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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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She was like a pale, bloodless, beautiful vamp lying in her hospital bed, with the only signs of life her soft breathing and pitter of a heart monitor next to her, the beeps slow, but reg. The covers were pulled up to just below her throat and her hands were out over it, crossed over her heart like she was either dead or scared someone was going to stake her. But even as I looked at her she seemed less like the evil undead, and more like Sleeping Beauty though Miss ‘I’m so tough I eat nails for breakfast’ wouldn’t thank me for saying it. Her brunette hair had been neatly done in pigtails by a nurse who’d obv never met Faith Lehane and the lippy they’d applied was a rosie red rather than dark deathy hues that she normally favoured – she’d would have died if she’d looked in a mirror.
A nurse looked through the door and saw it was me, she smiled – a beam that was both a friendly greeting and an open invitation if she hadn’t been fifty and fat, “Hi, Buffy, no change in your friend I’m afraid.”
I nodded. I wasn’t expecting there to be. When they’d brought Faith in, stabbed by a person unknown (though not to me) no-one could understand how she survived the night (apart from moi and my Watcher). Now, nearly three months later, with all her injuries healed in super fast fashion the docs couldn’t work out why she was still comaed. The Watchers Council, according Giles, were also waiting with impatience for her to wake up so that they could have a speakie with the bad rogue Slayer. And me… I had no idea why Faith was all Suspended Animation girl, but unlike the Medicos and the Watchers, I was kinda happy with her having a long snooze. I mean I kinda like her and I know the pressure that being the Slayer is so I wasn’t judging that she dived off the deep end. But given I’d knifed her in the guts, I was guessing when Faith woke up she wasn’t going to be singing, ‘J’adore Buffy’ in a husky French accent. Nope, I knew Faith and she wasn’t a girl who liked her revenge to be anything but piping hot.
I lent over and kissed her forehead, “Sleep well, Faith,” I said and didn’t add, ‘Give me a warning when you’re getting up’.
“Psycho freak,” snorted Willow, who was standing in the corner giving Faith the dagger eyes. I forgot to mention in all the list of people who had views on Faith, my redheaded friend was the one who was most down on her, which was understandable as Faith had been planning to slice her up as a sacrifice for the Mayor.
“You shouldn’t bear a grudge, Faith was off the rails, but it wasn’t her fault,” I explained patiently.
“Yes, it was all the fault of the Tooth Fairy or Santa,” said Willow, sarcastically. “Or is it the Easter Bunny?”
“It was the Mayor,” I said this a couple of times already over the summer, “He corrupted her when she was at a low place when we should have been looking out for her.”
“As you’ve told me a hundred times, Buff, and it’s not true. Don’t blame yourself, Faith wasn’t led astray she was just a bitch who broke bad. You had much more pressure and you’d didn’t try and resolve your Daddy issues with last season’s big bad.”
“Yeah, but…” I shrugged, we’d gone over it again and again during the vacation and there wasn’t much point in going over it yet again. I wasn’t saying that Faith should have been given a hall pass, but I wasn’t totally into ‘the stabbing her was cool’ club. I’d had to do it or let Will die; it wasn’t really a choice, just something I had to do and wished there’d been another way. I looked at my friend, “I just like to check that she’s, y’know, comfortable and not awake and causing havoc. You don’t have to come, I wouldn’t mind.”
“Hmmpf and miss the chance of seeing her with her hair and make-up done like she was Miss Moppet. If she does regain consciousness again I want you to promise me before you kick her ass back into the coma ward again we can show her snapshots of her looking like she’s auditioning to be in a Disney cartoon.”
“Yeah, I promise,” I smiled; Will had a point - my goth like Slayer bud did look so much like she was a brunette version of Goldilocks that it would send her into atomic meltdown if she ever saw how the nurses had done her up.
Willow grinned back, “Anyway I thought we were going to go together and see about see what campus societies we’re going to join. You really should consider UC Sunnydale Wicca society.”
“Sure, yeah,” I put on my most positive face. I wanted to join up to that bunch of frauds and freaks slightly less than I wanted Faith to wake-up with a Buffy grudge, but I’d kinda, in a weak moment, when getting DP’d by Will and Cordelia, agreed to take a look at the societies fair. On hearing I was going to Giles had given me a list of suitable groups I could join ranging from the Medieval Re-enactment Society, who put the eek into geek to the Latin Conversational Club who eeb into dweeb, luckily I’d left the list on my dressing table at home. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Willow didn’t notice the dryness in my tone, or if she did she ignored , as she just smiled and held out her arm for me to take, “Let’s head over; can you believe it – us, college girls.”
“College cuties,” I corrected her as we left the future Mrs Rosenberg in her coma and headed over to the Uni.
*
I gotta admit my first stop, Willow in tow, was the UC Sunny’s Lesbian Women’s Collective Society. As we stood in front of the stand a short, podgy girl with short hair, dungarees and what looked like a bull’s ring through her nose approached us, eyeing us like a punk rocker would eye someone who popped out of a fifties time machine. “So are you interested in lesbianism?”
