Buffy Beaten update

Willow couldn’t stop thinking of Xander and Cordelia. She couldn’t get the taste of his cock out of her mouth either. She’d gorged herself on the sights and sounds of their fucking, her voyeurism, and now that overfull store inside her had finally ruptured. 

All through first period, she sat thinking of them together—Xander stroking his cock in a frenzy, Cordelia sitting down beside him and taking over—bending over his lap—slurping his prick into her mouth—jacking him off and sucking him and Willow knew how he tasted, knew how it felt when he came in her mouth. But still, she liked the thought of watching them. She liked seeing Cordelia being a whore more than being one herself.

As soon as the bell rang, she went where she always went when there was trouble. The school library. Unusually, Giles wasn’t there, but nothing seemed quite normal lately, so why should that? And Willow didn’t mind being alone. 

She went up onto the landing and behind one of the bookshelves nestled right up next to the wall. It was off to the side of a doorway into the library, but one that was even less used than the main door. There was a wooden step stool there, between the wall and the bookshelf. 

Willow sat on it, pretending she didn’t need to masturbate, but knowing she was going to. She was a voyeur, but she didn’t need to watch Xander and Cordelia to get off. At least not now, so soon after that morning. It was enough to have a little time to herself and her memories and that taste. She wanted to fuck herself here, almost in public, even if she didn’t dare get caught…

She took a book off the shelf, giving herself a clear view through the bookshelf to the rest of the library and the main door. If someone were to come in unexpectedly, Willow would be able to see them and cover up. She might get scolded for playing hooky, but at least she’d have time to take her fingers out of her cunt.

And it was a nice spot for romance. She would’ve loved to watch Xander and Cordelia here, fucking each other like they had after she’d eaten Xander’s cum—his cock lubricated from Willow’s mouth, Cordelia’s pussy wet from watching Willow blow her boyfriend.. Sunlight from the transom windows gleamed off the spines of the old leather volumes filling the shelves. The light illuminated the central clearing of the library—the table and chairs Willow and her friends had gathered around a thousand times—while casting the space between the shelves into deep shadow. Dust motes danced in the shafts of California sun, underscoring the quiet. She wondered how loud her fingers would be as she made herself come. She remembered the sound of Xander’s cock inside of Cordelia’s pussy…

Willow lifted her skirt. She pushed her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. They were already soaked at the crotch; she folded them neatly and put them in her backpack. Then she sat back down on the stool, pulling her skirt above her waist. She looked down at her sex, feeling a mingled, rueful affection for it. It had given her so much pleasure. She didn’t understand why no one but that Conrad person seemed to want it. Willow stared at it as if looking for defects and her pussy rippled under her gaze, as if she were getting warm from spying on her own cunt. Maybe I should make a sex tape, Willow thought to herself. Then she could watch people fuck as much as she wanted.

She leaned down, getting closer to her pussy, now able to smell the heat of her arousal. If she could’ve bent a few more inches, she would’ve been able to tongue her own cunt the way Xander did for Cordelia, only no lover required. The thought made her tremble, but she knew it was impossible. She’d actually been pathetic enough to try once. Maybe Buffy could do it. She was certainly flexible enough. That could be why Buffy didn’t seem to get as stupidly horny as the rest of them. Willow would’ve loved to see her eat her own pussy. God, she would’ve helped her. If Conrad had liked having two women mouthing his cock, then two women licking a pussy had to be good too!

The fantasy sprang into Willow’s mind fully formed. She didn’t try to dislodge it. She’d think about sucking Cordelia off while she touched herself. Why not? Xander seemed to come in her all the time, so one way or another, Willow expected Cordelia’s pussy to taste wonderful.

She opened her cunt lips with her hands and stared at the pink inner flesh, streaked with her juicy arousal. Willow pretend that was Cordelia’s pussy, and as she touched it, she was getting ready to lower her mouth to it, suck and kiss until she’d tasted all the sweet nectar that Cordelia had to offer. Willow felt like she was just about to actually go through with it, clamp her mouth onto Cordelia’s sex, when she heard the door open.

Shit! Willow thought, slightly surprised by the curse word even if it was only in her own head. She lowered her skirt, not worried about being caught—even Principal Snyder wouldn’t check to see that she was wearing underwear—but annoyed and frustrated as hell that the orgasm she’d been looking forward to had been cut off.

