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Destined For Dawn 5
🕑 Added 2022-04-30 20:00:03 +0000 UTCDawn placed the bulbous head of her strap-on against Faith’s tightly muscled asshole, rubbing it against the puckered sphincter. Then, teasingly, she withdrew—instead reaching her hand down to Faith’s wet pussy, rubbing it enough that her fingers were soaked with Faith’s arousal, and bringing her dripping hand up to Faith’s anus.
“Uuuunnnhhh! Yes! Fuck yes! That feels so good! Fucking wonderful!”
“I’m glad,” Dawn grinned, pushing two fingers in all the way: turning them, stroking with them, smearing the inner walls of Faith’s rectum with the lubrication of her sex. “But you know my cock is going to feel better… so much better.”
“Yes, your cock! I wanna know how your cock feels!”
Dawn pulled her fingers away quickly and, equally rapidly, replaced their penetration with that of the strap-on. But as fast and fluid as the motion was, she stopped to tease Faith—only pressing lightly against Faith’s still reluctant asshole, not giving it nearly enough pressure to force it to yield to the dildo’s advance. Faith whimpered, need hitting her far harder than any amount of pain would.
“Come on, Mistress… you know you wanna fuck this tight fucking hole… you really want me to walk around Sunnydale with a tailpipe that’s all but virgin? Or do you want me to go around gaping open because you ruined my asshole with that big dick?”
Dawn paused, making a show of considering it. Even letting out a little ‘hmmm’ noise. Then, in one violent move, she shoved the dildo all the way into Faith’s tight anus.
“AAGGGHHHH!”
Buffy couldn’t believe it. Her breath raked through her nostrils; her stomach twisted in sympathy. For a moment, she was scared on Faith’s behalf. Surely even a Slayer couldn’t take being fucked that hard—Buffy worried Dawn was going to kill her with that strap-on.
But the feeling passed; Buffy saw Faith’s body writhing in ecstasy, her lips contorted to cry out in delight.
“OOHHH! FUCK YYEEESS! Harder, harder! UNNNHH! Tear me apart with that big cock! FUCK ME INTO BEING YOUR WHORE! NNNNYYEESSSS!”
They kept going and going, Faith driving her hips back and forth to take Dawn’s every thrust as hard as she could, her asshole swallowing the entire length of the strap-on. Her fingers clutched desperately at the bedspread, trying to get the leverage to properly pump her ass into Dawn’s rutting.
Dawn reached down and ran her fingers across Faith’s glistening slit. The stiff little bud of her clitoris jittered up and down when her fingers strummed it, sending waves of seismic pleasure through Faith’s heaving body.
“Oh yes! Fuck!” Faith cried. “Stroke my clit until I come! Stroke it and slam my ass with that big cock, harder, HARDER! AM I YOUR ANAL SLUT OR NOT?”
Buffy had never seen such raw, energetic fucking. And she’d never heard the kind of pleasure that Faith was screaming out—the pleasure that Dawn voiced, laughing as she sodomized her Slayer bitch. She wondered if her own submission to Dawn, seen from the outside, had been anywhere near as brutal… as satisfying.
Her body trembled, remembering every thrust, every domineering word that Dawn had given her—and wondering how it compared to what Faith was feeling on the bed. Her head pounded with envy; she desperately fought the desire to touch her own seething sex.
As she watched the mistress with her submissive, both of them lost in a kind of sexual rage, her eyes went from Faith’s reddened face, grimacing in pained enjoyment, to the slender but beautifully toned body of her sister. Her gaze locked on the corded tension of Dawn’s musculature, every bit of strength she had put into driving that enormous strap-on in and out of Faith’s twitching asshole. Buffy moaned as she watched it; she would’ve been heard if it weren’t for Faith’s howling.
“Oh God, I’m coming, Mistress! Fuck me hard, as hard as you can! Fuck my ass in two! Rub my clit until it fucking catches fire! I’m almost there, Dawn! DAWN! OH SHIT, MISTRESS DAWN!”
They were going wild for each other, their moans and grunts almost indistinguishable from Faith’s clipped begging, from the obscene insults Dawn spat from her rasping throat. The battering strokes of Dawn’s supremacy dissolved into an anarchic series of jabs, frantic movement determined to bring about her own orgasm and put Faith in her place by giving the Slayer her own as well.
Faith’s luscious body writhed and vibrated, her supple breasts bouncing as enticingly as a stripper’s while Dawn poured all of her energy into her pistoning hips. The muscles of her ass knotted in furious focus as she stabbed her dildo deep into Faith’s bowels, fingers incessantly thrilling her screaming clit.
“Oh fuck, Dawn! DAAAAAWWWWNNNN!
“YES, YES, YOU’RE MY BITCH!”
“HHHNNNHHHH!”
“MY ANAL BITCH!”
The next few moments were a riot of screams and whipping bodies. Both women’s orgasms burst upon them, heralded by a chorus of flesh slapping together with flesh. Dawn’s quivering body crashed down on Faith’s back as she came again, her juices washing over her strap-on’s harness and lathering Faith’s splayed buttocks.
For a short moment, Faith held Dawn’s body up, her own flesh trembling and clenching with an orgasm of her own. It blew through her pussy and ran in gushing streams down her bronze thighs, the muscles there concrete hard and trembling in taut stiffness.
Finally, Faith crumpled down to the receptive bed, Dawn’s motionless body a millstone weighting her down impossibly—she was too weak to lift a feather. And so she lay there with Dawn, twitching out the final jolts of her rapture.
Buffy sank to her knees, drifting forward, barely catching the doorframe and so stopping her perspiring body from hitting the door and knocking it open to reveal her to those she spied on. Her heart pounded in her chest, the echoes of their ecstatic voices still ringing in her ears. So loudly that she almost didn’t hear Dawn’s voice when she caught her breath.
“If you’re through watching, sis, why not come in?”
Comments
Be_Be
This storyline is pure slutty genius, & I love it
Shendude
Ooooh.
