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"Mmm… let's do it. Right here, right now." Saying it made her cream.

"Yes," he groaned.

His hot tongue was moving down her body again. She felt his tongue caressing her nipples and then moving down to her belly. She felt his tongue playing in her navel. His lips moved down a little more and she felt his mouth pulling at her pussy hairs.

She knew what he was going to do. Already her ass was moving in a slow, excited circle and she could feel her pussy juices leaking out and wetting the bed.

“Do you want me to eat your pussy?” Spike asked, in a teasing tone.

“You know I do,” Buffy moaned. “My pussy’s so hot. You know I want you to eat me!”

“Are you a hot cunt?” he asked. “Are you nothing but a pussy that needs filling?”

“Yes, I’m a cunt,” she whispered. “I’m anything you want me to be. You know you’ve got me hot. Help me out. Do something!”

“I’m going to do plenty, bitch,” he promised her.

***

Whenever he was in Sunnydale, Ethan made sure to visit Buffy Summers. He considered it a courtesy, almost a good luck charm. After all, he had almost been a Watcher. He took an academic interest in how his old chum Giles’s work was coming along.

Arriving late at night, Ethan surveyed the household with a voyeuristic curiosity. He heard no sounds of activity in the house, and for a disappointed moment he thought he would have to go about his business without his little busman’s holiday. But first, he decided to check the pool. Buffy wouldn’t be the first girl, nor the first female acquaintance of Giles’s, who would have a zen for late-night swimming.

Buffy was by the pool, all right. But she was doing nothing so innocent as swimming.

Buffy was lying spread-eagled on her back on a towel, wearing only the teeny top of a two-piece bathing suit. She was moaning and squirming in ecstatic delight while bloody William the Bloody himself knelt between her legs, eating the hair-fringed slit of her pussy.

Ethan could not believe his eyes. It was as if he had suddenly walked in on a live enactment of his most forbidden fantasy. Only, in his fantasy, it would have been him eating that wet pink pussy with such relish.

"Mmmmm... your pussy tastes great," Spike mumbled between tongue-stabs. Talking only seemed to make him impatient, though, for more of the Slayer's sweet-tasting juices. He extended his tongue and swirled it around the peak of her aroused clit. Then he slipped it down farther to attack the yielding hole of her cunt.

Ethan had a bird's-eye view of everything. And what details he could not make out with his eyes were generously furnished by his imagination. The blonde's face was wreathed in sultry smiles as she swiveled her hips up to feed her cunt to Spike's face.

"Mmnmm... yess, Spike... like that! Eat my pussy, you bastard! It's SOOO wonderful!"

Christ! What a sexpot! Ethan thought as he crouched inside the garage, watching the progress of the lewd lovemaking between vampire and Slayer. She was even better than he had expected she would be, though he had never expected to actually have a chance to see her in action.

He watched her tongue dart from her mouth in passionate anguish as Spike tongue-fucked her deep. He watched her reach up and grab hold of her lush tits, fondling them and pinching them to enhance the sensual effects of her growing abandon. One ripe globe popped out of her skimpy bikini top. Ethan found himself licking his lips as he contemplated the tempting picture of the blonde's ripe, sex-honed body. She looked incredibly appealing lying there, almost naked, with just that little bit of bikini to accent her obscenely exposed curves.

The older man's eyes roamed frantically from her beautiful flushed face to her big tits to her dark-blonde bush of pubic hair. Spike's head was in the way of her slit, but Ethan could imagine how hot and wet it must be, how tangy her free-flowing juices must taste. He swallowed hard. His throat was getting dry. Somewhere in the back of his head, Ethan knew he was in trouble. Much as he did not want to let it happen, Ethan's imagination was taking more and more liberties with the information he had just gained about Buffy. He was letting himself go. What little conscience he had forgot to remind him that he should not be having fantasies about such a young, vulnerable woman; he was too engrossed in thinking what those full bouncy tits would feel like. What it would be like to suck on her nipples until they were hard as little bullets. How she would sound writhing and moaning under him while he fucked her to ecstasy.

