Head Of The Class

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SUMMARY: Buffy is a high school teacher. Spike is the student that she can't get

out of her mind. He has it bad for her too. But they couldn't possibly act on

their urges... Could they?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rated NC-17!! Don't read if you're underage!

Buffy and the characters belong to Joss and ME, I own nothing.

Warnings for: Underage M/F sex. If the thought of a 17 year old guy having sex

with his 25 year old female teacher bothers you, read no further. This one’s

pretty raunchy, folks.

Large male genitalia advisory: Spike is VERY well-endowed in this particular

story.

This is just fantasy. In real life, I do not approve of a teacher-student

relationship like the one described in this story. But this is Spike and Buffy

we're talking about for crying out loud!

Thanks to Junebug for beta-ing for me! *hugs*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1: Can't Take My Eyes Off of You

 

 

Buffy Summers was nervous. This was her first day teaching English in her new

school, Sunnydale High. She was 25, still young and passionate about her work.

She sat at her desk, making sure she had everything she needed.

Buffy was taking over for the regular English teacher, Mrs. Crabtree. Mrs.

Crabtree, by all the accounts she'd heard in the teacher's lounge, was a mean,

old battle-axe of a woman who didn't care much for children. She'd come down

with some kind of mystery illness and was going to be out until further notice.

Buffy hoped that the students would take a liking to her even though the job was

temporary.

She tossed her long, blonde hair over her shoulder and straightened her blue,

peasant-style blouse. Her matching blue skirt came down to just below her knees.

A pair of tan, high-heels covered her feet. She thought she looked pretty good.

Respectable, but still hip. At least she hoped that's how she came off...

A little before 8 o'clock, her homeroom students started filing into the

classroom. Some of them talking animatedly, others looking like rejects from

'Night of the Living Dead', shuffling along to their desks.

After a few minutes, the bell rang.

'Showtime!' Buffy thought, exhaling.

She smiled brightly and walked around to the front of her desk. She sat on the

edge.

"Good morning everyone. I'm Miss Summers. I'll be your homeroom teacher and

teach English in Mrs. Crabtree's absence."

Some of the students shouted their approval, whistling and hooting. More than a

few of the boys sat up and took notice of the pretty new teacher. The students

started quieting down.

"Whoa, dude! The teacher is totally hot!"

Buffy heard the voice coming from the back of the room. She looked over into

what was the 'juvenile delinquent' corner apparently. The other students gave

them a wide berth. Four young men and two young ladies sat at their desks,

sticking their legs out and leaning back in their chairs. The classic 'I'm too

cool' position.

"Alright, everyone, settle down. I hope we have a smooth transition to-"

Buffy stopped talking when the other students looked towards the door.

She looked and saw another student entering the room. She couldn't help staring.

 

He walked in the room like he owned the place, with a sexy swagger. His most

eye-catching feature was his white-blonde, bleached hair that stood up in spikes

two or three inches off his head. He was wearing a tight, black vest with safety

pins stuck all over the front; a pair of ripped up blue jeans, the bulge in the

front of the jeans was considerable; silver rings and bracelets adorned his

wrists, thumbs and fingers; he wore a diamond stud in his left ear; a long,

black leather duster was draped over his shoulder, two of his fingers were

hooked into it; a beat-up book bag with only one strap was slung over his other

shoulder. His muscular arms were bare.

He had a confident, cocky smirk on his face.

'Those are nice arms...nice arms to have...' Buffy thought hazily.

Buffy snapped out of her daze.

"Let's be on time, tomorrow shall we?" Buffy asked.

He slowed down and looked at her, doing a double-take. His smirk faltered for a

moment.

'Bloody hell! Who's that!? She's fucking gorgeous!' His mind raced.

After a quick scan of her petite and shapely body, he managed to nod and resumed

his pace to the back of the room with the other punks.

Buffy held in the dreamy sigh that wanted to rise from her throat when he had

looked at her. He was very handsome, gorgeous even. His eyes were blue, like the

ocean after a storm, he wore black eyeliner, making them stand out more than

they would normally; he had a scar on his left eyebrow, accentuated by a metal

barbell piercing; his lips were full and lush; his cheekbones were sharp and

defined like a top male model's.

He looked like the exact type of guy that her mother had warned her about when

she was a teen...the kind of guy she'd always secretly craved. The kind of guy

she still secretly craved.

Buffy shook herself from her forbidden thoughts and started roll call.

The students answered, "Here," when she called their names.

"William Giles?" Buffy read down the list.

There were snickers from the back of the room. She looked up.

"Sod off!" The tardy student pushed his friends.

"Is there a problem?" Buffy asked.

"Wiiillllliiiiaamm!" One of the punks said in a high voice.

"I said piss off, you bloody poof!" He kicked at the other punk's leg from his

desk.

"Hey, settle down!" Buffy said sternly.

He stopped and looked up at her.

"Are you William Giles?" Buffy asked him.

"Spike."

"Pardon me?" She furrowed her brow.

'Is that some new slang term the kids are using? Was that an insult?' Buffy

wondered.

"My name. It's Spike Giles." He replied.

"Oh. I see." Buffy made a note of his preferred term of address on her roll

sheet (like she'd be able to forget anything about him!).

She wanted to try to get along with the kids. In her brief teaching experience,

calling them by their nicknames seemed to endear her more to them.

"Alright, Spike it is." Buffy smiled sweetly. "You're British?"

"Say, you're good!" Spike smirked. "No wonder you're a teacher."

"That'll do, Spike." Buffy smiled.

Spike kept the smirk on his face, but gulped. The front of his jeans became

suddenly much more confining. He grimaced slightly as the painful hard-on

strained at his zipper. He covered himself with his duster.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Buffy's 4th period English class came in and sat at their assigned seats.

The day was going well. She hadn't had much trouble at all. The kids were very

well behaved for the most part. The only disturbance in the force had been this

morning...William "Spike" Giles. She was having trouble getting him out of her

mind.

'He's a teenager, he's one of your students, Buffy! You should expel any impure

thoughts about him immediately!' the miniature, angelic-Buffy holding a harp on

her right shoulder said in a high sweet voice.

'What are you stupid? Did you see that boy?! He's sex on a fucking stick! That

face, that ass, those arms! What more do you need? And did you see that bulge!?

Is that a salami down his pants!? I bet he can fuck like dream!' The miniature

Devil-Buffy holding a pitchfork on her left shoulder exclaimed, swinging her

pointed tail back and forth.

