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I, Buffy	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 150658 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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"Ram me hard, bang me like a dirty whore, fuck my trampy bitch ass, ram that big baby down me" I screamed as loud as I could. Behind me Miss Calendar was on her knees and following my shouted instructions, shoving the large dildo down my butt in a wild frenzy. My titties were bouncing free and easy. I whirled my head and shrieked, sending my hair hurtling round my face like a whirlwind and shooting out from my blonde locks tiny droplets of sweat making me look like a doggy jumping out of its bath. I was soaked in sweat, making my face and body almost as wet as my pussy. I said ‘almost’…
I have to say it to Miss Calendar, she was capable of making my hair curl so much it was like back to the eighties. Last night not only had she fucked me al fresco, but once we’d got home she’d fucked me on the dining room table, in the shower and finally in my bed. And I’d barely woken up this morning before Miss Calendar was poking her large hand-held dildo up my ass. She was rapidly becoming my favourite teacher – which was gonna be a blow for Giles.
The dildo shot up my ass, shooting over my anal G-spot and deep into me. I squealed again I love being stretched and probed by big dildos and Miss Calendar was doing it perfectly, "Oh fuck your cheap, whorish Buffy," I whined, "I’m your ass on legs, beat my ass until I’m minced."
Miss Calendar’s thwacked her clinched fist against my cheeks so hard I swear they bruised. The toy rammed deep. The teacher’s hair was matting her face and she was grunting in exertion, her loud pants clouding out the sound of anything else.
Which is my excuse for how I didn’t hear Mom’s car pull into the drive or the front door open. In fact I was pretty unconscious of anything apart from the searing ecstasy rushing up from mine until Mom called, "Hi Jenny, you in?"
I’m not ashamed to say the first thing that hit me was panic. Okay Giles had trained me for half a dozen zombies jump out of graves hungry for a brainy snack or indeed how to deal with an atheist vamp who isn’t put off by the crucifix you’ve pushed in his face. But he’s not told me how to cope with your Mom coming home when your teacher is slamming a toy up your butt. I mean, Mom and me have an open relationship, so open she whores me out to the cheerleading team; but it was stretching it to be doing it without asking her first. I guessed I was going to be as popular as an outbreak of syphilis at the New Hampshire swinger’s convention.
The second thing was ‘Why the hell is Mom asking if Jenny Calendar is in?’
"I’m up in Buffy’s bedroom," called my hot teacher. Which led to the third thing to hit my sex addled brain was that Miss Calendar had an awfully loud voice for such a delicate frame.
‘Pop’ went the dildo as Miss Calendar pulled it out of my ass. I was about to move, perhaps to throw on a dressing gown, hide under the bed or at least reposition myself so that my gaping asshole wasn’t the first thing you saw as you entered my room, but Miss Calendar was holding my buttocks down and keeping me in place. I could hear the clump of Mom’s footsteps coming nearer, so I twisted my head round as far as I was able and plastered a smile across my face.
The door opened and Mom stood framed in it, "Hi Jenny," she said.
"Hi Joyce," Miss Calendar let go off my butt, though it was too late for me to do anything, but keep my smile on my face. My teacher stood up and gave my Mom a quick peck on the cheek, like they were old friends, "How was your gangbang with the girls?"
My eyes widened. Something was going on here, I felt like the last girl to arrive at the party, aware that the birthday girl had been caught making out with a boy, but not knowing which. I swivelled round onto a sitting position and put up my hand, "Er, hello Mom?"
Mom lowered herself on my desk, flattening my history essay, "What can I say – it’s not a party unless you fill a couple of tramp holes. And boy, did me and the cheerleaders’ party. I swear there enough pussy juice soaking Cordy’s bed she could refloat the Titanic. I see you got Buffy, then?"
"Hello, er Mom…" I repeated.
At least Miss Calendar acknowledged my existence by swatting my thigh, "I think you could say we partied as well. Joyce, you were right – she really is a wanton slut."
I stuck up my hand and waved, "Mom, Miss Calendar… I’m still here you know."
Mom grinned and nodded, "So you’re still glad I suggested her?"
Miss Calendar smiled back, "Yes of course, and I really need to thank Cordy for setting her up. Buffy look so desirable and available trussed up in the toilets…"
I frowned, I was getting the feeling I’d been set up. I put my hand up again and waved it in the air like I was a five year old struggling with one plus one equalling two. Luckily the teacher took pity on me; Miss Calendar turned to me and raised an eyebrow questioningly, "Yes, Buffy?"
