Sated

v Title: Sated
Chapter 3/?
A BTVS Erotic Drama in Novel Form.
By: Ozmandayus

Summary: The tension finally explodes between Buffy, Xander, and Faith, Tara helps Spike in a way no one would ever imagine.

Spoilers: Okay, end of season six, except Joyce never died in season five. Buffy did die and was brought back. Xander and Anya broke up in early 2001. They are friends only. Faith was released from jail on parole in October 2001. Xander helped her get a place to stay and a job. Xander and Buffy secretly hooked up a month before this road trip. Did you get all that?

Rating: Extremely NC 17 for Violence and Intense Sexual Situations. This will contain F/F, M/F, and F/M/F Three-Way Sex. Rough Sex, Sex Toys, and Light Bondage as well. You have been warned.

Category: Drama/Romance/Angst

Couples: B/X, F/X, F/B, B/X/F, and Spike/Anya UST.

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns everything. Sueing me would be suh a waste of time and money :)

Beta Read By: Lorificus the Great

Distribution: Anywhere as long as you tell me first.

Feedback: mrsinister@mailhost.chi.ameritech.net

Author’s Notes 1: Heat. That's what I'm trying to create here. A dark passion that bases itself in love, but loses itself in lust.

Author’s Notes 2: As usual in my BTVS NC-17 fics, assume the Watcher's Council provides 100% not-one-little-guy-getting-through birth control to their Slayers. This is fanfic, not real life. Wrap it up every time.

Author’s Notes 3: I'd like to thank the following: Lori, Melissa, TC, Dale, Brooke, C-Man, Anthony, Lesley, Zar, John McCarrick, Bruce, Ice Wing, Joseph Tedeschi, Xandman 2000, Boulder, Andy, Wicked Raygun, Socrates, Fulgour, Tony Convey, Jen (Saturn Girl), Calen, Angel Luv, Morgana Carbrera, Stephen Howe, Queen Angel, Ta'al, Saffi, Xican, Manoverhall,
Duncan, Eric, Josh, Calen, Jellie Klunder, Mia, Rodz15, Rebecca, Mouse, Mad Poetess, Reddygirl, kris , Tracey, and the wonderful Queen Angel

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Dupont Cemetery
Spike's old crypt
Sunday, June 5, 2002 7:37 PM
Sunnydale, Ca


Twenty candles provided all the light in the dark crypt. The wind howled outside, giving the moment an even more ominous feel than it already had. Shadows played games with dust in the air, one second appearing clean, the next filthy when the light shined upon it.

An analogy Spike held dear.

He sat in an old chair in the center of the room. His feet were shackled to the floor and the legs of the chair by thick steal chains that were criss-crossed between his legs. His hands were chained behind his back, the chains wrapped around his torso and over both shoulders.

Precautions had been taken.

"Thank you."

Tara lifted her head from the book she was reading over, making her last-minute preparations. "You're welcome," she replied, still making mental notes about the incantation.

Feeling nervous was not something Spike was accustomed to. He linked that emotion too closely to fear, something he invoked in others, never something he himself experienced.

His fingers scratched at the chains behind his back. Even with his augmented strength, he would not be able to break them. He was trapped and helpless. Only Tara knew they were even here and he had sworn her to secrecy.

Even asking her to do this was beyond what he thought he was capable of. But more and more lately, Spike had been discovering that he could choose where he wanted to go with his life.

The past was done. Unchangeable and written. But the future was not.

The final piece of this mystical puzzle had been extremely hard to come by. With the demon underworld looking upon him as a traitor, Spike had a hell of a time finding what he’d been looking for. But money ruled in this world. And be it with demon or human, it opened ears and lines of communication. His methods of coming up with the money were not things he wanted anyone to know.

At the very least, no one died for his cause.

Tara said to herself, looking over all the objects from the small desk in the corner. "We're ready."

Spike turned to her, his face stern and impatient. "How's the Orb?"

Tara held the Orb of Thessulah out so that he could see it. "It's as heavy as a softball."

"Can we please leave sports out of this?"

Tara smiled at his snarky remark. "Let's talk for a few minutes before we do this."

"Why?"

"Because this is huge. I've never done a spell this powerful before, much less tweak it a little. And after we do it you will never be the same again. Your demon will be gone and you will have your soul again."

"What about the sunlight?"

Tara looked over her notes. "I think I can do it. We'll just have to see."

"Could you sound a little more confident?"

"I'm cold and wet, sitting in an unheated crypt in a cemetery with a former mass murderer turned good guy whose soul I'm about to retrieve from hell. I'm as confident as I'm going to be."

"And you didn't stutter one time. Bravo."

"I could shrink your dick, you know."

Spike snorted as he turned away, but a smile crossed his face nonetheless. Tara bantered with him like a friend. A real friend, with no real hatred for him in her eyes. He knew that was because she never knew him when he was truly evil. "You scared?"

Tara tapped her fingers on her thigh. "Oh, yeah."

"Good. Fear clears your mind. You'll be more focused."

"Thank you for asking me to do this." Tara watched as he looked up at her. When Spike cornered her three weeks ago she’d been shocked, to say the least.

"You're probably the only one I could ask."

"Just the same, thank you. I know this is not easy for you and talking about what it really means is not your style. For the record I just want to say I will certainly feel safer around you and I'm sure the others will, too."

"No they won't. Not that I care."

"Spike, you can't change everyone’s mind. I'm gay, remember. There will always be people that hate me for no other reason than the fact I'm gay."

"But you're not a murderer like I am."

It's the first time she could ever remember him admitting that he was a murderer out loud. "True, but the principles are the same," she began.
"Xander will never like you. He carries issues from the past, from when he staked his best friend Jesse, as well as his hatred of Angelus and your....thing with Buffy."

"I don't give a flaming fuck about what Droopy thinks."

Tara could hear the underlying anger in his voice. "You still love
Buffy, don't you?"

"I'm not doing this because of her."

"Are you going to lie and tell me she's not a part of it?"

"I got what I wanted. The Slayer’s old news." Spike watched as Tara's face turned cold due to his callous statement. "It's the truth. Whether you like it or not doesn't matter to me."

"Buffy's an adult. She can do what she please. Luckily, she wised up,"
Tara fired back with venom.

Spike snarled, hating the thought of Buffy with Xander. "If you're done trying to prove to me why you got an A+ in Psychology, can we please get back to the little matter of retrieving my soul. I'd kinda like it back. Then you can go home and get back to playing the sweetest dyke witches in Sunnydale."

Tara looked dead straight into his eyes, then started packing up everything she had laid out only minutes before.

"Hey, wait." Spike knew he had insulted her. "I'm sorry."

"Insults are not the way to a witch’s heart."

His smirk told her she’d used the wrong choice of words. "You telling me I got a shot?"

"Not in this or any other lifetime. But Anya might be interested."

"We'll see," Spike added without any emotion. "Are you ready yet?"

"In a matter of minutes you may have your soul back and be able to walk in sunlight. That's huge. I'm just trying to figure out where your head is at."

