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Bottoms Up

By: KingWebster



Every year my company has a Christmas party. It's usually a stuffy affair the company president throws for the mid-level managers and some of his other friends and acquaintances. This year the party was going to be at his private home, a huge mansion in the heart of River Oaks, the city's upscale residential district. I didn't really feel like going as I usually hate these kind of affairs, but I felt pressured into it by my colleagues at work. Luckily for me it didn't turn out quite as bad as I thought. The food was outstanding and there was plenty of liquor to go around. The party was relatively low-key, dark suits and ties for the men and cocktail dresses for the ladies. One thing's for sure though, there's nothing like a fancy party in River Oaks to bring out scores of hot women.

I arrived alone as usual, at about eight in the evening dressed in a sharp, navy blue suit, and I must say my thirty-four year-old frame looked especially handsome. For some reason, that night I oozed confidence. I don't know if it was the suit, the liquor, or the atmosphere, but I felt like every woman in the room wanted me. I spent the first part of the evening downing a few drinks and talking with some of my co-workers. It wasn't until about nine o'clock that she showed up. She was an incredibly hot woman. Long luscious legs, flowing brunette hair, perky B-cup breasts, and an ass to die for. Her short, black dress clung to every curve on her luscious body and her "fuck-me" pumps left plenty of tongues wagging.

I have to admit I couldn't take my eyes off of her. The problem is no other male in the room could either, and to make matters worse, she knew it. Men young and old competed for her attention. It was obvious from her mischievous smile that she got off on the men fawning all over her. I decided to try a different tactic and more or less ignore her altogether. With the endless string of men she was turning away I figured I couldn't fair any worse.

So for two hours I ignored her save for a quick glance or two, and somehow it seemed to be working. Being one of the few men in the room who hadn't approached her yet must have been bothersome as more than once I caught her looking my way. I knew I had her hooked and now I figured it was time to move in for the kill. With confidence I walked over to the bar and made sure to pass right in front of her while showing complete indifference. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her stare as I strolled by. I smiled to myself and calmly ordered a drink. I took a quick sip and then turned around to survey the scene. She was still looking at me. I smiled slyly and turned away. When I finally looked back in her direction again I saw her eyes dart toward me even though she was in the midst of a conversation.

This time I stared until I got her full attention. I smiled again and then walked off across the room. I headed for the library down the hall, never looking back to see if she was following me. I went into the library and left the door wide open. The room was empty so I browsed through some books as I waited. It wasn't long before I heard the click of her high heels as she walked into the room. I could hear the sound of her slow and sexy saunter as she moved across the hardwood floor toward me.

"What are you looking at?" she inquired.

"Nothing really. I'm just browsing," I replied

"Oh." She grabbed a book for herself and started thumbing through it.

"So, what do you think of the party?" she said.

"Well it's a little boring so far."

"Is that so?" she said.

She smiled slyly as she went back to her book. She flipped quickly through it before putting it back on the shelf. After glancing at some of the books on a higher shelf she quite deliberately bent over. With her beautiful ass high in the air she searched through the books on a lower shelf. I must say it was quite a sight. She remained bent over for a good while to make sure I got an ample view. Finally she pulled a book off the shelf and stood back up as if nothing strange had happened. I watched her incredibly sexy body as she looked through the book. Her ass was a perfect fit in the tight, black dress.

Then, in a matter of an instant, it happened. I don't know if it was fate, my extreme sense of confidence or what, but she simply watched as I put my book down. Without asking I took her book and set it on the table near the couch. At that point we were standing face to face in an empty room, between a wall filled with books and the back of a leather couch. After a brief moment of eye contact she turned toward the couch. She put her hands on the back of the couch to brace herself and thrust her ass up in the air directly in front of me.

I stepped forward and gently caressed her ass over the fabric of her dress. She stood silently as my hands slowly fondled her cheeks. Some guests occasionally walked past the doorway on their way to the restroom but none seemed to pay any attention to the action inside. With my confidence growing I grabbed the bottom of her skirt and hiked it up over her hips.

She wore a black velvet thong that exposed her luscious cheeks. I tenderly caressed her bare ass, occasionally letting my fingers slide along her crack. Once again she didn't make a peep. Instead her body tightened as she thrust her ass higher into the air to better meet my hand. I continued to tease her with my touch, gently stroking her supple skin.

Almost imperceptibly, her breathing started to increase as I positioned myself directly behind her. Using both hands I continued to caress her ass and hips. Very gently I brought my hips toward her, leaving only the fabric of my pants between my rock hard cock and the crack of her perfect ass. She let out a breathless gasp when she first felt my cock touch her. Almost as if by instinct she thrust her ass into my groin in a desperate attempt to feel my member. We continued to grind away as my hands massaged her hips, ass, and overflowing breasts.

After several minutes I pulled away from her body to admire the incredibly sexy woman before me. It was hard to believe that the woman who just a short time earlier had been teasing every man in the room was now standing in front of me, ass up, practically begging to be fucked.

My hands soon went back to her ass, sliding gently toward the straps on her black panties riding above her hips. Slowly and sensuously I pulled down her panties, moving across her cheeks and down her well-toned legs. With her ass now completely exposed and straining to be touched, her dripping wet pussy came into full view. I reached out to stroke her pussy eliciting a small yelp as my fingers slid by and calmly continued up the crack in her ass. Her breathing was erratic now yet strangely silent, almost as if she was gasping for air.

I paused briefly to take off my jacket and unbuckle my pants. For the first time she hesitated to look back over her shoulder. She watched breathlessly as I slid down my pants and took out my aching member. After eyeing my rock hard cock she turned back around and stiffened her arms to better brace her body against the back of the couch. With her panties around her ankles and her sopping wet pussy begging to be filled, I rammed my cock deep inside her waiting slit. She grunted as my pelvis slammed against her ass, my cock driving deep inside her.

I slowly pulled my cock out, only to drive it harder and deeper inside her. Her ass stretched toward me, straining to meet my thrust. I continued with the same rhythm, a slow sensuous withdrawal, followed by a hard, deep thrust. With each stroke her ass strained to meet my groin and each time she held her ground firmly as my cock thrust deep inside her pussy. In perfect rhythm with our passion she unleashed soft, yet animalistic grunts, that practically begged me to fuck her harder.

Once again I saw several people walk past the door, but consumed by lust she didn't seem to notice. With her grunts of encouragement I continued my assault on her pussy. Her long, luscious hair flew everywhere as I pumped her mercilessly. I grabbed her hips and with each thrust pulled her body toward me, her ass grinding into my pelvis as my cock pounded her. Her breathing increased and her sounds became more guttural but strangely not any louder. Our rhythm slowly increased and with each penetrating thrust I could feel her pussy wrap tighter around my cock.

Suddenly I heard a hitch in her breathing almost like she had stopped. I thrust deep inside her once again and this time she failed to emit any sound. I pounded her again. Her breathing returned but was now out of control. I pumped her again as she tried to whisper something, her voice quaking with desire. I wasn't able to decipher her words, but replied anyway by thrusting my cock deep inside.

This time I heard her gasp in a faint but scratchy whisper, "I'm cumming."

I pounded her again. "Uh, uh, I'm cumming," she whispered.

I pumped her again. Harder and faster.

"Ooooooooooh, I'm cumming." She struggled to get the words out.

Faster and faster I went as the rhythm of her voice kept pace.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she gasped.

She stood firm as I pounded her, thrust after thrust.

Still whispering she continued to pant "I'm cumming, oh my God, I'm cumming."

The intensity and passion of her voice drove me wild. I pumped her with fury, grunting with each stroke.

The continued sound of her voice whispering in ecstasy pushed me over the edge.

I unleashed a torrent of come deep inside her as her pussy clenched my cock in a vise-like grip. After I was spent I continued to slowly slide in and out her slit as my cock deflated. She remained firm meeting every thrust as the fruits of our passion ran slowly down the inside of her legs.

I continued to pump her until my shaft was no longer capable. I pulled my cock from her pussy for the last time and simply pulled up my pants and left the room. As I walked away I glanced back and saw her slumped over the back of the couch, exhausted and breathing heavily, with her beautiful, bare ass still high in the air.

Bottoms Up



Author's note: the following story is pure fantasy, although the story line was "fleshed out" from an actual encounter with a woman built as described and who did respond favorably to a compliment; however the results of the meeting were "extrapolated." Thanks to Literotica's volunteer editor "undulation" for providing editing advice to make the story easier to read.

Damn! Damn! Damn! What an ass on that woman!!! She was not a big woman, probably not more than 5' 4" tall and I would guess that she might weigh 130. She had a modest sized waist, maybe 23 inches, was probably 36C on the top but her bottom ... wow! I'll bet it was 40 inches, maybe 42, maybe even bigger. And as round as a beach ball.

I had made it my business to check the figures of all the women in stores where I shopped. Mostly that just raised my libido, and gave me hard-on after hard-on, but it was the greatest pastime on earth. And occasionally it led to something a little more intimate. Most women appreciate a compliment on their figure and some even became horny. I wish it would happen to this one, but I wasn't expecting much.

I roved the store looking for the items on my list, keeping an eye out for the Butt Babe ... and every other woman in the place. Still I was disappointed that I didn't see her again, that is until I was heading to the checkouts. There she was, turning into the aisle ahead of me, looking at some items in the women's wear section. My pace picked up but I stopped ten feet short of where she was examining some blouses. My eyes focused on her bottom and I couldn't help but lick my lips in anticipation of what might have been.

I don't know how long I had been standing there staring at her beautiful butt when she turned and saw me staring. She said "Excuse me. Am I in your way?"

"No, sorry ... I mean, no, I just ... excuse me."

"What were you staring at?" she asked belligerently.

"Excuse me, ma'am. I didn't mean to stare."

She ran her hands over her prominent feature. "You were staring at my bottom, weren't you."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, you don't have to make it so obvious. I know its huge. I can't help it. You don't have to make me feel bad. Leave me alone."

"Oh, no, ma'am. I wasn't trying to make you feel bad. You should feel great. It is magnificent."

"It's what?"

"It's magnificent. It's beautiful. It's wonderful. You've got the greatest looking butt I've seen in a long time, maybe ever."

Her face turned into a mask of rage. "Get out of here. I know you're yanking my chain now."

I looked at her just as serious as I could. "No, ma'am. It is beautiful. I really love it. You should be proud of your bottom. It makes you look very sexy."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah" I said with vehemence. 

"Well ... well, thank you. I ... I never heard anybody say that. Everybody always looks at me like I'm deformed."

"Well, I don't think you're deformed. You have a most fantastic shape."

She ducked her head, then looked back up, smiling at last. "Now you've made me feel all funny. I've got to go." She pulled her basket into the aisle and swiftly pushed it toward the checkout counters. I followed quickly and got into another lane. By the time I had checked out, I had lost track of her. I walked slowly and sadly toward the exit. Then I heard her voice, rapidly approaching me from behind. "What are you going to do now?"

"I don't know."

"Me neither." She headed to her car. I got a quick inspiration and almost ran to my vehicle. I just managed to nudge into traffic behind her and followed her. She pulled into a driveway, fished her packages out of the back seat and headed inside. 

She didn't seem surprised to see me. However inside the back door, she put her things on the den sofa and faced me. "What do you want?"

"I was hoping to get a piece of that." I nodded toward her ass.

"Why should I give it to you?"

"Well ... I don't know. Like I said, I was hoping ...?!?"

"Yeah, well, what would you do for me?"

"Anything you like. Would you like me to kiss your ass? I would love to. I would put my tongue on your rose bud. I would do anything you like."

"You'd kiss my ass? With your tongue? This I gotta see. If you're willing to put your tongue on my ass, then I'll let you have a piece of it. One ground rule: you can't touch my vagina. You have to promise that you wont try to put it in my vagina."

"I promise."

"You'd better not be a rapist. I'm keeping my vagina for my husband. I'll let you have some of my butt if you want it but you better not try putting it into my vagina. Got it?"

"Yes, I understand." 

"Okay." She turned and went down a hall, leading me into a bedroom. She kicked off her shoes and started to push her pants down, nodded to me and said "Take 'em off, honey."

I took off my jeans and shorts, letting my throbbing cock out from its restraints. She licked her lips and said "Nice." By then she had tossed her slacks and panties into a chair. She turned and bent over, grabbing an ankle with each hand. "Let's see if you'll do what you said."

I got on my haunches between her legs. Her position had opened her globes far enough that I wouldn't have to hold them open so I grabbed a handful of her sides to help steady her as I began kissing all around the valley of her anus, kissing and licking little circles, smaller and smaller until I centered on her puckered rose bud of flesh covering her ass. She started a running commentary. "Oh, yes, honey, right there, that feels good, just keep it up, don't stop ... " I had no intention of stopping. I licked and probed with my tongue, never venturing more than a couple inches from her ass hole for nearly twenty minutes. One at a time, I let my hands push under her blouse and pushed her bra up, took a handful of her hanging titties and began to knead them, gently at first and then harder. One of her hands ran up my inner thigh and her fingers wrapped around my cock and she held on, never stopping her commentary "yes, honey, that feels so good, please don't stop, honey, right there, I love that, keep it up, honey ..." It occurred to me that the last thing she said was that I couldn't put it in her pussy, not that I couldn't lick it, so I ran my tongue up her crease and between the puffy lips of her pussy. The instant my tongue touched her clitoris, she jumped, and began to shake. From then on, I worked back and forth between her anus and her clit, helping her cum several times in the next fifteen minutes.

