When Elvira Met Bettie Chapter 20 (Patreon)

“Alright, damn you!” Bettie trilled. “I’ll suck you. I’ll let you put it in my mouth! Okay?”

“No, not okay,” Gordon laughed. “Not nearly okay! I won’t settle for anything less than that mongrel Cannon got! Besides, you don’t even know how to suck a man off, now do you? You’ve never given a blowjob before.”

“I haven’t,” Bettie confessed. “But you could show me how. Please, Gordon, I mustn’t cheat on Izzy, I mustn’t!”

“Then you just lie there and let me cheat for you. I promise you, Elvira won’t mind!”

He started to come down on her, but Bettie cried out and scrambled out from under his grasp. Gordon grabbed hold of her and hauled her back down under him. They wrestled against each other in the shallow water bordering the lagoon.

It was no contest. Gordon had too much strength for her to resist. After only a moment, he had her arms driven down into the water beyond hope of retrieval. Then he came down into the water with her, his hardened prick sliding between her thighs.

“This is some cold, cold water,” he cooed, madness gleaming in his eyes. “Let me warm you up… I’ve got something for you… nice and warm…”

***

Danny and Elvira both heard it… the far-away purr of airplane engines at full power. They meant rescue from being stranded in this green hell, winging overhead like an angel come to deliver them, but they didn’t pay attention. At the moment, they didn’t care.

It couldn’t matter nearly as much as the boiling passion that had them in its grip, melting them together into one being of yearning and release, catching them both in the same agonized need of looming release.

Now that he’d thoroughly soaked her asshole, though, all that was left to play with was her mouth. Her mouth and those stupendous tits. His cock fit just right stuffed between those two majestic hills…

Elvira took her mouth from his tip, letting her breasts and Danny’s endlessly pumping hips do all the work. “Sounds like help’s coming,” she quipped. “Ready to send up a flare?”

Danny grabbed her by her beehive hairdo and forced her back down onto all of his raging erection that emerged from her cleavage. Just as her ass had taken all of his length, so too did he demand all the satisfaction her tits and tongue could give him.

“Better suck all your ass off my cock before the rescue gets here,” Danny told her, and Elvira moaned in approval of how vocal he’d become.

As long as her mouth was occupied, someone had to keep the conversation going.

***

Bettie balanced on Gordon’s cock, feeling it saddled between her legs. He didn’t try at all to pierce into her. He simply lay with her, his lengthy erection meeting her boiling pussy, letting her feel its heft and throbbing hotness. He let her froth with the thought of it inside her—her recent memory of Danny leaving her fluttering with the easy imagining of how it would feel to have such meat inside her. Her lust skyrocketed, just wondering and wondering and wondering, until Bettie almost didn’t care how good it would feel, so long as she knew.

“I don’t want it,” she repeated, a mantra long since depreciated of meaning, she desired it so much more than she could ever deny. “I don’t want it! I don’t want it!”

Gordon didn’t attempt a debate. He moved his hardness back and forth, over and along her crevice, stimulating and arousing her from the bottom of her slit to her hungry little clitoris. Bettie moaned and seized up, her aroused labia practically sucking at his gently moving prick, it was pleasuring her so much. Damn him, but it would’ve been easier if he simply raped her. Then at least she’d know how it felt.

He was so near to her—almost inside her. All Bettie would have to do was reach down. The pressure of a finger would fit him to her slot and allow him into her. She wanted to do that, needed to. He was driving her mad, rubbing against her greedy sex without giving her what he made Bettie hunger for.

She forced herself to imagine Izzy’s face, reminding herself of how crushed he would be if she were unfaithful. Bettie didn’t let herself think of how unfaithful she had already been. Thoughts of Danny would only bring her spiraling head back to that abortive ecstasy. She’d start wondering if, having been disloyal already, she didn’t at least deserve the passion that went with it. And if not with Danny, then why not with Gordon? Neither man was her husband.

Still, she felt compelled—by brute stubbornness at this point—to say no to Gordon again. Nothing came out when her mouth opened. Abruptly and without warning, she’d found herself at the end of her self-control.

She was only an ordinary woman, not an exemplar of willpower. There had to be a limit anyone would reach under extremes: extremes of torment, extremes of sadness, and extremes of attraction. The fulfillment he tempted her with had become a need, a need she had to satiate.

So, holding the contact of his hearty erection against her sopping wet womanhood, Bettie lay back in the water as though melting into it and acquiesced with her whole relaxing body.

“Bettie,” Gordon sighed, seeming almost disappointed that the struggle was over, that now she had submitted to him and become one more person who gave him what she wanted.

Still, that merited no remission of his intent. He drove himself powerfully into Bettie, with all the potency he’d stored up waiting for her surrender, entering her totally, taking her until he had nothing more to give her than his engorged balls and their contents.

“AHHHHH!” Bettie crooned. “YES!”

She clung tight to Gordon, her hips in irrevocable motion, her pussy giving itself up to his every potent thrust. She wanted his thick, hard member inside her, each and every inch, and her wetness covered his penetrating cock salaciously, letting it slip right inside her. More, Bettie thought to herself, if her current animal instincts could be called thought. More!

She threw her legs around his waist, pulling him in even deeper when Gordon crammed himself inside. When she felt his fat knobby cockhead in the depths of her pussy, she moaned further encouragement. All of her jubilant body relished being filled.

“You like it, don’t you?” her lover gritted out, his energy already being run down by her all-consuming passion. “You love having a fat cock inside you as much as I love giving it to you!”

“Yes, yes,” Bettie cooed. “Oh God, Gordon, I need it! Give me what I need!”

Gordon spoke enthusiastically: “I will! I will! I’ll make you love it even more!”

He did. Bettie couldn’t dispute that. He fucked her as no one ever had, taking every pound of her for his pleasure with the efficiency of a machine. Even as he sweated and reddened, his prick worked tirelessly in and out of her receptive little hole. He fucked her hard and fast and constantly, exactly the way she’d wish for if she were deprived of sex for any amount of time.

She not only came, she came repeatedly. She climaxed until she felt faint. It was only when her orgasms seemed ceaseless, rolling over her one after another, that Gordon finally came himself. Filling her sex with his hot, sizzling satisfaction.

“I told you that you’d love it,” Gordon said smugly afterward. “I made you love it and it wasn’t that hard, you little slut. A filly like you will always love a big dick like mine.”

“Yes, Gordon,” Bettie said dismally.

***

It seemed to take forever, that long jog with every step a separate effort, but Izzy finally made it to the would-be signal fires. He dropped to his knees before the nearest one. A lashing of pain went through him, but he ignored it. Between the codeine and his own familiarity with pain, it was easy to keep working despite his body’s hurting.

He lit the tinder, then crawled on all fours to the next pile. It was too much effort to get to his feet, but after he got that tinder lit, Izzy felt a second wind.

He pulled himself up and limped to the third pile, pain striking him with each galloping step, until finally he was there. He had no energy left; his hurt was rapidly catching up with him. Izzy tossed the lighter into the tinder and it went up.

Then he lay back, watching three columns of smoke climb into the air above—the international distress signal. With what little wakefulness remained to him, he scanned the clouds, trying to will a plane into existence. Surely, he just hadn’t seen its silver hull against all that puffy white. And he could still hear rumbling engines… almost… when the blood wasn’t thundering in his ears…