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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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"I hear there’s a big football game coming up," Mom said conversationally.
I lent over and gripped at my butt-cheeks, pulling them slowly and sensually apart. There was the click of the camera as Mom took another few photos for her collection. I wasn’t sure how she knew that Sunnydale Razorbacks were playing Sleepy Hollow Horsemen, she’s not a footie fan. But she was right it was a big match… a grudge match which made World War One seem like a light slapping contest between two Kindergarteners, "Yes, we’ve got a game coming up."
"Cordy told me," Mom answered my unspoken question. It figured; ever since Mom let Cordy and Harm double fuck me whilst she filmed the three of them have been as thick as thieves. The amount of time Mom’s on the phone gossiping to one or other of the cheerleaders… well I’m glad she’s responsible for the bill not me. "Do you want to feed in the anal beads now?"
I did as she suggested. They're not as much fun as being hammered by a strap-on, but they still do the trick and I gave a pleasurable groan. I could feel Mom behind me as she came nearer to get a few close-ups. There was the click of the camera, before Mom spoke again, "The cheerleading team will be wanting to put on a big display."
That was true. From my time as a cheerleader, before I moved to Sunnydale, I could remember the big games. They were the ones where you wanted to out-cheer the opposition, to grind them into the dust so they were crying into their pom-poms and to make them so dismal that the only admirers they had were dirty old men in raincoats who looked at anything with a short skirt. Yeah, I guessed Cordy would be whipping her cheerleaders into shape – she wouldn’t want to be the one who was made to look like a monkey. I was suddenly glad I wasn’t cheering anymore; it was bad enough Giles lecturing me because my knife-throwing was a little off, it would have been even worse to then have to go to another training session with Cordy hectoring me because my chanting wasn’t in rhythm with my clapping, "Sure Mom, they’ll be looking to build up the team before the game."
"I was talking to Cordy about how to help," Mom replied.
"Oh?" what Mom knew about cheerleading was about as much as I knew about the Treaty of Troyes, which was unfortunate as I was supposed to hand in a thousand word essay on it for tomorrow.
"Yes," Mom moved round the front and I obligingly stood up to face her, moving one hand to spread my lips. Kneeling in front of me, Mom took a few more shots, "We decided it’s important that on Saturday night the team do something relaxing, but fun."
"Sounds a good idea," I agreed and slid a couple of fingers into my slot. With the various poses I’d being doing it was nice and slick, and I moved the digits they pushed out a little trickle of juice; Mom leant forward to immortalise it on camera.
"I knew you’d think so," grinned Mom, straightening up, "So I’ve invited the girls round for a slumber party on Saturday."
I tried to conceal my disappointment. I had been hoping for an early night, followed by some serious bottom pounding, but I guessed Mom wouldn’t want me hanging around whilst she bonded with the cheerleaders. Despite us having fucked, me and Cordelia weren’t exactly bosom buddies, well… perhaps bosom isn’t the right word given she’s suckled on them; but we’re not friends; "Well I suppose I could do an extra long patrol or stay at Will’s for the night…" I replied.
Mom frowned in confusion, "Why would you do that? You’re invited."
"I am?" I said in surprise.
"Of course," Mom patted my naked behind, "You’re the fun."
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"I’m back," I called to the front room, dropping my jacket on the kitchen table.
There was a giggle from Mom, "We’re just watching ‘The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants’ – go up and get changed and I’ll call you when we’re ready."
Grumbling, I went upstairs to my room. Okay I know Mom’s reliving her teenage years and is having more fun than when she was a real teenager, but she could have still asked me how I got on. I’d staked two vamps and beheaded a werewolf, not a bad night’s work and you know a girl sometimes like to have just a little bit of praise. I stopped grumbling when I saw what Mom had left on my bed. Teensy-tiny shorts and a red-bra which would have struggled to hold in my tits if I was as flat as an ironing board. I grinned as I changed – it was take an absolute disaster to stop me getting royally banged tonight. I put my hair in pigtails and added a touch of lipstick, gazing into the mirror I plumped up my tits – not bad, not bad by any means. You’d have to be a blind leprechaun not to fancy some tail and to be honest, the horny mood I was in you’d have to be a ugly, blind leprechaun for me not to give out.
