The Bottoms of My Heart

"I can see why, though. The Maquis are easy to understand. Just people defending their homes, sold out by the Federation's damn treaty with the Cardassians. It's easier to tell others to relocate because of paperwork than yourself. The parallels to the Trail of Tears are especially real for me," Erica pointed out.

"Fair point. You're half-Creek, as you've mentioned before. For my country, the Ostpolitik from Willy Brandt was tough at times, as was the whole loss of East Prussia, Pomerania, etc. Mind you, we Germans blew it with Hitler, but still ... that's tough to sell to people who lost homes in Konigsberg or Posen or Danzig to the Russians or Poles. It's abstract to others and you can see their point, but if you're expelled from your home, it's not abstract or a principle. It's your own life and yourself as a refugee," Katarina acknowledged Erica's point while gently touching her left cheek.

"Thank you for getting it. Not everyone does. It kind of annoys me how the Maquis are put in the wrong so much in this series, one of my few issues with it. Then again, things were much more black and white for the Creeks and the other First Nations. Grayer, I suppose, in Eastern Europe and the fictitious Star Trek universe," Erica admitted, "Still, it's personal for me."

The next thing that I knew, Katarina and Erica were kissing each other, full-on, with tongue, as Mrs. Vogel's hands wandered down to Erica's breasts and began fondling her nipples. Before anyone saw it coming, the first encounter of the resumed orgy was happening in earnest, with Katarina Vogel rubbing her clit against Erica's, her buns and hips on full display as she pressed their boobs together, too. I was very glad for the camcorder then. This moment deserved to be preserved forever, as Mrs. Vogel and sweet Erica made out and made love to each other.

It wasn't much longer before I was inside Belle, while making out with Mary as she stood next to us. In short order, I was engaged in fucking both Mary and Belle in turns, while Lowell took on whichever one was not filled by me ... not that he minded. In fact, he obviously enjoyed the back and forth of the swap. It was now about eleven at night, much later than I planned to resume the clusterfuck, but then we had needed the supper and recovery, so that was okay with me ... and the others. We still had all night long to screw each other into ecstasy.

Mary and Belle also made out for their part, as did Lowell and me ... I exchanged spit with Mary, Belle, and Lowell plenty of times, in fact, as they did with each other. Lowell and I fully relished the act, while we watched Candy get plowed by Mark and Martin together ... and Carver was busy slamming into Sally and Shannon as a classic threesome. Carver and Candy added to the intensity by locking lips with each other while fucking others, as if to reinforce that they were still very much a happily married couple.

"You know, this whole fucking family is so in love with you that we'd pretty much spend the rest of our lives in your bed and your arms if that were feasible, Master. Don't get me wrong ... we'd do the others, too, as would you, no doubt, but just saying that if we could pick our Heaven ... it would be an eternity of sex with you, a non-stop orgy on a massive bed in the sky," Belle confessed, not that I was surprised ... that was more or less how I felt, too.

That was what finally had me cumming, this time inside Belle's warm, wet pussy, while Lowell came inside Mary quickly afterward. When he knelt next to suck the cum out of Belle, who in turn began licking it out of Mary, I found it very easy to stay semi-hard at least. I soon found myself hard as ever again, with my cock going into a very horny Allison ... she seemed more than ready for me to knock her up, as she indicated with her stream of profanity that egged me on.

"Oh, fuck ... this is the fucking way to go! Breed me, Master ... knock me the hell up! Please seed me!" Allison urged me as I rammed her sweet, slick pussy harder ... and it wasn't as if I was the first inside her once the orgy resumed, either ... I was getting Billy's sloppy seconds, not that I minded.

Nancy, meanwhile, had Benny, Bubba, Bruce, and Howard all busy fucking her in turns, gang-banging her in tandem with Consuela, who was only too happy to share with Mama. Bobbie fluffed with no signs of embarrassment, either. As for Morty, well, he and Mr. Vogel had Sophie pinned and they showed no indications that they minded Wallace screwing Miranda while Elroy used Michelle.

From the way that Sophie acted, she was bound and determined to have as many possible fathers that were NOT Wallace and Elroy that they would get her point ... next time, they wouldn't barter away the chance to breed her. She might be sub, but she wasn't going to be anyone's bargaining chip, nor would her womb be. She loved her husbands, but they needed to understand that she didn't like being ignored when she had wanted to conceive ... she wanted them to treat her with more consideration than that. She didn't mind sharing them, but being an afterthought was another matter.

