Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 14

"Fuck my ass!" Willow urged.

The Slayer recalled how she'd felt when her mentor, Rupert Giles, had butt fucked her. Both of them had been terribly ill at ease, seeing one another naked. Giles had been like a father to her, and there she'd been, seated across the pentacle they'd drawn on his floor, naked, trying not to see him without his clothes on, just as he had tried to avert his eyes from her nakedness. However, once they'd gotten naked, try as they might, they hadn't been able to avert their eyes from one another's nakedness. It had been a matter both of human nature and of curiosity. Buffy and her mentor had stolen furtive glances at each other. At last, Buffy had seen what Giles had concealed under the heavy tweed suits he'd worn during his years as Sunnydale High School's librarian, and he'd viewed what Buffy had hidden beneath the stylish outfits-blouses, mini-skirts, and knee-length boots, for the most part-that she'd worn during her high school days. They'd chanted a few lines of bad verse, which the vengeance demon, Anya, had no doubt devised:

Let them, who were as father and daughter, Each become the lover of the other, Trading self-respect for shame, love for sex, Thereby breaking the vengeance demon's hex.

For each vampire the girl has turned to dust, A thousand-thousand times increase her lust, That both the Watcher and the Slayer be Free to realize their secret fantasies.

Let the protég become but mouth, hands, Breasts, buttocks, cunt, cock, and balls, to which stands Her mentor's virile member, thick, swollen, And rigid from lust-filled thoughts of dire sin.

The moment they'd finished the chant, a change had come over Buffy and Giles. Moments before, they'd felt ashamed and humiliated, and they'd averted their eyes from one another's nudity, Buffy feeling it as wrong to be naked in front of the man she regarded as her father as Giles did to be unclothed before the young woman he considered his daughter. After the chant,