Buffy Beaten update

Willow watched as Xander emptied himself into Cordelia, like she was a black hole, eating up all he had to give her and giving back only satisfaction. Willow saw the calm that rushed in after, filling the void of all the passion they’d expended. For another few seconds she kept watching, then she forced herself to back away from the window. She wasn’t worried about them seeing her. Let them. She didn’t care anymore. It didn’t matter, now that Cordelia was Xander’s official cum dumpster, giving him storage space for all his cock in exchange for nothing more than her perfect body, with those big tits and that fat little ass that sat on top of her long legs like a flower on the end of a stem…

Willow had snuck around to the backyard of the Harris place in order to look into Xander’s window. Now she laid down in the moonlight, shielded by the fence with its peeling paint—even that shabby and louche here on the bad side of town. It fit her mood. Everything was dirty and debauched and she joined in, pulling her shorts and panties down, then slipping her hand to her cunt, rubbing herself frantically. She had to get rid of the lust that had filled her, watching Xander and Cordy. It stunk of them and she wanted it gone. But as she fucked herself and caressed her tits the way she’d seen Xander do for his girlfriend, she pictured him anyway. She saw Xander bending over her as Cordelia must’ve seen him.

He slid himself inside her, about to fuck her just like he had fucked Cordelia. His prick rode smoothly into her virgin pussy, unused and untested, only for him. It met with his satisfaction, being able to mold it to only his cock. He was the only man who would ever use her and he pumped and thrust just like that, doing the work of ten men, making her a slut even though he was the only lover for her.

Willow rolled around on the crabgrass, her pussy tingling, her legs tensing as she wanted so very badly to wrap them around Xander’s firm physique. She felt his hands on her breasts, his mouth claiming hers. Willow hunched her ass, driving her pussy onto his stiff prick, urging him on because he was so worried about hurting her, but she didn’t want him to worry. She wanted him to take a sledgehammer to her virginity.

Willow felt her climax mounting inside her, her body shaking with the delirious spasms that would soon become one all-mighty clench. She felt Xander coming down on her, his body going up and down, cock in and out, until she was ready to scream, to cry, to beg for mercy. And she fingered her cunt until she was on the edge of orgasm. She pictured Xander fucking her, Buffy fucking her, even Cordelia with Xander’s plunging cock inside her. 

“Oooo!” she whimpered. “Fuck me! Somebody fuck me! Please fuck me, anybody, I want to be fucked, I’ll fuck anyone, I’ve gotta fuck!”

Finally, she envisioned Conrad and his big cock as he came all over her. Willow worked her cunt into a sexual frenzy, then shook as her climax hit, shattering her taut body into a million limp pieces.

She was still afterwards. Inside the house, she could hear Cordelia’s mincing little footsteps moving around, so light on her feet and so unashamed. Willow imagined Cordy could smell her all the way outside. She was certainly inundated by the smell of her own cunt. Like everyone on the block knew what she had been doing, had heard her come.

The backdoor opened. Cordelia stood there, silhouetted by the light from inside, but Willow could still see the pink of her splayed cunt and the white of the cum that filled it from the recesses of her womanhood to the lips of her pussy, even draining down to coat her thighs like melting ice cream.

“This is what men do to dirty cunts,” Cordelia said as if hypnotized.

Xander came up behind her. He was naked. Hard. He turned Cordelia around to face him and there, so close to the doorway that Cordelia’s leg landed on the welcome mat, Xander pressed her against the wall and fucked her again.

“This is what men do to dirty cunts,” Willow whispered as she saw them fuck as if their last shared orgasm had only whetted their appetite for more.

***

Eventually—after using Cordelia until she could be nothing but his bitch, nothing more than a sexual plaything—Xander came in her again. There was no more room for his cum and her pussy couldn’t expand anymore, no matter how much Cordelia whinged and cried out. So his cum came out the other way, forcing the old load out in dribbles and gulps from Cordelia’s overused pussy. It drizzled on their legs and feet and the floor as Cordelia’s eyes rolled back into her head and a moony smile accompanied her wheezing attempts at breath. 

Finished for now, Xander dragged Cordelia back inside. Willow had no doubt they would christen another part of the house with their newfound sex life. She even felt an urge to sneak through the unlocked backdoor—it was actually open a crack—and watch them continue. Her pussy was so tight, so lustful—so virginal—that it hurt. 

