'God… God…' Owen grunted, jamming his penis far into the tightly clasping rectum of his daughter. 'I'm… I'm coming… coming…'
'Uh… uh… me toooo!' Marge pulled her lips away from the hairy feast to scream. Her crotch bucked up against the devouring mouth of her daughter, grinding in circular motions of such wild lust, Debbie had trouble keeping her lips glued to the pulsating lips.
'Come, then!' she panted, struggling to achieve her own orgasm that boiled someplace deep in her lower belly. Her sweet buttocks were a blur of motion as she gyrated them obscenely, the penis rammed into her rectum, the dipping tongue far into her vaginal canal, created such a storm of pleasure she was certain her life was no more if she did not come off. 'Come… up my asshole, Daddy! Come in my mouth, Mother!'
Debbie's desires became real as the scalding sperm from her father's penis shot like rapid-fire globs into her rectum. And with the first splash of his juices, her mouth became flooded with the delicious taste of her mother's boiling secretions. The double orgasm triggered her body into the most intense, body shaking climax Debbie had ever experienced. She went into convulsions as the storm whipped her young body into unbelievable contortions. Time and again she let loose a copious flood of liquid that cascaded down over her mother's sucking mouth and cheeks, dripping over her face and, getting in the almost gray hair. She hammered her crotch painfully into Marge's continuously sucking mouth as she shuddered to a finish.
'Ooooohhh…' she moaned in total exhaustion, slumping nakedly across her mother's heaving body, her cheeks resting on the softly haired mound. She was aware of her father pulling his deflated penis from her now sore anus, and she rolled tiredly from her mother to lay on her back, sprawled in obscene gratification. Her eyes were closed, but her wet lips smiled happily.
All through the night, mother, father and daughter assaulted one another, bringing climax after climax until they could no longer move, and slept where they fell — the living room floor.
Slight remorse was evident on mother and father the next morning, but Debbie showed no indications of guilt. She was too happy about what had happened. She explained to her parents that she had desired copulation with her father for years, but never had the nerve to attempt a seduction of him. She had been surprised to find them at a swinging party — an orgy, to be exact — but she was very happy the way things turned out. Marge, after her slight guilt was gone, told her daughter about the many parties she and Owen attended, the activities they participated in. She also mentioned her happiness that Debbie was bisexual also, along with being an extremely passionate girl.
'This way,' Marge said. 'When we get hot and Owen isn't around… you and I can have a little pussy eating time together, dear.'
'Yummy!' Debbie exclaimed. 'That was my first time, Mother, but it certainly won't be my last! It isn't as good as sucking a big prick, but it will do until one comes along.'
The following week, it was decided to take Debbie along with them to a party. It was going to be a small party — five or six men and women — but Debbie didn't care about the number of participants. Her concern was getting enough… and Marge and Owen assured her she would. If not, they said, then they would provide her with all she desired later.
At the party, Debbie was introduced as their daughter. Amazement showed on faces as they stared at the lovely girl, then excitement at an incestuous family joining them brought forth a ripple of conversation.
'Fuck his own daughter?'
'God… really turns you on, doesn't it?'
'I wonder if she eats pussy? Fucks in the ass?'
The Caldwells listened to the buzz of conversation, smiling, then Owen held up his hands. 'Listen… all of you! My daughter will do all of those things — and gladly. Just give her a chance to get naked and you'll see.'
Debbie began stripping quickly. She was eager to get involved with new men and women, and by the time she was totally naked, her hips were jerking in copulatory motions. Loud sighs expressed appreciation of her beauty, and the men and women suddenly started tearing at their clothing. It did not matter to Debbie that the couples were all in their forties and fifties. She stood in the center of the room, gazing out at the group as they became naked, caressing her own breasts in growing anticipation. A man reached out for her and fondled her vagina momentarily, then a woman. Every person in the room had to touch her smooth body as if making sure she was real. Debbie glowed under the thrill of being the center of attraction. She spread her legs and stood there, allowing any and all to caress what ever portion of her naked skin they desired. A woman behind her spread her firm buttocks and peered between them, her finger brushing across the pink-brown anus: Debbie felt a quick darting of a tongue as the woman licked into the quivering rectal door.
