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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 guys," Cordelia’s latest arm candy said.
"Hi Xander," I replied blinking at the bright orange top he was wearing, "Nice shirt – Cordelia?"
Recently I sliced and diced a snake monster. The hiss from the President of the ‘We Hate Cordelia Club’ ,also known as Willow Rosenberg wasn’t dissimilar. I don’t know what she had to be wigged with, I mean I know Xander was treasurer, but its not like there were any funds for him to run off with. If anyone should be snarling like a wild animal it should have been me. From the details of Xan gave us when he admitted he was seeing Sunnydale’s most popular I’d worked out he’d been making out with Cordy in the broom cupboard at the same time she’d being thrusting her dildo up my ass. Well, obviously not literally at the same time – Xander may not be the most observant of my friends but even he would have noticed me bent over and squealing.
Xander didn’t seem to have noticed Will’s reaction or else he ignored it. Instead he pulled at his shirt, "Like it? I bought it at the weekend. "
Thank the Gods for that was my silent reaction. It was good to know in this ever changing world Xander’s taste remained as dire as ever – in clothes and girlfriends. Not that I was jealous of course, of either the shirt or who he was snacking on (or, as it was Cordelia, who was snacking on him). Before I could say anything else Cordelia herself swept up, a gaggle of cheerleaders behind her like a ducklings following the Mommy. She almost pushed Will and me out of the way as she slid her arm through Xander’s. She lowered her sunglasses, hastily putting them back as the orange dazzled her, "C’mon Xander, let’s head to class."
"Woof, woof," said Xander. Okay he didn’t actually bark, but his tongue did hang out and if he had a tail it would have wagged. I watched him go, sighing inwardly – men they really did think with their cocks.
"I hate her," said Willow with feeling, "I hate her like I hate…"
She paused, unable to think of anything so diabolical it could be compared Cordelia. I threw in a few examples, "Cheese, people who spit tobacco juice, oooh I know what about seventies rock bands…"
"I hate her like I hate bad things," finished Will anticlimaxy…
"Oh, yeah, because bad things are well, er, bad and hateful," I said, following Will’s logic like a piece of bendy string in a maze.
"The ‘We Hate Cordelia Club’ needs a new treasurer, interested?" asked Willow.
I was sure that would go down well with Mom, who likes cheerleaders to join us in wild orgies. I quickly thought up an excuse, "Y’know me, Willow. I can’t do Math."
"I can lend you a calculator," Will banged aside my excuse like Babe Ruth with a slow baseball.
My mind became as blank as Xander’s exercise books. I mean I hadn’t expected Will to actually want me to join her club… Luckily Giles stepped in to save me. Or rather he came out of Miss Calendar’s classroom. He almost jumped as he saw me and Will. We both gave our most innocent smiles, like we didn’t know why his tie was awry and his glasses steamed. He blushed. Jenny Calendar followed him out, licking her lips, like she’d just eaten a very large and tasty steak. She saw me and her eyes briefly looked me up and down, and her tongue moved even slower and more sensually over her lips; "Hi girls. I was just talking to Rupert about some… lessons I’ve got to plan."
"Of course," Giles quickly adjusted his spectacles and tightened his tie, "Anything to report? Any sign of Darla and Drusilla?"
"No, they’re as quiet as the dead," I said, before realising that for a vamp that may be their natural state. I quickly added, "I think they’ve gone on vacation."
"Somewhere sunny I hope," replied Giles and smiled at me. Behind him Jenny ran her tongue over her soaking wet lips and winked with the seductiveness of a nymph and the subtlety of a heavyweight. Luckily Giles didn’t notice his girlfriend’s actions, "Well, I’m sure they’ll turn up. Now, if you can come to the library after school we can catch up on the latest volume of the Watcher’s diaries."
"Yay," I failed to sound excited.
*
Being made to study the Watcher’s Diaries was a drag – I mean does it really matter that in 1578 Lady Elizabeth Sussex decapitated a vamp or that in 1913 Lucille von Gutenberg beat to death a Granok demon with a wooden stool? It’s not like its of any use today and it doesn’t even get me extra points for history. Doc Crippen, our history teacher, has no use for conspiracy theories that say the Russian Revolution was started by a vengeance demon having a bad hair day or that the Boxer uprising began after some Chinese peasants found some vamps dressed as missionaries feasting on Mom and Pop. I managed to feign interest for Giles long enough for the sun to go down.
I grabbed my jacket, telling Giles, "I better do a quick patrol. Check for vamps."
