A cosplay three way

Liz was lying on my bed, looking drunk and happy, sunk into the feather mattress and plush duvet. She bit her lip as I crawled closer, pushing her back and kissing her as the full weight of my body pressed her into the sheets. I moaned into her mouth, arms wrapped around her neck. Feeling the compression of my breasts on hers was a feeling I don’t think I could ever resist enjoying.

“Ah ahh, Heather. Isn’t there something you need to take off?”

Rachel’s teasing voice was right behind me as she slid closer to me, Gareth’s thicker fingers squeezing my waist.

“O-oh yeah…”

I laughed, a little sheepishly. It had felt so natural, so pleasing on my skin, I’d practically forgotten I was still in my latex bodysuit. Rachel’s fingers fumbled to find the hidden zipper in the dark, finally finding purchase as she pulled it down my back. I shivered a little as I closed my eyes, wanting to relish in the feeling.

I couldn’t deny that latex was one of my fetishes now, and of course, I’d had a huge TSF fetish before all this too. I’d even read skinsuit doujins, so the sensation of the zip being drawn down my spine almost felt like I was wearing a suit like that.

Well… technically I am wearing a skinsuit. Just one way more fleshy and organic when you take it off… gosh. That’s hotter honestly… it’s still insane to think this is my life now.

I helped Rachel peel the body suit off me, exposing “my” naked skin, or rather Heather’s that I’d just shoved my own body inside. Even in passing, seeing her body flawlessly stretch below my gaze was amazing. Everything of hers was mine thanks to these powers.

“Oh…”

An embarrassed smile took to my lips as I looked lower, peeling the suit away from my lower lips. The crotch was absolutely drenched in my love juices, the day’s relentless teasing leaving all too physical a reminder of my arousal.

“Gosh…”

I bit my lip as I freed the last inches of my legs from the suit, holding it up and examining the mess I’d left inside. Leaning in for a better look, I was met with a powerful, heady scent that made me feel a little hazy even as my mouth watered. It was so explicitly feminine, a little disgusting but in a way that evoked more carnal lust than anything else, so embarrassing, explicit and intimate.

All that’s coming from me now…

The stolen pussy I wore between my legs throbbed, the feeling being all too satisfying as I swallowed some nervous saliva. Seeing the mess I’d made just had me getting wetter by the second, as the heat in my abdomen grew.

I threw the bodysuit over the side of the bed, letting it lie on the floor as I leaned in and began kissing Liz again. Her mouth felt like heaven as I defiled it with my tongue, our soft lips trading gloss and lipstick alike as they rubbed together. Liz was so gorgeous, every inch the dream Chinese cosplayer girl. The kind of woman I’d never have had a shot with before; and yet now she was melting like putty in my hands.

“Mhmm, you know, I’m starting to feel a little left out back here.”

Rachel’s teasing voice was interrupted by a sharp squeal from me, as she parted my pussy with her index finger, letting it rub along my folds from the back. It was only one finger, but the way it teased the sensitive flesh inside me was enough to drive me wild.

So much tension building up all throughout the day… I don’t think I can take it anymore.

I arched my back and shook my hips, trying to drive Rachel’s finger deeper, only to hear her coo in sly satisfaction.

“Do you like that, Heather?”

Her tone lingered on the name, a shit eating grin devouring her face before she slipped another finger inside me.

“You’re such a bad girl.”

I moaned into Liz’s mouth, still kissing her, before breaking away. A line of saliva caught some of the errant moonlight slipping through the blinds, before it broke, landing on Liz’s breasts. It was impossible to tell who the spit belonged more to, and that just made it even hotter. My eyes tried to focus higher up, on Liz’s face, only to see a certain stunned lust on her expression.

It was no wonder why. In front of her, back arched, was the gorgeous cosplayer girl she’d admired from a distance, currently getting finger fucked from behind by a partially skin-suited goth chick. I moaned in needy lust as the thicker fingers Rachel wore hit a particularly sweet spot, before they left me.

I looked over my shoulder with a petulant whine, seeing my pink hair whip around in a flurry.

“Hey… why’d you stop…?”

Is that… really how I sounded?

The voice that left my lips was every inch the needy, pouting brat, cute and yet so horny. I felt little shivers of pleasure in my heart at hearing that voice, and they were so much stronger knowing that was how I sounded now.

