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Big City Sin	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 43532 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Big City Sin
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
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- 6
“Hey, I got the chips and some dip,” said Xander as Willow opened the front door. He stepped in without an invitation; sure Cleveland wasn’t Sunnydale, but old habits die hard. He carried on into the main room, as Willow shut the door behind him, “So what movie you got? Something with Steve Martin retro style or some ball blasting action flick?” He turned to face Willow, his friend had a face like a prune, her brow as wrinkled as his Mom’s granddaddy. “Okay, not them. Is it one of the weepies you and the Buffster like; that Sleepless in Chicago you both raved about?”
“No, not like that, it’s not even a proper movie” Willow said, “It’s on my computer upstairs.”
Xander would never have described himself as a sensitive guy, at least unless he was trying to chat up one of the new potentials far from home. But even he could tell there was something going on, and not just cos he’d known Willow Rosenberg since she was knee high… okay it was mainly cos he’d known her that long and he could read her moods like the funnies in the paper. “Sure,” he said and then, trying to lighten the mood, he asked, “You still want the chips and dip?”
Willow shrugged and started up the stairs. Xander followed her wondering what the problem was. Her message on his answer-phone had been enigmatic, or perhaps confused was a better description; “Can you come over tonight? There’s this movie I want you to see. No, I don’t want you to see it; that’s the wrong word. I need you to see it. No, not need, not want, oh… Could you come over, you’ll see.” From Xander’s translation of his best friend’s gabbling she’d been both hitting the booze way to early and wanted a movie night. He’d not objected, Buffy was away again – some convention of demons down New Mexico way; Giles, Andrew and a couple of the Slayers were with her, leaving Xander at a loose end.
The image on the computer was frozen, is was what looked like a small city part, a bit of green and a few benches with skyscrapers in the background. Xander looked around for somewhere to sit, there was the four-legged stool next to the vanity table, but sitting on that for long would give his back an ache. Willow seemed to read his mind as she gestured at the bed, “Take off your shoes and you can sit on the bed.”
“Yeah, good idea,” said Xander. He fluffed up some pillows and put them against the headboard, before looking at Willow. She looked uncomfortable and nervous, like she was about to tell him his parents had died… no, more like she had some really bad news to tell him. He gave her his trademark comforting smile, he wouldn’t guarantee it worked, not with his history of women, “You going to sit as well? You can sit next to me, it’ll be like watching movies when we were kids.”
She paused and then nodded, waiting whilst he fluffed up some pillows. “You want us to get out the dip and chips?”
“It’s not that kind of movie,” said Willow. She clicked on her mouse and the walked over to get on the bed next to him, “Just watch.”
Xander had watched enough over the years to quickly realise this was porn. The camera had quickly moved from an all over view of the park to centre on a busty black girl in her mid-twenties, wearing a very small pair of shorts and a low-cut blouse which left enough space for viewers to see her titties jiggling as she moved. And as she walked down the path she held a conversation with an invisible cameraman which made clear what she was looking for and why – a cute, white teen to fuck hard in her ass with a strap-on.
“Will?” Xander raised his eyebrows.
“SSshhh, just watch,” said Willow, cutting off his question.
It was just like being sixteen again, he though as returned to watching the DVD, sitting here watching a porn vid with Willow beside him. He smiled as he remembered, the times they’d watched some hardcore he or Jess had stolen from their Dads. The three of them would watch enthralled as they watched big boned guys bang busty blondes or cute cheerleaders kiss and climax with each other, wondering what it was like to have sex. Sure he and Jess had pestered Willow to find out, but a sitting in the middle giving them both handjobs was as far as she was willing to go. His dick was hard at the memory and in anticipation of what was going to happen in the movie. He dimly wondered if this was what Willow had planned, after the loss of Tara and her break-up with Kennedy was she going back to guys? He thought about how he’d feel if her intention was to get him erect and then using him as a fuck-toy; he decided he’d be fine with that.
On the screen the black girl had approached a brunette cheerleader who was bent over doing stretching exercises “Hi I’m Jada.”
The cheerleader stood up and faced the camera and his dick went as limp as if Willow had dumped a bucket of cold water over him. “Hi, I’m Dawnie Springs.”
“Dawn?” gasped Xander, he shook Willow’s arm, “That’s Dawn. You’ve found her!”
“Kinda,” replied Willow.
