Sex Show Stories

14

Even though Willow’s words affected Buffy a whole lot, once she went to see Angel she felt better. He was able to confront her in a totally different way. He held her, wiped her tears and listened to her. That was a plus factor that her previous relationships lacked. Though Riley had all that going for him, though there was something missing. She wasn’t in love with him as she is with Angel.

Buffy was lying on her bed just relaxing and feeling the comfort of her sheets beneath her. She wasn’t too crazy for silk or satin sheets. The comfort of cotton sheets was alluring enough for her. They felt cool, soft and comfortable against her body. She knew for sure how she’d get Angel coming over to her house in a flash. ‘Ooh, the fun we’re going to have. I wonder if he’ll be up for it.’

Well the afternoon was fastly approaching and Buffy decided that now was the time to start and have some fun. She knew Angel’s cell phone number by heart and dialed waiting for him to answer.

“Angel McKeon here. This better be important,” he said seriously.

“Well is that how you greet all your clients that become investors in your company?”

“Buffy,” he said smiling.

“Good guess. I was wondering are you busy right now?”

“Not really. Why you ask?”

“Well I have a bit of a challenge for you.”

“Okay. Tell me.”

“Here it goes. I’m naked and you have twenty minutes before I start putting my clothes back on.” Angel nearly chocked at her words. ‘Buffy’s naked! In her bed all alone waiting for me. I better get going.’

“Bye,” he said and quickly hung up the phone and rushed right out the door.

If there was a first time that Angel broke any speed laws, it was today. He heard the words naked and in bed which sent the lower region of his body feeling very aroused. He quickly parked his car on her driveway and made it to the door, which apparently was open. Angel climbed up the steps tow at a time and then called out her name.

“Buffy, where are you?”

“I’m in the second door to your left. I’m waiting,” she said and then laughed. Angel made his way to her bedroom and was amazed at what he saw. Buffy had her legs crossed with her palms resting on the mattress with a smile across her face.

“Well what are you waiting for? Don’t you want me?” he said batting her eyes at him. He could only nod his head in response and quickly began shedding off his clothes. Angel was only left in completely naked just lie the day he was born. He walked over to the bed in a very quick pace and straddled Buffy’s hips.

“You have been a very bad girl. Didn’t your mother ever told you that you shouldn’t threaten anyone like that?” he asked with a smirk.

“Actually it as a threat. It’s more like a challenge. I wanted to see if you wee up for it,” she said smiling back. She then took a hold of his erection and pulled it slightly to cause Angel to moan.

“Apparently you are up for the challenge,” she said smiling back wickedly.

“You bet I am.” He too his knee and parted her legs open. He then took his forefinger and slid it up her clit feeling how wet she was for him. She moaned at his touch and wanted him to do more.

“More,” she begged. He kept on gliding his finger, but added another and then began pinching her clit.

“Ooh,” she moaned. He knew exactly what buttons to push or rather what places to pinch her to make her feel the shivers all over her body. Angel then removed his fingers and adjusted himself right in between her legs. As he kept moving in and out of her, his hands found her breasts squeezing them gently feeling how full and soft they were in his strong hands. His head went down and captured on of her nipples and began sucking it. Buffy’s hand went through the short brown hairs on the nape of his neck and pushed him further into her breast. Angel’s lips kept on sucking, and then he flicked his tongue to lick her nipple. He went over to the other one as the unattended breast, which was wet and exposed to the cool air that permeated in the room. As Angel kept a steady pace going in and out of her Buffy’s orgasm was reaching its peak.

“Oh! Angel!” she screamed. The rush of her orgasm over took her body.

Angel laid next to her pulling her damp body against his and kissed her forehead. Angel’s feelings for Buffy were beginning to change and he wonder what Buffy would think. Little did he know Buffy felt the same way.

My apologies for the time taken to get this episode out - out of town on business. Enjoy.

Gigolo(6)

The fabulous Fiona Fields, fading movie star kept me with her for three days at 5000 a day. Mostly in bed. I took her to the airport and she lovingly kissed me goodbye. I went home to mum and died in the rack, completely fucked out. Miranda let me sleep for about 18 hours before waking me with a cup of coffee.

“This job of yours is taking it out of you, Allen. I hope it’s not too much.”

“No Miranda. Just that some of the sessions are a bit tiring. She thought my job was market research.

She frowned at me. Please take care then. Oh, and there’s a message for you from Mrs. Croker. She wants to see you at 2pm.”

I duly obliged and duly fucked her and her daughter, Crystal, finishing off between the latter’s large firm tits and giving her a pearl necklace. She laughed. Jeez, Allen. I’d have thought mum would have wrung that out of you, but you had plenty for me. Mum asked me to tell you that you have been booked by Betty from the Misty Valley Flower Shop for tonight. She asked if you could be there about sixish when she closes up.”

I wondered whether it had something to do with Dorothy, Betty’s daughter whom I had made into a cinderella and then shagged. Or was it Betty? I remembered the attractive grey haired lady in her sixties and the thought that having somebody that old would be interesting.

Betty was just closing the shop when I arrived. Come in, come in, young man. Let’s go upstairs for a drinky. Her beaming smile shone like a beacon. She really was an attractive old bird. As we moved up the stairs to the living quarters, I followed her still shapely figure watching her broad behind swaying just feet in front of me. The dress she had on was knee length and I had a good look at the dimpled backs of her knees. She produced a couple of glasses of chilled white wine, and after giving me mine, she clinked her glass against it. To you, Allen. You did wonders with Dorothy. I swear she hasn’t spent a night at home since. She is making up for lost time and I doubt she’s been to bed with the same man twice, lucky girl. Betty giggled again and took a large swallow of wine and sat down on the divan, patting the seat beside her. Tell me what you have been up to lately. And I want all the dirty details. Leave nothing out. She reached out, picked up the wine bottle and filled our glasses.

So I told her, amused by the flush appearing on her lower neck. The dress was buttoned to the neck but her large round breasts heaved noticeably as I recounted each of my little adventures. Oh my, Fiona Fields! she squealed. The lucky bitch! Three days she had you. She sighed and looked pensive. If only.”

“Betty, why am I here?”

“Oh, I’m sorry Allen, I should have told you earlier. You’re here for my younger sister. She’s only a year younger but she needs as much of a lift that Dorothy got, although you don’t have to go to the mall with her. Jane went through a messy divorce over 20 years ago and I seriously doubt that she has had a man since. You don’t have to take her to bed, but if you get to that stage, she is staying in the spare bedroom. Her eyes twinkled merrily. Like me, she’s probably forgotten how anyway. I’ve forgotten what a man induced orgasm was like, it’s been so long. I’ve booked you into that nice restaurant over the road, so enjoy.”

Before I could respond, the door bell rang and I stood as Betty ushered Jane in. She was a big, big woman who towered over her sister by at least a head. Her face was tanned but smooth and she had solemn brown eyes. She wore a coat that effectively disguised her body but it was still clear that she possessed a pair of monumental breasts. Her waist had long disappeared and she had sturdy but shapely legs that were also tanned. Betty introduced us and over a couple wines, I found out that Jane was the owner of a riding school outside town.

We were ushered out and crossed the road to the restaurant which was indeed very nice. Over a couple of bottles of wine, Jane loosened up as I plied her with understated charm, and more wine than me. She had slipped her coat off on entry and was wearing what could only be described as a tent. Her hair was cut as a helmet and while mainly dark, showed some grey streaks. As she leant forward to listen to what I was saying, her huge breasts rested on the table top. I couldn’t help it. My eyes flickered downward then back up in time to catch a brief smile, the first of the evening. The topic of conversation changed. It had been horses - now it was.

“Do you like large breasts, Allen? Does an alcoholic like gin? My bastard husband found them awful after the birth of my second daughter. He made me cover them up whenever he made love to me. And that became very infrequent, until he stopped altogether. Eventually, as soon as the kids left home, he took off with a flat chested harlot and divorced me five years later. Not only that, he left me with enormous debt that I have only just overcome. Christ he was a right cunt! She saw my slightly raised eyebrows. My language has always been a bit salty and that disturbs my darling sister. Betty has stuck by me through and through, and I love her dearly. But when you are around horses, the only language they understand is basic to say the least. Dumbest animals on the planet.next to men that is. She almost grinned at that one as I gave her a pained look. Allen, you may be the exception. I haven’t enjoyed myself like this in many, many years. I like you. You don’t press, you don’t try to take over and you’ve got more out of me than I care to admit. Yes, very enjoyable. She raised her glass and looked at me expectantly. What now? she asked.

“I believe Betty left a nightcap out for us, I said, not knowing whether it was true or not. As we strolled arm in arm over the road, Jane leant against me, one big firm breast pressed into my ribcage. The lights were on in the living room but there was no nightcap to be seen. Maybe it’s in your room, I suggested innocently.

“Maybe it is. Why don’t we have a look.”

The room was lit by a table lamp but there was no drinkies. She looked at me and I pulled her into my arms and kissed her thoroughly. She returned the kiss as I worked her coat off her shoulders and threw it behind her. Immediately my hand went to one of her majestic breasts and discovered that although she was wearing a bra, I could feel the outline of a very large nipple. I groaned into her mouth, surrendered her breast and reached behind her large torso to run the zip of the dress down. I reached in and cradled the large orbs of her bum and gripped and caressed them. Until then Jane had her arms around my neck. Now she reached between us, undid the belt, flipped the button and slid my zip down. My cock was hard as a rock. She pulled my underpants down and gasped into my mouth as her hand clutched my erect dick. She pulled back and looked down.

“I’ve seen bigger, but only on horses. What a fucking beauty! Certainly beats the wee willie my old man had, and that is the only one I’ve seen. Big, thick and meaty - and what a pair of balls! My god, I’ve got to have that. Get naked, lad.”

I quickly stripped and watched goggle eyed as she slid her dress off to puddle at her feet revealing monster tits encased in a double hammock of a bra. She had a deep tan down to her neck then on her forearms and to her knees; the rest of her was milky white. I stood there in front of her, my prick waving and throbbing as she pulled the shoulder straps off, slid them down her arms, then pushed the cups down and off her breasts. They exploded and hung low to the middle of her rounded stomach. The sight of her huge milk veined breasts rolling and swaying almost undid me. The nipples were dark brown on massive areolae the size of a saucer. The nipples were broad with a small hole in the centre. She pulled the bra around and undid the catch and let it drop. She licked her lips as she gazed at my pre-cum leaking erection and began to push her panties down over her large hips. As she leant forward to push them down over knees, her magnificent breasts swung forward, elongating. I nearly dropped my load at the sight. She stayed in that position and inched forward until she could lick my shaft like a lollipop. Taking the glans in her hot mouth, Jane gave the piss hole a lick and then sucked. My knees buckled.

I pulled her upright and kissed her feeling her big tits against my stomach. You are a horny wench, Jane. Get on the bed, I want to lick some pussy.”

“Oooh I do like a masterful man. She turned and fell back on the bed, those mammoth breasts of hers rolling all over her chest. She pushed her elbows under them so they lay on top, her nipples pointing at her very furry muff.

I dropped to my knees and pushed her strong meaty thighs apart. Just visible and surrounded by a mass of curls was the outer lips of a longish cunt. I divided the hair already dewed with moisture with my fingers revealing a glistening pair of thin lips. I ran the point of my tongue up the groove and it opened like a flower. I did it again and an inner pair of very pink lips suddenly filled with hot blood and protruded out past her outer lips. I licked and licked then licked the top of her slit. She did not have a large clit, more like a small pea. As I sucked on it, I reached up, found her fat nipples and pinched them, hard. Jane whimpered and bucked her pudenda against my face nearly pushing me back.

