Xander and Faith delivered Dawn back home to her mother and Buffy, who came running up the street from the opposite direction as they came up onto the house’s front porch. Joyce enveloped Dawn in a hug. “Oh, honey! You shouldn’t run off like that!”
“I’m sorry, Mom. I just needed some time to think.”
“I know what’s happened is a lot to take in, but it’s much too dangerous for you to go running around alone at night.”
“Especially now,” said Buffy, giving Dawn her own hug, “with those Knights of Bismuth prowling around, and that Beast who beat up that monk looking for the Key. It’s best for you to stay in at night.”
“I think you guys need some family time, with just the three of you, so Faith and I will be on our way.” Xander gave Buffy a goodbye hug, and a kiss. “We’ll see you all tomorrow at our place, for our painting party.”
“Alright, Xander.” Joyce showed him and Faith to the door. “And thank you for bringing Dawn back home.”
“Anytime, Mrs S,” said Faith.
Joyce led Buffy and Dawn into the living room. “Why don’t we all play a game? Until it’s time to go to bed.”
“Sure!” said Buffy. “I’ll even let Dawn pick the game.”
Dawn wasn’t really in a game mood, but she let her mother and sister talk her into it, and went down to the basement to get their old Trivial Pursuit game box. It was a game that the three of them were pretty well matched in playing. Their mother did well in the Art & and Literature, and History categories. Buffy was good in the Entertainment, and Sports & Leisure categories, and Dawn ruled in Science & Nature, and Geography. After three rounds each of them had won one game, so they elected to stay up a little later for a final tie breaker round that Dawn came out ahead in. She suspected that her mom and Buffy might have thrown the last game, with both of them flubbing the answers for a couple of questions that Dawn thought were pretty easy, but she still danced her victory dance when she won.
Buffy bunked in with Dawn that night, since Dawn’s old bed was now in Buffy’s room in Xander’s new apartment. After saying good night to their mother and closing the door, Buffy flicked aside the sheet, uncovering the dildo that Dawn had left there earlier, and also revealing that there was a little bit of blood on the sheets.
Buffy gave her sister a bit of a sly grin. “Why don’t you take that with you to the bathroom, and clean it properly, while I take care of changing the sheets?”
Dawn blushed in embarrassment, and snatched up the dildo. “Alright.” She wrapped the dildo in her pyjamas, and left the room.
Buffy stripped the sheets from the bed and tossed them into Dawn’s laundry hamper, then went to the linen closet to get fresh ones. She was mostly done remaking the bed when Dawn came back into her room, now wearing her pyjamas, and with the cleaned dildo wrapped in a towel.
Buffy hadn’t brought any sort of night-clothes with her — and it had been some time since she’d worn any, anyway — so Dawn supplied her with an oversized t-shirt to use as a nightshirt. She stripped directly out of her clothes in front of her sister, and put it on, without any hint of modesty. She was getting used to being naked most of the time when she was at home, and Dawn was family. Dawn had also seen her mostly naked the other day at the apartment, and she had spied on her and Faith making love in the back yard that one time a couple of weeks ago.
Buffy let Dawn get into the bed first, before she turned out the light, and joined her. They lay side by side in the bed facing each other in the dark. “So … was tonight was the first time you used the dildo Anya gave you?” she asked quietly.
Even in the darkness, Buffy’s Slayer eyesight could see Dawn blushing. “No!”
“Yeah, but tonight was the time you … uh … popped your cherry with it?”
“Yeah. I had been kinda slowly working my way up to going all the way. Taking it slow, so it didn’t hurt, until tonight.”
“And did it hurt?” asked Buffy.
“A little, at first, but then it mostly just felt really good.”
“I’m glad,” said Buffy.
“You are?”
“Sure,” said Buffy. “I want you to feel good.”
“Buffy?”
“Hmm?”
“How, um, accurate is it?”
“Depends on what you mean,” said Buffy. “Size, shape, texture, it’s almost a perfect copy of Xander’s cock … especially if you heat it up, first. His cock doesn’t have the built in vibrator, though, nor is it blue.”
“But, the, uh, feel of it?”
“With the vibrator off, the physical sensation of having that dildo inside your pussy is pretty close to the real thing … if you heat it up first. I suggest a good soak in warm water for that. Actually having sex with a guy … it depends on the guy, and how you feel about him, and how he feels about you, and just what you both want out of the sex. A good dildo can give you a better time than bad sex with the wrong guy. Good sex with the right guy, on the other hand, is in an entirely different league.”
“And what league is Xander in?”
“He’s on the all star team of the Intergalactic League.”
