The irresistible lure of the one act she'd denied him for years was fascinating to say the least. The hunger created by her offering swelled into a desperate craving. The depths of his need knew no end. Xander Harris seized what desired for him to have.
Breathlessly, Joyce Summers awaited his appraisal. Her confident smirk expected no less than the praise she was sure to follow. Her moody eyes held his handsome face captive, determined not to miss the first second of his genuine opinion. Tingles of warmth seared her from head to toe as his tongue shot out again. Savouring the heavenly heady scent, Xander's eyes slowly shut. It was so good he moaned softly, followed by a sliver of a smile. The word 'magnificent' came to mind, as it always had where she was concerned. Her intense gaze stirred his insides. He needed what she had given him a taste of more now than ever.
"Please," he half-begged as she drew ever closer, then pulled away at the last moment, just before his tongue could curl around... She was far too evil tonight, and she was revelling in it. She acted as if she couldn't feel how close he was to 'taking' it from her, so tempting a display she had laid before him. "More."
"Like this?" The daring Summers woman gave her man exactly what he wanted the way he wanted it, all the while aroused by the sight of his tongue lashing his bottom lip for long moment. When his mouth made contact with what she offered, she shivered with delight. If his intent was to provoke her, he succeeded. Watching the pleasure manifest in expression all over his face was quite inspirational. She felt tender and ripe all over. "Good?"
"Delicious."
"I knew you'd love it," she smirked at him.
"So did I."
"Was it what you expected?"
"Well, I was surprised by you adding the mushrooms because I never knew you liked them outside of being on a pizza, but it came out fantastic in the spaghetti," he complimented her culinary skills, even licking at the fork she held out in front of him. She seemed pleased, and far less nervous than before she began dangling that fork full of spaghetti. It had been a long time since she cooked for a man. The last time in fact it turned out that the man turned out to be a robot, so this was a welcome change. "Now can I please pour us some wine so that we can get on with dinner, or are you going to feed me all night?" The young man whined.
"You'd have a problem with that?" She asked him playfully.
Even when she did something as trivial as lifted her eyebrow, he found it sexy and alluring. Then again, her tight little red strappy dress had something to do with it as well. "I'm starving, honey. You have proven me wrong and created a masterpiece that shames Chef Boyardee in every possible way," he laughed beside her on the couch in her living room. "Can we please eat now?"
Leaning in close, she brushed her lips over his cheek. "Yes, we can. I'm hungry too, you know." She left him to go to the kitchen and retrieve another plate of spaghetti and some buttered garlic bread, and then returned and sat it in front of him on the table. Devouring another delicious forkful of spaghetti, Xander had to admit Joyce had done a great job. The robust taste of her sauce was incredible. The combination of hamburger meat, mushrooms, and whatever else she added made this just about the best spaghetti he'd ever eaten. What she called leftovers, he called divine.
Here they were once again engaging in some alone time as perhaps the most unlikely couple that the hellmouth had ever seen. They knew if they both stopped and considered it that it would be wrong and forbidden but for now at least they were simply enjoying themselves. In her times with Xander she felt like a new woman, a distant relative of that sad, lonely person who she had often seen in the mirror since moving to Sunnydale. A young woman, responsibility-free with an ardent young lover. It also wasn't like they were sneaking around as they found it remarkably easy to meet up as no one was looking at them. Buffy had not been at the house since forever and all Joyce received was the odd phone call every other week, so she was able to have an empty diary. Xander meanwhile was busy at the swimming pool but found his evenings free as he services were often not required it would seem in dealing with whatever supernatural issue had reared it's ugly head this week or the last. So, both were free and available to catch up and so they did just that. True most of their time together was spent having sex, very good, enjoyable, blow your mind kind of sex and true that is what she had planned again later tonight for once Joyce wanted to enjoy some time with her young lover. Dinner and wine swapping some stories and relax.
And they did so with Xander recounting how a night ago while on patrol the ground found a demon strung up on a tree opened up like a dissection experiment courtesy of Adam, a part human, part demon, and part robot all parts big bad. Joyce listened intently while making the appropriate "awws" and expressions of worry as he kept her updated of current events. Given Buffy would keep her as far from the battle lines as possible, so it was nice that someone actually was interested and kept her informed of the danger. It was not like she was about to go patrolling anytime soon but living on the hellmouth such as she does and being the mother to a slayer such as she is it was good be in the loop.
Dinner was finished as was the bottle of wine they shared leaving them both slightly buzzed. They joked and flirted over the dishes. Conversation flowed easy as had the wine. She and Xander were just for themselves when they were together and no one else. He was still goofy, and she was still well meaning. She had given up on looking at her psychology books on her reasons for why she might engage in such affair and just gone with the flow. When they were together, it was as private and intimate a thing as she knew she graved and had become addicted to. So, it came to little surprise to both of them when she pushed him up against the kitchen wall and gave him a deep kiss. His hands ran down her back to her ass palming it.
Suddenly the room had become way too hot Joyce decided pulling away from him and leading him upstairs to her bedroom. More kissing occurred as did undressing until soon they were both naked and heavily making out on her bed. Until managing to push him off her and with a wicked smile came over her face as she stared up at him. "I want to try something," she announced edging slightly away from her lover.
A curious eyebrow rose immediately. "Oh, you want to try something, huh?" Xander replied before teasing. "Would this something require us to put on clothes?"
"No," she replied, her eyes all smoky and seductive. "In fact, we can't have on any clothes."
"You always want to try the best things," he grinned up at her running his hands over her sides. "Are we using the handcuffs again? Cause I'm pretty sure it's your turn to wear them."
She grinned at him recalling other nights when they had been a little adventurous. Turns out she liked using handcuffs both on him and on her. "I just want this to be memorable," Joyce continued. "And, well, I read something somewhere that sounded interesting."
"What's that? Xander chewed his lip nervously.
Joyce took a deep breath before answering. "It involves you staying hard inside me for a long time. Neither of us moving." She rolled her eyes a little and giggled nervously. "It's supposed to make you come like crazy."
