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“So you see,” Giles concluded, “we’re really going to need to fuck Buffy. Rather a lot.”

Buffy walked by them then. Wesley caught a fleeting glimpse of her before he tore his eyes away. She was built incredibly—petite and curved all the more for it. Feeling ashamed for even seeing that much, Wesley cast his eyes downward, and saw her fiery spread of red-gold pubic hair. She had washed up and it gleamed darkly, cleanly. She acted as though he wasn’t even there, lying down on the bed without a word, and that made his arousal pulse all the harder inside him.

“Yes, well…” Wesley stammered, pushing up his glasses. “Of course, anything I can do to assist in Buffy’s training, her… preparation…”

“Then I’ll leave you to it,” Giles said.

“But are you sure the Council would approve of—“

He shut the door behind him, and all Wesley was left with was just how naked Buffy was. She even spread her thighs, showing she truly had cleaned herself everywhere. Between her spread pussy lips, her sex was starkly pink. Like it was waiting only for him.

Wesley still couldn’t believe he was going to have sex with this pert young Slayer, though his cock, fully erect, seemed several leagues ahead of him on that score.

***

Buffy stared up at Wesley as he covered her naked body with his own. Even though he had turned off the lights, she could picture his handsome face, his nice thick cock poising itself to delve into her. She wanted to shout at him, Fuck me, Wesley, fuck my cunt!

But she kept her silence. He didn’t seem like the type who would take that kind of enthusiasm well. It might scare him off.

She felt his cock, ramrod stiff, as it pressed to her, the head pushing aside her labia and dipping into her ovalled slit. It found her inner flesh wet with desire. Buffy heaved a relieved sigh as he entered into her pussy, snaking into her. She tried to hold him there, clenching her inner muscles on his knob, working her sex against his cockhead in caressing spasms until he was screaming for more…

But Wesley was too nervous for those subtle pleasures. Instead, he was barreling single-mindedly inside of her, driving himself into her pussy with neither teasing slowness nor exciting speed. He just kept feeding himself into her until he was buried to the hilt, his balls drumming against her ass, his stomach flush with hers. Just when she’d started to enjoy having him penetrate her, he’d stopped moving, having given her all of his cock.

Buffy felt like crying at the boredom of his so-called thrust. She could already imagine every movement he would make from here on out…

Wesley held himself inside Buffy, her warm juices swirling around the intrusion. He pulled back, actually slipping out of her, and then had to resettle himself in her pussy before thrusting back in. He made this mistake three or four times. His prick would dive into her sex until he could go no further, then he would pull it back out, repeating the process until he was done.

Buffy closed her eyes; it was too painful to watch. How could Giles be so good at this and Wesley so mediocre? Especially when Wesley was younger, handsomer, more muscular? But he just stroked in and out of her, the neat tempo of his thrusts never varying. Buffy rocked her hips upward, forcing herself against his body, trying to find what little pleasure could be had in Wesley’s robotic fucking. She could feel her clitoris throbbing with desire, begging to be touched, kissed, sucked, tongued, anything but ignored the way Wesley was doing.

His speed never changed, he just kept giving her one even stroke after another. She kept pace with his fucking, clashing against his body with expert precision. Maybe if she could just find the right rhythm… she flexed her inner muscles, tightening herself around the thickness of his manhood, massaging it with every inch of her wet, juicy cunt. She milked him with her clenching pussy, masturbating him with her very sex, but it didn’t increase her satisfaction one bit. All she could hope to do was finish him off quickly and beg Giles to fuck her again.

Her pussy sizzled at the thought and her own denied lusts, the sexual tension so overbearing inside her that her body ached from her knotting muscles. Buffy could tell Wesley was fast approaching his orgasm. His prick was swelling inside her, ready to explode. Buffy rocked against him harder, trying to force him to become more enthusiastic as well, racing his impending climax to give herself some dismal pleasure from this coupling. Her pussy clung to his member, fires consuming her, but nowhere near enough to explode into the exquisite release she needed.

