Sabrina, Charmed, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer – An erotic story for adults only

Sabrina languidly pressed her tongue into Harvey’s
mouth. He returned the kiss hot and wet. Their tongues
thrashed against one another as their lips writhed and
twisted about. Harvey’s hand, that had been softly
caressing her neck, moved down Sabrina’s shoulder and
came to rest cupping her breast.

Sabrina laid her hand on Harvey’s thigh and forced her
tongue even deeper between his wet lips. Their kiss
went on until her face was drenched from nose to chin.
Sabrina could feel Harvey’s breath come in short, hot
blasts against her cheek. His hips unconsciously jerked
about as he urged her hand to close on his crotch.

Sabrina knew her man. Harvey wanted to screw her in the
worst way, but right now he would welcome any sort of
sexual release. Without breaking their sloppy wet kiss,
she unzipped his pants and pulled Harvey’s throbbing
cock into the open. Most days she would have jerked her
hand up and down on his stiff hard-on until she felt
his hot cum pour over her hand, but she was feeling
generous today. She broke their kiss and immediately
engulfed the head of his cock in her eager mouth.

Harvey grunted in satisfaction as she labored on his
steel hard dick. And it really was labor for Sabrina.
They were in Harvey’s compact car, and Sabrina had to
twist her torso and suffer the car’s console digging
into her ribs as she leaned into the driver’s seat. She
knew that if she got too eager with her blow job that
she would end up whacking her ear on the steering
wheel.

Sabrina didn’t have to suffer for long though. Harvey’s
teen cock was always on a hair trigger. After less than
two minutes of tonguing and sucking, Sabrina felt his
hot cum spurting into her mouth. She swallowed the
slimy stuff, but then she took a bit of malicious
pleasure as she gave Harvey another full, open mouthed,
tongue swabbing kiss. Harvey, to his credit, joined in
the kiss after only a second of hesitation.

“Sabina, honey, that was incredible,” he said as he
stuffed his softened dick back into his pants. “Do you
want me to do you?” he asked.

“Not today,” Sabrina said. “You better take me home. I
don’t want my aunts to get suspicious.” She was telling
a little lie. Their school had been scheduled for a
half day session, but Sabrina knew that her aunts
didn’t expect her home until the usual time.

Harvey checked his watch and said, “I’ve got to get
home too. My whole family’s going to my Aunt Mary’s for
her birthday. Six hours of driving just to watch her
blow out a candle and listen to stories about her cat.”

Sabrina playfully slapped him on the arm. “Be nice,”
she said, “I think your aunt is a sweet old lady.”

The two teens had been driving to a secluded spot after
school a couple of times a week. Their make out
sessions always ended with Harvey getting his rocks
off, and if Sabrina was in the mood, she let him finger
her clit to orgasm. At least she always let Harvey
think that she had cum; sometimes she faked it for his
male ego.

Harvey pulled away from the parking spot and headed
toward Sabrina’s house. He cleared his throat and said,
“Have you thought any more about us doing it?”

Sabrina fought back a sigh. She loved having Harvey as
a boyfriend but she wasn’t about to fuck him just to
make him happy. She was a witch and her virginity could
be a powerful source of magic – magic that she might
not be able to control.

She rested her hand on the inside of Harvey’s thigh. “I
haven’t changed my mind, Harvey. Maybe most girls don’t
care, but loosing my virginity is a big deal to me.”

“I’ve got the condoms and everything,” he said.

“I know,” she said patiently, “but you’ll just have to
give me time.” She moved her hand to his crotch and
gave it a squeeze. “It’s not like I’m some big cock
tease, you know. You just came in my mouth.”

Harvey patted her hand. “You’re right, babe. I’m not
really complaining.”

Harvey let her out at a corner near her house. It was a
warm afternoon in the early fall. As Sabrina walked
down the tree lined street, her shoes kicked up little
swirls of dead leaves. As she neared her home, her eyes
went automatically to the window of the lower bathroom
of the two story structure. There, between the window
glass and the curtains, was a ceramic figurine in the
shape of a unicorn.

