except for what you and I have done at the office, she and I have shared everyone we've been with, sir. I'd really appreciate a chance to share my favorite sister with you, if you'll have us."

I let out a quiet sigh. "I can't very well fault two sisters for loving each other, can I? Not after threatening to snuff my daughters if they didn't start showing that same kind of love. Very well, Julie will have to wait her turn: Cel and Astra will be with me tonight."

A couple of the girls let out sighs of relief.

This is my castle, but I'm not such a despot that I can't accommodate my guests, I thought to myself. Especially when they are basically just asking for me to fuck them some more.

"Wonderful!" Astra said, with a genuine smile, hugging Celeste. "I am very much looking forward to being your latest conquest, Henry."

I chuckled. "Conquest, huh? You're not exactly putting up a fight in that regard, but I'll take the win."

I kissed each of my daughters, plus Charon, who seemed to be asking for it after I kissed Mae, then the twins each took one of my hands and pulled me into my bedroom.

All of us already being naked meant that there was no delay before falling into bed together. The three of us began making out, with the older twin taking the lead, kissing both of us fiercely. I'd never been with identical twins before, and seeing them express their passion for each other right in my arms was quite stimulating: I was pretty much hard before Astra even pushed her sister's mouth down to suck on my rod. Astra made sure that her sister continued blowing me until I was about to cum, then she pulled Celeste back and snuggled close to her.

"Cum on us together, Henry," Astra begged. "Please, coat us in your hot seed."

She stroked my cock energetically, until I came. Astra directed my cum onto both their chests, crisscrossing the pearly liquid over every hill and valley. After I had stopped, she wiped up a dollop and held it up. The twins both leaned in and licked the cum from her fingers, then began to take turns slurping up more of it from each other's chest.

"Damn, you girls look hot doing that."

They moaned and winked at me, but didn't stop until they had cleaned up the last traces. Then, Astra had Celeste lie back next to her, and they both spread their legs to the sides. Astra used one hand to open her twin's pussy and the other to hold open her own.

"Well, Henry," she invited, "now that we're all warmed up, which of us will you fuck first?"

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In the morning, I woke up to find Celeste's face close to mine. It felt like she had just kissed me. She smiled brightly when my eyes opened.

"Morning, Henry," she said softly, her voice filled with affection.

"Good morning, beautiful."

Pressed right up against my back, Astra moaned softly. "Mmm, yes, morning."

Astra reached over me and caressed her sister. The three of us snuggled silently for a moment before Astra pulled away and got up.

She said, "I hate to interrupt this beautiful little moment we're having together, but we need to get up and get ready early enough for you to drop me and Charon off at home on your way to work. I wouldn't mind spending the day here, but I'm afraid our roommate has a job of her own to get to."

I groaned softly and Celeste kissed me one more time, before pulling me out of bed. She led me into the bathroom after her sister.

"Alright, alright," I sighed.

Once I got up, I herded them into the spacious shower with me. Astra seemed to be in a hurry, so I got behind her and rubbed some bodywash into her back. She smiled in gratitude, then after quickly scrubbing herself, she turned and planted a passionate kiss on my lips. She seemed to end the kiss reluctantly before leaving our group shower.

"I'll try to have some breakfast ready by the time you two lovers are dressed," Astra called out as she toweled off, "but don't take all day in there, sis. And remember, Henry, you can always fuck her after you get to the office."

She winked at us and waltzed out of the room, humming cheerfully. I couldn't help but admire her swaying ass until she got out of sight, then I got busy washing Celeste's chest–probably scrubbing for longer than it really needed.

"I don't think I've seen her that happy in a long time," purred Celeste, gently soaping up my personal equipment. "And she doesn't kiss anybody but me quite like that. We may show it in different ways, but I can confidently say that my twin and I feel the same way about you, Henry."

My answer was to kiss Cel however I felt just then, which meant leaving her breathing more heavily when I stopped. Still, I decided to take Astra's advice and didn't try to really start anything.

Once dressed, I found Astra and Julie making pancakes and bacon in the kitchen, both deliciously naked, as expected.

"Morning, Daddy! I'm helping make breakfast." Julie's face scrunched up in concentration for a second before she grinned again. "Can I please give you a morning blowjob?"

I laughed, "That's my girl. Yes, that would be nice. If Astra can spare you."

Astra waved dismissively, "Yes, yes. Your kitchen, your house, your daughter. Anyway, from what I've heard, Julie needs as much practice giving head as she does at making pancakes." She patted Julie on the ass fondly. "Maybe next time I come over, I'll give you some pointers on your oral technique, too, babygirl."

Julie blushed, but nodded eagerly. "Thank you, Miss Astra."

I took a seat at the dining table and Julie gently fished out my dick and got to work. While she was bobbing, Iris, Charon, and Mae came in and started to take their seats.

"Morning, girls. Morning, Charon," I said.

Once they all responded, I pointed to the kitchen. "Girls, don't be lazy."

Mae groaned softly as she got off Charon's lap, and Iris rubbed her eyes, but they didn't hesitate to go and ask Astra if they could help.

I turned to Charon. "So, how soon do you need to be back at your apartment to get to work on time?"

"Huh? Oh, I don't really have a specific time I have to start. I'm actually just a GirlDash driver, so I can pretty much clock in whenever. I do really need to work today, though. They have this system where you lose rep points if you go too long without doing enough deliveries and stuff. Plus, the pay isn't that good, so I need the hours if I'm going to be able to cover my part of the rent."

Iris and Mae came back in and started setting the table during this explanation.

Mae timidly spoke up, "Um, Dad, I think I'm supposed to work this afternoon, too. How am I supposed to get there with Mom…"

"Oh, right," I muttered.

"I can take her," volunteered Charon brightly. "Where do you work, honeyham?"

"It's the kennel over on Pineview," Mae said, smiling back at Charon. "I just volunteer a few days a week cleaning the cages and stuff." She looked at me pensively. "I'm not actually sure about my schedule. I keep all that on my phone…"

I sighed and nodded. "Yeah, you girls can have your phones back."

All three of my daughters said their thanks.

Stroking my cock, Julie added, "The school dress code allows nudity. Is that my outfit for today, Daddy?"

I pushed her head back down onto my cock and thought for a moment.

I shook my head, "No, baby. If you go naked all the time at school, you'll probably get distracted too much with sex, and your grades may suffer. You girls can wear clothes when you go out for now, but skip the underwear. And don't forget to strip as soon as you get home."


After we dropped off Astra and Charon, Celeste pitched an idea to me on the way to the office.

"You know, boss, these past few days being surrounded by naked girls got me thinking. What would you say to instituting a sort of casual Friday dress code for the department? I know we want to keep professional appearances, but I think us girls can still come across as professional with just half our clothes. The employee handbook's section on female attire only has prohibitions and allowances: it doesn't have any minimum coverage requirements, so we shouldn't run into trouble with HR."

"Sure, I'm not opposed to seeing some more skin around the office," I mused. "Were you thinking topless or bottomless?"

