When Elvira Met Bettie Chapter 11

From the adjoining ridge another pair of eyes watched with as much lewd intent as Danny had… eyes that looked through field glasses so intensely as to make up for the distance, make up for not being able to touch Bettie’s body, with how lavishly their gaze scoured her nudity.

Having gathered the day’s firewood, Gordon had climbed the ridge because it was where he’d wanted to establish a lookout point. Cannon had pointed out that the search planes were more likely to come from the east—that was where they’d ended up putting their observation and fire-signal base, once Gordon was deposed as leader.

An acid bitterness had brought Gordon up to the apex of what he thought of as his ridge. Half-convinced that Danny was so wrong that, somehow, he’d be able to spot a search plane from there and signal to it. He’d been looking through the field glasses for any sign of a rescue party when he came across the coupling on the next ridge.

Much as he resented Danny Cannon for usurping his authority, he had to admire the pilot’s masterful usage of the haughty and lovely Bettie Page. Yes, even at this distance, he could see that Danny made Bettie allow him every inch of her luscious body—and from the way her slender, lovely legs quaked, she enjoyed being subjugated in the unconventional position of him kneeling at her open gates. Even in that submissive position, it was clear Danny was in the driver’s seat and Bettie was his to do with as he pleased.

Though Gordon didn’t know when they’d started the oral sex, he was convinced from the length of their performance that he was seeing almost the whole thing. There was only so much Bettie could take and only so much Danny could give, after all. Naturally, as he watched them, he became aroused himself. His cock grew to thick stiffness in his pants, reminding Gordon that he was meant to be the one to break Bettie in.

“Son of a bitch,” Gordon spat to only his own ears—he was tired of straining his ears for whatever lustful moans Bettie was making. “Look at her fuck. I’ve never seen anything like it! Goddamn! She acts like she can’t get enough of it! If only we hadn’t crashed in this godforsaken forest, I’d have been in there days ago. It was all set, and now… what a damned crock of shit this is!”

Then it occurred to him that Bettie wasn’t his only option. There were five people out here: Bettie and Danny were enjoying themselves, while Irvin was out of commission. But that left Elvira, and she was the hottest to fuck of all.

His prick ached—he couldn’t wait for the pilot and the model to climax, and he wouldn’t shame himself by jerking off and reaching completion while that damned Danny Cannon was still going at it. Watching Bettie get the living hell fucked out of her was fun, but too bittersweet. He’d waited too long to get into that bitch’s pants and that SOB Cannon had beat him to it. But, by God, he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice—not with Elvira. He’d get to her while Danny was still between Bettie’s legs and he’d make sure she, at least, knew what was what…

Thinking of how he would put Danny to shame with the orgy he and Elvira would get up to, Gordon headed back down the slope. A lascivious smile played over his mouth. After being so crudely relieved of his duties by Cannon, now he had something to do. The assignment of holding that luscious piece of ass in his arms and fucking her cross-eyed put Gordon’s shame and belittlement deep into his rear-view mirror.

Halfway down the slope, his mixture of contemplating Elvira’s charms and ruing missing out on Bettie’s was interrupted by something cropping up in his path. Gordon froze. It was at the base of the slope, ambling along in purposeful motion towards the ridge that Danny and Bettie were on.

Gordon crouched low and swung the field glasses up to see what it was. He centered the movement in the glasses easily, then his lips went slack. Even seeing it, it wasn’t easy to make out what it was.

It moved like a man, on two legs, with two arms swinging by its sides… but it was big. So impossibly big. And hairy. He wondered if it was a person wearing some sort of costume, maybe stilts, but before he could fully discern the thing’s composition, it had disappeared into the trees.

Gordon moved the glasses ahead, to where he thought the creature was headed—up the slope to Danny and Bettie’s position. But he couldn’t make out any movement through the leafy canopy. If the thing moved there, it didn’t show it by bumping into tree after tree and broadcasting its position.

