Buffy awoke to find herself snuggling with Xander on the old green naugahyde sofa shoved off to the side of their training room. Her link to Faith had faded again, but she could still feel her a bit, and wasn’t the least bit surprised, when she looked around, to see her snuggling with Anya beside them. Faith was dressed now in a duplicate of the outfit that Buffy had worn from home, except hers was in black, and navy blue, instead of white, and tan. Buffy was dressed again too, and feeling dry, and clean. She looked up at Xander, and smiled happily at him. “You do this?” she asked, unnecessarily.
“Yep,” said Xander. “Wanted us to be able to get moving, as quickly as possible, once you felt up to it. So, how are you feeling?”
“Wonderful!” said Buffy, she shifted herself a bit, feeling a lingering sting from her butt. “My rump’s still a bit tender, but it’s a good hurt.”
“Mine too,” said Faith.
“How long were we out?” asked Buffy.
“Just a couple of minutes,” said Xander. “So, are you guys ready to be on our way? We still have to get home, and get ready to go have dinner with your mom.”
“Yes, Xander,” said Buffy and Faith together, but neither of them moved. Buffy was enjoying her cuddle much too much to break it off before he told her to.
“Okay, Slayers, on your feet!” ordered Xander.
“Yes, Sir!” They both hopped to their feet, and stood in front of the couch.
“Before we go, there’s one more thing you both need,” said Xander.
There was a flash behind her, and Buffy felt a sudden weight appear at the back of her collar. She reached back and felt that the gold links of her leash had reappeared. She felt her nipples constrict at the thought of Xander parading her on her leash, out of the shop, past all its customers. “Thank you, Xander!” she and Faith said together.
“Are you still doing that mind meld thing?” asked Anya.
“A little bit,” said Faith. “It’s not nearly as strong as it was during our spanking, but we’re still feeling each other.”
Xander took hold of the ends of their leashes, and gave them a quick flip, making Buffy’s choker tug at her throat for a moment. “Let’s be on our way. We’ve got lots still to do, and not much time to do it in, and girls, you’re staying on your leashes until we get to Buffy’s house.”
“Yes, Xander!” they both said happily, and strutted toward the exit back to the shop, with Xander and Anya following.
Buffy was a little disappointed that the only people in the shop who got to see her on her leash were Giles, Willow, and Tara. Giles was trying his best to ignore how they were dressed, and that their leashes were back. Tara smiled shyly when she saw them. Her eyes flicked over both her, and Faith’s bodies, before she looked away, blushing. Willow took one look at them all, and frowned. Buffy felt bad that she was still having problems accepting Xander’s Reward, and Faith.
“Willow! Hey! When did you get here?” asked Xander.
“Not long ago,” said Willow. “About the same time that Buffy and Faith shouted ‘Thirty!’ What was that about, anyway?”
Buffy and Faith exchanged a look, before smiling brightly, and turning back to Willow, and speaking together. “That’s how many spanks they gave us!”
“Spanks!” squeaked Willow. “You’re letting them spank you now? Giles, we’ve got to do something to stop this!”
Giles removed his glasses, and started polishing their lenses. “Now, Willow, it may be unorthodox, but many people do enjoy such things, as part of their sexual play. I’m sure that Xander isn’t doing anything that Buffy and Faith don’t want him to do.”
“Yes,” said Anya. “Xander and I tried spanking, before the Reward started, and we found it very enjoyable. Maybe you should try it. Tara might enjoy spanking your bottom.”
Tara turned red. It seemed to Buffy that Tara liked the thought of spanking Willow’s bottom.
Willow wasn’t allowing herself to be distracted by Anya. “How can you let them do that to you, Buffy?”
“You’re not listening, Will. One of the first orders Xander gave us was that, if we weren’t enjoying ourselves, we could stop it,” said Buffy. “He didn’t have to. We trust him to know how far he can go. If anything, he’s holding back. I know that I speak for both of us, when I say that we would both like it, a lot, if he let himself get even more extreme.”
“That’s because you’ve been brainwashed!”
