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Comic Con

By: Ashson



I was nineteen when I met Colin. It was at Comic Con and he had this really neat Star Trek uniform. By a coincidence I was also there as a Star Trek character. I'd made my costume myself and I'd done a damn good job of it if I do say so myself.

I naturally approached Colin and we started chatting. It turned out that he'd also made his own costume with his father's help. 

"Father's help?" I asked.

"Yeah," Colin assured me. "He's real good with his hands. He does carpentry and glazing but he can turn his hand to tailoring when required. He's made me a few costumes over the years."

I'd tentatively touched on the subject of his mother, but it seemed she was deceased. Apparently she had lost an argument with a train when he was just a child.

Our costumes matched so well that we just naturally stayed together for the whole Comic Con and a number of people asked to have their photos taken with us. We were even asked by the organisers to pose for a couple of shots for their web site.

We had a great time and I spent most of the weekend with Colin. 

No, not the nights, if you're wondering. I wasn't yet ready for that sort of thing. Colin's a great guy but I wasn't into sexual experimentation at that stage, especially only having known him for that weekend.

It turned out that we lived quite close to each other. It was surprising that we hadn't actually met before locally, but when you consider the map it was quite reasonable. I was close to one suburb shopping centre and station while Colin was closer to one in the opposite direction. We'd spent years heading away from each other.

After that weekend we continued to see each other. I won't say we were actually girlfriend and boyfriend, but rather two people with similar hobbies and tastes who liked each other's company. We friend zoned each other, I guess.

I got to meet his father. Talk about a study in contrasts. Colin I would describe as a gentle person. He's smart, really smart. He's studying to be a doctor. He actually wants to be a brain surgeon. A weird ambition, in my opinion, but he'll probably do it.

His father, on the other hand, looks and sounds like a bit of a thug. But for all his looks, it's plain that he's the reason for Colin's brains and his manual dexterity. I've seen some of the work that his father does and it's amazing. There's a touch of real artistry behind those thuggish looks.

Before I knew it a year had rolled past and there was another Comic Con coming up. Colin and I had decided to turn up as a matched pair again. I'd finally finished my costume and took it around to Colin's place to show him so that we could compare it with his new one.

When I got there Colin was out, but George, his father was there. I explained the reason I'd come and he asked to see the costume.

"Since I'll be doing most of the work on Colin's, I might as well know what I'm going to have to match it to," he said.

I unwrapped it and laid it out on the table for George to consider. He nodded a couple of times and then asked to see it on.

"I work a lot better when I've seen a 3D image of an object," he said. "If you care to change into it, it will give me a better idea of how it's supposed to look. I'll take a couple of photos, as well. You can change in the bathroom."

I saw no real reason not to. It wasn't as though I'd be modelling a bikini or anything like that. I nipped into the bathroom and came out to model.

George checked it out pretty carefully. He made a couple of suggestions as to where minor improvements could be made and told me how to go about them. He took some photos, front, back and side.

Then he lowered the camera and said, "That's fine, as far as it goes. Can you take the uniform off now?"

I said, "Sure. I'll be right back," and then I got a shock.

"No, you misunderstand me, Sharon," he said, his voice perfectly normal. "I want you to take it off while I take a few more photos of you."

I'm sure my mouth was hanging open, but George just stood there, patiently waiting.

"I'm not sure just what you mean," I said, a touch nervously. I was quite sure he didn't really mean to take photos of me in my undies. 

"I think it's time for a Star Trek moment," he told me. "I want you to take off your uniform while I take a few more shots and then I am going to boldly go where no man has gone before."

George was propositioning me. Not even that, really. To be blunt, he wasn't asking. He was telling me to get undressed as he was going to screw me.

I may have been a virgin but I was an adult and I wasn't going to beat about the bush.

"You're not taking photos of me getting undressed," I said flatly. "Or even after I've got undressed," I added, when I saw he was about to suggest just that.

George just shrugged, smiled and put the camera down. He settled back on the couch, waiting. What, I wondered, was he waiting for?

I reviewed what I'd just said and my stomach flipped. I had effectively agreed to get undressed, and if I did that then George would expect to...

The thought of stripping and then submitting to George's attention raised conflicting feelings in me. Sheer fright that I'd be naked while George made love to me and a burning excitement that told me I'd be naked and George would be making love to me.

"I'm Colin's girlfriend," I said quietly. "He's your son. You can't make moves on your son's girlfriend."

"You're a girl and a friend, but not his girlfriend. You're not sexually interested in him and he's not sexually interested in you. Well, he made be interested, but not any more than he's attracted to any pretty girl.

If you were seriously interested in him you wouldn't be talking about it now. You would have just walked away. The reason you're still here is because you're excited by what I'm going to do to you. Scared, possibly, but excited.

Do you want me to help you get undressed?"

Blast the man. He was right. I was only interested in George as a casual friend and as a Comic Con partner. And what sort of nerve did he have thinking I wanted to have sex with him? It was kind of galling to think that he was probably right. I could feel that exciting heat burning brighter and my tummy was full of expectant butterflies. 

I was shocked to realise that I was going to do it. I was going to get undressed. That didn't mean that I was going to let him have sex with me, mind, but it did mean that I'd be standing naked in front of a man and could see how it affected him.

I started slowly, lifting the tunic over my head, watching George as I did so. If he'd shown the least sign of triumph I'd have been out of there like a shot, but all he did was take a deep breath and watch me. It was fun. I'd never had a man's eyes fixed so firmly upon me before.

The slacks went next. Or nearly. I had them halfway down when I found I couldn't get them off until my boots were off. I don't know where I got the nerve. I stood in front of George, slacks half down, only just covered by a miniscule pair of panties (I love sexy undies) and asked him to pull my boot off.

I have to give him full marks. He took them off, one after the other, and not once did he look me full in the crotch or boobs. I was impressed.

With the boots gone, the slacks followed quickly. I was standing there in me panties and bra, wondering if I dared take them off. The expectant look on George's face seemed to be saying how could I dare not to take them off.

What first? Take of my bra and my breasts would be swinging around when I took my panties off. I thought not. I could slip off my panties and be turned slightly away from George at the same time so he wouldn't see anything.

Turning sidewards and my panties dropped off. Reaching around to unhook the bra and then let it drop down my arms, freeing my breasts and giving George something to look at other than my mound.

Turning to face George with one hand over my breasts and one over my mound. For all the good that did. George just reached out and straightened my arms, putting them by my sides. Then he sat back and looked at me.

If you've ever had a man just look at you while you're naked you'll know what I mean. I've never been so aware of my body, ever. I'm not sure what he was seeing, but from the look on his face it wasn't the body I was used to seeing in the mirror. 

The excitement coursing through me was effectively telling me that I could forget any idea I might have had of not submitting to George. I'd already surrendered and the rest was a matter of time.

George pulled me over to him. I have to admit I was hot and eager and if he'd just whipped off his pants and taken me I probably wouldn't have protested. Then again, I might have panicked. Who knows?

What George actually did was to settle me onto his lap and start kissing me. He was a good kisser, and I enjoyed the feel of his mouth on mine. I didn't even flinch when his hand closed over my breast and started playing with it.

From there things progressed slowly and far too fast for my peace of mind. My breasts were damp from where George had been tasting them, the nipples tight. I'd never been more aware of the fact that I had breasts and they seemed both swollen and sensitive.

That was nothing to how I felt further down. Fingers were dancing over my pussy, every touch seeming to ignite another little fire in it. I was so wet you'd think that would lower the temperature a bit, but not a chance. George's fingers dipped inside me, touching me where I'd never been touched before, leaving me terrified and wanting more.

I was suddenly discovering the huge difference between theoretical knowledge about sex and holding a man's erect cock in your hand, knowing what he was going to do with it. In sex education you can look at a ruler and measure off six inches and say that's the average size and that doesn't look so big. In practice you're holding this thing and you're thinking a ruler is very skinny and a cock is not, and if that's six inches I'll eat the damn thing. Then you realise you might be asked to do just that.

And how did I come to be holding George's cock, anyway. I don't remember him taking his trousers off but suddenly I just seemed to find his cock pressing against me and then I was holding it, tracing it with my fingers, trying to assess what it was like.

"If I say no, what happens," I gasped, terrified that George would say too late. 

"Then I'll slow down and stop," he told me. "Do you want me to stop?"

I nodded desperately. I was rapidly losing my nerve. George just nodded calmly and moved his hand slightly. He didn't exactly stop what he was doing, he just seemed to be doing it slower.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Slowing down," he said. "You're still worked up and to just stop will leave you feeling a bit out of sorts. It will be better for you if I just ease off and let your excitement slowly die down."

His hands were still touching me and the excitement was still burning and I suddenly realised that I didn't want it to die down. I wanted it to blaze and burn me. I wanted to know and feel.

"It's alright, George," I said. "Don't stop."

The son-of-a-bitch shook his head.

"You said you wanted me to stop so I'd better. You may change your mind again if I continue and that wouldn't be fair to either of us."

He couldn't say no. I didn't think men were allowed to say no. It wasn't fair. I needed him. He'd lit the fires and it was up to him to do something about them.

"You can't stop," I protested. "You have to go on. I want you to take me. Do it now so that I won't change my mind, but just do it!"

Next moment the world seem to spin about and I was standing in front of George, his hands on my bottom. He was sitting on the couch, his cock prominent, and he was tugging me lightly towards him. 

All my butterflies came galloping back. I knew what he expected me to do. I was to straddle him and lower my virgin self onto him. I wasn't backing out again. I moved onto the couch, facing him, knees either side of him. Easing forward I could feel his cock brushing against my lips. 

At least, George was willing to do his part. His hand reached between my legs and eased my lips apart while he moved the head of his cock between them. I could feel it now, pressing into me.

I was excited and I started pressing down, wanting George to come up inside me. I want to know, to feel.

I could feel him pressing against me and then something tore.

It hurt, and I squealed. Suddenly, I didn't want to play this game any more. I tried to scramble up of George's lap, but the brute wouldn't let me. 

"No," he told me firmly. "If you quit now it's all pain for no gain. You'll find the pain is easing even while I'm talking to you. Just go ahead with what you were doing and see how it goes."

I was scared and trembling slightly, but I did as George said. He was right, and I could feel the pain fading back to a memory, but the earlier excitement was returning, and it was coming back fast.

I pressed down, feeling George rise up within me. He seemed to be stretching me all out of shape inside, but he was going deeper and deeper. I could feel the excitement burning in me again and I've never been so acutely aware of anything as I was of that cock slowly filling me.

I finally found myself settled upon George's lap, impaled on his erection. Average size is six inches, they say. They don't tell you that once it's inside you each of those inches feels like several. My lower half seemed to be just full of cock and I didn't know what I was supposed to do with it. 

I found out pretty fast. George's hands came up and settled on my breasts and he started teasing them again. At the same time he was nibbling at the side of my neck and then I felt him rise slightly as though trying to push his cock even deeper into me.

A couple of more pushes and I finally caught on. If I seemed a trifle slow, you have to remember that this was all new to me. I started pushing against George when he pressed up at me and then lifting myself away from him as he relaxed.

Very soon I found that I was moving up and down his pole, and the sensations being raised by the friction of it rubbing inside me, well, all I can say is wow. I was developing a very rapid appreciation for why people like sex. It was fun.

I bounced happily on George, feeling his cock do all sorts of delicious things to me. The earlier excitement had come hurrying back only to be swamped and left behind by this exciting new adventure. I seemed to be in complete control of what we were doing, although I realised in hindsight that George was subtly directing the entire thing.

(I also realised that the sneaky bastard had had no intention of stopping when I asked him to. He simply agreed and kept on teasing me until my excitement built to a point where I was just carried away. And then he'd made me practically beg for it.)

I continued bouncing in fine style, sliding up and down George just as neat as you please. I was starting to gasp, as I was putting a lot of energy into what I was doing, and my nerves seemed to be getting themselves wound tighter all the time.

George suddenly felt as though he was hitting me a lot harder, and I found the pace was accelerating, and I couldn't have slowed down if I tried. The excitement and tensions I'd been feeling were burning hotter and I could feel myself just catching fire.

My gasping grew into a scream and then I really did catch fire and everything seemed to be burning around me while I screamed my head off. 

I finally settled down, feeling wonderfully relaxed but also frightfully sticky and wet, and it wasn't just sweat making me that way. I had a vague recollection of George letting loose inside me, spraying me, and it dawned on me just what was trickling down my leg. (As well as a bit of blood from a torn hymen.)

George whisked me into the bathroom and joined me under the shower, bathing me as though I was a baby. (Apart from a few very adult flourishes that he apparently couldn't resist, not that I was complaining.)

George was sketching out the costume he and Colin are making for Comic Con when Colin finally got home. Before I left, Colin had a quiet word with me.

"You may want to be careful about being alone with dad," he told me. "I think he likes you and, if you're not careful, he might make a pass. If he does, just ignore it. He won't be offended."

Comic Con Cuckold



Jenny is modeled after actress Katy Mixon from "Eastbound & Down." 

***

Benjamin and Jenny Blethyn, both in their mid-thirties, have been married for three years and are attending their second annual Comic Con. They are checked into a nearby hotel, walking distance from the convention hall. Jenny is into what is known as cosplay, which is dressing as a popular character from comic books / video games / animation. Benjamin is more reserved and not keen on dressing up in elaborate costumes.

Due to airport delays, Benjamin and Jenny arrived late on Thursday, around 10PM, and were not able to attend any of the day's screenings or panels. Jenny was most upset about this. She wanted to make up for the lost day by getting to bed quickly, so she could be up early on Friday and have time to put on her outfit before the doors open at the convention hall.

However, neither Jenny nor Benjamin could fall asleep because the television was blasting in the next room and it was obvious that it was an adult film which was playing. They laid in the dark, wide awake, listening to the reverb of moaning and raunchy dialogue. Finally, Benjamin sat up and switched on the bedside lamp.

"This is ridiculous," Benjamin griped. "What else could go wrong today?"

Jenny shrugged. "Well, it's all part of the experience. The adventure that is Comic Con."

"We have to be up early tomorrow. You said you don't wanna have to rush getting ready."

Real life groans and a creaking bed joined the TV. The sound of their neighbor masturbating.

"I don't, but you have to admit that this is kinda funny." Jenny bit her bottom lip.

Benjamin banged on the wall. His way of telling whoever was on the other side to keep it down.

"Honey, hush, don't interrupt someone bopping their bologna," Jenny jested.

Benjamin was not amused. "I don't want this deviant keeping you up. I'm going over there."

"No, you're in a bad mood. You might get into a rumble with this guy."

"He could be defiling himself all night. We'll never get any sleep."

"Okay, then I'll go over and politely ask him to be more discreet."

"I can't let you do that," Benjamin shuddered. "The freak might be naked or something."

Jenny burst into laughter. "I'm sure he'll cover up to answer the door."

Benjamin shook his head. "I don't know about this."

"Honey, I appreciate your concern, but there's less chance of an incident if I go."

"Okay, but please cover yourself, dear," Benjamin pleaded.

Jenny winked at her husband before getting out of bed. She was wearing a silk nightgown, but did as Benjamin asked and wrapped herself in a complimentary cotton robe. Jenny exited their room and Benjamin listened through the wall as the adult film's volume was lowered. Their neighbor must have heard Jenny knocking.

All Benjamin could hear for the next few minutes was the faint murmur of Jenny conversing with this porno enthusiast. What was taking so long? Benjamin wanted to check on her, but didn't want to seem like a chauvinist. Jenny hated that. He actually heard Jenny giggling before she finally returned.

"Well?" Benjamin asked.

"He apologized." Jenny removed her robe and got back into bed. "He didn't realize the walls were so thin." 

Benjamin was taken aback by how calm his wife was. "What did he look like?"

"What does that matter?"

Benjamin shrugged. "Just curious."

"Kinda gangly looking. A foreign accent I could quite place."

"Was he at least decent?"

"He had boxer shorts on, but..." Jenny trailed off.

"What?"

"Nothing." Jenny couldn't conceal her smile.

"Tell me."

"He still had a woody." Jenny blushed somewhat. "He was pitching a tent."

"Oh?" Benjamin was confused as to why Jenny was so tickled.

"Yeah, it was hard not to look at it."

Benjamin raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"It would be like you not noticing a woman with big cans."

"So, he had a large...you know...erection."

Jenny rolled her eyes. "Let's get to sleep. He promised to keep it down."

Benjamin switched the lamp off and they got snug under the covers. A few minutes later, a shower was heard running. This gangly foreign guy must have been washing up after gratifying himself. For reasons unknown to him, Benjamin was a little excited, aware that his wife had ogled another man's erection.

***

Benjamin and Jenny were on the go by 8AM. Jenny was cosplaying as "Black Cat," a comic book antihero. Her ensemble consisted of a skintight black leather bodysuit, a Lone Ranger like mask, and a white wig. Benjamin was second out of their hotel room. Jenny was bent over, rummaging through a gift bag. Benjamin took notice of a gangly fellow with bleach blonde hair exiting the room next door. The loud masturbator was leering at Jenny's ample backside while wearing a Green Lantern t-shirt. He also had an expensive looking camera in his possession. This man averted his eyes when he realized Benjamin was scowling at him.

"Hello, and how are you on this fine morning?" he asked in his peculiar accent.

Jenny turned around and greeting this man as if he was a close friend.

"Good morning, Alexander," she said. "Exciting for Comic Con?"

"Yes, I surely am." Alexander trained his camera on her. "You look super cool, Jenny."

"Call me... Black Cat." She posed and Alexander snapped a photo of her while Benjamin stood there like an idiot. Jenny had failed to mention that she learned this guy's name when they spoke last night. After a few minutes of banter, Jenny made the proper introductions. This man was Alexander Edgerton. He hailed from Holland, but moved around quite a bit because his father was a diplomat, which accounted for his muddled accent. This was his first Comic Con and he decided to glom onto Benjamin and Jenny, especially Jenny. Alexander and Jenny chatted in the elevator and on the short walk to the convention hall. Benjamin felt like a third wheel.

"Is this your first time cosplaying?" Alexander asked Jenny.

"No, last year I was Batman villainesses. Catwoman, Harley Quinn, and Poison Ivy."

"Wow, that's sounds like an awesome way to spend the weekend."

"Yeah, I refuse to be goodie-two-shoes like Wonder Woman."

Alexander shook his head. "I find Wonder Woman cosplayers so uninspiring."

"Yeah, me too." Jenny beamed, having found a like-minded individual.

"Email me pics of you from last year. I'd love to see you as Poison Ivy. She's my favorite."

"Absolutely, I'd appreciate some feedback from a genuine cosplay enthusiast."

Alexander passed along his business card to Jenny. Benjamin wasn't fond of this creep having provocative photographs of his wife. If last night was any indication, Alexander only wanted some images to whack off to. As soon as Benjamin could get Jenny alone, he would advice her not to send those pics, despite being turned on when Jenny spoke of admiring Alexander's hard-on. Benjamin never got that opportunity though, as Alexander continued to hover around Jenny.

Alexander even lined up for the same "Being Human" panel as Benjamin and Jenny, which was plausible since he and Jenny seemed to be fans of a lot of the same geek stuff. Benjamin was just a casual fan of the show. He only watched for Jenny's sake. Alexander also sat with them during the panel. Benjamin reasoned that this was all part of the Comic Con experience, befriending people from around the world. Jenny sat between her husband and their brand new friend. She and Alexander whispered to each other throughout the panel. Benjamin couldn't discern what they were saying.

When the panel was over, Benjamin left to go line up for autograph and photo-op sessions with some of his favorite retired professional wrestlers. Jenny always thought wrestling was juvenile, so she remained to watch the next panel, which was "Ghost Whisperer," a show that Benjamin refuses to watch even if Jenny was entertained by it. Alexander also stuck around for Ghost Whisperer. Benjamin had mixed emotions about leaving them together. He lapsed for a moment last night and was briefly enthralled by the notion of his wife being attracted to another man. In the light of day, he was uncomfortable with this foreign pervert sniffing around Jenny.

"Okay, well, I'll see you later, dear," Benjamin said.

"Have fun with your broken down old wrestlers," she teased.

"I will." He was use to her sense of humor. "Thank you."

"Text me later when you want to meet up."

"Sure." Bemjamin, bordering on rude, snubbed Alexander as he departed.

Benjamin didn't see Jenny again for several hours. His text messages went unanswered. Finally, he spotted her across the food court. She was having lunch with Alexander. Benjamin couldn't believe that she was still hanging out with this guy after how they were introduced to him the night before. Watching porn and masturbating loud enough for the entire hotel to hear. Jenny reached across the table and took Alexander by the hand. She traced her finger around his palm. She's always believed that she could tell people's future with palm readings. Benjamin always dismissed the hokey practice, but it was obvious that Alexander was humoring her.

Once again, Benjamin's repressed desires betrayed him. He didn't make his presence known because he wanted to watch his wife caress this stranger, whose eyes were buried in her tits. The fortune telling lasted another fifteen minutes before they got up and continued enjoying Comic Con. Benjamin returned to the hotel around 9PM. Jenny wasn't there and still wasn't responding to text messages. He had butterflies in his stomach. He even knocked on Alexander's door, but no one seemed to be inside.

Jenny returned well after midnight, but she was now garbed as "Zatana," a different comic book heroine. This ensemble was provocative fishnet stockings, formfitting black booty shorts, a magician's coat, and a top hat. No wig was necessary as Zatana sports long dark just like Jenny.

"Where have you been?" her perplexed husband asked.

"Sorry, Alexander held my bag for me and he didn't hear my phone ring."

"So, when did you get my messages?"

"Like five minutes ago. I'm really sorry."

"What's with the new outfit?"

"I'm Zatana," she explained.

"I know, but..." Benjamin was struggling to grasp the situation.

"I told Alexander that I didn't get to cosplay yesterday, so he suggested I pull double duty today. We came back here around six thirty and I jumped ship from Marvel to DC." Jenny admired her reflection in the mirror while Benjamin stayed sitting on the bed. "Alexander is going to cosplay tomorrow as Archangel."

"Where did he wait while you changed?"

"In his room... Why? Where do you think he was?"

"I don't know..." he stammered. "I just thought..."

"That he watched me change? Do you find that sorta thing sexy?"

"No." Benjamin was emphatic.

Jenny came and sat on his lap. "I never realized my husband was so kinky."

"I'm not kinky. You're misreading this whole thing."

"Fine." Jenny sighed and got off of him. She changed into her nightgown and they went to bed.

Benjamin stirred from his slumber around 2AM, woken by soft moans. It took him a few seconds to realize what was occurring right beside him. He peered over his shoulder. Jenny was above the covers and her nightgown was hiked up as she manipulated her sensitive clit with two fingers. It was hard to tell in dark, but Jenny must have had her eyes closed because she was blissfully unaware that Benjamin was awake.

With her free hand, Jenny pulled her spaghetti straps down and tweaked her hard nipples, breathing heavily. Benjamin immediately put his head back down and pretended to be asleep. He didn't want her to stop. It was so erotic.

Jenny let out a contented sigh several minutes later, having reached orgasm. What had gotten her so fired up? Who had gotten her so fired up? All these questions Benjamin asked himself while trying to ignore his hard-on. They only way he could jerk off was if he hurried to the bathroom, but even that might alert Jenny. After nightfall is the time when Benjamin thought it was hot to fantasize about his wife and another man. His daytime inhibitions were nowhere to be found.

***

Alexander accompanied Benjamin and Jenny to the convention hall once again on Saturday. As promised, Alexander was decked out in "Archangel" gear while Jenny was "Psylocke," a comic book character who leaves little to the imagination. Thigh high purple boots, a one piece purple bathing suit, a red sash around her waist, and a purple wig. Alexander wore a skintight blue bodysuit with white trim, which accentuated his bulge, and fabricated angel wings.

They walked through the main show floor together. Many attendees asked for Alexander and Jenny to pose for pictures. Benjamin was forced to carry their bags. At first, they would pose with Alexander's hand on Jenny's hip and her hand up on his torso. As the hours passed, they got more and more cozy with each other. His hand would subtly brush against her ass while she lowered her hand to his abdomen, getting daringly closer to his crotch, and even started draping her leg around him. He would really have to grip her ass to keep her balanced when she did that.

Alexander would pull Jenny in closer and her thigh would be rubbing against his bulge while they stared deeply into each other's eyes. This was driving Benjamin wild for various reasons. Alexander's bodysuit could barely restrain his stiff, rather sizeable, cock.

When Alexander and Jenny weren't taking pictures, it was a total gabfest. Benjamin was left out of the conversation altogether. Talk about your classic third wheel. Alexander and Jenny began holding hands, which she justified as an attempt to attract more shutterbugs. Some people asked them to simulate a kiss, which they did gleefully. Then, they mocked kissed in every photo whether asked to or not. They were the absolute stars of all the cosplayers. A dream come true for Jenny.

"I'm so glad I met you," she said. "Always wanted to experience Comic Con like this."

Alexander whispered in her ear. "Destiny?"

Jenny had stars in her eyes. "Maybe."

The kissing became more realistic and more passionate. By the evening, they were virtually making out with each other, much to the delight of strangers with cameras. Alexander and Jenny drew such crowds as their tongues wrestled in each other's mouths that Benjamin became separated from them. He knew it would be a waste of time to call his wife because her cell phone was in the bag he was holding for her.

He looked for them until 8PM, then relented and returned to the hotel. He listened at the door to Alexander's room, but there was only silence. Benjamin so badly wanted to know what was happening with his wife, jealous and horny all at the same time.

He laid in bed and watched TV, disregarding his erection, which was no easy task. Then, around 1AM, he heard activity inside of Alexander's room. Benjamin turned the TV off and pressed his ear against the shared wall. He heard what sounded like a woman moaning. It had to be Jenny. Benjamin needed to act fast. He dragged a chair over to the wall and stood on it so he could hear better through the air vent.

"Mmm...Alexander...you're such a good kisser..." Jenny sighed.

"You know nothing of pleasure... Wait till my mighty cock is inside you..."

"Ohh...God...Yes... I need this big thick cock inside me so bad...." she begged.

"I'm gonna make you forget all about your marriage vows..." Alexander boasted.

"My vows didn't say anything about a big beautiful cock like yours..."

It was almost as if Jenny knew that Benjamin was listening and she was taunting him. This was hot, but not good enough. Benjamin went out onto the balcony, praying for an unobstructed view. His prayers were answered. The drapes were drawn wide open and he saw Jenny bent over the mattress with her top pulled down. Her tits were hanging out, her nipples were nice and hard.

Alexander was behind her, wearing only his angel wings, lining up his eleven inch euro-trash cock with her wet pussy. Since the bottom half of the Psylocke costume was basically a spandex thong, it was with ease that he pulled it aside and penetrated her. He began to fuck her slowly, but it wasn't long before he was pounding his cock deep into her pussy as her unrestricted tits bounced. Benjamin's erection was throbbing.

"Ohh... Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard with your big thick cock!"

