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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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"Left!"
I swung my left foot round like a ballet dancer. It hit the red demon with a satisfying crack. He made a little scream as his head swung back at an angle that didn’t match his body. I grinned at Kendra, "That’s three."
"Right!" she screamed.
I twirled to my right my little scythe in my hand. It smacked full in the face of the blue demon who’d been trying to get me from behind whilst I’d be kung-fuing his pal. He gave a deep groan as he fell forward, a splurt of green gungy liquid shot out from his ruined face. I ducked to one side – I’d just got a new jacket and the last thing I needed was an expensive dry cleaning bill.
"Four," I turned back to Kendra who was busy exchanging punches with the last demon, best described as a pinky-yellowy colour – put it this way if we skinned demons he wouldn’t be my first choice for a handbag. As I watched Kendra powered an uppercut under his jaw and he literally found himself lifted off the ground as he flew six feet back and landed at my feet.
"Below!" shouted Kendra.
"I know," I shrugged and brought the scythe down, "That’s five."
"He was mine Buffy," said Kendra peevishly, "You only finished him, I got him."
"Hey, the competition was who got the most demons, not who punched them before hand," I said and grinned, putting my hands on my hips and looking at Giles to ref.
My Watcher looked up from the notebook he was scribbling on and his face went into that Gileish expression when he wishes he were elsewhere. I could see his point, there were two Slayers standing staring at him, even dumb men would see this was a no-win situation and Giles was as bright as that proverbial button everyone keeps going on about. He took of his glasses and wiped them… hard, "A draw, I counted five each."
I don’t know what Math they teach in England, but to my mind with eight demons there was no way we’d got five each. I could see Kendra thinking the same. And Giles. He realised his sums were out, "Five each, including two which were shared…"
I folded my arms and gave him a look, "Which two?"
"Any two. It’s awfully warm tonight" replied Giles. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and mopped his brow. Me and Kendra were fine and we’d been the ones doing back-flips, somersaults and flying kicks. But I could see Giles had made his decision – he can be as stubborn as a locked door when he wants to be. He put the handkerchief away and looked at us, "Very good partnering though. The co-ordination was excellent, Buffy was a bit slow on a few of her kicks and Kendra sometimes you moved out of position – we’ll work on those in training tomorrow."
"Do we get cookies?" I grinned at Giles.
He gave a distraught look as he patted his pockets, "I didn’t…er… bring any. When you said you wanted a biscuit for each demon you slayed I thought you, er, were making a joke."
I had been. I mean I’d been grinning ear to ear as I said it, but Giles sometimes has the humour of a rerun of Barney Miller. But I had killed the most demons, so I wasn’t going to tell him. My face fell into a saddened expression and I said emotionally, "No biggie."
"I’ll bring some tomorrow, with chocolate chips," said Giles, patting me on the shoulder.
I grinned broadly, and Giles did a double take, "You were joking…"
"Hey, if I can’t jape after dusting five demons when can I?" I smiled and Giles smiled back.
"Have we finished?" it was Kendra. She was standing morosely by, her arms folded and a bored look on her face – she’s not someone for small talk, even less since she and Willow broke up; yay for Will I say.
Giles looked around the park, the demon bodies were already dissolving – in an hour or so they’d be gone. But until then someone needed to stick around, bits of demon lopped off and treated make for powerful spells. He nodded to us both, "Yes – I’ll stay here, for a short while, but you two can get off."
We started to head to the bus stop, Kendra as silent as if words were rationed. For a few moments we walked without a word, until I said, "So you and Will, break up?"
"Yes. I am single," said Kendra. Four words in a row was pretty much the equivalent of a speech. And she then upped it by saying several more, "It is leaving me… itchy."
Either Will had left fleas in Kendra’s panties as a parting gift, which I doubted, or my Caribbean Slayer was missing getting a regular pounding from my friend. I tried to look wise and all-knowing as I gave a nod like Yoda, "I know what you mean… if I don’t get it regularly I get that itch as well. It’s one you can’t scratch on your own…"
"I try…" said Kendra. She blushed, "With Mr Pointy…"
"I hope you didn’t use the sharp end," I quipped.
Dumbly I’d forgotten Kendra doesn’t have a sense of humour as she replied, shaking her head, "I used the top."
"Yeah I use lots of tops," as I said as I thought about the butt-bangings I’d had over the last year, lots and lots of tops had used my bottom. Kendra stared at me blankly. I shook my head, "Doesn’t matter. Look it’s still early, why don’t you come back to my place for a bit."