Sabrina’s steps faltered, but then she set her eyes
down the sidewalk and resolutely strode by the cement
walk to her house. The unicorn was a warning to Sabrina
not to approach the house. Being a witch wasn’t all
talking cats and amusing escapades, there could be real
danger. One of her aunts had placed, or caused the
unicorn to materialize in that window. It meant that
there was something very wrong in the house, and
Sabrina was supposed to stay out of it.

Of course, it could just be a test. The other dozen
times she had returned home to see that unicorn in the
window, it had been a test. As she walked on, Sabrina
expected to hear the voice of one of her aunts
whispering magically in her ear, “It’s OK, Sabrina,
come on in.”

But as she reached the intersection at the end of her
block, a knot of panic began to build in her stomach.
There hadn’t been any sort of sign from either of her
aunts.

It’s a mistake, she told herself. She very nearly
turned back, but then she took a deep breath and
marched across the intersection. There was a
convenience store on the corner with a pay phone
mounted outside. Her aunts had given her a name and
phone number to use if she got this far. She fumbled in
her purse for change, and then her fingers shook as she
put the coins in the slot. She dialed the number; a
continent away a phone began to ring.

**

Rupert Giles was dressed like the tweedy librarian that
he was. He had on dark trousers, brown wing tipped
shoes, a tan jacket with leather patches at the elbows
and a tie that didn’t go with any other part of his
apparel. He lay on his couch at home, looking like a
man who was going to take quick nap before dinner. Only
his eyes weren’t closed in sleep, they were wide open
and looking down his body to where seven inches of
thick cock stood straight from his crotch. Willow
Rosenberg knelt next to the couch with her eyes locked
on Giles’ erection as she slowly stroked it with one
small hand.

“Willow,” said Giles, “you realize that we can’t let
the others know about this.”

Willow’s eyes never left his cock. “I know,” she said,
“but it’ll be hard not to. I mean, who would have
thought that you had this cutie hidden in your pants?”

“Well, I’m not totally without resources,” he sniffed.

“So I see,” Willow said. She lapped his cock from base
to flared head with her pink tongue, and then she
slipped her mouth over its tip and sucked in half his
rigid length.

“Oh good heavens,” moaned Giles. He pushed his glasses
up on his forehead and covered his eyes with his hand.
He reveled in the feeling of Willow’s tongue and cheeks
on his cock. It took him back to his younger days when
a wilder, more dangerous Giles, had his pick of young
women like her.

Now of course, he should be well beyond the attentions
of females her age, but that just made this little
tryst all that more exciting. He felt the sap begin to
rise from his balls, and he was about to warn Willow,
when suddenly she stopped. He peeped from between his
fingers to see her stand.

With a practiced move, she lifted her skirt with the
thumbs of both hands and hooked them in her panties.
She pushed her panties down until they fell to the
floor. She stepped one foot out of its leg hole and
then used her other foot to flip her panties into the
air. She caught the translucent, white underwear in
midair and tossed them onto the coffee table next to
the couch.

Giles was so amused by her panty juggling , that he was
surprised when Willow threw her leg over his crotch,
and his quivering cock disappeared beneath her skirt. A
second later he felt her hand on his thick shaft and
then the hot, moist, silky feel of a pussy as it
engulfed his cock head. “Willow,” he moaned, “maybe you
shouldn’t…”

“Hush,” she interrupted, “I know what I’m doing. I’m
not a virgin, you know.”

“Now how would I know that?” he asked. Willow answered
by easily taking his full length and width in one
smooth plunge. She swayed forward, placing her hands on
either side of his torso as her flame red hair fell
over her face. Giles just surrendered to the moment.

Willow pounded her hips against his for several long
minutes. Little gasps of pleasure escaped her lips from
time to time. Then she straightened, her back arched
and her hand disappeared under her skirt. Giles knew
that she must be fingering her clit. Her eyes rolled
back in her head and her mouth opened wide in a
soundless scream of orgasm.

Giles felt the contractions of her pussy milking at his
rigid length. It was more than he could take and
suddenly he was filling her hot cunt with shot after
shot of cum.

