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On Monday morning, Buffy was so nervous she felt sick to her stomach. She planned on telling Spike that she loved and yearned for him today.

Spike walked into homeroom with some other students. He couldn't maintain eye contact with her for long without looking away. He was so embarrassed about snogging and groping her in her car on Friday, he wanted to curl up and die. But he gave himself a pep-talk. He decided he'd try to play it off and act casual. He'd try to do as he suggested in the car and forget all about the 'incident'. He still enjoyed being around her, even if he could never have her. Miss Summers was fun to talk to, she was a caring and vibrant, passionate woman. Maybe she could still help him graduate, that would make his father happy at least.

Buffy had trouble concentrating on her classes all day. Most of the students were given reading assignments for the period, she just couldn't think straight.

Buffy had eighth period free, so she went to the teacher's lounge to try and relax before talking to Spike. But she was even more terrified now that the time was getting closer. She wrung her hands nervously.

"You okay?" another teacher, Charlotte Hoover, asked.

"Umm, I've just got...bad nerves today," Buffy said.

"Hmm, I know just the thing to help you," Miss Hoover said, getting up and going to the refrigerator.

She took out a pitcher filled with orange juice then poured a tall glass. She handed it to Buffy.

Buffy furrowed her brows. "Orange juice? How can that --"

"Just drink it." Miss Hoover smiled.

Buffy took a drink. "Mmm, this is good OJ!"

"It should be, it's got vodka in it."

"Vodka?! But...I'm not much of a drinker." Buffy bit her lip.

"Go on, drink up. You're practically shaking you're so nervous, honey."

"Well...one couldn't hurt..." Buffy said, gulping down more of the tasty drink.


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It was four o'clock.

Buffy sat at her desk, feeling a little loopy. She wasn't nervous at all about telling Spike now, thanks to Miss Hoover. Didn't they call alcohol liquid courage? It was true. In fact, she was feeling so confident and sexy that she wanted to seduce him right away. She was determined to make up for the last two weeks of having to settle for self-gratification with the real deal.

Spike entered the room, he smiled at her shyly and went to his usual desk. She watched him as he removed his duster and placed it over the chair with his bookbag.

"Hey," Spike said softly, still having trouble looking directly at her.

"Hi, Spike!" Buffy grinned.

Spike couldn't help but give her an answering grin. She was so lovely when she smiled...

"You're in a...good mood," Spike observed.

"Yup!" Buffy giggled.

"Umm... Where do you want me today?" Spike asked.

Buffy giggled again.

'Hoo-boy! That's a GREAT question? A better one is, Where DON'T I want you?!' Devil-Buffy clicked her heels, at long last, she was getting her way. Angelic-Buffy laid on Buffy's shoulder, run-through with a pitchfork, little X’s on her eyes.

"Ummm, could you erase the blackboards for me?" she asked sweetly.

"Sure." Spike went and started erasing the boards.

"Maybe," Buffy said chewing on the pen cap, "you can take them outside before you go home and clap them for me?"

"If you’d like," Spike said. She sounded a little strange.

"Make sure you pound them good and hard..." Buffy said silkily.

Spike gulped and nodded, trying to focus on his task and not on the way her voice was affecting him.

Those four tall glasses of vodka and orange juice that Buffy had downed at lunchtime to relax her were working, all too well. They took away her nervousness, along with her inhibitions. She was feeling loose as a caboose and horny as hell. Her eyes raked over Spike's young, tight, hot body as she sat at her desk. She chewed on the tip of a pen, swirling her tongue around the tip and leering at his nubile body as he cleaned the blackboard.

He wore a ripped Sid Vicious t-shirt with safety pins decorating it; his usual necklaces, a set of dog-tags and a chain with a small padlock on it. Her eyes continued their journey down to his slim waist. A black leather belt was fastened through the loops of his faded and ripped blue jeans, the buckle was off to the side, for a more roguish look. A large rip was located right under his left ass cheek. Buffy itched to stick her hand into the rip and feel the skin of his strong thigh. His ass was so firm-looking and high. She imagined herself gripping it in her hands as he pounded his cock into her. A flood of moisture ran onto Buffy's panties.

Buffy came out of her trance at Spike's voice.

"Is there anything else you want me to do, Miss Summers?" Spike asked.

Somehow during her perving session, he had walked over to the desk and stood right in front of her, just like last time. His hands were on his slim hips. Buffy's eyes traveled up his body to his face, lingering at his crotch for a moment.

'God, he looks huge...' she thought.