"Are you my little slut!?" He yanked her purple wig off and pulled her real hair.

She loved being dominated by him. "Yes! I'm your slut!" "Your dirty little slut!"

The feathers were flying as his angel wings flapped. "Whose pussy is this?"

Jenny grabbed the bed sheets. "Yours! My pussy belongs to you!"

"What about your husband!?" He spanked her ass until she answered.

"He's never fucked me this good!" she cried in ecstasy.

He reached around and twisted her nipples. "Is my cock bigger than his!?"

"Mmm...so much bigger! My husband is nothing compared to you!"

That sent Benjamin over the edge. He couldn't stroke his shaft out on the balcony. He'd be arrested if caught, so he ran back inside, climbed back onto the chair, and jerked off while listening through the vent, trying his best to not topple over. "Holy shit...I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum...I'm cumming...I'm fucking cumming!!!" Jenny screamed as she climaxed while Benjamin beat his meat. Soon, his cock erupted, spraying cum all over the wall.

Benjamin tidied up in a hurry, so he could feign ignorance when Jenny returned, but he need not have rushed since Jenny stayed with Alexander for hours. Benjamin listened to this son of a diplomat, garbed in angel wings, fucking his wife's brains out. Jenny had multiple orgasms from the sound of it. He got curious again after 2AM and went back onto the balcony. He saw Jenny riding Alexander, bucking her hips, then he sat up to motorboat her tits. She was the one wearing the angel wings now.

Jenny whipped her hair back. "Mmm...yeah...suck on my big titties!!!"

The room phone kept ringing. Other guests must have complained about the noise.

"Ohh...fuck...I'm about to cum!!!" Alexander bellowed. "Get ready for it, slut!!!"

They ignored the phone. In fact, they didn't seem to be aware that it was ringing.

"Yes...baby...please...cum inside me..." she begged.

Alexander now sported a sly grin. "Inside you!?"

"God...yes...I need you to fill me with your hot cum... I don't care if I get pregnant!!!"

Alexander grimaced as he shot his load, but they still weren't finished. He was still hard. Jenny spun around and rode him reverse cowgirl style, arching her back with her long hair daggling in his face. He didn't seem to mind though. She then leaned forward, allowing him to paw at her firm ass cheeks. Benjamin sighed and returned to his room, too drained to whack off again.

Jenny returned at 4AM, wearing Alexander's Green Lantern t-shirt. Benjamin switched on the lamp and watched her climb into bed. She kissed him on the cheek, then got snug under the covers as if nothing out of the ordinary had transpired. As if she hadn't just fucked a stranger within twelve feet of her husband. She clearly wasn't ashamed either. She must have been too satisfied to qualify fucking Alexander as a betrayal. Benjamin switch the light off when it became obvious that Jenny wasn't going to share any juicy details.

***

Jenny was up and in the shower by 7AM on Sunday. Benjamin hopped in the shower after her, while she prepared to cosplay as "Marvel Girl." Since the sun had risen, his reticence was back. He was mortified that his wife had cheated on him and angry with himself for playing the part of voyeur.

He exited the bathroom in only a towel and discovered Alexander sitting on their bed, his bathrobe open, with Jenny on her knees, administering a blowjob. She was already guised as Marvel Girl, a snug green dress with yellow trim and a red wig. Marvel Girl also wore a yellow mask, but it was hard to tell if she was wearing it from Benjamin's vantage because all he could see was the back of her head bobbing.




Comic Con Cuckold



"Good morning, my friend," Alexander groaned, palming Jenny's wig.

Benjamin was in a state of shock and unable to give a verbal response.

"I came over for a nice titty fuck, but she already had her marvelous dress on."

Jenny came up for air, but still stroked his shaft, not acknowledging her husband.

"So, I have to settle for her sucking my dick." He signaled for Jenny to get back to work.

Jenny wrapped her soft lips around his hard cock again while massaging his scrotum.

Alexander waved Benjamin off. "We'll meet you at Comic Con in an hour or two."

Benjamin dressed quietly while Jenny continued with her prolonged blowjob.

"Don't be rude, my friend," Alexander snickered. "Give us some privacy."

Benjamin left with his head down, nauseated, not saying a word to either of them. He never saw them at Comic Con. Sunday was a short day, so he was back at the hotel by 5PM. There was a "do not disturb" left on the door. He knew that sign was probably for him and not the maids. Apparently, Jenny and Alexander never even left the room. Benjamin sat in the hallway until 6PM, then Alexander exited in his robe, carrying his camera, and finally went back to his own room, shooting Benjamin a shit-eating grin as he passed by.

Benjamin entered his room. Jenny laid naked on the bed, having a smoke.

"Was it everything you hoped it could be?" she asked.

"What the hell are you talking about? I didn't want this."

"I know you did. You totally though it was hot. We fucked in every position imaginable."

He noticed her Marvel Girl costume crumpled up on the floor. "Anal?"

"Yeah, he had his cock in my ass when we ordered room service."

His head was spinning, so he had to sit. "I'm...not sure what to say... I guess...maybe..."

"Well, either way, it was probably a mistake on your part to let it happen."

Benjamin was afraid to ask. "Why?"

"I don't think I'll ever be satisfied by you again... sexually."

Benjamin fought back tears. "But..."

"There's another, smaller convention in a few months, down south."

"And?"

"I rather you didn't come. I'll spend the weekend with Alexander."

"Will you be back?"

"Of course, honey, we have a life together. Jobs, friends, family. I'm not gonna to abandon all that we've built together for a big dick." She put out her cigarette and crawled towards him. "I'm just gonna have to meet with Alexander a few times a year at these conventions for a sexual release. I'll always come home to you. You're my husband."

She unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-flaccid member. "I did get a little carried away. Next time, we'll use protection. I don't really want to have a baby with this guy. His nose is too big and his teeth are crooked. I want our kids to look like you." She started stroking his cock until it became hard. He was average, a shade under six inches. It didn't take long for her to make him cum. His jizz splattered all over her bare tits.

***

Alexander walked Jenny and Benjamin to their taxi after they checked out of the hotel at 8PM. He kissed Jenny goodbye. It was a long and sensual kiss. His strong hands were all over her ass and her pussy was on fire. Maybe they should've fucked one more time to get it out of their system? Luckily, the driver was getting impatient and honked his horn. They finally pried themselves apart and Jenny and Benjamin were able to depart. The countdown to the next Comic Con had begun.



Comic Con Pt. 01



This was just a short series I wrote to try and capitalize on the whole ComicCon theme. Like most of my stories, I hope to receive feedback like things that were especially liked and or disliked. I don't really do mean, but I do enjoy constructive criticism. If there is something you don't like, please tell me what could be done instead. All characters are participating in the fictional story of their own free will. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy it. 

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I suppose there are lots of people my age with similar likes. At home, I know a lot of people that enjoy the same things I enjoy and some of them have similar ages. I'm a fanboy. I like comics, sci-fi and fantasy novels and gaming. For the most part, it is a male dominated genre. I do, however, know several girl gamers as well, though to be fair, for the most part, they are a rare addition to the hobby. I am also a recent retiree. Oh, I retired early at 57 after selling a couple of books, yes, they were sci-fi/fantasy books and I wrote them under a pen name. Anyway, I digress. 

When I embarked upon my retirement, I examined the areas in my life where I was displeased with myself and one of them was my introversion among people I didn't know. This caused me to avoid social situations which eventually led to me spending the previous five years as a practical hermit. I sat at home and wrote and occasionally went to my local gaming store when there was an event for one of the games I played. Outside of that, my other human contact consisted of some phone discussions with my agent, publisher and my five year old grandson, Zach. I got to have Zach for an overnight every other week during which time, we played games and watched movies and I taught him about stuff he needed to know, like catching frogs, fishing and learning to whistle. It was important because his dad was trying to make a music career work for him and was gone almost all the time, so a male figure in his life was a bit lacking.

Again I am rambling on, but I wanted to provide you with an understanding of who I am so you can understand all that I am about to relate. You see, after I retired, my life began. 

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I had always wanted to go to one of the big Sci-fi Conventions, or Cons as they are called. So, when I was invited to come to ComicCon in San Diego this year, I was both excited and a bit nervous. Though I was just finished with the hypnotherapy which was supposed to help me with my social anxiety, I had not put it to the test. But my agent thought this was an excellent opportunity to push my new book and get some new people reading my already popular series, Galactic Hunter. So, I agreed to do a four hour signing and participate in a two hour panel called Sci-Fi Believability. 

I hit the gym a lot the week before I went since I'd found that I was not going to be able to get to my gym as the closest one, for my chain, was in Escondido. I had lost 60 pounds in the previous year and I was feeling very good about it and my newfound ability to get on the floor and play with Zach. I packed my Tai Chi wear and vowed to use Tai Chi as a replacement for the gym even though I found the gym easier to stick to religiously. 

The trip to San Diego was pleasant. I sat next to a forty something business woman named Deloris and we chatted about quite a few things and I began to feel a bit more confident in my social anxiety therapy. When she found I was going to ComicCon, she asked me why and wasn't that a young person thing. I told her I was a writer going for a book signing.

"Really," she said and placed her hand on my arm, "I had no idea. I'll have to look you up."

"You won't find anything under my name," I said and pulled out a copy of my first book I was going to give away at the Con. "This is my book." It had the cheesy Galactic Hunter logo on the front along with a stylized picture of three of the main characters, Max, Paulette and Roxie, with hitech looking ray guns. The author name said Zebediah Guillotine and there was a picture of me on the back flap.

"Oh wow," she said, "I think my daughter read that book and loved it!"

"Excellent," I replied, "I just wrote it on a whim and yet it seems to have taken off and there are a lot of people wanting more."

"Now I have to invite you to look me up when we are back home," she said as she became more animated. "My daughter would love to meet you, and well, I would love to get to know you better as well." She smiled and lit up her face as she gently stroked my arm. 

"I think that would be lovely," I said. In response, she stood and got into her carry on and pulled out a business card and a pen. She wrote her cell number on the back and continued. 

"Here is my card," she said, "Call any time, I usually don't go out much except for business meetings and those are during the day." Her tone was a bit on the hopeful side and I wondered what she was like once you get to know her. 

Unfortunately, she struck me as one of those women that put up a front for those they thought might offer something they were looking for but who turns out to be totally different when you get to know her. I say unfortunately because she was obviously attractive. She had nice legs and a flat tummy, which she managed to show while she was getting her card. She even managed to capture my hand and place it on her lap, enfolded it in her long thin fingers for the rest of the flight to San Diego. 

She walked with me to the baggage claim before taking her leave, "It was so nice to meet you and I hope to meet you again soon, Rick." 

"I think that would be fun," I said, though really, I wasn't all too sure about it. She gave me a quick peck on the lips as she left and I watched the sway of her body as she walked away. She glanced back at one point and saw me looking, grinned, gave a small wave and was gone. 

"Damn," I thought to myself, "that's something that doesn't happen every day." 

"She's cute, Zebediah," came a female voice. I turned to look and she continued, "she your girlfriend?" The voice came from a young girl, probably in her early twenties with short blond hair on the sides and a long spikey up do on top. She was wearing a short skirt over a pair of purple stretch pants, army boots and a white, boat neck tee showing a pink tank top strap beneath. She had a piercing in her nose and three in her left ear. On her right ear she had was wearing a Bajoran style cuff and earring combination with the connecting chain. 

"She is cute, but I don't think she's my type," I said as I turned to face her completely and continued, "Are you actually deeply spiritual and a follower of the prophets?" 

She smiled largely showing even teeth that were white like a human being rather than white like a TV or movie star and chuckled before replying, "I am deeply spiritual, though I don't believe in the Bajoran prophets. I'm surprised that you picked up the reference though." 

"Well, some of us old guys do know a thing or two, especially about Star Trek." I responded and she laughed this time, a full body laugh with no falseness in it. "So, are you staying close to the Con venue?"

"Well, sort of," she said, "Hey wait, how did you know I am gong to the Con?"

"It was logical," I said deadpan, "You are wearing a Bajoran earring, you know who I am, though you don't know my real name, and you are arriving on the Wednesday of ComicCon weekend."

"You're cute for an old guy," she said with a smirk, "I heard you were doing a signing so I brought my books for your to sign. This is my second ComicCon and this year, I brought some costumes. I am going to have so much fun." 

"Excellent," I replied, "but I tell you what, share a cab with me and I'll drop you at your hotel. Then I'll get checked in and pick you up for some dinner. Then, I'll sign your books so you don't have to wait in line. Deal?"

"Heck yes!" she exclaimed, "But, what's your real name?"

"It's Rick." I replied, "Rick Nolan. So, do you have something other than costumes in your bag?"

"I do. I brought a couple nicer outfit since I wanted to have a nice dinner while I was here."

"Good, wear one tonight, I'll see what we can do about a nice dinner and maybe some dancing if you like." The bags started rolling down the ramp about then and we picked ours up and headed toward the taxi stand. 

"Won't, um, your wife mind you taking someone out while you're here?" she asked. 

I stopped and faced her then, "Look, I don't want to make you uncomfortable so here it is. I am single, a widower. My wife died of cancer two years ago. I'm retired. I live for only a few things at this stage in my life. Writing, since fans are constantly screaming for more. My grandson, Zach. And contact with interesting people. So far, you qualify as interesting people. I have no motive other than to talk as I spend the night and half the next day alone in a city far from home. I have no expectations other than having a conversation with you. The fact that you are an attractive, intelligent young woman is just a bonus."

"Okay," she replied, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't make me uncomfortable." I replied, "I understand your asking. In this day and age, it is prudent to be careful. You don't really know me, just like I don't know you. And there are a lot of crazy people out there." I paused for a moment and said, "And I don't think you have told me your name yet either."

"Oh sorry, I'm Jax," she said, pronouncing it 'Jacks', then she held out her hand and we shook. She had a slightly chilly hand and a strong grip with long fingers and three rings, index, pinky and thumb.

"Good to meet you Jax," I said as we stepped into the taxi. She gave the name and we headed off to the hotel. On the way, we exchanged cell information so I could text her when I got back to her hotel and was ready to go. 

She was staying at one of the bargain hotels a few blocks from the while I was staying at the Hyatt, one of the expanded venues for the show. I checked in and went to my room to change. I had traveled in a pair of jeans and a tee, but if Jax was dressing for a nice dinner, I could as well. I had brought two suits, a grey one for the signing and a charcoal one for general use. I took a shower and trimmed my short beard, then dressed, skipping the tie as I don't like wearing them. I asked the concierge to recommend a mid range restaurant and got a taxi as he set a reservation. 

As I approached her hotel, I began feeling a bit nervous, but then I felt a calm descend upon me as I realized I really didn't have any expectations for the night. I texted her telling her I was on the way and she replied with her room number and the invitation to "come on up". I took the elevator to her floor and knocked. The door cracked a few moments later and I caught a glimpse of her slipping into the bathroom as she said to come in, she would be done in a few minutes. 

I sat down at the little dining table and waited patiently. She came out in a little blue dress that reached about mid thigh. She wore matching strappy shoes, an ankle chain and had a clutch in hand. The top was spaghetti straps and tanned skin with a silver chain and a small tasteful trifetta symbol. She was wearing her ear jewelry and a couple bangles on each wrist along with a single silver band on her left middle finger and a crest ring on her right thumb. I raised my eyes to her face and saw she had artfully applied makeup that highlighted her eyes and lips. Her hair now had blue tips and was slanted up and to the left. 

"Wow," I said closing my mouth, "you are drop dead gorgeous." 

"Why thank you sir," she said, "It is always nice to hear that from a gentleman."

"May I escort you to your carriage, m'lady?"

She laughed again with her throaty body laugh and tucked her hand into my arm as we headed for the door. We went down to the taxi stand and hopped in. "I hope you like Persian food," I said. 

"I'v never tried it," she replied. 

The driver chimed in and I placed his accent as middle eastern, "Bandar's has very good food. I would recommend the Dolmeh appetizer. It is very good. All of it is good, but the Dolmeh is like my mother used to make."

It wasn't far to the restaurant and as we stepped out, I gave the driver a healthy tip and said, "Thanks for the advice, my friend. Have a wonderful evening." 

The warm night air was almost too much for my suit even though it was the lightest one I owned. We had an eight o'clock reservation so, we took a walk around the area since we had about a half hour to kill. Jax continued to hold my arm as we walked until we could hear a band doing classic rock covers. 

"Can we listen for a bit?" she asked. 

"You like this music?"

"I love it," she replied, "my parents were big classic rock fans. They were older and sort of hippies. So, that's what I heard growing up." 

While she spoke I let her pull me into the club. The place was about half full with a few couples on the dance floor and a band playing the music just a bit too loud. But they were good, not the originals, but still good and Jax swayed a bit tot he music then bumped me with her hip and pulled me toward the dance floor. I stopped her and moved to the coat check to check my sport coat. We danced a few dances and had a couple of drinks before we had to leave for dinner. 

"You dance well," she said. 

"You mean for an old guy?" I asked. 

"You aren't that old, Rick, what, mid-fifties?"

"I am fifty seven, yes." I replied. 

"I like older men," she said cryptically as we entered the restaurant. We were seated immediately and ordered the Dolmeh appetizer which turned out to be a mixture of some vegetables, spices, and rice stuffed and cooked in grape leaves. It turned out to be an exceptional taste treat. She had the shish kabob and I had a rack of "french cut" lamb. The food was exquisite, tasteful and delicious. We finished the meal with a small cup of sherbet and a glass of wine. 

"Well, what next?" I asked, "a small walk to aid digestion, then back to the hotel?" 

"The walk sounds good," she said, "I ate more than usual. But if you are interested, maybe we can go back to that club?"

"That would be fun," I said, "the doors open tomorrow morning. But I don't have anything until the six o'clock panel on reality in Sci-Fi."

She laughed, "Did you just say that?" 

"I know, right?"

"Reality in writing fiction," she said, "That's priceless."

"Do you want to come sit in? I can bring a guest." 

"I'd love to come," she said, "I didn't sign up for any of the panels because I didn't want to spend extra money."

"Well, if there is something you want to see, let me know. I have access to all the panels and if you are with me, you can go in as well." I explained, "I just have to be at the four hour signing and talk about my book." 

"Yeah, you and one other author were on my list," she said. "I so love Roxie. She is one of my costumes for the Masquerade. I just haven't decided which to wear. I have an Ensign Ro Laren, Black Widow and Roxie. I will wear all three during the weekend, just haven't decided when."

"Well, I have a set of Marshall's Leathers to wear as Max." I said, "That is the only costume I brought. Plus a light green body wash which lasts about seven hours or until I shower it off." 

"Oh my god, you're kidding me, right?" she gushed. 

"Nope." 

"Can we, um, I mean, would you mind," she stammered, "would you escort me into the Masquerade as Roxie?"

I laughed, "Which outfit do you have?"

"I have the one from the cover that she didn't wear anywhere in the book." 

"Mmm," I said, "I love that one, even though I didn't write it. Very sexy, I can't wait to see you in it."

She squealed and hugged me tight for a minute before dragging me into the club. "Now we need to dance some more!"

We danced for about an hour until the band slowed it down. I took her in my arms and we slow danced for the next three songs. She was a wonderful dancer and I was having a great time. My hands were around her waist as we swayed to the music and hers were around my neck. She was about the height of Roxie from the book, though possibly a touch taller especially in her heals. I have to admit, I was getting a little excited by her attention. As we danced, she looked up at me with her blue eyes and I didn't think, I just leaned in and kissed her, soft, slow and languorous. She sighed and moaned slightly as she pushed against me. 

"Maybe we should call it a night," she said without letting go as the song ended and the band took a break. 

I tried to speak and croaked, so I cleared my throat and said, "Okay. It has been a long day."

We took a taxi back to her hotel and I walked her to her door. On the way, all I could think of was should I or shouldn't I. When we got to her room, she turned to look at me and I could see she was a bit flushed, perhaps confused and definitely a touch tipsy. 

"Are you going to be okay?" I asked and she nodded. "Then I look forward to see you tomorrow. Do you want to grab a burger or something for lunch?" 

"Sure," she said, "about one?"

"That sounds great, um..." I said then simply did what I wanted to do. I kissed her again. I was already pretty excited internally and her response did nothing to quell that feeling. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I pulled her close and pressed my lips to hers. She moaned into the kiss and I pressed my tongue against her lips. She opened her mouth and we Frenched for a few moments before I released her.

"Until tomorrow, one o'clock, at the registration desk" I said before I released her and stepped away. I reached up and fingered her Bajoran earring then trailed my hand down her jaw line. Her eyes half closed and she leaned her head into the caress for a moment before opening her door and going inside. 

I went to the elevator and pushed the button for the lobby in a daze. I don't know quite how I got there, but the next thing I knew, I was back in my hotel room. I replayed the evening in my mind's eye and came to the conclusion again that she actually had wanted me to kiss her. And with that memory came the memory or her in my arms. The feel of her nubile young body pressed against me, her breath on my neck and then the press of our lips. I hadn't felt like this in a long long time. I was excited and looking forward to the day tomorrow more than I had before. Truthfully, I was looking forward to spending more time with this young beauty. These thoughts ran through my head over and over until I fell asleep somewhere late in the evening or maybe you would call it early in the morning. 

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I woke up just after ten which meant perhaps six or seven hours of sleep, but I felt great. I usually only sleep for seven hours anyway and I was buoyed by a feeling of youth I had not felt in a couple decades. I floated through my morning and prepped my casual look for the panel, a pair of jeans, casual hiking shoes and a tee shirt with the cover of the new comic offered for the first time at my signing before the release the following weekend. Since today was a casual day, I avoided any hints at my costume for tomorrow night's Masquerade. 

I arrived at the Con site registration desk at noon. I picked up my badge and a packet and was escorted to the green room which was actually white with a maroon carpet. Food was offered, but I only had a couple pieces of fruit and a mocha. I reviewed the schedule and saw that the initial parade for costumes was just before dinner tomorrow with the Masquerade starting at eight. My panel was still tonight at six but the signing was earlier tomorrow from noon to four instead of starting at two. One other thing I had brought with me was one of the three advance copies of my new book, Galactic Hunter: Into the Lion's Den. I had brought them as a surprise for a random few from the audience at the signing, but I decided to give one to Jax for such a good time last night. 




Comic Con Pt. 01



I must have been wrapped up in my head and not noticing my surroundings because it was sudden in my mind when I heard Jax say, "Rick, you okay?" as she shook my shoulder. I had been sitting in the registration area since about quarter to one waiting. 

I pushed myself to my feet and said, "Just woolgathering," then I looked her over. She was dressed in a Natasha Romanoff, Agent of Shield outfit which was subtly different from a Black Widow costume. It was just as form fitting and made from fleather (you know, fake leather), but instead of black it was grey and had a shield patch on the left shoulder and a shoulder length red wig, "Love that costume. It is a perfect Natasha Romanoff, Agent of SHIELD." 

Again, I had scored. I recall her saying at some point last night that she made all her own costumes by hand and I was impressed. As I got a better look I saw that this one was a combination of stretchy yet tough fabric with leather panels and looked very very close to the one worn in the Avenger's 2 movie. 

"Wow," she said, "you continue to surprise me. Twice today I've been told the costume is supposed to be black, not grey."

"Oh well, I pay attention," I said with a shrug before turning and reaching under the chair, "I brought you something." I pulled up the bag with the book in it and handed it to her. "Hopefully it is not presumptuous."

She pulled it out of the bag and flipped it over to see the cover. I watched the realization cross her face and the sudden twist of her face into an ear to ear smile, "This is your new book!" she squealed. 

"Shhh," I said, "That's the first copy and it won't hit the shelf for another month. You are the first one to get a copy. And I signed it." I said opening the cover. Inside it said, "To a lovely, charming, intelligent young woman who has made my year. Zebediah Guillotine aka Rick Nolan." She got a couple tears in her eyes then grabbed my hand and rushed to a bookseller counter and purchased a book bag made for sealing and protecting a book, then dragged me to one of those photo booths and pushed me inside. She deposited the necessary coins and sat on my lap. In the first picture, she held up the book. In the next she looked into my eyes and in the next several, we were kissing deeply. 

When they finished, she said, "Wait, we have to do it again so you get a set." and we repeated the process. By now it was a bit obvious that I was enjoying the kissing part perhaps a bit too much. "Mmm," she said, "is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just happy to see me." 

"Definitely happy to see you," I said and kissed her again. She moved off my lap and we waited a few moments until I would not be embarrassed when we left the booth and she said, "I'm famished. Are you going to feed me?"

"Of course, but we have one more stop to make," I said and we headed back to the registration table. I spoke to the celebrity rep there and told her, "I need you to get my +1 filled out with this young lady's name and info then get her a badge. I want her to have full access to whatever. Can you do that?" 

"Normally, the guest must stay with the personality, but since she is also a paying customer, I think we can make an exception for you." said Norma the representative. "I can have it all ready in about an hour. Just come back by and pick it up."

"Thanks," I said and got her name off her badge, "Norma. I hope I'll see you at my signing tomorrow."

"I wouldn't miss it, Mr. Guillotine." she replied as we slipped away. 

"What did you do?" Jax asked, "you know if I wear that it will be the buzz of the Convention."

"Do you have a problem being my date for the Con?" I asked, "I can tell them never mind." and I turned as if to walk back. 

But she pulled my arm to stop me and said, "Don't you dare." Then she laced her fingers in mine and we went off to the concession area to find a burger. I was pretty sure I spotted a Burger King stand somewhere. We spent the rest of the afternoon together and she was snapped numerous times by people who didn't recognize me, just the pretty girl I was with as the Black Widow. 

"Oh my god," she said, "last year, my costume wasn't nearly as well received. I did a Poison Ivy." 

"Well, you have to expect it when you are so beautiful. Though I do think the Bajoran earring would have added to that costume." I said with a grin eliciting another embrace.

For dinner, I took her, in costume, to a fish place just a couple blocks away that was supposed to be good. While the food wasn't excellent, it was good and the company was excellent. I found myself laughing and joking with her in an extremely relaxed fashion. Then it was time to prep for the panel. So we went to the room and I grabbed a bottled water and sat her in the front row in the center supplanting a couple of girls sitting there. Next to her was the wife of one of the other speakers and as I turned, she stood and kissed me before saying, "good luck." I patted her butt before winking and walking up to my seat. There were a couple of other authors on the panel including CJ Cherryh and David Webster, two of my favorite authors. At one point David Webster gave his reasoning for accuracy in technology. 

"I always feel that a basis in reality and explanations are needed in order to allow a person to immerse themselves in the universe. A person reading the story doesn't get hung up on the continuity of physics between our reality and the reality being presented in the book."