Suddenly I could hear the sound of music. I tensed in excitement, waiting for Mom to call. Seconds later she did, "Come on, Buffy let’s see you strut your stuff," reminding me she was a teenager in the seventies.
I rushed down and entered the room to the beat of Britney Spears. A gaggle of cheerleaders in PJs and sleeping vests watched excitedly. A few empty bottles of wine were spread round the room and even as I entered, Cordy was topping up her glass, before passing the bottle to Claire Bennet. In the middle of the room was a pole Mom had installed. Under her tutelage I’d been practising all week and I was determined to give the squad a good show. I sauntered over to it, making sure I caught the eyes of the cheerleaders as I moved; winking seductively to show that I was looking for fun.
Apart from Mom there were seven cheerleaders, enough to sate even the horniest nympho, or at least I hoped so. Cordelia was sitting on the sofa with Mom, on either side of them sat Claire Bennet and Harmony Kendall. Sitting in front of them on the floor was Cindy Mancini, who’s hairstyle suggested she still thought we were in the eighties. Sharing a seat next to them were Isis and Torrance Shipman. Finally refilling her glass with white wine was Missy Pantone. If I suffered from stage fright I’d have run squealing, as the entire cheerleading squad was here to watch me perform.
Reaching the pole, I wrapped myself around it. My Slayer abilities meant even for a fit teen I was lithe and supple; and I meant to make best use of my skills. I paused momentarily as I waited for the next track to begin. Eight sets of eyes, feverish with anticipation, bored into me, mentally undressing my skimpy costume. The beat of ‘Baby one more time’ began to play. Holding onto the pole I leant back, stretching myself so far over that my titties strained against the thin material holding them in. There was a collective groan of lust from Mom and the cheerleaders as they gazed at the flesh on show. But it was too early to whip them out, so I pulled myself back up and twisted a leg round the pole, so I could swivel round it. With it between me and my audience I pressed my crotch into the metal, rubbing it up and down. Shivers of excitement sliced into my twat as I pushed myself forward. The groans of excited lust from my audience grew louder. I smiled inwardly, whilst keeping my coy, but seductive, expression on my face – it seemed I was appreciated.
I kicked my leg up as far as the tight shorts would allow. There were a series of short screams of excitement and I could see Cordelia mentally wondering if despite being one of the Sunnydale High’s social lepers I should be invited onto the Cheerleading Team. I swung round the pole, moving a shapely slender leg up and down the metal pole in a seductive frisson between flesh and metal. Continuing to swing I moved to the front of the pole, gripping it I pushed out my ass. Someone, I think Harmony, gripped it hard in a tight squeeze and Torrance shouted, "Show us your ass."
I turned my head, with a fake stern look gradually melting into a more seductive expression. It was time they saw a bit more, but not too much. Straightening up, again I made love to the pole with my body, whilst my hands slid down to undo my short buttons. I let go off the pole and turned to face my audience. Slowly, ever so slowly, I peeled down my shorts to reveal a very tiny, but strategically placed thong.
"That’s a girl," shouted Mom draining her glass as the cheerleaders whooped in pleasure at seeing a little bit more skin.
I slid my thumbs under the thong elastic as if about to slide them down. Eight mouths opened as they waited. But with a coy smile I pulled my thumbs out and gripped the pole again. There were eight sighs of frustration at my teasing, but I was in no hurry; by the time I finished I wanted them rampant with lust. Swinging round the pole, I leant back and kicked up my leg, without the shorts to constrain it the limb was parallel with the pole. I dropped my head back and gave the girls a sexy smile, before suddenly pulling myself up so hard that as I slammed into the pole it wobbled. If I hadn’t been a Slayer and used to pain, I’d have grimaced, as it was my smile didn’t falter. I swung round a few more times, enjoying the looks on the cheerleader and Mom’s face, lust and excitement, mixed with awe.
