Buffy Beaten update

Do it to me. Spurt your cum deep in my pussy. Feed my cunt with your hot, gooey semen. I want it all—your cock, your cum… everything you’ve got, wherever you want to put it…

Willow had no idea what she wanted to say to Xander to get him into bed, but she knew what wanted to say it. She didn’t know quite what had happened with Conrad and Cordelia, but it had been—kinda sexy. Sexual. Sensual. There had been semen and penises and both she and Cordelia’d had vaginas, so… Anyway, it was proof that she wasn’t just some awkward, dead-below-the-waist spaz like people said. She had come just like Cordelia. So if Xander wanted a vagina, she had a vagina too. And she didn’t look gross just because she was pale and redheaded. Pale redheads were hot. Spider-Man dated one. So did Prince Eric. Xander kinda looked like Prince Eric. Or, if he put on a spider-suit, he’d look like Spider-Man…

Willow didn’t know if she looked like Mary Jane Watson. No matter how hard it rained, her breasts wouldn’t look so big in a see-through dress. But she thought she looked nice. Buffy kept telling her how good she’d look if she dressed up and Willow guessed she was right. After all, Buffy was the Slayer… and a cheerleader… she was pretty trustworthy.

Willow got out of her car wearing a thin Tommy Hilfiger tanktop and a high-waisted pair of shorts with basically no pantlegs to speak of. It showed off a lot of her legs, not that she had a lot of leg, and it was very tight on her breasts, not that she had much breasts. But she felt very sexy—even if that might have something to do with the cum that’d sprayed all over her before she’d washed it off and how she’d fingered Cordelia and made her come.

Willow flattened her hands over the back of her shorts. It was really tight there. Someone could see pretty much all of her crack. Maybe, when she rang Xander’s doorbell, she’d turn around, so that when she’d answer it, he’d get the ass part, then she’d turn to face him and show him how her nipples poked through her braless ensemble. They were really hard tonight. Maybe she should see a doctor; usually they’d go down after a while…

Then she saw Cordelia’s car in the driveway of Xander’s house. There were no other cars there—she took it Xander’s mom had left again and his was probably on a bender. But on the porch, Xander was sitting with Cordelia, who had gone full minidress. Her long legs were practically bare, crossed at the thighs to show off the sadomasochistic heels she wore, and the black satin of her ensemble opened up at the front, leaving a wide vee that plunged down between her breasts and displayed a sparkly pendant dangling in her cleavage. 

Willow marched toward them, her heart pounding and her stomach tightening. There was no way, after treating Xander like some yapping annoyance dogsitting gig for so long, that Cordelia was going to take him now.

But Cordelia smirked at Willow, giving an approving, condescending nod to Willow’s would-be glamorous look. “Look who’s here. Xander, do you have a homework assignment due? Need someone to study with?”

“Nah. Sorry, Wills, Cordelia really wanted to hang out. I didn’t know you were coming. Maybe we could order a pizza. I mean, three of us, that’s enough to finish off even an extra large. And the refrigerator’s on the fritz, so leftovers are no bueno…”

“Actually,” Cordelia simpered, reaching over to caress Xander’s arm, “I thought we could talk privately. After all, I am your girlfriend. Doesn’t that entitle me to some special Xander privileges?”

“Yeah, I suppose so. Another time, Will. Sorry you came all the way for nothing.”

“But I really need to talk to you!” Willow managed.

Xander stood up. “Ah, shit, is it Hellmouth stuff?”

“Well, no,” Willow admitted. “But it’s about us and it’s kinda important…”

Cordelia stood up as well, wrapping herself around Xander’s arm. “Xander, it’s getting late. Why don’t we go inside and talk before I’m too tired? Besides, it’s getting dark. Willow should get home before the streetlights come on.”

“But I really need—would like to talk to my friend,” Willow stressed.

Xander put his finger to Willow’s lips. It smelled like Cordelia. “We can talk tomorrow, y’know, at school? What else are we gonna do there? Learn.”

“Xander…” Cordelia ran her hand over his cheek. Willow didn’t want to think what it smelled like. “Why don’t you go inside and make me a drink? You know how I get when I’ve been drinking.” She bumped him with her hips.

“Yes, m’lady. Post-haste! And similarly embarrassing coupley stuff,” Xander said as he disappeared into the front door.

Willow stared at Cordelia. “You know he’d be happier with me. You don’t even like him.”

