Episode 121: WET BAR

A juicier version of prior events. You will get the idea!

“So, this is the infamous Piper Cherry.”

Brock Dundee looked down at his dick to bear witness to the blond bombshell’s hands gripping it, one hand on his, the other on his brother’s. Anchored in she smiled up at Brock with a teasing gaze. “Word of mouth?”

“What was that you were saying about an appetizer Rog?”

“She’s not going to stop until we make her brother of mine.” Rog smirked, “I’m not telling that hot ass no under any circumstances.”

“I’ve got him pussy whipped already.” Piper grinned and knelt down between them. “I just want a nice quick family get together is all, then we can do lunch.” From there she playfully explored Brock’s facial hair, “If you two shaved you could almost be twins.”

“Oh, no! I like my goat.” Brock chuckled then winced at Roger, “Family get together? You two getting hitched? Asking me out here to cater? You do know I’m an ordained Minister.”

“No wedding bells!” Rog laughed, “But I’m pretty sure she can cater to our needs without your help.”

“Any life in these still?”

Piper explored their crowns then flicked her tongue over Brock’s urethra sending his legs weak at the knee. Roger catching his brother laughing mentioned anchoring one another. From Brock to Roger, she teased with lizard like precision coaxing both cocks back to full nobility. “There we go. Just what momma ordered.” Again, she grits her teeth considering the houseboat was named after their mother Matilda. No apologies spoken she simply stroked them both lovingly. “Bring ‘em in boys.”

Shrugging they shifted closer not really understanding why. Each shuffle toward one another was not enough as she switched her throat talents between one, then the other in rapid fashion. lured them tighter in formation. After a nice warm up session she dared to draw the brother’s closer still. Once their peckers touched and they saw her evil grin they figured out her game. No way was she fitting both big boys in that beautiful set of pouty lips. Right?

Rule number one Brothers Dundee ... never underestimate Piper Cherry. It took effort mind you, but Piper managed to take in both of their massive heads and sucked on them as much as she could. Roger whistling down at her barnstorming greed shot a memorable glare at his bro.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Indeed!

Both men reached down and grabbed the back of her head and face fucked her as deeply as her throat allowed without hurting her. Eyes tearing up under pressure she let them get away with her full meal steal. For the first time in their 34 and 35 years of living, both Dundee’s nutted at the same time, their jizz mixing a fabulous cocktail down her throat. The more they stiffened up to shoot the deeper she fought to take them in. Their grips waning, she asserted her own efforts. Feeling the corners of her mouth stretched to their limits and on fire she had to pull back or scream in agony. Dragging off of both bulbous crowns their cum and her saliva frothed from her lips and poured down her chin. A final gasp, she swallowed every drop within her mouth then kissed their six shooters ending her gunfight with blowing away the smoke from both barrels.

“Now that’s how the West was won.” She giggled. “I need a shower. I feel like I’ve been sleeping in a riverbed.”

“Outdoor freshwater shower over in that back corner just pull the cord.” Roger helped her up.

“You two go clean up together.” Brock advised, “I’m the least dirty I figure, so I’ll wash my hands and serve you guys’ lunch like we planned. I brought steak and lobster tail. Sautéed potatoes and broccoli. I could go all Top Chef and tell you every spice and garnishment, but I’ll spare you the finesse.”

“That sounds incredible.” Piper panted, “I’m famished.”

“Not enough cum in your belly to hold you over until morning? We can remedy that.” Roger chuckled tossing his ballcap off and leading her by hand toward the back door to reach the shower.

“Never enough! You need to feed me more at Horny-Dexter, too.”

“I’ll work on that.”

“Have fun kiddies! I even brought candles.”

“Awww! Romantic threesome! Can’t wait!” Neither could Brock, looking back at her perfect body he sighed with a dramatic tick. His brother always did land the hottest bitches, unlike Brock. His ex-wife Annie was nowhere near Piper quality. Bigger bottom and smaller boobs, still nice back in the hay. Day even! Now that girl Becky? Even she was right on the money for Brock’s palate. Short, sweet, petite, and adorable. Of course, he did have his eye on a certain someone. Pretty darned iffy though reaching that goal.