"Come like crazy? Mrs Summers what on Earth am I going to do with you?" He couldn't help but enjoy seeing this sexual diva she had become. Joyce Summers that he had become recently familiar with was far more complex than the standard housewife she might give off. Their time together had led her to begin touching sides of herself she'd never touched before, feeling for the boundaries. He loved helping her explore those new areas of her personality. "Anything else I should know before?" She smiled again.
"Okay, I read about this in Cosmopolitan magazine," she admitted with a little embarrassment in even glancing at such a magazine. "We have to look into one another's eyes and concentrate on where we're joined. I think they call it a 'Deep Valley Orgasm', or something like that." She could already feel her nipples begin to harden against his chest. His low growl told her he could feel that too.
"And I'm just supposed to stay inside of you?" The young man asked. "No moving or thrusting whatsoever?"
"You are correct," Joyce confirmed. "This is just about feeling."
"Well, you know I'm game for anything" he added, his voice low and seductive. Joyce smiled as Xander sat up, took her waist in his hands, and laid her gently down into the pillows. Leaning between her thighs again, he leaned down to kiss her thoroughly and passionately. As the kiss deepened, she could feel his hands gliding down her body, trailing over her breast, fluttering around her navel, fingers softly grazing her nether lips, testing for arousal he already knew was there. He growled in her mouth as her body's most natural scent assaulted his senses.
"Trust me, Xander. You're gonna love this," the older woman managed to say in-between kisses. She could feel his now painfully hard penis brush against her stomach.
"You ready to try out this thing of yours?" Xander asked, pushing aside his desire to bury himself inside of her so that they could try this new idea.
Joyce's answer to his question was to kiss him deeply, letting him push her down into the wobbling mattress. She did a double take and pushed him away, just as he was about to descend on her. "What's wrong?" he asked her, a worried look on his face.
"Can I be on top?" she asked him sweetly.
He grunted at her request. "You are such a control freak." Joyce smirked as with a playful pout, he laid down on his back, holding his arms out for her. She straddled him and leaned down for another kiss, reaching between them and rubbing her hot centre over and over his penis, which lay flat against his belly. She grinned mischievously and closed her hand around him, beginning to stroke him, trailing the fingers of one hand up and down, while using the other hand to rub around his base. She slid her rubbing hand over the front of him and caressed the sensitive ridge. Joyce knew just what would make him moan. He pushed against her and groaned throatily. She smiled and let him go, knowing that he couldn't take much more than that.
"You ready?" His eyes answered her as she hovered above him. Xander took himself in his hand, ready to enter her. Joyce smiled and positioned herself over him. Her hand held his hard cock, running it up and down her slit, coating him in her arousal. With a practiced arch of her hips, he slipped easily inside her. They fucked slowly for about five strokes until he was fully encased inside of her, hot and tight. They both let out a long moan as she relaxed and laid her head on his shoulder, letting him slip further inside. She felt his arms wrap around her back and he just held her for a while, before she pushed up on her elbows and nuzzled her nose against his, looking deep into his eyes. Xander gazed right back, and she sighed, concentrating on where they were joined. Mrs Summers thought she could feel him throb a little and the feeling went straight to her clit, sending little tremors through her. Xander smiled up at her and chuckled.
"I felt that" Joyce smirked and moved, just so that he slid further inside her a little, and then she relaxed, and he slipped back out to where he was before. His smile widened and she tensed her inner muscles, squeezing him as hard as she could. Her face taunted him as he exhaled sharply, his face sketched with pleasure.
"So," he stopped and closed his eyes for a moment, as she squeezed him again. "What are we supposed to do?"
"Concentrate on where we're joined and look into one another's eyes," she explained.
He nodded and lifted a hand to touch and caress the hardened peak of her breast, his eyes never leaving hers. "You mystify me."
She smiled at her young lover. There were times when he could be goofy and wacky. Other times he could be serious and insightful. "That's a very sexy thing to say." The hand that played on her breast quickly rose to his mouth as he suckled his thumb, slicking it, then fell to where they were joined. The first circle drawn on her clit caused her to clench hard, which produced a chain reaction of throbbing. They both shuddered, staring into each other's eyes. "That was incredible," Xander admitted in a low voice. He couldn't ever remember being so hard before, and they hadn't even moved.
Joyce tried to control her breathing. She could feel every curve, every ridge of his cock. "Ah... That's...that's nice," she sighed, taking a deep breath as Xander massaged her clit. She found herself clenching with every motion of his touch, loving the throbbing reaction she got every time her body closed around his.
"Talk... to me," he requested/ pleaded.
Her forehead rested against his now as she inhaled his exhales, both purring at their connection, concentrating. "What do you...? Uhnnn... Want me to...say?"
"Anything." Slow, steady circles over her clit, applying gentle pressure.
Right now, she wanted to forgo this experiment and fuck like usually did. But this new incredible feeling was also something she wanted to stretch out as long as she could. "I love the way I can feel it every time your cock throbs inside of me."
Xander could scarcely believe how close he came to orgasm from her voice. His cock felt like it was in a vice grip, held tight in the hottest place on Earth. Joyce took his free hand and pinned it over his head with both of hers. "I love the way your pussy feels around me."
Circle
Clench
Throb
Circle
Clench
Throb
Incredible pleasure clawed at every nerve in their bodies as they lay still, allowing nothing to enter their minds other than being connected, other than hardness piercing soft, heat holding love in its moist unforgiving grip. They stared and held, circled, clenched, throbbed, over and over again until they could both could feel the drop of their combined passions seep down to his balls as they both begin panting from the sheer feeling of being one in the most intimate way possible.
"Well, what do we have here?" came a sing song voice from behind them. Stunned, Xander and Joyce both looked toward the doorway of the bedroom. There in the doorway with her hands on her hips was Faith the vampire slayer aka Faith the psycho slayer who had just woken up from a coma with revenge on her mind. "I've understand I have missed out on a few things while I have been sleeping but this I was not expecting!" Said the dark slayer looking at the couple in front of her.
