When I was much younger I, like most of my contemporaries, was a fan of Elvis Presley. Not so much of Elvis, actually, because we were all envious of his wealth and fame and, most of all, how so many girls had the hots for him. We did like to listen to him, though, and I liked to lip synch to his music and play the air guitar. This was just something I did fooling around during my youth, especially when I was drunk, but I was never really an Elvis impersonator.
Cindy is one of my lady friends and she used to be one of those girls who had the hots for Elvis, until she became a woman with the hots for him. The first time I made love to Cindy, I made the mistake of mentioning what I used to do during my youth and she insisted that I demonstrate. When I did, she became so turned on, with her pussy so wet, that our love-making was some of the best ever for both of us. She had three ecstatic orgasms and told me they were the best she had ever had. There may have been some exaggeration about that but I know that all three of them were huge, and extremely pleasurable for both of us.
Now, however, she is requiring a fairly involved role-playing routine as a prelude to making love. I don't object; it's fun for me also, and the sex is always terrific.
The last time I went to her apartment was a few days ago. The day was the anniversary of some kind of an occasion in Elvis's life. Cindy refuses to believe The King is dead but she was agreeable to my calling myself "The Ghost of Elvis Presley". We had agreed also that I would do the best of the young Elvis and almost nothing of the older, so I wore a blue sequined jump suit and an Elvis wig with long sideburns that I had bought from a costume shop. We agreed that a real guitar would just get in the way and I wouldn't even know how to hold it anyhow, so an air guitar would do. Elvis didn't have a mustache and I do, and refuse to shave it off so Cindy ignores that discrepancy. She likes the way it feels on her pussy anyhow.
In her living room, she has a long, deep sofa. Behind it stands a pole lamp, which serves as a spotlight, training the lights on a place in front of the sofa. Next to the circle of light that is formed is a CD player and it contained a special CD of some of the best-known songs of Elvis. Wearing saddle shoes, bobby sox, a poodle skirt and a white peasant blouse, Cindy sat in the middle of the sofa, her hair, which is long and brown with blonde accents, in a pony tail. I stood in the hallway and when we were satisfied that all was ready, I announced, in my most dramatic voice "Ladeeze and gennelmen, presenting The Late King: The Ghost of Elvisss Presssleee". Having said that, I danced, more or less, into the room, strumming the air guitar, while Cindy applauded wildly, until I stood in front of her and bowed.
"Thenkya vurra mush", I mumbled in possibly the worst impersonation of Elvis that has ever been heard.
The quality of the impersonation didn't bother Cindy. "Oooo, Elvis", she squealed, rocking sideways on her pretty ass, with her hands clasped in front of her very nice breasts.
While she was doing that, I turned on the CD player. The sounds of "Hound Dog" burst forth and I began lip synching and jumping around in an inept impersonation of Elvis, strumming the imaginary guitar. Cindy continued squealing "Oh, Elvis", and removed her shoes and tossed them onto the floor in front of me. While I continued my bad impersonation, the CD player boomed out "Don't Be Cruel", Jailhouse Rock", and "All Shook Up", and Cindy removed her bobby sox, blouse, poodle skirt and bra and tossed them in my direction. I avoided being hit and continued my performance.
The last song was "Love Me Tender", and by the time that one started, Cindy was wearing only her panties and, even from several feet away, I could smell how wet they were from her delectable pussy juices. When it began playing, she slid down to the edge of her sofa, removed the panties and threw them at me. I caught them and, while "dancing" toward her, breathed deeply of their delightful aroma. When I reached the sofa, I dropped to my knees, Cindy slung her legs over my shoulders, and I leaned forward and buried my face in one of the juiciest pussies I have ever eaten. Neither of us noticed when the CD ended.
Normally, when I eat a pussy, I like to start by sucking or licking out the juices, and then I like to lick the less sensitive areas and work my way toward the woman's clit. By the time I'm licking her there, she and I have enjoyed the maximum pleasure, and her climax is better for both of us when she has built up to it slowly. With Cindy on that night, though, I had just started sucking out the delicious fresh juices when she grabbed my head and yanked it so my mouth was on her clit. Knowing that I would eat her pussy again and the next time would be slower, I started sucking her love button and caressing its sides with my tongue.
