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Spike spread himself wide onto the bed as Faith and Buffy climbed in behind him, slowly kissing their way down his chest.

Torturously slowly, Spike thought, running his hand down their smooth soft backs. They'll bloody pay for that later. He shuddered at the thought of making them pay, then closed his eyes to regain control.

Faith drew his attention by capturing a rippling ab between her pearly whites.

“Mmmmm,” Faith purred, biting the skin and mock chewing it, then inspecting her handiwork with pride. His flesh had turned a pretty shade of red. “That looks tasty.”

Faith confirmed her suspicions by lapping at his skin with a helping of tongue, making him growl. Her eyes shined with dark content and she let out a low husky laugh.

She-devil, Spike thought.

He looked over at Buffy, who was planting more of a chaste kiss on another ab, but with the slightest hint of tongue. Buffy's eyes were dancing with mischief, as if she couldn't believe she was getting away with this.

Like an angel falling to temptation, Spike thought.

“But this,” Faith said, dropping until she was resting easily over Spike's left thigh. Faith let her lips kiss his slender hip bone, then turned her face to admire his cock. “Now this is a fucking feast.”

Holy Shit, Faith thought, her eyes lighting up at the magnificent,
throbbing beast. It looked even better up close.

“Looks like Christmas came early this year B,” Faith grinned.

And hopefully blondie won't, she thought.

Buffy somehow managed to blush as Faith gently wrapped her fingers around the fat, bulbous tip, drawing a 'Christ' from Spike, then proceeded to give him a few experimental strokes. Faith made sure to flip her hair over her shoulders, wanting Spike to enjoy an unobstructed view of the proceedings.

Buffy's breathing quickened. Faith's hands were moving slowly over Spike's dick. Up and down. Down and up. Her palm spreading to massage him, then gently fondling his balls. All the while wearing a wicked smile.

Oh my god, Buffy thought once again. I can't believe I'm watching this. Doing this.

Buffy had never thought she'd be the kind of girl who'd do something so.....so...like Faith. And yet, she didn't want to stop. She was here. She was enjoying this. What was one wild night in a lifetime of safe, vanilla fun. That was what being young was all about right?

But Buffy remained where she was for the moment, planting kisses on Spike's smooth stomach, loving the feel and taste of his alabaster skin on her lips.

Delicious, she thought. She felt Spike's hand on her back, imploring her to go a bit lower and she did, nipping at an ab just shy of his stomach.

“Sucking first pet,” Spike reminded Faith, reaching his hand down to fondle one of Faith's large breasts. He pawed at one diamond hard nipple with his fingers, then rolled it, making Faith hum. “Then fucking.”

“Greedy bastard isn't he?” Faith quipped, positioning her mouth over Spike's cock.

“Coming B?” Faith asked, the slightest hint of mockery in her tone.

Buffy gave Faith a sharp look, understanding the challenge in her friend's eyes. Faith expected Buffy to chicken out. Buffy glanced up at Spike, seeing unabashed lust in his eyes but also understanding. She knew that he was dying for her to do this with Faith. And that she didn't have to. And that made her want to.

So Buffy put on a determined face and lowered herself so that she was balanced over Spike's right thigh. She even imitated Faith, flipping her golden hair back over her shoulders to let Spike enjoy the view.

The lucky son of a bitch in question sat up on his elbows, so that he could better watch his ultimate fantasy come true. Christ in heaven, he thought as he saw the girls' eyes run eager, lustful eyes over his cock. That only made him harder, which he thought was impossible.

Spike took a deep deep breath. He was about to experience what every red blooded male could only ever dream of. Two women worshipping at the altar of his manhood. And not just any two women. These magnificent goddesses. Now he knew what a bloody king felt like. Hell, right now he felt like a roman emperor.

Faith found her mouth watering. Normally she'd draw it out a little. Tease him until he begged for it. But not tonight. God, he was magnificent. Like a piece of marble.

“Sit tight B,” Faith said, reminding Buffy that she'd already tasted him earlier and that Faith wanted a little solo action before she joined in.

Spike let out a little growl of disappointment at that. He was desperate to see the visuals he'd conjured up in his mind ever since the three of them had left the bar together. The bloody sooner the better.

“Remember that saying about good things and waiting?” Faith asked, giving his dick a few not-so-gentle strokes, locking eyes with Spike, promising him that his ultimate fantasy would come true soon enough.

“It's all about the cum part,” Faith confided, before she planted a kiss squarely on the tip of his cockhead.

“Fuck,” Spike swore, unable to take his eyes off Faith's pouty red lips, which were at that moment were holding his manhoodin a tender embrace.

Faith held him between her lips for an interminable length of time before her lips parted, drawing him just a fraction deeper into her mouth.

Spike's hand was at the back of Faith's head in record time, bunching her hair up over her head. Faith shot Buffy a look that said 'such a
gentleman' even as she drew him deeper into her mouth, moaning as if her pleasure was as much as his.

