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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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After spending all night having naughty dreams of Darla I wasn’t sure whether I should feel as ready for fucking as a nympho nurse on night duty or as disgusted as Brad Pitt waking up next to Roseanne Barr. But I was sure I should feel more than a vague foreboding that something bad was happening. P’haps the lack of reaction to it was cos most of my mind was occupied in trying to work out whether I should sneak out of the house without Mom and Faith noticing, so I could avoid the uncomfortable post-banging chat with my Mom’s new fuck-bud. Or whether I should act like all cool and nonchalant, like Faith getting her end filled up by my Mom was no biggie.
I was still deciding when the door to Mom’s room opened and out stepped Mom. She gave me a smile, “Morning Buffy, sleep well?”
I didn’t think she was expecting me to give her a graphic description of a talking toy pig and being the toilet bowl of half Sunnydale, so I gave a beamy morning smile, “I did. You…?”
She raised an eyebrow and gave a smile as we headed for the stairs together, “I think you know how I slept,” she said as we headed to the kitchen.
On Faith mainly, I guessed. But that wasn’t the thing to say, nor was ‘where is that conniving skank by the way?’ so I contented myself with what was meant to be an enigmatic smile, but thinking ‘bout it might have come over more like I had quarter the smarts of a half-wit. Mom either guessed my question or else she wanted to tell me anyway, as she opened the cupboard to pull out some cereal and said, “Faith, left early this morning. She said she wanted to get in some study time before school.”
I stifled a snort, Faith was as likely to be studying as I was to be dancing Swan Lake. Mom saw my reaction and smiled, “Don’t worry Buffy, I didn’t believe her either. It was a polite fiction to avoid her having to make breakfast talk, I don’t think she’s one for long relationships.”
“No,” I said. I took the bowl of chocolate covered nuts from Mom and added a serious amount of milk, “You cool with that?”
“More than cool, Buffy,” said Mom smiling with no trace of bitterness, “I enjoyed last night with Faith. And I can’t say if some night she came round again that I wouldn’t want to repeat it, but I wasn’t looking for anything serious. It was fun, nothing more."
“Good,” I said, “I like her, but she’d be insufferable if I had to start calling her Auntie Faith.”
Mom laughed, “I’m glad. I’ve been worried about you, you know with being a Slayer and then… your time away over the summer without a word. I’m just glad there’s another Slayer to share the load and watch your back.”
I grinned at the last comment and Mom went red, “You know what I mean, Buffy – anyway I think in she’s as little interested in being a top as you are, so you’ve less chance than Xander has.”
“Probably,” I agreed, Faith had certainly hinted that in the bed that she had subby tendencies, though I was hoping that the odd little flash of Buffy butt might change her mind. But even if not, “still a girl can look.”
*
Faith was leaning against the wall next to the school entrance. She was flicking an unlit cigarette in her hand totally ignoring the ‘No Smoking’ sign next to her. She looked up as I approached, twisted the cigarette between her fingers artfully and then slid it into her jacket pocket, “Hey, girlfriend,” she grinned. I gave a brief frown at this morning’s nickname; it didn’t fit well after last night. Faith took the hint, she gave a small shrug and a smaller smile, “Hey B. How’s it hangin’?”
“It’s hangin’,” I replied, trying to sound angry, but not doing well, “I’m not your biggest fan at the mo.”
“The cemetery thing? Or you know… what happened after the cemetery?” Faith grinned, she didn’t look worried about whichever.
“My Mom’s a big girl. I don’t care who she bangs,” I said, almost truthfully; I’d have to get over this jealousy thing – it wasn’t like we’d been exclusive even when she’d been having me and I hadn’t been playing Miss Chastity over the vacation. Knowing and doing aren’t the same, though – my brain and my pussy weren’t as joined up as, being in the same body, they should be. Though from what Mom had said Faith wasn’t going to be a regular feature in the Summer’s house and I pushed the thought of the two of them away.
“The cemetery thing then?” grinned Faith, “So girl… blondie, if I’d said that there was nothing doing and I was takin’ the night as vacation you’d have been saying ‘You go Faith, don’t tire yourself’.”
“I might…” I said, “You didn’t give me a chance. I might have wanted to join you…” Faith smirked, “… well not joined you, but gone to the Bronze or to a party or…”
“Sure…” said Faith, “You’d have put on your naughty pants and disobeyed Giles the Great; he-who-must-be-obeyed.”
“Yes,” I said.
“Liar,” laughed Faith.
“Am not,” I lied.
“You are,” said Faith, “You wiggle your nose when you tell untruths, like your worried you’re turning into Pinocchio.”
“I do not,” I said, feeling this conversation was going out of my control, especially as I automatically reached up to touch my nose.
“You do too,” said Faith, “Hey guys, does B do a nose wiggle when she tells lies?”
Willow and Xander, who had just arrived and hadn’t heard any of the conversation leading up to this, exchanged glances. I quickly shook my head, whilst Faith was looking at them and waiting for a reply. “Um, Buffy doesn’t lie,” said Xander loyally – which, if I’d been straight, would have earned him enough points for a mistletoe kiss at Christmas.
