The Bottoms of My Heart

"Yummy little cock, too. I love it. I love your thick one as well, Master ... I need both kinds. I was fooling myself, trying to be the good Christian wife. This is what I need. This. I need Lisa ... and Lenny ... and I need you, Master. And I need other men and other women as well. I want to have your baby, too. Yours ... and Lisa's. And the other men's as well. Face it ... I'm a natural-born slut. We all are in this group, or else we wouldn't be drawn to it. The Tribe, you call it ... fitting. We're your tribe of sluts. We're your sluts, period. I know that I am. Fuck yeah!" Kristin declared.

"Yeah, well, we all knew it about you, honey. It's been obvious. You didn't hide it that well under your prim and proper exterior. This is a small Southern town. Everyone learns what you are ... sooner or later," Kelly said, while fondling my ass and my balls.

"Oh, God ... Kelly, just for that, you get the next turn with me. I'm in charge, but I'll reward you with a choice this time. Pussy or ass. Mouth goes without saying as part of the foreplay, I think. Which is it to be, sweet cousin?" I asked my dusky Bottom babe.

"Oh ... fuck, yes! My ass, Master ... I hope to get plenty in my pussy this weekend, when I'm fertile, so I want to make the most of my butt action now. Please fuck my slutty ass! I'm a Bottom ... you know how much I need it!" Kelly urged me.

"Anal it is. Don't want you think that I've forgotten my first loves, just because the Tribe has expanded. Never. My Bottoms always come first in my heart. I like Kristin here a lot, as well as Lisa, for instance, but my Bottoms are especially dear to me. We wouldn't be here, with such a nice, large family, without the Bottoms at the root of it. The Watsons are here because of it, for instance. Not sure if I would have met them as quickly or become intimate with them as soon without my sweet, wonderful Bottoms," I noted as I kept fucking Kristin and she continued sucking Lisa's little prick.

I was under the distinct impression that Kristin was sincere about her appreciation of the smallness of her husband's cock. It made sense to me, if nothing else. Kristin needed both kinds of guys in her life, the soft, tender, gentle sort ... and the rough and ready sort as well. She needed to be dominated and to dominate. She needed the effeminate, prissy fellows and the hairy, masculine type in her bed. No wonder she had turned to the likes of Howard Goulart and joined the whole orgy scene. She obviously wanted to seduce Lisa/Lenny into it in time, too.

Speaking of Howard, he was now balls deep inside Bobbie, hitting it from the back, and I had to admit that Bobbie felt good on a man's dick, as I had discovered earlier ... for a woman approaching sixty, she had a remarkably nice ass, too. How did she keep that in shape? Howard certainly didn't object to screwing his future mother-in-law, nor did she mind his dick in her twat.

As for Billy, he was busy thrusting in and out of Jenny, his stepson's wife, apparently hoping to knock her up at last. For a guy that had insisted that he was faithful and monogamous, he had a funny way of showing it. It turned out, incidentally, that Billy hadn't been quite as loyal as he let on ... nor had Bobbie. Both were simply afraid of exposure, especially to people in Riley who patronized their diner. As with any small town, there were poorly kept secrets and people who kept telling themselves that the same secrets were much better kept than they really were. I found out later that Billy had been screwing Jenny for a while now ... and Bobbie had polished Howard's knob more times than she could count. They hadn't been monogamous or openly swingers ... they had just cheated on each other ... but that was over. Now they would be poly instead.

When I came inside Kristin, I noted that Lisa rushed to clean it up, getting into a sixty-nine with her wife, while Kelly knelt to suck Kristin's juices off my dick. It wasn't much longer before I started actively face-fucking Kelly, as Jolene and Patty started rimming me with gusto.

"Wow, I think that Mommy wants a piece of that action, too, huh, Mom? It's okay. I want you and me in a threesome ... no, scratch that, foursome with Master here. Jolene can do whatever Master asks of her as well. She's Mommy's girlfriend ... no, wait, fiancee, which means that she'll be my stepmother someday. Delicious thought," Kelly said, while Patty and Jolene kept licking my butt.

"Okay, then ... Jolene, eat Kelly's twat while I fuck her ass. Patty, strap on a dildo and peg me. It's not normal for you, but that's okay. You'll always be a Bottom with me ... this won't change it. Everyone in this family will take it up the ass, sooner or later. Even me. This is going to be a wild ride, but that's the best kind, isn't it?" I chuckled as I sodomized my sweet Kelly Bottom, who as always showed me how much she delighted in this.

