Senior Year Memories: Mallory (Patreon Exclusive Story!)

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It probably doesn’t say a lot for my nerd cred that it wasn’t until senior year that I visited my first ever convention, and that, at that, it wasn’t even my idea. Yet, here I was, seemingly a million miles away from good old Regan Hills (okay, the convention was actually a few cities just outside of LA, but since I didn’t get out there that often, it felt a million miles away), taking in the sights of a regional comic/pop culture convention and feeling like a kid in a candy store.

It wasn’t as big as Comic-Con, not by a long shot, but it more than delivered on the goods, between hundreds of vendors selling all sorts of collectibles, pseudo-celebrities from genre shows, forgotten movies, and the comic world signing autographs and taking pictures, and an eclectic group of panel discussions where the big names of the event actually came in. It was noisy and full, with people wearing costumes that ranged from off-the-shelf to custom made and looking like they’d just jumped off the page, and while it was all a little overwhelming to me as a first-timer, I was in giddy awe of the entire experience.

Oh, sure, I won’t go so far as to call it perfect, since it was crowded, and hot, and a lot of the more toxic elements of fandom were on full display (I steered clear of the booth begging for signatures on a petition to redo the final Game of Thrones season), but even with all the negatives, it was still predominantly a fun and festive environment of people simply enjoying sharing their mutual, nerdy interests with one another.

I couldn’t absorb this quite like I wanted to, however, since I had come here today with a job to do.

Yes, today I was a bodyguard.

Yeah, yeah, I know I was 5’11” and even with the muscle I’d put on this year, I still leant on the side of skinny. Never in a million years would I have expected anyone to consider me a bodyguard, and yet when I was asked, there was no way I could say no.

Especially when Mallory Dourif was the one doing the asking.

Though only 18, Mallory had made something of a name for herself on the professional cosplaying circuit under the name “Mal Mega”, and with skills and looks like hers, she attracted a lot of fans. And amongst those fans, there were a fair few creeps who seemed to think that just because she had an online persona where she would wear provocative costumes, that that entitled them to pretty much anything from her. The way she explained it, when she was at a con, a lot of that came in the form of guys taking pictures of her without her consent, while some might try to go further than that. While she had taken enough self-defense courses to know how to deal with the worst of the worst, she needed me to run interference whenever possible. If anyone went too far, I’d get their picture and report them to security, and intervene however I could. If I saw someone trying to take her picture without consent, I was to do everything I could to fuck with the picture.

While it was a weighty proposition, she was asking me for help as a friend, and there was no way I was going to abandon her.

So, I bodyguarded, and I like to think I did a pretty fair job of it, at that. Hardly anyone tried to do anything inappropriate with her, she was able to curse out the few guys who cat-called her, and though a couple guys who asked for a picture did try to slide their hand down her back, they were stopped easily enough when I told them to knock it off. As for guys trying to sneak pictures, I gained something of a sixth sense for them, and think I managed to ruin something like 70% of the pictures they tried to snap.

I wasn’t going to be getting calls to join the Secret Service anytime soon, but Mallory’s smile every time I found some way to help her out was enough to properly inflate my ego.

Well, considering how Mallory looked today, I guess my ego wasn’t the only thing inflating with every grin of hers.

At school, Mallory was a willowy, slender 5’10” with a head shaved to honor her brother’s cancer fight (and, as it turned out, a look that worked well with wearing a lot of different wigs). While pretty, with soft, pale skin, a cute face with light freckles on her cheeks and expressive blue eyes, if you put her in a room with any number of other girls at Regan Hills High, she probably wouldn’t have gotten most of the attention.

Here, though, she not only got your attention; she fucking commanded it.

Mallory’s look of choice today was DC Comics’ Zatanna, one of the most powerful sorcerers in comics who spends much of her time dressed like she’s ready for a cheesy stage magic performance.

Her already impressive height was augmented by black, leather, knee-high heeled boots, and a matching black top hat. Her toned legs were wrapped rather nicely by fishnet stockings, while her firm ass was accentuated by a tight pair of black booty shorts. Completing her look as a stage magician was a white button up shirt and bowtie, black jacket with coattails, and a pair of white gloves. Since Zatanna was considerably bustier than Mallory’s A-cup, she had completed the look with a not-too-obscenely padded bra. Not much makeup was needed to make her look like the superhero, though ruby red lipstick, some pale foundation to cover her freckles and dark eye makeup completed the look beautifully, while a long black wig framed her face and completed the magical transformation.

Yeah, Mallory definitely fit into the “just stepped off the page” characters.

Though she wasn’t one of the most talkative girls at school, it was fantastic to see her come alive when in costume. Whether it was interacting with fans, or networking with other cosplayers, she was completely and utterly in her element here. I think we talked almost as much in this one day as we had throughout October, when she helped with the Halloween Scream, and it was just fun getting to talk to her.

Even if I may not have agreed with all of her opinions.

It was the end of the convention’s first day, and after a short walk to her hotel near the convention center, we walked down the hallway to her room impressively tired. My feet were killing me, and the bags of swag and collectibles I’d collected were getting heavier by the moment. In spite of our tiredness, however, nothing stopped us from being embroiled in heated debate. What may well be one of the greatest debates of nerddom, actually.

“I can’t believe you think DC has hotter women than Marvel,” I said, exasperated.

“This isn’t something I think,” Mallory chided. “It’s just a fact.”

“Black Widow! Scarlet Witch! Valkyrie! Captain Marvel! Wasp! Jessica Fucking Jones!” I shouted out, rattling off as many as I could in quick succession in the hopes that I could get my point across.