Willow nodded energetically, “Buffy’s an upstanding citizen, like Superwoman – except without the Kryptonite allergy.”
“So,” smiled my fellow Slayer, “not the type of girl who’d tell her Watcher she was out on patrol when she was goofing off.”
“You goofed off?” gasped Willow in shock, “After telling Giles you were on patrol?”
“I did not,” I said, giving a look at a smirking Faith, who just grinned harder, not even trying to conceal her glee at my sudden discomfort.
Xander looked closely at my nose, “It doesn’t wiggle.”
“Look I did my patrols, I didn’t slack off,” I said. I could see Willow and Xander didn’t quiet know whether to believe me or not. And I couldn’t blame them, a few months ago I said I was just goin’ to stake Darla and that was the last anyone had seen of me for two months. I sighed, “Never mind, let’s go see Giles and see what excitement is coming up for today,”
“I won’t tell him about your rebellious attitude, B, but I gotta to admit it sorrows me how lightly you take our calling,” said Faith solemnly with a look of fake sadness etched on her face. I gave her a glare – I mean I like the girl, but she pushes it.
Normally first thing in the morning the library about as busy as the Movie theatre when there’s some French film with subtitles and no nudity. But this morning Giles wasn’t alone, though from the expression on his face he was wishing he was. He was sitting at his favourite desk, wiping his glasses furiously, whilst a copy of ‘Monsters and Meanies’ or something similar in Latin was open in front of him. Over him stood a tall woman in her late thirties with an expression like she’d swallowed a spider. She looked up as we arrived, a thin, cold smile on her face - the twinset and pearls suggested she wasn’t a teeny bopper party-hopper.
“Faith, Buffy,” said Giles, “You’re here…” I almost heard him add ‘Thank God’ but he stopped himself in time. He gestured at the woman, “This is…”
“Gwendolyn Post, Mrs. I’m a Watcher, sent by the Council…” she interrupted Giles and I could tell I was going to dislike her – cute bod though, bit staid, but hot. She turned back to Giles accusingly, “Have you not been reading your e-mails?”
I watched Giles’s nose with interest to see if it wiggled. It didn’t, but it went a sort of reddish colour and he wiped his glasses with more vigour than ever, “Er, well um … computer problems, telephone lines going down, power outages, lots going on, er, um… Buffy?”
“I can juggle,” I said helpfully.
It failed to raise as much as a smile with Mrs Post. “Indeed,” she said ice-maiden style, “I see I was sent not a moment too soon. As Mr Giles seems to struggle to inculcate the proper values into one Slayer, training two is obviously beyond his capabilities.”
“Bitch,” murmured Faith so softly only I could hear. Mrs Post still glared at her, and Faith turned her face to one side, blushing slightly and then looked at her shoes.
Giles gave a cough, “Mrs Post has been sent by the Watcher’s Council….”
Again Mrs Post didn’t allow him to finish, “Yes, Faith needs a Watcher. And the Council is also not that pleased with Buffy’s progress. Did you think it wouldn’t be noticed that she was away all over the summer holidays?”
“We call them vacations,” said Xander. He was ignored.
“Um, well I’ll be the first to admit that Buffy can be a bit unorthodox,” said Giles, “but she’s proven her worth I think.”
“It’s not what you think that matters,” said ‘Miss I want a smack from Buffy’, “It is what I think in my report.”
“Of course,” said Giles, he gave a curt nod, “Myself and the Slayers will give our full co-operation.”
“Speak for yourself,” said Faith, “I’m not Mary Poppin’s poodle.”
“Please be quiet Faith, the adults are talking,” said Mrs Post.
Faith opened her mouth, thought and shut it without saying a word. Mrs Post may have a stick so far up her behind that it was jutting out her skull, but I needed to learn her secret for making the my dark haired partner in Slayerage close her mouth. I was about to ask her, but Giles shot me a look – which quieted me. Mrs Post gave a small sniff of disdain, “So what have you found out about the Ascension?”
“Ascension?” asked Giles. He looked at me, then Willow and finally, as a sign of desperation, Xander. We all return his look with the blank stares, though Willow also sidled towards a book shelf. Unfortunately it was the one containing Classic Novels, which weren’t going to be much help unless the Ascension was mentioned in the collected works of Charles Dickens.
“Yes,” said Mrs Post impatiently, “The Mayor’s Ascension.”
“You mean election?” asked Xander. Mrs Post withering gaze told me she didn’t mean that all. Xander shut up.
“Um, well,” said Giles, “We’re working on it. Lots of research, Buffy, Faith and Willow noses in books. Even getting Xander to help…”
“So nowhere, then,” said Mrs Post.
“Er, or thereabouts,” admitted Giles.
“Really Mr Giles, I am most perplexed at your lack of diligence. I was under the distinct impression that most Watchers see being given a position such as yours as one of the greatest honours the council can bestow. It seems I was wrong in your case and your lackadaisical approach to your Slayers is repeated in your attitude to research.”
The room went silent as Giles went redder. I paused briefly to make sure my irritation with the woman didn’t come out in my voice, before I said, “We’re getting there, Mrs Post. We know a vamp I staked, Darla, is back.”