Spike could hear traces of true concern in her voice. He silently cursed himself for being so woefully unprepared to deal with situations like these. "I'd like to get a better job."

Tara nodded slowly, allowing him time to formulate his thoughts.

"I know this bloke from the bar over on Clairmont. He's tall, thin build, has my golden locks. I snagged a few pictures from his wallet one night. I wouldn't mind talking to some underworld joes about getting myself some legal ID. If I can move around in the daytime then I can do some things. Normal things."

"That sounds good. I think Dawn would be overjoyed."

Spike shrugged best he could in the chains. "I'm tired of being a monster. I don't live that way anymore."

"Hopefully, you'll get the chance." Tara watched Spike's face turn somber.

"I can't risk hurting Dawn. The old me would tear her throat out and not give a damn. I still can't say the old me isn't in my head being held in check by the Initiative’s Pentium demon processor. I keep wondering if...."

"It malfunctioned somehow," she finished for him.

"Yeah," he added, eyes on the floor. "I don't want to ever hurt Lil Bit. She sees something in me that no one else does. Now I want to see it for myself."

Tara placed a small iron bowl in front of her. A pair of dice lay on one side while a pile of runes laid on the other. "I'm ready when you are, Spike."

he thought nervously. His entire life was about to change. The tension in him was coming off in waves. "Do your worst."

Taking a deep breath, Tara closed her eyes and began the incantation.
She had memorized exactly what she had to do with the dice and the runes. The incantation itself was only six paragraphs long. She'd been learning it by heart the last two weeks.

Spike watched her as the wind began to pick up outside. He didn't know if that was part of the spell or just another effect of the weather.

Tara began chanting, a little louder with each syllable. The language was old, archaic and demonic. Her hands reached for a pack of matches on the table. She struck three at the same time and dropped them into the bowl filled with incense. With her eyes still closed, she broke the runes up and dropped them into the bowl.

Spike watched as the Orb of Thessulah began to glow, pulsing with some form of unknown energy. Tara's voice began to change, becoming more intense. Her body began to convulse, her voice deepening. Spike suddenly felt a throbbing in his chest. A slow dull ache they grew as each second ticked away. The sensation felt like fire under his skin as it spread throughout his body. He began screaming, clenching his fist so tight behind his back that his fingernails began to draw blood on his hands.

Tara chanted faster, adding the new incantation to the original one
Willow used to return Angel's soul to him. She could hear voices in her ear. Dark voices speaking in demonic tongues. Her body felt bizarre, different than it had ever felt before. A chill entered the room, making it feel almost like a freezer. The temperature drooped so fast she barely had time to know it happened.

The Orb of Thessulah shined bright, flashing on the table.

Spike continued to scream, tossing his head back, teeth clenching. His skin felt stretched, torn almost to the breaking point. He was bleeding from the mouth and eyes, his body shaking in the chair. He began hearing voices in his ear. His mind flashed terrible images of hell itself. Of demons he had never known existed.

Then everything stopped.

Completely.

There was no sound to be heard. Not the wind whistling through the cracks in the ceiling. Not the storm outside.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Every candle in the crypt, along with the burning items in the bowl, went out at the same time.

Tara opened her eyes slowly. They had to adjust to the full darkness of the crypt. Spike had no idea what effect getting his soul back may have on the chip in his head. He wanted to be chained up just in case things didn't work out and he tried to kill her.

His chair was directly facing a huge stained glass window with clear glass centers. He would remain chained to the chair until morning. His instructions to Tara were simple. She was to return in the morning to see if he wasn’t dust. She had a spell to track soulless demons and would use it to see if his soul didn't set off the spell. If he was dust, she was to inform everyone that he had tried to do what was right in the end. She also had a handwritten letter for Dawn should the worst happen.

Tara stood from her chair, shaken, but confident. She began gathering all her items while watching Spike's unconscious body, slumped in the chair.

Wasting no time, she exited the crypt, hoping for the best.


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The Hillcrest Motel
Room 9
Just off of Route 395
Near Little Lake
Sunday, June 5, 2002 8:45 PM

As Xander lay on his stomach wearing sweatpants, his white tank top at the foot of the bed, Buffy pressed kisses to each of the three small bandages on his shoulder. "Sorry for the love wounds."

Enjoying her attentions, he sighed. "It's okay. Certainly not the first time." He felt her stretch out on his back, an odd form of snuggling to be sure, but they enjoy it.

"This Lord of the Rings is more violent than I thought," Faith pondered next to them on the bed. When Buffy and Xander exited the bathroom after their shower, they found that Faith moved the small table separating the beds. She shoved them together, creating one bed.

Neither Buffy nor Xander made mention of this.

Faith tried, but failed to keep her eyes off of Buffy, who seemed to be wearing one of Xander's shirts, and nothing else.

Xander could feel Faith's eyes drinking Buffy in. He himself couldn't stop looking at her.

"I saw Lord of the Rings the day after Christmas," Buffy remembered.
"Me, Dawn and Tara caught it one night after patrol. I think Willow was out of town visiting relatives."

"Me and Faith saw it Christmas night," Xander added, his hand gently stroking Buffy's, which rested under his chin. That was a bad time for them. Only days earlier hid the Scoobies discovered Buffy in Spike's crypt, naked, wrapped in his bed sheets.

With the reek of raw sex in the air.

To this day Xander was sickened by the memory, though he tried to leave the past where it belonged. Buffy felt the tension rise in his body, but said nothing. Even as close as they were now, with the love as strong as it was, that day still stood between them.

Out of the corner of her eye, Faith watched the silent body language of the two people lying next to her. The lights were off, with only the glare of the TV and the occasional lightening burst illuminating the room. The rains were still pelting the window in earnest. The storm had tapered off just a little, but wind gusts could still be heard. "Xander was really fucked up around that time. He didn't say much of anything for a week. Not even to me. I could tell he was torn up about everything," she said out of the clear blue, obviously to Buffy.

"So was I," the other Slayer replied, her head resting on the back of
Xander's neck, her arms tucked around his upper body. "Tara and Dawn had to drag me to the theater. I just wanted to Slay and sleep. I wasn't living, I was existing." Xander said nothing even as Buffy held him.

"I know what that's like," Faith related, her own dark times coming into play. "And for the record, B... What you did with Spike, I've done plenty of times and for much longer than a day. Sometimes you just have to hit rock bottom before you can pull yourself back up."

"Can we please stop talking about this," Xander finally spoke, his voice tight and quick.

Buffy felt his hand stop massaging hers. She held him a little tighter, but could feel him gently pulling away from her. "Maybe we should talk about this, Xan?" Buffy wondered as she rested against him. "I can tell this obviously still bothers you a great deal."

"Bothers me? What? The fact that the girl I was falling in love with again died, returned from the grave, then instead of turning to her oldest friends, decided that Spike understood her better? That she let him get close to her? Then she fucked him all goddamn day and didn't tell anyone where she was. You had us all going out of our mind. Then we found you with him the next morning. We all walked in and your face is sweaty from having just finished fucking him again. No, that doesn’t bother me at all."