She laughed. “I’m not saying you’re wrong, they’re all hot, but, come on, you’re just rattling off devastatingly attractive MCU actresses there. Try it from a different angle.”

“Alright…” I said, turning things around to my knowledge of comics. “What about She-Hulk? Emma Frost? Rogue? Black Cat? Hell, you know Squirrel Girl looks sweet, but deep down you know she’d fuck you into oblivion if you gave her half a chance.”

This seemed to placate Mallory, for a moment anyway. “You got me there. Squirrel Girl is damn cute, and definitely hiding a nasty side.”

“See?” I said.

“Still doesn’t disprove my point,” she chided back. “I’m not saying Marvel’s characters are unattractive, I’m just saying DC’s are better. Think Catwoman. Poison Ivy. Harley Quinn. Batgirl-“

I interrupted, “So I get shit for enjoying the MCU, when you get a lady-boner for Batman’s corner of the universe? Everybody knows Batman’s corner.”

“M’I tsuj gnimraw pu,” Mallory said with a flourish of her hands and some backwards words, enough that I would have thought she’d almost summon some of Zatanna’s magic for real. “You wanna get away from Gotham, fine, let’s talk about Wonder Woman being a fucking goddess. Let’s talk Black Canary and her legs. Supergirl. Power Girl, now don’t tell me you haven’t drooled over her rack! Hawkgirl. Stargirl. Raven. Starfire! Fire and Ice! Killer Frost! Livewire! Giganta! And let’s go back to Gotham and throw in Kate Kane, Huntress, Renee Montoya and Roxy Rocket while we’re at it. Head to the future and we’ve got Inque and 10 of the Royal Flush Gang. Can’t forget Lois Lane either, Big Barda, Miss Martian, or Star Sapphire, or-“

This felt like something she could have gone on at great length about, and I realized that she was making enough points that I couldn’t completely call her wrong. “Alright, alright, I yield!”

Mallory finished, proudly running her hands down her body, “-or, the Mistress of Magic herself, Zatanna Zatara, a.k.a. one bitch it’s best not to fuck with.”

Looking at her, I had to admit, she looked unbelievably good in this costume. It wasn’t just the way it appeared that she walked off the comics page, no, it was the confidence it brought out in her. At school, Mallory was a fairly quiet and unassuming girl, but once she was embodying a character, it was like a completely different side of her was unlocked. She’d explained to me in the past that this was one of the reasons she tended to gravitate toward cosplaying as such powerful characters. I got it, and I definitely enjoyed what came from it.

We had gotten to her hotel room, and though we had gotten our fair share of stares from people in the hallway who weren’t attending the convention, there were enough oddballs about that we didn’t get too much attention.

I was still happy to be her bodyguard for the weekend, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t ready to be done for the day. Stepping inside of her room and closing the door behind us, the two of us let out a collective sigh of relief as we set our bags down by the door. I took off my shoes and socks, stretching my toes out on the comfortable carpet of the hotel room.

“Day one, down,” Mallory said, sounding quite satisfied as she took off her gloves, put them in her jacket pockets, then turned her back to me, shrugging her shoulders and silently asking for my help to take the jacket off. I did my duty, pulling it off and putting it on one of the coat hangers in the nearby open closet door.

“What are we gonna expect for tomorrow?” I asked. “Better or worse?”

“It’s a Sunday, so not as bad as Saturday… but you never know how it’s gonna go,” she admitted, turning around and looking down at me sweetly. “You did a really good job today. Since I can’t magic them away with a word, it helps to have someone who knows how to work crowd control. Thanks.”

“Seriously, my pleasure. I had a lot of fun,” I said, grinning up at her, sighing contentedly.

“Admit it, you’re tired,” she said, smirking with her ruby red lips.

“I’m admitting nothing,” I said, looking up at her as if I weren’t about ready to collapse from a long day on my feet.

Her eyes sharpening as she unbuttoned her shirt, Mallory coolly said, “Timda ti!”

I could tell how much of a favorite Zatanna was for Mallory for how good she had gotten at talking backwards. She could often speak so quickly that I was completely lost, but this one I caught.

“Alright, alright, I admit it, I’m pretty tired. It was a long day,” I said, enjoying the view as she revealed her upper chest, then her heavily padded bra to me.

“Yeah, try doing one of those long days in heels and this damn bra, and then we’ll talk about what a long day is like… I’m just glad I didn’t have to wear a corset today. They look cool, and are great for pulling off some very particular looks, but they can be a bitch to wear for eight hours a day. And don’t even get me started on what it’s like trying to use a public restroom in one of these more elaborate costumes,” Mallory sighed, pulling her shirt from the back of her pants before tossing it aside.

She turned her back to me again, showing me the clasp of her bra. “A little help?”

“Certainly,” I said, easily undoing the clasp with the practice of a surgeon.

“Ah, freedom!” Mallory proclaimed, tossing the heavily padded bra aside before turning back to look at me, now bare-chested. While Mallory’s A-cups were not nearly as large as your average comic book heroine’s, that didn’t make them any less delectable. Her breasts were firm and high, with dark, firm nipples centered on wide areolas that I knew from experience loved to be sucked on.

“I can see you like the view,” she said, amused.

“Yes. Yes I do,” I said.

“Do you have any idea how much guys in there would pay to see me like this?” Mallory said.

“A lot. But they wouldn’t even know what to do with themselves, let alone you,” I said.

She smirked. “And of course, you do.”

“Of course, I do,” I said, closing the short distance between us. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in close, planting my lips on hers, briefly, before looking into her soulful blue eyes and grinning.

