That no good, vampire ho-sucking rat bastard, Buffy sniffled into her glass. She had the most tragic taste in men. ‘Bleeding’ tragic, Spike said, which she just knew was British-speak for Buffy’s-a-dummy-that-picks-the-very-worst-guy-for-her. It was just typical. She’d given everything she had to Riley, and he’d twisted up her heart and threw it back in her face. How could he let that vapid whore suck on his neck? Small blessing that she’d discovered him before the viper had managed to locate the Twinkie in his pocket, but right now, with a belly full of rum, minus the soda because she so could be bad, Buffy was counting every blessing she could.
“Whatever!” Buffy bellowed, slapping her palm down on the bar top and then bursting into drunken giggles. “I’m shnoookered,” she slurred, slipping to the side of her chair before deciding she’d better get home while she could still see the way. “Ssh…s’not like he efen could findsh my shweet spot. Jerk.” She pouted miserably and stumbled from the stool, cracking her knee on the greasy-looking floor. It didn’t even hurt, thanks to the medicinal numbing of the booze in her system.
With a distracted wave to the barman and a kiss for providing her with much needed refreshments—despite her age—Buffy slung her bag over her shoulder and utilised her blurred vision to make it to the exit.
The walk home from the bar wasn’t far. Buffy had been visiting there ever since she’d learned how to use cosmetics to make herself look a little older. And since her step-brother, Spike, started working there. She’d quickly gotten to know the staff, and for some reason they regularly turned a blind eye to the fact that she was only almost seventeen, though usually they’d only pressed one glass into her hand a visit.
Tonight she was almost ready to declare herself Tony’s—the bartender’s—bitch. God, she’d needed sweet oblivion after her night. Anything to forget the ass Riley had made of her. Well, he could go and boink whoever he wanted. She was so never giving it to him now, the lying, cheating doodie head.
Buffy saw her front door and collapsed against it in sweet relief. God, she felt so dirty. A shower was exactly what she needed. It took a few tries before she could fit the key into the hole, and she was totally ignoring the deep gouge in the wood around it she’d made when the key slid violently to the side rather than doing the normal thing and unlocking the door.
She heard the sound of voices in the back of the house as soon as she finally clicked the door closed. Nice and quiet, because she’d forgotten her mom and Giles had gone away for the weekend. Rolling her eyes, Buffy tripped forward and moved to the stairs. Water, towel, and a nice long cool drink of water. Dropping her bag on the stairs, she set to climbing them while trying to co-ordinate the unbuttoning of her top. Her heels seemed to continually snag at the carpet, so in an impatient move she sat on a stair and struggled to get the black stilettos off, tossing first one and then the other down into the landing till they bounced against the door.
Nodding her approval, Buffy fumbled the rest of her way up the stairs and whirled around her room, throwing her clothing all over the place as she stripped for a shower. Her head was buzzing as the water beat down on her and it took a full minute before she realised she should wash. Depositing a handful of gel into her hand, she started to smear it over her body. Arms and shoulders first, Buffy then unconsciously massaged her breasts, the hardened tips of her nipples startling her and changing her focus. Everything looked fuzzy so she closed her eyes and leaned back against the cool tile, allowing her hands to cup her breasts and squeezing the tight buds. A moan slipped past her lips and Buffy tracked the tingling progression to the apex between her legs. It was so typical of Riley to fuck everything up the night she’d planned on giving him her body. He’d only begged her for months and then when she was about to give in, she had to catch him letting some raven-haired slut getting hot and heavy with his neck.
The tears that finally fell and merged with the spray weren’t for Riley. No way was she going to cry over losing him. Thoughts of Riley did nothing for her libido, though, and Buffy sighed as she abandoned her arousing activity and switched off the water.
Her legs were more than a little wobbly as she towelled herself dry, and so she rejected the concentration needed to use a hair-dryer and left her hair to hang in damp strands down her back. Her skin was warm still and Buffy felt too clumsy to really make any effort with getting dressed again, figuring she was on a fast track to bedsville so she could do her grievy thing at being boyfriendless on a Friday night. She was super thirsty though.
Donning her fluffy white robe, Buffy slowly made her way back out her bedroom and downstairs to the kitchen. Spike was obviously entertaining; she could easily identify the voices of his friends Xander and Angel as she passed the den. The blaring of the television let her know it was movie night, and the idea of spending what remained of her night with Spike and his friends as opposed to howling into her pillow had far more potential.
Buffy sniffled, filling a glass of water and draining it. The smooth relaxing effect of the alcohol in her system hadn’t dimmed even a little with the purity of the water and Buffy tipped her head back, eyes closed and contemplated her life.
