Zorro’s breasts were aching. She reached up to adjust her wide brimmed black hat and realized her binding cloth was slipping. She paused behind a bulkhead to make a quick adjustment before continuing down the corridor to 10Forward.
The Costume Ball was well underway. The place was packed with crew. The idea behind this party was to disguise yourself enough that even close friends might not know you. Scanning the crowd Zorro could see that the crew had indeed risen to the challenge. Several heads turned as she entered, she straightened her back and flicked the left side of her black cape over her shoulder exposing the long line of her torso to the sculpted rapier hilt hanging just below her hip. She felt incredibly sexy in her dark androgynous costume. Even the tight binding cloth hiding her breasts felt erotic. She swaggered into the room enjoying the feeling of the harness tight around her waist and thighs. She knew the straps made her ass look great. The women in the crowd, at least those dressed as women, stared a little bit longer than the men, which was just what Zorro wanted. She was going to have fun tonight!
The last of the ship’s children were being escorted out by their parents. The music changed to a decidedly more sexual rhythm and the lights were lowered. Zorro went up to the bar and ordered herself a cocktail. With one elbow leaning on the bar she turned to enjoy the view. The dance-floor was only half full with a mix of people; she easily spotted Commander Data by his profile even thought he had taken the trouble to alter his skin colour. He was dressed in black as some sort of police officer with a nightstick and a large bucket shaped helmet on. He was stiffly dancing with a woman in a very revealing bunny costume. Everyone was wearing some sort of face mask and Zorro could tell from the conversations around her that most people had altered their voices electronically as well. A man in black pants, boots and an odd leather mask that covered everything but his mouth was dancing with a curvy female dressed in a skin-tight red patterned suit. The pattern had large black diamonds alternating with coloured diamonds. She was a very good dancer; she certainly knew how to use her hips. She was toying with the graying hair on the man’s naked chest. Zorro studied him a little closer and was convinced it was Captain Picard, the chin, the smile, must be him. But who is he dancing with? She downed the last of her drink and made her way on to the increasingly crowded dance-floor. She quickly found herself in the arms of a green-skinned woman who wore little more that strategically placed strips of black cloth. She grabbed Zorro by the hips and steered her in a tight circle.
“Interesting weapon you have there.” She said squeezing Zorro’s behind. “know how to use it?” She continued. Zorro’s ass tingled delightfully as the woman pulled her closer.
“I think I’m fairly adept.” She smirked, watching as the woman toyed with the hilt of her rapier. Moving towards them through the crowd was another green woman. She smiled lasciviously as she approached. “Twins?” Zorro asked, as the second green woman wrapped herself around the first from behind.
“Of a sort.” They said in unison. The one holding onto Zorro leaned her head back and kissed the other. Zorro unconsciously licked her lips and a moment later was kissing her dance partner.
Harlequin had arrived early and had been enjoying herself immensely. She had been dancing and flirting with both women and men. She had exchanged kisses with quite a few of her partners including a short plump Count Dracula and a tall lithe Cat woman. She had hoped that the Cat woman, in her revealing black bodysuit, was Beverly Crusher and had eagerly kissed her. She wasn’t a bad kisser but she was no Dr. Crusher. Harlequin already knew how Beverly kissed thanks to a bio-pathogen the crew had picked up on an away mission. Harlequin was making the most of her disguise. Not only had she altered her voice to be higher she had also augmented her curves so she looked even more womanly than usual. Her costume was skin tight but flexible so from ankle to collarbone it felt like a caress every time she moved. Perhaps that was why she was acting so out of character, flirting with everyone and freely touching people wherever she wanted. She couldn’t remember feeling so free or so damned sexy. She was fairly certain that her present dance partner was Captain Picard. She doubted he had even the slightest idea who she was. His bare chest was quite muscular, much more than she would have guessed and he was quite a good dancer. The bunny dancing next to her had had enough and abandoned her partner; he stood looking confused for a moment so Harlequin grabbed his belt and encouraged him to join her and Picard. He was dressed as a cop, was it Data? She still couldn’t figure out what the Captains costume was. The Officer shrugged and started to dance with them. Harlequin decided to have a little fun with them. She pulled the night-stick out of its loop and gently swatted the cop’s behind. He hooted with delight and she repeated the action slightly harder. Her other partner would not be ignored and turned around to offer up his butt for similar treatment. Harlequin gave him a few quick taps across both cheeks and then slid the length of the stick between his buttocks. Slowly up and down went the stick and his dancing ass followed, the cop looked surprised and excited so Harlequin took his hand and guided it to replace her own. When Picard turned around he didn’t seem to mind that Harlequin was no-longer the one massaging his backside with the nightstick. She gave them each a quick kiss on the lips and left them to their fun. She had spotted someone who looked far more to her liking.