Buffy alternated between watching Spike and Faith. She felt her body heat up even more and idly fanned herself. Buffy hadn't thought this would be possible, but she was dripping wet now. Just by watching Faith. And by the rapturous look on Spike's face as he watched Faith suck him off. Listening to his breathing. Watching his perfectly carved stomach muscles constrict and release with every bob of Faith's head.

Buffy couldn't held but lay a hand across those muscles, gasping when the little muscles flexed under her touch. It was like watching ripples across a pond. Buffy couldn't help but dig her fingernails in and leave little claw marks that made Spike hiss.

Meanwhile Faith was giving the performance of her lifetime. Sucking Spike's cock like it was all she'd ever wanted. Slowly. Sensually. Her lips parting wider and wider as she took him deeper and deeper. Moaning from the back of her throat. As if it were ambrosia.

And the Oscar goes to.... Buffy thought, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Faith's let Spike's cock 'pop' out of her mouth for a moment, then let her tongue flicker all over his cockhead, a smile curling around the corner of her mouth. Spike moaned, and his hips twitched, but he managed to keep himself from cumming.

Colour me impressed, Faith thought. Blondie's got some staying power.

Most guys she'd been with had shot their load at that first dance with Faith's talented tongue. Faith hadn't bothered sticking around too long after she'd gotten off her rocks. But this one seemed like a keeper.

“Yummy,” Faith declared, even as she peppered his cockhead with small soft kisses. “Now I'm not sure if I want to share.”

Buffy scoffed at Faith's declaration. Loudly.

"Just kidding B,” Faith said, directing Spike's cock in Buffy's direction.
“Cum and get it.”

Buffy couldn't believe it. The nerve of Faith. The bitch.

“I'm not your whore,” Buffy retorted, peeling Faith's fingers off Spike's cock even as Spike raised an eyebrow at that thought.

“Not yet,” Spike quipped, gasping.

“Shut up,” Buffy said, never looking up at Spike.

“Make me,” he grinned.

So Buffy did. The only way she knew how. By drawing his cock into her warm willing mouth. Slowly. Spike shuddered, then moaned, when she began drew in her cheeks, sucking him off.

Spike couldn't believe how innocent she looked at this moment. It was beyond him. how she could look so innocent while she was doing this. Her eyes as wide as a kitten. That cute as a button nose breathing heavily. Her still glossy lips moving lower and lower and lower. And just as that thought hit him, he felt it. Her tongue lapping at his cockhead. Hungrily. And Spike was moaning her name.

Buffy let him 'pop' out of her mouth, then wiped her excess saliva with the back of her hand. She waggled her brows at Faith as if to say 'your turn.'

Faith was offended. Who did little miss goody-too-shoes think she was dealing with? Faith had been giving head since she was a freshman. When Buffy had been practicing waving her pom-poms, Faith had been 'servicing' the captain of the football team under the bleachers. And the assistant coach if need be. Anything for school spirit right?

So Faith redoubled her efforts. This time she even took his balls into her mouth, which made Buffy roll her eyes. And then it was Buffy's turn and she was lapping at Spike's balls too. And rolling them around in her mouth.

The lucky sod hadn't said a word since this little contest began. He'd been more than content to let the girls pass him around from mouth to mouth. He'd kept his hand busy, massaged their beautiful breasts, stroked their cheeks and playing with their shiny hair.

But suddenly, Spike felt the urge to take control. That was when Spike pushed their heads together. The girls turned to look at him with raised eyebrows, then each other. Their 'can you believe the nerve of this son of a bitch?' expressions perfectly mirrored each other.

Faith shrugged it off first, as Spike knew she would. She came forward, to kiss and suck at the left side his cock. But this time, she left enough room for Buffy to join her, crooking her finger at Buffy in a come hither motion. Buffy sat there for a moment, watching her best friend. And then, she looked at Spike. Never taking her eyes off him, Buffy leant forward to kiss the right side of his cock.

Spike had no words. No thoughts. The feeling of their soft mouths on his manhood—together—was indescribable. The sight was beyond intoxicating. It was all he could do to draw breath and shudder. Spike was in heaven. He just knew it. He'd died and gone to heaven. There was no other explanation. Not for this moment.

Buffy and Faith were kissing his cock. Together. Looking at him. Spike couldn't take his eyes off them. Or off his lucky prick, which was, at this moment, the centre of the universe, as far as he was concerned.
What happened next nearly undid him.

Faith's eyes flickered to Buffy, who, feeling Faith's eyes on her, angled her face towards Faith's a little. A look passed between them as they came to some sort of understanding. Faith began enveloping Spike's large bulbous tip in her mouth, even as she allowed her lips to brush up against Buffy's. And if that wasn't enough to make things clear, Faith caressed Buffy's cheek with the back of her hand.