Finally she said that she couldn't stand any longer. I helped her to the bed. She told me where to get KY Jelly, and while she carefully climbed into a doggy position, pushing with her knees while her face slid on the sheet, I got a gob to cover my cock and another gob to smear in her ass. She really wasn't very tight and the only sound she made when I penetrated her sphincter was "Yeah, honey, slip that big log into me, baby." I carefully and slowly worked my whole shaft into her and then hugged her huge hips as I savored the utterly delightful feeling of being inside her and having her big round globes pressing into my crotch. I started stroking in and out slowly, taking my time, loving every second of it. She was my vision of sexual perfection and I made the most of it. After a few minutes, I slid my left hand under her blouse again and hung on to her left tit. Then I eased my right hand around her waist and sank a finger into her soaking outer lips and found her clit. A couple minutes later, she climaxed again and then in another few minutes and then a third time in just a few minutes. After that, it seemed like there were just seconds between her orgasms, although it was probably a little longer; still I had lost count when my balls took charge of my brain and finally spit shot after shot of hot liquid lava into her bowels. When the initial surge of pleasure had begun to subside, I opened my eyes and was surprised to see that I had been fucking her ass for over 45 minutes. My muscles felt like jelly.

I carefully rolled over and lay on the bed panting, my breath coming hard, my heart pounding. She twisted so that her head was above mine and she lowered her mouth for a sloppy wet kiss. Then she raised her head and said "I'll bet now you wish you hadn't done that, right?"

"That was the most fantastic fuck I've ever had, bar none. The absolute greatest."

"Oh, sugar, that's nice to hear" and she kissed me again. Then she jumped off the bed and disappeared. She was back in a few minutes with a wet cloth and she spent several minutes carefully cleaning me up, long enough that her fingers made me hard again. I was wondering about asking if I could have another piece when she tossed away the cloth, threw a leg over me and sat down, guiding my cock into her ... pussy.

I looked at her questioningly. She said "Oh, well, I'm horny again, honey. And he wont ever know. You wont tell him, will you? Not if you ever want to fuck my ass again."



Bottoms Up



I love that lustful look of desire in her eyes as she lies with naked breasts pressed against the satin sheets and looks over her left shoulder at me kneeling behind, fully ready.

Her round ass is so sexy. The back of her muscular thighs gradually merge with fleshy cheeks, each curving symmetrically together to form a line, an erotic crevice, to be explored fully in only moments.

I can feel the heat of her skin when I place the fingers of my right hand on the top of one beautiful cheek. With my thumb under it, almost touching her inner thigh, I squeeze gently and feel the firmness of her under that soft padding.

I do the same with my left hand on her other cheek before gently lifting and parting them, revealing the long pouting lips of her pink pussy, drooling slowly, and in desperate need of a passionate kiss.

Parting further, I am rewarded with the beautiful sight of her puckered hole clenched tightly against all intruders. I long to lean close, tongue outstretched, and prepare her with quick short flicks that will make her gasp in surprise, and when I stop, whimper for more.

Pouring warmed lubricant between her ass cleavage, I watch a slippery bead of clear lube roll slowly over her anus before mixing with her excitement and dripping to the sheets between her parted thighs. I think much more is necessary for the pleasure that is sure to come.

Inching forward on my knees, I rest my extra stiff cock in the valley between her cheeks. The first sensation is the heat of her skin against the sensitive underside of my cock. I feel her fingers gently touch my balls as she reaches under her body and gently presses them against her wet pussy lips. I hear her moan, urging me to take her.

Pressing her cheeks together around my dripping cock, I slowly slide back and forth along her ass, making my body shudder as shivers of pleasure shoot up and down my spine. I watch my cock head, covered in excess lubricant, emerge from between her cheeks with each thrust as I "titty fuck" her ass cheeks. I better pace myself or I will surely cum before I do her bidding by thrusting deeply into her ass.

With the helmeted head of my cock positioned against her bum hole, I lift my hips to change the angle of attack, and press on my rigid cock with my thumb, watching as she slowly yields to the steady pressure. She breathes deep and holds her breath with her eyes tightly shut and teeth clenched tight.

I don't know whether it is the unrelenting pressure, unstoppable slipperiness of the lubricant, or sheer force of will, but I feel the powerful muscle around her anus gradually yield as the tip of my cock slowly slides into her ass. I pause to let her body adjust to me. Looking down at her ass, I part her cheeks wide and am rewarded with a wonderfully erotic sight. The head of my cock is entirely engulfed by her, with the now stretched skin of her anus tightly gripping my hard shaft.

Pushing with my hips I watch my cock slowly disappear between her beautiful cheeks. Two inches in, I pull back very slowly only to stop just before popping out. I slowly push back in, three inches this time, four the next, then five, then finally my full length deep into her ass.

The sensation was wonderful. Her ultra tight ass grabbed at my cock from all sides at once, and the stimulation was relentless as I slide slowly outward and back again and again. I could feel her every twitch and spasm no matter how minute. But as she reached up and started fingering her engorged clit, the spasms became stronger and stronger, squeezing my cock tightly within her.

Her animal moans of pleasure urges me deeper and faster. I comply with long thrusts in and out of that beautiful ass. My balls lift and tingle in anticipation of the orgasm to come, while my cock and pelvic muscles clench tight.

Her body tremors as she arches her back and cries out. My balls slap against her pussy as I slam deeply in and out of her ass.

I watch her body start to shake around my cock, grasping it with erratic spasms.

I feel my balls contract and a euphoric sense of pleasure radiate from my cock.

Her body bucks in violent shudders as she cries out in pleasure. I feel her juices gush against my tightening balls and inner thighs.

I plunge deep and squeeze hard, pausing, trying desperately to maintain control.

Her ass clamps hard around my pulsing cock shaft pushing me past the point of no return.

I feel my cock and pelvic muscles spasm uncontrolled.

I am cumming.

Euphoria.

My cock thrusting deeper, my body jerks as my cock spurts cum deep inside her ass. One, two, three spurts, then continued spasms diminishing in intensity. Her body continues its orgasmic contractions, milking every drop of cum from my cock.

Aftershocks continue to ripple through our bodies as the waves of pleasure slowly recede.

After several minutes coupled like that, I realize that my cock is buried very deep in her beautiful ass, and that its firmness may be causing some discomfort at this point. I slowly pull my hips back, sliding outward and hear her sigh contently. She clenches for only a moment or two, sending renewed shudders through my body. I can't help but wonder what sensations she is feeling.

I look down and see my cock emerge from her ass slowly, leaving a trail of white spunk against her soft skin. I watch as she pushes gently as a gob of cum drips from her ass and runs downward along her pussy lips before dripping to the sheets below.

I crawl up her body slowly and lower my chest to her back, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. Her eyes closed, I place each of my hands on the back of hers as our fingers entwine. I watch her lips form a smile with eyes closed, and kiss the side of her neck gently before drifting off with a smile of my own.



Bottoms Up



I was just barely done unpacking boxes for the afternoon, nice and sweaty as a result in the hot August sun. Whatever possessed me to move to Georgia during the "dog days" of summer was beyond me. Well, it was the furthest thing that my wife expected when I left her and took my half of all bank accounts to roll over into my own. Sorry, Ginger, but I wasn't going to stick around for another mostly sexless year while you hung out with your girlfriends. I could almost swear that she was a lesbian, which was okay in itself, but she didn't need my help to be gay. I didn't want to lose my shirt in a divorce, so I took what I could, left no forwarding address to anyone (figured that I would contact them when I was good and ready), and hi-tailed it out of there, glad that we never had kids in thirteen years of marriage for whatever reason. It made leaving her so much simpler. 

At any rate, here I was, a forty year old man starting over, such a fucking cliché, when I got a knock at the door. Bear in mind, I was hot, sweaty, and shirtless. I must have smelled like a roofer or something very blue-collar right then. One would never know that I just left a six-figure salary as a CPA, though I would presumably get work again. I had my 401 k, my savings, my new checking account, and my new name, legally changed right before I left. I would be fine until I set up my own accounting firm in the down home South. Couldn't be worse than living in Jersey, that much was sure. The Peach State was said to be good for business and I had always wanted to sample the local...fruit, shall we say. 

Naturally, I wasn't a rude guy, so I answered the door, albeit in my denims and sneakers with my bare chest on full display. That must have been a sight for sore eyes to the drop-dead gorgeous Georgia Peach whom I met at the door, who wore Daisy Dukes, with a button-up shirt knotted at the bottom of her breasts and her midriff bare. She had wavy, dirty blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and freckles on her fair skin. Her eyes almost immediately honed in on first my hairy chest and then my bulge as I saw her and the little soldier snapped to attention. She nearly dropped the pitcher of peach tea that she carried with her, but fortunately caught herself in time. 

"Hey, neighbor! Welcome to Riley! I'm Sally! Who are you?" she asked in a rather flirtatious manner. 

"Well, Sally, I'm George. George living in Georgia, how's that for kickers! I'm from Jersey. Moving here to start fresh, if you'll pardon the expression, given how sweaty and smelly I am," I chuckled as I flirted back. 

"Well, glad to see a man who isn't afraid to sweat a bit and get some things off his chest, such as, you know...shirts," Sally giggled as she offered me the pitcher, "I figured that you might be thirsty after all that moving work, especially in this awful heat. You're not catching Georgia at its best, you know. Mind if I drink it with you?" 

"Sure, that's fine, but I disagree," I quipped. 

"Oh?" she asked curiously. 

"I could be wrong, but judging from what I have just seen, I am very much seeing Georgia at her best. I can see why you're famous for your...peaches," I grinned at my own pun there. 

"Well, you know what they say about Georgia peaches, right?" Sally teased me further. 

"What is that?" I asked her with curiosity of my own now. 

"They're fuzzy, juicy, and sweet. And once you've had them, you can't give them up," Sally made her own meaning apparent. 

"Well, that sounds like an excellent reason to try them, then," I smiled at her. 

"Yes, anytime. Open invite. I swear it," Sally was a bit more forward than I expected. 

"That sounds...very inviting, of course. You're an excellent neighbor, Sally...?" I hinted for her last name. 

"Bottom. Sally Bottom. I love that name, too. Makes people think of my ass," Sally was very blunt now. 

"Yes, you do have a very fine one, I must admit," I agreed, "and I love your name, too. It suggests all kinds of possible meanings. I'm George Jacobson, since we're sharing surnames. I'm rather exhausted for now, but I think that I might revive after this fine peach tea, some lunch, and a nice cool shower." 

"How about a swim, too?" Sally offered me, "My house has a pool. We love to swim in it all the time." 

"I bet that you do. Sure. A swim would be nice. Very nice, in fact," I decided, 'and then I should really eat." 

"We're grilling some brats, you know. Bratwurst, sauerkraut, bacon, squash, home fries, and peach cobbler. With more peach tea, I might add. Nice, cool, and refreshing," Sally suggested. 

"Is that an invitation, Sally Bottom?" I asked her with a grin. 

"Damn straight it is! I want you to meet my family, anyway. They'll love you! I can already tell. Besides, what are neighbors for?" Sally licked her lips as she told me this and before I could take another sip of the tea, she sat on my lap to pour it for me. 

"Damn, Sally, you are determined to spoil me, aren't you?" I laughed as I drank the peach tea. 

"Word of warning...we don't wear a lot of clothing around the house, and if we visit, we probably won't here, either. Definitely won't wear much at the pool, I can promise you that. My brothers in fact go completely naked when they swim. Mama's old rule: the menfolk swim nude, the ladies wear bikinis. Ever since they came of age, the guys have followed it, including Mark, who is my brother Martin's...boyfriend, to put it mildly. Of course, half the time, we gals would get totally hammered and end up naked, too, so it works out for the fellas, too," Sally warned me. 

"Oh, and will Mama be insisting upon my nudity, then?" I was curious about that. 

Sally's face turned rather sad suddenly and she shook her head, fighting back tears, "Mama's...in that fine dungeon in the sky. That's how she used to put it. With Daddy. Daddy was a true Bottom in more ways than one. They're both gone. I miss them so much!" 

"Very sorry to hear that, Sally. My condolences. What happened to them?" I naturally inquired. 

"Drunk driver. Met them head on going back from a church function. Yeah, I know. We don't seem the Jesus Freak types. Mama was...inconsistent about some things, but so were the rest of us. Frankly, we don't go as much now. Mama and Daddy insisted. That's all. We'd much rather sleep in and have a good time. Mama's grave is directly above Daddy's, just as they requested, so he could remain on the bottom where he belongs forever, even in death. Donna Ellis, that was her name. Never changed it. Insisted that she was 'no bottom at all,' but she loved Daddy so much and he adored her. Lovely woman. I do miss her. Very much, in fact. We all do. She gave us loving and firm guidance in all things. We have had a hard time living without her," Sally alluded to her family's rare situation. 

"And I take it that your Daddy was...submissive to your Mama," I sought clarification. 