The woman had disguised herself as a man, some sort of pirate she guessed, all in black with a cape, black hat and fancy handled sword. She had done a good job with her disguise but even from this distance Harlequin could tell that the jaw line and beautiful lips could only belong to a woman. Harlequin ordered a glass of water and watched the woman dancing with various people. She was flirting and laughing. She had a beautiful smile. Could this be Dr. Crusher? Harlequin wondered. Two women dressed in little other than their green skin kept sandwiching the woman in black who would indulge them for a while and then find a way to extract herself. Finally she simply walked off the dance floor and headed for the bar, straight towards Harlequin. She looked distracted and didn’t notice Harlequin right away. Harlequin watched over the rim of her glass as the woman’s expression changed. Her eyes thoroughly explored Harlequins curves and the annoyance that had clouded her features completely disappeared. She reached the bar and stood next to Harlequin gesturing to the bartender.
“Hello.” She ventured turning to look into Harlequin’s eyes. Harlequin had to know, why put it off she reasoned, so she reached over and pulled the woman in to a deep passionate kiss. She could feel the other woman’s surprise but she was not pushed away, in fact moments later their arms were wrapped around each other while their lips and tongues created a slippery symphony to desire. Harlequin groaned with delight when she caressed the other woman’s ass and discovered it was framed by rather snug straps that could only mean the woman was wearing a dildo. Her nipples were aching with pleasure from her partner’s slender fingers. Harlequin was losing control of herself; she pulled the other woman against her and wrapped her right leg around her hip not caring about the hard edges of the sword hilt against her hip. When they finally gasped apart the woman in black had to adjust her mask and her sword. Both women were panting a little. “I really love your costume.” The woman in black murmured. She traced her finger over the transparent section stretched across Harlequins ample bosom.
“I like yours too.” Harlequin said rubbing her palm over the woman’s hip accentuating the bulge right next to her hand. “So, you’re a pirate?”
“I’m Zorro!” she exclaimed as though this should explain everything.
“Uh-huh.” Harlequin smirked. Zorro’s drink arrived and she drank it rather quickly, nervously almost, as Harlequin stayed firmly in her personal space. She was certainly as good a kisser as Dr. Crusher, Harlequin thought to herself, but she still wasn’t sure. “Still feel like dancing?” she slid her hands up Zorro’s ribs and felt the swell of restrained breasts under tight fabric. She was no longer sure if it mattered who this woman was, she that she wanted to get her naked. Zorro nodded and left the rest of her cocktail on the bar.
“Shall we.” She put her arm around Harlequin’s waist and escorted her to the now crowded dance-floor.
The Countess ran her hands up the lace front of her dress. The corset underneath was just the right combination of snug and flexible. Even the feel of her own hands on the dress made her nipples hard; she wondered if they might pop right over the top edge of her tight bodice. She put the finishing touches on her pouty lips and swayed towards the door to the corridor. She had to turn sideways to exit. The back of the corset dipped quite low in a point to cover her tailbone, the sides arched up over her hips and curved to meet just below her belly button. The corset was designed to emphasize the delicious curve of her backside, a detail that was hidden under the massive oval hoop suspended just below her hips, however if everything went as she hoped it would tonight such details wouldn’t stay hidden for long. People stepped out of her way as her dress was almost as wide as the corridor. Her elaborate mask hid all but her expressive lips she wondered if they would give her away. She was hoping to steal more than a few kisses from someone who might recognize them, someone who, whenever they were together, couldn’t help but stare at the Countess’s lips. She repressed a smirk as she entered the darkened crew lounge. The music thumped with heavy bass, tables and chairs had been shoved to the side to enlarge the dance floor. Even though they were rather cramped several couples were making use of the jumbled furniture. The Countess turned to look towards the bar. ‘Oh’, she thought taking in the view, ‘this was going to be too easy!’
