Buffy Beaten Update

Buffy stretched out on her bed and looked over her homework. She had been hoping that breakfast with Willow would be her chance to do it, but it looked like that wasn’t meant to be. Her only chance now was to rush through the questions and hope that she got at least a few right. 

Maybe she shouldn’t even bother. What was the point of getting into a good college and graduating with a degree? Her job was being the Slayer. Maybe she could video-tape some of the critters she fought and send the tape in to the Discovery Channel. They’d say it was Bigfoot and give her at least a couple grand. That sounded way more like her dream job than anything that involved math…

Buffy heard footsteps on the stairs, too big and loud to be her mother. She rolled over and saw Conrad leaning against her door. She still wasn’t used to having him around the house. Hence her door being open.

“Your mother’s still asleep,” he said. “Too bad for me. I’m an early riser and she’s not.”

“Maybe you wore her out,” Buffy said, though she didn’t know why. Because that’s what men do to dirty cunts, she thought, but of course didn’t say.

“I tried,” Conrad said. “Must be nice for you, seeing your mom so happy. I know it’s nice for me.”

He had been drinking. Buffy’s senses, too keen by half, picked it up as if wafted off him. His shirt was unbuttoned, a pelt of black hairs underneath, and Buffy looked away instead of looking at it, though she didn’t know why. It was just hair, after all. She had some herself…

“How about having a drink with me?” Conrad asked. “We’ll see if you’re as good company as your mom.”

Buffy shook her head no, but Conrad either didn’t notice or pretended not to. He sat down on her bed and handed her the can he’d brought with him.

“I don’t drink,” Buffy lied.

“It’s not drinking,” Conrad stressed, putting verbal scare quotes around the word. “It’s having a beer with your mom’s boyfriend. Don’t you think she’d want us to get along?”

Buffy sighed. She didn’t think she could get rid of him without giving in. It wasn’t that she disliked drinking, no matter how crazy that night at the Bronze had gotten, but she couldn’t very well go to school soused first thing in the morning. Still, she knew she could handle her liquor—one beer, at least. She held out her hand.

“That’s better,” Conrad said, handing the can to her.

Buffy felt a strange tingle inside her as his fingertips brushed against hers. She supposed it made some sense that her mom was dating him. He was handsome enough, and evidently he knew how to… treat a woman. Like he’d treated her when she hurt her leg. But of course, Joyce got far, far more from him than that. 

Buffy popped the tab and took a slow sip, immediately feeling the alcohol spreading through her with its dull warmth. She could get along with Conrad. She just had to… get used to him. Try to reciprocate the attention he was giving her. It did feel good to talk to someone who was more or less normal, without all the weirdness her friends were tied into. Willow and Cordelia and Xander, they all seemed like they were… anyway, that was high school. Everyone was mixed up. Whatever else he was, Conrad seemed sure of himself.

“How’d you meet my mom, anyway?” Buffy asked. “I know you work together…”

“Oh, that wasn’t it. We just happened to go to the same bar one night. She was with some other guy but he was a real zero. She dropped him, but I ended up picking her up. I took her into the alley behind the bar and fucked her until she begged me to take her home and tuck her into bed.”

Buffy stared at Conrad in shock. She halfway didn’t believe that she’d heard him right. But there was no mistaking the look in his eyes. He was thinking of Joyce, thinking about fucking her, and enjoying the thought.

“I’d better get to school now,” Buffy said.

“What’s your hurry?” Conrad asked. “Don’t you like hearing about me fucking your mother? You liked watching us enough the other night. If that’s your thing, you’re in luck. We fuck all the time. Your mother loves having a cock inside her. She’ll spread her legs anytime and be grateful as hell for it too. Grateful enough to do anything.”

“Don’t talk like that about my mom!” Buffy snapped, her eyes flashing with anger.

“You know it’s true. You saw what my friend and I did to her. I bet you’re jealous. I bet you wish you had someone to open that blonde muff for.”

“Fuck you,” Buffy hissed, trying to get up, but Conrad grabbed her and pulled her down onto the bed. She could still see that look in Conrad’s eye, but now she knew he was thinking of her. Thinking of her like he’d thought of Joyce before he’d fucked her brains out. 

Buffy was breathless. She didn’t know what to do, what she was feeling.