Buffy squeezed her eyes shut as her brain battled against itself.

The late bell rang. Buffy shook herself from her lusty thoughts for the

hundredth time that day and stood up.

"Hello class. I'm Miss Summers. I'll be taking over for Mrs. Crab-"

Spike breezed in the door, late again.

Buffy tried not to look at him too long.

"Mr. Giles, you're late."

"Sorry, luv." Spike smirked as he walked to his seat in the back of the room. "I

was havin' a smoke."

Some of the students chuckled. More than a few of the girls blushed and giggled

at his presence.

"That's not an excuse, Spike. I'll expect you to be on time from now on." Buffy

said firmly.

"Then you're only settin' yourself up for disappointment, pet. I like to make an

entrance." He smirked, sliding down in his seat and splaying his legs.

The students laughed.

Buffy was getting irritated. It wasn't good for the other kids to think they

could get away with bad behavior.

"Spike, in my class you may refer to me as Miss Summers. Not luv, or pet or-"

"How about 'Darling'?" Spike raised his scarred and pierced eyebrow.

Buffy crossed her arms and gave him a disapproving look.

"Guess not..." Spike said.

The class laughed again.

"Alright, let's get to work." Buffy sighed.

She checked the lesson plan.

"According to what Mrs. Crabtree left me, you were supposed to have finished

'The Great Gatsby' by F. Scott Fitzgerald." She looked back at the class. "Okay,

who would like to tell me about it?"

Buffy looked around, no one raised their hand. Her eyes drifted back to Spike.

He was slumped down in his seat, holding a motorcycle magazine up in front of

his face.

"Spike, put your magazine away."

The class chuckled. Spike closed the magazine and smirked.

"Since you like being the center of attention so much, I think I'll call on you.

How would you characterize 'The Great Gatsby'?" Buffy asked.

Spike looked at her blankly for a moment.

"Uh - the - 'The Great Gatsby'...was - great!" Spike smirked.

The class erupted in laughter.

Buffy tapped her foot. "I was going easy on you because it's my first day, but

enough is enough. I'll see you after class."

The students said, "Oooooh!"

"I suggest you don't try my patience again." Buffy said looking back to her

book.

"But DO try her homemade griddle cakes!" Spike added.

The class laughed again. Some of the kids were wiping tears from their eyes.

Buffy looked up sharply at him, a frown on her face. "I'll see you after school

for detention, Mr. Giles."

The class Ooooooh'ed again.

Spike slumped back in his seat, poking his tongue into his cheek.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After school, Spike reported to Buffy's classroom. She was at her desk writing.

He took a deep breath to steady his nerves and approached her.

"Well, I'm here." Spike said sounding bored.

Buffy looked up at him. Her breath caught in her throat at just how good-looking

a man he was.

'Young man! Emphasis on young.' She corrected herself.

"Good. Have a seat."

Buffy went back to writing.

Spike sighed and headed for the back of the classroom.

"In the front." Buffy said. "Don't be shy."

Spike rolled his eyes and dropped down into a desk in the front row, directly

across from Buffy's desk.

A few minutes passed in silence.

"I'm just gonna sit here the whole bleedin' time, then?" Spike said, breaking

the silence.

Buffy was looking through some papers. "I'll be with you in a minute."

Spike drummed his fingers on the desk. His eyes were drawn to her. He tilted his

head slightly, a wistful smile tugging at his lips. Her honey-blonde hair hung

in a curtain over the right side of her face, the sunlight coming through the

window made it shine and glisten. She raised the pen she was holding in her hand

and put it in her mouth, wrapping her lips around the end.

Spike suppressed a groan and pulled his duster closed. She was so hot, so

beautiful...her skin looked so -

Buffy looked up at him. "You got here on time. I'm impressed. You can start your

detention by erasing the blackboards."

Spike stared at her. "What...you mean - now?"

Spike gulped. He didn't want to get up with the hard-on straining at the front

of his pants.

"That would be nice, yes." Buffy smiled and looked back down at her papers.

Spike buttoned the lower portion of his duster and stood up. He moved to the

chalkboard in the front of the room and began clearing it.

"Aren't you hot in that coat?" Buffy asked.

'Oh, he's hot alright! Veeeeery hot!' Devil-Buffy whispered in her ear.

"No, I'm cool." Spike said quickly.

Buffy shrugged. "Suit yourself."

45 minutes went by. Buffy had Spike do various chores around the classroom. He

was able to take his coat off after 10 minutes, after he managed to get the

hard-on to deflate.

The last 15 minutes of detention, Buffy allowed him to do some homework at his

desk. Spike pretended to read a book while secretly glancing up at her.

Buffy sat at her desk, pretending to be engrossed in some papers. She was

ashamed of herself for checking out Spike's ass when he was erasing the boards

and bending over when he dropped some chalk.

A fantasy started unfolding in her mind like a porn film:

Spike walks up to her desk to report for detention, looking oh-so firm and

tight.

'Here I am, Miss Summers. Where do you want me today?'

Buffy looked up, a wicked grin on her face.

'A few places come to mind...' She purred. 'Why don't you start with the

blackboards...'

Buffy leered at him, licking her lips.

Spike shot her a sexy smirk and strutted over to the blackboard. He picked up an

eraser and began erasing the board, moving his cute ass from side to side.

Buffy smiled and stood up then walked up behind him. She put her hands on his

shoulders.

'You're so tense, Spike.' She massaged his shoulders. 'You need to learn to

relax...'

Buffy's hands traveled down his back to his ass. She cupped a globe in each hand

and squeezed gently.

'Maybe you can help me to learn...' Spike looked at her over his shoulder,

raising his eyebrow.

'Well, I *am* a teacher after all...'

She slid her hands around his waist to the buttons of his jeans.

'Do you have a present for teacher, Spike? It looks like you have a nice *big*

present for me...'

Buffy kissed the soft skin at the nape of his neck, the fine hairs tickling her

upper lip. She started undoing his jeans...

 

"Miss Summers?"

Buffy whipped her head to the side. Spike was standing right next to her, his

groin mere inches from her face. Some time during her fantasy, he had gotten up

and moved to stand beside her without her noticing.

Still tingling and throbbing from the fantasy, Buffy was only able to gawk at

his denim-covered crotch for a few moments. The longer she stared, the more she

could make out the outline of his dick. Her eyes traced the lines down a few

inches (her fingers twitched to do the same). She suddenly realized what she was

doing and turned away, her face hot with embarrassment...and arousal.

