Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: "Thanks for lending me your body, B"
Author: Oric13 (Oric13@xs4all.nl)
Universe: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairings: Joyce/OTF/Faith (in Buffy's body)
Rating: NC-17
Keywords: F/f, FF/f, F/MF, incest, D/s, spank, fist, toys, anal, BDSM,
exhib, voyeur
Feedback: always welcome.
Summary: Faith is in Buffy's body and screws her, her mom and her
friends royally...

   and I mean that literally!  Notes: This story takes place sometime
around the episode "Who are you?" (S4E16) and is told from Faith's POV.

   I have always felt that Faith didn't take full advantage of the
situation when she inhibited Buffy's body, and that realistically: she
probably would have done a lot more naughty things besides having sex with
Riley... This is my take on the whole body switch situation.

   Disclaimer: This story is based on the characters from the TV show
"Buffy the Vampire
Slayer" that belongs to Joss Whedon/Fox TV and its related entities, and

is not meant as an infringement on their copyright of the series.

   The story itself is all mine.

   Warning: This story contains: lesbian sex, incest, spanking, fisting,
anal sex,
exhibitionism, BDSM, humiliation and (towards the end) even some

bestiality.  Most of the sex is consensual but some of it is reluctant or
semi-nc.  If you don't like the stuff I mentioned or are not mature enough
for it, then I suggest you don't read this story.  Otherwise, enjoy...

   Please keep in mind that this story was originally written for the Sick
& Twisted Fanfiction group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sicktwistedfanfic
given the name of this group, you know what you can expect.



   "Thanks for lending me your body, B" by Oric13



   Chapter 17 - Mommy's Little Slut (F/F, FF/F, D/s, spank, inc, fist,
anal, toys, exhib, voy)

   After all that Spike-related-shit that happened to me yesterday, I
really needed to unwind a bit.  And aside from sex, there's really no
better way to unwind than doin' some slaying...

   "Take that you undead scum!" I shouted as I destroyed the last of a pack
of zombies.  "All Evil shall perish before Buffy the Vampire Slayer!" I
added triumphantly as I rubbed my sore wrists.  I'd been kicking undead ass
all day and I was getting kinda tired.

   "Are you still playing that dumb game?!" A voice unexpectedly called out
behind me, making me jump a foot into the air (which was pretty impressive
considering I was sitting cross-legged on the couch).

   Whipping my head around, I saw Mom standing in the door opening of the
living room... not looking very pleased, I noticed.

   "Oh, hi mom!" I perkily greeted her while swiftly saving my game of
Resident Evil and switching off the PlayStation I recently bought with B's
savings.

   Turning around, I rested my chin on the back of the couch and gazed up
at mom with my most innocent & adoring look - the one that always softens
her up.  Unfortunately, it didn't seem to be working so well this time,
because she still looked pretty pissed.

   "Buffy, when I left for work you promised that you would go to college
today," Joyce angrily reminded me, "but instead you didn't even bother
getting dressed, and to make matters worse the living room is a mess!"

   I looked around guiltily at the empty pizza boxes and beer cans that
surrounded me.  I'd planned to clean up before mom got home, but kinda lost
track of time.

   "I'm sorry, mommy," I meekly offered.  "I'll clean it up, I promise."

   My apology seemed to go over okay, but the moment I said "I promise"
Joyce's eyes narrowed and she started searching through her purse with a
determined look on her face.

   Hmm, bad choice of words perhaps, I pondered when I saw her retrieve a
large wooden hairbrush from her handbag - the very same hairbrush my ass
had become awful familiar with these last couple of weeks.

   Walking over to the couch where I was sitting, she pointedly looked down
at the box with a half-eaten pizza taking up the remaining space beside me.
I quickly closed the box and put it on the table on top of two other empty
pizza boxes.

   Now that the seat was cleared, mom sat down beside me and patted her
lap. "You know the drill, Buffy."

   I sure did.

   "Yes, mommy," I replied in my "meek little girl" voice as I lay across
her lap, shifting around a bit till my butt was perfectly positioned for a
spanking.

   Joyce affectionately patted my bare behind.

   "That's a good girl," she said, sounding kinda satisfied despite my
naughty behaviour.  Probably because *I* was more than willing to take my
licks without any of the backtalk she used to get from B.  And she was
probably also pretty psyched that I was following her unofficial "dress
code".

   I quickly learned that Mrs.  S.  loves watching her little girl walk
around the house with her bare butt and bald pussy on display.  She never
came right out and said so, but I soon noticed that whenever I'm fully
dressed at home with mom it never takes her very long to come up with an
excuse to spank me, which - aside from a sore ass - typically resulted in
me being naked as a jaybird for the rest of the evening, anyway.  And even
though I didn't mind these spankings, I considered it less of a hassle to
dress the way Joyce (obviously) wanted me to.  Besides, I love pleasing my
new mommy.

   One of the `outfits' that tickled her the most was pretty much like the
one I'm wearing right now, which basically consists of a t-shirt and not
much else (except for a pair of white socks with little pink hearts on
them).  And when I say t-shirt, I'm not talking about those huge XXL men
t-shirts that could cover B pretty much all the way down to her ankles. 
No, I'm talkin' about tight-fitting girlish-looking t-shirts (preferably
pink, or with some cartoon animal on it) that barely cover B's cute little
bubble-butt.

   Whenever I walk around dressed like this (although you can't really call
this "dressed"), I automatically give any spectators some good glimpses of
my bare ass and my smoothshaven teenage snatch.  And it wasn't just mom who
got treated to these peek-a-boo sessions with my privates - basically
anyone coming by our house got the same titillating treat.  Not really a
big issue for me since I love showing off B's tight little body.  Ever
since I flashed B's titties at that sex-shop owner, I got this ever
increasing urge to put my new ill-gained goodies on display for all to see.
My naked stroll through town pretty much satiated that desire, but I still
get a big kick out of flashing the occasional unsuspecting visitor.

   Like today, I managed to scare off a Jehovah's Witness by opening the
door half-naked, and I gave the pizza delivery boy the thrill of his life
by doing the exact same thing.  Heh.  You should've the look on Pizzaboy's
face when I opened the door wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of socks - he
nearly dropped the huge stack of pizzas he was holding.

   "Uhhhh... here are the pizzas you ordered ma'am," he managed to get out
while his eyes kept darting up and down from my face to my barely concealed
pussy, "t-t-that I'll be exactly a hundred bucks"

   "Thanks, buddy!" I said, smiling brightly as I took over the stack of
pizzas and placed them in the hallway, bending over at the waist so he got
a good look at my naked butt and the puffy slit between my thighs.

   When I turned back around, his face was bright-red and he had a huge
bulge tenting the front of his trousers.

   "Here's your money," I told him while handing over the exact amount I
owed him, "Oh, and here's your tip," I added, and raised my t-shirt all the
way up above my breasts.  I stayed like this, with B's naked body on full
display in the open doorway, for a good ten seconds before pulling the
shirt back down again.

   "Till next time," I said, giving the mesmerized teen a smile and a wink
before closing the door in his face and taking my stack of pizzas into the
living room.

   WHACKK!!!  Mom's hairbrush landing on my ass pretty much ended my happy
reminiscing.

   WHACK!!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!!  WHACK!!!

   "This is for your own good, young lady," mom told me as she walloped my
butt good.  "I'm not sure what's gotten into you lately with all the
video-gaming and lazing around you've been doing, but I'm not just gonna
stand by and do nothing while you throw away your education."

   WHACKK!!!!  WHACK!!!  WHACK!!!  WHACKK!!!!

   "I'm sorry, mommy," I whined pitifully, as I imagined B would do under
these circumstances.

   Honestly, I tried the whole college thing for about a day, but I quickly
discovered that there's not much point in sitting through those long boring
classes if you don't know what the Hell they're talking about.  Obviously,
switching bodies with B doesn't automatically make me college-girl
material. The thing is: I don't think Joyce will be very happy to hear that
I'm dropping out, so I kinda have to find the right time to tell her...

   WHACK!!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!!  WHACKK!!!!

   But this doesn't really feel like the right time.

   WHACK!!!  WHACKK!!!!  WHACK!!!  WHACKK!!!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACKK!!!!
WHACK!!!  WHACK!!!  WHACKK!!!!  WHACKK!!!!  WHACK!!!

   Mom was much more pissed off than I thought.  Usually she only beats my
butt with that big-ass hairbrush for about five minutes before putting it
away and then maybe giving me a couple more swats with her hand to finish
me off.  But this time she kept going for at least fifteen minutes and
didn't stop paddling my behind till it was cherry red and I was bawling
like a freakin' baby.

   Strange... I hardly ever cried before, but whenever Joyce puts me across
her lap for some strict yet loving motherly discipline, I just... let go, I
guess, and it usually doesn't take long for the waterworks to begin.

   "There, there," mom comforted me, soothingly stroking my blistered
behind as I lay there sobbing across her lap.  "It's alright now, Buffy -
you've taken you're punishment like a good girl and mommy's no longer upset
with you."

   She carefully helped me sit up on her lap and tenderly cleaned my
tear-streaked face with one of those moist paper-towel thingies.  Then she
opened her blouse and popped her left boob out of her bra.

   As soon as her breast was bared, I quickly bend down and took mom's
large red nipple into my mouth, suckling on the tasty little treasure with
growing contentment.  Mom lovingly stroked my hair as I happily nursed on
her big juicy tit.

   After a while, her hand slid down my back and ended up on my bare &
beaten butt, which she lovingly caressed as well.  Her other hand slipped
between my spread legs and started a soft rubbing motion up and down my
swollen slit.  Even though this spanking had been much more severe than I'd
gotten used to, it still ended up making me horny, just like all the other
spankings mom had given me these last few weeks.  So I was more than ready
for the three fingers that were suddenly inserted into my pussy.

   "You like that, baby-girl?" Mom cooed sweetly into my ear as she rubbed
my sore ass and fingered my sopping snatch.

   "Ohhhh, yes, mommy," I moaned from around her nipple.

   "Yeah, I kinda figured you would," Joyce said, chuckling good-naturedly.
"You really love mommy fingering your hot little pussy, don't ya,
sweetheart?"

   I let her nipple slip from my mouth as I raised my head to look at her.

   "I sure do, mommy!" I passionately declared before returning to my
mommy-mammary feast.

   This made her laugh out loud.  "Little nympho," she said affectionately.

   Yup, I sure do love mom's fingers up my snatch, especially after a
thorough buttwarming.  It's my special reward for being such a good girl
and I always look forward to this moment: sitting comfortably (despite my
sore ass) on my loving mother's lap, being cuddled and comforted while she
fingers my slot.

   Nothing like a good orgasm after a long, hard bare-bottomed spanking...
And right now mom's talented fingers were bringing me ever closer to that
well-earned wonderful climax.  I grunted with approval as mom inserted a
fourth finger into her daughter's tight pussy and started fucking me
harder.

   Without taking my mouth off mommy's teat, I pulled my tight little
t-shirt up so I could play with my own titties while Joyce finger-fucked my
bald little snatch.

   Feels sooo fuckin' good: playing with my hard little nips and squeezing
my apple-sized breasts while mom's four fingers rapidly ream my sopping wet
slit.  And it felt even better when she rubbed her thumb across my
rock-hard clit, causing tiny explosions of pleasure to shoot through my
body.

   I hummed with pleasure as mom toyed with my clit and spread my legs
wider to give her better access.

   Joyce chuckled when she saw me spreading my legs for her.  "Would you
like mommy to fist you now, baby?" she asked in a teasing tone.

   "Oooh!  Yes, mommy, please fist me," I said excitedly.  Mom's fist
pounding my tight teenage twat is one of my all-time favourite things.

   "Are you sure about that, Buffy?" she questioned with that same teasing
tone of voice.  "You really want mommy to stick her entire hand inside your
tight little pussy and fuck you with her fist?"

   "YES!!" I grunted.  "Fuck me with your fist, mommy!  Do it HARD!!  Make
me squeal for ya!"

   "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart, I will," Mom practically growled as she
formed a fist and forced it into my cunt.

   Well, she made good on her promise a lot sooner than I expected!  I
squealed like a pig gettin' porked as she popped her knuckles past my
pussy-lips.  I'd kinda expected her to take her time, gradually working her
hand into my narrow slit, but she obviously wasn't in a patient mood... I
hardly had time to blink before her hand was buried up to her wrist inside
my aching snatch.

   And I continued squealing as mom started pumping her fist in-and-out of
my tight slot.  I quickly gave up on trying to suck her tits any longer and
just held on tightly as she enthusiastically pounded her daughter's bald
coochie.  Mommy Dearest was treatin' me to one helluva workout!

   She made me squeal even harder when she suddenly shoved a couple of
fingers up my asshole as well!  Joyce was actually fucking both my holes
now!  DPing her precious Buffy.  Fisting my pussy and finger-fucking my
ass. Damn!  I so LOVE this woman!

   "I LOVE you mommy!" I squealed excitedly as I began bouncing up and down
on her lap, trying to get more of her inside me.  "FUCK ME!!  Fuck my dirty
fuck-holes!  Fuck `em HARD!!"

   "I love you too, baby!" Joyce passionately cried out while shoving her
hand even further inside my straining snatch.  "And don't you worry, my
nasty little girl: I'll fuck you so hard you'll still be feeling it weeks
from now!"

   "Oohhh!  You promise, mommy?!" I asked with my best "little girl" voice.

   "Count on it, sweetheart," Mom panted while plunging her fist and
fingers deeply into my cunt and asshole.  "Here comes something you'll
never forget!"

   And that's when she suddenly yanked her three fingers out of my tight
little ass, only to replace `em with her ENTIRE FUCKIN' HAND!!

   Yeah, that's right: Joyce Summers, model mom, shoving her whole fuckin'
hand inside her petite daughter's tight lil asshole while her other hand is
already pounding her little girl's pussy.  Wow, who would've thunk it.  She
sure blew my fuckin' mind!  And my asshole as well, almost!  If it wasn't
for ol' Spike merciless buggering a couple days ago, loosening me up back
there, I don't think I could've taken mom's entire hand up my poopchute.  I
guess fang-face actually did me favour there.  Not that that'll stop me
from kicking his undead ass if I ever run into him again, but maybe I'll
let him live... well, sorta: the dude is pretty much dead already ya know.

   Anyhow, I had other things on my mind right now... like mom's hands
inside my straining fuck-holes.  I was literally seeing stars as she
stuffed me from both ends like a thanksgiving turkey.  I was also screaming
my fuckin' head off!  It's a good thing that in our friendly lil Sunnydale,
neighbours tend to ignore screams and other suspicious noises.

   "There ya go, a hand in each of your slutty holes, Buffy!" Mom growled
in my ear while pushing her fists as far inside me as she could get `em. 
Holy Fuck!!  It felt like she could shake hands in there!