Buffy had noticed his large package many times over the past few weeks. She desperately wanted to unzip him and reach inside. "Um...thank you , Spike," she said, taking the pen she'd been gnawing on out of her mouth.

Buffy had noticed his large package many times over the past few weeks. She desperately wanted to unzip him and reach inside.

'Jesus, I wish I was that bloody pen...' Spike swallowed hard.

Spike couldn't stop staring at the beautiful bow of her mouth, imagining himself kissing her there again, imagining his cock sliding in and out of those luscious lips... It was getting more and more difficult not to pop a boner whenever he was near her. After the other day, and his faux pas in the car, he didn't dare make another move for fear of offending her. He panicked slightly, his eyes widening, when he felt the stirrings in his jeans, but he tried to look casual.

'She didn't notice! Calm the fuck down!'

"Could...you help me with some boxes in the backroom?" Buffy asked.

Her heart was beating furiously in her chest, not out of nervousness, but from the excruciating anticipation. She'd noticed the movement in his jeans a moment ago. Her panties were getting positively drenched.

"Sure." Spike smiled and headed for the small storage room at the back of the classroom.

Buffy stood on shaky legs. After taking a few deep breaths, she followed him. Her juices ran down, coating her inner thighs.

She entered the storage room and closed the door, then locked it discreetly. Spike was standing there awaiting instructions.

"I'd like these boxes of books moved over to there," Buffy said, pointing out the boxes to him.

Spike did as she asked.

Buffy was getting hotter as she watched him. The muscles of his biceps bulged and strained as he lifted box after box. After 15 minutes, she ran out of real tasks for him.

Spike was working up a sweat from all the heavy lifting he had been doing. He bent over and rested his hands against a box.

"You're runnin' me ragged, Miss," Spike chuckled, wiping sweat from his brow.

Buffy was feeling disoriented and dizzy with lust. She hadn't had a man in so long. And Spike was so...delicious, so hot... There were so many nights that she'd masturbated while fantasizing about her student, so many nights that her fingers or a dildo were buried in her pussy, wishing it was his cock, his tongue, his fingers...

It was time. She couldn't hold herself back anymore.

Buffy slunk over to him, putting her hand on his shoulder blade and rubbing slightly.

"You're so good to help me out like this, Spike. How can I thank you?" she purred.

"You, uh, don't need to thank me...it's cool." Spike looked away from her.

'Oh shit -- there goes my dick again! Please don't let her notice...' Spike thought.

Buffy trailed her hand down his broad back, sliding it down over the curve of his lower back and onto his ass.

"No, I insist. What can I do to...thank you?" Buffy licked her lips, her eyes glazed over with desire. She needed him. She needed to feel his body against hers.

Spike gulped at the feel over her hand on his ass and turned his head to look at her. There was no mistaking the look on her face. She wanted him.

"Miss...Summers?" Spike looked at her questioningly.

"You still like me, don't you, Spike?"

Buffy took her hand off his butt then started to undo the buttons on her white blouse slowly.

"Do you think about me...at night? When you're in bed?"

Spike stood up straight and turned to her. His blood pounded through his veins, his cock becoming instantly and painfully hard in his jeans.

"Yes," Spike breathed, watching as she undid each button. "I...thought you said we shouldn't --"

"I was wrong. I can't fight my feelings for you anymore, Spike. You were right when you said that you knew I wanted you. I can't stop thinking about you. Especially at night, when I'm in bed..."

Spike stared at her in shock and surprise.

Buffy slid the blouse off her shoulders and tossed it onto a stack of boxes in the corner, leaving her in a white lacey bra. She ran her hands up her torso to her breasts and cupped them in her hands.

"Would you like to touch me?" Buffy asked huskily.

"Oh God -- Yes!" Spike looked into her eyes, waiting for permission.

Buffy smiled and undid the front clasp of her bra then slid it down her arms. Spike's tongue darted out to lick his lips as he gazed at her firm, perky, pink-nippled tits.

"What are you waiting for?" Buffy asked, mashing her breasts together. Her skin was tingling all over in anticipation of his touch.

Spike bolted to her, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her forcefully against his body. He crushed his lips against hers.

They moaned, gasped, and groped at each other. Buffy pushed her tongue into his mouth, his tongue eagerly joined hers in battle.

Buffy wondered if she'd spontaneously combust from the heat that her body was generating. She was on fire and only his body and his mouth could douse the flames.

"Ohhmmm!" Buffy exclaimed into his mouth. She broke the kiss panting for breath. "Ohh Spike! Ohhh I want you! I want you so bad!"

