Chapter 1

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/ft, Ma/ft, mt/Fa, Fa/Fa, ft/ft, Fa/ft, Ma/Ma, Ma/mt, mt/mt, Mult, Teenagers, Consensual, Romantic, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Rape, Coercion, Blackmail, Gay, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, TransGender, CrossDressing, Cheating, Slut Wife, Wimp Husband, Cuckold, Wife Watching, Revenge, Incest, Mother, Son, Brother, Sister, Father, Daughter, Cousins, Uncle, Niece, Aunt, Nephew, InLaws, BDSM, DomSub, MaleDom, FemaleDom, Spanking, Rough, Light Bond, Humiliation, Sadistic, Swinging, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Orgy, Harem, Polygamy/Polyamory, Interracial, White Couple, Black Couple, Black Female, Black Male, White Male, White Female, Oriental Female, Hispanic Male, Hispanic Female, Indian Female, First, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Fisting, Sex Toys, Squirting, Lactation, Water Sports, Pregnancy, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Double Penetration, Tit-Fucking, Analingus, Size, BBW, Leg Fetish, Teacher/Student, Babysitter, Small Breasts, Big Breasts, Clergy, Public Sex, Violent, Workplace, Nudism, Porn Theatre, Politics, .

Desc: BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A Yankee from Jersey moves to Georgia after leaving his frigid wife and meets a submissive Southern family with the intriguing name of Bottom and a long family tradition of serving outsiders. The women are sweet Georgia Peaches and the men are, well...pretty boys who bring out the latent bisexuality in this emerging Dom.

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.

"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.

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