Chapter 3 - Have a Little Faith: Chapter 3--by Volpone

                                             Have a Little Faith

                                                  By Volpone
                                                    Chapter 3

          She hadn't heard a thing as he approached, and so she hadn't expected to be caught like this. But
really, being caught by a male wasn't something she considered a problem at the moment.
          Faith did a quick scan of the newcomer and realized she'd never seen him before. He was tall...
attractive... but not gorgeous. His duster covered most of his clothes, and it also served to hide his build,
but from the way he moved, she could tell he was fit. Things might be looking up here.
          He was smiling as he watched the two of them with open amusement.
          "This gives new meaning to the phrase 'theatre-in-the-park'. Who'd ever think that I'd run across
a sexy little trick like you... being back-doored by a faun... in the middle of a park... in the dark."
          Though the satyr's actions made it a little difficult to focus on conversation, she felt compelled to
respond, even though her delivery was punctuated by involuntary stutters from her being anal-ized.
          "You don't seem all that... uhnn... surprised."
          "This is Sunnydale after sundown. A chorus-line of tap-dancing zombies wouldn't surprise me.
          Well, it might if they had rhythm..."
          He seemed supremely confident and completely unconcerned by what he was seeing. Combined
with the wicked look in his eye, it gave him a dangerous quality. Somewhere, deep within Faith's
psyche, an alarm tried to go off, but it was drowned by the surge of sexual adrenaline she felt at the
stranger's presence. It hadn't been a very loud alarm, anyway.
          The satyr, on the other hand, was somewhat more concerned over the new-comer's arrival. Most
of the males in his experience had driven him away. Some had tried to hurt him. He did not know why.
          Only a few had seemed to understand. This one smiled, and that was good. Still, it would be best to be
wary. Keeping one eye on the man, the satyr continued to gently rock in time with the female who took
him with her back opening.
          Spotting Cordelia, a slight frown passed over the stranger's brow as he crossed to the
unconscious woman and placed a hand at her throat to determine her health. After checking under an
eyelid and satisfying himself that she was mostly unhurt, he arranged her clothes to cover her, taking
Faith's jacket and laying it gently over her bare torso.
          The spell of the satyr destroyed any sense of restraint Faith might have had remaining, which
during sex was minimal to begin with. She wanted to experience as much as she could, and this stranger
would do.
          "Who are you?" asked Faith rather unoriginaly, some part of her mind keeping up the battle to
think clearly.
          "Oh... let's say I prefer to remain anonymous."
          "That's okay. It'll save me having to f... forget it later."
          He pantomimed being shot with a arrow in the heart, complete with sound effect. "I am
wounded beyond recovery." His tone conveyed the insincerity of his words. His smile said that he had
very little worry of her forgetting him, if that had ever been his concern.
          Changing the subject, he observed, "You're bloody rough on your playmates, ducks." He
indicated Cordelia's still form.
          Faith refused to be side-tracked. "Forget her. You... unh... look like you're into... partners who
are m... more awake."
          He stood and looked at her. "You already look like you've got all you can handle."
          "Bring it on... over h... here, and I'll show... you how much... Ah... Ah... I can handle."
          He didn't move, and his grin didn't fade. "My, aren't we a confident little piece?"
          "Best you'll... ever have, slick."
          "I'd hate to take advantage of a lady." His tone was ironic.
          "Whoever said Ah... I was a lady?"
          "Benefit of the doubt?"
          She bit her lip as the motion from the satyr gave her an especially poignant sensation. It was
enough to destroy the last vestige of her patience where the stranger was concerned.
          "Cut the witty banter. You want... a... a piece of me or not?"
          He strolled casually toward her as she replied, "That phrase will never be the same." He stood
close in front of her... challengingly close. It brought her face into the vicinity of his zipper.
          Without any hesitation, she reached up and began undoing his belt.
          "I guess th... this'll have to do in..stead of a f...formal introduction, huh?"
          She managed to open his pants without difficulty, and when she reached inside, she was
pleasantly surprised... not shocked, but surprised. He wasn't in the same league as the satyr... quite, but
she wasn't disappointed.
          Being a gentleman, the stranger decided not to say anything. It would be impolite to expect her
to reply with her mouth full.
          Faith was pleased to find that he was already hard... she would have been insulted if his reaction
had only been verbal. And he had such a nice cock. She'd had more than her share, and while she might
forget a face... She showed him how much she appreciated it by using it to tickle her uvula.
          His only response was a sincere sounding, "My, my! Talent and beauty."
          She completely ignored his comment as she bent her efforts to enjoying the use of a second cock.
This was definitely the biggest "double-billing" she had ever participated in, and it taxed her talents to
the limits. Without the aid of the satyr's spell, even Faith might have been daunted at the task, but as it
was, she reveled in it.
          Taking him well into her mouth, she groaned out a deep note around the stranger's erection,
loving the sensation of the silky skin sliding against her tongue. She still had room below her lips on the
shaft to wrap a hand around him and begin to stroke in time to her mouth's ministrations. It brought a
chuckle from him, and he began to massage her shoulders as she continued to swallow his hard-on. The
slick sensation of him impaling her mouth while the satyr stretched her rectum, her avid lips tightly
following every tiny variation in the surface of his tool was so incredibly erotic that it only took her a
few moments before she soared into a magnificent orgasm.
          The stranger held very still, allowing her to enjoy coming without distracting her. It was a
temptation to keep pumping into her lips, but he knew she would be back in a few moments... he could
wait.
          The sensation of being dually impaled like this made Faith's climax a particularly intense one.
She shuddered and couldn't help letting a series of stifled moans escape in time to her spasms. She
quivered and trembled as her breathing grew ragged in ecstasy.
          The stranger looked up at the satyr and nodded. The satyr relaxed and smiled his sad little half
