The Bitch Is Back: An Elton John Fanfiction

Part Five: Healing Hands

(You know what happens behind the door. The smuttiest of all smut.
Very detailed. You've been warned.)

Her eyes darted across the floor submissively, and yet she stood there against the door smirking.
"Wot?" Elton looked at her, then down at her bust, causing her to smirk as hard as ever.
"It's been a long time, don't you think?" She said.
Elton couldn't stop staring at her chest now. Even just standing there, she was going to turn him on. He backed up to look at her beautiful body in full-view.
"I don't know how I could keep tame all this time." He voice gave a long drawl, much like a cowboy.
Jeannie laughed, then pinned herself against the door to listen for any sounds behind it. She was trying to listen for Bernie and the rest of the guys.
"Do you think... they'll hear us?" She slowly stared at Elton with big, beaty puppy-dog eyes.
"Depends on how high we get; you know it's not something they haven't seen or heard before." He began to enjoy this dirty talk with her.
Jeannie slid her back across the door and pulled off her shirt until she was just stripped down to her lace bra. She couldn't believe herself at first- only 8 months ago she was too terrified to even take one step into his bedroom, and now she was confident enough with him to try anything first. To have ultimate, unbreakable trust with someone like that was rare for her as well as anybody else she knew. She took a deep moment, closing her eyes, to realize that Elton had given her the strength to be the honest, true woman she was. Forget about the argument- no wonder she loved this man so much.
She flirted with him a little more, just to tease him and ease into the heat a little better.
"I know the shirt's thin, but I'm sweating." She sighed, as though to release any sexual frustrations inside her, and got up off the door. "How about you, Eltie, aren't you a bit hot?" Jeannie looked at his shirt and bit her lip.
"Ahhh... god..." He looked down at his clothes- his body- deviously as if he was really being sweet talked talked into undressing.
And of course, he allowed her to walk over and put her hands on his collarbone, feeling the baby-soft skin around his firm neck, tracing down to his hard chest and feeling his shirt collar a bit seductively. She pulled his shirt off and then blushed, which was driving Elton wild now.
"You're so... soft. Shouldn't you be... mmmm, harder?" She whispered near his ear, trying to resist kissing it. But that was an impossible thing to do.
Elton could feel his body tingling from his neck down to his lower back, and he squeezed his hands together. Trying to fight that urge to take her body and love down in his embrace was a battle he was bound to lose. And as each kiss she gave became more and more intense, he found it harder and harder to keep control over his erotic imaginations. Talking naughty really didn't help him win this battle, either.
"Damn... J-J-Jeannieaahh....." He sighed, crossing his legs together. He was feeling so worked up over her initiating, and he could sense his body reacting to her touches effortlessly. It didn't take him much longer now to keep himself fully aroused.
He felt her nibbling on his ear, and such sensual pleasure seeped through his body like a gasp of a fresh air. "Uuughhhh!" He cried, grabbing his pants as the chills went from his back to his legs now. If he didn't have an erection by now, then he must surely be dreaming!
"Heh!" Jeannie giggled, feeling Elton shake in her arms with excitement. She had never done foreplay this hot before. At least, it used to be him doing most of the kissing at first. Now, she would reward him with some of her love for a change. She began to notice that love making was not as complex as she imagined it to be anymore. It felt more like a work of art- you had to know what your partner liked to create a masterpiece that would leave him literally begging on his knees for more.
And just that thought sent her imagination spinning in a whole new direction.
"I think..." Jeannie smiled, sliding down his body; touching his rib cage down to his tight stomach, "You'll like this..." Her voice as low and hush as a whisper. She pulled her body up to his chest and took off her bra now, tossing it aside. She'd done it a bit more forcefully, which awed her a bit at her own slight aggression. It smacked against the wall and fell down onto the floor.
"Jeannie..." Elton's heart raced more than he could keep up with, feeling his body rising into a euphoric high. She just smiled at him and kissed his chest, rubbing his rib cage and back along with her smooth love making. With her eyes closed tight to keep out the light, she felt his cute, little chest hairs in her mouth as she tried to kiss each and everyone of them- becuase she loved his body that much. Just to be in control over his body and knowing that he allowed her to do anything to him was already exhilarating enough for her; she didn't even need him to touch her body back.