It’s not how I’d have phrased it, but perhaps that how college seniors chatted up freshmen. “I’ve dabbled,” I replied.
“So what interests you about lesbianism?” she continued, “Its subversion of the traditional patriarchal hierarchy or its role in female collectivisation leading to socialism.”
“Oh the first,” replied Willow primly, “I believe it can overthrow the old-fashioned top-down male orientated family and replace it with a non-nuclear flexible grouping of individuals within a stable social organisation.
“Um, orgasms?” I said.
We didn’t join.
Instead we made our way to the Wicca society. It wasn’t the Lesbian Women’s Collective Society and they’d staffed their stand with easy on the eye cuties, even if many of them looked like their idea of nocturnal entertainment would be dancing round new age crystals whilst chanting something about Goddesses and Mother Nature. My eyes were drawn to a couple of them standing by their literature, a blonde with long wavy hair and her dark haired friend, with a wicked look and a sexy smile. I was about to step towards them when another girl staggered in my way. Mousy brown hair combined with a quirky, nervous grin suggested that despite her rack, which she almost hid under a grandmotherly cardigan, this was not a girl who got dates. “E…e…excuse me,” she stammered.
“I stopped, there was nothing else I could do; at least without ramming her over. Willow gave me a quick glance and I gave her the expression which my best friend new meant ‘run away, I’ll hold them off’, which I normally kept for when we were attacked by vamps, not ambushed by Miss Nerdville. Will gave me a pitying look and carried on to talk to someone on the stand. The mouse stood in front of me, almost shaking as she had to have a conversation, I could see a couple of other witches sniggering and guessed that she hadn’t jumped in front of me cos of my sparkling blue eyes, but cos she’d been pushed. I tried to step to one side, but with a quick glance at her ‘friend’s’ she followed me, “A…a… are you interested in b… bee…bee…being a witch?”
The girl was more flummoxed than a nun in a night-club; it would have been endearing if I couldn’t see a couple of other potential fresher wiccans moving on over to the two sexy witches I’d be eyeing up. “No…not really.” Sorry Will, I thought to myself, you’ll have to sit in the circle and inhale scented candles without me, now if I could get away from Miss Mouse I still had a few seconds to get over the my two targets before they were taken.
The mousy girl stepped with me, “A…are you sure? We do all sort of f…fun activities… we empower our elemental fee…female side.”
“No really, not interested,” I said. I took another step to the side and one forward, bypassing her and, if I thought about her at all, it was only to think that she’d be about the last girl in the world who I’d let bed me. I turned out to be wrong about Tara; later on she’d introduce me to some of the hardest BDSM and some of the greatest fuckings I ever had and I’d fall in love with her. But right now I just grimaced as I saw that she’d delayed me long enough that the two witches were no longer available. The dark haired one gave me a quick sorrowful shrug, as if she recognised the opportunity to screw the cutest blonde Slayer had slipped through her grasp, but she carried on talking to the fresher, explaining the benefits of joining the Sunnydale Witches Coven. As none of the benefits seemed to include butt-banging Buffy I moved over to Will who was just finishing signing up the form and handing over her ten dollar membership fee. “You finished?” I asked.
“Yes. You want to join as well? It’ll be fun; we can work on spells together,” Will gave one of her most enthusiastic grins.
I gave a quick glance at the mousy wicca, who exhausted by her conversation with me was trying to sink into the background and hide behind the nearest pillar; then at the blonde witch and her friend. They were laughing and joking with a couple of potential members, flirting as well, lightly touching the freshers' arms in ways both suggestive and seductive. I turned back to Will; “I’ll pass. Don’t think that they’re my type of girls.”
“Buffy,” grinned Willow, taking my arm in hers and leading me out of the hall and towards our shared room, “I know exactly what type of girls you like… total lesbo sluts”
“Yeah?” I raised my eyebrows. “Don’t you like them too?”
“I never said I didn’t,” smiled my bestie, “And speaking of total lesbo sluts could you do me a favour tonight?”
“What?”
“After you’ve done your patrol tonight could you not hurry back. I want to spend some quality time with Cordelia,” Willow smiled and, holding her hand out palm down, gently raised and lowered it, just in case I was naive to think that their plans involved poetry reading and flower arranging.
“Sure,” I said. Cordy was soon going to be heading to LA to try and fulfil her dream of being a lesbian porn star. Willow was trying to get in as much action with her gfriend as she could so that as Cordy was getting jiggling with big busted blondes she’d remember there was a hot redhead back in Sunnydale who was as much fun. And with natural titties that were nice and lickable as a bonus. I was hoping that they’d invite me to a going away threeway before the brunette got the Greyhound, but it didn’t look like it would be tonight. “I might check out the local non-undead night life round campus.”
