Time to check out that cosplay photography contest

Turning the corner you spy the doors to a large, brightly-lit auditorium. Above the doors is the label, "Cosplay Contest."

There's no question that this is, indeed, the place, however. Just inside the auditorium doors by a large sign displaying the context rules is a girl in a cave girl costume. Her long brown hair is in two braids that fall over her expose chest and run next to the pink nipples on her medium sized tits. She's straddling the groin of some guy leaning back in a plastic chair, and with her loincloth to the side everyone can see his dick deep within her pussy. She's bouncing and rolling on it as she breathlessly explains the rules for the event and answers questions as people enter. You can see that her legs are already covered with cum. Someone in the crowd near the door has asked her a question.

"That's right," she says breathlessly, "anyone can take pictures, but -ngh!- make sure you have ah! the permission of the cos—cosplayers. Whew! Remember that we all work really -erg!- hard on these costumes and they can be— oh! right there right there! —delicate, so be careful. Woo!" She closes her eyes and tries to control her breathing. "And finally, if you want to win a prize, remember that— fuckfuckfuckFUCK! —you'll have to be involved with oh! depositing sperm in vagina in some fash— ah! fashion for each cosplayer or group of," she stop to pant for a bit, "cosplayers you interact with."

"Isn't there an app?" someone asks.

The cavegirl nods, still bouncing. "After the vagina is filled with spunk,— God DAMN! as I hope mine is shortly —the expo's app has a tab where the cosplayers can judge your performance, and the highest marks will win prizes. Oh, this is nice, come on, fuck me! Spank me! Pull my hair! Come inside me!"

The audience is nodding, having gotten the gist of it. At that moment, the guy reaches up and grabs her braids and tugs on them, making the cave girl yell out loud in pain and pleasure, as he thrusts his dick into her and groans. After a few seconds, his grip relaxes, and both of them start catching their breath. The audience watching claps politely. Then she reaches next to herself, finds her phone, and in a few taps has obviously rated how she felt about the experience. The guy then reaches his own phone around for a selfie, both of them smiling and flushed, as he takes a picture of them both with him still firmly within her.

She stands up, some cum dribbling down her leg to mix in with the rest still plastered there, as the guy stands up with his phone and wanders off further into the auditorium.

Your attention no longer distracted by the cave girl (well, not entirely distracted, you still keep an eye on her readjusting her loincloth and picking up a discarded fur-covered bikini top and wraps it back on herself), you take a look into the auditorium. The air is not just filled with the dull roar of conversation but also punctuation with cries and grunts of passion. You walk fully inside, past the cave girl.

The lights are bright inside, the better for pictures, and now you see the orgy you were expecting. There have been partitions set up to help direct traffic in an orderly fashion, but with enough room for cosplayers to have pictures taken. Or they would have at any other convention: of course, today things are a bit different. You see plenty of costumes ranging from exceptional pieces of art to slap-dash efforts probably made the night before, all of which are in various states of disarray on human bodies.

There's a steampunk girl with short way brown hair, beautiful eyes and smile. Her hat has the requisite brass gears and goggles, she's wearing heavy-duty boots with copper tubing wrapped around them, and a flowing Victorian skirt that is covered with a leather apron from her waist down. Her top is a smart-looking jacket that is fully unbuttoned leaving her full, round tits swaying openly in the air as she smiles to everyone walking by. She's holding her phone in what looks like a homemade case that looks like an old photographer's box so she might be taking pictures as well as posing for them.

You see two black girls dressed in the Afro-futuristic style from one of the recent superhero blockbuster movies. They're standing back to back, posing for what seems like a regular picture, but you notice that their leather pants are unbuttoned and they look ready to shed them whenever asked.

There's a green airbrushed genie in alluring faux-Arabian gauzy veils (and not much else) holding up her tits and pointing the nipples at passersby. "Will your wish be granted when you rub my magic box?" you hear her asking.

Of course there's the gender-swapped costumes. There's a girl dressed as the female version of Alabama Jones, the adventurer archeologist from the movies, complete with fedora and whip, her white shirt unbuttoned to her belt with her full chest between her tits on display through the gap. Next to her is an attractive guy in a rather revealing and yet still very masculine version of the khaki shorts and green sleeveless shirt of Lauren Craft, the adventurer archeologist from the video games. They may have met by accident or perhaps came to the expo together, but either way it's an awesome setup. It almost makes you want a regular picture of the two of them together, let alone fucking the girl. Almost.

Beyond them, down the wide aisle are countless more people of all genders, shapes, sizes, and colors, all of whom are in a wide spectrum from fully dressed to fully nude to fully engaged in passionate public sex.