Buffy Beaten update

Joyce poured another cup of coffee for herself, dreading the long empty day that was threatening her. Buffy had called in sick to school, but she didn’t require any babying, just rest. And Conrad had slipped off to work. She was left with a day off and nothing to do.

Sipping her coffee, she clenched her thighs as if that would do anything to assuage her itching cunt. But now that she’d had a big stiff cock remind her how good fucking could be, nothing else could quell her frustration. She needed sex. After being with Conrad, she didn’t know if she could ever not need it again.

She finished her coffee and went to pour herself another cup. The pot was empty. Joyce decided to make some more. She’d emptied the last coffee can, so she got a new one from the cupboard. It was stubborn in fitting into the electric can opener. Aggravated, Joyce tried to force it. She only succeeded in popping the can opener apart.

“Goddamnit,” Joyce growled, trying to fit the pieces back together. They seemed symmetrical enough, but still they refused to go together. She found a screw lying on the counter—apparently it had popped out of the can opener somewhere. She went to get a screwdriver.

When she came back, she tried to figure out where the screw had gone and twist it back in. The can opener still refused to fit together the way she knew it had. Joyce summoned up all her patience, but the escapade still ended with the screwdriver slipping and nicking her finger. She threw it down on the kitchen floor and shoved the coffee can back into the cupboard.

Trying to abandon all her frustration in the kitchen, she took the morning paper into the living room and sat down to read it. Her hands shook, crinkling the newspaper. She stared blankly at its grayness, its tiny words. She was aware only of the simmering embers in her pussy that refused to either cool or burst into flame. She was so horny that her panties felt like a caress on her lust-swollen vulva.

Unable to concentrate on the newspaper, she threw it down in a hastily folded bundle onto the couch and went to take a cold shower. But even there she was frustrated. The silence of her empty home was shattered by the doorbell. Joyce closed her housecoat and went to answer the door.

It was Xander.

“Hi there, Mrs. Summers.” He smiled. “Is Buffy home?”

Joyce stared at him as if confused. She’d seen him before, but he seemed different somehow. Or she was different.

“No,” Joyce replied. “I mean, yes, but she’s sick. Resting.”

“Oh,” Xander said. “I missed her at school so I, ah, had a free period and thought I’d come here and check on her. She’s not answering her phone…”

Joyce didn’t hear him. She was studying Xander—considering him now as a man instead of a boy. Joyce wondered how it would feel to be kissed by him. He didn’t have the experience Conrad did, but just by looking at him, Joyce could tell he had the enthusiasm. He was looking at her enthusiastically enough, even though he tried not to.

“I’m sorry,” Joyce said, realizing they were both staring at each other, sizing one another up like two prospective lovers at a bar. “What did you say?”

“I asked if it’s serious—Buffy being sick.”

“I think she’s just been working herself too hard. All she needs is sleep,” Joyce answered, trying hard not to look at Xander’s groin. 

She was sure that if she looked at it, she’d see the outline of a hard cock through his tight jeans. And if it was a big cock, she didn’t know what would happen—what she’d let him do or do herself…

“Oh, okay. Thanks, Mrs. Summers.” Xander turned to leave.

“Do you have a message you’d like me to give her?”

“I guess just that I stopped by and I’ll catch her later,” he replied.

Joyce stared fixedly at his slim, firm ass moving like a well-oiled machine in his tight jeans. She couldn’t help herself; she didn’t care how big his dick was, just so long as he had one. “Xander!” she called as he came down off her porch and onto the sidewalk. 

“Yeah?” he asked, turning back to her. 

Joyce almost moaned aloud. He was big. He was big and now Joyce knew what would happen, what she’d do to this young man and his big cock…

“Are you in a hurry?”

“Nah, not really,” Xander answered, walking a few steps toward her. “I, ah, have a few free periods coming up. At least, today I do. What can I do ya for?”

Joyce laughed as if charmed. “My damn can opener decided to come apart. Do you think you could put it back together? It’s not broken, just—in pieces.”

“Oh, I’m real good at fixing things that aren’t broken,” Xander promised churlishly to her.

He followed her into the house, unable to take his eyes off her creamy white thighs. It was self-evident to him where Buffy had inherited all her lovely physicality. 

The can opener proved a little tricky, but he’d seen other appliances set up that way before. He got the screw back in the proper place, tightened it well, and the can opener was back like it had been designed.

“There. Good as new.”

“Let’s see,” Joyce said. “I’ll try making us a pot of coffee.”

“You don’t have to go to any trouble,” Xander said.

“Nonsense. It’s no trouble.” Joyce went to the cupboard. “And I wouldn’t want you to worry you’re not a good repairman.”

She reached up to get the coffee can back out of the cupboard. Her short housecoat rode up her hips, letting Xander see the lowermost parts of her smooth ass. It wasn’t quite as supernaturally pert as Buffy’s, but that didn’t stop Xander from wanting his hands all over her, there and everywhere else on her lovely body.