“Do you think he’ll ever be willing to have sex with me?”
Buffy’s first inclination was to say “Hell no!” or something to that effect, but she didn’t. She considered her response carefully, before she gave it.
“Not before you’re eighteen,” she said, eventually.
“What about after I’m eighteen?”
“If you still want to have sex with him then, you’ll have to ask him … then. It would probably be a good idea to run it past Anya, first, though. If she’s not onboard with the idea, I don’t think it’s going to happen.”
“What about you and Faith?”
“If you want it, and Xander wants it, we’ll want it for you, too.”
The morning sun shining through the window woke Dawn. She was surprised by how well she had slept, after the turmoil of last night’s revelation. She and Buffy were no longer lying face to face. At some time during the night Dawn had rolled over, and now Buffy was spooned up behind her, with a protective arm over Dawn’s waist. Dawn felt warm, safe, protected, and loved. She also felt that she needed to go pee. She extracted herself from under Buffy’s arm, and left her bedroom to go to the bathroom.
When Dawn returned to her room, Buffy was still asleep, but she wasn’t lying still in the bed, anymore. One hand was between her legs, rubbing at her pussy, while the other was up under her shirt holding a breast, while she writhed and moaned in the bed. “Hmm, yes, Xander … Like that … Fuck me hard! … Oh yes! Like that! … Pinch me! … Let me lick you, Mistress … Oh, you taste so good…”
Dawn felt herself moistening as she watched Buffy masturbate on her bed, and wondered if her sister was dreaming, or if this was from her weird link with Faith, and it was Faith who was making love with Xander and Anya, right now. She could imagine Faith on her knees, with her face between Anya’s legs, while Xander fucked her from behind. She quickly reached for her dildo, and returned to the bathroom. Buffy’s comments the night before about soaking it in warm water indicated that it was waterproof. She could try it out in the bath.
The apartment had changed a lot since Dawn’s last visit. Where there had been bare studs with exposed wiring and plumbing, most of the walls were now covered by smooth, unpainted, drywall. Instead of plywood, the floor was now covered with heavy paper.
Dawn and her mother were dressed in old t-shirts and blue-jeans. Dawn had her hair bundled up under an L.A. Dodgers baseball cap, and her mother’s hair was covered with a kerchief. Anya, Willow, Tara, Giles, and Xander were all dressed in similar outfits. Buffy had started out from home dressed similarly to Dawn, but as soon as they’d entered the apartment the Reward light had flashed, and now she was dressed matching Faith, in shorts that would make Daisy Duke blush, and t-shirts that had started out too small, and were now ripped off just below the level of their breasts. Their erect nipples, and the rings piercing them were plainly visible through the thin material.
Her mother took one look at Buffy and Faith, and then shot a disapproving look at Xander. He sighed, and shrugged. “I still don’t have full control over this. Sometimes things like this just happen.”
“You might want to work on that some more,” said her mother. She looked around the apartment. “This place is amazing, though. I don’t know how you can afford it.”
“Mostly because it was a real fixer-upper,” said Xander. “I think the previous tenants were some sort of demons, judging by the damage and some of the stains they left behind. And it’s owned by the company I work for. We got the place cheap, for a year, on the condition that we fix it up. I don’t think that they appreciated how quickly a couple of Slayers can work. Faith can drive nails faster with a hammer than anyone else I know can do it with a nail gun.”
“When I took the construction course in the joint, they only let us use hammers,” said Faith. “For some reason they didn’t want us using any tools that included ‘gun’ in their name.”
“I hope you aren’t displaying too much of your skill on your work sites,” said Giles. “The Slayer is still supposed to keep her identity a secret, after all.”
“Don’t worry, G,” said Faith. “I always take at least three whacks at any nail I’m driving when I’m on the job, and anyone’s around who might see.”
Xander gave the visitors who hadn’t been there before — everyone but Dawn — a quick tour of the place. The downstairs powder room by the front entrance wasn’t finished yet, nor was the area that would become the Slayers’ gym. The one wall that was still just bare studs was the one that separated it from the main living room. The studs in it were spaced twice as far apart as normal, and Xander explained that the wall wasn’t structural, and that the gaps would be filled by glass panels, when it was finished.
There was another, smaller, room that was set in the back corner of the gym that Xander didn’t show them inside. He said that it was going to be the locker room and shower for the gym, “But Buffy, Faith and Anya are using it for something else that they’re not not telling me about, yet. It’s supposed to be a birthday surprise for me.”
