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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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It was the Monday after Homecoming and things were still tense in Sunnydale High. Partly cos I wasn’t wearing the Homecoming Queen crown that should have been mine. But mainly it was cos Xander had caught his girlfriend and best friend licking each other’s pussies like they were in porn. I’d spent most of the weekend acting as a go-between between him, Cordelia and Willow and the upshot was that Xander and Cordelia weren’t an item (which must have made Harmony’s week) and that he wasn’t exactly talking to Willow either. And where Willow and Cordy were, relationship wise, was a complete mystery.
And as I entered the school grounds I noticed, Anya – vengeance demon and my Friday night fuck – was wandering round. I was tempted to stake her, just on the principal she was bound to be up to badness. However, Snyder tends to frown on me stabbing to death people in the corridors, unless I can prove they’re about to munch on the Basketball team and I was already perilously close to expulsion after he caught me hanging round the library after hours. I gave her a curt nod, but she just ignored me – which was even more off-putting as she’d been slamming me six ways from Sunday a few nights ago.
I walked over to Xander. He was sitting on the low wall next to the entrance, looking between Cordelia and Harmony standing on the balcony and Willow, who was sitting and pretending to read a book at one of the lunch tables. I dropped my bag next to him, “Hey Xander. Feelin’ better?”
The way he shrugged gave the hint he wasn’t, “Surviving. It’s kind of a shock to rescue your best friend and girl and find them in each others arms.” I didn’t feel I should mention that more accurately they’d been in each other legs. Instead I gave a sympathetic nod and let him continue, “And then to find out they’ve been secretly seeing each other since mid-vacation. And I didn’t even notice – is there something wrong with me?”
“Er, no, well you are a man and I guess they were both looking for something more womanly. That’s not, um, er, your fault, that, um, er, your not a woman,” I stumbled over what I was supposed to say and suddenly realised what Giles feels like, being an old man dealing with a bunch of over hormonal teens. Luckily help was at hand, even if the help didn’t know it yet. I grabbed Anya as she walked past, ignoring her yelp of surprise and pulling her towards us so that she sat down. Her necklace bounced outside her shirt as she hit the wall with a bump and she hastily put it back in. She glared at me, but I ignored her, as long as I didn’t make a wish she was powerless. Instead I said to Xander, “Xander. This is Anya. She’s new in town. Anya there’s nothing wrong with Xander is there.”
I squeezed her wrist, just enough to remind her I had Slayer strength and that she was a demon. She looked at him, “I suppose he’s vaguely passable for a mortal. What’s the matter with him?”
“Girl trouble, but nothing that needs vengeance doing,” I said, suddenly realising that my plan for distracting might not be as risk free as I thought. I looked at Xander, “Whatever you do don’t use the word ‘wish’.”
He was away in dreamland and I had to nudge him to get it out of it. I pointed to Anya, “This is Anya, she’s a demon, who’s just planning to leave town before I hunt her down. Weren’t you Anya?”
She pouted but didn’t answer. Xander shrugged without interest and said, “Y’know I wish I could score with girls…”
“Xander, you idi…” I began to say.
Anya interrupted me, “Granted.”
Everything started to go blurry…
*
I stretched in front of the mirror. I ached all over, even a night’s sleep – all four hours of it – hadn’t been enough time for my battered body to recover from the pummelling it had received from the Mohra Demon I had encountered. I groaned and stretched some more, with luck I’d have a quiet day, talk Giles into a little less training and be up and ready for the tonight’s patrol.
I opened the door from my room and stepped out into the landing. Coming out of the bathroom was a young man, naked apart from one of Mom’s dressing gowns, and it was open enough for me to see he was as well equipped as a stallion. I felt myself tense with lustful feelings, my brain reminding me I was a lesbian, but everything else screaming at me to go straight on the off-chance he’d slide that gorgeous cock up my tight Slayer slit. The young man looked at me, “Buffy Summers, right?”
I tried to act calm, “Yeah, that is I. I mean that’s me. Saying I sounded really, like, pretentious didn’t it?”
He grinned, ignoring my verbal incontinence, “Xander Harris, we’re in the same year at school.”
“Oh, really?” I lied. Everyone knew Xander Harris, Sunnydale High’s resident stud, and when I say knew, I mean in the biblical sense. Xander had fucked half the girls in my year, a couple of the teachers and, according to my older sister Dawn, got his end away with a good chunk of the girls in her sorority at Sunnydale Uni – she was tight lipped about whether her own lips had remained tight.
It didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to work out what he was doing here. And just to confirm thinking that the door to Mom’s room opened and Mom stepped out, she was wearing her second gown; it was as open as Xander’s, showing her pussy and ripe tits, though as soon as she saw I was there she blushed and closed it. Xander’s eyes moved from me in my jeans and sweater to the more seductive Milf. I took a quick peek in her room, the bedding was rumpled.
“Morning Buffy. This is Xander,” Mom smiled at him as she spoke and with her eyes indicated the bedroom. From the grin of Xander’s face he knew she wasn’t suggesting they had another game of tic-tac-toe.
“We’ve met,” I said, “I’m gonna get to school early, I need to see Mr Giles…’bout some study plans.”
If I’d got a chance with Xander I’d have stuck around, but Mom was already well ahead in the ‘tempt into bed’ stakes and I had about as much hope as pre-school bang off the Sunnydale stud as I did off winning a scholarship to Harvard. But I did need to see Giles, anyway, to see had got any further on the big bad vamp, Willow Rosenberg, who was carving up Sunnydale like it was a Sunday Roast. I vaguely remembered her from when she was human, as meek as a mouse, with long red-hair and a taste in clothes which would have been unfashionable in 1950. Now she was a leather-clad vixen, vampily stylish in a Goth way, but also violent, vindictive and viscous; I needed to stake her before she turned Sunnydale into her own personal morgue.