“I like parts of him. And I don’t like people touching my stuff. So back off and let me have my fun. Who knows—you may make a good rebound one of these days.”

Willow could’ve slugged her. Her hands were in fists and everything. But she knew she wouldn’t. She couldn’t even get laid by Xander, the walking hard-on, who was willing to go out with the biggest bitch in school just because she had a vagina she wouldn’t even let him look at.

Hot tears stung Willow’s eyes as Cordelia went inside, at least not savoring her victory. But that was alright. That was okay. Willow could go to the window in Xander’s bedroom. She could watch what Cordelia did with him. It was getting so she liked to watch. And if there was anything Xander wanted to do that Cordelia wouldn’t do with him—Willow would do it.

Anything.

***

“I hope you like imported beer,” Xander said, setting a jar of clear liquid before Cordelia. “Moonshine. Straight from Arkansas, or wherever the proud Harris heritage traces itself to…”

He noticed that there was a strange look in Cordelia’s eyes.

“I meant it, Xander. I really do want to have a private talk.”

Xander felt apprehension course through him. He wondered why it was girls had to be so difficult. Willow was great, but she was just his friend. He could fuck Ms. French, but he couldn’t date her, she was his teacher. And he could date Cordelia, but it seemed like he couldn’t do anything else with her. “Hey, we’re private right now. Unless there’s a mouse in your pocket you want to get rid of.”

Cordelia sat down close to him, folding her legs underneath her body. “Have you ever been with a woman before?” she asked, trying to make it husky enough to be a come-on, but blushing after she’d said the words.

Xander blushed. “Yeah. Sure. Of course,” he said, thinking of Ms. French. Despite that, he didn’t sound very convincing, even to himself.

“Of course?”

Xander laughed insincerely. “Yeah. Two! Two women, in total… not at once…” He bluffed, his face bright red.

“Okay,” Cordelia said sheepishly. “So… two. Not as hot as me, of course.”

“No,” Xander said, staring at the carpet. If he’d known Cordelia was coming over, he would’ve vacuumed. Then again, maybe the dirt helped hide the stains. “You’re pretty much the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Two women,” Cordelia repeated to herself. “At least one of them had to be your cousin…”

“No, no cousins!” Xander insisted. “What about you?”

“Well, since nothing happened that night with us—no.”

Xander found her reluctant admissions exciting. His cock began to swell. “No as in nothing? You haven’t even played with yourself?”

“I’ve played with myself.” Cordelia puffed air through her lips nervously. “I have a vibrator.”

“Do you use it a lot?” Xander asked as he inched closer to her. 

Their knees touched. Cordelia felt his warm flesh through the denim of his jeans. She remembered how, in the dream, his cock had strained through the cotton of his underwear. Usually she forgot her dreams. This was so vivid it could’ve happened a minute ago.

Cordelia nodded. “I suppose.”

“Instead of sleeping with me. Or all those eligible bachelors you have lining up for whichever Cordette matches their IQ…”

“Don’t be so smug, Harris. Your IQ matches mine!”

“Yeah. I guess it does.”

They were quiet then, both of them trying to think what to say. Saying something seemed easier than doing something, yet words were impossible and touch seemed so easy. Xander wanted desperately to touch her. For some reason he thought of Willow in that cute little outfit she’d worn for no reason. Despite that, his desire for Cordelia was overpowering. His heart pounded in his chest. His cock bulged out from his jeans. He wondered if Cordelia saw it.

“Was that the private talk?” he asked, his voice betraying some of what he was feeling. But was feeling so much that it felt like a flood of emotion.

“Yes. No. I don’t know. It felt so right before—now it feels wrong. But I still want it…” She looked at Xander, her eyes pleading. Her thigh was against his.

“What feels wrong?” he asked, putting his hand on her thigh.

She put her hand over his. Then, like their worlds were tilting towards each other, they leaned in and kissed. Xander wrapped his arms around her and her tongue slipped into his mouth. She gasped as he sucked on it, her eyes opening in surprise, then closing as she sighed passionately.

He slipped his hand into her dress. Cordelia didn’t stop him as he squeezed her breast. She wanted more and she pressed closer to Xander, her hand moving up his thigh until it was brushing against the outline of his erection, which traveled far down his pantleg. 

“Does this feel wrong?” Xander asked, fondling her breast, feeling the stiffness of her nipple, the way Cordelia quivered as he played with her sensitive flesh.