"Yes, very much so. He was a Bottom. That's how we all are, sir. All Bottoms are submissive at heart. Mama wasn't a Bottom, so it was easy for her to take charge. Yes, he swam naked, too. Mama knew that we were all submissive, but she got a real kick out of making the men swim nude. It was something that she called CFNM. Do you know anything about that?" Sally asked me. 

"Clothed Female, Naked Male. It's a form of female domination where the men are kept naked while the women are clothed as a reminder of female supremacy. Never cared for it much myself, but if others like it, that's fine with me," I explained as Sally ground her...bottom against my dick on my lap. 

I was so fucking hard right then that I had a tough time not just grabbing Sally and fucking her in any or all holes...after spanking her for being such a cock tease. I finished up the pitcher and ran to the john, where my next surprise awaited me. Sally followed me in there and knelt to fondle my cheeks while I pissed. It was an odd feeling, but not exactly unpleasant, nor was her rubbing her barely covered breasts against my back, for that matter. She didn't give me any privacy at all, even wiping my dick for me and stroking it before letting go so I could wash my hands. 

When I was done with that, Sally planted a very wet tongue kiss on my lips and warned me, "I am going to marry you, George Jacobson. Just you wait and see. Just please let me keep the Bottom name. I am a true Bottom in so many ways it's not funny, but rest assured that you will be one happy camper as my husband." 

"When did you decide to marry me?" I expressed surprise, though this explained her sudden intrusion into my privacy...she expected this to be her house, too, someday. 

"The moment that you let me sit on your lap. I knew then that I was yours. You didn't object, didn't complain, just let me sit directly on your lap and drink this pitcher with you. I belong to you now. I am your woman. Just please...try and understand our ways. We have some family traditions that are a little strange to outsiders, you see. We share so many things that few other families do, I promise you," Sally hinted at something. 

I wasn't sure if I were ready for another marriage so soon after the last one, but if I did remarry, I knew that I could do worse than Sally...a lot worse. I still had to find out more, but I figured that I would learn more during the swim and cookout that she invited me to join. I didn't fully appreciate what was involved, but I was too curious to refuse. Still, I had to know something. 

"So, should I consider nudity the price of admission to the pool, since I'm a guy?" I asked her again about that. 

"Oh, no, sir. That's for Bottom men, though if you opt to skinny dip, you won't get any complaints from my family. The youngest is 18 now. Nobody will mind at all if you're naked. However, since you're not into CFNM, I totally understand if you'd prefer to wear trunks or something like that. Please nothing more than that, though. We ladies will want to see your fine, hairy chest, you know. Your nice, hard...pecs, The rest is completely optional," Sally swore to me. 

"Well, I wouldn't mind teasing you with my cock, just as you teased me earlier. I'll go sky clad. I have nothing to hide," I grinned, now that it was voluntary. If it hadn't been, I would have gone in my trunks and made them take them off me the hard way...it was the principle of the thing. 

"Yay!" Sally rushed me and gave me another wild kiss, before undressing me completely herself...it didn't take her long to get me naked, wearing only my shoes, when she also removed when she saw how silly that looked. 

I walked with Sally to her house totally naked and aware of the fact that my neighbors could all see my nude state. She carried the empty pitcher, even as she put her head on my shoulder and fondled my butt with her free hand. No one complained, but then, I could tell that the neighbors were used to seeing naked guys walk around near the Bottom house. Some grinned, others pretended to ignore me, and yet other winked at me, even gave me high-fives. A few of the women, and even some of the men, gave me wolf whistles upon seeing either my cock or my buns. 

When I got to the door, Sally opened it wide and we walked in on a couple, the woman riding the man in the reverse cowgirl position on the living room sofa, which they didn't try to stop on my account or even pretend to be embarrassed. In fact, the woman, a lovely brunette with coal-black eyes and a bit of a tan, blew me a kiss as she kept bouncing up and down on the man, who had red hair and freckles on his naked flesh. The man didn't even act jealous of the woman blowing me, a total stranger, a kiss, which was rather interesting, to put it mildly. She kept riding him and he continued pushing deep inside her, though seconds later she moaned really loud and he groaned as they came together. As Sally led me to the kitchen, we walked past a young man seated in a chair while another young man sucked his cock without any sense of shame. Both guys were entirely nude, of course. 

Sally laughed at my sense of shock at these scenes, which were nothing to prepare me for what happened next. We walked past a redhead who simply left her shower in the buff, not a stitch of clothing or towel on her body. She heard footsteps, turned around, and gave me a wink before slipping on a thong...no top. 

"Another house rule. New one, in fact. Belle doesn't like wearing tops, so she suggested that since we're all 'Bottoms', that's all we should wear. So, none of us ladies wear tops anymore to swim. Saves money, you know, and it's a whole lot closer to naked, which makes us more equal these days with the men. Right, Belle?" Sally asked her older sister. 

"Damn straight, Sis. Glad that you're respecting tradition, sir, even if you don't have to," she grinned at me, leering at my cock in a way that made me wonder further about the purpose of her no top rule. 

"He's my boyfriend, Belle. Be nice to him," Sally told her with a smile. 

"Boyfriend, are you? Since when?" Belle asked curiously. 

"Since Sally invited herself to my place and then me to hers, I guess. Plus she did some...curious things," I coughed. 

"She sat on your lap, didn't she? Poured you a whole pitcher's worth of iced, peach tea? Intruded upon your bathroom privacy? Wiped your dick after you pissed? Stroked it? Rubbed her body against yours? French-kissed you? Invited you here to swim, eat dinner, and meet us?" Belle described exactly what Sally had done with uncanny awareness. 

"Um...yes, in fact. All of that. How did you know?" I blushed a bit. 

"Sally's my sister. Trust me, I know her completely. That's classic Sally behavior, more or less what she does to the other guys in the family, too. Sally's a slut, don't get me wrong there, but she's such a sweetheart, too. She's a true Bottom girl, just like me. Does that make any sense to you, sir?" Belle explained. 

"It's...starting to. Yours is a submissive family, isn't it? The entire family...sexually submissive to others. Am I right?" I honed in on the truth. 

"Bingo. Give the man a silver dollar. Mind if I smoke?" Belle asked, actually waiting for my okay in her own house. 

"Go ahead, if it makes you comfortable," I told her, while Sally snatched a cigarette, too, and gave me the same pleading look for permission. 

"Um, sure, Sally. Go ahead and smoke, too. It's your own house, after all," I remarked. 

"I know. We just like asking you first," Sally started to say, just as she heard a scream, a slap, and then another scream, followed by laughter. 

One lovely vision of a young woman, this one almost olive rather than tanned in her complexion, with dark brown hair and a curvy figure, ran out of another bedroom in a hurry, holding another a bikini bottom while a somewhat thinner, still pretty girl chased her. This young lady looked like the proverbial baby of the family, a bit smaller in the bosom than her older sisters, her naked flesh also freckled and fair as she pursued the other one. She also had a pussy that was shaved...which I suddenly noticed was true of the other women as well. None of them had a bush, not even a landing strip. They were all bare down there. 

"Noting the absence of any forestation, eh?" Sally teased me as the one girl still chased the other. 

"Well, yes. It does strike me as notable," I chuckled. 

"Another of Mama's rules. Only she was allowed a bush. The rest of us had to go bare down there. I love it that way and I see no reason to change it. Even the guys shave their pubes, or didn't you notice? Daddy certainly did. The only one in the household allowed to have pubic hair was Mama. She was a bit of a tyrant about things like that, as well as demanding that we go to church, all of us, and we were to dress conservatively there, but the guys had to go commando underneath. Weird rules like that. Our panties had to be white-cotton only, even during our periods. 

"Everyone knew what was going on, including Pastor Jones. Hell, he got his cock sucked more than most Catholic priests, thanks to Mama. She was the church organist, but when they had some spare time after the service, she took charge and had her way with the Pastor...and Daddy had to watch. If he was good and didn't jack off while watching, Daddy got to fuck Mary, Lowell's girlfriend. That was the only girl that he was permitted to fuck besides Mama on Sunday. Any other day of the week, he could fuck each of us, including the men, as long as we were of age. Mama was allowed to fuck whomever she pleased, any day of the week. 

"Oh, and no masturbation on Sunday. Any other day of the week, unless she said otherwise as a punishment, we could jack or jill off as we pleased. Of course, again, Mama was exempt. She made a point of that, too. Mama set the rules and the punishments, but she's gone now," Sally explained to me as she changed in front of me into her bikini bottom, mooning me in the process. 

"So, your Mama was the queen bee around the hive, so to speak," I laughed at that image. 

"Oh, God, yes! She slapped whomever she pleased, gave hand jobs to the coach and the entire football team once while Daddy sat in her panties watching, not allowed to stroke, as a punishment because he had refused to let them gang-bang him in a dress to celebrate their tournament victory. She made him eat the Pastor's creampie if he was bad and stroked during their Sunday session, and made him thank the Pastor for his 'holy seed'. One time, when the Pastor had angered her, she made Daddy fuck Mrs. Jones and knock her up...then she told Pastor Jones and forbade him to divorce his wife over it. Told him to raise the baby, no less! Said that it was his punishment for what he did and if he didn't behave in the future, Daddy would put more buns in her oven. Pastor Jones actually obeyed her, too. 

"The jig was up, then. Mrs. Jones now knew that her husband had been cheating, and she threatened to ruin her husband's life unless Daddy agreed to keep fucking her. So, guess what Mama did? She made Daddy agree to fuck Mrs. Jones every Saturday that she postponed the divorce, because she 'didn't want this holy man's life ruined over a little crime of passion'. Of course, part of the deal was that Pastor Jones also had to fuck his wife more often, which apparently he hadn't been doing enough since he met Mama. That news actually pissed Mama off, too, and she insisted that he never cut off his wife again, nor was she to cut him off at all," Belle added with some amusement. 

"So, your mother was a...character, to put it mildly. A hot wife type in a soft cuckold marriage, if you know what I mean," I summarized with some shock at the skeletons in this family's closet. 

"Sure, but Mama loved Daddy a lot and she loved him, despite their strange rules and traditions. She was in her own way still a true Southern belle, a real Georgia Peach. And it was mostly a truly open marriage, except that she was a Hot Wife in the sense of setting the boundaries and limits of it. Daddy sure didn't do that, though he got plenty on the side, too...with her blessing. 

"We have Mooning Monday, which is fun. Anyone could moon anyone else in the house, as long as they were of age, but then they had better run, because whomever got mooned had the right to do whatever he or she wanted to the mooner's ass if he or she caught them. We have Hump Day, where everyone has to hump as many people as they can, at least after work. And there is Swimming Saturday, which happens to be today. Luck you," interjected the olive-skinned girl, right before the youngest adult caught her. 

"Lucky me, too! I gotcha now! Gimme!" the younger one snatched her bottoms back. 

"As if you're going to wear them for long! I don't think so! Especially not with the cute stranger around! What's your name, by the way, sir?" the olive-skinned girl asked. 

"George Jacobson. Yours?" I laughed. 




Bottoms Up



"Kelly Bottom. That's Shannon Bottom, the one who just snatched back her bottoms. And that older one is Belle Bottom! Blame Mama's sense of humor. She refused to let Daddy name any of them. Technically, I'm a cousin, but I'm practically a sister myself. I've lived with them and they were Mama and Daddy to me," Kelly informed me coolly, not bothered to hide her lovely tits. 

"Pleased to meet you, Kelly, Shannon. And that couple fucking in the living room must be?" I asked them. 

"Lowell, the firstborn, and his girlfriend Mary. She's carrying Daddy's baby, just so you know, but it is a serious turn-on to all of us, and in fact, Lowell has been struggling to keep up with her heightened sex drive. Mama took her in and made her change her last name to Bottom, but Lowell hasn't married her yet. Not sure if they will marry or not, but everyone knows that they're a couple. They just share like the rest of us do," Sally explained with another kiss. 

"I take it that she is not completely as submissive as the rest of you," I conjectured as Belle and the others gave me a look as if waiting for me. 

"Well, not, not really. She is a Bottom in every sense, but more of a top than Lowell, of course. She doesn't have the urgent need to submit as badly as the rest of us. That was Mama's secret weapon with Daddy. He loved to submit to her, no matter how rough it could be at times. Mama was a Top, a Domme, a hot wife, etc. She ruled gently, but firmly, but she definitely wore the pants in our family. Sometimes, that was literally so, as she loved to keep Daddy naked a lot or make him wear panties whenever she had an excuse," Kelly gave me a very frustrated, pouty look. 

"And the two guys?" I asked out loud. 

"Oh, yes, Martin and his boyfriend Mark. Mama actually set them up together, thinking that it was 'cute', but they've discovered that they love it. Mark is, of course, a little more aggressive, not being a Bottom by birth, though again, he's moved in and changed his name legally. Mama had that effect on people. Some folks are like that with us," Shannon spoke again. 

"Okay, then, why is everyone looking at me funny?" I asked what plagued me. 

