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Buffy Beaten update
🕑 Added 2020-01-30 18:00:00 +0000 UTC
When Cordelia woke up, she was shocked to find Xander lying in bed next to her. Not even her bed. His bed, judging from how rough the sheets were, how it stunk of sex and faded sweat.
Her sweat. Her sex.
Last night, and everything that had happened in it, flooded over Cordelia. Her sex tingled with its own deflowering, as if she could feel the lack of the hymen that was no longer there. She wondered if it could possibly be true. She’d done it, no engagement ring, no wedding ring, no honeymoon in Nassau. Xander had gotten all of it for free.
No. Not entirely for free. Cordelia let her fingers trail over her own awakened, alive body as she remembered their lovemaking. How was she supposed to know that he could make her feel that way? That she was a dirty cunt and that this, this was what men like Xander did to dirty cunts.
Cordelia opened her legs, not wanting to wake Xander up just yet, even though it was almost first bell at Sunnydale High. She slowly caressed her pussy. Xander would need his rest, but as soon as he was up, they were cutting class and she would enjoy having him all to herself. No Buffy. No Willow. Just them.
But at her house. In her bed. This place was a fucking pigsty.
Then she realized it wasn’t just her and Xander. Willow was there, slipping into the bed on the other side of Xander. Cordelia couldn’t believe it. She’d never been so aghast. She was still satisfied, still turned on, and Willow was ruining it.
“What the hell do you think you’re—“
“Keep your voice down,” Willow snapped at her in a hush. “You’re going to keep quiet and watch or I’ll tell him about you blowing Conrad for fake IDs.”
Cordelia blanched suddenly. She’d enjoyed not thinking about that, even if had given her the… something like confidence to finally let Xander… do what men did to dirty cunts…
“You… you wouldn’t…” Cordelia whispered, though she could barely concentrate on Xander or Willow at the moment. It was much easier, much better to think of what Conrad had done to her and Willow.
Now it was almost like they were doing something to Xander together. This was what men did to dirty cunts, but it seemed so much nicer somehow when the man was Xander and not someone else. Maybe the dirty cunt could be someone else’s, as long as the man was Xander.
“I’m his best friend,” Willow hissed. “He doesn’t even like you.”
She was so close to Xander, the sheet all that separated her from him, and she was under it with him, so it was just keeping her from seeing, but she could feel. She had to feel. It would be like a game. He’d never noticed her looking at him; she’d see how much she could touch him before he’d notice.
“He likes me,” Cordelia protested. “He likes fucking me.”
“That’s because you’re a good fuck, Cordelia, not because you’re a good person.”
Xander looked so peaceful in his sleep, so innocent. Willow wanted to touch her lips to his, feel the creamy smoothness of his nearly hairless chest. Instead, she pulled up the covers. If Cordelia had gotten to touch him, surely Willow deserved to at least look at him…
Willow gasped in delight as she saw his slender body in full. Xander laid on his back, his manhood halfway hidden between his thighs like a snake in the grass. The sunlight dappled his naked body, bringing up his pale skin as she combed her fingers through his sparse body hair. He moaned softly and muttered something. Willow wondered if it was her name. He had to see her on some level, want her at least a fraction as much as she wanted him…
“Why don’t we ask Xander what he wants?” Cordelia needled from the other side of his masculine body. “A good fuck or a good person?” She simpered on the last part of the sentence.
Willow tucked her coppery hair behind her ear so it wouldn’t tickle Xander as she ran her tongue along the inside of his thigh, just missing his member. Even limp it was impressive. Even his testicles were impressive, big and full.
You have such a beautiful body, Willow thought as she looked him over, committing to memory what should’ve been hers in reality. She bit her lips, feeling her pussy tingle. Her erect nipples touched Xander’s hip as she kissed around his belly button.
“Maybe you’re not even that good a fuck,” Willow shot back at Cordelia. “Maybe he just hasn’t had better. Maybe once I show him what I can do…”
She lifted up Xander’s prick and kissed the head, pushing the tip of her tongue into the slit for the little ways that it would go. Xander stirred a little and moaned, but he still wasn’t awake. Gently, Willow wrapped her lips around his limp maleness and sucked. She could feel Cordelia watching her, horrorstruck, burning hot with unvoiced rage, and Cordelia’s resentment fueled Willow’s lust. It felt good to have Xander in her mouth, but it felt even better to do it while Cordelia watched.
