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City of Lost Angels	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 33171 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-City of Lost Angels
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
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"Before you became ‘The Dingoes’ you were called ‘Dingoes ate my Baby’. Why the change?" asked the radio DJ.
Devon laughed, "It was too long and no-one got the reference. They’d all be saying…" he put on a stoner accent, "’Wow man, didn’t know you had a baby and what’s a dingo?’"
"Yeah, at one gig we were introduced as ‘Dingoes hate my Baby’, that’s when we knew we had to change," it was Oz speaking this time. He sounded as laid back as ever, like he was too cool for school.
The sound of music came over the DJ’s voice as he said, "Obviously not a Meryl Streep fan, but here for you Dingoes guys and gals is a track of their new album – Castamere Reigns."
Buffy reached over and switched the radio off. She could have happily listened to the Dingoes and what had happened to Oz and Devon since they blew out of Sunnydale on their quest for fame, fortune and chicks for free. That was the problem, whilst she was listening she wasn’t working and there was plenty to get through, patrol rotas, budgets and more importantly a mass of old newspapers, crime reports and Watcher diaries which might contain a clue to where Willow was and why Faith had gone rogue… again. The radio was a distraction.
She bent down and began to read, nervously grimacing as she read the reports of a mid-fifties slaying of a group of redheads; luckily it soon became obvious it was a common or garden serial killer not a demon or the start of a supernatural trend. She put them down the old newspaper cuttings and opened a diary, notes that had been made sometime in the nineteenth century by a Watcher who was worried that his Slayer wasn’t listening to him. She had barely begun to read when the door opened and someone stepped in.
Buffy frowned, she thought she’d made it clear she was working and if one of the Slayers did want her, the least they could do was knock. She continued reading for a few moments, hoping that would show her displeasure before looking up. When she it took her a moment to recognise the young woman who’d closed the door and stood in front of her. The last time Buffy had seen her she was in jeans and a baggy jumper, her hair tied up in a ponytail. Now it was permed and spread over her bare shoulders, the vest tight and cropped accentuating her tits and showing her firm stomach, a piercing through the belly and if the top was small her hot-pants were even tinier, hardly covering the top of her thighs. Buffy stared for a second, hardly able to speak "You…you…"
Her younger sister smiled, "You whore? You hussy? You earn ten times what I do and demons don’t try and decapitate you with their talons?"
Buffy scowled – the first two things were exactly what she felt. She wanted to tell Dawn that her sister had made her bed, now she’d have to lie in it – the only trouble was that Dawn gave every intention of finding the bed comfortable and was also offering to let a lot of people share it. "What do you want Dawn? I’m guessing you’re not here to apologise and beg for forgiveness?"
Dawn looked surprised, "What? Why should I apologise? I wasn’t the grade A bitch in the Summers' house. Do this Dawn, don’t do that Dawn, do your homework Dawn, tidy your room Dawn, don’t have fun Dawn, stick a rod up your ass like me Dawn."
"Not the only thing been up your ass is it, from what I heard," Buffy snapped, "I was trying to give you a good start in life; what I should have done was give you a collecting bowl and a bikini and sent you car-washing for the local frat houses."
"Hey don’t knock it, Buffy, at least I was getting some and from guys who’s previous nocturnal activities were screwing hot girls not draining them of blood," Dawn shot back aggressively.
Buffy wanted to slap her sister so much that she almost snapped a pencil to stop her doing so. Sure a couple of her ex’s had been vampires, but being a Slayer had tended to put her love life in second place, even more when she’d suddenly had to become a Mom to Dawn as well as a sister. And Dawn threw it in her face. "I asked what you wanted Dawn," the Slayer snapped.
"I heard Willow vanished, kidnapped by Faith."
Buffy detected a trace of concern in Dawn’s voice. Was it because she had banged Willow? Buffy had never asked her friend if she and her sister had fucked when Will had discovered where Dawn was, but she suspected they had. Not that she blamed the redhead, if the burger put itself on the grill people would want to taste. She nodded, "Yes. I’m on it."
"You’ve not found her though," the tone was accusatory and Buffy blushed angrily at it.
"No, not yet," the Slayer snapped back, "I’ll send you updates by text if you want."
"Oh do," Dawn’s voice dripped with sarcasm. She paused, "It’s lucky she’s my friend or else I’d just turn away and let you find her on your own."
"You’re here to help?" Buffy almost laughed with incredulity that Dawn was thinking of someone other than herself, "What you going to do? Tour the porn studios to see if Faith has sold Willow into white slavery…"
Dawn smirked arrogantly, "Don’t need to. I met Faith doing a porn movie already…"
Buffy’s jaw didn’t literally drop open, but that was only because she was so angry with her sister it was already gritted shut. Her eyes did widen and the paper in her hand was dropped back to the desk, "Faith? In a porn? With you?" Buffy knew Faith wasn’t adverse to the physical side of relationships, just the emotional, but she couldn’t imagine her fellow Slayer being so depraved as to do it on film.
Dawn’s smirk got wider, "With me, Buffy. I can give you the details if you like. It was a BDSM…"
"I don’t need to know that," Buffy said quickly; she didn’t want to think about Faith naked, it led to too many complications and being naked with her sister, even more so. "What was she like? Edgy? Like she’d the kidnap planned?"
Dawn paused and her face twisted a little like she was thinking hard, "It was weird. Not just that it was Faith, but it was like she didn’t know she was Faith and had made up this complete new persona, she was a preacher’s daughter from down South who’d been caught dealing pot. But that wasn’t the weirdest thing about it…"
"What was?" Buffy frowned.
"You know what a bottom is? In lesbian sex?"
"I’ve heard something, in a magazine, Elle, Cosmo perhaps or it may have been a late night documentary," Buffy tried to appear casual and hoped she wasn’t blushing.