“This movie… is it…?” he stopped; Dawn, sweet little Dawn, she couldn’t be in porn, could she? It was all a mistake. But he knew it wasn’t, unlike Buffy and Willow he’d seen that Dawn was growing up fast, being the Slayer’s sister, loosing her Mom and discovering she was the Key had seen to that. He suspected that she was a lot less pure than they thought when she’d left home. He’d even thought she might have run off with a guy. Whilst Willow and Buffy were checking hospitals and trawling police databases for possible kidnappers, he’d been looking to see if any guys from her school had done a bunk at the same time. They hadn’t, but still in Xander’s mind was the feeling that Dawn wasn’t an innocent abroad. He looked at Willow, her face was pale and she was obsessively licking her dry lips, non-stop. “I’ll just watch, see what happens” he murmured to himself.
On the screen, with ease Xander envied, Jada had talked Dawn into going back to her place and was showing her round, hall, stairs, bedroom. The tour didn’t last any longer and Xander watched as once in that room Jada and Dawn began to kiss, their mouths pressing against each other and their hands slithering over each other’s body. Despite himself Xander felt himself beginning to get hard again, especially as Jada began to undress herself. And then Dawn. Xander could feel a bead of sweat forming on his brow as Jada removed Dawn’s sweater and he saw the teen’s tits; they were larger than he would have thought, and bouncy and suckable. He had never fantasised about Dawn, she was the Buffster’s little sister, someone who he remembered, or thought he remembered, from when she was just an irritating ten year old who’d hung round Buffy blocking Xander’s attempts to be witty and charming. But now, as she pulled down her skirt and exposed her shaven slot, he knew he’d be jerking his cock to her for months, probably years.
“Mmmmn,” on-screen Dawn was kneeling between Jada’s legs, her lithe tongue exploring the black cutie’s shaven box. Xander prick pressed painfully against his pants, wanting to free itself from the constraints. Xander gulped, forcing back the temptation to take it out and start jacking himself. Dawn was licking and slurping hard at Jada, both lying on the bed, as the naked teen guzzled and much at the wet cunt in front of her. Her mouth moved with enthusiasm, pleasure evident in her eyes. Even without the skilled way that she was tonguing Jada Xander would have known Dawn had plenty of experience in eating girls.
“Jeez,” he murmured as the two porn stars switched position and moved into a sixty-nine. Jada, lying on top, had her face buried in Dawn’s pussy; the teen below was returning the favour her hands on Jada’s buttocks, stroking and squeezing the ass. Xander cast a brief look at Willow; the redhead was biting her lip so hard it was white, staring entranced at the screen, one of her thighs was jiggling compulsively as she rubbed one hand up and down it, the other hand gripping at the bedding. Xander knew how she felt.
The slurps and cries and grunts coming from the PC speakers were loud and clear. On screen the two women were quivering and jacking their elbows back and forth as they stuffed fingers into each other’s twats, the digits competing with the tongues already in. He couldn’t believe how wet Dawn’s hole was, slick with juice and saliva, pink and moist and fuckable. His cock strained at his pants.
It strained more as the women changed position again; Dawn still on the bottom, but now her legs apart as Jada thrust a strap-on into her. “Fuck me, fuck me,” she screamed Jada hammered up and down, slamming the dildo into Dawn’s pussy, the labia lips gripping so tightly round it that it was like the toy was part of her. “Fuck me, fuck me,” Dawn’s body arched and bent, she seemed to be enjoying it. Her titties were banging against Jada, the two pairs of boobs battling and bouncing, beating hard together. “Fuck me, fuck me,” Dawn screamed her head shooting back and pounding into the bed, her long hair spraying out. She carried on squealing and shouting as the camera’s vision zoomed into to concentrate on the dildo, ramming in and out of her cunt, liquid sliding over the labia and down her mons. In and out, in and out, hard, fast, deep, Jada slamming the toy; her dark skin contrasting with Dawn’s paleness. Xander groaned in sexual frustration, it was so hot, he knew he shouldn’t but he wanted so much to grab his own dick and beat it, making himself cum as he watched Dawn orgasm on screen.
He tried to take his mind off his own horniness by looking at Willow. It hardly helped, she had sucked her lip into her mouth and was breathing in a strange, guttural way, as she gripped her thighs hard as if to stop them shaking and quivering; she was barely in control. He turned back to the screen – they had changed position again, Dawn was on her hands and knees as Jada banged her doggy style. Xander watched as the toy rammed deep into the teen’s pussy, making Dawn quiver and squeal. She might be Buffy’s little sister, but now she was grown into a porn starlet, and a sexy and desirable one. As he watched her face contort in pleasure and her titties bounce beneath her he was unable to stop his hand moving to over his prick to rub and massage the hard member through his pants; Willow was too engrossed in the movie to spot his movements.