Dawn took the opportunity when the others were being led off to see the upstairs to take a peek inside. The room had a video camera on a tripod, and was painted entirely in green: the walls, floors, and ceiling were all exactly the same shade of green. She knew enough about special effects to wonder what sort of movie they were making in there, and what part the thing in the corner that looked like it was supposed to be some sort of droid from a Star Wars movie was supposed to play in it.
When Dawn caught up with the others, Willow, Tara, and Joyce were all cooing over the upstairs bathroom. Even Giles was making impressed noises about it. She put on her most innocent expression when she asked “Have you shown them your bedroom, yet?”
“No,” said her mother. “Xander seems to be reluctant to open that door. I wonder why?”
“Maybe it’s because of the pictures on the walls,” said Dawn.
“Pictures?” asked her mother.
“I think that they’re beautiful,” said Dawn, “but Xander might not want to share them with anyone else.”
“I didn’t give you permission to go snooping, either,” said Xander.
“It’s Buffy’s bedroom, too,” said Dawn. “It’s my sisterly duty to snoop.”
Her mother started toward the double doors of the master bedroom. “I think I better see anything that Dawn has seen.”
Buffy looked a bit nervous. “Ah, there’ve been a couple of additions, since the last time Dawn was here.”
“Really?” asked Dawn. “Then I want to see them, too.”
Her mother had reached the doors, and opened them. She went through, into the bedroom. “Oh, my!”
Everyone else had followed her. Dawn saw the two big X shaped crosses by the bed. “Those are new.”
No one else seemed to be paying much attention to the crosses. Her mother, and Willow and Tara were all looking at the pictures on the walls. Giles had taken his glasses off and was polishing them with his handkerchief, while seeming to be fascinated by the view out the big picture window.
“Um, well, they are very artistic,” said her mother.
“Ah, yes, they are,” said Willow. Tara nodded her agreement. They were both totally captivated by the pictures on the walls.
“Geez, wipe the drool off your chins,” said Dawn.
“Dawn!” said her mother.
“What?” asked Dawn. “Willow and Tara are obviously totally into those pictures! I want to hear about the crosses!”
Her mother grabbed her shoulders, turned her around, and pushed her out of the room. “You don’t need to know about things like that.”
The Adult Conspiracy took over, and everyone followed them out of the bedroom, and down the stairs. Xander put Dawn to work as his assistant taping over bits that weren’t to be painted, and removing the face plates from light switches and electrical sockets while the others handled the painting. Faith and Buffy put on drywaller’s stilts that let them easily reach the upper walls and ceiling, to paint the crown moulding with with the accent colour that all the room’s trim was getting, and cut in the colours being painted onto the walls and ceiling. With them up on their stilts, the undersides of their breasts were clearly visible to anyone looking up at them. Dawn was amused to note that Giles was quite assiduous about keeping his eyes on the walls he was painting, while Willow and Tara kept peeking when they didn’t think anyone was watching. Buffy and Faith were quite aware of the show they were putting on, and always seemed to be turned to give Willow and Tara the best viewing angles.
With all of them working together, the painting was done quickly. Once the last of it was complete, Xander pulled up the paper on the floor that had been protecting the newly laid hardwood from drips and splatters. He had Buffy and Faith carry the new table and chairs that he had made out of his workshop, into the dining area of the apartment.
The party moved out onto the the pool deck, while the worst of the fumes from the drying paint were wafted away by the late afternoon breeze. The Reward light flashed, putting Buffy and Faith into bikini swimsuits that had twice as much material in them as the suits they’d been wearing the last time Dawn was here. Even Anya appeared wearing a swimsuit that included a top. Dawn changed into the same swimsuit she’d brought last time, but with Giles and her mother there, she didn’t consider going topless even for an instant. Her mother’s swimsuit was something that Dawn felt was “mom appropriate.” It was a one piece maillot, but it showed that she still had a pretty good figure.
Dawn was surprised by just how good Giles looked, wearing just a pair of swim trunks. She didn’t want to think about how her mother also seemed to appreciate how good he looked. She only had to turn her head a bit to see Xander dressed in a similar fashion to distract herself, but she couldn’t help noticing that her mother was having the opposite reaction. She seemed to be using Giles to distract herself from how good Xander looked.
Giles was having a similar problem, magnified fivefold. He was surrounded by nubile, scantily clad, young women, all of whom he considered to be off limits, for one reason or another. He solved his dilema by focusing most of his attention on her mother.