It took no imagination at all to summon up the vocal effects. They were right there, hovering in the night air, assaulting his ears like the strains of some powerful aural aphrodisiac. "Ooohhh... God-d-d! It's getting soooo goood! I'm getting there, Spike! You're doing it to meee!" She pulled her knees up so her feet were resting against the vampire's ears. She used the leverage from her feet to wriggle her ass off the ground and back down again. Her tits bounced with her effort. Her mouth worked in strange contorted motions as she climbed for the satisfaction that hovered a thread's breadth away.

Then suddenly, she was grinding her cunt against Spike's face as if she were trying to force her pussy down his throat. "Ooooohhh... oh I'm cummming!" Her mouth grew slack as soon as she got the words out. She whined in voluptuous ecstasy as her thighs held Spike's head prisoner to her exploding cunt.

In his hiding place, Ethan held his breath while he watched the beautiful blonde enjoy the carefree high of orgasm. His cock was throbbing in his pants, responding to the primal call of her arousal. He watched enviously as Spike hastily pulled off his swim trunks to reveal his own hard-swollen boner. Ethan tried to remember how long it had been since he had felt his own sexuality that vibrant, coursing through his veins down to the mushrooming tip of his cock.

It had been months.

Ethan realized he had let himself forget what an all-consuming experience sex could be. He had let his sex life assume the same secure status in his mind as eating his hot buttered toast in the morning. He really liked hot buttered toast, but if he had thought that was the heights all the songs and stories told about, he would have done himself in long ago. Only in watching this blonde bitch get off did Ethan realize how much he wanted to be a whole man again.

He was shaking, so aroused was he by the thoughts and emotions his voyeurism had stirred in him. He watched only mechanically as Spike climbed on top of his conquest, as she wrapped her legs around his back and coaxed him to enter her. Her shrieks of delight as Spike's cock penetrated her pussy brought Ethan back to reality. 

“Bitch,” Spike groaned. “You bitch. I’m going to come in your pussy. I’m going to give you what you want. I’m going to give you my fucking cum. Bitch. Bitch, YOU HOT-ASSED BITCH!”

While he covered Buffy's face with kisses, Spike guided his cock expertly in and out of her pussy. From his hiding place, Ethan could see the glinting sheen of juices on his cock. The sight made his balls feel ominously heavy, it made his cock strain against his pants. Ethan grinned to himself. He felt more a man this night than he had for a long time. That good-looking little blonde had done it for him. How he would like to thank her for her kind service!

"Oh, God, Spike! Shove that big cock of yours into my pussy! Do it! Do it to me, baby! Screw meeeee!"

The blonde clung desperately to her lover's shoulders and shimmied her pussy up to meet the lusty thrusts of his hard-driving cock. She tossed her hair from side to side as she raised her head off the ground, as if struggling to climb inside the man, to weld herself to him, to be a part of his force and passion.

Again Ethan could not help envying Spike, the struggle he was enjoying, to tame the frantic Slayer whose cunt was sucking his cock with such tireless glee. He figured her cunt must be slippery as an ice-rink by now. What great times a man could have trying to keep his cock's hold on such hot delicious territory!

While Buffy whinnied and moaned her incoherent appreciation of Spike's pummeling technique, the vampire grunted and slaved over his eager lover, until the sweat gleamed on his back. Ethan could not rightly make any complaint about their depravity, because he was enjoying himself too much, but they sure weren't showing any respect for Buffy's mother by turning her poolside into a stage for an orgy. A part of Ethan wanted to concede totally that what Buffy and Spike were doing was good healthy fun, but another, more resentful part wanted to see them suffer just a little by being caught.

The only suffering Buffy was doing was lying there, enthusiastically taking the blunt-headed intrusion of Spike's cock. There was no hope that Ethan might see justice done in that quarter. There was nothing on tap for Buffy but pleasure and more pleasure. "Aaaagghh! Oh, yessss! Keep doing it like that! Pleeeeeze!"

