Smuttydale update

How was it that a demon tiger knew more about foreplay than some guys she’d met?

Almost as if urging her to move again, the beast slapped his huge paw across Faith’s buttocks and she heard her leather pants rip. Cool air suddenly belted her ass. She rolled away from Monty just as he swiped again. This time his claws grazed her hip, leaving thin lines of blood, while the front of her pants were ripped away to the knees.

Now Faith was more naked than not, and having some scraps of fabric attached to her body couldn’t convince her she was even half-naked. Her eyes watched fascinated as three pencil lines of blood welled out of the scratch on her flesh. But to Faith there was something magnificently sensual to the danger. She found herself wishing that Monty would scent her sex instead of her blood.

The beast paused in his playful swipes—it was as if somehow he had sensed her thoughts. Faith watched his eyes dilate. She hoped that wasn’t a sign of hunger. 

Monty roared. Faith was chilled to the bone, even as her arousal spiked. Something about having such a big, powerful predator bearing down on her, something she totally couldn’t control… When he lowered his head toward her naked belly, she was caught in the middle of terror and incredible lust.

His long, rough tongue came out and licked from the bump of her pubis up to her belly. Then his bristling snout prodded her thighs apart and his hot tongue licked between her legs. Faith’s terror gave way finally and overwhelmingly to passion. She was powerless, vulnerable, both her body and her situation entirely out of control except for the power of giving herself up to lust. And that was a choice Faith was always ready to make. She no longer feared Monty, but anticipated what he would do next.

As a mighty purr of satisfaction rattled in his throat, Monty settled down on his haunches with his leonine head between Faith’s legs. Feeling shockingly, savagely complicit in her own ravishing, Faith took her legs from beneath his forepaws and threw them around the beast’s neck. She could feel the huge, powerful muscles rippling beneath the surprisingly soft skin of his neck. She tensed her thighs as the tremors sent tingles of lustful interest charging up her body.

They were met at the tip of her clit by his rough cat tongue. One of Monty’s licks covered her entire sex—from the slurping roughness on the taut grommet of her asshole, up the tender bareness of her aching pussy, waging wet and strong on the soft, tingling lips of her vulva, and finally flicking her helpless clit again with a rough eroticism that Faith had never before experienced with any other man.

She moaned in ecstasy and reached down to stroke Monty’s cool scales. The beast continued his velvet purring, his roughly tender licking, only closing his eyes as her impassioned hands mindlessly caressed his magnificent face.

The thought flitted across her mind that she wished she could give him the treatment she’d give any other guy: stroke his balls and suck his cock. Wondered how big it was. She smiled blissfully as she thought of Monty’s prick; the licking, slurping, sucking he was giving her made her feel like she had just been entered, like her cunt had just felt the penetration of an anxious prick, but that initial entry kept going on and on, never pushing into the deeper parts of her or becoming something she was inured to.

Frenzied by her sexual overabundance, wishing she could express all the lust she felt, Faith wailed softly in gasping, heated whimpers as her hands left Monty’s face and brushed over her own hips and belly. Her fingertips glazed the drying blood of the scratches Monty had left, the slight pain sending new chills coursing through her. Her palms caught at her breasts, and she began pinching and palming the swollen hills. 

As Faith mauled her own tits, her head lolled from side to side, and beads of salty perspiration ran down her forehead and temples. Dripping into her eyes and catching on her mutely working lips. Her hair massed in sweaty curls around her face as her whimpering breath became yet more frenetic. And still, the harsh softness of the demon’s tonguing kept up in a steady driving rhythm. He maintained the cadenced licks, forcing Faith beyond the possibility of climax, but she found herself unable to truly come. Some last taboo over fucking a demon, a vestigial bit of fear she couldn’t shake, she didn’t know. She just wanted to come.

“Bite me,” Faith whimpered, thinking of fingernails on her clit and teeth on her lips and twisting her nipple, all the wonderful doors pain could unlock while pleasure was trying the doorknob.

