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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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I was in trouble. Not as much trouble as if I was waitressing in a pizzeria surrounded by a dozen hungry vamps and being out of garlic bread – but still trouble. And it was totally not my fault… I mean who designed a car where the gas pedal is like right next to the stoppy pedal; that’s just dumb. I looked out the front and made a face; the front of Lilah’s car was looking a little more demolition derby than a moment before and I guessed the steam hissing out of the front wasn’t a good sign either. Not that it mattered, I was confident I could have turned the open-top sporty into a lump of squashed metal, glass and plastic and as long as I gave a Buffy smile whilst flashing some gash I’d be forgiven.
Nope the problem was what I’d hit. I’d spent most of the summer avoiding cops like I was a teenage runaway. So running into the back of one of them wasn’t my brightest moment. I could see that the car only had one passenger, a blonde speaking into the radio.
I straightened my sunglasses and undid an extra button on my blouse as the cop car’s front door opened. Out she stepped; plain clothes - jeans and white jumper – she was a cutie, so things were looking. She also had a pistol strapped to her waist, which was more downing – medieval weaponry only ‘tis me. She paused, surveying the damage, before slowly walking over towards me.
I gave a small smile as she stopped by the car, looking down over me. I shifted position so that she could see down my top, hoping that she was interested in teen titty. I undid my seatbelt, and stretched, "I think I may have bruised my ass, officer."
"Sure you have," she nodded and then gave a look at me sternly, "You Lilah Morgan? This car’s registered to her."
For a second I was tempted to say ‘yes’; Lilah had lent me her car, I could say her identity came as a freebie. But one look at the cop suggested she had too many smarts for me to lie to and get away with it. I shook my head, "No, she let me borrow it," I paused, not wishing to give my name, but the cop nodded and seemed to expect me to continue. After a silence, which was starting to move into the uncomfortable zone, I continued, "My name’s Buffy Summers."
The officers smiled, "Detective Kate Lockley, LAPD. Now Buffy, if I radioed control they’d be saying you’re sixteen? Seventeen?"
I nodded, busted, " The latter."
The blonde cop shook her head with the despairing look of seen it all before, "I should bring you in. But what could I do? You’re seventeen and if you know Lilah, you know she’s a cut throat, I mean literally a cut throat and she’d have you out, thumbing your nose and wiggling your ass before I’ve even finished the paperwork." She looked at me with a concerned look, "My car’s not harmed, only a scratch and no-one will notice that. But you… look Buffy, I know Wolfram and Hart, they’re not the fluffy cuddly lawyers from Perry Mason, they’re not even corporate lawyers out to dump toxic waste on Erin Brockovich. I mean Wolfram and Hart are evil, if I believed in demons, I’d say they were these guys were them in human form. And if your girlfriend is working for them…"
Was Lilah my girlfriend? I wondered. Yeah, we’d got close over the summer and I guessed I’d been dumped when I left Sunnydale. But the lawyer was still paying for my services, even if we’d move from cash in a brown envelope to direct debit into my college fund. I shrugged, "We’re just friends."
"Believe me Buffy, Wolfram and Hart lawyers don’t have friends, they have meals; let’s hope you’re the ticket and not the dish." Kate turned and started to head back to her squad car, suddenly she stopped and looked at me, "You’re a good looking girl, Buffy, but Lilah isn’t after you for that – cute and sexy fucks are a dime a dozen in this city."
I frowned, angry, that I was just been seen as the dumb blonde LA picked up and spat out; I wasn’t. I was a Slayer. I waited until Kate had opened the door into the car, without replying. She paused, looking at me, expecting some answer - a pleady whine that I knew what I was doing or a cutting Cordy remark to show that I was as hard like metal. I gave neither and after a few moments Kate shrugged and got into the car. I watched as she drove off and then headed back to Lilah’s car; there was a phone in my bag and I better give the lawyer a call – about the crash, not the cop.
*
"What you think?" I pulled down my pants and the underwear beneath them to show Lily my mons. It was newly inked, with
RESPECT
THE
PUSSY
etched sexily into my flesh.
"Nice," admitted Lily looking green-eyed monster at my new tattoo. I gave her a grin and pulled up my pants again as she continued to explain the edge of jealousy, "You wreck Lilah’s car and she still insists on paying for your new tatt."
"Little finger and wrap," I said, "Anyway she gets to see it up close and personal, so she’s okay with me invoicing it to her – she said she’ll write it off as a tax thingy."
"Hmmmpf," snorted Lily and headed into our small kitchen. I followed her as she asked, "Coffee?"
"Sure, it’s not like I was planning an early night," I nodded. My plans were to do my shift in the Green Demon, hit the clubs to bop the night away; then see if Lilah had finished her meeting (she said it’d be after midnight) and if she had I’d head to hers for a different type of bopping. I was still a little put-out by my encounter with the cop earlier and asked, "You don’t think Lilah’s using me do you?"
