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Halloween Masque

We were laying there surrounded by a mess of sheets that only a complete rebuild of the bed would fix. At the moment we were curled in each others arms admiring the sweaty looks of complete satiation but the lethargy of that same satiation was lurking. I was looking forward to napping with her cuddled into my shoulder but she wanted to talk. Well I can do that too.

Hmmm. That was nice she hummed into my chest. Her fingers were running through my hair and she d poured her body into a shape that fitted nicely with my crude form. Do you suppose we can do that again this evening?

I ll have to check my appointment book I mumbled sleepily. But baring any meetings with world leaders or captains of industry I think I can work you in.

Tease. Don t think that I couldn t talk you into it any time anywhere.

Yes dear was my noncommittal answer.

You had better be paying attention she reproved me with a cliche because there will be a test on this.

I opened one eye and tried to assume a more energetic pose. Okay I m awake now.

Good. We ve been invited to a party.

Now I opened both eyes and unintentionally let a little annoyance creep into my voice. You know I don t care much for parties.

Oh you ll like this party she continued. It s a Halloween party and it s given by a friend of mine every year.

Like a costume party? I asked becoming somewhat interested.

Actually it s a Masquerade. She calls it the Masque de Corpus. She grinned evilly. The masquerade of the flesh.

I know a little bit of the various languages based in latin and realized that she d given this a trifle loose translation. How appropriate for a Halloween party. Do all the guests arrive wearing toe tags?

What an interesting notion! she exclaimed thoughtfully. But no that wouldn t work well. The whole idea of a masquerade is to wear a mask. And this party is all a game with rules.

Oh? I suppose that s fair. What good is a game without rules for me to break?

On hearing this she grabbed a rogue hair from my chest and pulled it out. Do you want to know about this or not?

Ouch! Hey don t do that. Or at least pick the grey ones. I was intentionally egging her on knowing what it would probably lead to. This time she grabbed a handful and tugged ominously. Okay okay! Tell me about the masquerade the game and the rules. Please?

Now I m not sure you re interested. Oh well. I ll tell you anyway. Thankfully she released her hold on my hair and cuddled back into a comfortable position. The rules are simple. Because this is Halloween your costume and mask have to be scary. No clowns or magic princesses or politicians.

I don t know I interrupted Clowns and politicians scare me.

Well now that you mention it they scare me too she admitted. But they aren t very Halloweeny. Use your imagination. Then your costume has to have a mask that you can take off at midnight.

Why at midnight?

Because that s the game! she said brightly. That s the last rule: you have to arrive in costume and alone and you can t know what your partner is wearing. Then the trick is to mingle around and try to find your partner. Then at midnight you both take off your masks and see how good you were at figuring it out.

But what if I end up with someone else at midnight? I had to ask. That could be awkward.

Oh I wouldn t mind. It happens all the time. I know most of the people who will be there and the odds are you ll end up with somebody interesting. I ve been to this party four times now. She looked at me almost pleadingly. I really want to go. My last boyfriend was an old-stick-in-the-mud and wouldn t go with me.

I had a suspicion that there was more to this party than she was letting on but in the six months we had been dating I had found her totally open and fun to be around. If she had been to this before then there could be no surprises for her and because of her I was beginning to be more and more open to different ways of having fun. I was nervous about what could happen at this party and I had my suspicions about what was going to go on but I was willing to give it a go.

She poked me in the ribs. Hey did you fall asleep again? You got awfully quiet.

Oh no. Just thinking about costume ideas I lied unconvincingly. But I m willing to go if you promise to be there and make sure I ll have a good time.

If you go and make an effort to meet people you ll have a great time she said and smiled. And I promise I ll be there to keep you out of trouble.

Yes but who s going to keep you out of trouble? I asked half in seriousness.

I ll tell you something she replied. I absolutely won t get into any more trouble than you will.

I examined the way she phrased that and I wasn t totally reassured. Okay. Now I just have one question: What costume should I wear?

She giggled against my shoulder. Now now that s against the rules. I m sure you ll think of something but just wait until you see mine!

Will it cover up this? I asked cupping her buttock with a free hand.