Mom didn’t know any of this, so she just smiled and said, “See you later Buffy…”
*
I knocked on the door of the ex-librarian’s house; hoping he might answer the door. There was a tweak at the blinds, as Giles peered out to see it was me. I waited patiently as he opened the front door and waited for me to come in. Even though it was daylight he never made a gesture or word of invite. I couldn’t blame him. Even as he entered he was twisting to one side so that I would see the unblemished side of his face, not the scarred and ruined cheek and empty eye-socket – the last present of the Master before I staked him.
“Buffy,” said Giles. His voice was almost a hiss, the vampire’s slice hadn’t just ripped away half my Watchers face, it had torn into his vocal chords, making every word sound like he was sucking a stone. It might explain why he said few words, but the half-drunken bottle of whisky might also provide an explanation.
“Anywhere with Willow?” I asked.
“She fed last night,” my Watcher said, “It was on the news.”
“Was it her? It could be just a normal vamp,” I said.
“It was her,” said Giles angrily, “Why must you always question me? I am your Watcher, you will obey me.” If he had been able to he would have been shouting, but his ruined throat wouldn’t allow him to speak louder than an angry hiss, like steam escaping from a boiler.
“Okay,” I said, “Think she’ll be out tonight?”
“She will. She likes the hunt,” said Giles.
“Know where I can find her,” I asked.
Giles walked over to his whisky bottle and filled himself a generous measure into a tumbler. He downed it all in one, “No. Patrol and you’ll find her. Or she’ll find you.”
“Helpful as always Giles,” I said sarcastically.
Giles waved his hand in dismissal and refilled his glass.
*
I used to be popular, at Hemery High I had a gaggle of friends or girls who wanted to be my friend or girls who knew I was way above them in the social scale, but hoped by standing near me, nodding and laughing at my jokes some of my popularity would magically attach itself to them. That was Hemery, before I got my calling; in Sunnydale I had fewer friends than a leper with a BO problem. For some reason no-one wanted to hang round the girl who smashed up the Bronze and had a rep for smacking around ugly looking guys with twisted faces.
After the final class as everyone else walked out in groups, gossiping and giggling I headed home. I’d study, eat something – with Mom if she was around, a microwave if she wasn’t – and then hit the streets hoping to get lucky and meet a prowling Willow Rosenberg; and if not at least get rid of a couple of her brood.
When I got home Mom was there. She wasn’t alone. I could hear her moans as soon as I entered the house. They got louder as I headed up the stairs and I could hear grunts of male exertion as well, the two sounds interspersed and almost rhythmic. Her bedroom door was open and I looked in.
Mom was on her hands and knees. Xander Harris (who I guessed had skipped school to fuck Mom) was behind her, gripping her waist and pounding her ass. His sexy, muscularly toned body, was covered in sweat and I felt my own juices rise – he was just so manly and I’d never thought I’d say that as a compliment. Even as I watched his took out his cock, God it was so much more massive when erect, and stroked it a few times. Spurts of cum shot out, landing on Mom’s round ass and the small of her back.
I turned away, my face red, not from embarrassment – I’d seen and heard Mom fucking dozens of times over the last couple of years – but from lust. I rubbed away a sliver of sweat from my head, it wasn’t that hot in the house and it was def on the cool side outside, so it wasn’t external heat that was causing it, but my pussy blazing with desire. I backed away from the door and headed to my own room; there was a slight change of plan to the evening activities – jill myself, then eat, then go slaying.
*
“Buffy…help me, please,” Larry Blaisdell was pleading, something I never thought I’d see. I was pretty pleased though, not cos super-cool Larry, who thought himself God’s Gift, was asking from help from little Miss Unpopular, but because the reason he was pleading was that Willow Rosenberg had her teeth to his throat.
I headed down the alley behind the Bronze. She must have been out with the owls, as it had only just turned dark – still at least it meant I could get an early night and listen to Mom getting fucked by Xander, which was as near any banging by him I was likely to get. The vamp smiled as I got closer, her once long red hair was much shorter and she had discovered lippy – though it was much more darker than the pink hues I favoured.
“Let him go,” I always want to say something witty at this time, but can’t find the words.
“If you want,” smiled Willow. She picked Larry up by the scruff of his shirt and tossed him against the wall, he grunted in pain and fell onto a pile of cardboard boxes. I looked at him, he didn’t look to badly damaged though he’d have some damned big bruises tomorrow. But he was frozen in terror, unable to escape. I sighed, I’d have to stake Willow and then escort the big baby home, otherwise he’d prob stay there shaking all night.
She gave a little giggle as I pulled my stake out of my jacket pocket, “Come and get me, Buffy. Come and get a little piece of Willow, I know you want to.”
“Shut up and die,” there’s one thing I can’t abide and that’s chatty vampires. I lunged forward, she was quicker than I thought and dodged away. I swung round again, just missing her as she jumped over and behind me. Luckily I was prepared and even as she came in from my back I kicked out, smacking her in the chest.
We stood apart, waiting for each other to move. Willow licked her lips, “You look yummy. Good enough to eat.”
“It’s not snacking time,” I said and jumped forward. As I expected she dodged, my first thrust. But it was the second blow that I was planning to get her with and even as she was dodging my right hand, I was bringing up my left to give her an almighty hook on the side of the head.