Xander had a barbecue ready by the pool on which he cooked hamburgers, and hot dogs. Willow and Tara had brought a pasta salad with them; Joyce and Dawn had brought a freshly baked cake for dessert; Giles had brought a case of imported beer. Xander also had lots of soft drinks in his fridge for Dawn to choose from, but she snuck a sip from Buffy’s beer when no one was looking, to see what it tasted like. She nearly spat it back into the bottle, but went for an empty planter, instead. She couldn’t believe that old people liked drinking that stuff.
The day cooled off quickly after the sun set, so everyone changed out of their bathing suits after dinner. Buffy and Faith were still dressed in skin tight t-shirts, and jeans, but their skin was mostly covered. Xander had burned a CD with a mixture of MP3s of different styles of music: something for everyone. Some Blues, some Classic Rock, some Alternative, and some Pop. He even had a couple of old Dingos songs.
The party broke up after ten o’clock. Xander turned to Buffy and Faith, after the last of their guests had left. “That was very naughty of you Slayers, teasing Willow and Tara like that; showing off your beautiful bodies to them.”
The Slayers ducked their heads. “Yes Xander, we’re sorry.”
“Well, they aren’t here for you to apologize to, so I guess I’ll just have to see about punishing you myself.”
“Yes, Xander. Please punish us, for teasing Willow and Tara.”
“I guess, since you enjoyed yourselves so much showing off, you can go right on doing that.” The Reward light flashed. Buffy and Faith were now naked, with their elbows bound behind their backs. Each had a chain circling their waists, and then looping down, across their pussy slits, to join up with the cuffs on their wrists. “Buffy, I want you to do whatever Anya tells you to. Faith, you can get on your knees in front of me. Let’s see if you can get my pants off me, just using your teeth.”
“Yes, my Lord,” they said together, and Faith got down onto her knees in front of Xander. She leaned forward took hold of his belt with her teeth, and pulled. It took her a little time, but soon she had his pants off him, and he stood before her with his hard dick pointing out at her. She licked her lips as she looked at the little bead of liquid that was forming at the end of it.
“Do you want to taste me, Faith?”
She looked up at him. “Yes, my Lord.”
Xander gently ran his hand over the top and side of her head. “Then you may.”
Faith opened her mouth, and leaned forward eagerly, but Xander took hold of her hair, and held her back. “Just your tongue, until I say different.”
“Yes, Sir.” Faith wanted his whole cock in her mouth, but she had no choice but to obey him. She extended her tongue, and licked it over the tip of his cock, catching the drop of liquid there just before it could drip to the floor. He let her move her mouth in closer to him, but she still only used her tongue to lick around the head of his cock, and down his shaft.
The chain looping down between her legs dug deep into her slit whenever Faith tried to move her wrists. It was delightfully painful. Sometimes the large gold links pinched her as they slid against each other.
Giles pulled up to the curb in front of the Summers’ house. Dawn hopped out of the back seat, and nearly ran up the walk to the front door. Joyce opened her door, and got out much more slowly. “Thank you for the ride, Rupert. Would you like to come in for a nightcap?”
“I wouldn’t want to impose,” said Giles.
“No imposition,” said Joyce, “and there are a couple of things l’d like to discuss with you.”
“In that case, I’d be delighted,” said Giles.
Dawn had already gone upstairs to her room when they got into the house. Giles accompanied Joyce into the kitchen, where she poured both of them generous portions of scotch, his with a splash of water, and hers over ice. They took their drinks into the living room, and sat down on the sofa together.
Joyce swirled her drink around in its glass, listening to the tinkle of the ice, before she took a sip. Giles was content to wait for her to tell him what it was that she wanted to talk to him about.
“So, what do you think of this Reward, really?” she asked.
“There are aspects of it that I find troubling, but, by and large, it seems to be a positive thing,” said Giles.
“Even with the compulsion placed on Buffy and Faith, making them go along with it?”
“I was with them in the astral plane, where the compulsion was removed, and they both freely accepted everything that the Reward entailed,” said Giles. “They both stated, unequivocally, that they wished for it to continue.”
“Are you sure?”
“As sure as I can be,” said Giles. “How sure can any of us really be of anything. This whole thing with Dawn, for example.”
Joyce glanced up the stairs. “I’m sure that she’s my daughter, and that I love her. I don’t care where she came from.”
“The same is true for Buffy,” said Giles. “And it remained true in the astral plane, even with all the manufactured memories of her removed.”
They continued to talk about the Reward, and the changes that it had brought to Buffy’s life, as they sipped on their drinks, with only a brief interruption when Dawn came downstairs in her pyjamas to say goodnight to them. Giles was a little surprised by how accepting Joyce seemed to be of some aspects of it. “I must say, that I expected a stronger reaction from you after seeing those St. Andrew’s crosses in their bedroom.”