More than as if it could understand her, as if they were attuned on some psychic frequency, the beast bared its teeth and sank them into the flesh of Faith’s groin, not hard enough to break the skin, but letting her feel their sharpness, their power, on the most sensitive place on her body.

Faith’s capacity for pleasure was filled past overflowing, so overwhelmed that her body could do nothing but go numb. Wailing with the unrelenting orgasm Monty had brought on her, Faith spasmed and felt the ecstasy shooting through her body become the liquid leaving her cunt. Her flesh shivered and trembled into an cataclysmic orgasm. She fainted suddenly, as if the better part of her consciousness had been fed to Monty in the fluid rushes that filled his mouth. Her body took a long time after that to relax.

And the demon kept up his slow, contented licking, tasting the fragrant sweetness of her juices as they spilled over his soft muzzle.

“Call me?” Faith murmured when it finally took its leave of her, her body paralyzed in the satisfaction he had left her in, her eyes locked on his whipping tail as he left, looking for any sign that he would return to her.

***

“Mom, where’s the Buffybot?” Buffy called.

Joyce poked her head out of the kitchen. “What’s that, sweetie?”

“The Buffybot, mom. Where is it?”

“Oh, it was acting up,” Joyce explained, drying her hands. “Untoward advances on the vacuum cleaner, you know. I took it to Willow’s to get fixed.”

Buffy growled and slunk back into her room.

“What’s the matter, Buffy?”

Buffy popped her head back out of her room. “What?”

“The matter, Buffy. What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“Long patrol?” Joyce asked her, stepping out of the kitchen. “A little worked up now?”

“Yeah,” Buffy agreed hesitantly. “But it’s fine, I’ll just use a vibrator. Same thing, really.”

“Alright, dear,” Joyce said tentatively. “Just try to relax? You’re supposed to be enjoying yourself, after all.”

Buffy shut the door behind her, pulling off her clothes and standing in front of her mirror. She was used to the sight of her well-ripened breasts, capped with pinkish brown nipples that became hot, penetrating spikes whenever she touched them. The sight of the luxurious hair layering over her sex was nothing new either. And, unfortunately, she was used to the sight of her clit well-hidden from touch or sight.

Lips parted slightly with anticipation, she gently reached between her legs and pulled her pussy open, pleasantly surprised at how shockingly pink the wet flesh she exposed was. Going through a dozen vampires had made her many things, and hungry wasn’t one of them. Pulling harder, Buffy gasped. Her fingers had touched something. There! The little bump of her clitoris, inviting her to touch it.

“Uhhhh!” Buffy shuddered as she ran her finger across the small button. Her stomach knotted up and a wonderful throb began in her cunt. She kept rubbing her clit lightly and the throb grew bigger, spreading up her body in tensing muscles and rushing breaths.

“Yes, ohhh, yes!” Buffy breathed. She choked back her scream of pleasure and, weak-kneed, went to her bed. She fell down hard on it, one hand still stroking her pussy, and with the other she fished into her nightstand for a dildo.

It was funny how sensitive she was these days. She’d used to be a bit of a cold fish, repressed even, like she couldn’t let herself worry about sex. Now her clit demanded attention on a nightly basis, from herself or someone else. All she had to do was touch it the right way and she blew apart.

Still, she wished Buffybot were around. Nothing felt better on her clit than a nice long tongue…

***

An hour later, Buffy laid in bed, sleeping restlessly. Her legs were parted and her dildo laid between her thighs, like an arrow pointing out a target, or a bookmark. A few orgasms hadn’t brought her much peace. Even in her sleep, she chewed her lower lip, wishing she’d had the Buffybot to masturbate with. She’d even settle for going another round with Cordelia Chase, Prom Dom.

It wasn’t Cordelia who crept into her room though. It was her mother.

Joyce had been worried about Buffy, knowing how much the Slayer needed stress relief. She worked so hard, but she took so little ‘me time’. And with that Slayer libido of hers, she’d only wear herself out trying to satisfy herself. That was energy she couldn’t afford to waste. This called for a mother’s love before Buffy woke up in the middle of the night and started creaking the floorboards again.

