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Smuttydale update
🕑 Added 2017-05-14 20:29:12 +0000 UTCXander awoke to a cool feel of sloppy liquid smearing on his chest, rubbed in thoroughly and sensuously by feminine hands. His eyes fluttered open and he saw Buffy kneeling over him, her thighs on either side of his hips, her hands spreading suntan lotion up to his shoulders and down his belly.
“I know you’re tired,” she said sweetly, “but I can’t have my favorite boytoy getting all sunburnt, just when his skin’s getting to be a family favorite.” Her eyes flashed wickedly. “Dating a vampire has made me kinda sensitive about sun exposure.”
“And what about you?” Xander asked. “Have you made sure to lather up?”
“Do I need to?” Buffy asked coquettishly.
“Probably not,” Xander admitted, and pulled her down to his chest, smearing the suntan lotion between their bodies. Buffy giggled triumphantly as she held his face in her hands to kiss, her thumbs wiping dashes of lotion over his cheeks, and Xander ran his hands over her body, spreading the suntan lotion up her flanks and along the sides of her breasts.
Buffy moaned happily and gave a wiggle for good measure, massaging the lotion into both of them. Then she turned over, giving her back the same treatment as she gave Xander a sort of lapdance lying down, rubbing her ass against his cock and feeling its slow rise poke between her buttocks.
“Do my back?” she asked, so flirtatiously she looked over her shoulder just to bat her eyelashes, and Xander kissed her blonde hair.
“So where are the rest of the Triple Goddess?”
“Literate, I like it. They’re still watching the, ah, ‘raw footage’ from earlier. And Mom guilted Dawn into feeling bad about me letting her go first, so now I have you all to myself again.” She reached around him to take his hands and move them to her breasts, where she also took the bottle of lotion and pumped out a big dollop for him to play with. She cooed as he spiraled it into her nipples. “Is it weird just how much fun it is to share you, but then it’s so fun to just… be your girl too?”
“Nah,” Xander said. “This is actually ranking right up there with… threesome and foursomes and whatever that was with Willow and the guys…”
“That, by the way? Hot. Next time ask me if you need to gangbang someone. Or at least Faith. I can’t believe Willow was the first Scooby to go airtight. She’s gonna lord that over me forever.” She brought up one lotion-dripping hand, kissed it, then moved it down to her thighs. “Xander? You promised…”
"I'll tell you what," he put in teasingly, massaging her inner thighs until they were white as paint. “I'll fuck you up the ass right now, how's that? I'll cram my cock up your asshole and fuck you till you can't walk. How'd you like that, Buff? How'd you like a nice thick cock up your pretty little ass?"
Buffy felt a quiver of excitement run through her. Up the ass! A cock up her ass! Exactly what she needed to round out this perfect fuck. Only thing was, his cock was so fucking huge! Not that long, necessarily, but thick, like the branch of a fucking tree! Could she take it? Could she take a prick that thick up her tight asshole?
"Yes! Ohhh yes!" she groaned, her belly twitching. "Fuck me up the ass! I want you to! I'd love it! Take that big thick cock of yours and ram it all the way up my ass!"
His muscles glistening with a fine coating of gleaming lotion, Xander pulled back from her. He flipped her onto her side then onto her belly, watching with interest as her tits mashed down beneath her. Without being told, she grabbed the steel support bar at the top of the lounger.
He leaned over her and pulled her lovely thighs apart with a harsh jerk. Her cunt spread wide. He palmed her plush, golden ass cheeks and spread them apart roughly.
"Nice ass!" he praised, delighting in the feel of her taut little asscheeks. They were the fresh, firm asscheeks of a teenager, the finely-toned buttocks of a girl who exercised regularly. And he was going to fuck them! He was going to crank them wide with his cock and bury the length of his prick far up her asshole.
"You think it'll go? You think you'll be able to get it up there?" she whispered, her face flat against the slats of the lounger. "You’d better. I’d hate to think I haven’t got you hard enough…"
"It'll go! If I have to split you in half, it'll go!" he grunted, taking his cock in hand and plowing the head up and down in the crack between ass cheeks. He dipped it into her soaking wet cunt several times, coating his cockhead with her arousal and scooping it up along the wide-spread furrow. Her ass gleamed with oily juice.
"This feels weird,” she moaned. “Like nothing else I've ever done. I haven’t felt weird about fucking in so long—it feels so kinky!"
"It’s going to feel a lot more kinky in a minute! Get ready for a stiff cock up your ass!" He primed his prick two or three times in his fist, making sure his cock was totally stiff. Then he guided the cockhead to the crinkled circle of her asshole, aimed his tip against the tight ring, and pressed forward. Her plush ass began to dent around the invading thickness.
