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Beyond Desire, A True Need Ch. 01

By: Aingeal_leannan



Dedication: This is for my best Scotty friend, Justine. I had to add a little something for me, but everything else, is all for you. Hope you enjoy.   

 “Okay, so guys, I want you to try and finish up those pie charts this weekend,” Willow stammered trying to get the words out through the rushing children, “Miss Calendar expects to see them on Mon…,” she trailed off realizing she was the only one left in the room.

Willow began packing up the last remains of her work assignment. Teaching was fun…when the students listened to her. She really thought they still preferred Miss Calendar, to her, but she would make the best of it. Miss Calendar was far too busy researching how to restore Angelus’ soul. So, Willow being to the most reliable choice, was chosen to temporarily take over teaching.

It was Friday. A nice relaxing weekend awaited her, yet she did not budge from her chair. Everyone had plans. Xander was with Cordelia; Giles with Jenny; Oz, whom she had been sort-of dating since Buffy’s birthday, had a gig in Monterey. And Buffy, although no one else knew but Willow, was busing getting it on with Angelus. She had left school early to do, what she called, Slayer recon, but Willow knew better. She was leaving to join Angelus in his bed. Willow knew Buffy wanted Angel back, but would settle for Angelus for the time being.

So, with everyone with their plans, Willow had no one at all; except one person. Only it wasn’t right. She shouldn’t have these thoughts about someone of the same sex. And she had Oz to think about. And Justine, Justine had Steph to think about. But it had happened. She had made out with a girl behind the Stacks in the library. Unbeknownst to her that Angelus and Buffy were only two stacks away, going at it, while witnessing Willow’s little decent into her own darkness. It wasn’t until after Buffy and Angelus had finished, that they stood watching the pair of lesbians? Could Willow really be one? But Angelus had told Buffy, it appeared she was very much enjoying herself. Then, the two girls looked up, seeing them, and ran for the door. So, the two pairs of lovers had come to the same conclusion: Don’t ask. Don’t tell. Hey, if it worked for the U.S army. It could for them.

Willow realized that while she was reminiscing, she had opened her legs, and a hand had traveled between her thighs. Gently massaging her panty-soaked core, Willow closed her eyes once more. Where was the harm in this? It was Friday, and the school notably empty and desolate, there was no one there to catch her. It was her first kiss with a woman. But if it had to be anyone, Justine was perfect; her beautifully rounded breasts that peeked over her tiny t-shirt; the way her skirt had clung to her hips and thighs, beautifully molding her body. Willow could remember her smell. The arousal she knew the other girl held for her. Their first kiss was so intense. As if doing it, was the greatest sin on earth. But surely, something that good couldn’t be wrong? Or maybe, just because it felt so good, it was wrong.

“You really shouldn’t be doing that,” a voice drifted over to Willow as she shot up from her seat.

“What?” she asked, flustered, trying to straighten her skirt.
Justine smiled, “I said, you really shouldn’t be doing that. In school, I mean. Someone could catch you,” she laughed a little, “I mean, I could smell you all the way down the hall.”

“Smell? I smell? Why do I…” 

Justine walked slowly over to her, “Sshh. Not a bad smell. A good smell. What were you thinking of?”

Willow blushed, “I can’t….I mean…nothing.”

“Nothing,” Justine said as she raised a finely tweezed eyebrow, “so it was nothing that made you smell so sweet. It was nothing that was causing you to rub your hands into your pussy?”

Willow’s brows furrowed, “Um, yeah.” Man, what a dork, Willow thought. I want her so bad. But I can’t tell her. Telling her would mean I’d have to talk. Talking with me equals, stammering, scared Willow. Stammering, scared Willow equals, Justine running away.

“You don’t have to be shy, you know,” Justine said softly, “I know you want me. And I want you. Everyday I see you walk down the halls, I’m so wet. I have to run into the bathroom stall, and masturbate,” Justine softly traced the outline of Willow’s breast through her jumper, as Willow closed her eyes, “I want to make love to you. Please let me?”

Willow’s eyes shot open, “But Steph….and Oz…”

“Don’t have to know. You shouldn’t be the only one not aloud to give in to your desires. I mean, we did see Buffy and her boyfriend going at it. Why are they allowed to, and were not? Don’t you want to know what it would feel like to have my fingers inside of you? To see me lick your juice off of them? Don’t you want to taste me?”

“Yes,” she replied simply.

Justine moved toward the classroom door, and shut it. The loud door echoing throughout the hall. Justine slowly made her way back to Willow, shifting her hips in the most luscious way, causing honey to seep through Willow’s too-soaked panties.

Justine stared at Willow’s eyes and her hands slowly unbuckled the clasps of Willow’s jumper. Willow sighed in pleasure as Justine slowly dragged the garment down her legs, tossing it to the floor, leaving Willow left in a tiny top with a cow on it, and her panties which had little sheep on them. Justine smiled as she saw Willow’s nipples grow hard. “No bra?” she quizzically asked

“N... no…,” Willow stuttered. I was so anxious about teaching I forgot.

“Hmm, good for me,” Justine said as she drew close to Willow and kissed her dry lips, using her tongue to moisten them. At the soft invitation, Willow opened her mouth, allowing Justine’s tongue to venture in further. Willow, finally gaining courage, let her tongue dance along Justine’s as the kiss heated up. Justine pushed Willow onto the desk, as her hands roamed over her cotton covered breasts.

“Hmm…Justine…..I want you to…”

Justine looked into Willow’s eyes, “Say it. I need to hear you say it.”

“Make love to me?”

Justine nodded as she kissed her way down Willow’s collar-bone, then clasped onto a clothes nipple. Biting down softly as Willow whimpered and bucked beneath her.

Willow began struggling to take off Justine’s clothes as this amazing woman still attached herself to Willow’s breast. She managed to undo Justine’s fly and zipper, as Willow’s grown, Justine pushed the rest down her legs, kicking them away.