She pulled her pants up instead and went home. When she let herself in, her lust had died down to a manageable throb and she felt ready to face her parents. In fact, she could use her soothing, understanding mother right about then. She called out, hoping to hear either of them, but no one answered. Still away. Willow guessed she should be relieved. No one to yell at her for staying out past curfew and watching her best friend fill the worst girl in school with his cum.

She entered her bedroom and stopped dead in her tracks. On her perfectly made bed was a crumpled pair of panties. They had not been there when she’d left and Willow was not the type to misplace anything in her room let alone her unmentionables.

Her angst momentarily forgotten in favor of curious confusion, Willow picked up her panties. To her surprise and horror, they were sticky and stiff, with some gooey substance covering their every inch. Willow had seen Xander exude enough of that slime to know what it was. She dropped them, crying out with disgust as she realized the cum had been warm.

Loud laughter behind her. Willow spun around to see Conrad standing there. His thickly muscled arms were folded across his broad chest. His shirt was tight over his brawny torso, while his pants were equally tight along the bulge of his huge erection.

“What—what are you doing here?” Willow cried.

“Isn’t it obvious? I came here to borrow your pretty little panties,” he said huskily, his eyes burning into Willow’s body in a way that awoke her skin to the scummy feeling of his cum covering her entirely. She felt like she needed another shower. “They smelled real good. I gotta wonder—do they get it from your nice little pussy or does your pussy smell good from being inside those sweet panties all day?”

“You have to leave,” Willow said nervously, feeling a strange ache deep in her cunt. It got even stronger and even deeper as her skin crawled. She couldn’t believe she’d let this man come all over her. She felt like she was coming out of amnesia, remembering every detail of how he’d ejaculated on her face and her tits and in her hair…

“Why?” Conrad grinned. His hand grasped Willow’s shoulder. He pulled her toward him. “Don’t you want me to do that to more of your cute panties? Maybe the ones you’re in right now. You sure liked it when I came in your face. Imagine how it’ll feel when I come that hard in your sweet, tight pussy.”

“Hey! Quit it!” Willow exclaimed, struggling to push his massive bulk away. He let her slip away with an amused smile. “Wait just a darn minute here…”

“No waiting,” Conrad laughed, taking her in hand again. His fingers closed on her like metal, while his voice grew husky. “Ever since I showered you in my cum, I’ve been waiting to give you a repeat performance. My balls are so full now that I can’t wait a second longer. And I’m not going to!”

He pulled Willow against him, his mouth covering hers in a deep, hard kiss that actually forced her head back. Willow struggled to push him away, but this time he wasn’t letting her go. Her foot lashed out with desperate force, but Conrad didn’t care even when it spiked into his shin. Instead, he threw her down onto the bed. Willow clawed her way up to her feet, but Conrad slapped her across the face. Willow fell heavily back down to the mattress, her cheek blazing from the force of his blow.

“That’s enough,” Conrad said, now very serious, almost solemn. “I’m not in the mood to play games. You settle down and you’ll have a good time. If you don’t, you’ll get the back of my hand. Maybe you’d enjoy that, maybe no, but either way, you’d enjoy my cock a lot more. You enjoyed it the first time, remember?”

Willow looked up dazedly at him. Slowly, she nodded. She had wanted Xander exactly like this, to be rough and confident and to push her a little where she was too nervous to let herself be his. Conrad wasn’t Xander. But she wasn’t Cordelia either. And she couldn’t fight him off, not when he was so big and strong. Maybe she could just do a little, like last time. Then, he’d been satisfied just to watch her and Cordelia—together. Maybe now, he could just watch her do stuff or look at her or… something.

She felt a flash of vindictive bitterness toward Xander. She could be doing something with him right now if he weren’t so hung up on Cordelia. Instead, she’d be doing it with this creep. It almost felt like she was rubbing this in Xander’s face—denying her charms to him, giving them to this strange man instead…

Conrad watched her go limp with acceptance. “I like the hair,” he said. “You know the thing about redheads? Girls with red hair have pussies that can’t get enough!”

“That’s not true!” Willow hissed at him, slight body heaving with anger.

Conrad’s lust only increased as he saw her darken with fury, despite how helpless she was lying there. His cock swelled inside his boxers. He licked his lips.

“Well,” he said, “we’ll see.”