“Willow, I know there are aspects of this that you’re uncomfortable with,” said Xander. “Hell, I’m not comfortable with a lot of the same aspects, but one thing I’m learning, is that if we don’t take control of this magic, it will run away with itself, and that will be even worse.”
Buffy bit her lip, and kept herself from saying anything. She wished that Xander could get over the last of his reservations about the Reward, and just go with it. She liked that he worried about how everything he did affected her and Faith—that was part of his job—but she thought that he worried a little too much. The little three note tune that Faith hummed told Buffy that she was thinking similar thoughts, so she reached out, and gave her a hug. “Don’t worry,” she said softly. “Xander will work it out.”
“And another thing!” said Willow. “Why’s everybody hugging Faith, when she hums that silly little tune?”
“What silly little tune?” asked Faith.
“Never mind,” said Xander. “Willow, I’d love to stick around, and argue this with you some more, but we’ve got to be going. Giles, we’ll see you later at Buffy’s house. Come on, girls, let’s go!”
“Bye guys!” said Buffy. “Willow, and Tara, lunch tomorrow, at the Eatery. See you there!”
“Bye Buffy!” said Tara.
Faith paused beside Tara, and leaned close to her. “You really should take Red home, and give her a good spanking,” she whispered so softly that Tara and Buffy were the only ones who could hear her. “Might help her attitude a bit.”
Tara blushed even redder than she had earlier.
Buffy and Faith led Xander and Anya into their apartment. He directed them to the centre of the living room floor, where he and Anya dropped their ends of Buffy and Faith’s leashes. He went over to the CD player, and selected a disc of dance music that he knew Buffy liked, and started it playing. He turned back to them.
“Buffy, Faith, I want you to undress each other, while you’re dancing together.” He settled down with Anya on the couch, to enjoy the show. “You can keep your shoes on.”
The music that Xander selected reminded Buffy of that time in the Bronze, dancing with Faith after they’d cleaned out a nest of vampires together. The one time, before the Reward, when Buffy had found herself attracted to a girl, and now Buffy was dancing with Faith, the way she had that night. This time, when their hands brushed over each other’s bodies, she felt a nearly electric tingle. This time instead of just suggestive touches, they took hold of each other’s tube tops, pulled them up over each other’s heads, and then let them slither down along their leashes to the floor. They moved together, dancing to the beat, rubbing their tits and nipple rings together, while kissing each other, and fingers undid each other’s pants.
Buffy turned them around, so that Xander and Anya would have a good view of her ass. “Take off my pants, Pet,” she whispered to Faith, took hold of her hair, and pushed her down. Buffy’s hips rolled with the music as Faith peeled the skin tight pants down Buffy’s legs. It was only their superior balance and reflexes as Slayers, and their lingering connection, that allowed them to coordinate their movements so that it seemed like Buffy effortlessly stepped out of her pants while never losing the beat of their dance. Buffy pulled Faith back up for another searing kiss, while they slowly turned to present Faith’s ass to their audience, and then Buffy went down to remove Faith’s pants. She considered going down on Faith, for real, right there in front of Xander and Anya, but she refrained. Xander had told them to dance, not to have sex.
Of course, dancing done right, was vertical sex, so she did kiss, and lick her way back up along Faith’s body. Buffy took hold of the chain between Faith’s breasts, pulled her close for another kiss, and pressed herself completely against Faith’s body. This time she pressed her thigh in between Faith’s legs, and pressed Faith down onto it, while she pressed her own pussy down onto Faith’s thigh.
So far, the Slayers had been doing their dance without once becoming entangled or tripped by their leashes, but now Buffy wanted the entanglement. She slowly spun herself and Faith around, while they ground against each other to the beat, making their leashes spiral around their bodies, tying them together.
The song came to an end, and was replaced by another, with a slower, more relaxed beat. Buffy kept grinding herself against Faith, and kissing her, until she felt Xander’s and Anya’s arms come around them. She pulled her mouth away from Faith’s, to kiss Anya, while Xander was kissing Faith. After a long, slow, deep kiss with Anya, they traded partners, so she could kiss Xander, and Faith could kiss Anya.
Xander pulled back from the kiss and their embrace, and made a slow, spinning gesture with his hand. “Why don’t you and Faith disentangle yourselves, and then you can undress us.”
