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🕑 Added 2017-05-01 20:19:13 +0000 UTCWillow felt a tingle as Xander led her to the hotel. It wasn’t as nice as her own house, or Buffy’s house, or even Xander’s house, but its very… sleaziness did something to her. More than any of the quaint, brightly colored spaces that her friends occupied, this looked like some place where nasty things happened. Naughty things. Where people were fucked.
“They book by the hour, but I got it for the whole night,” Xander said as he led her along. “A special night. With a special surprise for a—“
“What’s the surprise?”
“Special girl,” Xander finished lamely. “And it’s a surprise, so—“
“Am I going to have sex with it?”
Xander gulped, still a bit surprised by how incongruously Willow’s sex drive fit in with her unabashed enthusiasm. “I mean, if you wanna—“
“Faith?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Joyce?”
“Not a guessing game.”
“Dawn? Tara? Kennedy?”
“Who?”
“Amy? Anya? Jenny? Vamp me?”
“You want to fuck yourself?” Xander asked.
“I have gotten pretty good at it…” Willow said dismally, biting a nail.
Xander stopped in front of the door. “Well, here we are. All the answers await.”
Willow squeed and tried the doorknob, after which Xander remembered to use the room key. He’d barely used it before Willow shoved her way inside and saw Jenny Calendar, the camera equipment, Angel, Giles.
All of them arranged together, like some play currently in intermission, but whose plot she couldn’t discern.
“Happy, you know, being a great person day,” Xander stage-whispered to her.
“Xand, what is this?”
“That’s a good question,” Angel said, as brusque as always. He leaned against the wall, looming over that patch of wallpaper in his black leather and otherwise turtleneck garments, while Giles stood nearer the center of the room, jacket off and bowtie undone to leave him in a sweater vest over an Oxford shirt.
“We’d rather assumed that the situation was going to be explicit by the time she arrived,” Giles said. “It does make for a somewhat awkward group discussion…”
“It was a surprise,” Xander emphasized.
“It certainly will be,” Jenny said wryly, looking through the viewfinder of one of the cameras arranged around the bed.
“Xander, really, what is this?” Willow asked again. “Because it looks like a—“
“It is,” Xander said gently. “It’s… that video you were watching. But for you. Your own personal porno. And we’re recording it, to show it to Buff or Cordy or whoever you want to, and I got Giles here because I know you’ve always wanted to—“
“Spend more time with him!” Willow interrupted nervously. “That’s all, not doing anything specific, just spending time nonspecifically with my favorite cool librarian British man…”
“Yeah. That,” Xander said. “And Angel, well, I figured if you’re cool with me and Cordy—and you and me and Cordy—then I should try to be cool with Angel. Besides, he can’t get any from Buffy without things going all Cerberus, so a cute redhead seemed like the next best thing. Or… like an equally good thing. Both you and Buffy. Since I’ve had both. Which I’m sure Angel will agree with once he’s had both too.”
“Yeah,” Angel agreed. “I can tell just by looking at you that you and Buffy are neck and neck.”
“Well, once when we were both giving Xand a blowjob…” Willow replied. She noticed Giles again. “I mean, that is, we… were sucking his cock together.”
“So I gathered,” Giles said. “Willow, I trust Mr. Harris knows you well enough not to be mistaken about your current willingness to engage in hardcore sex?”
“No, uhh, yeah. I’d love to,” Willow bit her lip, “get gangbanged while my computer science teacher videos it.” She looked at Xander. “You’re going to watch this later, right? And jerk off to it?”
“For the first time, I’m going to answer that sort of question honestly: yes. Absolutely.”
“Good.” Willow wheedled her hands together. “I just… wouldn’t want to do this unless we end up with something that’s, like, you know… sexy.”
“You’re in it,” Xander said. “That’s the sexy part. I’m a teenage boy, I’ve jerked off to you in recordings of high school musicals.”
Willow moaned in adorable relish. “That is so sweet… do you think I was good in Chicago?”
“I didn’t watch it with the sound on.”
“If you don’t mind,” Angel said, stalking toward Willow. “I may be immortal, but I still have places to be. Jenny, are we recording?”
“I’ve been waiting for a nip slip the last three minutes,” Jenny answered.
“Stop waiting,” Angel told her. His dark eyes were staring all in at Willow, taking in the breathtaking sight of her thin coat hanging open, revealing the diaphanous material of her summer dress, a glint of bare skin showing through the light covering. She’d wanted to dress up nice for Xander’s big surprise.
