TITLE: A Summers waiting(1/4): Sporting Therapy

AUTHOR: Karya

E-MAIL: karya-mac@cybergal.com

RATING: NC17 f/m smut

SUMMARY: Set just after Becoming 2: Xander helps Joyce to cope

while Buffy's away.

DISCLAIMER: They don't belong to me, they belong to Joss

Whedon, Mutant Enemy, WB, Fox and all the other wonderfully

creative Buffy People.

DISTRIBUTION: http://members.tripod.co.uk/karyamac/ - "It's

More Of A Hot Night" ; elsewhere, go for it, just let me know.

FEEDBACK: Better than se...chocolate anyday!

NOTES: I know it's more car sex, but I'm not repeating myself

honest. I wrote this a few months back, in fact it's the first thing I

ever wrote. After writing 'Voyeur', I decided to go back, revise it and

post it, to see if I could get other people writing Joyce/X. Go on

people, let Joyce have some fun!

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Xander and Willow walked away from Buffy's house. They both let out a

collective sigh of relief. "Phew! She's getting worse and worse every time."

Xander said, "At least we've got something to do, even if it does involve

vampires, stakes and brain-numbing terror. She just sits there waiting for the

phone to ring."

"Yeah, if Buffy doesn't come home soon, Joyce is gonna go crazy. I could

kill Buffy for doing this to her." Willow looked fierce for once.

"Get in line." They walked along in silence for a minute. "We gotta do

something to get her out of that house. Get her moving."

"She's got that book club." Said Willow, thoughtfully. "She goes to the

gallery sometimes."

"That isn't working. She still sits closer and closer to that phone every time

we go. Never mind. I'll think of something."

"Course you will!" Said Willow, sarcastically.

"I love the way you have such faith in me, Will."

*********************

If Willow was surprised to be dragged back to Buffy's house the next day,

she tried not to show it. Xander's plan might even help, if they could get

Joyce to agree. They begged and cajoled and begged again, until Joyce

found herself, not very sure how she had got there, playing squash against

Xander at the YMCA in the next town, while Willow manned the phones

back at Chez Summers.

Xander was not a good player in anybody's opinion, but in the beginning he

was beating her easily. Then he started hitting the ball so that it bounced

straight at her. Forced to defend herself, she started concentrating on the

game and for the second part of that hour she hardly thought about her

daughter at all. Her whole mind concentrating on a racket, a wall and a small

rubber ball.

By the end of the hour they were both hot, tired and sweaty. She hated to

admit it, but she was feeling much better. She turned to her partner and said

with a grin, "Xander! You are an awful player." She meant to say more but

Xander had forgotten to bring his towel to the court and had stripped off his

T-shirt to wipe his face, it was a very interesting view. Helping fight

vampires obviously helped develop muscle. *Down girl, this is one of your

daughter's best friends!* But her second thought was, *Who cares, I'm only

looking.* She noticed that the women passing the court were also doing

double takes and grinned.

He grinned back at her. "My talents lie in other things." He said. "And when

I find them, you'll be the first to know." Joyce laughed and they went to get

changed.

In the women's locker room, she saw a woman who had watched them play

for a while. Joyce smiled at her, she smiled back and said. "Is your son

really a bad player? Or was he just letting you win?"

"Oh! No!" said Joyce, without thinking, "He's not my son."

"Really!" The woman said, with a leer. "Lucky you." She left the locker

room, leaving Joyce blushing desperately. She quickly showered and

changed, meeting Xander by her car.

She was starting to feel jumpy again. "I'd better ring Willow. Buffy might

have..."

"I rang her. Nobody's called." Xander interrupted, putting his hand on her

arm. When Joyce looked up, she saw the woman from the locker room

smirking at her across the parking lot, and pulled her arm away. "What's the

matter?"

Joyce took a deep breath and explained. Xander looked at the woman and

grinned. "I've never been anybody's toyboy before."

Joyce gave him what Buffy called her 'Mom Face', "She's still looking, let's

get out of here." She started unlocking the car. Xander stopped her.

"No, I've got a better idea." Before she could stop him, he put his arms

around her, pressing her against the car, and kissed her. It was not as hot a

kiss as he made it look, he hardly touched her, but her whole body tingled.

Her heart was beating even faster than it had on the court, and her stomach

was doing somersaults. He pulled away, luckily just before her knees gave

way. "O.K." He said. "We can go now." She unlocked the car in a daze, let

him in the other side and drove off, heading back to Sunnydale.

*********************

Halfway there, she pulled off the road into a rest stop, it was deserted, ideal,

she could shout at Xander all she wanted without anyone else hearing. She

switched off the engine and turned to face him. "Can you give me any

reason why I shouldn't push you straight out of this car and drive off?"

"Sorry Joyce, I guess I just got carried away, I didn't mean to upset you."

"Upset me, of course you didn't upset me, as if YOU doing something like

that would upset me."

"I didn't mean..."

"I don't care what you meant. I'm never going anywhere with you again, and

you never mention this to anyone. Right?"

"I wouldn't have said anything. It was stupid. I'm sorry." He was looking

down at his hands. He looked so downcast that she couldn't help it. She

reached over and kissed him on the cheek.