Spike licked and sucked on her erect nipples.

"Ahhh -- I want you to fuck me, Spike! Everyday since I first met you -- I go home and play with myself -- Uhhh -- pretending it's you doing it to me! You drive me crazy!"

"Oh God -- Ohh Miss Summers!" Spike reached around her back to unzip her skirt.

"Buffy! Call me Buffy!" Buffy ran her hands wildly through his spiky hair.

"Ohhh Buffy!" Spike gasped.

Her skirt fell, pooling around her legs. Spike took a moment to look down in appreciation of her athletic and toned body. His cock pressed even more painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

Buffy stepped out of her skirt and went quickly over to an old teacher’s desk against the far wall. She perched on top of it and spread her legs.

"You see what thinking about you does to me?" Buffy said roughly, rubbing her hand over her damp thong. "Oh God, I'm so wet just thinking about you..." Buffy moaned.

Spike clenched his jaw and swallowed. He could see the moisture glistening between her thighs and how damp her thong was. This was too good to be true. He'd wanked what seemed like hundreds of times to images just like this. He thought it was just a fantasy that would never come true...but this was really happening... His beautiful, young, sexy teacher was offering herself up to him... After the other day, he never thought it was possible.

'What the fuck am I doin' just standin' here!? Go get her, mate!' Spike mentally slapped himself.

Spike practically sprinted across the room to the desk where Buffy sat. He attacked her lips again for a desperate, frenzied kiss. Buffy moaned and put her arms around his neck. She loved touching his face. He had such amazing bone structure, he was so beautiful. She was careful not to jar his eyebrow piercing, it wouldn't do to injure the boy before the lovin'. His hair was so soft. It was surprising, considering the amount of bleach he must use. It was like running her fingers through silk threads.

"Ouch!" Buffy yelped and pulled back.

"What's wrong? You okay?" Spike asked, startled.

Buffy laughed lightly, massaging a spot above her right breast.

"You stabbed me. Your clothes are too pointy."

Spike looked down and saw that one of the many safety pins in his shirt had come undone. The sharp end had jabbed her.

"Oh fuck -- I'm so sorry!" Spike swore.

'Bollocks! Please don't let this make her stop! I'll fucking explode if she stops now!'

"It's okay. Just take off the shirt..." Buffy said, leaning back.

She couldn't wait to get another look at that muscular torso of his. Only this time she'd get to do what she'd wanted to the first time, she could run her hands and drag her lips over those hard, cut muscles.

Spike stripped off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. Buffy's eyes lit up from within. She salivated at the sight of his chiseled chest and abs.

"You look good enough to eat... Come here," she drawled.

Spike was back against her in a heartbeat. They kissed again as she ran her hands up and down his torso, delighting in the feel of his muscles under her palms. She licked down his throat and onto his chest, circling his nipples with her tongue before sucking on them.

"Ahhh--Ohh Miss Su- Buffy!" Spike closed his eyes and tangled his fingers in her long blonde hair.

Buffy kissed and licked her way lower onto his stomach as her hands went to his belt. She unfastened it and started on his jeans. She looked up into his delirious face.

"I've wanted your cock so bad...for so long."

The sound of his zipper being lowered was deafening. She shoved his jeans down over his ass quickly, her lust was going off the scale. His rigid, fully erect cock popped out, smacking her on the chin.

Buffy's eyes went wide, she did a double-take at his size. He was HUGE! He must have been a foot long! It was slightly curved towards the end. She'd never seen a dick more mouth-wateringly big, perfect or beautiful.

"Holy shit! I had NO idea you were so -- BIG!" Buffy exclaimed, her eyes alight and dancing over his length. "You're hung like a fucking donkey! Well, that solves the mystery of how you got your nickname... I assumed it was because of your hair..."

Spike was breathing rapidly. "Yeah, you're...umm, not...afraid I'll hurt you, are you?"

Buffy dragged her eyes away from his massive prick and up to his face. She smiled jubilantly. "On the contrary. I can't wait to get this beautiful slab of meat inside of me." She looked back down at his cock. "You must have made a LOT of girls at this school happy with this..."

A few scenes from the movie 'Boogie Nights' came to her mind. 'Dirk Diggler ain't got NOTHIN' on this boy!' Buffy drooled.

"Not really...I've only been... I only had sex with one girl. I tried with others...but they were scared off when they saw...it," Spike said, nodding at his crotch.