“Yes, Xander,” said Buffy and Faith together, and they reversed the spin that had wrapped their leashes around them. They both started slowly dancing around Anya and Xander. Again, Buffy was reminded of an earlier dance. Like this one, it had been intended to tease and arouse Xander, but this time, instead of taunting him with something that he couldn’t have, her dance was meant as a reminder of what was already his, and a promise of more to come.
It took longer to get Xander and Anya naked, both because they were both wearing more clothes than Buffy and Faith had started out with, and because they lacked the Slayers’ coordination. The Slayers also divided their time between Xander, Anya, and dancing with each other. Buffy could tell, from the hungry look in Xander’s eyes, that he enjoyed watching her with Faith, just as much as Buffy enjoyed being with her.
Everyone was naked by the time the song was done, and Xander gathered them all together into another four way hug, and kiss. When Xander released them, and stepped back away from them again, he had a grin on his face that Buffy had come to recognize. He had something in mind that he expected them all to enjoy.
It started with a flash of light, and Buffy and Faith’s breaths both caught when they saw what he was now holding: a double ended, strap-on dildo. His gaze shifted back and forth between her and Faith, and Buffy could hear him saying “eeny, meeny, miny, moe” under his breath. His gaze settled on Faith, and Buffy felt a brief flare of disappointment. She’d been imagining herself using that dildo on Faith, and Anya, but it seemed that Xander had something else in mind. Still, it would be great having Faith fuck her with it, too.
“Faith, take this, and put it on Anya.”
Buffy felt another rush of excitement. Being fucked by her Mistress with that dildo would be even better! She could tell that Faith felt the same way.
Faith danced forward to take the strap-on from Xander. “Yes, Sir!” She spun back toward Anya, and dropped to her knees at Anya’s feet, bowing before her Mistress, holding the harness out, just above the floor. “Mistress, would you care to step into this?”
“Yes, I would. Thank you, Faith.” Anya stepped into the harness, and Faith quickly pulled it up her legs. Faith straightened her back, still staying on her knees, as she brought Anya’s end of the dildo up against her pussy. Anya spread her legs a bit, and moaned, as Faith slowly pushed it into her. Anya moaned again as Faith gave the dildo a twist, and a wiggle to make sure that it was properly seated within her.
“Hurry up, Faith,” said Xander. “The sooner you’re finished, the sooner you’re going to be feeling that in your pussy.”
“Yes, Xander!” Faith settled the straps around Anya’s hips, and hopped back to her feet. “All done!”
“Very good.” Xander took hold of their leashes. “Now, I want you and Buffy standing behind the couch.”
“Yes, Xander!” They both moved quickly, and stood behind the sofa.
“Now, bend over.”
Buffy leaned over the back of the couch. The light flashed, and her legs were spread far apart by a bar linked between the padded cuffs that had appeared around her ankles. Her wrists were cuffed together, and pulled out in front of her by a chain bolted to the floor in front of the couch. She tried to move her feet, and found that they were firmly anchored to the floor too. She was bound in place—unable to move—with her ass in the air, presented to Xander and Anya. She could see Faith bound in the same position beside her.
Buffy felt Xander’s hand caressing her ass, which was still sore from the spanking he’d given her earlier. He moved on to sliding his fingers along her slit, which was nearly dripping. Her link with Faith was strengthening again, and through it, she could feel that Anya was doing much the same with her pussy.
Xander looked down on Buffy’s perfect ass as he ran his fingers over it. It was still pink from the spanking she’d had at the Magic Box. He moved his hand down, to slide a finger down her slit, to her clit. “Slayers,” he ordered. “You can come as often as you like, until we get to Buffy’s house.” He circled his finger around Buffy’s clit, making her gasp, and twitch. He looked aside, at Anya with Faith, and saw Anya bringing the head of her strap-on dildo to Faith’s pussy. Both Faith, and Buffy moaned as it slid into Faith.
