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I, Buffy	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 150658 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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"Hey Buffy."
I turned to the caller. It was Missy Pantone; the brunette cheerleader was leaning out of the back seat of the small open-top sports convertible. In front of her sat Torrance Shipman and Isis, all three of them staring at me and smiling so broadly they were showing more pearly white teeth than a hungry vamp.
"Hi," I called and waved, before walking across the road to see what they wanted. Earlier I had headed out to patrol with Will and Xan, plus Willow’s new secret girlfriend and so-called Slayer, Kendra. But you know how it is - all the living dead were snug in their coffins without even a virgin sacrifice or demonic blood rites to spice up the evening. About eight Will had announced she was going home. Kendra had taken the hint and said she’d escort her. Unfortunately for them Xan had decided he’d walk with them – I mean I love the guy, but he must have been blind if he hadn’t noticed Kendra had the hots for our little redhead. I’d given it another thirty minutes, before reckoning I’d done my duty to Giles and Sunnydale and started to head home.
I hadn’t got very far when the three cheerleaders have pulled up.
I could here them tittering and whispering as I sauntered towards them. I stopped by the car and bent over the sill. My T-shirt slid up my tum exposing my toned stomach and with a little more leaning I was able to give a nice view inside the loose topped garment – especially as I find bra’s restrictive if you might be fighting vamps and hadn’t bothered with one.
"Hi girls, what’s up?" I drawled, licking my lips seductively. In my experience cheerleaders only pull up for two reasons, and as they knew the way to the nearest Mall it wasn’t to ask for directions to that.
"Wanna party?" asked Missy, "Torrance’s family is out of town and we’ve got her pad for the evening."
There are ‘parties’ and there are ‘parties’ – eating ice -cream and cake and playing pass the parcel didn’t appeal, but from the lascivious looks on their faces I was guessing that this wasn’t what the cheerleaders were thinking about. I grinned, "Okay."
I jumped in the back, squeezed against Missy. The car was meant for three at most, or two adults and a couple of midgets. On the plus side being squashed hard against Missy wasn’t exactly the worse car journey I’ve ever been on. Especially as to hold onto me without a seatbelt she slid her hands round my waist and made me sit on her knee with my legs spread behind the front car seats. Did I mention I wasn’t wearing underwear? It can be constricting when you’re trying to hammer those high-kicks into a demon’s jaw…
Torrance pumped the gas and we shot away from the kerb like we were drag racing, I swear I could smell the rubber. Zipping through a couple of red lights it only took us ten minutes to get to the suburb of Sunnydale where Torrance lived. I thought our house was spacious, but Torrance lived in a mansion so big that the Emperor of China would have been jealous. The four of us jumped out, the cheerleaders still wearing their uniforms and me in tonight’s Slayer gear of short skirt and even shorter top. Torrance leant in and popped the trunk, Isis leant in and pulled out a bag filled with illegally bought beer. She chucked me a can, "What’s a party without beer?"
"Well," I said doubtfully, "Just the one."
The others looked at me as if I’d just said ghosts aren’t real. Missy stood beside me and lightly stroked my arm, "They’ll loosen you up, for later."
"Remove your inhibitions," added Isis.
I frowned. I couldn’t really see what they were getting at – I don’t have any inhibitions. They should all know that as well as they were at my cheerleader gangbang a few weeks back; "I don’t really drink…"
The three of them had expressions of disbelief etched onto their faces, looking so much like my German teacher Doc Crippen when I say a werewolf ate my homework. Torrance looked at the other two doubtfully, before speaking to me slowly, "But the party at your Mom’s… when you… you know."
I smiled brightly. Just because I’d been taken by the entire Sunnydale High Cheerleading team they thought I needed drink to perform. I’m a submissive lesbian nymphomaniac I don’t need any alcohol, just an attractive (or even semi-attractive) girl and some toys if possible. I shook my head and smiled proudly, "Hardly touched a drop. Mom’s pretty strict about me drinking. I’m sometimes allowed a couple of small glasses of wine with a meal, that’s all. She thinks if I start drinking now I’ll become an alky before I’m twenty."
The three of them looked at each other and smiled. Torrance slipped her arm through mine and started to guide me inside, "Let’s parteeee."
"Sure thing," I smiled a reply.
