Buffy unlocked the front door at 1630 Revello Drive, depositing her keys and books on the table nearby. She toed off her shoes and socks at the door, balling up her socks and sliding her shoes underneath the table. Then, as had become her habit, she reached beneath her cheerleading skirt, tugging the thickly knit trunks down her thighs, to finally puddle, drenched in a day's worth of her juices, in a maroon wad of fabric, limply circling her ankles.
Picking up her dirty undergarments, Buffy called up the stairs, "I'm going to the backyard to practice, Daddy."
"Be right down, kitten," Spike called from their bedroom, throwing on a pair of athletic shorts, following his shower.
Buffy grinned and tossed her laundry into the washer before striding out into their backyard, now enclosed with a high privacy fence to deter any nosy neighbors.
The blonde cheerleader was practicing a slow back-walkover as her step-father came out the back door.
Spike grew unashamedly hard as Buffy bent back, her skirt rising up to reveal those bare, pink nether-lips hiding beneath. His hand slid across the silky nylon of his shorts as her slick pussy was teasingly revealed, followed by her tight, little rosebud and round, golden bottom. Buffy had taken to sunbathing in the nude, following the recent developments in their relationship. Hell, she'd probably be doing it anyway, even if she hadn't offered up her virginity a few weeks ago, Spike finally unable to resist his step-daughter's advances.
"How did that look?"
"Pretty good, pet. How bout one more and then a nice running pass and finish up with some jumps," Spike suggested, running his hand firmly against his tented shorts, reclining in one of their patio lounge chairs.
"Looks like it was more than just 'pretty good,' Daddy," Buffy teased, smiling at his obvious discomfort.
"You just finish your routine, and I'll help you stretch," Spike coaxed, his voice thick with innuendo. For years, Dr. William Giles had been the good and proper step-parent, loving and attentive, never an improper thought flitting across his brain, solely devoted to bringing up Buffy in the way Joyce would've wanted. Tutoring and enrichment, gymnastics lessons and cheerleading practice, museums, libraries and travel—Spike did all he could to lessen the blow of Buffy losing Joyce at such a young age.
But then, as Buffy began to blossom, as curves developed and natural desires made her needy, Buffy worked hard to glean a different sort of attention from Spike. It seemed every day Buffy wore skimpier clothes around the house, scoffing at her step-father's gentle suggestion that she might want to 'change into something else.' She playfully retorted that he 'saw naked women at work all day anyway' and it was 'only the two of them at home, so who's going to see?' He couldn't exactly mark the day when he should have pushed her off his lap when she wanted to cuddle or locked the door to his room to prevent her entrance following a nightmare. How many mornings had he awoken to her tanned legs curled around him, her nightshirt having ridden up past her rounded bottom and her warm, slick nether lips spread across his hipbone?
Finally, she broke him—broke him as he walked into the exam room, her golden flesh bared, whimpering in her frustrating need—the ache for the elusive release that she could not achieve on her own. He could resist her no further, shattering every moral, code and creed that he had ever deigned sacred. His darling girl knew what she wanted—only him, and if he was in for a penny, he was in for a pound, and Spike planned on giving Buffy exactly what she needed.
"I need a good stretch, Daddy," Buffy cooed, the full meaning of their words not lost on the other.
Beginning her run at one end of the fence, Buffy launched herself into the air, perfect backflips alternately revealing her bare mound and bottom as her body arched and flipped in an exacting form—her lack of confining bloomers not distracting her in the least.
"Big finish now, kitten," Spike cheered, his erection peeking out from his loose shorts.
Buffy's double handspring and aerial cartwheel landed her right in front of her attentive step-father.
"Now for my herkie…"Buffy jumped, her right leg parallel to the ground, while her left knee bent in the opposite direction, giving her step-father a quick flash of her spread nether lips and dark channel. All too quickly, her skirt covered the treasure that only Spike had ever seen.
"My hurdler…" Buffy thrust her right leg past the top of her head, while her left bent underneath her bare bottom, also offering Spike an enticing view of her juicy quim.
"And my toe-touch…" Buffy grinned, knowing this move was a particular favorite—her puffy lips spread wide as her pussy was briefly but completely, openly exposed. The salt from her skin mingled with the heady juice, currently running down her thighs.
Spike smiled as he breathed deeply, her scent carried on the gust of wind created by Buffy's sky-high jumps.
Spike grinned as he gave her a few slow, seductive claps. "That was perfect, kitten. Now…didn't you want some help stretching?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy," Buffy kicked her leg up to Spike's shoulder, the stretch straining her muscles more, the closer he moved toward her.
"Gotta' keep those muscles nice and flexible, pet," Spike's hand began massaging at Buffy's calf, kneading the muscles as he made his way to her golden thighs.