   "Ohhhhhh Mommmmyyyyyyy!!!" I squealed with a high-pitched voice.  "I
dunno if I can taaake thissss!"

   "Of course you can, baby-girl." Joyce cooed encouragingly as she slowly
started moving her fists back and forth.  "You've proven yourself to be the
best little slut there is and mommy's got faith in you... Just hang on and
enjoy the ride, sweetie."

   Mom's words made me sit up proudly.  She's right!  I'm Buffy the Vampire
Slayer, and I AM the Best Little Slut there is!  A fist inside my pussy &
asshole should be a walk in the park for me.  Also, the thought of mom
fist-fucking both my holes at the same time was so wonderfully wicked that
I just HAD to experience it.

   But I was much too excited to just sit there and take it - and besides,
I like being an active participant in our kinky sex-play.  So being careful
to keep mom's fists inside my fuck-holes, I slowly turned around on her lap
till I was facing her and pulled off my shirt, leaving me naked except for
my little socks.

   "Watch this, mom!" I proudly exclaimed.

   With my feet planted on either side of her legs, I put a hand on mom's
shoulder to steady myself and used my other hand to play with my tits as I
began bouncing up and down her fists.

   Mrs.  S.  looked amazed as her prissy little daughter started humping
her fists.  Yeah, that's right: I can handle ANYTHING you desire, mom!  You
won't ever find a better slutdaughter than me!

   "Oh YES, Buffy!  That's it, baby!  Fuck mommy's fists, you twisted
little tramp!" Joyce hissed, looking at me like a tiger eying a
particularly tasty-lookin' steak.  "Take `em all the way inside your slutty
teen snatch and asshole!"

   Wow!  I don't think I'd ever seen mom more excited!  Not even when she
gave me my first fucking.

   "Oohh, yes mommy, I will!!" I keened happily, incredibly turned on by
mom's dirty talk.

   "Look at you, humping your mother's hands like a bitch in heat!" she
said excitedly while twisting her hands around and plunging them ever
deeper into my tight fuck-holes.  "That's what you are now, Buffy: Mommy's
little bitch."

   Hearing Joyce Summers claim her precious Buffy as her bitch triggered a
tremendous orgasm.

   "FUCCKKKKKK!!!!!" I cried out, pinching my nipples HARD as I frantically
rode mom's fists.

   "You naughty little potty mouth!" Joyce exclaimed, trying to sound
stern, but unable to keep from laughing.  "Mommy's gonna have to wash out
your mouth with soap later on... or maybe I'll just have you go down on
mommy and wash out your mouth with pussyjuice instead," she added
mischievously.

   "Dunno if I getta choose, but I definitely like the second option the
most," I panted, still experiencing the aftershocks of my orgasm.

   "Yeah, I figured as much," Joyce grinned while giving her daughter/lover
a loving look.  "And considering that I prefer the second option as well,
it's a safe bet that a certain Slayer will be snacking on her mother's
snatch soon."

   Smiling happily at my wonderful mom, I went in for a kiss.  While our
tongues played tag in each other's mouth, Mrs.  S.  carefully withdrew her
fists from my well-fucked, wideopen holes.  When our lips parted, she held
up her hands, which were all gross and sticky after being inside my pussy &
asshole.  Without her having to say anything, I started licking them clean
while Joyce watched with obvious delight.

   Most of the time, mom prefers to lick up her little girl's yummy juices
herself, and she'd only very recently trained me to perform this task. 
Despite her own fondness for B's lovebox-juices, Mrs.  S.  had developed an
even bigger fondness for dominating her beloved Buffy, and making her
pristine offspring lap up her own secretions like a good little doggie is
an excellent way to show her who's boss.

   Having licked each of her fingers till they were spotless, mom rewarded
my efforts with a loving hug and tenderly stroked my blonde hair as I
melted into her warm embrace... Huh.  Never would've figured I could get
this mushy with anyone.  I'm definitely falling for her hard.  Me going
ga-ga for B's mom - who'd have thunk it?

   "Ready to eat some pussy, sweetheart?" Joyce inquired as she smiled down
at me.

   Heh.  Gotta love this woman.

   "I was born ready, mommy," I enthusiastically replied - which actually
sounds kinda creepy in this situation now that I think about it... Meh. 
Whatever.

   Slipping down from her lap, I pushed up her skirt, pulled down her
panties, and buried my head between her thighs.  Mom's snatch was already
plenty wet, but when I got busy down there she started dripping like a
leaky faucet.  I eagerly licked up every drop of cunt-nectar coming from
her and then shoved my tongue up her twat for more.

   Sticking my little pink tongue in as far as it could go, I made it
vibrate wildly while rubbing the tip of my nose first around and then right
up against her swollen clit, causing mom to grunt and buck wildly and
release another mouthful of pussy-juice in my mouth.

   I rapidly tongue-fucked her for several minutes while teasing her
lovebutton with my nose, then when I sensed she was about to cum, I took
mom's rock-hard clit between my lips and sucked hard while shoving three
fingers inside her twat as far as I could get `em and start pumping away.

   Mrs.  S.  screeched loudly and bucked her hips up hard as she came,
nearly breaking my fuckin' nose.  Despite my close call with Rhinoplasty, I
felt very pleased that I managed to make mom cum this hard and eagerly
drank down her juices which I always consider a tasty reward for a job well
done.

   Breathing heavily as she recovered from her orgasm, mom gazed down at me
contently and affectionately tousled my hair.  "That was amazing!  Great
job, honey, I haven't cum this hard since...... well, yesterday," she added
a bit sheepishly.

   We both started giggling.  Mom and I constantly had such great sex that
it was getting kinda hard to pick out our "Greatest Orgasms".

   Getting to my feet, I rubbed my still very sore ass.  Now that I was no
longer preoccupied with sex, my blazing butt once again regained priority
in my mind.  Twisting my head around, I tried to get a good look at the
damage mom did with her hairbrush.  Turning your head 180 degrees isn't a
Slayer-skill, though, so I didn't have much luck.

   After several tries (watched by an amused Mrs.  S.), I suddenly
remembered the large living room mirror and after silently D'oh!ing I moved
my cute little Buffy-butt over to the mirror.

   "Wow!  You sure gave it to me good this time, mom," I said, whistling in
admiration as I checked out the reflection of my battered buttocks.  My ass
was literally glowing red with purple highlights.  "Was all this for
skipping school and making a mess in the living room, or were you pissed
off at me for something else?"

   Turning me around, Joyce flinched slightly as she inspected my bruised
behind.  "I guess I got a little carried away... I'm sorry, sweetie."

   "Hey, no worries, mom, my butt will be lily-white again soon enough -
Slayer healing powers, remember," I cheerfully reminded her.

   "I know, but still..." she said with a bittersweet smile.  Before she
could get all judgmental on herself, I hugged her and whispered the always
classic, "I love you, mommy" in her ear.

   "I love you too, honey," she whispered back and smiled warmly at me. 
"Now how about I put some cool cream on that cute red butt of yours?"

   "Excellent idea!"

   Mom got the cool cream (after my first spanking, she always kept a jar
of it in the living room) and led me back over to the couch.  I once again
assumed the spanking position across her lap and sighed happily as mom
started massaging the cool ointment onto my hot ass.

   Lying there comfortably, I asked again, "So were you pissed at me for
something else?"

   "Well, actually, I kinda am," she replied to my surprise - I just
figured that Joyce got a bit too much into the exhilarating task of
spanking beautiful/bratty Buffy's tight little ass.  Can't really blame her
for that.  But apparently there was something else going on.

   "You know that for several years I've been trying to join Sunnydale's
very old, and very influential, women's business association called the
Deal-making Organized Moms Society, right?" mom explained.

   "Uhh... yes?" Actually I don't know anything about that, so she probably
told the real B.  (either that or I just wasn't paying attention).

   "Well, Samantha Steward - who as you know is a good friend of mine, and
also an important D.O.M.S.  member - has recently put me up for membership.
And in a not-sohappy coincidence, she happened to be among that group of
business people you ran into bare-assed naked."

   "Ouch."

   "My thoughts exactly... And you may not have seen her, but she certainly
saw you."

   "Double ouch... I take it that having a daughter whose seen streaking
through Sunnydale ain't exactly gonna improve your chances of getting into
this club?" I said, possibly understating the situation slightly.

   "It certainly complicates things," Joyce dryly replied.

   "That sucks.  I'm really sorry if I ruined your chances of becoming a
D.O.M., mom," I said, feeling truly bummed for messing things up for Mrs.
S.

   `Fuck!  I'm such a screw-up,' I thought, angry at myself.

   Joyce shrugged.  "If I don't get in then that's too bad but it's not the
end of the world, Buffy.  Funny thing, though...  Samantha sounded more
intrigued than upset on the phone when she mentioned your naked jaywalking.
I kinda got the feeling that she liked what she saw."

   "Hey, maybe she was one of those women who played with my pussy," I
suggested, remembering several business women-types taking their turn to
inspect and fingerbang my bald slit.

   "You really don't remember seeing her there, Buffy?" Joyce asked
surprised.  "You certainly know what she looks like `cause she's been at
our house a number of times.  And Samantha isn't exactly inconspicuous with
her being a very tall and very attractive black woman sporting a set of
breasts the size of coconuts... So I kinda think you'd remember if she were
there or not."

   Hearing Mrs.  S.  describe her, I instantly remembered who she was. 
There were dozens of male pervs feeling me up outside that bar, but only a
few chicks, and the woman who made the biggest impression was this
Amazonian-like black chick who also happens to be the one who made me cum.

   Feeling disoriented and also incredibly aroused, I gazed dazedly at the
excited crowd surrounding me, their clammy, groping hands holding me up and
open: spreading my
legs, buttocks, and even my cunt-lips!  B's most intimate places were

now on public display and up for grabs - literally!  I grunted as a pair of
unseen hands roughly groped my titties and pinched my rock-hard nipples. 
Other hands squeezed and spanked my round little butt, and some of them
even stroked and fingered my bald snatch.

   Despite their roughness and the incredible humiliation of being naked
and groped by a bunch of strangers on a public street in broad daylight (or
probably because of it), jolts of pure pleasure erupted from each of my
manhandled charms.

   Some sleazy lookin' guy, who I normally wouldn't give the time of day,
had managed to worm his way through the crowd and put himself at the prime
spot: right in-between my
wide-spread legs.  Not wasting any time, he roughly shoved a couple of

grubby fingers in my cunt and started pounding them in me while calling me
a "dirty little teenage slut" and a bunch of other stuff that didn't
impress me.

   OK, now just because I let a bunch of people grope my naked body on a
public street doesn't mean I don't have some limits.  This unwashed
mothafucka was seriously pissing me off, and I was about to introduce my
foot to his face when someone else stepped in and got rid off the little
creep for me.

   I watched with immense satisfaction as a tall figure grabbed the
foulmouthed mongrel by the back of his neck and tossed him into the crowd
who swiftly pushed him away.  Heh.  Buh-bye, dirtbag.

   Despite being a big supporter of girl-power, I was still pretty
surprised when I saw that my "saviour" who tossed dirtbag dude away like he
ain't nothin more than a used condom was a woman.

   Aside from my weekly fix of Xena: Warrior Princess I don't see a lot of
women who are that strong (well, aside from B and me, obviously).  And I
also don't see a lotta women who're nearly 7 feet tall, or maybe she just
looked so big on account of B being a midget.

   Whatever the case, I was pretty fuckin' impressed and I stared
spellbound at Miss Nubian Goddess 2000 as she treated me to a dazzling
smile that showed off her pearly-white perfect teeth.

   "Hello there, sweetie," she greeted me with a throaty purr.  "I hope
that nasty little man didn't upset you - I'll make sure he doesn't bother
you again."

   "Uhh... thanks," I replied rather lamely.

   "No need to thank me, sugar," she said while -almost casually- stroking
my thigh, "Us girls need to stick up for one another."

   Besides being incredible hot, there was something special about her...
even a light caress of my thigh from her made me shiver with delight.  And
when I looked at her, I almost forget about the dozen or so other people
surrounding me and feeling me up.

   Her hand on my thigh slid ever so slowly in the direction of my bald
pussy, which at the moment was unoccupied by any fingers.  Breathlessly
watching her hand's progress, I moaned softly when she finally made contact
with my aching cunt.

   Despite the rowdy crowd surrounding us, she seemed to have heard my moan
and gave me another dazzling smile.

   "Poor pussy," she said as she gently stroked my slit, making me moan
again.  "Treated so roughly by that mean man... Well, don't worry, sweetie:
I'll make you feel all better."

   And that's when black Amazon-Lady started expertly fingering my cunt. 
Don't remember much of what happened after that, except that I humped her
fingers like a little slut while the crowd cheered me on and I had an
amazing orgasm towards the end.

   "Uhm... now that you mention it: I do remember her there, after all," I
informed Joyce with a dopey smile.  "Homegirl had her fingers up my snatch
for an extended period of time, so we're pretty well acquainted."

   Mom stared at me amazed.  "You mean... Samantha was among those people
who played with your naked body?"

   "Not only that but she's the one who made me cum."

   "Holy Shit!" Joyce called out.

   "Uh-oh, that's a dollar in the swear jar, mom," I grinned as I reminded
her of the penalties attached to her "No nasty words, except during sex"
rule (which normally only affects me).  "Or ten spanks on your bare ass if
you can't pay up."

   "Now don't go getting flippant with me, young lady," Joyce said with a
smile, "or you'll be the one getting ten of mommy's best on your bare
little butt."

   "Promises, promises," I smiled back.  Actually, it would be a while
before me and my butt would be ready for another spanking, but mom was
obviously no longer upset with me, so I was feeling pretty safe.

   "Cheeky little minx," Joyce said affectionately as she sat me up on her
lap and gave me a warm hug.  I blissfully snuggled into mom's loving
embrace and we happily stayed like that for several minutes.

   Breaking off the hug, mom planted a soft kiss on my forehead followed by
an even softer kiss on the lips.  "Alright, now it's time for you to get
busy, Buffy," she informed me.

   "Didn't we get busy just a few minutes ago?" I replied innocently.

   Mom smirked.  "Very funny... No, I'm talking about getting busy cleaning
up the living room and kitchen, which you messed up."

   "Can't I just do that later tonight or tomorrow, mom?" I asked sweetly.
"I'd much rather stay snuggled up with you while we watch some TV."

   "Yeah, I'm sure you would," Joyce smiled, "but not tonight, honey."

   "Why not?" I questioned, pouting adorably.

   "Well, first of all, you've been a very naughty girl today and I'm not
about to reward your class-skipping behaviour," she sternly informed me. 
"And secondly, Samantha will be dropping by later tonight, and I want this
living room to be squeaky clean by the time she arrives.  I'd also would
like to eat something before she gets here... some of us haven't been
stuffing our face with pizza all day, you know."

   "I know... I'm sorry, mommy," I said repentantly.

