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Reflections
Interlude I
But I have prayed for thee, that thy Faith fail not...
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Damn! These two are something else; I don’t think I’ve ever had this much fun screwing before! This was my third time with these two in the last month, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never done that before either...I mean usually I’m; get some, get gone, don’t bother calling...but I think these two are kinda becoming a habit.
Usually when I’m with a guy and a girl, it’s the guy pounding me from behind while I eat the girl, but Beth was the one pounding me so damn good with a strap-on that I was about to cum for the second time, while I was still trying to suck Alex off for his first of the night.
“Oh God, Faith!” Alex groaned, running his fingers through my hair over and over.
I can’t believe how turned on that makes me. I kept expecting him to grab my hair and start screwing my face like his wifey there was screwing my pussy, but he never did. Hell, I even told him I didn’t mind, but he just smiled and stroked my face...which kinda freaked me a little, I admit.
Not that it mattered, I guess, Beth was hitting it hard back there, and that was driving me onto his cock almost like he was pounding away...I kinda like it rough, though so I wasn’t gonna complain. I like the way he grunted every time his dick slid past the back of my throat and I tried to swallow around it. Hey, if there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s suck cock...it’d be a shame to waste that kind of talent!
Then Beth started smacking my ass and growling, “You like that, don’t you Faithy?”
God, don’t let any of the gang ever hear me letting someone call me Faithy!
“You like me spanking your ass, stuffing that pussy full, while hubby’s dick is stuck down your throat, don’t you!?”
Hell yes I like it! These two know how to fricken cut loose! They’re wild and not the least bit ashamed about it. I started moaning and trying to nod my head, which I couldn’t do very well, what with a mouth full of cock. A couple more smacks on the ass and I was cumming hard again and it felt so damn good!
Well, my groaning and moaning was enough to set Alex off, and he started spurting his load into my mouth, crying, “Faith! Faith! Oh Faith!” His fingers were tangled up in my hair, pulling it a little, and I love the way that feels...especially when I’m already cumming! Yeah, I’m a dirty girl...just the way I’m wired, I guess.
I stared into Alex’s eyes and swallowed his cum down with a loud gulp. Ha! Men are so easy. The ‘big gulp’ never fails to make ‘em whimper like the little puppies they are! Of course, then it’s my turn to let out a little moan as Beth unbuckled her harness and pulled that big rubber dick out of me. Unlike a man, that doesn’t get soft when we’re done with it, and I felt every inch slide by.
Beth and Alex moved almost like they had it choreographed; she pulled me upright, so I was kneeling on the bed while he spun around and laid down with his head between my spread knees. She kissed me hard and deep and then pulled away before I could even kiss back.
“You didn’t save any for me,” Beth pouted. “Oh well, I guess I’ll have to go to the source.”
She laid down with her body at an angle to his, her face at his lap. She sucked his limp cock into her mouth with a loud slurp, and then pulled off of it and licked her lips. “Mmm, Faithy! You taste good on hubby!”
I let my eyes rake over her body...damn she’s hot! She knows it too, running one hand down to squeeze a tit, and then down over her flat little stomach and to her pussy. I could see the juices coating her hot little box and my mouth started to water...I like guys a lot, but I like women even more; and I already knew from experience that Beth tastes fricken great! Hot, salty and musky...I couldn’t help but lick my lips in anticipation.
Of course, I couldn’t just give in that easy...
She ran one finger along her lips, wetting the tip. Then she turned her hand and made a ‘come here’ gesture at me with the wet finger.
“Did you want something?” I asked her, acting like I wasn’t chompin’ at the bit to bury my face in that muff.
“Uh huh, I want your freakish-long tongue so far inside me that I can feel it in my stomach!” she growled at me.
Before I could say anything, I felt Alex’s tongue doing that very thing to me. “Damn, a girl could get used to this!” I grunted out, totally not caring that I sounded like some kind of rutting animal. The thought running through my head as I fell down face first into Beth’s sopping pussy was that this is what sex is supposed to be like!
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After Beth had sucked Alex’s hard-on back to life, she pushed him onto his back and started riding him up and down in long, slow strokes. I was grinding on Alex's tongue, man that guy’s got some fricken stamina! I don’t know how many times I came, mostly because while we were riding Alex like some kind of carnival ride, at the same time Beth was kissing me...So soft, and slow...
Damn it! She made me cry, and I never cry. I hate crying like nothing else. I don’t freaking cry...except...
It wasn’t even her that was making me do it, it’s just that...the way she was kissing me...I think that’s how its supposed to be when you love someone...I’ve never had sex with someone I loved before...and when I closed my eyes all I could see was B’s face. I guess it felt like what I think it would be like to be with B, and I know that’s never gonna happen.
So I was getting eaten out so good that the orgasms were hitting me, like, back to back; and at the same time I was getting kissed so slow and sweet...but I couldn’t think of anything but her, not the two I was actually with, but Buffy freaking Summers!
I felt this ache in my gut, like there was a big hole inside of me. Finally I collapsed off to the side, and Beth collapsed on her hubby, licking me off of his face and humming in pleasure. He was just panting and saying my name and her name over and over.
I turned around and sat up, facing away so they couldn’t see the tears on my face. I felt this really crappy combination of shame and emptiness...yeah, I’m one messed up chická, that dead certain.
“Hey, Faithy?” Alex asked in a quiet voice.
“Yeah?” I said, not letting any of my messed up feelings show in my voice.
“Stay if you want?” he said kinda questioningly.
“Yeah, we’ll cook breakfast...” Beth piped up. “Alex makes a wicked French toast...”
Damn them. Made me cry even harder. “Hey, thanks, but I...” I couldn’t even come up with a good lie. I stood up real fast and started grabbing my clothes. I wouldn’t be right, sleeping in their arms and dreaming about B all night. They don’t deserve to have to put up with crap like that.
“Ok,” Alex said, playing it cool like it was no big deal. “Hey, you gonna be at the Bronze Friday night?”