"Both. I mean either," she corrected. "We could let everyone pick one or the other. Mmm, I really think this could do some good things to keep up morale, among other things. Do I have your go ahead to explain it to the girls, then?"

I glanced over at her and noticed that she was playing with herself under her clothes.

"Sure," I chuckled. "It sounds like you've got it all figured out."

She waited until lunchtime to announce it to the girls gathered in the break room. I was amused to hear her work in a few more details we hadn't discussed.

"I'm thinking of calling it 'free fuck Friday,'" she said to the group. "If you come to work topless, that's an invitation to make out whenever you're on break. If you come to work bottomless, that's an invitation for the boss to fuck you. I obviously can't promise that he will, but I'm sure he'll at least appreciate seeing you advertise your sexy bodies."

That got quite a few excited whispers between them. Looking around, I could see that all of them were obviously looking forward to trying out the skimpier dress code.

When we got back to my office, I asked Celeste what the bottomless fucking was all about.

"Well," she bit her lip cutely, "I'm hoping you start knocking them up. I hope it wasn't too presumptuous of me, but I think your ex-bitch's biggest crime was in trying to hold you back from having a suitable number of daughters. Astra and I have talked it over, and we have no intention of making that same mistake. Sir."

I laughed a bit incredulously. "That was rather presumptuous, yes. How do you know if any of these girls are even willing to get pregnant?"

"Oh, that's easy," she gloated. "Astra and I made sure to confirm that they all wanted to have your babies when we took them to bed the first time. Plus, we talk about this stuff all the time in the department group chat. You'll see, I bet all of them would show up bottomless this Friday, if I let them."

"All of them? Really? Wait, what department group chat?"

"The one for us girls to gossip and stay in touch, obviously. Don't worry, we don't use it to talk about work stuff; it's all just girl talk."

She showed me her phone, open to a group chat titled "Henry's work harem."

I sat back and stared at my secretary. "Huh. Well, I guess that's fine. And you're not going to be jealous, with so many of them fucking me?"

"No. Not if it stays within our group, or with whoever Astra wants you to knock up at home. We kind of see ourselves as your 'work harem' around here, and I think it would be really hot if you finally start treating us all that way. I do admit that I'd be a bit jealous if you took anyone Astra and I didn't set up for you, but like I said, even if you marry us, we're definitely not going to hold you back if you want to add someone else. If you ask me, women who advocate for monogamy are being criminally selfish."

"None of these are even close to new thoughts for you, are they?" I snorted. "You can be quite the little schemer, can't you?"

"Yep. And don't worry, dear, I'll make sure the department doesn't all get pregnant at once. We can't have them tanking productivity by all being on maternity leave at the same time."

I just laughed and shook my head in disbelief.

>>28530 oh wow my brain seems to have completely skipped that section of text sorry about that

I haven't read part four yet, but if it is as good as the other three parts then I hope you will write more than 5 parts in this series. This is legitimatly one of the best things that has ever been posted here for sure!

>>28536

I'm glad you like it so much. 🤗

As for writing more, I have some good news, and a choice I'm willing to offer. The good news is that, if you've only read the first 3 parts, you are only about a third of the way through what I've written so far (parts 4 and 5 are much longer than the early parts).

Part 5 is set several months after part 4, meaning that I skipped over a bunch of stuff to get to the end of this story arc. This gap presents an opportunity, but it comes with a cost. If you would like me to write an additional chapter to fill in some of that gap, I'd be willing to hold off posting the ending for a week or two, to try to write a little more of what I've skipped.

There is also plenty of room for a sequel after this one ends, but given that it took me 6 months to get around to writing the second half of this one, it could be quite a long time before I can muster the energy for that.

>>28537


Hi, I am that above commenter who had only read part three. ('I am not the only commenter though there is minimum one other since I didn't post all the comments here').

I guess the question is, Do you really think you will get it done in a week or two?

I would be willing to wait, because this is awsome, but the last thing I want is to kill a story in the last streatch.

I would choose to wait but ONLY if you promise to post the last chapter in 3 weeks if you haven't finished the new part 5 by then.

>>28538

I think I have a pretty clear idea of what to write, which is usually the hardest part. I really want to move on to some other projects, so no matter what, I'm not going to let this delay the ending too much.

I think this story will be just fine either way, and even if I don't add any more to it, I will probably spend the next couple weeks on some (belated) illustrations.

>>28540

I can't tell if that means that I convinced you to wright at least that one bonus part or not. ... But I hope I did!

Can I enquire about the upcoming projects?

>>28543

You can't tell if you convinced me because I can't tell if you convinced me. I'll decide in the next couple hours. Either way, I probably won't have time to post the ending until tomorrow (or much later, if I add a new chapter).

Upcoming projects? Well, I'm in the middle of rewriting Sandy the Savory Snowgirl, and then hopefully I'll start filling in more of the gaps in the Savoryverse list. Kelly’s Savory Wedding is where I should start, since that really sets up most of the others. I'm hoping to add at least one illustration to each story in the series, but I'm still very slow at drawing, so that's taking a while.

I also have three other long stories which are only partially written, along with a few more where I got excited and made the illustrations before I even started writing. 😏

I also have a backlog of literally 50 other story ideas that have piled up, so I'll probably grab one or two of those in between each big project, just for variety.

Oh, also, I contribute occasionally to the Nullification thread on /f/, because I think it's funny (and hot). 😶

>>28551

So I mainly have two questions... And maybe a request.

1. Do these share a universe with the Savory Series? If not what are the differences between the settings?

2. Most of your stories seem to involve enthusiastic consent for snuff even if the victim isn't enthusiastic about having sex. Do any of your planned projects include the same reluc/non-con/semi-con tone of these stories?
-- 2a. I would love any details about the sequel idea or any jucy hints or sneek peaks you would love to share a kit those planned stories you mentioned. Topics? Titles? :-D :-p

3. Request/suggestion: If the added section would include a snuff them add it, if not it's probably fine to skip it if it doesn't add much to the plot. A fun filler episode that moves things forward with a sexy snuff or two! YES, A pure filler with only mild plot utility and no snuff? In that case do what is easiest for you. :-)

>>28543

>>28555

1. No, this story isn't set in the Savoryverse. Savory Sixteen was clearly set in a time when cannibalism was still fairly new, while the first chapter of A Man's Castle mentions a history book showing girls being eaten in ancient times. I could have adjusted to avoid this minor conflict, but I wanted to keep this in whatever universe KaosAngel originally placed it, rather than forcing someone else's story to become bound to my IP.

2. I generally prefer to read consent stories, so I mostly write those. I think my least consensual story aside from this one would be Supergirl's Sexy Sauna Snack, but that was really rather mild. Looking over my notes, I'd say about one in ten of my planned stories are non-con/semi-con.
2a. The sequel I had in mind was subtly hinted at in chapter 1, and would involve a mysteriously horny BFF... 😍 I'm afraid I don't have any more definite non-con elements planned in it, but I only have a general idea for the story so far, so who knows.
Sequels aside, here are some tentative reluc/non-con snuff titles I might get around to next year:
- Justice Dispatched
- Urinals for the Girls' Dorm
- Morsels from Cottontail County (mini-series)
- A Coronation to Remember
The title on that last one has changed a dozen times, so it will probably change again, but if I ever write that story, I believe it will introduce a method of snuff which no one has used before.

