The Wait of the Red Witch

TITLE; The Wait of the Red Witch____Part--1
AUTHOR; Onewillie
EMAIL; towillie@msn.com
CHARACTERS; B/A, C/X, W/G, S/I
RATING; NC-17 except for the dirty parts
DISCLAIMER; All characters inspired by the Buffy TV series are the property of Joss. WB, Mutant Enemy and possibly others too disgusting to mention. This is strictly nonprofit fun and I ain't got nothing worth suing for nohow. No copyrite infrent ent is intended.
SPOILER; Not even pretending to be a literary marvel. Just happy smut. Angels soul is permanent. Oz never happened.
Since this is NC-17 the title ought to give you a hint.
DISTRIBUTION; Just ask and let me know where it's going.
FEEDBACK; All I can get, It's good for the soul.


......................Prologue....................

The bouncer gently shoved the last couple out into the warm fall night and locked the door of the Bronze. The Indian summer breeze, carrying a promise of winter in the smell, swirled a few fallen leaves around the feet of the Scooby gang as they watched couples drifting off together, the occasional loner seeming sadly out of place.

"First day of school tomorrow." sighed Buffy, tightening her arms around Angels' waist and laying her cheek against his chest.

"I'll bet you didn't think I'd make it through to senior." said Xander.

"Nether did you." Willow came in with a little snicker. "Stop that." and flailed at his arm as he reached out and pulled her wool hat down over her eyes.

"A few times I didn't think any of us would. I guess I'll just have to learn to do something besides cheerleading." Cordie grabbed Xanders arm and interlaced their fingers, putting both their hands in his jacket pocket.

"Well it's a big day tomorrow, we'd better get to bed." Willow turned and walked slowly down the street. Looking after her Angel nuzzled his chin into Buffys hair, wishing there was somet he he could do.

"Mom's out of town for a couple of days and my room's a lot more comfortable than that damn cold, stony mansion, why do you stay there anyway." Buffy said.

"Hey, I'm a vampire, you want me to stay in a rose covered cottage. I do have an image to keep." he replied, taking Buffys' arm.

"You haven't had an image for over two hundred years." Buffy retorted, and smiling goodby to Cordie and Xander they headed home.

................Part #1--Buffy and Angel...............

Angel lay back on the bed with his hands behind his head staring at the ceiling. "We've got to get her laid." he said to the open bathroom door.

Buffys' nude figure appeared in the door. "Sh ns mr thn jsh ah feg." she replied. Looking at his puzzled expression she took the toothbrush out of her mouth. "She needs more than just a fuck." she repeated, looking at the lean, hard body on the bed and feeling her pussy start to moisten.

"I know, but there's got to be something WE do. do." He rolled onto his side and reaching down, pointed his already rock hard nine inch erection directly at her, jiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Buffy put the toothbrush back in her mouth, put her hands behind her hesprespread her legs, and gave him a very professional bump grind bump before sticking out her tongue and going back into the bathroom to rinse out her mouth. "I'm glad he's beginning to lighten up a little. Ever since his soul got locked in he's starting to t abo about doing more for people than just saving lives." she thought.
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Angel stopped her with a hand on her hip before she could climb on the bed and moved her up toward his face. Placing his other hand on her other hip he leaned forward to look at the smooth slit peeking through the soft blond curls. He lightly kissed the lips before spreading them gently with his thumbs and flicking his tongue in the moist, pink flesh around her clit.

Buffy placed one hand on the back of his head and began to slowly move up and down against his face while reaching down and taking his cock lightly with the other, her small fingers fitting slightly over half way around the two and half inch diameter, and softly rubbed it along the length cupping her palm around the painfully sensitive head. Sliding onto the bed she cupped one breast in her other hand pushing the rigid nipple against his lips, making a quiet, mewling sound as he sucked the bud into his mouth, catching it gently between his teeth and flicking the tip with his tongue.

Raising her knee into the air to open her pussy to his touch she continued to lightly rub his prick, ocassionaly teasing the head with her nails and giggling as he started to make involuntary thrusting motions.

Angel slipped one hand between her legs and eased tingeingers into her channel, running them in and out with a rocking motion as his thumb found the hard nub of her clit, increasing the depth and the speed as her juices coated his fingers. He pressed his knuckles tightly against her and crooking his fingers spread them inside her, rubbing the inner lining against the pelvic bone while releasing her nipple with his teeth and beginning to nurse.

"Now Angel." Buffy whispered, and slid over him to the other side of the bed, keeping as much skin contact as possible, Angel followed with his mouth still attaced to her tit, not wanting to give up the nursing as Buffy rolled onto her back, using her hands to pull her legs up aginst her chest letting her pussy protrude beyond her buttocks.

He dropped beneath her, sinking to his elbows and spread the lips with the fingers of one hand. Looking at the entrance of the soft, pink tunnel, he slipped his index finger in and out, in awe of its ability to expand to accomodate him without tearing.

"If you don't get that thing in me right now I'll be forced to do vile and disgusting things to your body." Buffy said from above. "Promise?" He replied and still holding her pussy open he rose and taking his cock in the other hand rubbed the head along the open slit a few times before pushing it firmly into the opening, looking down to watch it enter. Once the head was in he released his grip and carrying his weight on both hands slipped the entire length slowly in until his pubic hair was flattened against her mound, almost hypmotised by the feel of the sheath expanding around his knob.

Buffy raised herself on her elbows, bracing herself with her hands on his forearms and arched her neck to look down at the large cock disappearing below her mound. "God he's big." She thought, panting slightly as she felt the knob rubbing along the sensitive tissue and forcing itself into the opening of her pussy. Reaching up to his shoulders she pulled him down against her, putting her heels against his back, as he began a full slow pumping, letting her adjust to his size, straining the depth almost past the limit.

Feeling her beginning to rise to meet him he picked up the pace until he was driving into her, banging the headboard of the bed against the wall as she pulled him closer, breathing in coarse grunting sounds in time with his thrusts. Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought "I'm glad mom isn't home, you can hear this all over the house." As she approached orgasm the muscles of her pussy clamped tightly around his plunging cock, urging him into a greater effort.