I stopped. Part of me knew I should say no. This was getting outta hand, I mean, bumping into each other by chance and hooking up was one thing...even three times...but making plans and stuff?
“Sure, round 10?” I said, hating myself as soon as I said it.
“Mmm, looking forward to it Faithy!” Beth growled in this sexy voice that made me want to turn right around and go at it all over again.
“Cool, see ya!” Damned if I wasn’t already looking forward to it too. I’m pathetic.
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Interlude II
Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, which feed among the
lilies....
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Another night lying in bed, frustrated beyond belief. I hate this. Of course, I love the thing that makes it like this...
Making out with Xander is my new favorite pastime. It used to be that fantasizing about making out with Xander was one of my favorites, and when I thought about it, like kinda from a distance- or I guess Giles would say, when I thought about it rationally- I figured it couldn’t be really as good as I fantasized.
It is, though; and it isn’t. Kissing Xander, holding him in my arms and just being close like that...it’s really wonderful. It really is a fantasy come true- and can he ever kiss? So yummy I just can’t stand it!
Of course, that’s the problem...Making out is wonderful, everything I ever wanted, except...in my fantasies the making out part is just part. As in the first part, after which there is a second part, and maybe even more parts all culminating in Xander and I having sex...lots and lots of sex. That’s pretty much all I think about most of the time any more.
Things are progressing...like Xan said, he needs to go slow, but it’s not like he doesn’t want to go...progress is being made...it’s glacier-like, but it’s progress.
Tonight’s progress was hands in new places...
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“Oh God Xander! That feels so...so...” I was groaning while Xander did wonderful things to my throat with his lips and tongue. I always thought hickeys were kinda gross, but I don’t mind them so much any more. It’s not like I’m covered in them either, mostly he just teases, licking and little nips...I didn’t know there were that many sensitive spots on my neck but he seems to find every one of them.
He pulled back and looked me in the eyes with that intense Xander-stare that makes me feel all gooey inside. “I love when you touch me, Dawn!” he said in this kinda rumbly, so, so sexy voice.
“Love feeling you!” I whispered just before he started kissing me again. We’d already moved to me having my hands under his shirt, I just love the feel of his chest and stomach! Muscley goodness! And that hair just below his navel, I love to trace it down to his pants...I wish I could keep following it all the way down...I hear they call that line of hair the ‘happy trail’ and I want to get to the happy!
Xander’s hands were touching my skin too, but he barely ever went under my shirt- that’s why I always wear midriff T’s and tanks...he’ll touch whatever isn’t covered. Once in a while his hands stray up to my breasts, always over the shirt, but still it feels so good when he does that! He must think I only own very short, incredibly thin-material tops, cause that’s all I wear around the apartment.
I’m really, really trying to respect the slow-go, but I’ll take any loophole I can get!
Tonight though, he had his hands on my sides, just above my waistband and when he moved up, he surprised me because he didn’t stop when he got to my shirt...“Oh God!” I gasped as I felt the heat of his skin against the sides of my boobs for the first time! My nipples were so hard, just the movement of the cotton material against them was driving me insane!
“Oh God, Dawnie!” he rasped in this hoarse voice and I felt a shiver run though me.
“Don’t stop!” I gasped, then I started kissing him really slow and soft, cause I’ve learned that that is the best kiss for distracting him from pretty much anything else. Soft, open-mouth kisses with just the tip of my tongue teasing his...I always get this feeling like life could be perfect if we could just kiss like that forever and ever.
I could feel the muscles in my stomach start to shake when his palms slid over my breasts and covered my nipples...I thought I might go nuts then, I was whining and groaning and...God, so embarrassing! I started rubbing myself against that huge bulge in his jeans...I was so on fire! I was so lost in the moment I didn’t notice at first that his hands had moved down out of my shirt.
“Dawn!” he groaned, like he was in pain. “Dawnie, stop...”
“Oh God!” I realized what I was doing and I felt so humiliated, and frustrated, and for a second I even felt really angry that he stopped me. I had been about a heartbeat away from cumming! Of course about a second later I felt even worse for being angry.
For a moment there I actually sympathized with every jerk-guy out there that pushes his girlfriend for sex...and what does that say about me? God, I’m the girl here, and I’m the one acting like some asshole jock date-rapist!
“Oh, Xander...I’m sorry, I got carried away, I...”
He shut me up with a kiss, which made me feel better, cause it meant he wasn’t mad at me, but it didn’t do a damn thing to cool the fire that was burning me up from the inside out!
“Shh, it’s ok Honey, I’m sorry this is so hard,” he whispered.
Mom was right about the whole double-entendre thing, they did seem to pop up a lot.
I leaned back so he could see me smiling when I said, “I’d be more than willing to do something to make it less hard...”
His stomach clenched hard under my hands, and I’m pretty sure I felt his thing throb...of course I was throbbing pretty hard down there myself, so it could just be me...
“God Dawn! You’re killing me here!” he said with half a grin.
I really didn’t want to, but I got up off of him and stood up. I couldn’t help but glance down at his lap...I love to see visual evidence of how I affect him. It makes me feel a little better about how crazy he makes me feel when I see that I do the same to him. I was embarrassed even more when I noticed that the seam of his jeans had big dark spot on it...I had to restrain myself from cupping my hand over myself to verify that I had soaked all the way through my shorts.
I turned sideways and choked out something about calling it a night. I could feel my face glowing like a radiator and I couldn’t meet his eyes. I practically ran to my room.
It took about two seconds to end up naked on the bed, touching myself. I remembered how it felt, the new sensation of his hands on my bare breasts, the heat that ran through me...my hard nipples as they dragged along the palms of his rough, manly hands...I remembered the feeling of his jean-covered hardness pressing against me through my silky shorts...mashing my wet heat against him, grinding back and forth...