3. Nearly all the named characters in parts 1-4 have a roll to play in the ending (although in some cases that roll is to be snuffed 😉). I'm planning to add a few new minor characters, then snuff (at least) one of those to avoid having to make significant changes to the end. I was thinking of making it fully consensual, but it's not a difficult change to pivot to at least reluctant, which would admittedly match the general tone better anyway.

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I am not going to lie, I would love it if things kept the same time as they have so far.

So few stories keep the same semi-con / reluc dynamics that these stories had when I was little. At this point I find stories like this not just more to my taste but also refreshing.

Chapter 5: Rings and Wreaths

Life was noticeably quieter for the next few days, at least. I put my girls on a rotation, each one spending a night with me, while the other two shared one of the other beds, which seemed to work reasonably well. The girls were fairly well behaved, but there were still some minor problems.

The biggest problem was food: Julie did her best to cook, with a little help from Iris, but their success rate in that regard left much to be desired. On Wednesday, the potato soup Julie prepared ended up a complete failure.

Looking down at the pot she had placed on the table, I sighed. "Babygirl, I know you're trying your best, but I've never seen potato soup quite so…clear. And I'm pretty sure the potatoes aren't supposed to be so hard. Or…black on one side."

My youngest daughter burst into tears. I sighed again, and took her gently in my arms.

"There, there, baby. Don't cry. I'm not upset." I patted her head. "I think you just weren't ready for a dish like this yet. I'm sure you'll get better with time."

From the other side of the table, Mae grimaced at the steaming dish, "Do we have to eat this, Dad?"

I shot her a glare.

"Look, Julie," said Iris, encouragingly, "maybe it's not as bad as it seems. I'll give it a try."

Iris took her spoon and scooped up a little from the pot. She blew on it a few times before putting it in her mouth, and immediately made a face. She swallowed it, but I could see that she had to force herself.

Julie buried her face in my chest again and murmured, "I'm sorry, Daddy."

"It's alright, baby. Well…I guess we can GirlDash something. Mexican sounds good, I suppose."

Mae looked up and grinned at that. She immediately grabbed her phone and started typing something.

"I'll place the order, Mae," I said dryly.

"Yeah, yeah," she said, distractedly. "I'm just texting."


Just over half an hour later, Mae was at the door before the chime of the doorbell even ended.

"Here's your order, cutie," said a cheerful, familiar voice. "Do you have a tip for me?"

When I got to the door, Mae and Charon were well into a game of tonsil hockey. I carefully took the bag of food out of Charon's hand, lest she forget it and drop it.

I smiled at them. "Charon? Something tells me it's not a coincidence that we got you as our delivery girl."

Pulling away from Mae's lips, she gasped in a breath and smiled back. "Hi, sir. Yeah, you caught us. By the way, I was just about to clock out for supper, and I think somehow my tacos ended up in your bag on the way here."

I rolled my eyes. "I can't imagine how that happened. Would you like to join us for supper, then?"

"Oh, how kind of you, sir! Yes, I'd be delighted."

Mae giggled and dragged the young woman inside.

I shook my head. "Not as delighted as my Mae flower, it seems."


The next morning at work, Celeste's smile when she greeted me struck me as a bit crooked, as though she was thinking about something amusing.

I watched her as she got on her knees in front of me. "I guess you heard about supper last night, then."

"Of course, dear. Charon wouldn't shut up about it in bed last night." She sucked my cock a few times, then bent over the desk and lifted her skirt. "I feel bad for Julie, though."

I nodded, getting into a rhythm as I pushed deeper into her. "She wants so bad to be the ideal homemaker, but she's still just a kid."

"Well," panted my secretary, "you know Astra and I would be more than happy to come over and help. For a night; or for much longer."

Celeste had been dropping hints about tying the knot between the three of us multiple times per day, but she was always careful not to make a nuisance of herself or to make it seem like she was making demands.

"Yes, I hear you, Cel," I chuckled. "On that note, how would you girls like to spend the weekend at my place? I assume that Charon is likely to want to come along, too. Although, of course, her interest is slightly different."

"Ooh," moaned my secretary. "Yes, sir. That would be great."

I kissed her neck, and made a mental note to visit a jeweler when I had a chance.

No point in taking my time in a relationship at my age, ay, Henry? I told myself.


I went to a jewelry store that same evening, and managed to find a pair of simple, but elegant rings I thought would suit them, but when the salesgirl asked what size I would need them in, I realized that I didn't exactly know.

"Well, that's alright," she said, "we can make adjustments later, as long as we know approximately what size to start with. How would you say the size of my hand compares to theirs, sir?"

After we worked out a reasonable guess on the size, I gave her the initials to engrave on the inside and paid the deposit.


Back at home, I told the girls about our weekend guests over the simple sandwiches Julie had made.

Mae giggled, "Yeah, Dad, we know already. Charon told me hours ago."

Right, I keep forgetting that those two are texting each other non-stop.

"Well," I said, "I hope you girls have been keeping up with the cleaning. If you can manage to impress Astra this weekend, I might be willing to give you girls back something you used to have as a reward. And I don't think riding Charon's face all day will help with that, Mae."

Mae looked serious and nodded. "Right. Which of my things do you think I could get for riding Astra's face?"

I just let out a weary groan.

After we'd eaten, I spoke quietly with Julie while she loaded our plates in the dishwasher.

"This weekend, see if you can find out what Astra and Celeste's ring sizes are."

She flashed me a broad grin. "Yes, Daddy!"


By the end of the weekend, Astra reported that Julie had made some honest mistakes, but had behaved herself admirably. Iris had been rather quiet and kept to herself, but she was obedient when given orders and had kept up with her chores. Mae, however, had complained about her simple tasks whenever she thought Astra and I couldn't hear her, and she had made Astra repeat an order three times before remembering everything she was supposed to do. In reward, Iris got her tablet, Julie got a trilogy of fantasy romance novels back, while Mae got nothing but a lecture.

When we were getting ready to climb into mine and Charon's cars Monday morning, Astra wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.

"You don't have to have your girls try to be sneaky about asking, Henry," she said softly. "Celeste and I both wear a size eight on our ring fingers. And just a little reminder, if you are buying rings, I hope you know to get a matched pair."

I laughed sheepishly. "Yeah, I guess I overcomplicated that. And don't worry, I got it: you and Cel are a package deal, right?"

In answer, she kissed me again.


Tuesday afternoon, the jeweler called and said the rings were ready. After I hung up, I turned to my secretary, who was desperately trying–and failing–to look utterly disinterested in my phone call.

"So, Celeste," I said, "how would you and Astra like to go out on a date Thursday night?"

A grin slowly took over her face. "Oh, my, I don't know, Henry, this seems awfully sudden. Can I have some time to think about it?"

I blinked in surprise, and nodded. She tapped on the desk a few times, seeming to think it over.

