Ship of Fools

‘The Night is Neutral’ the name of the book came to Faith. She had been trying to remember the name of the old Slayer training manual all day and it came to her like a flash from no-where. She smiled, as she thought about it. Sitting in an old classroom as she was lectured; demons hunted in the dark, but against a well trained predator – a Slayer, there was no protection. The night couldn’t protect them from a well timed strike or a sudden ambush. It was ironic, that most demons were now as happy in the day as the night – only a few such as vampires - found the blackness more appealing than the light. It was Faith who now hunted in the dark, aware that she was ranged not only against the legions of hell, but all humanity who had become their unknowing slaves.

She paused, even if most demons preferred the day the park was almost empty of people. Even without the odd rogue vampire who’s wandering took them to here, there were other dangers, muggers, werewolves, a demon in search of a midnight snack. Most of the inhabitants of LA stayed away after dusk – the giggling girls she could hear walking down the path must be tourists. Faith slipped into the bushes and let them past, her eyes noting their nubile sixteen-year-old bodies. They had almost slipped from her site, when she saw a shadow leap from the bushes in front of her. There was a scream.

Instinct took over, pulling a stake from her inside jacket Faith ran towards battle. On the ground one of the girls was struggling to hold off the vampire, who was pinning her down, his teeth scratching her throat. The other, bravely, if ineffectively was trying to pull the creature of her friend.

“Hey ugly,” Faith’s boot slammed into the vampire’s side. There was crack of a rib popping and the vampire squealed in pain and surprise. Letting go off the girl on the ground, he leapt up to face the new threat. Peace had made vampires slow, though, too slow for him to present a challenge to a Slayer. Faith pushed out her stake, almost lazily, she felt it push through skin, shatter bone and plunge into the vampire’s heart. His scream was one of agony and fear rolled into one cacophonous cry. For a second his body seemed to made of a million little insects and then he was dust, blowing in the wind.

“Thank you, oh my God, thank you,” the girl on the floor was getting up, her hand rubbing at her neck. Luckily there was no blood, “Who are you?”

“Faith,” the Slayer replied, “We better get you out of here. Have you got somewhere to stay?”

“Dawn Summers,” the vampire’s snack introduced herself and gestured at her friend, “Janice Penshaw. Er, well know… we…um… told our Moms we were going on a class trip. Er…um… we’d organised to meet a boy here for you know, er…um… well some less dangerous nocturnal activities than what he had in mind.”

“Sorry I staked your date,” said Faith, irritated that the teenagers hadn’t taken the most basic precautions for their own safety.

“To be fair,” said Janice defensively, “We didn’t know he was a vampire. He said he worked in the film industry.”

Damn stupid girls, thought Faith, but she also knew she couldn’t leave them alone. They had the look of teens who would get into trouble in a monastery, never mind LA and since she’d saved them that meant she had to take responsibility for them – at least until morning when she could find them a hotel, “Okay you can stay at mine for tonight.”

It took them twenty minutes to walk to Faith’s apartment, the two younger teens quickly recovering from the shock and giggling inanely whenever they saw one of LAs less attractive denizens. Faith unlocked the door and ushered her two guests in. She wished she’d known she was going to have visitors, she have tidied up the cartons of takeaways and mounds of empty beer cans, and she’d certainly have made the bed. Politely neither Dawn or Janice mentioned the mess, instead putting down their rucksacks and finding a clear space on the couch to sit.

“You eaten?” asked Faith.

“No,” replied Dawn.

“There’s not much,” Faith said, “but I can make you a microwave pasta.”

“Sounds good,” Janice said.

It didn’t take long for Faith to rustle up three microwave meals, and even less time for the three of them to eat them. Slaying had always given Faith an appetite; it also made her horny – she wondered if that was the sub-conscious reason she had invited the two girls back. They were both good looking, and from their explanation of why they were in LA, probably up for a good time. She slid onto the sofa between them and reached for the remote control, “Let’s see what’s on TV.”

It was a comedy, though one which produce sly chuckles rather than belly laughs. Faith relaxed on the sofa and moved her arms so that they were resting on the back of the couch; gradually she moved her hands so that the fine strands of Dawn and Janice’s hair was playing through her fingers. There was a giggle from Dawn and she put her hand lightly onto Faith’s thigh. The movement could have been an innocent reflex, but Faith didn’t think so, not when Dawn’s palm was sliding against her jeans.

