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City of Lost Angels	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 33171 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-City of Lost Angels
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Below her the Willow could see the lights on the highway as cars hurtled buy, late night commuters heading home, travelling salesmen seeking a hotel, long-distance truckers to whom this was just another mile to zoom past. There had been no tugs threatening to drag her to some mysterious destination for hours; not since the last one late in the afternoon which had torn her from Cordelia’s apartment. That had been a surprise, she remembered, not the sudden pull on the astral plane, but discovering her best friend was a lesbian and was butt-fucking their old nemesis and friend, Cordelia Chase. If she had physical form Willow would have smiled, she just hoped it made Buffy happy, the Slayer could do with it. But telling her that was a problem for another day.
The problem now was finding someone to warn that Amy was this season’s big bad and to do it when she was a floating bundle of spiritual energy with no voice and no physical presence. She thought about going to try Buffy again, but the blonde was too far away and she’d expend to much energy getting to her; if the mysterious astral tugger-mugger tried again she wouldn’t have enough power to stop them dragging her to wherever they wanted.
Floating upright she let out tiny tendrils of magical power. To her they looked like little silver diamonds, but they were as invisible as oxygen to anyone on the physical plane. She had been doing it for hours, as the afternoon turned into dusk and dusk into night, until the highway below emptied, the quiet only broken by a cab for late night revellers or a patrolling cop car. Each time her searching web had found nothing, or rather it had found thousands, tens of thousands, of life essences trailing their owners, but none of anyone she knew.
There was no reason to expect anything this time, perhaps it was time to move towards Buffy’s last location and see if she could find her again, whatever the risk. But just as she was deciding that was an option she felt her magic connect with a life essence she recognised – Dawn Summers… and another one, one that she almost knew, but couldn’t quiet see, like it was half-hidden in mist. She mentally frowned, that was strange, in the astral plane essences were normally as sharp as a blu-ray disc, not foggy and unclear. It didn’t matter, or if it did it mattered less than finding Dawn and trying to warn her about Amy and that her Mom was alive and under a spell.
The wiccan floated following the essence. She didn’t recognise the neighbourhood, but she remembered that Dawn had moved since Willow had visited her; and from the looks of it somewhere up-market. The essence led to a building and Willow followed it, slightly surprised that the mysterious essence was also heading to the same place as Dawn.
She slid through the walls into Dawn’s apartment’s main room. The light was on, though in her astral form Willow would have been equally able to see in the dark, and the wiccan quickly glanced around. It was Dawn’s place alright; pictures of her were on the walls of varying degrees of explicitness from softcore nudes taken from behind to more explicit of the teen spread and wanton. The floor was covered with clothes, two dresses, four pairs of men’s pants and tops, together with some underwear and pairs of his and her shoes. If Willow hadn’t realised what was going on the squeak and grunts from the teen’s bedroom would have told her.
Wondering how she would get Dawn’s attention the witch drifted through the wall. Dawn was on her hands and knees on the bed, head to tail beside her was another woman, whose face Willow couldn’t see, in the same position. The two of them were each getting sandwiched by four young guys, two thrusting from behind, the other two getting sucked by Dawnie and the woman. The four guys pounded forward and back, arching the women’s back and driving their dicks deep into willing holes. After watching for a moment Willow let herself float up, wondering if perhaps she could write a message on the teen’s mirror with lipstick
As she came down on the other side she turned to look again. And stopped. She recognised the other woman, the one getting sandwiched beside Dawn. It was Joyce Summers…
In a day of surprises - Cordelia having a ghost tenant, Buffy being a lesbian - seeing Joyce in an orgy with Dawn was the greatest one of all. The witch wanted to shout, to warn Dawn that Joyce wasn’t what she seemed, she was possessed, an evil plaything of Amy, but no words would come. She turned to the dresser with Dawn’s lipstick, but it was like trying to grasp a breath of wind.
Behind her she could hear orgasmic screams, "AAAarrrghh, yessssss, fucccckkk." Joyce had removed the cock from her mouth and was now getting DP’d, thudding back her ass onto one cock as another rammed her cunt. Moments later Dawn replicated her, reverse cowgirling one dick, whilst her legs spread for the second. She shuddered and shrieked, "AAAarrrrghhh, fucccckk, ohhhh myyyy Goddddd!"
Willow turned away; she didn’t know what would happen when the guys came, would Joyce kill Dawn or were the guys slaves as well and they’d do the deed. She needed to concentrate, to will just a touch of physical presence, just enough to pick up the lipstick. Her firm fingers grabbed it, twisting off the top and lifting it towards the mirror.
The mystical tug was even more violent than before, ripping her out of the apartment and through the night, down underground, through sewers and dungeon. Her eyes opened and she could feel her chest moving as she breathed. Amy was above her. The evil witch smiled, "Hi Will. Miss me?"