Wesley’s body stiffened and he let out a long, low moan. His hot jism shot inside her, adding a little heat to her tender sex, but not nearly enough. His hips broke against her and he fired off the last of his load. Finished, Wesley pulled out. Buffy barely moved as his cum drained from her slot; she was motionless with the frustration that had built up inside her, the tight-fisted buildup that seemed like it would never be released.

She was determined not to leave it at that.

She reached for his cock, but Wesley turned his body away from hers. “What are you doing, Ms. Summers?”

Buffy’s sultry smile went unseen in the darkness. “I thought you might have gotten a little messy, so I’m going to clean you up. I’ve got a deep throat and a long tongue that are real good at cleaning men up.”

“Ms. Summers!” She could hear his shock. “Your language!”

“What? It’s not like I said I wanted to fuck again. Though I do.”

“That kind of talk is hardly called for. Not at all!”

“Come on, Wesley. Let’s get you hard again. Let’s fuck some more. This time I’ll be on top.” And I won’t be getting off until you get me off.

Now she really had stunned him, so she hunched over his lap, wrapping her lips just under his cockhead. She pushed her head down slowly on his shaft, teasing his knob with her tongue. His member had softened, but was still largely stiff. She smacked her lips on its length as she moved up and down it.

Then, abruptly, Wesley grabbed hold of her hips. Buffy gasped as he pulled her around. With his cock still in her mouth, he brought her pussy to his face. Buffy frantically shifted her weight to keep her balance. She wound up sixty-nining with him, her breasts pleasantly resting on his belly as it clutched with his pleasure. 

Well, she’d heard something had been going on with Wesley and Cordelia. If nothing else, she wouldn’t let him go long without going down on her.

Wesley spread her cunt wide with his fingers, kissing the opening, the distended clit, then sending his hot tongue deep inside. “IIIIII!” Buffy squealed, jerking off of his cock. 

Wesley rolled his tongue inside her, licking at her, lapping at her, seeming to relish the taste of her in a way Buffy found sexier than the actual pleasure he was giving her. Wanting to match his newfound enthusiasm, her mouth plummeted back to his cock and she took all of it inside. She sucked it, she tickled it with her tongue, and she felt it stretch her throat as it swelled to its full hardness.

“Awwhhh!” Wesley breathed into her sex, still fucking it with his agile tongue. He kissed her there some more, slurping his lips over her clit and cunt, ecstasy shooting through Buffy’s nubile body.

Buffy drew her cheeks in as she sucked lustfully at him, swiping his shaft with her tongue when she had to breathe. When that wasn’t enough for her, she pumped her head up and down on his prick, twisting her lips around its length as she went.

Wesley slashed his tongue from one side of her wet cunt to the other, then brought it all the way out to attack her taut clit. Buffy found herself shuddering; the tremor became a violent convulsion in her sex.

“Harrber, ha’ber, hrrrbrrr!” she grunted around his cock. While her pussy was still contracting in orgasm, he suddenly wedged his thumb into her anus, shocking her—mostly with how much pleasure it caused. He wiggled his thumb inside her ass, his tongue still dwelling on her clit. He shoved two fingers of his other hand into her sex, working them in and out of her the same way his thumb was fucking her humid asshole.

Another orgasm surged through Buffy. Her pussy and her asshole were both contracting at once, their bliss radiating through her whole body. She pumped Wesley’s cock faster, keeping her moist lips almost airtight around his shaft. Her tongue slapped desperately at his tip.

“Aaggh!” Wesley cried. His tongue raced over her labia a few more times before he thrust it into her clit again. More spasms assaulted her scorching womanhood. Buffy knew she needed more. She needed harder.

In a flash she came up off him, spinning around and settling on his thighs. She stared down at him, her eyes glassy now, her mouth open lustfully. She reached down for his prick and her fingers closed around it, her hands as warm on his manhood as her buttocks were on his thighs. She lifted herself up from his body and straddled his cock, the tip nestling inside. Wesley was gasping and groaning as he took hold of her waist and pulled her down needfully to his groin. His fat cock once more probed into her, not stopping until her blonde bush was interspersed with his. She sat on top of him, fully impaled, her tongued pussy now far more receptive to his cock.

She had no idea what she was in for now that Wesley had finally realized he could fuck her with impunity.