"Is your Mom in?" asked Kendra, her lips upturned in a smile.
"Yeah, I think," I tried to appear innocent.
"Will she fuck me?" asked Kendra.
I shrugged, "I guess."
*
I was in luck. Not only was Mom up and waiting for me, so was Miss Calendar. The cute IT teacher claimed she had only come round to check Giles hadn’t been putting me in mortal danger (he had, I’m a Slayer – we’re hardly going out for chicken wings and a coke). I believed that claim as much as I believed in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, especially as when she and Mom saw that I’d brought Kendra round Miss Calendar giggled and whispered to Mom. They’d both had a glass of wine otherwise I think they might have remembered my hearing is Slayerish, so I could hear Miss Calendar suggesting what she’d like to do to Kendra and me; and Mom agreeing.
I had similar plans.
I moved beside Kendra and slid my hands on to her butt. She gave a little moan and Miss Calendar and Mom drained their wine. I licked my lips and gave a sexy little pout that I know makes Mom wet. It also seemed to do the same for Miss Calendar as she slid her hand over her pants to rest above the pussy. I leant forward, pushing out my titties, "We’re hot after our patrolling tonight. We’re a pair of sweaty Slayers. We should go upstairs and shower."
"Good idea," grinned Mom as she took another sip of wine, "Why don’t you. Me and Jenny will come up and scrub your backs in a moment."
"I don’t want my back scrubbed," said Kendra, "I want my butt-fucked."
She’s not one for the social niceties. Luckily Mom and Miss Calendar are broad minded about these type of things; the teacher giggled and Mom smiled, "Oh, Kendra, I’m sure we can do that as well."
"Come on," I hooked my arm round Kendra before she asked for a written guarantee, "Let’s shower and make ready."
As we undressed I explained that it was rude when she and Miss Calendar was a guest to just say that she wanted to be banged without any preliminaries. This confused my Caribbean Cleopatra, "I want it, you want it, they want it. Should we not be clear?" I sighed and turned on the shower; and I thought I was a slut.
I stepped in under the hot water, and gestured to Kendra, "Come in."
She came in, sulkily, but she came in. After our beating of the demons we were sweaty and I was pretty sure at least some of the smell was demon guts; it wasn’t only for courting reasons I’d suggested the shower. But at the same time, seeing a naked Kendra with soapy water running down her dark skin made me heat up and the liquid stirring in my pussy wasn’t just because the shower nozzle was squirting directly on to me. I slid my hands up her flawless skin, wiping away soapy suds that dripped down her, only for them to reappear as she continued to massage the shampoo into her hair. My hands reached her titties and I squeezed, pushing them together. Kendra groaned, "Your Mom is not here yet…"
I licked a soapy nipple, moving one of my hands back down so it was cupping her smooth mound and teasing her slit; "We can start without her… make us wanton and wet for when they come."
"Oh," said Kendra. She wasn’t resisting as I kissed her tittie again, but this time joining it with a finger in her puss. She gave a little moan, arching and moving as I moved my lips up her chest and to her throat. My finger slid a little deeper and I began to wiggle it against a pussy wall. Kendra giggled with pleasure, and I felt her move two fingers into my slick slot. They slid down my hole and pushed at my bud.
This time it was my turn to murmur "Oh."
I opened my mouth and kissed her, pushing my naked wet body against hers, sliding up and down on her soapy titties as the warm water surged over our bodies. Our tongues battled together as our lips crashed and our elbows shot back and forth like oil derricks as we hammered fingers into each other’s soaked cunts. I could feel the warmth of her tight teenage twat as my finger tickled and teased at her; the walls squeezed at me – daring me to pleasure them more. My own hole was doing the same to Kendra’s digits, as she pounded at my bud. I could feel her nails scratching and biting at my clit, little sharp pincers of pain. However, it didn’t matter – the soreness was drowned by the warm, sensual rush of pleasure that was bursting in me, flowing through my body like a stream of golden lava. I kissed Kendra harder, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth.
The door to the shower opened; "Looks like the two naughty sluts couldn’t wait," said Miss Calendar. Like Mom she was naked and her pussy was glistening with lust.