Joyce sat down, curling gracefully on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb her daughter. She bent down and kissed Buffy’s lips softly.

As she’d suspected—there was a tang of her own sex on her mouth, residue of her frolic. Buffy had sucked on her own fingers, straight from her cunt. Joyce simmered at the prospect of doing the same. Right from Buffy’s melting pussy…

She shifted lower and gently sucked the teenager’s nipple, tasting sweat now, ground into Buffy’s tits by her caressing hands. She felt the nipples tense quickly in her lips. 

Buffy began to murmur and squirm around. She was still asleep. Joyce wondered what kind of dreams she was having. Good ones, she hoped. And hopefully about a nice boy, not some vampire. Preferably someone who’d make a good son-in-law and father one day. Not that Joyce was getting ahead of herself or anything…

Joyce licked lightly up and down Buffy’s belly, tonguing her silken pussy for only a moment. Then she moved lower and lapped up the insides of Buffy’s slim, shapely thighs, stopping just short of her groin. Joyce’s lips were tingling in anticipation of sucking her daughter’s cunt, but she was enjoying the preliminaries too, and was in no big hurry to start her meal.

She ran her tongue all the way down to Buffy’s feet, sucking her cute little toes, then licked back up the other leg, again stopping short of her cunt. Buffy’s eyelids were fluttering and her lovely face was twisting with sensations. Still asleep, she arched and squirmed with feline grace. Her sex was heating up, growing loose. The sweet scent was driving Joyce wild.

Sucking on her lips and the taste they’d have of Buffy’s honey, Joyce turned on the vibrator. It began to ripple and hum, the sound ferociously loud in the quiet night, so Joyce muted it in Buffy’s accepting pussy. Buffy frowned slightly, even as her ass and hips began to move in a slow rutting motion.

Joyce held the vibrator by the base and started to run it in and out of her daughter’s dewy sex. She angled it so that she was running the vibrant shaft against Buffy’s clit as it sank in. Buffy’s labia sucked and clung as her mother worked the vibrator through her, and Joyce leaned over her groin, gazing down in artistic rapture. Buffy’s cunt looked like some delicate pink shellfish served in a four-star restaurant. 

Then Buffy opened her eyes. She blinked in confusion, still groggy, thinking that she was dreaming. But she was too horny for it to be a dream.

“M-mom?” she mumbled. Joyce smiled at her. “What—what are you doing?”

“I’m getting you off, darling,” Joyce replied with bold understatement. “Not just taking the edge off. I’m really out to satisfy you.”

Buffy gulped in astonishment. Looking into the girl’s wide eyes, Joyce shoved the vibrator in to the hilt. She fingered her daughter’s clit as she wiggled the humming dildo around in the depths of her pussy.

“Do you mind, pumpkin?” Joyce whispered.

Buffy looked stunned, even alarmed. But then she began to smile. Appreciating how well her mother took care of her.

“Oh, no, Mom. It feels so good!” she sighed.

Joyce continued to slide the device in and out and to play with her daughter’s clit. Buffy’s hips churned and her slim ass tightened as she fucked her cunt up and down on the pleasure Joyce was offering it.

Then her mom pulled it from her pussy.

“Ohhh—don’t stop, Mom!” Buffy squealed. “I was gonna cream!”

Joyce held the drenched dildo up in front of her face, gazing at it as if in surprise over just how long it really was, and just how easily Buffy had taken so much of it. Then her tongue slid out and she licked her daughter’s wetness from the cylinder. 

“Mmmmmmm—your pussy is scrumptious, baby. You’d think you’d be going on more dates—“

“Mom!” Buffy cried, looking stunned.

Joyce sucked impishly on the humming tool, lubricating it, then she drew it from her mouth and plunged it back inside of Buffy. Then she reversed the process. The vibrator went between Buffy’s legs sodden with saliva, and went into her mouther’s mouth glistening with Buffy’s juices. Buffy came a little every time Joyce alternated strokes, loving it when it was in her wet pussy, then wanting it when it was on Joyce’s hot mouth.