Justine stood straight and watched Willow’s flushed face, and the heaving of her chest. She quickly rid herself of the remaining offending garments she had on, and also pulled Willow’s t-shirt away, as her perky breasts pounce free, her nipples begging to be tugged and pulled again. The only cloth that separated them, was Willow’s sheep panties. When she began to pull them down herself, Justine stopped her. “Don’t. Leave them on. I’m going to chew through them.

At those words, lust took complete control and Justine stood overtop Willow on the desk. She kissed Willow hard, allowing a hand to travel down Willow’s body, and resting on top of her nether-curls. Willow bucked beneath her. She had never been naked with anyone before. Not even Oz. But Oz was no longer on her mind. Only Justine. 

Justine traveled down Willow’s body; licking her way in the valley of Willow’s breasts, softly inserting her tongue inside her belly-button, gently biting down on her hip-bone, causing goose-bumps to form on the tiny red-heads body, all the way massaging Willow’s pussy. 

Justine stood back taking a seat in Miss Calendar’s chair. She looked up, imaging all the kids that were there only a short time before. This would be Willow’s first time. The first time anyone was going to taste her sweet juices. She slowly tugged her panties down her legs, then away. Willow stared at her, nervous and excited at everything that was happening. Then it happened. Justine’s eyes grew to a predators gaze, and Willow was the prey. Justine slowly lowered her head, still keeping eye contact, and delved into Willow’s soaked pussy.

Willow bucked and screamed. Never had anything felt so good, and so bad. It was delicious. That was the only word to describe it.
Justine slowly circled the girl’s clit, then dropped a little lower, dragging her tongue up Willow’s entire snatch, which had her bucking and writhing beneath her. The taste of this girl was magnificent. She had imagined for the longest time what it would be like to taste her. To have her juices smeared across her face. But oh, those fantasies were never like this. To be eating this, still so innocent, girl out in a classroom, where anyone could walk through those doors at any time, was beyond ecstasy. One of her hands made their way up to one of Willow’s breasts, and began to manipulate it, as the other hand opened Willow’s pussy lips so she could reach every part of this girl.

Willow began to cry as Justine started plunging her tongue into her core. The feeling was amazing. She had lengthened her tongue and started to jab inside her. All Willow could think was Justine’s tongue was inside of her body. Justine tore her hand away from Willow’s breast and plunge two fingers inside of her. Willow screamed.

Justine looked up, “You really are tight, aren’t you. No one has ever been here before. You taste so good, Willow. I want to eat you forever.” She began thrusting the fingers inside her faster.

“Yes, Justine. Please baby, fuck me. Only you…..I want you…” Willow screamed as Justine delved into her pussy again, licking away all the juice that flowed out of her body. Justine maneuvered her mouth over Willow’s clit and began to suck in earnest. Willow, unaware of the intense feelings washing over her, screamed as she came all over Justine’s fingers and mouth.

Justine continued to lap up the remnants of her juice as she kissed her thighs in contentment. “You are so beautiful when you come. Did you know that?”

Willow blushed again, “No. I’ve never done that before. It was scary. And intense, and…amazing.”

Justine smiled, her face still wet with sex, “Thanks,”

Willow, noticing she needed to get cleaned up, pulled Justine up, then maneuvered them on the desk so that she straddled Justine. 

Justine laughed, “Wow. Where did the shy girl go?”

“Don’t know,” was all she said before leaning down and lapping up all of her own sweetness that was left on Justine’s face. Quickly moving lower to kiss her long and hard, tangling her tongue with her lovers. She pulled away, “It’s my turn. I want to taste you,” Willow said as she began kissing along Justine’s jaw-line, slowly moving lower to her breasts. Willow smiled, still a little nervous, but she wanted, nay, needed, her first taste of a woman. She leaned down and slowly circled the areolas of Justine’s breasts. Then taking the nipples in her mouth and sucking hard. Justine’s hands came to rest on the back of Willow’s head, urging her along.

Willow wasn’t sure at first, but now she knew. This was wonderful. Justine felt so soft. It felt so natural to be making love to this woman. She gathered her courage, and continued on her journey, copying what Justine had done to her earlier. When she reached the juncture of her thighs, Willow inhaled the scent of Justine. The whole room smelt of sex. Slowly, cautiously, Willow lowered her head and took a little taste before stepping back to look at Justine’s face for approval.

Justine had been in heaven. Having Willow taste her entire body was killing her. She wanted Willow to go faster. Take what she knew she wanted. But it was her first time. She also wanted Willow to love everything about it. So that she would come back for more. It was at the first contact of Willow’s tongue on her slippery pussy, that sent shivers throughout Justine’s body as she arched up to Willow’s mouth, realizing it was no longer there. Justine looked up at her face, “Don’t stop, Willow. It feels wonderful. Sweetheart, you’re doing a great job. Make me come, darling. Make me come all over your face, the way you did mine.”

Willow’s eyes grew wide with fury, as her lips curled into a smile. She used both her hand to open Justine to her, “I want to taste you. I want to make you scream the way you made me scream.”

Justine’s head dropped to the desk with a thud, “Oh, God, please.” Willow settled herself comfortably on the chair and lowered her head. She licked the entire length of Justine’s snatch, “Oh, fuck,” Justine cried out as Willow began sucking in earnest. It was tangy, but the taste was amazing. It was a drug. She quickly learned what Justine had been doing and jabbed her tongue in and out of Justine’s snatch, making her grip Willow’s hair tightly, as she thrusted up to meet her tongue. “Fuck me, Willow. Fuck me,” Justine screamed.

Justine cum was already oozing out of her, and Willow tried her best at being able to drink it all. She allowed her tongue to move up to Justine’s clit and puched one finger inside of her. Justine pussy contracted with the finger inside of her. She moaned Willow’s name, as she still had her hands firmly on top of Willow’s head. As if Willow had some better place to be. But Willow was finally inside of her. She added a second finger, which only cause Justine to clamp down tighter on the fingers.