“That’s not very friendly,” Conrad griped. “I’m friendly to you.”

“My mom will kill you if she finds out—“

“Joyce isn’t going to do anything. She’s too grateful to be getting my cock to care who else is getting it.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “She put on your cheerleading uniform for me. I played star quarterback. Do you think she’s going to give that up just to stop you from whining?”

It scared her how truthful he sounded. Joyce looked at Conrad like he was some kind of god. Buffy didn’t know if she would believe her if it meant giving him up.

She tried to escape but Conrad held onto her tight. He wrapped his big arms around her waist and pulled her close, until she could smell the beer on his breath.

“Please!” Buffy whimpered.

“Please what?” Conrad retorted. “This is what you wanted. This is why you spied on us like a dirty cunt.”

He pushed his mouth against hers, his lips hard and warm. Buffy shut her lips tightly. He pressed his tongue against her mouth but she refused to let him in.

“Don’t play hard to get,” Conrad told her. “You little bitch! This is what men do to dirty cunts!”

He rolled her over and slapped her ass. Buffy gasped in surprise more than pain. She rolled over again and he put his hand on her throat, holding her down and squeezing until she was gasping for breath.

“C’mon,” he said. “Don’t you want to know what your mother’s getting? Don’t you want to feel what it’s like to be my whore too?”

Buffy nodded. She was frightened of him, frightened of the electricity she felt coursing through her. She wasn’t repulsed by him, wasn’t disgusted, wasn’t even angry. Her body wasn’t charging up the way she thought it would. She felt limp and receptive, barely able to move herself. Maybe she liked the fear. Like a roller coaster, she wanted to see what terror came next.

“You’ll love it,” Conrad said. “Just like Joyce does.”

He kissed her. Buffy opened her mouth. His long, slimy tongue pushed to the back of her throat. She moved her tongue against it, not sure what she was doing, but doing it until he drew his tongue back. She thought that if she pleased him, it would make him… something.

“That’s better, girl,” he said. “You learn fast when you want to. But your mother, now she didn’t have to learn. She was a born slut.”

He kissed her again. She opened her lips again. His thick tongue explored inside her mouth, while his hand moved up and cupped a svelte breast. Buffy couldn’t recall anyone ever touching her like that, certainly not a man such as Conrad, and her breasts suddenly felt warm, achingly warm. Her stiff nipples poked out through her halter top.

“Much better,” Conrad said. “I knew you were going to do your momma proud. Those tits of yours got nice and hot almost as fast as hers do.”

He stroked her breasts with both hands. Buffy tried to ignore it, but his tightening hands brought with them a rush of excitement. Her whole body was tingling. She squeezed her thighs together but the feeling didn’t stop. His hands were big and sweaty as they massaged her breasts.

“I’ve waited a long time to hold these,” Conrad told her. “They feel real tender to me. Do they feel as nice to you?”

He cupped her breasts tightly, rubbing his thumbs against her stiff nipples. Buffy opened her mouth to cry out, but she couldn’t. She could only push her chest against Conrad’s hot hands.

“Yeah, you’re having a real good time,” Conrad said. “Well, you’re really going to enjoy yourself before we’re through. I’m going to make you come even harder than Joyce does. And you’ve seen how hard that whore comes.”

Conrad rolled her back onto her belly so that he could undo her halter top from behind. Buffy realized too late what he was doing. He pulled her top off of her, letting her creamy breasts burst free. Buffy rolled onto her back again, her arms over her breasts, but she knew she didn’t cover him. She felt his eyes burning hot on the flesh of her cleavage.

“Beautiful,” Conrad said. “Just like your mother.”

He lowered his head to her and ran his tongue across a nipple that was stiffly offering itself to him. Buffy cooed. She couldn’t stop herself from making more and more noise as he kept ravaging her nipple, charging it with an endless amount of sensation. 

First he sucked the hardened bud into his mouth, pulling at it firmly with the pressure of his lips. Then he raked his teeth over it. The pain chasing the pleasure was the most exciting thing Buffy could remember feeling. He started sucking again and it felt even better, while still hurting a little, the intensity so great she could barely stand it.

