Bewitched, Bothered, And Bred update

The next thing Xander knew, Jenny and Cordelia were licking and kissing each other’s faces, cleaning one another’s beautiful features of his seed. They were enjoying it so lasciviously, moaning at both giving and receiving, that Xander almost envied them their task, except he had no wish to taste his own cum of course.

“Jesus,” he groaned, remembering briefly how all this had come about. Then again, they looked to be enjoying themselves. Was it really so bad if they were having fun… to say the least?

He’d made a good-faith effort to take back the love spell, but now it was here to stay, pretty much through no fault of his own, so really, how was that different than if the two of them simply found him irresistibly attractive all on their own? Would he be taking advantage of Faith if he had sex with her because she thought he was cute? No. Course not.

And if it made them happy, wasn’t that—what’d you call it—a net good, like a social benefit to society or whatever it was in Civics class? They didn’t seem to be in a rush to kill each other over him. In fact, they seemed halfway to forgetting him in favor of each other, which was a level of Xander obsession that he was cool with. Very cool with.

They finally had each other cleaned—more than cleaned—the last of his cum had disappeared between their tongues what seemed like hours ago. Then they had to tire of sharing each other, or at least it paled in comparison to what they could be sharing: him. They moved up beside him, pressing against his body so Xander could feel the warmth of their bare breasts on him.

“You were right, Xand,” Cordelia breathed. “It is fun to share. And Jenny does have a lot of experience…”

“And Cordy’s so young, and fresh, and enthusiastic!” Jenny almost cheered. “I can’t believe I ever thought you couldn’t make Xander happy.”

“And of course Xander would appreciate you—you’re such a strong, confident woman…”

“And you’re so curious.”

“You have so much to teach me…”

“Wasn’t his cum delicious?”

“It just got everywhere!”

“He had enough for both of us.”

“I haven’t been taking care of him,” Cordelia said ruefully, brow furrowed with sudden regret.

“You haven’t known how to,” Jenny consoled her. She patted Cordelia’s sleek shoulder. “Now you have help.”

“And I appreciate that so much…”

Xander couldn’t believe it—he practically had a Cordettes hen session going on as close to his cock as his pocket lint. Not that they were ignoring it. Cordelia played her hand over his cock as though idly toying with her keychain, now squeezing it tightly as she leaned across him to kiss Jenny.

***

Cordelia tasted more of Xander’s cum inside of Jenny’s mouth. It was weird to kiss a woman—she’d never liked it too much when it happened at slumber parties, really only doing it to humor Harmony, who was desperate to practice her lip skills. But it had seemed so natural when they were both sucking Xander off. And it was just right that they should kiss his cum away. What other way was loving enough to take care of it? She knew Xander would like the fairness of it—whoever kissed the hardest, got the most cum.

Jenny reached back across Xander’s body to play with Cordelia’s full breasts. Cordelia smiled against the older woman’s mouth; I knew she wanted these tits. At least Jenny was better at touching them than most of the non-Xander boys she’d gone out with. Her hands were cool and gentle.

Xander turned his mouth to Cordelia and kissed her, as though following through on what Jenny had started. She slid her tongue into his mouth, wiggling it against his own. His hands gripped her thighs, ran up them, went between her legs. Reminding Cordelia piquantly of the itch she had there. The hot, hot itch that only Xander knew how to deal with. His middle finger pushed aside her rosy mons and eased inside her.

“Oh, Xander,” Cordelia moaned. “You’re making me hot again. I’m getting really, really hot…”

She also felt his cock getting hard again. She wrapped her fingers around it—touching some of Jenny’s fingers too, they were both gripping him, playing with him. Cordelia smiled to herself as she moved her hand up and down in sync with Jenny’s, so they were both massaging half of his erection.

Xander groaned like he was dying. Cordelia wondered to herself if he’d ever gotten the same effect by jerking off with both hands. It’d certainly be easier to get them in lockstep than her and Jenny, but he acted like a stranger to the sensation. It made her want to sigh. Even Xander himself didn’t know how best to treat that wonderful cock of his.

Jenny leaned further across Xander, until her lips touched Cordelia’s breast. She got one fat nipple into her mouth and began to suck, Cordelia moaning as the pleasure of it flooded into her, but also looking to Xander’s eyes to see if he was enjoying the show. He wasn’t. His eyes were tightly closed, his mind enfolded in enjoyment of his double handjob. Cordelia pouted. Well, if he wasn’t going to enjoy her lezbo shenanigans, she might as well.

Cordelia pushed Jenny away. The older woman knew what was coming. She grinned passionately.

“I know my tits are great,” Cordelia said, “but how about you lay off of them and show Xander the joys of oral sex? Since you’re such a role model and everything.”

“You’re such a bitch,” Jenny said affectionately. “I’m going to taste that little pussy before it’s ever had a man. Then, I’m going to see how it tastes after Xander’s fucked it open.”

Cordelia sprawled out on the bed beside Xander and opened her legs. Jenny didn’t hesitate a second. Her pale face disappeared between Cordelia’s creamy thighs, eclipsed by the mass of dark hair that roiled and wove behind her as she kissed Cordelia’s pussy all over.