"Because we need...you to give us the okay. Mama always had to give the permission for us to swim, and, well, she trained us...too well. Now, we won't go swimming without permission from a top and/or Dom of either sex. We've become too...passive in some ways. Not in all ways. Just in things where Mama wanted to control us. Such as swimming. So, we need an outsider to okay it. Not like Mark or Mary. A real outsider, who is not submissive at all. That seems to be you," Belle spoke for all of them, I could tell. 

"Well, then, let's go swimming, boys and girls!" I grinned and they burst out laughing as they ran out to the pool, though I noted that Shannon never bothered to put on her bikini bottoms. 

"Shannon's still naked!" I noted to Sally, who grinned. 

"Yep, it's part of the game, so to speak. We start out with the men naked, and then we try to strip each other of what clothing we still possess. Kelly snatched the bottoms, and Shannon took them back, but that doesn't mean that she will actually wear them. In fact, it's more than a decent chance that once any of us gets naked, we'll stay that way for the rest of the night, barring any emergencies. It's a fun game for us, Swimming Saturday, but I sometimes wish that we just all got to skinny dip all the time, at least on Swimming Saturday," Sally smiled as she kissed me. 

"So, your family, it practices free love, more or less, combined with incest and bondage?" I commented. 

"Hell, yeah! Is there any other way to live?" Sally snickered, full of nice, colorful language.

"And where do I fit in?" I asked, though I had growing suspicions...I just wanted them confirmed. 

"Didn't you notice how much we defer to you, show you every courtesy, make you feel right at home? Bring you stuff? Invite you in like that? Honey, do I have to spell it out for you? I told you that I would marry you. You're no submissive guy, I can already tell, which is fine with me. Between Martin, Mark, and Lowell, we have three of those already. So, logically, this means that you're going to be in charge, and not just of me. I was on a recruiting mission for a family Dom, and I've found him...You, sir. You're the Bottom family's owner. Provided, of course, that You accept our offer," Sally continued her sales pitch. 

"You're all in together on this, then?" I asked the rest of the Bottoms. 

"God, yes! When can I suck your cock?" a male voice behind me spoke with eager lust. 

"And you're okay with a switch from a matriarchy to a patriarchy in the household? And to a Yankee Jew to boot?" I inquired. 

"Sure, why not? The sex of the Top isn't the point or issue, nor even birthplace or religion. We love to be topped, to obey, to be controlled, dominated, and owned. Collar us. Make us yours," Mary said for her part. 

"Is that why you flirted with me like that in front of Lowell?" I probed. 

"Of course! I knew that You were the new Dom when I saw You come in and watched how Sally reacted to You. We can just all...tell. We can practically smell a true Dom a mile away. Marriage is nice, but what matters most is the collaring, the owning, etc. Not that Mama ever collared us. She meant to, but it just never happened. Maybe You will, however. We would love to be collared, of course," Mary informed me to my shock. 

"So, when can I suck Your cock?" Martin repeated. 

"Well, for starters, the ladies are wearing too much clothing for my preferences. If I am to be your Dom, there's a new rule, and it doesn't just apply to Saturday. The pool is a naked zone. No one, but no one, wears clothes at all in the pool area. All of you, strip totally naked!" I tried out the role for size. 

"Hurrah, the new Dom has set his first rule! Skinny-dipping every day!" Kelly exclaimed with excitement. 

With that, each of the women stripped totally nude, sliding their bikini bottoms down to the concrete sides of the pool. Seeing each of these lovely women in their full state of undress, I was in serious need of relief, but I wasn't quite ready for a guy to suck my cock, so I had an idea. 

I tapped Martin on the shoulder and told him, "I'll let you suck my cock, but not yet. Later. And you must agree to whatever I say first."

"Of course, Master! I am Yours to command," Martin licked his lips in obvious lust. 

"Suck Lowell's cock for now...and Mark's. Both at once, in turns. I want to see you in action, see for myself that you're good at sucking men's dicks," I ordered him. 

"Yes, Master!" Martin exclaimed, truly excited. 

"I do, however, want my cock sucked, and I want to start with the girl who claims that she is to marry me. Sally Bottom, come on down!" I chuckled at my little game show joke, as did Sally, who fell to her knees in complete adoration of me. 

"I will come, up or down, whatever pleases You, Master," Sally said with adoration as she began to kiss my cock and lick the tip with her sweet tongue. 

"Oh, damn it, Sally, you're so fucking good at this!" I reacted by touching her face and witnessed her absolute joy as well as arousal, as she began taking more of me inside her mouth, inch by inch. 

Sally knew exactly what to do with her mouth, much to my delight, though such sensuality made it incredibly tough to hold back from cumming just yet. Nor did it help matters when Martin obeyed me and began hungrily sucking both his brother and his boyfriend off. I wondered for a bit if Martin was really bi or just gay, but that doubt ended when I saw Belle lie down to suck his cock and said dick grow even harder. Meanwhile, I felt my cheeks being pried apart and a very soft, wet tongue glide along my crack. This just made it worse.

"Whoever you are, keep it up. Damn, you're good at it!" I told the mystery lady. 

"It's me, Kelly Bottom. This is one of my favorite things to do. I adore a man's ass, especially a nice hairy one like yours. I love how hairy you are. Quite a nice contrast to the smooth guys we have around, though I don't mind that about them. It's just great to have a more...traditional, hairy guy around. Nice sexy, caveman look to you," Kelly confessed while she licked my ass and Sally began to deep throat me. 

"Girls, if you keep this up, I will cum sooner than I planned...not that I'm complaining. Just warning you that I am forty years old and will have to take a moment to recover after that," I observed. 

"Oh, don't worry about that, Master. I know that we Bottoms have plenty of ways to recharge your...shall we say, batteries?" Shannon laughed as she walked over to me to give me a French kiss, followed by one delivered to Sally before kneeling next to her and putting my balls in her mouth. 

"Are we topping from the Bottom, then?" I teased them as I felt the incredible pleasure take me over, making me incapable of words for a moment after that. 

"Maybe sometimes, but you can always punish us for that," Mary joined in the fun, rubbing her tits in my face. 

Suddenly, Belle arose and with a playful wink, joined Mary in smothering my face in her tits. Before long, I was the main attraction completely and all pretense that I was not their object of worship and devotion was gone. Nor was this picture complete, as the menfolk broke off their action with each other to join the women in pleasuring me...soon all of them were kissing, fondling, embracing, licking, and sucking me. It was too much not to cum, and cum I did, my load distributed all over Sally's face, her shoulders, and her tits, as the various Bottoms all rushed to lick it up...including the guys. 

Each of the Bottoms then did something else that surprised me...they kissed Sally on the lips and shared my cum with her that way, before she rose to her feet and shared it with me in a snowball...suddenly looking contrite when she noticed my shock. Yes, I was a bit stunned, not being used to this aspect of their arrangement, but it was clear that the Bottoms were so used to such things that they had forgotten that it was new to me, a man who had just left his wife. I had accepted them as a harem, but I hadn't quite braced myself yet for every consequence of essentially joining...and taking over leadership of a family that shared everything. Well, nothing for it, I decided...I would accept and embrace it, taking what came with the territory, though setting new rules and boundaries that I could live with...for the good of this family as well as me. 

"You did nothing wrong, Sally. No one forbade that. No reason to feel any shame. It was just new to me. My marriage hasn't exactly broken a lot of taboos, from my end at least. I get the feeling that ours, however, will," I winked at her. 

The look on Sally's face, one of complete realization and joy, was truly something that must have rivaled the brilliance of the Sun. She threw herself onto me, her petite body wrapped around mine, especially her legs, kissing me much more ardently now, her tongue dancing with mine as we made out. 

"I swear to God, I will be the best wife ever, sir. Anything that You want, any time that You want it, no questions asked...and if Your wife ever wants You back, she'll just have to learn to share, because I refuse to ever leave You, Master," Sally swore to me. 

"You mean as in two wives?" I chuckled. 

"Why not? You're practically married to all of us now, anyway," she pointed out.

"Touché," I agreed, blushing a little. 

"You don't have to call me Master, you know. Just don't call me late for dinner," I laughed. 

"No danger of that...Master. Dinner is whenever You decide that it is. As for calling You by Your proper title, it just feels right, you know. Please don't make me stop it. I'm a Bottom. I was born to submit and serve," Sally pleaded with me. 

"And I set the rules, the terms, boundaries, etc.," I observed with pleasure. 

"Absolutely, Master. Mama had her set of rules and You have Yours. We will follow them just as we followed hers, as long as we know what they are," Kelly now cut in, making it clear that her aunt really was more like a mother to her and that I was her Master as well. 

"And I have two houses now. Interesting. Perhaps I should sell the one that I just bought and move in here with you guys," I thought, but then shook my head, "No, I will keep and use both places...one never knows what I might use a second house for, after all." 

"Very true, but how about that swim now, please," Sally urged me, the others chiming in. 

I didn't have to be asked twice, as I dove into the pool in the buff, the rest of my new family following me gladly and eagerly in it. The water was nice and cold, and it was truly refreshing to me, dipping in it after long, sweaty August day in Georgia. Clearly, I could get used to this, as my own house had no pool, neither here nor there, and the Bottoms were such a wonderfully sharing and loving family about this and other things. Whatever the dynamics of their marriage, Daddy and Mama Bottom had obviously taught them well enough how to treat others, including proper Southern hospitality, so to speak. I didn't know just how much hospitality they really practiced until about the third lap, when Martin made a comment about a houseguest they once had. 

"Remember Mrs. Vogel, guys?" he laughed. 

"Who was that?" I asked him. 

"Martin's senior English teacher. She accepted an invitation to supper on New Year's Eve and was so aroused by the naked men around here that Mama naturally ordered them all to gang-bang her. She didn't get home until dawn, half-naked and hungover...and walking funny with their dried cum on her skin... and when her husband confronted her, she told Mama, who sent over every one of us girls for the next few nights to make it up to the jealous guy by draining his balls and giving him threesomes. From what I heard, he promptly forgave his now pregnant wife. We're still guessing who the father is, but then again, Belle's knocked up by Mr. Vogel, too. Mama had such a way with men," Sally laughed at that observation as she made it. 

"You're pregnant, too? Congratulations!" I chuckled as I splashed Belle with plenty of water. 

"Thank You, Master. That means a lot to me," Belle assured me with a wet kiss to the mouth. 

"Well, I have decided another matter. Every time a girl here gets knocked up, we celebrate by having that lucky girl get gang-banged one night. The other girls get to act as fluffers that night and also eat the creampies from her holes," I grinned. 

"So...do I get a retroactive gang-bang, then?" Belle asked me with hope. 

"Yes, you and Mary, of course. Different nights, naturally. Also, every time a Bottom girl is fertile or thinks that she is, she must tell me, so I can plan her impregnation. I want to be in full control of who puts what buns in which oven. Are we clear?" I laid down the law. 

"Any other rules, Master?" Shannon now asked me with an eager look, as if she hoped for a definite "yes." 

"Sure. I have decided that there will be marriage among us, though I will determine who and to whom. Naturally, Lowell will wed Mary as always planned and claim paternity for her baby. Mark will marry Belle and claim her child as his own. Martin will marry Kelly as well. I will marry Sally. Not sure about Shannon's future, but she is younger and we can work that out in time. Not that it matters much. I'm not going to impose monogamy on any of you, of course. The marriages are simply to make paternity simpler. Be assured that if possible, I would personally like to breed each of you ladies at least once myself. I might well arrange another meeting with Mr. and Mrs. Vogel, too. Any idea as to why she did what she did, not that I am a critic, since she made it up to the hubby," I remarked. 

"With Mama, it was kind of a thing with guests. If she had to make it up later, she would, but she liked to have us service guests and especially if at least one Bottom girl is fertile. She said that it was good to mix up the genes a bit," Sally smiled at that idea. 

"Well, I like that idea. She had a good notion there. A bit of fresh blood, to make the incest safer for the family bloodlines. Not that I intend to block the incestuous breeding, either, especially with this cushion against it. Though when possible, I would like to invite couples over rather than individuals, simply because it can avoid possible issues or conflicts, such as when the Vogels nearly split. I wonder about Pastor and Mrs. Jones. Did you guys have fun with them?" I asked the Bottoms as we swam, enjoying the cool, refreshing water. 

"God, yes! I would love to fuck Pastor Jones again, you know! It would be terrific! Haven't had the chance since the wreck. I wasn't in the mood at the funeral, of course," Mary grinned. 

"What she said," Belle laughed, "Pastor Jones is great in the sack for a minister, and I love the taste of Mrs. Jones's pussy." 

"Then we will continue that association as well, including having them for dinner," I punned, and it didn't take long for the Bottoms to catch my meaning. 

By now, we were done swimming, our skin refreshed and cooled by the water of the pool, the slick and hairless bodies pressing against me from all directions, the lovely Bottoms all pressing me with their flesh. We splashed a bit at each other, but now we wanted to get out and do...other things. I loved the view of such lovely skin, especially that of the ladies, and it combined with all of their sexy talk with to arouse each of us...

"Well, Sally, I'm in need of a shower. How about you?" I offered her. 

"Yes, please...but I warn You, Master, that I will want to do such dirty things with You in the shower, too," Sally winked at me. 

"Promises, promises. I'll hold you to that, babe," I smiled at her, while each of the others groped us on the way. 

"Please do," Sally smiled as she showed me the way to their shower.



