Freshly Popped 3

The moment Faith’s pants and panties were down, she felt Willow press two fingers into her wet cunt, unsurprisingly finding it lathered with arousal. Faith went cross-eyed, sure to come just from being fingered, then she felt a quick, buzzing jolt of pleasure from Willow rubbing her clit. Before that sensation had even begun to fade, Willow was poking her middle finger into Faith’s asshole, lubricated by her own pussy.

“You think you were my bitch before?” Willow asked, stretching out the sphincter muscle. “You have no fucking idea. Getting my finger in your ass makes you my bitch. When I put my strap-on in, you’re just gonna be my fucking hole.”

“Fuck yes,” Faith moaned. “Make me your hole, Wil. Your fucking cock holster. Ghkkk!” Drool ran from her lower lip as she felt Willow finger her sensitive anus, now pushing both middle and forefinger all the way into her hot little opening. Maybe she’d healed more than she thought—Willow’s fingers felt like they were filling her up to the brim…

Faith couldn’t help herself—she swung her body from side to side, up and down, pumping her ass on Willow’s filling fingers. The more she gouged herself with them, the sooner she’d be ready to take Willow’s cock. And Willow curled her fingers, running the pads of them along the wall separating Faith’s rectum from her pussy, flooding Faith’s cunt with a ghostly touch that was both there and not there. With both her asshole penetrated and her sex teased, it was almost total stimulation for Faith.

“Fuck,” she gasped, “I can’t stand it anymore, Wil! Put that cock in me! Come on, fuck my asshole already! I need it!”

Willow pulled her fingers away. She’d had some grease in her locker too, meant to simply help mix magical ingredients together, but now she poured it out on her hand and used it to ready Faith’s asshole. Pushing dollops of it into Faith’s anus with her finger. Willow could barely hold herself back, she wanted to ass-fuck the Slayer so bad, but she had to wait until Faith was ready. She didn’t want to hurt Faith; anyone could do that. Willow wanted to make her come.

And so she spread the ooze around Faith’s anus until she was moaning, groaning, her hips swinging, her buttocks clenching and unclenching. Then Willow took her strap-on in one hand and gripped Faith’s hip in the other and mounted her just like she had at the motel, this time knowing she could. Knowing that Faith was her bitch.

Faith gasped to feel Willow’s strap-on rub between her buttocks. She moved against Willow—soon feeling the round head of the dildo pressing against her asshole. Holding her breath, she let Willow ram it inside.

“My cock is up your ass, Faith!” Willow cried, showing the Slayer no mercy, giving her no time to get used to being Willow’s anal bitch once more. 

Faith’s asshole had healed enough to need to stretch painfully letting Willow back in. Her eyes widened, her sphincter opened so far that she couldn’t believe it. She’d felt like her anus had barely closed after their first session, yet now Willow showed her just how far her asshole could be filled. 

Faith felt a wild elation, having Willow pumping into her ass all over again, even more masterful than she’d been the first time. Her asshole gripped the dildo, tugging it in. Willow couldn’t feel the teasing pulls on her strap-on, but she still thrust into Faith, as eager as could be. Watching the ring of Faith’s sphincter clutch her dildo. The more she shoved into Faith, the more the Slayer seemed to want.

“Shit, Willow, give it to me!” Faith hissed. “Yeah, bitch, up my ass! I want you fucking me in the ass! Show me I’m your whore, baby! Ooooh, fuck, don’t just tell me, fucking make me your little slut!”

With her palms planted against the locker Willow had pinned her against, Faith spread her feet wide and pushed her ass back to Willow’s thrusting strap-on. Willow clenched her hands on Faith’s svelte hips and pumped forward. Faith squealed, feeling the dildo go deep, stretch her wider than ever. 

Then Willow was pumping vigorously into her asshole, using it as much as she wanted and showing no concern for Faith’s well-being. After all, the Slayer would heal, and the friction of Willow’s strap-on inside her rectum was driving bolts of incredible ecstasy through Faith’s body.

“Ohhh, my ass, my ass!” Faith gasped rapturously. “Shit, Wil, you’re setting my hole on fire! Making my whore ass so fucking hot! Cock me, Willow. Cock my ass good! GHHH! I didn’t know… couldn’t know this would be so good!”

“Still so fucking tight!” Willow grunted.

“And you’re so goddamn big!”

“Knew it’d take a lot to satisfy a dirty little whore like you…” Willow fucked hard, her groin making fleshy slaps against Faith’s pert ass.