“Jesus H Christ, I’m cummmming you cunt licker. Cumming, cumming, cumming. Ooh, that is so amazing.”

I slipped two fingers into a surprisingly small opening then felt for the Gspot while recommencing my licking and sucking. She came again and again she almost crushed me with her big thighs. I could feel her pussy walls clutching at my fingers as I diddled the upper side of her cunt. Ooooooh, you bastard, I’m still cumming, keep going, I’m cuuuuuuummmmiing! Oh sweet Jesus.”

I licked, sucked and poked some more until Jane’s arms and legs just flopped sideways onto the bed. Her smouldering eyes met mind above the curl covered mound as I gave her clitoris one last lingering suck.

“Cock me Allen, please, cock me. I’m fucked and I’m about to faint with pleasure.”

I slid up her voluptuous body and my champion slid into her portals like a homing missile. Tight, tight, creamy sheath until my pubes joined hers. I could have come right then but I held on by concentrating on algebraic formulae. The moment passed and I started the age old fucking movements - in, out, in and twist, in, out, change angle. Her mammoth tits were rolling about as her eyes rolled up in her head. I grabbed them pinching her flattened teats until the little holes in each disappeared as they rose to half inch prominence. I pounced and sucked each in turn, giving them bites and hearing her moan, I’m cummmming, oh I’m cumming again, and again! I felt the tension fall out of Jane as she fainted dead away.

I was still sliding in and out of her fantastic juicy pussy but it was a bit like necrophilia, if you like that sort of thing. My desire to shoot my load abruptly left me. Just then, I felt a hand on my bum. I looked around and saw Betty dressed in a filmy nightdress.

“Jane does that, you know, although not very often over the years. You must be good. She continued fondling my arse cheeks as she continued. It must be forty years since I saw her cum like that. I don’t suppose you’d like to hump an old tart like me, would you?”

Would I? I pulled my semi hard cock out of Jane, amused at the flow of female juices that followed it to spill down between the cheeks of her arse and onto the bed. A mixture of clear viscous fluid and white cream. I stood and pulled Betty into my arms and kissed her gently but passionately on her still firm lips. My cock re-erected against the feel of her rounded tummy through the filmy nightdress as my hands wandered down over her surprisingly tiny waist to the flaring curves of her bum. Yum, yum, grandmum’s bum! Her breasts were big and soft and pressed against me. I reached down and jerked the nightdress up over her head. Her huge soft, creamy breasts rose up with the gown and then dropped when freed, rolling and swaying. I wished I’d have seen them even twenty years ago. They were prizes. I hefted one up and suckled on a big raspberry shaped nipple, gloriously red and covered with rough milk producing bumps. Betty gasped and clutched the back of my head. I swapped to the other and did the same. All the time, my beast was beating a tattoo on her mounded stomach and dripping slimy moisture.

“Please Allen, I can’t wait. Lie back and let me do the work. She pushed me back next to the comatose Jane and eagerly clambered up my legs, her pendulous tits with their charming age and weight wrinkles swinging like bell clappers, brushing my body with every inch of her progress. She pulled my slimy rigid prick upright and with surprising agility for somebody her age, pried her bulging cunt lips apart and sunk half my cock into her hot moist depths. Gaaawwdd, it’s been ages! I hope I can get this monster in. I grabbed for her swinging tits as she rose up and pushed down and got a couple more inches in. Up she went almost to the helmet before squirming back down. God she was tight! Finally, I bottomed out and felt her pussy walls clench spasmodically, then unbelievably relax as fluid spewed out of them to bathe my cock with hot juices. She yipped like a dog throwing her head back. For an old girl in her sixties, she was amazing.

She suddenly slumped down on me, and I thought that maybe she had fainted like her sister and I was going to be left with blue balls. However, she pushed herself up, her beautiful blue eyes beatific. Thank you, Allen. I can’t remember the last time I had a prick like that up my cunt. It was wonderful. I can’t believe I still have juices. I thought I had dried up long ago. Can we fuck now? She started humping up and down again and I dragged one of her big crinkly nipples into my mouth and started pinching, tweaking and caressing the other. Faster and faster she went, panting and mewling little cries, the bed bouncing as she rode my eager cock. Next to us, Jane’s voluptuous body rolled and swayed as Betty rode on.

All too soon, I felt the cum boiling in my nutsack but held back as Betty reached a crescendo with her cries. Oh, oh , oh, oooooh, keerist, oooh, bloody hell, yes, yes, yeeeesssss! And then, as I unloaded my boiling spunk against the deepest part of her cunt, Oooooh, I felt that, I’m cumming again. It’s still doing it. Oh sweet boy, what a load. I’ve never felt that before! She fell forward onto my chest again, frantically kissing me all over my face. Her old cunt continued to spasm and clench and milk me dry.

Eventually, she slid off me on the other side from Jane and cuddled up to me flinging a warm thigh across my loins. Next to us, Jane stirred and her eyes blinked open. They swivelled and took in the sight of her older sister and I cuddling.

“You bitch, Betty! You said he was all mine for the night. She rolled over toward me and I put my arm around her shoulders and my hand filled with her huge breast. My other hand was similarly occupied with her sister’s big soft tit.

“You fucked him, didn’t you, you old tart. She said it with a smile and reached down to grab my semi erect dick.

Betty did the same. Dorothy did say he could go all night. Help me get him up and then you can ride his marvellous cock. I’ll ride his mouth. Dorothy tells me he really is a talented clitty licker, darling.”

So help me, I couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot. Two randy big titted tarts preparing to slut me until I shot dust.

I love my job.

I sat on the couch, suffering to play the inane party game. In theory it was designed to allow the group to get to know one another better, in fact it simply allowed them to alternately brag about their conquests or pry into the past of someone they were interested in. I needed the validation the group dynamic provided even if I wasn’t inspired by their ingenuity. Honest with myself, I know the real reason I hate these games is because I have little to brag about and have never been the subject of prying. Fortunately the game was short lived as people broke off to their separate pleasures.

I followed someone into the kitchen. Within moments another couple of people arrived. While I don’t mind cooking there were others who truly enjoyed it so I left rather then get in the way. Back in the livingroom someone else was channel-surfing. I was sure they would find something worthwhile but at that moment I lacked the patience for them to find it. I was restless. I went to the bathroom on the second floor.

Leaving the bathroom one of the women motioned from her room. Leaning in the doorway I smiled and nodded a greeting. “You wanna smoke and listen to music?” I nodded enthusiastically. She was one of the few in the group who smoked so her room was often a hangout. I’d brought my ’special blend’ so I packed a pipe and shared. A few people caught the tell-tale scent and wandered quickly in. After a few rounds I rolled a cigaret and looked around to offer only to discover the two of us were alone once more. I was surprised until I remembered that we were the only ones still smoking regular cigs. Everyone else had quit.

The music was a pounding dance beat; the type that’s light on meaning and heavy on the bass. Slowly I began to feel the rhythm pounding through my chest, a subculture pace maker. The electronic backdrop raced up and down my spine. I noticed one of the former smokers walk past the room and slam the barely open door shut. They’re always the worst, they don’t want to admit they still crave the nic. so they rail the louder at us to quit. I could feel the frustrated arrogance as an almost palpable entity. Man, that was certainly a good ‘blend’. My skin tingled with the claustrophobic heat of the small room. The window did little to alleviate the smoke but the occasional breeze drifting through brushed my skin like a salve.

I turned back from the door to the music and company. She was up and dancing; gyrating sinuously to the beat. This was an unexpected thrill. She’d never broken free to dance before except at clubs. Then again I’d never seen her alone in her room before. In my mind she probably forgot I was there, I’d been pretty quiet after all. She was a great dancer. I’d say she could be a professional but truthfully she was, just ballet rather then her current style. Give her a pole and she’d have been making hundreds of dollars in singles and fives every minute. I was slightly embarrassed to realize that my body was offering its services as her pole. I shifted in my place lest she look over and see my discomfort.

The song ended and she collapsed in the comfiest chair I’d ever known. It was her room, her chair, her right. Me? I sat on the floor leaning back against the bed (legs subtly folded to mask my growing embarrassment). She looked over at me and smiled, flashing two fingers then a thumbs up. In public it would appear to be a peace sign and thumbs up. Among friends it meant ‘2 high!’ I laughed and nodded.

“So has it really been that long?” I had no idea what she was talking about until she simply raised an eyebrow. I still wasn’t positive but I hedged my bets and simply flashed a sardonic smile, nodding. She whistled. “Not anything?” Again with the disparaging smile. She was referring to my answers in the game. She shook her head. “Why no one night stands?”

“Not my style.” It isn’t.

“What can I say?” She shrugged sympathetically and stood to dance now that the music had once again picked up tempo. It was a small room. Sitting on the floor I was acutely aware of the relative levels of my head and her hips. My anatomy was painfully aware as it strained against my jeans. I rolled and lit another cig in record time, relying on smoking to mask breathing that was rapidly growing irregular.

After the first couple of drags and a quick hit of the ashtray I looked back up, confident once more. I shouldn’t have been. She faced away from me revealing her very cute ass, only about a foot from my face. As her hips worked back and forth she flexed and swayed in time to the music. I couldn’t help but gasp. Her hair flipped over her shoulder as she looked at me, smiling. With a fascinating double gyration her hips led her body around one-eighty.

I lost control of my breathing. Panicking I brought my cig up to focus. In perfect synch with the music and her hips, a hand lashed out to smack my hand aside. I barely kept a hold of the cig, my hand managing to find the ashtray without my assistance. Back and forth her hips swung slowly. With each pass she inched closer. Confused, I looked up. Her hands were locked in her hair, elbows pointing to the sky. Her eyes were closed but her smile told novels of her enjoyment of the moment.

Breathing hard, very confused and more then a little nervous I noticed her outfit. She tended towards loose clothing, even at ‘home’. I’d never really noticed her body through the t-shirts, three sizes too big, and carpenter pants. Now I noticed. She was wearing black spandex pants that fit like a second skin until flaring out at her shins. To accent it she was wearing a tight purple and black-trimmed bodice. Somehow the two covered her well while leaving very little to the imagination. Well, my imagination was working pretty actively, but mostly what I wanted to do with her and what her intentions were now that her brilliant hips were inches from my nose.

The music shifted into the bridge, a slower, more sinister tempo. Her hips rolled forward, her knees bent, and her body arched backwards in counterbalance. Her intoxicating groin made contact with my chest and, still shifting left and right slightly in time to the music, began to slide down. Later I would be amazed by her body control, at that moment however I was more concerned with my own. My heart raced and I could barely breath. Socially inept instinct ordered me to run, fortunately her body trapped me against the side of the bed.

Her soft moans were really turning me on. I couldn’t think past the fire in my loins and the unbearable need for her. As the black spandex descended down my t-shirt she brought her body farther and farther forward to maintain her balance. Finally, when her hips met mine, she was fully upright once more only now her bodice pressed against my chest. The bridge ended, the resumed bass line controlling the flow of blood to my groin as she rapidly shifted back and forth. Dancer’s hips enraged my lust easily.