“I’m coming Willow. I’m coming,” Justine shouted, as Willow once again moved her moth to Justine’s opening. She used one finger to massage and manipulate her clit, and the other, that was covered in Justine’s juices, she reached up as Justine stuck it in her mouth, sucking it for all she was worth. “Fuck, yes Willow,” Justine screamed as she came. Her cum spilling into Willow’s waiting mouth. 

As Justine’s breathing began to regulate again, Willow climbed on top of her. “Oh, no you don’t. were not done. My pussy is soaked, and yours is too,” Justine smiled as Willow began to slowly hump her, grinding their pussies into one another. Their legs tangled, and their tongues dueled, as they each raged closer to completion.

They bucked and grinded against each other, unaware that a couple stood at the back door of the classroom watching them. Angelus whispered into Buffy’s ear as he thrusted into her from behind. “See, Buff, looks like your innocent Willow isn’t so innocent after all. All it takes is a nice juicy pussy.” Buffy could only groan as she grinded herself onto Angelus’ shaft, as she kept her eyes forward on the mating couple in front of her. 

She had heard the voices in the hall when she passed by, peaking in, she had seen Willow sprawled on the desk, with someone between her thighs. At first she thought it must be Oz, but when a head came into view, Buffy recognized Justine from the library. It made her instantly wet. And ten minutes later, when Angelus had come looking for her, he found his Slayer’s fingers deep inside her own snatch, masturbating to the scene in front of her. Without even letting her know he was there, he pushed her into the wall and thrust into her tight pussy.

“It’s so beautiful Angelus. Watching them.”

“I know it is darling. It’s about time everyone gave into their needs around here,” he said grunting as he continued his assault on her core, “now, as long as people keep fucking the people they want to fuck, we can all be happy.”

Buffy couldn’t hold back any longer as she watched Justine and Willow fuck each other into screaming orgasms, which caused Buffy to explode right along with them. And at the feeling of her contracting pussy, Angelus grunted and spilled his seed deep inside of her as well.

Both couples lay against each other exhausted; each knowing that who they were with at that moment, was exactly who they should always be with.

Fini….was it good for you???

Beyond Desire, A True Need Ch. 02



Okay, so this is the follow-up piece to the first Willow/Justine story. Hope you like it Justine. 

Love Mrs. B


You Never Can Tell


She was embarrassed. How was she supposed to tell her best friend what she had done last night? She couldn’t even tell herself that it happened. But it had. She had made love to a woman. Not only that, she loved it. The way Justine felt beneath her fingertips. The way she felt on her tongue. Reminiscing about yesterday was enough to make her grow moist between her thighs. And the urge to satisfy the urges that sprung up inside her was overwhelming. Hopefully Buffy would not notice.

It was Saturday night and Willow was headed to the Bronze to meet Buffy. A single note for her left by her best friend in her locker the previous night. They had not spoken since Friday afternoon, before – it – happened. Willow blushed again at the thought. Then an image of Oz popped into her mind, Oh my God, Oz, she thought. What would he do if he found out? They had only started dating the night of Buffy’s birthday bash. The night everything went wrong. The night that Buffy’s true love was taken away from her. Then again, it didn’t seem to bother Buffy too much anymore. Willow knew that Buffy still loved Angel and would give anything to get him back, but until that time, she certainly looked as if she was enjoying herself with Angelus in the library the week before. That day was full of surprises. Willow found out about Angelus, and Buffy and he found out about her trip to lez-land. What surprised Willow almost more than finding out about Angelus, was that Buffy had actually brought him into the school, and into the library where Giles was. Regardless, they now each knew a secret about one another. 

So, this little invitation note to meet Buffy at the Bronze at 1:30am was slightly un-nerving. The Bronze closed at 1am, since most of its patrons were of the teenage variety. But the letter seemed strange. Short and sweet.

Willow,

Meet me at the Bronze at 1:30 Saturday night. We need to talk.		

-Buffy

Willow folded the paper up once more and shoved it into her pocket. She stood outside the front entrance. It seemed to still, so quiet, and definitely strange. She took a deep, necessary breath as she tried for the door. Expecting it to be locked, but it opened in her hands. 

Stealthily she walked into the room. All the chairs were piled up on the tables. The floor was swept of all debris. Wow, Willow thought, they really do clean up fast. The lights were dimmed almost to the point of being off, but things could still be seen with the naked eye…

And heard…

It was a whimpering, no,  perhaps a moan. Willow cautiously walked toward the other side of the room when she where the voice came from. She hid behind the staircase that led up to the second level. There, in the corner of the room near the couches, was Buffy laying sprawled out on one of the high tables as Angelus slowly thrusted into her tight heat. She was moaning and grabbing for his naked body. Words escaped her mouth Willow was sure she had never heard her utter before. Just as the words Willow had uttered to Justine had never crossed her lips before.

When Willow had first seen them, Angelus was going slow, making soft, languid movements inside the Slayer’s body. But now, he thrashed into her, pounded so hard that the table shook violently beneath them. Willow could see Buffy’s eyes open wide and stare into Angelus as she screamed for him to – well, do exactly what he was doing.

The sight and sounds of these two beings was too much to take as Willow’s hand slid down between her thighs, massaging her center through her red jeans. It was magnificent. This beautiful, tiny, yet preternaturally strong, blonde, all that shone lightly in the world, girl, was being pounded by a large, muscular dark  haired, everything that screamed danger, man. The world within them exploded as the world around everyone else remained the same. 

Angelus rested on Buffy’s body, as she barely had the strength to hold him tight to her. Willow, who had been so close to coming at the scene before her, stopped her movements, afraid at being discovered. Angelus raised his head off his lovers sated body, and still watching Buffy’s face of contentment, he spoke, “Sorry, Willow. I tried to last longer so that you could come too, but my lover here is just so damn hot I couldn’t hold back,” he said turning his grin-stricken face toward where Willow stood.

Willow began to back away as Buffy jumped off the table, “Oh, my God. Will,” she said going after her scattered clothes that were thrown about the floor.