"Stupid, stupid little girls..." Buffy shook her head and took his cock in her hands, her fingers didn't even come close to meeting around his girth. "That's the problem. You need a woman. A real woman can handle this just fine." Buffy grinned.

Buffy studied his cock for a minute while she gently stroked it. It was so big and beautiful. She'd never seen one this big in person. Ropy veins cross-crossed under the smooth skin like a pornographic road map. It throbbed and jerked in her hand. It was getting even bigger as she stroked him. Her other hand cupped his balls, weighing them. A stream of clear liquid flowed from his slit, running down the underside and onto her fingers.

"Nice big balls too...bet you can cum like a rocket..." Buffy looked up into his eyes as she stuck her tongue out and slowly licked across the spongy head of his cock.

Spike groaned and jerked his hips forward.

Buffy smiled and pulled her mouth away from him, a long trail of pre-cum led from the tip of his dick to her lips as she pulled back. She licked her lips thoroughly to get all the sticky juice onto her tongue.

"Mmmm, you taste sooooo good, baby," Buffy purred, rolling the taste around on her tongue.

"God! Buffy! Please!" Spike gasped, he was going to die if she didn't put her mouth back on him.

'He'll probably cum quickly...but he's 17, they recover fast at that age,' Buffy thought.

She needed to taste him again, she needed to feel this magnificent cock shoot into her mouth.

Buffy put her mouth around the drooling prickhead and swirled her tongue over the top and sides, soaking up all the yummy liquid that flowed out in copious amounts. She started moving her hand up and down the lengthy shaft while she sucked on the head, her other hand cradled and tugged at his large balls.

'How did all of this fit in those tight jeans?!' she thought as she took another inch, and then another into her mouth.

Buffy reached her limit on how much of his thick cock she could take in. There were still several inches left exposed. She moaned around his staff and began bobbing her head slowly, stroking the base of his dick in twisting motions with her hand.

"Aaahhh--Ohhh G-Goddd!" Spike stuttered. "Oh, Miss Summers!" He forgot he was supposed to call her Buffy now, habits were hard to break.

Buffy sped up her movements as his pre-cum flooded onto her tongue. If the pre-cum was this tasty, she was anxious to taste the main event. She sucked hard on the upstrokes, her cheeks hollowing out.

Spike started bucking his hips, whimpering and gasping. He looked down to watch as she swallowed his sword. She looked so beautiful, like an angel...an angel with a mouthful of his cock. She raised her eyes to his as she sucked him off, her lips were stretched tightly around his girth.

"Oh fuck--Ohhh yesss!--Miss Summers! Suck my cock! Unnnhhh--I'm--I'm going to cum!" Spike shouted, his hips bucking at her slightly, he was trying to be careful not to choke her.

Buffy felt his balls tightening up against his body. Her pulse raced as his cum boiled up from his balls and started shooting out of the cannon of his cock. She "Mmmpphh'ed" and widened her eyes at the amount of jizz, and the force with which it was propelled into her mouth. She swallowed rapidly, trying to get all of it down. Her mouth quickly filled up anyway, pearly, white cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth.

He was delectable! Buffy could eat this for breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday and never want for anything else. Buffy watched his face as he kept cumming. He'd already shot at least eight wads in her mouth and he wasn't nearly finished.

"Ahhhh--Fuck--Ohhh fuck! So--bloody fantastic!" Spike's head was tilted back like it was on a hinge, his mouth hung open.

The excess cum ran down from Buffy's overflowing mouth, dripping off her chin. It also ran down his cock onto his heavy balls and dripped off. She vigorously slurped up and swallowed everything she could, taking her mouth off the head and licking down the sides and sucking on his balls like a starving animal. More streams of jizz erupted from the tip, arcing in the air and splattering on the wall behind Buffy's head. She quickly put her mouth back over it as the last few volleys splashed out, hitting against the back of her throat. Finally, he went dry.

Spike was swaying on his feet in a post-orgasmic haze. Buffy wiped her mouth and chin then licked the stray cum off her hand. She smiled up at the dazed teen. He looked barely coherent.

"That was a hell of a load!" Buffy giggled. "I think Mount Vesuvius would be another good nickname for you... Spike?"

"Huh?" Spike said dazedly.

"Are you okay?" Buffy asked worriedly. Maybe something was wrong with him. She'd never seen or heard of a guy cumming that much.

'Oh God! What if broke him!?' she thought.

"I'm...uh..." Spike's eyes cleared up a little. "That was...that was the best blowjob...I've ever had! You're bloody amazing!"

