When Bettie Met Elvira 17 (Patreon)

All but the fullest swell of Elvira’s hips was revealed and Danny didn’t let the view go to waste. He forgot all about the transmitter to examine her startlingly white gams, their perfect loveliness unrelieved even by stockings.

When she came to a rest in front of him, he noticed how deep the valley of her cleavage ran. Her magnificent breasts were totally unfettered, which did nothing to stop them from being as plump and pert and ponderously rounded as they would be with a push-up bra underlying them.

Wordlessly, Danny moved the parts and tools off the pilot’s seat. Elvira graciously sat down, crossing her legs with a provocative tightening of thigh against thigh. “Thanks for giving me a place to sit,” she said with a wink. “Hope you liked it—I can tell I’ll want another one real soon.”

Danny picked up the transmitter for another look. “I’ve looked this thing all over, but I can’t find what’s wrong with it. If I had the right equipment, maybe, but out here I’m poking around in the dark!”

“Hey! Don’t knock poking around in the dark. That describes some of the best parties I’ve been to!” Seemingly impulsive, but really studiously insinuating, Elvira leaned over to him. Her voice dipped low. “Don’t tell me you’re in such a rush to get home. Don’t you know a little danger works wonders to make a girl appreciate a capable guy like you?”

“I’ll be much happier being appreciated when we’re all safe and sound.”

Her hand flew out to land on his knee. The touch immediately made its way to his groin, in feeling if not in fact.

“I couldn’t talk to you before… Gordy wasn’t your biggest fan, not after the crash…”

“I should say not! He hates every last inch of me!”

“That’s why I wanted to talk to you. I like Gordon a lot, but you were right.” Her hand moved up his knee, searing the muscles of his thigh with her caressing touch. “And you’ve got a lot of inches to hate.”

Leaning over, Danny dropped the transmitter into the cockpit’s foot space. He picked himself up to do it, but Elvira’s hand didn’t move. He did, and the motion brushed his burgeoning erection against her hand.

Elvira let it, touching him as lightly as a feather, but most definitely touching him. His manhood throbbed at the contact, but then Danny was seated again. Elvira moved her hand up to rub her chin. Her cheeks were tinged with pink.

Danny looked at her, stroking her thumb across her lips. “Getting a feeling?” he asked her.

“Keeping in touch,” she replied.

Danny returned the favor, reaching over to grasp a handful of Elvira’s thick thigh. “Just like Gordon and Bettie.”

“It seems the popular thing to do,” Elvira gasped, her breath coming fast as she tensed and clenched inside, hoping the roiling muscles of her thigh told Danny what his touch was doing to her. “He saw you and Bettie this afternoon…”

“Oh? Keeping an eye on me?”

“No, on Bettie. I’m keeping an eye on you.”

“And do you like what you see?”

“Show it to me and I’ll let you know.”

As stunning as all of Elvira’s body was, just then, the only thing drawing Danny’s attention was those buttons on her dress that were still fashioned. He quickly undid them, liberating the full, round hills of her bosom. First he eyed their satin-smooth heft, then he cupped them in his hands, groping and kneading the magnificent softness of them. It firmed and heaved with an underlying firmness that came to a head at her nipples. They stiffened and lengthened between his fingers.

Elvira came out of her seat, dropping to her knees between Danny’s legs, her face lifted upwards beseechingly. He came down on her hard, his mouth crashing into her lips, his tongue jetting into her mouth. She sucked and stroked it with her own tongue, encouraging him as he explored her mouth.

His hands busied themselves with pulling her dress from her shoulders and baring more of her to his eyes and to his touch. Elvira helped, shrugging and undulating her body until she was bare from the waist up, the cooling air of the day’s end washing over her. She shivered with delicious anticipation mixed with sensation.

It felt good to be naked. It would feel even better to be naked with Danny.

Elvira could not keep her hands to herself. She had to respond to each of Danny’s movements, touches, caresses. She reached out to his fly and unzipped it. Then her right hand dipped inside the crotch of his pants, found and released his hardened erection. Bringing it out into the open air where she could stroke and fondle it.

She gasped against Danny’s devouring kiss, disbelieving the girth and hardness she felt inside her fingers. Her touch made it throb even harder, grow even longer, as she confirmed its length and size with her slender fingers. Her nails gently scratched at its seething width—then her other hand joined the first, more and more of her being devoted to giving his manhood its due attention. She cupped his balls, using the tightness of her grip and the sharpness of her nails to tease out further arousal.

Danny gasped now: already pleased with her succulent body, he was even more enthused with her skill and willingness. His member jerked, expanding and hardening into her light-fingered caresses. There was more than enough for Elvira to use both hands on his shaft, twisting and circling, her hands going in opposite directions as though wringing water from a wet towel.

What she brought out, though, was a dollop of precum dripping from his cockhead. With it came a short, sharp intake of breath and a groan from deep in Danny’s chest. He broke the kiss with his hunger for her nowhere near sated and came abruptly to his feet.

The move took his prick away from Elvira; she growled in dismay, but quickly recaptured it. First with her hands, then with her mouth. She shucked back the loose foreskin to let out his reddened cockhead. Her lips went on the attack then, kissing and licking all over the engorged helmet. Her tongue savored and teased—it sought out the drops of precum running down from his glanshole.

Above her, Danny stripped the clothes from his upper body, throwing them over the transmitter as if to put a point on how it’d disappeared from his mind. He looked down to see Elvira’s tongue laving over the tip of his manhood like a cat enjoying tastes of some fine meal.

“Don’t lick, suck!” he demanded and though her kohled eyes shot up to him with an insouciant glare, Elvira’s lips obediently encircled his knob.

With it in her mouth, her tongue ran circles around his glans, the tip teasing its way into his corona. Then her tongue flattened for her to suck, pulling at every drop of cum in Danny’s balls. The suction cut off and the sinuous tip of Elvira’s tongue was at his glanshole, trying to enter the too-small slit, feeling each drop of precum on her taste buds as she solicited more and more of the delicious cream.

Danny’s hips moved softly, pumping with an exaggerated care so as not to dislodge Elvira from this sumptuous feeling she was giving him. It just felt too good for him to hold still. But it worked; Elvira was too experienced to be put off by a little thrusting. She accepted more and more of him into her mouth, her lips sliding over an increasing volume of his length, until over half of his throbbing erection was sheathed in the warm, wet tightness of her throat.

She gagged, gurgling, as though it hurt her in equal measure as it pleased him. And the delectable sensations that cascaded from the tip of his cock to the root, riding the roiling constriction of her throat muscles, were certainly a worthy exchange for the distress Elvira was having.

Danny had to have her… couldn’t just leave it at letting her mouth his wild erection… he had to take this hot little bitch… know that his cock had claimed her, not she it.

But he didn’t want Gordon’s sloppy seconds, no. If the priggish exec was going after Bettie, then Danny would do more than go in tit-for-tat. He’d have something Elvira surely hadn’t yielded up to that prick.

He’d fuck her wanton ass!

“On your hands and knees,” Danny ordered. “Let’s see that ass in the air!”

“I thought having my ass in the air was what got us in this mess in the first place,” Elvira quipped, but she did get down on all fours between the seats, facing away from the instrument panel, and Danny, so that he had unfettered access to her upthrust ass.

With Elvira’s rounded buttocks smashing into his gaze, Danny could barely look to the arousal running out of her swollen cunt lips, matting the soft curls that darkened her pale vulva.