My reply is one that I had thought out for exactly this type of position. "I disagree. We are talking about fiction here. When reading fiction, whether it is science fiction or high fantasy, we must suspend our disbelief in order to find the communication that the author is providing. The author is telling a story, not teaching physics. Besides, I am not qualified to teach physics. In the your book series, you describe the mechanism of crew living through massive thrusts that would squish them flat if the mechanism failed, an inertia dampener. We have no parallel in physics today. But if we have inertia dampening, why can that not be used to control flight or at least turning. Star Wars is one of the worse offenders but they simply ask us to suspend belief and enjoy the story. I believe our readers are smart enough to do that and still enjoy it. On the other hand, I still like the mechanism you use of describing parts of the technology, but for me, I want to tell the story more than describe the future."

At the end of the discussion, we were greeted with wild applause and David and I shook hands as he admitted that I had a point. We decided to keep in contact and provided each other our information. Mrs. Webster, who was sitting next to Jax, came up to us and told me how much she had enjoyed what I said. 

"It isn't often that David is backed down. I thoroughly enjoyed that. And your young friend is certainly a delight as well." she said indicating Jax. "perhaps some day you might come over for dinner and by all means, bring Jax."

"Thank you, Mrs. Webster," I replied.

"Please, call me Diane." she said and I inclined my head before they moved off to the fans. 

I leaned against the table, shook hands and answered questions, glancing up now and then at Jax who sat on the table next to me. At one point, someone asked me who she was, to which I responded, "You know in the comics where Tony Stark always called Iron Man his bodyguard? Well, the Black Widow is mine." 

About twenty minutes later, the organizers came in and shooed everyone out of the room so that they next panel could set up and Jax and I escaped out the rear. By the time we hit the green room, Jax was laughing out loud. 

"Your bodyguard?" she wheezed between laughs. "Please, I have felt your muscles, you could bench press me."

"Now, be careful. You might get what you wish for." 

"Don't end your sentences with a preposition," she said. 

So I repeated with a lear in my voice, "You might get what you wish for, baby."

"Ooo, that was sexy. Perhaps you might want to take your own advice."

I had no good response for that, so I pulled her into my arms and kissed her soundly. She moaned as I did and pushed herself against me as if trying to occupy the space. When I broke the kiss she said, "Maybe it is time for your to take me home. Somehow I didn't sleep much last night."

I grunted and said, "You aren't the only one." We walked out of the room and I took her to her hotel and walked her to her door. At the door, we embraced and kissed again then she tilted her head back and looked me in the eye. 

"Do you want to come in?" she asked. I could feel how difficult it was for her to ask that, like she was afraid of the answer. 

"Yes," I said with a slight croak and she paused the door open with her foot. Without letting go of one another, we moved into the room. "Is this something you really want? I don't want you to think you owe me anything."

"Shut up and kiss me," she said and I did. My hands slid down to her butt and she sat me down on the couch before straddling my lap and putting my hands back on her luscious bottom. She moaned into my mouth as I probed hers with my tongue. She began to squirm a bit on my lap causing me to rise in anticipation as she dry humped my expanding pants. I ran my hands up her sides then cupped her small pert breasts. As I kneaded them, the zipper pulled down a bit and pressed into her, so I took the zipper and pulled it down to her pelvis then separated the material and pushed it off her shoulders baring her upper torso. I pinched her nipples lightly finding them completely erect as our tongues continued their dance. Then I slid my hands down and unzipped her boots and pulled them off. She removed my tee shirt as I worked on her boots, breaking our kiss only long enough to pull it from me. Once her boots were off, I lifted her from the couch and her legs wrapped around my hips as I carried her to the bed. As we stood poised at the edge of the bed, we broke the kiss panting. 

"Make love to me, Rick. Show me I am a woman to you."

I stood her on the bed and pulled down her costume, baring her bald pussy. Then I stripped off my pants as she sat and watched. When they were off, she leaned forward and engulfed me in her mouth. I groaned and pulled the wig off as my hips involuntarily thrust into her. She ran her hands over my stomach and chest and sucked my stiffening cock into her. Soon, I was fully erect and I removed my cock from her mouth and laid her back on the bed. I spread her legs and gazed at her perfect pussy. Her lips were engorged and her clit peeked out of the little hood while the odor of her excitement wafted to my nose. I kissed inside her left thigh then her right and all around. Her hips thrust upward with each touch until neither of us could stand it any more and I thrust my tongue into her vagina. She bucked against my mouth as I tasted the sweet nectar of her womanhood. I licked her lips then spread them wide and licked her inner folds. 

"Oh god, please Rick," she said, "Do it, please. Lick my pussy. I want to cum for you, Rick. God I am so ready." 

I captured her clit with my mouth, pushing her hood out of the way so I could take it in my mouth. Then I let me tongue flick over her clit as she twitched beneath me. 

"God," she cried, "shit... harder... oh fuck... so good." I continued to grind my tongue and lips against her sex as her juices covered my face. I pulled her up and relentlessly attacked her with my mouth and tongue until she peaked. 

"Right there, oh yes baby. I'm going to cum. Oh fuck, make me cum. Oh yes, yes, yes, FUUUUUUCK. " she said as she pushed over the limit and her juices poured from her. But I was unremittent and continued to lick her harder and faster. 

"I need you baby, put that thing in me. Fuck my pussy," she twitched as another mini orgasm struck her then continued, "fuck me baby, give it to me now."

I pulled back then lifted and spread her legs with my arms behind her knees. I slid forward and poised with my head against her pussy lips as I kissed her, covering her face with her own juices. She pulled and pushed and tried to get me inside as I probed her mouth with my tongue then, when she relaxed for a moment, I drove my cock into her juice filled pussy. I slid in with nary a difficulty until all seven inches of my meat was inside her and I felt her twitch in yet another small orgasm. 

"Wait, wait, one second, please, oh too much..." she said as I continued to ravage her mouth with mine. I wrapped her legs around my ass and began to pull out until I was nearly out of her then drive in to the max. "Oh god, yes. Like that, but harder. God dammit, I'm going to cum again. Don't stop, fuck me until you cum. I want to feel it inside me. You are my stud, my loving lovely stud. Fuck me baby, fuck me!!"

My balls constricted but I held it back until we were both nearly out of control then, I pinched one nipple and her breast at the same moment and her pussy contracted around me. "I'm going to cum baby, I'm going to cum in side you."

"God yes, I'm cumming. Fuck me faster!!"

I exploded into her with more cum than I had produced in over thirty years. And both of us twitched and jerked, intertwined with each other, merged with each other, breathing as one. The secrets to the universe unfolded in front of me and I floated in a golden glow of completion, well, that is what it felt like. The reality was more like I collapsed on top of her only stopped from crushing her by a single tenuous elbow and a quarter roll to one side. We kissed as we mutually recovered from the ecstasy that carried us to a place of absolute pleasure.

"Ooo, do it again," Jax said with a smile in her voice.I rolled completely off her, though I dragged her along until she was straddling me while wrapped in my arms. I felt some of our combined juices leaking out of her and down my scrotum. 

"Are you trying to kill me?" I asked with feigned innocence. "I will need at least a few minutes to recover from the best experience in my long life." 

I sat up, forcing her to wrap her legs around me. I was still inside her and even though I was softening, I was still feeling connected to her and wanted to prolong the feeling. So, I stroked her back and looked into her eyes kissing her lightly every few seconds. My penis stopped softening and actually firmed up as we sat without moving. I was reminded of a book I had read, a long time previously, on Tantric Sex. One of the lines of the book said that a women's sex drive begins in her heart and moves to her genitals while a man's sex drive starts in his genitals and moves to his heart. I felt that was happening then. I felt that my sex drive was moving to my heart as I sat on the edge of the bed with this beautiful goddess atop me, connected together by our sex, unmoving but still stimulating one another. We sat in that position for about a half hour before she began to moan again. Her body moved with her pleasure and I began to feel a new feeling for me. It felt like orgasm, but without ejaculation. My body responded with a spasming that was more whole body than focused on my seminal expulsion. I don't really know how to describe the feeling better other than to say it was more than physical, it was transcendent. Her vaginal muscles began to spasm and rippling delight spread through my body in response. I felt my penis engorging more and my head swelled to fill her. Now she started to rock her body with the sensation and leaned back in my arms. I took her breasts in my mouth one at a time and nibbled and licked her breasts. Her excitement level climbed as mine did as well. We had entered a place that was more than I had ever felt before. It was like a merging of two beings into one. I knew where to touch her in the moment and she knew when to stop moving so that I could hold back and breathe into my belly to stop the ejaculation. The pleasure of the moment continued to build and we kept it up for another half an hour (I figured out the time later, in the moment, time simply didn't exist for me) until at last our breathing grew more rapid and our movement faster. With a suddenness that was beyond understanding we exploded into mutual ejaculation. As we ejaculated we stopped moving and simply erupted with pleasure, our organs spasming and cycling the pleasure until we collapsed on the bed and she rolled off me. 

We lay next to one another breathing and recovering from the amazing experience, our fingers laced together on our near side hands. After a few minutes, as my heartbeat calmed, I leaned up on my left side and placed my right hand on her tummy, stroking gently to calm her. 

"I have never felt anything like that in my life," I said to her with a kiss. She smiled and rolled to her side to embrace me. Our bodies touching one another put a twinge in my groin, usually the precursor to an erection, but I was too spent for my body to follow through. 

"My god, Rick," she began, "I had no idea it could feel like that. What was it?"

I related what I knew, which wasn't much, about Tantric sex and we continued to hold one another and caress each other. I can say that I had never spent a more pleasant evening with anyone I had ever known. Looking at the clock, we reconstructed the timeline and determined we had made love for over an hour and orgasmed numerous times in succession for about a half hour. The connection was still there at about one in the morning when I had an idea. 

"So, do you have an objection to giving up this room and staying with me for the rest of the weekend?" I asked. 

She was stroking my semi erect penis at the time and stopped while she thought about it, "I don't know you very well," she said, "but at the same time I feel like I have known you forever and I want to explore that."

I listened as she spoke, my hand circling her nipples and caressing them. 

"I have never gone to bed with someone so quickly," she continued, "I don't know why I did, except maybe I was afraid we'd go our separate ways and never see one another again."

As she mused, I rolled her to her back and half lay on her, my leg thrown across hers, the knee pressed against her mound. 

"I am glad I took a chance. And I think I would be glad to do so again," she said and obviously decided and said, "I'd love to come stay with you for the weekend." 

I kissed her mouth and then her neck and slowly worked my way down to her vagina. I began to eat her again. Her excitement was very high and she began bucking against me nearly at once. Instead of just driving her to an immediate orgasm which was my previous mode of operation, I teased and backed off, then got intense and backed off, then slowly worked her back to heights and backed off again. She was squirming constantly now as I pressed her knees out and apart with my arms and held her in place with them while my hands squeezed and pinched her nipples. Her heels were on the back of my shoulder as once again I raised her excitement, this time slowly. She was moaning with each exhalation now and as she moved close again I stopped. This time, though, I slid up the bed to poise my manhood at her wet hole. My cock was bigger than I had ever seen it, showing a full seven and a half inches with more girth than I had seen before. I still wasn't massive, but it was a noticeable difference for me. I used my hand to spread her juices around her pussy lips and my cock before pressing in and teasing her with just a touch of pressure without entry. 

"Oh god please, shove it in me and fuck me hard. I need hard and nasty right now!!" 

As she said now, I thrust into her until my groin ground into hers. I pulled her legs together and up to my right shoulder as I began to fuck her hard and fast. 

"Oh fuck yes," she said with a moan, "just like that. That's the spot, fuck me baby, shit."




Comic Con Pt. 01



Even after the two huge orgasms I had earlier, I was so ready to go from the stroking and playing that I was ready very soon. Twice I had to stop and breathe while rubbing her thighs to keep her excited. Finally, she reached the point of no return and I let myself top the hill. She cried out as she began to cum and her spasming pussy pulsated to her orgasm dragging me along and I joined with her and we exploded in pleasure again. 

"Oh shit lover," she said, "you feel so good inside me, like we fit together perfectly. Every stroke hitting sensitive spots and the pulsing of your cock is like a trigger for major rises in pleasure. I love the feeling of you cumming inside me too."

This time, my cock softened rather quickly. I am, after all, fifty seven years old. In about two minutes, I slipped out of her and let her relax her body. I went in the bathroom with an admonition to "wait right there" and brought back a warm washcloth and dry towel. I washed the dried and fresh juices from her body and gently cleaned what was leaking out. Then she did the same, though she started with inserting my flaccid member in her mouth, then washing and drying. 

"Okay," I said, "grab your stuff and let's head back to my hotel. Well, our hotel."

She jumped up with the energy of youth and began to pack. She had her garment bag in the closet and she hung the Black Widow costume in it, tossed her stuff in her suitcase, grabbed toiletries and was ready to go before I was dressed.

I looked over at her and said, "Don't you think you will need some clothes for the trip to the other hotel? I mean, I love seeing you naked, and I'm sure everyone else will as well, but..."

She blushed and opened her suitcase to pull out underpants, a pair of short shorts, a tank top and a pair to sandals. I watched her dress and admired her sexy curves. "Damn you are gorgeous, Jax." 

"I bet you say that to all the girls you sleep with on tour," she said with a bit of jest in her voice. 

"Well," I replied and tried to keep the insecurity out of my voice. She had pushed one of my buttons and I wanted to suppress the emotional content, "I actually haven't been with anyone else in almost 15 years."

Evidently, some of my emotion must have slipped through since she stopped before donning her sandals and moved over to where I sat watching on the edge of the bed. She took my head in her hands, looked deep into my eyes and said, "Baby, I was kidding. I just can't wrap my own head around how lucky I feel right now." and she kissed me deeply, without tongue, just a soul exposing kiss from a half dressed woman nearly half my age. "Now, take me to our room so we can make love one more time before we go to sleep." she paused and chuckled, "I have never called it making love before. Usually it is just fucking. But with you, it feels like making love."

I nodded and kissed her tenderly before standing and swatting her luscious ass. "Let's get that oh so sexy ass in gear then!" I said, which caused her to laugh and we shrugged off the moment.

A few minutes later we were in a cab and headed to the apartment when she said, "What are you going to tell the press about us? You know they will ask." 

"Hmm," I replied, "I hadn't thought it out yet. I suppose I should call my publicist and see what she says. Do you have any ideas?" 

"If it was just me, I'd say you're my boyfriend," she said with a little lilt in her voice, "but you are effected too. And I am way younger than you..."

"Well, that sounds great to me," I said, "I've always wanted a sexy, young, gorgeous, young blond girlfriend. Did I mention young and sexy?" She laughed and we made out for a couple of minutes until the driver made the last turn to the hotel. 

"Driver, can you circle the block while I make a call please?" I asked and he assented. 

"I take it you saw the paparazzi at the door?" the driver said, "they are here for J.Lo I think. I dropped her off earlier. They will probably be here all night and until she leaves town. I think I've seen your face before, you a writer or something?"

I nodded as I scrolled my phone looking for my publicist's number and grunted an affirmative.

"They won't hesitate to take any celeb's pic while they're here," he said, "and there isn't really a way in that they don't cover." 

I called my publicist and it rang to voice mail, so I hung up and dialed her again. This time she answered on the fifth ring, "Hello, who is this?" she said sounding irritated and barely awake. 

"Hi Melody, it's Rick Nolan," I said and paused giving her a chance to register my name. 

"Um, Rick, Zebediah pen name?" she said, obviously waking up. 

"Yes, hey look," I explained, "I am in San Diego at ComicCon and I met someone. We are about to go up to my hotel room, I'm at the Hyatt, and there are a bunch of reporters here with camera. They are probably going to take our pictures."

"That's not a big deal," she said sounding a bit terse now. 

"Well, the young lady is a young lady," I said with emphasis on the word young. 

"How young are we talking?" she asked, "You are in your late forties, right?"

"I am 57. She is..." I said, paused and looked at Jax who mouthed 22, "she is 22."

"Oh well, shit," Melody said, "I will have to release something for the morning edition. I have an hour, damn, well, thanks for the heads up. That was well thought out, Mr. Nolan, the calling, not the young lady," she amended. "Although, well done on that score as well. Now I better get a quick story off to the paper. Have a great time in San Diego and I will call you tomorrow or the next day if I need to get more information. Oh, what is the young lady's name, if I can ask?"

"Her name is Jax," I said, and Jax whispered her last name in my other ear, "Jax Monroe."

"Is there anything I need to know right away?" she asked. 

"Nothing," I responded as Jax shook her head. 

"Very well," responded Melody already sounding completely awake and ready to go. 

"Sorry for waking you with this Melody," I said, "I'm afraid that part wasn't well thought out." 

"This is what I am here for, Rick," she said. "Don't worry about it at all. I will see you in New York next month, right? We'll talk more then. Good night."

I hung up and grinned at Jax, then told the driver, "Okay, we can drive up to the main entrance now. Thanks for your help with this."

"Not a problem, sir," he said, "I don't suppose you wrote a self help book for the sexually incompetent did you?"

I laughed out loud and said, "No, but look on the internet for Tantric Sex. There are a couple good sites that have helped me." 

He pulled up to the hotel and I slid my card and added a healthy tip. As I expected, there was a bit of excitement as the reporters took pictures and shouted questions. Most of them probably didn't know who I was or anything about me, but they snapped their pics anyway and would probably pull out their phones to find out all about me. 

We got a bell boy and he loaded Jax's luggage and we headed inside. I paid the difference for the room with another guest for the next three nights and we went up to the room. All the way up in the elevator, Jax could not stop chuckling to herself. After the bellboy was tipped and left, she laughed and said, "Self help book for the sexually incompetent." 

She unloaded her stuff and we took a shower. I could not help but touch throughout and as I got a response, I fingered her until she had another orgasm in the shower. We dried each other off which only elicited a small change from my penis, then lay down in bed holding each other and fell asleep. It was about three in the morning. 

I awoke at around nine thirty to a light knock on the door. I was naked and alone in bed but couldn't see the door to the room from my position. I looked around and saw that my usual mess was somewhat straightened and there was a robe laying on the chair next to the bed a pair of hotel slippers beneath. I took the hint, since I couldn't see any of my clothes and put on the robe which only fell to mid-thigh. I peeked toward the door and saw Jax in a twin to my robe shooing a bell boy or room service person out of the room. Off to one side was a room service tray with a pair of the domed covers for the plates and juice and milk for two. She laughed at something the bell boy must have said and I admired the view. 

The robe was belted tight and bloused a little to show her long bare legs with the fuzzy hotel slippers on her feet. The press of the robe showed off her lovely butt as I crept up behind her. She turned her head just before I put my arms around her and smiled as she closed the door. I folded her in my arms from behind and she leaned back into my embrace turning her head for a quick good morning kiss. By now, my penis was straining to get at her and she couldn't help but feel it pressing against her back. 

"Mmm," she hummed, "someone woke up happy." then she slipped away and moved the plates to the small table, "sit, eat. Then you can brush your teeth and we will have a bit of time to cuddle before you have to get ready."

I sat though, at first, I didn't feel very hungry. Then she removed the covers and underneath were steak, eggs and pancakes. She had also ordered milk and orange juice. My mouth began to water as I smelled and saw the food. 

"I didn't know how you liked your steak, so I got medium but I had them sear it to lock in the juices. And scrambled eggs seemed safe." she said as she set the juice in front of me. I grabbed her and pulled her to my lap then kissed her more soundly. "ewww, eat then brush, then kisses," she said, but then gave me another light kiss on the lips before she finished setting the food out. She loosened her robe as she sat and it fell open to reveal her\self to me. She giggled and said, Incentive," when I didn't immediately start eating. 

We enjoyed the breakfast, the Rib Eyes were wonderful, and I went to brush and shave around my beard and prep for the day. When I came out of the bathroom, I noticed that my Max costume and her Roxie costume were laid out over the two chairs. She was under the covers with a smile on her face. I walked to the bed and sat down next to her which pulled the covers tight showing off her hot young body. I kissed her then and she responded with passion, pushing up against my lips and pulling with her arms. I lifted my hips and pulled the covers down far enough to uncover her chest and licked her tits before breathing on the now wet nipples as my hand snuck down under the covers. Meanwhile, my erection pushed apart my robe and presented itself for inspection. 

"Ooo," she said, "I guess we didn't break him last night." and she wrapped her hand around him and gently stroked my penis. I kissed her again the pushed her face toward my now turgid cock as she pushed the robe open. I removed it when she engulfed my cock in her mouth, then returned my right hand to her pussy. In the past, I had never really been a big fan of receiving a blowjob. Maybe it was a lack of connection or maybe the person on the other side, or perhaps the skill of the woman. Whatever it was, didn't matter. What mattered what how good it was feeling right then and there. I improved my position by half standing and squaring off to her face while she lay over on her side and lifted her left knee. I pressed my moistened fingers into her and began to finger fuck her while she blew me. But I didn't want to cum like this. I wanted to cum inside her again. She mewled as I pulled from her mouth but I gave her no time to complain. I grabbed her left leg and pulled her to me where I knelt on the bed. With one motion I pierced her vagina and bottomed out inside her. Both of us groaned with pleasure at the merging of our bodies and I began sliding out to the tip then back in with a long slow stroke. 

"So, this is what you call cuddling?" I asked

"Oh shit, that's good..." she replied and paused as I hammered three times, "Do that doggie style, oh fuck."

I stood and rolled her to her hands and knees before bumping against her anus and pussy a few times as if deciding, then I pushed into her moist pussy and began to long stroke her and every few strokes to slam into her five times or so, then slow and repeat. I was afforded a beautiful view of her ass, one of my favorite attributes of a woman, as I continued to alternate my strokes and pushed against her cervix. 

"Oh god, so fucking deep," she moaned, "You have the nicest cock. I feel full and pleasured with every stroke."

I continued to drive into her and she began meeting every thrust allowing me to shorten my own motion and conserve my energy. But the view of her in front of me and the feel of her pulsating pussy was carrying me like a tidal wave. When she came, it was all I could do to hold off until she finished, but I wanted more, more, more!

After her orgasm, I let her collapse forward and flipped her over again. Her tits bounced from the treatment and I pushed her legs up until I could reach past them and pinch her nipples. As I grabbed them in a pinch, I pushed into her again. I angled myself until I could feel her nearly jerk with each drive in and knew I found her G spot. The position wasn't the most pleasant as I squatted slightly, so I lifted her ass off the bed and began to drive with a fast rhythm. She bucked beneath me as I stimulated her nerve cluster and soon we were both on the edge again. I pushed her knees up and apart and drove my lips to hers as I pistoned even faster. This time, I was first and she followed right behind as the feeling of me squirting inside her pushed her over the line and we both came. For me, the earth moved and my perception of life changed. I pumped for the longest I could remember pumping while her nubile young body spasmed around and against me. 

Two minutes later I was still twitching inside her and she was working on her third little orgasm when she said, "You have to pull out. I can't stop cumming. Oh my god." 

I pulled from her with a slight pop and we both sighed. I lay down next to her and took her in my arms. She rolled over to spoon with me and turned her head so we could kiss tenderly. I gently caressed her until she calmed and I rolled to my back. She faced me then draped a leg and arm across me while laying her head into my shoulder. 

"Damn," she said, "I don't know how you do it, but your touch excites me so much I just lose it." Then she peered up at me until I looked down into her eyes, "I think that's it. You pay attention. When I am here, with you, whatever I do, you see and react or accept. It is not something I am used to. No boy has ever paid that much attention to me. I mean, they all promise it, but when push comes to shove," she said with a pelvic thrust against my leg, "they just don't. You, you don't stop."

"Well, they are boys. I am a man. And a man knows how to treat a woman or he isn't much of a man." I said and idly stroked the small of her back as I kissed her raised mouth. "Is there anything special you want to do today?"

"I want to be with you all day and enter the Masquerade with you." she said, "Then I want to come back here, to this wonderful, huge hotel room and make mad passionate love with you."

"Your wish is my command," I replied with a grin.

"Now, let's shower and get ready." she said, "I can't wait to walk into the Con on your arm."

We showered but didn't do anything beyond the soaping, scrubbing and rinsing. We were already short on time and she wanted me in costume all day which meant the body tint. She insisted on helping me and got the tint all over my body, though I usually kept it to just my arms, hands and head. The slight green tint was perfect in tone and evenness as I sat to dry. I got to watch her get ready, which got me hard again. First she put on a set of dark tan panty hose and the silver hot pants. She donned the midriff baring stretchy silver tank top and covered it with a short red vest, open in front. She strapped on the holster and gun collection, a lifelike pair of pink blasters strapped down to her thighs and the knee high sliver and red boots with the knee guard. Last, she put on the wig with the mid back length hair and applied makeup. While she was applying her makeup, I dressed in a pair of tight black boxer briefs, a tight black tank top and Marshall's leathers in a light brown color. Over them I wore a double gun belt, light brown army boots and the Galactic Marshall badge. With the green tint on my skin and my silvery green hair, I looked like an older version of Max. 

When we were all set and ready to go, we stopped and looked in the mirror. I whistled in appreciation for both our outfits and said, "I don't care what anyone says, you're my Roxie," and I kissed her carefully to avoid smudging her makeup.

She smiled and I was struck with her beauty yet again. How did I get so damn lucky? I had no idea, but I was going to ride that train to the last damn station. 

"You know," she said, "I always had the impression that you liked Roxie the best."

I laughed and confirmed her impression, "Roxie was always my favorite, that is totally true. A lot of people miss it and think it is Sue or Emily. But we'll have to see how people perceive it after the current book and the three that come after."

"Three more after? Wow," she said. 

" I am almost done with number five already and I have a basic idea on number six, though I am not big on using outlines or defining the story ahead of time. I usually write it all as I go."

"Oh wow, that is intense," she said, "I wrote some short stories and I just couldn't pull them all together in the end, the thread just unraveled and someone told me an outline is what I needed."

"Well," I said thoughtfully, "I noticed you came from Spokane, like me," and I interjected, "luggage tags," then continued, "Maybe when we get home, you can come over and I can help you get started."

She squealed and jumped into my arms locking her mouth to mine, "If you keep that up, we'll be late after I throw you on the bed and have my way with you."

She checked herself in the mirror, fixed her lipstick and we headed out. I picked up the paper from the tray as I wheeled it into the hall. "I don't see a tag for the room service," I said. 

"Oh, I picked it up. You saved me a couple hundred dollars so far between hotel and meals and the taxi from the airport," she said, "so I used some of it."

"Well, thank you," I said, "But I don't want you to spend any more than you have to for the rest of the weekend. It would make me quite pleased if you would allow me to treat you for the rest of the Con." 

"Okay, but I will have to make that up to you," she said. 

"You don't, but thanks for thinking it," I explained, "I just got a big royalty check and an advance on the new book, so I am flush right now and in the mood to lavish you with prizes and ... well, you get the idea." I had been about to say love and I wasn't sure yet how that would be received. Not only that, I needed to examine what I was feeling and make sure it wasn't just lust. This young lady was barely over a quarter my age. I doubt she would or could love an old geezer like me.