With his whole body screaming for release Angels rhythmic pounding became ragged until, unable to hold back any further he spread his legs to surround her and spaicalicaly thrusting, his balls crushed against her ass, he flooded her with blasts of semen. His lungs gasping for unneeded air he collapsed on her, gently caressing her face, in stark contrast to the pounding sex.

After a few minutes restfull cuddling he again rose to his knees and they both looked down to watch the not quite soft cock slide slowly from her open cunt and his cum pour out to soak the sheets. Looking up at him Buffy giggled, "We're going to have to wash those before mom gets home."

Rolling onto his side, Angel turned her to face him and with her head under his chin put his arms around her and softly rubbed her back. "God we're so lucky we found each other." he whispered.

" I don't think it was pure luck. We had to have happened." Buffy replied, with her lips against his chest, loving the salty taste of the sweat and reaching up to brush the hair from his headhead. " I feel so sorry for Willow. We have to do something."

"I think if we get together with Xander and Cordy we might be able to cook something up. I've seen the way her and Giles look at each other when they think the other isn't watching." he said.

"You noticed too, huh." Pressing herself closer they were almost asleep when Buffy jabbed him lightly in the ribs, "Next time you get the wet spot." she whispered.

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Returning from the bathroom Angel paused, looking at the sleeping Buffy who had rolled onto her stomach with her legs slightly spread, feeling the twitching of his cock at the sight of the twin globes of her ass. Turning back he took the jar of petrolium jelly and liberally coated his cock. With a goodsized dollop on his finger he quietly returned to the bed.

Gently spreading her cheeks with his fingers he pressed the jelly against her asshole and sofinseinserted his finger, slowly running it in and out. Buffy made a soft "mmmmm" sound in her sleep and smiled, pushing her ass back slightly against his hand and spreading her legs a little more.

As quietly as possible Angel knelt between her legs and poised the head at her rear entrance. Pressing slowly he felt the sphinter start to open, watching as it depressed and started to engulf the head. Disappearing a slow inch at a time the huge rod slipped through the tight ring to bury itself fully in her colon.

He started to withdraw when Buffy gave out a slight giggle, "I'm awake, you're not that sneaky, you think I'm going to stay asleep while you're pushing that thing up my ass. Good try though." Raising her hips she took a pillow and placed it under her, giving him a better angle, "Keep it slow, I want it to last."

"I'm gonna' get you one of these days." he replied.

About fifteen minutes of slow pumping later Angel couldn't hold off any longer and started a full pounding, building up his pressure. Her loud, animinalistic grunts at the bottom of each thrust egged him on to blast his seed deeply into her ass. Rolling onto their sides with his cock still buried Buffy tensed her sphinter to hold it in. "We have to get a camcorder, I sure want to watch that. We still have about an hour before I have to get up, let's take take a nap."

They awoke to the sound of a knock on the door. "If you two want some breakfast before Buffy leaves for school youter ter hurry. Angel, I stopped by the butchers and managed to get you some fresh pigs blood. Since it's alredayldaylite it looks like you're stuck here and I have a whole list of things that need a mans attention around the house, including me. You won't mind sharing will you Buffy." then almost as an afterthought Joyce added "I guess you missed my note that the seminar had been cancled, I've been in my bedroom all night, the heater ducts make a good intercom and if you look close there's a camcorder already in there. A little blackmail never hurt anybody."

Buffy and Angel looked at each other. "We're fucked!" they said together as Buffy slipped from the bed, pulling Angels limp cock slowly from her ass. Standing side by stheythey pulled their asscheeks apart, bent over and mooned the heater duct.


The wait of the Red Witch..........part 2-----Xander and Cordie


Turning her hand over in his jacket pocket Xander diddled the palm with his index finger.

"Really Xander, do you have to be so crude." Cordie said but made no move to extract her hand.

"C'mon babe, you're just as anxious to get back to the broom closet as I am." he replied waving to Buffy and Angel. Turning back to Cordie, "My folks'll probably be passed out in about half hour, you wanna stay over?"

"Sleeping in a basemesn'sn't my idea of a romantic tryst, couldn't you at least spring for a hotel?" She shoved him aside and moved past him toward the street.

Xander followed her a few steps and grabbed her by the arm. "That's hot talk from somebody that popped the whole football team in the locker room." he sneered.

"I didn't pop anybody in the locker room, that rumor was started by that peroxided pussy Harmony, if anybody did it, it was her." She yelled.

"Oh yeah?" he shouted

"Yeah!"

"YEAH!!"

Grabbing each other their lips met in unbridled passion.

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Half a block away Buffy and Angel heard the romantic interchange, "Ain't love grand." he said.

"I'll bet in ten seconds they're in the ally." Buffy replied.

"No takers."
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Xander locked onto Cordies arm and started to drag her toward the ally, which was rather difficult because she had him by the belt trying to drag him the same way. Sliding behind the dumpster away from prying eyes Cordie dropped to her knees fumbling at Xanders belt. He removed his jacket and dropped it on the ground saying "Here, kneel on this."

"Aren't you just the fuckin gentleman." She finally got the belt undone and jerked his trousers and smiley face briefs to the ground. Hick, ck, springing upward struck her sharply under the chin, "Hey, watch that shit."

"Yeah, bite me." Xander put his hands behind her head and pulled it forward. "Uh, forget I said that."

Cordilia put both hands on his butt and caught his dick in her mouth, not stopping until his pubic hair brushed her nose. Bobbing her head back and forth she slid one hand between his legs, jabbing her index finger up his ass, massaging his prostate in an attempt to get him to come as quickly as possible.

"Oh, yeah! Oh,baby! Yeah! That's the way. Oh, yeah. Suck it baby." Xander moaned.

Cordie removed her mouth from his dick, "Will you shut the fuck up, you sound like a reject from a John Holmes movie." she shouted.

"Just trying to let you know you're appreciated." Xander mumbled glumly, his feelings hurt and wondering who John Holmes was.

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Back in the shadows two vampires decided dinner could wait until after the floor show.
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Cordilia returned to Xanders cock taking only the head in her mouth and bringing her free hand up to start pumping on his shaft. Feeling his ass beginning to spasm around her finger she stopped pumping, awaiting the blast. Catching the flood she quickly swallowed, in a hurry to get it over with.

