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I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when I returned to Sunnydale. I had hoped that everyone would be so pleased I was back they’d throw me a ticker tape parade, all majorettes twirling their batons and crowds cheering as I was drawn along in a carnival float being fed grapes by a jealous (and naked) Cordelia. I feared that I’d return to a ghost town – literally, its streets full of the undead and the few living souls banged up in their homes terrified to move between dusk and dawn. What I wasn’t expecting as I got off the greyhound bus was nada, zip, zilch… No demon gang jumped me, no cutie rushed up begging me to save her. Even the coach driver barely acknowledged me as I got off, a muffled grunt in response to my cheery ‘see ya’.
I was the only person getting off at Sunnydale, runaways from LA go somewhere more interesting than a small town in Southern California. I looked at my luggage; it wasn’t much for a summer vacation – a few new outfits, a Sweet Valley High novel and a couple of vids (one more adult than the other). I’d got a bit more in my college fund, a new tattoo and had a few fun fucks along the way – I’d also nearly got sacrificed in a demonic blood-rite by my now ex-lover, with an emphasis on the ex. If I saw Lilah Morgan again we wouldn’t be reminiscing on the good times we had. I headed over to the cab rank. The nearest cabbie looked at me as I got in his car; he looked bored and his tone was lethargic as he asked me, "Where to Miss?" "1630 Revello Drive," I replied. "Sure," he started the motor and we headed off, sitting in silence for a few minutes until he said, "You from around here? You been away for the summer?" "Yes. I was vacationing in LA," I said. "Nice," he was silent for a few minutes more before he said, "Don’t blame you from being away. Sunnydale’s been dead all summer, quiet as the grave…" I kinda had the feeling now the Slayer was back that was gonna change… I was willing to bet my lost virginity that I’d be spending my year fighting vamps and big bads in between exams and prom and that Sunnydale’s unexplained death rate would be zooming up so far that we’d be hitting slasher movie territory. Though if I was lucky I might get a quick butt-bang or two in between slayings and studying. * I opened the front door; it was unlocked – Sunnydale being one of the few places on earth where the intruders you needed to be worried about were the ones who needed to be invited in. I walked into the kitchen, Mom was at the table reading a magazine, a plate with a half-eaten sandwich in front of her. It took her a moment to realise I was there as I stood their waiting. She looked up, a flash of surprise crossing her face, "Buffy?," she stood up, her voice breaking a little as she repeated, "Buffy?" "Hi Mom," I said, trying to sound casual and not managing it, "I’m home." Mom seemed to be having equal mouth-brain issues cos all she could repeat as she walked towards me was, "Buffy… Buffy…" like she was stuck in a groove. As she came nearer I could smell her perfume and see the nipples of her bosom pushing against the sweater she was wearing. It reminded me I’d not banged anyone for… well hours; and I was as ready for my legs to be spread as a woolly sheep was for shearing. I smiled as she approached, her arms out to hug me, "I’ve been a naughty girl, I should be spanked." I put a real pout on and my naughty nympho voice was so hot I almost made myself wet. Mom hugged me close, "No you’re not, Buffy you’re forgiven, everything’s fine. I’m just glad you’re back." Which was all good, but I was still horny, and so I carried on, "No Mom, you should put me over your knee and tan my bare, sexy bottom until it’s red and ready. Then you could take me upstairs and do other naughty things to me." "No," said Mom pushing me away, but still holding my shoulders as she looked me in the face, "I’m sorry Buffy, that part of our life is over. Don’t get me wrong, the last year was fun… so much fun, but I’ve been selfish. I saw with Darla and Drusilla how thin the line between living and dying is for a Slayer. And I don’t want to see you die. You’ve got to concentrate on that and I’ve got to concentrate on being your Mom and supporting you – not a lover and fucking you." "You can do both," I said. She shook her head, "I can’t Buffy, I really can’t." "You can’t…" I said slowly. I stepped back, letting Mom’s hands fall from my shoulders. She was wrong – she could have done both, I could have managed. But she was right – the last days of summer had reminded me, slaying is a killer and long-term relationships will never last, not when you’ve got to save the world or die trying. If Mom carried on fucking me, I’d break her heart as a lover and I would also do it as a daughter. No, she was right better I just broke her heart as her little girl. I paused, "Yeah Mom. It was fun, but we need