She clicked her finger and uttered a few words in a language Willow didn’t recognise. Tendrils of purple smoke drifted from the redhead’s nose and mouth. The redhead could feel her memories being dragged from her. She concentrated, throwing all she had into a magical barrier. The smoke retreated back into her like she was an air vent sucking it in
Amy glowered and repeated the words she said, louder and more aggressively.
And battle commenced.
*
"Ciao," said Dawn and kissed Joyce lightly on the cheek.
The blonde Milf was less of a sophisticate and contented herself with a "Goodbye, see you soon."
Dawn stood in the doorway for a moment, her hand up in a wave, watching her Mom who didn’t know she was her Mom walk down the corridor. The top of Joyce’s tramp-stamp was visible above the dress as the blonde sashayed away and to others the sight of the retreating Milf porn star would have been sexy; to Dawn it was just sad.
Not that they hadn’t had a great night; at a club they’d come across some guys in LA to celebrate a bachelor party. Dawn had a feeling the marriage wasn’t going to be long lasting as both the groom, best man and two of their friends had returned with Joyce and Dawn to the teen’s apartment. It didn’t take many glasses of wine to ease the two Summers out of their sexy little dresses and into the bedroom with the four guys; first had come a spit-roast, then a double double-penetration as both she and Joyce had been fucked in butt and cunt. Then to round off a perfect fuckfest she and her Mom had both taken two cocks in the ass, which had sent the double-anal loving porn stars into an orgasmic frenzy. After spurting their goo over Dawn and Joyce the guys had got dressed and gone back to their hotel, leaving the exhausted and sated porn stars to climb into either side of the bed and fall asleep. On waking up she realised it must have been one hell of a session as all her lip-gloss off her dresser either sent tumbling as they rocked the room or an earthquake had done it and Dawn had been too busy orgasming to even realise the earth was literally moving.
But as Dawn waved her Mom goodbye, watching her go round the corner she realised their whole relationship was false; her Mom thought she was a fellow porn star coincidentally with the same surname and they were just friends. And = that fantasy would soon end. Dawn was surprised Willow hadn’t yet called back, but when she did Dawn would need to tell her about Joyce and Faith and then Willow would speak to Buffy and her bitch sister would arrive and wreck everything.
She walked over to her cell, there were two messages on it. She clicked on the first. "Hey slutbag, you haven’t called. Ring me," said a familiar voice. Dawn grinned as the more expressionless voice of the answerphone gave her the options. She pressed ‘1’ for ringback and after a few moments was picked up, "Summers you whore, I rang you yesterday."
" Penshaw you skanky bitch," Dawn grinned even though Janice couldn’t see her, "I was getting fucked."
"Hope he was big, unless were you dyking it again?" Janice asked.
"They were big, there was four of them," Dawn replied.
"Greedy cow," laughed Janice, "You’ve only got three holes, where did you put the fourth? In your ear?"
"I can easily fit two in my ass, I’m a slutbag remember," Dawn said and Janice gave an easy laugh between friends. Dawn paused for a second and added, "Got to confess though I didn’t have them all by myself. I shared them with my M…"
She paused again. Janice was one of her bff’s, up with Kate and Cordy; she was the one person she’d trusted with where she was going when she’d run away, the person from she’d told when she went for her first porn movie, she’d lost her virginity with Janice getting fucked beside her. But one of the reasons Dawn liked her (beside her sense of fun and being a fellow nymphomaniac) was that despite living in Sunnydale Janice had no idea Slayers and demons existed; she was just normal. Even the time they’d been attacked by vamps Janice had just put down being bitten to the fact the guy was a meth-head; like most Sunnydalians she thought junkies and druggie gangs infested Sunnydale, despite the fact no-one ever met a dealer after dark. Telling her Joyce was alive would either freak her or lead her to believe that LA and porn had sent Dawn insane.
She restarted the sentence "I shared them with a friend, called Jay. We took two each."
"Did you dyke out after or before?" grinned Janice. She didn’t wait for a reply but continued, "That always turns on the guys. Remember that time when we made out in front of those two footballers, shit Summers I thought they were going to fuck us into the middle of next week."
"Yeah," Dawn remembered. It seemed tame now, just naked kissing and the guys fucking their pussies and cumming in them, no anal or money shots, no sixty-nining with Janice (though they’d done that later). "So how’s with you?"
They talked for a bit about the guys Janice had fucked recently and the girls she’d pussy licked, more of the latter than the former – like Dawn she might be bi but she was def on the dyke side. That led onto Janice’s upcoming Prom and whether Janice would fulfil her ambition to get boned by a teacher before she graduated; she had her eye on a couple who she thought also had an eye on her. Then they talked about Dawn’s career and all the dick and cunt she was getting and how jealous Janice was that she was getting paid for it and Dawn invited her friend up when she finished High School and said she could set her up with an audition. And before she knew it they’d been talking for close to an hour and a half.
"I better get off, I promised my Mom I’d help her with lunch; we’ve got Grandma and Uncle Kevin coming over. It’s all fun in the Penshaw house."
