I, Buffy

Downstairs I could hear the music being cranked up, drowning out the laughs and shouts of the cheerleaders. I looked in the mirror and smiled, whatever would the neighbours say about our party tomorrow. Whatever it was I imagined they’d have said a lot more, if they were struck speechless, if they’d known that just thirty minutes before sweet little innocent Buffy Summers had eaten seven cheerleaders and her Mom, before they lined up to feed her their pee. A shower had allowed me to wipe away the cum and piss, and with my lippy on and my hair in pigtails I felt like a new woman – and luckily there were five downstairs who hadn’t banged me yet. I pulled on my black suspenders and smiled again – the night was still young and I’d be a double Dutchman if I was going to let Cindy Mancini, Torrance Shipman, Missy Pantone, Claire Bennet and Isis get away without filling at least one of my holes.

I headed back to the main room where Mom and the cheerleaders were. There were a few more empty bottles of wines rolling across the carpet and the cheerleaders were, if not drunk, at least tipsy. And frisky. They hadn’t only been drinking whilst I’d been showering, but had taken their tops off and were now almost nude. I say almost, because they all seemed to have equipped themselves with strap-ons. I licked my lips in anticipation, before sliding seductively round the door and into the room.

"Go, Buffy, go," screamed Torrance.

I stopped, momentarily confused at what Torrance wanted me to do. It was then I noticed that none of them had noticed my voluptuous entrance and were instead all watching the TV in fascination. I turned to look at the screen, and it became clear. I was lying on the bed, behind me Mom was stuffing her fist up my ass. I didn’t realise she’d even kept the camera on, but I was glad she did. It’s a real twat leaker to watch yourself getting anally fisted, it makes it juice even more to watch the others watch yourself getting anally fisted. I reached for my damp slit and gave a little moan of excitement.

Mom looked round and smiled, "I’m just getting everyone warmed up."

"Cool, yes…" I moaned and slid my finger up my slit. On screen I was exploding orgasmically, here and now I was moaning with a lighter thrill, but mixed with anticipation. After watching me perform the cheerleaders would be so hot to trot that they’d pound any hole and, even better, know I could take it. I ran my finger over my clit, giggling as I self-pleasured myself. With a pop screen Mom withdrew her fist, I didn’t realise how gaping my ass had been left, a black hole surrounded by red markings like a volcanic cavern.

Leaning forward Mom switched off the TV, before she looked at me. Seven ravenous pairs of eyes followed her gaze. I gave them a sexy smile, before pulling out my finger and slowly placing it in my mouth to lick the juice off it like a lollypop. Mom looked me up and down, if I wasn’t already naked I’d have imagined she was mentally undressing me, "Buffy, you really are a little slut…"



"Yes, Mom," I grinned.

She picked up some lipstick and beckoned me forward. I stood in front of her as she scrawled ‘slut’ across my belly. Looking round the rest of the cheerleaders, she said, "So what’s Buffy?"

"A dirty whore," squeaked Cordelia in excitement. Mom nodded and passed her the lipstick as I trotted over to stand in front of her. Cordelia scribbled the words down the inside of my thigh.

"A cumbucket?" suggested Cindy tentatively. The rest of them nodded in agreement as I walked over and dropped to my knees in front of Cindy. It seemed appropriate that those words were written on my forehead and Cindy took the hint, brushing my hair back and etching lipstick onto my brow.

"A bleached blonde," squealed Harmony. I scowled at her; I’m a natural – though I’m not sure she is. The others frowned, not sure that Harmony had totally got the point of dirty talk.

Mom seemed to agree as she didn’t pass Harmony the lipstick. Instead she looked round the rest of the cheerleaders, "Anything else?"

The suggestions came quickly, "Hooker," "Cunt-lapper", "Piss-whore" "Twat-on-legs," "Bitch," "Ass-eater," "Slut-whore," "Cum-Queen," "Dirty-dyke," "Fuck-puppet," "Anal slut".

Each time Mom nodded and passed the lipstick, allowing the cheerleader to scribble their suggestion on my body, until I was so covered with tags I looked like the New York City Underground. Mom nodded in satisfaction, "Buffy spread them like a little slut."