“A vampire only you have seen Buffy. Or was it a dream? I forget,” said Mrs Post. Then she sighed, “I am sorry I am being harsh. However, we know the Mayor is planning an Ascension – only we don’t know what that means or when. I had hoped that you would be actively looking into it.”
“We will be,” said Willow loyally.
“At least it starts with A,” said Xander. Everyone looked at him and he continued lamely, “Like cos if it started with Zed we’d have to look all the way through the books till we got to that.”
“You could always open the book at Zed,” said Mrs Post, archly.
“Er, yes, you’ll get used to Xander’s humour,” said Giles, “But if you say an Ascension is coming…”
“I do,” said Mrs Post tartly.
“I’ll start looking into it, to see what I can dig up,” said Giles.
“Good,” said Mrs Post, “I will take the Slayers on patrol tonight. It will give me a chance to see what they can do.”
I put up my hand. Mrs Post’s head shot round in my direction and she glared at me, “You have a question?”
“Do you give out cookies if we’re good?”
“No.”
*
Vamp numero uno was punching fast, his blows a constant barrage of jabs and thrusts. Luckily my wrists are like iron, allowing me to deflect the bombardment of bruising punches before they snapped my head off my neck. But he wasn’t allowing me to go offence, I was just keeping him back.
Well at least until Faith was ready to throw vamp number two. She ducked his latest blow, skating to one side and gripping his wrist, “Down,” she shouted as she twisted him off his feet and sent him flying through the air.
I rolled to one side, a fist going harmlessly over my head. It connected with the flying vamp, who let out a yell as the punch caught him amidships. Vamp numero uno also shouted something sweary as his friend crashed into him. They both went down together.
I looked at Faith and she grinned, “Shall we do the honours?”
“Share and share alike,” I nodded and together we pulled out our stakes from our jackets.
The vamps were still struggling to get up as our wooden weapons took them in their hearts. Their faces fixed for a moment in an expression of shocked surprise, as if two petite teenage girls should never have been able to beat them and then they were moon-dust. I put my stake back and brushed my hands, shaking off the bits of vampire that had stuck to them. It had been a pretty impressive showdown – the two vamps were experienced fang merchants, not some snotty-nosed virgin just out of the ground, but Faith and me had toasted them with barely a sweat. I turned to Mrs Post, “How was that?”
“Slow, slovenly and, dare I say, stupid; showing a complete disregard for a vampire’s strengths and its weaknesses,” Mrs Post was standing poised with notebook. I glanced at the page, her writing was very neat and very small. She looked at Faith, then me, “I knew Mr Giles had been remiss in his duties, but I am only now realising how much he had neglected. You should have finished those vampires in half the time, I counted seven times when one of you had a killing blow and either didn’t notice or didn’t follow through. All I can say is it is lucky that your American vampires are rather weak, you wouldn’t have stood a chance against an English vampire.”
I was lost for words, floundering like a dying goldfish. I looked at Faith, knowing that if I couldn’t manage a cutting, but witty remark, my compatriot would find a choice way to describe her new Watcher. Faith let me down… again. She looked at the ground, “Sorry Mrs Post. I’ll try not to be so slack next time.”
“See that you don’t. You as well Buffy,” Mrs Post glanced at her watch, “I had better go to my hotel and ring the council to update them on progress, or rather lack of it. I don’t expect that there will be any more vampires around, but the two of you should check the remaining cemeteries to make sure. Then come report to me in my hotel.”
She didn’t so much as walk from the cemetery as stride. I kinda hoped she’d come across a vamp on the way, I mean the vamp wouldn’t stand a chance, but Mrs Post could do with killing something that wasn’t Faith or me. I waited for a few seconds to make sure it wasn’t a trick and that Mrs Post wasn’t going to return demented and demanding why we weren’t sticking our heads into empty mausoleums in case a vamp was hiding in the corner. “You wanna head to the Bronze for a boogie?” I asked Faith, “See who’s playing and hang out with the gang?”
“We better do the patrol first,” said Faith, “Like Mrs Post said.”
“Since when have you become Watcher’s Pet? You were quick enough to slack off Giles’ patrol yesterday.”
“That was different,” said Faith. She didn’t explain why, but she did have the grace to go red and turn from me, “Let’s do it, B, quicker we start the quicker we get to Mrs Post.”
“Mrs P can go…” I didn’t finish the sentence, mainly cos I hadn’t though of what she could do, but whatever it was it probably wasn’t going to be scones and tea.
“Don’t call her Mrs P,” said Faith, “It’s not respectful to my Watcher.”
I opened my mouth to give an arch comment, but closed it. I didn’t understand Faith - one moment she was a female version of James Dean, but then along comes a new Watcher who talks sternly and all of a sudden the brunette is all duty-bound and competing for the Slayer of the Year trophy. The girl has serious authority issues…
I mooched along behind her as we explored the crypts and coffins of Sunnydale until she was sure that she’d done enough to please Mrs Post and I was sure that Willow, Xander and even Cordelia would have left the Bronze. And then we looked some more so Faith could be sure she’d really, really, really please Mrs Post. Eventually even Faith was satisfied that any vamps in Sunnydale were taking the night off. She looked at me, “We better report to Mrs Post.”