*
I quickly realised the beer wasn’t for me. Even before it hit my taste-buds I was almost wetting myself with horniness and after the first sip I could have happily ripped all my clothes off and danced round Torrance’s room in the buff. No, it was the cheerleaders who’d needed the drink. I’d thought the wine when they came to my house was just a treat Mom had given them before allowing them to treat me. But it turns out, at least for this three, they needed alcohol like a wino, before they were willing to perform.
Now, don’t get me wrong it was fun enough the four of us sitting on the bed talking about who we fancied, movies and music, but I could have gone to Will’s for that (well, if she wasn’t banging Kendra I could have). And after three quarters of an hour and two beers my pussy was really starting to hint it might want some attention soon, very soon.
I pressed my skirt down over my slot, hoping the pressure of my hand leaning down might remove some of the horniness building up. It didn’t seem to work, but Isis noticed my movements and smiled as she realised I wasn’t just adjusting my clothing. I grinned at her and winked slowly.
She took the hint and turned to the other two, "I think it’s a bit warm, shall we take off our tops?"
The other two looked at each other nervously. I could see they needed a push, so I grabbed the bottom of my own T-shirt and pulled it over my head. Free of the material, my titties were able to bounce happily as I athletically rolled onto my back so that I could drop my T-shirt over the side of the bed with maximum showy offness. I sat back up and smiled, "Whew, that’s better."
Isis was next, sadly her firm tits were held in place by a bra and despite my lead she showed no sign of removing it just yet. There was a pause of a few seconds before Missy said, "It is warm."
Her cheerleading top followed her friends onto the floor. For a second I thought she was going to uncup her bra as her hand moved behind her back, but she seemed to think the better of it; to my disappointment it remained in place. Finally it was Torrance’s turn; the cute blonde took another swig of beer for courage and pulled up her top. I’d been expecting a bra, like the others, but instead two bare titties bounced free. She dropped the top and cupped her titties, smiling, "So what do you think girls?"
"You go girl," hooted Isis.
I thrust my body forward and bounced on my haunches so that my titties boinged liked beach balls, "As good as these?" I asked.
Isis and Missy looked at each other, before Missy said diplomatically, "It’s hard to tell."
As mine were obviously firmer and riper I wasn’t having any of that. I rolled over to beside Torrance and sat up beside her, before wiggling my titties at the two cheerleaders, for comparison, "Now who’s better?"
Torrance giggled and replicated my movements, so that the two of us were sitting there juggling our teenage tits at the two girls. Now to me it wasn’t a difficult decision; don’t get me wrong Torrance’s pair weren’t bad, but she didn’t have a Slayer cleavage. But it seemed to be causing the Isis and Missy a lot of thought, the two of them giggled and looked at each other, before Missy replied again, "They’re both top rate."
I needed to settle this tiebreaker and I had an easy plan, "You can have a suck on mine…"
At least it had sounded like an easy plan, until milliseconds later Torrance got all competitive and piped up, "And mine…"
Missy and Isis looked at each other and grinned, "Well," said Isis, "If you want us to compare…"
I gave a little squeak of pleasure as Missy’s mouth slipped onto my left titty. She nipped at it gently with her teeth, stretching back and pulling it out, before letting it ping back. She licked her lips, "Very nice."
"I think they need a more in-depth examination if you really want to do justice," I said.
"Well, I wouldn’t want to be unfair," replied the brunette and moved to slurp on my right nipple. Her lips suckled up the tits, bringing the teat into her mouth. Her tongue touched the sensitive tip and I gave a giggling moan. She sucked harder, the titty being pulled down into her mouth like it was in a whirlwind. Her teeth again snipped at my flesh. I gave a moan, cut short as Missy let go. I tried not to scowl as I asked "Is that all?"
She wiped a bit of saliva from her lips, "I need to go for Torrance’s to compare."
She pushed at Isis, who was slobbering like a rabid Great Dane over the blonde cheerleader’s left tit, and clamped down on the right. Isis let go off Torrance and moved over to me. She reached up and gave my titties a tight squeeze, "Let’s see what these two are like…mmmnnn very firm. How do they taste?"