She giggled again and moved my other hand to her breast. It ll cover this too but if you re really good you ll be able to figure out who I am without seeing anything irrelevant like these.

I m not sure I m that good. I said as I slipped my opposite hand down her ass and between her legs. Maybe I ll need to do a thorough inspection to be sure I have the right pussy.

You do that she said quietly and I think you had better practice a little right now so you don t make any mistakes.

I ve had plenty of practice but what the hell. Practice makes perfect.

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Over the next couple of weeks I tried to worm more information out of her but she flatly refused to budge on any details. She wouldn t give me any idea of what costume she would wear or what I should wear. I had set an arbitrary deadline as to when I needed to have my costume figured out and that date was getting nervously closer by the day.

Finally and at almost the last minute I was clobbered by inspiration. A university friend of mine had collected a number of classical greek theater masks one of which was Oedipus. Although the argument could be made that Oedipus was more a tragic figure than a scary one I thought that any man who had gouged out his own eyes could be frightening enough with a little imagination. I found a reasonable facsimile of a greek toga at the university costume shop to compliment the mask. It would have to do.

The day of the party Faye gave me a little card with the address to the party on the back. Just go here and knock on the front door. Give them this card and someone will let you in and get you started. I m going to go over to a friends house and get ready. She ll drive me over and I ll meet you there. She grinned at me and her nipples stuck out happy and hard. That is if you can figure out who I am.

So that s it. No help at all for poor old me.

I gave you the address she replied. That s all you re going to get. I gave her my best lost puppy-dog look. She rolled her eyes at me and finally said Okay THIS is all you re going to get. If you come up to me and strike up a conversation I ll answer any question you ask completely truthfully unless you ask my name or anything else about my identity. Fair enough?

Fair enough. Although if you come up to me and do the same thing I reserve the right to lie through my teeth. I was feeling a little bit persnickety.

By which I will know you in an instant she laughed. Have fun and I ll see you there.

And she was gone.

In all honesty I was getting into the spirit of the thing though I was still apprehensive. I got out the toga and put it on admiring the fact that it fit perfectly and even seemed flattering on me. It was long and nearly swept the floor even on my frame. It had come with a fairly complicated pair of lace up sandals that fit me tolerably well but it had no undergarments.

Fuck it I thought. I m not wearing any. There was always the chance that I could get lucky in a back room and this was just the kind of thing to set Faye off. Then again knowing Faye it might not be a back room. Fully dressed I quite looked the part of a Greek patriarch. I picked up the mask and regarded myself.

It was a stylized beaten copper thing showing a bearded man s face in an expression of complete anguish and no eyes. The eye sockets were deep set and had small holes behind them for the wearer to see out of and more holes to breath and speak in the area of the nose and mouth. To hold it in place the artist had attached what amounted to a hair net to make it very secure. It was even comfortable.

But it still wasn t very scary. I had purchased a bottle of fake blood which if tasted was faintly sweet and very realistic. Dribbling a little into both eye sockets and letting it flow out and down the cheeks did the trick as I had hoped it would. I guessed I was ready.

I glanced at the clock and realized my dawdling over the costume had eaten up most of the afternoon. It was time to go.

Following the address to a fairly affluent part of town I arrived fashionably late by about ten minutes. The house I had found was in excellent repair and seemed to have been built in the late forties. There was a lot of parking available and by the way the cars were parked most of the people here were familiar with the place. As I parked I estimated by the number of cars that between twenty and thirty people had arrived already.

Adjusting my mask I headed up towards the door. I almost hesitated before knocking but managed to dig up a little courage and rapped sharply.

At the door appeared one of the most indecently dressed women I have ever seen taking into account that not one square inch of her skin could be seen. Ostensibly it was a leopard costume composed almost entirely of spandex. The leopard-spot material was most interesting in that the black spots were opaque but the cream color was translucent. One nipple was apparent and the tightness of the material made it clear that she not only had no panties she also had been shaved to within and inch of her life.

On her hands she wore what amounted to gloves with claws attached. The claws were soaked in something resembling the fake blood dripping from my eye sockets. On her head was a mask that covered everything except her mouth which was graced with a set of fangs that also were stained red. I didn t know how the tail was attached but I resolved to find out over the course of the evening.