"Well Faith on set was the bottomest bottom I’ve ever met; it was just unlike her," said Dawn.
Unlike her sister Buffy knew that Faith was happy to bottom on at least one occasion. She shrugged, "Sure it was her?"
"Buffy I fucked her, I know you close your eyes and think of America, but normal people don’t. I recognised her. Anyway she kept her name…" she paused and bit her lip, for the first time since she come into the room looking nervous and unsure, "and there’s more."
"What? Did she leave an address?"
"No, but we shared a cab back so I know her apartment block," Dawn said, "but that’s not what I meant." She paused again, "It’s Mom… she’s alive."
"What?" said Buffy. Her sister's words hit Buffy like a knife in the stomach. Their Mom was dead, they’d been to the funeral, Dawn had stupidly tried to reincarnate her and mercifully failed, she was dead. "Where did you see her? In a porn again?" Buffy said angrily, pissed of at her sister's lies.
Dawn gave a small nervous shrug and wiggled her feet nervously like she did when she’d been caught shoplifting, but she didn’t twist her little finger as she did when she lied. The knife ripped upwards, tearing at the Slayer’s intestines. "No… no…Dawn even for you this is too much. She’s dead, she’s dead and she’s not coming back. Leave me out of your sick fantasies," Buffy stood up suddenly, her hands clenching. She could feel tears in her eyes. Angrily she wiped them away, "I know you hate me, but to say that. It’s evil…"
Dawn fidgeted, her expression twisting into a mixture of fear and grief and embarrassment, "I’m not lying, Buffy. I’m not some stupid girl who makes things up, not any more. I’m an adult, not a child."
"I can’t believe it. Have you just been waiting for a chance to hurt me? Did you think it was easy for me? Well have your revenge Dawn. I hope it makes you feel better about yourself."
"I feel just fine about myself. I’m not hiding myself in work. I’m eighteen and having fun. AND I’M NOT LYING!" she shouted the final words. Then she took a deep breath. "I have proof."
"What?" Buffy couldn’t believe her sister, didn’t want to believe her.
Dawn pointed at Buffy’s computer, "Type in www dot pornobabes… that’s one word." Buffy knew that, she wasn’t telling her sister, but it was site she sometimes, secretly visited to masturbate over the lesbian cuties. She sat at the machine and typed it in as Dawn continued, "then type in forward slash, models, forward slash, jay."
‘There are eight galleries with Jay’ came up on the screen together with a picture of a woman that Buffy knew so well. Her Mom was smiling and relaxed, alive… Involuntarily she looked down at the links below. ‘Jay does anal with a hunk’ ‘Hot Milf Jay blows for facial’ ‘Well hung stud bangs slutty wife Jay’. The mouse seemed to move of her accord and Buffy clicked ‘Jay is fucked in both holes’. It was her Mom, looking out at her in the first picture, just a head shot. In the second she was naked and by the third she was sucking a guy’s prick. In the tenth and eleventh Buffy couldn’t see her face, but could see that she was getting both her holes filled. And for the twelfth and final she was on her knees with cum trickling down from her forehead to her chin.
"They could be fakes…" Buffy said. "Or when she was getting divorced from Dad. I know she needed money."
"They’re not Buffy," Dawn’s voice was almost gentle. "Click on the last link."
Buffy looked at what it said ‘Lesbian Mom Jay with Charisma’. She closed her eyes as she clicked and only opened them when she sure the screen had loaded. It was her Mom and Cordelia, and Cordelia as she looked now – she couldn’t pretend it was something from High School or even from Cordy’s early shots. It was Cordy with her hair short and with the blonde highlights streaked against her natural dark brown; there was no denying that it was recent and long after her Mom had ‘died’.
Buffy quickly closed the internet, switching off the monitor and pulling out the plug to be sure. "You knew. Why didn’t you tell me?"
Dawn twisted her little finger, "I didn’t think you’d want to know."
"That Mom was alive? You thought I might have something else on that day?" Buffy said angrily.
Dawn shrugged sulkily, "Okay I didn’t say. It’s not like you’re up with the porn lifestyle. Anyway…"
"What?"
"She’s kinda like Faith, thinks she’s from Boise, Idaho and has no children. We’ve been out a few times, er, picking up guys, she just thinks we’re friends not Mom and daughter."
"And you didn’t think to mention it?"
"What? 'Hey I know you don’t think you have kids, but I’m your daughter, oh yeah and I’ve run away from home as well.'"
"I meant mention it to me… Mom back from the dead, no memory; even if you didn’t think I might want to know as her daughter, you’d didn’t, think, ‘Woah, Buffy’s the Slayer I might mention this risen from the dead thing, it might be magical.’"
Dawn shrugged, "I was going to. I have."
This time it was Buffy’s turn to shrug, "Yeah. Now." She paused and sighed, there was no point fighting about it. Dawnie was a selfish little bitch and she’d always be a selfish little bitch, but now she needed to find Faith and use her to find Willow; and after that she’d see if the return of her Mom was connected. And then she’d work out how to get Mom out of porn and back to suburbia… "You could find the apartment block with Faith again?"
"Yes. You want to go now?" Dawn asked.
Buffy nearly said yes. But she shook her head, "Tomorrow. I don’t want you to mention anything about Mom or Faith or the porn to anyone; it’s not fair if they’re mind-controlled." It would get out Buffy was sure – eventually – but first let her find out what was going on and she could put in place some damage limitation, for her Mom at least. She had control of the budget, perhaps she could buy up all the prints of the movies her Mom had made and cajole Cordy into silence… Dawn, well she’d worry about Dawn’s blabbermouth later – she could be persuaded that it was best for her Mom if it was never mentioned again, even Dawn wasn’t such a cow as to harm her. "Tonight I’m going to patrol as normal. We’ll meet at the coffee bar down the street at ten tomorrow morning and you can show me the place."