I was quickly on my back, spreading my legs as instructed. I was panting with excitement at the thought of eight different strap-ons entering me. I seemed to lie there for ever as the cheerleaders giggled and admired my body. Mom finished her drink and adjusted her toy, "I’ll go first," she said, "and limber her up."

I didn’t need limbering up, I was more than ready, but I didn’t complain, just saying, "Come and fuck your little girl, Mommy."

"Fuck the whore," Missy clapped her hands excitedly.

"Give it her hard," yelled Harmony.

The others clapped and cheered as Mom lowered herself onto my willing body. I gave a squeal as she pushed her toy into my wet willing cunt, driving it deeper down as her body crushed onto mine. My legs moved round to encase her and I rubbed my heels into her thighs. Mom didn’t waste any time just lying on me as she quickly started to do her press-ups. I groaned as it slid down my tight, teen twat, each thrust sending waves through me and gradually opening my hole. More juice began to form as Mom hit my clit, the toy slashed down deep, pushing the liquid out of me and to slide over my lips. Mom’s large titties bounced onto me and I groaned again as the hard nipples slapped into me.

I could hear the yells of encouragement and excitement of the cheerleaders as they watched the live sex show. They were shouting at Mom to hard and deep, to slam faster, to make me scream. And she was doing all of these. An orgasmic feeling began to develop in my stomach, as Mom drove in it became more intense, rippling through my body like a magical wave. I arched my body and started to scream, "Yessss, yessss, yesssss, that’s it, fuuuucckk meeeee," as I orgasmed.

My legs dropped to the floor and Mom pulled herself up. Normally she wouldn’t stop with just one orgasm, but she realised I had a lot of cheerleaders to get through. I barely had time to brush the hair out of my eyes before Torrance was taking her place.

"Bang that bitch," squealed Harmony.

"Slam that cunt, Torr," yelled Isis.

"Ease yourself down gently, Torr, relax," said Mom, offering some more useful advice.

But Torrance was a natural and hardly needed it. She gripped the toy and guided into my wet slit. It slid in easily, the pussy well juiced up; the rubber slid against my walls and into my clit. I gave a little squeak to show Torrance she’d connected, bringing my legs up and round. Torrance began to bang away. She moved slowly, but going deep and putting the full weight of her body behind each thrust. I groaned, clenching my fists open and shut as she hammered into me. Gradually Torrance began to speed up, crashing her body into mine. My tits bounced in time with my shaking body, "Yessss, that’s it, fuck me," I groaned.

"Fuck her, fuck her," yelled Cordelia. She and the other cheerleaders were almost jumping from foot to foot with excitement as Torrance raised herself up and dropped down. I grunted as the air was pushed out of my body and a drip of sweat worked its way down my nose to end up on my lip.

"Yessss, aaarrghhh, I’m cumming," I hit the floor with my fists, as my body lost control to the orgasm which had exploded within me. I arched my back and screamed in pleasure.

I barely had time to get my breath back before Cindy was lowering herself onto me. I raised my pelvis and the dildo slid into my slick slot, sending more juice splurging out and over my lips.

"Go for it," yelled Isis.

"Fuck me baby," I murmured sweetly.

Cindy didn’t need telling. She was already hammering into me, our tits bouncing together like four jellies on a plate. I squeaked as the strap-on punched into my slit and swung my legs round her thighs to drag her in deeper. They slid down as our sweat combined and it was only with great effort I was able to bring them up again. More sweat dripped from Cindy, plastering her blonde hair to her head and dripping down onto my face and into my mouth; it tasted salty. I squealed again and arched my back, encouraging Cindy to go faster and deeper. The orgasm started to well up within me and without warning exploded in my stomach, "Aaaarrghhh, yessssss," I screamed.

Cindy got up and wiped the sweat from her head. She clapped hands with Cordy in a high five as the chief cheerleader stepped forward. Cordy waggled her toy, "Bitch, I fancy some ass."

"Turn over, Buffy," ordered Mom, but I was already doing so, spreading my legs so my butt hole was easy to access.

