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Cordelia grabbed Xander’s hand and yanked him from his seat. In the blink of an eye he was on the ground, on his back, and Cordelia was pulling his belt buckle apart.

“Cordelia,” he groaned, “you can’t tell me you want the neighbors to see us together.”

“All the neighbors will see is this nice big fence,” Cordelia said, almost mocking him for his skittishness. “Come on, don’t tell me I don’t get that dick hard. And I know you’re not thinking of Buffy right now…”

She shucked his jeans off of him. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His prick snapped clear of his descending waistband and stood up, thick and stiff as could be. Faith barely managed to stifle a moan, looking at it. She wanted it as much as Cordelia—she could even understand Cordy wanting it all to herself. Wanting to be cocked by that big hard thing and not being able to was the pits. All that made up for it was how turned on she was, seeing Cordelia about to be reamed by that massive cock.

It was some Buffy-ass behavior, probably worse than Buffy had ever done. Getting turned on by her guy fucking someone else. But she couldn’t help it. Xander was the best sex she’d ever found. Since she couldn’t get it, seeing someone else enjoy it in her stead was… still fucked up, but it wasn’t like Faith had ever claimed not to be.

She felt hot cream warming her panties, making them stick to her groin. Being a Slayer in Sunnydale, she was horny as often as there were demons to kill, which was always. Maybe she was making it worse for herself by watching this little delictoing. But she couldn’t tear herself away. She stayed there, panting and wide-eyed as Cordelia made Xander as naked as she herself would, if she had her hands on him.

“Mmmm, maybe I shouldn’t want you to cut things off with the others,” Cordelia moaned. “All that fucking is giving your gawky bod a little definition.”

“Yeah, I guess it is,” Xander said, lying there looking stunned. Only his enormous cock seemed to know what to do, sticking straight up and letting out a potent river of precum.

Cordelia straddled him, her knees closing on his hips, her slick little pussy held right over his swollen cockhead. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck you enough to make up for all the rest. I like a boyfriend with abs.”

She lowered herself down, but carefully avoided actually slipping her cunt over him. Instead, she pressed on his erection, forcing it down against his stomach, then rubbed her moist cunt back and forth on the underside of his manhood. Xander moaned, his eyes rolling. All of his body coursed with excitement, feeling her steaming hot sex right against his swollen endowment.

“Goddammit, Cordelia…” he sighed.

“You sound like you want it,” Cordelia cooed, as torturous as she’d ever been bullying Willow, but more excited by it now. All but ecstatic.

Faith thought that all she was missing for total rapture was actually having his big dick inside her. Cordelia was saving that until she fully had him enthralled. She wouldn’t treat herself until she had everything she wanted. For such a rich bitch, Faith thought, the bitch had some real discipline.

“Do you want it, Xand?” Cordelia pressed on. “Do you want it more than Buffy? More than Willow? More than any of them? Tell me you want it, Xander. Tell me you want to be my man right now!”

She dropped her body down to his, running her breasts up his chest until they were in his face. Then she wiggled her hips, getting his engorged cockhead lodged against her slit. Another wriggle and it slid in, only an inch, but enough for Cordelia to moan and shudder like she was orgasming already. Xander groaned like he’d been mortally wounded.

“Say you love me,” Xander grunted.

Cordelia froze like a deer in the headlights, even her eroticism dropping away from her. She still looked good, but—almost awkward, to Faith’s eyes, no longer putting on a performance. Only holding herself against Xander in a carefully fabricated pose, trying not to do what came natural.

“What?”

“Say you love me,” Xander repeated. “You want to be the only woman I screw—so you must love me. Say it. Don’t try to manipulate me, just be honest. Or is it just that you’re the bitch queen of Sunnydale High and you can’t take having to share? Anything good enough to have is worth having all to yourself, right?”