A bead of sweat trickled from my forehead. All this exercise was starting to heat me up; it was time to loose another piece of clothing. I slid round the back of the pole and reaching round I unsnapped the bra. My next swing round left me facing the audience, my bra skidding of my titties to land on the floor amid squeals of enjoyment from the girls.
I’ve heard in proper lap-dancing clubs they have a rule the punters can’t touch. It seems a stupid ruling to me, like going to an ice-cream parlour and being told that the Banana Split is only for show. Luckily the Summer’s house has no such rule. I let go off the pole and slid myself forward on my knees towards Cindy, who was the nearest cheerleader. I arched my back and thrust my tits towards her. For a second she did nothing, until Cordelia shouted out, "Stop screwing around Cindy, go for it."
Cindy’s hands reached forward and gingerly touched my titties. The touch was so light it didn’t do anything, but I gave a lustful groan and shook my head like I was having the orgasm of my life. Whether Cindy thought she’d made me cum or whether she quickly got over her initial shyness, she suddenly gripped them harder and slammed her head into my cleavage. She shook her head in the gap, brushing her hair hard against my flesh and this time I didn’t need to fake my squeak of excitement. And I gave a louder, more piercing cry, as she let go off me and pushed a finger under my thong. I gave a further quick gasp and pushed against her as her digit slid up me. The girls started shouting in encouragement as Cindy began to quickly jill me. I gasped in pleasure as juice slid down my pussy soaking my thong and Cindy’s finger. For a few seconds I remained in place, gasping and groaning as she hit my clit. Then I pulled back and headed back to the pole, a damp stain on the thong showed my excitement.
I wasn’t the only one who was wet. The cheerleaders and Mom had all slid their hands under their PJ bottoms and were busily rubbing their pussies. I wrapped myself round the pole; it’s always good to have that impact on people. As I continued to dance, I could see Mom reach over to a large bag beside her, still slamming herself she upended the bag with her other hand. Enough marital aides cascaded out to start a sex shop, "These’ll help girls," groaned Mom.
I knew something else that would help. I slid down my panties, leaving them dangling on an upraised ankle for a second, before artistically kicking them off. With a final movement I ended on my back with my legs spread. The cheerleaders cheered as they rooted around in the dildos. It didn’t take them long to get them and not much longer for their bottoms to be off and them slamming the toys into their cunts. I sat still for a few moments watching them furiously masturbating. Don’t get me wrong, watching a girl jill herself off is pretty sexy, but you don’t organise an orgy for solo play.
Heaving myself up I headed for one of my favourite places – kneeling between Mom’s legs. I salivated as I watched the dildo hammer into Mom’s twat , her cum glistening on her quim lips. I lent forward and pushed my tongue into her slit, brushing it against the soaked rubber toy. Mom gave a groan of pleasure and pulled out the dildo, allowing me the hole all to myself. I pushed my tongue in, loving the taste of her juice, as I went further in. Sometimes I like to tease and explore, but Mom was already beyond that stage so I just went straight for her clit. I could feel her arch as I hit, "That’s it Buffy, lick my pussy. Eat it you fucking cunt-lapper."
I slammed my tongue into Mom, as she gripped my shoulders with encouragement. Not that I needed it, as the cum glided over my tongue I knew what heroin addicts felt like as they got their fix. Mom was grunting in pleasure, her body jerking like I was an electric wire plugged into her twat, "I’m cumming," she shrieked.
Even as she screamed I knew she had. Her juice surged down her pussy like a flash flood; I took some of it down, but most of it drenched against my face. I rubbed it away, getting a smear of lipstick on my hand and feeling it drip down my naked body. Mom gave a groan, "Buffy, see to our guests, lick some more pussy."
I shuffled along to Cordelia. The cheerleader stopped playing with her dildo and gave me a wanton smile, "You ready to lick some twat, Buffy?"
