NOTE : This story is set within an alternate Buffyverse. Faith has stayed with the Scooby gang and has become Buffy's secret girlfriend. Dawn is now nineteen and at college. Willow and Tara are still together.
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While Buffy and Anya gyrated to the music, nose to nose, Willow wrapped her arms around the pair and closed her eyes. With an effort of will, she shimmered them through dimensional space so that around them the Bronze dissolved into Anya's bedroom.
"I'm feeling frisky," she purred, nuzzling the Slayer's ear.
Buffy reached up and tangled her hands in Anya's blonde, at least at the moment, locks. "Yeah," she sighed, "Me too."
"Oh, what the hell," Anya grinned. "I'm in as well."
"The power of three," Willow chuckled.
Buffy brushed her lips against Anya's, tasting the demon's sweet mouth. "Huh?"
"Nothing. It's a magical number of strong significance, that's all," the redhead smiled, stroking her hands down Buffy and Anya's back at the same time. Their light summer dresses felt soft and silky beneath her fingers, and her friends both wiggled with pleasure at the touch.
"First time with a girl?" the witch asked them both.
"Yes, but I've seen it done," Anya stated. "I'm over eleven hundred years old. You don't get to that sort of age without seeing everything, at one time or another. I watched a couple of girl's do it in college."
Buffy stopped licking the demon's lips and shot her a puzzled frown. "In college? You mean they had colleges back in the eight hundreds?"
Anya shook her head. "No ditz. I mean a college in England, during the nineteen sixties. You know, flower power, free love and all that."
Willow raised an eyebrow. "Were you at Woodstock?"
"Yes, but in my official capacity. You see, there was this pair of sisters who had been unsuspectingly sleeping with the same guy. It was only when one fell in love and confided..."
"Shut up and kiss me, huh?" Buffy asked, pulling her forward by the back of the neck. Their mouths met again and tongues slid between lips. The kiss was deep and breathless, leaving them both with pounding pulses and warmth in their loins.
"Care to share a little sugar?" Willow asked, ducking forward to get her turn with Buffy's mouth.
Their kiss began slow and tender, a gentle rubbing of lips and darting flicks of tongue. Gradually it increased in intensity until they were battling mouths and hungrily sucking at each other. The Slayer moaned in delight at the witch's skilful tongue, and so grabbed the girl and flung her down on the bed. "Let's get you naked."
Together, Slayer and demon tugged at Willow's clothing. When they had managed to yank off the girl's pants, she wiggled her hips to draw attention to her tiny panties. "Who's first to worship at my altar of womanhood?”
Anya clucked her tongue. "Wiccans! All about the Mother Goddess. Why can't she just say 'eat my pussy' like a normal lesbian?"
Willow beamed. "Okay. Eat my pussy."
Mollified, Anya ducked forward and placed a puckered kiss on the centre of the redhead's satin, hip-cut panties. Straight after, she poked out her tongue and drew it firmly along the hidden slit of her mons, pushing the silky material into it.
While she did so, Buffy climbed forward and sought Willow's mouth. "Mmmm, you taste of strawberries, Will, you know that?"
"Ahuh. Tara loves it."
"Me too." The blonde slid her tongue all around the rim of Willow's lips, then drilled it hungrily into her mouth. The Wiccan moaned as she reached a hand up behind Buffy's head to pull her tighter.
Anya had left the shiny front of Willow's panties wet and glistening with her saliva, now she pursed her lips on them, right over the entrance to her pussy, and sucked hard. Sweet cunt juice was drawn through the gossamer material and the demoness hoovered it up.
It felt so good that Willow dropped her free hand down to tangle it in Anya's curls, pulling her tight up against her throbbing sex, eager for more. She whimpered in delight at the joint sensations of having her mouth and pussy worked on by two such beautiful girls. That whimper stretched into a moan when Buffy grasped a handful of her breast, kneading it hard through the lilac bra.
"Oh, these feel good, Will. Think I want a taste of them," she whispered, punctuating her words with pecking kisses before sliding her mouth down the witch's throat toward her breasts.
Willow lay there and stared at the ceiling, her whole body burning with desire, and focused on each kiss the two women laid upon her. Supple, soft lips gave dabs of joy, sucks of delight. When her best friend began to mouth at the pliant mound of her lace-covered breast, the redhead arched her back, trying to get more aching flesh into that sucking heaven.
"Oh, Buffy," she groaned, lust thick in her voice.
With a sharp tug, Anya pulled the panties down, exposing her swollen sex that was running with juice. Although Willow could not see what she was doing because Buffy's head blocked her view, she felt the demoness blow a gentle jet over her enflamed cunt. The coolness across the heat felt amazing and she thrust her hips up to meet the breath.
"Suck it!" she gasped.
Anya smiled and used the thumb and forefinger of her left hand to spread the petals open, before stabbing her tongue right up inside.
"Ahhhh!" Willow grunted, bucking her hips.
Buffy leant further over her friend, seeking her other breast, and pressed her weight onto her to hold her down. Playfully, she nipped at the stiff nipple that was tenting up the delicate lace, grabbing it between her teeth and tugging.
"Oh!" the witch sighed, opening her eyes so that she could watch her friend's mouth. As she did so, she also spread her legs wider, allowing Anya in closer so that she could really shove her tongue deep. She could feel that hot, mobile little spear of flesh slither right up inside her hot passage, gathering the wet honey she was spending.
Desiring to taste skin, Buffy tugged the lilac cup of Willow's bra roughly down, freeing the quivering mound. Like a starving woman, the Slayer dropped her mouth over the milky white breast and fed hungrily.
"Oh my!"
Wet sucking, slurping noises and ragged breathing, complimented with gasps and moans, filled the room. Heady perfume mingled with the scent of aroused female flesh as all three girls got carried away with their passion. Exchanging her mouth for finger and thumb, Buffy plucked and tweaked both nipples hard, gazing deep into Willow's eyes to watch her reaction.