Her hand gripped my left wrist. Now, that wasn’t what I’d anticipated. I gave a cry as the redhead vamp twisted it round, forcefully twirling me at the same time so that she was behind me and pushing me down, so that my knees were buckling. Her teeth bit into my throat. The pain was so intense I felt my brain was about to burst, it was like a thousand icicles were being ground into me. But it was nothing compared to the sheer explosive, orgasmic pleasure that flowed through me – I now knew why no-one fought back when a vampire bit. Even as my heart slowed, I wanted her to bite me more and harder, to make heaven in my body. Things began to go black…
She turned me again, so that I was facing her. I could feel myself on the edge of death, a light distantly beckoning me. Willow’s fingernails slit a line through her flesh, just over her tits – the red liquid slid from the cut. “Drink, Buffy, drink,” she cooed. Her words were soft. I wanted to die, I knew what happened to those who drank – they became soulless killing machines destined to burn in hell when someone like me, my successor, finally dusted them. The light was there in the distant, glowing like an unearthly door – it was offering me salvation.
“Drink, Buffy, drink, ”Willow Rosenberg was offering me damnation, not even life just a different kind of death. But her voice was compelling, like hypnosis and the blood pumped from her chest so enticingly, like a red honey. I closed my eyes and in my last moments of mortality I drank.
*
I was on a bed, a very comfortable and soft one that wasn’t mine. There was silence, nothing; not birds cheeping outside my window nor Mom banging around. And my room smelt of perfume and scented candles, this one had a more delicious aroma of sweat and decay.
I was dead or rather undead; one of the elite, above mere mortality.
I put my hand over my heart; it was still, as unbeating as a lump of lead. My chest still moved up and down and I frowned, as I put my hand on my tummy, feeling the movement.
“It’s the body’s habit,” said Willow, “It still thinks you’re alive and need air. You don’t, but I keep it going; people see you not breathing kinda puts them on their guard.”
I opened my eyes. I had expected to feel groggy or ill at waking up dead. I didn’t; I felt great – if a little hungry. The room was cold and unwelcoming – at least for the living - stone walls with no windows, a wooden door was in the corner, next to some stairs leading up. The only light came from some flickering candles and a couple of dim, dusty bulbs all that remained working in broken chandelier. Willow was sitting on a chair next to the bed, watching me. Slumped head down on her knees was Larry Blaisdell. Willow pulled up the dead man’s head by his hair, shrugged and let him drop to the floor, “Sorry, Buffy, I was hungry.”
“He was your kill,” I replied, but the dried blood on his neck made me hungry. I sat up, “I got to eat.”
“I’ve got a tasty morsel I was keeping for later,” said Willow, “However why don’t you have him?”
If I had a heart it would have leapt with excitement at the thought of a feed “Oh yes,” I gave an excited squeal as Willow languidly got off her chair and walked over to a large ring of keys sitting on a sideboard. She through them to me and pointed at the door in the corner. I grinned and nodded, “I’ll just go and have something to eat Mama.”
“Call me Will,” my sire said, “Have fun. The first is always the tastiest.”
I unlocked the door. The room was gloomy, a little light from outside and a little light from the moon, shining in through a hole in the roof. I stepped forward
“Buffy, thank God, it’s you,” said Jonathan Levinson as I stepped into the room. He was chained to the wall, the manacles on his wrist were meant for a taller man and he was standing on his tiptoes. For the second time that night someone said to me, “Help me, help me please.”
I took a step forward, he was so tiny he was I can see why Will called him a morsel, so puny that if I hadn’t been so hungry he’d have been hardly worth snacking. He looked at me, as if wondering why I was standing with the keys in my hand, but making no move to unchain him, “Buffy help me. I know… I know you’re a Slayer.”
I reached out and stroked his cheek, smiling as I went to my own game face, “Sorry honey bun, that ship has sailed.”
He screamed and thrashed as my teeth closed in on his neck.
*
I let the corpse drop; it dangled in the chains, the metal of the links rattling against the stone wall. I never knew a meal could be so much fun. It wasn’t just the sweet, irony, cloying taste of the blood sliding down my throat, nor was it solely hunger being sated and replaced by a feeling of strength and power. It was also how the meal acted, the gasps of pain and pleasure that came from Jonathan as he tried to struggle free until finally the light went out of his eyes and his heart stopped.
I licked the blood from my lips and turned. Will was standing, leaning against the open doorway watching me. She smiled thinly as she looked at our ex-classmates swinging body, “Was that fun?”
I smiled and ran my hand through the hair of the dead body, “He was yummy.”
Willow giggled and turned back into the main room, “You always remember your first, Slayer.”
I followed her snapping angrily, “Don’t call me Slayer. That was the old me, the weak and pitiful me.”
“Or you’ll do what?” Willow made a crying face and pretended to wipe her eyes like a small child whose candy has been snatched, “Will you stake me Slayer? Will you drown me in Holy Water or take me outside in the sunshine. Or will you mewl like a Slayer baby.”
I struck out. Willow laughed and dodged by punch as easily as if it had been thrown by a five-year old. She twisted her body and kicked out, smacking my legs from under me.
I fell face down. Before I could get up Willow was on my back. She grabbed my hair and smacked my head into the cold, stone floor. She laughed, “You want to play rough Slayer?”
I snarled, anger and horniness flowing through my body in equal measure. I tensed and pushed up, sending Willow skittering off my back. I leapt towards her as she struggled to regain her balance, this time as we fell it was me on top. I moved my hands to her corset and ripped the leather top open. She laughed as her titties bounced out and continued to do so as I gripped them hard and squeezed, pushing my nails in.
“Is that all you can do Slayer? Is that it?” my sire taunted even as pinpricks of blood formed on her bosom.
“I can do more,” I said, my face contorted with rage. But before I had a chance to do so she had knocked my arms away, making be fall forward with surprise. She was lithe and strong and again I find myself the one on the bottom with Willow above me, her titties hanging out and free. She sat on my arms, pinning me painfully to the ground, despite my struggles.
I stopped fighting, it was a lost battle. Willow waited for a few moments, her knees resting painfully on my upper arm muscles. “Patience my little vixen,” she smiled and moved herself back so that she was sitting on my midriff, with her knees resting on the stone floor. Any plans I had to thump her with my newly free hands were swiftly disabused, as she leant forward and gripped my wrists in her hands – they were like steel hawsers. Her lips came together in a thin smile, “I see you are a little hellcat, my slutty Summers.”
