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Changing Channels Ch. 01

By: Maguppy Puppy



"Peter! Get the hell in here!"

Peter Johnson looked up from his cubicle. "Aw, I wonder what the dragon lady wants now," he said as he walked past his cubicle neighbor's desk.

"From the tone of her voice, I'm guessing she wants your balls on the end of a sharp stick," his neighbor, Roger, joked.

Peter threw him an annoyed look. "Very funny. If I'm not back in an hour, you'd better call the police."

"You got it, bud."

"Peter!" Veronica's voice boomed from her office. "In here! Now!"

Peter headed towards his supervisor's office, though it was the last place that he wanted to be. He had gotten his customer service job at Globo Vision Cable over a year ago, and he had not once seen Veronica in a good mood. It was even worse for him since he had once made the mistake of calling her Ronnie. He and his co-workers had all sorts of nicknames for her; Dragon Lady, Beelze-Babe and the Castrator were just a few of them. She was actually pretty hot looking for a women in her mid thirties, but her personality was pure B-I-T-C-H.

Peter peeked his head into the doorway, hoping that it wouldn't get bitten off. "You wanted to see me, Veronica?"

"Of course I wanted to see you! Do you think I enjoy yelling for no reason?"

Peter decided that it would be best to keep his answer to himself. "What did you want?"

"The storm has been knocking down tree branches around town and our signal just went out. I think that a branch may have fallen onto our satellite dish on the edge of town and knocked it out."

Pete didn't know what any of this had to do with him, besides a tidal wave of calls from cable starved customers. "And you called me in here because... why?"

"Because, Peter," Veronica said, "I need you to drive out there and see if you can get the signal back."

"What?! I'm customer service. You want a technician to fix something like that. Besides, it's practically hurricane weather out there. Nobody's going to climb up to the dish!"

"Well, I know that you went to school for that technical crap..."

"Computer repair," Peter corrected her.

"And I would think that you'd rather get rained on a little instead of hearing all our customers yelling in your ear all night about how they can't order their pay-per-view porn."

Pete hated to admit it, but Veronica was probably right. It was prime time right now and he could already hear the phones ringing off the hook out on the floor. The last thing he wanted to do was hear every viewer in town demanding a refund. Pete sighed as he realized it was a no-win situation. "What exactly do I have to do?"

"Just drive out to the dish and check it out. If you see something wrong, fix it. And to show you how thankful I am, if you can get the signal back on, you can have the rest of the night off."

"And if I can't, I get to come back here sopping wet and listen to the customers bitch, right?"

"That's what we managers like to call incentive to achieve," Veronica said with a devilish grin. "Just fix the damn dish and you're home free."

Peter could see the rain coming down in sheets outside, but there wasn't really much of a choice. "Okay, I'll do it," he said, "but I'm taking one of the tech's vans."

"I don't care. Just get that signal back." Veronica tossed a set of keys to Peter.

Peter slipped out the building's back door and ran through the rain to the only tech van still on the lot. His clothes were already already soaked after a ten second run to the van. He started up the van and left the parking lot. He headed out towards the edge of town, but he stopped at the Whatta Burger and picked up a combo meal before he went to the dish site.

He had to get out and unlock the gate of the fence surrounding the massive satellite dish the cable company used. There were no lights around the dish, but when the lightning flashed, he could make out the shape of something sitting in the dish from the van. He sat in the van and finished his burger before he grabbed a flashlight, got out and approached the dish's ladder. At least when he was directly under the bowl of the dish, he wasn't getting quite as wet.

He started his way up the ladder and his feet slipped on the wet rungs several times before he reached the hatch onto the dish. Then he held onto the ladder tightly with one arm and tossed the hatch open, only to have water from the dish pour down on him. He clambered up onto the surface of the dish and slid a little as a strong gust of wind blew past him. As he felt the freezing rain pelt him, he gritted his teeth and pulled the flashlight out of his pocket. He pointed the beam at the shape on the dish and found that it was a deflated kiddy swimming pool. "Wind must've blown it up here," he said to himself. He carefully moved over to the deflated pile of plastic and saw the little cartoon characters printed on the side of the pool. "Fucking Yu-Gi-Oh... I hate that show." He gripped the plastic and swung it out over the edge of the dish. "Mission complete, Mister Johnson," he joked, "Let's head home and take a nice hot shower." Peter slowly made his way back towards the hatch.