Angel reached up and with one gruff motion ripped at her coat, pulling sharply downwards so that the sleeves remained hanging on her arms and her filmy dress exposed all her tantalizing young curves to the camera. His gaze took in the long tantalizing legs, draped by the folds of Willow’s dress—the decadent stretch of her thighs—the startling thrust of her pert, freckled tits.
Angel let out an appreciative grunt. Willow was no Buffy, but he wouldn’t kick out of bed for… well, anything.
“As long as we’re putting on a show,” Giles said, kneeling to remove Willow’s stockings. “I think a little hanky panky is in order. Just a little bit of kink to make things interesting…”
He pressed a quick kiss to Willow’s calf as he bared it, and she swooned, loving the odd grace of his touch as he skirted her silk stockings from her legs. Angel watched, impressed, as Giles quickly fashioned a knot with the stockings and bound Willow’s hands tightly together behind her back.
“And though you are a sterling conversationalist,” Giles continued, drawing his handkerchief from his pocket. “I don’t believe that will be required, now will it?” He wadded it up in Willow’s mouth, gagging her.
Willow was now trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, ready to be consumed by a hungry mob. The silk stockings gently, but firmly, corralled her wrists and the gag in her mouth made it difficult for her to grunt, much less yell.
“Are you getting this?” Giles asked Jenny, and she nodded in the affirmative. “Excellent. Angel, hold her steady.”
Then Willow felt her thin dress and undergarments being ripped from her naked body. There was now no doubt in her what they were going to do to her, and the confirmation created a raging turmoil inside her, a dizzying haze that enveloped her.
Again, almost gently, Angel and Giles carried her limp, unprotected body onto the bed. She had an impression of floating through the air—she saw Xander, adjusting his growing erection within his pants—then she was face down on the bed, her firm ass bulging up from her hips.
Giles bent over her, brushing her hair away from her face. She realized she was reflected in a camera lens pointed right at her. “Comfortable? I hope so,” Giles said in a low voice, calming and soothing and utterly exciting. “Try to look into the camera as you’re fucked. Later, when you’re watching it, you’ll be able to see how excited you were. Just like I can.” He kissed her cheek. “And just so you know… I’ve been wanting this for a long time too.”
He straightened, staring down at the soft creamy skin of Willow’s naked ass, glistening in the lamplight of this deliberately immodest hotel. One of the bulbs was burnt out, and it gave long shadows to Willow’s body, as if she were a prey animal, vulnerable in the decaying light. Giles took his glasses off and cleaned them before they began. He could feel his cock aching like it had never ached before.
He unzipped himself.
“Hey,” Jenny whispered from behind the camera. “You’re supposed to play with her first!”
“I think that would be quite wasted on a wanton little slut like this.” Giles ran his hand between Willow’s legs, smiling when he came up with a residue of arousal glistening on his fingertips. “Yes. Very much wasted. And not at all wanted.”
He laid down on top of Willow’s petite body, running his lips along her soft downy cheek, now able to inhale the light scent of her perfume. Willow whimpered as she smelled the cornucopia of scents on his breath—his mouthwash, his breath spray, the lingering aroma of tea on his lips, and felt the light warm of his exhale itself as it seemed to trickle along her skin. She was trembling, but not in fear—totally submissive to him. And yet, Giles was relentless, demanding her complete surrender. His hands pushed on the back of her head until her face was stuffed down into the mattress, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. Giles’s knees relentlessly forced at her legs, parting them so far that it strained her thighs.
“You’re mine,” Giles growled to her, “from the moment you walked into this room until I get my rocks off. And I want you to enjoy it too, understand?”
Willow nodded desperately. She loved Xander, she was incredibly satisfied by him—but she didn’t think he had it in him to do this to her. To hurt her and have her like it.
Giles let himself slide down between her legs, and the whisper of his clothes against her skin was like a promise of something terrible and forbidden. A moan came from deep in Willow’s throat as she felt his rapidly hardening cock touch the smooth inner surfaces of her thighs. He pushed it forward so that it slithered along the crevice of her bare ass, as Jenny behind the camera whirred away.
Willow wriggled her bottom, the only part of her that she could move, trying to entice his lustfully throbbing cock somewhere that she needed it. Every move she made served to make Giles’s cock harder, and increased his determination to fuck her his way.
