Buffy Beaten update

A closed file folder tucked under his arm, Giles walked the width and breadth of the library, making one last unhurried examination of the books in his care. While he didn’t fanatically examine the call numbers, the years had brought him an unerring sense of when a book was out of place and where it belonged. The task paled in comparison to his duty as Watcher, of course, but he still nursed a deep affection for reading in all its forms, considering it a personal prerogative to see that each book was in its proper place, resting comfortably. 

Satisfied—and for a moment luxuriating in the thought of a world where he had no greater cares than seeing to it that texts weren’t dog-eared—Giles dropped the sealed folder with the day’s completed paperwork into the proper receptacle, knowing it would soon be picked up and ferried off through the proper channels.

He turned and was startled by the nearness of Ampata, the shock of her appearance translating quickly into an appreciation of how nice she looked with the lights dimmed, the hustle and bustle of the school similarly snuffed out. She was a woman made for romantic evenings.

“Oh, Ampata, you startled me.”

Ampata smiled bashfully, as if amused by the thought that anyone could be frightened of her. “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize. It’s on me. I’m used to being alone when this place closes up.”

Ampata giggled. “That’s a shame. You’re very good company.”

Giles felt his cheeks heat up. He’d worried some about Ampata being a detriment, both to his official job of librarian and to his secret work as Watcher, but Ampata had been refreshingly obedient and eager to please. She’d asked no questions about this California high school’s extensive collection of texts on demonology and witchcraft, and the only thing she’d said when Giles disappeared into his office to pore through those diabolical texts was to ask whether she could bring him any coffee. All in all, an inessential but hardly unbecoming addition to the workplace. Giles had lived with far worse.

“If I can… there’s an English word… to, ah, to burden someone with helping you?”

“To impose?” Giles asked. “Would I believe be the polite term…”

“Yes, impose, yes. If I can impose on you some more… I didn’t come here quite knowing how to find the school, I just had to search for it, and now I don’t know my way back really, and I need to set up transportation regularly, but for now, do you think that I could ride you back to my apartment?”

“Ride… ride me?” Giles repeated.

“Yes—is that not right?”

“It’s… it’s phrased slightly awkwardly. I think the preferred term would be to give you a ride.”

“Ah. Yes.” Ampata beamed at him. “Can you give me a ride?”

Giles offered his arm. “Why not?”

***

Ampata had been blessed with more than just looks. Her motel was only ten minutes away. Giles advised her that she could easily buy a bicycle and manage the necessities that way until she could find a better way. Ampata nodded along, seeming to put great stock into what he was saying, though Giles had a sneaking suspicion she just liked the sound of his accent. That was alright. Giles quite liked the sound of hers as well.

Night fell quickly in Sunnydale. At least it seemed so to Giles. Even rainy old England didn’t seem as utterly dark as this place. He drove his car from streetlight to streetlight, quite perturbed by the shift in how it felt to have Ampata in the passenger seat instead of a pile of papers or his leather satchel.

“Where do you live, anyway?” Ampata asked out of the blue, the light of a streetlamp roving over her to show her facing Giles. 

“Not far,” Giles said, assuring her he wasn’t going too far out of his way to help her.

“That’s good. I’d like living close to you. Maybe we could… what’s the word… commute?”

Giles felt flustered all of a sudden. Ampata’s gaze seemed awfully intense on him. “That’s one possibility. I don’t know if our schedules would mesh, though.”

“We could make them mesh. I wouldn’t mind getting up early. I could walk to your place, fix you breakfast to thank you for your riding… it could almost be like living together.”

“Yes,” Giles said, not quite how else to respond but with British reserve. “Quite.”

“You know when I was sleeping earlier? I dreamt about you.”

“Don’t be silly, Ampata. Come off it.”

Ampata leaned against him, pressing her full breasts against his arm, her breath warm and wet in his ear. “You were very big in my dream.”

She put her hand on his cock, squeezing him through his pants. Giles nearly ran his car off the road.

“Mmmm… dreams do come true,” Ampata continued.

