Cannibal 4H Chapter Eleven: The Sunday Dinner by Eurytion
JOEY WAS HUNGRY. The aromas emanating from the kitchen had his salivary glands
working overtime. Discretely, he wiped the corner of his mouth with his napkin,
then took another sip of his ale. It was Sunday dinner at the Howitts.
The small living room was crowed with waiting guests. Joey stood next to an
brown velour overstuffed recliner holding Linda Sue. Across the way Billy and
his cousin were sitting on the dark blue couch trimmed in beige, delicately
balancing plates of appetizers on their laps. This task was made more difficult
than need be by the way Terri's hand was caressing the nape of her younger
relative's neck.
Billy's dad, Norm and his uncle John were stationed over by a tall glass and
bronze table whiskies in their hands telling jokes. "What's black and tan and
looks good on a cattle rights activist? A doberman!'"
In the kitchen, Aunt Janet and Billy's mom were putting the finishing touches on
the day's repast. All in all in was a festive occasion, more so than Joey ever
imagined it would be. First the debauchery at Valerie's slaughtering and now
this. Maybe there is something to this "closure." he mused.
Linda Sue reached out and squeezed his hand. Pulling him close she whispered in
his ear, "Look at the way Terri is pawing Billy. It's a wonder the plate on his
lap doesn't tip over from that woody he's sporting. Maybe after dinner the four
of us should go up to Valerie's old bedroom and give it a final swan song before
Nora turns it into a storage room? Interested?"
When they were younger, Joey, Billy and Linda Sue had engaged in a number of
youthful experimentations. Strip poker had been their favourite amusement, the
games leaving all three sweaty but satisfied. While it had been several years
since the trio had gotten together on that level, Joey was excited by the
possibility of a trip down memory lane and an extra participant just made it
more enticing.
"We already know Terri's not exactly adverse to crowds. She probably feels
lonely with just one partner," Joey replied. "I'll talk to Billy and see if
he'd like to get another shot at you again. So yeah, I'm up for it."
Linda Sue's hand moved subtly to Joey's crotch. "You sure are," she chuckled.
"Besides, I think Terri offers us a number of possibilities. Watch the way her
tits bounce and then think about how much more they'd dance if we put her on a
spit."
Joey got even harder at the thought of Terri turning over a roaring fire, the
leaping flames turning her large nipples to dark, crisp, nuggets.
"Behave," he scolded. "One from the family is enough right now."
"You're probably right. Still, she's restless, unfulfilled. Looking for
something. That makes her a prime candidate for conversion. Don't rule it out
too quickly. I know the type and something tells me Terri is going to wind up
on somebody's spit. It may not happen soon but I think it's inevitable. And
since it's inevitable, it might as well be our spit."
Joey's response was cut short by an announcement by Nora Howitt.
"OK everyone. Dinner's going to be ready in just a few minutes. Finish your
drinks. Wash up and get to the supper table."
The table was oval and, like the living room, not really designed to hold eight
people comfortably. Highlights from its golden oak surface glistened through
the white handmade Belgian lace tablecloth that Nora had received as a wedding
present from John and Janet.
The best china was in use this Sunday, its delicate blue floral pattern offset
by the gold gild on the edge. This was an inheritance from Norm's grandmother
and was complimented by the silverware, a family heirloom handed down from
John's great-grandmother.
Each place setting was accompanied by a Waterford goblet and wineglass. Two
bottles of rare Ehrenfelser wine, one at either end, were joined a pitcher of
water. There were bowls of potatoes, fresh green beans in basil and ginger; and
plenty of hot rolls.
After everyone had settled into their places, Nora brought out the main dish:
roasted loin of human veal with garlic, shallots and mustard gravy. The platter
was covered with 1/2 inch-thick slices of boned veal loin, naped with gravy and
garnished with fresh tarragon strips. It was an exquisite presentation, one
fully befitting a member of the family.
For moments, the only sound that could be heard in the room, was the rough
scrape of the platter being placed in the centre of the table. Then Norm spoke
up. "I'd like to say something about Valerie. We all loved her and we will all
miss her. But Valerie is gone.
"While she was here with us she was never shy about eating her fair share of
human cattle. Whether it was a rump roast or ribs or just a simple stew she
loved those meals; they were some of her favourites and she looked forward to
them. Val visited Joey's farm on more than one occasion, knew what went on
there. The provenance of her meals, even the fact that she knew some of the
cattle she consumed didn't bother her. If we want to honour her memory we
shouldn't let it bother us.
"Valerie went to the fair knowing full well what could happen to her. And it
did. She, like many before her, lost her right to live as a human. On that day
our daughter ceased to exist and Cow 701 was born.
