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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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"Hello Buffy," said Darla.
"Hello Darla," I said responding politely. If manners aren’t important when a psychotic blonde ex-vamp is holding your Mom hostage and pointing a pistol at your head, when are they?
Mom looked between the two of us, "I’m guessing you’ve met," she said dryly, "which is typical, I can’t even pick up a girl in this town that hasn’t either had sex with my daughter or tried to kill her."
"Or both," said Darla cheerfully.
"The sex thing was an accident," I hastily explained in case Mom got the idea I had no taste, "Willow cast a spell that went bad."
Darla grinned, "So you keep saying. I just think you wanted some of me."
"I thought me staking you might have put that idea out of your head."
"As I’m back, after what seemed like only a few centuries of hellfire, I’ve forgiven you. Especially as you’re about the only thing standing between me and a sudden return to said hell and damnation." She put the pistol on the table and smiled at me, "Friends?"
"Gee Darla, best buddies, tell you what why don’t I lend you some of my things and we can hit the mall together for an all day shopathon," I said sarcastically. I kept my eyes on the pistol; it was too near to Darla and too far from me for me to make a jump for it. Darla saw I was looking at and nodded. She gave it a push and it slid across the vinyl tablecloth and over to my side. I picked it up, held it gingerly between my fingers – I hate guns – and then dropped it in the trashcan. I turned back to Darla, who was looking totally too calm given that she had no vamp powers and now no pistol, "So why are you here?"
Before Darla could say anything Mom stood up, "Well, I don’t know you two but I could do a coffee. Anyone else?"
"White, no sugar," said Darla.
"Mom, this is Darla, you know I may have mentioned her; uber-vamp, evil incarnate, pretty sure she’s not a natural blonde. She broke in and held you at gunpoint…"
"She didn’t, strictly speaking, break in and she’s not holding anyone at gunpoint any more. Which reminds me, don’t leave that gun in the trashcan its against city ordinances to dispose of firearms that way…"
"Yeah," said Darla smarmily, "You don’t want to get in trouble with the Mayor."
I scowled at her and then said to Mom, "I’ll have a coffee, please." Mom got up and started to bustle round the kitchen Darla smiling at her ass appreciatively. I sat down opposite her and put on my meanest face, "Don’t get any ideas."
"I was just thinking if I’d had a Mom like yours I wouldn’t have gone off the rails, started selling my body for money and then sold my soul for an eternal life," said Darla, "Thank fuck mine was a gin soaked bitch."
"Aaaww, my heart bleeds, which if I remember was what happened to yours in those final few seconds before you went pouff. So you want to talk? Please say no, cos then I can slap you."
"Buffy…" said Mom, who seemed to have totally forgotten the whole hostage thing.
"I’ll talk, that’s why I’m here," said the blonde skank. She turned to look at Mom making the coffee, waiting until the steaming mug was on the table before turning to me, "As you know some bitch sucker staked me when I wasn’t looking, getting a lucky hit and sending me to hell."
"Yeah, something like," though my memory involved us fighting a lot more and there be no luck, just the better gal getting the wood in.
"Anyway I go down to a hell dimension, settle in for an eternity of torment; y’know the stuff - skin melting off your body, beetles gnawing at your insides, constant and I mean constant pulling out of fingernails by little imps with their tweezers. But then pop I’m back here. The Mayor’s on the last stages towards the Ascension and he needed a thimbleful of blood from a blood from someone who’s gone to one of the lower-hell dimensions, which you can only get to if you’ve died and not been good. He could have gone for others, but I guess he thought that since you’d killed me I’d have a grudge and I would be a little added distraction to you and stop you interfering in his plans. Your Mayor’s a powerful warlock, probably the most powerful since Medieval as it takes a lot to bring the dead vampire and even he wasn’t powerful enough bring me back as a vampire. One last trick the hell dimension played on me was to give me back my soul."
"Trick? I’d have thought it’s a bonus, you can go get a suntan now."
Darla smiled so sadly that I almost felt sorry for her and Mom patted her hand, "It’s a curse Buffy. I’ve killed hundreds, thousands and they’re all here, all in my dreams and nightmares, all beckoning me back to hell, where I belong to atone for my crimes. And the trouble is my soul knows they’re right, only my body’s shit scared of having redhot pokers on it again, so I’m kinda keen to stay alive."
"That’s understandable," said Mom, "How’s the coffee?"
"Great Joyce, I can really get the flavour, not like some of those cheap brands." I growled and Darla came back on topic, "He recruited Mrs Post to infiltrate and keep an eye on you as well. But when she was discovered she was no use and so he had her killed. The killer wore a blonde wig in the hope that it’d deflect attention onto you and that being in jail would give you even less time to stop the Mayor. But as you know the witness said they didn’t look like you."
"You know who the killer is?" I asked.
"I have my suspicions," said Darla, "but anyway…"
"Are you going to tell me them?"
