Buffy Beaten update

“Ahhhh, oh shit, shit!” Cordelia grimaced, rubbing her pussy hard. Sometimes it got painfully intense when she was masturbating, the sheer fervor with which she wanted to come tingling to the point of discomfort. “Fuck, c’mon, oh please, please just… nnhhhh!”

Naked, she sat on the closed lid of the toilet, jerking her ass up and down as she thumbed her clit and humped her fingers into her sopping wet sex. She’d come to the bathroom to shower, but after toweling herself off, Cordelia had felt how wet her pussy still was. She needed more of… what had happened with Willow and Conrad. She needed to be a slut for just a little while longer…

The truth was, her lust was almost out of control. Her full breasts danced and shook as she fingered her pussy, her stomach muscles tightening, her thigh muscles flexing as she got closer and closer to orgasm. She was so horny… she needed it so bad… Her stupid pussy would come for Willow but not her.

She tried to fantasize about anything, even Xander, to take her mind off how good it had felt when Willow—did what she did. But it was impossible. Even as she pictured Xander’s cock in her mind’s eye, tried to remember how good it had felt in her brief taste of it, what was touching her pussy was four fingers and a thumb, and Willow owned that sensation now. It had felt so incredible. Cordelia kept thinking of the redhead, and the painful intensity of her masturbation ramped up each time… until she wanted to end the pain almost as much as she wanted to come.

This was all Willow’s fault. She was going to make that little ginger pay for doing this to her. If Willow had thought she was bullied before, Cordelia was going to show her she had no idea who she was messing with. She’d slap the shit out of that bitch… punch her lights out… bend her over and spank that tiny little ass until—

Just before she came, the bathroom door opened. Cordelia shrieked as Xander walked into the room.

“Hey, Cordy,” he said callously. “Been in here a while, haven’t you? What’d you eat?”

“I was… I was shaving my legs!” Cordelia sputtered, now thinking only of covering herself—one arm across her breasts, one hand between her legs. 

As she hid her pussy, she felt it throbbing in furious denial. And guys complained they got too horny. They had no idea what it was like to be a girl, who didn’t get off even when they got fucked sometimes. Imagine, having every fuck be like that time with Willow…

“What are you doing here?” Cordelia demanded. “And haven’t you ever heard of knocking? And how’d you get in here?”

Xander grinned, kicking the door shut behind him. He brazenly crossed the tile floor to stand in front of her, close enough for Cordelia to see that his cock was hard as a rock inside his slacks. She tried to look away, but she couldn’t bear to take her eyes off it. No wonder Willow wanted him so bad. Getting off wouldn’t be a problem with a big dick like that. Even Xander couldn’t fuck that up.

An insistent voice went on and on about how coming on Xander’s prick would be so much better than that thing that had happened with Willow. It would practically cancel the Willow stuff out. Xander might be a piece of trash, but he was way better than Willow. He was a boy and boys were supposed to make you come, they were meant to make you come, it was just so perfect to come with a boy…

“Well!?” Cordelia demanded, her ire raising. She was pissed at herself for how Willowy things had gotten in her own genius brain, but she had no qualms about taking that out on Xander. He had wanted to be her boyfriend, so… “You can’t just break into people’s houses, Harris.”

“Why not? I broke into you just fine.” Xander smiled lewdly as he looked over her nakedness. Of course he could break in. A hoodlum like him had probably picked his first lock at age five. “Relax, Cordy, you don’t have to worry about the untouchable caste today. I’m just here to take a piss. See?”

He opened the fly of his slacks, letting out his massive swollen erection. Then he just stood there with it extending out of his zipper, letting it quiver a few inches from Cordelia’s face. Her lips parted as she stared at it, seeing the balls the size of tangerines, the fat veins lacing up the long shaft, and the absolutely massive cockhead that confronted her. That thing had been inside her? No. No way. There must’ve been some sort of mistake. She would’ve been limping for a week… she wouldn’t have forgot how hard she came if that monster…

“Of course, that was before I saw you.” Chuckling, Xander came even closer, until his cockhead was almost touching Cordelia’s moist lips. She felt the heat of the precum dripping from his tip, smelled the musk like she was drowning in it. “Now I’m too hard to piss. Guess we’ll just have to wait for the swelling to go down.”

“Jesus,” Cordelia unconsciously licked her lips. She thought she tasted his strong scent—her mouth was filling with saliva. She kept taking breath after breath, and she was aware of each one, betraying herself with each deep whiff she took of him. “You fucking prick, Harris… you can’t just tease me like this…”

“What? Are you feeling teased?”