"Yes! Of course, we would!" she finally exclaimed, laughing softly. "Sorry. You made us wait for over a week– I couldn't resist the urge to keep you in suspense for a moment, there."

"You know all I've done is ask you to dinner, right? Oh, you'll want to dress up a bit. Nothing too fancy, just an evening gown of some kind." I hesitated. "What does Astra do to 'dress up,' anyway?"

"Mmm, you'll see." She winked, and scooped up her phone to text her twin.


When I knocked on their apartment door Thursday evening, I wasn't at all confused about which twin answered.

"Come on in, Henry," Astra said. "Cel is almost ready."

She was characteristically naked, but there did seem to be something different about her. After a quick hug and kiss, I took a seat in their living room.

"I guess she had more to do to get dressed, huh?" I said conversationally.

Astra pouted a little and showed off her body, turning slowly. "No, actually, my outfit took more time to put on, I just started before Cel got home. Can you really not tell?"

I looked more carefully. Her necklace, earrings and stilettos were too obvious, and clearly wouldn't have taken that long to put on.

"Well, your hair is extra beautiful, but that's not it, is it? Your body seems very sexy, but it always looks great. Wait…are you…sparkling somehow?"

She laughed delicately. "That's right! There's more to it than that, but it seems like you've grasped that I've done myself up for a night on the town, and not just brushed out my hair and put on good shoes."

Charon came out of the hallway and snorted. "Practically her whole body is covered in some kind of makeup to make her even more sexy, Henry. And some of it has some glitter in it. I should know, she had me add the sparkles to her back and ass. Hey, did you notice the secret extra lipstick?"

"Shush, Cher-bear," said Celeste, gliding out from behind her friend. "Don't embarrass the lady of the house, or we'll tell your girlfriend stories about what you were like growing up."

Celeste was dressed in a stylishly lopsided black gown which came down to the floor on the left side, but on her right side, the front and back of the dress were only fastened at one point over her hip. The right side also had nothing over the shoulder, so the silky fabric sweeping down from her left shoulder had to stretch tight to even partially cover the swell of her right breast.

Charon looked momentarily abashed. "Sorry. Although, I don't think Mae would care. And we're not really up to the 'g' word yet. So…" she stuck her tongue out at her best friend.

Astra cleared her throat. "Excuse me, but I get the impression we have a reservation to get to?"

While I was distracted by Celeste's dress, or more accurately by the parts of her not covered by the dress, Astra had draped a sheer black stole over her shoulders.

"Yes," I said, "we should–oh, you are wearing something."

"Barely," Astra said, airily. "It'll be cold later, so a little something to keep me warm will be required whenever your arms aren't around me, dear. Shall we go, then?"

"Okay, bye," waved Charon. "Have fun. And text me to let me know which of you ends up on the dinner plate!"

I was about to assure her that that wasn't going to happen, when I realized she was just teasing.

"Ladies," I invited, holding my arms out to both of my dates.


After the entrée, the waiter came by to see if we wanted dessert.

"Oh, I don't think I could," sighed Celeste. "That steak was so big, and I ate the whole thing before I could stop myself. Wherever you guys get your girls, they must live cushie, pampered lives to be so delicious."

The waiter bowed graciously, acknowledging the compliment.

"Hmmm. Cece, they have chocolate cake à la mode…" sang Astra softly.

"Oh, all right, all right. We'll split a piece of cake."

"I'll just have some coffee," I chuckled.

After the waiter left, I looked nervously at the women seated to either side of me.

"So, uhm. Astra, Celeste, I can't tell you how happy I am to have you in my life," I paused for a moment, trying to figure out what to say next. "Sorry, I'm really rusty. Would it be all right if I just blurted it out?"

Celeste sucked in an audible breath, and Astra's eyes seemed to sparkle even more than her bare breasts.

"We're not picky about wording, Henry," Astra said. "And this is already easily the most romantic evening we've ever experienced. Go right ahead."

I smiled in gratitude, then scooted my chair back and got down on one knee. Celeste seemed to barely be containing a squeal of excitement.

I pulled a felt box out of my suit pocket and held it up. "Astra and Celeste, would you do me the honor of marrying me?"

I opened the box to reveal two glittering diamond rings.

Celeste let out the squeal as softly as she could and nodded vigorously.

"Yes, Henry," said Astra, with a smile and a tear. "We would love to be your wives."

They both fell into me and kissed me passionately.

Once she calmed down enough to remember where we were, Celeste frantically waved down the waiter. "Sir, can we get that cake to go? And, please bring us our check. My sister and I need to get our fiancé in bed, pronto."


They wanted a big, outdoor wedding, with lots of guests, so both of my fiancées began working out plans for a spring wedding. In the meantime, there was no reason for them to continue to keep their apartment, especially since I had some daughters at home who needed supervision.

They waited until Saturday to move the bulk of their stuff over, although Mae claimed that they'd started packing at least a week before. Naturally, Charon came with them, since she couldn't afford to pay for the apartment on her own, which everyone seemed happy with, especially my middle daughter.

Life rapidly settled into a new rhythm, and almost right away, it seemed like the three of them had always been living with me and my daughters. With constant oversight from "Mama Astra," Mae's behavior improved, Iris started to come back out of her shell, and Julie quickly got better at cooking, blowjobs, and other various household tasks.


It was about a month later, one day in mid-December, that Celeste and I came home to find Astra sitting on the couch, chatting with two women I didn't know.

"Welcome home, dears," said Astra. "The girls are in their rooms playing with Marie's other girls. Is it all right to leave them be for now, or should I call them out so they can do their welcome blowjob?"

"We can let that slide for now, since we have company," I told her.

After she kissed each of us, she introduced the strangers. "I'm not sure if you know Marie? And this is her oldest daughter, Nia. Marie's middle daughter went to school with Mae, and her youngest is in the same grade as Julie."

"Hi," I said. "No, I don't think we've met before."

Marie got up and shook my hand, then embraced Celeste, but Nia stayed seated.

Marie was thin and not unattractive, with a fair complexion and straight dark hair, bordering on black, but she was obviously not a young woman any more. Nia resembled her mother quite closely, and, aside from the differences which come with age, there was one strikingly obvious difference. To say that she was pregnant would be a gross understatement. I wasn't very practiced in judging such things, but she definitely had to be in the final weeks, with at least twins, or probably more.

"Sorry for not getting up," apologized Nia, sincerely. "Moving vertically is a bit of a production for me right now."

"Quite all right," I dismissed. "So, Marie, are you here to bring over my daughters' friends to visit?"

"No, actually, we live just around the corner in that cozy little blue house, so they could walk over any time, if they felt like it," stated Marie. "As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure they've been over here on their own several times this year. Really, I'm here to ask a favor, or to make an offer, depending on how you look at it."

Intrigued, I took a seat in an armchair. Celeste had finished removing her clothes by this point, so she curled up in my lap.

"Our neighbor is in a bit of a difficult situation, dear," said Astra. "And I think we're in a good place to help her out."

"Yes," sighed Marie. "You see, my girls and I live alone, and although Nia, Nova, and I all work, I'm afraid we don't make very much, so money is often a bit tight."

