The first place we could find

I scanned my eyes around the hall as we walked, looking for somewhere we could be alone, and the first place I found was the portable toilets all set up in an enclave at the back.

“Not the most glamorous place…”

I muttered, but a glance at Heather’s blushing face told me she was much too horny now to care. I pulled her inside one against the far wall, giving us a little more privacy. The music was a little muffled through the plastic walls, with the shine of pulsing lights still able to be seen and providing an eerie yet magical effect on the portapotty ceiling, providing the only lighting in the dark toilet.

“I can barely see anything in here… You’re still with me, right Rachel?”

Heather whispered, a little confused but still wrapped with an attitude of wonder.

“The dark gives me the perfect cover to eat you all up!”

“eeep!”

I rushed in close to her ears as I moaned it out, sliding subtle touches of my fingers around Heather’s waist and belly as I hugged her suddenly from behind.

“Here you can be all mine…”

“I’d like that…”

She replied bashfully, an expression of shy love plastered across her pretty face. My vision had been better ever since I drank that water, but it seemed combined with the improved sight of a skinwalker I had perfect vision here, where Heather could only see a little.

I started kissing her neck a little, gently nuzzling it as I slid those fingers up her skirt fully now, slipping them underneath her panties. Heather let out a little gasp as I let those fingertips wander over her slit, gently teasing around her pussy lips while I kissed her neck, giving playful bites.

“Oh Rachel…”

Hearing her moan out my skin’s name while I impersonated her, teasing her like this and making her so weak to pleasure, it was turning me on so much! I felt the moist heat of my own stolen pussy grow hotter and wetter as my juices soaked my panties.

I pushed my fingers inside Heather, those on the left parting her most intimate walls while my right found her clit and began to stroke it, the twin pleasures all at once causing Heather to shriek a little as her body writhed in pure enjoyment.

“With all that music they can’t hear you… I wish they could though…”

I kept nuzzling her ears while I slid my little comments and fingers inside her, pulling back a little and feeling the way her walls compressed down onto my fingers, like they were fighting to pull them in deeper.

“… I want them to know that you’re all mine.”

“Ahhh… uhhh… yesss….”

She was moaning it out, eyes scrunched closed so she could feel the sensation of touch more and more as my fingers brought her to orgasm. All at once, her head bucked back and her ass pressed harder onto me as it hit, juices squirting out a little onto my hands and utterly soiling her panties.

She fell forward a little, knees weak as she supported herself against the wall, a slight glisten of sweat and saliva on her neck as her body was brought to a **** enhanced lesbian orgasm. Looking at her now, the look of pure ecstasy on her face, her gorgeous body… knowing that I’d been the one to take her there…

An immense sense of satisfaction, lust and even ownership descended upon me. Heather was so cute, and the fact she’d gone along with all of this, even initiated by her best friend while they were both on ****, showed that she was an extremely slutty girl. Even dressed up as an anime schoolgirl, the violation of innocence between the cutesy outfit and the erotic actions… the thought of it turned me on even more… I wanted her as my own, personal whore.

If only I could take her as myself…

Feeling her hot, slippery pussy with my fingers had been so good… but I wanted more. I wanted to pound her with my own cock, feel her depths as I filled her completely, before decorating her insides with my seed.

While I thought like this, I felt something. Slowly at first, a deep pressure in my vagina, a hot wetness almost hurting suddenly as the pressure moved closer and closer to my entrance. I let out a pained yet pleasured moan of my own as it came, Heather’s orgasm addled mind too distracted to hear it.

Then with a gasp, the pressure surfaced, as my own penis and balls came out of Rachel’s distended pussy lips. I stared, wide eyed at it, looking bigger and thicker than I’d ever seen it, red with the tip almost being purple it was so hard and full of blood. It contrasted so strongly against Rachel’s pale body…

I reached out and touched it, just to make sure it was real, and felt how hot and slick it was after being marinated so thoroughly in Rachel’s pussy. Wearing her slim fingers like this, seeing them tipped with black nail polish as they gripped the shaft, it felt huge in my hands. A twisted idea came to me as I gripped Heather’s hips, her body still leaning down in an ideal position.

“Hey Heather… I brought a strap on with me, you know?”

“Really??”

Heather gasped, surprise and confusion failing to overpower the pleasure she was wrapped up tight in, and failing to make her question how little sense that would make.

“Tell me you want to feel it… I want you to beg.”

Rachel’s voice had such a sultry yet commanding edge when I used it like this… in this skin I could play the role of a dominatrix a little too well. I could see Heather blushing furiously as she thought about it, every burst of erotic enjoyment so far egging her on as she submitted to my will.

