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 smooth-
shaven 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 butt-
warming. 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 slut-
daughter 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 pussy-
juice 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, wide-
open 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-so-
happy 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 mini-
skirt.

“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 fuck-
holes 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 cherry-
flavoured lollipop, which by the way tasted delicious. Definitely gotta ask mom to get 
some more of these. My two favourite MILFs meanwhile cheerfully traded daughter-
disciplining 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 much-
needed 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 fuck-
holes.

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 pussy-
lips 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 lust-
filled 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 finger-
banging, 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 fuck-
rod. 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 fuck-
pole, 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 super-
intense 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-in-
training 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 nipple-
chain. 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 butt-
whipping 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…