"In a moment," said Darla and carried on, "Mrs Post’s murder was my wake-up call. I’d come back and I’d just pushed my soul so deep it couldn’t come out; even if I wasn’t a vampire, I was evil, it’s all I knew. But then with Mrs Post’s death I began to think it might be me next and all those I’d killed seemed to charge out of my soul and start taunting me, begging for it to happen so I might suffer." She paused, "I can’t change what I was Buffy, but I can change what I’m going to be and hope that I can do enough good before I die that this time I don’t get sent to the same place."
"So its not a conscience, it’s fear," I said.
"Yeah, I guess. Though I’m not going to say there’s not a bit of guilt in there as well," said Darla.
"How do I know you’re not spinning me a line?" I asked.
"I’ll tell you who’s the Mayor’s new person on the inside."
"He’s got someone on the inside again?" I asked. Mrs Post, I could have seen, she was a bitch and never really one of the gang. But if there was someone else betraying me it had to be one of my friends, Giles, Willow, Xander, Cordelia. My heart lurched and then righted itself, this was Darla, and she was about as trustworthy as a scorpion.
"I know you don’t believe me," Darla said.
"Y’think?" I replied.
"I think, but you will" replied Darla. "Tonight the Mayor’s got a ceremony at Restfield cemetery tonight. He’s not wanting you there, worried you won’t fit in and so he’s told Faith…"
"Faith…" I interrupted and laughed. There was no way my fellow Slayer was joining the big bads, she hated vamps and icky things more than anyone I knew and there was no way she’d be joining up with the biggest bad of them all. Plus with me giving my tight little bod to her she had way to good a thing to mess up; "Now I know you were dropped on your head. Faith’s straight up."
Darla shrugged, "Look go on patrol with Faith. If you suggest you try the Restfield and she’s all up for it, I’m a lying bitch. If you suggest going there and she doesn’t want to and try’s to get you elsewhere, well it’s not me who’s the bitch."
"Doesn’t prove a thing," I said.
"It doesn’t harm to test then, does it?" said Darla.
*
I slipped into the back seat of Giles’ car. Will and Cordy shifted uncomfortably as I plopped in, the seat could barely hold the two of them and with me in it was closer than the Trash Compactor on the Death Star. From the front seats Giles and Xander turned to me expectantly, "Well?" asked Giles.
"Get off…" said Cordelia and elbowed me sharply. I moved to give her room, which left me half-hanging off the seat and half-on Willow. My redheaded friend grimaced at the uncomfortableness, but unlike her girlfriend didn’t use physical force. I squirmed a little, trying to get a better spot, but all that did was scrunch my panties and my skirt together in a heap. I gave up.
"Well," repeated Giles, "Did you and Faith go to Restfield?"
"No, Faith made excuses before leading me to a vampire nest for us to stake," I replied.
"I’m not sure why you’re so glum. Darla said that Faith would stop you going to Restfield, but running into a bunch of vampires is just bad luck," Giles replied and the others nodded in agreement.
"No. I said she led me there. She knew where they were, someone told her. They were her diversion to keep me from Restfield."
"Where you would be bored stiffer than its normal inhabitants" said Xander, "Dead people –stiffs… get it."
"We do," said Giles.
"So nothing’s happening there?" I asked. I hadn’t believed Darla, until Faith had tried to keep me from the cemetery. Now, I couldn’t see how she could be lying. Unless something was due to happen and it hadn’t gone to plan. I strained forward, "Let me have a look at that?"
Xander passed me the laptop.
"Buffy, careful," squealed Cordelia, without me even touching her as I leaned back into Will.
I ignored Cordy’s shrieks and tried to angle myself in the most comfortable position for me and Will whilst scrolling through the shots from the surveillance cameras we’d set up earlier. It was so quiet that I could see a hare hop into view, take a sniff in the air, a peck at some grass and then hop out. I carried on zipping through the different shots, "Sure we got all angles covered?"
"The only way the Mayor could be in there and not in these shots is if he’s either an inch-high or invisible," said my techno-geek friend from behind me.
I nodded and carried on until I returned to the hopping rabbit. I frowned as I watched him sniff the air, peck at the grass and hop out of view to the left. I waited a few seconds and he reappeared from the right, hopping to the centre, stopping as before and pecking the grass, before going out of shot. Seconds later he repeated. I moved to another camera, looking at the gates from the inside and counting the seconds between lights of the cars going by. "There’s a pattern," I said
"Problem, Buffy?" asked Giles from the front.
"The cars there going past at the same intervals, the rabbit is repeating its movements," I said and everyone looked at me like I’d gone mad; "It’s on a loop, these camera’s aren’t live they’re on loops."
Giles said a very rude word. He turned the key in the ignition and after a few tries it caught; we impersonated the bunny for a few yards as he tried to then get it into gear, but after around a minute we were motoring; not very fast motoring, but still quicker than a slow jog.
I got out of the car as we arrived. There was an acrid smell of sulphur in the air, though I couldn’t see anyone around. I vaulted over the gate as Giles got out his skeleton key to unlock it. I knelt down by the camera and was examining it as Willow came up. She took it from me and nodded, "See this disc. It’s a rewind, you’re right Buffy the camera’s have been looped."
"Why?" asked Cordelia.
