Season 2

Buffy watched Kendra throw kicks and punches at Giles' well padded form. She didn't think she was ever going to understand the girl. With Spike and Drusilla's plot foiled, Angel saved, and her plane leaving tomorrow, you would think Kendra would want to sit back and relax for a moment. You'd be wrong. She'd actually asked Giles for some training. Girl was crazy. Capital C...R-A-Z-Y. Crazy.

Still, there was no reason to get all angsty about it. That just meant she could spend some time catching up on homework rather than fending off Giles' nagging. She glanced at the large stack of textbooks and notebooks on the table before her. Wait a minute...

She found herself just watching the other Slayer, paying particular attention to the front of her red pants. It was hard not to think about it when there wasn't any drama and imminent peril to distract her. Kendra was a Slayer too and that meant she had a penis just like Buffy. There wasn't even a hint of a bulge though. Which made sense. Back when she'd been first called, she'd been small enough to hide it with some judicious positioning and undergarment choice.

Buffy kind of wanted to talk to her about it but she got the feeling that Kendra wouldn't really sympathize. She'd gotten the Watcher brainwashy early enough that it probably made perfect sense to her that she had a dick and balls to go with her pussy. Buffy shook her head slightly as she remembered Kendra's reaction to learning that Willow knew about her identity as the Slayer.

She'd pursed her lips judgmentally and crossed her arms across her chest before relaxing as a realization hit. Then she'd said it in that frustratingly sexy Jamaican accent of hers.

“Ah. She's the attendant.” Then she'd turned to Giles and said, “Sir, it has been some time since I had relief. May I?” she gestured at a confusion frowning Willow.

Giles looked like a dear caught in the headlights, a slowly growing expression of horror appearing on his face, “Ah...Um... You see- She's not- Buffy doesn't- Oh my dear lord this is uncomfortable.”

At that point there was no getting out of it and Buffy made him spill the beans...all the awful horrifying beans. It seemed that it was standard Watchers Council procedure to... employ some women of questionable morality to... take care of the Slayer's sexual needs. And here Buffy was, jerking herself off five times a day to keep her damn dick from going crazy gigantic and all super demon ugly! Not that she would ever, you know, actually resort to doing that with a- a- woman of ill repute! But still!

Still... Buffy found herself slipping into a harmless fantasy, imagining her little team of Scoobies taking on a bit more responsibilities in supporting their Slayer. Mmm... Willow, Cordy, and Xander... taking care of Buffy's big bad dic-

Bad Buffy! Down boy! She admonished herself along with the slowly pulsating serpent under her skirt.

Kendra's voice thankfully distracted her as she spoke to Giles in that really annoying deferential way, “Sir? Would you like to take my measure now?”

To her horror, Buffy instantly knew what the girl was talking about and so did Giles as a momentary expression of delight crossed his face at, no doubt, the thought of finally getting to perform one of his Watcher duties before it turned to consternation as his gaze slid over to Buffy.

Oh god. The Watcher Council's perverted obsession with Slayer dick size...

It was eight and a half inches to start, which had seemed crazy big at the time. And it was. Most new Slayers were six to seven inches, only a bit larger than the average guy was supposed to be. Yea, that's right. The creepy Watchers Council kept track of that sort of thing. Apparently, when they caught their girls young enough for some fun brainwashiness, they got them to submit to measurements like every three months.

Merrick had been smart enough not to even try that, not that there'd been much time with the Lothos, the dying, and the fire.

Giles though? Not so much. It had taken him a few weeks to work up the courage and even then he'd been rightfully embarrassed to bring it up. But there was no way Buffy was going to let some old stuffy British librarian type measure her dick! He'd even had a little food scale to weigh her testicles with! Seriously? Seriously?

And why, you ask, are the Watchers so interested in this very disgusting topic? Well, apparently Slayers are pretty variable when it comes to the strength of their powers. Prophetic dreams, mystic vampire detection, enhanced senses, healing rate, physical strength, durability, speed, endurance, and weapon instinct. So there was this theory that a Slayer's genital size had something to do with this. Probably because the damned thing grew over time as a Slayer got stronger, oh yea and all the best slayers who survived the longest and put down the greatest threats? Yea, you guessed it. Every single one was an exceedingly well hung young lady. And the below average ones? They tended to last as many months as they had inches.

Giles was finally getting over his discomfort and finished cleaning his glasses, “Ah yes. Of course. I suppose Mr. Zabuto does so after every training session?”