As for David, he was quite happily engaged in screwing his mother, while Jonathan used Megan ... and Aaron had another threesome, this time with Jenny and Betty. Becca and Marjorie, for their part, were quite content to join Richard and Nadine on the main bed, the four of them doing things to each other that would shock the writer of the Kama Sutra perhaps. Jan and Marsha were busy with Martin, Jan sitting on her lover's face while Martin used Marsha missionary-style on the sofa.

Devin was now underneath Doug, while she also fucked Tiffany ... and Nellie let the three of them eat her cum-filled pussy and ass out. It was just one more thing that drove Allison past the point of no return and she soon came repeatedly on me, between this wide range of orgiastic fun ... and the fact that I was still hitting it from the back. Her climax, the sight of her gorgeous ass and wonderful brown curls ... and most of all, the way that my sexy vegan friend screamed and cussed while we fucked ... moving her hips like it was going out of style ... it was no wonder that I finally exploded inside her fine twat.

"Oh, damn, Master ... now it's my turn, though," Becca stated, "Mine and Marjorie's ... Don't even try to protest. Allison, trust me ... Richard just came inside me and damn, he's good! Go for it!"

"Don't worry, Master ... we'll get you hard again, just in time for some more fun and games," I heard Becca say, just as she pushed me to the ground and Marjorie joined her in using me for all of my remaining fluids ... or so it felt.

That was about the last thing that I recalled from that night ... the rest was a haze until morning, though the video showed me more than enough.

I woke up the next morning to a bunch of hands caressing my body, kisses on my neck, cock, and balls ... to find that the Bottoms were all around me and the bed that I was on. I wasn't alone on that bed, either. To my right, Megan snuggled up to me, spooning with me, her ass pressed against my cock. To my left, Annie had her arms around my waist. Both were still asleep, oddly enough.

"Good morning, Master," Sally told me with a breathless kiss to my cheek.

"Good morning, my love," I told her in response, shifting to kiss her lips and thus accidentally waking both ladies on the bed with me.

"Oh, hi, there, Master!" Annie spoke behind me.

"Hello, you!" Megan, "I love the feeling of that cock up against my ass, Master!"

"What happened last night? I lost track of things," I admitted a bit there.

"I guess that you must have been in and out of it toward the end. That's what happens when you swallow a few sleeping pills. Turns out that you were drugged, Master. We're still not sure who did it, but judging from the group at hand, whoever it was ... they're one of us. Someone in the Tribe. We're just not sure who or why. We'll find out, though. Don't you worry about that. In the end, though, it turned out great for us. We had you every which way but loose, with apologies to Clint Eastwood and Sondra Locke. You were on fire, Master," Shannon told me to my shock.

"It was me," a voice behind me spoke, "I red-eyed it once I traced the call, snuck in during the orgy, and you didn't know that I was there, you were having such fun. I wanted in on the good times, and I wasn't alone. Well, I can't lose my husband. Sorry, but I just can't. Sally, we can share him. I promise."

"Ginger?" I turned to face my wife.

"Ginger Katherine Bosley-Horowitz. I settled on that name at last. So ... how about it? Share and share alike? Leslie wants to make this a proper poly situation. Her idea. Why bother with a divorce after all? Why not just stay legally married to me, let her wed me while you wed ... Sally, was it? By the way, pleasure to meet you, Sally Bottom. Seems that we'll be sister-wives," Ginger told her with a kiss.

"Leslie Verrazano, by the way. My pleasure. Guess I should have stipulated something. With women, I'm a Top ... even with most guys, I'm a Top. But with you, sir ... I'll gladly bottom. Mind taking us in? I want to move in with you guys. So does Ginger. We're not going back to Jersey. Come on ... we'll do whatever you want! Men, women, any combination of the same," Leslie told me with a kiss of my own, "By the way, we had you last night ... all we needed was just enough time in the middle of the orgy, and there it was. Your yummy cock in my ass at last!"

"Yeah, that was, by far, sir, the best sex in the history of our marriage. Bar none!" Ginger told me, making Sally grin as she watched the exchange.

"Okay, but just remember I'll hold you to your word about the polygamy thing. I still plan to marry Sally and Shannon, after all," I informed her.

"Of course you will ... Shannon, too, eh? Sweet! Three wives, if not more, counting everyone. And we'll have Ginger as a wife in common. I love it!" Leslie promised us with kisses to each of us.