"I’d say the obvious reason was to stop us seeing what was going on," replied Giles, "Let’s look around."
The cemetery was deserted, even my hare, had left for the evening. But there had been something going on, scorched pentagrams were burnt in the grass, chalked symbols decorated the tombstones nearby and what looked like charred goat bones were in the nearest trash can, together with an empty packet of baby wipes. I turned to Giles, "I missed it."
"We missed it. We wouldn’t have even known about it if you hadn’t told us," he put his hands in his jacket pocket and looked around frowning, "I might be able to do something with those symbols, see what kind of ceremony it is. Willow, do you want to come over here and take some pictures of these? Willow…?" He turned round.
I looked around as well. Cordelia was sitting on a nearby bench, Xander rooting around in some long grass looking for clues. But no Willow, "Anyone seen her?" I asked nervously.
The others looked at me and then at each other, "No," they said, just as I heard the sound of a van engine. I sprinted as fast as I could towards the entrance, the van was passing through it and onto the highway outside. Its doors were open and I could see Will struggling against two vamps, her trying to jump out them trying to drag her in. I sprinted faster and faster, but I couldn’t keep up and then it was gone out of range. I stopped, panting – they were the Mayor’s minions and they’d be taking him to her. The plan was easy; I’d just take her back.
*
The plan might have been easy; it just suffered one flaw.
We didn’t know where Will was.
You’d think with her tendency to get kidnapped by the bads she’d get herself chipped or swallow some barium so we could geiger her. We checked the remaining cemeteries, warehouses, even the parks, but no sign of Will. Eventually with dawn reddening the sky like a really intense lip gloss Giles suggested we call it a day, "You all go home and get some sleep. I’ll have a look in the books, see what the ceremony last night was about; it might give us some clues to help find Willow."
It wasn’t a great plan, but I was out of better ones.
Darla was still in the kitchen when I returned. She was wearing one of Mom’s robes, and nothing else, she looked at me, a piece of toast in one hand and a buttery knife held in the other, "So?"
"So; I’m tired, you’re still here and Willow is missing. I’m going to bed."
"So, is Faith a traitor?" Darla called after me.
I closed the door to my room, stripped off and into my PJs and slid under the covers alone. I’d barely closed my eyes when I heard the sound of moans and groans coming from Mom’s room and the squeak of her bed. The squeaks and moans got faster, the bed bouncing and the joints squealing like a demented pogo stick, smacking against the wall so loud the house shook. I put the pillow over my head, off all the Milfs in all the world Darla would have to spread her legs for my Mom.
I must have fallen asleep cos the next thing I knew Mom was banging on my door, "Buffy. It’s Rupert; on the phone."
"I’m up," I said shooting out of bed like a rocket. I was down the landing and stairs so fast that I almost knocked Mom over, luckily I didn’t; with her hair awry and lipstick stains all over her mouth she was already dishevelled enough. I picked up the receiver, "Giles."
"We found Willow. Or rather I got a call from the Mayor, who told me she’s in his office and we should go along and collect her."
"Is it a trap?" I asked
"Probably," he replied.
"Better go get her then," I said.
"Yes, I’ll pick you up."
It didn’t take me long to get dressed, which was lucky cos Giles must have put his foot to the gas and pushed his old jalopy to its rusty limit to be round as quick as he was. We picked up Cordy and Xander and headed to the Mayor’s office. It was almost deserted, just a receptionist in; even though it was Monday the city bureaucrats weren’t early risers by the looks. The young woman who’d luck out with morning duty looked at us as we came in and sniffed, "The Mayor said he was expecting visitors." She left it unsaid he hadn’t told her to expect them to arrive kitted out with stakes, crossbows and what Giles had told me was mid-sixteenth century Japanese Samurai Sword. Just as she was deciding whether to buzz us up or not the lift doors opened and out walked Faith.
She was all black, leather pants, T-shirt, jacket, her high-heeled boots, even her gloss and eyeshadow. She gave a polite smile as she saw us, "Hey B, come to pick up the pack?"
"So it’s true," I said.
"The Mayor wasn’t lying, Willow’s here and unharmed. I even gave her one of my donuts cos she looked hungry and the stuff the boss’s got around ain’t really suitable for human digestion, if you get my drift."
"I meant it’s true you’ve sold out and gone over to the Mayor’s side," I said, hoping she tell me it wasn’t and that it was all a mistake; that she’d just got here first and rescued Willow for us.
"That? Shit yeah. The pay’s better, he’s not an asshole, all the pussy and ass I can handle and as y’know, Twinkie, I can handle a lot."
"Well," said Cordelia, "Those pants make your ass look big. Perhaps now you’ve gone all evilly you should think about a diet."
For a second Faith paused, then she frowned and went red. She turned abruptly on her heel, "She’s in the office; follow me." I grinned and did so, I’ll say it for Cordy usually her mouth is about as helpful as matches in a blizzard, but when she’s on form she knows how and when to use it.
Faith opened the door to the office, "Boss, B and her gang."