I didn’t answer, at least in words. Instead I flicked back the hair from my brow and dove myself into her pussy. The jilling had left it soaked with her cum and in no time I could feel the taste of teen cheerleader on my tongue; it was delicious. I drove deeper, pushing myself into her walls as I sought out her clit. A gasp of pleasure and hands nipping on my shoulder’s told me I’d found it. I slammed my tongue down hard, driving into Cordelia with the force of a hurricane. She loved it, rising and falling in time with my laps, letting out little animal like squeaks as I pressed into her. More and more juice seeped from her, until she gave a scream of pleasure. Cordelia’s body bucked upwards and I got my second squirt of the night. It blasted over my face, up my nostrils and into my eyes, temporarily blinding me, until I could rub my eyes. I looked up, gave her a smile and shuffled over to Isis.
The attractive black cheerleader paused in her dildoing as I approached. A quirky grin spread over her face, "You want to lick out my butt instead?"
I nodded, "Wherever you want me…"
Isis gave a broader smile and hoisted her legs so that were almost parallel to her ears, revealing a shapely butt. I was about to go in, when I saw Missy stand behind the cheerleader and grip her friend’s ankle, leaving Isis’s hands free to resume jilling herself with a dildo. The splut, splut of the toy pushing into the liquid filled hole sounded in my ears as I pulled apart her butt cheeks and entered her. It was much harder than licking twat, the erogenous zone being out of reach of my tongue and the hole being so tight I could only go straight in and out. It also tasted more bitter than the sweet, succulence of cunt juice. But I quickly got used to it, forcing my tongue in deep and wedging my face between her crack. Like the others Isis squealed and rocked in excitement as I tongued her. In the periphery of my vision I could see her dildo slamming down deep into her sopping twat. Suddenly Isis squeaked like a mouse had just run over her tummy. She whipped out the dildo and her cum cascaded up like a fountain. I wasn’t quick enough to turn my face upwards to catch it as it landed in my hair. I drew my head back and shook my head, sending little droplets of her juice shooting away like I was just out of the shower.
"Me next," said Missy and dropped onto a spare seat. Her legs opened even before I got there and I looked greedily at her shaven slit. The open pink hole seemed to be inviting me in and I’m not a girl to look a gift pussy in the mouth; rather I’m the type of girl who mouths gift pussies. I dove in. It was such a tasty teen twat that I’d have loved to stay there all night, gently probing at her clit. But the groans and grunts of the other cheerleaders reminded me I had a lot of cunt to work through. Mentally making a note to see if Missy wanted her quim cleaned in the locker room sometime I slammed my tongue into her bud. I didn’t fuss with teasing, just hard slamming and lapping until I felt her body quivering like there was a gunfight happening in her nether regions. She screamed and again I was awash in gallons of girl juice, dripping down my face and off my tits – who would have guessed the cheerleaders were such squirters…
"Who’s next?" I shuffled backwards and ran a hand through my damp blonde locks, which were soaked as if I’d been dancing in the rain.
"Me," cried a number of voices in unison.
Torrance was nearest so I went for her. She pulled out her dildo as I got between her legs, it was dripping with her juice. I smiled and went down on her soaking muff. She had a tiny thatch of hair above her slit, shimmering with her cum and I flicked my tongue through it, before burying my face in the main course. Torrance bucked and squealed as I quickly found her clit. I rammed my tongue hard, slamming into it like a demolition ball hammering into a wall. Torrance gripped my shoulders, squeezing at the flesh and bone, encouraging me to go faster and faster. I clipped my tongue against her bud, it was funny how cunt juice taste so different and how the flavours mix so pleasantly; a rainbow of taste sensations. Cum was slipping out, running over my chin, only suddenly for Torrance to stiff and the light stream to become a flash flood of girl juice, crashing over me like a tidal waves. It splashed down my throat, up my nostrils and burning my eyes, before washing down in a flood over my naked body. I wiped some of the excess away.
Before I could decide who was next Claire dumped herself between Torrance’s open legs and spread her pussy. I can take a hint, so I went in. She was tight and tangy, her juice zipping down my throat as I lapped away energetically. She moaned and bucked, pushing herself into Torrance, who didn’t seem to be complaining as a pair of naked butt cheeks massaged her twat. Indeed the faster I licked the more Claire pushed into Torrance and soon the two of them were groaning. I was pleased that I was managing two for the price of one and did a few little teases to keep Claire on edge, but stop her cumming too soon. A quick tut from Mom and a pointed, "Look at the time," reminded me that I still had several more cheerleaders to pleasure.