Joyce smiled. “I’m not inexperienced, myself, with the pleasures of bondage in sex. As I told Buffy, you weren’t the first person to have me in handcuffs.”
Giles barely managed not to spit out his latest sip of scotch. “You told her that?”
“It seemed the best thing to say at the time, to encourage her honesty with me. I didn’t want her hiding things. When we were first married, Hank and I experimented with a few different forms.”
“Why did you stop?”
“We never completely gave it up, until near the end, when we’d pretty much stopped having sex, altogether,” said Joyce, “but we gave away most of our paraphernalia, when Buffy was quite young, after…”
Giles waited a moment, wondering whether he should encourage her to continue. It seemed that whatever she was recalling was both embarrassing, and amusing her. In the end, his curiosity won out. “After?”
Joyce snorted a brief laugh. “Buffy was about four. She got into the closet where we stored everything, and she was quite a precocious child. She recognized the saddle. She immediately wanted to know where the pony it went with was, so she could ride it too. That took the bloom off of that game.”
Joyce tipped her glass back, and drank the last of her scotch. She noticed that Rupert’s glass was empty, too. “Would you like another?”
Giles looked down at his glass. “Ah, no. I am driving, after all.”
“You don’t have to go,” said Joyce.
“I suppose I could sleep here, on your sofa.”
“Or you could join me upstairs, in my bed,” said Joyce.
“In that case, I definitely think that I shouldn’t have any more,” said Giles.
Dawn had undressed, and put on her pyjamas as soon as she’d gotten into her bedroom. She made a brief visit to the bathroom to use the toilet, and wash, and brush her teeth. She’d gone back downstairs briefly to say goodnight to her mom and Mr. Giles, who were still talking in the living room.
When she got back to her room, she removed her pyjama pants, and got her dildo out of the bedside table drawer she’d put it in. She slipped into her bed, and slid it down between her legs, rubbing it slowly over her outer pussy. She closed her eyes, and imagined that Xander was there with her. That it was his cock rubbing against her labia. She slid a hand up under her top, and caressed her tits, imagining it was his hand. She pressed the tip of the dildo into her pussy while whispering “Yes, Xander. Please. Make love to me.”
She gradually pressed the dildo deeper. It didn’t hurt the way it had the first time she’d pushed it past her hymen. It just felt good now. She slowly pulled it out again, and then pressed it in farther, moaning softly and whispering encouragement to her imaginary Xander. Her finger flipped the switch, to turn on the vibrator, she rolled over on her bed, and pressed her face into her pillow to muffle her cry of pleasure as she came.
Tara turned on the string of white lights that she had strung around their room, and turned off the main lighting before turning back to Willow. “Xander’s new place is pretty amazing.” She stepped up to Willow, and wrapped her arms around her.
“Yeah, it is,” said Willow.
“And Buffy and Faith were looking really hot … especially in those pictures in their bedroom.”
“You really think so?” asked Willow.
“I really do, and so do you,” said Tara. “Your aura responds to your emotions, and I could see how they were affecting you.”
“But I don’t want to be feeling that way about anyone but you.”
Tara tightened her hug, and kissed her. “You feel how you feel. You can’t do anything else. What you do about it, on the other hand…” She started to sway, while humming softly.
Xander took hold of Faith’s head, and pulled her mouth down around his cock. Her tongue had been doing a wonderful job of stimulating him, and he had enjoyed denying her what she had truly wanted — his whole cock in her mouth — but that was something that ultimately he wanted just as much.
Joyce slid across the sofa, and leaned up against Rupert’s side. She rested her hand on his thigh. His arm went around her shoulders as he bent to kiss her. They started slowly, but their kisses quickly built in passion, until Joyce broke contact with his mouth, while still holding him. “Let’s move this upstairs.”
“Yes, let’s.” Rupert started to rise from the sofa, but then stopped. “Blast!”
“What’s the matter?”
Rupert looked embarrassed. “Ah … The days are long past when I used to keep a condom in my wallet, just in case.”
Joyce giggled. “Don’t worry about it.”
Rupert raised his eyebrows.
“When my divorce from Hank was finalized, my friends back in L.A. threw me a ‘Gay Divorcé’ party, with lots of gag gifts for things that they figured I’d need. It included a good supply of condoms, and a few other things that I haven’t had the opportunity to use, yet.” She leaned closer and whispered “I’ve still got those handcuffs, too.”