"Jeannie, ohhh..." He moaned again, this time louder, taking her body in his arms and kissing her forehead a couple of times. But he was too short of breath to kiss her for long.
This only got a another giggle out of Jeannie. She could feel his body growing- flourishing- underneath her radiant feminine power. It was only natural the way they gravitated towards each other, building up steam, heat and trust as they gave into one another's deepest fantasies. Jeannie loved what she found deep inside Elton's heart; that it was all for her!
She slowly progressed her kisses down further to his prominent v-line, which was very captivating for Jeannie. "I could have a lot of fun with this." She thought, then started kissing and nibbling from his outer hip down into his groin. She loved feeling his hip bone stick out so strongly near her lips, creating a strong desire for her to start touching him now, too.
"Ah...aaahhhhhhh..." She quietly moaned as her hand touched his outer legs and thighs. She rubbed and massage her way all the way up to her lips, where they were now on his groin. She tugged at his pants softly, politely suggesting that he took them off.
Of course he didn't decline that opportunity; carefully slipping off his pants and pushing them down on to the floor. Jeannie crawled on top of them and found her head lodged in between his legs. Much to her surprise, she didn't find his tighty-whities in front of her, but rather his full-fledged manliness. He had been going commando, apparently.
And then... she felt herself stuck. She didn't really know what to do with herself at this point. She was beginning to feel too nervous about it now, and she really didn't think he'd expect her to suck him there, did he? She looked up at him with desperate, begging eyes.
Though he was staring right back at her, he looked too high in a trance to really notice that she had stopped, so she figured that she was alone on this one. "I have to do it. I led up to this, now it's what he's expecting..." Jeannie thought, realizing what kind of rut she got herself stuck into. But she didn't want to disappoint her man, so she shyly took it upon herself to give him the pleasure he yearned for.
It wasn't that she was afraid to be around him there; they had already had sex before. But it was the initial shock of actually being face-to-face with his body, about to give him head. It was sort of scary, in a way, though she knew that she could do no wrong in his arms. He always found pleasure in the things she did. She took a deep breath, and touched his legs a little bit, trying to intensify the mood even more.
But Jeannie couldn't procrastinate any longer. She knew she had to stop being afraid- there was a world of bliss out there in sex that she didn't even know of. At this point she knew she had virtually nothing to lose- and that the only thing she'd get out of a moment like this was experience.
So she went forth and did it. He was already hard, and it sort of felt a little weird to have such a sensitive part of him in her mouth, but it didn't appall her at all. She took her hands and sort of worked them up and down on his shaft, trying to do some of the things she'd read in crazy magazines before. She wasn't too sure what else to do but sort of suck him at the tip until he nearly fell to his knees, captivated by her love and bravery.
"Fuck!" He gasped and threw his head back, with thick sweat dripping off his chest, "I can't... breathe..." He panted, almost falling off the bed. Never before did he expect Jeannie to find the confidence in actually doing oral before- until he realized just then and now that he was the only one who was able to change her from a timid, young girl into an independent, courageous woman.
She went a little more deeper with him, and began to use her tongue more. Careful not to go too far, she rolled her tongue around and felt all the different textures, and tried to take her time on him. It was awfully wet already, but she used her spit to saturate him even more. She listened for his response, which was quite good- in fact, she was more distracted by his moaning than actually giving it to him now.
"J-Jeannie, I..." He suddenly grabbed her arms and began to shake in his knees, growing weaker as Jeannie went fully down on him. She gagged, realizing that she wasn't able to fit all of him in her mouth, so she gradually worked her hands around the base so that it would give the illusion that she really was doing it all. And he didn't even notice. He was too busy losing his mind over her love.
"Jeannie, I-" He stuttered again, then suddenly sat up and touched his penis, about to give out and cry from the sweet paradise, "I-I'm going to cum."
