When Elvira Met Bettie Chapter 12 (Patreon)

It didn’t take long for Gordon to find the perfect thing for the hard-on that Danny and Bettie had left him with. Elvira was bent over the firepit, trying to kindle a new flame, and the scratching of one stick against another did real nice things to how one of her buttocks was moving against the other.

Feeling his eyes on her, Elvira straightened and there Gordon was, behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist and his bulging erection pressed between her buttocks.

“You look delicious,” he said.

“And I feel good too, don’t I?” Elvira replied, moving his hands down from where they’d landed on her ample breasts.

She was a little unenthused. A relationship could really take the fun out of sexual harassment. Now that she’d gotten to know Gordon, she realized he really didn’t care how she looked, no matter how much trouble she took for her appearance. All he cared about was having a place to empty his wrinkled balls. Elvira couldn’t say she minded that, but it lost a lot of its charm when Gordon couldn’t take her to a movie premiere or five-star restaurant.

“You smell good too,” Gordon leered, his fingers working open the buttons of her dress.

“Let me see, what’s next… how I taste?”

“No thanks, there’s been enough of that already!”

“Not around here,” Elvira countered, patting her rump. “What’s the matter? Don’t you have a thing for devil’s food cake?”

Unmoved, Gordon peeled her out of her dress and draped it over a nearby rock. Next was her bra. Elvira supposed she could slip out of that herself, but she knew men had trouble with the things and it amused her to see a guy fumble with it. Perfect opportunity for some bon mots before she got her bon-bons played with.

But Gordon was too experienced to let a little hook slow him down. Before she knew it, he was weighing her breasts in his hands like he was about to cross a pair of melons off his shopping list. Then, turning her around, he fastened his mouth to her left nipple and sucked it practically off her chest, like he wasn’t satisfied with how it pushed through her dress already!

It felt good too. That was the exasperating thing about Gordon. Here she was trying to trade sexual favors and he managed to turn her on! It would be a hell of an embarrassment when she sat down to write her memoirs. And she couldn’t very well lie—her fans would never accept being deprived of a spicy love scene, much as a traumatic assault would be better for her feminist credentials.

Gordon pulled his lips off her breast to fill it with a smile instead. “How about giving me a hand?”

“I’m more used to getting one.”

“I mean a mouth. I bet you can get a nipple in your mouth too. Try it. Those boobs are too good for one of them to have to do without.”

Despite herself, Elvira felt her cunt tremble. The rest of her shuddered with lust as she lifted up the breast that Gordon hadn’t bestowed his attention on. Thanks to just how ponderously endowed she was, she was able to get face to face with it. Then, it was just a matter of parting her lips and she had a mouthful of swollen nipple.

As she’d often suspected, it was delicious.

“Beautiful!” Gordon cheered. “Does that turn you on?”

Elvira mumbled assent and nodded, putting a pleasing tug onto her nipple with the motion. Of course it did. Who wouldn’t feel aroused with the tip of Elvira’s tittie in their mouth?

“Why don’t you show me just how turned on you are? I caught Bettie in the act and now I want to do a little comparison… think of it as the two of you auditioning for a big, big part!”

Elvira wanted to tell him to leave the jokes to her; he was funny enough all on his own. But now that she’d gotten her nipple into her mouth, she didn’t want to let it go. And what was that about catching Bettie in the act? The prude seemed too high-strung to masturbate, but it was always the quiet ones… She’d struck Elvira as having a stick up her ass, so it was good to know she enjoyed it at least.

Elvira reached down to her groin and fingered her labia. Gordon’s eyes gleamed as he watched her. They practically bugged out of their sockets when she pushed two fingers inside herself, then pulled them right back out to show him the wetness they were coated in.

“Running a leak, huh?” he grinned.

Elvira nodded. “How about seeing if you can plug it?”

She was asking for it, but she doubted he would give it to her. They’d run this routine before. As attracted as Gordon was to her body, sometimes he just wanted to see her jill off. She didn’t mind; if you counted it as a performance, he was one of the best audience members she’d ever had, if not the best member.

But any masturbation left her wanting the real thing—who was she to deprive a grateful public of her gifts? So she wanted to be fucked. Unfortunately for her, Gordon could be just as satisfied with watching her pleasure herself as, well, anyone would be. So all she was left with was his cum on her breasts.

Which was a waste. If there was anyone who didn’t need to lighten their skin tone, it was her. Besides, feeling a man fucking his cum into her body meant she could put a pregnancy scare into him. That kept them humble. She’d gape and moan at the sight of his prick spurting out cum and it’d give Gordon all kinds of ego.

Maybe she’d offer him anal sex, then pretend to mistake him for someone else when he was inside her. That ought to keep him in line. Especially if she used a Jewish name instead.

“Fuck it yourself,” Gordon said, bringing her back from her daydreams. “Let’s see how well your fingers do as a cock.”

“Or why don’t we see how well your cock can finger me?” Elvira suggested. “No? Worth a shot…”

She thrust her fingers in and out of her sex while his hands fumbled with belt and fly. Eventually he had his swollen prick out; he stroked it slowly, as if joining in with how Elvira was touching herself. And she stared at his enormous cockhead, liking the thought of how it would feel inside her dripping pussy.

Gordon walked himself to the edge of coming, but didn’t let himself go over. He stopped priming his cock to go after Elvira’s breasts again, biting and sucking at her nipples like a wild animal desperate for sustenance.

Elvira thrust her breasts into his face, enjoying the way he squeezed and fondled them. He’d leave them sore, but she hardly cared so long as she got some pleasure with her little bit of pain. Or a lot.

