Thoughts on what is for dinner part 1 of 2

Thoughts on what is for dinner part 1 of 2

"Hey Sarah", the message begins, "I'm cooking up a special dinner tonight and I want you to be there. I am inviting a bunch of our friends, it will be great!"

I had known Steve for years, but never knew he could cook. This is such short notice though... Well, it IS a Tuesday. What else do have to do on a Tuesday night?

"Sounds good. I will be there. You want me to bring anything?"

"Nah, just bring yourself"

"Alright, I'll see you then!"

"See ya!"

I continue working until five o'clock, wondering what sort of meal Steve's preparing and who might be there. I hope Steve's not, like, vegan or something. I cannot remember him eating any time we have spent time together. Jess will be there, and I can ask her why she has not returned my calls in a week.

At the end of the day, I leave, get to my car, and drive over to Steve's. There are quite a few cars parked in the street around his house. I wind up parking four houses away and walking back. I knock on the door, and some guy I do not recognize answers it. It is surprisingly not loud for a party. I would think they would be blasting music or something, but it is quiet. As the door opens, I catch the scent of something that smells amazing. "Hey," the guy starts, "Are you Sarah?"

I am caught off guard by this guy knowing my name. I do not know him. It is creepy. "Y- yeah?"

"Oh, good, Steve said to expect you." As he says this, he opens the door the rest of the way. Inside, I see a whole party of people. They are all just sitting around and talking. I do not recognize any of them. They are also all guys.

"Where's Steve?", I ask, hoping to see a familiar face.

"Oh he's in the kitchen," the guy points, as if I do not know where the kitchen is, "checking on the entree."

"Thanks." I step passed the guy and wave to the group shyly as I walk past to the kitchen.

As I enter, I see Steve closing the oven. "Oh, hey Sarah! I was not sure if you would make it!"

"Of course I came. Who could turn down a free meal cooked by a friend, right?"

"Heh, yes, I hope you like it. It should only be about another hour."

"I do not know, like, anyone else here."

"These are all friends of mine that I met online. We all meet up like this every Tuesday. I thought this would be a good chance for you to meet them. You can trust them as much as you can trust me, so do not be shy."

"Okay. I will go introduce myself. Dinner smells great! I cannot wait to eat!"

I return to the previous room and introduce myself. The guys are all quite different from one another. It does not seem to be a group who would usually hang out together, and I cannot really find any common interests to all of them as we chat. After a while, I hear Steve call out, "Hey, I'm about to bring out the food. If you could all wait in the dining room that would be great."

We move to the dining room, and I wind up seated furthest from the exit. I hope I do not wind up having to go to bathroom during dinner, as I would have to squeeze past half the people here.

Then Steve brings out what was in the oven... WHO was in the oven... It was Jess! I look wide eyed at the platter as she is set down on the table. She is completely bald, and a lot browner, but that's Jess.

"I uh... I must go to the bathroom. Sorry. I will be right back."

The guys, who were all looking at Jess and clutching their forks and knives, mouths watering at the sight of her cooked body, all turn to look at me. A shiver of fear runs down my spine. The guy seated to my right hands me an empty beer bottle. "Here. Use this. We will not watch. It will be easier than having everyone here get up."

"Th- Thanks." I take the bottle. They want to keep me here in this room. They know I will escape if I can. They have all got knives too. There is no way past them. Maybe if I just play along, I can watch for an opening. But how can I eat my best friend like this? I mean, she smells delicious, but she was my friend. This is insane.

"Sarah," Steve asks, holding up a carving knife, "Jessie wanted you to have the first pick of her meat. Where do you want a slice?"

She... wanted? This was her choice? Why didn't she ever tell me this? This is confusing... "Uh... I do not know. I have never eaten a person before. What is good?"

"Personally, I would recommend a slice of thigh or ass. It's a lot like pork, so whatever cut you might get from a pig, you'd probably like from a long pig, which is what we call humans when they're food."

"Okay, I'll try some of her thigh."

"Great choice!", Steve exclaims as he puts a slice of Jess's thigh on a plate and passes it down to me. It looks as delicious as it smells. This feels so wrong, but my mouth is watering. I take my fork and knife and cut a small piece off. I slowly bring it up to my mouth. I begin to chew, and it tastes incredible. It is like honey glazed ham, but even sweeter. Culinary perfection.

"Mumm, this is absolutely delicious!", I exclaim, as I cut myself a much larger bite from the slice in front of me.

"Thanks! Jess and I had been discussing this night for the past week. It is great to have friends for dinner, isn't it?"

"Mm, yes, she is so sweet. Can I get another slice?" In my mind, the two conflicting thoughts begin to swirl. As I eat, helping after helping, from various parts of her body, my absolute enjoyment of my friend's delicious body begins to overtake my apprehension against cannibalism and twist it instead into something of pure enjoyment... Something of pure sinful pleasure. While waiting for my third slice, I am already squeezing my right tit with my left hand, through my shirt. Eating my friend is making me so wet. Once I reach my limit, I am so horny, and I still want more, but I just cannot eat another bite. Most of Jessie is gone. The others ate as voraciously as I did.

Then someone grab my chest from behind and squeeze my tits. I do not care who they are. I do not care who sees. I am in absolute lust right now. I let out a moan and move my head back, giving them better access. They pull my shirt off as I kick off my shoes. Another minute and we have removed the rest of my clothes as well. I turn in my seat and take this stranger hard cock into my mouth as I reach my other hand into my skirt and begin to rub my clit. I close my eyes and feel someone else pull my skirt and panties off. Another dick enters my dripping hole. After a few thrusts, he picks me up and lays me on him, on the floor pushing his moistened cock into my ass. The guy who I was sucking off kneels near my head so I can continue as a third guy fucks me. I grab two nearby cocks with my hands. We go late into the night as guys take turns in my holes, giving me orgasm after orgasm. Every guy there fucks me at least once.

When I wake up, I am lying on Steve's table naked. The plates have not been cleared. Jess's bones are picked clean. There are spots of dried cum on the table, chairs, floor and on me. Steve's sitting naked in one of the chairs near me, but the others are all gone. "Good morning sleepy-head," Steve says.

"Hey... Good morning... That was, like, the best night ever."

"I knew you would have fun. You want to have some more fun?" He gets up from the chair, his morning wood ready to go.

"Yes, please."

He sucks and licks my nipple, followed by a playful bite, and pull. "Mumm... You would be such a delicious long pig."

I look next to me at the platter of my friend's bones. "With you as the chef, I'm sure I would."

To be continued