'Oh God - he looks so big...'

"You alright, Teach?" Spike asked.

"Yeah - yes. Fine. Thanks." Buffy picked up her papers and straightening them.

"You were zoned out for a minute there, you sure everything's okay?" Spike

asked.

"I was - just thinking of my lesson plan for tomorrow." Buffy said quickly.

"Oh." Spike hooked his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans. "It's been an hour.

Can I go now?"

"Hmm?" Buffy looked at the clock. It had indeed been an hour since he'd come in

for detention. Time flies when you're having fun. "Oh! Yes, of course. I'll -

see you tomorrow morning. On time." She smiled.

Spike nodded and went back to his desk to pick up his coat and book bag. He

looked at her briefly then hurried out the door.

Buffy exhaled explosively and put her head down on her desk.

 

 

Chapter 2: Whatever Gets You Through the Night

 

 

That night...

Buffy tossed and turned in bed.

The Sandman had skipped her house altogether tonight. It was 1 o'clock in the

morning and she had to be up bright and early for school in a few hours. But

every time she closed her eyes she saw Spike.

"I shouldn't be thinking of him like that." Buffy said out loud. "It's - wrong.

But...so what if I have a few harmless fantasies about him? As long as I don't -

act - on them... its okay."

Buffy had been wet and aching all evening. The young, British bad-boy, stud had

really gotten to her. Buffy closed her eyes and thought about him, about what

she'd like him to do to her. She pulled off the over-sized t-shirt that she'd

worn to bed and discarded it, leaving her in her pink panties.

Her hands moved down her body, over her breasts, onto her stomach and into the

tops of her panties. She moaned as her hands slid over her sensitized flesh, she

was so sexually charged her body felt like a live wire. One of her hands traced

up and down her slit. She imagined they were his fingers touching her there.

"Mmmm - Spike - Oh yeah, oh baby..." Buffy smiled and sighed.

Her other hand went to her mouth; she licked her fingers then started playing

with her puckered nipples, imagining that it was his mouth.

"Oooh, that's niiiiice!" Buffy breathed.

Her fingers slid between her labia, stroking inside the swollen lips, the heel

of her hand rubbed against her clit.

"Ohhh - Oh Spike! - Oh yes!" She pulled on and pinched her nipples.

"Oh - Fuck me, Spike! Fuck me!" Buffy whispered fiercely, arching her neck.

She plunged two fingers into her pussy, moving them in and out. Her other hand

went to her pussy too, rubbing and pinching her throbbing clit while she

finger-fucked herself. She put a third finger in her hole, then a forth.

"Spike! Oh - Oh - OH YES! Unnnhhh - Ohhhh!"

Buffy bucked her hips as she started cumming.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spike lay in his bed on his back, staring at the ceiling. One arm was tucked

under his pillow, the other rested on his stomach. He looked over at the digital

alarm clock. 1 AM.

"Bollocks!" He shut his eyes.

He couldn't seem to fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, Miss Summers was

there. Her golden hair blowing out all around her from some mysterious breeze; a

seductive smile on her beautiful lips; walking towards him in slow motion and

taking her clothes off along the way.

Spike opened his eyes and looked down his body at the huge tent in his blankets

that his now stiff cock was making. He sighed and reached for the towel he'd put

on his nightstand, he knew he'd have to use this tonight. Thinking about the

sexy, young, golden-bronzed skinned teacher was getting him so horny.

Spike threw off his covers and shivered. The cool night air coming in his

bedroom window caressed the flesh of his fevered, nude body. He was burning up

with desire for his comely new teacher. He reached for the bottle of hand lotion

he kept on his nightstand and squeezed out a generous amount into his palm. He

rubbed his hands together to distribute the lotion evenly.

Spike took his larger-than-average cock in his hands and applied the lotion to

the entire length. He closed his eyes and thought of Miss Summers as he began

stroking himself.

The fantasy unfurled in his mind:

 

The two of them are alone in the classroom.

Miss Summers smiles at him and stands in front of her desk. Suddenly, she

reaches down and lifts the hem of her white and yellow, flowered sundress,

pulling it over her head.

She's completely naked under it. She sits on the edge of her desk then scoots

back, propping herself up on her elbows and spreading her legs wide open. Her

blonde-haired pussy glistening with moisture; she was so wet and excited for

him. With an alluring smile, she crooks her finger at Spike, beckoning him to

come to her.

Spike smiled, his mouth hanging slightly open, he started breathing more rapidly

as his strokes on his pole sped up.

The fantasy continued:

Spike went to where Miss Summers lay on her desk. He bent over her body, fusing

their mouths together, kissing her lips and invading her mouth with his tongue.

His hands roaming all over her taut, naked, sun-kissed body.

"Oh, Spike!" She exclaimed. "Fuck me! Please!"

"If you insist." Spike smirked.

He quickly took off his jeans, releasing "Not-so-little" Spike. But Miss Summers

wasn't afraid of it like the other girls he'd tried to get into bed. No, not

her. She got a delighted smile on her face and reached for his cock immediately.

 

She took him in her hot, little hands and stroked up and down, up and down...

Spike jerked himself off with both hands faster, pulling harder on his

impressive 12 inch prick.

Miss Summers bent her head down and slid the head of his cock into her mouth,

licking and sucking on it. After a minute, she took it out and guided his

prickhead down to her pussy. She slipped it between her nether lips, just

outside of her entrance.

Spike pushed forward, nice and slow, sinking into her heat inch by inch. She was

so bloody tight and hot. So wet.

"Oh, Spike! Yes! I love your big cock! Uhhh - Give it to me!" Miss Summers

screamed.

"Take my cock, baby! Oh yeah!" Spike shouted, thrusting brutally in and out of

her cunt.

They fucked hard and fast.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he hammered into her.

"Spike! Ohhh! I'm cumming! Fuck your giant cock into me! Fuck it into me!"

Spike felt her cumming around him.

Spike's hips bounced off the mattress, his hands becoming a blur as he jacked

himself. He arched his neck and gasped, his body went rigid, the veins in his

neck and forehead stood out. Cum started rocketing out of his cock, flying

several feet into the air then falling back down to splash on his skin. Several

more jets shot out, one after the other, landing on his bed and the floor

surrounding it. One more particularly powerful spurt shot out as he grunted,

shooting straight up onto the ceiling and sticking there.

