Smuttydale update

Buffy got home late from patrol, feeling grimy and sweaty from her fights, the heat lingering and burning like the few tastes of beer she’d had. She couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d seen. Willow and Xander and Cordelia… it was a strange pairing. A strange pairing and a half. As if Xander and Cordelia weren’t weird enough, throw Willow into the mix. Her and Cordelia, yeesh. What was it with her friends and that… cheerleader? She thought they’d all agreed she was horrible.

Well, I guess we didn’t agree she didn’t have awesome boobs.

Her mother was in the kitchen, sitting at the table, head down on her arms as she got a massage from Buffybot. 

“Hey mom,” Buffy said. “Ultron.”

“Buffy,” Joyce replied, eyes still closed in enjoyment of Buffybot’s chopping hands. “I left some food for you in the crockpot. You’re lucky, I was going to fridge it just as soon as Buffybot finished up.”

“Massage theoretically has health benefits, but cannot be said to be scientifically valid due to the impossibility of placebo-based and double-blind clinical trials,” Buffybot said. 

“I still don’t think I sound like that,” Buffy said, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard.

“How was patrol?” Joyce asked.

“Fine.” Buffy helped herself to a small portion. Fighting always gave her an appetite, and she overcompensated by not going in on a full plate, not wanting to gorge herself halfway through and then have to finish the meal. Plus, it was her mother’s cooking. “I saw Willow having a threesome with Xander and Cordy.”

“Cordelia Chase?” Joyce asked, lifting her head. “Well, Xander I can understand, those two have always been, uhh, what’s the Spanish—“

“Simpatico!” Buffy said with flair.

“Yes, that. But I thought Cordelia was something of a, you know—“

“Heinous bitch?” Buffybot offered. “Total ho? Stunning cunt?”

Joyce pushed her hands away. “Thank you, Buffybot, that’s enough. Why don’t you draw a bath for Buffy? She stinks.”

“Mooom!” 

“I’m sorry, dear, but it’s true. Heaven knows what smells you pick up walking through a graveyard, grappling with dead things—I don’t know how the goths put up with it. If I have to do your laundry, the least you can do is have a good soak.”

“I do my own laundry!” Buffy protested. 

“You mean when it doesn’t mysteriously disappear from your floor and reappear in your dresser?”

“I thought that was Buffybot.”

“Please. I can’t trust her to separate whites from colors. That’s what happens when you let a man build a robot. Once he’s got the boobs right, he’s satisfied…”

Buffy paused a moment as she heard water rumbling from the bathtub’s faucet, sloshing into the tub. She sucked on her spoon, then pulled it from her mouth. “Don’t you think it’s a little odd that Willow and Cordelia and Xander had a threesome?”

“How so, sweetie?”

“I don’t know. Just strikes me as weird, somehow.”

“Well, Buffybot may have had your friend Cordelia’s number, but—teenage hormones. I got into all sorts of trouble when I was their age.”

“Still…” Buffy tilted her head quizzically. “You don’t think there’s anything wrong with this picture?”

“Maybe you’re just a teensy bit jealous?” Joyce theorized sing-songedly. “Just remember, they don’t have a Buffy. Or a Buffybot, hint hint.”

“Mooom!”

“What? It’s what she’s there for. Enjoy it. I heard all you kids are supposed to practice self-love.”

Buffy rolled her eyes as Joyce snickered at her own joke, undressing and heading for the bathtub. 

“Baths aren’t as hygienic as showers, but are more relaxing. Organics enjoy being filthy,” Buffybot said, standing dutifully by the steaming tub. “We shouldn’t let this water cool. It’s just the right temperature. I’ll take good care of you.”

She helped Buffy as she stepped into the hot water, then Buffy sank down and felt the engulfing warmth soothe her flesh. Something about the threesome she’d witnessed still bothered her, but she was conscious of her tension draining away. Eyes shut, Buffy leaned back and savored the situation in all its aspects. Joyce was right. She should take advantage of having a Buffybot.

“Buffybot, I don’t want your clothes to get wet too,” Buffy said. “Why don’t you take them off?”

A zipper hissed, and Buffy smiled at the noise. She opened her eyes to watch as Buffybot’s maid’s uniform slipped to the floor. A black bra and filmy black panties competed to be as erotic as her skimpy French maid outfit had been. True, the sight made Buffy think of her exclusively as a lover now, not just a maid or a cleaning lady, but something turned her on about sleeping with the help. Hot little tongues of excitement licked at her under the water. Her own long, lean figure looked so much better when it wasn’t hers, when she didn’t have to worry about it. No scars, no fat, no muscle, just a reflection.