"Mmm…feels so good…everything's all tense and tight," Buffy complained, her strained core desperately needing some attention after all the exposure it had received.
"Shh, pet, Daddy will make sure everything's taken care of," Spike smirked as his massaging fingers reached the apex of her thighs, rubbing his thumb between the slick nether lips while providing some needed attention to Buffy's aching nub.
"Oh…yes…so tense right there," Buffy gasped, eager for release.
Spike, however had other ideas.
Withdrawing his fingers from her needy clit, Spike chirped, "Other foot," unceremoniously releasing her right foot from its shoulder perch and urging her left to his opposite shoulder.
"Noooo, Daddy," Buffy groused.
"Now, now, good girls who follow directions will get what they need—stretch first, fun later," Spike playfully chastised, continuing with the same massaging movements, edging ever closer to her nether lips once again.
Satisfied that her hamstrings were sufficiently loosened, he did dip a finger into her sopping but tight channel.
"Looks like everything needs a good stretch, hmmm?" he suggested with a grin.
"It most certainly does," Buffy defended, her eyes closed in pleasure as Spike's finger grazed her g-spot.
"All in good time, pet." Spike withdrew his finger and slid it out, much to Buffy's dismay. "Let's try the scorpion, luv."
Obediently, Buffy kicked up behind her head, grabbing her toes with her hand, her right leg forming a perfect 'O' behind her. Spike moved in close, supporting her standing leg with his body and her raised leg with his shoulder, massaging her straining quad as he inched closer to her exposed, wet pussy. His erection had completely escaped the confines of his silky shorts, the slippery fabric eventually giving way and falling to the patio floor.
Spike didn't seem to mind as his cock grinded against Buffy's puffy, pink lips.
"Daddy, please," Buffy whined as her leg began to shake, Spike moving in ever closer for support. His thumbs drew soothing spirals against her taut groin muscles.
"Daddy's got 'ya," Spike assured, plunging his finger back into Buffy's tight sheathe. "Switch legs, pet," Spike directed, his fingers never ceasing their steady pumping even as Buffy released one leg and lifted the other. Buffy groaned at the stretch of the new muscles, combined with the invading fingers buried deep in her core. Spike couldn't help but grind his hard cock against the exposed valley of her bottom, the slick head nudging at her exposed rosebud.
"Need to get on the mats, Daddy," Buffy breathed out, her legs starting to turn to jelly.
"'Course, kitten," Spike withdrew his fingers and lowered her raised leg, holding her close, so her wobbly legs wouldn't give out.
Buffy's bare bottom hit the mat as she sighed in relief. Dutifully, she spread her legs into the splits, her pussy spread wide for Spike's perusal.
"Beautiful…," Spike appraised, affected both by her lithe grace and her unashamed sexuality. Buffy flattened her body against the mat, turning her step-father's attentions to the view from behind.
Spike knelt behind Buffy, eager to continue his earlier ministrations. Leaning down, Spike gave a long lick from Buffy's hungry channel to the showy star at her back passage. Slipping his fingers underneath, he drew insistent circles to Buffy's unguarded clit, her moans echoing off the cushioned mat.
"More, Daddy, please," Buffy gasped, trying to grind her clit and Spike's fingers further into the mat. Spike slipped two fingers into her heated depths, his thumb teasing at the rosebud beneath.
"Need you…," Buffy cried, hungry to feel Spike's full length buried inside.
"One more good stretch, and I promise," Spike soothed, withdrawing and urging her legs together before moving in front of her again. "Gotta' work those glutes," he softly chided, moving Buffy onto her back and coaxing her toes to each side of her head, her body jackknifed but for Spike spreading her thighs a little wider.
"All nice and juicy, just for Daddy," Spike leered before diving in to feast on full, plump lips, eager little pearl and sweet, tight quim. His fingers stretched Buffy's pillowed walls, tickling at her g-spot as he licked and suckled.
"So good," Buffy choked out, breathing beginning to become an issue. Her legs found
Spike's shoulders instead, her slick sex rising to meet his attentive mouth. His tongue flicked in long strokes against her hard, needy clit, alternating with his diving fingers between her heated channel and eager apex.
Buffy had endured the long school day and a game afterward, all the while aching for Spike's cock to fill her inside. She had discovered after that fateful visit to his office and the night they shared afterward, that it was the only thing that could fulfill that particular desire.
"Need you inside me," Buffy groaned, bucking against Spike's tongue and fingers.
"Want to be inside you, kitten," Spike lowered her knees from his shoulders, resting her hot, wet pussy on top of his lap. "Let's get you undressed, first," Spike grinned, stripping Buffy of the snug cropped top and fly-away skirt.
"That's it—all nice and naked, just like Daddy," Spike grinned, lowering Buffy down onto his rigid shaft.