Kendra blushed, as we broke the kiss; she looked down at her feet and mumbled an apology. I didn’t – I knew from the wicked smiles on Mom and Miss Calendar’s face neither had been expecting us to be behaving like two little Julie Andrew’s in the shower. Instead I twisted round so that rather than having a good view of my firm ass, they were looking at my pert tits and tight pussy, their attractiveness magnified by the hot soapy suds running over them, "Yeah, we’re a pair of bad bad teenagers. I was so wrong to touch Kendra without you," I put my finger in my mouth and licked away - it still had the taste of her juice on it; "We ought to beg for forgiveness."
I dropped to my knees and licked my lips, nudging Kendra to do the same. Mom and Miss Calendar smiled; "I think," said Mom, "that a little cunt lapping will put us in the mood; won’t it Jenny?"
Miss Calendar stepped into the shower and put her hands on my shoulders, "A clean pussy is a healthy a pussy and nothing cleans like a Slayer in a shower."
I paused long enough to lick my lips and dived in. The snatch was smooth and its taste was sweet. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mom leaning against the corner wall, holding Kendra as she buried her face in her hole. I’d have felt jealous of the other Slayer if I hadn’t been lapping at Miss Calendar. My tongue drove in as I pushed my face against her soft skin. The quim lips quivered as my tongue swept between them and into the warm moist hole. I shot round, exploring and probing at the wall, darting and diving into each tiny crevice and nook. Cum flooded my tongue as my teacher moaned in pleasure, "That’s it slut, eat my cunt like a whore."
Beside her I could hear Kendra’s loud slurps and my Mom’s moans as she encouraged her in, "Lap it up, Kendra, lick my twat, I want it cleaned, I want it wet and cleaned, clean it…"
Continuing to explore Miss Calendar I moved a finger down to my own hole. I could almost feel heat radiating off it, like I was on fire. Liquid dripped down from it before I touched, a mixture of shampoo, shower water and my cum. I slid my finger in, finding and touching my clit as I moved my tongue over Miss Calendar. She shuddered and squealed, "Fucking cuntlicker, lick my cunt you dirty whore!"
I did, lapping at it in excitement and driving her bud wild with her tongue even as I did the same to mine with my finger. Mom and Kendra were doing the same, the dark Slayer copying my trick of fingering her slit as she lapped Mom. The only difference was that Mom was leaning against the wall and fondling her own tits, whilst Miss Calendar’s was leaning forward balancing herself on my shoulders. Cum and hot water mixed in the bottom of the shower, forming into patterns and swirling down the plughole. Mom and Miss Calendar were shuddering from our tongues, the cries they were making a guide to the high level of orgasms they were having, "Yessssss, aaaaarggghhh, oooooohhhhh, aaaaaargghh, urrrrrrrr, oooooohhhhhh… yesssssssss!"
Miss Calendar’s juice slid easily down my throat as she arched her back and screamed, "That’s it whore, I’m cumming, I’m gonna cum over your slut face."
More cum gushed out, into my mouth and over it, dripping down my lips and over my chin, splashing over my nose. Miss Calendar screamed again, but the racket Mom made drowned her out as she came. I pulled back, back briefly looking at the wetness, glistening pussy in front of me before looking up at Miss Calendar, smiling. She gave me a quick grin back, before looking at Mom, "What do you say Joyce? Have they cleaned our pussies enough?"
Mom laughed, "It’s not just the shower that’s been making me wet. If Kendra carries on she’ll have me raw."
Kendra looked pleased. I sniffed, Mom is becoming way too easily satisfied – I’ll have to work at that.
Miss Calendar nodded, "Let’s get dried," she smirked at me, "and then we can give the Slayers some treats."
I was out of the shower so quick I almost sent Miss Calendar spinning. I picked up a towel and held it, "Do you want a hand?"
Without waiting for an answer I stepped over to Mom, who was nearer to me that Miss Calendar and gently started to run the towel over her. For a second Kendra, paused then she smiled and picked up a second towel to dry Miss Calendar. I moved the towel slowly, allowing it warm woollen fibres to play over Mom, massaging her gently. She tittered and giggled, getting louder as I moved from her shoulders, over her tits and back, sweeping round to her waist and tummy, before moving to her butt. And from their I started to dry the wettest part of her body; though even as I moved the towel back and forth over her slit more liquid appeared, soaking the towel. Mom gave a moan and I felt a hand on my shoulders; it was Miss Calendar, near to tipping over as Kendra ran a towel down the inside of her thigh. I smiled as I continued to dry Mom, bringing my towel round in small circular motions down her thighs and calves and finishing bent over her feet, "You’re dry," I said before I briefly kissed her pussy lips damp again.