"Nora and I visited Valerie before her conversion. She had made her peace with
the fate that befell her, knew that she couldn't escape the destiny that awaits
all human cattle. As we left her for that last time, she asked us not dwell upon
her the way we saw her then, standing in a byre alone, naked and scared; she
didn't want us to brood over her conversion or blame ourselves for what
happened.
"Valerie wanted us to fix our minds on the happier times, to think of her as she
was during those times and to go on with our lives without regret. She told us
that what had happened to her wasn't unique. We're not the first family to have
someone converted to cattle and we won't be the last. Val said her conversion
wasn't a tragedy but just another part of life playing itself out.
"Still it was difficult, losing a family member always is. We were having
trouble coping; blamed ourselves for what happened despite what Val said.
Fought a lot, drank too much. The family was coming apart at its seams.
"Then our friends began to show us they cared and that meant a lot. We can't
thank you enough. Joey, your return of the cameo Val was wearing that day was
the start. That and your dad's extra payment for the crops, well it helped a
lot. But nothing helped more than what Linda Sue did.
"On her own she came around to talk with us, to listen to our sorrows, to share
our grief and help us begin healing. We took her suggestion that we talk with a
professional and we consulted the grief counsellor she recommended.
"When we visited the grief counsellor and he told us what we needed to do to
achieve closure we were shocked and appalled at his suggestions. What kind of
parents would eat their daughter? But, as the sessions continued, we began to
see the truth just as Val wanted. We have no compunction about eating other
parents' daughters; in fact we look forward to the experience. We would be the
worst kind of hypocrites if we were willing to feed on the flesh of someone
else's child yet shunned the meat from our own.
"So we went to Crenshaw's and we placed our order for a veal loin from cow 701.
Billy picked up the loin from the market. I boned it. Nora prepared it. We
gathered together relatives and friends and now we've placed it before them.
Today isn't intended to be a sad occasion but rather a celebration as we
reaffirm our love for Valerie and our commitment to our common culture. And so,"
Norm picked up his wine glass. "Before we eat this meal, I ask you to join me
in a toast to Valerie who we will always remember as a beloved daughter and who
we hope you will remember as a cherished sister, niece, or friend. To Valerie."
"To Valerie," echoed the diners raising their glasses to the young girl they
were about to consume.
Later that night Joey found himself shivering with delight as Terri's talented
lips worked at coaxing his limp pecker back to life.
"Come on stud, don't quit on me now. Third time's the charm."
Joey was lying on his back in near exhaustion. The two couples had trekked
upstairs after dinner at the Howitts to put Valerie's room to its final use.
What followed made the strip poker games of their youth seem like the child's
play they were.
Terri was the most shameless, inventive, and hedonistic woman Joey had ever been
with, including Linda Sue. When they got to Valerie's room, she sat her three
companions on the bed and proceeded to do a strip tease that would have brought
a blush to the cheek of Salome.
Once Terri had shed all her clothes she addressed herself to Linda Sue. "My, my,
will you just look at these poor boys here. I swear that the fabric in those
slacks is going to give way any minute now the way those trouser trout of theirs
are trying to stand up.
"Hon, I don't know about you but I like to receive pleasure as well as give it.
These two farmers seemed to really enjoy my little dance and from that wet spot
where you're sitting I guess it didn't do you any harm either. I think it's
time they paid a little back. Ever see the film the Full Monty?"
Linda Sue began to laugh.
"OK boys shuck those slacks and be artistic about it. Linda Sue and I are going
to be paddling the pink canoe while you show us what you've got."
Terri leaned over and kissed Linda Sue full on the mouth, her hands roaming
freely across the other girl's breasts. A moan escaped the joining of the two
pairs of lips.
Terri looked up. "Stop watching us and get on with what you're supposed to be
doing. You've already had your first show. Now it's our turn for a little
titillation."
Linda Sue spoke up. "You must be hanging out with the milking cows in Joey's
barn if you think these tits of mine are little," she joked as her hands reached
out to caress Terri's bosom.
Terri put everyone through their erotic paces. She began by eating Linda Sue
while Joey fucked her ass and Billy reamed out her cunt. She orchestrated
combination after combination, action after action. Joey was transfixed by her
voracious appetite for sex in any form.
As she slipped his revitalized boner into her box, Terri stretched forward to
bring her head next to his. "Hey stud," she said in between flicking her tongue
in and out of his ear. "After we're through here tonight I need a favour. And
you're just the person who can do it for me."
"Terri, what else can we do that we haven't already done?"
The ginger-haired girl's response sent Joey over the edge as he shot his biggest
load of the night deep into her grasping cunt.
"I want to be a cow."