‘Do you know my Mom?’ had such an obvious answer that it seemed dumb too ask it. Unfortunately now they were both looking at me I couldn’t think of anything else to say and it was either ask it or flap my mouth like a pensioner with gum disease.
The two of them looked at each other, their expression suggestions either they had both mastered the power of telepathy or they both agreed the answer was as obvious as the sun in the sky. Eventually Mom nodded and sat down next to me on the bed, she took my hand and stroked it in the way she’d done when I was small and she was giving me news my hamster had died, or I was older and she was telling me she was divorcing my Dad. I quivered inside… "Mom…"
"Buffy," said Mom, "I hired you out…"
I let out a sigh of relief, I’d been worried it was going to be something bad, "Sheez Mom, don’t worry about that," I gave a cheery smile, "How much?"
I was hoping it was a lot, if Mom felt guilty I reckoned I could get at least a fifty-fifty cut and there was this cute little jacket on sale in the Mall. Cordy would go mad with jealousy when she saw me wearing it and, if I was lucky, tear it off me. However fortune, if it smiles at anyone, was not grinning my way. Mom shook her head, "I didn’t hire you for money… but I noticed your grades were poor."
"Don’t worry I’ve had a look at her work and regraded; Buffy’s a definite A," Miss Calendar nodded and winked at me.
Mom looked at me and then back at Miss Calendar, a slow smile forming on her face, "Oh’ she’s A alright, though I always worry about her going down…"
"Mom, I’ll catch-up with my school-work," I groaned, thinking of evenings when I would have to study rather than fuck. Both Mom and Miss Calendar looked at me as if I’d not only grown a second head, but it had then burst into the Muppets melody.
"Going down…" repeated Mom. She moved her eyes in an exaggerated fashion towards Miss Calendar’s slit.
"Oh," I grinned, I really can be naïve sometimes. I got up off the bed and dropped down beside Miss Calendar. I looked up at her, "I wouldn’t want your tutoring to go to waste…"
Miss Calendar nodded, a lustful expression on her face. She slid down her hand to her juicy slit and opened it between two fingers, "Eat my cunt, slut."
I rammed my tongue at Miss Calendar’s hole. She was already soaking and me pushing my tongue deep made her even wetter. She gasped and gripped the back of my head, pushing me forward so that I could hardly breath and all I could smell was the sweet tang of girl cum, "That’s it you dirty slut, eat my wet twat," gasped Miss Calendar.
"I’ve found Buffy tongues better when her ass is being worked," said Mom.
Even as she spoke I could feel her start to push the dildo down my ass. It was a large one, ten inches or I’m a delicate virgin, and Mom really knows where I like it. With my ass already well opened it slipped down well, the rubber brushing against my bowels until it hit my butt’s G-spot. Pleasurable feelings rippled through me. And you know what; Mom was right I did start to tongue faster and harder at Miss Calendar’s clit. I hit her bud again and again, juice shot from pussy into my mouth. I swallowed and licked some more. All the time Mom was standing beside me, her hand sweeping up and down as she stuffed my ass with the dildo.
"Dirty cunt lapper, dirty anal whore," grunted Miss Calendar as I drove her clit into her back wall. I couldn’t really reply, Mom says its rude to talk with your mouth full; and boy was mine full, stuffed deep into Miss Calendar’s pussy and continually being filled with her tasty cunt juice. My hot teacher pushed at the back of my head, "Dirty pussy sucker, dirty assed bitch."
The first sign that I’d brought her to fruition was Miss Calendar tensing. Even as I felt her body straighten it began to tremble. The wave of cum hit me milliseconds later. It flooded down my throat and over my face. It stung at my eyes and made me choke and spit and swallow. Even as the squirt rushed over and into me I could hear Miss Calendar’s growl moving from a low rumble to a high pitched shriek, "Yooouuuu diiiirrrttttyyyy sluuuuuutttt."
Miss Calendar let go of my head and stumbled down to sit on my desk. Her eyes were glassy and it took them a few seconds to refocus. But I’m pretty sure she enjoyed the sight when she did. I was on my hands and knees, dripping with so much teacher cum it looked like I’d ducked my head in a bucket of water, with Mom still hammering the dildo into my outstretched ass. Miss Calendar grinned, "Joyce, you must be proud to have such a whorish twat tickler as a daughter."
Mom stopped dildoing me and proudly said, "Oh eating pussy is one of Buffy’s many slutty skills. She’s a dirty whore, but a skilful one."