Kiss me B, Faith's eyes said. I want you to kiss me.

Buffy, who was already on the edge, decided to fall over. So she spread her lips wide and kissed Faith, letting their mouths surround Spike's cock completely.

“Fuck,” Spike moaned, as he watched the girls suck face in the middle of the blowjob.

Faith took it up a notch, wrapping her hand in Buffy's hair, kissing her passionately. With enough tongue to make a frenchman blush. Buffy, never one to back down, returned Faith's tongue bath with her own.

Spike hissed. Too much, he thought.

Their hot little tongues were flickering around his cockhead as they teased each other. Hungrily. Spike opened his mouth to speak, but he could only find a strangled sob. That drew their eyes to him, even as they french kissed around his cock. Spike's eyes watered. His body began to tremble. His cock felt like it was aflame. Every muscle flexed as tight as a cord. He held on for as long as he could Until he could take no more. And then Spike was spilling his load—right between their tongues.

Buffy froze when she felt his jizz splash onto her tongue. She could swear she heard it sizzle. It was pleasantly warm. Her second thought was that there was so much of it. Enough to quickly fill her up her mouth, that was for sure. It seemed like Spike had an endless supply. Enough to make her pull back to avoid gagging.

Buffy knew she'd be outraged if she were in her right mind, which, the last time she checked, she certainly was not. Buffy rolled her tongue, trying to determine his flavour.

Tasted a little like chicken, she thought, at first reflection, then licked lips, leaving a shiny coating of cum on her lips.Huh, she thought. Seems a little fruity to me. I wonder why I thought it was chickeny?

Faith, meanwhile, hadn't skipped a beat. She didn't blink, or do a double-take. No, little miss muffet went right for the tuffet, opening wide and letting his cum fill up her mouth, swallowing as much as she could.

“Tasty,” Faith declared, swirling her tongue around her own mouth. “I see somebody's been having a lot of fruit in their diet.” Faith found herself wanting more. And since Spike was in no position to do anything other than sigh, she decided to take matters into her own hands. Faith grabbed the base of Spike's cock and began pumping, squeezing every last drop out of him, gratefully swallowing.

Buffy couldn't help but feel a little left out. She'd barely tasted him. It was as if Faith had practically run her over at the buffet table. Greedy bitch, she thought. Not that it was Spike's fault. He was practically unconscious at this point. He was watching Faith and Buffy with a smiling, half-sleepy look on his face. But still, Buffy reflected.

“Bloody......” he croaked, cleared his throat and took a moment to catch his breath, as he ran a shuddering hand through his hair. “That was......Christ.”

“That was just the appetizer,” Faith grinned.

“Then I can't wait for dinner,” Spike chuckled, grabbing Faith by the arm and pulling her up and into his arms as Faith let out a sultry laugh. Buffy was about to point out something about being chopped liver when Spike interrupted.

“Not to mention dessert,” Spike said, grabbing Buffy and pulling her to him as well.

Ew, Buffy wanted to protest, when he kissed her deeply, massaging her scalp. Now his tongue was in her mouth and he was tasting his own cum. But it didn't seem like Spike cared all that much. So after a brief moment of protest, Buffy caved. Faith watched the heated kiss with a smile.

Fuck yeah, Faith thought. Now that's what I call a party.

A moment later, Spike had turned his face to Faith, grabbed her face and smashed his lips to hers. This time it was Buffy's turn to watch, with heated breath and a glazed over stare. And then Buffy and Faith were kissing again. And on and on it went. Until the three of them found themselves joined at the mouths. Again.

Spike directed the girls to the bathroom, then went to fetch some water for the three of them.

“Grab my purse B,” Faith said, as the girls used a whole heap of tissue paper to clean themselves up. When Buffy returned she was greeted by her friend smiling like a cheshire cat.

“Having fun B?” Faith said.

“Actually....yes,” Buffy giggled.

“Hand me my purse,” Faith said. “Quickly.”

“What do you want?” Buffy asked.

“I need to fix my makeup before Spike gets back,” Faith said, examining her reflection in the mirror. “God I'm a hot mess.”
Buffy scoffed.

“You could use a little sprucing up yourself,” Faith added.

“Please,” Buffy rolled her eyes. “Like I'm that shallow. I don't have to look perfect all the time.”

Buffy turned to the mirror, running her hands through her hair, then seemed to think the better of it. She leaned over and began rifling through Faith's beauty care products.

“Shut up,” Buffy grumbled.

“I didn't say anything,” Faith shrugged.

“Slut,” Faith added, under her breath.

“Bitch,” Buffy responded, under her breath, as she capped her lipstick.

“Whore,” Faith retorted.

And then both girls were laughing.

