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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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"What’s the matter?" asked Will as I stopped dead and did my best impression of a fish that’s just be slapped round the gills. She turned to look into the room that we were passing; if I was Freda the Fish Willow turned into Goggled Eyed Gertie, her eyes went so wide.
For the last couple of weeks the full resources of the Watchers Council had been dedicated to finding the missing rogue Slayer, Faith Lehane. Millions of dollars had been spent on high-tech spy satellites, low-tech magic, informers, spies, celebrity gossips. Favours had been called in, evil cults infiltrated, corrupt cops bribed - all to search for her. They’d found nada, zip, zilch and so the call had gone out had gone the Bounty Hunters – a collection of scum and villainy that would have scared Darth Vader; people and creatures so evil and warped that even Quentin Travers had wondered whether they should be employed. Not that he need have worried cos none of them had found a trace of Faith. It was like the girl had gone to another dimension – or at least it would have been if the Council hadn’t been checkin’ them as well, using their magical mojo to seek Faith across the planes.
It made me think that for all the effort they’d put in the Council wouldn’t have found a rabbit in a Bugs Bunny cartoon, as in terms of hiding Faith wasn’t doing a great job. Being truthful, given that she was totally naked and getting fucked four ways (and I mean literally four ways – two strap-ons in her ass, one in her cunt and going sucky sucky on the fourth), she was really exposed. It put me in a difficult position, perhaps not as difficult as Faith’s, say what you like about her being an evil, psychotic bitch, she was flexible. Sure, I could go in and interrupt her little orgy, and give her a beat down before delivering her to Giles, bound and gagged like an early Christmas present. But there was too many cheerleaders and other cuties clustered watching Faith getting banged – at best there be injuries in the crowd as me and Faith battled royale, at worst they’d all think I was a party-poopin’ killjoy and my social life would be deader than Faith’s demonic mentor.
Will put her hand on my arm, "That’s Faith. She’s here. She’s getting banged. By four cheerleaders." I nodded, with observation skills like that Will could be heading up the Watcher’s Council in no time. My friend paused and then added, "If we tell Giles could we mention we were in the library?"
"Yeah, you think I shouldn’t mention the cheerleaders?"
Willow turned her head sideways as if that would make Faith’s acrobatics look less impressive, "I think he might wonder why they were all having sex with her in the history section."
"We could say it was biology?" I replied. "Have you any plan beyond telling Giles we were late night studying."
My friend looked at me, "Umm, I kinda thought that was your job, I’m just the tech support."
"Yeah, I got one on the tip," I lied desperately thinking about how I was going to get a naked Faith all the way from this room to Giles with the minimum of bloodshed.
My thoughts were interrupted by a series of shrieks, "Aaaaaarrghh, aaaaaargghh, aaaarrrgghhhh…" Faith was a total screamer when she came and with four dildos – well three cos she was no longer sucking one – she was cumming like she was Apollo 11. Amid whoops and cries the cheerleaders disengaged from her, sweating and red from their workout. Faith almost immediately staggered off the bed, and picking up a towel, began to wipe away the perspiration and girl cum she was soaked in. She looked up, directly at me, "Hey B, Red how you doin?"
This wasn’t what I’d expected, but if she didn’t want to go all ultra-violent I’d play along with that "Y’know… kinda alright… y’know considering and all that. You?"
"Been worse… least I ain’t bed-bound, that’s a drag," she smiled. The crowd started to thin as Faith reached for a pair of jeans and pulled them on, "And I gotta say the hot and sweaty round Sunnydale always good." She reached for her T-shirt and pulled it on, "I kinda like that way of being on my back better than listening to beep-beeps all through my dreams."
She turned round and bent down looking for her boots, finding one she put it on and then got down and started fishing for the other under the bed. I turned to Will and murmured to her "Go get Giles, I’ll try and talk Faith to the main cemetery – we’ll take her there."
"I’ll bring stun guns and mallets," replied Will, perhaps a little vindictively – she bears a grudge.
She quickly scampered off, whilst Faith stood up – triumphantly holding the missing footwear aloft before putting it on. I said "You fancy a talk and walk, we could hit one of the old patrol routes."
"Yeah, why not B – chance to get all nostalgic," she looked round and then satisfied that no-one but us was left in the room added, "Any vamps around?"
"It’s Sunnydale," I said with a shrug.
"Cool," said Faith.