Bottoms Up



Arthur's head was immersed between Sandy's thighs, his nose softly nuzzling the warm wet lips of her open, seeping pussy. "Oh!" Sandy exclaimed as she bucked in the after shocks of another orgasm, writhing in the binds that tied her wrists to the bedposts. He ran his tongue up her crack, dodging the sensitized clit exposed at the top. Instead he circled his mouth around it, exhaled warm air, and then broke the seal and inhaled, the breeze racing past her tingling nubbin.

"AHH!" Bam! Bam! Bam! as she snapped her body in an uncontrollable seizure and locked her thighs without warning around his head. Arthur sucked at her cunt's juices as his tongue whipped her clit around and around, his powerful hands clenching her bucking buttocks.

"What do you want? I'll do anything. Name it." Sandy offered herself as they lay side by side and she stroked his face.

"I want your ass, Princess, but it's going to hurt," he said.

"I stand by my offer. My body is at your command, for your pleasure." "As you like it. We're going places we haven't visited yet, but you'll enjoy the journey--parts of it, anyway. Get on your hands and knees, my sweaty slut."

She rolled over and did as he said. Knees parted, bottom in the air, she knew she was the figure of luscious submissiveness. Head turned on the mattress, she smiled at him. Her firm thighs rose up to full, creamy cheeks; the lines of her profile curved forward, a small dip from her lower back to her shoulders; a fuller curve as her belly dipped before the line continued up to her hanging breasts, a pair of creamy inverted pears, stems replaced by soft, full, pink nipples.

Arthur had gotten off the bed to rummage through the bottom drawer of his bureau. He took out a plastic bottle, a blindfold, and several lengths of silky green bell ropes. 

"Oh, bondage again? I like that." "This is going to be a little different," replied Arthur as he tied one of Sandy's wrists, wound the rope around several of the poles in the headboard and brought it back to a loop around the other wrist. He took another length and tied it below one knee to the outside post and did the same on the opposite side, which had the effect pulling her knees forward and out. Another pair of ropes looped around her ankles to the footposts and left her hindquarters completely defenseless.

"Princess, tonight we're going to mix pleasure with pain in such a way that you won't know which is which. And when we get there, I'm going to complete the trifecta we started with your mouth and pussy."

Sandy had had anal sex before and not enjoyed it much. Nonetheless, a promise made is a promise kept, and Arthur had done well by her so far.

"Do you what want, not that I could stop you now anyway." Arthur bent over and kissed her. "That's right, my beauty, now, lights out." He slipped the blindfold over her head, stuck some pillows under her belly, and moved behind her. His hands began to glide over her posterior, caressing the soft skin of her buttocks and thighs. Sandy purred.

"Mmmm, olive oil?" "That's right, extra virgin and cold-pressed, but we'll change that up in a minute."

Sandy relaxed as one of his hands slid down the crack between her cheeks and the other slid up around her pussy, adding to its wetness with the new lubricant. Her clit began tingling again as his hands slithered around when one pulled away and 

Slap! Arthur struck one cheek hard with his open hand.

"Ow! Arthur, that stung!" "That's right, slut, now count them off." Slap! on the other cheek, leaving both with brief oily impressions of his hands. Sandy cried out again.

"Two! Damn, Arthur!" "You forgot one and you complained. We'll start over." He wound up and smacked her ass again.

"Ow! One. Oh, Two. . . " "That's better, sweetness," and he continued to strike her firmly. With the surprise gone, Sandy cried out less, but she'd never done this before and didn't know when he'd stop. All she knew was that her bottom was tingling painfully.

With the twelfth blow to her now reddened cheeks, Arthur stopped. Sandy was breathing heavily when she felt his hands running over her again, full of more oil. It had the effect of immediate cooling before sealing her skin and raising the temperature of her buttocks. Now one hand again ran down between her cheeks and this time stopped over the pucker of her anus, pausing and pushing. This was almost as stimulating as the feeling around the curve of her perineum, for Arthur's other hand had returned to her pussy. As he slid it up and down, Sandy murmured, her mind trying to assimilate the familiar pleasure with the tingling aftereffects of the spanking. She began to wriggle and murmur as his fingers wriggled, one around her clit, another against the oiled pucker.

"Can't have that," and Slap! Slap! Slap! with the same force but past fifteen, sixteen, seventeen when he stopped as suddenly as he'd started. Sandy tried to wriggle her bottom to dodge his hand but found herself straining against ropes in all directions. She felt the tears soaking her blindfold.

"Arthur . . ." "Here, here, beautiful," and he kneeled down behind her and began lapping at her cunt with long strokes of his tongue. Sandy's body shivered with the conflict within. His hands again lightly stroked her flaming bottom, caressing ever so lightly while his tongue worked its magic and his nose bobbed against her anal pucker.

With no vision, and nothing to focus on but his touch and the related smells and sounds, Sandy moaned. She could feel her cunt filling with juices from all the sensations. From what she wasn't certain, and when he resumed the spanking with one hand his other circled around the top of her thigh to continue massaging her bloated pussy. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she half cried, half moaned as the blows rained down, only on her right buttock. He stopped, moved to her other side and reversed hands to even up the count.

Sandy was not the only one turned on. Arthur watched the sweat beading on her lower back, her head shake back and forth on the mattress, her hands and wrists pull taut against the ropes, her swelling pink, glistening bottom rising up to meet his hand. His cock swung thickly between his legs, gorged with blood, as he slapped her--it was so tempting to stop now and just run its power between her legs doggy style. But no, he had to maintain control, thrill to Sandy's increasing enjoyment of this routine, and pour some more oil into his palm.

For Sandy was coming to the verge of an explosion when Arthur stopped. 

"Not now!" she gasped. "Finish me!" "That I will, baby girl," said Arthur as he moved between her legs and dribbled the oil down his cock and greased it with one hand. With the other, its middle finger equally lubed, he began pressing against the puckered center of her anus. "Take a deep breath and relax, Sandy, think about how hot you are and let me in."

And in his finger went, slowly past her initial contractions and then up to the knuckle. He pushed down on the rectum toward the parallel passage of her vagina, where his other hand had thoughtfully moved in. It was a decided change of sensations, and Sandy rotated her hindquarters to increase the friction. "Mm, mm, a little more. . . "

Arthur rotated his finger in her ass as if in response but pulled out of her cunt and spanked her twice more.

"How many is that? Or do I have to start over?" "Oh God, eighteen, nineteen. . ." Where was twenty? Arthur was twitching her clit again. "Ohhh," Sandy groaned.

Then he struck again, immediately slipping his enraged cock between the lips of her pussy. Arthur pumped her ruthlessly as she screamed and came, pulled out, lathered some more oil around its dripping tip and began nudging it against her asshole. Sandy collapsed on the bed, her rim relaxing in the aftermath of her orgasm. His knob was not so wide but it felt like pins and needles as he forced it past the pucker. She felt him fill her anus and sighed as one arm curled around her waist below her belly and his other hand grasped her pussy. Arthur slid back and forth, occasionally popping the head of his cock out past the ring of muscles before forcing his way in again. It was tight, unlike anything he'd ever felt in Sandy's cunt, and deliciously so.

"Yesss . . . " he murmured, kissing her shoulders and neck. Sandy groaned in response as Arthur's other fingers joined the first in her cunt. It began to feel like his whole hand was inside while his cock made its slow but steady progress up the other passage. To her surprise, his entire hand was inside, sometimes a fist, sometimes loose, wriggling fingers drumming a soft tattoo on her vaginal walls and behind her clit as he hunched and thrust upon her body.

Strapped to the bed, blind but to the filling of her lower body, Sandy began rocking to another orgasm. She cried and shivered as her man rotated his hand in her cunt and his tool up her ass. As she subsided, he began a slow in-out, indulging himself in the tightness clutching his cock. He pulled his hand out of Sandy's cunt, straightened up behind her and grasped her sweat-streaked hips with his slippery hands.

"This is what you want, this is what you deserve, my cum slut." Words escaped him as he continued to slide slowly back and forth. Sandy stopping thinking, feeling only Arthur's rod filling her bottom, the slow rhythm and full pressure against her rectal walls and anus as he ground against her, the pull of the ropes...

(He was the tenth man to take her ass in this position, strapped down in stocks in the town square, sperm from the others dripping down her legs from both holes. This one was thicker and longer than the others, and he took his time pumping back and forth along her well-lubricated passage. The crowd hooted and cheered, and she stretched her buttocks outward to take more of his massive cock, reveling in the sensation of complete exposure, utter humiliation, and public pleasure)

Arthur began to feel his balls tighten and boil toward climax. He tried to keep the pace steady but began pounding against his woman, slamming up against her cheeks.

"Take my cock, my slave bitch," bam bam bam, his balls brought up hard by her pussy.

"Yes Arthur I love it, take me, fuck me, again and again and again--Fuck my ass, fuck it deep and hard and hot and deep yes, fill me, fuck me, fuck me your fuckslave!"

Up his sperm came, long jets ejecting from his exploding tip as Arthur howled from the contractions of his testicles. Sandy opened her bottom and then clenched her anus, making him gasp from the pressure around the root of his spurting erection. He was trapped inside a hot, wet, finger trap, the nerve endings in the head of his cock sparkling in pain from the release. He gave a final thrust and collapsed upon her back.

"Arthur? Arthur?" Sandy whispered in her blind crouch at the slim, slowly breathing man above her.

"I'm sorry, Princess, that was as exquisite as it was exhausting." He roused himself to remove her blindfold and undo her bonds. They held each other's heads and kissed with a deep gentleness. "You can offer anything anytime. Shall we shower?"



Bottoms Up!



In my senior year at College I had a roommate called Pete. He was tall, athletic, a real stud in every respect. We got along very well and so our co-habitation was very smooth. Pete was a real nice guy; I couldn't deny him anything. One week before our graduation, he suggested that we should have a small party. He would just invite a couple of friends over. It all seemed perfectly innocent, so I had no objection whatsoever.

The big day arrived. Paul and Ted, Pete's friends from back home, knocked on the door and I let them in. Pete was really excited as if there was something more to this party. We had 3-4 beers each and then we opened a bottle of vodka. Pete and his friends were heavy drinkers but I wasn't used to consuming so much alcohol. I was pretty wasted; I couldn't get up from my chair. Pete and Ted offered to help me and carried me to the bedroom. I was now lying on the bed face down. I felt really tired.

"It's Showtime!" Pete said.

I wondered what he meant.

"We want what we came for!" Paul exclaimed.

"Yeah, let's see what he's got, Pete!" Ted urged.

Pete approached the bed, climbed on top of me and began unzipping my pants.

"Now you'll show us what you've been hiding for so long!" he murmured.

His friends started undressing, revealing their well-built bodies. I remembered that Pete was in the habit of coming in the shower whenever I was taking a bath, always using some lame excuse. Back then, I thought that it was just a coincidence but now I realised that all he wanted was to see me naked. However, tonight was much more that that. Pete had come up with a plan to fuck my virgin ass.

While I was thinking about all that, Pete was pulling down my pants. His friends were bare naked and they were already jerking off. As he took off my pants (I wasn't wearing any shoes), Paul shouted:

"Show us his butt!" 

He was really eager to see an untouched male ass. Pete removed my briefs real slow exposing my round butt cheeks.

"Yeah, look at this tight little butt, it's a real work of art!" Ted said really excited.

Both men were standing across the bed enjoying the view.

"O.K. guys, show's over!" I said and tried to get up. I failed. I didn't even have the strength to do that. I felt completely exhausted.

"You had too much to drink and the show has just began, bitch!" Pete said laughing sardonically.

His plan had worked out perfectly. He started taking off his clothes. When he undressed completely I noticed that he was already erect. He took a pillow and placed it beneath my ass.

"Boys, get ready for the ultimate spectacle!" Pete said.

Instantly, he spread my legs revealing my virgin hole.

"I'd like to fuck this butthole real hard" Paul said really horny.

"Me too! I can't wait!" Ted moaned.

"I'm first! I've been waiting so long for this" Pete said.

He took a bottle of vodka he had hidden under the bed and poured some on my asshole. Then, he started squeezing my cheeks and masturbating. His cock, long and thick, was rock-hard and ready for penetration. I made my final attempt to get up and save myself.

"Guys, grab his arms!" Pete ordered. "You are not going anywhere, cumbucket!"

There was nothing I could do. I surrendered...Pete shoved his cockhead in my ass. Then, with one mighty push, he drove his full length inside me.

"Yeah, fuck this cumslut real good!" Paul raged.

"Give it to him! Fuck his virgin butt!" Ted urged.

Pete started fucking me ruthlessly. His dick ravaged my hole. Each thrust was more powerful than the previous one. I felt my anus burning. I begged him to stop but he had no intention of doing that.

"We are not gonna stop until you service all three of us!" he moaned. "Each time I came into the shower you used to cover yourself with a towel. Well, now your ass is mine and there's nothing you can do about it!" Pete murmured as he pounded my butt again and again.

His breathing became faster. He grabbed my waist as his tool exploded inside me shooting his load.

"All yours!" he said as several blasts of hot cum flooded my tight asshole.

