Elvira Gets Meddled With update

Desperate for it, Velma opened his pants all the way. She couldn’t exactly see the thickly curling hair of his groin or the big testes smuggled under his monstrous erection, but she could smell the heady scent of his arousal and feel the cool shade as Vlad’s manhood loomed over her.

Velma ran her tongue up the full length of his endowment, from the fat root to the pulsing helmet. With a soft moan of satiation, she fitted her mouth to his eager tip.

Vlad groaned himself, but in far more hunger than Velma voiced. After all, she’d stuffed the space between her open lips, while he still had plenty of cock to be serviced.

He twisted nervily on the couch, feeling the beginnings of satisfaction as Velma traveled her soft lips and the warmth of her mouth down his shaft. From the way she squeezed him, jerked him, and sucked on him, it was hard for him to believe she had to come on so strong to get a man.

Velma reached down to finger herself as she licked and lapped all over Vlad’s mammoth erection. She was far more experienced at touching herself than at swallowing a huge prick like the one she’d chanced upon—it was obvious in how her slender fingers pistoned in and out of her frantic opening, an ironic counterpoint to how slow and sultrily her mouth rode the full length of his throbbing member.

“Velma!” Vlad groaned, pushing his hips out to help her impale herself more on his needy erection. “I’ll come… very soon!”

Velma giggled as she rubbed herself against his glans, painting her face with his trickling precum. She jerked on his shaft to get more to mark her face with.

“You are not… a good girl,” Vlad rasped, feeling her little tongue go all over his prick as if she took its size as a personal challenge. “You are a… horny bitch… you’re sucking… sucking… sucking so much of me!”

Velma thrilled as she bobbed her head on his big dick, now really feeling it stretched her jaw . She moaned wildly, filling her cunt madly with her pumping fingers.

“MMMGHGH!” she gurgled, shuddering all over. Her breasts jiggled, her body quavered violently. She was coming as she never had before, her masturbation now spiced with the addictive rush of having a real life man of her own, responsible for her pleasure.

Her sex became a burning flow of cream as she hotly sucked, feeling her pussy pulse with each drop of precum she gulped down. Milking him with both hands, Velma felt Vlad swelling, his cock climbing towards a nuclear blast.

Vlad could not help himself anymore: he fucked her hot mouth. His big hands grasped her bob haircut and he pulled her close even as he thrust into her face like he wanted to push it away. Vlad grunted obscenely, feverish to blast his thick load over every taste bud, every inch of her mouth from the back of her throat to her pearly white teeth. It was intoxicating for him to think that this beautiful young woman would soon be the recipient of his cum. He felt like he was getting away with something, doing such a naughty thing with someone so gorgeous.

“Yes… fuck…” he droned, shoving his cock happily into her leeching mouth. “Suck… come… any minute now… fill you up…!”

Velma wanted that to happen. She needed that to happen. She sucked harder and faster on his cock, gratified to hear her own slurping fill her ears.

“Hell… yes!” Vlad groaned, smiling so broad that even Velma would be able to see it, if she could take her eyes off his thrumming balls. “Wait… a minute… stop…”

“What is it?” Velma asked, barely managing to pop her mouth off his bloated bellend.

“Don’t want you… getting pregnant… need to come… on your face!”

That didn’t make much sense to Velma, but she liked the idea of someone coming on her face and her glasses were already off…

“Do it!” she hissed.

Vlad jutted his hips out, stroking his cock. Velma stared at the tip of it, holding her breath. She ran her tongue over her lips, remembering the feel of that big prick inside her mouth, hoping Vlad enjoyed touching it as much as she had…

“Come!” she breathed. “Come in my face!”

Vlad strained, cum dribbling a little from the end of his manhood. Velma watched, vibrating in excitement as his seed dripped to her breasts.

“More!” she growled hotly. “I need more!”

Vlad tried, but something was holding him back. It seemed embarrassing to do this while she was watching.

“Oh, please baby!” Velma pleaded. “Please come on me! Come on my dirty face! Wash it with your hot cum! Please, Vlad, oh God, hurry and come all over me right now!”

Velma’s hips twisted, her legs opening and closing as she stared, hoping each moment that the next thing she saw would be a geyser of white-hot semen flying out from the blur of Vlad to cover her face, her breasts, as much of her as he possibly could. She reached out and squeezed his massive balls, then brushed Vlad’s hand away from his member and grabbed it herself, stroking it as she aimed it at her billowing tits.

“Come on them!” she screamed. “Come on my fucking tits and in my face and in my hair, too, if you can manage it! I want all of it! I want—”

“VELMA!”

With a gasp, Vlad released his seed.

***

“Oh, is the hot water working in here?”

Cassie looked back from reaching out to sample the shower spray. The bathroom was filling with steam, so of course, it was good and hot.

She was completely naked, wearing nothing but the slime that monster-fighting had left her with. And she was surprised that Elvira had come in after her, but didn’t show it, greeting her hostess with her usual sneer.

“What do you think?” she asked, and turned back to adjusted the nozzle to spray lower so as not to wet her hair.

Elvira was wearing what at first glance looked like her usual black dress. Just one pull, though, and it opened up to her naked body, a robe with a paisley interior. “The water’s not working in my room. I guess we’ll have to share.”

Cassie turned in shock. The sudden proximity of all of Elvira made her blink rapidly—as did the realization of how much of her there was, her breasts seeming even bigger in their bareness despite the lack of support. For a naked woman, Elvira looked way too naked, her nudity decadently sexual even when she was just standing there… There was too much of her standing there for it to be anything but sexual.

Cassie suddenly felt embarrassed. Not about being naked, but about being so modestly endowed. Suddenly ‘more than a handful is a waste’ seemed on the same level as believing in Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny.

Elvira closed the door behind her. “You like it hot?” She worked the dials for Cassie, mixing hot with cold until the water was short of scalding. “Mm, that’ll get us clean. You want to get clean, right? Not dirty?”

Cassie was very aware of Elvira’s sweeping curves. She had big, womanly hips, but even those couldn’t compare to how her silhouette crescendoed with the huge mammaries bursting forth from the sable curtain of her glossy hair. Her eyes were drawn through the unsuccessful censorship of Elvira’s tresses to her big nipples and, lower, to the statuesque woman’s shadowy patch of dark pubic hair.

“Dirty?” Cassie mumbled.

Elvira picked up a bar of soap and began lathering it between her small, delicate hands. “If you don’t want to share a shower. I suppose you could always wipe yourself off with a washcloth or something. Men don’t care how a woman smells as long as the pits and the tits are clean.”

Elvira’s voice reverberated over the hiss of the water, while Cassie’s was almost lost.

“Yeah. Men.” Cassie was captivated by the blast of Elvira’s dark, intense eyes. A fear held her, pleasant in its prickly intensity. She watched Elvira’s hands become a mass of sweet-smelling lather.

“But I guess you really need a shower. I know I do. I’ve been sweating all day like a whore in church. You know what I mean?”

Cassie nodded. The heated spray was working her nipples to their full stiffness. It made the rest of her breasts tingle, a slow warmth spreading through her chest like a touch slipping and sliding on her wet flesh.

“You know what it’s like to be a whore in church? Well, I’m glad you’re here instead now. I know much better ways to make you see God…”

Elvira reached out with her small hands to cover Cassie’s small breasts.

Cassie gasped. She jerked back until her body met the cool tiles. Her arms flew up to cover herself. “What are you doing?” she demanded, wild-eyed.

“Washing your back. Isn’t that what two besties are supposed to do when they take a shower?”

“That wasn’t my back!”

“I was working my way around to it.”