Both shrieking Joyce and Xander separated moving off the bed. Still naked Xander attempted to rush Faith who just effortlessly kicked out a foot straight in his middle knocking the wind out of him. "Xander!" Joyce cried out at seeing the man go down to the ground.
"First one is glancing blow boytoy," Faith growled pulling him up by his hair. "Next one will break your ribs," she growled at him before tossing him back on the bed. "You!" she snarled at the still naked Mrs Summers who was trapped in the corner of the room. "Get on the bed too!" Joyce did as she was commanded checking on Xander who motioned that he was okay while looking warily at Faith. The dark slayer just leaned against a set of drawers case while pulling a rather nasty looking knife from behind her, amused, and taking in the zany scene before her. Buffy's mother and her best friend naked, hot, flushed and all because they had been fucking. This was so twisted.
"What are you doing here Faith?" Xander asked the girl in front of him. His painfully hard erection only now returning to normal left him feeling jumpy, and oh so frustrated.
"I was going to hold Mrs Summers here hostage knowing that her little daughter will come and save her," Faith replied. "I sometimes forget to knock but, it's always good to sharpen one's lock picking skills. Then I heard moaning. I smelled pussy and here I am… I think the question is Xander what are you doing here?" She leered at him sniffing the air with her slayer senses.
"Nothing!" Xander exclaimed. "I came round… to drop… something off for Buffy… then we were hit… by some spell!"
She was stopped by Faith's laughter at the couple. "Please I know fucking when I see it! This," she gestured at the couple who were trying to cover themselves from her eyes, "isn't new! How long you two been fucking?"
"None of your business," Xander replied.
"True but very much Buffy's business we both know that much," Faith countered waving the knife around carelessly as she spoke. "This would mess with her head in ways I never could," she grinned at the pair seeing their ashamed guilty looks while clearly still horny. "So, she a good fuck?" She asked Xander while clearly taking a good look at the naked Joyce Summers who was hugging herself in an attempt to cover her nakedness.
"Leave her alone," Xander growled at Faith but knew it was a pointless and pathetic statement. He was no match for a slayer not in any way. Joyce meanwhile was growing uneasy at Faith's gaze and no matter how hard she tired she couldn't stop her knees are shaking on the bed. She was so close... Oh God, was she ever close..., but her lost orgasm was the last of her worries right now, she was terrified over what the psychotic girl was going to do next. She tried to keep calm because she didn't want to provoke Faith.
"She certainly looks good," Faith commented before turning to Xander. "So, tell me boytoy what's the deal? You couldn't get your precious Buffy, so you decided to bang her mother instead?" She mocked enjoying watching them both squirm before her. He didn't reply merely glared at her. "Guess getting dumped by Cordelia and getting denied by Willow really made you broaden your horizons boytoy! You can thank me anytime for breaking him in Mrs S! Oh, and don't stop on my account feel free to continue."
"Get away from us," Joyce whispered to the girl.
"Oh, she speaks finally!" Faith laughed. "I was getting hurt! You were so vocal with boytoy here all moans and groans but with me nothing am I not your type?" She teased at the older woman. "Anyway. For real, now," the slayer paused, "I'm gonna ask you something and you got to promise you'll be honest, and not spare my feelings just 'cause I can kill you. You promise?"
Xander looked nervous and Joyce swallowed her fear. They were currently in a lose/lose situation. Neither of them could take on a slayer so they were currently hoping that Buffy would come save them but then how would they explain their current state of undress? If Faith didn't kill them then Buffy certainly would. "I promise," Joyce offered.
"Okay. How do I look?" Faith asked standing up straight.
There was a moment of silence before Joyce found the courage to answer. "Psychotic."
Unexpectedly, Faith didn't react angrily. "Hmm. I was shooting for sultry, but hey! Sorry I just needed to know been laid out for months on my back and that could do hell of damage on one's figure!" She tilted her head slightly, eyes tracking over Joyce whose back was against the headboard. The blonde woman wanted to crawl back further, away from that sick, demented girl. "Bet I know what you're thinking?"
"Really?" Joyce said, pretending to be nonchalant.
"You're thinking... 'You'll never get away with this!'" the brunette adopted a melodramatic voice as she said this and smirked. "Warm?"
Joyce met Faith's stare with a challenge of her own. "Actually, I was thinking my daughter is going to kill you soon."
Faith lifted one dark eyebrow in amusement. "Is that a fact?"
"More like a bet," Joyce confirmed with bravery that she didn't feel.
At this Faith just smiled, a broad beam of white that was deeply unsettling. "Not before she kills you both for fucking each other! But nice retort I can see why he digs you!" She nodded to Xander who looked back at her with anger. The brunette's grin widened as she stepped closer to the bed, swinging the butcher's knife that she'd retrieved from on top of the vanity. "Guessing this all started as you two were feeling rather lonely. I remember last year seeing the group push away boytoy like he was a bad smell and from the pile of letters addressed to her downstairs looks like Princess Buffy hasn't been around for a while. She's too busy screwin' her college beefstick to give a shit about us," Faith's eyebrows knitted together in a frown. "But we don't need people we don't need Buffy-fucking-fabulous-super-hero. I know what it's like. You think you matter. You think you're a part of something and you get dumped. It's like the whole world is moving but you're stuck. Like those animals in the tar pits. It's like you just keep sinking a little deeper every day and nobody even sees."
When Faith fell silent, Joyce's hazel stare flicked from the knife resting idly in the brunette's hands, back up to empty dark eyes. Maybe there was hope after all, if she could just talk to the girl, convince her... what? That everything was going to be fine? That was ludicrous and Joyce knew it. Faith had got herself into a deep mess and she couldn't find a way out. "It's not too late," Joyce said eventually, her maternal instincts kicking in while carefully keeping her tone neutral.
"For what?" Faith asked.