Willow slid her hands up under Tara’s shirt, to take hold of her lovely, large, breasts while they slowly danced. Tara’s hands moved down her back, to take hold of her ass. A little magic applied to belt buckles, and shoe laces, caused them to open up, and Willow lifted them both off the floor, slipped off their shoes, and made their pants, and panties, slide down their legs. She floated them over to the bed, and they sank down onto it.
Tara grasped the hem of Willow’s shirt, and lifted it up. They had to break contact for a moment as she pulled it up over Willow’s head, and off her, but then they were pressing together again, kissing and hugging, until they had to break again for Willow to pull off Tara’s shirt.
They lay together in the bed, hands caressing skin, legs entwining, lips kissing, breasts pressing against breasts. Willow rolled Tara over onto her back, and started to kiss her way down Tara’s neck, over her chest, down between the breasts she had enveloped with her hands. Willow’s thumbs flicked over Tara’s aroused nipples, and then she moved her mouth up and over to take one into her mouth. Tara’s thigh came up between Willow’s legs and pressed against her pussy.
Xander was holding Faith by her hair, with his dick deep inside her throat when he came, but he held back his ejaculation. He pulled her head away from his cock, lifted her by her hair, and spun her around. The chain across her pussy flashed into non-existence, and he rammed his cock into her. He kept his hold on her hair as he fucked her hard, pounding himself into her for all he was worth.
Joyce turned down her bed, and covered the bedside light with a pillow case to mute its light, before turning back to Giles. They took their time, slowly removing each other’s clothes, and giving each other’s bodies the appreciation they deserved. He thought that Joyce was just as beautiful as he remembered her being, from the night with the Band Candy, as he laid her back in her bed. He slowly trailed kisses down her chest, across her breasts, down her stomach, until he lowered his mouth between her legs. He kissed first one thigh, and then the other before moving in to lick at her fanny.
Anya leaned back on the sofa with Buffy on her knees on the floor, her head held firmly between Anya’s thighs, as she licked at her Mistress’s snatch. Buffy enjoyed Anya’s taste just as much as she enjoyed the pain from the chain across her pussy, and the tight grip Anya had on her hair. She could also hear Xander fucking Faith beside them, and she was sharing in all of Faith’s sensations. She heard the pitch of Anya’s voice rise as she ordered Buffy stick her tongue deeper into her pussy, and then shuddered in orgasm.
Tara rolled Willow over onto her back, and started to kiss her way down her body, caressing her skin with her lips, tongue, and fingers. She felt a tingle of magic, and felt herself lifting free from the bed. Willow was rising with her, both of them becoming weightless. “Willow! What are you doing?”
“Science fiction writers have long speculated on the pleasures of zero g sex,” said Willow. “I thought we could give it a try!”
Joyce arched her back as she came, with Rupert’s mouth still on her pussy. It had been a long time since anyone had gone down on her. The only experience she’d had with oral sex had been with Hank, and over the last few years of their marriage, their sex lives had mostly been running on automatic, with each of them going through the motions, repeating ingrained actions and responses by rote, without any of the imagination or experimentation that had made the initial years of their marriage so exciting. Sex had become routine for them. What Rupert was doing to her was far from routine.
She felt him start to kiss his way back up along her body. Her stomach, her breasts. She felt his hands taking a firm hold of them, and then his face was before hers, and he was kissing her lips. He pulled back a bit, and she smiled at him. “Oh, Rupert. You are a cunning linguist!”
He laughed at her somewhat feeble joke. “You said you had condoms?”
“Oh! Right! Let me up!”
“Of course.” Rupert rolled off to the side of her bed, and she rose from it. She went to her desk, and bent down to open the bottom drawer. She glanced back and saw Rupert, lying on his side, looking at her bare ass with a smile on his face, and a clearly erect cock. It made her feel good, knowing that he appreciated her body so much. She reached into the drawer for the condoms, and the bottle of lube that she had gotten at the same time. She also saw the handcuffs that she’d put into that same drawer, and had an idea.
When she turned back to the bed, she had the handcuffs dangling from her thumb. “Would you be interested in wearing these?”
Rupert’s cock actually twitched at the idea. “Ah … It’s been some time since I engaged in that sort of thing, but I am certainly willing to renew my acquaintance with the practice.”
Joyce walked across the floor to the bed. “Why don’t you lie back, and stretch your arms up above your head?”
Rupert did so, and Joyce smiled as she climbed back onto the bed, and straddled his chest. She let him see that she had the key for the cuffs attached to them by a short piece of string as she unlocked them, and then she leaned forward and snapped one of the cuffs around his left wrist. Rupert lifted his head from the pillow it had been resting on to kiss her breasts while she threaded the cuffs around one of the slats in her headboard, before snapping the other end closed around his right wrist.
