Buffy update

Buffy and Willow had been shooting for what felt like hours, with Willow forcing Buffy not just into different poses, but into new outfits. She loved thinking up new ensembles for Buffy to wear. The latest was a schoolgirl outfit that would make Britney Spears blanch. The outline of Buffy’s well-filled bra, red and black in a tartan pattern, could be clearly discerned beneath her diaphanous white blouse. Her black satin skirt ended above the knees, revealing shapely legs attired in sheer black stockings. She wore saddle shoes with little bows on them, and her hair was done up in pigtails.

Willow clapped and whistled, seeing Buffy in the new outfit, and then leapt up from where she had waited while Buffy changed to lead her slave over to a plain, straight-backed chair in the middle of the room. She pushed her gently down into her seat.

“Oh, Buff—your stockings are a little baggy,” Willow told her. “You mind?”

Slightly annoyed, Buffy hesitated a second. That just gave her cheeks an opportunity to become prettily flushed. Slowly, she pulled back her black satin skirt to reveal black stocking tops, white thighs, and black garter belt suspenders. Willow watched with fascination as Buffy proceeded to pull her sheer stockings up even more tautly, smoothing them over her taut thighs before anchoring them to her garter belt. After Willow gave a satisfied nod, Buffy yanked her skirt back down.

“Good,” Willow told her. “Now, I’m going to tie you to the chair. Put your hands together behind the chair with your wrists crossed.”

Looking slightly worried, Buffy complied. Willow guessed she was confused about why she wasn’t using the spell, but Willow wanted to get hands-on with her bondage for once. And in a low-stakes game like this photography session, why not try out doing it herself?

Taking a length of clothesline rope, Willow quickly tied Buffy’s wrists together behind her back. Buffy squirmed prettily in her chair. Willow could tell how helpless she felt. It was adorable.

Taking another length of rope, Willow dropped to her knees beside Buffy and began tying her slender ankles together just above the bows on her shoes. The white rope made a vivid contrast with her black hosiery and Willow felt an odd desire to run her tongue up Buffy’s calves. Later, later. That wasn’t the game they were playing now.

Next, taking another length of rope, Willow tied Buffy’s legs together just above the knees. Buffy watched the proceedings without comment, but her cheeks were warmly flushed. All she could think about looking for the spellbook once Willow left. Until then, she would just play along.

“Now, let’s get that skirt up,” Willow remarked happily to her helpless subject.

Grasping the hem of Buffy’s skirt, she pulled them up to leave black stocking tops, garter belt, and a generous amount of bare thigh on display. From the front, she could even catch a glimpse of Buffy’s holiday check panties, their style deliciously contrasting with her similar bra—these were Brazilian, with lace trim just about everywhere. Willow was glad she’d insisted on Buffy wearing panties. There was something even more forbidden about her wearing such a kinky thing under her supposedly innocent school garments.

“Are you going to take a picture or not?” Buffy fumed, squirming unhappy in her chair. She’d been helpless before, but not being able to do anything to adjust her skirt only emphasized that.

“Patience, patience,” Willow said. She picked up her camera and began taking pictures of Buffy from various angles.

“Do you have any film in there?” Buffy asked sarcastically.

Willow scowled—Buffy’s little jokes were bordering on disrespectful. The impatient little Slayer was probably eager to be punished some more, but she had to learn that being Willow’s bitch was about what Willow wanted, not just getting off all the time. Still, Willow couldn’t let her Buffy just mouth off like that…

“You know what would make these pictures even better?” Willow asked rhetorically. “A gag!”

Despite her protests, Buffy soon found her pretty mouth tightly packed with a folded white handkerchief. A red scarf—Willow liked how the color was almost like a signature—was then passed over her mouth and tied behind her neck to hold the handkerchief in place. Ignoring Buffy’s almost constant attempts to communicate through the gag, Willow burned through another roll of film. 

She was so happy to be photographing her pride and joy that she almost didn’t realize how Buffy was eying her—eyelids narrowed, brows slanted, very aggressive. Very disrespectful.

Finally, Willow employed a red scarf to blindfold her completely. Her vision cut off completely, unable to communicate in any real way, Buffy had no choice but to squirm uncomfortable and helpless in her chair, her black-satin skirt still up to leave her on display.