to move on. Let me give Will a call and tell the gang I’m back." * I didn’t get to see my friends that night. Mom decided to start our new relationship on the right foot and forbid me to go out. So all night I found myself being quizzed on my summer. Seeing that Mom had got all Momsy I edited the highlights of being a high-class escort to a psychotic lawyer and hinted it was really all just waitressing and long walks down Hollywood Boulevard trying to sport a famous star or two… I breezed into the library – term had only started a couple of days ago so it wasn’t yet full of studious students scribbling rude limericks in books or wondering why Sunnydale High a copy of the Necronomicon, but not an annotated copy of Hamlet. "Hey guys," I grinned dropping my bag on the nearest desk and jumping up to follow it. I swung my legs and grinned at Will, Giles, Xander and Cordy, "Miss me?" "Buffster," said Xander. His arms enveloped me in what was either a close hug or a serious attempt to finish me. I squawked a little and flapped my hands (my arms being pinned to my side). He blushed and stepped back, "Good to see you Buffy." "Buffy," said Cordelia, less cordially giving her boyfriend such a glare that he went red, murmured something and looked at his shoes. "Hey, Buffy welcome back," grinned Willow, "We missed you, not in needing you to fight vamps way, we managed that really well on our own. Okay quiet well… there may be a nest in the old mansion near the park we haven’t got round to yet, but we’ve been staking the others left, right and centre. But we missed you as in ‘I really would like to speak to Buffy and tell her this joke I heard’ or ‘I really would like to go to the Mall with Buffy and sip a cappuccino while we decide what movie to go see’." "Hey, Will, I’m back so we can do all that… in fact let’s hit the Mall tonight and afterwards I’ll dust that mansion. How’s that sound?" I grinned and Will nodded enthusiastically. I looked at Giles. He polished his glasses, "Welcome back Buffy. I’ve been looking at your training schedule and think we ought to increase the amount of time you spend on stamina training and a bit more time on staves as well." He rubbed his glasses some more – I could tell he was glad I was back. I nodded, it was good to be home, "So any big bads? threats of apocalypses? What’s the plural of apocalypse? Apocalypi?" "Its been remarkably quiet since you… um finished Darla," replied Giles, "There’s been the normal small scale activity, a few vampires and demons passing through, but really remarkably quiet." "Too quiet," said Xander as if he was leading a patrol through the jungle, "I don’t like it." "Quite," replied Giles pompously, "There’s like demonic plots to put students off doing their summer assignments… Xander." Xander looked guilty and Will smug. I made a mental note to avoid Snyder until I’d talked Will into giving me a quick primer on the history of the French Revolution and helped me with my Math – both of which I’d kinda forgotten about with being a teen runaway and all. Giles wasn’t yet looking in my direction and asking me had I handed in my essay on Madame La Guillotine yet, but I figured it was still best to move the conversation onto safer ground, "Any good sales on when I’ve been away? LA has some boutiques to die for…" "You better be getting to class," said Giles, though the clock on the wall suggested we’d only be late if we hopped slower than a one legged sloth. However it gave me the chance to quickly head with no tricky questions about school-work that I was planning to do. I skipped to the door, but just as I reached it Giles gave a quick call, "Buffy!" I turned, putting on my most charmingly, innocent, butter wouldn’t melt smile, "Giles?" "Remember training after school. I want to make sure your reflexes haven’t atrophied over the summer?" "Huh?" "Atrophied - wasted, good grief Buffy doesn’t anyone teach English in this place," Giles shook his head in despair. I grinned, "I dunno, I’ll ask the school’s librarian." I skipped out, with Willow beside me and a canoodling Xander and Cordelia behind. * After my wild LA vacation I had hoped for a quiet Sunnydale. There’s a saying about being careful what you wish for. My first night at home was great, apart from the no-sex with Mom rule that been introduced. My second night was tolerable and at least I got to hang with Will and Xander whilst I staked some vampires and caught up on our vacations (Xander’s seemed to involve making out with Cordy a lot and Will’s was a mix between techno-geekery on the computer and reading nerdery with books by dead white guys). In return I gave them a potted history of my own LA break, though whilst admitting to some girlie fun I censored the number of the threesomes, if only cos a drooling Xander is a sight less pretty than a slime demon in heat. By night three it was getting a bit boring, no vamps seemed to be abroad and with