"Of course she is; you’re her summer sex on the a stick Summers," said Lily, "It isn’t true love is it? But you using her as well so it makes you evens."
I shook my head, "That wasn’t what I meant. You don’t think she could be, like, using me as a Slayer."
Lily put down the chipped cup she was holding, "Asked you to slay any vamps threatening her clients?" She smiled as I shook my head, "Look Buff, she doesn’t even know you’re a Slayer. I haven’t told her and you haven’t and its not like legal firms have a big interest in who’s a Slayer and who’s a Vampire. It’s just screwing and lots of it; enjoy it, enjoy her, take the perks. The cop was winding you up, its what they do; they hate pretty runaways, makes them jealous – especially those who are being fucked by lawyers who make their money fucking over cops."
"I guess," I said. I wasn’t so sure. Kate hadn’t struck me as bitter, more like she was sad – as if this city sucked something out of her like it was a Vampire and cops were its prey. I shrugged, it didn’t matter – I was a big girl and like Lily said, it was just screwing and lots of it.
*
I had a night of it at the Green Demon, the lesbian strip club where I hostess. A bridal party was in for a bachelorette do and all of them were up for trying new things, and I mean all of them… I kept the drinks flowing and allowed them to feel up my butt as I placed them on the table, until the bride worked up the braves to ask me if there was a room where we could have some privacy. There was; for two hundred dollars and I get twenty-five percent…
It wasn’t too private though as Lily joined us, as after a few minutes did the bridesmaids, the brides’ Mom and the Groom’s Mom. Shall we say the things we did might have been new for them, but not for me and Lily, which isn’t to say it wasn’t a very fun couple of hours and left me thirsting for more fun until Lilah was finished in her meetings…
Which was why hitting ‘One to One’ a trendy LA club was such a great idea. From some woman she knew Lily had got us some tickets and a little flutter of eye-lids at the bouncer, who didn’t know that he wasn’t my type, got us in without having to queue. The drinks might have been expensive, but the evenings earlier entertainment had left us flush with cash. And the dancing was hot and sweaty, I lost myself bouncing around energetically – working off the tension from the morning meeting in a frenzied series of dance moves. I was so hot, having so much fun that I even danced with some guys, stretching and preening in the middle like I was a puma on heat. No touching though – I was purely ornamental.
Lily thought otherwise, I love the girl – in a friendly way – but she has no taste and the last I saw her she was making out energetically with a balding fiftysomething man with a gold watch. I gave a wink and disappeared back onto the dance floor with my cocktail. By the time I return, sticky and dishevelled, like I’d been writhing in a sauna, she was gone. I grinned, looked like Mr Gold Watch was giving her a ride; he might be ugly, but with a Rolex that chunky I guessed Lily wasn’t too fussed. I looked at my own, less expensive, watch; it was way past midnight.
I headed somewhere quiet, and pulled my phone out of my bag. It rang a few times before I heard Lilah’s voice, "Buffy?"
"Hi, it’s past twelve, I’m Cinderella and I’ve turned into a slutty pumpkin," I giggled.
There was a sigh from Lilah, "I’m still in meetings Buffy. Working for Wolfram and Hart, I need to make certain… sacrifices…" A man laughed at her end and I could hear him say something, though even with my Slayer hearing I couldn’t make it out. Lilah obviously put her hand over the receiver as she replied cos it was all muffled, but, to me, audible; "It’s the Slayer – she’s wanting to know when we’ll be finished."
The man said something and then Lilah’s voice was back, clear and sharp, "Hey Buffy. We’ll be late… lawyery stuff – lots of Latin phrases; not worth seeing you tonight, but I’ll see you soon?"
"Sure, I’m good," I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice and slide a little horniness in; it doesn’t do any harm to remind Lilah I’m a hot and frisky teen tramp, "Give us a call. See you later."
I switched off the phone and wondered how Lilah had found out I was the Slayer. I shrugged, it hardly mattered, Lily must have mentioned it and been too embarrassed to say she’d slipped up.
*
I said some very uncomplimentary things about Lilah Morgan as I hurried along the sidewalk. I’d been working on the assumption that my nocturnal nookie provision would be by the sexy lawyer, but as she had bailed I’d need someone else to warm my bed. Now, the One to One was a great club, for boogying and it makes the sweetest, fruity cocktails; and if I had wanted a man to warm my cockles it was the place. But it wasn’t the place to pick up sexy hot girl on girl chicks…
Luckily, it was a Friday night and the Heart Alone was still open. It wasn’t the best lesbian singles club in the LA area, but it was the nearest… Even so I was expecting all the real cuties to be taken. As I headed in, I could see I was correct. It wasn’t that the remaining clientele were like really ugly; it’s just it’d have to be a hungry vamp who’d want to snack on them – though some were so big they’d make a meal for him. I headed for the bar, with luck I could down enough cocktails quickly enough that at least one of the patrons would be, if not gorgeous, at least passable.
