Wait of the Red Witch Pts 2&3

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All Disclaimers ECT in part 1

The wait of the Red Witch..........part 2-----Xander and Cordie


Turning her hand over in his jacket pocket Xander diddled the 
palm with his index finger.

"Really Xander, do you have to be so crude." Cordie said but 
made no move to extract her hand.

"C'mon babe, you're just as anxious to get back to the broom 
closet as I am." he replied waving to Buffy and Angel. Turning back 
to Cordie, "My folks'll probably be passed out in about a half hour, 
you wanna stay over?"

"Sleeping in a basement isn't my idea of a romantic tryst, 
couldn't you at least spring for a hotel?" She shoved him aside and 
moved past him toward the street.

Xander followed her a few steps and grabbed her by the 
arm. "That's hot talk from somebody that popped the whole football 
team in the locker room." he sneered.

"I didn't pop anybody in the locker room, that rumor was started 
by that peroxided pussy Harmony, if anybody did it, it was her." She 
yelled.

"Oh yeah?" he shouted

"Yeah!"

"YEAH!!"

Grabbing each other their lips met in unbridled passion.

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Half a block away Buffy and Angel heard the romantic 
interchange, "Ain't love grand." he said.

"I'll bet in ten seconds they're in the ally." Buffy replied.

"No takers."
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Xander locked onto Cordies arm and started to drag her toward 
the ally, which was rather difficult because she had him by the belt 
trying to drag him the same way. Sliding behind the dumpster away 
from prying eyes Cordie dropped to her knees fumbling at Xanders 
belt. He removed his jacket and dropped it on the ground 
saying "Here, kneel on this."

"Aren't you just the fuckin gentleman." She finally got the 
belt undone and jerked his trousers and smiley face briefs to the 
ground. His dick, springing upward struck her sharply under the 
chin, "Hey, watch that shit."

"Yeah, bite me." Xander put his hands behind her head and pulled 
it forward. "Uh, forget I said that." 

Cordilia put both hands on his butt and caught his dick in her 
mouth, not stopping until his pubic hair brushed her nose. Bobbing 
her head back and forth she slid one hand between his legs, jabbing 
her index finger up his ass, and massaging his prostate in an 
attempt to get him to come as quickly as possible.

"Oh, yeah! Oh,baby! Yeah! That's the way. Oh, yeah. Suck it 
baby." Xander moaned.

Cordie removed her mouth from his dick, "Will you shut the fuck 
up, you sound like a reject from a John Holmes movie." she shouted.

"Just trying to let you know you're appreciated." Xander mumbled 
glumly, his feelings hurt and wondering who John Holmes was.

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Back in the shadows two vampires decided dinner could wait until 
after the floor show.
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Cordilia returned to Xanders cock taking only the head in her 
mouth and bringing her free hand up to start pumping on his shaft. 
Feeling his ass beginning to spasm around her finger she stopped 
pumping, awaiting the blast. Catching the flood she quickly 
swallowed, in a hurry to get it over with.

"OK babe, it's your turn now, get ready for paradise." Xander 
pulled up his pants.

"Who the hell writes his dialog, it damn sure can't be one of 
the regulars." She thought as she lay back on his jacket letting him 
remove her thong panty. "I don't know why I wear those things, 
they're uncomfortable as hell. Just a slave to fashion I guess."

Xander lay on his stomach, his head at her crotch and slowly 
began running his index finger in and out of her pussy. In spite of 
herself Cordie began to sqirm. As soon as he was sure of her arousal 
Xander removed his finger, sliding it into her ass and replacing the 
finger with his tongue.

His other hand worked the thumb down thru the thick coarse pubic 
hair (waxed to the exact outline of a thong bikini, by the way) to 
find the jutting protuberance of her clit.
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Back in the shadows one small, soft tanned hand and one large, 
calloused pale hand came from behind in perfect unison to cover the 
mouths of the two vampires while two syncronised stakes pierced two 
unbeating hearts.