"Can I just go to my room and change –hotpants, good for attracting sexy cheerleaders, bad for high-kicking bads," I said; that was part the reason, the other was to give Will time to get to Giles and for him to arrange a welcome party.
Faith nodded, "Hey, I can’t say I’m complaining about them, but you want to shimmy out of them be my guest."
"You can watch," I said, I didn’t want Faith getting bored and deciding she wanted to play hide and seek again.
"Certainly ain’t complaining," the brunette grinned, following me across campus to my room like a puppy dog on heat. As we walked I updated her that Cordy had gone to LA, Giles seemed to being some old ex of his and Xander was still Xander and then I may have briefly mentioned how Mom had hooked up with Darla, who put the evil into stepmother.
I just finished as we arrived at my room. Faith shrugged as I unlocked door, "Your Mom could do worse – Darla’s kinda okay, bad upbringing makes you make mistakes. I’d give her a chance."
I turned on the light and walked over to my wardrobe, "Um, Earth calling Faith… Darla, ex-vampire, banging my Mom… I go home and there’s an toothy evil thing cooing at my Mom as I eat my cornflakes – kinda vomit inducing." She shrugged and didn’t reply. I snorted and pull a pair of leather pants from my wardrobe, I’d never have put Faith down as having a soft spot for squeaky voiced vamps.
I turned round to her, she was leaning against the door frame a small smile on her face. "So I get to look?"
"Yeah, why not?" I grinned, but all the while wondering what to do if Faith decided that my cunt was enough to make her go all porno on me. A Slayer’s natural sexual position is a bottom – sure it can be a tough, smart, take-no prisoners bottom, but as the Sexuality of Slayers book Willow had liberated from Giles collection so charmingly put it: ‘Slayers who make moves towards a more dominant role in a sexual partnership (sometimes colloquially known as 'topping') - is a sign that a Slayer is showing rogue tendencies.’ And as Faith had teamed up with last season’s big bad, almost sacrificed Will and not called back after giving me multiple orgasms I wasn’t going to say it was wrong.
I decided to take the risk; better to keep her interested than not and I was sure seein’ a little cunt would make her uncontrollable – and if it did it would be an orgasmed out B who delivered a bound and tied Faith to Giles. Her smile got wider as I undid the button on the teeny-tiny shorts, pausing and stretching so that my top rode up uncovering my belly and making my tits press at the material, so it seemed they were about to burst out. Seeing that she didn’t spring forward like a panther on heat I continued unzipping them, letting out a glimpse of my pussy between the flaps, before giving her a full-on looky-look as I slid my thumbs into the belt loops and peeled them down. Faith’s smile got wider, "Nice B, very nice."
"You think," I brushed my slits lips with my finger; if she was gonna ravish me like I was a cheap hooker it was now. Disappointingly she just remained smirking against the doorway. I gave a small snort and picked up my pants, "Let me put these on and I’m ready." I dragged them up a lot less seductively than hotpants had been gone down.
Faith grinned, "Okay, blondie, you ready to rumble."
I nodded and slipped a stake into my jacket’s inside pocket, "Yep." I wasn’t sure whether to offer Faith one, but she didn’t ask.
We headed out the door and down the corridor like we were two amigos. Outside I turned onto the path ready to walk to the campus entrance and then to catch a bus to near the cemetery, Faith paused standing on the steps. She briefly glanced up at the night sky, the stars blanked out by the pollution from the lights nearby. "Giles gonna be there B?"
I tensed, ready for the fight I was sure was coming, it wasn’t surprising Faith hadn’t fallen for my lets reminisce shtick – I wouldn’t have gone for it myself. The brunette didn’t move, just moving her gaze from the sky to me, "I guess he is. That’s who Will’s gone to get."
It was no good denying it, "That’s right, Faith."
"He won’t come alone, girlfriend," Faith grinned. Then her voice grew wistful "They’ll be plenty from the Council there – all for me."
"Come quietly then," I said. "Don’t make it harder on yourself."
"And if I don’t, twinkie," her expression grew harder, her voice less lost, almost arrogant . Then she smiled and I saw her eyes were sad, "Don’t worry, blondie, I ain’t going to go all Ma Barker. I’ll come quietly… on one condition."
"What’s that?"
"Say a good word for me at my trial," her smile was as sad as her eyes. I nodded, trying to look cheerful and upbeat – but I didn’t think the Council was one for trials and if they did it would be more Salem than Supreme Court.
