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City of Lost Angels	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 33171 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Gazing at the paused frame Cordelia felt guilty, sure the naked woman looking up at the camera as two huge cocks hovered over her looked a lot like Joyce Summers, but she wasn’t. Three things – Dawn was certain her Mom didn’t have a tattoo on her hip, second, Joyce hadn’t ever shown any inclinations to get gang-fucked on film and finally, she was dead. The only trouble was that just as Cordy was certain that this was just a very similar looking doppelganger Dawn was absolutely convinced it was her Mom. And staring at the still after watching the movie all the way through hadn’t made her any less certain. The teen nodded, "It’s my Mom, for definite."
"Um, Dawn," Cordy put a comforting hand on her friend’s leg, "You sure you just don’t want it to be. Your Mom is dead."
She waited for a possible explosion or angry retort from Dawn. Neither came instead the teen frowned, "I thought about it. We’re not innocents Cordy, we’re both from Sunnydale, we know you can raise the dead…"
"But we also know it goes wrong, and the person is just a shambling hulk… and Jay isn’t."
"No, she’s very much alive," Dawn said. She shrugged, "I know its really weird her coming back and not coming to see me and Buffy." She paused for a moment, "Though not as weird as just watching your Mom get dp’d by the guy who fucked my ass Monday."
"That’s true," said Cordy, "but it takes a really powerful witch or wizard to bring back the dead, much more powerful even than Will and Giles combined. I can see someone bringing back Angel or Spike, if they think the world need more champions, I could see someone wanting to bring back Darla or the Mayor if they wanted hell and damnation hitting the streets. I can even see Giles bringing back Miss Calendar or Will, Tara, if they had the power. But your Mom… that doesn’t make sense."
"I know," agreed Dawn, "but I also know it’s my Mom."
"So why hasn’t she contacted you or Buffy? I mean there’s easier ways of reaching out to you than starting in the business."
"Perhaps she needs the money?" from Dawn’s face she knew it was a lame answer even as she gave it, "I don’t know, but it is her. I mean Jay equals Joyce doesn’t it, much like I’m Dawnie Springs."
"You sure it’s your Mom?" Cordy asked one last time. Dawnie nodded and the older brunette sighed, "Okay, I’ll cancel the shoot with her Friday, say I’m ill."
"Why?" asked Dawn.
"Cos I’m due to be doing a porn with her and it’s your Mom," replied Cordelia.
"That’s alright. I’m cool with you fucking, I’m in the business as well so it’d be kinda hypocritical if I stopped you both just cos she’s my Mom," said Dawn smiling, "Anyways it means you can find out a bit more about what’s going on before I meet her."
"If you want," said Cordelia dubiously, "Should we ring Buffy?"
Dawn pulled a face, "No, not until I’ve spoken to Mom and she knows what a bitch Buffy became when she died."
*
On the bed a pale brunette was moaning in less than enthusiastic pleasure as behind her a muscular man twice her aged failed to give her his all. The cameraman turned shaking his head silently at Amy Madison, he was an old enough pro to know when the scene was going flat. The youthful porn director smile back at him, looking supremely confident. He shook his head again as if he doubted her optimism and then turned back to the camera’s viewfinder. Amy got up her chair, moving a little closer to her banging stars, "Let’s put a bit of energy into it."
Immediately the two stars seemed to perk up, the man ramming his dick harder and the starlet discovering erogenous zones she never knew she had; from being as flat as pancake the scene shot towards mountain territory. The cameraman briefly turned his head, this time the shake was in wonderment not warning. Amy smiled back, her smirk perhaps had a hint of condescension in it, but who could blame her when her words had cajoled the stars like magic. Not that it was the words, that would be too obvious, but a brief click of her fingers and a touch at the amulet round her neck had sent waves of mystical energy into the porn stars, revitalising them and bringing their A game to the fore.
After a few minutes they began to flag, the spell was powerful but limited. The blonde Director called out for them to shift position, again surreptitiously casting the spell. "Eat your bitch heart out Willow Rosenberg," she murmured under her breath as she took her seat, confident that the screams and squeals from the porn stars on the bed was enough to drown out her words. Just mentioning the word Willow made her quiver with rage, the amulet glowing and the fucking becoming so intense that the bed literally lifted to the cameraman’s obvious surprise. It was hard not to simmer with a burning vehemence whenever she thought of the redhead witch-bitch and her betrayal, so Amy tried not too. She fought down her anger, they didn’t know she was a wiccan, just a new director who seemed to have such a way with words that she could switch the lacklustre into the amazing. On the bed the porn stars slowed to a more respectable, if still frenzied pace.
She could feel the stud was about to cum before he did as her amulet warmed gently and made a hum that only she could hear. She stood up again, "Okay, let’s do the money shot. On your knees Liz, Monty shoot it all over her face, cover her." She clicked her fingers as the two stars moved into position, if anyone saw the movement they’d put it down as personal tic, same as the touch to the amulet round her neck and the brief movement of her lips like she was saying a short silent prayer.
"Wow, fuck," the cameraman was unable to conceal his surprise and awe at the amount of cum the stud pumped out. It would have been impressive on a guy less than half the stud’s age, on a man near fifty it was incredible. The cameraman kept his equipment pointed down as white strand after white strand blew from the large cock like a waterfall of cum, leaving the brunette frosty white, the goo covering her face like a milkshake had been dumped on her before sliding down in avalanche over her tits. The woman’s eyes widen in awe, like the cameraman, shocked at how much there was. The star was equally amazed staring down at his flaccid dick like he’d never seen it before.
Only Amy knew that a touch of magic had helped enhance the money shot. She stood up and clapped her hands in a brief burst of undeserved applause, without her spells the stars would have produced a video as limp and weak as Bambi, "It’s a wrap. Go get a shower."
The two performers got up off the bed, picking up some towels as they headed for the shower next door. The cameraman watched them go before turning and walking over to where Amy was standing. "That was something," he said, "I was sure that scene was gonna be a flop, but, shit, Amy you turned into a zinger. Not sure what you did…?"
