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Big Buffy Butt Bang 3
🕑 Added 2022-11-13 17:00:10 +0000 UTCDriving the solid strap-on into Buffy’s rhythmically twitching asshole, Willow panted hoarsely, like a beast of burden being propelled at top speed by a whip. She had forgotten all about Glory and her threats, her entreaties. All that mattered now was the lust that had simmered for Buffy since the first time they’d met—at first suppressed, then ignored, and now finally being vented. Years of sexual frustration and need were coursing through Willow’s sylphlike body and all that lust could only go one place: right up Buffy’s ass.
She was so lost in the titillating experience that Willow couldn’t even process that the cock she was feeling Buffy’s regrouping tightness with was not hers, not really a piece of her body. As far as Willow was concerned, in that lustful moment, she had a prick and she was fucking Buffy senseless with it.
“I’m gonna come in your ass, Buffy. I’m fucking your ass and I’m gonna come in your ass.” Willow couldn’t believe she was saying it, but it was too insane to keep quiet about.
She could feel it: something immense and powerful and vibrating deep in her loins, and it wasn’t going to stay there. The strap-on shook and thickened and lengthened. Whatever was happening inside her, it left her through the bridge that connected her to that exquisite tightness inside of Buffy. The only place all that potency could possibly go was into the taboo space up Buffy’s ass.
Buffy let out a whimpering groan. Her shaky legs stiffened. Her buttocks clenched, sphincter closing ferociously on Willow’s ramming cock. It held the strap-on from tip to base, so tight their whole union trembled from the electric tension running through them.
“Give me your cum!” Buffy keened. “AHH! Shoot all your cum up my ass—I wanna feel it running out of me next week! OHHH GOD! I can feel it! You’re shooting off! You’re putting it all up my butt, Willow, Will!”
Her cunt trembled as it blossomed into climax, petals closing on Willow’s darting fingers. Buffy ground her clit into whatever friction she could find, working herself against any resistance Willow’s body offered. Not content with the fucking that had made her asshole a gaping crater, but always wanting more, more, more.
The volcano of jolting pleasure erupting inside her shook Buffy’s body convulsively, turning her mouth into a silent O and her eyes into blank but teary stares. Too stunned to express any of what she felt, she was filled with the sensation of Willow’s jerking prick in her rectum. Feeling each little pump it made as it shot thick cum into her bowels. Stuffing her sucking asshole with wet cream until it brimmed over.
Her buttocks flexed and jiggled, drawing apart and together as excess semen trickled out of her overwhelmed hole. Then Buffy’s lips jumped into belated motion, trembling and groaning and circling until the shattering blasts of her orgasm were finally gone.
With a deep moan, Willow stuck the strap-on as far into Buffy’s colon as she could get it, then she went limp, falling over Buffy’s back while the trembling of Buffy’s asshole around her falling erection gave her aftercare.
“Oh God, Will!” Buffy breathed. “Were you trying to get me to give up walking? Or do you just have something about me sitting down?”
“I couldn’t help it,” Willow giggled, struck by the lack of any tension in her boneless body now that she’d gotten off. “That asshole of yours… having it around my, my whatever that was… I came, Buffy. I felt myself… pumping. How much even came out of me? It was like I had gallons inside me—and now they’re in you—oh, they’re in your butt. I put all of that in your butt and I did it with a dick…”
Watching, listening, Tara didn’t know what to do with herself. It was ridiculous of her to feel possessive of Willow—she was hardly some swaggering he-man kind of lesbian who could dominate Willow’s attention.
But the way their friendship had corresponded with Willow’s sexual awakening, gone from sisterhood into passion, meant that she’d been treated to a monopoly on Willow’s affection without ever having to fight for it. She had a shy, retiring character. Competing for love wasn’t in her repertoire.
And she thought she wouldn’t have to! Willow only seemed to have eyes for her. Now, in short order, Tara had gone from realizing Willow’s crush on Buffy to seeing them consummate it, both of them orgiastic in how much they enjoyed it. It was small consolation that she would have her opportunity to be serviced by the beautiful blonde as well… but Tara seized it.
She wouldn’t have wanted to take on Buffy in the sexually voracious state she’d been in before, but now that Willow was done with her, it was like Tara had Buffy right where she wanted her: silenced and weakened by her climax. There seemed like nothing Buffy wouldn’t do now, nothing she wasn’t pliant and submissive enough for. The perfect way for even someone as mild-mannered as Tara to indulge in her.
Willow wanted to fuck Buffy? Well, now she could stand there and watch while her girlfriend did it too.
Tara forced each step she made to the naked, quivering Slayer and her equally insensate, satisfied girlfriend to be confident, almost stomping. She took Willow by the hips and picked her up off Buffy, then shuffled her aside so brusquely it was almost like she gave her a shove. Then she bent down, her eyes fixed on the luscious flesh of Buffy’s toned little ass.
Tara had put on the strap-on a while ago—a way to distract herself from what the ‘old friends’ were sharing—but it hadn’t really throbbed until now. Tara had thought it had, but it hadn’t really.
Buffy laid on her belly as much as she could, with the stockade around her waist holding her up some. It flattened out the fullness of her pert round breasts, but she still looked lovely. Tara wouldn’t mind the process of paying Buffy back for this whole plot. Or was Glory entirely to blame? It didn’t matter. She was angry and she was going to vent her anger, not bottle it all up like usual.
Yet Tara moved slowly, lightly, unused to the verve circulating inside her. Her hand reached out and rested on the warm softness of Buffy’s hip. It seemed to retain some of the familiar heat from Willow’s body.
