Elvira's Invitation update

“Ahhh,” Swamp Thing groaned, the sound undulating out of him as his cock exploded inside her.

Throwing his head back and releasing the hoarse noise far gentler than his hot cum, which washed Elvira’s depths with shocking force. It oozed back out of her, covering Swamp Thing’s pelvis as he jerked into her twice more, then came away. There was another Swamp Thing behind him.

“Yes, yes, I want another one!” Elvira cried. “Gimme a new cock! Fill me up again! HURRY!”

“There is… no need to worry,” yet another Swamp Thing—she’d lost track of how many there were—pronounced as he approached Elvira’s face.

Reaching down, he took a handful of her dark hair and pulled her up until she was sitting. Then he stepped up to her, offering his bared cock to her face.

“Suck it,” he instructed. “Go on… your sex cannot be the only hole… you have available…”

Elvira looked longingly at the shaft of stirring plant matter. She’d never been one to look forward to eating her veggies, but she supposed this had to be an exception. Elvira grabbed it and pulled it to the wide oval she formed with her lips, slipping them over his tip and sucking her way down, wildly flailing her head from side to side until she had him in her throat.

“Satisfactory,” Swamp Thing rumbled out. “Most satisfactory…”

He ran his fingers through her hair, unnecessarily encouraging his efforts as she used her lips and tongue as much as she could. Soon bobbing her head, sucking on his hard cock and hoping it was as vulnerable to her ministrations as a less floral man.

“Uumph! Aagh!” His ass hunched with her, forcing his prick further into her throat.

Another Swamp Thing approached. He got behind Elvira, stuck his cock between her rounded buttocks, and began stroking himself in the hot recess they provided. Elvira reached behind herself and guided him to her asshole, then grabbed at another Swamp Thing’s cock, pulling him down so she could mount him. His pliant body made it easy—it was like manhandling a Jell-O mold.

Somehow she got them all aligned, the hard ridge at the top of a cock splitting her cunt lips and tickling her clit. She tightened her thighs and backed into another cock, raging lust nestled between her buttocks. The Things started fucking her, pumping and rutting, while Elvira sucked on the one she had in her mouth, moans and groans for every second she spent fellating him.

Elvira’s insides burned, her thighs twitched. There was so much cock massaging her quivering flesh. Already she wanted more—those big hard-ons stampeding inside her, filling her with cum until she was stuffed so full that she’d never forget their feel.

Three cocks at once, she thought with a smile—at least, a smile wrapped around the dick in her mouth. Three beautiful hard pricks pumping cum into me, one after the other, so that it never stops! Her mouth watered at the thought. So did her pussy.

“Yesss… so much cum… to give her all she deserves,” Swamp Thing gritted out, and rammed his firing cock deep into her gullet.

Elvira was still forcing herself to swallow when she felt more cum blast between her cheeks. Hands reached around her to grab both of her big tits, squeezing them tightly while more hot seed lashed her body.

Then she was on her back, no longer the skilled whore getting triple-teamed, but just a cock holster being worked, a pocket pussy for the Swamp Thing on top of her, wildly pumping away into the receptacle that was actually meant for all the cum he had to give her.

“You must really like being watered from the way you’re making me squirt!”

“I could use you… for hours…”

“You’d better!” Elvira groaned. “And since plants like sunlight too, you should know the sun shines out of my ass!”

Her body was going wild. Her plump ass slapped the floor and then flew up to meet the plunging horsetail-cock Swamp Thing had to give her.

“Here…” Swamp Thing thundered and warm, sticky sap slapped against the entrance to her womb in huge spurts. Elvira came with him, eyes crossing, feeling like she’d be swimming in his cum soon enough.

The moment his cock came away from her, she pushed three fingers where it had been, churning them around in the room Swamp Thing had left for her to play in. Her thumb whipped at her clit and she fondled her breasts with her other hand, forcing one up until she was able to suck the stiff nipple and then flicking the other puckered tip.

