I, Buffy

"Oh, ohhh, ohhhh," Emily Fields bucked on the bench, her naked body still wet from her after swimming shower. One hand was gripping a tittie, squeezing and fondling her own bosom excitedly. The other was flat against the seat’s wooden slats, as if without it’s support, she’d fall flat on her side. Her head bounced back again and she moaned, "Oh, ohhhh, ohhhhhh."

My tongue continued its work, slipping in and out of her sexy slit speedily and with all the expertise a year that munching more cunt than a porn star had given me. The teen swimmer certainly seemed to be enjoying it, her body quivered and shook and her moans were both loud and on-going, a constant barrage of orgasmic noise.

And whilst she was the seventh swimmer I’d eaten since they’d trooped in from practice I was enjoying her as much as the first. Okay, my tongue might be aching a bit and my knees were sore from scraping along the floor, but I’m a Slayer – a bit of an ache and discomfort, that’s just small change when you save the world every Tuesday. And it was worth it for the pussy in front of me; Emily was tasty, her cunt oozing so much girl-juice I was literally drinking it down. She was enjoying it as well, always a plus – there’s nothing worse than a crash test dummy as you do cunny lickin’. I was almost certain she was another vote. A belief that wasn’t ruined by her wailing orgasmic cry as I hit her voting box with my tongue, making the clit quiver like a politico faced with a crying baby to kiss. I could feel her body tense as the pleasure rammed through her, racing fast and hard. She opened her mouth, "Aaaaarrrrghhh, Buuuffffyyyy, aaaaarrgggghhh."

I gave one last lap for luck and withdrew my head. My electoral agent, Willow Rosenberg, was beside her as quick as a flash, smiling the false smile of someone who wants votes and wants them bad, "Remember Buffy’s standing for Homecoming Queen this week. Do we have your vote?"

Emily nodded weakly, "Yes… of course."

Willow quickly jotted something in her notebook. I was already moving onto Paige McCullers, the girl’s swim team captain. Chatter was that she and Emmy Fields were more than just swim buddies and the jealous look on her face didn’t knock that rumour out of the Ball Park. I gave her a smile, "I’m canvassing for votes."

"So I see" said Paige dryly. She looked round at the rest of the swim team, all of whom were as a naked as a nudist convention and had wide grins splitting their faces; my tonguing seemed to have not been a wasted effort.

"Shall Willow put you down as a vote for Buffy or do you need some persuasion?" I grinned and licked my lips. Even if she hadn’t just watched me eat out everyone of her swim-mates it wasn’t hard to work out what I was offering. And looking at her, with her wet swimsuit sticking to a toned and supple body, trimmed and tightened by constant watery workouts I was praying she was wanting some persuasion before making her decision.

She obviously did. Paige stood up and peeled off her swimsuit, her body was as deliciously sexy as I had her hope, toned and tight, with tits that were firm and a tummy that was firmer – if there was any spare fat it was well hidden. Her shaven slit seemed to glimmer with wetness – not just from the swimming I was guessing. I watched as she dropped the wet material to the floor with a plop, "Persuade me then," she said as she sat down.

"Give it her Buffy." "Lick her out." "Buffy for Homecoming Queen." "Slurp her like a slut, blondes." The swim team called out encouragement and clustered round as I flicked a strand of blonde hair from my eye and bent my face towards my target.

Paige shook excitedly as my tongue slid slowly over her quim lips and over the mons. The cries and shouts of support from her team-mates continued, calling on me to do things with my tongue that would send the teen swimmer into a state of orgasmic bliss. I tried to ignore them, not cos they were wrong, but because I wanted to concentrate on the sexy juice-box in front of me and give her such a tongue fucking that her vote would be in the bag. I licked out again, a slow and sensual slither over her quivering labia and the flesh around it. Paige gave a small little moan and her hands gripped at the wooden bench, "Ooohhh, Buffy…"

My tongue moved again, touching her teasingly, running around her slit, toying with entering the wet hole, but not quiet delivering what was wanted. She moaned again, the anticipation building up within her as I tantalised, unhurriedly, almost lazily. The swim-team had broken into a chant and rhythmic clap, threatening to break my concentration. I took another lick, this time dipping my tongue at the hole, picking up a taste of teen twat – its flavouring of moist fuckhole focussed me, reminding me of the delights that I could savour if I kept my mind on the job. In the back of my mind I could hear the swim team’s calls, "Go, Buffy, go. Go, Buffy, go." But I kept my mouth on Paige continuing to roll my tongue over her hole, briefly dipping in and then out but not before she noticed.

"Oh, God, Buffy, eat me, eat me, eat me. Oh Buffy, I want your tongue in me, I want you to tongue my dirty, sexy, cunt. Eat me, eat my pussy, oh please Buffy, eat me." Paige was almost bouncing off the bench in excitement, her hands gripping and clenching as she tried to contain herself and her eyes closed, as if the sea of naked female flesh on display, combined with my licks would make her explode too early. It was time, I thought, to stop teasing and move to action. As I lapped I started to ease my tongue into her lovely, smooth, delicious, cunt. She gasped as I moved in, a deep and passionate squeal of pleasure, "Oh God, eat me, Buffy, taste me, make me cum with your tongue."

I slurped and licked, giving her the same care and attention as I’d given her eight swimming colleagues. They were still cheering us on, shouting out encouragement like I was on the last dash of the hundred-metre freestyle. I continued to ignore them, concentrating on the tangy twat in front of me. It was wet with lust, so soaked with cum that I could barely taste the chlorinated water, like lemonade with a weak touch of vodka – or so I thought if Lilah had allowed me some alcohol with my soft drinks. Paige was screaming loudly, her body shaking and bouncing so hard that she was almost drying herself tumbling. Her hands were on my shoulders, gripping them hard and keeping me in place – not that I was planning to move until she’d cum so hard she’d vote for me over Cordelia ‘the skanky slut’ Chase.

"Fuck, this is so good, oh fuck, oh fuck. Eat me, eat me all up, I want your tongue down me, I want your tongue to fuck me," Paige’s hands were gripping hard at my shoulders, if my skin hadn’t been Slayer hard I’d have been bleeding like I was in a horror movie. As it was her grip was encouraging me to slurp harder and faster, banging her sexy clit like a beach ball. She shrieked and gasped, her body straining like it was about to burst, "Fuck me, fuck me, Buffy, fuuuucckkk meeeee!"