I basked in the praise, this time I didn’t mind that the Milfs seemed to have forgotten I was still in the room. Miss Calendar got down off the dresser and poked me gently with her toe, "Don’t get too smug, slutty, there’s still plenty you don’t know."
Mom laughed, "I think you’d be surprised, Jenny, Buffy always rises to the challenge. There’s nothing too dirty or depraved for the little tramp."
Miss Calendar raised her eyebrows and looked impressed, "Really?"
"Oh yes, really," Mom said. She pulled the dildo out of my ass and looked down at my gaping hole. I couldn’t see it but judging from how my butt felt and the size of the toy Mom was holding my back hole would be cavernous. I moved my finger up and slid it in, it moved about easily confirming my suspicion that my ass was as open as teen ass can be. I wiggled my finger about a little more. Mom laughed and swatted my behind, "Slut," she said cheerfully.
"Yes Mommy," I said dutifully and cast innocent, but alluring looks at her and Miss Calendar. I was naked in my bedroom with two hot Milfs and it was me fingering my ass - which just wasn’t right. I licked my lips seductively and shook my blonde hair, "I’m a dirty slutty whorish Buffy…"
Mom started to undo her slacks, "You want to eat Mommy’s pussy baby?" she cooed.
I nodded excitedly.
Mom’s slacks dropped to the floor and she kicked them across the room, "You want to eat Mommy’s pussy, whilst Jenny fucks your twat, baby?" asked Mom.
I nodded so excitedly that my I almost did permanent damage to my spine, "Yes," I looked at the Milf teacher, almost begging, "Miss Calendar please fuck my slutty cunt."
Miss Calendar laughed and picked up the dirty dildo, "Yes, slutty, I’ll fuck that well used tramp pussy. But first let me put this away…"
The noise I made was part yowl of pain, part squeal of triumph as Miss Calendar took the dildo and slammed it so deep in my ass it was lucky there was a ring at the end to pull it out, otherwise I’d be at the Doc’s later explaining my rectal insertion. Miss Calendar smacked her hands together like a craftsman who’s finished a job well done, though she still was only half done. I watched as she opened my wardrobe and hunted through my strap-ons until she found one. She pulled it out and held it by the leather strap for me and Mom to peruse, "This?" she asked.
I nodded and Mom did the same. It was ten inches, with a little nob at the wielder’s end for Miss Calendar’s pleasure and plenty of ribs down the shaft for mine; I was going to enjoy it slamming into my slit. I watched as Miss Calendar got equipped and moved next to me, "Get into position, slutty," she ordered.
Mom was sitting on the bed, her legs open invitingly. I placed my head between her thighs and thrust forward so that my face was buried into her flesh, with my open mouth covering her hairless slit. I raised my ass and spread my legs in a ‘V’ shape to give Miss Calendar easy access to my cunt. Within seconds I could feel the long rubber dong entering my cunt, "Take it you bitch," grunted Miss Calendar.
"Get licking slut," called out Mom at the same time.
It was a matter of rhythm, making sure that as I bounced forward with Miss Calendar that I slammed my tongue deep into Mom’s pussy. And as I boinged backwards that my tongue slithered back down Mom’s slit. Luckily Mom’s was right about my sexual skills and lapping at pussy, whilst still giving a good fuck was amateur hour. Which isn’t to say it wasn’t fun… I’ve probably mentioned how tasty Mom is and Miss Calendar may have a potty mouth, but she backs it up by knowing how to use her toys.
The dildo slammed into my pussy, spraying juice onto the floor with each thrust. The angle Miss Calendar was hammering away at meant that she ran dildo’s ribs ran over my clit, scraping seductively and skilfully at my little bud. And making me drip juice like I’d just sprung a leak. Miss Calendar’s hands were on my waist, "You like having your cunt fucked you dirty slut?"
I loved it. Especially as the whacking I was getting was making my whole body vibrate, including the dildo stuffed deep in my butt. I was pretty confident I was passing on the pleasure to Mom, giving her one of the best lappings I’ve given in weeks, a real toe-curler and one that was sending out her cum like a flood. She was gasping and groaning, her hands pushing powerfully against my head as if I was going to pull out from her cunt. My tongue hit her clit again and she gave an extra loud squeak, "Eat my cunt you whore!"
