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The Servitude of Sappho: Remaking Joyce Summers	By : Salamandaslash Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 26883 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3: Family Ties

The following day was strange, strained for Joyce. It was a busy morning at the gallery. She sold six pieces and there were a handful of callers who simply browsed at length but still the quiet bustle was unable to distract her from her reflections on the previous evening; on Dayna recalling the way her friend had spanked and fucked her, dominating her so thoroughly. The soft places of her body ached. She was sure she could still taste her on her tongue.

And then there was Buffy. Yet again she found herself contemplating her daughter’s brattish behaviour. It seemed to becoming worse; which inevitably made her recall her discussion with Faith and the disturbing prospect of being compelled to make love with her daughter.

After the previous night’s unfortunate encounter with Buffy, her lover had reminded her of her intentions after Dayna’s departure; how much she was going to enjoy watching them fuck.

Now, she found herself trapped once again between that sense of revulsion and an unmistakable coil of Sexual need that still roiled and twisted inside her at the thought.

Her state of mind was not helped by the return of that dark haired young woman who had called in a few days before.

Joyce looked at her closely. She was pretty; more than pretty, beautiful. In her late 20’s perhaps she had long straight, dark brown hair and soft brown eyes with dark arching brows. She had lush, curves; a narrow waist that tapered into the flare of her hips and her wide, generous bottom encased in snug, faded blue denim jeans. She wore a boho scarf at her hips and her red halter-neck top had a single narrow spaghetti strap that circled her neck. It was fitted close to the curves of her high, pert, smallish breasts and her nipples made small peaks in the shimmering material. The bare skin of her shoulders and arms was smooth and the pale golden flesh looked soft. Joyce found herself staring at her. Her pulse raced, heat prickling in her loins. She reminded her in some ways of her lover – only softer, with less of the hunting cat, less of the confident, assertive sense of power about her. Her lips were soft, full and Joyce wanted to kiss them instantly. With part of her mind she found herself mentally undressing her.

Recent experience had made it clearer than ever how attracted she had become to other women; how vulnerable she was to their charms. She wondered what it would be like to slip between her thighs, to rub her womanhood against her,

She found herself shaking a little as she crossed to join her. She was looking at a triptych of prints of three dark haired women by a little-known local artist. It was called Sisters in Servitude and each wore collar.

“Have you seen anything you like?” Joyce asked. Her voice shook a little as she spoke and she blushed a little hearing the other meaning in her words.

She caught the young woman’s sideways glance and her core tightened.

Feeling flushed, hot, her core throbbing, she introduced herself, shaking the younger woman’s hand.

Her name was Piper. She was a little older than her lover and her mouth was soft, and wide, her lips full. She had a pretty smile. She was less intense than Faith; her eyes less brooding and sardonic but she saw it again, the slender curves, the dark brows and deep sensual eyes, the strong thighs and buttocks that reminded her of her beloved. But she sensed nothing of the Domme about her at all. Instead she seemed softly sensual, pliant, yielding, submissive.

The brunette explained that she was about to open a night club. She was searching for artwork to set a mood. Joyce shivered as she remembered the club Pink Tango with its softly erotic artwork hanging on its walls. She wondered if Piper’s club would be anything like Pink Tango. The thought made her core flutter and she smiled softly showing the brunette around the gallery.

Joyce was good at this – she knew art and, more than that, she knew what people wanted. In the end, she sold her the triptych of prints, a sketch of two women making love and a fifth piece; a foggy cityscape.

She thought that the brunette’s club was going to be one that she would like to visit.

Completing the sale, they talked easily. Joyce found she liked the young woman very much. She took payment, swiping Piper’s credit card and their hands touched briefly and the brunette favoured Joyce with another smile. She felt herself melting.

“Oh my…” she breathed to herself as the brunette left. Her eyes locked onto the other woman’s bottom as she left the Gallery, her hips swaying enough to make Joyce wonder if it might be on purpose.

Joyce ran a shaking hand through her hair, hornier than ever.

Her Sexual appetite had become all-consuming since she had been with Faith and she had long since ceased to feel guilty about it, but by the time Faith called by for their lunch date she was even hornier than usual and head was spinning. She would have willingly skipped the food for a bout of lunchtime Sex. She was ready to tell her all about Piper but the hunger in her eyes that seemed to be reflect by that in Faith’s. Her lover had other plans.

Faith had brought a picnic and she took her to the park where they found a quite spot to sit in the sunshine to eat.

Faith put her hand on Joyce’s neck as they walked and she carried their lunch and a blanket that she lay on the grass for them to sit on. The grass was long and Faith laid out the blanket making her sit so her light summer dress floated out to spread around her and once installed she kissed her and she soon forgot about Piper.

“You look lovely like that Sweetness,” the young dark haired woman said softly with a smile, kissing her gently. “When you sit there like that no-one would ever know that you’re my slutty little housewife…no-one would know you let your best friend fuck your ass last night…no-one would know what an exhibitionist slut you are!”

She smiled putting a stray golden strand back behind her Joyce’s ear and the older woman answered blushing, with a shy, lopsided looking smile of her own.

“Thank you darling,” she said and her breath caught as her lover unbuttoned the top two buttons of her dress so if fell a little off her left shoulder.

"Pretty," she said with a smile. “Think we better book you to strip at the Cage again Sweetness.” she said knowingly, her fingers drifting over the little points atop her lover’s breasts, teasing them through her dress, into stiff puckered, peaks.

“Mm-mmmm…” she breathed. “I-if you say so darling.”

The memory of that night was still fresh and torrid, and Joyce shivered despite the heat of her blush and the warm sunshine on her shoulders.

Faith nodded. “I do…maybe we’ll invite Dayna…hmmm?”

Joyce blushed and she gave the smallest of nods.

“If you like darling…”

“I think she’d enjoy it…we’ll have to work you out a new routine though Sweetness…” Faith continued. “But you’d like that though wouldn’t you – getting naked for me again on stage? Showing everyone your slutty whore’s pussy?”

“Y-yes d-darling…I would…you know I would…a-and I-I’ll do anything for you Faith,” she said slowly. “You know I will darling…” She looked at her young lover. “Just ask Dayna…” she finished with a sly look.

The young brunette gave a wide answering smile. "I don’t need to Sweetness…I was there, remember?” Faith flashed her teeth. “Now show me your thighs babe..." she said softly.

Joyce’s felt a flutter in her depths and she moved her hands to draw her skirts up, from where they had floated out around her, baring her stocking tops and the creamy flesh above them.

“So pretty…” Faith said sitting back.

They talked for a while about other things; the inconsequential conversation of two lovers sitting in the sun as they ate their picnic. Faith fed her popping morsels of food into her mouth between kisses and Joyce felt completely relaxed, languid, controlled.

Her panties were soon damp, sodden. She opened her legs a little, lifting her skirt further to let her lover see the damp spot she knew would be there and the younger woman smiled hungrily and fed a sliver of pie into her mouth and her cheeks hollowing to suck Faith’s fingers clean, licking the sweet, sticky cherry from them.

“Mmmm…you look beautiful like that Sweetness...” Faith said, her voice was suddenly husky. “Like…what did Dayna call you?” She looked hard at the older woman and she reached to undo some more of Joyce's buttons slipping the dress all the way off her shoulders baring her breasts in her pale cream lace bra.

“A trollop darling…” Joyce answered softly blushing a little at the sound of that word in her own mouth as her dress slipped down.

“That’s right…a *trollop*…just ready for Sex…desperate to be stripped and fucked…right here…”

Joyce looked at Faith, suddenly doubtful, sensing her young lover’s intent she felt a shudder pass through her sliding down her spine to set her nerves tingling. She looked sideways to where a group of soccer moms and their toddlers played noisily across the park.

“I love the idea of you sitting here naked for everyone to see what a slut you are Sweetness…” Faith continued and she reached around Joyce to unfasten her bra letting her breasts spill out. “And I know how much you love getting naked for me…”

While she had become accustomed to, rather than comfortable with, various levels of public nudity, Joyce knew she would never be quite at ease with the displays her lover often demanded of her and this was very far from the usual public flashes of flesh that Faith regularly required outside the safety of their regular date night haunts. Joyce squirmed, flushing but she couldn’t deny the way her body always responded now to the shame and humiliation of finding herself being shown off, naked, in public. Her exposed nipples swelled, stiffening further into hard spikes of flesh. Her nether lips pouted and her clit throbbed. Hot arousal pooled like a flood in her panties.

“But Faith…we might get arrested. I don’t think it’s quite like Pink Tango!” She looked back across the park to where the group young men were throwing a ball.

“Maybe…it’s a risk…” the younger woman said with a shrug of unconcern as she took hold of Joyce’s dress to lift it up over her head. “But it’s one worth taking…”

“Ohh…oh my…” Joyce breathed lifting her arms to let her lover undress her. Her heart raced.

“Now take off your panties Sweetness,” Faith instructed easily as she set Joyce’s dress aside on the rug.

It didn’t even really equate to the kind of displays possible in the safe confines of Pink Tango and Reggies or even at the Butterfly Cage. She moaned softly now in protest, blushing but she also knew that she would obey and she leaned back, reaching her thumbs into the top of her panties. Lifting her hips up off the blanket she pulled them over her ass and down to her thighs. Sitting up again she slid them down and off past her feet.

The grass was long but she drew her knees up to her chest she wrapped her arms around her legs as if to protect what was left of her modesty.

“’Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe’” Faith murmured and Joyce looked her askance.

“Manet,” Joyce couldn’t help smiling despite her nervous embarrassment at the reminder of their shared love of art.

“Yeah,” Faith nodded. “Though it would be better if there were no men in it – just two naked women and their lesbian lovers…” Her eyes sparkled.

Joyce smiled nodding “I suppose you’re right darling…” she said.

“I think I’d like to paint you Sweetness…I mean I’m no French master but it would be fun…I love the idea of you sitting here naked for everyone to see while I work…”

Joyce knew that Faith had artistic ambitions but she’d never seen any of her lover’s work.

“I wouldn’t mind darling…if you wanted to…I know you love to show off that I belong to you.” She fluttered her lashes at her lover. “If you painted me in the nude then you could hang it up at home I guess – in the living room – for everyone to see when they visit. We could come back tomorrow – with your paints…” She looked coyly at her lover. “I think I’d like that darling.”

Faith grinned. Brushing her palm over Joyce’s cheek she leaned close to kiss her again. “Maybe we should then…another time.”

“Another time?”

Faith nodded.

“Yes babe…another time…but for now…”

The younger woman winked and she shucked her overalls off her shoulders, letting them fall to her thighs before she reached inside to extract the dildo that was strapped to her groin.