Willow was thoroughly stimulated by the display of helplessness. The two red scarfs crossing Buffy’s face made her think of the girls in Xander’s pornos, the ones who ended up covered with, well, guy-gunk. It was so obviously a way of marking women, claiming them, and that was what Willow had done with her trademark color. Her face covered in red, Buffy was hers.

It made Willow wonder about how much she enjoyed tanning Buffy’s hide. Food for thought.

She took shots of Buffy from every angle she could think of before setting the camera aside. “Okay, that’s enough.”

Then Willow walked over to her helpless victim. Standing behind her, she moved quite close to Buffy, making her aware of her closeness as Willow’s jeans brushed against Buffy’s blonde hair, her bare neck. Looking downward at the straining cups of Buffy’s bra, Willow reached down with both hands and grasped them firmly.

“Mmmmmmm!” Buffy could do nothing but moan and squirm anxiously in her seat.

“Not that I could ever get enough of you,” Willow said, taking off Buffy’s blindfold now. Their eyes met and she could see a mixture of fear and excitement in Buffy’s. Good. That was the exact way she should look at her mistress. That and hunger.

“I think it’s been long enough. Let’s see how tight your ass is now—and how big my strap-on…”

“MMMMMMMM!” Buffy moaned, rumbling in the chair.

“What’s that, Buff? You have something to say?”

Willow took off Buffy’s gag, letting Buffy spit the handkerchief out. Buffy looked up at Willow with tears in her eyes. She couldn’t talk her out of it. She couldn’t beg her to stop. All she could do was hold out as long as she could. And the only way to do that… was to distract Willow.

Leaning forward, shame-faced, Buffy kissed the fly of Willow’s jeans. She told herself she was just kissing a zipper, just the little tab at the top, pretending there was nothing beyond it. It was still better than having Willow fuck her in the ass again. Anything would be better than that ultimate humiliation.

“Please, Mistress… I need to… I want to taste you… please can I taste you?”

Willow’s eyes flickered with amusement. “I don’t know—you’ve been very ‘straight girl’ about your pussy-eating up till now. But I have been meaning to teach you, so I can enjoy having you lick my pussy as much as you enjoy me.”

“I’ll be a good student,” Buffy said. “I will! I will!” And it wouldn’t taste that bad.

“Okay, Buffy. God, I spoil you…” Willow wiggled out of her jeans and underwear, then sat down on the couch, a few pillows behind herself. She spread her legs. “It’s all yours.”

Buffy’s bindings fell away as the spell took over. She was still wearing the ridiculous schoolgirl outfit, but at least she could pull her skirt down. She went to Willow and got down on her knees before Willow’s cunt, staring at it. She hated the red pubic hair covering Willow’s sex, reminding her of how Willow had stripped her of her own bush, scratching and tickling her lips as she leaned in to kiss Willow’s pussy, with its fragrant smell, its strange taste that she’d never get used to. She just had to nestle herself in it, just had to push past and get her tongue in Willow’s sex.

Willow sighed. “Stop! Turn around.”

Buffy did, confused, the taste of Willow still lingering on her lips, waiting for her to absentmindedly lick them to be reminded of what she had done. The spell took over, directing her to lower her head flat to the floor and raise her ass so high that her skirt fell to her waist.

“That was a pitiable attempt at eating pussy,” Willow said. “You’ve earned yourself fifteen hits with the strap for your laziness, your lack of enthusiasm, and your failure to appreciate your Mistress.”

Buffy felt a new level of humiliation sweep through her. “Yes, Mistress Willow,” she answered in a small voice.

“And I want you to count out loud after each hit and say ’Thank you Mistress Willow. I promise to be a better pussy licker.’ Do you understand?”

Buffy could only nod. Willow couldn’t see it, but she rightfully assumed that Buffy knew what was expected of her.

With her stocking tops, bare thighs, and scandalous panties on full display, Buffy was a picture of feminine embarrassment. Her face was a flaming scarlet and she kept her eyes tightly closed, as if that would blot out the shameful display she was making of herself. Willow paused for a moment to enjoy the breathtaking view, not missing a single detail as her eyes moved from the tips of her nicely shod feet to her blonde head. 

After a long pause, Willow reached for the waistband of the young girl's wispy panties. Buffy moaned and quivered with humiliation as she felt strange hands committing the final indignity that would leave her totally bare and disgraced.

"Spread a little, Buffy!" Willow ordered her.

