Buffy the Erection Slayer

By Robert Lubrican

Buffy liked sex. She had standards. She wasn't interested, for instance, if a man had a wife or girlfriend already. But the problem was that men were like little lost puppies sometimes, and sometimes she just couldn't resist taking them home. And then, occasionally, she thought they were single, when in fact, they weren't. That was how she ended up with five men on the hook. And that was fine, except that all five men were in dysfunctional relationships with either a wife or girlfriend. And Buffy simply gave them what their significant others would not.

Then one of the girlfriends found out about Buffy. She told the other women about her, and they all banded together to go on a tar and feathering party.

But it didn't quite turn out like they thought it would. For one thing, Buffy wasn't afraid of them. For another, she seemed to know exactly what was wrong with each relationship. Not only that ... she knew what needed to be done to repair things.

All the women needed was some practice and experience.

And Buffy, of course, knew how to arrange that too.

Come along on a roller coaster ride that looks like it's just a plain and simple smutty book, until you might just find yourself having to re-define the term "slut." But you have to be very tall to ride this ride. This book is not appropriate for those under the age of eighteen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert Lubrican
• Release date: Sep 15, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465900586

Robert Lubrican

I grew up in the fifties and sixties, and that is reflected in my books quite often. I spent twenty years in law enforcement, and traveled the world, which also can be seen in my books and stories. While the genre I write in is technically called erotic romance, what I actually write are stories with a plot, which include sexual behavior on the part of the characters. That is because most people's lives include sex and erotic gratification. And, since most people wonder about lifestyles that are sometimes called taboo, or forbidden, I write about them, occasionally too. I believe that two consenting adults know more about their own happiness than anyone else, and that even if they are mistaken, they have the right to make their own choices. I also believe that love is the key to making choices that will not turn out to be mistakes.Many of my ideas involve coming of age, which usually takes place in the early to mid teens. Publishing standards, however, require that all characters in the published version of the book be over 18. That's not realistic, but it's just the way things are. If you purchase one of my books and would like to have the original version, unedited for age, send a copy of your receipt to [e-mail] and I'll happily provide you with a copy of the original at no additional cost. It is not illegal to write or possess such versions. It's just unpopular with certain special interest groups who desire to restrict your freedom.

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Buffy, the Erection Slayer

by Robert Lubrican

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2010 Robert Lubrican

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Table of Contents

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Epilogue

Foreword

There are varying types of erotica, though a lot of people don't look at it that way. Many people lump all erotica into the one category porn. What that means, if taken to its logical conclusion, is that any story that has explicit descriptions of sex in it is porn. Now let's just look at that for a second. You have a life. Your life has sex in it, assuming you're normal and reasonably lucky. When you have sex, it's pretty explicit.

But that doesn't mean your life is porn.

The fact is that sex plays an important part in your life, and in the lives of everybody else on the planet. And to me, it just seems like if a story is about people, sex might also play an important part in those people's lives.

That sounds very simplistic, but when you get a wild hair of an idea, things get complicated. Take this book, for example. On the face of it, it's just a nasty little book about a slut who has sex just about every chance she gets. But look a little deeper and you'll find something else completely. She's not actually a slut. She just likes sex. And she has standards - important standards. She cares about the men she interacts with. She even cares about the wives and girlfriends of the men who cheat on those wives and girlfriends with her.

And what's the point? Well, if you're me, the point is that we tend to stereotype people, based on what we see on the surface of things. That's really not a very good idea, and it's a miserable way of choosing your friends. The fact is you need to look deeper, to see what makes each person tick. And that's what changes this from just a dirty smut story into something to think about. As a society, we're hung up on sex. Why? We were created to have it. If we didn't we'd die out as a species. Sex is as normal as eating and sleeping. And, like eating and sleeping, if you do them wrong, it can cause problems. So we need to pay attention.

That's all Buffy is actually saying in this book.

Bob

Chapter One

Buffy tensed and started using her internal muscles to squeeze and milk the penis that was currently buried in her vaginal sheath when she felt it swell and begin delivering the sweet, thick liquid she so craved. Professor Sorenson always came so hard and long when he was this excited.

He also started talking when he was this excited, and this occasion was no exception.

"Then Stuart penetrated deep into enemy territory [grunt grunt]. He pounded the defenders relentlessly [pant pant] and pressed his attack, ravaging the defenses. At last his cavalry poured through the defenseless lines [grunt, pant] and he seeded destruction! He pillaged the supplies, taking what he wanted until he was satisfied!"

He gasped for air as his organ dribbled the last of his current supply of semen into the young woman under him. Sorensen knew the young woman writhing in ecstasy as he spewed his baby batter in her was not on the pill. He had never quite understood her convoluted reasoning for letting him take her bareback, and honestly, he didn't care. She had said something about how it made it 'more' exciting. He asked himself how fucking this hot little blonde could be anything but exciting, but the idea of making her tummy swell with his baby, a condition his wife seemed to be trying to avoid, sent him into a frenzy. That she seemed to be turned on by the risk was icing on the cake.

As usual when he approached his orgasm he had begun gasping about some aspect of history, often American History, which he taught at Collins College. This time it was about how Jeb Stuart had swept down on the Union supply wagons outside Washington D.C. and captured the train, withholding its bounty from the Yankee soldiers at Gettysburg. As he described the attack, with each emphasized word, he thrust into her, delivering his equivalent of cannon shot from his personal cannon, in his attempt to defeat Buffy's defenses and plant a baby in her belly.

