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Bewitched, Bothered, and Bred update
🕑 Added 2021-02-27 18:00:02 +0000 UTCThere was no way in hell Xander wanted Buffy’s pussy, not now that he’d had her ass. He wanted to own her, lay claim to her, and knowing that Angel had already taken her pussy, the only thing left to do was ass-fuck her. Fill this newly opened hole with his seed.
He wondered if Angel had managed to face-fuck the Buffster in their time together. Probably not, the big sap. Which meant Xander had gotten two holes to Angel’s one.
“I win,” Xander told Buffy, slamming his cock so hard into her ass that his groin slapped against her pert buttocks with a resounding, echoing impact. “You winning too, Buff?”
She wailed like a banshee, knowing that her life as Xander’s bitch was just getting started.
Xander lunged hard, jamming his cock deep into Buffy’s ass. “Try to relax, Buff. It’ll feel a lot better if you relax.”
Buffy couldn’t relax. The pain was so horrible that all she could do was try to squeeze his prick out of her ass, clench her muscles to keep it from penetrating any deeper. But that only made her anus fit tighter to Xander’s erection, giving him more pleasurable friction as he forced her insides to spread for his thrusts.
His balls slapped wetly against her labia. His cock soaked in the delicious tightness of her spasming hole. Sweat ran down his chest, actually dripping onto Buffy’s back. She was writhing on every inch of his manhood, trying and failing to wiggle her way off it. Xander had a good grip on her hips and every time she tried to thrash herself off of her impalement, he pulled her back while thrusting forward, forcing himself deeper into her bowels. All Buffy accomplished in trying to escape was to see to it that her body was used more and more thoroughly as Xander’s cock holster.
“Kkieeee! No more, Xander, please!”
Buffy felt as though she were being split in two. Her sphincter burned with every thrust of Xander’s cock through it. And deep inside her rectum, she felt the swollen heft of being filled by him, bloated with a tormenting fullness.
“Please, Xander! Don’t fuck my ass anymore! Please take it out! I’ll do anything! I’ll suck your cock, I’ll kiss your ass—please just leave my ass alone!”
Xander couldn’t hear what Buffy was mumbling through the blood pounding in his ears. He could only hear the sensuous sound of flesh being worked on by flesh as his prick stabbed into Buffy’s hole. The feeling was amazing, out of this world. Nothing was better than fucking Slayer asshole—especially when it was her first time, her anal muscles totally unready to receive a man’s prick, clinging to their virgin tightness as he steadily took it away.
Xander couldn’t keep going much longer. His cock felt swollen with cum, weighted down by the scintillating feeling of being inside Buffy’s ass. His thrusts went faster and faster. Buffy screamed, moaned, writhed, calling out her pain, still trying to tighten up her anus to keep it out. And Xander fucked his way through that tightness one more time before he came. His sperm burst from his cock and drenched the inside of Buffy’s ass, putting an exclamation point on how he had claimed it, made it his, been the first man ever to experience it.
“GGGHK! N-NO, XANDER, YOU’RE COMING! YOU’RE COMING IN MY ASS! YOU FUCKED MY ASS!”
Buffy’s tearful realization, her useless pleading, drove him on. A second spurt of cum shot from his burgeoning cockhead; he felt it wash through Buffy’s packed bowels and spill around the contours of his shaft with nowhere else to go. Trickles of it leaked from Buffy’s cock-filled hole and dribbled down between their bodies, like proof that Buffy’s anal virginity had gone the way of her maidenhead.
Buffy’s hands clawed at the floor as she desperately reached for one of the legs of her nearby bed, wanting to grab something in order to pull herself away from the big cock impaling her ass. But his thrusts had centered all his weight on Buffy’s ass, like his cock was pinning her to the floor. No matter how her fingers raked through the carpet, she was going nowhere.
Another spurt, just as potent as the other two, and Buffy came. Her ass still hurt like hell, but her pussy fell like heaven, gushing her cream as she was forced to admit that her ass belonged to Xander.
“Oooph! God! Xander!” She no longer sounded pained, but beatific.
The last spurts of his seed pumped out of him, further stuffing her bowels. But she didn’t need any more room. His erection was finally shrinking, leaving more room for the dregs of cum he gave her as his orgasm wore down.
Buffy gasped for breath. She felt so weak and he felt so heavy—she couldn’t possibly move him—she could barely breathe.
Xander leaned down to speak into her ear. “Now I’ll fuck your pussy.”
***
Buffy’s shrill screams carried down the hallway to where her mother was trying to sleep. Jumping up, Joyce grabbed a Taser from her nightstand and ran to Buffy’s room, wondering if she would be greeted by an attack on her daughter, a traumatic nightmare, or just the general oddness of a Slayer’s life.
Opening the door, she was totally shocked to see Xander there, pumping his huge cock into Buffy’s pussy in the same dogfucking position he had taken her anal virginity. Joyce could plainly see his big glistening prick thrusting into and being withdrawn from her daughter’s little pussy.
The Taser dropped numbly from her hand.
Joyce stood frozen in her tracks, unable to move, completely stunned by this incontrovertible proof of her daughter’s sexual experience—and from the looks of it, the man in Buffy’s life was better hung and a better fuck than Joyce had ever had. He was rutting into her little girl, forcing her creamy juices out of her grasping cunt with every thrust inside her. And instead of feeling outraged or embarrassed, Joyce was strangely fascinated by the way Buffy’s shiny labia took his plunging erection, pulling and sucking at his shaft in evident enjoyment that looked like more sexual delight than Joyce’d ever experienced. It was a safe bet that her pussy had never looked like that with any lover she’d ever taken.