Thwack, thwack, the cock splurged into my sweet pussy like a hare scooting down its burrow. Each thrust so skilfully aimed that my body was a lighthouse of pleasure, blasting out beams of orgasmic joy. Harder and harder Miss Calendar hit against me, her sweaty thighs sliding against my firm butt cheeks and soaking them in her perspiration. At least I thought it was perspiration, it may also have been girl juice; from the groans of pleasure she was making each time she slammed forward she would be pretty leaky herself. She moved faster, "Take it like a bitch you fucking dirty tramp!"
Slurp, slurp, my tongue still treated Mom’s pussy like it was an ice-cream – cinnamon flavour. Mom was confident I wasn’t going to move and had let go of my head and was busy massaging her thighs, whilst groaning loudly. I dipped my tongue against her clit, briefly wiggling it before I pulled back as my ass shot backwards to meet Miss Calendar’s tempestuous thrust. Mom screamed again, "Slut, gulp my juices you slut."
There was a banshee like shriek from Mom. For the second time that morning my face was washed in girl cum. It shot down my Mom’s cunt like a tsunami and spread over me in a tidal wave. I gasped as the warm liquid shot down my throat, so much of it that my taste buds were drowned. I blinked my eyes as the rest of the cum seemed to shoot against my pupils, stinging and temporarily blinding me. Mom fell back and groaned, "Dirty slut, Buffy."
My mouth was now free and so I could let Miss Calendar know exactly what I was thinking, "Fuck me hard… I’m a fucking slut… hammer my dirty pussy… I’m your fucking slutty whore… fill my tramp pussy…"
I think Miss Calendar may have got the hint as she sped up and really started hitting home. My pussy was tingling like an electric plug had been shoved up it. Miss Calendar was also shrieking like the cabling was also electrifying clit as well, "You slut whore, you slutty, slutty slut whore."
I screamed in pleasure as I came. My screams were soon drowned out by Miss Calendar cumming even more loudly. Our bodies thrashed and stretched as the orgasms tore our flesh from our bones and shredded our nerve endings into a million tiny fibres. I slumped forward as Miss Calendar pulled the juicy cock from cunt. I could feel the cum dripping from it onto my naked ass, before it slid down and pooled around the dildo stuffed down my ass. Miss Calendar grunted and pulled out the dildo. There was a popping sound as she did so and my ass tried shrink to its normal tightness, but even with Slayer healing I guessed it was going to be open for a long while yet.
I wasn’t wrong…
Mom stood up and looked down at my open butt, "So Jenny, what do you think of Buffy’s ass? Cute? Fuckable?"
"Slutty," laughed Miss Calendar, "I mean it’s open like a hooker’s legs. It’s had lots of use I bet."
Mom grinned at me, "Hear that Buffy, Jenny thinks your ass is slutty. She reckons its well used…"
I twisted my head so I could reply to the teacher, "Miss Calendar, you know I’m a tramp. And tramp butts get fucked… hard."
Miss Calendar gave a purr and looked down at the strap-on. I could see she was just thinking about where to put her toy and my open butt seemed to be the number one choice. But Mom had other ideas, "Jenny, a cock’s nothing for Buffy. She’s taken much more than that up her slut butt."
There was a grin from Miss Calendar, "Like what?"
"A fist," Mom grinned, "You want to fist that ass?"
Miss Calendar looked like not only had all her Christmases come at once, but that in each stocking was a member of Girls Aloud. She grinned and nodded, "I’d love to hammer that ass hole, I can’t believe it will take it though."
"Oh, it will. Buffy take the position, I’ll just get my camera," replied Mom. She got up and went to her bedroom, as I got up.
I wasn’t sure what position she wanted me to take, I’d got several. But I quickly decided that if Mom hadn’t been specific I could choose. I leant myself against the full length mirror nailed into my wall. Looking at my reflection, I thought (not for the first time) that I’m definitely cute and I can see why everyone wants to bang me. Jenny didn’t wait for Mom, but stood behind me and pushed a finger in. It entered easily, there was so much room she could move it to the middle of my hole and it didn’t even touch my walls. She pushed in the second just as Mom returned.
Hefting up the camera Mom began to click away, "Jenny you don’t need to be so gentle, Buffy likes the full fist."
Miss Calendar laughed and pulled out her fingers, "I was working up to it, but if you want me to go straight in…"
In the mirror I could see Miss Calendar clench her fist and bring it slowly forward before it disappeared out of my vision. It didn’t disappear for long as I felt her knuckles pushing at my ass hole. I was open, but not so much that a full fist would slip down. I winced in pain as she strained and tiny pinprick tears appeared in my eyes. Miss Calendar blew out a blast of breath, "I know this will fit slut. Open your ass."