   "That's okay, sweetheart," she told me, putting her arms around me and
planting another kiss on my forehead.  "You've been punished for your bad
behaviour and so mommy's no longer mad at you."

   One of her hands slid down my back to my butt, and began gently rubbing
my still sore buttocks.  "But you better get started on cleaning up this
mess or else mommy's gonna have to spank this sweet round ass again, and
I'm guessing you don't want that, now do you, Buffy?"

   "Nope... at least not for a couple of hours," I remarked honestly,
making mom grin.

   "Good, then get your cute little butt into motion," Joyce instructed
while lifting me off her lap.

   "I'm going, I'm going," I grumbled as she lightly swatted my bare behind
to send me on my way.  Did I mention I'm not a big fan of doing menial
house tasks?

   Retrieving my t-shirt from the couch cushions, I was about to put it
back on when mom stopped me.  "Just stay the way you are, sweetie," Joyce
told me as she took the shirt from me.  "You'll need to change for
Samantha's visit, anyway."

   Heh.  What did I tell ya: Mrs.  S.  loves watching B walk around
bare-assed.

   Well, I'm cool with that... It actually made this mind-numbing cleaning
chore kinda fun.  Mom was so focussed on peeking at my naughty bits while I
cleaned the room that she almost forgot to eat.  I naturally helped out by
bending over a lot in front of her and making my titties bounce around
whenever I passed her.

   When I vacuumed the couch cushions by bending over the back of the couch
with my legs spread wide and my ass high up in the air, I thought for a
moment she was gonna jump me.  A quick glance across my shoulder picked up
on this predatory look in mom's eyes, which I'm pretty sure wasn't directed
at that slice of pizza she was eating.  And her eyes nearly popped out of
their sockets when the mouthpiece of the vacuum cleaner got "accidentally"
attached to my pussy.  Good thing I had the foresight to put it on a low
setting before that happened.

   All in all, it ended up being a pretty entertaining hour.  Hmm, maybe I
should get one of those sexy French maid outfits for the next time I get
cleaning duty; I always thought B would look cute in that, and I bet Mrs.
S. will get a big kick out of it.

   With my arm around her waist, I rested my head on mom's shoulder as she
led me upstairs, her hand soothingly stroking my bare ass.  We took a nice,
long shower together (the rubbing soap on each other is always my favourite
part) and then went into my bedroom where mom wanted to make sure that I'd
wear an "appropriate" outfit for our guest.  I figured that meant she
wanted me to dress conservatively dull... so imagine my surprise when mom
decided to dress me in my naughty Britney Spears schoolgirl outfit.

   And, yes: "dress me".  Treating me like an oversized Barbie doll, mom
started putting my clothes on me... and when I snottily informed her that I
was perfectly capable of dressing myself, she smacked my ass and told me to
stop "fussing" - whatever the hell that means.  I got the gist of it,
though.  And thusly, treating mom to my very best pout, I meekly let her
dress me up as Lolita Barbie, secretly loving the idea of B being treated
by her mom as Joyce's very own Barbie slut-daughter-doll.

   After dressing me up, mom put on my makeup as well.  Just a few subtle
touches to accent the whole "innocent" schoolgirl look.  Then she stood me
in front of a full-length mirror, so I could check out the end result.  As
usual, mom had outdone herself: B looked sexier than ever.  That Britney
Spears slutty schoolgirl look really works for her.

   Looking every inch the doting mom, Joyce stood close behind with her
arms around me, pointing out some of the improvements she'd made to the
outfit.  For starters, a very sexy see-through black push-up bra that did a
great job of presenting B's firm B-cup breasts, making `em practically pop
out my cleavage-showin', belly-baring tight white blouse.  And the plaid
mini-skirt was at least an inch shorter than before - and it was already
pretty damn short to begin with.  Coincidentally, the heels of my shiny
leather Mary Janes were an inch or so higher than before.  So I guess it
all evens out in the end.

   The only clothing that stayed the same were my knee-high socks and the
cute little vest.  After mom put my hair in pigtails, I looked every inch
the Lolita schoolgirl slut, and she proudly told me so.

   "Yeah, loving the outfit, mom... but is this really the right thing for
me to wear when meeting your big shot D.O.M.S.  friend?" I questioned
doubtfully.  I didn't want to do anything else that might ruin mom's
chances to join that boring business chicks club.

   "Considering what happened between you and Samantha during your streak
through Sunnydale, I think this is the PERFECT outfit for you to wear
during her little visit," a wickedly smiling Joyce replied as she cupped my
half-exposed titties, giving `em an affectionate little squeeze.

   Heh.  Okay, I think I get where this is going.  Mrs.  S.  really is my
kinda gal!

   I smiled wickedly back at her in the mirror.  "I'm guessing that means
you wanna go all NC-17 on her ass?" I asked, suggestively wiggling my
eyebrows.

   "More like totally unrated, Buffy," Mom giggled, before turning serious.
"But only if you're totally okay with it, because otherwise I'll just--"

   "Are you kidding me," I cut in.  "You know I love slutting it up for
you, mom!"

   Joyce giggled again.  "I know, honey," she hugged me tightly.  "You're
mommy's sweet, beautiful, slutty little girl!"

   Awww, she always knows just what to say to make me feel all warm and
fuzzy inside.

   "But are you really sure you won't mind mommy pimping out your hot
little body for a D.O.M.S.  membership?"

   "It's actually a really big turn-on, mom," I shyly confessed.

   Joyce grinned at me in the mirror.  "You really love being mommy's
little bitch, don't ya, sweetheart," she stated seductively while pinching
one of my hard nipples (now proudly poking out above the bra cups) and
stroking my bald slit beneath the ultra-short miniskirt.

   "Oh, yes, mommy!  I really, REALLY do!" A shudder of delight travelled
up my spine, and I could've happily stayed in mom's warm, loving arms like
this for the rest of the night... Or better yet: naked, on all fours, with
mom pounding every one of my fuckholes with that big-ass strap-on dildo
till there's no doubt left that I'm truly and totally her bitch.

   But it looked like things were gonna get even more exciting than that as
the doorbell suddenly rang!

   "That must be Samantha," mom glanced at my alarm clock.  "She's a bit
early, but I think that's a good sign: she's probably impatient to see you
again, Buffy."

   "Can't wait to see her again, either," I replied, once again recalling
that gorgeous Nubian Goddess finger-fucking me to a mind-blowing orgasm in
front of all those people - wouldn't mind gettin' some more of THAT!

   We quickly went downstairs to greet Joyce's distinguished guest, but
instead of opening the door right away, mom made a beeline for her coat and
pulled something from one of the pockets... a big red lollipop?  WTF?

   She handed it to me with a big smile on her face, "Here ya go,
sweetheart, enjoy!"

   I looked puzzled at the lollipop I was holding... then a grin formed on
my lips as I got it.  Mom was really going for the ultimate Lolita look
here.  Giving her a smile and a wink, I ripped off the cellophane wrapping
and began licking my lollipop.

   Winking back at me, mom walked to the door and opened it.  "Hello,
Samantha!" she cheerfully greeted her guest, who looked fabulous (if
perhaps, somewhat overdressed) in a sleek, expensive-looking evening gown
that did a great job of showing off the stunning black MILF's best assets:
endlessly long, perfectly formed legs and an even bigger set of tits than
Queen C's.

   "Hello, Joyce!  It's..." Samantha's voice halted mid-sentence and her
eyes grew wide when she saw me standing in the hallway in my sexy catholic
schoolgirl uniform, looking the perfect perverted picture of innocence as I
licked my lollipop while shyly glancing up at her.

   "...good to see you again," she finished, switching her gaze back to
Joyce with obvious effort.

   The two women kissed each other on the cheek, and Mrs.  S.  stepped back
to let her friend enter.  "Please, come in."

   Hmm, need to remind mom to stop with the verbal invites.

   As the gorgeous Amazon entered our home, she once again focused her
intense gaze on me.  Joyce was naturally aware of her friend's obvious
interest in her daughter and looked pretty pleased with herself.  "Sam, you
remember my daughter Buffy?" she (a little too) innocently said.

   "I certainly do," Samantha confirmed as she hungrily raked her eyes up
and down my scantily-clad body, without even tryin' to hide that she was
checkin' me out.

   Walking up to me, she intimately put her hands on shoulders.  "How are
you, sweetie?" she gently asked while smiling down at me (although that
predatory look in her eyes kinda nullified her smile).

   "Uhm... pretty good, ma'am," I shyly responded.  And for once this
wasn't an act.  I felt both awed and intimidated by this beautiful black
Amazonian lady - she literally towered over me, which isn't that hard to do
with B, but still... she's at least a foot taller than me... and so fuckin'
stunning.  She was also giving off this kinda domineering vibe, which I
instantly responded to.  I pretty much developed an instant crush on her.

   Perhaps aware of the effect she was having on me, her smile grew bigger
and she gently, almost unnoticeably, started rubbing my shoulders.  I never
knew you could give someone an erotic shoulder rub, but she definitely did,
in a way that made my knees grow weak.  Seriously, I just wanted to drop
down on my knees and worship her.  The feeling was so intense that I
started to wonder if something Hellmouth-y was goin' on.

   Or maybe it has something to do with my mommy-issues.  That and the fact
that she's freakin' gorgeous.

   "That's a really pretty outfit you're wearing, Buffy," she kindly told
me, smiling amused as her eyes took in my half exposed teen titties. 
Turning to mom, she remarked, "I didn't know Buffy's attending a private
school."

   "She doesn't," Joyce wryly replied.  "After your phone call this
afternoon, I rushed home and caught her not only skipping class, but also
dancing around for her scummy boyfriend in this slutty outfit."

   After telling this big fat lie (well, half-lie: I did skip class), mom
shook her head sadly, "Honestly, sometimes I don't know what to do with her
anymore.  A good spanking usually gets her attention and has her behaving
like a proper young lady, but not much longer than a week, though.  After
that she starts acting like a naughty little slut again."

   "Mom!" I called out mortified; happily acting the part of snotty spoiled
daughter.  Heh.  I'm really diggin' mom's perverted role-play plan so far.

   "Hush, Buffy," Joyce scolded me, "Naught little girls should keep quiet
while the adults are talking."

   Mrs.  Samantha Stewart meanwhile was eatin' this shit up with a spoon.
She `tsked' at me in a disapproving manner and just like mom, shook her
head sadly... but was unable to hide a smirk.  "She IS legally an adult
though, right?" she questioned while toying with one of my pigtails.

   "Even though you can't tell from the way she's been acting, Buffy's
eighteen years old and a freshman in college," Joyce answered.

   "She looks a lot younger," Samantha thoughtfully observed.

   "Yes, well, pigtails and a catholic schoolgirl uniform will often do
that," mom dryly noted.

   Samantha giggled at that.

   "And she's being led astray by a bad boy boyfriend... Well, that's
certainly nothing new, but it doesn't make it any less serious.  Something
like this could really screw up her life."

   "I know!" Joyce exclaimed, "She's constantly cutting class to be with
this guy, not to mention acting like a complete slut for him."

   "Mooommm!" I called out again, even whinier than before.

   "DON'T speak unless you're spoken to, Buffy," mom sternly admonished me,
making me shut my bratty mouth again.

   "Let's go into the living room, Sam... I'll pour you a drink and we can
discuss this further."

   "That sounds great," the tall beauty queen responded.  Smiling down at
me, she casually slid one of her hands down my back and turned me to the
direction of the living room.  When mom walked by us, her hand slid down to
my ass, first squeezing it through my short little skirt and then slapping
it.  Like a good little girl, I meekly allowed her to manhandle my butt.

   Encouraged by my docile behaviour, Samantha stealthily slipped her hand
beneath my skirt.  I heard a sharp intake of breath when she discovered
that I wasn't wearing panties.

   "Oh my, you really ARE a naughty little slut, Buffy Summers," she
mockingly purred into my ear as her long nimble fingers reacquainted
themselves with my bald little slit.

   "Y-yes, ma'am," I breathlessly replied as one of her fingers slid inside
me and another one tickled my clit.

   Much too soon, her hand abandoned my hot pussy and applied another spank
to my already overheated butt-cheeks.  The domineering black beauty then
kinda herded me into the living room with a series of spanks.

   Even if she didn't see Samantha feeling me up, Mom must've noticed that
her friend was using my butt as a bongo with the way I galloped into the
room, squealing like a little bitch.  But she'd obviously decided to play
it cool.  Handing her friend a huge frosty glass of margarita, Joyce
casually remarked how well Samantha and me were getting along, joking
around together like this.

   Samantha grinned at me as I rubbed my stinging behind and pouted
adorably.  "She's certainly a handful," the dark dominatrix declared after
taking a sip from her drink.  Yeah, she should know - she just got a
handful of my teenage snatch.  "But I've raised two teenaged daughters of
my own and I know how to handle them.  Keep `em on a tight leash while
providing them with strict, yet loving care."

   Hmm, if Big Black Dom handles her daughters the way she just handled me
then I'd really like to have a sleepover at her house.

   The two beautiful MILFs sat down on the couch together, sipping their
margaritas, while Samantha shared some more of her views on child raising,
or more specifically: disciplining naughty teens.

   I wasn't sure what to do while the two women talked.  I wasn't allowed
to speak, so that pretty much left as only option sitting there quietly and
listening, which isn't exactly one of my strong points.  And I didn't feel
really like sitting anyway... Mom and her hairbrush had done an excellent
job of reigniting the flaming heat that plagued my poor, mistreated
posterior since fangboy's brutal belt-whipping.

   So I just stood there hopping impatiently from foot to foot while
licking my cherryflavoured lollipop, which by the way tasted delicious. 
Definitely gotta ask mom to get some more of these.  My two favourite MILFs
meanwhile cheerfully traded daughterdisciplining tips like cake recipes,
occasionally gazing at me with smouldering eyes.  Listening to them talk
about punishing naughty girls was gettin' me really worked up, and I
desperately hoped that one of them would suggest that as punishment I'd
hafta eat their pussies while getting screwed from behind with big fat
strap-on.  That'll teach me!

   I perked up when the conversation switched to punishing me.  They both
looked at me with hunger in their eyes, obviously just as eager as me to
get to the good stuff.

   "Did you already spank her for her latest transgression?" Samantha
questioned.

   "I sure did!  Treated her to a thorough session with my hairbrush,"
Joyce stated with obvious satisfaction.  "Buffy, come closer and show Mrs.
Steward what a good job mommy did on your naughty bare bottom," she
casually instructed me.

   I looked at her wide-eyed, before whining in a convincingly pathetic
way, "But Mooommm!!  I can't just show her m-my bare bottom!"

   "You can't show her your bare bottom?!" Joyce repeated indignantly,
really getting into her role.  "You've shown half of Sunnydale your naked
EVERYTHING, you little hussy!  Including Samantha here.  Now show us that
naughty naked butt of yours or mommy will fetch the strap and REALLY give
you something to cry about."