Plain and simple, it sucked.
The door to the den and the intermittent shouting and laughter coming from inside bolstered Buffy’s flagging courage and she pushed on the door. It swung in with a squeak and Buffy giggled as the boys all jumped to their feet, shielding the screen as someone scrabbled for the remote. The screen went dark just as Buffy drunkenly skipped into the room.
“Whatsha doin’?” she asked, narrowing her eyes and peering intently at first one and then the next of the boys. She could pick out Spike immediately; his hair was a neon sign that she’d locate in a sea of people without barely even trying. But she had to get the angle right to work out which one was Angel and which one was Xander. Finally working it out, she rushed forward and gave each an enthusiastic hug before pushing them clumsily back on the sofa. She lost her balance with the last, and tumbled forward into their laps.
Oh well, she thought. She’d intended to take a load off anyway, and she was feeling kind of sleepy. Buffy stretched out over three laps, not giving a thought to how she was dressed or whether the guys wanted her there. They’d fallen into stunned silence as Buffy rested her head on the arm on the sofa and then wriggled around until she was completely comfy. She missed the panicked look they exchanged while she spied the abandoned remote and reached to the floor to pluck it from beside Spike’s feet.
With an overly loud ‘click,’ living colour was restored. It took Buffy a few seconds for her eyes to adjust and another thirty for her to process what it was she was seeing, and then she released her breath with an embarrassed gasp.
Spike seemed to finally wake up out of his daze and attempted to take the remote out of Buffy’s hand. She clung to it, moving it out of his reach so that his chest brushed against her cheek as he leaned forward for it.
“No,” she protested, batting his hand away while she watched. “I’m’s totally okay with this. Les’s just watch.”
There were two encouraging grunts and enthusiastic nodding as Xander and Angel shifted into a more comfortable position. Buffy felt a hand holding her leg and the first prickle of awareness shot through her. Another hand settled on her hip and then Spike, with a resigned sigh, let his hand drop back to her shoulder. She’d entered the room expecting to have some innocent movie night, instead, she was embarrassingly aware that she wore nothing under her short robe and that she had the hands of three different, sexy, and undoubtedly horny guys on her body.
The movie continued on whether the viewers were ready for it to or not. Loud moaning emitted from the set and Buffy felt her cheeks flame red. But it was impossible to turn away. Impossible to do anything but watch as a busty blonde filled the screen and two men began to strip her slowly, taking time to use their fingers and mouths to arouse her to a slick wetness.
She didn’t notice at first when Angel gently began to massage her calf. He grew more distracted and started slowly stroking down to her foot, separating her smooth toes and then running his hand back up to her knee. It was an unconscious movement, Buffy was sure, but it wasn’t doing anything to keep her in the safety zone.
There was no stopping her mouth from dropping open when one of the porn guys pushed Miss. Tit’s legs apart and began to ravish her pussy. Buffy clenched her legs against the sudden pulsing ache that attacked her own and gulped hard.
“So, er, Buffster. You ever tried that?” Xander cleared his throat loudly, embarrassed, then started to squeeze her hip rhythmically. Buffy’s heart thumped in rapidly in response and she felt her whole body burst into awareness.
“N-no,” she admitted with a squeak, and almost groaned as Spike’s fingers began to tangle in her hair.
Silence again, but it seemed appropriate along with the heightened expectation in the room. Rubbing his hand back and forth on her hip, Buffy could feel the loosening of her belt and had a spot of panic about what to do. She was distracted from that when simultaneously, Angel’s hand brushed up her thigh and fell back to rub at her knees while Spike started stroking her neck. Desire rushed to her head and Buffy felt incapable of deciding any course of evasive action, rather letting her body give in and making subtle movements to maximise the pleasure. Her knees fell apart as she drew one leg fractionally back, just baring enough of her inner thigh to give Angel a bit more flesh to explore, and her head dropped back more against Spike.
Buffy glanced back at the screen and gasped as an exceptionally well-endowed man was introducing his cock to the actress’s mouth.
“What about that?” asked Angel, his voice cracking with repressed lust as his eyes remained trained urgently on the screen. “You ever sucked cock before?”
Okay, now she was leaking. Buffy shook her head ‘no,’ her lips trembling as the move accidentally dislodged Spike’s gentle fingers and pushed them a little down the front of her robe.
“N-no,” she stuttered again. At almost seventeen, various boyfriends had tried to impress upon her the duties of all good girlfriends to become an exceptional and generous cocksucker, but it had been one thing Buffy hadn’t felt in any rush to try. Seeing the example in front of her went further in inspiring her than any desperate pleading on the behalf of either Parker or Riley, and now she was infinitely glad she’d passed. “I have t-touched one, though. Does that count?”