“Mom, are you… do you eat pussy?” Buffy asked, sounding almost shy.

“Yes, honey—I love to,” Joyce admitted, as casually as she’d admit to enjoying a bit of reefer back in the day. She didn’t like there to be secrets in their family.

“I like it too,” Buffy sighed. “A lot.” She managed to look demure, which was quite a feat under the circumstances. “Would you like to eat me? I really like it when… people do that. And, and I’ll go down on you too, Mom…”

“I would really like that, sweetie,” Joyce laughed. “I bet you’re really good at it too.”

“Oh, Mom…”

“You’re so caring and considerate. I bet you really put some Summers effort into the other girl’s little man in a boat…”

“Mom, stop! Nobody calls it that anymore!”

“If you say so, dear.”

Joyce switched off the vibrator. There was no point in wasting batteries. She sure didn’t need it now…

***

They were fucking. Weren’t they? They had to be.

Dawn was tired of them fucking without her. She got horny too! Just because she didn’t have some Slayer hard-on that aimed at vampires, didn’t mean she wouldn’t like a vibrator, or even to have Buffybot eat her out some. 

Dawn walked around the house. Maybe they were just working on something in the garage. Or maybe they were doing some gardening. 

But what she heard in the garage, coming down through the ceiling, was soft moaning and the sway of bedsprings.

Buffy’s bedroom was over the garage. And she was definitely hearing panting and sighing and whimpering and the rocking of a bed.

Okay, it didn’t mean they were together. Maybe Buffy was fingering herself. Given how often she’d used the Buffybot back when it was working, there was no telling how much she was touching herself with it out of commission.

Well, maybe Dawn could help out a little. That would show Buffy how adult she was, and that she didn’t have to leave her out of slaying and sex.

Momentarily forgetting where Joyce was in this equation, Dawn dashed upstairs, into Buffy’s bedroom, expecting to find her being stuffed in lieu of being mounted.

Buffy wasn’t alone.

For a moment, Dawn just couldn’t understand what was happening on the bed. It was too astonishing to fully registered. She actually thought that her mother and sister were having a wrestling match. She wondered vaguely if they were really fighting or just fooling around.

But why were they both naked?

Joyce seemed to be winning, pinning Buffy down. Dawn hoped the contest would end soon so she could make her pitch to help Buffy out with some of that excess energy. She’d kind of sold herself on that idea, thinking about it so hard.

Then Buffy wailed, “Eat me, Mommy!”

And Dawn damn near fainted.

***

“Dawnie, what the hell are you doing here?” Buffy demanded, realizing belatedly that her little sister was spying on her. She would’ve called her a motherfucker, but Joyce was present to play peacemaker and besides, she didn’t have room to talk. “Get out of my room!”

“Oh, you’re having sex!” Dawn responded, her default reaction being petulance, as befitted her youth. “There’s a big surprise! And with mom too. Yeah, why would mom want to do anything with me when she can have sex with the Slayer?”

“Sweetie, it’s not like that,” Joyce said conciliatorily. She seemed full of grace, even as Buffy pulled the bedsheets over both of them. “Buffy is the Slayer, and sometimes she needs a little extra attention—“

“I do not!” Buffy protested, at the same time Dawn said “I’d settle for any attention.”

“How come whenever you guys do something fun, it’s without me?” Dawn continued. “You never include me in anything.”

Joyce pulled Buffy into a hug. “Buffy, sweetie, I know we were focusing on you just now, but would you mind too much if Dawn joined us? She is your sister, after all.”

Buffy huffed a sigh. “Fine. If she stops whining about it—“

“Buffy!” Joyce chided. She looked over at Dawn, who gave a humph. “And Dawnie, since Buffy hasn’t come yet, would you help me with that before we do anything else?”

Dawn pouted. “Don’t you wanna… eat me or finger me or cram my ass or something?”