"Nova is the middle sister," added Nia. "Nadia is the baby of the family. Well, she's sixteen now, but still..."

I nodded. The names sounded familiar, but I only vaguely remembered the girls who belonged to them just then.

"Right, thank you, dear," Marie said. "You see, Henry, I work as an artist, and Nia is a big part of that usually, but she can't really do much right now, as you can see. And, of course art generally doesn't pay too well, even normally."

"Mom likes to use me as a canvas and rents me out to art exhibitions and snooty parties and stuff," smiled Nia.

I raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly at that. "Oh, I see. How interesting."

Is she going to ask me to rent her out? I wondered. That's not something I would normally do, but I wouldn't object to seeing the blank 'canvas' before deciding.

Celeste poked me gently, pulling me out of imagining the heavily pregnant girl naked.

"He doesn't need to know all the details of our work, honey," Marie scolded mildly. "The point is, right when we're about to need some extra money for her triplet's, Nia and I aren't going to be able to make much for a while. I'm afraid Nova just works flipping burgers, so I don't think we can stretch her pay far enough to cover us while Nia and I are busy looking after the babies."

"I can see how that would be a challenge," I said seriously. "But, I'm not sure how we can solve all that."

"It's not as bad as it sounds, actually," commented Nia. "My figure these last few months has opened up some interesting possibilities, artistically, and there is a pretty good niche market for that sort of thing, so we've saved up some money. It just isn't quite enough."

"The other side of our difficulty is space," continued Marie. "The four of us are packed into one bedroom with a set of bunk beds, which was wonderfully cozy when the girls were younger, but now it's a bit cramped. And obviously, it's about to get much more crowded with a crib and all the baby things."

"Are you suggesting that we take one or two of your girls for a while?" I guessed out loud.

"Yes, in a way," smiled Marie. "I was hoping you would buy one of them, maybe as a Christmas roast? I'd be happy to make you a good deal."

"Ah, yes, that makes much more sense," I said thoughtfully.

"I think it would be wonderful to have a roast girl for the holidays, honey," said Astra.

Celeste nodded, too. "Yeah. We had one almost every year I can remember growing up. It didn't really feel like Christmas last year when Astra, Charon, and I didn't have a girl on the table."

"Did you have a specific girl in mind?" I asked, more to keep the conversation moving while I considered, than anything else.

Marie sighed.

Nia answered in her mother's place. "Nova is bringing in at least some income, so I think it doesn't make as much since financially to sell her. I'd offer my own bloated body, but like we said, Mom and I work together to make most of our money. The obvious choice is Nadia, but Mom is reluctant to give her up."

"I know, I know, it's just…" Marie shrugged. "She's still my precious baby. Honestly, Nova doesn't make all that much. If you folks would rather have her… Well, I guess what I'm trying to say is, that I'd be willing to let you have whichever one of them you fancy."

"I think this would be a good time to have our girls come out and greet their dad," interspersed Astra, patting Marie's hand. "And, maybe we could get a look at the potential roasts, while we're at it? I think it will help make the choice more clear if we all have a chance to evaluate what's being offered."

Marie nodded. "Yes, that makes sense. I'll go fetch them, if you want."

When Maire returned, my daughters, and hers, along with Charon, followed close behind.

"Welcome home, Daddy and Mom," said Julie brightly.

"Yeah, welcome home," said Mae.

"Welcome home, Dad and Mom," said Iris. "Sorry, we didn't realize you were here."

My three naked daughters knelt around the front of my chair, and Celeste got up. She had been subtly grinding her bare ass into my pants, which had not gone unnoticed by me, so I was already part way hard. I signalled Mae and Julie to come closer, so they leaned in and got to work giving me the blowjob which had become part of their customary greeting whenever I came home from work.

"Nova, Nadia," prompted their mother, "say hello to mister Henry."

"Hello," said Nadia.

"Hi," said Nova, shyly. She seemed to be fascinated by what Mae and Julie were up to.

"Girls," said Marie, "it didn't occur to me earlier, but you two ought to get undressed while you are here. All of Henry's girls are naked, so it would be rude to do otherwise in his house."

Nadia scowled. "No, I don't want to. That lady said it was okay when we got here." She pointed at Astra petulantly.

"Nadia, I said it would be rude to keep your clothes on, so take them off and let our hosts get a good look at you both. Also, don't point. Your friends' new mothers' names are Astra and Celeste. If you can't remember their names, you should at least address them politely."

The girl eyed her mother skeptically, but started taking off her pants. "Hey, doesn't that mean that you and Nia should strip, too? Why aren't you naked?"

Nova already had her shirt off, but paused while working on her bra to see her mother's reaction.

Marie hesitated for a moment, looking at her daughters, then at Astra and me, then back at her girls.

Nia shrugged. "She's got you there, Mom."

"Yes, I supposed so," said Marie. "Well, fine."

She went over and started helping Nia get her shirt off. She needed a hand from Astra to get Nia's pants off without having her stand, but working together, they managed it. By the time I had cum in Mae's mouth, all of them were naked, with Nova and Nadia standing still for Astra and Celeste's probing hands on their bodies.

None in Marie's family were tall, nor did they have particularly impressive busts, but they all appeared to be healthy. Nova was thin enough that she probably wouldn't have looked short if she weren't next to Celeste. She had B cup tits, and a narrow landing strip of neatly trimmed pubes, matching her short, deep brown hair. Nadia was shorter and rounder, with breasts slightly bigger than her older sister and lighter hair, streaked with blonde, hanging down just past the bottom of her breasts. Following the more popular style, the younger teen kept her fillet entirely free of hair.

After Julie tucked my semi-hard cock back into my pants, I got up to evaluate the meat, too.

Nova smiled shyly, and breathed a little harder when I cupped her breast in my hand, but she didn't pull away. In fact, she seemed to lean into my hand a little. When my hands worked their way down to her mons, she moaned so quietly, that I almost missed it. I spent a minute exploring the nub just below her lower hair line, and the moist tunnel beneath that. Her nipples were standing up quite proudly by this point, so I took the invitation to sample their flavor. Before moving around to check her modest ass, I noticed that she was watching me with an expression which invited me to do more.

This is a meat evaluation, I reminded myself, no need to seduce the poor girl.

When I switched over and massaged Nadia's meatier fillet, the younger teen grunted, pouted and looked at her mother.

"Mom," she complained, "he's not being very gentle with me."

"Nadia Luella! That was very rude! Apologize immediately, then keep still for the nice man."

"Sorry," the teen mumbled, looking down.

She didn't fuss or resist my touch after that, even when I pinched her ass lightly to gauge the fat content, but she obviously wasn't happy about it.

When I was done, I noticed that Celeste was on the couch next to Nia, massaging her belly with long firm strokes, so I joined them. Seated next to her, I noticed that the pregnant woman smelled distinctly of coconuts.

"Well," Astra said, "nice to meet you girls again more intimately. Why don't you all run off and play, while us parents talk."