*
There was so little vamp activity round campus that Xander and me expanded our patrol to cover Sunnydale proper; there was a little more action there, a couple of demons prowling round the museum parking lot – but they were hardly a challenge to a Slayer. It was still before midnight, hardly enough time for Willow to get naked, never mind all hot and sweaty with Cord – being a good friend I had to give her more time. I turned to Xander, “You want to do another lap of the cemeteries? See what’s kickin’?”
He shrugged, “ I would, but…”
“Don’t tell me you’ve got a hot date,” I grinned.
He smiled back in that Xanderish way, “I wish, Buffster. No, I’ve got to get on site by eight tomorrow; it’s not like school when you could breeze in whenever you want and then could take some zees at your desk.”
“Yeah, work’s a drag,” I said, like I knew; I didn’t have any lectures until eleven tomorrow and even if they’d been earlier as a Slayer I could get by on half the sleep of a normal person. I shrugged, “You better go then.” I probably could have persuaded him to stay, but then he’d have slept in and got fired, and I’d have felt pretty bad just cos I wanted some company.
“I’ll do extra patrolling with you over the weekend,” he said apologetically.
“Hey, just go,” I smiled to show I was cool with it. I waited until he’d got on the bus, just to be sure and then turned back down the street. Whatever I said about patrolling the cemeteries I was sure they’d be empty, there’d been no vamp killings which were due to rise tonight and Giles in his briefing had been quiet sure there were no mystical unions due. I checked them anyway – nothing. I looked at my watch – it was still pm. I might as well have a quick check round campus again, and then hope it was late enough that Willow and Cordy would have done their thang and be tucked up asleep in bed.
There were still a few people around on campus – always a bad sign if you want some action; vamps are like misery – they don’t like company. I set off down some random path, one which led past a small wood on the corner of campus – they’re might be a demon hanging round one of the less high frequented bits of the ground. I wandered down it keeping an eye out for action; it arrived, but not in a demony form.
I paused at the junction to the path, deciding whether to loop round and head round the back of the woods or take the left fork which would lead me back towards the dorms. I glanced up the left fork and saw two figures walking down it.
“Hey, didn’t we see you earlier?” one of them said and I saw it was the brunette wicca, her blonde friend was beside her
I gave a quick thanks to the guy upstairs, who seemed to be trying to proove his existence, “I was with my friend at the Wicca society, she was signing up. Buffy Summers…” I introduced myself.
“I remember,” said the dark haired cutie, “You got blocked by Tara – our resident geek virgin.”
“Don’t be… she alright, a little shy,” the blonde said to her friend before turning to me, “I’m Cassie Blake, this is my friend Faye Chamberlain.” Faye gave me a grin and small upright of her hand.
“So what are you doing out?” I asked.
The two of them looked at each other and smiled, “We’re witches,” said Faye, “We’ve been out dancing naked and calling on the power of the Earth Mother to grant us eternal life.”
“Er…good?”
“She’s just joking,” laughed Cassie, “She’s an evil sense of humour. There’s no such thing as magic. We’ve just been at one of the bars for the evening, chilling. So what about you? Why are you out?”
“Um, just walking, taking some air, seeing the sites, y’know just hanging really,” I said.
“Should be careful, according to local legend Sunnydale is built on a site of mystic energy – the Hellmouth,” said Faye with a smile that suggested she didn’t believe it for a second.
“So why are you in the wicca society if you don’t believe in magic?” I asked.
“For the laughs and the hang-out; its kinda cool being with a bunch of open minded girls who’s interests are more wide ranging than boys, clothes and what’s top of the billboard charts,” said Cassie.
“Tell her the truth,” her friend laughed, “We’re in it for the chicks.”
“That as well,” smiled Cassie.
“So you interested in signing up?” Faye smiled and took a step towards me, gesturing to a bench half-hidden near the trees. “We could sit down and go over the benefits of signing up.”
I was pretty sure Will had signed up cos she thought they did magic, but I was sure she wouldn’t be complaining about the bonuses the wiccan’s were offering. I certainly wasn’t. “Sure,” I said letting them take my hands and lead me over to the bench. They put their bags down at each end as I shrugged off my backpack and put it between my feet, before sitting down between them. “I’m up for being convinced.”
Faye sat down on the bench momentarily before her friend and so got the first go at convincing me. My open mouth closed on hers and our lips twisted round each other like we were both trying to swallow the other’s mouth. I could feel her tongue probing at me and I returned the favour, sliding my tongue into her waiting orifice, exploring round the opening and trying to get it as deep down her throat as I could. My hands were working as well, massaging her sides and between her thighs, my palm sliding up and down her leather pants, up the inside of her legs and stopping at the top to fondle at the covered mons. She wasn’t imitating a statue either, pressing her legs together to squeeze my hand in place, shivering and shaking in excitement as I rubbed her and tongued her in my passion. Her hands moved up my thighs, massaging them as she moved up the legs to my waist.