Pete pulled out really satisfied. It was now Paul's turn. His shaft was standing at attention. It wasn't as long as Pete's but it was equally thick. The only thing I could think of now was getting back at Pete. He had betrayed my trust. Three men would rape me and it was all his fault. There wasn't much I could do except for one thing: to question Pete's manhood. I would make him feel the worst buttfucker of the three.

I grabbed my butt cheeks, spreading them wide open and showing off my asshole.

"Come on, Paul! I need a real man back there!" I said in a low seductive voice.

"Looks like you failed, Pete. This bitch didn't feel a thing. Well, I'll show how it's done!" Paul said.

Pete was furious but now I had to pay the price of urging Paul to prove himself... His cock pierced my ass right away. This buttfucking had turned to a competition and he was determined to win. He went as deep as he could. His balls touched my ass cheeks as his hard rod pumped my tight butthole.

"Yeah, fuck me, big boy!" I screamed.

"Shake your ass, bitch! Show me how bad you want my dick!" Paul moaned.

His shaft came in and out of my ass. He enjoyed the tight grip of my hole, pushing in every single inch of his swollen cock. Paul would shove his cockhead in my butt and then he would put the whole thing inside with one big push, forcing my hole to stretch repeatedly. He was so hot he couldn't hold himself any longer. 

"Yeah, cum in my ass! Fill my hole with your cream!" I moaned as I felt his rod spurting his lava in my asshole.

"Now, it's my turn!" Ted said.

He was going to be my last for tonight but he was as horny as the other two.

"Show me what you got! I want your cock in my ass, stud!" I said.

Ted was really anxious to fuck me. He pushed his dick in my butt right away and he relaxed for a moment. I realised that he was the biggest of the three. His massive shaft was stretching me to the limit. He began pounding my hole mercilessly.

"Fuck me! Deeper! Harder! Oh, your cock is so big!" I said smiling.

"And your ass is so tight!" Ted replied really excited.

Ted's thrusts were more vigorous than before. He was so horny that he was slapping my ass really hard. I pushed my ass towards his cock. His balls punched loudly against my butt cheeks, which had turned red from the spanking. He was driving me crazy and I was getting my revenge. 

"Go, buttfucker! Fuck my tight asshole real good!" I shouted.

His rod rammed deep inside my ass. He was about to cum. I decided to spite Pete even more.

"Cum in my mouth, Ted! I wanna taste a real man's juice!" I said lustfully.

Ted pulled out of my ass and kneeled in front of my face. He grabbed my head and pushed it over his massive rod. His cock reached the back of my throat. He fucked my mouth for a few seconds. My lips touched his pubic hair as I deepthroated my first dick.  

"I've got a special treat for you, cumslut!" Ted moaned.

His tool erupted and I tried to swallow his salty semen to the last drop. His cum flooded my mouth. Ted pulled out. Cum was dripping from my lips. I licked it saying:

"Now that's a real man's milk!"

Ted gave me a friendly slap on the butt saying:

"Let's do it again some time. It's a shame to waste such a tight ass!"

He was the unquestionable winner of this competition. As for Pete and me...we were even. He had managed to fuck my virgin ass and I had made him feel the worst of the three... 



Bottoms Up!



Being a bottom myself, I had never looked at anyone, but tops. My new friend, Shawn, had me feeling some kind of way. It was weird, because he was also a bottom, but there was something about him that turned me on. He wasn't real masculine, nor did he ever come onto me. Shawn was definitely not someone that I would look twice at. 

I mean, he's cute, but not my type. I had no idea why I was feeling him so. We were both pretty similar when it came to looks. Both of us are around 5'9, about 170lbs, full lips, peanut butter complexions, and asses so fat that a top would kill for. It wasn't that I wanted him to fuck me, per se, but I did wanna fuck around with him. 

One night, we were stuck in the house because of a snow storm, so we decided to chill & watch some movies at his place. Shawn got undressed and was walking around in nothing but a beater & boxer briefs. Damn, he had a fat ass. 

Even though I was a bottom, I always had been curious about eating ass. None of the dudes that I fucked with let me do it, so it was always a fantasy of mines. I so wanted something to go down, but didn't really know how to approach him. I just decided to go with the flow and whatever happens, happens.

"Sam, why are you still dressed? You might as well get comfortable. The roads won't be clear until late tomorrow morning."

"But, I don't have anything to change into."

"So what? Just walk around in your draws. We cool, I don't care. You ain't got to worry about me trying to tap that ass."

"Um, aight."

I got undressed, and only had on briefs & a t-shirt. I tried to hide the hard on that I was getting from watching Shawn walk around the house and that booty jiggling. The longer that I sat there, the hornier that I got, so I decided to see if I could get something started.

"Shawn, have you ever fucked around with another bottom?"

"No, I haven't. It's not that I wouldn't, but I guess that there hasn't been any that caught my attention. A lot of dudes walk around saying that they wouldn't dyke, but if the bottom was sexy enough, I would fuck around."

"Who would fuck who?"

"I don't really think that either of us would fuck the other. Probably would be just a hot ass oral session. Some kissing & grinding, too."

I noticed that Shawn's dick was getting hard, so I went over to him and pulled it out. Damn, for him to be a bottom, this nigga sure was packing! That dick had to be at least 10 inches! It should be a crime not to be using all that meat to please somebody. 

I kissed the head, then took as much of it down as I could. Shawn's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he forced me down onto his pipe. My lips touched his pubic hairs, and then I came back up. 

We looked into each other's eyes and passionately kissed. He took the rest of his clothes off and laid me on my back. I shuddered as he went down on me. It had been so long since I had gotten head, that the feeling was kind of new to me. Shawn deep-throated my thick 8 inches, making it sopping wet. He used his spit to jack me off while he licked & sucked on my balls. 

Before I knew it, my legs were going in the air, and Shawn's wide tongue was deep inside of me. Shit, this was some bomb ass head! He flipped me over and started to fuck my face hard. I choked on his big dick, which made my asshole twitch. 

I took his wet meat out of my mouth and started to eat his ass. There is nothing hotter than an ass eating 69. It was like a contest to see who could get as much tongue up the other's ass. Both of our holes were dripping, so Shawn disappeared into his room. 

I was wondering what was taking him so long, but then he came back with a double head dildo. Shawn spit on my asshole and lubed it up, and then slid the fat dildo head inside of me. It felt as if a huge fire had been put out in my ass. My booty got juicy as he started to fuck me with the dildo. He went to the other side and slid it in himself. This had to be some of the freakiest shit that I had ever done. 

We both relaxed ourselves, and then went to work. We were both on our knees and started to back it up. Our fat asses were bouncing off of each other as we got fucked by the fake dick. The both of us started jacking off and not long after, nut shot everywhere. 

It was the best orgasm that I have ever had. Shawn wasn't done yet. He ate me out again, and fucked me with the dildo while I sucked his dick. To have my mouth & ass filled at the same time cause me to have my first anal orgasm! Shawn pulled the dildo out of my ass and sucked it clean. 

We cleaned up and fell asleep in each other's arms. Never in a million years did I think that the best sex of my life would come from another bottom, but it was....



Bottoms Up Again



Once in the shower, Sally and I didn't take long getting to business, as she began washing me without even being asked. I grinned and enjoyed her magical hands as she touched, fondled, and groped me every step of the process. I began to really harden in her hands and she would stop just shy of making me cum, knowing that she would have to pay for her cock teasing ways. She had a look of complete mischief on her face the whole time, but she wasn't ready for what I did next.

As I washed each inch of Sally's skin, I kissed and licked it ... except the armpits, of course. Otherwise, however, I licked and kissed every part of her flesh as I washed and rinsed it, making the shower smell suspiciously like a very wet pussy. Sally squirmed, sighed, and moaned as I tasted her, finally breaking out into a crescendo of cries that emanated from her lips while her face created the impression that she was dying or something like that. When I ran my tongue along her butt-crack, Sally held onto the spigot for dear life and seemed as if she were about to break it as she screamed at the top of her lungs to the rest of the household...

It wasn't long before we had an audience, as Kelly rushed to the door. They found a very slick and very satisfied Sally, who knelt before me in adoration and gratitude, kissing my cock before I pulled her to her feet to kiss her mouth. When that happened, Kelly didn't give us a chance to dry off before she went to her knees and took my dick into her mouth. Sally rushed to join her and my cock was now as stiff as it could possibly get from having two Southern cuties suck my dick so hungrily as a team.

Just when they thought that they had me, I rose and began drying Sally off, while Kelly did the same for me without being told. I led the way to the backyard, where I sat down on a chaise longue and motioned for them to join me. Then I cleared my throat.

"Alright, boys and girls. You're gonna start supper soon, I hope. I'm starving. I don't know about you. However, let me lay down some more rules and I hope that we're clear here. We have all agreed that I am in charge and that I will collar each of you as my slaves. There are some pregnant women around and therefore they must quit smoking cold turkey ... and so must the rest of you. It will be better for the women, the unborn, and all of us, not to mention our budgets. I will rent out the other home for visitors, tourists, etc. whatever, but not permanently, in case I have need of it for whatever reason. Tomorrow, I'm moving boxes into this place and I will live here with you to give you the firm and loving domination that you crave and need.

"Girls, whenever you have an urge to smoke, suck a cock. Same with you guys. That should cure you of the urge to smoke enough, I think. Sucking cock is a whole lot better for you than smoking tobacco, and you know it, too," I commanded them.

"We'll help you, I promise ... but right now, I really want a smoke ... bad," Martin turned to me, seeing his chance.

"Well, in that case, kiss my cock, but work with your sister Belle. I want to feel both of your mouths on my dick, licking and sucking away at it," I instructed the young man.

Martin grinned and immediately planted a kiss on my dick, while I asked, "Who will cook the food?"

"Let us handle that. Lowell and me. We're a couple. We should work together on it," Mary suggested with a wink.

Meanwhile, Belle got to her knees to join her brother and plant her share of kisses on my cock. They began licking each side of my stiffening rod, sometimes, letting their tongues overlap to entwine with each other's. Sally and Kelly, not to be outdone, now came over to me and pleaded with pouty faces to be allowed to serve me in some way as before ... so I gestured for each of them and put my hand on each of their, well ... bottoms. I was already hard as a rock, but I wanted some fine entertainment for now, so I pointed to Mark and Shannon.

"Shannon, Mark, I want you two to sixty-nine with each other. Think that you can do that for me? Let Shannon get on top, Mark underneath ... and Mark, I really want you to eat her like it's going out of style. Eat her with the same appetite that you will eat supper later on tonight. Chow down. Go for it like my ex-wife is probably going to town on her girlfriends. Shannon, same principle, suck his dick like it's the best thing that you have ever tasted in your life and you never want it to leave your mouth. Focus, no matter how hard this position makes it for you ... just focus on your partner's pleasure, not your own. Is that clear?" I ordered them.

"Sally, Kelly, take turns riding my face. I want to eat each of you out, pussy and ass, while the other girl helps me by licking the other hole. Think that you can do that, ladies?" I instructed them.

"Yes, please ... let us sit on your face. You won't regret it, Master!" Sally agreed enthusiastically, planting her sweet twat on my mouth for me to begin licking away at it.

I knew that much, of course and I settled in for a chance to really devour Sally first, running my tongue along her slit to tease her while she gasped in reaction to me ... and to Kelly rimming her ass. My poor fiancée had no idea just how eager I was to lick her pussy ... it was the one good thing that came from my marriage, in that my ex loved to be eaten out, and I had gotten very good at it as a result from the practice. Sally had such a very sweet, juicy, and bare twat, too, her lips moist and dripping her juices as she creamed herself repeatedly from both my tongue and Kelly's. It was evident that the young slut would be very easy ... and eager to please. She was right. I would be extremely pleased to have her as my wife. Who wouldn't?

Meanwhile, Martin and Belle really proved how much they knew their stuff, sucking my hard cock and my balls with the same exact gusto and talent as each other, though that made sense as they were from the same family. I wondered just how much practice Martin had on sucking dick, but I got the impression that the ladies had understated the degree of it considerably. As for Belle, well, she really transferred her fondness for tobacco to an eagerness to all but inhale my cock. Pretty soon, her brother and she had a solid pattern of swapping cock for balls, balls for cock. My every nerve ending was alive as the siblings went down on me, even as I did my best to tune it out (not easy at all under the best of circumstances) and dine on Sally, or Kelly, who now took her cousin's place while Sally began licking her butt as well.

By now, Mark and Shannon were both so far gone that I could hear incredible noises and definitely smell their arousal as they got it on ... and pretty soon, Kelly and Sally both needed it badly, too, so I began to finger Sally's asshole while I licked Kelly's bottom now. Before too long, both women creamed themselves on me, their fluids soaking my arms and my face ... By God, they were delicious, as was the sound of Mark and Shannon as they came at last. By then, it was too much when combined with those loving, wet, and warm tongues on my cock and balls, and I came all over Belle and Martin alike, some even getting on Belle's tits.

"Oh, damn, that was terrific, boys and girls! You really know how to please a guy, that's sure. Now, I don't know about you folks, but I've worked up a bit of an appetite, and I was already rather hungry when I got here. How much longer for supper, Mary, Lowell?" I demanded.

