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🕑 Added 2023-01-06 00:59:01 +0000 UTC“You’re my girlfriend,” Willow said forlornly, kissing Tara’s ear. “But Buffy’s so lucky to have you fucking her. You’re… you’re really good at sex, babe. It almost makes me wish you were doing that to me… even if I never got to sit down again…”
“You’re not an anal whore, though,” Tara replied, a bit more nicely.
“Nuh-uh,” Willow agreed, although she had her doubts. But she wanted to be personable when Tara was in such a fraught state. “But I love seeing what you do to one. I can tell you’re really making Buffy feel good.”
Tara took in a sharp sucking of breath. She always loved when Willow praised her. “You want me to make her come, babe?”
Willow brushed her grin against Tara’s cheek. “I’m not sure you could stop her, gorgeous. She’s such an absolute slut… even I made her come.”
“But you’re so good with a strap. How could she not get off?”
“I’m good? Look at the way Buffy’s getting fucked right now. You’d never guess that I just broke her in for you.”
Turning all her attention to Buffy, Tara grinned with sadistic glee. Her body felt powerful as it sweated, tense, electric with adrenaline. She increased her tempo, pumping even harder into Buffy’s shuddering anus. She rammed in and out, driven by the unimaginable pleasure she was receiving. It wasn’t just Buffy’s heaving ass. It was knowing she had power over the oh-so-strong Slayer.
Buffy took Tara’s crashing strokes with a panting ecstasy. She kept thinking that it would happen, it would happen, it would happen. Then it did. She came. Buffy felt herself seized, transported by a swirling maelstrom of sheer bliss. Anal bitch, she thought to herself. You’re her anal bitch… and Willow’s, and Glory’s… soon, you’ll be everyone’s…
Maddening thrills crackled through Buffy’s body like hot steam, heightening her passion, her sexuality. She would’ve thought that after her last climax, she wouldn’t be able to get off for a week, but there was no doubting this. It was happening again. She would come again and it would be just as good as the last one, even better. I’m an anal bitch…
“Here it comes, Buffy!” Tara grunted behind her. Buffy crooned, feeling hot cum surge inside her, racing neck and neck with her own orgasm to fill her body full. “You wonderful little cunt! Take it all!”
The first shot of ejaculation flew so far into Buffy’s colon that she didn’t know where it stopped. Its heat flowed up-up-up until Buffy wondered if she wouldn’t be able to taste it in the back of her throat. Blistering, coursing liquid stuffed her bowels.
Her body throbbed with the burning inside her; she ebbed and flowed with its cooling. Trembled when it slipped out of her splayed anus to coat her thighs. Every note of wetness and warmth she felt piled onto her frenzy. Buffy was grateful for the stockade—it kept her into place so she could do nothing but receive more and more and more.
Her orgasms bloomed, one after the other. Each one satisfied her more. Each one destroyed a little more of her until Buffy didn’t see how there would be any of her left at the end. With each creamy jolt of thick, white seed, Buffy had to claw her way through another heady burst of rapture.
Anya pulled Tara back and shoved her out of the way so brusquely that Willow had to catch her.
“Wow,” she said, watching with a grin as Buffy’s quivering ass forced out some of Tara’s cum like a helping of gruel slapped down onto a bowl. “Now that is an anal whore. Look at her asshole—still clenching. Or trying to. She still wants to get fucked.” Anya looked at Glory with vividly wide eyes. “Is it okay if I make her beg for it? I’m sure you want to keep things going, but it’s just be a waste of a needy anal slut not to get a little begging in…”
“Just put it in her,” Glory told her. “I’m not interested in foreplay. I want more action.”
“I was thinking we could give her a minute to heal; it’d be great if she were back to being a sodomy virgin before I—oh wow, that is really closing up. Slayer healing is no joke. Must be a real pain in the ass, huh Buffy? Does it still feel like you’re losing your cherry when you get cunt-fucked or are you such a pain freak that you don’t care?”
“Just fuck me,” Buffy said, her voice quiet. Even as far as she’d fallen, she felt a hint of fear at the notion of begging to be ass-fucked in front of friends and family. If Anya would just fuck her, she could lose herself in the debauchery, but if she had to think about how debased she’d become…
“Okay then!” Anya clapped her hands together and turned the gesture into a double thumbs up. “Just know that, for the record, you’re a total whore who loves being fucked in the ass, is completely hot for my cock (so long as it’s going up your butt), and you can’t wait to feel my cum in your ass, along with my cock. Get ready! You’re going on an adventure!”
She knelt behind Buffy. Carefully, unhurriedly, she guided the stiffened strap-on to Buffy’s sex. Wallowing between its lips, she painted the cockhead in Buffy’s abundant juices. Making it nice and slippery.
It wasn’t that she particularly cared about hurting Buffy or not. Anya knew the Slayer would enjoy it either way. But with a little less pain in the way, Buffy would feel an utter excess of pleasure. She’d be one overwhelmed anal slut. And as far as Anya was concerned, if you were going to fuck a total ass-fuck whore like Buffy, you might as well leave her completely ass-fucked.
She patted Buffy’s butt—Buffy’s nice, tight butt. Buying time while it fully healed up again. “Your ass,” she told Buffy, “is the perfect cock-holster. It will take a phallus of any length and girth; I can come in it all I want without getting you pregnant. It can’t be too loose or too dry—well, not after Willow and Tara gave it the business.”
