We were both wide-eyed, stunned, and for a moment neither of us said anything, until a smile slipped wide across her face.
“Well hello there,” she said, more confidently than myself, and I could feel myself beginning to sweat beneath the spandex.
“H- hi,” I stammered, trying to display my interest in her as best I could despite my obvious anxiety in her presence. I peered at the massive sword presently holstered upon her back, and felt strangely small and insignificant in comparison to her.
“I believe you and I saw one another earlier today, didn't we? Right before you beat up that son of a bitch who squeezed your butt?”
I couldn't help but laugh, and I began to feel myself easing into the situation at least a bit more naturally. “Yeah, I... I was just admiring your costume, I guess... I mean, I couldn't really recognize it, but... I thought it was pretty cool, you know... Sexy...”
Her nostrils flared, and a devilish, lusty smile spread wide across her lips. I was eating right out of her hands, and she had me right where she wanted me. “There's a chance I may have been doing the same...” she said flirtatiously, but then added with a low whisper in my ear, “But, uh... I found myself just as interested with what might be underneath the costume as I was the costume itself...”
I felt my stomach tumbling, my skin on fire, my brain scrambling to process this new and wholly welcome information.
It didn't take long at all after that... Just some quick introductions (her name was Kylie by the way.) And before I knew it I was being pinned up against the wall by my beloved little nymph, the universes of our costumed characters suddenly colliding, and their personalities now that of two desperate lesbians throwing themselves at one another in the middle of a packed convention center.
Our hands entwined as she smothered me with her anatomy, pushing her lithe, lurid little body up into me, and letting her tongue carve its way seductively through the warm insides of my mouth, moving like that of a serpent. I sucked on those precious lips of hers like there was no damn tomorrow, as though I relied on the very breath that passed forth in and out of them, and as though I could never get enough. Our costumes rustled up against one another, her already skimpy outfit riding up on her whenever she wasn't careful, and in a moment of particular desperation, she hoisted my leg up around her waist, pulling our waists as close into one another as it was possible to be.
Lord that girls' mouth tasted like honey on my tongue, her kiss even sweeter than that of my first sex partner, and the memory of Derek all but lost on me as I wholly allowed myself to be engulfed in this chick's splendid mysteries.
Of course, we could only go on for so long in this manner. It took us only a few minutes to discover that a crowd of horny male con-goers had accumulated around the two of us, whistling and getting hard to the sight of the two female lovers getting down and dirty against the wall by the ladies room. Hell, one son of a bitch had his smart phone out and was filming us... Kylie flashed me a quick smile in recognition of the fact, and I smiled back- honestly, there was humor to be found there were the intrusion not so rude and inconsiderate of him.
Locking hand and hand, we stormed away from the scene, but not without Kylie drawing her fake sword as we passed the crowd, swiping it at the phone of the jackass who'd been filming us, and knocking it to the ground. He cursed at us as it shattered upon the floor, and I thought with amusement what havoc we were raining down upon this convention center between the two of us...
The two of us went back to her room, and it wasn't long at all before the costumes which we each claimed to love on one another were shed like a snake sheds its skin. I loved watching her, peeling out of those suspenders, wriggling out of those tiny little panties, slowly dipping away the cups of her tiny bra, to reveal to me a pair of dark, luscious nipples, the sight of which made both sets of my lips water vigorously.
I then allowed her to undress me, loving the feeling of her hands as they slid all over me from head to toe in the process. Again, it was imperative that my mask be kept on, and though I could tell the reasoning for this confused her for a moment, she seemed more than willing to accommodate graciously my request. And in fact, to make me feel more at ease, I suppose, she left in place the set of animal ears on her head, so that the two of us shared a common theme in that way.
The two of us slipped into the hotel bathroom, and she turned on the water of the shower to full blast. Steam billowed through the room, and the two of us were on one another like flies once more. Kissing, caressing, squeezing, letting ourselves get out of control before we'd even made it into the tub.
We stepped inside beneath the scalding streams of water, and we proceeded to wash one another up, getting one another nice and sudsy, before proceeding to get ourselves very, very dirty all over again. I loved the sight of the soap bubbles cascading down along her nude form, sparkling from her hair, down around her neck, sliding across her breasts, and nibbling at her curves.
Her pussy looked nice and soft and tender, and I couldn't help but let my eyes dart to it, my hunger for her unmistakable, and my need to become one with her in that moment far greater than words could describe.
“I've never touched another girl's pussy before,” I said, in a low, tender, and frankly innocent voice. Kylie, in turn, gave me a look that wasn't at all innocent, taking me by the hand, and pushing my fingers up between her legs. I loved the sensation of my digits sliding moist and liquid through the supple folds of her twat, the slight squelching noise it produced as I kneaded up her flesh, and generally everything about it.
I beamed long and hard into her eyes, and she began to whimper at my touch, indicating that I was doing it right for her in every way possible. With her free hand, then, she proceeded to reel me into herself, presumably, I could tell, for the purpose of planting a kiss on my lips.