"Master, we are almost done, I swear it! Here, though, you do look like you could use something to drink in the meantime. Some more peach tea, or something stronger, perhaps?" Mary winked at me, now walking over to kiss me passionately on the mouth.

"A cold beer would be nice, if you don't mind," I smiled at Mary.

"Mind? That's funny, Master! All that we have is yours now. Our house, our money ... our bodies. Everything. A cold beer? You can have the entire six-pack if you want, or both of them, for that matter," Mary reminded me.

"Yeah, well, I've decided something else," I blurted, having just thought of it, after being reminded of just how power I suddenly possessed.

"Yes, Master?" Shannon asked me as she brought me the coldest beer that she could find in the ice chest.

"No birth control pills. Period. Anyone on those goes off them. No spermicidal jellies, or condoms with spermicide, or anything of the sort. I want to start breeding you ladies as soon as possible," I grinned at them, "though, of course, Mary and Belle are already in the family way. I can and will pick the next ones to breed them as well. I can and will decide this, down to the nth degree."

I freely admit now that selecting which of the four men living in this house would sire their spawn. It was a power trip that really started to excite me. The more I thought about my new position, the more I liked it. Hell, I loved it. A guy could get used to a life like this. No more being sexually frustrated. No more being cut off or given the cold shoulder. I could come home from work and have my pick of the men and women in my harem to service me.

"Well, Master, dinner is served," Sally broke through my thoughts now, bringing me the very first plate.

"Why, thank you, Sally," I beamed at her.

"We always brought Mama's plate to her first. It's only fair to do the same for the new Top to all of us Bottoms," she winked at me, while the others surrounded me and Mary in particular played with my hair, while Lowell began rubbing my feet.

Yeah, this was the life ... things for me could never be the same...

A song from my past just seemed to fit me and my mood best of all...

I'm on the Top of the world, looking out on Creation...

Well, with all of those willing Bottoms at my service, I truly was on Top, and it felt just right, as if it were the way that it was always meant to be. To be here, with these Bottoms ... even though I had never been to this part of the world before ... I was home at last, and I've never felt more welcome. I have certainly never looked back, as the rest of my adventures that I am about to relate will make perfectly clear.



Bottoms Up Yet Again



Supper was more than worth the wait. It was fantastic. I didn't even think that most Southerners ate bratwurst, but it seemed that I was guilty of some stereotypes there, as Mary and Lowell had cooked one mean dinner. They were clearly a team in many ways, though I could tell that of the two, Mary was very much in charge. This made sense, in fact, as her submissive nature was balanced by some more dominant traits, since she wasn't a Bottom. I could also tell while everyone present had high sex drives, Mary's was considerably higher than Lowell's. It was a good thing that she had help, since there was no way that he could have ever satisfied her entirely on his own. One could tell that Lowell knew this and didn't mind at all. If circumstances had been different, Mary might have topped them all instead, but she wanted to submit as well as dominate. 

I also wondered if perhaps, given some of her actions, Belle had something of a switch persona to her as well. I decided that I could use both of those women to assist me in guiding the household on a new path. Mama, while meaning well, had struck me as sometimes rather capricious with some of her rules. While I might make some mistakes in leading the household, I hoped to avoid at least some of the same, while maintaining the same basic loving discipline and dominance in the family as before. From the looks of my various new kith and kin, I had started out very well indeed. 

Still, clearly, there was a natural hierarchy in this family, and if I followed it properly, they would be prepared for the danger of my possible passing as well. I had come to a decision, and it would no doubt have repercussions for the family in the very near future. It was time to announce it, and I trusted to my dumb luck that they would continue to submit to my will. If so, this plan could very well keep them from falling apart, as witnessed by women who knew better smoking, of course. 

"Boys and girls, I have decided a few other things, at least for now, on a trial basis, to make sure that it works, of course. I have noticed that, and do not take offense to this, Belle, but while you might be all Bottom, you are not a pure sub. You have some initiative in things like the toplessness, proving your leadership in such matters where others simply went along with the rules, of course. Therefore, I believe that you are a switch and could assist me in managing this household. I do not wish to micromanage this family, but rather to entrust power to those who can aid me in keeping order here. I do want to know why you were smoking while pregnant," I demanded to know. 

"Sorry, Master, I had quit, but like all of us, I took Mama's death kind of hard and it has been a comfort. There is something that You should know. Mama wrote out her will and a special message to all of us, but especially to her successor as head of the family. She didn't know who that might be, but I think that she had a foreboding about something, because she wrote this rather recently, shortly before her death. Would you care to read it?" Belle offered while getting me another cold beer. 

"Sure, thank you, Belle," I smiled with pleasure. 

"Here it is, Master," she slipped me the letter, addressed in her mother's handwriting to the entire group. 

Dear, Beloved Bottom Family, and the Top Who shall take my place, 

First of all, let me say just how proud and happy I am to be your Mistress, wife, and mother. You have all been wonderful sports about everything, incredibly loyal, obedient, and all that. Sometimes, I have been a bit unreasonable at times, far more than even a Mistress has the right to be. I sometimes wonder if I pushed some of you into acting a purely submissive role because of my own assumptions. Then again, I have been mostly right about you...mostly. I have tried to be good to you, provide you with loving, caring domination such as you need, but I have also been petty and selfish at times, not considering your needs enough. 

Sure, a Mistress's desires and needs come first, but a good Mistress should love, care for, reward, and give back at times. I have done those things, it is true, but sometimes, I feel that I have not always done so adequately, have not always fully shown my appreciation and understanding of just what a gift your willing surrender to me really means, the trust that you placed in me to lead, dominate, discipline, control, and reward you. For this, and any other mistakes that I have made when losing perspective, I do apologize and ask your forgiveness.

I also pray that you will continue to trust and love the next Top, be they man or woman. I may at times have seemed to uphold too much of an attitude that suggested that I automatically believe that Woman is superior to man in all cases. Well, neither is superior to each other, nor all women dominant by nature. Some are Domme, some are sub, and some like Mary, are switches. There, I said it. I know that Mary is a switch. I can tell that much, and this made it sometimes more exciting, but also more threatening as well. I might have been a little too harsh at times on Mary to reinforce that she was just as much my slave as the rest of you. For that, Mary, I offer you a particular apology and I hope that you will accept it. 

Speaking of which, Mary, I want you to know that if something should happen to me, you could probably take the reins of the family, but I trust that you understand why I recommend that you support an outsider instead, assist him, as it were. You are a switch, not a pure Domme, so to take complete control would be as bad of a denial of your nature as I have regrettably fostered by repressing your attempts to assist me at times. I have been guilty of not delegating enough, of not trusting enough that you and Belle, yes, you Belle, are both switches and capable of helping me and my successor lead this family. 

If something should happen to me, take good care of this family, from Daddy down to Shannon. Help each other and the new Top in guiding this household. Daddy can't do this. You know that. He is far too submissive by nature. Don't pick a Top who will mistreat or humiliate him, either. I have done far too much of that myself, though was no intention of mine. I just lost perspective at times, my dears. It can happen, even to a loving, caring Mistress like me. I have generally been good to him, but not good enough in some ways, especially since he worked while I stayed at home and played domestic goddess, getting far more action than him. Not that he had to get the same play that I did, being my slave as well as my husband, but more that it was at least partly due to me being home with you guys while he was at work, so he was sacrificing play for work, something that I respect and admire in him. 

If nothing happens to me, then I will try soon to act on my new resolve to be a little sweeter, not as sadistic, while still very much a loving and firm Mistress that you all need and crave. I will probably work toward easing some of the Sunday rules in particular. While I am, in spite of my unconventional and sinful ways, very much a proper Southern, Christian lady, this doesn't mean that I should be unforgiving of you guys having a little more fun on Sundays and such. If something happens to me, I hope that the new Top will relax such rules, particularly for Daddy, who is likely to be in a state of grief and no condition to serve well for a while. 

Speaking of which, Melvin, my sweet husband and slave...my dear, hard-working, loyal cuckold...yeah, that's funny, isn't it, given how much of a stud you can be at times... I know that you have been longsuffering in the face of some of my capricious and at times cruel conduct. I have misused my power over you at times for something as petty as anger and amusement. Now both have their place, but I have taken them too far at times. Still, try and understand, particularly in the case of the planned transvestite gang-bang that I had arranged, which was one of the few times that you ever defied me, I was furious at least somewhat because I wanted to watch you get more of the pleasure and attention that you deserved. 

I thought that it would be fun for you to get to play the slut, the hot wife, for a change. To see what kind of pleasure that you have given me...and to reward and thank you, especially by offering you a sort of delight that only a man with a prostate can experience. I know that I pegged you, but this was going to be different. I know that no other man had fucked your ass before, so you were a bit shocked and dismayed by this idea, perhaps considered it an excessive humiliation, which my recent conduct and my reaction to what I considered your insulting refusal must have only reinforced. 

But my dear, sweet slut slave, that was never my intention. I only wanted you to feel the pleasure that I feel, as a special reward that would also bring me voyeuristic pleasure and also please the team. I was deeply hurt by your refusal and your misunderstanding of my intentions, and so I reacted too harshly. Please forgive me for that as I forgive you for your defiance. I wanted to take you out of your comfort zone, and I hope that you will submit to it in the future, give it another chance. Trust your Mistress and wife...you will be rewarded beyond your wildest fantasies, my love. 

I am proud that I never did anything truly bad to you, though. No savage beatings. No chastity. Orgasm and masturbation control at times, of course. That's just a reminder of my power, though at times I think that I overdid it, such as when you watched me with Pastor Jones. Of course, the real reason for that wasn't just my power, you know. I loved seeing you put so much seed inside Mary. I loved knowing that you would knock her up, sooner or later, if you kept it up. I was always so proud to see that, but try and understand that this purpose was defeated if you came earlier, since I wanted that build-up of extra cum from your balls ready for Mary's cunt. 

In fact, once Mary was safely pregnant, I planned for Belle to be next, followed by Sally, Kelly, and eventually Shannon. Yes, now you know the truth about my plans for you, my sweet hubby. I could never do the chastity thing with you. It's such a waste of perfectly good cock, balls, and cum. 

And to the Top who shall replace me, as You will see in the will that I have written down, which Top is chosen for the family will inherit most of the estate. Oh, I've left plenty for the Bottoms to live on, especially if they turn out to no longer wish to be Bottoms, but most of it I have left for You. I trust that they will choose wisely and that they will pick a strong, but caring, gentle, but firm Dom or Domme, Master or Mistress, to rule. 

It doesn't matter if You are black, white, Christian, Jew, male, or female, straight or bisexual. I assume that a purely gay man would have no interest in this situation, which I think a reasonable assumption, since there is an expectation that You would want to breed the women a lot. Lesbians could be tricky, too, since a pure lesbian might not be able to properly reward the menfolk and carry their seed for them. This is not homophobia. It is just realism. Perhaps at times, however, a gay or lesbian person can be brought in to play. I have occasionally fucked some dominant women (and men), and sometimes vanilla types and switches for good measure. 

I thank You, whomever You are, for taking over from me and picking up where I left off, bringing happiness and pleasure to this family and bliss to Yourself as well. You have no idea what kind of good You will do for them with Your firm hand and loving dominance. You have no idea how much they will need You once I am gone...but You will...trust me, if I love You for this from the grave, they will do so in life, and they will make You the happiest man or woman alive. They're the best Bottoms I could have ever asked for, and all they need is firm and gentle guidance, domination, and control, done with love. Make them feel safe and loved and You will have their hearts. Believe me about this. I have tried and mostly succeeded in this, except for a few notable blunders. They need this and You need this, too. It will work for You, as it does for them. 

Oh, and to Fanny and Autumn, my oldest two daughters, I love and adore you. I am proud of you. I regret everything that I ever did to make you feel unwanted, disowned, resented, etc. I understand if you don't wish to ever return to the family home to live, but can you please visit? You will get your share of the family estate, too. I just want to hug my two black sheep and let them know that you are welcome back home whenever you wish. I do not wish for you to submit if that is not what you wish. I understand why you legally changed your name from Bottom to Ellis, like me, and I am honored by this. Forgive me for pushing things on you that you didn't much care to do. 

You are wonderful daughters and we are all very happy for you. Fanny, congratulations on getting married. Sorry that I was so stubborn and missed the wedding. I know that I let your father give you away, but at the time, I was just so upset over cross words that we shared that I screwed things up by failing to show up on your special day. That was the worst decision that I have ever made and it will haunt me to my dying day. Autumn, equal congratulations on your first promotion. You will make a fine sailor and someday Chief of the Boat, I just know it. I will try to be a better and more supportive mother in the future. 

To my sister, Patricia...yes, yes, I know, you're Patty. Patty Bottom. You're a beautiful woman. I don't know if you are truly dominant, submissive, neither, or a switch, but I know that you are a beautiful woman, caring, loving, and good enough to give your daughter a home with me, to trust me with her while you spent time under those absurd mandatory minimum laws. I know that you didn't intend to be locked away for so long. Who would have thought that such a small amount of marijuana would earn you such a lengthy sentence in federal prison? Well, those laws suck ass and I hope that you get free while I still live, so I can welcome you back to the family with open arms. 

