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Buffy Beaten update
🕑 Added 2019-06-02 17:18:44 +0000 UTC
She watched her mother suck, so unusually in the subservient position of kneeling before a man, for all the authority she wielded over Buffy. But as she saw Joyce with a man’s cock in her mouth for minute after minute, Buffy’s sex felt restless, familiarly restless. She didn’t dare do anything about it, tried to push it from her mind, but she knew that she was becoming aroused. That she enjoyed the sight of that massive cock and Joyce throating it. Her mouth was watering, even. She wondered what it would feel like in her mouth, what it would taste like. If she could make him come faster than Joyce would. How much cum he would give her and how much he would give her mother.
Buffy wiped her mouth. She’d been drooling.
***
Joyce heard Conrad hoarsely moaning, seeming pained by the heat of the precum bubbling out from his cockhead and onto her tongue. She loved it. She’d forgotten how much fun it was to really taste a man, unvarnished and unfiltered, to be able to suck on him and play with him, to feel his physical lust surging in her mouth. Her pussy was getting wet, and when she sucked him harder and faster, it clenched. She wondered if she should bring him off in her mouth or let him take his engorged cock to her sex. God, what a perfect way to get a man ready to fuck. After a little sucking, she was as hot as he was. If she weren’t so tempted to taste his cum…
Conrad could also tell how Joyce’s feelings were changing. She had started out only wanting to please him, but then she had become relaxed, started to enjoy herself, and now she was genuinely aroused, sucking him with a greedy hunger that demanded his cum, her excitement feeding his. His cock felt like it was glowing, tender and engorged with her fiery suction. He couldn’t hold back any longer, not when she wanted his cum so much.
“Joyce!” he gasped. “I’m gonna, gonna cum… yeah! Ha! YEAH!”
That little warning gave Joyce no time to pull away, no chance to stop Conrad and redirect his erection to somewhere else it was needed. But it gave her plenty of time to anticipate the steamy heat of his cum covering her palate, and her pussy somehow seemed to bloom with tightness as she thought of his cum filling her mouth even fuller than his prick had.
When he came, she took it in her mouth and down her throat, swallowing as fast as she could, barely tasting his cum she was gulping it down so fast, but it was still so overwhelmingly tangy that her taste buds flared with each swallow. The taste was everything she could’ve hoped for and she sucked hopefully for more, suckling at his shrinking erection as it wilted lower and lower, getting every drop of his tasty seed from the dwindling organ.
She found herself gurgling in her obscene lust to keep her mouth filled. “Mmph! Ngghh! Mm—fuuuuk…”
She pulled herself off of his cock, leaving Conrad red-faced, panting, his eyes hooded with both satisfaction and exhaustion. Joyce smiled up at him, seeing how satisfied she had left him. “Thank you, daddy.”
Conrad smiled back at her. Her smile had displayed how she’d swallowed all of his cum, every drop of it. He laid back on the bed and Joyce went to join him, lying on top of him as he put his arms possessively around her.
“Good girl. Good girl…”
***
Cordelia stretched her legs out. It was good to be rich. Her father’s jeep had more than enough room for all of her long, long legs and she threw her head back happily. The top was down, but she felt warm despite the night air. She sat in the passenger seat, Xander at her side, alternating his attention between her and driving. Cordelia enjoyed that—that just looking at her was a temptation to him.
She reached over to turn on the radio and as she did, she licked Xander’s cheek for no particular reason.
The stores and houses they were passing seemed to push each other further away as they left the sprawl for the gated community where Cordelia lived. Soon they were on the highway, traveling through nothing but a few miles of desert. Cordelia’s mind wandered, feeling Xander’s eyes on her, and she smiled devilishly as she remembered how their bodies had pressed together, half-naked, too horny to undress more even if Cordelia would’ve let it go that far.
Xander had gotten on top of her, kissed her everywhere, mouthing her breasts like he was desperate to enjoy them as much as he could before they were lost to him forever. Cordelia hoped he did too, though she hadn’t yet decided when she would stop letting him dry-hump her like a dog in heat. It still hadn’t gotten boring.
With her skirt pulled up out of the way but his jeans still painfully done up over his beating erection, she’d pressed her clit against his thigh. That would’ve been enough to bring herself off, which was the whole point of this anyway, but Xander had pushed her away, down into a bucket seat, and reached for her clit with his hand. They’d kissed for what felt like hours as he got a good grip on her pussy and her pussy got a good grip on him, fingers swimming up her passage, thumb rubbing down her clit.
The lustful memories aroused Cordelia—she opened her thighs and the wind blowing into the jeep circled around her legs, rubbed up against her pussy just like Xander would. She scooted closer to him. His shoulder touched hers.
Her pulse raced; the crotch of her panties stuck to her cunt, sticky with the moisture soaking into it. She put her hand on Xander’s thigh and caressed it, feeling the slender muscle underneath tense and flex like it was trying to turn into a bulging powerhouse for her.
Xander had gotten off, the door open, Cordelia behind him, aiming him out onto the road and stroking him until he came, not a drop getting onto her precious leather interior. The one good thing about living in Sunnydale—the town understandably rolled up the sidewalks once it got dark.
