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I, Buffy	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 150328 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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"Hey Twinkie," Faith stepped into the kitchen.
"Morning Faith," I shovelled some pancake into my mouth and looked at the open back door, "It’s a custom to knock first."
"Thought I’d show I wasn’t a vamp come to snack on you," smiled my partner in Slayerage. "And speaking of snacks, is that breakfast? I’m starving." She reached over and grabbed a waffle from my plate, before swiping the carton of juice and draining it down her throat.
"Help yourself," I said, I dripped my voice with sarcasm, but Faith countered me with her beatific innocent smile, which was as false as Al Capone’s tax returns.
"Good morning Faith," Mom walked into the kitchen, "I didn’t hear you knock."
"That’s cos she didn’t," I said. This time I was quick enough to move my plate before Faith grabbed my remaining pancake. She gave me a frown, as if it was me who was swiping my friend’s breakfast. I looked at Mom, "She wanted to show she wasn’t a vamp."
Mom looked outside, a slightly puzzled look on her face, "But it’s sunny outside. She can’t be a vampire."
"Exactamundo," I said and stabbed a baked bean with a fork, "She’s on a brekkie hunt."
Mom looked even more confused, before shaking her head, "Teenage girls. I’ll never understand you… I didn’t even when I was one." She turned to Faith, "Would you like something to eat?"
The brunette pulled herself up onto the sideboard, sitting casually with her legs swinging out, "Nah, Jay, I’m good. Buffy let me have some of hers as I didn’t manage to grab any today."
"The most important meal of the day," said Mom as she poured herself some coffee. Luckily her back was turned so she missed mine and Faith imitation of it and by the time she turned back to us our faces were as straight as Giles at the Comedy Club. Mom sipped her coffee, "So what’s your excuse for missing breakfast?"
"Late night… you know," she made a grunting noise and shook her body like she was being electrocuted, "twins… sisters anyway, both my holes filled. I didn’t get back until it was gone dawn, all I’ve had time for is a shower and twenty winks… didn’t even get the full forty."
I could see Mom’s gaze move down over Faith’s leather clad body and she metaphorically licked her lips. Mom had already butt-banged my friend once and I could see the thought of Faith’s threesome was making her think about whether it might be fun to bring the brunette back for a return engagement. Normally I’m kinda relaxed about who Faith and Mom sleep with, but there was something about my friend and mother doing it like bunnies that gave me the green eyed monster. So before Mom could make a suggestion that Faith might want to have a little snooze here whilst I was at school I jumped in with a plan of my own, "I was about to head to school and see Giles, to find out what’s he learnt about the Ascension."
"Since yesterday?" Faith raised her eyes to heaven in an exaggerated motion, "He’s probably cracked the case, the human bloodhound."
I didn’t say anything. I mean at least my Watcher is trying to be helpful, all Mrs Post seems to do is wander around moaning about how useless we all are and fucking Faith when the urge takes her. But trying to criticise Mrs Post to Faith was like telling a new mother her baby looks a fat and ugly sending Faith more defensive than last stand at the Alamo. Faith jumped off the counter and said, "Let’s hit the road then, B, see if the G-man has saved the world, or whether we need to wait for Mrs Post to help him out."
*
I opened the library doors and bounced in, Faith behind me more casual and laid-back, her hands in her jacket pockets. Willow was sitting at Giles’ computer, tapping at the keyboard nervously, beside her stood Xander and I felt a rush of pleasure that the two of them had repaired their friendship and were back to being buddies. The librarian himself stood a few yards away, hand resting on one of the tables and frowning. He looked up, "Faith…"
"Er, Faith," repeated Xander.
Willow looked up from her computer, did a double take, and gave a small wave whilst pulling a face that suggested that she’d rather be anywhere but here, "Morning Faith."
"Er, hello, who am I? The Invisible Woman?" I said.
I must have been as no-one gave me so much as a ‘How you doing?’ instead Giles pulled a seat from under the table and passed it to Faith. The teen brunette placed her hands on its back and looked round the three musketeers, "Has my Mom died?" She didn’t seem too worried, but then Faith hated her Mom, who she regarded as a child-beating druggie hooker.
Giles looked at Xander and Willow, they both looked at him making it clear that in giving the bad news, whatever it was, that maturity was going to win out. He coughed and gave his glasses a polish, hoping that they’d change their minds; they didn’t. Eventually, after a silence so uncomfortable I almost broke into song just to break it, Giles spoke, "I’ve been having some problems with that computer thingy."
"Colour me stunned," I said dryly. Giles shot an arched look in my direction telling me my contributions were not helping.
"I’ve been trying to send out some of those, what are they called? P-post? E-letters? Anyway I’ve been trying to send some of those to the Watchers Council trying to find out what they knew on the Ascension and the Mayor, but no response. Eventually I gave them a call, on the telephone; they don’t like that – it doesn’t leave a paper trail for audit purposes and have you seen the costs of transatlantic calls?" He looked at Faith and I as if we should have, amongst our other duties, got the phone charges from the US to England.
"Expensive?" guessed Faith.
"Yes," nodded Giles, "Very expensive. But that’s not the point…"
I looked at him expectantly, after a few second silence I decided to move the conversation on or the Mayor would have ascended, descended and gone sideways before we got to the end of Giles’ story, "…and the point is?"
"Don’t interrupt, Buffy," he replied a trifle brusquely as if I was responsible for his trail to silence, "I was just getting to that." Again he paused, this time to straighten his tie, which hadn’t been noticeably crooked, "Anyway when I got through they told me they’d sent me a… well whatever you call those messages that are sent by computer, which I hadn’t received. Anyway after a few choice exchanges of Anglo-Saxon they eventually told me what they’d sent."
