Wesley had been invited over by Giles to review Buffy's performance. The fact that it was so late at night hadn't made him the least bit suspicious. A Slayer's primary work was at night. It stood to reason that her Watchers would keep, at the very least, odd hours.
When he got to Giles's house, the first thing he noticed was a rolled up piece of paper resting inside the curve of the knocker. He took it, unrolled it, and looked it over. It said to come in, the door was unlocked, and that Giles was waiting upstairs.
Wesley replaced the letter in his jacket pocket. That was one benefit to conducting this meeting so late. There was no one around to try and intercept the communique. He let himself in, closed the door behind him, and locked it securely.
He went up the stairs, finding the upstairs hallway with all its doors closed except for one, through which he could not only hear a series of moans, groans, and gasps, but see a golden-tanned body in tawny motion, vigorously riding up and down on an equally nude male form, the bed under him taking just as much punishment, bouncing on its legs like one or more of the room's occupants were possessed.
Wesley tensed his body. He listened as the mattress springs squeaked out the progress of lust in the next room, then heard Buffy moan in time to her own writhings. "Oh, Giles... Giles... it's so good, yeah, so good." The voice trailed off. Wesley shut his eyes. "Oh, yeah, fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me good!"
The rhythm of his Slayer's bedsprings was slow but steady, like a grinding march. She was coming closer to the completion that would end the coupling. "Suck me, suck me," he heard Buffy cry, her voice frantic. She bumped her buttocks against the mattress, which thumped under her. The frame of the bed slid closer against the wall.
They kept changing positions, varying up the sounds the bed made as it always ended up the site of no less vigorous, no less noisy coupling. Sometimes Wesley could hear the slurping of Buffy's tongue on Giles or Giles's tonguing of his Slayer's pussy. Then he just heard the sighing that became a high-pitched squeal, almost electronic to his ears, as Giles stationed his head between his Slayer's sprawled limbs and applied her lips and tongue to her anus.
"Hmmnn..." Buffy's voice again. He saw the back of Giles's head as if from overview. His head covered the patchwork of yellow-gold hair as he dove down. In his mind's eye, Giles rolled his mouth and teeth back and forth upon Buffy, the tongue half out and half in her mouth as it licked the folds of labial skin. Wesley had never seen a woman nude. His major knowledge of female anatomy came from pornographic magazines when he happened to come across one at Buffy's school, which occurred more frequently than one would think. Endless close-ups in color of the female genitalia. Women with their mouths inches away from and upon the lips of the gash...
A moment later, Buffy came out of the room, totally opening the cracked door. She was, as Wesley had surmised, naked, her white gold skin bare and even more luscious with sweat covering it from toe to hairline, darkening her wheat-colored hair until the roots were almost black. Her pubic hair was finely shaven, but as aesthetic as it may have looked under ordinary circumstances, the splotch of white semen that ran down her inner thigh from within her inflamed sex made her otherwise lovely appearance raunchy, downright obscene even.
She walked past Wesley without a word, not even reacting when he turned around unthinkingly to watch as she went down the stairs, her pert buttocks jiggling with the passage, almost but not quite obscuring the red handprint on their neat roundness.
Haplessly, Wesley walked into the upstairs bedroom. He didn't think he could face Buffy, Slayers not being his strong suit even when fully dressed, but he suspected himself capable of talking Watcher to Watcher on such an urgent matter of this. He was downright put out enough to talk about even such a flustering subject as what he'd just seen.
Giles was still on the bed, putting his glasses on, his saltpeter chest hair slicked to his sweaty body, the tangled sheets pulled conservatively over his body. While Buffy looked like a champion gymnast who had just given an athletic exhibition, no matter how strenuous, her elder looked like he had just had a heart attack. The usual neat part of his hair was wildly out of sorts and he actually wiped away a line of drool before Wesley's eyes.
"My God, man!" Wesley cried. "What do you think you are doing?"
"My duty as a Watcher."
***
Two weeks ago
Giles hadn't meant to be in the graveyard that night. He knew his days of fighting the forces of evil personally were behind him. It was only that his research had uncovered a vital clue to the identity of Davos, the latest demon to come to Sunnydale, and Buffy wasn't responding to her beeper. Knowing her patrol route, Giles went to find her. Even if she hadn't met Davos, it was essential that she knew about his weakness as soon as possible.
Among the mists and forlorn headstones of one of Sunnydale's many graveyards, he found Buffy in frenzied combat with a vampire. Giles hung back as soon as he saw them, not wanting to distract Buffy. He knew she could handle herself, and this actually looked like an important opportunity to witness how his protégé handled battle when not under his watchful eye.
Buffy took a hard right, making Giles wince as he watched. Her lip was split, and she had to wipe her bloody mouth as she recovered. Then, suddenly, she thrust herself against the vampire, kissing him, even taking his hands and moving them onto the offerings of her body. It was summer, and she was wearing her usual abbreviated clothing. Giles wouldn't have thought anything of it, only now they offered little impediment to the vampire fondling her. Nor did his clothes, once she'd ripped them off of him. She was stroking his hard cock and fondling his balls and he had one hand on her hot cunt, the other one on her tits.
Then Buffy could wait no longer for her first cuntful of his bloated cock.
The nimble teenager pushed him down on a gravestone, forcing him to take a seat, then twisted lithely up and knelt on it too, shifting one knee across so that she was kneeling astride the vampire's lap.
Her slim back arched, spine bending. Her plump tits thrust out into his face and her slender belly was pressed tight to his. She was positioned atop his prick like a delicately balanced flagpole sitter.
She squirmed around deliciously, sliding her cunt on the head of his cock.
Her back was to Giles and he had a perfect view of the coupling. The vampire's balls ballooned and his thick shaft towered up from them, the purple slab of his cockhead nudging into her sex. Her wet cunt-lips were opening around the tip of that smoking hot knob and juices were running in creamy ribbons down the heavily veined shaft.
As she wriggled about, the cheeks of her ass opened and Giles could see her tiny little shithole. Cum was bubbling from that little brown slot, telling him graphically that it had been used as a receptacle as well.
Buffy worked her slit on his crown for a moment, savoring the anticipation of having all of his long, thick prick shoved up her cunt. Then she began to slide down.
His cockhead vanished. Inch by inch, his stalk disappeared into her hole. Her cuntlips sucked him in and her tunnel swallowed him up. The heavy rod edged deeper, dark veins pounding spasmodically.
Buffy sank down to the hilt of her lover's shaft, taking it all. Her slot was glued around the root and the lower curve of her ass brushed against his swollen nuts as she squirmed on the staff.
She held it all in her for a few moments, then began to rise and fall, riding his cock slowly and steadily. The vampire held her by the hips, pulling her up and down, pounding her pussy onto his prick.
Her tits swung into his face and the vampire suckled on the perky pink tips and lapped up her cleavage. Saddled on his loins, she moved at a trot, then a canter, building up toward a full gallop.
Giles watched in wonderment.
He saw a vampire's sturdy member emerge from a Slayer's hole, glistening with her juice. Then she sank down and buried it up her box again. Giles could hear the column push into her and hear the soft, moist suction sounds her cunt was making as it massaged his cock.
The vampire lifted her hips, then jammed her down hard. His cock was so huge that Buffy looked down past her tits, obviously expecting to see the outline of that thick intrusion raised in a furrow up her slim belly.
She churned her ass around, grinding, twisting in a sensual spiral as she rose and fell. Each time she shoved down, her ass-cheeks parted, showing Giles her puckered anus. Cum kept oozing from that brown bud and trickling down the cleft, joining the creamy tide that was steadily flowing from her slot.