Mallory licked her lips, slightly thoughtful, before biting her lower lip mischievously. “You know, you’re no John Constantine, because no guy could ever hope to be, really, but you’ve got your smooth moments sometimes.”

“I know,” I replied.

“So…” she said, looking down at my pants and seeing the erection growing inside. “…you’re not that tired, are you?”

“If you’ve still got energy, I’ve still got energy,” I said.

Mallory grinned, pushing me towards the bed. The backs of my knees caught against the edge of the mattress, sending me onto my back. I looked up at her as she hooked her thumbs into the edges of her dark short shorts, lowering them ever so slightly, temptingly showing me more of her toned stomach.

“Ekat ruoy sehtolc ffo,” she said, her lips carrying a perfectly confident smirk as she teased me with another inch of her bare skin.

She spoke so quickly that I couldn’t be sure what exactly she said, but by her body language, I got the message clearly. I pulled off my shirt and pants, leaving me in my underwear, before I pulled that off as well and freed my thick, ten-inch-long cock, leaving me completely naked on the bed.

Mallory sighed pleasantly as she took in my body. “Ah, magical. Is that all for me?”

The firmness in her voice made it impossible to be anything but completely honest, even if that might not have made me look very good. “Almost entirely?”

“Almost entirely?” Mallory laughed, before her grin grew into an unrestrained smile. “Oh, some of that’s left over from my friends, isn’t it?”

Mallory had introduced me to a number of other semi-professional cosplayers she knew, and each of them was absolutely gorgeous in their costumes. With Mallory making introductions, they were also an utter delight to talk with even as they mostly talked shop and griped about the perils of the trade. It was like seeing all of my nerd fantasies coming to life at once and… yeah, I might have still been thinking of them a little, even here.

“Only some, though!” I admitted. “Like, two percent? The other ninety-eight is for you?”

She shook her head, playful. “No, that won’t do at all… I can do much better than ninety-eight percent of your attention.”

Mallory then pulled at her hot pants and panties, dropping them to the floor and stepping out of them. Exposed to me now was her pussy. Hot and moist, and framed by a dark, well-trimmed bush, she looked quite excited to be here.

I knew the feeling well.

“The way your eyes just widened, I better rank more than ninety-eight percent of your attention now,” Mallory said, running her hands up her sides and squeezing her tits. “I know those girls are quite painfully hot, and I could tell you stories about the kinds of things they get up to at cons when nobody’s watching… but face it, they’re not here now, and I am.”

She raised her left foot and braced it on the bed next to me, then reached down between her legs to play with her pussy. With her legs spread this lewdly, it was one hell of a show, and all thoughts of any other girls left my mind immediately.

“But even if they were, I would have your complete and utter attention, wouldn’t I?” Mallory moaned softly, slipping a finger inside of herself.

This kind of confidence from her was rare, but so very much fun. “Yes.”

“And what percentage of your attention do I have now?” she asked, looking down at me with eyes that might well have been arrogant.

“One hundred…” I murmured, unable to take my eyes away from the painfully erotic sight before me. I moved to touch her, but she playfully slapped my hands away.

“You may say that I’ve got your full attention, and you might even believe it, but I think there’s only one way you can prove it, really… I mean, you’ve got one of the most powerful women in a universe full of exceptionally powerful people, right here, willing to fucking rock your world… it’s going to take more than a few kind words and a touch or two to fully make up for a lapse in judgment like thinking about other girls while I’m naked and willing in front of you,” Mallory said, pulling her fingers from her pussy and dropping her foot to the floor.

“What… what do I have to do to make this up to you?” I asked, eying her hungrily. I would do anything for her here, touch her, lick her anywhere… I knew Mallory to be an exceptional lover, and right now, with her looking like this and our mutual lusts radiating through the air, doing whatever she wanted felt like the least I could do.

“Oh, we’ll see…” she said, climbing over me. Straddling my body, I felt her pussy glide over my cock, only barely touching me, before she continued to crawl. She dropped lower then, grinding her wetness up my stomach to my chest, leaving a cool, sensual mark of her presence upon me, until she finally straddled my head.

Looking up, I could see her pussy, so beautiful and hot, her scent filling my nostrils and driving me wild. Further, past her sex, I could see her looking down at me, her fingers tweaking her pert nipples as those ruby red lips grinned down with a great sense of superiority.

“I bet there’s nothing more in the world right now you’d like than for me to just sit on your face, right?” Mallory asked, teasing her fingers back down to her pussy.

“Uh huh,” I agreed, sticking my tongue out and arching my neck.

Gently, she pressed a couple fingers to my forehead and pushed me back to the bed.

“No, no… that’s not how it’s going to play out…” she teased, sliding her knees closer together to get her pussy out of my reach, but only just. “…I’ve got the power here, remember? The magic is mine to do with as I please, and at the moment, what pleases me is driving you crazy. I want you horny. I want you desperate. I want you to watch as I touch myself, while you are unable to move. You can’t touch me, and you certainly can’t touch yourself. Instinct will make you want to jack that amazing cock, make you want to touch me, have your way with me, make me scream and moan like you know yourself to be most capable of… but if you do that, you miss out on even greater rewards.”

Only a few inches from my eyes, she slipped two fingers into her pussy, fucking herself with them enthusiastically.

“Do you think you can do that? Do you think you can keep yourself from touching me, knowing that if you can hold back, I’ll let you do things to me most guys on the con floor could only dream of?” Mallory taunted.