"Magic," the young woman smiled as she replied, knowing that she was telling the truth, but the cameraman would think she was joshing him.
The man evidently did as he grinned back, as if she had made a joke and replied, "Well your witchy woman mojo is sure getting more powerful, cos that was one hell of a scene." He shook his head in admiration and bent down to his camera.
Amy continued to smile as she watched him put away his equipment, little did he know she thought how true his final words were. It had been one hell of a scene, that was uncontested, and the bits that weren’t could easily be edited out. But her power was growing, more and more, whether it was practice, or she was taking it from the sexual energy of the porn performers or another, darker, source she was becoming increasingly adept. She smiled at the thought soon she would take on Willow Rosenberg and make her and Buffy pay…
*
Leaving her car in the lot Cordelia entered the small studio complex, waiting momentarily at the reception for the producer’s assistant to come collect her. She’d been to this studio plenty of times before, a few miles from her apartment, it specialised in renting itself out for small low budget flicks, either student or porn; at any one time there were always a couple of one or the other being filmed. And today the porn quota was being delivered by a shot for the ‘Mother Fuckers’ website, which as its name implied specialised in sexy Milfs getting banged. Cordy followed the young assistant, obviously straight from college and thinking they should be on better things than a one day porn shoot. "You get changed in here," he said, as if he begrudged giving her that information, "Make up will be around soon. Make sure you’re ready for them." He didn’t open the door.
"Thank you," replied Cordelia her voice dripping with sarcasm.
He didn’t seem to notice, just turning abruptly and stalking down the corridor. Cordy sighed, he wouldn’t last a week unless his attitude changed, he might think she was nothing, but Producers and Directors knew the talent were the ones that made them money and pissy little film school graduates who thought they were Fellini were worth less than a couple of cents. She opened the door and entered the small room. There was already a woman sitting in there, naked and reading a magazine. And instantly, despite not having seen her for six years, Cordelia knew that Dawn was right and that this was Joyce Summers. The years had treated the Milf well, apart from the death thing, and she looked hardly any older than when Cordelia had last seen her, the summer before she went to LA aged eighteen.
Joyce looked up from her magazine and her expression showed instant recognition. Cordy smiled in return as Joyce stood up to greet her, "Charisma Carpenter?" the Milf asked confidently, "I’ve seen lots of your movies. It’s really good to be working with you."
Cordelia’s confidence that it was Joyce shook a little, the recognition was for her porn name not her Sunnydale self. She forced her smile back on, "I’m really called Cordelia Chase, you can call me that or Cordy when we’re off camera. You’re Joy… Jay?" she mentally kicked herself as she started the Milf’s real name, quickly switching to the porn star name her agent had given her.
The Milf didn’t seem to think anything of the slip, "Right on both. Jay’s my stage name, my real name’s Joyce Summers. As we’re going to be fucking you should call me Joyce."
"Sure thing Joyce," Cordelia put her bag down and began to undress. Joyce sat down again, but looked up obviously not at all shy about being in the same room as the rapidly disrobing Cordy, which was kinda lucky given why they were both here. Cordy folded her top and placed it in her bag, "So what do your kids think of you being in porn?"
Joyce looked confused, "I don’t have any children. Did you hear I did?"
Biting back the obvious answer that she went to school with one and the other was one of her best friends, Cordelia shook her head, "You just look the momsy type."
"I’m not," smiled Joyce, "I haven’t the patience" She cocked her head to one side as if suddenly thinking, "I did have children, I put them up for adoption."
"How many?" asked Cordy.
There was no immediate reply from Joyce her expression looking she was casting her mind back and trying to pull an answer from deep dredges of her mind, "Two. Both boys."
Cordy frowned, the woman was Joyce Summers, it couldn’t just be a doppelganger any more, but the reply was so obviously wrong. "So never married?"
Again a pause, before Joyce shook her head, "No, never met the one."
You were divorced from Hank Summers, Cordy thought surprised at the blatant falsehoods. She didn’t press, instead saying "So I know you’re new into movies. What were you doing before this?"
"I was a PA in Boise, Idaho," said Joyce instantly, surprising Cordy who had become used to the brief pauses, "Got bored and decided that I’d follow my ambition of being a porn actress. Just moved down recently, I’m loving it."
"Never lived in California before?" asked Cordy, as Joyce’s head cocked to one side and she started to think. Before she could answer Cordelia followed up her question with a prompt to remind the amnesiac or lying Joyce, "I come from Sunnydale; it was a couple of hours from here."
No, I’ve spent all my life in Boise," the lie was so fluent that Joyce was either the best actress in porn by a way or she was telling the truth, or at least what she believed to be the truth.
The door opened, before Cordelia could think of any more questions and in walked the make-up lady, "Hi," she said, "You ready?"
"In a minute," said Cordelia and pulled down her panties.
*
The entrance to the hotel was cavernous, stairs leading to wide, spacious balconies overlooking a large round space with a huge sofa in the middle, above which hung an oversized chandelier. The only thing that looked out of place was the reception, little more than a small desk with a bell; it was so unlike a modern hotel. And, especially, thought Faith, the type of cruddy motels she was used to. She put down her bag and rang the bell on reception, putting on a Giles type accent and calling out "Jeeves, come here my good man."
"I don’t think there’s anybody here," Vi said. She looked a little nervous, as if they were breaking and entering, not arriving somewhere the recently deceased Angel had gifted to the Slayer’s Council, of which they were members.
"No shit," Rona said looking around, distinctly unimpressed, "I bet this place is a bitch to clean."
"We could draw up a rota," said Vi. The other two Slayers looked at her in disbelief and she gave a wan shrug, "I was just saying."
"Pick yourselves a room," said Faith. "It’s yours, so you can do the shake and vac as often as you like. But we’re not here to set ourselves up as LA’s premier cleaners."
"We’re here to kill vampires," Rona nodded.
Faith frowned, "No, I’m here to get laid."
Rona smiled, "I like your plan, Faith."
"Vi frowned "but we will stake vampires as well?"
"Yeah sure ginger, whatever you want to do in your off-time is yours," Faith grinned, "Now find a room, unpack and then whaddya say we take in the sites for the afternoon – specially those sites which serve alcohol to drunken hot college kids."