The thought entered my head, ‘Oh God, he’s probably out there right now, stroking that big thing and thinking of me!’ and I came so hard. “Xander!” I grunted out his name through clenched teeth, and then just lay limp on the bed, breathing hard.
“Slow...it’s gonna be the death of me, I swear!”
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Interlude III
...so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle's...
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I could feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest as I stood outside the door to the magic box. I had told Rupert that I wanted to meet him for lunch today. I knew that he rarely ate in the middle of the day, but he immediately agreed. He’s such a sweetheart!
What I hadn’t told him, of course, was that my plans for ‘lunch’ didn’t include anything in the way of actual food...
I checked myself out in the reflection in the window one last time while I was waiting for the one customer still in the shop to leave. I had my hair in pigtails, and I was wearing a fitted white button-up blouse, a pleated skirt in blue and green plaid, white knee-high socks and black saddle shoes. Plain white cotton panties and bra finished the ensemble that I had put together.
Seeing the customer approaching the counter with purse in hand, I knew she was about to make her purchase and leave. I could feel my body thrumming with excitement! We had done a little role-playing once before, but it had been a real spur-of-the-moment thing, and I hadn’t had an outfit to match my role of the naughty little girl. Since then I had been looking forward to trying it again with the proper clothes.
God, Rupert had been rendered almost speechless just when I did the voice...I couldn’t wait to see- and feel- the effect I was going to have on him today!
My useless waste of an ex-husband never wanted to do anything fun sexually. Straight vanilla all the way. With Rupert, I enjoy vanilla quite a bit, but he doesn’t seem to have anything against experimenting with other flavors as well...in fact he seems to enjoy it quite a lot; which makes me happier than I have been for most of my adult life.
Everything about Rupert makes me happy. I was so very lonely...I mean, yes I had Buffy and Dawn, but I was missing the presence of an intimate partner- somebody I could share my life with, as well as my bed. I don’t think I would have ever been able to fill that void in my life if it wasn’t for Rupert. Who else would be able to deal with the stress of having a Slayer for a daughter, let alone Dawn’s situation? Add in the fact that he’s strong, handsome, brave, loyal, caring...not to mention that sexy British accent that makes me all warm and soft inside every time I hear it!
This afternoon is going to be just one more chance for me to show him how grateful I am, and how much I love him!
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I slipped into the shop as the last customer of the morning finally left. As I had hoped, his attention was drawn to something other than my entry and I was able to lock the door and hang the ‘out to lunch’ sign without him noticing. I quickly went to the nearest shelf and grabbed something small, hiding it in the waistband of my skirt. I was going to play the schoolgirl who got caught shoplifting. I was really hoping that I might even get a little spanking before making restitution for my ‘crime.’
I moved along the display shelves, keeping my back to Rupert until he would notice come over and ‘surprise’ me.
“Hello, I didn’t hear you come in,” his sexy voice rolled out sounding surprised. “May I help you find...”
I turned around with a startled expression on my face.
“Joyce!” he exclaimed. “I say, what are you...”
I subtly pushed my skirt so that the bauble I had hidden fell out from under my skirt and hit the floor with a thunk. I watched his eyes drop to the floor and see the merchandise there. He frowned in confusion and brought his eyes back up to mine. From the slow return, I knew he was taking in my outfit. I made sure my eyes were wide and filled with fright as they met his confused glance.
“Oh God! Mr. Giles, please don’t call the police! Please! My parents would disown me!” I cried out in a frightened whisper.
To say that he looked shocked would be an understatement. I had to concentrate not to laugh at the look on his face. I suppose I can’t blame him for being a bit slow on the uptake, what with the way this town works, it’s not out of the question that I might be under the influence of some sort of magic.
“Please Mr. Giles! I...I’ll do anything!” I gushed, reaching out and tentatively putting my hand on his chest.
His eyes changed, still shocked I think, but starting to catch on. He quickly glanced at the front door where the ‘out to lunch’ sign was clearly displayed, and when he looked back at me there was a predatory gleam in his eyes.
“You are in a great deal of trouble, Joyce. You’ve been a very naughty girl!”
Mmm, my whole body shivered in lust at the tone in his voice. I wasn’t acting when I had to lick my suddenly dry lips.
“Oh please! Please Mr. Giles! Don’t call the cops, I’m begging you, Please!” I cried. “Oh please! I...I’ll do a-anything! Anything but that, please!”
“Are you certain, young lady? Anything at all?” he said with a low, dangerous voice that made me wet with anticipation.
“If you call the police my parents will never forgive me!” I whispered in a teary voice. “I’ll do a-anything you want...whatever you tell me to do, I swear!”
Good God, he actually growled! My nipples were so hard I could feel them pushing into the material of my bra.
“Very well then,” he said; his voice almost, but not quite, back to its normal tone. The look on his face was stern and commanding and I could feel my stomach fluttering in anticipation. “Pick up the icon you stole and hand it to me.”
I licked my lips and whispered, “Yes Sir...” I started to crouch down when his voice stopped me.
“No. turn around.” He instructed me simply, but firmly.
I felt flushed, not with embarrassment, but with lust. Definitely getting hot in there.
“Yes, Mr. Giles.” I turned around and bent over slowly, keeping my knees locked and letting the skirt lift up and show my legs off. I was so turned on at that moment that a big part of me was wishing he’d just flip my skirt up, move my panties aside and take me right there, bent over and pushed up against the shelf.
After a moment’s pause while my fantasies ran rampant, I slowly straightened back up and turned around. “Here, Mr. Giles.” I said softly, holding out the little piece of whatever it was. Even if I hadn’t noticed the prominent bulge in his trousers, the slight sheen of sweat along his upper lip would have told me that he was as turned on as I was.
He licked his lips and took the item from me. His voice was raspy as he said, “Good, now then, come with me.”
He took my hand and pulled me none-too-gently toward the back of the shop.
