Head Of The Class
PaganBaby
* NC-17 *
COMPLETED
1 * 2 * 3 * 4 * 5
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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