Buffy finished up her patrol late that night and found herself on the way to Willow's house. She had told her mother she'd be having a sleepover there, mainly as an excuse to get out of the house, away from Dawn and Buffybot. A night of not being the Slayer or a daughter or a sister and just being
her.
Maybe she'd fuck Willow.
Buffy shook her head. That was a weird thought to have. Not that weird... Willow was very pretty. She'd love to fuck her. But she never had fucked Willow, that she could remember. In fact, she hadn't fucked most of her friends, despite how attractive they were. Which was weird. She didn't have anything against orgasms, yet she could remember doing barely any fucking. And here she was, the Slayer, die-any-minute girl. But all she'd really done was dry-hump Faith a little. And, of course, the Angel thing.
She arrived at Willow's house, letting herself in with her spare key. Willow's parents weren't home, something she hadn't told
her
mom, but she also wasn't sure why not. What was there that she could do at Willow's that she couldn't do with parents home? It wasn't like the place was a crack den. She could fuck Willow, of course—there
that
was again—but what parents wouldn't want their daughter fucking someone as cute as her?
That left Buffy wondering again why she hadn't fucked Willow, who was so pretty and such a good friend and so needed to get laid, until she got to Willow's room and realized why.
Someone had beat her to it.
At least tonight. Cordelia, in bra and panties, stood beside Willow's wide bed, looking down at the tiny redhead, who was still dressed in a tight jersey and miniskirt. She was switching between her notebook and her textbook, both of which were laid out before her on the mattress for her to go over as she laid on her belly. Not that Cordelia cared.
"Clothes off, loser," the brunette smiled. "I need a fuck."
"C'mon, Cordy! Again?" Willow protested. "I'm never going to get my homework done! Besides, we already did it."
"That was just the warm-up. This is the main event," Cordelia cajoled. "I'm really hot..."
"I know you're pretty and all..."
"No, my pussy. My pussy is all hot and wet and you'd better do something about it before I start fucking myself with your Darth Vader action figure, or whatever you've got around here to jerk off with."
"You're so nasty," Willow said. She rose from the edge of the bed and began to undress. "Why don't you go bug Xander? He's your boyfriend, right?"
"He's a
guy,"
Cordelia said, watching the redhead greedily. She reached up and unhooked her bra, exposing breasts that made Buffy feel like she hadn't hit puberty yet. The dark nipples were big enough to give Buffy a tingle, as was the dark patch inside her thin pink panties. "He doesn't have cute little tits like yours. Hurry up, bitch, get them out already."
Somewhat timidly, Willow lifted her red jersey over her long red hair and revealed her naked breasts, pert and rounded, crested with a pinkness that was erect despite her stated reluctant. The miniskirt dropped next; she began to peel the pantyhose from her creamy ass.
Buffy's legs trembled, her pussy was warming inside her scanty red panties, her nipples purred with electricity. Even Buffybot's highest setting had never heated her up so fast.
She adored all the things Buffybot did for her, giving her good head and enough rubbing to satisfy her needs, but a deeper need was building inside her. She wanted something longer and larger than a finger entering her. She wanted what she'd had with Angel. A boyfriend and good dick.
She'd settle for good dick.
Through the cracked door, Cordelia was now naked, and she had Willow naked on the bed. Her right hand was behind the redhead's spreading thighs, fondling her dainty sex. Buffy had a fine view of the action. Willow lay passive, like a pretty doll, and Cordelia was staring hungrily down at Willow's firm breasts, her flushed face.
"Wow, my fingers slid right in," Cordelia laughed. "Guess you needed a fuck too."
"You're so crude!" Willow cried. "Someday you're going to fuck me to death..."
"Yeah, you'll love it, bitch," Cordelia giggled. "You'll love every dying moment of it."
Her finger slid into Willow's cunt and the girl's cute face twisted, her soft thighs trembling.
"Ohhhh!" Willow breathed, flinching. "You jerk! C'mon, it's tender in there, please!"
"I'll get you a smaller dildo, then." Cordelia leaned in to lick Willow's sweaty face. "I know you've been fucking yourself with mine when I'm not here."
"I do not!"
"Fucking liar, you forgot to clean it. But don't worry, you can use it whenever. As long as I don't have to be the one to get you off all the time. If I wasn't so horny these days, it'd get really annoying having to fuck you whenever that little pussy gets wet."
Buffy shuddered, sliding her right hand down inside her tight, wet, cumbersome panties. She had not needed to use her fingers much lately, Buffybot had been delivering the goods, but now she had to practice some self-care.
Her jeans were too tight. She had to unbuckle the belt. Then pull down the zipper. Then scoot them down her thighs. As she stood there, touching herself, they rolled steadily down her legs.
A plaintively girlish moan of excitement came from Willow, nearly eclipsed by her bed creaking swiftly. Cordelia had put on the dildo—it was a strap-on—and was really giving it to dainty little Willow. She was kissing Willow's nipples, her tight ass working in an experienced cadence. Stroke, stroke, stroke, then a rest. Willow's whimpers of delight, her shaking thighs, said that the old routine was working for her just fine. A faint wet sound came from their joined cunts.
Buffy jiggled herself hard enough for her arm to brush against her jacket pocket, feeling the stake within. The user-friendly end was rounded, about an inch and a half thick... Buffy seized it, bringing the rounded end down to her pussy and arching her crotch high, nudging the head between her labia. "Ohhhh!" she moaned gently. Her tender, swollen lips clasped the stake as if it were a real cock.
She shot her left hand to her swollen breasts, stroking her fingers across the tender, dark nipples. The knob touched Buffy's inner folds, a rage of thrills bunched into that sleek flesh. It pressed into deeper recesses, beyond where Buffybot's tongue or her own fingers had been. A new sweet urgency in her groin shook her entire body. That was where Angel had been. She pushed in hard! A little twinge of pain made her gasp, but nobody heard it. Cordelia was reaching a peak.
"Get it, you little bitch!" came Cordelia's high-pitched cry. A loud, girlish whimper, obviously from Willow, said she was getting it, taking it. At the same instant, a fierce wail from Cordelia filled the room. Buffy's eyes bulged as she watched her tits arch high, her ass working up and down.
Waves of mingled envy and delight swept Buffy's sex. Her little play cock was in. The luscious filling of her cunt, clear to the depths, brought a moan to her lips. It was so good she could hardly believe her senses. The slide of the shaft on her aching clit, the rhythmic pumping her hand found into her unprotected cunt, pulled her toward climax!
"OHH—OHH—shiiit!" Cordelia bleated, rattling the bed beneath Willow. The redhead's schoolwork clattered to the floor. "I can't believe I'm fucking enjoying this!"
Buffy's thighs quivered, her breasts swelled with feeling, the first stings of her delight shot to release the sweet tension in her burgeoning clit. Warm honey pulsed from inside her; her pleasure seemed literally