"I’ll come too," Miss Calendar got up from her desk, though the way she looked at me, suggested that the only checking she was planning to do was whether I’d bothered with panties.
"Mmmn," said Giles, "I was hoping for a bite to eat."
I guessed that was Miss Calendar’s intention as well, both of them were interested in munching a muffin – only the definition of muffin differed. Luckily for Giles, if not for Jenny, I had other plans – also involving eating… and, er, actual food, "I’m only out for a quickie," standing behind Giles Miss Calendar licked her lips, " … a short patrol. I can do it on my own. I’m meeting Mom anyway, we’re having a girls night."
"Capital idea, Buffy" said Giles. "A quick skim round the cemetery, check everything is alright and then a relaxing night."
"Oh, I intend to," I grinned and skipped out.
*
I’m not sure where all the vamps and demons have gone – fishing, hunting, skiing? But there’s not even a little bad to be found in the whole of Sunnydale. My patrol through the gravestones was so uneventful I was reduced to reading the epitaphs to stop myself dropping into a fatal snooze. That may be Darla’s next plan, bore me so much I fall asleep on patrol leaving me a tasty snack for a couple of hungry vamps.
Duty done I headed over to Mom’s gallery. It was late night opening. In LA this meant lots of well-paid office workers hitting the place with open wallets. In Sunnydale, it meant a couple of bored shop girls looking at the African Fertility Statues and sniggering. As I arrived Mom was just getting them out, the shop girls. Still giggling they left. Mom turned the sign from open to closed and shut the door after them, before sliding the lock in place.
"You looked wigged out," I said. She did look strained, she always did on late night opening – I don’t think working a twelve-hour day is good for her. Still I knew ways to up her energy levels. I pulled down the blinds of the door, so that no-one could see in. I moved towards her and purred, "Let your sweet little Buffy slut help."
I hadn’t even touched Mom and I could see her recovering her colour. She smiled, her eyes zipping up and down my slender frame, reminding herself of what I looked like naked. I licked my lips like Miss Calendar, it had the same effect on Mom’s libido as it had on mine and I could see her quiver with excitement. She leant back casually against the wall, between two paintings and said teasingly "I thought we were going to get a burger."
"I could snack first, and still have room for a burger and ice-cream," Mom had said we could pig-out. I didn’t want her forgetting dessert – one of the good things about being a Slayer is I burn cals like gas.
Mom hoisted her dress to her hips, exposing a pair of panties that were starting to look see through as she began to dampen. I dropped to my knees and shuffled forward to kneel in front of her. I put my fingers through the elastic of the underwear, but kept them in place as I looked up at Mom, awaiting her final agreement. She giggled, "Well, as you’re hungry a quick snack won’t hurt. You are a growing girl."
"I need my protein," I agreed as I peeled down Mom’s panties. As I brought them down she stepped out and I through the wet garment across the room, so it landed on a six-handed Asian Goddess – a statue rather than a real one, though this being Sunnydale there was always a risk it would come alive later. I made a mental note to get Giles to do a quick check of Mom’s inventory for demonic origins, before settling down to do something much more important – licking some pussy.
I pushed my face into Mom’s smooth snatch and opened my mouth. Straight away I could taste her quim juice as it slid over my lips. I buried my face deeper, my nose buried so deep in her flesh that I could feel cum going up my nostrils as I breathed, the smell was as sweet as the taste. Mom groaned and I felt her hands in my hair, "That’s my Buffy, that’s my good girl."
I always try to be Mommy’s good girl, you don’t get points from being bad. So, knowing what Mom wanted I slapped my tongue down her wet hole. She squealed in pleasure as it rushed down. Her hands grabbed the back of my head, squeezing me into place. I lapped harder, pushing my tongue all round her hole, whacking at the walls and moving all around. More cum was coming from her cunt, I sniffed it in and sucked it down, savouring the taste and odour – awesome. Mom squealed, "That’s it Buffy, eat my puss like a slut."
I moved deeper. Pushing harder and faster I could feel the walls pulsate with my touch, making Mom’s body quiver like she was on the San Andreas fault. And when I hit the clit, well it was like she was about to burst into orbit. Her whole body was shaking as my tongue reached in, her ass was hammering against the wall so hard that her pictures were shaking in their frames. I slurped and sucked, licking fast. I rammed hard, pushing her bud deep into her flesh and following it up by bringing my face. More cum soaked Mom’s cunt and dripped from my mouth, to slide down my chin.