Apparently it did because Buffy was suddenly the pin cushion for three very hard pokes in her body.
Spike was brushing his fingers along the top of her pillowy breasts and Buffy wanted so much for him to risk going lower. Sure, she’d been lusting after him since she’d realised he was a boy and she had places that boys were interested in, but other than wearing the odd revealing top, she’d never attempted to do anything that would be difficult to explain to their parents. Right this minute, she didn’t care if he felt her up and her mother walked in on it. The need to have him touch her, to show her how it felt to be the recipient of these enticing examples of sex, was enough to make her forget everything she’d clung to for the past four years of having him live in her home. There was nothing right now but her need to feel and his hard, sexy body within reach.
She hadn’t forgotten Xander’s obsessive rubbing of her hip, but when his warm fingers found the skin of her belly, she whimpered. He staked out a circle around her belly button, tight at first but widening slowly until he was brushing the top of her bush. Buffy couldn’t help but stretch out her length, arching up into Spike’s hand and sucking in a huge lungful of air as a part of his palm scraped the edge of her nipple. Eyes darkened with inebriation and lust, Buffy reached up an arm and let her fingers sift through Spike’s curls. Her robe gaped open further and her body flushed with pinpricks of heat.
A distracted glance back to the movie and Buffy saw the blonde being pounded, the cock pistoning in and out of her glistening with juices her body had produced. Buffy felt the wetness between her legs and understood that she needed to be kissed and touched soon, more than this tormenting suggestion of it, or she was going to scream.
“You know,” she began, her voice husky and fighting shutting down completely in horror that she was about to suggest such things. “I’ve wondered what it would be like to have a guy lick my bellybutton.”
Xander pulled her robe back until the sash was the only thing marring her flesh, her entire lower half naked and a breast peaking out at the top. He dipped a finger in and slowly moved it back and forth over the indent, turning her on so that the fluids began to gush from her pussy.
Angel’s hand was getting closer as it brushed back and forth up her thigh and Buffy parted her legs a little more. She could feel Spike’s breath puff against her face and she opened her eyes in time to see his know-it-all smirk. He dipped down and barely tasted her lips, his hot breath against her mouth as his tongue swept over the plush bottom lip.
“Why don’t you let Angel do that for you, pet? If ever there was a bloke who was made for licking out bellybuttons, it’s the poof.”
Angel growled in irritation and it shot straight through her. Buffy nodded dumbly, then nearly jerked upright as Angel shifted and fell to his knees on the floor, his hand caressing her hip as his tongue darted out to prod and poke at her belly indent.
It was driving her crazy that she wasn’t being touched in the most receptive places. It felt like a swarm of bees were left to buzz angrily at strategic parts of her body and the tension was slowly driving her crazy. She couldn’t take it anymore, nowhere near satisfied by that whisp of a kiss Spike had bestowed earlier. Tightening her fingers in his bleached locks, Buffy yanked his head down and mashed his lips against hers. She had no idea what it was she’d been expecting, but whatever it was, the reality far surpassed it. It was the final hurdle, the invitation needed for his hand to finally slip completely over her breast, reverently cupping the plump mound.
Remotely, Buffy processed the final release of her belt and the robe was sensually dragged from her body. Spike flicked his tongue into her mouth, lifting her up a little to pull her arms from the confining clothing and then it hit the floor, every single inch of skin sensitised. Eyes closed, Buffy surrendered her body to sensation, moaning into his delicious mouth as a hand finally cupped her swollen breast, nimble fingers pinching and plucking nipples eager for contact.
She could feel Angel licking around her bellybutton and then a soft brush of fingers trailing up the inside of her thigh. She didn’t think, turning fractionally to angle herself deeper into the kiss and letting her legs fall open.
“Score!” exclaimed Xander and then there was fire licking up her thighs as a shift beneath her left her fully on the couch with just her top half cradled against Spike’s chest. A second tongue was introduced to her body and Buffy abstractly placed Xander beside Angel, but turned so that he had a clear view of her pussy. Loud moaning from the TV did nothing but stir Buffy’s desire further, and she began to whimper as a warm, wet tongue licked up the inside of her thigh and hesitant fingers brushed her tightly cropped pubic hair. Angel abandoned her belly and she could feel him nibbling his way up her ribs and slowly to her remaining and neglected breast.
He sucked a nipple into his mouth and began scraping it with his teeth the same instant that Xand ran his flat tongue up her slit, starting with a little tickle at her anus and finishing with tight suction around her clit. Buffy bucked up hard and mewled against Spike’s hungry mouth. He tore away from her, his eyes darkened to indigo and stared intently at her, his nostrils flaring as he tried to control his more primitive urges.