   "*sniff* Yes, mommy," I meekly replied, wiping away a nonexistent tear.

   I stepped closer till I was practically on their laps and slowly turned
around.  Bending down a bit, I made a big show of "reluctantly" raising my
little skirt inch by inch, till finally B's cute red butt was fully exposed
to the two strict moms.

   Samantha whistled appreciatively.  "No wonder she'd rather stay on her
feet."

   "Yes, it's gonna be a while before my dear daughter will be able to sit
comfortably again," Joyce said with a chuckle.

   I gasped when I suddenly felt a hand on my ass.

   "Just feel how hot her naughty butt still is," mom offered, while
lightly squeezing my left butt-cheek.  She'd barely finished speaking
before another hand was feeling up the right one.

   "Oh my!  It's practically *glowing*.  You certainly did a thorough job
here, Joyce.  And you even reddened the inside of her crack, I see."

   "Yes, I don't believe in half-measures.  Whenever I spank her, every
inch of her ass gets it," mom proudly declared.

   Their two hands pushed in opposite directions, spreading by buttocks and
revealing my tight little bunghole to their probing eyes.

   "Oh!  I see what you mean: not even her little asshole got away
unscathed."

   "So what do you think, Sam... should I leave it at this, or do I give
her some additional discipline lessons?"

   "Well, that IS one well-punished naughty bottom... but on the other hand
I remember you telling me that a spanking doesn't have much of an effect on
her anymore these days."

   "Hmm, that's right."

   "And walking around bare-assed in public as well as skipping class to do
naughty stuff with her boyfriend are both very serious transgressions,
which I think should be dealt with in a very special way."

   "Well, I'm open to suggestions."

   The domineering black mom lightly smacked me on the ass.  "Perhaps it
would be wise to discuss Buffy's punishment a bit more privately."

   "Good idea," mom agreed.  "The punishment will probably be more
effective if it comes as a surprise." And then she also slapped my butt. 
"Buffy, go stand in the far right corner of the room.  And keep that skirt
up!"

   "Yes, ma'am," I obediently replied.  Smiling excitedly, I made sure to
wiggle my bare ass plenty as I scurried over to the corner.

   Now this was lookin' more like it!  Me standing in the corner like a
naughty girl with my bare Buffy butt on display while mom and her beautiful
best friend talk about all the nasty things they're gonna be doin' to me. I
really, really hope a strap-on dildo will be involved somehow!

   Naturally, I tried to eavesdrop, but they were whispering and even with
slayer hearing it was hard to make out what they're saying.  And I didn't
try very hard since I also kinda wanted my "punishment" to be a surprise.
However, I did catch some interesting little snippets, like, "humiliation
would be a big part of her punishment" and "training her", which really got
my imagination goin'.  So when mom finally summoned me back, my pussy was
sopping wet and I was trembling with anticipation.

   Standing at attention in front of the smiling MILFs, I squirmed
excitedly as their roving eyes swept up and down my sexy borrowed body. 
After almost an entire tension-building minute of this, Joyce cleared her
throat and said, "Samantha and I talked it over and have come up with an
appropriate punishment for your scandalous behaviour.  Though the
punishment may seem a bit... unorthodox, we both believe that it will give
you a muchneeded attitude adjustment and help you get back on the right
path."

   "But mooommm!" I said, once again employing my most annoying whine.  "I
already learned my lesson.  I won't do it again.  I promise!"

   Joyce shook her head sadly.  "I'm sure you mean that now, Buffy.  But in
a week or so, you'll have forgotten all about it and you'll be back to
skipping class and acting like a little slut again for that asshole Spike."

   "Is Spike her boyfriend?" Samantha curiously questioned.

   "Yes, and a real bad boy dirtbag he is," mom said with venom in her
voice.

   Wow!  That's some damn fine acting mom's doing; I hope I can keep up
with her.  Let's see... how would B respond to this?

   "Mooommm!  Don't talk about Spike that way!  He LOVES me!  And I love
him.  We're soulmates and I'm sure we'll be married someday."

   Heh.  Not even B herself could've talked better Buffy-bullshit than
that! And judging from that big grin Joyce is tryin' to hide, she agrees.

   Mom and Samantha exchanged eye rolls at my dramatics.  "See what I have
to deal with?" Joyce said with a weary voice.

   "Hmm, yes, she's really got it bad for him, the poor girl.  I'm afraid
this means we'll have to take things even further than we planned."

   "Whatever it takes," Joyce determinedly replied, causing a wicked smile
to appear on Samantha's face (which mom didn't see cuz she was looking at
me).

   "Very good, Joyce," the gorgeous black MILF said, putting a comforting
arm around mom's shoulder.  "I know this can't be easy for you.  I wish
more parents were as committed to raising their children right."

   Just like me, mom seemed to have a pretty big crush on the tall,
distinguished beautiful black woman.  Practically melting into Samantha's
embrace, she soaked up her friend's validation and support like a needy
sponge.  If this is still just an act then that woman deserves a freakin'
Oscar.  Seriously!

   After bestowing a worshipping gaze unto her lady friend, mom switched
her eyes back to lil ol' me.  "Come sit down, Buffy," she said, patting her
lap.

   Not wanting to seem too eager to sit on my mommy's lap, I gazed
hesitantly at Mrs.  S.  for a moment, then shrugged and hopped unto her
lap. I hadn't exactly been concerned about sitting down in a "lady-like
manner" and I noticed that my little skirt had ridden up, treating Samantha
to an excellent view of my bald cunny.  Naturally, I pretended like I
didn't know I was playing peek-a-boo with my privates and happily licked my
lolly while looking with wide-eyed innocence at the two beautiful moms.

   Heh.  So far, I'm really lovin' mom's twisted little role-playin'
plan... If I'd known how much more exciting these games become when
including a third (unsuspecting) party, I would have suggested to Joyce
that I invite Red and her busty blonde girlfriend for a "sleepover".  Then
mom could "accidentally" walk in on us in the middle of a nasty lesbian
fuck-fest, act all shocked and upset, and then punish us good.

   "You know mommy loves you, don't ya, sweetheart?" Joyce questioned with
a loving smile as she stroked my hair.

   "Yes, mommy," I mumbled shyly while mentally filing the sleepover idea
away for future fun.

   "And you trust me to do what's best for you?"

   "Yes, mommy," I repeated in my meek little girl's voice.

   "Good girl," Mom nodded approvingly, and so did her friend.  Judging
from the fascinated expression on Miss Nubian Goddess' face she was really
enjoying our little show.  "I want you to keep that in mind when we're
punishing you."

   "So you and Mrs.  Stewart are REALLY gonna punish me?" I asked while
trying to appear convincingly concerned.

   "Yes, Buffy, I'm afraid so.  You've been a very naughty these last few
weeks..."

   Heh.  You don't know how right you are!

   "And since a simple spanking no longer makes much of an impression on
you, Samantha and I have decided that much sterner measures are needed to
keep you on the straight path." Mom shot me one of those stern, yet loving
looks she's so good at.  "Now this isn't gonna be easy, for either of us.
The punishment we've come up with may seem...  strange, overly harsh,
humiliating, and even a little wicked..."

   Hmm, that's too bad, I was hoping for a LOT wicked.

   "Just remember that I love you and I'm doing this for your own good,"
she finished.

   "I will, mom," I sweetly said.  "I may not show it often enough, but I'm
really grateful that you put so much effort in raising me right."

   Giving me a big, loving smile, mom hugged me and gave me a kiss - on the
lips - right in front of her friend!  It was a closemouthed kiss, but
still. Gutsy move, mom.

   "You're welcome, sweetie," she whispered as she held me tightly.  I saw
that the other Mrs.  S.  was watching us with a sappy smile on her face. 
Heh.  Never would've pegged her for the sentimental type.

   "OK, punishment time now, honey," mom informed me after ending the hug.

   "Yes, ma'am," I submissively replied.

   Eager to get things going, I got up and once again stood at attention
before them, awaiting my well-deserved and hopefully kinky punishment.  I
was expecting some kinda kinky corporal punishment, but mom managed to
surprise me.

   "Do you recall that slutty dance I saw you do in your little jailbait
schoolgirl outfit, Buffy?" Joyce sweetly inquired.

   "Uhhh... yes, ma'am?" I said, slightly puzzled.

   "Well, we figured that a good way to begin your punishment would be by
having you repeat your performance... with us as your captive audience."

   Calling upon B's impressive ability to blush at the drop of a hat, I
turned my cheeks an attractive shade of red.

   "But mo-o-om!  That-that's, like, really intimate, meant only for my
lover's eyes," I responded with Buffy-like dramatics.

   Mom shrugged.  "I know it'll be embarrassing, Buffy.  But like I said,
this isn't going to be easy - punishments aren't supposed to be."

   "Yeah, I know, but--but I was taking my clothes off during that dance,"
I said in an embarrassed whisper while turning my blush up a notch.

   "I don't see why that's a problem since we've both already seen you
bare-assed naked," she reminded me.

   And I'd be more than happy to dance bare-assed naked for them if that's
what mom wants (and it obviously is), but I was feeling a bit competitive
and I wanted her to work for it.

   "But-but..." I was about to try another excuse when mom interrupted me.

   "Let me put it another way: either you'll dance to that Britney Spears'
song, or you'll dance to the beat of my belt," she pleasantly informed me.
"What's it gonna be, sweetheart?"

   Not willing to give up so easily, I thought fast.

   "Hold on... I CAN'T really repeat that dance I did before," I declared.
"Something is missing."

   Joyce raised an eyebrow.  "Quit stalling, Buffy, nothing is missing. 
You're wearing the same outfit and the Britney Spears CD is already in the
stereo.  And if you're referring to your scummy boyfriend - we really don't
need him."

   "Actually we do.  Or at least, his lap, cause that's what's missing," I
innocently brought up.

   "Huh?"

   "I ended my performance with a lap dance, remember?" I announced with a
triumphant smirk.  Heh.  In your face, mom!  (which, coincidentally, is how
the last lap dance I did for Mrs.  S.  ended: with me sitting on her face).

   Joyce smirked back, a sparkle in her eyes.  She was obviously enjoying
this as much as me.  "Thanks for reminding me, sweetie, I must've blocked
that part out... Oh well, since we're going for an exact repeat of that
slutty striptease you did, I guess we'll just have Samantha sit in for
Spike."

   "Now wait a freakin' second... not only do you want me to strip naked,
you also want me to give Mrs.  Stewart a lap dance?!" I recapped in a
high-pitched voice, sounding exactly like B does whenever her royal
bitchiness feels she's being unfairly treated (which is most of the time).

   "That's right," Joyce calmly responded.  "At least if you don't mind,
Samantha?" she added, giving her friend a questioning look.

   Naturally, Samantha didn't mind at all.  "I'll be more than happy to
assist in anything that might help bring Buffy back on the right path," she
sanctimoniously said.

   Heh.  Yeah, I'll bet you are... especially if "the right path" includes
me rubbing my naked body all over you.

   Uh-oh!  Mom got this wicked gleam in her eyes, I noticed, which usually
means she's come up with something really twisted.  I watched intently as
she leaned over to whisper something in her friend's ear.

   I wasn't trying to eavesdrop this time, but my ears still picked up on
the word "strap-on" and seeing Samantha's eyes grow wide I'm pretty sure I
heard right.

   "Seriously?!" the gorgeous black MILF questioned intrigued.

   Sending me a quick, lustful look, Joyce turned back to her friend with a
big grin on her face and nodded.  She whispered some more and Samantha got
that same hungry, horny expression as mom.

   When the whispering stopped, they both looked at me with aforementioned
hungry/horny expressions, which was a tad disturbing but also a huge
turn-on.

   Pretending like that little secret exchange they just had didn't happen,
mom smiled sweetly at me.  "See, problem solved, sweetie; Samantha is
totally on board with it.  Oh, and I also think I know how to make this a
little easier for you."

   "You're all gonna be wearing blindfolds?" I questioned sarcastically,
making them grin.

   "Nope," Joyce replied, as she grabbed a huge pitcher of margarita and
refilled their empty glasses, "I'm going to give you a little liquid
courage." From out of nowhere, she made a third glass appear and filled it
to the brim with that ice-cold wonderful alcoholic ambrosia named
"margarita", and then handed it to me.  "Now you know that normally I don't
allow you to drink alcohol, but just for tonight I'll make an exception."

   Don't really know how getting me drunk fits in with "putting me back on
the right path", but I wasn't about to look a gifted margarita in the
mouth.

   "Wow!  Muchos gracias, mom." I gratefully grabbed the glass and downed
the entire drink in one go like I just came crawling out of a dessert.

   Mom looked at me through narrowed eyes.  "Well, that certainly went down
easily.  It kinda looks like you've done this before, Buffy."

   "Uhm... beginners luck?" I lamely said, making the black Mrs.  S.  snort
with laughter.

   "Yeah, I'm sure that's it," was my Mrs.  S's sceptical reply.  "We'll
continue this discussion at another time, sweetie.  Now it's time for you
to dance for us."

   I grimaced, just to remind them that I wasn't eager at all to show off
my tight sexy body.  Putting on my best pout (to really drive that point
home), I dragged my feet over to the stereo and turned it on.

   As soon as the catchy bubblegum pop of Lolita supreme Britney Spears
filled the air, I went from poor punished princess to sex-kitten
schoolgirl. With my back to the two moms, I raised my hands in the air
(like I just don't care) and sexily shook my firm little ass to the sound
of the beat.

   Loosing all inhibition (not that I had a whole lot to begin with), I
danced around the room in an even more sexed up way than Britney in her
soft-porn music videos.  About 30 seconds into the first song, I slipped
off my vest... 30 seconds after that I stripped off my blouse, tossing it
to mom as I thrust out my bra-clad B-cups and gave `em a good jiggle for my
captivated audience.

   Really love what that wonder-bra is doing for B's titties, but it's time
to lose it, I decided after dancing around half-dressed for a minute or so.
Sending a sultry look to the mesmerized MILFs, I unhooked the bra and
yanked it off while quickly covering up the goodies with my left arm.

   Keepin' the girls hidden, I teasingly whipped the bra around above my
head while shakin' my booty and shimmying up and down.  When I finally let
go of the bra, it sailed straight over Samantha's head; she made a quick
grab for it and plucked it right out of the air.  Nice reflexes, babe!

   I slowed down my dancing and acted all nervous and shy as I looked back
and forth at my hand-covered boobs and the two attentively watching moms.
After a long, fake moment of hesitation, I closed my eyes and raised my
arms, revealing my bare boobies to my appreciative audience.

   The two Mrs.  S's greeted my topless titties with applause.

   Opening my eyes again, I got over my pretend shyness really quick.  It
didn't take long till I was happily shaking my tits in their flushed faces
as I danced around unrestrained on top of the coffee table (nimbly evading
the pitcher of margarita and glasses).  Whenever I faced away from them,
I'd toss up my miniskirt, treating the tipsy MILFs to a teasing glimpse of
my naked lil tush.