Tara opened her fingers, kneading the creamy skin, delighting in how it springily responded to her caress. Buffy even sighed and moaned through her fugue-like contentment. Tara closed her fingers on the firm flesh, kneading it, worrying her fingernails a little into Buffy’s tan. It reddened under her claws, then cooled to Buffy’s beautifully gilded coloring.
At first, Buffy seemed like a lazy lap cat, all but oblivious to anything but how good it felt for Tara to touch her. Still lost in the aftermath of her climax, Tara’s gentle massage rolled into the Slayer’s senses alongside the satiated aftershocks, prolonging the delicious ripples that had her cooing and sighing.
So Tara put her other hand on Buffy’s other buttock, squeezing that tawny flesh with her thumb stroking along the curve of Buffy’s crevice. The blonde started her return to the land of the living.
“Mmmmmmmm,” she moaned, feeling her buttocks parting again, but this time to let in nothing but the cool air of the room.
“Willow really did a number on you,” Tara said, staring at her splayed asshole, swamped with cum both inside and out.
“Hnnnhh… love it,” Buffy yawned, still caught halfway between the thrill of orgasm and the relief of no longer being ass-fucked.
She felt wonderful… at peace… in the grip of pure bliss. It was more than what she could remember of being with Angel; a totality of emotion that was impossible to put into words. All she could do was enjoy it and she didn’t want to do anything but that.
“Did you know it would be that good? My Willow?” Tara asked, knowing she wouldn’t get an answer from Buffy in her current state but trying anyway.
“Uummmm hhmmmm…”
Buffy could tell Tara was doing something to her, working her fingers into pert buttocks. She liked it. She wanted it to keep happening to her. The feeling of fingers along her asshole was something new: she was used to cock, and to nothing at all after Glory was done dicking her ass, except maybe more cock if she could get it.
The combination of Tara’s easy touch and the afterglow of her anal orgasm was so novel it caught her up, reversing course on her climax to bring her back to the arousal she’d had before Willow was inside her.
Everything was happening so fast that Buffy couldn’t think where all this playing with her ass might lead.
“Tell me something,” Tara breathed, her voice quickening with emotion. “Did you want Willow to fuck you or was that Glory’s idea?”
Buffy wasn’t sure she’d heard her correctly. She could’ve sworn that, in the interval between one ass-fucking and the next, for some reason Tara was asking her about petty details of why Willow had fucked her.
“Willow fucked me because it’s good to fuck. Hee,” she yawned, as though she were half-asleep and didn’t want to fully wake. “I’m an anal slut… anal sluts are good to fuck… mmmm… I could never be an anal slut for Glory and not let my other friends fuck my butt too…”
Rather than try to think any further of Tara’s question, Buffy considered the matter settled. All she wanted to do was wallow in the delightfulness of being caressed. Maybe, after they’d all fucked her butt, they could all lie in bed together, every one of them feeling her, touching her.
Her ass would be for Glory, of course, but her tits, her lips, her legs, and obviously her hands—those would all be on one of her pretty friends or another…
Tara smiled at the state Buffy was in. She would’ve laughed at how far the Slayer had fallen, but she didn’t want to take the chance that would break the spell that Summers was under. “Willow’s my girlfriend,” she said. “I love her. But I guess she had to fuck you. Well, fine. I’ll fuck you just as hard, you know. If you’re really such a whore that you’ll come that hard even without being in love with the girl fucking you, then I’ll make you come the same way.”
“Hhnnnn…” Buffy moaned, another spasm in her cunt blotting out her awareness, making her only vaguely aware that someone was speaking to her. She wished all those annoying words would stop; she wanted to fully enjoy the fondling her ass was being given.
Tara pressed in just a little harder with her squeezing fingers into the warm, welcoming flesh of Buffy’s ass. “I mean, it’s not enough that--that you have every guy in town after you. Now you have to go after the girls too. And not just Faith; we all knew there was something there. But my girl… even your own sister… and your mom… maybe you really are a whore. Is it really that… satisfying? Being an anal whore?”
She stripped quickly, one-upping Willow by making herself naked except for the painfully erect strap-on she wore. The head was blunt and round, the tiny hole at the end already seeping a clear drop of whatever magically passed for ejaculate.
While Tara rimmed Buffy with her thumb, widening her asshole before it could return to the pristine virginity it’d had before Willow, her other hand stroked the mammoth dildo. She used wetness from Buffy’s pussy, from her sweaty thighs, to lubricate the shaft and get it even harder.
Tara began to pant. She told herself it wasn’t her, it was the magic of the strap-on. All the anxiousness she felt for the tight warmth of Buffy’s asshole was really in the strap-on. Maybe that was what had made Willow enjoy fucking it so much.
Why hadn’t Willow ever told her how much she loved ass-fucking? Tara would’ve bent over for her. She wasn’t made of glass. Was it just that Willow didn’t know? And Buffy got to be the one to show her?
Perfect, pretty Buffy—probably a size zero, with that petite little body—yet her ass still had room for every inch of cock Willow had worn…
Tara knelt behind Buffy, her body arching triumphantly. The thick, swollen strap-on stood out from her loins like a weapon ready to fire. She tingled with excitement, but felt that mainly in the dildo, so she blamed it on that too.
Buffy sensed the hard, metallic head of the dildo tipping into her. It was poised at her sphincter, ready to plunge into her. And then Buffy realized she was going to be fucked in the ass again.
