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Cordelia was a sight to see—her already tied-off shirt had fallen open, showing off her black bra in disarray on her heaving breasts, while her leather pants were down around her thighs like a snake halfway through shedding its skin. Seeing her like that, Xander felt his passion for her coming on all over again. He’d certainly never fantasized about only fucking her once.

The thought was too good to pass up. He wanted to fuck her. He had to fuck her right now.

“Okay, pet, you’re gonna get some more of me. In fact, you’re gonna get all of me!”

A little roughly, he pulled her with him out of the car and led her around to the trunk, Cordelia teetering and wobbling on her disarrayed clothes. Xander had to half-drag her there, but he got her bent over the trunk of her own car and planted his foot on her half-downed pants, yanking them down her legs so she could step out of them. The process scraped off her shoes as well, but that was okay. Cordy stood on her discarded pants. Xander spread her legs with his foot, making her stand with her bare feet splayed, the round moons of her buttocks opened up by the stance he’d guided her into. He ran his fingers lovingly over their curves. Then he guided his cockhead in between those sensuous hills.

“Ooooh!” Cordelia cried in lustful anticipation. “Xander, I need to feel your prick in me so bad!”

Her pussy was soaked, her labia lips flaring with unabashed need. She wanted to be fucked more than she could say. Her body was even more lascivious than her words. She wiggled her ass up at Xander, not caring at all that he’d just fucked her, just satisfied her, only caring that she could get even more of his cock. She pressed herself harder against the trunk, lowering herself further, trying to give him better access to her cunt.

As he shoved forward, she held herself still, letting him enter her as far as he wanted. And his cock slid right into her clenching pussy until he was hilted in her. “Uuuhhh… yeahhhh… that’s what I want! It feels so good, Xand!”

Xander was on top of the world, seeing how satisfied and yet how insatiable Cordelia was. To her, he could do no wrong. He was pumping into her cunt like a wild animal, looking for more of the sweet friction inside her, and Cordelia wanted it even more. She wanted to get his cock harder, deeper, faster.

Xander gave her everything she wanted. Planting his feet firmly on the road, grabbing her hips, he thrust into Cordelia’s sex with long, deep strokes.

“Jee-zuz! That’s good! That’s perfect… perfect…” Cordelia trailed off, her mouth hanging slackly open, her eyes glazed with passion.

Xander could see her reflection in the freshly waxed finish and it drove him crazy, seeing how cock-drunk she was. It was the best thing that had happened to his ego in a while. “You’ve got a sweet pussy, Cordy! It’s holding my cock perfectly! Feels great, pet!”

Her body knotted with lustful agony, her face contorted between satiation and trying to withstand just how much pleasure she was feeling. Xander’s own cock was sending back a thousand little assaults on his senses every time he rutted into Cordelia. Even though he was the one plundering her cunt, he felt like he was helpless prey to the sheer animal passion of what they were doing. He’d thought he’d been satisfied by them fucking inside the car, but he was experiencing this with redoubled intensity, his whole body throbbing in heated sympathy with his erection.

Xander looked down, enthralled with the sight of how his cock was sliding in and out of Cordelia’s splayed cunt, slick with the aroused juices from inside her, that were spilling out all over her car. His cockhead was swollen as hell, purple with the hot blood inside it. Every time he thrust into her, it was like someone had shot him with a dose of adrenaline. The rush was incredible—just seeing her cunt take his prick was insane. No wonder guys watched porn; even the faintest reminder of this feeling was scintillating.

“Ooooh, Cordy, you’re the best pet I’ve ever had!”

“Don’t… you… forget it!” Cordelia huffed, her breath fogging up the finish of her car.

Cordelia was holding onto the join between the trunk door and the rest of her car’s rear, using it to keep herself from sliding right down to the ground. The feel of Xander’s prick was running through every nerve she had—it left her feeling weak as a kitten, even as she threw her ass back at Xander’s cock like a cat in heat. She was totally absorbed in being fucked senseless by Xander right out in the open, heedless of who saw, only caring how good it felt. Her cunt bloomed with heat, pulsed with need.

“Mmmm! Hnnhhh!” Xander grunted hard, trying to fulfill Cordelia’s frenetic desire. She was like a machine—a bitch in heat that could fuck forever. And she made Xander feel like he could keep doing this just as long. His cock was the most important thing in his life right now and all it wanted was to keep pounding Cordelia’s tight little pussy into climax. He put everything he had on that single task.

The world seemed to shrink—there was no one to see them, no one to hear how hard they were fucking. It was only the car giving them a battleground for their love and that seemed to throb with the heated exertion of this sex. Over and over again Xander’s belly slammed against Cordelia’s supple ass. Over and over again his cockhead penetrated deep into her body. Cordelia felt the clinging depths of her pussy spasming with the relentless sensation of being fucked. She couldn’t take much more of this.

“Ooooh, Xander, I’m coming! I’M COMING!”