Just before he reached the hole, the wind gusted again and caught him, blowing him across the smooth, slick with rain surface of the dish. He almost fell on his ass, but grabbed on to the spire in the center of the dish just in time. "Next time Veronica has a special job for me," he said as he used the spire to steady himself, "I'm going to tell her she can kiss my aaaaaAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHH!"

Lightning flashed and struck the spire Peter was gripping. An incredibly bright white light blinded him and the electricity burnt through his body, feeling like a thousand red hot pins.

The lightning, which only lasted a split second, disappeared and so did Peter. All that was left was a melted flashlight and a stream of smoke coming off of the dish's spire.

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Back at Globo Vision, the cable came back on in Veronica's office.

"Hmmph, maybe Peter isn't a total fuck up after all..."

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"Uuuuuggghhh..." Peter moaned. "That sucked."

Peter opened his eyes to see that it was bright out. Very bright. Probably past noon, judging from the sun. He looked around him and saw that he was no longer at the dish site. He was lying in an alley way, just off of a busy street. "What the hell happened to me," he said as he sat up. He patted himself down as he looked himself over. "No broken bones. no unsightly electricity burns. Hmmm. I seem to be fine. Which is odd, considering the last thing I remember is straight lining a gigawatt of electricity through my body..." He was still wearing the same clothes from last night, but they too, were dry and undamaged. He climbed to his feet and walked out of the alley. Looking up and down the street, he realized that he didn't recognize a single building on it. "Where am I?"

Just then he saw a trolley car go cross the intersection a couple blocks away. It took a couple seconds for it to click. "San Francisco? How did I end up in San Francisco?" He pinched himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. "Ow! Well, I'm not dreaming. I'm not sure if that's good or not. Maybe I'm in a coma..." He started walking down the street as he tried to make sense of his current situation. "Wait a second! Maybe this is all after the night up on the dish. Maybe I went out drinking last night, got totally wasted and this is just a result of the black out..." He grinned as another thought hit him. "Ha! Maybe I got laid."

An elderly couple steered clear of Peter as they watched him talk to himself as he walked down the sidewalk.

"But that still doesn't explain how I ended up halfway across the country, in a city I've never been to, lying in an alley." He tried to factor that into his explanation, when he saw a strangely familiar site.

"Cool," he said as he walked up to the doorway. "I didn't know that there was really a restaurant here like this." The building was covered in ivy and the sign hanging over the doorway said 'Quake'. It was a concrete slab cracked in half, with the 'Qua' on one half and the 'ke' on the other side. It looked just like the restaurant in the first season of Charmed. Maybe they built it after the show started, he thought to himself. He tried to catch a peek inside when the hostess spoke to him.

"Would you like a table, Sir," the pretty young blonde asked him.

"Oh!" Peter hadn't been paying attention to her. He patted his pants pocket and was glad that he found the familiar lump of his wallet still in them. "Uh, yes. I would like a table. I'll be eating alone."

The hostess grabbed a menu from the rack. "Table of one? Right this way then, Sir." She lead him into the dining room and found him a table near the bar. 

As he sat down, he was amazed by the detail that they had put into the decorating of the place. It was exactly like it looked on the show. After taking the whole place in, he picked up his menu and began looking it over. "Yoiks," he said as he checked out the prices. "This place is spendy." He was trying to decide between soup or a salad (the two cheapest items on the menu) when he heard a familiar voice.

"No. That's no good. You're going to have to make sure that it's medium rare this time."

Peter recognized the voice right away. He turned to see Holly Marie Combs coming out of the kitchen. She was looking pretty frazzled and he didn't want to bother her, but he couldn't pass up a chance to talk to a real television star. She was walking towards his table so he took his chance.

"Miss Combs," he said as he waved to her, "I just wanted to tell you that I'm a big fan."

The lovely brunette stopped and gave him a puzzled look. "I'm sorry. What was that?"

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm a big fan of your show, Holly. Can I call you Holly?"

She looked totally bewildered now. "I'm sorry. You must have confused with someone else. My name's Piper. Piper Halliwell."

"On the show," Pete said.

"What show?"

