Fist the goddess

The camera guy hoists his tablet and Allison resumes her questions to the goddess girl as you stand behind them and wrap your arms around the goddess and grab her warm tits through the thin material of her now-smelly dress.

“So Tina, you’re saying you won third place in the pageant contest?”, Allison is asking. “Well done! I can see why, I love your outfit.”

The goddess, Tina, smiles. “I made it myself.” You reach around and pull the dress up, exposing her groin. Allison looks down. “Ah, no panties! Do you always go commando?”

“No,” Tina says, turning red, as you reach your fingers down to find her clit, “I think I lost them in the ev-eeep! Um, in the event.”

Allison turns to the cameraman, leering with a wide smile. “Sounds like quite the prize, servicing all of the audience! How many were there?”

“I lost cou– ooooo!” Your fingers have found the edge of her pussy, which is still wet and slippery. You first place one finger inside. “Sorry, I lost cou– count– um, ohh…” Two fingers. “Lost count at thirt– eep!” Four fingers. It’s still pretty loose in there…

Allison’s eyebrows raise. “Did you say thirteen? You serviced more than thirteen men?”

Tina’s breath is going ragged as your four fingers quickly slide in and out. There’s still room; you bend down for a better angle. “No, at least thirty-ni-YIIII-ne!”

“Holy shit!” you can’t help but exclaim. Allison glares at you, but it’s not in response to the girl’s count: you gesture with your free hand to the fact that your entire fist is now firmly within her box. Finally there’s tightness around your hand. You’ve only seen fisting in some of the bizarre porn videos you sometimes find online. It’s a distinctly odd feeling. You open your fist slightly against the finally-tight pussy walls while pushing your wrist in and out.

Allison, ever the professional, resumes her interview. “Sounds pretty chaotic!” She smiles for the camera. “I’m not sure whether to be nervous for you or jealous!”

Tina is now gritting her teeth, her hand firmly on your head supporting herself. She’s almost continuously groaning now in time with your rhythm. “How about–” she gasps, “both?!” Her breath catches and you feel her slimy vagina walls start to tremble around your fist. If possible, it seems somehow even more wet than it was a few seconds ago. You can feel her juices start to run down your wrist.

Allison starts to ask another question, but Tina just yelps out, “Wait! Waitaminute!” as she whimpers on your hand.

Allison just keeps going, peering down at where your wrist is disappearing within her. “I have to admit, it’s amazing you’ve taken his whole hand inside of you! Did you just cum?”

Tina quietly replies with a faint, “Oh, yessss…” Allison holds a hand out for a high-five, but Tina doesn’t open her eyes or respond, just coasting down from her orgasm.

“So,” Allison presses on, “have a fun time? Do any double-penetration? Looks like you got pretty loose; did you have a double-vaginal?”

Tina, finally finding her voice responds, “I’m not sure if I had fun… I started with a DP. And they kept coming inside of me, even when I asked them not to. By the end I think there were three dicks in there at once? Maybe four? I can’t even imagine how to position that many guys at once…”

You suddenly feel more than a little sorry for the girl, not to mention it suddenly makes you realize that some of the juice on your hand is probably not just hers. You pull your hand from her box with a loud slurp, and she gasps loudly. You begin to wipe your arm on what’s left of her dress. It’s not like it’s going to make it any more dirty.

Hearing about what happened, you feel a bit sorry. You see a backpack on the floor near her feet and ask Tina, “Would you like us to take your dress off? Maybe you can go clean it?” The girl looks at you and nods thankfully. Allison is not happy with you interrupting again, but she seems to agree with you that it’d be best to try and clean the costume.

You help lift the dress over Tina’s head, leaving her fully nude in the hallway. You roll up the thin fabric and place it in the backpack near where she’s standing, assuming it’s hers. You find what you can of the rest of her costume nearby, a single sandal, some leather straps, and some thin rope, and put them in the bag as Allison and Tina continue to talk about the girl’s experience with the convention as a whole.

You stand up and quietly step back behind the girl and lift her pretty tits, bouncing them in your hands and pointing her nipples at various people watching, as Allison asks Tina about what the girl’s future costuming plans are.

At this moment, however, someone reaches down and grabs the backpack. Before you fully realize what’s happening (you’re a little distracted with the wonderful feel of Tina’s hard nipples) they’re putting it on and quickly walking into the crowd. It’s too fast for you to see their face, but they’re not running, just walking off into the sea of people. Was that Tina’s backpack you put her costume into or did you make a mistake? You realize you never asked her if it was hers.

You yell into the crowd, but the person is already gone. Tina looks around and realizes that her costume is gone.

“Shit!” she yells. “My costume is gone! But it was so expensive! Sure, it needed some repair, but I can’t just start over on it…” She looks like she’s about to cry. Allison makes a cutting motion to the cameraman to stop filming. You look around for any clue of what just happened. You see a phone on the ground and pick it up.