“Of course I do, sweetie. But you said you wanted to join in, so first you help me fuck your sister, then we’ll do something for you. Okay?” They didn’t answer. Joyce repeated herself in a firmer tone. “Okay?”

“Yes mom.” “Yes mom.”

“Alright,” Joyce nodded. Under her breath, she added “No one’s eaten my pussy, I don’t see anyone complaining about that… Dawn, would you get behind Buffy?”

“Yeah,” Dawn agreed, petulance giving way to a happiness at being included. She grabbed a chair from Buffy’s desk and dragged it behind Buffy, sitting down. “Your ass looks really nice, sis.”

“Buffy?” Joyce prompted.

“Thanks,” Buffy said. “I like your hair.”

“You girls are going to be the death of me,” Joyce sighed, shaking her head. “Dawn, since Buffy’s ass looks so nice to you, how about eating it?”

“Eating it?”

“You know—fucking her ass with your tongue?” Joyce explained, slightly teasing.

“Oh yeah. Of course. I knew that!”

“Yeah,” Buffy moaned, kneeling on the edge of the bed, facing Joyce while wiggling her ass at her sister. “Both of you fuck me…”

Joyce smiled at the idea. “Such good girls I have,” she said as she roamed Buffy’s young body with her hands.

As Joyce pawed Buffy's tits and sucked on the pink swollen nipples, Dawn brought her mouth to Buffy’s ass. She spread the cheeks wide and leered at her crack. Flicking out her tongue, she slithered it up through the ass crack, teasing at Buffy’s tiny anus.

"Ooooo," Buffy swooned. "This was a great idea." She rolled her hips and combed her fingers through her mother's hair. "Suck hard, Mom."

Joyce gobbled on her daughter's nipple. She kneaded the firm, inviting breast with her hand then chewed on the hard bullet tip. Her free hand dropped down Buffy's body. She kneaded the soft flesh of her inner thighs as she worked her way toward the gash of her pussy.

"Oooooo," Buffy moaned as she rolled her hips. "Ummmmmmm, tongue me, Dawn. Tongue-fuck me!" Her legs trembled. "Bite, Mom!" She crushed her mother's mouth to her sensitive teat. "Ahhhhhhh!"

Joyce chewed and sucked on her daughter's breasts. She reached her pussy and began massaging the salivating folds of her moist cunt. She moaned as she whipped her tongue over Buffy's nipple.

Dawn plunged her tongue into Buffy's ass and teased at the walls of her narrow rectum. She rubbed her buttocks, keeping them parted as she tongued and sucked on Buffy's asshole.

"This is terrific," Buffy panted as she rocked between them. "Get me off so we can fuck Dawnie."

Joyce pulled her mouth off Buffy's nipple. "Don’t cream on the sheets. I just changed them for you," she gasped as she fucked her fingers into her pussy.

"Ahhhhh!" Buffy wailed as she worked her hips frantically. "You too, Dawn. Finger-fuck my asshole."

Dawn yanked her mouth away from Buffy's ass. The girl's asshole was soaked with her spit. She jabbed a finger in deep. "Is this what you want?"

"Yesssss!" Buffy squealed as she rotated her hips. "Ooooo, I love it!" She grabbed her mother's tits and began twisting their flesh in her hands. "Ummmmm, God!"

Joyce gouged her daughter's pulsing cunt with her fingers. She jabbed hard, Buffy’s arousal flowing into the palm of her hand each time her fingers swished into her pussy. "You're a tight little baby," she moaned.

"Not too tight for you," Buffy rasped as she humped her hips into her family’s fucking

"Her ass is tight, too," Dawn sighed as she jabbed another finger into Buffy’s narrow hole. "Gawd."

"You like having your asshole fingered?" Joyce whispered hotly as she teased the satiny folds of Buffy’s pussy with her fingernail.

"Yessssss!" Buffy hissed. "It feels kind of funny but good. So good!" She shoved back at Dawn's jabbing fingers. "Get more in, Dawn. Really stretch it."