   I yelped when someone suddenly pinched my bottom when my back was
turned. Swiftly turning back around, I saw them giggling and whispering to
each other like a couple of giddy schoolgirls as they excitedly ogled me. I
also noticed they'd already finished their second glass of margarita and
were well on their way working down a third.  Hmm, gotta hand it to them:
they're really nailin' the sleazy stripclub customer act.

   I was getting really turned on by this, so I wanted to speed things up a
bit.  After doing another lengthy tit-jiggle-bounce for the girls, I yanked
off my skirt just as I turned around again.  With my back to them, I sexily
shook my now totally naked butt.

   "That's it!  Shake that ass, slut!" Joyce suddenly called out.  Heh. 
Sounds like the booze and excitement were getting to her as well `cause I'm
pretty sure that wasn't part of her well thought out "conservative mother
worrying about her out-of-control spoiled daughter" role-play.

   Mom's crude catcall was all the encouragement Mrs.  Nubian Goddess
needed to join in, "And show us that bald twat while you're at it!"

   They leaned against each other laughing before gulping down the last bit
of booze in their glasses.  Whoa!  Hope they don't pass out on me.  Seeing
mom reach out for margarita pitcher again, I decided to distract her.

   "Hey mom, look at this!" I called out.

   Her hand froze in midair and she watched fascinated as I spanked my own
ass to the beat of the music while slowly spreading my legs.  Then I leaned
down till I was looking back between my wide-spread legs at the somewhat
sloshed spellbound moms.  Giving `em a wink, I pried my butt-cheeks apart
and treated them to a Grade-A view of both my fuckholes.

   After holding this pose for a good 10 seconds, I smoothly straightened
just as a new song started.  Wearing only my socks and high-heeled shoes, I
began dancing to the beat of "Oops!  ... I Did It Again".

   Employing my sexiest moves, I danced around bare-assed naked for the
horny MILFs.  The way they were looking at me kinda reminded of those
cartoon characters with their eyes bugging out and their tongue rolling out
whenever they see a sexy girl.  I grinned as I pictured them doing the same
- with the appropriate sound effects.

   When the next song started, I squatted down on the table and leaned back
with my legs spread wide, givin' the gals a great view of my bald snatch.

   "That's great!  Now spread those pussy-lips and show us some pink!"
Samantha excitedly suggested.

   I looked over at mom to see what she thought of this and wasn't
surprised that she agreed 100% with her friend's lewd suggestion.  "Do what
she says, Buffy.  Let us look inside that pretty bald pussy."

   Well, that's pretty much all the encouragement I needed!

   Lying back on the table, I pulled my legs up and spread `em wide,
treating the mesmerized moms to a nice split.  Looking them straight in the
eyes, I stuck out my little pink tongue and lustfully licked my lips before
reaching down and using two fingers from each hand to pull apart my
pussy-lips.

   As one, the two Mrs.  S's leaned forward till their flushed, excited
faces were only inches away from my wide-spread snatch.  I could actually
*feel* their hot breath on my moist pussy.

   "Well, she certainly no virgin, that's for sure," Samantha succinctly
observed.

   "Yeah, and I'm betting Spike's not the only prick that got into my
little girl's snatch." I gasped when a couple of fingers were
unceremoniously inserted into my slit.  "Just look at how easily she takes
my fingers - that's a pussy with plenty of practice."

   Samantha drunkenly snickered as mom brazenly fingered me in front of
her. I watched dazedly as she tentatively reached out and stroked my
swollen pussy-lips.  She hungrily licked her lips and turned to Joyce, "Is
it okay if I also..." she hesitatingly asked, her meaning pretty clear as
she excitedly eyed mom's fingers probing my wide-open cunt.

   "Sure, go ahead, plenty of room here," mom grinned, pushing her fingers
further inside me as to proof her point.

   I watched with growing excitement and disbelief as the beautiful black
Amazon's fingers joined mom's inside my pussy.  Holy Fuck!  This lil
shindig is getting X-rated a lot sooner than I expected.

   I grunted as their fingers rubbed my vagina-walls and probed around
inside of me.  Almost instinctively I started humping their fingers.

   The two MILFs giggled at my enthusiastic reaction.

   "My, that's one eager beaver," Samantha said, a big grin on her face as
her long fingers fully explored my love box.  "So hot and wet..."

   "That's one *slutty* beaver," Joyce corrected, trying (but kinda
failing) to sound disapproving.  "Just look at her shamelessly humping our
fingers - I bet she wishes it's her boyfriend's cock."

   SMACK!!!  -- Mom slapped my ass.  "You really love that dirtbag's dick,
don't ya, sweetheart?"

   "Oh yeah!" I groaned as I grinded my hot pussy against their deeply
penetrating digits.  "I love Spike big, fat cock.  It's ten inches of pure
heaven!"

   "Damn!  Ten inches, for real?!" Samantha exclaimed surprised.

   "Uh-huh," I proudly confirmed.

   "My little girl sure knows how to pick `em," Joyce said with a wry smile
as she pulled her fingers out of my pussy.  Samantha somewhat reluctantly
did the same.

   I sighed disappointedly; I had been *this close* to cumming.

   "You know, at first I never would've thought it's possible that this
little slip of a girl would be able to take a ten inch cock," Samantha
remarked.  "But now that I've seen how easily our four fingers fit inside
her, I have no difficulty believing it."

   Joyce snorted.  "Believe me, she had plenty of practice." And slapped my
ass again.

   "Ouch!  Mommy-y-y!" I whined; trying to rub my stinging ass while
keeping my pussylips spread.

   "How much practice?" Samantha wanted to know.  "Like how many boyfriends
has she had so far?"

   "Well, no more than 2 or 3 actual boyfriends, I think," mom answered for
me.  "But I'm sure she had a lot more than 2 or 3 different dicks inside of
her."

   "Mo-o-om!" I called out, trying to sound mortified; which wasn't easy
considering it's kinda hard to act self-conscious about your love life
around two people who just had their fingers up your snatch.

   "Now don't start acting all shy all of a sudden, sweetheart," mom
admonished me.  "Tell mommy and your auntie Samantha exactly how many nasty
boys have put their big hard cocks inside your sweet little pussy."

   "I'm not gonna tell you that!"

   "Really?  Does mommy need to bring out the punishment strap?" Joyce
sweetly inquired.

   I pouted.  "Alright, alright, I'll tell ya!"

   Tearing their gazes away from my wide-spread twat for a moment, the two
moms looked at me expectantly.

   "Only a dozen or so," I finally confessed in a defensive tone.

   Samantha looked amused while mom raised her eyebrows.  "How much,
exactly, is "a dozen or so"."

   "Like... eighteen," I clarified while making myself blush again. 
Actually, *I* fucked 18 guys so far - I'm not sure what B's current score
is.

   Joyce narrowed her eyes at me.  "You're 18 years old and you already
fucked 18 guys?!  You naughty little tramp, you deserve this punishment
even more than I thought!"

   "Yes, mommy," I meekly replied, eager to receive more of this
"punishment".

   Both moms smiled.  They obviously love the docile daughter act, so I
decided to lay it on even thicker.  "I'm sorry I've been such a big slut
and I promise that I'll accept whatever punishment you wanna give me."

   Oh yeah, they REALLY liked hearing that!  Their smiles grew bigger and
they gave each other this kinda wicked, conspiring look.

   "I'm glad that you're so willing to accept your just punishment, Buffy,"
Joyce sympathetically said.  "It's a positive sign that you're finally
becoming more mature."

   I gave her a grateful smile to let `em know how much of a submissive
slut B really is.  "Thank you, mommy," I said in a simpering tone,
meanwhile congratulating myself on not laughing.

   "Good girl," mom smiled.  "Now why don't you finish your slutty dance
and then we'll continue your punishment."

   Oh, right, my "slutty dance" - I almost forgot about that and was kinda
surprised that the music was still playing.  It seemed like I've been
holding myself open for almost an entire hour while the two Mrs.  S
inspected, discussed, and prodded my gaping cunt-hole, but in reality I'm
guessing no more than 5 minutes went by.

   Slipping back into sex-kitten-schoolgirl mode, I lustfully licked my
lips while sliding one hand up my belly towards my perky boobs.  Stroking
and groping the girls with one hand, I tickled my slit with the other while
giving the hot mommas an intense passionate look.

   Lifting my legs straight up in the air, I slowly brought `em together
and then flipped backwards, right off the table and unto my feet.  This
move was no biggie for me, but it sure as hell impressed the pants off my
adoring audience, especially the 2nd Mrs.  S.  who didn't know about my
special slayer abilities.

   I danced around the room for the rest of the song before crawling back
on the table and then right up unto Miss Nubian Goddess' lap.  She quickly
put down her drink and her hand sneakily groped my ass on its way back.

   Heh.  That's something *I* would do!  I'm really likin' this woman.

   Winking at her, I folded my hands behind my head and shook my titties to
the beat of the song.  Samantha stared intently at my wildly jiggling
funbags, getting more and more turned on.

   Placing my hands on the couch at either side of her head, I slowly
leaned forwards till my bare b-cup boobies were touching her luscious
double D's.  Looking intently into her lustfilled eyes, I gently rubbed my
rock-hard nips in tiny circles around her much-larger nipples, which were
sticking out like little pebbles beneath her silky dress.  Groaning softly,
I then pressed my tits firmly against hers before pulling back and
teasingly shaking `em around some more.  At the same time, I started
grinding my tight little butt against her crotch.

   Having excitedly watched her daughter dry-hump her friend, mom got up
and left the room.  I figured she probably needed to use the bathroom after
working down 4 margaritas.  Anyhow, the moment mom stepped out of the room
Samantha had her hands all over me.  One hand was enthusiastically groping
my ass while the other fondled my titties.

   Obviously, I had no problem with her hands-on approach; I happily let
her have her way with me.  After about a minute of fervently feeling me up,
she moved her hand from my ass to my upper-back, and gently pulled me in
while lowering her face towards mine.  And then she kissed me... in a way
that reminded me of mom.

   Very gently, her full lips caressed mine and she planted several
feather-light kisses.  After about half a minute of this the kiss turned
more urgent and she suddenly slipped me the tongue.  As our tongues played
tag in each other's mouth, her hand slid down from my titties and ended up
between my legs.  Her long fingers tenderly stroked my swollen slot several
times before slipping inside.

   Then things got REALLY hot as she practically plundered my mouth with
her tongue while her fingers did the same to my pussy.  And that's when mom
walked back into the room.

   Now you'd kinda think that Samantha's reaction would be much the same as
a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar but instead she remained cool
as a cucumber.  Breaking off the kiss, she smiled at mom and said, "Did you
get the... necessary accessory?" without even bothering to take her fingers
out of my snatch.

   Smiling back, mom held up a bag which I instantly recognized as the one
she uses to carry our sex-toys around.  "Got it, Sam... And I also brought
a couple of other things that might come in handy."

   Oh man!  I'm really, REALLY likin' the way this is going.

   Mom's gaze dropped down to my finger-filled twat and her smile grew
bigger.  "I see you're already busy preparing Buffy for what's to come."

   "Of course... After all, we don't want her to get hurt," Samantha said
with a drunken giggle, which in turn made mom giggle as well.

   "So... you think she's ready for it?" Joyce questioned, her eyes still
glued to my stuffed snatch.

   "Oh yeah!" Samantha excitedly exclaimed.  "More than ready... her little
teenage twat is dripping wet."

   She was sure right about that!  Haven't been this horny in, like, a day.

   "In that case it's time to make you a bit more... Spike-like, so Buffy
can properly finish her lap dance," mom suggested, smiling wickedly as she
fished an enormous black dildo from the bag.

   Samantha and I stared in awe at the huge strap-on.  At first I thought
mom was holding Mr.  Pokey, our trusty 9-inch silicone fuck-rod, but this
one was even bigger and made out of a firmer material (rubber, I think) -
aside from the colour, it looked a LOT like Spike's big dick.  Mom must've
bought it herself... today on her way home from work probably.  Would've
loved to see that happen.

   After staring at that dildo for a good 30 seconds, I realized that I
should probably say somethin'.  Don't wanna spoil the game by letting
Joyce's lady-friend know that it's pretty normal for my mother to be
carryin' around an enormous strap-on dildo.

   "OhMyGodMom!  Where'd you get THAT?!" I called out, convincingly
mimicking B's high-pitched panicky squeal.

   "I found it hidden in the back of your closet, Buffy," Joyce handily
ad-libbed.  Damn, she's good.  "Together with a whole bunch of other
sex-toys," she added, cleverly explaining whatever else she brought down in
that bag.

   I made a face at mom, which nearly made her break character by laughing.

   "Uhh, I got a perfectly good explanation for that," I lamely said.

   "Really?  Can't wait to hear it."

   The two moms looked at me expectantly.

   "It's, uhh... research I'm doing... for a project... for one of my
classes."

   "Would that be one of those classes you've been skipping?" mom
questioned with a smirk.

   "Uhm... no, another one," I unconvincingly replied.

   Joyce's smirk grew bigger, and Samantha's face pretty much mirrored
mom's.

   "And which class would that be then, honey?" she fake-innocently
inquired.

   "Women's Lib?" I tried.

   "Yeah, nice try, sweetie, but you're not even taking that," mom helped
me out of my misery.  "It's obvious you're even naughtier than we already
knew, which means..."

   "More punishment," I finished with a sigh.

   "Exactly!" mom grinned, givin' me a little wink.

   Looking at her friend, she waved the dildo around.  "Wanna try this on
for size, Sam?" she questioned with a smile.

   The gorgeous dark-skinned MILF beamed back at mom.  "Sure do, looks like
a perfect fit."

   Still a bit dazed from the black beauty's breath-takin' kiss and the
complementary fingerbanging, I stood a bit unsteady as she lifted me off
her lap.  Standing up as well, the Amazonian mom smiled at me and then
matter-of-factly stripped off her gown, leaving her pretty much naked
except for a pair of white-lace panties and her high heels.

   My eyes focussed instantly on her enormous rack, which, because of their
size and the way they proudly stood out without hardly any sag, very much
reminded me of a yummy pair of coconuts.

   Hooking her thumbs in the waistline of her lacy panties, Miss Nubian
Goddess pulled `em teasingly slow down her incredibly long legs.  Tearing
my eyes away from her wonderful big titties, I checked out Sam's snatch.  A
perfect triangle of pubic hair pointed down at a very large (like at least
an inch!), stiff shiny red clit and a pair of big fleshly pussy-lips.  I
smacked my lips, knowing there's a pretty good chance I'd be servicing that
pussy soon.

   My eyes switched back and forth between Sam's juicy-lookin' snatch and
her perfect jugs lotsa times before taking the time to also admire her trim
tummy and her smooth shaven, long slim legs.