He took me into the room where he and Buffy did their training. He pulled me right up to the pommel horse in the back of the room and then said, “Alright young lady, I want you to bend over and hold onto the handles. Oh, and drop your knickers first.”
He began to unbuckle his belt and I felt a little pang of real fear. It had been two decades since I’d felt a leather strap against my skin.
“Uh, M-Mr. Giles? W-what are you gonna do?” I whined, my hands unconsciously moving to cover my backside.
He pulled the belt out of the loops in his trousers and rolled it up around his hand, leaving about ten inches loose. “You know exactly what I’m going to do young lady. Now, are you going to drop your knickers and bend over, or shall I call the police?”
Oh God, my whole body was buzzing with desire and I felt just a bit light-headed. The little spike of fear only added to my lust as I answered, “No! Please! I’ll be good! I’ll do what you say Mr. Giles!”
I quickly pulled my panties down to my knees and bent over, arching my spine in my eagerness to present my backside to him. God, how I had missed that wild, out-of-control feeling!
He flipped my skirt up over my back and I could feel the cool air of the room against my soaking wet crotch. I know I was blushing furiously- I could feel the heat radiating from my face. I hadn’t felt that wanton in ages! The sheer naughtiness of what we were doing had me on the edge of orgasm and he hadn’t even touched me!
“Now then, be a good girl and count them out.” He said with a trembling voice that told me he was as excited about this as I was.
“One!”
Oh God that stung! Still I could tell...
“Two!”
Oh my! I could tell he was holding back a little...
“Three!”
A little, but I’d still probably be sitting only on soft...
“Four!”
God I had missed this!
“Five!”
I was panting like a dog on a hot July day.
“There then, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he crooned, rubbing my stinging skin with his hand.
“Y-yes sir...I mean no, no sir...” I mumbled, the arousal coursing through my body nearly rendering me speechless.
I could hear the belt hit the floor, and then the sound of his zipper pulling down. Oh thank God! As eager as I would have been to suck him off, right then I was so desperate to cum!
“Yes!” I screamed as I felt him enter me. He didn’t say a word, just shoved his big cock right into me and started thrusting like mad. Obviously I wasn’t the only desperate party.
I was so incredibly on edge that I came screaming almost instantly, my release extended as he pounded me furiously.
“Joyce! Oh Joyce!” he was calling out, obviously near his own climax.
I don’t know whether it was because I knew it would drive him insane, or if it’s just that I love sucking him off- which I really, really do- but somehow I still managed to call out, “Mr. Giles, let me taste it, please let me taste it!”
“On your knees girl!” he growled as he pulled out of me.
I nearly fell, what with my legs tangled in my underwear, but he caught me and supported me as I knelt in front of him. I immediately gobbled him down, taking him deep in my throat- one of my favorite things to do now that I’ve finally mastered it.
His voice was an agonized wail as he cried “Oh Joyce!” and I felt him throb in my throat. I pushed my face against his pelvis, letting him spill deep in my throat. The swallowing motions I made milked him and caused him to cry out incoherently.
I felt an amazing sense of womanly pride and joy at being able to render this erudite man into a grunting savage.
Immediately after pulling himself out of my mouth he bent down and swept me up into his arms. He carried me to a stack of padded mats and laid me gently down on them. He lay alongside of me and held me in his arms, gently stroking my back and placing soft, sweet kisses on my mouth.
“Dear Lord, how I love you Joyce Summers!” he cried out hoarsely between kisses. “I love you so very, very much!”
As much as our role-playing had affected my body, that gentleness and his intense declaration of love affected my soul even more.
“I love you, Rupert Giles!” I said with a euphoric sigh. “You...you complete me!”
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Interlude IV
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love...
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Mmm, she tasted like heaven, seasoned by the sea. I know I wanted to go on a cruise around the Mediterranean, but I have to admit that this was an even better idea...
We were in a little cove that Tara found about five minutes walk from our hotel in Negril. We were laid out on a big blanket on this perfect little beach...brilliant white sand, rock outcroppings separating us from the long stretch of beachfront that the rest of the hotel guests had been using. Well, that and a fairly strong aversion spell to turn away the more adventurous.
Buffy had insisted on a midnight swim, which had quickly turned into a semi-submerged make out session...not that I was going to complain! Could anything possibly be more romantic than a deserted beach under a big, fat full moon- skinny-dipping with my two perfect lovers?
I didn’t even really realize that we had left the water until we were laid on the blanket...I don’t know if Tara used magic, or if I was just too distracted by her mouth on mine while Buffy’s hands seemed everywhere else on my body all at once.
“Oh, God! I love you so much Willow!” Buffy cried out as I lapped the sea-water from her heated center.
I paused just long enough to reply, “Love you, Buffy!” My lover, my Mistress!
I had to concentrate to keep from saying that last part aloud, not that I would have got in trouble or anything, but Buffy had asked if we could spend this week without playing that way...and of course her wish is my command. Even with my face buried between her sexy thighs, I couldn’t help but smile at the irony in that thought. I still wore the collar, and she the key- there is pretty much nothing in the world that would make me take off that collar!
“Oh Tara! Bite it baby! So good!” Buffy grunted out loud.
My witchy woman was probably sucking Buffy’s breasts- the Slayer loves to have her nipples bit hard. I was too busy paying attention to what I was doing to see for sure.
I love doing this for my girls, using my mouth and my tongue and my fingers to send them to the heights of pleasure. Part of it is the purely physical...I mean they both taste and smell intoxicating...I feel like Pavlov’s dog- salivating at even the thought of going down on one or both of my girls.
Mostly though, I think it’s the joy I feel when I make them feel good. It’s the blissful expression on their faces...that look of wonder and awe in their eyes when I drive them over the edge screaming. Seeing their reaction and knowing that I’m responsible for it! It makes me feel...perfect. It makes me feel incredibly alive, and special and...just every wonderful, happy feeling all at once! It’s better than anything else, ever. It’s even better than magic, and I love magic!