“You shouldn’t do that,” Buffy moaned. “That’s… wrong…”

Even as she said the words, she realized she was lying. She didn’t want him to stop and the look Conrad flashed her showed that he knew it. She sucked on her nipple harder, more enthusiastically, obviously loving whatever taste it had, before his teeth dug gently into its engorgement. Buffy trembled all over, running her hands through her own hair just to have something to do.

“Oh shit!” Buffy cried. “I’ve never—it’s not supposed to—it feels so—wrong—so—good--!”

Conrad laughed at her as he moved to her other breast. The difference in sensation in her flat, insensitive nipple made Buffy feel like it was numb, but it soon responded to Conrad’s first little kiss, swelling until it felt like it would burst. He licked and sucked at it and Buffy felt like she would go mad with pleasure, writhing and struggling as if she was being tortured. He drank the pleasure from her breast like a vampire, clearly growing more aroused, more passionate, with every ounce of sensation invading her body. 

Then his lips briefly cleared her shaking body as he raised his head. Buffy didn’t give him time to speak or do anything else. She grabbed his head and kissed him, pushing her tongue as deep into his mouth as she could, running her fingers through his hair passionately. She didn’t know how she could be perverted enough to do this with an older man, her mom’s boyfriend, but she knew it felt so fucking good, better than touching herself had ever been, better than any other guy she’d ever been with.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help myself, I just can’t help myself,” Buffy gasped. “Please don’t stop. You can’t make me want it this bad and then stop…”

“I’m not going to stop,” Conrad drawled back at her, promising and threatening all at once. Buffy cringed even as she sighed in relief. “I’m gonna fuck you until I’ve had my fill and that won’t be for a while.”

Buffy almost protested when his hands moved to her ass, but she remembered that she wanted this, had just asked for it. In a moment, the strangeness of the sensation faded and it just felt so good, him grabbing two handfuls of her lush ass and squeezing roughly, so hard that it almost hurt. Then his fingers found the zipper of her shorts. He did everything for her; it was a little infuriating, having him take so much control, but only because she wanted him to rush, to rip her right out of her clothes. Instead, it seemed to take agonizingly long for him to tug her shorts down. Buffy hurried to kick them the rest of the way off. 

Conrad had left her panties on; he made no move to take them off her. Instead he ran his palm between her legs, cupping her mound inside her panties. His hand was so big that his fingers went under her sex, up between her buttocks, and she felt the pad of his middle finger touching her asshole. It was a crazy feeling, further confusing and exciting Buffy as she tried to figure it out. 

“Your panties are wet,” Conrad said, almost commiserating with her, babying her. “You must want someone to help you with that.”

“You know what I want,” Buffy said, adding a hushed “bastard” as an inescapable afterthought.

Conrad laughed from deep in his chest. “It takes a bastard to know what you want. Nice guys wouldn’t know what a dirty girl you are.”

He pulled her panties away, leaving Buffy completely naked. She didn’t care, except that now she was free of her clothes, with nothing between her and the satisfying things Conrad could do to her. 

She spread her legs for him. He stared into her cunt, grinning so lewdly that Buffy could believe he knew everything she wanted. Even the things she couldn’t dare say out loud. Even the things she could barely think.

“A natural blonde,” Conrad said. “Though I’ve always cared more about the pink than the hair color, myself. You’ve got a lovely shade of pink once it’s all glossy and wet…”

Buffy felt herself swoon a little, like he’d said something romantic—she was so overwhelmed with desire it was making her heady. Then Conrad moved down between her thighs. Buffy’s stomach dropped out of her like she was riding on a roller coaster, just seeing his mouth approach her sex with gluttonous intent. 

He didn’t waste any time on niceties, on easing her into the pleasure he had to give her. His tongue shot between her labia and inside her. Buffy couldn’t believe how good the shock of entry felt, and it was nothing compared to having his tongue inside her pink pussy, every moment inside electrifying her cunt and tantalizing her with the promise of fresh pleasure. She grabbed onto the back of his head and held him desperately tight against her womanhood.

“Don’t stop!” she cried. “Don’t stop! I’ll do anything! Please!”

His tongue traveled all over the inside of her sex. Somehow she also felt it brushing against her clit, even while he was inside her, halfway to her womb. It didn’t matter. Hot waves of need washed over her. She couldn’t believe the purity of wanting something so bad. Nothing mattered but feeling this good. She knew he was tasting her juices and she willed them to be the best thing he’d ever tasted so he would never stop eating her out. Buffy lifted her hips and pushed her sex into his tongue as hard as she could. The sweet fire in her pussy needed to be fed.