I scowled and she laughed. Her head was hovering above mine, looking at me. It began to lower until her lips were brushing against mine, tenderly moving like stroking a purring cat. Her tongue pushed at me and I opened to receive it. It didn’t come, instead her mouth opened wider and her teeth snapped down on my lower lip. If I could have opened my mouth I would have screamed as the agony raced through me. My body thrashed, trying to fight against Willow – unsuccessfully – my eyes opened wide in pain and I could taste the blood coursing into my mouth.
Willow let go and sat up, letting go off my wrists so she could wipe the blood from her mouth. She giggled, “You’re a puma, Slayer, but I’m the tiger.” She slapped my face, “Remember that.”
“Yes, Will,” I said through gritted teeth.
She stood up, letting me stand. “Oh Buffy,” she said gaily, “We’re going to have so much fun. We’re going to paint this town red.”
I nodded and smiled, the place needed deadening up, that was for sure. Willow moved behind me and her tongue moved out to lick my neck, as her hands reached up to pull apart my top, ripping the wool of the sweater as easy as if she was tearing a sheet of paper. I stood still as her hands slid under my bra and squeezed my titties. “We’ll have so much fun,” she murmured in my ear and bit my neck so hard that again I had to grind my teeth so stop myself from squeaking. She bit deeper, her teeth pushing into my skin so that I could feel the blood, sliding out of my cuts and over my dead skin.
“We’ll hunt every night, taking those we want and riding them like ponies,” her mouth was next to my ear as she spoke softly. The hands she had been using to rub and squeeze my tits became like pincers as her fingers moved to my teats and she nipped my nipples, digging her long sharp nails into the erect nubs until I was shivering in pain. Her teeth bit me again, this time on the lobe of my ear, “Would you like that Buffy?”
“Yes,” I squeaked.
“Good, Buffy, but remember, I sired you. You are mine forever” she let go of my tits. One hand moved to my throat, flicking away the hair and massaging the side of my neck, a warning on how easy she could snap it, “and ever…” Her mouth kissed my ear, licking at the blood from the bite marks. Her second hand moved down my body to stop at my pussy. She rubbed at it through my leather pants, pushing her hand hard against it so that I warmed and wetted. Her tongue moved round my earlobe and back down the side of my head to bloody cut on my neck. She gave the wound a lap before whispering, “and ever…as long as we both are dead.”
I gave a moan as her finger squeezed by mons through the leather and she giggled. Suddenly without warning she let me go and threw herself on her seat, tossing her legs over one armrest and lying back over the other so that her red hair drooped towards, the floor. She slid her hands over her naked titties and grabbed them, squeezing them so hard I thought she was going to pop them. Then she looked up at me, her smile cold and cruel and sexy, “You know what I did first when I became a vampire? Even before I snacked on those bitch Cordettes?”
“No, Will, I don’t,” I sat on the bed, and rubbed at my own slit through the leather. It wasn’t as good as my sire’s touch, but it kept me having to gouge out mine or Will’s eyeballs with sexual frustration.
She smiled, her eyes lighting as she remembered, “I went home and then I made my Dad fuck me until my Mom came and caught us both. I killed him and made her beg for her life as she ate my cummy cunt and then… you know what I did?”
I rubbed at my pussy faster, pushing my fingers harder through the leather as I listened excitedly, “What… what did you do?”
“I put my mouth to her tit, like I was a baby and I sucked her dry…” Willow smiled, “It was delicious… the screams, the fear, the sobbing. You never get a thrill like killing your Mommy.”
I couldn’t help undoing my pants and sliding my finger down on my pussy, feeling the wetness of my smoothen cunt against the digit. I touched myself deeper, pushing into the hole as Willow watched, smiling, “Do you want to fuck and eat your Mommy, Buffy?”
“Mmmmnn, yes,” I moaned, my finger moved in, “I want to fuck her and her boyfriend, both. Then I want to feel their lives in my hands… as I put them out like a candle.”
Willow giggled, “Seduce her Buffy. You’re a vampire now, uses your hypnotic powers and make her fuck you. Go home and take her.”
I slid my finger out of my pussy and licked away the cunt juice, “I can’t go home, she’ll have to invite me in and why would she do that if I live there? It’d make her suspicious.”
My sire smiled and shook her head, “So naive in the ways of vampires my little Slayer.” I scowled, but she shook her head and shushed me, “You live there and can come and go as you please; oh I know you’ve heard that vampires can’t get into their old houses, but that’s only when the owner knows they are dead. And your Mommy doesn’t, I brought you here to turn, no-one knows your dead,” she giggled, “except Larry and Jonathan. And they’re not talking. Now hurry up my sexy Slayer – get home before it is light.”
*
I only just got home. Dawn was breaking as I slithered in through my window. I was exhausted, having run miles from Will’s underground lair to Revello Drive on top of having been bitten, turned and bitten again. Even with the protein from Jonathan coursing through my system I needed a sleep. I smiled as I pulled back the covers, I was a creature of the night now and there was no need to get up to go to school.
If it wasn’t night when I awoke, it was dusky; the gloom the harbinger of the darkness to come. I looked out, feeling the excitement of unliving course through my veins. So much out there, mortals with their dumb, useless lives – all just ready to be hunted and plucked, there screams would be the music to my dance of death. But first there was Mom and I salivated at the thought of having her before my fangs sunk into her neck, and with Xander as well, both of us taking his large prick, deep inside or slutty Summers’ bodies.