Joyce licked dry lips. "To turn yourself in. I'm sure the police will be more lenient and take that into consideration." Xander glanced between Faith and Joyce unsure if this would work. Faith had not listened to his previous attempt to help her when he visited her in her motel room last year. In fact she had reacted rather angrily at his efforts.
Faith stared at her incomprehensibly. "I don't care about the cops. I don't care about any of it, alright?" She tightened her grip on the knife and Joyce sighed inwardly. Well, she'd made a hash of that. Back to square one. "And stop trying to distract me 'cause I plan on having my fun *before* B gets here."
"Fun?!" Xander squeaked afraid at what that might involve.
Setting the knife behind her, Faith shirked off her black denim jacket, letting it drop onto the floor beside the bed. She grinned wolfishly at the pair. "I'm gonna join this little party otherwise little Buffy will hear all about it."
Joyce reacted in mute shock while Xander couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was she really suggesting what she was suggesting? "She won't believe you!" Xander stated.
"I will be very convincing!" Faith replied back to him noting his panicked but interested expression. "At the very least I will get her slayer sense up on you two so I doubt you will find much alone time."
"But... why?" Joyce asked, trembling now.
Faith shrugged. "Why not? You're not bad lookin' for a woman your age," as she said this, Faith's eyes roamed down the older woman's body. Despite the danger Joyce couldn't help but be flattered at Faith's eyes lighting up in appreciation. "Plus, from the sounds of it boytoy has learnt a few new moves since I tried him out. Sides, I haven't had a screw for eight months and I'm horny as hell. I was hoping B would let me take a pop but... I guess that's not gonna happen now."
"Get away from me," Joyce said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Now, c'mon, Joyce," Faith chided, "I *know* you can do better than that. In fact, feel free to scream," she added with a wink and a grin. Joyce pulled her knees up, hugging them, as Faith crawled slowly up the floral print bedspread on her hands and knees. Xander was at lost what to do as he knew he was powerless against Faith's strength and loath as he admit it his male mind, ever feeble and extremely horny was conjuring images of Joyce and Faith doing naked things together. "It's either a three-way or I confess your sins."
"Alright," she blurted quickly causing Xander to stare at her in horror. She couldn't be agreeing to this could she!? This was insane! "If I let you... have us, will you get out of my daughter's life and leave Sunnydale for good?"
The brunette paused, regarding Joyce and her offer with a raised eyebrow. Her lip curled up into a smirk to Xander. "The sacrifices a mother is willing to make, huh? I hope B appreciates it." Faith said softly. "Deal."
"You promise?" Joyce asked firmly.
"Cross my heart and hope to die," Faith said with irony.
Joyce's lips twitched, forming a humourless smile. "Don't promise things you can't deliver," she murmured but then stopped as she saw Faith give her a seductive smile and run her hand in Joyce's hair as she leaned closer to the older woman. Joyce let out a hiss when she felt Faith's hand move her hair to the side of her neck, exposing the skin. When the younger girl's lips made contact with her flesh, one soft kiss, she felt her body throb with need. She was still wired from having sex with Xander and couldn't deny she was turned on with Faith being so bold. And in Xander's eyes she found a tender desire for her, lustful, but in his own unique way. Faith pressed more kisses to Joyce's neck while watching Xander, teasing him, turning him on.
Faith began French kissing the older woman's neck, suckling the skin there, kissing every inch of her. Xander couldn't tear his eyes from the both of them if his life depended on it. He really was at loss what to do now. Was this Joyce's plan to distract Faith so he could knock her out? Still a very risky strategy or was this Joyce summitting to Faith and should he do the same? He couldn't deny that it would be something that any guy would dream of but still this was insane. However, the sight of his lover making love to his ex-lover's neck made him feel so hard he almost couldn't believe it.
Joyce licked her lips, feeling her body become highly aroused from how slowly Faith was seducing her. She was only subconsciously aware of Faith's mouth moving from her neck to her breasts feeling the younger girl's tongue tracing a slick path around the aureole before flicking across the hardened nub again. Joyce arched towards the gentle torture her hand finding Xander's and clasping it letting him know that she was okay as she knew he was no doubt concerned with events. He watched with interested as Faith pulled back and reach up underneath her, lifting her shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. Unclasping her bra and removing it the dark slayer wasted no time in leaning forward and capturing Joyce's lips in a strong bold kiss. Joyce's mouth opened beneath Faith's and her tongue glided into the slayer's mouth. Faith grunted in surprise but wasted no time bringing her own tongue into play. Their lips were so soft against one another as their kiss turned into kisses, and went on and on, building in ferocity.
Watching two absolutely gorgeous women kiss, moan, and writhe against one another would make the average guy as hard a granite. Xander was no different as he observed the escalation of passion between the two women. Faith broke the kiss but not before sucking on Joyce's lower lip. "Guess you are more than a little interested in this proceeding aren't we Mrs Summers?" she smirked at the older woman making a big show of checking out the woman's hard nipples and flush face.
"You think you're so slick," Joyce spat out at the other woman.
Throwing caution to the wind, Faith's right hand moved quickly dove down inside of Joyce's legs and cupped her pussy. "No, I think you're slick. Wet, to be precise." Joyce couldn't stop her hips from arching to meet Faith's fingers as they ran up and down her pussy, never pushing in, just dancing along, torturing her. Xander's eyes were threatening to fall out of his head, and he jerked when he felt Faith's hand on his cheek turning his head to face her. Faith closed the space between them in a heartbeat pulling him into a deep kiss. She traced the outline of his mouth with her tongue and deepened the kiss when his lips parted, and his tongue met hers. Aching and longing rushed through both of them as Joyce watched on not only entranced to see the pair making out before her but still feeling Faith's fingers beginning to trace small circles over her clit as she began breathing heavy, moving her hips in rhythm with the way Faith stroked her body.
Xander had forgotten how good it felt to kiss Faith. Her tongue played with his a little while longer before they finally pulled apart. "Mmmm pretty good," the brunette slayer moaned the smell of wet pussy driving her senses crazy, the fire was in her eyes and in her belly and she was enjoying every second of this. "Now I want to see you two kiss as you were before I got here while I get undressed," she told them moving off the bed and giving them space.