“Sure, yeah, whatever,” I said without enthusiasm. I stuck my hands in my jacket pocket and followed a few feet behind Faith.
From the way Giles moaned whenever money came up I thought the Council kept its Watchers on a tight budget; no-one had told Mrs Post. She was booked in at Sunnydale’s only luxury hotel, and in its best room. The receptionist gave us a sniffy look when we entered, like we were no better than trailer trash hookers on the prowl. On the mention of Mrs Post’s name she reluctantly pointed to the elevator. I could see her picking up the phone as we headed to the Watcher’s room, though whether she was alerting Mrs Post or security I wasn’t sure.
Faith knocked at Mrs Post’s door. There was a brief pause as Mrs Post looked through the eyehole and confirmed it was her Slayer and me, before she gave a curt, “Come in,” and opened the door.
She had a martini in her hand and was looking almost relaxed, after changing from her twinset into a pair of tight riding jodhpurs (with bare feet) and blouse. She gave a glance at Faith and the teen straightened her back so much I thought she was about to toss a salute. Mrs Post shifted her glance to me. I took my hands out of my pockets.
“Well?” asked Mrs Post, sipping her drink.
“No vamps or any other demons,” said Faith.
“Good. I didn’t think there would be, but you should never go along with just instincts – a successful Slayer is a methodical Slayer,” she walked behind us. I started to turn to follow her, but she gave me a glare and I faced front again. She paused looking at us like we were on parade, “I think Mr Giles has been short on two things…” She smacked my behind hard, I yelped as I heard another smack on Faith’s ass.
“Discipline,” said Mrs Post. She smacked Faith again, but held off my slapping mine, “has been most lax…”
I glowered, as she continued, “A Slayer should be dutiful to her Watcher, quick to obey, respectful and open to chastisement when she has done wrong.” There was the sound of another slap on Faith’s ass; there was force behind it.
Mrs Post ordered, “Pull your pants down Faith.” To my surprise Faith did, she went red and blushed, but she still undid her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles. Her thong followed without Mrs Post even asking.
I turned my head. Mrs Post was standing there, a small smile on her face as she admired Faith’s cute behind – I gave a glance at the pair of quivering butt cheeks and decided this was the one thing me and the new Watcher could agree on; they were sexy. Mrs Post turned her head, so she was looking at me. I had seen her expression before, lots of times. It was the look of pure lust, the look of someone who wants to fuck a hottie and wants it bad – I’d seen it on Mom, on Willow, on Cordelia, on Lilah and each time it made my insides jump with in thrilled anticipation.
The smile on Mrs Post’s face got wider, even if lacked humour or warmth, and I could hear her panting in excitement as she slapped Faith twice more on the ass. She stepped away from the dark haired Slayer and walked over to the sideboard to put down her empty Martini glass. When she walked back over to us she moved to in front of us, moving closer and closer so that she was inches away from us both. Faith gulped and looked straight ahead, she still thought Mrs Post was on a spanking trip. I knew she wasn’t and any shakes I had weren’t due to fear.
The Watcher’s hand reached out and she groped at my pussy through my leather pants. I cursed the thickness of the material as Mrs Post squeezed hard, but not hard enough. She smiled and stepped back, “However discipline is not always enough. Slayers need more… I know the itches build up in you, an urge to be taken, to be lain down and fucked like whores. All Slayers are the same, sluts, tramps, fuckholes on legs… that is your real calling, your real need and desire. And only a woman can give it you… isn’t that right Buffy? You are a dirty, nasty slattern…”
I nodded, my throat dry with lust, “Yes, Mrs Post.” I couldn’t say I liked Mrs Post, but then my horny little body was looking for a meaningless fuck, not someone to smell roses with. And Mrs Post would do for the first, even if I’d rather dive headlong into a shark-infested swimming pool than go romantic with her, “I am a slut. A hot, wet slut.”
“And you Faith. Are you the same?” asked the Watcher.
As Faith was standing with her denims round her ankles she couldn’t pretend she had the morals of a nun. She didn’t try, “I am, I’m a pussy hound. Dusting those vamps earlier… it gave me the horn and I’m still damp. I’m a Slayer Slut Mrs Post, a skanky Slayer Slut.”
The Watcher squeezed me again, I gave a sharp intake of breath – the touch was nothing – the leather blocking the grip as effectively as an umbrella stopping a shower, but the anticipation was killin’ me. I quivered and licked my lips, standing still and meek like a good Slayer. Mrs Post smiled, obviously enjoying her control over me. Her other hand moved to the bottom of Faith’s perineum. The teen, with nothing covering the naked flesh, squeaked as Mrs Post gripped the flesh and pushed her fingers slowly into the skin.
The older woman smiled, “A Watcher should reward as well as discipline. I believe Mr Giles has been light on the discipline, but I cannot blame him for the lack of rewards… he doesn’t have the female touch.”