Haplessly, Willow’s bitch opened her legs an inch or so, and Willow slowly pulled the panties down. Buffy's breath-catching feminine bottom flashed into view, a beautifully soft mixture of pink and white, and deliciously rounded. The feminine contours were girlishly big but not too big. Buffy trembled with humiliation and as she did so, her pretty buttocks quivered like bowls of jelly. She remembered to hold her stockinged legs tightly together, for the moment at least, concealing her sex.

Willow finished pulling the panties down below the tops of her black stockings, and paused to enjoy an enthralled look at the lush and tender buttocks that were just waiting to be disciplined. For a moment she thought about undoing Buffy’s garters, but decided against it. The black garter belt and stockings perfectly framed her spank spot, and there was no reason to disturb such an intriguing picture. 

"You have such a cute ass, Buffy!" Willow told her, knowing that the comment would embarrass rather than please her.

Willow had no intention of rushing things. Slowly she raised her right hand and brought it down lightly upon Buffy’s right buttock, leaving it in place right where it landed. Her youthful bottom felt velvety soft and resilient.

"Oooh!" Buffy's gasp reflected mortification rather than discomfort. “One. Thank you, Mistress Willow.” Buffy’s tongue felt huge in her mouth, like it was impossible that it could fit in her mouth, crafting these words. “I promise to be a better pussy licker.”

Willow watched the pretty teenager shriveling with embarrassment at the bare contact. After a moment's pause, she raised her hand to observe the pretty pink spot that had appeared. It pleased her, and she began pulling her belt out of her jeans. The only thing that could make that pretty pink spot look better was if it were red. A nice scarlet welt, saying ‘Willow was here.’

Willow applied the strap to Buffy’s right cheek, slightly lower down. “Two! Thank you Mistress Willow. I promise to be a better pussy licker.” The third smack landed slightly lower than the second. “Three. Thank you Mistress Willow. I promise to be a better pussy licker.” Willow then repeated the procedure, this time making the smacks slightly more forceful.

"Oh! Oh!" Buffy gasped, her blonde pigtails flying. “Thank you Mistress Willow. I promise to be a better pussy licker! Thank you Mistress Willow. I promise to be a better pussy licker!”

“Don’t lose count,” Willow warned her.

“Four! Five! Six!” Buffy hastily added. “Thank you Mistress Willow. I promise to be a better pussy licker.”

By this time Willow’s bitch was a little breathless and her right buttock was a healthy shade of rose pink, which contrasted sharply with her still milky-white left cheek. After a moment's inspection, Willow set about balancing up the color scheme. Six carefully applied smacks to the left buttock and the task was completed. Buffy's lovely buttocks were a pretty vermillion all over, and the comely teenager was squirming with a mixture of embarrassment and discomfort.

After pausing a moment to admire her own handiwork, Willow began the next series of lashes with a light slap just above the top of her right stocking. Buffy moaned and her right foot swung up momentarily. Willow began working up her right thigh and bottom cheek with a light series of smacks, taunting Buffy with the knowledge that she could swing so much harder if she wanted to. She wanted Buffy to dread the moment that she did. 

From there, Willow worked down the left side from her garter belt to the top of her stocking. By this time the entire area between Buffy’s garter belt and stockings was a darkening pink. She repeated the entire course again, working up, the right side and down the left.

"Please! Please!" Buffy pleaded. "Please stop! That's enough! Please don't humiliate me like this! Fifteen! That’s fifteen!"

“Alright,” Willow said, replacing the strap with her hand and lovingly patting the soothing red that covered Buffy’s buttocks. “That’s why I have you keep count. And what do we say?”

“Thank you Mistress Willow. I promise to be a better pussy licker.”

“I believe you,” Willow said, settling back onto the couch. 

Hatefully, Willow was right about the strapping. Just to keep from the humiliating, painful experience of being whipped again, Buffy was determined to please Willow. Not at all peckishly, she ran her tongue up and down Willow’s labia, accepting the taste, accepting the strange feel against her mouth, she could accept anything so long as Willow didn’t spank her anymore…

“Wrong!” Willow said. “I swear, Buffy, it’s like you enjoy getting lashed more than you like eating my pussy. Do you realize how hurtful that is? I know you can eat pussy better than this, I know you can. Lie down on my lap. Fifteen more. This time, I want you to beg me to stop.”

Buffy did as she was told. Her Slayer healing had restored her ass to a pristine white, which just irked Willow more. It was like Buffy was refusing her all over again. This time she decided not to use the strap. If you wanted a job done right, you had to do it yourself.

