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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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"It’s really bad, Prom’s in a week," I dropped my bag onto the library floor and took a seat.
My friends looked up, Will from a spot of last minute revision, Cordy from the latest issue of Cosmo and Xander from a comic book full of busty super-heroines in tight costumes. "It’ll be fine, Buffy," said Xander, "G-man’s on the case and he’ll find a way to stop the Mayor."
"Yes," piped up Willow cheerfully, "Now we know what the Ascension is, Giles has the whole Watcher’s Council nose deep in books, finding out all they can on the Olvikan demons; and they’ve got a lot of books and lots of very brainy noses… Well, not brainy noses, more like lots of Watchers with brains and noses. Anyway, they’ll find out everything we need to know about the Olvikan demon, down to its shoe size."
"Did someone mention shoes?" Cordy looked up from her magazine and glanced around, seeming surprised that we were talking demons and footwear together, "Shouldn’t you be thinking about how to kill the demon? Like normal geek weirdoes?"
"Apart from its fashion sense, he’ll also find out how to make it go kspew," said Xander trying to reassure her that Giles wasn’t really thinking about taking up a post as a shoe salesman.
"’specially how to make him go kspew," Willow patted my hand in a sisterly way, "So don’t worry Buffy; we’ll be able to stop the Mayor."
"Yeah, swell, I kinda know that. Anyway back to my problemo, Prom’s in a week and no-one’s asked me to be their date," I said.
"No-one?" Cordy raised an eyebrow, "I thought I saw Jonathan sidling up to you."
"Okay, no-one hot and single. Anyway I’m not sure Jonathan was asking me out or just putting random words in a sentence, whilst letting his tongue hang out," I replied.
"I’m sure there’s someone, they’re just biding their time," said Willow. It was okay for her, she had Cordy – even if her girlfriend was setting tough rules on what colour prom dresses my friend could wear, so they didn’t clash (or have Will outshine her on the dance floor, I guessed). Even Xander had got a date, managing somehow or other to score with one of the Cordettes. Aura, who was either impressed with his manliness or dating him as a favour to Cordelia.
I frowned, "They can stop biding and start asking. You don’t think that there’s something wrong with me?"
"Not at all," said Xander, "Everyone likes a girl who’s easy… um like easy to get on with… like you."
"Gee thanks Xander. I was more thinking that, y’know, being a Slayer might put some girls off?"
"No, of course not. It’d be really useful," said Willow. "Just imagine, you’re on the prom floor dancing and suddenly a pack of demon monkey’s rush in; wouldn’t it be totally useful to be cheek to cheek with the slayer at that time, rather than being ripped apart as your DJ clad date looks uselessly on?"
"Unless he’s being torn apart at the same time," said Cordelia cheerfully.
"That like really helps," I said dryly, "I’ll just advertise myself as bodyguard for poor and unknown for the night and see if that doesn’t put anybody off."
"Put anybody off what…" asked Giles, as he entered a library, briefcase in one hand and half-bitten apple in the other.
I wanted to discuss my love life with Giles slightly more than I wanted to have root canal work without anaesthetic. I shook my head, "Nothing… did you see Faith? How is she?"
Giles sat down, "I stopped at the hospital on the way here." He stopped and sighed and rubbed his glasses. "She’s still in the coma; it remains touch and go." I must have made some sort of sad face, cos he gave a little smile and said, "Luckily she’s a Slayer, otherwise she’d be much more go than touch."
I nodded, "She’s tough, she’ll pull through."
"Hmmppfff," snorted Will, who wasn’t in a forgiving mood, "Yeah, just in time for her to spend the next forty years in the Tower of London or whatever dungeon you sling rogue Slayers in."
"Um, well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves," Giles didn’t seem keen to discuss Slayer discipline in front of Willow, "We’ve got Prom coming up and we’ve got a problem."
"You couldn’t get a date either?" said Xander, "Ow," he added as my foot connected with his ankle.
His face fell, "I have to chaperone. Anyway that’s not the problem I meant; unless you’ve forgotten we have an Ascension happening the day after."
"It’s number two in my list of problems," I said.
"I’m not going to ask what’s number one," Giles said in a tone of resigned weariness.
"So what’s the Watcher’s bookathon told us? Anything good… or at least not massively bad," I asked.
"There’s been a bit of news on that front," said my Watcher. He took a bite of the apple, "It’s a shame we didn’t know he was changing into an Olvikan earlier, for one thing they have a terrible skin complexion and I’d have warned him there are less gassy demons he could change into."
"So you’re saying he’s turning into a farty demon with zits?" asked Xander, "Sounds like he’d fit in with the football team."
"I’m sure I dated him," said Cordelia, turning round to Willow, "Before you."
"Er…" said Xander.
"And you," added Cordelia hurriedly, as she remembered who’d she’d been dating when she started doing the biz with Will.
"Ignore them Giles," I said to him, "I’m guessing there’s more to this than the Mayor having a problem with his digestion."
"Well, if we found out before Monday we’d have been fine, but now he’s in the countdown to Ascension, he’s unkillable."
"So we have immortal demon who’s going to fart all round Sunnydale, this sounds bad," I said.
"There is a bright side," said Giles and took another chomp of his apple.
"Nose-plugs are half-price at Wallmart?"