Xander and Joyce turned to each other both uneasy but very turned on. Breathing heavily Joyce made the first move to kiss Xander passionately her hand running in his hair as he held her close. They move with practiced ease enjoying the feel and taste of each other. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths, the heat never enough to quench the thirst. Breaking apart when air became an issue, they looked into each other's eyes seeing desire and need written all over them. A line was being crossed and a door was being opened. Joyce nodded to her young lover through lidded eyes, her breasts heaving slightly telling him she wanted this. She realised that she didn't want any of this to stop, she wanted to finish this properly, and that truth didn't shock her as much as she once thought it would.
They heard a moan and turned to see Faith there standing before them naked as the day she was born. Faith's body seemed created by divine hands with the sole purpose of achieving perfection. From her long dark hair to her smoky eyes, pouty lips, soft breasts, toned, flat stomach, the supple curves of her hips, down her sexy legs, the dark slayer knew by the looks the couple were giving her that they both wanted her in the worst way. "You hungry, Mrs S?" Faith's hand skimmed down her cleavage and in-between her thighs. Now she was playing with her pussy, rubbing up and down while staring in Joyce's eyes.
"I've… never been with a woman," Joyce blurted out feeling a little embarrassed. She'd never slept with a woman before, she hadn't even experimented in college, though she had fantasised about it. At the time, it just wasn't something that 'nice' girls did. Now she wished she had.
"Another cherry for my collection," Faith aimed a smile right at Xander who continued to look at the women in awe. They drew her in like a moth to the flame and Faith was never one to resist the lure of pleasure. She slinked to the bed where the couple staring at her mesmerised, almost not daring to breathe. Faith was like a dark angel as she climbed back onto the bed. Instead of jumping at the pair of them she simply lay back then slowly spread her legs are far apart as she could, revealing everything. Joyce's gaze fell, noticing the brown curls surrounding the slayer's sex. The lips peeking out looked slick with juices and Joyce's actually mouth watered. Seeing this Faith gave the mother her sexiest grin and signalled her to come over. Obeying an irresistible urge and Faith's command Joyce moved forward surprising Xander as she crawled over to the dark slayer. He had caught the heated gaze between the two women and decided to let them play this one out feeling his time would come. Unable to help herself Joyce bent down slightly and blew on Faith's clit, watching it slowly emerge from its hood. Joyce actually moan at the sight before her as she slithered her tongue between Faith's wet nether lips, suckling one and then the other, repeating the action again and again until Faith began lifting her hips to meet the mother's tongue. The older woman began giving Faith long hard lashes up and down her slit, sucking on her lips, then her clit. She loved how wet the slayer was, loved the taste of her on her tongue. She felt wild, releasing all control. She'd never done that before and felt liberated because she this felt so good. She could hardly believe that Faith, head thrown back, mouth gasping with pleasure, was riding her mouth in her lonely bedroom.
Xander watched in awe. He tried to say something, but words failed her for the first time. Seeing Joyce kiss Faith in the most sensitive area was blowing his mind. This had to be a dream or some kind of fantasy. He probably stepped into some portal on his way to work this morning and landed into the twilight zone. But he decided that if he had then he was not going to go back to reality until this was all over. He watched as Joyce moved up away from Faith's pussy and to the other girl's mouth. Joyce leaned to kiss Faith, transferring the woman's essence by way of her tongue to Faith's, who happily began sucking it into her mouth, slurping loud and without shame. The women scissored their legs together, so their pussies were rubbing each other's thighs as Joyce ran her hands over Faith's breasts while she caressed Joyce's ass. Acting on instinct Mrs Summers began to pinch Faith's nipples, loving the sound that this caused the brunette woman to make. Having never touched a woman before, Joyce felt she must have been doing something right from the sounds she was making and the way she could feel Faith squirming underneath her. Her mouth soon replaced her fingers on Faith's nipple as she kissed Faith's chest, her tongue rolling around her cleavage as her hands squeezed her breasts.
A grin formed on Xander's face as he watched Joyce. He recognised everything she was doing to drive Faith wild because that was what he always did to her. A rush of pride flowed through him as Mrs Summers used all his techniques for pleasuring her on Faith. Joyce turned her head toward him for a moment while still holding Faith's nipple in her mouth. She winked, signalling that she knew what he was thinking. He then let out a gasp when Faith reached out and grabbed his cock, stroking him hard, but slow. She heard the growl her touch elicited in him. "Your cock knows it's master," she joked at him before gasping as Joyce bit down hard on her nipple. Chuckling she pushed Joyce off her before she turned around and crawled toward Xander, giving Joyce a perfect view of her naked ass and wet pussy. "Since you two got a head start," she commented while pumping Xander's cock. "I think it's only fair I caught up a little." She held up the young man's cock and moved forward one little bit at a time until finally he was surrounded completely by her glorious softness. "Welcome back," she said as she felt that delicious stretch and began to rock up and down riding him.
Xander couldn't help but moan as he reached for her hips. "I… forgot how… good you feel," he confessed as he grunt feeling her muscles and body, she bounced on him hard and fast. Faith sighed as she rode Xander's cock her hands pinning his to the bed. Sweat poured from their bodies as Faith slid up and down his thick pole, feeling him inside her.
Joyce Summers watched the scene unfold with neither jealously nor disgust. Her arousal had risen to the point that she was now acting purely on sexual instinct. All she could comprehend was her body's increasing demand to simply be a part of this. She got up and came up next to Faith who just gave her a cocky grin. Joyce paid it no mind instead pulling the girl upright and immediately engaging her in a lustful kiss. Her hands squeezed and ran all over Faith's ass, loving her supple curves.
"Is it good, Faith?" Joyce asked the brunette next to her. "Do you like the way my cock feels inside you?"
Faith smiled against the other woman's lips still parted as she still fucked "Your cock?"