Dawn nodded, "Okay. I’ll keep my lips zipped if you want. For Mom, not for you."
There was a knock at the door and it opened almost immediately and Xander stepped in. He gave what was supposed to be a charming friendly smile and almost was, "Hey Buff, I heard the Dawnster was in town. How you both doing?"
He glanced at Dawn and then took another look. Buffy said sternly, "She was just leaving."
"I was - in a minute," said Dawn seductively, turning round so that she was facing Xander and taking a step forward so that she was next to him, her cherry red lips just inches from his throat and chin. "I’ll just say hi to Xander," the teen’s voice had more of a purr than Jessica Rabbit’s and her hand was sliding down to his waist.
If you put a burger on the grill people will want to try, but that doesn’t mean that it’s good for their diet. Buffy stood, "Now, Dawn, leave."
Dawn took a step back, her eyes not leaving Xander who was looking at her in lustful awe, "I’m going Buffy - later Xander," she said in a voice full of promise.
"Yeah, Dawnster," Xander blushed as he looked at Buffy, "Er, once you and Buffy are friends again we’ll, er, do lunch."
"That’ll be never then," said Buffy firmly. She stood up again and almost pushed Dawn from her office into the reception, "Good bye Dawn. Remember what I said."
"Sure Buffy," her sister replied, "And you should go get fucked and I mean that literally." She turned sharply on her heels and strode to the exit.
Buffy closed the door before she reached it and turned back to Xander. "Schedule for tonight. You’re with me; Vi, I’m going to put with Shannon and that new trainee – the German one…"
"Dawn?"
"I don’t want to talk about it Xander," Buffy said. Her sister was a bitch and her Mom was a porn star, what could she say about that?

*
Buffy shrugged and grimaced, "Thanks Xander. I was slow."
"You got it," Xander boot trailed through the dust pile in front of him, flicking the remains of vampire down the small back-alley. It had been close though, one minute Buffy was chasing the undead hobo down the street, Xander a few feet behind, the next the vamp was hidden in the shadows and jumping out. For a second Xander had almost thought that the creature had its teeth to his friend’s throat, finishing a job that bigger bads such as the Master, Glorificus and the First Evil hadn’t managed. He had grabbed the vamp, trying to drag him off. The demon had been too strong, but it had given the Buffster that half-second she needed to jam a stake in it’s heart.
Buffy pushed her hair back, a flicker of ash falling from it onto her shoulders. She shrugged again and brushed her hand to remove the last of the offending vampire. "Only just, another second and I’d have been its scooby snack." She gave a small smile, "My head’s in another time zone tonight."
"Dawn?" Xander asked.
"Yes," Buffy nodded and said no more.
"She looked well."
"She looked like a slut," snapped Buffy, which was five words more than she’d said about her all night.
"But well for a slut…" he grinned. All evening, ever since they’d left the hotel to patrol the mean streets of LA, Xander had been trying to get Buffy to talk about her younger sister and what Dawn had wanted. He had been around to see Buffy and Dawn fight like cats in a very small sack, their relationship whirling downwards like water down a plug. And since Buffy had found out Dawn had runaway to be a porn star even a mention of her drew a very unBuffylike icy silence. But it wasn’t good to keep things bottled and if Dawn had come round to see her sister she at least must want to patch things up.
Buffy wasn’t taking the bait. She kicked the vamp dust, "Let’s call it a night. I’m not in a mood for patrolling."
"You want to grab a coffee on the way back to the hotel?" he asked. Perhaps he could get her to talk about Dawn over that. "Or we could grab a beer." Alcohol would be better for tongue loosening.
"No," Buffy shook her head, "I’m gonna take a midnight walk, clear my head. You can go back without me."
"You sure? Misery hates company."
"I think it loves it," Buffy gave a small smile, "But yeah, I just need a little time on my own, get my thoughts in order."
"I’ll see you tomorrow," Xander gave a small wave as Buffy trudged away, hands in pockets, she suddenly looked up and gave a small wave back before turning and walking quickly away. He considered getting a drink on his own, but there was little more depressing than nursing a beer alone, especially as he saw a bus coming.
Forty minutes and two bus changes later he was outside the Hyperion. The hotel looked dark and gaunt, a gothic palace in the midst of LA modernity. With all the Slayers out in patrol the only light was from streetlights outside, their pale glow making the hotel’s white wall look ghostly, like the place was haunted. Luckily Xander wasn’t afraid of no ghosts – Inca Mummy girls, Praying Mantis demons and overly horny female vampires were scary, ghosts not so much. He walked up the steps and pushed at the door. It was open, there wasn’t enough keys for all the Slayers and potentials, so they kept it unlocked – there was little worth stealing.
Xander switched on the main light and put his weapons in the cabinet. He threw his jacket onto the sofa in the centre of the room, Vi would nag, but she would also hang it up. Stepping into the lift he went up to the fifth floor, the one he had all on his own. He pulled of his pumps as he walked along the corridor, holding them in one hand as he opened his door with the other. Humming tunelessly he snapped on the light.
"Hello Xander," grinned Dawn from beneath the covers of his bed. "I was just starting to wonder when you’d be back."
"Dawn!" Xander gasped, "What are you doing here?" He looked at her, only her face and the top of her body was visible above the sheets, but he was sure she was naked underneath.
That was quickly confirmed as the teen whipped back the cover, exposing her nude, but sexy body, to his lascivious gaze. "What do you think?" she asked with a smile.