I delved into my drawer and pulled out the sluttiest clothing I had, a mini-skirt so short I’d never worn it and a cropped top, that even when I’d bought it at sixteen had been revealing and now hardly covered my titties. I slid them on, no underwear required. I briefly wondered whether to slide on my slippers, but why bother they weren’t going to be on long enough to warm my tootsies.
I slid out a stake and began to run it over my slit, teasing myself as I waited for Mom to return. It didn’t take long for me to hear her come in and start banging around as she started to prepare dinner little knowing that tonight’s meal was her. I took the stake out of my slit, licking away the trace of cum and the small dab of blood where I’d scraped myself too hard.
I slinked downstairs, carefully ducking the mirror in the landing and headed into the kitchen. Mom was bending down, examining something in the fridge and allowing me to examine her cute Mom ass. She straightened up and turned, “Did you have… Buffy what are you wearing?”
Her tone suggested that she didn’t like it, but I flashed my eyes over her, my vamp hypnotic power planting dirty suggestions in her brain. I could see angry stance soften and her expression grew more surprised, as if she should be irritated at my gear, but couldn’t be so. I walked over to her, slowly and seductively swinging my hips. “You like?” I asked my tongue moving slowly over my bright red lips, “It’s my new slut look; to get me laid.”
She frowned, “Er… um…I’m not sure,” her thought processes were slowing as the power of the vampy suggestion worked its way through her brain. I hurried them along by sliding my hand up to her neck and walking round behind her, tracing a pattern with my finger. My hands moved to her waist and I could feel her give a sharp intake of breath as I squeezed and pinched at the flesh beneath her blouse, “Er,,, Buffy…”
I swung round to her front and pressed my lithe and slender frame against her Milfy chest and titties. My hands reached up to undo the top button of her blouse, as I wet my lips sensually, “I’m sure you like it…”
“Yes, yes, I do,” said a flustered Mom, her skin going red
I made her even brighter so as I stood on my tiptoes and pushed myself into her throat. I resisted the temptation to bite and instead licked her. I could feel her trembling and taste her sweat, as her puzzled brain simply refused to cope. I smiled as I pulled myself away and with a small, sexy skip jumped onto the table. I didn’t have to pull my mini up far to expose my naked slit. Mom’s gaze moved from shock through inner disgust to lasciviousness all within the space of a few seconds. I smiled and spread my open hole with two fingers, “And I can tell you love Buffy cunt.”
“No… no…yes…no… yes…” said Mom, her expression changing from lust to confusion to somewhere in between. I spread my pussy wider and slid in my middle finger. That seemed to make up her mind and she relaxed and gave a definitive nod, “Yes.”
I slid my finger round and round my dead, but still soaking wet, hole. Mom’s eyes followed my movements, her breathing shallow and tongue darting out to lick her drying lips. I pulled my digit out and licked it, the cunt cum tasted as deliciously yum as when I was alive and the wickedness of sucking it from my finger as my hypno-Mom watched added another further excitement, making me shiver with pleasure. I slowly got off the table and sauntered over to Mom, sliding the finger that I had been down my cunt over her chin and mouth. I could feel her breath, strangled and gasping as she struggled to control the lust I was bringing up in her.
“Were you planning to have Xander tonight?” I said as I undid another button on her blouse.
“Xander?” Mom sounded confused, as if she had forgotten the big-dicked stallion who had been mounting her. It could have been the hypnosis doing funny things to her memory or it could be cos I’d eased my hand inside her blouse and doing a very undaughter-like squeeze of Mom’s mounds. She blinked and forced herself to try and concentrate, “Xander… I’m not sure. I was, but now…” Her words finished in a moan as my fingers pulled and tweaked at her nipple as I slid her bra down to under her tits.
I moved my tongue over and gave the sexy teat a long, slow lick before looking up at her again, “Invite him over Mommy, let’s share him and fuck him together. You’ll get so hot watching your lickle, ickle Buffy get ass-fucked by your boyfriend.”
“Buffy, I don’t know,” murmured Mom in confusion.
I licked her titty again and slid my hands slowly up and down her waist, “Give him a call Mommy, call him over to fuck us.”
“MMmmn, Buffy, yes,” said Mom.
I took my head back and turned her in the direction of the phone, watching her wander over in a daze. I jumped back on the table as she punched in his number, and spread my legs so that she could see my leaky cunt as she spoke. The conversation wasn’t long, before she returned back to me, still looking a unsure and lost, “He’s coming over.”
“You told him there were two Summers on offer,” I said, smiling as I brought my finger over her nipple.
“Yes, yes, I did,” said Mom, still shocked at being an even more brazen hussy than she normally was.
I bit at the teat, squeezing it between my teeth. Mom shuddered, her quivering getting stronger as I moved and rubbed at her pussy through her slacks. I could feel the wetness of her slit through the material, her pussy shivering hotly as I massaged her hole and lips. I looked up and licked my lips, “Lets go and change into our sexy nightwear. Show Xander what a slut pair we are.”
I took her upstairs and into her room, “Pick something whorey,” I said and then headed into my own room to change. I hadn’t got much, something I’ll need to change. I made a mental note to hit a couple of boutiques and see what the screaming staff would recommend, but in the meantime I went for thongs and a bikini top from a few years before – it was lucky I was such a clothes hoarder.
I walked back into Mom’s room. She had gone for a small frilly nightie with a cut-out front through which her large titties dangled. I slid my hand down and fondled her nude, slot; squeezing and feeling the cum slither over my palm. She moaned, “Buffy… oh… should we…? Oh, oh.”
The doorbell rang. I gave Mom’s ass a hard slap, making her gasp and said to her, “Too late, slut.” I opened the window and looked down on Xander, making sure that I leant far enough out the window that when he looked up he’d get a good view of my teen titties I called down, “Come in, the door’s open.”
He looked up and his mouth dropped open as he saw my bosom bursting out of the bikini. His surprise quickly transformed itself into a lustful leer, “Okay.”