"Like peaches and cream," I said, it wasn’t true or at least no-one has said it, but I really wanted to say something and this was the first thing that came into my mind. Isis didn’t reply, instead she licked my left tit. She ran her tongue from the top to the teat, round the nipple and back up again. I squeaked as she did the same thing with the right, leaving a small trail of wet across my naked skin.
She sat back and smiled, " Not bad…let me have another taste."
She leant forward and gripped her mouth over my left tit. Her lips started to move wider apart as she sucked more in and her teeth scraped dangerously, but sexily, over my flesh. I groaned as her tongue started to push hard at my nipple, almost driving it back into the flesh. I leant back, balancing my weight on my hands, as Isis both sucked my tit in and thrust it out with her tongue. Little sparks of excitement ran through me. I closed my eyes.
I could feel another mouth latch onto my right titty and nip at my nipple. I groaned and murmured, "Oh Missy, that’s good…"
"What’s good?" asked the brunette as my two tits continued to be suckled.
I opened my eyes. Missy was sitting on the end of the bed undoing her bra, whilst it was Torrance who was sucking my titty with Isis. I wasn’t complaining. I just gave Missy a smile to hint she should ignore my rambling and stroked Torrance’s hair to show that I wasn’t going to gloat too much about me having the better titties. I also gave a little squeak as the blonde cheerleader’s teeth bit at my teat in its most orgasmically sensitive spot. A little red flush shot to my cheeks and I moaned, "Who’s got the better titties then…"
"Still a tie," replied Isis as she drew her head back.
Torrance took her mouth away too, and licked her lips, "I don’t know, Ice, Buff’s tits were really lush…"
I decided not to push Missy for a view and take it as technical victory. I could tell Isis wanted to show me there were no hard feelings, as she turned her back to me and asked, "Buffy, can you unhook?"
I snapped the bra clip undone and, taking hold off the end, whipped it from the black cheerleader. I whirled it round my head, before artistically tossing it onto the floor. She swung round to face me and reaching out gripped Missy and Torrance round the shoulders, bringing them close into her. Missy laughed and asked, "So who’s got the best?"
That’s a bit like asking who’s got the nicest Mom, you aren’t going to be a winner whatever you say. But I’m a Slayer I can think on my feet; I sat back and pulled my skirt to my navel; " Look how hot my pussy is… it’s steaming…"
"MMmmmnnn," the three cheerleaders responded appreciatively as I showed them some pink. The titty eating had juiced it up just enough that there was a glisten of girl cum forming on the hole. It may not have been steaming, but imaginary boiling bubbles were certainly forming.
They formed even more as I ran a finger over my pussy lips. A trace of cum stuck to the tip and I licked it off, before sliding my tongue out and over my mouth. The three cheerleaders giggled lustfully as I returned my fingers to my slit. It was Missy who reacted first. She shook herself free from Isis and reached under her skirt. Seconds later her hand reappeared attached to a pair of thongs, she pulled the thin strip of material down and over her ankles, "My pussy is hot as well…"
"And mine," added Isis as she dropped onto her back and pulled her legs into a right angle and beyond. I licked my lips lustfully as she pulled her panties up over her long black legs. For a few seconds she left them dangling over her face as we all stared at her cute, hairless, black slit. I touched my own cunt as Isis flicked her leg and sent her panties flying into the wall.
Torrance didn’t want to be left out. She got off the bed and stood facing us as she reached up to her skirt. She unbuttoned it and lowered it down, exposing as she did so her own cunt, with a tiny tuft of red pubic hair – once I got over my shock that she’s not a natural blonde, I gave a little clap of appreciation. The ‘blonde’ gave a quick pose, sticking her hands on her hips and standing with a cocky look on her face, as she wore only a pair of short white socks; "Four hot cunts…" she purred, "What are we to do?"
The little minx had an idea as she moved to one of her chest of drawers and bending over opened the bottom one. I’d have got a better view of her cute ass if Missy hadn’t been getting in the way as she tore off her skirt - Isis was doing the same. The cheerleaders having decided skirts were an encumbrance to further activities who was I to argue. I pulled mine off and dropped it beside me. I straightened back up as Torrance turned to face us.