"OK babe, it's your turn now, get ready for paradise." Xander pulled up his pants.

"Who the hell writes his dialog, it damn sure can't be one of the regulars." She thought as she lay back on his jacket letting him remove her thong panty. "I don't know why I wear those things, they're uncomfortable as hell. Just a slave to fashion I guess."

Xander lay on his stomach, his head at her crotch and slowly began running his index finger in and out of her pussy, In spite of herself Cordie began to sqirm. As soon as he was sure of her arousal Xander removed his finger, sliding it into her ass and replacing the finger with his tongue.

His other hand worked the thumb down thru the thick coarse pubic hair (waxed to the exact outline of a thong bikini, by the way) to find the jutting protuberance of her clit.
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Back in the shadows one small, soft tanned hand and one large, calloused pale hand came from behind in perfect unison to cover the mouths of the two vampires while two syncronised stakes pierced two unbeating hearts.

The owner of the small hand glanced over at the couple on the ground, turned to the larger one, made the universal gesture of gag me with a spoon and motioned back the way they came.
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Despite her reluctance to let Xandeow how he was having any effect on her Cordie began squirming her hips on the ground. Finally saying to herself, "Fuck it, give credit where credit's due, the guy does have some talents." she grabbed him by the ears and started grinding her cunt violently into his face. Spasming in machinegun like orgasms she flooded his face with her juices.

Rising to their feet Xander retrieved his jacket and Cordies panties, wiping his face on the jacket lining he put the panties in the pocket, turning to Cordie he took her by the elbow. "C'mon Cord, my place's a lot closer than yours and you have a change of clothes there, and besides I'll spring for breakfast at Bennys."

"Ah! what the shit, you talked me into it." She slipped her hand down the back of his pants.

Xander put his hand behind her back and lifted up the hem of her miniskirt.

Together the two lovers, in perfect harmony with nature and their inner moppets, and their fingers up each others asses, strolled awkwardly off into the darkness.


The Wait of the Red Witch..............Part 3--------Willow


Willow paused just before turning the corner and looked back at the two couples preparing to wend their seperate ways homeward. "What's wrong with me, everybody has someone." she thought, but knowing that just 'someone' wouldn't do, it had to be a certain someone. Her shoulders slumped, she continued toward home.

"A littlrl lrl like you shouldn't be out alone on a night like this, care to join me for dinner." Willow looked up to see a large, rather scruffy vampire in full game face blocking her path. She just stared at him for a few seconds, he paused, not used to the impassive look she gave him.

"I'm not in the mood for play tonight, sorry." She wiggled her fingers slightly and a large splinter of wood from a broken box flew through the air. He immediately powdered and the breeze, blowing toward her coated her with a fine film of dust. "Damn, when am I going to learn to watch that." she sputtered, spitting it from her lips and wiping her face.

Reaching home she walked into the living room where her parents were on the couch watching some old Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee movie, notable only for the amount of veagveage and fangs. Pulling off her hat and coat and holding them across her lap, she plopped down beside her mother who uncurled her legs from the seat to make room. "You're home a little early tonight honey, is something wrong? You look a little blah."

"Nah, I'm OK mom, think it's just a case of the back to school blues." she turned and gave her mother a halfhearted smile.

Shelia reached over and rubbed the back of hand and down Willows cheek. "Ysualsually love school." she said and ld atd at the back of her fingers. "You've got that strange dust all over you again."

"I can't pee into the wind, I'm a girl." Willow said under her breath.

"What dear?" her mother asked with a puzzled frown.

"Oh nothing, Just coming around the corner the wind makes a swirl."

Sheila looked at her daughter strangely, quite certain that was not what she sait not not pushing it.

Her father heard whhe she said and choked on his mouthful of beer. "Are you alright dear?" Shelia said slapping him lightly on the back. "I'm OK." he replied trying to hold back the laughter. "It just went down the wrong pipe." and reached around his wifes shoulders to tousle Willows hair.

Willow glanced over at her father and saw the expression on his face. "Busted!" she thought. Aloud she said "I guess I better get to bed, tomorrows school." and hurriedot uot up and headed for the stairs. She was about half way up when her father turned and said over his shoulder, "You can always spit."

Turning a brilliant red and with a high, shrill "Eeeeeeeeeeee!" Willow covered her face with her hands and flew up the stairs into her room and quickly shut the door. "I might not have the boyfriend I want but I sure did luck out on my parents." she thought, giggling.

Downstairs Shelia curled her legs back on the couch snuggling against her husband. "What was that all about?" she asked.

"Oh nothing, just a guy thing." he replied turning and kissing the top of her head.

Shelia knew Ira and Willow had always been more like father and son than father and daughter. "She's been seeming a little blue lately, I know it's not the back to school stuff either, she loves school."

Ira rubbed his cheek against her hair, "She's eighteen, what were you doing when you were eighteen?" he asked.

"I was going with you then." she answered.

"OK, what were WE doing when you were eighteen."

Sheila was silent for a few seconds, "Oh!" she said softly, after a slight pause "and Willow isn't--?"

"I don't think so, but we don't have to worry, she's got her head on straight and she'll know what's right. What do you think about that librarian, Giles is it, is that his first or last name? I've seen her face when she talks about him."

"I think it's his last, he seems like a nice man. I know he takes a special intrest in her, but don't you think he's a little old." Sheila took his hand and rubbed the knuckles with her thumb.

"Age is just a state of mind. Take a good look at his eyes, I don't think he's your standard librarian." he replied, raising his hand and kissing the back of hers.

A few more silent minutes went by before Shelia turned to him putting her lips softly against his ear murmured "Boy, do I remembered what we were doing when I was eighteen. You're right, age ist ast a state of mind." Pushing her wet tongue in his ear she ped ped her hand into his fly.

Ira turned to her catching her lips with his and sliding his tongue gently into her mouth at the same time running his hand up her dress to rub her through the nylon panties, feeling the dampness start to seep through. "Maybe we should go to bed too." he whispered.

