Smuttydale update

Harmony’s tongue rolled against Buffy’s cunt, trying to give her the same experience that Harmony could feel happening between her own legs. It was wonderful. It was heaven. Why had she never felt this way before? She wanted it to keep going forever, more and more and more of it, oh please, more!

Buffy worked on Harmony’s softly flowing cunt with the other woman’s pleasure only in the back of her mind. She had seen Monty at the window, his glowing eyes clearly wanting to be let in, and as tempting as offering herself to him was, she didn’t want to leave Harmony’s wet pussy to do it. She also doubted that Harmony was turned on enough to mate with a demon just yet. Far more likely that she would be shocked at the idea, even outraged. A feeling Buffy would prefer her to have after she had already done the deed.

Buffy moaned, feeling Harmony’s tongue raking through her wet sex, the girl’s cute little nose brushing against her sensitive asshole. Harmony was a fast learner, for once, her tongue lashing up and down Buffy’s appreciative womanhood, lapping up the juices streaming out of her like liquid contentment. While they pleasured each other, Buffy glanced furtively at Monty, seeing him becoming increasingly restless. The demon would soon force his way into the room, demanding the sex she had trained him to expect. There was only one way she could see to give it to him without scaring Harmony off.

Buffy shifted her body to the left until she’d rolled herself underneath Harmony, the girl’s lovely ass raised in the air above her face. Harmony took a moment to process the change, like this was some new and exotic sexual position she would have to acclimate to, but then she was once more eating Buffy out. Buffy lovingly ran her hand over Harmony’s mons, finding them tremblingly responsive before she slid two fingers inside. Harmony’s sex tightly gripped them as the cheerleader moaned passionately.

“Oh, Buffy,” she cooed. “That feels really good!”

“I bet this is about the time with a boy where you’d be just about ready for his cock,” Buffy replied, her lips pressing wetly to Harmony’s throbbing clitoris.

Harmony’s moan mingled pleasure with disappointment. For all of her talk with Cordelia about Buffy and the freakish strength she showed at times, it was obvious that Buffy didn’t possess that equipment. Harmony could only dream about how nice it would be to be penetrated when Buffy had made her pussy so tender and sensitive.

Her fingers still busy inside of Harmony’s cunt, Buffy tilted her head back until she was looking out the window. She gave a nod to Monty, motioning him inside, and with catlike reflexes befitting his feline appearance, Monty slunk through the open window, across the floor, and even onto the bed without making a noise. As he approached, Buffy spread Harmony’s wet pussy open with her hands, allowing the scent of her aroused sex to waft out to Monty’s snout. He sniffed curiously at it, licking his chops after deciding he liked the sweet smell, and then whipped his tongue from Buffy’s face below to Harmony’s pussy on top.

The first delicious touch of Monty’s tongue on Harmony’s sex sent fire irresistibly through her, undreamed-of ecstasy quivering in her loins. Harmony’s tits swelled, heaving with her quickening breaths as her nipples hardened to scratch against Buffy’s stomach.

Monty licked and slavered at Harmony’s sweet cunt, knowing she would enjoy it as all females enjoyed it. Harmony’s moans deepened into guttural noises of sheer bliss, her hips pumping uncontrollably back to Monty’s face as if trying to fuck herself on his tongue. Oh God, oh Jesus Christ—was Buffy just licking me with the tip of her tongue before? Harmony asked herself, so little thought in her thoughts that it could almost be considered innocence.

An innocence that was quickly drawing to an end.

From below, Buffy watched the heavy heft of Monty’s tongue crawling over Harmony’s pussy, flicking copious droplets of her juices out of her as the hot pink tendril flashed and whipped to stimulate the most sensitive curves of Harmony’s folds. Buffy caught the drops of cream that ran off of Monty’s pleasuring tongue, rubbing Monty’s flanks fondly as she watched him tempt Harmony to a seduction she couldn’t resist.

Harmony’s hips were swiveling in needful circles, the flaming pleasure Monty had brought her spreading through the clenching muscles of her flat belly. She couldn’t think, couldn’t remember the strict moral code she’d been brought up with, could only feel the pure ecstasy that was pouring over her nether regions like hot chocolate over ice cream. She belonged to Buffy now, to the tongue that was showing her sizzling pussy the pure joy it was capable of feeling—though even if she had an IQ in the triple digits, Harmony would be hard-pressed to realize how the texture and shape of her lover’s tongue had changed, given how it was currently redefining her feminine experience. From now on, Harmony would only be able to think of being a woman as feeling like this.

Buffy kept Harmony’s swelling labia spread wide for Monty’s tongue to torment, watching the bared clit throb inside its parted hood. She could feel Harmony’s ecstatic gasps vibrating through her body and into Buffy’s, and a wicked grin came to her wet face as she decided not to let Harmony reach the fruition of what she was feeling. Far better instead to let her know that Monty’s cunnilingus was nothing—only preparation for her next lesson in sexual pleasure.