Ethan watched her fingernails digging red welts in Spike's back. The lad was doing all the suffering, all right. But Spike was a brave lad. He just kept stuffing the feverish woman's twat full of hard cock. And she kept trying to climb him like a baby koala trying to negotiate her first tree—all grab and no tact.

But the raunchy hypnotizing pace could not continue forever. Ethan hated to see the end in sight. He had never enjoyed even a porno movie half as much as he was enjoying watching two good-looking young people fucking each other in their back yard. When Spike came, the jerk of his hips was hard and convulsive. He clung to Buffy as if she were his only lifeline. "Jeez... oh shit, it's good!"

The blonde provided an eerie background of ecstasy as she too gave in to orgasm. "Eeeee! Oh, God, I'm cumming again, Spike! I'm cummming!"

They were frozen together like an erotic statue, while her pussy absorbed the load of his hot cum. Ethan still knelt there, watching them, beads of sweat standing out on his brow. 

***

The next time Ethan saw Buffy, she was in his hotel room. It was not as pleasant a visit as Spike had gotten.

“What are you doing in Sunnydale, Rayne?”

Ethan answered more or less truthfully. “Taking in the sights.”

“Bullshit.”

"Ethan." He grinned, glancing at the thrust of her darling tits. "Call me Ethan. No need to stand on formalities—it’s all in the family, so to speak."

"Giles would get mad if he heard me calling you by your first name," Buffy said innocently—but looking every bit as sexy as she had begging for Spike’s load.

"They can't hear you," Ethan said, smiling handsomely. "Let me hear you say my name."

“Let me hear you say you’re leaving town.”

“Say my name and I promise I’ll leave town.”

Buffy scowled. Her tits rose up at the low-cut neckline and she saw him eye her. "Ethan," she said and let the tip of her pink tongue touch her lips so he could see it.

Ethan's eyes narrowed. Was he mistaken or was she being friendlier than usual? She often cockteased him, as far as he was concerned, but this time she seemed to be downright flirty. “Very well. I promise to leave town—as soon as I’m finished with my business.”

“Which is?” Buffy asked, crossing her arms under her chest.

Ethan maneuvered himself to get some good peeks at her half-naked tits, thrust up by her folded arms. His cock erected in his pants and he wished he could shove his fucking prick up Buffy's sweet young cunt.

“To do to you what I saw Spike doing the other night.”

Buffy could almost read his thoughts and see his desire in his fiery eyes. "You shouldn't look at me like that," she breathed softly.

"Why not?" he laughed. "You're a sexy bitch, and you know it."

"Maybe. But I’d rather be a sexy bitch who knows it than a piece of shit who doesn’t.”

Ethan just chuckled, convinced now that something was different about Buffy. She wasn't simply being coy or flirtatious. Could it really be that the kid was actually as slutty as she appeared? Could he hope for that?

“What you do with Spike is your business, of course. But it seems to me far more likely you’re just looking for a good time rather than actually being in love with the creature. And if that’s the case, I could volunteer my services.”

A cacophony of emotions warred on Buffy’s face. “That is gross.”

“Why? I’m younger than Spike by quite a lot.”

“You’re evil!”

“Not as much so as Spike. By quite a lot.”

Her eyes flashed. “You don’t have as big a cock as he does.”

She heard a fly unzipping.

Slowly her gaze swept lower and lower toward the belly of the beast. The object she was searching for was inches away from her gaze.

She lost her courage the moment before the line of her eyesight would catch hold of his manhood.

It was then she realized she couldn’t not look. She had to see. 

She gritted her teeth and raised up her courage and forced her neck down to see the obscenity her eyes would not move to encompass within sight.

Finally the object of desire came into her heated view. When she saw it she heard the blasting burst of an army of trumpets.

By quite a lot.

Ethan’s foot-long cock lay throbbing against his belly. It was a magnificent cock. It shocked her to the quick at the mere sight of it. Now that her gaze was fastened upon it she had to touch it.

But every time she groped for it the cock would escape her grasp. She became frantic and lunged at it with both hands.

