Eight By Eight update

Cordelia’s tongue leapt into Peter’s ear, stimulating the erogenous zone enough to make him gasp, and her tongue only continued to spear into the tiny channel, wetly, tantalizingly. Peter heard his own blood pounding in his temples as his heartbeat doubled. Beating for both Cordelia and Faith, as they worked him over like a millionaire with a pair of high-priced hookers. Peter resolved to care about absolutely nothing but enjoying this miracle.

He lay on his back, Faith continuing to play her hands over his member, as if still trying to verify how big it was. But her attention wandered to his muscular body, with abs like Faith had never seen outside her own Slayer physique. She licked her way up his six-pack, kissing each corded muscle, tasting the sweat on Peter’s body that spoke of his excitement. 

As she reached his chest, teenage hair tickled her lips. Her efforts were cajoling more sweat out of him; its salt sizzled on her tongue. Faith wondered if his cock would have the same bitter burn in her mouth, or if its musk would be entirely different. 

In her hand, his quivering cock felt as firm and as potent as his broad pecs did against her lips. She squeezed his prick and felt it pulsing back with anticipation. Her own pussy shivered too, itching with its own expectations. Faith couldn’t wait to have it buried inside her, though she was torn about sharing her new friend—buried treasure, so to speak, if her mouth didn’t have better things to do than quip—with Cordelia. 

Well, not so much torn as conflicted between feeling Cordelia was a stupid bitch if she passed up this dick and hoping Cordelia was enough of a stupid bitch to let her have Peter all to herself. Her lips found a hard nipple on Peter’s slender chest. She sucked it and Peter moaned. Faith couldn’t tell if it was because of her or if he was reacting to Cordelia’s tongue fiddling away in his ear. She gently bit down, but only got a small flexing of Peter’s muscles. Cordelia was the one who was getting him off. 

There was no way Faith had been called a slag and a ho and a skank as many times as she had, by chicks just like Cordelia Chase, for Cordy to be a better lay than her. Faith’s fingers clamped down hard on Peter’s manhood. 

Peter yelped. “Hey! Watch it! I may be strong, but I still have feelings.”

“Save it for B. She’s the one who’s into all the emo shit.” Faith moved to straddle Peter so that her mound was rubbing against his engorged member. Tremors raced through his body as he felt the tight, hot opening he might soon be fucking. She guessed all was forgiven. “If you can’t take it, why don’t you try dishing it out? I don’t mind a little pain…”

“Would your last name happen to be Hardy by any chance?”

Cordelia’s lips tugged at his earlobe. “It might be; no one knows. I don’t think Faith’s even her real name. Who names their kid after a stripper?”

“Cordelia is definitely her real name,” Faith retorted. “Who’d pretend to have a handle like that?”

Cordelia gave Faith a fierce look, but when she spoke, her voice was sweet as honey, her lips only inches from Peter’s wet ear, as if her tongue had lubricated it for her words to enter. “Peter, don’t you think it’s my turn to suck you off? It just doesn’t seem fair that Faith gets to blow you and then you fuck her and I get left out. Can’t I play?” she simpered.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Faith groaned, not wanting the heat and fullness of his cock going anywhere but deeper into her snatch. “C’mon, Pete—superhero cock, Slayer muscles. That’s a winning combination. You really care that much about what rich girl throat can do?”

Cordelia sniffled, rubbing her face against Peter’s cheek. “I just want to make you happy, Peter. That’s not too much to ask, is it? I don’t understand why she has to be so mean about it…”

“Faith,” Peter gulped, “why don’t you and her trade places?”

“I don’t believe this!” Faith cried.

Cordelia had already kissed Peter on the cheek and knelt down at his groin opposite Faith. “Sharing is caring,” she teased, only her wicked gaze giving the lie to her innocent act. That, and the way she sucked Peter’s cockhead into her mouth.

Peter groaned just like he’d done for Cordelia’s tongue in her ear.