I’m sure that’s why I enjoy subbing to my Mistress so very, very much; not only the enormous amount of pleasure I get out of it, but even more than that, it’s the knowledge that I’m serving Buffy’s needs. Not only the obvious ones- fulfilling her every sexual whim, but the less evident ones as well.
Buffy needs to be in control...even now that she’s embraced her calling and takes a lot of pleasure in the slaying, I know it still grates her sometimes; the fact that it took away her choices, turned her into something against her will. With me she gets to be in complete control. When we play, she knows I’m hers to control absolutely. My pleasure, my pain, my everything are hers to command in any way she wills.
Buffy’s hips started to twitch, bringing my wandering mind back into focus. I can read my Mistress like a book- one of those ones with really big font. Hip-twitching is stage one of the Buffy-rocket-to-paradise. At that point I could have skipped right past stage two and send her right to the moon, but I was really enjoying myself at the moment. Broad, flat strokes narrowed, plowing that fertile field of Buffy’s sex, each repetition delving deeper inside my lover until I was reaching for the source of that wonderful Buffy-flavored syrup.
Dang but my Mistress tastes good!
I don’t think I could ever explain just how amazing it feels to have my tongue being pulled and squeezed by the Slayer’s incredibly strong internal muscles. I don’t know which one of us was moaning harder at that point, but I could tell stage two was coming to an end pretty soon. Those magic muscles were starting to quiver and squeeze and even though I hated to leave, I pulled away and moved up to her hard little button.
Heh, I should call it the launch button!
The moment I sucked that stiff little bit of neuron-crammed flesh, she did exactly that. She launched up, arching her back and making it a challenge to for me to hold on. There aren’t words to describe the joyous feeling inside me when she reacted like that, crying out my name with such passion and intensity...Yep, definitely better than magic.
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Oh. My. God! I will never ever get over how incredible Willow can make me feel. I was laying there on that perfect beach, panting hard, trying to recover my breath. My lover and Mistress was laying on my right, and my redheaded witch was taking her time moving up on my left. I looked into Tara’s eyes, still speechless and saw understanding there.
Yep, Tara knows just how amazing that wonderful witch is at giving pleasure. Girl’s got a gift for it that makes me the happiest Slayer on the planet, well, ok, there’s only me and Faith, so I guess that’s not that impressive. I’ll just say she makes me happier than I’ve ever been in my life, happier than I ever thought I could be. Between her and Tara I’m like, riding the permanent happy-train. Everything I needed was right here on that blanket, under the bright moon light of that so, so romantic- and surprisingly vampire-free- night.
“Good God, Willow!” I gasped out after I could finally speak again.
She giggled. Giggled! Little vixen. “Did’ja have a nice flight?” she asked me in that oh-so cute little-girl voice of hers.
Tara didn’t help, laughing at me.
“You know I did, you wicked little girl!” I said, half-grinning. I mean, come on, how mad can I be that she just sent me into orbit with her devilish little tongue?
Suddenly I was having a moment- it happens sometimes like this...all this big, huge emotion builds up in me and even though I’m deliriously happy, I get all weepy.
“Aw, Buffy don’t cry!” Willow said sympathetically.
“Oh, sweetie!” Tara whispered in that emotion-heavy voice she gets. She was softly caressing my breast which was hypersensitive and covered in her bite-marks.
The shivery feelings from that touch mixed up with the emotions that were pouring out of me and I was all crying out, “I love you guys! God I love you so much! You make me s-so ha-happy!”
Of course then we were all laughing and crying at the same time cause it’s such a silly thing to say. I started to kiss Willow, both a thank-you and because, hey; I love kissing this girl!
Tasting my own sex on her mouth quickly moved me back into my perpetual state of horniness, and once I had kissed her breathless, I turned to my other witchy lover and did the same to her.
I so love the look in her eyes when I get her all excited...it doesn’t matter if we’re playing Mistress and Slayer, or just making love like we were that night, she gets this wild, slightly desperate look in her eyes that just screams her need for me. It makes me feel amazing and powerful in a way that’s completely different than my Slayer-powers.
“Hey Will, you wanna join me for a little midnight snack?” I asked in my best seductive voice. I kept my eyes on Tara’s when I said it, cause I wanted to see her get even more excited. She did, too! Her big, sultry bedroom-eyes were wide and she licked those pouty lips that I so adore.
“Ooh! Two tongues for Tara!” Will cried out cheerfully, making me chuckle. She acts like such a little girl sometimes!
“Oh, yes please!” Tara gasped.
I crawled over Tara’s body, pausing for a brief kiss on my way, so that Willow could move up against her. Looking at my redheaded lover over the beautiful landscape of Tara’s breasts, I saw my own excitement shining back at me from her hazel eyes. I mouthed, ‘I love you!’ at her just before dragging my tongue up the outside of the soft mound in front of me.
‘Love you too!’ Willow mouthed back at me before mirroring my actions. We maintained eye-contact as we teased and suckled Tara’s stiff nipples, almost like we were teasing each other, but using Tara’s body as the floor of our little dance. In the meantime our blonde lover was mewling like a little kitten as we played. So, it was pretty much a turn-on from two directions!
I have no idea how long we tortured poor Tara’s chest before I started heading south, Will joining me for the journey. We scraped our teeth across the soft skin just below her rib cage, and she shuddered and cried out like I knew she would. That cry was like a warm bath for my heart, cause I love her so much and I love making her feel good. At the same time I was totally loving how it was turning on Willow- she had that look of lusty anticipation in her eyes that she gets.
Our mouths met at Tara’s navel in a really sloppy, open-mouth kiss, tongues flicking each others, and Tara’s belly-button at the same time. The poor girl was squirming and crying “Please! Please!” over and over. I kept us right where we were until I knew she was two seconds away from pushing our heads down on her own, then I finally took us down to where she really wanted us.