“Oh that’s nice,” said Dawn. Faith was about to reply when Janice took her chin in her hands and moved her face towards the teen. Janice’s tongue slid into Faith’s mouth and the Slayer temporarily forgot about Dawn, moving both her hands round to squeeze at Janice’s shoulder. There was a grunt of annoyance from Dawn and her hand moved away. Faith ignored her and continued to battle Janice’s tongue, gradually forcing her body onto the younger teen’s. She stopped as she felt Dawn’s hands starting to undo her jeans. Looking round she saw the sixteen-year-old had stripped naked, Faith stared entranced at the thin strip of pubic hair glistening with juice.

“Like it?” Dawn continued to unbutton Faith’s jeans.

“It has a certain charm,” admitted Faith.

The naked teenager got between Faith’s legs, “I’m still hungry,” she explained and began to lick at the Slayer’s labia lips. Faith groaned as Dawn’s supple tongue ran over her quim, a gasp uttered from her lips as it went down the slot.

“That’s good,” she moaned, it had been so long since she’d had another woman’s face in her pussy… not since Darla. Dawn’s tongue had found the hard flesh of her clit and the teen was dabbing gently with her tongue, keeping Faith excited, but careful not to push her over the edge before maximum enjoyment had been reached.

Janice, not to be undone, was busily stripping, her clothes landing in a heap next to Dawn’s. Unlike her friend she was totally smooth down below, with the exception of a small pussy stud through her lips. She got back on the couch and lifted the T-shirt from the unresisting Slayer. Her mouth closed on one of Faith’s nipples and she began to lightly bite, before licking at the indentations. It was good, but not as fun as what Dawn was doing with her twat.

Faith gave a groan and then arched her back as she orgasmed. There were a series of explosions, blasting from her cunt and spreading through her body in a chain-reaction of excitement. Juice leaked onto Dawn’s face, covering the teen’s lips with the clear liquid.

“Tasty,” went Dawn and wiped the cum away with the back of her hand.

“Wait here a moment,” said Faith, not that the other two looked like they were going anywhere. She went into her room, beneath a pile of clothes was her strap-on. She pulled it out and wiped the thin coating of dust away with a sock, before sliding it up her thighs and returning to the main room.

In the middle of the room the two teens were between each other’s thighs. The slurps of their licks filled the room as they sixty-nine. For a second, Faith felt a flash of irritation that they hadn’t waited for her. But as she looked at Dawn’s bottom moving up and down, a feeling of incredible lust filled her. Taking the cock in one hand she moved behind Dawn and pulled apart one cheek with her hand. The teen must have realised what hole Faith intended to fill, but her only reaction was to push her ass higher, inviting Faith in. The Slayer guided the cock in, slowly it moved. Dawn lifted her head and gave a series of grunts, “Yes, that’s it, fill me baby, fill me up.”

There was tut from Janice that she wasn’t getting her cunt licked, “Let me just get my dildo,” she said and disentangled herself from Dawn. Faith continued to butt-fuck the teen, her cock springing in and out of dawn’s backhole, but she watched as Janice expertedly slid her own strap-on up her legs and putting her fingers underneath it, bounced it up and down.

“Where shall I put it?” the teen grinned.

“Anywhere,” grunted |Faith as she banged her thighs against Dawn’s naked flesh. There was a squeal from Dawn, which could have meant anything.

Janice grinned, “Okay then.”

She walked behind Faith and the Slayer felt the teen’s hands on her tits. Even without holding it Janice was able to guide the dildo so that it was resting against Faith’s butthole. It stayed there for a few thrusts as the teenager concentrated on pawing the Slayer'’ tits and licking the back of her neck. Faith pulled out ready to do into Dawn again and gave a gasp as Janice took advantage of the pause to start to push her own dildo into Faith. The Slayer stayed in place, wiggling her ass, as Janice pushed and heaved.

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Don’t stop,” cried a frustrated Dawn.