An electric shock seemed to run through her body at the contact. He turned

towards her, gazing at her with his beautiful, brown eyes. He kissed her

again, this time opening her mouth and caressing her tongue with his. She

put her arms round him, pulling him closer, stroking his hair and the back of

his neck.

He was much better at this than at squash. His plan had definitely worked,

though not quite how he had meant it to. She had not thought about Buffy

for some time.

*********************

He ran his hands down her back, stroking her gently. He slipped his hands

under her blouse, caressing the soft skin of her lower back. She moaned,

pulling away slightly. At first he thought he had gone too far, but she just

undid her blouse and pulled it off.

She leaned towards him again, kissing his mouth and jaw, her hands moving

to the side of the seat behind him. She pulled at a lever and the seat tipped

slowly backwards.

On top of him now, she kissed him deeply and moved her hands down to the

bottom of his shirt. "Take it off." She whispered, moving backwards until

she was straddling his thighs. He pulled it off as quickly as he could. She

stroked him from his shoulders to his nipples, enjoying the feel of his hard

muscles. She pinched his nipples, and he moaned.

He sat up and caressed her breasts through the silk of the bra. He sucked at

her nipples through the bra, as, with a slight struggle, he undid the back and

pulled it down her arms. Her breasts were gorgeous, they fitted in the palms

of his hands beautifully. He took one of the nipples in his mouth and sucked

hard. She moaned, grinding her pelvis against him. Her stomach tightened

with desire and she pushed him down onto his back.

She stroked him through his jeans, he was rock hard. She unbuttoned his

jeans, pulling them and his shorts down to his knees. He was very big and

very hard. She stroked him gently, looking at his face. He moaned and

closed his eyes. She slid down until her mouth was right over him. Her

tongue flickered out and licked him, he tasted good, the skin so smooth

against her tongue. She took him into her mouth sucking gently, gradually

taking his cock all the way down into her throat.

He had been aroused by the kissing, when she started taking their clothes

off, he had got rock hard, but this was incredible. The soft, wet heat of her

mouth surrounding him, her tongue rubbing against him and her throat

throbing round him. He was going to come, in her mouth. "Joyce I'm

gonna..." She didn't pull away, just sucked harder. With a gutteral grunt he

came, shooting the cum down her throat. She kept sucking until he was

totally drained.

"Ummmm." She said, licking her lips. "That was good." She slid up his

body and attacked his mouth, he could taste himself on her, it was a real turn

on. He flipped them both over so that he was on top.

"Your turn" He said, bending down, nibbling and sucking at her nipples. He

lifted her gently, moving her up so that the top of her head was against the

back seat. He slid his hands up her legs, caressing her thighs gently, lifting

her skirt until it was gathered round her waist. Her panties were soaking and

she smelled delicious. He pulled them down and off her legs.

She was so wet that she was almost driping. He bent down and licked her

inner thighs, she arched her back, pushing her cunt into his face. He pushed

her back down and carried on torturing her smooth thighs, gradually moving

higher and higher until his mouth was just where she wanted him.

He licked her from her core to her clit, she was getting wetter and wetter,

groaning as his tongue brushed over her. He slid two of his fingers inside

her and sucked at her clit. She bucked against his mouth, gasping and

squealing as he sucked and nibbled at her. He jabbed amother finger into

her, filling her, rubbing hard. She tightened around his fingers, her moans

getting loader and louder until she came with a shout, her cunt spasming

round him.

He pulled out his fingers and licked them, before bending down and licking

her clean. She squirmed under his tongue, but did not pull away. She was

gazing at him, her mouth open and her chest heaving, those gorgeous breasts

swaying in a very exciting way. He was hard again but didn't dare push his

luck. He pulled up his shorts and jeans before moving up her body and

kissing her. She rubbed her hands across his chest again and said. "How did

you get so good at this."

He smiled down at her. "I told you my talents were at other things than

squash."

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Joyce was finishing breakfast, or rather, she was pushing a piece of waffle

round her plate and taking tiny sips of coffee. She knew that she had to go

to the Gallery today, there was a delivery due just after lunch. She really

didn't want to go, but she couldn't figure out why. She knew that Buffy was

just as likely to ring the Gallery as she was home. It was just the thought of

getting up and leaving the house that she found difficult, though, not as

difficult as it had been to actually get out of bed. She had known this would

happen though, so last night she had phoned her new friend Pat and asked

her to go with her.

She had had to phone Pat, the only other people who she had confided in

since Buffy's disappearance had been Willow, Rupert Giles and Xander.

After what had happened in her car after the squash game, she felt she

couldn't look any of them in the face. Just the thought of kissing, caressing

and stroking Xander's body made her... made her feel... as horny as a bitch

on heat.

The doorbell rang, it would be Pat, come to give her a pep talk and drag her

downtown. She opened the door with a forced smile, but stepped back and

tried to close it again when she saw who it was. Xander pushed it open.

"Joyce. Don't shut me out. We need to talk."