*
"Well done Buffy," Giles looked like he was about to give me a slap on the back and then thought better of it. Instead he adjusted his tie and gave his glasses an extra polish on it, "That was a good job. I can’t believe she gave in so easily." He looked over to Faith who was standing still while several Watchers roughly put on more handcuffs than even Houdini would have been able to escape from.
I frowned, it seemed vindictive somehow, it hadn’t been any of them she’d threatened, why should they be able to treat her like she was just a dangerous animal. I fought back the urge to go smack-down on them and looked at Giles, "She was lost."
This time it was Giles turn to frown, "You alright, Buffy, you seem a little perturbed."
I shrugged, not wanting to say that I kinda felt sorry for the brunette; other decisions, a bad Mom, shitty friends, a corrupt watcher – it could have been me in her place. I guess Giles knew me too well, or else he followed my glance and didn’t like what he saw as he turned abruptly to the men manhandling Faith, "Careful, you don’t need to put the cuffs on so tight. She’s not a lump of plastic."
"So what are they going to do to her?" I tried to keep my tone easy, but I couldn’t manage it.
Giles looked at me with concern, "I won’t lie to you Buffy. She’s dangerous, they’ll need to keep her under lock and key stop her harming anyone."
"Does she get a trial? Or is she just dropped into a deep dark cell and forgotten," I didn’t even try to disguise how I felt this time, the Council treated vamps better than they were Faith – at least they put them out of their misery. "She gave herself up, shouldn’t they take that into account?"
"She also tried to ally with the Mayor and destroy Sunnydale in case you forgot," Giles snapped back.
I shrugged, "My memory is fine, I remember stabbing her as well to save Will – and I do it again – but let’s not pretend that she didn’t get there cos the council sent Mrs Evil to be her watcher; and that when Faith was hurtin’ none of us noticed. She wouldn’t have gone off the rails if we’d been on them."
Giles gave a smile and touched my shoulder with what was, I guessed, supposed to be comfort, "Don’t blame yourself, Buffy. Hindsight is a wonderful thing."
I wasn’t blaming myself, okay I was, but not just myself I was blaming Giles for not seeing that Mrs Post was a bad. And Willow for getting herself caught and nearly stabbed, the Mayor for corrupting Faith and the Council, specially the Council, for being so smug and arrogant and treating Faith like she was Michael Myers a Slayer who needed their help. I scowled at Giles and said nothing, letting my expression do the talking.
It must have said a lot, cos Giles read it right. He gave me a nod to show he understood, "I was thinking I might leave you alone for a couple of days and go with Faith. You’re right Buffy, she does need our support and perhaps I can convince the Council to do the right thing." He didn’t sound like he thought there was much chance of the latter, but it still cheered me up that he was gonna try with Faith, most wouldn’t have.
"Thanks."
He nodded and looked into the cemetery, beyond the gates. There was nothing moving, any smart vamps giving it a miss with half the Slayers Council outside with a couple of Slayers – even if one of them was cuffed. He turned back to me and went all Yodaish, "I know you’re still angry, Buffy, but you need to get it out of your system or else…" he looked towards Faith who was standing uncomplainingly as a Watcher attached manacles to her ankles… "anger leads to the dark side."
"I get the point Obi-wan," I said, watching the allusion shoot over his head like a rocket.
"Who’s Obi-wan… never mind I’m not sure this is the time for a lesson on obscure pop culture references," he said, "Perhaps an extra patrol tonight to clear your head? Or an extra session at the gym?"
I nodded, "I get the gist. I’ll think of something." I had bottled my anger, but I could feel it in my stomach, bubbling away, waiting for the chance to escape. And I wasn’t sure that slaying vamps or being a good little Slayer was the way to get rid of it – at least in terms of energy release they didn’t beat a good old fashioned butt-reaming. I thought about picking up some barroom hottie, but I wasn’t in the mood for small talk or any courtly dance; there was Willow, of course, but I didn’t want my friend to think I was just using her for sex. There was another, in LA, though – she could fuck like she was on steroids and had as about as much interest in pre-screwing conversation as a Trappist Monk. And whilst I thought Giles was exaggerating the Sithness of anger, if I did go all bad I’d actually feel kind good about giving her the beat-down. I turned to Giles, "I’m going to go then. Keep us in touch with Faith."