"So what did it say?" I asked, preparing myself for the worse, especially as Giles visibly brightened.
"Well every time an Ascension has been mentioned in the books it’s always accompanied by lots of death and few survivors. The council are trying to dig deeper to see if they can find out more," he rubbed his hands with excitement, after all it wasn’t him who’d have his ass beaten black and blue trying to stop the apocalypse.
"So that’s the point – your IT skills are kinda lame and the council knows zilch. I could’ve worked that out on my own," I said shrugging. I looked over at an even less impressed Faith.
He gave a small cough and took his glasses, "That was more a sidetrack…"
"Go on," said Faith with resignation.
"As those, e-mails – that’s what you call them isn’t it?" we nodded and Giles continued, "As those e-mails didn’t get through I asked Willow to come and give my machine a once over, put her tech savvy to use."
"You mean geekery," said Faith.
"Er, IT expertise," said Giles, "And Willow why don’t you explain?"
Willow looked like she’d just been handed the black spot and swallowed a worm simultaneously. She paused, "Someone had hacked the PC." She turned to Giles, "That’s the tech bit over, now Giles will carry on with his story." There was a strong emphasis on the word ‘his’.
Giles scowled as the buck was passed with aplomb, but he couldn’t hand it back without making it obvious. So he forced a smile, "It seems someone had put up a block that was sending all the messages from the Watchers council into a hidden e-mail box so I couldn’t see them, I guess I’ll have to think of a better password."
"Balliol, it’s his old Oxford College," said Xander.
"Thank you Xander," said Giles and for once he meant, seemingly glad of the interruption. He was silent for a few moments, obviously hoping that Xander would say something else, but Xander remained stubbornly silent. Giles sighed, "There was a bit of a backlog once I found the e-mail box. Mostly rubbish, changes to how to claim expenses, a treatise on a demon long extinct which someone thought field operatives might find interesting. But there was one e-mail from the Council I read, about Mrs Post…"
I looked at Faith and she straightened slightly, as if the conversation had been no interest until her Watcher was mentioned. She smiled casually, "Go on."
"It was a general message to all Watchers about Mrs Post. She’s been expelled by the Council for ‘conduct unbecoming’, code for jumping into bed with demons, er metaphorically at least. I’m sorry Faith, she fooled us all, she’s not your Watcher, she’s a rogue."
I looked at Faith, for a brief second anger flickered over her face and she straightened as if to strike, then a wall came down and anything she felt was pushed deep within her to be replaced by her normal nonchalance. She shrugged, "Looks like I’m back with you G-man."
Giles looked at her, he seemed more upset by Mrs Post’s betrayal than Faith did, but I was guessing it was an act. Giles spoke, "Faith are you alright?"
"Bouncing," she smiled. I knew my fellow Slayer and that she was more cut-up than she was letting on; but Faith would never show any weakness in front of anyone, that wasn’t her. I thought Giles was going to push it, and I was about to step in, though on who’s side I wasn’t sure, when the door of the library opened and in walked Mrs Post.
We all turned to look at her and even without any of us saying a word our expressions and stances would have told her the gig was up. She stopped and smiled coldly at us, one by one fixing us with her glance as if she was a robot booting our faces into her memory. Her gaze lingered on Faith for a moment, the Slayer smirked and popped a piece of gum in her mouth. A slight touch of colour went to Mrs Post’s cheeks at the impudence of the teen, but it was only for a moment and she was back to her pale, deathlike self. She finished with her gaze at us and then spoke, "I see you’ve found out I hacked your computer. It’s very slipshod of you, Mr Giles, to use your old college. A hint for the future, include numbers and upper and lower case."
"I’ll remember," said Giles, his voice soft but with an underlying hardness, "I don’t suppose you’ll tell me why you’re here. I assume it’s not because you’re missing the Council so much you’re trying to worm their way back into their good graces by becoming the perfect Watcher."
Mrs Post almost smiled, as if Giles had said something funny, "Those stick-in-the-muds…" and if Mrs Post thinks anyone is staid… let’s say I’d hate to be stuck on a long journey with only the Watcher’s Council for giggles and gossip. She took another few steps into the room and leant forward conspiratorially. Her thin mouth creased in a smile, "I don’t think I need to tell you anything Mr Giles; it’ll will become apparent soon enough."
I took a step nearer, "I could beat it out of you," I said in my most reasonable tone. I was gratified that she took a step back, her lips trembling nervously and her eyes flicking to my feet as if she feared I was about to launch myself at her any second.
"Tempting thought that is, I don’t think that would be appropriate," said Giles.
"Not to mention illegal. Shoot, did I say illegal, I must be loosing my touch I don’t normally let technicalities like that bother me." Everyone turned to look at the newcomer who had pushed aside the library doors and walked in without an invite. She was tall and elegant, her beautiful features crafted like a marble statue, her suit was immaculate, obviously expensive, but not showy. And the last time I had seen her my ex-lover had been planning to slit me open so she could auction my insides. If I had given Mrs Post the ice-look-of-death I was doubling it for Lilah Morgan.
Aware she’d got everyone’s attention Lilah stopped and gave me a brief nod of greeting, as if we were minor acquaintances who sometimes bumped into each other in the elevator. I forced myself not to hit her as she turned to face the others and said, "I’m Lilah Morgan, I’m a partner with Wolfram and Hart…" Giles must have heard of them as he stifled an oath. Lilah ignored his reaction, "Our client, Mayor Richard Wilkins the Third, was worried that his employee, Mrs Gwendolyn Post, might be facing threats or intimidation… such as what was the phrase Buffy? ‘beat it out of you’."