"Okay I’ll call you next week and I meant what I said about coming to LA, even if only for a vacation."
"LA pussy… I’m gonna hold you to that promise Summers."
"And I’m going to hold you to coming here. Anyways speak to you next week skank."
"Yeah you too hobag." Janice rang off and Dawn went to her second message.
"Hi Dawn, it’s Cordy," it went, "You better give me a call. I’ve just seen Buffy; she’s in LA. It seems Faith has reappeared and gone bad – again - and she’s witchnapped Will."
Dawn played it again and again and again. Six times she repeated it and not once did it change. The crushing sensation in her stomach was so intense she felt that she was close to physically vomiting. All she’d wanted to do was runaway from Buffy and monsters and demons and vampires and be a normal teen; but she couldn’t, it was always coming after her. And now because she’d tried to ignore it Willow had been taken, might even be dead or dying and it was all Dawn’s fault. With trembling fingers she tapped in the ‘1’ for ringback, all the time hoping it was Cordy’s idea of a sick joke.
*
As she walked up the steps to her apartment Amy felt tired, not physically – she could have run a marathon, nor mentally – without any trouble she could recite the alphabet backward; but spiritually she felt exhausted. She had been magically battling Willow for hours, trying to drag out the redhead’s memories so she could replace them with false ones that would make the other witch do her will. So far all she’d managed to do was get Willow to forget Buffy’s birthday… temporarily… The redhead witch was chained naked to a wall in an underground dungeon; perhaps a night in the cold and wet would weaken her for tomorrow. Amy hoped so; she wasn’t sure how her Master would treat failure, but she didn’t think it would be with a kind word and fatherly advice.
She opened the door and stepped in. Within seconds Tara was beside her, the recently reincarnated witch clad in a dress which would have been the height of fashion if she was a medieval tavern wench, laces across a bodice. Amy had to admit the other woman looked good in it, her bust pressing at the material and jiggling as she moved. She forced herself to not look at them and listen to Tara’s barrage of questions "How’s Willow? Can I see her yet?"
It was a wonder, but the story Amy had concocted had worked. She and Willow had made up and were fighting evil in LA, until Willow's soul had been torn from her body by a scarred warlock. Unable to save her without help Amy had remembered Willow telling her of the spell to bring back Buffy and being a powerful wicca herself had used it to bring back Tara to help her. The story had more holes in it than a Swiss cheese, but Amy smiled and lied fluently, convincing the other witch that Willow was recovering with friends in a small, and powerless, LA coven, but would soon be up and about.
Tara sighed with relief, "I’d like to see her, when she’s better."
You’d like to fuck her you mean, thought Amy, not that she blamed Tara, she might hate Willow, but she agreed the redhead was bangable. She lied again, easily as ever, "I think a couple of days; it’s taking a lot out of her. Her soul’s been zipping around like it’s on a jet-ski, it needs to rest." And I need to rip out her memories and make her mine, Amy smiled, "I’m sure she’d love to see her when she’s feeling stronger."
Tara’s face lit up, it made her look prettier surprisingly. In fact, it made her look very attractive. Amy looked at her again, yes the dress was old-fashioned, but it had a sort of charm, especially with her large tits, which bulged against the laced up frock. The rest of her body wasn’t bad either, she wasn’t slender, but she wasn’t fat or bulky either, her hair was feminine and styled without frills, but it suited her face and if her smile was shy, it was also warm. Amy wondered what she’d been like when Willow fucked her; was she squealer? did she writhe and wriggle? was she wet between her legs, with a hot, shaven slit ripe for licking?
It made Amy horny. She could leave and go to the apartment where Joyce and Faith were sharing; Joyce was a strip-club tonight, but Faith was there, still thinking she was a runaway preacher’s daughter. Amy could fuck her, and then wait for Joyce to return and fuck the Milf as well. She glanced at Tara again, with her big tits and womanly hips; she bet under the meek exterior her fellow witch was wild and wanton. It’d be another victory over Willow to fuck her girlfriend, especially as Tara had been the one she’d loved not just a one-nighter.
She moved behind Tara, "You’re looking tense, coming back from the dead does that to you,"
"I feel alright," said Tara, "About Willow…"
"No you’re tense," Amy put her hands on Amy’s shoulders and kneaded the flesh. The young woman gave a little half-squeak/groan and even though Amy couldn’t see her face she knew she’d be blushing. She continued to rub at the muscles, they weren’t that tense, but they relaxed even more under Amy’s touch. "What about Willow?"
"Um… I don’t know, how she been?"
Amy smiled wickedly, "She moved on. Got really close with a new Slayer called Kennedy; broke with her, played the field since then… you know Dawn, Buffy’s sister?"
"Yes of course… oh know, she didn’t, Dawn’s too sweet…"
"Not from what Will said…"
There was a gasp from Tara; "She’s so young… I know she must be older now." She shook her head, obviously still seeing Dawn as a gawky school-girl.