I had just headed to the bar and ordered my first cocktail when I decided to change my opinion. Two redheads were emerging from the restroom, their dresses shimmering with in the clubs light and short enough to show they were on the pull. I sipped, they looked similar and off the same age; twins I guessed, but not identical. One of them saw me apprising them and whispered something to her sister. I was concentrating so even above the din of the bar I could hear the words, "See the blonde checking us out? Cute looking…"
I then gave a wiggle so my dress slid a little further down my bosom. It didn’t show much and it could have been accidental, though my sexy smile was giving them such a come-on that you’d have to be as naive as a nun to believe I wasn’t thinking naughty thoughts. The second sister nodded and turned back to her twin, "Out of our league Justine."
That’s a problem with being blonde, pretty and teen; too many potentials think you’ll be a stuck up preppy who only puts out for the cheeries, rather than a nympho slut slayer who’s so horny she’s at risk of going postal if she doesn’t get some. I gave them both a smile, raising my glass in a toast and gave my lips a seductive wipe with my tongue. If that didn’t tell them I was available, well there was a brunette chick, who wasn’t too overweight, sitting down the bar and hogging the peanuts. Luckily the two redhead twins took my bait, the first one smiling at me and murmuring to her sister, "I think she may be up for it; you never know she might even be up for being shared."
Of course, I was up for being shared by two redheaded twins, it might not have been a fantasy up until thirty seconds ago, but it was swiftly becoming one. I smiled as the two twins walked over; as they approached I could almost smell the sexual desire of them – like me they were up for a bit of fun. But a bit of foreplay never does any harm; I stood up as they neared and walked over to an empty table, sipping my drink as I moved. The two twins smiled and moved with me, "Mind if we join you?" said the first one.
"I’m on my own," I said as I gestured at them to sit, "Buffy Summers."
The first redhead got down, "I’m Justine Cooper. This is my younger sister, Julia."
Julia joined her sibling, "Only by a couple of hours."
I’d been right, "You’re twins then. Is it true you do everything together?" I swirled my straw round my glass before taking a dainty drink, looking up at them with seductive eyes as I sipped.
Justine nodded, "Oh we do everything together. We share an apartment and anything in it is both of ours… food, clothes;" she paused and gave a seductive smile, her hand sliding across the table to touch mine; "friends…"
"I think sharing… friends is fun, especially for the friend," my hand moved over Justine’s and I looked at Julia, who was less forward than her sister, "I like making friends as well… do you?"
Julia blushed and her sister laughed. The quieter twin looked at her sister, before turning back to me "We like making new friends."
"Casual friendships are best, friends for the night," Justine said.
"They are," I. Our eyes met and we smiled. I sipped the cocktail once more, it wasn’t finished, but I was sure the bar staff had to clear up lots of half-finished drinks at closing time. I stood up, Justine and Julia doing the same. I slid my arms through theirs, "Shall we go somewhere and become… friends."
"Our place is ten minutes from here," said Justine. Her lips touched my cheek and her tongue slid over it
*
It was a short cab ride to the apartment to their place. It wasn’t in the worst part of city, but it wasn’t in the nicest either. If there was no burning bins being hovered over by down and outs there was still an alleyway, the smell of which suggested that refuse collection was not a biggie. It was the type of place yuppies lived before they became yuppies, where they’d boast at later dinner parties of their life on the wild side. As if to cement my impression, another cab was pulling up after us – coincidentally it was the chubby peanut eater from the bar and her cheap-suit wearing pick-up. I gave them a polite nod and then went with the Cooper twins up the steps, leaving the newcomers to neck passionately.
The corridor to the twins’ apartment was dully lit, the electric bulb sparking intermittently. As we walked towards there door I slid my hands down to their butts and squeezed; they both giggled and returned the favour, their hands caressing my cheeks under my dress. I let Justine turn me, as we reached the door, and as her sister unlocked it I locked lips with the ‘older’ twin. Her hands stroked my shoulders as we made out, before they dropped down my back. My zip went down, followed by my dress and as the door opened, I was topless. I giggled and let myself be guided in.
"Nice pair, very firm," said Justine fondling my titties. Julia had switched on the lights, bathing me in their glow. Unlike the outside the apartment was homely, a mixture of modern quality, but inexpensive, furniture and some older, but not tacky or cheap, decorations – obviously family knick-knacks. Justine continued to play with my teenage pair. She winked at her sister, "Have a try, Julia."
I giggled as Julia came over, her hands reached to my midriff pushing me towards the kitchen counter. I stopped moving as I hit it and gave a moan as Julia’s mouth moved down to my tit and her tongue flicked out like as snakes. It bounced against my hard nipple, sweeping round and round. Her sister moved beside us and her mouth met mine, I began to kiss passionately as Justine’s hand began to firmly squeeze the tittie her sister wasn’t licking.