"NO!" She said, but backed away from the door. He came in and shut it

behind him. "We need to just forget about it." She said. "Go back to how we

were. I'm Buffy's mother, you're her best friend. What happened was... me

feeling needy and your teenage hormones."

Xander just looked at her for a second. "Yeah, that's right, wrong place,

wrong time and all those hormones. There were no electric shocks, no

shivers down your spine and you've, of course, never even thought of doing

it again. In fact, I could push you against that wall and kiss you and you

wouldn't feel a thing."

Joyce jumped, just the thought of it sending those nonexistent shivers up

and down her spine. She swallowed and said. "That's right! Pat's going to be

here soon. You've got to go." She moved past him towards the door. He took

hold of her arms and turned her towards him.

"Prove it!"

"What?!"

"Prove it. Kiss me. If you feel nothing, I'll leave. The next time you'll see me

will be at Buffy's Welcome Home Party."

"No, I don't want..." Oh yes she did, just the feel of his hands on her bare

arms was making her knees tremble. She looked him in the face, his

beautiful eyes staring back at her, his mouth with it's lop-sided smile. She

had been trying to feel angry, to send him away, but she couldn't. She pulled

his hands from her arms. For a second he looked disappointed, then she

wrapped them round his neck and kissed him.

********************

They stood in the hallway for a long time. After the initial surprise, he had

kissed her back, his tongue caressing her mouth, her tongue, her lips. It was

heavenly, he had not even moved his hands and she could already feel the

heat between her legs.

He moved his mouth down to her neck, sucking and nibbling gently. His

hands slid down her back to cup her ass, pushing her against him. She felt

his erection against her hip and moaned, rubbing herself against him, trying

to relieve her aching clit. He slid one of his hands up and to the front,

stroking her breasts through her shirt. He backed away from her slightly and

pulled her shirt up and over her head.

She undid her bra quickly, giving him full access to her erect nipples. He

pulled her close to him, kissing her neck and shoulders, as his hands

massaged her breasts. "Oh God..." She moaned. "I want you... I want you

inside me."

"Not here."

"Upstairs." She picked up her clothes and pulled him up the stairs and into

her room.

Once there, she faced him, slowly unfastening the buttons of his shirt and

pulling it off. Her hands traced the hard curves of his chest, moving slowly

down to his stomach. She knelt down in front of him and licked the skin just

above the waistband of his jeans. She swirled her tongue into his naval and

he moaned. She smiled to herself and started to unbutton his jeans. He

kicked off his shoes and she pulled his jeans off leaving him in just his

boxers, his erection tenting them out in front.

She looked at him, he was delicious, she couldn't wait. Quickly, she stripped

off her skirt and wet panties and lay on the bed. He stripped off his shorts

and lay down next to her, grabbing a packet of condoms out of his jeans

pocket. She raised her eyebrows at him and he grinned. "I'd have made a

great boy scout."

She took them out of his hand, "Mmmm! Strawberry flavour, my favourite."

She gave him a wicked look. "D'you want me to show you something?"

"Anything." Oh God, yes, anything so long as she would let him bury his

cock between her legs and fuck her, hard. She took one of the rubbers out of

it's packet and pulled it out slightly. She put the end in her mouth and bent

down to his cock. He felt her teeth grazing his cock as she rolled it on him

using her mouth. It felt incredible, unbelievably sexy. She finished it off with

her hands, before slowly moving back up him, brushing his chest and neck

with her hair. He pulled her to him and kissed her hard, she tasted of

strawberries.

She pulled away, straddling him, her hot and wet against his cock. He pulled

her forward with her hips and, rising slightly, she guided him into her. "Oh

God, you're big." She panted, impaling herself on him. He slipped inside her

easily, she was so wet. He could feel her muscles relax to let him through.

When he was fully inside her, she started to move, slowly at first and then

faster. She moaned his name as she moved backwards and forwards,

rubbing her clit against him.

He sat up slightly leaning on one arm and took one of her nipples in his

mouth. Her walls tightened around him instantly. "Ooooh God, Xander

that's... Keep going honey, I'm gonna come." With a scream she pulled her

nipple out of his mouth and came down hard on him, her cunt gripping him

as it throbbed around him. When the spasms finally slowed, she collapsed

onto his chest, exhausted.

He pushed her onto her back, nudging her legs open with his knee. He bent

down, sucking and biting at her engorged clit. Once again she tasted of

strawberries. He replaced his mouth with his fingers and kissed his way up

to her breasts, her nipples were still rock hard. She arched her back, pushing

her tits closer to his mouth. He could feel her muscles start to contract and

plunged into her, ramming into her as fast as he could. She opened her legs

as wide as she could to give him better access, taking his full length into her

with each thrust.

She was so hot, so soft, so wet around him. Xander panted and moaned as

he felt himself building up to his climax. As he fucked her, faster and faster,

she started to tighten around him again and it was her orgasm that finally

sent him over the edge. Milking his cock for every drop of his cum.

She lay there under him, exhausted, but satisfied. He kissed her gently,

before pulling his softening cock out of her and lying next to her. He pulled

off the rubber, tied it and threw it into the bin by her bed. She propped

herself up on her elbows, smiling at him. "This isn't going to work you

know."