When Spike returned with the water. the girls were waiting for him in bed. After a few greedy sips, they settled in against the headboard. For the next few minutes, they rested. Snuggled up together. Exploring each others' bodies. Exchanging soft kisses. Buffy and Spike. Faith and Spike. Buffy and Faith.

Spike felt his cock beginning to stir as he watched Buffy and Faith play an extended one-on-one game of tonsil tennis. Not that he was feeling left out. If this shit was on pay-per-view he would be hooked for life. Hell, the girls seemed pretty into kissing each other. Part of it, he knew was for his benefit. However, it seemed as if there was an underlying current of sexual tension between Buffy and Faith.

Especially Faith. The way Faith had been kissing Buffy suggested she'd had her share of naughty thoughts about the blonde and had been waiting for an opportunity to cut loose. And Spike was more than willing to help fan those flames. After he'd shagged them so hard they'd have trouble walking for a month.

Speaking of which.... Spike furrowed his brow. Something seemed to occur to him.

“Bloody hell,” Spike swore. “You're still wearing your panties!”

He shook his head, as if to wonder when he became such a big poofter. As incredible as the double blowjob had been, Spike could think of nothing better than making love to one of these beautiful women as the other watched and waited her turn. He could barely believe he'd waited this long. The incredulous look on his face caused the girls to giggle and break apart, momentarily.

“I guess you're right,” Faith said. The brunette put her arms around Buffy's shoulders, then pulled Buffy close, letting their breasts mash together again. It was an intoxicating sight.

“I love your panties B,” Faith said, stroking one long blonde strand of Buffy's hair, twirling it around her finger. “So pink and pretty. So Buffy.”

This time Buffy didn't need a hint. She decided to play along.

“Yours are nice too,” Buffy said. “Red is so classy.”

The girls noticed that Spike hadn't said a word. When they looked back at him they noticed that he was too busy stroking his cock. With a gleam in his eye.

“Well, well, well,” Faith said. “Looks like little Spike is back in action.”
“Doesn't look so little to me,” Buffy said, her eyes dropping to watch him stroke himself.

“Lose the panties,” Spike said. Ordered, really.

“Which one of us you talking to?” Buffy asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.

“Both of you,” Spike said.

The girls whispered into each others ears, giggling as they did so. Teasing him was so much fun.

“Nuh-uh,” Faith said. “These panties don't come off for just any Tom, Dick and Harry Mr.”

“Well, maybe dick,” Buffy quipped, which made the girls titter with amusement.

“If you want em...” Faith taunted.

And Spike was more than happy to oblige, reaching out to grab them both and bring them to him. The playfulness turned serious as the three of them exchanged looks, reaching an understanding that left absolutely no doubt as to what was going to happen next.

Spike kissed Buffy first. For a long time. Running his hands all over her body. Especially through her beautiful blonde hair. Only when he was satisfied that Buffy was completely under his thrall did he guide her to lie on her side

Only then did he turn to Faith, gently disentangled himself from Buffy, even as he stole a soft kiss from her beautiful lips, vowing to return.

“Come here,” he ordered Faith.

“Make me,” Faith said, taking two steps backwards and away from the bed.

Spike knew she wasn't going to come quietly. That she'd put up a fight. It's what she'd wanted, of course. What she'd needed. What she'd been looking for. He could see it in her eyes. She wanted to be taken.

Spike stalked Faith. Playfully. She moved to the right and he cut her off. Ditto with the left. Finally, Faith left the bed, moving backwards. When her back hit the wall, Spike smirked. She was his.

When he moved to take her in his arms, Faith let him. Or pretended to, at the very least. She pushed him off with surprising strength, then spun away, laughing.

Buffy found herself frozen in place. As if she were in a trance. Watching them with a mixture of fascination and ardour. Her eyes were fixated on his form. He moved like a predator. Like a lion seeking its prey. Which at that moment was Faith.

“Tch tch,” Faith mocked, shaking her head. “Did you really think it would be that easy?”

“No,” Spike grinned. “Counted on it.”

Faith feinted left and Spike stepped to his right. She darted right, grinning when he cursed under his breath, his arms grasping nothing but air.

Man, she was enjoying this way too much. At this point, sex would only be a let down. Faith was in the middle of that thought when suddenly she found herself airborne.

What the hell? she thought. A moment later she realised that he'd moved faster than she'd believed was possible, and plucked her from mid air and slung her over his shoulder caveman style.

Faith wasn't ready to give in yet. She fought as he walked towards the bed. Tried to wriggle free. Clawed at him with her perfectly manicured nails. Leaving scratches all over his body. Cursed him.

But Spike remained undeterred, carrying Faith back to the bed.
Finally, he slamming Faith down onto the mattress, driving the air out of her. Right next to Buffy. Then he climbed on top of Faith.

“Bastard,” Faith swore, struggling to throw him off. But Spike knew she couldn't. He'd pinned her down. Besides, she was enjoying this. He could see it in her eyes.