Nadia groaned, "We're not little kids. And there isn't very much to do here. Mom, can we go, now?"

Marie hesitated.

Astra stepped in, "Actually, I think my sister and I have some things to discuss with the man of the house at this point. Marie, I hope you come around often. Our home is always open to you and your daughters. As for that other thing, I'll text you just as soon as Henry and I have had a chance to talk it through."

The mother embraced my fiancée gratefully, then said her goodbyes. Once they were all dressed again, aside from Nia's stretchy pants, which Marie carried, the family made their way out the door. The last one out was Nova.

She looked at me for a second, then blurted, "Bye, mister Henry," and ran after her family.

Charon chuckled and poked me. "Somebody's got a crush on somebody," she sang softly.

I flicked her nipple sharply with my finger, making her yelp, but she kept grinning at me.

"Come along, Julie," said Astra, "it's past time we started getting supper ready."


That evening in our room, Astra brought up the subject of Marie.

"Henry, I hope we're going to help that woman. She really is in a bind."

"And a Christmas roast would be so nice," added Celeste.

I waved my hand subduingly, "Yes, yes, of course. I think the only question is which girl do we want."

"Is that even a question?" said Celeste, stretching out on our bed invitingly. "Nadia is a much better roaster, and her mother has spoiled her rotten. Nova, on the other hand, is scrawny, sweet, and has excellent taste in men."

Astra barked out a short laugh, then smirked and laid down close to her sister. "Yes, she does, doesn't she? Wouldn't she be so cute with a big pregnant belly, like her sister? I'll have to see if Mae can talk her into coming around more often…"

"Hmm, yes, definitely," I said. I quickly added, "I agree with you about the roast, I mean."

Astra smiled broadly, toying with Celeste's tits absently. "Seriously, though, dear, I think we should offer to have them all over for Christmas. If we're going to roast their youngest daughter, I'm sure they would love to be able to enjoy her meat, too."

Celeste nodded and caressed her sister's belly. "Getting ready for the holidays is going to be tough for them with Nia to care for, too. I know if Astra and I were in their place, we'd gladly jump at the chance to join up with another family for the holidays."

"I think that's a lovely idea," I said, climbing on top of them and sucking Celeste's teat into my mouth.

Celeste moaned, "Plus, it'll be a good chance for you to get to know Nova better, dear."

She yelped when I nipped her nipple sharply.

After I'd vigorously fucked my mischievous secretary until she came with a quiet scream, Astra spoke up.

"Honey, while you're in a good mood, could I make a request for a Christmas present?" She batted her eyes coquettishly.

"Alright," I said. "What do you want, dear?"

"A bigger bed," she said primly. "This one is fine for threesomes, but if we're going to ever get to bring another girl or two into our bed to share, we'll want more room."

"Ooo, yeah," moaned Celeste. "Please, Henry? We promise to be ever so naughty, if you do."

I laughed. "Don't you mean you promise to be nice?"

She shook her head. "I said what I said. If you get it early, we can test it out on Christmas Eve." She counted out on her fingers. "Maybe we could have Julie, or Charon, or Nia, or Nov–"

I cut her off with a kiss, but my cock, still nestled inside her folds, twitched at the mention of the neighbor girls, betraying my true feelings.


The next evening, Marie came over after supper; alone this time.

"Come on in and sit down," said Astra, greeting her with a hug. "No, don't bother with your clothes, unless you really want to."

Marie glanced over at me for a second, then finished peeling her shirt off. Once she was naked and seated in the middle of the couch, next to Celeste, she spoke.

"Thanks a lot for this, Henry." She glanced at Celeste. "Your fiancé says you've selected Nadia?"

Astra sat down in the open space on her other side and patted her hand.

"Yes," I said. "You must see that she will make an excellent roast."

Marie nodded, then hesitantly suggested a price for the girl.

"No, no," I said. "That's too low. Surely you'd get more than that if you took her to a butcher. We aren't hurting for money, so I insist on giving you a fair market price. Do you know how much she weighs?"

"I believe she's about 110 pounds, but really, if she's going to be cooked by someone we know, there's no need to make you pay butcher counter prices. Keep in mind that the prices listed in the stores are much higher than what they pay for the girls."

After a bit of arguing, we settled on a price which was only a bit less than a whole girl of her size would cost to buy from the local butcher.

"Marie," said Astra, "maybe this will help you feel better about the money. Henry, Cel, and I have talked it over, and we've decided on a condition, which we must insist on. We'd like you, and all your girls, to come over on Christmas Eve, then stay the night with us, and join in the feast on Christmas day. You'll get to eat your fill of Nadia, plus you'd be on hand to help if she doesn't want to cooperate."

"Oh! Oh, could we?" Marie said. "Yes, I'd love that. Really, you folks are being too kind."

Marie and Astra hugged, and Celeste leaned in and sandwiched the woman between them.

It was a much more cheerful woman who donned her clothes and bade us goodbye, profusely thanking us enough times to make me feel embarrassed on her behalf.


The next few weeks were a blur of tinsel, holly, and Christmas tree lights. One of the girls had stuck a bit of mistletoe to the ceiling in the hallway, so every time any of us met in the hall, there was a pause for the obligatory kiss. Amusingly, I ended up kissing Mae that way more than anyone else, since she seemed to more or less camp under the leaves any time Charon and Iris weren't paying attention to her.

Cassie and Nova both came over several times in those weeks. The only time I happened to cross paths with Nova in the hall, she blushed and squirmed for a second before kissing my cheek quickly and scurrying past. Julie's best friend was much less bashful, Frenching me firmly, but briefly the two times we found ourselves under the sprig of green leaves and white berries.


Christmas Eve was a joyous day for all of us. The girls had behaved themselves reasonably well, so they were excited to find that they each had one present under the tree, with their name on it. Celeste had also ordered a bunch of fuzzy red and white Santa hats, so all the girls spent the day wearing them, and positively nothing else.

Astra had assured Marie that the girls weren't getting much for Christmas, so there would be plenty of room under the tree, if she had anything for her own girls. From what I heard, it took a while to convince the woman that we honestly didn't want her to bring anything for our girls, given how tightly we were limiting their possessions.

When Marie and her girls arrived in the afternoon, Nia came dressed in just a large coat, so she was the first to be naked. Once the rest of them were bare, Astra offered them all Santa hats, welcoming them into the girls' festive uniform.

After a boisterous evening meal, we all gathered in the living room to watch some TV Christmas specials with mugs of hot cocoa. Nadia demanded that we put on How the Grimp Stole Spitmas, and although Marie apologized for her daughter, we watched it anyway, since it was short. When we started the old black-and-white classic, We're No Angels with Humphrey Bogart, Nadia declared she was bored before we got to the scene where the convicts "acquired" the Christmas roast, so she, Mae, and Charon went off to do something else.

Leaving the couch for Marie, Nia, and my fiancées to share, I had opted to sit in my usual armchair, allowing Julie to snuggle up in my lap. Even after Charon had vacated the other chair, Nova continued to sit on the floor next to my chair. Several times, I caught her as she peeked over at where Julie was slowly jacking my cock next to her thigh.