A primal growl escaped my tenuous control. Her eyes flickered open in surprise. As I lost myself in her eyes she deciphered my growl not as frustration or aggression but simply need. Her arms freed themselves to drape casually over my shoulders, hands locking somewhere behind me. I kept my hands planted firmly on the floor, afraid to loose control of them. A constant stream of moans poured from her throat. She smiled but I was entranced by the laughter in her eyes. Her hips began slow circles on my lap. She had brought me to the edge and I swore she was trying to get me to climax. I wasn’t afraid, I knew she couldn’t. I had too much control for a tease, no matter how sensual, to finish me. I was so much more than aroused by it (I’d certainly have to go home to masturbate after this) but society had done well to imprint a fear of premature ejaculation in me.

As her moans grew louder my first thought was that someone else would hear and investigate. I quickly realized the benefit of the loud music followed immediately by the epiphany that her moans had not been faked in an attempt to incite me. The constantly shifting pressure as she maneuvered herself across my body was not only turning her on but bringing her to climax. My eyes widened in wonder as she used me, my very body, to masturbate! What had begun as a ploy to engage me had become, with the aid of our smoking and her skin-tight pants, a desperate need.

Her hands gripped the back of my neck hard. Her elbows dug into my shoulders. She barked out moans that were almost screams as her hips began to jerk wildly. I could feel her body shaking against me. Her gyrations slowed as she lost control of her own body. Something clicked in my mind. My hands rose to grasp her hips. Wearily her eyes crept open in surprised contentment. Using the bulging pants she had ruthlessly caused I held her hips and continued to antagonize her stimulated flesh.

Her eyes flew wide in pleasure. Her head snapped back and she gasped in a breath before losing it all to a scream I was sure could be heard for blocks. Her arms sought to push me away even as her hands gripped me closer. Her shaking chest clung to me. Her hips, like her arms, seemed unsure if they should flee the joy or embrace it. Unlike her arms I held them, freeing her from the ability to choose.

Her head rushed forward, lips meeting mine in a kiss more passionate then I could have imagined possible. Her weight crushed me against the bed as she poured her ecstasy and need into me. She used my mouth to mute her indomitable screams. Finally she broke the kiss barely managing to whisper, “Stop!” with her hoarse, shaky voice. I took pity on her and did. Her head collapsed against my shoulder.

I held her close, absorbing the still unreleased energy from her and providing a calm center on which to focus. I waited until her breathing slowed. Carefully I used my grip on her hips to slide her off my lap. She hadn’t even gone an inch when her breath caught. “Oh GOD!” Her body was shaking uncontrollably once more. I’d thought her far enough from her orgasm that it was safe. I was wrong.

Her eyes locked with mine. They declared her furious but her grin spoke otherwise. In neither did I see an ounce of reason. In an instant she was crouching where she had been sitting. She threw herself backwards landing on her sensational butt. To my surprise and horror she’d worked my belt and button free and the movement brought my jeans to my knees. I managed to overcome my surprise as she stood and stripped her own pants to her knees along with a blue lace thong. All that was between us now was about three feet of her legs and the thin cotton of my boxers.

My hands reached to restrain her only to be stopped by her iron grip on my arms. At least she couldn’t remove my boxers if she had to keep hold of my arms. I started to protest, to talk her out of it, bring reason back to her mind. She dropped to her knees, the fabric of her pants bunching and cutting against my stomach, and locked me in another kiss. Her primal nature leached into the kiss and infected me.

I felt her cleft reach me. The intervening fabric brought vague reason back to my lust shrouded mind and once again I applauded the obstacle. Dancer’s hips once more shifted back and forth. Tears slid from her eyes as she moaned from her own actions. To late I realized the true reason for the latest torment when she finally succeeded in shifting the fabric to fall away. My length stood proudly bare in the middle of the button-less fly.

She impaled herself. My breath caught. She collapsed against me instantly, lost already to the heights of intimacy. She’d completed her goals however. My body was lost to feral instinct. Buried deep within her I thrust further. She screamed atop me as my hips bounced. I savored the tension. It fled to quickly. My eyes flew wide and I held myself deep within her. “I need to stop NOW!”

Hard eyes locked with mine. Her primal grin spread wide. “Never!” The pushed herself against my base. My head flew back with a growl. From my depths molten lust erupted. Together we bucked without rhythm, me growling, she screaming. Finally, somehow we slowed and she collapsed against me.

After minutes savoring each others warmth her head lolled to one side. We remained connected, our bodies one. “Now I think I understand.” I barely heard her breathless whisper. I cocked my head in confusion. “Why you’ve never had a one night stand.” My confusion grew and it showed. She laughed. “No girl in her right mind would let you get away with only that!”

Spike lit another cigarette and watched the unfolding show with avid interest. Willow’s mouth was open as she valiantly tried to form words and gasp air. Angelus stood at his full height, eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and what Spike assumed was lust. If they start shagging I’m getting the hell out of here.

“Do you have any idea what I could do to you?” Angelus snarled.

Spike spoke up. “Let’s see. . .beat her. Eat her. Shag–”

“Silence!” The younger vampire nodded for Angelus to continue. “No one has ever DARED to make me this angry. Not Darla. Not Drusilla. Certainly no human I’ve ever been in contact with. The only exception might be–”

“Me.” Spike supplied. “I just love to piss him off.” He noted his sire’s stern expression. “Right, then. Not about me. Continue.”

“But you had the audacity to curse me. Turn me back into that sniveling, pathetic excuse for a vampire who calls himself Angel.” He appeared bewildered. “And why ‘Angel’? He might as well call himself ‘Sweetheart’ or ‘Honey’, I’ll never understand that.”

“Honey.” Spike cackled. “That’s better than Peaches. I’ll have to remember that.” At Angelus’ look he sobered. “I know, I know ’silence!’”

“I did it to save you.” Willow explained. “She was going to kill you.”

“What makes you so sure that she would have?”

“The only other alternative is that you would have killed her. And I couldn’t live with that either.” Willow lowered her eyes.

“You chose Buffy over me.” He said bitterly, before she could protest, he began again. “So, that leaves me with the ultimate question. What should I do with you?” Angelus mused as he paced the floor of her bedroom.

“Let me go and leave?” She said hopefully. She edged towards her table lamp.

“That’s far enough, my sweet.” He said. “I remember your affection for whacking me with objects. And no, letting you go is what I did the first time I was here.” He pinned her with his eyes. “I have something else in mind.”

“You promised you wouldn’t kill me here!” She wailed.

“And said you loved me!”

“Poor Angewus!” Spike said, mimicking ‘baby’ talk. “Did u get u wittle feewings hurt?” Angelus growled and Spike stopped. But Willow saw the way his eyes were dancing with laughter.

She gulped. “I do.” He obviously wasn’t buying it. “So, what are you going to do with me?” It was like being on a demon’s version of a game show. She could almost hear the announcer. Behind door number three we have a horrible death!

“So many things.” He moved closer to her, his cool hand reached out to brush the side of her face. “Things you’ve never felt before. After all, you deserve to be punished.”

“P-p-punished?” That sounded really bad.

He forced her to look him in the eye by cupping her chin. “What are you worried about, little one?”

Willow took in a breath as she feigned bravery. “I’m going to go with torture and my untimely death.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Angelus ran his thumb over her lips and couldn’t suppress a small smile at her wit. “Not all punishments have to be painful though.” His hand slid to the nape of her neck.

“They don’t? Because when you say ‘punishments’ that makes me nervous.”

“Not if the punisher knows what he’s doing.”

“If you two are going to shag, I’d appreciate some fair warning.” Spike said , not missing the aroma in the air. “I’d rather miss that particular floor show.”

“Fine. Why don’t we start with a warm-up act, William?” Angelus took a menacing stance. “What were you doing here?”

“I was just talking with-”

“You were just trying to take what’s mine.” Angelus glowered. “I think it’s time I put you back in your place again.”

“No, Angelus. Don’t.” Willow pleaded. “He helped me with Oz tonight. And, he, he walked me home so I’d be safe, because he knows I’m yours! He was just protecting me. . . for you, of course.”

Angelus considered her plea. He didn’t like her mention of Oz and he didn’t like his Willow taking an interest in Spike, but it pleased him to hear her restate his claim. He wanted to give in to her, but Spike really had it coming. Suddenly, an idea struck Angelus. “Spike, get over here.” He motioned for Spike and Willow to sit on the end of her bed. “Willow, we’re going to make another thumb-wrestling bet.”

“Thumb-wrestling?!” Spike burst out laughing. “Bloody poofter. You’ve been spending all this time with that delicious red-head thumb wrestling?”

“Shut up, boy.” Angelus smacked Spike in the back of the head. Spike winced, but couldn’t keep the grin off his face. “If you win-”

“You won’t be mad anymore?” Willow said hopefully.

“No. You’re not getting off the hook this easily.” He frowned at her. “If you win, Spike can go. I won’t hurt him. This time.”

“Like you could, mate.” Spike had a tire iron in the back of the DeSoto that came in happy for cases of “When Angelus Attacks”. Of course, he was kind of weaponless at the moment. Not to mention, Spike knew that Angelus would never seriously harm him. It was just customary for the two of them to tear each other up every few months. Kept things interesting. They were vampires, they didn’t have to make sense.

“If I win you swear that you’ll never try to resoul me again.” He thought for a moment. “Or have anyone else do it. Or leave the spell out in easy reach of someone. Or tell someone where they might find it.”

“Or post it on the internet.” Spike added helpfully.

“Yes” Angelus nodded his head imperiously.

“Hmmm.” She said. “Are you sure you haven’t been eating lawyers?” He glared at her. “Okay. I’ll do it.” She said, shrugging her shoulders. She had found a copy of the spell and put in the database for the Watchers’ Council that she was working on for Giles’ birthday. He hadn’t mentioned anything about that! She started to reach for his hand, but he pulled away.

“Not this time, little one. You thumb-wrestle Spike. It’s his ass you’re saving.” Angelus grinned. If Spike won, he could beat him up. If he lost, he’d have to handle that humiliation, which would be retribution enough.

Willow and Angelus stood on her balcony watching Spike walk away in a huff. “Who knew he was such a sore loser?”

“I think its me. He’s just afraid of me.” Angelus said, puffing out his chest as he thought of the beating he would have given his childe. “Probably thinks I’ll change my mind.”

“Because your such a big, dangerous vamp.”

His eyes glittered. “I am.”

“Uh, yeah, guess.” Willow smoothed a piece of hair behind her ear, desperate for a topic change. “I don’t get it. About the fighting, I mean. Why do you do that? When Buffy makes me angry I don’t try to kick her butt.”

He smiled. “Maybe you should. I could help you with that.” Yes, punching the Slayer would improve his mood.

Her forehead wrinkled. “Of course, if I tried it, she’d probably throw me through a wall.”

“Never happen.” She looked at him doubtfully. “She might be a Slayer but only a fool would mess with you, little one.” He smiled at her tenderly and then stopped himself. He schooled his features into a non-committal half frown.

She couldn’t help but grin. “So, that would make you a–”

“Don’t say it.” He scowled. “I’m still upset with you.” He turned away. Truthfully, he should be torturing her with something by now. A branding iron maybe. No one treated him like this and lived to tell the tale! But somehow, she did. And after being in her presence again he just couldn’t muster the anger necessary to properly deal with her. His heart just wasn’t in it.

“You know what? I’m sick of this!” She grabbed his arm and turned him around. “If you’re gonna punish me or whatever. . .just go ahead and do it! I’m not going to put up with your little mood swings and your–”

“What did you say, little girl?” He came closer.

“I said just do it! Do you have a hearing problem?”

“No, do you?” He got in her space, backing her against the wall. His hand strayed to her neck. “All I’d have to do is squeeze.” But his eyes were roving her body. It wasn’t her neck that he wanted to ’squeeze.’ Then, his hand moved on the soft skin. “Where’s your necklace?” He demanded.