“We’re in the bedroom,” I added, unnecessarily, and shut the window.
I just had time to scoot over to Mom and lock lips with her, dragging her into me in a sexual embrace, when the bedroom door opened and in came Xander. He paused as he saw me push my tongue into my Mom’s mouth and slide my fingers up to push into her soaking wet slot. However, he didn’t seem put off by a hot cutie making out with her Mom – probably happened to the stud all the time, I guess. I gave Mom another cunt tickle, making her buck and pulled my head back to turn to Xander, “We couldn’t wait.”
“So I see,” grinned Xander, his denims bulged invitingly.
“Come on Mommy,” I giggled, “Let’s help Xander out of those tight jeans.”
Mom paused, then a smile spread across her face as she made peace with having a threesome with her new young boyfriend and her daughter. She stepped forward to join me, “I want a taste of that big prick before it goes down my ass.”
“Or mine,” I said as I pulled of Xander’s shirt. His chest was smooth and muscular. I ran my tongue over his pecs and nipples, kissing and licking as I moved. Below me Mom was kneeling and undoing Xander’s jeans. His rock hard dick sprung to attention as Mom pulled the denims and boxers down past his knees and ankles. She opened her mouth and started to lick it as Xander stepped out of his jeans, leaving him just in his socks.
“Mmmmn,” Mom said as she started to lick at his hard prick. I moved one hand to play with her hair, the other scratching lightly at Xander’s back to help keep him revved up. My mouth slid over his smooth, muscular stomach and up to his mouth. We opened together and our tongues pushed against each other, slipping and skittering as they probed and fought and swung round fighting for dominance.
I shook my head and stepped back. Mom was still on her knees licking at the erect shaft. I smiled at Xander, “You want it sucked properly?”
He nodded, his eyes on my chest, guessing he meant me. I didn’t; Mom was under my power and so I intended to use her. I grabbed her head on both sides and pulled her back, leaning down I said, “Suck it like a big girl Mommy,” before pushing her forward and onto the cock. I kept the pressure on until Mom was well down his cock and from her expression I guessed it was tickling at the back of her throat. I let her come back a little and then pushed her forward again, hearing her grunt and dribble out some saliva as Xander’s dong hit the back of her throat. I smiled, “Work it Mommy, deep-throat that prick.”
Like the expert cock-gobbler she was Mom soon got herself into a deep rhythm, sliding forward far over the manhood and guzzling greedily at it. I returned to Xander’s mouth, making out with him passionately and gripping hard at him to make sure that with two hotties in the room he didn’t decide to flee. Escape didn’t seem to be on his mind as he reached up and undid my bikini. The small strip of material fell from my titties to land on Mom’s head as she continued her deep-throat slurping, my thongs soon followed.
Xander grabbed my tits and squeezed. I making out with him and said, “Suck them big boy.”
He leant forward, as a side effect, pushing his prick deeper into Mom’s throat than she was expecting and making her choke. His tongue slid out and began to lap at my teen teats, the licking making them harden and covering them in a thin, wet glitter of saliva. I reached down and began to rub my cunt, moaning with pleasure, “Oh, that’s good, that is so good.”
I could feel the back of Mom’s head banging against my thighs as she energetically blew her boyfriend. It was hot, hearing her slurp and knowing she was sucking the dick of the man suckling on my titties, but I didn’t want him to come in her mouth. Not when Mom had an ass to offer. I broke away from Xander and took Mom’s head in my hands again, pulling her back from the huge dong. Her lipstick was smudged and her eyeliner run. I licked my lips, “You want to fuck her ass?”
“Hell, yeah,” said Xander as Mom bounded over to the bed and literally threw herself on it in excitement.
“Get on your hands and knees Mommy, wiggle that ass for Xander,” I said.
She waved it like a pro and from the look of him if Xander’s cock could have got any harder it would have. He gripped it in his hand as he got onto the bed. I was quicker, leaping on and moving behind Mom. I grabbed her cheeks in my hand and spread them for Xander, opening up her hole for his giant slab of meat. I grinned at him, “Come and fill her up.”
He started to slowly ease his cock into Mom’s ass, making her groan. I impatiently swatted at his backside, “Ram it in Xander. Split her like a sausage.” He looked at me, his eyebrows raised in surprise, at my suggestion to brutally analise my own Mom. I pulled her ass open more widely, “Fuck her Xander. Slam it in all the way.”
“Okay, Buffy,” he said, a slow smile spreading over his face as I used my vampire/slayer strength to pull open Mom’s ass so wide she yelped. Xander slammed down, the open hole presenting no obstacle and his dong slapping down in until his ballsack clapped against Mom’s ass. He grunted, “Fuck.”
Mom squealed, “Aaaarrrggghhh.”
I bent over her ass, letting my tongue run over Xander’s massive prick as he pulled it out. He slammed it in again, hard, fast, deep – Mom’s body bounced with the force and she let out another shriek of pained pleasure. My tongue continued to play with his dick as it went in and out, as with one hand I started to play with my juicy cunt. Xander rammed down again, the sound of his body hitting Mom’s earth-shatteringly loud, though not as loud or as high pitched as her shriek, “Aaaaaaarrgggghhh!”
“Fuck her, fuck her,” I screamed excitedly as Xander’s cock hammered in and out. My fingers moved up my slick cunt, slamming at my clit and making me gasp with pleasure – though they were nothing like the intense screams coming from Mom. The yells, orgasmic shrieks and pained gasps were a big turn on as watching the large cock ripping and rending her anal passage. I slammed my fingers harder up my pussy, making the cum drip down like a waterfall.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” grunted Xander as he pounded my Mom, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Oh, God, fuck her Xander, fuck the bitch hard,” I hit my clit, gushing cum everywhere, including Mom’s back. She didn’t seem to mind, the only thing she seemed able to concentrate on was the big prick in her. With every hard thrust she was rocked forward, her large titties bouncing like beach balls. She clawed at the bedding, screaming loudly as her anus was spread further open. Each time she orgasmed I could hear her cumming, the shrieks becoming louder and higher pitched until the reached a crescendo that could shatter glass.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… aaaaawwwww,” he groaned and threw his head back as he shot his load into my Mom’s ass. He slid out his large dick, leaving Mom’s open ass leaking with cum.