We repositioned ourselves, pushing Tara’s legs wide open to make room for both of us. I’m sure she wasn’t paying any attention to how she must have looked at that moment, but I had this flash of amazement like I sometimes get, remembering the shy, bashful witch that Willow introduced to me for the first time. I think of that vs. the wanton, screaming woman here and now- legs spread so wide they’re almost in a splits. I know Willow did some kind of magic thing to keep people away, but we were still totally out in the open there.
Will and I had our faces rubbing against each other as we sucked and licked our way over Tara’s pussy. God, she was so completely wet and sloppy, just the way I like it! I have these moments too, where I shock myself a little with thoughts like that. I remember what a prude I was, well not prude so much, but definitely not very open about sex and stuff. Now I was absolutely loving how Tara’s juice was all over mine and Willow’s faces...we were totally rude and noisy, slurping up her gooey pussy like it was the best thing ever.
Willow moved a little lower and, even though I couldn’t see, I knew she was tonguing Tara’s ass...Of course, two seconds later, Tara screaming out, “Oh yeah, baby! Stick it in my ass!” would have clued me in if I hadn’t already figured it out. Well, I’m not one to let someone else do all my work, so I started sucking on her clit, doing that thing with my tongue where I do a mini-blow-job on it.
“Goddess! Buffy! Suck it hard!” Tara screeched out.
Yep, she and Willow both really love that tongue thing! Right then I was sure hoping that spell blocked sound too, or we were gonna have a crowd waiting for us on the other side of those rocks...you know what though? It would have been worth it. I love making my girls scream!
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Every night with my lovers is so amazing that I can’t pick which is the best...they’re all the best. That being said- if there were a contest, I’ve got to say that our night on the beach in Negril would certainly have to be in the running for best ever. Willow and I had shared a ride on the Buffy Summers orgasm-rocket, and then those two had treated me to my own screaming climax, courtesy of their two talented tongues. An already perfect night was capped off in the best way possible, with Buffy and I taking turns kissing our redheaded witch- one of us on each set of luscious Willow-lips at the same time.
It’s a tossup which end is more fun. One set kisses back, which is delightful; but the other set has that sweet Willow-syrup and elicits the most delightful sounds and movements...I definitely like switching back and forth and getting the best of both worlds. Actually, there really isn’t anything that I don’t like about Willow. Especially when she’s naked in my arms...No badness there.
And of course, there’s Buffy. My strong, lovely, headstrong pet...I took a moment to watch her as she frantically licked and sucked at Willow’s dripping wet sex. She always seems like she’s trying to consume her whole being through that one magical spot. Eager, frenetic, almost frantic...my Slayer...her hands, her tongue, it seems like she’s everywhere at once when she’s touching one of us. Goddess, she’s unbelievable!
When Buffy relinquished her spot between Willow’s legs, I moved in to apply my own brand of attention. I can’t match the Slayer’s frenzied pace, but I can and do focus my attention, narrow the pleasure I pay down to a pinpoint of sensation designed to send my clever little witch over the edge of sanity. I took a deep breath and dove inside my love, reaching to taste that blessed spot inside her, the one that sends her into realms of unimaginable bliss.
I had to wrap my arms around her legs, holding her squirming body down onto the blanket as I pushed and stroked that miraculous point, that square inch of flesh that seemed to be directly connected to the brain’s pleasure center.
When I felt her body begin to flutter and shudder around my tongue I redoubled my efforts. I wanted to hear my name shouted out at the top of her lungs. I wanted to fill the sand, the air and the sea with the fire that is my love for this woman.
“Tara! Goddess Tara!!” my lover shrieked into the night.
Goddess, I sometimes wish I could show the whole world my love for these women- it’s like it’s just too big to hold inside me.
That night I was willing to settle for a wonderfully romantic night on a secluded beach in the Caribbean. Filled, of course, with a few screams of pleasure.
Oh how I love my life!
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Epilogue
But as for you, be strong and do not give up, for your work will be rewarded.
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There are times when I ask myself why I do this. Sure, we help the helpless. Two problems with that; one, the helpless don’t usually have the courtesy to call- which results in fun crippling headaches and vague visions filled with terror and despair- so that’s really a good time: Not! Then there’s the fact that the hopeless don’t usually have any money to pay for services rendered.
Plus, I was bored. *Sigh*
Wesley looked up at me over some dusty old manuscript he was reading for, like, hours now. I can’t believe I ever found him attractive! God what was I thinking?
“Was there something you wanted to say Cordelia?” he asked in his usual stuffy voice.
“What would I *possibly* have to say? After all, I wouldn’t want to interrupt our busy, important work with my unimportant thoughts...”
“Really, now, Cordelia...” he started to say when Gunn interrupted him.
“Gotta say, Wes, I’m with Cordelia,” he said. “We haven’t seen any action since the thing in Sunny D, and that’s been almost a month.”
“What are you talking about?” Wesley demanded. “We’ve faced nearly a dozen vampires in that time! Why just two nights ago saw us pitted against a rather vicious Pe’ymess demon...though admittedly, that one did escape...”
“It was more like eight vamps...” Gunn corrected the washed out watcher. “and, I dunno; for some reason that all just seems kinda tame,”
“We helped save the world from utter destruction...” Angel’s brooding voice rolled out from the shadows as he entered Wesley’s office. “It kinda takes the intensity out of your average neighborhood vamp nuisance.”
“Yeah, like I said; hello to the boredom!” I said with another sigh. “You know what I need? A day of power-shopping!” I said wistfully. God, how I miss that...
“Well, why don’t you?” Wesley the clueless asked. “As you’ve pointed out, there is little going on here to hold your attention.”
The pleased look on his face almost made me feel sorry for him. He actually thought he was doing me a favor. I looked over at Gunn and saw him rolling his eyes. Even Angel was looking at Wesley with an ‘are you stupid?’ look.
I think I deserve a little credit. I could have really let him have it, but I just shook my head and let it go.
“What? Why not take the afternoon off?” he asked like we were the crazy ones.