Xander felt his prick stiffen as he looked down at her, her hairless snatch, the butterfly tattoo above it, her large, firm titties. When he first met her… when he first remembered her she was a thin, gawky ten-year old, barely able to speak to him somewhere along the way the child had become a woman, sexy, seductive, with a woman’s hips and tits and a pussy slick with desire. She was Buffy’s sister, that hadn’t changed and because the blonde was his second best friend after Will he made an attempt to resist, "You shouldn’t be here…"
"Really?" Dawn’s smile got wider and her fingers slid down to her cunt, gently prying apart the hole, "After I came over and snuck into your room, you’re just going to say bye." She gave a fake sad face.
"You’re Buffy’s sister," Xander said in desperation, though his dick was hard as he spoke.
"I’m Dawnie Springs – you might have seen my movies."
He had. He’d watched guiltily, but watched all the same, as his friend’s sister had taken a prick in her butt, fantasised as she deep throated, jacked off as she sixty-nined with another girl. And she must have known it. The teen he could remember had gone, in her place was a wanton and wild nympho, begging for him. She licked one finger sensually and slid it down to her cunt. In his pants his dick was throbbing so much he thought it was going to pop through his zip of its own accord.
"I’m wet," she purred, her eyes looking unashamedly at the bulge in his pants. "And horny." The middle finger slid over her cunt, pushing apart the sides just enough so that he could see a glimpse of the damp pink walls within. "And I’m here."
"I didn’t ask you," said Xander.
"I know," smiled Dawn, her smile was as pretty as it always had been, but when she was younger she didn’t accompany it by sliding a finger between her labia and into the moist hole, "But now I am you could fuck me."
Xander liked to think of himself as a normal red blooded heterosexual man, who’s automatic reaction when faced by a horny naked eighteen year old porn star wanting a fucking would be to oblige her. But he also liked to think of himself as a good friend to Buffy, not the type who’d bang her kid sister. He tried once more, "We shouldn’t its not right."
"Why not?" asked Dawnie, "You’re over eighteen aren’t you? Buffy’s not enslaved you? You’ve not got a hideous wasting disease which makes your dick fall off if it gets too hard?"
"No, no, not that," Xander shook his head. "But you’re Buffy’s sister."
"Isn’t that where we came in?" Dawn smiled. Then she let out a sigh so theatrical you could tell she was an actress, "Okay I see I’m going to need to persuade you."
"Persuade me?" Xander asked, wondering what she meant. And then he knew as she got up off the bed and dropped to her knees in front of him. "Dawn…" he half-whimpered as she reached up to his zip. "You shouldn’t be doing this…" he looked down as she slid down the zip. "I’m Buffy’s friend."
"And I’m the best cock gobbler in LA," Dawn grinned and pulled his prick out. She gave him a cheeky wink and before he could say anything more she had her mouth on his dick. Her lips slid up the hard organ, her tongue sliding at it and her teeth brushing over the skin. He watched down in amazement and her jaw opened further and she took it in deep. All his best intentions vanished as rapidly as his dick down Dawn’s throat; Dawnie was right – she could gobble.
"Ooohhh," Xander groaned. He stretched, tensing his muscles as the teen below sucked his dick expertly. He could feel the throb of it as youngest Summers mouthed at it. It was one of the best he ever had, and being one of the few guys in the Slayer’s lives he hadn’t been a stranger to hot, sexy young women making booty calls and sucking his cock. But none of them could manage his prick like Dawn, sucking and stroking it, her mouth moving so far over it that he could feel the tip of his prick sliding into her throat.
"Ohhhhh, yeah Dawnie," he moaned again. His hands reached to the back of her head guiding her forward – not that she needed it – and began to rock his hips driving his dick deeper. Dawn didn’t complain, he wasn’t surprised, he’d seen her deep throat in the movies, jacking his member as some other guy face fucked the teen. Now he was doing it, thrusting at her throat, feeling it constrict round his cock, her tonsils rubbing at his dick, spit and saliva and bile filling her mouth and lubricating him. She gagged slightly, but kept on going. Xander moved harder, "Tell me to stop, I will."
There was no indication the teen was at all wanting him to halt, if anything her head banged forward more enthusiastically, like his dong was a giant Popsicle and she was in desperate need of refreshment.
"Guurrhh, guurrhhh, guuurrhhh," gargled gulps and gasps came from her mouth. They might have meant anything. "Guurrhh, guuurhhh, guurrhhh." Dawn’s head slammed forward, her mouth all the way down to his balls, her lower lip bouncing at the sac. Her eyes watered, the shadow blurring and smudging, but they were also bright and full of lust as she looked up at Xander, they seemed to implore him to thrust into her. He did so, groaning in pleasure as Dawn gulped him down, "Guurrhhh, guurrhhh, gurrrrhhh."
"Shit Dawnie. We shouldn’t be doing this – what if Buffy comes? Oh fuck, this is so good, oh my God, oh my God, you’re so good," Xander was conflicted, he knew, but so much that he was going to pull out. It was every guy’s dream to be getting deep throated by a teen porn star of the calibre of Dawnie Springs, and that overcame any reservations he was having about face fucking Dawn Summers. And the more she sucked and throated the more his concerns retreated until they were a tiny cottage in a giant forest. "Shit Dawn. Suck it, oh God, you can suck it hard."
He would have happily cum in her mouth, or failing that over her face and naked titties. He wouldn’t have minded if she spat rather than swallowed. But whilst Anya had regarded the blow-job as the main event (as long as Xander returned the favour with her pussy) to Dawn it was just a warm-up. Xander was surprised as she suddenly jerked her head away, wondering if he’d overdone his thrusting, especially as Dawn bent over and gasped. But then she looked up at him and her smile was pure sex. "You enjoyed that." It was a statement as much as a question.
"Yes," admitted Xander, he hated saying it, but with her saliva dripping from his rock hard cock he could hardly claim that he’d disliked every second.