“No, not at all,” I tensed pleasurably as Mrs Post gripped harder, trying to force her fingers through the leather. Beside me Faith gave another squeak and I saw her suck in her cheeks in an attempt to keep quieter – though from the look of lasciviousness on Mrs Post’s face the Watcher wasn’t expecting silent obedience.
Mrs Post smiled thinly and stepped back. Faith blew out a small whistle of air and then sprang back to attention, trying to appear like she was on parade in front of Buckingham Palace for her new Queen - though the pants round her ankles spoiled the impact. Mrs Post looked at us again, apprising us like we were exhibits in the museum. I waited impatiently, wanting her either to fuck me or let me go home so that my fave dildo could get an anal work-out
“I wasn’t impressed tonight with your Slaying. It was sloppy and uncontrolled. However, you got the vampires, even if luck and their lack of skill were the main reasons, so it is only fair I give you a reward. Faith – I’m going to fuck you.” The brunette teen gave a sigh of relief. Mrs Post barely acknowledged the response instead she turned to me and smiled, the humour didn’t quiet reach her eyes, “I have a packet of biscuits… or cookies if you must persist in using that coarse Americanism, for you Buffy.” I made a mental note not to make further wisecracks to Mrs Post, she had a long memory and wasn’t as funny as she thought she was. However, she hadn’t finished, “Unless you decide that Mr Giles antiquated rewards system is not up to snuff and want to join me and Faith?”
“Giles, just has no idea how to reward a modern Slayer. He’s so seventeenth century,” I said.
“Get undressed,” Mrs Post ordered. Faith had a start on me and I was still unclipping my bra as she stood totally naked, displaying her wares wantonly for the Watcher. The Watcher looked at her, taking in the teenager’s pert bosoms, smooth sensual skin and trim waist. My bra hit the floor and made sure I moved next to Faith so that Mrs Post could see that all of Faith’s attributes were repeated in me.
The older woman seemed impressed with our bodies, though it was hard to tell. She did however, look at my tattoo and read it out loud, “’Respect the Pussy’. I’m sure we all do that don’t we?”
“I do,” said Miss ‘Respect the Watcher’ beside me.
“Every night,” I added with a smile.
Mrs Post approached us again, her hands reaching out to stroke and squeeze the flesh below our pussies. Without the leather pants getting in the way Mrs Post’s touch was hard, but sensuous; her nails digging into my flesh and her tips massaging the flesh where milliseconds before she had scratched. She smiled as she saw Faith and me straighten in sexual anticipation and her thumbs moved over to touch at our pussy lips. I could feel myself aroused as she pressed at my quim lips, easing them gently aside with her thumb and moving it slowly in. The tease made me quake and breathe excitedly, my already damp pussy starting to wetten more with the promise of play.
Mrs Post stepped back, “I do not normally approve of tattoos” Faith stepped closer to me so that she could push her arm with a tattoo against me to hide the offending body-art. Mrs Post ignored her, “however, in this case, Buffy, you seem to have found an elemental truth, accidentally I am sure and expressed in a coarse Americanism, but still a coda that a Slayer should live by. Respect the Vagina.”
“Yes, Mrs Post,” Faith and I said in unison.
Mrs Post gave another curt nod and pointed at the bed, “I am going to take a quick shower. I want your front holes lubricated and cleaned. Faith lie on the bottom, Buffy you get on top of her; the two of you can sixty-nine whilst I get ready.”
Faith and me were on the bed quicker than sprinters off the block. Faith lay on her back, she gave a smile, “You’re not complaining about Mrs Post’s orders now, are you B?”
I got on top of her, lowering my slit over her face and watched Mrs Post head into the bathroom before I replied, “Hey, she makes me wet and God knows I really, really could do with a good banging... its been over a week. That doesn’t mean if a demon is heading into town I think she’s got my back as good as Giles.” I knew this was going to cause an argument so I dumped my pussy over Faith’s mouth, which meant I couldn’t hear her muffled replies. She still struggled, and I could tell my partner in dusting wanted to have the last word to tell me how great Mrs Post was. I wasn’t in the mood, so I immediately made sure that Faith’s mind was moved to something else by diving into her cunt and starting to lick, no tantalising teases just straight out twat tonguing.
For a second Faith tried to resist my munching her muffin, struggling to raise her head to say something cutting about how Giles compared to the wicked witch of London. I pushed my pelvis down harder and partnered it with hard licks of her shaven slit. The slam of my tongue down her tunnel, hitting her e-zone soon made her realise now was the time for a game of “Watcher vs Watcher”, not when we could play a more fulfilling game of find the sweet spot. Her tongue rammed against my cunt, working its way in and exploring my wet and sexy cunt. Her hands reached up and began to massage my butt, as a mine moved into the insides of her thighs and rubbed her smooth flesh.
The trouble with having my face deep in Faith’s puss was that I couldn’t shriek loudly as I came. Or rather I could, but no-one could hear and all that happened was that I sucked in some of the brunettes tasty twat juice… which as was so delish may not have been a totally bad thing. I did quake, though, quivering with intensity as I had my first orgasm from her tonguing. I returned the favour double, hammering quicker and harder at her clit. I could feel Faith blowing into my cunt as she gasped and squealed into the wet hole, her hard Slayer body rocking against mine. The two of us lapped deep, thrusting our faces forward into the other’s shaven and slick slots, licking in the juice as we buzzed the sex buds with our tongues. Orgasmic wave after orgasmic wave hit me as Faith showed her expertise at going down (or going up as she was underneath me). From her muffled moans and squirting pussy I was sure that I was doing a good job on her as well.