“No,” Cordelia gasped. “But it’s kinda wrong, right?”

“No, it isn’t,” Xander said, his voice hoarse. “Not if it feels for you how it feels for me.”

“God, Xander, how the fuck can I want you so much? What the fuck did you do to me? I’m so damn horny. I’m tired of fucking myself. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, Harris.” She forced her eyes open. “Do you need an engraved invitation or do I have to use your full legal name? Fuck my cunt with your prick. Isn’t that how you did it with your two other girlfriends?”

“I never said they were my girlfriends,” Xander persisted as he forced her dress up her hips, exposing her panties. 

He reached inside them, his fingers combing through her carefully cultivated pubic hair. Her labia seemed very pronounced under the manicured covering, and wet. She was very wet. Warm. Ready.

“Grab my cock, Cordy,” he urged her. “Or are you too much of a tease to have figured that part out yet?”

Cordelia pushed him back onto his side of the couch, bending over him to unzip his jeans and unbuckle them and unbutton them. “God, I’m so fucking glad you just made up those two ‘conquests’ of yours. If they were real, you’d probably catch something from them that you’d just pass on to me…” Xander lifted his hips up, allowing Cordelia to pull down his jeans and briefs and see his cock. “Fuck, that’s big,” Cordelia muttered, her eyes round as silver dollars. She wrapped her fist around his shaft and was shocked by how it throbbed at the touch, full of life, indisputably real. “That… you cannot be that well-endowed. Every guy must be this big… thick…”

“You wanna run out and do some comparison shopping?” Xander panted, though he was barely able to speak.

Cordelia was finally speechless—only able to focus on caressing his length.

“Mmm… stroke it. Stroke it like a good girl,” Xander said, reaching down to open up the cleavage of her dress, her full and pendulous breasts spilling out. Seeing that delicious taste of her perfect body, Xander had to have more. But the feel of her hand traveling over his shaft was too good to deny. “Now kiss it. Suck it. See how it fits in that big mouth you like to use so much.”

His husky words sent a tremor through Cordelia’s half-naked body. She bent down, delicately licking up the drops of precum that clung to his throbbing cockhead. The next thing she knew, his hands were in her hair, on his head. He was pressing her down on his cock and she knew it was wrong, bad, uncool, but she couldn’t resist. For all the lame things about Xander, his cock was thick and meaty, and she memorized its taste, its feel as it went into her mouth and throbbed between her lips. Her throat twitched as it was invaded too. The underside of his shaft pressed down on her tongue, holding it down as he throbbed and pulsed and exploded, hot cum entering her mouth like a faucet had been turned on full blast. Cordelia almost choked, almost gagged, but she couldn’t spill it. She had to swallow. Something right and natural told her so—she kept her lips tight around Xander’s foreskin and swallowed, gulping again and again, each time feeling so good—a shockwave of wonderful sensation that ran through her whole body. 

“Yeah, swallow, swallow,” Xander told her, his salty cum burning as it went down her throat. “Cordelia Chase doesn’t skimp on anything, does she? She takes all that she can get!”

Cordelia pulled away from his cockhead, looking up at him and speaking so fast that the remnants of his cum slipped down her chin. “Great, come on my tonsils, that’ll get me off—“

“I’ll have more for you in a second,” Xander promised, quickly pulling away her dress and panties with trembling fingers. His cock was already half-hard and straining towards more. He wanted to fuck her more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life.

Cordelia got into it, pulling off his T-shirt and kicking away his pants with him, ending up sprawled underneath him on the couch. He buried his face in her tits, rubbing himself all over their massive heft as he’d always wanted to do. Cordelia cooed—it didn’t feel so bad and she could feel his prick brushing firmly against her thigh. Then his lips found one of her nipples, erect and sensitive. Pleasure trilled in Cordelia’s breast as he sucked its tip, pleasure which doubled when his finger slipped inside her, caressing the folds of her cunt. 