***

“F-u-u-uck,” Xander enunciated, watching the older woman go down on his girlfriend with all the skill she’d claimed. Cordelia already looked to be communing with her inner goddess, eyelids flickering, her hands clutching her face and running through her own hair as the feelings ebbed and flowed—mostly flowed, from the looks of it.

He wasn’t about to be left out of the orgy he’d started, much fun as it would be to simply watch and maybe paw at Cordelia some. His cock was hard again; too hard to do anything but fuck. He got out of the bed—it was getting pretty cramped with Cordelia’s arms flailing around anyway—and went to get behind Jenny. He slapped her ass, which only made her shake it wantonly, enticing him to further use. Grabbing her by the hips, he pulled her into the position he needed her in, while making sure she could keep going down on Cordelia.

This sure seemed to be working out, he thought to himself. Instead of having a dull evening, they were all getting laid. And no one was getting left out—not Cordelia, not Jenny, and certainly not him. No wonder guys like him were so interested in threesomes. They were a supreme act of charity.

Cordelia could’ve been going without while he fucked Jenny’s brains out, but now, she was getting some nice cunnilingus out of the arrangement. And Jenny definitely seemed to be enjoying eating her pussy. And he absolutely loved watching it as he pushed himself into Jenny’s mound, bringing a temporary halt to Cordelia’s ecstasy as Jenny broke off to howl in pleasure.

“Oh yes!” she keened. “Fuck me, Xander! I’ve wanted you to fuck me for so long! Fuck me, you barely legal jailbait teenager motherfucker!”

“I’m the fucking jailbait here!” Cordelia cried, pulling Jenny’s head back between her thighs. “Lick that cherry! You get to taste it before Xander fucks it! The next time you eat me out, I’ll be a fucking woman! His fucking woman!”

At the same time, Xander furiously slammed himself into Jenny’s sex. They both were making good use of Miss Calendar and she loved it. Xander felt her love it; he groaned loudly as she tightened around his cock.

Jenny’s face got closer and closer to Cordelia’s womanhood every time Xander thrust into her, until she wasn’t so much licking it as holding her tongue out and letting Xander’s strokes pump it and her against Cordelia’s pussy. She hadn’t eaten a woman out before, but she’d been on the receiving end of oral sex enough times to know what would make the cheerleader feel good. Timing her licks together with Xander’s slow, loving plunges into her, she trailed her tongue into the pink petals of Cordelia’s sex and tasted the bittersweet flavor of her cunt. Her tongue went deeper and deeper…

“Yesssss,” Cordelia sighed. “That’s it! Yes, Jenny! That feels perfect!”

Jenny loved how Cordelia’s hips rolled with her lapping tongue, how Xander pistoned into her, throwing her into giving her tongue to Cordelia. The boy might not be experienced, but he had good instincts. He wasn’t going for broke, not now that he’d gotten his rocks off once with their dual blowjob. Now he was taking it slow.

None of them were going to come anytime soon, but they were at such a delirious level of pleasure that it didn’t matter. Jenny was enjoying eating Cordelia’s pussy as much as she was being cocked by Xander. She didn’t care how long it lasted—she knew she’d love the finish whenever it arrived. Already, she could feel her climax bubbling inside her like a teakettle about to whine with steam…

She started nibbling at Cordelia’s folds, grinding her teeth into the sensitive tissue, then sucking it into her mouth. It drove Cordelia crazy. She gasped, her hips bucking off the bed, her hands tearing at her own raven hair.

“Feels amazing!” Cordelia moaned. “My clit, suck my hard clit, Jenny, please, my clit really needs it—“

Jenny easily found her stingingly erect clitoris and wrapped it in her lips. She drew in breath along the little bud and that was all it took. Suddenly Cordelia’s hands were on Jenny’s head, her hips cresting to push her mound into Jenny’s face, and Jenny found her mouth filled with warm, succulent cream.

“I’m coming!” Cordelia cried, eyes bulging, whole body stricken with the sudden influx of sensation. For once, she couldn’t even think of anything to say—besides the painfully obvious. “Suck me, I’m coming! Suck me! I’M COMINGGGG!”

Jenny swallowed her first mouthful of the tangy juices, but Cordelia filled her lips all over again. Jenny kept gulping and gulping until Cordelia’s body had stopped trembling. Only then could she raise her head and take a breath. Cordelia’s hands fell from her hair like dead leaves in autumn.

“Sweet… that was so sweet,” Cordelia cooed, her eyes glazed. “So fucking sweet… God, that was sweet…”

Jenny felt like she could stare at Cordelia’s contented afterglow, her heaving breasts and flushed face, for hours, but she was distracted. Xander pulled himself out of her, only to roll her onto her back. She’d been lying bellydown on the foot of the bed to eat Cordelia out, so now her ass was on the edge of the bed, Xander standing over her. She parted her long legs for him and he stooped down between them.

“Time to give you a real fucking.”