I moved back, opening my legs to encourage my hole to open wider. I could feel myself stretching, the elastic of my butt hole slowly expanding to fit the fist being pushed down. Miss Calendar was grunting with the strain and I was forcing my mouth to keep closed so I didn’t squeal like a bled pig. Don’t get me wrong, I love my back passage being fisted, but it takes it out of a girl. Especially as Miss Calendar was now past my entrance and her fist was scraping down my back passage, which was designed for things coming out, not full fists coming in. Slowly the fist moved down and Miss Calendar gave a gasp, "My God, you slut, you’re taking my fist down your dirty butt."
I drew in some oxygen in a deep breath and replied, "Yes Miss Calendar. That’s cos I’m a tramp slut whore."
"You are," agreed Miss Calendar as she pushed a little deeper.
Beside her I could see Mom was taking some close-ups with her camera, her face red with lust as she watched her little girl’s ass being opened like a tin of pilchards. She gave a groan as I stretched and tensed. Even though the mirror was misting up I could see Mom was hot and sweating, as she licked her dry lips, "Go on Buffy, take more," she murmured, raising the camera to take yet more shots, "Make Mommy proud."
I strained and shifted my butt upwards so that I was driving towards Miss Calendar. A trickle of sweat slid down between my titties as I pushed as hard as I could. The tears in my eyes had become more than pinpricks as they trickled down my cheek. But despite the pain and discomfort another feeling was rushing through me, well two if you counted the orgasmic pleasure; it was pride, pride that I was making Mom proud, pride that I could take the fist without squawking and pride that I was, without doubt, the sluttiest tramp in Sunnydale. I opened my mouth and grunted, "Fist me harder Miss Calendar…"
"Dirty tramp," replied Miss Calendar as her fist went in deeper. My ass was exploding as it stretched. Miss Calendar’s fist scooted against my walls as her wrist brushed at my entrance, my opening squeezing at her arm as it ploughed deeper in. Miss Calendar was red and sweating almost as much as Mom as she pushed in, sweat dribbled down her naked body, leaving tiny marks against her skin, like criss-crosses in the rain. Her fist was far within me, so deep that I could feel her elbow moving against my back opening. Miss Calendar paused, "Dirty slut."
"I am, I am," I agreed, "A dirty fuck slut."
Miss Calendar pulled her fist half-way, before shoving it down hard. My walls had already been pushed back and it swept down easily, or at least more easily; the friction still felt like my ass was burning. However, it was worth it; my anal G-spot exploded with so much pleasure that I came instantly, "Aaaaaaarrrghhhh!!!!!"
Again Miss Calendar pulled back with her fist, before shooting it down my back hole. Again the orgasm tore through me like I was being impaled. I shrieked and screamed in pleasure, yelling so much my vocal chords burnt. Miss Calendar was moving quicker, fisting in and out of my ass like it was putty. The orgasms hit me in a constant flow and I shook in a series of explosions. I tried to say something, but the words wouldn’t come, all I could do was squeal like a cat on heat. Harder and harder Miss Calendar’s fist thumped into my ass, so hard that it was almost hitting my pussy’s sensitive clit. Cum leaked from my twat, soaking down my lips and soaking my flesh. I opened my mouth, "Aaaaaarrrrghhhhh."
Mom was feverishly taking photo after photo. Her breathing was heavy as she watched her friend fist her daughter. She must have been proud as with one hand she was stroking my side, whilst holding the camera in the other, "Oh there’s my little slut, take that fist Buffy, there’s a good tramp."
My legs were almost giving way, the orgasms had torn so much strength from me they felt like rubber. I was sweating, dripping wet with perspiration and my eyes were unable to focus. My breath was ragged and uncontrolled, making me sound, and feel, like an old man with a particularly bad case of asthma. Whenever I tried to talk all that would come out were squeals and they were becoming hoarser, as my vocal chords gradually decided that they were as exhausted as my legs. But whatever I felt was worth it, I’d have swum in molten metal if I could get the orgasms I was getting now.
Miss Calendar slammed her fist in one more time. When she pulled back she didn’t stop halfway and push in again, but pulled the whole fist out with a pop. My ass took a few seconds to realise she was out, before it slowly began to contract. I hardly noticed, my legs decided to buckle and I slid headfirst down the mirror to land with a crump on the floor.
"You are a slut, Buffy," said Mom.
I weakly raised an arm to show I agreed.
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