*
"Almost ready," Joyce looked up from her seat to reply to the Director’s question. He nodded in acknowledgement and turned back to the crew to give them some last minute instructions. Joyce bent down and finished tying the laces of her gym shoes; they were the only things she was wearing.
The same was true for Cordelia Chase, the porn star was already back on the set having stripped out of her cheerleader costume and was sitting on the wooden bench, leaning back on her hands as the make-up lady brushed some powder over her cheeks. Joyce went over to join her. The set was made out as a locker room with Cordelia being a college cheerleader and Joyce playing her sexy coach. The make-up lady stepped away and Cordy looked up with a smile as Joyce approached, "So have done much lesbian banging before?"
The young woman was really friendly, ever since they’d met showing an interest in Joyce and getting to know her. The Milf grinned back and sat down beside the teen, "This is my second girl on girl shoot."
"Okay, but what about before, did you experiment with some sexy cheerleaders when you were at High School?" Cordy asked.
Joyce paused, thinking. It was a weird trick of memory, but whilst her memory since arriving in LA was crystal sharp, a result she was sure of finding herself so fulfilled (and filled) as a porn star, the memory before was hazy – in fact not even that. It was bits and pieces of a script without pictures; she knew she came from Boise and that her parents were Bill, a dentist and Marcie, a homemaker. But she couldn’t picture either of them or her childhood bedroom or remember if they ever went on vacation or had pets. She was sure they had neighbours but she had no idea who they were or what they did or what their house looked like. It was the same for school, she couldn’t believe that as a senior she hadn’t at least experimented with girls. She thought hard trying to remember and suddenly a name came to her, "There was this hot cheerleader, Patsy." Even as she spoke she remembered when, but not where or what, "I was a junior, she was a senior." A little more detail appeared her brain, like a script without pictures, almost as if it was someone else, "We had sex after a big game on her parents bed. It was really fun."
It seemed that Cordelia was about to ask another question, but she was interrupted by the Director, "Okay we’re going to do the pussy licking scenes now. Cordy you stay on the bench, Joyce you get between her legs."
This was the bit that Joyce liked best. The scene setting was needed, her coming in and flirting with Cordy and then them making out as they squeezed at each others butts and titties through the cheerleader uniform and Joyce’s tracksuit. But it was for fucking that Joyce had become a porn star, especially fucking hot girls and buff men; and Cordelia was one of the former. She got to her knees, in between Cordy’s open legs. The twentysomething’s cunt was shaven, a set of tattooed stars shooting out of it. Joyce licked her lips in excited anticipation and briefly looked up at Cordelia. The brunette looked as excited as she did, a broad smile on her beautiful face.
"Let’s start with some gentle kissing and licking," called the Director, "Action."
Leaning forward Joyce pursed her lips and kissed Cordy’s cunt, starting at the top and moving round to the bottom, planting little butterflies over the lips and the flesh around and in between. Above her Cordelia moaned and giggled and Joyce started to gently lick, her tongue gently gliding over the labia and the slit, dabbing at the already wet flesh. Her hand slid down to her own cunt and she began to gently rub at it, hoping that the camera would pick it up as well as her licking. Cordelia groaned, "Oh Jay, mmmnnn yes, ohhhh."
Joyce returned to kissing the cunt, her lips pressing lightly all over the hole and its surrounds. She could feel the wetness of Cordy permeating her lips and she ran her tongue over them, picking up the cum before sliding it gently up and down the outside of Cordy’s slit.
"That’s good," the Director called, "Now let’s see some finger in that cunt."
Joyce continued to lick gently as she brought the finger from her pussy up to Cordelia’s and began to work it into the hole. Juice leaked out as the digit went in and Joyce’s tongue moved to cover it, licking at the tasty as it seeped out. Cordy moaned and shuddered, shaking in pleasure as the finger went deeper into her warm hole, "Oh yeah, yeah, oh my pussy." Joyce’s tongue swept out, sliding into the hole that her digit was opening, tasting more of the sweet cunt juice, licking it away as it appeared and slithering over the soft flesh.
"Okay let’s go deeper, Joyce, spread her lips and get in," the Director instructed.
Joyce did as she was asked, both her hands reaching up to the hole and pulling it apart. Her face went down, her nose pressing into the top of Cordy’s quim lips as her tongue went in deep and hard. The brunette gasped and shuddered as Joyce ate at her cunt, the tongue pounding down at the soaking hole, sweeping around the pink, fleshy walls and darting deep into the tunnel. "Ooohhh, yesss, ohhh yesss, " Cordy squeaked and moaned.
Joyce’s tongue went faster and harder, slamming down and around the cunt. Each thrust was rewarded with a squeal and shudder, juice filling the brunette’s cunt. Cordy tasted so good, the Milf thought, so sweet and warm and sexy, like soda which had been left out on the table. Harder and harder Joyce slurped, ramming her tongue deep into the hole. She could see the cameraman from the corner of her eye, zooming in on her lithe tongue as it shot down the slot. She pushed her face down harder, slamming and slurping at Cordelia’s hole so that she could no longer see the man. Cordy gasped and bucked, moaning in pleasure, "Fuck, Jay, oh my fucking… shit, shit, shit…"
"That’s damn hot," called the Director, " Cordelia, stroke and cup your titties, make them wiggle. Joyce, we’re shooting from behind, quiver your hips and ass. Shame you haven’t got a tattoo there, seeing it move would be hot."
Doing as she was asked Joyce worked her hips from side to side, making her round buttocks wiggle sexily. Her tongue continued to dig deep into Cordy, as her palms outstretched round the cunt, her thumbs sliding at the labia and rubbing at it as they kept it open. Cordy shuddered some more and grunted, "Oh, urrrhhh, ooohh, aaaargghh." Her twat got even wetter.
"Okay, let’s go for the sixty-nine now," the Director called and the two porn stars reluctantly pulled themselves apart. "Joyce you lie on the bench, let your legs droop over each side. Cordelia you get on top of her."