“Oh. Here.” She pulled it from her pocket. It seemed wrong to wear it, but she usually kept it near.

He plucked it from her fingers and placed it around her neck, rubbing his bite marks absently. “Mine.”

She was irrationally angry. “Is that’s what this is about? Because I dared to talk to another vampire? I’m not property!”

“Yes, you are. You’re my property. To do with as I wish.” He smiled dangerously. “To dispose of as I wish.”

“You know what I wish?” Willow said, her voice rising. “I wish you’d just get it over with. I’m not going to sit here and be threatened by you anymore. I’ve had enough.”

He reached out and grabbed her up off her feet. “Do you know you you’re dealing with, little one? I’m not Xander or your precious little Oz. I’m not a schoolboy you can tell to go away. I’m a vampire!”

Willow forced down her fear. Instead, she stared down at him menacingly. “And I’m a soon-to-be-witch. So, you better not piss me off or I’ll turn you into a toad! Or something else disgusting!” He dropped her to her feet, his mouth agape.

She smoothed her shirt. “If you’re not going to do anything about it, then stop threatening me because I don’t want to hear it! You should be thanking me for saving your undead ass. Thanking me! You’d be fertilizing Mrs. Summers’ daisies if it wasn’t for me. Now leave me alone and get the hell off my balcony!” She said, pointing into the blackness of the night. To prove her point she grasped the potted plant on the ledge and sent it smashing against his head.

With that, she flounced away from him and slammed the French doors behind her. Angelus blinked, his world was spinning. If it was possible, he think he just fell even more in love with her That’s when he collapsed in a heap of leather and billowing black wool on her veranda with some uprooted daisies and dirt on his head.

Willow knocked on the door. “Buffy? Are you there?”

“Coming, Wills!” Buffy shouted. The Slayer opened the door a minute later. She was wearing her pajamas, her hair in braids. “Hi. What’s up?”

“Can I come in?” Buffy narrowed her eyes, always on alert for vampire behavior. Willow rolled hers and stepped in without the invite. “Sorry, Will, you can never be too careful.”

“So, how are you?”

“Good. Ready to go to bed actually. But I assume you have something to talk about. . .?” Buffy ushered her into the kitchen where they sat across from each other.

“Angel.”

“What about him?”

“Uh. Just wondering about you two. Have you, uh, SEEN each other?”

“We’re talking about Angel, right? Over six feet tall. Big coat? Kinda hard to miss.”

“I mean, ’seeing’ him.”

“Oh, seeing him. No, we’re not.” She looked down. “You know, doing that anymore.”

“So, nothing’s going on?” Willow prodded. Then, how had Angelus come back? “No, um, you know.”

“Geez, Wills, that’s a little personal.”

“Sorry. I just–” What? Have a passed out evil vampire on my veranda and wanted to know if you were involved? Though, many people could claim that on The Hellmouth. She looked at her friend’s earnest face. Buffy hadn’t been with Angel. The all-too-familiar guilt would be there on her face. Something else had changed him. But what? Her night with Angel? No, he’d been Angel afterwards. Angelus was a terrible actor. She needed to do some research. “Okay. Just checking.” She stood up abruptly. “Gotta go. Night, Buffy.” She hurried out the door.

Buffy sat there in her chair, shaking her head. “Okay. And she went mental when?”

To Commute: The Series: Part 1

“Everyone Knows Their Job”

She loved the feel of him next to her. The silent possession over her ass he held her close to his body. Bu that feeling was gone. He was gone. Back to L.A. to help the helpless. It was his job, just as slaying was hers. Their duty. These weekends were too short. Never long enough to completely satisfy everything they felt for one another inside. Of course, an eternity could not satisfy these lovers. They longed for, and often spoke of the days when commuting would be a long-lost word. Something of the past. Until then….

He always left her a note and a rose on the pillow where he had slept beside her, so that when she woke, she would always know that it hadn’t all been a dream. The note was always the same. One little word. One word that if she did not hear, would tear her apart.

One word….Always.

Buffy sat up and smiled at the note and smelled the three beautiful roses. Usually he left only one. Often yellow when he had to leave her for days. It was her reminder that she was his sunshine through the dark night. A soft pink, if he was only gone a day or so, to reminder her of his love for her. Or sometimes, usually if he was only gone for a few hours, a blood red rose, to let her know that he was about to break his zipper with his desire for her. Also to make sure she was ready to be thoroughly ravished upon his return. Sometimes it was all three. Like today.

Stretching, she stood to gather her clothes that were strewn across the floor. Getting dressed slowly, so as to not disrupt the afterthoughts that still lingered in her mind of earlier hours of lovemaking. Taking a deep breath, she left the mansion to resume her life as the slayer.

“So, you were with Angel all weekend? Again? Willow sighed as she walked alongside her best friend to Giles apartment.

“Yup, was all Buffy used in response.

“So, Willow said inching closer to her, how many times did you come?”

Buffy giggled to herself, I don’t think I ever stopped. The weekend was just one long orgasm, Buffy hadn’t realized that while she and Willow were talking, they had actually passed the threshold of Giles apartment, thus allowing all inhabitants inside to hear their conversation. She saw Giles and Xander staring at her, Oh…ah…sorry, she fumbled, Willow and I were just talking about

Xander cut her off, That you’re glad Angel kept the mansion so you wouldn’t keep your mom up all night?”

“Xander, Willow said in a quite plea for him to shut up.

“What? I’m just saying, that ever since they found out their was no curse anymore, we’ve barely seen the Buffster. It’s all about sex now. Sex. Sex. Sex.”

“Alright Xander. That’s enough, Giles started as his annoyance grew whenever Xander made a quip about Buffy and angel. Angel’s soul is intact, and he and Buffy are free to have as much…ah., the British man took off his glasses and began to clean the lens profusely.

“Its okay, Giles, Buffy said smiling, you can say sex. I promise it won’t hurt.”

“Yes, well, as long as it doesn’t interfere with her duty, he looked at Buffy, then she is a grown woman and can do as she pleases. Giles cleared his throat and replaced his glasses back on his nose, more than anxious to get on with other news.

“So, Giles actually said you could spend the weekend in L.A with Angel? Willow smiled.

“Yup, Buffy beamed with happiness, I’m going down there and I’m going to rock his world, Buffy turned to her friend, Okay, that didn’t sound dorky at all, Willow smiled as Buffy began to think about the days ahead. The thought of Angel penetrating her tight entrance again; suckling and nibbling her nipples with such
passion….

“Wow, Willow said, bringing Buffy back from fantasy-land, Oz and I have great sex, but never all weekend long

Buffy leaned into Willow, It’s called Slayer and Vampire stamina. Truly a beautiful thing, Buffy smiled as she checked her watch, Oops. Gotta go.”

“Where?”

“Candy shop, Buffy said as she jumped off the park bench and left a confused Willow behind.

“Candy shop. Right….huh?”

Meanwhile, back in L.A…

“So, you’re seeing her again? Cordelia quipped, you know, I thought we had a business here. These visions aren’t for my benefit, you know.”

“Did you have a vision, Cordy? Angel asked calmly.

“No. Not recently. But I might. And if I do, who’s gonna help? British boy over there, she said gesturing to Wesley who sat on the couch with his nose in a book.

“Cordelia, I would prefer you leave me out of this conversation.”

“Yeah, Gunn said entering the hotel, what am I saying yeah to? What’s going on?”

“Angel is leaving again to see Buffy for an all-out love-fest…again, Cordelia said as she rummaged through the latest Hollywood gossip magazine.

“Angel man, Gunn started as he strode up toward Angel with a envious smile, I gotta say, I’m impressed. How do you do it?”

A huge smile crossed Angel’s face as he thought of Buffy, then his lips formed into a grin as he looked at Gunn, Vampire stamina. Anyway, Angel started to cross over to Wesley, she’s coming here.”

Wesley looked up from his book, What? I thought you were driving down?”

“I am. I’m picking her up and bringing her here. She said she was going to drive down, and well Angel turned to Cordelia, you’ve seen her drive, Cordy, Cordelia chuckled and nodded slightly as her eyes remained focused on the magazine. Angel turned to Gunn, she’ll kill herself in a car before any demon gets her, Gunn laughed, as he started pulling down weapons off the wall. Angel glanced at the clock, Oh, gotta go.”

Wesley stood up concerned, Where are you off to?”

“Ah…just a store, Angel said flustered, wanted to get some toys for this weekend…I mean…weapon toys….toy weapons…for sparring…. with Buffy…yeah, that’s it. But before anyone could pry anymore out of cryptic guy, he was gone.

Angel left L.A at dusk. He wanted to see his beloved as soon as possible. As he slept during the day, he dreamt. Dreamt of her. Their first kiss at the start of their lovemaking. The way she always reached into his pants and struggled to make it through all the layers of clothing he wore just to make it to her final destination. She was giddy. Always like a small child on Christmas morning. And when she finally did reach her goal, she knew instinctively what to do. Slowly stroking him at first, then gradually picking up speed. She knew he loved it hard. So, as her warm mouth slid up and down his nine inch cock, and her tongue swirled around its purple head, she squeezed and tugged on his balls. Occasionally slipping his penis out of her mouth to take his balls in. She’d hum as he was inside her, which made him quiver with a longing to release. He’d grip her head and tangle his hands in her hair, helping her bob up and down on him again.

Angel shook his head sharply, bringing himself back to the present task of driving. She had said she would have a surprise for him. Well, he had a few in store for her as well. Unfortunately, all that reminiscing had sprouted a problem. He was usually able to relieve himself before seeing her, but was far too anxious tonight. He had left with a bulge already imminent in his pants. He had no choice. He was going to have to pull over. He did it for one reason; he never wanted their first time back together again, to end so quickly. It always seemed to end too quickly anyhow.

He pulled into an empty truck spot lot. The gas bar was dimly lit, and traffic was far enough away for him to do what was needed. He left the top down as he began to rub himself through his black slacks. He unzipped his them and decided it took too much time to pull them down. He pulled his rock-hard shaft out from beneath his black boxer-briefs. They were Buffy’s favorite. Showed everything off nicely, she had said. He used his right hand to grip his penis and left fondle the sack beneath it. He opted for a quick release, so as to not delay the relief he would feel while inside his mate. He stroked hard and slow at first, picking up the pace as images of Buffy surrounded him. She had said she got wet at the idea of him getting himself off. Now, he was imagining Buffy doing the same.

“Ah….Oh God…Buffy….you’re so hot he pumped harder as he shut his eyes tighter, Oh, God…Buffy harder…so tight…., he pumped profusely as he gripped his balls harder, I’m coming…yes baby…Ah…., just then, the cell phone went off. That God-damn thing. Why the hell did Cordelia get him that damn thing? He knew he should answer it. Just in case. But he was so close. He switched hands and continued to stroke hard as pre-cum started oozing out the tip of his large shaft. With his right hand he grabbed the phone the phone and hit (Talk) What, damnit? he yelled into the phone.

“Angel? Oh God, it was her. It was Buffy. With the sound of her voice with just one word…his name on her beautiful lips, he came hard screaming her name, dropping the phone in the process, Buffeeee, he pumped hard, gushing white liquid all over his hand. His head fell back against the head cushion as he struggled to get control of himself.

He realized it was her on the other end of the line and grabbed the phone, Buffy? Are you still there? he asked urgently.

“Yup. Wetter than ever. You know, I thought that was my job. I mean, aren’t I supposed to be doing that?”