“I hope you gag,” Faith said under her breath.

Cordelia slurped her way back off Peter’s cockhead. “If you want to leave, we’ll try our best to have fun without you…” She kissed his throbbing shaft.

“Cow,” Faith reiterated.

“Maybe that’s why I’m going to get all the milk,” Cordelia said with exaggerated contemplation, before taking Peter back down her throat.

Faith refused to be outdone at giving head by some prissy cheerleader who looked like she’d never gotten on her knees in her life. Pride was at stake now. She nuzzled herself into Peter’s scrotum, tasting and sniffing his balls before Cordelia got to them with her own perfumed scent. Her tongue pushed Peter’s testes around while Cordelia’s swirled around his knob. 

Despite all predictions to the contrary, the rich girl seemed to be enjoying having her mouth stuffed with cock. She lapped at Peter’s cum-hole before dropping her lips down his length. Peter groaned loudly to have both women mouthing at his groin. Their tongues filled him with restless energy. He couldn’t simply lie there. 

He had been sitting on the foot of the bed before lying down; Faith and Cordelia had arranged themselves so they were kneeling on the mattress, one to each bedpost, and now down on all fours to blow him. It was as if they were setting themselves against each other, as interested in maintaining their rivalry as they were in pleasuring him. It all reminded him of something Gwen and Mary Jane might’ve done—if all three of them were on ‘ludes or something.

Peter reached down the bed with both arms, sliding one hand between Cordelia’s legs and the other between Faith’s. As he felt them, they serviced his cock, and he looked from one to the other, wondering if there was any way to tell which he liked more. 

On the one hand, literally, Cordelia’s pussy was shaved, if not waxed, the only trace of hair he felt a carefully chiseled C in the pubic hair above her slit. On the other hand, Faith had a light covering of downy hair, seeming to be a naturally sparse growth. A Slayer thing, maybe. Like Faith herself, poised between not giving a fuck and a natural allure. 

Both their pussies were wetly swollen; despite their harsh words for each other, the situation was clearly arousing them both. Glistening juice shone on both their inner thighs. He felt between their legs, inside their panties, to touch their assholes, equally tight, responsive to his fingertips. His cock jerked at the thought of fucking one of them there. It seemed insane, but so was this whole situation. And if they kept pushing each other, who knew where it would escalate…

Cordelia gagged suddenly, interrupting his train of thought. Showing off, she had tried to deep-throat him but now, to Faith’s amusement, she had to retreat. “God!” she cried hoarsely, a string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to Peter’s cockhead. “Why do guys always want to have such big pricks? Do they have any idea how inconvenient it is?”

“Done with your turn?” Faith asked with mocking solicitousness.

Cordelia grasped his cock possessively, but before the argument could continue, Peter gripped her by the head and drew her down to his cockhead. 

“Suck me,” he moaned, his cock surging into Cordelia’s mouth and its O of surprise. Peter had reminded her of Xander. This was definitely not a Xander move. “God… fuck yes… Faith, you lick the bottom. There’s plenty for both of you.”

A tremble went through Faith’s body. If Peter were still sliding his fingers over her slit, he’d feel her arousal was juicy and abundant. She loved a man who knew how to put a woman in her place, so long as that woman wasn’t her. 

Faith brought her mouth to the engorged root of Peter’s manhood, where she licked, kissed, as if to show Cordelia how it was done at the other end of Peter’s length. Cordelia hungrily pumped her lips on what small portion of Peter’s endowment she could throat, with Faith’s tongue laving over the girthy vein that ran the underside of Peter’s cock.

Peter sighed gratifyingly. If he didn’t end up fucking one or both of them in the ass, it wouldn’t be for lack of lubrication. He wondered if he could convince Faith to lick Cordelia’s hole. Perhaps if he promised to do the same for Faith… after all, once he’d gotten them nice and wet, it’d be a waste for them not to be sodomized.