Her words dissolved into a scream, a long drawn out cry of pleasure. Even I’d have been deaf I’d have know Paige was coming, as her entire body shook and trembled, exploding so hard with pleasure the bench banged onto the floor. Also her cum squirted all over my face.

"Mmmnn, tasty," I said withdrawing my face and leaving a naked and gasping Paige trying to control her breathing – the orgasm so powerful it swamped all the techniques she been taught for swimming underwater. I stood up and took a spare towel from Will to wipe the cum off my face. Once finished I gave a smile to the swimmers, "Remember I’m standing for Home Coming Queen. Vote Buffy for, er, um, good things?"

Willow nodded emphatically, and strengthened my vote catching slogan "Vote Buffy Summers for lots of good things,"

We left the swimmers to finish dressing, secure in knowing that at least some voters had been swayed to put an X next to B Summers.

"That went top. Yummy as well," I said, "How we doin’?"

Will looked at her notebook, "I’m not sure Melissa came and I’m sure Francie was faking, so put those two down as possibles. Tabitha used to be pretty tight with ‘the tramp’ but she’s hanging around less with the Cordettes now she’s on the swimming team – still I’d put her down as a probable. The others… you got their votes."

I frowned, I was sure Melissa had cum and I was loosing my edge if Francie was putting on those screams and cries. "So how we doing overall?"

Willow looked down at her notebook again and adding some figures quickly in her head, not even bothering to use a calculator, "I have it as fifteen votes, and another six possibles and three probables."

"Put Francie down as a vote for Buffy, there’s no way that girl was lying back and thinking of America… So how are we doing against Cordelia? Are we winning?"

"In with a shot," said Willow, "She’s been making cookies – good tactic as long as no-one eats them; latest goss is that she’s lost a dozen votes and half the Photography Club have been vomiting their lunch."

"Can we see about adding some, like, laxative, y’know go the full hog - both ends… just thinking aloud," I gave a quick smile to show I’d been doing a funny… well mostly.

After a seconds frown to show she felt that poisoning the opposition’s supporters was beyond the normal standards of Sunnydale vote rigging, Willow continued with the low-down on my opponent, "On Cordy’s plus side, Harmony’s been hitting the boy’s locker room over lunch. There’s barely a male between fourteen and eighteen who hasn’t been sucked off."

"How can you tell?" I asked.

"Y’see those ‘Vote Cordelia’ badges. Harmony gives those out if they cum in her mouth. The ‘Vote Cordy’ are if they shoot over her face," said Will.

Now I looked there were an awful lot of the Sunnydale guys sporting a badge with my frenemy ‘s beaming face plastered all over it. "Oh… it’s gonna be close. I’ve got the girls vote and she’s got the boys… unless, Will?"

"I am not blowing anyone," said Will firmly, a touch too firmly, "Anyway I am seeing someone."

"Yes, the mysterious Scarlet Pimpernel – unless is she a blonde? Or a brunette?" Will didn’t give a clue, "She’s not bald?"

"No," said Will.

"Is she voting for me?" I asked.

"We better see how Giles research into the Ascension is coming," said Will, deftly taking a sudden left turn into the corridor which led to the library. I spun on my heel and followed her, slightly sulkily, as it wasn’t like Giles had a vote.

The doors swung opened as we pushed and five faces looked up, Giles, Mrs Post and Faith from dusty tomes, and Xander and Cordelia from each other. Cordy gave a smile like the cat that’s done an armed hijacking on the cream, "How’s the canvassing going Buffy?"

"Great, thirty definite, twenty four probables and those members of the photography club who don’t have their heads down the toilets," I shot back, making the brunette so green it was like she’d eaten one of her own cookies.

It didn’t last long, "I really don’t know why you’re bothering. As I said the Homecoming Queen is the most popular girl in school, someone loved and admired, not some skinny assed blonde bimbo who’s top of the Principal’s ‘People I want to send to Juvie’ list."

"Better a skinny assed blonde bimbo than an overweight brunette with Daddy issues… er sorry Xander, not suggesting that you’re her Daddy," I noticed he was wearing both versions of the ‘Vote Cordelia/Cordy’ badges. He tried to pretend he hadn’t heard the exchange between me and his the sweetie.

Luckily, for him, before Cordy could give her planned bitchy but suckable comeback Giles interrupted, "Fascinating as this insight into how to electioneering in America is… may I remind you that something much more important is happening."

Cordy and I looked at him with blank expressions, but Xander’s thought processes, spurred on by panic, worked quicker than usual and he let out a cry of triumph, "The Ascension – thank you God… I mean, oh that’s bad, end of the world stuff."

It was kinda debatable –there’s an apocalypse coming most Tuesdays, I only have one shot at Homecoming. I was about to mention this when Mrs Post looked sternly up from her book, as if she’d just noticed I was there. Imaginary snakes hissed in her hair as stared at me, "Much as it pains me to agree with Mr Giles, he is right. If you were my Slayer I would not have you wasting your time with this flim-flam, you would be studying like Faith."

Faith looked up from her book, smiling like it was her who’d been crowned Miss Sunnydale High, "I try Mrs Post."

"You do," said Mrs Post, "Which is not the same as actually achieving anything worthwhile."

Faith blushed and went back to her book. She looked so down from Mrs Post’s retort that, if she hadn’t been auditioning for Watcher’s butt-licker of the week, I’d have felt sorry for her.

"Ahem," coughed Giles politely. After getting our attention he continued to speak, "I’ve been looking into our upcoming problem and I think I’ve found something. An Ascension is the act of rising to a higher level or power."

We all looked at him expectantly. He stared back at us for a moment or so, before taking off his glasses and giving them a particularly vigorous wipe. He put them back on the nose and stood in silence – the suspense was killing me and though I hated to ask I had to, "So what have you found?"

"I told you," replied Giles, "It is an act of rising to another level or power."

I frowned, unsure if I was having a Cordelia moment, "So Giles, just so I’m clear, you’ve been looking in the biggest collection of mystical manuscripts and forbidden texts this side of the Atlantic…"

"Both sides of the Atlantic," Giles said testily, blushing as Mrs Post gave him a look that said she didn’t agree.

I carried on, "… both sides of the Atlantic and you’ve managed to get a definition of the word ‘Ascension’. What did you do? Look up Merriam-Webster?"