"I love you being friendly with my tits," I moaned, kicking off my shoes, "Play with them like they’re freely free."
I closed my eyes and let my senses drift, enjoying the sensation of tongues and lips caressing and touching me. One of them, I wasn’t sure which, made a move for my dress flopping round my hips. I groaned and helped myself out of it. It dropped to the floor, leaving me naked apart from my cross, "Oh," I moaned in pleasure, "Share me, share Buffy."
"Mmmnnn," "Mmmmnnnn," both Coopers were suckling my tits, their teeth lightly nibbling the teats as their lips pressed into the fleshy mounds themselves. I felt myself drip with pleasure as they both slid their fingers down to my pussy at the same time – who says twins don’t think alike? Their digits teased and tickled at the lips and around the quim, before first one and then the other slipped in. My body tensed and relaxed as I was penetrated, my top thrusting upwards and outwards. Julia and Justine ate my tits harder, slurping them in like they were jelly.
"You look like you could do with a muff-munch," murmured Justine.
"I could live with one," I agreed.
The redhead stepped back, allowing her sister to carry on playing with my tits, then she undid her dress and took off her shoes. Her naked skin was flawless and beautiful, the small bush showing she was a natural red. She dropped to her knees in front of me and I saw her smile as she read my new tattoo… "’Respect the pussy’… I can agree with that, can’t you Julia?"
"Mmmmnnn," slurped her sister in agreement. She shifted her mouth from one nipple to the other and slid a cummy finger round the teat she had just finished sucking.
"Mmmnnnn," I agreed as Justine opened my cunt with her fingers and moved her tongue in. She had done this before… a lot, I was betting. Her face pressed into me, as her tongue swirled round and round, slurping and lapping at my wet walls and exploring my excited slit. I quivered and gasped, my body stretching and contracting in time with her tongue touches. The intensity grew as she hit my clit. Her first pass was just a feint, a small exploratory touch that was nice, but not Alderaan going up in smoke. I gave a small moan and placed by hands firmly on her shoulder just to show she’d got the right place. For a few more moments Justine continued to play with me, tickling another part of my puss with sexual licks – they were good, but I wanted a clit hit. I moaned, "You know the spot, make me cum."
Her tongue shifted and swept round my wet hole. But this time it didn’t just tease, but continued to shove at my clit. I gasped as my spot was hammered, the erogenous zone exploding in pleasure as Justine lithe tongue raced over me. I screamed in pleasure.
Julia knew she couldn’t compete with her sister. She straightened up, a small string of saliva trailing between her mouth and my well munched tittie. Stepping backwards she dropped out of her dress; her body was firm and appealing like her sister’s, but with a pussy so smooth she must have shaved it before going out. She moved another few steps backwards so she could see both me and Justine perfectly before she began to rub her slit gently, exciting it rather than finishing it; "Me next…"
I gave a series of squeals as Justine’s tongue pushed me over the edge of orgasm. My body quivered and my pussy detonated with joyying delight. I could feel the cum leaking out the hole and, even as Justine stepped back with my juice on her lips, my cunt was wanton and willing for more. Julie was moving forward, licking her lips with a sensuous hunger. Her sister put her hand on her chest, stopping her. I almost clunked Justine – didn’t she know one pussy lick was never enough? But the redhead just smiled, "Let’s head to my bedroom; it’s more comfortable."
The wooden floor was a bit cold and the counter edge was digging into my back, so I shrugged and nodded, "Sure… as long as Julia gets a taste of me."
"Oh, she will. We share," said Justine, "But don’t you want to eat some cunt as well?"
"I wouldn’t say no," I giggled as Justine headed to her room. Julia took my hand and we followed into the bedroom, like ducklings following the quacking mother duck.
Justine moved onto the bed, spreading her legs and patting the bed beside her. She smiled at me, "I told you me and Julia shared everything; shall we share you?"
I slid onto the bed, "Yes."
"We can triangle. You lick me, Julia licks you… and I lick Julia," Justine paused and smiled, "Does the thought of sister’s together turn you off…?" her hand slid over my erect nipples and down my stomach; she was reading me right, "…or turn you on?"
I was from Sunnydale and had been banging my Mom up until a few weeks ago; I’ve not found anything that turns me off. I smiled, slithering downwards to Justine’s cunt whilst opening my legs for Julia. I smiled as I neared the wet, warm, willing fuckhole, "I’m majorly unstoked I’m an only child…"
I moved into to clean Justine’s pussy with my tongue. Even as I touched it and began to gently explore I felt Julia move into mine. Her tongue moved slowly over my labia lips and pushed into the hole, her nose following as she went deep into me. I moaned in pleasure, blowing warm air into Justine and replicating Julia’s licks in her sister’s cunt. From the sounds of slurps and muffled groans Justine was making good the promise to cunt lap her sister. The three of us lay in a triangle of lust, our tongues sweeping deep into each other’s twats. The bed shuddered as we quaked and orgasmed, quivered and came; our bodies stretching taut and relaxing like they were spent rubber bands.
