Convention Sexy Times [MFF]

I’m back with the Wayback Machine, going back to the summer of 2009, with Kay and Sal from [this thread](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8qonis/who_says_video_games_arent_sexy_longish_mff/). For those playing the home game, Kay and Sal (aliases) were originally Cosplay Buddies of mine, who had moved out of California to get a job in Seattle’s tech industry (Kay) and be a cool grad student (Sal). Kay stood roughly 5′ 3″, to Sal’s 5′ 5″. Kay’s hair was shoulder length, brown, and straight, while Sal’s was coppery, curly, and down to the middle of her back. Kay’s pubes were trimmed into a small triangle, leaving her labia bare, and Sal’s was shaved into a short, neat landing strip. Sal had slightly larger breasts, with dark nipples, while Kay’s were perky, with bright pink nipples that I would come to discover were almost perpetually erect.

Both of them had been friends with my (now ex-) girlfriend mentioned in [this post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8qywdn/sharing_an_old_but_good_story_longish_bit_of_a/), Elle, who had told them about our many, many sexual exploits, which led to them deciding that they were going to find out of Elle was just making shit up or legitimately bragging. Suffice to say I was happy to discover that I was the topic of a bet.

So, “The Morning After” the first Kay and Sal post, we still had one day to go before the convention, and spent most of the day hanging out, finding out that Kay (who had been a native of the area) had never been to the Winchester Mystery House (which led to its own sexy time adventure), and other fun stuff. But this story isn’t about that day. It’s about the next day, the first day of the Con.

As hot as it was, we’d just been sleeping on top of my bed, with no blankets over us. I woke up to the two of them talking in low tones, Sal resting her head on my chest, with Kay’s head on my arm (Queen sized beds for the win). It took me a minute to figure out that they were trying to figure out if they should wake me up with a blowjob or if they should just start making out to see how long it took me to wake up. I muttered something about how I never say no to a blowjob, which caused Sal to laugh so loud she woke my cat up, and got a shrug out of Kay, who slid down and pulled my cock into her mouth, sucking gently at it as I grew in her care. She went to town on my shaft and balls, sucking gently at each testicle for a few seconds before going back to work on my erection. Sal pulled herself up and started to kiss my chest and neck, working toward my lips, where she began to hungrily suck and nip at my lips. I reached out with one hand to find Kay’s head, running my fingers through her hair while doing the same with Sal’s.

Kay stopped sucking my cock, and I felt her hands push down on my chest as she straddled me, sliding her pussy along my shaft a few times before shifting enough my erection to push inside her. Sal let me up for air, then grinned, sitting up and turning to face Kay, positioning her pussy right over my face. As I am not an idiot, and as I am a big fan of oral sex, I took the hint and went to town as the two of them made out. Kay once again started muttering about how long it had been since she’d been properly fucked, while Sal slipped in to her dirty talk again. The closer she got to coming as I ate her out, the dirtier she got, until she couldn’t concentrate on kissing and fingering Kay any more, and was grabbing at the sheets underneath us, clenching her teeth and growling things like “fucking eat that pussy,” “eat my cunt, eat it,” and “fuck her fuck him look at that snatch I wanna see it dripping cum.”

I’ll tell you what, it worked, because right about the time Sal started to come, she was breathing harder than either of us, grinding her pussy into my face, and commanding Kay to “fucking ride that cock, suck the cum out of that cock with your fucking pussy, cum on it, cum on it, you said you wanted to be a slut, be a fucking slut, be a whore be a fucking slut, fuck fuck fuuuuuuck.” (The “I want to be a slut” conversation had taken place during the Mystery House Madness) Kay started to whisper something, and Sal said “louder!” – Kay repeated “I’m gonna come” over and over, louder and louder, finally shuddering and chanting “Come inside me, come inside me.”

I lost it as Kay started shuddering, and I got to see her come as Sal had slid off of my face onto the side of the bed. Kay began to gasp and whine as she came, then started grunting as she slammed her pussy harder onto me in time with her orgasm. I kept pulsing in to her, and Sal grinned as Kay slid off of me, exhausted, my cum dripping out of her pussy.

Sal looked at Kay and asked “Feel better?”

Kay responded that she clearly still had a couple of hang-ups about this whole thing, but clearly, the solution was dick.

Eventually, we got up, cleaned up (which led to me banging Sal in the shower) got into our Day 1 costumes, and headed out.

If by now you’ve figured out that I’m talking about a particular Anime/Fan convention in San Jose, you know that in 2009, the Pre-Reg line was a piece of shit that was dredged up from the depths of hell, and that no one got through it sane. Thankfully, I had two intensely sexual women to keep me company, which made the line slightly more bearable.

We split up for the early part of the day, as Kay had a group thing she had to do, Sal needed to go to a panel, and I wanted to wander the dealers and art halls. About the middle of the day, I got a text from Kay that read “I need help. I’m all sticky.”

I don’t claim to be the most observant, and even though I’d been happily engaging in carnal circus acts with both of these women for two and a half days, I was still somehow oblivious. I asked her what happened. Had she spilled something on her costume? There was a shave-ice stand outside the convention center, so it wasn’t impossible.

“I’m. All. Sticky.” she replied.

“Why are you sticky?” I asked.

Her reply was a close up photo of her pussy, two fingers clearly freshly out of her hole, strands of her juices strung between them. This was followed by “I’m sticky because of you.”

I texted back “Where are you?”

“(Friend’s Name’s) room.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Thankfully the room wasn’t very high up in the hotel, so I didn’t have to take the (fucking crowded) elevators. The stairs were best, and I hadn’t even knocked on the door when Kay – naked except for the stockings that were the namesake of the character she was cosplaying – threw it open, grabbed me, dragged me in to the room, and was on her knees grabbing at my hard on by the time the door closed.

I asked her when our friend was coming back, and she said “after we’re done” before gobbling my cock and sucking at it like she was possessed. She stood up, pulled me over to the bed, wrapping her legs around my waist and rubbing her pussy over my cock. “God, I need to be fucked,” she moaned, pushing me inside her with her right hand while rubbing her clit with her left.

I don’t remember exactly what I asked, but it was basically making sure she was doing okay after that morning. She pulled me down, kissed me, grabbed on to my shoulders and neck with her arms, and muttered that she was *fine* now, she’d just needed to get her head in the game because it had been so long since she’d had sex before this weekend and it was a rush she hadn’t been ready for.

She kissed me, pulled her head back so I could see her, and growled “Now fuck me as hard as you can.”

The change from that morning was fantastic. She was more talkative (becoming a lot dirtier, but not to Sal’s level), and a hell of a lot more vocal, practically screaming as she got closer to coming. I’d like to say that I came in her the same way I had that morning, but I didn’t. That was okay, though, because she was clearly satisfied and spent a good fifteen minutes recovering: panting, flushed, and making little noises as she got her bearings back.

Not much longer after that, Sal texted us both to say she was starving and would meet us as the Indian place nearby the convention. I helped the (very) stumbly Kay get in to her costume, and laughed as she left a note for the friend whose room we were in, covered in hearts and saying “you’re a good friend.” We left the Maid Service tag on the door and walked over to the restaurant, to find Sal sitting with the same friend who’s room we’d just been in, both of whom started laughing loudly when they saw us walk in.

“Did you fix your hangup?” Sal asked.

Kay replied that the solution really *was* dick, and that’s the end of this particular trip down memory lane.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9bhjsb/convention_sexy_times_mff