“You are. You will. I just needed

“I know. I do the same thing. Well, she laughed into the phone, not exactly the same thing. Of course, I never answer the phone when I do it either. But Angel, you’ve created a problem. I need you. Now.”

“Sorry. I promise to fix the problem when I get there. I’m about forty minutes away.”

“Okay. Pick me up at the mansion.”

“Why?”

“Angel, where do you think I get myself off? I can be loud here, and with those words, his penis began to stand at attention again. He hit the road quickly. Opting for the warmth of her skin, rather than the coolness of his hand.

He drove up the driveway on Crawford Street and ran inside. He was almost two-hundred and fifty, and he was acting like a horny sixteen year-old. Or, rather, like Xander. He saw Buffy sitting near the fireplace in her beautiful pink sundress. You could have lit a fire, you know, he said as she stared back at him.

He looked gorgeous, she thought. A beautiful cream-colored sweater covered his magnificent chest and arms. He had taken her advice and lightened up a little. His body looked in a word stunning. Al though, still not quite as good as when he was naked. Angel, you have something on your pants, suddenly distracted from her face, he looked down at himself. Failing to pull down his pants while masturbating had resulted in him spilling a bit of himself on his pants. Suddenly wishing he had a handkerchief on him the way they always did in the 1700s, he went to wipe the stain away. Buffy stood abruptly, No. Don’t, she said walking over to him with a smile on her face. She knelt down and raised her eyes to his, It’s good for you that I’m a clean freak, it was a complete lie, and they both knew that but barely even cared. She stuck out her little pink tongue and softly glided it up the outside of his pants. Cleaning the cum stain. She continued to lick his pants. The bulge making it increasingly difficult to do a clean sweep. She peered up and ralized his eyes had rolled back in his head. Softly purring at her ministrations. Hmm, she said taking a look in front of her, maybe I need to start from scratch, Angel returned his attention to her.

“I thought we were going to L.A?”

“Is that a complaint?”

“No. In fact, don’t stop.”

Buffy smiled, she could always get him. Continuing on her journey of his body, she unzipped his pants and pulled the botton out of its comfortable hold. Pulling his pants and underwear down his legs, that still felt wet from his earlier escapades, his hard cock sprang free and full of life. She stood back, admiring the view.

“DO you like what you see? Angel asked with an evil grin that stretched across his face.

“I love what I see. Is it just for me?”

“Only you.”

“Good, she said right before gliding her tongue along the shaft. He let out a large moan as he entered her mouth. He wasn’t in the mood for too much foreplay. He felt he had already done that in his car. He wanted to fuck her and fuck her NOW. Even if, for now, that meant her mouth. He held her head and plunged inside her. He could feel the back of her throat as she deep-throated him.

He grunted and groaned as he pushed in and out of her mouth. Making slurping sounds, she retracted her mouth from him and replaced her mouth with her hand. Buffy bent forward and took his balls in her mouth.

“Oh, God baby….just suck me…I need to cum in your mouth Angel needed release. She drove him nuts…literally. She hummed with his balls in her mouth then withdrew once more. She greedily looked at Angel’s glistening cock and plunged it back down her throat. Oh, fuck….yes baby….fuck it…ah….Buffy he pushed harder, tangling his hands in her hair.

She could feel his balls tighten in her hand as she reached up and gripped tightly on his hips with both hands, allowing him to take control of the speed he needed for release. He pumped hard, Buffy…your hand….I need your hand she took her right hand off his hip and used it to pump his shaft. She could taste the pre-cum at the back of her throat as his cock filled with blood. Oh, baby…yes harder…I’m coming Buffy…fuck it…oh….God….Buffeeee, he exploded into her mouth but refused to stop pumping as he shot his cold seed down her throat, yes…so hot….you’re so hot Buffy she swallowed him for all she was worth. His eyes still remained shut as he slowed his pace back down again. Buffy loved the feel of knowing a part of him was inside her. She brought her hand down between her thighs. She had decided to forgo wearing panties under her sundress. There just wasn’t a point. She was soaked. Dripping down to the core.

After coming down, Angel realized they were still wearing far too many clothes. He pulled her up. Taking her away from the ministrations she was performing on herself. That’s my job, he growled as he licked her fingers clean. Buffy smiled as she pulled his sweater over his head, dropping it to the floor. Her fingers lingered on his beautiful hard chest that had just been revealed. He stepped out of his clothes that had been pooled around his ankles, and pulled Buffy into a warm embrace for the first time that night. Tongues twisted and tangled in a beautiful dance together. Pushing his tongue into her mouth, Angel pulled Buffy up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked them over to the fireplace, where she had set down a blanket. He leaned down and placed her on the blanket. He stood once more and stared down at her form. God, you’re beautiful, she turned away blushing. He lowered himself onto the blanket. Hovering over her, he reached out and stroked her face, Shh. Don’t turn away. You are beautiful. This time she smiled. He gently placed a kiss on her forehead and made his way down to her lips, kissing hard and soulful. Expressing all his passion for this one girl in a kiss. He trailed kisses down to her neck and sucked profusely, sure it would leave a hickey in its place. His hand trailed down her thighs and drew her dress up and over her head. He flung the slinky dree to the side, gathering next to his discarded clothes. He couldn’t believe it. She wore no bra or panties. God how he loved this woman.

Angel saw her give a slight shiver and leaned over to the fireplace. He gathered the matched that sat on the cold marble and lit one, throwing it into the massive fireplace. A fire slowly began burning and it picked up momentum with every piece of wood that was in its wake.

Buffy’s breathing deepened as she could feel his hard-again cock against her wetness. Please Angel, she said in a soft voice. Angel wanted to plunge into her already, but his focus was on pleasing her right now. After all, he had already reached a couple of orgasms tonight and she had yet to experience one. At least with him. His tongue traced down her collarbone and rested on her breasts. Gently licking and nibbling each of them. Taking one plump nipple into his mouth, Buffy lifted off the ground seeking more pleasure. Angel softly bit down on the hardened nipple, then licked the area better again. Doing the same to its twin. She tangled her tiny hands in his dark hair, keep in him in place. As if he wanted to be anywhere else. Oh, Angel…that feels so good she tried to grind up against him, longing to feel him inside her. HE let a hand roam down to her nest of curls, ignoring the little nub that stood out to be noticed. He inserted a finger into her heat as she ground into him. oh…so good Angel…that feels so good He gently pushed his finger in and out of her, feeling her wetness coat his finger an dripping down his hand. Angel? she called innocently.

“Yes baby, he said as he continued to suckle her breasts.

“Please….I need your tongue….want to feel tongue.”

Angel took his mouth away from her breast and gazed his beautiful chocolate eyes into her glorious hazel ones. Where do you want my tongue, sweetheart? He nuzzled her, then looked at her again, What do you want me to do?”

He continued penetrating her with his finger, as she spoke in a pleading voice, Uh…eat me….please, she asked, please she repeated. It was one of her favorite things. He had such a gift for going down on her. She would often have to push him away after the tenth shattering orgasm he would give her, just by using his tongue. It would just become too painful.

“O.K, baby,: he whispered as he traced his tongue down her abdomen, stopping to kiss and nibble along the way. He made his way down to the place she longed for him the most. Her sopping wet core was waiting for him. Angel inhaled her scent, Fuck baby, you smell good enough to eat, he lifted her legs so that they rested on his shoulders. He retracted his finger from her and dipped his head down, giving one long lick from her anus, right up to her clit.

Buffy came off the floor, OH GOD! she screamed, arching up, losing his face between her thighs. His hands went beneath her bottom. Holding her up, he took one hand away and placed a finger back inside. Oh, yes…Angel…I need with that he plunged in a second finger, then a third. As his fingers continued on her tight entrance, his tongue made its way to her hard nub. First licking it, then sucking it into his mouth. I’m coming Angel…oh fuck…. He bit lightly on her clit and Buffy screamed in ecstasy, coating his face with her juices, which only made him lap it up faster. As the world exploded around her, Angel withdrew his fingers and softly licked her clit better as he held her until her breathing started to slow. He quickly got up, and knowing she was still riding the last waves of her orgasm, sheathed himself into her wet heat, Oh, fuck, she screamed.

“Yes, baby. Come for me again. Only for me.”

“Yes, Buffy panted, only for you

He placed his hand to where they were joined and stroked and pinched her clit. They thrust into one another at burning speed. Panting profusely as sweat pours off them both. Buffy grabs Angel and turns them over. Riding him, and moaning his name as her hand are placed firmly on his chest. Angel places his hands on her waist, slamming her down on his cock.

Angel loves being on top. He loves overpowering her. After all, it is the only time he actually could. She could easily kick his ass in a fight, and certainly would never let anyone else take control. Only him. But watching her pleasure herself on his body was priceless. He also knew he had a beautiful view of her this way. Are you going to cum for me baby?”

“Yes, she said riding him hard, lowering herself to kiss him hard. Tongues dueling as he flipped them back over, penetrating her with such force and strength. He left her mouth to entrap a nipple between his teeth, still pinching her clit, she screamed, Angel…I’m almost….there

“Do it baby. Come for me, he said between thrusts, say my name Buffy, he was close now too. He was always on the verge around her. But when he’d cum this time, it had to be with her, as he kept inching her along to her crisis.

“Angel…fuck me….harder….Angel”

“Yessss! Angel pinched sharply on her clit as she neared orgasm, morphing into his vampiric visage, as he bit into her breast, they both came in a thundering motion. Pushing themselves closer together as they clutched one another tight. As they started to calm, Angel licked the tiny puncture wounds on her breast tenderly. He rolled them over so that she lay on top.

“Hmm, that was nice, Buffy said as she placed a kiss on his chest.

“To put it mildly.”

“Ok. It was fucking amazing, she said looking up to him with a big smile, but then, it’s always fucking amazing.”

Angel smiled, Ah, flattery will get you everywhere, he stretched slightly, we should get going, I mean, he looked down at her, if you still feel like getting out of Sunnydale?”

“Absolutely. A few days without demons and slaying duties. And Giles and Mom on my back. Wouldn’t miss that. And of course, she said with a sly grin, I have a few things up my sleeve for us anyway, realizing she was naked and wasn’t wearing anything that had sleeves, she added, I mean, in my bag.”

“Good. I have a few things in my bag too.”

“Hmm. Can’t wait, Buffy said with sleepy eyes.

“Neither can I.”

THE END….for now

Chapter 14 Descent into Darkness

Dusk had fallen by the time Jacen and Star reached the outskirts of the Jedi Temple. They lingered in the shadows, watching as students and Jedi came and went from the main steps leading to the temple entrance.

“We’ll never get to my apartment unseen through the main entrance,” Star said, poking her head out to get a better look. “There’s too much traffic going in and out.”

“Is there some sort of back door?” Jacen asked.

“Yes,” she replied, thinking. “But we’ll have to use some ladders and such. It’s a service entrance. You’ll need both hands.”

“I don’t know if she’ll be able to handle it,” Jacen said, nodding to Liana, who was still whimpering in his arms.

“She’ll have to,” Star said. She leaned forward, speaking softly in Liana’s ear. “Liana? Sweetie, we need you to stand up. Can you do that?”

“I want it,” Liana moaned, sweat beading on her forehead as she struggled with herself. “I want to come.”

“I know you do, baby,” Star whispered, caressing the girl’s cheek gently. “I know it’s hard, but I need you to focus. Focus on my voice. Can you stand up?”

Liana hesitantly swung herself down as Jacen released her from his arms. Her bare feet touched the ground lightly and she stumbled, falling forward into Star’s waiting support. Liana slowly pushed off against Star’s body, standing unsteadily on shaky legs.