This incredible costume confirmed my suspicions about this party. Things were going to happen.

OOOH! she squealed when she opened the door. What a great mask! Have you got your ticket?

I gave her the card with the address on the back. Do you mean this?

Of course she said taking my arm and pulling me inside. This must be your first time then. I m here to show you around and answer questions.

Once we were inside the foyer she looked me up and down with a critical eye. Because nobody is supposed to know who anybody else is we all have to pick a name for the evening. You re Oedipus of course. She touched herself provocatively on the left breast indicating herself. And I m Sunday. Welcome to the Masque de Corpus!

Thank you I replied. Let me tell you that your costume is quite fetching. Are you the hostess?

Maybe she said evasively but probably not. It wouldn t be any fun if it was the hostess who answered the door because everybody would know at least who SHE was.

She directed me into a room that was much larger than I expected in a house of this vintage. It was scattered with couches chairs small tables of obscene finger foods and drinks and a fascinating variety of costumed people. Some were highly erotic some were not. So instead she continued all of us regulars draw secret lots to see who will work the door each year. We do somewhat the same thing with other necessary tasks.

My eyes were wandering over her lovely form only partly concealed by her costume. Yeah this costume has been a big hit this year she sparkled. You ll probably notice that there aren t any other female cats of any kind in here. After the first couple of years we found that about half of the women would come as some kind of cat so we made that part of the lottery as well. One woman is chosen each year to be the cat and she can design her own costume. So you really like it?

Like it? I wanted to rip it off of her with my teeth. I think I m impressed as much with what s inside it as the costume itself. They re both splendid.

Oh you re sweet. You don t suppose we re partners? She asked breathily.

Sunday was a good three inches short of Faye s long form but I wasn t ready to rebuff this delightful creature. I really can t say yet. It would be too much good fortune to have happened this quickly I think.

I suppose you re right she said with a pout. I have to get back to the door anyway. Why don t you mingle about? I m sure you ll find someone to talk to. With that she turned and started to slink back towards the foyer.

But before she had taken a full step she stopped and turned. Then she astonished me by pulling my mask up just enough to expose my mouth and kissed me. As kisses go I would rate it an eleven. Or possibly a twelve. On a scale of one to six.

She wrapped her arms around me and squished her lovely breasts tantalizingly into my chest and lightly brushed her lips against mine before planting a wet and sensuously tender smack dead on the middle. I had opened my mouth to protest only to find the tasty morsel of her tongue enter my mouth and playfully stoke mine for hours.

After ten seconds or so she pulled away and smiled pulling my mask back down but not breaking the clinch. I just had to check she said breathlessly. If you can t figure out your partner by ten come find me. She smiled and gradually moved back dragging one of my hands up to caress her breast before turning and walking away. I just sat there breathlessly and watched her lovely ass wiggle across the room and out the archway.

Well that s one down and only nineteen or so to go! commented a beefy man standing next to me. He was dressed rather conservatively as a lion with a large clay mask and what looked like coffee colored pajamas with a tail sewn into them. In his hand he held a good representation of a martini sans olive. Allow me to introduce myself I m Leo.

He offered his hand which had false nails glued onto it that were dripping red and filed to points. I took it and was rewarded with a firm but not powerful handshake. Oedipus I answered.

How appropriate for this party he answered. I m sure it will draw the more maternal of our fairer guests to you. With that we both chuckled.

Are there really twenty women I need to interview tonight? I asked.

He took a sip of his martini and pondered. This your first time eh? I thought so. Rumor has it that there are twenty couples this year. Although Alice has been know to start false rumors.

Who s Alice?

You don t even know that much? Well I suppose I could tell you but you don t want to spend your time talking to ME. He set his drink down and made a megaphone with his hands. Hey Ruby! he hollered over the murmur of the crowd.

Across the room a figure in red turned from the dinosaur she was speaking with and made her way in a sexy stroll to where we stood. Gotta fellow here you need to meet. Leo said and wandered away to pinch the ass of a witch. The ass wiggled and so did the witch.