Spike continued pulling on and stroking his cock until he was spent. He panted

and sank into the mattress, his arms dropping to his sides, his dick flopped

onto his stomach with a *splash*.

"Why am I all wet?"

He opened his eyes and looked down. He'd forgotten to cum into the towel. His

skin and the bed sheets were soaked with his spunk.

"Bloody hell..."

 

 

Chapter 3: I Touch Myself

 

 

Buffy was feeling irritable and out of sorts as she sat at her desk. Her

homeroom students had filed in and taken their seats. After she'd masturbated

while fantasizing about Spike, she’d drifted off to sleep with a smile on her

face. But she still only got a few hours of rest. She was beating herself up for

thinking about him, especially while she did that.

The late bell rang.

Buffy looked at Spike's desk. He wasn't there. She kicked herself again for the

pang of disappointment that went through her. She'd been hoping to at least look

at him today.

She stood up and started roll call.

Spike entered the classroom wearing black jeans, a ripped t-shirt and his

duster. He only had a ring or two on his fingers and no eyeliner. Dark circles

laid under his eyes, a grumpy look sat on his angular face.

"I thought I told you to be on time, Mr. Giles?" Buffy said with more annoyance

than she'd intended.

She was irritated that he was late again, but more than that, her own discomfort

and awkward feelings at seeing the star of her fantasy made her bitchy.

"I hope you have a good excuse!"

Spike opened his mouth to reply.

"IN five words or less." Buffy crossed her arms, giving him a aggravated glare.

Spike wasn't feeling all that well himself this morning. He'd only gotten a few

hours of sleep the night before. He'd spent an hour trying to clean himself and

his room up after he'd cum. Seeing Miss Summers made him feel embarrassed (he

thought she somehow would be able to tell what he'd done last night with her

image) and a bit angry. He knew he'd never be able to get with her.

Spike responded without thinking it through, "I - Overslept - This -

Morning...Bitch." He enunciated and counted off each word as he said it.

Buffy's eyes widened. The other students stared.

"That's a WEEK's detention, Mr. Giles. Go to your seat, NOW." Buffy said, trying

to control her temper.

Spike sneered and stalked to the back of the room, sliding into his chair. The

other punks gave him approving smiles and the "thumb's up". Spike started to

feel really shitty about calling her a name. He really hadn't meant it...

"I don't tolerate that kind of language in my classroom, Spike. Especially not

directed at me. If I hear anything like that from you again, you're going

straight to Principal Snyder's office. Understand?"

Spike clenched his jaw but nodded.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Buffy's 4th period English class worked on their tests on "The Great Gatsby",

while she did some reading at her desk.

She was still so - hurt - that Spike had called her a bitch. She thought she had

felt a connection between them, something she couldn't put her finger on.

'You'd like to put a lot more than your finger on it!' Devil-Buffy giggled.

'It's not just that! When I look in his eyes...there's something

there...something between us...' Buffy corrected herself.

She looked at the clock.

"Okay, class. It's only a few minutes to the end of period. Pencils down and

pass your tests up to the front of your row."

The class did as she said. The bell rang. The students that sat in the front

rows placed the tests on her desk before leaving.

"Have a good day." Buffy said cheerily.

She turned back to the desks and saw Spike still sitting there, his arms were up

on the desktop, his head was resting on top of them.

"Spike." Buffy said.

He didn't move.

She sighed and walked back to him. She saw that he was asleep, his face was

turned to the side, facing her.

Buffy was about to poke him in the arm to wake him up when she had to stop for

just a minute to gaze at him. His long, dark lashes lay against his face. There

was a serene look on his handsome face. He was a beauty all right. She wondered

what his skin felt like.

Buffy's hand, of it's own volition, reached out. She ghosted her fingertips down

the side of his face, over his prominent cheekbone, to his mouth. She trailed a

finger lightly over his full bottom lip. It felt so soft. Wetness seeped onto

her panties as she imagined kissing those soft, soft lips...

Spike sniffed and screwed up his face. Buffy pulled her hand back quickly. Spike

opened his bleary eyes and sat up.

"Huh?" He looked around, confused.

Buffy took a deep breath to get her libido under control.

"Class is over, Spike."

"Oh. That would explain the everyone being gone thing..."

"Sleep on your own time. When you're in my class I expect to have your full

attention."

Buffy looked at the test paper on his desk.

"All you wrote was your name?" She asked. "You didn't even start the test."

Spike looked down and shrugged.

"You can take the test during your detention today." Buffy said taking the paper

off his desk.

"I didn't read the book." Spike said picking up his bag and getting ready to

leave.

"Why not?"

"Dunno. Didn't feel like it. Got better things to do." Spike shrugged.

"You're still taking the test after school."

"Whatever." Spike said in exasperation.

"4 o'clock sharp, Spike."

Spike waved his hand dismissively as he walked out of the classroom.

'Oooo! He makes me so mad! Buffy thought.

'And don't forget horny! Mustn't forget horny!' Devil-Buffy chimed in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spike showed up on time for detention that day and the next. He had lied when he

told Buffy that he hadn't read the book. The truth was that he'd read it a few

years ago, for pleasure. But admitting that would tarnish the bad-ass image he'd

painstakingly built up over the years.

His transformation from bookish and shy to sneering, street punk had begun when

his mother died when he was 13. The pain and turmoil from her loss made him want

to reinvent himself, much to his father's chagrin. He'd started with the

clothes, he dressed in ripped jeans and t-shirts all the time. Then came the

bleaching of his hair. He frequented clubs that catered to punk rocker and Goth

types.

It was at one of those clubs that he'd met Drusilla Kilbourne, his dark Goddess.

He was only 13 and she was 19, but age didn't matter to Dru. She'd taken him to

her apartment and given him his first sexual experience the same night they had

met. He hadn't objected of course. He had been so excited he thought he was

going to puke.

Dru had been ecstatic when she discovered the python hidden in his trousers.

She'd told him that he had the biggest cock and roundest, smoothest, big balls

she'd ever seen. He had been proud of that.

Dru had gone down on him ravenously, making him cum within minutes. She'd also

commented on how he came harder, longer and a hell of a lot more than the other

men she'd been with. She couldn't get enough of his cum. Many times, he'd jolt

awake in bed with her, while an orgasm raced through his body, to find her

sucking on his cock and rolling his balls in her hand. Sometimes she couldn't

wait for him to wake up and got him off while he slept. He must've ejaculated

into her mouth hundreds of times during their two year relationship.