Willow reached under her body to rub her pussy. The waves of her pleasure were building as if connected to the pleasure she was giving Xander. All she had to do was get him off and she knew it would feel so good for her. She sucked Xander slowly, passionately, falling in love with his cock as it came to life in her mouth, thicker and longer all the time, the veins filling with hot blood, the once-flaccid meat now pulsating with need.
“Slut,” Cordelia breathed. “Dirty, dirty slut.” She sounded excited.
Lying on her side, Willow pressed two fingers inside herself. Her legs shut on her hand, holding her fingers deep inside her pussy. It was a good thing she had stuffed her mouth with Xander’s growing erection, because she wanted to cry out with joy as she got more and more aroused.
Xander’s shaft glistened with her saliva as her mouth pitched up and down its length. She cupped his bloated balls. Then she ran her fingers through his wiry pubes, damp with sweat as she got him hot.
“He only likes it because he thinks you’re me,” Cordelia said. Now she sounded even more excited, aroused by her own cruelty. “He’s thinking about me no matter how hard you suck.”
Willow fingered herself, trying to match the pace of how she was sucking Xander’s tool. It was hard—he was growing more and more erect, and as he did, Willow gagged and gurgled on his size. She started holding the base of his shaft while running her tongue up and down the top half, tracing the contours of his beautifully shaped cockhead.
More than erect, his prick started to throb in her hand while Xander groaned, twitching a little, his head twisted to one side on his pillow. He was still fast asleep. Willow told herself that he was dreaming of her, that the love and devotion she was showing him in the real world was making its way to his dreams. Surely he could sense how much she loved the salty taste of his manhood, its hardness, the way it pulsed at her lashing tongue like a volcano about to erupt.
“Mmmnnn,” Xander moaned, tensing his muscles as if about to stretch. Willow’s fingers went faster inside her snatch. She was enjoying herself immensely. She didn’t want Xander to wake, not until they were both satisfied.
“You’re sucking my cunt off of him,” Cordelia breathed huskily. Gasping between words: “Maybe you can lick my pussy next. He put so much cum inside me. I bet I taste more like him than I do like me.”
Willow kept sucking on him, languidly slurping up the precum he gave her. As aroused as she was, she was a long way from coming and she didn’t want Xander to go off before she did. She wanted Cordelia to watch them for a long time. As long as Willow had watched the two of them.
She let Xander’s prick slip out of her mouth and held up his balls in her hand, sniffing their musk and finding it as pleasing as the tang of his cock. She sucked on one teste, then the other, reveling in their throbbing size. She gently nibbled the wrinkles in his scrotum. Then she ran her tongue over the seam that marked the underside of his sack. His cum tasted good even inside his balls; she couldn’t imagine how good it would taste when he blasted it into her mouth.
Cordelia was by now swaying and rubbing against the mattress, rolling her naked breasts back and forth on the frayed bedspread, kneading her flesh against the coarse fabric. It scratched and scraped as it had when Xander was fucking her, but it felt good. She pressed herself harder against the wrinkled sheets, arching her back so she could drag her pussy over the duvet.
“Suck him harder. You’ll never get his cum if you don’t suck like a dirty whore.”
Willow was completely intoxicated by Xander’s flesh, drunk on the arousal that she had provoked in it. She lifted up his balls and lowered them into her mouth. They didn’t fit, far more ungainly in their heft than his member, but she liked lapping at what little she could stuff into her tiny mouth.
Then she went back to sucking at his firm cock, going faster and harder until she felt tremors building deep inside his loins. Xander was moaning steadily now. This had to be like what Willow felt when she was all slick and overwarm and a little itchy, so close to coming that she just had to do it. Xander mumbled in his sleep, but Willow couldn’t make out her name—she didn’t think he was calling out Cordelia’s either.
As she suckled him, taking in every hardened inch until she had to breathe through her nostrils, Willow enthusiastically masturbated herself. When Xander’s cock heaved in her throat, a dry run for ejaculation, she climaxed herself, whimpering with pleasure, grateful to Xander’s prick for gagging her loud exuberance. No matter how she reminded herself not to make noise, she still felt an uncontrollable desire to cry out with joy at having him inside her. To let everyone know, Cordelia know, what they were doing and how much she enjoyed it. It would be obvious how much Xander enjoyed it when he came all over her face and tonsils, as Conrad had.
