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City of Lost Angels	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 33171 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Being a porn producer paid well, thought Cordelia as she walked through Ross Brubaker’s home; not only was it in the hills nestled amongst those of Hollywood stars, but it was bigger than both hers and half her friends’ places put together. There were a dozen bedrooms, three or four main rooms, more bathrooms than there were beds and a gym, an indoor pool and plenty other rooms for play and fitness. She vaguely wondered if the pictures on the wall were as expensive as they looked, she thought they probably would be. Ross’s PA was fussing around in the room over looking the back yard and pool, telling the make-up ladies where to set up, directing the technical guys on how to open the door onto the veranda and chastising the two studs for wearing trunks that clashed in colour. She glanced at Cordelia as she came through, "You’re late."
"Traffic was murder," said Cordelia defensively.
The woman had already forgotten about it and instead was pointing to the outside, "Mr Brubaker’s outside talking to the Director. You better go get briefed."
"Okay, I’ll go have a word with the guys," Cordelia put down her bag and started to rummage through it for her bikini.
"It’s a new Director, I thought I e-mailed you saying that Pete’s broken his leg so we had to get this new woman in. I must have entered your address wrong " the PA blushed at her momentary incompetence.
"Doesn’t matter," smiled Cordelia; she could have made more of it, but she realised that keeping on the good side of successful producers’ PAs was key if she wanted to be in the movies with the big dicks and which paid the big bucks. Anyway there was always the risk that the e-mail had been sent just that Cordy hadn’t read it. She pulled out her bikini from her shoulder bag and opened the veranda door for the cameraman who seemed to be struggling with the concept of a handle that opened inwards.
She could see Ross beside the swimming pool, talking to a young woman in jeans and a T-shirt, her back to Cordy. As she stood on the veranda Ross raised his hand in both greeting to his star and beckoning her before continuing with his conversation. Cordelia continued down the stairs onto the patio surrounding the pool, there was something recognisable about the Director from behind, nagging at Cordy’s memory. As Cordy approached she turned and Cordelia knew her.
"This is Amy Madison, she’s stepped in at short notice to replace Pete – he fell off a ladder," Ross gestured with his hand, "Amy this is Cordelia Chase aka Charisma Carpenter." He leant forward and politely kissed the porn star’s cheek, probably the only non-sexual touch of lips she’d get all day.
"We know each other already, we were both at school together," Amy replied.
"Great… old school friends" Ross said with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm as Cordy wouldn’t have described them like that.
On the plus side it hadn’t been her who turned Amy into a rat, nor had she forced her into being a cheerleader. And, whilst she vaguely recalled Dawn telling her there had been some unpleasantness between Willow and Amy over Willow becoming a magic junkie, Cordy was a neutral party in that. Still, she couldn’t claim that she hadn’t catcalled at Amy’s inability to do a somersault, or she had said that the witch dressed like she was a reject from a horror movie. And if Harmony had been the one who’d pushed a fourteen year old Amy into the pool Cordy had been the one who’d doubled up with laughter at how amusing it was. She forced a smile, "I think acquaintances."
Amy smiled, putting a hand out to shake. Cordy gingerly took it, half expecting Amy to use the skin contact to cast a hex on her. Instead all she felt was a slight tightening as Amy gave a friendly squeeze, "I was one of the geeks and Cordy was the Queen Bee, which is why I ended up directing and she ended up in front of the camera." She smiled and let go of the hand, "She wasn’t bad for one of the cool kids, we had some friends in common. You still see Willow?""
"Not for ages," lied Cordelia. She tried to remember what Dawn had told her, but there had been so much gossip to catch up on that Amy returning from ratlike form and having a falling out with Willow was much less interesting than the fact that Xander’s ex had banged Spike.
"We had a falling out," smiled Amy. She didn’t elaborate.
Ross wasn’t to be ignored in this burst of reminiscing, he turned to Cordy, "We’re lucky to get Amy today she’s turning into one of the hottest new Directors around."
"And I see you’ve won awards as well," Amy smiled at Cordelia. "Who would have thought we’d both end up working together?"
Cordelia certainly hadn’t thought she’d end up working with a geek, but she didn’t say that. "Yeah, we ought to see about catching up sometime," Cordy didn’t know if Amy was a lesbian, but if she was Cordy would let the other Sunnydalian sample her delights sometime. It would more than make up for any past misdemeanours of the brunette - she wanted to keep on Amy’s good side as the young woman was both a witch and, from what Ross said, an up and coming player in the porn world.
"That’d be fun," said Amy. She glanced over at Ross, he was looking at his watch and then up at the sun in a hint that time was passing and there was only another fourteen-sixteen hours of light left in which to film the scene. The young Director smiled, "Let’s do a talk through of the scene," she said.
"Okay," said Cordelia slipping into professional mode, "I brought this bikini?" She held up the tiny cotton bottoms and a top that was two pads and a piece of string.
"That’s good," said Amy, nodding, "You’ll look good in it."
"And better out of it," grinned Ross, back in the conversation, "that’s what the viewers want."
Amy nodded again and looked down at a piece of paper in her hand, "We’re going to start with the two guys – you’ve met Jeremy and Ron? I’ll introduce you in a minute. They’re sitting on their loungers in swimming trunks, talking about the house owner’s hot slutty daughter. You’re that daughter. You come out in your bikini to offer them both a drink, after a bit of banter you pull down Jeremy’s trunks and start to suck him, whilst beating Ron’s member with your hand. Then we’ll take a short break and if you could get out of your bikini then we’ll return with you sixty nine on the lounger with Ron, we’ll push the back of the lounger up so you’ll be at a downward slope so I hope you don’t get vertigo?"
"No," Cordy shook her head.
"Then we want to get a few shots of you beside the pool, first just posing, swinging your hips and looking sexy which we can add to the promo and then you standing between the guy, kissing and being fondled as you stroke their dicks. Finally I also want you kneel between them and suck their dicks, one at a time, whilst the other jacks it hard. That alright?"
