Buffy Beaten update

“Conrad, you motherfucker,” the new arrival growled. “I turn my back for one second and you start on her without me!”

Conrad laughed, patting Joyce’s head smugly, while Buffy’s mother seemed to wiggle her naked ass back at this stranger. “I’ve just gotten her warmed up, Ray. You can join in whenever you like.”

Buffy felt her nerves jangle with the realization of what Conrad meant. Her hands tightened into fists. If they did anything to hurt her mother—but then, Joyce seemed to have no compunctions about filling her mouth with Conrad’s prick, even less about this ‘Ray’ catching her in the act. Could she actually be inviting some sort of… threesome?

Ray grunted in crude assent and Buffy saw now that he held a bottle of liquor at his side, dangling at his waist as if in ironic counterpoint to the fully erect cock lancing ahead of him. She was horrified to see Joyce spread her legs in complete willingness, displaying the roundness of her buttocks above her creamy thighs, her back sloping slightly downwards as she bent herself over the bed (Buffy’s bed) to suck hungrily at Conrad’s manhood.

Ray uncapped the bottle—Buffy remembered tremblingly the taste of all the gin she had imbibed that evening—and laughed as he poured it over Joyce’s bare back. Buffy had to hold back a cry of surprise as the liquor trickled down the hollow of Joyce’s spine to run over her voluptuously wiggling buttocks, and most especially into the shadowy cleft between them. She succeeded, and so managed to hear Joyce moaning engagingly around the thick cock she was sucking. Ray took a swig himself, watching the rest of the bottle’s contents drip from Joyce’s obscenely rounded ass.

Buffy shook with disbelief, unwilling to see her mother allowing herself to be debased in this way, yet having it play out before her eyes regardless. Then her nerves tingled with excitement, both sweet and bitter, as she watched Ray give Joyce’s ass a sharp kick. Joyce jumped up so that now her ass was in the air, her legs fully extended, while her head remained down at Conrad’s groin. 

Ray knelt down, opening his mouth to suck at Joyce’s ass, even dipping between her thighs to lick away the liquor that had flooded her pubic hair. Buffy’s teeth clenched in unknowing irony. He was going to kiss her right there! She couldn’t believe it, she hated to believe it, but it was happening. The proof was in how her own body tensed up with the sharpest intensity. No vampire, no demon, had ever gotten to her the way the sight of her mother’s debauchery was.

Turning over to lie on his back, as if offering his hardened cock straight to Buffy’s watching eyes, Ray came up between Joyce’s thighs to press his mouth into the soft flesh of her pussy. Feeling his mouth, his ravenous tongue in her most private place, Joyce moaned blissfully around Conrad’s prick. Ray’s arms snaked around her quivering thighs, holding her close, and his fingers dug into her booze-wet ass, opening the cheeks wide to let his tongue move ghoulishly deep inside. 

A shudder went through Buffy as she saw the tiny ring of Joyce’s anus exposed to her view. She helplessly thought of how the liquor had lubricated it. With the wanton way Joyce was going down on Conrad, there seemed no obstacle to her being invaded there too. Ray’s glistening tongue moved between her buttocks and into her moistly clenched slit, driving deep into Joyce, as if it weren’t bad enough that she’d accepted Conrad into her hot little pussy. Buffy was so caught up in watching the three naked lovers that she could almost feel the heated tongue herself, traveling deep into her cunt. She felt the juices that had saturated her panties now running down her thighs; Buffy imagined they looked just like the liquor that Ray had poured over Joyce.

Whatever she felt in the pit of her stomach, raw and dull as it was, had become a raging fire. She pulled the folds of her blouse up over her chest, gathering it like an accordion over her petite breasts. Then she pulled down her bra, leaving her cleavage bare, and used both hands to cup and pinch her flesh, not once taking her eyes off the pornographic display.

Joyce’s head bobbed up and down on Conrad’s prick, as if trying to match the speed of her hand as it stroked the base of his cock, where even her desperate mouth couldn’t reach. As Ray’s tongue ran over her dripping pussy like a cat lapping milk, she worked her ass in sensual circles, as if performing an unknowing striptease for the watching Buffy. Then Ray tightened his grip on her buttocks, working his fingers against her anus in tiny circles. Shamelessly aroused, Joyce wiggled her ass against his fingers in open invitation, and Ray obligingly plunged his middle finger deep into her rectum.

Buffy, her eyes glazed with such intense disbelief that she hadn’t even realized the lust she felt, watched as Ray drove two knuckles into Joyce, then sawed his finger in and out, moving in rhythm with the tongue that was fucking her cunt. Buffy unthinkingly clenched her own buttocks, feeling a tingle there like the fire in her cunt, and she let go of one of her breasts to push her hand down inside her panties. There she stopped, hesitating, a twinge of guilt hitting her and trying to gain traction on her sex-starved consciousness, but she was past the point of no return. 