“Uh, Wes?” Gunn interjected. “You gotta have green if you wanna do much shopping...”
“And, in case you’ve forgotten...no paying customers means no money?” I said- maybe just a little bit scornfully. Hey, if he’s gonna be that clueless, he doesn’t need any slack from me! “We’re behind on bills as it is, let alone actually paying a steady salary to ourselves?” I reminded him.
“Ah, yes...well...” he stammered as the clue-mobile finally stopped in his neighborhood.
“It’s not fair!” I said. Yes, I know I was whining a little, but it’s true- it’s not fair. “We save peoples lives...we help save the whole world! You’d think there would be some money in that, but no. Risk our lives to save everyone from being sucked into some nasty hell dimension, and what do we have to show for it?” I demanded to know.
“Our lives?” Wesley said.
“The world?” Angel asked.
“How about not being stuck in some hell dimension?” Gunn said with a smirk.
I realized how whiny and bitchy I sounded, and I kinda slumped down in my chair. “Yeah, sure, if you want to get all logical and rational about it,” I muttered, feeling sullen that no one wanted to join my pity-party.
We sat quietly for a minute when someone walked in the front door to the hotel. Sadly, we were all so excited to have the possibility of a new case that we all scrambled for the front counter, even Angel. “Oh please let it be a paying client!” I whispered hopefully.
I wasn’t the only one disappointed when we saw the Classic Couriers uniform. The poor girl looked kinda freaked out by our sudden appearance, and who wouldn’t be? Plus, that uniform looked terrible on her, so that probably had her in a bad mood to begin with.
“Uh hi? I have a package delivery?” she said almost questioningly.
“For whom?” Wesley asked.
If anything she looked even more uncomfortable. “Ok, I called twice to check if this was a joke or something, but they told me this is the name,” she explained hesitantly.
“Well, don’t milk the suspense, honey,” I groused. “Just tell us!”
The courier-girl took a deep breath and said, “Ok...is there a...a Dead-boy Witch’s-puppy here?”
Xander. No way that could have come from anyone else on this planet. On the one hand I was mildly miffed, I mean I do work for the guy...or with, or whatever. Anyway, Angel’s ok, and Xander shouldn’t make fun of him...
On the other hand...
Wesley looked surprised.
Gunn started laughing.
Angel looked even more broody and glowery than he normally does.
I couldn’t help it; Gunn laughing his ass off did me in, and I started laughing right along with him. Angel gave me this look like I was betraying him but it was just too funny!
“I’m s-sorry...” I gasped between peals of laughter, but I couldn’t stop myself.
“I take it you’re Mr. Witch’s-puppy?” the courier asked, and you could see her cringe at the name as she said it.
Gunn laughed even harder, while Wesley actually blushed on Angel’s behalf. I finally forced myself to calm down because I could see that Angel was about to lose it.
“I’m his assistant, I’ll sign for it...” I said, wanting to get her out of here before anything got ugly. Like Angel.
“I- I’m sorry ma’am, my instructions were very specific. I am only to give it to...to the person listed,” she said apologetically.
Angel’s growl was pretty soft, but the courier still jumped at it.
“Angel, just sign for it and let us get this over with,” Wesley said.
Angel’s whole body radiated annoyance as he held out his hand for the pad.
“At the bottom, sir, right by the ‘X’ please,” the courier-girl said, her voice dropping to nearly a whisper as she added, “You’ll have to sign it as addressed, I’m afraid...”
Angel’s growl wasn’t so soft this time. The poor courier looked like she was about to wet herself.
“Oh behave yourself!” I snapped. “It’s not like it’s her fault, she’s just doing her job. You can growl at Xander the next time you see him.”
He glared at me! The nerve!
Angel signed the pad with angry movements. I don’t know if he really wrote dead-boy witch’s-puppy, but when he handed it back to the courier, she didn’t even look at it. She handed him the package and blurted, “Thankshaveaniceday!” and practically ran for the door without waiting for any kind of tip or anything.
Gunn was wiping tears out of his eyes, finally having stopped laughing. “Man, Xan really enjoys pushing your buttons, doesn’t he?”
Angel just glared at Gunn. God, childish much? It’s not like we came up with that name...
“Well? What exactly did the redoubtable Mr. Harris send to you?” Wesley asked.
“I don’t know, why don’t you open it, Wes?” Angel growled, tossing the thick envelope to our alleged boss.
Wesley grabbed a letter opener from the counter and was about to open it when he was distracted by Gunn backing away a couple steps.
“Just in case it explodes,” he explained with a grin at Wesley’s questioning look.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure he wouldn’t endanger *Cordelia*” Angel practically sneered.
It was my turn to glare at him. I can’t believe he’s still pissed about that. “Hello? Since when do you get care who I sleep with?” I demanded.
“Yes, well!” Wesley said loudly, interrupting my rant. Angel dropped his eyes and stared at the floor like a stubborn four-year-old.
I don’t know what his major malfunction is, but he’d better get over it.
Wes tore the envelope open and peered inside. “Hmm, more envelopes,” he said, dumping two thin, and one thick envelope out onto the counter.
“This one has ‘Open me last’ on it,” Gunn said, picking up the thick one.
Wes looked at the other two and picked up the one that had ‘Read me first’ written on it. He opened it up and pulled out a single page.
“To: Angel Investigations, from the Scooby gang,” he read. “You wouldn’t believe what I had to do for Tara to get to be the one who sent this to you guys, but seeing the look on deadboy’s face when he had to sign that pad is going to make it totally worth it!”
I looked at the door, half expecting to see my ex standing there with that stupid grin on his face. How else could he see anything?
Wesley’s continued recitation explained that. “Getting Willow to do a spell so that I could see your reaction in living color was actually easy. She wanted to see too- I don’t think she’s quite forgiven you for your little tantrum with Buffy, even though Tara took care of the situation.”