Just as she felt she’d die if the pleasure stopped, Conrad denied her. He pulled away from Buffy and the bed entirely, his eyes holding her as he undressed. Buffy’s own eyes were drawn irresistibly to his stiff erection pressing out from his boxers. It looked enormous. Almost enough to dissuade her from wanting it so badly.

“I’m going to let you take my boxers off,” he said to her.

Now Buffy could move—had to move. She was pulled almost magnetically from where she laid, going to him, padding across the bed on all fours to get to his hairy, muscular body. Her own thoughts were a mystery to her. She was afraid of him but she needed him. She’d dreamed of this but never in a million years would she have asked for it. And now it was happening and he was so damn big…

“Take my cock out,” he told her.

All Buffy knew was that she couldn’t refuse. She got down off the bed and knelt on the floor, as if making herself as small as possible, before she wrapped her hands around the waist of his boxers. She carefully pulled them down his hairy legs, trying not to look at what she uncovered, as if she could deny it a measure of power by pretending it wasn’t there. Her lips were dry. Buffy didn’t lick them either.

Conrad laughed and took her by the hair. He wrenched her close to his cock until she had to look at every inch of his girthy, bitch-breaking length. It looked so big that she wasn’t sure how her mother had survived, taking it night after night, over and over again.

“Take a good look, bitch,” Conrad said. “You’re going to find out how it tastes. You’re going to love having it in your mouth. You’re not going to know how you lived without sucking me off!”

He pulled her up by the hair and thrust her down on the bed, sliding down beside her. He worked with the same angry, chopping domination that he’d had as he worked her shorts off—taking her hand and bringing it to his swollen prick. Obediently, Buffy wrapped her fingers around it. It was hot and throbbing and slimy with precum. As if mesmerized, Buffy sought to please Conrad… stroking her hand up and down his shaft. More precum emerged from his cockhead, anointing her fingers.

“Sweet girl,” Conrad said. “You love my cock already, don’t you? You know how happy it made your mom and now you want it to make you a happy little whore too!”

More precum dripped from his glans and stuck to her hands. She felt his prick throb in answer to every move her hand made on its length. Buffy squeezed her thighs together, helplessly thinking of how good those throbs would feel inside her pussy.

“Yes, you hot little bitch!” Conrad breathed. “I’m going to give you this cock—I know you need it so fucking bad you can’t breathe. Maybe even as much as your mother wanted it. She wanted my cock so much, she said that if I fucked her, I could fuck you too.”

Buffy felt her neck muscles twitch, a spasm—trying to shake her head to deny what he was saying, about her and her mother, but she couldn’t dismiss any of it. Her pussy was quaking. She couldn’t take her eyes off his big prick. And if she was a whore, maybe her mother was one too. Maybe they were both just dirty cunts and Conrad was a man. And this was what Conrad did to dirty cunts. 

Conrad fit against her like it was the most natural thing in the world. He pushed her legs far apart and knelt between her open thighs, his swollen manhood pushing at her entrance, matting her pubic hairs with his boiling precum. Buffy felt hot excitement swirling through her, blurring her senses and weighting her down like she’d drunk a whole barrel of the stuff they served at the Bronze. 

It didn’t matter that Conrad had done this with her mother too. If it were her, she would’ve said that Conrad could fuck Joyce as well as her. Why not? Joyce was a dirty cunt. She was a dirty cunt. This was what happened to them, what was done to them. She didn’t care who did it. She just wanted it to happen.

“That’s it, baby, relax,” Conrad leered at her. “I’m going to make you feel even better than Joyce did. Your mom’s old and tired; she can’t keep up with me. But you’re young… sweet… you can take the pace. You can be the dirty cunt that she never could.”

He was grinning so fiercely that she could hear his filthy laughter as he pushed into her. Buffy gasped, feeling how far her pussy lips opened to let him in. It felt like she was being pulled apart! She tried to scoot back, away from the pain, but his big hands were on her trim waist, holding her like a beartrap.