I sped up again pushing Claire to orgasm. She shrieked and her body tensed as a wash of cum slashed over my face and down my titties. I grinned and licked at my lips, enjoying the multiple flavours on my tongue.
It was Cindy’s turn next; she was sitting on the floor her legs apart, waiting expectantly for me to slither over. I didn’t like to keep her waiting and was lying between her legs before she had a chance to yell ‘me’. Unlike all the other cheerleaders, apart from Torrance, she had a small pubic tussle. The downy blonde hair quivered as her body shivered in excitement as I went down. I slapped my tongue into her warm twat, tasting yet another lovely flavour as I began to explore. It didn’t take me long to find the hard flesh of her clit and I began to concentrate on that. Cindy screamed in joy as I pleasured her. Hands gripped my head and forced me deeper, so that I was almost suffocating in her soaking slot. It just drove me wilder and lapped away excitedly, enjoying the experience of new cunt as much, if not more, than Cindy. She screamed and bucked, shooting her cum upwards into my mouth as if I was drinking fountain. Some I swallowed, but most ricocheted off my tonsils and ended up back in her slit, drowning my face.
My tongue was almost numb, but Harmony had already spread her legs and I didn’t want to disappoint her. Nor everyone else, as I shuffled over on my hands and knees I could hear the cries of encouragement from the others, "Get in her," "Eat her slut," "Go for it."
With their shouts in my ears I went down. Harmony may not be about as clever as a dog which chases firecrackers, but she knows how to encourage a pussy licking. She squealed even as I touched her slit and upped the tone until I was tonguing the exact spot. Her hands reached out and caressed my hair, until she decided it was too damp and sticky and just squeezed my shoulders with her knees instead. Fortunately for my aching tongue, Harmony had been jilling herself for so long, that it didn’t take long for my hammering to have an impact. Her screeches rose an octave and an explosion of girl cum raced from her cunt, raking over me like I was in the shower. I gasped as I took the nectar and sat back, barely able to talk.
The cheerleaders were all talking excitedly as they stared as my soaking wet body. My hair looked like it had gone through a wringer, standing at weird angles or clamped to my scalp, my face was shining as cum slid down my cheeks, nose and lips and my body looked like I had been swimming it was so wet. Mom sipped her drink and said, "Buffy’s going to have a quick shower, before she comes down for more fun."
It was a pre-arranged signal from Mom and I quickly piped up, "Does anyone want to pee first?"
"I do," said Isis and Cindy as they drained their white wines.
I grinned. They obviously thought Mom was offering before I monopolised the bathroom. There mouth’s fell open in shock, before being replaced with wide beams as Mom looked at me and said, "Buffy – before you shower you better act as the toilet."
It was amazing how quickly the cheerleaders drained their glasses and started to refill them. I scampered upstairs and placed myself in a begging position in front of the toilet bowl and raised my head. Isis was first in, she gave a wicked grin and squatted over me. She began to piss.
I’d like to say I swallowed the lot, but I didn’t. It was too fast and too much, more of it ended on my face than in my mouth. It ran down my body in warm driblets, mixing with girl juice to form a light yellow pattern.
"Do you clean?" Isis asked.
"Of course," I was affronted that Isis didn’t think I’d do the whole job. I lifted my head and licked the piss from her quim lips. It was bitter, but strangely appealing. To show I was finished and that I didn’t harbour any ill feelings about her question I slid my tongue in and gave a bonus lick, before settling back and waiting for Cindy.
The blonde replaced her friend and within seconds was pouring her piss all over me. Again I hardly caught any and an amber puddle formed about my knees. It would have to be cleaned tomorrow, but right now I didn’t care. I was just enjoying the warm liquid splashing over me and the beautiful feeling of degradation which can make me feel so alive. Don’t get me wrong, normal sex can be fine, but there was something special and appealing about being treated like a filthy whore. I lapped away the remains of Cindy’s piss and she gave a quick gasp of pleasure as I treated her to a quick slide of my tongue up her slot.