no-one to warm my bed (and butt) I was having to keep my legs crossed to stop me jilling myself in Geography. By the end of the week and no end of the world in sight I’d have banged my own grandmom, if she wasn’t seventy and in a home. The only consolation was that Giles hadn’t been kidding when he said he was planning to work on my stamina. Sit ups, press ups, chin ups, everything ups, followed by weights, vault, bars and then jogging, swimming, rowing finishing with every Japanese fighting style known in the West; and some that weren’t. He was right though - I hadn’t wasted the summer, not exactly, but I’d let my skills and fitness slide. But the good thing about being the Slayer is that it doesn’t long to hit the peak again. By the end of the week I might have been more bored than being forced to sit through an Venezuelan soap without subtitles, but was so sharp I could have taken down the a whole demon choir with nothing but a teaspoon. I deflected the last of the throwing knives with the palm of my hand, sending it flying into a wooden book shelf. Giles picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Very good, Buffy. Much better than yesterday. If there are any vampires around… well they better watch out." He picked the knives up from the floor before walking over to the shelf to pull out the final one. He pulled at it; it wouldn’t come. He pulled again, "Um, yes, Buffy once the forces of darkness return they don’t stand a chance… er do you mind?" I pulled the knife out and handed it to him, "Do I get a cookie?" "I have an apple," he replied, pulling a rosie red specimen from his pocket. I bit into it as Willow looked up from the book she was reading, "Isn’t it the student who is supposed to give the teacher the apple?" "I’m not traditional like that, me and Giles we’re a couple of radical hip young… youngish… vaguely middle aged… old before his time… where was I?" I grinned and took another crunch. Giles snorted, "I have you know…" then he gave a sigh and shrug, "what’s the use, you’ll just make fun of me again." Will grinned at me and I grinned back, before turning to Giles, "So do you want me to do anything else? Or am I fit for the Slayerlympics?" "I think that’ll do for the night," answered Giles. He stretched his throwing arm, wincing as he cricked his shoulder, "I’d ask you to do a patrol, but forgiving the pun, the place is as quiet as a graveyard so can I suggest you have an early night." "Or," said Willow, "we could go to the Bronze." "Early night reading books or not so early night dancing like I’m crazy… um, tough choice," I said sliding my arm through Willow’s and heading towards the exit of the library. "Try and get home before midnight," shouted my Fairy Godfather in a tone that suggested he thought this was as likely as Harmony getting to Yale. * "I’m bored," I slumped down in my seat and looked onto the dance floor. Cordelia was moving with a pained expression, which I wasn’t sure was because the rapidly gyrating Xander Harris was an embarrassment or because in the middle of his wild wiggling he’d stamped on her foot. In either case the Bronze on a Thursday was as exciting as a Snyder lecture on sexual abstinence. Up on stage Dingoes Ate My Baby were hammering away at their guitars – almost in time – whilst the few cuties on display hugged their boyfriends closer than a vamp snack. I tossed a mat in the air and caught it behind my back, "I’m bored and I’m single." I looked hopefully at Willow, who was sipping her coca-cola, whilst tapping her finger on the table and humming to the beat of the Dingoes. She was looking across the dance floor in a world of her own. I repeated my words, "I’m bored and I’m single," just as my foot accidentally swung into her shin. She turned "Sorry Buffy. I wouldn’t worry about it being quiet. Once we start getting this term’s assignments you’ll be wondering where the time went." She gave me a smile. "I can hardly wait," I muttered under my breath before saying aloud, "We’re buddies right?" "Yeah, sure Buff, you know that," Will looked puzzled. "Well since you’re single and I’m kinda temp between fucks what about becoming fuck buddies?" I asked, feeling my horny libido kick in at even the thought of an anal pounding. Willow blushed slightly, "I would Buffy, you know that, if it would help. Except I’m kinda seeing someone…" "Really…" I quickly decided that surprise prob wasn’t the reaction Will was looking for and quickly changed my tone to excited interest, "I mean… Really? Who?" Willow looked discomforted, going red and looking at the dance-floor for a moment before turning back to me, "I can’t really say, it’s a bit, y’know…complicated." "Go on who is she? It is a she isn’t it?" I said, "It’s not like you’ve gone all groupie for Oz or Devon or the boys from the band is it?" "I guess you could call her female," said Will before realising that she was coming over a bit too secretive for