We'll find a place for you somewhere, or if I'm not around anymore, the rest of your family will. Be assured that you are always welcome, even if you opt out of the traditional activities. You belong here and I regret if I ever pushed you away from your brother, me, and our children. You have lost so much, especially with Salvatore abandoning Kelly and you when you needed him most, just to run back to Italy with his tail between his legs and escape his responsibilities. I hope that he learns someday just how badly he screwed up. Don't fear. We've taken good care of your sweet Kelly, just as you asked us to do. 

Anyway, thank all of you for what you have done, including the fine menfolk who have been such good sports over things like the CFNM thing in swimming and otherwise. Rest assured that if I live, I will relax some of the most drastic rules in some ways, and Lowell, I have a special duty for you. Whenever Mary fucks your father from now on, you are to fuck me. I think that I should make you fuck me twice for a while as much given how more action Daddy has gotten out of her than you have gotten out of me. I have not cared much about that and I do not have to do so, but you've been such a good trooper and taken it for the team, as it were, so I want to reward and thank you for what you've given us by bringing your girlfriend into the family and even helping set free her inner slut so we can all enjoy her better, as she has come to enjoy it. 

I trust that you will still marry her as planned, of course, and claim all of her spawn as your own, regardless of actual paternity. In fact, your father and I have agreed that you should be permitted to knock me up. How does that sound to you, son? That's a decent reward for cooperating and being so willing to share Mary so much. You've really been most helpful and understanding about that. Of course, you've had your other partners, too, but I admit that I've turned Mary into such a slut, and it wouldn't have been possible if you had been a traditional, jealous boyfriend, unwilling to share. You've made me very proud with your patience and even enthusiastic celebration of your girlfriend's sexual freedom. 

Oh, and Kelly, don't forget, that while Patty is still your mother, Daddy and I think of you as ours, too. Mark, Martin, I am so happy for both of you and glad that you have embraced your true sexuality and the natural result of what I could see was clearly more than just bromance. Mark, you're like another son to me. I know that I was pushy, but I had a mother's intuition about both of you, and I was right, wasn't it? Don't worry, I'm never going to try to turn you gay. You're not gay. You're bi. I know the difference. It was just too cute, the two of you guys, and I just had to move Mark in, let you two fully realize your mutual attraction. When you and he first did it...and I got to command you during it...and when you both fucked me the first time, I came so hard that I think that you both felt it...

Oh, and Sally, my dear sweet, Sally, I have a special task ahead of you. I want you to work on finding a Dom or Domme for the family. That's your job. You're so damn seductive, you could get anyone to bed you, but the key is to find a dominant man or woman who can take over the family. Whomever it is, you can have dibs on marrying him or her. It's your reward for being the recruiter and a job well done. 

Shannon, I am so proud of you for coming of age and choosing to embrace your heritage. I shouldn't have pushed you so hard, however. If you ever decide that you're not really a Bottom, just tell me, your father, or one of the others. You can be freed from the family rules if you ever opt out, just as the others can. This is not meant to be compulsory. No one is to be kept against their will, though I naturally hope to keep you in the nest. 

I do feel guilty over helping deceive people at times, such as Mrs. Jones and Mr. Vogel, but I have made amends to them for that, and I plan to work out a new hospitality system that automatically includes couples, as well as other ways of bringing joy to both spouses. I do not feel guilty about making Pastor Jones raise Daddy's brat. As many times as he has probably come close to seeding me, he has no place judging your father for doing that to his wife. Especially since Pastor Jones was at least a part-time sub of mine and he had displeased me, so it was a fit lesson to him not to disrespect your father. 

Yes, that was what angered me, you know. He had insulted your father, called him a sissy, a pansy, a wimp, taunted him, and etc. Well, the punishment fit the crime. He had to let a better man breed his wife and I had come to realize by then that Daddy was a far better man than Pastor Jones. Yes, if you're reading this, Melvin, that's what I really think of you. You're a wonderful, amazing man, even a better Christian than Pastor Jones. 

Anyway, my beloved family, your Mama loves and appreciates you all and hopes to see things get even better for us all. I plan to make better use of Mary and Belle to assist me, but remember that I do not play favorites. They are just more of switches than submissives compared to the rest of you. We love you all, naturally. Oh, and, yes, Daddy will be happy to submit to both ladies. He has already made that plain to me, haven't you, Melvin?

Love, hugs, kisses, and smacks to your bottoms,

Donna "Mama" Ellis

"Wow, she really treasured all of your guys. Even appreciated me, whom she never met. And I dare say that you completed your mission for the family that Mama gave you, Sally. Don't worry, I have gained a deep respect for her that I possess as much before, courtesy of this letter. She was a caring and loving wife and mother for sure, though not in a way that society at large would ever understand. She was a lot nicer to you guys and your father than my wife was to me, even though my wife never did some of those kinky things that wouldn't really appeal to me. Trust me, indifference is far crueler than any sadistic act that most Dommes could never dream of doing to a man," I commented. 




Bottoms Up Yet Again



"She must be a truly awful wife, then," Sally noted, "I won't have such big shoes to fill, though I will certainly do my best to fill them thoroughly. I'll be a terrific wife, I swear it."

"I know that you will. And for that reason, I am trusting you with my real name. It's not something that I give out to everything, since I wanted to get away from my wife. It's Adam Horowitz. I think that I like being George Jacobson better, though. My future ex's name is Ginger Bosley. She never took my name, either. Too Jewish for her comfort in some of her circles. That should have been a warning to me right there, if you ask me," I informed them, "I am staying George Jacobson and if anyone asks, that is my name." 

"Of course, Master. I might not take Your name, but I will be a far better wife than Ginger, I promise You that," Sally assured me. 

"So, it sounded as if it has been a while since you guys got it on with Pastor Jones and his wife," I noticed.

"A little while, yes. Mama cut him off right before the end. She cut off Mrs. Jones, too, since she said that we needed a little break from their marital drama, as she put it. From what I heard, Pastor Jones moved on to a sweet young lady named Michelle Sforza. She's due to go to college this fall, but not if he knocks her up, of course. Funny thing is that Mama never meant the cut-off to be permanent and she laughed when she heard about Michelle. I think that her comment was, 'that girl is delicious, but not nearly dominant enough to really satisfy the Pastor's cravings.' I suppose that she had him pegged as submissive a long time ago," Sally explained. 

"Hmm...so she might be fun for us to play with, as might the Joneses themselves," I commented as the peach cobbler was served. 

"Probably so. I hear that she has chestnut hair, green eyes, and a slightly olive complexion. Very Italian, which doesn't surprise me. She was born in the Romagna," Kelly laughed as she spoke, adding, "Speaking of which, you don't seem to mind my olive skin, either." 

"Not hardly. It is a very contrast. Fair, freckled flesh right next to an olive beauty such as yourself, very Italian in look to think of it. Is her real name Michelle? Doesn't sound properly Italian," I observed. 

"Michela, to be precise. Michela Bianca Catarina Sforza. Old Italian nobility, but far from the days of their zenith. They used to own Milan, Ferrara, Pisa, Siena, etc. They were Grand Dukes at one point, and I think even numbered a Pope or two. Those days are long gone and Michelle has put on a very American persona. She has lived in Georgia since she was 8. Very sweet disposition. Demure Catholic girl façade that conceals a slutty side that the Pastor and his wife both enjoy," Belle chimed in. 

"So, Mrs. Jones has sampled her as well," I chuckled. 

"So I hear, yes. Miranda always did like pussy. She was also always a bit more aggressive and dominant than Morton. That's Pastor Jones's Christian name. Morty as he prefers to be called. She hasn't forgiven him totally for neglecting her sexually when he first started doing Mama. I hear that she often humiliates him by reminding him that she carries another man's spawn in her womb, just to warn him of what will happen if he ever neglects her again. Still, she doesn't mind sharing him with Michelle and enjoying her as well," Mary explained. 

"And then there are the Vogels. Sounds like we have a lot of work to do. Now, I am starting to revive a bit and I haven't properly fucked any of you yet. I think that I should thank the cook with my cock. Well, cooks, so this is how it will go down. I will fuck Mary for a bit, right here on the chaise longue, while Lowell does Belle. I want to watch some proper brother-sister incest, you see. Belle will be in control of the act with Lowell, so that means cowgirl-style in this case. I will fuck Mary from behind, good old-fashioned doggy-style," I informed them all. 

Mary grinned as she got into position, knowing full well what was coming to her. I felt Sally's hands stroke my balls as she helped guide me into the pussy of her future sister. I lunged a bit as I slid into Mary's cunt, having wanted to do her ever since I watched Lowell and she get it on and she blew me that kiss. I could tell even back then that she lusted for me, even as she rode her boyfriend's cock for the hell of it. I hadn't actually fucked a woman since a little incident at a bar the day before I left Ginger and Jersey behind me. That had been a cocktail waitress that I knew only as Susie, a deliciously British babe who had vanished with a note the next morning explaining that she was married and that she simply hadn't been able to resist such a "brooding Yank with such intense rage and hunger in your eyes." 

While I began vigorously taking Mary, it was clear that Belle was very much on top of things with Lowell. She bounced her body up and down on his dick and I could hear her moans as well as his grunts as they fucked hard. Meanwhile, I felt Sally's tongue plant itself between my cheeks, sliding down the crack of my ass, while Kelly took my balls into her mouth. It was evident that neither of them were displeased to help me pound that sweet pussy of Mary's. It was definitely a very nice cunt, in fact. No matter how much pounding it had taken from Lowell, Melvin, and a variety of other men, that fine female flesh had done well in recovering and welcoming yet more punishment. She bucked her hips harder with each stroke, her moans pleading with me for more as I felt her become even slicker after every thrust of my dick. 

"Damn, Master, that cock of yours...it's so gooooood!" Mary panted as I took her harder again and yet again. 

"This pregnancy really has you hot and bothered, doesn't it?" I grinned. 

"Yes, that...and You, Master!" Mary replied as I took her yet again. 

I kept pumping for quite a while, pulling Mary's hair and enjoying the sight of her lovely bottom as I fucked her. I thought of how great it would be to breed her as well as the other women, though I planned for the other men to get their chance as well. Meanwhile, Sally and Kelly kept pleasuring me orally, adding to the intensity of the act. That was when I decided not to exclude anyone else from the pleasure. 

"Mark, Martin, grab Shannon and DP her. Mark, use her face. Martin, take her pussy," I instructed them, delighting in the ecstatic reaction of Shannon when the two men started attacking her. 

As all this happened, I heard Belle moan louder now and Lowell groan like a rutting animal, as she came with her twat encircling his cock and his cum shot out into her pussy, leaving a nice creamy deposit that had built up since his last encounter with Mary. Hearing her boyfriend and his sister cum together, while also enjoying my dick exploring her depths, Mary let go at last and squirted on my cock to indicate the intensity of the climax which left her limp and sated. I felt that familiar twitch as my dick spurted out several ropes from my balls into her cunt. Sally and Kelly then stuck their tongues in Mary's mouth, letting her taste the sweat from my ass and my balls, something that she relished as she kissed them back with some tongue play of her own.  

We all watched Shannon take on her brother and his boyfriend, her tongue swirling around Mark's cock while she eagerly invited more of Martin's dick inside her pussy. Her moans of delight left no doubt in my mind that she loved being slutty for her family and friends, though mostly it seemed directed at me, as indicated by the look that she gave me as they fucked her holes. The look seemed to say, yes, I enjoy this for its own sake and theirs, but most of all for You. 

Soon, of course, Shannon's excitement grew until her orgasm couldn't be denied, her body shaking and jerking, her pussy involuntarily tightening around Martin's cock as he felt spasms of his own and shot out several spurts of his seed within her. With that, Shannon winked at me and stroked Mark's balls just right while Martin spread his cheeks to rim his ass. Mark shuddered to shoot his load down Shannon's throat and both of them rose to share a kiss with him, Martin rubbing his semi-hard cock against Mark's flesh while Shannon pressed her soft, slick skin on his as a reminder of just how much more pleasure they could experience together. Both of them danced their tongues together with Mark's and each other's, letting each of them taste a mixture of Mark's cum and sweat, along with Shannon's spit. 

Then Martin reached between Shannon's legs to lick up his own spunk and pass it to both of them, causing Mark to kneel for a taste directly from Shannon's twat itself and Martin to join him in getting her off one more time. When they rose again, they gave Shannon a taste of her own juices along with Martin's cum and we all heard her sigh with delight. 

"Now, that was...spectacular!" I assured the trio, giving Shannon a French kiss to reward her for her exhibition. 

"Some rest for now, but we will definitely pick this up in a bit. There is so much more to be done, I think. You ladies and gents have proven your point, and then some. You have made me one hell of a happy man already, and that's just from what has happened already. Don't worry. I have all kinds of devious plans for the Bottom family under my command, you can be sure of that," I smiled with anticipation, as we all just basked in the afterglow for a good while, resting and lounging naked together. 

Looking at my new harem of sluts, ladies and gentlemen alike, all of us smelling the sweet sweat of the August Dog Day Sun in Georgia and admiring each other's bodies, I quietly drank some more beer and finished my peach cobbler before dozing off from the exertion for a bit. To think, it wasn't even my birthday...yet.