“I enjoy taking my clothes off.” Buffybot had her shoes off and was working on her stockings now, baring her legs. A moment later she reached behind her back to undo the bra. “I like being naked. Do you think I’ll have to put my clothes back on?”

“Probably,” Buffy said, knowing it would make her double pout.

Buffybot’s breasts tumbled into view, hard-nippled and alluringly rounded. Buffy’s clit tingled, watching as Buffybot proceeded with no inhibitions whatsoever. She skinned out of her panties, gathered up all her clothes into a neat pile on the hamper. Bending down and straightening up and putting her nakedness on display from every angle without any sign of shame. 

“Now wash me,” Buffy ordered.

“I thought you liked being dirty,” Buffybot replied. “I like being dirty. Spike likes—“

“Just wash me.”

Soap and washcloth in hand, Buffybot sat down on the edge of the tub. She leaned over to wet and lather the cloth thoroughly, then she started at the curve of Buffy’s shoulder. She proceeded decorously, but boldly, clearly not intending to hold any of Buffy’s flesh off-limits. Buffy felt her excitement flaring up again as a corner of the washcloth grazed her nipple. Buffybot was sitting close to her, so close that her perfume smelled stronger than the soap. Strong enough to fog her brain. She watched, fascinated, as Buffybot’s breasts swayed with every movement of her arms, scant inches away, temptingly within reach.

The washcloth sank under the surface to rub back and forth across Buffy’s stomach and then down her thighs. A sound gurgled in her throat, bubbling up out of that intimate touch. But Buffybot remained impassive as ever, just going on with her task. It rankled, being ignored like that.

Buffy reached out to fondled one of Buffybot’s bare tits. Her flesh responded instantly, warming under Buffy’s hand, and Buffy intensified the touch, concentrating on the nipple and putting on pressure, rolling the engorged pebble between her thumb and forefinger. Buffy allowed herself a smile as she watched the color rise and darken along Buffybot’s neck, turning into a blush along her cheeks. Both of their eyes had narrowed to heavy-lidded slits, glimmering with their participation in the game.

Now Buffy’s palm brushed an expanse of strong thigh, gliding up and around to test the firmness of Buffybot’s ass. Some mad scientist had done a good job on her; all that solid power packed into such a lithe body, just like Buffy’s own…

“You have to get clean, Buffy.” Buffybot eased Buffy’s roving hand back down into the bathtub. “The water will get cold. Cold water makes hard nipples.”

Protest rose to Buffy’s lips but got no further, emerging only as a moan of acquiescence. Buffybot’s fingers had slipped low in the water to stroke her flesh and probe adroitly from behind the washcloth, making Buffy hot all over, limp all over. 

“Your nipples are already hard,” Buffybot said in that obtusely knowing way of hers.

Buffy just gave up and allowed herself to be washed and rinsed without uttering a sound, without making a move. She couldn’t be bothered with wanting to dominate a machine; all she felt was desire, a need for sexual release, becoming more demanding with every attentive touch.

Then, after an interminable eternity of anticipation and stoppered fulfillment, Buffybot was pulling her out of the tub and wrapped her in a big fluffy towel. Buffy let her dry her off, patience running thin, but still Buffybot’s hands kept patting and rubbing, stretching the simple chore into a production. Until she couldn’t endure it any more.

“Don’t tease me,” Buffy muttered.

“Ceasing teasing protocol,” Buffybot reported. “Would you like an orgasm or should I cease the sexual encounter?”

“Just fuck me.”

“You have consented to continue the sexual encounter.”

Buffy was guided into her bedroom, onto the bed. Breathless with anticipation, she sank into the softness while hardly conscious of the luxury. She could only think of the satisfaction she was finally going to receive. 

“Just relax, Buffy. I’m used to doing all the work.”

Relaxation was impossible, but Buffy did manage to lie obediently pliant as Buffybot got onto the bed, moving her this way and that, positioning her body according to some lesbian feng shui. It was an effort to remain still, though, and Buffy whimpered and tossed her head when Buffybot’s mouth first touched her, open lips on her breast, hot and wet and almost painfully possessive, as if Buffybot recognized it was hers and wanted it back.