His tirade was bitter and hateful. Faith could see a flash of hurt come across Buffy's face. She looked away, having not heard Xander sound so angry in a very long time.

"What do you want me to say, Xander?" Buffy asked in a calm voice, now stroking the back of his head. "I won't apologize. You know that. We've gone over it many times. I made a mistake and I had to deal with the repercussions, one of which was losing you for a long time. That hurt me a great deal, but that wasn't the only thing that happened. Believe it or not, Spike truly fell in love me."

Xander could not lie there and listen to that. He quickly removed himself from Buffy's arms and scooted out from under her. He took a seat on the floor.

Buffy lay down on the bed, closing her eyes for a moment. Xander's silence was deafening. "In his own twisted way Spike loved me Xander, whether you like it or not. I used him. I used him because he was dead and that was the way I felt. Spike didn't deserve that."

Xander could feel his teeth grinding, his fist clenching at his side.
"Oh, please. Spike deserves to live the rest of his un-dead life inside of a Dust Buster."

Buffy sat up, ready to face this head on. "Do you want to know what happened the night we were together, Xander?" All he knew was that she and Spike got drunk, went back to his crypt and had sex. But he had never asked for the particulars.

Faith simply watched them play this one out. She turned the volume down on the TV.

Xander never turned around. "What in the world would make you think I would want to hear about the night you had sex with another vampire?"

In Buffy's mind sex and making love were two separate things, similar to killing in self-defense and killing for the ugly thrill. To her left, Faith fluffed a pillow underneath her head, eyes focused on the TV, but her ears focused solely on them.

Buffy leaned on her forearms. "Do you want to tell me about that night?"

Xander didn't reply.

Buffy decided to just let it all out, hoping he could come to understand the state of mind she was in at the time. "Me and Spike had been getting drunk together for about three weeks straight. My Slayer physiology doesn't allow me to suffer hangovers. I could get wasted and wake up the next morning feeling as good as new. That night in question was one in which I had a awful fight with Giles over my lackadaisical training. Couple that with me not being back in school and not feeling like I even deserved to live and you make for a powder keg waiting to go off. Spike and I patrolled, staked nine vamps, then hit a bar and got sloppy drunk. We picked up two bottles of whiskey and went back to his crypt."

Xander's face was set in stone. He didn't move a muscle or say a word.

"Then you guys got busy, right?" Faith asked, a little mean grin on her face.

Buffy didn't know if she wanted to hit it or kiss it off. "We started fooling around the second we got in the door. He went down on me right there on that dirty stone floor. I came without saying a word. When we finally made it over to the bed I got on all fours like an animal and begged him to make me feel dead. To hurt me. I wasn't calling out his name in passion or talking sexy. I told him to use me. Begged him for rough, hurtful sex. In my mind, I was just a person breathing with no idea why I was even alive. I screamed for him to make me feel dead. Make me cold. Hurt me."

Even Faith was taken aback at Buffy's admission. In her mind she thought Buffy and Spike just screwed each other’s brains out. She didn't know Buffy had ever had such self-hateful thoughts. Thoughts that she had herself entertained many times.

Buffy pressed on, hoping Xander understood what she was saying. "We had sex from 11:30 PM to 7:30 AM the day after next. We fucked and sucked and did everything we could think of. I even let him feed from me three times. Once, I actually asked him to turn me, but he refused."

Her story caused Xander to stop breathing. His heart ached at the mental torment she must have gone through the months after her return. His anger ebbed slowly, though still there. He ached to hold her, but needed to hear the rest of her story.

Buffy watched as his shoulders became less tensSpikSpike begged me to love him. He begged me to say it, but I couldn't. Not even one time. I let him use and abuse me and I did the same to him. I hit him and punched him and spit on him. I was deplorable. That's how I felt. Death and evil seemed to follow me wherever I went and when I finally found peace, my best friends stole that from me. Part of me did want to stay dead. And since I was too much of a coward to kill myself, I did the next best thing. I allowed Spike to take me into his world. I was soulless for a time. I wanted the cold and uncaring world of death. That's what he gave me. 's a's all he gave me. His crypt was as cold as his skin. The sheets were musky and the bed we were on was small. I remember clawing at his back, tearing at his skin. I left welts all over him. Bite marks. I left my humanity behind. I have never regretted anything more I have ever done in my life save Jenny Carpenter's death. What I did to myself and Spike was wrong."

He had to see her eyes. Slowly, Xander turned around, finding Buffy's head resting sideways on a pillow, her eyes focused on his. There was a sad, but mature look in the blue windows to her soul. She was and would remain defiant when it came to not apologizing. She was a grown woman, and could do whatever she wanted with her body. But she loved him dearly and she knew he was quite possessive of her. As great as his undying loyalty was to all those he loved, so great was his inability to forgive.

"Is there anything else you want to know?"

Xander reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, there is one thing."

"Name it?"

"Can you forgive an insecure boyfriend who loves you more than his own life?"

Buffy's heart resumed its normal beating rhythm along with his. She smiled, then turned to Faith. "I don't know. What do you think?"

Her razor sharp tongue wanted to lash out at their display. But an older, more reflective Faith replied, "Give'im a break, B. He's cool."

Now on his knees, Xander leaned down, his face right above Buffy's. "I think I understand better now what you were going through."

"That's all I was trying to explain. I was in a bad way. I just didn't know how to deal," Buffy told him in a soft voice. "But I love you. And
I don't ever want to lose you again."

"I feel the same way," Xander atedated the second before his lips found hers, engaging in a very emotional kiss. They held each other’s faces, moving together, savoring the feel of the other’s lips, the love between them reinforced.

Faith began clapping. "Cue the happy-ending music. I think I'm going to have a toothache."

"I think someone has kiss envy," Xander joked from the floor.

"Whatever."


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They all settled in for a while as the movie neared its end. Xander still sat on the floor with Buffy whispering in his ear every so often. Faith inched closer to Buffy.

As thunder exploded outside, Faith surprised Buffy by slowly trailing her fingers down her back, then smoothing out over her ass to the edge of her shirt, then down her inner thigh. "Why Ms. Summers, you're not wearing any panties."

"Just getting comfortable." Buffy looked into Xander's eyes and purred from the feel of Faith's touch. She watched his jaw clench, then felt herself warm up as Faith trailed her fingers back up her body, except this time lingering over her ass for a moment before moving up her back.

"Faith?"

"Yes." She scooted a little closer to her, now propped up on one elbow, staring down into Buffy's eyes. She could feel the air becoming energized between them. But true seduction was a slow process. It was not to be rushed.

"How much of my conversation with Xander did you really hear before you made yourself known?" Buffy asked, her breathing a little deeper now.

"I heard you tell him how bad you wanted to taste me." Faith answered, now resting against her Buffy's arm. The touch of skin-to-skin was electric even now.

"I never said that," Buffy explained with a smile. Her hand rose to
Faith’s face and traced her lips with the tip of her finger. Faith kissed her finger one time. "You are so beautiful."