***

For long moments, Wesley could only savor the snugness of her sex, feel it gripping all of his manhood, her wetness soothing and her warmth flowing through it. “You’re so tight!” he blurted out. “And wet!”

Buffy only grinned at him smugly as she slowly lifted herself, easing her pussy off of his member until only the crown was left in her sex. Then she dropped down, forcing his cock deeply into her cunt until her ass crashed down on his thighs. Her head shook back and forth as she absorbed the sudden pleasure of impaling herself on him.

Wesley tightly grasped her waist and bounced her on top of him, rocking his hips upward to fill her pussy as it came down on him. Soon Buffy was gasping, her breasts bounding from the force of their meetings. Wesley watched them jiggle, watched Buffy’s face contort lovingly, her lips gasping for breath, her eyes drifting open and shut as Buffy and Wesley thrust against each other furiously, erratically, but working toward a mutually satisfying rhythm.

Wesley let go of her waist with one hand and grabbed a heaving breast, grinding it in his tightening hand. Her nipple throbbed against his palm as he fondled her; he looked down to see his prick emerging from her body with each pistoning movement she made. It glistened with her wetness, as her cunt lips gleamed, being stretched wide by his thick cock. Then he watched her svelte hips descend to him again, watched his member disappear into her pinkness until her tan thighs slapped crisply together with his.

It was that spanking crash that reminded Wesley of how her pert buttocks had drawn his eye so much when he’d first seen her naked. He let her pump herself a few more times on his prick, then, his balls roiling with his seed, he lifted her off himself and tossed her onto her belly.

Buffy groaned when his cock left her, but before she could demand more, he was already kneeling behind her ass, member in hand.

“Hurry!” she yelled. “Hurry!”

Wesley gazed in wonder once more at her firm, golden buttocks, then pressed his open palms to them and opened the way to her pussy. He brought his cock between her cheeks and rubbed the head against the sensitive skin, down to her sex.

Buffy reached under her body to guide him in. He felt her tingling, wet warmth on his tip and rocked his hips, driving himself into her. All the way to the root. Buffy grunted as if wounded, all the air expelled from her lungs.

For a moment, they were locked together, Buffy lying motionless underneath him and Wesley resting his weight on the warm cushion of her ass. Then he pulled back and rammed into her pussy again, his manhood sliding easily into her tight passage, his balls knocking against her upturned buttocks.

The room was filled with Buffy’s enjoyment now, as she grunted and groaned with each steady slap of his pelvis against her ass. She shook her head back and forth, then buried her cries in a pillow. The clap of bare flesh on bare flesh continued unabated.

Wesley reached under her body and grabbed one of her breasts, massaging it softly. Her sex was clasping wildly at his pistoning cock, gripping it when he was entering her, then flexing impotently as he slid back out. He grinded her breast harder in his hand, as if trying to rip it from her body, and twisted his hips to rub his shaft along her clit. He could feel it throbbing against his length as he lunged hard and filled Buffy all the way up. 

His cum was soaring inside his balls, ready to travel his shaft once more. But Wesley wanted to feel her breasts quivering against his chest as he came inside Buffy, wanted to look into her eyes as she felt him juicily pump into her. He rocked a few more times into her pussy, then he pulled himself out of her for good.

“Wesley!” Buffy said needfully, almost begging now.

Before she knew it, he had flipped her over, spread her thighs, and dropped between them. His cock fell against her wet lips. He took hold of the shaft and fed the knob into her gates. Buffy was twisting her head from side to side, moaning in one long, continuous assent as he drew back to plunge into her. When he did, she clenched around his prick and screamed up to him. He fell upon her, feeling her nipples stabbing into his chest, kissing her lips and neck fervidly as she shook around his cock.

Buffy’s hands roamed over his back, finding his hard ass. Her fingers slid into his crack, then pushed down on his cheeks, forcing him into her even harder. He had to fight her to pull out just so he could lunge back in. 

Buffy flexed herself around his member, digging her fingers into his buttocks, lashing her tongue into his kiss. Each thrust he gave her sloshed wetly through her snug passage, ending in a fleshy smack and their sensually joined moans. 

“I’m going to come!” Wesley gasped in her ear. “I can’t stop now!”

