Buffy Beaten update

Giles’s breathing was still shaky, his heartbeat still halfway felt like it would shake its way out of his chest, but he could stand… no matter how comfortable it was to be pillowed down on Ampata’s lush body. She stayed bent over his desk, seemingly wrapped around his drained but still firm prick. 

But despite his outwardly academic appearance, Giles kept himself in shape, and so despite how much strength he’d put into coming, he recovered before the woman who’d orgasmed with him—a woman half his age. He put his hands on Miss Ampata’s delicious little ass, holding her lithe body down as he slowly drew himself out of her sex. 

It was like Ampata was unwilling to release his cock. She squirmed around, trying to work herself loose of her impalement, but her cunt wouldn’t allow it. It sucked and slurped at Giles’s retreating prick with every inch it pulled away. The inner muscles that had drawn them together when Giles was fucking her now valiantly rallied, almost shutting around Giles’s fat cock, refusing to let go. 

Giles had to drag himself out inch by inch. More and more of his half-hard erection came into sight, seeming endless as Giles grunted and pushed and worked himself away from Ampata’s ample hips. Finally, his cockhead appeared, holding open her splayed pussy. Ampata’s labia clung to that last helping of his manhood like a Chinese finger puzzle. The harder Giles pulled, the more her pussy roiled and shrunk, making Ampata actually cry out from the orgasmic motion she felt. 

Then finally he popped loose, like a cork bursting from a champagne bottle. His prick didn’t stoop at all. It shot up like a cannon about to fire, eager to return to Ampata’s abandoned cunt as all the cum he’d exploded into her now was free to gush out of her. Ampata whimpered while the deluge left her, puddling on the floor, leaving her emptier than ever. Even Giles’s seed fled her open pussy, leaving her desperate for more.

Ampata turned around sinuously, looking over her supplely rounded shoulders at Giles, eyes glowing as they fixed on his erection. Her pink tongue traced over her lips. Giles’s member jerked at the slightest invitation to her oval mouth. His manhood was slimy, slippery with the cum he had loosed and the juices he had found inside Ampata’s pussy, and the sight made Ampata’s mouth water, her tongue tingle. 

Willow, her eyes still wide with complete astonishment at the staggering orgasm they’d shared, watched as Ampata’s lips moistly parted, so succulent and red that it had to be an offer. Is she going to suck him? Willow wondered. She remembered what it had been like to blow Xander, wondered what she had looked like as she’d done it, and if Ampata blowing Giles would look anything like it. She wanted to watch, maybe pick up a few tricks—the kind of things a pretty girl like Cordelia never had to learn. In the dark, all cats were gray, and she could make her pussy so much better for Xander than Cordelia Chase’s could ever be.

But Giles had fucked Ampata in the ass, Willow reminded herself. Surely, no woman would take his cock into her mouth after that. Would she? Willow leaned closer, her face now in the space where the books had gone before she’d removed them to make the gap she could spy through. Her skirt remained hitched up at her waist. As she bent over, her small, deliciously pert ass jutted out, her slender thighs parted as if to show off the juices that glistened on them.

Willow licked her lips as if she were the one about to suck Giles’s massive cock instead of Ampata. Who could care where that cock had been when it looked so delectable? She cupped one hand to her sex, ready to get herself off again, but waiting for the performance to begin before she started herself. Willow wanted it to be like she was joining in, a part of their sex play. 

That was why she didn’t plan to finger her ass this time—not unless it was one hell of a blowjob. She’d only done that when Ampata was getting sodomized. Now that Ampata looked to be getting facefucked, throated, because surely Giles would be giving that small mouth more than a few inches of his erection… well, now Willow felt like sucking her own fingers while she touched herself. They would taste like her pussy, just like Giles’s cock must taste of Ampata’s cunt.

Xander could see her lovely ass, small and pert, but perfectly sculpted, its tininess giving an impression of infinite tightness for any cock that went into the neat part of her buttocks. He stood behind her, his own manhood sticking out of his slacks, waiting for Willow to notice him and hoping fervently that she would want his cock as much as he wanted her ass, her cunt, all of her. But she was still too absorbed in watching Giles and Ampata to notice him. Xander didn’t know what to do—what he could do? 

His courage was faltering; he couldn’t ignore the fact that if he presented himself to her, she might reject him, even scream at him, and then he’d have an alarmed Giles and Ampata joining in the onslaught as well. Yet how could he pass up this golden opportunity? She was right there, already half-naked, and gagging for cock—just not his. How could Xander call himself a man if he contented himself with jacking off when there was a gorgeous redhead desperate for prick in front of him?

Xander grinded his teeth. If he waited any longer, he’d lose all control and throw himself on Willow like a wild animal. Yet at the moment, that seemed like not a half-bad idea. He could build up his courage, edge up his lust to the very limit, until he was unable to back down, until he needed Willow too desperately to pussy out. And by then, Willow would be really worked up herself, wouldn’t be able to resist a frog demon, much less her best friend.

Xander wondered, a little idly, what Giles and Ampata could be doing to hold Willow’s attention so tightly, but why bother to look at them when he could watch Willow? As hot as Ampata was, and as surprisingly good a job as Giles was doing of screwing her, he couldn’t imagine anything he’d rather be looking at than Willow’s nubile little ass, thrust out from under her skirt.

He slipped off his pants, then his shirt, wanting everything out of the way when he made his move. Naked, he crept down the aisle, coming up behind Willow like his cock was being magnetically drawn to her ass—iron in composition as well as hardness. Willow didn’t hear him. She wouldn’t have heard a herd of buffalo or another Tuesday apocalypse or even the school PA system. Her concentration was as absolute as it would be on any test. Her eyes brimmed with wideness as she stared at the culmination of all her hopes and curiosity. 

Ampata was about to suck Giles’s cock.

Willow rubbed two fingers against her suddenly dry lips, ready to emulate the deed. Xander was as close as he could get without touching her. The shadow of his cock fell over her unsuspecting ass. And as she watched Giles and Xander watched her, a drop of precum fell from Xander’s prick—landing on Willow’s tailbone and rolling between her clenched buttocks as if it had never existed at all.