Fear had deserted her as soon as he set those beautiful eyes on her. Buffy wanted him more than ever, and if this was the way she was going to get him, she’d thank her lucky stars later. A glint of mischief sparkled in her eyes, and even though it felt like swimming against the tide to move into a kneeling position, it was worth it to gain the access to the zipper of his jeans. Not that the guys were giving up on her. Xander quickly positioned himself beneath her, his tongue darting out to rub slow circles around her clit as he introduced a finger to her tight hole. Buffy felt him slip in and cried out sharply as he prodded further and hit something interesting.
She knew Spike went commando. Doing laundry often revealed secrets of the house—some she’d rather not know—but the absence of underwear had given Buffy a clear enough picture to fuel her imagination. He lifted his hips as Buffy yanked down his jeans, her gaze mesmerised by the throbbing cream cock that slapped against his abdomen as soon as it was released. She couldn’t help the grin that tugged at her lips, or the reverent caress up his length. Off to the side she could see Angel just standing and watching, waiting to see if she’d go ahead with what she’d started so he could settle in somewhere and continue his own exploration.
“Do it, Buff,” he encouraged, his expression sloe-eyed with lust. “Just wrap your glossy pink lips around the head of his cock and suck. Spike’d love that, wouldn’t you, Spike?”
The familiar smirk was there, over-confident of his sexuality, but Buffy could still pick up the small beads of sweat on his top lip as he waited for her decision. Her pussy was burning and she couldn’t control the roll of her hips as she worked Xander against her clit, couldn’t control the tensing of her inner muscles around the second finger that had now joined the first. She felt breathless waiting to see where Angel would attack her next, but first she had to see about tasting Spike’s cock. Her head cleared a little of the alcohol she’d consumed earlier, but at this point she was glad for the consumption that had allowed her to walk into this situation. What better revenge for Riley’s deceptions?
Capturing Spike’s eyes with hers, Buffy made him watch her as she blindly took a handful of his cock and lowered her lips to the tip. Her tongue flicked out and she tested the slit, getting bolder when his taste didn’t repulse her. Taking Angel’s advice, Buffy opened her mouth and let her lips surround his spongy head, loving the texture against her tongue as she sucked and licked him. His head dropped back with a groan and a hand reached up to tangle in her still damp locks. The end of her tongue felt the length out of her reach on the underside of his cock and an impulse stronger than anything she’d ever known propelled her to slide his cock deeper into the recesses of her mouth, one hand braced on his thigh as the base came closer to her nose.
The urge to gag almost had her give up and draw back, but determination had her press on, ignoring the discomfort for the pleasure of having Spike fill her. She opened her eyes and watched the actress on the screen deep throating the prick shoved in her face and determined to have that same look of bliss at the experience. He bulged against her throat muscles and Buffy moaned, right at the moment she felt a tongue circle her only remaining hole and poking inside the straining tightness. It switched everything up several hundred degrees and Buffy grabbed Spike’s hand that wasn’t tugging at her hair and placed it on one of her breasts. He randomly switched back and forth, twisting and pulling her tight nipples while she started an intense rhythm of dragging her mouth up his cock and then sinking to the root again. Faster and faster until Spike yanked her head back in a jarring motion, his cock following and straining in space as he panted and moaned against coming.
Not caring that his friends were even in the room or had a vested interest in her body at the current time, Spike hauled her up so that her breasts were crushed against his black tee and his mouth on her lips. Buffy crawled up his body so that her squelching wet pussy coated his cock and rubbed her clit against the hard plain of his length. Her fingers curled into the hem of his shirt, and in one brutally violent move, she’d torn it over his head and tossed it behind her, her hips swivelling around him till they were both gasping and desperate.
His hands found her ass, grasping and squeezing as his hips jerked up and looked for something to quench the fire in his cock.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he told her, his voice rough as his fingers drew a line from her collarbone, over the tip of one breast and down till he wiggled it against her hungry clit.
Buffy was so hyper aware that she could feel a climax building out of control, could feel a scream taking hold of her throat. The words no longer mattered. Nor did being sixteen and a virgin. She’d never wanted anything more than to have Spike slide his long cock into her pussy and let her ride him till his friends went cross-eyed.
“Not if I fuck you first,” she replied huskily and then raised herself up, letting the smoothness of him roll against her clit until she was high enough for him to slot into her clenching hole. His hand around the girth, Spike steadied her over him and tentatively separated her puffy lips, resting shallowly while Buffy keened low in his ear. His free hand palmed her hip, and Spike took several deep breaths to regain some measure of control.