Our mouths met once more, and my head went light with sensation as it had so many times up to this point. But the kiss didn't last especially long, as in a moment I was so hungry for her flesh that I found myself dipping down along her feminine contours, sliding my tongue across her flesh, starving for whatever supple bit of her I could possibly manage to inhale into my parched mouth.
I sucked her cinnamon tit into my open lips, and suckled upon her wildly, as a newborn nurses on his mother for sustenance. She groaned with pleasure, and I allowed my teeth to go sinking into her nipple, my tongue rolling steadily around its perimeter, ravishing her with as much sensation as I could possibly manage to evoke in her. And all the while I fingered her more fiercely, letting myself become buried deeper and deeper up inside her, two fingers, three fingers, four fingers, until soon it was more like I was fisting her than fingering her.
My efforts, apparently, paid off, as soon she was cumming like a motherfucker, screaming aloud, shaking from head to toe, so that I half wondered whether the right thing to do in that moment might be to relent. But then she placed her hand atop my own, securing it where I was, disallowing the possibility of escape.
And at last, the last waves of pleasure seemed to sweep across her face, leaving her calm and collected once again. And following this calm, placid expression came a dark, seedy grin, letting me know on no uncertain terms just what she had in store for me.
Now it was my turn...
After kissing for a while longer, with my body, this time, pinned up against the wall of the tub, she brought me down onto my back, sprawling me out across the expanse of the tub. Due to the narrowness of the space in which we fucked, she had to turn around in order to access me in the way that she wished, our bodies now in a sixty-nine position, I realized, bracing myself, as she bowed her head nimbly between my thighs.
I inhaled through my clenched teeth, and my nostrils flared, as my lovely lesbian lover proceeded to suck passionately on my wet pussy, rolling her tongue through the folds of my anatomy, tasting me, and seeming to savor that which met her taste buds on every level imaginable.
Her head bobbed steadily as she lapped me up inside, he
r ass splayed in my direction so that I was given the splendid view of her blossomed anus and cunt while she ate me. I briefly considered returning the favor giving the proximity of her lady bits, leaning in and taking a nice big lick of her twat. But I figured, hell, the two of us would have all afternoon for that sort of exploration, and at any rate, my head was far too light, my concentration too frazzled to be able to focus on anything in the world other than the splendid sensations presently sweeping through my anatomy in waves.
She continued to suck, to lick, to slurp, to eat me wildly, causing the sensations to mount, higher and higher and higher. And then, God almighty, she made the sweet, fatal mood of putting her fingers into me as well, rubbing my throbbing, burning, clitoris, and that, in itself, was more than enough to send me spiraling over the edge.
The sound of my screams reverberated through the tiny, steamy bathroom as she sent me cumming my lights out, the orgasm this time even more intense than before, and my decision, I thought in that moment, to return to the comic con this year, one of the best I had ever before made in my entire fucking life.
Chapter 5
The two of us spent hours in Kylie's room, sucking on one another's pussies, fingering one another, and eventually playing with some rather fun vibrating toys that she revealed to me from her luggage, some of which I thought I would have to invest in later myself.
It was getting close to evening by the time my earlier plan to meet up again with Derek and his friend came to mind, and I cursed myself for having let it slip to the back of my memory. I was torn now, frankly. I didn't want to pass up the opportunity for my first ever threesome, of course, but I was also rather content remaining here with Kylie, not wanting to shatter that illusion for as long as I could maintain it.
But as she lay there, her naked body resting in my arms, a rather dirty little thought began to form inside my mind, and I decided that it might just be worth exploring.
“Hey,” I whispered into her ear, and when she didn't stir, I began to tenderly plant kisses along her soft, fragrant skin. This, at last, seemed to do the trick, and with the most feminine of whimpers, she was at last roused from slumber. “Mm... What is it?” She asked, smiling, but clearly in a sleep-induced stupor.
“I, uh... I hope you don't mind me asking this... But are you only into girls, or...?”
“I'm bi,” she said, having barely to think about it, but then added, after a moment's consideration, “Why?”
By this point, the plan was already fully formulated in my mind, and I found myself highly anticipating the trajectory that this evening might be about to take...
After showering properly for once (meaning no sex this time, but actually getting clean), and getting dressed once more, Kylie and I made our way back down to the convention center, deciding to enjoy the last few hours of the day prior to our plans for the evening. We went around to as many interesting booths as we could hit, getting a couple of autographs by a pure stroke of luck, and grabbing a bite to eat in order to regain some energy for the night we had planned ahead for ourselves. I swooned as the two of us ate off of one another's plates, and I loved holding her hand as we made our way through the convention center. I found myself seriously beginning to contemplate an extension of this rendezvous to a full on relationship once the day in question had passed, and I found myself wondering whether I would be brave enough to reveal my true self to her, removing the ever-present mask, once all was said and done.