Buffy nodded desperately, unable to speak when she was wailing so hard.

She outright shrieked when the entire length of his manhood sank into her thrilled pussy. Wesley could feel the end of his cock at the furthest limits of her cunt, pushing where there was simply no more room, then he ripped back along her channel, sliding from Buffy for only an instant before he bore back into her. She was almost sobbing as he quickened his strokes. In all his life, Wesley had never felt such total pleasure.

He shoved his hands down under her pert ass, only able to take a bare moment to think of how tight and perfect it was in his slender hands, then he was just holding her in place to fuck into her, not willing to chance the slightest possibility that she would move and end his ecstasy. Ejaculation swelled his cock, shudders of pleasure tingling everywhere in his groin as her fingers begged at his flesh. A hoarse cry caught in his throat as his cockhead shook inside her. He bit down on her left breast, savoring the sweet taste, thinking he could detect her enjoyment in the honeyed sweat that covered her cleavage, like vampires said they could taste adrenaline. 

Two quick thrusts brought him to the edge. And then one reverberating stroke pushed him over the brink into orgasm. Pistoning at top speed, he fucked ruthlessly into her cunt. She bucked wildly under him as he grunted with his hard spurts, his cock buried in her snug pussy as the first hard blast came.

They were writhing against each other with an insane fury as he came, rocking the mattress as their bodies pounded together. His climax seemed to last for a full minute before he was giving her the last of his seed. Buffy’s climax just kept going.

Wesley could hardly catch his breath as he lay on top of her, motionless. He could feel his own cum surrounding his wilting cock, and he knew that he’d given her all the semen she could ask for, filling her to the brim. Buffy’s face passed before his eyes, followed by Giles’s. His old doubts and uncertainties, that had made him such a cold fish at first, throbbed achingly like an old war wound come back to life. But it was done and he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. If he’d thrown away his future with the Watchers’ Council, at least he’d thrown it away for the best fuck a man could ask for.

“Wesley,” Buffy purred, gliding her hands easily over the sweat beading his back. “Don’t stop now… not now…”

***

One month later…

Wesley sat on Giles’s couch, listening to Buffy groan, grunt, and whimper. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought she was in some kind of pain.

Well, if she was, it was the kind she seemed to like well enough.

He heard a definitive-sounding cry from Giles and decided that the senior Watcher had finished. Getting up, he headed to the upstairs. There, a smidgen of light shone through the partially opened bedroom door. Wesley sidled up to the door and peered through it. It was then he discovered that Buffy and Giles weren’t finished at all.

The young blonde was stark naked, sitting on the edge of Giles’s desk, her legs spread and propped up on Giles’s shoulders, her feet on either side of his neck. Her arms were behind her, fingers curled whitely on the edges of the desk to hold herself in place as Giles violently thrust into her. Her head was thrown back, and her usually sunny face was grimacing with an almost pained lust.

Giles had dropped his pin-striped trousers around his ankles, but still wore his shirt and tie. His bare legs bristled with hair and his thick, sturdy cock protruded from under the bottom of his monogrammed shirt, being thrust into Buffy’s wide open cunt in just about the most erotic display Wesley had ever seen.

His own member grew hard in his pants as he continued to watch, breathing hard and irregularly. 

Giles withdrew his cock from Buffy, dripping with her juices, and then forced it brutally back inside her. His hands tightly wound around her tiny waist were the only thing that held her in place. The girl shuddered with the violent force of the impact, her small but perfectly shaped breasts jiggling—first with her penetration, then as she quivered in pleasure.

“Buffy! Sweet, sweet Buffy…” Giles sighed, continuing to fuck her. He was red in the face, his cock swollen so hard and large it seemed incredible that it fit into the petite girl. Only his cockhead was left in Buffy’s cunt as he rocked on the balls of his feet. “Do it for me—come, come! For God’s sake, come!”

Buffy’s ass bounced up and down on the edge of the desk, her buttocks clenching and loosening. Her toes curled and pointed, while her small red tongue practically lolled out of her mouth. Wesley couldn’t even see her pupils between her half-shut eyelids, they were rolled so far back.