“Buffy, I’m sorry, I -,” Willow stammered as she headed toward the door.

With his vampiric speed, Angelus stood before Willow in all his naked glory. “Where are you going? The fun has yet to begin.”

Willow stared at him a moment, “Angelus….I – I didn’t mean to interrupt –“

“Nonsense. You didn’t,” he turned his head upright to see Buffy quickly trying to pull on her clothes, “Buff,” he called as she looked up toward him, “don’t put your clothes on darling.”

“But..” Buffy began to stammer out.

Angelus narrowed his brows in slight anger, “But nothing. Leave them off.”

Buffy complied, still attempting to cover her nudity with her hands. 

Willow looked away from Angelus ashamed. The only problem was, she looked down – down to wear Angelus stood, still erect and glistening with his and Buffy’s combined juices. Blushing, she turned her head up once more to find him watching her.

“Never seen one before, hmm?” he said smiling.  Willow’s blush deepened. “Well, Buffy hadn’t before she met me either. And now,” he said glancing over to Buffy, then back at Willow, “she can’t get enough.” He leaned into her, brushing her ear, “She begs me to fuck her ever night. It’s incredible really. She’s so tight.” Willow whimpered at his words. He looked into her eyes as she quickly tried to avoid his gaze. With an expressionless face, he said, “Touch it.”

“What,” both girls sounded. Fear racing through Willow and jealously through Buffy.

Angelus looked up at Buffy, “Don’t worry lover, I just want to see if she likes the feel of hard cock,” she watched Willow’s face again, “the same way she loves the feel of wet pussy. Seems you and me have something in common, Willow. Pussy is delicious, isn’t it?” he gleamed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“Really? Hmm. Seems to me that you know exactly what I’m talking about, doesn’t she Buff,” he said smiling. Whispering again, “We saw you,” he sang, “I came across Buffy yesterday in the hallway of your school. She was petting that pretty little pussy of hers through her skirt. I wasn’t sure what was going on until I came up closer. You see,” he licked his lips, “I could smell arousal. Not just Buffy’s, but someone elses’. Then I peer into see what Buffy was so intent on, and what do I see, some little chick between your thighs. Gotta say, Will, never thought you had it in you.”

“You saw me….us,” Willow said mortified.

“Indeed,” Angelus gleamed. “My Buffy was so fucking wet when I slid into her. We watched as that girl ate you out. And watched as you returned the favor to her. Hell, we all came at the same time. So, who is she?”

“Nevermind. That’s none of your business,” Willow screamed, “you leave her alone.”

Angelus gave an unnecessary sigh. Obviously this girl didn’t know about his patience – or lack there of, the way Buffy did, “Buff, darling, sweet little slut of mine, who is that girl that Willow was eating. It was the same one as in the library. What’s her name?”

“Justine. Justine Deegan. She’s in our English class.”

“Thank you,” he said smiling at Buffy, then turning his attention back to Willow, “she was definitely cute. I can see why you wanted to fuck her. So tell me, wouldn’t you love to do it again?” he said staring at the person in question who just walked into the Bronze.

The trio turned around and watched the eyes of the nervous girl that had just entered the club. Wide eyes greeted them back as she held up a letter, “I got this from Willow,” she stated simply as she raked her eyes over the naked man standing in front of her.

Willow quickly grabbed the note out of Justine’s hand as she quickly read the scrap of paper, “I didn’t send this. I didn’t ask you to meet me here. It’s the same paper I got that Buffy sent me.”

Buffy stepped further into view, still fruitlessly attempting to hide her nudity from the others while Angelus stood gloriously naked in front of all three girls, without shame or embarrassment. “I didn’t send you a note, Will,” Buffy said quickly before hiding back in the shadows.

Angelus smirked at her modesty. His lover, despite all her naughtiness when they were together, still possessed the humiliation about herself one has during their teenage years Angelus turned back to the girls. He noted with amusement how Willow eyes kept shifting. While he was presumably not watching her, or so she thought, her eyes never left him. Or his engorged flesh that jutted out from between his thighs. Whereas Willow’s lover, Justine kept her eyes glued to Angelus’. Awaiting an answer she already knew he was able to give.

“Come over here lady’s. To the center of the room,” he drawled, “I will tell you all you want know. Follow me,” he said turning around and walking toward his timid lover. Willow and Justine eyed each other for a moment, before Justine boldly followed suit, leaving Willow trailing behind.

All four stood in the center of the Bronze. Buffy had once again attempted to get dressed, but was quickly diverted once she saw the look on his face. So there she stood, naked across from her best friend, and her best friend lover? Could she be called that? Buffy wasn’t sure. Either way, Justine was very much still a stranger, an acquaintance at most.

“So why are we all here,” Justine boldly asked breaking the silence.

They all looked at her while Angelus chuckled slightly, “Well my dear, you’re here because you thought Willow wanted to see you. Willow is here because she thought Buffy wanted to see her, and Buff,” he watched his lovers heated gaze as he grew harder still at the sight of her nude body, “Buff is here because she wanted a fuck.”

All three girls flinched at the harshness of his words. “Here it is though” he looked at Willow, “Willow, all this time I thought you were the poster child for innocence. I apologize for stereotyping you. You are quite the little vixen if watching you slide your tongue inside this young woman here is any indication. Kudos. You made her come beautifully.”

Willow’s face fell a deep shade of crimson as she blushed from ear to ear. Angelus turned to Justine, “And you, I suppose you’re the one to thank for Willow’s little change of teams, shall we say.”

“Who are you?” Justine couldn’t believe what was going down tonight. She thought she was meeting Willow here for a talk. Or at her hopes highest, another discreet encounter. She had masturbated herself to the memory of their little classroom adventure at least a dozen times since yesterday. Nothing in the world was more delicious that Willow.  But now she stood in the Bronze with a very naked, Buffy, that was her name, right? Vaguely she remembered her from class and seeing Willow with her. Justine had raked her eyes over Buffy’s body when she first saw it. Beautiful.  Her tiny frame, the curve of her hips, the roundness of her breasts. She was beautiful. And it didn’t go un-noticed that her curls between her thighs were soaking wet. What had she missed before she walked through those doors?