"No. We have a small window on the day of the Ascension where if he’s around a Khol Crystal it’ll weaken him enough for us to kill him."
"And if we miss?"
"It’s goodbye Sunnydale," Giles took a decisive bite.
Beside us Willow was jumping up and down with excitement, her chair almost bouncing from side to side as she stretched her hand in the air so hard, she either knew the answer or had a desperate need to be excused for a pee. We all turned to look at her. She gave a beaming smile, "I know where to get the Crystal…oh". She stopped as Giles reached into his briefcase and pulled out a paper bag with the logo of our local wizards and warlock supplier on the front and tipped out a couple of small blue crystals. Willow continued in a much less enthusiastic voice, "I saw them on sale at the Magic Box. Two for one."
"I picked some up. We only need one, so I was planning to keep the other as a paperweight. I think it would look good on my shelf," said Giles admiring his purchases. Then his face straightened, "Unfortunately it need to be powered up the night before the Ascension."
"I’m guessing we can’t just plug it into the mains and let it glow?" I asked.
Giles shook his head, his skin slowly going a strange shade of red, "That’s not how Khol Crystals are energised. They require a very… um specific… er, type of ceremony."
Willow had got up from the table, walking over to one of the bookshelves and was quickly leafing through the pages of a guide to Crystology. She flicked quickly through the pages until she got to ‘K’ and her eyes swiftly scanned as she sped read the text, "Oh," she said, her eyes widening. "Oh," she repeated again. I looked at Giles who was going an even brighter shade of red and carefully avoiding any eye contact. I turned back to Will, she was smiling as she gave a final, "Oh" and closed the book.
"Consider me volunteered for charging duty and Cordelia as well," said Willow.
"Do I have to?" said Cordelia indignantly, "Dancing around and wiggling my arms chanting something in Latin doesn’t do anything for me."
"I think you’ll like this ceremony," grinned Willow and sat down. She looked at Giles and smiled broadly, "Giles…?"
"Um… well…" Giles removed his glasses and rubbed them so vigorously with his tie that the lens popped out. "Er… well you see the way Khol Crystals charge is through sexual energy…um to be more specific female sexual energy." Giles cleared his throat, "And only female energy; any men there will break the spell." He glanced at Xander, who was looking a dog who’d discovered a bone and just as he’d grabbed it in his mouth he’d taken a taken a swift kick to the testicles.
"So just to make it clear after Prom night the crystal is charged by a girl on girl ooooh arrrhhhhh?" I asked. Before he could answer I carried on, "And this is on a night I can’t get a date; congratulations God you’ve proved you don’t exist."
"It’s a bit more complex than that," said Mr Tomato Head, glowing so much that he looked like a space heater. "It’ll need more than just two um… ladies… er… going at it to um… charge the Crystal sufficiently."
"So how many?" Cordelia asked, her earlier lack of enthusiasm as much in the past as Stonehenge.
Giles paused and counted his fingers, stopped, recounted them, frowned and looked up, "A quick back of an envelope calculation suggests a lot."
"What six? Eight? A dozen?" I asked.
"More."
"Like the entire senior year?" Willow asked.
Giles nodded, "At least."
"So we have to have a mass lesbian orgy to power up the crystal," I said slowly as Giles nodded.
"Er, yes that’s about the long and short of it."
I looked at Willow, Willow looked at Cordy and Cordy grinned, "Okay, I’ll start arranging it." She looked at me, "Your place?"
"Let me just check with Mom…" I said, before looking heavenwards "Sorry God, I didn’t mean to doubt you."
"So what about me?" asked Xander, "Do I just sit and twiddle my… thumbs after prom?"
Giles shook his head "We can’t take down the Mayor and his minions on our own. We need an army and if the girls are going to be… er… charging the crystal we need to be preparing the senior boys for battle, training them with swords and stakes, ready to take on the Mayor."
"It sounds like a plan," I said, "We’ll need to start recruiting straight away if we’re to get a harem and an army ready for next week." I stood up as the bell went, "We’ll meet at lunchtime and work out the details. Now I’ve got Math and you know how I love my sums…"
The others gathered up their books and bags and followed me to the library exit. Just as we got there the swing doors opened and in walked the demon Anya. I stepped to one side to let her pass, she followed me, like a dancing partner. I stepped the other way and she followed me again. I paused, "After you," I said politely and gestured to her to pass.
"I want to speak to you," she said harshly.
I wondered what I’d done, apart from destroy her amulet and make her mortal again, "About?"
"The Prom," she said in a tone that suggested I’d have been mad if I’d been thinking she was going to ask about anything else.
"Yes, it’s a human dance which historically has left lots of girls in tears after being thrown over for their ex-bestie and in dire need of a vengeance demon. But this year not asked by the love of your life is way down the list of worrisome things," I said.
"Not for me. It’s my number one concern," she said.
"You are mortal," I replied. "There’s not really much you can do."
"You don’t understand. It’s Prom and I don’t have a date," said Anya with a look of anguish. She looked me up and down, "You’re vaguely passable and I know you put out. Will you go with me?"
"Um… sure why not," I said. I didn’t have a queue of hotties lining up to slip a corsage on my arm, though I wasn’t sure whether going with Anya wrecked my new found belief in God or confirmed it.