The teen stood up, letting Xander get another close look at her hot sexy snatch, shaven and wet. She grinned as she saw what he was looking at, "I love giving blow-jobs, I’m not going to deny it," she smiled and reached to pull his T-shirt up over him. He didn’t resist. Nor was he getting in her way as she undid his belt and the button on the top of his jeans, pulling them down and then following with the boxers below. "I think it’s great to have a big dick in my mouth… and speaking of big dicks, Xander you must be nine inches."
"And a half," he was proud of that extra half-inch.
"Cordy will be jealous," said Dawn, licking her lips, "I bet if she’d known you were this big she’d have been doing the urrrhhh-urrhhh with you in High School."
Xander gulped as Dawn’s finger slid over his cock, scraping away her saliva and making him tingle at the same time. The teen smiled wider, "What was I saying?"
"Cordy should have fucked me in High School…"
"She should, but I was talking about how I love giving blow-jobs. Have you seen me in 'Blow-Job Babes'? I suck off three guys there," Xander had and he could remember cumming at the same time they had, though his sperm had shot over his hand rather than Dawnie Springs up turned face. Dawn grinned and continued, "But whilst sucking is fun, fucking is funner. Fuck me Xander, fuck me like I always wanted. You were my crush, I should have fucked you then, but fuck me now."
"Yes, yeah," Xander nodded. Sorry Buffy, he thought, your sister is offering it and I’m a man, I just don’t have the power to resist.
Dawn was on his bed, her legs spreading and her pink tunnel exposed again as she pried open her cunt, "Come fuck me Xander. Fuck me hard."
Within seconds Xander was on her and in her, thrusting his dong into her cunt. It was wet and tight, sucking him in and gripping at his hard member. He rose, dragging his dick upwards, Dawn following him, her back arching. And he fell, slamming the thick meaty member into the teenage pussy. Dawn dropped under him, opening her mouth to let out a guttural cry of excitement, her hands gripping and clawing at his back. Rising quickly he rammed down hard and deep, the full length of his prick entering the pussy so that his balls slapped at her lips. "I shouldn’t be doing this…" he grunted, not stopping.
"Shut up and fuck me," squealed Dawn, her waist jerking as she met his thrusts, "Just fuck me hard."
"Yeah, right, yeah," Xander pounded down, ploughing into her twat and making her shudder and squeal. He was slightly surprised that she’d had a crush on him before, he thought he was too old for her and too… well Xanderish, not to mention being best friends with her sister. He hadn’t been interested in her at the time, she was a kid, gawky and thin, and he had Anya, who had been a nymphomaniac with a bunny phobia. But it would be lie to pretend that when he’d first seen her in porn his views hadn’t changed, and whilst he wouldn’t call it a crush, he wasn’t fifteen, he had desire – a wanting to fuck her teeny brains out. He’d never thought he’d be doing it though. And now here he was, Xander Harris, banging Dawnie Springs aka Dawn Summers.
"Ooohhh, yeeaahh, Xander, you’re the man, fuck it, fuck my cunt, give it me baby," Dawn shrieked and squealed. Her nails were digging into his back like daggers and her ankles were wrapped round him like she was trying to tie him in place and never let him go. He was going hard and she was responding, writhing and shuddering with every thrust, slamming up to meet him and dropping down as he withdrew and she did her slender body twisting and bending, forcing her titties into his chest. Her head shot back, her long spiralling out like ripples from a tossed stone, "Aaaarrrghh, fuuckkk, give it me, make me cum, make me scream, aaarrggghh, give it me Xander, I want your big dick."
"Yeah, Dawn, yeah, oh my God, you’re so good," Xander pumped away, his dick throbbing in her wet cunt. On film she always seemed energetic and eager, but then that was what guys paid to watch, no-one wanted to see a porn babe imitating a crash test dummy. But in real life she was the same, getting off with every thrust and every drive, shrieking and screaming with an enthusiastic ecstasy. It made him want to bang her even harder and faster and he did, smacking his cock deep into her pussy, filling her with Xander cock.
"Aaaarrrghh, yes Xander. Ohhhh fuuccckkk, ohhh fuuuckkk! Give it me, aaaaarrrghh, fuuuck, give it me…" Dawn was like an out of control animal, a wild beast let of its leash, a monster of fucking. Sweat covered him as he tried to keep up, going as fast as he could and still she was urging him on, her hands dragging him down, her legs speeding him up and then her chest and cunt slamming up, levering him up so that he could come down again. Her eyes were open staring at him and her smile was licentious and wanton, quickly contorting into a cross between a grimace and howl as she came again. "AAAArrrghhhh, yessssss, aaaaarrghhh!"
Xander was glad Buffy wasn’t here to see them, but he couldn’t have stopped now, even if she’d come in stake in hand. Dawn was shrieking and shuddering, fucking him as much as he was fucking her. He rammed hard, enjoying the feel of her cunt, hot, wet and tight, though not as much as when he entered her. She must have enjoyed what his thrust did, as her back bent and she screamed again, "AAAAarrrghhh, fucccckkk, yessss!"
"Yeah, yeah, I mean yeah, fuck Dawn," Xander grunted in reply.
"Aaaaarrrggghhh," Dawn cried out again, her loud screams echoing round the room; if any of the Slayers had returned from patrol they wouldn’t have needed their super sensitive hearing to work out what was happening in his room. Xander thudded down, driving his prick down her soaking hole. The teenage porn star ripped at his back, her nails leaving red gouges over the skin, "Aaaarrrrggghhh fuuuccckkk yeessss!" She jerked up, her midriff hitting his as he descended, falling as she pushed her down. "Aaaarrrrghh, fuuuckk, Xander, fuuuucckkk!"
He was on the cusp himself. He tried to think of boring things, math, Presidents from Washington on, names of Shakespeare plays. It didn’t work; it never did. The tension behind his balls shot up, surging through the sack and down his prick, making it feel like his whole body was about to convulse. "I’m gonna cum," he gasped.