There were times in my life where I knew I could exercise remarkable restraint, and that if I showed patience, everything that would follow would be quite amazing. I was pretty sure I’d be able to call on similar restraint here, even with this tantalizing a show…

The problem, however, was that even if I could do it, it was still going to suck. Hard. Because I did want to eat Mallory’s pussy. I wanted my hands and mouth all over her. I wanted to please her, to make her scream, to slide my cock into her perfectly tight cunt and fuck her until she couldn’t see straight. I wanted to do everything to Mallory… but I would wait. I would be good. I would do exactly as she said, no matter how hard she tempted me, and even if I was going to be miserable the entire time, I would stay motionless on the bed, watching her.

“You know how to drive a guy crazy…” I groaned, disgruntled.

“I know what I want, and how to get it, now… eil llits dna hctaw eht wohs,” Mallory said, once again pushing on my forehead playfully, before she went back to touching herself.

Her scent filled my nose and took over the deepest recesses of my body as I watched her fingers work their magic in her pussy. Mallory toyed with her clit with one hand while fucking her fingers in and out of her tight sex with the other. She moaned and writhed, looking down at me, making sure I was appreciating what she was doing while playing by the rules she had set out.

It was agony, this I can’t deny. I wanted nothing more than to touch her in every way possible, to let her know how she made me feel, and to pleasure her as she had pleasured me many times before. But I was good. I was good, because I had to be. I wasn’t going to fuck anything up when I had her like this, no, I couldn’t do that. I would play her game if I had to, and if that meant watching her while she masturbated only inches away from my face, then, well, I’d watch her while she masturbated inches away from my face.

It was a painfully intoxicating sight, and that I couldn’t touch myself only made me crazier. Her pussy looked so good, smelled so good, and the sounds of arousal and pleasure coursing through her body, fuck, they had me completely bound to this gorgeous woman.

After what felt like several hours of this agonizing slowness, though was probably closer to five to ten minutes, Mallory began to quicken her pace. She writhed faster, fingered her pussy and clit harder.

“You like that?” she moaned, looking down at me playfully. “You like watching me touch myself? Well if you liked that, you’re gonna love this… because I’m gonna come soon… gonna come real soon… gonna cum, gonna cum, soon, soon… FUCK!”

Mallory cried out in pleasured agony as the orgasm hit her, racking through her body hard and nearly knocking her down. A splash of her juices hit my mouth, making me lick my lips as her delicious flavor flowed through me. I was nearly at madness at this point, wanting a taste, needing a taste.

Fortunately, Mallory was finally feeling generous. Or maybe she just couldn’t hold herself up anymore. Whatever it was, as she rode through her orgasm, pulling her fingers from her pussy, she dropped down onto my face. I ate her pussy with gusto, licking every bit of her that I could get my mouth on and suckling her clit as she forcefully ground herself against my face. I licked and sucked, helping her ride through not just this first orgasm, but a second, nearly as hard one that came quickly on the tail of the first as I ate her out. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her for stability as I made sure she could still stay upright, and getting a chance to get some opportunistic gropes along the way.

Mallory didn’t seem to be in any position to complain as I ate her pussy and kept her cumming while I roughly squeezed her tits and ass, moaning and crying out and having what seemed to be the time of her life. It was only after this had gone on for a while and that second orgasm faded, that she put her hands on me, softly encouraging me to stop touching her.

“That was…” she moaned, climbing off of me and sliding down my body. She grinned down at me like a drunken fool, smiling and giggling playfully. “…amazing. You did a very, very, very good job there.”

“I know,” I said.

“Because practice makes perfect?” Mallory replied, sliding down until we were face to face. Her top hat fell off, and giggling, Mallory set it aside on the bed.

“And I get a lot of practice,” I said, pulling her in for a kiss. Mallory was in a particularly good mood, smiling and giggling through our kisses as we made out. She raised her hips, pressing her soaking wet pussy against my cock, grinding against it, sliding up and down it as we made out. I squeezed her tight, toned ass, trying to gently guide her into sliding onto my cock, but in this position, she definitely still controlled the show.

Mallory moaned contentedly as she reached down between us, squeezing my cock as she lined the head up with her entrance. “My, my, my… you’re hard… and dripping… now I know that’s all for me.”

“One hundred percent… and then some,” I said, confidently, pressing the head into her gently. Mallory moaned at the pressure, and began to settle down onto me slowly, gently, until I was inside of her. The two of us locked eyes as she slid deliciously onto my cock, her tight, hot pussy embracing me as I entered her. She whimpered softly, kissing me with an urgent need once I got more than half of my cock into her. We kissed as I continued pulling her down onto me, gently pushing inch after inch of my cock inside of her until I was buried completely within her.

Sighing contentedly, Mallory curled up against me and said, “Well, that’s just nice…”

“Just nice?” I teased back, twitching my cock inside of her.

She groaned, grinning at my confidence, before sitting up on my cock and giving me one of the most glorious images. A naked, raven-haired beauty was straddling me, my thick cock buried to the hilt in her obscenely stretched pussy. Looking up at her lithe, slender body was like looking at a work of art, from her gentle, soft curves, to the points of her rock hard nipples. But it was that face… that face she’d made up to resemble a comic book character, but still undeniably Mallory Dourif. That pretty, sweet face, with the kind smile and soulful eyes. If I didn’t have a couple of girlfriends already, I could understand how it would be easy to fall in love with Mallory at a glance, a trait that I knew would one day prove quite profitable for her if she kept up cosplay modeling.