Xander reached out to her, running his hand through her luscious hair, and Cordelia dreamed vividly that he would lock his fingers to her head and force her down on his cock, but he just let it hover there, parked right against her lips, torturing her with knowing that she could have it whenever she wanted…

Cordelia moaned with lust, but his cock still didn’t come any closer. Her cunt was throbbing violently. Vaguely she wondered if Xander knew what he was doing to her. How the fuck could Xander be smart enough to know that he was driving her mad with need?

So much had happened already, she’d already done so much, her defenses had fallen—he was ravishing her, that’s what he was doing, forcing this on her just like Willow had. She really didn’t have a choice. She had to submit to him… who knew what he would do otherwise? 

But deep down, Cordelia knew she wasn’t fighting her urges. Her cheeks colored shamefully as she placed her hands on Xander’s muscular thighs and moved them up, higher, higher, always closer to his cum-laden balls and that cock that waited to fill her hands, fill her mouth, fill her cunt…

“Just… promise you won’t hurt me… if I do this…” Cordelia gritted out.

“Hurt you? Of course I’m going to hurt you. What do you think getting stretched by a ten-inch cock is going to feel like?” Xander grinned. “It’s going to be the best hurt you could ask for.”

“Oh Xander… oh Jesus… if you tell anyone about this, I’ll fucking decapitate you…”

Cordelia reached for his prick, almost able to taste his cum as her lips opened wide around his cockhead, and then she woke up. Her hands wet. Her pussy throbbing.

When she’d gotten home, she’d gone straight to bed and fucked herself and fucked herself until she’d finally lost consciousness, but she was still horny. And that was it, that was the last fucking straw. She was not going to have dreams about Xander fucking Harris. Pierce Brosnan, maybe, Joshua Jackson, sure, BUT NOT XANDER HARRIS.

Cordelia got up and dressed herself, in such a mood that she wouldn’t be surprised if she killed the goddamn bum. But if she killed him, he couldn’t fuck her, and she needed to be fucked more than anything.

***

When Buffy returned home, she found Conrad sitting on the couch. He was wearing a T-shirt that stretched tightly over his broad chest and jeans that bulged at the groin. Perfectly at home in Buffy and her mother’s little sanctuary, he sipped a beer and watched TV.

“Conrad… what are you doing here?” Buffy asked. She noticed that her voice was trembling.

“Just waiting on your mother,” Conrad said with a shrug. “But it looks like the museum is keeping her overtime, so I guess I ought to head out. Unless there’s something for me to do here.”

He eyed her significantly. Buffy’s breasts felt warmer, her pussy tighter, as his gaze traveled over them.

“No,” Buffy said, “I can’t think of anything for you to do here besides my mom… I mean…”

Conrad gave a lewd grin as he stood up, his eyes moving up and down Buffy’s small body. She got even warmer and even tighter. “What I mean is that you and I have hardly had a chance to really talk since this thing with your mother began… and it’s high time we did.”

“Y-you wanted us to be alone together?”

“Yeah. Don’t you want that too? I mean, the way you were staring as I fucked your mother the other night…” 

He reached down and Buffy’s eyes instinctively moved to the huge bulge in his crotch. He was clearly fully erect and as Buffy watched, he opened his belt and unzipped his fly. The meaty weight of his big cock stood out stiffly through the front of his underwear, the cotton stretched so thin that Buffy could see the heft and color of his knob through it. It was about the most magnificent cock Buffy had ever seen.

“Oh God,” Buffy moaned, remembering it as it had been with Joyce, stiff and throbbing, spurting gallons of cum into her mother’s warmly receptive pussy. “Oh God!” Buffy cried, realizing how her thoughts had betrayed her, and she turned and bolted from the room.

Conrad’s laughter followed her. To her dismay, Buffy heard a note of triumph in his laugh. He now knew that she wanted him, wanted him as much as her mother did.

Buffy threw herself on her bed, feeling incredibly confused and frightened and excited and guilty. She knew that doing it with an older man was wrong—just look at what had happened with Angel—and doing it with her mother’s boyfriend was really wrong and she tried to make herself feel disgust at the prospect of having sex with the man who might well come to be her stepfather. Yet there was something animalistic about the man and his confidence, and the only way her pussy seemed to know how to respond was with primal, feminine desire.

Buffy lay in her bedroom, trembling all over, expecting Conrad to come in at any moment and finish the job. And as Buffy lay there, anticipating and dreading and most of all wanting it over with, she had the disquieting suspicion that he was toying with her… leaving her deliberately alone with the lust that was playing through her body. She drifted off to sleep, thinking again of her mother and how she’d screamed as Conrad took her.

Fuck me, Conrad, yes, YES, I love that hot dick! Mmmmm—want more—give me MORE!