Conrad reached down to grab her blouse and rip it open, exposing her tits. They were small enough not to need a bra and Willow saw the gleam in his eyes as he examined her modest breasts. He planted one knee between her legs on the bedspread and knelt over her, spreading his fingers over the soft swell of her cleavage, closing his hands on them. He could twist all of their heft in his big hands, then cup them gently, with loving caresses. As the massage went on and on, Willow felt her breasts seem to glow with a swelling excitement that seemed impossible to her.

She had set her mind against feeling anything; if Conrad was going to fuck her, she would do no more than be an opening he could rut in. Yet her body betrayed her. The flush of anger that had covered her initially was now tingling its way into something else. Her breasts throbbed at his touch. Her nipples hardened until they were more sensitive than Willow had known her body was capable of feeling.

“Do you feel bad about having small tits?” Conrad asked with solicitous admiration. “How about now? Now that what they’re feeling is so big?”

He bent over her and took one of those abjectly sensitive nipples into his mouth. Willow shook unwillingly as he sucked at her, seeming to draw all her sensations into her fat nipple. She twisted around on the bed with the sheer volume of what she was feeling, all while cursing her flesh for its weakness. She tried to fight the surge of pleasure that came from his mouth and burrowed deep into her chest. She tried not to feel it, but it insisted on being hers.

His hands stroked her svelte thighs, teasing out sensations Willow hadn’t known were in them. Slowly, tauntingly, he moved his fingers up to her groin. Willow gasped as she felt his first knowing touch. She writhed in slow, erotic denial as the contact went right through her jeans, her panties, to open her cuntlips and touch the flesh inside her mound.

“Warm,” Conrad observed. “Red-hot, even.”

Conrad pulled her pants and panties down, Willow pliant as a doll as he worked them off her feet. Then he stood before her, unzipping his fly and letting out his throbbing shaft. The sheer reality of it brought Willow back to herself and she stared at it in disbelief. She didn’t know who was bigger, him or Xander, but she’d never touch Xander’s and Conrad’s was about to touch her. She wondered if it was possible she’d made him this big, this hard. Her lips parted wetly as she swelled with pride. He wanted to fuck her, didn’t he? That meant she’d made him hard. How else could it have happened?

“Play with it,” Conrad told her. “Stroke it with your hand. I want to be rock-hard before I go into you. A nice redhead cunt like yours needs the very best to be satisfied.”

Jarred by his crude words, Willow was flooded with hesitation as she reached for his cock and wrapped her hand around the firm shaft. She got caught up in fascination with how the cockhead swelled like a tightened fist. Her hand almost automatically skimmed lightly over his length, letting Willow see how his foreskin glided back and forth over his helmet. Then she caught him firmly in her hand and pumped harder. Conrad growled at her growing ferocity. She held on tightly to his manhood, pumping it steadily, feeling it get harder and hotter with her continued touch. It throbbed in her palm. She forced her other hand to let go of its deathgrip on the sheets and instead fondle his balls.

“Goddamn! No wonder you got Cordelia off so hard!” Conrad gasped, then turned threatening. “Don’t make me come before I get in that pussy.”

Willow’s face fell. She wished she could. That would be at least a small victory, to deprive him of fucking her, even if she still had to let him come. He was wise to her, though. She couldn’t do it. 

“Nice try, though. Cordelia would’ve just opened her legs, like she did for Xander. You’re a bit more willful. But if you turn me on too much, I’m going to go ahead to fourth base before we’ve gotten you ready for the game. I can live with that. Can you?” 

He reached between her legs again. One hand touched her sex while the other massaged her chest. Willow went cross-eyed as both sensations hit her at once. Any thought she had of being in charge vanished. No matter how good it was making Conrad feel for her to jerk him off, it could not possibly feel anything like this. She giggled as his middle finger explored inside her.

Then it was outside her, tracing her clit, and the thrill of it ran deep inside her sex. He clutched her breasts, her erect nipples caught between his fingers, and the tightness of his grip sent pleasure up and down her swanlike chest. Willow kicked and rubbed her thighs together, electric with how she was being prepared, he was getting ready to fuck her.

Then suddenly it was time. He was on top of her, his hard cock pressed into her groin. She felt his cockhead, round and swollen, pushing against her labia. She quivered at the closeness of him, her nearness to being fucked. Her pussy tightened and even seemed to come a little as she waited for him to be inside her. 