A few minutes later, Giles was studiously ignoring
Willow as they straightened their clothing. He cleared
his throat and was about to say something to her � he
wasn’t sure what � when the phone rang. He gave a
little sigh of relief as he picked up the receiver.
“Giles here,” he said.

“Mr. Giles, Mr. Rupert Giles?” said a worried female
voice.

“Speaking.”

“Mr. Giles, my name is Sabrina Spellman. You know my
aunts, Hilda and Zelda Spellman.”

A wave of memories flooded Giles’ mind. He flashed back
to his youth when he had dabbled dangerously in dark
magic. The lure of dark power had been strong, but the
Spellman sisters had shown him the errors of his ways.
He had pledged eternal thanks to the two witches and,
somewhat to his surprise, they had taken him seriously.
Apparently, they had seen something in Giles. They had
him write his name and address on an enchanted piece of
parchment. They had told him that the parchment would
always show where he could be found.

“Yes,” he said into the phone, “I know the Spellmans.
What can I do for you?” In a rush of words Sabrina told
him about the warning of the unicorn, and how her aunts
hadn’t called her back.

“They told me to call you if something was wrong. What
in the world am I supposed to do?” she asked in a
strained voice.

Giles frowned in thought. The Spellman sisters were two
very powerful witches. They must be in real trouble if
they had entrusted him with their niece. “Don’t panic,”
said Giles calmly, “first of all, tell me where you
are.”

“Massachusetts.”

“Oh dear,” said Giles. “I’m afraid that I’m in
California. It will be at least eight, maybe twelve
hours, maybe more than a day before I can get there.”

For Giles, it seemed as if the entire universe blinked.
Suddenly, he was standing next to a payphone in bright
sunshine. He had his had up to his ear as if he were
still holding his home telephone, which he wasn’t. He
turned slowly in place until he saw a young woman with
blonde hair looking at him.

“Well, you’re here now,” she said in a hopeful voice.

Giles upraised hand moved to his glasses. He took them
off and pulled a handkerchief from his coat pocket. As
he polished the lenses he said, “Miss Spellman, I
presume?”

She nodded.

“Young lady, you might have given me some warning. I
have to assume that you are also a witch?”

“I’m sorry,” said Sabrina, “but at least I got you here
in a hurry.”

“Yes,” Giles said dryly as he replaced his glasses. He
could hear a shrill tinny voice coming from the phone
in Sabrina’s hand. “If you don’t mind,” he said as he
took the receiver from her. “Willow, I’m fine; I’m in
Massachusetts. Yes…yes…if you don’t mind, please
stand by there. I may need some help.” After a few more
words of explanation, he hung up.

“My house is this way,” said Sabrina as she turned and
began to walk.

“Wait,” said Giles. “It won’t do any good to go
charging about before we know what we’re up against.”

Sabrina stopped and turned. She looked frustrated, but
then she put her hand to her mouth and began to bite on
a nail in concentration. “I could try a spell to look
into the house,” she said.

Giles nodded thoughtfully. “You could, but using magic
might alert who, or whatever’s in there.” He looked
around as if to get his bearings, and his eyes fell on
a large, boxy brown truck parked across the road. As he
watched, a deliveryman, his arms full of packages,
stepped out of the truck and entered a nearby store.

“Ah,” said Giles, “I think I have an idea.”

A few minutes later, a white delivery van pulled to the
curb in front of the Spellman home. Sabrina had
conjured up a truck, a uniform for Giles to wear, and a
package for him to deliver, so that he could
reconnoiter the house.

As Giles stepped out of the van, he looked down at his
new attire. He was wearing white shoes, white knee
socks, white shorts and a white shirt. The name Rupert
was stenciled on a patch over his left chest pocket.

I look like a bloody milkman, he thought. He picked up
the small package � Sabrina had assured him that it
contained something that her Aunt Zelda might order �
and a clipboard, and headed up the walkway to the
house. He rang the door bell, waited, and then rang it
again. A full minute passed and he was beginning to
wonder what to do next when the door opened.

Zelda Spellman was standing there. Giles’ first thought
was that she hadn’t aged a day since he had last seen
her over twenty years ago. His second thought was, my
goodness, what a way to answer your doorbell. The tall
blonde was dressed in a floor length negligee that was
made of a sheer, ice blue material. The material did
nothing to hide her full figure. Giles could hardly
tear his eyes from the acre of tit flesh revealed by
the loosely tied lingerie.