“Ohh gohhhd…” Joyce gasped, her eyes widening at the familiar sight of the 10-inch silicone shaft. “Oh my…y-y-you’re not…not *here* Faith…”

But her lover nodded pushing her down onto her back and despite her protests Joyce’s stocking clad legs parted easily, opening readily as Faith pressed them apart to move between them.

“Yes Sweetness…*here*…as I said…some risks are worth taking…” the young dark haired Domme purred, guiding the dildo’s head to the soft, liquid pout of Joyce’s oozing split.

“Oh-ohhh…” Joyce groaned softly as her lovelips kissed the dildo’s head, enfolding it, moistening it and her lover moved to loom above her. “Ohh…oh gohhhd-ohhh…”

“You’re so wet Joyce,” Faith breathed easing forward slightly with her hips to make her submissive older lover groan as she nudged the entrance to her womanhood. “Ready to be fucked right here for anyone to see…mmmm…look how wet you’ve made my cock baby…oh your pussy’s hungry for it…look…there it goes…mmmm…you’re swallowing it so easily…”

Her hips pushed forwards and down, sinking the dildo’s head past the ever-resistant tension of Joyce’s love mouth into the liquid depths of her centre.

“Ohhh! Ohhh fuhhhckkkk...Faaaiiith…ahhhhhhh!” Joyce gasped as she took the slow thrust of the solid shaft.

Once inside Joyce, Faith leaned over her naked lover, driving deeper into her, until their bellies met, her hips pressing against Joyce’s thighs to push her legs wider in order to let her sink all the way in and the dildo was buried to the hilt, bottomed out inside her.

Joyce’s heels drove hard into the blanket and the ground beneath her and she arched into her lover, meeting her thrusts as Faith began to fuck her.

“Ohhhh...oh fuck…ohhhh Faith…d-darling…ohhh fuck…ohhhhh…oh gohhhddd…oh fuhhhck…s-so g-g-goo-ood…s-so b-bi-ig-gguhh…uh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh…ahhh…ahh-ah-ah-ahhh…” she gasped her head lolling back as the pace of Faith’s thrusts picked up.

“That’s it baby,” Faith grated, plunging the faux-cock into her again. “There you go…take it all…like a slut…” and her tongue forced it way into Joyce’s mouth again, plundering her.

“Mnnnnnummmphhh…” Joyce gurgled, moaning, muffled, arching into her lover, her hands resting on Faith’s biceps as her legs lifted to wrap around her young Domme’s waist, crossing her ankles in the small of her back above her buttocks as they worked.

Around them the birds sang and the insects buzzed and chirped. Fortunately perhaps, no-one ventured near to observe where they lay, entwined in the long grass, nor to hear as Faith’s mouth swallowed the ecstasy of Joyce’s cries.

Despite the sense of exposure, of vulnerability, the fear of being discovered that assailed her, or perhaps because of it; because of the way her lover’s dominance forced her acceptance of it, she shuddered gasping, crying out, tightening on the impaling dildo.

Joyce came quickly.

A little later she lay, still naked, beneath her lover’s weight; her body fluttering, twitching around the hardness still within her. Beneath her the rug was damp where her climax had gushed. Panting a little she sucked on Faith’s tongue.

After that Faith eased back, withdrawing her strap-on from the older woman and Joyce gave a sob as it left her. Then they sat together quietly in the sun for a while, Joyce lounging back exhausted and emotional, naked in the younger woman’s arms, except for her stockings and garters. Above them the birds circled and darted hither and thither and there was the droning background hum of insects and the remote sounds of traffic and of planes overhead; the toddlers playing seemed to slide away leaving them alone for a while in their own world.

“Mmmm…my exhibitionist fuck-slut Sweetness.” Faith purred brushing her lips over Joyce’s.

Joyce shuddered as a rippling pulse quaked inside her centre. “You made me like this darling…you *made* me into what I am…” she answered.

“Maybe – but I couldn’t have done it if you didn’t want to – deep inside you know…”

“I suppose so,” Joyce conceded with a blush. “Though I certainly never knew it…”

“Well you wouldn’t Sweetness…you needed the right person…the right *woman* to show you…to train you!”

Joyce gave her lover an adoring smile.

“I did…I needed to find *you* darling…” she breathed. “So that you could train me to be yours…your trollop…your slutty old whore…”

Faith kissed her again, sweeping back her golden curls. “Come on then Sweetness,” she said “Let’s get this slutty old whore’s ass of yours back to the Gallery so I can go back to work…I’ve been out a while – I’ll have to make up time tonight…”

“Ohhh...but Faith,” Joyce breathed softly in protest. “Can’t you take the afternoon off? We could stay here all afternoon…I’ve got two more fuck-holes…” She fluttered her lashes. “Or you could spank me…I know you loved it that time you spanked me out here…”

Faith grinned. “Love to Sweetness,” she said softly. “But…another time…I need to get back to the shop while I’ve still got a job to go back to!”

Joyce pulled a face but she let Faith pull her upright.

“Don’t pout Joyce…now put your dress back on,” Faith said handing her the garment in question. “You can leave your underwear though,” she added as Joyce reached to recover her bra and panties. “Somebody random will get a thrill when they find them.”

“Oh…ok…” Joyce answered taking her dress from Faith to pull it over her head. Shrugging into it she smoothed it down to begin fastening up the buttons. As she did so she looked up at her lover and she decided to leave the top few unfastened to show her cleavage.

Faith smiled and nodded in approval and they folded up the blanket.

Her bra and panties were two pretty wisps of pale cream, satin and lace in the grass,

Faith drew her close kissing her deeply before resting her hand once again on her neck and Joyce felt the warm sense of being controlled, owned.

“Sway your hips Sweetness,” her young lover instructed softly as they began to walk back across the park. “Move your ass baby...like a slut…I don’t think you can get arrested for just looking like a slutty old dyke!”

Joyce blushed again, obeying, so her light dress swished from side to side, clinging briefly to her legs as she walked her hips and bottom moving seductively the way she knew her lover appreciated. Her breasts bounced and swayed without the restraint of her bra.

The air was pleasantly cool beneath her skirt; on the warm place between her thighs where she was naked. She felt a sense of liberation, of freedom from restraint despite her submission.

“You know,” she said as they walked. “I would love to see some of your paintings darling,”

Faith shrugged, giving her an odd look. “Maybe…I’ll think about it…”

“Are you worried that I might not like them darling?” Joyce asked.

“Maybe,” Faith answered slowly, hesitating. “Could be I just don’t think they’re good enough...for you…y’know…you’re kinda an expert…”

Responding to the self-doubt she saw in her lover Joyce leaned in to kiss her lover’s cheek. “I’m sure they are darling…” she said reassuring the young woman. “You know that I’m going to love *anything* you do don’t you baby…” She smiled at her. “I know about art – but I also know you…I love you…you’re my lover and my Mistress…I belong to you darling…all of me…there’s nothing about you that I don’t adore. I know how beautiful your soul is…I’m a good judge of these things.”

Faith looked sideways at her. She shook her head.

“And I know you could paint me if you want to,” Joyce continued softly, her voice becoming low and sensual. “But only if you *want* to…and…we don’t have to be out here.” She gestured around her. “You could paint me in the bedroom…you know…naked…ready for you…on my back…legs open…like a slut…or masturbating…or after a spanking…with tears in my eyes…”

Faith looked at her submissive lover an undeniable heat flaring in her eyes and she grinned. “Or with another woman?” Faith said slyly, grinning back in reply and she waggled her eye-brows with mischief in her eyes. “Maybe while you’re fucking Buffy…the two of you bumping pussies…”

“Ohh…oh m-my…” Joyce gasped at that reminder.

“You haven’t forgotten about that have you Sweetness?”

“Ohhh…oh n-no darling…h-how c-could I?” Her heart raced and her stomach turning over at the thought.

“Now maybe we’ll put *that* picture up at home…or maybe you could sell it in the gallery…”

Joyce’s heart fluttered at the recovery of her young lover’s confidence. When Faith left her at the Gallery, kissing her again before she went, her thighs were damp again.

Distracted by of the romantic sensuality of their lunch date the golden haired forty-something found herself smiling continuously that afternoon and it was, perhaps, fortunate that it was quieter in the gallery than it had been in the morning and it passed with her head light and filled with thoughts of her lover; her body warm with need, so that by the time it came to close she was flushed and filled with a deep aching desire. And yet she was strangely calm, comfortable with the throbbing heat between her legs; keen to discover what her young lady-love might demand of her that night.

***

“Oh…darling…” the older woman said with a beaming smile. “My lover’s home…” and she moved quickly towards Faith, slipping into her arms.

As usual the mature golden haired woman had dressed in readiness for her young lover’s return, exactly as she had been instructed that very morning. After her shower, she had donned the black, thigh-baring silk nightie with white lace trim. Slashed at both sides up to the hip and slinky, form fitting its fine fabric revealed the erect buds of her nipples falling to flare slightly floating over her bottom. Beneath she wore a matching pair of tiny, lace trimmed, black silk panties.

As Faith had warned she would, she had returned later than usual that night leaving Joyce longer than usual to confusing roil her own thoughts. She felt deeply moved by the way Faith had made love to her in the park and the delay only made the feeling of longing, of desire for her lover more intense.

And at the same time, she continued to feel strange, conflicted, recalling Faith’s reminder of her plans regarding Buffy. But despite her confusion; her apprehension at the prospect of whatever her lover had planned, she couldn’t help the way her emotions melted into the Sexual heat that grew with every minute of Faith’s delayed return.

By the time she did come home she was edgy and frantic with lust.

And yet, there was no mention of Buffy when Faith did return. They could hear her music playing upstairs but, not for the first time, Faith did nothing to make good on her threat. She didn’t even mention it.

“Hi Sweetness…” came Faith’s reply as she swept her into her arms and there was a silent pause, a gap as she kissed her deeply, her hands sweeping Joyce’s satin clad body as the older woman moved sensually, squirming lustfully against her. After a while Faith released her a little. “Sorry I’m so late baby…I said I’d have to make up time…did you miss me?” she asked, ending the passionate kiss.

“What do you think darling?” came Joyce’s reply. There was something sly, seductive in her voice. “Would you like to check how much?”

Looking Joyce up and down Faith smiled quirking her eyebrow again.

“Mmmmm…” Faith hummed appreciatively as she met her older lover’s gaze. Joyce’s eyes were sultry and her lashes fluttered. The dark haired young woman smiled. “Good idea Sweetness…come on…show me…”

With another coy smile, Joyce lifted her brief negligee to expose her panties before pulling them to one side.

“L-like this darling...” she husked, her voice low, sensual. “Can you see my hungry little cunt? Look it’s all wet for you…” Using two fingers to ease her folds apart she showed her lover the lush liquid flesh within her desire drenched womanhood.