Kendra nodded and responded like they were talking about something as normal as shopping, “Usually yes. But I have also taken part in defeating two greater vampires as well as an Order of Taraka assassin.”

Still clearly uncomfortable, Giles nodded as he turned to gesture at his office, “Shall we?”

Buffy stared after them for several long moments, “So wait? Is this like one of Xander's stupid video games? Kill a boss monster and level up? Seriously?”

She was disgusted but also frustratingly titillated by the idea. The conflict kept her still for a minute before curiosity won out.

Buffy reached the doorway right as Kendra was pushing her pants down and Giles was pulling up a stool right in front of her. She was having a bit of a hard time actually accepting this was happening. Still, she watched as a pair of men's black briefs were revealed stretching tightly across the other girl's well rounded butt. Then they came down as well and she blinked as she took in Kendra's package.
Even soft, it was smaller than she'd expected. Being black she'd kind of imagined Kendra would have this big imposing bruiser of a dong. It was a stupid stereotype but still... Her testicles hung lower than her shaft which just looked odd to Buffy even though she knew she'd only seen her own. It wasn't like she was an expert.

When Giles reached out with one open hand and a tape measure in the other, Buffy found herself intervening before she knew it, “Wait! Hold up. This is not happening. I'm going to have nightmares about this.”

A patented annoyed expression crossed her watcher's face as he glanced over to her, “No one is requiring you to be here, Buffy.”

“Oh no. I'll know it still happened. Just as bad. Here-” she didn't even know why she did it. It was an impulse that she acted upon immediately. She nudged him aside and knelt before Kendra, pulling the girl in her direction with one hand on her hip. Looking up at the girl's ever impassive face, she asked, “You cool with this?”

There was an uncharacteristic gleam in her eye and the most minute upward curve to her lips as she nodded. Okay, check. There had been some sexual tension between them. Buffy was glad that the attraction was mutual even if it was a bit bewildering to accept the reality of that feeling. She took the measuring tape from Giles and gingerly reached out to grasp Kendra's very warm member between thumb and forefinger. The other slayer hissed slightly and Buffy felt a little naughty thrill at having elicited that response. She pulled it straight out, stretching it to its full flaccid length as she brought the measuring tape around.

Kendra made a negative sound before Giles spoke, “Not like that Buffy. Rest it upon your palm so that you can get its true relaxed length.” Okay.... She was totally weirded out to have Giles telling her exactly how to measure a dick. Buffy gave Kendra a look that said, 'I tried.' Doing this way was going to lose her a couple inches.

She did as instructed, probably enjoying having the other girl's dick sitting in her hand a bit too much. She got the measurement, “About three inches.” she declared only to receive an admonishment from both of them to be more precise.

“Okay okay.” she replied and supplied the desired number, not really seeing how a difference of millimeters really mattered. But apparently it did because Kendra actually cracked a smile at the result. Buffy actually felt a bit bad for her even though she didn't believe this Watcher size theory for even a second. Still, she'd come out of the gate with a soft length that had to be almost twice Kendra's size. She certainly never bothered to measure her flaccid length.... or even her hard length! Nope! Buffy Summers never measured her dick like some idiotic low self-esteem boy!

Right... and she totally wasn't feeling a little smug about having a bigger dick than the upstart Slayer either...

“Alright. I've got that down for your watcher, Kendra. Now let's move on to the erect length.” said Giles and Buffy found herself really wondering what Watcher training was like. Did they have classes with chalk boards covered in drawing of penises with statistics scrawled all over the place?

A few moments passed before Kendra gave Buffy a significant look. Buffy picked up on the message and found herself asking, “Seriously?”

Kendra looked to the side and declared in a tone as if from Moses himself, “It is the attendant's duty.”

Buffy snorted and decided that if she'd been a bit less aroused by the situation, she would have told Kendra to stuff it. As it was she got to work, taking the other Slayer's member into her fist and started to stroke and coax it. It wasn't like she didn't have a whole lot of experience at this particular activity. Though the angle made it a bit awkward. Realizing there was no reason she had to be all uncomfortable, seeing how she was doing the girl a favor what with not having to be touched by an old English guy. She got up and moved around to press up against the taller girl's back. She reached around her sides to take Kendra's cock into hand, the grip just like her own when she masturbated. Only this was even better because she was pressing her bulging erection into a very sweet smelling girl's really firm ass.