"Oh God, Buffy, good girl, good girl, oh my lovely dirty slut, eat me, eat me up," Mom seemed to have forgotten this was only a snack as she encouraged me to feast on wet twat. I was cool with that…
It was harder to go any deeper, but I tried, forcing myself deep into Mom, so deep that I was struggling to breath, with my nostrils blocked and my mouth full. Mom appreciated it, her body bouncing like she was ball on the beach, with her ass bashing the wall so hard it was almost denting. She gripped my head and screamed loudly. More cum came out and I slurped it down my throat like it was soda. Mom pushed me down further until I was on the edge of suffocating in her cunt, which would have been a way to go, "That’s it Buffy, show me why you’re the best cuntlicker ever."
I was thought I was showing Mom, but I redoubled my speed and strength, I was hitting her clit like it was very slow-learning vamp. The hard lump of flesh quivered as I belted it, shivering under my explosive lapping. Mom screamed again, louder and more high-pitched. A jet of cum shot out, flooding her hole and geysering down my throat. Mom let out a contented moan and let go off my head. I pulled back, wiping the juice from my lips. I looked up at her and smiled, "You look much better."
"Thanks, Buffy, I feel much better," Mom grinned back.
I stood up and smoothed down the creases in my clothes, as Mom picked up her bag and asked "Anywhere you fancy?"
"Anywhere, but Willie’s," for some reason Willie’s got a downer on me, just because sometimes I get a bit Gestapo like when asking him questions. We headed out and Mom locked the door behind us. I frowned as I remembered Mom’s underwear was still hanging on the six armed Goddess "What about your panties?"
Mom smiled, "I can pick them up tomorrow. It’s not like they’re going to do a walkabout."
"I guess," I agreed, though the vision of eating a meal with a pantyless Mom was starting to push burgers from my mind, replacing it with other activities we could indulge in.
Mom must have known what I was thinking about as she gave me a wicked smile, "Are you still you still want ice-cream? It’ll mean waiting for it to arrive…"
I muttered something about keeping my options open, but as my lustful thoughts were coming thick and fast I was starting to wonder whether ice-cream wouldn’t be bad for the complexion –it’s full of fat and fat means zits.
*
I didn’t have ice-cream, though I was tempted. However, Mom kept sliding her foot up my calf and when the waitress wasn’t looking, pulling dirty faces and mouthing what she was intending to do to me. Put it this way, my burger was juicy, but not nearly as juicy as my pussy was becoming.
I wolfed down the last of my burger and looked at the fries, I was well fed and they’d have taken too long to devour. I put my knife and fork together, before taking one last swig of my soda – I didn’t want to have a sandy throat from screaming too much. I looked at Mom, who had only gone for a salad so minuscule she had finished it almost before I’d started. I grinned, "I’m ready."
"Shall we head out?" Mom smiled. She licked her lips and mouthed ‘Dirty slut’ at me, making my pussy tingle with anticipation. Out loud she followed it with, "Or do you still want some ice-cream?"
"I’m good," I said and got up, before Mom decided to tease me some more and ordered a banana split.
We headed out the door to where Mom had parked the car. The streets were almost deserted, it was a week night so there were hardly any revellers about and the main street was too well lit for vamps to hang round, even if there were any around. As we walked Mom’s hand slid down to lie on my butt, I giggled and hoped for a pinch, but Mom was in a teasing mood as all she did was let her palm rest on my butt. However, her talk made up for her lack of grip. She spoke quietly, so no-one but me could hear, the softness of her murmurings adding an extra sensuality to them; "You’re my little slut, Buffy. My sexy slut daughter. You know what I want to do to you? I want to fuck your tight ass, I want to bang that tight, teenage butt until you’re squealing. You know what? I am going to stuff a big, thick, hulking dildo up your slutty ass, I am going to fuck that dirty butt until you are screaming."
If there wasn’t poetry to Mom’s words, there was certainly a promise. We turned off the main street and up the small side alley, which led to where we were parked. Neither the alley or the small car park was well lit; they’d be like a takeaway for peckish vamps. But you’d have to be a dumb demon to go for the Slayer, unless you wanted to end up dusted.
We headed towards the car, with Mom continuing her description, "I’m going to slam your fuckhole and gape it so wide that you could fit a basketball in there. I’m going to slam your butt so hard my toy will be coming out your mouth. You’ll be screaming like you’re a dirty porn star in her gang bang debut."
