The Dinner Party

“Dinner is served,” Mom announced, once the last dish had been set down, “You may now fix your plates.” Julia stood fast, and first, circling the table. I turned to Hiro, moving to kneel between his seat and Julia's, in preparation for my own meal.

I licked his feet, prompting him to part his legs for me, and then eased into position. I brought my mouth to his cock, and I admired it, just for a heartbeat or two. Then I leaned in, and licked his cock submissively, stroking the underside tenderly.

“So, um, I hope this isn't a dumb question, but, uh,” Hiro started, above me, “what is the proper etiquette with the faggot? Do we really just totally ignore him, Misses G? Or, like, can I put my hand on his head while he's eating, that sort of thing?”

He sounded like he felt a little awkward, but his cock had no hesitation or reluctance. His cock stood proud and beautiful, thick and slick under my tongue. I worked my tongue up the shaft slow, before my lips wrapped around his crown gently.

“Just ignore him,” Mom answers, “He needs his dinner, just as much as we need ours. The faggot won't function well if he isn't well-fed.” I took a moment to roll my tongue delicately around Hiro's crown, nursing softly on the helm of his shaft.

Then I slid my mouth down, wrapping my lips around his hilt in one smooth dive. He wasn't near as big as Mom and Dad, either in length or thickness, but he tasted nice. I am starting to wonder if that's a side-effect of the evolutionary quirks.

Do those who develop milk production have better-tasting cocks, as well, or does all cock just taste good on my tongue? Given my own limited experience, I can't really say I have an educated guess to make. Both seem plausible, at least to me.

“Also, do try not to moan in reaction to him. Only in response to the food on the table,” Dad adds firmly, “There's really nothing to acknowledge about him at all, right now, unless he's licking your feet.” Hiro hums a quiet acknowledgement.

I bob my head quietly on his cock, until he pushes his chair back. I let him slide out of my mouth, hearing him pick up his plate. As Hiro moves to fix his plate, I turn around completely, facing Julia, and slide my notebook underneath her chair.

I lean in, breathing in the scent of her, then lick her cock from hilt to crown. She offers me no response, as is appropriate, and I wrap my mouth around her crown. I roll my tongue around the helm, then slide my mouth down, clean to her hilt.

Her meat is delicious as it slides across my tongue, but my stomach rumbles, and I start to bob my head. I don't have time to make love to her cock, to worship every millimetre, to make her feel like a young goddess, newly risen to the heavens.

My stomach is running on empty, and I need the cream that she has come to feed me. I focus on eating my dinner, quiet and appreciative, swallowing around her when my lips hit her hilt. Her muscles flex and tense, and she shifts her legs.

I wrap my arms around the legs of her chair, and I can feel her pulling her feet back. I slide my hands down her calves, finding my notebook under her toes. She doesn't move her legs. I gently caress the soles of her feet with my fingertips.

Her muscles flex and tense around me, then relax, then tense again. I don't speak Morse code and I'm not sure that I'd recognise it in muscle movements even if I did, so I hope she isn't attempting to communicate in some discreet form.

For a few minutes, I bob my head on her cock, caressing the soles of her feet and her toes with my fingertips. I smile on her meat as I slide my lips up and down, fast and hard, sucking her as swiftly toward completion as I'm physically able.

Julia offers me no encouragement and no acknowledgement, but she also offers no resistance. She knows she is here as both dinner guest, herself, and as part of my dinner. As long as I eat quietly, I get to eat my fill. Possibly even seconds!

Doubtful I'll have time to come back around for a second serving. If I'm fortunate, though, they'll be having so much fun, seated at the table, that I'll get to at least start a second round. Living on cock milk will require me to consume a lot of it!

After four minutes, Juno's feet flex against my fingers, and then her cock starts to pulse. I slide my mouth up to her helm, rolling my tongue around it delicately, I nurse softly, waiting, as seven thick ropes of milk pump onto my waiting tongue.

Her cream is delicious, if not the most voluminous. It has a creamy texture, like Enzo and Juno, not quite as smooth and velvety as Mom and Dad. The flavour is wonderful, however, and makes me happily lap up every drop that she offers me.

I lower down, to reach for the notebook, and I take a deep breath as she hasn't moved her feet. I lower myself down and I bend my body to manoeuvre, and lick the sole of one of Julia's feet. Her foot flexes against my lick, and she lifts it gently.