I’m a greedy slut and even as Xander was pulling out I was moving behind her. I knelt down and moved my hands to her squeezable buttocks, pulling them back apart so I could thrust my face between them and ram my tongue down her gaping asshole.
“Fuck,” said Xander again, this time in an incredulous tone as he watched me give my Mom an anal slurping.
I drove my tongue into her butt, pushing at the walls, red and sensitive from their stretching. Mom shivered and gave a little squeak as I rammed into the sore points. I both lapped away the cum and hit nerve endings already trembling from the prick pounding they’d just had. As she groaned I pushed harder, swinging my tongue round and coating it with cum, before flicking it back and swallowing the salty semen. Mom continued to moan in pleasure and Xander continued to repeat, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” as if his brain was stuck in a loop.
I cleaned the last bit of cum from Mom’s back-hole and turned back to Xander. He was sweating, the perspiration covering him in a shiny sheen as he lay back on his elbows, recovering from the hardcore anal fucking he’d just given Mom. Though to my eyes the most important part of him had returned to working order and his hard dong was erect, ready for action. I looked at him, “Me next.”
“Give me a moment,” Xander smiled.
“No moments” I said and pushed him in the chest so he was fully flat on the bed – except for only bit I needed; the cock jutting up. Gripping my ass cheeks and pulling them apart I lowered my ass, I’d never done anal whilst alive, but I was surprised how easily the cock slipped up. Perhaps it was the cum lubricating it, or that I was pulling my hole so hard that even before the prick entered I was gaping; it might have been the intense pressure with which I lowered myself, letting nothing stop me going down. Of course it might have been that it didn’t slip in as easily as I thought, but as new vamp I was getting turned on by the agony of the cock stretching and tearing at my anal tube. Certainly in my brain, pain and pleasure were merging into one. I began to bounce up and down, “Come on Xander, fuck me, fuck me.”
Xander gave a groan as my butt-hole began to work his cock, but the tightness of my anal walls around his large member re-energised him. With a grunt of “Fucking hell, fuck,” he began to thrust upwards, his rising pelvis banging against my descending ass-cheeks. I gasped in pleasure as his dong rammed into me, sending sensations flooding through me that I had never felt before, not matter how hard I’d dildoed my cunt. Xander’s hands grabbed my waist, guiding me down and dragging himself up, the fingers gripping so hard that they were leaving marks on my skin. He slammed up, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I squeaked and bounced in enjoyment. Mom had recovered, at least physically, even if she was still wondering why the hell she was doing this. I grinned, the power of vamp mind control would make mental weaklings, like Mom, do exactly what I said. I spread my legs open, even as I continued to slam up and down, “Come here, Mommy, lick my cunt.”
Mom did as she was told. Her face moved between my legs and she began to lick and lap at my cunt, struggling to keep her tongue in as I bopped up and down. I grabbed her head, forcing her further forward and keeping her in line with my movements. Her tongue still hit randomly, sometimes hammering in and sometimes hitting the my cunt lips and sometimes somewhere in between, but the only way she was really going to be able to stick to clit was if I stayed still. And with that massive, sexy cock filling my ass; that was a sacrifice I wasn’t willing to make. I gasped ,”Aaaaarrrghhh, yes, fuck me, fuck my ass, eat my twat.”
The cock spread my hole like it was rubber, stretching and expanding my walls so that the my chute widened like a Highway. It might have hurt, but I didn’t care – all I needed was the orgasms that shot through me like a meteor storm. My body seemed to blaze, exploding with pleasure, like an artillery bombardment of bliss – shaking me, making me scream and burn. “Aaarrrghhh, fuuuucckk, yesssss!”
Sweat slid down me, making my body gleam like I under the shower in a artsy nude pictorial. I bounced harder, forcing the perspiration to dribble down my naked, toned, body. The harder and faster I moved the hotter I got, until my body was as soaked with sweaty driblets as my cunt was wet with girly cum. I was panting in exertion, giving it my all, as Xander drove up, his gasps mixing with my own. In between us Mom continued to slurp my cunt.
I came again, an blast of pure pleasure wracking my body and making me scream, “Fuuuucckk, yeeeaaahhhh!” as I quivered and shook. Stars blazed in my brain, trails of flaming debris racing through my neurones. I shrieked again, the intense blast of bliss driving out everything, “Aaaaaarrggghhhh, yeaaaahhhh, aaaaarrrgggghhhh!”
“Fuck, fuck,” gasped Xander in response and shot his load up my butt.
I groaned in pleasure as the wet sperm soaked into my bottom. I levered myself up and said to Mom, “Turn on your back.”
Keep my ass gripped and open I lowered myself again, this time not on Xander’s cock, but Mom’s mouth. I could feel the gum trickling out, down my back passage and then into her mouth. As it slid down Mom’s tongue moved up and began to lick my anal passage clean, wiping away all the traces of the white goo and licking away my pains. Xander grunted and fell back exhausted.
I stood up. I turned away and got my game face on. “Xander,” I cooed, “Could you come here?” The fun of the fuck was over, now for the fun of the kill.
*
I skipped down the stairs to Willow’s lair. My sire was just finishing Michelle Blake, the blonde Homecoming Queen’s eyes widening as death overtook her. Willow pushed the body to one side, it fell with a clump over Larry’s corpse. She smiled at me, as she licked some blood from her lips, “How was Mommy?”