Xander continued to rub at Buffy’s clit, while he watched Anya fuck Faith. He could tell that both of them were feeling what both he and Anya were doing. This strange connection that they were developing was something else that he’d have to talk to Giles about. While it seemed to peak during sex, he had to wonder how it would affect the other things that they did. Would it be an aid, or a hinderance, if they could do the same thing while fighting? Would it allow them to better coordinate their attacks, or would it only serve as a distraction? Enough of these thoughts! he told himself. He had Buffy’s sopping wet pussy right there in front of him, and she was quietly begging for him to fuck her. He had never been able to deny Buffy anything that she wanted. He slid his cock into her.
He felt Buffy’s pussy squeezing down around him. He felt like he fit perfectly inside her, just as he did with Faith. Both of their pussies were a perfect fit for his cock, and yet they were both different. He couldn’t quantify it, but he knew. He fit perfectly into Buffy, and Faith, but he was sure that if he was ever in a position where he couldn’t see, hear, smell, or taste them, and the only contact between them was their pussy, around his cock, he’d be able to tell if it was Buffy, or Faith, or Anya. Anya didn’t have a Slayer’s strength, to squeeze her inner muscles around him, but she did have a year of dedicated practice. Each of his girls felt different, and each of them felt perfect, in her own unique way.
And now his cock was buried deep in Buffy’s perfect pussy. He started to move his hips, pumping himself into her, feeling her squeezing so tight around him that it almost felt like he wouldn’t be able to pull out of her, if he wanted to. His motion synchronized with Anya’s, and the dance beat of another song from the CD player. Anya had taught him how to keep this up for a long time, if he wanted to, but they didn’t have time for that, this afternoon. He pumped his hips harder, slamming himself into Buffy’s snatch, until he felt her coming, and heard both Buffy and Faith crying out. He let himself come too, spasming as he shot his load into Buffy’s pussy.
Xander pulled his deflating cock from Buffy’s cunt, and knelt down to lick her. She tasted delicious, her pussy juices mingling with his jizz. He glanced up, and aside at Anya, who was still fucking Faith. He could tell from looking at her that she’d just come too, but her dildo didn’t lose any of it’s rigidity after she had, and she was enthusiastically pressing herself, Faith, and Buffy to their next climax. He used his tongue on Buffy’s Reward Ring, to push that along.
Once Buffy and Faith had come again, he stood up, moved himself behind Anya, and hugged her, while she kept fucking Faith. His re-hardened cock pressed against her backside.
“Do you want to fuck my ass, while I keep doing Faith?” asked Anya.
“As wonderful as that sounds,” said Xander, “I think we’ll save it for another time. Right now, I think Buffy wants you to fuck her ass with that dildo of yours.”
“Oh yes, Xander!” cried Buffy. “Please Anya! Please fuck my ass!”
Anya pulled her dildo out of Faith, and stepped across to stand behind Buffy. Xander stepped up behind Faith. He rubbed his hands over her butt. “Do you want your ass fucked, too, Faith?” He rubbed the tip of his cock, still slick from Buffy’s juices, against her rosebud.
“Yes, Xander. Fuck me!” moaned Faith. “Fuck my ass!”
“Anything my girls want,” said Xander, and slowly pressed himself into her.
Anya was doing the same with Buffy, and both of them let out an ululating cry of pleasure—one that Xander thought might overcome the soundproofing of his apartment. The light flashed, and both Faith and Buffy were wearing gags over their mouths.
Xander found it hard to believe that there could be something tighter than a Slayer pussy around his cock, but there was. A Slayer’s ass clenched around him even harder than her pussy. Faith’s grunts into her gag mixed with Buffy’s higher pitched whimpers, in a sort of harmony. It wasn’t long before Xander was ready to come again. Faith’s sphincter around his cock was almost too tight to let him.
Xander bent over Faith’s back, reached around to her tits, grabbed hold of her rings, and twisted. Faith came as he did. His hips spasmed, driving his cock deeper into her ass, before his post orgasmic torpor overtook him, and he went limp. He lay there across Faith’s back for a few seconds, just holding her, feeling her subsiding shudders.
Xander lightly kissed Faith’s shoulders, and glanced over at Anya and Buffy. They seemed to be enjoying a similar moment of post-orgasmic bliss. “What do you say, we move this to the shower?” he asked. “It’s time we started getting cleaned up, before we head over to Joyce’s.”