Inside the Mayor was sitting behind his desk. Lilah Morgan was standing near him, looking through some old leather bound books on his bookcase. And on a seat next to the window, bound and gagged, but looking unharmed was Willow.
"Thank you," the Mayor stood up from behind his desk and gestured us in. "I’d offer to shake your hand, but you wouldn’t shake it and I’ve got mysophobia."
"Fear of germs," said Giles quietly.
I nodded, "We’ll have vamps with a fear of moonlight next."
The Mayor laughed, "Now that would be something, Miss Summers, I do agree."
"So are you going to let us have Willow or do we have to fight you for her?" I looked around as we did so, no trap-doors beneath us, no spidey-monster on the ceiling and unless the bads were about a foot tall they weren’t hidden under his desk or in the trash can. As a trap it was a very cunning one.
"Faith, could you untie our guest," he said.
Faith nodded and pulled out a knife. I moved forward, but she just glared at me and sliced through the knots before I could do anything. Willow stretched her arms and pulled off her gag. She scowled at the redhead, "Bitch."
"You did bite me," said Faith and slapped her.
"Now, now, Faith, Willow, let bygones be bygones, " said the Mayor, "Shake on it. My grandpapa said never let the moon set on a quarrel, which would have been good advice if he hadn’t been eaten by a werewolf." He chuckled, "Of course by the next full moon it won’t be werewolf’s who’ll have eaten young Miss Rosenberg and you too Miss Summers."
"What will it be?" I asked.
"That would spoil things," he said. "I have to apologise. I told my employees to deal with anyone who interfered with last nights ceremony. They may have been over enthusiastic in taking Miss Rosenberg, as I had finished. I’ve had words, stern words, and it won’t happen again."
Willow had walked gingerly over to join us, no-one had stopped her, but still I stepped in front of her as I addressed the Mayor, "You’re letting her go? Just like that? No ransom? No attempt to ambush us?"
"Of course. I am a man of my word. I know the public is very cynical about politicians today, and seeing Capitol Hill who can blame them, but I’m that old-fashioned sort of small-town leader; when I make a promise I keep it and you know you can trust me," he grinned. Then his smile dropped like a steel shutter slamming down and his face became hard and cruel and evil, "So trust me," he hissed, "when I say that your interference will make no difference. My time is coming and yours, Slayer, is nearly over." His face lit up to its more normal friendly, kindly, grin and he straightened his tie, "Now, I think our business is concluded. You have a good day y’hear."
*
The good news Will was pretty unharmed. They’d grabbed her when she’d been looking at some old carvings and bundled her into the back of the van, but apart from a few bruises she’d got as they dragged her she hadn’t been touched. In fact Faith was right in that they’d even tried to feed her breakfast, though the only thing she’d actually eaten was Faith’s wrist. Unfortunately, at no time during her captivity had the Mayor stood over her and revealed his plans for world domination like a good supervillain.
I’d left Willow at her place to get some rest and rang Mom to let her know I was going to be spending the day with Giles and Xander in the library. Mom sounded a little out of breath as she spoke and in the background I could hear Darla tittering, yeeuw!, at least I’d been under a miscast spell when I’d being doing the horizontal dance with Darla (and Dru). The research turned up little, apart from the fact that Xander seems to be able to find books with engravings of naked demon hotties with worrying frequency. Oh, and whatever was coming was arriving by graduation, but, in proof there was a God, after prom.
It was dark by the time I got home again. The only light on was in Mom’s room and I didn’t need the squeak of the bed to tell me that Darla hadn’t yet left our house. I sighed and tried to ignore the banging on the floorboards as I settled in front of the television; turning it up so loud if our neighbours hadn’t been eaten by killer worms and zombiefied, they’d have been banging on the door and screeching I turn it down. It still struggled to drown out Darla’s orgasmic shrieks and rattle of upstairs furniture as Mom showed Darla the advantages of being alive.
There was a knock at the door. I paused to see if Mom would stop her rutting with Darla long enough to come down and answer it. She didn’t, I sighed and turned down the volume, if it was Avon calling I didn’t want to have shout above the sounds of the ‘Gilmore Girls’.
It was Willow. And she was wearing nothing but a pair of suspenders, high-heels and a smile. "Hello B," she said.
"Er, Hi Will," I looked at my naked friend. Two things went through my mind; at the orgy on Saturday she’s been sporting a small tuft of red hair; she’d taken the time since to shave it off and secondly. "Wardrobe malfunction?"
"Hello B," she repeated again and smiled at me so hard I thought she might crick her neck.
"It’s just normally when you come round, you come clothed, though sometimes we take them off," I said.
"I am naked," smiled Willow. She turned round and then round again, twirling slowly so that she showed me all of her nude body, "Do you like my naked body?"
"Very nice; but, not that I am being judgmental, and I am only saying this as a friend, but have you come all the way over from your house dressed… well more undressed like that?" I couldn’t see any sign of denims or tops littering my front lawn, which meant at the very least Willow had walked down the lane almost naked.
"I am naked," smiled Willow again, "Do you like my naked body?"