“Be a dear and lift your arse, if you would,” he requested, pulling himself up and off her prostrate form, so that he stood between her spread legs at the edge of the bed. Willow tried to, but her limbs felt weak and limp, and all she could do was writhe—soon unable to resist the mild relief of rutting her pussy against the bedspread and pleasing herself that way.
When Giles saw that she wasn’t going to obey him, he lifted his hand and let it fall heavily to her buttocks with a loud crack. Willow moaned through her gag, his eyes flaring wide at the camera. In its reflection, a desperately excited woman looked back at her.
Angel raised his eyebrows. “Admittedly, Buffy wouldn’t be into that. Something in the redhead’s column.”
“One never knows,” Giles replied, observing with almost scientific detachment as Willow’s ass turned a deep pink from the slap it had just received. The pain for Willow was beginning to subside when his hand came down again, a thundercrack echoing through the room.
“I asked nicely,” Giles said, and this time Willow tried to move the way she thought he wanted her to, but it was not fast enough for Giles and he pushed his hand down on the back of her head again, holding her until she relaxed the whole of her body so that he would allow her to breathe. Then, having won his battle, he pulled at her fearfully trembling buttocks until they were lifted high off the bed. She hung there, her ass lewdly suspended in the air.
Willow knew now that her own prudishness wouldn’t stop this. She would give in to the horrible humiliation of her tormentors' every whim. They would be able to manipulate her body in any way they saw fit, any way that would satisfy their enormous hunger. Perhaps if she cooperated, they would not beat her anymore; they would be satisfied just to fuck her, shoot their obscene cum inside her pussy, and be done with it.
She could barely breathe, she was so excited.
Giles knelt on the bed behind her nakedly raised ass, staring as though he might be struck blind the next moment. Even for a man of his experience, it was a spellbinding display. All of Willow's ginger young cunt and perky tits were displayed before him in all their fresh young splendor. He felt hot all over, itching for the feel of his cock deep in the hidden recesses of her cunt. He wanted to explode inside her and fuck her to pieces. His balls were full and aching as he pulled on them and stroked his rock-hard shaft, longing to shove it into the narrow opening of her teenage cunt.
But he was a gentleman, and as he could tell Willow was enjoying herself, he felt an obligation to make it last as long as possible.
"What're you waiting for, old man? Come on, give it to her... feed her a little cock." Angel sat fondling his huge erection beside the camera, letting Willow see what was in store for her once Giles had had his fill.
Giles didn't bother to answer. He wasn't going to let himself be rushed. This was one piece of ass he was going to enjoy! He'd fix it so that she'd be groveling under him; he was going to feel her wiggle beneath him, wanting him to fuck her harder, wanting him to fill her cunt fully!
He placed his hard, pulsating cock so that it was barely touching the smooth, sleek crevice of her ass, tormenting the soft cheeks of flesh with his kneading fingers by pulling them apart and then pressing them together around the huge bulbous tip of his cock.
Willow's nakedly exposed young asscheeks contracted helplessly against the pulling of Giles's thumbs, but he kept on pressing outward with a steady motion, not hard, but gently and firmly, determined to break the youngster's will by sheer cunning, if nothing else.
Eventually, it worked, and the moon-shaped orbs were lax, spread wide before him as he dropped down so that he could peer into the soft brown circle of her asshole with its small puckered opening and the tempting folds of her red-fringed cunt below. His lips were only inches away from the soft ginger strands that wisped around the entrance to Willow's cunt, and he inhaled deeply, breathing in the sweetness of her inner flesh.
Willow was calmer now. She was surprised by his slow movements... she had not been prepared for that, expecting a savage bacchanalia for which she had steeled her mind. She didn't know quite how to react to this soft touch and it unsettled her. There was something strange about it, something especially, as her body seemed to respond far more to his savoring kindness than it would to the hard and fast fuck she had expected. She felt like two separate beings... her mind and her body were not functioning together.
Out of habit, Willow tried to suppress the lewd sensation that she could feel rising inside her thumb-spread pussy as Giles steadily breathed into her naked cunt and asshole, slowly inhaling and exhaling her luxuriously sensual fragrance. She sighed and let her ass muscles relax still another notch into a state of looseness brought on by his able conquest of her.