She’d have known why Willow fucked her if she’d seen Dawn now, busty and sexy and fucking anything that moved, thought Amy, either that or have a coronary. She continued to massage at the other’s witches shoulders, "Oh yes, she and Dawnie screwed. She’s not the only one; in LA Will’s being playing the field, she’s been very successful with hot cuties."
"Oh," Tara’s shoulders slumped as if she’d been defeated, "I thought…"
"Time and tide wait for no man," quoted Amy and added, "Or woman. Willow’s not a one-woman woman anymore; she’s too much a player. She like’s the really striking dark haired types especially, actresses, models…" It was a lie, like so much else, said because Tara was none of these things and knew it.
It worked, the young woman’s shoulders slumped even further and her sigh was so loud it was like the wind moaning through a cave, "Oh…"
Amy smiled and squeezed the other’s shoulders tighter, working at them with her supple fingers, "I don’t think Willow’s got much taste."
"No?" Tara sounded surprised, as if Amy had said that Willow wasn’t a natural redhead.
"No…" Amy purred as her mouth moved nearer to Tara’s ear, close enough so that her breath blew over the lobe, "I wouldn’t have left you dead, you’re too pretty to be dead."
"That’s not fair, you said it was almost impossible," Tara replied.
"You have to be powerful," said Amy. Her hands slid from the blonde’s shoulders down to her tits, rubbing and squeezing them. Tara squirmed a little but didn’t resist, "and willing to take risks for what you want."
"I…I suppose," Tara replied. Amy could feel her shiver - lust, nervousness or surprise she wasn’t sure. She tugged at one of the strings which held the bodice together, slowly pulling it away and loosening the dresses top. Tara could have stopped her at any point, slapped her down or stood up, even just said ‘no’, but she didn’t allowing Amy to pull the string all the way out.
The dress’s top opened and Amy’s hands slid in under it. The other witch wasn’t wearing a bra and Amy’s hand cupped round her large bouncy bosom’s, squeezing them. She could see a rush of redness on Tara’s cheeks and neck, but the reincarnated wiccan still made no attempt to get away. Amy’s mouth moved even closer to Tara’s ear, so close her nose was rubbing at the top and her lips brushing the skin as she murmured, "Willow fucked so many women when you were dead.."
"Ohhhh," Tara moaned, a sweet sound of lust and excitement.
Amy lips slid over Tara’s ear as she spoke, "She’s enjoyed fucking hot women. Kennedy the Slayer, she was so sexy and Cordelia Chase, she was the fucking hottest girl in Sunnydale High, even more than Buffy and you know how wet thinking of Buffy made Willow. She fucked Cordy and Cordy’s in porn. I bet she’s fucked Buffy as well, I haven’t asked. She’s certainly fucked Dawn, lots of times and in the ass as well. Did she ever fuck you in the ass Tara?" Tara shook her head, but Amy was already continuing, "And Dawn fucked her there as well; sweet, innocent little Dawnie, an anal fuck machine…"
"Oh, that’s… ohhhh," Tara shuddered and one of her hands moved to her lap threatening to rub at her pussy through the dress as her legs opened.
"Oh yeah, Will’s a pro-girl fucker now; she bangs the hottest dykes in town and makes them squeal as they cum. She won’t fuck just anyone, only the choicest, wettest, horniest pussy works for Will now; it was lucky you fucked her when you did, you’d be competing with slutty porn stars and dirty hot Slayers if you wanted her now."
"Oh… I…" Tara nodded and let out a sigh, though that was probably less because of the competition for Willow and more because Amy’s hands were squeezing and gripping the Tara’s breasts, playing with them like they were toys.
Amy’s mouth pressed against Tara’s ear, her lips pursing as she butterfly kissed the lobe. "I think she should have brought you back earlier, I would." She moved down to the nape of Tara’s neck kissing gently at the flesh, her tongue flickering at the skin; it tasted salty and alive, not like she had been a corpse days before. Tara moaned again and shook and Amy returned to her ear, kissing gently at it as she fondled the tits, "If you had been mine I wouldn’t have let death claim you."
"I couldn’t… she couldn’t… it was impossible," Tara moaned, almost incoherent.
"Not if she wanted it, like I wanted it," Amy pulled the dress further apart and popped the titties out over the material. She twisted Tara round towards her and slid her tongue into her waiting mouth. The reincarnated witch didn’t resist, her tongue battling back with a sudden enthusiasm, as if being alive after years of being dead was releasing pent up passion.
Amy continued round so that she was in front of Tara. She pulled further at the dress’s front, pulling the string further so it fell open to the other’s navel. Tara looked down as if surprised that her titties and stomach were on display, "I… I don’t normally do this, I’m not that kind of girl."
Amy pulled of her own sweater, dropping it to the floor. She could Tara’s gaze come up, the other witch blushing as she looked at Amy’s tits held up by the black bra. She was about to become redder; "I’m that type of girl," grinned Amy and unhooked the bra.
