Author Notes:
Ok so first thing's first. This is not my usual story. I don't usually write multi-part stories but this one inspired me. I don't think it's long winded, however it will definitely have multiple chapters to it. If you tend not to like those sort of stories than this prolly won't be as enjoyable for you.
Secondly, I deliberately wrote this first part with enough vagueness that you can just about make up any setting you want, let your imagination run wild, fill in the blanks, take guesses, I don't care but I'll not listen to any complaints about that one thing. You want it to be a college party, go for it, is it a community or maybe even a halloween event for the like minded? Have at it. Is it a secret society of perverts? Be my guest, A lot of the currently missing backgrounding will be in subsequent chapters. I'll try to post them every 1-3 months in as much as I have time for them.
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Incest Anonymous
It was a crisp summers night outside along the American east coast. The wind was warm but still cooling, and the night air itself was hot enough that keeping the blankets or even pyjamas on yourself while in bed was considered doing things the hard way. Stars were out and the sand between the two story home and the surf was delicately soft and slightly cool to the touch under the midnight air, with no moon to cast its reflected light up on possible onlookers.
In the two story home itself, a party carried on and showed little sign of slowing down or stopping any time soon. The gardens and front lawn were littered with scantily clad party guests dressed in bikini's, bathing suits and without any exceptions, all had full or partial face masks on, none walked around without. The age range was vast but not universal. Eighteen was the lower limit and the upper limit only meant you had to be able to walk, talk and drink without serious risk to life and limb so people from every walks of life partook of the event. Maybe one hundred guests, possibly more and the house could comfortably support them all on its own, even without the garden. Two stories tall with six bedrooms scattered in the house somewhere between the attic and the basement and people were still showing up to join in, most only to be turned away by the bouncers. Eight lucky devils that got paid to watch a night of fun pleasantry and utter, depraved debauchery. It was a rather big party but relatively quiet and respectful of local neighbours... at least in comparison to other late night parties. You could say its like a controlled fire. Hot, wild but isn't anywhere or anything the hosts don't want it to be.
The host made some house rules very clear from the get go. Absolutely no vaginal and/or penetration sex. That meant no dick in pussy, but fingers and tongues were still fair game. More of a challenge than a rule but enforced by the bouncers all the same. Bedrooms and closed doors are absolutely off limits. Eight couples that couldn't control themselves had already been shown the way out and, or course, no sex outside of the house until after midnight out of modest respect for the people and the very few kids that may have resided in the neighbourhood. The hosts were very professional about the whole thing but didn't charge guests to come. They merely sent a few targeted fliers around the city and worded it in such a way that only the invitees and mentally mature enough would figure out exactly what kind of party it was.
At about eleven thirty is when George showed up. He chose a squinty eyed mask that limited his vision just a little bit and covered all of his face except for his lips. The nose of the mask bulged outward. It had a black background with different shades above and below the eye line. George thought it looked mysterious and cool. His blue eyes barely showed through it and his brown hair was highlighted by the darkness of the masks top half while his square, chiselled jawline was accentuated by the masks slightly lighter half.
For a little while he felt out of place in his knee length swimming trunks with the rest of his thirty eight year old body on full display. He by no means had anything to be embarrassed about with his well toned and tanned, fleshy arms and fleshy legs. He sported a four pack and a humble pair of pecks. 'At least he didn't have moobs', was his passing thought as he caught the glimps of a dangly pair off of two large but jolly men while he sipped his ice topped, cold beer.
He couldn't help but notice the strong taste of delicious green apple mixed in with the fizz hitting his palate. It was enough to almost offset the tender bitterness that followed. He revelled in his great choice to come here as the numbing taste of the alcohol itself just seemed to effortlessly slip down his throat while he swallowed.
Soon, with each successive gulp, he felt the slight buzz of the alcohol mixing with his blood and started to relax into the party. His doubts about coming here, slowly left his mind and the more they did, the more appealing the party guests looked.
By about eleven fifty five George was eyeing every pair of legs that walked within a three foot radius of himself but the very slight doubt that was left held him back from doing anything more than staring.
