EPisode 11: Bite Me

“Wake up sleepy ... head.” If a canine could talk.

Piper Cherry’s 200-pound puppy Rotten who had slept next to her all night long to keep her warm was becoming impatient. Not only did he need to potty, but he was hungry. When his master ignored him, he grew evil and clenched her blanket and sheet in his jaws and drug her bedding right off of not just her but her mattress. Sleeping so soundly the blonde lay on her belly with her face buried into her comfy pillow. Not even the chill of her bedding gone MIA fazed her. Whimpering at things not going his way her pup jumped back on to her bed and nudged her with his wet nose. Nothing! Licking her face, she simply switched profiles. Two can play that game. He simply moved around her gorgeous body and attacked her face from the other side. Swatting at him unwilling to revive she switched profiles again. Oh no she didn’t! The Rottweiler yelped once then circled her body. Sniffing as he had toward Josie McKellen yesterday, he found a vacancy between her legs and lay down, chin directly across her bare butt crack. Piper always slept nude it was just who she was.

Sniffs led to licks. In her comatose dream she at first didn’t relate to his invasion. Licking between her crack his tongue grazed, then zeroed in on her succulent butt pucker. Feeling entirely too good she dreamt it was Josie McKellen. Giggling in her peaceful slumber she even lifted her ass a bit out of subliminal reaction. It was when Rotten began nuzzling her cunt she mumbled, “Pussycat! You’re insatiable.” A couple dozen licks Piper rolled over taking her pillow with her to keep the sunlight from her eyes should she desire to open them. In her movement Rotten stood up thinking she was going to get out of bed. Once she settled on her back and kicked her feet, legs wide and upraised that he tilted his head from side to side. What the hell Bitch? Without a whine he simply stretched out again and continued licking her twat. “That tickles.” She mumbled and nearly fell asleep again. Up all night talking with Mace and drinking more wine Piper was nearly as plastered as she was when Josie and she got crazy.

Digging in Rotten’s tongue found vulva and circled her rim. That excited her into her hands going from holding her pillow to her sides. Clutching at her fitted sheet, nails digging in she moaned and mumbled her favorite verse of “Fuck me!” Josie’s tongue was amazing. Knees drawing her legs even higher Piper released her sheet and grabbed her calves drawing her legs toward her. Rotten found her taste to his liking and increased his lapping power to the point Piper squealed and had a minor orgasm. “I LOVE YOUR BESTIE!” A draw back at her upraised tone Rotten whimpered and barked once. Eyes bulging beneath her pillow Piper Cherry let go of her calves and let her legs drop to each side of the canine. As if searching for confirmation her toes touched fur. “You have got to be kidding me.” Pillow removed he lifted her head and spotted Rotten licking his snout with a Woof.

Sitting up abruptly made him jump to his feet excitedly and charge her. Knocking her backwards his weight lay on top of her as he licked her face. “HEY! GET YOUR SORRY ASS OFF OF MOMMY. Not right Puppy Chow!” She wrestled with him and guided him off of her body, rolling to her side. “You cannot do that to mommy. Bad boy! Bad! Not so bad but BAD!” It did feel pretty awesome. “What am I thinking? Ugh! YOU SIR ARE... “ She rubbed his belly as he shifted about on the sheet. Spotting his peewee growing she bulged her eyes at it then crawled from bed in a blur of speed. “I did not just see that.”

Standing she pointed at Rotten now laying to face her panting. “You ... have never ever done that to me. What the fuck Rotten? Our secret! Mommy forgives you but no more of that ... got me?” A yelp she eased back into bed and cuddled with him. “We need to find you a girlfriend.” With a kiss to his snout, she left her bed and went to her closet for something to wear.

“This really sucks. With Mace here I can’t stay naked like I want. If he weren’t my nephew, I might not give a shit, but what kind of aunt does that? Ugggh! I don’t want to get dressed. Why? Why? Why?” She selected a white t-shirt with a caption on it saying “Skis the limit! Come to Aspen.” Colorado that is. Pulled over her head the hem barely covered her pussy, cheeks showing in behind. “Nope! No pants. I’m in my own home darn it.” She looks at Rotten staring at her. “Hey! No pants out of you either. Let’s go wake Mace he can take you out while I make you a nice bowl of Gravy Train.” Primping her wild blonde curls a bit in the mirror she opened her bedroom door.

Shuffling from her bedroom in only that white T-shirt she found her nephew Mace asleep on her sofa instead of going upstairs to one of her two guest bedrooms. Stopping dead in her tracks with her dog Rotten nipping her heels expecting fed she glared at him. He was laying on his back still wearing nothing but cut off sweatpants, very tented sweats at that. Morning wood was more like morning Sequoia.

“Jesus, Mace. The kid’s hung like one of his dad’s horses.” Blinking at the size she had to break her trace and cover her eyes as if wearing a horse blinder. Ironic it was.