Spike hissed, feeling a surge of anger when Faith used her nails to rake at his face, which drew a gasp from Buffy. Spike grabbed Faith's wrists, then locked her hands together and placed them over her head.

“Bitch!,” Spike said, his eyes taking the sting out of the harsh word.
“I ought to draw you across my lap and give you a good old fashioned spanking.”

“Later,” Faith said. “But right now it seems like we're having a good old fashioned Mexican stand off.”

“Although I wonder how long you can keep....standing,” she taunted, “Not too long I bet.”

Spike's jaw twitched.

“Buffy,” he said. The blonde seemed to snap out of her daze. She'd gone AWOL for a moment there. It was as if she'd been watching a movie. A filthy, filthy movie.

“Yes,” Buffy croaked.

“Take Faith's panties off for me,” Spike said.

“Huh?” Buffy blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. Did he just ask her to....

“Take em off,” Spike said, gesturing to the offending garment in question.

Buffy was dumbstruck. She was struck dumb. Take Faith's panties off? For him? “Oh,” she said, aloud. Stupidly. As the realisation
struck her. Faith's voice interrupted the conversation she had going in her head.

“Oh that's rich,” Faith snorted. “Recruiting Ms Goody Two Shoes for help in the kink department. Keep dreaming blondie.”

Buffy raised her brows so high they almost disappeared from her face.

“I mean, no offence B,” Faith said hastily. “This just doesn't seem your line of flavour. Some people like chocolate. Others prefer vanilla.”

“Vanilla?” Buffy said. “I'm fucking vanilla?” Her voice rose an octave
with every word. “I'll show you fucking vanilla.”

And with that, Buffy raked Faith's stomach with her nails. Hard enough to draw a cry of pain from the brunette and leave a sinister smile on Spike's face.

“B,” Faith warned. “Think about this. He's playing us against each other.”

Buffy paused. Contemplating her friend's words.

“Are you?” Buffy asked Spike.

“Me?” Spike said, putting on an innocent face. “Why I never....”

Buffy's eyes narrowed. “Shut up Spike,” she said, glaring at him.
Faith let out a little whoop of celebration. “Go B. Now get him off me so we can get both the fuck out of....”

But Buffy didn't. She just gave Faith a look that said, help yourself.

“Come on B,” Faith said. “Stop playing. Help a girl out.”

As much as Spike was enjoying this little interplay, he found himself growing more and more impatient. He was like a man starving at a delicious all you can eat buffet.

“Buffy,” Spike said. Buffy shot him a look that dared him to speak.

Spike said. After a long look, he sighed deeply. “Please,” he said.

Buffy tried her best not to, but the corner of her mouth ghosted upwards.

“Pretty please?” she asked, sliding close to him. Offering up her neck for his mouth. This time it was Spike's turn to smirk. Oh, she was playing with him now, was she?

“Pretty please,” Spike concurred, pressing gentle kisses to her flesh as her hands ghosted over his muscles.

“With sugar on top?” Buffy asked. Innocently. It was an innocent question. Nothing dirty about it. Not a smidgeon of filth. Only a depraved mind would interpret it as such.

Buffy let out a small sigh when his tongue emerged to lap her neck, then dropped to tease one of her nipples.

“Yes sugar,” Spike said. “So bloody tasty you are.”

Buffy rolled her eyes, even as he lapped at her nipple, getting it nice and stiff. So bloody subtle.

“Hey!” Faith protested. “How come she gets to...”

“Shush you,” Spike said. Then he took Buffy's nipple into his mouth and sucked on it.

“Promise me,” Buffy whimpered. “I get to be on top.”

Spike looked up at her, from around her nipple.

“I bloody promise,” Spike said, kissing her breast.

“Say it,” she ordered. “Say the bloody words.”

Seven hells, Spike thought. She was mocking him in a faux accent. The nerve of the little minx. He'd get her for that later. But right now, it was time to play nice.

Mmm, he thought, very nice indeed.

“You get to be on top,” he vowed. “The first time,” he added. Pointedly.

Buffy looked deep into his eyes. Only when determined his words were true, did she left a gentle peck on his lips. Then another. And another. Then she slid lower. Spike kept Faith pinned down, even as he made room for Buffy.

“B,” Faith said, warning her. “I swear to god,....”

“Shut up Faith,” Buffy said. She hesitated. Her hands gripped Faith's delicate panties. They were so red. So soft in her hands. So flimsy. Buffy's fingers trembled a little as she began tugging at them. Inch by inch, Buffy exposed more and more of Faith's flesh. All the while exchanging amorous looks with Spike.

“Wait,” Faith said.

“You're not in control here kitten,” Spike said. “Just the way you want it. So shut your bloody gob.”

“Take if off with your mouth,” Faith said, fixing her friend with a stare. Buffy, somehow, managed to blush. One look at Spike confirmed that he was extremely in favour of this idea. And a tad disappointed he hadn't thought of it himself.