"Good, so far," replied Cordelia.
"Then we move to the loungers again. We’re going to start with Ron fucking your pussy for a bit, him on top, then he’s going to do doggy style whilst you suck Jeremy. We’ll take a break and might swap loungers, but in any case we’ll return with Jeremy fucking you anally reverse cow-girl style. He’ll lie you down after a while, still below and then Ron will fuck your pussy. We’ll spend a bit of time on that, cos I want to shoot from various angles."
"That’s fine with me, you direct me I’ll do it," nodded Cordy, "So what’s after that?"
"I’m hoping to get the final parts in one shot. If you move to hands and knees again next to the pool we’ll start with Ron fucking your butt; we may have to pause whilst Jeremy joins him and gets his cock in there – you done double anal before though?"
"Plenty of times, I’ve a whole Charisma Carpenter DVD of it out; ‘Two Cocks, One Butt" the brunette grinned, imaging how the old Sunnydale Cordelia would have felt discussing the most intimate and kinky sex acts with Amy the teenage witch. She guessed the old her would not have been happy; the new one was just thinking about what fun it was getting fucked by two big dicks in her ass whilst people watched and filmed; and she was getting over two thousand dollars for the pleasure.
Amy continued, "Okay, I’m guessing that this is what a lot of the guys will be wanting to see, your tiny butt-hole being stretched by two massive cocks, so I’m not going to stint on this shot. I want the guys to pound it hard as they can and want you screaming in pleasure, fake it if you need, but I want it to be the orgasm of the year."
"I’ve not needed to fake yet," smiled Cordelia. "I gotta admit I’m really looking forward to it."
"Good, I’m sure we’ll all enjoy it. For the money shot I want you lying back on the lounger and the guys will shoot over your face," Amy folded the piece of paper and placed it in her jeans pocket, "Any questions?"
"No, that’s all clear to me," Cordelia nodded looking between Amy and the Producer.
"Okay," said Ross, "You better get to make-up and once we’re ready we can start shooting."
*
"I think we better check this place out, make sure there’s no vamps prowling around," Faith grinned.
Vi looked at the line of people queuing up outside the entrance. Virtually all of them were women, some dressed like Faith in jeans and leather, others like Rona in short skirts and tight tops and even a few like her in a more sensible set of slacks and top which wouldn’t rip if you needed to do a sudden back flip. "Um, Faith you sure? I think this might be a lesbian club."
Rona gave her friend the same pitying look a wolf gives a sheep before eating it and Faith’s grin wasn’t dissimilar, "Did you win the observation badge when you were in the girl scouts?"
The redhead blushed and shook her head. Rona grinned, "I don’t see why you should be so shy; you weren’t exactly fighting off Kennedy at the party a few weeks back."
"No…no… that’s not what I mean. I mean Buffy sent us to search out vampires in LA, not go clubbing," Vi replied. She took her duties seriously, perhaps too seriously which was why she was one of Buffy’s favourites.
"That’s what we’re doing. If you’re a vamp in LA you don’t hang round the graveyards, that strictly old school Sunnydale shit. No, you go where the food is and that’s places like here." Faith grinned and slipped her arm through the more junior Slayer’s pulling her into the line. Rona stepped in beside them, the young black Slayer hooking herself to Vi’s other arm. Faith put her hand on her heart in mock seriousness "And if in the doing are duty, we have a couple of drinks, a boogie and pick up some hot chicks well…"
"Being a Slayer is all about sacrifice," said Rona. She shook her head, "It’s hell, Vi, hell…"
Seeing she was outmanoeuvred Vi gave a small smile, "Okay, but we are going to keep an eye out for demons."
"Of course we are Captain Sensible," smiled Faith and to be fair to the brunette Vi was sure she would. Faith might have a reputation for being the most dedicated of the Slayers in getting laid (and there was some competition), but she still did her part in staking, burning and beheading vampires.
It was a Friday night and the club was near full with women dancing, women drinking and women making out. Vi gazed round, she couldn’t see any that looked obviously vampiric, but there were no mirrors with which to help her judge. Perhaps Faith hadn’t just chosen this club to party. "I’ll take a run round," the redhead turned to her fellow Slayers.
"You do that, Red" Faith rolled her eyes. Then she shrugged, "If it makes you feel better I’ll take a look around myself."
"I’ll get us some supplies," said Rona, looking towards the bar, "I’ve got ID."
Vi nodded and started to patrol round the club. It took her longer than she expected, women kept getting in her way asking her for a drink or inviting her to dance, with suggestive flicks of their hair and quick glances at her slender body suggesting that wasn’t all they were after. Vi blushed and turned them away; she wasn’t adverse to one night stands, as Rona said she’d done it with Kennedy a few weeks ago and hadn’t worried whether she’d be respected in the morning; but then she wasn’t on patrol. But as she swung round the club, checking the toilets and moving across the dance floor it became obvious that in LA wasn’t Sunnydale; if there were vamps they weren’t round every corner (or in every cubicle). Satisfied the club was clear she walked over to where Rona was sitting with two young women in their early twenties.
"Aly, Ashley," Rona gestured at the two young women, "This is my friend Vi." She slid a drink towards the redhead not giving her a chance to refuse.
"Where’s Faith?" asked Vi.
"Over at the bar," Rona nodded in its direction with a smirk. Vi turned her head to see what her friend was looking at. Faith’s patrol hadn’t got far, instead she was sitting at the bar flirting with a blonde, in a very low cut top, old enough to be her (very sexy) mother. Vi frowned, wondering whether she should do another lap to make up for the one Faith had failed to do; the place didn’t seem dangerous. Still wondering she reached down and took a sip of the drink Rona had ordered her, it was sweet and hardly tasted of alcohol
"So what do you do?" Ashley (or perhaps Aly) moved a little on the settee to allow Vi to slide next to her.