*
In the distance I could see Cordelia coming down the steps and stopping every couple to talk briefly to whichever girl was nearest. I began to walk towards her. A couple of cheerleaders were sitting on the wall nearby talking and I heard them talking. "There’s going to be some kick-ass girl only party tonight after prom." "I heard everyone’s going to be there; it’s like the Oscars of Orgies." "You know where it is?" "No, I’ve not been invited yet, it’s just a matter of time though, you can’t have an after-prom pornfest without cheerleaders." I stopped beside them as Cordelia approached and held up her hand to show she’d seen me, but didn’t want me in her shadow. The cheerleaders continued to talk, "I’ve heard they’ll be cameras there." "I heard there’s going to be pole-dancers."
"Hi, girls," Cordy sat down beside them, "Have you heard about Buffy’s lesbo gangbang party tonight? It’s really exclusive, she’s hardly inviting anyone, just enough for an orgy."
"We heard," sniffed one of the cheerleaders, "Not our type of thing."
"That’s a shame," said Cordy, "Cos she said I could bring a few friends as well, to up the cuteness factor even higher – though cos I’m there it’s already pretty high. But anyway I thought you might be interested… but if not…?"
"I think we could swing by," said one of the cheerleaders, "After prom?"
"Straight after," said Cordy, "Don’t bother bringing a bottle, drinks are there, as are toys and lots of naked hotties." She smiled and started to move away from them, "See you there."
She came over to me, "You want to have a party, Buffy, you’ve got the lay the groundwork before you send the invites, otherwise the only people you’d get our dweebs and dorks, no insult."
"So how it going?"
"Give me thirty minutes and you’ll have nearly every senior in Sunnydale thanking their stars they’ve got an invite to the orgy of the year. And those who don’t have invites will just gatecrash…" she grinned, "I’ve been working with your Mom; she’s going to get everything ready whilst we’re at prom. Everyone will be talking about it years from now… well assuming we don’t get splattered into goo by the Mayor."
I smiled, "If we do at least we have a final night."
Cordy nodded, then raised her hand and called out, "Harm wait there a second, you heard about the totally wigging party after Prom?" she shot across to brief her fellow Cordette on where Harmony would be after prom. I watched Cordelia slid into an expert sales-pitch, like she was selling time-shares in a Florida beachside condo, with the blonde bimbette trying to pretend she hadn’t been telling everyone who could hear that my parties were as fun as Snyder’s Math class. I turned away and almost bumped into Anya. My ex-demon prom date gave me an accusing stare, "I’ve been looking for you."
"I’ve been kinda busy prepping for the end of the world," I replied.
She went a sickly shade of pale, "You’re not cancelling on me? I’ve bought a new prom dress and booked a ride. I’ve even got us corsages."
"Don’t worry, I’m still going. You may have heard that I’ve got a little orgy afterwards to power up a mcguffin to smack the Mayor with? You’re invited."
Anya snorted, "I’ve seen these Ascensions, they’re not fun. For me, after Prom its adios Sunnydale."
"That’s reassuring," I said dryly, "Nothing like a vote of confidence."
"I’m just saying I think you’re going to die." Said Anya missing my sarcasm completely, "But as it won’t be until after prom I’ll pick you up about seven."
"That works for me…"
*
I admired myself in the mirror; though I can look at myself naked I’m not one of those vain chicks who love to stare at themselves all day; still I had to admit I looked gorgeous. The prom dress might have been long and cleavage wise it was semi-respectable rather than slutty, but it made me feel like the belle of the Prom, the lilac satin clinging round my waist making my figure hourglassy, before it swept down tightly round my legs down to my feet. I flicked a strand of hair behind my back, leaving my shoulder and neck exposed, my flawless skin on display. I smiled again, the deep red of my lipstick in stark contrast to my pearly white teeth; it looked almost vampiric if vampires had been as sexy as they were in the movies.
Mom stuck her head round the door, "Your date’s here." She paused and looked at me, "You’re looking beautiful Buffy."
"Missing what you’re not getting," I teased.
Before Mom could answer Darla came up behind her, sliding her arms round my Mom’s waist and resting her head on the shoulder, "Buffy your date is here."
I frowned, momentarily spoiling my perfectly sexy pose. I wasn’t sure quiet how my nemesis had moved in with my Mom, but she seemed to have become a fixture. I picked up my purse, "I’m just coming." I gave Darla a fake smile.
I glanced at the clock as I left my room. It was later than seven, the little hand almost a quarter of the way round; I quickly thought about a comment I’d say to her – something about vengeance demons being late. I was still thinking of it, when I reached the bottom of the stairs. And then any clever witticisms fled my mind and all I could say was ‘Wow’ as every thought apart from the stunninginess of Anya was thrust from mind. She was wearing a shorter dress than me; red and flowery with straps over the shoulder to hold it up, her hair was on the top of her head, piled into a style that must have taken her hours to do. But it was her expression which made me wet; normally she looked sourer than a crab apple, but standing in front room holding out a corsage she was smiling and sparkling, her eyes wandering over me with a look of appreciation.
"Wow" she said as she looked me up and down and I was sure I wouldn’t have to wait to my orgy to get some fucking tonight. She took a step forward, "I think this is traditional," she said and slipped a corsage over my wrist. For less than a second our fingers interlocked and I felt something like a surge of electricity flowing through me, ‘cpet it was more sexual and less hair frying.