Harlequin was feeling very sexy and flushed from all of Zorro’s attentions. She had taken a break to visit the bathroom and grab a large glass of water from the bar. She certainly needed it. She was thinking it was a good thing she designed her costume to wick moisture because she was very moist in many places. She looked down to watch her hand slide over her nipple and thought perhaps she should get back to dancing and Zorro when the main doors opened. A very unusual silhouette caught her eye. Harlequin’s pulse increased, her taut nipples became painfully hard as she watched the woman slowly move towards her. Well, Harlequin certainly hoped it was a woman under that immense dress because she was throbbing at the mere sight of her. That must be from ancient Earth, Harlequin thought, with its painfully tight bodice and inordinately large skirt. A skirt that looked large enough to hide under. Suddenly her mind was flooded with images of all the fun she could have hiding under it. It did quite a lot to liberate ones view of her bosom however. Harlequin tried to calm her breathing as the woman got closer and she could just make out the darker shade of the woman’s areola’s peeking over the lacy edge.
“Lovely costume.” She said in a deep sexy voice. Harlequin tore her eyes away from the creamy heaving mounds to look into sparkling eyes. She felt her core tighten with desire; she had to swallow before she managed to respond to the compliment.
“Thank-you, yours is amazing. Is it historically accurate.” She said in a rush. She could only just see the woman’s lips. A pouty smirk quickly passed over them.
“Only in appearance, the traditional hoops and stays were quite restrictive.”
“So, you’ve made some improvements then?” Harlequin asked as the woman ordered herself a bourbon. She expertly tossed back the shot without losing her high-powdered wig.
“Oh yes, I have far more freedom of movement. Would you like to dance?” she asked and Harlequin shivered at the thought of being in her arms.
“Oh yes.” As they made their way towards the writhing crowd Harlequin asked, “What may I call you?”
“You may call me Countess.” She said pulling Harlequin in to her arms.
“And how should I address you this evening?” the mysterious woman asked.
“Harlequin.”
“Of course.” There went those lips again Harlequin thought. She desperately wanted to kiss them but for some reason was holding back, not feeling nearly as bold as she had earlier with Zorro. She quickly glanced around but could not spot the black figure. She turned her attention back to the Countess who was pulling her slightly closer.
Harlequin was pleased to discover that the Countess’s dress projected most to the sides rather than the front; therefore they could hold each other quite closely. The front of the bodice was a panel of white lace over cream satin which continued to the floor. The sides of the dress were red patterned silk. Sometimes while they danced Harlequin caught a glimpse of one of the Countess’s sculpted legs peeking through the gap on either side of the satin. They had started off in a traditional waltz pose with the Countess leading and pulling Harlequin gradually closer and closer. Soon she was so close her chin was resting on the Countess’s warm utterly inviting cleavage. Harlequin felt the hand on her back dip lower teasing the top of her behind. She arched her back ever so slightly to encourage the idea and enjoyed the flood of heat that surged through her pelvis. She so wanted both the Countesses hands firmly massaging her ass. The Countess gave up holding her other hand up and simply wrapped both her arms around her beautiful partner.
“Have you been enjoying yourself?” a husky whisper thrilled Harlequins ear.
“Oh yes,” Harlequin replied with a sexy laugh. “Absolutely.”
“Interesting how the mask allows us to become someone else.” The Countess mused. They were so close now they could feel the friction of satiny leggings against silk stockings.
“Perhaps it’s just the freedom to express hidden parts of ourselves.” Harlequin said. The Countess pulled back and glanced down at the near see-through cloth stretched across Harlequins bosom.
“Or the not-so-hidden parts.” She smiled, and then glanced down at Harlequins lips. She felt a full-body rush of desire and had to look away to control herself. “Looks like quite a few inhibitions have been discarded tonight.” She pointed with her chin and Harlequin’s eyes followed to look at some of the other people on the dance floor.
Both men wore leather masks that covered the entire top half of their heads. One was all in white, although other than his mask he only wore boots, a collar and tight briefs with a zipper that disappeared between his legs. His partner was also shirtless wearing shiny black pants and boots. They moved towards one another like they were circling their prey. “Who could that be?” Countess wondered aloud as the men’s hips locked together. Harlequin giggled and tried to figure out who Picard was grinding with.
