- Lady, since it happened ... can I come here? - without stopping to move in the vagina, he inserted her finger into the anus and moved there.

“You can ...” Alma gasped out, again feeling the approaching peak of pleasure and preparing to receive a fat organ in the ass.

Her expectations were not deceived. A member of Marco was thicker than all the previous ones and with difficulty got into the anus, stretching his limit. Marco, realizing this, tried to move smoothly, for which Alma was grateful to him. Slowly penetrating into the ass member forced her to stand still, and in the end, taking up all the available space inside, lightly, with pleasure, exhale. Marco did not hurry, even when Alma had finished, he still thoroughly several times pushed the member into the anus and finally got rid of the curse, ejaculating into the rectum.

The men again stood in front of Alma, who had not become dressed, flushed, with sperm flowing in the legs. They looked pleased. Still would. - she thought - Fucked as they wanted, and a woman who, under normal circumstances, would not have let them close.

- Well, feel better?

- Yes ... Yes ... - rang out in discord. - Of course...

- Then you can go. Yes, and also - if I find out that you have been telling someone ... even if I'm drunk, even by a hint ... Well, you understand. Go.

On the threshold, he looked back, glaring finally at the naked woman. Alma caught this look, thinking - But he certainly wanted to fuck me and without any witchcraft. And will continue to want. Or maybe ...? No, not worth it. And anyway, I'm acting too freely. It is necessary to finish with this.

Zak opened his eyes, squinted at the sun beating through the window, and stretched sweetly. Well still wake up in normal conditions. And do not go anywhere. He got up slowly, got dressed and wondered what to do with himself? His thoughts were interrupted by Alma. As it turned out, she had already decided everything:

- Get ready. It is necessary to pay a courtesy visit to the local governor, Comte de Frey. Don't be scared, it's not for long. But since he already knows about our presence in the city, it will be impolite to ignore him.

We went all together, including Elleriel, who generally didn’t need to be polite. However, she did not want to be alone, and it was interesting to see how the count lives. The count lived, as it should, in the ancestral castle. However, since the castle was located in the center of the city and long ago lost its military significance, only walls remained. Inside were normal, relatively recently constructed buildings, of course, designed with a scale corresponding to the title of the owner. The count met them in the hall, accompanying them into the living room. He turned out to be a short man, about fifty years old, a man, who nevertheless at first glance produced the impression of the owner of everything and everyone. His wife was a match for him, a well-groomed woman was a cut above his head, a little younger, with a cold official face and stubbornly clenched lips. Zak still thought - it is not known who is in charge of this family. Their son, the young Comte de Frey, was also represented. But he soon disappeared, having only exchanged with the guests just a couple of obligatory phrases.

The conversation, in Zak's opinion, turned out to be rather cold. First of all, because of the Countess, who showed no emotions during all this time. The Count, on the other hand, exuded lively curiosity, asking about their journey and being especially interested in the cursed lands.

- Do you know what? - He said at last, when it was time to politely say goodbye and bow out. - Come to us tonight! We will have a monthly reception, turning into a masquerade. You will like it, I assure!

- Masquerade? - Alma quirked an eyebrow. - But this is ...

- Oh, do not be scared, nothing special! Just sometimes you want to talk incognito with long-familiar people.

“But we need masks ... costumes ... We don’t have ...” Laurie was confused.

- Nothing wrong! We will pick up the masks, and the costumes too. In this case, it is customary for us to dress everyone in the same dress. Otherwise, it is too easy to recognize friends by clothes, and generally it is more convenient ...

The count so ardently persuaded that he had to promise to be sure, although Alma, in her appearance, was not eager to participate in this.

It is not clear why, but on her return she decided to ask the opinion of the others, although she could not do this:

- Does anybody want?

- I would go. - confessed Lori. - Interesting. I have never been to such events.

- I, too. - Zach joined.

- And what do you think? - Alma looked at Ellie.

- I would go. What's the big deal?

- Clear. Well, consider you persuaded me. Go get ready.

A lot of guests gathered at the count. Zak estimated that no less than fifty people. For such a town on the outskirts a very decent amount, especially considering the fact that only the upper part of the local high society was invited, so to speak. Not a single person is a noble rank, and they, apparently, were carefully selected. In short, the chosen society. The power heads of families, their spouses, daughters and sons ... Zach was tired of bowing. Wine and snacks were also on the level. All wandered around the hall, in which someone for some reason arranged in large numbers soft couches, ottomans, low tables and, like old friends, were talking to each other, discussing something, laughing ...

Gradually people became less. Where are they going? - Zach turned his head. Someone touched him by the elbow.

- Come on, young man. - called the count. - Soon masquerade, you have to change clothes.

Zack glanced at Alma, but the Countess had already taken her along with Laurie and Ellie.

- Here. - Earl gave Zak a black mask covering his eyes and nose. - And so. - in front of him appeared simple white pants and vest. - Put it on. Just take your everything off. You should have only that.

- Why?

- You see, Zach, we have a small remote city, there is no special entertainment. But out of boredom, the advertisers thrive, with all the ensuing consequences in the form of scandals, duels and the like. Once we, my friends and I, got together and decided - if it still works out like that, why not let me do it once a month officially? So a masquerade appeared. We get together, put on masks and anyone can fuck with anyone while being incognito.

“But ...” Zack was surprised. - What is it incognito? And the voice, facial features, not hidden mask, jewelry, hair finally?

- You are right, Zach, of course, if you want, you can find out who is who. But here it is important how it looks, and not as it really is. In addition, sometimes it is really difficult to guess who your member is in. And most importantly, everyone, without losing face, can pretend that he did not see that his wife is fucked by his best friend. And in turn, too, can easily be entertained with anyone. I will tell you in secret - the graph bent down to Zak - That each time, to reinforce the intrigue, I let out into the hall five or six disguised servants of both sexes. So, no one has ever suspected anything, although the servants have fun from the heart!

The count drew back and laughed.

- Represent? No one! Although it would seem everyone knows each other for a long time!

Zack stripped naked, pulled on a waistcoat and pants. The waistcoat had only one hook in front, the pants were exactly the same. Moreover, they had a long incision from the groin to the waist, imperceptible for the time being only due to the overlapping edges of the fabric.

- In-from. - his count, who also changed clothes, looked at him with satisfaction. - Now put on a mask and let's go. Yes, I almost forgot - the mask is inviolable. You can take everything off a woman, but you can't touch the mask.

In the hall there are almost no people in ordinary clothes. But there were a lot of people dressed up. The number of men now significantly exceeded the number of women. Probably - Zack thought - many ... Read more →