The owner of the small hand glanced over at the couple on the 
ground, turned to the larger one, made the universal gesture of gag 
me with a spoon and motioned back the way they came. 
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Despite her reluctance to let Xander know he was having any 
effect on her Cordie began squirming her hips on the ground. Finally 
saying to herself, "Fuck it, give credit where credit's due, the guy 
does have some talents." she grabbed him by the ears and started 
grinding her cunt violently into his face. Spasming in machinegun 
like orgasms she flooded his face with her juices.

Rising to their feet Xander retrieved his jacket and Cordies 
panties, wiping his face on the jacket lining he put the panties in 
the pocket, turning to Cordie he took her by the elbow. "C'mon Cord, 
my place's a lot closer than yours and you have a change of clothes 
there, and besides I'll spring for breakfast at Bennys."

"Ah! what the shit, you talked me into it." She slipped her hand 
down the back of his pants.

Xander put his hand behind her back and lifted up the hem of her 
miniskirt. 

Together the two lovers, in perfect harmony with nature and their 
inner moppets, and their fingers up each others asses, strolled 
awkwardly off into the darkness.


The Wait of the Red Witch..............Part 3--------Willow


Willow paused just before turning the corner and looked back at 
the two couples preparing to wend their seperate ways 
homeward. "What's wrong with me, everybody has someone." she 
thought, but knowing that just 'someone' wouldn't do, it had to be a 
certain someone. Her shoulders slumped, she continued toward home.

"A little girl like you shouldn't be out alone on a night like 
this, care to join me for dinner." Willow looked up to see a large, 
rather scruffy vampire in full game face blocking her path. She just 
stared at him for a few seconds, he paused, not used to the impassive 
look she gave him.

"I'm not in the mood for play tonight, sorry." She wiggled her 
fingers slightly and a large splinter of wood from a broken box flew 
through the air. He immediately powdered and the breeze, blowing 
toward her coated her with a fine film of dust. "Damn, when am I 
going to learn to watch that." she sputtered, spitting it from her 
lips and wiping her face.

Reaching home she walked into the living room where her parents 
were on the couch watching some old Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee 
movie, notable only for the amount of cleaveage and fangs. Pulling 
off her hat and coat and holding them across her lap, she plopped 
down beside her mother who uncurled her legs from the seat to make 
room. "You're home a little early tonight honey, is something wrong? 
You look a little blah." 

"Nah, I'm OK mom, think it's just a case of the back to school 
blues." she turned and gave her mother a halfhearted smile. 

Shelia reached over and rubbed the back of her hand down 
Willows cheek. "You usually love school." she said and looked at the 
back of her fingers. "You've got that strange dust all over you 
again."

"I can't pee into the wind, I'm a girl." Willow said under her 
breath.

"What dear?" her mother asked with a puzzled frown.

"Oh nothing, Just coming around the corner the wind makes a 
swirl." 

Sheila looked at her daughter strangely, quite certain that was 
not what she said but not pushing it.

Her father heard what she said and choked on his mouthful of 
beer. "Are you alright dear?" Shelia said slapping him lightly on the 
back. "I'm OK." he replied trying to hold back the laughter. "It 
just went down the wrong pipe." and reached around his wifes 
shoulders to tousle Willows hair.

Willow glanced over at her father and saw the expression on his 
face. "Busted!" she thought. Aloud she said "I guess I better get to 
bed, tomorrows school." and hurriedly got up and headed for the 
stairs. She was about half way up when her father turned and said 
over his shoulder, "You can always spit." 

Turning a brilliant red and with a high, shrill "Eeeeeeeeeeee!" 
Willow covered her face with her hands and flew up the stairs into 
her room and quickly shut the door. "I might not have the boyfriend 
I want but I sure did luck out on my parents." she thought, giggling.

Downstairs Shelia curled her legs back on the couch snuggling 
against her husband. "What was that all about?" she asked.

"Oh nothing, just a guy thing." he replied turning and kissing 
the top of her head.

Shelia knew Ira and Willow had always been more like father and 
son than father and daughter. "She's been seeming a little blue 
lately, I know it's not the back to school stuff either, she loves 
school."

Ira rubbed his cheek against her hair, "She's eighteen, what were 
you doing when you were eighteen?" he asked.

"I was going with you then." she answered.

"OK, what were WE doing when you were eighteen."