"Have fun, Buffy," Mom called from the top of the stairs.
"And don’t be late," said Darla, like she was already my new Mommy, "Or else we’ll start charging the crystal without you."
I ignored the blonde ex-vamp tramp and slid my arm through Anya’s "Are you going to take me to the Ball?"
"It’s a Prom, not a Ball," said little Miss Literal, who obviously had never seen Cinderella in her life, which was prob lucky for the King, Prince and Cinder’s pop or else they’d be wearing their innards round their ears. She shrugged and added, "But yes, I’m taking you. I think it’s traditional to take a car."
She opened the door; I was expecting her to role up in a second hand car or perhaps have a taxi running on the meter, but sitting outside was a limo so long that it was sitting in front of my house and the neighbours. The peaked cap chauffeur opened the back door, tipping his hat as he did so, "There you are ladies."
I scrambled in, Anya following me. She must have seen my expression because she said, "If you’re immortal, savings accounts tend to add up."
"Is that champagne?" I asked, pointing at the bottle in the cooler.
"I’ve just hired the car, that should be enough to make you remove your panties I’m not paying for champagne as well," she said with a lack of romance and leant in. I mentally shrugged, it was one hell of a cool car and I could imagine the jealous stares as I clambered out of it at the prom.
However, I do have my pride and didn’t want Anya to think that I remove my panties just for a ride in the car – plus I wasn’t wearing any. I diverted her tongue and groping hands as the car started, "So what’s in the bottle?"
"Chilled water, it case it’s hot," said Anya, frowning with irritation. She sighed, "Would you like a glass?"
"Yes, please," I said. She unscrewed the bottle and poured some water into a champagne flute. I raised it to my lips and took a sip; she wasn’t kidding about it being chilled, it was so cold it was only one degree over freezing. I took another sip, swilling it round my mouth like I was savouring the taste. Anya tapped her fingers on her knees and looked out at the streets of Sunnydale flashing by. I took a third sip and then poured the remainder back into the ice-bucket. My honour was satisfied, I’d got a ride and a drink. I slid across the smooth leather seat so that I was pressing against Anya. Her head flicked round and her bored frown disappeared as I moved my thigh so that I was half-sitting on her. My mouth moved closer, "So I was just about to thank you."
My mouth pressed onto hers and her legs straightened out like she was being electrified; it was lucky there was plenty of leg room. My lips opened and I pushed my tongue into her. It got a little way in before her own one awoke, and when it did it fought back, pushing at my tongue, sliding and twisting round as it battled for dominance. She thrust me back, entering my mouth and pressing down on my tongue. I counter-counter-attacked, slamming my tongue up and over hers and probing her mouth like a tentacle in one of those Hentai movies Xander owns. We moved back and forth, our tongues fighting a war of attrition and one we were both happy to loose.
At the same time Anya’s hands were up my chest, squeezing at my pert titties through the satin, her fingers digging into my soft flesh and making my nipples stand straight. I moaned and moved my head, so that Anya could slurp and lick at my throat, leaving my flawless skin at the mercy of her white teeth; she bit and suckled and licked, moving my skin from smooth white to mottled red. "Oooohh, that’ right," I moaned, glad that there was a sheet of dark glass between our compartment and the driver. She worked harder, biting down at my throat and slurping the skin into her mouth and pressing her fingers so hard through the material of my dress, pressing into my soft flesh so hard that she almost popped one over the top of the dress. And then one did as Anya pulled the dress down and easing a tittie out. Her face moved from my throat and she gazed down at the bare boob like a wolf eyes a sheep. I giggled and pulled my dress further up my legs, it was so tight I couldn’t get it any further than my calves, but it was a hint and Anya took it. Her mouth slammed down on my naked tit, slurping and sucking at it, her lips pushing and probing at my teat even as her teeth bit into it. I moaned and arched, beneath me I could feel the purr of the engine, the vibrations shooting up me as I wiggled in excitement under Anya’s mouth.
"Ooooohh, oooohhh. Suck my boob, lick my tasty titty, oooohhhh," I moaned harder, the erogenous zone of the bosom sending little packets of pleasure to my brain.
My hands were out, rubbing and caressing Anya; down the material of her dress, stroking at her waist, feeling its curves under my hand and then lower, past the hem to her naked thighs and her sexy, warm flesh. My hands massaged and moved, stroking and sliding over her legs, down as far as I could move them. She sucked my hard nipple further in, making my titty stretch out, only to ping back as she let go. I moaned in pleasure and her mouth was back on it, sucking and lapping, her tongue moving in overdrive. I bent my back and brought my hands higher, sliding them under the dress. "Oooohhhh, you’re doing that good," I moaned and my hands shifted to the top of her thighs.
It didn’t surprise me that Anya wasn’t wearing panties, in my very extensive experience of Sunnydale’s cute female population underwear was very much an optional extra, less popular than sunglasses and more than head scarves. I carried on moving upwards, exploring her pussy with my hands and fingers; it was wet, the labia puffy and softly vibrating as my palm moved over them. Above them was a tiny trace of stubble, just enough for a frisson of friction, indicating where her lady razor had gone this morning. She bit down on my nipple again, I gave a squeak, "Oh yes, oh, oh. Suck it Anya, suck my tit."