“Package,” he finally managed to stammer.

There was a flicker of recognition in Zelda’s eyes as
she looked at Giles, but then those eyes took on a
dreamy gaze as a man appeared in the doorway. He was
wearing a navy dressing gown and Giles could have sworn
that he spotted a large, obscene bulge poking at the
front of that gown before the man stepped behind Zelda
and put his arms around her waist.

“Who is it, darling?” the man asked as he kissed
Zelda’s slim neck.

“Just a delivery,” she answered as she tilted her head
to invite more kisses.

From somewhere beyond the door, Giles heard the loud,
brash voice of Zelda’s sister, Hilda, saying, “Hey, I
wasn’t through with that big dick yet, come back here
and fuck me.”

The man turned his head and said in a calm voice,
“Please dear, we have someone at the door.”

Giles stared at the man as he held out the package to
Zelda. He looked for all the world like a young Cary
Grant. He even sounded like the man. But neither Cary
Grant, nor any character he had ever played, would
treat a lady like this in public, thought Giles. As he
watched, the man’s hands moved up to cup Zelda’s
breasts. He found her nipples and began to tweak them
between finger and thumb.

“Would you please sign here?” said Giles proffering the
clipboard and a pen.

Zelda took the pen and scrawled an unintelligible
signature as the man began to nibble on the shell of
her ear. She giggled and said in a girlish voice,
“Stop, that tickles.” She thrust the clipboard back
into Giles hand and dropped the package on the floor.
She turned in the man’s arms and put one hand to the
back of his head while her other hand dived low between
their clinging bodies. Giles saw tongues being
exchanged in a kiss just before Zelda’s foot slammed
the door shut in his face. Giles walked back to the
van, and in a few minutes he was back at the
convenience store parking lot where Sabrina was
waiting.

She jumped into the van’s passenger seat and asked
eagerly, “What did you see?” Giles was tempted to give
the teen a G-rated version of what he’d seen, but then
he decided to tell her all.

“Wow,” Sabrina said. She looked stunned at the prospect
of her aunts having a threesome.

“Perhaps,” Giles softly suggested, “they knew that you
were coming home early and in the uh, excitement of the
moment, they displayed the unicorn sign, forgetting
that you would call me. Perhaps your aunts simply
wanted you away from the house for a couple of hours.”

Sabrina looked stunned and at a loss. “I… I really
don’t know,” she said.

Giles wanted to give her a moment to think. He moved
from the driver’s seat to the rear of the van. His
clothes had been stored there in a neat pile. “If
you’ll keep your eyes to the front, I’ll change back
into my civilian clothes.”

“OK,” Sabrina said softly.

Giles tossed the white shirt, shorts and socks next to
Sabrina’s seat as he removed them. “There you are,” he
said. “I don’t know what you do with magically created
garments. Turn them back into fairy dust or something?”
He was trying to lighten the mood.

Sabrina absently picked up the shirt and held it to her
face. Giles wondered if perhaps she was wiping away a
tear, when she turned and looked at him with a strange
smile. Giles had been using the bump of the van’s wheel
well as a seat. He was wearing only his boxer shorts
and he was in the act of putting on his socks when
Sabrina left her seat and came toward him.

“I’m not quite dressed,” he warned her, but Sabrina was
moving with a purpose. She knelt before him and pushed
his knees wide apart with her hands. Her hand dived
into the opening of his shorts and grabbed his cock.

“Sabina, please,” he cried out, but there was something
about her hot, eager fingers. He became erect in an
instant. He could feel Sabrina’s fingers moving on his
cock as it filled with boiling blood.

Sabrina pulled his cock into the open and said with a
grin, “You’re, much bigger than my boyfriend, Harvey.”
She began to slide her hand up and down Giles erection.
“Do these things keep growing as you get older?” she
asked innocently.

“I don’t think so,” Giles said. “You know, you really
shouldn’t be doing this.” He lifted his hands to push
her away, but then Sabrina opened her mouth and stuffed
three inches of hard cock into her mouth.