Giles tried to keep his wits. It couldn’t be too much longer until reaching Ampata’s motel and then he could disgorge her without remorse. His erection was rapidly rising, wanting to fuck her while she seemed all too willing, but he couldn’t jump into bed with this young woman. He wouldn’t allow it. It wasn’t… proper.

“It’s almost a shame,” Ampata whispered, still breathing down his neck. “My pussy is small. Tiny. Tight. I don’t know if a big one like yours will fit. But what a feeling for both of us if you do.”

She unzipped his fly, her long cool fingers delving into the crotch of his pants until they were on his hotly throbbing prick. Giles’s grip tightened on the steering wheel until it nearly broke.

“And if it won’t fit, I can always suck you. It will take an awful long time to suck you when you’re so big. Why don’t you pull over into that parking lot… somewhere the lights aren’t shining?”

She bent her head down to his groin and licked him from his bloated balls to the tip of his trembling cockhead.

Listening for her to call out when they arrived at her destination and torn in his desperation for this incident to be over (or for it to go on and on), Giles obeyed unthinkingly… turning into the parking lot of a big-box store where, as per tradition for Sunnydale, only half of the stadium lights were working. He pulled the car behind the store, where the deserted loading dock was shrouded in darkness, and shut off the motor. Ampata was now just a sheen of dark hair illuminated by the moon.

“We can’t do this,” Giles muttered, though his cock seemed to grow and twitch with every moment that Ampata’s warm lips spent against his skin. It felt almost perilously taut, engorged, erect, ready to explode at any moment.

“Why not?” Ampata asked. “Do you think I’m not big enough? You can make me big enough, Mr. Giles…”

“You’re… you’re half my age…”

“That’s still old enough to fuck,” Ampata said before speech became impossible. She gagged herself with this thick, purple knob, nesting her mouth around it and swirling her tongue all over him.

“Oh Lord,” Giles moaned, his head drifting back until his glasses glowed with the moonlight. 

His hands hovered over Ampata’s bobbing head, contemplating the softness of her hair, almost able to feel the scorching heat of her sucking mouth all the way above her skull. Instead, Giles reached out and grasped the steering wheel again, holding onto it for dear life as Ampata kept sucking him. The pressure was almost too much when she finally pulled herself off his cockhead, and Giles was still overwhelmed by the feeling of her taut mouth, the pleasure of the blowjob not dying away but staying on Giles’s tingling erection like warm honey.

“Push me down on your cock. Make me suck it,” Ampata purred. “What’s the matter? Don’t you want me?”

Boldness seized Giles—not that he could distinguish it from desperation. He put his hands on Ampata’s head and eased her downward until her mouth engulfed him once more, bringing back the sweet torture he needed. It was worth it, with all the frustration and anxiety that came with it—knowing they would be swept away with the intoxicating release Ampata promised with every suckling trip she took down his length.

“Of course I want you,” Giles breathed, his voice choked with lust, soon giving over to gasps of pleasure from Ampata’s sucking. His hands were clammy, weak, numb on Ampata’s head and when she pulled up off of his manhood, he had the will but not the strength to push her back down.

“Then I must be doing something right,” Ampata said, dropping back into the passenger seat as she shucked off her panties. 

“Ampata,” Giles said quaveringly, his hands hovering without energy where her head had slipped away, too anxious to settle. Ampata took one and pulled it between her legs, running it up her thigh and against her core. 

“I’m wet,” Ampata said with soft joy.

His hand rubbed at her pussy. “You’re beautiful.”

“Not too young?” Ampata teased, squeezing her warm thighs together on his hand. He was fingering her quickly, with a veteran knowledge of how much she could take, experience with how wet he was making her.

“Much too young,” Giles chided, his voice serious, but his hand fucking her. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“You shouldn’t be sucking my tits either,” Ampata breathed. “Do you want to?”

Giles nodded.

She straddled his lap, slipping effortlessly into the space between his body and the steering wheel, and her hands traveled over her body, pulling up her sweater, pulling down her bra, leaving her naked breasts jutting into his face. Giles seized them in his hands, squeezing them, rubbing his face against their young contours, his lips along the large, soft areolas, and his tongue over the pink nipples until they were hot and stiff. Ampata panted, squeezing her legs on Giles’s trim midsection, feeling his erection throbbing with promise under her buttocks.

