Elvira's Invitation update

Even after she woke up and she’d gone from feeling all hot and decadently scummy to finding it a little déclassé to be covered in cum, Elvira still didn’t wash herself off. She stood naked in front of the bathroom’s long mirror to run her hands up and down her curvaceous flesh. Her head drifted back. She breathed heavily through her mouth while her fingers squeezed ripe nipples and teased her stiffening, heating clit.

Elvira moaned, both hands going to her splayed pussy. Her fingers clawed wickedly into herself. Her passion hit her juicy and violent, when she’d barely touched herself, and just kept growing more intense.

“Uhhmmmm,” she gurgled, licking her lips hotly. She stared through her fluttering eyelashes at her gorgeous nakedness in the mirror and felt herself quickly returning to the heatedness of when she’d had Etrigan and Billy and anyone else who wanted to fuck her, all inside her or waiting to be inside her—the centerpiece of her own private orgy.

“Hey, good-looking!” she cooed to herself. “When’s the last time you got fucked that good anyway? No wonder everyone’s trying to get on the Justice League. These superteams know how to party. Imagine being airtight and you’re gagging on Batman’s cock. And you stand a good chance of meeting Despero too! I need to make myself a costume…”

Her shoulder blades lay against the wall as she stroked herself, slowly, feeling like the current of a river, washing over every sensual detail of what had happened. She cupped a plump breast and entered herself with a slick finger. Thoughts of herself dominated—beautiful, naked, well-fucked Elvira, writhing in a tub of cum and enjoying knowing that plenty more was inside her.

A naughty smile raised the corners of her mouth. Wasn’t there a whole Marvel family? God, she hoped they were all hung like that. And Mary Marvel… hadn’t she done porn? Some of the outfits she wore were enough to make Elvira blush. Although apparently that wasn’t her idea; she’d had some old guy inside her. Elvira thought Mary would like having the host with the most inside her much more.

Thoughts of Mary dropped out of her busy mind. Her breasts were aching, her cunt hot from her frictioning fingers. Elvira’s brain filled with memories of huge, stiff cocks filling her up, then covering her in cum.

“Hey, wait a minute!” she rebuked herself in the mirror. “What’s come over you… besides the obvious? Sex is great, but usually you have schemes, ambitions. Anyone can get laid with boobs like these, but without fame and fortune, how can you ever get a mirror installed above your bed?”

She flushed a little, which was a feat for someone with her complexion, and tried to move on from however many cocks had been inside her. She had so much to do other than men, from seeing if she could get her dress any tighter to watching whatever the latest gorefest from Hollywood was. Her legions of fans were just waiting for her to tell them how to think!

She climbed into the shower and threw on the water, hoping to wash away her nostalgia along with all the semen that made her look like she was allergic to melanin. All of this had to be put behind her. Imagine, fucking some boy jailbait and it wasn’t even a Robin.

But every time Elvira tried to tell herself that it was pretty silly to masturbate after she’d just been gangbanged, a new memory of that gangbang floated to the top of her consciousness. She felt weak, as if laden down by the water soaking her, and little shudders of enjoyment ran through her body. She couldn’t control herself. She’d been fucked so well that her body wanted more of it.

She did her best to put the orgy out of her mind, but it’d gone as deep into her as the cum that was still rolling out onto her thighs. Her body wouldn’t let her forget those huge cocks, those groping hands, everything she’d felt in her pussy and her ass. She knew what it was like to be fucked in the mouth, the anus, the cunt, and the sensation hadn’t faded a bit. A fire started between her legs.

The violent cascade of water from the showerhead didn’t help at all. Her nipples plumped up like ripening cherries under the powerful blast. Elvira’s breath caught when she rubbed a bar of soap over her breasts. Having such big tits, with so many sensitive nerve endings, made her feel like she was tender all over—her whole body an erogenous zone, the way it responded to her breasts being massaged…

“Maybe I should’ve been a porn star after all,” she panted, rubbing harder with the smearing soap against her breasts. “Who cares if the big bucks are in gay porn? It’s not like anyone can tell with a glory hole…”

The delicious feelings consumed her tits, like they were being masticated by some toothy beasts, and her nipples were so hard that washing them was a delicious torture. Delights started far inside her and grew more scrumptious by the minute. Her nipples stood out so far that they spiked into the soap when she washed them. Elvira held the bar of soap clear of her body to head off getting anymore aroused.

“What’s happening to me?” she asked in a panic. “This shower is getting me so hot, I want to go through a carwash with the roof down!

The needling force of the water made her breasts swell. It was hundreds of teeth, all biting into her, stealing little tastes of her nipples until she thought her tits would explode from being too full of feelings. How could a nerve transmit so much passion and not overload?

“Oh, wow… I haven’t been this easy a lay since they made Maniac Cop movies…”

She arched her back, thrusting her naked breasts up into the rushing water. The sharp break of water droplets against her skin stung into the aggravated flesh, making her whole body shudder. It was almost too erotic to stand.

“HHHOOO!” she burred, almost orgasming. She moved the soap down her flat belly. Its slickness invaded her mound, added a pleasing note to the slickness filling her juicy sex. Elvira’s lips quivered as bestial urges flamed deep in her belly. Her need was a roaring, explosive thing.

Holy shit, she thought, licking her lips since she had no lover to do it for her. What’s wrong with me? I’m fucking myself like Norman Bates is watching! I can’t need to come so bad—but I do! Fuck! I do!

Giving into the rush, Elvira set one foot up on the shower shelf to open up her creamy snatch. Her fingers trembled as she reached down to return them to her cunt. She let the bar of soap slip away and undulated her spine in a beautiful bow. Holding her labia apart, she worked her hips so that her hot pussy entered and left the shower spray, almost like she was fucking it.

“NNAHHH!” she squealed.

Her need rampaged through her belly. Her pussy convulsed. Her clit stiffened and quaked under the impact of the water. And she came like a nymphomaniac.

“Huh! Nh! HHAH!” she whimpered, pumping her creamy ass and undulating her loins under the never-ending penetration of the water. She fucked herself on the jets of water for as long as she could take it, which wasn’t much. There was no denying it. She was a hot bitch and nothing was better than coming.

Elvira knew what she needed now. A cock inside her, or at least something as hard and long as a cock. Gasping for breath, she impaled herself with two fingers. Slender as they were, at least she wasn’t empty anymore.

“GNAHH!” she cried, quaking from head to toe. She stood on her tiptoes and let the powerful bursts of water stab into her, caressing her whole lustful body while she rammed her fuckhole herself.

Elvira quavered unthinkingly, her perception full of memories: huge cocks and how they’d reamed into her, over and over again, mercilessly. The relived experience made her come like a madwoman. She trembled, moaning, pumping her hips like if she just fucked hard enough, something would fill her for real.

She threw her head back and shut her eyes. Her tongue lashed at her lips, hoping to find a big dick in front of her open mouth. She swallowed and gasped as if trying to make real the cum she remembered slathering her taste buds and her fingers rutted relentlessly where she didn’t have a man to do it for her.

Elvira didn’t realize the shower had run out of hot water. She was too on fire with lust to notice. Her wet pussy was burning. The thrumming in her womb and breasts mounted as she came repeatedly, caught up in a whirlpool of ecstasy as she fingered herself and tongued an imaginary prick.