"You'd want to be a sex toy for a bunch of guys?" "Fuck yes!" There was a clear moment in time in which we both weighed whether to take it all the way... As of earlier today, our sex had been fun but not terribly experimental. I imagined Jess taking the place of the pornstar. Jess surrounded by cocks. Jess getting dragged around a circle of horny men, each pawing for their piece of her. Jess alternating blowjobs. Jess being bent over in preparation for an assembly line of doggy-style fucking. She. Just to round things off there was a huge dildo, which made me feel totally inadequate, particularly as it was black, standing on the bedside table! She reached for this and pushed it into the bedside table drawer saying something about it not being needed as I'd turned up at last and anyway it needed new batteries now anyway! 'Do you like my outfit?1 she asked, shaking her enormous tits so that they moved like a jelly even though they were firmly strapped into the basque, 'I. Willow felt her legs being parted, and she only had the briefest of moments to wonder about it; soon all thought was driven from her as she felt Buffy's silken tongue touch her core, teasingly at first, and then with greater abandon. She felt her back arch off the bed, a huge groan escaping from her lips. Soon enough, those lips were covered with another pair, Faith moving up to kiss the hacker deeply, pushing her tongue inside the eager mouth. Willow sucked on it, releasing a flood of desire.   I glanced up, secretively, as she stood at the love seat across from where I was seated on the sofa. She reached into the robe’s pocket, pulled out a small vibrator and placed it next to her planned place of repose. She loosened the sash and allowed the robe to slip, slowly, off of her pale shoulders, past the curve of her hips and onto the floor as if I wasn’t there. Beneath the robe, she was clad (only) in a blood red low cut lacy bra, garter belt and dark seamed nylons. This was a Goddess.