Sunnydale where mystery others usually turn out to be looking for more than getting past first base, "It’s not like it’s a vamp or anything. It’s just… look let’s go find you a date - there’s got to be someone in here you like." Without waiting for a reply she jumped off her stool and pulled me up after her. I didn’t fight and allowed her to drag me over to the bar. There were a number of girls lined there, but it was obvious most were with significant others. Only two were leaning against the bar and letting their gaze dart around, a sure sign of talent eying up. The first was about my age or a little younger, but with buck teeth and acne – the type of girl you bring home to your Mom to scare her. The second was def older, perhaps late twenties, attractive with dark hair and the sophisticated taste to be sipping a whiskey. Me and Will paused as we looked them both over, letting our lesdar do its work. I grinned as buck-teeth ignored me, whilst the other woman gave me an apprising glance and a small smile. Will was already heading towards her, gripping my arm. She stopped in front of the cutie, "Have you met Buffy yet?" she said, pushing me forward. "No," said the woman, holding out her hand to stop me staggering into her, "Robin Scherbatsky." I turned to introduce Willow, but she was gone. Robin smiled, "Nice trick of your friend. I have one who does something similar." She was kinda good-looking and if Will wanted to leave me with her, well I could see Robin’s chest moving as she breathed so she wasn’t undead. And if she was another type of demon, she was a cute one. I decided I might as well stick around and see where it went, "So you from round here?" I asked. She shook her head, "Canada originally. But no I’m here from New York. I’m a TV journalist." "Here on vacation?" I asked. "No, on a story. Perhaps you could help?" "Sure," I replied, hoping the story was about California girls and multiple orgasms, though guessing there could be another reason for a big-shot journo coming down to Sunnydale "I’ve been looking at the reports on Sunnydale. For a town this size it seems to have a lot of unsolved murders and mysterious disappearances – to say nothing of people being reported dead, turning up again and then vanishing into the ether. You notice anything?" Robin looked at me quizzically. I had two options. One was tell the truth that we were camped on a Hellmouth and the death rate was cos the place was populated with dozens of hungry vamps. Now it might get me some brownie points in and help Robin win the Pulitzer. Or more likely she’d back slowly away from me, whilst reaching for her phone and hoping it had a friendly shrink on speed dial. I went for option two, "I’ve not heard of anything. Place has always seemed really safe to me, just a typical slice of small-town America." I smiled charmingly, ready to change the subject, "I love this band, want to dance?" Robin looked disappointed, hopefully not at me and wistfully said, "You know everyone is saying the same thing… about what a great town this is and they’ve not heard anything. I’m starting to think that someone must be playing with the statistics." I nodded, "Lies, damn lies and all that jazz." I paused, letting my comments about the truthfulness of statistics sink in. I gave it long enough for her to think it through and decide I was a bright blonde with brains, before repeating, "You want to dance?" To my sorrow she shook her head, "I’m not a dancing girl." She pointed to an empty booth in the corner, "We could go and make out though." "Works for me," I grinned. She drained her drink and we headed over to the booth. I slid in, running my ass over the leather seat and positioning myself so that I was half-turned to meet Robin as she followed me in, crushing against me. She grinned as I slid my hand over her legs, rubbing my palm slowly over the denim; "You look like you’ve done this before…" "Made out in the Bronze… once or twice," I agreed and moved my face to hers. We connected, our lips opening as we touched, moulding and mouthing against each other as our tongues flickered around and into each other’s mouths. I kept one hand on her thigh, rolling up and down, feeling the sexy shape beneath my fingers and palm. The other hand I slid up her chest, popping a button as I neared her bosom and sliding my hand under her blouse. The bra felt silky against my skin, but not for long. I pulled it down, leaving her titty free from me clasp and squeeze; the nipple hardening from my attention and pressing into my hand. "MMMnnnn," moaned Robin as I moved my mouth from hers and down to her neck, kissing and suckling the skin long enough for her to take in some breathes. And then my mouth was back on hers, my tongue penetrating into her, probing and pushing at her tongue. Her hands were not still. One was behind my back, pushing up my sweater and sliding under the light wool to move up and down my