Smuttydale update

The moment Xander came out of his house, still pulling on his jacket, he saw Faith parked at his curb. She was leaning on the ’73 Dodge Charger that had brought her over and Xander doubted it was hers. He also doubted that whoever she’d taken it from would be lodging any complaints.

Tight black leather caressed Faith’s slender legs all the way down to her big combat boots, which somehow didn’t break the effect but enhanced it. On her chest—Xander was too straight to identify what kind of garment it was, but it was like a big kerchief, knotted behind her back, crossing her breasts, then hanging down her tight little tummy, leaving her lower belly and sides mostly exposed. Not to mention the upper reaches of her chest. 

A big, fuck-off belt buckle completed the effect, perched high on her taut waist. Something about the way she stood with it projecting out from her abs made Xander think of what little he’d paid attention to in class about Freud, penis envy, and overcompensation.

“Hey Xand,” Faith said, smacking gum. “Thought I’d give you a ride.”

“Uh-huh. Where am I going?” Xander replied.

“The Bronze. You need to dance with me.”

“Do I?”

Faith canted her hips even more, until Xander could almost hear the leather creak over her pubic mound. His eyes helplessly went to it. As much drama as Faith had in her DNA, those hips never lied. 

“Do you?” Faith asked, undulating her hips slightly, making her stomach clench like a belly dancer’s underneath the flowing kerchief of her top. 

Xander felt a pang in his cock. Yes. He needed to. No matter how things were with Cordelia and Willow and Willow’s evil twin, he couldn’t say no to Faith. Maybe it was a personal failing. Maybe it was Man’s ambitious nature. But Xander could get all the sex he wanted from the other women in his life and he’d still feel like an idiot if he didn’t tap the juicy ass he knew was located under all that skintight leather.

“I do.”

Faith spread her legs slightly, invitingly, as she kept leaning against the car. “That’s my Xander,” she purred approvingly, before launching out of her lean and circling around to get into the driver’s seat. 

Xander opened up the passengerside door and climbed in. The moment he sat down, Faith slapped her hand onto his thigh. She gave it a squeeze, quipped an unapologetic “Oops,” and relocated her hand to the stick shift, which she pumped into gear. Her foot stomped down on the gas and they took off at Warp 5.

“So, hear you’re back together with Cordelia.”

Watching the supple muscles in Faith’s arms twitch as she manipulated the wheel, taking them in and out and in between traffic like a surgeon performing an operation, Xander wondered if Faith’s Slayer reflexes made driving that crazy feasible, or if she was just that reckless.

“Yeah,” Xander confirmed, struggling to get his seatbelt in place.

“And you’ve had some Three’s Company action with her and Willow. You’ve even had some family fun nights over at the Summers place.”

“Yeah?” Xander asked, the tongue of his seatbelt clicked into its tab. “What’s it to you? You never wanted anything more than casual.”

Faith smirked, her eyes glowing. “I’m not jealous, Xand. Don’t flatter yourself. It’s just that I’ve always liked it when you pull your cock out of me and I clean it off with my tongue—taste my own pussy underneath all the cum. Wonder what that would be like with another cunt. Do any of them clean your prick off, Xand?” She laughed. “It doesn’t even matter. Bet I’m the best at it.”

“If you like tasting pussy so much, why don’t you find yourself a woman? Can’t be any harder than finding yourself a man.”

“Women are bitches. Too needy.” Faith ignored the protests of several car horns as she threw the Charger into a hairpin turn, cutting across a busy intersection to get them going East. “But if a couple of hot ones are already doing the relationship crap with you, why don’t you invite me in on it? Afraid I won’t play nice?”

“You’re not exactly the sharing type.”

“I shared with Buffy,” Faith laughed, watching Xander’s cock swell in his pants. “I could’ve enjoyed my own pussy, just me and my trusty stake, but I let her stick her tongue in me, fuck my wet cunt with her tongue—suck my asshole. That something you’d like to see?”

Before Xander could answer, she pulled to a stop in front of the Bronze. She didn’t bother with a parking spot. She left the car in the street, barely put into park, and strutted with him inside the nightclub.

Xander followed her inside. He was amazed by what all the horny boys and girls of Sunnydale were doing with the familiar confines of the Bronze. The place could have launched a whole new ad campaign just by videotaping some of the orgy going on inside.

