When Elvira Met Bettie Chapter 19 (Patreon)

Bettie laughed haughtily. Gordon’s prideful attitude pushed her further into denial. Perhaps there’d been some small spasms with her body and Danny’s body, but Danny was young and handsome and clearly experienced.

She regretted what had happened with Cannon—the idea that she’d find greater pleasure with Gordon, enough to make a dalliance away from Izzy’s fidelity into a full-blown affair, was patently absurd.

“You certainly don’t lack for self-esteem. But a man as rich as you should know better than to make such a poor bet, especially with the stakes being what they are. You may be able to afford losing money, but that body of yours is the only one you have!”

“And it’s the only one either of us will need,” Gordon assured her, drawing down his fly.

Bettie found her eyes wandering to the fall of his zipper. She immediately blushed and turned away, but her glance hadn’t been lost on Gordon. He smiled knowingly and moved closer to her, fly open.

“Go on and take a look,” he said. “Why be shy? I’m sure not. You liked Cannon’s well enough—here’s more for you to like!”

Bettie sighed almost inaudibly. She wanted to look. She didn’t know why, but she did. She tried to avert her eyes, but Gordon stood right before her, on the bank of the river, where he towered over her with his crotch at eye level. There seemed nowhere for her stare to go but to his arousal—as though her own called out for his.

Watching her amusedly, Gordon finished lowering his fly only inches from her averted gaze. Bettie could not help but look at what’d been released from the tight confinement of his pants.

His burgeoning cockhead was a vivid purple, the color matching the swollen size. A massive hard-on like he had could not be a wan color, couldn’t be pale with its implications of spectrality. No, his was a real, vivid, bloody-minded erection—thick and hard—and her body reacted to it, like to like, with saliva flooding her mouth and a glow alighting in her sex.

“It’s yours, Ms. Page,” he breathed. “You can have every inch of it in your mouth, your pussy… even your ass… wherever you want to, you’ll get fucked by this good hard cock.”

She stared as if enthralled, hypnotized over and over again by each thick inch of hot meat lined up to challenge her. Her sex seethed with frantic desire and she shuddered—all too familiar with how a gorgeous endowment like that would feel inside her.

God knew she could use a sweet, decadent orgasm after all her worry and discomfort. Bettie could even think of it as payback for how uncouth Danny had been with her; wouldn’t he love the thought that his rival had fucked her as thoroughly as he had, if not more so?

Only one thing held her back: the thought of Izzy.

She spoke weakly, “Gordon, for Christ’s sake, we can’t!”

“I know I can!” he said, as firm as she was frail. “And I saw you do it well enough. There are three men stranded here—you can’t tell me I’m the only one you can’t do it!”

In a flash, with a grace she wouldn’t believe from a man with such a rampant erection, he’d skidded down the bank and grappled her. He forced her down into the slender layer of water right where it became the shore. It was like with Danny, the man lying on top of her, pinning her down with his weight, his erection going to her cunt like an arrow seeking a bullseye. The only difference was that she hadn’t surrendered to him… not yet.

Bettie wept with aggravation and pushed at his barrel chest, trying to unseat him while he progressed in his mounting of her. “I won’t let you!” she said desperately.

“No, you won’t!” Gordon agreed jovially. “So I’ll make you! I’ll make you do all sorts of things…”

Bettie knew from his tone that this was no idle threat. She would only have two choices: fight him off or surrender. She pushed harder against his broad body, but he only laughed and put a little more of his weight on her.

At the same time, he reached between her legs, pushing a stiffened finger inside her. Bettie was so surprised that she couldn’t control her body’s reaction. Her cunt roiled and convulsed where it was pierced.

“You’re so wet in there,” Gordon moaned. “You know it’ll take a lot of lubrication to get my ol’ hog up in you!”

“No!” Bettie gasped, with him pumping his finger in her exactly as he’d just threatened to do with his cock. “Please, Gordon, you mustn’t!”

It felt wonderful… she couldn’t bear it… she couldn’t live without it… she was ashamed of herself… she wanted more…

The man was rapacious. He wouldn’t stop until he had what he wanted; all of it his. Bettie sobbed and shook and pushed at his immovable bulk, but he had her cold. It was only his malevolence that kept him from immediately taking what he wanted. Like a boy tormenting an insect, he kept at her, toying with her juicy little sex until she had no choice but to shriek with enjoyment.

It was the worst pleasure she’d ever felt.

The best thing she hated.

***

Izzy watched Elvira walk to the crashed plane, heard her murmurs alongside those of Danny Cannon.

He felt better—much better than he was letting on to Bettie. Whenever he could, he sat up, stood, exercised his healing body back towards strength. Knowing that it wasn’t safe to be an invalid, not around here.

He didn’t like to mislead Bettie, but he no longer felt certain of her loyalty. Best to trust no one, at least until he had enough might to be able to fend for himself. He dare not rely on anyone when things were so fraught, the dynamic of the group in such constant motion.

Rising to his feet, he stretched carefully, not wanting to overexert his returning health. He still felt weak and his head was cloudy. It was better than the mewling pain he’d been in. There was no thinking through that haze of pain, but in this anesthetic fog, Danny could with effort plan and execute his next move.

Tomorrow, perhaps, he would cut down on his intake of the codeine tablets. The day after that, he might be able to stop altogether. He couldn’t allow himself to become dependent on their limited supply.

If he grew addicted and the pills ran out, he would be in as dire straits as he had been when he was first wounded. And he didn’t expect the situation to improve by that time. It might, in fact, come to a violent head.

How long had it been since that debilitating crash? How many days of pain and lost function? Two? Three? He couldn’t remember—his only impression of that time was pain and a few swirling memories of Bettie’s attempts at comfort. It was only this afternoon that he’d really been himself.

He hated reawakening to sense such guilt from Bettie. It would be horrible to wonder what she’d done to bear such guilt—but worse, maybe, to have a clear idea…

He wondered where she was. Small favors: it wasn’t Danny, who he’d thought had an eye for her. He was in the plane with Elvira. That left Gordon though. If Izzy didn’t know Danny well enough to trust the pilot with his wife, he damn sure knew Gordon enough not to trust him. And Bettie… he wondered if he knew her at all.

A sound broke into his consciousness, reminding Izzy of the roaring in his ears when the pain was at its height. But this wasn’t a symptom of the pounding headache he’d been afflicted with. It was engines—an airplane—the howl of it careening down from out of the sky in a rain of sound!

Izzy stretched to his full height, forgetting his fatigue, reliving the athletic energy he’d once taken for granted. He stared up at the infinity of blue overhead, but saw nothing breaking up that sprawl of color except for wisps of white cloud.

He turned to the wreck, expecting to see Danny and Elvira emerging, but the plane might as well have been empty. There was no motion he could see.

Izzy reached into his pocket and was relieved to find his cigarette lighter where he’d left it. Better yet: it worked! He dragged himself as quickly as he could to the three piles of brush that Danny had assembled in the middle of the clearing. Glancing back over his shoulder as he limped his way to their salvation, he still saw no sign of Danny or Elvira.

What jackasses! He felt sure that Elvira would be open to making love anytime, and probably had. Izzy’s teeth gritted with frustration at his own weakness and their carelessness.

He called out: “There’s a plane! A plane!”