“Mommy was yummy,” I giggled.
“Mommy was yummy, a yummy Mommy,” Willow tittered back, repeating my joke. She stood and almost tripped over the corpse of Scott Hope, which from the look of him had been lying there for a couple of days. She sighed as she kicked the corpse, succeeding in only moving him an inch along the floor, “We need a new place.”
“We could always just tidy up,” I said. Though when I looked round that might be easier said than done, there were at least half a dozen dead bodies in this room, all in various states of rot; and the other rooms weren’t exactly pristine either – Willow liked to bring her food home.
“No need Slayer,” said Willow. She walked over and slid her finger down the my vest, pushing between my cleavage so the tight top clung even harder to my titties, “I know a house where we won’t even need an invite.”
“Can we still get in, now Mom’s dead?” I asked.
“Not yours, silly,” giggled the redhead, “You know the new girl at school, the Math moron, Anya Jenkins. Well’s she not really… she’s Anyanka, a vengeance demon of D’Hoffryn. And as a demon we don’t need an invite to go to her place and party.”
“What’s she taste like?” I licked my lips.
“Oh, Buffy, I can see you’ll always be thinking with your stomach” laughed Willow and bit my lip painfully. I winced and waited for her to let go, which she did after a few moments, licking at my blood. She smiled and answered, “Outside her demon form she’s human, if she goes demon – she becomes more greasy.”
“Let’s hope she’s in mortal form, I’ve got my complexion to worry about,” I replied.
*
The door kicked open so easily it took me a second to realise it was unlocked and I could have just as easily got it by turning the handle – it wouldn’t have been as cool an entrance though. I strode in, brushing aside the shattered wooden planks.
There was a bowl of upturned popcorn on the floor next to a seat lying on its back, a carton of juice was on its side and dribbling the remains of its contents all over the carpet – all the result of a surprise entrance.
Only thing - it wasn’t my surprise entrance.
Anyanka was standing next to the TV, which was repeating Hill Street Blues, defending her amulet from Giles, who was desperately trying to drag it off her neck whilst avoiding the most ineffectual slaps that I’ve seen a demon deliver. She said, “Gerrof, it’s mine…” before noticing me, “Who are you?”
Giles turned with Anya, though unlike her he seemed pleased to see me, “Buffy,” he rasped, “I’ve been trying to ring your house all night.” He let go off the amulet and stepped away from the demon, gesturing at her with his hand, “This is Anyanka, a vengeance demon. Her power is contained in her amulet. Destroy that and she’s harmless.”
In stepped Will, kicking aside a small piece of wooden door that risked impeding her process, “Hi. Looks like everyone’s here.”
“Sure are,” I grinned.
With his scars and ruination of his throat it was hard to tell if Giles expression changed or whether his voice was surprise, horror or sadness, “Dear God…” he said, “You’re a vampire…”
“An undead American,” I confirmed.
I waited patiently as he pulled out a crucifix and thrust it at me, “Get back!”
He should know that the trouble with crosses is they are so easy to dodge, it’s like trying to stop a mugger with a heated spoon. I moved to one side, grabbing his wrist and cracking it so hard the bone split through the skin. I looked down into his eyes, knowing he saw his death, “Goodbye old man,” I said and bit down tearing open his jugular.
Anyanka was pulling a face as I looked up from my feeding. She saw me staring at her hungrily as beside me Will’s face went vamp, and the vengeance demon suddenly realised we weren’t here to save her from the big bad watcher. She took a step backwards, and then another and another, until she was against the wall and had no-where to go. She tried to give a charming smile, but it was one of terror – delicious heart stopping fear, which made me wet with anticipation. She said “Hey. We’re all on the same side, demons together.”
I moved closer, Willow at my side. I reached out and flicked a strand of her blonde hair, smiling as I replied, “No.”
She gulped, “I can grant you wishes. Power, money, sex… whatever you want.”
“We have whatever we want,” said Willow in a reasonable voice. Anya whimpered as the redhead’s tongue flicked out to lick the vengeance demon’s face.
“And wishes have such a bad habit of rebounding on their users,” I said, my own tongue dabbed down to her neck. It was scaly and looked inedible. Her amulet was over her dress, the destruction of it would make her mortal and much more tasty. I took it in my hand and squeezed, “Say hello to hell, Anyanka.”
It shattered in my hand.
Everything started to go blurry…
*
“Woah,” said Xander and nearly toppled backwards.
“Yow,” I said as the world decided to jump up and go for a spin. I gripped the wall and struggled to keep it, or me, upright. All around the school grounds students were looking dazed, as if a dozen stun grenades had just gone off. Though none were reacting as over the top as Anya who was on her knees, screaming hysterically, like her cat and all its kitten had just gone to the big cat basket in the sky.
“Whooh,” I breathed out and tried to recover.
“You alright Buffy?” Xander asked, all concerned.
I touched my face; it seemed normal and the cross round my neck wasn’t burning my skin. I nodded and stood up, “I’m fine” and then I remembered. I gave Xander such a hug he nearly choked, “And you’re alive I didn’t kill you.”
“Er, no,” Xander touched his back, “What’s the matter with Anya though? She was supposed to give me a wish.”
“She did,” I said, “Can’t you remember?”
He shook his head in bemusement, “No, I was just bemoaning my luck, then y’know, everything goes hazy, you look like you were about to drop and Anya starts screaming about some necklace.”
I decided to shorten what had happened, “I became a vampire, you died, Anya became mortal. I sorted two of those probs – she’s still mortal, I’m not a vamp and you’re alive.”
“There’s never a dull day when you’re around is there Buff,” said Xander.
“What can I say? It just kinda follows me,” I slid my arm through his, “Now let’s go find Willow and get the two of you talking properly.”
*
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