***

Buffy woke up. She was hanging off the side of her bed. Her satin sheets had been kicked off during her reverie. She was covered in sweat. The yearning desire for Ethan's massive cock pulsed through her now, even while awake.

But now that she was awake, she wouldn’t let herself believe that she desired it so. She wiped her forehead of its perspiration. She walked around the room trying to regain her former perspective on things that the dream had just usurped.

She convinced herself that it was only a dream and had nothing to do with the real world. It was just a dream. She had gone to see Ethan and he had propositioned her, like a total creeper, but just because he had a big dick didn’t mean she had thrown herself at him. Buffy wouldn’t be able to respect herself one bit if she had. She wouldn’t even be able to respect herself if she’d wanted to, so she hadn’t wanted to, not one bit.

When she finally managed to calm herself and explain away the meaning of the dream as a random fantasy, she tucked herself back in bed.

It was then and only then that she realized that her beautiful, blonde-haired cunt was sopping wet.

She felt her juices flow. She made no connection between her sopping sex and the lustful desires exposed in her dream.

She closed her eyes and began to doze off back into sleep. Her muscles relaxed and she could feel the warm glow of unconsciousness begin to overtake.

Then she heard Ethan’s voice again—“I could volunteer my services.”—and it bolted her back awake.

Was that a dream too?

The memory of her abortive threatening of Ethan came back now full force. The image of when she first laid eyes on his massive, erect member burned in her brain.

It was useless to sleep now. No matter what position she assumed to get comfortable two things kept haunting her: Ethan’s slyly confident offer and the image of his rock-hard manhood.

***

Ethan was still in the same hotel room. The arrogance of it was overwhelming. If she’d wanted to, she could’ve gone in there, broken both his legs, and dragged him out of town.

If she’d wanted to. 

“One fuck,” she told him, trying not to stare at the bulge in his pants but hating to look at the grin on his face. “Then you’re out.”

She matter-of-factly pushed down her jeans.

“If that’s all you can take,” Ethan said.

Buffy pushed down her white panties and levered herself on top of a dresser. Her slender thighs spread to show a bushy triangle of blonde like wheat bunches.

Ethan nodded. "You know, you're the only woman I've ever met who isn't afraid of me." He frowned. "Except a crazy little bitch I knew in college for a while." He unzipped and hauled out his hardening prick. The cockhead was already oozing clear drops of slippery pre-cum.

Buffy unbuttoned her white blouse. She smiled. She was going to run Ethan out of town on a rail, but she wouldn't drop it on him until after he had fucked that huge cock into her pussy and she'd had a good come.

Ethan moved between her supple thighs. "Wish I'd met you twenty years ago."

Buffy smiled. "That would've been trouble. I was only a girl then." She opened her white blouse and exposed her sloping, pointed tits. Her nipples were reddish brown corks, crinkled and excited.

Ethan laughed. "You’re only a girl now. But don’t worry. I’ll make you a woman.”

She sat on the edge of the dresser and let Ethan fondle her pert tits as she used both hands on his immense cock.

She pulled the tight skin forward and back. The big cockhead surged forward to nestle into the musk of her crotch. She rode the cockhead up and down against her engorged, hot-blooded cunt lips.

He was digging his strong fingers deeply into her soft tits. She liked that. Something in her liked being mauled a bit. She knew it and accepted it.

Buffy rocked her hips and edged forward a bit more. She was teetering on the edge of the dresser. She managed to enclose his big cockhead in her loose cunt lips.

“You hot ass little bitch,” Ethan groaned. “Giles told me you had a hot ass. He knew you’d fuck like crazy!”

She didn’t know if she liked the thought of Giles telling this supervillain that she was a good fuck. But she would think about that later. Right now she could only think about how sweet his cock felt. He was fucking her so good. She could feel her juices starting to wet his cock as he drove it into her.

Ethan stepped back to allow her to raise her strong legs which were imprisoned at the ankles by her lowered jeans and panties. His huge, hard cock wobbled free, a thick lance that stuck out of his pants like a pump handle.