It had taken so long to dry Mom and Miss Calendar we were almost dry. It only took a few sweeps of the towel to leave only our hair and pussies still damp; and by the time I’d finished the energetic fucking I was about to get – well my pussy would be even wetter and my hair sticky with sweat.
"Okay," Mom grinned, "Let’s head to my bedroom."
She gave my butt a quick slap to encourage me to move, not that Kendra nor I were reluctant. We giggled as we skipped to the room, Mom and Miss Calendar following. I jumped on the bed and spread my legs open, "Who’s going to fuck me first?" I sang.
"And me," said Kendra as she joined me. She opened her legs so that her calf lay across mine. Both of us moved our hands, almost in unison, to our wet cunts and started to peel the hole apart with two fingers.
Over by the drawers Mom and Miss Calendar pulled on a pair of strap-ons and in a whisper made agreements on who was doing who first. They turned and walked towards us. Mom got onto the bed beside me and stroked my titties, "You want me to fuck that tight little pussy then?"
"Yes please," I said politely as I looked at the ten inches of plastic dangling from Mom’s pelvis. It made me get wetter; becoming even more so as Mom replaced my hand with her own on my pussy. She rolled on top of me, kissing and licking at my throat and chin, as she stroked my slit, and slid her finger in. I moaned, louder when she withdrew it; "Oh fuck me."
It wasn’t the finger that pushed into my slit next, but the dildo. I moaned as it went deeper into me, sliding down against my wet walls and over my sensitive clit. I could feel Kendra shuddering as she too was entered, her leg moving up and down mine, or perhaps mine moving up and down hers, or both moving together. The dildo went deeper as Mom pressed down, her large tits being crushed between our bodies, her nipples, as erect and hard as mine, pushing into my flesh. I swung the leg that Kendra wasn’t pinning to the bed round and onto Mom, looking into her eyes I murmured, "Fuck me, fuck me hard."
That really is like asking the Pope if he’d mind saying a prayer. Mom drove down, slamming the toy in with so much force that my clit almost exploded. She gave a grunt of exertion and rammed down again, her tits bounced against me. I shrieked as she came down a third time, the dildo hammering my clit into the wall, "That’s it, Buffy," Mom said through gritted teeth, "Let me ride you, let me bang that pussy."
I squealed again and arched my back as the pleasure flowed through me. Kendra was gasping and moaning as well, Miss Calendar slamming the dildo into the teen with the same force Mom was giving me. As Mom continued down I gripped Kendra’s hand and squeezed it, she squeezed back as she enjoyed the hammering she was getting. The Milf and the teacher continued to bang us two teens, the bed creaking in protest as they slammed us down into the mattress. Kendra and I squeaked as well, though our squeals, though as high-pitched as the beds, were more in excitement and encouragement. "Fuck me… fuck me… rip my pussy… I’m yours… I’m your slut Slayer… fuck me Mom… fuck me Miss Calendar," we screamed and cried.
Mom and Miss Calendar were panting with exertion as they hammered their dildos into our slick, wet, slots. There bodies slapped into ours, as they grunted out oaths and promises, "Fuck, fuck, fuck… I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk… take it deep you dirty slut… fuck, fuck, fuck."
Sweat was all over me, soaking my body; my perspiration, Mom’s and even some of Kendra’s and Miss Calendar’s. My hair was wringing, but nothing was as damp as my cunt – hammered to oblivion by the dildo. I shrieked as the orgasm hit me, my back bent and my head swivelled back and forth like I was starring in ‘The Exorcist’. Beside me Kendra was screaming as well, shaking like she was having fit and Miss Calendar was holding her down – only the movements of Miss Calendar as she slammed in and out giving lie to the vision. I gasped and ran my foot over Mom’s ass, telling her to carry on.
She did. Her and Miss Calendar continued to ram our hot teen twats until they were almost raw. I orgasmed again and again, so did Kendra; our cries filling the bedroom. Suddenly Mom paused and looked at Miss Calendar, "Swap?"
"Hole or Slayer," grinned Miss Calendar back.
"Both," replied Mom as she pulled herself out. She gave my thigh a small slap, "Turn over for Jenny, Buffy."
