Elvira Gets Meddled With 7 (Patreon)

Nervously, Velma struck a match. It was something she’d done a million times before… or, if not a million, then at least enough times that it should be second nature to her… but now, her hands shook. She had to grab the wrist of the hand holding the match—otherwise it would go out, her hand was shaking so hard. That was how she brought the match up to the joint in her mouth and lit it, puffing on the end between her lips to ensure the flame took hold.

Finally, the skunkish fumes breached into her nostrils and down her air passage. She took the joint out of her mouth and passed it to the moaning Fred.

“Here, Fred, this’ll make you feel better. Or, at least, it won’t make you care so much about how bad you feel…”

Fred breathed in deep, then coughed on the pungent aroma soaking his lungs. Velma took the joint back, dragging on it herself to keep the end lit and trailing out smoke, before she returned the joint to Fred’s mouth.

It wasn’t much of a painkiller, seeing as how Shaggy was still massively afraid of the slightest pain even though he spent almost every spare moment with reefer reddening his eyes. But Velma was willing to try anything. Even if it meant getting high herself.

“So much for going into politics,” she muttered, taking another toke before trying to get Fred to do the same.

It seemed to be helping a little. She picked up another joint and lit it so that Fred could get even more mary jane. Lucky for them both, since he was forbidden to toke in the van, Shaggy spent all his time on the road rolling joints for when he took Scooby for a walk.

She pulled on the joint and held the smoke in her lungs for as long as she could. Velma didn’t like being knowledgeable about such things, but Shaggy had explained it to her and if anyone knew how this stuff worked, it would be him.

She cupped her hand around the joint, trying not to lose any more of the precious smoke than she had to. The fumes were rank and she had to hold in a coughing fit.

After a few more rounds of nursing one joint and getting Fred to draw on the other, then switching, she began to feel her head getting lighter. Time became a curious thing—slower than she remembered. And it took a lot more effort than it used to for her to turn her head from side to side.

Velma and Fred smoked the first joint down to its last half-inch and then crushed it to nothing on the hardwood floor.

“How does it feel?” Fred asked her, no pain in his voice, just concern for his friend.

His words reached Velma from a long way off. Her mouth felt warm and stale. There were hundreds of important things to think, but none of them connected to each other. They tumbled through her mind and she couldn’t catch any of them. Just marveled at the flurry.

“I’m fine,” Velma said softly, falling back to settle on one elbow. “Too much fine… I didn’t know it would work so quick.”

“It should,” Fred grinned. “Shaggy spends enough money on it.” He put his hand on Velma’s knee, just below her skirt. His touch was light, but it was everything. “This your first time?”

Velma nodded. She felt good, like it even made sense that Fred was paying so much attention to her. She glowed with confidence. Only now that she had it, she didn’t want to talk. She only wanted to lie there and commune with this newfound serenity.

Eyes rolling slowly up in her head, she fell asleep.

***

Fred woke up with his hand on Velma’s ass and his cock as hard as iron, turning the crotch of his corduroys into a tent. He grinned to himself, thinking of all the damage he could do to Daphne with that exquisitely ready weapon. Or Velma—she was there. She was closer. He could smell Daphne, but far away. And his cock was stiff now.

***

On some level, Velma was aware of what was happening when Fred turned her body over, then raised her skirt up above her heart-shaped ass. Her blood began to race as his hands, big and sharp-tipped, slid under her sweater to cup her proud breasts.

“What are you doing, Fred?” Velma asked drowsily. “Why are your hands so hairy? Why’s everything so hairy? Did I fall asleep on a bearskin rug…?

Fred rolled her full tits under his palms, feeling the stiff nipples pricking his every touch. They were swollen and they were heaving. She was hotter than her confused, sleepy words could ever say.

Velma shuddered, moaning in her sleep as Fred’s touch now went between her legs. She flushed in embarrassment and something else, something heated, as he felt the dripping wet slot that her panties concealed, but couldn’t protect.

“You can’t touch me there…” Her voice was weaker, tremulous as Fred’s finger entered her throbbing sex. “Nobody touches me… ever touches me… there! You can’t just… start touching me… noooo…”

Fred panted, his tongue lolling out, saliva dripping from his open maw. He moved between her bare legs and she mustered no resistance to having her thighs spread apart.

Without her glasses on, Velma looked blindly at the man mounting her, only registering a blurry outline. It seemed like Fred, but it was bigger than she remembered him. Then his pants came down and she saw the swollen length of his erection. He took it in one huge hand, holding it up to her wet slit.

“Is that your penissss--!” Velma gasped, shutting her eyes and convulsing with pleasure as she felt herself plundered by a massively stiff hard-on. Giving her what she so desperately needed.

Fred dropped to all fours over her curvaceous body, holding himself up on outstretched arms while he pumped her with his cock, watching how her expression flickered and her breasts jiggled with him pistoning in and out.

It felt so good, he just had to howl.

“HWOOOOOOOOOHH!”

He tensed his ass as he rutted needfully into the apex of Velma’s thighs, driving into her again and again. Taking up all of her throbbing passage with his meaty cock, then pulling out only to demand the tightness within her all over again. Velma grimaced as she felt herself stretching, her unprepared cunt opening up to allow in all the swollen need of his prick.

“Unh! Fred! Gghhh!” Teeth clenched, she shook her head, unable to accept this pleasure when it came from her best friend ravishing her unwilling pussy. “Oh! Oh, Fred! You’re fucking me! You’re fucking my little cunt! Unh! I don’t want it! But I can’t! Hold back! Christ!”

Something gave in Velma’s mind. She surrendered entirely to this once unwelcome craving. Throwing her legs wide open, she closed them again around Fred’s waist—though he was so big that her ankles could barely meet. Then her hips bucked off the floor, her breasts shaking in all their fullness as she forced her dripping snatch to Fred’s prick.

“Oh Jesus, fuck me, Fred! I need it so bad! I need it in my hot pussy!”

Fred lay motionless on top of her, letting Velma fuck herself on his swollen cock. Slowly he pulled out of her, his vast strength easily holding Velma down, to tease her by only letting the tip of his cock stay in her squirming womanhood. Then he fell upon her again, hammering into her repeatedly, panting roughly as he steadily rutted her drooling cunt like such a wet, heated space deserved to be fucked.

He growled, as if seeking to warn her not to tighten her inner muscles anymore, not to attack his cock like it seemed her shuddering ecstasy was making her do. Not that Velma understood or could even help herself. She eagerly clenched her folds, clasping her pink passage on every inch of Fred’s pounding manhood.

“Yes, yes, it’s so good! I’ll make me come, Fred! I wanna come so bad! Fuck me until I come, fuck me until I break through the floor!”

His hairy scrotum slapped the roundness of her ass as if spanking it, punishing her for how much she was enjoying being fucked. Fred felt his cum churning inside his balls, reverberating with each blow they delivered to Velma’s buttocks, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he had to let all that cum out.

Panting for breath, Fred stopped holding back altogether and rutted Velma’s wet pussy as hard as he could. The floorboards creaked loudly as the lovers on top of them merged again and again, their bodies slapping together every time Fred’s prick sheathed itself in Velma’s pulsing sex.

“It’s happening, Fred! You’re doing it to me!” Velma cried, her voice loud with all the desperation she felt to come. “Oh God, fuck me, fuck that cock right through me! Hnnngh! I’m coming, Fred! Fuck me while I’m coming—fuck me full of your seed! I’m! Your! Bitch!”