She felt Buffybot’s soft lips close and tighten around the nipple, leaving just enough room for her tongue to come into play at the swollen tip, trying to provoke mother’s milk from her model with maddeningly ingenious strokes. There was suction and pressure at the same time, all in the same long kiss, and Buffy could hear Buffybot’s tongue lapping as she rolled her face around to strike and feast ravenously from every angle.

It was almost anticlimactic when she shifted to the other breast. Buffy’s thighs opened and closed of their own volition, trying to give herself the delicious pressure that now gripped both nipples. She had waited too long, her desire had been stoked to too high a pitch for her to have any control over her body. The heat was simply too intense for her to stand. 

As if that was just what she’d wanted, Buffybot began a moist trail of slowly descending kisses at Buffy’s heaving breasts, continuing over her quivering belly and down to her straining thighs. Buffy jammed the heels of both feet into the mattress and thrust her hips upward, urging the robot to hurry, demanding, imploring, beseeching, clamoring silently for deliverance. And for once Buffybot understood completely, ending the slow softness to jam her tongue to the core of Buffy’s need.

It was so direct, so potent, so ravishingly thorough. As if Buffy were being burned up in a furnace, and yet each stroke was so incomparably blissful that she prayed it would never stop. And then somehow even that was surpassed as Buffybot’s powerful hands dug underneath Buffy to lift her ass high off the bed, to feed that much more of her cunt to Buffybot’s insatiable mouth. Until the deepest recesses of her body vibrated to the tune set by Buffybot’s rhythmic, rapturous tongue…

Buffy’s memory flashed back to earlier that evening, when she had watched Cordelia getting tongue-fucked by Willow. She never would’ve suspected that she would have the exact same experience this very night. And enjoy it just as wholeheartedly as Cordelia had. She felt liberated, ecstatic. It was wonderful to share in the same sexual pleasure her three friends had.

She thought of them as she came.

***

Ever since that night in the graveyard, Willow had been masturbating like crazy. It was insane. She went to school, she saw Xander and Cordelia, and her brain just crashed. She could barely control herself, barely keep it together until she got home and relieved herself. It temporarily satisfied her, but nothing could take the place of a nice hard cock. Her fingers could never substitute for what Xander had done to her, the taste of Cordelia, both of them together, pressing in on her until there was no escape from them.

It made her even more reserved than normal, having to sit through classes and library anti-vampire sessions, knowing she would be fucking herself like a sex maniac as soon as she was alone. She barely spoke one word to Xander or Cordelia, clinging to Buffy for conversation. And everything Buffy said seemed to be about those two, reminding Willow of what had happened, driving her even deeper into her memories. It got so she couldn’t go to band practice without wanting to stick a flute somewhere.

And it really got out of hand when her parents left her home alone over the weekend. There was nothing to distract her from what had happened, nothing to stop her from indulging herself, and her whole body seemed to leap with glee. She wasn’t just remembering what had happened, she was picturing what could happen, all alone in her big house. She knew what it felt like now. She could imagine Cordelia kissing her again, Xander burying himself inside her—even Buffy looking up at her with those big blue eyes as she ate her out. God, how would Buffy feel? Would it be like Cordelia or different? It would have to be different, right? Maybe even better!

Late at night, Willow couldn’t take anymore. She unbuttoned her overalls and skinned them down her legs, thrusting her fingers under her drenched panties. She brought herself off quickly. Then, lying in bed with her hand cupping her sex, she phoned Xander. Somehow she knew he would answer and not his parents. Lying back on the bed, the phone pressed to her ear, it seemed impossible she couldn’t connect to him, no matter how late it was.

“Willow? That you?” It seemed he was feeling the same thing.

“Hey Xander,” she whispered in a nervous voice. “I’m Willow here.”

“I couldn’t tell,” Xander yawned sarcastically. “So, what service will you be requiring from the Harris Beer Emporium?”

“Uh, I, I, I want you to come over here?” Willow blurted out, too excited to control herself, but too herself for it not to come out as a question.

“Why? Is there something, you know, after you?”

“I just want you here,” Willow insisted. “Please come here. I’m sorry for being all distant and I want us to keep being friends and I really want you to come in my mouth.”

“What?” Xander asked, unable to believe what he’d heard.

“I want to suck you off,” Willow repeated. “I mean, I want us to hang out. I want to hang out with you.”

“At twelve o’clock at night?”

“What else would I have said?” Willow asked.

“Okay,” Xander stammered, partially stunned. “I’ll be right over.”