“You gotta be kidding me…” Xander gasped. Jada and Dawn had hardly moved position, but now the rubber dong was between Dawn’s cheeks, spearing her asshole. “Oh shit,” he gasped again, barely able to believe that little Dawn Summers who used to eat the pizza he brought and laugh at his bad puns was getting butt-fucked on film. But there was no doubt that she was, the dildo ramming deep down her backhole and making her scream.
Dawn doing anal, she was ahead of him. He had fantasised about it, even suggested it to Anya, but had never done it – he knew that tonight he’d be thinking about it again, imagining Dawn’s tight back-passage in front of him as he pounded in and out of it. He’d have to find out where her movies were, but he couldn’t imagine that if he entered ‘Dawnie Springs’ into the search engine they’d be too hard to find. His rubbed at his dick, wishing he was alone so he could jack it now, rather than having to wait until he got home.
Suddenly he felt Willow pushing his hand from his bulge, replacing it with her own. She pulled down the zip. He turned to her, she was red and sweating, excitement and passion written in her expression, “Just like old times, with Jesse,” she smiled as she pulled him out.
“Fuck,” Xander groaned with pleasure as Willow started jacking at his dick, her hand moving up and down in a blurry motion. From the corner of his eye he could see she had undone the top button of her jeans and had thrust her other hand down, the denim shifting like waves as she fingered herself. But Xander’s attention was still on the screen, watching Dawn’s asshole pounded by the young black woman’s ten-inch dildo, each thrust sending the toy deep into the screaming teen’s butt.
“Yes, Jada, fuck my ass, fuck it baby, ram it deep, hammer your dildo into my ass, fuck my slut butt, fuck it,” Dawn was shrieking in pleasure, her body bouncing back and forth as she met her partner’s thrust. Jada’s hands were gripping Dawn’s waist tight, her dark fingers pressing into Dawn’s milky skin. Willow’s hand was moving faster and harder, gripping his dick and squeezing it as she brought it up and down. Xander felt the excitement building in him, his teeth grinding together and his face contorting. “Oh yeah,” screamed Dawn, “My fucking ass, yes, yes, yes! I’m gonna cum. Yes, yes, yesss!”
Xander grunted as he came, his legs turning to jelly and his stomach looping the loop as his gooey cum spurted from his prick. It landed on Willow’s hand and wrist, covering them in his silky seed, the white liquid oozing down her flesh. Willow let go off his dick and wiped it against her bedding, as on the screen Dawn and Jada kissed passionately as the screen faded to black.
Xander stared at the blank screen for a few minutes, before buttoning himself up. He turned to Willow, who’s red flush had subsided, even if it remained noticeable, “As I haven’t seen Buff’s head exploding recently you’ve not mentioned it to her?”
“No. You’re the only person I’ve… let see it. I should tell her,” her voice was pleading, “I mean if I don’t someone’s bound to find out and tell her eventually.”
“I guess,” replied Xander, “It’s not something we want to spring on her.” He felt duty bound to be with Willow when she told their friend, it seemed the least he could do – for either of them.
“Unless I can keep it secret a bit longer,” Willow looked at him.
“I won’t be telling,” said Xander, “but you might as well get it over with, it’ll be worse for the Buffinator if she finds out from someone else and discovers you’ve been keeping it from her.”
“Unless she was back home, if I could get her back Buffy would be so relieved I doubt she’d even ask what Dawn’s being doing.”
“Okay, I’ve not your smarts Willow, but there’s a big flaw in that - we don’t know where she is,” Xander paused, “Rewind that, I don’t know where she is, you do?”
“Not quiet. I didn’t show you one of them cos I know how you don’t like watching Cordy on film, it being icky with her being your ex,” Willow looked pained as she spoke.
“Yeah,” Xander nodded, though that wasn’t the reason he didn’t like watching Cordy on film, no his real reason was that in all the months Cordy had been dating him she’d done no more than jack him off in the back seat of a car. He felt a rush of jealousy every time he watched her go ass to mouth with a guy, when she hadn’t even given up her cunt for him.
“Dawnie’s in a few movies with her, so I guess if anyone knows where Dawn is it’ll be Cordy,” Willow said.
“Makes sense Obi-wan,” replied Xander, “Wasn’t her address in your address book which you left in Sunnydale.”
“Um yeah, have you got it?” Willow smiled gratefully as Xander nodded. “I’ll be a couple of days,” she continued, “If Buffy’s home before me tell her I’m off visiting my parents.”
“Sure,” said Xander, “but before you go what’s the link to Dawnie’s movies? Just for research.”
*
“I’m coming,” Dawn called.