Before I could say anything Giles had stepped forward putting himself between me and the bitches, "It’s a figure of speech, Miss Morgan; Buffy was not really going to beat the crap out of Mrs Post, though let’s be fair I wouldn’t blame her if she did. And neither is Faith." He looked over at Faith who was casually chewing some gum and didn’t show the slightest inclination to attack anyone, only the tap of her finger against her leg spoke of her inner turmoil and seeing me and Giles looking she stopped even that.
Lilah smiled her normal cold smile, "Good Mr Giles. I’d hate to see such young women, with such bright futures spending their days cleaning their cells in the state pen and what would happen at night… in Sunnydale at least."
Giles straightened, "Thank you for your concern Miss Morgan. I have a message for your employer; we’re going to stop him and the Ascension – that I can promise."
"I’m a lawyer Mr Giles," smiled Lilah, "My job is to find the ways to show a promise isn’t a promise."
"And I’m a Watcher with two Slayers, I can tell you my word isn’t for breaking," Giles replied.
The two of them stood staring at each for a moment, then Lilah nodded, "I’ll pass the Mayor your message. Mrs Post we have a meeting, Buffy…" she gave me a nod of goodbye as she turned on her heels.
I watched her go as Giles stood their frowning, "Wolfram and Hart; they’re the law firm that demons go to, evil, efficient and not at all cheap. She seemed to have met you Buffy, anything you want to tell me?"
"Er, later?" I asked.
Giles nodded still looking at the doors through which the two women had departed, as if worried they were going to reopen and a horde of demons were going to rush through. After a few minutes he sighed, "Well it looks like it’s back to the books. Willow, do you know which volumes Mrs Post was looking at, we’ll start with those."
*
"You okay Faith?" the woods next to the cemetery were so shady during the day that at night there was no heat from the ground to soak up. Even in a heavy leather trench-coat and pullover I felt the chill, Faith in her denim jacket and T-shirt must have been snow. But we both knew I wasn’t talking about the temperature.
Faith grin was thin and humourless, like she had just found a piece of doggy-do in her salad, "I’m good, B, five by five."
As she obviously wasn’t I continued, "You need to talk or someplace to crash, I’m here. I’ve lost people before, I know what it’s like." Strictly speaking Kendra and Miss Calendar had been sliced up by Darla and her pet, Dru, but I was guessing that the feelings I had of loss and bewilderment were similar to Faith’s feeling of being betrayed. Or at least as close as I was going to have without Giles going traitor; which I was kinda against experiencing.
Faith shrugged, "As I said, Girlfriend, I’m good. I was kinda sick of her holier-than-thouism, so I was thinking of dumping her."
"Oh that’s good," I said; though I was thinking Mrs Post wasn’t a girlfriend you could get rid of my phone, but a Watcher sent to er, watch you, "You ought to come over for dinner tomorrow. I’ll tell Giles we’re skipping patrol, he’ll understand, we can rent a cheesy movie, dress up in our PJs and drink some marshmallow milk, Mom does some mean cookie dough as well – we can pork out."
"No thanks, blondes, I keep telling you, I’m really good, five by five. Now are you going to keep yattering all night or are we going to hunt vamps?" Faith said, exhibiting what Willow would say was classic signs of passive-aggression, or something.
We walked on in silence for a few minutes, the only sound the hooting of an owl and the crack of our feet on twigs and branches. We came to a small clearing, the light of the moon shining through the gap in the leaves to create a silvery shimmer over the grass, fallen leaves and weeds covering the floor. "Faith, I know you don’t want to talk now, but…"
She pulled out her stake, which I thought was kinda an overreaction, until I heard the rustle of movement through brush and bush. I whirled round, my hands pulling out my own stake as I did so. There were four of them, Darla and three of her vamp buddies. They briefly halted as they saw us turn, Darla took a step back so her gang were between us and her. Unlike the others she hadn’t got her game face up and without it she was deeply attractive, the glow from the moon not making her looks any worse. But she wasn’t here to look pretty, but to mince me and Faith, "Hi Buffy, I don’t think I’ve met Faith, but I’ve heard about her."
Faith tossed her stake in the air and caught it again, her expression casual and unconcerned, "You must be Darla. Likewise… though the way I heard it my girl here staked you a bit back, you must be a sucker coming back for more."
"What can I say?" Darla spread her hands, "This time I’ve got some allies."
"Sure they’re enough?" I said, "Four vamps is just an early evening work out for a couple of Slayers."
"There’s a few more," said Darla and from the undergrowth another three vamps emerged.
"This could be a bit more of a challenge," I said quietly to Faith. She nodded, but her expression remained as nonchalant and casual as mine, showing you’re scared is the best way to become so. And once you’re scared you’re dead. Out loud I said, "Looks like you’ve been busy getting a gang together."
"They’re not mine," Darla smiled, she took another step backwards, "I’m just a sub-contractor for the Mayor. He and Mrs Post say ‘goodbye’"
I felt a second of dread at the mention of the rogue Watcher. For the last few weeks she had been clinically dissecting mine and Faith’s fighting styles, our strengths, our weaknesses, how we fought and how we killed. She knew them as well… better… than we did. And if she knew it was a fair bet the six vamps coming towards us knew as well. Darla, watching from the background, smiled.
The first vamp swung at me. I ducked - right into his knee. I staggered backwards, barely managing to avoid the fist of the second vampire, but not getting out of the way of number three. I managed to somersault away, taking a further blow to my thigh even as I leapt. I winced as I landed. A few feet away Faith was trading blows with the other three vamps and from the way she was staggering under the pummelling it wasn’t a fair exchange. But I had other things to worry about, my three were coming towards me – all fangs and brows.