"Hope that you know that I won't interfere in your wedding to George, either. Not even slightly. Remember, legally, I'm married to Adam Horowitz. No one knows that George is Adam. There's no reason that you can't get a license with the name George Jacobson on it. I won't tell a soul. As far as they know, I'm married to Leslie, anyway. As far as anyone here knows, that is. I think that I'll change it eventually to Ginger Verazzano. And, yes, I plan to commit bigamy, too. You'll have as much blackmail on me as I have on you. More, in fact, since strictly speaking, I raped you. Well, I did," Ginger confessed, "But you and I both know that you'd have fucked me, anyway. And Leslie. Oh, and did I mention that I was fertile last night. Care to guess who the Daddy is? Well, actually, none of us know. You weren't the only man to fuck me during that whole thing. It was an orgy, after all."

"Very well, then, but you must from now on do things my way, Ginger. That goes for you, too, Leslie, since you helped her, didn't you?" I confronted them, even as I slid my cock in and out of both Annie and Megan in turns in front of them.

"Hey ... Master, we've already committed ourselves. We're past any escape. As you said, we raped you. Together. We drugged you. It wasn't sleeping pills, either. We're guilty, dear. Sorry, we just couldn't let it go. Couldn't give up on the prospect of reconciling with my man. You might have fucked me and her, but you'd be suspicious. This way, you had your guard down. And your pants. You were in no position to do anything to stop me or her.

"Anyway, we're not stupid or simple. We know what you are. What you're about. Whatever discipline or punishment that you think that we need ... we'll do it. We'll submit to it. For as long as it takes, Master. We just want to join the Tribe," Ginger reassured me with yet more kisses, while the Bottoms all kept kissing the rest of my flesh.

"Yeah, it was wrong ... but yes, I helped her. I'm guilty, but ... please take me in and punish me as you see fit. I know that you have a lot more women ... what's two more?" Leslie told me with yet another kiss.

"Well, I'd say that they know how to sell themselves," Megan laughed, right as I came inside her ... and Annie licked my cum out of her twat ... and then her juices off my cock.

"Sweetheart, you have no idea, but you soon will. You're all kinds of yummy, aren't you, princess?" Leslie told Megan with a kiss that left her drenched, "And you, oh, my!" she added with more tongue for Annie.

"I think that it's safe to say that this day is going to seriously rock, too ... and both ladies are sweet as honey, I assure you of that. Megan originally thought that she was gay, but she's realized since that she likes both sexes. She just had some issues to work through ... still does, I suppose," I explained.

"Now, that Jan girl really is gay, isn't she?" Leslie asked me.

"That she is. Oh, and as for my issues, this Tribe is helping me with more than a few of them. There is just something about waking up in Master's arms. Wow ... that's all I got to say," Megan answered.

"Jan's one tasty lesbian, by the way. I love how she licked my butt last night ... and she even rimmed Leslie, though she wouldn't go down on her dick, of course," Ginger replied, "Her pussy and ass were delicious, too. So were Marsha's. I think that no one noticed because people had come in toward the end out of curiosity. I don't think that you realized it, but we apparently let in some others from the neighborhood. There's probably five or six people that aren't properly in your harem, and you must have fucked at least two or three of them. Your Tribe didn't try to stop them ... no one was in the mood to tell people where to go, or am I wrong?"

"Yeah, we were in a hospitable mood ... and, yeah, we just thought that you were mysterious friends or guests of our neighbors or something. It was pretty wild last night ... I hope that this trend continues, by the way. At this rate, you could knock up half the cul-de-sac, Master," Kelly explained while stroking my cock.

"On that note, I could use a shower. My whole body aches, albeit in a good way. I badly need to piss, too," I commented, while Kelly followed me into the master bathroom.

We walked in on Carver and Moon together, just going town, with Carver fucking Moon from behind over the counter. Moon blew me a kiss and mouthed, "Sun's back," as she took Carver's schlongue harder than before with each stroke.

I let the hot water jets hit Kelly and me while we listened with fascination to Moon's moans and Carver's groans during some steamy sex there. It wasn't long before Kelly and I had each other soaped up, though I also let out my piss, which hit her swarthy legs. In answer, Kelly giggled instead of getting angry ... and she whizzed a bit down her own thighs as well. I soaped her up again, making me snicker in response.