Maybe they wouldn’t stay. Willow looked through the gap in the bookshelf to see who’d interrupted her. It was Giles’s new assistant, Ampata. That explained him not being there. Probably he’d entrusted her with running the check-out desk that morning and then, not being up to his punctual standards, she’d ended up running late. 

Willow watched her, willing the woman to fetch something and then leave again so that she could at least finish herself off. Willow must’ve been really turned on, because despite the professional, uninteresting ensemble that Ampata wore—a dowdy tweed skirt, a high-collared blouse, and a sexless cardigan—Willow found it interesting to spy on her. With her newfound appreciation of women, it was hard not to be aware of how nubile Ampata was, with her pert, thrusting breasts and her trim little ass, even if her clothes hardly showed it. Her dark hair was long and luscious, despite her otherwise severe demeanor. Willow wished she could get a better look at her.

Her wish was granted. Ampata lifted her tweed skirt. Willow felt her chin fall. Underneath all that sexless fabric, Ampata had on a black garter belt and thong panties. Not that Willow had long to look at them. Ampata squirmed the panties down her legs and took them off. Her cunt was shaved bare; Willow caught a glimpse of damp pink as Ampata lifted her knee to take the panties off her foot, but not a trace of darkness. Ampata opened a drawer on the check-out desk, dropped her panties inside it, then sat on the edge.

Jesus Christ, Willow thought. Ampata was going to do it too. She was here in the library to get herself off just like Willow was! She smiled, now pleased that Ampata was here with her. She’d just wanted a lesbian encounter; getting herself off while secretly watching Ampata fuck herself as well was the next best thing. Willow almost wanted to reveal herself, suggest they both help each other with their kinky little itch, but she was far too shy for that, naturally.

Willow cupped her hand against her mound, the pressure stirring her lust back to life, and she waited for Ampata to start touching herself. Ampata lifted her hand—but only to look at her wristwatch. Willow’s brow furrowed. What was she waiting for? She couldn’t possibly be so disciplined that she scheduled her orgasms. It was a mystery, but one that was quickly solved. A push bar squeaked inward and then the door to the library opened.

Willow expected Ampata to lower her skirt. She didn’t. She held it up, sitting with her trim ass on the edge of the desk, so much of her beautiful body fully exposed.

Giles came in. He closed the door behind him with an uncharacteristic spring in his step. An erection was bulging in his pants. Willow stared at the outline of his hard cock in awe. Ampata gazed fondly at it too, obviously not for the first time.

They’re lovers! Willow realized. And they were going to fuck, right here, right now, with Willow in the perfect position to watch!

Willow felt both voyeuristic joy and total astonishment. She’d never thought of Giles as having a sex life, normal human urges and desires, or even a prick under all his stately, dignified wardrobe. She knew he was a Watcher undercover—it was easy to give into that deceit and not take notice of him. He could just be a part of the library, as unremarkable as a card catalog.

Now he was making her pussy burn in her hand. Willow pressed down more firmly on it, but otherwise didn’t move her hand, wanting to wait until they got started before she joined in by masturbating. That way, it would be more like her pleasure was a part of their pleasure.

She’d never realized before how much fun it was to watch. It made Willow wonder how much she would’ve gotten off if, instead of sucking Conrad off alongside Cordelia, she’d been watching. Sex tape, she thought again, insistently. The only thing better than watching two fuckers go at it would have to be watching them fuck and remembering it all because she was one of them.

Giles moved toward the desk as if overcome with a need for what Ampata had exposed to him, but he stopped himself halfway there—undoing his bowtie and unbuttoning his shirt. Ampata tormented him, parting her thighs to let him get a clearer view of her sex. Willow enjoyed the sight even more than Giles. Ampata’s pussy was wet with arousal, quivering enough to blur at the edges. It would look wonderful splayed around Giles’s cock.

Giles still held firm, taking off every stitch of clothing until he stood naked before Ampata. Willow was no authority on pricks, but she could tell this one was a masterpiece. His cockhead was a swollen purple slab flaring out from a thick shaft, while his length sprung out from over two testicles like baseballs. Willow felt her mouth water as much as her pussy melted. How in the hell could Ampata be that lucky?