The cock moved down Faith’s back passage; it was cramped and painful, but exciting and wonderful at the same time. The Slayer could feel sweat dribbling from her body, her own and the others, as Janice’s hard tits pushed into her back, the nipples pressing into her skin. As Janice began to bang her Faith resumed her ass fucking of Dawn, it took a few moments for them to enter into a rhythm, but when they did it was magical – Janice pushing against Faith pushing against Dawn. The weight of two people’s behind the pounding sent dawn into screams of ecstasy, her entire body shuddering in unearthly delight.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” screamed Faith. Her entire body was on fire, lava crashing through her and sending her to a dimension where every scintilla of her being was bathed in carnal satisfaction.

Pumping wildly the three of them slammed into orgasm after orgasm, until the carpet was soaked in cum and sweat, and there cries of pleasure, were just subdued groans. They disentangled themselves, faith dropping into the centre, Janice and Dawn lying on each side of her, “You must come and visit us sometime,” murmured Dawn.

“Sure, I will,” Faith replied, “where do you live?”

“Sunnydale,” replied Janice.

Later when the two teens were asleep in her bed, Faith got up and walked over to a drawer. In the bottom, beneath unironed panties and mismatched socks was the business card Fred had given her a few days before. She picked it up and looked at the address, Sunnydale University. Faith looked at the two teens lying asleep, was it a sign, she wondered, that she should no longer fight on her own. Putting the card back, Faith closed the drawer. Pulling back the bedclothes she slipped into the bed, pulling the naked body of Dawn towards her. Probably just a co-incidence, she decided and let sleep overtake her.

*

“I’ve got a present for you,” Joyce turned round from making Buffy’s favourite dinner and looked at her daughter.

The teenager was standing in the doorway, wearing her cheerleader uniform. There was no present in her hands and if it was a strap-on under her skirt, it was a very small one.

“Oh, said Joyce.

“I’ll give it you after dinner,” replied Buffy and sat down at the table.

It had been almost a week since Joyce had been fucked by Buffy and it that time they hadn’t had any time alone. Still neither of them had to discuss to realise they both wanted more, half-glances, sexy poses and seductive smiles had told there own story and all done so slyly that Dawn hadn’t noticed anything was amiss. Though even the youngest Summers had noticed that her Mom was wearing shorter skirts and lower cut tops than before, Joyce had laughed off her question with a comment about it being an Indian Summer. Buffy had cheekily suggested that Joyce had a new lover, leading Joyce to blush and Dawn to assume that was the reason – that was true of course, it was just that all Dawn’s guesses about who the secret lover were would have been incorrect.

Just to make sure that Buffy wasn’t going to tire of her quickly Joyce had been making dishes she knew her daughter would enjoy all week, culminating in her favourite this evening. The conversation was normal Mom and daughter fare, a bit of an update how Buffy was doing at school, some gossip, a few brief words on the latest pop group that Joyce had never heard off. The meal finished Buffy pushed her plate away.

“So where’s my present?” asked Joyce expectantly.

“You know,” said Buffy putting her finger to her chin a gesture of thought, “on second thoughts I think it would look best after I’ve squirted on your face.”

“Okay Buffy,” laughed Joyce, “I can take a hint.”

She slid down under the table. Buffy’s legs were apart, the cheerleader skirt covering her thighs. Being careful not to bump her head Joyce crawled over. She pushed up Buffy’s skirt, the teenager’s perfect pussy seem to pulsate with excitement. Joyce slipped between Buffy’s legs, her tongue already out. Burying her face between the teen’s thighs she began to push her tongue in, searching for the clit. Above her she could hear Buffy’s passionate yelps and the scrape of her chair as she trembled in lust. With each touch of her tongue Joyce could feel the tang of Buffy’s cum, it was sweet like nectar – there was no doubt her daughter was damn tasty. But the juice she was secreting so far was just an appetiser.

“I’m cumming,” shrieked Buffy, her legs shooting up to hit the underside of the table. The cum spread out like a fountain, Joyce opened her mouth and let the warm shower fill it, more juice splashed against her face, droplets of juice bouncing and trickling like rain against the window. Joyce swallowed the cum and crawled up beside Buffy, she could feel the excess dropping from he chin and down her cleavage. She gave Buffy a winning smile. The teen rubbed her hair, “Mom, you’re such a good cunt licker.”

Blushing at the compliment, Joyce replied, “I’m just glad that you enjoyed it.”

“Okay, you get your present,” Buffy stood up and Joyce joined her. The teen patted her Mom’s bottom, “Go to your room. I’ll be along in a second… oh, and Mom, you better be naked.”