"Mmmnnn, mmmnnn, mmmmnnn," the juices of saturated my mouth, so tangy and tasty, their flavoured increased by the moans of Justine and Julia and the way their bodies moved and felt; our tongues and holes flowing perfectly together in a stream of cummy juiced lust. I could feel Julia in me, her tongue pushing and probing, penetrating deep into my hole. She slurped harder and harder and I returned the lapping, with interest, to her twin sister.
The bed moved as we bounced with pleasure. With our faces buried in the pussies in front we were soon covered in each other’s juices, it dripped from our lips and rolled down our chins. Our hands were moving round each other, mine clasping the back of Justine’s ass, whilst Julia’s rolled round my waist and over the small of my back; I couldn’t see where Justine’s were – but I guessed they were exploring her sister’s body. Harder and faster we licked and lapped, driving each other into greater and greater pleasure zones, until we broke from licking to scream in pleasure – then to return after we had let loose to rethrust our faces in the wet, sexed up cunts in front of us. Again and again we did it until the bed was as soaked with our cum as we were.
"Fuck," Justine rolled from me, "Fuck that was good."
I gave a squeal as Julia drove her tongue into me, "Fuuuucckkk! Yessssss! Fuuuuccckkk!"
Julia pulled her face from mine, "I enjoyed it. Buffy?"
I lay on my back, panting with pleasure, "Good for me…" I paused, "For a start…"
"You want more," said Justine. I turned my head and saw she was grinning so widely her teeth were showing, shining under the bedroom’s light. The redhead turned to look at her sister, "I think we can manage to give Buffy some more…"
Julia nodded, "I’ve got some things she might enjoy in my room." She got up to get them. I watched as she left the room, her ass wobbling enticingly.
Justine noticed my lascivious look and smiled, "She’ll only be a few minutes, but if you can’t keep…"
"What can I say," I laughed, "I’m hard to satisfy."
Justine licked a couple of her fingers, before slowly sliding them into her mouth. She sucked them seductively, before pulling them out, "Let me help with that." She pushed me over onto my back, opening my slit. Her wet fingers slid over my equally wet cunt hole, "What a nice, tight pot," she murmured, "Let me prep it."
I gave a groan as she moved two lubricated fingers into my sopping slit. They slid up and down my wet walls as she pushed them back and forth, the knuckles grazing within me and the nails digging sharply into my flesh. I moaned again, closing my eyes and reaching up to feel my titties as Justine moved slowly in and out, "That’s good, finger fuck litt’e Buffy…"
A third finger entered, the extra digit conspiring with the first two to stretch my tunnel pleasantly and make me shake with lustful pleasure. Justine moved them harder and faster, pressing and probing every part of my cunt. The fingers hit my clit and I shuddered in pleasure, a moan escaping my lips as a sliver of sweat slid down my face. I could hear Julia coming into the room, feeling the bed move as she rejoined us. I kept my eyes closed and went with the flow, pushing my body against Justine as her fingers raced up and down me, "That’s right, that’s hitting the spot," I moaned.
The fingers went out. I opened my eyes in irritation, about to complain. I smiled. Moving towards me was Julia with a twelve inch dildo dangling between her legs. Looking at its ridges made for pleasure I couldn’t complain about swapping fingers for rubber, looking at it’s girth I was glad that Justine had made an attempt to open me. I gave a smile, "I want that big one in me, I want you to fuck me hard."
"You think you can take it Buffy?" challenged Justine as I spread my legs as wide as I could so I was almost doing the splits. Julia gripped the dildo in one hand and started to lie down on me as Justine repeated, "It’s big Buffy, think you can take it?"
"I’ll take it all, I’m greedy like that," I said. I gave a moan as the tip of it pressed into my pussy. I lifted myself to meet it, concentrating on accepting the rubber toy. I groaned as more of the toy entered my pussy. It almost split me, making my cunt ache as it was stretched. It was a sore feeling, but an exciting and rewarding one, as the rubber pushed at my walls, stimulating and pleasuring my sex zone. I arched my back, pushing my cunt upwards, thanking Justine for the earlier lubrication, "I want it all."
Julia continued down and I continued up to meet her. Beside her Justine was sliding a finger up and down over her cunt lips as she watched her sister move into me. She groaned at the same time I did as the cock pushed deeper and Julia’s body touched mine. The younger twin continued down and went with her, until my back was resting on the bed and she was still coming down, slowly, but sexily. I gasped as the dildo fully entered me, squeezing my clit into the wall and make it tango with delight. As Julia went up, it was like a suction pump leaving my hole, dragging oxygen and girl cum after it. The sensation swept into me like a hurricane and I squealed, my hands clasping and unclasping like I was having a stroke, "Fuck it…" I gasped, "More baby more."