Jeannie opened her eyes, wide, realizing what she had just done to him. "Did I just successfully give a goddamn blowjob!? Jesus christ-" She sat up and kept her mouth near his tip and waited patiently for it to come, her eyes sort of bugging out of her head now. She was a bit skeptical of what he would taste like, but all she knew from the sources she read was either to take it all in and spit it out somewhere, or if you liked it, to swallow and-
He suddenly gave out and it squirted everywhere, though she was able to collect most of it either in her mouth or her hands below. It was so fast, so... dirty. But dirty in the way that she felt naughty trying to swallow some of it all. It was all on her cheek, dripping down her chin, hell, maybe some was in her eye. She couldn't tell if that was her tears, though.
All she knew was that she was having the time of her life, and tasting him was probably the most interesting reward she could find! His ejaculate was so sweet, yet so salty, and she didn't understand it. But it was too gross to have it sit in her mouth long enough for an analysis- besides, he just kept coming, literally, to the point that she couldn't even down it all anymore. She cupped her hands and tried to collect all of it that dripped until he finished.
And then they both just sat there; Jeannie partially soaked, and Elton partially drained.
"Oh my goodness!!" Jeannie exclaimed, staring at her totally soaked hands. She was so baffled, so shocked, and yet so excited all at once that she was probably about to pee her pants.
Elton looked back at her with the same shocked expression, staring at the mess he had created all over her and the floor. He suddenly began to laugh- louder, and louder, "Oh my, sweetheart, get us a towel!"
Up and gone she went, trying not to touch anything but a towel in the nearby bathroom. She wiped her hands, then came back with the towel and started cleaning off her face.
Elton was still high in the clouds, though he was conscious enough to at least converse with her. "You- you actually did it." He stared at his naked body, exhausted, but totally bewildered. This was sex like he never had it before. And to think it was only her first time doing something like this? She must be a natural.
"Y-yeah, I g-guess I did!" Jeannie giggled, wiping the floor clear of his cum. He leaned over and took her hand in his, requesting that he cleaned the rest for her.
"You don't need to scrub the rest, darling. I'll vacuum the floors later." He chuckled, although she already seemed to've gotten it all. Jeannie looked up at him, laughing. They were still both pretty delirious. And yet they wanted more, and more, and more!
"W-was I any good?" Jeannie sat up on her knees and stared up at Elton on the bed. But when her eyes met his, she knew the answer immediately.
"Encore, sometime, if you'd please." He smiled, although it appeared as if he was begging by his tone of voice. "Now... isn't it my turn?"
Jeannie didn't even have anytime to think, becuase all she could see was a creamy blur of his body taking her by the arms, lifting her up, and carrying her tiny body where he pleased. He pinned her up against the wall, pressing his legs near the areas she wanted his love most. With his large, rougher hands around her back and neck, he began to show her all love making he had in store for her now. She was stuck against the wall with his body closing her in like a snuggly blanket, and she was obsessed with it.
"Eehh!" She slightly snorted, feeling the pressure of his chest squeezing and enclosing her breasts. He was very powerful and firm, and sexy in the way that he didn't push too much of his force upon her. He was gentle and loving, and he knew exactly just what he had to do to keep her satisfied.
He started with her waist, pulling up one of her legs to his hips, lodged in between his arm. He then tugged off one of the pant sleeves, then repeated the same process with the other leg until he had her body bare down to her panties. He kept those on, for now.
Jeannie kept silent for moment, although her heart was overflowing with an urge to cry out and take a tight grip on his body. She felt a deep brewing feeling of pleasure rise from her ankles to her stomach, all warm and fuzzy as he pressed near her. With her pants off, she could now feel his erection beside her, casually rubbing against her legs here and there. "The only thing", she thought, "Holding us back... is this thin fabric for a panty... holy shit. " She gasped, turning her head and then blushed in his arms, "That's hot."
Elton leaned his head down and kissed her stomach beside her panties, holding her tush in one hand and her waist in the other. He carefully kissed her until she began feeling his teeth a little more, then he sucked her until she felt what seemed like a classic hickey. She started to tear up near her eyes from the all the added thrills.
"More, higher." She directed him to work his kisses up to her breasts, where her femininity became a joyride for him instead.