"They’ve got cute little asses, haven’t they?" said Miss Calendar appreciatively. I gave mine a wiggle in agreement.
"Let’s see how cute they are after we’ve gaped them open," said Mom.
I was sure they’d still be pretty damn cute, even if they were a bit more reddened, but I didn’t. Instead I turned my head towards Miss Calendar and said, "Come fuck my butt, Miss Calendar, let me be your anal slut;" I know how she loves dirty talk.
There was a moan from Kendra, as Mom started to feed the dildo, slick with my cum, into her ass. I watched for a few moments, savouring the way Kendra wiggled and Mom shoved, the way the toy slowly opened round the toy, letting it in but barely. And then Miss Calendar started to do the same with me, lying herself on top of me and start to push the dildo into my ass. As always it was tight, my Slayer butt swiftly returns to tightness not matter how often and how much it is elasticated. Even with Kendra’s cum lubricating the dildo it wasn’t sliding easily in. Miss Calendar was holding it and grunting, as I moved my ass up from the bed – rising to meet her.
"That’s it my fuck-slut," grunted Miss Calendar, "Open your ass for me."
Slowly, painfully, pleasurably Miss Calendar pushed the dildo down my ass. I groaned as I lowered myself onto the bed, her weight on top of me, until the toy was fully in my, "That is so good," I moaned, spreading my hands in front of me and gripping the bedclothes in expectant preparation, "Now fuck your little Buff-slut."
I gasped and groaned as Miss Calendar really started to plough my ass. Her body slapped hard into mine as she pushed up and down, her hands either side of my body. I could feel her firm tits, with the hard nipples, in my back every time she slammed on top of me. My own tits rubbed pleasurably against the quilt, sending little electrical stimuli shooting round from the erogenous zone. It was nothing compared to what the dildo was doing to the nerve endings in my back chute, as the toy zapped my pleasure centres into another planet. Miss Calendar came down harder, pushing me deeper into the bed, and making my pussy, already juicy, soak some more; "Take me harder, I’m your whore, please stretch my slut ass," I screamed.
Mom was slamming Kendra with the same passion. I couldn’t see the cock being rammed down, not unless I wanted to twisted my neck into a position that might break it. But I could see Kendra’s face contorting with pleasure and hear her shrieks, like me her hands were opening and closing, pulling at the bed clothes as if in some way that could control the anal orgasms pounding through us. And Mom was panting, always a good sign, "That’s it Kendra, that’s a Slayer, keep in place, that’s it…"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck…that’s it…take it all… I’m your Slayer slut… bang my ass… aaaarrggghhh... yesssssssss... I’m cuuummminnngggg" the four of us grunted and shrieked, cried and called, shouted and moaned as the two older women slammed their dildos deep into our teen asses. I orgasmed once, twice, three times and then lost count as the explosions within me began to merge into one continual wave of pleasure. My throat was sore with my screams and my ears ringing as Kendra yelled equally loudly beside me. I could feel the dampness of the bedding below me as my cum and sweat combined to soak through the quilt and onto the sheets. I could see Kendra was the same, a sheen of perspiration on her forehead glinting in lamplight. And more sweat was dropping on me from Miss Calendar, slipping down from her forehead and sliding down the curve of my back. Harder and harder she pounded, no words from her or Mom any longer, just guttural grunts of exertion.
Me and Kendra were making it up for them, screaming orgasmically, "Yessssss… yessssss… aaaaaaargrrghhhhhh… aaaarrrghhhh…. I’mmmmm... cuuummmming!
My butt was in heaven and bringing the rest of my body there. I screamed and shook as my insides were turned into orgasmic jelly and my brain went mushy. All I could feel was the pleasure, all I cared about was the orgasms. I was dimly aware of Kendra and Mom, but they seemed in another planet, barely glimpsed through a shimmering haze. I screamed again, "AAAArrrrghhhhh... yesssssss…yesssss…. yessssss!"
And then it ended. Miss Calendar gave a gasp and pulled her cock out of my shaking ass, dropping beside me. For a few moments we watched Mom pound Kendra, before she gave one final moan and slumped down, exhausted. We lay there, sweat covered, exhausted, satisfied, "We must do this again," said Mom.
I nodded, so did Kendra and Miss Calendar – all of us in agreement that this had been one of the best fucks any of us had enjoyed.
We never did all meet again.
Darla killed Miss Calendar the next day.
Dru killed Kendra within the fortnight.
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