“Me as well,” giggled Cassie. Her hands were on my titties, squeezing them through the black sleeveless top I was wearing. I removed my mouth from Faye to transfer it to Cassie, clamping down hard on her lips and letting my tongue free with the same delicious delight as with her friend. Cassie continued to squeeze at my tits, gripping them hard and pressing her fingers into them, working my pert pair so that nipples were erect and sticking out at my top like two little rocks. All the time Faye was continuing with her hands, stroking me as her mouth, liberated from mine, had moved to the skin between my neck and shoulders, kissing, licking, sucking at the flesh. Her hands moved up and I let her remove my jacket. Cassie pulled her head back from mine, licking a trace of saliva from her lips, “That’s good,” she giggled as she shrugged off her own jacket.
“It’s like magic,” I said and began to kiss Faye again. If the brunette had been pissed I’d move to her friend she hid it well, her tongue battering back at mine with a passionate vigour. Our lips moved up and down, our mouths munching in a sensual union. I continued to stroke between her legs with one hand, whilst moving the other to press at Cassie’s pussy, sliding underneath her white dress to touch the wet panties below.
“Oh Buffy, that’s the place,” she said and squeezed my titties harder, before moving her mouth to nibble and lick at my ear lobe. Taking that as encouragement I pushed aside the thin material and started to rub at the skin beneath. She gave a small start as my middle finger slid over her labia, but didn’t make any attempt to tell me that I was going to far or fast. I began to rub harder, pressing the tip of my finger into the soft flesh around her twat. She giggled and squeezed at my tits, dragging my top up as she did so that my stomach was bare. Faye’s hands continued up my waist, threatening to take the top even further.
“You can remove it,” I said and lifted my hands over my head. Cassie and Faye worked in practised partnership to lift the top over my head, leaving my titties free.
“Those look nice,” smiled Faye and began to kiss the tittie nearest to her, taking the hard nipple between her teeth and teasing it gently. I gave a groan of appreciation as my pert boobs were suckled, before moving back to give Cassie my attention. Our open mouths collided, tongues swinging and we began to make out passionately again. My finger slid into her and her tongue began to flicker faster and harder, ramming into my mouth as my digit pressed deep into her cunt.
The three of us kissed and licked and fingered, our slurps and grunts sounding loudly in the quiet campus corner. It felt good to be entwined with a couple of sexy hotties; it had been a quiet summer since I blew up my second High School. Sure Will and Cordy had thrown me a few fucks and I’d had a couple of quick make-outs with pick-ups from the Bronze, but I really needed a good work-out to get myself relaxed and ready for whatever demons and monster UC Sunnydale was gonna toss at me this year. I broke my mouth from Cassie and slid my finger out, she looked disappointed, but not as much as Faye did when I disengaged her from boob. It didn’t last long, as I grinned and said, “Much as I enjoy getting naked and having fun, doing it on the path is a bit public. Let’s go a bit further into the woods.”
“Good idea,” grinned Faye, picking up her bag. I grabbed my things as well, stuffing my jacket and top into my backpack and checking I hadn’t dropped anything. It was all there, throwing axes, machette, stakes. Plus a couple of strap-ons – just in. I slid my hand into the paws of the two wiccans and let them lead me into the wood, like Gretel with two wicked, but hot, stepmothers.
We didn’t go far; first, the wood wasn’t big enough, second, in Sunnydale its not smart to go too into the dark forests and, third and most importantly, I was as horny as only a sex-starved Slayer can be and wasn’t in a mood for a walk. I slipped my hands out of theirs and turned to Faye, my mouth again closing on hers. I reached up and slid off her jacket, helping her out of it and pressing my naked titties against her dark top. Even with her bra on I could feel the hardness of her titties as I rubbed my body against her, embracing her close. My hands went up under her blouse to snap away her bra and pull it away. I dropped it to the ground. And turned to Cassie.
The blonde was standing in a shaft of moonlight, illuminating her fair hair and white dress. She had undone the brown belt and was undoing the front buttons. “Let me,” I said and helped slide it from her shoulders and drop it down on the floor. Her titties were held in by her bra and I moved close, slipping my arms round her back, searching for the clip. It would have been easier to find if a topless Faye hadn’t been standing beside me tempting me back in with her tongue. I kissed her back with a passion as I finally managed to unclip Cassie’s bra. My mouth moved back to the blondes and I kissed her deep and hard as our naked boobs ran together, the nipples brushing against the other’s erect teats. But barely had my tongue slid into her mouth than Faye was gently but firmly taking me by the chin and guiding me back to her lips. I slipped in against, my lithe tongue sliding into her receptive open mouth. Then I was back with Cassie, responding to her subtle encouragements with my own passionate tonguing.
For the next minutes I switched between the wiccans, our tongues slipping and slithering over each other with enthusiasm and our mouths moving in wordless patterns, the slurps and sighs are only sounds. I was undoing Faye’s leather pants unbuttoning and sliding them down over her round, sexy butt. Someone -Faye? Cassie? both? - was undoing my own pants, clicking apart the buttons and pulling them down as far as they could. I reached to them and pulled them down the rest of the way, kicking of my sneakers as I did so that I was just wearing my thong and socks; and then just my socks. Faye moved back from our circle, her pants way down her thighs, I could see the moonlight glinting of her teeth as she smiled and began to take them off.