“Ah, I don’t anticipate needing it, but for future reference, my safe word is ‘leprechaun’,” said Rupert.
Willow and Tara floated in mid air in their room. They’d turned themselves around, each with her arms and legs wrapped around the other, and her head between the other’s thighs. Willow loved the taste of Tara’s pussy, and she loved the feel of Tara’s mouth on her own. Floating there in the air, with neither of them on top, brought a whole new dimension to going down on each other.
Joyce knelt on her bed beside Rupert’s supine body, looking at him, with his arms stretched out over his head. His well muscled body was marked by numerous scars. Some parallel slashes were probably from some creature’s claws. She could also see some double sets of puncture marks that she now knew came from vampires. She had similar marks on her own neck — she couldn’t believe that she had once thought that they’d come from a barbecue fork. She trailed a finger down his body, tracing over the signs that he had put his own body on the line, multiple times, in his duty to support her daughter. She was tempted to ask for the stories behind each scar, but decided to put that conversation off for another time.
Her finger came to his cock, still erect, standing up a little way from his belly out of its nest of grizzled pubic hair, with a growing bead of liquid at the tip of it. She swiped her finger over it, and raised it to her mouth. She looked Rupert in the eyes as she held her finger before her, and licked it. It had been a long time since she’d last tasted a man. The only man she had ever tasted before was Hank. She had never had any strong opinion, one way or the other, on the taste of semen. It had always been pretty bland, to her. A little salty; sometimes a little sweet, or a little bitter. The excitement was in the act of tasting, itself. She could see in Rupert’s face that watching her lick his pre-cum from her finger was exciting to him. She smiled at him, and leaned down over his cock to collect some more, more directly.
Dawn knew that Mr. Giles hadn’t left, and instead had accompanied her mother into her bedroom. She didn’t really want to think about what they might be doing in there, together, but she couldn’t help wondering if her mother was feeling Mr. Giles’s cock in her pussy, the way she was feeling her dildo still vibrating in her own.
Joyce’s hand lifted the head of his cock up to meet her descending mouth. She licked around his glans, down along his shaft to his balls, and back up again before she closed her lips around its head, and sucked him into her mouth. Giles groaned as her mouth moved slowly on him. One of her hands cupped his balls, and gently squeezed them. He could feel himself getting close to coming. “Oh Joyce! That feels so good! I’m nearly there!”
She pulled away from him, causing him to groan again, this time in frustration. He pulled at the cuffs around his wrists, feeling the slight pain of them digging into his skin. Joyce smiled down at him, and reached to her bedside table, where she had left the bottle of lube, and an unwrapped condom. She placed a few drops of lube onto his cock, and spread it around with her hand, and then she placed the condom into her mouth. She bent down over him, taking the tip of his cock into her mouth again. He could feel her using her lips and tongue to roll the condom down over him.
She sat back up, and smiled down at her handiwork … or should that be oraliwork? The younger generation’s way of talking was corrupting him. The condom was rolled half way down his cock. “Like riding a bicycle,” she said, while she used her hand to finish the job of sheathing him. She applied some more lube to the outside of the condom, and then swung a leg over him, so she was straddling his hips. She used her hand to guide him into her pussy as she lowered herself down onto him.
“Oh, that feels good!” she said, as she slowly rose back up, and descended again.
Giles groaned under her, and he pulled at his cuffs. “Yes, Joyce! That’s … That’s … Oh, yes!” He started to rock his hips, in time with the slow rhythm of her motion.
Joyce leaned forward, supporting herself with one hand on his chest, and reaching down with the other for her clit.
Xander came with his cock deep inside Faith’s cunt, but he still didn’t let himself ejaculate. He pulled himself free from her, and shoved her aside. The light flashed, and Faith fell onto her stomach on the floor, her wrists bound to her ankles behind her back, a ball gag in her mouth, and her eyes and ears covered in a leather hood. He moved himself behind Buffy, and the light flashed again. The chain across her pussy was gone, leaving it open for him. He let Anya keep hold of Buffy’s hair, still pulling Buffy’s face in against her pussy. He took hold of Buffy’s hips, and drove his cock into her.
Buffy squealed against Anya’s pussy, and Faith moaned against her gag. Xander felt Buffy shudder as she came, and her cunt clenched harder around him.
Willow and Tara slowly tumbled in the air, their legs entwined, pussies pressing against one another’s thighs, breasts pressing together while they kissed. Each of them could taste their own pussy on the other’s lips.