"What?" Now Pete was confused. "Okay. You play Piper on the show. You know? Your show? Charmed? Right?"

Her eyes bugged out when she heard the word 'Charmed'. "What are you talking about? and what do you know about 'Charmed'?

Peter was almost certain that he was dreaming now. This was just feeling to surreal. "You, Holly Marie Combs, play Piper Halliwell on Charmed, the show about the three witch sisters. Your character can stop time. Sound familiar at all?"

She got a very worried look on her face and raised her hands. When she put her hands down she leaned over towards Peter. "Are you some sort of Warlock? Because I know that you're not a good witch, because you just froze when I stopped time."

Peter didn't know how to respond. "Well, I'm definitely not a warlock," he said. He decided to go with the flow and went along with the act, pretending he was actually on the show. "I stopped when you 'froze time' probably because I'm a human, and your spell stop humans, right?"

"Yes, but--" said the flustered woman before she realized that their conversation was attracting attention. "Here, follow me. We need to talk about this in private." She motioned for him to follow and then lead him back into the restaurant's stock room. She closed the door and turned to face him. "Now who are you and how do you know about me and my sisters? And who is Holly?"

"I'm Peter," he said slowly. "Peter Johnson. I know so much about your family because I watch your show. Charmed. And I'm really confused right now because the last thing I can remember is being struck by lightning and then I woke up outside of this restaurant, a couple thousand miles from home." He took a deep breath. "Now can I ask a question?"

"You just did, but, sure. Go ahead," Piper said.

"Why the Hell-- I mean, why do you keep saying that you're Piper?"

"Because I am. I am Piper Halliwell. I'm a witch. Just like you keep telling me. You said yourself that I can stop time."

"On the show," Peter said.

"No. No show. For real, Peter." She had an idea. "Here watch this can."

Peter looked at the large can of tapioca pudding she pointed to and then Piper raised her hands. The can disappeared from the shelf and reappeared at his feet. "Holy crap!"

"You already told me I could do that and now you're amazed when I actually do it? Do you have some sort of brain damage?"

"I'm beginning to think so," he said as he picked up the can, making sure that it really real. "But you're not really a witch..."

"We already went over this. I can only assure that I really am a witch." She could see that Peter was having trouble with all of this. "You really don't know what's going on. Do you?"

"No. I don't. All I know is that I watch you on T.V. every week and now I'm on your show. Or you're in reality. Or I've gone fucking looney tunes. I'm not sure." Peter suddenly felt very tired and slide down against the wall until he was sitting on the floor of the stockroom.

Piper knelt down beside him. "Maybe someone cast some sort of spell on you," she said as she placed her hand on Peter's knee. "If that's it, my sisters and I are going to help you out with this. All right?"

"I guess," Pete said, not sounding very sure at all.

"Good. I'm going to take you back to the house so we can try to figure this out." Piper helped Peter to his feet and took him out of the stockroom.

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Piper drove them to the Halliwell house, and called her sister, Prue, at the auction house, to let her know what was happening.

When Peter and Piper entered the house, the sound of a workout video was coming from the living room. "One and two and three and four..." They entered the room to find the youngest, and bustiest, Halliwell sister, Phoebe, clad in pink spandex, on all fours, stretching like the woman on the T.V.. Peter had a great view of her pink heart shaped ass pointed in the air.

"Phoebe," Piper said. "We have company."

"Oh!" She turned around, surprised. "Thanks for the warning, Piper." She stood up and walked over to them. "So who's your friend?"

"This is Peter. He's not from around here. We think. He has a problem that we might be able to help him with."

Peter was barely hearing any of this as his attention was directed towards Phoebe's sweaty pink spandex halter top. The fabric was stretched tight across her large breasts and her nipples were pushing out against the top.

"He says that he's been watching us for quite a while," Piper continued. "On his television. I already called Prue and she's on her way over now."

Phoebe looked at the normal looking Peter. "You see us on T.V.?"

"Yeah, I think," Peter said. "It's all kind of confusing right now."

"Well, tell me something about me, then. Something you saw on T.V.."

Peter thought about it for a moment. "Okay. Your special magic is getting visions." He could see that she wasn't impressed. "And in high school, when you were caught making out with a guy under the gymnasium bleachers, all the guys gave you the nickname 'Freebie'."