Her hands reached around, pink sparkly fingernails catching small hints of light only my enhanced vision could really see, as she pulled her sodden panties down her legs and spread her entrance for me, giving a submissive side eye as she looked back.

“Rachel please… take me.”

Her eyes scrunched closed now, embarrassment over what she was saying and anticipation over it’s consequences overwhelming her.

“I want you to mess my pussy up… please!”

I growled with satisfaction as I pulled her down onto me, falling back onto the sitting position on top of the closed toilet seat as she came onto me. Gravity and the **** of our fall impaled her on my cock, a shriek leaving her lips as she was spread in two so quickly and forcefully.

I let out a grunt as my sensitive head was utterly consumed into her center, the drenched heat sparking like lightning on the end of my dick. I’d been wearing a pussy so much, it seemed like I’d almost forgotten how enjoyable my dick could be. Heather was drooling a little, the first penetration almost short circuiting her brain as she sat on top of me, my cock burrowed in her pussy like a sleeve.

I reminded her of her place with a slap to her luscious ass cheeks, ringing out even over the music before I grabbed her hips and pulled her up, before gravity and my power slammed her down deep on my length again.

“Ahhhh, ahhhh….”

She was hissing, air furiously coming through her teeth as her thoughts were overwhelmed by how strong the sensation was. I felt it too, her pussy juices almost feeling like they should steam, so hot as they drenched my dick and mingled with Rachel’s.

I started lifting her again and again, her moans turning to screams as I desecrated her, turning her hot, slutty body into my own living fleshlight. I was so strong right now… it barely made sense. As myself, I’d always been a pretty skinny guy, never really strong and average at best. But now… it was like my strength had combined with Rachel’s; and while neither of us were really strong, the combined **** from me and the girl I wore was more than enough to dominate Heather.

“Service me, use those thighs for something!”

I commanded Heather and she complied, her thigh muscles starting to help with the motion as she rode my dick. My hands now freed, I took one down to Rachel’s distended clitoris and the other to her nipple, teasing both as I stole a woman’s pleasure to enrich a man’s.

So much sensation… it’s like my head’s melting. A man and a woman’s sex, all at once… it’s the strongest feeling of all.

Our moans were mixing together now, like a choir lost in the rapture of sexual ecstasy, the moments stretching as Heather rode me, punctuated by me slapping her ass and gripping her thighs. After who knows how long, she completely lost the ability to use her legs, so taken away with pleasure she was barely coherent.

With a smile I grabbed her hips again, and resumed rutting deep inside her, the squelch of her pussy filling me with a huge rush of dominance as I used her again and again, watching her first, second and even third orgasms rushing over her face before I finally came.

I screamed, Rachel’s beautiful voice seeming so incongruent with the explosion of male pleasure as I painted Heather’s womb with my cum, filling her totally. We lay there, her on top of me, as my sated penis went flaccid. Before lust commanded it to attention again I pushed it back inside Rachel, feeling a strange yet enjoyable suction before her insides became utterly female again, restoring the stolen pussy I’d taken for my own.

“Oh my God, Rachel, what WAS that? It felt like it actually came inside me at the end, and it was so hot… it seemed so real.”

We were panting together, sweaty bodies cooling down slowly, as I replied.

“Pretty good, isn’t it? It’s… uhh… the latest model. You know how I love my toys, hehe.”

I giggled nervously at the end, knowing how no toy could realistically do what I’d just done inside Heather.

“Oh wow… they’ve come on so far.”

I could see her fumbling around for something, taking out another bottle of water from a side bag and drinking half, offering me the rest, which I gratefully accepted. It still kept that weird, chemical taste, and I knew soon enough I’d be back on that same strange, powerful high that had enabled me to take Heather so far.

As we lay together like that, I looked over her body. Wide hips and a perfect, womanly figure, filled with the fresh energy of youth. Her pastel pink hair and plump lips, dipped in shiny pink lipgloss, gave her such a sexy, girly appeal. She was shorter and curvier than Rachel too…

I’d been loving Rachel’s skin as long as I was in it, and I knew she loved me inside her too, but now, so close to an unsuspecting Heather, I couldn’t help but fantasize how it would feel inside her body too. And the expressions she’d made, those faces, while I fucked her… did it really feel so good to be fucked in her skin? I felt the compulsion to borrow her face for the evening start to build within me.

Then again, Rachel was beautiful, edgy and fun too, and crucially had actually wanted me in her skin. Would stealing Heather's face just be yet another step on the path of corruption? Although… Rachel was no saint either. Involved with a cult and clearly experienced in the most unsavory of fetishes, finding out more about her in the guise of someone she trusted might not be a bad idea.

I gulped as I considered my options…