"I’m a Slayer…" Rona gave her a warning glance and Vi switched, "slave to dancing."
"Me too," said Ashley giggling. The young woman wiggled closer to Vi, her hand casually falling onto the redhead’s thigh. Rona grinned as she was equally casually sliding her arm round Aly’s shoulder, bringing the curly hair blonde into her side, something the woman didn’t seem to be resisting. Ashley’s hand moved further up Vi’s leg, brushing at her through the sensible slacks "You want to dance?" she purred.
"Sure," grinned Vi, the place was safe.
*
A glass of red wine floated towards Cordelia. The brunette reached out and took it, wincing slightly as she did, "Thanks Dennis," she said, "That was one hell of an anal scene; I enjoyed it, but yow…"
She was sure the ghost nodded, though because he was invisible she wasn’t sure whether it was a nod of sympathy at her battered butt-hole, one of agreement at her enjoyment or one of enthusiasm as he imagined her with two dicks up her butthole. Cordelia wasn’t a stranger to butt-fucking nor was that her first double anal; but it had to be the most intense she’d ever done. The normal DP had been as fast and furious, Ron and Jeremy attacking both her fuckholes with vigorously, sending her to new depths of orgasmic pleasure. Whenever any one of the three of them seemed like flagging a few quiet words from Amy had revitalised them, sending them back to action like she’d sent an electrical bolt through them.
And that was before the double-anal. Asses weren’t designed for two dicks, especially massive, thick porn star cocks and so most scenes were short and of no more than medium energy. But this one had been longer than most and almost violent in its intensity, the two guys slamming their dicks all the way in and opening her asshole like it was a slab of butter. Cordy wouldn’t say the orgasms weren’t worth it, but she wouldn’t be putting much weight on her butt tonight.
Her cell rang. "Dennis…" Cordelia called and waved at the phone. Seconds later it came floating towards her, the brunette took it and said, "Turn down the TV." The remote lifted in the air and the volume bars zoomed down to close to zero. Cordy mouthed ‘thanks’ in his rough direction and answered the phone, "Hi Cordelia Chase."
"Hi Cordelia; it’s Joyce I got your text about meeting up," said Joyce Summers, "I can’t do tonight, but what about tomorrow."
"That sounds good, I’ll check with my friend Dawn and see if she wants to come as well," Cordelia said. She knew that whatever plans Dawn had she would cancel them to see her Mom, but she could hardly say that on the phone. She paused a second and then said, "I was filming today with Amy Madison, you know her?"
"I remember Amy, " said Joyce and for a second Cordelia thought Joyce had got her memory back and remembered Sunnydale and the Hellmouth and that she had two daughters as well. But the Milf continued, "She directed a movie with me a fortnight back, she’s a really good director, got the best out of me. Did you enjoy?"
"Yes," grinned Cordelia, "It was magic" and even as she said it she realised how Amy was getting such intense performances from her stars. She wasn’t sure whether to scowl in annoyance or grin at memory of the ass-reaming she’d received. "Literally," she added.
"Good," said Joyce, "Look I’ve got to go, but text us with details of tomorrow and I’ll see you then. Ciao."
"Ciao," Cordelia replied back.
*
Faith had thought B was all Slayery sacrifice and duty until she met Vi; the teenage redhead was even worse. They were in LA, a city of fun and frolics who’s reputation for hedonism was only matched by Vegas; young, with money in their pocket (which Buffy had emphasised was for expenses) and at a club which was the hottest lesbian pick-up joint in the State. And all Ginger wanted to do was patrol like the place was some dive in Sunnydale and all the clientele either had fangs or were earmarked for supper. Not that Faith was totally averse to patrolling, just not every night. Still, if Red wanted to prowl the club looking for vamps Faith intended to spend the night searching for more alive hotties. She headed for the bar, leaning on it and trying to attract the barmaid’s attention. Faith was attractive, with a nice rack and a slender body so it didn’t take long for it to be her turn to be served. "One beer," she held up a finger.
"And you could get me a wine as well, white, dry," a voice murmured in her ear.
Faith glanced down at the fingers, the nail polish a bright red, stroking her wrist. The brunette grinned, looked like a hottie might have found her. She held up her finger again as the barmaid placed the beer in front of her "And a dry white wine." The barmaid nodded and turned to fulfil the order. Faith straightened her back and turned to see the woman who’d coaxed her into buying a drink; if she was ugly Faith would make her excuses and leave, but her instincts told her that the woman would be sexy and fuckable.
Her instincts were right, but she nearly dropped her drink, "Fuck," she gasped as a very alive looking Joyce Summers slid into the seat next to her. Not only alive, but looking good - no… great - in a low cut dress and with her come hither mouth painted as red as nails.
"Now that’s a reaction that I like," the Milf said as she took the glass of wine from the barmaid and sipped at it, "I’m Joyce Summers."
Faith pulled a twenty out of her jeans and passed it to the barmaid, her eyes not leaving Joyce, "Don’t worry about change." The woman was breathing, her diaphragm moving gently up and down, and Faith could feel her warmth, smell her scent; Joyce was neither undead or an illusion. A robot perhaps? "Faith Lehane?" Faith raised an eyebrow questioningly waiting for a glimmer of recognition.
"You asking me or telling me?" Joyce purred and adjusted herself on her seat, trying to get comfortable and making her titties wobble beneath the dress as she did.
"Telling you," Faith blushed, "I know your daughter, Buffy."
To her surprise Joyce laughed, "I must have a doppelganger. You’re the second person who thought I’ve got children, except she thought my daughter was called Dawn."
"My bad," Not a robot, the programming of the memory would be better, the sexy laugh and cute little wiggles would be worse. Something Sunnydale strange was going on, that was for sure, even if Faith didn’t have a clue what it was. She made a mental note to say something to Red Junior about choosing the right club for patrolling, even if it was by accident. "You just reminded me of someone I used to know." She’d play along see if she could find more clues before telling B her Mom was alive and twice as pretty.