smile back. Good. This man knew of a woman's needs, too. He only hoped that the stranger could
enjoy the burst of soul-filling radiance that the female released as her joy peaked. Hers were particularly
good. Better than the other two since coming here, although they had been much better than most as
well. This one had a bit of the feeling of Olympus about her, as if she were touched by the gods, like the
occasional dryad or Nereid he had been fortunate to please back home. In other regards, the satyr had a
rather poor memory, but regarding sex, he remembered every detail. It was something of who he was.
          By now, Faith had settled back into herself, and was once again sucking greedily on the stranger's
hard cock, happily anticipating the next orgasm to wash over her. She wanted the stranger there with her
next time. She wanted to taste his come, the final proof that she was the best... to feel that proof as it
slid down her throat. The thought made her hornier than ever.
          She began to throw every trick in the book at him. She licked at him from his balls to the tip,
flicking her tongue rapidly back and forth across the frenulum, then reaching up through his legs to grab
one cheek of his firm ass and pull him towards her so that she could take every bit that she could fit in
her mouth, stroking him surely with the other hand. Tipping her head to one side, she wet her lips and
pressed them to the front of him, running them up and down the front of his junk as she sucked gently to
increase the sensation, then after doing this several times, she placed a kiss on the head and took him
down rapidly several times. She sensually ran the nails of her second hand down from his tight male
butt, across the skin over his prostate, then took hold of him below the balls, bringing his testicles
forward, but she still couldn't reach them with her tongue as she tried to take him down all the way. The
appreciative chuckle that came from him as she tried to engulf him was encouraging, but rather than give
up on her intention, she let him free from her mouth so she could bend over and coax each testicle into
her soft lips, her tongue caressing each in turn as she applied some suction, making sure he was
watching her as she did something hot like this. Once she decided she had paid enough attention to his
balls, she went back to seeing just how much of him she could swallow.
          She wanted him to remember her for the rest of his life as the best head he'd ever had, and the
sensation of having the biggest cock she'd ever taken anally stretching her to the point of pain and
beyond only made her feel more like the hottest piece of tail that ever walked the planet.
          Faith rotated her head every time her lips descended his rod, matching the motion with her hand,
until she began to pick up the pace, trying to build up to a rate that wouldn't let him hold back any more.
She could feel her own excitement building as she bobbed up and down on him, reaching out for her
next orgasm as she drove him towards his own.
          The satyr could sense her heightened excitement and he began to push just a bit more, driving
toward her limits, stretching her rectum even more, sending a small jolt of exquisite pain through her
each time, each tiny shock adding to the growing swell of her approaching release. He would join her in
release this time.
          The stranger felt the signs as well, and in response his hands reached down to begin squeezing
pleasure into her firm breasts, adding yet another assault on her senses. Faith couldn't help but whimper
as his hands gripped her strongly, her rigid nipples pushing against the palms of his strong hands.
          Though he didn't voice any reaction, she could hear his breathing growing stronger, the air pumping
through his nostrils louder by the moment. His hips began to move ever so slightly, not enough to cause
her problems, but enough to help reinforce the rhythm she was setting as her lips clung greedily to him.
          She tried to press her chest even harder into his hands to encourage him, and she tossed her head with a
very vocal moan that clearly said she wanted more. She felt his erection begin to swell in anticipation
just as she was approaching her own peak, and as she sucked strongly, she slipped a hand back between
his glutes, put her thumb flat against his anus and pressed just as she felt the first contraction hit him.
          Just at the same moment, his hands grasped more firmly at her aching breasts and squeezed her hard
without letting go to give her a push, which was exactly what she wanted.
          She began to thrash as an orgasm to dwarf all others took her, and then her muscles locked tight
as the immense wave of pure sexual lightning went through. The stranger quietly said the word,
"Now!", and suddenly Faith was being filled at both orifices, the satyr driving forward and grunting in an
almost animal manner as he joined the others in their moment of supreme bliss. The stranger's hot, salty
come hit her throat, and Faith almost choked as she tried to scream her ecstasy at the same moment.
          Then she was drinking his thick, sticky sperm as fast as she could swallow, the taste and feel of it
driving her orgasm even higher, loving every wanton second of his ultimate offering to her sexual thirst.
Spasm after spasm racked her body as both males happily pumped their seed into her from both ends.
          Faith felt like the center of some electrical circuit, and the current flowing through her was sex.
          Finally, after most of a minute of contractions had gone by, Faith finally began to come down
from the plateau of her amazing orgasm, only then allowing the stranger's slowly flagging cock to slip
from her smiling lips so that she could speak.
          "So, slick... how fast can you get back in the saddle? Curly here never slows down, and I got an
idea I'm dyin' to try."
          "They've got your picture in the dictionary under the word 'insatiable', right?"
          "Hey, if ya got the juice..."
          "I thought you'd have gotten plenty of juice from both of us."
          Faith was about to taunt him with another sexual innuendo, but at that moment, his head swung
around at hearing someone's approach. The guy must have had great hearing, because Faith hadn't heard
a thing. He began arranging himself unhurriedly back into his pants.
          "Sorry, sweet lips. You do know how to show a guy a good time, and I'd love to return the favor,
but I think I hear the cavalry approaching." He winked at her. "I hope we meet again, luv. You're fun,
in 'Debbie Does Dallas' kind of way. Love a rematch sometime without Pan's peter back there in the
mix."
          He jerked his head in Cordelia's direction. "Don't fret yourself about her. I'm sure the guy who's
coming will see to her safety."
          He blew her a kiss, and said with a delivery that sounded like a Hollywood agent arranging for
his people to get together with her people, "Love ya, sweets. Fabulous time. Must run. Enjoy the rest
of the evening." And then, with a swish of his duster, he was gone.