One of the Swamp Things pulled her to her knees, her head down. Elvira shoved her ass back to encourage him. The place now smelled of sweat and pussy and plenty of Swamp Thing’s smoothie-like juice, but she didn’t mind. She couldn’t imagine how many hippie chicks would go down on her now that her holes smelled like freshly cut grass…

Vines played over her, hundreds of them, tiny tendrils sampling the motion as she worked her fingers in her cunt and her quivering ass in the air. Guttural sounds fell out of her throat. Her legs were cramping from how open they were.

A tentacle snaked over her asscheeks, pulling them apart and probing her sphincter. Elvira moaned and gyrated her hips. Her wetness was drunk by the vines spiraling up her legs. Her knees trembled and her body shook while she continued masturbating herself, determined to get all the pleasure she could out of the passionate state Alec had left her in.

A tentacle pushed inside her anus and a moment later she felt another of his cocks pressed against the grommet. The ring of muscle stretched and before she knew it, it had popped inside. Elvira kept playing with herself—she couldn’t stop, it felt too good, she didn’t care if she was seconds away from Swamp Thing fucking her himself, this was heaven! She could even feel the dick plugging her anus; he pumped faster now, bellowing unreservedly when he gave up his load.

His cock rammed in and out, piledriving her, Swamp Thing’s hands on her hips to clutch her tight until he, this him, was empty.

Elvira came just like he did, sobbing with every stroke he gave her. She babbled like a madwoman, saliva glistening on her chin. Before she could catch her breath, another Swamp Thing was behind her. He easily sodomized her, slipping in on all of the slick cum she’d been filled with, and the moment she felt him stabbing for her bowels, Elvira spasmed in another climax.

She moaned while Swamp Thing grunted, gurgled, his prick forcing her rectum to stretch more with every thrust. As more tendrils insinuated themselves into the hairs of her pubic thatch, Swamp Thing made her a cum dumpster again, leaving his load draining out of her splayed asshole.

Elvira dropped down, exhausted. Swamp Things surrounded her, jerking off now. She shut her eyes for what felt like a second and then reared back into consciousness to the feel of them emptying themselves on her, splashing her all over with their thick, heated seed.

One of the Swamp Things shoved his shooting cock into her mouth and made her gargle on the slimy load he gave her.

“Every drop… must be sucked,” he exhaled.

“Give it all to me!” Elvira begged him. “Come all over me! Oohh, all of you, come on this bitch, on my pussy and my tits and on my face!”

And they did, a white-hot stream splashing onto her right breast. Then another covered her left breast. Elvira squirmed as the warm liquid honeyed over her decadently fleshed tits. Her eyes glazed over as more cum covered her pussy.

Elvira shoved her hands down her body, arching her hips as she opened the lips of her womanhood, feeling Swamp Thing ejaculating on her sensitive folds and making her clitoris glow. When more cum was spent on her face, her mouth was open in enjoyment and she tasted the sweetness she was being bathed in. Elvira stuck her tongue far out, letting Alec come directly on her taste buds, her mouth filling and the cum spilling past her lips to whiten her cheeks and chin and neck.

Her quaking body exploded into a delicious climax as he, they, cocooned her bare flesh with seed instead of spider-silk. The heat of cum on her sex made Elvira arch her snatch into the air. She made her mouth gape to accept the taste of the cum showering her face, only gulping when there was too much in her mouth and she had to swallow or risk losing it.

Elvira ran her hands over her heaving breasts, delighted with how they felt, frosted in cum like a beautiful wedding cake. Her mind whirled with the intensity of her rapture, visualizing Jason doing this, Etrigan, Captain Marvel. She orgasmed again and again, wondering how many men it would take to equal the cum she could get in the middle of a Swamp Thing orgy.

By the time she passed out, all that was discernible as Elvira were the snoring nostrils that seemingly emerged disembodied from a pool of semen.

A fresh stack of cucumbers was in the refrigerator’s produce drawer.