"Oooooh! Ooooooh!" she grunted, her mouth bent out of shape against the lounger. "So fucking big! And I’m so fucking small!"
"We haven't even started yet, Buff,” Xander told her. “You’re gonna be a lot bigger once I’m done.”
He braced his prick in his hand, keeping his cock straight under all the pressure. Her asshole was not budging, and a bend was developing in the middle of his cock. He bore down harder, twisting his prickhead painfully between her tight ass cheeks. Her body slid forward slightly under his weight.
"Oooooh! Oooooh!" she complained, a gnawing ache beginning in her asshole. Maybe his prick wouldn't go after all! Maybe she couldn't take a cock so thick! She bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut tight.
"Gonna ass-fuck you till you can't stand it!" he gloated, glaring into the small of her back. Under all the strain, her back was buckling oddly, developing a deep hollow as her ass was pushed forward and her tits squished into the lounger below. Her ass cheeks were rising, forced high off the lounger by the power of his thrust.
"It might not go! It might be too big!" she moaned, the first signs of panic rising in her voice. She wondered briefly if she could really hurt herself, letting a guy fuck her up the ass. Her asshole wasn't built for this.
"It's going! Fuck, it's going! Feel it! Feel it go in!" he roared, clenching his teeth. "My cock's going up your asshole!" From his tone, it seemed he was just as surprised as she was, in spite of his early confidence.
"Unggghhh! Unggghh!" Buffy yelped, digging her thighs into the sides of the lounger. She swore she heard a pop, and suddenly the great thick ram of cock was fucking into her asshole, cranking wide her ass cheeks and plowing inward, deep into the darkness of her asshole. "It’s in my ass!"
"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" he croaked, watching the great drill of his cockhead dig under the reddened circle of her asshole. Her skin was folding down over him, sucking his huge, bloated tip inside like an old friend. His cock wedged itself between her ass cheeks like a crowbar.
"Oooooh! Oooooh! Unggghhh!" she groaned, her lower body suddenly numb.
"The head's inside! The head's completely inside your asshole!" he reported, sinking more and more of his weight onto his granite-hard cock. A full inch of meat followed. And another, prying her ass cheeks apart like soft mounds of dough.
"I can't feel anything! My ass is all numb!" she complained, tears in her eyes. "Ohhh, it's so fucking big!"
"Two inches! Three inches! Four inches!" he announced, sinking lower and lower on her. He had climbed over her and was now bending his cock down, burying his prick inch after churning inch between her ass cheeks. There was still an erotic hill rising from her lower back as her ass swept up at him invitingly.
"Ohhh, God! Ohhh, fuck! I can't stand it!" she moaned. "You're splitting me in half! Your cock'll break me in two!"
"It's going! It's going!" was all he could say. His eyes glared steadily at his huge prick as it disappeared. Five, six, seven inches slid neatly into her asshole.
"How much more? How much more cock do I have to take?" she pleaded, a whimper in her voice. There was still no feeling in her lower body.
"One more inch! One last, glorious inch!" he told her, and with a final thrust of his hips he rammed his prick into her, embedding each and every inches of fat cock in the sweet teenager's ravaged asshole. His pubic hair scratched and crackled against her smooth, rounded ass cheeks. Her puckered anus was no more. His shaft was surrounded by a bright-pink ring of taut skin.
"Ooooh! Unggghhh!" she bleated, her knuckles turning white on the supporting bar.
And she suddenly saw herself as if in a mirror, spread-eagled on the chaise lounge, her arms spread wide, clutching tightly to the upper bar, her legs cranked out on either side of her. She saw the deep valley between her shoulder blades and ass cheeks, and her tits mashed under her like big, soft pillows. And she saw Xander behind her, the muscles in his arms and chest bulging, his cock a ten inch bar crammed all the way up her ass.
"You’ve got it, Buff! You’ve got it!" he chanted softly, beginning to fuck her with gentle, measured strokes. The channel of her asshole was like a tight fist, and he couldn't plunge his prick in and out the way he had fucked in her cunt. She was clamped solid on him, and all that seemed to move was the thick base of his prick. But that was fine. That was enough.
"You're fucking me up the ass!" she marveled, as if she'd only just realized what was happening to her. "All ten inches fucking right up the ass! Oooooh! Oooooh! Ooooooh!"
Her body writhed forward again and again, crushed and jerked by his mighty lunges. She began to pant softly in time with his thrusts, her mouth smeared against the back of the lounger in a strange snarl. The hillock of her ass pumped back and forth, back and forth.