"Old crush?" giggled the Milf and raised her glass to her lips seductively, "Thanks for the drink."
"Kinda," Faith admitted. She wouldn’t have said she’d a major crush on the old Mrs S, but she’d have definitely jumped her given the opportunity. The blonde smiled wickedly and leant forward a little, making her titties strain at the material as if they were wanting to get out. Faith blinked in surprise and took a swig of her own beer, Her eyes went down Joyce’s body, it looked good for someone who must be near fifty, at worst she looked mid-forties, probably younger; reincarnated Joyce wasn’t letting herself go.
"It’s always a shame to lust after someone and never get rid of that itch," Joyce’s voice was husky and sexy, her hand sliding across the bar so that her fingers were interlocking with Faith’s.
The brunette almost fell of her barstool; that was a flirt, a definite one. If Joyce Summers had been as forward six years ago Faith didn’t doubt that the crush would have been a big one. It also wouldn’t have been unrequited and they’d have been fucking within days, if not hours. "Yeah," she replied, "Friend’s Moms, they always say no."
"Not always," Joyce smiled, "I was shooting a movie today where the Mom said yes."
"You’re an actress?" Faith was confused, Joyce had always been arty, but she’d never seemed to show an interest in going on stage.
The Milf laughed, throaty and appealing, "In a way. I’m in porn." Of all the surprises that was the biggest one. The twentysomething brunette’s face must have shown it as Joyce continued, "Does that put you off?"
Hearing of Joyce’s career did several things. It made the mystery even greater, it meant Faith would need to be even more careful about what she told B and it suggested the swing of Milf’s chest wasn’t accidental. The one thing it didn’t do was put the brunette Slayer off, "No, not at all."
"Good," giggled Joyce and raised her drink again. Faith could see the older blonde’s smile through the glass, the upward curl of the lip a promise of delights. Faith took a swig of her own beer, a grin of equal suggestiveness playing across her face. Joyce placed down the wine and her hand slipped over Faith’s, her fingers sliding over and under the younger woman’s. "We could stay here; the drink is expensive though the company charming."
"Agree, on both," Faith replied, letting her fingers glide round Joyce’s.
"Or we could go to my apartment… get to know each other more intimately," Joyce’s tongue slid round her lips like she was planning to devour her prey.
Faith was more than happy with being eaten, metaphorically and literally. It would give her the chance act like Daphne and hoover up some clues for the Scooby Gang to work out why Buffy’s Mom was back; and she’d get to fuck the hot Milf. She glanced over to where Rona and Vi were, her two fellow Slayers were sitting close to a couple of blondes and from the way they were draped over each other Faith guessed even Vi had decided that they weren’t at danger from vamps. Faith swallowed her beer in one gulp, "Sounds like a plan J."
*
They took a taxi to Joyce’s apartment, a small but neat unit in a modest part of the city. Any plans Faith had for exploring the apartment for clues whilst the Milf was slipping into something more comfortable were ruined as soon as the door was closed, not that Faith was complaining as Joyce’s mouth latched onto hers. They’d managed to resist the temptation to make-out in the cab, if only because the cabby had launched into a litany of what was wrong with America today, which had ranged from the President to Papa Smurf; it seemed rude to break into his rant by slurping their faces off. So when they got into the apartment Joyce was quick to make up for it. Her lips pressed into Faith and her tongue forced its way into the brunette’s mouth, levering it open and swirling around. As she did so she her hands were dragging off Faith’s leather jacket. The Slayer didn’t resist, shrugging her shoulders to help the garment on its way and then grabbing Joyce’s waist to drag her closer and make herself even more kissable.
"Mmmnnn, yeah, the company is charming," said Faith as Joyce pulled her head back for a quick breath. She grinned, "Even fuckable I’d say."
"I hope you would," giggled Joyce, "I told you I’m a pro."
Her hands were sliding to Faith’s midriff undoing the belt before starting to undo the jean buttons. Faith kicked off her pumps, "Not complainin’ here."
"Or here, you’re very fuckable as well," Joyce pulled at the jeans, Faith helped her remove them.
"So people have said. Hey; I never said I didn’t like getting hot and sweaty, even if I am just a gifted amateur," Faith replied pulling off her top. Joyce’s hands reached round the brunette’s back and expertly unclipped the black bra, letting it fall to the floor. Faith was aware there was a disparity in clothes as she was standing their in just a thong and white gym socks, whilst the Milf was still fully clothed, even if her dress was so revealing it showed half of her large titties.
She didn’t have a chance to mention it before Joyce turned round so that her back was facing Faith. "Unzip me," she purred.
"Sure," said Faith and slid down the zip, Joyce shaking herself free of the dress as it loosened. It fell to the floor and Faith saw the Milf’s naked buttocks and a tattoo of heart with wings arching out etched just above it. Faith stared, surprised by the fact that Buffy’s Mom had been tramp stamped and had left the house without underwear, that was slutty of the Milf.
"You like," giggled Joyce, "The tattoo is new, a suggestion from a friend."
Faith licked her lips, the tattoo did add something, making the buttocks seem even rounder and the hips more womanly. "I like a lot," she said.

Joyce continued to titter as she swung round to face the brunette, she had another tattoo on hip and her pussy was smooth. Joyce Summers had changed from uncool Mom to hot slut since she’d died and come back; and Faith wasn’t complaining about the change. Especially as Joyce was pushing her towards the sofa and as the brunette sat down peeling down her thong, Joyce drop to her own knees and finished removing the Slayer’s underwear from her ankle.
