Chapter 22

“And then there’s me, but I don’t believe in such stupid taboos, anyway. And you have some dirt on me as well, don’t you, at least by the same idiotic moral code that so many give at least lip service. I don’t personally give a fuck. So, be that as it may, perhaps we should kiss ... and make up, eh?” Marsha told Howard and Kristin with a wink.

“Or maybe I can run and tell the press when I get back from this nice little break. I do have a shop to run,” Nancy said breathlessly as my balls slapped against her flesh while we fucked a few more strokes ... her climax hitting her yet again before I unloaded in her ass.

“Yeah, I suppose that you can’t do this all day, except your days off,” I smiled as I wiped my dick clean, “Nice to know where you can go to unwind, though, isn’t it?”

“True, but now we’re in the same big raza, so perhaps we can all cover for each other now and then. Pool our time, money, and other resources, right? The Tribe, right? Sure you want to opt out, boys and girls?” Nancy snickered while getting dressed, my cum still leaking down her thighs, “Don’t worry. I love to work smelling of sex ... and to have men’s cum on my skin as I do it.”

“I can’t speak for them, but I know that I’d love to opt in myself,” a busty, blonde MILF said as Martin came inside her and she bent over to offer me the same hole, “Katarina Vogel, at your service ... Master. That handsome man over there, getting it on with your sweet Candy ... that’s Armin Vogel, my husband. We’re originally from Berlin, East Berlin, actually, but haven’t lived there for many years. This is thankfully a long way from the old DDR. I bet that Martin never told you that we’re German, but we are.

“There is something else that you should know. We present ourselves in public as husband and wife, but we’re actually father and daughter. Shhh ... don’t tell a soul, will you? We’ve lived as a couple for many years, though ... and yes, we’ve fucked more times than I can count. Why do you think that we’re so hip with the Bottom family traditions? Dad only got jealous for a time and then he got over it when Mrs. Ellis made it up to him.”

“That she did, dear daughter ... in style,” Armin admitted as he plundered Candy’s delicious derriere.

While Nancy returned to work, I, of course, kept at fucking Katarina, much to her delight, even as Howard began screwing Marsha ... and Kristin seized the chance to taste Jan’s twat at last. The bull dyke more than relished being eaten out by a puritanical Bible thumper, of course, a Southern Baptist, no less. It seemed that Kristin had even secrets than I thought.

“I’m game for the whole Tribe thing for sure,” another voice spoke behind us.

I looked and saw Betty, who was not alone. Benny and Jenny were with her, too. They all had rather playful, impish looks on their faces as they looked at Howard and his latest partners. Benny licked lips without thinking of it, as Betty knelt to begin sucking him for a change ... the first time that she had done other than during her periods. Jenny, for her own self, started riding Lowell for the sheer hell of it now, while as she swapped spit with her husband ... and pointed to her tits.

“I’d say that these are now everyone’s tits to suck. Wouldn’t you agree? So are Betty’s, I think. On the other hand, I don’t think that you’ll lack nipples in your mouth ... and mouths on your cock, either. Time to face facts. We’ve been inching, step by step, away from monogamy. Might as well make a clean break of it, dear. Oh, and I’ve invited Bruce and Bubba over to join us. How about it, sweet hubby? Ready to add our family to the Tribe, your wife, sister, and yourself to the train? Betty, please, be a dear and offer him your pussy already! Shall we dance?” Jenny urged her husband and his sister on to this wilder, free path of polyamory and incest, even as she welcomed Lowell’s prick inside her.

Benny grinned a bit, shrugged, and kept fucking his own sister in front of us all, while Mark shoved his cock down her throat. That was all the answer we needed, even as I continued to pound Katarina ... as Carver reamed Kristin from behind ... while she kept eating Jan out. I could see in Jan’s eyes that she was very tempted at times to go ahead and join the Tribe, even if it meant being fucked by men, just to get an easy supply of women ... Tempted, but just how tempted?

I could also that Evan and Ernesto had their own moments of wishing that they could tolerate sex with women enough to join the family ... was there any way for everyone to win? If there was, surely it would be best, I contemplated, even as I watched Aaron now probe Becca’s cute slit ... and David use Consuela, while Jonathan let Miranda peg him.

“About this Tribe of yours ... I’m up for it, too,” a voice behind me said as I kept fucking Katarina.

The woman in question started fondling my cheeks while speaking a soft, Southern accent. When she began fingering my asshole, I didn’t resist at all ... I just let this local woman have her fun. She also took to biting my neck a little as she felt like it.

“I watched your fine, naked body last Saturday as you walked across the street. I’ve often envied the Bottoms their lifestyle, and now that Henry has left me for prison, why shouldn’t I join them, especially given how sexy you are? I’m Moon Saunders. Yes, that’s my actual name. Blame my parents, but especially my hippie mother. She wanted a name that would stick out among the Ellie Maes and Wanda Janes. Well, it definitely did. I’m one of your neighbors, and unlike some of the others, I’m brave enough to approach you at last.

“You should meet my sister, who’s coming back into town. She is, and I shit you not, Sun Saunders. Long story on that. We’re twins, by the way. Identical twins. She was going to live with me, but why shouldn’t we just all live with you? I dig older guys and they dig me. Henry was twice my age, but he eventually tired of me and started going to Thailand. One day, he was arrested over there and they’ve never let him back out. Something to do with sex tourism or whatever. Selling ecstasy didn’t help, either. He’s rotting in some cell in Bangkok and good riddance to him! I bet that you’re much nicer ... and better in bed.

“I get the bulk of his money while he’s gone, divorce or not, and it’s a good deal of cash, I promise you. I hope that he gets plenty of sex in prison, too. Might do him some good to learn what it’s liked to be beaten and raped. Just don’t forget to fuck me when you get the chance. Sun, too. She’ll want it badly by now. Her divorce was a mess for her, much unlike mine,” Moon told me, running her tongue slowly down to the crack of my ass as she spoke ... before she starting rimming me with a vengeance (she even bit my buns lightly a couple of times, grazing them with her teeth). I later learned that Sun had the same talents sexually, but that her devout Mormon husband just couldn’t take her wanton ways ... she was dumped for a more proper LDS wife who could spend eternity with him.