Then there was this man. Obviously the one heading the show. She may have been a lesbian, but his form was beautiful; his towering height in comparison to all three girls; the angelic face with the smoldering eyes; the cut if his chest; the obvious firmness of his cock. The man was gorgeous.

And lastly, Willow. Angelus was wrong about one thing, Justine thought, Willow still is very much an innocent. While she may have pushed her to explore her more devious side. The side that hungered for the soft flesh between a woman, she was still too shy. Too inhibited. Willow was nervous about her body, uneasy about her lovemaking abilities and edgy about herself as a whole. Hopefully Justine would have the opportunity to teach Willow how to explore her body. And Justine’s as well.’

“I’m Angelus,” he answered after a pause, “We were just telling Willow before you came in, that you two made a beautiful sight together. My lover over there was so wet at the sight of you eating away at Willow. Damn near thought she’d stroll into the room herself and offer her fingers as help. Of course that would never happen,” his eyes darkened as he watched Buffy squirm, “it would never happen because Buff is mine and not allowed to touch, or be touched by another being. Not that imagining her little pink tongue lapping up a woman’s juice isn’t appealing. It is. Just as imaging another woman fucking her and sucking her pert little nipples has its charm as well. But this will never happen, “So Buff, no gnawing at pussy.”

Buffy gave a large gulp, deciding she’d had enough, walked fully more into the center of the room. She stood a foot from Angelus and watched his face, expressionless, “Get to the point Angelus. I know why I’m here. And certainly why you are, but why are they?”

Docilely, he replied, “Because its there turn to watch.”

“What,” Buffy quietly mumbled as she watched a smile cross his face. 

“Darling, we watched them. We stared at them as they fucked. Remember? We could almost feel them making love. And I know you loved it. I think it would be rather rude of us not to allow them to watch. It’s certainly better than porn.”

“I won’t,” Willow said stumbling away from them, “I won’t. Buffy’s my friend. I can’t..”

He cut her off, “You will. You’ll watch me fuck her tight little pussy. Maybe even her ass tonight. I’m telling you Willow, the juice that slides down her thighs is delectable, truly the finest wine.”

“Buffy how could you let him do this to you.,” she spat at her best friend, “what about Angel.”

“Shut the fuck up Willow,” he commanded, “we don’t talk about him. We’ve talked him to death in my opinion. Buffy fucks me because I make her scream so goddamn loud, she’s woken the dead. Literally.”

Justine tread forward, “Why would we want to watch you?”

“Because Willow will never truly open up to you,” he chuckled lightly, “sorry for the pun, she’ll never open up to you if you don’t pervert her. Show her the world of lust. I wasn’t there for the first part, but I’m sure it took more than a little convincing on her part. You have the hunger. I can see it in your eyes.”

Justine stood there. She knew this man was right. But perhaps it was Willow’s innocence that she was drawn to. Still, wouldn’t it be amazing for Willow to make love with her in front of this couple. These two people that even now, looked as if they wanted to crawl inside each others bodies.

Justine looked at Willow with a gleam in her eye that she knew what was going to happen. Willow was going to watch her best friend make love? No, it wasn’t making love was it. It was pure animalistic sex  between the two. But surely there was love there. After all, it was all Buffy had left of her beloved. And for Angelus to stick around and not kill the Slayer, that was worth some thought. Only, not now.

Angelus smiled at the girl’s obvious withdrawal. It made him harder, all though he wasn’t entirely sure that was possible, at the thought of being watched. He stalked over to Buffy who held her eyes to the ground. Not in a show of defeat,  merely in an awareness as to what she had become. Angelus lifted her chin with one finger, “Come on darling, just imagine it. Remember what watching them did to you. You were so slick. Now, Willow needs to be shown how to open up. If she isn’t, how can she ever truly please Justine? How can she ever know how to eat pussy the best way. The perfect angle of the tongue, the nipping of the clit, sliding in a finger,” he smiled as he watched her eyes slide shut. Her heady arousal wafted through the air. “Don’t you want Willow to know how to please a woman? The way you liked to be pleased by me.”

“Yes,” she sighed as Angelus strolled his finger down her collarbone and massaged the curve of her breast.

“That’s my girl,” he turned to Willow, fully aware that even after that brief moment with Buffy, both she and Justine were heavily aroused. Slick with honey that made Angelus want to taste them each. Only, Buffy had him. In every sense of the word. Only she didn’t know it yet. “Now Willow, Buff here never likes to wait. She hates being teased. So, I do just that. I tease. Make Justine wait. Tease her a little bit. Make her juice slide down her legs.” Willow nodded as Angelus went back to work on Buffy.

He bent his head forward and captured her lips with his own. Drawing his tongue inside her, she was getting hotter by the second. While at first their kiss was almost tender, it had quickly heated up once Buffy wound her arms around his neck, pulling his face closer. He broke the kiss and moved down her body slightly, imprisoning a taut nipple between his teeth, he bit down, Buffy cried out but did not move away, only clutched his head to her breast as if she was nursing a child.

“Oh, Angelus,” she crooned. She couldn’t believe it. How could she have submitted so easy to Angelus? Especially regarding this? How could she allow her best friend, and pretty much a stranger, watch her fuck this demon? This demon that was…her mind was taken off track,  “Oh, yes,” she cried out as he nipped a particularly sensitive area.

Angelus stuck out his tongue and glided it down her body, dipping it inside her belly button along the way. When he reached her wet curls, he softly parted her nether lips, still staring at her glistening sex, he spoke to Willow, “Come here Willow,” she obeyed. Slowly walking over, trying to chafe her thighs together to relieve some of the tension. She glanced at Justine along the way, noticing how she was softly massaging her clothed sex. 

Willow stood beside Angelus as he told her to kneel down, she complied. Buffy’s pussy lay straight ahead and open to her heated gaze. Was she really doing this? And how come Buffy was watching her intently, not even attempting to move away?”