"Think eighteen, don't be such a old fuddy." she said. "We've done it on the couch before, don't worry about Willow coming down, like you said, she'll know what's right," Sheila undid his belt and unbuttoning his trousers slid them and his boxers down around his knees. Swinging around to lay on the couch she raised her hips slightly to allow him to remove her panties at the same time pulling her dress up around her waist.

Ira lifted one of her legs over the back of the couch and kneeling between her legs pressed the head in, waiting a few seconds before slowly pushing all the way in. He pumped a few times and then lowered himself to take her in his arms as she began to thrust her pelvis up against him, they settled into a familiar, comfortable sex, enjoying each others company as much as the act.

Upstairs Willow heard the couch start squeaking and smiled. "I hope I'm like that when I'm their age, matches like those two don't come along every day.eelieeling happy for her parents but a little more lonely herself. ing ing the drawer of her nightstand she took out her small "special box" where she kept her diary, her spell books, and a few other personal items no one else was supposed to see. Unlocking it she pulled out a round piece of pink plastic about six inches long with a switch on one end. "Well Mr. Pokey, it looks like it's just you and me again." she said sadly.

Taking her makeup mirror she propped the magnifying side up on the bed. "I don't know why but it always feels better when I watch." she thought. Flicking the switch on Mr. Pokey she ran it up and down her clit until she began to dampen. Watching herself in the mirror she placed the rounded tip at the entrance of her channel and putting one finger on the base so as not to block her view pressed the vibrator all the way in, turning the switch onto high.

Running it in and out a few times was all it took to bring her to orgasm, she relaxed a few minutes, thinking the real thing just had to be better. Withdrawing it she wiped it and replaced it in the box, "No disrespect meant Mr. Pokey but I'll bet Giles' dick is ten times as good as you. Technically I guess I'm still a virgin." she said locking him away.

Rising she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and shower before bed, turning the shower head to a fine hard spray she washed the grime of the day off and played with herself, running her fingers in and out of her lathered pussy until she had a second orgasm. "It's still not Giles cock." she thought, wondering what he was doing. Returning to her bed she heard the squeaks from the couch become a little more rapid before losing their rhythm and falling silent. "They outlasted me, that's for sure." she said enviously. Rolling onto her side she turned out the light and ullyully drifted off to sleep.

Waking to the sound of her Garfield alarm clock, and knowing Giles would be in the library, she quickly brushed her teeth and dressed, runnng downstairs to the kitchen to slice up a banana on a bowl of cereal and pour a glass of milk, noting her parents were still asleep, "Must have been a hard night for the old folks." she thought fondly. On her way out the door she saw her mothers panties still on the coffee table and resisting the undaughterly urge to hang them from the chandelier took them into the laundry room . "I wonder if they'll notice." Hurrying on her way she hoped today Giles would finally notice her. "After all, I'm a senior and I'm eighteen."


The Wait of the Red Witch.............Part 4---------Giles


Giles gave a final little swipe with the dust rag over the research table and turned toward the row of computers, leaving them for last still not believing they had a proper place in the library. Turning each one on he checked them to make sure they had all the updated programs and no porno bookmarks or folders left from the summer maintainance workers, remembering the time a couple of them thought it would be funny to put pictures of themselves doing everything humanly possible up as a screensaver.

Reaching the last one he gave it a little special attention, going so far as to polish the chair Willow would soon be sitting in. He opened a hidden program protected by several security blocks and accessable only to a select few. Knowing Willow had hacked into it over the summer to retrieve information he checked for messages she might have left and stepped back with a startled "What the shit!" There in glorious living color was his face, skillfuly pasted onto Arnold Schwarzeneggers nude body, reclining languidly on a hot pink divan and sporting a humongous erection.

"It must be that idiot Xander, I didn't think he knew that much about computers, or anything for that matter. I'll certainly have a word with him tomorrow, Willow might have seen it." Searching for the source of the picture he deleted it and gave the rest of the files a quick onceover for anything else that looked unusual. Satisfied there was nothing that might corrupt her he shut down the computers, locked the door and headed home.

Putting on the pot for tea he opened the fridge, trying to decide between cold porkchops, cold pizza, or cold tuna casserole, "I'll bet Willow is a great cook." he thought, picturing her bending over to look into the oven wearing nothing but an apron. Opting for the porkchop he shook himself trying to rid himself of the image but knowing it wouldn't work.

Remembering the first time he saw her as a freshman, peeking into the ary ary as though afraid it might bite, he briefly recaptured the paternal feeling that had surged through him. As Willow had progressed from all knees and elbows to a nicely proportioned young woman his feelings had run the gamut from fatherly thru friend to full blown lust. He knew he couldn't do anything about his feelings but thought as long as he kept them private they could continue their friendship.

Smearing an obscene amount of mustard on the porkchop he made a sandwich, taking it and the tea into the living room where a few final items for tomorrow needed his attention on the coffee table. Trying to concentrate on the papers the mental image of Willow and the oven kept pushing itself to the forefront of his mind resulting in a gradually increasing erection that required constant adjustment in his pants. Exasperated he opened his fly to give the offending member freedom to grow as it wished.

The image progressed to include the bulbous head between his legs pressed against a cute, palerose asshole, and then slowly dissapearing from sight. Knowing it was useless, he continued to try to finish the work before him, occasionally reaching down to pump his cock a little in an attempt to ease the tension but the idea that it could be Willows' small, soft hand with her smiling lips around the head just increased the problem.

"God, this is getting to be ridiculious, why now?" Knowing the answer was that tomorrow he would be seeing her on a daily basis. "I might as well get up a little early tomorrow and finish this. Willow, you surely can disrupt a mans concentration." he said half humrously, not blaming himself or Willow for the images, knowing they were beyond his control. Rising, his cock preceding him by a good eight inches he went up the stairs to a shower and bed.

Turning the water on to a fine hard spray, he wondered if Willow was doing the same thing, her image had followed him unbidden upstairs and into the shower. Thinking of her warm, soapy back against his stomach, his cock pressed into the crack of her ass, and one hand tweeking the nipple of a jaunty little tit, while his fingers slipped in and out of her lathered pussy was the last straw. Grabbing his dick with fierce dermination he began to pump in a desperate attempt for release.