Faith caught Xander's playful grin. "Your girl's flirting with me."

"She's just telling the truth," he replied, leaning closer to them. "You're incredibly sexy as well."

Faith arched her eyebrow. "I used to think about us, Xander." She didn't look at Buffy, effectively freezing her out. "I wondered after that last time we made love what would happen if we both remained single a little while longer. I was digging you more than I cared to admit."

His trademark sheepish grin came into play. "I thought about us, too."

Buffy felt no jealousy as she watched the former lovers speak of a past intimacy. "Why don't one of you tell me about that last time you were together. Both of you keep talking about it differently than the other times you were together."

Still on her stomach, Faith never let Xander's gaze get away. "You really want to know, B?"

Surprising her, Buffy slithered over Faith's body and stretched out on her back the same way she had Xander’s. Faith hissed when she felt a hand move her hair to the side of her neck, exposing the skin. When Buffy's lips made contact with her flesh, one soft kiss, she felt her body throb with need. And in Xander's eyes she found a tender desire for her, lustful, but loving in his own way.

"Tell me, Faith," Buffy kissed again on her neck, then ran her tongue along a path from one side to the other while stretching her body out over the other Slayer's. "Tell me in your words." Buffy then mouthed a silent "Love you" to Xander, which he returned.

Her bare legs were moving against Buffy's on the cool sheets, gliding against one another. The weight of Buffy on Faith's back felt erotic, but nothing compared to when Buffy reached under her shirt and grabbed her breasts in a firm grip, squeezing them. "That's nice..." Faith hummed, trying to remember how she lost control of this game so easily. "We were asleep in his bed at his apartment."

Having never touched a woman before, Buffy felt she must have been doing something right. She could feel Faith squirming underneath her as she squeezed her breast harder, then every so often pulled at her nipples with two fingers. Buffy pressed more kisses to Faith's neck while watching Xander, teasing him, turning him on.

Faith closed her eyes and surrendered to the feel of someone’s hands on her body other than her own. She'd never admit to either of them that she hadn't been with anyone since that last time with Xander. "We were sleeping with the covers over our heads. I don't know why," she explained in a tone of voice that betrayed her bad girl persona. "I was sleeping in his arms, Buffy. It felt so good."

"I know." Buffy began French kissing her neck, suckling the skin there, kissing every inch of her. Xander couldn't tear his eyes from the both of them if his life depended on it. The sight of his lover making love to his ex-lover's neck made him feel so hard he almost couldn't believe it.

Faith licked her lips, feeling her body become highly aroused from how slowly Buffy was seducing her. "Xander started kissing me on my neck the same...ahh...the same way you are now."

"Really?" Buffy teased in her ear, kissing her there again while squeezing her breasts.

"Fuck, you already know this story, don't you?" Faith surmised, then moaned as Buffy pinched her nipples hard, causing her to whine into her pillow. "You think you're slick."

Throwing caution to the wind, Buffy's right hand moved from her breast, quickly dove down inside of Faith's panties and cupped her pussy. "No, I think you're slick. Wet, to be precise."

Faith couldn't stop her hips from arching to meet Buffy's fingers as they ran up and down her pussy, never pushing in, just dancing along, torturing her. "You sure you've never been with a girl before?"

"You'll probably be my first."

"Another cherry for my collection." Faith aimed a smile right at Xander. Buffy's fingers began tracing small circles over Faith's clit as she began breathing heavy, moving her hips in rhythm with the way Buffy stroked her body. "Quit playing around, B."

"I want you t som something for me," Buffy whispered in her ear, then took the lobe in her mouth and began nibbling on it, laving it with her tongue. "I want you to kiss Xander the same way you did that night you made love to him. Just that same way."

The train was just about to fly off the tracks if Buffy kept toying with her. Still, Faith was game for anything. She looked up, greeting chocolate eyes. "You up for a trip down memory lane?"

"I'm always up for a road trip." Xander leaned over the edge of the bed and closed the space between them in a heartbeat. He traced the outline of her mouth with his tongue and deepened the kiss when her lips parted and her tongue met his. Aching and longing rushed through both of them as Buffy watched on, entranced by how at ease they were with this intimate act. Everything sped up and whirled around as Faith and Xander kissed deeply, recreating the heat that had always simmered between them since her return to Sunnydale. His hands laced behind her head, his fingers tangled in her long dark hair, his fingertips pressed hard on her skull. Kissing her over and over again, his mouth burning against hers. Just as he had that last night they made love, Xander ran his lips over her brow, her eyelids, her nose, the lines of her jaw. She felt soft in his care, as she had that night.

Faith broke away from him and pressed open-mouthed kisses along his eyelids, his forehead, down his cheek to his jaw. Tenderly biting his earlobe, she moved to the ridge of muscle in his neck that ran down to his shoulder and tried to memorize each move he made as her teeth grazed his skin.

Buffy watched as they gave her exactly what she asked for. They kissed like lovers. The slightest twinge of jealousy rose up, but she tapped it down quickly, her heart sure of its place even while the man who owned it kissed another woman in front of her. Buffy sat up a little to give them room. "Wow."

Xander had forgotten how good it felt to kiss Faith. Her tongue played with his a little while longer before they finally pulled apart. "Good as you remember it?" he asked her.

"We were always good together, boy-toy." Faith replied. She turned over onto her back, letting Buffy's hands fall free from her panties. She stared up at the Slayer, their eyes locking, both able to smell the other’s arousal, desire lurking just below the surface. "I want to see something, Buffy."

The blond Slayer now straddled Faith's thighs. "Name it."

"I want to see how you were kissing Xander when he was fucking you up against that door. I want to see how you look when you want to get fucked really hard."

Extending her hand, Buffy motioned for Xander to get on the bed. "You know how I like it." He moved alongside her.

"Lots of tongue. Very wet," Xander stated with complete knowledge, loving the dark, sexy look in Buffy's eyes.

Buffy lowered her gaze. "Taking notes, Faith?"

"Count on it, B."

Xander swooped in to assault Buffy, arousal sweeping through her as he plundered her mouth with hard, passionate kissing, his tongue battling with hers for control. His tongue was intrusive and demanding, and his teeth worried her lips gently. Buffy returned his kiss with equal vigor, feeling as if she'd devour him if she could. She'd eat him up alive and he wouldn't mind a bit. Xander sucked on her tongue and breathed in her breath, accepting her life and giving his. Hands guided faces as mouths sucked with aggression, so intense was their kiss. Buffy loved the feel of Xander's strong hands as they combed through her hair. She moaned into his mouth as they lustfully lapped at each other, slurping wet kisses with tongues thrusting.

Faith reached out and grabbed Xander's cock through his sweat pants, stroking him hard, but slow. She heard the growl her touch elicited as he kissed Buffy. "You two are so bad."

Buffy and Xander kept right on kissing while Faith stroked his cock.
Only the need for air broke the spell they were under. They stole a few more quick wet kisses before finally pulling away.

"I think," Xander began as he laid on his back, cock bulging in his sweatpants, "I want my turn next."