Maybe, I thought... Just maybe, Kylie would have whatever indescribably quality seemed necessary for me to be able to get comfortable in the intimate presence of another human being.
At any rate, for the time being we had bigger, longer, veinier fish to fry, as I brought Kylie up to Derek's hotel room with me, and the two of us knocked on the door.
I held my breath as Derek popped out into view, clearly surprised for a moment, but then pleased soon enough, at what he saw.
“You brought a friend,” he said, somewhere between a question and a statement.
“Is that a problem?” I asked, and Kylie shifted her weight flirtatiously from one hip to the other as a means of further sealing our entry into his room.
“No, no of course not,” he was quick to say, and after allowing himself to be flustered for a moment there, he quickly regained his cool. He opened the door, and ushered the two of us inside. “This is my friend Ashton,” he said, indicating a large, muscular individual sitting on the bed, dressed in some manner of a robotic exoskeleton. He had skin darker than Kylie's, a serious, brooding look in his eyes, and a perverse smile across his face that was quite similar to Derek's own. And God, was he handsome...
What ensued over the next several hours was an orgy of such proportions that it defied and defiled even my wildest wet dreams...
It took no time at all for the four of us to get intimately acquainted with one another, all of us grouped up on the bed and kissing one another passionately, leeching onto whatever set of lips we could gain access to in the moment. Eventually, though, we broke off into pairings, with me kissing Ashton, getting a nice, hearty taste of him, while Kylie made out with Derek beside me.
This went on for some time, until Kylie and I decided it might be nice to treat our male guests to a bit of a show. We pulled ourselves away from their clinging arms, and began to kiss one another in our cosplay outfits, squeezing and groping and touching one another all over, ravishing each other's lurid bodies in every way imaginable.
Ashton and Derek, from the sidelines, were getting some serious kicks out of this. Ashton pulled his cock out from beneath the spandex tights of his superhero costume, and was jacking himself off vigorously to the sight of us, while a metal doorway in Ashton's own costume slid open, allowing him to masturbate his long, hard robo penis in turn.
Kylie and I kissed and pawed one another for some time in this way, to the point that our clothes were beginning to slide out of place on our bodies. But Kylie suddenly stopped me short, whispering an idea in my ear that I couldn't help but surrender myself to on the spot.
“My friend thinks it only fair if the two of you kiss one another for us, as well,” I said on her behalf, and the two men looked up at us, stunned, clearly unprepared for such an idea. Their heterosexuality was suddenly at risk, they realized, even if they were already at the point of having their dicks out in their hands in one another's open presence. “Come on, you pussies,” I teased, and with some hesitation, they turned to one another and did as instructed.
It was tentative at first. A few wet pecks, devoid of passion. But I think it took that quick introduction to the notion for the two of them to realize that there was nothing deadly about it, and before long this had the intended effect of getting them to fall into one another's arms. They kissed, and licked, and slurped one another up enthusiastically now, jacking one another off as they rolled and tumbled across the bed, surprising both Kylie and I beyond our wildest beliefs.
Holy shit...
Kylie and I, then, continued to occupy ourselves with one another for some time, playing with one another's pussies while we watched our men release their inner, repressed, homoerotic desires for one another.
Soon, though, they seemed to miss the two of us, and we were brought back into the fold, to have our own folds penetrated at last.
Our costumes became nothing more than a random assortment of fabric strewn wildly across the floor. With the exception of my mask and Kylie's ears, all four of us were ass naked now, entwined in one another's flesh, a writhing, heaving sea of flesh that twisted and turned like a serpent across the bed in its state of blissful ecstasy.
Before long I was straddling Ashton, and he was pounding my wet, smoldering pussy from beneath, nailing me with every ounce of his tremendous, heaving muscle. The same was being done to Kylie by Derek right next to me on the bed, and the two of us turned to stare into one another, with looks of the utmost lust spread wildly across our faces.
After a few more loud, wet claps of flesh against
flesh, I collapsed onto Ashton, exhausted, but not wholly fulfilled. Fortunately for me, however, at just that moment Kylie was dismounting her horse, and Derek was climbing over in my direction, joining the pile of Ashton and I, with Kylie's fingers up her pussy, masturbating herself to the sight all the while.
Derek slid himself inside me, drilling his long hard cock into my pussy atop Ashton's own. Inch by inch by agonizing inch of his immensity, stretching me out like hell in tandem with Ashton, and the combined force of the two men's erections driving me absolutely fucking wild with sensations.
To think, just a few hours earlier that day, I'd still been a virgin, and now I was fucking like an old pro...
The two men proceeded to tear into me, to pound me from either end, and I was left shrieking from the get-go, my body overwhelmed, and my head going light as the pair of them drilled me to my core. They smashed and thrusted and fucked their way deep, deep, deep into my cunt, pulverizing me beyond what words can describe, setting me on fire as their sweaty, muscular anatomies raged inside me.
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