Their skins glistened with a slight sheen of sweat. Now that they were coming down from the intense orgasms that they had given one another, and were starting to relax, Willow was starting to feel the bits of skin that weren’t in contact with Tara cooling. She guided them over their bed, and slowly let gravity reassert itself, so that they gently sank down onto it. She never let go of Tara as she pulled the sheets up over them.
Rupert was still hard inside her, his hips still moving under her as Joyce came down from her orgasm. She lay herself down on top of him, her breasts on his chest, and kissed him as they moved together. She felt him begin to move faster, and then he was bucking under her and groaning against her mouth as he came too. They continued to rock together for a few moments until his softening cock slipped free from her pussy.
Faith couldn’t hear or see anything, but their link let her feel Xander pounding Buffy’s pussy, and she could taste Anya’s pussy in Buffy’s mouth. She felt Xander’s hand slapping against Buffy’s ass in time with his cock driving into her. The studs through her nipples hurt as they pressed against the floor. Buffy’s orgasms made Faith come too.
Xander came again inside Buffy, but he still held back. He pulled himself out of her, and pushed her aside. The Reward light flared again, and Buffy joined Faith on the floor, bound just as Faith was. He moved in toward Anya, who held her arms, and legs open to welcome him. He didn’t take her roughly, the way he had taken Buffy and Faith. He moved in slowly, and tenderly. He kissed her softly on her pussy, and moved slowly up her body, raining kisses over her belly, breasts, and making his way to her mouth. He kissed her gently as he eased his cock into her. They made love slowly, and this time, when Anya came, he joined in her climax completely, letting himself come in her.
Dawn returned to her bedroom from a final trip to the bathroom to wipe a washcloth over her pussy, and clean off her dildo. She returned the dildo to its drawer, and set her alarm to wake her up in the morning … something she usually didn’t do on a weekend, but she wanted to be up early, to see Mr. Giles in the morning. She hoped he wasn’t planning to sneak out in the middle of the night.
Willow and Tara snuggled together beneath the sheets of their bed. Their fingers still lightly caressed each other’s skin, as they slowly lulled each other into sleep.
Xander lay still with Anya on their sofa. She seemed to have fallen asleep there. He looked down at Buffy and Faith, bound and gagged on the floor. He thought they looked beautiful like that, but it was time for them all to go to bed. The Reward light flashed, and they were released from their restraints.
He sat up. “Faith,” he said, his voice just above a whisper. “You can carry Anya up to bed.”
“Yes, Xander.” Faith rose smoothly from the floor, and gently lifted Anya in her arms.
Xander smiled, and did the same with Buffy, though she was fully awake, and, really, she could have carried him more easily. But Xander wanted to do it, so he did.
Faith managed to get Anya into bed without waking her, and Xander lay Buffy beside her. He and Faith got into the bed on either side of them. He leaned across to give Faith a gentle kiss, then down to do the same with Buffy and Anya. “You two go to sleep, now, and pleasant dreams,” he said softly. Buffy and Faith were both asleep before he finished saying that last bit. He gave his three sleeping girls a final smile, lay down snuggled up against Buffy, and went to sleep.
Joyce lay still, and limp, on top of Rupert, catching her breath.
“That was … extraordinary,” he sighed.
She pushed herself upright. “It was pretty amazing.”
He pulled at the handcuffs. “Are you going to let me loose, now?”
“In a moment.” She swung herself off him, opened a drawer in her bedside table, and pulled out some tissues. She used some to wipe her pussy, and the others to wipe his cock, after she had removed the condom. Tissues and condom were all deposited in a trash can. She leaned down and kissed him again, before reaching for the key to undo his handcuffs.
Rupert sat up, while rubbing his wrists.
“Did you hurt yourself?”
“No, no, not at all,” said Rupert. “Just some minor discomfort.”
“That’s good. Do you want to use the bathroom first?”
“Oh, no. After you!”
“Alright. I won’t be long.” She kissed him again.
Rupert sat on the edge of the bed, and watched as Joyce walked away from him, her naked ass swaying delightfully. He felt a fresh stirring in his loins, but was unsurprised that it didn’t develop beyond that. He wasn’t a young man, anymore, nor did he have some mystical candy enhancing his libido.
Joyce returned a few minutes later, carrying a toothbrush that was still in its packaging. “You can use this, if you like.”
“Thank you, Joyce.” He rose from the bed, kissed her, and went to take his own turn in the bathroom: peeing, washing, and brushing his teeth before returning to her bed, where she was waiting for him.
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