Once again Willow's solid palm traversed the course, working up one side of Buffy’s garters and down the other. A distressed "Oh!" followed every smack, and her reddening buttocks began to squirm more and more despite her obvious efforts to control herself. Those cute little shoes began swinging upward from time to time, and Willow knew there would soon come a time when Buffy would no longer be able to hold those pretty legs together.

"Ouch! Oh, stop, please! Please!" Buffy pleaded, looking back anxiously over her shoulder. "Please, don't! It's so humiliating! Please, your bare hand on my... my bare... Please, it's too humiliating!"

Willow paused once again to admire the scenery. From stocking tops to garter belt, Buffy's lush ass was a bright scarlet. She was wriggling miserably, her full buttocks continually flexing and puckering in a thoroughly provocative manner. Her pretty face was as red as her bottom, and her distress was all too apparent as she continually looked back over her shoulder. 

“Now seems like a good time for the count,” Willow said. “And your gratitude.”

“Fuh-five,” Buffy said weakly. “Thank you, Mistress Willow, I promise to be a better pussy licker.”

Willow raised her hand and brought it down forcefully on Buffy's buttocks, producing a loud smack as it landed squarely across the crevice.

"Ouch!" Buffy shrieked and suddenly burst into girlish tears. “Six!

Smack! Smack! Willow's hand began moving up one side and down the other, each smack crackling with a crisp report as it landed on defenseless feminine flesh.

"Ouch! Oh, no! Ow! Stop! Ouch! It hurts too much!" Buffy exclaimed, her voice reflecting her pain and shame. "Ow! This is awful!" Shapely legs prettily attired in black stockings and high heels began swinging merrily back and forth as Willow spread the stinging smacks throughout her already-smarting posterior, and the pretty teenager began wriggling furiously over her lap. As Buffy reflexively began jerking her legs hard and wide, bright flashes of pink womanhood could occasionally be seen, wet and glossy.

"Oh, no! Stop! Ouch! It hurts too much!" Buffy begged, her voice nearly choking with tears. "Stop, please! I'm just burning up!"

“Am I going to stop just because you ask me to?” Willow replied.

“No,” Buffy let out in a low moan. Then her tearful eyes blinked, realizing. “Fifteen! Th-thank you, Mistress Willow! I promise to be a better pussy licker!”

She practically threw herself down between Willow’s legs, asking herself what to do, what to do, what Willow would like. She couldn’t think of what she’d been doing wrong. She’d licked Willow, hadn’t she? What more to it was there? 

She froze.

Willow let out a long-suffering sigh. “Fifteen more, Buffy. Come here. Across my lap.”

Willow had barely touched her before Buffy practically stampeded. Keeping her squirming, bucking body under full control, Willow continued to apply the loud smacks in a lusty, energetic fashion. In her opinion there was nothing much more attractive than a shapely young woman, skirt up and panties down, undergoing correction with her stockinged legs kicking wildly as her pretty bottom turned a bright scarlet. And Buffy proved the point once more for her. Shapely long legs in stockings and heels kicked frantically back and forth, and the entire combination of tear-stained face, glowing buttocks, and swinging legs was exquisite.

"Oh, please, stop, I can't take it anymore!" the miserable girl sobbed between soprano shrieks of pain. "Stop, please! Pleeeese!"

At last, Willow decided that her suffering victim had endured enough of that kind of discipline. As she lay crying hard across his lap, Willow finished removing her panties and tossed them on the floor. Her hand slipped between Buffy’s legs, discerning the heavy dew that was covering her pubic hair. The lips of her warm teenage pussy felt deliciously soft and juicy, and she slipped a probing finger gently into the wet interior.

"You know what you have to do, don't you?" she asked quietly.

"Yes. Yes, mistress!" Buffy managed to reply, trying to get her tears under control. “I have to… be a good bitch. I have to do as I’m told. But please, mistress, I’m so sorry… please tell me what to do? I don’t know! I’m so stupid! Please tell me how to be a good pussy licker, like you deserve?”

Buffy hated every moment of it, every syllable of every word, but anything was better than having her ass spanked anymore. There wasn’t something she could beat by beating it up. She had to be smart. She had to be clever. 

Willow sighed, the sound now exasperatedly loving. “You can be such a dumb slut sometimes, Buffy. I would’ve thought as big a dyke as you would know something about pleasing a woman. Alright. I am your mistress, after all. Who else is gonna teach you?” 