She took my arm and we went out the hotel door. I noticed a crowd in the lobby and saw Jennifer Lopez surrounded by her entourage. I was sure she looked over at us briefly before going back to whatever she was saying. We exited the hotel to a hail of pictures and questions for Miss Monroe. Jax blushed when she heard her name, but I continued to walk and she followed, the heels on her boots clacking beside me. We walked across the street to the convention center and the paparazzi lost interest hoping to catch a pic of J.Lo. I pulled her new tag from my kit and hooked it to a button hole on her vest, then pulled out the my celeb tag and put it on as well. We stopped just short of the entrance and off to the side. 




Comic Con Pt. 02



This Part II of a short series I wrote to try and capitalize on the whole ComicCon theme. Like most of my stories, I hope to receive feedback like things that were especially liked and or disliked. I don't really do mean, but I do enjoy constructive criticism. If there is something you don't like, please tell me what could be done instead. All characters are participating in the fictional story of their own free will. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy it. 

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The signing went well. Of course Roxie was approached on more than one occasion for an autograph though she insisted she was just a cosplayer. Finally, someone asked me where the Black Widow was. I laughed and said, "Oh Roxie here was Natasha yesterday. She is multi-talented." 

After that, Jax got a lot more attention. I let her know not to sign autographs, "You really shouldn't sign any autographs just yet." I placed my hands on her thighs, "It really can be lucrative and you don't want to give up some that will go for a thousand dollars or more on the internet for free. If you wait, there will be more and then you won't get price gougers, technically stealing from your fans."

Then I kissed her lightly and turned back to the table. The Con sold all of the books they had available and one of the vendors had the forethought to bring a case as well and in the end, only two were left. David Webster was there, smiling and laughing with his fans. After the signing, he and his wife came over. 

"I read your first book last night,' said David and his wife chimed in with "we". "I have to admit I enjoyed it very much. I was pleasantly surprised and that doesn't happen often. If you don't mind, I may approach my publicist and see about making a comment for your books." 

"Mind," I said with a laugh, "I wouldn't mind at all. You are one of my favorite authors." 

"Tomorrow, we don't have anything scheduled. We thought we'd hang here and then our flight is the next day at noonish. Would you like to join us for dinner tomorrow night?"

"I will if you let me treat," I responded seeing Jax's nod when I checked with her. David was about my age, but his wife was younger and both of them were friendly and I liked them. 

We went over to make sure we would get placed in the Grand Parade into the Masquerade. They set us up with a spot and gave us numbers for the vote. We had about an hour to kill, so we went to the Green room and had a couple sandwiches that were passable. As we sat, Jax talked about Diane and David. 

"You know, they are quite nice people," she said, "she is really funny and smart. And did you notice she looks like the description of David's main character?"

"No, I didn't notice that at all," I said, "but I guess it would make sense. He wrote his books about ten years ago. He mentioned they had been married for twelve years." 

"You know, there is like this whole world behind the scenes that I never knew existed." she said to me and hugged my arm. "I think this is the best Con I have ever been to in my life."

"How long have you been going to Cons?" I asked.

"Um, let's see, my first one was when I was fourteen, so eight years ago," she said, "though, in just two months there will be the first Con to which I went, so almost nine." She smiled at the memory. "The first Con was a birthday present from my Mom." 

"Sounds like she was a cool Mom," I said, then her face kind of scrunched up. 

"She... she died," Jax replied with a small sniffle, but she didn't expand upon it. 

"I'm sorry, I know how hard that can be," I said my mind going to my dead wife and mother. "I lost my mother six years ago and my wife almost three. The hurt is still there. Not as bad, but still it is like a hole in my life that can't be filled." 

She hugged me and I held her for a while until she got herself sorted out. She looked up at me and I grabbed a tissue and cleaned up the running mascara. Once I finished I kissed her softly on the lips and said, "You may want to reapply some of your makeup. Do you have it with you?"

She smiled weakly and replied, "I do, look." Then she pulled one of the pistols from the holster and ejected the 'power pack'. It opened to reveal a small makeup case. She kissed me harder and said, "Thanks. I don't think I've really had anyone understand what it is like before. You are one of the best things that has ever happened to me." 

Then she fled to the ladies room and was gone for quite a little while before she came back. She was once again her bubbly self and clung to me. We were alone in the room so I turned her to me before we left it. "Look," I said, "right now, you want to get back into the fun. I get that. But we will talk about this later. You didn't scare me or turn me off. If anything, I feel closer to you and I am okay with that." then I leaned down and kissed her. It was hard and passionate and afterwards, she had to touch up her lipstick. But in the middle, I felt a kind of relaxation that was a release of the tension in her body. 

"Thanks, lover," she said when she was done with the retouch. "I think, I think, oh hell, I think I may be falling for you. If that scares you off, I understand."

"It doesn't scare me, baby," I said as I held her hands in mine, "I was thinking that earlier. But we can go as slow or quick as you want. For now, let's have some fun." We left the Green room together but not touching. She was very nearly sex incarnate as she walked and I was cool thunder ready to draw and shoot at a moments notice. 

There were three other Marshalls in the Grand Parade, one Paulette, who was just a bit too short, and a JJ with her strappy armor showing all kinds of skin. None of them were up to Jax's standard though. I knew Jax made all her own costumes and frankly, they were as professional looking as you could hope. My leathers were made by a professional and I'd bet she could do at least as good a job. 

"That's him!" "There he is, the real Max Hunter!" and other similar statements could be heard as we walked through the crowd in the Grand Parade. I heard more than a dozen comments about my Roxie as well. "She is so hot!" "I want to have that outfit!" and "Where are the others? I see Roxie." "Oh hey, that's Jax Monroe, with Zebediah Guillotine, where's my phone!"

We made it inside and I was surprised to see Diane Webster come in not far behind us. She was dressed in a military like uniform with the symbol for the Grayson Navy on it. It was form fitting and hugged her ass in a way that was totally hot. I pointed her out to Jax. 

"Wow, she's looking hot," she said, "Do you see David? Hmm, wait here." 

She moved quickly to Diane's side and pulled her over to where I was standing. Diane had gotten sandwiched between a couple gropers and had been unable to escape until Jax 'accidentally' stomped on one guys foot. 

As they got to us, they were giggling. I heard Diane say, "I liked it, to a degree. But I wanted more say in the proceedings." Then she saw me and kissed me, hard. She was taller than Jax who was about the right height for the diminutive Roxie. Diane could easily have been the amazonian Paulette. It was obvious she thought so as well. "I just wish I had a Paulette costume. I'd love to hang on that other arm." then she did anyway. 

The judging was next and the voting judges all reviewed us one by one and in couples. I kept Diane with us and Jax was smiling as she gave the judges our names and relation. In the end, Jax won the best female costume, I won male and a Spider-man/Kitty Pryde couple won the group prize. Diane was number three in the female category. 

"Maybe next time, you could show more skin," said Jax, "I'd help you with a costume design. Who made yours?" 

"I made it myself. I feel like that is how it is supposed to be done," she answered and hugged the smaller woman. "I still think the sarong and bikini top with the blue Centil skin would be awful wicked. Especially next to the authentic Roxie and Max."

The music started soon after and the ball was in full swing. At one point we asked Diane where David was at and she responded, "Well, David got sick a few years ago. It was a cancer that was destructive in nature. He can't, well, he just can't any more. When we are at these things, he gets very tired but insists that I go out and have a good, uh, well, you know, a good time." 

She blushed and I excused myself to get the girls drinks. When I returned Diane was on the dance floor and Jax took me aside, "We need to help her. David thinks she goes out at these Cons and gets laid. But she hasn't done it even once. But she needs it. She loves him and can't get past the lack of knowing a person. She needs to be connected. She won't fuck, but she will make love." 

"What are you suggesting?" I asked.

"I am suggesting that we take her to our room and make love with her. She is such a nice person and is in so much need right now. She is having a difficult time with all of it and it is driving her crazy." She came into my arms and looked up at me, "I would like to do this for her, with you. I've fantasized about it before and well, we're having fun, we may be falling for each other. But she has only the love and not the pleasure. We can give her pleasure can't we? Will you help me?"

I looked into her eyes, earnest with desire and question. Now my natural response would be no, I am not usually socially capable enough to enter into this kind of relationship. But the hypnosis must be working because I said yes. 

"You know what, at this point, I'd do most anything you ask me. I will do this for you and for her." I leaned down and kissed her. Diane returned then and looked like she would turn and walk away. I grasped her arm and pulled her back. She turned and I pulled her into my embrace. A slow song came on and I said, "I think it is my dance." 

I took her to the dance floor and held her close. She pressed against me and we danced until I felt her breathing deepen and she tucked her head against my shoulder. My cock made its presence known as we danced ad she grinned as she looked up at me. "Jax told you." she said. 

"Yes, she did," I responded, "We would be honored if you would allow us to help you with your problem. Tonight. Now if you are ready." 

"This is unexpected, but desired as well. Give me a minute to talk to Jax and then we can leave when you are ready." I kissed her cheek and walked her back to Jax. I stood there until my erection calmed and then excused myself and went to the Paulette cosplayer. 

"Your costume is very good," I said, "But I think JJ or Stix would be closer to your size. Or you could try Sue, you'd be a sexy doctor." 

She was surprised by the attention but took it in stride. She told me her name, Jessica something, and we talked for a few minutes. Then I asked her about the skin color. It turned out she used the same brand I did which is probably one of the best on the market. She had some in her purse and I bought it from her for twice what it costs, danced a dance with her, kissed her cheek and returned to Jax and Diane. Jax looked at me when I returned and I flashed her a view of the blue skin color. She smiled and we left the ball. I gave my prize to Diane and we crossed the street. As we neared the entrance, Diane took off her tag and let go of my arm. We went in to the hotel past the paparazzi without incident. 

On the elevator, there was an older couple riding up a few floors. When they got off, I pulled out the Skin Tint and showed it to Diane. She blushed and I pushed her up against the wall. "So you read in the book that Paulette and Roxie were lovers, right?" I asked her while I unbuttoned her 'uniform' coat. "I always wondered what was under one of these." 

Jax moved closer and pulled Diane's head down to kiss her. Diane moaned as they kissed and I got the jacket open. Beneath it, she had a black form fitting tank top that was actually part of the dress pants, with built in bra-like support. I held her coat in one arm and cupped her ass and watched while Jax squeezed her tits. Diane's C cup breasts were larger than Jax's small Bs. We returned to propriety as the elevator stopped on our floor. Jax took her hand and led her to our suite. Once inside, Jax pulled the straps off Diane's shoulders and freed her tits. 

"I haven't ever done this before," Jax said to Diane, "Let me know if I do something you don't like." Then she captured a breast and took the nipple in her mouth and began to lick and suck. I helped Diane take off her shoes and pulled the uniform bottoms off, dragging her underwear with it. As I stood, I ran my hand up her leg past her pussy, rubbing through her small triangle of pubic hair then pressing on her belly button. She looked over and me and I winked then kissed her hard and fast. She was a good kisser, responsive and explorative. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and we played tag with each other. 

I finally broke the kiss and said, "Jax." I handed her the can of Body Tint and said, "Why don't you help Paulette get ready. Then leave her to dry and come to the bed." 

"Okay, Rick," she said and kissed me hard, "I am so turned on right now." Then she drug Diane along with her to the bathroom. They didn't close the door, I mean why. So I could hear her saying. "Okay, Diane, I did this earlier for Rick. It is easiest if you just stand in the bathtub." She sprayed and lifted one breast then the other to get the underside. "You are so sexy, Diane. I've never been attracted to a woman before. But look feel, I am all wet." This was followed by a gasp and a short silence. "Okay, enough. I need to finish this so we can play."

My text went off then. I was a bit surprised because only a few people have my text number. I checked and it was a text from David. It read: 

I know what you are doing for Diane. I appreciate it. She is a very sexual woman. Since I got sick, she hasn't had someone to help her with that. I want you to know that you have my respect, admiration, permission and thanks for what you are doing. Weird as that may sound. We'll talk tomorrow. I don't expect her back tonight. Let's meet for breakfast around 10, all four of us.

I moved to the other side of the room and let Jax and Diane have a bit of privacy while she became Paulette. Jax came out a few minutes later and I was in my skivvies. Jax stripped down also and we kissed for a bit. Diane came out looking sexy as hell in her blue skin. She was naked and a little self conscious. I pulled off my underwear and stood, walked to her and took her hand. 

"I am afraid I am not eleven inches," I said indicating my turgid seven and a half inches of cock. 

"God, I am so glad of that, David was eight and it was sometimes too much." she said as she absently grasped my cock and started to gently pull it. 

"It won't get any bigger," I said, "but it might go off if you aren't careful. You are one beautiful woman and having you tug my cock is sexy as hell. But I want to make sure you cannot walk tomorrow." 

I led her to the bed and lay her down. Jax and I played with her for a long time, stroking her and finding her hot spots. Diane was very interested in cock though she stuck a couple fingers inside Jax until I went down on her. At that point, she lost all track of everything else. Jax made love to her breasts then moved down next to me and watched for a second the scooted up and gave it a try. I gave a couple pointers and soon she was licking Diane's pussy like she was born to it. Diane got her first orgasm then while I was finger fucking Jax. I pulled my dripping fingers up to Diane's mouth and had her clean them off. 

"How does Jax taste, Diane?" I asked, "would you like to lick her pussy?"

Diane nodded still gulping breath from her orgasm. I pulled Diane up and kissed her soundly while Jax positioned herself. I gave Diane pointers as well and demonstrated on the tasty pussy laid out before us. I encouraged Diane to enjoy it by punctuating her successes with stokes on her clit and pussy. When I thought she had it down, I told her to stick her fingers in and concentrate on Jax's clit. Diane's ass was in the air and her juices were running down the insides of her legs. I spread her legs a little bit and pushed inside her. She gasped and flapped her mouth a few times, as I speared her. I reminded her to keep licking and began to stroke her pussy. At 34, Diane's pussy was tight and juicy. I began to move faster as Jax's stimulation grew, trying to match us all up. I played with Diane's clit and let it go when necessary. Jax was first to cum with just a little squirt covering Diane's face. I pulled out and flipped Diane over. Nothing excites me as much as missionary and pressing against my partner while I bring her to orgasm. Jax kissed her then me and I tasted Jax on both their faces and I kissed them. 

Jax moved away a bit and said, "No, Rick. Fuck her like there is no tomorrow. She can feel you inside her but can't let go. Make her let go." 

I angled down a bit and pulled her knees up and apart, "Am I deep enough in you?" 

"Any... deeper and... you'd be... choking me..." she grunted out. 

"Your pussy feels like heaven, Diane. I will do this for you any time you need it. Jax will help and we will love you like you need. Now hold your legs there." I moved her hands to hold her legs and kissed her again before I knelt up and shoved one thumb in her ass and rubbed her clit with the other. 

"Oh god yes, Rick, fuck me, Jax, Jax, kiss me beauty," she cried out and we assaulted her, pushing her up and over the hump to thrill. She cried out my name then Jax's then David's and burst into a huge orgasm. I couldn't take the sensation as she began to squeeze my cock with her pussy and I came. I spurted at least eight or nine squirts of cum into her pussy. 

"Yes, Diane," I said, 'This is my seed, claiming you, marking my territory. Now you are one of my girls."

"Oh god, Rick!: she exclaimed as she started to cum again, "Jax, Rick, love me, love me!"

We came together, Diane and I then we turned on Jax and made her cum with our fingers and tongues. We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs. A few minutes later, Diane tried to extricate herself. 

"I should get back before David starts to worry." she said as she tried to push past my arms. 

"No," I said, "David texted me earlier. He thanked me and told me to make sure you got all you needed and that he didn't expect you home tonight. We will have breakfast with him at ten in the restaurant downstairs."

"Oh my god," she said, " I think I love you two and I love my David so much. I know you are probably done with me for the night now. So I can go sleep in the other bed." 

"Don't you dare move, woman," I said. 

"We aren't done with you yet, Diane," said Jax. She looked at the clock and continued, "It is only midnight. we have you for hours still. I've seen a few things in porn films I want to try with you and I want to see him fuck you some more while you are licking me. We are so, not done with you and your body hasn't even started to release has it?" 

Diane shook her head no, "I... I... don't know... what to say." 

"Don't say anything, just let's get down there and suck that beautiful cock together." 

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The rest of the evening went beautifully. Diane nearly passed out from all the pleasure and I managed to cum far more than I had in years. We fell asleep around two in the morning and I woke them up in the morning eating Diane's and then Jax's pussy while they made out and rubbed each other's tits. Then Jax made Diane straddle me, stating that she could have me later and Diane needed that one last orgasm. But I wasn't ready for another orgasm yet this morning though I was able to maintain an erection and got Diane off with one more big orgasm. Then I held them both, one straddling each knee and we made out with each other. 




Comic Con Pt. 02



"You girls know that you have changed my life, right?" I said, "Never, ever before, have I felt so incredibly virile and desired. Never have I been with even one woman as beautiful as either one of you. I am humbled, grateful and more than a little in love with your both." 

"Have you ever read 'Stranger in a Strange Land'?" asked Diane. I nodded but Jax shook her head. "It is about a man that was raised by martians and returns home to Earth. He has ideas that are different and one of them is what the author called polyamory. The idea was based around the concept that loving isn't a one on one thing, it is all encompassing. When we love someone, we love and it doesn't restrict our ability to love someone else. I think, I think that is what I am feeling. I love David, I love him like breathing. But, I am or probably have, fallen for both of you as well. I would love for you to come visit us. This is the last stop for us this year and I don't know if David will tour next year. This has been so hard on him."

Jax spoke up, "I hear you both and wonder how anyone could not love you. Diane, I look at you and see everything I want to be as a woman. You are smart, pretty, loyal and you turn me on so much. I want to be like you, learn from you and love you. Rick, I never knew that I could feel like you have made me feel this weekend. Every fiber of my being yearns to be with you, to be close to you, to... to love you. You are older than my father, but you feel like a mate to my soul. You are, in so many ways, the one person I can love forever. I don't want it to end." 

I pulled them both in tight and we kissed some more. Then we went to the shower and cleaned up. A knock on the door a little after nine found a bus boy with a small overnight bag for Mrs. Webster. 

"This is not my luggage," she told us, then started to open it. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the naked Jax onto my lap. David had packed a new outfit for her in the bag and had it delivered. In it was a red thong and a sun dress and a tiny red bra that was meant only to lift a bit and leave the nipples and most of the breast exposed. She put it all on for us then the heeled sandals. She was gorgeous, glowing with a post-coital glow and exuding the feeling of a loved, happy woman. I made her stand in front of the window and we took pictures of her sexy self and the sun revealing her beautiful body. In the bottom of the bag was a small purse with the makeup she needed for the day. I called room service and gave them the Honor Harrington outfit. Had them take it to dry cleaning and return it to the Webster's room, all on my bill. 

Jax was struggling with what to wear. She had a lot of not so dressy clothes and two evening wear level outfits. I pulled out a pair of slacks and a button up shirt. "Jax baby, if you were home, what would you wear? I don't need you to be anything other than who you are. You have a Jax style and that was what I found interesting, remember?" She bounced over and kissed me. 

"It may look a little punky," she said, "that okay?" 

"Baby, what you wear is like frosting. I love to look at it, taste it and eventually eat it all up," I smiled and told her while playing with her still naked body. Diane came over and started looking through what she had. 

"I may have to shop a bit, some of these are great. I don't know if I can pull them off though," said Diane. 

Then the two of them started piecing together an outfit and I went to the bathroom and shaved, trimmed, primped and stayed out of the way. When I came out, Jax was a knockout. She was wearing knee high boots, square toed with a slight heel below white tights. Her purple skirt was short and accented with a scarf tied on like a belt in a red leopard spot pattern. Her top was layered with a white leotard under a red crop top under a purple vest that matched the skirt. She had on all her bangles and the Bajoran earring with dangles in the other ear and a black ribbon chocker with a dangling purple amethyst in the center. Her blond hair was combed across to one side and her eyes were heavily lined with a little color, purple on the lids matching her purple lips. 

I stood there gaping like a fish until she sidled up to me and said, "Cat got your tongue stud? Cause you're going to need it later." then she kissed me and I checked, no panties. 

"Shit woman, you're going to kill this dirty old man," I said. 

"Not likely," she replied, "I think you're going to live a long time." 

And out the door we went. Last day of the con, and breakfast with David first. When we walked into the dining room, a pair of paparazzi looked up from their breakfast and snapped our pictures. They were promptly escorted out of the establishment. We joined David at the table and both Jax then Diane gave him a kiss as I held chairs for them and they sat. Dianne scooted close to her husband and held his hand. 

"Well, David, I'd kiss you too if it wouldn't cause a stir," I said and looked at the menu like it was just another statement I'd made. Then I looked up with a smile and said, "You and your wife are phenomenal people sir. I hope to live more like you both for the rest of my life."

David smiled and glanced at Diane who said, "I invited them to come visit, if you don't mind. I was thinking either Thanksgiving or Christmas if they don't have family commitments." and he nodded, a bit choked up and a single tear rolling down his cheek.  

Diane kissed him again and patted his hand then picked up her menu and we let the moment pass into memory. I ordered steak and eggs, with potato and biscuit and a tall glass of milk. Dianne ordered the same and Jax ordered pork chops and eggs instead. We chatted about the con, David had enjoyed himself but mentioned it was probably his last one. I told them both it was my first and they were amazed. 

Breakfast was good and afterward, David hugged me to say goodbye. They were leaving for the airport and heading home. He made me promise to make the plans to come and we agreed upon Thanksgiving. I pulled our badges out of my pockets and we walked over to the con. Now the paparazzi, at least those that were still there after J.Lo left, all snapped our pictures as we left the hotel, Jax with her arm in mine. And I knew the tabloids would probably have fun with it, but I didn't care. 

The rest of ComicCon was fun. I had no commitments that day so we sat in a couple panels, one about the new D&D Next and we even sat in and played for a couple hours. I played a Druid while she picked a Barbarian. By the end, the others at the table were laughing and infected by her bubbly personality. Two of the guys shook my hand and said how lucky I was to have her and I whole heartedly agreed. We stayed past the end to the post production talking and thanked all the people that put it on. Jax got a free pass for the next year I let everyone take their picture with me. 

We changed Jax's early Monday flight to Tuesday on my flight and I upgraded both tickets to first class. Then we went shopping on Monday and she picked out some clothes. One outfit was almost exactly what Diane had worn that Sunday morning, though she skipped the bra. 

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When we got home, Jax sublet her apartment and came to live with me. I put her on the payroll as my personal assistant which let her quit her job, still make a living and gave me a tax write off. I admit that I spoiled her silly until one day she told me to stop. 

"Look, I know you love me," she said, "you don't have to buy me stuff. Just hug me or kiss me or tell me. Take me to dinner, out to a club or down to the game store. I love you and I just want to be around you, okay?" 

"I can do that, but..." I said and she looked up at me as I paused, "I want to marry you. So, will you marry me?" 

She squealed and jumped into my lap, "Yes," she kissed me, "yes," kiss, "yes, yes yes," and punctuated each yes with a kiss. I pulled out the ring I had bought her. It was an engraved band with a small round stone on top set flush styled to look like the death star. The ring was engraved with sci-fi insignia from Star Trek and Star Wars and Doctor Who. And on the inside was a message, 'To the one who loves me so well. Jax, I love you."

I put it on her finger and we made love. We did that a lot. Far more than I ever thought possible. I stayed in contact with David and was glad we set the get together for Thanksgiving. My sons met Jax and of course they liked her, but weren't sure about the getting married part, since she was so young. But they eventually figured I'd do what I wanted regardless. So, they at least accepted it. Zach loved her to pieces and she took to him with a maternal instinct that was unmatched. 

Diane and I set up the wedding near their house for while we were visiting and I asked my sons if they wanted to fly out for it because I wanted David there and his doctor said no travel. So, I made arrangements for my sons, their spouses and my grandson to come with and rented a house for them all to stay in. We found out that my other son's wife was pregnant at the time, because, you know, morning sickness. 

We had a beautiful wedding, a short ceremony with a walk in the snow and a pagan theme. We took no honeymoon, because all our life was a honeymoon. Thanksgiving day we spent with David and Diane. My kids didn't know them, but by the end of the day, we were all laughing together. Diane was a wonderful hostess and David was in good spirits though he was physically flagging. My kids were going home the next morning, and we were staying through the weekend. So, we spent the night in the rental and closed it all up in the morning, said goodbye to the kids and headed over to the Webster's house where we were staying for the rest of the weekend.

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"So, David," I asked, "How's the new book coming?" 

"Oh, I'm almost done," he said. "What about Jax? Is she writing now?" 

"She is, we have partial manuscript out to a publisher. But don't sidestep. You have what, two books, one complete and the other close? What's going on, my friend?" I asked.

"The story isn't complete. I need to do one more after this and it will be done." he said. I waited and just looked at him. Eventually, he continued. "The doctors say six months maximum. After four, they believe my brain will be affected. I have to finish this for Diane, and Rick, I have a favor to ask." 

I could not imagine what they were feeling, David was bound to his wheelchair and IV now. He had a nurse that came in four times a day for meds and checks. His wife, the love of his life, was worried, I could tell. He was worried, but in some way, at peace. "I'll do anything within my power David," I told him. 

"We tried," he said, "They harvested and tried but my sperm are not hardy enough. We can't have a baby together. But she wants a baby so bad. We thought we had time, that I could..." he paused as the emotion took him, "We thought I'd be able to father a child but later, later and now, it is too late. Diane went off birth control a few months ago. We would like you to get her pregnant and we'll call the baby mine." 

"Wow, David, wow," I said. I was choked up myself now. He was asking me to father his child and that was big. 

"If it is too much," he said, "I'd understand. But Diane, I love her, with every part of me. She wants a baby and it is my fault she doesn't have one, my fault. I should have given her one five years ago when she asked. But we were happy and I was scared."

"David," I said stopping him, "I would be honored to provide the genetic material for your baby."

He relaxed, visibly settling into the chair. "So, what about Jax?" he asked. "Does she want a baby too? Will you have a baby with her also? I... I ask because, well, I'd like Diane's baby to have someone his or her own age as a companion." 

"What are Diane's plans, um, after?" I asked. 

"Well, I was hoping you would, um, take her in and love her." he said. "She is already half in love with you and, like I said, I want her happy." 

I stood and walked to the bar. I poured a little juice, the lime pineapple that I liked so much and Diane made sure was on hand, "You like to ask hard favors, don't you?" I asked. 

"I have to, Rick," he said, "I'm going to die, soon."

I turned around and moved back to him. I pulled the chair closer and sat in front of him, "I don't want any of your money. Make sure you give it all to the baby, or her and the baby. If I do this, I will do it like the Mormons do and she will be Jax's sister wife. She will not be second in anything. She already has a piece of my heart, both of you do. She will be my wife, just like Jax is my wife. I will even have a ceremony, private obviously." 

He reached out and clasped my forearm, "You are a good friend, Rick. You know, I almost didn't go to that ComicCon. I went in spite of my doctors."

