Re: Snippet: Anne-Lise's Snippets (29/?)

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> Sirens are heard, men enter the room of Quin, and take him 
> out to the hospital. "What happened?" they asked his sister. 
> "I don't know! He just screeched, then fell over, I called 
> you immedeately!"
> "Damn it! I've lost the life signs! Quickly, he needs CPR!"
> The ambulance hurried to reach the hospital in time....

Unfortunately, although Quin was saved, many young snippets were 
killed, others are missing in action. Don't blame me, Quin took them 
out before turning the gun on himself...

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Joyce brightened up. "Oh yes," she cried. "Let's do."
"Is the toy chest still under the bed?" Willow asked as she climbed 
out of Joyce's warm embrace.
Sheila shook her head. "No darling," she replied. "I put it back in 
the cupboard. I didn't expect to have guests this evening..."

[Rest of snippet deleted at the request of Quin (via email), who 
reckons the list can't deal with issues of an incestuous nature.]

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Well, okay. But here's a space for you to bugger off if you don't 
want to read my snippets.

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Hell, its not like I force you or anything.

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Or get much out of it. *grumble*

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>

Willow ran over to the cupboard and flung open the door, her 
breasts swaying lightly as she bent down to pick up the chest.
"Here," Buffy said. "Let me help you with that!"
Willow grinned. "I hope that's not all you'll be helping me with 
tonight..."
"After all the homework, I do owe you a little something, I guess."
Joyce bit her lip. "I forgot about that," she muttered. "Being 
expelled and all..."
Sheila gave her a sharp look. "Tomorrow, darling," she 
drawled. "Tonight is Buffy's night." Sheila was still getting over 
how the delightful girl she'd met, Anne, was in fact Joyce's 
daughter. Who'd have thought?
The girls dragged the chest over beside the bed, and Willow threw 
back the lid. Buffy stared in awe at the object of Willow's 
attention. It was a long, thick, double-ended dildo with ribbed 
sides. Willow fondled it carefully, affectionately. It was obvious 
that the dildo and Willow went way back. Buffy wondered briefly what 
else the redheaded little minx had been keeping from her...
"Here, let me help you with that!" Joyce exclaimed, as she led 
Willow back to the bed. Joyce thrust her tongue into Willow's mouth 
to muffle the moan as she worked one end of the dildo into Willow's 
aching cunt. Joyce slid the head along the length of Willow's slit, 
and then pushed the head beyond the lips and deep into Willow's sex.
Buffy watched in wide-eyed astonishment as Willow's netherlips 
parted to accommodate the dildo, widening in an oval as the shaft 
sank deeper and deeper.
"Oh yes," Joyce groaned as she slipped her legs between Willow's. 
They were now lying in opposite directions, cunt to cunt, Joyce's 
hand feeding the other end of the dildo deep within her.
Willow pressed her crotch tightly against Joyce's, and starting 
slow, they began a rhythmic movement with their hips. Buffy raised an 
eyebrow as both Willow and her mother exhibited a motion bred of long 
hours of practice. She watched for a moment as they ground and cried 
out, squirmed and writhed against each other.
"I have another of those if you want," Sheila's voice whispered in 
her ear.
Buffy looked into Sheila's eyes. "I... I'm not sure I..."
"Oh... Never mind. Maybe another time. I have something else we can 
play with instead..." Sheila caressed Buffy's mound with her 
fingertips eliciting a gasp from the Slayer. "One moment," she said. 
She turned back to the toy chest and rummaged about briefly before 
extracting a shiny black leather belt. She fastened it around her 
hips and turned back to face Buffy. At the front, where a guy's thing 
would be, was a dildo. Although not as massive as the device Joyce 
and Willow were mutually pleasuring themselves with, it still seemed 
a bit of a monster to Buffy. The dildo had a curved prong that set 
against Sheila's clit.
Words failed Buffy, but then words were patently unnecessary. She 
succumbed to Sheila's mature judgement and let her take control. It 
wasn't in her nature to be submissive usually, but since running from 
home, Buffy was learning more about life than anything she could have 
learned cloistered within the halls of Sunnydale High. How could she 
not have known how attracted she was to Willow? Or even Willow's 
mother...
Sheila positioned herself between Buffy's thighs, and lifted them a 
little more to part her netherlips. Sheila bent down and kissed 
Buffy's blond-furred pussy before proceeding to nudge the strap-on 
dildo into Buffy's sex.
As the dildo sank deeper into her, Buffy pulled Sheila firmly on 
top of her, loving the feel of the woman's soft flesh against her 
own, Sheila's full breasts on hers, Sheila's tongue probing gently 
into her mouth in soft counterpoint to the savage thrusts of the 
slender dildo.
Buffy churned her hips as she adjusted to the dildo's thrusting 
motions, motions that increased in force. Elsewhere, she could hear 
Willow and her mother climaxing, but all she could think about were 
the feelings that flooded her, true sexual fulfilment.
Her whimpers of pleasure, moans of ecstasy grew louder and more 
rapid as the sensations that flooded her held her in the rapturous 
thrall of orgasm. As her body jerked, tears dripped from her tightly 
lidded eyes as she lost all control.
When she opened her eyes, her breathing calmed, she saw three women 
who loved her and she loved. Could anything be as perfect? Sheila put 
a hand to her head, smoothing the hair away from her eyes.
"You should sleep for awhile," she said. "You've been through a lot."
Buffy sighed, bad thoughts suddenly clouding in on her, thoughts of 
the past, and the future.
"Its okay," Willow said. "Everything will be fine in the morning. 
You'll see!"
Buffy tried to frame a reply, but her body let her down and she 
succumbed to sleep.
"Everything will be just great," Willow's whisper faded.