When Elvira Met Bettie Chapter 27 (Patreon)

Elvira took more of his lengthy erection into mouth and throat, until she could feel his body hair on her chin the same way he felt her pubic fluff around his kisses.

Izzy couldn’t believe his senses. The feel of being inside Elvira’s mouth crazed him beyond all control. It all seemed like it couldn’t possibly be happening to him. He’d been excited beyond reason by her soft, smooth breasts—her taut, silken stomach—her full lips… but kissing her pussy was a complete revelation to him. Unreal in how rapturous it was.

He hadn’t wanted to take this step, break this taboo, with anyone but his wife. But once she’d taken him into her mouth, all Izzy had wanted—could want—was to return the favor. There was no way he could take Elvira’s ministrations, slurping up and down his manhood, without trying to do the same to her. He celebrated within to hear her moan raggedly, her cries of pleasure gurgling around his member, while her hips undulated with his tongue’s strokes in a slow, ineffable series of motions.

He probed the soft, accepting folds of her womanhood—moved his tongue even further into the vivid wetness she held. Her hands flowed over his buttocks, then onto his balls, cradling and squeezing them, encouraging him to lick her more fervently. She was growing excited, growing even readier than she already was.

Elvira moved in gyrations, her hips pumping and swaying in constant counter-rhythm with his licks. Her walls grasped at his lapping tongue, making him feel and taste her moistness. She was wetter than he thought a woman could be, wet enough for a man to slide right into her no matter how big he was.

Izzy’s tongue sought out her clit. He ran his tongue from the little clamshell that held it to where its tip clawed at the air, at every ounce of pleasure it could get.

Her body jerked convulsively. She let out a groan that was born where his tongue met her flesh and worked its way out through her mouth, out from the depths of her being.

Elvira wanted more. It was impossible for a woman to sound like that and not want more.

He clashed his tongue against all sides of the little spire, against the top of it and the bottom of it, and Elvira pumped her cunt down into Izzy’s face so that his mouth was kissing all of her pulsing sex. He drove into her with all of his tongue, enjoying the tightness he felt inside her.

Elvira responded to his tongue’s movement with her whole body, moving along it, pushing her mouth further down on his member. So far down Izzy’s cockhead hurt some, feeling how tight her throat constricted around it. He tried to pull away, pressing his ass to the ground, but Elvira pulled right back, her hands splayed on his hips, her mouth warm and welcoming when he gave his cock back to her.

So he eased further in, soothed, contented, letting himself into her until all of him seemed to be in the back of her throat. He felt her lips brushing against the base of his cock. It amazed him that Elvira could swallow so much of him without choking. His own pleasure in good hands, Izzy turned his attention back to Elvira’s. Her so-sensitive bundle of nerve after nerve made a tempting target.

Izzy felt the softness of her thighs, felt their firmness too. His palms pushed as they felt, opening her legs further so that his tongue could reach more of her, deeper into her.

Her flowering sex gave him all the access he could want. He shoved his mouth against her, his tongue at work deep inside Elvira, thrashing in and out of her slot with the confidence of the last few minutes he’d spent reducing Elvira to utter ecstasy.

He felt out her anus, suddenly pushing through the reluctant portal to hold his finger inside her. Elvira shook and quailed around his manhood. Being anally penetrated clearly increased the sensations already racing through her nerves.

Izzy drove his tongue into her as far as he could get it, like he was trying to lick the finger he had up her ass. Elvira’s hips tilted and grinded against him, squirming and shaking in wild enjoyment. She came—a rush of new flavor hitting Izzy’s tongue—and he knew now that he couldn’t do anything else.

Izzy slammed himself down into her mouth, holding his cock deep in her gullet, challenging the tightness of her throat. He felt her chin against his balls. His prick swelled and lurched—he could only imagine how it felt to Elvira—and then he spurted.

“MMMMMMMM!” Elvira gurgled happily, her throat convulsing around his manhood while she swallowed everything she could.

Time and time again he flooded her mouth, Elvira trembling and moaning ecstatically and sucking what he fed her down into her accepting belly.

His shooting cock thrilled Elvira. Her body went into a meltdown, her orgasm intensifying like she was feeling his as well as her own. Her vision blurred. Her pussy burned, quivering and twitching, swallowing Izzy’s tongue like her mouth was swallowing his jism.

Elvira wetted his groin with liquid kisses, moved to the muscles of his thighs when the musk she got off his crotch was too much for her frenzied senses. But she was too addicted to stay away for long. She lowered her face into his lap, embracing his pelvis with tight arms. Whimpering in sensual enjoyment. Her eyes glazing even as they looked up into his.

More kisses, sucking the moistness from where it spilled down the length of his member, but leaving him no dryer. She did it while swaying her nicely rounded ass, a dance of arousal that crescendoed with every shift from left to right, right to left.

Izzy lay across the ground, feeling drained but somehow very strong. He caressed Elvira’s hair as she sprawled over his body. She was, in that moment, the most beautiful, most desirable woman he’d ever seen. He couldn’t even compare her to Bettie—he couldn’t remember so much as his wife’s name.

Elvira traced her fingers along the curve of his hips, cupped what she could of his flank, and pressed herself tightly to him in a loving squeeze. Softly mewling in contentment.

***

Bettie moved through the moonlight, approaching the figure she saw lying by the stream. It wasn’t until she was closer that she realized it wasn’t anyone—not any one person—but Irvin and Elvira, together, the outlines of their bodies joined in the pale silver light.

No clothes broke up the momentum of their flesh’s lines. They were naked with each other; sharing the same nudity.

Bettie stopped dead. She watched. She listened. Their words came to her as clearly as if they were confessing what they’d been caught at.

“God, baby,” Elvira said huskily, her hips swaying ever-so-slightly. “You’re delicious! I may not get off on being fucked in the mouth, but at least I get a good meal. Ohhh, Izzy… do you always come so much or just when I’ve skipped breakfast?”

Scalding tears blinded Bettie. It was obvious, overt. They were lovers. Izzy wasn’t Bettie’s man anymore; he was Elvira’s. Just as she wasn’t his. She was Danny and Gordon’s—there was nothing in particular to bind her and Izzy together. They might as well have been strangers, the way they had nothing in common that wasn’t shared with everyone else they were stranded with.

Bettie would’ve run but for her inability to summon up any real energy, real strength. She stumbled, her vision of obstacles blurred by tears of jealousy and remorse, shame for herself and for her wayward husband.

She tried to make her way back to camp, wanting only the privacy of her shelter and the isolation that would see her sobs uninterrupted. The only thing that would make this worse was Danny or Gordon’s plying attempts to comfort her. Trying to seduce her.

And even if she didn’t give in, she would be tempted, because she was no better than Irvin. She could’ve lived with him being better than her… looking up to him… serving him because he was the man and he knew better. But now they were both just adrift. She had nothing to hold to beyond the hateful knowledge of how lost they both were.