We so into each other neither of us heard Mrs Post return into the main room until she said sharply, “Buffy, a moment…”
I looked up, Faith’s cum dripping from my lips and rolling down my chin. The older watcher was standing there, naked apart from a pair of stockings and a ten-inch strap-on. In her hands she was holding two smaller, but still eight inch dildos. I licked the cum from my lips and said, “Yes, Mrs Post?”
The woman quickly threw the dildos at me. I caught them, one in each hand. If I impressed her with my speedy reactions she made no sign off it. I waited, trying not to squeak or shudder as Faith continued to lap at my pussy. Without me encouraging her with my own tongue she was slower and shallower than before, or perhaps she just didn’t want her slurping to be a distraction whilst I was listening to her Watcher.
“Buffy,” said Mrs Post, “I’m going to take Faith up the backside. I want you take the red dildo and prepare her bottom for me.”
“Sure thing,” I said happily. I sat up, laying the purple dildo in Faith’s firm stomach. I pulled her legs up and apart so that I could get easy access. She continued to lick, her tongue darting into my wet slot, deliberately keeping me pleasured but just a touch away from loosing myself in an orgasm. I gritted my teeth, trying to concentrate on her ass – not easy when your pussy is being tongue teased. Mrs Post stood, with her hands on hips, watching us, “Hurry up, Buffy. It will be morning as this rate.”
Faith’s ass was tight, despite the butt-banging she’d got last night. Teenage Slayers heal quickly, and that includes well-opened back holes. Mrs Post was not one for physical effort herself, not when she could get a pretty blonde Slayer to do the work for her. I pushed the top of the toy in, forcing apart the hole. Faith squirmed and hit my clit, making me squeal, before she moved back to a slower, more relaxed pace. I began to slowly work the toy in and out, humming a small tune as I gradually stretched her butt-hole. I could feel Faith’s moans vibrating into my cunt, her pleasure sending sonic waves of bliss into me. Several times I had to pause as the brunette sent me, accidentally or not, over the edge into orgasmic shudders. Mrs Post waited, her eyes alight with lust, as she watched me dildo her Slayer’s ass.
“That’s it Buffy,” she murmured, her voice dry and cracking in anticipation, “Something you are good at.”
I ignored the insult and pushed the dildo deeper into Faith. The teen brunette’s head dropped back, away from my cunt and she gave a deep and loud moan. I waited for her to lift up again, but she seemed to have gone on strike and was just moaning contentedly with no thought of my pussy. I shoved the toy a little further, pausing as I wondered whether I should keep going and risk loosing the plastic up her rectum or pull it back and keep safe.
Mrs Post made the decision for me, “That’s enough Buffy.” I let go off the toy, leaving it sticking out of Faith’s butt. Mrs Post got onto the bed, and gave me my next orders, “Pull her legs back and onto your shoulder’s, Buffy; I want ease of access.”
I did as I was told, curving Faith’s back and lifting her ass off the bed. Mrs Post slid forward so that her thighs were under Faith’s butt and pulled the dildo out of her Slayer’s ass. Instantly she replaced it with her large strap-on, stretching the already open hole even further. Faith gasped and gripped at the bed as Mrs Post pushed in, her moans passionate and loud. My own pussy was tingling in excitement as I watched the strap-on move in deeper, Mrs Post smiling grimly as she slammed the toy deep into the brunette Slayer. Licking my lips, I held Faith’s thighs against my shoulder, keeping her in place and letting Mrs Post have the space she needed.
“Buffy,” said the Watcher as she jammed in and out of Faith’s ass, “Take the second dildo… the blue one,” it was more purplely, but I knew what she meant, “and use it on Faith’s front hole. Faith pull your legs back, Buffy needs a free hand if she’s going to toy you.”
Faith did as she was told pulling her legs back and wrapping her ankles round the back of my neck, pinning me in position, even if I’d wanted to move. Luckily I was more than happy where I was and taking the dildo I began to push it in and out of Faith’s wet cunt. The teen gasped as I entered her in partnership with Mrs Post. I could feel Faith rocking beneath me, as she tried to arch and twist. Her naked stomach pressed against my slit, sending slivers of pleasure arcing through me. I worked the dildo quicker and quicker into her slit, ramming it against her clit. She screamed in pleasure, “Fuuuccck! Fuuuuccckkk! Fuuuuuuccckkk!”
Mrs Post was moving faster as well, a look of concentration on her face as she deep-slammed the strap-on into the brunette’s fuckable butt. She moved quicker and quicker, ramming the dildo down. Even as I masturbated dark haired slut’s sexy Slayer twat I watched fascinated as the strap-on vanished into Faith’s back hole, to reappear within seconds, each thrust and pull perfectly timed and positioned for maximum Faithy pleasure. The teen screamed and shook, her hands gripping at my sides and massaging my waist as I bounced up and down on her quaking body, “Fuuuccckkk! Fuuuuccckkk! Fuuuuuccckkkkk!” screamed Faith.