"In me," Dawn squeaked, not letting him go.
He grunted and lost himself in the orgasm, only aware of the electrifying ecstasy exploding everywhere within him. His dick was throbbing and pulsing, blasting a continuous stream of cum into his friend’s sister’s cunt. Dawn cried out and moaned in pleasure as his warm seed filled her, arching her back and lifting herself up. "Oh yes," she said, "That’s it."
Xander pulled out and dropped onto his back, panting and sweating. Dawn groaned and fell down herself, letting the cum trickle down her pussy. "You okay?" he asked.
"I’m on the pill," she said. It was the only words the two of them said for the next five minutes as they lay there. Xander wasn’t sure what Dawn was thinking, but he was thinking about who he’d just fucked and about how good it was and how bad that made him. He wasn’t sure if he regretted it or not, and he hadn’t come any nearer to a decision when Dawn’s hand took his prick and began to stroke it. He began to harden, quicker than he would have thought possible given how much sperm he’d pumped into her teenage twat. Her hand gripped round the dick and began to jerk it, her palm sliding over flesh still slick with his and her cum. He groaned in pleasure, still not sure whether he regretted fucking her, but knowing he was going to do it again.
For another few minutes Dawn continued to silently jack at him, her head turned towards him so that he could see her sexy, sultry smile. He grinned back and let her prepare him.
"This time I want to you to take me in my butt," Dawn said.
Xander knew that he looked stupid with his mouth open so that he was gaping like a dead goldfish, but he couldn’t help it. He’d fucked women there before. Anya had enjoyed him fucking her anally and Rona and Shannon, when they made booty calls, weren’t averse to sometimes wanting it backdoor. But with all of them he’d fucked them several times before, none had done it first time. He forced himself to speak, in case he’d misheard or knocked his head without noticing it, "You want me to fuck your ass? On a first date?"
Dawn frowned and shook her head sternly, "We’re not on a date Xander. We’re having a fuck for fun, you get that?"
Xander nodded, it helped his conscience at least, Buffy wouldn’t need to know about a one night stand.
Dawn smiled, "But now we’ve got that clear, yes I want you to bang my butt, fuck my ass, use my backhole, enter by the tradesman’s entrance, introduce your penis to my anus. You want to do that?"
"Oh God, yes," said Xander.
The teen rolled onto her front and lifted herself up onto her hands and knees. She turned her head to look at Xander, her smile wanton, "Let’s fuck."
Xander got on his knees behind her and gripping his cock in one hand used the other to pull at her round ass cheek. As soon as he saw the puckered hole exposed he moved forward and started to press his large dick into it. The teen groaned in excitement, bending and arching back to encourage him in. "Oh Xander, I want it, I want your cock in me."
He pressed slowly. It was tight, not virgin tight, but tighter than he expected – especially after the various movies he’d seen of her taking oversized dildos, Cordelia’s fist and two dicks at once. It began to flex quickly, the tunnel walls expanding to fit his dick snugly, making it feel warm dough was being wrapped round his prick. The teen arched and gasped, rocking her body, "Give me Xander, give me that big dick."
He thrust harder and deeper, working himself into a rhythm, ramming his dong further in and making her cry out in excitement, "Ohhhh, yesss, fuck my ass, fuck it with your huge cock."
His hands held tightly to her sides, using her waist as both leverage and grip, as he pounded down. His whole member was shooting in and out of her ass, the walls squeezing at it and making it pulse and throb. She squealed in pleasure and Xander had almost to pinch himself it was real, that he was ass-banging Dawnie Springs, award winning porn star, the little sister of his friend. God, but she was fucking hot.
And enthusiastic with her shrieks and moans and tremors, rocking and writhing under his pounding calling on him for more. He slammed deeper, grunting with pleasure as her asshole gripped his dick. "Yeah, shit, Dawn, take it, take my fucking big cock."
"I’m taking it Xander, I’m taking it up my ass. I want it all the way in, I want you to fuck me hard," she squeaked back, "Ooohhhh, urrrrhhhh."
She rocked quicker, spurring him on, encouraging him to hammer at her asshole like it was a nail needing to be bashed into the wood. Xander marvelled at her enthusiasm and energy; banging Anya had been an experience, his ex-girlfriend going at it like a sex-crazed rabbit (which was kinda weird given her bunny phobia), but she’d struggle to keep up with Dawn. Perhaps that’s why the latter was a porn star, her nymphomaniacal need for cock would never have been sated in a suburb outside Cleveland. Though whether her skills at taking it deep and hard were natural, drawn from plenty of experience or both was a question as unanswerable as the age old nature or nurture debate. Whatever, she was still a fucking dream to bang. "Shit, Dawnie, shit, your ass is so fucking fuckable."
"Yeah, it is," giggled Dawnie, "Swap positions. Lie down and let me ride you reverse cowgirl."
Xander pulled out his cock, glancing down at her hole as he did so. It was open so far he could see into the black tunnel. He didn’t examine it for long as Dawn was already standing up and motioning impatiently to lie on the bed. "Okay, okay," he said, "I’m doing it." She was more sexually demanding even than Anya, knowing what she wanted and getting it. He lay down, with his ass on the side of the bed and his legs down on the floor. His cock stuck up and he stroked it, "I’m ready."
"I’m always ready," replied Dawn truthfully.
She was squatting on her haunches, her back to him so that he could see her tramp stamp. He pushed up to meet her as she slid down his pole, his hands under her thighs to control and steady her. The walls of her ass clasped his cock and he grunted in pleasure as again they gave way to his member, easing round it as he went up and the teen came down. "Oh yeah, fuck Dawnie, fuck."
"That’s what we’re doing," giggled Dawnie as she began to ride up and down his thick dong, "Oooohhh, urrrrhhh, yessss."