He smiled back, "And we care, because? As far as I can see, we're poles

apart, but that didn't stop you from kissing me and dragging me up here, or

me making sure I bought a packet of condoms on the way here."

"What about Cordelia?"

"I've not thought much about her for weeks. I know she's away, which

makes it easy, but Joyce, I haven't been able to think about anything but you

since Buffy left and I saw you trying to be so brave in front of us. I've been

trying for weeks to think of a way to get you away from that fucking

phone."

She again stroked gently over the muscles of his chest. "And in the end, all

you needed to do was take your shirt off.." She got up. "I need a shower."

She gave him a wicked smile over her shoulder. "Why don't you join me?"

He didn't need to be asked twice.

********************

The hot water hit her back and shoulders and ran down over her breasts and

stomach in rivulets. Using her sponge, he soaped her from her shoulders

right down to her thighs, rubbing gently between her legs. He took the

shower off it's stand, directing the jet of water right onto her sensitive clit.

She closed her eyes, "Oh yes, that's so good." He moved the water jet further

in, directing it inside her, she groaned. He pushed the end of the shower

head into her, fucking her gently with it. He then took it round the back of

her, playing it on her anus, before directing it onto her tender breasts.

She took it off him and soaped him down, spending most of the time on the

sensitive skin between his legs, cleaning round his cock until it stood up

straight again. She stroked it gently with the rough sponge until it was as

hard as marble, he was having to hold onto the shower rail to keep himself

upright. She rinsed him off, concentrating the jet of water onto him, making

him groan loudly. She then knelt down and took his throbbing cock into her

mouth, pulling it deep into her throat and sucking him.

He rested his hands gently on her shoulders and tried not to buck against

her. She was just so good at this. She loved the feel of the hard flesh against

her tongue. She pulled her head back until just the end was in her mouth

then thrust him back in, swallowing and sucking all around him so that her

throat massaged the sensitive glands. With her tongue she licked and sucked

his stem, tightening her lips arond the base of him. He was more than ready

for her and it only took the feel of her teeth gently grazing against the side of

his cock, for him to explode inside her.

********************

It was a good thing Pat could shout loudly or they wouldn't have heard her

over the splashing of the shower. Joyce quickly wrapped herself in a towel

and got to the top of the stairs just before Pat did. She didn't want her

looking into her bedroom and seeing Xander's clothes strewn all over it.

"You know, Joyce." She said. "You shouldn't leave your door unlocked

while you're in the shower."

"No, I shouldn't Pat, you're right. Why don't you wait downstairs while I get

dressed and we'll get off to the Gallery."

She went back downstairs and Joyce slipped back into the bathroom. Xander

was drying himself, "I'll wait till you've gone then I'll leave."

"Don't be silly, I won't be long, it's only a delivery."She took the towel off

him and dried his back. "There's two more condoms in that packet. I

wouldn't want your er... preparation to go to waste."

"Works for me!"

********************

Pat was waiting in the hallway for her when she came down. "You know

Joyce, you look a lot better today, more relaxed. It always helps to have a

positive attitude." She looked at her watch. "We've got plenty of time, are

you sure you're ready to go? You have eaten something?"

"Oh yes." She answered, trying not to smile. "I've eaten."

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Joyce just stood in the middle of her kitchen, opened her mouth and

screamed.

Her friend Pat ran in from the family room and grabbed hold of her. "Joyce,

honey! What's the matter. Calm down! I'm sure we can work this out,

whatever it is!"

Joyce took a deep breath, then another. She looked at the tiny piece of paper

that had started her off. It was nothing, less than nothing, a normal

throwaway food shopping list... in Buffy's handwriting. A list of things that

only Buffy liked. Chocolate ice cream, Nachos, Coke.

She'd found it under the counter when she'd dropped a plate and was

searching for the pieces. She'd picked it up and for a second had added the

items to her mental shopping list, then... reality had kicked in and Buffy was

still missing and wouldn't be wanting them. When the screaming started she

had not even realised it was coming from her. The pain of not knowing that

her daughter was safe, or even alive, came back, like a newly opened wound.

She calmed down and tried to explain to Pat what had happened, but it

sounded so odd. Pat wanted to stay with her but Joyce insisted she would be

fine, after all she had only called in for a coffee before going to work her

evening shift.

When Pat had gone Joyce only hesitated a second before picking up the

phone. She let it ring three times and hung up. She counted to ten then

dialled again letting it ring five times. She put the phone down and waited.

"Please be in." She whispered. "Please be there."

Her phone rang. She picked it up and smiled when she heard the voice on

the other end. "Hello, can you come over. I'm feeling really... well it's been a

bad day... Oh and... can you get me something from the store on the way

over?"

********************

The doorbell rang and Joyce opened the door. Xander walked into the hall

holding a plastic bag. He put his arms round her and kissed her gently. "I'm

so glad you called, my parents were having one of those, 'I'm not talking to

you.' and 'Alex! Can you ask your mother to pass me the salt.' days. I know

you won't believe it, but I'm the only grown-up in that house!" He stroked

her cheek. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

She shook her head. "No." She took the bag off him. "I want to eat ice-

cream." She walked into the kitchen. Then something he'd said registered

and she turned back. "Your parents call you Alex?"