Joyce bounded up the stairs, her daughter following at a more sedate pace. Pulling of her clothes Joyce got on her bed, pulling up one leg so that she was holding it at a right angle to her body, she waited for Buffy to come in. A few minutes later Buffy entered, she had taken the opportunity to strip naked apart from the strap-on, in her hands was a tiny package, “Very nice,” she said as she looked at Joyce’s pose and passed the Milf her present.

Excitedly Joyce opened the present, a pair of black stockings, what looked like some string and a pair of nipple tassels fell out.

“Let me help you put it on,” said Buffy.

It took them a few minutes, though now they knew what fixed to what, it would be quicker next time. Buffy gave a whistle of appreciation, “Very sexy. Give me a whirl.”

Joyce did so and ended the twist so that she could look in the mirror. Buffy was right, it was fetching, the two stockings were held up by two thin strips of material which raced up her body, though her cleavage before criss-crossing on her back and headed down round her sides to connect to a another thin slip of material round her midriff. In turn this held another two strips of material which lay on either side of her cunt lips before merging and forming a small thread in her ass crack which tied to the back of the belt. Covering her nipples were two tiny tassels, which whilst they covered the best bits added a tiny allure of mystery on what was, otherwise, a decidedly slutty outfit.

“Oh Buffy, I love it,” Joyce said.

“That’s lucky,” replied Buffy, “because you’ll be wearing it a lot when Dawn isn’t around. Now come and sit on my lap.”

Joyce pranced over and daintily lowered herself down on Buffy’s thighs. Barely had she sat down and there was a snap as button undid the clip at the back of the costume. The teen pulled away the material from Joyce’s ass crack, “That’s better,” she said, “ didn’t want that getting in the way. I’m going to fuck your ass now.”

Joyce felt Buffy’s strong hands lift her up, and then move her so that she was sitting on top of the dildo, “Ready, steady…”

Without saying ‘go’ Buffy pulled her Mom down, the cock sped up Joyce’s ass like a comet. She gave a quick shriek of pain, but the intense agony only lasted a second, to be replaced by a dull throb, “You’ll have to do half the work,” Buffy’s hands reached from Joyce’s waist to her titties, “I’m just going to lie back and enjoy it.”

Joyce started to lower herself up and down, gradually easing the hole so that it became less uncomfortable and the pleasure began to take over. As she began to feel more comfortable Joyce began to speed up, content she was in place Buffy let go off her tits and fell back onto the bed. Joyce jumped up and down, feeling the large girth of the cock rub inside her, stimulating secret nerve endings that very seldom got any satisfaction.

“MMnnn,” Joyce gave a satisfied moan.

“You can go faster than that,” instructed Buffy. Joyce redoubled her efforts, pushing herself up and down so quickly that soon the back of her thighs felt like she’d run a marathon. Sweat dripped from her hair, running down her body like Buffy squirt juice. It was worth it as the orgasm built up to an explosive intensity.

“Ohhhh yeesss, aaarrgghhhh,” her entire body blew into a million pieces of passionate insanity. With a sigh, she slumped down on the cock. Buffy lifted her off and laid her on the bed to get her breath back.

“It’s needs cleaning,” said Buffy.

Joyce opened her eyes, Buffy was standing in front of her pointing at the dildo. Joyce pushed herself up, “I’ll run it under the tap shall I,” she said brightly.

There was a tut from Buffy, “That’s a waste of water. Why don’t you just suck it clean?” Without waiting for an answer she leaned down and pulled her Mom up from the bed.

Dropping to her knees Joyce eyed the cock queasily, it looked clean, albeit if damp, but given where it had been she still wasn’t keen in having it in her mouth.

“It won’t bite,” said Buffy in irritation. Joyce reluctantly leant forward and started to suck it. Her daughter took hold off her head and pushed her down deeply, so that it slid against the side of Joyce’s cheeks, “Use your tongue,” she instructed.

Joyce licked at the grooves and sucked alternately. All the time she kept an eye on Buffy’s face, the teenager was in rapture making her look even more beautiful. Finally Buffy decided it was clean enough, with a pop she pulled it out, “That’s better,” she leant down and kissed Joyce’s forehead, “Look not only are you a great cunt licker, but you’re a good cock sucker as well.”