Giles stood there, shoulders back and cock erect, proudly displaying its hardness. His cockhead rose so high that he seemed to be aiming it at Ampata. And her cunt overflowed, nectar running down her labia and glistening on the inside of her buttocks, dripping from the edge of the desk. The black straps of her garter belt framed her juiciness like a work of art.

Giles moved for her, obviously deciding that he’d had enough temptation, that now was the time for satisfaction. Ampata stopped him with a foot against his chest.

“You want to eat my pussy,” Ampata said, making it not a question at all. “You can.”

Willow almost squealed out loud, hearing that.

Giles knelt down. Ampata, perched on the very edge of the desk, arched her back so that her sex was thrust out to meet him. Giles bowed his head, his tongue out of his mouth before he had even reached her cunt.

Willow came.

She hadn’t even been fingering herself, just holding her pussy in her hand as if protecting it from the raw sex Giles and Ampata were sharing in. But what she saw, holding the idea of it in her mind, excited her so much that she couldn’t contain herself. Her cream doused her hand. She shuddered, her climax rippling through her before piquantly subsiding, leaving her even hotter than before.

Giles lapped at Ampata’s inner thighs with long, fluid strokes of his tongue, stopping just shy of her pussy. Then he ran his tongue along her groin, in parallel to her open slit. He made Ampata pant and shudder. As torturous as it looked, Willow would’ve given anything for it to be her there instead of only watching. She looked from Ampata’s quivering pussy to Giles’s huge balls hanging down between his thighs. She was as eager for Giles to devour that tasty-looking pussy as Ampata was.

Willow wondered if Ampata had ever had a woman eat her out. She clearly enjoyed oral sex—it made Willow think. And it certainly didn’t make her a lesbian if she went down on Ampata, so long as she was doing it to make Ampata return the favor. She would have loved having Giles fuck her as well, or come in her mouth like Xander had. Willow rubbed at her sex, not bothering to keep pace with them anymore. It didn’t matter if she came first. Watching this, she knew she would come again and again, until she’d enjoyed the fuck as much as they had.

Giles buried his face in Ampata’s pussy, tonguing and sucking like he suddenly needed as much of her as he could get. Willow could see his tongue thrusting through Ampata’s labia and his lips sucking at her swollen clitoris. She heard the juicy sounds of Ampata’s cunt being devoured. 

Giles’s head bobbed against Ampata’s lap and he moaned as he ate, enjoying what he tasted. Ampata stroked his graying hair. Her shapely legs squeezed his temples, then spread wide, thighs quivering as she held herself open.

“Stop!” Ampata gasped.

Giles kissed her pussy one last time and then drew back obediently.

Willow didn’t know why on earth Ampata had made him pause for even a second. If it’d been her, nothing at all would’ve prevented her from coming right in his hungry mouth.

Ampata slid down off the desk. She turned around, leaning over it, her hands slipping back to cup her buttocks and spread them. Her tight pink asshole stood exposed.

“You can eat this too.”

Giles ran his tongue up the valley between her buttocks. He reached her anus and drove his tongue into it. Ampata squirmed, grinding her ass against Giles’s face as he stabbed his tongue into her rectum.

“Mmmmmm!” Ampata purred, drawing her fingernails across the surface of the desk as Giles tongued her hole with relish. “Now do my pussy again.”

No sooner had Giles pulled away then Ampata turned over. Giles pressed his eager face between her legs again, lapping at her cunt even more hungrily. Ampata shuddered wildly, her pussy more sensitive than ever as Giles ate her with more gusto to match. She panted hotly. Giles’s mouth traveled up her slit and reached her throbbing clitoris. He sucked at it sweetly, like it was the tastiest morsel of all.

Ampata’s juices ran over his tongue and glistened on his lips. Giles thirstily sucked away more. Willow came again, as if she were feeling what Ampata was feeling, enjoying the lavish passion that Giles was pleasing her with. He licked Ampata through a series of clenching spasms until she was slumped down on top of the desk, her hips spiked up in the air, her climax trailing off. Giles kept lapping at her pussy, making sure he had every drop of Ampata’s nectar.

Then he stood up, his face covered with her cream, his teeth showing wolfishly as he grinned expectantly. His cock jutted out in front of him, bigger than ever. Please fuck, please fuck, Willow begged them inwardly. If Ampata didn’t give that big prick the treatment it deserved, she would.