"Yeah! It's awful."

She smiled. "You don't look like an Alex. That would be too... too..."

"Normal?"

"I was going to go with ordinary, but never mind."

He followed her into the kitchen. "I thought you didn't like ice-cream."

"It isn't my favorite thing, but I've got to get something out of my head and I

thought I'd try another way of eating it."

"How?"

She looked at him and licked her lips. "Take your shirt off."

********************

He pulled his shirt off, watching her as she got a spoon out of the drawer

and opened the ice-cream. Chocolate, Buffy's favorite. "Sit down." She said.

"I won't bite... yet." He sat on the stool. She dug the spoon into the ice-

cream and dropped a spoonful into the hollow just above his right

collarbone. He shivered as the sticky ice-cream melted and started to run

down his chest. She caught the drops with her tongue and licked upwards

back towards his neck. "Mmmm, much nicer than ice-cream on its own."

Her tongue lingered at his nipples, swirling and nibbling.

She did it again on the other side, licking and sucking at his skin until she

had cleaned up all the ice cream. The combination of the icy cold and her hot

tongue gave him goose bumps all over. His cock was painfully hard as she

took another spoonful and brought it towards him.

"Open up." She put the ice cream in his mouth and kissed him, using her

tongue to eat it straight from his. He pulled her against him slipping his

hands under the skirt of her dress. He pressed her against the bulge in his

pants, rubbing himself against her.

She had nothing on under that dress. He stroked her smooth, round ass and

pulled her skirt up to waist level. He dragged one hand away from her ass,

slid it to the front and down between her legs, caressing the blonde curls that

got wetter and wetter the further down he went. She was stickier than the ice-

cream down there.

Reluctantly, she pulled his hands away, picked up some ice cream with her

fingers and rubbed it all over his nipples and abdomen. She licked and

sucked until there was no chocolate left, biting at his nipples and swirling her

tongue over the sensitive hollows just under his ribs.

She unfastened his pants, pulling him off the stool for just long enough to

pull them and his shorts down to his knees. His cock stood upright, stiff and

hot. Just ready to be cooled down. Using her fingers she spread the ice-

cream all over his erection, making sure that a lot of it melted over his balls

and down his inner thighs. It was so cold that his cock started to soften, but

not for long.

She pulled his pants and shorts off him, then, starting just above his knees,

she opened his legs and started to lick. Her tongue bathed his thighs, making

sure that she didn't miss a drop of the delicious chocolate liquid. She moved

slowly up his legs and started to lick round his balls, her tongue exploring

every crease. She ran her tongue along the swollen tube running to his huge

hard cock.

He shivered, moaning, as she started to concentrate on his erection. Her

tongue felt so good after the cold ice-cream, hot and smooth and wet on his

tortured cock. She ran her tongue from the base to the tip, pulling the head

into her mouth for a brief suck, before licking and biting her way back to the

base. "Oh! Please, again..." Her mouth was so soft and hot against him. She

ran her tongue up him again, this time taking most of him inside her mouth.

She moved her head up and down his stem, taking more and more of him

into her mouth until... She stopped and let him slip out of her mouth.

He growled with disappointment as she pulled away. She licked her lips

again, and stood up. She kissed him, caressing his mouth with her tongue.

"Mmmm. That really was a fantastic way to eat ice-cream. Why don't you

try it."

He raised his eyebrows. "Stand on the footstool and bend over the counter."

She smirked at him and did it. He pushed her skirt up revealing her

gorgeous ass and hot, sticky cunt. He dropped blobs of the melting ice-

cream onto her ass and licked them off. She moaned. "Oh honey, that feels

sooo good." He dropped a lot more onto her ass, letting it melt. It ran down

between the cheeks of her ass, into her cleft and down her legs.

He started licking at the sensitive spot at the back of her knees. Running his

tongue up and down her legs and between her thighs. She opened her legs to

give his exploring tongue better access. When her legs were clean, he started

from her ass again, ignoring her annoyed grunts. He licked it clean, then ran

his tongue inside the crease to her anus, She jumped when he did it, so he

did it again. "Oh God! Xander that's... mmmm."

He knelt down behind her and slid his tongue along her cunt, from her clit to

her core. Joyce always tasted delicious, but Joyce plus chocolate was

fantastic. He licked and nibbled and sucked his way from back to front. She

was pressing herself closer to his mouth and he had to hold her back. He put

two fingers up her and rubbed them inside her. She panted and whimpered

as he carried on until she was licked clean.

To tease her like she had done to him, he stopped as soon as there was any

danger of her coming. She stood up, glaring at him. "Bastard!"

He grinned. "Bitch! Just returning the favor." He stretched lazily and leaned

against the counter. Xander had the most exciting body she had ever seen.

Why he always hid it under those baggy clothes, she would never know.

"You know what you need don't you?" He said, with an evil grin. Oh yes,

she knew what she needed, his cock buried inside her. Preferably for the

next few hours.

"What do I need?"

"Your ass fucked."