Whoever was at the door either hadn’t heard her or didn’t care as they buzzed at the front door again, jamming their finger on the button and making the apartment echo with the doorbell’s sonorous chimes. She wrapped her silk robe round her otherwise naked body and stepped out of the bathroom. She wasn’t sure who it was – Cordelia was out, filming a scene for the ‘Two dicks, two holes’ series, but before she’d left she hadn't said anything about visitors. It was probably a mailman with a package or someone checking the electricity readings or even a next door neighbour desperate for some sugar. Now she was bathed and cleaned Dawn was ready for some fun on her day off. She was half-resolved that if her visitor wasn’t a total uggo she’d let her robe fall open and let him (or her) see what was beneath; and if they were cute – well she had nothing planned this afternoon. That was if they stopped ringing the damned bell; its chimes had swiftly ceased being harmonious and were now just loud.
“Hi,” Dawn put a smile on her face as she swung open the door. It fell and her mouth dropped open as she saw, if not the last, at least near the last, person she expected to see. “I thought you were dead.”
Spike leaned casually against the wall, an arrogant smile on his well-sculpted face as he played with a lighter in the hand that wasn’t hovering over the bell, ready to ring it again. “And I thought you were in Cleveland, looks like were both wrong.”
As befitted from someone who came from Sunnydale Dawn quickly recovered from her surprise, “I’m living here now.”
“So I see,” Spike replied laconically, flipping the lighter dextrously in between his fingers.
“It’s Cordelia’s place,” she said.
“I know.”
“She’s not in.”
“I know that too,” Spike grinned, he had very white teeth, Dawn guessed it came with the territory, him being a vamp and all that. “I’m not here to see her, Niblet.”
Dawn frowned, in slight irritation, he had used to call her that when she was fourteen and child, now she was seventeen and definitely an adult it sounded babyish, “Don’t call me that.”
“Sure thing… Dawnie,” he placed an emphasis on the ‘ie’. She noticed he was looking her up and down, trying to gaze through her silk gown to her naked body beneath. Seeing that she had clocked his gaze he grinned, not put out, “You going to invite me in?”
She leant against the doorframe looking back at him. She had had a crush on the bleached blonde vamp back in Sunnydale, she remembered, fantasising about him being her first. Well that ship had sailed, but he was still good looking, his body buff and toned beneath his dark jeans and T-shirt, the fashionable spikes in hair making him look younger, almost rock star like. Even the sneer that often crossed his face was attractive; it reminded her that he was both a bad and a real man, both of which always made Dawn’s pussy wet. She gave him a teasing smile, “It depends.”
He frowned, even with a soul it was obvious Spike didn’t like being made fun of by the younger woman. “I could always go see Buffy. Let her know I’m alive.”
Dawn shrugged, grinning, oh she could read Spike like he was a book. He paused for a moment, looking at her and before he carried on, “Course I’d be sure to mention I’d seen you. She knows you’re here, right?” he paused and gave a cocky grin as if he’d just pulled off an impossible shot in a game of Pool. Dawn waited, for Spike to continue, “I mean she must be so proud that you’re in the movies, I mean ‘Teen Blow-job Virgins’ was Oscar worthy and your performance in ‘The Butt-Bang Club’ was a real jerker... tearjerker.” He grinned.
“If I didn’t know better I’d think you were trying to blackmail me,” Dawn smiled.
“I am blackmailing you,” Spike said pointedly. He gave her a stern look, “Okay Dawnie I tried being subtle, but it ain’t working, so here’s the deal either I get to fuck you or I tell Buffy where her little sister is and what she’s doing.”
Dawn laughed politely. Spike scowled, “I’m not joking.”
“Sure you are Spike. If you wanted to see Buffy you’d have gone to see her ages ago you want her to think you’re dead – I think that’s kinda weird given how stalkerish you were with her, but it’s not my biz.” Dawn grinned as Spike’s scowl got deeper, the lines furrowing his brow like trenches across no-man’s land. “Anyway,” she carried on, “Now you’ve got a soul you’re supposed to be on the good guys side and that means you can’t blackmail me.”
Spike sagged a little and gave a sigh, “I guess not nib… Dawn.” He gave a shrug, “Can’t blame a bloke for trying though, you looked damned fine in those films.” He slipped the lighter back into his jacket pocket and made to go, “Being good seeing you, keep safe.”
“Aren’t you going to come inside?” Dawn said in mock surprise. As Spike turned back towards her she pulled at the cord on her gown letting it drop open. She smiled as she saw Spike’s expression, she loved teasing him. Surprise and confusion mixed on his face with lust and desire as she exposed her cute shaven slot and the busty tits for him. She licked her lips and slid a finger down to from between her tits to her pussy, giving it a small, sensuous rub with the tip.