"I am awful glad you did, my friend," I said and sat back. We sat in silence for a while until the girls deemed that we'd been alone long enough and came in. 

David explained the conversation and Diane and Jax both cried. Jax sniffed and said, "I may already be pregnant. I went off birth control a month ago and we have been hoping since then. I made him promise to let me tell though, so he couldn't say anything. Anyway, I am a couple days late, but we won't know for another week or so." 

David and Diane were ecstatic and I said, "Well, I'm not getting any younger." We talked for a while just chatting among friends. I was amazed that we were so close. We didn't know each other well or even long, but we were so relaxed we talked about everything. the biggest subject was Jax and I playing D&D in a local group at our home. Both of them were interested in our impressions about gaming versus writing and reading. 

We were having a wonderful conversation when Nurse Helga came in and it was time for David to go to bed. 

The three of us moved to the couch and I was surrounded by my girls. Diane was struggling a bit and I wrapped her in my arms. "Are you okay, beautiful?" I asked. 

"No," she said, her voice thick with unshed tears, "I don't know how I am going to do it. He's going to die and I'll be all alone." 

I put my finger to her lips, "No, you won't. I am going to talk to his Doctors on Monday, you'll get me in to see them. I am going to move you both to my house, it is plenty big enough. The two of you will spend his last days there with us. Then, exactly one year after his death, you will become my wife and we will live out his wishes, that you be happy and fulfilled. You will have a baby to raise and live in a house filled with joy and laughter with two people, Jax and I, who love you just how you are." 

Then she burst into tears and cried for a little while. I finally kissed away the last of them and she looked at me demurely before saying, "Can you show me how that's going to work now?" 

=====================================

The three of us made love and fell asleep together in the big beautiful bed. By the end of our time there, Diane was sure she was pregnant and we got a valid test for Jax. David and Diane moved in with Jax and I within the month and spent nearly the whole year together. David died in November. He lived to see my daughter by Jax, who we named Hope, and the daughter we said was his that we named, Joy. I finished my series of books and David finished his last book which was a blockbuster. Then Jax finished her trilogy of books, Dark Fantasy, based loosely on a future where supernatural creatures are part of everyday life. We went to every ComicCon together and at least half a dozen other similar conferences every year, always dressed as Max Hunter, Roxie and Paulette. The girls always had such fun with it, and we were instantly recognized.



Comic Con Virgin 4: Alison & Olivia



Sunday, July 21, 2013

I was in a hurry more than usual as I ate my breakfast in the outdoor dining area. I even cut down on jacking off from Scarlett, since I wanted to eat fast and get in line for my last Comic Con panel.

Of course, I forgot that when I saw someone familiar eating nearby. This time, it happened to be geek favorite Olivia Munn. I'd seen her around the convention a bunch of times, but I'd been too occupied to greet her.

I pondered whether I had to time to greet her now – although 'greeting' celebrities had worked well lately. But I stopped myself from thinking that far. Not because I was still timid or that I wouldn't want to do more than 'greet' Olivia, but because there wouldn't be time.

However, if I didn't waste any more time thinking to myself, there might be time for a regular meet and greet. Heck, it might even be funny to have one signature from someone who didn't bang me later. What else could I do but laugh?

Resolved to just laugh, I got up, took out my ever present pen and notepad and headed to Olivia's table. She was sitting alone, wearing a flattering white shirt and jeans, but I didn't need to get bogged down in that. "Hi," I got her attention. "Do you mind?"

Once she saw my pen and pad, she responded, "No, sure, of course not." I took that to be a yes and handed her my tools – writing tools. As it predictably turned out, she turned to the page with both Scarlett and Cobie's signatures. "Wow, you got lucky already," Olivia commented.

I forced my face to stay still, or at least not blush, but it didn't work completely. "Yeah, I guess so," I admitted halfway. "In fact, I'm hoping to get luckier today," I went on to change the subject, although getting "luckier" today didn't need to sound dirty, for my sake.

But after leaving that kind of hint, I had to clear it up a little, so I explained, "I'm actually trying to eat fast and get to the Community panel. Welcome back Dan Harmon and all." Olivia nodded in understanding as she signed my pad, and then I lit up and realized, "And see one of your old co-stars too!"

I had a long and obscure memory – at least in some areas – to remember this. But so did Olivia, as she deduced, "Ah, you're anxious to see Alison."

That would be beyond obvious to her if she hadn't just met me. Yet in spite of all the sexy actresses I met and.....met this weekend, I was still anxious just to see Alison Brie at the Community panel. Maybe it was a sign that I was with someone who co-starred with her, and her boyfriend, in a recent "Funny or Die" Internet short.

"Yeah, I am," I admitted to Olivia. "It's natural to feel anxious over your biggest celebrity crush. At least I assume."

That might have bordered on too much information, especially to a stranger. Those who knew me and had spying powers might wonder why Alison was still my biggest crush, even after my multiple encounters. But I had my answer from watching Community for four years [and loving it for three] and watching other examples of how ridiculously gorgeous Alison was, from top to bottom – not to mention the center.

"No, that sounds right," Olivia played along. I imagined she heard more....detailed stuff about her from fanboys over the years. Which was well earned in my opinion, although the most I'd seen of her until today was in "The Newsroom" – as Aaron Sorkin's only semi-competent female character on most weeks. But there were those leaked, ultra-graphic sexting messages from her a few years back....

I was wise enough not to bring up either memory to her. And I was disproportionately rewarded when Olivia said, "You know, I still text with her. I can let her know you'll be there."

"You what?" I asked, too prematurely to use good grammar. I recovered and asked better, "You'd do that?"

"Well, I'll need to send her a picture too. In case I don't describe you that vividly." She got out a cell phone and asked, "Do you mind?"

"No, not at all," I answered, then Olivia got up and stood next to me. She held up her phone in front of us, then we smiled as she took our picture together. Once it sank in, I remembered that for everything I did with Yvonne, Cobie and Scarlett – I never remembered to get a picture with them.

"One more for mine?" I quickly asked. Olivia didn't go anywhere as I got out my phone, stayed next to her and aimed it at us. I got my finger in the right place, then impulsively decided to put my free arm around her. Yet she stayed still as I got a picture for my own personal use.

Once I saw my photo came out okay, Olivia showed me that hers – the one she was going to send Alison – did too. "Wow. Now I really have to make that panel," I realized, then nearly rushed back to scarf the rest of my food. But I was courteous enough to thank Olivia first, then I went back and just took a few big bites before leaving my food behind.

The karma Gods gave me one last break for that, as I made the panel and got a pretty good seat. Which meant I wasn't too far away from the cast, their fired/rehired boss Dan Harmon – or Alison.

She had on a dark blue outfit that showed a fair amount of leg, but didn't cling extremely tight to her supple chest. But she still displayed her big, bright smile, sparkling blue eyes, cascading brunette hair, weird sense of humor in giving Ken Jeong a wet willie at the end, and reassuring words for fans about next season.

I hadn't had my fill quite yet, so when the panel was over, I stood outside the hall with the crowd for autographs and pictures. I was too focused to get any from the other cast members, which I would kick myself for later. For this moment, I waited patiently for Alison.

When she came out, I waited on edge for her to get to me. Once she got closer, turned her head and caught my eye, her large eyes seemed to get wider.

If this wasn't a sign that Olivia kept her word, I really was pathological. However, I was let off the hook when Alison got in front of me and said, "Hi."

"Did Olivia...." I asked, in lue of a hi or a fanboy gush. Nevertheless, Alison nodded and confirmed everything. Yet now that I had my moment, I actually had to perform it. "Well, um, I don't want to keep them waiting."

I handed over my notepad and pen, trusting her to sign while I got my phone set up for our picture. Once I was set, Alison handed back my materials, then stood shoulder to shoulder with me as I lifted up the phone. My free hand was full with the pad and pen and every second counted, so I couldn't touch Alison, although the perfect picture would have to do.

"Thanks," I said, making it two out of three times I lost my words with her.

"Sure. Hope you like what I signed," she said brightly, then left to greet the fans next to me. For a second, I was let down that that was that, and not just because I'd been so spoiled this weekend. Regardless, she did hype up her signature.

I looked through my pad until I found Alison's signature – as well as the words "Room 434. 30 minutes," below it. At that point, I closed my pad and shoved it back in my pants, hiding the evidence of....something I couldn't let hard core, potentially jealous fanboys see. After all, they'd probably jump to the same hard core conclusion I just did.

I left the crowd and found a more discreet place to look at....what she wrote. At the least, I never got this kind of advance notice for a....encounter. If that was what the invite was for. Maybe she just wanted to talk to a big fan, although that didn't mean nothing else would come of it. But whether it was planned out or could come up later....fuck.

The next 25 minutes went by too slow. I wanted to get dressed up, although who knew if that would matter later. In case clothing was required the whole way through, I should probably look good. Yet I spent so much time in my own head – and so much time making sure my pants were comfortable – I didn't actually move my body.

When I finally checked the time, I rushed to the elevator and went up to the fourth floor. It looked like I would still get there on time, in an Annie Edison-like display of punctuality. I then willed myself to stop thinking of Annie/Alison....displaying herself in ways unfit for TV. If only for a few minutes.

I got to the door for room 434, settled myself one more time, and knocked the door. It opened promptly – but not by who I was expecting. "Olivia?"

"You made it," Olivia said inside Alison's room – if this was Alison's room. "Right on time. If Alison's right on time, we'll have to make this quick."

I silently went into the room, while asking "What?" pretty loudly in my head. Since she mentioned Alison, I supposed I wasn't sent here to hook up with Olivia instead of her. Was she supposed to....warm me up for Alison anyway? I was already pretty warm enough.

"Okay, here's the setup," Olivia promised answers. "You already know I did my dirty joke for Alison and Dave's video," she reminded. That video ended with Dave winning a "Blumpkin" – a blow job while taking a crap – from Olivia, to Alison's comic disgust. I liked at least one part of that.

"Well, me and her got to talking during that shoot. And we talked at other places we were at together. Sometimes we've....done more than that," Olivia confessed, allowing me time to imagine and infer. "But I have to fly to Singapore tonight, and she'll be back doing Community soon. This is the last chance we'll have to talk for a while, so....I figured we didn't have to do it alone."

A million words, phrases and impulses ran through my head, yet all I could say about it was "Talk?" I supposed it was the most pertinent question, though. But talk meaning....what I hoped was one thing. The both of them talking with me....

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Olivia went to open it for the second time, while I stayed flat on my feet – even when Olivia let Alison in.

"Hi again," Alison said, her casual, pleasant greeting seeming out of place after Olivia's last words. "What'd I miss?"

"I just bought him up to speed," Olivia informed her....friend.

"Did you?" I spoke up. "Did you...." I scrambled to phrase this right. "Did you scout me for a three way?" I blurted, getting flashbacks of how Scarlett and Cobie scouted me – but they never finished it off together.

"Not at first," Alison replied, which confirmed it without saying yes. I tried to scramble my brain around it and listen all at once, as Alison continued, "We got to texting after Olivia sent me your picture and told me you....liked me. We knew we needed to do something hot before we left, and we hadn't done this yet, so....it seemed to fit into place."

"Well, we'll see about that soon," Olivia commented. When I got how she was talking about "fit into place" I did my best not to get flustered in front of them.

"Then I saw you at the panel. Hanging on our every word, laughing at them, cheering for me and Annie. Olivia figured you'd be devoted enough to help close this out with a bang. Was she wrong?" Alison asked, as I saw her sweet eyes turn more....aroused.

"I don't want her to be," I admitted.

"But we don't have all the time in the world to prove me right," Olivia broke in. "We gotta fit in the good stuff while we can." With that, she worked on getting her jeans off.

"I know you'll wanna do most of this with Alison. But since I got this going, you can remember I'm here too, right?" she asked, as she kicked off her pants and then threw her shirt off.

"That shouldn't be a problem," I agreed, taking in Olivia in a white bra and panties, which was a sexy contrast to her darker skin. Her chest wasn't as well defined as Alison's, but her bra showed off a level of cleavage and two round shapes that would make many others pale in comparison. 

Her long black hair landed over her shoulders and just above her breasts, and her face had the same kind of innocent, but naughty look Alison had – although Olivia's sultriness was more obvious at first glance.

The best proof of how beautiful Olivia's body was, was that it kept me distracted while Alison stripped to her bra and panties. But that ended when Alison walked into view, just after her blue bra did.

My cock could have broken out of my pants then and there – better that than doing other things too soon. But that was still a danger, given Alison's exposed legs, hips, curves, cleavage and knowing smile. However, the true impact came when I took in both of them in their bra and panties.

Comparing the exotic Olivia and the paler Alison side-by-side was breathtaking, as they oozed their own different brand of sexuality. It was easy by reputation and Internet buzz to classify Olivia as the naughtier, more seductive one, even before seeing her pose like this. Alison's TV characters helped give her a sweeter, more innocent persona, with naughtiness underneath the surface – despite her colorful sex stories in interviews.

But now these women and their different, yet equally seductive styles were on display for me. And if they'd....displayed with each other before, who knew what they could have taught the other? Or me? On that note, I found it very unfair and uncomfortable that I hadn't shown them anything yet.

I quickly unzipped myself and pulled my cock out, then bothered to unbuckle my pants and take off my shirt. As my pants were down, I heard Alison mutter, "Well, okay," while I put my shirt over my head. By the time I was naked, the mostly naked Alison and Olivia were strutting towards me – with Alison dropping to her knees first.

"You said we should hurry," Alison seemed to tell Olivia. Her mouth then turned its full attention to me – and my cock.

She went halfway down on the first swallow, then popped me out and took my head back in. Her tongue lashed my slit as my throat was clogged up with groans and other incoherent sounds. A few escaped when Alison licked down my shaft and briefly got to my balls, then licked back up and took me halfway down again.

The only difference between this and my fantasies was that Alison didn't have a bra on in my head. And yet as I looked down her cleavage, then down at Alison's sexy doe eyes looking up at me, I knew my imagination hadn't measured up.

It certainly didn't have Alison coming off as Olivia dropped to her knees next to her.

She got even more of me down her throat the first time, then pointed my cock upwards and took my balls right into her mouth. Her tongue jiggled them around, before it and her mouth came off and immediately bobbed up and down my shaft.

More incoherent noises came out as Olivia's aggressive blowjob went on. I was about to grab onto her head, until she backed off and handed my cock back to Alison. But it provided little relief, as she sunk all the way down my cock and moaned. I could only stop my knees from buckling back further, while my hands had no clue what to do.

I figured they were making me go off quickly now, so I could last longer inside them later and save time. Yet if that was the case, Alison would have kept sucking me dry. Instead, she took her mouth away, put it against my balls, and just kissed them. In fact, she kept kissing them gently as she pointed my cock up, and Olivia then came to suckle my head even softer.

Four soft lips and two silky tongues were soothing my aching cock, even if kissing and licking it wasn't making it less hard. Still, I wasn't ready to come on the spot, even when Alison released my balls and licked the right side of my shaft, with Olivia licking the left.

The two beauties slid their tongues over to my head, going back and forth in licking it. Alison's lips then glided over my right side, with Olivia following on the left. At that point, Olivia's lips wrapped around my head and suckled it gently like a newborn – although Alison's mouth wasn't as slow on my balls.

Alison noisily suckled my balls, while Olivia made softer humming sounds on my head. They both popped off at the same time and changed position, as Olivia's head went over to my balls and gave them a gentler treatment. In contrast, Alison bobbed up and down the top of my shaft and put on another noisy show.

Eventually, both of them got on the same page when Olivia attacked my balls. When both women came off me again, Olivia proceeded to gobble down my shaft, with Alison kissing it whenever Olivia had to come off. Once Olivia went all the way down and slowly came up, Alison licked every inch that her partner's mouth exposed, then gave my head a brief but powerful suckle when Olivia was off.

At that move, I stopped my inane groans and finally used English again. "Fuck!" I started. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Alison and Olivia gave satisfied chuckles, then Alison took my cock back and rubbed the head against her exposed cleavage. 

"Is this what you wanted all this time?" Alison asked me, using an irresistibly gentle tone.

"Some of it," I gasped out. Olivia interrupted by taking my cock and rubbing it over her own breasts.

"Well, we want our money's worth too. If we let you cum, you're gonna have more later, right? And it's gonna be an even bigger load, right?" she demanded, fitting my head in her cleavage. "I'm gonna get so wet on my flight, remembering this load of cum. But it's a long flight, so I need two hot batches to think about. So does Alison."

"Yeah, I do," Alison confirmed, taking my dick and giving it a regular, slow but teasing blow job – while Olivia finally unhooked Alison's bra. Afterwards, Alison lowered her cups and I felt Olivia take my cock back in her mouth, although my eyes stayed locked on her partner's perfect tits.

"These aren't the only ones you should cum on," Alison snapped me out of it, then unhooked Olivia's bra as she sucked me off this time. Olivia then took her cups off, but kept my cock in her mouth as I gazed down at her smaller, but quite firm and perky chest.

Alison sat on her knees side by side with Olivia, as the two took quick turns sucking me off. Olivia soon took me all the way back in, but didn't suck me down. She kept me down her throat, giving her own sexy doe eyed look up at me, which made me throw my head back and place my left hand on her head. 

When Olivia came off, she took me back in and suckled down a little less, then repeated the pattern until she just had my head in. Once she came completely off, my right hand went onto Alison's head as she took my cock back.

I had a hand each in two soft, gorgeous sets of hairs, as their even softer, gorgeous lips put their final touches on me. The two trailed their tongues down and each licked one testicle, then went up and each licked the undersides of my head, as their hands started palming my balls.

It was a miracle I lasted this long, but at long last, I finally admitted, "I'm gonna cum....make me cum, please." Perhaps that was too much, yet Olivia abided by sucking the left side of my shaft. Then Alison gave one last suckle and deep hum on my head, their hands teasing my balls the whole way. 

But their mouths left me right when I was ready. In their place, Alison put her hand up to my base and aimed my exploding cock right at her tits. I coated the ample flesh with my first several spurts, then Alison pointed me at Olivia's tits the rest of the way.

When I was done, I shook my head clear and focused on the two wet pairs of breasts below me. Each tit had at least one drop of cum on it, although Alison seemed to give herself the most. Olivia didn't seem to mind, and neither did I – although Olivia was the one who went down and licked my cum off Alison's breasts.

Afterwards, Alison returned the favor and licked Olivia's boobs clean from my spunk. Perhaps with images like that, it wouldn't take long to get hard again after all. But for the moment, even that wasn't going to get me going.

"So.....what do we do until he wakes up?" I asked, gesturing to my flaccid cock.

"Well, I don't know about Alison, but I'm still too sleepy," Olivia said. I almost felt offended, although when they got up, turned around and headed for the bed, their swaying, panty clad asses helped sooth my nerves. And it helped me figure out how they wanted me to wake them.




Comic Con Virgin 4: Alison & Olivia



Alison and Olivia laid on their backs next to each other, but I sat on my knees in front of them instead of lying between them. This put me in position to reuse my old opening move – though it was new to them. The bigger difference was that I could put two hands on the front of two crotches.

My left hand went between Olivia's legs, as my right settled between Alison's. I teased the front of their panties, then slipped a finger into each of them. After synching it up just right, I started to massage them both with an index finger. Finally, I pulled their panties down so I could make room for my thumbs.

As I tweaked and rubbed both women, I watched them relax and sink into the bed. They moaned softly, needing to relax from our first round as much as I did. I saw them stretch themselves and felt them clenching around my hands, before I turned my attention to Alison.

Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was parted as she started grinding against my fingers. I gazed down to her breasts, which seemed completely clean after what me and Olivia did to them. But even if they weren't....

I bent down to Alison's chest, trying to keep my hands on both her and Olivia at once. I did manage to kiss her left breast without having to move my right hand off her. What's more, it seemed Olivia had done a pretty good job of cleaning my cum off.

Alison opened her eyes, so I watched them darken as I playfully nibbled her nipple, then opened wider to take her areola in my mouth. Yet after a few seconds, I was interrupted when Olivia tapped me on the head. I thought I stopped playing with her, and I probably had, but she instead stated, "Move over."

I couldn't move over without getting my hand off her pussy, but Olivia didn't give me much choice. I had to go over and line my face up with Alison's right breast, while Olivia started kissing the left one. To multi-task, she fingered Alison's pussy in my place – but I had room to put my left hand on Olivia's ass and resume fingering her.

We each kissed and suckled on a breast as Olivia worked over Alison, and I worked over her in turn. "Mmmm....you're both so good," Alison said gently.

"You earned it today. But I guess you'd know better than me," Olivia said to me while I still suckled her right tit.

I broke off and confirmed, "Yes, of course. Looks like she and the show'll be back on top after all," teasing as I finally cupped her breast with my right hand.

"Oh....the bottom isn't that bad right now," Alison praised as me and Olivia kept working on top of her. We both suckled down her breasts at once as I pumped my finger in and out of Olivia, but I decided to take a break.

Since Olivia had the tit work down pat, I moved my mouth up her chest to kiss the soft flesh of her neck. Alison arched her head back to give me more room, where I licked and nuzzled her and moved my right hand from her breast to her hair. And when Olivia left her left breast to kiss up her body, I went higher and kissed her lips at last.

Her lips moved over mine as diligently as they had moved on my cock and balls. That didn't faze me in the least as I brought my tongue into the mix. Alison moaned into my mouth, whether it was more from me or Olivia kissing and fingering her.

"You like that?" Olivia whispered into Alison's left ear when we broke. "I knew I picked a good one."

"So far, so good," Alison gave me half credit, but in a teasing way.

"Is that all?" I played along. "If you knew half the things I had in mind with you over the years...."

"What's to stop me now?" she challenged. I had no answer – not with words.

I gave her one more kiss before going all the way down between her legs. Olivia was still fingering her, but I added my tongue into the mix without letting her move.

I licked up the entire right side of her pussy, with Olivia's finger and hand still blocking the front. However, she took them away soon enough, which gave me a few seconds to rub my whole face and month against Alison. Yet I only had several seconds to myself down there before Olivia returned, so I had to move while she licked her left inner thigh, leaving me with the right.

Undeterred, I trailed my tongue back towards Alison's opening, and Olivia did the same. Mine got there first and wiggled around inside, then Olivia matched me. Inspired by how both of us had Alison on our tongues, I leaned over and placed mine on Olivia's next.

Olivia gave an approving groan as she kissed me right back, our tongues colliding against each other. When we heard Alison gasp a neglected groan, we both thought ahead to use our fingers on her. Soon our lips and tongues broke, yet the taste and sensations still overwhelmed me – especially since Olivia helped make this happen.

I showed my appreciation by just kissing her again, our lips and tongues going slower. My left hand went onto Olivia's full, round breast, keeping it there even when I broke off to eat Alison again. Before long, both me and Olivia licked her up again, although we were looking at each other with seductive, teasing eyes – at least Olivia was.

We went back and forth kissing Alison's pussy and each other, yet I eventually focused on Alison again by putting two fingers into her. As she cried out, Olivia licked her up and fit in a finger of her own, bringing it up to three inside her.

"Oh fuck....don't stretch it out too much," Alison somehow asked. "I still wanna be a tight fit for you...."

"I'll bet you do," Olivia egged on. "You want that hard dick pounding one of your holes again, huh? You think you left enough in there for an encore?"

"I sure hope so," I commented.

"Then let me check," Olivia stated, taking her finger out and briefly kissing me before bringing her hand down to stroke my cock. It looked pretty erect again, yet Olivia still helped it along by cupping my balls.

This made me jam my fingers deeper inside Alison, which made her buck against them. I added my tongue again just as Olivia pumped the bottom of my shaft.

"Don't you let her make you cum," Alison ordered. "You want to save that cock for me, I know it."

"You first," I qualified, as Olivia put her finger between my balls.

"Sure feels like there's enough cum again," Olivia praised. "Let's make sure you're really churning."

I was confused, but my multi-tasking only left so much for my brain to figure out. So I just kept working on Alison, brushing aside how Olivia wasn't on me at the moment.

But I couldn't brush aside how she seemed to be spreading my legs from behind.

I turned my head away from Alison's pussy, noticing Olivia's head was near my ass. Her knees were on the floor in front of the bed, and she was bending down until she got her tongue on the back of my sac. I instinctively arched my back as Olivia went lower – but I didn't dare to think she could....

Well, those leaked texts did say she liked to have her asshole licked. If this was to make me do the same, it was working – even before her tongue got me down there.

Somehow, someway, I focused enough to eat and finger Alison even harder, while Olivia ate me out from behind. As my ass arched into her face, Alison arched herself onto me, trying to meet my mindless fingering and licking. I went crazier when Olivia took her tongue out, left me hanging, then put it back on my balls to really set me off.

My tongue and fingers thrashed in and out of Alison, making her body thrash and arch as I triggered her explosion. She drenched herself and a good part of my mouth along with it, as I lapped it up while coming down from my own high.

I kept licking her dry as I saw Olivia on her feet next to the bed, yet Alison said, "Bathroom. Brush. Now."

"Oh, come on, I didn't ask you to brush after....fine," Olivia conceded, perhaps too quickly. She went over to the bathroom while I climbed up and sat next to Alison. Now that there was down time and a chance to think things over, I wondered where this would go.

"She's....something else sometimes," Alison admitted, to which I could only nod my head. "That's probably more than you imagined with me, right?" After a pause, she checked, "Wait, did you –"

"No, dream me never went that far. Dream you sure didn't either," I let her know.

"Even dream me isn't that daring. Well, by comparison," Alison noted.

"I'd say real you is more than holding her own. And I'm not just saying that for tongue favors of my own," I reassured, rolling my eyes a little bit as Alison chuckled.

"Don't say it like you shouldn't get any. She gave you one, and you still made sure to finish me off," Alison praised.

"I needed something to do so she wouldn't finish me again," I brushed aside. "This thing has a lot more to do before then," I said while looking down below. "If you're ready for it," I added, in case she still needed to get recharged.

"If you think you are, go ahead," Alison said nonchalantly. I bit back a smirk, then laid down on the bed and had her roll over onto me.

"I have a few thoughts," I got cheesy enough to say. Alison rolled her eyes this time, but still leaned down to kiss me as we lined our hips up. Our teeth clenched as I slipped the head of my cock in, yet as I pushed in deeper and held onto her heart-shaped ass, we let out groans and slipped our tongues in each other's open mouths.

Once I gave some experimental thrusts, Alison broke the kiss and dropped her face onto my neck, kissing it like I kissed hers. She glided her lips underneath my collarbone, her hips rising up and then coming down deeper onto me. I met her back by pushing further in, and our hips rocked in unison until hers came completely down on mine.

With my cock all the way in and Alison's body lying on top of mine, I savored her rocking herself on me as her breasts rubbed against my chest. My hands slid from her ass up to her back, then went on her waist to follow the curved flesh.

She rode me slowly and softly, kissing me the same way for a bit, then whispered, "Okay....now you can really fuck me."