The first one came within range. I high powered a kick up with my right leg, he blocked and as my foot came down I heard Mrs Post in my head, ‘That’s sloppy Buffy, lead with your right, land and then go with the left’ . I landed and brought my right foot up again as the vampire made to block my left. There was a satisfying crack as my foot smacked him in the face and a tooth went shooting away from his bloodied mouth, even better was his expression - as if doing what he hadn’t expected was cheating somehow.
The other two were coming at me, one from each side. There was Mrs Post again, ‘Buffy you’re stronger on your right, kill that vampire first and just block on the left’. I shifted my stake from my right hand, striking out at the left sided vampire – he looked down at the piece of wood sticking out of him and then went to dust. Even as I’d been dusting one I’d blocked the other, kicking out with my foot as he avoided my non-existent stake stab and sending him sprawling. In my mind there was Mrs Post and our first patrol, ‘I counted seven times when one of you had a killing blow and either didn't notice or didn't follow through’. "Not this time Mrs Post," I grunted and struck down.
I turned to Faith she was still standing, but taking the worst of it. One of her vamps turned as he saw me standing over the dust piles off two of his fellows, he loped towards me, joined by his toothless colleague – a dribble of blood flowing from his mouth. I stepped back, ready to fight and shouted to Faith, "Ignore everything Mrs Post taught you, she’s told them your moves, they know everything about how you normally fight."
She nodded and I could see her changing her stance to lead with her feet not her fists. I turned back to my two vamps, "Come on boys, let’s see what you’ve got."
The answer was not much. They might have been a challenge when they knew my tactics, but they couldn’t cope as soon as I dropped them and did something different. They were still blocking non-existent thumps and avoiding the wrong foot as I took them down. It was over in seconds. I glanced at Faith, she was one vamp down and doing well with the other.
On the edge of the clearing Darla was looking paler than normal. Faith could deal on her own with the last vampire; I gripped my stake - I’d deal with Darla. I charged over, slightly surprised that she still had her human face on. Her punch was slow and ungainly, not what I expected from a top vamp, nor was the tremor of fear in her body as I gripped her wrist and flipped her onto her back. She rolled over, but it was too late; I was dropping down on her, my knees pinning her arms to the ground. I could see the panic in her eyes as she struggled, feel her heart pumping in terror as she tried to force me up, hear her gasps of horror as she couldn’t.
I brought the stake down just as I remember vamp’s hearts don’t pump. The stake tore through her jacket and shirt, piercing the skin – but no further. I pulled it back, letting her have some room to breathe "You’re human."
"Yeah, life’s a bitch," said Darla. Her hand gripped a rock and she brought it up. I easily avoided it, rolling off her and away. I scrambled to my feet as Darla got up. She took one look at me and ran into the woods. I made to follow her and then stopped, what would I do if I caught her, I could hardly kill her and its not like I could bundle her up and present her to Giles – at least not without warning him.
Faith came up, she was sweating and breathing heavily, but the light of battle was in her eyes, "We got them, B, we took down six."
"Yes," I agreed, still looking into the woods after Darla.
"You let her go?"
"Whoever whatever brought her back, they brought her back human," I explained
"Technically, but she’s still running with the bads, you should have killed her."
"We’re not murderers Faith, we don’t kill people, even bad people – especially bad people," it had been one of the first lessons Giles had taught me and it was one he reminded me of often; it didn’t surprise me Mrs Post hadn’t shown the same dedication to duty with Faith.
The other Slayer scowled, "It’s a point of view." Then she shrugged and the darkness lifted, being replaced with the charming Faith grin, "You know the problem with Slaying."
I laughed, "It makes you horny. Look let me ring into Giles and then we’ll hit the Bronze, see if we can find a couple of hotties."
"Why wait?" asked Faith. Her hand grabbed the back of my head, pulling me forward to meet her open lips. I was surprised; it was kinda unexpected, Faith being probably about the only woman in Sunnydale who hadn’t made a beeline for my panties. My surprise lasted long enough for Faith’s mouth to close onto mine and then my own mouth opened, my tongue clashing against hers and my hands gripping her waist, dragging her close. She obviously needed a screwing to get her over Mrs Post and what are lesbian, nympho friends for if not for offering their pussy and ass on a plate for munching and lunching. I vaguely remembered Giles’ book mentioning that all Slayers were bottoms, but it also reckoned show-girls as being cheap, and from my time in LA I can say they’re really, really expensive.
In any case the way Faith was forcing my head back with her mouth, battling to conquer my tongue if she wasn’t topping it I was a yellow penguin. Not that I was resisting too much, whilst I wouldn’t say I’d was that interested in long-term naughtiness with my fellow Slayer, she was right – Slaying made you as horny as a hound on heat. And no-one had ever said Faith wasn’t cute, firmly toned and totally fuckable. I groaned as her mouth moved from mine, her lips and teeth gripping at my throat, slurping and gnawing at my throat so hard that even with Slayer recuperation powers my neck was going to be totally hickified tomorrow morning.
Her hands moved under my trench-coat, pushing the leather away from my body as they did, flapping it like I was some sort of cool vampire with soul walking down the street. "Oh Faith," I groaned in passion as her hands moved to my butt, her fingers squeezing my cheeks through my pants, the digits pushing at the leather and deep into my firm Buffy butt.
She didn’t reply, just nuzzled and nibbled my neck some more, like she was a defanged vamp trying to slurp the life out of me. I moaned in pleasure, my body tensing as her teeth nipped and scraped at my throat as she sucked the flesh into her mouth like a Hoover. Her hands gripped my ass harder, wrenching me forwards so that we were pressed together like sardines in a can. My own hands were holding her waist, not controlling, but just enough pressure to make sure she couldn’t slip away from me without warning. Her teeth bit down against me harder, her tongue slamming between them and moving over the indentations as she moved her mouth to an untouched part of my throat. I groaned again, "Oh, God Faith, oh God, oh God, Faith."