He’d zipped up, but he’d been erect again almost the moment he turned the key in the ignition, the roar of the engine like Cordelia’s smile, seeping into his manhood no matter how many layers he wore. The throbbing thickness of his erection pushed against his restraining jeans, and with Cordelia’s hand so tantalizingly close to his bulge, the car drifted slightly away from him. He had to resolve to ignore Cordy for fear of having an accident.
As horny as Cordelia got, she didn’t want to distract him too badly either. She let her hand creep up his jeans, circle his crotch, stray across his lower belly. She never once touched his endowment, but Xander still squirmed in his seat, soon reduced to panting. Xander was still as grateful as a virgin on his first time. Cordelia loved getting him that aroused. She felt way more powerful that way than giving some jock another notch on his bedpost. It helped that Xander wasn’t actually as pathetic as he thought. To Cordelia’s mind, Xander could have either Buffy or Willow with a little effort. The thought filled Cordelia with both jealousy and some amount of pride.
The rest of the drive was only two miles, but when they got there, Cordelia was as turned on as Xander. She had lifted up her skirt so that Xander could reach into her increasingly wet panties and feel her pussy. The more he’d felt her, the more she’d felt him. When they pulled in front of her manor, Cordelia’s hand was inside his jeans, warming his cock. She worked her fingers vigorously, stroking Xander to the tune of his beating arousal, making him slump low in his seat as he struggled to keep the jeep on the road.
Once they parked, Cordelia lowered her skirt and smoothed her blouse. Belt unbuckled and fly undone, Xander still had an erection pushing forcefully against the front of his boxers as Cordelia slipped out of the jeep.
“You can drive this back to your place,” Cordelia said, a little out of breath, “if you think no one in your filthy neighborhood will strip it for parts. Drive it to school in the morning and I’ll pick it up there. There’d better not be a scratch on it.”
“Blow me,” Xander replied.
Cordelia’s eyes flared. “The fuck did you say to me?”
He wrestled his erection from the confines of his boxers. “Blow. Me.”
Cordelia stared at his manhood disdainfully, even as her lips parted and nostrils flared, a mélange of emotions as she registered its size. That was the other reason she dated Xander. Not that she’d ever let him use that monster on her, but she was the head of the entire cheer team. Her boyfriend should have a bigger dick than Harmony’s. He just should.
“If you wanted me to finish you off, you should’ve either come quicker or driven slower. You were chauffeuring precious cargo, after all.”
Xander was completely flabbergasted, unable to speak as Cordelia turned and walked away, his giant pupils trapped in watching the tight roundness of her lovely, beaconing ass. He made no move to put his dick away and it made no move to get any smaller or throb any less. He clutched his member instead, his fingers rounding the shaft as Cordelia’s smaller ones barely could, squeezing and caressing the slab of muscle until he came all over the pedals of Cordelia’s jeep.
Then, his cock tucked away, he reasoned that his sneakers had stepped in far worse things than a little spunk and drove off.
***
Willow’s left hand fanned out over her pussy, her two middle fingers spreading the lips of her labia. She was so hot she’d started masturbating the moment she’d gotten into bed. She didn’t want to stop touching herself. With her other hand she fumbled under the pillow she was lying on, finally extricating her vibrator. She flicked it on and brought it to her sex. The vibrations seemed to go straight to her clit and she pumped her hips up off the bed with the excruciating pleasure, whimpering aloud, hoping Xander wouldn’t hear her or the hum of the vibrator either.
Willow tried not to think of why she had thought of Xander just then. Would he even know what a vibrator sounded like? No, he wouldn’t, he would just jerk off. Probably didn’t have money for anything else. Willow thought of him pumping his cock in his hand, probably thinking of Buffy, of Cordelia, and she drove the vibrator deep into her madly pulsing cunt as if to punish him somehow.
She didn’t know what she was doing, why she was thinking of Xander, why she couldn’t push him out of her head as she spread her thighs wide and worked the vibrator in deeper and deeper, still thinking of Xander pistoning his hand on his member, touching himself like he wanted Buffy to touch him, Buffy or Cordelia, anyone but Willow, who arched off the bed again and again, almost forcing herself toward the climax she needed so badly. At least it seemed like it would be her relief from thinking of Xander and his big hard cock…
Willow lunged into her own masturbation, heaving great sobs, perspiration shining on her body, wetting the T-shirt and briefs she’d worn to bed. She looked down at her jiggling breasts, shaking through the thin fabric with every thrust she gave herself, and she wondered what was so wrong with them that anyone wouldn’t want them? Why would Xander want to touch those two when he could touch these two? She let her pussy clench almost shut around the vibrator, bringing her free hand instead to her hot nipples, kneading the shallow hills they rested on, violently pressuring her tingling flesh.
The vibrator droned on and on, masking Willow’s words as she chanted under her rushing breath: “Fuck me, fuck me… fuck my cunt. Fuck me with that hard cock, Xander… I want it all in me… I want your cock and your cum all the way in my pussy… Xander…”
She writhed and jerked her hips in needful abandon, not satisfied in the least, but enjoying her lustful deprivation… telling herself a real cock would feel so much nicer.
Comments
Shendude
Hot, but not much plot.