With that, Alison sat up and put her hands on my chest to steady herself, the proverbial switch being flipped on. The sweet, loving public person had morphed into the naughty side underneath, if it hadn't been before. While Olivia might have been more experimental, Alison could be just as sultry and commanding – as evidenced by how her hips swiveled and her tits bounced while riding me.

"You didn't just lay there in your dreams, right?" Alison taunted. No, I did not. Once she lifted her hips up, I slammed myself back into her immediately. After that, we both went at a fast pace as I held her waist.

The sight of her body above me, her breasts jiggling and her face fueled with passion made me let out a long "Fuck..." I held her hips tighter, going harder to show my appreciation. But when my eyes wandered, I remembered something.

"Fuck...." I said less passionately, remembering Olivia had left the bathroom. She had a hand on herself, so perhaps she didn't feel that left out.

"No, don't stop on my account," Olivia quipped. I wondered if that was sarcastic, with the little thinking power I had left. But she cleared up, "Just make room."

Olivia climbed onto the bed, turned to face me, then maneuvered herself to straddle my chest. She blocked my view of Alison, but had her pussy inches from my face, so it was a lose-win. In any case, it had been neglected by everything except my finger since this started, so I owed it one.

Not needing a word, Olivia inched herself forward until her pussy was against my mouth. My hands went from Alison's hips to hers, keeping them in place as my tongue went to work. I used the same tricks I performed on Alison, and tried to make up some new ones on the spot. It was enough to make her grind herself on my face, with her own looking satisfied as I looked up.

I saw that Alison had her hands over Olivia's shoulders as she kept riding me. The two women bucked forward while I pushed my tongue and cock up to meet them. "Mmm....now I see how he made you cum," I heard Olivia say. "Let's see how he makes me cum. Better get ready."

Before I reminded her I could hear her, Olivia lifted herself off me, only to turn back around. Now her ass was up in my face and about to sit on it, blurring my vision even more. But considering her ass and how her pussy was still lined up with my mouth, it wasn't an awful tradeoff.

Olivia wiggled her ass over me in a very clear hint, but I teased her by putting my tongue back in her pussy. She groaned with half pleasure and half annoyance, pushing her ass harder although I kept my tongue where it was.

I heard another groan from Olivia, then nothing from her for a few seconds. The next sounds I heard were smacking sounds – kissing sounds. This made me remember Olivia and Alison were now facing each other and could make those kissing sounds together – and I wasn't in the right angle to see it. Which Olivia was likely very aware of.

"Mmm, those lips are just as sweet as your other ones," I heard Olivia say, likely not just to Alison. I soon heard suckling noises, then the statement, "And these taste just as good without any cum on them."

"Come on, don't be mean. Don't stop, but don't be mean," Alison chided her, so I gave her a harder series of thrusts as a thank you. By then, I was ready to stop playing, so I finally took my tongue from Olivia's pussy and landed it in her ass, like she did for me.

"That's better....lick it," Olivia told me. Although I'd played with Cobie and Scarlett's asses, this was the first time I'd lick one – this weekend, anyway. I decided to go right for it, squeezing her cheeks and rapidly putting my tongue in and out of her. After I left it in for several seconds and wriggled it, I took it out and let my mouth play around with her cheeks for a while.

I heard more suckling sounds, but Olivia was still clearly groaning. My guess was Alison was suckling her tits to keep her from complaining – another sight I had the 'fortune' to miss. Fortunately, I could fake a forgiving mood.

I went back to rimming Olivia hard like she obviously wanted. Before long, her groans were mostly all pleasure. "Yes, fuck! Fuck, make me wet....get me nice and wet. I'll do it for you too...." she promised.

Alison was making me pretty wet already, but that didn't appear to be enough for Olivia. She got up and silently convinced Alison to stop riding me, leaving me completely hanging. Until Olivia went back between my legs and gobbled my cock down, even harder than last time.

She used her tongue to lick up Alison's juices on my cock, before making it wet herself like she promised. I thoughtlessly thrust my hips up into her mouth, which made her hum louder. She popped off and added, "There we go. Fuck my mouth hard like you're gonna fuck my ass," Olivia demanded.

Before I had a verbal answer, she went down and coated my balls, then proceeded to force them in her mouth. I was at a loss for words, thought and even sanity, as she seemed to drool all over my cock. She took herself off, studied her work, then I put my hand on her head and gave her what she wanted.

However, I only gave myself 10 seconds to fuck her mouth, since she needed to breathe and I didn't need to go off now. When I took myself out, Olivia looked overwhelmed and highly aroused all at once, which matched up pretty well with me. Yet she went back down to lick me hard one more time, then got on her hands and knees next to me.

I got up, confident that my cock was ready and wet enough. Then again, her ass was probably drying up by now. Taking no chances, I went behind her and gave her behind one last lick, before sticking the tip of my still wet cock in there.

"Oh! Oh, that's it....that's gonna be it," Olivia corrected, needing to adjust herself a little more. I stayed still as she did, only going forward an inch when she looked ready. "Okay....that big, long dick should feel at home pretty soon," Olivia assured.

After a few careful thrusts and another two inches deeper, it started to feel homey. I knew she'd want me to go faster pretty soon, so I made my thrusts more frequent, if not harder yet. In the meantime, Alison was the one who reminded me there was another woman around, by crawling over next to us.

As I got three-quarters of the way into Olivia, Alison reached down and put her right hand on her pussy. She circled her finger around it, then shoved half of it into her, which made Olivia arch her ass up and fueled me to get in all the way.

With the semi-DP established, Olivia egged us on by pulling her ass forward before I slammed back in. Allison kept her finger in her pussy, so Olivia helped her stay in by keeping herself relatively still. Her ass still went back against my hips as I fucked it steadily, even as she groaned more.

"Hurts so good....fucks so good," Olivia babbled.

"Is that how you want it?" Alison asked, her finger jabbing harder in her other hole.

"I'm getting it good enough from him. You think you can do more....fuck, be my guest," Olivia urged on. But from this angle, Alison couldn't do much but keep fingering. She could dive below her and eat her as long as she was on her hands and knees, but it'd be an awkward position.

I glanced at Alison, looked over our current position, and got myself an idea. With my dick in Olivia Munn's ass and Alison Brie fingering her while naked, I must have been the greatest genius at Comic Con to get an idea now. It would be nice to be completely sure, though.

Alison looked at me as I wrapped my hands around Olivia's waist. Getting the picture somewhat, she took her finger out of her and watched as I took hold of Olivia. I then forced myself to lie on my back, taking Olivia down with me and having her lie flat on my stomach, with my cock still inside her ass – and her pussy exposed for Alison to do more with.

Before Olivia could object or ask questions, I resumed fucking her at a faster pace. I moved my hands up to hold both her tits, which helped me keep her body on top of mine. Her head was lying on my left shoulder, so I could only turn enough to kiss and nibble her ear – as Alison was below us and starting to kiss and nibble her pussy.

As Olivia got the gist of this, Alison put two fingers back into her and licked away. Her body was lying next to both me and Olivia's legs, but her mouth was getting to her just fine. Meanwhile, I tweaked Olivia's nipples and finally enjoyed the other pair of tits in the room.

"There, is that better?" Alison taunted once her tongue left Olivia's slit. "His cock in your ass, my tongue in you....your fucking wet dream, isn't it? I know it's his!"

"Close enough," I grunted while pumping non-stop.

"We'll compare notes later, just keep going!" Olivia ordered, although none of us were stopping.

"Going like this?" Alison asked. But since she went down to suck my balls as I pumped them against Olivia, it probably wasn't what she had in mind. When she licked up to get back to her pussy, however, it was probably closer.

"Almost," Olivia groaned. She gave that annoyed moan again when Alison's tongue went back down to my balls. But she still fingered her in the meantime, then palmed me when she returned to lick her. And so she went back and forth in that order, as Olivia finally accepted it and focused back on me.

"One of you better make me cum. I wanna cum or else I'll make you cum. I know you wanna cum for her, so you better act fast," Olivia warned. "I'm gonna cum so hard on her. Or make you cum so deep inside me until there's nothing left. And you can't get both. Not for this..."

Alison completely got off my balls, so that helped a little. I slowed down somewhat in Olivia's ass, yet my hands stepped up on her breasts to make up for it. And Alison put both hands on Olivia's pussy and used all her fingers in some way, while her tongue dug itself inside her.




Comic Con Virgin 4: Alison & Olivia



Olivia tightened up, fucking herself harder on both of us. I grit my teeth and pressed my face against her shoulder, hoping it might help if I didn't see what was happening. Of course, the feel of it and the sounds both women were making helped much less. 

However, Olivia soon started chanting "Yes", as I looked down to see Alison rubbing her with both hands. She even tapped/borderline slapped the area twice, which made Olivia nearly spasm. I watched Alison put her tongue back on her, then I bore down as Olivia tightened on me and rewarded her.

I held onto Olivia and tried to block everything out, as I felt her in the throes of orgasm. I peeked to see Alison lick her up, yet I didn't want to go off from seeing more. Eventually, Olivia stopped bucking and thrashing, with my cock staying hard through it after all. Eventually, this meant it would have to come out of her ass soon.

I let Olivia catch her breath, absent mindedly massaging her breasts instead of squeezing them. Alison likely needed time to regroup as well, while I had to actually start thinking.

I saved myself to cum for Alison, but how was I gonna do it? Making her suck me off was obviously out, and I didn't have the energy to really fuck her hard.

Soon Olivia found the energy to get off me and my cock, so that showed me up. I saw her go behind Alison as she settled herself between my legs. I assumed Olivia would try to make her cum now, so fucking her seemed out. But Alison sucking me appeared out too, especially if she made Olivia brush her teeth just from licking my ass.

Yet I forgot one other option, and I really shouldn't have.

Alison easily fixed that by resting my cock on her breasts, however. As Olivia ate her out from behind, Alison fit me into her cleavage and started to rub me off to the finish.

I couldn't help but help her along, as I put my hands on her tits and went down to poke her nipples. When I started thrusting forward, Alison looked down at my cock, while moaning over Olivia's work behind her – though maybe not just from that. Regardless, she finally went down and put her tongue on my cock, despite where it had been.

This made me go faster and lose what little self control I had. Alison sensed it as she looked at me, then arched her ass up against Olivia, opened her mouth and sweetly said, "It's okay....cum for me, baby."

She took her tits off me and jacked me off for a few final seconds. Before I knew it, I started shooting off, hitting Alison's cheek right away. In my haze, I barely saw Alison open her mouth over my cock – but not on it – to catch the rest.

Nevertheless, with my cum dripping off Alison's gorgeous face AND shooting into her mouth, it was about all I could take. I looked at her once more before dropping my head on the bed, the exhaustion and leftover shock overwhelming me.

I heard Alison swallow and heard Olivia moan as she kept eating her, and when Alison started moaning again too, the sounds lulled me more than I would have liked. So much so that I missed seeing them finish – and the next thing I knew, I was suddenly waking up all by myself.

Alison and Olivia were gone, and had left without waking me for a goodbye, just like Yvonne. Then again, Olivia was in a hurry, and this time I was actually asleep. Plus they let me stay in the room, which was nice of them.

Still, I kicked myself over missing the end, in spite of every dirty thing I hadn't missed today. Or this whole weekend. And yet it now hit me that the whole thing was over. Four days of fucking the hottest actresses worshipped by nerd kind, and all I had to show for it – other than years of masturbation material – were five autographs and two cell phone pictures.

Sighing for no other good reason than that, I got up to get myself dressed. When I finished, I checked my pockets to make sure nothing was missing. I took out my cell phone to check the time, but also saw there was a new photo in my album.

I opened it to see the last shocking sight of the weekend -- a picture of Alison with my cock in her mouth, and her eyes looking right into frame. She must have taken it while I was sleeping, although the fact she didn't wake me looked worse now. It was the only thing that didn't look good about this.

Soon, I found a caption that read, "Olivia couldn't risk another leak, so I did. Better delete it after you print it, though. Love, Alison."

Okay, so I had one graphic souvenir outside my head. Now Comic Con was perfect, apparently.

THE END



Comic Con Virgin: Day 3 - Scarlett



Saturday, July 20, 2013

I finally felt like I had things down pat at Comic Con, at least with my clothes on. I did get some sleep, but woke up quickly and got a good place in line for the "How I Met Your Mother" panel.

I didn't dare to try and make direct eye contract with Cobie, who carried on as if she didn't swallow my cum last night. But when I raised my fist while the audience sang along with "Let's Go To The Mall" I chose to believe that singled me out to her. Regardless, I left the audience at the end without daring for more.

For a moment, I was emboldened enough to consider standing in line for the big Marvel panel – which included the Captain America 2 panel with Cobie. And Scarlett Johansson as an added bonus. But there was no way the line wouldn't be far too big by now, so I put those thoughts out of my head.

I browsed through the convention, got dinner, then went back to browsing – until I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I turned around, I saw that the source was a security guard who wasn't alone. After he confirmed my name, he and his partner said I had to come with them.

They took me to a secluded part of the building, which made me briefly think that this felt like S.H.I.E.L.D. abducting me. But S.H.I.E.L.D. never beat up or banned someone on screen, and that was a possibility here for one reason or another. If people close to Yvonne or Cobie found out my....activities and had justifiable cause for revenge....

I tried not to visibly shudder near my abductors. When I cleared my head, I actually took note of my surroundings, noting that they led me towards some backstage. As I went deeper, I dared to rule out a revenge wacking, yet this made it more confusing.

Until I saw what was beyond the backstage – the filled auditorium for Hall H, location for the Marvel panel. "Why am I here?" I asked my guards, although I could fill in some blanks myself.

"We were just told to find you and make sure you got here. And make sure all those people in line didn't see us do it. Guess you helped us by not standing in line," the guard explained.

"It wasn't planned out like that," I said in awe.

"Just go take a standing room only seat without getting noticed," the second guard explained. "We're also supposed to get you to an after party later, so don't go anywhere."

I wasn't planning on it, perhaps because I couldn't think of any plans right now. I just went towards the auditorium, took the first seat I could find – although I didn't have the best view – and tried to take this latest twist in.

Obviously this was for the Captain America panel, and it was obvious who got me in. I didn't know if I'd be allowed to stick around for the Avengers panel afterwards. But if Cobie had arranged to get me here – and arranged to see me again at a party, despite how iffy that could turn out – this was beyond the Avengers' billion dollar scope.

I tried to put that aside and enjoy my second panel of the day, while I still could. Cobie was there, though she was less likely to notice me this time, and I could even enjoy seeing Scarlett Johansson in person.

When the panel ended, no one came to get me, so I assumed I could watch the rest of Marvel's presentation. Once it ended and Joss Whedon told us Avengers 2 was titled "Age Of Ultron", the guards finally escorted me while the audience filed out.

I followed them until I got to a lavish, Marvel themed party hall. By the time I finished gawking, the guards were gone and I realized I had no idea what to do. Was I brought here just to see Cobie, or was I allowed to just hang around with anyone? And what the hell could I say if someone asked me how I got in?

I walked around pondering those questions for a few minutes, not daring to greet any famous person yet. Eventually I reached a bar, then looked back and finally saw Cobie far away in the crowd. But she was with her husband, so there was no way I was taking that risk – whether she wanted me to or not.

"Hey there," a female voice interrupted my limited train of thought. A voice I swore I heard back at the panel – and in various other places.

This time, I knew I was seeing a celebrity and not someone in costume right away – and not just because Tom Hiddleston was the only costumed one here as Loki. Scarlett Johansson was indeed there next to me, with her costume being her flowery Versace dress.

I should have been more nervous seeing her than Yvonne or Cobie at first. Especially since this was the biggest star of the three – and the most drooled over, for good reason. But after these last two nights, the shock factor of famous women talking to me was starting to wear off. Getting naked for me, however....

I shook that off and tried to start off normal with a celebrity, for once. "Hi. Great party for a great panel," I said semi-normally.

"Thanks. Still a long way to go with the party, though. Let's hope it stays great," Scarlett said.

"Still, looks really good so far," I said – with a double meaning that wasn't completely on purpose. Yet I tried to think of another topic quickly, and settled on, "There is something I should get out of the way early."

I took out my notepad of signatures and asked Scarlett to add hers. Once she agreed, I gave her my pen and turned the page – not realizing it was the same page Cobie signed until Scarlett was done.

"I see I'm in familiar company," she commented, once I saw the page and realized I had some dancing around to do.

"Yep. Um, got that after her TV panel," I covered up.

"You waited for her autograph, then stood in line for our panel? How'd you make it on time to get a seat?" Scarlett logically poked holes in my lie.

"I had luck on my side, probably," I poorly answered.

"So that's Cobie's new name," Scarlett quipped, then broke out into a laugh – the last thing I was having so far. "Relax. I know Cobie got you in there, and in here. She said you talked to her last night and helped her get settled in. So she asked me to help you settle in here."

I wondered why she couldn't do that herself, until I remembered she was already with her husband and friends. I wondered why she asked Scarlett to do it, and wondered if "talked to her" was what she really said about what I did. Answers to those questions were harder to remember and figure out.

In the meantime, I tried to be courteous and told Scarlett, "You don't have to go to that trouble."

"Guys like you go to the trouble to see these movies. Makes stuff like this possible. So this is the least I can do," Scarlett commented. In a way, I couldn't argue with that, so I ignored the ways in which I could.

I kept ignoring them as Scarlett showed me around the party, let me meet a few of her other co-stars, and stuck by my side most of the way through. This seemed like going above and beyond for a friend – I couldn't have been that impressive meeting the old and upcoming Marvel heroes, and I was sure my nerves showed around Joss Whedon.

Yet Scarlett still put up with my geeking out, even as the party neared its end. As I took that in, I wanted to see if Cobie had already left – although I hadn't thought to peek for her in a while. But with the crowd starting to file out, it was clearer that she wasn't there.

"Have you had enough? Do you wanna go?" Scarlett asked, once she saw I was looking away.

I thought it over, as she didn't qualify if I wanted to leave, or leave with her. So I answered, "You've been my gracious guide here. I'll go whenever you want me to go. Or when you want to go, that too," I corrected.

"Well, we'll still have to get through a crowd when we go. I know a shortcut out, though. I can show you so you'll be ready," Scarlett offered. 

With no better ideas on what to do, I accepted and followed Scarlett to the back of the room. She went to a door and opened it, and I followed her into what looked like a storage closet. There was another door on the wall that Scarlett opened, showing me I was at the back of the convention building, with less of a crowd outside.

"All right, I think I can memorize this route. Thanks again," I told her. "And if you run into Cobie, please thank her for me too."

"I think you thanked her pretty good already. At least from how she explained it," Scarlett stated – clearly with more than one meaning.

I tried to tell myself she couldn't mean what I thought. "Yeah, she told me about your private screening too," Scarlett broke my delusion.

"Why would she do that?" was my first response. Not to deny it, or to ponder that Scarlett Johansson heard about me fucking her co-star – or that Cobie might have made me sound pretty good. But this response sounded better to say out loud.

"That's how it works. Except for that one time in Spain, but we got past that," Scarlett confused me further.

"I....didn't know you were that close," was my next futile comment.

"These conventions are the tip of the iceberg on what Marvel puts us through," Scarlett started explaining. "The shoots and stunts are one thing, but then there's the junkets, the premieres, and going to a new country every single day. I've been doing that for years, but its extra exhausting for these guys! And Cobie's just starting it too! So....we do special stuff with the little free time we have."

"And special means...." I asked, trying not to answer it in my own head – or react visibly to my steamy imagination.

"We find people to help us take the edge off. And whoever goes first can.....pass the guy along if he was....up to it. It just so happens this was Cobie's turn to choose and go first," Scarlett said. Now my steamy imagination was on overdrive – but perhaps that wasn't supposed to be a problem.

"Wait....Cobie was scouting me.....for you?" I got bold enough to ask.

"I'm sure she didn't fuck you just for me," Scarlett stopped my breath. "But she seemed glad either way. Usually she has to tell them to play with her ass first. That's bold."

In a near perfect segue, Scarlett turned around, allowing me to see how her dress framed her ass. It looked to be framed quite well when I peeked those two times at the party, but it was nothing compared to this. And little else in my life compared as Scarlett reached back and pulled her dress zipper down.

She shimmed her dress down and stepped out of her heels, allowing me to see she had nothing else on besides a red bra and panties. This was nothing that should have overwhelmed me by now, but in spite of how stunning and sexy Yvonne and Cobie were – this was the next level.

Obviously with all that superhero work, Scarlett's curves weren't as....defined as they might have been in years past. Nevertheless, any other complaints about that hourglass figure, that peach shaped ass or those creamy legs would be insane. And I felt very sane right now.

Until she turned around and showed me the front of her red bra.

Her dress hadn't really shown off her famous tits too much – not like the ones with cleavage. But now that her cleavage was on display – with the apparent promise of even more – there was no harm done.

Somehow, I cast my eyes down to see the front of her panties, then went past her breasts to see her shining, seductive green eyes, and a goosebump inducing smirk on her famed lips. My brain rebooted in time for me to realize, "Here? Now? There's still enough people out there to hear us."

I was shocked I could say that many words. Then Scarlett shocked me with, "Makes this stand out even more. At least it's supposed to with the right person. Unless Cobie was pulling a prank on me."

Okay then. I shouldn't have been that easily manipulated, given my track record. Yet when you're manipulated into rocking Scarlett Johansson's world and body, it's easier to be a puppet. And since I was no Comic Con virgin anymore....

I was sure Cobie told her about my opening move. So I marched up to Scarlett and showed she wasn't lying by putting my left palm on her panties. I rubbed my hand between her legs and grabbed on to show Scarlett, then when she gasped, I smiled and rubbed her slower.

My thumb brushed her panty-covered lips, then teased the top of her garment without dipping in. Meanwhile, my right hand went onto her waist to feel her supple bare skin. I wanted to stand out by not diving for her tits and ass right away, no matter how she was breathing or how her thighs were clenching.

I evened the playing field a bit by removing my hands and getting my shirt off. With my chest bare, I could have demanded that she follow suit, but I put my hands back where they were and had her bra covered tits pressed against my skin, which still felt pretty great.

Just barely greater than her lips connecting with mine a moment later.

Scarlett wrapped her arms around my neck, making it harder for me to keep my hand between us. Yet when I put my left hand on her side, she started grinding herself against my crotch. Her mouth covered my groans as her tongue entered my mouth, and I just concentrated on staying upright.

Both my hands went down to her ass, squeezing the ample flesh before trailing my fingers down her crack – quickly proving that part of Cobie's story too. This made Scarlett jump up and wrap her legs around me, so I had to hold her by her ass until I could find somewhere to sit down.

Eventually, I backed up towards a seat, settling Scarlett on my lap once I sat down. She kept her arms and legs around me while also keeping our mouths connected. But after a few more licks and suckles on her lips, I moved on to other territory.

My lips went down to Scarlett's neck, where they attempted to slow down and savor what they were kissing and sucking. I went back and forth between licks and nibbles, and when I nibbled one spot next to her throat, she let out a deep, sultry groan. In addition, her hips grinded deeper onto my lap while she pressed her chest harder into me.

I repeated the process a few more times, then moved my lips to her upper chest. Although this was the promised land, I didn't want to neglect the other one. So while Scarlett figured I'd focus completely on her tits, I had my hands go to her ass and pull the back of her panties down.

I peeked over her shoulder to see her delectable bare cheeks – and to make sure I slipped my finger below them just right.

Scarlett groaned louder, but seemed to remember she couldn't be too loud. If someone heard us and stopped this now, I would probably be inclined to kill them. It may not have made it hotter, like it did for her – but it made me appreciate that time wasn't on my side.

This was likely my only chance with one of the sexiest women alive – if not my last chance with any of the other sexiest women alive at Comic Con. As insane as that sounded – albeit less so than a day or two ago. In any case, if I had limited time to work with, I was gonna savor it and go all out.

I backed up this inner vow by slipping my right index finger into her pussy, then circling around it. Scarlett was trying to keep her groans down, which made her voice even huskier and sexier. When she backed her ass up against my hand, I drove my finger in deeper and then suddenly pulled out.

I lifted my finger up and could tell how wet it was. When Scarlett noticed too, I placed that finger right in between her breasts and glided it up and down, until those juices were on the middle of her chest. With that, I finally put my face on those tits, but my tongue merely licked the juices between them.

I kept my face on her cleavage, but my mouth kept kissing and licking between it, content to just feel her breasts on the rest of my face. Scarlett edged me on by pushing her tits up, but I didn't move. Yet my hands crawled up her smooth back and landed on the back of her bra, attempting to unhook it myself.

I got halfway through and finally started to suffocate, until Scarlett pulled her chest back and reached over to finish unhooking herself. When the hooks were off, she didn't throw the bra off, but let it hang onto her ample chest. She leaned back to let me see, giving me a look both alluring and playful – a deadly combo on that face of hers.

I swore to get back to that gorgeous kisser later – after I took her dare and flung her bra off.

My eyes stayed locked onto her delicious bare breasts, even as my hands were busy feeling them up and pushing them together. I rubbed them and listened to Scarlett purr, then brought my mouth into the mix at last. Putting both my hands on her left tit, I held it up and suckled down as much of her bounty as I could, my eyes staring up at her the whole time.

Both hands clenched her breast, my fingers brushing her sides and underside. Her right breast was likely feeling neglected, so my right hand went over to play with it. My mouth soon followed suit, as I kept a hand on each tit, then lifted up them and pressed them together again.

With both her nipples close together and fully erect, I dabbed my tongue back and forth between them. I then wrapped my lips around her right one, suckling it like a newborn and quickly taking more of her flesh in, while my tongue licked every inch it could. I looked back up at Scarlett to see her reaction – and with her eyes half open and mouth parted, it wasn't a bad move.

"You have a good mouth," Scarlett rasped out. "Speaking of which...." she warned before taking her tits away from my mouth and hands, only to push me back against the chair.

She removed herself from my lap, and it was pretty clear where she was going. In anticipation, I spread my legs and unbuckled my belt for her. I lifted my hips up to slide my pants down, then adjusted to the cold feel of the chair on my ass before settling down for Scarlett.

She kneeled between my legs, looking down at my erect cock. It was as hard as it was gonna get over what was about to happen, so I didn't know what she waited for.

Apparently it was to lull me before her lips went almost all the way down my cock.

Without any warm-up or warning, she suckled my cock hard and slid those full lips of hers all the way up my shaft, then opened her mouth and shoved me all the back in. She closed her lips around my base, suckled me down like a Hoover and used her tongue wherever she could, then popped off and took a deep breath.

Not only couldn't I breathe, I was amazed I didn't cum. All the jokes and snide comments about those lips of her were true. Unfortunately, she wasn't putting them back on me to rub it in further. Maybe she was giving me time to recover, which was kind of her after that show, but enough was enough.