The woman in front of me was pleasingly plump and delightfully curvaceous. Her costume was an atypical red devil that quite deviously (devilishly?) complimented a waterfall of red hair spilling out a hole in the back of her mask. The mask itself was tight to her head and sported a pair of curved horns. The rest of her body was preternaturally covered by tight red satin except for a pair of knee high black leather boots and elbow length black opera gloves. Her perfume smelled of sulfur.

Oedipus! she made the word a welcome through blood red lips the only part of her face not covered. So good to meet you. She winked at me through a lattice of lace.

An honor my lady I answered and took her hand touching it to my mask s mouth briefly. I would have guessed Lila but Ruby ?

She laughed sensuously making her flesh dance under the tight fabric. That was my plan early in the evening but I arrived late and there already was a Lila. Sunday dubbed me Ruby for obvious reasons.

Indeed I replied as she took my arm and guided me to a couch. She s a woman of exceptional taste.

I sat heavily down near the middle of the small couch somewhat appropriately called a loveseat. Little Ruby surprised me then by slipping an arm around my neck and sliding down to lay horizontally on the loveseat with her legs crossed over my lap. She is. I infer from that comment that you ve tasted her?

I had placed one arm around her shoulders supporting her and the other I placed casually on her thigh. I m certain she couldn t tell but I felt my eyebrow raise at the frankness of her question. Not as deeply as I would have liked I replied self-consciously. It seemed the appropriate answer and it was obvious that such things were common at this party. It was obvious what was going to happen later so I resolved to accept the spirit of the thing.

I m sure you ll get your chance before too long. If I m not mistaken almost everybody is here. She cuddled up closer to me pressing a large well formed tit between us. In the meantime would you care to judge my taste?

With that she uncrossed her legs and separated her thighs slightly to show that my hand was enticingly close to a convenient slit in her costume. It began in unknown territory beneath her and was unzipped upwards to just above her delightful clitoris showing a hint of red hair. Her full lips were slightly moist and a bright rose in color. Go ahead she purred against my ear taste me.

Her firm bottom was up against my thigh and her legs were concealing what may have been the most sudden erection I had ever had. There is some doubt in my mind that I could have refused her if I wanted to. I certainly didn t want to! My hand was close enough that a slow slide to her dew covered pussy only took seconds. I rubbed them up and down briefly pausing on her clitoris. Sliding a finger up inside her was a simple matter due to the excess honey she was providing. I reveled in her moan against my ear.

In a moment I removed my finger and slipped it up under my mask to suck like a perfect lollypop. Ruby crossed her legs again squeezing her thighs in a gesture that implied impatience. So what s the verdict? she breathed in my ear.

An excellent vintage to be savored and broken out for very special occasions was my honest answer. She tasted good!

Mmmm Hmmm she replied reaching down to stroke my penis through the toga. So how s your mother?

Surprised by this I let out a guffaw. She s here somewhere I m sure. She s not too possessive so you needn t worry. Then I remembered the reason we had been introduced or one of them. Leo there suggested I ask you about Alice. Is she our hostess?

Oh! she exclaimed. So you re new this year and don t know her. I wouldn t have guessed. She never stopped stroking me gently but she did wiggle around a bit to make herself more comfortable. The position she had originally taken was more provocative than practical. I settled in with her head near my ear and my hands on her body in scandalous places to have our conversation.

Well she continued Alice is the hostess and she s the one who started all of it. She still waves the baton but it takes more than one woman to put on a party of this magnitude. Originally she had done it because her marriage was getting stale and she wanted to spice it up. It turns out that both she and her husband liked it and they found a circle of friends who felt the same.

Do you know who she is tonight? I asked worried that I might be committing a breach of etiquette.

I m not certain but I ve narrowed it down a bit she countered. If you re interested in her then I ll give you a couple of hints. Are you?

Perhaps I responded. But as for right now I m more interested in the person on my lap. I m relatively certain you re not my partner but I certainly want to make sure!

Perhaps my over used fanny! she grasped my penis rather playfully I know we aren t partners though it would be my pleasure to pretend. But no I think looking for Alice is a good pretense to go looking for your partner. Who is she by the way?

Because we both know you aren t her I hope it isn t bad form to tell you. Have you met Faye?