Buffy raised her legs high and bent her knees. Ethan ducked his head into the gap. She settled her legs on his wide shoulders. She eased her upper body flat on the dresser. Her soft tits settled lower on the sides of her chest. Her thick brown nipples pointed at wide angles.

Her bushy cunt was dripping, slightly pouted, a pink vertical mouth. "Make it a good one," she urged.

Ethan nodded and got a good grip on her slim waist. He nudged his cockhead into her cunt lips and found her hot, juicy fuck hole. He pressed forward against the weight of her muscular legs, forcing her thighs straight up.

His thick cock sank into her soft cunt. He was enthralled by the way she could use her cunt muscles. Almost instantly, she began subtly milking his shaft, squeezing the fat cockhead, luring him deeper and deeper.

Buffy closed her eyes to the rough, beamed ceiling, the stained walls of the cheap motel room, the face of the man who was fucking her. She blocked out the discomfort of lying on a cheap plywood dresser. She concentrated on her cunt! 

Her pleasure was a strange mixture of sensation—feeling the hugeness of his prick, molding her sex to his invading cock, tightening on his fucker with her finely developed muscle control. There were rings of muscles in her pussy and she could tighten them like fingers, in sequence, or all at once.

She enjoyed using her educated cunt. And she especially enjoyed it when Ethan fucked his massive prick in her. He fucked so deep he almost rammed into her womb.

She sucked air and jerked her body. Her big tits quaked. Her inner walls rippled and spasmed. She shivered with weird, icy pain that seemed like pleasure.

"Come on, all the way in! Ram me! Fuck the living shit out of me!"

Ethan nodded. He had everything socked into her cunt now. And he smacked it in fast and hard, jolting her big, soft body, forcing puffs of sound from her lips, making her cute face ripple and twitch into something ugly.

Buffy loved the size of his big prick. She dug her heavy, booted heels into his back, urging him on.

Ethan fucked hard. He watched his broad prick emerge, glistening wet, all but the big, fat purplish cockhead, and then he shoved it all the way in! 

The impact shook her. She clung to the edge of the dresser to keep from being driven back too far. Her insides were hot and squishy. She bore down on his cock and clenched the inner muscles in a slow series of undulations that brought sobs of ecstasy from Ethan.

He slammed into her pussy again. Harder! His giant prick squashed her cunt lips. Her clit was hammered and scraped.

Buffy rolled her head from side to side. She grunted with each huge thrust into her pussy. She shuddered into a strong come. She gripped her tits and savagely twisted and pulled the pale white flesh. She needed more pain. Pain was good! Life was pain, so she might as well enjoy it!

"Ethan! Ethan! Fuck me in the ass! In the ass!"

He slowed his massive thrusts. "What?" He'd never done that. It was difficult enough getting a woman to let him fuck her cunt! 

"I want it in the ass! Do it! Christ, do it now!" She glared at him. She pulled her knees to her sloping tits. Her booted, encumbered feet rode up his back to his neck. Her bunched jeans and panties pulled his head forward.

Ethan was close to coming. His loins were getting that golden, fizzing sensation that preceded a mind-blasting climax. He didn't want to leave her hot, juicy cunt.

But this opportunity might never come again. A woman had never before gone wild like this and offered him her asshole.

He didn't hesitate any longer. He pulled out. God, his cock was hard! It was slippery with her juices. His prick jerked strongly in the air as if complaining at having been pulled from its home.

"Okay! You asked for it!" He slipped two fingers into her sloppy wet cunt to coat them with the slick fluid. Then he quickly poked first one, then the other finger into her small, puckered asshole. He slathered the juices all around and against the crevice of her tight ass.

Buffy wriggled and squirmed as he did this. His fingers tickled like hell! "Ram it in! Get that cock into my ass!"

He fisted his giant cock just below the crown and sank it between her spongy ass cheeks. The cockhead pressed against her clenched little asshole.

She gasped, "Push! Push, damn you! Fuck my ass!"

She felt him applying more and more force. He leaned over her and braced a foot farther back on the floor. She felt her puckered ring of ass muscles spasming under the pressure. Slowly, they yielded. Her little asshole opened more and more. She quivered as the last of the strength in her sphincter muscles gave out.