Willow began to feel a strange wetness at the base of her spine. It spread from a tiny point to about the size of a poker chip, and then began to creep slowly up her spinal column.
Giles was licking up her back, inching along with infinite slowness, causing an uncontrollable shiver to run up and down her back. At first it was only a feeling of surprise, but then the tingling sensations turned to pleasure. Alarmed, Willow attempted to move her arms from their cramped position tied behind her back, but she could only pull them up a little way from her body, and the wetness continued to move up and down until, inexplicably, it stopped entirely.
Willow found herself waiting for its next appearance. Why had it stopped? Then she caught herself: she was actually thinking as if she wanted the lewd licking to continue. The very thought that she was enjoying being filmed like this was confusing... and her mind reeled with confusion. She no longer felt like herself... it seemed as though she must be someone else going through these horrid things... and Willow Rosenberg no longer existed. She couldn't... she couldn't be there on that dirty bed in a sleazy motel... no... such things didn't happen, and she fought the reality of the unbelievable scene, bitterly tossing her head from side to side.
"Keep licking, that looks hot," she heard Jenny direct from behind the camera. "She loves it."
Then suddenly the moisture was back as Giles ran his tongue all the way up her inner thigh, slowly, delicately, until he reached the wetness of Willow's nakedly spread cunt. She tried to squirm away, but he held onto her protruding ass so that it stayed just where he wanted it, and before she could anticipate what he was going to do, he thrust his tongue deep into her pussy with all the strength he had in him.
It felt warm and soft—soft pressure inside her unprotected opening, moving around and about tickling and pushing at the walls of her sensitive little cunt.
Giles could feel the confusion in Willow's body as he continued tongue-fucking into her, lapping at her sweet juices, sliding down and toying with her clitoris, only to return to the tender little hole above after a moment's teasing below. He knew he was getting through to her as the sounds she was making gradually changed to soft mmmmmms, hums of pleasure.
Willow had convinced herself by now... no, this couldn't be real, the pleasure she felt was a hallucination... the whole thing made no sense at all. Every inch of her body reacting to the permeating vibrations of pleasure coming from the librarian's tongue. With a great moan, she released what small doubts she still had and abandoned herself entirely to the joy of the rising feelings back between her wide-spread asscheeks. Giles laved in further, and then began licking up the full crevice of her ass. He knew she was liking it, and she was going to like it even better before he was through. His face was glistening wet as he licked up and down in the nakedly split confines of her hotly squirming asscheeks.
Xander could hardly believe his eyes. His mouth hung slackly open as he watched the gyrations of the young redhead's sensuously moving ass.
"Eat that pussy! Yeah! Eat it!" he cried.
Giles lifted his head up and spit out a command to the young man. "Take that gag out of her mouth... go on... take it out!"
Xander did as he was told, removing the saliva-wet handkerchief from Willow's mouth and throwing it on the floor. Just as he was removing it, Giles fucked several fingers up into her cunt, twisting them around as he teased the tightly clasping walls inside Willow.
"Ooooooh oooooh!" Willow cried out, completely out of control now as her heated young cunt locked hungrily around the lewdly fucking fingers, opening and closing around them as they explored deeper up inside with bolder and bolder thrusts.
Jenny gasped and felt her own cunt throb momentarily at the sensuous sight. Jesus Christ, she thought, the girl's going to go out of her mind if he keeps this up.
Giles was working like a madman behind the young redhead’s upturned ass, fucking crazily in and out of her, listening with something near delirious delight to her muffled sounds of uncontrollable excitement. She was his woman, now... just for this moment, he owned her body and soul.
Willow bucked beneath the ramming hand, moaning with an ecstasy born from the complete oblivion in which she had placed her mind. She was nowhere... she was no one. What happened to her was pure feeling, pure sensation with no string of conscious thought attached. Her hotly quivering cuntlips opened still wider to admit his hand, the hot, slicky moistness inside increasing moment by moment.
Giles could tell she was just about to cum, and he didn't want it to be on his hand. He wanted to get his throbbing cock into that tight little pussy and feel it cumming all around it! It was time to fuck up into her with his rampant member, and he could almost taste the way it was going to feel inside there when he let loose all his pent-up jism and felt it pouring around his cock deep inside her cunt while she bucked and screamed from her own wild climax.
