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 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
Hewitts.

   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 Hewitt.

   "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 Hewitts 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."