"Er, well, you know me Willow, I’m a sucker, or rather a licker, for anything with T ‘n’ A and yours are totally hot. But, I don’t want to be a bitch Willow, or anything, but you know Cordelia… your girlfriend?"
Willow cocked her head to one side as if thinking, "Cordelia… my girlfriend," she said slowly then her head straightened, "She’s a dumb slut. Cordelia has slept with most of Sunnydale."
"Yeah, well, I don’t disagree. She has her good points, though, um help me out Will, she must have some good points…" I said.
Willow beamed, "She’s slept with most of Sunnydale."
"Um, yeah, I guess that’s one in her favour; show’s she popular, which must say something, right?" I asked.
Willow nodded enthusiastically, "Cordelia is a dumb slut."
"Oh, you guys had an argument about something? Were you at her place? Is that where your clothes are? Sheez Will, you ought to have said. I’ll put on some popcorn and you can tell Buffy all about it," there was an ultra-loud passionate scream from Darla, "On second thoughts let me grab you some clothes and we can go get a coffee."
Willow’s head drooped, "Do you not like me naked?"
"Er, well sure I do," I said.
Her head straightened and she beamed widely again, "I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B."
"Um, about Cordelia," I said.
Willow pushed at me, she’d obviously been working out cos her touch sent me stumbling backwards. She walked over the threshold, "I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B."
"Er…" I said. But before I could say anything else she’d taken another couple of steps towards me, reaching out and grabbing me. My arms were pinned to my side as she slammed her mouth onto mine so hard that I overbalanced and was left on one foot, the other jiggling around like I’d stepped on a pin. Her tongue pushed out, forcing open my lips and thrusting into me. It pressed at mine, pushing down so that my tongue was forced to the floor of my mouth and any attempt to bring it back up was met with overwhelming force. The redhead was taking control of my mouth, slamming her tongue round and back, ignoring my increasingly half-hearted resistance and raising my libido like the Titanic on Judgement Day. It was a zinger and as Willow moved her lips back from me, and allowed me to stand on two feet again, it was like I had been electrified, "Er…" I managed.
The girl with the one track mind said, "I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B."
Upstairs the floorboards began to bounce so hard I was worried the floor would give way and a fucking Mom and Darla would end up, still coupling, in the living room, surrounded by dust and plaster. "Fuuuuuckkkk meeeee, Joyciiiieeeee! Fuuuuucccckkk mmeeeeeee!" screamed the blonde tramp.
Willow beamed at me, her hands reaching out for my waist and gripping it hard as she pulled herself towards me, "I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B."
Sometimes you just gotta go with the flow, I thought, and opened my mouth to receive Will. Not that I liked her cheating on Cordelia, but as she said Cordy was a bitch who’d slept with most of Sunnydale; if Will wanted some revenge sex, well I was a good friend. And anyway I deserved some fun with a girl who wasn’t a traitory bitch like Faith. At least I like to pretend I thought about the reasons why my mouth was opening and my hand was clamping itself to Will’s wet cunt and fiddling at it with my thumb. But I think to be truthful I was more thinking, "Wet pussy, wet pussy, gimme, gimme, gimme!"
I slid my thumb into her; she was soaking, the juice coating my thumb like a wet cape. I pushed harder into her, feeling her walls give to my pressure and moulding themselves round me. She shuddered and her tongue pressed hard into me, probing and exploring, moving round like a twisting snake, never staying in one place long enough for me to pin down. Her lips were moving against mine, our mouths opening and closing like we were two out of control goldfish, struggling for oxygen or two really badly behaved schoolgirls, masticating at our gum, or even two horny teens have an intense make out session.
"Fuck, easy Willow," I gasped as she grabbed my T-shirt and pulled. I pushed her back long enough to pull it off. She wasn’t wasting any time and as even as my top was going over my head she was undoing my pants, pulling them and the thong down. I stepped out of them and undid my bra, kicking the clothes to one side, making a mental note to tidy them up before Mom came down and had a wig at my untidyness.
Will stepped forward again. "Gee, whoah," I gasped in surprise as she gripped my ass and lifted me. I never knew she had the strength, she must have been practising on Cordy. Or perhaps I was her practice for the inevitable make-up sex with the brunette bimbo. In any case I was dangling with my feet behind Will as she carried me as far as the stairs. We didn’t make it up… at least we didn’t make it up the stairs. I managed an "oof" as Willow laid me, not gently, down, my back rubbing at the edge of the stairs.
"I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B," said Willow, laying herself on top of me.
"Yeah, I got that, Will," I said. Her mouth closed on my titty, suckling in it. I gasped, "Yep, Will… I’m really getting it." Her lips closed round my tit, her mouth sucking greedily at it and her teeth and tongue pushing and prodding and gripping round the nipple like it was a tasty orange and Will had a hunger for its juice. She chewed rougher, nipping at my teat so hard that I gasped; her teeth squeezed at the nipple dragging it up and making my tit stretch like elastic. She let go and my boob pinged back. Before I could say a thing though she was on the other one, eating and slurping, tasting the teat and teasing it with her teeth. I groaned as the bosom was sucked into her mouth, the pressure of the suck acting like a sexual pump. My body moved and twisted and I could feel the carpet burn against me and the edge of the stairs bite into my back, "Oh, Willow, fuck Willow, what are you doing with your tongue?"