Dawn obliged her big sis. She plunged the rest of her fingers into her asshole and Buffy squealed. "Jeez," Dawn mumbled as she twisted her fingers and stretched her anus. "You really like it?"

"I love it," Buffy panted. She jerked back, her hands still pulling and twisting her mother's tits.

"Let's really stretch her," Joyce said as she tried jamming more fingers up Buffy's cunt. She pressed her fingers against the thin walls that separated her two orifices and felt Dawn's jabbing fingers. "Damn."

"Jesus Christ," Buffy sighed as her knees buckled. She leaned against her mother, humping and rocking her hips. "Unnnnnn." Her head snapped back and her eyes went wide. "I think I'm gonna cum, Mom. Finger me harder!"

"You like having your asshole finger-fucked, huh?" Joyce sighed as she ripped her fingers into her firstborn's pussy.

"Yeahhhh," Buffy squawked as she bucked between them. "It's great!"

"Let's get her off," Joyce said as she began fucking her fingers in and out of Buffy's ready-to-explode pussy.

Dawn stabbed her fingers hard, anxious to receive the same treatment that had Buffy moaning and groaning so sensuously. She brought her mouth to one jiggling ass cheek and began chewing as she furiously fucked Buffy's asshole with her fingers.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Buffy gasped, slamming her ass against Dawn’s face. Her tongue wiggled up inside Buffy and Dawn wondered—was it true? Was this the first time she’d ever eaten a pussy? She seemed to be good at it. And it was very good to her…

"Ahhhh!" Buffy screamed as they finger-fucked her pussy and ass. "Ooooo, I'm there! I'm gonna cum!"

Joyce plastered her mouth to one bouncing tit and sucked hard as she fucked her fingers into Buffy's pussy. She chewed and jabbed, bringing her daughter quickly to the peak.

"I'm cumming!" Buffy shouted as her cunt exploded. "I'm cumming!" She held onto her mother as her knees went weak. "Oooo, Mommy!"

Hot frothy honey gushed from her cunt and squished in the palm of her mother's hand. She jerked back, her asshole gobbling on Dawn's fingers as another orgasm whipped through her stuffed cunt. "Ooooo... I'm gonna fall!" She swayed, the room spinning as they destroyed her holes with their plunging fingers.

Hot sucking mouths and jabbing fingers kept Buffy creaming as she bucked and swayed between them. Her head snapped back and forth, her blonde hair slashing across her face. Having both cunt and ass ravaged at the same time was fantastic, and she came again and again.

Joyce jabbed hard, her fingers ripping into her daughter's pussy. She sucked her tit and chewed the nipple.

Dawn fucked Buffy’s asshole with her twisting fingers. She gnawed on her hips and jiggling ass.

Buffy swooned, screamed and went into contortions. "Mom!" She bucked hard, her legs giving out. "Ahhhh!"

She collapsed, fucked into contentment, if not exhaustion. She giggled, a little awestruck, a little drunk, and Joyce and Dawn cuddled on all sides of her, hugging and stroking her as if to share the high she was coming down from.

“So how’s it compare, anyway?” Dawn asked at last. “To the real thing?”

Joyce reached around Buffy and ruffled Dawn’s hair. “Boys… they have one big advantage. Staying power. But they don’t know a woman like a woman does. They’re frustrating to any woman who really wants it because they don’t know how to give it to her. That’s the difference between a boy and a man. A man knows how to make her sob and shake and moan.”

Buffy smiled absently. “Yeah…”

Dawn could feel a shudder go through her sister’s body that told her she’d found a man.

And as for her? It was hard for her to believe that anything could be better than this, male or female. Maybe Willow… or Xander. But as Dawn licked her lips of Buffy’s sweat, she somehow knew that the very next chance she got, she would be doing this again. And maybe not keep it in the family this time. Maybe she’d just see a girl she liked and take her to some secluded place where she could get her mouth on a sweet little pussy in peace. And she’d eat and she’d eat and she’d eat…