It wasn't much longer until Belle started sucking my balls while Patty pegged me, not that I minded the extra attention ... and the poor gal couldn't help herself. As with all of the Bottoms, they loved to service me however they could. They had fun with the others, but sex with me, in whatever form they could have it, was always their focus ... they loved each other, were even in love with each other, but to their sweet, submissive souls, I always came first. I was and always would be Master to them ... and they were always my favorite sluts.

I laughed while watching Mr. and Mrs. Vogel, who had apparently gotten distracted somewhere in a frenzied, one-on-one encounter in their van, as they walked in and joined the orgy at last. It wasn't very long before Martin was sandwiched between the Vogels, his ass pounded by Mr. Vogel while he rammed Mrs. Vogel good and hard. It didn't take much to update them, as they were quick and astute learners, thankfully ... they picked up on everything pretty damn fast.

Yeah, the day was still quite young ... I had the notion that we would be fucking ... and not stop screwing each other, in a wild range of combinations, until we wore each other out. That would be a great time for supper ... would it not? Even then, supper would only be the break between orgies, that's all. Thank God for those blue pills, that's all I got to say.

Every man has his limits, even with blue pills, and for me, that came about thirty seconds after I did, spewing what little I could manage inside Belle as we wrapped up the orgy for now ... for now being the key phrase. She didn't protest, knowing that I had certainly given her plenty of seed this past week and would again. As I said, every man has limits ... even me. She swallowed up that spunk and kissed me in a passionate snowball French that made it plain that I would always be first in her heart ... well, maybe tied with Kelly, but that was the only person who could be considered a rival, and was someone a rival if she also adored me the way that Kelly Bottom did?

"Supper time, I think. We've binge-fucked ourselves pretty well today, not that I mind. That was kind of the point of Hump Day. Especially this Hump Day, our first together. Still, I think that my dick needs to stop for now, for fear it will wear out or something. My poor heart will probably murder me, too, if I don't take a break to eat and relax. This has been one hell of a day, hasn't it?" I declared, while all of my lovers got up and kissed me in turn ... the Bottoms first, followed by the Watsons, Joneses, etc.

"Hey, you're the main stud, the Master around here. You're going to be in demand, more than anyone else. Still, could use the rest. My pussy and ass are so sore and I swear that I can still taste all that cum on my tongue. Not to mention lady juices," Annie winked at me, "I'm glad that my hubby gets it now. I think that he's happier than ever. And damn ... Master, that cock of yours ... I seriously hope for your spawn this time around. I would love to be able someday to point to a grown man or woman that we bred together and show him or her that prick and say... 'See, that's the dick that helped make you ... go worship it as you should.' Wouldn't that be a riot?"

"All I know is that, even if Martin weren't already teacher's pet, he is now for sure. Martin, honey, feel free to fuck me whenever you want. I very much want to be part of the Tribe ... what of you, dear?" Mrs. Vogel spoke lustfully.

"Are you kidding? That boy has one nice, tight ass ... and I'm not usually keen on fucking guys ... or I wasn't before. I see that I was missing out, especially with Martin Bottom. You get daily access to that dude's butt ... yeah, that's a sweet deal, if you ask me. I can see why the Greeks loved boys now. Mark ... you've been slamming that ass all this time ... wow! Lucky you!" Mr. Vogel smiled and winked now, while rubbing his wife's tush and Martin's both ... while Mark's hands wandered over to Martin's dick.

"Yeah, that's one sweet ass, I could have told you that long ago, man. Face it, sir. You're bi. There's nothing wrong with being bi. It's a lot of fun. I love this cock, too. Don't you, Mrs. Vogel?" Mark taunted Martin's former teacher.

"It's a very nice dick, yes. I'll let it in me whenever he wants to put it there. Whichever hole, too. Yours, too, come to think of it, Mark. I always wondered about the two of you ... now I know. Down deep, I've always suspected that you had a thing for each other. Someone once asked me about it and I told them, 'hey, boys will be boys, ' and I meant it. Nothing wrong with letting boys be boys ... and be with each other. That's part of the fun. Society should encourage homosexual activity among young men. It's perfectly natural, especially given how often young men are naked around each other. The ancient Greeks had it right about that sort of thing," Mrs. Vogel responded while I ordered some pizzas ... and breadsticks, though the latter was mostly for Allison, since they had no cheese on them.