"Unggghhh! Unggghhh!" she snorted as she bucked forward again and again. "Yes! Fuck me up the ass! Fuck me deep up the ass, I can take it… that huge cock of yours…"
She had gone from horny pleading like this to cries of doubt and panic as his prick started to fuck her. Now she was begging again, pleading for him to fuck her asshole and drive her mad with lust. The numbness was lifting. She could feel her lower body again. A sweet, rippling warmth was spreading up from her plugged asshole.
In and out, in and out he fucked his stone-hard cock, plowing between her wide-split ass into the deep inner reaches of her rectum. He had thought earlier that she would be able to fuck a horse by the time he got through with her cunt. Well, the same would now be true for her asshole! He'd cranked her ass so wide no one would ever again have any trouble fucking this hot little Slayer up the ass! She'd be a natural, tailor-made for ass-fucking!
"Cram it deep! Cram it deep up my ass! And talk dirty to me! " she whimpered, pumping her lush ass cheeks back onto his plunging prick time after time. The warm sweetness was spreading into her tits.
"Ass-fuck! Gonna ass-fuck you till you scream!" he yelled, only too willing to oblige her. "Gonna split these fantastic ass cheeks in two! Gonna fuck you so deep you'll fed my cock in your throat!"
"Yes! Like that! Tell me how dirty I am and fuck me deep! Fill my asshole with your cock!"
"Whore! Slutty Slayer bitch!" he went on, his excitement getting the better of him. "What a hot little cum-sucker you are! I bet you like to drink cum too, don't you? I bet you like it not just up your cunt and up your ass. IL bet you like to drink it all down to your stomach, don't you? Do you like to suck a guy dry, huh? Do you, slut?" His ass cheeks twitched and pumped madly, driving the spear of his cock far inside the helpless girl. He mauled her buttocks with his fingers and left white marks all over her beautiful ass.
"Yes! Ohhh, yes! I love to suck cocks! I love to drink cum! I can't get enough! I love to suck up spunk from guys' balls and swallow it all down! And in my face! I love to let guys come in my face! That's so exciting! So fucking exciting!"
Xander groaned deeply. At this rate, he'd be coming any second. He thought he was in control. He thought he had her where he wanted her, helpless and embedded on his rampant hard-on. But he couldn't keep this up much longer. He couldn't listen to what she was saying and not lose his load soon. And he thought he was talking dirty! Sweet little Buffy Summers was topping him! She was saying stuff that left him weak in the knees!
"Ass-fuck me! Cram my ass full of cock!" she wailed, half out of her mind. "Come up my ass! I love cum! I love it up my ass, and up my cunt, and in my mouth, and all over my face! I'll never get enough! I'll never get enough cock, I'll never get enough cum! I'm a fucking nympho! I love it! I fucking love it!"
He pounded her roughly, too far gone now for any niceties. He was unable to say anymore. It was all too much. He was too far gone. All he could do now was fuck her hard and fill her with cum. It was too late for anything else. He couldn't listen to her and hold back any longer. He thrust into her one last time and his balls exploded.
Thick knots of jism curled out from his cock and hosed her asshole. He sprayed the walls with cum, jetting the sizzling seed again and again up her ass. One, two, three times, his cock fired off wad after wad of scalding spunk that pooled in her rear channel like wax.
"You're going off up my ass! I feel you! All that spunk! All that spunk firing off up my ass! Don't stop! Pump me full of cum! Fill me with cum! Pump my asshole full of hot, creamy jizz."
She pushed her ass back at him, letting him bury his granite prick far up her rectum. It felt so weird, so odd! What an absolutely kinky feeling to have a guy shoot his jism that far up her hole!
"You feel it, whore? You feel my cock shooting cum up your ass? How do you like it? How do you like getting ass-fucked?"
"I love it! Pump it deep! Deeper! I want all you've got! Ohhh, yes!"
More steaming blobs of jizz shot out, coiling and twirling in her asshole like hot grease. His prick fired in strong geysers, jetting cum up along her ass channel and coating his plunging cock with ribbons of white. There were gobs of cum sliding about inside her, wriggling and writhing like living things. It seemed he couldn't stop coming.
"Ohhh what a hot, filthy slut you are! Ohhh, fuck, you'll drain a guy dry! Your ass is sucking at me! It's sucking out all my cum! Ohhh, fuck!"