Buffy stared down at Faith, her lips kiss swollen, her face flushed, her dark hair splayed about the pillow, looking sexy as fuck. Faith looked up at Buffy, her nipples hardened underneath her shirt, the smell of her wet pussy driving her senses crazy, the fire in her eyes threatening to consume her at any moment.

Xander’s cock throbbed inside his sweats as he watched them. "Buffy?"

"Yes?" She never took her eyes off the Slayer.

"Do whatever you want to Faith."

Buffy sat perfectly still. The eye contact shared between her and Faith revealed their truth. Lust. Desire. Passion. Need. Longing. Now. "Turn the TV off, Xander."

Grabbing the remote, he quickly did her bidding, casting the room in dark blue shadows. Now only breathing and the storm that raged outside could be heard.

"What do you want to do to me, Buffy?" Faith challenged, her hands behind her head in a seductive pose. She could feel Buffy staring at her erect nipples straining through her shirt. Her entire body shuddered as she felt Buffy reach up underneath her and begin lifting her shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the floor.

"Did I do that?" Buffy asked as Faith's pert brown nipples seemed to harden immediately. Before she could reply, Buffy slowly pulled Faith’s panties off, revealing the bare treasure of her sex. Wet, puffy lips protruding ever so slightly, causing Buffy to groan from the sight and aroma. Faith's body seemed created by divine hands with the sole purpose of achieving perfection. From her long dark hair to her smoky eyes, pouty lips, soft breasts, toned, flat stomach, the supple curves of her hips, down her sexy legs, Buffy knew she wanted her in the worst way.

"You hungry, B?" Faith's hand skimmed down her cleavage and in-between her thighs. Now she was playing with her pussy, rubbing up and down while staring in Buffy's eyes.

Buffy grabbed Faith's ankles and hiked them up in the air, then slowly spread her legs are far apart as she could, revealing everything. "Why? You got something for me to eat?" She looked toward her love, enjoying the desire in his eyes. Licking her lips, she knew that Faith was watching her every move. "Sit up."

Faith complied without reply, rising slowly, her heart beating fast in her chest. Now face-to-face, lips parted, wanting and waiting, the two Slayers stared into each other’s eyes. They were so close they could feel each other’s breath.

"Take my shirt off," Buffy ordered. With her lips curled into the sexiest of smiles, Faith didn't hesitate and reached for the bottom of
Buffy's shirt, quickly lifting it over her head. Her gaze fell, noticing the light blonde curls surrounding Buffy's sex. The lips peaking out looked slick with juices and Faith's mouth watered. "Like what you see?"

Catching her off guard, Faith watched Buffy's eyes turn wild as she reached out and touched her pussy, loving the wetness she found there.
"You ready for this, B?"

Suddenly, Faith found herself being shoved back down on the bed, with
Buffy covered her naked body with her own. Faith's head was near the edge with some of her hair dangling over the side. Their bodies melded together, soft and wet, both feeling the others nipples against their skin. Buffy grabbed both of Faith hands, laced her fingers with her own and extended them above Faith's head. "The question is, are you?"

Faith smirked and opened her mouth to respond and that was when Buffy made her move, lunging forward to capture her lips in a fiery kiss. Buffy intended to devour her tonight, overwhelmed with impulses that had very little to do with gentleness and much more to do with sheer hunger. Faith was right there with her, her hands clasped around the base of her skull, her mouth ravenous against Buffy's.

Watching two absolutely gorgeous women kiss, moan, and writhe against one another would make the average guy as hard a granite. Xander was no different as he observed the escalation of passion between the two women. He could feel how bad they wanted each other. But this was a game and Buffy was making all the rules.

His time would come.

Their kiss was primitive, but effective, rendering both nearly out of control with lust. Buffy's hands cupped Faith's breasts and worked them roughly until she moaned into her mouth. Faith's mouth opened beneath Buffy's and her tongue glided into the Slayer's mouth. Buffy grunted in surprise, but wasted no time bringing her own tongue into play. Their lips were so soft against one another as their kiss turned into kisses, and went on and on, building in ferocity. Buffy's mouth got more and more urgent. They kissed deeply, hungrily, hands taking liberties. Faith grabbed Buffy's ass hard and squeezed, burning from the sound the blonde Slayer moaned into her mouth.

"Should I get another room?"

Breathless and with a thin, shiny string of saliva between them, Buffy and Faith released each other's tongues. "Patience, my love," Buffy told him in a husky voice. "You can play with us soon enough."

Faith tilted her head up just a little, somewhat breathless. "My pussy misses you Xander."

"I look forward to getting reacquainted with it," he replied with a grin.

Buffy bent down slightly, and kissed Faith's chest, her tongue rolling around her cleavage, her hands still squeezing her breasts. Then Faith pushed her own tit toward Buffy's face, and she gladly took it deep into her mouth, licking her tongue all around her pert nips, sucking each one in turn. Faith's head rolled back, her eyes half closed as she enjoyed the feeling of this beauty kissing her naked body.

Buffy and Faith scissored their legs so their pussies were rubbing each other's thighs. Buffy pulled hard, sucking Faith nipples, lashing them with her tongue. She sucked on one and then the other until they were hard and wet. Faith was moaning now from how good this felt. Buffy continued her assault on Faith's breasts. As she sucked on one, she rubbed the other one with the palm of her hand and would then roll the nipple between her fingers. She began to pinch Faith's nipples, loving the sound that causer tor to make. Buffy would suck on one and get it good and wet, then she would roll it and pinch it until Faith was jerking. Buffy would ease up on the pinching and just suck for a while.
Then she would roll and pinch again. She knew Faith was going to climax if she kept this up, so she moved farther down her body. Faith was now grasping at the sheets with her fists and her head was rocking from side-to-side as Buffy trailed down her body with her tongue, then began fucking her navel with it. She kneaded, kissed and sucked her luscious skin, then moved back up her body and sucked one nipple back into her mouth, tugging hard.

"Just like that... Goddamn, I love your mouth. Fuck, you're doing that so good." With her hand on the back of Buffy's head, she held the Slayer in place while she passionately nursed from her breast.

A grin formed on Xander's face as he watched Buffy. He recognized everything she was doing to drive Faith wild because that was what he always did to her. A rush of pride flowed through him as Buffy used all his techniques for pleasuring her on Faith. Buffy turned her head toward him for a moment while still holding Faith's nipple in her mouth. She winked, signaling that she knew what he was thinking.

Faith wrapped her legs around Buffy's thighs, arching her hips to rub her sex against her leg. She closed her eyes and Buffy began kissing her way down the center of her body again. "Bufffyy...please." she begged, lost in sensation. She wanted this so bad.

Buffy planted kisses all along her rib cage, then darted her tongue in
Faith's naval again, causing her body to convulse. Her kisses moved lower and lower until she was right above Faith's pussy. Deliberately she blew on Faith's clit, watching it slowly emerge from its hood. She looked up, but Faith's eyes were closed, her mouth parted, dying for Buffy to eat her, devour her and force the orgasms from her body in waves of screaming ecstasy.