Reaching climax he shot the massive jets of semen across the shower walls, where they were washed in usless futility down the drain. Relieved of pressure but not desire he gazed ruefuly down at his hand, "Dammit, why couldn't you be Willows' cunt." Slightly ashamed of his choice of words but sure of his meaning.

Reaching the bed he crawled under the covers, The extra pillow immediately sprouted lovely auburn hair and a pair of luminous green eyes. "Willow, give an old man a break." he whined, passing into an unrestful sleep.

The next morning he staggered downstairs to a cup of instant coffee and a half slice of cold pizza. Taking the papers from the coffee table he went reluctantly out into the morning knowing this was the last year Willow would be in highschool. "After all, she's eighteen and she's a senior." he thought.


The Wait of the Red Witch--Part 5..........The first day


"Hey Buffy!"

"Hey Wills. You look a little peeked. Didn't sleep good last night?"

"Nah, I guess all the excitement of the first day got to me. You seen Xander and Cordie yet?" Willow looked enviously at the well rested Buffy. "You sure look peppy for someone who probably kept someone else up all night."

"You just have a dirty mind, yeah I saw them on the front steps on way way in. We're all going to meet in the library during lunch and compare notes. See if Giles has any updating for us." Buff saw Willows' eyes light up at the mention of Giles name. "OK, we definitely have to work on this." She thought.

Comparing class schedules they were surprised at how few classes they had together. "There's the bell. See you in the library." "K"

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Entering the library Buffy have Giles a hug. "Hey Giles, how'd you make it thru the summer. You sure look kinda worn. Must'a missed us huh."

"Actually,the summer was rather uneventful. I just didn't sleep very well last night. I must say you look chipper. Are you ready to start training." he put his arm around her waist and walked her to the table.

"Good ol Giles, he sure don't mess around." She thought, taking her old seat.

Willow flew into the library straight to Giles and throwing her arms around him gave him the hardest hug she could muster, crushing her cheek against his chest. "Oooh! it's been all summer, how've you been. What's happened. Oooh it's so good to see you again. You look great."

Giles staggered back a few steps, putting his hands on her shoulders he gently disengaged himself, not making eye contact. "Willow, you must remember where you are. If some people saw that they might get entirely the wrong idea." "Including me, God, if she does that again I don'tnk Ink I'll be able to control myself." he thought.

"Why did I do that, he must think I'm a stupid little girl." Her eyes glistened, trying to fight back the tears. "Now he won't even look at me."

Buffy watched Willow go from total exuberance to a crushed little girl in the space of five seconds. Glaring at Giles behind his back she thought "You dumb son of a bitch, I ought to stake you right now." Going to Willow she put her arm around her, "You OK Wills?" Looking at Giles, who had his back to them shuffling some papers she stared daggers through him.

"Yeah I'm OK, just got something in my eye." she said wiping it with the back of her hand, and plopped down in front of her computer, turning it on and beginning to click thru the files. She backed up a couple of times with a slightly puzzled look on her face, then with a small shrug continued searching.

Giles kept his back to the girls, his eyes slightly moist. Knowing he had hurt Willow, but not knowing what else to do, he didn't trust himself to face them and not blaming Buffy for the sharp weapons he knew were entering his back.

Cordie and Xander strolled in with Cordie berating Xander for his lack of table manners. Xander, stuffing the last of a HoHo in moutmouth sputtered "Hey, G-man, Wazza hops."

Grasping for any straw to break the tension Giles turned with a sense of relief to Xander. "Good morning Xander, although I'm glad you spent the summer improving your computer skills I hope you realize that neither myself nor Mr. Schwarzenegger are appreciative of your choice of subject matter and your effort has been returned to limbo where it belongs."

Buffy, standing about three inches from Willow heard an almost inaudible "oops".

Xander gazed blankly at Giles. "Huh!"

"Yes, well I hope you consider yourself properly chastized, and please don't call me G-man." Giles turned to greet Cordilia.

"Uh, well sure G-man, whatever you say." Xander mumbled fishing a DingDong out of his slightly stained jacket.

The rest of the period was spent setting up training schedules and detailing contingency plans in the event of unexpected catastrophies.

On the way out the door Buffy took Cordilias arm, drawing her back a few steps from the others, "Top secret meeting at the mansion tonight, you and Xander be there but make sure neither Willow or Giles know about it, super important." she whispered cryptically.
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Part--6...........The Wait is over, Fri. 21 Dec.


Willow and Giles walked up to the table in The Bronze where Angel and Buffy were in a heated argument.

hey\hey're haunted I tell you." Angel said in an even but obviously angry voice.

"No they're not." Buffy snapped back. "True there's something there but it's not ghosts. Apparations of some sort but not ghosts."

"I "I live there and I say it's ghosts."

"Can't be"

"What's going on, who's haunted." Willow looked at Cordie.

"Not who, what," Cordie looked at the two glaring an each other across the table. "Angel says a couple of rooms in the mansion are haunted."

"I heard some of the stuff and I hate to say it but for once I agree with dead bore.\re." Xander jerked a thumb at Angel.

"It can't be, all of the ghosts I've heard of are just stuck in the place they died and there's no record of anybody ever dying there." Buffy said, obviously still upset. "There has to be some other reason."

Giles harrumphed importantly, getting everyones attention, "Well, things have been a little slow in the demon catagory this past week. This would be an excellent opportunity to refresh ourselves in evaluating supernatural occurences. We could do it tonight."

"Huh?" asked Xander brightly.

"He said we ought to go check it out." Cordie explained, "But why don't we do it tomorrow, it's a little late to get started on something like that now."

"Yeah, tomorrow night, I still have a little wireing to d--'OW!" Xander yelped as Cordies' three inch spike heel came down in the middle of his instep.

"Alright then, tomorrow it is, shall we meet here at say, sevenish?" Getting nods from all the others Giles left. Willow turned to stare after him, missing the high fives the four gave each other under the table.
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"Very well now Angel, what are some of the occurances. Perhaps we should note them down for reference."

The six were seated around the fireplace in the mansion. Willow had taken a seat by Buffy on cou couch while the others were scattered in a semicircle of chairs.