"Hose it! Hose my asshole with jizz!" she bleated, turning her head at an angle to peer over her shoulder at him. Her face was a glistening mask of sweat. "Cram your cock up my asshole! Fill me with jizz! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"
He didn't. He kept right on fucking her up the ass, spouting out his jism in an unending flood. Even when he caught sight of the female figure looming in the doorway, he didn't slow down. He merely stared at her, unable to stop. He stared at her and fucked Buffy without letting up.
Dawn stood in the doorway with her hands falling at her sides, trying to find words to put a stop to the obscene spectacle in front of her. But for the moment she could say nothing. She was in a state of shock. Her slut of a sister was nude on the chaise lounge, letting Xander fuck her up the ass, drilling his long pole into her willing asshole! It was unbelievable!
At last Buffy, too, caught sight of her little sister. Her body was still rippling with pleasure, accepting jet after jet of jism with gratitude. Her face was contorted out of shape with lust. She panted hotly and snorted into the sweat-slick lounger. And then she smiled weakly, opening her mouth to speak in a jerky, little-girl voice.
"Hey, sis,” she said. "He’s all yours…”
***
Smeared with uneven movements of suntan lotion like he’d been prepared for some exotic ritual, Xander went with Dawn up to her room. Buffy wouldn’t be walking for a while. Joyce was editing the footage, which she and Dawn had been unable to tear themselves away from until Dawn had realized she was about to lose another shot at Xander’s cock. And Buffybot was helping to get some of Xander’s cum out of Buffy’s ass, by the usual manner.
That left Xander and Dawn alone.
When they had closed the door to Dawn’s room, ready to carry her long-standing crush to its sexual conclusion, she looked up into Xander’s eyes and said candidly, “I, uh, really am a virgin.”
Startled, he finally replied, “I know.”
“I’m not faking like some people. I’m a virgin-virgin. With my, uh, hymen. So you can’t be rough with me like you were with Buffy.” Her eyes skipped downward. “Not until later.”
“I won’t be,” Xander promised. “You can ask Willow. I was gentle with her.”
“You must’ve been really gentle. I thought she was a lesbian.”
Xander shrugged. “I think I would’ve noticed.”
“I mean, I’ve been a lesbian, or, you know, been lesbian-y. With Buffy. And Mom.”
“That I noticed.”
“I told Buffy she could lick me but she couldn’t put her tongue inside me. Not at first. And she didn’t. At first. But it seems kinda silly now. This just makes more sense to me.” She looked him over with a flushed face, just for a moment lost her poise, and admitted with childish sincerity: “I’ve imagined this so many times… dreamt about it… it has to be what I want.”
“We don’t have to—“
“What I saw with you and Buffy and Joyce… that’s what I want. But that’s too rough, I guess, for now… I guess everything is what I want. So long as it’s everything of you.”
She looked down at his manhood, springing out from him like a lance, pointing at her navel.
“Better that than the alternative,” Xander reasoned. “Hard than soft.”
“We’re going the other way around, aren’t we? Soft than hard. It looks so big but not weird. I’ve pulled on them and watched them squirt. Licked them. Sucked the… stuff out of them. But I’ve never had one inside me.”
Xander’s head was swimming. Dawn had been going handsies and blowsies on the male sex? Buffy’s Dawn? That just seemed fucking crazy. Maybe that was why he didn’t feel in charge of her, why she seemed more in charge of him. Like she was following in her sister’s footsteps, Slayer powers or no.
Well, she still needed him to take the lead, at least for now. That final charge couldn’t be made along. He smiled reassuringly at her and slapped her rosy ass. “Into bed with you.”
When push came to shove, she started her first time in a scared condition. Not much, but he felt it in her tenseness. So he was patient. It was easy to remind himself how nervous Willow had been as well, and how much she had finally flowered. He rubbed her, her cunt growing warmer and warmer in his hand. And more and more open. He’d heard the labia called the flowers of a woman. He could see then soften, actually open, the flowers of desire.
Gradually his stroking relaxed her. At the same time it raised her tiny nipples. He kissed them both, letting them know he appreciated their budding stiffness.
He found her extra-sensitive in the creases where the tops of the legs meet the belly, in the groin, where those creases point from each side toward the secret recesses inside her. He trailed his lips along those creases. While he did this, Dawn touched his hair and the back of his neck and let her own finger follow his tongue along her path.
She quivered with the firm body of youth. He wondered if you could tell a woman’s age by the way sex made her quiver. Joyce had been steady as a rock, while for all her badassness, Buffy had on occasion let a slight shiver go through her.
He wasn’t very steady himself, just then, with his prick straining outward, bar-stiff with longing. And now she took it into her hand. She had tiny hands. Very delicate. Their touch brought a gasp from him. He saw her smile at that.