*
Luckily there were still late night trains running from Sunnydale to LA. However it was way past midnight before I got in and near another hour to get a cab and talk the doorman into letting me in, a mission accomplished by placing a series of ten dollar bills into his hand until I was almost out. I stepped from the elevator and walked down the corridor to the apartment I was going too. The block wasn’t cheap and it showed, the walls and floor were as spic and span as the cleaners could keep them, with pots plants freshly watered and walls which were papered, not painted. I paused for a second, remembering the other times I’d been here and suddenly wondering what I do if no-one was in; she might still be working or out at some screwing the donors at some charity event or sacrificing infants for her career. I shrugged I was here, I might as well knock – if she was in, she’d be up, a lot of her clients were night ‘people’.
For a few moments there was silence and then I could hear the sound of the spy-hole cover being pushed back and I could see an eye looking through it, magnified to gigantic proportions by the glass. I held open my jacket for a moment to show the only weaponry I had was a stake. I’d used the time in train’s toilet to slip out of my T-shirt so that beneath the jacket I was topless – I hoped it would be an incentive to open the door. But in case it wasn’t, "You’re human, you know the rules, I can’t harm you."
The door opened, "What happens if you’re rogue?" Lilah Morgan asked. She was wearing a see through silk robe, which draped from her arms like a net, and beneath it a pair of pyjamas that were even more translucent, the only bits with any substance covering her pussy and nipples. In her hand she was holding a half-empty tumbler of whisky, but her eyes were sober and as cool as her smile. Even half-undressed and relaxing she had the look of a statue from ancient Greece; and the soul of the same. "Or been turned into a vampire?"
I stepped into her apartment without invitation, "See – still breathing." I grinned, "Don’t tell me you’re disappointed?"
"My senior colleagues were rather displeased that you blew up one of our more important clients," said Lilah evenly. Then she shrugged and stepped back, "But once he became an immortal demon I think he would have dispensed with us, laws are an irritation for humans, they’re not even an inconvenience when you’re a powerful Olvikan. And if you’ve turned rogue… even if you kill me I think the Partners would be so happy to have a Slayer on their side that my demise would only be as long as it took them to resurrect me." I thought her smile was less confident than her words and she took a drink from the tumbler, "So are you rogue?"
"No."
"That’s a shame," she resumed her assured cool smile, now she knew I wasn’t here to kill her and put down the empty glass. "So why are you here?"
"Guess," I said and opened my jacket again; in the bigness stakes my titties aren’t up there on the podium, but they make up for that by being perky and firm, like two squeezable stress relievers.
Lilah looked down at them hungrily and I could see her calculating her next move, whether to bop me on the head and sell my body parts on the demon black market or feast on my boobies in more mutually fulfilling way. I wasn’t worried, I knew she get to the right answer, she may be evil but put her in a room with Will and it’d be a battle to see who was smarter. Anyway, from experience she knew that hanging me upside down and trying to bleed me wasn’t gonna to be a winning success. Still, just to tease me she took her time about deciding, "Medical mammary exam?"
"Yeah, totally," I said slipping my jacket all the way off "You a doctor?"
"No, I’m a lawyer, did I not mention that?" Lilah quirked her head slightly to side, checking out my titties from a different angle. There weren’t any marks on them I was sure of that. I pushed them out a little, twisting my waist - if Lilah was gonna give them the once over I was gonna give them a wiggle. Her eyebrows raised and she straightened again, "If I was forced to sign in my blood on the line – and let’s be fair as a Wolfram and Hart attorney I normally use someone else’s - I’d say you’re here for sex."
"Yep, you’ve got it," I shrugged off my jacket, letting it fall to the floor and stepped towards Lilah.
She put out a hand to stop me, laying it on my titty and resisting the urge to squeeze, "I didn’t realise we were friends."
I almost laughed, "We’re not."
"So you want me as a fuck foe?" Lilah said, "Or is there another reason? Some magical one?"
This time I did laugh, "You think this is some sort of spell? That Willow’s using me screwing you to get you under our control? Or perhaps I’m supposed to take away a snatch of your cum and put it in a magical potion?"
Lilah blushed, which was unusual, normally she was as pale and cold as wicked Queen in Narnia and twice as deadly. "So why are you here then?"
"I had a bad day. I had to betray Faith to the council; and what’s worse she didn’t mind."