Spike had been worried before they fucked that Dru was too tiny to take him, she

was thin and diminutive. But Dru had taken it, all of it, into her pussy. She

had credited her Yoga class and promised to send her instructor flowers and a

note of thanks. She couldn't quite manage to take his entire cock down her

throat, but she had tried. She usually ended up gagging and having to remove her

mouth from his staff while she caught her breath and recovered.

Spike had broken up with Dru shortly before his move to America. He had caught

her in bed with an older guy (maybe in his early 30's) who she referred to as

'Daddy'. Spike didn't even want to know what that was about.

Dru and the guy had been humping away when Spike walked into her bedroom and

found them. They stopped when they saw him. The dude actually had the nerve to

ask Spike to join them for a ménage. Dru had told him what a big cock Spike had

and the guy wanted to see it. He wanted to watch while Spike fucked Dru with it.

Spike had told them both to ‘Sod off’ and stormed out.

The next day, Dru had apologized and said that she still wanted Spike, she

couldn’t live without him. But he didn’t want to share her with anyone. It was

over the minute he saw her and someone else in bed. That picture was burned into

his memory. His young heart was broken into a million pieces. It was only a few

months later that his father moved them to California.

Spike hadn’t had sex with anyone since he’d broken up with Dru last year. Not

that he hadn’t tried. Spike had taken out a few girls on dates but he never got

beyond second base with them. They’d be parked at the drive-in or another

secluded spot, kissing and feeling each other up. But the minute his cock was

out of his pants, the girls’ eyes would bug out and they’d beg off.

Spike was so desperate to get laid that he even took out a so-called “easy”

girl, the brain-deficient Harmony Kendall. Harm had reacted the same way as the

others, she was afraid he’d hurt her if he fucked her, but she’d been curious

enough to bring him off with her hands and mouth. She had been unprepared for

the sheer volume of cum, as well as the force at which it shot out of him, and

had ended up drenched in it. His cock had flailed around like an errant fire

hose, spewing thick spunk all over them and the inside of his car. Harm hadn’t

called him again. But she did tell everyone she knew about what happened.

Spike was notorious after that, getting glances and knowing smiles from the

other students. He got tired, real quick, of everyone looking at his crotch when

they talked to him. Now he knew how women felt when guys talked to their tits

instead of looking them in the eye. It was bloody irritating. He didn’t get any

offers though, from women that is.

Spike stopped going to gym class altogether because of the showers situation.

All students were required to shower after class. Spike remembered standing

naked under the spray, soaping himself up then noticing the guys around him with

their eyes riveted to his cock, some of them licking their lips, some of them

getting noticeably aroused. On too many occasions, after the room had cleared

out, a few guys had approached him, asking if they could touch it. A few guys

asked to go down on him. Another guy asked if he could fuck him. Three guys

asked if Spike could suck himself off, and if he could, they wanted to watch,

even offering to pay him to see it and perhaps film it.

Spike turned them all down, he was strictly a hetero kind of bloke. He had

sucked his own cock until he came more than a few times, but that was only

because he could, not because he liked dick.

And now, here he was, standing in front of Miss Summers’ desk. Waiting for her

to dole out the punishment for today, while all he wanted to do was rip her

clothes off and fuck her into a coma on the desktop.

Spike really did feel like a tool for calling her a bitch. But he didn’t know

how to say he was sorry without looking like a git.

“Come with me, Spike. I have a special way for you to spend your detention

today.” Buffy got up from her desk and left the room.

Spike’s cock started getting hard, as he imagined the special thing she had in

mind.

‘Stop thinking like a bloody skin flick, you wanker! That’s NOT what she has

planned!’

Spike swallowed hard and followed after his teacher.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Spike, this is Coach Tunney.” Buffy said.

The coach was a heavy-set, balding man with permanent stubble. He always had a

cigar butt planted in the corner of his mouth.

They were standing on the grass of the football field. Several workers were busy

re-seeding the grass in some sections.

“Yeah, I remember, Spike.“ Coach Tunney said with disdain. “You never show up

for my class. You gonna enjoy repeating your senior year, boy? Cause you ain’t

got a prayer of passing.”

Spike clenched his jaw. “As soon as I’m 18, I’m out of this bloody school, so,

no worries.”

Coach Tunney chuckled.

“You got a pair on you kid, I gotta give you that.”

“Spike, I want you to help re-seed the field today. I’ll be back in an hour to

get you.” Buffy said. “Have fun!”

She walked back to the school.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Buffy was making her way back to the football field after the hour was up. She

came out from behind the bleachers to see Spike standing at the water cooler,

bare-chested and sweaty.

Her breath caught in her throat, she put a hand over her heart and just looked

at him. She was still partly concealed by the bleachers so he wouldn’t see her.

Spike turned to the side, giving her a good view of his sculpted muscles. He

raised a water bottle over his head, closing his eyes and tilting his head back,

he squeezed the water out. The water ran down his face and through his hair,

into his mouth, onto his chest and back. Buffy’s eyes followed the rivulets as

they ran down his tight body; dripping off the peaks of his perfect nipples;

running in and around the cut lines of his abdomen; into his navel and getting

caught in the fine line of brown hair that trailed down from it; the waistband

of his jeans became darker as the water soaked into the fabric. Buffy’s pussy

clenched at the erotic display.

‘I know what I’m going to masturbate to tonight...Oh God - I want him...’

Buffy’s tongue poked out between her lips.

Coach Tunney approached Spike. Buffy hid closer to the bleachers, she didn’t

want someone to see her undressing and ravishing her student with her eyes.

“You did good, kid.” The coach said to him.

“Thanks.” Spike said without sincerity.

“Get used to that kind of work. Menial stuff, I mean. Cause you aren’t going to

amount to shit.” Coach Tunney grinned.

Spike bit back his reply.

“Hey, be careful with the water there, Shirley, you don’t want your makeup to

run.” Coach laughed. “Oh, you ain’t wearin’ your makeup today? How come? I know

you gals like to look your best!”

Spike’s jaw clenched and unclenched. Miss Summers couldn’t show up soon enough

for his liking.

The coach got himself a cup of water.

“I heard about you, boy...,” he said, his eyes looking at Spike’s crotch then

back up to his eyes, “you’re one of those Limey fruits, ain’t ya? With your

makeup and jewelry and wavin’ your dick around in the showers. You like takin’

it up the ass?” He sneered.