“That’s neat,” Willow said excitedly. “Bring your cock. I mean, I mean, don’t—but, if you want to, you can?”

“Wills, what the hell—“

Willow hung up. Her pussy throbbed under her fingers. The urge to slip one inside was nearly overwhelming.

She took a shower instead. A cold one. 

After that, she pulled on a bikini she hadn’t worn in a long time.

It’d been a gift from Buffy. The panties were sheer black and hugged her ass like a second skin. She was very much aware that her pubic hair curled out from the tight crotch. She knew that her sex was outlined, the bulge of it obvious. The lower curves of her rounded ass showed, and the back of her panties dug into the crevice of her ass. On her pert breasts, she wore a top tight enough to leave her nipples protruding. 

She’d worn it once, after Buffy had gotten it for her, then decided it was too much for her to show off. She couldn’t go to the beach in it unless she had her towel on at all times. But if it was just Xander seeing her in it… that excited her.

She wanted to fuck him. It wasn’t even out of jealousy over Cordelia; she didn’t mind if he fucked her any. But she wanted him too.

Yet, as much as she wanted it, Willow was sure she couldn’t ask for his cock. He would have to ask her.

Xander showed up well past midnight, feeling vaguely suspicious trawling around at an hour when everyone was rolling up the sidewalks and turning off the porch lights. He knocked at Willow’s door, the sound seeming unbelievably loud on the quiet street, and heard her voice from around back: “It’s open!”

Xander tried the knob. It was not open.

“I mean, the door to the fence, the fence into the back, that’s open. I’m behind the fence. Just… just come over here.”

Xander went around to the fence that separated the backyard from the front, finding that not only was it unlocked, but that there wasn’t even a lock on it to lock. He wondered how nervous Willow was that she would be getting all googly-eyed around him. He was her friend, after all. 

There was a pool in the backyard of Willow’s place, and not an aboveground one either. The cover was over it, but Willow laid at the poolside as though it wasn’t, stretched out on a lounge chair.

Trying to stretch out, anyway. Willow knew she had some of the height for it, but not as much as Cordelia. She was taller than Buffy, but it was all skin and bones, with none of the curves Buffy had, and not enough of the height Cordy had. It was hard not to feel like the worst of both worlds with them around. As if it wasn’t bad enough that Xander was obsessed with Buffy, now he was actually getting laid with Cordelia!

“So, uh, whacha doin’, Wills?”

Willow suddenly felt self-conscious, posing herself by the pool. She was grateful that only the patio light showed her off, and the fence kept her hidden from all the neighbors, who were probably asleep. Hopefully asleep. She didn’t even want anyone to hear her. She lowered her voice almost conspiratorially. “I’m just getting a suntan,” she whispered.

“At one in the morning?”

Willow bit her lip. “I burn easily.” 

She nervously smiled at him, and saw that his eyes were moving up and down her body. They lingered at the outline of her crotch. The slit of her labia was obvious, as were the hairs underneath.

“It was kinda weird what happened… isn’t it?” Xander ventured, hands in his pockets.

Willow sat up, pulling her legs to her chin and resting her chin on her knees. She felt a little better with her body curled in on itself, some of it hidden behind other parts. “Yeah, but—normal too. Right. Like we both wanted to do something…”

“And we just did it. That shouldn’t be weird, should it?”

“No. But it is.” Willow lowered her face even deeper into her knees, pressing her forehead to one. “I liked it.”

“I did too,” Xander assured her.

“It’s not… normal for me to like that kind of thing. Even when I touch myself—“

“Whoa, hey—“

“It feels good, but also like I shouldn’t be… but that was just… neat. It’s only after that I thought it should be weird.”

“It still registers more neat for me than weird.” Xander coughed. “I mean, I would say that…”

“No, no, you’re right. Me too.” Willow nodded to herself and let one leg lapse out. She felt the wind on her exposed lower body. She thought she could feel the moonlight on it. “Are you mad at me because I had sex with Cordy?”

“Wills, c’mon…”

“Because I know she’s your girlfriend. I don’t want to come between you. Even if I kinda… came… between you…”

“You were just doing what felt natural. That’s what me and Cordy have been doing…”

“Have been?” Willow bit her lip, fiddled her teeth back and forth on it. “Have you been having sex? Have you stopped having sex?”

“Uhh… other direction,” Xander said. “It’s been nice.”