"So now you feel dirty and used, and I think you getting banged by me, someone even more despicable and hated than the Council will make it feel okay?" she said.
It was my turn to blush, put like that the plan had as many holes in it as a cheese, "Yeah, kinda like that."
"It won’t work," said Lilah, "Take it from me no-holds bar casual sex doesn’t help salve a dirty conscience. For that you need money and power…"
"So you won’t fuck?"
"Oh no, of course I’ll fuck you. I was just saying it won’t help you a bit," Lilah smiled.
I’d come too far to back away now, and Lilah hasn’t got the greatest rep for telling the truth so I gave a shrug, "I’ll give it a try."
"Okay," Lilah said, she reached down to the top of my leather pants, her hands sliding over my thighs and round my butt, "you’ll need to take these off."
"That’s part two of my plan," I said my hands reaching down to undo the buttons. At the same time I was kicking off my boots so that I could peel the tight pants down as seductively and smoothly as I was able.
My pussy was bare and the warm leather rubbing against it had left my cunt pink and aflame with lust. Lilah looked down, licking her lips as she read the words tattooed above it, as she’d read them before. I couldn’t complain – she ‘d paid for it. Her lips mouthed the words; ‘Respect the Pussy’. She lifted her head so that she was gazing at my face, "How horny are you?"
"You know me, I’m always horny."
"So I thought," she said with just a hint of a drawl, "Let me take the edge of it." she pushed me against the wall, pressing her body against me and moved her hand down to my cunt. The sound that came out of my mouth was somewhere between a titter and a moan as she began to stroke at my wet lips and placed her other on one of my tits, squeezing and gripping the pert mound. "Don’t talk Buffy, you’re not an intelligent conversationalist." Normally I’d have been irritated at her condescending tone, actually I still was, but I was feeling forgiving as her tongue could enter my mouth. Lilah may come over as cold as a Polar Bear and less friendly, but once she warms up, and she warms up fast, she as good a kisser as I’ve banged – specially when her fingers are touching my little bud and wiggling it playfully.
I shuddered, my naked ass pressing on wall, my back arching and pushing so that I could feel the scrape of the ridges in the expensive wallpaper. My tongue flickered against Lilah’s twisting and twirling round as like two wet snakes fighting for dominance in a hole. Her eyes were open and looking into mine, trying to outstare me, to force my tongue back by will alone and claim my mouth for her own. I knew she knew that I would give in and let her take control, just not yet; so I pushed and probed back slamming my mouth forward and pushing her head back as I grasped her ass and squeezed it.
"Naughty Buffy," Lilah’s mouth came away from mine and curled in a evil smile.
"That’s me, teen runaway, Slayer betrayer, all-round bad girl," I said rubbing my body at hers and quivering as her finger slid down between my lips and into my pussy hole, "I’m the bitch, now finger my snatch."
Lilah frowned for a second, then her mouth pressed on mine. I opened to receive her tongue and this time I didn’t fight back, letting her mouth control mine, enveloping my lips and pressing me back at the wall. Her finger started to work in and out of my hole as she dominated my mouth, slamming down the tight passage and working its way over my G-spot. I gasped air into her as I shuddered, the pleasure filling my pussy and making it wet. "Ooooohhh," I grunted as Lilah lifted her mouth and hit down harder, adding a second finger to the first. "Ooohhhhh!"
"Yes, you are a little bitch, a horny little bitch, who needs it bad, you want me to give it you?" Lilah’s mouth was so close to my ear that though the sound was little over that of a murmur I could hear it perfectly, even above my own pants. She came even closer, so that I could feel the warmth of her breath over my lobes, "You want it Buffy?" she continued to pound the finger into me. I arched and groaned as she carried on, "You want absolution? You want it to be alright?"
I did, but we both knew that even if she could give that to me she wouldn’t. She could give me something else, though. I twisted my head so that I was staring at her, our eyes locked and our noses almost skinning each other, "Fuck me, fuck me good, fist me Lilah, fist my dirty hot twat."
Lilah smiled as cruelly as a cat at a cornered mouse, "You want me to ruin your cunt? Hammer my fist so hard into it that you scream and break?" I gritted my teeth and nodded, I wanted her to make me cum. Her smile was wider and for a second, in my imagination, there was even a trace of warmth in it, but her words hardly suggested a case of fuzzies, "You want me to pound it so I tear you? To make you cry and squeal like a broken down whore? You want me to stuff my fist so far up your fuckhole you scream, Buffy? You want all that?"