He wondered if maybe he should warn them that there was something large and possibly unfriendly in the area. But no—by the time he made it to them, they would surely be finished. He’d be rubbing his own face in the orgasm they’d had. He’d stay with his original plan of finding Elvira while he was still hardened. And if that thing made its way to Danny and Bettie while he was with her…

Well, maybe Danny would learn something about hogging all the fun for himself.

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Bettie felt her body deserting her; her mind separating from it. She was literally taking leave of her senses, only distantly aware that her buttocks convulsed and writhed with the flicks of Danny’s ravaging tongue. Every time he licked her, high-voltage jolts seemed to shock her with feelings she’d never known existed. The intensity of the sensation was exquisite torture. Her nerves almost hummed with the power of what they were conveying.

Unexpectedly, she felt Danny’s tongue come away from her pussy and move down to her tiny puckered anus instead. Bettie wanted to scream, just about overcome with the wrongness of what she went through. But the pleasure of what she felt was too quick for the taboo to take hold. Already she was moaning out ecstasy, enjoying the shockingly warm contact of Danny’s tongue.

The forbidden feeling rolled through her, taking a body that’d already swelled with delight and making it overflow. Her senses registered raging, somehow pleasurable chaos. Bettie closed her eyes and licked her lips, her tongue racing in and out of her mouth with the paroxysms that burst through her nerves like wildfire taking hold.

Frantically, she attempted to make sense of all her feelings, babbling as she tried to figure out what she was even saying: “Oh God… God! Not there! Please! I can’t stand it there…! Shit, you… you’re driving me wild!”

Her voice was hushed, haltering, shouted down by how her hips moved up to Danny’s face. Bettie didn’t even know what she was doing until she realized she was trying to fuck her own ass on his stiff, ravishing tongue. And he returned the favor, shoving his tongue into her. Moving not just over her opening, but inside it.

Bettie’s eyes popped open to see him staring at her, his eyes above her soft curls of pubic hair. Smiling at her, laughing at her! Bettie lay back, her own eyes snapping shut to close off the terror of what she was experiencing. But there was only so much she could shut out. It was inside her. It was not a mystery to her, but something Bettie liked.

“Oh dear God… sweet Jesus!” she groaned, throwing her head to the left and to the right. Her shame at this degradation mobbed her, all the taboos and wrongness of it ganging up to try to overwhelm the erotic enjoyment that took hold of her. She kept cursing this, but her reason had fled. She mouthed more protestations, but all that really mattered to her was her impassioned nerves and their demand for release.

“Please, oh please!” she keened, her head coming up with wide eyes. She looked pleadingly down to Danny’s obscured face. Her own body hiding what his wicked mouth was doing to her flesh… “Please, don’t make me feel anything more!”

It was horrifying that she had so little control over what she felt, the workings of her own body, yet it was equally arousing. Bettie sobbed in humiliation when she wasn’t gasping with pleasure. Danny’s onslaught went on and on, his tongue demanding every last feeling of her spread cunt. She quaked uncontrollably, unable to avoid giving in to this overwhelming assault on the most vulnerable parts of herself.

She clenched her teeth, grinded them into her tongue, determined to resist until the end but her usual stubbornness was of no use to her here, when there was no end, only a spasmodic rapture that kept going, going, going.

It was no use resisting. She would lose. It was inevitable she would lose. Bettie could feel her surrender in the offing, hanging over her like an avalanche waiting for one high note to fall. Why prolong the agony of the battle? She decided, in a flash of spontaneity, to let Danny pleasure her. Not to fight it, not to fight him, and not to fight herself.

Instead, she wallowed in this strong, potent rapture… allowing it to fill her nerves, exciting her with a carnality she’d never known before. Her sex fluttered, roiled, wet and hot—she knew what it wanted. She’d thought Danny’s tongue would satisfy her, and it was enough to break down her defenses, but without her reluctance, she wanted more. In fact, she’d wanted more for a long time now.