"Mostly it's the sounds. They're, uh, er, well, um sounds." Angel was obviously reluctant to describe them.

"Oh boy are they sounds." Buffy said amused, "They sound like, like, uh."

"They sound like a couple getting it on." Cordie came in impatiently.

Jotting it down Giles muttered, "A couple getting it on, yes, that's a very, very,...what exactly is 'A couple getting it on.'?"

"A couple having sex Giles, didn't they teach you anything in watchers school?" Willow heaved an exasperated sigh, then to herself "especially how to tell when a young, beautiful, sexy, nubile girl has an extreme case of the hots for your body."

Giles had been looking at Willow as she was speaking but at the word 'sex' he immdiately averted his eyes, staring studiously at the doorway to the rooms in question, an act that was not lost on the others, including Willow. "Dammit, I know he wants me, what'll I have to do, tie him to a bed and rape him."

"Oh! I see, uh sex hm, well that would seem to rule out ghosts, but we can't be certain about it without further investigation, is there anything else?" Giles looked at the others, getting the word 'sex' out with obvious difficulity and avoiding looking at Willow with equally obvious difficulty.

"Yeah! what's really odd is it never happens when two people of the opposite 'sex' are in the same room together, only when the opposite 'sexes' are in the adjoining rooms." Buffy stressed 'sex' lightly, putting a slightly obscene emphasis on it each time, happily watching Giles become a little more uncomfortable each time. "That's why we never noticed it before, there has to be a 'male and female' in opposite rooms at the same time and the door has to be closed."

"I see, it's beginning to sound less and less like ghosts all the time, has there ever been any sign of anger or danger?" Giles ran his finger around his suddenly uncomfortably tight collar.

"Not unless you call falling on the floor dangerous, when those two start humpin' they really bounce the bedsprings." Xander looked at Cordilia and twitched his eyebrows.

"Xander, you surely could have found a better choice of words, there are ladies present," Giles was now starting to show a slight film of sweat on his forehead.

Willow had been looking from one to another and knowing something was not quite right but not being able to put a finger on it decided to try to play along, after all, it was definitely getting to Giles. "When you hear the sounds can you tell who's on top? Knowing that might help."

Angel picked up on it immediately, "It depends on which room you're in, ladies to the right, gents to the left."

Cordie decided it was time for her to get another two cents, well, make it a nickles worth, in. "There was one time it sounded like she was getting cornholed."

Having jabbed his pencil thru his notebook Giles was unable to take any more notes and trying to hide his rapidly solidifying dick stood facing away from the group. "Why don't a couple of you go into the rooms and see if you can hear the sounds?" Trying for anything to break the escalating theme of the conversation.

"Good idea," Angel added, "but wouldn't it be better if two of each 'sex' went into each room. That way we could compare notes and see if each heard the same thing. Buffy, why don't you and Willow take the room on the right and Giles and I'll take the left. Cordie, you and Xander stay here, if we need anything we can call on you."

"Uh, exellent plan Angel." Giles rapidly began sideling toward the door attempting to keep his back to the girls. Angel followed, peeking into the room as if expecting something to happen, before closing the door.

"Okey, c'm'on Wills, lets see if we can figure this out, you might even be able to use some magic here." Buffy grabbed Willow by the hand and towed her toward the desiginated room. Once inside Buffy cocked her head to one side, listening intently. "Hear anything ?" she asked.

"You have to close the connecting door first,-- blondie." Angels voice came thru the open portal.

"Up your chute with a rubber boot, macho man." Buffy replied sweetly and moved to shut the door in question.

Willow, meanwhile had been surveying the room, it was undoubtably feminine with a large, fourposter bed covered by a frilly pink spread, several chairs covered in rose brocade and a chest of drawers with several items on it and topped by a large oval mirror. The only thing that seemed even slightly out of place was the large mirror directly over the bed.

Giles room was as masculine as Willows was feminine. A basic bed with a single pillow and an old army blanket, two wooden chairs and a footlocker at the foot of the bed with a mopbucket full of dirty, soapy water on it.

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As soon as the four were out of sight Cordie and Xander ran to the adjoining room where there were several television monitors and a console with about a dozen remote control switches. One of the monitors covered the entire room where Giles and Angel were and the others were placed at stragetic points in Willow and Buffys'.

"Xander, I don't care what anybody else says, you do have some talents and I'm glad shop and a sneaky mind are two of them." Cordie leaned forward to rest her tits on Xanders head.

"Hey babe, you ain't too shabby yourself, the slime was you're idea." Xander complemented. "Now lets settle down, we don't want to miss a signal."

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"There, hear that?" Buffy questioned.

"I don't hear a thing, you sure it's nott yot your ears." Willow was obviously listining hard with a puzzled look on her face.

"No, listen, it's getting louder." Buffy turned to the bed and cupped her hand behind her ear.

"uh,uh, oh, ump, uh,oh, oh, yes, uh, huh, huh ......" the sounds, barely perceptable, slowly grew in volume.

"Oh boy I hear them now." Willow said, starting to edge toward the bed, her breath coming a little faster.

Buffy followed a little back of Willow, putting her hand behind her back gave a thumbs up sign to the corner of the room.

Willow turned back to Buffy, the sounds plainly getting to her, "Uh, Buffy, this may be a personal question but is that really what it sounds like?"

"That's pretty much it." she answered, wondering what Cordie and Xander were doing when they made the recording. "Maybe I don't want to know." she thought, turning her back to the corner and reaching back to scratch her ass.

"eek, eek, squeek, squeek, screech screech" They both turned to look back at the bed, where a small indentation appeared, rapidly springing back to normal only to reappear slightly deeper until it was a full eight inches deep and about two feet in diameter, depressing in perfect rhythm with the grunting sounds.

"It's never done that before, just sounds." Buffy took Willows arm and moved closer to the bed, skillfully placing Willow directly on a faint chalkmark on the floor.

"Wow! That's really something. Maybe it's because there are two people here or something." Willow stared openmouthed at the bed, definitely having trouble with her breathing, unconciously reaching down to rub her crotch.

