Elvira's Invitation 6

Her breath coming in deep gulps, Elvira could not forget what she had seen and done. The cumulative aftertaste of the orgy made her heart pound. She needed to come again, like she had with all of them. There was no question about that. She simply couldn’t get to sleep without a few more orgasms.

But if what she’d had already hadn’t satisfied her, then her fingers certainly wouldn’t be enough. She needed something more like a cock; something that would stretch her pussy until it hurt just enough to be really fun.

Why not try a cucumber? a voice in her head suddenly suggested. There will surely be a cucumber in the kitchen, down the hall to your right as you come out of your room, then third door on your left.

Elvira’s mind raced through all the possibilities. She broke out in a giggle and slipped on a robe. Voices in your head always got a bad rap: no one gave them any credit for how right they could be.

Sure enough, there in the refrigerator was a cucumber that was just the right size: too big for her. But only by a little. Holding it proudly in her hand, knowing it would fill her cunt the same way it filled her fingers, Elvira marched back to her room.

Don’t forget to warm it up. Try some warm water from the sink.

“Thanks,” Elvira said aloud, hoping that squared a little of the debt humanity owed to disembodied voices. It wasn’t like they’d gotten any kudos for all their help with the Death Star…

You’re going to put that cucumber in your cunt, aren’t you? You dirty little witch. You’re actually going to fuck yourself with an entire foot of vegetable dildo. You slutty thing you.

“Hey, what’s with the color commentary?” Elvira asked, shutting off the hot water. It was a funny thing to hope for when she was debating with herself, but she hoped the voice didn’t call her out for what she did with every horror movie she’d ever watched.

I thought you liked one expressing themselves. You certainly do it enough with what you wear, my lovely whore.

“Alright, who is this?” Elvira demanded. It didn’t really matter next to the burning in her cunt, but she needed something to pass the time while her cucumber warmed up.

I am Dr. Fate. And I am greatly looking forward to you expressing yourself for me.

“Yeah? Why don’t you express me yourself? I mean… after you buy me dinner. Or at least a gift card.”

Sadly, I lack the apparatus at the moment. I am only a helmet presently. You could more properly refer to me as Nabu.

“Naboo? Like where that racist alien and a barely legal Natalie Portman live?

The voice sighed: You may continue referring to me as Dr. Fate. I have increased your arousal levels, hard as that was to manage, and provided the necessary tools. Please demonstrate what a nasty bitch you are now.

Elvira set her hands on her hips. “Hey, buster, I’m not some dancing monkey that’ll do a jig for any ol’ banana! You can at least subscribe to my OnlyFans!”

That’s alright. The sight of you growing flustered as you struggle with an arousal that could easily lead to multiple orgasms is most intriguing. Kent used to tie up Inza to the same end. And she didn’t enjoy sex half so much as you—not without anal stimulation, at least. That dumb schmuck Kent needed me to figure that out, thank you very much…”

Elvira gaped: “You are the horniest helmet I’ve ever met!”

No, I don’t have any horns. I’m not a Viking, for fuck’s sake. Now go fuck yourself.

Elvira moaned a little. That was a really appetizing thought. She could be touching herself. Right now. She could be touching herself with that big cucumber. The rippling water made it seem to throb.

“You could at least… buy me dinner… first,” she crooned, digging her fingers into her robe in an attempt to stop them from going anywhere interesting.

You already used that one.

“W-what’s in this drink?” Elvira tried.

Nothing. It certainly won’t taste of your cunt, the way that cucumber will after you fuck yourself with it like a good girl.

Elvira moaned. Her eyes crossed. It was such an intoxicating thought. Who cared if some helmet was brainwashing her? Most guys never even bothered with foreplay. But she felt compelled to eke out at least a little win.

“Can you, uh, call me mommy while we’re doing this?”

But of course. I’m the embodiment of Order, I have no familial relations, ‘mommy’ has no more meaning to me than a random string of numbers.