The pebble of her clit was fat, stiff, erect like a little pink button.

“Mmmm…yes Joyce…that is a *very* wet pussy…you *are* a horny little slut, aren’t you?”

“Oh yes Faith darling…especially after lunchtime! I loved our lunch date. It was so romantic in the park…where anyone could have found us…watched us…watched you making love to me…making me come...and then…mmmm…thinking about you painting me...about posing for you…naked…like a slut…”

Faith’s teeth flashed. She couldn’t help the width of her smile. “You’re incredible you know Joyce…”

“Why? Because I want do *everything* for my lover? Isn’t that what a Sex-slave is supposed to do?” The older woman said with a coy look.

Faith’s grin was wide already but somehow it widened further. “That’s a fair point,” she said and she laughed. “Ha-ha-ha-hah! You’re absolutely right Sweetness…and speaking of painting you…” Faith said Joyce pulling close to turn her around. Pressing a hand to her back she bent her over. “Must be time to paint your ass Sweetness…”

Moaning softly Joyce leaned obediently, arching her back to push out her bottom.

“Ohh…oh d-darling…yes darling…it *must* be...ohhh…oww…owww…ohhh…” Joyce moaned as her young lover’s hand landed. “Owwwuhh…ouch…owwwwchhh! Ohhhhhh…ohhh…ohhh F-Faith…d-darling…ahhhhh…ahh…ahh…ahhhhhhhh!”

Above, Buffy stirred. Her mother’s moaning cries of came up through the floor accompanying the sound of Faith’s hand on her bottom in a rapid salvo of spanks.

“Oooohhh! Oh-owwww! Owwwwch-ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhwwwowwww! Ahhhhhhh-owwwwww!!!”

The petite young blonde groaned, listening; a whirl of emotions roiled around her. Unable to deny the hot arousal she felt at what she overheard she was also deeply disturbed by it and she squirmed, embarrassed confusion raging through her as her emotions warred, until frustartion sparked irritation into anger and resentment, and something else, envy perhaps.

Below Joyce’s ordeal was only brief before Faith declared herself content and the sound of the spanks ceased.

“Good girl,” Buffy heard Faith say. “A nice warm ass to start your evening Sweetness! Maybe you should have some dick in it later!”

The dark-haired Top swept her hand over the warm, pink flesh.

“Ohh…yuh-yuh-yesss d-darling…th-thank you darling…if you like darling…” Joyce panted, dabbing her eyes, shuddering at the heat of her buttocks as she stood up. “W-would you like a drink now darling?”

Faith nodded. “Yeah – that would be great Sweetness…”

She swatted Joyce’s bottom again as the housewife turned away making the rounded globes bounce and jiggle beneath the silky negligee.

“Oooh-ahhh!” Joyce gasped. “Beer darling?” she asked over her shoulder.

“Yeah…thanks,” Faith answered brightly and she watched as her lover opened the fridge, leaning in, bending so her negligee rode up showing her pantied bottom, pink where the inadequate coverage of her underwear revealed spank warm flesh. Below, between her legs her Sex was fat within the clinging, black silken pouch. “Mmmm…” she purred. “Oh that’s *niiiice*!”

“See something you like darling?” Joyce asked coyly from the kitchen.

Standing the older woman turned to find her young lover staring at her, and she waggled her eyebrows smiling and she turned to bend, taking a glass from a low cupboard, pushing out her warmed buttocks.

“Mm-hmm…that…” Faith’s voice was a low lusty growl as she gestured towards the swell of Joyce’s buttocks

“What? This?” Joyce purred looking back past her legs. She ran a hand over her bottom.

“Mm-hmm…yeah…that…that fine *whore’s* ass…”

“Ohh…*that*…” Joyce stood, looking back over her shoulder now. She arched her back and lifted the hem of her nightie. “It stings baby,” she said in a small voice, biting her lower lip. “Is it all pink?

“Mm-hmmm…oh yeah…such a pretty pink!”

Joyce fluttered her lashes. “*You* did that darling!”

“I know,” Faith replied grinning as Joyce approached her. “You look so cute when your ass has been warmed up!” She took the proffered beer glass. “Now – you pick us a porno to watch…one of the new ones we bought the other day…and then you can take your panties off…and show me something else that’s pink…”

Joyce selected a movie. It was one she had chosen, though Faith had smiled brightly when she’d shown it to her in the adult store. In it, two young women had been manipulated into accepting painful spankings across their landlady’s knee in order to pay their unpaid rent. Afterwards, their bottoms pink and hot, their tears profuse, they discovered that the weakness of their position meant that things would not end there. Threatened still with sleeping in their cars they were pressed into submitting further to the older woman, making out in her bed while she watched them, and prepared to take further payment with an ominously huge looking dildo strapped about her hips and thighs.

Upstairs, Buffy could no longer hear the sound of their voices. She lay on her bed for a while. The silence was almost worse than being able to hear what was going on. It left her imagination working overtime and a thousand thoughts filled her head as she pictured all the things Faith might be doing to her mom. Denying the sense of arousal that swarmed her, a confused resentment grew.

She found herself thinking of Willow and Tara and Kennedy and of Jenny Calendar warming at the memory of how her former high school teacher had shown her what it was that she had always wanted from every girl she had ever been with; spanking her before she made love to her; dominating her. Ever since that night her head had been in a whirl as she had tried to make sense of the feelings, the desires, the strange yearning to be controlled and dominated that she felt.

And, witnessing her mother experience those very things merely added fuel to the fire of her wayward thoughts.

Pressing her smooth, slender thighs together to fee the throb in the soft, moist flesh where they met she moaned softly.

It wasn't fair she told herself. She was disgusted with her mother; with Faith. Part of her realised that she was envious of her mother’s love life, of the happiness she’d found with Faith; the contentment she’d discovered in submission. But she pushed that part of her down, suppressing those uncomfortable thoughts, clinging instead to her outrage and offence

And from that a confusing swirl cam guilt, and failure, and anger with herself.

Maybe it was her own frustartion and loneliness, her desperation that caused it. Maybe it was guilt at how she felt about her mother’s happiness. Maybe it was how the sound of their passion aroused her own desires. But after a while she could stand it no longer and she rose fuming, furious with the world. Fixing her clothes, she stomped downstairs almost dreading what she would see.

She glared angrily at where they lay tangled, comfortable, half naked on the couch; kissing occasionally, their hands moving slowly between each other’s thighs; Faith’s beneath the Joyce’s negligee while Joyce’s reciprocated inside her lover’s black boy-shorts. And at the same time a lesbian porno movie played on the TV. The brunette’s work overalls lay forgotten, discarded, on the floor nearby. On the coffee table beside the settee was an impressive looking black strap-on complete with harness. A pair of panties lay discarded beside it.

Buffy frowned.

“I shouldn’t have to share a house with *perverts*!” she snarked as she glowered at them.

The door slammed again.

“She is *such* a Brat!” Joyce said with a shake of the head as the door slammed and she rolled her eyes.

Faith nodded in agreement not taking her eyes from the screen. Her smile was wicked. “Uh-huh…you know I wonder who she gets that from? You Summers girls are all the same really…you’re all bratty bottoms…you all need to be dominated – it’s a shame that she’s not getting what she needs.”

Joyce looked sharply at her lover. “Faith Lehane!” she bristled with fake outrage. “I am *not* a brat!” she said primly, though her apparent indignation was undermined by the flirty smile that answered Faith’s.

“No?” Faith’s smile became sardonic but amused. “You’re sure sounding like one to me…maybe I should see about spanking that out of you!” The young chestnut haired Top sat up to look at her, eyes bright with answering mischief.

“Ohhhh,” Joyce moaned with a sly look. “Oh but *please* Faith – I’ve just had a spanking darling.”

“Hmmm…you mean that little butt warming you had earlier?” Faith looked doubtful.

Joyce nodded. “Yes…please darling…I don’t need another spanking. I’m not a brat…really I’m not!”

“You sure about that Sweetness?” The younger woman asked, quirking a roguish eyebrow.

“Yes Ma’am! I’m very sure!” Joyce turned on the settee towards Faith. Sitting up, she bowed her head submissively.

“Well, tell me then Sweetness, if you’re not a brat, then what are you? Because right now…I’m thinking B’ must get her bratty attitude from her mom!”

The golden-haired woman tilted her head to the side to look at her lover from beneath her lashes. “I’m a *whore* darling!!” She said huskily, with lascivious pride. “A trampy, slutty, *whore*!” Tossing her hair, she licked her lips. “A mature, submissive, *obedient* slut! *Your* obedient slut darling…your slutty *dykey* piece of MILF ass!” She proclaimed clambering onto her lover, her nightie rising a little as she straddled her and she leaned closer to press her mouth to her lover’s ear. “I’m yours Faith darling…your obedient *cunt* …” she breathed as her Sex kissed the flesh of Faith’s bare thigh leaving a wet trail as her hips ground gently on the young woman’s muscle.

Faith felt the wet kiss of Joyce’s lovelips, a burning heat on her thigh and she groaned softly. She pressed upwards with her leg, applying a gentle pressure to the older woman’s core and Joyce moaned, her hips moving, riding her young lover’s thigh, painting her flesh with liquid desire.

“Ohhh…nice…” Faith kissing her deeply, groaning as the older woman sucked on her tongue. “I love how you can say those things now…how much you mean them…”

Joyce smiled

“But it’s all true,” she said emphatically, earnestness transcending all sense of playfulness now and she looked intently at her lover. “I *am* a slut darling…just like you made me…a horny lezzie slut…mmmm…” She leaned her head to one side. “I *need* pussy darling…I *need* to be spanked…I *need* to be dominated…I *need* to be fucked! I’m *your* slut…your *cunt*! I’m *your* *cunt* darling!” Joyce repeated herself emphatically, her breasts heaving with passion. “A slutty fuck-hole…hot…wet and ready and willing…*always* willing… ready for you to bone Faith…always ready to be filled and fucked…your *cunt* Faith…*made* for you to fuck…”

Faith swallowed as Joyce leaned over her; her slender breasts straining inside the black silken sheath; her hips moving slowly. Her womanhood was hot, raging, liquid flesh, wet with desire against her. Her eyes were wide; liquid pools of passion, intent, forceful as she spoke; fierce with her own submission and commitment.

The young brunette was speechless as she felt the power of Joyce’s passion flow over her. It was like a flash of electricity arced, shooting through her Sex.

“Gohhhd Joyce…” she groaned. “That’s…incredible…that’s the Sexiest…the most amazing thing anyone ever said to me…fuhhck I love you Joyce…”

“I love you too Faith…” Joyce husked back her voice deep, raspy. “You’re so special darling…but it’s true...I do *belong* to you…and I love that you changed me…made me into this…this fuck-hole…*your* fuck-hole darling…your *cunt*!”

