Bewitched, Bothered, and Bred update

Cordelia grabbed onto the steering wheel for dear life and pressed her feet to the floor, lifting her hips up. She felt Xander’s big hands undoing her pants, then he gripped her waistband and pulled it away from her belly.

“What are you doing?” Cordelia asked, feeling hornier than she’d ever been in her life.

“What do you think? I’m giving you what you want, Cordy. And getting what I want,” Xander told her with a low, husky laugh.

“Oh yes, Xander, yes, I want your prick!” Cordelia moaned.

He slid her leather pants down to the floor of the car, then reached inside her top. Cordelia sighed, knowing there was no stopping him from taking what he wanted—or giving her everything she needed.

His hands squeezed at her luscious breasts, and the smaller they shrunk under the pressure, the more delicious sensation they seemed to be filled with.

“OHHH!” Cordelia cried, feeling his fingers savagely pinch her engorged nipples.

Xander grinned and rolled his hips a little, letting Cordelia feel his big cock against her skin, thrusting a little closer to her virgin cunt.

Cordelia still had her hand on her boyfriend’s cock. She didn’t want to let go of it, and inched her way down his length, feeling how big the throbbing veins on his shaft were. She squeezed experimentally, but it was no use. He was so stiff that the flesh of his cock wouldn’t give even a little, no matter how hard she squeezed.

She got the best grip on his manhood that she could when it was throbbing like a mechanical bull, trying to throw her hand off. She slid her hand around on it. It was getting slippery, musky sweat and precum coating his girth, and Cordelia’s hand tripped down to the base of his erection. It was a long way down. She squeezed and jerked, feeling like she was polished some warm metal cylinder, there was so little give in his stiff cock.

“Good girl, Cordy, keep on playing with my cock,” Xander cooed to her, still stroking and squeezing her full breasts, paying special attention to her fat nipples.

He was only using one hand on her chest, tantalizing its juicy contours more than anything, while his other hand went to the gearshift. He levered them into Drive, then put his foot on the gas, using his free hand to steer. Cordelia let out an involuntary whoop when the car jerked into motion.

“What are you doing, Xander!?”

It was a question she’d asked a lot of him since they’d started dating, but now there was less outrage, just a mewling little protest that barely mattered. He knew she didn’t care so long as he kept touching her.

He kissed the side of her neck and smelled her hair, both sweet as honey, knowing that normally, Cordelia would at least tease him over being so affectionate. Now, she swooned a little. Xander wondered if she’d always felt that way and just used all the cutting remarks as a way to hide it or if it was all the spell. He decided he didn’t really care. If Cordelia was happy—as the saying went—he was happy.

“I’m going for a nice drive with my pet. You don’t mind being my pet, Cordelia, do you? I know you were always a little… uncomfortable being my girlfriend. Maybe you’d rather be my pet. And we can drive through your rich-ass neighborhood in the nice part of town—see which house we wanna buy when we move in together. With the rate people get murder-death-killed in this burb, there’ll probably be a vacancy before too long. And it’s gotta be a buyer’s market.”

Cordelia gasped and mewled. Xander had one hand on the wheel and the other up her top, playing with her excited breasts, but he knew her so well that it seemed like a dozen skilled hands were moving over her chest—one advantage of how long they’d waited to let him penetrate her, sticking to her breasts and butt being fondled as much as humanly possible. “But… someone might see!”

“What do you care? Aren’t you proud to be my pet, Cordy? My luscious little bitch?”

Cordelia shuddered at the name he’d put on her. It seemed to go right to the core of her—rock her entire being with how apt it was. Yes, she was his bitch. She loved it. They could call it being his pet… that was even an almost-normal term of endearment, for Xander and for Sunnydale… but like some kinky secret, the two of them would know what it really meant.

“Ass in the air again,” Xander ordered her. “And this time spread your cunt for me.”

“I suppose this is one pet that’s well-trained,” Cordelia quipped, reaching around and feeling at her swollen labia lips, already wet with aroused juices. She spread them apart, holding them that way in an agony of waiting.

“I’m training you right now,” Xander told her, and she felt the piercing stiffness of his manhood edging its way into her slot.

“Ohhhh, Gawd, that feels perfect!” she moaned, suspended in the air, holding the girthy knob of his massive erection to her virginal pussy. She could hardly wait for the act to be complete, even if she wanted it to go on forever—she needed him to take her virginity.

As if reading her mind… as if he could have any idea how much she needed to be fucked, fucked hard, fucked by him… Xander rammed his fat cock up between her folds. All of his girth, his length, his throbbing hardness was slowly forced into her small, untested pussy.

If it weren’t for his experience with Buffy, whose Slayer muscles had been even tighter, even more reluctant to spread for him, Xander would have thought it was impossible to fit his massive erection into such a small space. But he knew Cordelia would take him. She had to. She wanted to. No matter how much it hurt to spread for him, she’d be pleasured by it even more.