Cordelia reached down to feel out his groin and be sure he was getting hard again. She felt his balls, throbbing with heavy weight, then his shaft, firm and girthy even now. She could feel it pulsating with new life, getting hard for her, getting big. Cordelia wondered if it would end up even being able to fit into her pussy. She was a nice girl, after all, her sex small and tight and sophisticated. Maybe Xander was too crude for her in more way than one… just a big fat dick that fucked what was open. Damn, that sounded good though…

The heel of Xander’s hand rubbed into her sensitive clit and it was like he’d connected her to some vast store of electricity that promptly ran deep into her body. It never felt like that when she touched herself! Cordelia began stroking him, feeling his gathering stiffness, the growing cockhead, the hairy balls that seemed so promisingly, so threateningly full. She even tangled her fingers in her pubes and pulled at them, as if urging him on. Get hard for me. Faster! Faster! Can’t you tell how much I need it?

“I want your cunt,” Xander breathed, sucking on her left nipple until Cordelia had no choice but to gasp.

He opened her legs with his hands and settled his weight on top of her, pressing her down into the couch. Cordelia groaned as she felt him between her thighs and against her stomach. He was big. He was really, really big.

“Are you on the pill?”

“What?” Cordelia blurted out, not following his reasoning. Then realizing: “I have some. I haven’t been taking them, but…”

“Now you will,” Xander concluded.

Cordelia nodded. “Uh-huh.”

He reached down underneath her, grabbing her perfect ass and pulling her body against his. Cordelia outright moaned as she felt his hard length from her pubis, almost to her breasts. Then Xander reared back, coming up to kneel over her, his fully erect prick looming over her belly, her womb. Cordelia gaped at it. She felt faint.

Xander looked down at her. He didn’t feel faint. He felt like he was riding a roller coaster, rushing headlong into something. Her young, untested pussy glistened invitingly. Her pubic hairs were dark, like that magnificent mane of hair she toted around. Xander ran his hand down her stomach, feeling the flesh underneath her black muff, and he could tell how tight she was.

Talk about worth the wait, he said to himself, everything inside him shaking with anticipation. He thought he could feel a fresh load of semen throbbing in his balls, ready and willing to whitewash her pussy.

“Now I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing out on,” he said, a little reassuring, but a little threatening as well. Cordelia smiled up at him nervously. She couldn’t help herself. She welcomed being ravished by him, which she supposed made it not much of a ravishing, but she wanted to touch every part of him, wanted him to have all of her that he’d ever wanted. Somehow, she trusted him unquestioningly. She trusted his lust for her.

He took his cock in his hand and guided it down to her slit. It was throbbing so hard that for a moment, it looked like Xander was wrestling some massive snake down into Cordelia’s opening. Then the tip touched her pussy. Cordelia gasped, her face contorting. Xander lowered himself onto her, bringing them into an embrace, and as he did, his prick eased inside her. Cordelia let out a long steady moan as she became his by degrees. She was very tight inside. It wasn’t as easy as either of them had thought for him to enter her. Cordelia could’ve sworn she was shrinking, crushing down on him—she’d never felt so tight. 

And then there was a warm, almost feverishly warm feeling. Xander’s face changed. He reached down and felt with his fingers between them. Cordelia’s eyes rolled back in her head when his hand came up wet with blood. Xander wiped it off between her breasts, the same thought passing between them. Somehow, they’d been mistaken. Xander hadn’t taken her virginity in some drunken haze. He was getting it from her right here, right now.

The weird part was how quickly the pressure and the pain went away, replaced by an insistent throbbing inside of Cordelia’s loins, like some machine had turned on that had lain dormant for all her years. 

“Am I hurting you?” Xander asked, though a part of him didn’t care about her pain after all she’d inflicted on him, and another part was somehow sure that she liked the pain, that the blood he’d anointed her chest with turned her on more than ever. In the tangle of thoughts, Xander found himself vacillating.

“Now you worry if you’re hurting me? You just shoved a leg of lamb inside me, Harris! You’re lucky it feels good. A little good… Don’t stop! Christ! With all the porn you watch, haven’t you figured out what happens now?”

“Yeah. I know what to do with a dirty cunt like you.”

“The fuck did you just call—“

Lifting his ass up a few inches, Xander came down on her like a hammer, burying his cock inside her all the way to the hilt. Tears came to Cordelia’s eyes as she was impaled by him. His words rang in her ears. Dirty cunt. Dirty cunt. This is what men do to dirty cunts…

She moaned as if wounded, tangling her legs around his, and he shoved against her again with a grunt. It felt like he pushed another few inches inside her. Cordelia threw her head back, screaming through clenched teeth. Squeezing her ass one last time, Xander ran his hands up her hips, over her ribs and breasts, onto her shoulders which he held onto as he thrust rhythmically into her. Cordelia arched her back, grunting with every hard stroke he gave her. They kissed passionately as her fingers ran through his dark hair. She didn’t dare say how good it felt, but Xander knew from her constant moans as he thrust into her, her back arched to meet his strokes.