"Oh," Tara stared. She looked so stunned it was hard to think she and Willow had fucked like bunnies; back when they were still friend’s Willow had confided in Amy that beneath the sheets Tara’s tongue worked wonders. Amy wondered if Willow still thought that, she’d been sampled by a lot more tongues since and some of those tongues were owned by pros. She’d find out tomorrow, she’d tell Willow about how she’d fucked her ex – there was no doubt in her mind they’d fuck now – and tell her how good Amy was, or at least she hoped she’d be able to tell her that. Tara blushed as Amy’s hands came forward, "We shouldn’t… Will…"
"Has moved on," Amy completed the sentence. She pulled at the dress opening it further. For a moment Tara stood still and unsure, and then, like a decision had been made, she gave a quirky smile and shrugged her shoulders to push the dress of them. It dropped slowly, like a curtain being lowered. Tara stepped out of it.
She was just wearing some underwear, they weren’t sexy or slutty or hot, but they didn’t stay in place long enough for Amy to mind as Tara hooked her fingers under the elastic and pulled them down. She went red as she straightened, seeming to realise that she wasn’t alone and her pussy was bare. A hand went to cover it, but not before Amy had seen the puffy labia lips and the tiny strip of dark hair that was it’s only adornment.
"Let me look," she said and pulled Tara’s wrist away. The young woman blushed, resisting for less than a second before complying. Amy grinned, "Okay, I’ve seen yours, do you want to see mine?"
"I…yes," nodded Tara. It was lucky she’d said that as Amy was already undoing her jeans and pulling them down.
Unlike Tara, the porn director and villainess knew the importance of underwear so hers was silky, small and uncomfortable, she twirled round letting Tara feast her eyes on them, knowing that the reincarnated witch was imaging what was underneath. She finished her twirl with her back to Tara, bending down she slid the panties to her ankles, forcing the other woman to either follow them down lustfully or instead gaze of Amy’s round sexy rump. She wasn’t sure which of the choices Tara made, but whatever it was by the time Amy turned the reincarnated witch’s face was red and her fingers were down by her cunt, touching the lips and massaging slot between them. For the second time Amy moved the Tara’s hand away from her pussy, except this time it wasn’t her eyes who did the feasting.
"Oh… God… I…" Tara gasped as Amy’s mouth connected with her pussy, shuddering in pleasure as Amy’s lips opened and her tongue flicked out. She staggered and stumbled, rocking so hard that she almost have tumbled it Amy’s hands hadn’t been resting on her butt cheeks keeping her upright and balanced. Amy licked and slurped hard, driving her mouth and tongue at the pussy. It didn’t take long to juice up and for Amy to taste it; the cum sweet and warm.
"Mmnnn, yes, mmmnnn tasty," Amy’s tongue slammed over the hole, thrusting at the slit and into the pink. With each lick Tara shuddered and moaned, her hands gripping onto Amy’s shoulders, her fingers digging like it was death again if she let go. Amy lapped harder.
"Ooohhh, yessss, ohhhh," the porn director’s licking was rewarded with louder cries from Tara, the blonde witch rocking and shuddering. The harder Amy tongued the louder she became, "Uuurrrhhh, aaarrghhh, oooohhh, uurrrhhh, yesssss, aaaaarrrghhh" and Amy went for her vigorously, mentally noting that the question over whether Tara was a squealer seemed to be a definite yes. "Aaarrrrghh, uuurrhhh, aaarrrghhh."
The blonde witch wiggled and shook. Amy withdrew her head from the snatch, licking her lips from the cum. "I bet you and Will sixty-nined…"
"I… we… yes, a few times," said Amy.
"More than a few times I bet" said Amy
Tara gave a small and reluctant nod, "Yes."
"You enjoy it?" grinned Amy.
"Yes," Tara’s voice was faint.
"I’ve licked yours so its only fair you return the favour," grinned Amy. She lay down on the rug, her legs spreading. "It’s up to you where you plant your own pussy."
"You want me to put it over you, and for us to do it together?" Tara blushed.
God, the woman was dumb, thought Amy, or perhaps just shy and lacking in confidence – it’d would have helped her if Amy adjusted her memories and made her an exhibitionist star. But it was too late to think about that now, it had to be done when the soul was still confused at its return and vulnerable to magic. Amy would just have to rely on non-magical means; she spread her legs wider to show Tara what was waiting her and put on her most sexy and alluring smile, "Yes. I want us to lick each other’s cunts until they’re squirting."
"Oh…okay… I’m not very good at it. I’ve only been with Willow and we’d been together for a while before we tried it together."
"Yeah, I’m sure you’ll be fine," said Amy impatiently, "Now quit the shy virgin act and give me what you gave Willow, I’ll show you what you’ve been missing."