Fuck my mommy, Buffy thought as she pressed her fingers into the moist heat of her own sex, feeling her pubic hairs already wet with arousal, her mound lovingly pulsing against the pressure of her hand. It was easy to find her engorged clit and she gasped aloud at the electric shock she felt when her fingertips brushed over it. It was absolutely overwhelming, and the misgivings flicking inside her were lost in the agonized sexual frustration that this taste of pleasure brought to the forefront of her mind.

The orgy in her room was coming to a head, their fucking motions and well-satisfied moans pressing in on Buffy from all sides, sharing with her the sexual relish they all had to felt. They had to come soon, Buffy thought, all of them, and she wished she could join them in the exquisite heights they were surely reaching. But then Ray stood, leaving Joyce’s cunt empty, vacant, her groaning in disappointment that Buffy felt just as keenly. No, don’t stop fucking mommy—mommy needs to come…

On the heels of that thought, Buffy thought that Ray might’ve noticed her, that he might be about to expose her. The fright that put into her hit Buffy with sanity like a bucket of cold water. What the hell are you doing, Summers? Why the fuck are you watching this? Why are they on my BED?

But her cunt throbbed with need and Buffy started rubbing it again, bringing back the pleasure that made everything alright. Ray didn’t know she was there. He was handling his huge cock, making it even more purple and swollen, his strokes pointing it right at Joyce’s ass. Buffy shuddered: was he just going to take her from behind or was he actually going to fuck her in the ass? She couldn’t imagine, but her buttocks closed together again, feeling the same shameful tingle as when she’d watched Ray finger Joyce’s anus.

Joyce slowed her suckling at Conrad’s prick, just holding it in her mouth and gulping down the precum he fed her. It was like she was waiting on Ray, and for Buffy, that seemed to take forever. In fact, it was only a few seconds before Ray dug his fingers into Joyce’s softly rounded buttocks, spreading them wide apart to show himself her anus. Buffy was breathless. He really was going to fuck her in the ass. She couldn’t believe it. Her mind spiraled down, wondering how much a big dick like that would hurt in her mother’s asshole, and how good it must feel to be worth all the pain…

Ray slid his thumbs into the snug little orifice, stretching Joyce’s asshole wide. Still swallowing Conrad’s manhood, gagging on both it and her reaction to the thumbs in her anus, Joyce raised her hips up higher, making herself the perfect target for his own cock.

Buffy froze, fearful, excited, part of her not even believing it was possible as Ray moved his wildly throbbing member between Joyce’s asscheeks. There was no way her mother could take that huge intrusion up her ass without being torn apart! But, no matter how she stared in disbelief, it still happened. Joyce lifted her slack jaw up from Conrad’s wetly glistening prick and gasped out words so taboo Buffy felt like it was forbidden for her to hear them.

“Hurry—fuck my ass, Ray—shove it in—my asshole!”

Buffy’s mind reeled as her mother’s words echoed in her ears. It still seemed impossible for such an act to happen, yet there Joyce was, begging for it. Ray slid forward, the blunt knob of his cock madly throbbing as he pushed it against Joyce’s tight asshole, and she writhed against its presence as if actually eager for it to be plunging into her lust-crazed flesh.

Ray let his engorged cockhead settle there for a moment, deep purple against Joyce’s pink little anus, angrily throbbing between her creamy white buttocks. He breathed hard, his naked body trembling with the same excitement Buffy felt, as if he too were uncertain that Joyce could actually take being sodomized. He held back, prolonging Joyce’s submission to him, savoring the first contact of her heated asshole against the tip of his prick. 

Conrad stared down at them, a wryly amused grin on his face, and Buffy knew that he too wanted to see Joyce being brutally impaled by that oversized cock. He held Joyce down on his cock, keeping her throat around it as she tried desperately to force her ass back onto Ray’s long cock. 

Ray held her firmly with both hands on her waist, letting only the helmet into her hotly gripping anus—and then, suddenly, he slammed himself inside her. Joyce would’ve been thrown against the headboard of the bed if Ray wasn’t holding onto her and Buffy cringed as she saw his fat knob violate Joyce’s rectum.

“Ggghhhhhh!” Joyce groaned around Conrad’s engorged member, then she drove her mouth rapidly up and down his cock as if vehemently approving of the brutal assault on her asshole. Her muffled cries drowned out Buffy’s panting as she watched, and both Summers women keened as Ray jammed more of his thickly aroused shaft into Joyce’s bowels.