“Dios, yes, suck me! I love it!”

Giles drove himself into her cleavage, stuffing a firm breast into his mouth as much as he could, sucking sharply on the engorged nipple. Ampata moaned: “Ohhhh!”

She reached down to finish rearranging them, straightening up with an inadvertent honk of the car horn, then coming back down with her hand holding his cock in place, guiding it into her sex. She writhed involuntarily with trembling pleasure as she descended, his erection riding up into her. It got worse the more she took, until Ampata was spasming with shocks of almost orgasmic bliss, gurgling with pleasure as she fucked herself on Giles’s stiff cock. 

When she could take no more, Giles held to her shoulders and finished the job, sinking her down to sate his lust inside the deepest of her depths. Ampata threw her head back as he bottomed out in her, gasping with hot delight, bracing herself against the steering wheel as his ravenous mouth devoured her breasts with snapping teeth and warm saliva.

“Shit, shit, I’ve wanted this from the first time I saw you--!” Ampata groaned in apoplectic pleasure. “Not a little boy… a real man… someone who knows me… knows how to fuck me!”

“I know exactly how to fuck you,” Giles said between her breasts, his voice sounding very far away. “Like a good little girl—who desperately needs cock.”

His growing confidence was justified. His hands gripped Ampata, tightening brutally on just the right places, lighting small fires where they forced her to bore down on his manhood. Ampata reeled as she was impaled by him—no longer simply taking him inside her cunt, but being filled with him, stuffed full. He fondled the round cheeks of her ass as he brought her tingling sex down on his phallus.

“Hnnnnn!” Ampata gasped, her pleasure sharp and intense as she ground her cunt down on him with what little control she had over her own body. Ecstasy pierced her quivering flesh like arrows, hurting her, energizing her, making her exactly the toy Giles wanted to play with. “Yes! Puta madre, fuck me hard, YES! OHH! Hijo de puta!”

“Ampata!” Giles grunted, naming his pleasure as he took more and more of it. “AMPATA!”

He covered her breasts with his hands, once more using them to squeeze fire out of her tits, to force her aching nipples up to his roughly mauling lips. As he brutalized her nipples, Ampata felt uncontrollable spasms deep in her womanhood. She wished this could go on forever, but she could feel the violent orgasm already on its way.

“UNH! UNH! UHHH!” she groaned as he brought her down remorselessly onto his driving cock, filling her to capacity, leaving not one inch of his prick uncovered. Dangling on the precipice of an explosive climax, Ampata cupped his handsome face in her hands and kissed him deliriously, her tongue lolling out of her mouth more than returning his French kiss.

“Madre de Dios—fuck me—shit—I’m gonna come, Mr. Giles! I’m gonna be yours! Gonna be full of you!”

“Ampata!” Giles howled.

“UNH! OH! JESUS, HOLY JESUS, I’M COMING!” Ampata cried, climax shaking her body like a seizure. Giles’s thrusting cock seemed to send its heat pouring all through her veins. It filled her, burned her, made her his as she so desperately wanted to be. “OHHH!”

Giles’s strong body clenched. His fingers clawed deep into the flesh of her ass. His cock was suddenly larger, impossibly big, double, triple the initial size, stretching her tight young pussy as it had never done before—then his cockhead blazed with hot jets of cum. Ampata swooned as she felt his seed deep inside, like a reward for the furthest reaches of her body after how much she had taken.

“Dios… Dios…” she sighed, slumping back with her weight driving an uncaring drone from the car horn.

His prick still seemed to pump inside of her, though she didn’t feel the liquid warmth of his semen anymore than already inundated her. Empty, drained, he still wanted to fuck her and she wanted to let him. Ampata didn’t ever want him to take his cock away. She wanted only to be his woman, real man’s woman, woman’s woman for a man’s man… she kissed him, her English failing her.

“Jesucristo, nunca supe que follar podría ser así…”

Giles smiled with real fondness—a calm affection whose warmth was devoid of lust now that he’d fucked it all out. He simply enjoyed her spirit now. “It can be even better.”

