Man, teach 'em how to dance

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and they never want to stop.  Thank god there's a few more basic moves in classical ballet.  Can't pry these 3 away from each other

Ballet: Positons of the feet

This bit's for wisteria_ 'cause she begged so prettily.

 
Bras bas (position of preparation)
 
He watched them on the bed, stroking his prick to the cadence of their rhythm.  She looked just as he supposed, ethereal, wanton, and so bloody sexy.  Harris was a surprise.  He’d expected a gentle glide from shy, disbelieving uncertainty into the sexual buffet he was being provided.  But he’d jumped in like a starving man.  Spike thrust lazily into his fist as Xander thrust steadily into Buffy, her ankles near her ears, breathy moans escaping her with each firmly seated stroke.  He could tell his girl was near, a slow building keen named it.  Harris’ face became determined, his body moving like a piston, large hands wrapped around Buffy’s hips dragging and pounding her into climax as he slowly turned his head to fix his eyes on Spike.  A challenge then, wot?  Spike increased his pace as did Xander, eyes locked and they came as one, Buffy screaming her ecstasy along with them.
 
1st position
 
The boy wasn’t supposed to take to it like this.  Dark eyes, fires lit far in the depths.  She wasn’t supposed to take to it like this, letting them wear her like a second slippery skin.  He was grateful of the wall behind them and of Xander’s sure-footed stance, hands planted on either side of him, fingers digging into his shoulders.  When the boy had nearly stalked him to his current position, Spike had felt the first shiver of uncertainty tickle the base of his spine.  His cock was having none of that and wrestled thought away from his brain when it jerked towards the whelp’s swinging dick like a lodestone.  Who would’ve guessed the fumbling sloe-eyed carpenter would know exactly what to do when presented with another man’s penis?  That he’d stake Spike to the wall with a look and start a slow, excruciating bit of press and slide?  That he’d know exactly how to wrap a warm, dry fist around the two stiff pricks and grind them together in his palm?  And Spike would’ve lost any bet he’d placed on the measure of the slayer’s sexual debauchery, the thought never truly crossing his mind that she’d actually pry the two men apart and slide down on her knees to suck their frictioning dicks into the moist slurry of her tiny mouth. 
 
2nd position
 
It was there; all flushed and full and open, begging for it.  He continued pounding into the quivering fire of Buffy’s cunt as he tilted his head just enough to slide his tongue over Harris’ anus.  He heard, but barely registered Buffy’s muffled cry as Xander’s hips rolled spastically forward sending his cock surging down her throat.  Xander looked back over his shoulder at Spike who gave him a searing gaze with cocked brow.  Got something to say then, boy?  Spike smiled in satisfaction as the whelp repositioned, hands on the headboard taking more of his weight as he rose and lifted his ass in the air.  Spike appreciated the new view, Xander’s cock disappearing into the suckling oval of Buffy’s mouth, just before he bent and sent his tongue into the tight muscle of the boy’s ass.  The only thing that could be heard over the swift sounds of liquid passion were Xander’s groans from submitting to the double onslaught of ardent mouths on his genitals.
 
3rd position
 
He felt like one of Dru’s bloody Russian dolls.  The ones she’d become so enamored of in Belgrade.  Played for hours, stacking and unstacking, hiding little bits in them, nesting, filling them.  He ran a hand down Buffy’s shimmering back, and into the crevice of her perfect ass.  He parted her thighs, nearly coming from the sight of her puffy, glistening quim alone.  Sliding into her was like sliding into some exquisite oil.  He thrust languorously, bending to suckle her long, slim neck, reaching around to cup her tight, small breasts and then he’d cursed lustily as Harris sunk into him.  Xander’s rough hands encased his chest, feeling their way from nipple to navel, a careful match for what he had been doing to his girl. He finally felt a full appreciation for the git’s chosen profession. A strong hand fisted in the hair at the nape of his neck bringing him back to the sturdy chest behind him.  He duplicated the move on Buffy, bringing her back to him.  They balanced, fitted together by pulsing flesh and quivering holes. Between the slow, deep prods on his prostate and the fiercely pulsing muscles around his cock, he was not long for this game.  He came ferociously, with visions of Dru’s dolls being hacked to pieces in his head.

***** Blatantly stole this line from Stephen King's It because it's been running through my head since I first read it at the tender age of 13, taunting me: sliding into her was like sliding into some exquisite oil.