back, her fingers slowly bouncing over my vertebrae as she massaged my back. The other hand was on my front, moving just above the top of my pants and tracing a little sexy pattern just below my belly-button. We broke for oxygen, both of us gasping in air as if we’d just dived to the bottom of a sea. The break only lasted for long enough for us to restock our lung capacity, then we dived back against each other, our mouths and tongues clashing and our hands clawing desperately at each others clothes as we sought to get a touch of flesh. Robin was massaging me front and back as I gripped her titty, squeezing and playing with the plump piece. But with my spare hand I wasn’t massaging her, but opening the top of my pants. I popped open the button and slid down the zip, leaving space for Robin’s hand. She hadn’t noticed I’d undone myself, not until I took hold of her hand that was tickling at my tummy and slid it down. She halted her tonguing for a second, surprise in her eyes as she felt the elastic of my underwear. I pulled my head back and grinned, "Want to finger-fuck my cunt, Robin?" I giggled, "cos its looking for some Canuck digit." "Always ready to jill off a good-looker," replied Robin. Her mouth came down on mine again, though this time it was accompanied by two middle fingers moving into my slit. I pulled my head back and moaned as her fingers ran into me, stimulating my passage and sending shivers of enjoyment up my body. Robin’s lips moved to my throat and she began to kiss their, her mouth moving down my neck to bite at the top of my shoulder. I moaned, enjoying the pressure of her touch: teeth and finger. Her movements became quicker, hitting at my clit and making me juice like an orange, "Oh God, Robin, that’s good, finger fuck my sexy twat." On the dance floor people continued to dance, no-one was interested in us making out passionately in the corner… I moved my hand and began to undo Robin’s jean buttons. She fingered me faster, her teeth and tongue playing more seriously at my neck. I took that as approving my move. I pulled aside her panties and slid a finger up her cunt; it was already wet and my digit slid in with ease. As she pushed and prodded at me I moved my own finger around, twirling and probing round her wet cunt making her shiver with excitement. I slid and moved, quickly exploring the hole until I found base. Robin moved her mouth up form my neck, the lips twisting into an ‘O’ as I began to touch the clit, "Fuck Buffy, fuck…" "I know, I know," I began to jerk my finger in and out of her cunt hammering at her clit as she hit me back. Even in the low light of the booth I could see her face contort with passion, a primeval expression, animalistic in its intensity. Mine was the same, a thin line of sweat forming on my forehead as the clit banging heated my body. I gave a low moan, gritting my teeth to stop the noise exploding out of me like a siren on a runaway train. "Oh, oh, oh," Robin’s moans were guttural, so low in tone that I was probably the only one who could hear them above the boom of the Dingoes music. It was her shudders that risked bringing attention to us, her body was moving and quivering so hard it was like she was having a heart attack, banging at the table and the seat so hard they bounced on the floor. And I wasn’t still either, panting and quaking as Robin’s fingers brought me to fruition. The only way I could stop from shrieking so loud the whole Bronze would have heard was to thrust my face down into Robin’s shoulder and scream into her. It took major willpower for me to push her back, getting her finger out of my cunt. I slid my own digit out of her and licked it, "Want to get some fresh air?" "It is stuffy," said Robin. We stood up and straightened our clothes, before casually heading towards the back-door. I opened it and stepped out into the alley. A couple of teens had been snacked on before summer out here; I didn’t tell Robin that, I didn’t want her journalistic instincts overcoming her mood for hot, horny Buffy fucking. She closed the door behind her, giving us privacy from any nosy pervs from the club, "Where were we Buffy?" "You were about to lean against this wall, whilst I went down on you," I said. "Yeah, so we were," said the foxy journo. I dropped to my knees and reached up to her jeans. She had rebuttoned, but not done the zip up and it was the work of moments to undo her again and slide the denims down to her knees. I moved my face forward and swung my tongue into her quim to lick up my favourite meal – fresh pussy juice. I savoured the warm, tasty, girl-cum – a slight hint of rye in the taste, enough to give it a dusky, erotic flavour. I pushed my tongue in further, slowly and seductively working it down her damp hole. I was in no hurry and she was yummy enough that I wanted to get a full drink cunt juice, no just a small taster. Robin groaned, pushing herself against the wall, "Oh