Buffy looked at her watch, “I better go on patrol.”

“Can I come too?” asked Joyce, unwilling to be part from Buffy.

The teen paused, “I’ll think about it. For tonight I want you in bed and ready for me when I get home.”

*

When she used to patrol Buffy could expect to run into trouble, not now. If you were a demon why hang round a one horse town like Sunnydale when LA was two hours away and New York a few hours flight from that. Still it made her feel she was doing something, keeping Sunnydale’s street safe. Or she wondered as she entered the cemetery gates was it a way of revisiting past victories in a world that had gone mad?

The graveyard was as quiet, as well a grave, as Buffy wandered round it. Memories flooded through her – she’d staked a vampire by that tree, stopped a human sacrifice in that mausoleum, suckered punched a demon by that tombstone. Simpler times.

“…” the call was so faint, as to be indecipherable, but it was undoubtedly someone in fear. Buffy gripped her stake tighter and began to jog towards the sound.

“Help me…” the cry was clearer now, the fear evident in the terrified woman’s voice. Buffy sped faster, leaping over obstacles like a caped crusader on their way to thwart a bank robbery. The adrenaline sped through her system, the earlier sex had been fun, but this was life, this was intense, this was what she was born to do.

A young woman staggered towards her, her T-shirt was ripped to her navel almost revealing a pair of shapely tits, her hair was messed up, covered in twigs and moss, a pair of glasses hung from her nose, one lens missing, “Help me,” she gasped and fell into Buffy’s arms.

“What’s happening?” Buffy asked, there aware she sounded too curt, she continued, “What’s going on? I can help.”

“Monster, demon…” the girl stammered her entire body trembling against Buffy, “It attacked me.”

Where is it?” Buffy asked. The girl pointed beyond a small copse of trees, her arm shaking so much, she could barely keep it straight.

“Okay,” Buffy said, “Go home. I’ll deal with it.”

The girl ran, Buffy watched her go, a small smile on her face. Apart from her Mom she hadn’t saved a life for two years. It felt good to be doing so again. She let the adrenaline flow through her, as she dropped the stake into her bag and brought out a short sword; wood was good for vampires, but steel had more impact against most demons.

She slowly walked towards the copse of trees, as she neared she could hear the snuffling sniffs of a demon. She paused as she went through them, a few yards away was a Gorgorth demon. He was holding a torn jacket, with a puzzled look on his face; Buffy smiled to herself, the demon probably couldn’t believe his victim had escaped. She stepped out of the trees.

The demon turned towards her, “Hey you…” he started to say, then he saw the sword, moonlight glinting from it’s sharp edges.

Gorgorth demons were not renowned for their speed, but this one ran. Not fast enough as Buffy was on him in a second, her sword fell. It cut through the flesh, the weapon kept sharp by years of furtive care. There was a death squeal from the demon, his body flopping about uselessly as it’s yellow blood splurged out. There was a final cry, the body deflating like a balloon until all that was left was a tiny rag doll like figure.

Buffy picked it up and walking over to a trash can, dropped the demon in. That was where he belonged, where all demons should be.

Fred dropped the ruined clothes in a plastic bag, she’d take them to dump tomorrow. It was amazing how naïve Slayers were, she thought, all she’d had to do was run screaming towards Buffy and spin the Slayer a sob-story and off she’d charged like a knight towards a dragon. Except this Dragon, if not innocent, certainly hadn’t being going around eating virgins in the cemetery at night.

She picked up her mobile and dialled Darla’s mobile. For a second she thought Darla had picked up before she realised that it was an answerphone. She waited for the beep, “Fred here, Buffy’s done the job. The ambassador is dead.”

She put the phone down and headed towards a well deserved bath.

*

The power dynamic in the Summer’s household had subtly shifted. It wasn’t just that Buffy was domineering in bed – Joyce had expected that, her daughter was a Slayer, but in their day to day life. After breakfast they had gone shopping, but before they left it was Buffy who had picked out which of Joyce’s dresses she wanted the Milf to wear, sultry, but not too sluttish. On top of that it had always been difficult to get Buffy to come food shopping, but this time she volunteered. But she had picked the food and all Joyce had to do was push the trolley and pay. And to cap it all off Buffy had decided her Mom needed a pussy ring so had metaphorically marched her to the tattoo and piercing’s shop. Joyce had come away with a belly button ring as well as pierced cunt lip, but Buffy had also decided that she’d like Joyce to get a tattoo; Joyce had stood meekly by whilst her daughter had booked an appointment for the Monday and taken a brochure of designs so that she could choose one for her Mom that evening.