"Oooohhh," I closed my eyes and groaned as her thumb pressed at the top of my pussy, squeezing down and making my body tremble. "Ooooohhh!" I opened my eyes, gasping in pleasure as I regained my focus on Lilah’s pale face, her expression that of a evil, sadistic, but beautiful goddess. I nodded, "Yes, I want it."
"Beg," said Lilah, pressing her fingers deeper, "Beg."
"Please…please… fist me, ram my pussy open, please…" I quivered in ecstasy as Lilah’s fingers ploughed in and then gave a groan as she brought them out of my sopping cunt.
"More," she said, "Tell me how much you need it."
Three fingers pushed into me, sliding deep down my cunt, making me cry out in pleasure and crash head my against the wall. I tried to keep my balance, closing my eyes and letting my face contort as her fingers slid down. The tips pushed on my G-spot – an ecstatic feeling rushed up me; if this was what it was like with three how would it be with four and a thumb?
I moaned, "Yesss, oooohh, fist me Lilah, fist my pussy. I don’t want you to respect it I want you to punch it hard. Please… please hammer it until I scream, wreck my cunt, please do it."
Out came her fingers, sloppy with my cum, the juice dripping off them as Lilah lifted her hand to her mouth and licked them clean. I shivered with anticipation, my breath coming in fits and starts as I waited for her to come back down and slam her hand deep into my wet pussy. I’d forgotten that Lilah is pure evil. She smiled, "I didn’t get the impression you really want it."
I scowled, knowing Lilah was playing with me, but not sure what the game was. I soon found out, as she continued, "Perhaps if you do something for me first I’ll change my mind."
"What?" I asked deciding I was going to draw the line if she wanted me to assassinate the President; though I was so horny I’d have considered the veep.
Luckily Lilah didn’t want me to kill anyone yet. Instead she turned and walked towards the bedroom, beckoning me to follow her. Like an obedient puppy I trotted after. As she walked in the door she shrugged off the robe; it had been so see-through I wasn’t being shown much that I wasn’t before, which isn’t to say what I was seeing wasn’t making me hot. She turned to me, "I’ve got a new toy and you’re just in time to play with it."
"It’s not a My Little Pony, cos truth tell I’m a bit old for them, and you’re older still," Lilah still wasn’t in the Buffy good books, not with my pussy still aching for a stuffing and that stuffing having been snatched like a kitchen knife from a toddler.
"I think it’s a toy that you’ll enjoy more… and if you don’t I will," Lilah eyed my naked body up and down for a moment before walking over to her cupboard where she kept her sex toys. She didn’t take long to find what she was looking for, turning round with what looked like a strap-on, but with smaller straps and a ball on the opposite the dildo. I must have looked quizzy cos Lilah turned it over in her hands and said, "It’s my new toy, a ball gag and dildo combined. In goes the gag and I don’t have to listen to your valley speak as I ride you."
"So you don’t want to hear me beg for you to really fuck my cunt with your fist?" I asked.
Lilah smiled and unclipped the straps, placing them round the back of my head and sliding the ball into my mouth. "Oh I think you’ve begged enough. Let’s see how you work my pussy and then I’ll decide whether that sweet little slit gets opened like it’s a cheap hookers." She clipped the straps together and pulled, jerking my head back and forcing the ball into my mouth so that I any sounds I’d make would be more muffled than speaking through treacle. She grinned and gave it another tug, making my jaw gape achingly "Tight enough," she said, "Now lie on the bed so I can ride you."
I did as I was told, lying on my back and waiting. I could see Lilah stripping out of her PJs, first the top, showing her magnificent titties and then the bottoms, exposing her cunt, slick and wet with excitement. I could see her approach, her waist wiggling and her boobs bouncing. Then she was on the bed and lowering herself on me so that my only view was her thighs and the wet slit between them. "Ooohhh," she moaned as came down on the toy, "Oooohhh that feels good."
Her weight pressed down, forcing the ball further into my mouth and compelling my mouth to open wider to take it; my jaw strained as it stretched further than it ever had. Just as I felt that I wouldn’t be able to take it Lilah lifted herself. The break was only for a moment, but it was enough take a breath through my nose and push the ball a little out with my tongue. Then Lilah was coming down again, "Yessss, ooooohhh," she groaned, as she forced the ball back deep into my mouth and the dildo into her twat, "Oooooohhh, yeesss." My mouth didn’t ache as much this time, though the ball was as far in as before.