“Look at it Willow. Isn’t it beautiful? She’s always like this, you know. I make sure, one way or another that she is always wet and ready for me, even while she’s in class with you. I’m sure you remember my little visit to the school last week. Her pussy is so pink and the way she clutches my cock when I’m inside her, it makes me crazy,” casually he leaned in and dragged his tongue along her slit. Buffy screamed in pleasure as Willow’s hitched sigh could be heard throughout the room, and she was pretty sure she even began to drool. “Hmm,” he pulled back, “so good. You know Willow, I have definitely eaten my share of pussy, and in all my long life, none has ever compared to hers,” Angelus looked up at Buffy and smirked, “Say it darling. I know you want to tell me something.”

“Fuck me.”

He chuckled, “Patience lover. In due time. Willow’s lesson is far from over.”

“Please? Please just fuck me. I need you inside me,” she begged.

Angelus turned toward Willow, “See, she begs. Never likes being teased. Doesn’t matter, I will still do as I please as she well knows. Do you want a taste Will?”

Willow swallowed harshly. “I – I don’t…”

“Relax. I just meant from my finger. No one gets between her thighs but me,” Willow nodded at he pushed his index finger inside her, pulling it out, he held it to Willow’s mouth. She looked over to Justine, who had taken her shirt and skirt off. She stood only in a pair of panties and a deep purple bra. Watching Justine face intently, Willow stuck out her tongue and enveloped Angelus’ finger. Sucking all of her friends juice off his long digit. Angelus smiled as he retracted his finger.




Beyond Desire, A True Need Ch. 02



“Now,” he started, “normally Buff would be on her knees sucking my cock, which she is so talented at, but I’ll wait for that later. I want to fuck her now. So grab your little pixy over there Willow, and see how she compares to my Buff.”

Angelus made quick work of sprawling Buffy overtop the table and plunging into her while grabbing a breast and pinching the nipple that stood at its peak. Buffy’s cries of pleasure rocked the Bronze, making the glassware at the bar cling and clang.

Willow slowly walked toward Justine, her eyes hazy and drugged with lust. Shy, innocent Willow was gone. She wanted to fuck this girl. She had never had any feelings for a female before, so now that she did, Justine must be special. 

Justine had stopped the ministrations she was performing on herself as she watched Willow’s eyes. Never had she been in this situation before. Yeah, she had been with girls, and guys. But nothing she had ever experienced had been as erotic as this night. She glanced at the mating couple on the table, grunting and hissing in pleasure. Justine wanted to be in that moment with Willow right now. But Will would have to make the first move. Angelus was right. She needed to be secure in herself. She didn’t have to wait long…

“I want to eat you out. Make you come a hundred different ways. I want your juice to flow down my throat. I want to fuck you,” before Justine could even smile at Willow for her comment, she was dragged to the red couch and thrown down. Willow straddled Justine, grinding herself onto her. She quickly fused her mouth with hers, greedily drinking all of her moans. Willow bit her lip, then moved further down her body. She unlatched the front opening to Justine’s bra and tore it away. “They’re so pretty,” she ogled, “I could suck on them all day. In my mind, I have been.”

“Then do it Willow. Take me. Fuck me the way you want to.”

Willow leaned down and encased Justine’s nipple. She sucked so hard, she almost took the entire mound in her mouth. Justine mewled up, “Oh God Willow,” she panted as she held her lover to her breast. It may have been all so new to her, but Willow was definitely doing great.

Willow let go of Justine’s nipple, and trailed down her body, softly dipping her tongue inside Justine’s belly button. The action caused Justine to croon and tangle her fingers through Willow’s fiery red hair. She slowly traced Justine’s hipbone, causing little goose-bumps to form over her body. Once she had reached her inner thighs, she gripped Justine’s panties and threw tore them from her body. Resting her knees on the floor, and staring at the beautiful sex of this girl, Willow rose her eyes toward Justine. 

Justine held Willow’s face for a moment, reveling in the fact that after tonight, Willow would be hers. She knew they would make love endlessly and passionately. With eyes that told Willow to go ahead, she did just that. Willow opened Justine’s lower lips, like Angelus had shown her, and softly licked around the labia. Teasing her, not giving Justine what she wanted. She continued her soft strokes, avoiding stabbing her entrance or flicking her tiny nub.

Justine held Willow’s face to her pussy, “Oh yes, Willow…suck it sweetheart…I’m gonna come…” she mewled.

Angelus had slowed his thrusting down, as he and Buffy watched the site before them. Buffy had to admit, it was beautiful seeing two women love each other. It was beautiful seeing these two women love each other. Her desire was peaked, but she continued to watch the couple as she clung to Angelus, her lover, for what she knew would be eternity. Would it be the same for these two women.

When Willow had delved between Justine’s thighs, Buffy could no longer see. A little whine escaped her, causing Angelus to chuckle. He leaned into his lover, “My baby loves watching them fuck, doesn’t she?” she nodded, “well, we should get you a better view then lover,” with those words he pulled himself from her body, causing a shudder from Buffy, then quickly flipped her over to that he could take her from behind, giving them both a great view of the two women.

“Remember, take it slow, Willow, make her beg,” Angelus hushed voice carried over. “Make all those juices flow.”

Willow did just as he said. She continued suckling Justine’s pussy, making her whine and pant with unrequited lust. But Willow could not hold back any longer, she reached her arms underneath Justine’s legs, and flung them over her shoulders, as they lay resting on her back, she had an open view to Justine’s glistening sex. Looking up at Justine with fuck me eyes, Justine nodded. Willow plunged her tongue inside her tight channel, grabbing a jiggling breast at the same time.

“Oh, yes, Willow…,” her encouraging words only edged Willow on as she stabbed inside her body, occasionally taking time to flick her clit. Justine reared up, “My clit, please…I need to cum…,” Willow smiled, she was making Justine beg. This was a good sign.

