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Big Buffy Butt Bang 8
🕑 Added 2023-02-10 17:59:01 +0000 UTCJoyce watched, unable to believe what she was seeing. Her daughter being such a wanton… enthusiast was bad enough, but then Dawn… her other daughter… almost exactly the same way, but in the other direction. Not wanting to be despoiled, but wanting to do the despoiling. Bragging about all the debauchery she’d inflicted on her sister… her own sister…
Then she felt Glory behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Your turn, mamacita. Watching the show get you excited to join in? You at least have to admit that little Buffy wants it. I mean, coming hard for Willow and Tara and even Anya is one thing, but her sister? That’s some first class slutting. Imagine how hard she’ll come for you, MILFy.”
“I… I don’t… I couldn’t possibly… oh my word…”
Glory’s smile only sharpened at Joyce’s matronly response. “You’re not that old. C’mon, I’ll make it easy on you. Scoobies, one of you get the Buffster out of the stocks. She’s not gonna bend over for this one. She’s gonna ride.”
Joyce didn’t resist as Glory undressed her, then helped her into a strap-on harness. Her breasts swayed back and forth like ripe cantaloupes as she padded across the room, following Glory. Everyone there got a good look at the wobble of her ass, then at Buffy prancing after them.
They all crowded in the doorway to the bedroom, watching as Glory and Joyce sank side by side onto the bed. The mattress sagged and the bedsprings creaked from their combined weight. Glory twitched her finger, cajoling Buffy in. And she went, going to Glory, who held her, hands working at the sides of her breasts as she brought her up over Joyce and the strap-on her mother wore.
“See?” Glory breathed. “This won’t be so bad, will it? Buffy will do the riding; you just do the fucking.”
And Buffy came down on the upright dildo.
Joyce was astonished at the tightness of her daughter’s ass. She’d never done such a thing herself—never even thought of Buffy doing it until tonight. But yet, the fit of them together… it seemed so natural.
And it felt incredible. Like a warm hand, covered in soft velvet, had grabbed something of Joyce’s that was throbbing and sensitive. Pulling it deep inside of Buffy’s helpless body. As Joyce laid there, watching and feeling her daughter come down on her, there could be no doubt she was entering Buffy’s asshole. Feeling the tightness of her anal passage squeezing and massaging the entire length that went into her. The length of Joyce’s swollen, throbbing prick.
Straddling her mother, Buffy began to fuck herself with a steady rhythm. And as she did, she reached behind herself. Her fingers slipped into the crack of her ass, pulling her buttocks apart. She looked over her shoulder as she showed off how Joyce was entering her, sodomizing her. And she smiled when she saw Glory’s eyes aimed at her well-used asshole. Well-used but not wholly occupied.
There was no need for either of them to speak. Buffy offered her sweet body and Glory had not refused it yet. Kneeling behind Buffy, where she covered Joyce’s supine body, she pressed the tip of her own strap-on into the deep valley of Buffy’s ass.
Buffy bit her lip as the first penetration added itself to the impalement her sphincter was already taking. She held her buttocks apart like that would reduce the amount of cock she was asking her asshole to take. Groaned as the strap-on pressed inward, as though the dildo she was already taking wasn’t enough.
Then her anus stretched to admit the entry and Glory lurched forward immediately, driving her strap-on into the clutching grip of Buffy’s ass right alongside her mother.
“Oh shit!” Buffy gasped. “Mommy, Mommy, she’s fucking me too…!”
She tightened her anal muscles as much as she could. She had both women now—two women at once—two cocks both reaming out her ass. She felt skewered, gloriously impaled like an animal sacrifice, her body stuffed with demanding pleasure right up to her throat!
Glory felt Buffy’s muscles tightening around the shaft she’d fed her, massaging the throbbing hardness of the magic dildo. She fought to hold back her orgasm. She wouldn’t come before Joyce did. It would be after Joyce finished her violation of Buffy’s ass. Then Glory would add her load to the mother’s, a finishing touch on the utterly depraved ruin she’d made of the Slayer.