“Say it already!”

Go fuck yourself… The voice paused deliciously, and Elvira knew Dr. Fate was getting off on making her wait. Mommy.

Elvira shuddered, having a little orgasm as appetizer. “Oh, thank you, Daddy.”

Wait, you’re Mommy and I’m Daddy? Oh, you sick bitch!

Elvira picked up the cucumber from the lukewarm water. It was just the right temperature. “Hey, show Mommy some respect!”

Lying down in her bed, she started on her pussy with the blunt end of the cucumber. The vegetable wouldn’t be the largest thing she’d had inside herself, but it was about as big as a well-hung man. Maybe even a little too well-hung. Elvira quivered in anticipation of what it would feel like inside her cunt.

Holding her labia open with her left hand, she teased herself with the tip of the cucumber. Her pussy was thoroughly drenched. There was no need to lubricate the cucumber except by rubbing it against herself.

With a soft moan, she pushed the vegetable through her gates and into her steaming cunt.

God, it felt so good, almost perfect. The delicious stretching of her opening, each little fraction of an inch sending an ecstatic shudder up her spine. As she entered herself, the smooth skin of the cucumber rolled against her clit, touching her enough to add just a hint of spice to the rapture of being opened up.

Elvira quaked and sighed, her ass squirming, her skin flushing as she filled herself. Even if she was fucking herself, she was at least fucking herself with a cock that was so thick, so long, so wonderfully hard!

Take it, you filthy whore. Don’t play innocent now, while you’re all alone. Show me how much of a slut you are. Put it all in. Don’t pretend you need some man to go out of his mind with passion. No, you’ll drive in as much cock as you can get. You’d fuck yourself until it came out your mouth if you could!

Elvira slowly pumped the cucumber in and out of her sex. She thought about Dr. Fate, wondering about his body. She’d seen pictures of him on the JSA. He looked good. He’d probably look better naked; maybe with only the helmet on. She thought about the size of his dick, his balls. Hell, maybe she could wear the helmet…

You’re such a slut! The voice sounded aghast. I would never—

“Oh, pipe down, Daddy,” Elvira snapped. “Shut up and enjoy the show.”

Closing her eyes, Elvira imagined the cucumber was Fate’s cock. She tried to make herself see him over her, mounting her, his thick cock inside her instead of a vegetable. She wished she could feel his bloated balls slapping against her ass, his tongue filling her mouth as he kissed her… or maybe just let her lick his helmet.

Dirty bitch! I should take you over my knee!

“Ooh! You should!” Elvira agreed readily. “To spank me or just to work me like a ventriloquist dummy with your hand up my ass?”

She rutted herself with the cucumber faster, churning her juices into a boiling froth, opening herself up with a circular motion, and bucking her ass to meet each thrust.

Yes, it was incredible! Definitely a good enough nightcap for the evening she’d had with Etrigan and Marvel. She felt the most glorious climax building inside her…

“Oh, thank you, Daddy, I’m fucking coming!” she cried.

Her nipples spiking, her clit shook like a popcorn kernel about to burst. Her pussy spasmed and a flood of hot cream gushed all the way to the hand that held the cucumber.

When Elvira’s eyelids fluttered open, she saw Swamp Thing standing over her.

All three of them.

Green cocks, like moss-ridden logs in a marsh, protruded from their groins.

Elvira tried to look away, but everywhere she turned was a luscious hunk of long, thick, and hard.

“Uh, Fate? Is this something he does for all the house guests?” she asked, but the silence in her head seemed like a lot more than him mentally giving her the cold shoulder. How do you like that? The guy isn’t even here and he manages to cum and go.

“You took something… that was not yours…” one of the Things said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Elvira objected.

A second reached down to pick up the cucumber from where it’d slipped out of her.

“That was in the room when I got here! I thought it was like a vegetarian version of a mint!”

“You keep staring… Are you looking at… something you want?” said the third.