Arching her back, Elvira closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the intense sensations Gordon was sparking in her breasts. He had a hand on each of her mammaries and he squeezed their soft roundness until the flesh bulged between his fingers. Then his hands slowly came off her tits, his touch dwindling on them until only his thumbs and forefingers were still in contact, pinching her long nipples.

He pulled on them, drawing her breasts out from her chest until they would go no further. Then he drove his groping fingers back into the exquisitely pliable flesh. With her plucked nipples and caressed tits, Elvira was caught between both pain and pleasure. The muscles of her taut abdomen quivered uncontrollably. Her groin was saturated by how her cunt ran with lust.

“Get on your back!” Gordon hissed. “I want to come down on that cunt like the fist of God!”

“I usually save the fisting for a second date, but if you packed some lube…” Elvira sprawled out on the ground, her legs stretched apart to give him a straight shot at her pussy.

Kneeling between her feet, Gordon used both hands to open her labia to the glossy pink inside of her. “Christ, what a pussy you’ve got!” he breathed. “I can feel it burning! It’s like a furnace!”

“Yeah, I have a feeling it’s about to be white-hot,” Elvira quipped.

Finally, Gordon released her. He couldn’t take the sight of her wet pink interior anymore, not when he knew how good it would feel around his cock. He slipped his trousers down, freeing his erection. It stood straight out in front of him, the cockhead swollen and dripping. Letting it lead the way, he crawled on top of Elvira.

She didn’t know anything but her mounting need to be fucked. She didn’t feel any love for Gordon, only thankfulness that he was getting on with it. She looked down and saw him positioning his knob at the gates of her cunt. Elvira only felt his glans against her splayed labia for a moment before he’d grabbed hold of her buttocks and pulled them together, slamming his endowment inside her up to the hilt.

“Oh God YES!” Elvira cried out. “Fuck that pussy!”

Gordon knelt, gripping Elvira by her voluptuous hips and pulling her to him. His arms bunched with muscle as he forced her into the relentless thrusting of his hips, balancing on his knees with Elvira in his lap, her legs vee’d past his midsection.

Elvira was shocked that a man his age could be so physical. Without any respite, he fucked her as hard as any of the younger men she had been with. When she moaned in grateful pleasure, Gordon’s lips pulled back, displaying a broad, toothy grin on his weathered face.

“Enjoying yourself, huh? Bet you didn’t think old Gordon could give you a fuck like this, now did you?”

Elvira flexed her hips, arched her back, flinging her body into the rhythm Gordon set. She was well on her way to coming when Gordon suddenly pulled out of her. She whimpered louder than when he’d been inside her.

“Not yet,” Gordon told her, leering down at her panting chest and flushed cheeks. “I know all it takes to get you off is a big stick. A stick like Cannon has! But I’m not just gonna make you come! I’ll show you who the real man around here is!”

Moving his hand into her lap, he pinched her pulsating clit between thumb and forefinger. Elvira wailed at an explosion of sensation so intense it was very nearly painful. Rubbing her button between his two fingers, Gordon moved his other hand down to her sopping wet pussy. It took three fingers as easily as it’d taken his fat cock.

“Your little box feels great,” Gordon said with a chuckle. “I bet it doesn’t taste bad either!”

Shoving Elvira away from him, he swooped down onto her lower body, his kissing mouth seeking out her sex. Elvira cried out and opened her legs again, bucking her glistening cunt up into his tonguing passion for her. He was toying with her, but as long as she got played with, Elvira didn’t mind being a toy.

When she felt his stiffened finger pushing between her asscheeks and into her anus, she knew it was only a matter of time before she got off hard. If that did something for Gordon’s self-esteem, fine. Elvira didn’t mind a guy being full of himself so long as she got filled too.

Despite the fact that her asshole was infinitely more delicate and tighter than her pussy, Gordon was even rougher with it than he’d been fucking her cunt. He rammed his finger in deep and didn’t let her forget for a moment what it was doing inside her. It was fucking her. She was getting fucked in the ass.

Elvira strained her pussy into his face while her asshole clenched around his finger. The tension mounted inside her, immense, eye-watering. A captivating nothingness in her cunt, shot through with the insubstantial teasing of his flickering tongue, while her ass was achingly full, stretching, opened, skewered on the ecstasy of Gordon’s fucking digit.

She was consumed by orgasm, her hands grabbing at Gordon’s head, trying to force his mouth harder into her groin. But he pulled away with a laugh to look down at her. His finger kept rutting inside her asshole, making her buck to meet it. Gordon grinned in delight at how she moved for him.

“You like taking it up your ass, don’t you sweetheart?”

Elvira shut her eyes and keened. “Oh! Oh, good God, don’t stop!”

She felt a sudden stretching in her anus, the intensifying ache mingled with a rapturous bonfire. It reminded her of when she’d had the tip of Gordon’s cock against her, then taken several inches of it into her depths. It wasn’t length she’d gotten this time, but girth. Two fingers inside her barely ready asshole.

She groaned and pumped her ass against Gordon’s hand, reaching down with her own fingers to play at her clit, pulling and tugging it as if to somehow compensate for the pain of how his twinned fingers fucked her ass.

Then sudden, sharp pain, overwhelming the pleasure from her sensitive bundle of nerves, washing over it but not burying it—even as she cried out in shocked hurt, the pain fell under a rising ecstasy, a series of crescendos flying higher and higher. Overcoming her. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was Gordon licking his lips, his own hungry eyes on four fingers fucking her stretched asshole.