He feasted his eyes on the lovely girl kneeling on the bed, and he knew he would have to fuck her one way or another soon before he spilled his cum out all over her nakedly churning asscheeks. For a moment he considered fucking into the tight little asshole that pointed itself temptingly toward him, the little rosebud opening almost beckoning to him to fuck it. But he wanted the feel of her young, tight pussy wrapped around his cock, he decided... that would be the best.
He slowly slipped his fingers from her cunt and moved up toward her raised asscheeks, kneeling on the bed behind her, then he guided the smooth length of his cock into the opening between the wide-stretched thighs, his cum-filled balls aching painfully. He moved his fingers to the pink-tinged lips of the girl's wetly gushing pussy, parting them with his thumb and forefinger, then pressing his engorged cock forward into the warm softness of her sex.
He gave a loud groan. He had never felt anything like it. It was every bit as good as he had imagined. Willow's wetly clasping young cunt slipped smoothly over his straining cock like a warm, tight glove, and he gasped aloud as the soft fleshy walls gave way, making room for his advancing hardness. The sound of his cries mingled with the high-pitched wail that Willow emitted, resounding lewdly around the shabby room.
"Aaaaaah!" Willow cried out as she was pressed down by his weight upon her. She trembled with emotion as she felt the enormous length of his cock fuck further and further up into her helplessly squirming belly. Then suddenly the reality of what was taking place returned to her with startling clarity. The probing of Giles's cock on the inside of her lewdly upraised cunt, the touching of the delicate places where it seemed she was never meant to be touched, brought her abruptly back to the motel room.
Once more she could feel the imprisonment of the bindings on her hands and hear the whirring of the camera nearby.
Tears were flooding her eyes and streaming down her cheeks and into her mouth as she realized what a slut she was, not something she was playing at, not an act she was putting on, but really and truly a woman who could enjoy something good girls were never meant to enjoy. Giles would not, could not stop. He was just at the point of cumming as he had never cum before, deep into her tightly gripping cunt, intruding into the passageway that he sought to widen and lengthen with the force of his unbearable thrusts into her.
"Take it, Willow! I know you can take it!"
Giles's obscene cries echoed throughout the room and the young redhead groaned pitifully underneath him, knowing as an absolute truth that she loved the insanely invading prick that impaled her mercilessly. When she began fucking back, Giles only became more excited. He didn't even care about her screams now; he wanted to hear her cry out, he wanted to tame her, and his cock expanded inside her to even larger proportions as he rose and fell upon her defenselessly spread body again and again.
Willow felt as though her cunt would explode into a thousand pieces and she uttered a silent prayer that she would get to cum too. That was all that she could hope for now... every remnant of self-respect she had ever had was being fucked out of her now before the lewdly grinding lens of the all-seeing camera.
A guttural stream of lewd words spit out into the room behind her, and with another savage thrust, Giles's huge cock burst within her, spurting loose great jets of cum deep into her ravaged pussy as he twitched and moaned in the grasps of his overwhelming orgasm.
Then, just when she thought he had left her high and dry and it was all over, Willow looked up to see the sight of the other man's lust-hardened cock waving before her contorted face.
"Look what you’ve done," Angel said, and he fucked his huge erect hardness deep into the pliancy of her mouth. There was no use in her straining to keep her lips closed; he pushed and pushed until they gave way, admitting the heavily quivering rod far back into her defenseless throat. The full thickness of Angel's shaft crushed into the warm, wet cavern of Willow's mouth. He had been patient up to now, very patient, but he could wait no longer, the sight of Giles fucking into her cunt had been too much for anyone to take. He groaned as the hugeness of his prick filled the young helpless girl's throat completely with its need.
He rapidly fucked his cock in and out of her wide-stretched lips, pumping her mouth as if it were her cunt, and Willow could feel the wild sensation of Giles’s drained cock still firmly implanted in her pussy below, although not as hard now.
"Suck, suck, suck!" Angel demanded. "Suck!" And unable to contain himself any longer, he spewed out his cum deep down into her greedily sucking throat, sending his lewd cum roaring like an unleashed torrent of molten lava far back into the hidden recesses of her hungrily gulping throat.
"Ooooooh Lord," Jenny, still behind the camera, moaned softly to herself as she watched the man step back and pull his cum-slickened cock from between the girl's endlessly working lips. "The bastards didn't make her come. The movie's ruined if she doesn't come too!"