Tara nodded and lowered herself over Amy, she was slow and cautious, but her pussy came down over Amy’s mouth all the same and her fingers opened Amy’s slit for her own tongue to press into. Amy didn’t waste any time in slurping upwards, driving herself into Tara’s box, making the labia quiver and the tunnel seep as she slammed around. Tara was slower… at first. Despite Amy’s words she still seemed shy, her tongue hardly entering the hole, just sliding over the lips and dabbing at the pink. But as Amy went faster and harder, making Tara shudder and pant, it seemed to excite her into a more enthusiastic tonguing and Amy got what Willow had enjoyed. It was good.
The two young women’s tongues slid and slipped, slammed and slapped. Their fingers joined them, holding apart the holes and penetrating them, pressing at their sensitive spots or thumbing at their clits. Titties wobbled and bounced, as the two witches shuddered and shook against each other, the round handfuls of flesh rubbing and banging at each other’s naked bodies. "MMnnnnn" "OOOOhhh" "UUUurrhhh" "AAAhhhh" groans and grunts of passion, squeals of relief and pleasure came from their mouths as they came up or dropped down for air or to let the orgasms reach through them. Their cunts were slick with cum, the juice filling their holes and covering their tongues, soaking over both their pussy and mouth lips.
Amy shook as Tara’s tongue took her to orgasm; she could see what Willow had seen in Tara – she might be shy and unassuming, but the girl could lick. She grunted and gasped, dropping her head down against the rug as Tara’s tongue flickered into her cunt finding her G-spot and flattening against it, at the same time as the other witch’s thumb stimulated her clit, rubbing and pressing at it. Amy’s legs felt like a current was going up them, making them shiver in ecstasy. Her head arched, her neck straining, "Ooooohhh, uurrrhhh, ooooohhh," she cried.
"Am I any good?" Tara lifted her mouth from the twat.
"Mmmnnn, yes, no complaints…" Amy grinned, "You don’t seem to be out of practice? Do they have pussy licking competitions in heaven."
"I…I …don’t know. I can’t remember."
"I wasn’t being serious." Amy said. She rolled out from under Tara and moved so that she was facing her, bringing her cummy lips down onto Tara’s mouth in a kiss. As she did her fingers were on Tara’s cunt again, gently prying the labia apart and entering the hole, sending herself down deep. Tara kissed back passionately, her tongue swivelling round Amy’s as her hand stroked the other’s wrist, encouraging her fingering.
"Uurrhhh, urrrhhh," Tara’s head went back, moaning with pleasure as Amy masturbated her faster and harder, slamming her finger in, "That’s so good, so good."
"Let me do it properly," Amy pulled her finger out of the slit and licked away the tasty juices.
"What do you mean?" Tara’s eyes followed her as Amy stood.
"I mean with a dildo," Amy smiled, "You and Willow must have used toys…"
"Yes… we did…" Tara nodded.
"And you enjoyed them," it wasn’t a question, but Tara still nodded as Amy continued, "What do you want? I’ve got normal dildos, double-enders for us both or I could fuck you with a strap-on."
Tara’s eyes widened and involuntarily her fingers moved to her wet pussy to stroke it, "What do you want?"
"You’re the guest, you can choose," Amy said.
"You could use a strap-on…?" Tara’s reply was so tentative it was almost a question.
"You asking or telling?" Amy said.
"Neither…both… I’m… use a strap-on and fuck me," Tara blushed.
"Come into my parlour," Amy helped Tara up and led her into the bedroom.
Once in she gently, but firmly, directed Tara to the bed. The naked witch did as she was told, getting on it. She lay on her back and raised herself up, "What position do you want?"
Amy was about to tell her to choose, but decided that this would just lead to a roundabout conversation, Tara was obviously a girl who liked to be led in bed. "That’ll do, lie on your back and spread your legs," she ordered.
Tara nodded and opened her legs wider, so that the as Amy slipped on the toy, she could see the glimmer of the other’s juice on her pink. Amy grinned, "I’m going to bang that pussy so hard, you’re going to squeal for America."
Tara gave a smile shy and a nod, one of her hands fondling one of her large titties as the other reached down and stroked and pried at her cunt, exposing the warm, wet tunnel even more. Amy moved in, standing over Tara and thrusting the toy deep into the hole. Tara gasped as it entered, her body rocking and her titties trembling as she threw her head back. Her legs widened, for a moment, scissoring outwards, before returning and clasping round Amy like vines round a tree. Amy pushed harder, ramming down and in – fucking Willow’s ex.
"Ooohhh, urrrhhh, yes, oh yes Amy. I want it, I want you, give it me hard, I want it in me," Tara grunted and gasped, rocking towards the other woman. Amy was happy to oblige; it seemed that Tara was warming up nicely her shy demeanour being replaced by that of a hot, sexy witch who loved being fucked. The dildo vanished into her hole, reappearing as Amy pulled back slick and sopping with girl juice, before disappearing again as she pounded back forward. "Oh yes, oooohh, urrrrhhh, harder, faster, give it me, give it me all," grunted Tara.