For the final movie of the evening, I let Celeste pick one of those corny Hallmark specials.

At least this one has some better sex scenes than the cartoon, I thought, once the four love interests got through their collective meet-cute.

When we got to the highly predictable scene where one of the girls was gently snuffed by the other two to make dinner for their boyfriend, I had Julie shift and mount my cock. Nova abandoned all pretense of watching the movie, facing me and fingering herself. The women on the couch seemed to be enjoying themselves, too. They were generally watching both me and the TV, and they all had their hands on each other's bodies in various places.

After the credits started to roll, Astra got to her feet. "Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but I think I'm ready to head to bed. Would you ladies care to help us test the springs on the spacious new bed Henry got us for Christmas?"

Nia looked at her mother with an eager smile. "Mom? Could we?"

"Oh, I'm probably too old for their tastes, honey," asked Marie timidly. "I wouldn't mind yielding to someone of a more breedable age."

I glanced down at Nova, who blushed and looked away.

I said to Marie, "No, no, if you ask me, you are still a handsome woman, Marie. I'm pretty sure you aren't any older than the wife I snuffed just a month or two ago. It won't hurt the teenagers to wait until some other time. Julie, will you be a good hostess and make sure Nova and Nadia don't get lonely tonight?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said sweetly, smiling at the older girl next to us. "Ever eaten a creampie, Nova?"

Nova smiled back and shook her head.

"Wonderful," said Nia. "If you'll help me up, I'll go powder my nose, and we can finally go find out what sex in a bed with elbow room is like, Mom."


After we got Nia laid out on the bed, Marie slipped between her daughter's wide open legs and licked her pussy.

"If you don't mind, Henry," Marie said, peeking over the towering belly, "could we do Nia first? She can't stay on her back too long, and we'd love it if you could fuck her before we have to settle her in for the night."

"Sure, I'd be happy to oblige."

Celeste had been helping me stay hard while the others had been in the bathroom, so I was ready to go. Marie moved to her daughter's side and began making out with her, giving me space to take her place. Nia moaned into her mother's mouth, then lifted her knees so I could put my legs under hers and get my hips close enough to fuck her without the veritable mountain of baby blocking me. Astra and Celeste had plenty of room to lie next to the mother and daughter, making out with each other while they watched.

After I'd gotten going, I noticed the plain, narrow silver band on Nia's left ring finger.

"Say, Nia," I inquired, while continuing to fuck her, "are you married?"

She stopped kissing Marie and chuckled. "Yes, technically. I talked Mom into giving me a courthouse wedding when I was fourteen. I know it's kind of silly, but we have no intention of ever being parted, so…we made it official. I was a hopeless romantic in my teens."

Marie held out her own left hand, with a matching ring. "I've never thought it was silly, dear. It's not that we wanted to be exclusive or anything, Henry," she smiled. "I love all my girls, of course. But Nia and I do have a very special bond."

"I think that's sweet," commented Celeste, reaching over to caress Nia's body. "You know, Astra and I have a special bond, too. Although, that's hardly surprising, since we're twins."

"Oh, my, yes. You're positively adorable together, twinkles," replied the older mother. "I'm sure you two have been making cute, twincest love since you formed in your mother's womb."

Celeste snuggled into her sister in a bashful way I'd never seen from her.


In the morning, Nadia burst in and started shouting.

"It's Christmas! Wake up, Mom and Nia! Come on, come on. Get up, you guys! It's time for presents, presents, presents!"

Charon appeared suddenly in the doorway. "Sorry, sorry! She ran off so fast, I couldn't stop her."

Nia groaned and put one hand over her ear.

Marie shushed her noisy daughter. "Nadia, calm down. You're being rude again, baby girl."

Nadia pouted and folded her arms.

"Mom," sighed Nia, "now that I'm awake…"

"Yes, yes," yawned Marie. "I know, honey: pregnancy bladder. Let's get you to the bathroom."

Once Marie had climbed around her daughter, she helped her to her feet. Celeste also got up, then offered to help the pregnant girl.

"Marie," said Astra, sitting up, "as soon as all the others are done in there, I think you and I should get Nadia cleaned up. Our shower would be the best place."

Marie nodded. "Yes. Yes, I suppose we should."

Nadia looked confused, but just harrumphed and ran off.

After I helped Celeste give Nia a quick shower, we got her comfortable sitting on the bed where she could see into the bathroom. Celeste settled in next to Nia and offered to massage her belly. Marie came into the room, dragging her youngest daughter by the arm.

"I can clean myself, Mom," protested the sixteen year old. "I don't need your help."

"Nadia, it's Christmas," sighed her mother. "Just be good for once and do as you are told."

The teen continued to fuss and complain the entire time Astra and Marie vigorously scrubbed every inch of her body. Eventually, Nova, Iris, and Julie gathered in the corner of the bathroom to watch the drama inside the large glass-walled shower.

At one point, Astra looked out and locked eyes with Celeste for a moment, then Celeste got up and headed for the hallway. When she came back, she had a couple of carving knives in her hands. I opened the shower door and preceded her inside.

"Uh, Mom, what's going on?" asked the suddenly anxious teen.

"I'm sorry, baby," said Marie, "but you are going to be the Christmas roast this year."

"What?! No, no, no. You're joking right, Mom? No, you won't let them do that. I'm your precious little girl."

"I'm quite serious, baby," Marie said, while Astra hooked her arms around Nadia's shoulders, restraining her. "Be good and cooperate and it'll go much easier."

"No!" She squirmed and tried to kick us. "How about Nova?! Why not roast her? Or Nia? She got tons of meat!"

Marie embraced the frantic girl, pinning her between herself and Astra. Charon handed me the smaller of the knives.

"I don't wanna be meat," wailed the girl.

"Hush," said Marie softly. "It's already decided. These nice people paid good money to have you as their dinner, and they were kind enough to even invite your sisters and I to join them, so you should be grateful."

Celeste got close and reached up, grasping a fistful of Nadia's hair to keep her head still. While she was doing that, I moved behind Astra.

When Nadia sobbed and got ready to shout again, I reached around and slit her throat. She gurgled and her eyes went even wider. After struggling for a few more seconds while her blood drained away, she went limp and stopped moving.

"What the fuck was all–oh," said Mae, poking her head in the doorway. "Hey, Charon, we just missed it: they snuffed Nadia," she said over her shoulder.

All of us in the shower spread out and relaxed with a collective sigh, while Astra lowered the meat to the floor.

"I'm so sorry," said Marie to us. "I didn't realize she would make such a fuss. Maybe I should have told her in advance."

"She would have just thrown a tantrum and done something stupid, like try to run away from home," called Nia. "Surprising her was the best way, Mom. Did anybody get hurt in there?"

"I have some small scratches, but I think that's all," said Asta calmly. "Cel, can I have that knife?"

Marie apologized again, but Celeste and I just told her not to worry about it.

"My first daughter put up a fight, too," I said. "It happens."

Astra had finished carving a deep line around the roast's neck. She looked up at me.