“Ohhh, shit!” Faith gasped. “Willow, Willow—hnnnngh!—that feels amazing, baby! Oooooh, yes, that’s how you fuck me! That’s how you fuck my ass! AHHH! THAT’S PERFECT! Ruin my ass, Willow, ruin my hot ass…”

Faith panted, her asshole throbbing and tingling, the quick jabs of the hard, hot dildo driving her insane. The pained ecstasy of feeling her asshole stretched around Willow’s strap-on sent her mind reeling. The thing was just so big and thick and long—she didn’t know how it fit inside her. It hurt. But the rapture was intense, beautiful, beautiful enough Faith knew she would take it in the ass from that strap-on, from Willow, again and again.

“Willow, it’s making my tits swell!” she sobbed, making an effort to push her ass out further, as if she could get more of Willow’s cock that way. “My tits feel so hot and swollen! And my pussy… I can’t believe how my pussy’s burning up! But I’m feeling it all in my asshole! Oooooh, all the sensations are—nnnhh—crammed up my ass! I love it! Love having a big cock fucking my ass!”

Williw moaned herself, hearing Faith’s ecstatic cries, seeing her ass squeeze so tightly around the strap-on that she could almost feel it. She watched the taut flesh of Faith’s ass dance and writhe, taking each thrust with a jiggling bounce. Her hands moved in feverish delight over Faith’s smooth buttocks and creamy thighs. She dug her fingers into the sweaty skin as best she could, spreading Faith’s asscheeks apart, then pressing them together around her strap-on.

Faith strained, feeling her body trembling out of control, no longer her own but a thing to contain the growing pleasure and the heat sweeping through her naked flesh. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she pushed her bulging ass back against Willow as hard as she could. The strap-on felt like it was hollowing her out, filling her body completely.

“Willow!” she cried. “You’re making me fucking come! I’m going to come with your cock in your ass! Ooooh, shit, shit, I’m getting your cock, getting fucked in the ass by your sweet cock… it’s going to make me your bitch! Your bitch is going to come!”

“Don’t want you to come,” Willow grunted, driving hard into Faith’s bowels. She felt Faith’s asshole clutch her strap-on so tightly that it was an effort to pull it out and to thrust it back in. “Just want you to be my whore, Faith!”

“Ghhhaa!” Faith wailed. “Think I’m—gonna come from being your whore. Come in my cunt, come in my asshole… everywhere!”

Faith gritted her teeth, eyes shut equally tight. She pushed her hot ass hard onto Willow’s prick, the ring of her sphincter closing around the base of the strap-on. Her orgasm was starting to pulse inside her, making her mouth fall open. When it erupted, she let out an ear-piercing wail while her cunt throbbed with contractions, squeezing the dildo in clenching waves. 

Her anus sucked at the strap-on, pulled at the very harness Willow wore around her waist, while spurts of Faith’s cream, flew from her bare cunt and splashed against Willow’s locker. It was as though she was marking it in reverse—paying tribute to the woman who had not only made her come, but made her an anal bitch.

“Faith? Willow? You guys out here?” Buffy rounded the corner, prompting an exhibitionist grin from Faith and a worried gasp from Willow, but the redhead had too much certainty in her magic to be truly frightened. She still felt unbelievably awkward, her strap-on poised up Faith’s asshole, just standing there in front of Buffy while the Slayer looked directly at them without knowing it. 

“God, where could you two be?” Buffy continued, obviously speaking to herself as she moved on. As worried as she was, Willow knew Buffy couldn’t leave the Hellmouth unguarded too long, even to look for her friends.

“Not that I don’t love being a slut in general and your anal whore in specific,” Faith said, sounding her usual cocky self even with her voice pained by her wrecked asshole. “But I don’t think even I could get a date if the world ends. Maybe we should go back before the Toros really get distracted. You can always ruin my ass later—assuming even some Slayer healing can fix this gape.”

“Yeah, we should go back to the others,” Willow said. “But… that’s not a gape. Not yet.”

She pressed forward again, thick dildo squeezing into Faith’s tight anal muscles, filling the narrow space until she’d thrust herself all the way in. She’d filled Faith’s ass with the strap-on and now there was no stopping her. Willow jackhammered into Faith’s juicy ass, pounding the dildo all the way to her bowels.

“Oh fuck, Willow!” Faith cried. “Give me your hand! Let me have your hand!”