Julie came down again. It was a little easier this time, but still my pussy walls resisted the large dildo, despite every other organ telling them to take it; brain, heart, even - I swear – liver and kidneys, screamed at my pussy to take it all and enjoy the pleasure. My clit squealed louder than any of them; cursing the surrounding fleshy wall, as the toy pressed into it hard, but not hard enough. My mouth was open and I realised I was vocalising my organs pleasure, "Aaaaarrrrghhh, fuuuuuccckkkk, aaaaarrgggghhh. Fuck me haaaaaarrrrdddeeerrr….. pleeeeaaaassse!"
"Oh you’re so good," gasped Julia in return. She was starting to move faster, her naked body hitting me as she thrust the dildo in and out of my wet cunt. Her tits bounced onto me, her nipples as erect as mountain tops. Perspiration dripped, covering us both in a sweaty sheen. Up and down, up and down the redhead went, panting with exertion and gasping with pleasure. My legs were wrapped round her, my body arching and bending with each shove – my clit aflame with pleasure, "Oh Buffy, you’re such a… you’re a sex angel."
Beside us Justine had finished playing with her pussy and had equipped herself with a strap-on as large and wide as her sister; it was obvious she planned to take me after Julia had exhausted herself. I wasn’t going to complain, but I had another suggestion… As Julia moved down I pulled my heels down hard, keeping her in place and pausing the action for long enough to my gasps of pleasure to subside and for me to speak, "Share me properly," I giggled.
"We are," laughed Justine, "As soon as you let Julia finish, I’m going to fuck that worked open slit."
I shook my head, "That’s not properly. Share me together, both at once. I’ve two holes, no three."
The two twins looked at each other, the light-bulbs flashing above their heads. I could see in their smiles that the idea of double-teaming Buffy Summers was becoming the best idea since Columbus had decided to go left at the Azores. I loosened my legs and let go off Julia, before twirling round, first onto my front and then onto my hands and knees. I looked at the two sexy redheads and asked, "So which two?"
"Can’t we mix and match?" asked Justine, "You suck my dildo until it’s nice and slick and Julia hammers your pussy. Then once I’m my toy is as wet as your pussy I’ll take over your ass and Julia… Julia can decide on her own hole."
I nodded, "I’m game."
The two redheads approached me from the differing sides, lusting to put me into a Slayer sandwich. It was Justine who reached me first, waving the dildo in front of my mouth like it was a bottle and I was a baby. I licked my lips, my body aching with carnal cravings; there was no way I could swallow the beast in front of me – not all the way. But I could still take some of it and I flicked my tongue over, like a salamander on heat. I dipped in and out of the grooves, running round them and feeling them bump against my tongue. Justine gripped her waist and pushed the cock at me, "Coming in Buffy, suck it, suck it good."
I opened my mouth and started to swallow. It was good to lubricate it with my saliva, pushing it against my cheek and trying to battle it, unsuccessfully, with my tongue. Slowly Justine worked it in and out, never pushing it so far down I choked, but still sliding plenty in. The cock was wettened and the redhead giggled, "Suck it, suck my great big fucking rubber dildo."
Whilst I was blowing Justine’ strap-on her sister hadn’t been statue impersonating. Justine had said Julia was going to continue to bang my puss; Julia had other ideas. And even if my mouth hadn’t been full I wouldn’t have been complaining. The younger twin had gripped my ass cheeks, massaging and squeezing them as she pulled them apart to get to my Slayer tight-butt-hole. I quivered as she began to push it, slower even than when she first entered my pussy, even if that same pussy had left the rubber dong slippery with my cum. As she went deeper I could feel the rubber pushing at my ass walls, the ridges scraping over the anal nerves – I slurped harder at her sister’s cock, bringing the twelve-incher deeper into my mouth.
Julia was going deeper, pushing herself into me. My body was afire, the pleasure pulsating round and round and round. I could feel my cunt, still not recovered from its ploughing and licking, tingle and juice. The wetness soaked down from it, over the lips and down my flesh. I could feel Julia hands gripping my cheeks so hard that she was leaving imprints of her nails in my butt; it was sore, but I didn’t care – not when the dildo was cruising inside me, making me soak with pleasure. Harder and harder Julia moved, her rhythmic moves pounding at me. She began to gasp and moan herself as the dildo, tight in my ass, slammed against her pussy, "So good, so tight, such a fuck; you’re such a fuck."
She continued to pound me, getting quicker and deeper as my anal passage opened like the New Jersey tunnel. The slap of her into me was like gunshots moving, as she sped up, from musket fire to a Gatling Gun. Justine pulled out of my mouth and I was able to scream in pleasure as Julia continued to hammer me, "Yessss! Yesssss! Yesssss!"