Certain Willow was rooted to the spot and not likely to move Buff slowly slid a couple of feet to one side and flipped off the corner.

The bouncing became more and more rapid while the grunting sounds progressed to understandable words. "Oh, oh yes, yes now now NOW CUM CUM!!" A gigantic jet of a creamy white, thick liquid shot from a hidden orfice in one of the bedposts to cover Willow from neck to toe in a coating of milky slime.

Using the last iota of her slayers willpower Buffy managed to keep a straight face and rushed to Willows' side. "God Willow, what happened, are you hurt?"

"Yuck! Yuck! YUCK! This is gross, slimey gross! Yuck!" Willow desprately tried to wipe herself with her hands.

"Shit, you've got to get those clothes off, we don't know what that stuff is." Buffy started helping Willow divest herself of her clothing, "Better get everything off, I'll see if there's something to wear in that dresser."

Rummaging thru the drawers Buffy pulled out a couple of towels, taking them to Willow and pausing for a moment to admire the beautiful nude body. Helping Willow to wipe off she let the edge of her hand slide along Willows' damp slit, forcing some of the milky stuff up into it and up the crack of her ass. "I'm glad I'm not lesbo but Willow sure is tempting, Giles is going to be the luckiest man in the world." she thought.

Returning to the dresser she pulled out a mans undershirt. "This is all there is. Put it on for now. I'll run up and get some of my clothes." Tossing it to Willow she dashed out the door before Willow had a chance to comment.

At somewhat of a loss Willow donned the undershirt and with nothing else to do wiped up the mess on the floor and went to look at herself in the mirror. "It does look kinda sexy." She thought posing for herself. leaning forward slightly her entire tit showed thru the armhole while rasing her arms above her head brought the hem to about an inch above her crotch. "Wow Gil Giles could only see me now."

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Angel gave Buffy a wink as she closed the door and moved back to stand beside Giles. "Well, we've never tried it with two people in the room at the same time. Let's see what happens."

Both stood expectantly in the center of the room. "I don't hear a sound." said Giles "How about you?"

"Me neither, maybe it's because the're two of us."

"OOh! baby! yeah, umph! ungh! ungh!" the sounds started out quietly, slowly gaining in volume.

"There! I hear it now." Giles said excitedly, "It sounds as if it's coming from the bed."

"I don't hear anything, you sure" Angel moved closer to the bed, his head cocked attentively to one side.

"Of course I hear it, it's getting louder all the time, you have to hear it."

"Sorry. I can't hear a thing, you sure it's coming from the bed?" Angel cupped his hand behind his ear.

The bed started rocking slightly back and forth while the sounds steadly grew louder, "ungh! uhuhngh! hungh! oh baby! hungh! baby that is one tight asshole! uhngh!"

"I'm gonna kill Xander." thought Angel then a second thought hit him, "But then maybe he wasn't ad-libbing."

"Look! Look at the bed." shouted Giles

"What about it?" Angel looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Giles was now pointing excitedly at the bed, which by now was bouncing completely off the floor.

"Wwwilllooow, Wwwilllooow." came in as a soft, almost subaudible background to the grunts. "Nice touch Xander, but you kinda' overdid the bed bounces." thought Angel, still looking at Giles with an uncomprending expression.

Giles grabbed Angel forcefully by the arm dragging him toward the bed and pointing repeatedly, totally unable to get out an articulate word.

Angel tripped over his own feet, falling against the corner of the footlocker and flipping the mopbucket up to completely soak Giles in filthy, soapy water. The bed immediateettlettled back to being just a bed.

"Dammit Giles, what was that all about?" Angel angerly rose to his feet glaring at the sodden mess before him. and then calming down slightly, "Did you hear something?"

"Hear and see!" Giles shouted excitedly, "the bed was bouncing all over the room, and the sounds were--were--." He trailed off not wanting to connect Willows' name with the other sounds.

"I didn't hear anything." Angel was still looking at him oddly but plainly mollified. "Let's go out and compare notes with the girls." Then as if noticing Giles state for the first time "You can't go out there like that, let's see if there's anything in here." Digging thru the footlocker all he could come up with were some dirty sox and a couple of towels.

Tossing the towels to Giles he said "Get out of those wet clothes and dry off, I'll go get you some of my things." Seeing the rather prominent erection outlined against the wet trousers, and thinking Willow was soon to get re luc lucky but that it was a sight he could forego, he hurredly left the room.
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Buffy and Angel hit the control room at exactly the same time, "Awright!" "Way to go!" "Are we good or what!" "Slicker'n snot on a doorknob!" With high fives all the way around the four gathered around the monitors.
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Willow was still posing for herself in the mirror, knowing she was unobserved the poses got a little more risque each time.

"Poof!" The faint sound from behind her seemed to echo in the large room. Turning to find the scorce she froze in fear. There sitting obnoxiously on a chair seat was a very large, disgustingly green, evil looking frog.
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Giles had finished drying himself and not trusting the bed was seated on one of the hard wooden chairs, absentmindedly playing with his dick and wishing Angel would hurry back with the clothes.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK! HELP, SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

The screams came clearly thru the closed door to the adjoining room.

"WILLOW!" Shouted Giles, immediately forgetting his state of undress he flew from the chair to hit the door at a dead run, slamming it open he was a good fifteen feet into the room before he slowed enough to take stock of his surroundings.th nth neither of the occupants noticing, the door quietly closed behind him.

"My God he's gorgeous." Thought Willow, forgetting the frog and running her eyes from his head slowly down to his toes and back up, then down again to let them settle on the eight inch erection jutting from the coarse triangle of pubic hair, "so that's what a real one looks like, it's beautiful."

Giles came to a screeching halt, his first thought being for Willows safety he quickly scanned the room, noting nothing out of place other than a large inflateable Kermit on one of the chairs. His second was that he had never seen anything as lovely in his life. Willow stood before him in a mans undershirt, her nipples, in a state of excitement, poked sharply against the thin, translucent material, her arms, raised as though in panic brought the hem almost two inches above her crotch and her pubic hair showed thru as an enticing darker patch directly above. His third thought was that he was standing before this vision stark naked with a raging hardon.