On screen the older woman eased the head of her phallus into the gasping dark skinned young woman while her red-haired roommate watched on. Watching her room-mate’s seduction the actress let a look of fascinated, nervous arousal play over her face as the black girl cried out straining, her pussy stretching to take the big dildo and her hand slipped down between her legs.

Faith’s hands moved down her lover’s body, over her breasts, down her belly to her Sex. Slipping between her lips she pinched Joyce’s bud with one hand while she reached with the other to take the dildo in its harness from the table.

“Mmmmmohhh…oh y-yes…” Joyce purred softly, her hips thrusting as her lover jerked on her clit and she kissed her before moving to help Faith clamber, fumbling into the harness.

Once in place she grabbed the dildo’s shaft.

“Ooooh…please darling this cunt is ready – please…put this cock in this cunt…” she purred stroking the shaft.

Faith’s eyes were glazed with lust as she pulled Joyce towards her, slipping one hand beneath her ass to lift her and she rasped hardly able to form the instruction. “Ok – come on…get on my cock then *cunt*…”

Moving fluidly, sinuous; answering Faith’s lustful command with her own desire ridden surrender, Joyce moved to obey. As if in a shared trance, they worked together, moving sinuously, easily, in perfect unison; the younger woman guiding the older into place; the older woman rising to position herself above the cock-stand in her young Domme’s fist, straddling her groin. Between them they moved the cock-head into position between her lips.

“Mmmmmmohhhh…” Joyce moaned softly. “Ohhh…Oh-ahhhhhhh! Oh th-that’s goooohhhdddd!!!” she gasped crying as Faith placed a hand on her shoulder to pull her swiftly down all the way onto the dildo’s impaling length in one stroke so her pussy kissed its base and she was filled for the second time in the day.

Faith’s flesh was smooth, sensually smooth against her inner thighs.

And then, moving slowly at first, she lifted herself again to begin riding up and down on the shaft.

“Ohhh…ohhhh…fuhhhhck…ohhhhh gohhhhd…so g-g-goooohhdd…ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-yes…ahhh…ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh…” she gasped as an unspoken command passed between them and she worked harder, fucking herself faster; making her breasts bounce inside the silky sheath, and Faith’s hips rose to meet her plunging the erection into her.

There were no words, just their eyes, locked, and the panting groaning cries of Joyce’s shuddering pleasure as her inner walls stretched and quaked to take the dildo’s fat head deep into her. Her lovemouth sucked, slurping and drooling as her juices oozed, dripping wanton desire onto her lover’s leather bound groin.

At some point, Faith’s thumb found her clit again applying pressure, moving in tiny maddening circles that drove her quickly to the edge and over into the embrace of blissful climax.

Joyce slumped over her, sapped of energy in her post orgasmic haze, her face buried in the crook of her lover’s neck. She moaned softly and her tongue laved Faith’s pulse point adoringly.

“Shhh Joyce,” Faith soothed gentling her down from her crisis once again. “Easy Sweetness…” Her hands were gentle, her lips soft on Joyce’s shuddering body. Her eyes were dark and smoky, velveteen. “Mmmm…you’re so beautiful when you come Joyce…mmmmm…” she said kissing her breasts making her shudder. “And you come so easily now baby…not that you were ever a difficult fuck were you Sweetness…even that first time I made you spread your legs for me they opened nice and easy for me…just like a whore! And then…when I fucked you…you came again…you came so hard remember? And you looked so beautiful when you came I knew you were perfect for me. I’d wanted you for so long and there you were…coming for me…shaking and crying out! I knew then you were going to mine…my perfect, slutty, lesbian whore...”

Faith ran a thumb, glistening with Joyce’s juices, over her lover’s lips, painting them once more with the familiar ichors of her own pleasure.

Nodding the older woman licked her lips slowly calming as she tasted herself and, her equanimity restored she bowed her head in submission.

“Y-yes darling…I remember… and *I* thought I wasn’t gay!” she said. “How wrong was I…stupid slut…you should have caned me then to teach me!”

“Not stupid…” Faith corrected. “Just innocent…like a virgin…you needed to be trained!” she smiled kissing her, their tongues tangling.

“I’m not so innocent now darling…” Joyce said as the kiss ended and she gave her lover a look of pure lust that made the younger woman shudder.

“Oh no you’re not Sweetness,” Faith replied with heat.

“I should probably clean your cock then darling,” Joyce purred. “Suck all my slutty cum off it baby…” She licked her lips suggestively.

Lost in the passion of Joyce’s submission the younger woman could only nod as Joyce swung off the younger woman with a groan as her Sex released the dildo with a soft pop, to kneel beside her, bending towards the dripping cock-stand.

As she did so her lover placed a hand atop her head to guide her downwards, pressing her gently towards the glistening, pleasure slick dildo.

“Mmmm-mmm-mmmm-mmmmm…” Joyce purred, smiling shyly as she pressed her lips to the dildo’s head closing them around it sucking. She looked up with a grin. “I’m not innocent at all now…you changed that…mmmm-mmmmm…*you* knew better…mmm-mmmm-mmm…you knew I could be trained to be your slutty housewife…to do anything you want…mmmm-mmm…and look at me now…mmmmmm-mmmmm-mmmmmmmmfffff…” Her head bobbed as she savoured the flavour of her pussy juices; her dripping orgasm.

“Such a whore…” Faith breathed sensually. “Such a good, slutty MILF…good girl Sweetness…all the way now Sweetness…swallow it all…”

Joyce relaxed moving downwards to take the entire shaft, her throat swallowing until her lips were pressed to the leather harness, her nose in the crook of her lover’s hip and thigh.

“Mmmmmnnnnunnnnngggghuuhhhmmmmmmffffffh!” she gurgled as she deep-throated her lover’s girl-cock, savouring the potent flavour of her climax once again. “Ugggghhhummnn-uhhhnnnnugggghhhhhmnnnnn-uhhhhmnnnffffh!”

Her head bobbed rising, to slurp it with her lips before sinking to take it all the way filling her throat, over and over until it was completely clean of her orgasm.

“Mmm-mmmm…thank you darling…” Joyce purred moments later as Faith let her rise, and slipping into her younger lover’s arms she nestling her head against her breast contentedly. Her lips were swollen. “It’s all I want…Faith…to be your whore darling…your *bottom*…*you’re* all I could ever want Faith baby…my darling...my Top…mmmm-mmm-mmmmm…” The older woman moaned again as her lover’s mouth muffled hers.

“That’s my girl,” Faith said, licking Joyce’s lips a little later. She could still taste the flavour of her older lover’s pleasure transferred from the dildo to her lips.

***

Buffy couldn’t say how she found herself at Reggies.

The bar was quiet. In the corner were the usual throng of young men, losers all. She frowned recognising most of them Xander Harris, Daniel Osborne, Jesse McNally, Andrew Wells, Jonathan Levinson, Warren Mears. Their eyes seemed to roam with leaden, frustrated lechery around the room. Nothing had changed from school.

There were two women on the dance floor; a small, blonde haired young woman moving in the arms of a tall Hispanic woman some years her elder. The blonde’s red, leather jeans were tight on her plump bottom and her companion’s hand squeezed the full, generous swell as they moved. Nearby, in one of the booths a slender young woman sprawled. She was pale skinned with long dark hair; smartly dressed. An older woman moved her hands over her clothes and they kissed. Her companion had dark skin and her dark hair fell to her shoulders in loose shining curls. As Buffy watched she drew up the younger woman’s skirt to bare long, tapering legs. The young brunette blushed as her companion ended the kiss to whisper in her ear; then slowly, shyly she let her legs fall open granting access to fingers that danced over her panties and they kissed again.

Buffy swallowed.

She knew the blonde waitress; and one of the two black women behind the bar. Harmony giggled at something that Kendra said to her. Buffy thought the blonde girl still sounded like an air-head.

From a nearby bar-stool, a pale, dark haired woman smiled looking her up and down with dark, hungry eyes that made Buffy shiver.

“Well hello there pretty,” she said her accent unmistakably English, reminding Buffy of her mother’s ineffectual, on/off ex-boyfriend Rupert. She shuddered, the thought of her mother troubling her deeply.

“Why don’t you come and sit down my pretty – let me get you a drink…” the English woman said. Her teeth flashed white between stark red lips. Her smile was sharp, predatory, cruel.

Nervous, uncertain why, Buffy moved slowly to sit beside the slender English woman.

“There – that’s better my pretty – now what can I get you?” the other woman asked signalling one of Harmony’s suitors.

The older woman turned towards them leaving Kendra with the former cheerleader.

Joyce and Faith were still curled up on the settee when she returned home. They were both completely naked now in each other’s arms; their bodies entwined; legs interlocked. The porno had finished and on the TV an episode of Friends was playing on the TV.

After what she had heard, witnessed over recent days there could be no misunderstanding the exact and peculiar nature of their relationship; but equally it was impossible not to see the love and adoration in her mother’s eyes, in her body language; nor how it was reciprocated by the young brunette.

Buffy felt a sense of…something…tight in her core.

Not arousal – an emptiness; a sense that something was missing.

She thought back with shame and frustartion, to the English woman, Drusilla and the Sex that had followed in the alley behind the bar.

She had been beautiful, intense; dominant with her ivory skin; her dark, dark hair; her deep red lips. She had bought Buffy a drink and as they had exchanged pleasantries, small-talk. She had placed her hand on Buffy’s thigh.

It hadn’t taken long for the needy young woman to fall under her spell.

Buffy shuddered at the memory of the English woman’s cool controlling hand on her neck, dominant, guiding her as they headed out back into the quiet alley behind the bar. Her hands had slipped inside Buffy’s clothes, plucking her nipples, tweaking, squeezing; lifting her skirt to spank her until she sobbed; peeling off her panties to pinch her nubbin as she spanked again; pushing down to her knees; instructing her to lick.

The rough ground was hard, unforgiving beneath her knees. The hand was firm behind her head as it turned upwards between pale thighs held her close; her nose nestling in the neat patch of dark curls; her lips working, sucking her clitoris; her tongue lapping in the slick, succulent flesh of her Sex until she came; a spray of sharp, hot girl-cum filling her mouth, washing her throat.

The young blonde had hoped for more – perhaps the woman would take her home to make love to her; perhaps she might ravish her; punish her, spanking her again; forcing her submission; dominating her.

She had looked up from the floor, her cheeks wet with the pale woman’s pleasure. Her eyes had pleaded. But the other woman had simply smiled and adjusted her clothes.