At Justine’s words, a sudden roar and scream could be heard as they looked over and watched Angelus spill his seed inside Buffy. They had come at Justine’s words. Simple little words had brought them over the edge. At the sight of the two lovers panting and thrusting on the table, and Willow’s ministrations, and pretty much the whole situation the evening had turned into, Justine came, spilling her juices all over Willow’s tongue and face, which she greedily drank up. 

Three people were left panting, save one. Willow’s was so aroused and so unsated she thought she was going to burst. She tore her clothes off her body. Her sweater was gone in a flash as were her red jeans. Justine helped with Willow’s bra and panties. Crawling up Justine’s soaked body, they began kissing again. Willow whispered in her ear, “Eat me,” which caused a smile to creep over her lovers features.

Justine held her a moment, “I wish I could really be inside your body the same way a man can. I want to be a part of you.”

“You are,” Willow smiled.

“Just a minute,” Angelus broke through. “I have a surprise for you,” he said releasing Buffy. At her moan of disappointment, he looked at her, raising an eyebrow in question. “I just gave you a great fuck, Buff. Give me a minute. I’ll do it again. But a lesson is still being taught.”

Buffy let her head fall back on the table with a thud. She looked up and saw Willow staring at her as Angelus went to a bag that sat on the stage. Willow blushed, as Buffy smiled, “You two were beautiful, Will. You seem happy.”

“Yeah,” she said resting her head on Justine’s chest, “I am,” she smiled, “and you look happy too. And all sweaty. Just as long as Angelus doesn’t go, you know, killing anyone,” at that comment, she heard Angelus huff, “I won’t say anything. If you two belonged together before, I guess you belong together now.”

“Thanks Will. And I never would have thought you a muncher, but you looked great doing it. I guess you never can tell.”

“Nope. Guess not.”

“Here,” Angelus said thrusting something at Willow and Justine. 

Justine stood up in all her naked glory, “It’s a dildo. I am not using this. I don’t know who you think you are, but I eat pussy. Not cock.”

“It’s for Willow. She’s never had her cherry popped. I thought you would like to have the honors.”

Justine looked down at Willow who blushed at the thought of using one of those. What were they called? Strap-on dildos? But the thought of Justine being the one to de-virginize her turned her on. Willow was so shy when it came to sex, until the other night, she had never even fingered herself. It was wrong. But making out with Justine in the library had caused her fingers to involuntary travel down between her thighs one night. It made her gasp the first time, but also made her feel really naughty.

“Willow, would you like me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she sighed without even realizing it.

Buffy smiled. She was watching this important moment in a woman’s life. The first night she made love was clouded with Angelus coming back, but it was still beautiful. Angel had given her ecstasy; made soft, sweet love to her, that even though she came a hundred times a night with Angelus, she still wanted her Angel back. Not that she would ever allow Angelus in on that knowledge.

Angelus back away and headed toward his lover once more as Justine strapped the make-shift cock on. Watching Willow face closely, she moved forward.

“Okay, Willow,” Angelus called, “like any cock, you should really grease it up before hand,” he turned to Buffy, “Buff, time for your meal.” She slowly sank to her knees and took his rod in her hand. Buffy glanced at Willow, “Watch what I do.”

So Willow did just that. She watched her best friend lavish this cock that stood in front of her. Now Willow was certain, from stories she over-heard, that she wouldn’t like the taste of penis. She already knew she loved the taste of pussy. But this wasn’t a real penis. It was a part of Justine, if even for a few minutes.

Willow watched as Buffy showed the same attention to his cock as he did her snatch. She teased him, which caused growls to escape his throat. She took the entire length in her mouth, which caused a purr to rumble within his chest. Obviously Buffy had been practicing. How she was able to fit that length or thickness inside her mouth, was beyond Willow and when Buffy sucked hard on the very tip of the purple head, at the same time, fondling his balls, a roar tore through Angelus as he came all over her face and in her mouth. Hadn’t it been not even a year before, during one of their discussions that both she and Buffy had said they would never swallow? I guess you never know.

Willow repeated the same actions as Buffy had. Tasting, teasing, licking and sucking on the fake penis, which she was certain probably tasted better than the real thing. Justine helped, plunging into her mouth and holding her Willow’s head. During all this Willow brought her hand up, teasing the pink flesh of Justine’s pussy that lay beneath the strap. 

Willow had had enough. She wanted Justine inside her. She pulled away from the Phallus and lay on top of the couch, her legs at one end, her head at another, so that she could truly be made love to.

Vaguely, Willow became aware that Buffy and Angelus had fucked again, and had come several more times atop the table. And that Angelus had eaten her out again, causing another orgasm to shoot through her, but now they sat watching this moment between Willow and Justine.

Justine straddled Willow, and held her face in her hands, “It may hurt a little, but I promise I’ll go slow. I mean, you’re pretty wet, so it will be easier,” she whispered.

“I trust you,” Willow said staring into Justine’s adoring eyes.

Justine trailed the dildo up and down Willow’s slit several times. She positioned it at her entrance and slowly slid it in, causing a gasp to escape her mouth. Justine stopped at her barrier. Leaning down she sighed, “I love you,” before kissing Willow roughly at the same time she plunged head first into her hymen. Willow small cry was captured by Justine’s lips and she moved her tongue inside Willow’s mouth.

Angelus leaned into Buffy, “You were exquisite when I took your cherry, lover. The rapture on your face…,” he smiled genuinely, “was beautiful.” 

Buffy didn’t comment on the fact it was Angel not him, she figured he was being sincere, she should not comment otherwise. She followed his suit as he quietly dressed himself. She did so as well, leaving the two lovers on the couch alone. They headed out into the night, two people finding peace in themselves knowing who they truly belonged with.

Justine softly made love to Willow, whispering sweet words of comfort as she took this girls virginity. Willow crooned and held Justine close to her. Making love to this women felt so right. Willow tried to thrust upwards, trying to get Justine as deep inside her body as possible. Realizing Willow’s approaching orgasm, Justine slammed into her, “Oh, Willow….does it feel good….”