   I wasn't the only one impressed with the black MILF's amazing body. 
"Damn, you're hot!" mom exclaimed, her face flushed as she checked out her
friend's luscious form.

   Samantha grinned, obviously pleased by our worshipping looks directed at
her naked body.  "Thanks!  And from what I can see, you're pretty damn hot
yourself, Joyce."

   Mom was visibly flattered and aroused.  Stepping closer, she held out
the enormous dildo with a trembling hand.  "Do you want some help putting
it on?" she questioned with a husky voice.

   "That'd be great," Samantha smiled.

   Taking position behind her very naked, gorgeous friend, Joyce fastened
the strap-on harness to Samantha's waist.  They stood so close their bodies
were touching and at one point mom had to go down on her knees to fasten
the leather straps around her friend's muscular thighs.  I caught her
staring intently at the dark Amazon's firm round ass, and I'm pretty sure
she was seriously considering worshipping those perfect spheres with her
mouth (just like I was).  Mom has a lot more self-control than me, though,
and she managed to neatly finish her task.

   "There!  All nice and snug," Joyce huskily remarked as she stood back
up. "Now it just needs a bit of lube."

   She got out a tube of K-Y Jelly and spurted some on her hand.  Putting a
steadying arm around her friend's belly, mom grabbed a hold of the large
dildo with her gel-covered hand.

   I watched hypnotized as Mrs.  S.  started sliding her hand up and down
the thick rubber rod, kinda like she was treating her friend to a hand-job.
Samantha was probably thinkin' the same thing, judging from the excited
expression on the black MILF's face as she looked down at Joyce's dainty
hand stroking her big black cock.

   Whoa... even though I'm in my birthday-suit, it's sure gettin' hot here.

   "That should do it!" Joyce cheerfully announced as took her hand off the
now shiny black shlong, making me release the breath I hadn't even realized
I was holding.  Sam's reaction was pretty much the same, I noticed.

   "Let's take our seats again so the show can continue," Joyce excitedly
suggested.  Samantha smiled and nodded and they both sat down closely
together on the couch - just like before, except that one of them was now
completely naked.

   Mom turned the music back on and shot me an impish smile.  "Alright
honey... Mrs.  Stewart, as you can see, is now just as well-endowed as your
boyfriend.  So now you can finish your dance for us the same way you did
with Spike."

   "Uhh, mom... this is supposed to be a LAP dance not POLE dancing," I
remarked, making both MILFs giggle.  "Seriously, though... you REALLY want
me to pretend like Mrs.  Stewart is Spike?"

   "That's right, Buffy," Joyce told me, "Like I said before: everything
you did with your scummy boyfriend you're gonna have to repeat in front of
us."

   "Everything?" I gulped.

   "Everything," mom sternly confirmed, "including treating Samantha's cock
like it's your boyfriend's.  And if I feel you're not doing a convincing
enough job, I'll apply my hairbrush to your naughty bare butt as added
incentive."

   "Yes, ma'am," I meekly mumbled.

   Acting all reluctantly and nervous-like, I shuffled my feet and shot shy
glances at the two moms and at the huge ebony prick lewdly sticking out
from the black MILF's crotch.  I kept this up till an impatient Mrs.  S. 
retrieved her hairbrush from her purse and threateningly slapped it against
the palm of her hand.  I took that as my cue to start dancing again and
slowly jiggled my way over to the other Mrs.  S.

   Standing in front of the hot black momma, I shook my titties for her
before slowly twisting around and shakin' my bare booty as well.  Facing
her again, I gave her a sexy smile and bend over slightly till my mouth was
only inches away from her rubber fuckrod.  Putting my hands on her thighs,
I gently rubbed `em while leaning down a little more and placed a single
kiss on the tip of the strap-on shlong.  Gazing into the excited MILF's
eyes, I lusciously licked my lips and started planting a series of sloppy
kisses up & down the dildo's length.

   Giving her thighs a final squeeze, I moved my hands to her knees and
pushed her legs far apart while getting down on my knees between `em.  As I
sank down, I opened my mouth wide and went down on Sam's big rubber dick,
givin' it one of the best fuckin' blowjobs I've ever done in my entire life
(and I've sucked a LOT of dicks).

   "Wow!  Look at her workin' that rubber shlong!  Your daughter sure knows
how to suck cock," Samantha noted with admiration in her voice.

   "Yup, I'm one proud mommy," Joyce giggled, patting my head while taking
another sip of her margarita.

   Even though the two MILFs were already plenty impressed with my mad
cock-suckin' skillz, I was savin' the best for last.  Taking a deep breath,
I went all the way down on the giant strap-on.  I let its long length slip
inside my throat and kept goin' till my nose bumped against Samantha's trim
stomach.

   "Oh My God!  She's actually deepthroating the entire thing!" Samantha
exclaimed in awe.

   "That's my slutty little girl!" mom proudly said, soundin' definitely
drunk now.  "Go ahead and suck that dick good, Buffy!" she happily
encouraged me.  "Show my friend Samantha what a good little cock-sucker you
are."

   And that's what I did... I enthusiastically moved my mouth up and down
the thick fuckpole, makin' lotsa nasty slurping sounds as I hungrily sucked
and licked the fake phallus like a ho in heat.

   Mom could've saved herself the trouble of lubing this baby up `cause I'm
pretty sure most of the K-Y Jelly ended up in my belly, and besides: my
saliva made it plenty slippery.

   Ten minutes of givin' head to an inanimate object is enough, I figured.
Letting the rubber dong slip outta my mouth, I noisily smacked my lips
while givin' the wide-eyed moms my most innocent look.

   The two Mrs.  S.  sat intimately snuggled up together with their arms
around each others shoulders and their heads almost touching as they looked
at me with hungry eyes.  I noticed that mom's right hand was "casually"
touching her friend's right boob, and she looked to be about one margarita
away from startin' a groping session with the busty black beauty.

   "God, Buffy!" Joyce gasped, to excited to think of anything else to say.


   "That was sooo fuckin' HOT!" Samantha sighed, gazing intently at my
swollen blowjob lips.  I teasingly wetted `em with the tip of my tongue,
earning me a groan from the aroused MILF.

   Keepin' that innocent good girl expression on my face, I looked down
anxiously at the big stiff rubber strap-on and then up at the two horny
moms.  "Do you want me to put that big ole cock in my pussy now, mommy?"

   "Yes, sweetheart, I do," was Joyce's instant & eager response.

   "But it looks soooo BIG," I whined in my little girl's voice while
giving the huge dildo an exaggerated wide-eyed look.  "I dunno if it'll
even fit inside my lil slit."

   "I'm sure you'll manage," mom smirked.  "Go on, Buffy, let's see you
ride that rubber monster."

   "Yes, mommy," I meekly said (like any good daughter would) while still
nervously eying the big black fuck-rod like I was dealing with a freakin'
telephone pole.

   "Don't worry, sweetie, I'll give you a hand," Samantha kindly offered.
Turns out she means that literally.  Grabbing my hand, she pulled me unto
her lap and adjusted my body till I was sorta standing/squatting directly
above the towering dildo, and then grabbed my pussy with her other hand.

   She gently squeezed and rubbed my swollen & tender cunt-lips before
sticking a couple of fingers inside my snatch and feeling around inside.

   "Still plenty wet, I see," she grinned while expertly diddling me with
her long, nimble fingers.

   "Yes, Ma'am," I gasped as her fingertips teased my G-spot.

   "That's okay, Buffy," she gently reassured me.  "You can't help being a
slut.  You just need a lot of guidance and discipline so you can learn how
to deal with these feelings in a non-destructive way, and Joyce and I will
gladly act as your teachers."

   `Hey, whatever you say, lady,' I thought while happily humping her hand.
At this point, I just wanted to cum and if Miss Nubian Goddess wanted me to
be their little schoolgirl bitch than that's OK with me.

   "The question is: do you want to become a better person, and are you
willing to obey us?" she questioned, looking at me intently while trusting
her digits deep inside me, making me gasp again - only a lot harder this
time.

   "YES, MA'AM!!" I called out.  "I so wanna be good!  And I'll do whatever
you want!  Just please make me a good girl again!"

   They both chuckled.  "Don't worry, sweetheart, we will," mom said, her
hand gently stroking my cheek.

   I smiled happily in response.

   "Here's the first thing you need to do, Buffy," Samantha said with a
sugar-sweet voice as she pulled her fingers from my snatch.  I looked at
her expectantly.  "Spread your cunt-lips as far as you can, so I can put my
big black cock inside of you," she crudely instructed in the same
sugar-sweet tone.

   Mom giggled.  And I put on a shocked expression, although I'm not sure
how convincing that was at this point.

   Biting my lower-lip, I placed both hands between my legs and used two
fingers from each hand to open up my twat for her.  Eager to please the
gorgeous ebony-skinned MILF, I spread my pussy-lips till they were
painfully far apart and my tiny tender slit became a gaping glistening pink
hole.

   "That's a good girl," Samantha practically purred as she and mom gazed
excitedly at my wide-spread snatch.  Placing a hand on my shoulder, she
gently pressed down till my slit made contact with the enormous strap-on
and then used her other hand to repeatedly slap the rubber rod against my
sensitive swollen clit, making me cry out in pleasure & pain.

   "Now let's see your sweet pussy swallow my cock like it's your
boyfriend's," Samantha said with a slight tremble in her voice.  Pressing
down harder, she pushed me down unto her huge rubber hard-on.

   I groaned loudly as the black monster entered my cunt.  The length was
about the same as Spike's, but it was definitely bigger around!  Luckily,
mom's fist had properly prepared my pussy for special moments like these,
so I had no trouble taking it.  But that didn't stop me from pretending for
Sammy's sake that her cock was way too big for me.  Guys really like to
hear that theirs is the biggest & best you ever had, and I figured that the
same probably goes for chicks.

   "Ungh!  Oohhh!!  Aaaaaahhhh!!!" I grunted and squealed as my stretched
slit slowly sank down on the large ebony fuck-pole with both moms
breathlessly watching.

   "It's toooo big!" I whined when the rubber pole was about halfway in.

   "Nonsense," Joyce said, "I've seen you take Spike's huge cock and this
one is pretty much the same size."

   "Is not!" I retorted with a childish pout.

   Mom grinned before quickly adopting a stern expression.  "Yes, it is,
Buffy.  Now stop complaining and take Samantha's cock all the way inside
your cunny."

   I sank down another inch before pretending to be stuck.  "Ohhhh!  Can't,
mommy...  Unghh!  Too big!" I groaned.

   Mom narrowed her eyes at me and got up off the couch.  I nervously
squirmed around on Sam's strap-on as I heard her rummage through the goody
bag and get something out.  The excited gleam in Samantha's eyes as she
looked at what Joyce had gotten from the bag kinda worried me.

   CRACK!!!  "Yowww!!!" I cried out as the familiar lash of mom's heavy
leather strap struck my still sore ass.

   "You brought this on yourself, Buffy," Joyce berated me while giving my
burning butt another wallop with the strap, "I warned you what happens to
naughty girls who don't mind their mommies."

   CRACK!!  "Ouch!!" CRACKK!!!  "Owwww!!" CRACKK!!!  "Aaahhhhh!!  I'm
sorry, mommy," I whined pathetically as Joyce beat the stuffing outta B's
round little rump.  "I'll be goooood!"

   Spurred on by the lashing leather, I swiftly sank down, taking the
entire oversized dildo into my teenage twat.

   Both moms cheered as the final few inches of rubber dick popped into my
pussy, stuffing me fuller than a thanksgiving turkey.

   "You see, honey: a perfect fit," mom cheerfully noted behind me as she
took a welcome break from whipping my ass.

   "Perfect fit my ass!  It feels like I gotta freakin' pole shoved up my
pussy!" I gruntingly complained.

   CRACKK!!!  "Ouchhh!!"

   "Whining is NOT appropriate behaviour for a young lady," Joyce
admonished me with another smack from the belt to drive the message home.

   CRACK!!!  "Owwww!  Sorry mom!"

   "Now show Samantha and me how much you love riding Spike's big dick,"
mom demanded with another stroke from the strap.  CRACK!!

   "Unghh!  Yes, mommy!" I obediently started workin' my stretched
cunt-lips up and down the thick fuck-pole.  Slowly at first, `cause I
wasn't lyin' about mom's new toy being a lot thicker than even fangboy's
freakishly big cock.  But with me being hella horny and mom's strap
providing plenty of encouragement, it didn't take long till I was
energetically humping the humongous dildo like a sex-starved slut.

   Our guest of honour was really lovin' this.  Samantha looked like she
was gonna cum right then and there when Joyce started whipping my ass.  And
when mom made me ride her big black cock, she got this blissful expression
on her face while her excited eyes darted back and forth between my wildly
bouncing boobies and my strap-on stuffed snatch.

   All of a sudden, Samantha grabbed my tits and started roughly groping
`em.  I hardly had time to process this before she also locked her lips
with mine and shoved her tongue down my throat.

   Wow!  She definitely ain't shy.  But then, neither am I: grabbing a
handful of her huge hooters, I happily groped, stroked and fondled `em,
lavishing a lot of attention unto those big brown nipples, which were
already standing out more than an inch.

   Mom showed she fully approved of my make-out session with her friend by
ending the ass-whipping and lovingly stroking my burning butt.

   "That's my slutty little girl," she cooed into my ear.  "Look at you
bouncing up and down that big black cock like a bitch in heat while playing
with my friend's big titties.  You really love this, don't ya, sweetheart?"

   "Ooohhh!  Unghh!!  Y-yes, mommy," I grunted after getting my tongue
outta the black MILF's mouth.  "I love a good, hard fucking!"

   "I know you do, honey," Joyce said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek
and an affectionate pat on the ass.  "And mommy will make sure you get
exactly what you need."

   I once again heard mom look through her bag of toys and excitedly
wondered what she'd come up with next.  Looking over my shoulder, Samantha
already knew and called out excitedly.  "Oh...  Wow!  Way to go, Joy! 
Looking good!"

   "Thanks, Sammy," Joyce giggled in response.

   Yup, definitely wasted these two.  It's kinda fun seein' my cool, calm
and collected mom acting all silly and horny.  I also felt relieved that
she ain't a mean drunk like my former mom.

   I was kinda surprised when mom moved close behind me and put her hand on
my lower belly; soothingly rubbing circles on her daughter's trim abdomen
while her slutty little girl energetically screwed a huge rubber dick.  I
curiously wondered if she could feel that big dildo movin' around inside me
every time I sink my snatch down on it.

   Mom surprised me again when her other hand joined Samantha's in groping
my bouncing boobies.  And she amazed me even more when I felt her bare
breasts rubbing again my back as she felt me up (we're all naked now!). 
But that was nothing compared to the surprise I felt when another big dildo
was suddenly pressed against my puckered anus.