I moved my hand down again, and extending a finger, entered the ex-demon with a vengeance. She straightened up, letting go off my tit and uttering a quick gasp as I pushed in. Her eyes flickered around and her mouth opened again, this time in a smile. I jabbed in and out, quick and fast, vigorously pounding at her slit, each thrust seeking her clit. "Buffy….aaarggghhh," she gasped in pleasure, telling me I’d found it. I moved harder, hammering my digit deep and dirty into her warm twat. She wrapped herself further round me, moving a leg further over mine and placing her hands on the back of my neck, dragging my head so that it was inches from hers. The hot breath, with a slight tang of not unpleasant peppermint, rolled over my face; it came in bursts like I was opening and closing an oven door. I prodded harder, hitting the clit with all my expertise. Anya’s head swept back and then forward again, "Fuck, faster, finger fuck my fuckhole."
A second finger joined the first as I spread her hole open, thrusting down and rubbing at the special spot. Her cunt, wet before, was soaking now, the juice coating my fingers in a warm glaze. Her eyes rolled round and I could feel her body jerking as I pounded, and it wasn’t the movement of the car; I became dimly aware we had stopped and through the blacked out windows I could see Sunnydale High, dressed up teens outside it. I moved faster, thrusting deep and hard, ramming the clit so hard it was twanging like it was guitar string. Anya was bucking and squealing, screaming, "Buffy… Buffy… yesssss, Buffy, finger-fuck me, deeper, oh shit, fuck me, fuck me." Her back bent again and she was so loud I was worried the windows would shatter as she came.
She dropped back breathing heavily as I pulled my fingers from her clit and licked the yummy juice. "We’re here," I said and adjusted my dress so that my titty was covered.
Anya nodded, "That would explain the boys in dinner jackets and the girls in dresses." She smoothed down the satin of her prom outfit and the two of us took it in turns to look in the mirror as we quickly moved hair away from foreheads and back in place. Anya touched the intercom, "The door, driver," she said imperiously.
He opened it, touching his cap politely. I nodded and thanked him; Anya ignored him, putting in her shoulder bag and then putting her arm through mine and more or less dragging me towards the entrance. Will and Cordelia were standing by the entrance, both looking stunning in their prom dresses, carefully chosen by Cordelia so they matched and didn’t clash. Willow smiled, "Your ride seem parked a long time."
"We were prettying ourselves up," I smiled back, knowing Will knew the real reason for our delay.
And if she didn’t Anya made sure she did, "No we weren’t. You were finger fucking me."
"I was," I said, "But we don’t often shout these things at the top of our voices. Oh hi Giles."
My watcher may have looked dashing in his black suit, bow-tie and white shirt, but he also looked as miserable as if someone had told him that scones and tea were being made illegal. "Buffy, Willow, Cordelia…" he gave a nod of sorrowful greeting to each of us in turn, pausing a long while as he looked at Anya and decided what the protocol for ex-demons was… "Anya."
"You’re looking like you’ve lost a dollar and found a nickel," said Willow, "There’s not a problem."
Giles looked at her, "Tomorrow we face the most powerful warlock in America; a fiend so powerful that I’m not sure that even a Slayer and the combined force of a hundred teens can stop him, and if we don’t California’s going to be turned into a wasteland so vile that even the maggots feasting on the dead will be sickened."
"Have you thought about going into motivational speaking?" asked Cordelia.
"Hmmmpft," snorted Giles, "Actually it’s not tomorrow I’m worried about, but for the next few hours I’ve got to make small talk with Mr Watson whilst Mrs Monroe moans about her bunions and Principal Snyder stalks about like a hobgoblin on acid."
"Well," I turned to the door, slipping my arm into Anya’s, "I’m going to dance and party and have a good time cos tomorrow I have no intention of dying."
Anya followed me asking loudly, "And we’re still going to fuck aren’t we?"
*
I gotta hand it to Anya – she might have spent one thousand years being a vengeance demon and shredding the any man she came across, but she could dance. At first she had been sulky, sitting at the table arms folded whilst I talked and danced with Xander and Willow. After a while I got sick of seeing Miss Miserable, so took her arm and forced her onto the floor. For the first few minutes she had barely moved, and only then to avoid the wild gyrations of Jonathan. As she was my Prom Date, and if she hadn’t sucked my tit I’d have been regretting it a lot more, I tried to dance with her, wiggling and spinning around her, thrusting my chest and resting my hands on her waist. Nothing worked. I gave a sigh, "Can you not make an effort. You’re my date and that means we’re supposed to dance."
"We are? I thought Prom was just a bonding ritual where we went off and screwed?" Anya’s face screwed up in perplexity at the complexity of the modern world.
"Dance first, sex after," I said, trying to make it as simple as possible.
It was like a switch had been flicked and Anya began to move in a way that could be best described as a Waltz if the floor was on fire. She soon settled, when I took hold off her waist, and danced her close. She nuzzled me a bit, and her hands slid down to my butt – y’know I was totally fine with that. However, as soon as I sat down to talk to Xander and Will, Anya would stomp and sulk, her face saying more than a thousand words and she’d start needling me to dance, playing with my hair and whining into my ear until I gave in and danced with her. Soon she was the most danced date in the whole of Sunnydale.