“Thanks pretty…that was great…” she’d said. “You’re a sweet little pussy licker poppet…you sure you’re not a pro?”

Buffy had blushed, “N-no…really I-I’m not…” she had stammered.

“Well that’s good then…because I don’t like to pay for my jollies…” She had smiled as if she had made a joke and kissed her cheek. “Thanks for the head pretty.” She turned leaving her on her knees, unfinished, her head spinning as she drowned in her own need, and tears of frustartion brimmed in her eyes and the dampness on her thighs cooled.

Slipping back into the bar; seeking the seclusion of a bathroom cubicle she had sought relief with her fingers, but it had been unsatisfying and when she had left a few scant minutes later, shamefaced at knowing eyes that watched her avidly she had felt tears welling.

The English woman was already talking to another woman at the bar.

Buffy glowered again, scowling at her mother and at Faith where they lay in the easy, intimate, sensual coil of two lovers lost in their feelings for each other.

She felt dirty, hollow after her own evening. Her panties were stuffed in her purse. Her experiences could hardly have been more different from what she saw on the settee. She had felt none of the warmth; the passion; the completeness that was all too evident in the way Joyce and Faith curled together.

She could barely remember how those things might feel.

***

Intermezzi

The blonde squirmed, gasping, straining to accommodate the two dildos.

“Oh that’s it… there we go…she’s taking them both…”

Reggie crooned, delighted, her voice low, husky with emotion as she pushed her hips forwards to thrust the phallus further into the blonde’s bottom. “Oh yes…oh there’s a good little whore…it’s filling your ass? Isn’t it Harm?”

“Mmmm-mmmmnnnuuuhhhhh…oh f-fuhhhckkk!” Harmony cried out as she swallowed the second cock, her Sex tightening unbearably around the first one. “Ohhhhh…oh g-g-gohhhd…s-so b-big…so fuh…so f-fuhhhllll!”

“Oh yeah…look at that…” Kendra purred from below, lifting her hips to pump her dildo into Harmony’s Sex. “The little slut’s loving it!”

“Ohhhhh…p-please…oh Gohhhhd…f-fuuuuuck…please…” the blonde pleaded, impaled between the two women.

For a bored Harmony Kendal it had been a quiet night at Reggies – if you ignored the unexpected appearance of Buffy Summers. Though perhaps it was not so unexpected after all – when one considered her mother – but what had begun as seemingly harmless flirting with her two bosses had soon become a test of her willingness to submit when she made her first ever after hours visit to the two bar owners’ infamous office and stock-room.

Once inside things had moved in a blur as they quickly stripped her naked before having their way with her. The heat of their hands had warmed her bottom turning her pale golden flesh pink as they took turns to spank her; to set her breasts bouncing and burning; making her gasp and moan, before she clambered onto the desk to straddle Kendra, with Reggie behind her.

She cried out as first one then a second dildo plunged into her to drive her mercilessly towards ecstasy.

It might have been her first time in the back room but it was not the first time she had given herself to two women at once.

“Ohhh…d-d-deeper…p-please…h-harder…ohhhhhhh!”

Reggie spanked her ass as she eased out only to plunge into her again.

“Ahhhh…ahhh…owwww!” she groaned.

Below her Kendra trust up with her hips, smacking the dizzy blonde’s breasts as she did so.

“Ohhh…oh-owwww…ohh fuhhhhckkk…” she gasped.

Sandwiched between the two, powerful black women Harmony writhed as they used her. Straining, her body wracked with the bitter sweet sensations of pain and pleasure a tangled knot inside her centre, she shuddered as they forced her towards climax.

“Ohhh…oh-owwww-uh-ahhh…oh fuh-uh-uhhhhck…oh p-please…please c-can I come? Pleeeeeeazzzze?” she begged.

“Now take off your bra and panties…let me see you,” the tall, stern looking woman said intently, her dark eyes flashing and Sabrina shuddered, blushing.

“Oh-ok,” she said. Her mouth was dry. She had known all too well what was going to happen when the older woman had asked her to dance. What else had she expected in *that* bar?

If she was honest with herself she had to admit that it was true; she *had* hoped get picked up.

Her hands shook as she moved them behind her to unhook her bra.

But she’d been shaking – quaking – for the last few hours. Dancing with the other woman had left her breathless, panting and awash with hormones as her hands had wandered over her, fondling, squeezing, teasing; caressing the soft needy parts of her body as the other woman’s lean, slender body had pressed hard against her.

When she had kissed her, Sabrina had shaken, her thighs trembling and she had thrust hard, grinding against the thigh between hers, almost coming where she stood. It wasn’t like masturbation, or like any of the guys she slept with. She felt wanton but controlled; needy but biddable.

The heat raged between her thighs.

Her breasts tightened as her bra fell away and she saw the other woman’s eyes widen in appreciation. Her nipples were like pebbles; hard and round.

In her panties, her love juices pooled like lava. They clung to her as she slid them down her legs.

“Oh…nice – a natural blonde…” the older woman breathed moving closer to run her hands over Sabrina’s naked flesh; sweeping over her breasts she plucked her nipples until they were unbearably hard and the blonde girl moaned.

Her panting gasps became deeper and she sighed, heavily, as the olive-skinned woman’s hand slid lower, over the slight curve of her belly to the tuft of dark blonde.

Her legs opened without volition as the hand dipped lower, sliding, gliding into slick, hot flesh; skating over the hard, tender button.

“Ohhhhh…” she moaned.

“You know I’m going to fuck you don’t you honey?” the other woman said.

Sabrina shook again as she nodded.

“Y-y-yes…ohhhhh!” Her hips bucked, thrusting as the older woman’s fingers circled her nubbin and as they did so her other hand slid over Sabrina’s ass to dip between her cheeks.

“Ohhh…ohhh gohhhhhd!” she moaned as the pressure built on her secret knot. “Th-the-there? Oh-ohgggggghhhhhuhhhh…”

Kneeing on the floor in a nearby hotel room a dark haired young woman, waited her hands atop her head. She was naked. Her dress and underwear were strewn on the floor where she had been instructed to leave them. Her shopping bags lay by the door.

There were tears in her eyes. Her bottom was flushed, pink and hot.

In the wall mirror she watched the reflection of an older woman with dark, coffee coloured skin as she undressed behind her, draping her dark pant-suit carefully over the back of a chair.

It was all so wrong. In just two weeks’ time she would be married to the other woman’s son. And then she’d be part of the family…

With a start, she suddenly realising what that would mean; regular visits with her mother-in-law; frequent spankings like the one she had just experienced, constant demands for lesbian Sex…and there would be nothing she could do about it.

She was trapped. After all – who would believe her?

Her eyes widened as she watched the other woman step into the harness of a large black dildo.

She knew it was wrong but she felt an ache in her core; she felt her juices well up from within to dampen her thighs at the prospect of being her mother-in-law’s secret plaything…her Sex-slave…

“Oh gohhhhd…” she moaned.

***

Dayna appeared to have gone to ground again.

Maybe it was embarrassment or a feeling of awkwardness that kept her away – though Joyce wondered if there was something more to her friend’s absence. She asked after her when Janice and Dawn came by but neither of them seemed remotely aware anything unusual had happened. All they knew was that Dayna had brought Anya home the night before and the ensuing love-making had been noisy, sounding intense, wild; fierce.

“She’s certainly learned how to handle a girl…” Dawn had said looking decidedly wistful. “You should have heard her with that girl last night! It was so hot wasn’t baby?”

Finding herself in complete agreement Joyce had felt a flutter inside but the two teens did not notice her blush or the strained distant look that had come over her face.

At the same time, Janice seemed somewhat less certain and she pulled a face at Dawn. “I’m still getting used to the sound of my mom’s Sex-life baby…” she said. “It’s still weird to hear her spanking and fucking all these chicks!”

Dawn grinned at her rolling her eyes.

“Maybe…but still hot, listening though…just like when we stay here!” She said nodding towards Joyce. “You know how hot you get when Mom and Faith are getting busy!”

“Dawnie!” Joyce exclaimed with a blush. “You really shouldn’t be listening!”

“Err it’s hard not to mom – you’re just such a screamer!” She grinned impishly at her mother and Joyce’s blush deepened.

“But it’s easier listening to *your* mom Dawnie baby,” Janice said and she turned towards Joyce. “I mean…sorry Mrs S…b-but you’re *so* lucky…the way Faith…you know…takes *care* of you.” She looked meaningfully at Joyce. “But it’s not the same with my mom…sh-*she’s* the one…you know…doing the…you know…a-and I do *not* want to get spanked by my mom!”

“Oooh…but *I* do,” Dawn said with feeling. “Mmmm…she could Top me anytime…oooh I wonder what it’s like to be put over her knee…oooohhhh…”

Again, Joyce felt that flutter as the memory of being subject to her friend’s painful treatment surged though her and her core ached. “Ohhhh…mmmm…” she breathed softly and then she blushed.

But she needn’t have been concerned. The two teens weren’t listening to her as Dawn moved closer to Janice taking her hand to back her way towards the stairs, pulling her girlfriend with her.

“Dawnie!” Janice said in a strange voice.

“Ohhh…Jan Jan I’m so horny…want you to eat my ass baby…” Dawn’s eyes fluttered.

“Mmmm…yum…” Janice replied her own eyes hazing with lust.

They kissed passionately at the foot of the stairs and Joyce watched their surging passion appreciatively.

She felt strange. She couldn’t help think imagining the two of them making love.

‘Joyce Summers,’ she reflected. ‘You are *such* a slut…you should be ashamed of yourself…’ But the thought came without conviction, losing clarity in the surge of her Sexual desires and as the two young teens disappeared from view, Janice’s hand plucking at Dawn’s skirt, Joyce was left with her own thoughts. She found them turning from Dawn to Buffy and her lover’s plans for them. “Oh Gohhd…” she breathed, undeniably turned on.

Of course, the whole Buffy thing was exactly the sort of thing Faith liked to do to her. Threaten her with something – something that would demand a new deep, Sexual surrender; a new humiliation or submission that would fill her with anticipation and dismay, and lust; make her wait for its inevitable conclusion. But waiting for Faith to follow up on her promise to make her have Sex with Buffy was unbearable.

Occasionally her lover would mention it in passing: asking her casually how she thought Buffy’s pussy would taste or whether she was looking forward to feeling her tongue in her ass. One time, as they watched a porno movie that featured two blondes – one mature the other much younger – making love, she observed that she and Buffy would look just the same together. At other times, as she came down to earth after Joyce’s tongue had brought her to orgasm she’d gasp that Buffy was going to love her mom’s ‘clever whore’s tongue’.

And Joyce was troubled by how much the prospect had begun to arouse her; and the waiting was maddening.