Joyce felt the hard wood against her back as she lay down, it wasn’t relaxing, especially with her legs stretched out over the edges, in fact it was uncomfortable. But that didn’t matter, no with Cordy’s shaven slot descending on to her face. Joyce placed one hand on the twentysomething’s firm butt cheeks, gently guiding her forward and to the left so that the dripping cunt was above her mouth. Cordy’s own lips were down at Joyce’s slit, her finger joining them and opening the hole for her tongue. "Let’s go," said the Director, "Let’s see your passion."
The two porn stars went to work on each other, their fingers pushing at the pussies as their tongues licked and lapped and pressed. The cameraman moved from taking a wide-shot of them both into close-ups of Cordy’s face and Joyce’s cunt and then vice-versa. On the bottom Joyce shuddered, feeling the bench shake beneath her, the wood creaking and squeaking as the weight of two people crushed down on it. The Milf grunted and moaned, "MMnnn," her finger still working into Cordy’s shaven fuckhole, "Oooh, mmnn, urrrhhh." The touch of Cordy’s tongue against her clit was heavenly and the feeling didn’t get any less intense as the brunette’s finger went deeper in, probing towards further sensitive spots. Joyce gasped again, her eyes fluttering as the orgasm hit her, "Ooohhhh."
"Use some more tongue, Joyce, don’t let Cordy do all the work," the Director gently admonished her. Joyce blushed at her amateur mistake and brought her head up the couple of inches needed to reconnnect her mouth with her colleague’s cunt. The Director nodded in approval before saying, "Joyce move your hands round so that they’re both on Cordy’s ass and play with it."
The fortysomething blonde did as instructed, keeping her tongue flicking at Cordelia’s pussy, whilst sliding her hands over the brunette’s buttocks, her palms gliding over the round mounds until they reached the crevasse between them. Joyce could feel Cordelia’s excitement as the middle-aged porn star squeezed at the younger woman’s cheeks, prying them apart and tickling over the butthole with her little fingers. "Oh yeah, Jay, fuck, yeah," the brunette momentarily lifted her mouth from Joyce. The pause was only temporary before she went down again, her tongue and finger moving quicker and more passionately into the wet cunt.
Joyce shuddered in pleasure, her cunt on fire, she could feel the warmth in her hole, the juice filling it and seeping from her walls. The brunette licking it was an expert, bringing Joyce to the boil like she couldn’t remember. She briefly wondered if Patsy or anyone else had brought her such ecstasy – if they had it was forgotten; it made her suspect they never had, she would remember pleasure like this forever. She groaned again, "Ooohhh, oohhhh," but this time her pause was only temporary before she returned her tongue to the twentysomething twat above her, slurping and slamming at the soaked hole.
She licked faster and harder, running her tongue over the smooth flesh and puffy lips, making the labia quiver and the hole leak. The cum trickled over her lips and against her tongue, sweet like strawberries, seeming to permeate her tongue, oozing into the lithe organ as it swirled and swung around. Her hands continued to ease Cordy’s cheeks, spreading them open and teasing the tight, puckered butthole. The brunette shivered and returned the ecstasy as hundred-fold. Again Joyce’s head dropped from the cunt, hitting the bench as she squealed out, "Arrrhhhh, urrrhhh." The cameraman zoomed in on her contorting, pussy soaked face and she squealed some more, "Aaarrrhhh, yessss, Charisma, yessss…"
The brunette continued her work, her finger and tongue diving deep in a unison of purpose, sweeping over Joyce’s G-spots – the orgasmic face Joyce was putting on wasn’t the result of any acting. She shook again, squeaking in excitement and tried to raise her head. She failed as another orgasm hit her, making her back bend and her head smack hard at the bench, the wooden slats quivering beneath her. "Aaaaarrrghhh, yessss, aaarrggghhh."
"Let’s take a short break," called the Director. "Cordy you want to put on the strap-on? Joyce make sure your ass is ready for it, there’s a couple of small dildos and a butt-plug over on the table, take your pick.
*
Antiques shops should be musty, thought Dawn, smelling of old books and seasoned wood. They should be cluttered high with objects, mysterious mixed with mundane and with tags hanging from them the prices scrawled in hand. Kate’s dealership wasn’t like that; the books were all neatly arranged in glass shelves, the more valuable or fragile locked away, the rest open for perusal. The wooden furniture, drawers, shelves, tables was neatly arranged and the tags printed out by computer. The only hint of tradition was that amongst the vases and the china and the paintings was the odd artefact of mystical, though usually hidden, power.
Kate Lockley was talking to a customer and Dawn waited patiently for her to finish, waving away Kate’s assistant. As she stood she picked up a vase, playfully turning it round in her hands.
"Be careful with that," Kate smiled as she walked over to her friend.
"Why? How much is it worth?" Dawn tipped it over to see the sticker on the bottom, "Three hundred dollars? Jeez, no wonder you’re not a cop." She continued to look at it for a moment, before carefully replacing it on the shelf, "Guess if we drop this we wouldn’t be fuck buddies any more."
Kate smiled, "I’ll still want to bang you, but the buddies bit might be a bit frigid for a couple of weeks."
Dawn smiled and with the tip of her finger pushed it a further few inches from the edge so that the only way it would topple of would be if there was an earthquake, "Better safe than sorry."
"You ready?" asked Kate. Dawn nodded and Kate called out to her assistant, "I’ll be back in an hour, taking lunch." She slid her arm through her friend’s and walked out of the shop into the bright sunlight. Almost in unison the two women reached into their purses and brought out their sunglasses, Dawn’s oversized and covering half her face, Kate’s mirrored so passers by could reflect in them. The two of them strolled down the street, "So what you getting?" asked Kate as they entered the tattoo parlour.
"I think this butterfly picture I saw," Dawn said and turned to the receptionist, "Dawn Summers. I’ve got the 12.30 appointment." The receptionist nodded and directed them to a small backroom. The teen sat down on the chair as the tattooist came in. she pulled out the picture of the tattoo she had chosen a dark blue butterfly with red hearts emblazoned on her wings. The tattooist nodded and checked her ID. Satisfied she was over eighteen, even if only just he asked where she wanted it. Dawn smiled and undid her pants, pulling down the elastic of her thong to point to flesh just over her pussy, "Here."