Xander grabbed her waist and thigh, balancing her as he punched up. Each thrust met her descending asshole, his dick slamming so deep that her cheeks were squashing at his balls. He didn’t mind the pressure, it was nothing to the squeeze on his dick, which was like it was being grabbed and gripped by some giant vice, albeit one that was warm and softly smooth. The teen moved quicker and he matched her, ramming up, "Yeah, Dawn, take it, take my huge dick."
"Ooooohhh, yeahhhh, ooooohh, urrrrrhhh. Fuck my ass, fuck it deep, fuck it hard, fuck it like it’s just a warm hole," Dawn squealed, moving quicker and quicker. One hand balanced on the bed, the other moved to her pussy, rubbing and rolling the wet labia lips under her fingers, making them even damper as they quivered. "Ooohhhh, fuckkk me, I want you dick all the way up my butt!"
It was impossible to imagine Sunnydale Dawn Summers riding his cock with some ready enthusiasm; it was impossible to not see LA Dawnie Springs doing anything else. The teen was moving hard and faster, driving herself down and rocking with ecstatic excitement as she was totally filled, her titties bouncing as she jerked and the circles and lines of tramp-stamp seeming to spiral and twist as she jumped. Her fingers strummed so quick it was like her cunt was an rhythm guitar, there fucking was a melody and her squeals a song, "Aaaarrrghhh, yesssss, aaaaarrrghh, fuuuckk meee! Xander, fuuuuccckk meeee!"
Up he went, pounding as hard as he could into her hole, glorying in every moment. Even if Buffy had walked in at this moment he couldn’t have stopped, it’d be worth a broken jaw for a anal fuck this good. He was slippery and slimy with sweat, the hairs under his arm sticking together, that on his head at angles like it had been gelled by Edward Scissorhands. He carried on, hammering his hard cock up the teenage porn star's asshole, hearing her squeak, feeling her shudder, seeing her sexy back arch and writhe, the tattoo bouncing and accentuating her round buttocks, between which his cock smashed. "God, Dawn, shit, shit, shit, your ass is so fucking fine."
"AAAArrrghh, yessss, Xander. Make me cum, make me cum!" she screamed in reply, her muscles tensing and relaxing as the ecstasy rushed through her. "Aaaarrrrghhh fuuuccckkk meeeee, fuck me good!"
It seemed like the pressure on his dick was increasing, like a submarine going so deep that it rivets started to pop and he could feel the familiar strain in his balls. He thrust harder. "I’m gonna cum," he grunted in warning.
"In my ass," squeaked Dawn in reply, "In my ass."
Xander sped up for the last few seconds, pounding into her butt like a piledriver. Dawn shrieked one last time half a second before he exploded, his cum blasting up her ass like he was a volcano flooding the vents with his lava. Dawn shuddered and moaned in pleasure, "Oh yes, yes, yes" as the warm seed soaked her hole. She stayed still for a few moments, letting his dick continue to pump cum into her, only getting up as it started to deflate.
Xander looked at her as she stood. The hole was even wider than before, but now it was soaked and filled with his silvery white goo, the semen sliding out of the hole and down the crack between her cheeks as she stood. She knew he was looking and pulled at her buttocks to give him an extra look, "Good job, Xander. If you ever want to be in porn let me know, you could make a million."
"Thanks, but no thanks," said Xander, now he’d cum his brain was returning to normal, "What we just did. We shouldn’t have done it."
"Scared Buffy’s going to be cross," grinned Dawn. She let her cheeks close and walked over to her miniskirt, tossed onto a chair. She turned to him as she put it on so that for a second he could see the wet slit he’d banged earlier. "I’m eighteen, you’re over eighteen, there’s nothing she can do."
"I’m still her friend, I should be supporting her, not screwing her little sister," continued Xander.
"In the ass," Dawn grinned as if she didn’t care and reached for her top. She paused before putting it on, "Don’t worry Xander, I’m not planning to come back for another booty call."
"Good," said Xander, who felt relieved and disappointed at the same time.
"Not that you weren’t a stud. I’ve had a lot worse fucks and plenty of them from professionals, but I’m not looking to go steady. I’m having too much fun."
"What now?" asked Xander.
"Nothing," she glanced around for her heels before finding them and sitting on the chair opposite him to put them on, "I’m almost finished dressing. I’m going to go home and have a shower, before going to sleep relaxed and temporarily sated. I’m not going to worry that I banged Xander Harris, if you want to have a guilt trip about it that’s up to you."
He nodded. He couldn’t help but think about it, guilt and remorse fighting against it being one of, possibly the, best fucks ever. At least she and Buffy weren’t speaking so his friend would never need to find out about it. "Okay…" he said, "I won’t. One night stand, already forgotten, what were we just doing? See I can’t remember."
"Don’t overdo it Xander," said Dawn with a wry shake of head. She picked up her purse and opened the door of his hotel, standing in it for a moment, looking at him, lying naked on the bed, She gave him a small smile, "Good to see you again. It was fun."
And then she was gone, her footsteps echoing down the corridor.
*
Sweat trickled down Amy’s face, a salty tear that ran from her forehead, just missed her left eye and then down the side of her nose to end, irritatingly, dangling from her lip. She wanted to wipe it away, but she couldn’t not when there were sparks exploding from her hands like she was a firecracker let off on the 4 July. Chained to the wall Willow, naked apart from the manacles round her wrists and ankles, writhed. It should have been easy to rip out Willow’s soul, leaving only the core of it inside, enough for the redhead to know her name, but not enough for any other functions. And once that had been done it took hardly any effort to implant false memories, controlling the victim’s past so you could control their future.
