Big Buffy Butt Bang 4 (Patreon)

“Tara… Tara… wait… be gentle…” she moaned as the knowledge slowly rolled over her. She hadn’t seen the strap-on, but she could judge its size from how much there was nestled between the cheeks of her quivering ass.

It was huge… impossibly long… much bigger than the one Willow had chosen. She would have a hard time taking it into her pussy, let alone up her ass. And all of Tara’s leading questions about Willow—did she intend to fuck Buffy’s ass or ruin it?

“Tara, hey,” Willow called softly. “You don’t have to—“

But Tara had listened enough to the inner voice, telling her as usual that she wasn’t good enough, wasn’t sexy enough, wasn’t powerful enough. Now she wasn’t as good a fuck as Buffy. Well, she would enjoy that great anal fuck herself. She would use up whatever tightness was still left in Buffy’s ass, leaving only a manhole for the others to fuck.

“Girlfriend-stealing hussy!” Tara roared, and with a sudden lunge, she powered all of her thick rod into Buffy’s tight ass. It pushed into the Slayer with an impact that would’ve knocked her across the floor if it weren’t for the stockade holding her in place.

Buffy cried out, though it was hard to tell whether it was in pain or pleasure. And Tara didn’t care either way. She looked down at Buffy’s asshole—it seemed to prove something, how ardently it was resisting her, and how eagerly it had let Willow in.

Tara’s natural good-naturedness reared its head and she wished, a little, that she’d lubricated the massive strap-on some more. All she’d need to do was stick it in Buffy’s seething slot for a moment; then her pleasure-soaked womanhood would’ve kneaded its own wetness deep into the dildo. But it was too late for that now.

Tara felt that fiercely resisting tightness, and knew that the better it felt for her, the more discomfort there was for Buffy. The slut would probably enjoy it eventually… hadn’t she begged for exactly this from Willow? Well, Tara would give her as much as she could take. The witch grunted, driving the enormous dildo further into the hot, throbbing inside of Buffy’s ass.

“Buffy, you better relax your ass,” Willow suggested quietly. She, too, had realized how brutally Buffy liked being fucked, but she still found it nervy how Tara was… indulging her. Willow hadn’t been like that when she’d been the one cocking Buffy’s ass—had she? “Really, Buffy, you have to loosen up. Just forget all that stuff about you being a hussy…”

“Forget it!?” Tara demanded, but any further verbiage was interrupted by Buffy pushing back against the searing rod she was being assaulted with.

“Oooohhh… AAAHH!” Buffy moaned, stretching out her own anal muscles on the blunt cockhead. “I’m loose as I’m ever gonna get, Tara… you have to make it fit… make me stretch… please… you can’t tempt me with that thing and then not give me all of it! Didn’t you see what a fucking whore I was with your girlfriend?”

Tara’s teeth clenched. Her fingers dug like claws into Buffy’s slender hips, gripping the tender gold of her flesh to make sure Buffy couldn’t evade one inch of her impalement. The stocks already held Buffy, but that wasn’t enough for Tara. She needed to feel that Buffy couldn’t escape.

And Buffy reveled in it. She wanted to feel as much cock up her ass as would fit in her—more, even. She’d never dreamed that Tara, of all people, would make it feel like this.

With each inch Tara plunged into her, Buffy felt a stab of acute pain. Each time, she thought she wouldn’t be able to stand it. Then the pleasure came roaring in and she remembered, just like she had told Tara, what a whore she was.

They could never hurt her more than her slutty ass would enjoy.

“OOOOOHHHHH!” Buffy wailed like a banshee as the very last inch of thick, demanding girth went through her well-widened sphincter. The sting was almost enough to overwhelm her, but Buffy gritted her teeth, determined to wait out the breaking pain to get to the rush of pleasure she knew would come. It had to be like an addict giving themselves a fix. The needle hurt, but it had to be endured for what came after.

She could do it! Buffy knew she could do it! She’d been hurt a lot worse and kept going and that was just for duty, for stubbornness, never for a reward like she knew was coming. Her eyes were tightly shut; her teeth chiseled into each other. Sweat bloomed on her brow and coursed over her lovely face.