Watching from behind the door, Wesley began to rock his hips. Seeing Buffy so widely spread, so ready to come, so fucked, made him vicariously imagine himself as part of her lovemaking.

Buffy began sobbing as if crying over every moment Giles wasn’t fucking her, few and far between as they were. Her thighs quivered and spasmed around Giles. “Unnnh, oh! Fill my cunt! I’m gonna come!” Tears were running from Buffy’s tightly shut eyes as Giles continued to manically fuck her pussy. “Ahhhh! You’re gonna make me come!”

“Yes,” Giles told her. “I am.” He brought his hands to her buttocks, clasping them like he was trying to still Buffy’s trembling as she was fucked, as she came. Buffy moaned and shook for what seemed like an eternity. Giles gave one quivering cheek a harsh slap, prompting a small squeak from the quietly gasping Slayer. Then, all of a sudden, she was limp, the only motion in her the hard breaths that lifted her tits up to the ceiling.

Giles brought her feet down from off his shoulders and freed himself of her satisfied cunt. His cock was dripping with her cream, but it was still as stiff and red as ever. He had held back. He could’ve come with Buffy, but he had something else in mind.

A look of determination etched itself on Giles’s face, centered around a demonic leer in his eyes. Buffy, still breathing raggedly and now twitching her hips with the aftershocks of her orgasm, was lying back on the desktop. Her eyes were still closed, blind to Giles’s fierce expression. 

He stood there with his fist around his angry red cock, pistoning it up and down his length as he waited for Buffy to gasp and twitch and slowly come out of her satisfaction.

“Get on your knees!” he said sternly.

Buffy did not respond.

“On your knees and hold out your hands towards me.”

Buffy roused herself slightly. She looked up at Giles, only partly comprehending what he’d said, but understanding enough to obey. She got down on her knees. Then she held out her hands, cupped together, and Giles jerked his cock harder, quickly bringing himself to orgasm. He ejaculated powerfully into Buffy’s outstretched hands.

“Mmmmm,” Buffy gurgled, “warm.”

“You really like cum, Buffy?”

“Oh yes…”

“Then wash your face in my cum.”

She looked up at him. “Really?”

“Buffy, wash your fucking face.”

Buffy felt a new sensation throbbing in her cunt, a swelling in her clit, a deep pulsing feeling inside her. Her hands were wet with cum, her palms filled with it. Lowering her eyes, she brought her hands to her face and smeared his cum on her cheeks.

“More!” Giles said.

Buffy rubbed his cum all over her face.

“Your tits as well, cunt.”

Buffy covered her breasts in his warm cum. She made a soft sob of unexpected pleasure, feeling his seedy warmth blazing on her tender skin. Her knees buckling, she sat on her heels, her face glistening with cum, pink with shame, but eyes fiery with enjoyment. Her sex was throbbing wetly.

Giles shook his cock at her. A few remaining drops of cum landed on her face, her lips. She whimpered as Giles slowly rubbed his cockhead against her lips. She could taste his cum. Her eyes closed blissfully and she moaned around her swallow.

Giles laughed. It wasn’t a sadistic sound, but one of good-natured pleasure. If Wesley hadn’t seen the circumstances, he would’ve thought Giles had just heard a wholesome joke. Giles pushed his cockhead past Buffy’s lips and she, still groaning with pleasure, accepted it. She ran her tongue across his slit, trying to taste more of his seed, but she’d already sucked it clean. Giles pulled away, taking his cock from her despite how hard Buffy suckled at it.

“Later, Buffy. You can suck my cock all you want later. Right now it’s Wesley’s turn.”

Buffy dutifully pulled up Giles’s pants and underwear for him, helping him straighten up as he tucked himself away. He went to the door, grinning at Giles as he walked out. Wesley grinned back at him, and at Buffy as she rubbed Giles’s seed into her chest. He started to undress.

“Lie down on the desk,” he told her. “Face down, arse up. I certainly don’t share your affinity for having cum in my face.”

Buffy obediently jumped to do as he wished, even reaching back behind herself and spreading the cheeks of her ass in case he wanted to use her anally. Wesley approached her, his stiff erection leading the way. He found that he was still grinning.

No one had ever said the Watcher business would be this fun.