I waited for her to suck me down again, but instead, all Scarlett did was kiss my tip. After that, she took my shaft in her hand and licked my head slowly and all around. She stuck her tongue out so I could see it, then slowly and torturously licked down my shaft and stopped short of my balls.

Scarlett locked eyes with me as she placed her lips on my balls and started kissing – not suckling. Her lips kissed up my cock, with her tongue put into use every other second. I started to relax at the sensation of her kisses – until she dove her mouth back in and tried to suck me dry again.

She only deep throated me for a few seconds, then came off and gave my head another soft kiss. She suckled it back in, but softer this time, rubbing her lips back and forth over me. She opened her mouth to take a breath, went down another inch, suckled and rubbed her lips over me again while adding her tongue, then repeated the pattern a few more times.

Soon, she settled into a full, sensual blowjob, humming softly while practically making doe eyes up at me. I felt like jelly as my right hand rested into her hair, while my left reached for her breast.

So of course, she took my hand off her breast in order to put both of them on my cock.

Before this latest rollercoaster twist could hit me, I was unconsciously thrusting into her tits, as she bounced them up and down on me. Forgetting about containing myself, about time crunches, about being in a public place, and about everything else except Scarlett's breasts, I was full on ready to blow. Especially when Scarlett bent down and swallowed my head one more time.




Comic Con Virgin: Day 3 - Scarlett



And then she popped her mouth and her breasts completely off me. In fact, she even stood up and took her mouth, tongue, lips, face and tits with her.

I was almost ready to stomp my feet like a baby who had his favorite toy taken away. Which was a disturbing and kind of degrading metaphor – although I wasn't in any state to see that then. Scarlett signaled for me to get up, and I did while dealing with the heavy weight between my legs.

When I cleared my head, I saw Scarlett sitting in the chair with her legs spread, like I had been. She stated, "Your turn," without going into more detail. But the spread legs and the finger on herself spelled out the rest.

I kneeled down just like Scarlett did, but I didn't plan to go at this like she did. Not that the back and forth teasing wasn't the hottest thing ever – it's just that she deserved more for it.

Without any warm-up or warning, I slid my tongue past her pussy lips and went right to work. When I did, I didn't take a break to go slow or leave her hanging. I just licked every part of her I could, nibbled and suckled on her lips, teased the top and bottom of her opening, and ran my hands all over her legs for added sensation.

Ultimately, I had to bring them closer, so I put my hands on each side of her pussy. I took turns rubbing her with each thumb, then put my left one right in while eating the rest of her out. My thumb fucked her steadily while my free one rubbed right alongside it, then my tongue started licking below both of them.

Scarlett covered her mouth when she got too loud, then just tried to moan softer. It only turned me on more, leading me to get my thumb deeper into her. Then I pulled it out, went to her seat and tried to get my thumb between her ass cheeks – since she seemed to be impressed with me taking the initiative down there with Cobie.

With that, Scarlett lifted up her hips and leaned back to give me better access. I could see her asshole just enough to put my thumb in position against it. It was wet enough that I could tease it, circle around it and pat it like I did with Cobie. In the meantime, I dove my head back in to let my tongue back to work on her pussy.

"Push it in, fuck me...." Scarlett breathed. She could have referred to one appendage or both. I sort of figured she preferred one to the other – but I took no chances.

Unlike with Cobie, I pushed forward to get my finger into Scarlett's ass. At the same time, my tongue wedged its way deeper into her pussy. I could feel Scarlett clench her ass and legs, right before I felt her hand on the back of my head.

Once I had the top of my thumb comfortably in her ass, Scarlett bucked herself against it and my face. She forced my head down deeper, in a kind of role reversal, and I took the hint pretty quick. I licked her up as Scarlett had my head bob against her pussy, while my thumb slowly moved around inside her ass.

"I want more," she cried out, and I didn't disagree on principle – I just couldn't bring myself to get out of the way. In spite of what more I would get to do if I did. So Scarlett took the initiative and tugged my hair, which snapped me out of it. I tried to carefully get my thumb out of her, and when I did, Scarlett got back on her feet.

This time, she changed positions by bending over the chair. By the time I got on my feet behind her, I saw her shapely rear pretty close to being lined up with my cock – which was the obvious point.

"Put it up there," Scarlett clarified. "I'll tell you when to go in my pussy later." This was hardly the position to argue with her.

Although my thumb had warmed her up over there, I still tried to lubricate my cock for a smooth entry. Without any actual lube – one would think I'd plan that far ahead by now – I fingered Scarlett to try and get out juices I could smear on my shaft, then licked my fingers and used the saliva to jack myself off.

But after doing all I could do, I took hold of her curvy hips and put my head against her hole. Ever so slowly, I pushed it in, while my hands rubbed her hips to try and help her adjust. Scarlett arched her back up, displaying her behind in an even more seductive fashion, especially with my cock going into it.

I took a tentative thrust inside, keeping myself 30 percent inside her. My right hand left Scarlett's hip to work back on her pussy, teasing her lips to sooth her. Yet she pushed herself back further, fitting more of me in and suggesting she didn't need soothing now.

With my cock halfway in Scarlett's ass, I began to fuck it carefully. Scarlett looked at me over her shoulder, so I went in a little harder to show her I was up to speed. I established a steady rhythm and my eyes went back and forth from her ass to her face, as they respectively started jiggling and moaning.

"Yes....ah, fuck, baby," she praised. It would have sounded sweet, if not for the extenuating circumstances. "Take it out," she continued, which didn't sound as sweet at all.

"Come on, now?" I reverted back into pouting mode.

"You've put a few things in my pussy, but I want your cock for last," Scarlett demanded. "But you're going back in my ass before you cum. Okay?" Well, that was a better way to put it.

Scarlett stayed still as I pulled out of her ass, and kept still even as I gave her time to change position. Staying in doggie style, she rubbed herself to get ready, but I put my head against her to take over from there. Since her pussy was probably more snug than her ass – by comparison – and was already wet enough, it was easier to just slide inside, although I still used caution.

When I was in, however, I felt less of a need for caution.

It took just a few thrusts before I put myself all the way in, letting my hips and crotch press into Scarlett's for the first time. I pulled back and in, then Scarlett pulled back from me and thrust her hips back against me, making me groan at the sensation and the sight.

I kept my gaze down as her ass met my hips thrust for thrust, then I brought myself to look further up. Getting my head together, I put my hands on Scarlett's waist and intended to savor the rest of her sultry figure while I could.

I bent down to kiss her back, while not interrupting my thrusting pattern. My lips trailed up to her neck and shoulder, as my hands ghosted over her curves, hips and stomach. I heard a series of impressed "Ooohs" from Scarlett, so I smirked right into her neck and against her hair.

I kissed across her skin to her shoulder, resting my chin there as Scarlett turned her head. I attempted to give her a sexy gaze of my own, but I probably didn't have the right tools to sell it. She had them, and she was proving it while barely trying this time.

Before I got too lost in that gaze, I pulled myself out, remembering there was one more position to do. Plus, I couldn't help but smile at being the one to leave her hanging now. She didn't seem as pouty as me, but she still looked annoyed until I got her aside and sat back on the chair.

Scarlett probably got the idea before I patted my lap, but I couldn't be blamed for being impatient. She didn't, judging by how she climbed on my lap and slid me back inside her pussy. Within moments, we were back to thrusting against each other as Scarlett rode me, and this time I could put my face back on her tits as a bonus.

I went right to her nipples for starters, spending an equal among of time on each while my hands held her hips. Soon I pulled my face back and just watched her chest jiggle, as enraptured as I was when her ass jiggled against me. When I had enough of it for now, I raised my hands up to Scarlett's upper back and pulled her into my arms, so her chest could rub against mine and I could rest my face on her neck.

After suckling on her collarbone for a bit, I put my face back in front of hers. I watched her flushed expressions as I thrust harder into her, then unconsciously lifted my left hand up to her cheek. Once I remembered where my thumb had been, I let my index finger glide over her cheek and slide down over her lips instead.

It proved to pay off when Scarlett wrapped her lips around that finger. And like she did with my cock, she had fun letting her famed, boner inducing lips rub over my smaller finger. Once I realized I was filling two of her holes, I knew I had to go for a third.

I suckled my right index finger down my mouth, but not just to match Scarlett. I got it wet enough so it could start inching into her ass once my hand went back down there. Scarlett groaned around my finger and nearly took her mouth off it, but I kept it in, trusting she'd get the effect when I was done.

As soon as my finger was settled into her ass, I thrust my cock deeper into her pussy, slid my left finger in and out of her mouth, and wiggled my right inside her ass. With all three holes of hers being attacked in some way, Scarlett barely avoided biting my left finger, and just settled for riding me faster.

I took my left finger out to give her breathing room, yet she put it back in within seconds. I worked her holes and she worked me, with my hips lifting up and my chest rubbing against her bosom. But since my left finger and hand wanted to touch the rest of her again, I soon removed them from her face and placed them on her breast. 

Yet for all this, Scarlett was getting the upper hand. She bounced on me harder and faster, not thrown off by having both her lower holes stuffed. In fact, she did her best to swivel her hips, making us both call out to God – but she covered up the noise by putting her mouth over mine.

With our mouths muffled and no need to breathe yet, Scarlett worked herself to a fever pitch. I tried to keep up, although I was the one who wound up moaning, "Fuck me, fuck me," when our mouths broke. To level things again, I remembered I still had my finger in her ass, and used it accordingly.

"Oh....fuck it, that's not big enough. Get your cock back in there until you cum," Scarlett ordered. She lifted herself off me and shifted her hips forward, leaving me to line my cock back up toward her ass. After being buried in her pussy and after all the anal play, my shaft went back into her backdoor with less resistance.

Scarlett leaned back while getting adjusted, putting her pussy into full view. When she was all settled, I immediately put my left index finger and thumb on her opening, rubbing and pinching it as her ass began to bounce on me. I put my right hand on her back to help her lean, and soon I was tweaking her and fucking her ass for the millions they were worth.

With both of us close to cumming and with the party guests probably all gone, it was harder and less necessary to keep too quiet. Especially when I pinched her clit and she fit my entire shaft behind her.

"You're gonna make me cum....you're gonna make me cum...." Scarlett repeated. "You're gonna cum for me too...."

When she put her hands on my shoulders, thrust her hips back and forth and made her chest bounce one more time, I was inclined to believe her.

My mind was a blank to everything except my orgasm, and my hand furiously rubbing Scarlett off. In fact, rubbing her off was probably the only thing keeping my brain from short circuiting. But I stayed awake, and judging by how Scarlett squeezed the cum out of me even harder, it was paying off for her too.

I finally felt her go with a few seconds to spare on my own orgasm. I could only lean back, barely able to look at Scarlett as she threw her head back. Soon enough, it came down and so did her whole body as well.

Scarlett ultimately laid her body down against mine, as the both of us scrambled to reboot. When enough time had passed and I felt like I could speak English, I asked, "So.....Cobie wasn't lying, then?"

"She sure didn't tell the whole truth...." was all Scarlett had. In a way, that was fair, since I didn't fit in quite this much with Cobie or Yvonne. I supposed Scarlett inspired more out of me, given how.....inspirational she is. Even if that didn't seem fair compared to the others.

I suppose that should have made me feel somewhat guilty when I got dressed, parted with Scarlett, left Comic Con through the back – ha ha – and still wound up seeing Cobie walking across the street.

Then again, I wouldn't have been more....daring with Scarlett if Cobie hadn't set it up, which she really didn't have to. Even if she'd done it before – but she didn't have to pick me. Or like me enough to pass me on to Scarlett.

When she caught my eye, I tried my best to convey all that. But she was far more effortless in giving me a knowing nod, before looking away discreetly.

That served well enough as one last spine tingling moment from this tag team duo. They sure set the bar high enough for the next one.

As if, I thought. But dismissing seemingly impossible scenarios had worked well so far....



Comic Con Virgin: Day One - Yvonne



Thursday night, July 18, 2013

I stumbled into the lobby of the Hilton San Diego Bayfront Hotel in San Diego, but not out of being drunk. Not in the alcoholic sense. Whatever kind of drunk you can get from your first day at your first Comic Con, this was what I was on.

It took me long enough to take in the regular spectacle, before I actually got to attend my first panel. In fact, it was the last one for "Dexter" to honor its ongoing final season. As if that wasn't enough when it was over, I got my way through a crowd of autograph seekers and got a signature from "Dexter" femme fatale Yvonne Strahovski.

I spent the first minute in my lobby chair studying that signature, then the next few going over all my other new memorabilia. I went back to the autograph as I heard someone walking nearby, then heard someone plop into the chair next to me.

I turned my head to give a courtesy look at whoever was next to me. Then I gave another look after the first one seemed too ludicrous to believe.

"Are you in a costume?" I blurted out before I knew better. Then again, if I didn't know better, I would swear that Yvonne Strahovski was sitting next to me. It was far more likely that one of the female Comic Con nerds was dressing as her for the day – though I probably would have seen her at or near the Dexter panel.

This woman had on the exact same polka dot white dress Yvonne had at the panel. So maybe this was a mega fan with creepy, suspicious accuracy in her costume. Then again, Yvonne didn't have a signature costume to impersonate on "Chuck" or "Dexter" – unless the Weinerlicious outfit on Chuck and the saran wrap on that one Dexter counted. Sadly, this woman had none of those on.

"Not today," the woman commented, interrupting my analysis. But the fact that she spoke in an Australian accent – one Yvonne never used on TV, and one I had heard quite recently on the panel – gave me much more to go on.

When it all finally dawned on me, I narrowly kept myself from gasping. I'd already embarrassed myself enough. "Oh God, of course, duh," I said anyway. "I just saw you, so why would...."

"You....oh, right, you did!" the woman who really was Yvonne Strathovski realized, actually remembering me and actually smiling.

"Yeah. Hello again....Yvonne," I paused before looking at her autograph, pretending to need it to remember her name. Even without that, the blond hair, piercing blue eyes, big smile, long, crossed legs and silky accent should have been the final giveaways. But she kept her big smile on as I introduced myself, nonetheless.

With that out of the way, I actually took in how she was relaxing after a long day at Comic Con, just like me. "Exhausted? I thought you were a veteran around here," I pointed out casually, if not more casually than I probably should have.

"Yes, but it's still overwhelming each time. No matter what fan base you talk to," Yvonne noted.

"As a first timer who's never been on a panel before, I can only imagine," I explained.

"First time? You're a Comic Con virgin?" Yvonne nearly made me choke on air.

When I recovered, I went on autopilot to add, "That sounds about right. You could say I popped my Comic Con cherry on your panel," I did say. I figured I'd go on until she slapped me, but she kept looking amused instead. I wouldn't go so far as to say I wasn't a Comic Con virgin like.....some virgins at this convention, though – but I was thinking it.

"Well, from one veteran to a newcomer, I'm honored to take your v-card. That's the right way to say it here, right?" Yvonne checked. It was the right way in a bunch of ways.

"Just about. It's even better with a toast, though," I was emboldened enough to offer. "Let me go get the glasses and drinks from the hotel bar."

I really was on autopilot, or something else where I was out of my mind. Tempting my good first day fortune with the comic gods – and the other gods in town – like this was bound to end badly. Yet Yvonne still didn't slap or chide me, so I took her order, got us both drinks at the bar, and came back with the necessary tools for a toast.

"A toast to Comic Con. You never forget your first," Yvonne stated. I brushed aside how she kept harping on that, and toasted her as instructed.

"Here here. And don't worry. Other fans might shoot for the moon and ask for stuff they've only fantasized about, but not me," I assured. I added just enough of a leer to make her think I meant....something physical. Obviously, it was a convincing leer, considering who I was leering at.

But it was only for a second, just to give her the idea. Then before she really could think about slapping me, I added, "You guys gave enough teasers at the panel anyway. Not really, but I can handle the suspense for 10 more weeks."

Yvonne unsettlingly paused for a second, then seemed to roll her eyes comically while holding back a laugh. Still, she stuck around and took a sip, so I took one from my drink. Now that I'd joked about vague sexual stuff and got it out of the way, it wouldn't be a problem the rest of the night. Whether it was one beforehand or not.

Yvonne did say some stuff about the very last days of shooting on Dexter – which at most, was a hint that her murderous character would play some part in the finish. I filed that away as scoop, but by the time I came back with our second drinks, I got to asking about her own first time at Comic Con, when they screened the "Chuck" pilot in summer 2007.

"Well, that was a blast. Eventually," Yvonne started. "I mean, before the screening, it was all just nerves and panic, really. First big acting job I'd ever done, first time screening it for an audience....not the easiest thing to look forward to. I had to use some tricks to calm myself down, but when it was over....I used them to celebrate. Even got someone to help me out."

What kind of tricks worked like that? What kind other than the ones I couldn't think about around her? "Tricks, huh?" I asked, just to move the conversation along.

"You know, it's unfair what they say about this place just having geeky virgins," Yvonne carried on. "There are some hot, virile 'nerds' all around here every year. They don't even need slave costumes from 30 years ago!" Now that made my head play too many visual tricks on me.

As I shook them off, I heard Yvonne continue, "This really is a whole new world for new people. It can be overwhelming at first, but once you....relax and enjoy it, the rest is easy. I know what I'm talking about. I'm sure you will too."

That would be a change of pace. And a few other things, if this was going....a certain way that seemed less and less outlandish. "I mean, you've been telling me you want to all night," she went on. "This is your first time, and who know if I'll get another show or movie by next year. Sounds like a fitting way to pass the torch."

Funny choice of words, since the torch was getting too hot for me to handle. I figured I'd have to handle it myself as soon as I got back to my room. But if she was offering to make it a two person job....

She wasn't, right?

But then she dropped her hand on my chair – on my leg, more specifically – and filled in the blanks with a penetrating, sultry glare on her gorgeous face. There was my answer.

When I found my breath again, I asked, "Where do you want to give it to me? The torch," I caught myself at the end.

"We can try not to burn down your room first," she answered. She was trying to be clever, although I hoped she wasn't just being drunk. Two drinks shouldn't have made her impaired, yet the offer suggested evidence to the contrary.

If Yvonne didn't stumble or slur on the way up to my room, I figured I could do this guilt free. So I got up and had her walk side by side with me to the elevator, then got in and sent it to my floor. And as we walked to my room door, I didn't see her sway or drunkenly giggle once.

Yet when we crossed the threshold and entered my new room, I felt one final need to get the gentlemanly stuff out of the way. "You're sure you're up for it? You're not still exhausted from today?" I checked.

"Not yet," Yvonne said suggestively.

With her back turned to me, I let my eyes trail up her sleek legs, gaze at the perky outline of her ass, and stop at the shoulders covered up by her dress straps. This inspired me to say, "Let me just make completely sure," as a segway.

Ready to make sure Yvonne was completely relaxed, I put my hands on her for the first time. Instead of going for her breasts, ass or waist, I rested my hands on her shoulders and started rubbing. Yvonne stood still as I positioned myself behind her, just rubbing the parts of her shoulders covered by her dress. But when she let out her first soft moan, I slid her left strap down and went to work on her bare skin.

The smooth, sun kissed texture of her skin nearly got a quiet moan out of me. When I glided my thumb down to her collarbone, she moaned louder and sexier. This empowered me to get closer behind her, placing my face against her soft, honey scented blonde hair, while keeping my increasingly visible bulge just short of touching her ass. In the meantime, my right hand lowered her other dress strap to expose her right shoulder.

Yvonne took it a step further, walking forward a step to untie the string around her waist, before proceeding to remove the entire dress next. Her back was still turned, but I could still clearly see that her bra was blue – matching the blue panties that lifted and halfway covered her ass so delectably. But other than that, none of her taut, perfectly shaped back, ass or legs were covered.

Resisting the urge to turn her around and study her front half, I walked forward and resumed my massaging duties. Unlike before, I put my head down to her left shoulder, and gave it a tentative kiss when I stopped rubbing it. After kissing it again, I leaned my hips forward and made sure Yvonne's ass could feel my bulge.

My hands finally left her shoulders and started to glide down her trim waist. But before they could reach her hips, Yvonne turned around, giving me time to stare at the front of her panties and bra. Once I took in enough of her shapely breasts, I looked up and was hypnotized by the sexiest, half lidded smolder and smile I'd ever seen.

I could only get lost in her eyes for a half-second, before she closed them and put her lips onto mine. When the initial sensation wore off, my hands picked up where they left off and went back on her waist. Her hands cupped both sides of my head, helping her lips to press deeper, and her tongue to glide in easier when it moved into my mouth.

Yvonne all but cooed into my mouth, causing me to open it up wider as she took it over. It felt like there was pure silk flooding my mouth, to say nothing of the feel of her backside once my hands reached over. Having given Yvonne her opening bit of fun, I finally joined in and gently began to let my tongue push hers back into her mouth, with mine closely following.

After a squeeze of her ass, my hands slid up her back and tried to work on her bra strap. I stopped halfway through, but I shot my right hand into her hair to keep her from breaking our kiss. Yvonne didn't stop, and after my lips broke off and went down to her collarbone, my hands returned to finish unhooking the strap.

Although the bra was loose, I didn't remove it, choosing to keep the cups on as my lips arrived at her breasts. I made sure the cups and their nicely bountiful cargo fit nicely in my hands, then teased Yvonne by licking her nipples through the cups. I tried to nibble on the fabric covering them, which made her groan more impatiently.

"Take them off," Yvonne asked, her accent taking on a sultry timber. Just when I began to enjoy having control, she put her hand right on the front of my jeans, adding, "I can show you how it's done."

The concept of not removing Yvonne Strahovski's bra right away was flimsy as it is. Now it was downright lunacy. So I threw the bra off, took in how her chest was firmer and rounder while uncovered, and began licking her nipples for real – right as Yvonne lowered my zipper.

I tried not to bite down on Yvonne's right nipple too hard as her hand reached into my pants. Yet after her fingers glided down the front of my underwear for a moment, she removed her hand and got to work removing my shirt instead. It was only fair, but it was kind of cruel – which signaled I shouldn't bite anything again, even if that wasn't really her point.

Once I was shirtless too, I decided to take care of my pants myself. I removed them and left myself in just my underwear, like Yvonne. Thinking ahead, I backed her up until she bumped into the bed, then she took the hint and laid down flat on the mattress.

With Yvonne's seductive, 90 percent naked body lying on complete display for me, I took my time settling myself over her. But I still set myself on top of her, savored our naked chests rubbing each other, then resumed work on kissing hers. Yet before I went too far below her breasts, Yvonne pulled a fast one.

In a move that would make Sarah Walker and Hannah McKay proud, Yvonne suddenly flipped me onto my back and put herself on top of me. Before I could catch my breath or even make a joke about her stunt work paying off, she turned around and set herself on top from a different angle.

She had her panty clad ass hovering over my face, while her face was hovering above my underwear clad erection. With the 69 position all set up, I scrambled to catch up and rise to the challenge. Yet Yvonne licked the evidence of how risen I really was, although it was still covered in underwear.

Paying her back, I licked the already wet front of her panties, then tried to move it aside with my teeth. Yvonne beat me to it, dipping her tongue into my underwear, then lifting it up just enough so she could lick my throbbing head. It would have been so hot to see, if my vision wasn't clouded by Yvonne's own throbbing genitals.

Leaving that aside for now, I lowered Yvonne's panties to expose her firm ass and wet pussy. I gave it a long, wet lick of my own, yet Yvonne stuck to batting my cock head with her tongue. I felt her all but dig the tip of her tongue into my slit, until she finally grabbed my shaft and gave my head a deep, sudden suckle for one all too brief second.

I moaned right into Yvonne's lower lips, pushing my mouth deeper into them as she kept suckling me every few seconds. To up the ante, my hands grabbed her ass as I attacked her harder with my tongue. Yvonne's just teased my shaft as her mouth took me in deeper and longer – so she still had the winning strategy.

I removed my tongue from her pussy and started focusing on the back of her lovely legs. I licked her left upper thigh and began going down to her lower one, with my right thumb brushing her pussy every few seconds. I felt Yvonne taking me in deeper, but I kept my mouth on her leg – even when her mouth popped off my cock.

All I felt her do next was take my balls and start bouncing them up and down. I was in a precarious position, yet I kept teasing her and only briefly put the tip of my finger into her. When I took it out, both hands went down her thighs, then slid back up and got a hold of the sides of her breasts.

At that point, I didn't feel her jiggling my balls anymore. Her right hand went off me altogether, then I heard a suckling noise – although she wasn't suckling me.

My best guess was that she was sucking her finger like she sucked my cock, whether to get a substitute or just to torture me. Either way, once the suckling noises stopped, it took another few seconds until I felt her wet finger right below my balls. Moments later, I felt her tongue on that area.

In the 69 position, she couldn't lick that much all the way down there. Perhaps that helped explain why she hopped off me at last, then turned back around and faced me as she lowered her head to my crotch.

With her right hand down below, doing the job to her pussy that I wasn't, Yvonne took me with her left hand and stroked me as she licked underneath my balls. She then moved forward as her tongue slid up to her balls, up my shaft and over my slit and head. It left my cock altogether and just kept licking up my body, while the rest of her followed its lead.

Yvonne licked up to my chest as she crawled closer to me, her deep blue eyes never leaving mine. Her tongue didn't leave my body as it glided past my own breast, reached my neck, lifted up to my chin and then effortlessly entered my mouth.

Although that tongue had tasted so much of my body already, I met it swipe for swipe. However, the swiping didn't last very long, as she broke the kiss and turned her body around all over again. But this time, Yvonne didn't hover her ass over my face.

Since my fingers fell down on the job and her own weren't enough, Yvonne filled the gap herself with my own cock. The only problem – a slight one, really -- was that she put herself in the reverse cowgirl position as she sat on my shaft. I wasn't in position to complain as she settled myself into her, then got all the way down after a few bounces.

Once she sat her ass down and adjusted to my full cock inside of her, I made a move to touch her. Before I got there, I saw her own hands leave my sight, only to obviously go onto her breasts. She bounced her own tits out of my sight while riding my cock, which only seemed halfway fair.

But with her hands playing with herself up above, I could put mine back to work down below.

After Yvonne settled into her rhythm of riding me, my hands returned to work in grabbing her hips. My right hand soon went between her legs and beside her filled pussy. Without any more warning, my index finger went on top of her pussy and started rubbing it as fast as possible. To add on, my left hand grasped her hip as much as it could.

"Oh! Ah....oh, fuck," Yvonne said for the first time. She got herself to keep riding me steadily, but I started thrusting so she wouldn't have to do all the work. I pushed harder into her and rubbed faster, while Yvonne kept fondling her tits during the ride. But after I drove in harder, she put her hands down and tried to stable herself by putting them on my legs.

This gave me the opening to wrap my arms around her waist and pull her down, so that she was lying her back on my stomach. From that position, I rolled around and put her on her side, halfway doing what she did to me. I slipped out of her for a moment, but put myself right back in as we lay on our sides and spooned.

Yvonne turned to look at me for the first time in several moments, and I responded by licking her lips. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, leaving us to rub ours together with our mouths and eyes open. We kept eye contact as my tongue briefly entered her mouth, then hers dipped into mine for a time.