I turned to give Cassie my full attention, kissing her body as I slid downwards until I was crouching at her waist, my fingers under the elastic of her panties pulling them down.
“Ooohhh, yessss,” moaned the blonde as my tongue, exercised by the kissing, started on its next task. She was wet already as I pushed apart her lips and began to lap at her. Gently at first, then increasingly quicker, my tongue exploring her hole. I could feel the leaves and twigs crackling beneath my feet, as I gripped her ass cheeks and pulled her forward into me. She gasped in pleasure, rocking back and forth, as I showed her that there was such a thing as magic, my tongue quickly locating her spot and giving it the Buffy treatment. She tasted so good, sweet and sexy, with just a touch of a sensual spice. “Ohhhh, Buffy, yessss, ohhhh.”
It seemed Faye wasn’t a girl who liked to be left out, cos even as I was cleaning her friend’s pussy hole the dark haired witch was crouching behind me, her tongue licking over my neck, her lips coming down after it to kiss and suck at the flesh. I licked Cassie harder, spurred on by Faye’s attentions. “Ooooohhh,” moaned the blonde so loudly that an owl fled from its perch, “Oh yesss, Buffy, lick me harder.” Faye heard her friend’s pleas and moved to encourage me, one of her hands cupping one of my firm teen titties and stroking the nub between her fingers. The other slid between my legs to my wet slit. My tongue went into overdrive as one of Faye’s fingers began to tickle at my twat, teasing it with a tip of a digit as she stroked at the soft, damp flesh. “Ooooohhhh Buffy, oooooohhh,” cried Cassie, her body quivering as I lapped at her. I gripped her ass cheeks harder, keeping her upright and levering my face deep into her tasty teen fuckhole. “Oooohhhh, Buffy, ohhhhhh!”
“Eat her Buffy, eat her twat, taste those juices,” Faye murmured into my ear. I could feel her hot breath down the side of my face as she breathed heavily “Lick her hard, stick your tongue down the wet cunt, drink in her tasty, lovely cum,” the brunette panted in excitement. Her nipples were hard against my back, I could feel them pressing against me as she held me close. Mine were as well, like rocks as the dark haired wiccan’s fingers moved from one titty to the other, caressing and stroking and tweaking my erect teats. But it was her other hand that I was enjoying the most, the finger entering my pussy and going up, gliding over the smooth wet floor off my cunt, making the walls quiver as it pushed them aside, pressing at my clit and making it vibrate with ecstatic excitement. Faye’s breaths were coming in short sobs, like it was her that was cumming, “Lap her wet cunt, eat it out, slurp it dry.”
“Oooohhh, fuck, oooooh,” Cassie was gasping and groaning as my tongue hammered home. Her cries got louder and more high-pitched as I drove her faster and harder, “Aaaarrrghh, urrrrghhh, aaarrgggghh.” I could feel her body’s warmth, a deep flush of orgasmic heat. She was quivering and shaking as it hit her. “Aaaaaarrrghhh, aaaargggghhh, fuuuccck! Aaaarrrrghh!” her cries were louder and louder and louder, fit to wake the undead.
“Whoah,” I pulled my head back from the licked out blonde and ran my tongue round my lips to savour every drop of her juice.
“Fuck,” gasped Cassie and leant against a tree, “That was… you do this professionally? it was that good.”
“Just an enthusiastic amateur,” I smiled.
“Me next,” said Faye in a voice husky with lust.
“In a moment,” I said seductively, before standing up and going over to my backpack. I quickly got out what I wanted, a pair of strap-ons. I hung them both over a branch next to Cassie. I didn’t say a word, just winking at the blonde, before turning back to Faye. From the smile on both their faces I think they got the idea though. Faye had found some moss to lie down on, brushing away the twigs and leaves covering so that she had a comfy bed. Her legs were open, the wet cunt juice glistening under the moon. I grinned, “That pussy looks good enough to eat.”
“Why don’t you then?” replied Faye. I got down on my hands and knees and prowled towards her, like a lion stalking a very choice looking gazelle. It looked so succulent and tasty, freshly shaved so that there was only a thin strip of carefully trimmed dark hair above the slit, her fingers spreading it so that I could see the pink inside. I brought my face down, my mouth opening and my tongue stretching out. Her cunt tasted as good as it looked, her sexy juice fizzing and popping against my tongue as I went into her. Faye gasped and lifted her pelvis up, thrusting her sweet twat further into my face, “Uuurrhhh, eat me Buffy, lick my twat.”
