Re: Snippet: Anne-Lise's Snippets (26/?)

[buffythebushkangaroo@xxxxxxxxxxx]

> Do you have any idea how hard it is to think coherently 
> when your brain has melted and is oozing out of your ears?

Oh, how I love to tease you.

Anne-Lise

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Willow and Joyce returned to pleasuring each other, as they were 
already well ahead of Sheila and Buffy by dint of having already 
discarded their clothing. They kissed, grinding their breasts against 
each other, probing and stroking each other's aching pussy.
Buffy gaped for a moment then turned to Sheila. "I..."
Sheila took Buffy into her arms and kissed her fiercely, and Buffy 
reciprocated willingly enough. Their hands travelled, caressing, 
cupping, removing the zippers that held their dresses in place. Buffy 
shrugged her bra straps off of her shoulders and stepped out of the 
puddle of her dress. What the hell. She wouldn't have to explain to 
her mother how it got all creased.
The aroma of Buffy's arousal permeated the air and enveloped them 
both, and Sheila's hungry eyes devoured the Slayer's lithe form. 
Buffy herself was too passionately aroused and tipsy to be nervous in 
any way. Nothing could shock her now. Unless something *really* weird 
were to happen, such as the Master walking in with Giles on a leash...
Buffy, for her part, admired the exquisite curves of this lushly 
mature woman, as she herself was being scrutinised in turn for her 
firm tautness. And Sheila, eager to join Buffy in her totally natural 
state, quickly divested herself of bra and panties. Buffy's eyes 
grazed over the full, rounded breasts and curvaceous body that had 
once given birth to the girl she loved, and Buffy loved the elder 
woman more because of it. Buffy's gaze lowered unbidden to Sheila's 
neatly trimmed bush and the moist slit that ran from it and 
disappeared between her legs. Buffy delectably considered Sheila's 
naked form to be both sensuous and exuding a powerful female 
sexuality that she needed in her life right now.
The two women lay down next to Joyce and Willow who remained 
oblivious to their arrival. As they kissed and caressed, sucked and 
tickled, Buffy knew that she'd never before felt anything as 
sybaritically perfect as the feel of Sheila's naked body against her 
own.
Buffy's fingers trailed Sheila's labial fold, and their mutual 
excitement grew. The kisses became deeper and slower, inspired by 
passionate need and desperation for release, for physical stimulation 
and fulfilment. Unable to wait any longer, Sheila tore herself away 
from Buffy's soft, pliant lips and descended to the wet furnace of 
Buffy's willing cunt. Buffy herself grabbed Sheila's hips and sealed 
her lips over the waiting sex, and speared her tongue deep within the 
moistened folds.
Sheila groaned her delight, and flowed with the moment before 
resuming her own ministrations of Buffy's vulva. Finding Buffy's 
clit, she sucked it fiercely, evincing a deep-throated moan from the 
Slayer. Buffy's first orgasm came much too quickly, and wave after 
wave made her squeal her rapture into the night, screaming her 
delight.
Buffy came down from her orgasm, opening her eyes to see Willow and 
Joyce, cuddling and stroking each other's breasts, watching her with 
admiring fascination. Willow left Buffy's mother's arms to approach 
the Slayer.
"I missed you," she said, simply. And in her voice was the 
understanding and forgiveness Buffy needed. Willow leaned down and 
kissed Buffy, before leaving to return to Joyce's arms. Buffy simply 
stared, feeling the warmth where Willow's lips had touched, the 
mingled tastes of Sheila, Willow, and possibly her own mother.
Buffy ran her hands over Sheila's breast and whispered, "That was 
wonderful."
Sheila smiled. "That was only the beginning," she murmured.
"Shall we break out the toys?" Willow asked from her nest in Joyce's 
arms. "I think Buffy still needs some cheering up."