She could see a bulge growing in his pants, larger than she expected, big enough to make her think it was lucky she’d never taken her teenage crush further or he’d have split her. His arrogant grin had returned to his face, “I thought you didn’t do be blackmailed.”
“I don’t,” said Dawn smiling, “but I’ll forgive you on one condition.”
Spike continued to look at her, licking his lips, devouring her with his eyes, “What’s the condition?”
Dawn didn’t say anything, instead she took a step forward and undid the zip of his pants, reaching and feeling the prick. It was hard and thick and long, just how she liked them.. “That’s good,” she purred “and I’m going to take it you know how to use it, what with a hundred years of experience?”
“More,” Spike stared at her lustfully as she took a step backwards back into the apartment and slid out of her gown, letting it drop to the floor.
She took another step back and then another, smiling invitingly, “I always had a crush for you Spike.”
“I noticed,” Spike followed her as far as the doorway and then stopped, “Er…you know…”
“You want to come in?” Dawn smiled teasingly. She brought her finger down again to her slit and touched it, pushing aside the lips and slowly sliding the digit in. Spike’s face was a picture of lust, almost animalistic in its desire. Dawn pushed her finger deeper in, giving a slow, long moan of pleasure, “You want to fuck this hole?”
“Yes,” grunted Spike, he was pushing himself against the invisible barrier as if by pure force he could break the mystical laws of the Universe, “Let me fuck you Dawn. I want to fuck you.”
“Or perhaps this,” Dawn turned slowly so that her back was facing him. She put her hands on her butt-cheeks gently prying them apart as she bent over so that he could see the puckered hole between them.
He gave a grunt of frustration, “Let me in Dawnie.”
“Does that mean you want bang my tight little asshole?” she giggled, turning her head over shoulder and blowing him a kiss.
“Yes, I want to fuck your ass,” grunted Spike. He pushed at the invisible barrier again, but got no further than before. Dawn smiled as he grunted and heaved, his hard cock bulging at his pants. He looked at her, “You’re just like your bloody sister at times pet.”
“Oh, I’m nothing like Buffy,” said Dawn. She walked away from the door for a moment, knowing she was leaving him frustrated and impotent (in the non-medical sense anyway). She walked to her bedroom got out one of her butt-plugs. Smiling the teen walked back into Spike’s vision. She got down on her hands and knees with her ass facing him, “Did Buffy let you fuck her in the butt? Don’t answer that… a gentleman never tells…” There was a growl from Spike as she wiggled her butt at him. “I bet if she did you had to work at it; Buffy being a natural tight ass. I’m a professional though, I prepare for my anal.”
“Shit, Dawnie, oh shit,” gasped Spike as she reached round and pushed the butt-plug into her ass. It felt good, spreading her walls and tickling at her bowels, teasing the nerve endings and preparing them for something thicker. She gave a purr of pleasure and took her hands away, spreading them in front of her as she raised her ass so that Spike could see the plug pushed in all the way. “Fuck,” he muttered, “Buffy never did that.”
“I’m so much better than Buffy,” Dawn got to her feet and walked over to Spike, stopping inches from the doorway and licking her lips. “You want in still?”
“Yes,” grunted Spike, “I’m going to fuck you to hell and back.”
“You haven’t heard my condition,” giggled Dawn.
“What is it? As long as it don’t involve blunt scissors I’m gonna to agree to it.”
“This is a one-time thing, I don’t want you coming all droopy eyed like you did with Buffy, soul or not. After we screw you’re out the door, no mooching around outside smoking cigarette after cigarette or moping around my fave clubs hoping I’ll give you a pity fuck.”
“Sure… it’s a deal,” Spike looked desperate, he’d agree to anything to bang her butt she knew.
She wasn’t looking for a boyfriend though, she had an afternoon off and there was nothing on at the movies and it was too early to give Kate a call and see if she fancied checking out a bar. So a casual bang with Spike was just the thing; it was either that or paint her toenails whilst watching Oprah. A big meaty cock and the chance to ride Spike like he was a pony - she’d fuck his brains out and leave him desperate for more; she was a professional, at best Buffy had been an average amateur. “Come on in,” she smiled.
They were quickly in her bedroom. Spike’s lips pressed on hers as he grabbed her close. Dawn could feel the firmness of his washboard chest against her and the stir of his dick as the erect member bulged beneath his jeans. His hands slid to her butt, his fingers touching the ring of the butt plug as if to check his eyes hadn’t deceived him and Dawn hadn’t just shoved a sex toy deep into her ass. Dawn’s hands were also in use, one pushing his jacket off his shoulders, the other down lower, undoing first his belt and then his jean buttons. She pushed the jacket to the floor, hearing it land with a crump, as her mouth continued to lock onto his, her eyes fixed on his face. She pulled at his pants waist, dragging them down to his thighs. His dick was free, the large organ pushing against her chest and making her shudder with desire.