"Sweetheart, come over here," Buffy called out as Xander moved next to her, both laying between Faith's legs just above her now glistening sex. "Lick her pussy one time for me."

Faith opened her eyes the second before she felt Xander's tongue take one long lick from her clit slowly down to her asshole and back up again. She cried out, not able to help herself.

"Kiss me," Buffy ordered. Xander leaned in as their lips met. Buffy sucked his tongue into her mouth, tasting Faith's essence. She sucked on him for a moment then released him. "Lick her again."

Xander slithered his tongue between Faith's wet nether lips, suckling one and then the other, repeating the action again and again until Faith began lifting her hips to meet his tongue. He began giving her long hard lashes up and down her slit, sucking on her lips, then her clit. Faith's ragged breaths did nothing but make him pleasure her even more. He loved how wet she was, loved the taste of her on his tongue.

"Xander?" Buffy spoke softly, caressing the back of his head.

He lifted his face, now damp with Faith's essence. "Yes, my dear?" Their eyes were filled with mischief and passion.

"I said to lick her, dear. You're sucking her pussy."

"But she tastes so good, sweetheart. I want you to taste her again," Xander explained as he leaned to kiss, transferring Faith essence by way of his tongue to Buffy's, who happily began sucking it into her mouth, slurping loud and without shame. With her eyes closed Buffy released Xander's tongue and began licking his lips, chin and cheek, tasting every drop of Faith she could find, using her sense of smell as her guide.

"God...oh god...ohhh," Faith whined softly when Buffy pushed Xander face down and he began licking her again, probing her wet folds with his tongue. Buffy grabbed his hair and lifted his face up from Faith's pussy and kissed him again, tasting Faith on his tongue, sucking his mouth, bathing in the decadence.

Faith watched them, swallowing deep. She tried to say something, but words failed her for the first time. Sex was something she dominated, then ended when she chose, all on her terms. But with these two, she felt a desire that was altogether different than any she’d had before.

As their kiss finally broke, Buffy talked in a throaty voice. "I love the way you tongue fuck me. I want to watch you tongue fuck her."

"Your wish is my command." Xander let out a growl as he hungrily began to eat Faith's pussy. She grabbed for his hair with her left hand and he heard her try to stifle a gasp. He took it as a good sign and went for it with everything her had, sucking on her clit relentlessly and kissing her opening like it was her mouth. Xander glanced up to see her right hand across her face, her lips parted, her eyes closed. She was whimpering. He stroked her thighs as he licked and sucked, closing his own eyes in ecstasy.

Buffy moved off the bed and went to the floor. She was on her knees leaning over Faith's face. Her cru crushed down onto the Slayer, kissing her ravenously upside down, their tongues writhing against each other. Buffy released her first, then reached for Faith’s breasts, pinching her nipples as Xander went down on her. "Do you like that? You like how his tongue feels on your pussy?"

Faith felt submissive, releasing all control. She'd never done that before and felt liberated because she trusted them both. "God, he eats my pussy so good. Uhhhnn.... love the way he eats me." Buffy kissed her again, swallowing every moan, every sigh that Xander's tongue caused.

Faith grunted and pushed at the back of Xander's head, trying to feel more, and he obliged by sticking his tongue up inside her as far as he could. As he started to move in and out, she began lifting her hips off the bed, giving him better access. Stabbing his tongue into her, Xander went as deep as he could, tasting her juices, becoming addicted to her flavor.

"Xander, you'd better lick it hard. Get me off with that tongue. God, that tongue. Uuuh! Uuuuuhhhh!!! Oh fucking Christ, Xander!"

Xander was so turned on, his ears were buzzing. He tensed up his tongue and started bobbing his head back and forth against her, his nose bumping her clit with every rhythsurgsurge of his face. Faith kissed Buffy passionately, then threw her hands down on the bed, grasping at the sheets and craning her neck. Buffy pulled one of her nipples into her mouth and started biting and sucking on it wildly.

"Feels soooo good, B. Fuuucckkk, feels so damn good." Faith held Buffy's head in place while she sucked and bit her nipples, pulling hard. Buffy released one, then covered Faith's mouth again with her own, thrusting her tongue inside. Faith held Buffy by the back of her head with one hand while holding Xander's head with the other as he sucked her pussy, her clit, her lips, every part of her he attacked with vigor. His tongue fucked inside of her like a small cock, relentless, and she just got wetter and wetter.

Faith's inner muscles pulsed around Xander's tongue as she felt her climax approaching.

"Stop."

Upon hearing Buffy's order, Faith looked up. "What the fuck are you doing?" She could barely get the words out.

Buffy laced another quick kiss on her lips. "I want Xander to fuck you from behind."

Her body hummed on the verge of orgasm, but she could hold off. Nothing felt as good as clenching around a hard cock when a woman came. Faith sat up quickly and pulled Buffy back onto the bed, then laid on top of her. "You wanna watch Xander hit it from the back?"

Buffy wrapped her arms around Faith's neck. "Just shut up and let him fuck you."

Xander quickly shed his clothes and draped his nude form over Faith's back, with Buffy now supporting both them both. "Sweetheart," he teased, kissing Faith's shoulder as he talked to Buffy. "Did you like the way she tasted?"

"Mmmmmm," was the only noise to escape Buffy's lips as Faith began kissing her neck softly. "She does taste good. Better than I had imagined."

Faith suckled at Buffy's neck, enjoying the way their nipples rubbed together and how hard Xander's cock was against her ass. When he licked her pussy and kissed Buffy she thought she was going to have a heart attack at how erotic they both looked as they feasted on her and each other between her legs. With her eyes closed, Faith nibbled the side of
Buffy's neck "When (kiss) do (suck) I (kiss) get (suck) the (kiss) chance (suck) to (kiss) taste (suck) you?"

"When I say so," Buffy sighed as Faith pleasured her.

Faith lifted her eyes to look at her. "You're dying for me to suck that wet little pussy of yours dry. Why don't you just let me and put us both out of our misery?"

Buffy gently held Faith's face in her hands. "I'll give it up when you beg for it."

Faith fired back. "I don't beg."

"Well I do," Xander interjected with a smile. "And right now Faith's perfect round ass is begging for some Xander loving. Now if you two ladies want to argue all night on who goes down on who first, fine. Just let me get some then I'll roll over on the other side of the bed and get some sleep."

Faith and Buffy began laughing as Faith pulled out of Buffy's arms and laid next to her, now sitting up on her elbows.

"Sweetheart, come here," Buffy said as Xander fell into her arms, her body molding around his like always. "Don't feel left out. We're going to take care of you," she whispered before kissing him. When she pulled away Faith moved in and kissed Xander, taking time to caress his lips. Then somehow all three were kissing at the same time, mouths slanting to allow probing tongues from all sides. Buffy, Faith, and Xander moved their faces as close as possible, tugging at one another’s lips in the most erotic kiss any of them had ever engaged in. Buffy stroked Xander's cock as they kissed, then a second later, Faith's hand joined hers. Breathless moans and soft whines filled the air as they kissed, wet and so very hot. Buffy actually felt Xander and Faith's tongues in her mouth at the same time. All were delirious with lust as they finally parted.