Up went Lilah and down, up again and down, sliding her wet cunt down the toy. She wasn’t moving too fast, allowing me time to get used to it. I began to regulate my breathing and move my tongue so that I could keep the ball from totally gagging. My jaw opened further as Lilah came down, but I relaxed and the ache was less and soon was almost gone as my mouth got used to its new size and shape. Lilah groaned, "oooohhh, yessss…" There was a slurping sound as she went up, the cum running down the toy and over my cheeks. "Ooohhh, yessss, ooohhh," more cum shot from her pussy as she came down.
I could feel my own pussy was aching with lust as I got a close up view of how wet and hot Lilah’s was. I slipped down and began to rub it, not too hard, just enough to keep me on a plateau of pleasure, without getting the summit or zooming back down. "Ooooohh," Lilah gasped as she went up, I could see her cunt lips engorged round the cock like they were sucking at it – her cum dripping down. I began to gently nod my head, pushing the dildo further into her. Above me Lilah quivered and groaned louder, "Ooooohhh, ooohhh, urrrrrhhhh, yessssss…"
I rocked my head more, working the toy, pressing it into to Lilah. She squealed and gasped and grunted, her cunt dripping cum and her thighs squeezing and stretching as she rode her dildo and me. She went faster and deeper, quivering as the strap-on raced up her cunt. The ball was pushing at my mouth, forcing it to remain open and cramping my tongue so that the only sound I could make were snorts through my nose – not ladylike at all. But Lilah was making enough noise for both of us, and if it wasn’t the noises you make in polite company they were ladylike in another way, "Oooohhh, aaarrrgghh, urrrrhhhh, aaaaargghh, ooooohhh, yesssss!"
I played harder with my cunt, rubbing at the clit and making it zing with pleasure. More of Lilah’s cunt juice splattered all over my face as she shrieked loudly and let it gush out, the warm liquid getting in my eyes and up my nose. I thought she might stop now she’d cum and squirted, but she continued, slowing down for a moment to let the orgasm diffuse around her body before carrying on her bounce, even faster and harder than before. I jerked my head back and forth to keep up with her, the nods were only little, but they were fast and soon my neck had a crick like it was being sawn through. I lay back and let Lilah do the work. She didn’t seem to mind, squealing and quivering as she hammered down the toy, "Oooohhh, yessss, ohhhhh!"
I could feel the warmth from her thighs, seeming to sizzle with sweat as she bounced on my mouth. Her cum was covering my face, a wet glaze over my lips and chin and nose, in my eyes and sliding between the cracks of my lips. Up and down she went, lost in lust; I couldn’t see her face, but from her squeals and cries I knew it would be contorting and twisting as she came and came again. I rubbed harder at my own wet cunt, pressing at the clit and sliding a finger into the sopping hole. "Ooohhhhh, yesssss, ohhhh," gasped Lilah above me. I could feel her straighten and her back bent as another orgasm powered into her, "AAAArrrrghhh, aaaaarggghhh, aaaaarrrggghhh!"
Girl cum exploded from her cunt like a volcano, shooting down like the toy and over my face. It soaked me, dripping down my cheeks, matting my hair, leaving me covered. I wished I could get my tongue out to lick it away, her juice was the only bit of Lilah that was sweet. The lawyer grunted and slid off my face, her cunt slurping as the dildo left her soaked hole. She dropped onto the bed, panting as I sat up and undid the dildo gag. I breathed in deeply, gasping down the oxygen and licked at the cum.
Lilah looked up at me, "I forgot how good you are."
"It was nothing," I said, "I just lay back."
"I could feel you mouth-butting my pussy," said Lilah.
"It was a few gentle rocks," I replied, if I’d have been really going for it Lilah would have gone like an express train. But I didn’t want her to think that she didn’t need to pay me back, so I added, "I just thought your pussy needed that extra rush to gush."
"You’re so much more fun when you can’t speak," she said.
"You too," I said. I mean I’d almost like Lilah if she didn’t speak… or was dead. But as given as neither of those were going to happen I might as well get what I’d come for. I opened my legs, "Now please fist my cunt, a promise is a promise."
Lilah gave me one of her trademark evil smiles, "Firstly, I didn’t make any such promise and secondly, if I did I’m a good enough attorney to get out of it."
