*Disclaimer: All of the characters and places in this story are the creation of Joss Whedon and his team. All I have done is insert my little story into his blank spot.
She shook a bit as she looked at the large doors that lead into the crypt, she had come here many times but now it was different. She had been called here for something that she wasn't sure she wanted. But Spike had his ways of convincing her that what he wanted she wanted. His hands always did have a way of speaking for him, in ways his words never did. Closing her eyes she let out a soft sigh and entered the room
She was greeted by the sight of three men, two of them she knew well the third she only knew. Her eyes fell upon the first man and her heart skipped a beat. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as her eyes drifted over his form, he was tall, at least a foot taller then she was and had his black hair cut short and gelled up. She always thought it looked as though he had tried to style it during a wind storm, but without a reflection how could he know. Her eyes drifted down his broad shoulders to see the black shirt that he had chosen to wear today. She smiled as her eyes drifted down his tone thighs then back up savoring the sight of him
Her eyes slowly shifted from her first love, to the men she had detested for quite sometime. He was not as tall as Angel was, but he was not a short man either. His eyes were a piercing shade of sapphire that seemed to find the darkest recess of her soul. His build was a smaller farm, his well defined face had a chiseled cheek bones. Her eyes drifted lover, he had decided not to wear a shirt today and she could see the well defined chest, his strong pecks and six pack abs.As her eyes continued their decent she took in a breath, his pants were skin tight and the outline could be made, his member was already ready for what was to come. She shuddered at the thought of it
Finally she turned to face the last man that stood there, and smiled at the sight of his dark flesh. He was a lovely man, and it was their first time meeting, she did not know how he would react to this, but she was ready to make it a lasting first impression. Her eyes wandered from his head, which was clean shaven and down his chocolate flesh, she took in his strong arms, his lovely chest, and her mouth began to water. She did not know what it was, but the thought of his dark flesh against her own caused her heart to flutter and her stomach to turn into knots. She would love to see if the myth was true
Each man in turn began to strip and what she saw caused her body to shake wildly and her thighs to clamp together to hold back the moisture that was threatening to spill out of her core. The first she looked upon was Angel, her first love, and first partner. his member stood tall, at just over 9 inches and quite thick. When she had taken the ruler out to measure it her eyes had grown wide, 2 across. She was worried but he made sure it didn't hurt her...too much
Her eyes moved slowly towards the second man and she rolled her tongue across her lips. She always found the small patch of black hair amusing when she looked down at him and up at his bleach blonde hair. But she made no comment as she took in his more then impressive manhood. He was long at well over 11 inches and was thick, not as thick as Angel was but he sure knew how to use it. She tried to pull her eyes away from him to look at the final man but couldn't seem to, she didn't know how any other mans erection could look any better then what she saw when she gazed at her blonde haired lover.
Her eyes finally pulled away and the look that she had upon her face made the three men laugh out loud. What she saw scared her, and she knew now that if the myth wasn't true for all men it was for this one. She could not take her eyes from it, he was big, she did not have anything to measure it but she could tell one thing, he would hurt. Stepping towards him she moved her hand and stared in shock when his erect member was as long as her wrist to her elbow. That however wasn't what scared her; the girth was something to be admired. Her small hand wrapped about it tightly and her thumb and middle finger barely met. She couldn't believe it, and she knew now what she was in for. These three men were going to take her, and take her had...and she didn't know if she would be able to move after this night. She prayed that her slayer strength would save her.
She took in a quick breath to try to steady her rapidly beating heart before she began to move her lips, letting her tongue flick over the head of the dark flesh that rested before her. Her lips parted as she took in the musky scent of his manhood and slowly began to lower her lips, watching the other two men slowly shift towards her. Her hands lifted up from where she sat and moved towards each of the pieces of hard flesh. Her fingers wrapped about them tightly and she began to gently stroke, watching as each man responded to her gentle touch. The soft throbbing between her fingers told her of their excitement and it made her smile.
As her fingers continued to move she felt Angel slowly slip away from her, a confused look touching her puzzled face. Her small form was easily lifted and lowered, the tip of his flesh brushing gently against her core. Her eyes closed as he pulled her down onto him and her pussy clenched tightly, she enjoyed him within her and had missed it greatly. She worked her hips upon him expertly and gave his thick flesh a soft squeeze with her inner muscles, adding a bit of slayer strength to make sure that she was tightly wrapped about him.
As she rode her eyes closed, and her lips continued their slow motion, descending upon the throbbing flesh. She had forgotten about the third man, and was quickly reminded of him when she felt a second pair of strong hands rest upon her hips. Her eyes wanted to turn back to face him but a strong black hand held her lips in place, pushing her down lower. She quickly obeyed and paid little attention to the hands, they were simply sitting there what harm could they do.