Ruby seemed prone to outbursts and exclamations. Oooooh. That makes you Andrew. She told us you were a sweetheart. She was right of course. With that she slipped off my lap and stood up.

She leaned over and kissed my mask unnecessarily. Go see if you can find a tall slender brunette with a fantastic ass. Alice is just about the best fuck you ll ever have and I m in a position to know!

I held on to her hand preventing her from leaving immediately. But I don t know your real name yet I stated.

That you have to earn. I ll see you again later and she walked away.

So now I was on my own. I quickly surveyed the room looking for a tall slender brunette with a great ass only to discover that there were six or eight who could fit the bill with a number of them concealing their hair to make it more difficult. Worse Faye could fit those same characteristics well enough.

Sunday had come in from the foyer and was speaking to an obscene lizard who s costume seemed to be mostly body paint. I was tempted to simply ask her to be my partner for the evening and not worry about the effort of finding Faye directly but the possibility of meeting more possible partners had piqued my curiosity. My eyes kept coming back to one striking woman.

She was tall enough to be Faye and also slender enough to fit the description of either woman. Her hair was a black fizzed out mess as if she had put her tongue in an electrical socket. Her mask was a simple affair of reptile skin with a shear black covering over her eyes to conceal them. The costume she had chosen seemed constructed of little more than black tissue paper and in form was a long black dress. It was split up the side to nearly her breast and came down so far in the back that it showed off a touch of her beautiful ass.

I stepped up to her side where she was sitting in what would be considered an intimate position in any other setting with a man in a simple robe. He carried a wooden oar and his mask had no features whatsoever. Pardon my intrusion but I have a question for the lady. I began feeling very intrusive.

Not at all said the blank face. That s the nature of this party. I ll leave you in the more than capable hands of Morgan la Fey. The figure stood bowed and said My regards to your brother then sauntered away.

Thanks Charon she called after him. I ll see you later! Then she turned to me. Oedipus! I saw you come in and was wondering when you d work your way around to me. She took my hand and directed me down on the couch next to her where she slid up close against me. You re lucky to have escaped form Ruby.

But I no longer have a soul to sell I countered. What danger could I be in?

Silly man. I know who she is. Most of us do because it s so hard to conceal her luscious body and that incredible fountain of hair. If she hadn t left you I m sure you would still be by her side or on top of her or underneath her at the unmasking.

I must confess that this is probably the case. I answered truthfully. Although a king and blind I have all the frailties of the weaker sex in that area.

You re implying that man is the weaker sex? she said astonished.

Was there ever a doubt? I answered while trying to guess what she looked like under all that window dressing.

I don t suppose there is. It s just that males in general won t usually admit it. She crossed her legs and in the process uncovered her thigh and quite a bit of torso. At the same time she leaned towards me to an intimate level and spoke quietly and intimately. You said you had a question for me. I hope it s a good question and not just a ruse to get rid of poor Charon.

Chuckling quietly I gazed down at her delightful breasts. They were only partly concealed by the tissue like fabric of her dress. In fact it s probably neither I admitted. I m searching for two women and I thought you may be able to help me.

It s a little bit early she replied thoughtfully and cuddled up even closer to me but I think that might be arranged.

I had to roll my eyes at that. That s not quite what I meant I said without concern. I m looking for my partner of course and I m also looking for Alice. I ve been given a basic description of her and both my partner and Alice could look like you. Is everything clear now?

This brought a more simple smile to her face. If your partner can be compared to Alice then she must be beautiful indeed.

I certainly think so but I ve never seen Alice. I only have a few clues as to what she may look like. Can you add anything to what I ve been told?

I m certain I can though it may depend on what you ve been told. She seemed determined to distract me. As she spoke she was slipping a hand up under my toga and placing it on my thigh. Why don t you tell me what you know?

Okay I said while trying to ignore her evil hand. Apparently she s tall slender and brunette. She also has a fantastic ass. Does that help?

Of course. And since I can infer that your partner is equally tall slender and brunette with a fantastic ass that I look like her as well?

I looked at her closely trying to determine if it actually was Faye. You certainly could be I told her but then again so could four or five others in this room.