“Xander, you big jerk!” I shouted, looking up at the ceiling and flipping him the bird. “I’m *so* going to kick your ass the next time I see you!”
“Indeed!” Wesley agreed with me. Returning to the letter, he continued, “Anyway, I’m betting the next envelope will buy me a little forgiveness. It’s a check- your fee for providing the backup for our little tussle with Glorificus.”
Too slow, Wes! I had snatched up the second envelope before he could even think twice. I ripped the top open with my Thumb nail and pulled out the check to look at it.
“Oh my God!” I said, feeling all the air just whoosh out of me.
“I take it that it’s a substantial amount?” Wesley asked pompously?
“Fifty thousand dollars! They paid us fifty thousand dollars!” I shouted. I was almost jumping up and down in excitement. I’d be embarrassed, except it was fifty thousand dollars!
“Holy crap!” Gunn shouted. “Damn, that’s...” he just shook his head, apparently speechless beyond that.
“Oh my! W-we can pay off all of our...our outstanding o-ob-obligations!” Wesley stuttered.
“Um, yeah!” I said, amazed once again by his cluelessness. “More importantly, I can go shopping!” Looking up at the ceiling once again, I shouted, “I’m sorry I called you a jerk, Xander!”
“What’s the rest of it?” Angel asked, determined to be unimpressed- even though I could see the happy-surprise trying to take over his eyes.
“The rest of it?” Wesley asked, still blinking in shock over the fifty thousand dollars.
“The rest of the letter?” Angel said, gesturing at the forgotten paper in Wesley’s hands. “The other envelope?”
“What? Oh!” he said with a little headshake. “Yes, right.”
He scanned the letter to find where he’d left off and then began once again. “...tussle with Glorificus...yes, here we are; ‘That should help you guys make the rent and stuff in between paying customers, Cordy.”
I blushed, remembering how catty I’d been. I sent off a mental apology.
“The fifty-kay is your business fee, but we also felt you guys should have a share of the money that we were able to recover from the insane-one’s estate, for lack of a better term. You guys risk your lives to fight the darkness, and I know you don’t do it for money, but still...there should be some reward for putting your lives (or unlife in your case deadboy)”
Wesley stopped and looked up at Angel with a grimace. “Sorry, should have edited that out...”
Continuing, he read, “...reward for putting your lives on the line...So, enclosed in the last envelope you’ll find a little bonus for each of you. I won’t bore you with details, but in order to avoid having to pay Uncle Sam a big chunk in taxes, it worked out better if we just gave each of you control of an existing account in this holding corporation thing that Willow set up. So, it’s not a check, it’s a bank-card. The account isn’t in your name, but the card is, and it’s paid out of the account, so the money is yours to use any way you want. Once you drain the account, it just closes down and the card gets cancelled. There’s a current bank statement with each card, so you know what you’ve got to spend.
All the accounts are the same, except yours Gunn. We kicked in a little extra for that Vegas job you helped us with; especially for volunteering to switch cars with me, cause that worked out in ways I’d never imagined.”
I looked at Gunn, wondering what that meant and saw his face go from confused, to shocked, to incredulous. I made a mental note to get that story from him later. At that moment I was much more interested in the idea of the ‘bonus’. Hey, I like having money, ok? It’s the way I was raised, and I’ve been without it for several years now, and I miss it. A lot!
“In any case,” Wesley continued reading. “Take the fee and the bonus with all of our thanks. We couldn’t have done it without you. Even you D...” Wesley stopped mid-consonant and stammered, “Yes, well that’s the end of the letter.”
Gunn beat me to the envelope, tearing it open and grabbing envelopes from inside. “Angel,” he read off, tossing one to the king of brood. “English,” he tossed one to Wesley, who promptly fumbled it and dropped it to the floor. “One for me, and one for Cordy,” he said, handing me an envelope with my name on it.
I could feel the weight of the plastic inside and I felt my heart race. Credit card! God, I’ve missed my credit cards!
In my daze, I totally missed the sounds of the guys opening their envelopes. Angel’s sudden airy whistle snapped my attention back into focus. If he was impressed, it must be big.
I was having visions of multiple thousands of dollars running in my head as Gunn’s awed whisper rolled across my awareness. “That’s gotta be a typo or somethin! That’s a lot of zeros!”
I scrambled to open my own as the thought, ‘Ten-thousand, maybe?’ dared to enter my mind.
The card was dull grey in color. The only color present was the splash of the visa logo in the lower right hand corner. I ran my finger over the words ‘Cordelia Chase’, shining up at me in embossed silver. The strange company name was barely a blip on my radar as I was mesmerized by once again seeing my name on a credit card. I had to fight a strangely powerful impulse to softly coo, “Oh, I’ve missed you!” I could even feel a tear building up in my eye.
“Good Lor...” Wesley’s exclamation trailed off and I jumped at the loud thump of a body hitting the floor.
I looked up to see my so-called boss passed out on the floor and was struck with the sudden, overwhelming need to read that bank statement.
Hey, Wesley passes out, like, monthly or more- he’ll be fine!
“No...no freaking way!” I whispered in shock. I counted again,”
“One”
“Two”
“Three”
“Four”
“Five”
“Six.”
“There are six zeros here.” I whispered, awestruck. “It’s a typo, they left off the decimal point!” I echoed Gunn’s earlier comment.
My eyes quickly sought out something to corroborate what I was dreaming that I was seeing. I furiously scanned the page and then there it was; ‘...as of the above date the account total is ONE MILLION U.S. DOLLARS.’
I didn’t notice the darkness growing at the edges of my vision until I felt myself being caught in Gunn’s strong arms.
“Easy there Cordy,” his voice sounded distant. “You ‘bout joined English down there on the floor!”
As the blackness engulfed my sight completely, my last thought was an almost sad one;
‘I’m never going to be able to be mean to Xander again!’
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End: Reflections
Read the rest of the Wuffara Chronicles:
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The Triad Trilogy
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