“So, what made you jump ship on me?” Roger hit the cord igniting a clean water reserve on the boat. Cleaning one another was relaxing and equally as pleasurable as sex, tenderness went a long way for both lovers.

“Stirring up trouble is all. My plan worked perfectly. I saw how those girls looked at you Roger, they were looking for an excuse to dump their guys.”

“Reverse psychology Counsellor! I observed some pretty hungry guys eyeballing you too.”

“There was no way any of them could get mad at one another over us. The men got what they wanted; the women got their desires met too. I presume you two strapping gentlemen fulfilled their needs?”

“Oh yeah! No problem there. Matter of fact, you’ll notice when we go inside the ladies wrote their cell numbers in rubbed pussy juice on the window.”

“Are you calling them?”

“Me? Naaa! I’m not going to start a riot. I’m pretty certain their boyfriends will be less forgiving when you’re not there to keep them in check.”

“True! If I have nothing going on I’ll be your wing girl.”

“I can’t expect to utilize you at my expense Piper.”

“Sure, you can.” She kissed him then swiped some shampoo from a dangling rack. “Pick the catfish out of my whiskers, Cap’n.” Applying the shampoo, she let him knead at her scalp and cleanse away the Cumberland. Ten minutes of pampering her Rog shut the water off and just held her from behind. She basked in his adoration as she reached around her right profile to palm his cheek.

“This is nice.”

“Yes, it is.” Piper found her heart opening up slightly. It had been ages since she was just held. Short lived!

“Dry your asses off and get in here I’m not reheating this shit again.” Brock interrupted.

“Raincheck?” Roger invited Piper, “Down time cuddle?”

“Absolutely!”

She kissed him warmly then let him decide to take the lead in going to lunch. Entering the living quarters, they discovered that Brock had even brought them two towels from the real bathroom. Roger was on his own, but Brock was the gentleman. Drying her off Brock then cast the towel aside and insisted on escorting Piper to her chair at the dinette. Seating her the chef began rubbing his palms together until Roger took his own seat. Brock winked at her then set out unveiling his feast by lifting silver plating covers to a stunning meal beneath. Inhaling his work Piper smiled. “Lobster! I feel so special.”

“Speaking of lobster...” Roger noticed, “Babe you are baked.” Her tan had gone darker than earlier. She did warn Roger that fast tans were her jam.

“Golden child!” Brock chuckled and went so far as whipping a cloth napkin out like a sheet and laying it over her lap. “Just so you don’t get crumbs in your pubes.”

“If I do, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind cleaning them off with your tongue.”

“I do lap cleanup.” He winked then felt the need to emphasize his sexual criteria, “Only hot girls though. On that note, I’m going to grab my clothes and find my cellphone to jot down the numbers of our new window washers. Bon Appetite!” Excusing himself Brock left them to dine.

“Brock is gorgeous.” She beguiled Roger. “Why are you two single?”

“Well, like I said...” He poured her some more champagne from a fresh bottle resting in an ice bucket, “ ... Brock was married for five years to a gal named Annie. They met in culinary school and were great together, even starting up their club River Rats as a joint effort.”

“River Rats does not sound all that appealing to dine at.” She giggled.

“People know what it refers to, being on the river and all. Besides, it’s not just a restaurant it’s a bar with a killer dance floor. Live bands even. I think he’s got one in house tonight. If I recall it’s a country band called Whiskey Dick, not a bad bunch. Fiddler is damn good! Dueling harmonica usually gets the place hopping.”

“You had better dance with me tonight.”

“I love dancing! When I find someone worth cuttin’ a rug with.” He chuckled cutting his tender steak rather than any rug. “Far as my relationship angle goes, I date fairly often, normally keeping my distance from any gal getting too clingy. Brock having a bar I frequent on occasion when I feel the need for company.”