Pulling her mouth free of Spike’s Dawn got down onto her knees, pulling the vampire’s pants to his ankles. Now the cock was in her eye line it looked even bigger and thicker and she almost salivated at the thought of it going up her butt. “Let me prepare this bad boy, make sure it’s nice and hard and slippery for my ass,” she giggled.
“I’m good with that,” said Spike. Dawn’s tongue slid over his large dick, slowly and seductively, twisting round and following the throbbing blue veins. Round and round she moved, leaving a trail of saliva behind her as she explored all over the prick. Down she went to his balls, licking at the sack and teasingly sucking the flesh into her mouth, gently playing with the bag with her lips. And then back towards the tip, her head underneath his prick, looking up and licking the underside of his dick. It quivered with excitement as she expertly licked, pausing at the knob head and touching the eyehole with the tip of her tongue, before slowly repeating her actions, sliding the tongue all the way down the shaft.
It didn’t take long to leave Spike’s dick lubricated with her saliva and it had been hard before and was harder now. In her ass she could feel the plug quivering, a sign that she was trembling with excitement. But if he took her ass first it would spoil him and had tried to blackmail her. She kissed his dick and stood up, “Lie on your back, I’m going to ride you.”
“Hey, what happened to letting me bang your ass?” Spike looked irritated.
“My house, my rules,” said Dawn conveniently ignoring that it was neither hers nor a house.
Spike didn’t quibble about the accuracy, instead he pulled off his T-shirt and lay down on her bed, “This better be worth it, I was looking forward to your ass.”
“It’ll be worth it,” giggled Dawn, “Anyway I was thinking that a big hard vamp like you should be able to keep it up until I’m ready for it to go in my butt; if you’re going to cum think of ice-cream or counting sheep, I hear that works.”
“And if I cum?” grumbled Spike.
“My ass will be ready for Cordy to bang when she gets in,” grinned Dawn. She was still smiling as she got on top of him, bending on her haunches and hovering above his dick. Her hand reached down to guide it in, her fingers closing round the thick hunk of meat, as she gazed at his hard abbs and thought he should be in porn – he had the body for it. She lowered herself down, grunting as his cock entered her. It stretched her cunt, the tunnel expanding as it went in deeper. It was a tight fit, and she was glad she was using the plug to ready her ass, if it was spreading her pussy so wide it would have been hell to get it into her unprepped butt. “Ooooh, yeah, oh yeah,” she moaned as she continued to get down, feeling the dick inside her, stimulating her nerve endings and making her flow with pleasure, “Oh yes, oh that’s good.”
To his credit Spike wasn’t lying back and thinking of England; he was half raised so that his hands could grip her waist, keeping her balanced and helping her down his huge prong. And as she began to lift herself up and down, getting into a rhythm, he started to move in unison, jacking up his midriff to drive his dick into her. He grinned, “Likin’ it Dawnie. I know you like big dicks.”
“Oh yeah, that’s good, oh yeah,” Dawn moved quicker, working in partnership with the souled vampire, bringing her body down deeper. His prick was slamming further in, pushing away at her walls, sliding through the damp flesh to pound over her clit. Dawn gasped and moaned as it hit her, she began to move quicker, her knees rubbing at the bedding, her hands down and clawing at Spike’s chest. “Oh yeah, Spike, fuck me, fuck me with your big cock.”
Spike thrust up, harder and faster, ploughing Dawn’s pussy passionately. Dawn squealed as she met him, her body quivering in pleasure. Behind her she could feel the movement of the butt-plug, teasing her ass as it wiggled, telling her butt that soon it would be getting the same enjoyment; “Fuck me, Spike, fuck me good.”
“Yeah, Dawnie, take my fucking big cock in that slut cunt. You’re a bigger whore than your sister; fuck you’re insatiable,” he said. Perspiration dribbled down his face and over his bare chest, little rivulets of water slipping between his firm pecs. The sweat from his palms made it difficult for his hands to grip Dawn’s waist and they slid up and down, leaving her flesh slick and slippery. He tried to grab her harder as he pounded up.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” his big dick was pounding her pussy, sending paroxysms of pleasure whizzing around her body, making her gasp and twitch and grab his chest hard, her nails biting into him. She could feel the heat suffusing her, the orgasms, rapid movements and the warmth of his dead body combining to make her boil. Sweat dripped from her and she brought a hand back to rub over her forehead and through her hair, wet and shiny with perspiration.