Buffy was aghast at how the teacher was talking to Spike.

“Sorry, I’m not interested, mate. Go try your charms on another bloke, one who’s

blind and has no sense of smell should work out for you.” Spike said casually.

Coach Tunney’s eyes narrowed. “You little pissant punk...”

He started advancing menacingly on Spike. Buffy snapped out of her shock and

quickly ran over to the two men.

“Hey! You get away from him!” Buffy yelled, placing her body between Spike and

the fat gym teacher. “I heard those awful things you said to him, you should be

ashamed of yourself!”

“You stay out of this, honey.” The coach said condescendingly. “You girls handle

problems your way, men handle their problems another way.”

“You will not lay one grubby paw on this boy!” She seethed. “I’ll report you so

fast, your head will spin.”

“What you got the hots for the kid?” He leered. “Sorry, sweet cheeks, he likes

dick.”

“You bloody - “ Spike started forward but Buffy turned and held him back.

Their bodies were against each other. Her hands rested on his wet, muscled

chest, she felt herself trembling from the contact.

“Let’s go, Spike.” Buffy said, looking into his clear blue eyes.

Spike looked into her eyes and melted a bit, his anger fading rapidly. He

nodded. Spike collected his shirt and started walking away from the coach.

“Aw, don’t be like that.” Tunney laughed.

He reached out and slapped Buffy on the ass. She yelped and spun around, her

mouth open in shock, her hands went to the spot on her butt that he’d smacked.

“How dare you!” Buffy yelled indignantly.

Spike spun around too, he looked at her face and how she was touching her ass

cheek. His blood boiled when he realized what had happened.

“Hey, take it easy, baby! You ain’t one of those uptight lesbos are ya?” Tunney

laughed.

“You keep your sodding hands off her, pillock!” Spike roared, moving towards the

coach.

“Spike, don’t!” Buffy caught him by the arm. “Let’s just go.”

“But - “ Spike’s nostrils flared as he glared at the coach, his teeth were bared

like an animal.

“Spike.” Buffy said softly.

He looked into her eyes and gave in again. The muscles of his face relaxed.

“Alright...” Spike said, giving the man a deadly glare.

Buffy looked back at the coach. “If you EVER lay a filthy hand on me again,

you’re going to draw back a bloody stump. Got it, fat boy?”

Spike smirked. She was a little firecracker.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When they got back to Buffy’s classroom, Spike went to his desk and put his

duster back on, getting ready to walk home.

“Spike?” Buffy said.

“Yeah?” He looked at her.

“I’m - really sorry about what happened.” Buffy looked down.

“S’not your fault that coach is a total bastard, Teach.”

“But I sent you there. I had no idea he was such an asshole. I feel terrible for

subjecting you to that kind of treatment.”

“I’m a big boy. I can take it.” Spike smiled, trying to set her mind to rest. “I

have to get going if I want to get home before dark.” Spike said picking up his

bag.

“You don’t have a car?” Buffy asked.

“Normally I do, a DeSoto, but it’s on the fritz.”

“I - could drive you home...” Buffy suggested.

“Nah, you don’t have to.” Spike ducked his head.

“I insist. It’s the least I can do. Come on.” Buffy opened her desk and

retrieved her purse. “Ready?” She asked him with a bright smile.

“Yeah.” Spike blushed at the thought of being alone with her in her car. “Umm -

Miss Summers?” He said anxiously.

“Hmm?”

“I just wanted to say - I’m real sorry - about calling you...that name. I was

just overtired and - I wasn’t thinkin’ straight...” Spike tried to hide the

blush that burned his cheeks.

Buffy smiled. “Apology accepted. But you still have detention the rest of the

week. I can’t have the students thinking I’m soft on that kind of thing.”

“I understand.” Spike said softly.

“Let’s get going.” Buffy said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The next day after school, Spike showed up on time for detention again. He sat

at his desk across from Buffy’s, doing some reading but mostly thinking about

her.

Spike had jerked off, at least twice a day, since seeing her for the first time.

It was killing him to think that nothing would ever happen between them. He

wanted her like he’d never wanted another woman. He wanted to fuck her - bad -

but he also thought how nice it would be to see her smile in the morning when

she woke up next to him. He was falling hopelessly, helplessly in love with her

- fast.

Buffy sat at her desk, thinking about the time over the past week that she’d

spent with Spike. They talked about various things on the ride home yesterday.

He was so gorgeous. His eyes sparkled and crinkled up in the most charming way

when he laughed. Not only was he the hottest looking male she’d ever laid eyes

on, he was witty, intelligent (despite his claims to the contrary), he could be

incredibly sweet and protective like he had with that jerk Tunney and he had a

good heart under that rough exterior.

Buffy had masturbated furiously when she got back to her place after driving him

home. She came screaming Spike’s name in only a few minutes.

It was getting more difficult not to stare at him, not to touch him the way she

wanted to, not to let how she felt about him show.

She was falling in love with him after knowing him for a week. The realization

shocked her, but she couldn’t deny the truth. She had to be strong and not give

in to temptation, temptation in the form of a bleached blonde, British punk with

a body that wouldn’t quit.

‘Focus on your job!’ Buffy commanded herself.

“Spike?”

“Yes, Miss?”

Spike had started calling her just ‘Miss’ instead of Miss Summers sometimes.

“Ready for me to take you home?” She asked, hoping it sounded innocent.

“Yes.” He smiled.

‘I only bloody wish!’ Spike thought.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As she drove him back to his house, Buffy decided to broach a subject that she’d

been meaning to bring up with Spike that, thankfully, had nothing to do with her

attraction to him.

“Spike, I was looking over your school records from England. You were a perfect

student, getting high marks until you were 13. What happened?”

Spike looked out the window. “My Mum passed on. That kind of - made me

different... Gettin’ good marks didn’t matter so much... I wanted to do some

actual livin‘, since you never know when your time’s up.”

“I’m - sorry. I didn’t know.” Buffy said sadly. “You’re obviously a highly

intelligent boy, you could go far if you buckled down and really made an

effort.”

Spike mumbled something.

“What? I didn’t hear you.” Buffy asked, stopping at a red light and looking at

him.

“I said, I’m not a boy. I’m a man.” Spike said in a low, gravelly voice, staring

into her eyes.

Buffy’s heart thudded vigorously in her chest at the tone of his voice and the

burning she saw in his eyes.