"Oxford English," replied Giles, "but that’s not the point, Buffy, we know that the Mayor is ascending to another level or power."

"Great – y’think he might be running for State Governor?" I replied.

For a mo I thought Giles was seriously considering it, before he gave a little shake of his head "No, but we have so little to go on." He gave a sigh, "Look, we’ll keep digging."

I nodded, fortunately Giles always found the scoop, unfortunately it was usually just after it butted me in the face. I looked at my watch, "I gotta go Giles. You’ll be chaperoning tonight?"

"Tonight?" asked Giles.

"The most important night of the year – the Homecoming Dance," I said.

Giles snorted, but gave a small nod, "The Principal has made clear my participation is not voluntary."

"Cool. Anyways I’ve got to do some canvassing, add to my winning total," I said, heading out.

Cordelia was up and off her seat like a sprinter. I raced her to the door. There were votes to be collected.

*

"You both look very nice," said Mom. She looked appraisingly at Will and I in our evening gowns. Her eyes lingered on my friend’s low cut, and she licked her lips as she took in the way the dress clung to Willow’s hips, "Very nice."

"You don’t think it makes my butt look big?" Will turned her back to my Mom and wiggled her ass.

"No," said Mom, her gaze lascivious. She reached out and cradled my friend’s ass. Which was what Will had planned, having a secret girly fuck-bud didn’t stop her wanting a quick grope from my Mom. Mom squeezed Will’s firm cheeks harder, pushing through the satin at the flesh underneath, "I think it’s a perfect butt."

"Thanks," said Will turning back, grinning.

Mom saw her feel for the day was over and fixed me with a more Momlike stare, "So Buffy, have you got everything?"

I tapped my bag, "Money for fare, house keys, rape alarm - really Mom, y’think I need it - lippy, hairbrush, stake, throwing knife, strap-on – in case I’m lucky. Yep, got everything."

"Okay," said Mom, "Have a nice time." The goodbye kiss she gave to Will was close, the two of them rubbing against each other like a pair of bunnies on heat. Mine was a much more Momsy peck on the cheek.

We headed down the driveway and jumped into the waiting cab, "Feeling confident Buffy?"

"’ish. I mean Cordy’s been at school here since she was five, not sixteen."

"That’s a long time to build up enemies," grinned Will, "If I was a seer I’d be saying you’ll walk it, your Maj."

I grinned, "Don’t worry loyal subject," I said in an imitation of Mrs Post, "I will not neglect the peasantry once elected."

My carriage deposited me in front of the school, but any illusion of me being a princess spoilt by the driver giving me the incorrect change and Principal Snyder giving me a snarl as he ticked off mine and Will’s name. "I’ll be watching you Summers. You too Rosenberg."

We tried to look innocently at him. it was spoiled by Faith appearing, barging through the throngs of students and dropping her hand round our shoulders "B, Red, how’s it hangin’? Lehane, Faith, Mr Spider. You’re not a Doc are you? Doc S? Anyway girls – nice dresses." She had bundled us through the entrance and into the corridor before the Principal had worked out that not only was she was wearing denim and leathers, not formal, but that she’d dropped out of school way back. She marched us down the corridor to the hall, smiling broadly or scowling depending on whether it was a cheerio or a jock who gave her a passing lustful look.

We dropped down at a spare table, Willow pouring some OJ into the cheap plastic beakers as I looked at my sister in slaying, "What are you doing here? I’d have thought you’d rather wash your hair in paint stripper than attend Homecoming?"

The brunette shrugged, "Mrs Post wanted me hear. Just in case anything goes down – well anything apart from Harmony."

"Where is the bitch?" I asked.

"Over there," Faith took out a flask and added a pinch of something that was either water or vodka. She nodded at Harmony, who was standing admiring the physique of the captain of the basketball team.

"I meant Mrs Post," I said.

Faith looked round and then nodded in another direction before saying primly, "She’s not a bitch, B, show some respect, she’s my Watcher."

I sighed. Whenever the Mrs Post subject came up Faith made the Girl Scouts look like rebellious anarchists. I followed Faith’s gaze. Mrs Post was standing in an expensive dress sipping some wine. The gown fitted her well, clinging to her slim body and sliding over her like mercury as she moved. But her face remained as cold and expressionless as a badly sculpted statue. Beside her Giles stood, if it wasn’t for the hands in his pockets and the slightly bored expression on his face in his tux he looked like James Bond, an old James Bond, but still spylike.

"Hey guys," said Xander, "Can we join you?"

From the look on Cordy’s face she’d rather have sat down with a room full of zombie rats. I knew how she felt, sitting with my evening’s enemy didn’t bring out the warm and fuzzies with me either. However, as some dead Chinese guy said, ‘never do what the other gal wants you to do.’ I smiled, "Sure. It’s only Homecoming, not a biggie. I think our friendship is much more important than a crown. In fact, Cordy, good luck I’m rooting for you."

"Cut the crap, Buffy," said Cordelia. She still sat down, so quick Xander barely had time to pull the chair back for her to plonk her oversized butt-on.

He took the seat next to her, visibly sweating, "So when do they announce the winner?" I was guessing Xan wanted to time toilet-breaks to make sure he was away from any inter-table cat-fight when Cordy found I’d won.

"When they’re ready," said Cordy, who as he had led her to my table saw no reason to make it easy for her boyfriend.

Xander took the scolding in good grace, turning to Faith, "Er, interesting get-up. You go to many dances?"

Faith was already looking like she’d been stuck in a hell dimension for the last hundred years, her face doing a good impression of Droopy the suicidal dog. She looked at Xander and said wearily, "I’m undercover."

"What as?" said Cordelia archly, "Our token inner city skank? Oh, is that a ‘Vote Cordelia’ badge – I really like your outfit. I was just telling Xander we need less formality and more individuality."

I was guessing from Xander’s frown if she had said that he’d missed.

Up on stage Principal Snyder stepped, showing as much enthusiasm for the event as Captain Hook for the Tinkerbell Appreciation Society. He clapped his hands and snarled at us, looking at the assembled student body like we were a dangerous torch burning mob gathering outside Marie Antoinette’s. "It’s Homecoming. It finishes at eleven and anyone who’s hanging around after that is trespassing. Hands will be kept above the waist and mouths will remain closed for everything apart from polite, and I mean polite, conversation. I’ve got Security around to do random checks for tobacco, alcohol or drugs. And anyone who thinks it funny to impersonate Donald Duck after sucking the helium out of balloons will be in my office tomorrow. Now, here’s ‘Dingoes Hate My Baby’ and if she screeched like them I’m not surprised."