As if in silent agreement, the group of naked people decided to give Debbie the works — a sort of initiation. She was lifted and carried to a dining room table and placed on her back. She lay there, arms at her sides, smiling up at the hungry faces that surrounded her. She saw her parents standing off to one side, fondling each other's genitals as they observed their daughter being prepared for sexual sacrifice. Goose pimples raced up and down her naked flesh as she waited, holding her breath with anticipation of what was about to happen to her.
A man leaned over and sucked in one of her breasts, chewing at the erect nipple. Her other swelling mound came under the oral attentions of a woman. Someone was spreading the cheeks of her bottom, and she felt the swollen organ of some unknown man pressuring against her tightly constricted rectum. Relaxing the sphincter, she felt the delicious warmth spread over her as the man penetrated deeply into her bowels. Her legs spread wide, wrapping around his hips as he began pumping in and out. Debbie automatically returned his movements with her own, smooth muscles rippling across her fiat stomach. A woman leaned over and began licking and sucking at her extended clitoris peeking from the soft mat of pubic hair and pink folds of vaginal flesh. Her nerves began to tingle from the multiple attentions she was receiving as she writhed in delight on the table.
She felt nothing more could happen to bring such intense pleasure, but a man leaned over her rippling belly and began tracing his tongue over every inch, every pore, of her skin. A woman leaned over her face and Debbie eagerly accepted the tongue that dived into her mouth. Her hands, clenching into the table cloth, began seeking something better to hang onto. Her right hand brushed across a swaying penis, and she immediately gripped it in her fist, working back and forth. Her left, reaching for another male organ, contacted the furry bush of a woman's vagina. Uncaring whether it was male or female genitals, Debbie stabbed two fingers into the pulsating orifice and began to pump in and out. She felt more alive than at any time in her life at this moment. Saliva was smeared over her breasts as the man and woman sucked and licked at the bursting flesh of her mounds. Sharp teeth nipped painfully at her erect nipples, but Debbie did not mind — indeed, she thrilled to the electric jolts of pain that shot through her naked, writhing body. The tongue on her stomach was tracing a moist line about her indented navel, tapping in and out with a wet rhythm. Her tiny, palpitating clitoris was silently screaming into the mouth of the woman who nibbled and sucked and licked at it. Her rectum was afire with sensation as she buffeted her buttocks up and down, clamping her cheeks around the stiff rod as it pumped time and again into her. She beat back and forth on the throbbing penis in her right hand, the fingers of her left digging furiously into the willing vagina of some woman. She sucked and chewed on the tongue that was striving to enter her very throat. Moans of demented sexuality erupted from her mouth as the sensations of lust flowed warmly over her. Her mind exploded and she was unable to think of anything but the numerous things that were happening to her — to her mind and body. Debbie was coming off — climaxing with small spasms that seemed to be in every fiber of her being. She felt as if her very toes and fingers were in the throes of a tremendous climax as she groaned and tossed her body about. No sooner would one orgasm recede into nothing, than another would suddenly build and explode into heavenly seas of passion. She became a tide of orgasms, like the waves of the ocean. The climax would roll up into a huge swell, rushing toward the sandy beach, then break over the shore in a warm, foaming spray. Then the orgasm would recede back out to the sea, only to return seconds later with a more powerful force. Blackness rolled over her like a misty fog at first, then she screamed out as the unconsciousness overtook her convulsing body.
Debbie was out of the party for the rest of the night. Although she was a very sensual girl, thrilling to sexual activity in any form, the invasion of her young body was too much for her. She was overwhelmed with what had happened to her, so she was carried to a bedroom and placed on the bed, where she remained in exhausted slumber until her parents woke her.
Marge and Owen felt their daughter had been put through too much of a strain that particular night and decided it — would not happen again. Debbie argued, saying she loved it — every minute of it — but her parents were obstinate in their desire to protect her from lustful excesses. They took her to other parties with them, but would not allow her to become the focal point of a mass sexual connection.