‘Oh God! Must look away! Mustn’t keep looking at him! I’ll kiss him if I don’t

look away - right now!’

Buffy tore her eyes away from him and looked straight ahead.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by the - boy thing.” She gulped.

Spike shook himself. He felt like he had been drowning in her eyes a moment ago.

He had almost leaned in to kiss her...that would have been...bad.

“It’s okay.” He said.

“How about you really try to do well in your classes until the end of the year.

I’ll help you - if you want. You could still come by my classroom at the end of

the day for extra credit work...” Buffy knew that she shouldn’t be trying to

spend more time with him, but she just couldn’t help herself.

“Why do you care?” Spike asked her curiously.

“I’m - your teacher. I care about you - about what happens to you.” She

swallowed, trying not to reveal too much. “I want to see you in a cap and gown

with the rest of the senior class, Mister.” She smiled.

Spike smiled too. “I guess - you could - tutor me or something... And I -

wouldn’t mind doing some extra credit work for you after school...”

He’d do anything to be near her, even schoolwork.

“Good.” Buffy said. “We can start that next week.”

 

 

 

Chapter 4: That Thing You Do

 

 

The weekend came and went. Both Spike and Buffy were going through their own

withdrawals from not seeing each other everyday.

Spike spent most of the weekend in his bedroom thinking about her while he

wanked.

Buffy spent most of the weekend in her bedroom with her new vibrator and dildo.

She’d never masturbated this often in her life.

They were both giddy when Monday morning finally rolled around. Both had to hide

the blushes that colored their cheeks when they greeted each other.

Spike came to Buffy’s classroom everyday after school to study and do the extra

credit work that he needed to graduate with his classmates. But he still liked

to help her with cleaning up the room too. It made him feel useful to her.

They were getting closer, learning more about each other everyday. They

developed an easy rapport once they figured out where they other one was coming

from. It was hard to hide their mutual attraction.

Dozens of time, Buffy had caught herself sighing languorously and smiling at one

of Spike’s little quirks. He did this kind of head-tilt thing sometimes that was

so fucking hot. Another thing that got her blood pressure sky-rocketing was the

things he did with his tongue. He’d curl it behind his teeth; when he was saying

something naughty or bad. He’d laugh a little with his mouth slightly open, his

tongue pushed up staying just inside his mouth; sometimes he’d stick his tongue

out, Buffy got weak in the knees even thinking of it, the tip of his tongue

reached to the bottom of his chin.

Buffy had spent many hours fantasizing about what he could do to her with that

long, pink tongue of his.

Spike loved being near Buffy. He got some shit from his ‘friends’ for being a

teacher’s pet, but they could go get stuffed as far as he was concerned. He

wasn’t all that close to the people he hung with anyway. He’d much rather be

with Buffy.

She was so beautiful, smart and sexy. Her eyes were so wide and expressive. He

loved it when she laughed. Her eyes would twinkle and her adorable, slightly

upturned nose would wrinkle up. She did this thing with her hair where she’d

casually flip it over her shoulder. That turned Spike on immensely. She didn’t

even know how beautiful she was, that was another thing he found irresistible

about her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On Wednesday, Buffy was chatting and having some coffee with the Computer

Science teacher, Jenny Calendar, in Jenny's 1st floor classroom. Jenny got

called to Snyder's office over the loud speaker and excused herself for a few

minutes.

Buffy wandered around the classroom, checking out the computers. She heard

hushed voices coming through an open window.

Out of curiosity, she tip-toed over and leaned against the wall next to the

window. She peeked out and saw Spike and one of his friends from homeroom, D-Day

(that's what he liked to be called) smoking cigarettes and talking animatedly

near the window.

She listened.

"Come on, man! You can tell me. Did you nail her?" D-Day asked Spike, giving him

a nudge.

"It's none of your sodding business, mate!" Spike said heatedly. "I'm sorry I

ever told you I fancied her. You'd better keep your festering gob shut!"

"Oh! You faaaancy her, do you? Hehehe, Spike's hot for teeeeacher!" D-Day

sing-songed.

"Shut up, pillock!"

"Take it easy, dude. I won't say nothin'." D-Day flicked his cigarette away.

"Miss Summers is one hot fucking piece of ass. Let me know if you get anywhere

with her. Maybe we could gangbang her in homeroom!"

He started to laugh, but stopped abruptly when Spike grabbed him by the collar

and shoved him against the wall.

"Hey! Get off me!" D-Day panicked.

"You don't fucking talk about her like that! You hear me!" Spike bared his teeth

and growled, pushing his friend against the wall with each word.

"What the fuck's wrong with you?! You'd fight me because of that bitch!?"

Spike got angrier. "She's not a bitch! She's more of a woman than you'll ever

come across, mate." Spike released him. "I hear you talkin' about her like that

again, I'll rip your fucking head off."

"Shit, man! Don't tell me you're in love with her or somethin'..."

Buffy held her breath, and put her hand to her chest, waiting for his answer.

'Is he in love with me?! OH GOD!' She didn't acknowledge it at the time, but she

wanted the answer to be 'yes'.

"Sod off!" Spike spat, he turned and left, his duster billowing out behind him

dramatically.

Buffy started breathing again. She was touched and thrilled that Spike was so

protective of her. She didn't take overhearing lewd talk about her appearance

from her students too seriously. Kids, especially teenaged boys, were programmed

to try and impress their friends with sexual innuendo and bawdy talk. Still, it

was nice to know she had a protector looking out for her. A protector that she

wanted so bad she could practically taste him...if only.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That Friday, Buffy was driving Spike home. It had started raining before they

left the school. They had to run to her car, laughing and getting soaked to the

skin on the way. The storm was intensifying, rain and hail pelted down on the

windshield, thunder boomed close by, lightening bolts lit up the sky.

Buffy pulled in front of the Giles’ home. The heater was going full blast to try

and dry their wet clothes.

"You'd better stay here for a minute, see if this clears up." Buffy said looking

out at the driving rain.

"You shouldn't try to drive in this mess either. You - want to come in?" Spike

asked nervously.

Buffy smiled at him. "That's nice of you, but I have things to do at home. I've

been so into my new job that my housework is lagging far behind." She laughed.

"I - could come over - to help you..." Spike gulped, looking into her eyes.

He didn't want to leave her presence. His mind scrambled for something that

would give him an excuse to be around her, even for a little bit longer.