“Oh dear,” said Giles. His hands fell back to his sides
and his head fell back to make a hollow ringing thud
against the van’s sheet metal side. He could do nothing
but, for the second time that afternoon, surrender to
the feeling of a hot mouth and tongue on his cock.
Through half-lidded eyes he watched Sabrina’s blonde
head bob back and forth.

Her lips flared around the shaft of his cock, and her
tongue worked double-time on its sensitive head. In
less than two minutes, his aching dick was spurting its
load into her willing mouth. She looked as if she was
savoring a fine wine before she swallowed the creamy
cum. Sabrina rose and melted into Giles’ arms. She gave
him an eager kiss, and then she took his hand and very
deliberately pushed it between her thighs.

Giles loved the feel of Sabrina’s silky skin on his
fingers. He was about to close in on what he knew would
be a juicy, tight pussy, when he abruptly became aware
of what was going on. He snatched his hand away from
Sabrina’s leg as if it were on fire. He pushed her from
his lap and loudly cleared his throat. “Sabrina, we
have to stop.”

Her face became furious. “Oh sure, you get your rocks
off, but if I want a little action, then it’s all
taboo.”

Giles threw up his hands as if she were about to
attack. “Sabrina, stop, something’s happened to us. We
should be thinking about your aunts.”

“You just told me that they were both fine and simply
fucking away the afternoon.”

“I put that forward as a possibility; we have to look
further,” he said in a calming tone.

Sabrina emitted a growl of frustration and stomped back
to the passenger seat. As Giles finished dressing
Sabrina gathered up his deliveryman outfit and made it
disappear in a puff of fragrant smoke. She picked up
the clipboard and looked as if she were about to
disincorporate its atoms, when she began to squeal.

“A message, Aunt Zelda sent me a message,” she said
breathlessly as she pointed to the clipboard.

Giles looked skeptically at the spiky scribble. “You
can read something in that scrawl?” he asked.

“It’s a game that I used to play with my aunts, when I
was first learning my powers.” she said, “watch this.”
She tore the paper, containing what Giles had thought
was Zelda’s signature, from the clipboard, and stuffed
it in her mouth. She chewed on it for a minute and then
spit it back on the clipboard. She poked and prodded
and pushed at the wad of paper until it had spread to
ten times its original size. She handed the clipboard
to Giles with a look of triumph and confusion. “Here’s
what she wrote. I’m not sure what it means though.”

“It says,” Giles read from the slightly soggy paper,
“regulus glamour-incubus, book of shadows, 3
halliwells, san fran.”

“But what does it mean?” she asked.

“Well the Book of Shadows is a near-mythic book of
spells and information. It’s a bit of a Holy Grail to a
librarian like me. I think that the regulus glamour-
incubus is some sort of demon with which your aunts are
having trouble. And the three Halliwells must be
someone or something in San Francisco. I assume that
will lead us to the book, and I hope, a method for
dealing with this demon.”

Sabrina had seemed full of hope for a few moments, but
then her face began to cloud up once more. “We may not
have the time to search all over San Francisco,” she
said.

“I’m sure that we won’t have to,” said Giles. “Let me
make a phone call.” He left the van and called Willow
at his home back in Sunnydale. He advised her as to
what was going on. “So I need for you to do whatever it
is you do on the Internet and find out what ‘three
Haliwells’ is,” he instructed. “I’ll be at this
number.” He gave her the number at the convenience
store payphone.

Giles’ stomach growled, and he realized that it was his
lunch time. He got some snacks from the store and at
least tried to share them with Sabrina. She was too
nervous and upset to eat. He was washing down the last
of a way-too-sweet cookie when the payphone began to
ring. He answered; it was Willow on the other end.

“Giles, I think I found your Halliwells,” she said in
an excited tone. “There are a bunch of people in San
Francisco named Halliwell and at least two businesses.
I couldn’t put the number three with any of them, but
then I did a cross-check by…”

“Willow,” interrupted Giles, “dear, I’m afraid that we
may be a bit pressed for time.”