Once she had the coffee brewing, Joyce sat down with Xander, letting her robe show off her crossed legs, her inner thighs. She enjoyed how Xander’s eyes kept voyaging to her naked flesh. She could tell when a man desired her. What she wanted to know was what he would do about it.

She idly moved her legs about, letting Xander’s eyes drink them in, enjoying the tension as fresh coffee trickled into the pot. Finally, she went to get the full pot. When she came back, she leaned over in front of Xander to pour it. Her matronly breasts almost spilled out of her loose robe. Xander’s eyes widened as if to take in all of the large nipples that were only inches from his face. 

For her part, Joyce looked down to see Xander’s cock violently throbbing inside his jeans. She knew it would soon be doing a lot more than that. She put the pot back in the coffeemaker, then turned back to Xander, leaning against the counter. The front of her housecoat fell open. Xander almost snorted his cup of coffee as he saw the brash bolt of Joyce’s pubic hair, nestling just below her smooth and creamy stomach.

“Oh. Dear me,” Joyce said unapologetically, pulling her robe shut. “The stupid thing won’t stay on.”

“That’s okay,” Xander choked.

“Well, I’d hope that I’m a damn sight more than okay.” Joyce tittered. “But I guess you have high standards, with all the pussy you’ve seen.”

Xander flushed, saying nothing.

“Don’t you?” Joyce persisted.

“Don’t I what?”

“See a lot of pussy?”

Xander coughed nervously. “I suppose I have.”

“How’d you like to see Buffy’s?” Joyce asked.

Xander didn’t answer. He could only stare at Joyce, unable to figure out what was going on.

“I bet you’d really like to see hers,” Joyce said, slowly walking in front of the seated teen, letting her robe completely open. Hands on her hips, she displayed her juicy cunt right before his unbelieving eyes. “You liked seeing mine; it stands to reason Buffy’s is even better.”

She got down on her knees in front of Xander.

“Of course, every mother wants what’s best for her little girl. So if you want to give my Buffy your cock, it’d better be some cock. Mind if I check for myself?”

Xander didn’t answer. He seemed dumbfounded. Joyce’s deft fingers acted for him, lowering his zipper. But his jeans were too tight for how big his stiff prick was. She couldn’t get it out through his fly.

“Stand up, honey,” Joyce said sweetly. “That big boner of yours can’t be hidden any longer.”

Xander numbly obeyed. Joyce quickly undid his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles.

“God, Xander!” she exclaimed, wrapping her fingers around the hardened shaft. It was easily the stiffest, longest prick she had ever seen, ever touched. “You’re as hard as steel. Is that all for me, or are you thinking of giving it to my sweet little Buffy?”

Xander sat back down, his manhood pointing straight up from his lap.

Joyce dropped her robe. “I might not give a monster like that up. So the only way you’re going to get to Buffy is if you satisfy me. How about it, Xander? Think you can fuck my brains out until my pussy can’t take anymore? Or is that big cock just for show?”

Xander stared at the nude woman presenting herself to him, challenging him with her body, daring him to make her come. Her nakedness, her bare breasts, her exposed cunt, all of her was only a few feet away. Xander had always thought of Buffy’s mother as a MILF, but he’d never realized just how sexy she could be until she turned her charms on him. 

“Do you want my hot little cunt or not?” Joyce whispered.

“Fuck yeah,” Xander breathed, held spellbound as Joyce approached him, bringing her pussy only inches away from his face.

“Then touch it.” She took his hand and held it to her sex. “Can’t get me off without touching my pussy…”

The feel of her cuntlips, glossy and slippery with her arousal, was almost enough to convince Xander he was dreaming. But there was no way he’d be lucky enough to have a dream like this without waking up. Either way, he couldn’t control himself anymore. He drove his middle finger deep into Joyce’s excited pussy.

“Ooooh, baby!” Joyce moaned, wiggling her hips around Xander’s penetrating finger. “That feels good, so good! Come fuck me. Fuck me on the bed Buffy was conceived in. You can feel how my wet cunt is just dying to have a prick in it.”

 

“Holy shit,” Xander blurted out as he got to his feet.

“Don’t give yourself a heart attack just yet,” Joyce giggled, taking him by the hand and pulling him towards the master bedroom. “Remember, once you’ve fucked my pussy apart, you’ll still have to satisfy Buffy. Lucky for you I know a lot of naughty games that will take the edge off.”

She led him to the bed, sitting him down on its edge, then shoving him down with her body. They kissed as she laid on top of him, but Xander was far too turned on to be satisfied with that, not for very long. In a fit of need, he rolled on top of her. 

Joyce felt his magnificently hard prick thrusting between her thighs. She couldn’t believe Buffy was single instead of dating this boy. Did she have any idea how much cum a teenager produced on a daily basis? She could’ve really been enjoying herself. So long as Xander wasn’t totally hopeless with his cock, they’d be a perfect couple. 