Faith grabbed a spliff from someone she passed by, taking a heady breath of it as she looked around. Harmony was there, stripped to the waist, a boy sucking on her swollen nipples. Her eyes were closed and she urged him on as he worked her pants down her legs, still nursing at her tits while he tugged them down.

There was a couple on the bar, pants and underwear pulled aside, the boy fitting his stiff prick into the girl’s pussy lips. He pushed into her and Faith raised her eyebrows as his thick cock disappearing into his lover’s wet sex. His hips worked inside of her splayed thighs and she moaned, spreading her knees far apart to let him open up her cunt as far as he wanted.

Faith licked her lips, watching more and more of the crowd abandoning their clothes. A cock was stuffed into a pussy there, another slid into a set of sucking lips here. There was fucking and sucking all across the room. It made Faith’s cunt burn hot, feeling like they were welcoming her to the show.

“Come on, Xand,” she muttered huskily. “They’re playing our song.”

“I don’t feel like dancing,” Xander said, his eyes on her heaving breasts.

Hands on her hips, Faith swayed, her hips going in one direction, her torso going in the other, then reversing. The little shimmy was hypnotic. “How about now?” Faith teased, watching his eyes practically turn into little hearts. “Feel like dancing now?”

“Almost,” Xander leered, following her onto the dance floor.

Around Faith’s swaying body, her hands roaming her own flesh in almost autoerotic appreciation of her own beauty, excitement spread from her like wildfire. It was clear Faith felt a charge running through her, an electric response to Xander’s attraction to her, and the music pounding out of the speakers only added to that. 

She spun and turned with Xander in a frenzy, her raven hair slashing at her shoulders, her legs propelling her against the air in an endless coitus. She shook her breasts at Xander, rolled her pelvis to him in a lascivious shimmy. Her rutting hip movements were as close to fucking as she could get them.

“Faith, geez,” Xander gasped as she rode against him in heated motion. “You’re gonna make me come!”

Smiling, Faith thrust herself against him even harder. “If you can’t take a little dancing, then there’s no way you can keep up with me in the sack. Too bad. Guess B hasn’t been working the pole hard enough for you to build up a little endurance.”

Her breasts rubbed against his chest, her nipples grinding on the fabric so harshly that Faith grinned, getting off from the friction. Xander couldn’t resist her any longer. When she turned around to sway her ass against his crotch, her back pressed to his chest, he reached underneath her top and squeezed handfuls of cleavage. Faith moaned with approval, looking down to see his fingers toy with her erect nipples. Her eyes shone with hungry need as she twisted her head, baring her throat to Xander.

Faith’s gesture of submission gave Xander the confidence to jerk the kerchief off of Faith’s body. Faith looked down to approvingly watch her own breasts as they jiggled, now feeling the cool air against her bare, sweaty skin. Everyone seemed to stare at her, from Xander on down, and a fresh wave of passion flowed through her flesh. 

Faith broke away from Xander to shake herself at him once more, rolling her hands over her body, offering herself to him more violently than she ever had before. She reveled in feeling eyes on her half-naked body, while the churning rhythm of the music poured down into her cunt. It was illicit, dirty—she wouldn’t have traded being the centerpiece at this orgy for any amount of privacy.

“Satisfied?” Faith teased, licking her lips as she felt Xander’s eyes on her slender hips, undulating to a primeval beat she could feel throbbing in her wet cunt. “Or you want more?”

“I want all of it,” Xander growled. He had stopped any semblance of dancing—too painful when his thick erection was barely restrained by his pants.

Closing her eyes in obscene anticipation, Faith hooked her thumbs into her leather pants and drew them down her legs as she shimmed and shook, until they were a pool of blackness at her feet. She undid the laces on her boots too and stepped out of both wearing only a flimsy pair of panties. Next, she teased her fingers into the waistband of the panties, pulling and tugging at them as she flew with the beat, her long perfect legs strutting, her bare breasts jiggling, her hair floating loose and wild as she threw herself about in promise of the fuck Xander was already imagining with her.

Breathing intensified throughout the room, harsh and driving as men looked away from their blowjobs, their fucks to instead feast on Faith’s whirling, bouncing body. She’d never been so aroused in her life. All the panting excitement she was greeted with made her dance harder. Her cunt was on fire, her juices flowing out to soak her pussy and make her panties all but translucent.