But I could also be Alice for all you know she stated and stood up gracefully. Perhaps it would help if you were to judge how fantastic MY ass is? At that she turned slowly and made a motion that caused her dress to fall away to the front revealing a nicely formed pair of smooth globes at the top of her long legs. Between the cheeks I could just make out a pair of luscious pink lips totally denuded of fur.

Taking this as an invitation I casually caressed one cheek in such a manner that I pulled her back down onto the couch next to me. In the process I swept the dress off to one side a bit so that I could just see the mound of love itself. It was bare as a babies bottom and had a small stylized rose tattooed in black to one side where a bikini would just barely cover it.

From these two facts I concluded it was not Faye. She rarely or never shaved herself completely for she seemed to delight in shaping her pubic hair into various shapes and designs. She certainly didn t have a tattoo. However I decided to play the game. It is indeed a fantastic ass (this was undeniably true!) and I would be as proud to have it on my partner as the equally attractive unit she came equipped with. However I still have no idea if you are either of the two I m looking for or neither.

I slipped my hand down and covered her lascivious cunt with her dress then laid a casual hand on her breast and searched for a nipple through the material. It was right where it was supposed to be. So let s assume you are neither and you can tell me something else about Alice. Perhaps I will be inspired.

She boldly took my hand and slid it up under the material and back on to the bare breast. That s better. Okay Alice has small and very firm breasts much like mine. She loves to have her nipple lightly pinched and pulled slightly. Yes exactly like that. She also has long shapely legs and her hair is short. She sighed as I continued to minister to her nipple.

What hair are we talking about? I asked and moved to the other breast.

Sorry chum. You ll have to figure that out for yourself. I noticed her off hand slyly working it s way under her dress on the far side of the couch. With my spare hand I gently stopped it. She looked me in the eyes So are you going to do it for me?

No. I m playing with your tits and I m going off to continue my search here in a minute. I want you concentrating on them until I leave. With that I pulled the material of her dress off to one side exposing one lovely teat and pulling my mask up slightly surrounded the nipple with my lips. I felt her hand on the back of my head keeping me there as I lightly sucked and pulled on the ruby-hard bit of sensitive flesh. Her moaning became music and her opposite hand came up to squeeze her other nipple.

I continued the dance of nipple and tongue for some minutes then pulled back allowing my breath to cool her flesh. Then I tenderly kissed it and returned it to it s owner. You re quite skilled she said breathlessly. Your partner must be very happy with you.

I leaned over and kissed her briefly on the mouth before pulling my mask back down and standing up. She certainly says she is. How s a guy to judge?

She just laughed and shook her tits back under the thin curtain of her dress. I wish you luck Oedipus.

And you Morgana.

In this way I spoke with and got to know four more women in the next few hours. All four of them could have been Alice and three of these could have been Faye. Each of the encounters was intense highly erotic and ended just before consummation. In looking around between meetings I noticed similar play going on all around the room to the muted hum of a nondescript background music.

In one corner a woman in an incredible scaled lizard outfit was sucking on the cock of a man in a great bear costume. Then on a couch not far from where I was nibbling the ear of a witch a much differently dressed witch had stripped to the waist and was rubbing her tits in front of a man painted in green and wearing only ragged pants and no shoes. The green mans hands were chained together and shackled to his feet. In another corner a man in a cyclops mask had his hand under the leather skirt of a gladiatrix who was directing his actions with a short leather whip.

Some distance away from me Morgana was sitting with two men dressed identically in Roman era short tunics comparing their penis s. Evidently she was having a difficult time deciding. Not far from her Ruby sat on the lap of a man who looked like a non-survivor of a train wreck. He was playing with her lovely breasts through the satin of her costume while she did something rhythmically unseen between her legs. He wasn t fucking her because the angle wouldn t match.

In fact as I looked around I noticed that nobody was yet in a position of actual penetration. I found it quite curious as it was obviously where the whole evening was headed. To satiate my curiosity I sought out Sunday who I found at a table nibbling on a piece of an obscenely shaped cake.

As I came up to her she put the cake down and swarmed up to me just like the cat she was dressed as and rubbed me into a glow. Oedipus she asked are