"Oh! Christ! Oh!" The head of his monster prick had popped into her ass. Her asshole was a ring of fire.

Buffy had taken cock into her ass before, but never one this size. She began to regret her invitation. She gritted her teeth and waited for what had to follow.

Ethan was amazed at the tantalizing sensations as her asshole surrendered. God, it was tight! He wanted more of this kind of fucking.

He fucked deeper into her ass. He waggled his hips and pressed ever deeper, working his fat prick in and out. It looked ugly but it felt marvelous!

He fucked more thick inches of cock into her ass. Her rectum contracted eerily on his prick.

Ethan almost laughed when he realized what was happening. She was trying to shit his cock. It was a completely different sensation from her cunt's action. He loved it!

Buffy hid behind closed eyelids. She panted and groaned as he drilled his huge cock farther into her ass. It hurt! Christ, it hurt! It was fire and lightning. 

She felt invaded, possessed, fucked as she never had been before. This was terribly degrading and humiliating. And she had asked for it. Begged for it! Commanded it! She licked dry lips and gasped. "Shove it all in! Uhh! More! Uhh!"

Again, Buffy mauled her tits. She felt the last monstrously thick inch of his prick stretching her asshole to the tearing point. Sheets of pain made her howl. The big cockhead was incredibly far up in her ass.

Ethan didn't give a damn how much Buffy howled and thrashed. He had all of his ten-inch cock rammed into her ass and it was going to stay there until he blew his cum.

He began a slow, deep fucking of her asshole. He loved the tightness, especially way up inside where the passage narrowed and the muscles went crazy each time his cockhead churned the mush there.

She felt the pain subtly transform into a hot, golden glowing sensation. He was fucking his giant prick in and out more and more quickly, plunging, plunging, plunging!

She squirmed helplessly. It shouldn't feel so good! She twisted her big fat nipples and gasped with the flare of new pain. But even that changed to the hot, golden pleasure of her ravaged ass.

There was no more punishment for her this way. Not until later, when her strange arousal and lust had faded and the pain came back.

Ethan slammed his loins frantically against her soft, spread ass cheeks. His huge cock was like a bar of iron. He sobbed as he rammed and rammed. He was almost there! Almost coming!

Buffy gave up and crowded her hands into her crotch to rub her swollen clit and forced three fingers into her cunt. She deserved a good come now! She wondered if she would be able to walk later.

Her fucking fingers quickly brought her to a panting, groaning, whimpering climax. And still her anus glowed with a strange fire pleasure. She kept on rubbing and fingering her pussy.

Ethan's fast breathing grew ragged. He bent his muscular neck and glared down at the sight of his monster cock fucking into Buffy's incredibly tight asshole.

He gritted his teeth. His pleasure grew and grew and grew. He gasped and grunted. He threw back his head and howled! His cock sprayed cum into the tight, gooey furnace of her ass. He fucked her like a madman!

She screamed and thrashed as a perverted ecstasy surged through her body. He ravaged her ass, pouring cum, yelling. Then she realized he had pulled his cock out.

She saw Ethan stagger off.

She lay with her legs dangling limply over the dresser. Her asshole leaked cum. She couldn't get her asshole to close tightly. She lay wiped out, exhausted emotionally and physically. And she felt the pain coming on now. She smiled faintly.

"Oh, shit!" she whispered. And she laughed. She laughed so hard her belly shook and her guts hurt even more.

"You’re not done yet. Now look at me, you miserable bitch!" Ethan pulled up hard on a handful of hair. He raised her trembling lips to meet his angry cock. "Suck it!" he barked.

He gave her no time to reply. He humped and rammed his knob between her wet lips. Buffy didn’t have to be told twice. Ethan watched the blonde as she went down on his throbbing tool. It didn't take her very long before she felt his cock throbbing with blood. 