Her mouth moved from my throat and her hands moved up my sweater, pausing to squeeze briefly at my tits, as if she was checking they were there and in working order, before they went to rest on my shoulders. She grinned a typical Faith smile, arrogant and charming - she was the bee’s knees and knew it. "You wanna eat, B?"
I did and I knew she wasn’t talking about pizza and fries even if her eyes hadn’t flicked downwards. I licked my lips, slowly and seductively, letting my tongue roll over the red glossed lips – already wet, soft and luscious after our mouth munching, "It’s never too early."
My knees buckled as I bent down, dropping to my haunches so that my face was next to Faith’s cunt. I could feel her body quaking with anticipation as I reached up and slowly undid the buttons on her jeans. The denim fell away and I pulled it apart further, sliding the jeans down her thighs to her knees, exposing her thin cotton panties stuck between her sexy slit lips. I could smell the sweet aroma of sex drifting from her pussy, the scintillating scent getting stronger as I brought down her panties to join her jeans.
"Stick your face in their B, eat me, eat me all up," Faith couldn’t conceal the lust in her voice, it made her sound hoarse and throaty as if she could do with a lozenge. Her hands were gripping my shoulders, so I couldn’t escape (not that I was planning to), but also for balance.
"Oooh," she moaned as I slammed my face forward into her cunt, my tongue slamming out and pushing at her lips. I could feel her quivering and quaking as I pushed at her tight teen twat, forcing it apart so that I could ram my tongue in. Her hands grasped at me so hard that I could feel her grip through my leather and wool. I moved my own hands up and grabbed her ass cheeks, pushing her pelvis deeper into my face and squeezing the sexy buttocks like they were play dough. Faith moaned again, her body quivering with excitement as I forced my tongue down her. I wiggled into, pushing at her walls and I could feel the brunette tense in pleasure "Ohhh, oooh, ohhh, oooh."
I pushed myself further. I could taste her cum and feel the liquid slide over my tongue its smooth velvety touch soothing as it slid down my throat. The harder and quicker I licked the more cum came out and more I drank, making me dizzy with its sexy taste. Faith wasn’t the opposite of happy either, gasping and shrieking, shaking and shivering, as I rammed down.
And then I hit her clit.
I knew I’d found the spot, not just cos I felt the hardness of the bud under my tongue, but because Faith almost hit the orbit, her explosion of orgasmic bliss was so intense. Her shriek almost blew my eardrums and would have sent any vamps still hanging around racing away in a panic that a banshee from hell had arrived. Her fingers were gripping my shoulders so hard that I was surprised they weren’t splintering. I hit the clit harder and faster, hammering the bud like it was a punch-bag for my tongue. Faith shrieked again and I could taste her cum as it splashed down her cunt and into my mouth. I quickly swallowed and returned to licking, slurping and slapping the spot and driving Faith into further orgasms.
"Eat me, blondie, eat me with your slutty Slayer tongue," she screamed, her body tensing and relaxing. I rammed my tongue down, pushing my face in after it, so the cum soaked my nose and the sexual aroma filled my nostrils, overpowering in its intensity. My fellow Slayer got louder and louder, blasting her screams through the woods so noisily a nervous owl fled, hooting as it flew. Faith’s shrieks powered through the wood, "Fucking eat me, I want you to fucking eat me, Twinkie, I want to cum harder."
Her body rocked and she screamed as I drove her to the mother of all orgasms. Her cum gushed down my throat like someone had stuck a hose down there. I gulped and gasped as I swallowed it, drawing my head back to suck in fresh air, or as fresh as it can get when the feel, taste and smell of cum is drowning your senses. Faith stood above me, her faced flushed red, as she struggled to get her breathe back. I got to my feet, as she shook her head in wonder, "Fuck, B, I knew you could do pussy, but that was fuckin’ amazing."
I grinned, "I had a hot snatch to work with." I looked down as she pulled her jeans and panties back up; the muff munch had been fun, but it was like giving a bit of candy to Miss Diet USA – it didn’t so much sate my appetite as remind me how hungry I really was. I licked my lips and said, "It’s still early, we could do another patrol round or…"
I could see Faith smiling as she buttoned her denims, her thoughts similar to mine. Her gaze moved over my body, mentally stripping off my coat, pullover and tight pants and rolling me over on to my tum. I flicked my head, tossing my hair seductively saying, "I think we’ve got all the vamps out tonight."
I moved closer to Faith. Her hands gripped my waist dragging me the last few steps towards her. Her mouth came down on mine, this time I was ready for it, my lips opened for her tongue. If my fellow Slayer wanted to ignore her genes and top… well I wasn’t going to worry about whether it was unnatural or wrong, not tonight, not when I was as hot to trot as a nymphomaniac who’d been marooned on an island inhabited solely by Monks for a year. And the way Faith’s tongue battered into my mouth and her hands clawed at my ass under my coat I was guessing she wasn’t worrying to much about the rightness of it either.
After a few more moments of heavy making out Faith pulled her head back, she took in a couple of gasps of air as she looked at me with lust, "My motel’s fifteen minutes away."
I nodded, "Let’s go."
We so overcome with desire we almost sprinted, giggling as we raced each other through the streets. It seemed to take forever for Faith to fish out her room key and open the door, almost like she was deliberately teasing me by sliding the key over the lock rather than into it. Or perhaps it was my fault, as even as she was trying to unlock the door I was behind her, squeezing myself against her back and licking at her neck.