I hadn’t had anything up my butt since Mom had fucked me over the kitchen table that morning. And Slayer healing had made what had been a gaping hole had become a pucker so pristine it was virginal. I gripped my cheeks, pulling them apart, but Cordy still had to shove to get her strap-on down, not that either of us was complaining. I screamed as the ribbed toy brutally invaded me, almost drowning out Cordelia’s grunts of exertion. Slowly, painfully, blissfully the dildo entered me. My slit was damp against the floor, each movement from Cordelia pushing my lips into the carpet, the friction shooting up me like electricity.

"That’s it, fuck me, fuck my dirty whore ass…" I screamed in pleasure as I felt Cordelia’s thighs resting on top of my cheeks. Her large tits felt heavy on my back, the erect nipples digging into my skin.

She raised herself up and fell down again, "Take it bitch," she gave a triumphant yell.

"I’m taking it, I’m taking it," my own call was scarcely less triumphant as she hammered down on me. My tits were crushed beneath me, ripping against the carpet so hard that my nipples were burning. Sweaty drops were landing on my back and sliding down my spine, leaking down my ass – they didn’t lubricate it much. Luckily Cordelia was leaking like a cracked pipe, her juice sliding down the cock and into my ass. It wasn’t much, but with Cordelia hammering and liquid the cock was sliding in easier, "Go faster, faster, fuck me like a bitch."

Cordelia grunted a reply, but the rest of the cheerleaders started cheering, "Go Cordy, go," they screamed, "Bang the bitch slut."

The cheerleader started moving faster and harder, hammering into me like a psychotic carpenter faced with an extremely tricky nail. My entire body, front and back, felt like it was aflame, exploding like a thousand cataclysms at once, "AAAarrrghhh, aaaarggghhh," I screamed, my entire body wracked with pleasure.

I was disappointed as Cordelia pulled out, but I was relieved when she panted out, "Who’s next?"



"Me," squeaked Missy.

"On your hands and knees, Buffy," said Mom. I obeyed, but looked at her questioningly, I get better orgasms when my pussy and tits are being ripped across the carpet. She smiled in explanation, "It’ll be easier for you to clean Cordy’s toy, otherwise she has to lean in a very comfortable position."

"Oh, sure," I smiled. It was only fair, I’d dirtied it, I should clean it. I opened my mouth and licked my lips as Cordelia came round. I’d momentarily forgotten about Missy and the breath was knocked out of me as she slammed her strap-on up my ass. She didn’t lower it in gently, but one quick fluid motion. I had barely recovered my breath before Cordelia was feeding me her cock. I gulped as it banged against the inside of my cheek, making me look like a chipmunk… well a chipmunk also being taken up the ass by a long haired brunette. It also stopped me squealing with pleasure as Missy’s toy found my anal G-spot. As she hammered me I sucked the other cheerleader’s toy, it was slightly bitter tasting, but I was determined to clean it properly, whilst still moving my body in time with Missy’s thrusts, so that she got a good fuck. It took me a couple of minutes, but I got into the rhythm, moving back to meet Missy and as she pulled back, shooting forward up Cordelia’s cock, running my tongue over it.

"Buffy’s a great cock-sucker isn’t she?" Mom said proudly.

"Uuurgghh, yesssss," moaned Cordy as my mouth drove the end of the toy into her pussy.

"She’s a fantastic butt-fucker as well, Joyce," gasped Missy as she hammered her toy home. She was dripping with sweat as she exercised herself. Each thrust slammed into my special place, sending pleasure crashing through me.

I was fit to burst. Cordelia, for probably the first time in her life, did the right thing at the right moment and pulled her dildo out of my mouth. It was glistening with my saliva and she gave a nod of satisfaction at my cleaning skills. I barely noticed, as the orgasm swept through me, "Yessssss, yesssssss, yessssssss," I screamed.

"Me next," said Harmony and Isis in unison as Missy pulled out.

I looked at Mom to make a judgement. It seemed an easy decision for her to make, "Why don’t you share her? Buffy does like a couple of cocks at once."