“Yeah,” Spike said. “Let's see you put that pretty little mouth to good use.”

Buffy bit her lip, then dove in, head first. Spike's mouth watered as he saw Buffy tug at Faith's red panties with her teeth, her eyes locked on him.

Already, Spike was having visions of Buffy and Faith in the classic 69 position. As he did all sorts of delectable things to their bottoms. Oh that would be a tasty thing indeed, Spike thought. But first things first.

All he wanted was to bury himself balls deep in the pair of them and shag their pretty little brains out. Definitely more than a couple of times each. The rest could wait.

“Yeah,” Spike rasped. “Take it off. Nice and slow.”

Buffy peeled back the panties as much as she could using just her teeth before they snagged behind Faith. The brunette lifted up her bottom, abandoning all pretense to allow Buffy to drag the panties down to Faith's thighs. Buffy couldn't help but sneak a look at Faith's pussy. It was completely bare and absolutely dripping wet. For a moment she felt glad she'd shaved her pussy too. When Buffy caught a whiff of Faith's juices she was gripped by the absurd urge to taste it.

Don't be ridiculous, Buffy told herself. You're not gay. But she felt that need pulse within her. Buffy didn't know why she did it, but she kissed Faith's thigh and used her hands to tear Faith's panties off. The chuckle that Spike gave her told her he heartily approved of her actions.

Spike was keeping himself busy as he enjoyed the show. He used the distraction to transfer both of Faith's wrists to one of his hands, then grabbed a small part of the bedsheet and tore it off. He quickly tied Faith's wrists together, then looped the cloth around the bedpost.

“Free at last,” Spike said, bringing his hands up to Faith's face. Only then did Faith realise that Spike had played her. Thoroughly.

“Son of a bitch,” Faith swore.

“Tsk tsk,” Spike said. “You suck my dick with that mouth?”
And with that, he reached down to clamp one hand over Faith's pussy.

“Fuck yo....,” Faith gasped, as he expertly massaged her quim, then penetrated her with a single finger. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“So wet for me,” Spike sneered.

Or did Buffy get you all riled up? Spike wondered, keeping that thought to himself. For now. Either way, Spike didn't care. As long as Faith was screaming his name when she came, he didn't give a toss if she was bloody well thinking about the Pope taking a shit in the woods.

“In a moment,” Spike said. “That's a bloody promise.”

“Come here luv,” Spike said, beckoning to Buffy, leaving Faith high and wet. For the moment. Buffy obeyed, sliding up to him. Spike pulled her to him and kissed her with plenty of tongue.

“You wanna see it?” Spike asked, nuzzling her face with his.

“See what?” Buffy asked. She knew though. She knew.

“Come on,” Spike said. “There's no one else here. It's just us. Say it.”

“I can't,” Buffy said.

“Say it,” Spike pleaded.

Buffy shut her eyes. Rubbed her face against his.

“I wanna see it,” she whispered.

“See what?” Spike asked. Innocently. That made her mad. So she slapped his chest. Hard enough to leave a bright red welt. Spike remained unmoved.

“Say the bloody words,” Spike said.

She slapped his chest again. In the exact same spot. The welt turned a darker shade of red. This time, she kissed the spot, then soothed his ache with a whole heap of tongue.

“S'il vous plait mon cher?” Spike whispered.

Please, my love?

Buffy froze. French. Oh, he was the devil. He had to be. It was like he knew her every weakness. She was absolutely head over heels for everything French. Had been since high school. Dreamed of a Paris romance. But she wasn't ready to admit it. Not yet.

“Non,” Buffy said. Then she bit his chest. Making him yelp. But Spike was encouraged. She'd responded in kind. He was close.

“Chaton,” Spike, running his hand through her hair.

Kitten, Buffy thought. He was calling her his kitten.

“Pas votre chaton,” Buffy said.

Not your kitten.

“S'il vous plait,” Spike begged. “Je vais mourir.”

Please. I'm dying.

“Donc mourir deja,” Buffy said.

So die already.

“Si cruel mon amour,” Spike whispered.

So cruel, my love.

That made Buffy laugh. Suddenly, Buffy was gripped by a madness she couldn't understand.

“Oui,” Buffy said.

Yes.

“Oui?” Spike asked. “Oui qoui?”

Yes? Yes what?

Buffy froze. What was the word? Oh god, what was the word?

“Baiser,” Buffy said, looking up at him, then looking at Faith. Fuck her.

Her best friend was watching them. Intently.

“Baiser,” Buffy said again. Fuck her.

That word seemed to bring something out in Buffy. Perhaps just the sound of it. It sounded so erotic. Besides, talking in French seemed to give her a freedom she'd never found in her own tongue. It allowed her to give voice to her most intimate thoughts.