Joyce felt the constriction of Buffy’s rectum caused by having Glory’s strap-on in there as well. She groaned and grunted deliriously, reaching up to grab onto Buffy’s breasts like they were life preservers given to a drowning woman.
“Mooooooore!” Buffy squealed. “I want more… I’ve had enough at one end… I want it at the others!”
Buffy’s friends moved in without thought, without care, without any consideration except to give Buffy more of the excess she craved… to get out of her a balm for the lust her debauchery had produced in them.
Anya and Tara stood on either side of Joyce’s head, awkwardly balancing themselves on the soft mattress, and offered with strap-ons to Buffy’s lips. She opened her mouth wide, stretching her lips around the two cocks just as her asshole had admitted both Joyce and Glory.
Dawn watched, wishing she could get at Buffy’s pussy, or maybe even triply penetrate Buffy’s ass—it made a shocking sense to her, her and her mom both defiling the other member of their family—but the positioning was too awkward. She could only stand there and watch, the kid again, left out of Buffy’s debasement even though she’d gotten her off harder than anyone.
But what a show it was…
She watched the woman all jerk their hips at the same time, hard and fast, with no apparent thought for Buffy’s comfort. The kinky little bitch was jolted back and forth, up and down, four stiff pricks all pounding into her. Yet her gurgling and happy moans showed no doubt that this wasn’t enough to make her quail.
She was enjoying herself as much as her lovers were, and they were enjoying themselves immensely. Making a game of it, now that they were all sharing in Buffy’s body. A rhythm they all joined in on.
First Joyce gave a tremendous jerk of her hips, bouncing Buffy up high. Then Glory bulled into Buffy’s ass herself, stabbing her lengthy strap-on into Buffy hard enough to knock her forward. Anya and Tara rutted in turn, pushing into Buffy’s mouth and throat until she went backwards, back to Joyce’s waiting thrust.
Even having just despoiled Buffy herself, Dawn didn’t see how her sister could take it. Buffy’s mouth was grotesquely stuffed, her asshole tightly stretched, her small body bounced and knocked around—the recipient of the lust of all those around her. There was the loudness of lips, tongues, juicy openings accepting flagrant violation. All the human noises of enjoyment: moans, sighs, grunts, screams, whinnies, squeals, and sobs.
“Don’t get your cum on my cock,” she heard Anya chide. “Can’t you tell Buffy wants all of it?”
Sharing Buffy’s mouth, Tara replied with a hoarse shriek as she orgasmed. Anya laughed, then let out her own gasp as she came as well. Dawn stared, unable to look away. She saw Buffy hungrily gulping their ejaculations.
Her body aflame from the fucking of every hole but the one meant for it, Buffy rocked back and forth from one set of penetrations to the other. She slammed her body between her mother and her friend, between Glory and Anya.
Soon, both the women in her ass were past the point of no return—their strap-ons exploding with fluid, jetting all of it up into her bowels. Her eyes rolled back and she gurgled her ecstasy around the dildos of Tara and Anya.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” Buffy sighed when the two women stopped fucking her mouth. “I’ve never been so full in my life!”
“You asked for it,” Glory reminded her, panting. “There must’ve been some horny fucking mystics when they made the first Slayer, because you’re an even better anal slut than you are a vampire killer.”
There were general murmurs of agreement as everyone who had come in her slumped into chairs and onto sofas to rest. Glory flopped against the bed’s headboard, giving Buffy a look that had her marshalling the last of her energy to wrap her lips around Glory’s strap-on and service it with what consciousness remained to her.
“There’s nothing like having a pet Slayer to fuck,” Glory mused, watching sleepily how Buffy determinedly worshipped her cock. “Except for maybe having two… how ‘bout it, Bster? Think your frenemy would like having me in her leather pants?”
Buffy didn’t answer, though the sound of her throat rebelling as she forced it to take Glory’s strap-on was answer enough.