“I told you what was happening, bitch,” Conrad said. “There’s no stopping now. I want that sweet pussy and I’m going to have fucking all of it!”

Buffy moaned, lost between pleasure and pain, not sure which she was voicing as he shoved himself into her virgin pussy. She stretched and stretched and stretched until she knew she was on the brink, about to lose it, to be his. He paused, letting her know that he’d only put his cockhead inside her, only the tip of his monstrous erection. Then Conrad gave a laugh and pushed again.

Buffy gasped as his manhood seemed to tear through her, ripping away whatever stood in its way to plunge deep inside her. Her pussy opened to let him in—she never would’ve believed it could stretch so much. She stopped feeling the individual folds of her pussy being opened and felt only the collective intensity of a red-hot fireplace poker being forced inside her.

“Take it out! Take it out!” she cried. “You’re killing me!”

“Nah. Just killing the virgin in you. Your mom didn’t have that problem; the two of you are a regular before and after picture. Now that you’ve lost it, you’ll be as big a slut as she is!”

His hands tightened on her waist, powerful fingers digging into her flesh as he fucked his cock in and out of her pussy. Buffy was crushed underneath the sensation of what he was doing, her thoughts blown apart by what was happening. The movements of her body happened almost without her. She rolled her hips up to his thrusting prick. She could almost feel its tip going into her belly.

“That’s better, doll,” Conrad purred lovingly. “That’s how you move your little cunt when a man is using it. You’re going to learn to be as good a fuck as your mother is!”

He took her virginity with quick, deep strokes; the bloated contours of his shaft rasped against her clit, giving her sharp jerks of pleasure that she couldn’t help but become addicted to. She lifted her ass for each thrust he gave her. Buffy knew she was losing control but she didn’t care. She didn’t know if she could care about anything but his cock.

“Fuck me faster,” she whimpered lowly. Conrad laughed. He gave her what she wanted, now that he’d made her want it.

Buffy delivered her pussy up to him, lifting her hips as high as she could. She could already feel his precum leaking inside her in prodigious qualities. She knew he would come soon. She didn’t know why, but she wanted his cum more than anything. She needed it like she needed everything else about him.

“Fuck me harder!” Buffy mewled. “Your cock feels so good… so good in my dirty cunt…”

Conrad slammed himself into her warm sex as hard as he could. She felt a shivering vibration go through her—she gasped for breath. It felt even better than being fucked by him; she hadn’t known anything could feel so good. The orgasms she’d given herself with her fingers were a sham, a pale imitation of what his cock could do.

“I’m coming!” Buffy gasped. “Your big cock is making me come! Feels so fucking good! Oh shit! Conrad! Shit! I’m fucking coming! It feels so—oh fuuuuuck!”

Conrad fucked her even harder, not letting up a bit as the wild shudders of her climax had their way with Buffy too. Her body seized again and again, her juices flowed out of her as he withdrew his cock and splattered everything when he thrust back in. 

“Your cunt feels good,” Conrad drawled. “Feels like your mother’s did before I broke it with this cock! You want me to break you too, bitch? You want me to leave your cunt gaping open like Joyce’s does?”

Buffy nodded frantically, tears in her eyes. She reached down to feel his heavy balls, holding them in her hand, simply marveling at all the cum in them. It’d soon be hers. His cock felt even bigger—she would never get used to it—and the precum he was feeding into her cunt was hotter than ever.

“Fill me with your cum!” Buffy groaned. “Fucking come in me!”

“You’re getting it,” Conrad huffed. “You’re going to get fucking all my cum! You little bitch! You hot little bitch! You dirty fucking cunt!”

He drove himself into her deep, so deep that her stomach bulged around his impalement, and then he exploded inside her. His engorged cock poured gallons into her. Buffy had no control over her body—she shook and quivered and twitched like a madwoman until his cock was completely drained. Only then did she feel him slip out of her cunt, if it could be called that anymore. To Buffy, it was more like a receptacle, a dumping ground for all Conrad’s seed. 

“What do we say?” Conrad asked.

“Thank you, daddy,” Buffy keened, her eyes open but vacant, glazed over as she tried to understand what it was she’d just felt—the whore she’d acted as. And yet, she spoke. Obedience came easily to her for some reason. “Thank you for making me your cum dumpster.”

“You’re very welcome, Buffy.”