"Yeah, you liking this? You liking me fucking that hot, sweet pussy of yours with this big strap-on? You want me to go faster?" Amy upped her speed, pounding deep and hard, ramming the toy vigorously down Tara’s fuckhole. With each thrust Tara was jolting and gasping, her eyes alive and her mouth twisting and contorting. "You want it hard? You want it deep?"
"Yes, ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me, ooohhh yesss, give it me Amy, give it me hard. I want that toy in me, I want it all," Tara squealed in reply, one of her hand was grabbing at her titties, fondling first one and then the other, gripping them so hard that if they were balloons they’d have popped. Her legs were round Amy like a vice, squeezing the witch as hard. Amy worked with it, ramming down, her skin sweating and red where Tara was squashing at her. The bed squeaked and rocked, the frame smacking against the wall, bang after bang.
"AAArrrghhh, yeessss, yessss, harder!" Tara’s body arched and her hand shot out at right angles like she was being crucified to the bed. Amy felt sweat trickling down between her tits and a warmth seeping through her own cunt. She went faster, thrusting into Tara, determined to fuck her as well as Willow ever did. Tara shrieked again louder, "Aaaarrrghh, yessss, aaaarggghhh!"
Amy went faster, panting with exertion as Tara screamed and came, "Aaarrrrrghhh, fuuuckkk, aaaaarrrghhhh!" Her legs spread again, stretching and straining as the orgasm hit her.
Amy pulled out, wiping a trickle of sweat from her. forehead. Tara lay still for a few seconds, gasping and groaning. Then she sat up, looking puzzled, as she realised the dildo wasn’t pounding her. Slowly a smile came across her face, "Do you want to do me doggy style. Willow always liked that; she said she could play with my boobs as she penetrated me."
Amy nodded, not going to be second place to her redhead nemesis, "Yes."
"Just not in the ass; I’m not into that," Tara said, getting up onto her hands and knees and sliding a hand under herself, spreading her cunt.
"Didn’t you let Willow do you in the butt? I know she loves doing that now…" said Amy.
Tara shook her head, "She never asked; I wouldn’t have."
"I guess Willow has moved on," said Amy coming behind the other. She briefly glanced at the tight puckered backhole, barely visible between the cheeks, she shook her head. She’d take what Willow had taken and that was pussy. She drove the toy into the front hole, Tara gasping and whinnying again as the dildo slammed in, driving apart the walls and sliding down the wet tunnel.
In and out she went, quickly giving Tara the full length so she was pounding flesh to flesh, Tara giggling and squeaking as the toy fulfilled its mission and stimulated her cunt. "Ooohhh, urrrh, yesss, give it me, give it me." Amy reached down, leaning over Tara and grabbing her titties. She began to squeeze and play with them, feeling their soft weight in her hand, moulding them like dough-balls. And all the time she continued to ram in and out of the cunt, slamming Tara so that she squealed, "Uurrrrh, aaarrrrhhh, ohhhh that’s so good, give it me, give it me all."
"You’re so hot," Amy said, "I can’t believe Willow gave you up. She must have been mad." She wasn’t lying; even if Amy wasn’t up their with Willow in the number of cuties she’d banged, since coming to LA she fucked a couple - Joyce and Faith. And whilst she couldn’t complain about them being robotic -she was the one who’d cast the spell that made them so - it meant they weren’t nearly as enthusiastic and energetic as Tara. The witch was screaming and squealing, rocking and shuddering, bouncing back against Amy and rubbing her butt-cheeks at Amy’s thighs. She reminded Amy of one of the more skilled lesbian performers she’d directed, once a spell had been cast on them – except it was Amy banging her, not another experienced porn star. "I can’t believe I’m fucking you. I’m banging hot as hell Tara MacLay."
"Aaaarrrghh yesss, yessss, harder, Amy, give it me harder. Ram my pussy, stick your dildo deep in it – yessss, that’s it, that’s it!"
Amy showed her there was more, slamming even harder into the wet twat. Tara screamed and shuddered, her body smacking back at Amy, her tits twisting in the other witch’s grasp. Harder and harder Amy pounded, sending the strap-on deep into the slick cunt, sending Tara into orgasmic delight whilst her own pussy fizzed and popped with pleasure as the end of the toy stimulated her clit under its hood. "Yes, yes, oh my God, your pussy is so sweet, it’s so hot."
"AAAArrrrghh, yesss, aaaarrrggghh, my Goddessssss, Goddesssss! Goddesssss! Fuckkkk!" Tara shrieked and squealed in ecstasy as she came again. Her back arched and her head shot up, sending her hair whirling. The bed squeaked and groaned, rattling under their hard screwing. Tara’s screams eclipsed it, "AAAAArrrrghhh, yesssss, aaaaaaargggghhh… Goddesssss! Goddesssss! Goddessssss!"