But mostly she lay with her head back as though lost in some world of her own while he tongued the bottom of her belly and made little taps upon the clitoris, which swelled and throbbed with a promise of deep sexual longings.
She lay with her head back, her taut little breasts rising and falling quickly, and she let him serve her with his caresses. That was it. She let him serve her. Well, that was the way it was. Not a bad way at all. As long as she kept hold of his prick. Which she did, holding it to assure herself that her time had come, that at last she was going to have a prick thrust down into her cunt, to drive her into ecstasies she had so far only imagined.
He got a hand beneath her and played with her buttocks. She tensed and released them, tensed and released. Good instincts. Tension and release in itself stimulates the nerves, and as the man’s hand caresses, one stimulation meets the other and the sensation doubles and quadruples and it all gets together and runs through the folds and into the cunt.
He turned her over and kissed her ass cheeks and heard her sigh and murmur something to herself. Had she said, “I’m barely a virgin still”? He was pretty sure she had said that.
As he had with Willow and Buffy, he lost himself in Dawn’s fragrant, firm youthfulness, her willingness, her need.
Going suddenly at her breasts, he startled her into a cry of surprise and pleasure.
Why, he almost could get a breast into his mouth! There was only a circle of delightful flesh left over at the bottom, and while he tongued the nipple he played with the exposed part of the breast, circling it with his finger, poking it gently, smoothing it, moving his head up and down so that that base was slightly compressed, then released, then compressed again.
And if Dawn had thought she’d be able to keep her cool while he got his yearnings past the point of no return, and got her simultaneously ready to be penetrated, well, she could forget it. The girl who had been so much in charge was in charge no longer. He had titillated and kissed her and touched her into a state of abandon that had her gasping for breath and throwing herself around in wild sexual writhings.
When he abruptly presented his prick to her mouth, she had it in and down her throat almost before he knew what was happening. With that act of willing submission, she put herself in his hands. The trick now was not to fill her mouth with come when he so badly wanted to. No, he wanted to slide a fresh and fully energized prick into the cunt where the cherry waited.
She wasn’t biting him, but she was holding him with her teeth in back of his glans. At the same time, because he was reaching down into her cunt and maddening the inner lips with his ministrations, she was making a kind of hum of joy. A woman with a prick in her mouth can’t talk very dirty at all, but she can get a hum going that vibrates the cockhead even if she doesn’t know what she is doing.
The moment came at which Xander had to ask her to let go. He had waited almost too long. For an instant he stared down at his throbbing prick and willed it not to come.
She too stared at it. If it had shot she would have worn a white mask. Probably would have enjoyed that. But after a few seconds of hanging at the very edge of orgasm, the semen retreated to its reservoir, leaving Xander shaken.
Now she wanted to please him! “You want me to do that again? I mean, get you awfully near coming and then you can subside and then I’ll work you up again? Does Buffy do that?”
“Dawnie, you do that to me again and you’ll have to carry me out of here on a stretcher.”
“Maybe I should just keep you here, then,” Dawn teased. “I bet me and mom and Buffy could keep you way too tired to ever leave us.”
“That sounds nice,” Xander admitted, feeling a trickle of precum run down his cockhead. “But I think my grades would suffer.”
Dawn laughed despite herself. “You’re a satyr, Xander. Just like in Mr. Giles’s books. I’m lying on a bed of roses and you have hoofs instead of feet, and horns, and shaggy fur all over. And you’re going to play with me. You’re going to play with me like I’m nothing more than a toy you found…”
Nothing like a classical education, Xander thought as he probed the shivering outer cunt lips with his manhood. “You’re so much more than that,” Xander said.
And got half of the head’s length, no more, in-between the outer lips, letting the head bathe in virginal but plentiful juices.
He held the lips apart with his hand and pressed on into the pink paradise.
“Do it,” she whispered. “Do it.” She humped up against him. “Do it, oh, do it!”
The prick slid slowly in. The tissues stretched and made room. When his prick met resistance he paused and moved the rod to one side and the other, probing.
“There, there!” she cried.
He pushed at the resistance. She did not cry out, but made hissing sounds, as though struggling to control pain. But it could not have been bad, because when the cherry gave way she humped up against him with all her strength to get him in deeper.
In just a few more seconds she got the jism leaping out of his turgid prick in great gobs. But those seconds had been memorable seconds.
When he slowly pulled out a limp and satisfied prick, he saw blood on the sheet that they had rumpled with their sexual strivings.
Dawn smiled ecstatically as she reached down and touched the warm damp. “You’re a satyr, Xander. And I’m your latest prey.”