Her jaw dropped a little. "That's not true," Phoebe said.

"Yes it is," Piper said. "I already quizzed him on the ride over and he can tell us pretty much every thing that happened to us in the last year. He seems to be telling the truth. I thought that we could check the Book of Shadows and if there's anything about--" 

Piper stopped as the door opened and Prue, the oldest sister, came inside. She was wearing a low cut green blouse with a short black skirt.

"Is this the guy," she asked as she set her purse on the table.

"Yes," Phoebe said. "Come on, tell Prue something about herself."

"Um... Okay. Once, she split her self into three Prues to fight an evil war demon."

Before Prue could respond, there was a knock at the door. Prue turned around and opened the door to see a delivery man standing there.

"Hello," the man said. "I have a package here for the Halliwell sisters..." The man looked into the house to see the sisters inside. "Oh good. You're all here. That will save me some time." He held the package up in front of him and lifted the lid.

Three small lights, the size of fireflies, flew up out of the box and hovered above it for a moment. One was dark green, one was light green, and one was a fierce red. They made a quick swirl around each other and they flew into the house, each one headed for a different sister. The dark green one hit Prue in the chest and disappeared, the light green did the same to Piper, and the red light ran into Phoebe. Each of the sisters glowed for a moment, their entire bodies turning the color of the light that hit them. Then the lights faded.

Prue looked down at her cleavage where the light hit her. "What the hell was that?" She looked up at the delivery man, but he no longer looked like a delivery man. In his place was a much older and thinner man in a set of dark robes. His teeth were yellow and so were his eyes.

"Hahahahahaha," the man cackled. "I hope that you enjoy my gift, Charmed Ones!" He lifted his hands and as he did, flames enveloped him but didn't burn him. When the flames fell, there was no trace left of the man.

"That kind of thing is never good," Phoebe said as she closed the door after glancing up and down the street. "I wonder what those lights were all about."

"I don't know," Piper said, "but I don't feel any different."

"Well," Prue added, "I'm pretty sure that he didn't just want to give us a light show. It looks like we've got another thing to check in the Book of Shadows. I'm glad I came home, so I could be attacked, Piper."

"I didn't know that was going to happen!" She protested, "I just called to tell you about Peter here."

"Well, what if he's connected to the warlock?"

"Woah," Peter said. "I've never seen that guy before in my life! I'm not working with him on anything."

"But maybe he cast a spell on you to bring us together."

"There's no point in arguing about all that now," Phoebe said. "There doesn't seem to be any effect from the lights right now, so why don't you and Piper go back to your jobs. I'll stay here with Peter and look through the Book of Shadows."

"Okay. As soon as you find something," Prue said, "or if any of us notices anything strange, we call each other."

Piper nodded her head. "Sounds like a plan. I should get back to Quake and make sure things are all right there." She walked to the door with Prue. "Good luck, Phoebe."

"Thanks." She closed the door behind her sisters and then turned to face Peter. "We'd better get to work. Let's head up to the attic." She lead the way up the stairs, giving Peter another great view of her ass.

When they got to the attic, the air was warm and musty. A large window let in a big beam of sunlight that shined down on the Book of Shadows. Peter walked up to the book in a little bit of awe.

"This is really the Book of Shadows," he said as he ran his hand over the cover. "Wow."

"Yeah," Phoebe said as she opened the book. "This book has saved our butts more times than I can count." It fell open to random page and she sighed. "The only problem is the thing is frickin' huge and it takes forever to look through it. We've been trying to create an index of it, but I don't remember anything about little colored lights." As she said this, the pages of the book began flipping by themselves. "Ooh," Phoebe exclaimed. "That's usually a good thing." 

Peter leaned over the book to get a better look and Phoebe did the same, causing her large left breast to push up against Peter's arm. Peter didn't no if she had noticed this but he certainly had.

When the pages stopped flipping, they fell open to a page with with seven colored circles drawn in an arc. The two of them began reading the page.

"It says here that each of the lights represent one of the seven deadly sins..." Phoebe said. "Whoever is struck by one of the lights will become overpowered by that trait." She looked at the drawings of the lights and traced them with her finger. "Let's see, Prue was hit by the dark green light. It says that was avarice or greed. Piper got the light green one... envy. And I was hit by the red one, and that was... lust." She bit her lower lip softly. "I guess that that explains that then..."