My ass was aflame, burning with an intense pleasure. Julia was gripping me hard, slamming me at a dangerously enjoyable pace. I could feel her sweaty body slapping at me, flicks of perspiration dripping between us. I balanced on one hand and used the other to fondle and rub my pussy, already wet and excited. Justine licked her lips as she looked at us, her expression as ravenous as a fatster outside a half-price burger bar. I let out another squeal of enjoyment as an anal orgasm shook my body, "aaaaaaarggghh, oooooohhhh."
It made Justine quiver with excitement and she said, "Let me have a go, Julia."
For a few moments I thought her twin was going to ignore her and just continue to pound me to anal heaven. I gasped and squealed, not really caring who butt-fucked me, as long as it continued. Then Julia pulled out. I momentarily slumped, sweat running down me. I gave a soft moan of frustration, "I need a fucking."
"So do I," said Justine. She moved behind me, sliding her hand underneath me and rubbing my wet pussy. The redhead grinned, "It looks like that hole needs a fucking as well and Julia looks like she’s still up for more."
She wasn’t wrong, the younger twin was reclining next to me and admiring my body with a lecherous smile which suggested she was more than ready for another bout. She nodded at her sister’s comment, "Ride me Buffy, ride me hard."
I very seldom need two invitations, and with my puss itching for another hammering this wasn’t a time to say I was washing my hair. I grinned and moved over to hover my slit over her dildo, "Coming down, " I said and lowered myself. My pussy stretched again, easier after its previous work out. I groaned in pleasure as I slid it down, the cum lubricating it and helping me slide over the ridges. The pleasure was intense, generous in its enjoyment. Julia moved up to take hold of my waist, caressing my sides as she kept me in position. I moaned again, and turned my head towards Justine, "Are you joining us? Share my holes."
The redhead was already approaching; taking her dildo she drilled it into my open back chute. The hole was well opened, but even so the large toy rubbed against my wall with the slightest movement of the ridges making me quiver orgasmically. The redhead moved her cock in, ratcheting up the pleasure – a hot tingle covering my body from my butt to my pussy. I tensed with excitement as the full length slowly came in, moaning, "Fuck… that is so good."
I felt Justine’s body against mine, as her hands moved round my front to cradle my titties. I gave a small whimper of pleasure, as I felt the two dicks nestle inside me; their length and girth stretched me like play dough leaving me pleasured with orgasmic joy. And that was even without movement; so when Justine began to pull back to thrust again I came with explosive gusto, screaming as my body quaked, "Aaarrrghhh, yessss, yessss!"
The redhead moved gently at first, her hands rubbing my tits as she moved in and out. I moaned and quivered, throwing my head back and shaking my hair. Gradually Justine’s holding of my titties got harder as she moved from caresses to holding, groping and pulling my firm pair. At the same time she began to heave in with more force, brushing aside any anal resistance and opening my back hole wide. I squealed as she bounced against me; my pussy slipping down Julia’s cock. The redhead underneath was still holding me and forcing herself up, meeting her sister in my middle. My erogenous zones went into frenzy, flashing messages of thrilling ecstasy round my bodies like bouncing pinballs – complete with flashing lights and buzzing bells. Julia rammed up harder, grunting and panting as she exerted herself for my pleasure, "Fuck, you are such a fucking good fuck," she gasped out.
I let myself be hammered down on her, shoving the dildo into her cunt. She squirmed in pleasure, squealing in bliss, as her pussy juiced and quivered. Above us Justine hit my ass, slamming in deep. I screamed again, as another orgasm tore into me, rendering my body almost numb with sexual gratification. The redhead continued, moulding my body like a sexual sculpture as I writhed under her ass ploughing, "Fuck me!" I screamed, "Fucking fuck me."
I was torn almost in two such was the intensity with which the redheaded twins were moving. Both my holes were stretched to soreness, but both were also pleasured to perfection – the dildos penetrating deep and hard. My body became a shrine to pleasure; a sweaty, cum-soaked, quivering altar of lasciviousness. Orgasm after orgasm slammed into me; each one more powerful and overpowering than the last, until all I could feel was the toys and the excitement. I screamed and screamed again, "Aaaarrrrrghhhhhh, fuuuuuuuccckkkkkkiiiinnnnnggggg, aaaaaaaargggghhhh!"
The three of us slumped on the bed, sticky, sweaty and sated; it had been one hellmouth of a night…
*
The sun was barely up when I awoke, the two redheads snuggled each side of me. I delicately got out of bed, not wanting to wake them. I failed; Justine murmured something and turned on her side, but Julia woke up and gave me a smile, "Leaving?"
"Yeah, I really better head home; my flatty worries if I’m not around for brekkie," I lied.
Julia nodded sagely and looked at the clock. She yawned and got out of the bed, "I’ll head out with you; I could do with a run."