Now that the thin, sopping fabric was more of a hindrance than a help, feeling sodden and stodgy on her unrepressed body, Faith flicked her panties off. She bared herself totally to the lusty stares on all sides. Her pussy throbbed blissfully, open air touching it, every man in the room eying it with desire. 

“Faith!” Xander cried, a choked plea. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Dropping to his knees, he wrapped his arms around Faith’s slender waist and pulled her to him. His face burrowed into her groin and Faith gasped, a shaky grin on her face as his tongue snaked into her tight cunt, warm and slippery and feeling incredible. His heaving breath burned against her tender womanhood as his tongue twisted her insides around.

“Ughh—oohhh!” Faith cooed in delight.

Xander came up a little, kissing and tonguing her erect clit while Faith spasmed and seized. She thought she would faint as she was shook around by the wild pulses of joy she felt going through her. Then Xander descended once more, feeding his tongue into her pussy. Faith shrieked, her eyes rolling back in her head, her knees buckling. She’d just come, giving Xander all the boiling cream he could gulp down.

Xander followed her down to the floor, keeping his face in her groin, his tongue buried in her sex, until she was so low that he pushed her onto her back. She laid there, spread-eagled in the middle of the dance floor, while Xander ate hungrily at her pussy, seeming to feed on the very satisfaction she’d felt from her climax—leaving only a craving for more.

“Nnh! Fuck! Oh, Xander, shit, you--!” Faith let out a long sigh, feeling like her orgasm had just repeated on her as Xander prodded her G-spot. Her body quivered with every touch of Xander’s seeking tongue. “Suck me, tongue my clit! Show me how you got those pearly white Summers legs to open up for you!”

She let her body take over, deliver itself to Xander, her lithe thighs wrapping around his neck, muscles cording and clenching all through her as she ground herself into his probing tongue, his sucking lips. Then she gasped, contractions racing through her body as Xander’s mouth had its way with her cunt, overwhelming her with their intensity. 

Faith panted, writhed, reaching down to run her hands through his dark hair and pulled him even harder into her gushing sex. More thrills shuddered through her, spiking into her from the point of Xander’s licking tongue, and she gurgled wantonly as she felt her tightly wound body respond. Loosening, then clenching even harder on the illicit thrills she felt.

“Fuck! Xander! Oh! Your tongue!” Faith shook her head from side to side wildly, throwing her hair across her face. She was almost delirious with ecstasy. “Tongue feels so good in my—hh!—little whore pussy.”

She shut her eyes, not that it made much difference when she was lost to everything but the delectable sensations his tongue was giving her. It was the most rapturous experience she’d ever had, being eaten out in front of dozens of people, gasping out how much she loved it to let them all know how much she enjoyed being a wanton slut. No one was judging her now. They were all envying her.

Suddenly, Xander’s wonderful mouth wasn’t there anymore. Faith opened her eyes in shock, wondering how the hell he could no longer be eating her pussy. She knew how good she tasted and she had a lot more to feed him.

“You like my tongue?” Xander asked, panting hard. He pulled off his shirt.

Faith stared at his bare chest and despite the disappointment, she felt a new tremor of want go through her pussy. “It’s not bad,” she mewled, running a hand temptingly around her cleavage. “You going to finish what you started? I’d appreciate it. And you were almost there…”

Xander grinned wickedly as he unbuckled his pants and shucked them down. “I’m going to finish it. But I think we’ll both appreciate this a whole lot more.”

His long, incredibly thick cock sprang into view. Faith’s eyes boggled. Well—no wonder he’d fucked his way through one Slayer already. That was prick enough to get Faith to do anal, and make her a little afraid of doing it too.

Lowering himself over Faith, Xander took her left nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking it and immediately overwhelming Faith with the sensation that’d been locked in her untouched nipple. Her body rippled with need. He went to the other upthrust nipple, mouthing and laving with his tongue again, and Faith’s hips helplessly worked, slapping her empty cunt up against his belly in a frantic signaling for his cock. She needed it. She was hungry for it.

“You want me, Faith?” Xander nuzzled her ear, rubbing his chest against her body. The nipples he’d made so tender sung as they felt his chest hair grating against them. “You want my hot prick like Willow did? Like Cordelia? You want your hungry little pussy to come on my cock like they did? Like Buffy?”