"Mine," Joyce replied as her hands skimmed Faith's lower back. She turned Faith face to her and kissed her again, forcing her tongue into her mouth, but not overwhelming the younger woman. Faith responded almost immediately, running her finger through Joyce's hair, and kissing her back while still rocking on Xander's hard cock. Eventually, Joyce started to kiss and nip her way down Faith's neck, her goal obvious to anyone who may happened to see it.
Xander gasped as he couldn't believe what he was witnessing above him as he watched Joyce ravish Faith's breasts. He saw Ms. Summers licked and sucked on the dark slayer's nipples, kissed the undersides of her breasts and just generally enjoyed the hell out of them. Faith for her part seemed to be enjoying the attention as well. She caressed Joyce's head and closed her eyes all the while fucking the man underneath her.
"STOP!" Cried out Faith and she couldn't help but laugh at seeing both Xander's and Joyce's disappointed looks. Getting off Xander's cock causing him to whine she simply smiled. "I'm curious to see how a woman like you tames someone like the X-man so why don't you show me your skills," Faith suggested pushing the older woman's face toward Xander's glistering cock. Complying Joyce bent down over his lap and began slowly licking up and down his cock. Her tongue took long strokes on his shaft, thoroughly cleaning him. She tasted Faith all over him as she licked and kissed the head of his cock, teasing both him and Faith. She proceeded to clean Xander of Faith's juices, her slow, methodical movements only adding to his pleasure.
Not to be toyed with, Faith crawled over toward Xander, now on the other side of his lap. She leaned in real close, watching Joyce give his cock a tongue bath. "You're pretty good," she stated admiring the woman's technique.
The older woman let go of Xander's cock with a pop and turned to Faith. "Think you can do better?" She challenged the younger girl sounding nothing like herself, but she couldn't care less.
Faith just grinned at the other woman as her hand went around Xander's cock holding it up straight then brought her lips down around it, sucking him in inch by inch, down further, until he hit the back of her throat. She vaguely heard Xander cry out but paid him no mind as she began using her throat muscles to suck on his entire cock at the same time, bathing him in the wetness of her tongue and the heat of her mouth. Joyce settled down next to Xander looking as the brunette slayer pleasured him with her mouth. It was clear by the expression of bliss from the young man's face that Faith had a talented mouth. For Xander himself this was beyond anything he had ever experienced as he decided Faith was using some slayer powers on him. The vacuum seal she formed around him seemed to add intensely to the pleasure he felt. For the next 120 seconds Faith held her breath as Xander travelled in and out of blowjob heaven. She held him still, giving him the oral cock massage of a lifetime.
"FUCCCKK!" Xander shouted as the sensations rushed through him. His cock bent awkwardly down the curve of her throat. He could see the bulge of the cock head in her throat going down the soft curve of her neck in her windpipe. The resulting slick friction of her ribbed throat muscles tightly gripping his saliva-lubricated cock head was the source of the incredible pleasure he felt, as Faith raised and lowered her head up and down the length of his rock-hard cock. Having mastered the art of suppressing the gag reflex, Faith knew she could drive Xander crazy. She began sucking again with a rhythm on his penis while it was deep in her throat. She stimulated him with such intense pleasure that he could barely breathe. As the throbbing pulses of her swallowing reflexes made his head toss back and forth in intensifying pleasure, Xander came hard, shooting six long spurts of cum down Faith's throat, his body arching off the bed as if he were dying. He tried to scream but Joyce placed her hand over his mouth, stifling his voice. His body shuddered hard as Faith kept sucking, swallowing it all. She held on, feeling his cock soften in her mouth. Releasing him, she laid on her back next to his thigh. "That's how it's done."
"It certainly is a talent mouth when it isn't being so cocky!" Joyce remarked and an arched eyebrow. Faith glanced at the older woman, tracing ever increasing circles over her stomach until her fingers tangled in damp blonde curls. Joyce smirked at her, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Fuck, she could smell just how bad Joyce wanted her.
She let her eyes wander possessively over Joyce's lean body and licked her lips in appreciation. "Let me show what my mouth can do on you." With one hand, Faith pressed Joyce back onto the sheets. She dropped kisses over the older woman's breastbone, down the valley between her breasts, reaching for both nipples with her hands and rolling them between finger and thumb. Joyce whimpered helplessly, as Faith kissed her way downwards, planting kisses over her belly and pubic bone before nuzzling the dark blonde curls that framed her sex. Joyce quivered with anticipation. Maybe Faith was going to kill her after all, through pleasure. Instinctively, the older woman spread her legs, allowing Faith to settle between her thighs. She spasmed at that first touch of lips against her, well, lips. The thought of Faith kissing her, down there, was playing havoc with her mind. The slayer looked up seeing Joyce's eyes were closed, her mouth parted, dying for Faith to eat her, devour her and force the orgasms from her body in waves of screaming ecstasy. The brunette placed a few experimental kisses around the other woman's nether lips, catching Joyce's essence on her tongue before diligently lapping up every last drop that seeped from the older woman's sex.
Those full lips, driving her to the brink of pleasure and that sweet tongue dipping between her moist folds was driving Joyce to the brink of insanity. "Don't stop," she cried out. "Please don't stop!" she begged. The dark slayer took pity on her flicking the nub with her tongue and slipping two fingers into Joyce, curling her fingertips to reach the magic spot and moments later Joyce orgasmed, her hips bucking wildly. Faith eagerly drank the essence of the older woman and Joyce's head slammed back on the pillow underneath her, but she was beyond caring.
Faith rose from between the older woman's legs her lips shiny. "That was shit-hot, Joyce," Faith said with a dirty grin. The older woman blushed demurely trying to regain her breathing. Faith glanced in Xander's direction and noted his reharden cock. Clearly, he had enjoyed the show too. "How about we see X-man rocking your world?" She suggested and her two bed fellows exchanged a look. This was beyond intense. Xander looked unsure, he would never do something that would make Joyce feel uncomfortable and the last thing he would do is something she didn't want to do.