"Not deep enough. Come on, fuck me," Yvonne purred. To answer her, I gave her one brief kiss and rolled her over on her stomach. I quickly got off and lined myself up behind her, then Yvonne got herself up on all fours on cue.

I brushed my head over her pussy lips before sliding all the way back in, not stopping until Yvonne's ass collided into my hips. I grabbed hers and started pumping into her, letting the sounds of our slapping hips fill the room. But we both added groans soon enough as she clenched tighter around me and looked over her shoulder.

"So good for a virgin," she teased, knowing full well now how misleading that title was. I pulled all the way out and gave her four hard thrusts back in to drive it home. "Fuck, so good...." She said again.

I let myself enjoy fucking Yvonne from behind for another minute or two, until I realized I didn't have much time to work with. As such, I took us out of the doggie style position and laid her on her back again, getting myself right on top of her.




Comic Con Virgin: Day One - Yvonne



I went back into her and put my hand back behind her head, holding it still as I kissed her. Yvonne got into it, putting her hands on my lower back and bringing them down to my ass soon enough. She tightened her legs around me as she slapped my ass with her left hand, then gave it a swat with her right.

Impressed, I gave her a few more hard kisses, but not too hard. If I went too out of control, this would ended sooner than I wanted. Having it end at all would be bad enough, so I had to get in what little I could.

I let myself fuck her while kissing her neck and ears, but I made myself start to slow down. Yvonne thrust back, taking up some of the slack for me, yet she wasn't prepared for me to pull out after a few more moments.

I tried to distract her by suckling on her neck, then suckling back down to her breasts briefly. I left her pussy and my cock hanging while I kissed down her delicious body once more, but I was planning to take care of one of us soon enough.

Yvonne groaned impatiently, but I ultimately rewarded her by pushing her legs apart as my head came between them. My cock was still hard and neglected, although I hoped this would give it time to cool down. The rest of me wasn't so at peace, as I showed by burying my head into Yvonne and devouring her harder than ever.

My tongue and fingers worked themselves on her pussy, much to her joy. She grinded herself against me and rested her legs on my shoulders, causing me to instinctively thrust my cock forward, although it wasn't inside anything or touching anything. But its neglect would hopefully pay off once I paid her off.

Yvonne muttered a few "fucks" and gritted her teeth as I kept going, then I let my hands go up and bounce her tits around for a while. She helped out for a while, but soon let her hands go into my hair instead.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum," I asked her, despite not sounding 100 percent clear.

"Make me ready to cum first," Yvonne dared me. I rose up to that dare by shoving two fingers into her while licking the bottom of her pussy, and even further below that like she did to me. She bucked herself against my fingers, lifting her ass up and inspiring me to grab it below.

I held it up as much as I could while fondling it and burying my tongue in her. "Oh fucking shit....there, I'm close," Yvonne confessed. "Get me over...."

"In a bit," I warned, yet I kept eating her harder instead of pulling away. This lulled her into a false sense of security, among other more pleasurable things, before I pulled my tongue and my face away and dropped her ass back on the mattress.

"What the fuck?" Yvonne asked with horny anger. After leaving her hanging for a few seconds, I got up and finally touched my even more neglected cock. It was more than ready to end both our suffering, as it lined up and suddenly pushed back into her, giving us much needed relief.

With Yvonne on the brink and myself off it for a while, I hoped it would help me take her over the edge first. Just in case, I fucked her and squeezed her tits all at once, flicking her nipples when I could. Yvonne only responded in grunts and moans, not needing to say in words that she was close to cumming.

Still, she was helpful enough to yell, "Yes, fuck, God...." as she tightened around me one last time. I was counting on my cock to withstand it after that long period of neglect, yet even that hardly seemed like enough as I felt her cum on me.

I slowed down my thrusts to help contain myself and make things easier for Yvonne, as she laid back and tried to catch her breath while finishing up. I found myself breathing heavily as well, with the impact of all that hard fucking starting to take its toll. But there was one more thing to do before I could recuperate.

I slowly pulled myself out of Yvonne, checking to see that my cock was still rock hard and quite wet. With her juices on me, it made my cock as slick as I hoped, as I carefully rubbed them on myself while Yvonne was recovering. She finally looked up as I began to jack myself off over her satiated, stunning body.

"Imagined this a bunch of times, now here it is," I told her. Technically, it was a little less than a bunch, but there was no need to get technical now. "Where can I put it?"

Yvonne took some more time to get herself settled, yet I needed her to go faster. I tried to go slower while waiting for her answer, until she replied, "Let me. I owe you anyway."

With that, Yvonne sat up in front of me and reached her hand down towards my cock. She took my own off of it and went to work, then laid herself down on her stomach to get my shaft into eye level. She didn't suck me off, but she did rub me closer to climax – with her hand, and with rubbing my head and base onto both her soft cheeks and lips.

The sight and the sensation nearly made me go off then and there, but I held firm in case she had any more tricks. But after she glided her lips over my tip, she pulled back and opened her mouth while jacking me off harder.

"It's okay. Cum in me. Cum on me," she whispered seductively, her eyes baring into me almost as deep as I bared into her. As that washed over me and her hand tugged harder, I was finally ready to wash into and onto her.

She aimed it so I landed on her at first, coating her face with my first three spurts. Then she aimed it so the rest landed in her mouth. She let me see it enter her, then closed her mouth around me as I finished up. I came down to feel Yvonne swallow around my drained cock, as the rest of my cum settled onto her already beautiful face.

Yvonne gave me a few final courtesy licks and swallows, before popping off me so I could recover. "Now we're even," she said with a satisfied tone, leaving me soon after to obviously wash her face.

The image of my cum on Yvonne Strahovski's face stuck with me, while I stayed frozen on the bed. Finally I fell on my own stomach, not knowing what else to do. Whether Yvonne was going to leave or climb into bed with me after cleaning herself off, I didn't know, and I didn't have the energy to comment either way.

Whatever happened next, I had no right to complain after that. Not even about how the next three days at Comic Con could only pale in comparison.

There was nowhere to go but down – and not in the ways me and Yvonne just did.



Comic Con Virgin: Day Two - Cobie



Friday morning, July 19, 2013

I fell asleep earlier than I wanted to, so I didn't know if Yvonne was doing the same with me. When I woke up the next morning, I didn't dare to open my eyes – both in fear of not seeing her there, and in fear of how to talk to her if she was there. However, I heard footsteps nearby, which told me she'd stayed the night but was ready to go.

I should have been the gentleman and said a goodbye, at least, but I was too nervous. It was easy to be gusty near a hot celebrity when they're letting you take her, yet the aftermath seemed too tricky to handle.

Before I cursed myself too much for not having guts, I felt a pair of cool lips on my cheek. Yvonne was sneaking out while she thought I was sleeping – but she still had the decency and appreciation to kiss me goodbye. Even if she thought I wouldn't know about it.

So half good, half bad morning after. At least I had enough of the good to cling to. I'd carry that with me in my long wait for.....

Fuck.

It wasn't a last look at Yvonne Strahovski that made me spring out of bed, but the prospect of being late in line for the afternoon's biggest panel. Marvel was holding a screening of their new Avengers based TV pilot "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D" -- and although it was hours from now, it still might be too late for a good place in line.

I got myself dressed, left the Hilton, went over to the convention and saw way too many people camped out in line already. Nevertheless, I dared to hope I was just on the borderline of fitting into the way too small Ballroom 20.

Hours later, the dare didn't pay off.

I was reduced to going online and looking up live blogs to see what I was missing. Of course few people in that crowd were going to hate the pilot, or hate hearing from the likes of Joss Whedon. This told me little I couldn't have figured out – except that Cobie Smulders' Maria Hill was in the pilot too and would likely be a recurring guest in between "How I Met Your Mother"'s final season. But it would been nice to see them prove me right in person.

I guessed this was my comeuppance for getting so lucky last night. Figured it would happen, but it didn't have to take up my whole day. With no chance of getting into the night's big panels – including a Spider-Man 2 one that wouldn't even have Emma Stone there – I quit while I was behind by a manageable figure.

All I did was walk around the convention, check the exhibits, and have some leftover regret over the end with Yvonne. While that was only a little asterisk on the hottest night of my life, it wasn't like I'd get a chance to improve on it. With her or anyone like her.

I carried that feeling with me as I left the convention building. Apparently to an astounding degree. Because I could have sworn someone that looked like Cobie Smulders was hanging around there too.

So I was imagining a celeb associated with Marvel now. Then again, I thought I imagined Yvonne at first, or at least thought she was a costumed fan. This Cobie lookalike wasn't dressed up as Maria Hill, or even as Robin Sparkles. Then what....

Oh God. Did I just see a real life celebrity and mistake her for a fan again? Tonight, of all nights? When I answered my own question, I had to go into a laughing fit.

When I remembered Cobie Smulders was there to hear my fit, I made myself sound human again. But just in case I hadn't embarrassed myself enough, I asked, "You are Cobie Smulders, right?""

"The guy who gave me my Comic Con badge thought so," she replied. It was more of a joke than an answer, yet it sounded enough like her, so it was close enough.

"Good. I mean, this isn't the first time I saw a celebrity here and thought she was in a costume. Now I know it's a trend," I explained, without adding the other details.

"It's my first time here, so I don't know where all the costume shops are yet," Cobie retorted.

"Oh right, that's right," I exclaimed, remembering this was the first year "How I Met Your Mother" was at Comic Con – and the last – and she hadn't been on any Marvel panels yet. Not off screen, anyway. Still, another first timer here like me – at least in one regard.

Shaking that off, I revealed, "I tried to see your big screen Comic Con debut today. I didn't quite make it. Spent hours in line and everything."

Cobie took a second to decode that, then looked apologetic. "Ouch. Sorry, man," she said.

"My fault for sleeping, I guess," I commented, again brushing aside the exact circumstances. "Now I know what not to do tonight before your next panel," I added, throwing away my plans to go to the Hunger Games panel tomorrow – I pretty much had to now. But the Mother panel was my second choice for the afternoon, so no harm done.

"No sleep, good advice. I can do that before my two panels tomorrow and get away with it, right? You probably know more about what works here than me," Cobie stated. It took me a while to realize she was talking about being on the Captain America panel too, which made me feel even more like a time waster. Still, I had to correct something before I stopped.

"Actually, this is my first time here too," I said, adding the "here" to the first time since there was no need for innuendo. Not with another celebrity, and not with one married with a four-year-old kid. Karma had punished me enough today.

Nevertheless, I continued, "I'm no expert on how this place works yet. Maybe oversleeping will work better for you. They can afford to wait for you in a ballroom," I tried to say in a non-bitter way. To erase that, I added, "But from what I hear, I missed out on some pretty big stuff. I'm glad you were part of it. And part of the stuff after that. Eventually."

"Thanks. Eventually," Cobie replied with a smile.

This was resembling a now familiar formula – a thoroughly beautiful celebrity actually letting me talk, and actually being amused by my idiocy. Regardless, I knew that was all the déjà vu I was getting tonight.

"Well, I should let you solve your sleep dilemma," I called back. Before I actually said good bye, though, I remembered I was still carrying my little book – the one with Yvonne's autograph. I turned a page that was far away from hers, and asked Cobie to add her signature. She added it, then I gave her my name, a few more congrats and a goodbye.

It was my best goodbye of the day, so I at least ended that on a high note. Not pushing my luck, I returned to my room for the first time since Yvonne left. After relieving the memories for about an hour, I flipped through the TV until I heard a knock.

I went over to my door, puzzled since I wasn't causing any disturbances. For a brief second, I thought it was Yvonne. It wasn't, but I wasn't that far off – although this was still far more shocking.

When I recovered from seeing Cobie at my door – in a casual black and grey shirt, no less -- and remembered to let her in, I noticed she was holding something. A something that almost looked like a DVD case.

"I told Joss I wanted a DVD of my first Comic Con footage. I didn't tell him I'd be the only one watching it, though," Cobie hinted at, as it dawned on me that she was holding a DVD of the S.H.I.E.L.D pilot I missed. "But I am gonna need it back when you're done. The cat's out of the bag already, but we didn't let those cats take the episode with them."

"Right, thank you, of course," I mixed up my phrases in my gratitude. "So I should drop this off somewhere when it's over?"

"I'll probably be too busy to get it tomorrow. And I've got just over an hour to spare now. Luckily this is only 44 minutes," Cobie did the math. I started to do math of my own, then I snapped out of it when Cobie found the DVD player in my room.

I took the hint that I'd have to watch this now – but the larger hint of Cobie sticking around to watch it with me was still a lot to comprehend. Still, that was the only hint I could handle, even as she bent down just within my eyesight to put the DVD copy in.

Instead of sitting on the bed, I found two chairs and put them in front of the bed. I took the right one while Cobie sat next to me on the left, as the bootleg copy of the episode I missed hours ago came on my screen.

I normally like total silence to focus on watching my shows. I should have insisted on it after all the trouble me and Cobie had gone through for this – especially Cobie. Yet in between laughing at the banter and widening my eyes at the budget, I had a bit of running commentary with Cobie during the screening. I made some notes during her scenes, and she chipped in a few behind-the-scenes tidbits as well.

Our chairs stayed a couple of inches apart, as did we. But I caught Cobie glancing at me nearly as much as she did the episode. Then again, she was in the episode, so she probably already saw some of it already. But although I hadn't seen any of it, I split my time peeking at Cobie too.

When it was over, there wasn't anything left to distract me from her. I owed her a thank you, at the least, for making this happen – or at least a little review. However, I was once again at a loss on what to say to a celebrity, after an unprecedented experience with her. Only this time I couldn't fake being asleep.

Since Cobie was looking at me with a little smile, and a hint of something else in her striking blue eyes, I was even more speechless. I opened my mouth to at least start to say something, but she stopped me by saying, "You're welcome."

Then she further stunted my ability to speak by kissing my cheek.

This made even less sense to me than Yvonne coming on to me. As I remembered earlier, I knew Cobie was a married mother, and I knew husband Taran Killam of "SNL" was probably here at Comic Con too. Might help further explain why she said she only had an hour to spare. It didn't explain anything else at all, though.

Nevertheless, Cobie didn't look ashamed or scared when I finally looked at her again. She just looked as tempting as ever.

It took 44 minutes to watch that pilot. If she was only here for 15 more minutes....there really was no time to analyze why she was doing this. If I could pretend that motives didn't matter once....

Hell, I wasn't looking away from her gaze anytime soon anyway. By the time I felt myself moving closer, I threw everything else out of the window.

After I took the time to savor our first kisses, I remembered I had to go faster. So I glided my tongue over Cobie's silky lips and slid past them, while my right hand grasped her hair and slid down to her back. She kept her hands on the back of my neck, fiddling with my collar as my hands started fiddling with the bottom of her shirt.

Cobie broke off and got up off her chair, leaving me needing to follow suit. She lifted her shirt up as I started to do the same, and was undoing her pants before I lowered mine. Once I was left in my underwear, I could focus on Cobie being left in her black bra and panties.

She had the same relative body type as Yvonne – model thin, with medium sized but perky and round breasts, an ass that fit the same description, and sky high legs. And as I already knew, she and Yvonne had piercing blue eyes to get completely lost in, yet Cobie's brunette hair framed hers in an exceptionally alluring fashion.

When I shook off her hypnotic effect, I had us sit on the front of the bed, then I put my hand on top of her leg. When I didn't hear her object, I slid up higher before sliding three of my fingers onto the front of her panties. Her legs nearly clenched around my hand, which empowered me to go a step further.

My left index and forefinger dipped inside her underwear, earning a moan from Cobie. When I heard her go "Mmm hmmm...." I suddenly put all five fingers inside, then attempted to palm her pussy as best I could. Cobie hissed before helping me along by rubbing herself on my hand.

My other hand went to her right hip, lowering the side of her underwear down. Cobie took the hint and lifted herself up to take her panties down. When she sat again, my left hand went back to palming and teasing her, as Cobie let out her approval and reached back to unhook her bra.

When she took her bra down, she only let me stare at her breasts for a moment before her hands worked on something else – gliding over my own underwear.

Cobie fondled my bulge with both hands, which made harder for me to use one on fingering her. She made it slightly easier by taking her left hand away, leaving her right hand to cup my balls. I finally got a finger inside Cobie to thank her, then she thanked me back by reaching into my underwear and pulling my shaft out.

I quickly got the rest of my underwear down, then we both resumed pleasuring each other with no more barriers. Cobie worked a quick pace on my cock with her right hand, but soon slowed it down to tease me. To balance it out, my left index finger dug deeper into her pussy and wiggled around as fast as it could.

"Mmmm, ah, that's good," Cobie approved, before giving my cock a harder squeeze. "Really good," she emphasized, going back to a soft teasing of my head with her thumb.

Somehow, I remembered I had a free right hand, which I used to cup Cobie's firm right breast. I used my thumb to brush the underside of her boob, then leaned down to lick it. As our hands kept pumping, my mouth started suckling her breast down and circling around her nipple. Cobie groaned and put her free hand on the back of my head, pushing it forward like I might have if her mouth was....on me.

I looked up at her flushed, pleased face and her open mouth, which inspired me to nibble on her nipple and watch her get even more flustered. My hand left her breast and tried to reach for her left tit, jiggling it as my mouth stayed on her right one. It was certainly awkward to do all that while we were jerking each other off, but Cobie broke it off first.

She got my face off of her chest, then put hers onto my neck and began to suckle it in kind. Her hand moved lower on my cock and brushed my balls, while her mouth went higher and landed on my ear. In return, I put a second finger into her, which forced out a seductive whimper into my ear.

"Fuck, you got it," Cobie breathed onto me. "We don't have much time, though, so...."

I figured that meant we had to fuck shortly, not that she wanted to stop. But with the way Cobie was handling me, I wouldn't last long inside her anyway. Still, I needed to do one more thing first.

Since Cobie hinted we would stop using our hands soon, I reluctantly got her hand off me and took mine off of her. But instead of lining her up to fuck her, I dove my head down and lined her up with my tongue.

I couldn't spend much time down there, so I licked her as hard and as fast as I could. My hands rested on her thighs, gripped them and spread them wider as I nibbled on her clit, then licked it all better. Cobie gasped and groaned, fisting my sheets with her hands, or at least that's how it looked through my limited vision.

After sliding my tongue in as deep as possible, I licked her up and lifted my head, not bothering to close my mouth. With her taste and juices fresh on my tongue, I kissed Cobie so she could taste them too. Before I wondered if that would go over well, her tongue attacked mine and I had my answer.

Cobie circled her tongue around mine before pulling away. Once our breath returned, she commented, "Not a bad idea," then proceeded to top it.

Her head dropped into my lap, and before I knew it, her mouth was on my cock and her tongue was circling it too. When it made contact, she licked up and hummed around my head while her tongue played with the underside. Her hands returned to my shaft, as one pumped the bottom half and the other palmed my balls.

When Yvonne blew me, I couldn't see it since I was occupied with her pussy – and I couldn't focus when she sucked me while I was cumming. But this time, I could clearly take in the sight of a sexy celebrity sucking my cock – despite the urge to throw my head back. Fortunately, I kept my head still when Cobie looked up at me, with a sultry glare and her mouth halfway down my cock.

Without thinking, I put my hand on the back of her head, like she did to me while I sucked her tit. I had just enough sense not to start fucking her mouth too hard, to be easy on her and to keep myself from going too soon. But I gave her mouth a few pumps and she kept swallowing and licking me, until she popped her head off.

I had a brief second to worry if I went too far, before Cobie went up and kissed me. Kissed me right after taking my cock in her mouth – and making me feel the aftertaste like I did with her. Obviously, it wasn't the best sensation, yet the rest of her lips and mouth – and the still lingering taste of her pussy – helped it go down easier.

While that overpowered me, I felt Cobie climb into my lap. Yet she didn't break our kiss as she lined my cock up against her, then started to sink down. She only broke from my lips at first, but soon went back to kissing me as I fit myself in.

Cobie put her arms around my shoulders, while I settled mine around her hips and let myself hold her ass for the first time. Her legs went around me as I took my first thrust, then she lowered herself almost all the way down, with my second thrust getting the rest of me in.

We broke our lips and our hips at the same time, but soon pushed our hips together again. After a few more times, we rested our foreheads against each other as we started fucking in earnest. I studied her face to see how it would change after each thrust, yet mine broke first when she briefly swiveled her hips.

I didn't know how much time had gone by, or how much I had left to do any other moves. It was hard to calculate while Cobie tightened around me anyway. Nevertheless, she made it harder when she pushed me down on the bed, then sat up to ride me in full.

I took in the sight of her flawless figure on full display while bucking on top of me, settling on her bouncing breasts. With that, I got back into things and held onto them, making them bounce even more. I pushed them together and tried to rub them side by side, resulting in Cobie putting her hands on my chest and pushing down on it.

Her ass bounced harder onto me, so I left her breasts and went down to grab it again. I tried to help lift it up and down, but Cobie seemed plenty good at it herself. Regardless, I made an effort to jiggle it around anyway, as my fingers wound up getting closer to her ass crack.

Taking a chance, I brushed my left index finger between her cheeks – and it sounded like her moans got a little louder afterwards. To get a second opinion, I put the tip of my index finger into her cleft and slid down. As I did, I looked up at Cobie, whose face certainly looked encouraging.

"Don't put it in there," she gasped out anyway. "Just tease it.....put me on the edge." Like I had time to argue.

Encouraged, I rested the tip of my finger onto her hole, but I followed orders and didn't put it in. I brushed the hole and pressed on it, yet that was all. It seemed to do the job, as Cobie came down on me harder and pushed her ass back a few times as well.

Clearly this was going to make her go soon, so if I had any more bright ideas, I had to use them now. I settled for using an old idea, as I sat myself up again, had Cobie settle onto my lap, and put my head against her breasts again while nearly fingering her ass.

My right arm wrapped around her back as my face buried myself in her tits. We held each other, bucked against each other and grabbed each other pretty tight, although my finger was actually lighter around her hole. Cobie bucked her hips forward extra hard, which caused me to lose my balance and fall onto my side, taking her down with me.

We temporarily stopped as we both found ourselves on our sides. Yet I was still in her, my hand and finger were squarely on her ass, and this position was maneuverable. So I lifted my right arm up and put it around Cobie, letting her rest on my arm while I slowly started pumping again.




Comic Con Virgin: Day Two - Cobie



I gripped her ass harder and put my finger back to work teasing her when we were settled. Cobie grit her teeth, which I could clearly see now that our heads were locked together again.

"Come on, come on....." Cobie urged. "Don't send me outta here hanging...."

"Wasn't planning on it," I assured, pressing my finger harder against her hole. I briefly considered pushing all the way in, yet I owed Cobie the chance to give permission. I also owed her the chance to cum too.

As Cobie recovered from my finger's maneuver, my cock pulled another fast one with four straight rapid fire thrusts. She threw her head back as I froze up, but gave her three more quick pumps once she looked at me again. When that paid off, I nearly pulled all the way out of her, only to slam myself all the way back in.

"Oh, fuck me...." Cobie exclaimed, without any irony. I thought ahead to give her a tender kiss, throwing her off before pulling back and slamming harder back in. Once I was in, I let my finger press harder against her ass, then slammed my cock back inside her before pressing my finger again. I repeated the pattern several more times, adding an unexpectedly soft kiss every once in a while, just for fun.

Cobie panted, but had enough strength to start kissing me again too. When our tongues joined in, I put my cock back all the way in, then took a gamble and finally put my fingertip in her ass.

With our mouths locked together, she couldn't clearly tell me to stop, even if she wanted to. She moaned pretty deeply onto me and her pussy clenched even harder, helping to tell me she was almost there.

As tempting as it was, I didn't finish her with my finger in her ass. Instead, I wiggled it around twice more, then pulled it out and laid Cobie on her back. I sat straight up, giving me the chance to see my cock buried in her wet pussy, and letting her see it too. I then brought her attention to the finger that had just been in her ass – then placed it against her pussy.

With that finger and my cock working to finish her off down there, Cobie was just about set. She tried to buck herself back, calling out, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna...." before trailing off and doing just what she warned.

I kept still as Cobie released herself on my cock, faring slightly better than when Yvonne did it. When I felt her finishing off, I brought myself to look down below. Using my right index finger – not the one that was in her ass – I brushed her pussy and then put my finger right in my mouth.

If I pulled out and tasted her, it might keep me from exploding a while longer. However, I was probably pushing it by keeping it contained this long. As such, I pulled myself out, placed my hand on my wet shaft and started pumping, intending to just coat Cobie's chest instead of her face.

Once she saw me jacking off to her satisfied, naked body, and saw me aiming my cock at her breasts, she got up and said, "No evidence."

She could have just cleaned her chest off afterwards to destroy the evidence. But her way of disposing of it – via putting my cock back in her mouth – soon sounded much better.

Cobie bobbed up and down, then popped off, suddenly suckled my balls, and glided her tongue up my sac and shaft before putting her mouth on me again. After she bobbed a few more times, I came into an actress's mouth for the second night in a row – but this time, all of it was going in there.

I felt her swallow down as much as she could, then once my cock softened in her mouth, she came off and I heard her gulp the rest. As I caught my breath, I took a few last looks at Cobie looking up at me, then she said, "I....think I need to brush my teeth. Get rid of the evidence from getting rid of the evidence. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," I breathed out. I shook my head clear of cobwebs in time to see Cobie get off the bed, and see her naked back, ass and legs as they headed to the bathroom. I just drained myself, and yet all that still looked teasing to me.

I laid down on the bed as I heard Cobie brush her teeth with my toothpaste and toothbrush. I made a mental note to buy a new brush tomorrow, if I was still conscious. But if I died from another embarrassing moment after, that might not be a problem.

I sat up as I saw Cobie gather her clothes and remember to take the DVD out. Yet I stayed undressed as she zipped herself back up, trying to gather some final mental images of her naked flesh. I finally got on my feet once she was fully dressed, likely ready to bolt.

But she stayed in front of me, and without my thinking cap back on yet, I asked, "Did you get all the evidence?"

"It feels like it," she replied.

"Do you need to double check?" I blurted out, barely believing I was leading towards a pass now.

But yet again, Cobie didn't shy away, leaning in to kiss me so I could presumably make sure my cum wasn't lingering in her mouth. To be extra sure, I dipped my tongue in one last time and made sure hers was clean. I put my hand on her cheek, which really didn't help the inspection, but the decision had already been made.

Finally, I pulled my lips and tongue away while I still could. "All clear," I approved, resulting in a little chuckle from Cobie. She then headed for the door, and I followed despite only one of us wearing clothes.

Still halfway expecting to see regret and pleas for secrecy, I waited until Cobie said, "Thanks for the welcome wagon. I hope you're sleepless enough to catch one of my panels." I hoped so too, but she got herself out before I said it out loud.

Somehow, I doubted sleep would be a part of my night this time.