Buffy: Freshly Popped

“Fight to the finish with no finish,” Faith purred. She seemed to purr most of what she said, when she wasn’t snarling. “Has me feeling about ready to pop.”

Willow heard her without processing her words. She was a little lost in her own hurried thoughts, not quite able to parse how she had ended up in Xander’s car, seeing Faith fighting a demon, and running down that demon, before giving the Slayer—Assistant Slayer?—a ride back to her hotel room.

“Thanks for helping fix me up, by the way. Sorta thing that makes a girl feel grateful,” Faith continued.

“Oh, I really didn’t do anything,” Willow protested, breaking loose of her own train of thought without coming any closer to understanding how Point A had gotten to Point B. “I mean, all I did was help you un-dislocate, relocate, your shoulder… you did most of the work.”

“Yeah, but you also saved my life. All in all, I’m down for whatever you want.” Then Faith winked. “So long as it pops.”

Belatedly, Willow realized Faith was coming on to her. A million thoughts jammed her consciousness at once. “That’s okay. Really okay. I don’t want to do anything—I’m just not the kind of person who thinks about your ass and fucking your ass and what kind of strap-on I’d use to fuck your ass.”

Faith’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly in all their dark eyeliner, then she laughed in Willow’s face. “Oh, so it’s like that, huh? Sure, I’ve got a strap-on. Feel free to borrow it. Mi cock es su cock.”

Willow colored like her face was trying to become the same shade of her hair. “No, really, it’s fine. I wouldn’t want to separate you and your, uh, strap.”

And now Faith smirked. “Don’t have the balls, huh Rosenberg? Too bad. I was kinda liking your whole dark horse thing. Here I thought the most I was going to get out of you was an hour of riding your face, but anal sex? Fuck. Could’ve been something. Cuz when I get it up the ass, I come like a sprinkler in summer. But I guess that wouldn’t interest a nice Jewish girl like you, huh?”

***

“Fuck me like this, Willow,” Faith mewled, leaning over the table, arching her bare ass up into the air. Her feet were spread on the floor and with her hands, she cupped the cheeks of her ass to further splay them. “I happen to like getting fucked like this. And I just gave you the cojones to fuck me this way.”

“I don’t think that’s quite the proper translation—but I’m only on Spanish 1…” Willow felt lightheaded. Standing behind the bent over Faith, she stared at Faith’s cunt, marked by damp hair between her thighs, and the pucker of her asshole, equally wet from the lubricant Faith had dumped on it. 

Willow was lubricating the strap-on Faith had given her, hand jerking back and forth, pressing the base of the dildo against her own mound. It felt nice as she gazed at Faith’s naked body, unclothed from the waist down.

“Come on, Rosenberg,” Faith urged, wagging her naked ass in the air. “Wouldn’t have given you that hard cock if I wasn’t ready for it. Fuck me with it, Willow. Or is B the only one who gets staked by you?”

Willow shuffled forward, holding the base of her strap-on. She pressed it against Faith’s wet cunt and the tip of the dildo slipped into the glossy pink flesh like it was being sucked in. Faith groaned, then huffed in disapproval.

“No, not there.” Faith pressed Willow back with her foot, then smacked her tight ass, sending a ripple through the endless curves of taut flesh. “Here. I want to get fucked right here.”

“That’s your butt,” Willow exclaimed, surprised.

“Uh-huh,” Faith said huskily. “Big cock like that, you know it feels so good when it’s going right up my ass. I love a hard cock in my ass, Rosenberg. Sometimes, I love it so much, I can’t imagine wanting to fuck any other way. You want to fuck my ass, don’t you Willow? Or did you just want me to take my pants off? Cuz if that’s it, you owe me a drink.”

“I, I do,” Willow said, her voice cracking with nervousness. “But won’t that hurt?”

“Fuck, Willow,” Faith said hotly, reaching back to rub the pad of her forefinger against her tightened asshole. “It’s your job to make it hurt. My Slayer healing closes it up nice and tight every time. If you want to get in, you have to hurt me. I’ve gotten so used to it, the pain almost gets me off. I’m like Pavlov’s doggy style. Whenever my ass starts to hurt, I know I’m really gonna get fucked.”