After a few minutes of the sucking and licking, Cindy trilled "Oh, yes! Yes! I'm cumming! Eat me, Elvis. Eat my pussy." Her hands kept their grip on my head and her legs squeezed my temples while her ass bounced up and down on the sofa. "Eat me, Elvis. Eat my pussy. Suck my clit", she demanded. I didn't really need any encouragement, and I sucked and licked for as long as Cindy continued cumming.
When she climaxed, her back arched and her pussy thrust into my face while her hands pressed on the back of my head, driving me into the wet, fragrant place where my face loves to be. After she was through cumming, her legs relaxed their grip and her hands moved to my shoulders. I happily devoured all the fresh juices all around her pussy and looked up at Cindy. She was completely relaxed and there was a big smile on her face.
"Ooo, Elvis. I love it when you eat my pussy. I love it when you suck my clit and make me cum. But I hope you don't mind doing it just a little more." The only thing I would have minded would have been eating her pussy just a little more. I wanted to eat it a WHOLE LOT more.
"Why, shur, ma'am. Whutever you want. Thenkya vurra mush." I knew that Elvis was always very polite with the ladies, and I wanted to stay in character. Before I did anything else, though, I had to remove my jump suit and the rest of my clothing, first taking a condom from my pocket and setting it on the corner of the sofa. My wig had been pulled askew when my head was grabbed but it was easy to straighten and I left it on to help with Cindy's visualization. When I was otherwise just as naked as she was, I started eating her pussy for the second time.
This time it would last much longer so I started licking between one of her inner and outer pussy lips where they begin below her wet love hole. I relished the feel of the soft smooth flesh on my tongue and by the time I reached the point where the lips are close together, Cindy was already cooing and murmuring "Oh, Elvis, that feels so good."
It felt even better for both of us when I licked my way along the pair of pussy lips, my tongue probing the seam between them. After reaching the place where the inner lip ends by joining with the other inner lip to form Cindy's clit hood, my tongue continued on up to her mons. After caressing her there, relishing the feel of her sparse pubic hair, I returned to lightly stroke the top of the hood and the reaction was immediate.
"Oooo, yes. Yes, Elvis. Like that. Suck my clit. Make me cum again." Cindy's pussy was humping into my face and her ass was squirming on the sofa under me. "I wanna cum, Elvis," she begged. "Make me cum again."
That was my intention but I wanted it to take a long time so both of us would get as much pleasure as we could. Starting in the same place as I had before, I licked the other pair of pussy lips the same way. By the time I reached the end of the second outer lip, Cindy's whole body was writhing on the sofa.
As always, the thought of making love with The King was a great turn-on for her. When she looked at the top of my head, she saw Elvis and reacted accordingly. Although it was my tongue that stroked her clit hood and curled underneath to fondle her sweetest of sweet spots, to her it was her idol making sweet love to her eager pussy.
"I love that, Elvis. I love it when you lick my clit," she encouraged my persona.
"Thenkya vurra mush. Ah love it too," I responded and my tongue fondled the place where she loves so much to be licked and fondled.
Although Elvis was being credited for sending pleasure reverberating through Cindy's body, it was my nose and taste buds that were relishing the delectable aroma and flavor of her juices. It was my eyes that were looking on her beautiful pussy, with the engorged lips and clit, surrounded by the soft, brown hair. It was my ears that were pleased by her ecstatic moans and, best of all, it was my tongue that was enjoying the delightful spongy feel of her labia.
Cindy was begging for me, as Elvis to make her cum and I could tell it was time. Her hips were swiveling under me, thrusting her legs out over my shoulder like pistons while her pussy fucked so strongly into my face that her ass was almost raising off the sofa. After devouring all the fresh juices, I clamped my mouth around her clit and started sucking. While I sucked, my lips formed a seal at the base and my tongue caressed the engorged sides and top. All this attention where she most wanted it made Cindy's movements even wilder and I had to press my shoulders against her thighs to keep her from falling off the sofa.
"Yes! Yes!" she cried out joyously. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Suck my clit, Elvis. Yes!" Once again her legs squeezed the sides of my head and her hands disarranged my wig as she pressed down, holding my face against her pussy while her whole body bucked up and down on the sofa. That was exactly what I wanted her to do and I kept my arms tightly around her thighs and my mouth on her clit and sucked for as long as she was cumming.