Of course, she realised, Faith knew that all too well.

Joyce shivered as she waited for her lover, uneasy once again as the reality of her lover’s threat made her ache.

At the same time, Buffy remained far less at ease in the Sexually charged atmosphere of the Summers household than her sister and her girlfriend. She still glowered, frowning and staring at Joyce and Faith whenever she saw them together. She scowled to see Joyce about the house in whatever lingerie confection Faith had chosen for her on any given day. She complained at every sign of affection between the two of them and she even bitched about the dark haired young woman’s jacket on the hook by the front door or her clothes in the laundry pail.

And yet there was something more than just resentment or disgust in her demeanour that Joyce could not quite place.

However, she was unable to put her finger on what it was and, as the two teens disappeared giggling up the stairs to leave her with her distracted thoughts, she didn’t have time to consider the matter further before her lover appeared.

Freshly showered and dressed Faith had transformed completely from the slightly butch, overall clad, young woman that had not long before returned home from work.

Joyce felt herself almost swoon now at the sight. The dark haired young Domme wore a shining black, pvc halter top that pushed her breasts up, emphasising her already generous cleavage, leaving her shoulders, back and mid-rift bare. A matching mini-skirt with black pantyhose and black leather, high-heeled, boots to her thighs showed off her legs and ass. Her chestnut hair tumbled in shining waves and her make-up was perfect, finished with stark, red lip gloss on her luscious, full lips.

The older woman shivered at the sight knowing what those lips could do. Her lover looked utterly feminine, sensual. A full length black, leather overcoat completed the uber-Domme effect.

The golden-haired slut quaked, feeling her heart lurch.

They went out heading to the Butterfly Cage again.

This time Joyce did not dance, though several women asked Faith if she was going to make her strip again; the dark-haired Domme assuring them that they would see her take to the stage to show them everything again soon, causing her to blush though she felt an undeniable sense of pride at the appreciative expectation that seemed to result. Instead Faith bought her a lap-dance and a young, Hispanic woman moved cat-like over Joyce as she bared soft, slender golden flesh, whispering seductively, dirtily in her ear in husky accented tones that promised sin. Her nipples were dark, coffee coloured buttons with glittering gold piercings; her Sex was plump; and inside as she opened her folds her flesh was dark and moist. Joyce wanted to lick her glistening fingers and she moaned as the girl painted her lips with her own slick juices.

Afterwards they watched as an older woman took to the stage. Slender, with long, wavy dark brown hair she seemed nervous as if it was her first time and, as if looking for confirmation towards an athletically slender black woman who watched from the wings, she blushed as she slowly began to dance, her fingers hesitant on the zipper of her dress. But as she stripped, slipping out of her dress to a murmur of applause, she seemed to grow in confidence and she began to move more freely, seductively in her black lace bra and panties, stocking and garters. Joyce recognised the change in her demeanour as she danced and posed, baring herself. Joyce was familiar with that acceptance; that unmistakeable look of submission.

The brunette’s breasts were slender, high and taut; their pale flesh soft pink where her blush suffused them. Her nipples, dark and pert and swollen were erect in the wide saucers of her areola as she teased them. Her body was slim and her legs were long and slender, tapering into trim, firm buttocks; her white skin was pale and smooth and as she shed her thong, her groin was shaved as bare as Joyce’s was above the pouting liquid lips of her lovemouth.

From nearby the slimly muscled black woman watched with a satisfied, proprietary smile that spoke of torrid passions that awaited the dancer later.

Joyce shuddered, remembering her lover’s heat after her appearance on that stage, and Faith’s hands were ardent on her afterwards, her lips hungry and making her squirm and shake so that when, not long after, they left the club Joyce was frantic, awash with arousal.

They walked home, Faith’s hand, as always, on her ass, sliding up beneath her short, pleated grey skirt as they went. They walked by the corner of the park in which they had made love a few days before and Joyce’s heart raced as Faith drew her onto the park.

But in the dark her young lover did not head now for the secrecy of the longer grass. Instead she drew her towards the nearby bandstand where she pulled her down to sit beside her on the wooden steps.

There, Faith kissed her, pulling her close, and her hands danced again on her breasts; between her thighs where her need raged molten and fierce.

“Come on Sweetness,” Faith purred. “Time for your slutty ass to put out…” she said before drawing her down over her knee, and Joyce whimpered at the prospect, her body tightening. But she let herself flow into position over Faith’s lap with a sibilant moan.

“Maybe you’ll attract an audience…” her lover chuckled, turning up her skirt before beginning to spank her once more.

Joyce knew they could be seen from the nearby street and that anyone could chance upon them and though she blushed, she felt her juices running at the prospect and she moaned softly, little gasping cries, as the softness of her bottom flattened and juddered, warming in the cool evening air beneath her lover’s hand; the crisp *smack* *smack* *smack* sounding clearly.

“Ohh…oh…oh…oh…ohhh…oh-owww…ohhh…”

After a several minutes, the pain growing Faith paused to ease her panties down, baring the now hot, aching swell of her buttocks before continuing to spank her; her hand hard, stinging making her sob, kicking now.

“Ohhh…ahhh…owww…owwww…owwwahhh!” she cried in earnest now, her bare bottom florid pink.

Dimly she heard footsteps nearby and as they neared, she felt her young Domme’s hand grasp her hair.

“Up Sweetness – let’s see your face Joyce!” she said pulling her head up to show her face where tears began to flow. She heard voices but in her heightened state she couldn’t count how many.

“Owww…oww…ow…ow…ow…owww…owww-uhh-ahhhh!” she moaned, crying pitifully.

Later as they continued their walk home her buttocks throbbed, aching, hot as if they glowed. She felt light and loose with desire and she knew that she did not care who might have seen her public spanking nor who might know what she had become.

When she told Faith, the younger woman smiled adoringly at her.

Arriving at last at home the house was silent. Through the open bedroom door Dawn and Janice curled together naked, spooning, the bed clothes scattered, their passions exhausted. Buffy’s door was closed tight.

Buffy lay tormented in her bed.

Jealousy burned though her.

Her sister and her girlfriend’s noisy love making had been maddening and memories of Willow at the Bronze with her two new lovers had blazed, unwelcome, across her thoughts. She had watched the slender red-head, her face shining and flushed on the dancefloor as her two lovers pressed her close, sharing her mouth, switching her from one pair of arms to the other in an exotic triangular dance of sensual desire and domination; and she had known that she could never have been that for Willow.

The red head had looked so happy and It had only served to make her feel worse.

And then there was Jenny; her former teacher’s demanding, almost oppressively controlling love-making exactly what she saw filling Willow’s new life. Memories of the dark eyed, olive skinned teacher had swept over her. She tried to expunge the sight of Torrance’s naked submission to her sometime high-school teacher from her memory; fancying instead, fantasising, that it was she herself that begged, submitting once again. Regret and envy; loss, resentment and arousal swirled around her as intense erotic fantasies churned.

Frequent masturbation had become the norm for her – it was as if she was addicted, constantly taking time out of her day to frequent the restrooms at work to find the opportunity to pleasure herself. But instead of relieving her tension and frustartion it seemed only to make things worse

Her hand slid down her body, over her little shorts to squeeze her womanhood. She gave a sobbing moan of frustartion and desire, longing for the feel of Willow’s skillful tongue; of Jenny Calendar's hand on her bottom. In her mind, she was naked beside Willow, begging, submitting, her bottom turning pink and hot and sore beneath the paddle.

"Oh – spank me... please Ms Calendar...paddle my naughty bottom…" she breathed wistfully to herself, feeling a spasm in her centre as she chafed her Sex through her pj shorts, feeling the heat; conscious of a growing dampness. Her toes curled and her hips thrust gently.

Slipping her hand inside her panties she arched, as she slid down through neatly trimmed curls over the soft, smooth flesh that covered her pubis towards the needy divide of her core.

Inside her centre, she ached and she shook, her hips twitching as she found the hard, little nub with her fingers.

“Oh god…” she moaned.

She heard a sound from below; her mother and Faith; their voices, feet on the stairs; a gasp; the sound of hand on flesh.

Buffy's finger circled her clit. Her pulse throbbed, her body aching, hot; her core liquid. She moaned softly to herself and her mother cried as she heard her on the stairs with her lover.

Her mother’s cries came louder as a flurry of sharp sounding spanks once again sent her feet scurrying up the stairs.

“Ow! Ow-ow-ow-owww! Oh Faith! Oh yes darling! Ohhh-owwww!”

The petite blonde’s toes curled again, her back arching and her hips rolled as the sound of her mom's suffering reminded her of Jenny and her hand, hard across her peach-like bottom.

“Oh Jenny...” she moaned softly. Her fingers curled inside her Sex; her thumb pressed on her button.

From the landing, Faith's command came strident; her voice harsh, sharp.

“In the bedroom Joyce…I want you bending *over*...hands on your knees! Quickly slut...show me that whore’s *ass*, Joyce!”

“Y-yes darling...right away darling…whatever you say darling…” Buffy heard her mother’s moan, breathless with passion and surrender.

The sound of a hand spanking soft flesh came again.

“Ohhhh...owwww...l-like this d-darling...m-m-my whore’s ass...owwww!!!”

“That's good sweetness...beautiful Joyce... your slutty ass Sweetness!”

More spanks.

“Owww...ow...ahhhh!”

Buffy's finger moved a little faster increasing the pressure. Her breathing quickened little pulses rippling in her centre. "Mmmmmm-ohhh..." she moaned.

There was a brief interlude, a silent space and Buffy held her breath. Imagining their kisses, flesh bared, legs opened, fingers, tongues busy.

Buffy shuddered her finger pressing, working. Her hips jerked.

“That’s it Sweetness…mmmm…such a whore…such a wet…slutty pussy! Mmmm…that’s it Joyce…there we go…”

“Oh gohhd...oooooh…so biiiiig…ohhh Faiyyyth…fuhhhhhckkk…” she heard her mother groan. “Ohh…ow…ahh…ahh…ahhh…”

The sound of hand on flesh came again.

“Ohh…ahhh…ahh…owww…ohhh…ohhh g-g-gohhd…d-darling…ahhh…owww…g-going to…ahh…ahh…ahhh…g-going to come…ahhh…p-please…oh please…oh gohhhd Faith! Ahhhh...ahhhh…ohhh…fuhhhhhhckkkkkahhhhh!”

“Fuhhhck!” Buffy moaned her fingers sliding over her liquid flesh. Trapping her clit between the v of her first and second fingers she slid up and down either side of the slick, hard little button.