Their hands were everywhere, sliding, pulling, and teasing. Watching them Harlequin and her Countess gave their own hands permission to wander. The women’s eyes met again and the Countess moaned softly as Harlequins fingertips traced the edge of her bodice trying to tease out those nipples. She slid her hands slowly down the slick sides of Harlequins bodysuit finally reaching back to firmly cup her buttocks. Harlequins moan was lost in between Countess’ breasts which she had been kissing and licking. Harlequin wished that her partners dress was not so ornate so she could have equal access to explore her curves. Both women were becoming quite aroused, pressing together, hands leaving tingling trails of desire. Countess caressed Harlequins jaw line encouraging her to look up so she could capture her lips. Eyes locked they stared at one other for several long moments their breath hot on each others lips moving closer and closer at an achingly slow pace their arms tightening. Their lips barely touched and they pulled back from the electric spark before diving in completely. The smooth wet forge of their mouths transformed their arousal into a deep undeniable lust. Their hearts pounded in sync as their bodies moved together liquid with desire. Harlequin’s hand found the gap between cream satin and red silk. When her fingers made contact with flesh the Countess moaned down her throat and pressed her hips closer. Eyes closed, lips deliciously occupied, Harlequin imagined the details of her hands explorations: smooth warm skin, an elastic strap, ‘ah – a garter’, lace topped silk stockings. Her thumb traced up the taut garter to the belt. Her own nipples ached as the Countess roughly massaged one of her breasts. Below the garter belt Harlequin felt … no silky panties, no lacy briefs, just a short path of gloriously naked flesh and then soft coiling hairs. Harlequin felt as though she might faint, indeed she stumbled a little and her Countess had to hold her up.
“Perhaps we need a short break.” Countess suggested with her arms around Harlequin.
“I don’t want to stop!” Harlequin said her eyes blurry with emotion.
“Oh, we’re not stopping, we’re just going to get off the dance floor.”
“How long have we been dancing?” Harlequin asked after the Countess gave her a quick kiss, “I’ve lost track…” She glanced around and still couldn’t see Zorro. Perhaps that was for the best, she wasn’t sure she had the energy for both of them right now, but then again…
Zorro had foung herself in a rather tight situation. She had been flirting and dancing with a buxom medieval babe and had moved behind her. She was kissing the stranger’s neck, one hand round her waist the other teasing a firm breast. Her partner was being most accommodating, pressing back against the subtle bump at the front of Zorro’s trousers and reaching back to keep a firm hand on Zorro’s thigh. Medieval girl slid a hand over Zorro’s and guided it down into the voluminous folds of her skirt. Zorro thrilled at the sudden body heat of soft cotton and soon discovered that the wench had a not so subtle bump of her own; which felt quite warm and seemed to get harder every moment. Zorro gasped and was about to pull away but someone else had moved up behind her so she was effectively wedged between them. Strong dark arms held her hips. She glanced back to see a face obscured by a black spandex hood with a pattern on it that looked vaguely like a green and white butterfly. He also wore a large cape which completely enveloped Zorro when the man hunched his shoulders over to move even closer. Moving smoothly with the music she took her new partners hand and slid it under the wenches hand then carefully slipped out of the heated space between them. She heard them both moan deeply as she walked away. Having escaped from that oddly arousing sandwich Zorro she searched the crowd for her previous partner. She couldn’t see her so she made her way towards the Bathroom to readjust and freshen up, stepping back to let some people by she caught a glimpse of a red and black diamond covered arm on the far side of the bar, was she waving? Zorro quickly used the head, washed up and tightened her cloth mask and binding cloth. She bought a water on her was past the bar and headed through the raucous crowd to where she had last seen Harlequin. She couldn’t see her on the far side of the bar. Pushing past more people to the darkest back corner she looked around. Harlequin was no-where to be found, she should have been quite easy to spot in that shiny outfit. Zorro’s heart and shoulder’s drooped a little. She had been have a great deal of naughty fun that night but Harlequin was the only partner who had made her tingle. Zorro noticed a woman in a large ornate dress leaning against the wall. She was fanning herself with an antique fan and looked rather faint. No-one else seemed to be paying much attention to the mysterious woman. Zorro wondered if perhaps her bizarre dress was too much for her, because the woman looked like she might collapse. Zorro ordered another water and walked over to the woman. Her concern grew as she got closer and could see that the woman’s skin was flushed and her eyes glazed over with what? Pain? Heat? Zorro held up the water and got her attention.