God, fuck, oh God… oh, oh, oh." Her hands shifted to my head, running my hair through her fingers as I touched her twat. I kept my licks slow and gentle gradually warming up her hot pussy and teasing it into further wetness. She continued to moan, slowly moving up and down so that she ground her lovely slit against my mouth. I slid my tongue in and out, tantalising her clit with brief, light touches. Robin shook as my tongue pleasured her, her moans getting louder as the excitement rose within her, "That’s it Buffy, eat me, fuck, fuck, fuck, lick my cunt, Buffy, lick it hard." Her hands stopped playing with my hair and began to press at the back of my head, encouraging me to go forward. I took the hint and shot up a couple of gears, ramming my face into her cunt and thrusting out my tongue hard and fast. The journo squeaked and shivered as my tongue went into her deep tunnel. I moved my hands up and gripped her ass, squeezing at the naked cheeks. Robin’s body was quaking and quivering, shaking as I pushed her into a paradise of orgasmic pleasures. She gripped the back of my head strongly, continually pulling me into her sexy slot, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Buffy, fuck, fuck." Robin tasted incredible, it might have been my week long celibacy had made me forget the tastiness of girl cum, but she was as yummy as any twat I’d remembered drinking. And she was juicy as well. Her cunt was filled with cummy honey, dripping from her walls and perforating my tongue as I licked, the excess dripping out of her hole and down my chin. No matter how much I lapped down my throat, the flavour exciting my taste-buds, there seemed to be more and more. Gushing and flooding with each orgasm, exploding down her pussy in tasty torrents. I licked harder and harder, driving my tongue at her clit. She screamed and squealed, her hands shooting away like an electric current was passing between us. Her body hit at the wall, bouncing against it as the orgasm turned her into an exploding rag doll. "Fuuuccckkk," she screamed, "Fuuuucccckkk!" I pulled slightly back and looked up, licking my lips so that I didn’t waste any of sexy nectar. I grinned, "You enjoy?" "It was worth coming to Sunnydale for," replied Robin approvingly, "Want me to return the favour? I’ve got a toy you’ll enjoy." "Yes… please," I said remembering my manners. Robin reached into the inside pocket of her jacket and pulled out a small four or five inch dildo, "A girl’s best friend," she said. I thought a girl’s best friend should be a lot bigger, this was more like a girl’s casual acquaintance, but even a casual acquaintance can be fun to catch up with now and again. I stood up and undid my pants, pushing them down to my ankles. I walked, (or hopped) over to the wall. Leaning forward I wiggled my ass and dropped my underwear to join my pants. "That’s one hell of a cute ass," whistled Robin appreciatively, "You keep in shape." "I have a pretty tough work-out routine" I lent forward, putting my hands against the wall and pushing my sexy ass up and out, "You wanna work my butt…" "I’m going to guess this isn’t the first toy that your backdoor has taken," said Robin, moving behind me and running her fingers over the naked skin. "No, nor the biggest," I said, "but you know people say a dildo in the ass is worth two under the bed." "I’m sure they do," Robin murmured. A hand squeezed appreciatively at my cheek, her nails dug into me. I turned a squeal of pain into a moan of excitement as even as she gripped she began to use the small dildo to trace small, sensual patterns over my cheek and up the tramp stamp on my back. Slowly the dildo followed the outline of the tattoo; the cool touch of the plastic a promise of pleasure. Robin leant close to me "Liking this Buffy?" "Mmmnnn yes, sweet," I purred. The dildo moved from my lower back to between my ass crack, following the groove down without sliding between the cheeks. It was still enough to make me quiver with anticipation and say, "Getting sweeter." "And yet more?" Robin asked. Her hand, which had been fondling my butt, moved round to my front to stroke at my shaven slit. I nodded and gave a small moan, "Even sweeter." Robin continued to slide the toy down my crack and over my perineum, slow, sensitive, sensual. At the same time her middle finger entered my slit, playing around until it reached my clit. I gasped in pleasure, scraping my hands at the wall as Robin’s finger continued to touch and stroke my special spot, sending slivers of excitement up me, "MMMMnnn, it’s getting even better… oh that’s it." The dildo slid back up over my perineum and back to my ass. Except this time as it slid between the cheeks, prying them apart as it came to my back hole. I moaned as Robin moved the toy in. My ass had tightened without regular use and it fitted more snugly than I thought it would. My back muscles tensed and straightened as I rippled with