"Yeah, that’s fine," the man quoted a price, got her comfortable with her pants down and her panties to her thighs so that he could work and began the tattoo.
Dawn gave a small grimace of pain as the needle stuck in the first time, but quickly the pain subsided as the skin numbed itself. She turned to Kate, "So do you think it is my Mom?"
"I never met her, you and Cordy did," Kate’s voice was neutral, which suggested to Dawn her friend didn’t think the busty blonde porn star Cordelia was at this very moment fucking on film was Dawn’s mom.
"It is," Dawn was utterly confident. She frowned, "It’ll be kinda weird having Mom in the business."
"If it is her," Kate said, pausing for a second which accidentally or deliberately emphasised her words. After a moment she continued "What are you going to do?"
"Well, it’s her life, so I’m not going to interfere," Dawn replied, "I’m not Buffy. But actually I find it kinda cool, I mean I love the biz, so it’d be really great to have Mom in it as well. I always loved to share things with her, but they were like really childish things, y’know which boy band I had a crush on, what teacher was banging which teacher. Now we could talk about things that really matter. I wouldn’t want to shoot with her, but it’d be really fun for her to watch me or me to watch her and exchange techniques."
"What about Buffy?"
"She doesn’t have to know, at least not at first. I guess after a bit I’d let Willow know cos she’d go running to Buffy like a springer spaniel chasing a car."
"And if it is your Mom," there was that ‘if’ again, thought Dawn as Kate continued, "what will she think of you being in porn?" The tattooist raised his eyebrows for a second, before concentrating on his work.
"What are you? My Priest?" Dawnie said, but she felt her smile slip a little, "I guess she’s gonna be okay with it. I mean she’s in it as well so she can hardly have moral objections, not without being a total hypocrite." Her Mom wouldn’t be like that would she, wasn’t she always trying to be a role model to Dawn and Buffy, a do what I do Mom, not a do as I say not as I do. Dawn was sure she had been. But she wondered if she might have been a little quick in leaving the initial meeting with Cordelia, who had many good qualities, but not necessarily tact.
*
Cordy adjusted the strap-on so that it was comfortably round her waist and between her thighs. A few feet from her Joyce Summers was sipping a soda with one hand, whilst using the other to keep her asshole flexed with a dildo. After several hours of make-up and filming Cordelia had no doubt that the woman was Buffy and Dawn Summer’s dead Mom. There was a lot of evidence against; none of the answers to Cordy’s carefully phrased questions fitted with what she knew of Joyce, from the gender of her children to where she’d lived before LA. Nor, from what Cordelia knew of the pre-death Joyce Summers, was she had an enthusiastic, energetic and exhibitionist nymphomaniac. But despite these cons there was one big pro, two if you counted the fact they were startlingly similar looking, and that was Cordelia’s gut instincts and they were never wrong – well, not very often.
The brunette porn star wasn’t sure how Joyce had been brought to life or why and certainly not how they were going to let Buffy know (who was more than a bit freaked about Dawn being in the business). But she knew it was Joyce. Cordy took a sip of her own soda; if Joyce had been lying about her daughters it would have been easy to deal with. But in their conversation it had become obvious that Joyce wasn’t, what was coming out of her mouth was garbage, but it was garbage the blonde Milf was sure was true. Cordy wondered if what Joyce needed was just to see Dawn and then like in the movies all the pieces would fall back into place and the mystery would be solved. She put down her soda, "So do you fancy going out clubbing sometime? If you’re new in LA I can show you spots."
"Pick-up clubs?" said Joyce, "Dick a divorcee nights?"
"Girls and guys," replied Cordy, "What you say? I’ve got this friend, she’d be great fun to go out with, she’s in porn as well - Dawn Summers."
"So that’s why you were asking me if I had children," Joyce smiled, "You thought cos we had similar names we’d be related." She shook her head with a laugh, "That’d be weird wouldn’t it, if I had a daughter who was in the same business."
Cordelia tried to keep her expression as neutral as Switzerland, "Yeah that’d be real strange, but what if you did?"
Joyce frowned as if thinking, "I guess it’d be kinda okay, I mean I enjoy it, so as long as she’s not doing it to feed a drug habit or anything I’d be fine. I always thought if I was gonna be a Mom I’d want to be one of those really cool kick-ass Moms, who could chat about the finer parts of ass fucking with her kids. Guess, it’s lucky I gave mine up for adoption, fuck knows how they’d have turned out with me… probably junkies"
"They turned out alright, I mean they would have turned out good," said Cordy mentally adding, though one’s so uptight she’s got a stick in her and the other is a porn star, luckily not a junkie one. "So you up for going clubbing?"
"Sure, sounds fun, bring my ‘daughter’," Joyce laughed as she put finger quotes round the word.
"You two ready to start again?" called the Director.
"Yes," they replied putting down their drinks and in Joyce’s case also pulling the toy out of her ass.
"Okay, let’s start with the straight fucking. Joyce you’re standing up, lift up your leg at a right angle and rest it on the crate."
Joyce did as she was told, balancing one leg on the floor, whilst the other rested on a large crate supposedly full of used cheerleader uniforms, but in reality just filled with sandbags to give it ballast and stopping it tipping over. Even with the weight the position was still precarious and Joyce placed her opposite arm straight out against the wall to give herself some balance. The other slid down to her pussy and pried apart her cunt, "I’m ready," she giggled.
The cameraman gave a thumbs up and Cordelia nodded, holding her strap-on in one hand and stroking it gently, "Me too."
"And action," the Director called.
"Come fuck me Charisma, come fuck me hard," Joyce writhed seductively against the wall, her entire body shouting out her need to be taken.
"Yeah, Jay, let me screw that fucking wet hole of yours," said Cordelia stepping forward.