"Henry, dear, would you?" She made a twisting motion and waved at the head next to her knees.

"Sure."

Astra leaned to the side and held Nadia's shoulder down, while I gave the head a sharp twist, resulting in a satisfying crack.

"Thanks, dear."

Astra quickly cut the few remaining bits of connecting tissue, then held up the head for Marie to hold. The woman cradled her daughter's head fondly, while she watched Astra work.

Celeste commented, "Honey, if we have a roast next year, can we get a bigger oven for Christmas? Even trimmed down and folded into a turkey pose, this roaster will barely fit in the one we have now."

I nodded. "I'll consider it. It would mean giving up a lot of the counter space, though."

"Oh, what am I doing?" said Astra to herself as she stood up. "Cel, you and Marie finish gutting and cleaning the meat. I need to preheat the oven and get started on the stuffing."

"I'll help you, Mama," said Julie eagerly. "I've made stuffing a couple times already."


Once the roast was in the oven, the rest of us gathered in the living room, and Mae, Charon, and Nova started handing out the presents.

"Mom," said Nova, "this one is labeled 'Nadia'?"

"Oh, yes, I forgot to change that." Marie shrugged. "It's not really anything much; we should let our hosts open it."

The girls all ended up with one present each, but somehow I had a small pile. I let the girls all open theirs first, while I took some pictures with my phone. All the girls had donned their hats again, so they looked very cute.

Mae's present was just her old handheld gaming device, but she seemed very happy to finally have it back. Julie got a pair of rollerblades, and Charon received some lipstick and perfume. We got Iris a double-ended dildo, which led to a lot of giggling and teasing.

"You be sure to share that, now, dear," said Astra, with a twinkle in her eye.

Iris rolled her eyes, but smiled. "Duh, Mama. What else was I going to do?"

Nia got a couple bras with absorbent removable pads. Nova's present was a set of pencils and a small sketchbook.

"You really didn't have to get us anything," said Marie as she unwrapped the package labeled 'To: Marie and Nia'.

I didn't know what Astra and Celeste had picked out, but it turned out to be some kind of harness-type thing, vaguely resembling an oversized bra.

"It's a twin sling. To carry two babies on your chest, hands free," explained Celeste.

"Our moms use those all the time," added Astra. "They're really useful when you have multiple little ones to cart around the house or when you are out and about. Sorry, they don't really make them for triplets, but three babies would be too heavy, anyway."

"Tell me about it," groaned Nia. "Really, though, thank you! I'm sure we'll make good use of it."

Celeste opened the one originally for Nadia next. It was a box of fine chocolates.

"Oh, how nice," said Celeste, holding them up for everyone to see.

"They were her favorite," smiled Marie.

"Why don't we set them out, so anybody can have them today," suggested Astra.

After Astra and Celeste opened their matching earrings, which they had helped me pick out, I started on my presents. Most of them were normal 'dad' presents, like socks or a girlskin wallet, but the one from Iris was quite different. I held up the oblong plastic object for a second before recognizing it. However, identifying the pregnancy test only mystified me more.

"Don't worry, I washed it," Iris assured me. "I couldn't think of a better way to tell you. Sorry, I guess it's really more of something you got me. Is it too lame?"

I grinned and shook my head. "No, that's wonderful, baby. I love it."

She smiled and leaned over to kiss me.

After standing up straight again, she patted her belly. "You know, I didn't really want this at first, but now I'm really glad. I know how much you like pregnant girls, so no matter what you decide to do with me, I'm happy I get to become more sexy for you, Dad."

"Aww, how sweet," said Marie.

"What a wonderful way to look at it, Iris," commended Astra, fondly.

Astra and Celeste kissed her affectionately before she sat back down beside Mae.


The smell of the roast gradually saturated the house over the next hours, so by the time it was ready, we were all drooling in anticipation. Astra had banished everyone else but Julie and Marie from the kitchen near the end, so when they carried out the giant platter and set it down in the middle of the side dishes, we all oohed and aahed over the succulent roast. They had surrounded her with sweet potatoes, corn on the cob, and thick carrots, with a few whole onions. Her pussy had an extra fat carrot sticking out slightly, and her bulging belly was split open, showing the mounds of stuffing inside.

I took up the electric carving knife, and gave out portions to everyone. I took the fillet for myself, but gave Marie first pick after that, so she graciously accepted a wedge of breast and some thigh. When everyone had a generous cut of meat on their plate, I sat down and we all dug in.

The meat did not disappoint. The flavor was just as rich and savory as the aroma had promised, and it was so tender it practically fell apart on my fork. There wasn't much conversation for a while, unless soft moaning counts, as everyone was engrossed in enjoying the delicious food.

After positively stuffing ourselves, we all moved to the living room for some slow, relaxed sex. Several of the girls wanted to try out Iris's present, so after using it with each of her sisters, she loaned out the dildo for various pairs to use. I initially claimed to be too tired from eating so much, but by the time Iris handed off her present to Celeste and Nova, I was rock hard, so I had Iris get in my lap and ride me until I came.


When Marie and her girls were putting on their clothes and gathering themselves to go home that evening, Astra offered them a casserole-sized tupperware.

"It's mostly side dishes," she explained, "but I put in some nice cuts of Nadia, too."

Marie hugged her for a long moment, then kissed her cheek, in a motherly way.

"Thank you, so much. This was the best Christmas I've had in many years. If you ever get lonely while your man and sister are off at work, come by my place any time, dear."

Astra smiled. "I think I'll take you up on that now and then, Marie. And, of course, you drop by any time, too." She turned to Nova and kissed the teen's forehead. "Your mom and sister may have had dibs last night, but if you keep coming by, I think I can promise you'll get your chance eventually, sweetpea."

Nova blushed and pulled her shirt down over her face, hiding inside it for a minute. While everyone was saying their goodbyes and merry Christmas, Nova went to Celeste, and then Astra, and kissed them briefly on the lips. She then squirmed indecisively for a minute until her mother was out the door.

Finally, she worked up her nerve and got up on tip toes and kissed me. Then she said, "Merry Christmas!" and ran to catch up to her mother and waddling sister.

Astra and Celeste snuggled up to me on either side and watched her go.

"Merry Christmas, indeed, dear," said Astra.

Celeste chuckled very softly. "Do you think she'll get all the way home before she realizes she forgot her pants?"

"I don't know," I smiled. "But, either way, I'm sure she'll be back for them, sooner or later."

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."

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."

Damn, that took longer to draw than I was hoping. Better late than never, I guess. When I get around to posting this story on Ao3, this image will be inserted into the appropriate point in the story.

While drawing this, I realized that I accidentally changed something about the original spitting machine. KaosAngel had the girl's hands tied behind her back when mounted on the machine, but in my rewrite her arms were locked into restraints, just like her legs. This implies that my Spartan has arm clamps, but the original did not.

Oh, well. I'm definitely not going to fix that now, especially since I think that scene where the oldest daughter was forced onto the machine works much better if the Spartan has everything needed to restrain her.

I loved how chapter 6 began almost exactly the same way as chapter 1, but then quickly showed just how different things were. Great story!