pleasure as Robin moved the dildo in as far it would fit, twisting it and wiggling it within me so that tip pushed hard at my walls and nerve endings beneath them, "Uuurrrhh," I moaned, "Sweetest of all." "You’re all wet, Buffy," teased Robin. She bent her finger and tickled at my clit. I groaned and bucked as her finger-tip ran over the little lump, the nail scraping at it and sending shivers of pleasure arcing up my body. Robin smiled, evidently enjoying the moans I was making, "You’ve got a wet, juicy cunny Buffy. Let me make it even wetter." She pulled the dildo back, before pushing it in – quickly working up to speed. At the same time her finger stopped massaging and tickling my clit and she began to bang against it, pushing my sexual bud into the pussy wall surrounding it. She moved into a rhythm, slamming finger and toy in at the same moment and making me buck with lustful joy. I gasped, "Ooooooh, oooooh, oooohhh, fuck, fuck, fuck; fuck me with your fuck finger, fuck your fuck toy with your…er fucking toy." "Getting wetter," teased Robin, thrusting harder. The finger hit my clit again and again, bruising and bashing at it and sending me screaming with ecstasy. In my ass the dildo went in faster and deeper, making me fear several times that it would become lost in my back-hole. But Robin never lost her grip, keeping the dildo tight as she rammed into down my back chute. I could feel myself shaking with pleasure, my insides jumping and leaping as the orgasmic waves gratifyingly broke within me. "Come on, Buffy, let’s get you soaking with girl cum," said Robin. I shrieked in pleasure, feeling cum swamp my pussy and splatter out as the digit jammed in. Harder, harder - I could feel my ass stretch as Robin worked the toy as, not content to go straight up and down, she moved in from side to side, twirling and thrusting at my walls. The pleasure grew as finger and toy worked together, like a sexual rock band beating out a harmony in perfect unison. The waves of pleasure, intensified, explosive rushes of pure bliss that made me quiver and cry. "Fuuuuccckkk, fuuuuccckkk," I screamed, the yell so high-pitched I could feel my vocal chords stretching like elastic about to break, "Fuuuuucccck, fuuuuucccckkk, fuuuuucckkkk!" The orgasms which I had been enjoying before merged together in a symphony of pleasure, an explosion of unparalleled joy, "Fuuuuuuuuccccckkkkk…" I remained panting against the wall for a moment as Robin pulled back. Then slowly I bent down and pulled up my underwear and pants as Robin, the dildo that had been up my ass sticking in her mouth, buttoned her own jeans. I reached forward and taking it out of her mouth, ran my own tongue round it. She looked on smiling as I licked it clean, before handing it her back. She smiled "You can see why it’s a friend." "I’m always making new ones myself," I nodded. Robin looked at her watch, "Sorry to leave you, but I’m going to make a move; if there’s nothing happening in Sunnydale I’m going to try and catch an early flight back to New York tomorrow." "No biggie, have a good flight and it was fun meeting you," I lent forward and kissed her cheek in goodbye. A little early as I then had to open the door back into the Bronze, follow her along the corridor and then give a second farewell kiss to the cheek once we reached the main dance floor. And then she was pushing through the crowd and was gone and I was looking for Will and Xan. It didn’t take me long to notice them, the two of them sitting with Cordelia at a table next to the floor. Cordy and Xan were in deep conversation, or at least Cordy was – Xander kept opening his mouth to say something only for his girlfriend to cut across him as if his opinions and comments meant as much to her as a politician’s election promises. Willow looked up as I approached, relief evident in her face, I could tell she enjoyed spending time with Cordelia and her pet pup about as much as I enjoyed listening to a droning lecture on the geography of Iceland. "Hey, Buffy," she called out, "Enjoy your dance?" I sat down, ignoring Cordy’s glare that she was no longer the centre of attention, "Y’ know me Will, I love to dance… we did the grim fandango in the alley outside. Not as energetic as I like, but still a fun-work out." A sliver of drool slid down Xander’s mouth and I made a mental note to be a bit more cryptic with my metaphors as Cordelia nudged him in the ribs so hard he nearly fell off his chair. She looked at me with a venomous gaze that reminded snake demon which had tried to eat me last year, though with slightly better looks. I gave a smile and she returned to her conversation "As I was saying before Miss "I give it away for free" showed up again I’m expecting full support when I go for Homecoming Queen later this year. I expect that slut Michelle to challenge me, and that no-hoper Holly, though why she should bother is beyond me – she’s got less chance of