Willow’s teeth chattered. She was shaking with excitement. The dildo was shaking too, but she thought that was because her cunt was throbbing so hard underneath its harness. At that moment, with Faith so eager to get hurt, Willow couldn’t think of a single reason why she shouldn’t be the witch to enjoy doing it.

Still, she stammered. “H-how do I f-f…. you know?” She stared between Faith’s buttocks, the tight little sphincter seeming to call out to her. “This, uh, apparatus you gave me is really big and you look real small. Do you even know if it’ll fit?”

“It’ll fit,” Faith said sagely. “You just need to loosen me up some. Start by getting down on your knees, right behind me, then shove your face in my ass and give the hole a nice wet kiss.”

Willow was too emboldened, too infused with adrenaline, to quail now. She knelt down behind Faith and leaned up to her pert ass, seeing Faith’s spread buttocks from close on. Faith didn’t settle for that. She took a handful of Willow’s ginger hair and pulled her face into the split of her ass.

“Kiss it!” Faith ordered her. “Kiss my hot little asshole! You don’t think I’m the kind of girl who lets herself get fucked without a little kissing first, do you?”

Willow’s puckered lips caressed Faith’s anus, the moistness of her much-licked lips now rubbing into Faith’s sphincter.

“Yeah, so far, so good,” Faith groaned with approval. “Now pretend it’s our second date and slip me a little tongue.”

Willow did more than that. Kissing Faith’s ass hadn’t been half as bad as she’d feared, and with her anxiety over doing the deed done, her lust had rocketed back into her full force. She reamed the opening with her tongue, inching it in deeper and deeper.

“Now really lick my ass! Wiggle that tongue around in it!” Faith told her. “Fuck, you might get me off just by eating my ass…”

Willow’s buried tongue squirmed inside Faith’s rectum as if making itself at home in the tight channel.

“Ooooh, shit, you are making love to me with that tongue!” Faith crowed. “You’re definitely an ass girl, Willow! But I’m really gonna need that big strap now. That’s what you’ll really enjoy—fucking me. Making my ass a nice little cockholster.”

Willow could barely pull her tongue back from the slurping depths of Faith’s violated anus. “When? When are you going to be my, my, uh, c-c-cock—”

“Soon as you put it in,” Faith interrupted. “The sooner you fuck my ass, the sooner you’re fucking my ass, get me?”

“Five by five,” Willow panted as she stood up to set her hips behind Faith’s flaring buttocks. “Okey-dokey.”

She aimed her strap-on at the nicely splayed hole she’d just tongued longer than she’d ever kissed a boy. She didn’t need Faith to tell her what to do anymore. All six inches jutting from her harness glistened in slippery anticipation. It looked so good, she couldn’t stop looking at it—her ready dildo and Faith’s waiting asshole.

“What’s the hold-up, Rosenberg? Put it in me already. Don’t you want me to be your anal slut? Don’t you want that beautiful monster of a strap-on to make me its bitch?”

“Oh heck,” Willow cursed, knowing she couldn’t stop herself now. Faith’s foul words didn’t offend her, they inflamed her. 

She bucked her hips and plunged the slippery dildo into Faith’s equally slippery anus. The only thing stopping it from being hilted in Faith’s bowels was that the space inside Faith’s ass seemed simply too narrow for the dildo to fit. 

Yet still, whole inches of it were in Faith’s asshole. And by pressing her hips forward, more and more of the dildo took the plunge. Willow was fucking her ass. Faith Lehane was kinda sorta her anal bitch.

“So, uhh,” Willow panted. “How do you like being my anal fucktoy?” she tried.

“Damn, Rosenberg, something about the goody two shoes act is really getting me wet! Feel like I’ve never been so full of anything in my life! But I could take more—I wanna take more!”

She rocked herself back and forth, muscles cording in her legs, the friction taking hold between Willow’s strap-on and her asshole until she finally came.

“Fuck!” Faith cried, pounding her fist on the table. “Feel that, Willow? Feel what the fuck you’re doing to me?”