“Alright,” said Anya, “But I want to have a turn with your penis too.”
“In the shower,” promised Xander. He lifted himself up off Faith while Anya got off Buffy. He paused for a moment to just admire their two perfect rear ends, and the way they were stretched out over the back of the sofa. He gave each of their bottoms a playful slap. “Alright you two. On your feet!” The light flashed, and all of Buffy and Faith’s restraints vanished. The loss of their feet’s anchors caused them both to tip forward, which both Slayers turned into graceful rolls that brought them to their feet in front of the couch. Xander collected the ends of their leashes, and took them both into the bathroom, with Anya following along behind.
Xander started out their shower by ordering Faith and Buffy to clean his cock. At first, Faith was a little worried, thinking that he wanted them to use their mouths, and considering where it had just been, that wasn’t really something she wanted to do. It seemed that there were a few kinks that neither she, nor Buffy shared. She was relieved when she saw Xander offering a bar of soap to them. They both knelt down in front of him, and rubbed their soapy hands all around, and over his cock and balls. She smiled when it came erect again in their hands, but remembered what Xander had promised Anya. This one would be for her.
Xander ordered them back to their feet, and told them to wash Anya. The shower was so crowded, with the four of them all in it, that the best way to accomplish that was to simply rub their soapy bodies against hers, reserving the use of hands for some of her harder to reach crevasses. Anya considered this to be a very efficient use of their time, since it also cleaned Faith and Buffy. Xander mostly stayed as far back as he could in the confined space, just watching them all, with his goofy smile on his face.
When Anya decided she was clean enough, she ordered Buffy and Faith to do the same for Xander, and this time she joined in. She took Xander’s front, leaving Buffy and Faith to split his sides and back, sliding their slippery bodies over his, spinning themselves around and rubbing their backs against him, and sliding themselves up and down his body.
After a few minutes of that, Xander ordered Faith and Buffy to rinse themselves off, and get out of the shower. “I want you on your knees, on the floor,” he told them. “You can play with all of your rings, while you watch me make love to Anya.”
Buffy and Faith both smiled at that order, promptly left the shower, and knelt side by side on the bathroom floor, so close together that Faith could feel her shoulder, hip, and thigh pressed against Buffy’s. Faith watched as Xander kissed Anya deeply. She watched his hands move across Anya’s breasts, and she slid her hands over her own, and pulled at her nipple rings. One of Xander’s hands started to slide down across Anya’s stomach, toward her pussy, and Faith was surprised to feel Buffy’s hand doing the same on her stomach. She tore her eyes away from Xander and Anya, to look at the Slayer beside her. Buffy smiled back at her. “He didn’t say we had to play with our own rings,” she said quietly, and her fingers pressed against her Reward Ring. Faith moaned in pleasure.
Faith glanced back at Xander, and saw that he was looking toward her now, while his fingers plunged into Anya’s pussy. She started to reach toward Buffy’s Reward Ring, and saw him nod at her, before he turned all of his attention back to Anya. Faith’s fingers found Buffy’s ring, and pushed against it, as Buffy pressed down on Faith’s again. Their fingers started to move together, both of them keeping the same rhythm as Xander’s fingers into Anya’s pussy. Faith moaned out her orgasm, while Buffy screamed beside her.
Xander’s mouth was moving down Anya’s body now. Faith watched him kiss her breasts, and suck first one, and then the other nipple into his mouth. He kept moving down, kissing and licking at her belly button, and then farther down, across her mound, to press himself between her legs, and lick at Anya’s clit while his fingers continued to work her pussy.
Faith felt Buffy’s fingers leave her Reward Ring for a moment, but then she felt the chain linking all her rings start to tug. She looked away from Xander, down at herself, just in time to see Buffy’s fingers, with her chain wrapped around them, sink into her cunt. The penetration, linked with the exquisite pain of her chain pulling on her rings, nearly made her come again. Faith wrapped her fingers around Buffy’s chain, and pressed them into her pussy.
Faith finger fucked Buffy’s pussy, while Buffy did hers, and they watched Xander do Anya. Their fingers moved in time with his. When Anya came, so did they.