“I’m very clingy.” She nibbles her lobster after cracking the claw and expresses just how delicious it was prepared. Expression exquisite!

“Yes, but you don’t want a relationship, which I can totally understand with what you’ve been through. Be as clingy as you want sexually, I’d even be fine with a bit of real passion in the mix. I just don’t ever care to settle down.”

“Someday I might consider trying that again, but my bucket list is just too long to leave room for that inevitability. Never say never! But whomever steals my soul has to let me be me.”

“Meaning?”

“Come on Roger, I’m a nympho ... no ... I’m whatever the next level of that is. I’m a Counsellor for God’s sake, I should really know what that term is.” She laughed. “I fuck who I want, when I want, where I want. My mate would have to be fine with that.”

“Not saying I’m volunteering on the mate angle, but I know I’d be down for that.” He grinned chewing his food. “Same has to be said of me. I love pussy and if I see a gal I want I will go after her.”

“Perfect! I do feel a connection between us. But I’m not going to commit to anything other than us being sluts together.”

“Fair enough! I believe you know I’m into that showing you off thing you expect of me.”

“So far!” She jabs her fork toward him with a wince, “Prove that more often. Not just at Horton-Dexter either. We can venture beyond those doors. I think after those cops watching us in the school yard, we should test those limits elsewhere. If they want to let us be us, I’m all in favor.”

“Agreed! On my agenda! Starting tonight!”

“Oh, really?”

“You just wait and see.”

“Remember who we’re meeting for drinks tonight. Josie is my protégé, actually I think she’s evened up with me on that end. No, she might have me beat, but not for long. Mimi is my true protégé these days. You should encourage her more.”

“Mimi Mouse? She is a cutie. Once or twice, I’ve thought about rocking her world, then I found out she has ten cats.” He chuckled and almost choked. “Hairball!” She found his comeback amusing.

“If you’ve noticed she’s evolving. Give her time and she’s going to be a force to, well ... be more open at least. She’s into dresses and no underwear so that’s a healthy start. She and LeAnne did have sex with two other girls last night at the game. She’s even talking of going with contacts and losing her librarian glasses.”

“Yeah, but isn’t she and that food truck guy Frank’s granddaughter snuggling up on a relationship basis?”

“Friends with benefits. LeAnne is bi just like Mimi. In Mimi’s case she went to school with LeAnne, so they have history. Her experiences with men are next to nothing but I know she looks, I’ve caught her, even encouraged her. Carl showed me video of her joining Josie in the hallway blowing Reese Teller and Mimi wore his nut so that in itself tells me she’s ready to leave her cats behind. That experience is eating at her, so I expect ravenous here very soon. Tonight, I hope to know if the guys can help bring her out of her shell. Their shells for that matter. Just ask Mister Lobster here I’ve got him coming out of his shell pretty fast.” She teased her food.

“Well, you did get her to be Dewey’s date for tonight. Hate to tell you though, Kevin Fowler is going to be heartbroken because he likes Mimi. The guy has hearts wearing sombreros spinning about his balding head.”

“The boys can share her. LeAnne is technically Dewey’s date even though Dewey asked Mimi first. LeAnne is only going as support because of Mimi. My hope is Mimi has a few drinks and loosens up.”

“I can’t imagine Mimi drunk. I bet the squeaking never stops.”

“I know, right?” Piper leaned forward grinning.

“I wonder if Brock just called those girls, he’s looking as if he’s flirting.” Roger glanced at his brother through the glass wall as he paced the deck next to his tethered speedboat.

“Awful daring if he is, knowing the girls are still with their men.”

“Yeah! You’re right. Makes me curious now.”

“Is he seeing anyone new?”

“Not that he’s mentioned. Could be his assistant manager Willow, they have chemistry like that, but they keep it all business. Willow’s a bartender by trade, he put her in control of the club part of the restaurant.”

“Why don’t they date if they have such a good bond?”

“I believe she’s only into black guys. She’s half white, half Afro American, just how she grew up I guess.”

“Has she seen that dick? Once you go white it’s no longer tight.” She giggled.