“Yeah,” Willow said uncertainly, giving in to the irresistible urge to pump her strap-on into Faith’s accepting ass. It went deeper and deeper, Faith grunting as she was impaled. Willow started to hear her hips smack against Faith’s buttocks. “I guess—guess I’m fucking you. Guess you’re a… a…”

“A dirty fucking cunt? A dyke bitch who loves it up the ass?” Faith answered for her. “Oooh, don’t stop, baby. Once I start winning, I don’t wanna quit!”

“I’m not stopping… I’m not…” Willow reached under Faith’s top, grabbing her pert, perfect breasts. She squeezed so hard that Faith’s nipples, caught between her fingers, were pinched in her grip.

“Owww! Shit yeah! Hurt my fucking tits while you’re ruining my ass!” Faith cried, loving the sweet spot she found herself in, caught between pain and pleasure. “More, baby, more! Really fucking use me, fucking treat me like a dirty strap-on whore!”

Willow imagined herself leaving Faith’s breasts black and blue, jackhammering her strap-on into Faith’s ass until she couldn’t sit down for a week. She liked the thought. It outpaced her disgust, her trepidation, until all she wanted to do was use Faith just like the Slayer was so repugnantly begging for.

Faith liked the idea too. She was coming hard, so horny that she reached down to her cunt and fingered herself, adding to how much Willow was fucking her. “More! Fucking give me more!”

“You want more?” Willow demanded, eyes blazing. “I’ll give you more!”

She pulled out of Faith, over the Slayer’s strident protests, and cast a quick spell: “Engorgio maleficus!”

And the strap-on grew, swelling in girth, extending in length, until it was easily a foot long and twice as wide. Willow slapped it against Faith’s supple ass. “You still my anal bitch, baby?”

Faith shoved her hand between her thighs, grabbing Willow’s strap-on, immediately feeling the difference in how thick it was. Struck mute, she guided the tip back to her asshole, rubbing it against her already weakened sphincter, purring at how the cockhead dwarfed her anus. 

Faith let go of the strap-on and silently gripped her asscheeks, pulling them open for Willow, who held her hips, eyes huge as she watched her newly grown strap-on press into Faith’s asshole—shoving aside every side of the little pink opening.

“Ggghh, fuck!” Faith groaned, feeling her asshole burn with pleasure as Willow exerted more and more pressure, no matter how the strap-on refused to fit inside her. “Keep going, Willow! Push as hard as you can… make it fit, make me your anal bitch, your fucking dyke bitch!”

Willow’s hips surged forward, forcing Faith’s asshole to sink inward with the strap-on slamming right through. Faith let out a wild shriek, eyes rolling back in her head as she came from the hard, fast pain of it all. “God! Fuck! You’re in my ass, fucking my ass!”

Willow’s strap-on penetrated deep into Faith, until Willow’s groin was against Faith’s fiery cunt. Faith dug her fingers into her supple buttocks, keeping them spread wide open for Willow’s use.

“Fuck that asshole, Willow!” Faith demanded, though she seemed to beg just as much—she couldn’t take having Willow pull out of her again. “Fuck it hard! Nnnnh, a cock in my ass is so good! Fuck me, Willow—make me come while that fucker is destroying my ass!”

Willow pistoned the strap-on into Faith, eyes drinking in how her asshole clutched the dildo. The harder she fucked Faith, the more the Slayer gurgled and cried out. Her anal muscles had a deathgrip on the strap-on, strangling it with every stroke Willow gave her. Faith gritted her teeth, never letting go of her splayed buttocks, keeping them wide open to feel Willow impaling her again and again.

“Ffffuuu—I’m going to come, Willow!” Faith panted, whipping her ass back to join in with how hard Willow was fucking her. “Your strap fills my asshole so damn much, it’s going to make my cunt come! Fuck my—fuck my hot ass harder, baby, hard—“

The climax that went through her sent searing waves of delicious pressure throughout her asshole, all over Willow’s strap-on. It was almost a shame it was wasted on an inanimate dildo, the exquisite heat gripping the phallus so tightly that Willow had to stop fucking her. She simply couldn’t move the strap-on through Faith’s rippling contractions. Willow held the dildo inside her and wondered what other spells she could cast on it.

After several minutes, Faith’s groaning satiation trailed off and she began to laugh. “Shit, Willow, I had no idea you were such a stud.”