For years, Spike had been the model of paternal perfection, never a lascivious thought crossing his mind, but then, when Buffy came of age…when she would practice her gymnastics just in her tiny panties and a tank top…when she would leave the bathroom door unlocked, or her bedroom door ajar (only once allowing himself more than an accidental glimpse)…and finally, when she showed up on his exam table, legs spread and begging him to make her come…well, that's when Spike succumbed to the fantasy. Resistance was more than futile.
"These little beauties haven't seen any attention all afternoon," he teased, grasping a dusky nipple between his lips as Buffy bounced on his lap.
"Nope, not since this morning," Buffy sighed, remembering how, instead of the awful alarm clock, she was awakened by Spike suckling at her breast.
"It just looked so tasty, pet. Couldn't help myself…," Spike feigned a pout, their roles reversing temporarily.
"You can help yourself any time you like," Buffy smiled seductively, rolling her hips as she surged closer to Spike, allowing him to capture her other breast in kind.
"Mmm…I do like…," Spike's lips hummed around Buffy's generously offered nipples as he thrust up over and again into her tight, hot sheathe.
"When did you first think that you might…like them?" Buffy questioned as she rode her step-father's impossibly hard cock.
Over the last few weeks, many questions of this sort had been asked—not to trap…not to blame…but to reassure each of them that they were not alone in their feelings. These confessions were not elicited to bring shame over past desires but, instead, helped make sense of this uncharted territory, this strange combination of erotic and familial worlds they now inhabited.
Spike thought for a minute as he nipped and kissed at Buffy's swaying breasts.
"The first time you wanted to shop at Victoria's Secret…you pickin' up all those little lacy bras and panties…couldn't help but wonder what they'd look like on," Spike chuckled as he thrust, remembering his previous discomfort and nervousness.
Buffy grinned wickedly as she rocked forward. "You got so nervous, you just gave me your credit card and left the store. And then I bought that babydoll nightie…came downstairs in it after my bath…. I was afraid I'd have to call an ambulance, you were choking so hard," Buffy teased as she nipped as Spike's ear, squeezing around him.
"I was afraid the men in the white coats were gonna' bust through the door…thought I'd go mad…could see right through all that sheer chiffon…those hard little nips, just waiting to be sucked…," the strong pull of his mouth had Buffy writhing on his lap, enjoying the delicious slide of his cock filling her hungry channel over and over.
"Could see those bare, puffy lips, just waitin' for my thumb to slide between them," Spike reminisced, his thumb now attending to that needy spot, where before, he'd been too afraid to go.
"Feels so good when you do that, Daddy," Buffy groaned, grinding hard against his hand as she fucked his cock.
"That's it, baby…you come all over Daddy's cock," he coaxed. There was no need for pretense—no need to be anything other than what they were. Sure, in public, they had to choose one role or the other, as the occasion so dictated, but at home, in private, they ignored those limits and constraints. Spike no longer blinked or choked when "Fuck me, Daddy," groaned from Buffy's throat.
Spike rose to his knees, lowering Buffy back down to the mat, her toes tickling at his ears while her heels rested on his shoulders. He thrust deeply as he strummed her clit, drawing the most delicious groans from her taut body.
"Yes! Right there, just like that," Buffy cried as she squeezed around him.
"So tight…so wet…fit me like a glove, you do," Spike thrust in strong, steady strokes.
"I was wet for you all day…couldn't wait for you to watch me practice…help me stretch…feel your fingers…your tongue…your cock…. Just the thought of you had me squirming in my seat all day," Buffy confessed with a smile as she bucked hard against Spike's cock and fingers.
"None of those dirty little boys thought you were squirming in your seat for them, did they?"
"No, Daddy…just you…," Buffy grinned, loving it when possessive!Spike came out to play.
"That's my girl," Spike cooed, giving Buffy's clit a firm twist and making her cry out in pleasure.
"Yes, Daddy, yes!" Buffy praised as her tight walls strangled him even further.
"Oh, Kitten…," Spike groaned, spending his pleasure into her hot, sweet quim.
Spike gathered Buffy back into his arms, coming down, rocking slowly in each other's arms, indulging in languid kisses as the evening's stars began to shine in the darkening sky.
"Mmm, just what I was wanting," Buffy cooed. "Do you have to work tomorrow?" Buffy schemed, seeing as the weekend was upon them.
"Not unless the hospital calls," Spike promised.
"So we don't have to get dressed again till Monday?" Buffy queried, biting her lip with a grin.
Spike smiled and shook his head at the beautiful, petite golden goddess slowly rocking in his lap, "Whatever my sweet girl wants…then that's what she'll get."
"Less laundry that way, too," she teased with a playful kiss.
Spike smiled at the prospect, "That's my girl…always thinking ahead…."