“Are you alright?” She shouted over the music leaning in close,
“Fantastic!” The woman drawled.
“I brought you some water you looked faint.”
“How thoughtful.” She smiled and then bit her lip as her eyes closed. Once she recovered she took a large swallow of the water before placing it on a nearby table, she also dropped her fan and then reached out to pull Zorro into a passionate kiss.
Zorro’s hips impacted the stiff hoop holding up the huge skirt and had to brace herself against the wall to stay steady as her body responded to the immediate overflowing hunger that the kiss created. The mystery woman’s lips were soft, strong and insistent. Zorro willingly succumbed to the sheer passion assaulting her senses. The woman moaned orgasmically and pulled Zorro closer. Zorro’s free hand was exploring the woman’s bodice teasing the nipples peeking over the top of her corset and then sliding down to explore the skirt. As her hand slipped downward she encountered a large bump, curious, she caressed it. It moaned. Zorro pulled back alarmed. Someone was under that dress!
“Who?” was all she managed before the woman pulled her back.
“Don’t be jealous.” Her partner said steering Zorro from her side to her front. “Just don’t step on my Harlequin.” She instructed pulling a shocked Zorro into another deeply erotic kiss. Zorro standing with her feet wide and with her long cape effectively blocked any view of the two women. The thought of lithe and beautiful Harlequin under this woman’s dress, doing things that Zorro could imagine in great detail, in public! Made Zorro’s entire body throb. The woman held Zorro’s shoulders as she shuddered against the wall. Panting she pushed Zorro back a little to make room for Harlequin to stand up. She kissed the woman deeply and then leaned back to smile at Zorro.
“Good to see you again.” She quickly kissed the corner of Zorro’s mouth. “I’d really like to get out of here” she said looking back and forth between her two partners.
“What about him?” The Countess asked looking at Zorro.
“You mean her!” Harlequin guided one of the Countess’s hands onto Zorro’s straining breasts.
“Mmmm.” The sexy lips curved into a smirk.
“I’d like her to join us.” Harlequin stated wrapping an arm around Zorro and squeezing her ass.
“Fine by me.” Said the Countess. Zorro could only manage a nod.
Harlequin walked happily down the corridor, between the two women, her arms around their waists.
“Where should we go?” Zorro asked.
“Someone’s quarters.” Suggested the Countess.
“But then we would know who that was.” Harlequin stated. She stopped walking and looked at her partners. “I’m really enjoying the freedom of this mask and I don’t want to take it off just yet.”
“Me too.” Zorro agreed. The Countess looked thoughtful for a moment then took both their hands to lead them to a turbo lift.
“I have an idea.” Was all she said. The three of them plus the Countess’s dress made a rather tight fit. Standing in a tight circle they took turns kissing. Whenever ones lips were not occupied by someone else’s lips they nibbled and teased necks, earlobes, collarbones. When the lift opened they tumbled out breathing heavily from lust. The Countess led the way down the corridor and then punched some codes into the door controls to gain access to one of the empty V.I.P. quarters.
“ahhh.” Said Harlequin knowingly.
“Well now we know that you know security codes,” Zorro smiled.
“Yes but not how I came to know them.” Countess smirked again. “Call me Countess.” She said to Zorro.
“Oh sorry!” Harlequin peeped with amusement.
“Zorro.” The woman in black stated as she took off her hat and bowed.
“So both of you want to try to keep the costumes on as long as possible?” the Countess asked.
“No! just the masks!” Harlequin explained, moving in close to wrap an arm around the Countess and slide her fingers down the woman’s back. “The rest needs to come off as soon as possible.”
“Good because there a few things I have in mind that …well” She couldn’t continue as both Harlequin and Zorro’s hands were exploring her curves.
“Mnnf Bedroom?” Zorro asked pulling back from The Countess’s cleavage.
“Look at that bed!” Harlequin exclaimed. She pulled away and ran into the other room to throw herself on top of the fluffy king-sized duvet. The other two women followed her path slowly still kissing and exploring one another. Harlequin lay on her back with one knee bent rolling her hips from side to side letting her own hands caress the smooth teasing fabric over her heated skin. “Countess…” she said seductively.