Willow took a hand off her hip to reach out to her and Faith grabbed it, leading it around her body to her groin. There, Willow found that Faith’s clit was stingingly hard.

“Rub my clit while you fuck my ass!” Faith pleaded. “Go on… make me come. An anal whore can’t come unless someone’s making her come…”

Willow did it, massaging Faith’s clit, touching her pussy like she would touch herself, all while fucking Faith’s ass into a spanked blush. Finally, her strap-on was entirely buried in Faith’s flesh, lap flush with her buttocks. With Faith completely impaled, Willow scrubbed her clit desperately.

“Oh fuck, fuck.” Faith took Willow’s other hand and pulled it to her chest, under her shirt, feeling her breasts without a bra in the way. “Play with these too, Wil. Make my tits hot too.”

Willow gladly palmed their voluptuous weight, rolling the supple flesh in her hand, then pinching the nipple, pulling on it. And just as Faith began to cry out, Willow stopped, taking as much of the firm breast into her hand as would fit and squeezing hard.

Faith gasped. She moaned. Her eyes rolled madly, feeling Willow’s hand on her chest, fingers on her clit, crotch smacking into her ass. Faith worked her ass back obediently, taking Willow’s strap-on as eagerly as she could. Her ass was a target, a hole to be completely impaled, and she helped Willow fuck it so much she was practically fucking herself.

“God,” Willow whispered, “you really are horny, huh?” She shoved in harder, spreading Faith’s buttocks wider than ever before, making her take more inches of the dildo than could be believed.

“No!” Faith cried. “I’m a slut! Oh fuck, I’m such a filthy little slut…” Mouth gaping open but no sound coming out, she came all over herself, purging her juices all over Willow’s locker. They trailed down to puddle between her legs, splatter her fallen pants. 

Willow felt the sexual excitement that consumed Faith and it dragged her along. She ground herself against the base of the strap-on as the involuntary ripple of Faith’s anal passage held it still, letting her fuck herself on it, rub her pussy into ecstasy using Faith as her personal sex toy. The feeling undulated, squeezed, sucked, and finally exploded out of her, flooding her pussy with juices spurting against the harness, either escaping or finding nowhere to go but leaking down her inner thighs.

“Yes, Faith,” she cooed softly. “Oh God, yes… my slut, you’re my slut. My fucking Slayer slut.”

But she wasn’t done yet. As hard as she’d come, as much as responsibility called her back to the library and doing whatever she could to help save the world, she needed to do a little more. She didn’t know if it was for herself or for Faith, but she needed to dominate the slut some more. She couldn’t let Faith leave thinking this was just sex. It had to be more. It had to be her using her Slayer slut—just the phrase brought an unabashed smile to Willow’s lips.

She shoved Faith down to her knees, splashing aside the puddle of her own juices that had pooled on the linoleum tile. “I’m not shrinking my cock again until you clean it off,” she jeered, shoving it in the Slayer’s face. “I always heard you could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. This shouldn’t be nearly as hard.”

Faith’s cheeks flushed with a kind of excitement, yet embarrassment. She was pleased to be owned by Willow, but shocked by how much she enjoyed it. Her usually uncomplicated feelings were a tangle now, but she knew enough to obey—sucking frantically on the strap-on. 

Devouring it, her lips moving up and down the shaft just as her asshole had when it’d been pumping into her. Faith whimpered in shame at what she was doing, but being wanton was a familiar feeling—she was at least used to it. To suck a strap-on straight from her ass sent rippling thrills through her. Even though she’d just come, she felt her cunt flaring like she might squirt. 

Faith sucked in a frenzy, as if she could get Willow off, actually make the inanimate object come in her mouth. If she did, Faith was sure her pussy would explode too. Her tongue whipped around its length hotly, her lips as tight as she could make them, and it came as a shock when Willow ripped the dildo away and shrunk it again.

“Not bad, Faith,” Willow said smugly—aglow with having the Slayer so subservient to her. “If I ever need my dildo cleaned again, I know where to go.”

Faith squeezed her thighs together. Along with the insouciant look on Willow’s face—dominating her with just an expression—it was almost enough to make her come again. But Faith knew it was useless. What she really needed to come was Willow fucking her, and that wouldn’t happen until the witch was good and ready. All Faith could do was resolve to be the perfect bitch when it happened. 

Maybe if she submitted enough, she could get to be Willow’s whore every day.