My hands were on her back, gripping her and holding her in place in case she slipped down. Not that I wouldn’t have minded her mouth to slip a foot, titty eating is a blast, but it’s nothing like having my muff munched. Sadly Will’s mouth showed no immediate plan to move from my titties; luckily she had a hand free. My back arched and I gasped as two of her fingers entered me without warning. They pushed down my chute, scissoring open the hole and pressing at my walls. Up and down, up and down, each thrust deeper and harder, making me as wet as Niagara.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," my breath came in little spurts, animalistic grunts and groans of passion. My body moved, jerking and juddering on the stairs, feeling the warmth of the friction, the wood beneath the carpet solid and hard, pressing against my spine. A titty bounced back and forth, the other was still in Will’s mouth and then she swapped again, gorging herself on my small, firm mound. Her fingers moved faster, whacking into my wet slit and hammering hard at my G-spot. I buckled in pleasure, the orgasm making me feel both weak and like I could lift the world. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" my shrieks were louder, and I could feel another orgasm rushing at me, not even letting it predecessor escape before it hit me. My back bent, thrusting me upwards and ramming my titty so hard into Willow’s mouth I was surprised she didn’t choke on it. "Fuuuckk! Fuuuccckkk! Fuccccckkkkk!"
I sagged for a moment as Willow pulled her finger out of me. She took her head from my boob and sucked her cummy finger, slurping noisily at my juice and carrying on until she had almost sucked herself to the bone. Then she looked at me, her smile as wide as before and her words the same "I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B," like a record stuck in a scratch. I’d have said something about her needing to change the sweet nothings except she stuffed three fingers into my cunt, stretching my hole like it was rubber. I screamed in pleasure as the duck’s beak of fingers rammed deep into me. Willow moved on top of me, her larger bosoms rubbing onto mine, "I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B."
"Fuck yeah," I screeched, "Fuck this slutty Slayer. Fuck my wet twat."
Her hand moved forward, slamming the digits in hard and fast. My pussy opened to accommodate them, blazing with ecstatic bliss as her knuckles and nails skimmed over the wet flesh, massaging and exciting the nerve-stimuli buried beneath. I could feel her slamming deeper into me, each thrust ramming at my clit and hammering it into the soft flesh surrounding it, making the bud zing with pleasure. I gripped her back, "Fuuucckkk!" I shrieked "Fuuuuccckkk!"
Her busty bosom was bouncing, flopping and wobbling like two jellies. My smaller ones were bouncing as well, but more controlled heaves, more like waves against the pier on a windy day compared to the explosive, crashing waves of a typhoon. Her elbow worked in and out, hammering like a jackhammer. I could see it moving behind her, up and down, up and down, faster and faster. And I could feel the result, an explosion of raw sexual pleasure burning up my cunt and making me scream to the high heavens.
"Fuucccckkk, aaaaaarggggh!" from Mom’s bedroom Darla had restarted after a brief pause.
I bent and repeated her screams, "Fuuuucckkk, aaaaaarggghhh!"
Willow pulled her fingers out again, "I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B." She stuck them into her mouth and slurped greedily, as I lay gasping and recovering.
She stood up and reached down to help me to my feet, pulling me up so hard that my arm was almost jerked from my socket. "I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B," she repeated her mantra and dragged me up the remainder of the stairs. My door was ajar and we headed to that. We didn’t reach it. As we passed Mom’s room Darla let out another shriek and that seemed to send my friend in another tail-spin of desire. She twisted me and slammed me into the wall opposite Mom’s room, so that I was staring at the half-open door. Through it I could see the tips of some naked feet, moving up and down and back and forth on a mattress that was bouncing like it was about to take off. But I barely had time to notice, before Willow had slammed the door shut, repeated, "I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B," and dropped to her knees in front of me.
Her mouth latched itself to my pussy, like a very sexy leech and she began to tongue-fuck me vigorously. I gave a cry of pleasure as she rammed up me, hammering home at my bud like she was a starved man seeing his first double hamburger with cheese for months. Her hands were gripping my ass, nipping and kneading at the flesh and preventing me from running from her tonguing; not that I had any plans to flee from the expert cunnilingus I was getting. Her tongue was shooting up my chute, slurping at my juice and ramming at my spot. I shrieked again, "Willow! Will! Ooooh, fuuuckkkk!"
She pushed her lips harder at me, munching and eating my slit like a special treat. I quivered in pleasure, quaking at the bliss blasting me. My head hammered back against the wall, cracking against the wooden boards like an out of control nail-gun. I knew Will could eat pussy, but this was unbelievable, better than ever, like she’d been taking lessons in muff-diving from an Olympic champion. My head hit the wall again, making it reverberate like it was being punched. A photo of me as a little girl dropped to the floor, followed by one of me and a cousin dressed as fairies. I tried to remember that I’d need to pick them up later, but the way I was orgasming I was having trouble recalling my own name, "Fuuuccckkk, ooooohhhh, fucccckkkkkk!" I shrieked like a banshee.