"See, Master's very considerate. Breadsticks for me ... with marinara sauce, too, no less," Allison thanked me as she sat on my lap ... planting a few kisses on my lips.

"Well, you are a vegan. You've made that plain as day. I respect that. Shouldn't mean that we don't get to eat out together or have delivery done. You can still eat fast food ... we just have to consider your ethics. And make sure that you get plenty of protein and iron in other ways," I noted.

"Oh, I can think of at least one, very excellent source of protein, Master. One that does come from an animal, but it's not cruel at all. If you get my drift," Allison laughed gently as she made her intentions clear.

"Well, you'll get no shortage from that source, I promise. Plenty of willing and eager donors," I grinned as we joked about Allison's evident fondness for cum.

"Put it this way. We all sucked Aaron's cock very often, but I worked hard to make him cum in my mouth, mostly so I could swallow it. I love to swallow it. Nice, salty spunk. I love the taste of jizz. I drained his balls more times than you can imagine. Oh, and I failed to mention this, but I'm actually fertile today. I might have aborted one child by Aaron, and yes, I did, but that's it. From now on, no more abortions. I'm going to get laid again and again ... and whoever turns out to be Daddy is just going to have to lump it.

"In case you're wondering ... I just plain loved the idea of fucking Megan's father ... her very married father. It was so nice and taboo ... and I often frigged myself thinking of sex with her entire family ... most of all, Megan herself. But also Annie, David, and yes, Jonathan. I even had fantasies where the whole family invited me over and took turns with me, fucking me into next year. I dreamed of them keeping me as their captive and never letting me leave again. I dreamed of them forcing me onto a cum-only diet as well. I dreamed of spending the rest of my life as their sex slave, their fuck toy, their plaything. I even fantasized of luring Becca, Marjorie, Consuela, and Nancy into their web. That was the sort of thing that I jilled off thinking of doing," Allison admitted to us, much to everyone's astonishment.

"Wow ... I'm not even mad ... that's fucking HOT!" Marjorie confessed, "Actually, I had fantasies where David and Jonathan raped me a few times. I know ... wrong, but that was one of my turn-ons ... I even played with myself thinking of threesomes where David would fuck Jonathan and they both screwed me in turns. And I had dreams where both Allison and Becca would tie me up and have their way with me. Same thing with Nancy and Consuela. Mostly me having to eat their asses and let them eat mine. I would have to watch mother-daughter incest between Nancy and Consuela ... and when they both squirted, I'd have to drink up the ejaculate ... and their piss."

"Wow, those are some kinky-ass thoughts for sure. You never know what people dream of," I laughed as we watched TV and waited for the pizza guy or gal to show up.

"Well, I had fantasies where Doug would catch me in bed with Tiffany or Devin ... or both ... and he would fuck us all until we couldn't take it anymore. I also had ones where I caught Tiffany or Devin or both with Doug ... and I would just join in. I had fantasies of catching Devin wearing my clothes and/or shoes, too ... and I'd blackmail him into fucking me or letting me peg him. Not to mention catching Tiffany and Devin alone together. I'm not stupid. I knew that there was something kinky about Devin ... and his relationship with you, Tiffany. Same with you, Doug.

"Face it ... we all kind of knew about this sort of deal, but we all pretended otherwise ... and while I hated being held against my will on one level ... on another I was disappointed that I wasn't simply turned into Doug's sex slave for life ... including being made to have orgies with the whole family. Now, at least, we can be honest with each other. I also liked and encouraged the youngsters to stay home and not leave the nest for selfish reasons ... sorry, kids, it's true. I wanted to seduce both of you," Nellie really threw out a curveball with that confession.

"Oh, like we didn't suspect? You were fucking obvious, Mom! You, too, Dad! I'm glad it's now out in the open, because, let's be blunt here ... the four of us have wanted each other for a good while. We've all lusted for each other, craved each other, seduced each other, etc. Tiffany and I weren't stupid, were we, Tiff?" Devin assured them, "And Mom ... you knew about my fucking cross-dressing all along, didn't you?"

"Yep, I'm afraid so. I just didn't let on. I wanted it to continue. I loved that you borrowed clothes from Tiffany and me. And, Doug, let's blunt ... you knew long before you confronted them ... and you wanted me to stay as your captive so that you could fuck us all some time ... sooner or later, right? It was to have us all as your harem, wasn't it?" Nellie declared.