There was a round of applause as the leprechaun left the stage, but mainly cos ‘Dingoes Ate My Baby’ jumped up. They began to hammer out their set of cover versions mixed with their own stuff.

It didn’t take Faith long to mooch off, one of the security guards glanced briefly in her direction. I thought he was checking her out as a looker, but she hastily stuffed her flask in her pocket and muttered something about doing a quick patrol in case any vamps had sneaked in and hidden under a desk. The Dingos continued to wildly riff, acting like they were selling out Long Beach Arena rather than a couple of hundred students more interested in making out than gigging. But once you got used to the slight out of sync beat, the drummer just behind Oz’s guitar, they didn’t totally suck.

Cordy’s musical taste has never moved beyond whoever tops the Billboard chart and within a few moments she was ignoring the Principal’s warnings about mouths remaining closed and slamming her open one against Xanders’s. Willow took a look and snorted, "Faith’s right," she said loudly, "There’s at least one face-sucking demon in here."

Xander broke away long enough to gasp, "Where?"

"Xander," snapped Cordelia and she gripped his head, dragging him back down towards her mouth.

Will scowled, then suddenly brightened. Her hand slid over the table to mine, "Fancy a walk Buffy?"

"I’m good, bit later, the Dingoes are kinda hot musically."

"I’m kinda hot elsewhere," said Will and squeezed my hand.

I started to warm myself, a blush rising to my cheek as I got what she meant, I wasn’t normally so slow on the uptake. I stood up, "A quick walk, just while we wait for my victory coronation." My pussy was beginning to heat as well.

We sneaked to the exit and waited. Mr Snyder’s gaze was slowly moving round the hall, his head moving like a bald eagle seeking prey. He gave a hiss as he noticed some, Jonathan moving his hand a bit to high on the dance floor. Like a sprinter Snyder was across the floor, "You… yes, you…"

With his back turned Will and I were out of that hall like Steve McQueen on his motorbike – except without landing in the barbed wire. As soon as the doors were shut behind us I turned to Will, smiling, "So what happened to the ‘no fuck-buddy’ rule?"

"Who says it’s changed? I’m just going for a walk," said Will all straight-faced. As my face went redder than her hair and my jaw wiggled uselessly she giggled and put her arms round the back of my waist, pulling me close, "Kidding…"

"I knew that," I lied and slid my hands back round, "Anyway why the heart veer? I thought you were all kissy-kiss bang-bang with Miss Mysterious."

"Y’see a hottie holding me, Buffy? Okay don’t smirk, I wasn’t meaning literally. I’m here on my own, sitting at table whilst Cordelia ‘the Bike’ Chase slurps loudly at my second grade crush and even Jonathan got a date, sure it’s his Mom’s cousin’s kid on a pity dance, but gee its more action than I looked like getting. And does she say she’ll be missing me at the dance?"

"Jonathan’s Mom’s Cousin’s kid? I didn’t know you knew her," I said.

Will ignored me and carried "Or that I’m looking more stunning than an all-in nude wrestler? I mean a quick call this evening wouldn’t have been too much, would it? It’s her who wants to keep it quiet not me."

"Oh," I said, "Trouble in secreyville?"

"She’s just so… y’know… infuriatingly self-absorbed. I mean I know plenty of good-looking girls are, but she makes Harmony seem like a caring sharing charity volunteer."

"What you need," I grinned, "is a good hard fuck of Buffy."

"Just what the doctor ordered," grinned Will, "though as I suggested it the medicine is self-prescribed." Her lips touched mine and we locked, mouths open and tongues exploring. Our satin clad bodies pressed together, hands moving over the slinky material as we rubbed and massaged.

After a second we broke, "Better find somewhere more private unless you want to do it in the corridor." said Will.

"I’m up for that, but aren’t you worried about Principal Snyder…oh you weren’t being serious. I’m having total brain slowness tonight, guess I’m not getting enough quality time with my pillow." I blushed briefly and took Will’s hand as we looked for somewhere with a bit more privacy.

The first classroom was locked as was the second and third. We hit lucky with the fourth, well almost luck, as cos the handle turned as I looked through the window I saw it was occupied. Faith was bent over the desk, her jeans round her ankles and her butt red with little marks. Behind her stood Mrs Post, no longer wearing her dress, but just a giant strap-on and high-heels. As I entered she brought her ruler across Faith’s ass and looked at me crossly, "Buffy and Willow… do you want something?"

I was about to say something, but one look at the way Mrs Post was using that ruler suggested that smart-ass remarks weren’t going to win me Slayer points, so I just shook my head, "No, just doing a quick patrol, make sure there’s no vamps planning a Homecoming Feast."

"Well, if there are do you think they’d be in here?" snapped Mrs Post.

"They be too scared," I murmured under my breath, before saying louder, "No, I’ll try the girls changing room in case they’re hiding in the showers."

I opened the door to the girl’s changing rooms. It was already occupied, Harmony Kendall making a last minute play for votes from a captain of the basketball team and a couple of his friends. I’d have complained if the deadline for votes hadn’t past five minutes ago. I shut the door and looked at Willow, "Boys changing room? It’s next door"

"I never thought I’d be sneaking into Sunnydale High Boys Lockers," grinned Will, "but lets give it a go – at least Harmony can’t be plying her trade in two places at once"

I opened the door to the boys and shut it again. I won’t give details, but it’s enough to say the rumours about Larry Blaisdell’s sexuality weren’t totally wrong.

Turning to Will, I said, "You ever get the feeling God’s got a down on us. Trying to find an empty room is like trying to find a vamp in a Hall of Mirrors."

"We could try the library," Will gave my arm a squeeze, reminding me that there was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

"I guess, though knowing our luck so far, Giles and Snyder will have decided this is the time to hold an inventory of the stock."

*

The door to the library was open. That kinda surprised me, Giles is always going on about all the rare books he’s got. On the other hand they were all sort of old and falling to pieces and I guessed no self-respecting thief would be hitting school libraries on the off-chance that amongst the junk he could find something sellable. I slid a chair under the door – knowing how many horny teens would be tunnelling out of the dance I didn’t want to be interrupted - and moved over to the nearest desk. I jumped onto it and slid down my panties, "You wanna come over and do naughty things to me Will?"