“Mm-hmm.” She replied between Zorro’s kisses.
“You know earlier, when I was under your skirt?” Harlequin licked her lips.
“Yeah.” The Countess sighed.
“That made me really, really wet.” Both of her partners moaned at this announcement. “But I think I could get even wetter … watching the two of you undress each other.” The Countess bit her lip and Zorro glanced back and forth with a grin.
“Well she deserves some reward for all that hard work.” Countess stated.
“Absolutely.” Zorro agreed.
Harlequin watched the two women as they set eagerly to work. Kissing fiercely their hands strove to loosen buttons, buckles and Velcro. In moments Zorro’s cape and shirt were gone and the Countess was working on the elastic cloth binding her breasts. Zorro sighed with relief as her breasts finally fell free. The Countess smilingly murmured her appreciation before bending slightly to kiss and suck on her perk nipples. Zorro gasped and heat spread down her spine as she looked over to see Harlequin pulling and pinching her own nipples through the sheer fabric of her bodysuit.
“You should never ever hide those.” Harlequin smiled. “They’re so beautiful.”
“mmm-hmm.” The Countess agreed standing up. Zorro kissed her for a long time enjoying the feel of those elegant fingers on her sensitive flesh. Zorro pulled back and looked a little chagrined. She gestured silently at the Countess’s dress to indicate that she had no idea how to remove it. The Countess smiled then took Zorro’s hands and placed them on the seam between the cream satin and red silk. Zorro pushed her thumbs between the fabrics and heard the tearing of Velcro. The ripping sound increased as she pushed her hands downward. The Countess, unclipped a buckle at her waist then shrugged out of the sleeves so the red dress could puddle at her feet.
“Oh-h fuck.” Harlequin shuddered at the sight of her two lovers. Zorro naked from the waist up, the Countess now wearing only her corset and stockings leaving her glorious ass completely exposed! While the women continued kissing and pulling off each other’s clothes Harlequin hurriedly pulled off her tight bodysuit. She looked up as Zorro’s sword clanked to the floor and her pants soon followed. Harlequin stopped what she was doing and stared. The Countess looked down and chuckled. Zorro went a little red.
“Purple?” the Countess smiled glancing down at Zorro’s throbbing dildo.
“Favourite colour.” Zorro shrugged and smiled.
“Is it a Wonderwand?”* Harlequin asked. Zorro nodded. The Countess let her fingertips slide along the toy and Zorro almost doubled over from the sensation. Wonderwands, a fantastic Ferengi invention, interfaced directly with a woman’s nervous system so the toy felt like an extension of her clitoris.
“So what would you like us to do now?” The Countess asked Harlequin.
“Hmmm, is that self lubricating?” Harlequin asked Zorro.
“Uh-huh.” She managed.
“Well I have a few ideas.” Harlequin said pushing her costume from her broad hips and tossing it to the floor. The sight of her naked left her partners speechless for several long moments. “Can you take off that wig?” she asked. The Countess nodded and removed the wig then she removed the ornate outer mask to reveal a skin-tight mask of molded cream satin. “The corset?” Harlequin asked and Zorro pulled at the laces up the Countess’s back, her breath catching at every movement. Her wand was throbbing and swirling with subdued light, a sure sign that the wearer was fully aroused.
Harlequin moved up onto her knees and ordered the women on to the bed.
“Countess here.” She demanded, indicating the space in front of her. “Zorro darling.” She said rubbing her own bottom and pointing behind her. “Let’s see if we can fulfill a little fantasy of mine.” Harlequin licked her lips as her lovers followed her instructions. Her core muscles tightened in anticipation; she could feel their heat surrounding her. Moments later she was moaning with delight as the other women fondled and kissed her everywhere. Her back arched to get closer to Zorro, her hips pushed towards the Countess, her body writhed between them. She was more aroused than she had thought possible. She used both her hands to pull apart her buttocks.