Buffy blushed. "Thanks. I think you're pretty amazing too..." She reached down and rubbed herself through her thong. "Can you do...more? Or are you too --" Buffy began.

Spike dropped to his knees before she finished the sentence. Buffy moved her hand away from her panties. Her breathing was becoming more ragged.

Spike put his mouth against her thong-covered pussy, pressing his tongue into her through the fabric.

"Ooooh!" Buffy moaned.

He put his arms under her knees and held her thighs apart as he kissed her mound. He put his tongue against her nubbin and rubbed it.

"Uhhh! Oh yes, Spike! Aaahh! Panties! Take them off!" Buffy begged.

Spike pulled the waistband of her thong down then off her smooth, tanned legs. He immediately went back to his previous position between her thighs. He threw her legs over his shoulders and got to work. He licked her inner thighs, cleaning her of the juice that had leaked down earlier. She tasted like a slice of heaven. He moaned as he moved his tongue into her dripping slit. Her fluids ran out of her hole like a river, coating his tongue and gums. Spike brought one of his hands around her leg and spread her nether lips with his fingers. He licked all around the inside.

"OHHH! OH Spike! OH JESUS!" Buffy ground her cunt against his mouth. "Fuck me with your tongue! Please!"

Spike stuck his long, nimble tongue in her tight hole, fucking it in and out of her rapidly. Buffy was panting for breath and was about to cum. She took one of his hands and put his fingers on her throbbing clit. Spike looked up at her without stopping his feast for a moment.

"My clit! Rub my clit! Cumming!" Buffy gasped.

Spike did as she demanded. Rubbing his slender, black nail-polish tipped fingers over and around her bundle of nerves. He felt her body starting to convulse and rammed his tongue as deep into her cunt as possible, which was pretty deep for him with his Gene Simmons-like organ.

"Spike!" Buffy yelled, arching her back as her orgasm hit her. "Ohh--OHHH YESSSSS!"

Her hips bucked off the desk, her thighs shook, her mouth opened and closed, her eyes rolled back in her head. She threw her head back and gasped as she rode out the exquisite climax.

Spike licked up her pussyjuice eagerly, lapping at her like a big cat.

Buffy raised her head to look at him. He grinned at her while his tongue licked up and down her soaked slit. Buffy grinned back at him.

"Oh, baby...you're so good." She ran her fingers through the hair on the top of his head. "I can't wait till you're hard enough to fuck me... I want that big beautiful dick --"

Spike disengaged from her snatch and stood quickly. His once again, fully erect dick jutting out proudly in front of him. Buffy smiled more broadly, the smile threatened to split her face.

"Oh, thank God! Come here, stick that beautiful cock of yours into me," Buffy said breathlessly.

Spike moved up to her, kissing her lips passionately. Buffy moaned and laid back, bringing her legs up on either side of his hips. She used her bare feet to push his pants down his legs further to his calves.

Spike was shaking, he was so excited. He was actually going to get to fuck Miss Summ- Buffy. He'd dreamed of this for so long. Well, it was only two weeks, but to a horny teenaged boy, that's a bloody eternity! He took his mammoth prick in his hands and pumped it, positioning it at her hole. He hesitated just as he was about to thrust forward.

"Miss -- Buffy?" Spike said hesitantly.

"What? What's wrong?" Buffy was trembling with excitement.

"What about, uh, protection? I don't have a rubber..."

'Do they even make them that big...' she wondered.

Buffy smiled. "Don't worry about it, baby. I'm taken care of." She ran her hands over his shoulders and muscular arms, then kissed his firm pecs. "Fuck me, Spike -- I need you, I need you inside of me!" she groaned.

Spike thought he might cum again just from the throaty, husky tone of her voice, combined with the words she was saying. How many times did he fantasize about her saying those words to him? 30? 40? 100?

He groaned and closed his eyes. "Ohh--Fuck, Buffy! You don't know how much I've wanted you, how much I thought about you... I wanted to throw you down on your desk and fuck you blue, so many bloody times!"

Buffy reached down and took his meaty cock in her hand and rubbed the head along her slit and tapped her clit with it. They moaned. She then moved it between her drenched nether lips. Spike moved his hips slightly, pushing the head into her hot channel.

Buffy gasped and clutched at his shoulders. The head was so fat that it would take some time to ease it inside.

"Am...I hurting you?" Spike panted, concern showed in his ocean-blue eyes.

"NO! No, it's -- good -- it's so good! Let's just--Ahhh--take our time getting it in." Buffy shifted her hips, letting more of him slip inside.