"Very nice," Joyce giggled as she looked at the young woman’s bald pussy. Her hand went to it and two fingers spread the lips, the middle one stroking to the clit. Faith gave a small whinny of excitement as Buffy’s Mom played at her cunt, the blonde’s digit tickling at her pleasurably. Between her legs she could feel the sensual heat and the wetness, her twat starting to throb and pulse as the blood raced round it. At eighteen she wouldn’t have imagined she’d be sitting on a couch as Joyce played with her slit, at twenty-four she was still half sure it was dream
The Milf continued to slowly rub and massage, at the clit, not hard or fast, but a slow rhythmic circular motion, twirling the bud round and round under her tip. It still made Faith shudder and she arched her back, thrusting forward as the pleasure got deeper. "Mnnnn, that’s good, that’s so good."
"I can do more," giggled Joyce. She reached out to the coffee table and pushed away a magazine. Under it was a dildo. She was much more prepared than the old Joyce would have been, Buffy would have wigged it if her Mom had kept sex-toys in the lounge. The Milf came nearer to Faith, lifting the brunette’s legs so that the thighs were resting on the fortysomething’s shoulders and her face was just inches from the Slayer’s fuckhole.
"Ooohhh yeaaah," groaned Faith as with one hand Joyce pried apart her cunt and with the other pushed in the dildo. It wasn’t massive, six or seven inches, but with little bumps which rubbed at Faith’s and made her buzz in pleasure. And Joyce knew how to use it, quickly getting into a fast-paced rhythm, smacking the toy down the pussy and hard against the walls. The brunette gasped and arched her back as the toy brushed at her G-spot, the tiny knobs pressing at it. Her cunt got wetter, the excitement rising. "Ooooohhh, fuck, yes, Joyce, yes."
And that’s when Joyce added her mouth to the mix. Faith shuddered as the Milf’s lips planted themselves at her hole, opening to let out the older women’s lithe tongue. It slurped and licked at the side of the wet hole, running over the pink inner flesh as the toy went down beside it. More juice secreted itself from the walls, coating the dildo and intermixing with Joyce’s saliva, overflowing from the hole and onto the labia. Harder and harder Joyce hammered the toy, ramming it at the hole.
"Fuck, this is fucking….yeah," moaned Faith as Joyce’s mouth raised up her body, sliding and kissing and licking from the cunt up over her moms to her stomach. As Joyce raised herself so did Faith’s legs, going up at angles to her body like they were a raising bridge. Joyce continued to fuck away with the dildo, driving it deep and hard. Faith groaned and gasped, enjoying every second of her old friend’s Mom, when she spoke to Buffy she’d keep this bit out of the story. Joyce’s mouth was on her belly button now, kissing and licking, her tongue pressing into the small hole as her dildo continued to enter the larger one. Up she carried on, her mouth leaving a trail of kissed and licked flesh marked by her tongue and lips. "Yeah, fuck, yeah, this is so hot."
"Mmmnnn," Joyce’s mouth was sliding up Faith’s sternum, kissing between the ribs and she approached the bottom of the cleavage. The brunette’s legs fell from the blonde’s shoulder and Joyce landed even more on top of her; Faith could feel the older woman’s heavy tits across her stomach, the swinging, large bosom wiping away wet saliva Joyce had left. "MMnnnnn, mnnnn," Joyce was evidentially enjoying the taste of Faith’s skin.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," Faith couldn’t stop herself letting out squeaks of pleasure. Joyce’s mouth was on her tits, suckling first one nipple and then switching to the other, teasing it, pulling it, playing at it with her teeth. And all the time she was carrying on with the dildo, thrusting it into Faith and twisting and turning it so the knobs whirred round Faith’s wet tunnel insides. Joyce Summers, an ex-suburban Sunnydale Mom, gave sexual pleasure like a pro; which she was thought Faith.
The Milf’s tongue was flicking at the bottom of Faith’s chin, swinging up and over the edge and up towards her mouth. Faith took the hint and opened to receive it. As Joyce went in her hands left the dildo and moved round the back of Faith’s neck, encouraging the brunette’s head forward into her. The dildo was still there, lying in Faith’s cunt, slipping and sliding around as Joyce’s body pressed at hers. The younger woman’s hands reached down and she pulled it out; there wasn’t much space between her and Joyce, but in what there was she began to rub the toy against the older woman’s cunt.
Joyce tittered and raised her head, "If you want to fuck me properly I’ve got a double-header and a strap-on in my room. Do you want to fuck me?"
Faith wanted little else at this moment. She nodded, "Yeah. I’m gonna to screw you so fucking bad."
"And I want you to screw me good," Joyce licked her lips lasciviously. She stood up and reached down to Faith.
The brunette took her hand and got up, not letting go as Joyce guided her into the main bedroom. The room was functional; a bed, a dresser and a wardrobe its only furniture - though, Faith thought, she only really needed one of them. Joyce opened the wardrobe and came out with both a double ender and the strap-on. "Which one?" she giggled, "Or we can use both if you’ll have the energy.
"Oh, I’ll have the energy," grinned Faith, drinking in the older blonde’s still sexy body.
"You look like you would," smiled Joyce, getting onto the bed. She spread her legs invitingly, looking at Faith with a lustful look as she licked the double-ender, sliding it sensually into her mouth.
"Let me help," said Faith. She joined Joyce on the bed, sitting so close that they were brushing at each other’s thighs and legs. The brunette took hold off the other end of the toy and began to lick it up and down, her face coming tantalisingly close to the Milf’s, who drew back and allowed Faith’s tongue to follow, the Slayer licking round the already wet toy. As Joyce’s retreated she let go off the toy, leaving it to Faith to hold. The younger woman’s tongue swung round again, coming down the toy in a long, slow, sensual lap. She smiled as she lifted her head and looked down at Joyce’s pussy; the pink, bare slit was looking good, damp and ready.
She glanced up at the blonde Mom again and Joyce nodded, "Put it in me."