The door swung open and we both almost fell inwards. I back heeled the door closed even as I was dropping my coat to the floor. The two of us began to undress, feverishly stripping and kissing, in a whirlwind of sexual desire. We were naked within moments, our libidos shooting through the roof as we could see each others toned, flawless bodies.
Faith grabbed me again, pulling me forward so that her naked body was touching mine, her skin felt warm and smooth. Her hands moved to my ass and she gripped and squeezed my ass even as she kissed me again. It was hard and tough and controlling, leaving me in no doubt that she was in control and it’d be who was spreading my holes for her toying – I wouldn’t want it any other way. After a few seconds she broke, "Sweet, B, sweet."
She pushed me back onto the bed; it was more bouncy than I expected and I jiggled as I landed on my back. She looked down, her eyes blazing with passion, as she touched her slit, shiny and wet with girl cum. I took my hands under my titties and pushed them up, juggling the sexy pair of bosoms. Faith grinned harder, "Work your cunt for me, Blondie, oil up that slutty slit."
I moved a couple of fingers down over the hole, pushing them in deep. The cunt was already damp, but as my digits pushed I became wetter. And even more so, as with a accuracy caused by lots and lots of practice I found my special spot and hammered. My pussy began to ooze juice, the cum sliding over my fingers and down my hole, leaking out over my lips. I moaned a little moan as the pleasure began to fill me; I knew there would be better orgasms coming, but like the earlier lick of Faith, my fingering acted as appetiser, a warm-up for the main curtain-raiser. I pushed my fingers in, "Mmmnnn, yes, mmmnnn."
Even as I fingered myself my eyes remained on Faith. She had moved over to her drawer and returned with a strap-on in one hand and a normal dildo in another. She tossed the normal dildo onto the bed, "Here, Twinkie, use this."
I pulled my fingers out and grabbed the dildo. It was small and thin, a pencil rather than a trunk, but as it hit my clit it did the trick. I groaned and shook, pushing my midriff upwards, making my titties wobble as I pushed the toy in and out, quickly and with force. Faith continued to watch, holding the leather bindings of the strap-on in one hand as she stroked her pussy with the fingers of the other. I slammed Faith’s toy further into my cunt, really ramming it at my e-zone as above me my friend’s middle finger slid into her slot, jamming in and out as she tried to match my speed. I gasped, as another wave of pleasure flowed through me, "Come on Faith, come fuck me."
"Not yet," breathed Faith. Her finger snapped in and out of her teenage twat, a sloshing sound as she rammed her finger in the soaking wet hole, thrusting through her cummy cunt to hit the clit. I moved faster myself, my own excitement rising as I watched her face contort as the orgasmic bliss hit her. She gave another gasp and moan, her body shaking as she came; "Fuck, yes."
"Fuck, yes," I repeated squealing as another blast of ecstasy raced up me. I closed my eyes and rammed my pussy harder, feeling the smooth plastic and enjoying it. I could hear Faith groaning, her cries guttural and loud. Harder and harder I slammed, loosing myself in the rushes of pleasure.
"I’m going to fuck that sweet pussy now," said Faith.
I opened my eyes. Faith was standing next to the bed, her skin was red and flushed with excitement. She had put on the strap-on and was stroking the ten inches of hard plastic phallus like it was real. I licked my lips, pushing myself further back on the leg and opening my legs, "Come on then."
The bed squeaked and shook as Faith got on, climbing on top of me. I could feel her breath over my face, warm and smelling of peppermint gum as he positioned herself. With one hand she pushed herself up and used the other to slide the toy into my waiting wet hole. I moaned as I felt the plastic push in, Faith moving so that she could ease it down. I felt it going deeper, entering far into my cunt and slamming at my clit. I gripped my hands round the top of her back, my nails scratching into her so that her attractive face twisted with pained pleasure. She came down further, driving into me. My back arched and I pushed back, raising my body to meet her. Up she went and then down again, thrusting into me. I gasped, "Fuck me, fuck me hard Faith."
She grunted something in reply and sped up, ramming down at me hard and fast. I screeched in joy, my body twisting under her pounding. Her tits bounced against mine, our hard nipples slipping, sliding and banging against each other, like boxers in the ring. If I had any concerns about Faith topping they been blown away. I was, if not in heaven, at least somewhere pretty close – I wasn’t going to pretend I was in love, it was lust pure and simple, but it was a lust so powerful it was ruining me, wrecking my insides and turn my guts into jelly. My fingers tensed and my nails dug into Faith, making her gasp. She thrust harder and I screamed, "Fuck me, fuck me, I want your fucking cock in my cunt, fuck me!"
I could smell her sweat, feel it as it dripped down and taste it as the great blobs of perspiration fell from her forehead to roll down my face and into my mouth. Harder and harder she ploughed, not resting or pausing, just going at me like a Slayer in heat. Her dildo rammed at me, making my slit burn and explode like it was being bombarded by a constant barrage of rocketry. My clit was so pleasured, it was almost turning numb, blasted by the hard plastic ramming onto it. I came again, "Oh my fucking… fuck, fuck, fuck! Aaaarrghhh, fuck, fuckity fuckity, fuck!"
The dildo was pulled out of my pussy as Faith levered herself up. She hovered over me, her hands either side of my body, "Turn on your front, B, I’m switching holes."
I twisted over on the spot, wiggling my ass invitingly. The bedding was wet from where my back had been sweating on it, the dampness cool against my front. Not that I mind the cold, my pussy was still hot and the warmth of that was flowing through my body. And the ass-fucking I was going to get would heat me like an electric oven. I stretched my hands out and grabbed the sheets, "Come on Faith, stick your big fucking hard plastic dildo in my ass. Stuff in my tight teen back hole and fuck me like an anal whore."