That was an understatement… I positively love one cock in my pussy and one up my ass. I nodded excitedly and stood up. Only for a second though, just long enough for Harmony to lie down and for me to squat on top of her. The dildo shot up my juicy cunt and I wiggled to make sure it was hitting my clit. I halted and waited for Isis to push her toy up my butt, but before she could Missy stepped in front of me and waggled her dildo, "Open wide."



I grinned, before complying, it looked like I was going to beat my record and have three dildos in me. Missy pushed the toy in, so deep it hit my tonsils. I gagged and pushed it back a bit with my tongue, Missy let me – I guess she didn’t want me spewing my guts over Harmony. I had barely begun to suck, when I felt Isis’s hands pull apart my butt-cheeks. She needn’t have bothered, after two large dildos had already taken turns up there it was wide open like a greedy shark waiting for prey. I gave a small buck of pleasure as the black cheerleader entered me. Her hands reached round and gripped my titties hard. For a few seconds she remained as still as a statue.

And then she started. The way she slammed down I’m sure I wasn’t her first, she really gave it me. Her tits hit my back like to sacks of concrete, but it was the way she shoved the dildo down my ass that made stars shoot in front of my eyes. Not that Harmony was bad, she was lifting up her pelvis shooting her strap-on into my clit like a pro. And all the time I was greedily slurping at Missy’s toy, cleaning, sucking and licking it.

"Go for it, girls," shrieked Mom and I saw the flash of a camera as she took another photo for her scrap-book.

"Fuck her ass," screamed Torrance.

"Fuck her to shit," yelled Cordelia.

"Room for another?" asked Claire.

I wasn’t sure where, though I was excited to see if I could take four strap-ons all at once, but Isis laughed and replied, "Sure Claire-bear."

I’ll say this for cheerleaders, they’re supple – otherwise they’d have never been able to make the contortions needed for Claire’s strap-on to join Isis’s in my ass. I spat out Missy’s cock, it looked like three was going to be my limit after all. As Claire came in it felt like a red-hot poker was being jammed up my ass. Back-passages aren’t designed for one cock, never mind two and I felt if I was about to burst. It was so tight I was paralysed, rooted to the spot, with only my mouth able to move. It opened and shut, letting out brief exhalations of air. I don’t know whether God designed Slayers or magic or just a product of evolution, but we’re built to take a battering. Slowly, ever so slowly the second cock worked its way in. I don’t think a normal person could have taken it, and even I was struggling, worried there suddenly be a ripping sound and a deluge of blood as my ass split.

The remaining cheerleaders and Mom were yelling out encouragement. I grunted and closed my eyes, the pain was worse than going ten rounds with a stone demon. And then it hit me – the sweetest, deepest, most pleasurable orgasm I’ve ever had. I opened my eyes and mouth and screamed like a flock of banshees, "Yesssssssssssss, aaaaaargghh, yesssssssssss!"

It was different from my early energetic couplings. I was stuck, Harmony pinned beneath three of us and Isis terrified if she moved Claire’s dildo would push her out, so it was only the blonde cheerleader who was moving. But it only needed her, each thrust was like hell and heaven combined, the intensity blowing my mind and every other part of my body, leaving me shaking like a leaf during an autumn gale. I screamed and screamed, until I was hoarse and all that came out were raspy chokes.

And then Missy fed the cock back in. I couldn’t believe it – I’m pretty sure no-one else in the entire world has ever had four strap-ons in them at once; it was mind blowing. Not that I could do much with Missy’s dildo, my saliva seemed to evaporated away. I tried to suck, but it was like swallowing a cheese grater. Not that I cared, my whole body was burning from the dildos up my ass, setting me aflame like I was a Roman Candle. I felt weak and dizzy, begging the pleasure to continue, whilst hoping it would stop before it overwhelmed me.

I didn’t know whether to be sad or glad when Claire pulled out. Seconds later Isis followed her and I collapsed on a heap on the floor, gasping for breath and flopping uselessly like a goldfish dropped on the way home from the fair.

"Wow," breathed Cordelia, "that was something."

It must have been to impress Cordelia. Mom grinned, "I said Buffy was a super slut."

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The guest stars

Claire Bennet – Heroes

Missy Pantone, Torrance Shipman and Isis – Bring it On

Cindy Mancini – Can’t Buy Me Love

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