The cameraman knelt following her as she guided the toy slowly into the waiting hole. Joyce groaned and shuddered, her pelvis moving outwards to take the dildo. Cordy pulled back slightly, adjusting her angle and coming in again, pushing the strap-on deeper, sliding it between the damp tunnel walls. Joyce let go off her pussy, satisfied that the dildo didn’t need any more help from her spreading it and gripped at Cordy’s waist, "Do it, do it. Fuck me, fuck me for the team."
Cordelia went back again, her hand still holding the dildo as she dipped it in. Further this time and then further again. She let go off the toy and placed her hand against the wall, next to Joyce’s head, using it to lever herself back and forth. The Milf groaned, her eyes alive with pleasure and her tongue licking her lips in sexual anticipation as Cordy gradually rocked the toy deeper and harder. Beside them the cameraman knelt focussing on every inch of dildo as it slid up the Milf’s slit. On the opposite side from him a sound man held the boom, recording every moan from Joyce, every pant from Cordy as she moved quicker and harder, "Uh, uh, here it is Jay. Here’s my fucking dick for your lesbo cunt."
"Yeah, that’s it, Charisma, fuck me with that big dick. Fuck me like you’re a man and I’m your woman, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me good," Joyce purred and breathed, her hand gripping at Cordelia’s waist so hard that the brunette could feel the nails nipping at her flesh. She went back and then forward, thrusting the dildo so hard that Joyce’s eyes widened and her body shook as her back was smacked against the wall. Her mouth opened and she moaned, "Arrrghhh, ohhhhh, I want that big dildo in me. I want to be fucked, I want you to fuck me so much."
The brunette pounded harder, ramming the dildo into the older porn star’s cunt, making her squeal and shudder. Beside them the cameraman was catching every shiver and contortion, every thrust of the toy; zooming in to focus on it gliding down Joyce’s open hole, her cum soaked cunt lips enveloping it as it went in. In and out Cordelia went, panting and grunting as she hammered as hard as she could. Her tits bounced and jerked, clashing against Joyce’s large swinging pair, the nipples erect, the flesh wet with sweat. "Yeah, this is it. Let me fuck that cunt hole. Let me fuck it hard."
"Ohhhhh, ohhhh, urrrghhhh, aaarrghhh, yessss, fuck me, fuck my twat, fuck it Charisma, aaaaargghhh, ooooohh, urrrhhhh," Joyce’s head was pressed hard against the wall, her mouth and cheeks straining and her eyes shut hard. "Ohhhhh yesssss, aaaaarrgggh, yesssss!"
"Okay," the Director called, "Let’s move to the bench for the anal."
Cordelia stepped away, pulling the dildo away with a slurp; it dripped cum onto the floor. She walked over to stand by the make-up girl, the middle-aged woman squirting a generous helping of anal gel into her palm and working it into the dildo. Cordy took a glass of water from the Director and sipped the cool liquid as she watched Joyce lie front down on the bench, legs either side of it. The cameraman was behind her, framing her as she used the bench as a masturbation aid, sliding up and down the wooden slats, moaning gently. Her hands reached up to her ass, pulling apart the cheeks to reveal her hole. The camera zoomed in capturing the closed hole, as the boom hovered over her to catch her excited groans, "Come fuck me Charisma, come and bang my butthole."
"Let’s shoot some anal," the Director clapped his hands.
Joyce moaned in pleasure as she continued to rub her wet pussy over the smooth, varnished wooden slats, her hands pulling open her cheeks. "Fuck my ass, screw it open," she moaned as Cordy stepped over her. The brunette stood over the Milf, gazing down at the hole and licking her lips in anticipation. She took the toy in her hand and began to guide it to the waiting anal fuckhole. She was going to fuck Buffy Summer’s Mom, she was going to fuck her in the ass. "Give it me hard," moaned Joyce as the tip of the toy touched her tight, taut, backhole, "I want that cock hard, and deep. Fuck my ass."
Cordy lowered her haunches pushing the toy deeper. She could see the hole slowly expanding as the toy entered, the walls gripping at the plastic and encasing it. She moved gradually at first, her thigh and calf muscles straining as she lowered herself down and levered herself up. Joyce moaned loudly, her hands still pulling apart her cheeks to allow her fellow porn star easy entry. Cordelia pushed deeper, feeling the pressure from the Milf’s tight tunnel, forcing it anyway and opening her asshole.
The Director called out, "That’s looking good. Joyce move your hands, you’re blocking the view. I want a good shot of that cock going in."
Joyce’s hands moved to touch the floor, her palms resting on the tiles, leaving little palm prints in their smooth surface. Cordy carried on gradually working it, keeping the pace nice and easy as the camera focused on the hole and the toy going into it. I’m fucking Joyce Summers, fuck I can’t believe I’m fucking Buffy and Dawn’s Mom on film, Cordy thought, Buffy will go ape-shit if she finds out. The Milf groaned and shivered, her ass arching up like she was trying to meet Cordy. The toy pressed against the brunette’s clit, sending a wave of pleasure through her. She surveyed the older woman’s round perfect cheeks and the hole in the valley between them, a hole she was filling. I’m fucking Buffy Summer’s Mom, Buffy will go fucking crazy, but its worth it.
"Fuck her harder Cordy, Joyce I want to hear you squeal in pleasure," the Director said.
Cordelia upped her pace and power, pounding vigorously at the butthole. The dildo shot down, stretching the tunnel and hitting at the Milf’s walls. Joyce squealed and arched, her head nodding and her butt raising, "AAArrrghhh, yes, fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck it good."
It was good, tight and fuckable. Cordy hammered harder, her hands reaching down to rest on Joyce’s lower back, her fingers pressing at the skin and massaging it, her palms resting and sliding over the waist and onto the mounds of the buttocks, her nails scraping and scratching at the flesh. She sped up, each thrust going deeper and deeper down the hole, as the other side of the strap-on bouncing at her own clit, making her wet and driving her wilder with lust. "Uh, uh, uh," she grunted, pounding at the hole, fucking Mrs Joyce Summers, fucking the Sunnydale Milf, fucking Buffy and Dawn’s Mommy dearest. It was intense, it was close to taboo, it was delicious, "Uh, uh, uh," it was exhilarating, it was exhausting, it was exciting, "Uh, uh, uh," it was the best job in the world.