He had done it before, but not in such depth like this. With a little bit of tongue, teeth, lips, while cupping them in his hands, he created himself an exciting, real heaven that only Jeannie was responsible for. She closed her eyes, feeling her nipples harden as he sucked and touched her in such erogenous places. She even felt his tongue play around with her there.
It was then that Jeannie suddenly felt her heart scream with a moment of maturity. It was a more tender, maternal cry. Grabbing his body and hugging him near her heart, she felt the ring on her finger rub on his skin, and for the very first time in her life, she saw her whole life happening ahead of her. She knew what she wanted inside and she was ready for the change. She wanted- and was going- to have a baby with him.
She wanted to tell him just how much she loved him, and maybe the vision she saw in her head, but she cried instead, feeling her sweet man finishing up his kisses and moving for her lips. She panted, whined, and moaned until she began to weep in his forgiving arms.
"Darling..." Elton kissed her bottom lip, "I love you."
"Please... stay with me forever." Jeannie whispered a cry, hugging him protectively near her breasts. She stroked his silky, soft hair in between her fingers, and touched his cheek and forehead lovingly. She kissed his charming, soft lips back with tears trickling down to her neck, and then smiled. It felt so cozy, so comforting, to have a man of her own to nuzzle against and protect her. It was a blessing, she considered, to feel so secure.
She could tell that he knew what she wanted- that she didn't need the protection- it was bound to reach her anyways. She could completely trust him and accept him as her friend, her husband, her lover, and a father. He was full of so much love that not even the worst pressures of society could break him down. Elton was a strong man, and he'd been through a whole lot, and Jeannie felt very lucky to have him beside her. He was indeed her hero.
And she thought all about this as Elton picked her up again to lay her delicate body on his fluffy, cushioned bed. He placed the towel underneath her and she submitted to him shyly as he pulled himself on top of her. He was still going on, still raging hard, because the loving making was just so hot. Besides, he just couldn't forget about oral sex as good as that.
"I-I need it slow." Jeannie mumbled a little, although she knew she didn't have to tell him that. There was nothing to be said to him, becuase he already identified with her and had all the experience that she could dream of.
There was not much foreplay left to do now but the hasty removal of her little panties. His fingers traced down her skin like a row boat on a river, starting with her ribs and down to her legs. He stayed there with her legs for awhile, because they were his favorite spot. He massaged with deep, repetitive, circular motions, kissing in between her thighs. He was certainly nice and slow, as she requested.
Elton was thinking about something as he made love to her body- that he was going to have a future with her. That he had found love, love that would not abuse him and push him back into a tight corner. He would never hurt her again. Especially with what Jeannie brought up; he knew that soon, he would have a selfless transition. He would have to care for somebody else's needs, he would have to become the lifeline of love and care that someday their baby would need.
"I..." He caressed Jeannie's legs, about to pull off those panties for the last time she'd be as pure as a little girl again, "Am here. I made it." He thought, feeling complete in his heart, "And I love her."
He thought of her life as a new beginning, a new page to turn, for now they would have to share their life together with someone else's. He didn't have to do it. He could try to use all the protection in the world- an army, even the navy- to keep her from losing her name, "Little Jeannie". But deep down, he knew, and she knew, that no matter what they tried, eventually one day they would have to stop calling her that.
It was his last chance to say it now, as he pulled off that pretty yellow and blue lace panty through her legs, draping it down to her ankles and slipping it off her feet. It fell to the floor without the slightest sound.
He looked up her legs, then up her chest, and her neck, until his earthy hazel eyes locked with her baby blues. He saw her fragile soul pierce into him, crying for all of his support. Most certainly, there would be much more than love making tonight.
Elton smiled at her kindly, reassuring that she would be alright, and that she could trust him to guide her through with his healing hands.
He pulled her legs up over her shoulders and bent down over her body, keeping her snug and warm in his surreal embrace. He leaned into her legs further, and Jeannie could feel herself relaxing under his body- that same calming wave of emotions from the first time they spent together. In this very room, in the middle of the darkness. She loosened up into his cuddles, knowing that he was about to start. It would be her first real breath of life.