He pushed in a little deeper, hissing at the tightness of her as she swallowed him up. He was so swollen with blood he was afraid he was going to burst, never before having experienced this all-encompassing sensation while fucking someone. Buffy was different. He’d lived in her house since she was twelve, watched as everything about her changed and she’d suddenly turned into a sex kitten. His lust object that he’d found himself comparing every girl he met to. Now he was about to know the true standard and he found himself shuddering with the need to be spectacular for her—needing to show her how much he would surpass any other bloke she might have a yen to allow between her silky thighs.
Her resistance was giving way, little by little, and Spike lost all patience. “Hang on, little girl. Might sting a bit.” And then he pulled her hard down in his lap, swallowing her cry of pain in a blisteringly hot kiss as he found himself buried to the hilt inside her. She seared his cock with her hot juices, massaged him like she’d been used to having him in the deepest recesses of her body for years. He held her shaking body in his arms, waiting until the tears faded in her eyes and she could look at him clearly. He throbbed between her pussy walls, but for one startling moment, all he could do was look at the glistening emerald of her eyes in awe. He hadn’t known he’d be her first, and that she’d allowed him to be meant more than he could ever have anticipated. The moment was diverted soon after, as Buffy buried her face into his neck, her teeth going to town as she nipped and sucked his flesh into her mouth, her pelvis slowly beginning to rotate around him.
Buffy opened drugged lids and observed the girl on the TV being fucked by two guys at once and remembered Spike’s friends. She wasn’t surprised when she turned her head and saw them both focused on her and Spike, their hands inside their pants and rubbing for all they were worth. She threw them a saucy smile and then took matters into her own hands, emulating the girl on the screen as she rode some guy into oblivion.
It seemed easy enough, so Buffy gave it a shot. “Do you like this, Spike?” She experimentally lifted her hips and then gently lowered them again, feeling Spike slide part way out before she consumed him again. Stretch, deflate. Rub, roll. God, everything about him turned her on and Buffy felt herself going insane with sensation overload. “Do you like that you tore into my body and took over my soul?” She winked at him before beginning to bounce more enthusiastically, feeling him press against her womb and the itch that began as he got closer to sliding completely out of her.
He didn’t answer, just buried his face against her breasts and started sucking voraciously on tingling nipples. Her clit rubbed against his cock as it moved inside her, putting her on a precarious edge. He was jarring a spot inside that made her flush with heat every time he touched it, and then the stimulation of her clit was making her vibrate all the way to her fingertips.
She couldn’t get rid of the smile on her face, even as sweat began to gather in the valley of her breasts and her ass felt the squish of his balls every time they met. Buffy felt the small flutterings begin and then something exploded inside, a scream finally rocking the house as Spike lifted her up and placed her lengthwise on the couch, thrusting into her hard and fast until he was panting and sweat was dripping from his brow. Buffy wailed, clenching her pussy around him as she dragged his head down to her, revelling in his hot breath as he gasped in her ear.
“I love this, Buffy,” he whispered passionately. “And I fucking love you, you crazy bint.”
Another squeal and she slammed her hips up to slap against his, over and over until he finally began the process. His cock throbbed, then pulsed as hot semen tore a path up his pole and spurted violently into his girl. He jerked like he was in pain, straining against the shock of each expulsion, loving that he was filling her up and already looking forward to when he’d get to do it again.
He was guessing as soon as he got his mates to tuck their cocks back in their pants and piss off.
He ran his deflating cock back and forth, loving the little spurts of pleasure that reflected in her eyes. Loved the juicy way he still fit in there even as parts of him ran out and spilled onto the unprotected sofa. Loved how he didn’t have a fucking care in the world other than to take Buffy up into his room and show her some more of what she’d just experienced.
“Oi, you two. Push off.”
Buffy giggled as Angel and Xander wiped their dripping hands on their jeans, gave a dazed wave goodbye and then dived for the door.
“And keep your bloody traps shut,” Spike yelled after them. “I know where you wankers live and neither of you’ve won in a fight against me.”
Buffy’s arms squeezed him in a hug and he dived for her throat. Nothing like getting a headstart on the rest of the night.
The End
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05/18/17 04:16 am
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08/31/16 03:43 pm
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
pj
03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
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12/23/16 01:12 pm
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10/06/16 08:34 am
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08/31/16 03:45 pm
And anyone else who loves this site, it's worth mentioning there's a nifty little "Donate" option just below the shout box here! ;)
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:43 pm
Just wanted to take a moment to thank Pari and all the mods for maintaining such a great site!