Oh God! Yes. "I've not done that for years. How did you know?"

"You nearly came when I licked anywhere near it. I've never done it, but if

you want to..."

She didn't even let him finish before she dragged him up the stairs and into

her room.

"There's some Gel in my night stand." She said, as she pulled off her dress.

He found it, and something else, her vibrator.

"Does this work?"

"I think so, unless the batteries have gone."

He tried it, it worked. He pulled her onto the bed and switched it on. He ran

it along her pussy lips, it felt even better when someone else did it. He bent

down and sucked her luscious tits, biting and licking at her nipples. The

vibrations and the sucking were bringing her up towards her climax again,

but he stopped just before the point of no return. She glared at him. Was he

never going to let her come.

"Come on Joyce."He said in a low voice. "Don't you want it up your ass."

She quickly piled up the pillows in the middle of the bed. He rolled on a

condom then smothered his cock with the Gel. She lay across the pillows

with her ass in the air.

She felt his jell covered finger enter her, spreading the jell inside her. She

moaned, that felt so good. He pulled it out and she felt the head of his cock

pressing against her anus. She relaxed as much as she could but he was so

big. He slowly pushed his way in, opening her and spreading her until he

was buried up to the hilt.

He moved in and out, slowly at first, building up speed as she groaned and

urged him on. It felt incredible round his cock, different than in her pussy,

tighter. He could feel himself building up and forced himself to stop for a

second. He picked up the vibrator and slowly pushed it inside her wet

entrance, filling her back and front. He thrust into her again, panting and

grunting, faster and faster. He could feel her tightening round him and

reached round to her clit, rubbing and pinching it.

At last he couldn't hold it back any more and he thrust deep inside her, his

cum pumping out of him. Joyce was coming with him, convulsing round

him as the vibrator hummed in her pussy and he rubbed her clit. It was all

too much for her. She came so hard that she almost fainted and for the

second time that night... Joyce screamed.

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There was something Joyce found truly satisfying about smashing open the

lid of a packing case. Levering around the edge with a crowbar was fine,

pulling out all the nails carefully could be therapeutic. But nothing beat

smashing the thing to bits for getting rid of tension. Except perhaps... no...

don't go there, it was hours until she could go home.

Joyce sighed, she thought she'd finished with masturbating during the day

when she'd got past her twenties. Just lately though, she would find herself

wriggling around in her chair at odd moments during the day, until

eventually she had to lock up and relieve herself right then and there. She

attacked the packing case with renewed vigor.

"Woah!" A voice came from behind her. "What has that box ever done to

you?" He'd come in very quietly. She hadn't even noticed the Gallery door

open.

"Wouldn't open when I asked... it... nicely." She replied giving the lid three

more bashes.

"Is that helping?"

"I don't care. It makes me... feel... better."

Behind her, Xander grinned and took the hammer out of her hand. "Let me

try, before you damage whatever's inside." He put the hammer down, picked

up the crowbar and started levering the lid off round the edge. "What is

inside, by the way?"

"An African fertility idol."

"What?"

"It was kept in a special place in a Nigerian village and the women used to

leave it little presents. In return it would make sure that there were lots of

children."

"Did it work?" He had almost got the lid free.

She stared at him, astonished. "Xander! Don't you think you're taking this

Hellmouth thing a little far."

"Tell that to Ampata... Here we go. God! He's an big, ugly bastard isn't he?

Big being the key word here."

Joyce giggled, the statue's erection was almost longer than it's height. "Not

one for the window display I think." Then something struck her. "What did

you mean about Ampata?"

Xander looked across at her guiltily. "What did Buffy tell you?"

"That she was so homesick, she'd run away and caught the next plane back

home. I even got a letter of apology from her parents.... So... what really

happened?"

********************

"You know I never realised how dangerous it was in this town. Perhaps I

should be glad Buffy's not here any more. At least where she is there'll only

be human monsters to deal with."

"Ampata coming to stay had nothing to do with Buffy being a slayer. It just

happened that we were talking about the exchange student over her tomb.

Then Rodney was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was all sorted out

and nobody got badly hurt."

"Except for the boy, the guard and the real Ampata. Only three people killed!

Let's celebrate." They were both silent for a moment, then Joyce added

thoughtfully. "I haven't noticed any increase in 'Gang related neck injuries'

while Buffy's been gone. Maybe when she comes back she doesn't need to

be a slayer any more."

Xander looked down at his feet. "Things do tend to slow down over the

summer. You know, short nights, hot weather. Vampires tend to stay inside.

It won't last."

"Yes but surely there would be something. Maybe there's another slayer in

town, mopping things up so Buffy doesn't need to do it."

"Maybe..." He looked up. "Can we change the subject. I hate talking about

vamps with you. Willow and Giles are bad enough."

She looked across at him from under her lashes. "What d'you want to talk

about?"

He gave her the lop-sided smile that sent shivers down her spine. "You

closing this place for lunch and us spending a little quality time in your

office."

She licked her lips. "I don't have any food here." Her stomach started to

churn in anticipation.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll find something to eat."