She was close to me, her hands wrapped round my waist, her shoulder resting my head, her mouth moving through my hair. She smelt good, like an expensive perfume. I gave a giggle as her hands squeezed at my butt. The song came to an end and I straightened up, surely Anya had danced enough and I could go and spend five minutes swapping gossip with Willow. Anya’s didn’t let go off my butt, though her head moved sideways and down so her lips were next to my ear, "I’ve danced enough."
"Me too," I said, nodding.
"So sex now?" she asked guilelessly.
I thought I had a one-track mind when it came to sex, but compared to Anya I was a blushing virgin, which for a Slayer who priding herself on her ability to get herself fucked in any situation, was blush-worthy in itself. I thought for all of half a second, during which I debated the merits of sitting with Willow talking about Xander’s windmill impression on the dance floor compared to stripping out of my dress and getting my holes sorted out. The warm itch in my pussy made up the mind for me. I smiled and slid my hand through hers, "Let’s go an fuck like bunnies."
"Are you try to put me off," said Anya tartly, "Here I am hot to trot and you start comparing us to those long toothed, floppy eared monsters…"
"Let’s just go and have sex," I said.
She frowned, muttered something about hating bunnies under her breath and then nodded. She strode over to the table where Willow and Cordy were watching Xander, failing to impress Aura, on the dance floor. Anya bent down and picked up her shoulder bag, loudly announcing to my friends, "I’m just taking Buffy into one of the classrooms to have sex."
"I’d have said sharing too much," said Willow, "unless you’re inviting us…" her eyebrows raised hopefully, but Anya was already hooking her arm through mine and dragging me away; she wasn’t in the mood to share. I didn’t mind, after Prom I was going to be shared by many, many more than girls than Will, Cordy and Anya – this was just an appetiser
The corridors were deserted, all the guys must have been thinking about the impending battle and gals about the upcoming orgy. I opened the door to one of the classrooms and walked in. Anya followed me, shutting the door. She jammed a chair under the handle so we wouldn’t be disturbed and turned towards me, "Are…" she stopped and stared. I wasn’t a time waster and was already half-way out of my dress. I smiled at her and continued to bring it down over my hips. She smiled back, "… you ready for fucking?"
"Always," I said. I put my dress carefully on one of the desks and slid off my shoes. Naked, I leant back, sitting my nude butt daintily on a surface where normally students would be scribbling desperate answers to test questions. I spread my legs and touched my pussy, rubbing the warm hole and making it even moister. "Aren’t you going to get naked?" I said teasingly, as Anya looked at me appreciatively, my finger sliding into my wet slit.
"I am doing," she said, though it took her a few moments to take her gaze of my nubile body and strip out of her own dress, she saved a few seconds at the end by dumping it on the floor. She looked good, with sexy hips, a slender stomach and bouncy tits. She turned, giving me a look at her wobbling, delectable butt cheeks as she walked. She bent over her bag and I could feel my stomach constrict as I looked at the buttocks tightening and firming. She stood up, holding a strap-on, "Just let me put this on and then I’m ready."
"Let me help," I said and skipped over to take the toy from her hands. I got to my knees in front of her, putting the toy in place with my hands and managing a few quick licks of her box as I did. Anya giggled and tittered as my tongue slid over her hole, tasting and teasing the cute cunt. I brought the toy up her thighs, letting the rubber dangle in front of me as my tongue moved over her slit and up, the thin trace of stubble scraping my tongue. I pulled the toy the rest of the way; it was one with an attachment at her end, designed to go into her cunt and play against as she fucked me. I tucked it in to her; Anya gave a small moan and quivered with pleasure. The dildo was standing straight out and I started to run my tongue along it as I tightened the leather straps round her thighs and ass.
"That’s in place," said Anya.
"MMnnnn," I agreed as my lips slid up and down the plastic phallus. It wasn’t as tasty as pussy, but there was something about sitting their with the dildo in my mouth, my eyes looking up to take in Anya’s curvaceous naked body, her swaying boobs and her lascivious expression which really turned me on. I bobbed, sucking and slurping at the plastic and wetting it in my spit. I took more of it in my mouth, taking it in so that the plastic went over my tongue and stabbed hard at my cheek. I pushed harder, gouging it deeper into the soft flesh inside my mouth, but pressing it back against Anya. The ex-demon shivered and squeaked as the toys nub rubbed in her, making her cunt wet and warm. I moved up and down, my blonde hair flopping across my forehead as my head hammered like I was listening to Marilyn Manson.
"Suck it, Buffy, suck my plastic prick," squeaked Anya. She was squeezing her own titties as she leant against the wall for support. I bobbed quicker, taking it deeper into my mouth and against the back of my throat, washing the plastic with my saliva. Anya’s eyes glazed and she moaned again, "Fuck," she moaned.
I let it go, and shuffled away, my spit dripped down from the fake cock like it was real cum. Anya took a deep breath as I smiled up at her, "For a lesbian you can sure suck dick."
"I’m a natural nympho," I said and stood up.