Changing Channels Ch. 01



Peter looked over at the gorgeous brunette. "Explains what?"

"It explains why I've had this urge to have you throw me down and ravage of me." As she said this she ran her finger over her breast and down her bare stomach. "I just have this feeling, a tingle down here," she said as her fingers grazed her crotch, "that needs to be... relieved. Mmmmmmmm...."

Peter could feel his cock stiffen up in his pants as Phoebe caressed herself. His cock was telling him to grab the witch and fuck her, but his brain still won out. "We'd better figure out a way to reverse this spell then. Don't worry, I'm not going to take advantage of your condition."

Phoebe's smile faltered a little but then she grinned. "All right. It looks like I'm going to have to take advantage of you then." As she said this, she stripped her spandex top off, revealing her large grapefruit sized breasts to Peter. The pink nipples capping her breasts were poking out erect. She leapt at Peter, throwing her arms over his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his waist. SHe began deeply kissing him, pushing her tongue into his mouth.

Peter almost tried to resist but with her breasts mashed against him and her groin pressed against his hard cock through their clothes, his cock won out this time. He began kissing her back and he put one hand in her soft hair, while the other gripped her ass and gave it a squeeze. Their tongues wrapped around each other and Peter enjoyed the sweet flavor of her mouth on his.

After a minute, Phoebe released her lip lock and let go of Pete, letting her body slide down his. She stopped when she was knelt on the hardwood floor, her face level with Peter's waist. She placed her hand over the bulge of his cock in his jeans and caressed it. Looking up at him with a grin, she said, "It looks like you're good and ready." She stuck her tongue out and licked the bulge in the denim. Peter's cock jumped a little in his pants. "Now let me see what you have in there," she said as she undid the button on his jeans. She unzipped them and tugged down the jeans and his boxers, letting his six inch cock spring free. She moved her head up close and gripped it with her hand. Her face was an inch away from Peter's cock when she licked her lips. "Very nice, Peter," she whispered. "Do you mind if I suck your cock?"

Peter shook his head, speechless. Here he was, in a television show, about to his cock sucked by one of the hottest women in the world.

"Good," Phoebe said, "because that's what I'm going to do." She held the cock up and slowly licked her way up the sensitive underside of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and then licked her way down the side of it. When she reached the bottom she tickled his balls with the tip of her tongue and then went up the other side. "Mmmmmmmm. Very tasty," she said before taking half of the cock into her mouth. One of her hands began to play with his balls as she sucked on his cock, while her other hand went down to her shorts and began pulling them off so she could get to the itch in her pussy.

As Phoebe bobbed her head on Peter's shaft, he placed his hands on her head, running his fingers through her dark hair. He rolled his head back as he listened to the wet sucking noises she made and enjoyed the sensation of her wet mouth around his cock.

The witch continued bobbing and tilting her head, taking more of it into her mouth with each attempt. Finally she took the whole length of his cock into her throat with out gagging. She increased her pace and then slowed it, repeating this process to drive the cock close to cumming and then backing off to keep him from finishing. She listened to Peter's moans to know when he was too close to the edge, and when to slow her pace.

"God, you're an incredible cocksucker," Peter told Phoebe. She looked up at him and smiled around the cock in her mouth. She said something that sounded like 'Thank you' but it was muffled by his cock.

She had pushed her fingers into her pussy as she gave Peter his blowjob, but it just wasn't doing the job she needed done. She let his cock slip out of her mouth with a 'pop' and a string of saliva held for a moment between her lips and the cock. She moved back onto a large rug and pulled her shorts the rest of the way off. She reclined back and spread her legs, giving Peter a clear view of her pussy.

She kept it trimmed and the only hair on it was a dark strip right above her pussy. Phoebe ran her fingers over her slit and then used her fingers to spread it a little, showing the pink inside. "I need your cock in me, Peter," she said as she gave him an intense stare. "Now."

Peter didn't hesitate to strip himself quickly, yanking off his shoes and pants and then pulling his shirt over his head. He moved down between her legs and was about to kiss her pussy when she grabbed his hair.