Willow didn’t stop, just carried on slamming her tongue down my chute and mouthing my muffin like she’d been starving for a week before hitting an all-you-can-eat buffet. I bucked, my ass bouncing against the wall as Will’s slurping sent me into a quivering, shaking orgasmquake. My hands were gripping out, trying to grab some balance and, as I pulled another picture of the wall and knocked over one of Mom’s expensive Kenyan ornaments, I knew I was totally failing to stand up straight. I squealed, getting noisier and noisier, so loud I was drowning out the skinny assed blonde harlot’s cries from Mom’s room – well almost, she was hollering so high-pitched it wasn’t only her looks that were crackin’ glass. I twisted, tensing and relaxing so quickly it seemed that my muscles were doing one thing even as they were doing the other. Below me Willow was ignoring my screams and cries and just concentrating on my thrusting pelvis. I bent over, leaning on her shoulders to keep me up, "Ooooohh, aaaaargggghhh, Willow… eat meeeee! Eat my pussssssyyyy!"
The orgasms tore at me like an electric saw chopping through timber. A nuclear reaction of ecstasy, making my insides twist and my tendons snap. Every muscle seemed to quiver and explode under my flesh and every vein pumped so much blood and oxygen round me it felt like I was about to take off. I gripped Willow’s shoulders so hard I thought she’d break, but she didn’t even seem to notice just tonguing me onwards until I was a quivering screaming wreck, "Aaaarrrrghhhh, fuuuckkkkk, uuuurrggghh, oooooohhhh, aaaaarrrggghhhh." My screams were deafening and my body was smacking the wall so hard the house was shaking. Willow’s tongue slammed at my clit and I shrieked some more, "AAAArrrrgggghhh, urrrrgggghhhh, ooooohhhhh, fuuuuuuccccckkkk!"
My legs gave way like they’d turned into papier-mache and I slid down the wall to the floor. Willow looked at me beaming, "I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B," she burbled happily.
"Hey, yeah, just a minute," I said. But she was already up again and dragging me to my feet like I was a rag doll. I staggered, but she held me and turned me in the direction of my room, "Well, okay, just a quickie. Then you go sort out your argument with Cordelia."
"I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B," she said and pushed me into the room. I slumped face down on the bed. Behind me I could hear Willow searching around, "I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B" she repeated as she opened drawers and rifled through my stuff.
"The strap-ons under the bed, in my trunk, where I normally keep it," I said guessing what she was looking for. There was the sound of my trunk being slid out and opened, followed by the clunk of toys and weapons being tossed around as she searched for one she wanted. It didn’t take my friend long to find one as I heard the trunk being slammed shut. "Is it a big one?" I asked, feeling my excitement rise again.
"I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B" replied Willow, who obviously though continually repeating the same words was in some way more endearing than irritating. Luckily for her I was as horny as hooker after a sex strike and would have listened to Cordy’s rendition of ‘The Star Spangled Banner’ if it would have got me an ass-filling.
The bed moved as Willow got on. Her hands reached down for my cheeks and I groaned as she took my skin butt in her hand and began to knead it and move them, gently swinging the cheeks round. More and more she moved, twisting the cheeks round in a circle and gripping them hard so that her fingers pushed into my flesh and deep into the muscles beneath. She pulled and pried, using her grip to pull open at my hole, straining the tight little pucker and threatening to widen it open. I groaned as her finger moved between my cheeks and over my back fuckhole. She rubbed at the closed hole, teasing and tantalising with her finger, just touching it with the tip. My body quivered and I could feel the wetness of my pussy as my slit rubbed against my quilt. "You tease, Willow," I giggled, "Get me ready."
Her only reply was, "I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B". But she didn’t, not yet, instead she continued to press her finger over my hole, making me wet with lust. I groaned and shook, raising my ass and wiggling it invitingly. Will pushed it down with her hands, squeezing at my cheeks as she did. I groaned and rose again, Willow pushed me down, except this time one of her fingers followed between my crack and instead of rubbing over my hole, she began to push it down. I grunted and stretched my back, giving a moan to show it was good. Willow pushed the digit a bit further, "I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B"
"Go on Willow. I want you to fuck B. I want you to fuck my slutty slayer B butt," I groaned and writhed on the bed, massaging my cunt against the bedding.
"I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B" continued Willow and added a second finger to the mix. I gasped in excitement, my lustful anticipation rocketing upwards, as she pushed them into the knuckle and wiggled them. She paused, letting me enjoy the tickle of her tips against the inside of my bowels, before pushing them in all the way. They couldn’t go as deep as a strap-on, but they could still go far enough to make me wince with pleasure, especially as she wiggled and moved them, each stroke expanding my anal walls and sending tiny, but delightful, waves of pleasure shooting through me.
In the room next door, the bed was bouncing hard against the wall and Darla was screaming, "Fuck me, Joyce, fuck my ass." I didn’t care, I was too wrapped in my own pleasure.