Willow took hold of Buffy’s hair like a set of reins, not pulling her in any direction, but keeping a firm grip. “Now don’t just lap it up like you’re a dog at a swimming pool. Run your tongue over my pussy hair. Start low, down almost at my ass, and don’t stop until you’ve licked all of my curly little hairs. All the way up to my clit. Don’t touch it, Buffy, not yet—not too soon. Just lick. Taste all my juices in my pussy hair. Don’t they taste good? Isn’t my pussy the sweetest?”

“It tastes—yes. It’s good,” Buffy said. It wasn’t like she had anything to compare it to.

Willow’s fist worked tightly, circling her wrist to tug incessantly at Buffy’s scalp. “Now go a little deeper. I want you to part my labia with your tongue—open it up—move your tongue into my cunt. Slow and steady, don’t rush, don’t just jam it in, no… go slow… and steady… all the way in, Buffy, with the Slayer tongue… show me how far it can go… mmm, that’s nice… how does it feel, Buffy, having your tongue in my cunt?”

“It’s… it’s nice,” Buffy said, barely able to stop from gagging at the strange taste filling her mouth. It was just so… different. And Willow. She didn’t know how she was standing it, how she was getting used to it.

“Nice?” Willow asked. “Your mistress lets you taste her pussy and it’s nice? Turn the fuck around, Buffy. Bend the fuck over.”

Willow was out of patience. She used the belt again, and she insisted that Buffy count out all fifteen hits. Buffy did, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She couldn’t take anymore chances. This time, she had to satisfy Willow. She just had to.

“Lick my pussy,” Willow ordered, her voice impossibly serious. “And this time, you’d better appreciate what I’m feeding you. Or maybe you would like my foot instead? How’s that sound, Buffy? Sucking on my toes for a few hours? Eat cunt!”

Buffy did, trying to remember what Willow had told her, do what Willow enjoyed. Long, steady strokes, moving through Willow’s slit from top to bottom, always slow, and shallow but only at first. She applied more pressure with the strokes of her tongue, letting her stronger licks open Willow up, delve into her, drag through the glossy inner folds of her sex. Her ass was still burning, not letting her forget how important it was to please Willow.

“Mmmm… you’re getting me all wet, Buff!” Willow moaned, almost proudly. “Can you smell that wetness? Flowing out into that cute little mouth of yours?”

“Yes, Mistress!” Buffy said hurriedly. “You smell so good! You smell divine!”

“And how do I taste?” Willow asked, putting a single finger on the crown of Buffy’s head and pushing down. Unwilling to disturb that finger’s place, Buffy stayed in her designated spot, lapping at the place she thought Willow wanted her tongue. “How do I taste, slave?”

“Heavenly,” Buffy breathed, her voice muffled by the folds of Willow’s cunt kissing her lips. “Sweet… like honey. Honey running down my throat…”

“Mmmmm!” Willow moaned, pleased. She cupped the back of Buffy’s head in her hand, palming it like a basketball, and pulled Buffy deeper. "Suck me! Suck me!"

Enveloped by the scent and taste of Willow's cunt, Buffy couldn't do anything else but suck. Cream coated her lips and dribbled into her mouth. She sucked, drawing the puffy folds of Willow's cunt into her mouth. Willow’s juices gushed over her tongue, coated her throat.

"Oooo, Buffy, I love it." Willow thrashed on the couch, her breasts swaying, her head snapping from side to side. "Keep sucking, Buffy. Oooo, like that!"

Buffy sucked again and again, marveling at the amount of juice that flowed from Willow's pussy and into her mouth. She swallowed, sucked and swallowed again.

"Ummmmm, Buffy," Willow said, staring up at the ceiling. "Ooooo, now chew me. Chew my cunt!"

Buffy heard and in her innocence didn't believe. She thought Willow only got off on causing pain, not receiving it. She continued to suck deeply on Willow's overheated cunt.

Willow humped, her tits jiggling, her mouth open, and her eyes popping. She rotated her ass, digging her nails into Buffy’s scalp. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Bite me, Buffy. Christ, chew me up!" She smashed her pussy into Buffy's face, showing the blonde she meant business.

Buffy understood. With the sensitive folds of Willow's cunt in her mouth, Buffy began to chew. She sucked, then gently chewed. She liked it. Passion took away the gentleness and she began to grind her teeth into Willow's cunt.