Elton got himself positioned the way he knew she'd like, then took one more chance to take in the aroma of romance and fresh air.
"I love you, Little Jeannie." He moaned, so deathly quiet. And then finally, with a small sigh followed after, Elton gave her all that he could offer.
She smiled immediately when he started, closing her eyes and covering her blushing cheeks with her hands. There was a lot more friction than she expected becuase they had lubricated naturally, so there was a tightness feeling that carried on through as he pushed. She liked it, though, giving a happy cry as he brushed his hands along her sides. Pain was slight, but not enough to where she really noticed it. Golly, she was having sex and she had no time to think about anything but how tipsy she felt!
"Agh! Huhhh!" She blew out a moan, getting a wonderful rush of ecstasy shot through her body. She took a deep breath of air, and more and more, for the feeling of tightness intensified. Elton panted back, getting the response that he liked from her. Sweat was pouring down his broad, muscular shoulders, traveling down his arms and veins while he pushed in more. The sweat was cold, damp, like a cold sweat one felt on hot summer mornings. It felt good. Way too good.
Jeannie was taking in the pleasure so much that she started to feel high. High in an addictive way, and it was then and there that she realized how and why people often became addicted to sex. "Guess maybe I'm one of those people too..." She laughed, feeling intoxicated with an extra dose of his "peniscillin".
And then, all at once, Jeannie felt the greatest thrill of her lifetime flood through her body in amazingly deep measures. "Goodness!" She screamed, but luckily muffled it with her hand. After that, it all became a dream to her. She was reaching higher and higher than ever before, climbing past the tallest skyscrapers, past the greatest clouds, even out past the stars. She was in another galaxy, a place she had never been before and wanted to stay in forever. It was Elton rubbing against her g-spot, which now she only assumed meant the "galaxy spot"!
She laughed again, feeling like her head was spinning in stars, and her heart was out of her chest. It had pumped out a long time ago. Suddenly, her legs sprung up into the air, unable to hold still from the tremendous force that was injected inside of her. The muscles inside her legs flinched and twitched. Elton took them and pulled them back onto his shoulders, where he began to tremble from all this sudden joy. More sweat dripped, landing on the silky sheets of the bed.
Jeannie just began to notice all the incredible thrusting from their bodies. So much so that Elton's glasses had began to slide down his cheek, but he was too busy with her to push them back on. They dangled off his nose, just barely hanging by the creases of his ears.
As the fabulous sex continued, so did the moans. "Mmmm, uughhh..." Elton was maybe not as loud as Jeannie, but he was having a glorious time himself. Finally being able to give himself to Jeannie like this was a feeling similar to a puppy being freed from a cage- unlimited joy, love, happiness, and freedom. That was what he found; his first and last taste of sweet freedom, right before he began to orgasm.
Jeannie could sense the friction below strengthening and multiplying the excitement at least triple the amount! With such a high that left her to be shaken up as Elton held onto her, trying hard not to fall head over heels literally on her. He jerked his head up, and opened his eyes for a moment, staring at his lady taking himself all in. The sweat dripped and covered his eyes, falling down his nose and onto his chest. His muscles flexed some more, his fingers curling around her legs and vagina as he touched her deep and all the way through. And then he touched himself, his heart feeling like a bullet preparing for fire.
Elton gagged, choking on his own spit for failing to breathe hard enough. He took some air in, and felt blood rushing through his legs and to his penis, and then he couldn't turn back anymore. He looked down and closed his eyes, heaving his thick chest in and out, in and out, and his glasses finally slid off his face from the panting. It all happened too quickly, and he hadn't found the chance to grab them. He ejaculated right into her, with some of it creating a generous amount of mess on their legs and the towel below.
"Elton!" Jeannie cried, lifting up her head and staring at her legs over his head. He still pushed and squirted the rest out until he was wiped clean and dry of all the cum left in his body. Jeannie stared at him, her eyes pitch red from all the love making she had endured in one sitting. Their eyes met, adjusting to the lowly lit room, and gave each other a weak smile.
The deed had been done.