This time Mom did squeeze at my ass. I gave a gasp as she gripped at me, grabbing my firm flesh through the cotton of my slacks. We were by the car now and Mom turned to me, her hand moving round my body so she was cupping underneath my pussy. She pushed her fingers up, working my pants against my pussy lips – my cunt was so wet that the juice was soaking through the cotton. Mom smiled as she felt the dampness, "Looks like I’ve got a hot whore on my hands."
I nodded and agreed with a sensual purr, "I’m burning."
Mom squeezed tighter at my twat, "We don’t have to hurry home, if you want to work off some of that horniness," she paused as I nodded. Then she nodded at her bag, "Luckily I’ve come prepared, I know you Buffy. I know you’re a horny little Slayer who can’t wait until she’s home until she’s butt-fucked."
Mom knows me too well, as that was a perfect description of how I felt. She let go off my pussy and put down her bag. I thought she was going to reach into it, but she paused and smiled, "Buffy – how come you’re not naked?"
"Give me a chance," I squeaked and quickly undid my top. My bra followed it to the floor. Leaning against the car I pulled my slacks down, over my gym-shoes, thankful that the pants were loose enough to go over the pumps and I didn’t have to waist time undoing them. In less than a minute, apart from my shoes and socks, I was standing naked.
"Mmmmnn, nice," Mom said appreciatively as she ran a finger down my front, between my titties, over my belly, before finishing at my wet slit. She ran the tip of it over my hole, before pulling it away with just a touch of my juice. Slowly, but seductively, she placed her finger in her mouth and sucked, "Mmmmnnn, very nice."
I giggled and hoisted myself onto the trunk of the car. I dangled my spread legs over the side, so that even in the dim light, Mom could see the moistness of my pussy. I moved a finger to intimately touch myself, purring as I did so, "I want your big, fat strap-on."
Mom looked at my pussy her eyes shining with lust, but still made no move for her bag. Instead she smiled, "You want me to ram your tight ass, Buffy? I’ll do you a deal."
"Sure," I replied and ran a finger sensually over my juicy slit to persuade Mom to offer me the best terms.
Her eyes flicked again to my damp hole and she licked her lips sensually as I moved my fingers slowly over my hole, "I’ll fuck your tight ass, after you’ve licked mine."
She teasingly lifted her dress and whirled round so I had a very brief view of her cute pussy and ass, before she dropped it again and gave me another grin, "Deal?"
"Yep," I laughed and jumped down from the trunk. There were a few puddles on the ground, so rather than kneel in them I got to my haunches behind Mom. She leant against the wall and hoisted her dress. I licked my lips, feeling the excitement bubble in me. I cooed "I’m going to eat Mommy butt."
Reaching up I pulled apart Mom’s cheeks, not so far that I ripped open the hole (a risk with my Slayer strength), but enough that it wasn’t tightly shut. Still holding Mom’s ass I moved my face in and slid my tongue down her back chute. Mom giggled with pleasure as I began to tickle about, slurping at her ass walls. I pushed myself in harder and let go off Mom’s ass. I slid my hands down to rest on my thighs, pushing out my elbows to help me balance. I wiggled my tongue as deep as I could push it, trying to force it further against the fierce resistance of Mom’s ass walls, which didn’t seem keen to accommodate the interloper. Mom giggled again, louder, "Go on Buffy, eat your Mom’s ass."
My tongue was squashed within the tight hole. I could barely move it, but even the small flicks I could manage seemed to be turning Mom on. Her body was rocking as I pushed and probed within her forbidden hole. It was much bitterer than her pussy, for reasons I tried not to think about. However, once I cleaned it and got into a rhythm I found I enjoyed the way my tongue was constricted and forced into weird contortions to get down the narrow passage. Mom shook and moaned, "Lick it Buffy, lick my ass you dirty whorey slut."
Now I was balanced and into a rhythm I moved one of my hands from my thighs and up round to Mom’s front. She purred in appreciation as I slid my finger over her lips. They were wet, they got wetter as I moved a couple of fingers into her front hole. Her pussy wasn’t as tight as her ass, but as I moved my digit in I could still feel the pulsating walls gripping at my fingers and squeezing them. Cum soaked down over my fingers, dribbling back down over my hand and wrist as I worked my fingers into her cummy cunt. Mom groaned as I worked both holes in unison, "Oh, Buffy, you are such a slut. You are my slutty, whorey girl."
I wiggled my tongue inside her rectum in agreement. Mom gave a squeak. I pushed harder, at the same time not stinting on fingering her dripping slit. Mom groaned and gasped. Her body bucked with enjoyment as my tongue and fingers did their sexy work. Cum slid down my fingers and wrist, as she juiced up with each hit. At the same time I was pushing my face and tongue as deep into her behind as I could manage. Mom squealed again, my actions were paying choice dividends.