Faith watched Xander as he kissed his way back up Anya’s body. He once again worshiped her breasts with his lips, and tongue before going on to kiss her mouth. She watched him as he crouched slightly, took hold of Anya’s thighs, and lifted her. She watched Xander press Anya against the shower wall, Anya wrap her legs around Xander’s waist, and Xander press his cock into Anya’s pussy in one long, powerful stroke.
Xander’s muscles rippled under Anya’s hands on his back. His thighs and buttocks pulsed as he made love to her. Faith inserted all four of her fingers into Buffy’s pussy, and the heel of her hand pressed down on Buffy’s Reward Ring. Buffy was doing the same for her. The tugs of her chain on her nipple rings weren’t enough, so Faith pinched and tugged at her nipples with her free hand, pushing herself toward a new orgasm. Anya was coming again, but Xander continued to drive his hard shaft into her pussy.
“God yes, Xander!” cried Anya. “Fuck me hard! Like that! Make me come!”
Faith and Buffy started to urge Xander on, too. “Fuck her, Xander! Fuck her pussy! Make her come!”
Anya started to come again, and this time Xander groaned and his hips spasmed into her as he came too. Faith felt Buffy’s fingers plunging deep into her pussy, as she pressed her own as far into Buffy as she could. She pinched and squeezed at her nipple, feeling the exquisite pain that caused. Her body was wracked by an intense orgasm.
When Faith came back down from her climax, she was aware of Buffy’s slack fingers, still in her pussy, Buffy panting beside her, and Xander and Anya gently kissing each other in the shower. Faith watched them, while she removed her own hand from Buffy’s snatch, and lifted her fingers to her mouth to lick them clean. She had to agree with Xander’s assessment: Buffy’s pussy juice did taste better than ice-cream.
Xander finally pulled his mouth away from Anya’s, but he kept holding her. He turned to Buffy and Faith. “I think you two need a quick rinse, and then you can dry me and your mistress off, and dress us for our evening with Buffy’s mom.”
Buffy and Faith took Xander and Anya’s places in the shower, and quickly rinsed the sweat from their bodies, and used their hands to lightly wash each other’s pussies, but they didn’t linger. They were done in under a minute, and came back out to dry off Xander and Anya. They didn’t dry themselves off, because Xander didn’t tell them to, but they had at least stopped dripping by the time they had Xander and Anya dried, and Xander took their leashes, and led them to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, Xander ordered Buffy to fix Anya’s hair, and makeup, and to dress her, while he had Faith brush his hair, and dress him. Faith was finished getting Xander ready, while Buffy was still working on Anya’s makeup. She understood why Buffy had gotten that job, instead of her. Faith had never really learned much about how makeup was done. Other than the basics of a little lipstick and mascara that she’d figured out mostly by trial and error (mostly error) she had never used much. Maybe she’d ask Buffy for lessons, some time.
Anya had Faith get the clothes that she wanted to wear out of the closet, while Buffy added the finishing touches to her makeup. Then she and Buffy both dressed Anya. When they were done, Xander ordered her and Buffy to stand side by side, while he considered them. They were both still naked, dressed in only their collars, rings, and chains. Their damp hair hung limply around their shoulders.
The light flashed, and their hair was dry. Faith’s fell in loose, dark waves around her shoulders, and Buffy’s was pulled back into a pony tail, held in place by a pair of long, thin wooden stakes. The light flashed again, and both girls were dressed. Faith in black denim jeans, and a dark green t-shirt. Buffy was wearing faded blue jeans, and a tan peasant blouse. Faith’s shirt was tight enough that it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra under it, and also that her nipple rings were gone. Xander knew that the same was true for Buffy. Both girls were wearing strappy sandals, with two inch heels. Faith’s were black, and Buffy’s were cream coloured.
Xander gave them a good look-over. They both looked wonderful. “So, are we missing anything, before we go to Buffy’s house?”
Buffy, Anya and Faith all gave each other, and Xander, appraising looks. “Nope.” “Uh-uh.” “We’re good,” they said together.
“Alright! Anya, take Buffy’s leash, I’ve got Faith’s, and it’s off to Buffy’s we go!”
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