They continued to slowly work his cock inside of her. By the time they were up to 7 inches, Buffy was gasping and sweating. He was so thick and long, she thought she might pass out from the sensory overload.

A few minutes passed...

They were up to 9 inches, a few more to go. Buffy panted, looking down at where they were joined. His cock wasn't even in all the way and he was already stretching her wider and deeper than any man had. The sight of his monster cock being devoured, inch by inch by her tight, hungry pussy was enough to send her over the edge again. She gasped silently and shivered as she came around his shaft.

Buffy was stretched out and extremely well-lubricated, she couldn't wait anymore. "Now, Spike! Start fucking me!" she begged.

Spike was shivering from the effort it took not to hammer into her. He gulped in air as he slowly pulled out, almost completely, before pushing slowly back in. She was so tight, her pussy gripped him like a vice. He could feel her pulse in his cock. He didn't know how long he could possibly last. He closed his eyes and continued the long, slow strokes, going a little deeper with every other thrust. They moaned and panted as he pushed further and further into her, until all of his meat was buried in her depths. They held each other and trembled as he continued thrusting slowly.

Buffy's eyes slid closed at the mind-numbing sensation of her pussy being stuffed to overflowing with his manhood. It felt like he was going to split her in two. There was some pain involved, but the pleasure it gave her far outweighed it. Everything about this was a dream come true. Buffy had recurring dreams ever since she was 16 of a man with a giant prick fucking her senseless...maybe they were prophetic dreams. Maybe she was destined to meet this sweet, British bad-boy with a dick like a horse. The knob of Spike’s cock thumped against the bottom of her womb, the slightly curved part of his cock brushed over her G-spot continuously in the most delicious way, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her entire body constantly.

Buffy's eyes snapped open when another orgasm came out of nowhere and rocked her body. She scratched her manicured nails down his straining back.

"Ohhh, Spike! UHHNNNGGHH! OH--OHH GODDDDD!"

She'd never cum this hard before. Even as the current one made every cell in her body vibrate and shake, she felt a bigger, more powerful orgasm building in her loins.

Spike gasped and moved his hips faster when he felt her clamping down on his shaft. He could barely move inside of her, her inner muscles held him firmly in place.

"Gahh! Ohh Buffy! Oh fuck!" He clenched his teeth. "FUCK! You're so tight!"

Until he could move in and out again, he gyrated his slim hips, grinding against her box. Her clit was engorged and throbbing as his course pubic hair scratched against it.

Buffy shrieked and dropped onto her back on the desktop as she came again. Her chest rose and fell with her labored breathing. Psychedelic shapes and visions appeared before her eyes...

Spike took her legs and put them over his shoulders. He gripped her thighs and grunted, as he began moving in and out of her quivering snatch again. Her fluids had made her passage slippery enough for him to start fucking her in earnest.

"Ahhh--Ohhh--Oh Buffy!" Spike closed his eyes, thrusting into her harder.

Buffy Aaaah'ed, Ohhhhh'ed and gasped over and over again, unable to form real words. It felt like she was being fucked with a baseball bat -- a big, hot baseball bat made out of flesh.

Her high school sweetheart, Angel, had literally not been half the man that Spike was. None of her boyfriends had been that well-endowed. Buffy had always had a kind of fetish for men with large penises, that recurring dream had had a hand in that. Unfortunately, you couldn't tell just by looking at men’s crotches if they had the kind of equipment you liked. Spike's was the first really big cock that she'd been treated to.

"Uhhhh--Ohhhh--Buffy--So fucking--beautiful!" Spike groaned, jerking his hips back and forth.

Buffy realized she must have passed out briefly. The pleasure he was giving her was more intense than anything she'd ever experienced.

Spike was having the time of his life. Fucking Buffy into next Tuesday was the highlight of his young life. He'd been fighting off cumming for 10, maybe 15 minutes, he couldn't keep track of how much time had gone by. He could spend eternity like this: pushing his granite-hard cock into her hot, snug quim. She was making the sexiest sounds he'd ever heard. He drove into her faster and harder, his large balls slapping against her ass. The way her perky tits bounced every time he pounded into her inflamed his desire. He wished he could grab a hold of them, but he had to hold onto her legs.

Buffy thrashed her head from side to side, her hands went out to her sides to hold onto the edges of the desk in a death grip. Inhuman barks, growls and yips issued from her mouth, tears leaked from her eyes.

As difficult as it would have been, Spike would have stopped if he thought she was in pain, but she had a gigantic smile on her face. He kept up the frantic rhythm he had going.