As wet as she was, her cunt was still tight, incredibly tight, pressing in on his length from all sides as he went in and out of her. It was like she was made for his prick and only his. That made for one hell of a change from Ms. French’s bigger hole, though hers was just as greedy.

Cordelia writhed and bucked underneath Xander, her mouth accepting his tongue. Passion was burning her up inside. His driving cock was giving her the most intense pleasure she’d ever known. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. She couldn’t believe she’d waited so long…

“So tight!” Xander muttered, sweat blooming on his face. “Christ, you’ve got a nice pussy… so hot… so wet… I never want to stop fucking it, Cordy! I’ll break your pussy before I stop fucking it!”

“Shit, Xander,” Cordelia moaned, her face contorted in pain as he not only ended her virginity, but ruined her for other men. The ecstasy she felt was too good for the pain to pass through it. She was entranced by it, even as a scared part of her spun off into worry. “You’re going to split me in two! It’s too much! I can’t take it!”

“Yes, you can!” Xander grunted, feeling her fingers digging into his back as he took her harder and harder. The pressure building up in his balls felt like a boiler about to explode. “This is fucking! Nothing like that vibrator you owned… nothing like me jerking off… stay open, keep taking it! That’s it… Jesus Christ, I love your cunt!”

“Too much… too much…” Cordelia repeated, but far from being a complaint, her words were awash in pleasure. It was like the mantra was being pumped out of her with every thrust Xander gave her. “Too—“

Xander gave her a massive thrust that seemed to embed him in her for good. Cordelia threw her head back, mouth open in a wide O with nothing coming out. Her eyes too opened wide in sheer shock, then they rolled back in their sockets as her body shook convulsively around Xander’s buried prick.

She came on his deeply hilted cock and the friction of his pistoning inside her, not only once, but three times, the intensity mounting as her body produced orgasms three times in a row. It was more pleasure than Cordelia had ever felt before. As she crooned underneath him, Xander pulled out a ways and then gave her another thrust. Cordelia came again, melting around his cock. He pulled away again, depriving himself of the supreme pressure of her orgasmic cunt, then thrust back into her. Cordelia had her third orgasm while Xander’s rapidly approached. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

Cordelia found her voice again. “I love you,” she said woozily.

Xander drew himself out of her, her cunt seeming to close up behind him, and then he threw himself into her as he came, ramming himself into her depths right before he filled them with cum.

“Love your cunt,” he keened over Cordelia’s groans as her pussy expanded, forced to make room not only for Xander’s prick, but his seed as well. The process was painful, but she loved every minute of it.

For Xander, too, the charge almost stung in its intensity. He thought his balls had exploded, that his cock had electricity running through it. His cum was boiling hot as it streamed out of him, filling every inch that Xander had stretched out of Cordelia’s virgin channel. He held himself above Cordelia, shuddering with the sheer force of his ejaculation. 

Then he melted into her receptive body. The thick cushions of the couch ate up their weight. They sunk into each other and sunk together into the plush softness below, all while moaning and sighing and panting in ecstasy. His limbs were wrapped around her and hers were wrapped around him until they felt like they were at the center of a ball of yarn.

Slowly, Xander’s manhood shrunk immeasurably inside Cordelia, letting her pussy tighten as the cum she was stuffed with ran out of her opening. The shift inside her had Cordelia exploding with sensations over and over again. She thought it would never end.

When it finally did, Xander weakly pulled himself out of her. It seemed to take minutes for all his length to leave her pussy. His cock landed on her thigh as he laid down beside Cordelia, watching as she nearly hyperventilated with her ongoing satiation.

“Xander… Xander…” was all she could say. Her face was alive with surprise at what he had done to her, how it all felt. When her glazed eyes finally focused, she looked at him with complete adoration. “You can do that whenever you want…”

They held each other even tighter, Xander’s cock stiff but motionless between her legs. All the action was in the loving kisses they exchanged that lasted for minutes on end.

“This is what men do to dirty cunts,” Xander said as if delivering his thesis statement.

“This is what men do to dirty cunts,” Cordelia repeated, enthralled, and then went on kissing him.