With the haze of passion threatening to lift, Joyce spoke up. "Do It," she whispered to him spreading her legs. Already she knew she'd be obsessing over her and Xander's behaviour for the next couple of weeks but right now wanted to give herself something to obsess over. She had already crossed the line so might as well continue. Looking into her eyes and checking to see if it was okay Xander grunted as he moved over Joyce. The pair engaged in a soft almost tender kiss a far cry from the animalistic assaults that had taken place on this bed. "Please Xander I want it so much," she told him as she ran her hands over him.
"I want you so bad!" He confessed to her.
"Take me please!" Joyce moaned on her back when he slid home, they both cried out. She was so ready for him, and one thrust was all it took to sheath him inside of her completely. She was warm, wet, and sticky, and he loved it as he moved inside of her. Faith allowed them to be alone together for a moment, even though she is just on the other side of the bed as she watched them. Hard, short thrusts impaled Joyce over and over as she encouraged each and every one. Each thrust was met with a cry from each other as they moved together. They obviously knew how to pleasure each other, how to move and to react to each other's moans and groans
Xander look down and sees his erection as it slid in and out of Joyce's pussy. It is slick, glistening, with her moisture. "Oh god!" he groan, as Faith bite his shoulder reminding him that there still a rogue slayer in the bed next to him.
"Look at her, Xan," she purred to him in his ear. "See how hot she is? That's from you, all from you. You're inside her. She's gripping you. I know you like it. You like all of this, don't you?" Xander nods, not knowing what else to do but look at Joyce underneath him who looked back at him. He slid his cock into Joyce while Faith kissed and sucked on his neck. "See how wet she's gotten, all because of your hard cock inside her. I betcha she's clenching you now. You like his cock, don't you, Mrs Summers?" He lock eyes with Joyce. Faith's words have him nearly there, and what Joyce's doing to me is sending chills down his spine. Faith continues knowing she is playing them both. "C'mon, Mrs Summers just admit it. Tell boytoy here how much you're liking it." Faith's other hand drops to the other woman's pussy. Xander gaze's drops and he sees her stroking Joyce's clit.
"God... oh god..." Joyce hisses. "I... mmm... I like… love it... soooo much... so gooooood…" She pants as her chest heaves. Her inner muscles are working Xander for all he is worth.
"S-s-so... hot... inside you..." Xander manages to get out. His cock is on fire. He is going to cum soon certainly if Faith has her way. Her fingers are softly massaging and squeezing his balls. She seems to know just which buttons can be pushed. Despite being murderous and more than a little crazy he can't deny that the girl has a knack, and she uses it to her advantage.
Faith's thumb is twirling over Joyce's clit. Her eyes are wide open looking at her two young lovers unable to even begin to understand what occurred in her life that led her to this moment. "Close... so close... so... mmm... oh god! Oh Faith! Oh Xander!... oh yes!" Joyce cums from a powerful orgasm shaking and crying out with pleasure.
Xander slows down his movements a little savouring the fluttering of Joyce's interior around his cock as it slides along her walls. He looks down at the beautiful woman below him and can't believe his luck at seeing such a vision as her cumming because of him.
"Okay, stud boy," Faith says, moving behind the young man and grabbing his hips. "Time to finish you off. I've still got some plans for you both." As she says this last word, she begins guiding him back into a rhythm. It's like she's fucking Joyce through me! Xander thought to himself Damn. Now there's a thought! Joyce coos and moans as he begins to thrust again running her hands over his chest as she lays there blanketed in a fine haze of pleasure.
"You are so beautiful," he say to her, causing her to smile up at him.
"I was thinking the same thing," she said back at him.
"Christ, Xander, speed it up, will ya?" Faith slaps his side, urging the young man to pick up the pace. Her body is moulded into his. He can feel her hardened nipples on his back, two small points burning into him. She pushed against him guiding him on how she wanted him to fuck Mrs Summers. To make her happy, he begin thrusting faster. She wants him to cum, and he is happy oblige. Xander pounded his fist one time on the bed, so hot were the sensations, so tight was Joyce's body and the constant feel of Faith behind him urging him was too much for him and he came hard. "God! Yes!" he called out in the heat of the moment.
"Oh! Yes Xander!" cried Joyce feeling her young lover cum inside her. She just had to kiss him and pulled him down to do so. The pair panted and moaned against their lips spasming against each other before trembling, holding each other, looking vulnerable and oh so looking so sexy to Faith who looked at the pair with an almost wishful expression.
Wishful feelings were pushed to the side as Faith moved away to the end of the bed. She smiled sensually and stretched out like a cat. "Now," she said out loud startling the lovers who glanced in her direction. Faith ran her down her body to cup her breast as she opened her legs to them feeling downright arrogant in her display. "Who wants to be the first one to try and make this slayer cum?" She asked in a small coy voice.
The room was soon filled with the sound of grunts and moans, and slapping bodies as the pair took Faith up on her offer.
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The morning light came in from the window slowly creeping up into the room and down the wall slowly until it came to Joyce Summer's bed. The sheets were tangled and mostly on the floor and there lay two nude figures of Joyce Summers and Xander Harris both apart and both looking a little worse for wear. Joyce's eyes squinted tightly shut as the light hit her, and she groaned a quiet whine of sleepy frustration, her mind struggling valiantly to stay asleep. It was too late, and she groaned again opening her eye to look around the room. Memories of last night came flooding back: sounds, images and tastes came back taunting her. Last night was the most reckless, wild, and insane night of her life. Even getting it on with Giles on a police car under the influence of some magical chocolate didn't compare.
"You awake?" came Xander's voice next to her and she turned to see him there looking at her.
"Only just now," she replied. "You?"
"Same," he answered before looking around. "Where is Faith?"
"Gone I'm guessing since her clothes aren't here anymore" she gestured at the floor before sitting up and wincing as her muscles were still aching from the previous night's exertions.
"Are you okay?" Xander asked in concern looking at a few bruises and marks on her back and arms.