It was how she’d taken Joyce and Faith, the two women standing robotically behind her, a tiny slash of spirit keeping them alive, the rest of their souls swimming in two glass jars on the shelf behind her. They had been easy; once her Master had resurrected them she had stolen their souls, and then planted pasts in them to make them do her bidding. She had turned Joyce into a nymphomanical porn star first with a thing for rebellious brunettes and then slightly altering her memories, after she’d picked up Faith, so that she remembered lusting after cute sexy redheads to pick up Willow. With Faith, she’d made her a runaway preacher’s daughter first, to introduce her to porn and Dawn. Then she’d restored most of her memories, but distorted and turned them just enough, so that Willow remained her enemy and Amy was her long-term secret partner in a plan to destroy the redhead. It all worked perfectly so far.
But Willow was proving more of a challenge. The redhead was a witch herself, which had allowed her to bail her soul before she’d ‘died’ complicating her resurrection. And now that her soul was back in the body, it had been resisting all of Amy’s attempts to drag it out.
Willow screamed in agony, twisting and turning, her body glowed like there was a fire burning within her. She was still holding on, fighting the inevitable, but Amy was stronger, the dark witch knew that now. Willow had hung here too long, without food or water, barely recovered from her ‘death’, she was too weak to resist, the end inevitable.
The sparks fizzled out, leaving Amy space to rub away the driblet of sweat on her face. Willow gasped and panted, struggling for breath. She looked up, still defiant, "To think we were once friends…"
"No threats, that’s disappointing," Amy said, "I was expecting at least a ‘Once I’m free…’ or a ‘Wait until Buffy gets here, she’ll kick your ass."
"Yeah, I didn’t want to launch into clichés," Willow said, "but that’s kinda the gist of how things are."
"So let you go and everything will be forgotten?" Amy smiled.
"You’re not that stupid, I mean you are kinda dumb, always were, remember that love spell? That worked well. All I’m telling you is that you’re going to lose, the big bads always do – Glory, the Mayor, Adam, the Master – they’re all dead. Even the First Evil, kaput," Willow smiled, "and you’re not in their league."
The end was inevitable, Amy knew that, she was going to win. She walked closer to Willow, her fingers tracing a pattern from the bottom of the redhead’s throat, down through her cleavage to her belly. "You’re right Willow. I’m not in their league.."
The most amusing thing about her admission was seeing Willow’s surprise, whatever the redhead had been expecting she hadn’t been expecting that. Amy smiled wider and slid her finger down lower so that she was just above Willow’s pussy. She wondered how the dyke wiccan would feel if she pushed the finger in, she’d probably secretly love it. Amy moved around the lips, gently and teasingly, before withdrawing the digit and putting it to her lips. "Your silent Willow? Not got anything to say."
Willow frowned, "Why, why are you doing this? Why go through all this if you know we’ll beat you."
"I didn’t say that," smiled Amy, "but as you ask why I’m doing it, old fashioned revenge. Revenge for you being so fucking perfect, with your magic and your friends, pretty, attractive Buffy and amusing, handsome Xander; when it went to shit everyone was there for you. But me, you dumped, never mind I had a worse Mom than you, yours was cold, mine was psycho. And you talk about spells going wrong – you know what it’s like to be a rat whilst having your own mind. I could see everything going on from my cage; Buffy banging her boyfriend, that dumb soldier, you going all lesbo with Tara – I’ve fucked her by the way, brought her back from the dead and screwed her pussy. All the time seeing things move on and not being able to do any of it…
"Then when I’m out, sure I go a little wild with the spells, but you trying be trapped for three years as rodent and you might want to party… We wouldn’t be here if you and Buffy and Xander had treated me kindly, recognised I was going through a difficult phase, but no… we couldn’t have Amy fucking up your perfect little world, that wouldn’t have been totally fun; so out I was, friendless…"
"Boo-hoo," said Willow, "So you had some bad breaks. Don’t go blaming them on us; if you said you needed help Buffy would have helped you like she did me, but you went spiralling out on your own, always blaming your Mom and me and whoever else you can. I’m surprised those chips on your shoulders haven’t cut so deep your arms have fallen off."
Amy smiled. Willow didn’t understand, probably deliberately, after all she’d been the goodie for so long, she’d not be able to cope with being the real villain in this. She moved closer again to the bound redhead, again tracing her finger over Willow’s naked form, from the top of her cunt to round her nipples to her mouth. Willow shuddered, but remained silent, waiting for Amy to speak. Amy did, "I said I'm not in the big league, I'm just an assistant - my boss, he's the powerful one. He makes my powers look like party tricks. He'll be the one who wins and then he's promised you to me."
Withdrawing the finger Amy moved her head closer so that her face was inches away from Willow’s, the redhead’s expression defiant, slight scared, but firm, filling her vision. She smiled and moved her finger away from Willow’s lips to touch the other’s witch’s pussy. There was a trace of wetness on the labia. Amy’s smirk got wider, "I’ve been thinking about what I do with you."
"Rat food?" Willow said.
Amy had to admit she had nerve – but then someone who’d spent her formative years facing down vampires and worse didn’t scare easily. She shook her head, "I was thinking I could make you a mindless automaton, like those two, or perhaps implant in your mind that you're bigoted redneck with a deep and abiding hatred of lesbians. But no, I think I might just put a collar round your neck and keep you as my pet bitch. I mean you're wet, so you must want it."
Willow blushed slightly, but came back quickly, "I’d get wet if Hilary Clinton stuck her finger in me. It’s just natural human physiognomy, it’s not you."
"Are you sure?" Amy asked, her hand slid round the mons, teasing Willow’s twat.
Willow stared at her, ignoring the tremor of legs and the wetness between her thighs, "If you want me you better hope you’ve got one buster of an amnesia spell, cos otherwise I’m going to remember that I’ve promised to spank your witchy ass."
Amy stepped back laughing, "Promises, promises." She held out the palm of her hands and they began to spark, "I’m not going to say this won’t hurt a bit."
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