With Rotten whimpering she had a hunch he needed to go pee. Not adequately dressed to walk him she chose that original option. Stepping closer to Mace she reached down and wiggled his toes. “Yo! Rip Van Tinkle, get your butt up and walk my dog. Walk your own while you’re at it.”

Reviving with a squint against bright daylight through the French doors Mace Belmont sat up to look at his aunt. First thing he noticed was her nipple hard on stabbing through her white T-shirt. “You look perky this morning.”

“Wrong set of eyes.” She snapped her fingers, “Up here charm school. You walk the dog I’ll make breakfast and call the McKellen’s. Hopefully I can sway them into a Sunday drive through Nashville and show us both around.”

“Scrambled eggs?”

“I can do that. Toast? Sorry no bacon or juice.”

“Eggs are cool. Morning boy.” He greets Rotten as the dog moves in to kiss him and plant a paw on his knee. “Number one.” He looks over at Piper.

“Don’t tell me you trained him to let you know which part of potty he has to do.”

“Yep. Left paw to pee, right paw to dump.”

“Neat trick. Maybe that’s why he left nail marks on my hip.” No way was she going to confess to that tongue lashing. She was not into bestiality but even she had to admit that tongue was better than most men that had eaten her out.

“Maybe he wanted you to roll over. Dogs can teach people tricks too.”

“Oh, I rolled over.” She rolled her eyes in though, “Dammit! Don’t go there. Eggs for you.” She points at Mace, then switches her stab toward Rotten, “As promised, Gravy Train for you.”

While Piper heads to the kitchen Mace stands tall and stretches, realizing his morning wood was fierce. Laughing at it he trudged past Piper to retrieve the leash hanging on a hook by the front door. In passing her she slyly caught a side view of his nine-inch salami holding up firm beneath tortured sweats. Eyes flaring, she had to turn away and make coffee. “That thing is monstrous. After Josie and I talking footlongs and now... “ She could only chase away her thoughts by fanning her fingers like a peaCOCK! “Dammit!” Mace had a hunch he had frazzled his aunt and patted his crotch saying, “Good boy!” She heard him praise himself but thought he was referring to Rotten. Yes, he was, to the floor ... CORE!

Grabbing Rotten’s leash he hooked him up. Skipping any shirt, he marched the dog to the front door, and they took a stroll out into her front lawn. Stepping about slowly in his bare feet he encouraged Rotten to go already. Of course, he took his time smelling the new neighborhood.

Hearing a door open up and voices saying, “Race you to the corner.” He spotted the McKellen twins wearing jogging tights and sports bras. Not noticing Mace right away it took Rotten to bark at them on their way down the front steps of their home to get their attention. Jumping at Rotten’s bark the girls looked over and saw Mace. His tented sweats were zeroed in on more than the young man himself. Refusing to turn away out of pure ego he stood his ground. Whispering between one another before acknowledging him he got the gist of their reaction.

“Howdy.” He saluted while Rotten tugged on his leash wanting to go meet them in person.

“Hi.” Both girls spoke with synchronized tones. “You must be Mace.”

“You must be the pajama girls.”

“You shouldn’t have seen us like that. So embarrassing.” Sable spoke up.

“No worries. I guess technically I’m wearing my own pajamas.” He points at his short scissor cut sweats, specifically to get them to check him out again. “Your parents up?”

Flustered the twins blush and say, “Making breakfast. Does he bite?” Dakota asks not actually looking at Rotten, but more toward Mace’s erection. It was just too eye catching to ignore easily. Even Sable darted glances between both big dogs.

Rubbing the lowest portion of his abdomen, fingertips gently easing under his sweats where his protruding erection pulled his waistband out by a half inch he chuckled, “Downright vicious when he’s worked up.” They presumed he meant Rotten as the dog pulled more toward the girls excitably. Hugging one another fearfully Mace let it seem as if Rotten was pulling on his lead harder than he was. Dragging him across the yard until they were whimpering as if ready to run away screaming. “Don’t panic it will make things worse.”

Reaching the girls Rotten just sat down and lifted his paw as if wanting to say hello. Dakota chuckled nervously, “You were making that up.”

“Was I?” Mace pats his groin then lets it spring back into place pointing up and outward toward the girls. “My aunt is going to call your parents and see if she can’t get them to go for a ride with us. She and I want to explore Nashville.”

“I want to go.” Sable knelt in front of Rotten and shook his paw, “Hi there!” Beyond her sister’s field of view Dakota acted as if she should shake hands too while winking at Mace. Mouthing the same verse of, “Hi there.”, but penis level. Mace merely offered a smug look and shook his hips just enough to make his tent dance a jig. Her eyes bulged and refused to blink.

“Not sure if I have enough seating room in my truck for six people. Might need to take Aunt Piper’s Ford Edge.”

“Shotgun!” Sable belted out petting Rotten’s scalp.

“If we have to sit on someone’s lap I’ll volunteer.” Dakota shyly grins then looks at his erection. It was just too big not to peruse over. He chuckled at her eager response with, “You’re on.” She flared her eyes then turned beet red. Being on a boy ... was going to happen soon, she just knew it.