I spread my legs wider, almost doing the splits on the bed. "I could beg, or I could remind you of what a pretty pussy I have."
Lilah’s eyebrows raised a fraction, proof that I wouldn’t need to beg. She looked down at my pink hole and I slid a finger down there to tickle my labia lips. She licked her lips as I touched the moist slit, the finger grazing at the warm, wet flesh inside. She moved closer to me, her hand joining mine as she stroked at my cunt, "You’ve always got such compelling arguments," she said.
"Mmmnn, I should become a lawyer," I moaned as she pressed at me. "Ooooohhh," I bucked and gasped as two fingers slid into me. Now that she was in me my own finger wasn’t needed and I reached up to fondle and play with my titties, rubbing and bouncing them as I rocked to Lilah’s fingering. "Uuurrhh, that’s good, but harder."
Three fingers pushed into my cunt and I almost cried in gratitude, "That’s right, that’s it… more."
"You want it all you horny little tramp?" said Lilah.
I didn’t need to reply - she knew my answer. I gasped and jerked as she put her hand together like a duck’s beak and pushed it into my slot. My lips expanded to let her in and inside the pussy the walls stretched to envelop the hand. "How’s that?" asked Lilah.
"Fuck, yes, that’s good," I gasped as Lilah began to move in deeper, her fingers probing down deep into my cunt as the labia closed round her lips. There was the sound of deep slurping from my pussy as Lilah worked in and out and I gasped and cried as she went deep. The walls pumped out cum as quick as they could, smothering Lilah’s fingers and wrist, lubricating her so she could pound harder and quicker, slamming at my G-spot. I shrieked louder, "Yessss, yessss, yessss!"
Lilah grunted "How’s that, Buffy? You like being fisted? You like being my whore?"
"Yes! Yes" I replied and then left the answer to the third question to her imagination as I stretched and arched my back, encouraging her in, "Harder, fuck me harder."
Her fist slammed down like she was trying to knock me out, flexing the fingers and making them razor over my hole. I shrieked louder as she rammed into my G-spot, pressing her fingers deep into the wet flesh. I quivered as the nerve endings were stimulated. "AAAArrrghhh, that’s good, fuck me."
She pounded harder and faster, sweat dripping down her forehead and over her eyelids as she closed her eyes. I gripped the bedding, clawing at the expensive bedding, making it ruffle like it was waves crashing on the shore. My cunt was soaking, the cum dripping out of it, over my labia and down my flesh. Lilah pounded harder and the juice began to squirt out in little jets, landing on the bed. I screamed louder, dragging the sheets up and half-covering myself in them before dropping them again. Lilah may have been the most evil bitch I knew, she was a bloodsucker who even vamps would have refused to turn, but she knew how to fist-fuck Buffy Summers to perfection. My back arched as an uncontrollable orgasm shot through me, "Aaaaarrrrrghhh, aaaaarrrrggghhh!"
She didn’t pause and carried on pounding me, her outstretched fingers kung-fuing my pussy into an oblivion of orgasms; so many and so intense they were merging into one. I screamed louder, my head pressing down into the bed as my waist and tummy rose skywards, my titties jiggling like they were jellies on a plate. "Aaaaaarrrghh, aaaarrrghhhh!" No words could say what I felt, only shrieks and screams and squeals, high-pitched and ear-shattering. My cunt was soaking, the cum bubbling up between my lips and jetting out in little spurts, "AAAArrghhh, arrrgggghhh!"
The final orgasm hit me so hard that it was like I was lifting off, making body shake so much it ached. I shrieked loudly, "Fuuuccccckkkk, aaaaaarrghhhhh!"
With a sigh Lilah pulled the fist out of my cunt, there was a plop and fizz as it exited and Lilah brought the cummy hand up to her mouth and began to lick it. I lay still for a few moments watching her clean away my juice, letting my pussy return to something like normal – though I knew that the tight tunnel had been so stretched I’d be aching for a while. Then I got up and walked towards the hallway and my clothes.
"You staying the night?" Lilah called after me.
I ignored her and started to get dressed, if I hurried I could get the first morning train and be back at college before classes. Lilah walked to the bedroom door, watching me for a moment, "Make sure you close the front door when you leave," she said before switching off the light and heading to her bed.
I finished dressing and left. I didn’t shut the front door.
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