For far too long, her soft and lovingly rounded body had cried out to be touched… she’d contented herself with Irvin, but she’d denied herself more. Never learning the human body’s capacity for feeling—foolishly believing that fooling around with him was all the sexuality she could handle, was capable of… perhaps deserved.

She’d been wrong. She’d never known how wrong she could be until Danny showed her how small her passion had been before and how much of it there could be.

“Danny! Danny! Ooooooh! Love me more! Love me like you’re loving me right now!” she cooed, her ardently stimulated body writhing, undulating at the end of his lapping strokes like all of her was an extension of his long, wet tongue.

Bettie lifted herself up to his mouth, wanting more and more of what it had to give her. She reached with both hands to him, grabbing a hold of his hair and one ear, pulling him in tight with a need that would’ve been painful if he weren’t going along so willingly.

And she cried out soulfully, pleading for her new idol. Shame, pride, morality, fidelity, and even her injured beau himself were cast aside, all too forgettable in the face of the insane deliciousness she was now being inundated with.

Danny wasn’t having much luck controlling himself either. It was hard to contain his delight in how Bettie had surrendered to him, now openly savoring every moment his agile tongue spent in her womanhood. She thrust her cock-hungry sex up to him in total submission to how he made her feel.

Her soft, silken thatch teased his nostrils and petted his cheeks, fluttering with the irresistible motion in Bettie’s hips as she undulated them in rhythm with the tickling of his tongue. Danny held his tongue stiffened, letting her stimulate herself on it.

He glanced up to see the sensuality Bettie felt was even more evident on her face than it was in her movements: her eyes were glazed over and her chin hung slack. Bettie had forfeited all control over her expression to focus on the voluptuous joy he was giving her.

Seeing her, Danny knew there would be precious little time before Bettie reached the precipice and went off it. There, suspended in the air before the final crashing satisfaction, he intended to keep her aloft for as long as he could. Getting the maximum amount of pleasure from her aroused and willing body.

And then, when her overwrought flesh was his far more than it had ever been Bettie’s, he would shove the aching demand of his erection deep into her tight little pussy. Showing her what his big cock could do now that she was well-versed in what his tongue did to her.

She’d feel another eternity of rapture before he finally shot his load; Danny was sure she’d scream in ecstasy well before then. By the time he was done, she would learn what it was to be a well-fucked woman… and Bettie would never want to be anything else.

Bettie’s heart pounded hard enough to shake her breasts, if such a thing were to be noticeable with how she writhed and trembled, her whole body rebelling against having Danny’s maddening tongue inside her. It was too much and not enough; sheer passion consuming her loins. But above all that, she felt the agonized need for more, of knowing that this wild ecstasy wasn’t the last of it. Her ultimate fulfillment was still ahead of her but she couldn’t stand waiting for it.

Oh God! He just keeps doing this to me… doing it and doing it! When will he stop? When will he START? I need his long… hard… manhood… I need it in me… I need him to complete my pleasure… to complete me! Ooooh! I’m burning up with want, with need… I never knew I could desire something so much… and I’ve never even had it! Not anything like… IT!

When had he begun his tonguing exploration of her core… when had these explosive sensations first started tumbling through her? It seemed like centuries. Long enough for even the strongest will to be worn down. Bettie wished he’d stop… she couldn’t take being held in this sexual heat for so long, any more than she could stand being ten feet underwater for minute after minute. But it wasn’t the pleasure continuing that made her wail. It was when it abruptly stopped.

“Oh Danny, don’t stop now!” she cried, agonized, knowing what a hypocrite she was but hardly able to care when her body could feel so much, had been feeling so much. “You can’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

And then she saw it. Her eyes widened in horror. She tried to speak, but as the cessation of her ecstasy had driven her to cry out, so this pushed her past the point of venting her emotions. She froze. One hand flew over her mouth, the other flailed helplessly at Danny, trying to pull his head up from where it was still nestled between her thighs.

“M-m-MONSTER!” she finally said, as its shadow came over them.