“Baiser mon meilleur ami.” Buffy said, looking deep into his eyes.
Biting her lip.

Fuck my best friend.

“Je veux te regarder baiser Faith,” Buffy said breathlessly. “S'il vous plait.”

I want to watch you fuck Faith. Please.

Spike was speechless. Just for a moment. This was perhaps, the most turned on he'd ever been in his life. Then he regained his composure.

“Je vais baiser votre meilleur ami,” he declared.

I'm going to fuck your best friend.

“Et puis je vais vas te faire encule,” Spike promised.

And then I'm going to fuck you.

“Promettre?” Buffy asked.

Promise?

“Oui,” Spike said.

“Oui,” Faith grinned, spreading herself eagle. “Baise-moi.”

Yes. Fuck me.

Buffy felt like slapping Faith. Talking dirty to Spike in French was her thing. Well, it had been, for the last minute or two. Still.

Puta, Buffy thought. Whore.

No wait, that's Spanish, she frowned.

Meanwhile Spike settled between Faith's legs, enjoying the sight of having the brunette completely at his mercy. She was a vision. All trussed up for him.

Her pussy was dripping wet. Spike lowered his face to between her thighs, then took a hearty sniff of her quim. She smelled absolutely delicious. It made his mouth water and cock throb to an almost painful extent.

Spike vowed he'd spent some quality time between those beatiful legs. Going down on a woman was something he rather enjoyed doing. But for now, he just wanted a little taste. Spike withdrew his fingers, looking at them glisten with her natural juices. He was tempted to taste her on them, but Spike decided he'd prefer to pay a visit to the source. Still, he thought. A beautiful woman's cum was a terrible thing to waste. Suddenly, an idea struck him.

“Veux gouter se chatte?” he asked Buffy, holding his fingers up to her mouth.

Wanna taste her pussy?

Buffy raised an eyebrow. Their eyes met and held. Arguing. Debating. Negotiating. Until they reached an understanding.

Finally, Buffy took Spike's hands in her own and brought it close to her mouth. Then, slowly, Buffy licked Spike's fingers. Clean.

“Et?” Spike asked, impressed. He didn't think she had that in her, to be honest.Buffy looked very much like the kitty who'd gotten the cream. Spike smirked at that thought.

“And?”

Oh, she'd gotten the cream all right. Faith's cream. And I bet Faith would just love to return the favour.

Buffy seemed to consider her answer. Carefully. Then an impish smile crossed her face.

“Finger Lickin bonne,” she said, her beautiful green eyes glittering.

Finger licking good

And with a smirk, Spike took a deep, long lick of Faith's pussy.
Pumping Faith's breast with a hand as he did. His eyes never left Buffy even as his tongue penetrated deep into Faith's quim.

“Fuck,” Faith gasped, her eyes watering.

“Dans un moment, ma douce,” Spike said.

In a moment, my sweet.

“Fuck that's delicious,” Spike said, pulling back to revell in the
brunette's tangy taste by swirling his tongue around inside his own mouth.

Then he grabbed Buffy, pulling her to him for a long, passionate French kiss. This time she didn't resist. In fact, she seemed to enjoy tasting Faith on his tongue.

“Laissez-moi vous gouter ma douce,” Spike whispered, cupping

Buffy's face, tugging at her panties.

Let me taste you. My sweet.

Buffy bit her lip. Then nibbled on his.

“Non,” Buffy said. “Pas encore.”

Not yet.

Spike growled. Buffy soothed him by stroking his hair.

“Bientot,” she promised.

Soon.

“Mais d'abord...” she added, glancing at Faith.

But first.

“Je veux te regarder baiser Faith,” Buffy ordered.

I want to watch you fuck Faith.

Faith saw Buffy whisper something in Spike's ear. Saw them exchange a heated look. She made a mental note to ask Buffy about it later. And with that mysterious instruction, Spike set off on his mission. He made sure to lay her Buffy down by Faith's side, giving her the best seat in the house. The girls exchanged a steamy look as Spike untied Faith's hands, then grabbed her legs and prissed them apart, making the brunette cry out in a heady mixture of pain and pleasure.

Spike knelt between Faith's legs, taking a good, long look at her. She was downright succulent. Spike noted how wet she was. How firm and stiff her large pink nipples were. The goosepimples on her skin.

Spike reached to the bedside table, then opened a drawer, pulling out a whole pack of condoms and dumping them on the table.

“You don't need those baby,” Faith said.

Spike raised his brow.

She was offering to let him fuck her raw?

“Faith,” Buffy gasped.

The girls exchanged a meaningful look.

What if you get pregnant? Buffy's eyes asked.

It's cool B, Faith's eyes told her. It's all five by five.

“You sure?” Spike asked. His brows furrowed.

“You don't need to worry about a thing,” Faith said. “Trust me.”