But it was only when they got home that Joyce realised how much had changed. Whilst Joyce had been putting away the groceries Buffy had been on the phone. Joyce had just finished unpacking when Buffy entered the kitchen, “I’ve invited Will round tonight,” she said.

Joyce pulled a face, “I was hoping you were going to be with me tonight – whilst Dawn is out of town.”

There was a grin from Buffy, “You will be. I’ve been meaning to say thank you to Will for hooking me up with Janice. I can’t think of a better way than sharing you.”

Joyce went pale for a second, then she blushed and hung her head, “Sure Buffy.”

The rest of the afternoon went in a flurry of activity as Buffy made sure everything was just right, Joyce spent every second in the kitchen or tidying the house under Buffy’s instructions. She barely had time to step into the shower before Willow arrived. When she stepped out she saw that Buffy had laid out the string costume she brought her yesterday. Without complaint Joyce slipped into it, it obviously was important to Buffy that her Mom looked her best for her friend. The doorbell rang just as Joyce hooked the last strap in place. There was a call from Buffy, “Get that will you.”

Hoping it was Willow rather than the mailman with a misdirected package, Joyce opened the door. The redhead teen goggled at her for a second, “Er, you look nice Mrs Summers.”

“Come on in Willow,” said Joyce with as much nonchalance as she could muster, trying to act like opening the door semi-nude to your daughter’s best friend was an everyday occurrence.

“Hi Will,” Buffy swept into the room, wearing her cheerleader costume, she turned to her Mom, “Is dinner nearly ready Mom?”

Joyce nodded, “It’s all set. If you want to go through to the dining room I’ll bring it in.”

It was a strange meal, apart from the fact that Joyce was serving rather than eating, the conversation seemed to revolve around Buffy give a graphic account of her fucking her Mom and Willow interrupting to add even more intimate questions. Several times Will gasped in surprise and then looked at Joyce with a lustful look on her face.

After dinner Buffy stood, “Mom, we’re just going upstairs to get ready, we’ll give you a call when we’re ready.”

Five minutes later the call came, Joyce switched on the dishwasher and headed upstairs to Buffy’s room. The two teen’s were sitting naked on Buffy’s legs, their legs spread apart. As normal Buffy was shaved, but the evidence Willow was a natural redhead was evident in the little tuft of hair above her pussy.

“Hey sexy,” Buffy grinned as Joyce came in.

Joyce smiled back, “What do you want me to do?”

“Get down on your hands and knees and starting licking Will’s slot,” instructed Buffy.

The Milf obediently got down. Willow was already damp, and she got damper as soon as Joyce’s tongue slid in. She tasted different from Buffy, not necessarily bad, but certainly not as tasty – that must be what love does to you reflected Joyce as she pushed her face deeper into the teen’s twat.

There was a groan from Will, “Fuck, Buffy… I see what you mean about your Mom’s cunt lapping.”

From behind her Joyce heard Buffy reply, “She’s a real pro.”

There was the snap of a strap being undone. Joyce felt the cloth fall away, exposing her asshole. Buffy gripped at the cheeks and pulled them apart, “Stay in place, Mom,” she ordered. Joyce didn’t need to be told, but she couldn’t stop herself pausing for a few seconds and letting out a brief cry as Buffy forced a strap-on into her ass. The teen started to pound in and out.

It surprised Joyce, but the feeling of Buffy banging her ass as she ate out Willow, was a real turn-on. It was the work of a few seconds to get into a rhythm of banging back against Buffy whilst still giving Willow’s twat her attention. Even better, at least from Willow’s point of view, was that the bursts of pleasure Buffy was giving her were transferred to Willow’s cunt in more energetic licking. Joyce could feel her own cunt leaking juice, but no-where near as much as Willow who was soaking like a sponge dropped in a bath. Buffy grunted in exertion, as she slammed hard into Joyce, her hands gripping the Milf’s waist as if she was scared she’d fall off.

There was a scream of joy from Willow as she came. And she fell backwards on the bed. Her mouth clear Joyce was able to articulate her feelings, “Oh Buffy, come on baby, Mommy’s close.”