   Holy Fuck!  She's not really gonna...?

   UNGHHH!!!  AAAHHHHH!!!!!

   My eyes nearly popped outta their sockets as mom shoved 9 inches of
silicone up my poopchute in one go.  She'd lubed it up beforehand, but
still...  Ouch!

   `Oh yeah, THERE's Mr.  Pokey, alright!  Right up my ass.' I dazedly
thought; taking deep breaths while recovering from this unexpected anal
invasion.

   Mom's hand slid down from my belly to my snatch and began expertly
stroking my pussy, making me forget all about the pain in my butt. 
Especially when her thumb started doing things with my rock-hard clitty
that made me swoon in her arms.

   Samantha smiled at me and gave me a comforting kiss on the lips before
switching her gaze to Joyce.  "Damn, girl!" she said, sounding kinda awed.
"You practically busted your daughter's asshole!"

   "Oh, don't worry, Sam.  She can take it.  Buffy's sweet little butt has
suffered much worse than this.  Ain't that right, sweetie?"

   "Uhhhhhh!!  Yes, mommy," I squeaked as she slowly started screwing my
ass with Mr.  Pokey.

   "And --be honest now-- you've also taken Spike's big cock up your ass,
haven't you?"

   "Mmmmm, I sure have," I shamelessly admitted, not even bothering to act
embarrassed this time (with the two MILFs using over-sized dildos to DP me
there seemed little point in acting all shy about Spike screwing my ass).

   Samantha giggled at my response, which in turn made mom giggle as well.
"You heard her, Sam: a big, fat cock up her ass is no big deal for my
slutty little girl."

   "I guess not," her friend answered, sounding very amused.  "And to think
that she always seemed so sweet and innocent...  I never suspected that
she's such a sex fiend."

   "Buffy the Sex Fiend," Joyce giggled while pinching a nipple and
flicking my sensitive clit several times, triggering an explosive climax
that made me grunt & squeal in a really slutty way.  "Kinda fits, doesn't
it, honey?" she said with a wicked gleam in her eyes while hungrily takin'
in my sweaty shuddering form.  "After all, you are a horny little slut. 
Just look at you shamelessly humping your mommy's and your auntie
Samantha's big fat cocks."

   "I know.  I'm sorry I'm such a slut.  I can't help myself, mom," I
groaned as I stretched out my orgasm as long as I could by frantically
fucking myself on the two enormous dildos.

   "That's okay, baby.  Mommy's not mad at you.  I know you can't help
being so slutty," Joyce reassuringly said.  She tenderly kissed me before
ramming all 9 inches of Mr.  Pokey up my ass again while pinching my clit,
triggering a second, smaller, but superintense orgasm

   "AAAHHHH!!!  Unghhh!!!  Oohhhhhhh, mommyyyy!"

   "But I won't allow you to spread your legs for every big-dicked boy that
comes along," she calmly continued, "It's a miracle that you haven't gotten
an STD or become pregnant from any of those many boys you fucked so far,
and I wanna make sure that won't happen.  So from now on I'm gonna be
paying a lot more attention to your sex life, Buffy, and provide you with a
safer way to work out those slutty urges."

   "Oohhhh...  what safer way, mom?" I moaned.

   "Like we're doing right now, sweetie," mom snickered as she resumed
screwing my ass with her strap-on.  "You're getting all the sex you need in
a protective environment without any risk of pregnancy or an STD.  Pretty
perfect, right?"

   "You mean you and auntie Samantha are gonna fuck me again after this?" I
innocently inquired.  "I thought this was supposed to be some kinda onetime
punishment thing."

   "It's only partly a punishment, honey," Joyce explained while she and
"auntie" Samantha continued screwing both my fuck-holes.  "More so it's a
way to satisfy your oversexed libido in a safe and practical way without
the assistance of boys."

   "So basically you and auntie Samantha plan to turn me into a dyke," I
joked, so I was surprised when I noticed a guilty "uh-oh..  caught!"
expression on Samantha's face.

   Then the two moms began exchanging meaningful looks above my head.  This
went on for a while and then Samantha said, "Well, you might as well tell
her, Joy.  Sounds like she figured it out already, anyway."

   Huh?

   "Okay, this pretty much spoils the surprise, but you've guessed right,
Buffy," mom earnestly declared, "We've decided that from now on, it's gonna
be all pussy and no more dick for you."

   What?!  They're messing with me, right?  With my mind muddled with lust,
it was kinda hard to figure out if mom was bein' serious or if this is part
of the roleplayin' thingy we're doing.

   A quick glance across my shoulder directed at mom didn't help much
either.  That smile she was giving me could be interpreted as "Just
kidding, honey." but could just as easily mean, "That's right, you're our
bitch now, baby."

   "Ha ha, very funny, mom," I said slightly nervous (but also very much
aroused) at the idea of becoming the lesbian love-slave of these two
gorgeous MILFs.

   "Oh no, I'm being very serious, sweetie," Joyce said, her smile turning
disconcertingly wicked.

   "That's right, Buffy," Samantha cheerfully confirmed, "You're our sweet
little dyke-intraining now!  We're going to teach you how to eat pussy like
a pro, fit a fist into your tight little slit, and all kinds of other fun
and exciting stuff that'll help make you become a good lil lesbian."

   Squirming excitedly upon the two deeply penetrating dildos, I looked
wide-eyed at the two smirking moms.  "Nuh-uh, you're just t-t-trying to
scare me," I replied with a (not entirely fake) tremble in my voice,
"there's no way you guys are REALLY planning to lesbo-train me."

   Well, turns out I was wrong.

   Five minutes later, I was kneeling on the carpet in front of the couch
in-between Samantha's wide-spread legs with my face only inches away from
her very wet pussy.  Mom had moved the coffee table out of the way and
gotten another toy from the bag: a set of fur-lined cuffs, which she'd used
to secure my wrists behind my back.

   And then she'd gotten out the leather strap my ass was very familiar
with and was now using it once again on my already red & blue butt to
encourage me to go down on her friend.  Of course, I didn't really need ANY
sort of encouragement to snack on the gorgeous black MILF's juicy-lookin'
twat, but in the interest of stayin' into character I still hadta pretend
that I'd never gone down on another chick by showing at least some
hesitation before divin' in.

   Then again, I also felt my butt had already suffered plenty.  So it took
only a minute of ass-whipping before I tentatively stuck out my tongue and
started licking mom's friend's swollen pussy-lips.  I still tried to act
like all reluctant-like and inexperienced.  But the natural slutiness that
seemed to inhabit B's body soon got the best of me, and before I knew it I
was drilling my pink little tongue deep into her dripping cunt, makin' the
beautiful bitch squeal for real.

   "Ahhhhh!!  Oohhhhhh!  Good GOD!!!  Your little girl has got a natural
gift for eatin' pussy, Joy!!" Samantha loudly proclaimed while pushing her
sopping snatch into my face.  "I can't remember the last time someone
serviced me *this* well."

   "Just imagine how good she'll be after we've got her properly trained,"
Joyce observed as she proudly watched her beautiful daughter treat her best
friend to the best head she ever had.

   "Unghhh!!  Oohhh!  Mmmmm!  OOHHHH!!  I-I seriously doubt there's much
room for improvement here," Samantha stammered as she bucked wildly on the
couch, pressing her pussy against my face so hard that she was almost
smothering me.

   Heh.  `Yep, I AM pretty damn fucking fantastic when it comes to sex,' I
smugly considered as I was about to give the domineering hot housewife the
best fuckin' orgasm in her life.  And considering it was getting kinda hard
to breathe with her hot box practically shoved inside my mouth, I decided
to do so fast.

   Fluttering my tongue against her clit with slayer-speed sure did the
trick, judging from the ear deafening squeal erupting from the gorgeous
black MILF's mouth.  Eager to make it really, REALLY good for her, I
started speedily tongue-fucking her contracting cunt in the middle of her
orgasm while rubbing her swollen clit with the tip of my nose.  This made
her squeal go several octaves higher till only dogs (and Slayers) could
hear her, and then the lucky bitch actually blacked out!

   I always love it when mom makes me come so hard that I pass out, so I
stared at her slumped down unconscious form with a mixture of jealousy and
pride (because *I* was the one who made her come this hard).

   Mom lovingly stroked my hair, and I turned to look at her.

   "Good job, Buffy.  I don't think Sam ever had an orgasm as good as this.
You've made your mommy very proud."

   I returned her smile.  "Really, mommy?  So you're happy that your slutty
little girl turns out to have such a gift for eating pussy?" I asked with
my innocent little girl's voice.

   Mom's smile became a sexy smirk.  "VERY happy, sweetie.  In fact... 
mommy can hardly wait for HER turn to feel that talented tongue of yours
get to town on her twat."

   "MOM!!!" I called out with a scandalized voice (noticing that mom's
friend had regained consciousness).  "I can't believe you just said that!"

   "Well, I certainly can't blame you for wanting a taste of that wonderful
tongue yourself, Joy, even though it belongs to your daughter," Samantha
spoke up while lazily stretching her tall beautiful body and gazing at me
with hungry eyes.  "Mind-blowing orgasms like the ones our sweet lil Buffy
is able to deliver are much too rare and exquisite to decline, no matter
who they come from."

   "So I suggest," Samantha continued as she got up off the couch, "that
you get down on the couch, so your lovely daughter can get down on you."

   "Sounds like a plan," Joyce smiled.

   "Now wait a freakin' second!  I can't go down on my own mom!" I
protested indignantly.

   "Sure you can," both moms said together, and shared a smile.

   "You've done plenty of perverted sex-stuff for your scumbag boyfriend,
so you can certainly do it for your loving mother as well," Samantha
sternly informed me.  Then she picked up the leather strap mom just used on
my very sore ass and swung it around menacingly.  "But if you need any more
convincing then I'll be glad to do so."

   I gulped.

   Half a minute later, I was once again on my knees bein' forced to eat
pussy.  Only this time I was kneeling between mom's wide-spread legs while
her friend stood behind me and enthusiastically lashed my burning butt with
the heavy leather.

   CRACK!!!  "Ouchhh!!"

   CRACKK!!!!  "Yowwwww!!!!"

   CRACKK!!!!  "Aaahhhhhh!!!"

   The black Dom-mom turned out to be even better at punishing my naughty
Buffy-butt than Joyce is - she was swinging that belt like a fuckin' tennis
pro!

   Needless to say that it didn't take long till Samantha had me licking my
mom's snatch like a good lil dyke-bitch.  When she saw my tongue lapping
obediently at my mommy's slit, the gorgeous MILF stopped the whipping and
soothingly stroked my ass.  "There, there...  that's a good girl," she
gently said, "Just keep using that sweet tongue on your mommy's juicy twat
till she's had a wonderful orgasm - that way your auntie Samantha won't
have to whip that cute little butt of yours anymore."

   "Yes, ma'am," I answered meekly, my voice muffled by mom's pussy.

   Both moms snickered satisfied.

   "How is she doing, Joy?" Samantha questioned while continuing to caress
my thoroughly beaten butt.

   "Ooohhhhh!  She's amazing," Joyce sighed happily and affectionately
petted my pretty blonde hair.  "My little girl certainly has a very special
oral gift.  I never would've guessed that I'd be getting the best head EVER
from my very own daughter!"

   Heh.  Really, mom?  I'd think those hundred or so times I went down on
you before today would've tipped you off to my pussy-lickin' talent.

   "Yeah, no kidding!  I definitely wouldn't mind another taste of her
tongue when she's finished with you."

   "You've got it, Sam," Joyce grinned.  "After all, we're converting her
into a lesbian, and more pussy-licking practice is always helpful with
that."

   I couldn't see her face (because my face was buried in my mom's snatch),
but I'm pretty sure that Samantha was sporting a huge shit-eatin' grin when
she said, "And perhaps we could also throw in an ass-licking lesson or
two."

   The two tipsy MILFs giggled again and then actually high-fived each
other.

   Letting go off my ass, Samantha retrieved their drinks and handed mom
hers while emptying her own in one big gulp.  I then heard her fill her
glass again and sip at it while rummaging around in mom's sex-toys baggie.

   Judging from her excited giggle, she found something she liked.  She
showed mom, who showed her approval by chuckling amused.

   I stiffened slightly when I felt Samantha's warm body touching mine
again.  Her big-ass tits pressed heavily against my back as she put her
arms around me and attached something to my nipples.

   I cried out into my mother's cunt as a sharp pain shot through my tender
titties, glancing down with watering eyes I spotted my precious alligator
nipple-clamps firmly attached to my hard pink nips.

   Owww!  Oh, shit!  I kinda forgot how much those things hurt.  I bought
them `cause they're so pretty and shiny, but the little fuckers hurt a lot
more than I thought they would.  No wonder Red made such a ruckus when I
used them on her adorable little titties.

   She'd already attached the chain to them, which went across my shoulders
and dangled down my back like silver-shackled reigns.

   Giggling again, Samantha gave the "reigns" a hard yank, painfully
stretching my teenage titties up and to the sides, causing me to squeal
loudly.

   She must've thought that was funny `cause she did it again, eliciting
another high-pitched squeal.  Yeah, alright, I probably would've thought it
was funny too if this was happing to Red instead of me.

   Then she offered Joyce a go, so then it was mom who made me squeal
loudly when she stretched my perky B-cups as far as possible.

   And then Samantha, who obviously enjoyed torturing my poor titties, went
again.

   Obviously, I was pretty fuckin' relieved when the black MILF finally
stopped yanking my chain.

   I decided to focus on getting mom off as quickly as I could because I
figured that as long as Samantha had nothin' better to do, there was a good
chance she'd soon resume torturing my funbags.  And that she'd be a lot
less inclined to do so with my tongue licking her pussy or asshole.

   But as it turns out, the dark-skinned Dom-mom had already come up with
something else.  She'd put that big-ass strap-on dildo back on, smeared
some lube on it, and was now ready to shove it up my ass...  which she did.

   The squealing I did as they tortured my titties was nothing compared to
the sound I made as Mrs.  Samantha Steward jammed that 10-inch long 3-inch
wide rubber log up my ass.  I bellowed so hard, that the vibrations of my
voice actually triggered mom's orgasm.

   I kinda hoped that now mom got off, Mrs.  S.S.  would get that gigantic
cock out of my widely stretched asshole to take her turn with my tongue,
but that didn't happen.

   Moaning happily, Joyce pressed my face back against her sopping wet
snatch, eager for more of that wonderful pussy-lickin' from her lovely
daughter.  And Samantha was more than happy to spend some time buggering my
cute little butt with her big black cock while awaiting her turn.

   So for the next 15 minutes or so, I devotedly pleasured my mother's
pussy while her voluptuous friend pounded my aching ass like a piledriver.
And after the first few minutes, Samantha added a bit more spice to the
situation by spanking my ass with one hand and pulling at my "reigns" with
the other.