“Are you sure.” Zorro asked nervously. Harlequin just nodded as she leaned closer to the Countess. She kissed her and moaned loudly as Zorro pushed into her ass. She pulled back from the kiss, panting, pushing back to drive Zorro deeper. Releasing her grasp on her own ass she grabbed the Countess and pulled her tight against her so their wet mounds ground into each other. The Countess let out a shuddering gasp and then pressed a hand between them her fingers seeking out Harlequins wet centre. Her lover shook as she slid two fingers inside. Harlequin made rhythmic ‘uh’ sounds as her lovers strove to fill her up completely. The sensations were overwhelming and yet she kept going, her arousal building, and her entire body pulsing with a fusion of lust. She was amazed at how long she could take such intensity. Her body kept pushing to higher and higher plateaus. Suddenly the quaking started. Right at that moment the Countess slid her tongue into Harlequins mouth, she sucked on it hard. She vibrated between her two lovers as orgasm after orgasm shook through her. Her skin crackled with energy as her insides opened up, the tension snapped and she was filled with light. She felt suspended, weightless, held up by strong undeniable joy. For many long minutes she was transformed into a crescendo of fulfilled desire. Slowly the intensity waned and she enjoyed smaller shudders as her lovers brought her back to reality and continued to make love to her.
“Goddess.” She murmured as she eased into a comfortable feeling of fullness. “I feel like I could go on like this for hours.” She said still enjoying the ride. “But that wouldn’t be very fair to the two of you.”
“Oh, we’re not complaining.” Zorro murmured, gently thrusting. She could feel copious amounts of wetness between her legs and was a little disappointed when Harlequin finally moved off of her. Before she realized what was happening both women had turned towards her. Harlequin was kissing her and fondling her breasts. The Countess’s hand teased her backside, she squeaked with pleasure feeling a firm slap across her ass.
“This has to go I’m afraid.” said the Countess pressing the wand controls. Zorro gasped as it detached itself and fell to the bed. The Countess moved it out of the way and moved closer to Zorro so she could explore the tantalizing moisture coursing down the woman’s thighs. She eased Zorro on to her back so she and Harlequin could comfortably continue their ministrations. She marveled at the smooth softness of the flesh beneath her hands. It had been a while since she had made love to another woman and she wanted tonight to last as long as possible. All she could think about at the moment was how much she wanted to dive into all of that wetness. While Harlequin kept Zorro’s lips occupied the Countess tormented her nipples, traced hot lines of desire with her fingernails and tongued a trail of moisture along Zorro’s abdomen. Harlequin moved slightly sideways when she realized what the Countess was after. Zorro’s knees spread willingly as the Countess moved downward. She felt an unusual fullness against her sex. She jumped as something hard pressed against her clit. Lights exploded in her head when she realized what the Countess was doing. Then she gave herself over to the amazing sensation of the Countess’s beautiful breast and elongated nipple sliding and pressing through her wetness. The fullness disappeared after a few minutes and Zorro moaned at the loss. She spread her knees as wide as she could and used both hands to spread herself open. She heard an “mmmm” from the Countess as Harlequin paused in her kisses. They sighed at the sight of the Countess lowering her mouth onto Zorro’s flushed and soaking sex. Zorro arched her back as the Countess dove in. She was soon thrusting her hips in a quick tempo as the other woman’s lips and tongue filled her with shockwaves of need. Harlequin had been sucking on her but moved to whisper in her ear, her hand still teasing Zorro’s hard nipples.
“Goddess! Doesn’t that feel good? Mmmm, it felt so good to have you fucking me. I love they way you were both filling me up.” The Countess moaned when she heard what Harlequin was saying. The vibrations made Zorro gasp and writhe. “You like her mouth on you don’t you. Look at how you’re spread wide open for her. Honey you are so beautiful, so delicious. Who could resist you?” Zorro turned her head so she could kiss her. Harlequin only allowed her a quick kiss. “You’re so wet.” Harlequin let her hand slip down to Zorro’s clit, taunting it with a single finger. Her hips sprang powerfully up from the bed. Countess wrapped her arms around Zorro’s thighs and kept up the delicious torment. Harlequin shifted away from her. Zorro opened her eyes to see the other woman maneuvering to straddle her face while licking her finger. Zorro’s pulse was racing. She parted her bush to reveal her beautiful sex. Zorro felt a new flood of wetness at the sight and scent. The Countess was sliding two fingers inside her as Harlequin was getting closer and closer. She arched and flexed as the Countess sucked on her clit and pumped into her. She felt as though her skin was rippling with longing when finally Harlequin got close enough for Zorro to plunge her tongue into her. Pleasuring Harlequin distracted her slightly from her own pleasure, just enough to keep her going much longer than she usually could. She slid her mouth along Harlequins heated lips, alternating between thrusting in with her tongue and taunting her clit with her upper lip. Meanwhile the Countess had by no means eased up on her so Zorro was finding it difficult to keep from exploding. She felt a particular kind of tension building inside her. She let out a long groan as Countess continued to massage that special spot. She couldn’t take it any longer thrusting her head back and crying out as a flood of wetness burst out of her. Harlequin shifted sideways and watched as the Countess lifted her dripping chin and Zorro sent another clear stream splashing all over her breasts. All three women were quite surprised. Harlequin and the Countess shared a wide-eyed delighted look. Zorro lay shaking with the after-affects of her ejaculating orgasm.