“Yes,” she panted, pawing Justine’s jiggling breasts above her, “I need you inside me always….always…” she said leaning up and flicking the taut nipples of Justine’s tits.

“Yes Willow, bite them…,” she complied, “Oh, God..” Justine screamed as she pounded into Willow, trying to angle it just right so that she also made contact with her own throbbing core, and Willows.

Willow was so close, reaching around and pulling Justine flat on top of her. They grinded against one another, “Yes….” The screamed in unison as they kissed roughly, tumbling over the couch, with Willow being on top as they each reached their orgasm, panting and writhing on top of each other.

Slowly they came down from their high as Justine gently stroked Willow’s sweat soaked hair. Both breathing heavily, Justine spoke tenderly, “Shhh..baby…are you okay?”

Willow turned her head up and smiled, “Yes…it was amazing. I’m a little sore, but it’s a good kind of sore.”

“When then, now that we’re all alone, lets make it better,” she said with a gleam in her eye.

Willow looked around. They left? When had they left? Either way, Willow was grateful for that night. For everything Angelus and Buffy had done. It was sure to be a conversation piece for lunch-time. Of course, only between them, Xander could never know. Or Cordelia.

Justine shifted, and pulling out of Willow un-strapped the dildo and threw it aside, maneuvering until she lay atop Willow in a 69 position. Willow gasped at how open she was for her viewing. Justine smiled as she stared at Willow’s glistening pussy. She could almost see her lovers’ clit throbbing. She leaned down and captured Willow’s clit in her mouth, which sent an orgasm through her instantly. It was the first oral contact Willow had had on her moist center since the day before. Far too long a wait.

After her momentarily state of bliss, Willow reached up and licked the length of Justine’s slit while her own pussy was being worked on. She stabbed her tongue inside Justine’s snatch. Letting her tongue rest there as Justine began to pounce on top of it, bringing her tongue in as far as she could go. Willow quickly replaced her tongue, the need to breath becoming a necessity, with her finger. First one, then two, and before long, realizing that Justine had far more experience, she had slipped three fingers inside her tight channel. Suddenly Willow wondered about something she had heard about. It was gross when she first heard about it, but now it seemed entirely possible. Fisting. Not now, maybe never, but the idea wasn’t so gross after all. She continued the driving her fingers with force inside Justine’s body, “Fuck them,” she said. Where did that come from? Willow never swore, and yet, here she was. Then again, she never ate pussy before either yesterday either, “Fuck them Justine. Come all over my hand…..I want to see you cover my hand with juice.”

Justine pounded on Willow’s fingers, screaming and lost in her own pleasure, she neglected Willow’s cunt, occasionally slipping a finger in, but losing her train of thought at Willow’s words, exploded all over her hand, “Fuck….Willow…harder baby…yes, right there…oh God, Yesss!!!,” she screamed as she fell on top of her, her face buried inches from Willow’s pussy.

Extracting her fingers from inside Justine, she licked them clean, once again, enjoying the taste as she gave a kiss to each of Justine’s inner thighs, then on top of her mound.
Justine stirred as she opened her haze eyes. Boy was she going to sleep well tonight. All this action was making her tired. But she would not leave her Willow unsatisfied.

She lowered her head, and without warning stabbed two fingers inside Willow, stretching her. Willow cried out, but didn’t want her to stop. She held onto Justine’s butt as she thrusted up to her fingers. While she plunged the fingers inside of her, Willow felt her lick up all the juice that flowed out of her. Willow could only imagine what Justine looked like with all that juice on her: Delectable. Angelus’ word had come to mind. He said Buffy was delectable, Willow knew that that word was perfect to describe her lover as well.

Willow nearly convulsed at Justine’s ministrations. She held on tightly to Justine’s ass as she concentrated in reaching her orgasm. Yet another one tonight. In the back of her mind she wondered how many Buffy had a night. Tonight alone, although she hadn’t been paying too much attention, it seemed as if Buffy had something like 6…and she had walked in after they started. Who knows how long it had been going on before she got there.

“Come one Will, show me how good you look when you come…I want to drink you down…fuck my fingers…yes…just like that.”

Justine’s words only enflamed her more as she rose to meet the questing fingers of her lover. “Yes….so close….I need….wait stop….stop…,” she screamed.

Justine didn’t stop, “Why?”

“Its too….its too much…can’t take it…”

“Yes you can baby. Just let it go. Let it all go,” Justine said around Willow’s pussy lips while still hammering inside her body. Using her fingers, she stroked upwards.

Willow screamed and clutched Justine hard as she came. But it wasn’t just a little, she thought she was actually peeing, but Justine knew better. She had just given Willow a g-spot orgasm. She smiled as she lapped up all the juice she could, but much to her avail, most still ended up pooling on the floor. Willow’s head fell to the floor with a thud. 

Justine quickly turned herself around. Had Willow lost consciousness? “Will? Willow?” a groan escaped Willow’s mouth as groggily she opened her eyes. Justine smiled at her lover.

Blinking, Willow attempted to clear her eyes of blurriness. “Did I pee on you,” she asked nervously.

Justine laughed, “Would I have this grin on my face if you had? No Will. You didn’t. You had a g-spot orgasm. It’s actually rare. It’s the ultimate ecstasy. Or so I’ve been told. I’ve never had one. But I hope some day, with your help,” she smiled sincerely, “that I will.”

“I’ll do my best,” Willow answered shyly. Looking around her at the empty room, then feeling the wetness beneath her, she sat up. “Can we go now? I think I want to shower, besides,” glancing at her watch, “oh my God, its dawn. My parents will be up soon. I better get home.”

“Yeah. We can go,” Justine replied gathering each of their clothes and getting dressed, “I have to say, I guess we owe a debt to Buffy’s boyfriend Angelus for getting us here.”

“Yeah. I wonder how we’ll have to repay him,” she said as took Justine’s hand and they walked out the door together.

The End