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.