I lick her other sole, and she lifts both, placing her feet on my face. I blink, but then gently lift my hands to her feet and cradle them. She strokes gently, covertly, brushing her feet softly on my face, like a delicate, stolen, secret little instant.

Then she withdraws her feet, and I take the notebook, quickly jotting down notes on the flavour, texture, thickness, and volume. I move swiftly to Hiro, putting the notebook underneath Juno before I return my mouth to Hiro's waiting arousal.

Above me, warm conversation and laughter, even from Hiro, who is doing better now at ignoring me. I suppose maybe he just needed confirmation from Mom and Dad that it was the right thing to do. He must be unaccustomed to cock slaves.

Once my mouth is on him, I bob swiftly, tightening my mouth on his meat. He has milk for me, and I desperately want his cream in my stomach. It takes around five minutes, before six pulses of thick cream pump onto my tongue for me to drink.

I lick the last from his crown and move fast to Juno. Her legs part for me, a little wider than necessary, her one little act of rebellion to decide how she treats me at dinner. I wrap my lips around my little sister's cock and begin to suck, hungrily.

I save Mom and Dad for last, focusing first on the guests, and my siblings. Mom and Dad offer the most, in terms of volume of release, for sheer experience. Eating the smaller servings has always seemed like the best way to go about one's dinner.

The fact that my dinner is now cock doesn't mean my views on how to eat dinner have shifted. What I eat is different, and I eat by sucking cock, now, but how I approach dinner remains the same. After seven minutes, Juno pulses into my mouth.

She makes me swallow more than once, and seven minutes later, so does Enzo, before I progress to Enrique's still-waiting, steel-hard rod. Their cocks aren't as large as Enzo and Juno, but they're easily about my own size, possibly slightly larger.

I haven't ever been the compare a cock sort, but even less now that I am a lawful cock slave. I suck silently, bobbing swift and hard on Enrique's thick meat, for almost five minutes. Then, eight dense pulses of cream flow into my waiting mouth.

My lips slide off, licking up the last dollop at his crown after I've collected it, and I move on. I turn to Dad, easing between his legs, after taking my notes on Enrique's milk. I run my tongue up his underside, worshipfully licking him before I start.

Then down, hard and fast, bobbing my head, all but fucking my mouth on his thick shaft. Dad makes me work for it, about nine minutes to make him unload, and I drink greedily. Mom makes me work for eight minutes before she gives me hers.

Above me, the conversation and laughter has continued, increasingly enthusiastic and sounding quite animated, over the last forty-five minutes. I wait for a moment, then notice that while all cocks are hard, no one is moving from the table.

The conversation is in full, animated swing, and I seize the opportunity. I crawl quickly back to Julia, licking the soles of her feet. She freezes for a moment, then quickly swings her legs forward from under her chair, putting them around me.

I let her pull me close, her feet on my back as my lips return to her cock. I wrap my mouth around her, and slide down on it, starting to suck her cock for a second helping. I'm not famished, anymore, but I won't miss an opportunity to eat more.

This time, Julia's soles lay on my back, her thighs against my neck as my mouth raises and falls. I can hear the sound of a chair sliding, but I don't look. I have food in my mouth, and a chance at extra cream. I don't care who's standing up, now.

Julia lasts longer on her second round, making me work for seven minutes before her meat starts to pulse. I close my eyes and savour the taste of her, bobbing as fast and hard as I can, until the last second. Then I breathe in her scent, and drink.

Her second release is larger than the first, stretching ten shots in all, an impressive second serving. My stomach rumbles, a low warning telling me to stop eating. I swallow Julia's cream, sighing happily around her, licking up the last of her milk.

Then I ease off, and crawl to Mom and Dad. I kiss Mom's feet, and then Dad's, and I wait. I notice Enrique missing from the table, before he returns and sits back down, his cock still out, still hard. Once he returns, Dad clears his throat, distinctly.

“Has the faggot reached everyone?” Dad asks, and a wave of assents follows, hummed affirmations. “Very well. The faggot will be leaving the table, then, as he's finished his dinner. He will retire to the service room until we finish our own meal.”

I crawl out from under the table, notebook and pen in hand. I don't look at anyone, I just remain on my hands and knees, until I am out of the kitchen, fully. Once out of sight and out of mind, I push myself to my feet, and retreat to my bedroom.

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