“Oh, sure,” she said. “Uh, there are three Halliwells
with the same address and phone number. Maybe that’s
them.”

“Well, it’s certainly a place to start. Thank you,
Willow.”

She gave him the address and phone number, and then
Giles returned to the van. “Sabrina,” he asked as he
climbed into the driver’s seat, “can you do that trick
with the phone once more? We need to be in San
Francisco.”

**

Piper Halliwell walked softly through the upstairs
hallway of her San Francisco home. She could hear the
rhythmic squeak of bedsprings, and the muffled cries
and the muted moans of sex. She stopped outside the
closed door of her sister Phoebe’s bedroom. Piper
looked around and then squatted and put her eye to the
keyhole of the old door.

Phoebe’s bed was across the room and sat crossways to
the door. There was a blonde guy lying nude on the bed
while an unclothed Phoebe bounced up and down on his
cock. Piper didn’t recognize the man. “Damn,” she
muttered to herself, “that’s the third different guy in
the last week.”

Piper steadied herself against the wall with one hand,
while she moved her other hand beneath the skirt she
was wearing. She slid a finger over the crotch band of
her panties, and pressed on her clit. She watched as
Phoebe leaned over her partner and shoved her tongue
down his throat while he pounded his wet cock into her
juicy pussy.

If I don’t stop this, I’ll have a sloppy wet pussy too,
thought Piper. She gave her clit one more good rub. She
was about to stand and go about her business, when she
heard, “Hey, what’s up?” in a whisper from directly
behind her ear.

Piper gasped and almost toppled over, but a pair of
hands caught her and helped her to her feet. She turned
and looked into the smirking face of her older sister,
Prue. “You know perfectly well what’s up,” Piper
hissed. She grabbed her sister by the hand and didn’t
turn it loose until they were in the basement of the
manor, two floors lower.

Once they were situated in corner, Piper turned to her
sister and said, “Look, I know that we agreed that we
had to let Phoebe live her own life when she moved back
in with us. But this continuous orgy that she’s
carrying on is too much.”

Prue pursed her lips. “I don’t think that one guy at a
time constitutes an orgy,” she said.

“You know what I mean,” said Piper as she shook her
finger in Prue’s face.

Prue reached out and took her sister’s hand. She pulled
until Piper was in her arms and she could give her a
fierce hug. “I know what you mean. She’s doing what
she’s always done. Acting just as she pleases, and
soaking up all the attention, especially all the sexual
attention.”

The girls separated just enough to gaze into one
another’s eyes. Prue tilted her head and kissed her
sister tenderly on the lips. Piper returned the kiss
and for a long moment their lips pressed softly. Their
mouths opened at the same instant, and their tongues
twined about one another slowly and sinuously. Their
breath was coming in short, hot gasps before they broke
apart. The two women stepped back and stared at each
other.

“I though we decided against this when Phoebe came
back,” Piper said into the tense silence.

“I thought it was for the best,” Prue said. She walked
to a nearby shelf and picked up an old quilt that had
been stored there. “But, I didn’t expect her to fuck so
many guys that you could practically see the pheromones
wafting through the air.”

“Right,” said Piper, taking a cue from Prue. She took
one end of the quilt and helped her sister spread it on
the floor. “I mean it’s not like we’re gay or
anything.”

Prue removed a blanket from its place on the shelf and
began to unfold it. “Yeah, Lord knows I like a good
stiff cock as much as the next girl,” she said.

“As long as the next girl isn’t Phoebe,” said Piper.
They both chuckled as they spread the blanket on top of
the quilt.

Piper began to unbutton her top. “We date, but it’s
hard to keep a steady boyfriend, especially when you’re
a witch,” she said.

“You know the old joke,’ said Prue. She had slipped out
of most of her clothes and was now unfastening her bra.
“A hard man is good to find, but a good man is hard to
find.”

“Ain’t it the truth,” said Piper as she stepped out of
her panties that had fallen to the floor.

The two sisters faced one another across the makeshift
bed. Piper had a slim figure with brunette hair that
fell down her back. Prue had a more lush figure, larger
breasts and more curves than her sister. Her raven
black hair framed her face. They embraced and kissed.