"Giles, has left his cage unlocked. He never leaves his cage unlocked," Will said. She was standing next to the cage where Giles keeps his really dark spell books and other things he says are not for our eyes. In her hand was the padlock.

I shifted my dress up higher, so that my shaven slot was exposed. "Naughty nasty things, to any hole…" I turned over and lay face down on the desk, with my dress still up and my butt as naked as nature intended. I twisted back round and ending up sitting on the desk, legs spread and mouth in a Marilyn Monroe pose.

"Mmmnn, Buffy…" I could see Will was torn. My sexy body was appealing, but so was the chance to dive into to Giles forbidden texts.

I sighed, I really am too good a friend, "Okay Will, five minutes, but seriously I expect the best ass-fucking ever."

"You will," squeaked Will excitedly, "I’ll even use my fist."

"Promises, promises," I murmured and went over to join her as she headed in.

" ‘Sacrificial Blood Spells’, ‘Demonic Death Rites of the Dakari’," Will was like a kid in a candy store as she heaved through the old tomes and dusty, dark manuscripts, " ‘The Last Will and Testament of Teros the Magi’ – I thought they’d all been destroyed, ‘Satanic Rituals – Calling the Dark Ones,’ and, oh, this…"

My interest was perked by the last item that Will was holding with distaste between her forefingers. It didn’t look like a demonic instruction manual for beginners – not unless they put they in glossy covers with a naked chickie on the front cover and called them Hustler. Will frowned, "I can’t believe Giles has a magazine like this… it objectifies women as sex objects."

"Will, I’ve seen your DVD collection… if Lesbian Cheerleaders doing their Mom’s doesn’t objectify women…" I grinned.

"I am a woman, I can’t objectify myself," said Willow.

I shrugged, "Let me have a look then, I can’t objectify women either." I took the mag and settled down to have a read through, if Will didn’t hurry up and get bored it’d probably be the nearest I got to pussy all night.

Willow continued to root through Giles’ secret stash, burbling happily as she continued to read out the titles, "Necromancy of the Forgotten Age, My Travails and Travels with the Ghost Abdul Alhazred, ‘The Sexuality of Slayers – A Primer for New Watchers’, ‘Conjuring Hellbeasts’…"

My head jolted up from the cute black model with an enticingly open pink pussy, "What you say?"

"Er, just a few more minutes," said Will, "Promise."

"No, the book, what was it?" I asked.

Will looked down in her hand, "Conjuring Hellbeasts?" she asked quizzically.

"No, before that."

"The Sexuality of Slayers – A Primer for New Watchers," she said.

I hadn’t told anyone about my dream of a week ago, I mean I’d be planning to, but it had been the day Mrs Post popped up and it had kinda gone out of my mind, what with Mrs P making me and Faith patrol like we were GIs in ‘nam. But as soon as Will mentioned the name of the book I remembered Xander – sitting in my dream reading it as Will and Cordelia made out in front of him. It was probably nothing, a coincidence that the book existed or a dredged up memory that I’d seen it before in passing. I looked at Will, "Let’s have a read."

"’kay," said Will. She picked it up from the pile she’d placed it on , it was an ancient looking hardback, perhaps from the sixties or seventies, or perhaps even ancienter from the fifties. We walked over to the nearest desk, moving aside my panties from the top as we sat down, "Giles has post-itted a few pages," said Will and opened the first.

It was a plate of an old painting of an even older time. There was a young girl in it, about my age, perhaps a little older – a Roman style toga was draped half-way down her body, exposing a pair of firm looking titties with exaggeratedly pink nips. Above her an older woman was squatting, totally nude, she was peeing into the teen’s mouth while eating some grapes. Below the plate was some writing and Will read it out loud, "Candida the Slayer and her Watcher, Aelia, circa 45BC, Artist unknown – from the Council Collection."

"She looks like a Slayer, don’t you think?" I said.

"She does have a certain slutty quality," agreed Will, "I can’t see why Giles marked this page… well apart from objectifying women. You think I should talk to him – tell him of the impact his pornography obsession has on his ability to form grown up-relationships?"

"Sure, Will and you can also tell him you were sneaking around the library after a Buffy-fuck, he won’t notice the hypocrisy… much," I flicked to the next post-it.

It was one of those old-fashioned posed photographs, older even than black and white, a kinda brownie-greyie mix. A naked young woman, ‘bout my age, was on her hands and knees on a manicured lawn, behind her an older woman was thrusting into her. Around them stood a group of men, all dressed expensive and well cut suits, a few smoking pipes and cigars, others standing with notebooks and few holding either a medieval weapon or an old-fashioned sex-toy. To the modern eye it looked really strange, everyone was wearing hats – even the women. I read the words below, "Lady Estelle Hopkins-Tyler practising her skills on a potential Slayer (possibly Rose Higgins)."

"I can’t imagine Giles doing that part of the training," giggled Will.

I grinned, "He hasn’t really got the right build…" I flicked to the last post-it. This time it wasn’t a piccy, but text. The book must have been second-hand cos it was all underlined and I can’t imagine Mr ‘Don’t crease the pages’ Giles taking a pen to it.

Willow and me bent over and began to read, "As was covered in chapter three one way to identify potential Slayers is there sexual submissiveness to other woman. Whilst some potentials exhibit minor bi-sexual tendencies, this has been suggested to be a defence mechanism to allow them to fit into heterosexual society more easily. However, on being called, Slayer’s lust for women becomes overwhelming, as does there need to be ‘bottomed’ – the frequency and intensity of sexual needs also increases making the Slayer, what psychologists refer to as ‘a nymphomaniac’, (a female who expresses excessive sexual needs and actions).

"Female watchers can themselves take action to ensure that their Slayer is sexually satisfied. However, it is important that on neither side is there any emotional entanglement and that a professional attitude is displayed throughout (for example, by retaining a detached attitude during intercourse). Male Watchers will not have this advantage.

"Depending on the level of nymphomania the Slayer displays the Watcher may (a male Watcher almost certainly) also encourage the Slayer to have sexual intercourse with other women; prostitutes, show-girls and factory workers, as well as other females of low-birth are perfect for this. In the event that payment is needed the Watcher should make sure that it is for the lowest possible price and that value for money is achieved.