I was pleased to oblige, ramming my tongue down her hole and swivelling it round and round, lapping up her juice and drinking it down, tasting the flavour of the sweet liquid as it soaked into my tongue. Down and deep I went, thrusting my tongue forward and pressing my mouth at her fuckhole, I could feel her body vibrating, shivering at my lips as I explored and probed. Faye was gasping and squealing, “Fuck, Buffy, oh shit, tongue fuck me good.” My tongue flickered hard and fast, brushing over her walls until I heard her squeak in pleasure as it hit a small hard lump of flesh. I concentrated on the spot, pounding at the bud with my tongue, trying to suck it in my mouth and massage it with my lips. She shuddered, her back raising and falling, her body quivering like we were in an earthquake, “Oh my… fuck the… Goddess, shit, fuck… that’s the place… aaaaaarggghhh... That’s the place…”
I could feel the coolness of the night air on my back and the heat of her sexy cunt on my face. Beneath me there was the debris of the wood, twigs stabbing me, brittle leaves scratching at me, little pebbles driving into my knees. Above my slurps and her cries there sounds of the night; owls, and crickets and a slight wind shaking through the branches above, making the leaves rustle as if the trees were watching down on me. And then there was another sound behind me, footsteps… the step of someone petite and not wearing shoes. I felt Cassie hands on my waist as she got behind me, massaging the skin, warming it with her palms. I carried on with Faye, driving the brunette to orgasmic nirvana. Cassie had obviously taken my hint as I could feel the tip of a plastic toy pressing at my pussy lips, ready to go in.
“If you don’t want me to fuck you, tell me now,” said Cassie. I carried on eating Faye’s clit.
My head lifted seconds later, “Aaarrhhh,” I squeaked in pleasurable surprise as Cassie didn’t just enter me, but slammed in like she was an expert, ramming the dildo deep down my teen cunt. “Ooooohh,” I gasped as she pulled back, the ribs stimulating my insides, sending orgasmic waves crashing up my breach. “Aaaarrghhh,” I barely time to get my previous grunt out of the way before I was squealing again as Cassie slammed back in, deeper and faster, the hard thrust taking the toy deep into my wet cunt. “Ooooooohhhh,” I gave another moan as the retreating dildo vibrated over my tender tunnel walls.
“Eat me, eat me,” shrieked Faye below. I knew that I had to finish her quick before my own pleasure got so intense that I’d have to howl at the moon, something I couldn’t do with my mouth full. My head slammed down again, my tongue slamming down into her hole and seeking her spot again. It only took me seconds to reconnect with it, slurping and slamming the clit so that it was like it was a boxing ball being bashed by Muhammad Ali. The dark haired wiccan screamed and twisted as I hammered into her. I knew how she felt, her friend was doing a number of my cunt, slamming the dildo deep and making me rock back and forth. It felt so good to be being ploughed from behind as I munched sweet slit. The vibrations from my pussy pounding went through me and down into Faye, like I was an electrical conductor. She was screaming in pleasure, gripping her titties as she thrust her cunt up at my face, “Aaaaarrrghh, aaaaarggghh, eat me, eat my cunt.”
“You’re so tight,” grunted Cassie as she thrust deep into me.
I didn’t reply, continuing to give my attention to Faye’s wet front hole, licking and slurping at it, tasting her wetness, pleasuring her clit. My own cunt was in pleasure overdrive, humming like a well oiled machine – though one which was leaking cum out over my labia lips. Cassie drove down hard and I repackaged the pleasure and transferred it to Faye. My tongue swished through her wetness, slapping at her spot harder and harder. Faye was shrieking, screaming in ecstacy as she came, “Aaaaaarrrghhh, yesssss, aaaaarrrggghhh!”
I carried on hammering at her as her body shook and her cunt rose up, grounding at my mouth. Her back arched and she screamed one more time, “Aaaaaarrrggghhh, fuuuccckkk!” She was a gusher, her cum squirting out like she a human hose. The juice blasted into me and as I jerked away, my mouth full, she continued to spray like a fountain, soaking my face and hair.
“Fuck, Buffy, that was something,” she gasped and crawled backwards.
I wasn’t listening, as soon as I drank down the cum I had my own squeals to make, “AAAArrrghhh, fuck me, fuck me harder, fill my tight little pussy with your big rubber dick,” I shrieked out. I shook my head and all the little droplets of Faye’s juice flew away, intermixed with beads of sweat that were starting to form despite the coolness of the forest’s night air. Cassie gripped me harder and thrust deeper, ramming the dildo all the way in so that her naked thighs were banging against me. I screamed again, “More, more, fuck me. I want you to fuck my slut cunt until I cum.”
“Mnnnn yes,” groaned Cassie back, panting with exertion as she gave me her all, “I want to bang this tight little hole all night long.”
I reacted to her poundings, crashing back meet her and enthusiastically shooting forward as she hammered into me. My body rocked and rolled, orgasms flooding through me. More sweat dropped from my forehead, spattering the leaves beneath. I know longer felt their scratches, or the nips of the twigs at my knees or the pebbles digging into my palm. All I could feel was the rubber dildo in my cunt and the way it was slamming at my clit and the trail of pleasure it was leaving in its wake, “Oh, oh, yes, oh God, give it me good, bang my cute college cunt,” I gasped.
Cassie said something, but it was loss in her pants of exertion; without slayer stamina she was near the end of her strength; whilst I could go on all night long. Luckily Faye was recovered, I could see she was buckling up the second strap-on and raring to go. She gave a grin, “Let me take over when you’re finished Cass.”