“Tight little thing, huh?” Conrad grunted as he probed inside, forcing her open, stretching her. This is what Cordelia felt, Willow told herself. That lucky bitch. “We’ll have to loosen you up, firecrotch. Shit, I thought your friend Xander had a cock on him. You feel like you haven’t been fucked by anything hung better than a housefly!”

He put both hands on her waist, his fingers biting deeply into her soft flesh. His ass clenched, his back rolling as he thrust himself violently into her resisting sex. Willow felt the sharp tension of being entered, the sudden pain, then he was in her. She gaped at being torn, open, exposed. Blood welled inside her, but the pain only gentled as Conrad kissed her passionately. His cock was thankfully still, though throbbing harshly. With how taut and pained and tense she felt, Willow couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have him pumping into her.

“Still so nice and tight,” Conrad gasped. “I’m going to ride you like hell!”

He moved one hand to her ass, squeezing her firm buttocks, while the other one moved up to her chest. There wasn’t any gentleness in how he touched her now. His hand pushed hard into her right breast, mashing it into her body, while he plunged his cock into her with lust-maddened need.

“Hnn!” he grunted. “Fuck! Ride this pussy hard! Gh! Go nice and deep!”

With each thrust, his shaft rubbed her clit, bringing sparks of pleasure to the numbness of Willow’s lost virginity. But the sparks went deeper and deeper. Her thighs clenched, her breath coming in short gasps as Conrad seemed to get larger and hotter inside her. Her breasts pulsed sensually under his groping hand. Her passion was mounting. Willow couldn’t stay passive, couldn’t just lie there and ignore his pumping cock. She was getting turned on every bit as much as she had with him and Cordelia. In fact, she’d been turned on for a long time. Now it was impossible to ignore.

Her desire peaked, overflowing whatever resistance Willow had left. She wanted to feel his cum pouring all throughout her the same way she had felt it spill over her face and body. She wanted to take his cock to the hilt. Willow found herself thrashing about, lifting her hips to his lunging prick, helping him to drive her body toward a wild climax.

“Oh fuh—“ Willow groaned, teeth grinding as she tried to resist one last time, but it was useless, pointless. “Fuck me! Fuck me, Conrad, fuck me hard! Haaa, fill me up, hurry, do it! Come on! Fuck! Ooooh! Your cock!”

“See? Just a horny ginger pussy with a girl wrapped around it,” Conrad panted. “I’ll teach you how to use that cunt! Mmhhh!”

His body hammered into hers. His cock plunged inside of her, throbbing potently with each stroke. His hands shuddered and shook as they felt out her svelte body. Willow raised her legs to wrap them tightly around his waist, as if she could hold in the passion that was building and building between them.

“Fhh! Mmmmm! I’m coming!” Willow cried. “I’m coming all over your cock! Fuck me too! Give it to me! Ooooh! Pour it all into me!”

Conrad’s load surged out of his balls, his shaft swelling inside her as it pumped his seed out. Willow convulsed with the sensation of his hot cum filling her. She gasped and panted as he emptied his balls inside her, stuffing more and more into her body until Willow didn’t know how it could all possibly fit inside her tiny virgin pussy. But of course it wasn’t a virgin pussy anymore.

“Ha! Fuck! Fuck your cunt, bitch!” Conrad yelled. “Take it! Take it all! It’s all for you! Rrrrh! And that’s what your pussy’s for!”

He shook in a final spending of lust, then slowed his thrusts into one slow, lengthy stroke after another. Willow still held him tightly, her body glowing with the pain forgotten and the soft, warm afterglow of her rapture filling her instead. Still he was coming in her, still streaming his cum into her womanhood until its white erased all traces of her red blood. He caressed her affectionately, as if rewarding her for the loving devotion she looked up at him with. Willow crooned. The pain of her stretched, opened pussy felt only like satisfaction now that she was full of his seed.

“That was real nice,” he told her after catching his breath. “You’re a hell of a fuck.”

Willow felt herself ache, the blood seeming to flow once more through her virgin body—now defiled. She smiled softly though. She had meant to lose her cherry to Xander and he hadn’t wanted it. He’d wanted Cordelia. So Conrad had taken his place. Willow had lost her virginity and found something else. She knew now what it was to be fucked. And now that she knew how good it was, she would never settle for less again.

Willow’s limbs shook, but she still held on tightly to him, her heart pounding in wonderment. “This is what men do to dirty cunts,” she said.

Conrad patted her hip. “That’s right, Will. That’s absolutely right.”