31 Days of Summers

Dear Diary

Sorry didn't write you last night, had other things happening.

You may think that vamps and demons are uber-hard killing machines. Turns out with a bit of rain they're scared they'll do a Wicked Witch of the West and melt or, like Spike and Angel, scared their hair-do will be ruined. So as there was a torrential cloud-burst Buffy and Giles had given everyone the night off.

Trouble is that it was raining and no-one had any money, so it turned into a Slayer mopeathon in front of the TV (though Willow and Kennedy snuck off sometime after the Jeopardy started). Thinking about them getting down and dirty and then Xander and Andrew's big cocks I was wishing I could do the same, but it would have been too obvious if I'd winked at one of them and then we both vanished. Even Buffy might realise I wasn't painting my nails.

With no chance of even a quickie I was as horny as anything when I went upstairs with Vi to bed. Seeing that she looked as horny as me I suggested a bit of self-pleasure might be order before shut-eye. She agreed and soon we were sitting on our beds opposite each other, our night-shirts up round our waists and our pussies wet as we massaged them with sex-toys.

Vi's cunt looked so lovely, that I asked if she wanted a hand in toying it. She blushed and nodded. Next thing we're locking lips and toying each other's twats, sliding the dildos deep into slick slots. I gasped and shuddered in pleasure as she made me came, and then I showed her what a pussy licking could do for her. It could do a lot, she had to shove a pillow over her face to stop her squeak and squeals waking everyone else. She returned the favour and I found I was biting the pillow as well as her licks sent me to orgasm heaven. Afterwards we got into her bed and kissed and cuddled and fondled each other until we were so tired we slept.