“That’s it,” Star encouraged her, offering an arm for support as Jacen did the same. “We need to walk this way, okay? We’ll take it slow lean on us whenever you need support.”

The trio slowly made their way around the perimeter of the Temple, carefully avoiding contact with any Jedi.

“Jacen.,” Liana moaned softly as they walked along. “I.”

“Shhhh,” Jacen shushed her. “Save your strength. You’re not well.”

“No,” she insisted, tightening her grip on his arm. “I want. you.”

“I know, Liana, I know,” he said. “But we can’t. It won’t help the situation.”

“We’re almost there Liana,” Star interrupted, drawing her attention to a nearby door. “We just have to go through there. Can you do that for me?”

Liana nodded slowly, her cloudy blue eyes fixing on the door. She groaned as the group advanced forward, her breaths quick and shallow. Jacen felt bad for the girl it almost sounded as if she were in pain. For all he knew, she might have been. When they reached the door, Star slid it open by hand to reveal a dark shaft, lit sporadically with dim lights. A ladder ran straight up one wall.

“I seem to be using these a lot today,” Star joked, gesturing to the ladder. “This is our way up it’s a service shaft for repairing the elevators in this part of the building.”

“I can’t,” Liana said weakly. “I just.”

“Liana, you can do this,” Star said, looking into the girl’s eyes. “Jacen and I will both be right here. It’s not far, we just need to get up a floor or two and then we can take the elevator. Can you try?”

“I. I’ll try,” the girl replied, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Star led the way up the ladder first, followed by Liana. Jacen brought up the rear, keeping a watchful eye on Liana as she struggled along. They paused several times for the weakened girl to catch her breath. He could not help noticing that the cloak draped over Liana’s shoulders did nothing to obscure his view of her from below. Her soft, rounded buttocks and her swollen pussy lips were on display for him as she climbed. A small trickle of wetness dripped down her thigh slowly, evidence of her continued arousal despite her predicament. Jacen felt himself stirring in his pants but shook off the feeling, trying to remain focused on the task at hand. After what seemed like an eternity, Star opened a door above her and climbed off the ladder.

“You’re almost there Liana,” she called down. “Just a little bit more!”

Star stuck out her hand, just out of Liana’s reach. The blonde girl strained and stretched to grab hold, but as she did her foot slipped and she began sliding downward.

“Jacen! Grab her!” Star shouted.

Jacen quickly locked one arm around the ladder and reached up with the other, catching Liana high up on her left thigh. She continued to slip down until his fingers were digging into her fleshy ass cheek, with her legs dangling on either side of his arm. Liana moaned and pressed her weight down on his hand, feeling him sink into her flesh.

“Oh Liana, not now,” Jacen said softly.

She ignored him, spreading her legs as his fingers slipped between them and pressed against her soaking wet opening. Her juices coated the entire area, causing a finger or two to slide right into her waiting pussy. She moaned again, feeling hot flesh at last enter her.

“Liana, you have to stop!” Jacen shouted, as he felt his grip on the ladder start to weaken. “I can’t hang here forever!”

“Liana, focus!” Star called down, extending her arm as far as possible. “Grab my hand!”

“But it feels so good,” the blonde girl whimpered, feeling Jacen’s fingers deep in her vagina.

“I know sweetie,” Star said, softening her voice. “But Jacen can’t hold on. We need to get you up here.”

Reluctantly, Liana grabbed onto the ladder and pulled herself upward. She cried out as Jacen’s fingers popped out of her, immediately replaced with the all-too-familiar feeling of emptiness. Her sex separated from his hand with a wet slurp, leaving trails of wetness trickling down his wrist. She struggled weakly as Star pulled her up onto the floor, where both women tumbled back and fell into a pile. Liana rolled over onto her back on the fuzzy carpeted floor, lying in a heap with her cloak open and chest heaving, whimpering softly to herself as her fingers dove to her clitoris, rubbing it in small circles. Star pushed herself back up to her feet, looking around to make sure nobody was in the hallway as Jacen appeared from within the service shaft.

“We need to get her up,” Star said, helping Jacen to his feet.

They walked over to Liana, who was now thrashing and squirming about as she plunged her fingers in and out of her dripping core.

“Please Jacen,” she begged, her flawless smooth skin covered with a thin layer of sweat. “I want you so badly. Just one time I just need to feel you in me!”

“She’s getting worse,” Jacen said softly to Star, as the two leaned down to lift Liana from the floor.

“Can you carry her?” Star asked. “The elevator is right down this hall.”

Liana let out a yelp as Jacen hoisted her over his shoulder, her rounded ass resting firmly against his hand and forearm as they walked down the hall. She continued to beg and moan quietly as they waited for the elevator. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the lift arrived and the doors slid open to reveal thankfully an empty car. The group stepped in and the doors closed behind them.

Once inside, Jacen set Liana down on her feet. She kept her arms wrapped around his neck, slowly and firmly pressing her body against his as the elevator climbed the floors. She slipped one of his legs between her thighs, groaning as she worked her hips back and forth, rubbing her aching sex against the muscles of his leg.

“You have to fight it Liana,” Star chided her, grasping the girl’s hips in an effort to restrain her motions. “You can’t let this beat you.”

“I. I can’t,” Liana replied, the unadulterated lust in her eyes temporarily showing a hint of fear. “It’s too much. I feel so empty.”

She suddenly clutched her lower abdomen in both hands, as if in pain. She fell to her knees, hunching over for several moments before looking up at Jacen, her eyes welling with tears yet simultaneously burning in the flames of her primal passion.

“Please,” she growled, her voice deep and husky. “Fuck me!”

Without warning she leapt up at him, slamming him against the wall and tearing frantically at his clothing. She pulled his robes open roughly, the sound of ripping fabric echoing loudly in the small car. She began licking and kissing his bare chest hungrily as her hands snaked down to his pants, where they were stopped by Star’s firm grip.

“Let me go!” the blonde girl cried fiercely, thrashing her arms about, trying to break free.

“Liana, stop!” Star said assertively, standing firm. “You’re not helping yourself!”

Jacen jumped back into the fray, wrapping his arms tightly around Liana’s torso, just below her heaving breasts. She jumped slightly as she felt his touch on her bare skin and his hot breath on her neck, before pushing back against him, pressing her back to his chest and rubbing her ass against his crotch. Despite the obvious struggle, Jacen felt his cock responding to her soft buttocks. He bit down on his lip as he struggled to restrain her and the stirring in his pants. She moaned loudly, having felt his awakening member despite his best efforts. It seemed to work in his favor, however, as she quickly gave up the struggle and collapsed against him, weakly raising one arm and curling her fingers into the hair at the back of his neck. She leaned against him for support, rubbing her ass up and down against his erection and mewling quietly in the back of her throat. Her previous ferocity disappeared as she again succumbed to the weakness that her arousal seemed to induce.

“I guess this is the best we’re going to get,” Star said, finally releasing the girl’s wrists.

The elevator came to a halt on the top floor of the complex, and the door slid open to an empty hallway. Star led the way out as Jacen swept Liana back up into his arms. She held onto his neck loosely, kissing and sucking on his skin as they walked down the hall toward Star’s apartment. He tried to remain calm, but the attention she was giving him had definitely gotten to him, threatening to draw out the lust she had so effectively aroused in him earlier in the day. His hand crept up her thigh as he carried her, fingers exploring the smooth, soft skin that lined the path to her more private treasures. She looked up at him, her eyes begging for him to touch her. He hesitated; he was so close he could feel the heat radiating from her.

‘Please,’ she mouthed, pleading to him.

He looked at her uncertainly before sliding his hand away, back to a place behind her knees.

‘I’m sorry,’ he mouthed back.

When they reached the apartment door, Star keyed the security code. The door slid open and they walked in to find Cora in the living room, dressed only in a loosely tied bathrobe. The room was dim, the only light coming from a few lit candles scattered about.

“Are you bringing home strays now, darling?” Cora asked, seeing the group come in. She eyed the two students carefully, recognizing Jacen from her class. “Hello, Jacen. It’s good to see you here. And who’s the lovely blonde? I’d love to get a piece of her.”

“Unfortunately we can’t do that,” Star interrupted.

Jacen set Liana down on the couch while Star explained the situation to Cora. As the two instructors talked, he sat on the edge of the couch cushions and brushed Liana’s disheveled hair from her face. She grabbed his hand and held it to her face, brushing her cheek against his palm. She continued to hold his hand, guiding it down over her neck. She arched her back as his hand brushed over her collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts. She pulled his hand over one breast, and then the other. He began to knead her soft flesh gently, eliciting a sigh from her lips. She let go of his hand, allowing him to continue on his own. He squeezed her mounds, massaging them. Her hand slipped down to rub his thigh, working its way toward his crotch. He groaned quietly as she found the swollen head of his cock through his pants, squeezing it and stroking it in her palm. He began pinching her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and finger. Eventually she grabbed his wrist again, pulling his hand further down her body. He drifted over her soft stomach and pubic region. She let him go as he neared her pussy and his hand continued onward, guided by instinct.

“Yes,” she whispered, spreading her thighs for him. “Yes.”

Her grip tightened around his erection as she anticipated his touch. He closed his eyes as he began to pant, his fingers moving as if they had a mind of their own. They crawled up her thigh, tickling the smooth, soft skin. She continued to sigh and whisper, parting her legs more and more as she felt him draw closer. Then, in one movement, his fingers slipped between her swollen pussy lips, surrounding themselves in her moist heat. She stifled a cry as she felt his fingertips probing her entrance, dripping in her wetness. Her hips began to move back and forth slowly underneath the cloak that covered her like a blanket. She caressed his hardness through his pants, stroking up and down its length as best she could. Her mouth fell open as she began drawing breath in short, quick gasps. She rubbed the head of his cock with her thumb as his fingers found her clit, slowly teasing the tight nub of sensitive flesh. Their eyes locked as they fumbled their way toward ecstasy, enjoying each others’ touch. But before they could get there, they were snapped back to reality by Star’s voice.

“So it’s decided then we’ll let Liana stay in Cora’s bedroom and she’ll sleep with me.”

“Not like that doesn’t happen anyway,” Cora snickered quietly.

Star shot the gorgeous redhead a look a warning, mostly, but Cora also recognized it as a sign of “punishment” to come once the situation was resolved.

“Jacen?” Star asked, looking at the young man. “Can you move Liana to Cora’s room while we get together some bedding? We’ll put some pillows and blankets on the couch for you, if you want to stay.”

Jacen looked back down at Liana, who shook her head. He knew she wanted to just continue to orgasm, but his mind was back in control and he couldn’t let her do it. He reluctantly pulled his hand away from her vagina and lifted her up in his arms, carrying her to the bedroom. Star and Cora followed shortly with some sheets and pillows for the bed.

“No, please,” Liana begged as he set her on the bed and walked for the door. “Please, just let me come!”

“Hey, shhhh, it’s okay,” Cora said, trying to comfort the girl as she laid out the pillows. “Just sleep now, babe. Things will be better in the morning.”

Cora placed a gentle kiss on Liana’s forehead before leaving the room with Star and Jacen. Even as the door closed behind them, they could hear Liana moaning in frustration.

“That poor girl,” Cora said, looking back at the closed door. “Shouldn’t we just help get her off?”

“If only it were that easy,” Star replied, leading the group into her bedroom. “It’ll just make her hungry for more. We have to let her wait this out, at least this once. It’ll hopefully get easier the next time.”

