__Harem__
By GooleCap
Giles felt as though every corner of his being was wracked with the most
abject terror he had ever known. His hands sweated profusely, the thighs on
his tweed trousers dark with dampness as he furiously rubbed his palms
against them. The room seemed to be closing in around him, cutting off the
air. He gazed in uncontrollable fear at the emotionless being before
him.
"Well, Mr Giles", the school superintendent began, replacing his
personnel file on the table, "Everything appears to be in order. You seem
highly regarded by both students and faculty, your records are immaculate,
even your staging of the school talent show was well received despite
several, uh, last minute cancellations amongst the cast".
Giles breathed again in what seemed the first time in an age. Oxygen suddenly seemed like a
rich and nourishing substance. The Ascension was only two days away but this
really terrified him.
The superintendent removed his glasses. "There is,
however, one area of concern".
His Latin master had once informed him that
the worst punishment Roman gaolers had performed on their captives was to
pretend there had been a revolution. They would be released from their cells
and allowed as far as the prison gates, which would then be shut in their
faces, the terrible reality setting in. Giles had sometimes wondered what
that must have felt like. Now he knew.
"Principle Snyder has written, and I
quote 'Mr Giles appears to spend most of his time with a trio of nubile young
women with whom he has a relationship of unbecoming intimacy. This personal
harem gives me grave doubts as to his suitability as a school librarian'
Would you care to comment on this?"
"That maggot", thought Giles, " That
jumped up little Napoleon with all the charm of a festering corpse. I hope he
dies of syphilis and rots in hell. I hope he's devoured by a hydra demon. I hope...."
"Mr Giles?"
"Sorry, superintendent. I'm just a little shocked at
what has been written. Can I ask to whom he is referring?"
"Miss Chase, for one. I know her father quite well and he's a very influential man in the
community"
Giles felt like asking if her father's real name was Lear. If ever
there was a child so inappropriately named it was the Queen of Mean. She was
so shallow she virtually qualified as a coral reef. Still, that part of her
dubious charm. She was gorgeous. That hair that she never stopped tending,
those oh so perfect teeth accompanied by hazel eyes (not brown, no, nothing
so common). He had to admit she had wonderful cheekbones. Great breasts,
there was no denying it, the sort of cleavage you could lose yourself in
leading to a tiny waist and the kind of legs that would grace Atalanta. It
was her personality that really made her so desirable, however. She
was beautiful and she knew it, so haughty and arrogant. It made you want to
rip her clothes off, throw her against the wall, tie her hands and spank her
silly before taking her until she was hoarse from moaning your name...
"Mr Giles?"
"I'm sorry Superintendent, the thought that Miss Chase and myself
have an inappropriate relationship is simply ridiculous. A young woman like
that can have her pick of boys in this school and from what I gather, she
has. I'm sure she would have no interest in old fogies like you and I ".
The superintendent adjusted his wig self-consciously and Giles made a
laudable effort to kick himself under the table.
"There's also the case of Miss Rosenberg"
Willow. She was adorable. So intelligent, yet so innocent. If
you were allowed to pick your children you would have Cordelia as a trophy
daughter you would wheel out when company called and Willow to keep for
yourself. That smile, those eyes like one way mirrors reflecting only the
sweet and wonderful things in the world. He sometimes dreamed of taking her
in his arms, kissing her all over and holding her forever. To see that
curious mixture of passion and surrender on her face as he gently entered her
and she arched back towards him whilst weeping with the sweet pain of
physical and emotional intimacy. Somehow he imagined she'd be quite the
adventuress once you scraped the surface.
"Is there something distracting you Mr Giles?"
"I'm sure if you consult the school records you'll find that Miss
Rosenberg is in the top ten percent of any class you can name. It surely
stands to reason that such an avid student would spend a great deal of time
in the library and I as I am the librarian it seems reasonable that we would
often be seen together"
"That's all very well, but the same can hardly be
said of Miss Summers, in fact she seems constantly absent from everywhere but
the library!"
Buffy. She was lovely. Not a little girl anymore, all of them
were now adults, legally and by every other measure you could think of. The
perfect package of blond hair, breasts and that thing she did with her mouth!
She was so petite that Giles sometimes worried that sex with anyone but that
midget Jonathon would kill her. Still, from experience he knew there was a
lot to be said for small women, they always made you feel positively
Herculean in comparison. He imagined peeling off her sweat laden training
clothes, the sullen pout of her lips eagerly sucking him to ecstasy. He would
wind her ponytail around his hand and gently drag her backwards onto him,
relishing her whimper as he parted the cheeks of her backside and enjoying
the exquisite tightness as she lingered for a few moments, controlling the
speed and depth of his most intimate penetration. He was nothing if not a
considerate lover, he would ensure her pleasure with a few strokes of his
fingers before guiding her own hand to the vagina and letting his palm stray
towards her breasts. With expert timing they would climax as one.
"Miss Summers is a truly exceptional student but one who doesn't really respond to
convention. My personal tuition is carried out with the express permission
of her mother and I think her exam results speak for themselves. All three of
these women are now adults and will be leaving the school this week, I hardly
think it's a matter of concern as they are no longere pupils"
"Well, thank you Mr Giles. That will be all"
He was kissing Willow, letting his tongue
explore her mouth with abandon whilst the blond mop of Buffy's head licked
between her thighs, causing her to shudder with pleasure. His right hand
gripped her breast firmly whilst his left stroked Cordelia's mane of black
hair as she took him enthusiastically within her mouth and greedily gulped
down his seed. Cordelia was pinching Willows' buttocks, her perfectly
manicured nails interfering lewdly with the deliciously sensitive flesh she
found between them. Her other hand effortlessly found Buffy's clitoris, a
favour, which she willingly returned with gusto. Willow's nails dug into the
flesh of Giles chest; her wrists' bound together with a bow of
scarlet ribbon. Buffys' free hand was in there too somewhere but in the
confusion Giles couldn't quite place it. The air was rent with their frenzied
moans and the bed sheets soaked with cheap perfume and their sweet, sweet
sweat.
"You may go now, Mr Giles"
It took all his self-restraint to walk from the room. Once in the corridor he broke into a run.
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