Another orgasm started spiraling through Buffy's body. The strange vocalizations she was making went up in pitch as her body started to shake. The biggest orgasm she'd ever had struck her with tidal force. Her neck and back arched off the desk, her body stiffening then jerking.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her body convulsed violently, her eyes crossed then rolled back. A primitive scream was ripped from her throat, getting louder and more shrill by the second.

"SSSSPPPIIKE! YESSSOHFUCKOHFUCKYESSSS! AAAGGGHH!"

It was a good thing no other people were in this section of the building at this time of day. They surely would have been discovered.

Spike clenched his eyes closed and grit his teeth. He couldn't take it anymore. Her quivering pussy squeezed his cock like a fist, he could feel her fluids gushing around him and squishing out of her overstuffed hole to run down his balls. He started ramming into her hard and fast, like a wild beast.

Buffy could tell by the look on his face that he was going to cum any second, he had that blissful/goofy look that men got with they were nearing the pinnacle. She cried out and moaned as he pounded away into her, she was so anxious to feel him spill inside of her.

"B-Buufffffy!" Spike's hips bucked forcefully, burying his dick as deep within her as possible, he groaned loudly and starting shooting his load into her cunt.

He held on to her legs, his head hung back, as his cock pulsed inside of her, his hips jerked involuntarily over and over again.

Buffy whimpered and writhed as he spewed gallons of his cream into her pussy. She looked from his cock to his face, wanting to memorize everything about this moment. His head was thrown back, so she couldn't see his features, but just watching his Adam's apple bobbing up and down was sexy as hell.

Just like when she'd blown him, he kept cumming and cumming. He was the Energizer Bunny of ejaculation. His cum overflowed from her filled to capacity snatch, running down her ass crack and pooling on the desk beneath her. Spike's ball sac and thighs were soaked with their combined liquids.

Still, he kept shooting load after load into her while he bucked, gasping and swaying, holding onto her legs to keep from falling over.

Buffy wanted to taste him again.

"Spike--Uhhhh--let me suck on your cock again!" Buffy panted.

Spike opened his glassy eyes and gingerly lowered her legs. He moaned and leaned heavily on the desk with one hand, his hips still jerking in orgasm. A few stray ropy strands of cum shot into the air, a wad hit Buffy’s chest and slowly dripped down.

Buffy slid off the desk and onto her knees in front of him. She swiftly grabbed his pulsating cock and wrapped her lips around the head. She moaned and swallowed the thick wads that spilled onto her tongue. She put a hand on his balls, massaging them, while her other hand worked up and down his thickness. Buffy sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, milking his cock and balls of everything he had.

After what felt like an eternity, he went limp, collapsing against the desk. Buffy released his softening member from her lips and wiped her face of the cum that had escaped from the corners of her mouth. She licked her hand clean as they both panted for breath.

Buffy caressed his right thigh and hip. "Are you okay?" she asked, feeling boneless and beside herself with joy.

"Uh, I think so. God...you're...there are no bloody words for how wonderful you are..." Spike smirked slightly as he lowered himself to sit on the floor.

His jeans were down around his ankles. He made a half-hearted attempt to reach for them and pull them up, but he didn't have the energy. He flopped back against the wall.

"Sod it," Spike exhaled, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

Buffy giggled and put her back against the wall as well.

"God, Spike...that was the best sex I have ever had! I was hallucinating for a few minutes." Buffy leaned her head against his shoulder, stroking his chest with her hand.

Spike put an arm around her. She tilted her head up and kissed him slowly. Their tongues intertwined, they tasted each other’s cum and moaned.

“Hallucinating? What did you see?” Spike asked sleepily.

“I heard the song ‘Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds’ in my head and saw some things from ‘Yellow Submarine‘, Blue Meenies and that kind of stuff,” she laughed and kissed him again. “You’re better than any drug.”

They settled against each other, their breathing starting to return to normal.

“Buffy?”

“Hmm?” She smiled and cuddled against him.

“Do you...want to do it again...with me?” Spike asked nervously.

Buffy grinned and looked at him incredulously. “Again? Right now?”

Spike smiled. “I meant, is there going to be a next time, at all.”

Buffy looked at him blankly. “What part of ‘the best sex I ever had’ didn’t you understand?” She applied soft kisses to his chest.

“It’s...been a long time since I’ve been with someone. I thought maybe you were just trying to be nice...” Spike said insecurely.

Buffy put her hand on the side of his face and tilted her head up to kiss him thoroughly and passionately. After a minute, she pulled back and smiled.