“You and I both know that you’re better than nice, and that you’re simply goading me into saying something that will boost your confidence as one of the best fucks in the land,” Mallory groaned, reaching to the side and placing her top hat back on her head. “And that you are right for doing so, because there’s no place I’d rather be right now than sitting on top of your cock, feeling so full and warm and knowing that it’s about to get properly nasty in here soon. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

I reached up with both hands, cupping her breasts, squeezing them gently, and then softly pinching her nipples. She hissed quietly, looking down at me with another playful grin.

“Exactly what I wanted to hear,” I said.

“Wonderful,” Mallory said, looking down on me with a positively dazzling look of lust. “Then let’s stop talking about how much fun this is, and actually do something about it…”

Before I could come up with a witty response, she bent forward into me, rocking her hips to pull some of my cock from her cunt, before sitting back down on me. It was a swift, harsh move and one that had us both groaning, but it set the tone well for the fuck that was about to occur.

Mallory rode me with a powerful, hard stride that she never had before. Our couplings in the past, infrequent as they were, always had a sweetness, a tenderness to them, but now that I looked up at her as she rode me, she was power incarnate. She had decided exactly what she wanted, and she was going to use all her powers to get it. Bouncing on my cock faster and faster, moaning and murmuring to herself in a backwards tongue that was lost to me, I was merely along for the ride as she used her pussy muscles to squeeze and please my cock.

She leaned back, ever so slightly, ensuring that her wig and hat would stay on as she rode me. She was committed to the part, I had to give her that, and as the view was amazing, I wasn’t going to complain. I reached up and grabbed her pert, bouncing tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples as she rode me, making her cry out and squeeze my cock with every pinch. Her eyes blazed down at me lustfully as she fucked me, encouraging me, demanding more, and I gave her what I had. I fucked up into her, I massaged her tits and tweaked her nipples before dropping my hands down to her ass and squeezing it.

This really seemed to get Mallory going, and so, I left my hands there, massaging her ass as I fucked up into her tight cunt.

“You like that?” she taunted, slowing her pace as she gently rocked her hips on me. “You like fucking that girl everyone wants to fuck, but can’t? You like walking that convention floor while all the guys ogle me, knowing that you’ve been buried deep in my pussy? That you’ve fucked me until I couldn’t walk straight, cum inside of me, made it so I can’t get enough of you?”

“Yeah,” I groaned, squeezing her ass and needing her to speed up again. “I love it.”

Mallory moaned, picking up her pace again. “You’re damn right you love it… because I know I don’t have a lot of what the other girls have… I don’t have the big tits, the round ass, the ‘come fuck me’ lips… but I don’t need them… I can make guys want me with a glance, with a nod, a smile… I can do this without even trying, summon a power that most girls don’t think I’ve got in me, and I can become whoever I need, whenever I need… I am flexible, passionate…”

“And hotter than hell,” I grunted, pulling her down for a kiss as her hips became a blur, bouncing against mine. Her hat fell off on the bed next to us, but if she cared by this point, I couldn’t tell. We made out with a great intensity as she fucked me as if her life depended on it, her hips bouncing wildly as her cunt milked my cock. It was a very pleasant surprise to come from her, but with how wound up she’d gotten me, I knew this was not going to last long at all.

With great difficulty, I broke our kiss. I warned, “I’m gonna cum soon… gonna cum soon…”

Without a word, she looked down at me with her intense blue eyes and fucked me harder. Mallory gazed into my eyes as if staring into my very being, passing a silent incantation between us as she rode me harder. I could see her intensity building as another orgasm built within her, and knowing how explosive that was apt to be, I did all I could do.

I held on for dear life, and let her fuck the living daylights out of me. I squeezed her ass like I was holding onto the lap bar of a roller coaster as she rode me hard. Seeing her own orgasm coming, I did everything I could to hold out, to try to time it so that we could cum together.

Thankfully, I was able to pull this off. It wasn’t long before the dam broke within her and she had her hardest cum of the day so far, shaking and moaning loudly as she fucked me. Holding back no more, I let loose inside of her, cumming hard and filling her as she slowed down her wicked grind atop me. Mallory closed her eyes pleasurably, dropping against me as the pleasure overtook both of us and left us suitably cum drunk. As soon as the last drops had been squeezed from me, she stopped, and we lay there, panting and thoroughly empty.

With the exhaustion of the day, it would have been so easy to fall asleep here, like this, and I could honestly think of worse things. Falling asleep next to Mallory Dourif to awake the next day for more adventure? Yeah, that really was kind of amazing.

But looking at her like this, so utterly satisfied and beautiful, I couldn’t pass out.

Not yet.

Kissing her again, I said, “That was amazing.”

Her eyes fluttering open, Mallory blushed, bashful. “I didn’t get too weird on you, did I? I can get really into a character’s vibe sometimes when I’m in costume, and when I’m horny, and… it can get kind of intense. I didn’t get too weird, right? I got weird… I think I got weird.”

My laugh joined her own chuckle. “Not too weird. I’ve seen weird this year, and that wasn’t weird. That was… pretty damn hot, actually.”

“Good. I’m glad you think so. I mean, I know that any guy on the floor would kill to have me like that, but since you know who I really am and how it compares, I just got a little nervous there and wanted to make sure I wouldn’t scare you off or anything, since I know that was a lot harder than we’ve gone before,” she said, quickly and nervous.

“I’m fine. Really. And I like it hard, sometimes,” I said.

“This was one of those times?” Mallory asked, placing her hands on my chest and looking at me, curious.

“Big time,” I said, pulling her in for another kiss. “Though if I can make one request?”

“Of course,” she said.