With one hand Faith spread Joyce’s quim lips with the other she threaded the toy into the woman’s hot hole. Joyce gasped and moaned, giggling in pleasure as she was penetrated. Faith pushed it a couple more inches in, before stopping with plenty sticking out. "My turn for the cock," she smiled and opening her legs and spreading them wide, she took the toy and guided herself onto it. Joyce smiled and held the rubber, keeping it in place (and sliding herself another inch or two) as Faith impaled herself on it. Faith carried on gliding forward, her wet cunt slipping slickly over the flexible dick. It felt so good, making her pussy open and warming the wall with its friction. "Oh yeah," the brunette moaned sliding back and forth, "Oh yeah."
"Yes, that’s right, Faith, work that dildo," Joyce tittered. She leant back on her hands, licking her lips as she watched Faith get into a rhythm. It didn’t take long for that to happen, the brunette swiftly moving into a steady if speedy beat, thrusting her cunt down the toy and groaning as it stimulated her spot. Joyce giggled again and started to thrust forward and back herself, driving her pussy forward and then sliding it back. Faith was impressed by how quickly and efficiently Joyce matched her, within seconds they were at the same pace, their cunts banging together in the centre as they jointly covered the toy.
"Ooohhh, yeah, fuck," Faith slid her cunt forward and with one hand began to rub the wet pussy and clit above it.
The toy whirred in, harder and more vigorous as Joyce’s weight drove at it. The blonde was getting the same, her body shuddering in pleasure as Faith slammed at the dildo. The brunette grinned and upped the pace, pushing harder, enjoying the cock herself and giving equal pleasure to Joyce. The blonde gasped and shook, speeding up to match the brunette. Faith could see her titties bouncing and jiggling as she shuddered, the Milf’s large breasts wobbling enticingly from side to side. It was a sight that Faith would never have believed she’d see - Joyce Summers naked and fucking. A dribble of perspiration leaked from the woman’s forehead and she wiped it quickly away, thrusting her head back and crying out, "Arrrrrgghhh, fuuuckkk. Aaarrggghhh!"
"Yeah, fuck, shit this is hot," Faith gasped in reply, ramming her body forward. She remembered Buffy had been hot and sexy and good as well; it was obviously a family trait, even if Joyce was more open about her sluttiness than Buffy who hid it behind a shield so thick it was like concrete. Faith pressed at her clit, shaking as the orgasm tore at her. She didn’t pause, but carried on slamming, "Fuuuckk, shiiittt, aaarrggghhh!"
"Oh God, yes, Faith, harder, harder, faster," Joyce gasped and sped up to match her words, her skin flushing and sweating as she exerted herself. Faith wasn’t going to let a ‘muggle’ beat her, even one as sexy and professional as Joyce and she worked her own body. Joyce squealed and shrieked, her eyes closing and her hair twirling around as she thrust her head back like she was being probed by an electric rod, "AAAAArrghhhh, aaarrrgghhh!"
Faith pounded in and Joyce sprang to meet her, and then they fell backwards again, both gasping and moaning. Forwards, back, in, out, thrusting and retreating. The toy between them was slick with their juice, the cum glistening on the plastic before it vanished as if washed away by their pussies gliding over it, only to reappear a second later, the cum even thicker and wetter on the toy. Faith grinned, looking at Joyce, she was so turned on by the Milf, Joyce was turning out to be a better fuck than the brunette had ever imagined, it was such a shame she’d hadn’t got a chance to bang her years ago. Even as she gazed at the sexy Milf Joyce shuddered and shook again, her titties banging like beach balls and her mouth opening in a scream, "AAAAAArrghhh, yesssss, aaaarrgghhh."
The blonde Mom slumped back, gasping with and moaning, "Fuck," she groaned, "Fuck."
Faith pulled the toy from her pussy and dropped it on the bed, before kneeling over Joyce and running her tongue over the Milf’s pussy. It was damp and cummy, tasty like a pussy should be. The brunette licked again, before glancing up at Joyce; the busty fortysomething was panting and flushed, still hit by the orgasm. Faith smiled naughtily, "I’ve still got plenty of energy," she purred and ran her tongue over Joyce’s cunt again.
The Milf groaned, "In a moment," she murmured.
"I’m in no hurry," Faith’s tongue swept down over Joyce again, flicking over her lips and hole in between before surging up to the clit. The Milf shivered in pleasure. Faith repeated the stroke, a long, luxurious lick.
"Ohhh," giggled Joyce, "oooohhh, urrrrhh." Her fingers moved to her clit and she began to rub it as below her Faith’s tongue slurped over the cunt. She was quickly beginning to revitalise and Faith licked harder and quicker, acting like Joyce was a battery and Faith the mains. The blonde gave another squeak, "Aaahhh," and a moan, "Uurrhhh."
Faith’s head lifted again, "You ready now?"
"Oh, I’m ready," tittered Joyce. She rolled over to the strap-on, picking it up and offering it towards Faith, "You want to be top?"
"Yeah," Faith grinned. She would have happily bottomed as well, fucking or getting fucked by Buffy’s hot Mom would be equally fun; or it would be if Joyce had the energy of a Slayer. Faith wondered, after she told B, she could arrange a rematch with her fellow Slayer’s Mom without telling the younger blonde, and this time she wouldn’t exhaust the Milf before strap-on time and see how the woman rode a Slayer. But for this time, she sat up on her knees and buckled the toy on place as Joyce got up from the bed and came back with some gel from wardrobe. She smeared it on her palms as Faith said, "I don’t think you need more lube, your pussy’s still soaking and this bad boy is big, but no more than the other dildo."
Joyce smiled and began to coat the toy with the oily jelly, "I was thinking you’ve fucked my cunt, why not fuck my ass." She looked up at Faith, an inviting grin on her face, "That’s if you want to?"
It didn’t take Faith more than a second to nod, "Yes." She loved fucking hotties’ asses, but most didn’t do it on a one-night stand and Faith wasn’t one for long term relationships; it seemed Joyce was the jackpot. Faith vaguely thought that Buffy or not she might break the habit of a lifetime and make sure she kept Joyce’s phone number.