"During all these interactions a Slayer will remain sexually submissive, albeit often remaining both voracious and demanding that they obtain female orgasm. However, Watchers should watch out for Slayers who make moves towards a more dominant role in a sexual partnership (sometimes colloquially known as ‘topping’) – this is often a sign that a Slayer is showing rogue tendencies. Any Watcher who believes their Slayer is show ‘topping tendencies’ should report to the Council at once so that an evaluation can be conducted."

Will shut the book and looked at me, "Gee, Buffy, I didn’t realise it was in your genes…"

I shrugged and smiled, "Hey, Will it ain’t a biggie. I love being a lesbo slut – if I was made one by being a Slayer, well, it just makes up for all the sucky things that being the Chosen One brings."

"You sure?" Will looked worried, as if I’d discovered I was the daughter of the anti-Christ, not that some Watchers had written a long book which boiled down to ‘Buffy and Faith like being fucked by lots of women’. And anyway it also cheered me up, I mean Giles could be a stuffed shirt, but if all the female Watchers were as ice-cold and detached as Gwendolyn Post – banging with a professional skill, but no emotions, well I’d take Giles like a shot.

"Hon’, Will, I’m good to go," I grinned and pushed the book so far along the desk it toppled off the edge and fell to the floor, "And speaking of good and going, I think I was given a promise…"

I didn’t wait for a reply, but reached for the straps of my dress. I snapped first one and then the other. Willow licked her lips and said, "A promise is a promise I suppose."

The dress clung to me. I wiggled and it slid down to land as a pile on the floor. I moved my hands to cup my teen titties, pushing them up and running my thumbs over the firm nubs. Willow looked at me, if my face was as lustful as hers looked she must know what was on my mind.

I got down onto my knees as Willow pulled off her own dress. It dropped next to mine. I shuffled forward on my knees, helping to remove her panties and exposing her naked slit. It looked yummy, especially as I’d not eaten for ages. She’d let a little mound of red hair grow above her pussy since I’d last seen it, just enough to decorate without hiding the hole. I moved forward and began to run my tongue round her hole, sliding over the smooth skin and through the sexy red hair, soft and downy, like a sexy soft toy. Willow moaned and leant forward on my shoulders as I slid my tongue teasingly around her slit, "Oh that’s it Buffy. Show me what you’ve learned, use your tongue… you’ve got my vote."

"Well I’ll stop then and head onto to someone who hasn’t voted yet," I took my mouth away and gave her a smile.

"Don’t you dare…Anyway voting’s finished," said Will, her grin told me she knew that I was doing a funny, but one hand moved to the back of my head pushing me gently back into position. My mouth opened and my tongue darted out, still moving round her hole, leaving trails of saliva round on her skin. I slid through the small bush, making the pubic hairs straighten and flow under my tongue. The hole below was getting damper and damper, as my teasing made the girl’s girl cum come. Willow gave another small moan, "Good, that’s so good, you’re so good. Lick me proper now, eat my cunt, eat my sexy, tasty slot."

The book had said Slayers were submissive sexually and who was I to disagree, so I followed Will’s instructions and pushed my face into her warm, wet twat. My tongue slammed down, pushing deep into the hole and reacquainting itself with the taste of Will. It was as yummy as I remembered. Willow bucked and moaned, as I drove further in, her hands clenched my shoulders as she fought to keep her balance, "Fuck, yes, Buffy, fuck, yes."

I slurped and licked, ramming my tongue at her hard clit and driving my friend into paroxysms of pleasure. I gave it my all, hammering her bud like it was the only ice-cream in a desert. I knew the more I gave the more I’d get and was in a mood to get a lot. Willow squealed in excited joy, her nails gripping my flesh as I ate her to orgasm. Her cunt was washed with cum, flooding her hole and into my mouth and down my chin. I ate harder, licking greedily and pushing my face into her body, so that my nose was jammed so deep into her flesh it was bending.

Willow shrieked again, the screams high-pitched and so loud that if my rape alarm was going off they’d have drowned them, "Aaaarrrrghhhh, yesssssss, aaaarrrrrghhh."

She let go off me and staggered back, her eyes glazed with post-orgasmic bliss. After a few second she shook her head slowly and blew out a stream of air, "My God, Buff, has anyone ever said you’re the Queen of the Pussy Lickers."

"Mmmmn," I said, thinking, "It’s been mentioned." I nodded to my bag, "I’ve got a strap-on in there. Just don’t set off the rape alarm as you get it out – I tested it earlier, there’s still cracked mirrors we haven’t replaced."

"Okay," said my best friend and got out my strap-on, carefully putting the bag back on the floor. The strap-on wasn’t one of my biggest, only being eight inches – the massive pronged one that I’d originally planned to take hadn’t fitted in my bag, at least without advertising to a watchful Principal Snyder that the Summer’s girl had plans to break his no fucking on school grounds rule. I cheerfully helped Will into the strap-on, sliding the leather straps up her thighs and buckling them in position. The dildo wobbled enticingly in front of my face, making me salivate with lust. Will saw my reaction and said, "Go on, Buffy, suck it if you want."

"A bit of lube never hurts," I grinned. My mouth opened and I slowly moved my lips over the rubber. Willow smiled back and leant back against the desk, resting her ass half on the wood and half in the air. I slid my head back and forth, taking a little bit more cock each time. The tip of it pushed at my tongue and then my cheek as I moved my head round to take more.

Will gave a moan, as the haft of the toy rubbed against her already excited pussy, and the anticipation grew, "Suck it Buffy, suck my dildo with your slutty Slayer mouth. Be a submissive for me, be my slutty Slayer sub."

I moved faster, sucking harder and more intensely at the fake cock. My head bobbed back and forth, hair flying, as I sucked it like I could make it cum. I knew it was pushing at Will’s cunt, pleasuring her pussy. But it was the anticipation that did it for me – knowing that once I’d sucked and cleaned this cock, once I’d lubed it and left it soaking, once I ready and so hot and horny, that this dildo would be out of my mouth and sliding up my butt. The thought of that made me take more, swallowing the cock so deep that it was almost at the back of my throat.

Will gasped and groaned, closing her eyes and squeezing her tits, "Oh, suck it you sexy whore. Hammer your skank mouth down my dildo."