"Oh, Buffy," gasped Mom, "That’s it, that’s my slutty girl. That’s my dirty, naughty Buffy slut. "
She moved away from me, letting her dress drop back over her delectable, and soaking, ass and pussy. She twirled and grinned at me, "So do you want your ass stretched like an elastic band?"
My nodding was so enthusiastic that I risked snapping my neck, "Yes. I want you in me now…"
I stood up and leant face down over the trunk of the car. I spread my arms across it like I was giving it a hug and opened my legs, wiggling my ass in invitation to Mom. From the corner of my eyes I could see her pulling out a strap-on and sliding it up her thighs; it looked a big one making my pussy so slick with excitement that it slid against the metal of the car. I tried to control my breathing, which was coming in starts and fits as Mom moved behind me. I raised my head and spoke, "Oh fuck me, fuck my slutty butt. I want you to fuck me hard."
Mom’s hands reached round my waist and massaged my slender frame. She lent forward, her tongue sliding up my spine, before she pushed aside my hair and ended with her mouth on the back of my neck. Her tongue lapped at me and her hands moved up and down. I got wetter. She kissed my shoulder, "You ready my little whore?"
I moaned in answer and moved my body enticingly, scraping my pussy over the cool metal of the car. Mom’s hands moved from my waist to my butt. For a few moments she was content just to fondle my firm cheeks, before she began to peel them apart. I felt the tip of the cock move between them, it slid in half an inch. I groaned, "Yes, Mom, fuck your dirty daughter."
Slowly Mom pushed the strap-on in, opening my ass. I groaned in pleasure. It was a big one and I felt my ass stretching as Mom forced it in. My Slayer healing means my ass quickly returns to virginal tightness, so no matter how many times Mom (and others) fucked my butt the next time felt like it was the first. Luckily Mom has had lots of practice at busting my anal cherry, so whilst my insides felt like they were being scraped with a poker she was also making sure the toy was rubbing up along my anal G-spot. Awesome waves of anal pleasure began to crash through my body as the dildo drove deeper. My body was moved along the slippery metal, my wet pussy leaving a trail and my nails scraping at the paint as the cock entered further in. I opened my mouth and squealed as Mom body pushed against mine, "Yes, oh yes, fuck me."
For a moment Mom left the cock in place, its full length in my butt. My walls squeezed at the rubber, I felt the nerve endings quivering like I was on another planet feeling myself from afar. Then Mom pulled back. I squealed as the rubber rushed back over flesh it had so recently pushed aside. But I had barely time to mourn my empty back chute before Mom thrust forward and filled it again. Her thighs banged into me sounding like a gunshot and feeling like I was being slapped by a boxer. The cock was buried so deep in my butt that the leather strap was rubbing against my hole. My tits rubbed against the metal as I moaned, "Fuck me, fuck my slut ass. I’m a whore, fuck me like one…"
"You are a dirty hooker," Mom agreed as she pulled herself out again. I could hear her grunt as she forced the toy down my ass again. I screamed in pleasure as the dildo banged over my G-spot, cum leaked from my slit onto the car. I scrabbled from traction, as Mom brought herself down on my ass again and again. Each hammering blow sending jolts like pleasurable electrical shocks. My body coursed over the smooth metal, driven by the pounding my butt was taking. Mom was grunting in exertion as she slammed my open ass. "That’s it Buffy. That’s it. Take my big cock. I want to open your slut ass."
"Aaarrrghhhh," I screamed as I orgasmed. A jet of girl juice shot from my slit, before sliding down the trunk like soapy water in a car wash. Mom continued to slam my butt, pushing away the orgasm only to replace it with one a hundred times more powerful. I bent my back so far that I could feel the vertebra snick together. My mouth opened and I yelled out, "Aaaaarrggghhh, yesssssss."
There was a pop as Mom pulled out. I slowly sagged down the trunk, letting myself relax and slide to the ground. I looked at Mom, she was leaning on the car as she struggled to get her breath back. She saw me looking at her and smiled, "You are such a good fuck, I should bottle and sell you."
"I don’t think anyone else could make me cum, like you make me," I responded in kind.
"Perhaps," Mom grinned, "Now do I take this dildo home to wash or do you want to clean it right here."
I grinned and licked my lips hungrily, "You know the answer to that…"
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