Buffy was still enduring the hurt when Tara started sawing her cock in and out, each thrust making Buffy’s straining grommet give a little more, letting Tara in that much easier.

“Willow’s mine… mine… all mine,” Tara said softly, realizing now that Buffy’s ass was becoming as easy to fuck as Willow’s pussy was. But it was still real tight… throbs going through Buffy’s rectum… massaging the strap-on and pleasuring Tara through every inch of it.

Tara wondered: when she was through with Buffy, and Willow’d already had her turn… Dawn or Anya or Joyce would go next… maybe she could fuck Willow then. Using this wonderful strap-on to feel all of the inside of Willow’s cunt. Or other places.

Tara’s passion rose as she imagined ass-fucking Willow like she was Buffy. Even thinking of Willow started a cavalcade of remembered images—those short skirts Willow liked to wear—those tiny little lace panties—the way she bent over at the waist, never crouching, like a little kid not knowing she was shoving her ass out.

Her ass was even smaller than Buffy’s, none of the muscle that gave Buffy’s butt what little thickness it had, but there was something exotic about imagining the huge strap-on she wore now with Willow’s tiny little butt. It was like Willow had been teasing her, tempting her all this time with the prospect of being sodomized, but Tara had never realized it until now.

Maybe that was why Willow had fucked Buffy the way she’d had. She was showing Tara how an anal whore should be treated, because she was one herself.

Tara pumped into Buffy quicker now, going deeper and faster and harder, hurrying to express all the lust that flamed in her body. Buffy was besieged with tattered emotions, sensations she couldn’t sort out. By now, what Tara was doing felt like it was tearing her to shreds. Tara smashed her hips into Buffy’s splayed buttocks, going into her like a machine, pistoning the strap-on into her.

It never quite fit—again and again it stretched Buffy open. When Tara withdrew, the disappearance of the phallic shaft allowed Buffy’s straining innards to return to a semblance of normalcy. Then Tara thrust back into her and Buffy’s rectum was once more out of shape, struggling to accept the mad penetration being forced on her.

But no matter how much Buffy had to stretch, had to strain, had to sob through, the pain wouldn’t stay with her. Her violation simply wasn’t drastic enough to outweigh the sluttiness Glory had awakened in her. Buffy still craved anal pleasure and as the delightful feeling of being ass-fucked came to a head, she yielded shamelessly to it.

A new orgasm mounted in her, the excitement of it rippling through her body as if it had never been satiated, as if it were starving for this new, painful level of ecstasy.

Buffy felt as though she were melting, all of her sore and throbbing body washed away by delicious waves that left behind only the most voluptuous pleasure. And so Buffy’s grimace became a dreamy smile as she once more realized how well-fucked her ass was… that she was still an anal whore and a cock in the ass would only bring her enjoyment.

Tara was equally surrendered to her urges. Nothing was going to stop her now. She rammed and pumped and rutted, using Buffy’s ass like a sheath specifically designed for the strap-on she wore. And Buffy damn sure felt like a cock-holster meant only for the hurtful lust that was surging inside of Tara.

Tara’s body was drenched with sweat; the musky smell of it and the bittersweet tinge of her lascivious cunt made her perfume a distant memory. The strap-on she battered Buffy with was like a jackhammer, chugging in and out, prevented from going deeper only by the lack of anymore length to use on Buffy.

Willow couldn’t help but notice the obscene aroma of Tara’s skyrocketing passion. Their lovemaking was usually sweet and gentle; they only rarely worked themselves into a state like this. But Willow had to admit, she found it irresistible.

Slowly, she crept over to where Tara was powering into Buffy’s ass, her muscles standing out from her plush flesh like a lightning bolt, jagged in the dark sky. Willow kissed Tara’s shoulder, the swelling muscle of her trapezius, and the rigid nodes of her spine through the back of her neck.

The redhead had her own sexual ache in need of relief, but at the moment, all she was thinking of was Tara. She wanted to be part of sating Tara’s urges.

“You had your turn at her,” Tara said harshly. “Your little girlfriend’s mine now!”