Spike knew he should put on the condom. That was the sane, safe thing to do. He knew that. But a huge part of him hungered to take Faith without a condom. And hell, this was a crazy night. Why not go with it.

Just for a lil bit, he told himself. Just to see what it feels like. I'll pull out and go on her stomach and use the condom next time. And Spike was planning on having plenty of next times with Faith. Perhaps almost immediately after his first time with Buffy, if he could manage it.

“Right then,” Spike said, his jaw tightening. “Time to party.”

Buffy watched Spike climb Faith's body. Slowly. Gracefully. He moved like a predator, she thought, admiring once again, how lithe and muscular he was, how his tanned muscles rippled as he moved. Buffy saw Spike position himself right on top of Faith, who spread her legs wide for him. Buffy saw him take himself in his hand, then position himself at Faith's entrance. She heard Faith gasp as he rubbed his cock against her. And then he looked at Buffy. And she, once again, found herself captivated by those fierce blue eyes.

“Yeah,” Faith grinned. “Give it to me good baby.”

Spike somehow managed to tear his eyes away from the vision that was Buffy. To the absolutely ravishing brunette that awaited his attention. Once again, Spike sent up a thank you to any gods that were responsible for his current abundance of good fortune. And then he decided to stop tempting fate.

Spike tapped his cock against Faith's quim. Once. Twice. Thrice. Making her hum with pleasure. Just the tip Willy, he thought. Just the tip. Nice and slow. Make it last.

So he nudged his cockhead inside her. Letting out a shaky, pleasurable breath as he did. His body shuddering at the wonderful feeling.

Christ, he thought. She felt like silk.

Faith gasped when he nudged his cockhead inside her. Her eyes grew as wide as saucers, then screwed shut. Damn he was filling her up real nice, she thought. He's a big un.

Buffy still couldn't believe she was doing this. Watching this.
Listening to this. But she was. She watched Spike's cock enter Faith pussy. Watched them become one being. Watched their bodies quivering with pleasure. It was she that had whispered in Spike's ear a moment ago.

And before I forget, Buffy had whispered in French. You don't get to fuck me. Unless you make Faith scream.

Spike snuck a glance at Buffy. She was playing with her shiny blonde hair as she watched them. The very picture of innocence. God, he wanted her so much it made his cock throb. Which reminded him....

He looked down at Faith. Inside whose pussy his cock was throbbing. Christ William, he thought. Focus. Focus, damn you.

But Faith was only grinning. Faith noticed that he was holding himself back. Giving her time to adjust to his size. His girth. Such a gentleman, she thought. Wickedly. We'll have to change that.

“Don't hold back baby,” Faith cooed, gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into him. “I can take it.”

“Yeah?” Spike asked.

He thrust his hips just a little, pushing his cock about an inch inside her.

“Y.....Yuh.....huh.....,” Faith moaned. “Yeah.”

“Not your first rodeo eh?” he asked as he extended his hips, driving his cock another inch deeper into her.

“Nuh uh,” Faith said, breathing heavily. “Not even close.”

“Oh god.” she gasped when he pumped his hips again, letting her pussy take another inch or two of him. Faith prepared herself as best she could. She wondered what Buffy made of their little conversation. If her best friend understood that Faith had just given Spike the green signal. To fuck her as hard as he pleased.

Much to Faith's annoyance, Spike began pulling out of her. Slowly. She grabbed a fistful of his ass and pushed hard, making what she wanted crystal clear. But Spike simply grabbed her wrist with his hand and intertwinedtheir fingers, bringing it over her head. When Faith opened her mouth to protest, Spike bought her silence with a long kiss that left them both gasping for air.

Faith looked down. He'd withdrawn from her almost completely. She could still feel his tip inside her.

Did he want her to beg? The bastard.

Well, too bad. Faith wasn't the begging kind. If that's what he was waiting for, he'd be waiting till the cows came home. And they'd be the only ones that would be coming.

Faith was about to apprise Spike of this fact, when he suddenly reared back and drove his hips forward. Hard. Burying himself
completely inside her in one stroke.

“F....F.....Fuck,” Faith gasped.

Jesus. He was big. Maybe too big. Fuck. Fuck.

“Too much?” he asked.

They were nose to nose. She could see the smugness in his eyes.

He knew, Faith thought. The bastard.

Faith resolved not to give him the satisfaction. Well, any more satisfaction than she already was.

“N.....Nuh....” Faith began, then had to pause to catch her breath.

That made him smirk.

“Not. Even. Close,” she said, through gritted teeth. And then, as if to throw out a challenge, Faith grabbed his lower lip between her teeth and tugged on it. Hard.

Spike let out a low, deep chuckle. Oh he was going to enjoy this. He sat up slightly, taking a firm hold of Faith's hips. Positioning both of them perfectly. He glanced at Buffy, then looked back at Faith. And then he began pumping away.


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