“Did that convince you?” She caressed his cheek.

Spike smiled. “Uh-huh, but I’ll still need more...reassurance, I think.”

"I think that can be arranged..." Buffy gave him a saucy smile. "Seriously, you are the best lover I've ever had. I've never...felt that way before, it's never been so good. It was...intense, to say the least."

"Yeah...intense. That's a good word for it." Spike smiled and kissed the tip of her nose.

“We’d better get dressed and cleaned up, there are some paper towels over on that shelf,” Buffy said, standing up slowly. “Oww.”

“What’s wrong?” Spike asked, afraid that he really had hurt her.

He was understandably paranoid about it. He'd read somewhere once that a woman had died because her partner was too big and ruptured something inside of her. Spike would shoot himself if he did that to some poor woman, especially Buffy.

She chuckled. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone too. I’m just sore. I feel like I’ve been riding a horse all day.” Buffy winked at him.

Buffy retrieved the paper towels and they set about wiping the fluids off their skin. She put her damp panties and skirt back on. Spike stood up and pulled his pants up.

“I’m sorry it hurts...” Spike said regretfully.

“Oh baby, but it hurts so good,” Buffy purred and went to him, sucking on his lower lip. “I think I need to invest in some Yoga classes though.”

“I do Yoga everyday. I could teach you,” Spike said happily.

“Mmmm, I’d like that. The Yoga must make you very...bendy and flexible.”

“That it does, luv.” He nuzzled her neck.

Buffy felt herself getting aroused again, imagining all the interesting positions he might be able to get into. Maybe he could even suck his own cock -- that would be so hot to watch! That was another of her deep dark fantasies, watching a man suck himself off, with a little help from her, of course, she couldn't sit back and watch that without joining in the fun. Could he do that? Would he do that for her? Buffy shuddered at the mental picture.

They broke away again and continued putting their clothes back on, if she kept thinking along those lines, they’d never get out of the building.

“You know, I actually thought about getting a -- what do they call it? A penile reduction,” Spike said, piling his cock back into his pants then zipping up carefully.

“Don’t you dare change a thing!” Buffy said in horror, re-buttoning her blouse. “You’re perfect just the way you are.” She watched as he fastened his belt around his waist. “How do you get all of that into those tight pants?”

Spike laughed. “It took some experimenting, but I’ve got a pretty good method. Kind of have to coil it up a bit. Hurts like a bitch when I get a hard-on though.”

“Well, I’m going to buy you some new pants. Your poor cock needs some breathing room, you’re strangling it with those tight jeans.”

Spike smirked as he pulled his t-shirt back on. “You’re dressing me now?”

Buffy smiled and put her arms around his neck. “Dressing, undressing...I want to do it all.” She kissed him lightly. “We’d better finish up in here and get going before dark.”

“Buffy, you could...really get in trouble for this, couldn’t you?” Spike asked seriously.

She sighed. “Yeah. Big time trouble. So, we have to be careful. We can’t let anyone know about us. No more sex in the school for starters...”

“My lips are sealed.” Spike smiled. “Why did you risk it?”

“I decided that you were worth the risk.”

“Buffy...” Spike gazed into her eyes. “I love you. I know it’s sudden... Everything’s been happening so fast since --“ Spike was worried that he’d just screwed everything up by blurting that out.

Buffy put her index finger against his lips; she looked at him, her eyes twinkling. “I love you too. You don’t have to explain yourself... I feel the same way.”

Spike tilted his head to the side, a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. “Really? You...love me?”

Buffy nodded. "From the moment I saw you...I was drawn to you. I don’t make a habit of lusting after or bedding my students, but with you, I...couldn’t help myself. I’ve craved you like no one else...”

Spike’s smile broadened. “I felt the same way about you -- the craving, I mean. Did you really touch yourself thinking about me everyday?” he asked, his breathing hitching up a notch.

“Oh yeah, you'd better believe it! I’ve got the D-battery bills to prove it. Guess I don’t have to do that anymore when I have the genuine article.” Buffy kissed him again. “Now, let’s get out of here. I want to take you home with me.” Her eyes were getting cloudy again. “I thought about having you in my bed so many times...”

Spike felt himself getting hard again.

“You’ll have to drive the car though, I had a few drinks to loosen me up before I saw you. The alcohol combined with the, literally, mind-blowing sex has my brain all mushy.” Buffy giggled.

“It’d be my pleasure, pet.” Spike grinned.

After they cleaned up the room, they left the school together and went back to her place, making love and living out their fantasies for hours.


THE END





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