The Milf giggled as she slapped the last of the lube on and finished rubbing it on. "Yes, that’s ready. Now bang my asshole." She dropped onto her back, lifting her ass up as Faith slid her knees under the woman’s buttocks letting Joyce’s legs rest on her shoulders. With one hand she took the slippery dildo and pressed it at Joyce’s hole.
"Oh, oh, urrhh," tittered Joyce as the brunette began to force it in. Her smile got wider, always a good sign when you were butt-banging someone, and whilst one hand reached out to grab the bedding for support, the other began to rub at the straightening nipple on one of her large boobs. Faith carried on pressing the toy down, feeling the sphincter enlarge to take the dong. The hole opened easily, partly due to the lube, but also, Faith guessed, from recent usage; it seemed Faith’s strap-on wasn’t the first anal invader Joyce had received today.
"Yeah, stick it in Faith," Joyce grunted, her heels rubbing over Faith’s shoulders.
"Yeah, five by five," the brunette grinned back. The dildo was deep enough in that she didn’t need to guide it anymore and she let go, instead grabbing at Joyce’s ankles. She pushed them back using them to lever up the ass and as it neared her thrusting her pelvis, driving the dildo in deeper. Joyce squeaked and gasped, her stomach creasing as she was folded. The hand that had been gripping the bed shifted and she began to use it to rub at her clit, moaning furiously.
Faith pulled herself back and shot herself forward, thrusting the dildo deeper into the open ass. Joyce squealed louder and shuddered as more of the penetrated her, she squeezed a titty so hard it almost popped and hit her clit with her fingers, making the bud vibrate in time with her butt-fucking. "Aaaarrrghh, yessss, aaaarrghhh, fuuucckkk!" she squeaked, cum leaked from her pussy as she touched it, the juice soaking her lips as it bubbled out of her pink, fleshy hole.
Faith went faster and harder, ramming the dick all the way in. her body slapped against Joyce’s butt cheeks, reddening them. The brunette pushed the Mom’s legs back even further so that she could look down and see the dildo shooting down and then disappearing between Joyce’s cheeks and into her. She went faster and harder, drawing on her Slayer strength and stamina to give the Milf the butt-reaming of the century. Joyce seemed to appreciate it as she screamed and squealed with every thrust, her body shaking like she was in an earthquake and her hand speeding over her clit so far it was like a blur. "AAAAArrrghhhh, fuuucckkk, yesssss, aaarrrgggghhhh."
The cock zoomed down Joyce’s butt wrenching apart the cheeks and pounding open the hole, sending the Milf over the edge of pleasure. She writhed under Faith, obviously enjoying every second. Faith thrust even harder. Her own clit was throbbing as the back of the toy rubbed against it, making the bud quiver in ecstasy and her pussy was soaked and wet, the liquid staining the straps which dug over it. "Yeah, take it J, take my fucking huge cock," she grunted and pounded harder.
"AAAArrrghhh, yesssss, fuck me, fuck my ass harder!" shrieked Joyce, thrusting her body forward to meet the younger woman’s dong.
"Yeah, Jaycee, take my cock. Take my cock like a fucking slut in your slutty anal fuckhole," Faith grunted, smiling as she said it. She couldn’t believe that it was Joyce Summers lying here getting her asshole filled with a great big strap-on and loving it. Of all the weird and mystical things Faith had scene, and as a Slayer who’d hung round Hellmouths she’d seen a lot, the formally sedate and dignified Mrs Summers screaming like a hooker as she was anally fucked by someone she’d met hours earlier was number one. Faith knew there was something strange going on, not just that Joyce was a total nympho, but that she didn’t recognise her, even now as the brunette was pounding down on her, thrusting inside. Still, that was a problem for another day, "Yeah, that’s it, I’m fucking your ass, I’m banging that sexy butt wide fucking open. Take it, take it all, fuck at me back."
"Yesssss, aaaarrghhh, fuuuccckk," Joyce worked with Faith, rocking her body and hammering her butt backwards, inviting the dildo all the way in. Faith closed her eyes, feeling the intensity of her own pleasure, revelling in the hammer blows of the dildo’s haft at her own clit and enjoying the sound of Joyce’s ecstatic screams and shrieks, knowing that they were a result of her the brunette’s skill and stamina. "AAAArrrghhh, fuuuckkk, fuuuuccckk!"
Faith’s eyes sprang open and she looked down. Joyce’s face was contorting in pleasure, the lips twisting in a rigor mortis grin, the eyes wide open exposing their whites, the chin jutting at an angle as the jaw clamped sideways. It should have looked like a horror movie; it didn’t, it looked like hot, sweet fucking. Joyce screamed again, her back arching up and bending, pushing her titties in the air and making them wobble. Faith pounded through the woman’s orgasm and Joyce shrieked louder in appreciation, "AAAAAArrrghhh, aaaargggghhh!"
"Yessss, yesssss," Faith gasped herself. Her pussy was zinging, her cunt wet and warm. She went harder, pounding Joyce into the insensibility of a rag doll. Waves of ecstasy flooded through her and she felt her thighs flex and weaken and shudder as the orgasm hit. The young Slayer carried on pounding and the ecstasy flowed wider, zooming up her chest and down her legs, filling her body and limbs with a flaming bliss beyond heavenly. "Yesssssss, yesssssss, aaaargggghhh!"
"AAAAAarrrghh, aaaaaarggghhh," Joyce came as well, her body turning and twisting and bending.
There was a pop as Faith pulled out. Joyce’s legs slipped down her sides, the shins rubbing at Faith’s sweaty waist as the brunette fell forward onto the Milf. "Fucking hell, that was five by ten," murmured Faith as her mouth searched for Joyce’s lips.
"For me too," murmured the blonde and opened her mouth to receive Faith’s post fuck kiss.