"Better?" Buffy asked her boyfriend. Faith laid her head on her shoulder.

"Much," Xander replied. He reached out his hand to Faith who took it. He guided her back on top of Buffy, who she immediately engaged in a lustful kiss. His hands squeezed and ran all over Faith's ass, loving her supple curves.

"Fuck me, Xander," Faith ordered while kissing Buffy. "Do it hard or I won't let you do it again."

The sounds of Buffy and Faith kissing frantically only made Xander's cock harder than it already was. Before entering Faith, he slowly rubbed his shaft along her moist slit, and she melted at the sensation as he hit her clitoris with the head. She moaned, and tilted her pelvis farther backwards, raising her ass further into the air, blatantly displaying her soft, wet, swollen folds for him to view. There was just something about this particular position that made her feel deliciously depraved, and close to downright animalistic.

Faith exhaled into Buffy's mouth as Xander slid deeper inside of her. Buffy kissed her over and over as her eyes closed from the pleasure of feeling Xander slowly push himself forward. Faith’s arousal had risen to the point that she was now acting purely on sexual instinct. All she could comprehend was her body’s increasing demand to be simply fucked into the ground. She felt that delicious stretch; the head of her lover’s erection was pushing her flesh aside like thick foliage in a lush primeval forest.

Xander was on his knees, his hands gripping her hips, eyes squeezed shut, and a look of almost painful ecstasy had settled on his features. He was beautiful to behold, the muscles of his chest and stomach defined in magnificent contrast on his skin. Faith could actually sense him, feel him, every inch, every vein, every ridge, and she began to fear that she was in danger of keeling over when he twitched inside her, his erection increasing impossibly in girth. His cock seemed to simply throb in the sheath she provided for it, as if expressing its joy at finally being inside of her again.

"Is it good, Faith?" Buffy asked beneath her. "Do you like the way my cock feels inside you?"

Faith smiled down at her, lips still parted as Xander began fucking her. "Your cock?"

"Mine. Always," Buffy replied as her hands skimmed Faith's lower back.

Faith’s brain, seemingly incapacitated, released control to her body, which eagerly seized at the opportunity to gratify itself. Her pussy clenched at Xander's cock like a strong, slippery fist, gripping him in a sort of coital handshake. He grunted, sounding as if he had been punched in the gut, and his hips shot forward, pushing her weight onto Buffy. She felt the tip of his cock straining against her cervix as he sought to drive himself deeper. She rocked backwards, sending her full weight back against him, further adding to her impalement on the spear of his manhood.

Finally, Xander began to withdraw, holding her hips in place, until she started to fear his leaving her body entirely. But when only his tip was still tightly imbedded, he paused for a moment, the calm before the storm. Then he pistoned his hips against her, releasing a guttural grunt as he drove his full length back down her sex. He stopped only when he had to, when her ass was flush with his pelvis, and there was no more room to move. He waited once more, and she felt the twitching, pulsing movement again deep inside her, as he flexed himself. Then again he pulled back, beginning the cycle anew.

Faith whined softly in the hollow of Buffy's neck. "Welcome back."

Xander draped himself over her, now kissing her neck. "I forgot how good you feel."

Buffy threw her head back and gasped as Faith took her nipple into her mouth and began sucking softly, pulling ever so gently. "Just like that, Faith. Suck a little harder. God, just like that."

Faith paused for a moment, Buffy's nipple still safe in her warm wet mouth. She focused on the sensations of Xander’s torturously slow and pounding pace, shuddering with the impact of each violent thrust as he crashed repeatedly into her body. Her gaze flicked back to his face periodically, finding the eyes blazing back at her exceedingly erotic.
He was releasing the most delicious little sounds, grunts and moans, sharp exhalations and occasionally a panted, “Fai…oh…”

Rocking backward while still sucking Buffy's nipple, Faith clenched hard around him. Xander slapped her ass in response, then fucked her faster, slamming his cock inside of her with force. Long strokes were forgotten, now only short, fast thrusts were used to push Faith closer to the edge. Her fluttering, clenching internal muscles milked Xander's cock furiously, and in an instinctual response his pace increased tenfold, until he was pounding into her brutally. Then, at the apex of a particularly powerful stroke, he reared up behind her, arching his back and throwing his head back.

Buffy could tell he was close just by the sound of his voice. "Pull out, Xander."

Draped over Faith, his eyes found Buffy's. The baby sweet grin on her face told him more pleasure was soon to be had. He gently pulled out, much to Faith displeasure.

"That was the second time I was about to c...." she didn't finish, because Buffy's tongue invaded her mouth. Though she remained slightly annoyed, the passion of Buffy's kiss made her forget what she was mad about.

Buffy had to drag Faith's lips away from hers. "Sweetheart, lay on your back."

He stretched out in the center of the two queen-sized beds stuck together, his achingly stiff cock shiny with Faith's essence.

Buffy rolled Faith over and climbed off of her. She turned around and crawled toward Xander, giving Faith a perfect view of her naked ass and wet pussy. When she reached her boyfriend she turned sideways, bent down over his lap, and began slowly licking up and down his cock. Her tongue took long strokes on his shaft, thoroughly cleaning him. She tasted Faith all over him as she licked and kissed the head of his cock, teasing both him and Faith. She proceeded to clean Xander of Faith's juices, her slow, methodical movements only adding to his pleasure.

Not to be toyed with, Faith crawled over toward Xander, now on the other side of his lap. She leaned in real close, watching Buffy give his cock a tongue bath. "You're pretty good."

Buffy kissed the head of Xander's cock three more times, then lifted up, cupped Faith's face and pulled her in for a kiss right over his cock. Thenguengue-wrestled for a few seconds before Faith pushed Buffy away. "I said you're good, not great. Let me show you how to please your man."

Xander's mind had shut down a long time ago as his greatest fantasy, having both Slayers at the same time came true right before his eyes. He couldn't think of one thing to say. He nearly jerked off the bed when Faith grabbed the base of his cock and held him in a tight grip.

"Watch closely, Buff. This is how it's done." Faith looked up at Xander, her eyes meeting his. "I must warn you. You may need medical attention when this is over with."

Buffy moved up the bed, now resting her head next to Xander's on his shoulder. "My sweetheart will be just fine."

"You two are going to kill me," Xander said before sharing a kiss with
Buffy.

"But what a way to go," Faith teased with a wink. "There are three different types of blow jobs a woman can give a man." Buffy and Xander listened intently. "The first is the sweet and slow kind. I call it a 'sugar job'." She lowered her lips over Xander cock and began sucking the head while softly lapping the side with her tongue. For one minute she slowly sucked Xander's cock, taking a little more each time, never taking all of him. She released him with an exaggerated *pop*. Xander had his eyes closed while Buffy kissed his forehead. "The second kind of blowjob is called the 'handsome'." Faith gripped his cock again and began a fast counter-clockwise twist as she began sucking hard on just the head, lashing at it with her tongue. She held him in a firm grasp and rotated her hand as she sucked the head hard and fast. After about twenty seconds, at the end of which Xander began convulsing, she stopped. "Now the third kind of blow job is the one that is so nasty you can't even look someone in the eyes the next day after you've done it. It's the kind that will make you not want to see your friends or talk to your mother in person. It's called the 'whore’s blowjob'. I'm talking bout a nasty, dirty, on your knees in an dark alley behind a bar for ten dollars kind of blowjob. The kind that turns men inside out. That's what I'm about to do to you, Xander."