I moved quicker, hitting her clit in time with the panting Watcher’s hard thrusts. Mrs Post was sweating, a thin sheen of perspiration covering her as she put her effort into rewarding Faith for dusting the vamps earlier. She moved harder and quicker, ploughing teenage ass as if she was born to fuck. I could hear her panting, quick little gasps of exertion as she gave it her all – she was right, Giles couldn’t have rewarded like this. Her thighs slapped into Faith’s ass, stinging bangs, powerful and passionate. I slammed my own toy into Faith, watching the cum bubble from her teen cunt as she was doubly excited.
“Fuuuccckk! Aaaaargggghhh, fuccccckkk, fuck, fuck, aaaarrrghhh!” Faith had been cumming before, but it was nothing like the orgasm that hit her now. Her body arched and bent, lifting itself of the bed like she was levitating and nearly throwing me like she was rodeo bronco. Her legs untwisted from round my neck and shook uncontrollably, like a beetle on its back and only my quick reactions in letting go off the dildo and grabbing them stopped them from crashing into Mrs Post.
The Watcher halted her anal fucking of Faith and wiped a trace of sweat from her forehead, “Well caught Buffy,” she said dryly, indicating the legs that I was holding. I gave her a smile and pulled Faith’s legs back and apart. Faith murmured something that I didn’t catch, but her legs straightened and moved back so they were leaning on my shoulders again.
“I think my toy needs cleaning,” said Mrs Post, “What do you think Buffy?”
“I could do wash it with my mouth,” I volunteered.
Mrs Post nodded, and gave a thin smile – we were thinking on the same wavelength. There was a popping sound as she pulled the ten-incher out of Faith’s butt and offered it to me. I moved my head forward, between Faith’s legs and opened my mouth to take in the toy.
“Now Buffy I don’t want it smudged with your lipstick, so be careful,” said Mrs Post, obviously getting confused between my expensive, non-smudge, gloss and Faith’s cheap tramp lippie. I didn’t say anything cos I knew Mrs Post would give me a lecture on the importance of Slayers agreeing with every word their Watcher says, even if wrong. But mainly it was because my mouth was full, my lips were already round the dildo as I started to suck the toy greedily, slurping away at Faith’s anal flavouring and the thick plastic.
I couldn’t say it tasted good, but Mrs Post seemed to enjoy it, her small smile becoming so wide it almost reached her cheeks. She gave a small whinny of pleasure as my head bobbed back and forth, sucking at the dong and hitting the end into my cheeks. Faster and faster I went, cleaning the used cock and relubricating it with Slayer saliva. My body moved in time with my head, my pussy sliding up and down Faith’s tummy, sending stimulating waves coursing through me. Mrs Post nodded, “Suck it Buffy. Show me that you’re a cock-sucking Slayer. Suck it up…”
I ran my tongue over the toy, licking feverishly and showing Mrs Post that Buffy Summers was the sexiest Slayer slut in Sunnydale. I lapped and sucked, bobbing my head and rocking my body as I did. The rubber toy bashed at the inside of my cheek, hammering in hard as I threw my head forward. I slid over Faith, enjoying the warmth of her smooth skin against my wet hole. As I moved I left cum trails across her stomach, together with drops of saliva where my mouth had left the toy soaked in my spit.
My eyes moved to Mrs Post, she was smiling thinly and without laughter lines, her gaze fixed on me. Suddenly, she pulled the dildo out of my mouth, dripping my saliva down from it and onto Faith. She looked at me and then at the toy, “Buffy, after you’ve oiled it so well it would be a waste not to put it in your ass.”
I nodded excitedly, “Yes, Mrs Post, I’ll be a good girl if you fuck my butt. I’ll be a perfect Slayer.”
“You won’t Buffy,” smiled Mrs Post, “Faith will, but you won’t. However we don’t need to worry about that now. Faith lie on your front, Buffy get on top of her and raise your bottom up.”
“Yes, Mrs Post,” said Faith, almost jumping up and into position.
I didn’t say anything. I’d tried to reach out to the Watcher with my ‘good girl’ line and all she’d done is insult me. If it wasn’t for the thought of that ten-incher penetrating my cute behind I’d have picked up my clothes and headed. However, with the thought of that huge dildo hitting my butt I decided to stay and I dropped into place, lying on top of Faith and lifting my ass for Mrs Post.
Mrs Post moved behind me, “You have a very screwable backside.”
“Y’know – everyone says that,” I giggled and waved my ass invitingly. Mrs Post gripped my butt cheeks and started to pull them apart. I gave a murmur of appreciation as she rubbed the tip of the toy against my hole, teasing before the main entry. I gave another wiggle, “I’m so tight Mrs Post, loosen me up.”