"Next," I called and looked out the door. Outside was a line of all the cheerleaders, standing gossiping and laughing, drinking wine and nudging each other as they looked at my smeared body. A few crossed their legs uncomfortably as they waited for their turn.
Next up was Harmony, who had barely time to squat before she was gushing over me. I didn’t have time to open my mouth before she shot and the first wave washed over me, but I quickly recovered and gulped the stinging liquid down, or at least some of it; the pool round my legs was getting bigger. I knew if I didn’t do something the next cheerleader would be stepping in it and they wouldn’t like that. I quickly cleaned Harmony and called out, "Just a minute."
I leant over and quickly lapped it up. I could hear the cheerleaders giggling, thinking what a dirty skank I was. I continued to lap until I’d got rid off the puddle – they were right. I licked my lips, "Who’s up?"
In came Torrance, running in a cross-legged fashion which suggested to me that she was about to burst. I opened my mouth in a smile, it was bound to be a good one and it was…
"Aaaaahhhh," said Torrance in relief as she flooded my mouth with her amber nectar. Like the girl-cum it tasted different from each girl, always acidic, but with a different flavour. It might not have been as delicious either, but there was a certain tang to it, which played well against my tonsil. I tried to swallow it down, but again it was too much. It filled my mouth and dribbled down my front, but not as much as before as I slowly got my swallowing movements right. A quick clean and I was ready for Cordelia.
"Buffy," the brunette said as she hovered over me, "I knew you were a slut, but I didn’t realise you were such a dirty one."
I nodded, "Piss in my mouth," I replied.
Everyone else had at least aimed for mouth. Cordelia being typical Cordelia, she didn’t and I blinked as the warm liquid stung my eyes. I quickly jerked my head back and got some of the pee in my mouth. But Cordelia saw what I was doing and moved her butt pack, pissing over my forehead. For the next thirty seconds we played a strange dance, her moving back to get it over my face and me trying to align my movements so that I could guzzle it down my throat. Eventually she was finished and I lapped the urine from her quim until it was clean. To forgive the pun, I was a bit peed off and she didn’t get an extra lick inside – that would teach her.
I quickly put her out of my mind as Claire nipped into replace her, the foxy blonde cheerleader’s face torn with concentration as she struggled to keep the piss in. She barely had time to settle over me, before it rushed out. She gave a sigh as the warm pee shot into my willing mouth. I swallowed as it jetted forth, but not enough to stop it running over my lips and down my naked tits. I quickly gave her a lick as the penultimate pisser came in.
It was Missy, the brunette strutting in as if pissing on a teenager was an everyday occurrence. She did give me a very charming smile, though, before she settled over me and let rip. Her pee blasted into my mouth and down my throat. I gulped down as much as I could, letting the rest splatter against my face and run over the edge of my chin to leak like a bust pipe onto my titties. It was warm against my skin and I briefly wondered if it acted as a moisturiser – I’d have to look it up on the internet and if so a knew trick would soon be added to Mom’s repertoire.
Speaking of Mom, she was the last one. She smiled, "Enjoying the party my little dirty, slutty whore?"
I nodded, "Yes, but enough talking more pissing."
I opened my mouth and leant my head back to remind her what to do. Mom squatted over me and peed down my throat. It was ironic that sixteen years ago I’d been the one pissing over Mom, now she was returning the favour. The liquid overspilled my throat and washed down my body, mixing with the various other liquids that coated me. She’d been drinking as she waited, holding it in until she could soak her dirty, little daughter. It meant it was a good one, and the pee seemed to never stop, more and more of it splashing out of my mouth and all over me. Eventually Mom stopped and moved my tongue to clean her slit. I gave her a few more bonus licks that the others as a girl should favour her Mother. Mom giggled and then straightened, "You better take that shower now."
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To be continued in School Spirit II
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The guest stars
Claire Bennet – Heroes
Missy Pantone, Torrance Shipman and Isis – Bring it On
Cindy Mancini – Can’t Buy Me Love
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