"Ooohhh, aaaarrghh, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!" screamed Joyce, "Fuck my butt, ram it open, screw it sideways. Make me cum, make me cum, make me cuuuummm!"
The toy slammed down the tunnel deeper, the full length vanishing into the tight hole, the brunette’s thighs clasping the Milf’s butt, their sweaty skin brushing and rubbing at each other, the perspiration darting between them like it was contagious. Joyce’s hands were gripped and her back was bent, her blonde hair was awry and her head up, her mouth open and her face contorted. "Yeaahhhhh, aaaarrghhh, I’m loving this. I’m loving you fucking my ass. Give it me, I can take it harder, give it me Charisma."
The brunette did so, all her porn performances were at least good, this one was excellent, a butt-reaming of almost mythical proportions. Joyce screamed and writhed, her sexual pleasure radiating from her like she was glowing, her ecstatic activities a superb partner to Cordy’s expert and energetic bottom pounding. The cameraman moved around, taking the action from first one angle and then the other, shooting the toy slamming down and the women’s bouncing bodies and their faces, twisting and contorting in pleasure. The boom lingered above them, catching the pants and screams, the sound of flesh against flesh and rubber pounding down the anal chute. Buffy was pissed at Cordy banging Dawn on film, she’d go ballistic seeing how hard the brunette was ass-fucking her Mom; it would have been almost fun to see her face as the blonde found out except, her shrieks of fury might have rivalled her Mom’s shrieks of orgasmic joy. "Aaaaaaarrrghhh, yessssss, aaaaarrrghhhh."
"Okay Joyce, on your knees, I want you to suck that cock," the Director called.

Cordelia pulled herself of the Milf, gazing down at the back hole as she did so and wondering, not for the first time, how a butt that had been that violently and widely opened would ever shrink back to size again. The cameraman might have thought the same as he shook his head in awe as he took a few seconds footage of the gaping cavern before Joyce got up and onto her knees. "Suck it Jay," grinned Cordy as she held it out.
"Mmnnnn, yes," giggled Joyce and wrapped her lips around the dildo that had just been extracted from her backhole. Her head bobbed back and forth over the toy, her eyes gleaming with excitement and lust as her tongue slid over it; as if she hadn’t had enough with her asshole being filled her fingers moved to her pussy and she stroked at the wet slit.
Cordelia groaned in pleasure, her hands on Joyce’s head, encouraging the blonde Milf to suck more and harder, making the toy rub against her already stimulated clit. "Yeah, suck it jay, suck my dirty dick," she moaned.
The cameraman knelt beside them, concentrating on Joyce’s greedy mouth and the large plastic cock, before panning upwards to take in Cordy ecstatic face, her own lips pursing in pleasure.
"Okay final shot," called the Director, "The two of you sit on the bench and kiss."
Cordy got down, the dripping wet dildo between her thighs. Beside her a naked Joyce Summer’s sat. As the cameraman continued to shoot the Milf and younger brunette closed in on each other, their hands stroking and fondling the other’s thighs, waists and titties. Their lips pressed together and after everything else they’d done Cordelia Chase found herself kissing Buffy’s Mom, passionately, excitedly. The Milf’s tongue pressed back at hers, swinging round like it was trying to wrap itself round her tonsils. Cordy’s hand squeezed at Joyce’s titty, making her kiss harder and more intensely.
"Cut," called the Director.
For a few moments the two porn stars ignored him and the sudden bustle as they crew started to pack away the equipment, instead continuing to kiss and touch. Until Cordelia broke with a smile, "That was fun."
The Milf nodded, "It was the best shoot I’ve done. That ass-fucking was heavenly."
"Glad you enjoyed," tittered Cordy, "You really ought to come out with me and Dawnie sometime. You’d enjoy, we’re always finding hotties and studs to fuck."
"Count me in," giggled the Milf.
*
"Night Giles," Buffy closed the door and stepped back onto the sidewalk, raising her hand in a small wave as her Watcher’s car drew away from the kerb and down the street. As soon as she saw it’s back she turned away and walked the few feet to her house. It was dark and silent; if Buffy had been easily spooked she’d have called it foreboding. But she was a Slayer just back from patrol so she just called it empty. For a moment she imagined what it would be like to have Dawn back, sitting at the kitchen table guzzling all the cookies, then she scowled at the thought of her tramp of a sister; she’d probably be fucking some random guy on the table instead – being a total whore.
Buffy fumbled for her key, taking a few seconds to find it and fit it in the lock. The door opened into darkness, the only sound the tick of a clock on the wall. Buffy switched on the light, there was a plate with some salad and a cold slice of pizza on it, a thin wrap of Clingfilm over it to keep it, somewhat, fresh. There was a note on the table beside it, Buffy smiled as she opened it, ‘Buffy. I’ve left you something for when you get back from patrol. Out on a date, so don’t wait up. Will.’
Buffy folded the note and unwrapped the plate, Willow was often out on dates nowadays. Ever since she’d come back from LA she seemed to be more confident in her sexuality; if there was a girl she was interested in she no longer hugged the wall and avoided her, but went right in and put on her charm – more often than not it worked. Buffy was sure that this new found confidence was cos her friend had almost certainly banged her High School frenemy, Cordelia Chase, though Buffy had never asked. She was almost equally sure that Willow had also fucked with Dawn; she hadn’t asked that either. But if she had she wouldn’t blame her friend – Dawn was putting herself out on a plate, Willow was bound to want to sample her.
Buffy finished her meal and washed and dried the dish. Switching off the light she walked up the stairs in blackness, her Slayer senses meaning she was as sure footed as if there had been a light. She entered her own room, making sure the curtains were closed before turning on her light and getting out of her patrol clothes and into her pyjamas, leaving the top unbuttoned. As the laptop on her desk powered up she knelt on her knees and pulled out a big box from beneath the bed, opening it and carefully placing her stakes, knife and throwing axe in their cradles. She reached in again and pulled out a smaller metal box, pausing for a second before dialling the combination and opening the smaller chest.