“Can you take off your wig? Don’t get me wrong, I had a lot of fun with Zatanna there, but now I want to be with Mallory Dourif,” I said.

Mallory smiled down at me pleasantly, then pulled off her wig, revealing her shaved head to me and grinning nervously.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” I said, letting her set her wig with her top hat before I kissed her again.

“Thank you,” she murmured, cuddling close to me in such a way that my half hard cock finally slid out of her pussy. Both of us hissed at the sudden absence, and at the sudden pooling of our juices, but it was a small price to pay for getting to cuddle up next to each other, sharing a moment of quiet intimacy after such an intense sexual act.

Finally, a thought caught up to me. “This won’t have ruined your costume, will it?”

Mallory brushed it off. “I’ve got a different look for tomorrow, anyway. Cleaning and repairing some of these pieces will be a challenge, but… come on, if you’re gonna have costumes that look this hot, you’re gonna be tempted to have sex in them, and if the parts didn’t come out to too much out of pocket, sometimes it’s a sacrifice worth making.”

“Good. I wouldn’t want to mess anything really expensive up,” I said.

“You’re all good,” she said, nuzzling her face in my neck. “So… I had a question for you.”

“Yeah?” I answered.

“Remember earlier, I said I’d let you do things that other guys on the con floor would only dream of getting to do to me? Well, I meant it,” Mallory replied, looking at me a little nervously.

“I do remember… and, cool… but isn’t that what we just did?” I asked.

She smiled at me, still a little nervous, but clearly more than a little excited, too. “I didn’t just mean that, though that was fucking amazing… no, I was thinking something else.”

“Like what?” I asked, my mind filled with possibilities.

Taking a breath, she gulped and said, “I think I’d like you to fuck my ass.”

I raised an eyebrow, definitely excited at this possibility. I’d never fucked Mallory’s ass before, and on Halloween she had admitted to me that it was something that she wasn’t feeling ready for. I really liked Mallory, and I very much wanted to fuck her ass, but I wasn’t going to do it if it wasn’t something she was going to enjoy.

“Are you sure?” I asked. “Because I’m getting a vibe like you’re not really sure.”

“Oh, I’m sure, I’m really, really sure,” Mallory replied, clearly trying to calm me as she spoke excitedly. “It’s just something I’ve never done with a guy before.”

I thought about this. “Interesting wording. I’m assuming something’s changed since Halloween?”

Her face flushed with playful embarrassment again. “Recently, I went to a con as classic Harley Quinn, one of my other cosplay friends, she went as Bombshell Harley, and we got to talking after a long day on the floor, then at the end we went up to her hotel room, and she was so fucking pretty, such kissable lips, then one thing leads to another, you know how it goes…”

“Oh, I know exactly how it goes,” I said, loving the image already.

“Yeah, well, it turned out that during her entire time on the floor as a joke, she was packing this pretty damn huge strap on in her hot pants, just a gag like something Harley would pull, something she’d whip out and wave at any guys who gave her too much shit. When she showed it to me, though, she was like the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and I just let her have at me however she wanted, and what she wanted was my ass. Well, she wanted a lot else first, but eventually she talked me into giving her my ass. I was nervous at first, but after a lot of lube and even more orgasms… I think she might’ve gotten me a little hooked on it,” Mallory explained.

I grinned at her. “This one of the friends I met today?”

She blushed. “Maaaaaaaybe. But we’re not talking about them, remember? I want to talk about the two of us. Would you… do you want to fuck my ass?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed, probably far too quickly and definitely far too loudly.

This was enough to make Mallory giggle, as she soon got up on wobbly legs and made her way toward one of her bags. “Ah, a girl loves to know when she’s wanted.”

“I thought my wanting you was pretty obvious,” I said, looking down at my cock.

“It is, but it’s also nice to hear,” she said, smirking as she pulled a bottle of KY from her bag. “Jackpot.”

Already, this was enough to bring some strength back to my cock. Seeing her look so proud, my cum dripping from her well-fucked pussy. Then she had to go and do it, she had to go and bite her lip and… ah, fuck, she had me. She had me right where she wanted me, and I was hers, willing to do whatever she wanted.

“Hmmm…” Mallory said, stroking her chin thoughtfully. “Your cock looks pretty hard, but I feel like we can get it harder before we go any further, don’t you?”

“I’ll never complain about that logic,” I said.

“You better not,” she replied, crawling back onto the bed, kneeling by my side and taking my cock into her mouth.

I groaned as she easily took half my length into her mouth, bobbing wetly as her tongue swirled over every bit of me that she could. Mallory was making no effort to deepthroat me, rather, focusing most of her attention on the head as she sought to get me both quite wet, and quite hard. At both of these things, she succeeded immensely, as after only a minute or so of this blowjob, I was at full mast again. I knew she could sense this, but even then, she still kept sucking me, looking up at me with a playful glint in her eyes as she continued swirling her tongue around the cockhead. I groaned, running a hand over the top of her shaved head and encouraging her to blow me, something Mallory was all too eager to do.

For a little while, anyway.

Soon, Mallory let my cock go with a pop, her bright red lips curling into a lusty smile.

“You ready?” she asked, running a pinky along the underside of my cockhead and making me shiver. “You seem pretty ready to me, but if you’re not ready to slide this beast up my ass, we could always play some more, or talk, or cuddle… and you know how good I am at cuddling…”

I did know that, and at any other time that might have been tempting, but the way Mallory knelt on the bed, her ass in the air, and the way she wiggled it knowing full well that she had my complete and unwavering attention…

“I’m ready,” I said.