Her mind worked a mile a minute as she watched the unsatisfied redhead twisting tortuously about on the bed. "Ooooh God, somebody fuck my pussy and make it cum," she was pleading through her cum-slickened lips. "God, someone's got to fuck me!"
"Hang on, baby," Jenny suddenly crooned softly over to the young redhead. "Mama's going to come over and lick your little pussy for you."
The voluptuous older woman left the camera running, and licking her lips in anticipation, walked slowly over to the bed and crawled up between the young, desperately moaning girl's thighs.
"Oooooh, lick it, please lick it before I go out of my mind," Willow was pleading as Jenny reached down and spread her soft labia with her fingers and licked her tongue deep up inside the warm pink flesh before her eyes.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned to herself as she felt the girl's inner walls lock tightly around her slickly fucking tongue. Giles, you should come inside her more often…
"Jesus Christ," Xander suddenly intoned, his fly unzipping. "Would you look at that beautiful ass of hers! Just look at it…”
Jenny, her cunt throbbing at the lewd thought of being fucked in the ass while tongue-fucking another girl's cunt, could hardly believe her luck. This was going to be the hottest fuck film ever made!
The thoughts whirled their way through her passion-gripped mind, as she felt her skirt being pulled up from behind, her panties being pushed aside, and a long thick cock fucking deep up into her ready and waiting cunt.
Then the two women twisted, Willow being moved onto her side by Angel, Jenny moving with her to keep licking her pussy. Angel’s cock rested at the puckered entrance to Willow’s anus. She tensed and waited, her beaten ass split by the probing cock.
The cock rammed into Willow's ass. It only penetrated an inch or so, but it felt as if she was being ripped apart by the huge fucker. Willow gasped and felt her ass muscles clench round the tip of the cock and try to keep it out. It was futile. He gave another heave, and made it in another inch or so. He had put some kind of cream on his cock so it would go in more easily, and Willow realized she couldn't do a thing to stop him. And she didn’t want to.
The cock sank farther into Willow's ass. She struggled, but it went in deeper and then, with an enormous heave, Angel sank himself to the balls inside her and grunted with pleasure.
"Now that's a tight ass," he said. "You should all have a go before we run out of film."
Again, Willow felt a surge of terrible lust at the way they were treating her. To be a slave, a sex object, there only to satisfy their lusts, wasn’t something people were supposed to enjoy. She didn't want to believe in it herself. She still clung to the illusion that she was the well-brought-up women who would never do anything like this, but it was getting harder and harder to stick to.
The cock fucking Willow's ass went crazy. She heard Angel yell as he rammed harder into her and the first pulses of hot jizz shot out of his cock and high into her ass.
Willow's cunt exploded. At each shot of the cock in her ass, new ripples of orgasm beat through her body and made her gasp and scream helplessly. For a split-second, she was out of her own body. She saw Angel pull his spurting cock out of her own body and let his cum shoot over her ass and onto the panties Giles had ripped aside to invade her.
The screams and yells of orgasm rolled round the room. Then Willow moaned as she felt the sucking vacuum Angel had left in her hole. He walked around her. She stared at him, his large rippling muscles relaxing as he wiped his cock on her tongue.
Willow wondered if it would now be over, but she knew it wasn't. Giles and Xander had their cocks hard again, and she would have to get fucked until they shot their loads inside her.
She was taken off the bed and down to the floor. There she was made to suck all of the men, crawling from one to the other as Jenny adjusted the cameras to capture everything, all her humiliation, all her enjoyment. Every man came in her mouth and made her suck them hard again.
With the taste of cum in her mouth, Willow moaned and let them commit the most terrible acts on her. She was forced to fuck one of them while another one fucked her ass. Then she had to suck them and let them shoot their cum over her tits.
The recording went on, and so did their lusts. One of them put his cock between her lovely tits and fucked them, making her take all his jizz over her face when he came. She lost count of how many times she was fucked. There was cum all over her body. It had splattered on her tits, was matted into her pubic hair, and streaked down her stomach and thighs. She was utterly exhausted. She could hardly hear their commands as she opened her legs and lay back to allow the last one of them to get an erection, to fuck her pussy.
Xander came, and all of them looked blearily at her. Then he took her and carried her to the bed. Willow fell across it with a groan of relief. Everyone left but Xander, holding her gingerly as his cum ran out of all her holes. Willow was asleep immediately.
Asleep and satisfied.
