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Murder in Mississippi - The Dinner
🕑 Added 2022-08-05 14:58:48 +0000 UTCI decided to go to my room and hit the restroom to fix up my face. The last twenty minutes were unforgettable and I needed a chance to unwind. Eventually I turned up to the empty dining room, an old fashioned table, set to perfection with white tablecloth and lit candles. The silverware was already set, but the plates had yet to be brought out. I was still a bit soggy from all that had happened already, and what may be to come. What other secrets did this house hide? What could be gleaned from dinner here? As I ran these different scenarios through my mind, a hand pressed down on my right shoulder.
“So glad you could make it!” Cherry said excitedly. I looked up at her, and she put her finger against her lip, as if to say shh. “Let’s keep our little meeting from earlier, um, how do you say it… our little secret, okay?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Thanks Hun,” she said in an airy voice. She sauntered to a chair in the middle of the table and pulled it out. “This is your seat,” she told me, not taking her eyes off of me. I felt like she was looking at me the same way she would look at a hot fudge sundae. I did as I was told and sat in the chair. When I tried to rest my head against the back of the chair, I realized her breasts were bulging over the top. She hadn’t moved from behind me. “I’ve prepared so much food, I just know you’re going to love it!” she said, squeezing her arms together, pushing her massive chest in, and therefore forward. She got close to my ear. “And if you love the food, I just know you’re going to love the dessert-”
“Hey mom!” Ginny said, walking into the room. She took a seat across from me, her hefty breasts resting on the table.
“Hi Ginny!” Cherry said, rising and letting my head rest against the back of the chair. It was nice on my neck, but far less cushioned.
Ginny looked at me. “Mr. Detective huh? I have a case that you could solve, and it’s right here…” She pointed down to her tits, and leaned forward to show me her impressive cleavage. “Maybe after dinner, we can go up to my room and I can let you-”
“Ginny!” Cherry reprimanded. “How unlady like of you. Besides, don’t you think he’s a little old for you? He needs to be with someone more, umm, mature than you are.” She gave a soft chuckle and sauntered off.
Ginny waited for Cherry to leave the room. “Yeah, she’s got bigger tits than I do, but she’s also a lot older. Don’t you want some young meat? I’m only 18, she’s god knows how old? If you want to you can-”
“Ginny, what’s gotten in to you lately?” came the thick boy’s voice.
“Aw, little Ricky jealous?” Ginny said.
He entered and sat down next to her, across from me. He looked confused. “Umm… what would I have to be jealous about? Also, speaking of, you need to cool it on the low cut shirts when Melody is around. You know she’s self conscious about her bust size, and you hanging out everywhere isn’t helping.”
“Well maybe she needs to eat more. Look, god graced me with big boobs. She graced her with, well, nothing.”
“That is so rude, Ginny,” said Rick. “Melody is great. I think we’re going to the dance together in a couple of weeks.”
Ginny looked surprisingly upset about this revelation. But before she had time to say anything back, Cherry reentered the room.
“Bucky and Rebecca are here!”
Ginny and Rick straightened up. In walked two people, one small and meek, one giant. The small and meek one was, surprisingly, the boy. He must be Bucky. Unlike his brother, he was very skinny, pale, and honestly looked pretty downtrodden. He had short black hair, and didn’t seem to be too invested in what was going on. Behind him, though at the same time completely overshadowing him, was Rebecca. A giant of a woman, she must have been around seven feet tall, and she was beyond muscular. She had muscles bulging out of every facet of her body. I had been working in law enforcement and crime scenes all my life, and I had never seen a body quite like hers. She was wearing a tanktop that didn’t cover her belly, nor did it cover her sizable breasts, and short jeans that just covered up her big, muscular ass. But even more interesting, and it took a double take, there was something massive in her shorts. It looked like she had stuffed a Pringles can in her pocket and bent it so it wasn’t straight (and with her muscles, that didn’t seem impossible).
She was carrying a bucket with her, which was somehow the least interesting thing about her. She and Bucky sat down to my left, with her sitting closest to me. It was honestly embarrassing how much she dwarfed me, but I kept it to myself. She looked down at me with a blank expression, then plopped the bucket on the ground and looked forward, not saying a word. Her size was everything.
“Hey Bucky, how you doin’?” asked Rick.
“How do you think I’m doing? I can barely walk,” he said. He truly looked miserable as he stared at the table in front of him.
“Rebecca, you are looking like a picture today!” said Cherry.
“Thanks, Ma’am,” she said, with a deep voice for a woman, but perhaps expected for a human of her size.