********************

She perched on the edge of her desk and pulled him towards her. It was a

high desk and when she wrapped her legs around him, the hard bulge in his

pants rubbed against her clit. He bent down and kissed her gently, stroking

her hair and back. "Mmmm." She said, softly. "I've been longing for this all

morning." She started to unbutton his shirt, stroking at the smooth skin

underneath, tracing the curves with the tips of her fingers, squeezing his

nipples gently and feeling them harden.

He slid his hands from her back to her shoulders and pushed her jacket

down her arms and onto the floor. He started to undo her blouse, then she

stopped him. "Xander, I don't have anything here, protection I mean. There's

never been a big demand for it."

"What, not even from the big fella over there." He pointed to the idol.

Joyce smiled. "I don't think he would approve."

"It's OK. I brought some. You don't think I'd arrive here, ready to sweep you

off your feet and screw you to your desk, and take a chance on us having to

stop halfway through." He threw a packet on the desk. She looked at them.

"Banana flavor! What happened to strawberry?"

"I thought we'd better switch. It got a bit embarrassing last night."

She let go of him and smiled. "What did."

"Well..." He looked a little sheepish. "I went out with Oz and Willow last

night."

"I know, that's why you couldn't come over."

"We went to the ice-cream place and, as you know, I can't eat chocolate ice-

cream any more. So I had a strawberry milkshake and..." She tried not to

laugh as he continued. "...half way down the cup I had to go to the

bathroom." She burst into giggles. "It's not funny, I felt like I was gonna

come in my pants." He grinned. "Alright it is funny, but you see now why

it's gotta be banana."

When she stopped laughing, she looked at him. "Show me."

"What?"

"Show me what you did in the bathroom, jerk yourself off."

"Why? I mean there's you and..."

She licked her lips again. "You show me, then I'll show you."

"You'll... you'll... you'll?"

"Masturbate in front of you, it's only fair."

He'd never got his pants off faster in his life. He pulled off his unbuttoned

shirt, threw it on the floor and carefully pulled off his shorts, revealing his

already rock hard cock. "Will you help." He asked.

"That isn't the idea."

"No. What I mean is, take off your bra and play with your tits, like a... sort

of a... visual aid."

Oh yes! "I think I could do that." She got off the desk, took off her blouse

and bra and sat in her chair. Leaning backwards slightly she started to stroke

and caress her breasts and nipples, watching him.

He took hold of his cock and wrapped one hand round it, stroking it gently

at first, then faster as it got harder. She lifted up one of her breasts and

pinched at the nipple, rubbing it into a hard point. She watched him from

under her lashes as he jerked at the huge erection from the base up to the

swollen red glands, panting and moaning. He had to use two hands now. He

could feel the tightness in his balls that meant he was very close, but he loved

watching what she was doing to her breasts and didn' want to come yet. She

started on the other one, stroking and caressing, moaning as she touched

herself, but still watching him. He knew he couldn't hold it back much longer

and put one of his hands over the end to catch the cum.

"No!" She shouted. "I want to watch." She lifted up her breast again and,

shooting him an evil look, pulled the nipple into her mouth and sucked it.

That finished him off and his cum spurted out of his cock onto her desk,

pumping out over the polished wood. She moaned and, when he'd finished,

leaned forward, taking his softened cock in her mouth and licking it clean.

She wiped her desk with a cloth. "There's going to be a stain there that's

never going to come out."

"You said..."

"I know. I never said it was a bad stain." She pulled off her skirt and panties

leaving just her stockings on. She sat back down in the chair. "After that,

honey, I don't think this is going to take that long." She opened her legs,

resting one on her desk and the other over the arm of the chair, exposing

everything to him. She was so wet that her cunt lips glistened as she started

to rub round her clit with one hand, while she squeezed and pinched her

nipples with the other.

"God! You're beautiful." He watched her with his mouth open, his cock was

starting to get hard again. "All I want to do is take you back home, throw

you on the bed and screw you till you scream." She moaned as he talked,

rubbing and pinching harder, faster.

"Go on." She panted. "Tell me what you want to do to me."

He grinned. "I'm gonna suck on those gorgeous tits until they're rock hard

and aching. Then I'll open your legs and bite at your thighs until you can't

stop yourself and push your cunt into my face."

She was staring at him now, still rubbing at herself, he could see her entrance

twitch as she massaged round her clit.

"Then I'll lick you from back to front, sticking my tongue in your cunt and

sucking on your clit. Then just as you're about to come. I'll ram my cock

deep inside you and fuck you until you've come so often that it hurts."

She threw her head back and moaned. He could see the waves of her orgasm

rippling across her stomach as her cunt twitched and throbbed.

She panted, looking at him, her eyes full of lust. She got up, pushed him

down onto the desk and straddled him, impaling herself on his big stiff cock

and riding him, frantically. He moaned and bucked under her, forcing as

much of himself inside her as he could. She tightened round him, moaning

for another release and came, squeezing and releasing round him. He

couldn't hold back any longer and pumped his cum deep inside her.

She collapsed on his chest, his cock still inside her. "Oh god!" He said,

stroking her hair. "That's gotta be the most stupid thing we've done so far."