“Good!” Willow enthused. “That is good, right? She’s really pretty and good at sex and you like sex, so I should feel good for you.”

“You should,” Xander agreed, though he wasn’t sure he should be. “I’d feel good if you were having sex. I do feel good that you’re having sex!”

“With Cordelia?”

“I meant with Oz. But Cordelia, yeah, sure. I suppose I feel good for all of us there.” Hands still in his pockets, Xander swung his elbows out, then clapped them back against his body. “I think about you.”

“When?” 

“Now. All the time. When I’m with Cordelia. Not—when I’m with Cordelia, but after. I’ll think about you and wonder…”

“Wonder what?” Willow prompted as he trailed off, staring over at the lights coming up from under the water.

“I wonder if you’re feeling this good. And if you want to be with Cordelia and… if you want to be with…” Xander took his hand out of his pocket and pointed at himself.

“If you wanted to do something to me,” Willow breathed, “I’d let you. Even if it’s a little naughty.”

He reached out with his empty hand. Almost fearfully, he touched the toes of her outstretched foot. His hand was warm. Willow looked him straight in the eye and leaned back, spreading her legs smoothly and gracefully, far more gracefully than she felt. 

Without saying a word, Xander slid to his knees before her. His hands eased under her ass and tugged her toward him. Her panties rolled down her legs as he removed them and his eyes feasted hungrily on her wet pussy, just inches from his mouth.

“This may be more than a little naughty,” Xander said, trailing his slim fingers up her silky thighs. His thumb brushed her swollen clit and moved down her moist lips to slide, with tantalizing slowness, deep inside her. 

Willow caught her breath and reached down to cover his hand with hers. She’d been wrong. Fingers were more than a substitute for his cock. So long as it was him…

“I just thought of what Cordelia would say if she came here and found you kissing me.”

“She wouldn’t say anything.” Xander’s fingers found his zipper and pulled it down. “Not with this in her mouth.”

“I don’t want it in her mouth,” Willow replied shakily. That prompted a thought. She couldn’t stop wondering about the two of them, even when she had Xander to herself. “Xander, do you… do you cunnilingus her?”

“Well, I hold with tradition and don’t call it anything like that, but yeah. I do cunnilingus her.”

Willow’s trembling fingers reached down to spread her labia and tease her clit. “Show me?”

“It will be my pleasure,” Xander replied.

His tongue flicked out to graze lightly over the tip of her clit. Willow’s breath caught with a loud gasp. She reached out with both hands to pull his head tighter to her open sex. She felt his tongue trailing up and down between her thighs, sending wild tingles throughout her body like ripples from a stone thrown into a pond. A big fucking stone.

“Ease up!” Xander mumbled. “I have to breathe a little.”

Willow’s reply was high and quavering. “Sorry. I-I’m so turned on… I need this really badly…”

Her fingers twisted in his hair. She was so tense that it was hard for her to keep her legs apart. She wanted to double up, to capture his tongue forever in the depths of her spasming cunt. Her hips moved with quick little jerks. She was conscious of her nipples crinkling up as stiff as diamonds in their settings.

“Make me come! Please! I’d really like to come! Oh… mmm… harder, harder…”

His fingers spread her swollen labia, exposing her raging clit. His teeth nipped gently, and then his mouth pressed closer and she felt the wonderful suction working harder and harder on her clit. Her whole body shook uncontrollably. Her heels dug into his strong back. Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out.

Xander lifted her squirming ass clear up off the lounge chair, pulling her toward him. He pressed her legs up and apart, his mouth sucking up every drop of her soaked pussy. He held her in mid-air as easily as he would a doll. His powerful tongue dove deep inside her, whipping in and out of her clenched passage.

Willow wailed, “Oh God! I’m coming! Nnnhhhhh! I’ve waited…!”

Her arms filled the air, flailing and flying as her body twisted and convulsed, the waves of her orgasm sweeping over her. Her legs closed around Xander’s head, imprisoning him in the quivering vise of her taut thighs.

“Can’t stop coming! Can’t! Can’t! It’s so good!”

Xander’s hands closed around her waist. He fell backwards to the floor, tugging her down with him, his tongue shoved as far as it could go into her clasping cunt. She ended up on her knees, settling her hot pussy over his upturned mouth, grinding and grinding her pussy to his sucking lips. Her hands fisted in his hair, lifting him up to her.

“Again!” Willow moaned. “Make me come again. One more time, Xander. Just one more time. Please, please!”