The ‘blonde’ grinned, "This should cool our horny little slits down…" she held out four dildos, a red, yellow, blue and black and, in size, ranging from a stick thin six incher to a lovely thick nine-incher. The cheerleader smiled as we all licked our lips in excitement, before she continued to correct her original words, "Well it should cool them down for a few minutes anyway…"
So saying she tossed the four toys on the bed. There was an unseemly scramble as Isis, Missy and me all leapt for the nine-incher. I’m a Slayer, however…
I held the nine-incher up as a trophy before leaning against the headboard of the bed. Isis had got a thick six incher and Missy the medium girth eighter. It left Torrance with the pencil, but we were her guests so it was only fair. She didn’t seem to care, she picked up the thin dildo and leant against her desk, opening her legs to slowly slide it in.
I pulled my legs up to get myself in a good position and started to slide the toy into my hole. On one side of me was Isis doing the same, on the other Missy was driving her toy into her pussy. Such was the thickness of mine it took a little effort to get in, but I soon started to feel my pussy stretch as the toy entered. Watching Torrance play with herself was a major-turn on, juicing up my cunt even more, so that in a few minutes I was hitting my clit hard. I squeaked in pleasure, "Oh yes…"
I looked at Isis and Missy. The two cheerleaders were also slamming their pussies, their legs pulled up to just below their faces to allow better entry. The bed was rocking under our combined dildoing and with the amount of cum seeping out of three teen twats I hoped Torrance had somewhere else to sleep, or she was going to have a damp back. Any worries about Torrance were quickly banished as I hit my toy home harder; sparks flew as it rammed into my sweet spot. I opened my mouth and squealed again, "Oh God, yes…"
I closed my eyes and with my left hand reached out to fondle Missy’s right titty. She groaned as my fingers closed round the plump mound and squeezed. I gasped harder, feeling the flesh pop between my fingers and the brunette’s shuddering in excitement as pleasure arched through her. Her own spare hand reached out and gripped my titty to return the favour, "Oh Buffy, you’ve the nicest tits."
"Yes," I squeaked as any doubt over who had the best rack was finally dispelled. Then I squeaked again as Missy’s fingers kneaded at my flesh, gripping and pulling it. Isis reached over and grabbed my other tit, stroking and massaging it with a couple of fingers, before grabbing it properly and pulling at it like it was rubber. I groaned and wished I had a third hand to massage her mound in return. All I could do was groan in pleasure, "This is so good."
"I’ve got to take some pictures," gasped Torrance, "Buffy, open your eyes."
I opened them, the blonde was holding a camera, which flashed immediately, "That’s so hot," said Torrance, "Now what about all of you pouting as you toy, look sexy, girls…"
The camera flashed again and again as Torrance shifted position so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her smiling face reappeared behind the camera, "Now, if you all get on your hands and knees, facing the wall and toy those slits."
We did as she asked, wiggling our cute little tushies at her as we slammed the toys up our cunts. I could hear the click of the camera, Torrance snapping away as she took pictures of us in our most intimate poses, "Missy slide your tongue in Buffy’s mouth… that’s it, hey Isis could you run your tongue over the back of her neck… Good, girls that’s so hot…now Buffy really push that dildo up your snatch I want to see your cum trickling down it…"
I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, so I was happy to comply with the blonde cheerleader – my only hope was… well shall we say Mom gets really off on seeing pictures of me doing dirty things. Torrance had already thought of that as she suddenly added, "Don’t worry Buff I can e-mail them to you… now could you turn on your back and spread your legs apart – just leave the dildo quivering in your cunt and reach across to fondle Missy and Ice’s tits…"
With that final photo Torrance put the camera down and wiped her forehead, there was a healthy sheen of sweat on it and she hadn’t even being doing anything energetic. Me and the other two were also glowing, Torrance had been wrong, the dildos hadn’t cooled us down, all they’d done was make us so hot you could have fried an egg on my cunt.
"Jeez that was fun," moaned Isis as she lay back, "I need a drink."
Torrance grinned and picked up a beer, which she rolled across the bed to the black cheerleader, "Here drink up, Missy… Buffy you want one as well?"
"Yep," grinned Missy and held out her hand to catch one. She looked at me, "Go on Buffy, live a little."
"I guess one couldn’t hurt," I agreed, a little reluctantly.
Torrance snapped it open and passed it to me. She smiled and chugged down a gulp of her own beer "Better refresh yourselves girls, the evening’s still young..."
That sounded interesting. I grinned back, "Bring it on…"
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To be continued…
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