“God yes,” Jenny agreed breathlessly, overjoyed not just with getting Xander’s cock, but getting it before the insensate Cordelia could even recover. A little filly who was that overcome by a little tonguing wouldn’t know what to do with a man’s prick. And Xander certainly was a man…

She wrapped her legs around them, tightening them with all the muscles in her taut frame as he drove himself into her sex. Her arms embraced him as well, hands pressing into his back, pulling him in so that he fell down on top of her as they kissed. They were half in the bed, half out—Jenny’s legs dangling over the end, while Xander’s feet were braced on the floor, holding him up as he bulled into her open thighs, her waiting cunt.

She knew he was tasting Cordelia’s wetness as he kissed her and it turned both of them on. He dove into her faster and faster, until Jenny felt the first hot spasm of climax tremble through her flesh. She ground herself against Xander’s penetrating erection.

“Give it to me!” she cried. “Give it to me like a whore! Fuck me like a cheap whore! Oh Jesus, I’m fucking cominggg!”

Her wetness flooded Xander’s shaft and he kept driving into her at the same needy pace, his pumps forcing out her juices to cascade down the side of the mattress.

“God, Xander!” she moaned. “God!”

He was amazing with his cock—everything that she had imagined a man could be ever since she’d had that first heated tickle inside her girlish body. Everything! Absolutely everything! She felt his cock swell with the presence of cum; he thrust more rapidly into her, picking up speed like a train surmounting a hill. It wouldn’t be long now until the fast, gasping rush down the other side…

“Use me!” Jenny babbled, lost now in her own surrender, overtaken by him just as she’d overwhelmed Cordelia. She wanted his cum so bad. “Use me, Xander! Use my pussy! Fill it with your hot cum! Empty those big balls into me—I wanna be your cum dump!”

“Fuck yes!” Xander groaned. “Yes, here it comes! Here’s my cum—fuck, it feels so good, feels so fucking good coming in you! So fucking good! I love it, fucking love it!”

His hot cum spurted as Jenny pressed herself up against him and it felt like everything she’d ever wanted. The fullness of his cock in her pussy, the heat of his sticky jizz filling her up. Then she collapsed down to the bed, arms thrown to either side of it, splayed legs spilling over the side.

When Xander pulled out of her, his cum dribbled directly onto the floor. Xander drew her up more fully onto the bed, then wiped up the fallen cum with a dangling bedsheet wielded by his foot. Then he looked up to see that he’d pulled Jenny into Cordelia’s personal space; still overwhelmed, sucking in small breaths, Cordelia had thrown a leg over Jenny’s equally impassioned body. Jenny cuddled against it, resting her head against a toned cheerleading thigh.

Then Xander heard the phone ring.

More out of a desire to keep Jenny and Cordelia from being disturbed than because he particularly wanted to take the call, Xander ran to answer it—his legs rubbery, steering his naked body into more than a few obstacles in the darkened house. But finally, he got to the home phone and took it off its cradle.

“Yeah?” he gasped out.

Buffy’s voice rushed into his ears. “Xander, I need you.”

Xander’s already strained mind stretched even further, like taffy at this point. Needed him? What did that mean? Demon craziness? Just remembered a test she needed to cram for? No, she had Willow for that. Fight with Willow she needed to commiserate over? Fight with Willow and a test to cram for?

It didn’t even occur to him, in his present state, that the love spell might’ve gone any further than Jenny and Cordelia, and Buffy’s terse manner gave no hints. “Come over to my place. Right away. I can’t talk about it over the phone.”

Normally, Xander would’ve hopped to, but suddenly—post losing his virginity, to two women in fact, so it felt like he was at a negative amount of virginity—it felt a little pathetic to be at Buffy’s beck and call when she wasn’t at all interested in his beck or call. Much better to stay with Jenny and Cordelia. But, if duty was calling…

“Is this serious? You know, an emergency? Because if it isn’t… you know, it is a school night, and sleeping in class is bad for my back…”

“It’s life or death, Xander,” Buffy told him. “Get over here now.”

She hung up. Xander replaced the phone on the hook. Since he doubted it was so important that Buffy wanted him to go streaking, he made a quick trip back to his room to grab his clothes.

There, he found that Cordelia had awoken, and she was taking care of the cum he’d left inside of Jenny the same way she’d taken care of the cum he’d left on Jenny’s face. Jenny didn’t seem to have any complaints. She didn’t appear wholly conscious, but whatever dream she was having looked to be a lot of fun. In fact, she looked a little like Dr. Crusher in that TNG episode with the grandma-banging Irish ghost, writhing around—all that was missing was the green light.

Hunh, kinda thought the getting laid thing would replace all that useless knowledge with useless knowledge about football and sports cars. Xander shrugged.

Fortunately, his laisse-faire attitude towards interior decorating had left a pile of clean clothes within arm’s reach of the door. He grabbed them, picked out an outfit that wouldn’t sear Buffy’s eyes too badly, then left Cordy and Jenny to their post-game wrap-up.

Okay, maybe a little football is seeping in…