Amy was grunting and gasping as well, "Urrrrhhh, ohhhh, uuuurrhhh, ooooohhhh, fuck yes, fuck, fuck, yes, yes." Her cunt was wet and warm, waves of pleasure shooting from it and suffusing her body in an electric glow. She rammed harder, ignoring the sweat dripping from her and the aches from her muscles as she worked them to their limits, "Uuurrhhh, uurrrhh, fuck, fuck, yes, oh my yes, yes, fuck, yes, oooohhh, urrrhhh."
"AAAArrrrghhh, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh my Goddessssss I am cumming, aaaaaarrgggghhhhh!" Tara screamed bucking so hard it was like riding a rodeo bronco. Amy held on, slamming at the cunt and gripping the tits like they were reigns, slamming harder and harder. Her sweaty front slid over Tara’s equally damp back, their skins shining under the bedroom light. Tara screamed louder, "AAAArrrrghhh, aaaarrrggghh, make me cum! make me cum more!"
Amy rammed her. Tara’s yells got louder, loosing all coherence, just becoming a wall of sexual noise, "AAAaarrrghhh, ooooohhhh, aaaaaarggghh, urrrrggghhh, aaaaaargghhh!"
"Uuurrrhhh, yesss, urrrhhhh," Amy was cumming herself, her clit exploding with excitement. She stretched and relaxed and stretched again, all so quickly it was almost simultaneous. Her muscles seemed to explode and pussy was freezing and burning and electrifying all at once. "Uuurrhhhh, ohhhhh, uuuurrrhhhh!"
She dropped out and onto the bed. Tara collapsed forward, lying their panting. The pussy hole that Willow used to fuck red and weeping with cum. Amy smiled as she lay their recovering, tonight she’d fucked Tara, tomorrow she’d finally destroy Willow.
*
The Hyperion Hotel was so grandiose and opulent that it didn’t bother with a parking lot, so Dawn had to park her car a couple of hundred yards away. She didn’t mind the walk though, the evening’s heat was pleasant and it was still light enough that male passer-by’s would halt and admire her as she sashayed along the sidewalk. And it gave her a few more minutes before she saw Buffy. It had been six months since their last argument, one so bitter and violent (in words at least) that as soon as it was over Dawn had packed a bag and left before Buffy returned from patrol. They hadn’t spoken since, though she imagined that her older sister, who was such a prudish stick in the mud she probably bathed in a bathing suit, wouldn’t be jumping with joy at Dawn’s career choice. Well, fuck her, thought Dawn, I’m earning more than she ever is, I’ve got a car, an apartment and as much dick and pussy as I can handle.
She opened the door to the Hyperion. And felt like she was fourteen again. She paused, seeing the shock on everyone’s face as she stood framed in the door. There were a couple of trainees she didn’t recognise, practising with wooden swords on a roll-up mat, Rona and Shannon standing behind them – before their heads turned to look at Dawn they’d been obviously instructing the younger teens. Chao-Ahn was sitting on the sofa, a slurpee held so loosely in her hand that only Vi’s quick reaction stopped it dropping to the floor; the redhead as surprised as the others.
Dawn took a breath and stepped in. She had dressed to irritate Buffy, a tight cropped vest with no bra and shorts so tiny that any smaller and they’d be better described as a thong, high-heels to accentuate her slim legs and sexy butt. The clothing or lack of it showed her tramp-stamp and her belly-button ring – the other tattoo, just above her pussy, was covered, though if you were eagle-eyed and looked close enough you could just see half an inch of it peeking above her shorts.
Vi passed the slurpee back to Chao-Ahn and walked to greet her. "Hello Dawn," her voice was cool; that didn’t surprise Dawn – Vi always had been Buffy’s little favourite and she’d support her mentor.
Dawn grinned, she hoped confidently, "Hi Vi."
"Didn’t expect you here…" Vi said, there was a hint of a challenge and a touch of a question in her words.
Dawn met them the same way, with a shrug and a dismissive wave, "Well here I am."
"Yes…" Vi stood her ground.
Dawn smiled, "I’m guessing you’ve seen my movies." The redhead blushed. Dawn grinned wider, "Play your cards right Vi and you could get to fuck a porn star."
Vi’s cheeks bloomed as red as her hair, "What do you want?"
"Is Buffy is?" Dawn said sweetly, "Cos I hear you’re missing a Slayer and I’m here to help."
Vi looked like she was about to either cry or hit Dawn, neither of which was in the young porn star’s plans. She was about to apologise and try a more diplomatic approach, but Vi took control of herself. "She’s in the back room." She pointed to a glass door beside the reception desk.
"Thanks," Dawn said, "I’ll go see her." She gave a cocky smile, a confidence that she didn’t feel inside and walk towards it.
Behind her she could hear one of the trainees asking, "Who’s that?"
Rona answered, "That’s Dawn Summers, Buffy’s sister."
"And Buffy will not be pleased," added Vi, "Not dressed like that."
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