Cassie nodded and grunted, speeding up to finish me off. I had other ideas about Faye replacing Cassie, though before I could say anything I had to cum… loudly, “Aaaaarrghhh, aaaaarrrghhh,” I shrieked, feeling the orgasm rush through me, blasting my brain and making my insides zing and zang like they were being melted.
“I’m done,” gasped Cassie, pulling the dildo out of my soaking cunt.
I ran a hand through my sweat soaked hair and turning round to face her as I sat up on my knees, “I’m not, “ I smiled. “You’re turn to lie down and let me ride that dildo.”
Cassie’s eyes widened in surprise at how horny I still was and that I still hadn’t finished with her. “Okay,” she said with a little trepidation, “but what about Faye?”
I ignored her for a moment, pushing her back onto the ground and pushing away a branch that threatened to get in the way of our energetic couplings. I got on my haunches and over the toy and slowly lowered myself down. It felt as good hitting my pussy from that angle as it had from when Cassie had been slapping it from behind; I gave a moan and slowly worked myself up and down, getting reused to the toy and working myself into a gentle rhythm. Behind me Faye stood, her face a mixture of lust at watching my naked body moving up and down her friend’s dildo and jealousy that it wasn’t her. I turned my head and looked at her, smiling enticingly, “Aren’t you coming to join us? I thought you wanted to fuck me.” As I spoke I slid my hands behind me to my butt and pulled at the cheeks, exposing the tiny hole between.
She looked down, her expression changing and I smiled brightly at her dawning comprehension. “Do you mean…?” she asked.
“That I want you to fuck my ass? That’s totally what I mean.”
“Whilst you’re still having Cassie?” she said and from her look I guessed she now believed in magic.
“Yes,” I giggled, “Together. Trust me I can take it. You in?”
“Damn right I’m in,” said Faye.
I slid myself all the way down Cassie’s toy, impaling myself on the rubber dong. It stretched my pussy pleasurably, though I knew that it was nothing to what it would feel like when Faye’s dick joined it. I lent forward so that I was lying face down on Cassie, our mouths so close I could feel her warm breath on my lips, and our tits were nestled against each other, rubbing and bouncing with every slight twitch of our bodies. I placed my hands on my ass cheeks and slowly pulled them apart, “Come and fuck my ass, Faye,” I instructed.
The brunette wiccan was behind me and raring to go. She climbed over Cassie and me, one hand sliding under my stomach gripping me and using my midriff as handle to hold to. With the other she began to slowly push the toy in. I grunted with pleasure as I felt its tip slowly pushing in. but it was slow - had been a slow summer, I hadn’t had a cock up my butt since Willow and Cordy had thrown me a DP bone a week ago and I was tight. “You want me to suck it first, give it some lube?” I asked, aware that if not it’d take forever for Faye to get the full length into me.
“If you want,” she sounded relieved and I guessed for all her and Cassie being members of the women of wicca club for the chicks I was the first who’d invited sharing of ass and pussy.
I sat up, still keeping the cock buried deep in my pussy as Faye came in front of me, standing over her friend so that Cassie got a great view of my mouth moving forward and engorging the prick. My lips went round it, forming a perfect O round the dong as I slid up and down. I’m a good cock sucker, if I say so myself (and lots of other people have said it as well, so it ain’t false modesty) and I slurped the toy deep and hard, covering it with my saliva and spit, oiling it like I wanted it to shine. Faye gave little giggles of excitement, “Wow Buffy, suck my dildo, suck it like you sucked my clit. Make it nice and wet.”
Cassie was getting involved as well, she recovered her strength enough to start to gently fuck upwards, slipping the toy in and out of my cunt, riding it over my clit. As she did so she was reaching up and fondling and massaging my tits and sides. Her hands came up my waist and all over my boobies, squeezing and playing with the pert pair, before coming back down to rest on my waist and hold me as she continued to push up. “Oh yeah, this is good, you’re cunt is still so tight and wet and sexy. You’re so fuckable.”
My head came down the dildo again, taking it so deep I had to resist gagging and my eyes watered with the effort. My saliva covered the toy, dripping from it as I brought my head back, the slick toy shining in the moonlight. I wiped my mouth and smiled at Faye, “Now fuck my ass.”
I resumed lying down on Cassie, enjoying her gentle pushes into me, and spread my ass. I giggled with pleasure as the tip of Faye’s dildo pressed at the entrance. This time she carried on pushing, opening my ass hole and forcing the toy down. I raised myself, feeling the slurp of the toy in my cunt, moving to meet Faye. She paused, drew back and came in again, “Oh yes,” I moaned, “Give it me good.”
“I will,” said Faye and came down a little deeper into me.