First out was her dildo, eight inches of thick plastic topped by a bulbous head. If she hadn’t had a real cock for too long the plastic replacement was almost as fun. She paused before pulling out the second item, it was DVD still wrapped in its cellophane. She unpeeled it and opened the box, twirling the DVD around her finger as she clicked open the laptop tray and feeding it in. The machine whirred as it accepted the disc and started to scan it and Buffy took another look at the box cover. It was her first lesbian porn purchase "Charisma Loves Girls 3", with a picture of a naked Cordelia on the cover, her arms round the waist of two equally nude porn stars (though with their nipples and pussies covered by some strategically placed stars). Before ordering it she had carefully checked that there was no Dawnie Springs, she was depraved enough to dildo herself to Cordy fucking other women, but there was no way she was sick enough to want to watch the porn star doing it with her little sister.
A cute little Korean teen, aged about eighteen, appeared on screen walking down the street in her cheerleader uniform, swinging her cute tushie at the camera as she passed it, ‘Starring Lane Kim’ superimposed over her. Buffy slid her hand under her pyjama bottoms, her fingers crawling to her slit, running over the lips and gently prying them apart as her anticipation rose. She fought to control herself as her excitement rose, the Korean teen was so sexy and innocent it was hard to believe that she and Cordy would be fucking soon. The brunette was waiting at the corner, also clad in a cheerleader costume. "and Charisma Chase" superimposed itself on the screen as Cordy and Lane lent in and kissed passionately.
Buffy’s fingers spread her hole wider and she picked up the dildo with her other hand, sliding it into her mouth as she watched the two porn stars arrive in a bedroom and begin to make out on the bed, pushing aside soft toys and teen magazines to make space. It was so hot to watch and sexy and disturbing; how could this turn on the blonde Slayer? how could watching Cordelia’s mouth latch on to Lane’s tit be making Buffy so horny? how could it make her cunt tingle and ache? It wasn’t taking the porn stars long to get undressed, first their tops and lacy bras, their mouths and hands playing with each others tits and their skirts and panties, showing the tattoo stars bursting out of Cordy’s cunt and the multi-coloured butterfly at the top of Lane’s thighs.
"MMnnnn, oohhhh," Buffy moaned to herself as she rub the toy, lubricated with her saliva over her pussy, pressing it at her clit and make her labia lips quiver as she pushed over them. Once she had known she was heterosexual, now she didn’t know what she was – one fuck with Faith shouldn’t have even turned her bi; she had been alone, desperate for sex and the brunette had been available. It was only an experiment, one that meant nothing…
She slid the toy into her cunt as she watched Cordy’s mouth move again Lane’s cunt, her old High School frenemy kissing and licking at the hole, driving the teen Asian into paroxysms of delight. Buffy tried to match her, working the toy into herself, exploring the tunnel as she searched for the spot that made her squeal with delight.
"Aaarrrghhh," she gasped as she found it. There was liquid on Lane’s quim lips and glistening in her thin strip of pubic hair; saliva and cum intermingled as Cordelia’s tongue and fingers worked together. Buffy pressed the toy deeper into her own pussy, staring at the screen as if scared that if she took her eyes away something would break. With her spare hand she was massaging a titty, fondling and squeezing it inside her pyjama top, making the baggy material flop out like a tent flap caught in the wind.
The two porn cheerleaders had swapped position, now it was a naked Cordelia lying on her back, moaning and gasping as Lane’s lips moved against her mound. Buffy gasped again as a wave of pleasure swept through her; she had never realised at school how big Cordy’s titties were or how they would shake as the brunette writhed and came. They were round and juddering, bouncing like a couple of jellies, unlike Buffy’s small pert ones which were a firm handful clasped between her fingers, but both porn star and Slayer’s nipples were erect and hard, and both their cunts were soaking and dripping. Buffy’s dildo went in harder, as Lane’s tongue sped over her frenemy’s cunt.
It was just a phase she was going through, thought Buffy, an experiment in testing her sexuality that she was taking to the limits, she wasn’t a lesbian, it was just the pressures of leadership. The two cheerleaders were kissing again, their tongues flickering in and out of each other’s mouths as their hands stroked and touched naked flesh. Buying one DVD didn’t mean anything, thought Buffy, it could have easily been straight porn and admiring hunky, well hung studs; in fact if she hadn’t known Cordy she wouldn’t have been interested in her at all and would have probably rented some gay male porn.
Cordy was on her hands and knees, Lane pulling apart her butt cheeks. "Ohhhh, oooohhh," Buffy arched her back, feeling the roughness of the material against her naked skin as her top rode up her back. She moved the dildo harder, pressing and pushing at her G-spot as Lane started to lick at Cordy’s asshole. "Fuck," Buffy gasped "Fuck, ooooohhh." Had Willow fucked that selfsame hole? had she stuffed her dildo up it and ridden the brunette skank? Lane’s tongue was pressing in and Cordy was squeaking in pleasure, her own fingers diddling her cunt.
Harder and harder Buffy hammered at her twat, slamming down the dildo like she was going all ultra-stakey on a vampire. Her body screamed at her to go faster, to plough her pussy more vigorously, to slam the dildo into it as energetically as she could. Cum stained the pyjama material, a dark patch against the light blue cotton. Cordy was screaming and shrieking on screen, her body rocking as Lane’s tongue was buried in her ass, her fingers in the brunette’s slit, pumping and pounding at the hole.
"Fuck, aaaaarrghhh, ohhhh," Buffy shrieks reverberated round the room so loud that she was glad she was alone. She slammed and hammered the dildo, feeling the pleasure rise higher and higher and higher, until her eyes were forced shut and her face contorted and a wave of pure ecstasy overwhelmed her.
On the screen Cordelia screamed louder and slumped on the bed, Lane falling on top of her, the petite Korean’s lips closing on her screen lover’s. Buffy breathed heavily and ejected the DVD, leaving it in the tray as she wiped her fingers clean of her cum, before putting the disc back in its case. And then she placed the case back in the small chest and the small chest in her weapon’s box and that under the bed, making it as hidden as her secret, her dirty, depraved, secret that she had the hots for other women.
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