Cordelia’s face set in a bitchy glare. “That’s right, Xander. You’re absolutely right. I don’t care who else you fuck, so long as you actually manage to satisfy me. Think you can do that, now that I’ve done the hard part of convincing myself you’re actually some sort of stud?”

“Oh, I can do it,” Xander claimed, his face unreadable to Faith. Did he like that he’d called Cordelia’s bluff or did he wish that she’d double-downed? Was he willing to give up everyone else calling on him, a virtual harem, just so Cordelia would be his? “I know how much you like a man to be in charge… deep down… right about here…”

Snarling with lust, Xander grabbed Cordelia by her slender waist, holding her writhing body still. He pulled her down to him, groaning as he eased himself into her cunt.

“Ooohh! Baby! YESSS!” Cordelia wailed, eyes boggling as she felt him skewer her. Even Faith was taken back—well remembering how that huge hard prick felt inside of her. So this is what it looks like from the outside.

“Fuckin’ Jesus,” Xander groaned himself.

Faith panted with lust as she watched. Sure, she was pissed at Cordelia for trying to make Xander her personal sex slave, and at Xander for clearly almost being at the point of giving in before Cordelia had blinked first. But Faith was also insanely turned on, her panties soaked like they’d been in a flood.

She’d never played the voyeur before—never found anyone worth spying on. Sex was good for gratifying her, but if it wasn’t happening to her, it could fuck off. But Xander being one-half of the equation changed things.

She watched his bottle-thick cock go into Cordelia’s fever-hot pussy, gliding deeper and deeper. It should’ve been killing her to be impaled that way—the cheerleader cunt of Sunnydale High. But Cordelia only seemed to enjoy it more and more, cursing in pain while her voice was full of need and ecstasy.

“Fuck, you’re a goddamn punk, Xander! Why do you have to be so fucking hung, huh? Shit! I’d be satisfied with half this fucking cock, you know?

“No, you wouldn’t,” Xander groaned, smug despite the face-reddening pleasure he himself was feeling. “You’re not even satisfied now. You still want me all to yourself!”

“Fuck you, Harris, I was just testing you. And guess what? You failed. You’re way too much of a perv to actually be my boyfriend. You’re lucky I’m gonna let you give me orgasms, cabana boy.”

Xander kept pulling her down, shoving himself inside of her until the only sign of his manhood were his bloated balls. Cordelia sat, fully sheathing his massive erection, and she gurgled in pained rapture. One thing she hadn’t bullshitted him about—she really did want to fuck. And it was still almost too much for her.

“Unnhh, Xand, that feels so fucking good!” she moaned, forgetting their argument as she shuddered deliriously. “Now fuck me, fuck me like you’ve always wanted to!”

“You’re right, Cordy,” Xander growled. “This is how I’ve always wanted to fuck you.”

Gripping her by the waist, he pumped her up and down, working her on his cock like a tissue he was masturbating into, even as he pistoned his stiff prick up into her seething pussy.

Cordelia bucked up and down like she was riding a horse, only with a total lack of coordination from the usually poised debutante. Her luscious breasts wobbled and swayed, Cordelia trilling in delight as her body was flung around by Xander’s pumping, thrusting usage of her.

“Yeah, that’s it cabana boy!” Cordelia gasped. “Bet you’ve dreamed about doing this since junior high! Thought about it since you first laid eyes on me—every night since we first met, you wanted my cunt just like this!”

Xander only plowed into her dripping pussy harder, as if he were halfway fucking her just to dispel her words, but there was no denying them. No matter how much he’d hated her, he’d always fantasized about this. And no matter how much she was enjoying herself, he was enjoying it too.

Faith bit her knuckle and stifled her own moan. She wondered if she could stand to keep watching. She could maybe handle being jealous, even of Cordelia Chase and even of her fucking Xander, but it was just making her so horny too! She wanted to watch and yet she wanted this to stop affecting her so bad. She couldn’t think straight; she was as delirious with the fuck as Xander and Cordelia were.