I didn’t argue; I wasn’t planning to swap phone numbers – last night had been fun but casual – at the same time I didn’t mind her coming far enough to point out a bus stop. I slid back into my dress, doing up my heels as Julia headed into her room, coming back a few minutes later dressed in sweat pants and pumps; I won’t say they were fetching, but I’d seen worse. We left the room and she nodded towards the kitchen counter, "You don’t want a coffee or something?"
I shook my head, "I’m good," She nodded and I followed as went and opened the front door.
The first thing I heard her say was, "Shit," followed by, "I think she’s OD."
It should have rung alarm bells, but I’d been too long from Sunnydale. I was out after Julia, my brain still sleep dulled and my spidey-sense untingling. I looked down; on the corridor floor was the chubby chick from the club. Even in the early dawn her skin was so pale it was obvious she was dead. I saw that straight away; it took another second to notice the puncture wounds on her neck.
"Vamps," I turned and moved as they came out of the shadows, the chubby chick’s date and two others, a middle-aged black man and gothic looking teen boy, not much older than me. I moved to push Julia back into her apartment and safety, but I was too slow. The date had gripped her and was pulling her away, her contorted face lancing down towards Julia’s neck. The redhead didn’t even scream as she was bit, her face moving from an expression of puzzlement to shock to pained ecstasy.
The teen boy moved towards me, "Slayer," he spat.
I moved into a fighting stance, painfully aware that I hadn’t got a stake to hand. I still gave a cocky smile, "Have we been introduced?"
"I’m your death," he hissed and went for me.
"Can I shorten that to death," I easily dodged him; he was cocky, but with no finesse. Unarmed or no he was not a threat. He turned round, his face full of surprise that I wasn’t beneath him. I catapulted him down the corridor with a kick; he screamed as he landed in the sunlight – it might be watery, dull dawny sun, but it still burnt. I turned, ignoring his death squeals and looked at the remaining two vamps, "Who’s next?"
The black man lumbered forward, "I am… Slayer."
He was as little a threat as his partner; just as dumb and even slower. I danced past his lumbering fists, butterflying away and leaping over him. I managed a quick-one two into his back and then was somersaulting back over his head as he turned. He roared angrily coming towards me again, like a charging bull.
I skipped to one side and he smashed first into the wall, so hard he knocked away plaster and exposed the wood underneath. I reached quickly forward, snapping a small plank free. The vamp-man was up, shaking his head groggily as I smiled and staked him. He exploded in dust.
I looked at the remaining vamp; she had remained still as I dusted her compadres. A small smile twitched onto her bloodstained lips as she surveyed me; I could tell this one was more dangerous – an assassin, not a thug. But, as I looked at the sightless body of Julia, cast to one side like a used rag I wanted to kill the vamp like I’ve not to kill anything. I forced myself to keep my anger in check; I’m not a Jedi, but Obi-Wan had a point about dark siding getting you chopped. The vamp stepped forward, casually moving into a killing stance, "Looks like it’s just you and me, pretty."
"You’re not going to ask me on a date?" I replicated her movements, "Cos if so I gotta say I’m looking for that certain someone who I can go for long walks in the park with… in daylight."
"I’m a creature of the night," we exchanged blows, thumping, dodging, diving, blocking. We twisted round, so that she was standing where I had been and I was where she was; Julia dead by my feet.
"Jeez you vamps are so melodramatic," I goaded her, "Why not just say I’m butt-ugly with the chest of an flattened can."
"I’m…" she was clever. I was still expecting her to finish the sentence when she launched at me. It was lucky I was quick, blocking her brutal grab – any slower and my still beating heart would have been out my ribs. But in blocking her I lost my stake; it dropped on the floor – bouncing out of my reach. Our eyes both flicked to it, calculating as well as me that if I made a dive for it she’d get to my throat first. The vamp smiled, "Care to try it Slayer? I could eat again."
"No. I think I’ll try this," I ran at her. She put her hands up to block my blows to her face. But she had guessed wrong, at the last moment I put my shoulder down and gripped at her wrist, taking her in a bear hug. My force carried us down the corridor, into the sunlight streaming through the window at the end of the corridor.
"Burning time," I said and continued, crashing through the glass.
I let go just in time, as she screamed and burst into flames. I didn’t see her dust as I was concentrating on turning in mid-air. I was going to hit the sidewalk ten feet below, but I guessed as long as I didn’t hit it head first my Slayer constitution would do it’s duty.
I twisted just in time, landing hard on my back. I felt the oxygen being knocked out of my lungs and my kidney’s hurt like I’d been hit repeatedly with an iron bar, but nothing broke. I staggered groggily to my feet and opened my mouth in surprise. Standing just six feet away was Lilah Morgan and a couple of black suited goons holding tasers.
"Hello Buffy," said the Lawyer, nodding at one of her colleagues. He raised his taser and Lilah smiled, "Nothing personal."
I’d never been electrocuted before. I can now say it hurts…
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