"It was my fault, I'll see the doctor, get one of those morning after pill things,

blood tests, that sort of thing."

"Good idea, but it wasn't your fault, there are two of us here."

"But I jumped..."

"Yeah, and you're so big and heavy that there's no way I could push you

off." He smiled at her. "Get a grip, it's not the end of the world" He kissed

the top of her head. "We really need to clean up, or your desk is going to be

so full of good stains that you won't be able to see the wood."

********************

A little later, she sat on his lap in her office chair, cuddling into his arms. "I

should open up now. An hour and a half is a bit long for a lunch break."

"No! Definitely not long enough, a nice round two hours is best." He kissed

her neck softly.

"I'll be closing at seven, you can come round then."

He stopped kissing her. "Er... I can't, I promised Oz and Willow I'd meet

them tonight. I'm sorry." He pushed her off his knee and stood up. "You're

right, an hour and a half is a long lunch hour."

"Xander?"

"Yeah."

"Is Cordelia back."

He looked at her puzzled. "No, she only just gets back in time for school

starting. Why?"

"There are marks on your neck, I didn't do them. You can't come and see me

at night any more. Willow and Oz are a couple, they're not going to want

you hanging around all the time. Putting two and two together I'm making a

foursome, not a trio."

He took hold of her hands. "Joyce, I wouldn't do that to you. It's not what

you think. I just didn't want you to worry."

"About what?" She was stony faced, this was sounding worse than the return

of an old girlfriend.

"You know you said how good it is that the vampires weren't getting it all

their own way, even though Buffy isn't here. Well, we've been doing it,

Willow, Oz and me. We can't get them all, but enough so they don't start

thinking of Sunnydale as easy meat. It works better when we use bait. Last

night it was me and a vampire got a little... affectionate and clawed my neck."

Joyce just stood there. "You can't do this to me." She croaked, her throat

constricted.

"What?"

She swallowed. "I've lost my daughter because of those things, I can't lose

you too. You have to stop it... now!"

Xander's eyes narrowed. "Or else I can get out of your house and never

come back. Are we down to this again or have you learned from your last

mistake."

Joyce stared at him, shocked, then walked forward and slapped him across

his face. "Get out!" She shouted. "Do you know, I forgot for a while that

what I'm dealing with here is a child. Go and play with your fucking

vampires. Just don't expect me to agree with it." She turned away from him

as she started to cry. "Get out!"

"I think I'd better, before we both lose it." Xander was trying to stay calm.

"I'll ring you tomorrow and we'll talk." He walked out and she heard the

Gallery door being unlocked. She turned round, the idol's eyes seemed to

bore into her.

"Who're you staring at." She shouted and kicked it.

********************

"I'm what?!" Joyce sat in the doctor's room, staring at her. "I can't be,

yesterday was the only time we didn't use anything."

The doctor came and sat down next to her. "I'm sorry Mrs Summers, but

according to the blood sample, and my own examination, I would say that

you're about four weeks pregnant. It's a little late for the morning after pill. It

isn't anyone's fault, no contraceptive method can be guaranteed 100%. What

you need to do now is discuss things with your partner and come back and

see me when you've thought things over."

********************

Joyce sat in her car, her head was spinning. This couldn't be happening, her

daughter was missing and here she was pregnant again. "I wonder how I can

mess up this kid's life." She said before she could stop herself. Oh no!

There was no way she was going to keep it. It wasn't right, it would ruin too

many lives.

There's no way he was ever going to know. Whatever she decided to do She

was never going to tell him. There she went again, the decision was made. It

wasn't even a baby yet, it's just a collection of cells, there was no baby inside

her. It was dangerous for someone of her age to give birth and the child had

a higher chance of dying or being ill.

There she'd decided. She'd made a decision, she was going to go back and

tell that doctor what she was going to do. That she was going to... have this

baby.

The row with Xander had happened at just the right time and, however much

she wanted to drive straight to his home and bury herself in his arms, she

had to make him think she was still angry with him. It had to finish right

now, because... because.... She loved him.

He need never even know it was his. She could pretend to have been seeing

someone else four weeks ago. The doctor was right, it was no person's fault,

but she didn't believe the faulty contraception story either. She knew what

had caused this.

She drove to the gallery and let herself in. She sorted through the tool box

and took out an axe she used to chop up old crates.

She went into her office and faced the idol. The eyes bored into her again

but this time she just laughed. "You're going to be sorry you fucked with

me." She said and chopped at it with the axe. Within minutes the statue was

a small pile of firewood on the floor and Joyce was feeling much better.

********************

A couple of weeks later, she was in the kitchen, trying to mend the

dishwasher, when a knock came on the door. She sighed, it wouldn't be

Xander, after a week of not answering the phone or the door, he'd got the

message. She'd even seen him hanging around with Cordelia, they'd

seemed... happy. It would be Pat, she'd have just finished her shift and

would be coming to see if everything was alright. Oh well... she would just

have to hand her the tools.

She opened the door.

Buffy stood there, looking at her. Dirty, tired and dishevelled, but still

beautiful and alive. They stared at each other for a long time, before stepping

forward and holding on to each other as if they would never let go again.