Buffy got even wetter, and not from the rain. The look in his eyes was heating

her body up considerably. Not to mention what the thought of having him alone in

her house did to her. A vision popped into her mind of the two of them in her

bed; their bodies naked and writhing together; Spike on top of her grunting and

thrusting into her; her legs wrapped around his lean waist...

Buffy started breathing harder as she watched his eyes turn dark, the storm

raging in his eyes was more intense than the one outside of the car. Her eyes

went to his lips. She wanted to kiss him so bad.

Spike moved closer to her, their bodies almost touching. He searched her eyes

for a moment then leaned in quickly to capture her lips in a hot, steamy kiss.

Buffy's eyes widened and she "Mmmmphed!" when he first smashed his lips against

hers. But she quickly lost herself to it, moaning and kissing him back just as

ferociously. The sexual tension between them was crackling and snapping like an

electrical current. She ran her hand over the side of his face and neck. The

rain pelting on the roof and windshield provided the soundtrack to their

make-out session.

Spike put a hand on her knee and moved it up, massaging her inner thigh and

pushing up her short skirt. Their lips hungrily devoured each other, their

tongues sweeping into the other’s mouth. Spike ran his hand up her thigh and

between her legs. His long fingers ran up and down her slit and rubbed her clit

through her soaking wet panties. One finger pushed between her pussy lips

through the thin cotton.

Buffy realized what she was doing and pushed him back. She was panting and her

eyes were wide.

“Oh God - Spike - No! We can’t!”

“You want me, I can feel it!” Spike said roughly. “I want you!”

He tried kissing her again but she pushed at him harder, keeping him at bay.

“No, Spike! I’m - I’m sorry - It’s - wrong...” Buffy said, trembling and trying

to fight her urges.

Spike looked at her blankly. “I - I’m sorry... I bollocksed everything

up...didn't I?”

“It’s - not your fault - it was my fault... We have to keep our relationship -

platonic.” Buffy said slowly, hoping to convince herself of it as well.

Spike put his hands over his face. “I’m such an idiot.”

“No, Spike - you’re not. Don’t - “ Buffy tried to soothe him.

“Yes I am! I shouldn’t have fucking done that... I guess I mis-read

some...signals...”

‘NO, you didn’t! I want you! I need you so much!‘ Buffy’s mind screamed.

“I should’ve known that you wouldn’t - feel that way about someone like me.”

Spike said miserably.

Buffy didn’t know what to say. She knew if she opened her mouth she’d blurt out

her feelings. She couldn’t bear seeing him so distraught.

“Can - we try to forget that - that - happened? I promise I won’t try to touch

you again.” Spike looked at her with puppy dog eyes. “I’d like to still come to

you after school, if that’s okay...”

She would NEVER be able to forget that happened. She never wanted to forget how

wonderful it felt to kiss his sumptuous lips, to have his exquisite hands

touching her...

But she said, “Of course we can. I - enjoy spending time with you...” She hoped

that she wasn’t giving herself away.

Spike looked away from her. “I have to go.”

He picked up his bag and pulled his duster closed.

“You don’t - have to. The rain hasn’t slowed down yet.” Buffy said, pulling in

deep breaths.

“No. I have to.” He looked at her seriously.

He wouldn’t be able to stand being that close to her and not touch her right

now. Buffy-taste was still fresh on his lips and tongue. Plus, he was humiliated

for making a first-class twit of himself by giving in to his impulses. He could

have sworn that she wanted him too. How could he have been so horribly, horribly

wrong?

“I’ll see you Monday.” Buffy said.

“Yeah. Be careful going home, Miss.” Spike quickly exited the car and ran

through the rain to his front door.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Buffy had gone straight home, driving through the storm. She wanted to scream

and cry in frustration, her hands gripped the steering wheel painfully.

When she got in the door of her house, she ran to her bedroom and practically

ripped her wet clothes from her body. She lay on the bed and took her vibrator

out of the top drawer of her nightstand.

She turned it on and slid it between her legs. The taste of Spike’s lips and

tongue lingered in her mouth, he was so delicious and juicy. His taste drove her

crazy with lust. It was a combination of tobacco; something tangy and spicy; and

something else that reminded her of the air in the Springtime, crisp, cool and

clean. The way he smelled made her shudder: a hint of tobacco smoke; leather;

and freshness, like an ocean breeze.

Buffy fucked herself with the dildo hard and fast, pretending it was him.

“Spike! Yess! Ohhh!” She cried and shook as she climaxed.

She lay panting on her bed, the vibrator still buzzing inside her cunt.

“I can’t do it.” Buffy said. “I can’t stay away from him... I have to have him.

I have to be with him.”

It was extremely risky. She could be fired and have her teaching license taken

away if they were caught, she could even be arrested. But...she couldn’t be

around him without wanting him. He was like no other man she’d ever met. He was

gorgeous, sexy, smart, passionate, hardened on the outside but sweet and loving

on the inside. The scene between Spike and D-Day she'd overheard the other day

proved that he cared about her, maybe even loved her...like she loved him. Now

that she knew that he wanted her too...

She'd risk it all to be with him.

“Monday. I have to tell him how I feel on Monday.”

Buffy moved the vibrator slowly over her clit. She tried to imagine what having

sex with the blonde Brit would be like. He looked like he was packing a lot of

meat in his pants, that would be a nice change from the guys she was used to.

She thought briefly about her first serious boyfriend, Angel. He had been a nice

guy and a good boyfriend (mostly), but he lacked stamina, BIG TIME. In her mind

she referred to him as ‘3 thrusts Angel‘, because that was all he could manage

without cumming, leaving Buffy to bring herself off while he went to make a

sandwich or take a nap.

Buffy hoped that Spike had staying power as well as a big, meaty cock. She

suspected that he might stuff his pants like some men did to enhance their

‘assets‘. But even if he did stuff his pants, it didn’t matter. Not at this

point. It wouldn’t matter if he had a 2-inch, needle dick. She was too attracted

to him, too in love.

 

 

Chapter 5: Hurts So Good

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 book

bag.

"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.

 

'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 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.

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

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

"Oh, 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 - Oh, 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 prick head 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.

"Agghhh - 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

"Mmmpphhed" and widened her eyes at the amount of jiz, and the force at 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 over-flowing 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 jiz 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 was

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 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! Aaagghh! 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. "Oh - 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 pussy-juice 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 - OH 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! Oh 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.

"SSSSPPPIIKEEE! 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 over-stuffed 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're 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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