She reached down to grasp his big prick. Even if he was, she would teach him how to use it so even Buffy would know a good thing when she saw it. And so thinking, Joyce guided his member to her fuck-starved pussy.

“Oh God, that’s so hard!” she cried, squeezing the big, engorged shaft inside her hand. She was already trembling with anticipation as she pressed the cockhead against her slick opening. Xander groaned and rocked against her, grinding his straining prick against her pussy in defiance of her hold on it. “Shit, Xander, I hope you appreciate how much it’s going to hurt, being impaled on that freak of nature.”

“You want to stop?” Xander asked her, but the feel of her hungry cuntlips squeezing at his sensitive glans told him it was an academic question.

“Not on your life. You’d just better be careful with that thing when you’re fucking my Buffy. She doesn’t have my experience. You’re going to have to break her in.”

“Like this?” Xander asked her, driving himself into her all the way with one smooth thrust.

“Gghh!” Joyce squealed delightedly as he entered her, as he completely dominated her cunt, giving her sex-starved pussy exactly what it wanted. “Christ, that feels amazing! Feels like I’m—fuck—losing my virginity all over again!”

She rolled her body closer to his, trying to enjoy even more of his engorged cock, get it even deeper into her hungrily clasping sex. She could feel every vein running the length of his stony manhood, feel them rasping against the sensitive folds inside her.

“Fuck—Xander—holy shit—“ she gasped as his hot cock plunged into her slippery pussy. He used a steady, rocking rhythm on her like her owned her cunt.

Joyce was fuming with ecstasy, simmering with how deep it was inside her. After the frustration of being blown off by Conrad, it was glorious to have a hard, virile prick all to herself. She was full of life, full of him, enjoying every conquering stroke his lusty member gave her.

Digging her fingernails into Xander’s shoulder, she thrust her soft white hips up to meet his thrusts. Her open cunt sucked and milked at his length, frantic to have even more of it inside her hungry pussy.

“Jesus Christ, you can fuck!” Joyce cooed, unable to stop thinking about how beautiful it would be to have this same prick gliding in and out of her daughter. “You really can fuck!”

Xander could feel his manhood swollen to the point of throbbing, getting bigger and bigger, muscling aside the soft folds of Joyce’s sucking cunt to get still further inside her. His cock felt so full of the exquisite sensations her pussy gave it that he thought it would explode. 

He ground his sweaty, slippery body together with Joyce’s, their skin touching and rubbing as he pounded her receptive pussy harder and harder, always finding that she was able to take his overwhelming lust.

It felt like Joyce had been taking his cock for hours, lost in pleasure so great it might as well have been orgasmic, when she felt a build-up that was impossible to deny. A true explosion that was about to go off inside her, set off by the endless thrusting of his erection.

“Xander, Jesus, baby!” she gasped. “Fuck me harder! Harder!”

Both of them crazed with lust, their bodies clashed in frenzied abandon. Xander’s massive, hardened prick was the most delicious thing Joyce had ever experienced.

“Faster! Shit! Harder!” Joyce sobbed, wrapping her lush thighs around his waist, giving up more of her wet cunt to his attack.

Xander thrust even harder, faster, wanting as much as he could get of her cunt before his prick gave out. He could feel his balls tightening as his climax rapidly approached.

“Fuck, yes… so good!” Joyce shrieked, pulling her burning cunt even tighter into Xander’s plunging thrusts. “Please, I want it so bad! I’m almost there!”

The insane ecstasy of her arriving orgasm was nearly more than she could bear. Her long hair was all around her face as she threw her head from side to side, the ceiling spinning above her wide eyes. Her mouth gaped open, letting out rapturous squeals and sobs. 

“I’m coming, Xander! I’m coming!” she cried, arching her hips to hold herself against Xander as his cum gushed out of him, directly into her open cunt, her womb. “My pussy’s yours! You’re fucking filling it upppppp!”

Sweet agony held her, more than she could stand but she had no choice but to endure it, feeling Xander’s bloated cock rubbing her tautly sensitive clit as he pistoned into her. Covering his mouth with hers, she desperately kissed Xander until he’d fired the last spurt from his swollen prick.

“Oh, Xander,” she keened a few minutes later, her weakening embrace sliding off of him like he was too slippery to hold. “You’ll never know how bad I needed that. Fuck me again… fuck me all… day…”

She drifted into unconsciousness, leaving Xander tempted to continue fucking her as she had asked, but he couldn’t. He’d already fucked Cordelia that day. For some reason he had no doubt that Buffy would follow. This was close enough for now. 

Suddenly he had an inexplicable urge to find Ms. French. She’d be at school, obviously. With Willow and even Cordelia. This felt like his lucky day and there was no telling how much action he’d get.

Maybe things were turning around for the Xandman.