"So I see," replied Anya. Her hand moved to my mons and she began stroking it between her thumb and index. I giggled and she pressed harder, squeezing at my flesh and rubbing it. Her mouth closed on mine and I opened to receive her, letting her slowly push her tongue in and allowing it to control mine. She swivelled it round, gradually exploring my mouth, from the insides of my cheeks to the smooth roof and the root of my tongue. She let go off my mons and began to push the middle finger into my slit. I convulsed with pleasure, my heading jutting back, Anya’s lips closed under my chin and she kissed me hard, her tongue pushing out a she did. I moaned harder and she slapped her finger in deeper, probing as deep as she could manage.
"That’s it, that’s the place," I shuddered with joy as her nail scraped at my clit. She withdrew and for a second I thought she hadn’t heard me.
But she had, she just wasn’t listening… she pulled the finger out and licked my juice away with a teasing smile; "That’s nice. Very sweet, with a touch of spice… did you have pepperoni last night?" She grinned and moved her hand down again, she rubbed at the mons and I tensed with sexual frustration as she toyed with me, and not in good sense of toying.
"I want it," I said, "Stick your finger in my cunt and fuck it."
"Like this?" said Anya and pushed her finger in again. I stretched and arched as she jabbed it in and out, fast and hard, thrusting at my clit with her nail, making it scream in agony as the sharpened point dug in and quiver with excitement as the orgasmic pulses fought back against the pain; and were victorious. Anya slammed her finger in with vigour, ramming and racing over my clit. "Is that good?"
"Oh, God, yes, yes, that’s good, that’s right," I shook, my spine stretching and bending as my body raced between milliseconds of tense joy followed by equally swift moments of relaxed pleasure. I could feel the warmth of my pussy spreading through my body, an ecstatic heat. I put my hands round Anya, grasping at her butt so that I wouldn’t fall and screamed in orgasm, "fuck that’s right. Oh God, my cunt is so hot, you’re making it so hot and wet."
Anya kept her eyes fixed on mine, smiling slightly as she fingered me into orgasmic bliss. I tried to look back at her, but I was shaking and my vision was blurring. I closed my eyes, trying to clear them and in the darkness my pleasure increased. I bucked and screamed, almost falling over, as my pussy dribbled girl-juice. Anya thrust deeper and deeper, banging at my clit. It was heavenly. I cried out, "Aaarrghh, do it, do my pussy."
She pulled her finger out, but before I could complain the ex-demon’s hands were on my waist. She twisted me round, not too softly, and then shoved me forward so that I was over a desk. "I’m going to bang your ass," Anya said, as her hands went down to between my thighs, spreading them apart so that I slid until I was face down on the desk. I gripped the sides of it as Anya’s hands moved up again to squeeze at my cheeks and pry them apart. I could feel the tip being guided over my hole "I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll cum like candy."
The toy didn’t go in far. One of the perks of being a Slayer is that I heal quickly, and that includes my ass, so no matter how many anal fuckings I get – and I get a lot – it always remains tight. Anya gripped my waist harder, her fingers pressing so hard that the skin beneath went red then white. She levered herself out and thrust again, a little further this time, helped by me shoving out to meet her. Again she pulled out and slammed down, giving a grunt as she tried to force the toy deep within me. I gave a little moan of pleasure, it still wasn’t fully in, but the tip was now being followed by an inch of thick plastic, which was stretching my hole and making me wet with sexual excitement.
"Buffy, you’re so tight," said Anya and thrust again.
"I am, like an anal virgin being fucked for the very first time," I squealed in a sing-song voice; more of the toy had gone in, tickling and pleasuring the inner walls of my ass.
"So tight, I can feel it," Anya moaned, she quivered as she thrust as the strap-on’s attachment played havoc inside her own pussy.
"Me too," I grunted. Anya thrust again, more of the toy pressing down my hole, pushing aside my walls like security guards clearing the way through a crowd of adoring teeny-boppers for Britney Spears. I gripped the desk, squeezing at the plastic coating so hard that it fractured beneath my fingers. Anya was coming down again, the plastic phallus rubbing its ridges over my walls, burning and exciting me at the same time.
"Good Slayer, take my big toy," grunted Anya. She moved back, paused, and then came back down; up and down, up and down, again and again. And each thrust went a little deeper, the toy pushing in, pressing my walls back and scraping inside my flesh. I moved my hands from the table, relying on my fine balancing skills to keep me from sliding off, and put them on my cheeks, pulling them apart to help Anya slam harder. She grunted, "That’s right Buffy, let me fuck your ass," and moved her own grip to my shoulders to give herself better leverage. She thrust again, dragging herself forward as she did. I squealed as another quarter-inch of dildo went into my ass. Anya backed up, "You are so tight, so sexy."
She slammed again and again, moaning with pleasure with each thrust, until I could feel her thighs against my hands. I let go off my butt, grabbing the desk again, within moments I could feel the slap of Anya’s thighs against my cheeks. I gasped and groaned as I felt the full length of the toy in me, pushing through the cervix at my clit, massaging and tearing at my anal passage as it went and again as Anya drew back, stretching the walls open. I squealed as Anya drew back and thrust in, "Fuck me, harder, Anya, faster, harder."
"That’s it Buffy, take my dildo, take it all," shrieked Anya, her voice was high-pitched with pleasure as her toy stimulated her as it excited me.