Rachel just laughed, a certain confident, audacious glee. My eyes widened with barely contained feminine desire when I saw why; she’d freed Gareth’s cock and was running her fingers down the shaft. I knew this was her fetish, the secret, corrupted little thoughts she’d kept to herself on lonely nights. How insanely good must she feel right now for her twisted dreams to be coming true?

She tapped the end of her cock on my pussy lips and I sucked air through my teeth in response. Her lower head felt so full and hot; she must be rock hard, almost ready to burst.

“What are you waiting for?”

I was struggling to control myself now, so close and yet so far from the pleasure I craved.

“Hmm, you know Heather… I want you to beg for it. Tell me how bad you want it.”

“H-huhh?”

“You two are way too hot…”

Liz had her hands over her mouth, her body still pressed against mine as she watched our flirting. I was willing to bet this wasn’t how she imagined her evening going when she’d gotten up this morning.

I bit my lip as I looked back at Rachel, her teasing, smug black lipstick grin almost daring me to give in. She tapped my entrance again with the head of her penis, and almost against my will, I moaned.

This should be so demeaning, especially for a guy… begging for cock from a girl, playing the part of the slutty young woman totally overcome with her desires. Why does it feel so good, so twisted and exciting? So natural?

I reached back, the pink sparkles of my nail polish catching the light a little before my fingers found my labial lips and spread them.

“Please Rachel, give me what I deserve. Make me your personal slut, your cosplaying cocksleeve…”

The words I was saying were so disrespectful and even a little disgusting, but playing the role so shamelessly was a pleasure I couldn’t deny. I didn’t have to ask twice. A look of teasing triumph washed over Rachel’s face before she penetrated me, grabbing my hips and thrusting into me from behind.

I let out a choked squeal as my body bucked, the sudden sensation being totally overwhelming. Maybe it was the endless stimulation of the day’s events, or the unnatural, fetishistic knowledge that it was Rachel piloting that cock, but it felt even better than when I’d had sex with Gareth as Heather.

Rachel didn’t give me time to rest, immediately drawing back with an embarrassing squelch that came from me.

I’m soaking wet…

Feeling the absence of her, the sensation of her penis sliding out of me, it was such a loathsome emptiness. She knew better than to stop, drilling into me again as I cried out her name, fingers greedily digging into my waist as she formed a rhythm. I felt hands at my cheeks, too distracted to question them until Liz pulled me into a sloppy, hungry kiss, her errant hands fondling my tits at the same time.

Time seemed to slow and lose all meaning, the bliss of the moment totally and completely taking every shred of dopamine in my brain. Liz’s kiss was voracious, while I struggled to control my tongue, too consumed by the pleasure as Rachel fucked me doggy style.

It was as though every thrust sent sparks of pure euphoria through my whole body, the energy being both hot and excitable as it pooled in my elbows, knees, my feet, and of course, my womb. It was as though my bones were melting, in the deepest, most enjoyable way. Liz broke the kiss, spellbound lust in her eyes, before her head dipped down lower. I watched in disbelief as she gave me an insolent little look, before she took one of my breasts in her mouth, her tongue flicking over my nipple.

Rachel slapped my ass, sound ringing out from my cheek as I squealed like a bitch in heat. All these sensations, experiencing two gorgeous girls teasing and worshiping my body, all while being fucked and basking in the ultra-potent glory of a woman’s sexuality, it was really too much.

“Rachel!”

I cried her name as I buckled over into the tsunami of a female orgasm, lightning erupting through my body as my vision almost went white from ecstasy. I could feel my pussy clamp down hard on her length, almost shaping to it entirely, and the result was far too powerful for Rachel to resist anymore either.

She cried out Heather’s name, my name, as she filled me with hot, sticky ropes of cum from her stolen cock. After a lifetime of never knowing it, I had a feeling a male orgasm was nearly as good for her as female ones were for me. As the feeling of the hot spurts slowed inside me, both of us collapsed down onto a tangled heap on top of Liz, sweaty bodies forming a mass of spent limbs as we basked in each other’s body heat.

Breathing deeply, riddled with the feelings of everything we’d done though, I couldn’t help but think…