“Who knows, that’s not my business, but I kind of doubt it.”

“Well, whomever he’s talking to has his dick hard. Just saying!”

“Hadn’t noticed! Trying not to anyway! That stunt you pulled a while ago was pretty intense. How often have you taken two dicks into your mouth at once?”

“Maybe five times! A few with Ex-husband’s friends back in Atlanta while Davon watched. I just wanted you and Brock to bond.”

“That we did!” He laughed. “Eat up Bombshell! We’ve got some more fucking to do.”

“Mmmm! Mind if I rock your brother’s world?”

“Our turn to double up.” He winked.

“Now that’s what I call dessert.” The remainder of their lunch was shop talk. Wondering how Damon Rice and Patrice would take to public displays. Even more how Josie was going to manage Roman, the Coach was gun shy when it came to being worldly. Tonight, would certainly prove entertaining.

Dinner said and belched, Roger stood up and rapped his knuckles on the window to get his brother’s attention. Pointing skyward he let him know they were going up to enjoy the sun some more, Piper took Roger by the hand and led him astray.

Top of the world, Piper sprawled out on the futon mattress and kicked her legs at the knee in a free spirit bashfulness. Hardly shy but appearing so as a way of making Roger sense her desire to just lay with him. Crawling down next to her she snuggled up under his arm and enjoyed the higher range breeze filtering through the banks on both sides of the water. It was simply soothing now that the boat load of college hangouts were out of their hair. Peace in the moment she sighed and caressed his chiseled chest. Thank goodness for bug zappers.

“I needed this relaxation, Roger.”

“Yeah, that’s why I like it out here. This was my dad’s favorite spot.”

“I know your mom is deceased but where is your dad?”

“He’s gone too. That’s why I own the boat here. Well, Brock and I share it but he has a house in the city.”

“You don’t have a home?”

“Yeah, of course I do. I own a small house, nothing glamorous, just being me. That’s where my dog lives.”

“I think I’ve heard you mention a dog. What breed is it?”

“Malamute! His name is Titus!”

“Tight ass?”

“Titus...” He chuckled nuzzling her drying blond curls. “As in the Roman Emperor. Dewey helped me pick his name out. I wanted something regal.”

“I like it. How did I arrive at calling my dog Rotten?” She giggled. “Spoiled, I guess! Davon thought of calling him Thug but thank God, I won that one. Davon, being a thug now.”

“Let’s not go down that road. This is supposed to be a getaway from it all date. Escape the past Piper.”

“I have. Moving to Nashville has done wonders for my spirit. I’m free to be myself without my father dictating my every move now that we have a scar on our family ... because of my choices. Do you know my father has not even called once since I moved here, nor has my mother. The only relative that’s called is my sister Mona, Mace’s mom. Of course, I haven’t gone out of my way to call any of them either. I have another sister Breanna ... Bree is younger than me by two years, my almost twin.”

“Oh, yeah? Maybe we could hook her up with Brock.”

“Lesbian! Hottest Lez you’ve ever seen though, has a cute pixie girlfriend named Selby. Like I said she and I are unmistakable sisters, unlike Mona who took after our mother with dark hair. I kid you not Mona looks like Demi Moore. Bree like I said is me but wears the pants. Tattered jeans are all I think she owns. That’s not true, she goes to Law School, so I know she has to dress nice. Anyways, I’ll keep my eyes open on a date for Brock. For now, let’s just consider me as a shared date. Use me!”

“That’s the plan. Here comes part three of that diabolical strategy.”

Still on his cell Brock returned in only his cargo shorts. Overhearing his conversation from a distance they knew it was indeed his bartender aka bar manager Willow Underwood, no relation to Carrie. Funny considering it was she who booked the band Whiskey Dick and their leader Dick Smallwood. Keeping Wood in the family she told Dick. Ending their chat with his back to them Brock put his cell in his pants and turned to face... “Shit!” Piper had hopped up and now stood right behind Brock without him knowing. “Damn you move fast.”