“By the stars!” she said leaning up on her elbows to regard the smirking Countess. “where-ever did you learn to do that?” she asked.
“Surely that wasn’t your first time?” Countess looked surprised.
“Well, no, but it usually takes a lot longer for me to get that, uhm, comfortable.” Zorro said as the Countess climbed back up the bed towards her. They shared a long kiss before the Countess leaned up to deliver her nipple into Zorro’s mouth. She kissed Harlequin while Zorro delighted in sucking her own juices from her lover’s plump nipple.
Countess felt her two lovers wrapping around her and rolling her onto her back so she was between them. She luxuriated in the feel of their kisses and caresses reaching her arms up above her head and stretching her spine. She felt deliciously sexy and relaxed even though her centre was still pulsing with arousal. She opened her eyes to see her two lovers share a wicked smile before they each set to devouring one of her nipples. They were incredibly sensitive, more so than usual. The nibbles and powerful sucking drove blasts of desire straight between Countess’s legs. While their mouths relished her breasts their hands seemed to be everywhere. Dragging nails along her ribs to make her gasp, massaging her hipbone making her thrust, running up and down her thighs and tickling her arms. The Countess rolled her hips and flexed her spine as her pleasure grew. Each of her lovers used their free hand to clasp one of hers and hold them in place above her head. She moaned feeling gloriously trapped and spread her legs a little to encourage them. Harlequin and Zorro took turns kissing each other, the Countess and her nipples.
For her part Countess had never felt so completely aroused. Someone’s hand was massaging her clitoris which made her gasp and quicken her hips. Someone else plunged into her. She spread her legs a little wider and rolled her hips. Another finger was added and Countess started to really lose control. Her beautiful captors released her hands and moved down to return to her nipples and to increase the intensity on her sex. She sucked on Harlequin’s tongue while Zorro nibbled on her nipple. Her hips began to thrust up off the bed and she enjoyed the waves of pleasure that repeatedly swept over her. Her lovers watched in amazement as her whole body focused on the thrusts. The abdominal muscles on her small frame flexed and reddened with her exertions. A melodic ‘Ah-uah’ noise erupted as her mouth grew wider. She clasped both her hands over those of her lovers as they thrust into and slid over her soaking wet sex. Her shoulders and head lifted off the bed again and again as orgasm after orgasm shook through her. Several minutes later she recovered from her revelry to feel herself pulsing under four strong hands. She released her lovers aching hands and they all reclined together. Once again sharing heated kisses while pressing close.
“That was amazing.” Countess murmured. Her lovers nodded.
“Hope you’re not feeling tired.” Zorro said in her low husky voice.
“Well, I thought I was but suddenly I don’t feel that tired anymore.”
“Good.” said Harlequin, kissing her shoulder “Cause we’re not done with you yet.”
“Good.” She smirked, “but I’d like to take off the masks now.”
“Alright.” said Harlequin. Zorro nodded.
“Count of three? 1…2… 3…” Countess said. All three removed their masks and blinked at each other with surprise.
“You!” Harlequin stared at Zorro’s long red hair. “I never would have guessed.”
“Look who’s talking!” said Countess running her fingers through Harlequin’s short blonde hair. They shared a quick kiss and then Countess continued. “Did you know it was me?”
“Your lips seemed familiar.” Zorro said pulling the dark haired woman to her for a passionate kiss.
“You mean you two …” Harlequin said. Her lovers just smiled knowingly.
“So now what.” Countess’s dark eyes sparkled.
“Oh we’re still not done with you.” Zorro said. Harlequin chuckled and nipped Countess’s nipple. It was going to be a long and exhilarating night.