Marie had never been so nervous, so terrified and excited all at the same time. All day her mother and older sisters had primped, pampered and treated Marie like a queen, or as if she were a bride being prepared for her wedding day. In a way, she was. For this was the night of her eighteenth birthday, the night she would be presented to her family and the community as a woman. This was a celebration not just of womanhood, but also of the unique lifestyle of this small, isolated mountain village in the wilderness.
Jack Crest was a visionary who created the idea of a perfect, idyllic community free to express their love of nature and of one another in privacy, called Creston. You see, Jack believed that there was no greater pleasure on God's green earth than that of love making, especially if the act of love was between any consenting party, even (and perhaps especially) between that of one's own family. Jack was first initiated into the natural rites of love as a young man by his mother, but his life's deepest connection has always been maintained by his sister, Sarah. When Sarah became pregnant with their first child, Jack decided that this growing and taboo family needed a place to thrive away from critical eyes and the law. He was joined there by several members of his family, including his mother, his three brothers and two more sisters. Nearly thirty years later, on the eve of Marie's age of majority, the community is thriving, especially after having been joined by a few unrelated families with similar values.
But it was not enough just to enjoy having sex with relatives in Creston. Jack Crest, lovingly referred to as daddy, or father Jack, firmly believed that God's purpose for man and woman was to procreate as much as possible, to have as much sex and as many babies as possible in order to achieve grace. By having many children, even of different fathers, a woman could assure her place in heaven. For a man, fathering as many children as possible and making sure that some of these unions were with mothers, daughters and nieces was the object. The bedding of a virgin (of either sex) on their 18th birthday was always and even participated in by the entire community. Traditionally, a girl would lose her virginity to her father, whose job it was to place his daughter in a marriage. He could either declare her wed to any of-age member of the community, or choose to wed her himself. Once wed, the couple was encouraged to have as many children together as possible, though anyone could stray to other partners without social repercussions as long as monogamy was not decided upon when first married by husband and wife.
This was always a fantastic, over the top celebration when father jack's own progeny came of age. Marie was father jack's seventh daughter by his first wife and sister Sarah. Sarah, her enormous belly protruding from her loose gown, was eight months pregnant with her twentieth pregnancy in as many years. As was often the case, Sarah carried twins. Theirs was a particularly fertile family line. Marie's sister Tanya was six months pregnant with her first child, presumably fathered by her twin brother/husband Tuck. Both women were round, dark and lovely, dressed in rich silk robes that flattered their pregnant bellies and shined against their glowing skin. They carefully brushed and styled Marie's hair and did her makeup so she would look her best for daddy. In her own red silk robe she was radiant, a picture of perfect fecundity with her wide hips, slender waste and large, yet pert breasts. Everyone was hopeful that daddy would take Marie for another wife, as she was beautiful and would only be more so filled with his divinely inspired seed.
Finally, The door opened to reveal grandmother Celia, father jack's mother and the matriarch of the entire clan. fifty years old, Celia was pregnant again with another of his children, one of her last. It was traditional for Celia to take the girl down to what was known as the 'family room'. The family room was a huge space in father jack's basement, a holy place where their special divine rights were practiced. Most of the floor was covered in mattresses, couches and body pillows, scattered with low tables here and there for holding smoking paraphenelia, sex toys, lube and whatever else someone might need in the moment. In the center of the room was a raised dais with a king size bed, dressed richly in red satin. This was where Marie would lose her virginity and become a woman. Already, the whole town was gathered the couches and pillows. Some were naked, most wore an assemblage of erotic clothing or gear. Father jacks parties were famously no-holds-barred.
Marie shook with nerves as she took Celia's hand and walked her to the dais. She sat Marie down, kneeled at her feet, and reached for a pipe on another low table beside them. Marijuana is sacred to the people of Creston, who believe that the lust-inspiring properties of the drug are a gift from God. Celia lit the bowl and pulled deep. She finally stopped and moved to kiss Marie. Celia then breathed the intoxicating smoke into Marie's mouth, shotgunning her, and then kissing her slowly for real as tendrils of smoke drifted around them. Marie could see members of the audience begin to masturbate and touch one another before celia's own fingers drifted downward to remove Marie's robe and push her back on the bed. Marie heard everyone whoop with delight as Celia moved between Marie's virgin thighs, parting her tender lips and caressing her. The heady sensation of the weed began to take over Marie's body, making her feel tingly and aroused. After teasing with her fingers, Celia lowered her beautiful graying head and licked at her granddaughter's wet slit, lapping up her virgin juices. Marie moaned low in her throat, occasionally stopping her breath as a sensation became too intense and convulsing when she let it out. Then, with a shock, Celia thrust two fingers deep inside Marie's virgin pussy, stopping just before her hymen. Marie went wild, thrusting her hips against her slurping grandmother, who was still tonguing her clit.
Finally Celia got up, licking the fingers that had just been inside of Marie. Marie lay dazed in recovery, a trickle of her own cum mixed with Celia's spit running down her thigh. Marie realized that Celia was still standing on the dais, now facing the tall, impossibly muscled figure of father jack. Celia kissed father jack, pushing some of Marie's come into his mouth to taste. father jack, or daddy, drank it eagerly. He stood and looked at Marie's post-orgasmic body with real lust in his eyes and in his rock hard cock. At least thirteen inches long, daddy's cock filled Marie with horror and fascination. It was beautiful, with a graceful arch that reached toward his body and large veins covering the smooth surface. The head was engorged and purple, already weeping a drop of pre-cum onto the satin sheets as he watched her and slowly stroked himself.