As Faye was coming down Cassie was coming up, gradually getting faster and more vigorous, thrusting the dildo deeper and harder as her energy returned. Her hands were gripping my waist now, using me as a lever as she pounded up. My tits, unhanded, were bouncing and jiggling, like two wobbling jellies on a plate. Up and down Cassie moved, her dildo hitting my spot making me wet with lust. She squeezed me harder and rammed up, timing it just as Faye came down. I gasped and moaned, rocking between them, guiding the three of us into a rhythmic dance, so that we were thrusting and retreating, slamming and pulling back in unison.
“Ohhhh, fuck, ooooohhh,” I moaned as they sandwiched me. Cassie had easily got the dildo all the way in, each of her thrusts drilling as deep into me as the toy would go. Even lubed with my spit it had taken Faye longer, but now she was following her friend’s example, ramming the toy its full ten inches down my anal passageway, only stopping as her naked body smacked into mine. My ass was stretched, the walls wide open to accommodate the thick toy; its bulbous head pushing aside the resistance and then forcing it aside again as Faye pulled back. I gasped with pleasure, falling forward so that my hands were leaning on the ground. My tits were bouncing over Cassie’s again, our two pairs pressing together as she rose to greet me, her dildo pounding deep. I squealed, “Ooooohh, uuuurrrhhh, give it meeeee!”
The orgasms popped and fizzed inside me, like a million tiny explosions, never stopping or pausing, just getting more and more powerful, shredding at me. “Aaaaarrrghh,” I screamed, “Aaaaarrrghhh.”
They carried on, grunting and panting with effort as they filled my holes with plastic dick. I could feel the two toys stretching me apart, pounding together as they met in the middle, doubling my orgasmic pleasure, sending me upwards to a blissful heavenly paradise of pleasure. My hands gripped the ground, squeezing moss and leaves and grass between my palm and fingertips, as I shrieked again, “Ohhh my fuuuccckkk… don’t stop, don’t stop, bang me good!”
The two dildos rammed at me, their owners gasping and groaning, their bodies slippery with sweat, warm with passion, shivering with ecstasy. Harder and deeper they pounded, giving me their all, ramming so far into my holes it was like I was being sawn in half, but orgasming as I was cut. I was shaking and quivering, my back arching and twisting, my hair flying and whipping, perspiration dripping down me, my cunt as wet as the sea. The pleasure was intense, explosive, like I was being destroyed from within, “Aaaaarrrrghhh, aaaaargggghhh, aaaaaarrrghhh!” I screamed in orgasm.
Faye pulled out, panting, so exhausted she could hardly talk. She dropped onto the moss covered floor beside me, sated and sweaty. I continued to ride Cassie; it wasn’t as good as having two dicks in me, but it was better than none. She gasped and groaned, grunted and thrust, ramming the toy into me. And I carried on pressing down, pushing it back against her pussy, making her wet and pleasured as the haft pressed down on her. “Yes, Buffy, yessss!” she gasped bucking once more, “Aaaarrrrrghhhh!”
She sank back down and I climbed off her, my pussy was aching and dripping, my ass sore and open. But both holes felt as spoilt and happy as Paris Hilton on her birthday. It was still dark so I moved between the two naked wicca’s and lay there, letting them cuddle into me, gently kissing and caressing as we cooled down.
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I must have drifted for a few minutes, as it was well past dawn when I opened my eyes again. They were still asleep, lying on the wood floor. I sat up and reached for my clothes; now the night had passed they would be safe from Sunnydale’s demonic predators. Once I was dressed I gave them each a tip with my toe to wake them – they might not want to be lying asleep naked in the woods once the morning dog walkers and early morning staff began to amble by.
I left them dressing and went back to the room I shared with Will. Even though she and Cordy could go a long time I was pretty confident that they’d be asleep and all tucked in; still I wanted to make sure and gave a little knock – not enough to wake them, but loud enough to warn if they were in flagrante delicto.
“Who is it?” it took a moment for me to recognise the man’s voice as Giles.
“It’s me,” I stepped into the room, my heart pittering with fear. I breathed a sigh of relief on seeing that Willow was alright, sitting fully clothed next to the desk. On the bed, legs drawn up under her chin and looking bored was an equally dressed Cordelia. Xander, still wearing the same as last night was beside the window, with Giles the final part of our foursome, in a suit as always. I guessed I hadn’t interrupted an orgy. Giles looked at me his face a mix of seriousness and relief, “Where have you been?”
Telling Giles I’d been out fucking was like telling my Dad I was banging everything that moved, “Um, took an extra long patrol, better safe than sorry where evil’s concerned.”
“Did you see anything?” Giles asked.
A couple of cute wiccan’s titties, ass and pussy was not the answer he was looking for I guessed. “Me and Xander bumped a couple of demons near the museum, no biggie though.”
“Xander mentioned it,” Giles said, “Nothing else? No-one else?”
“Couple of people out late from clubbing, no supernatural ghouls or ghosties,” I replied, “So what’s the emergency?”
“The bitch is out,” said Willow.
“Faith’s escaped?” I looked at Giles and he nodded.
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Guest starring: Cassie Blake and Faye Chamberlain from The Secret Circle.
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