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When Elvira Met Bettie Chapter 26
🕑 Added 2023-07-26 20:59:00 +0000 UTCNothing on but the black mascara that blotted out Elvira’s eyes with each blink and the plaits of hair that escaped her beehive, traipsing down her shoulders like trickles of dark water. Her body curved and careened, chest thrust out to center her enormous breasts in his disbelieving eyes: they seemed even bigger than they did within her low-cut clothes, draped only slightly lower than her bra had held them, and with the nipples popping upward like mints left out on a freshly made hotel bed.
Her flesh was pale, but lavishly alive. Blue veins, just big enough to be visible, scored her full breasts, speaking of hot blood racing inside her despite her pallid appearance. Izzy wondered how cool her skin would be. He wondered how warm she would be inside.
He sat there as he wondered, unable to so much as twitch while Elvira moved between his legs, bringing her womanhood up to his face. Without thinking—his mind was too busy on the sight of her, on the imagining of her, even when he could touch her and discover for himself—he reached out and put his arms around her hips. He didn’t even think to exert pressure on her; as soon as she felt his touch, Elvira drew close to him, letting his face snuggle into her warm lap.
She stretched hands down to unbutton his shirt. Izzy let go, dazedly thinking he had to if he wanted more of her… wanted to feel her on his bare skin instead of on his clothes. She took his shirt off, then pulled his undershirt up until it cleared his head. Izzy reached for her again, but Elvira dropped down onto her knees, where she unbuckled Izzy’s belt and pulled off his shoes.
Izzy stood, hyperventilating, feeling a surge of eroticism that nearly brought him to his finish when Elvira pulled pants and briefs down off his long, stiff manhood. She took hold of it the moment it was free, her hands pumping joyously on all its length.
Elvira took one hand off it to move to his balls, fingernails scratching lightly at its wrinkled skin. She raked at his balls in their bag while her other hand shucked back his foreskin and exposed his cockhead to her ovaled lips.
Her tongue moved over his glans and Izzy gasped in pure sensual pleasure, his mind flicking back and forth from the delicious pain of her fingernails clawing his scrotum to her tongue pushing at his too-small glanshole. Then she was sucking on the top of his cock, slowly, languidly, pulling on it at the same unhurried rate that her nails were moving along his rotund balls.
He grew even longer and harder than her naked body had made him, arousal twitching and jerking in every inch of his length. Elvira knew she couldn’t get him much more aroused without finishing him. She let go of his cock and looked up at his flushed face.
“I’m being rude… I’ve let you sample being in my mouth and my hands, but how are you supposed to decide where to put it when you haven’t tried my pussy?” She eased herself back, lying down to her full sprawling height on the grass. “Come on, lover, give me a try. As many inches of ‘try’ as you’ve got!”
“You mean?” Izzy half-asked, his gaze traveling down to her groin, feeling a sense of violation in even seeing that naked… a thrilling violation…
Elvira opened her legs, revealing her softly shuddering womanhood to him. Her hips moved in sinuous little motions, dancing their way into his urges. Lifting her cunt up only to lure Izzy down to it.
“Yes,” she moaned. “On top of me! Let’s see what good cushions these big boobs make—and how much pushin’ you can make!”
The come-on was obvious, self-evident, but though the striker clicked, the flame refused to light. This was what he’d wished for from Bettie—dreamed that it could be so easy—but now, with Elvira, something in him was reticent. Elvira’s invitation seemed blunt enough to be damning, like she’d said in plain English something that should be handled in euphemism.
Izzy felt better just lying down beside her, then kissing her. Deep and passionate, filling her mouth with his tongue and enjoying how she suckingly accepted it, her hands petting his naked body, making the reverberations from the kiss sink deep down into his flesh.
Gently, she ushered his lips to her chin, then down her throat, finally getting them to her breasts. He kissed her there, on nipples so pointed they seemed to be offerings to him, and Elvira encouraged him with each heave of her chest and little sighed exhale. He kissed her tits, then licked them, then sucked on them.
Whatever he did, Elvira only urged him on. Her moans and writhing were irresistible. Finally, he bit into a nipple. Her fingers dug into his back, not encouraging him anymore—there was no need of that. Elvira simply needed to vent the glee he gave her. Her fingernails clawed down his shoulders, nails carving red furrows into his flexing trapezius.
Izzy choked on a gasp of pain, then moved back to her mouth. A long, hard kiss that made him taste Elvira’s delighted panting. Her tongue flicked in and out of his mouth, bringing on another kiss, then another.
Elvira felt his hands lock onto her breasts, hard fingers kneading the potent flesh, twisting and pulling the nipples, and Izzy kept massaging and torturing her bosom as he went down her body. He kissed her smooth, flat abdomen—tongue spearing into her belly button, hands still working her plump tits.
Elvira felt him all over: her own desire and the shockwaves of his touches flashed down in her womanhood. She opened her thighs and looked down to see his head go between them.
Izzy couldn’t just devour her, no matter his hunger. Elvira’s throbbing sex intimidated him. He went for her thighs instead, her pubis, every gorgeous inch of her groin except for the cunt itself. Exasperated, Elvira moved him by the hair, holding him between her thighs and moving her hips up into his downturned face.
Izzy’s eyes widened at her shudderingly aroused sex, but he didn’t open his mouth. Elvira’s fondness for his antics died quickly in the face of her unsatisfied lust.
“Kiss it, Izzy!” she groaned. “Use your tongue and use it on me!”
Izzy could not even move to shake his head, could not think of either giving into Elvira’s request or denying her. His blockaded mind only thought of Bettie: her pristine body, her love for him, her own innocent cunt. It would’ve been enough to get him to turn Elvira down, only his mindless mind had to keep going. Elvira’s body with Danny. Her love of being fucked, not just him. Her cunt full of Gordon Vought.
Patiently, as though teaching a pet a new trick, Elvira stooped over Izzy as she pulled his head up. She kissed him powerfully, pulling on his tongue, reaching down to his outthrust cock. Her thumb rubbed over the smooth, shiny glans, tightening her grip on his shaft so that when his erection shook, it had nowhere to go but into her closed fingers. She moved at the wrist, stroking him up and down, his foreskin going back and forth.
Unthinkingly, Izzy moved his hips. He fucked into the pleasure Elvira’s hand gave him. She held him firmly, letting him rut, her fingers dug into the girth of his prick but unable to hold it still. She grabbed a handful of Izzy’s ass instead, using it to maneuver him around until he was kneeling above her head. Her legs went up; her ankles crossed behind his neck. Acrobatically she pulled him by her literal toehold until his face was back down in her loins. They were almost sixty-nining.
Elvira let go of his cock and provided her open mouth instead of her closed hand. She licked it into her soft red lips. Izzy pushed mindlessly into the sheath she provided and with him comfortably settled into her mouth, Elvira started sucking.
She recreated the movement, the rhythm, that had intoxicated Izzy past the point of remembering his battered faithfulness. Moving her sucking lips rapidly up and down on his manhood. It tasted fantastic. But it could feel fantastic too.
Izzy moaned with the succulent thunder beginning to gather in his prick. When Elvira rested her leg on the back of his head, he went willingly downward, touching his lips to her soft, moist cleft. He kissed it. He wanted to kiss it more. His tongue came out of his lips and into the strong, fine femininity of her.
Elvira sucked needfully on his cockhead and with each little pull she gave his burgeoning knob, his tongue moved more rapidly over her pussy lips and inside her folds. She ran her hands over his glutes and walked her fingers between his legs until she held his balls—feeling them bloom with semen to glut her undying hunger.