“Good,” Mallory replied, passing me the bottle of lube. “Because I’ve been thinking about this since we got here, and I know exactly how I want to do this.”

“Yeah?” I asked, watching as Mallory slid off the bed again, planting her feet on the ground and her hands on the bed, pushing herself up into an interesting standing doggy position.

“That wouldn’t have been my first guess,” I said, looking at what appeared to be a somewhat uncomfortable position, especially given the already impressive heels she wore. Nonetheless, I did get off the bed and walk up behind her, bottle of lube in hand, enjoying the sight as she enticingly spread her legs for me.

“Yeah, but this is something I wanted to watch. You only get a cock up your ass for the first time once,” she said, turning to look at the nearby floor to ceiling mirror on the wall next to us. It did give a pretty damn good view of the two of us in profile, and if she wanted to watch my cock slide into her ass, well, this would actually be a pretty decent way to go about it.

I was still a little nervous, a little shaky at the thought of finally getting to fuck Mallory’s ass after she’d shown hesitation for it before, but now that she was ready, I was excited at the possibility.

“Alright, then… fair enough,” I said, looking down at her tight ass as I squeezed lube into my palm and started stroking it onto my cock. Mallory opened her ass cheeks for me, flexing them and showing off her tight hole. It looked impossible that my thick cock could fit inside of her, seemingly a battering ram when compared to her unbelievably tiny entrance… but this was something she wanted, something I wanted.

We’d make it work.

When I made sure my cock was properly lubed, I then pressed my already well-lubed middle finger against her tight hole. Not too hard, not too gentle, I just tested her forbidden entrance, running my finger in tight, small circles over her. Mallory shivered at the contact, biting her lip and looking at me in the mirror as she pressed back against me.

“Feels gooooooood…” she moaned, pressing back against me, nearly forcing my finger into her ass all on her own. If she hadn’t been so tight, she might well have been able to do this, but a little help was needed.

So, I pushed against her, and after some great initial resistance, I forced my middle finger into her asshole. Mallory groaned, a low, promising sound as she dropped her head and took a deep breath.

“Fuck…” she groaned. “I need more practice.”

I replied, “We don’t have to-“

“We do,” Mallory replied, almost growling. “We’re not stopping now.”

“Alright,” I replied, tentatively fucking my finger in and out of her tight ass. She groaned and mewled, fucking back against me as I slowly fingered her. Wanting to see just how adventurous she was feeling, I soon added my index finger. It was a tight, difficult squeeze, but once she adapted to it, she fucked back against my fingers even more enthusiastically. I had fucked a lot of tight asses before, even the odd anal virgin, but as I pressed my fingers into her, it seemed impossible that my cock would fit into her. Sure, she was loving two fingers inside of her, but that was different from a huge fucking cock.

“I want it…” Mallory pleaded, looking back at me with a sexual urgency I knew I couldn’t deny. “I want it, please, please fuck me… please fuck my ass… I need it so bad…”

“Okay,” I said, pulling my fingers from her ass. “Alright. We can do this…”

I looked to the mirror beside us, catching Mallory’s eyes in the reflections as I continued to myself, “…we can do this.”

I looked back down, taking my cock in hand and sliding the head against her asshole. Mallory groaned again, pushing back against me, but this time, I took my hands and pushed against her. I’d fucked plenty of girls asses before, and it seemed safest to control the pace this time.

I teased her hole, running the head in tight little circles around her puckered bud, making her moan, making her plead. I knew she wanted it now, but I was going to take my time, make sure she got exactly what she wanted, and that this wasn’t an experience that would scare her off of anal in general.

So, I kept teasing her, for a little while longer, making sure to drive her crazy until she was utterly controlled by a desperate want, and had clearly relaxed in anticipation.

And then, I started to press against her.

“Oh damn,” Mallory murmured as I pressed my cockhead against her tightest hole. “Come on, damn it, fit… fit… you can do this, fit, please fit, please fit…”

I felt some give as I pushed in, but there was still a lot of resistance. Even with this lube, Mallory easily had one of the tightest asses I had ever attempted to fuck, but she was willing, and eager, and she kept urging me onward. Gritting my teeth, I pushed forward. I could feel her opening, slowly, almost welcoming, almost ready…

And then it happened. The head popped in.

“Fuck!” Mallory cried out, a simple, urgent cry as she beat one fist into the bed, then looked at the two of us in the mirror. “Fuck that’s big… so good…”

“You want some more?” I asked, equal parts concerned and hopeful, and, well, trying not to get overwhelmed by the amazing sensations that squeezed my cockhead tightly. Mallory may never have had a real cock up her ass, but she felt so very, very good.

“I want it all,” she grunted, looking back at me. “Give it to me… slowly… but give it to me…”

“No problem…” I groaned in return, sliding a little more into her. “You got it… and thanks…”

“Thanks for what?” Mallory hissed, watching the mirror as another couple inches slid into her ass.

“For letting me fuck your ass…” I said, smiling and squeezing her ass with my hands, before grabbing onto her hips and using that leverage to push a little more into her.

“God… thank you!” she exclaimed, her eyes rolling back. “I’ve never felt so full… you’ve gotta be almost all the way in, right?”

I chuckled. “Barely halfway.”

“Oh my god,” Mallory moaned, laughing in return. “Really?”

“Really,” I answered her, squeezing her ass again and making her moan. “Too much?”

“Probably,” she admitted, jokingly, “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t keep going!”

“You got it,” I replied, sliding another inch slowly into her. “Almost there… almost there…”

“Stay on target,” Mallory quipped, almost unaware of her joke through her whimpering and tightly shut eyes.