“Suck his cock for me, Willow,” Cordelia ordered with bated breath. “That’s all you’re doing. You’re sucking him off because I’ve had my fill of his cum but I still want him to jizz.”
Xander’s thighs flexed convulsively. His sighs and moans became louder, more aware. Willow squeezed his balls and sucked and swallowed. She fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit until her body felt lit up like a Christmas tree. She orgasmed again, her juices flying from her rutting hand, soaking the sheets her naked body was wrapped in.
“You’re just a fucking whore. A sex toy. Make him come, you fucking cock holster!”
Xander writhed in delight, his chest heaving, his whole body preparing for the ecstasy it was about to experience in Willow’s sucking mouth. The redhead’s heart pounded. Almost her entire hand was inside her pussy now, her eyes wide with enjoyment as another climax hit her.
Cordelia fell silent. She had gotten pretty good at touching herself and acting almost as if it were happening to someone else while reaping the pleasure for herself. Like in the shower, when her hands were slippery with soap and they slid down between her legs. But all that sneaky touching was nothing like fingering herself while she watched Willow and Xander. This felt more like she was being fucked.
Willow circled her tongue around the collar of Xander’s cock and he rewarded her with a dose of precum that seemed to sparkle on her taste buds. She rolled it against the roof of her mouth before she swallowed, feeling the pungent liquid warm her up all the way to her belly. Willow knew that she could drink Xander’s cream for hours and still want more!
I love you, she thought, rubbing her tongue against his veiny shaft as she bobbed her head up and down on it, not stopping until her lips touched his balls.
Xander whimpered like a hurt dog, convulsing slowly, pushing up his hips to get his prick deeper into Willow’s mouth. She felt his glans at the very back of her throat and sucked harder. Her mouth enveloped every inch of this thick manhood. His cockhead bulged in her throat. Then Xander came, ejaculating so hard that his cum both traveled down her throat and flowed back to fill her mouth. Willow nearly choked, there was so much to swallow. Her cheeks bulged. She felt his cum in her sinuses. She felt herself come just as she’d wanted to, sharing in the satisfaction of satisfying Xander.
“Oh fuck it, fuck it!” Cordelia moaned, feeling her slit pulsing violently around her fingers. "I'm commiing! Nnngghh! Shit, shit, gghh..."
Madly she jerked her ass up into her fingers. When it came down, it hammered the bedsprings, nearly driving the mattress through the bedframe as she creamed on her hand. Cordelia rubbed her clit frantically, shuddering as its throbbing spasms drenched her pussy with hot juices. They boiled from her, foaming obscenely into the sheets.
“That’s what men do to dirty cunts…” she said as she relaxed, sinking down into her own juices, smiling giddily as the tingling afterglow of her orgasm settled over her body. It felt like Willow had fucked her, not Xander.
Incredibly enough, Xander was still asleep. Willow could only imagine the wet dream he thought he’d had. She hoped it was as good as her reality. Cum oozed out of the corners of her lips as she tried to gulp down every delicious drop he had given her. She had never tasted anything so good. Peaches and cream was nothing in comparison. It was better than Conrad’s cock, better than anyone else’s could possibly be. Willow came again as she swallowed, the taste manhandling her as roughly as she hoped Xander would.
She sucked Xander completely dry, then released his half-hard prick to fall back against his stomach. It kept quivering even outside her mouth. Willow licked her cum-glazed mouth and smiled, nearly swooning with satisfaction. She’d never felt so content, like she’d made up for all the missed opportunities, coming so many times with one act of love for Xander.
Suddenly, Cordelia didn’t want the morning to end. She wanted to feel Xander filling her pussy again. Lifting Willow’s face, Cordelia drew her lips against her hot open mouth. Her tongue went into Willow’s mouth, tasting the cum that Xander had packed it with, and Cordelia keened as the taste filled her senses. Willow moaned into the kiss, her tongue sparking against Cordelia’s, intensifying the taste as she rubbed Xander’s cum into Cordelia’s taste buds. Maybe… maybe they could share. But Cordelia would have the lion’s share.
“You’ll never be as big a whore as I am,” she said when their kiss ended, and she pushed Willow off the bed.