Her fingers dug into her cunt, holding it wide open. Her clit stuck straight out, stiff and demanding. Her hips swung back and forth in a wild frenzy of motion, raking her cunt over his lips, his teeth, his chin. She felt his middle finger press hard against her puckered asshole. Willow groaned and grabbed her asscheeks, holding them open and grinding her ass down on his probing finger.

“Yes, yes!” she gasped. “Finger my ass. Harder, harder, harder! I’m coming again, Xander! I am! I am! Uunfh! My pussy’s on fire!”

Willow fell off him, pulling her burning asshole free of his finger. She rolled over and over across the cement, almost into the pool, grabbing her sex with both hands. Tears of relief coursed down her flushed cheeks.

Slowly, her body stopped shaking. Her hands fell limply to the floor. She opened her eyes and strained to bring the world into focus. Someone was staring at her soberly, slowly shaking their head in wonder. Willow smiled up at Xander. It took her a moment to realize she was looking at Cordelia.

“Xander,” she said, “how come I never come like that when you’re going down on me?”

***

Willow sat in the lounge chair again, holding her hands over her naked groin. Xander sat on a patio chair. Cordelia stood, a smile showing off her sparkling white teeth.

“I’m just going to come right out and ask,” Xander said. Then he turned to Willow. “Wills, you feel like another threesome?”

“Oh, umm…” Willow looked at Cordelia, whose bitchface was not resting. “I… feel like we should get the relationship status settled before we decide on that.”

“Wow,” Cordelia said, arms crossed. “You get head from a guy and suddenly you’re too good for me.”

“It’s not her fault,” Xander said. “I’m your boyfriend. I didn’t—I made her think you wouldn’t mind. I didn’t think you mind. Do you mind?”

“Of course not. Trust me, I’ve pictured what you’ve stuck your dick into in your life, and this is at the high-end. In fact, I think this could be good for us.”

“Good like that threesome was good?” Xander asked from further down his one-track mind.

“Good like my social life used to be good before I dated you. Now, you and Willow can date, a nice nerd-to-nerd romance, and I can go back to being a ten. My value depreciates if I date much lower than my ranking.”

“So…” Xander began. “You want to break up with me so I can date Willow?”

“Who said anything about breaking up? We can still mess around. Just not in public or with me ever acknowledging your existence. You’ll be like my mom’s poolboy, or my mom’s tennis instructor, or my mom’s cousin.” She went over to Xander, smile twitching, and ran her hand over his head. “And since we’re not in public, and Willow’s got you all warmed up, we can test drive this new arrangement right now…”

“Actually,” Willow piped up. “I’m kinda still… that is, I wasn’t really finished with the, his mouth? So maybe we could do another of those things where he’s penising me and then me, I could… do something for you… or not.”

“Not,” Cordelia desired. “He’s still my boyfriend, Willow Rosenberg. That big dick belongs to me. If you see a lipstick mark at the base, that is a collar, honey. So I’m gonna ride that prick like it’s a sweet 16 Mercedes-Bennie. If you don’t want to watch, you can go back to bed like the old Russian grandmother you dress like. But I think you want to watch me fuck him.” She glanced at Xander’s crotch. “C’mon, Harris. How long are you going to make your fake nerd girlfriend wait for the show?”

Willow saw him stand and work himself out of his boxers. Cordelia was giggling softly, her eyes on the other woman, but Willow wasn’t looking at her. She was staring at Xander’s cock.

She was amazed at the length and thickness of his prick. Hadn’t thought it was that large from the other night. It jutted from a thick mat of hair, the shaft long and round, very hard. The head was swollen almost to the size of a slam plum. His balls hang heavily below.

Xander was not at all embarrassed to be naked in front of her, she saw, and he was not embarrassed by his erection either.

Cordelia took his prick in her small hand and fondled it while still looking at Willow. Xander stood there and looked from the brunette to the redhead, letting Cordelia jerk back and forth on his prick. Then he leaned over Cordelia and shoved her skirt to her waist. Willow watched him peel her skimpy panties down—of course Cordelia’s panties were skimpy—and again she saw Cordelia’s bare-shaven cunt. She could not stop her tongue from running over her lips.

“You’d like to eat this pussy again, wouldn’t you?” Cordelia asked with exaggerated friendliness. “Awww, you can’t… Xander’s going to fuck it. You’ll just have to sit there and watch.”