“I wonder if I can invite Travis.” Sable looked back at Dakota seeing her color change then follows her eyes back to Mace. He had stepped closer to them right next to Rotten. In her kneeling stance Sable was eye level to his crotch. Jaw dropping, she suddenly pictured her father being so near Dakota’s mouth while they hid in his closet unaware of their spying. Even more when Daddy jerked off in his closet and drenching the girls in white creamy nut. Facials for the first time ever. While Dakota loved it, Sable was a tad more uneasy. Not appalled, but less enthused due to wearing her father. She whined and stood up quickly, her face joining her sister in a brighter shade of red.

“Travis? That’s not the asshole behind Piper’s pool, is it?”

“He’s not an asshole.” Sable grew defensive.

“Plays killer music but he and his buddy sound like douchebags.”

“Ohhhhh! You mean Knox. He’s evil don’t go near him.” Dakota emphasized. “He stripped my sister and Travis the other day just to be mean.”

“DAKOTA!!” Sable was humiliated hiding her face from him.

“No shit! Wish I’d been there to see that.”

“You do?” Sable found the courage to smile, he wanted to see her naked. She hoped so.

“Sure! I’d have kicked his ass for you.”

“Oh!” Her heart sank slightly until she realized he was being protective. Still, she hoped he might have meant wanting to see her nude. Hormones were flying around all of them at that moment. That is until they heard the McKellen front door open and their father Henry step outside in his own sweatpants, he at least wearing a t-shirt.

“I thought you two were going for a run.”

“Run in with me I’m afraid. I’m Piper’s nephew Mace.” He waved up at Henry after kneeling down to hug Rotten in order to hide his erection. No reason to give him a bad impression so soon. “This is Rotten.”

“Kota? Grab my morning paper.” He pointed after a salute toward Mace. Dakota turned on her heel and wiggled her way to the mailbox for the pre-dawn news delivered every Sunday morning. In her thoughts she really hoped ... both men were looking at her butt. She was becoming very much like her mother in her desires of late. Plucking out the rolled paper she started to walk toward her father when Rotten escaped Mace’s grip on the leash and bolted at her. He then took away the paper as she panicked and dropped it. Clenched in his teeth the dog looked first at Mace who pointed toward Henry. “Give it to the nice man.”

Dakota instantly mumbled, “I might give it to you.” Still a virgin she was only teasing herself.

Rotten instantly trotted up to Henry and let him claim the soggy newspaper from his mouth. “Special delivery, huh? Uhhh! Is this where I say good dog?” Rolling his eyes Henry also bent down to pat the pooch on top of his head. “Let’s not make this a habit.” The dog lowered his eyes as if punished until Henry scratched him behind the ear.

Behind Henry everyone heard Josie step outside in her own t-shirt, it barely hiding her pussy. It was in fashion these days. Cellphone to her ear Josie saw Rotten, and joined Henry in greeting the pup, bending at the knee to share in a few morning licks to her free hand. Even she had to shiver at the innocent licks, after enduring the dog’s tongue yesterday thinking it was her old student Anthony Smooth. Neither she nor Piper would ever admit to Puppy Pussy. Nope! Nada!

Mace quickly zeroed in on Josie’s slightly parted thighs to realize she wasn’t wearing panties. As if his erection couldn’t get any harder but it did. It was becoming more than obvious. Tilting straight up the tip of his dick was dangerously close to revelation, nudging his rather worn-out waistband to the point of peekaboo. Regardless he stood smug knowing both sisters were drooling over it.

“Yes! Mace brought Rotten over to meet the family.” Josie giggled shoulder to shoulder with her husband. “I think Henry is becoming fond of your pup.”

“Pup tent.” Dakota whimpered; her eyes glued to Mace. He stretched vibrantly just hoping he might expose just enough to make the girls crazy. Strangely, Josie had interest in his exercise as much as her daughters, which is why she parted her thighs a bit more playing it off as not even aware she was doing so. Henry merely scowled and grumbled to his girls, “GO RUN. Take the mutt with you.”

“Me or Rotten?” Mace laughed settling his stretch back to normalcy and tugging his sweats up some due to Henry. Knowing it was the dog he let Dakota move in to claim the dangling leash. She in doing so noticed two things. Daddy had his own hard on and her mother wasn’t wearing panties. Her thoughts on the subjects were simple, “If mom can, I can. Nice Daddy, nice.” Coaxing Rotten into following her she and Sable took off jogging, puppy in tow. Mace watched their asses all the way down the block.

“Piper says your eggs are done.” Josie shouted. “Speaking of which, your flapjacks are ready Mister McKellen.” She winced at the word jacks after her drunken ordeal Friday night drinking Jack Daniel’s at Piper’s. Changing the subject she glares at Mace, “Sure! We can be tour guides today. Sounds fun actually.” Josie pauses Henry in rising, “Piper wants us all to show her and Mace Nashville. She’s paying for everything, gas, lunch, wherever we stop in.”