"Yesss, yesss," I cried back. Anya was moving faster, as my ass became looser under her pounding, her thrusts more vigorous. I screamed and shuddered as the orgasmic pleasure raced through me. I was continually being rammed forward across the desk, my pert titties rubbing on the plastic coating and leaving it slick and shiny with my perspiration. More sweat was dribbling down my forehead, over my eyes, down my nose, over my lips and chin. Yet more was going down my back, curving along my spine, continually jumping as Anya hit my anal passage. And it wasn’t only sweat I was wet with, my cunt was soaking, awash with girl cum; it was coating my pussy lips and sliding out of my crack and down the mons. Anya gripped my shoulders harder, dragging herself so far forward the desk moved, "Yessss, yesssss!" I screamed loudly.
Anya’s thighs continued to crack against me, as she went in and out at speed. I could hear her pants of exertion as she opened my butt-up, interspersed with cries of joy as her own pussy orgasmed. Her grip was tight on my shoulders and her boobs kept bouncing against my back, like two heavy melons. I gripped the table harder, shaking as another orgasm hit me, welling up and exploding like a bomb. My screams were eardrum burstingly loud - if anyone had been patrolling the corridor they’d have been able to tell this room wasn’t empty. Anya carried on pounding, her own groans of pleasure loud and passionate, her dildo was pushing me through a series of orgasmic blips, not as powerful as the full bomb, but still enough to make me shiver with pleasure. The toy went in, cruising down my hole, to slam against my clit from behind the wall. I squealed and felt juice run from my pussy. Anya came down again, another hard blow against my spot. My body arched and stretched and I screamed as I came, the orgasm blasting through me and frying my brain.
Anya pulled out the toy, gasping and panting as she sat down on the teacher’s chair,. I straightened myself up, I was soaked and perspiring, too wet to get back into my dress – at least if I didn’t want unsightly damp stains spotting it like a leopard. I looked at Anya, lying back in the chair, she was sweating even more than me, coating the chair with a steamy damp glaze. The dildo was sitting upwards at right angles; unlike a man’s it didn’t go down after use. I smiled, "That was one hell of a fucking."
"You were good," said Anya, "Not as good as me, as I did all the work, but still good."
I didn’t argue, instead I got down to my knees, "We better go back to prom, but first…" I ran a tongue over the dildo, "Let me clean this up."
Anya gave an imperious nod, as if she had been expecting ass to mouth as her right. I ignored her attitude and continued licking, cos I wasn’t going to get redressed until I cooled down and I might as well use the time to suck down some dildo. I ran my tongue round again, its tip following the little grooves and ridges of the toy, licking away at any juice and debris in them. Anya gave a stretch and a titter, "Suck it properly Buffy."
I was tempted to make her say please, but this was Anya and I thought all that would happen would be a stand-off where she refused to be polite and I missed the chance to go all slutty with my mouth. I gave her a smile and sarcastically said, "At once Mistress." My lips opened and I moved down the toy, though, as I looked at Anya’s expression of contentment and relaxed enjoyment, I guessed my sarcasm was lost on her. I mentally shrugged and began to concentrate on giving the toy a good clean, forcing it deep against my cheek and pushing it hard against Anya’s pussy. She groaned in pleasure, as I took the cock hard against the side of my face.
"Oh God, Buffy, suck my plastic cock, suck it like a slut" Anya gasped, unaware of how close she had been from not getting the benefits of my mouth. I moved up and down, sucking and slurping, my head bobbing like a cork in a bath; my tongue continued to twist round the toy, cleaning it.
I carried on until I felt myself beginning to dry, at least on my skin, my pussy remained as wet as ever. I pulled my head up and grinned at her, "That looks nice and clean," I said, nodding towards the shiny toy.
"It’ll do, I suppose," said Anya gracelessly.
I gave a little scowl as I pulled my dress back on, adjusting it around my bosom so that it didn’t look like it had been ever off. Anya put the strap-on back in the bag and got dressed. She offered me her arm and I took it, as we walked back to the hall. It was slowly starting to empty as senior girls and senior boys gradually broke away and went their separate ways. Willow saw me and waved, nudging Cordelia, who was wearing a Prom Crown and bragging to Harmony and the rest of the Cordettes. The brunette briefly looked my way, pointed to the tiara, in case I’d missed it, and then carried on boasting to her cronies. Willow shrugged and walked over to me, "Cordy’s just saying how lucky she was to win Prom against such strong competition," she explained.
"Is she really? Or is she reminding the Cordettes that’s she the Queen Bee?" I asked.
"She may be doing that a bit as well," grinned Willow. She looked up at the clock, "We better get going, your Mom and Cordy have arranged some cabs to pick us all up, they’re outside."
"Okay, just a second," I turned to Anya, "If you want to carry on there’s an orgy at my place." I grinned.
Anya shook her head, "I told you I’m not sticking around. I’ve seen Ascension’s before, its death and destruction all round – except for the demon, he survives." She looked at her watch, "I’m out of here as I want to be as far away as possible in twelve hours."
"Okay, thanks for tonight. It was fun," I smiled.
Anya leant forward and kissed my cheek lightly, "I hope I’m wrong about the Ascension, I won’t be, but I hope I am."
It was the nicest thing she’d said all night.
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