“Oooh, SHIT!” Buffy screamed with strained pleasure—Joyce could hear both the discomfort and the delirious enjoyment in her voice. “You’re fucking me like a dog! Just like a bitch in heat!”
Watching and listening, Joyce couldn’t believe that filthy language—that obvious gratification—when it looked more like Buffy was being ravaged than anything else. She saw Xander’s big cock as he drilled it into her daughter’s cunt and its length, its thickness, was totally insane. She didn’t know how Buffy could take such a penetration without it hurting like hell. Or… did the pain not matter? Not as long as she felt too the orgiastic pleasure that came with being so thoroughly fucked?
Joyce knew she should stop them, especially before Xander’s bare cock exploded into Buffy’s unprotected sex, but she just stared at her daughter’s gleaming wet pussy as Xander pounded into it over and over again.
“Faster! Faster! I need more of that sweet cock!” Buffy screamed, throwing her pert ass back to get the most of every delicious plunge Xander made into her. “It feels so fucking good! Feels like I’m in heaven!”
Seeing the look of rapture on Buffy’s face, Joyce decided she couldn’t take away such monumental happiness in her daughter’s life. At least, that was what she told herself. She didn’t bother trying to explain why hot juices were flooding her cunt, why she was so turned on by her own daughter being fucked. She actually envied Buffy, being that screaming, writhing wreck having her pussy ruined by a thick cock. But at the same time, she wanted to keep watching. Make sure that Buffy was fully satisfied, no matter how much lust this rabid fuck filled her with.
“Harder, Xand!” Buffy moaned with joy. “Fuck me all night if you have to—just make me come—I’m almost THERE!”
The sound of her daughter’s ecstasy—feverish, degenerate, utterly needed—rung in Joyce’s ears and it was hard for her to believe that such delirium could be brought out of Buffy by anything, even Xander’s wiry body as he drove his erection deeper and harder into her juicy sex with each passing moment.
“Fuck! FUCK! FUCK!” Buffy shrieked. “I’m coming! Coming! Give it to me—give me your cum while I can still feel it! God… FUCK… I’m commmiiinnngggggg!”
Joyce watched, afraid to even blink, as Xander’s lean, sinewy ass clenched, the tension radiating off him like a high-voltage wire as he pumped her daughter’s pussy full of cum. Joyce trembled with excitement and Buffy finally collapsed from all fours down onto her belly, her limbs spread-eagle, big blobs of jizz running out of her open cunt. Xander knelt behind her, just as exhausted, but staying upright to commit to memory the sight of Buffy now that he’d both made her his bitch and made her love it.
Joyce hurried back to her own room before either of them could notice her watching, her mind reeling, filled with the sights and sounds of how her daughter had been fucked. With her heart beating wildly in her chest, she could think of nothing else. And she couldn’t pretend, even for an instance, that she didn’t want to feel Xander’s big cock for herself.
***
Once he’d caught his breath, Xander picked Buffy up and hauled her to her bed. He would’ve thought it’d be hard—that after all the feats of strength he’d seen her do, she’d be weighted down with muscle—but she was as lightweight as she looked.
He easily dropped her onto the mattress and then climbed into bed with her, pulling the sheets over both of them and arranging Buffy so that she was lying comfortably next to him, transitioning out of being fucked into blissful vacancy and over to simple, peaceful slumber.
Before she did fall asleep, though, Buffy spoke, her eyes closed and her voice small. “Have you fucked Faith?”
Xander didn’t have much of a way with women—not without magic—but he knew that Buffy wasn’t speaking of Ancient History, but Current Events. “No, not lately.”
“Are you going to?”
Xander felt a bit breathless with honesty. “I might,” he said. “But not if you don’t want me to. You’re my dream girl, Buff. She’s just… Faith.”
“Yeah,” Buffy agreed. “But Faith’s pretty great, isn’t she?”
“Well… I suppose…”
Buffy turned onto her side to face him, even though her eyes were still dreamily closed. “If you do fuck her… I want to share her with you.”
Hearing that, Xander felt an immediate pang of lust in his sore cock. “You do?”
“Yeah. I worry about her. I think she feels really alone, even with both of us being Slayers. Maybe that makes her feel more alone, when even we can’t see eye to eye. So, it’d probably be good for her to have a master like you.”
Xander was taken aback. “Is that what I am? A master?”
Buffy reached out and unerringly knocked her knuckles on his brow. She opened her eyes to slits. “Duh. You just owned my ass. What do you think that makes us? Gal pals?”
“I don’t know, boyfriend-girlfriend?”
Buffy shook her head and closed her eyes again. “Nah. You own this ass. Accept it.”
“And you… you’re cool with that?” Xander asked tentatively.
Buffy shrugged her shoulders. “Why wouldn’t I be? You have no idea how good it felt just now, being owned by you.” She smiled then. “Well, maybe you do. Or you come a lot for a guy who doesn’t like anal sex…”
“I, uh, I like it just fine.”
Comments
Shendude
Well that's an interesting turn
Hadrian Scipio
Nice! Cool update.