"I kind of enjoyed that, Master. I love that you felt free to pee on me. I also enjoyed your piss as it oozed down my legs. That's why I enjoyed peeing, too, the way that I did. Maybe some time we can fuck with the pee still on us ... like in the shower or something or whatever ... We'd clean up afterward, I'm sure. I just loved how hot it was ... literally burning its way down my thighs and calves. I'm kinky like that, I guess ... brings a whole new meaning to 'golden showers, ' huh? Just so you know, if you wanted to piss on me to mark me as your territory some time ... I'd never object. No matter where we were, I wouldn't protest," Kelly swore to me, her adoration for me obvious, even as I slipped my cock inside her tight ass.

"Oh ... fuck meeeeee!" Kelly added as I plowed her butt from behind in the steamy shower.

"I think that's what I'm doing, baby," I laughed, making her laugh, too, as we fucked so hard under the water.

"You love my ass, don't you, Master ... you fucking love sticking your cock back there ... I know that you do. I can feel how much it turns you on to fuck me hard up the ass. I know that I adore it, too ... I know that you love me and I love you ... that's not what I'm talking about ... I'm specifically talking about how much I enjoy your dick in my butt and you love putting it there. I think that you also enjoy the color of my bottom ... the contrast with all of the other Bottom girls' ... bottoms. You love the olive skin, don't you?" Kelly teased me as I finally erupted, sending a flood of cum deep into her booty.

"Guilty as charged, baby girl. I just plain love that dusky skin, even though I also love other colors and shades. It's just how I am," I said as I washed off my dick really fast and we slipped out of the shower to dry off.

Kelly and I dried each other off with our towels just as Carver finished up inside Moon and both decided to head straight for the kitchen.

"Candy's cooking breakfast, guys. Don't want to miss that," Carver said with a wink matched by Moon's, "Omelets and proper Georgia grits with gravy."

As we left the bathroom, I was virtually thrust into a gauntlet of kissing lovers of both sexes, all of whom fondled and groped me ... and Kelly, as we headed down to the kitchen and dining room. Along the way, I couldn't help note that a couple of women that I had only seen looking out their windows before were now fondling me in a very familiar, even intimate, manner. They weren't bad-looking, either, one being about forty and the other, perhaps her sister, appearing to be a good fifteen years younger. Both had wedding bands on, too, but I wasn't worried about that ... their marriages were theirs to resolve. I was done trying to play marriage counselor for this week.

The next shock came when we reached the living room and one of the other neighbor women rose from her kneeling position to greet me with a sloppy French kiss ... before returning to suck Mark's dick. She also had on a wedding band ... was I a fucking magnet for other men's wives now? Then again ... who cared? I tried to be a just and righteous man, but honestly the only cure for cheating was sharing. Monogamy and jealousy, while everyone's right to practice if they must, were really not the natural order of things and they only made the problem of cheating last longer instead of dying out. If the husbands minded, they could always join us, too ... plenty of room for more guys in the Tribe (or gals, in case they were cheating on lesbian lovers).

"What did you think of Molly, Master? She's a tasty one, that gal. A neighbor of ours, in case you didn't realize," Candy said as she turned around, wearing nothing but her apron as she cooked breakfast for us all ... her ass was on full display, of course.

"Did I ... and she ... fuck last night?" I asked Candy outright.

"Honey, I think that you fucked 'em all last night. To be honest, I think that the only reason that you didn't fuck Jan in spite of your decree was that she was shrewd enough to give you some distance while you were obviously drugged ... Yeah, it became clear after a while. Strange drug. Whatever it was, it heightened your sex drive while lowering what few inhibitions you had left ... and those weren't many. Thank God, really! It was impressive, babe. You got more action than Wilt Chamberlain last night, sugar.

"But, yeah, you fucked three married women, in case you wondered. They all brought the husbands along for the fun ... well, all but one. He was high on meth, so he followed her, anyway, only to have Carver knock out two of his remaining teeth. Hope you don't mind taking her in. I don't think that she wants to come back to Meth Head Mike. That's what I call Molly's loser of a husband. Can you blame her? I think that she'll be happy to make her case again this morning over this breakfast banquet, if you wish. I really think that you should claim her for your own ... for ours, really, if you don't mind my saying that," Candy informed me with a deep kiss, "See? We all belong together ... to each other, right? That's why I don't mind this ... This ain't slavery. This is family."