It seemed forever that Faith hovered above me. Slowly she moved down until the tip of her toy was pushing between my cheeks and resting on my hole. Again she paused, teasing me with the delay. I pulled the sheets towards me, frustration in my voice as I said, "Please Faith, fuck me, fuck my ass, thrust it in, wreck my ass, gape my back hole."
She thrust down. I screamed. The toy rammed deep into my hole, five or six inches in one push. She rose up again and slammed down, the toy ramming further in. My ass was sore, aching and pained; Faith wasn’t playing softly, but getting in quick and hard. I screamed again as she rammed down harder, the toy moving in deeper again. I loved it, don’t get me wrong, a long slow ass-opening can be pleasurable, but if I was going to be fucked by a Slayer I wanted power and force. Again Faith hammered down – this time the dildo slid in almost all the way; I could feel the heat of her body as she hovered for a brief moment over me, before levering herself up. I squealed, "That’s it Faith, fuck me, ram me. I’m a little anal slut and I want your big dildo ripping me open."
"Sure, Blondie, will do," grunted Faith and slammed down all the way. The dildo shot down my back-hole, the friction burning like a red-hot poker, ramming deeper and deeper, only stopping as Faith’s body slammed onto me. She let out an ‘oompf’ as she hit and I screamed, the pain being less important than the pleasure. For a brief moment Faith just lay on me, then she raised herself; "I’m going to fuck your brains out," she said.
She did, in earnest. I screamed as she slammed down and up, ramming the dildo into my ass like it was a stake and I was a vampire. The toy blasted at my walls, pushing them back and away with each thrust and making it easier to go in. Her speed increased, faster and faster and faster, hammering down at me hard. Our bodies clapped together, each thrust like a slap – a loud crack and a sliver of pain. My titties pressed into the bed, squashing against my body as her tits bounced on my back as she came down. Sweat dripped from us both, cum flooded our cunts, soaking the bed even more and sliding down the toy and into my opened ass.
"Fuck me harder," I shrieked, "Fuck me harder. Oh my fucking… oh fuck, fuck, fuck my fucking ass like I’m a fucking fuck-toy."
I could hear Faith’s grunts in my ear, pants of exertion as she put all her Slayer strength and stamina into opening my ass like a tin can. I grunted back, my moans and pants more of pleasure than exhaustion as the bliss tore at me. I could feel orgasmic bang after orgasmic bang, all merging together into my glorious cataclysm of pleasure. I shrieked out, "Aaaaaarrrrghh, Faith, aaaaaarggghh."
Others would have been satisfied with giving me one super-duper orgasm. But others weren’t a red-hot Slayer.
She pulled the toy out and rolled over so that she was on her back next to me. Turning her head towards me Faith grinned, "You’re turn to work it, Blondie. I’ve opened your ass, now you get down and fuck my toy."
As I got up, she moved position so that she was sitting against the headboard, her legs apart and holding the large dildo straight up. I lowered myself until I could feel the large toy against my open rear hole. I paused for a second, making sure that I was positioned for the toy to go straight up, the last thing I wanted was the cock to veer off at some weird angle and the embarrassment of trying to disentangle myself. After a few moments I was satisfied.
I slammed down. The cock shot up. I shrieked. Faith screamed.
The pleasure was immense, exploding stars and somersaulting gymnasts had nothing on me. Faith’s hands grabbed my waist, squeezing at my slender form and keeping me under control as I levered myself. The brunette laughed, "Come on, Twinks, work it, work my dildo."
I came down again, hard and fast. The result was the same, an blast of pleasure racing through my body like a dragster. I screamed, swinging my head back so that my hair flicked over Faith’s face. She didn’t seem to mind, just holding my waist tighter and calling out in encouragement, "Do it harder, do it harder."
"Fuck, yes, fuck yes," I grunted coming up again and throwing myself down the dildo. I hit Faith with a crack, the toy spearing me like I was a cowgirl being attacked by the Apache. Even as Faith was grunting in pleasure I was going up again and then down. I quickly got myself into a pattern; vigorous, pacey and deep, each thrust down taking the toy so far into my ass that it almost disappeared. There was a slurping and popping sound as I quickly raised myself, compressed air quickly escaping before I slammed down again and replaced the air. The toy slammed so deep it was stimulating my clit from behind, ramming at the narrow wall which separated my cunt and ass. The intense gratification flooded me, making me shriek and scream and squeal, "Fuck yes, fuck yes."
"That’s it," Faith had to shout to carry above my screams of excitement, "Come on, B, fuck it faster."
Hard though it was I increased my speed, and with it the strength of my downwards thrusts. Faith was still holding me, sitting back relaxing as I did all the work. My tits bounced up and down, jolting like I was getting a series of electric shocks, "Uuurrhh, uurrrhh," I grunted as I pounded up and down. I could feel the sweat sliding down my body, rivulets of liquid like rain on a windowpane. The sweat matted on my hair, sticking it to my scalp like glue. I slammed down, "Uuurrhh, uuurrrhhh."
"You’re a slut, act like a slut," giggled Faith. One of her hands moved from my waist and began to stroke at my cunt. I opened my legs wider as I bounced, feeling Faith’s digit teasing my soaking wet twat. "Good girl, fuck me," she grinned. Her second hand moved up my body, sliding over my wet, sweat-soaked skin until she got to my mouth. I opened my mouth as she stuck the finger on my lips and began to suck. "Oh, that’s good, go harder, B, go as fucking hard as you can."