"I could ask you the same question," she nodded to his body noting a few bruises and marks were decorating his chest, arms, and legs. "Sorry for the bite marks," she said raising an eyebrow at his thigh.
He sighed looking down at his leg. "It's okay I think it was Faith if I recall correctly," he admitted and the pair both blushed. She took a heavy breath; it was difficult to feel remorse over something that felt so good. It was bad enough that they'd had sex with Faith once... well, more than once... but now that was over and all they were left was the morning after. "Maybe she just split town," he offered.
"Are we really ever that lucky?" She asked him and he shrugged.
"Mom?" said Buffy's voice came from downstairs and the pair looked each other in blind panic. No neither of them was that lucky!
"Oh no!" hissed Joyce. She jumped off the bed and snatched up her sweatpants pulling them on with shaking hands. Xander too moved fast grabbing his clothes. She looked around for her shirt. No shirt. There was a knock on the door.
"You can borrow mine," offered Xander holding up his multi-coloured nightmare of a shirt. She would really have to take him clothes shopping someday… if she survived this first! Instead, she gave him a glare, she kicked his very recognizable red shirt under the bed along with the rest of his clothes he hadn't picked up, and tossed sheet, blanket, and duvet on top of him, covering him completely.
"Be quiet," she hissed, yanking a long sleeve t-shirt out of a drawer, and pulling it over her head before she reached for the doorknob.
Buffy stood in the doorway looking concerned. "Is everything okay, mom? You're usually up and getting ready for work by now."
"Nothing's wrong," said Joyce quickly. "Why do you think anything's wrong?"
"Well for one Faith has woken up from her coma and is out to get to me! I have been patrolling most the night to find her. I thought I had better check on you just in case," Buffy explained before frowning. "Plus, the not being up on time, which has happened before, like, never. Are you sure you're all right, mom?" she raised a hand to Joyce's forehead. "You're all flushed, and you're trembling."
"I suppose I really don't feel that well," said Joyce desperately. "It's the flu, some kind of bug. That's why I overslept."
"Well, you shouldn't go to work," her daughter suggested. "Do you want me to take you to the doctor?" In truth she wasn't really looking forward to dealing with her ill mother not while Faith was on the loose and there was Adam to content with as well.
"No, no. But it would be great if you'd call the gallery and let them know I won't be in today. Could you do that for me right away? Because I don't feel up to it, and it's getting late." Joyce started to close the door.
But Buffy stepped closer, looking concerned. "I'll do that, sure, but shouldn't I get you something? Breakfast? Maybe you should take something? I could see if there's anything in your medicine chest." She started to push past her mother to check the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom.
"No!" Joyce almost shouted. She got a grip on herself and added more calmly. "The best thing to do when you feel like this is to just get back in bed and crawl under the covers."
"I guess so," said Buffy doubtfully, staying where she was, but obviously feeling it was her filial duty to do something for her mother. "Are you sure you don't want me to make you breakfast?"
"No thanks honey, I don't feel like eating just now." Joyce gripped the door with whitened fingertips and tried to slowly inch it shut. She kept her voice level with an effort. "I'm just going to do that going-back-to-bed thing now, and I'll make myself something later. So, you can go back to college," she suggested helpfully hoping Buffy would take the hint.
Buffy was still hesitating, and a note of guilt entered her voice. "I don't actually have classes this morning. But – it's not that I don't want to stay and take care of you, Mom, it's just with Faith awake I don't know what she get up to and where she might be."
Joyce trembling increased recalling what Faith had been up to last night. "I understand, really I do! You should go and find her."
Joyce's trembling increased. "I'm sure he's not up – that is, I'm sure he's not up to anything evil."
"I'll call the gallery right away," she said. "And then I'm going to grab some breakfast and some weapons and go." She had turned away, obviously more than a little relieved not to have to spend the day nursing her sick mother. "I'll call later, okay? And keep an eye out in case might appear," she was already halfway down the stairs.
"Fine," said Joyce, and added reflexively, "Be careful." She locked the bedroom door and sunk down on the edge of the bed, overwhelmed with relief, and remembered panic. A few minutes later she heard Buffy say her goodbyes confirming she had called the gallery and informed that Joyce can't make it in today and that she was off and then the front door close. She let out a sigh and buried her head in her hands.
"That was a close one!" Commented Xander emerging from the covers.
"Way too close!" Joyce agreed. "We should probably take that as a sign that we should end things and never speak of this ever again," she grumbled.
"Probably," he replied not happy in the least. "After all it is crazy to begin with and this being the hellmouth means it is only a matter of time before someone finds out about this." He said waving his hand between them at whatever this was.
"Someone already does know about us," Joyce corrected him to which he nodded. "It would seem like the most sensible option." She hated being sensible sometimes.
"It would seem like the only option," Xander brooded to which Joyce nodded this time.
She then frowned and thought about it a little more. "But then again fate has now given me a day off," Xander turned to look at her confused. "I'm just saying that someone, somewhere has fixed it so that I am available all day today and that could be considered a sign that maybe we should continue," she said unable to keep a grin from appearing on her face.
"That is true," Xander considered. "I'm guessing if I was to phone work and tell them I am sick for today and they don't question it then that might true be a sign that someone up there likes us!"
"Totally!" Joyce replied. "And what better way of protecting ourselves from the horrors of the hellmouth than spend a day together!"
"Safety in numbers!" Xander said pointing a finger at her. "Giles always says safety in numbers when patrolling so we can look out for each other and watch our backs."
"Then it's settled," Joyce told him, and he gave her a lopsided grin before leaning in to kiss her. A sweet, soft kiss which she gladly accepted before pushing him away. "Right, I am going to go for a shower!" she announced to her lover hopefully the warm water would sooth some of her aches and pains. "You are going to go downstairs and fix me up some breakfast. Something that isn't fill of sugar this time," she told him with an arched eyebrow, and he rolled his eyes. "And then you are going to go shower."
"And then?" he asked her playfully.
"Then I plan on leaving a few bite marks of my own on you!" She said seductively.