“Noooo!” Ampata protested jokingly, wiggling her ass, feeling his manhood still stiff inside the pussy it had laid claim to. “I don’t believe you. How can it be better?” She smiled, giving up the game. “Is it anyone to do with how you are still hard?”

“No,” Giles demurred, running his soft hands over her naked back in a caress that relaxed Ampata until she could’ve died in his arms. “I’m hard because you’re such a stunning young woman and my… appendage wants more of you, even when I’ve had all I can take.”

“That is all you can take?” Ampata pouted. “You are out of practice. We must train you to be as better as you can be.”

“That’s a… frightfully appealing thought…” Giles adjusted his crooked glasses. “If I had known I was to meet you, I would certainly have been more prepared.”

“How much more prepared can you be before I’ve had all I can take?” Reaching up to grasp the car’s oh-shit handle, Ampata levered herself off the car horn. Giles abruptly realized how long it had been sounding, but still couldn’t bring himself to care. She smiled down at him. “Are you really so out of practice?”

Giles demurred once more, actually taking off his glasses and cleaning them on Ampata’s sweater. “I’m afraid so. The good news is I feel we can chalk that up to natural talent, on both our parts.”

Ampata beamed. “What about your last lover? Am I tighter than her?”

“Your cunt is the tightest I’ve ever felt,” Giles said, enunciating each word in his precise accent, and Ampata simpered until she felt she might melt.

“You can feel it some more,” she said. “Why don’t you show me your house? We can get your bed back in practice too.”

Giles shook his head. “I can’t. I have… matters to attend to.”

“Matters?” Ampata repeated. “What matters more than what your cock can do inside me? You don’t regret it, do you?”

“No.” Giles smiled almost despite himself. “How could I?”

Ampata snuggled against him, kissing his neck and strong jaw, feeling an answering throb in his stiff cock as it strove to keep going. “We’ll do this again then?”

Giles said nothing.

Ampata came off of him, but didn’t get back into her seat. Instead, she knelt on the passenger seat and bent once more over his wonderful cock, kissing the cockhead with its wetness of her own juices and his dripping seed. “You have the best cock I’ve ever known in my life. I don’t think I could take never having your cock inside me ever again.”

Giles exhaled. “I don’t know if I could either… Ampata…”

She squeezed his hard length in her hand, running her tongue along the head with their mingled taste exploding in her mouth with every swipe. “Please, let me keep playing with it. Just until we get there. I want to remember every little thing I can until the next time.”

Giles turned the key in the ignition. Then he rested his off-hand on her head, holding her resolutely in place as he continued the drive.

When they reached her motel, Ampata was reluctant to pull her mouth off of his cock. “God, I want this inside me so bad—fucking me over and over again,” she sighed into his flagging erection like she was speaking into a microphone. “When’s the next time, please? Tomorrow? The day after that?”

“I don’t know,” Giles breathed. “We should… we should be cautious about this.”

“I know,” Ampata sighed. “But I’d give anything to live next door to you… have you over and fucking me all the time… the luckiest little puta in this town.”

“I’ll come up with something,” Giles promised. “Right now you’d better go and get some sleep. And I should do the same.”

“How can I sleep when I know how my pussy is supposed to feel… what a man’s cock can really do inside me?” Ampata kissed him—not his mouth, but his cockhead—with searching passion, rubbing her voluptuous chest against his lap until her breasts were stained with the musk of their lovemaking. 

Giles groaned as he felt his erection painfully reawaken and he forced himself to push her away, then straighten her clothes back over herself. Ampata still forced herself against him, licking his cheek this time. 

“Think of me?” she begged him.

“How could I not?” Giles whispered back. “Ampata, please…”

Without looking away from him, Ampata opened her car door and shoved it open, signaling her acquiescence. “I know you still have to get rid of this hardness,” she said with a devilish glint in her eyes. “Think of me while you’re jerking it off.”

Then she hopped out of the car, popping her head back in only to blow him a kiss before she slammed the door and walked with hips exaggeratedly swinging into the motel’s courtyard. His eyes were on her body for every step it took her to come to her room. She hoped the burning desire she felt for him was as sharp and demanding in Giles too.