With equal parts terror and amazement, Buffy saw his huge cock slowly skewer Joyce’s ass, stretching her anus impossibly wide as inch after fat inch went through the once-small opening. Ray drove himself into Joyce’s asshole until his full length was penetrating her, his groin pressed against Joyce’s widely spread asscheeks, and then he withdrew, only to thrust back inside her, sawing the entire length of his cock in and out of her opening.

His heavily-laden balls smacked against Joyce’s quaveringly empty sex, the wet sound reminding Buffy of her own pussy, and how busily her fingers worked at it. Ray fucked into Joyce’s ass like a madman, his thrusts bouncing Joyce up and down on Conrad’s prick, her expression one of such stupefied enjoyment that Buffy wondered if it was even possible for someone to be so satisfied by being degraded. Was her mom some kind of pervert? Had they drugged her? Or was this just what sex was like—was Joyce just the slut that every woman became in the heat of passion?

Stretched out beneath Joyce’s suckling mouth, Conrad leered at the sodomized woman with a cruel smile. Then, hands fixed on her head, he drove his cock up into her hotly sucking throat, entering her gullet with harder and harder thrusts. Buffy tried to close her eyes and forget the wildly depraved sex her own mother was being subjected to, but she could still hear the obscene sounds of fucking from her bed.

“Suck harder, you MILF bitch!” Conrad shouted. “Swallow this cock! Either you make me come or I’ll go to that cute little daughter of yours. She can’t be as big a slut as you are. She’s probably still a virgin…”

And, horribly, Buffy heard Joyce sucking harder, audibly gulping away at Conrad’s prick, spittle and precum wetly sloshing around in her gurgling mouth. Buffy shook violently as her eyes opened, seeing Conrad’s lust-glazed stare at how Ray’s cock had Joyce’s asshole completely wrapped around it. He could clearly not hold back his climax when Joyce was so effectively being ravaged in front of him.

“Harder—HARDER—fuck her harder, Stratford—show her what we’re gonna do to her precious little Buffy. Show her what her baby’s nice virgin asshole is going to feel like with your cock in it…”

It was madness, temporary insanity, but Buffy desperately wanted to feel a cock inside her. She needed it. She had to have it. The fire inside her was raging out of control, fed by the lewd grunts and moans coming from the bed, her bed. Joyce gasped and sighed, enjoying everything they did to her, and the men answered with strained thrusts into her whorishly displayed body.

Buffy was lost in a lustful daze as she heard her mother being ravaged and she stood there, touching herself, surrendering to the burning desire that was somehow her reaction to watching Joyce and the sick pleasure she took in fucking two cocks at once. Her breath hotly rushing through her parted lips, she pushed her little white panties down over her sweetly rounded hips. Once the flimsy nylon was down around her knees, she kicked her legs to slide it all the way off, until finally her sex-starved cunt wasn’t even within spitting distance of its former censor.

Then she fucked herself, running her cool fingertips between her mons, stroking the moist flesh of her sex, spreading her labia open and caressing the inner folds of her cunt. Buffy’s other hand kneaded her heaving breasts, strumming the nipples to pleasurable erection, tweaking them to send thrilling flames coursing through her electric body. 

Moment by moment, the heat increased, every part of Buffy burned up by the passion she was feeling. As if transcending the voyeurism of before, she sank into her own masturbation, only dimly aware of the heated moans a few feet away as her mother was fucked in the mouth and ass. But still, the imagery of those three joined bodies tumbled through her mind, whipping her desire to a fever pitch. 

Conrad’s fat prick filled Joyce’s ravenous mouth; Ray poured liquor over her naked body and tongued her pussy and fucked his finger into her tiny asshole, preparing her for even greater violations to come. It all blurred together in her mind: Ray, standing behind Joyce’s offered ass, then his madly throbbing prick impaling her ass, not stopping until all of it was between her buttocks. The memories were exploding in Buffy’s mind, tormenting her, making her want to rip off what remained of her clothes and join them, just so she could be fully infected by what she had indelibly witnessed.

Her pussy was throbbing like it never had before, the pulsing rhythm beating through her thighs and into her belly, making her feel the pressure of the empty air in a drumbeat of exquisite tenderness. All of her mind was focused on the overwhelming need between her legs and with a moan she slid her outstretched middle finger inside herself. She had no choice. It was like the passion her mother felt had reached down their bloodline to get to her, making Buffy replicate what she desperately wanted to have done to her by another. Her sex fluttered tightly around her finger, momentarily resisting the intrusion—she wondered how wonderful that tightness would feel on a man’s cock—but then it went smoothly in, her walls clenching hungrily on her finger as it went deeper and deeper, feeling better with every bit of contact between the digit and her sensitive inner folds.

