How to ride

There's an audible "pop" as my cock releases from Buffy's mouth and throat, glistening with her saliva. Buffy looks up at Faith, her fingers on her wet chin, her eyes shining with pride and excitement. "I did it, Faith! I did it!" she exclaims, her voice breathless and eager. Faith actually applauds her, a wicked, proud smile playing on her lips as she kneels at Buffy's side. They stare at each other for a bit and I feel their fingers intertwine around my cock, stroking.

Buffy bites her lower lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief and innocence. "Any other lessons, Faith?" she asks, her voice a soft, sultry purr. Faith's smile widens, and she nods, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She tears open my shirt, buttons flying and clacking on the black, unreflective surface, and with gentle pushes, I crawl back with her further into the center of the bed. I discard my destroyed shirt, and I feel the pillows slide themselves under my head, proving me up, giving me a perfect, unobstructed view of the erotic show unfolding before me. "This is the best fucking dream I've ever had," I think, my heart pounding with anticipation.

Buffy crawls next to me, awe ass pressed against her calves, her back arched, pushing her breasts together and forward. She's eager to watch Faith's sexual demonstrations. She almost flinches when Faith spits on her hand. We watch as Faith brings her hand down, coating her pussy generously, ensuring every inch of her sex is slick and ready. Then Faith straddles me, her knees on either side of my hips, her pussy hovering just above my cock. She looks down at me, a seductive, confident smile playing on her lips, and then turns her head to Buffy. "This," she pauses for effect, her voice firm and laced with desire, "is cowgirl," she explains. "It helps you control the pace and depth, but his cock is so huge that might not matter."

With that, she lowers herself onto me, her eyes locking onto mine. I can feel her heat, her wetness, as she takes me inch by inch, her pussy stretching to accommodate my thickness, then tightening back around my girth like a fucking vice. She starts to ride me, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm, her nipples aroused and hard, her tits swaying erotically. I reach up, cupping her tits, and feel the pillows grow underneath my head, bringing my mouth to her nipples. I start to suck and bite them, my stubble tickling her sensitive skin. I hear her moan at the sensation, and her body shuddering with pleasure.

Buffy watches, her eyes wide with fascination and arousal. "His cock is stretching you out so much Faith," she comments, her voice a soft, awestruck whisper. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, a primal, erotic act that makes my balls tighten.

Faith continues to ride me, her pace quickening, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. "Riding him feels so fucking good, B," she says, her voice filled with pleasure. She tries to keep this a lesson in sex, "Pay attention to how I try taking him and..... oooOOOoooH..." but an orgasm builds and she abandons her sentence, her body convulsing with pleasure. "Fuck, Joe. You're so fucking deep. So fucking deep inside meeeeeEEE." She throws her head back, hear hair whipping behind her toned back, her body in rapture as another orgasm sends tingles of electricity from her pussy, to her fingertips and more. Her body is glowing with a sheen of sweat, her skin flushed with desire.

Once again, I can feel the pleasure building, my balls tightening, but I'm not close to the edge yet. I refuse to be, no matter how tight, how so very tight she is around me. She rides me with such grace and power that it leaves me almost breathless. I can feel every contraction, every spasm of her inner muscles as she clenches around me, milking me.

"He's not cumming yet," Faith thinks, her brow furrowing slightly. "How has he not cum yet?" She leans down, her tits pressing against my chest, and takes me in a passionate, hungry kiss. Her tongue explores my mouth, her teeth nipping at my lips, her body moving faster, harder, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps, our breaths hot against our faces. I can feel the pleasure building, my body tensing, but I'm not there yet. I refuse to let it end so soon.

Faith pulls back, her eyes locked onto mine, a wicked, determined smile playing on her lips. She moves her body in a rhythm that's purely primal, purely erotic, purely fucking perfect, grinding against me, taking me deeper and deeper.