Cordelia lowered herself across Xander’s thighs. Willow gazed hotly at Cordelia’s sweet, naked ass. She saw the smooth tightness of the flesh, the firm round buttocks. She saw Xander’s cock and balls as he stretched his legs out, positioning Cordelia’s sex above his straining member.

Willow saw Xander looking at her as he pushed his prick into Cordelia. As Cordelia settled onto his cock, her lips stretching until Xander’s cock was deeply buried. Then Xander clawed at Cordelia’s ass, pulling her asscheeks wide. Willow’s eyes were glassy as she saw the tight pucker of Cordelia’s asshole.

“Fuck me, Xander,” Cordelia said, her voice thick with lust. “Let her watch us fuck. Let her see me ride that cock!”

She squealed with ecstasy as she bounced her ass up and down.

Willow watched Xander’s cock appear and disappear while her own pussy boiled. “Spread your legs, Rosenberg,” she heard Cordelia say. “You’re watching us fuck, so spread your legs and show us what you’ve got!”

Willow found herself doing as Cordelia asked.

Sitting back in the lounge chair, she spread her thighs wide. Her eyes glowed; straining to watch Cordelia’s ass bouncing, Xander’s cock thrusting…

“Fuck, you’re wide open,” Cordelia said. “And soaking wet! Fuck, I can smell you from here! Xander would slide right into you if I let him. You’d take him to the hilt, I don’t care how much of a virgin you are. Look, Xander. Look at Willow’s cunt. She’s totally lezzing out for me.”

Willow could not resist lifting her ass up, as if offering her sex to their gaze. She kept watching as Cordelia bounced her beautifully tight ass up and down, listening to her ecstatic squeals, knowing Xander was gazing between her legs at how wet she was. She closed the fingers of one hand on her breast and squeezed.

While Cordelia plunged herself up and down on his cock, Xander kept his eyes on Willow, seeing her dig into her tit, her widely spread legs, the softness of her inner thighs, the moisture in between. He thrust hard and fast with his cock as Cordelia came churning down on him.

“Ooooh, I’m gonna come, Harris!” Cordelia wailed, grinding powerfully onto his cock. “Nnngh, you’re gonna have me going in a minute! Oh, so good! So hard! Fuck me!”

Willow saw Xander pull the sweet roundness of Cordelia’s ass apart, saw her tight asshole twinkle invitingly. Now Willow had both hands digging into her tits, her knees thrown wide and her own ass twisting as if she, too, were being fucked.

She thought she would come, her cunt was bubbling so hotly. Having Xander stare between her widely spread thighs sent shivers of ecstasy through her, ecstasy as much as watching Cordelia fuck him. She saw his balls become tight and heard his loud grunt.

Cordelia jiggled her ass like an ecstatic worshipper dancing through a ritual. “I’m coming, Xander!” she yelled, her body shaking, the cheeks of her ass shivering.

Xander pulled out of her, his prick still rigid, gouts of precum unspooling from his cockhead. “Turn over, Cordy,” he said. “I’m gonna fuck you in the ass.”

“God, you’re such a pervert,” Cordelia exclaimed. But she got down on the floor on her hands and knees, her ass tipped up high. She had been hoping for this, his cock in her asshole, and now he wanted it. And why not? Who wouldn’t?

Xander gripped Cordelia’s hips, dipped his cockhead in her flooded cunt, then centered on her anus. Somehow he knew that one huge lunge into her would make her come. He wanted to feel that climax with his cock up her ass. It already felt so wonderful going in, so snug and sensual…

“Cordelia, is he really fucking you in the ass?” Willow breathed. The redhead was flat on her back, legs spread, her flushed cunt dripping her own arousal.

“Oh yes,” Cordelia breathed. “Oh God yes.”

“Crap!” Willow gasped. “I’ve never done it like that.”

“Where have you been, Rosenbaum?” Cordelia asked. Xander’s cockhead began to spread the snug circle of her rectum.

“Rosenberg,” Willow corrected.

“That’s a cock up my ass, ginger; I don’t care.”

Xander pushed his big, burning prick slowly into Cordelia’s twitching asshole. “Urrgh!”

I’ve gotta see this, Willow though as she moved to her hands and knees, crawling to see Cordelia’s asshole, where Xander was fucking his prick in carefully.

The feel of his cock, his balls dangling down against her leaky cunt, sent hot tremors through Cordelia’s body. “Hnnn, Xander!” she wailed. “What are you trying to do, fuck my colon?”