“Aghh! Ooh!” The cries of the lovers, muffled and gasping, raged into the still night air, but Buffy could no longer hear them past the roaring blood in her own ears. She was totally enthralled by fingering her own hungry pussy, the rhythm of her masturbation rapidly increasing in tempo. The tight clasp of her sex seemed to suck at her finger with desperate urgency, until her entire body was writhing with sexual gratification both experienced and needed. After all the naked flesh that had been burned into her eyes and sounds of lovemaking that had echoed in her ears, it didn’t take long for her passion to reach excruciating heights.

Every muscle in her was clenched, transformed by her lust to pure quivering tension as she hung on the edge of release. She was close—almost fearfully close to a towering peak she didn’t know if she could withstand—but one finger just wasn’t enough. Buffy slid in another to join the first, pumping and grinding inside her, flexing and curling to reach the most sensitive places, while her hips rutted against her hand, all of her straining to feel what Joyce felt. 

Then her tightly squeezed eyes opened, letting her see Ray’s thick club of a cock stretching Joyce’s asshole wide, pistoning with terrifying speed into what had to be her bowels. That’s what I need, Buffy thought, and she took her hand away from the treatment it had been giving her feverishly needy breasts, moving it down to the valley that divided her pert buttocks.

Groping between her asscheeks, she found the tiny circle of her anus, carefully placed the pad of her forefinger against its puckered tightness, and wormed it in. As she pushed through the virginal resistance, Buffy tensed from the feeling of discomfort, but she ignored her body’s misgivings in her desperate search for orgasm. She got the first knuckle inside her asshole, the burning sphincter gripping her forefinger, tightening on it as she plunged her finger further, plunged it deep.

“Anal slut!” Buffy heard, hitting her like a slap, and her glazed eyes focused once more to see that Ray had said it, spat it down on Joyce as he spanked her violated ass. Buffy’s mother shook in orgasm.

Buffy was an anal slut, she was all but committing the same whorish acts as Joyce, but she didn’t care. She needed what Joyce had just felt. Both hands worked desperately, one fingering the depths of her sex while the other lunged deep between her buttocks. She thrust them in unison, trying frantically to meet her urgent need. Her body undulated, dancing between her two penetrations, matching the moves her mother made as Joyce plunged her head down on Conrad’s prick and bounced her ass against Ray’s loins. Buffy threw her head back in a shower of golden hair. Her hips bucked raggedly, once, twice, everything hot and wet, then the dam burst. She was coming.

“Mommy!” Buffy spasmed, held by the rippling ecstasy she felt as it exploded what had already been burning. She wanted to scream with the bliss she felt, her roiling pussy clenching again and again on her fingers while her asshole did the same, two masturbatory joys racing through her at once, but she had no voice. Her only utterance was the heated wetness that squirted from her clenched sex. Her svelte legs trembled, thighs jerking as she fought to prolong this beautiful feeling, rolling her hips against the fingers in her pussy like they were a lover. Her juices ran down her legs like lightning bolts.

She had come, and it had been the most intense orgasm she’d ever felt, but it had not been enough to sate her lust. Not enough for an anal slut, Buffy thought helplessly. The tremors inside her rapidly subsided, leaving her body spent but not fulfilled. For a long moment she left her fingers inside herself, as if they might magically bring her more satisfaction, but the last traces of her orgasm were dripping into her boots. Trying to savor the feeling, she pulled her fingers out of herself, but even that sensation was numb, deadened.

Jesus, what was that? Buffy asked herself. Remembering where she was, that she might have made noise in her orgasmic pleasure, she forced her eyes back to the bed—her fucking bed, where three people had enjoyed sex much more than her. 

She saw Joyce, sprawled out in her own afterglow. She was on her side, her body twisted, showing off both her anus stuffed with cum and her mouth drooling Conrad’s seed. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and she still shook with satiation, sending ripe jiggles through her flushed, even bruised body. She really loves being a whore, Buffy thought, too exhausted to even second-guess the uncharitable remark.

Buffy steadied herself against the wall as her legs shook with returning strength; it felt like she’d been standing for hours, and when she happened to look at the wallpaper, she saw some of the wetness of her cunt had transferred to a damp spot under her fingers. Then she pulled away from her bedroom, almost forgetting her discarded panties. She picked them up, stuffing them in her pocket to save time, and pulled her top down over her bare breasts at the last second before she moved away. She didn’t care if she looked like a well-used hooker, so long as neither her mother nor her two lovers caught her before she could flee.