I sucked harder, slurping down the cock and covering it with my saliva, leaving it dripping with my wetness. It was well lubed and I was ready, my body quivering in excited anticipation, like a puppy as its owner placed its newly filled bowl on the floor. I pulled my head back, a trail of saliva briefly hung between my lips and the glistening dong, before it dropped to the floor. I looked at Will and she looked down at me – we were both grinning widely, sharing the moment.

"You ready for this cock?" she asked.

"I was born ready… well not born, cos that would be a bit gross, but I’m def ready now," I touched my pussy. It was damp with excitement, the cum already leaking over the lips. I took a small dot on my finger and licked it off, before giving Willow a further smile, "I’m more than ready."

"I can tell," grinned Will, helping me up, "Lie on the desk and spread those legs."

I did as I was told, sliding my legs apart so that I was standing like an upside down ‘V’ and bending over the desk . My nipples were hard, erect and stiff in excitement. They pushed against the shiny wood of the desk, sliding over the lacquered surface I positioned myself comfortably. I spread my arms out and gripped the sides, there was no way I wanted to slip off in the middle of a good anal-banging. I licked my lips and said in my most wanton tone, "I’m really, really, really ready now. My ass is crying for hard rubber cock."

"So I can tell," giggled Willow. She was in no hurry to help though, her hands slowly moved over my ass, massaging my buttocks and teasing with small squeezes and pinches. I shook in anticipation, wiggling it at her and giving small excited moans in the hope she’d take the hint and fill my hole. Will knew me too well, as she just laughed, "Good things come to those that wait."

"Good things should also come to those who are impatient for a good ass-fucking," I grumbled. However, my complaints were quickly, if not silenced, at least quietened as Willow’s lips moved over my buttocks, kissing it gently. Her tongue followed, leaving trails of wet spit over my round, firm cheeks as she licked at them. I gave a moan and a quiver, "Mmnnn, that’s good. Eeekkk! Did you just bite me?"

"Not hard," said Willow and then bit me again. It was a sensual feel, a nip against my sexy ass, a pinch that was soothed by an follow up kiss and lick. I moaned as she bit me again, slowly and sexily squeezing my cheeks between her teeth. The pain was only momentary, the pleasure as she licked and kissed more long-lasting. I gripped the desk harder, shivering and letting out little shrieks as her teeth bit at me again.

Then she stopped. There was silence, the only noise my nails scratching on the desk as I gripped it hard. I waited, my heart beating, for Willow to act. It remained quiet for what seemed an age, so long I was almost wondering if she’d tip-toed away. Then Will’s hands were on my butt, massaging it and kneading it with her fingers. I let out a satisfied moan as she pulled at the cheeks, prising them apart so that she could rub her dildo in my anal crevasse.

She gave me a small slap, "Do you want it Buffy? Do you want my cock up your tight blonde butt?"

"You know I do. You know I want you to fuck my ass. I want that rubber dong down my anal passage now, I want it so bad."

Her hands pulled harder at my cheeks and she rubbed the toy hard over my hole, continuing to tease me like I was a small child being kept from her favourite teddy. She giggled as she said, "You sure you want it? You really sure?"

"I don’t just want you to fuck me Will, I need it, I need it like a junkie needs crack, I need it like Cheech needs Chong, I need it like a burger needs fries. I need it Will, give it me."

"I get the hint," said Willow. She kept one hand on my butt, the other she moved to the dildo, using it to guide the toy to my chute.

I tensed, my back straightening up as the tip of the toy began to push into my hole. It was sore, stretching my tight slayer asshole, but it always was – my Slayer powers brought my ass back to almost virgin tightness. I gripped the desk harder, squeezing the lacquered wood and digging my nails into the varnish. "Ooohh," I gasped, closing my eyes and letting out my breath in gasps, "Oooh."

"God, Buffy, I’d forgotten how tight your ass is," said Willow. She was gripping my waist, using it to gradually pull herself forward into me.

"Give it me, Willow give it me," I said, through gritted teeth. The dildo scraped painfully up my ass, pushing aside the walls and burning at my insides. The progress was slow, like a rhino lumbering towards a watering hole, but it was constant. As the toy inched into me I could feel it stimulating my anal nerve endings, sending excited rushes of sexual gratification buckling out, firstly competing with the pain and then drowning it, until the soreness was just a hum in the background of my pleasure. I felt the full length of the toy inside me. My mouth opened and I squealed, "Fuck yes, fuck yes."

"Oh God, you are so tight Buffy. I love your ass," Willow moaned as she moved to fuck me. My ass was still so tight that she couldn’t give me the full length in a single thrust so she varied it, sometimes quick and shallow bursting my ass with speedy fucks, sometimes slow and deep – a more deliberate grinding of the dildo to far into my butt-hole. Both worked for me and Will moaned "You ass is so fucking hot. I could bang your ass all night."

"Ooooh, that’s so good, oooooohhh," I gasped. As she banged my butt I kept one hand gripping the table for balance and moved the other to rub at my wet slit. Gradually my ass stretched as the toy did its work. Will’s slow and deep and speedy and shallow ploughing moved into together, becoming a pattern of hard, fast and deep thrusts. I could feel my pleasure levels rise, the sexual joy coursing through me like a torrent. I screamed in pleasure, "Fuck me Will, fuck me, fuck me."

I was rubbing my cunt hard, sliding my fingers down the hole and hitting my clit. The orgasms from it mixed with the orgasms from my ass fucking, merging into one glorious whole. I screamed again, loud and ear-shattering, "Aaaaarrrghhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me, fuck me."

My body slithered and slid over the library desk, my sweat giving it an extra sheen, but not enough to stop my hard nipples burning with friction as they raced over the surface. The wooden desk bounced with Willow’s energetic pounding and my hand gripped it harder, squeezing so much that it almost cracked – it was just lucky the School Board had bought desks designed to last. My chin bounced on the wood, but it wasn’t that that made me scream, "Aaaaarrrghh, oh fuck, I’m cumming, fuck me harder, fuck me Will."

Will was panting behind me, slamming into my open anal passage with all the strength and skill she could manage. And that was a hell of a lot, I didn’t know who her mysterious girl was, but she was one hell of a lucky bitch and if I ever found out, I’d tell her so. Will’s hands gripped at my side, squeezing my waist and keeping me in place as she gasped "You’re so hot, so fucking hot, I love fucking your fucking hot bot."