Grinning in delight, Buffy swallowed the member in one gulp and pushed her face down, until her lips were rubbing against his pubic hair. He squirmed and felt the tip of his manhood pressing against the back of her throat. Buffy sucked in her breath. The prick grew even larger in her mouth. She grabbed his balls and massaged them while she pulled him deeper inside her mouth. Ethan shuddered and felt his heart thumping in his chest.

Her head began moving in a fast, up-and-down motion on his dick. Her lips rubbed against him as he went in and out. Ethan felt the blonde's tongue slapping him on the very tip as his big cock entered her juicy mouth.

"Now," he told her, "open your mouth and let me pump my prick inside."

The moment that her mouth opened he shoved his cock so hard down her throat that she was almost choking for breath. Buffy could suddenly feel her own climax building, raging for freedom in her loins and she began fucking her finger up her asshole as she pursed her warm, wet lips around his rapidly plunging penis, clasping and unclasping against it in a rhythm that seemed to match the eager pulsations.

Buffy could hear Ethan groaning long and deep as his hands pressed obscenely against her cheeks that were expanding and hollowing as he pumped his thick prick into her mouth. His hips gyrated as his loins seemed to lurch up against her face. She could feel tufts of his pubic hair salaciously tickling her chin with each upward thrust he made, urging her on to suck him harder.

"Suck, you cock eater, suck meeeeee!" he demanded.

All at once Ethan began to feel the white hot stream sizzling deep in his balls, then racing steam-like the entire length of his wildly thrusting penis. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though being tortured by fire. His madly jerking cock seemed to burst open from the top at once, his whole body wrenching in an agony of sublime pleasure.

His massively pulsating pole of flesh exploded in gush after gush of sperm into the girl's lewdly sucking mouth, bloating her cheeks outward with each bullet-like shot of cum until she swallowed to keep from choking, mewling and crooning hungrily at his thrusting groin.

"Don't stop sucking," he begged. "Eat it all."

His hands tangled tighter into her hair as he kept on ramming his prick in her face. Buffy began to feel her twitching cunt convulse. Plunging her fingers harder and faster into her wetly palpitating sex, sluicing her thumb up and down over the lust-swollen bud of her clitoris, Buffy got excited. A low grunt rumbled from her throat as she sucked around the jerking length of Ethan's still-thrusting cock, her spasming fingers working to bring her to complete orgasm. Sighing in a rapture, Buffy fell on his loins, his cock ramming all the way down her throat as he continued to shoot his load of white, hot sperm in subsiding bursts.

At last Ethan's penis softened and deflated in her hot mouth. Ethan collapsed onto the bed and let out a deep moan of satisfaction. His hands went to his face and he rubbed his eyes.

"Wow!" Ethan exclaimed. "Never did get such a good cock suck."

Buffy lay still with the limp, useless male organ between her lips. She sucked the last oozings of cum from its head.

“Sweet bitch,” he groaned, as her lips kept working on his hard cock. She got every drop from his cock and it finally slipped out of her mouth. She put her hand on his prick and started working her fingers up and down.

“Looks like it’s not how much I can take, it’s how much you can give.”

Buffy got up and went to the bathroom. She was in there barely two minutes before Ethan walked in, picked her up from the john, and draped her, face-down, over the edge of the tub.

"Can't you wait five minutes?" she asked, giggling.

"Shut up," he said, laughing and positioning her legs so that they were spread.

His cock was already rock-hard. He pulled her pussy apart and shoved it brutally inside her. So brutally, in fact, that Buffy cried out. Trembling, she submitted to his hard thrusts.

His prick hammered into her roughly. He felt her walls pulling apart with his thrusts. Her hot juices sprayed his cock. She sucked him inside, rubbed her ass sensuously against him, and rotated her hips. Ethan hammered again and again. Suddenly his cock sprayed her insides. Giggling, she sucked every drop up her juicy pink crack and felt his erupting balls rattling against her aroused clit.

Ethan gasped and collapsed on top of her. He lay heaving and breathing heavily on her back. Moments later, he got up, pulled her up to a standing position, and set her down on the john.

"Like I said—all you can take," he smiled at her and went back into the motel room.