winning that you Willow. Anyone else…" "Darla," I said. "Don’t be stupid Buffy, you killed her," said Cordelia, "or at least rekilled her." "No, Darla, over there," I pointed at her heading into the crowd of dancers. It was my luck that in few seconds between me noticing her, pointing and my friends (and Cordelia) turning their heads she had gone between realms of dancing teens. "It can’t be Buffy. I mean I don’t like agreeing with Cordelia… especially about…well anything. But she’s right – the last time you saw Darla it was stake and pouff, disappear time," said Will. "For both of you," added Xander, still smarting over my summer vacation. Then a smile appeared on his face, "Dancing in the alley…" He grunted as Cordelia’s elbow dug in with a practised swing. "No guys," I stood up, "It was her. I’d know that blonde bitch anywhere." I headed onto the dance floor, shoving my way through the gyrating dancers and learning a few new cuss words. I got through them just in time to see her heading towards the Bronze’s back door, to the alley I’d been in only a few minutes ago. I’d have caught her before she reached it if a jock hadn’t chosen that moment to step in my way and demand a dance, and I think he might have been using dance in the same metaphorical sense as me. By the time I pushed him out of the way Darla was gone. I sprinted down the corridor and opened the back door of the Bronze. The night air seemed cooler than it had a few minutes ago and the alley darker. I stepped out, my Slayer senses tingling, but not sure why. I looked up and down the alley – there was no sign of Darla. But I could see why my senses were tingling – a brunette was leaning up against the wall, drinking casually from a bottle of beer and alternating sips with drags on her cigarette. It wasn’t that which got my Buffy sense going, but the three vamps walking towards her. "Trouble," I said to Xander, Willow and Cordy. "But on the bright side, it’s not Darla trouble - I said you didn’t see her," said Cordelia, before clutching Willow’s arm, "We’re going to die aren’t we?" "No-one going to die who hasn’t got fangs," I reached into my jacket and brought out my ‘Girl’s best friend’ (or at least second best, I had a ribbed dildo at home which was probably my bestie). I walked towards the vamps, two of them had stopped by the drinking brunette who didn’t realise she was in mortal danger, the other one carried on walking towards me. I smiled, "Hey guys, I know I’ve been away, but this is my playground and I’m gonna have to ask you to leave." The nearest one to me, an ugly brute who wouldn’t have been many people first’s choice as a beau when he was alive smiled, "We got a message Slayer." "Really, what is it? I haven’t won a Caribbean Cruise for two, cos I’m just back from vacation and don’t need another." "It’s to die, Slayer," he jumped towards me. "Jeez, what ever happened to say it with flowers," I said and dived under his outstretched arms. It would have been easy to stake him, but that would have wasted precious moments and I needed to get between the other two vamps and the brunette before they snacked on her. Ugly looked surprised that I wasn’t crushed between his paws. He looked even more surprised when Xander hit him with a piece of wood, Cordy screamed and Willow started casting a spell – the bunny rabbit which hopped from behind one of the bins was a nice touch if not what she had probably planned. Still, I knew I didn’t need to worry about my friends, they’d keep Ugly out of biting range long enough for me to save the day and rescue the girl. ‘cept she didn’t really look like she needed rescuing. One of the vamps was already on the floor, the roundhouse kick she’d delivered to his face sending him across the alley, hitting the wall opposite and crashing down to the floor. I ran over and staked him as he was struggling to his feet. And he was the lucky one, the brunette was giving the other vamp a real beating, slapping and kicking him round like he was a small kitten and she was a rottweiler. She looked at me, "It’s okay I got it; you’re Buffy, right?" The vamp grabbed her from behind and she shot her head backwards, the back of her skull smacking him hard on the nose. She twisted round, gripping his arm and flipping him like a burger, "I’m Faith." Before I could say anything in reply she took my stake, "Can I borrow that?" The stake hit the vamp in his heart, for a second he stood transfixed and then he vanished into ash. Faith turned to me and passed me back my ‘second best friend’, smiling as she said, "Thanks B, I couldn’t have done it without you." I nodded, still wordless and turned to deal with Ugly. Just in time to see Xander stake him, to the cheers of Cordelia and Willow. Some nights, I guess, I’m just surplus to requirements. * Robin Scherbatsky is from ‘How I Met Your Mother’. I don’t own that either. *
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