I was expecting her to go in slow, allow me to get used to it and to comfortably stretch. I wasn’t expecting her to ram it like a stake into a vampire’s heart. I gave a squeal of shocked agony and my eyes bulged so much they almost popped out. The force drove me forward, my body sliding over Faith’s naked back – I could see why Mrs Post had me on top of Faith, much less chance of friction burns than the bedding. The Watcher grabbed my waist and then pulled back, taking me with her. The cock burnt against my insides as it drew back and I winced in pain.
“So Buffy, still tight?” asked Mrs Post.
I didn’t reply, gritting my teeth for what was going to be a butt-pounding of a ride. Mrs Post slammed forward again, ramming me so hard that I almost bounced off Faith, the brunette gave a moan of pleasure as she was forced into the bed, her open legs and slit rubbing against the quilt, “Oh fuck, Mrs Post, fuck Buffy hard.”
“I will Faith, have patience,” said Mrs Post curtly and hammered me again and again. Her thrusts were hard, brutal and without any consideration for my butt. It ached, it pained, it stretched. And as she slammed harder and deeper, faster and rougher I began to cum. Each thrust sent the toy ramming down my chute, to hit the thin wall that separated my ass from my pussy and to hit my clitty from behind, making it explode with bliss. And then as she pulled back, the friction stimulated nerves hidden under the thin flesh of my anal wall, driving me further into the pleasure zone. I closed my eyes and shrieked, “Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me forever.”
Mrs Post pounded in and out of my backhole, showing no mercy or interest in my wellbeing. I bounced and shook, shuddering under the pummelling it was getting and quivering with sexual pleasure. My titties bashed against Faith, bouncing and battering her back as my whole body earthquaked like I was San Francisco. The vibrations ripped through me, explosive waves that made my stomach flip and my nerves mangle. Below me Faith was enjoying my slamming down on her, I could hear her screaming with enjoyment. I opened my mouth and joined her, “Fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my slutty Slayer ass… fuck it please, please, please.”
Mrs Post gripped me harder and ploughed me, slamming her dildo down. My ass was burning, pain and pleasure mixing together like a sacred fire in some Greek Temple. My hands open and closed, clenching and unclenching in time with Mrs Post’s rapid thrusting, dragging the bedding towards me and Faith. I didn’t like Mrs Post, but at this moment I didn’t care, she could fuck like a pro… and from me that’s a compliment.
“Take it you little whore,” snapped Mrs Post, “You’re just a piece of meat. Take it whore.”
I screamed in pleasure, “Fuck, fuck, fuck my slutty hole. I’m your slut, fuck me, fuck me.”
The orgasms hit me, one after another, a constant barrage of sexual pleasure. They blew my ass, they shredded my mind, they left me in a constant state of joy. I screamed and writhed, shuddered and shouted, quivered and cried, my entire being rent my orgasmic bliss. It seemed to go on and on and on, each orgasm being instantly replaced by another, even more intense and pleasurable. I closed my eyes and went to heaven, my body and mind whizzing through a universe of orgasmic feelings. My mouth opened, “Aaaarrrrghhh, aaaaaarggghhh, aaaaargggghhh…”
Then it was over. Mrs Post was pulling out of my aching butt and I collapsed onto Faith, breathing heavily in my friend’s ear. I lay like that for a few moments, the only movement being the fall and rise of my chest as I tried to get my equilibrium back, it took a while…
Eventually I rolled off Faith, both of us sated for the evening. Mrs Post was tidying up her clothes, folding them and putting them in the drawers. She looked at me and Faith as we sat up, though the lustful expression she had worn before had been replaced by a cool dispassion; “Faith, we’ll meet in the library before school and go through your training schedule. Buffy I suggest you talk to Mr Giles about upping your game, as after your performance against those vampires earlier I have doubts about your ability to hold your own against anything apart from one of the minor demonic entities.”
She folded up the last of her clothing and neatly put it in her drawer. She looked at me and Faith, still sitting naked on her bed, before walking over to her bathroom door and opening, “I am going to clean my teeth. I shall see you both tomorrow.” The door closed after her.
“I like her,” said faith as she picked up her underwear, “I mean, Giles is okayish, but he’s a bit fusty. She’s real kick ass, I can respect that.”
I clipped on my bra, “She’s not Giles, that’s for truth. But I don’t trust her Faith, she’s too uptight, too cold. Like she fucked us, and I’m not saying it wasn’t great, but not even a goodbye kiss… I’ve met vampires who were warmer.”
“Like Darla?” asked Faith cattily, “I heard about your tryst with the big bad and her friend, getting doubled up rather than staking them.”
“Not the point,” I shot back, “I made a mistake. All I’m saying is don’t get yourself into something you can’t handle without her help, cos she’s all me, me, me and she won’t lift a finger if you’re on fire unless she can charge you for the water.”
“You’re just jealous my Watcher knows how to give proper rewards and yours give you a shiny apple,” said Faith.
“He gives me cookies, anyway it’s a joke,” I said. Then I sighed, fighting with Faith wasn’t going to get me anywhere, except rolling around in a parking lot trying to tear each others roots out. “Let’s leave it. I’m sure Mrs Post is fine. I’m just glad you’re getting a Watcher that works for you.”
“Sure B,” Faith grinned, “Five by five.”
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