Cordelia felt his huge member sliding along her juices—God, she’d once been so embarrassed at how wet he made her, now she was grateful as hell for it—pushing through her arousal into her cunt. He seemed to fill her utterly, taking up all the space she had inside her and then some, his girth rubbing and chafing against every nerve she had in her pussy, some pleasure, but also so much pain…!

“Aieeee!” Cordelia cried, feeling what had to be her virginity going, a thick and viscous wet heat that must be blood, but she didn’t mind. Her juices were flowing almost orgasmically, making the passage easier, letting him ease his way in until the pain vanished, crushed under a hot, pounding pleasure that filled Cordelia’s body too full for there to be anything else.

She sat in his lap, bobbing up and down, shocked by how she slid back and forth on his big cock so easily. She felt like she couldn’t get enough of it, spreading her legs wide to take him down to the hilt.

“That’s it, pet, get my cock!” Xander demanded of her, steering the car down the empty early morning road. He thrust his hips as hard as he could while sitting down in the driver’s seat, battering Cordelia against the steering wheel. “Fuck that prick!”

Cordelia kept moving up and down on his manhood, faster and faster with every satisfying stroke. She clenched her teeth tightly together, doing anything to keep the sensation going. Riding up and down, then turning from side to side, thrusting herself down into Xander’s lap like she was trying to hammer him through the driver’s seat. She gripped the steering wheel with both hands to have something to hang onto as she helped Xander slam their bodies together.

The car still rolled down the street, though Xander’s attention was just on holding it steady. The acceleration came only from him having his foot off the brakes. Anyone could’ve walked right up to the Chyrsler Cirrus and kept up with it, looking in at the action to see how Cordelia enjoyed being introduced to sex.

Cordelia didn’t care about that at all, though. She grabbed hold of Xander’s thighs for leverage, pushed herself up off him, then spun around so that she could kneel in the driver’s seat with Xander, facing him as she straddled his groin. But as much as she loved looking him in the eye while she sank down on his prick, seeing on his face how he enjoyed her virginal tightness as it rapidly diminished, her gaze was soon drawn downward.

Looking at his savagely thick prick as it tore into her wet little pussy. Her sex gripping, kneading, and massaging his cock like it was trying to pretend it was still virgin, trying to reassert its tightness but his fat prick soundly refused to let her spread cunt close up again. She felt her inner walls expand more and more as he thrust his hips up between her widespread thighs, slotting all of his massive cock into her slender tunnel…

“Ghhhaaaa!”Cordelia cried, a powerful orgasm racing through her, making her throw her entire body against Xander’s.

“Whoa! Coming hard, aren’t you? You horny little bitch!” Xander realized he was ready to come himself—the feel of Cordelia’s sex roiling in climax was just about too much for him. He thrust himself forward, pinning Cordelia against the steering wheel with a protracted honk and ramming himself into her tightening pussy until his endurance was at an end.

“COOMMMMIINNNGGGG!” he groaned, a hot, heavy load of cum pouring out of his stiff prick and into Cordelia’s tortured sex.

“Fuck, Xander, yessss! I feel your cum inside me—I love it—keep giving it to me, Harris! Don’t stop! Please don’t ever stop! I want all your cum!” Cordelia cried, excited beyond belief, her eyes rolling back in her head as her skyrocketing lust was finally satiated.

“Yeah, you’re getting it all! Getting all of it in your sexy little cunt!” Xander growled between clenched teeth, his load still draining out of him, shocks of pleasure going through his body as his cock pitched and jumped, feeding his cum into his pet’s ravaged cunt. “You’ve been driving me crazy—for years—been wanting your cunt—wanting to make you scream—so take it, you little slut—get all of it!”

“Ohhh, Xand!” Cordelia moaned, feeling her boyfriend’s cum stuff her full. She felt its heat and thickness sear into her memory; his seed overflowed her pussy and oozed slowly down her trembling thighs. She looked down to where she was impaled on his member and mewled with gratification, seeing his thick, steaming cum spilling from her well-used pussy.

Finally, Xander stopped coming—Cordelia pitied him, as her own body kept trembling in orgasm, and she thought Xander deserved for his climax to keep going after he’d given her so much pleasure. But he was finished ejaculating and Cordelia slowly, reluctantly climbed off his erection, slumping into the passenger seat like a garment he’d taken off.

Xander pulled the car over, a hubcap scraping the curb before he managed to apply the brakes and shift it into park. Cordelia didn’t mind. All she cared about was that Xander had fucked her. And she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she had given him better cunt than Buffy or Willow or any of those other bitches, Jenny Calendar included. She’d be getting cock from him for years to come—get to feel this way for the rest of her life!

“Well, how do you like getting your cherry popped?” Xander asked with a grin, knowing full well what the answer would be.

“I think you’re amazing, Xander Harris. I’ll never get enough of you!” Cordelia answered, feeling her cunt already stirring with renewed desire.