Rolling onto her front, her right hand pinned beneath her as she drove her thrusting hips against it, working herself, fucking her fingers she reached behind herself with her left hand to stroke her smooth, rounded bottom, remembering the feel of Jenny's hand. Imagining being forced to come as she was spanked

“Mmmmm...s-so... Sexy...oh...w-wish it was me...mmmmm...ohhh gohhhd…oh I doooo…”

She squeezed her bottom and as she did the sound of Faith's hand on the older woman's bottom sounded again from across the landing.

"Owwww...ohh...owwwchhh...” Joyce sobbed in response.

“Easy Sweetness…now bend over…so we can plug your slutty ass ok?”

“Ohh…oh d-darling…y-yes…a-anything you s-say darling...ohhh...l-like this darling...is my slutty whore’s ass spread w-wide enough now darling? Oh! Ohhhfffoooooooohhhh!”

“Oh fuhhhck...mohhhm...” Buffy moaned humming on her fingers her left hand sliding into the crease between her butt cheeks seeking. Her rosebud quivered as she circled it. “Oooohhhffff…” she groaned as she increased the pressure.

“Mmmm…you look so pretty like that Sweetness…can you feel it – stretching your asshole Joyce?”

“Unnnhh…y-yes darling…s-so much bigger than the other plug…s-so big! M-makes me feel so s-slutty darling…”

The older woman's obedient compliance came through to Buffy, setting off envious, guilty sparks of pleasure that marked the onset of orgasm as she sank her finger into her asshole and the young woman to whom she had once surrendered her virginity commanded her mother to serve her pleasure.

“Fuh-hck Joyce you are a *slut*...such a slut!” she heard Faith say, groaning. “God I want you...need to have you baby...come on...come here Sweetness...put your face here...lick my thighs...mmmm…good...mmmm…in my pussy...mmm…get licking whore...ohh...oh yes...right there...on my clit...lick it...oh fuck Joyce...suck it…oh you're good at that...oh yehhhhssss...oh fuck what a pro...mmmmm...oh what a whore...yes...oh fuck you *know* you're gonna use that tongue in *my* ass later Sweetness…oh gohhhd...oh fuhh-hck...that's it...that's right...you're going to make me come Joyce...oh yeassssd...oh fuhh-hck…yes slut...c-c-coming...in your dirty, whore’s mouth...oh god...oh god...oh god...fuck...yeahhhhhhhssssahhhhhhh!”

“Ohhhhhh...ohhhh g-gohhhd...s-so horny...g-going to come...” Buffy moaned to herself in turn and her hips roiled; thrusting, pumping. Her Sex tightened, a rippling spam of crisis shaking her at the same time.

Joyce and Faith made love long into the night and Buffy tossed and turned, masturbating constantly as they did so; imagining what it would be like to be dominated so completely as her mother was. A little part of her wondered why Faith had never been able to do that to *her* when they had been together but mostly she yearned for a lady-love of her own to show her the ecstasy of submission.

***

The following few nights passed in a similar fashion with Buffy eavesdropping on her mother and her lover as they continued to indulge themselves in an almost unending whirl of intense, passionate Sex and discipline; sensuous romantic lovemaking and wild, kinky, passion.

Feeling guilt; and shame; and troubled lust she listened, masturbating.

It left her wracked and distracted, consumed by a Sexual desire without focus or direction.

***

From the open bathroom door came her mother’s breathless, gentle moan.

“Oh for fuck’s sake! Don’t they *ever* stop?” she murmured to herself ruefully as she ascended the stairs.

Despite herself though, she could not resist a peek through the open bathroom door and her eyes widened in shock at the spectacle that greeted her.

A towel beneath her, Joyce lay naked on the tiled floor.

Her mother’s legs were opened wide and her knees were raised, tilted outward. Above her mother leaned the slender dark haired form of the young woman who had come to be so a prominent figure in life of the household.

In Faith’s hand was a razor blade and Buffy watched in shock as she used it to scrape away the white foam that covered the place at the base of Joyce’s belly above her womanhood. The older woman lay compliant while her lover carefully shaved first her pubis; and then, as Joyce obediently lifted her legs to grant access lower, either side of her folds and into the crease below.

After that Faith shaved the older woman’s legs and armpits before declaring herself satisfied.

“Thank you darling,” Joyce said in a dreamy voice as Faith helped her up from the floor and she kissed her lover. “Thank you for shaving me.”

“My pleasure Sweetness,” Faith replied as she turned to run the shower.

Fascinated, her hand dropping once more between her legs, Buffy watched, staring as Faith guided Joyce into the shower before stripping naked herself to join her.

Unable to tear herself away she watched as the two lovers, rapt in one another showered together with a tender urgency. They were quite oblivious to her presence as Faith washed her mother’s golden curls, her breasts and thighs before cleaning her buttocks running a soapy finger into the crease of her ass. Buffy heard her mother moan and knew that Faith’s fingers teased her secret knot. And, then, as she probed she bid her open her legs, so that she could part the older woman’s nether lips.

“You know what to do baby…” Faith murmured into Joyce’s ear and a moment later a golden stream came from her, pouring to mingle with the shower. A shuddering moan escaped the older woman’s lips. “That’s it Sweetness,” Faith said softly, still holding Joyce’s Sex open.

Buffy watched her mother’s golden stream, amazed, disturbed, intensely aroused.

When her flow ended, Joyce’s lover soaped her between the legs to cleanse her before using the shower-head to rinse away the suds. Buffy could see the effect the pressure of the spraying shower was having on her mother as her body shook, her hips jerking, thrusting against the play of the jets pressed close to her womanhood.

Joyce shuddered, moaning.

“Ohhhh…oh F-Faith…oh darling…uh-uh-uhh…ohhh y-yuh…uhhhh…ohhhh…p-puh-pleas…n-n-need to c-come…”

“Easy Sweetness…not yet…” Faith said calmly forbidding her and, disconnecting the shower head, she held Joyce open again to slowly push the gushing hose into her.

Joyce moaned, sagging, briefly against her lover as the warm water filled her, flushing her depths. Her eyes rolled and she shook, her belly rippling..

“Oh gohhhd…i-it’s l-like a liquid cock…fucking me…ohhhhhhhmmmmmmnnnnn…”

“That’s it Joyce…there you go…” Faith said her voice heavy with lust as she pinched Joyce’s clitoris with her free hand.

“Ohh…oh g-god…F-Faith…p-please…n-need t-to cuhhhhmmmm…ohhhfuck…oh please!”

“Come on now Sweetness…come for me now baby…” the younger woman seemed to relent milking the sensitively erect nubbin as she did so.

“Ohhh-ohh y-yesss…ohhh cuh-cuhhhmmming…oh-ahhhhhhhhhh!” Joyce cried as she spasmed, tightening and shaking and the pressure was released in a tsunami of pleasure. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Mmmmfff…” Buffy breathed to herself, her hand now inside her panties slipping between the moist folds of her womanhood to find the stiff, hard little nugget of flesh. Grateful for the sound of splashing water and her mother’s guttural cries, she whimpered as her own body tightened and she squeezed her clit between two fingers, moving them back and forth on either side, pressing hard “Ohh…oh fuhhck…” she gasped shuddering as her orgasm flashed through her and her legs locked, her hips twitching. “Ohhhhmmmmm-uhhhhnnnhhh…ohhh…oh fuhhhck…ahhh...”

Buffy’s head span and she slipped, briefly, away from herself into a sort of fugue as Faith kissed Joyce easing the gushing shower hose from inside her body.

“Ohh…ohhhh…oh f-fuck…oh Faith…darling…” Joyce panted into her lover’s mouth, shaking. “Mmmmmffff…” she sucked on the dark haired young woman’s tongue.

The older blonde woman’s body felt like all the tension that held it together, held her together had become as liquid as the water that trickled, still, from her core. Slumping in her young lover’s arms her eyes fluttered and her heart pattered as her knees trembled.

She felt stretched but it was differently from when Faith fucked her and a strange ache filled her womanhood leaving her weak, pliant, malleable with submission; wanton, lust-ridden. She moved herself sensually, sinuously against her young lover.

“Mmmm…” Faith moaned, purring in response as the older woman sucked on her tongue and she pulled the enfeebled older woman’s supple, pliant body close to hers. They were still wet from the shower. Her hands moved over the sheen that covered Joyce softly, exploring the curves and shape of her body with casual possessiveness.

Slipping one hand between the older woman’s legs, her fingers between her folds; the other hand on her bottom pressing into the vale between her cheeks again seeking her rosebud.

“Ohh-ohhhhhhhh…” Joyce moaned as she was entered twice.

“Mmmm…that’s it Sweetness,” Faith breathed, ending the kiss. “Don’t say anything baby,” she whispered. “But we’ve got an audience…”

Trembling Joyce looked at her from beneath her lashes, a confused blur in her eyes.

“Au-audience?” she mumbled still a little dazed as Faith’s fingers eased from her depths.

“Yeah,” Faith said softly, releasing her. “Just wait there baby,” she whispered, holding a finger to her mouth; and she backed out of the shower moving toward the bathroom door where Buffy stood in the shadows.

Too late, the young blonde woman realised that Faith was headed towards her, and as her ex-girlfriend threw back the door to expose her, caught, quite literally with her hand in her pants, she gasped, shrieking in dismay.

Guiltily, she whipped her hand out of her pants but she knew she was fooling no-one as Faith’s hand snapped out to grab her by the wrist.

“Well what have we got here?” she asked sharply with a look of triumph. “Sticky fingers eh B’?” She pulled the blonde’s hand towards her nose to sniff the slick residue of arousal on her fingers. “Some things never change do they B’? You never could keep your fingers out of your snatch, could you?”

Buffy flushed crimson with embarrassment and she was unable to resist as Faith pulled her forwards into the bathroom.

“F-Faith…what are you…oh…” came the sound of Joyce’s voice, as filled with embarrassment as her daughter’s face at the sight. “Oh! Oh m-my…B-Buffy?” she said, now realising who had been watching them.

“You like watchin’ your mom getting hers eh B?” Faith asked as mother and daughter stared, their faces pink. “You want to see some more? Hey Sweetness get your slutty ass out here…B wants to see you!”

“Ohhh-oh noooohhhh!” the two Summers women said as one.

“Oh yes!” Faith said. “You *know* this is gonna happen Sweetness – n’ B’ sure looks keen…you should smell her fingers…girl’s got a *wet* pussy…must’ve *loved* watching you babe…now get yourself *out* here tramp and help me get her naked!”

There was command in her voice that Joyce knew only too well and despite all her sudden, racing fear she felt, she couldn’t deny or resist it. She could never refuse her lover’s command.

She knew the time had come and she moved to obey.