*
Through a crack in the curtain Faith could see the first light of dawn arising, pushing away the black of the night. She seldom saw the dawn, normally she was gone by now, sneaking out as her pick-up slept and back to her own place fast asleep. She glanced over at Joyce as the woman got out of bed, standing up and stretching so that her butt-cheeks wobbled and the tattoo of a heart with wings looked like it was flying; shit, she was fuckable. Joyce turned round, smiling, "You’ll stay for breakfast?"
"Sure," grinned Faith. The Milf was also an amnesiac Buffy’s Mom and if she’d skipped out after fucking Faith would have lost an excuse to stick around and find out some clues; and perhaps have another fuck after some re-energising herself with some orange juice and waffles.
"I’m just going to take a shower first," Joyce smiled and walked over to the door in the corner. Faith watched her, taking in the swing of the hips, the sway of her tits, the wiggle of her butt-cheeks. Fuck, I banged that last night, I fucked B’s dead Mom, thought Faith. She had no regrets, it had been some of the best sex she’d had for months and she hadn’t been having a drought either. The door closed behind Joyce. Faith waited a moment to hear the sound of running water before sliding out of bed and putting on her pumps, she didn’t bother with anything else. If Joyce did come out unexpectedly it would be easier to explain her looking round the apartment as she waited for breakfast part nude than if she was fully dressed and looking like she was about to flit. Perhaps she would get Joyce’s number and arrange a follow-up fuck.
There was little in the bedroom, some clothes, some contracts for movies, a half-read Agatha Christie (Faith had always put Joyce down as a slushy romance reader, finding she was a whodunit fan was one of the minor surprises of the night). There was little history, no photos or mementoes or even clothes that had been bought long ago and stayed hidden in the back of a wardrobe since they’d gone out of fashion. It was as if Joyce had suddenly appeared only a few weeks ago. There might be more in the main room, thought Faith crept over to the door, silently opening it so not to alert Joyce.
The metal bar hit her so hard in the face that her nose was broken straight away. The Slayer raised her hand catching the second blow. It broke her fingers. She still desperately tried to hang onto the club, but whoever was holding it was stronger than any normal person and wrenched it painfully from her. She cried out, hoping to warn Joyce of the danger even as she moved into a fighting stance. She was too slow and already too injured. The bar hit her again, fracturing her skull and dropping her to her knees. It came down again, smacking hard on the back of her head.
Beneath her the carpet was growing red. A chunk of white, matted with dark fell in front of her; she dimly realised it was part of her skull and hair. There was a sudden burst of pain, more agonising than anything she had known…
Joyce stood behind her, still dripping from the shower. Her face was blank, like an unprogrammed robot. A hooded figure stood in front of her and touched Faith with a boot, the teen flopped a little and another spurt of blood gushed from her shattered head. The figure looked at Joyce, "You will need to replace the carpet; it’s stained."
"Yes, master," Joyce nodded.
The hooded figure turned to the third person in the apartment, Amy Madison. "Amy, help me with this body."
"Okay, my lord," she bent down and took the dead body’s feet as the hooded figure bent and grabbed under Faith’s armpits. For a moment his hood fell backward, showing a face scarred and disfigured, before he shrugged forward, slipping it back into place. The young witch grimaced - it was not an attractive face, damaged and ravaged by a magical fire so intense that the remains of his nose, lips and cheeks were like a candle that had melted, rivers of torn, mottled flesh that had dripped down and hardened. She tried to force the memory of it out of her mind and instead turned her head to Joyce, "Open the secret passage."
The blonde walked over to a piece of blank wall and pressed it at the top. For a moment a bright light shone through a crack and then the wall vanished into nothingness, revealing a set of concrete stairs, lit by a buzzing electric light. Amy and her master carried Faith over and down the stairs. As they went down the wall reappeared, swallowing the light beyond and looking as perfect as if it had been undisturbed for years.
Joyce began shift the furniture to one side and pulled back the ruined carpet. She moved swiftly and efficiently, unconcerned by the bits of blood and brain and skull that were scattered around the floor.
*
"Call me," giggled Ashley, she finished writing her digits on Vi’s hand before clicking the pen and replacing it in her bag.
"Sure," said Vi and leant in to kiss the young woman, sliding her tongue over and round the other’s and bringing her hands down to squeeze at Ashley’s cute, firm buttocks. The night had been fun, much as Vi hated to admit it, she and Rona had had a few more drinks with Ashley and Aly, then some dancing that got closer and closer, until they were ready for a cab back to the Hyperion Hotel. Vi had taken Ashley upstairs to her room and fucked her half into insensibility, tongues, fingers and toys entering and exploring a variety of holes on both women. And from the squeals and squeaks from Rona’s room her friend hadn’t been discussing the finer points of Greek Mythology with Aly.
She broke the kiss and watched as Ashley walked down the path, pausing at the gate to wave to Vi. The redhead waved back, waiting until Ashley was on the sidewalk and hailing a cab before she headed back into the hotel, it was strictly a one night stand, no matter how cute Ashley was, she thought as she entered the dining room. Rona was already there, eating her cereal. Vi poured some into a bowl and joined her friend, "Okay, okay, I know last night was fun."
"I didn’t say a thing," Rona said with a smile that said lots.
Vi shrugged, "Well tonight we should do a proper patrol with Faith. She not back yet?"
"Last I saw her she was at the bar chatting up that busty blonde Mom," said Rona, "Looks like she went to her place, I guess we’ll see her about lunchtime."
"We can train without her," Vi said, "A short spar before lunch and then we’ll decide what to do."
Faith wasn’t back by lunchtime, which told the teen Slayers their friend had likely had an even more energetic bout than they had thought. Without her, at Rona’s insistence, they decided to spend the afternoon window shopping in LA boutiques and star spotting. Faith still wasn’t back when they returned home which was worrying. Nor was she around when they finished dinner or came back from patrol, which was even more anxiety inducing. And she still hadn’t turned up when they awoke the next morning – which is when they decided that something bad had happened and hit the panic button.
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