He was so good, so big, almost professional and unlike the guys on set she didn’t have to stop to shift position or let the camera in. “Fuck, yes, fuck…. Aaaaaarrghhh.” Her back arched as the orgasm hit her, a blast of bliss. Down she came again, banging through it, screaming again as Spike came up and rammed his dong at her clit. She was dimly aware that she’d promised him her ass, she could feel the butt-plug quivering, pleasuring and teasing the back hole. But she didn’t want to stop, she just wanted to ride his dick for five more minutes, feeling his monster in her cunt as the plug played at her ass, keeping it in a state of excitement. His prick rammed at G-spot, making the butt-plug shudder in her ass “Oh shit, yeah, Spike.”
Harder and harder they pounded together, the room resounding to their cries and the squeak of the overworked bed, their naked bodies slapping together. Dawn could see what Buffy had seen in him, the way his dick spread her cunt and hit her spot, the way he thrust up hard and deep, his hands grasping her waist, squeezing her. She screamed again, squealing out loud as she orgasmed. Spike’s dick continued pounding her, thrusting into her once tight cunt, elasticating and opening it, his balls slapping at her slick cunt lips as he rammed in the full length. Dawn shrieked and squealed some more, throwing her head back and howling at the ceiling, a pleasurable warmth burnt inside her as the orgasms seemed to come in an unstoppable series.
Suddenly Spike stopped, his face contorting in a mixture of annoyance and pleasure. “Shit,” he barked. Dawn didn’t need to ask why because even as he was saying it she could feel his sperm blasting into her, the white goo filling her wet twat, exploding deep into her hole and dribbling out as she slid off. “Oh shit,” said Spike again, this time there was no pleasure, just irritation. “Shit, shit, shit” he repeated as Dawn got off him, her pussy still singing after its filling. She watched as the vampire hit the bed with his fist, “Shit, shit, shit.” It was the first time that anyone had orgasmed in her and not been happy about it, though the feel of the plug in her butt reminded her why he wasn’t the happiest vampire in LA.
She smiled, it had been a great ride and she was feeling charitable. “I told you to think of ice-cream.”
“I did, I fucking love ice-cream, but it’s hard to think about strawberry and vanilla when you’re screaming at the top of your lungs,” he snarled, “I was looking forward to your ass.”
“Well if you can get hard again the offer of my butt is still open… otherwise Cordy’s going to get a ride tonight,” Dawn smiled.
“Yeah, okay, nib… Dawn,” he nodded enthusiastically and reached down to pump his cock.
Dawn batted it away, “Oh and no hands.”
“Hey, that’s just cruel.”
“I didn’t say we couldn’t use other ways to bring you up again,” Dawn giggled. He frowned for a second, not understanding, as she smiled at him, “My tongue for example.”
“That works for me,” he replied.
She brought her head down to his flaccid dick, even limp it was large. She looked at him, licking her lips in anticipation. He nodded at her as he leant on his elbows, waiting for her ministrations. She stuck her tongue out and began to lick at the dick; the taste was a strange mixture, salty and sweet, his cum and hers. She licked at it, cleaning the fluids from his dick and replacing them with her saliva. Like a mythical giant awakening from its slumber his knob began to harden again, she continued to lick and clean it, bending down and sliding her tongue from the tip down to the ballsack. She could feel the butt-plug in her ass, quivering as she moved and making her wet in excitement.
Spike groaned, “Shit Dawn, that’s good, you’re getting me hard.”
She looked up and smiled, “Let’s make sure we keep you up.”
Her lips slid down over the prick, taking it deep into her mouth, pinning her tongue down to the bottom. She moved her head up and down, slowly sucking at the big dick, rolling it against her cheeks and towards her throat; not too deep, she didn’t want to gag, but enough that Spike was tensing with excitement and grunting with pleasure. She could feel his thighs shuddering as his muscles contracted and relaxed, his legs shivering and his hands gripping and ungripping. Dawn continued to work her head up and down, tasting his cock and leaving it lubricated and soaked.
“Shit, fuck,” groaned Spike. Dawn lifted her head, wiping away a thin trail of saliva that dangled between her lips and his dick; she didn’t want to make him cum, not when she had a butt that needed fucking. Spike nodded in understanding, “I’m hard as iron.”
Dawn got onto her hands and knees and waved her butt at him, “And I’m ready… nearly.” She reached up and pulled out her butt-plug, letting her asshole contract slightly, “Oh… I am now.”