Holding back a laugh, Cordelia looked up to see the blissful smile on Xander’s face. He was still asleep. Xander must have been exhausted after last night—worn out from them fucking and sucking for hours. Cordelia pushed the thought of fucking Willow firmly out of her mind. Xander was still there and she was going to enjoy his cock all she could before he left. There was time to think about other things after he was gone. Right now her pussy was wet and warm as she imagined Xander fucking her.
Cordelia slithered down, tenderly taking Xander’s flaccid manhood into her mouth. It lay motionless on her tongue, submitting to her gentle sucking. For a moment, Cordelia wondered if Willow hadn’t truly drained it—given Xander such a blowjob that she’d finished him off as Cordelia couldn’t for several sessions. But that was impossible. She locked her lips firmly around the base of Xander’s cock and sucked it steadily, her tongue rolling sensuously against his glans.
He was soon throbbing, then expanding. It was wonderful to feel how quickly he grew engorged. Cordelia felt him lengthen and stiffen until he was pressing out into her cheeks, pushing stubbornly against her throat. God, she loved how fucking hung Xander was. No wonder both she and Willow were obsessed with him. He had enough cock for both of them.
She drew the sheets off Xander’s body. Her pussy was clenching too tightly to be ignored. Carefully, she straddled his body. It was time for Xander to wake up and she knew just how to wish him a good morning.
Her legs quivering, she took hold of his erection and pointed it up at her pussy. Then Cordelia lowered herself down, impaling her cunt on his manhood. She rutted against him, slowly at first, but enjoying every inch.
Soon she was bouncing fast and hard, her ass grinding into his groin as she came down on him. Xander’s eyes opened in surprise, looking up at her still sleepy and confused.
“Wha… Cordy? What’s happen… what’s happening?”
Cordelia fucked him faster. And harder. Xander smiled as he groaned in overwhelmed ecstasy. He tried to get up but she had him pinned down. After she’d bounced on his lap a few times he didn’t try anymore.
“I just had the best dream,” Xander blurted out, halfway seeming unaware that Cordelia was fucking him. “I was on an island or something… way out in the ocean. There was sands and palm trees and the sky… it was crazy. I was getting a blowjob. It was incredible. The best suck ever. I could have sworn I came.”
“Sounds like a good dream,” Cordelia said humorlessly, trying not to care about him singing the praises of Willow’s mouth. All she cared about was the tension building drastically inside her sex.
A lightbulb went off over Xander’s head. “You! You were blowing me while I slept, weren’t you? I came!”
Cordelia nodded, then threw her head back in rapture as she came, her juices running down Xander’s shaft.
“You really are a dirty cunt,” Xander snorted, amused at the transformation Cordelia had undergone. She was nothing like the prim and proper queen bee he remembered from Sunnydale High. Now naked, lustful, covered in sweat, she seemed more like a bitch in heat. “You need my cock even when I’m sleeping!”
“Yes! And I need it now! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me as hard as I sucked your cock!” Cordelia cried out ecstatically.
“Fuck, I need it too! Shit, shit, shit!” Xander moaned, locking both arms around Cordelia’s waist and fucking her with all his strength.
“That’s it! Fuck me, really fuck me now! Make us both come! Make me come a thousand times! Fuck, Xander, if I’d only known—“ Cordelia came again, the next in a chain of orgasm, one right before the next, going higher and higher than ever before.
“Shit! Fuck!” Xander cried. “This is what men do—“
“Yes, yes, I’m a dirty cunt!” Cordelia screamed, leaning back as they came together. She flopped back into Xander’s hold, eyes glazed over as her upper body hung in his embrace, nothing more than her orgasm, nothing more than a cock holster. Her abs twitched as Xander’s cock erupted with a vengeance underneath them, showering her inner flesh with his creamy cum.
Xander held her in place, just a receptacle to take his seed, until he was empty. Then he lowered her down onto her back. Her head lolled over the side of the bed, seeing upside-down as Willow slipped out from behind an easy chair in the corner and disappeared out the door. Cordelia thought she could smell the redhead’s cunt, as orgasmic as her own from another shared fuck.
How was it for you? Cordelia wondered as Xander’s cum began its sluggish flow out of her overstuffed pussy. She wasn’t going to make first period. She didn’t know if she’d make second—not if Xander got hard again. A part of her, a big part, really, really wanted him to get hard.
She wondered if, like with Conrad, maybe her and Willow couldn’t push Xander to the kind of heights you usually had to go to a donkey show to see. That was what women did when they were dirty cunts, after all.
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Shendude
This is so hot.