Buffy tuned his chatter out and centered herself on the warm fluid that was bathing her insides. She knew she was addicted to semen - would even happily agree she was a cumslut - but she tempered her craving for the slippery fluid by trying to make sure that when she got a dose, she was at least within a four or five day span of when her period was supposed to come. She loved her four year old daughter more than anything else and wanted to have a big family, but not before she finished college and not with Collins College's Professor of American History. She purely did, however, enjoy his efforts.

Still, she hated taking precautions. The way she saw it, if she liked a man enough to let him have sex with her, then she shouldn't complain if he knocked her up. And, it was so much more fun if, when she decided to let a man have what all men craved, he knew she was totally unprotected. That made most men much more passionate and hotter lovers. At least once they knew she didn't expect anything from them other than orgasms.

So, in the interests of finishing school, she had made several rules for herself. One was that she'd try really hard to use the rhythm method to enjoy any naked cocks she wanted in her. Her period was so regular that, had they known it, the Naval Observatory could time the phases of the moon by her. So, when she knew it was too dangerous to let a cock spurt way up inside her, she simply put it down her throat. At other times, when she felt reasonably sure she could chance getting a pussy full of spunk, she just neglected to tell her lover that it was a safe time of the month for her. Or at least safer than other times. Right now only one man was allowed to cum in her when she was ripe, and that was the man she called Uncle Bob.

Whenever she had a nice hard prick in her Buffy couldn't help but compare it to Uncle Bob's. He wasn't actually her uncle. He was her best friend, Megan's uncle. Uncle Bob had taken her in when, during the summer after her 18th birthday, a counselor at acting camp had knocked her up. Her mother had thrown her out of the house, calling her a slut and a whore.

That had hurt her feelings.

But Megan had gotten knocked up at acting camp too, by the same counselor, in fact. She, however, lived with her Uncle Bob, who told her that, while she should have used better judgment, men were men and women were women, so she'd just have to make the best of things. He had offered to let Buffy make the best of things at his house too, when Megan found out Buffy was homeless.

She knew Bob, of course, because she had spent many nights sleeping over at Megan's. She had always thought he was handsome, and he never treated her like a little girl. He was always polite too, even when she practiced flirting with him. So he was already special in her opinion.

Then, that first night, when she lay in the bed in his guest bedroom, wondering what would become of her, her door had opened and Bob had come in. When he asked her if she was all right, she burst into tears. He held her as she cried, stroking her hair, something her parents should have done, but had not.

There, there, he said into her hair. We'll figure things out. You're very smart, and got a scholarship, right?

She nodded. I'd like to go to college, but my daddy said they don't let sluts in there.

I see, he said.

But I only did it at acting camp, and it was kind of an accident, so I'm not a slut ... right?

Bob stroked her back. How many times did you let this man have you, Buffy?

I don't know. Acting camp was two months long, and after that first time we decided it was so much fun that we did it every night after that.

You and Megan? he clarified.

Yes.

And was it just this one man?

She blushed. Well ... there were a few of the boys we had to rehearse with, and the counselor had us rehearse love scenes with them.

And so they fucked you too, said Bob.

Yes, she admitted.

"Both you and Megan," he clarified.

Yes, she admitted again.

Well, I've never lied to you, and I'm not going to start now, Buffy. Any girl who lets a multiple men rut between her legs over and over is a slut. That's the definition of a slut Buffy, a woman who fucks because she enjoys it. Some people just don't understand that, and your mother is one of them. He was still stroking her hair. But even sweet young sluts like you need love he went on. Come on, quit crying, we'll figure something out tomorrow.

Thank you Uncle Bob cried Buffy and she hugged him even closer. As they parted the covers slid down off her perfect teen breasts. She had gotten used to sleeping nude at Acting Camp and couldn't bear to wear anything to bed now. Bob's eyes glistened in the half light as he eyed her perky pink nipples.

This counselor ... these boys husked Megan's uncle. The ones who did this to you he stroked her still flat belly, below her naked breasts, pushing the covers down further and exposing her tuft of blond pussy hair. Did he suck your little nipples.?

Buffy heard something in his voice she had heard in the counselor's voice, and she suddenly realized that Uncle Bob wasn't thinking about her as Megan's little friend any more. And she agreed with him - even sluts need love. And of all the men she could think of, Uncle Bob was her favorite.

Lots she whispered. They sucked ... other places too. she went on, goading him to see what he would do.

Lots he whispered back. Then he bent over and sucked her exposed nipple himself.

Ohhhh Uncle Bob, sighed Buffy. You're a naughty, naughty man, just like those others!

No I'm not. he corrected. Best friend's uncles get to do this to little sluts. His hand, which had been on her belly, slid down between her legs and she instinctively spread her knees apart. She hadn't had any cock in the two months since she came back from Acting Camp. And they get to do this too he said as he slid a big finger into her pussy, going deep.

Buffy moaned as her horny pussy clamped down on Bob's thick finger. And ... what else ... do they do ...? she panted.

Uncle Bob needs to just how wet you are, Bob whispered and his lips left her nipples and drifted down, closer and closer to her teen pussy, pushing the covers off of her little by little.

It had been a long time since anybody had done that to Buffy too, and her legs widened to give him plenty of room. She reached for an orgasm as he licked and sucked her young pussy lips, and felt her pussy weep all over his face as she came.

Her best friend's uncle had then leaned back, examining her sprawled and naked body, open for the taking. He had crawled up between her legs, working his pajama bottoms down off his hips and exposing his very manly boner. No words were needed as he slotted his rampant prick to her pussy's mouth and began easing it in. He assumed this counselor was a teenager himself, not a man, so he went slowly. He wanted this sweet young woman to spread for him again, so he wanted