Unconciously raising his arms to her, he took a step forward before getting himself under control. No sooner had he come to a stop than the floor board under his right foot snapped, the end pivioting up smacked him sharply in the ass driving him into Willows now outstretched arms and propelling them both onto the bed where they lay, with his dick, having slipped under the undershirt, now pressed warmly against her belly.
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Back in the control room, the rest of the Scoobies, satisfied that all was going according to plan, pushed a large couch in front of the monitors and settled back for an evenings prime time family entertainment.
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Willows' and Giles eyes locked, all the pent up emotion that had been building came forth in that one glance and Giles lowered his head for their lips to meet in in their first kiss. Their eyes closed as Giles cupped both hands behind her head and slipped his tongue slowly into her mouth. Willow wrapped her hands around his chest and slowly spread her legs to bring her heels up to rest against his buttocks.

The suden realization of what he was doing hit Giles like a hammer. "NO" he shouted, tearing himself away from Willow in a panic. "Willow, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen. *Liar* I-I'm old enough to be your father. I'm sorry." Completely unnerved he turned toward the door.

Willow lay stunned, totally inable to comprehend the sudden turn of events.
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Back in the control room a collective groan and cries of, "I don't belive this shit!" "That blithering idiot!" "What the fuck's he doing?" "Where did we go wrong?" "I'm gonna kill that cocksucker." filled the room.
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A broken man, knowing he was throwing away his last hope for paradise, Giles reached for the doorknob.

" WHAM! CRASH! SLAM!" With deafening noises thick metal bars, studded with bronze rivets spanned the door, immediately followed be cle clatter of giant chains, secured by massive padlocks to hold them in place.

Startled, Giles jumped back a good ten feet, lucky he did for a six foot wide moat of boiling lava opened directly before the door.

Giles turned to see Willow, minus the undershirt, floating three feet off the floor, surrounded by a brilliant crimson aura of pure rage.

"Rupert Giles you dumb son of a bitch I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you and I know you got got the hots for me too and now I've got you naked with a hardon in a sexy bedroom and if you think I'm going to let you get away you're crazy and if you don't turn those sweet little buns around and come back here and fuck the shit out of me right now so help me God I'll turn you into a-a-WART HOG!--!! WITH EXTRA WARTS!!"

Stunned, Giles moved toward her, several thoughts at the same time running thru his head, "Thank God, at least SHE has some will power." "She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." and oddly "I wonder how she got all that out in one breath."

Reaching Willow he raised his hands to take her softly around the waist, pulling her down against him.

She once again spread her legs, wraping them around his chest and her arms around his neck, letting herself slide slowly down, until her pussy barely touched his dick. Giles moaned at the indescribably erotic feel of her pubic hair sliding along his torso, Looking straight across into his eyes her expression changed to one of calm happiness.

Again meeting his lips, her tongue pressed softly into his mouth, entering and withdrawing in utter salitality. Slipping down she paused once more as the head touched against her anus. Pulling her head slightly back she gazed gently into his eyes, "I want you there too." she whispered.

Giles carried her to the bed, laying her on her back he disengaged himself, he backed away saying softly "I'm not going anywhere this time, I just want to look at you."

Willow put her hands behind her head and brought her feet up onto the bed, spreading her legs. Giles just stood for a about a minute, not beliving, she was letting him do this. Moving forward he dropped to his knees, placing his head between her legs he spread the lips with his thumbs and dipped his tongue into her pussy, wondering where the slightly tangy taste of buttermilk came from.

Willow moaned, putting her hands behind his head and moving her crotch up and down against his face. "Oh God, Mr Pokey was never like this."

Wanting her to have their first orgasm together with him inside her, Giles rose to move her into the center of the bed. Positioning himself above her, resting his weight on one arm he took his cock in the other hand ready to enter when she stopped him.

"I want to do it." Willow reached down to wrap her hand around him just above the head and brought it up to rub against the slit, placing him against the opening she looked up into his eyes. "OK, now." she said.

Giles pressed into her, feeling the sheath expand around him with an incredible sensation of closeness, with her hand still between them he felt an added pressure against the head. "God, I don't want to hurt her." he stopped, looking down at her face for a sign of pain.

Willow, closing her eyes, felt the head enter, passing through the constriction around the opening and the shaft slide between her fingers into her body. Feeling the pressure inside her grow and Giles movement stop she opened her eyes to see the concern on his face. Removing her hand she said softly, "Don't be afraid silly, I'm not."

Lowering himself onto her he slid his arms under her shoulders to cup his hands around the top of her head. Willow, wrapping her arms around him, again spreading her legs to bring her heels up against his buttocks.

Gaining confidence Giles began a full, slow pumping, gradually increasing until he was thrusting just this side of harshness. Feeling Willow begin to constrict he slowed slightly, wanting to extend it as long as possible. Finally, unable to hold back he picked up the pace and flooded her with huge blasts of semen as she clamped almost painfully around him.
Ra Raising on his elbows Giles looked at the tears streaming down her face, "God Willow, did I hurt you?" A note of panic entered his voice.

"Of course you hurt me you dumb shit, Oh! I never dreamed it could be like that, it was beautiful." Grabbing him as he started to rise she clamped him tightly with arms and legs. "Don't you dare pull it out, we're going to sleep like this." rolling onto her side and pulling him with her she buried her face in his neck and levitated them both just enough to take most of his weight off her leg. "Now go to sleep." she whispered, then with a slight giggle, "And don't you ever mess with my artwork again."

"Did you know you're cute when you're angry?" Giles murmurred.

Neither had noticed that the lights had dimmed to a rosey, pink glow.

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Back in the control room,

"I told her she might get to use some magic." sniffled Buffy, dabbing delicately at her eyes with a bit of tissue.

Xander, wiping his nose with his sleeve, turned to the other equally unemotional Scoobies. "Did we do good or what."

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The next morning Willow turned sleepily to Giles. "Do you get the feeling that we were set up." snuggling against him.

"The thought did cross my mind, it's wonderful to have friends."

"Well we might as well give them their moneys worth." Willow moved to place her pussy over Giles face and took his cock in her mouth.

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Merry Christmas and a Happy Hanukkah from Giles and Rosenburg