Hearing and feeling the other girl take in a sharp breath, Buffy had to restrain the urge to say something naughty and she suddenly really wished Giles weren't here. She had no idea what she was doing and somewhere deep down she felt a firm wrongness to it but she couldn't quite bring herself to care at the moment. She was just so aroused and- hell, when was the last time she'd relieved herself?

Her stroking hand was seeing quick results, Kendra's shaft swiftly growing in size and stiffness. The girl was doing a remarkable job of keeping her composure as Buffy quickened her pace, squeezing more firmly, but with her chin on the other Slayer's shoulder she could hear the shortening of her breath and the barest hint of a whimper slipping from her lips. After a few minutes in which Buffy's technique seemed to have stalled, she was startled to realize that Kendra was done growing. She pulled back her hand to see better. It was significantly smaller than what she'd had when she'd been Called and a far cry from the over ten inches she currently had. Not to mention how much thicker she was.

Giles had moved forward to take over the measuring and it was just as well because Buffy was experiencing an incredible wave of arousal at the knowledge of just how much bigger she was than Kendra. She was increasingly aware that with Kendra standing in her customary parade rest position, her hands were clasped at the small of her back, squeezed tightly between their bodies and only inches from Buffy's completely hard cock.

The idea was impossible to resist and she shifted back a bit to slip a hand down between them. Kendra resisted for only a second before she allowed Buffy to guide her hands down. With the fingers of her free hand Buffy pulled the waistband of her skirt out and Kendra's hands slipped inside with no coaxing. Her questing fingers found what they were looking for, and she hesitantly grasped the heated flesh, her eyes going wide as her attempts to close her fingers around it were spectacularly halted. She blinked, and looked over at Buffy's reflection in the office's window. Meeting only a smirk, she returned her eyes to Giles' efforts on her own penis and she reached in her other hand.

When she found Buffy's swollen head and reallized the Slayer's full length, her composure finally broke and she gasped, “Oh my god.”

Giles had just declared Kendra to be six and one quarter inches exactly, so he stood back and smile faintly now, “Ah. Improvement then? I'm glad to hear it.”

“Giles.” Buffy's voice was a bit hoarse with her passion and his eyes widened as he became aware of the expression on both their faces as well as the way they were standing and what that meant, “I need some...ahh... I need to be alone with Kendra. Like...right now.” The blonde Slayer was a bit mortified somewhere deep inside but her arousal was a smothering blanket over everything.

He froze for one long second before he nodded. “Yes. Of course.” He leaned over and closed the blinds to the windows and headed for the door, “I'll make sure you're not disturbed.”

“Yea...do that.” she said distracted but for some reason aroused at the notion of her Watcher covering for her while she did the nasty with Kendra. The girl was turning around and going to her knees now so Giles was suddenly completely from her mind.

Kendra lifted the Slayer's cock out of her skirt slowly, her eyes going wider and her heartbeat thundering in her ears with every fat, veiny inch that was revealed. When finally the massive, mushroom-shaped head emerged, she felt faint. The shaft was nearly kissing her, and she was able to extend her arms slightly in the space between her and Buffy's crotch.

Not having jerked off since this morning it was as Buffy had feared. Her cock was going demon, probably already past a foot in length but Buffy didn't care at all, only growing more horny as she looked past it to spy Kendra's now even more diminutive looking dick dangling between her widely spread legs, leaking pre in a thin stream.

Kendra's black fingers looked and felt tiny as she held the throbbing pinkish meat-staff, the veins pulsing menacingly as it drooled a slight dollop of fluid from the tip. Buffy purred softly to herself, and set her hand on the crown of Kendra's head gently. "Are you fine with this?"

Suffice it to say.... Kendra was very fine with it. She told Buffy she'd never lain with a man and the blonde just barely managed to snap that she still wouldn't have. Instead, she admitted she'd never slept with a girl before which continued to surprise Kendra.

Anyway, they had sex. And it was glorious. So much better than Buffy's hands on any day of the week. Buffy managed to convince the other Slayer to stick around another week and she didn't have to try very hard to get the discipline obsessed girl to agree.

No one ended up disturbing them thanks to Giles' vigilant over-watch in the library. Though he didn't realize that Cordelia was back in the stacks and saw him waving off Xander and Willow. She was about to step out and demand what the deal was when she heard a very loud sex wail emanating from the office. Curiosity got the best of her and she stuck around to listen as Buffy and Kendra had an apparently very good time.

A speculative gleam entered her eyes.