Faith’s mind reeled. Her nipples screamed for more of his loving mouth. Her pussy was so wet that it trickled down between her legs. Every part of her body needed to be fucked. There was no point fighting it. She didn’t know why she was trying. It seemed wrong on some level to be having sex in the middle of the Bronze, mounted and fucked as part of an all-consuming orgy, but Faith had always enjoyed being a little wrong. Being a Slayer was a little wrong; you had to learn to get off on that or you couldn’t fucking breathe.

And soon, any sense of wrongness disappeared. If it was wrong, then she was so wrong that it was only right, natural—lying bare-ass in Xander’s strong arms, in a room full of naked bodies, watching them fuck the same way they were watching her with Xander. Every little moan and gasp of pleasure from the rutting couples sent a pleasurable chill through Faith, tingling her straining nipples, her dripping cunt. She was one of them. She was one of those needy little whores who just wanted to fuck.

“Yeah, Xander,” she whispered at last. “Fuck me like you fucked B. Stick your big cock in me and see if you wear this Slayer pussy out. It’s good and ready for you, baby. Five by five.”

Faith lay back and Xander came down on top of her. Their bodies joined together. Xander drove himself into Faith’s clenched pussy. Her searing cunt engulfed him as he pitched his hips between her legs.

“Ghhh!” Xander cried, filled with the joy of being inside her warm pussy.

He shoved himself as deep into her as he could, until their pubic hair met, his cockhead driven to the edge of her cervix. The feeling of her tightness flooded Xander’s consciousness. All he knew was the heated pressure of Faith’s cunt as it gripped his throbbing erection. It was heavenly inside her—he couldn’t imagine anything softer or snugger than her pussy was around his cock. He was in ecstasy as he rammed himself in and out of her, her exquisite tightness stroking every inch of his manhood, making his every nerve tingle rapturously.

“Oooh!” Faith mewled, feeling her mind going and happy to wave it goodbye as she lost herself in pleasure. 

Xander pulled out of her, his glans raking her tight folds. Then he drove back in, making her pussy stretch all over again, struggle to accommodate his fat cock. He could already feel the stunning orgasm he was working towards—nothing like the ones he’d given himself over the years. This one felt Faith’s whole sensual body was working to pull his cum from his balls.

By the tenth stroke of his cock, his cum was bloating out his shaft, powerful jolts flashing out of Xander’s balls as they clenched, ready to be empty, needing to be empty as much as Faith’s pussy needed to be filled.

“Ahhhh!” he cried wildly. His climax raged as he pumped down into Faith with all his strength. 

It took a long time for his ecstasy to work its way out of his pistoning body. Slowly, he became aware of more than his pounding cock and the satisfaction singing out of it. He felt Faith’s breasts quiver against his chest, heard her desperate moans as she played out her own rapture.

Lifting his head from where he’d buried it in Faith’s cleavage as he came, he looked at her face. Her features were full of lust, looking at him with a mixture of gratitude for the ecstasy he’d already given her and lust for more. Her hips were still churning, bucking against him ferociously, and Xander tried to answer with thrusts of his own, even while his prick felt leaden and sluggish. It hadn’t lost its firmness yet, though.

Faith was coming, the length and intensity of her climax incredible. He could only assume she’d slain a pack of vampires beforehand, come to him revved up from the fight. As good as he’d had it fucking her, it was nothing in comparison with how Faith was enjoying herself. Xander actually felt a little envious.

Xander kept thrusting himself into the depths of her pussy, lifting his body higher to come down harder. From on high, he looked down at Faith’s writhing body. Her breasts rolled like waves in a high wind. Their bellies loudly slapped together as he plummeted into her. Faith shook, squirmed, every thrust he gave her making her orgasm stretch that much further into infinity.

“It’s yours!” Faith wailed. “It’s fucking yours, yours baby, yours—“

Then her cunt heaved so hard around his cock it was like an explosion. She lifted and threw her head down against the floor several times, until there were cracks in the concrete. Then she lay still. Xander had no more energy. He fell down on her, cushioning his head with her breasts. Faith had no energy to hold him; what little life she showed twitched in her satiated body. Her thighs splayed out under his hips, crowned by the cum that leaked from her parted slit, his cock still embedded in her.

“Shit, Xander,” Faith purred. “If that’s how hard you fuck Slayer pussy, we’re going to need a third player just to light my cigarette after.”

“Five by five,” Xander sighed.