Star walked across the room to the closet, shedding clothes as she went. Cora did the same, dropping her robe to reveal her entirely nude body.

“You can change into something else too, Jacen,” Star said, pulling a spare bathrobe from the closet and tossing it to him.

She then stepped out of her pants, standing before him in only her bra and panties. Jacen swallowed hard and stripped of his clothes as well.

“Looks like somebody’s hard,” Cora giggled, turning down the sheets on Star’s bed. “You horny, Jacen?”

“I. well. what do you expect, when I’m in a room as two beautiful, scantily-clad women?” he asked.

“Don’t forget the horny blonde next door,” Cora said, walking up to him and taking his erection into her hand, caressing it gently. “You do have a nice cock. Can he stay and play, Star?”

“I don’t think any of us should do any playing, actually,” Star said, even as her bra fell to the floor to reveal her firm, erect nipples. “We’re supposed to be helping Liana, not taunting her.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Cora said, leaning down to place a kiss on the tip of Jacen’s erection. “You take me into your bed, naked, and expect us not to fool around?”

“Just tonight,” Star said, taking Cora’s hand and lifting it from the young man’s shaft. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Cora looked back at Jacen shrugged.

“Maybe next time, stud.”

“I’m sorry to get you all worked up like this,” Star apologized, looking longingly at the hardness standing straight out from between his legs. “Sometimes I forget that others don’t get to see Cora and myself naked regularly. You’ve done me proud with your restraint, though. I doubt even some Jedi Masters could show the self-control you’ve shown today. You should get some rest though. The bathroom is in the hallway there’s a door to it from this room and from Liana’s, so be sure to lock all three if you need privacy. You can wake me or Cora if you need anything tonight.”

Jacen left the room and walked down the hallway, hesitating for a moment by Liana’s door. He could hear her voice on the other side, moaning it almost sounded like she was crying. He could tell she was suffering. The feeling was unimaginable to him, to be constantly aroused with no way to satiate the hunger. Somehow, either through the Force or her increased arousal, or both, she sensed his presence outside her door.

“Jacen?” she cried out, distraught. “Jacen please! I need you!”

“I’m sorry Liana,” he said softly, before turning away.

Before he could get very far, he felt a surge of lust rising in him. His already-hard cock became even harder, poking through the front of his robe as his breathing quickened and his pulse raced. Images of Liana’s nude body flashed through his mind her breasts, her tempting ass cheeks, and her wet pussy spread wide, waiting for him. He clenched his fists, trying to steady himself as he felt himself become light-headed. He knew what he was experiencing was most likely her doing. She was using the connection between them to flood his mind with lust, hoping (albeit subconsciously) to lure him in.

“Easy, Jacen,” he said to himself, leaning against the wall for support. “Control yourself.”

At that precise moment, Liana’s mental assault stepped itself up a notch. His ears began to echo with her voice, her moans and her sounds of pleasure. He heard her moaning his name, whimpering, moaning. He groaned as his penis twitched, oozing pre-come. He had a weakness for hearing the sounds of an aroused woman. Somehow, he managed to make it to the couch in the living room, shedding the robe and collapsing onto the sheets and pillows the women had laid out for him. He held his erection in his hand, feeling it throb as Liana’s grasp on his mind slowly began to weaken and fade. Exhaustion soon set in, and he fell asleep with his fingers still curled loosely around his shaft.

As he slept, his dreams were a vast myriad of sexual images and sensations. Women he’d never met before, or even seen before, drifted in and out of his mind’s eye, completely naked. Each one stopped to lick, caress, or otherwise tease his already aroused body, causing his lust to skyrocket. When he finally woke up, his hair was matted and damp from his sweat. He had kicked almost all of the sheets to the floor, sprawling out naked on the couch. But waking up didn’t cause the sensations of his dream to go away; instead, they intensified.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked down his body, seeing a full head of auburn hair bobbing up and down slowly. Cora’s lips were wrapped around his hard shaft, and her tongue was swirling around the engorged tip as she swallowed his full length over and over again.

“Mmmmmm,” she whimpered softly, mostly to herself, as she enjoyed the length of his member between her lips. “Mmmm. mmm.”

“Cora?”

She looked up with a start when she heard his voice, and immediately moved to lift her lips from his cock. His hands shot down quickly, though, fingers entangling in her hair as he thrust his sex back into her hot, wet mouth.

“Mmmmph!” she cried, muffled as his erection pushed through her lips.

She adapted quickly, her adept tongue and lips going back to work on his shaft. The surprise faded from her eyes, replaced with lust as she took him deep into her mouth, until her nose and lips pressed against his shaved pelvis. Her throat muscles fluttered gently around the tip of his cock as she licked the underside. She then slid her lips slowly up the length of his moistened hardness, feeling a droplet of pre-come roll smoothly onto her tongue as she kissed the very tip.

“Hey handsome,” she whispered after popping his cock out of her mouth.

“What a way to wake up,” he moaned, looking down at his cock, which stood straight up in the dim light of the room, glistening with her saliva.

“I couldn’t help myself,” she told him, taking him into her hand and gently caressing him. “This whole apartment is. the lust here is so thick you can taste it. I came out for a glass of water, but I saw that glorious hard-on of yours and couldn’t resist.”

She giggled softly as she watched him lift his hips off the couch, slowly thrusting in and out of her moist palm as if it were a vagina.

“It looks like Star is the only one in this apartment who is still staying in control,” she observed, moving her hand faster along his shaft. “I swear, I think I even heard the neighbors getting it on. I’m so fucking wet.”

“As you can see, I have a similar problem.”

She got to her feet at the side of the couch, holding her breasts in her hands. She sighed as she gently massaged her firm globes, pinching her nipples between her fingers.

“I won’t tell her if you won’t,” she moaned, her eyes half shut.

“Won’t tell what?” he asked.

“This.”

She placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him against the cushions of the couch as she swung one leg over his waist, straddling him. Her naked body hovered above him, giving him a view of every curve as she brought her wet pussy lips down to the tip of his rock hard penis.

“I just need a quick fuck,” she said, her breathing shallow as she rubbed the tip of his cock along the length of her slit. “Just something to wear me out a bit, so I can sleep.”

“You’ll get no objections out of me,” he gasped, reaching up and wrapping his arms around her warm body, pulling her down. “Let’s do this.”

“Oh, thank the Force. yes,” she moaned, letting him slide up in between her labia.

His tip found her wet opening easily, sliding in slowly, stretching her around him. They melded together effortlessly as he slipped into her dripping tunnel, which wrapped around him tightly like a sheath. She shuddered as she pressed against the base of his cock, feeling her wetness coat his shaft and trickle out from between them. His skin became slick with her moisture, and her shaved pussy lips began to slide along his smooth skin.

The two lovers had just begun to move in unison, enjoying their experience, when they heard Star’s voice from the back of the apartment.

“Jacen?” she called out. “I think I may need your help with Liana.”

“Damn,” Cora whispered, still riding his cock. “Sounds like I don’t get to have any fun after all you might, though.”

She bounced up and down on him a few more times before climbing off of him, and he followed her off the couch.

“I’ll be right there, Star,” he said, quickly pulling on his robe.

Cora grabbed him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, slapping his ass playfully as she hurried him down the hall. He stopped as he passed the door to Liana’s room, which was propped open. He could see the busty blonde thrashing back and forth on the bed. The atmosphere of the room was heavy with lust and the smell of feminine arousal. Star was in the room, standing naked at the foot of the bed.

“Jacen, come in,” she said when she saw him, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion. “You might as well leave the robe on the floor.”

He did as she was told, dropping the thin garment onto the ground before joining her.

“I’ve been trying to calm her down all night,” Star said. “The lust is getting to her, driving her insane. I’ve tried using a vibrator on her, but she just grabs it and plays with it until she comes. It doesn’t help it just makes things worse. It’s the same with oral sex.”

“What can I do?” Jacen asked.

“She seems to have a craving for a man real flesh and blood. Her lust seems to be able to discern a toy from the real thing. I want you to give her what she wants.”

“But I thought that just makes things worse,” he said, confused by Star’s plan.

“I don’t want you to fuck her, Jacen,” she explained. “I want you to let her take you inside of her but don’t move, and don’t let her fuck you either. We obviously can’t just cut her off from sex maybe we just need to take it in smaller steps.”

“So we want to let her get used to having a man without having. wild sex?”

“Yes,” Star replied, rubbing her eyes sleepily. “We want to temper her appetite for sex, little by little. You’ll have to be more aggressive in controlling her she’ll fight you with everything she’s got.”

“I understand,” he told her, his still-excited member starting to strain again.

“I’ll be in the next room if she gets too difficult.”

Star gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the doorway, where Cora was waiting.

“Are you sure this is the best idea?” the redhead asked her naked lover.

“No,” Star confessed, walking into Cora’s arms and resting her head on the redhead’s shoulder. “But I’m exhausted, and this is the only thing I can think of short of sedatives. We’ll leave them for awhile if things get out of hand, we can come back.”

The two women took one look back at the bed as Jacen climbed onto it gently, careful not to disturb the exhausted but desperate blonde lying curled up on her side. Cora and Star took their leave, shutting the door behind them. Once the two women were gone, Jacen slowly positioned himself behind Liana, sliding his arms around her waist. She whimpered softly at his touch, a trace of uncertainty in the otherwise sexual sound.

“Hey,” he said quietly, sliding his legs up against hers and pressing his chest to her back. “It’s just me.”

She whimpered again, more urgent this time. She pressed back against him, gasping and moaning when she felt his hard rod brush against her soft ass cheeks. She immediately angled her hips, pushing back against him to position herself.

“Easy, easy,” he whispered, steadying her frantic hips with his hands. “No hurry tonight.”

“I just want it inside,” she moaned, speaking for the first time since he had entered the room. “I want to be fucked.”

“You’re going to have me inside, don’t worry.”

Her hot, moist entrance was already touching him. Had it not been for his firm grasp on her hips, she would have already stabbed his hard shaft deep into her aching sex. Still holding her steady, he pushed gently against her tight opening. She stretched and slid around his swollen cock head with no resistance whatsoever, her abundant wetness forming a slick seal on the surface of his cock. Her muscles squeezed and tugged on him, trying to draw him into her. He surrendered himself to the convulsions and warmth of her vagina, feeling his length slowly slide into the hot, damp channel as it molded around him. He closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure her velvety walls sent shooting through his body. It wasn’t until he felt the mounds of her buttocks bumping and grinding against his hips that he opened his eyes, grabbing her hips and pushing against her motions. She moaned and whimpered, pushing harder against his resistance.

“No, Liana, stop stop doing that,” he whispered, fighting his own body’s desire to thrust into her as she pushed back on him.

“Don’t want to,” she gasped. “Can’t. feels so good.”

“Liana, stop,” he commanded, more sternly than before. “We can’t do this.”

“Yes we can,” she insisted, her voice thick and dripping with lust. “We can fuck. because we want to. Nothing can stop us.”

“I can,” he replied.

He grasped her hips and pulled away from her, removing his cock from her pussy in one motion. She cried out as the thick tip escaped the clenching grasp of her inner muscles.

“No!” she cried, pushing back against his hands. “Please, put it back in!”

“You have to promise me that you’ll do as I tell you,” he said, rubbing the tip of his cock against her labia. “You have to promise that you won’t try to make yourself come on my cock. Can you promise me that?”

“Yes, yes,” she whimpered. “Yes, just let me have it inside.”

“All right, then.”