"Ooooo, now you're doing it," Willow squealed. She twisted her hips, soaking Buffy's face with a deluge of buttery cream. "Ooooo, yesss!"

Spurred on by Willow's hot exciting voice, Buffy sucked harder. She chewed with more determination. Hot sticky juice flowed into her mouth and over her lips.

"Now tongue me," Willow squealed. "Tongue-fuck me, Buffy!" She arched her back, pounded the couch cushions with her fists.

Buffy opened her mouth and clamped it to Willow's cunt. She darted her tongue out, plunging it into the heated wetness of Willow's cunt. She went deep, exploring Willow’s depths with the tip of her tongue.

"Yessss," Willow hissed. She smashed her cunt into Buffy's face. "Deeper, go deeper." Buffy's tongue was driving her wild. "Ooooo, Buffy... soon... oooo... so soon!"

Buffy heard, but wasn't quite sure she understood. She gurgled as hot frothy juices flowed over her exploring tongue. Muscles pulsed against her, exciting her, making her think of what it would feel like to have someone doing this to her.

"Oh, my God!" Willow bucked wildly, her pussy now a prisoner of Buffy's greedy mouth. "Oh, yeahhhh!” Willow's eyes rolled and her eyelids fluttered. Her mouth opened and ragged gasps escaped. "Ohhh, Buffy. I'm there. I'm..."

Buffy knew now what Willow was talking about. It blew her mind. She went crazy. Deep sucking action flooded her mouth with cream. Chewing hard on Willow's cunt-lips had the room filled with Willow's screams. Tongue-fucking plunges had Willow twisting and writhing on the couch.

"I'm... cumming! Bite! Bite my clit!"

Buffy, her face drenched in cream, attacked Willow's clit. She sucked it into her mouth and held it prisoner. Hard sucks almost tore it from Willow's gyrating body. She used her teeth to gnaw on the purplish blood-filled clit. Sucking and chewing, chewing and sucking, Buffy changed the sensations. Willow's screams told her she was doing it right.

"I'm creaming! Cumming! Ohhh, Buffy! You're biting off my clit!"

Oh, how Buffy wished she really could do that. The spell restrained her, kept all her aggression to some level that wouldn’t permanently harm Willow—even though it did feel good to get it out of her system. Holding Willow's clit firmly between her teeth, Buffy brought her tongue into action. Slapping her tongue back and forth over Willow's clit, she whipped the other girl into a screaming frenzy.

"Oh, don't stop!" Willow cried out. Her body contorted in bliss as another series of flashing orgasms whipped through her overheated body. "Chew it! Bite it! Aghhhh!" Willow was delirious. "I love your teeth. Ooooo!"

Buffy destroyed Willow's clit with her mouth. She held Willow's hips, skimmed under and mauled her ass cheeks. Cream flowed over her face. She gurgled as it flooded her mouth and throat. She continued to swallow, but it was gushing too fast. With her tongue whipping, her teeth chewing, and her mouth sucking, Buffy turned Willow's clit into a raw nerve, eternally flaring.

Saliva came out of Willow's mouth, dribbled down the side of her face. Her cunt exploded again and she thrashed, Buffy's fingers digging into her jiggling ass cheeks.

Creamy cum drooled down the crack of her ass, coated Buffy's mouth. "Buffy! Wonderful... so wonderful!"

Buffy was lost in a world of wet heat. She became an animal. She gnawed and sucked Willow's clit. Gulping sucks took Willow’s juices into her mouth. More of it bathed her mouth and face.

Willow humped wildly. Her back bowed, her neck strained, and her face screwed up in the last agonizing pleasures of her orgasm. Quivering, she slumped back, panting, gasping air into her lungs.

Buffy didn't know. She was too far gone to care. She opened her mouth, gobbling voraciously on Willow's cunt, tonguing, sucking, chewing. Willow's screams were beginning to penetrate her lust-sopped brain.

"Stop! Stop!" Willow was desperate. She jerked, twisting away from Buffy's hungry mouth. She fell off the couch. "God," she moaned, crawling around to a dazed Buffy.

Buffy smiled dreamily, still stunned by what she had done. She licked her lips. "Told you I’d be a better pussy licker."

Willow, exhausted by her orgasm, leaned against the couch, her legs spread, her breathing returning to normal. "You're fantastic. God, that was wonderful… do it again. And this time you shouldn’t need any instructions. You cunt eater you.”

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