"Okay, so I did. Are you happy? I wanted the family to play together ... and stay together. I just thought that I wanted it like that. Now that I've had this ... well, it's even better ... and you cheated publicly at least partly to get caught, didn't you? You wanted us to all come clean, didn't you?" Doug agreed...

"Seems that you were all playing games of chicken with each other, but now it's all thankfully out in the open and you're all on the same page. No more incest tag, right? No more secrets. Let's face it ... secrets come out eventually and only keep each other apart. This way is much better. Everyone together ... openly and lovingly. Agreed?" I stated, while now fondling each of my Bottoms in turn ... and Candy to boot.

"Agreed," Doug nodded, as did the others.

"Yeah, secrets suck ass! I mean ... I would have gladly fucked my ex and his father if they had handled it right," Erica remarked for her part, "Though only as part of an open or poly situation."

"Yep ... poly is the best way to go. Right, fellas?" Sophie snickered while her men caressed her body.

"You got that right, my dear," Wallace laughed.

"Oh, God, yeah!" Elroy swore.

"I wish that we had been kinkier and more honest in the past, but now we are, so that's good enough for me. By the way, can I still have a ceremony with my sons and daughter? Aaron with them as well?" Annie wondered.

Before I could answer with more than a thumbs-up sign, which I did, the doorbell rang ... you should have seen the look on the delivery man's face when he saw that many naked folks, not even counting Lowell Bottom, who answered the door. It wasn't scant seconds before the delivery guy had his cock out and Lowell gave him an extra tip by sucking on it like there was no tomorrow.

The man didn't actually leave the front door (which had closed by now), until Lowell swallowed every drop of his spunk, much to the guy's relief.

"How did you know that I'm gay?" he asked Lowell.

"The same way that you knew that I'm bi. We both just knew. Come back anytime, stud. I love to suck that cock of yours," Lowell winked at him as the guy walked away, even whistling as he saw the shape of the thirtysomething man's ass.

"Nice butt, too. Might have to try that out sometime," Lowell coughed as we began to plate and serve the still hot pizza and breadsticks.

"Same here, if he's interested. Guess that should hold your lust over until after supper, eh? I wonder what else we're all going to be doing tonight ... oh, wait, it's all up to me!" I laughed as I ate and Mary, Lowell's girlfriend, sat on my lap ... making out with her boyfriend in front of me, of course.

"Down, boy! Plenty of time for that after supper!" I half-seriously smacked his dick, not that he minded ... in fact, as I expected, he grew stiffer.

Pizza and supper took a good while, of course. We had all fucked ourselves silly earlier, fully enjoying each other's bodies in what had definitely turned into a clusterfuck, free-for-all, situation. Almost nothing was forbidden us, except that no man was intimate with Jan and no woman with Evan or Ernesto. Other than that, it was no-holes-barred orgy time, a real bacchanalia. We all had burned some real calories and our private parts were sore as could be, so we made a point of letting ourselves recover, all jokes aside, not doing more than playful flirting and teasing for now.

Even so, every single member of the Bottom family had a turn sitting on my lap. They made a point of that as well. I also spanked each of them, per their request, including Jolene. We ate our pizza and breadsticks, with plenty to spare for later, and we all watched what turned into a TV marathon of Star Trek Deep Space Nine, one of my all-time favorite shows (yes, even the non-Trekkies in the Tribe, and there were a couple of them, dealt with it ... they obeyed Master ... I had the remote firmly in hand). We also joked, teased, commented, and everything else during the show, but then I had seen literally every episode ever done of that series, so why should I mind?

"I envy Dax in a way, though I wish that Trills could reassociate. The idea of Ezri Dax fucking Worf sounds especially hot," Belle remarked, "Mind you, Jadzia is lot closer to me in hairstyle, whereas Ezri is more like me in personality."

"Yeah, funny that the tomboyish Jadzia, the Amazonian babe who could hold her own with a Klingon like Worf, has the longer hair, while the more girly Ezri has it cut short. But that reflects reality there. People are complicated. There are always aspects that clash with the rest of their traits. They're not that easy to figure out," I replied.

"Exactly. I still wanted Ezri or Jadzia to end up with Dr. Bashir. Julian is definitely my type. Okay, one of my types. I imagine that Sisko is pretty hung-up on his issues, if he couldn't date Jadzia because he still thought of her as Curzon. Then again, he took a while to heal after his wife's death, to be fair to him, and then the only woman that he seriously dated betrayed him by turning out to be Maquis," Katarina Vogel observed.