Buffy slammed in the cock once more and then pulled out, “Don’t worry Mom, plenty of time for you to come,” she pulled off the strap-on and turned to Willow, “Swap?”

“Yeah, give me a second,” replied Willow.

“Don’t worry,” said Buffy handing her friend a second strap-on, “I’ve left Mom open for you.”

Willow giggled and rolled over to pick up the toy. Buffy took her place and opened her legs, “Come on in Mom,” she said pointing at her naked slit.

Joyce had barely touched Buffy’s tasty twat, when Willow entered from behind. She was a more relaxed lover than Buffy, where Buffy was fast and deep, Willow was slower, though she made up for in technique what she lacked in stamina. Her hand slid below and started to tickle Joyce’s pussy lips, still tender from where the ring had gone in. It sent Joyce wild with excitement and she rammed her tongue around Buffy’s hole with a haste doubled by lust. Soon Buffy was shrieking and Joyce knew she was about to squirt.

Sure enough the splurge of liquid existed Buffy’s cunt like a volcanic eruption, the liquid coating Joyce’s attractive face like a slimy glue, before slowly dropping to soak the floor beneath. There was a grunt from Buffy and she moved away. Joyce turned her head, to see her daughter pulling on her strap-on again. She and Willow were obviously about to swap, thought Joyce.

She thought wrong.

“I think there’s room for another in there,” said Buffy.

“I’m not sure – I can pull out,” said Willow.

“Don’t be silly, Will,” replied Buffy, “I’m sure I can fit it in. There’s advantages to being a slayer – strength and suppleness.”

Joyce shrieked in pain as Buffy started to push the second dildo into her ass. But even with Buffy’s skills the teen couldn’t get it in more than half way, even so Joyce still felt she was being torn apart. Willow had paused, to allow Buffy in, but seeing her friend was as well entrenched as she could be she resumed her fucking. Joyce could feel Buffy haunches moving against her skin as the teen moved up and down, it was much slower than Buffy’s normal fucking, but with two toys inside her ass Joyce wasn’t complaining.

There was a slurping, sucking sound from above and Joyce realised that the two teens were kissing each other as they buggered her. She felt an irrational bite of jealousy that Buffy was kissing another woman, she pushed it aside – Buffy was hardly cheating if she was in the room. Gradually the two teens sped up, not as fast as before, but fast enough that Joyce was could feel an orgasm coming.

“Oh yes, yess, yesss, yessss,” she shrieked as it pounded through her. It didn’t drown the pain, but it did compensate a little. With a groan she felt her arms give way and she fell forward onto the floor. There was a pop of air as the two cocks fell out.

“Wow Mom,” enthused Buffy, “Bet you’ve never been double analised before.”

Joyce weakly shook her head, “No,” she admitted.

“Did you enjoy it?” Buffy was almost bouncing from one foot to another in excitement.

The truth was that Joyce had disliked every second of it, but seeing her daughter made her re-evaluate her immediate answer, Buffy had obviously enjoyed it and that was enough for Joyce “It was great,” she lied.

“Oh my God, Will, look at that gape,” bubbled Buffy happily, she reached for her camera, "Will, put your head next to it. Smile. Thumbs up… Perfect.”

She snapped a picture of Joyce’s battered ass for posterity.

*

Joyce could hardly move the next day, after they’d let her recover the girls had double analised her twice more. Joyce’s ass-hole felt like the devil had been holding a barbecue in it. Not that she regretted it, anything that Buffy enjoyed was worth it – even if was humiliating and painful. She stepped into the shower, the warm water acting like a personal massager on her sore muscles.

After a couple of minutes the door opened and in stepped Buffy. She looked down at her Mom’s ass and whistled, “That’s sure some hole. I could fit my fist up there.”

For a second Joyce thought her daughter was going to do so. Instead Buffy reached for some shampoo and began to lather her Mom’s hair, “I’m going to mention at school tomorrow that we’re together. You’ll have to tell Dawn tonight when she gets back, that’ll require careful handling.”

Joyce nodded. Buffy was right.

“And,” Buffy continued, “Me and Will chose a tattoo for you last night. Its one of Jessica Rabbit with her dress pulled down and legs apart. It’ll be perfect about midway down your back, left side…”