   That beautiful bitch worked me over good `cause when they finally
finished that round, I was pretty out of it.  And I only remember bits and
pieces of the other nasty stuff they did with me...  like tonguing
Samantha's big black ass while mom screwed me the exact same way her friend
just did: butt-fucking me with Mr.  Pokey while pulling the chain attached
to my swollen nipples and spanking my red hot ass.

   After I'd made Samantha cum, she turned around and proceeded to
fist-fuck my pussy while mom continued to fuck my ass, and both of them
took turns pulling my nipplechain.  That one made me cum REALLY hard, I
remember.

   They gave me another margarita to drink after that, and then it was time
for the next round of my "lesbian training": I had to lie on my back on the
couch, then one of the moms would sit on my face and pull my legs up by my
ankles while spreading `em wide.  I then had to do a really good job of
tongue-fucking her pussy and asshole, because the other mom would be
sitting at the other end of the couch wielding a cat-o-nine tails, which
she used on by bald wide-open slit till I managed to make her friend cum.
And then they traded places so they both had a turn sitting on my face and
whipping my pussy.

   I'm pretty sure they then DPed me together again; passionately making
out with each other with plenty of of tongue and titty-gropin' while they
fervidly pounded my aching fuckholes.

   I think that was pretty much it; or at least I don't remember much else,
except for a hazy vision of the two sexy moms doing a sixty-nine on the
carpet while I lay half asleep on the couch, but I might've dreamt that.

   The next morning I woke up sandwiched between the two MILFs with a dildo
in my cunt and asshole.  Seems the kinky mommas had decided to wake me up
with another round of lesbian training.

   After treating me to a thorough double-dicking, we took a long shower
together (spending lotsa time rubbing soap all over each other's naked
bodies).  Then we went downstairs and mom made us a huge delicious
breakfast.  I wolfed down my food in record time with the intention of
finishing my game of Resident Evil, but Mrs.  Steward decided otherwise -
ordering me to get down under the table and service their pussies.

   Feeling even more submissive towards her than I did yesterday, I didn't
even bother asking mom what she thought of this.  I pretty much dived
beneath the table and went to work, giving each of them two great orgasms
while they leisurely finished their breakfast.

   As they ate, Samantha told mom that her membership to D.O.M.S.  was
pretty much in the bag, especially if she didn't mind me "serving" them at
their next meeting, in a very skimpy outfit, of course.  And perhaps
putting on a "little show", as well.

   Mom hesitated for a moment, but I let her know I was fine with it by
shoving my tongue deep inside her twat and flicking it around with
super-slayer-speed, causing her to fervently agree.

   After breakfast, Samantha needed to leave for work.  But mom and me were
staying home because she didn't have to be at the gallery till tomorrow and
I was still cutting class.

   Mom decided that since I was so determined to play hooky, I might as
well use some of my free time to give her friend a proper send-off.  I
wasn't about to argue with that, so about ten minutes later, mom and I were
standing on the front porch saying goodbye to Samantha and talking about
when we were going to see her again.

   Mom was beautifully dressed up for the occasion, and I...  well, let's
just say that I was also "dressed up", or rather "dressed down" for the
occasion.

   I remembered saying goodbye to mom in a pretty similar "outfit" not that
long ago, wearing only socks and a much too tiny t-shirt.  But this time I
wasn't even wearing that little t-shirt...  Per Joyce's instructions, I was
only wearing a pair of small pink socks with little red hearts and a
collar. There was a leash attached to the collar, which was dangling down
between my bare breasts.  Well, not entirely bare breasts `cause a shiny
alligator nipple clamp was dangling down from each of my swollen pink
nipples.

   To complete my "look", mom had put a REALLY big vibrator in my pussy. 
It was so freakin' huge that even my experienced well-fucked snatch
couldn't hold it all and several inches were sticking out of my hole, which
actually came in handy because this way mom could more easily get to the
switch at the dildo's base and adjust the vibrating setting (at the moment
it was set to "low").

   When Mrs.  Steward saw me like this, she suddenly seemed really eager to
resume my "lesbian lessons" right then and there, but after taking a couple
of deep breaths and reminding herself out loud that she had a meeting in
less than an hour which she couldn't afford to miss, she managed to
restrain herself.  Although as a sort of consolation prize, she did treat
herself to a few precious minutes of feeling me up while playing with the
switch of the vibrator in my cunny.

   But after that it was really time for her to go.  So after giving mom a
hug and a kiss, and giving me the same (including a bit more groping),
Samantha hopped into her little red sports-car and waved goodbye, honking
her horn as she drove off.

   This managed to get at least one other person's attention.  Most of our
neighbours were already at school or work, but I'm pretty sure I saw some
lady's face appear behind the kitchen window of the house directly across
the street.  Staring intently at the window where I'd spotted movement, my
suspicion was quickly confirmed when I once again saw a woman's face peek
out from behind the frilly flower curtains that framed the window.

   Her face turned red and she ducked away when she saw me looking straight
at her, but just like many others before her she seemed unable to resist
the lure of B's wonderfully tight, sexy teenage form standing there
completely exposed, and a few moments later her face reappeared again.

   Mom had now spotted her as well.  If this kinda thing had happened like
a month ago, I'm pretty sure she would've been mortified by this and
hurriedly pulled me inside the house.  But now her only response was a
friendly smile and wave directed at our wide-eyed watching neighbour.

   Joyce giggled when the peeking Tam hurriedly closed the curtains. 
Giving my hand an affectionate squeeze, she was about to take me inside
when she saw the curtains slowly opening again and the red-faced neighbour
reappear.  Biting her lower lip, the elder (but still attractive) woman
openly stared at my naked body, obviously liking what she saw.

   Mom seemed intrigued by this development and took a couple of secs to
consider what to do.  After some thought, she told me to jump up and down.

   "Huh, what?"

   "Jump up and down, Buffy," Joyce repeated.  "Give Mrs.  Johnson
something nice to look at while I go inside and fetch something."

   I looked over at the intently watching neighbour lady and shrugged. 
"OK."

   Folding my hands behind my head, I started energetically jumping up and
down, making my tits and the heavy nipple clamps attached bounce around
wildly.

   It must've been quite a sight seeing a gorgeous 18-year old girl bounce
around while wearing nothing but socks, a collar, and some kinky jewellery
attached to her wildly jiggling teenage teats.  Mrs.  Johnson sure seemed
to like it; her face was even redder than before, and I'm pretty sure I
just saw her stealthily slip a hand underneath her skirt.

   With my super-slayer-sight, I didn't only catch her frigging herself,
but I could even see my fascinated neighbour's light blue eyes fill with
lust as they gazed back and forth between my flushed face, my beautifully
bouncing boobies, and my bald pussy with about 5 inches of glistening steel
sticking out of it.  And while she stared at me, I stared right back.

   For a woman in her early sixties, she looked pretty damn good.  She
seemed in good shape and despite some wrinkles and crowfeet her face was
still very pretty.  I especially liked her hair.  It was white blonde, not
her real colour I'm sure (since it must be getting grey by now) but subtly
done, and it was cut pretty short, giving her a sportive youthful look.

   I was focused so much on studying my attractive elderly neighbour that I
hadn't even noticed that my energetic jumping had caused the huge vibrator
to slowly slip out of my snatch.  I only noticed when it suddenly fell to
the ground.  And it was only thanks to my lightning fast reflexes that I
could catch it in mid air and, with some effort, shove it back inside my
slit where it belonged.

   The GMILF across the street licked her lips as she watched me work the
giant steel vibe back into my pussy.  To give her a little extra thrill I
started doing jumping jacks instead of the ordinary jumping up and down.

   When mom came back out again, she was holding the infamous leather
punishment strap.  My butt-cheeks clenched just by looking at that thing.

   "That's enough, Buffy," she smiled after watching my boobies bounce
around a bit.  "I want you to turn around now and spread your legs wide
apart...  Good girl, now bend over at the waist and grab a hold of your
ankles."

   Once again, I meekly obeyed my mommy's orders and assumed the
humiliating pose, which I knew fully exposed my fuck-holes to my
neighbours' eyes.

   My pussy had been sopping wet pretty much since mom "dressed" me up like
this and took me outside, but now small streams of pussy-juice were
dripping down my legs as I thought about what Mrs.  S.  is soon gonna be
doing to her bratty bitchy daughter right here on her front porch with at
least one neighbour watching.

   "Listen up, sweetheart," Joyce kindly said, "I'm going to whip your cute
little butt till it's redder than our neighbour's face, and while I'm
whipping you I want you to smile at Mrs.  Johnson and stay in position the
entire time - even if other people show up.  Understood?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   Giving me an affectionate smile, mom patted my upraised behind.  "Good
girl."

   Her hand spend a few seconds caressing my bare butt, before dipping down
between my legs and switching the vibrator setting to "high".

   I gasped as the buzzing steel torpedo lodged in my snatch tripled its
efforts, causing an eruption of pleasure in my already over-heated cunt. 
And I instinctively rubbed myself against mom's soft hand.

   Giving my drenched pussy a good grope, Joyce chuckled amused at my very
aroused state.  "You're such a slut," she affectionately stated while
tickling my stiff little clit with her index finger.

   "Oohhhhhh!  Mmmmm!  Yes, mommy," I happily agreed.

   "I doubt you'd even mind much if I made you crawl naked like this to UC
Sunnydale and fucked your tight little ass right there in the middle of
campus," Joyce wondered out loud with a mischievous smile.

   "Oohh!!  T-that sure would make for an interesting college experience."

   Mom giggled.

   "I love you so much, my gorgeous courageous, slutty little girl," she
suddenly told me, her voice serious.

   "I love you too, mommy," I happily replied.

   After giving me another affectionate pat on the ass, mom took up
position behind me and a little to the left.  Looking over at our avidly
watching audience, she gave the visibly excited woman another smile and a
big thumbs-up before raising the leather strap up high and letting it crash
down upon my upraised ass.

   CRACK!!  "Oohhhh!"

   CRACKK!!!!  "Ouchhhh!!"

   CRACK!!!  "Aaahhhh!"

   Holy Fuck!!  This certainly was no play or pretend whipping - mom was
really letting me have it!  Lashing my pert little butt a bright red for
our neighbour's perverted entertainment.  And my bruised bottom was still
smarting from the many other whippings it had to endure these last couple
of days.

   *sigh* My ass just couldn't catch a break these days.

   Not that I minded much.  The depravity of the situation (getting a
bare-assed naked buttwhipping from my mom on our front porch) and that huge
vibrator buzzing happily away in my overly stretched, soaking-wet cunny
pretty much ensured that I was getting plenty of pleasure out of my painful
public punishment.  And my lovingly thoughtful mother quickly came up with
a way to increase my pleasure even more.

   "Use one of your hands to move the vibrator in and out of your little
pussy, sweetheart," she ordered in-between lashes.  "I want our nice
neighbour to see you fuck yourself with that huge vibrating dildo."

   CRACK!!!  "Yowww!!  Y-yes, mommy."

   While keeping a bright smile aimed at the spellbound Mrs.  Johnson, I
grabbed the base of the dildo and started sliding it in-and-out of my
straining twat, grunting loudly as I slavishly pounded my own pussy with
that fat vibrating rod to the sound of the merciless butt-beating mom was
giving me.

   CRACK!!  "Oohhhh!"

   CRACKK!!!  "Unghhh!!"

   "By the way, how are you enjoying your new toy so far," mom
conversationally questioned right in the middle of my ass-whipping.  "It
wasn't easy finding a vibrator big enough to impress you, but I think I
managed."

   "Ohhhhh yessssssss!!  It's impressive, alright!" I moaned, feeling very
close to yet another one of those incredible orgasms I've been having so
much lately.

   "But is it big enough for you, baby?" she teasingly inquired while
laying another stinging lash on my aching ass.  "I know it takes a lot to
satisfy that slutty snatch."

   CRACK!!!  "OH!!  Uhhhh!  Oh, yes mommy," I managed to grunt in reply. 
"It's plenty big - even for my slutty sloppy Summers' snatch."

   Mom giggled again.  "Good to know, sweetie.  Now we just have to find
out if it'll fit inside your cute little bottom as well."

   My eyes widened as I pictured that huge metal pole going into my tiny
pooper.  And a couple of seconds later, I came so hard that I collapsed
face down on the porch, my bright red butt humping back against the huge
vibrator and the lashing leather strap as an enormous orgasm rocked my
naked body.

   I was pretty out of it for a while as I knelt there dazed and sweaty
from that amazing orgasm mom had given me, so it took a few moments before
I became aware that my butt-whipping had stopped and so had the vibrator.

   I moaned softly when I felt mom's hand caressing my thoroughly whipped
behind.  Joyce let out a whistle as she inspected my blushing butt.  "Wow!
I see I did a pretty good job of giving that tough little Slayer butt of
yours a good tanning.  I'm guessing it'll be a while before you'll be able
to sit without any discomfort."

   "Uhhmmmm...  yes, mommy," I readily acknowledged.  "This is one whipping
I won't soon forget."

   "Yeah, not bad for fifteen minutes work," Joyce stated satisfied.  "I
got some good exercise out of it and you've paid ahead for skipping another
day of classes, and together we've given dear Mrs.  Johnson a nice
diversion to brighten up her day.  The poor woman has been feeling down
ever since her husband died six months ago, and really needed a bit of
cheering up."

   "Well, I'm pretty sure we made her day," I said while glancing across my
shoulder at the house across the street.  Mrs.  Johnson was still watching
us, but she seemed more relaxed now, so I'm guessing the sweet elderly lady
gave herself a happy during our little show.  When I told mom this, she
giggled and smacked my butt.

   "Good for her."

   Grabbing the enormous sex-toy that was still lodged deep inside my
straining slit, Joyce matter-of-factly yanked it out, causing me to gasp
loudly.  Then she re-inserted it into my ass, which caused me to make a LOT
more noise!

   I let out a high-pitched squeal as inch-by-inch that big fuckin'
vibrator was gradually pushed into my aching asshole.  I'm not sure how
much of it mom managed to shove up my ass, but it felt like I had a traffic
cone stuffed in there.

   "How `bout that!  Looks like it fits just fine in your tight little
hiney-hole as well, Buffy," Joyce observed with a smile as she gazed down
excitedly at my naked, kneeling, sweaty form.

   Gasped and grunting loudly as I tried getting used to the enormous anal
invader, I was unable to come up with a clever comeback.  But even if I
had, I wouldn't have been able to get the words out, anyway, especially not
after she turned the vibe back on and to its highest setting.

   Grabbing my leash, mom smacked my butt again to get me moving.  And
after giving our wide-eyed neighbour another cheerful wave, she walked back
inside the house with me crawling slavishly behind her, wagging my
thoroughly stuffed, well-spanked tail as the maddening vibrations in my ass
were quickly bringing me closer to yet another orgasm.
   To be continued in Chapter 18...