"No. I need your cock now," she said as she pulled him up her body. "I want you to fuck me, not eat me." She continued to pull him until he was lying on top of her, his cockhead pressing against the soft lips of her pussy. She grabbed his cock and growled, "Fuck me. Now."

Peter shoved forwards and his cockhead pushed in between her pussy lips. He felt the tight velvet grip of her pussy pulling his cock into her and both of them moaned as he penetrated her.

"Oh yessssssssssss," Phoebe hissed through her teeth. "Give it all to me. Give me your cock, Peter." She grabbed Peter's ass now and pulled him towards her, driving the entire length of his cock into her juicy pussy. "Oh Gawd," she moaned loudly as her nails scratched at his back.

Peter pulled about halfway out and then thrust back in until their pubic hairs mashed together. He pulled out and entered again, slapping their thighs together. Each time he drove into her, her large breasts jumped on her chest. He planted a hand on either side of her body as he increased the speed of his thrusts. He leaned in to kiss her hard as he pistoned in and out of her. When he broke the kiss, she began panting with the thrusts.

"Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh yesss ugh ugh," She moaned, dragging her nails across his back. "Fuck my pink little pussy goooooood."

Peter watched her large breasts wobble beneath him and he leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth. He felt her hands grab his hand and hold his face tight to her chest. As his face was mashed against her breasts, he kept his pumping pace. He heard her howl in pleasure, "Yeah! That's it! Suck my big titties! I saw you staring at my tits! Fuck me and suck me, Peter!"

Peter was in heaven. He knew that Allysa Milano had gotten breast implants, but the tits in his face now were undeniably naturals. His tongue slid into the valley between her breasts and tasted the salty tang of her sweat. He began suckling her other breast when she pulled away and rolled them over so she was straddling his waist, his cock still inside of her.

"Now it's my turn on top," Phoebe moaned. She began bouncing on his cock, her breasts flopping up and down. "Ohhhhhhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It's sooo fucking goooood!" The sounds of slapping flesh and wet squishing sounds filled the attic.

Peter was holding her hips and moved his hands up to her breasts and held them. Phoebe put her hands over his and pressed them to her chest. She pressed her pussy down against his crotch and began grinding her hips, making his cock roll around inside of her. "Oh Shit!" Phoebe's body tensed up and she began tossing her head around. "I'mmmm, ah, cummmmmmmmmming!" Her body shook and her pussy trembled sending an all new sensation through Peter's cock. Her pussy contracted, squeezing his cock tightly. It was too much for him and he felt his balls tighten as his own orgasm passed through him.

"Oh God-- Here I cum," he moaned as he grabbed her. Held pulled her down to his body and hugged her tight and his cock sprayed the inside of her pussy with his cum. It was the biggest orgasm of his life and it seemed to last forever. When both their orgasms began to subside, their bodies relaxed.

Peter was about to say something to Phoebe, but instead let out a deep exhalation and then passed out on the rug.

to be continued...

Please let me know what you think of this new story. What you liked, what you didn't like and what you'd like to see in future chapters (new shows, situations, etc.)

Thanks,

M.P.



Changing Channels Ch. 02



Peter woke up on the ground for the second time that day, but this time, he was happy to see that he was somewhere he recognized. He was looking up at the ceiling of the Haliwell attic when heard a slurping sound and lifted his head to look down at his crotch. He saw Phoebe was lying naked between his legs, energetically sucking on his cock again. She looked up at Peter and smiled.

"You're up! Good," she said after she slipped his cock out of her mouth with a soft 'pop'. "I wanted you to see your present. Do you like it?" She held up Peter's cock and wrapped both of her hands around it. Peter was surprised to see that she could only cover about half of it.

"My dick... It's huge!"

Phoebe gave it a kiss and giggled. "I looked up a growth spell in the Book of Shadows... Your six-inch is a foot long now. Don't you love it?"

"I, uh... I honestly don't know what to day, Phoebe."

She kept playing with his huge cock as he talked. "I just thought that you'd be able to fuck me even better with this monster... I've been practicing blowing you while you were sleeping, but I haven't quite been able to swallow the whole thing yet. Watch me." She left one hand gripping the thick base of his cock as she lowered her lips around his shaft. The first six inches disappeared quickly, but then she slowed her progress. She continued working her way down the cock until only two inches remained. She held that position for a moment then pulled her head back off the cock and took a deep breath of air. "I almost got the whole thing in my mouth. I think that I'll get it this time..."