Randall entered the room. “Food’s ready,” he said, plopping a plate down for Cherry, who sat at the end. This was clearly a matriarchy, with Cherry as the leader. He continued to serve until everyone got a plate, including me. It was a rather tasty looking hamburger and french fries, all homemade.
We all dug in and enjoyed what turned out to be quite an enjoyable spread. There were side dishes galore, and so much food to go around that I could tell why most of the people in this house were so big. Cherry in particular was scarfing down food like nobody’s business. She was putting the food away so fast, that at one point, she reached for another hamburger and her breasts knocked into a fork and it fell under the table, by the strange laws of gravity. Even though Randall was sitting next to me and closest to her, she said “Detective, could you be a lamb and get that fork for me, I’m in no position to get it myself, clearly…” in a very seductive tone.
Once again, I did as I was told. I pushed the seat back and crawled under the table. It was a lot bigger under here than i thought. I crawled over to the fork, and after reaching down for it, I looked up. Cherry had her legs spread in front of me, and she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy was staring me down, clean shaven and sopping wet. I could tell she knew what she was doing, they way she was arching her hips. I took a gulp and quickly turned my head away, only to see something even more curious.
Where Ginny and Rick were sitting, Ginny was constantly trying to grab Rick’s hand, and Rick was batting it away. Was this some kind of brother/sister game I was unaware of? As an only child, I was unfamiliar with the customs of siblings, but I felt like this one was borderline inappropriate.
And then came the biggest shock. I turned to my left, trying desperately to get back up, when I saw a small hand masturbating an enormous cock, by far the biggest I had ever seen, though I wasn’t exactly a purveyor. And then it dawned on me, that hand was Bucky’s! Meaning… indeed, that cock was coming out of those short jean shorts, with those immensely muscular thighs. That was Rebecca’s cock. It was gigantic, and veiny. Bucky’s hand couldn’t even wrap all the way around it. The thing had to be at least a foot long, and wasn’t fully erect yet. A small glob of precum emerged from the apple sized tip and dropped into the bucket. Now it made sense.
“Detective… I’m getting hungry…” said Cherry.
I snapped out of staring and moved back out of the table. Sitting back in my chair, I passed the fork back over to Cherry, who winked at me with a devilish grin. I nodded then turned to look at Rick and Ginny. Ginny was staring at Rick, who was trying to look at anything else in the room he could find. When I turned to my left (and looked up) at Rebecca, she was casually staring forward, as if nothing was going on. Her breasts were too big and too high up for me to even see Bucky, he was completely overshadowed by this bodybuilder woman with a giant cock. His life must be interesting.
“So Detective Harvey, can I call you Harvey?” asked Cherry.
“Of course, you have been so gracious, the least you can do is call me Harvey,” I replied.
“Thank you, Harvey,” she continued. “Once the storm has ended, what do you suppose you’ll be doing?”
“Well,” I said, not wanting to spill any beans. “I would most certainly need to continue my case. I am still trying to solve the murder of one Stephen Bryer.” As I said that, I noticed the table, if only for a few seconds, stopped eating. There was a moment of calm, or was it actually panic, that took over the room. They quickly resumed eating.
“Indeed, that is important work,” she said, using her napkin to wipe her mouth. She pushed her chair way back and stood up. “Randall, could you help me out with something in the kitchen please?”
He nodded and the two of them retreated from the room. I heard a small ding coming from below me. Come to think of it, I had been hearing a few of those dings over the course of the dinner, and they were starting to pick up in both rate and intensity.
“Hey, Harvey,” beckoned Ginny. “Wanna good fuck before you leave? I can make it happen tonight.”
“Okay, with that I think dinner is over,” said Rick, who stood up from his chair. “Detective, it was good having you, we’ll worry about cleaning up the table, right Bucky?”
“Um… yeah… just give us a minute…” he said, clearly working on something under the table. The dings of the pan continued escalating, and now Rebecca was biting her lip. She was close to, well, doing that thing that I assumed she did, because of what she had… down there. I had just never seen anything like that.
And I didn’t want to be a part of it. I stood up. “Thank you all for everything, hopefully the storm will die down tomorrow and I can get out of your hair. You’ve all been most hospitable, and I greatly appreciate it. I’m very tired, so I will retire to my room. It’s been a pleasure meeting you all.” I looked around and nodded at everyone.
“Good night,” Rick said, staring at me. “Enjoy your room.” His emphasis on the word room drilled home his point about exploration of the house, and how it was strictly prohibited. I noticed him gathering food around the table as I left, clearly for the monster in the attic.