Spike didn’t need to be told twice. Within seconds he was behind her, grabbing her butt cheeks and spreading them open, moving his prick into the inviting hole. “Oh yes, put it in,” squeaked Dawn as Spike began to push his huge member into her backhole. The butt-plug had done its work in readying her for the thick dick, but the thin plastic pole could only do so much and she gasped as the bigger hunk of meat entered her ass, stretching it even wider. Her hands clenched the bedding and she squirmed and wiggled trying to accommodate his prick, “That’s it Spike, give it me all. I want your big dick in my butt.”
“Fuck Dawn you’re teenage tight,” groaned Spike as he slowly forced his cock into her.
He pushed and heaved, gradually squeezing his wide prick down her narrow anal passage. She rocked back, pushing her ass at him, taking more of Spike’s dong gown her chute. It made her butthole ache, but it felt good – stiff and firm – and getting even better he went deeper. He was holding her waist now, moving faster and harder, each thrust going further in, opening more of her ass and exciting hidden nerve endings. She could feel it pushing at her cervix wall, stimulating the clit behind it. She quivered and gave a cry of ecstatic pleasure, “Fuck me deep Spike, fuck my asshole all the way.”
“God, you’re so fucking tight, you’re butt is like fucking a vice,” gasped Spike, “It’s so fuckin’ hot.”
“Yesss,” squealed Dawn, “yesssss!” Spike’s dick pounded deep into her ass, his balls slapping against her buttocks as he buried twelve inches of cock in her rectum. It rammed at her cervix, making the clit vibrate. She helped it along, stuffing a finger in her cunt and ramming it in and out in unison with Spike’s deep thrusts; the pleasure built up and exploded within her, “Ooohhh, aaaaaargggghhh, yessssss!”
“Shit, Dawn, this is so fucking good. You’re asshole is a fucking dream,” gasped Spike. He rode harder, leaning down to grab and grapple at her titties, his hard chest lying on her back, so she could feel the firm pecs pressing at her. Harder and harder, he pounded, thrusting himself into her anal chute, smashing aside any resistance and only halting as his balls smacked into her. “This is the best butt I’ve fucked. You’re an anal star.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Dawn shrieked back, “Give it me Spike, ram my back hole open, give me your dick.”
She rammed her finger harder into her pussy, slamming it against the clit as his cock hammered it from the other side. The bud was in orgasmic overdrive, sending explosive jolts of pleasure coursing through her, making her insides explode like was a nuclear reactor. Harder and harder, finger and dick worked together, vigorously slamming into her. Cum dripped from her cunt, soaking over her labia lips and drenching her finger. She thrust harder, pounding her spot into the wall, as the warm liquid spread over her hand, “Fuck me Spike. I love your big cock. Fuck me good!”
“Shit, oh shit,” gasped Spike, “Shit, oh shit.” He wasn’t swearing in disappointment and irritation now.
“Oh fuck me, fuck,” shrieked Dawn, “Pound my ass, ram it deep.”
Spike thrust harder, driving his dick far into her back chute. His slippery body slithered over hers, his pecs pressing at her. It was impossible to tell whose sweat was who’s, perspiration covered his chest and her back, streams of water dripping from them, down over her sides and towards her ass crack. Dawn squealed and gasped in pleasure as Spike’s hands continued to grip and fondle her titties, squeezing at the fleshy mounds, digging his fingers in and squashing them deep. Her nipples were hard, erect like steeples, pressing at his palms. “Oh yes,” screamed Dawn, “More!” His hands clenched harder, almost popping her tits, as he slammed his dick down her asshole. Harder, faster, in and out, pounding vigorously, ramming her into orgasmic oblivion, “Aaaaaarrrghh, aarrrrgggghhh, fuuuucccckkkk!”
His cum exploded down her bowels, the warm liquid stinging at the raw walls as it flooded and swamped her hole. It seemed to pop and fizz as it soaked down her asshole, before coming back up as the wide open hole pumped and closed. Spike came out, falling back on the bed, letting his goo drip out of her butt, down her buttocks and thighs, creating a warm and wet sensation as it oozed over her skin. “That was hot, you were hot,” the exhausted vampire said, “better than your sister.”
Dawn collapsed forward, sated – at least temporarily – her ass ached, sore and worn. But it had been worth it for the orgasmic pleasure, she still felt tingly from Spike’s big dick, much better than watching Oprah. She felt even better disposed to him as she said she was better than Buffy – not that she doubted she’d be a better screw than Miss Prim, but it was good to hear. In fact she was feeling so mellow and satisfied she decided she might even offer Spike a beer before booting him out.
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