Xander had never experienced such a thing before. Tears of joy were running down Cordelia’s face as she sprawled across the trunk of her own car, utterly consumed by her orgasm. Watching her climax with such intensity set Xander off.

“This is my pet!” Xander bellowed, the relief of feeling his cum filling Cordelia’s clenching pussy going straight to his head. “This is what I fucking fuck!”

His teeth clenched as he tried to withstand the force of how hard he’d come, then they slowly relaxed with the surge of good feeling that had flooded into him. Cordelia languidly slipped off the trunk, tumbling to the road below, her eyes rolled back in her head, her sweet tits heaving as she, too, tried to come to grips with the sensations she’d felt.

But as good as it’d felt to fuck her, Xander’s experience was nothing compared to actually being fucked by him. Cordelia’s head lolled to the side, eyes drifting shut, and soon she’d begun to snore. She laid under Xander’s trembling legs, his deflating cock actually dripped a few errant droplets of cum on her as he came down from his orgasmic high. Her climax had been too overwhelming for her to stay conscious.

Even Xander had to brace his arms against Cordelia’s car to hold himself up. His legs felt like rubber. But he didn’t mind. The world seemed absolutely rosy after a fuck like that. Then he heard a lock being turned, a chain drawn aside. Xander hurriedly tucked his limp cock away and got his fly up before he heard the hinges creak. A familiar tread came out onto the porch of the house he’d thoughtlessly parked next to.

“Xand? What are you doing here?”

It was Willow’s voice. Some homing pigeon weirdness in his brain had instinctively driven him here while he was thinking only of fucking Cordelia.

“Xander--?” Willow gasped, now seeing Cordelia at his feet, naked from the waist down and not very dressed from the waist up either.

Xander stooped to pick her up. He piled her leather pants and shoes on top of her limp body and carried the whole package like a newlywed bride up to Willow’s front step.

“She needs to lie down,” he said simply.

***

They got Cordelia past Willow’s parents, who hadn’t wanted to get up from their breakfasts, and set her down in Willow’s bed. Xander could only hope that when she came to, she’d be as mortified about this as the Rosenbergs potentially would be, and so would just leave quietly out the window. Xander left her keys in her hand.

“I guess I’d better give you a ride to school!” Willow chirped.

She went out with him to her Volkswagen shivering with anticipation. She’d been dreaming of a moment like this. Xander had so many girls hanging around him that it was like they were running interference—Cordelia and Buffy and Faith—but now she’d have him all to herself.

Her cunt was hot and swollen from hours of thinking about a scenario just like this. Willow had played with herself as she’d fantasized about him, coming over and over again, but it still wasn’t enough to satisfy the raging need in her hot little pussy.

In the car, she let Xander drive… they’d already established that she hated to drive if she could at all help it, preferring someone else take the responsibility of not causing a multi-car pile-up… and she sat as close to him as she could without actually touching him. She could smell the fragrance of her orgasmic pussy like she’d just made herself squirt and she wondered if Xander could smell it too.

He must like the smell—he certainly liked it enough to put up with Cordelia. How to make him see that he could get all the pussy he wanted from her, and that she’d never be the witch that Cordelia was to him?

“So I guess… things are good between you and Cordy,” Willow said ruefully, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice.

“That’s one word for it,” Xander said, keeping his eyes on the road—not noticing how Willow was breathing hard, her little breasts pumping up and down as she took in Xander’s scent. Was this the smell of his cum? Had he really fucked Cordelia in her car, with her sitting right where Willow was now? “Honestly, it’s been crazy. That love spell came back and I guess it’s here to stay now… that’s when Ms. Calendar said.”

A guilty look passed over Xander’s face and Willow scowled. Jenny Calendar? If Xander cheated on Cordelia with anyone, it wouldn’t be an older woman, would it? Not after the time with the preying mantis…

“At least no one’s planning to axe-murder each other over me now, especially not Buffy’s mom,” Xander continued. “I guess it only works on people who were already attracted to me or fond of me. Something. And at least they seem, you know, satisfied with the results. Life can get pretty dismal here in Sunnydale. I suppose I’m making people happy. Hey, Will, you think getting with me is better or worse than taking antidepressants?”

“Oh, much, much better, Xander. A lot of those pills cause weight gain.”

“Weight gain? And they’re supposed to make you less depressed?” Xander shook his head. “You don’t think I’m taking advantage of the situation, do ya Willow? Normally, I wouldn’t, but I figure there’s only so much a guy can take before he has to go with the flow, right? What am I supposed to do—kill myself so they stop crushing on me?”

“No!” Willow shouted, almost at the top of her lungs.

Xander paused a moment at her overwrought outburst, then nodded. “Yeah,” he agreed. “My point exactly. I just have to make the best of a bad situation. I mean, you saw Cordelia. Did she seem unhappy to you?”

“Well, she wasn’t complaining,” Willow reasoned.