I was moving with as much vim as I could manage, slamming up and down so hard that I could feel my ass being stretched so far that if it had been a rubber band I’d have feared it was going to snap. Harder, faster, harder, faster. The finger in my cunt moved deeper, pushing at the walls and touching and teasing my sensitive spots. The other finger had moved from my mouth, allowing me to gasp in pleasure. Slowly it moved down my front, the saliva on it mixing with my sweat, until she came to my tit. I squeaked in pleasure as Faith grabbed one of my titties, her hand squeezing it tight like it was a stress ball. Beside it my other tit bounced free, like a beach ball. "Uuuurrhh, uurrhh, fuck, fuck."
Another orgasm exploded in me, a humdinger of flaming delectation that made me quiver and shake even as I screamed, "AAAaarrggghhh, fuuuuuccckkk, aaaaarrrggghhh, cuuuummmiiiinnggg, cuuummmmiiinnng!"
I was exhausted, even my Slayer stamina used up by the pounding I’d given Faith. Faith realised I was flagging and now she had recovered her own energy she was back to take control. Her hands reached out and gripped under my thighs, pulling her back so that my back was leaning against her. She thrust up, slamming the dildo deep back into my bottom. My body shook and shivered, bouncing as she rammed me open. I could feel cum shooting from my cunt as blast after blast of orgasmic pleasure hammered into me. I shrieked again, my voice becoming hoarse, "Fuck me, fuck me."
"I am doing, B" replied Faith as she raised her pelvis, slamming the toy into my anal passageway, "I am fucking you."
"You’re fucking me, fucking me so good, fucking me like I’m your little ass-whore Slayer slut," I shrieked. I moved my hands up so that I was gripping my bosom, trying to hold my bouncing boobs in place and rubbing my palms against the hard, sensitive nipples. It was pleasurable, but the pleasure was dwarfed by the feelings coming from my gaped open asshole, pure ecstatic bliss…
Up she pounded, up in and hard. Our sweaty bodies were clashing together, her hands gripping my thighs so hard they were bruising. I didn’t care – all that mattered was the orgasms that were hitting me, a continuous roll of cumming. I screamed and hollered, squeezing my tits, "Fuck me, fuck me, aaaaarrrrrghhh." My entire mind was wiped and my body went into overdrive as the orgasms merged into one whole; "Aaaaarrrghhh, arrrrrghhhh, myyyyyy fuuuuccckkk… aaaaaaarggghhh."
The motel room supernovaed.
The two of us lay gasping on the bed; Faith from her exertions, me from being orgasmed out. My ass might have been a bit sore, aching and gaped, but it was worth it. We were covered in sweat, our pussies soaked in cum, stunned from the pleasure and reeling from the thudding orgasms. Without warning Faith swung from the bed and reached for her T-shirt, "I’ll walk you to the bus stop."
It was late, after midnight but I knew Faith wasn’t the type who wanted her fucks to hang around for morning hugs and kisses. And I wanted some alone time myself, the sex had been good, but I was pretty sure it came from Faith’s sense of being betrayed by Mrs Post and that meant my friend wasn’t in a good place; I needed to think overnight about things. I rolled over and reached for my panties, "Okay, that sounds good. You good?"
"Hey B, I just fucked that fine ass of yours so hard I almost broke it. I’m not just good I’m buzzing," Faith grinned, but for the first time it struck me there was a haunted, sad look behind it. It was like glimpsing behind the curtains of suburbia and seeing the happy family is made up of an alcoholic, a crack whore and a battered wife.
We headed to the bus-stop. We were lucky, according to the timetable a bus was due and it did, right on time. As I climbed up the steps I turned to Faith, "You take care."
"I will," smiled Faith. She stood their watching as the bus drove away.
*
Mom had the TV on when I came downstairs for breakfast. She turned to me smiling, "Did you and Faith have a nice patrol?"
From the way her eyebrow’s moved upwards and her lips curled in a small smile I was guessing she knew that my late night return wasn’t due to me making Sunnydale safe from bads, though she prob thought it was some random cutie rather than my fellow Slayer. Mom knew Faith, if not as well as me, at least pretty well and had been biblical with the brunette herself – she would have been as surprised and concerned as I was with Faith’s sudden change to topping. And I guessed the last thing Faith wanted was Mom hopping around her acting like a mother hen, especially one who was keeping half a mind on whether to rebone the teen. I gave a small enigmatic smile, "It had its moments."
Mom looked like she was going to quiz me some more so I quickly interrupted, "Pass me the cereal Mom. I need my fibre."
By the time Mom had got the box from the cupboard, poured it into a bowl and passed it me with the milk I was looking engrossed in the TV news, though the item – something about interest rates and employment – was less exciting than double German with Herr der Boring. Mom looked at me wondering whether to interrupt and continue the conversation, but Buffy and current affairs was so unBuffy like it needed to be encouraged, so she went over to pour herself some cereal and join me in silence at the table.
I waited until the end of the item, just long enough for the topic of conversation to be changed without appearing to suspicious before turning back to Mom and tuning out the gabble of news, "So what are you doing today?"
Mom was looking at the television, "Isn’t that one of your teachers?"
I turned round to look, starting to tune back in as I did so. There was a picture of Mrs Post on the screen and the announcer was saying, "… from England was found brutally murdered in her hotel room in the early hours of this morning. Sunnydale Police Department…" the doorbell rang and Mom got up to answer it, "… have appealed for witness." A skinny bald man in a suit tie appeared on the screen, a caption below his flashing up to identify him as a detective in the Sunnydale PD. His adam’s apple bobbed as he spoke, "At just after midnight last night officers attended the scene after reports of a disturbance. We found Mrs Gwendolyn Post, a visitor from England, dead with a single stab wound to the heart. We are appealing for anyone who saw anything or can help in our enquiries…"
Mom entered the room, she looked pale, "Buffy, it’s the police. They want to talk to you."
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