Sheila was silent for a few seconds, "Oh!" she said softly, 
after a slight pause "and Willow isn't--?"

"I don't think so, but we don't have to worry, she's got her 
head on straight and she'll know what's right. What do you think 
about that librarian, Giles is it, is that his first or last name? 
I've seen her face when she talks about him."

"I think it's his last, he seems like a nice man. I know he 
takes a special intrest in her, but don't you think he's a little 
old." Sheila took his hand and rubbed the knuckles with her thumb.

"Age is just a state of mind. Take a good look at his eyes, I 
don't think he's your standard librarian." he replied, raising his 
hand and kissing the back of hers.

A few more silent minutes went by before Shelia turned to him 
putting her lips softly against his ear murmured "Boy, do I remember 
what we were doing when I was eighteen. You're right, age is just a 
state of mind." Pushing her wet tongue in his ear she slipped her 
hand into his fly.

Ira turned to her catching her lips with his and sliding his 
tongue gently into her mouth at the same time running his hand up her 
dress to rub her through the nylon panties, feeling the dampness 
start to seep through. "Maybe we should go to bed too." he whispered.

"Think eighteen, don't be such a old fuddy." she said. "We've 
done it on the couch before, don't worry about Willow coming down, 
like you said, she'll know what's right," Sheila undid his belt and 
unbuttoning his trousers slid them and his boxers down around his 
knees. Swinging around to lay on the couch she raised her hips 
slightly to allow him to remove her panties at the same time pulling 
her dress up around her waist.

Ira lifted one of her legs over the back of the couch and 
kneeling between her legs pressed the head in, waiting a few seconds 
before slowly pushing all the way in. He pumped a few times and then 
lowered himself to take her in his arms as she began to thrust her 
pelvis up against him, they settled into a familiar, comfortable 
sex, enjoying each others company as much as the act.

Upstairs Willow heard the couch start squeaking and smiled. "I 
hope I'm like that when I'm their age, matches like those two don't 
come along every day." feeling happy for her parents but a little 
more lonely herself. Opening the drawer of her nightstand she took 
out her small "special box" where she kept her diary, her spell 
books, and a few other personal items no one else was supposed to 
see. Unlocking it she pulled out a round piece of pink plastic about 
seven inches long with a switch on one end. "Well Mr. Pokey, it 
looks like it's just you and me again." she said sadly.

Taking her makeup mirror she propped the magnifying side up on 
the bed. "I don't know why but it always feels better when I watch." 
she thought. Flicking the switch on Mr. Pokey she ran it up and down 
her clit until she began to dampen. Watching herself in the mirror 
she placed the rounded tip at the entrance of her channel and putting 
one finger on the base so as not to block her view pressed the 
vibrator all the way in, turning the switch onto high.

Running it in and out a few times was all it took to bring her 
to orgasm, she relaxed a few minutes, thinking the real thing just 
had to be better. Withdrawing it she wiped it and replaced it in the 
box, "No disrespect meant Mr. Pokey but I'll bet Giles' dick is ten 
times as good as you. Technically I guess I'm still a virgin." she 
said locking him away.

Rising she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and shower 
before bed, turning the shower head to a fine hard spray she washed 
the grime of the day off and played with herself, running her fingers 
in and out of her lathered pussy until she had a second 
orgasm. "It's still not Giles cock." she thought, wondering what he 
was doing. Returning to her bed she heard the squeaks from the couch 
become a little more rapid before losing their rhythm and falling 
silent. "They outlasted me, that's for sure." she said enviously. 
Rolling onto her side she turned out the light and fitfully drifted 
off to sleep.

Waking to the sound of her Garfield alarm clock, and knowing 
Giles would be in the library, she quickly brushed her teeth and 
dressed, runnng downstairs to the kitchen to slice up a banana on a 
bowl of cereal and pour a glass of milk, noting her parents were 
still asleep, "Must have been a hard night for the old folks." she 
thought fondly. On her way out the door she saw her mothers panties 
still on the coffee table and resisting the undaughterly urge to hang 
them from the chandelier took them into the laundry room . "I wonder 
if they'll notice." Hurrying on her way she hoped today Giles would 
finally notice her. "After all, I'm a senior and I'm eighteen."