I stretched out my arms, gripping the bedding and lifted my ass up, waving it and giggling as Willow pushed it opened. "Fuck me, Will, fuck my ass."
"I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B," said Willow. She pulled out her fingers and slid her hand between my legs, opening my legs. I lifted myself up, pushing my ass into the air and spreading my hands in front of me to push myself into a square. Willow’s hands were on my ass, spreading my cheeks and I could feel the tip of her dildo rubbing at my hole. She pushed forward "I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B."
I gave a groan of pleasure as the toy pushed down into my back fuckhole, not far with the first thrust, further with the second and even deeper with the third. I gripped the bedding and dragged into towards me, "That’s it Will, fuck my ass deep, ram your big strap-on down my anal passage, fill me with dildo."
She moved harder and faster than normal, really pounding at my ass. As if to make-up for the fact that I wouldn’t be getting any hard slammings from Faith Willow was hammering me as hard as we’d ever done it in all our threesomes and foursomes. She plunged down, opening my ass and making me spring back and forth like my legs were made of elastic. I shrieked in pleasure as the dildo went deeper and deeper, moving my hand so that I was stroking and fingering my soaking slit as the butt was made wider than Willow’s beam, "Fuck me, fuck me, aaaarrrggghhh," I screamed, "Bang my butt open. Fuck me with that big toy."
From next door, whether driven by my screams of passion or not, Mom’s bed was hitting the wall so hard that I wouldn’t have been surprised if she and Darla drove it through. Darla was screaming loud. I was screaming louder, "Aaaaarrrghhh, urrrrghhhh, fuuuuckkk, fuuuuckkk, do my ass Willow, fuck my ass open; fuck my anal fuckhole, wreck it with your dildo."
"I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B," Willow was all the way in. Her thighs slammed into me as the dildo went down all the way to the moulded balls at its haft, the plastic mounds sticking into my cheek and bruising my behind as Willow rammed. I fingered my cunt hard, squealing in excitement; further in my clit bounced as it was taken from behind; Will’s plastic phallus stimulating it through my walls and making the bud blaze with pleasure. The redhead teen was gripping down, fondling my titties and squeezing them, playing with the nipples and making them hard between her finger and thumb. I squealed in excitement as she yanked and pulled at them, shrieking more as the dildo rammed down my chute and hit deep. Willow continued to move fast, ramming deep down into me, "I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B."
"Yes, fuck me, fuck my ass hard, ream my butt, wreck my hole, gape me like the Pacific," I called out. Sweat was dripping from me, pouring down my face like I was melting, a waterfall of perspiration gushing down my face, getting in my eyes and being sniffed up my nostrils and covering my lips in its salty tang. Harder and harder Willow pounded, making me gush girl cum as my finger and her dildo combined. I shrieked as another orgasm took me and my arms gave way, sending me face down onto the bed.
"I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B" Will carried on, ramming me down until my legs gave way and I was flat down on the bed. I thought that was it, but Willow only spent a moment readjusting herself and then she was on me again, lying on top of me and lifting her pelvis to pound away, like she had taken a Slayer pill and had the stamina and strength of Faith or me. I didn’t question her new energy I just lay, shrieking and loving it, screaming in bliss as my ass was pounded into anal ecstasy, a cataclysm of orgasmic blast rending my body. "I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B."
The bed went, the screws of one of the wooden legs worked out by the bouncing it was getting. I slipped forward, Willow remained with me hammering my ass. I shrieked as I came again, my screams drowning out the sound of Mom’s bed hitting the wall. Willow moved harder and faster, wrecking my asshole in the best way ever, "Fucking, yessss!" I shrieked.
I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B. I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B. I want to fuck you B. I want to fuck Slayer B. I want to fuck you… you… you… you…you. I…I…I want… want…want…want… tofuckSlayerBIwanttofuck… twelve seconds to detonation…" Willow’s voice went all strange and guttural, "Ten seconds to detonation…"
I twisted pushing her off and turned too face her. Her hair had fallen off revealing a bald pate criss-crossed with small ridges and her eyes were glowing red; even as I looked part of her cheek fell away revealing pistons and wires underneath. "Eight seconds to detonation," said Robot Willow.
"You’re a bomb," I looked at her in surprise, "A robot bomb. The Mayor tricked me."
"Six seconds to detonation," said Robot Willow in reply.
I looked around the room, there was no way I could get under the broken bed, the wardrobe wouldn’t shield me enough and Robot Willow was blocking the way to the door, "Four," she said.
"The window it is," I said and went for her.
We grappled, "Three." I grabbed her and heaved. "Two," she said as her feet went from the floor.
"I like big bangs as much as the next girl," I said and turned to the window and threw, "but this might be too big."
"One" she hurtled through the window.
The explosion blew in my frames and curtain, sending slivers of razor sharp glass which would have skinned me alive if I hadn’t already been slamming myself on the floor. They smashed into the wall, covering me with dust and smaller, less fatal pieces.
"Fuuuuccckkk, aaaarrrggghhh, Jooooyccceee," screamed an orgasming Darla from Mom’s room.
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