I grinned, pushing the last few inches forward. “And this is why I love fucking other nerds… always the most interesting dirty talk… and there… fuck… it’s all in.”

“Really?” she asked, opening her eyes as she glanced over at the mirror. Seeing our hips joined, her mouth dropped open in a look of pleasurable surprise, before she wiggled her ass against me.

“Holy shit… it’s in there… it’s really in there…” Mallory groaned, throwing her head back and laughing pleasurably. “Ah, I fucking love it!”

I leaned down to kiss her, squeezing her tits and loving the way she moaned as her ass tightly embraced my cock. Slowly, I thrust in and out of her, moaning as her tightness moved up and down my cock. Mallory pushed back against me, enjoying the pressure as I slowly built up a rhythm. Without much need to say anything at this point, I soon stood up, grabbing her by the hips, and enjoyed a good, slow ass-fucking.

There were a lot of girls I would have gone to town on right away, girls whose asses I would eagerly destroy, making them scream while they begged for more. Mallory Dourif wasn’t one of those girls. This was a moment to savor, a moment that I wanted to make special for her, because she was clearly enthusiastic for her first ever anal experience. I was happy to oblige her, focusing on long, deliberate strokes as I fucked in and out of her ass. Her moans and cries of mixed pleasure and pain were enough confirmation that this was the right strategy, as were the lustful glances she shot me, looking over her shoulder, or watching us fuck in the mirror.

“It’s so good… so fucking good…” Mallory moaned, reaching between her legs with one hand to finger herself while I fucked her.

“Glad you like it… because this is fucking amazing…” I grunted.

“Thank you… thank you for being gentle… I don’t think I’ll always want it this way, but now, it’s gooooooooood…” she moaned, her body tensing up slightly as the sensations began to overtake her.

“A little harder,” Mallory urged, clearly closing in on another orgasm.

“You got it,” I said, quickening my pace slightly. Mallory moaned deeply, shutting her eyes tight as she pressed back against me.

“Right there, right there, just a little more, a little harder, right there, right there, fuck yes, right there, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass, harder, harder, just a little harder, gonna cum, gonna cum… I’M CUMMING!” Mallory cried out, her body hit hard by her next orgasm as it violently overtook her. I continued fucking into her at my newly quickened pace, not a simple task given how hard her ass was clamping down on my cock, but I kept at it.

I expected her to lose strength and weaken not long after a good, hard cum like this, but once I saw her get her bearings, she looked at me in the mirror and smiled devilishly.

“That was… awesome…” she said. “You close?”

“Getting there,” I admitted.

“Let me know when you’re there…” Mallory said, her voice lusty and commanding. “Until then, you can go harder. I want to feel it.”

That wasn’t a request I’d easily turn down, so I did as I was told. I fucked Mallory’s ass harder. My body was alight with pleasure as my cock was completely and utterly spoiled by her tight, clutching asshole. I looked at the mirror as I fucked this beauty, this goddess, feeling so impossibly lucky and wanting to make the moment last forever.

Of course, with how geared up I was, forever turned out to be a couple more minutes. As I finally got into a pace of properly pounding her ass, I felt my orgasm coming on.

“It’s coming… I’m cumming…” I warned her.

“Pull out!” she urged. This was easier said than done for how much I needed to cum, but unable to disobey her, I did as Mallory said. I pulled out of her ass, and she soon quickly turned around and dropped to her knees on the floor. Mallory took my cock in her hands, jacking me savagely as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Between the image and the sensations I was feeling, I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I came.

Cum splattered across Mallory’s face, onto her neck and tits. The first few shots were at such a high velocity, there was little to control them, but soon she was able to guide them into her mouth until there was nothing left to give. With the last drop beading on the head of my cock, Mallory soon kissed it away before showing me the mouthful of cum she had with a huge grin.

And then, luxuriantly, she swallowed.

“Fantastic,” Mallory said, smacking her lips and licking some extra cum off her chin. “And delicious.”

“Thanks,” I panted, collapsing to sit on the bed near her. Mallory stayed on the floor, toying with the cum on her chest before standing up on wobbly legs. She was an utter mess, coated in cum and looking completely and thoroughly fucked, but I may not have ever seen her happier.

“So… anal live up to your expectations?” I asked, a little cocky.

With a goofy grin, Mallory nodded eagerly. “Oh yeah… that was… something I need to do again. And again. And again… fuck, that was awesome.”

“Glad you liked it,” I said, looking around the mess we’d made of the room. “Sorry again, about the costume.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she replied, walking toward the bathroom and disappearing within. “Like I said, this was just Day One’s costume; I’ve got a pretty cool Sole Survivor from Fallout look I’m dying to try out tomorrow. It’s not sexy, but I got to do a lot of pretty cool fabrication for the armor and laser musket. Lots of elements I’ll need your help getting into.”

“And out of?” I suggested.

“Oh, you know it,” Mallory said with a laugh. “Fuck, I’m just coated. Gonna need a long shower for this one.”

“Will you also need company?” I asked.

“Uh, yeah!” she laughed, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world before she turned the water on. “Get in here.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I said, following her into the bathroom and watching as she stepped under the steaming stream of water.

“You better… keep the fun going, and I might introduce you to the girl who introduced me to anal. I think we could all have some fun together,” Mallory said, her grin mischievous.

Licking my lips at the possibilities, I joined Mallory in the shower, wrapping my arms around her as the hot water washed the day off of both of us. I said, “I think I could get to really liking conventions.”