He slowly began to immerse his member in her wetness again, struggling with himself to prevent his hands from trembling. He could not deny that he wanted nothing more than to slam his cock hard, deep into her yearning sex, giving her exactly what she wanted. He wanted to feel her soft walls convulsing and clamping down around him as he made her come again and again, but he knew that the lust was something she imposed onto him and into his mind. He could hear her moaning and whimpering softly as he slid into her, and he couldn’t help but let out a moan himself.

“Does it feel good?” she asked sweetly, looking back at him over her shoulder. “Does my pussy feel good around your cock?”

“Yes,” he replied through clenched teeth, his fingers digging firmly into the soft flesh of her buttocks.

He closed his eyes, averting them from the piercing stare of her innocent blue-eyes, opened wide as she looked back at him. The naïvet he saw in them reminded him of Eryn, but he knew Liana was not being genuine.

‘It’s another trick,’ he reminded himself. ‘Trying to lure me into doing what she wants. You have to ignore her.’

He lied there, trying to steady himself in spite of the warm, wet bliss that enveloped every inch of his throbbing member. His own cock was betraying him, twitching occasionally inside her hot tunnel, eliciting little yelps and giggles from her.

“You do want me!” she laughed, giggling again, as if it was all new to her.

‘Don’t say anything,’ he chided himself. ‘Don’t let her know how much.’

“I want you,” he heard himself saying, his voice stuck in the back of his throat.

‘Why did you say that?’ his inner voice scolded.

“Well if you want me, why don’t you take me?” she asked.

“Because. I. we.” he struggled with the words, his mouth parched dry. “We just can’t.”

“I won’t tell anybody,” she replied. “I don’t want to get us in any sort of trouble either.”

He opened his mouth again, trying to explain to her yet again that she wasn’t herself, but the words wouldn’t form. As had happened earlier, she was slowly winning the struggle of wills, her overbearing lust crowding out any other thoughts from his brain. The fact that she had begun wiggling her ass cheeks against his hips wasn’t helping. The sweet aroma of her arousal barraging his senses made things even worse.

“Please stop,” he said gruffly, weakly grabbing her hips as the soft mounds of her ass brushed back and forth against him.

“Why?” she asked, placing her hands on his and easily lifting them from her. “It’s not as if we’re. fucking.”

Her voice dropped to a hushed whisper as she emphasized the word “fucking”, as if it were some sort of taboo.

“You look disappointed,” she continued, still teasing him with her ass cheeks. “Do you wish we were fucking? Do you want to fuck this sweet, wet pussy with your big, hard cock?”

“Yes!” he blurted out, before he realized what he was saying. “I mean. no, no, no, I don’t. I can’t.”

“Yes you can, Jacen,” she said, beginning now to rock herself back and forth on his stiff member. “It’s your life. You’re in control, just like I am. We can do this if we want to.”

“No, we can’t.”

His voice was weak now, his grip even weaker. She could sense that he was almost at her mercy.

“Shhhhh,” she chided, nudging him a few times with her shoulder until he gave away, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him, facing toward his feet. “Just lie back and let me do all the work.”

She leaned forward, grabbing onto his legs just above his knees. She began to rock gently back and forth on him, feeling his thick rod driving deep into her. His hands crept back up to her hips, hesitantly grabbing onto her and pulling her against him.

“That’s it,” she moaned, looking over her shoulder at him. “You’re liking this, aren’t you?”

She picked up the pace, lifting herself up along the length of his shaft and dropping back down onto him. She felt him pulling against her movements, trying to stop her from doing what she was doing.

“Baby, I thought we were past that point.”

She was cut off when he pulled her down onto him and started bucking his hips up and down furiously, slamming himself into her over and over again with short, hard strokes.

“Oh!” she gasped, feeling torrent after torrent of chills run up her spine. “Ooohh!”

She let her body go limp, bouncing back and forth, up and down in rhythm with his movements. Each impact of his hips with her ass sent gentle ripples through her flesh. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, coupling with his grunts and her moans. Her ample buttocks and breasts jiggled and bounced freely as she tossed her head back and forth, her sweat-drenched blonde hair whipping around while she thrashed about on his cock. They were so enthralled, engulfed by their passion that they did not even respond when Star and Cora barged into the room.

“Jacen! Liana! Stop this right now!” Star cried, as the two women ran toward the young couple.

The two lovers ignored the intrusion, fucking each other into a frenzy of sweat, skin, and wetness. Liana growled deep in her throat, savoring the feeling of Jacen’s swollen cock head spearing into her. It was not until she felt a hand on her back that she realized someone was attempting to separate her from the cock that was deliciously buried inside of her. She lashed out blindly with one hand, scratching Cora’s bare arm and drawing blood. The redhead gave a cry as she stumbled backward, managing to pull Liana off of Jacen before tripping and falling to the floor. Star grabbed Jacen by the shoulders, pulling him off the bed and away from Liana. The two fell backward to the floor in a human pile, and Cora hurried to them shakily to help them to their feet.

“Jacen, what’s gotten into you?” Star asked, as the young man struggled against her grasp.

“I can’t. I want her.,” he mumbled, trying to pull away.

“He wants to fuck me,” Liana declared from the bed, lifting herself to her hands and knees and glaring at the two women. “Give him to me. Let me make him moan while he fills my pussy with hot come.”

“You know we can’t do that,” Cora said, as she and Star held Jacen behind their bodies.

Liana turned her lusty gaze to Jacen, catching his glassy eyes with hers.

“Jacen, darling, you want to be with me, don’t you?” she asked seductively.

“I.”

“You want to put that hard, aching cock into my sweet, wet pussy, don’t you?”

Jacen’s member jerked as she spoke the words, releasing a shimmering droplet of pre-come from its narrow slit.

“Yes, I do,” he said, as if in a trance.

“You see?” Liana said to the two women. “He wants me. I want him.”

“Please,” Jacen chimed in, struggling against Cora and Star. “Let me have her, just this once.”

“I’m sorry,” Star said, holding the young man back. “We just can’t.”

Liana suddenly raised her voice to a shout, full of frustration and anger.

“He’s mine!” she cried, as her eyes flared red. “Give him to me now!”

Coils of red energy appeared from thin air and wrapped around her naked body, racing along the contours of her feminine curves. Several arcs shot from her body toward the three others in the room. Star and Cora raised their arms, throwing up invisible Force barriers to shield them from the assault. The air seemed to ripple and distort, glowing red as the red beams clashed with the Force shields. The air in the room mobilized into powerful currents that tore open the flimsy robes worn by Cora and Star as their wills battled Liana’s lust for sex. Star grunted and strained her mind as she stood her ground, but Cora’s shield slowly began to give away.

“I can’t. hold it!” the redhead cried desperately over the sound of the noise that filled the room. “Star!”

Star looked over at her lover just as Cora’s shield cracked and shattered. With one last cry, the red-haired beauty was struck head-on by the red energy beams, which immediately threw her back against the wall as they began snaking their way up her legs.

“Cora!” Star yelled out as her lover fell.

In that moment of distraction, her Force shield diminished enough for Liana’s attack to break through, and she too was thrown back. The red arcs now engulfed the two women as well as Jacen, who made no effort to defend himself. He stood, almost motionless, as the beams coiled up his legs, around his erect penis, and over the rest of his body. As the coils reached his fingertips he finally moved, raising one hand in front of his face to look curiously at the energy now covering his body. Star and Cora, now slightly recovered from being thrown against the wall, also looked at each other, their exposed bodies covered in glowing red tentacles of energy.

“I expected it to hurt,” Star said, absently touching her stomach with her hand, watching the flow of energy wrap around her.

“I don’t understand,” Cora replied. “Is this some sort of. ooohhh!”

Cora’s eyes suddenly grew wide and her entire body tensed. She arched her back abruptly, curling her fingers and toes tightly. Her lips parted, letting out a deep, guttural moan.

“Cora, what’s wrong?” Star asked, concerned for her partner’s well-being. “What’s happening? Let me help. oh. I.”

She too lost her words as the feeling swept through her. As her eyes began to cloud she looked down at her legs, seeing the coils of red surge up her soft thighs to attack her vagina. She moaned and whimpered as she immediately became wet, torrents of moisture drenching her pussy walls. Her nipples tightened into tiny peaks and her breathing became shallow.

“What. is she doing. to us?” Star gasped, reaching out desperately with both hands, fingers curling into the short carpet.

She got no response from Cora, who was already past the point of no return. The redhead was thrashing, writhing on the floor, her thighs glistening from the wetness that trickled steadily from her aroused sex, dripping down the cleft of her ass. Her hips bucked wildly as every muscle in her body went tense. The burning in her lower abdomen grew and grew, charging headlong toward the inevitable.

“Star!” Cora gasped, reaching out blindly until she found her lover’s fingers with her own. “Star! Ohhhhh!”

Her fingers meshed with Star’s as she cried out in passion, flying over the edge of ecstasy. Star, too was beginning to lose control as pleasure assaulted her body. She was barely conscious of her surroundings, and of Jacen, who still stood before her.

“Jacen,” she moaned weakly, her voice unintentionally dripping with lust. “Jacen.”

But he couldn’t hear her. His eyes were locked on Liana’s, as she sprawled out for him on all fours, filling the room with sexual energy. She slowly licked her full, soft lips, never removing her gaze from his. He moaned, feeling the intense orgasm building up inside of him. His cock throbbed like it had never done before. His testicles felt like they were on the verge of exploding, so full of come that needed to be released. And he knew exactly where he wanted it to go.

Suddenly, the flow of energy in the room reversed. The red arcs dissipated from their bodies. Liana closed her eyes, panting, as she lifted herself up onto her knees. Jacen looked around him as Star’s and Cora’s moans of passion died away, gradually replaced by cries of pain as arcs of energy shot from their bodies to Liana’s, seeking out the blonde girl’s breasts and vagina. Liana moaned and fell forward as passion and lust coursed through her. Her body began to move of its own accord, her upraised ass thrusting back and forth, as if being taken from behind.

“Aaahh!” she cried, as she raised her head to lock her lusty gaze on Jacen. “Fuck me!”

Star and Cora writhed in pain on the floor, their orgasmic bliss draining away as Liana’s body fed off their passion.

“Liana, please,” Star moaned weakly, fighting off the blackness that threatened to overcome her.

Liana did not respond. As more and more energy surged toward her body, her jaw fell slack. Through narrowly opened eyes she stared at the young man standing before her, his cock standing straight out from his body.

“I saved you,” the blonde whimpered, moving her body seductively, sexily, putting on a show for the young man as she raced toward orgasm. “I saved that hard cock. for me. Come, fuck me.”

Jacen glanced back at the two women on the floor. Cora’s resistance had all but faded. Star was too weak to continue lifting her head.

“No,” Star whispered to him. “Don’t. give in.”

“Don’t listen to her,” Liana said from the bed, gasping out of pleasure between her words. “She can’t stop us anymore.”

A trace of a smile curled Jacen’s lips, and he quickly scrambled onto the bed. He kneeled behind her, taking a moment to marvel at the sight that he beheld. Her vagina was wetter than any he had ever seen. Wetness spilled from her throbbing, swollen labia, dripping down her thighs in sticky rivulets as she thrust her waiting sex into the air.

“Please don’t make me wait anymore,” she begged. “This is what I’ve wanted for so long.”

“Then you’ll have it,” he replied.

With one quick thrust of his hips, the tip of his cock penetrated her wet core. She immediately engulfed him in sheer pleasure, her tunnel entirely lubricated and ready for him. Deeper and deeper he slid, with no effort or resistance, as if drawn by magnetism or gravity toward the depths