He sat back, stroking Buffy's hair as she lay next to him. "And they say nice guys finish last. Ha, I say. Ha."

Faith gave him then finger for his quip. She held his cock straight up, then brought her lips down around it, sucking him in inch by inch, down further, until he hit the back of her throat. She vaguely heard Xander cry out, but paid him no mind as she began using her throat muscles to suck on his entire cock at the same time, bathing him in the wetness of her tongue and the heat of her mouth.

The vacuum seal she formed around him seemed to add intensely to the pleasure he felt. For the next 120 seconds Faith held her breath as Xander traveled in and out of blowjob heaven. She held him still, giving him the oral cock massage of a lifetime.

120 seconds of pure bliss.

"FUCCCKK!!" Xander shouted as the sensations rushed through him. His cock bent awkwardly down the curve of her throat. He could see the bulge of the cock head in her throat going down the soft curve of her neck in her windpipe. The resulting slick friction of her ribbed throat muscles tightly gripping his saliva-lubricated cock head was the source of the incredible pleasure he felt, as Faith raised and lowered her head up and down the length of his stiffening cock.

Buffy's enhanced hearing listened to the smooth soft thumping sounds deep in Faith's lungs as she sucked harder and harder. Then Faith quickly pulled her lips up and off his cock, took three deep breaths, and swallowed him again, but this time she appeared not to be sucking anymore but tenderly "gulping" on his penis. Having mastered the art of suppressing the gag reflex, she knew she could drive Xander crazy. She began sucking again with a rhythm on his penis while it was deep in her throat. She stimulated him with such intense pleasure that he could barely breathe. As the throbbing pulses of her swallowing reflexes made his head toss to and fro in intensifying pleasure, Xander came hard, shooting six long spurts of cum down Faith's throat, his body arching off the bed as if he were dying. He tried to scream but Buffy placed her hand over his mouth, stifling his voice. His body shuddered hard as
Faith kept sucking, swallowing it all.

She held on, feeling his cock soften in her mouth. Releasing him, she laid on her back next to his thigh. "That's how it's done."

Buffy clapped as she held a still shivering Xander in her arms. "I concede." Her fingers combed through Xander hair as he tried to catch his breath. Buffy looked down at him, his face now flushed, chest heaving, looking so sexy and vulnerable to her. She kissed his forehead one last time, then moved down his body and engulfed his still sensitive cock in her mouth.

"Buffffyy," he cried out in pain as she began a hard, fast rhythm designed to get him hard again. He jerked off the bed no less than three times in pain. His cock was still so sensitive, but her mouth was so hot and wet. It wasn't long before the pleasure returned.

Faith looked on with a smile, her hands now running up and down Buffy's back, squeezing her ass, massaging her sex using small circles, pinching her clit. She loved it when Buffy moved her hips in time with her hand. Looking up again, she noticed that Xander was breathing heavy, his cock hard once more.

Feeling his full erection had returned, Buffy sat up. "I want her to ride you, Xan. I want to look at her pussy while your cock disappears inside of her. Is that okay with you?"

Xander licked his lips. "Of course. You always want the best things," he joked.

"Then can I have you?" Faith asked as she leaned over into Buffy's face.

"What is it exactly that you want?"

"I want some pussy. Specifically yours, in my mouth. Preferably cumming," Faith growled as she took Buffy's lips in another passionate kiss.

"Beg for it," Buffy growled around Faith's tongue. "Beg for me."

"You'll be the one begging by the time I'm done with you," Faith challenged right in her face. Then her eyes turned back to Xander. "We don't have to do what she says, you know." Faith threw her leg over his waist now so that one knee was on either side of him. She leaned on her hands over him, her breasts dangling down almost to his chest. She brought her face close to his ear. "How do you want to get fucked tonight, X-Man?"

"Hey," Buffy whispered as she moved behind Faith. "I want you to ride him." She began licking the sweat off of Faith's neck while stroking Xander's cock.

"You're being a brat, Buffy," Faith teased as she tilted her head to allow her more access. When Xander's strong hands came to rest on her hips she moaned, loving the heated expression on his face. "Choose your poison," she asked him as Buffy began stroking her breast. "You want to bend me over. I could go for another round of doggy style." She saw Xander's eyes widen. Buffy continued kissing her neck. "How about we go out into the hallway and you fuck me up against the wall? I'd scream so loud everyone in this joint would wake up." Despite how good Buffy was making her feel, Faith purposely shut her out. She lowered her hips so that the head of Xander's cock was just touching her moist center. She moved so that he was rubbing lightly against her. Her lips moved on his ear when she spoke. "Would you like to cum all over my face?" That was a dirty depraved fantasy every man held, but few ever expressed. "Or do you wanna just slide your cock in my tight little pussy and let me bounce on it for a while? You know how good my up and down is."

Faith bent over him, speaking directly into his ear. He turned his head and claimed her lips, kissing her furiously. "Take me for a ride, Faith. Steer me around those curves again. Show me how bad you really are."

Faith sat back with this unbearably sexy smile on her face. Her hair was tousled. Her hands stroked his chest, nails lightly dancing over his ribs. He dropped his hands to her waist and she took one and brought it to her lips, kissing his knuckles. She turned it over and kissed his palm, his wrist. Then she took his thumb, put it in her mouth and took a long, slow suck. Her eyes met his, her cheeks hollowed out on his thumb.

"Faith, you're lethal," he laughed.

"And don't you ever forget it," she replied.

"Remember me guys?" Buffy asked, still behind Faith, resting her chin on the other Slayer’s shoulder with her arms wrapped around the dark-haired girl. All three were covered in sweat and the aroma of raw sex was strong throughout the entire room.

"Stop interfering. You're just in the way." Faith leaned back, reached out and cupped the back of Buffy's head, bringing their lips together in a smoldering kiss. Xander felt his cock throb as he watched them, relishing their lust. Faith reached down and grabbed his cock, holding it steady. She lifted up a little, never breaking her kiss with Buffy, and guided him slowly inside of her. "Yeah.... yeah...fucckkk."
Faith sank down farther, one little bit at a time until finally he was surrounded completely by her glorious softness.

"Faith...damn..." Xander sighed, closing his eyes. She was so tight around him and so warm and wet. Xander grabbed her ass, palming it with a firm grip. She felt so snug around him that he almost could cry from the sensation alone.

"We are so good together, Xan" Faith kissed against Buffy's lips. She started to move on him, lifting her hips up and then pushing them back onto him until he was b