"I love you fucking me, I love your dong in my slutty asshole, I fucking love it," I squeaked back.

Harder and harder she ploughed, ramming me into an orgasmic trance so that all I could do was quiver, finger myself and scream. The desk continued to bounce under Will’s banging and my explosive and multiple orgasms. I screamed again, "Aaaaarrghh, I cumming… aarrrrrghhhh."

There was a pop as Will pulled out. I felt a feeling of disappointment, I could have gone on for another couple of orgasms easily. As Willow panted behind me, regaining her breath, I started to straighten up. She stepped forward quickly, putting a hand on my lower back and pushing me down again, "I haven’t finished, have you?"

"Not if you haven’t," I replied.

"Relax," grinned Will. I tried, but it was hard not to react as she pushed three fingers up my ass. My eyes widened and my body tensed with pleasure as the digits went in as deep as they could go. I stifled a quick moan as Will began to move them around, working my sore and tender chute and spreading it even more than the dildo had done. I felt the orgasm well up in me again and I bit my lip to stop myself shrieking so loudly that Will might think her job was done. Luckily the redhead had no such ideas, the only reason she pulled her three fingers out was to return with four.

"Fuck," I gasped as the four fingers pushed into my ass. The pleasure was indescribably fantastic, a mind-blasting rush of pure pleasure. If there was any pain from the stretching of my ass and the scrape of Willow’s nails inside my most intimate passage it briefly raised its head, saw no hope of any notice being taken off it and went back to sleep. Willow continued to move her digits back and forth, my ass expanded, elasticating like it was designed for large objects and, y’know, after what I’d read earlier, perhaps it was.

"You liking?" asked Will as she pulled out her four fingers.

"Likin’? I’m loving," I said.

"You’ll adore this then," replied Will.

I felt her full fist enter my ass. She was right, I did. In fact I didn’t just adore it and love it, I worshipped at the foot of anal fisting. I opened my mouth and screamed in pleasure, "Aaaarrrghh, fuuuuckk, aaaarrrghhh." My shrieks continued loudly and passionately as Will’s fist pushed into her wrist and she began to wriggle it, working my hole and exploding my nerve endings. My ass stretched and heaved as she pulled back and thrust in again, her knuckles racing over my sensitive anal walls and sending them into a paradise of pleasure, "Aaaarrrghhh, fuuuckkk, fuuuuuuccckkk!"

"You want it harder, Buffy? You want it deeper? You want me to fist so much it’ll come out your pussy," said Will.

"Yesssss, yesssss, yessss," I shrieked, "I want you to fist my ass so much it breaks, I want you to rip me a knew one, I want you to wreck my asshole."

Will’s fist pumped into me, short jabs, but quick, as she battered aside the my walls opposition. Each thrust was an orgasm, making me cum and cum again, a constant wave of pleasure. I let go off my pussy and gripped the table, knowing that unless I held on I’d orgasm so hard that I be on the floor. Will’s knuckles razored over my sensitive spots, sending the orgasm whizzing round my body. I screamed and I shook, the desk jolting as my body rammed up and down on it, "Fuuuuccck, fuuuuckkk!"

As she hammered in my asshole, already stretched, open more – the walls giving up their unequal struggle against Will’s punches. Her fist moved deeper, sending me to new depths of orgasmic delight. I screamed more, banging myself up and down on the desk as I shook uncontrollably. My brain exploded, only able to process the sexual joy rushing through me and leaving the rest of it unable to do more than control my loud shrieks; "Fuuuuuucckkkk! Fuuuuuccckkk!"

"What a butt, Buffy, it’s sexy and fistably fuckable. You still feel tight round my hand and wrist," said Willow as she continued to punch into my bottom. My Slayer ass was expanding enough to let her in, but it was still fighting back, clasping Will’s wrists like a drowning man grips at a lifesaver. I could hardly complain, not just cos I was incapable of coherent speech, but because the tightness meant every tiny twitch of Will’s fist skimmed over my walls, sending messages of intense pleasure through me. And she wasn’t giving me tiny twitches either, but great, big hard pumps. I quaked in pleasure as she said "You enjoying this Buffy?"

That was like asking George Clooney whether he liked women. I opened my mouth and answered, "Fuuuucccccck! Fuuuuucccckkk!"

I was sweating, the perspiration pouring from me like a waterfall. It wasn’t the only liquid coming from me, my pussy was so damp you could have bathed in it, the girl cum dripping from my soaking front hole and down over my labia. And if I was sweating, with all the exertion Willow was putting in, my friend must have been so soaked that she could have been mistaken for a redheaded water-nymph. Harder and harder she slammed, battering my butt into a submissive state. I screamed and hollered, my sweaty body sliding over the desk, as orgasm after orgasm hit me.

"Aaaaaarrggh," I shrieked, "aaaaarrrghhh, fuuuuuccckkk, fuuuuckkk, fuuuuucckkkk!" The orgasmic blasts were intense and mind-blowing, shredding me and reassembling me like I was in a paradise. My hands gripped the desks, clenching and unclenching as I came and came again, "Aaaaaarrrghhh, fuuuuuuucckkkk, aaaaarrrgggghhh!"

The fist left my ass and Will stepped back. I could hear her panting in exertion and my own breaths weren’t quiet. After a few moments Will said, "So how was that? You enjoyed? How’s your ass?"

"Totally unsucky, yes and starting to ache, but sated," I replied. I looked at the clock, "We better head back in the few minutes for my crowning."

"Yes, your Majesty," grinned Will as we quickly dressed.

I looked round the library, the desk was out of position and Will had left Giles secret stash of books all over the place. I turned to my friend, "Why don’t you head back and get us a couple of juices? I’ll just sort out here and join you in a few."

"Sure thing, Buffy," Will clicked the strap of her dress in place and gave her hair as a quick run-through with my brush as I hunted for my panties, which I knew I’d thrown somewhere nearby, "See you in a few mo’s."

It didn’t take me long to find my panties, finish dressing, put the desk back into place, brush my hair and tidy Giles’s book back into a pile. I gave a quick look round the room, it didn’t look like two teens had just spent time anal fucking in their. I headed to the double doors and opened them.

"Darla," I gasped. It was def her, large as life and twice as pretty.

"Hello Buffy," my blonde nemesis replied and hit me in the face with a fire extinguisher.

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Emily Field and Paige McCullers are from Pretty Little Liars. I don’t own that either.

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