“You can call it whatever you want,” Xander muttered. His measured strokes, the deep hard thrusts into her ass, shot tremors all through Cordelia’s body. Willow crawled around so she could watch him fuck her ass. “Yeah, baby!”

Cordelia cried out as the first pulses of her orgasm shook her by the cunt and ass and clit. The action of Xander’s huge cockhead inside her almost knocked her flat, but she stayed on her hands and knees.

“Uhhh, fuuuuck!” she shrieked. “Shoot your cum now! I want to feel your cock throb! I can’t wait! Show Willow how you blow a load up my asshole!”

“His balls are pulling up,” Willow breathed, her face only inches from Cordelia’s upturned ass. “He’s gonna—inside you. He’s going to do it inside you!”

“Ughhh!” Cordelia cried. “My asshole is coming! My cunt is coming! Fuck it into me, Harris! Fuck it now!”

Xander fucked her with bull thrusts. He groaned. His strokes quickened. His cockhead seemed to reach all the way through her. He was coming.

“Fuuuuuuck!” Xander shouted, fucking his prick in even harder. It throbbed. Her ass was clamping and spasming around him, refusing to let his cock go without coming.

“I can feel your cum shooting up my ass!” Cordelia keened. “God, that’s good! Why can’t you always come this much for meeeeee!?”

Her knees gave way. Xander followed her down, his hips pounding away with piledriver force. His last thrusts moved Cordelia along the slippery tiles along the pool. She felt spunk oozing out around his thrusting prick. Finally he settled down, his huge cock still crammed into her fluttering hole.

“Wow. Woooow. I’ve never seen anything like that!” Willow breathed. She sat with her thighs apart, her right hand on her cunt.

“What the fuck are you doing, lazing around like you’re watching a peep show?” Cordelia demanded. “He’s done, now it’s your turn. Eat my ass. Eat his cum out of my ass.”

Willow barely had time to think before Cordelia had grabbed her by the hair and forced her between her buttocks, Xander kneeling at their sides to witness the kinky act. Cordelia’s well-opened anus was bursting with thick, white seed as her muscles contracted. Willow’s tongue lashed out and gathered up all that was leaking out.

“Uh… sorry, Wills,” Xander said, feeling a quiver in his balls as Willow’s pink tongue slid around the rim of Cordelia’s anus. “I wouldn’t have come so much if I’d known you were on clean-up duty.”

“It’s fine,” Cordelia said, Willow’s tongue slipping into her loose, tarnished asshole. “She likes it—that’s it, that’s it! You want to be his girlfriend, you’d better drink all his cum!”

Willow’s lips covered Cordelia’s anus. Tremors slid across both women’s bodies as Xander watched Willow eat his cum out of Cordelia’s ass. He heard her heavy breathing and snorting and his cock started to harden again.

Willow felt enormously perverted as she eased her tongue into Cordelia’s asshole and tasted Xander’s jizz. The very depravity of the act excited her. To do such a thing, and to be watched doing it, was almost as exciting as fucking. She was clutching Cordelia’s voluptuous ass, her lips forming a tight seal around her anus as her tongue burrowed into the cum-filled passage.

She salivated copiously as her tongue drilled into the trembling pink rosebud, the hot walls beyond grabbing at it. The muscles of her neck and shoulders strained and ached as she gave in to Cordelia’s obscene demand. And Willow’s hot breath bursting against Cordelia’s asshole increased the cheerleader’s overwhelming desire to dominate both her lovers. It was just like being cheer captain. Only so much better.

Cordelia’s anus flowered wider from the teasing of Willow’s probing tongue and she felt a flood of Xander’s cum trickle out to be tasted. Willow lapped wildly at it and groaned, swallowing contentedly. She suctioned the sensitive ring, drawing out the last sticky stings of white semen and searching for more. She whimpered when it was gone, but kept right on tonguing Cordelia’s asshole. 

Xander heard her moaning continuously and his cock rose to full, throbbing hardness as he watched her body quivering. Willow was obsessed with pleasing Cordelia, out of control and lost in some sensuous daydream of her own. Finally, he gripped her hair and forced her head up harshly.

Willow gasped and shuddered, her eyes blinking rapidly as she returned to the present. Xander’s big cock was in front of her, throbbing powerfully. She pursed her lips and looked up at Xander with pleading eyes.

“Want another drink, Wills?”

She nodded, her mouth already open.