Anya saw Buffy’s pussy trembling. She smiled. Just talking about fucking Buffy anally was getting her excited.
“It really is a powerful little orifice. It can take in, it can hold, it can push out. And there’s something so… positive about using it for sex. Think about it: after a lifetime of using it for expulsion, here you are using it for acceptance.”
“Anya, stop being weird,” Buffy gritted out. “It hurts more when I tighten up.”
“But it’ll feel better for me!” Anya reminded her primly.
Buffy growled. A part of her wanted to simply be fucked in the pussy. It’d been good enough for her all her life, until she’d met Glory. She was pushing her crotch back toward the strap-on, balancing all her weight on her knees and the stocks while she reached between her thighs and spread her labia lips.
Anya decided to humor her. With how Buffy was dripping, her cunt would be good lubrication. But once her strap-on was good and wet, then she was putting it in Buffy’s ass. It would be better as a surprise, she decided. She’d spare Buffy all that punishing anticipation. By the time she realized what was happening, Anya would happily have the buttfucking underway.
“Hurry,” Buffy moaned, her back arching as she pressed her forehead to the floor. There was precious little dignity in the picture Buffy presented of herself, but Anya appreciated the sheer shamelessness of it. She knew how hard that must be for the superior Slayer, especially used to defining herself against Faith’s baser, more whorish ways.
Buffy’s quivering fingers still pulled at her slit, holding open its folds. Her digits bunched and steepled, longing to reach out for the nearness of Anya’s strap-on, which she could feel so very close to where she needed it.
Anya could’ve just about laughed if she weren’t worried about making Buffy self-conscious. Maybe Buffy hadn’t done any work at getting out of her comfort zone. Maybe Glory had just fucked her entirely out of any decorum, which Anya could empathize with. She’d intended to ask Xander to pay her, the first time they’d had sex, but after a couple orgasms, she’d set the unfortunate precedent of doing it for free.
Still, Anya wasn’t going to keep Buffy waiting any longer—now not that her strap-on was lubed up. She pulled the tip of her strap-on from Buffy’s slit and guided it to her anus, pausing when she felt the cockhead touch Buffy’s hole, making sure she was oriented, then shoving forward and making Buffy’s sphincter part, taking the length of her strap-on no matter how her grommet tightened.
Anya felt Buffy’s ass clenching up as she inexorably forced her way in. Buffy’s muscles were tough, but they were also well-trained to accept being overridden this way. Soon, Anya’s lower belly was resting against the Slayer’s buttocks. Anya exhaled deeply, enjoying the feel of Buffy’s anal muscles in riotous motion around her deeply sunk prick.
“Please, Anya, gimme! Gimme-gimme-gimme!” Buffy whined, beating her brow gently against the floor.
“And what is it you want me to give you, Buffy?” Anya asked fastidiously.
“Hurry, hurry…!”
“I know you want me to hurry, but you have to tell me what it is you want. I’m sorry, Buffy, but I’m not a mind-reader. Who knows what a totally cock-starved whore like you wants?”
“Oh shit, oh God!”
“You’re usually so chatty, Buff. You come up with all these great little quips and bits of banter. Xander really likes that about you. He’s a big joker too. Maybe that would help you sort yourself out. ‘Knock knock,‘ Buffy.”
Buffy whimpered, then forced out a few strangled words: “Who’s there?”
“Fuck me.”
“Fuck me—“
“How do you want me to fuck you?” Anya interrupted, grinning ghoulishly. “You’ve fucked so many people since I’ve met you. Angel, Spike, Parker, Riley, that boy with the letterman jacket… Faith, obviously… now Willow and Tara have double-teamed you, so you really are a promiscuous little slut. Do you think you could tell me what kind of fuck you want? Obviously, if you want to be fucked by Glory, you could just ask Glory to fuck you, so anyone in the immediate vicinity is out—how about Cordelia? I have a pretty good idea how Cordelia used to fuck from my own coitus with Xander. I think I could do an alright impression of what sex with her, using a strap-on for anal stimulation of course, would be like.”
“Hard!” Buffy pleaded. “Please, just—now!”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, because you really do have a very pretty face, but I’m not fucking you there. Or in your pussy—“
“Just fuck me!” Buffy moaned.
“In the ass, Buffy. I know you don’t have a choice in the matter, but you’re still going to ask me to fuck you in the ass.”
Buffy hesitated a second, but then she felt Anya pinch her clit between two fingers and she couldn’t help herself. “Fuck me in the—in the ass,” she whimpered. Then, screaming: “Oh fuck, FUCK ME NOW!”
“Louder,” Anya told her. “And say where.”
Buffy blushed. “No, I can’t—“
“Say it!” Anya demanded.
“I couldn’t…” Buffy hesitated briefly, ears burning, then it was too much for her. “Fuck me in the ass!” she cried. Her voice grew even louder: “Fuck me however you want, you cunt!”
Anya laughed, long and cruel, pulling out just to slam forward. She forced the thick plug of her strap-on past Buffy’s sphincter and into the depths of her bowels. Then she kept going, thankful she’d chosen such a large dildo.
Even after having reamed Buffy once, there was still plenty of tightness for her to demolish. The wetness from Buffy’s cunt did only a little to ease Anya’s entrance into her hole. Buffy whimpered and whined like she was being tortured, which made it all the more pleasing for Anya to make her beg for more.