For Buffy, the feeling was quite different. There was something in Faith’s voice that hadn’t been there when they had been together – as if the other girl’s relationship with her mother had helped her to grow into something else, something more. And, frustrated by her unsatisfactory love life, by her need for something else, for someone to take control of her; to dominate her, she shuddered to see what her one-time girlfriend had now become. She froze as if under a geas and a new ache filled the pit of her being as the need to surrender rolled through her.

She wanted to panic; to break free of Faith’s grip and flee; but she couldn’t. She was bereft of resistance or energy or will. She became aware of her mother naked alongside the equally naked Faith. Somehow their nakedness made her feel vulnerable. The younger woman’s body was lean, strong, taut and slim with pert high breasts that seemed to have grown since Buffy last saw them. Her nipples were hard and dark like olives and her skin was smooth, supple, honeyed. A neat, dark bush of curls adorned Faith’s Sex and below her love lips were pink and pouting, dripping still, her button visible within its hooded sheath. Beside her, all woman, was her mother; equally naked; more curvaceous than Faith, her figure fuller, softer though still slender; her hips flared and her tummy just rounded; her breasts fuller, heavier with fat pinkish brown caps. Below her belly, Joyce was bare, naked, smooth, her flesh pink from the razor where Faith had shaved her. Her Sex was carmine, her folds, florid and flushed, plump and honeyed.

Not knowing where to look she felt herself blush deeply.

“N-n-no-ohhh…” she breathed feebly, unable to resist as Faith pulled her t-shirt up over her head. Her bra followed immediately baring her slim breasts. Her nipples were hard despite herself as Faith’s fingers plucked them.

“Still cute got tits B’…” Faith purred. “Not so fine as your mom’s rack, but sweet…” She looked sideways at the older Summers woman. “You should be proud of these Sweetness,” she said, her hands busy.

Joyce blushed but she found herself staring with guilty hunger at her daughter’s breasts.

“Come here Sweetness…let’s see you suck on her tits babe…”

“Ohh…oh m-my…” Joyce moaned as Faith pulled her close. Almost unthinking she bent her head obediently towards the frozen blonde’s breasts. “Mmmm…mmmm…” she murmured as she kissed Buffy’s breast, pressing pursed lips to her nipple.

“Ohhhhhhh...” Buffy moaned, shivering.

“Good girl Sweetness…now suck…” Faith instructed as she began to fumble with the fastenings of Buffy’s pants, shucking them over her hips. Her panties were damp after her earlier self-pleasure, clinging briefly to her Sex as they were downed.

Her mom’s mouth was skillful as it sucked and licked her nipple and the younger blonde felt her centre purse, blossoming, filling with desire and arousal in near instant response.

Without knowing how, she realised she was almost naked, her jeans and panties at her ankles as Faith’s fingers slipped between her legs to find her clit.

“Ahhhhhh...” she moaned as her ex-girlfriend milked her nubbin and her knees turned to jelly letting Faith pull both her and her mother to the bathroom floor.

As they subsided Joyce found herself moving over her daughter leaning across to switch from nipple to nipple making Buffy arch while Faith finished stripping her, tugging off her sneakers and socks and to let her jeans and panties past her ankles.

Then she reached for Joyce pulling her away from Buffy and to her feet. Buffy watched in a haze of desperate need as she spanked her briefly, quickly to encourage her; the spanks sharp and crisp, making her moan, and the older woman moved quickly in obedient response, lost in submission to her lover’s authority.

“On top of her now Joyce,” the brunette instructed, her voice soft. “I want to see you 69 with her…quickly…sit on her face…get your pussy on her mouth while you eat hers.”

“Ohh-owwww-ahhh…y-yes darling…ohh...owww…” and she swung her leg over Buffy, straddling her to squat, positioning her Sex above her daughter’s mouth.

For Buffy, her vision was filled with the deep pink divide of her mother’s lovemouth. The flesh was lush and plump, glistening and fresh; and, despite everything she yearned for it.

“Ohhh…oh mom…” she breathed her heart skipping a beat as it lowered towards her and she lifted her head to meet its kiss. Joyce was still wet, dripping from the shower but Buffy’s lips were met with the sharp, clean taste of feminine desire.

“Mmmmmm...mmmmmpppppfffffhhhhmmmmmffff…” The deep cleft swallowed her moan and she felt her mother quaking and straining above her as she snaked out her tongue to explore the luscious flesh above her.

“Ohhh...fuhhhhhck...” Joyce’s moan answered as she felt the sinuous snaking swirl of Buffy’s tongue within her. Then Faith pressed her forwards, down, guiding her head in between the young blonde’s thighs towards the pink pout of her daughter’s womanhood.

“Oh that’s it Sweetness – her tongue in your pussy…” Faith purred. “Mmmm…you like that Joyce? Don’t you? Now baby…your turn – lick her as well…lick Buffy’s pussy Sweetness... oh yes…that’s it…two dirty Summers girls 69ing together…”

“Ohhh…ohhhhmmmmmfffff…” Joyce groaned slipping her tongue out to match the movement of Buffy’s tongue within her lovemouth; sliding it between the sopping folds, seeking entry to her daughter’s body, plunging into her.

Buffy twitched and strained beneath her, a moan of pleasure setting her tongue fluttering inside Joyce in return.

Twined in the unending inwards coil of the most sinful coupling she could have ever imagined Joyce was soon lost in the loop of sensual pleasure and shame. Her older daughter’s love juices were strong. They painted her lips; anointed her tongue; filled her mouth; washed her throat, filling her senses with the slick, musky oil as Buffy’s hips rolled beneath her. No stranger to her own essence the flavour of her copious flood seemed familiar, yet different, but delicious. Spicy and sharp it was the flavour of Sex and sin and she lapped at it hungrily, forgetting taboo and convention and nature, avid only for the oozing, gushing cream of her daughter’s sensual desire.

Golden curls bobbing she dove deeper into Buffy as the younger Summers woman, lost in her own avid, lustful need, swirled her tongue in the luscious pool of her mother’s liquid pleasure, plunging deep to sample the source of her pleasure; the essence of the wanton body that had birthed her, from deep within her core. The older woman’s sap ran like nectar to flood her upturned mouth and lost in passion and sensation Buffy slurped and gulped drinking the ichors down as she probed, lavishing her mother’s body with all the pent-up, frustrated desire and devotion she could manage.

The two of them moaned; soft, muffled moans of blissful pleasure into each other, the vibrations of their moans accentuating the pleasure they both felt as their mutual delight grew and ecstasy began to soar between them until their bodies tightened and clinging to each other they shook, their hands clasping tight to the others’ flanks.

Later, as the sweat cooled on Joyce’s flesh she lay beside her daughter. After their climax, she had fallen, her breasts resting on Buffy’s abdomen and her own belly lay on her daughter’s upturned chest, and they slumped together her head on her thigh her mouth still adjacent to her core. The scent of her daughter’s pleasure was like perfume and she shuddered feeling Buffy’s breath between her legs where her Sex oozed.

Their faces flushed and wet with their love-sap they gasped and panted.

And then Faith had encouraged them up with soft words and gentle hands to guide them to the bedroom.

There she kept her word, not touching Buffy, but she watched as they kissed and caressed one another, their bodies tangling and straining as they made love again; fingers and tongues finding soft secret places. They did not need urging and she let them make love while she lay beside them watching, her fingers busy as she masturbated, coming with them.

Then, later still, she made love to Joyce herself, taking her with the double headed dildo; plumbing both her depths until she shook and cried out coming anew despite her exhaustion.

And Buffy’s eyes were hooded as if she were lost in some fugue of need as she watched and her hand reached once more between her thighs.

But while solitary pleasure had hitherto been a frustartion that left her feeling unsatisfied and hollow, now, as she coaxed herself again to orgasm she felt a languid satisfaction, as if she felt complete; as if she had found a fleeting sense of peace and place. It was almost as it she shared for a little while her mother’s submission and she felt almost overcome by power of their connection.

At last she subsided into deep, untroubled sleep, and she felt as if she bathed in the warm glow of what her mother and her lover shared and knew that she, for a little while at least, was party to it; and that was enough. The last thing she saw before she slept was the sight her mother as she suckled, nursing contentedly on her lover’s nipple.

Enervated almost limp Joyce looked up from the tasty, fleshy nugget. Beside her Buffy lay, relaxed, uninhibited in sleep. Her hand lay still between her honeyed thighs, gently cupping the sweet pink cleft where Joyce had feasted. Her perky breasts rose and fell slowly with her breathing. Joyce smiled, knowing what she felt was wrong, but she could not help herself. She let herself accept the way her maternal love had alloyed with Sapphic desire.

Looking up she moved to give Faith a kiss.

“Well then…” she said, softly. “That happened then…” and she smiled. “There’s obviously *nothing* I won’t do for you darling…*nothing*…no taboo I won’t break…” she tried to shrug.

They looked at Buffy lying peacefully next to Joyce.

“But you *loved* it, didn’t you?”

Joyce answered Faith’s smile with a wide one her own. “I’m the slutty dyke you made me into darling…I like pussy...I *love* pussy…apparently even my own daughter’s pussy…just when I think you’ve taught me everything…when I’m sure I’ve done it all…”

“There will always more lessons for you Sweetness.”

“I know darling…I just need to be reminded occasionally…w-will you cane me again tomorrow...to remind me?”

Faith’s eyes fluttered.

“Maybe,” she said and she pulled her close and they lay in silence for a while, enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies.

Later Joyce said a little sadly; “I hope we haven’t made things worse for her though...she still needs…more than this…”

“I know Sweetness…” Faith looked as troubled as her lover. “I wish we could find her someone – for your sake as much as hers…I don’t want you feeling guilty about having fucked her…I want you to feel good about it…slutty good…but good all the same…”

“I do Faith…I really do…I’m glad you made me fuck her…I *know* I’m your slut darling…I know there’s nothing you can’t make me do…I love that…but Buffy…she’s so obviously a slut as well…”

“Yeah whore runs in the family…” Faith said gently with soft amusement and Joyce smiled, blushing a little.

“Well yes, it seems it does,” she answered with a roll of the eyes. “But it’s true Faith…she’s a slut…a bottom…like me…and a slut *needs* a Top…like you darling…”

“I know she does baby. She needs to be controlled…so she can submit completely…like you…so she can have what you have. But she’s got to find her own way…you know me Topping her is a no-no – she needs a Domme of her own to take charge of her…she needs it to be all about *her* submission…just like you do…”

“But I just don’t know how else to help her…”

“Maybe we could find someone for her?” Faith suggested with a thoughtful frown.

“If only there was someone who could give her what she needs.” Joyce said with a frown.

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End of Part 4
The Servitude of Sappho: the Remaking of Joyce Summers will continue in Part 5: What could be more ordinary?
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The Servitude of Sappho: Remaking Joyce Summers