Before Peter could say anything, Phoebe had wrapped her lips back around his shaft. He couldn't believe the feeling of her mouth on his new cock. She made loud guilping noises as she moved further down the cock. It wasn't long before her lips were only an inch away from the base of his cock. He though that she might go the last inch when the attic door flew open.

Piper came in, saying, "Phoebe, I was just thinking how unfair it is that you get to stay at home while I-- I-- I---" She stopped in her tracks when she saw her younger sister, naked on all fours, with Peter's cock lodged deep in her throat. "PHOEBE!"

Surprised by her sister's entrance, the youngest Halliwell began to gag on the cock. She pulled the cock out of her mouth and coughed a couple times, saliva dribbling from her mouth. She sat back on her legs, apparently not caring that she was totally naked. Peter tried to move and cover himself, but Phoebe kept a strong grip on his cock. She wiped her mouth with her arm and said, "Piper! What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? I'm not the naked one with a-- Omigod-- huge cock in my mouth!" Piper couldn't tear her eyes away from Peter's new erect member. Her eyes followed it as Phoebe tilted it back and forth, like a joystick. "How-- how could you even fit that thing in your mouth?!"

"It took some practice. Here, watch me," she said as she lowered her head again and stuck out her tongue.

"Phoebe! No!" Piper was completely flustered as she watched Phoebe take the cock in her mouth again. She covered her eyes with her hand, but still peeked over the top of them. "Did you even find out what those little lights were?"

"Oh yeah." *slurp* "I did." *slurp* "It's in the book over there." *slurp*

"PHOEBE! Could you please take that cock out of your mouth for a second and tell me what they were?"

Phoebe took her mouth off of the cock but kept stroking it with one hand. She looked disappointed. "It's right there, Piper. You can look at it yourself, you know."

Piper looked irritated. "No, Phoebe. You were supposed to solving this problem. You should be fixing this and I should be the one keeping Peter and his cock company."

Peter, who had been watching the whole scene in disbelief, suddenly remembered that the light that had hit Piper had been envy. She wanted whatever her sister had and right now what her sister had was Peter's cock.

Phoebe, who was currently overcome with lust, didn't want to argue. She stood up and took Piper's hand. "We don't have to fight, Sis. I'm sure that there's enough of Peter for us to share." The two Halliwells stood over Peter and looked down at his cock. "Why don't we get you out of those clothes and we can both keep his cock company?" As she said this, Phoebe slowly moved her hands to Piper's jacket and helped her slide it off. Piper seemed slightly torn over the situation but didn't resist when her sister pulled her shirt off, exposing her lacy white bra. Next, Phoebe helped Piper out of her skirt and shoes, leaving her standing in her matching bra and panties. While she didn't have breasts as big as Phoebe, she was still at least a c-cup.

The two sisters knelt down together and Phoebe led Piper's hand to the cock. They each wrapped a hand around the thick shaft.

"It feels so warm," Piper said as she moved her hand slowly up and down the shaft, "and smooth..."

Phoebe smiled. "You should feel how hot it is to have that thing in your mouth. I was sucking it while he slept and I practically came just from having it in my mouth." She let go of the cock and moved up towards Peter's head. "You can take a swing at that end, Piper. I'm going to keep this end busy." 

Peter didn't really have a chance to respond before she swung her leg over his head and planted her swollen pussy lips over his face. He immediately began lapping at her juices, making her squirm and close her thighs on the sides of his head. He ran his hands over Phoebe's tight naked body as he ate her out and held her by the waist. The only thing that he could see was Phoebe's ass, but he knew that Piper had giving into her sexual urges when he felt a tongue licking the slit of his cockhead.

Phoebe watched her sister sample the huge cock as she rolled her pussy over Peter's tongue. "That's right, Sis," she said, encouraging Piper, "Let me see how much of that big cock you can take down your throat. Mmmmmm, you suck his big cock while he eats my pussy." She began playing with her breasts as she looked on with anticipation.

Piper carefully wrapped her lips around the shaft and slipped in several inches. She backed up her head and then went back down taking another inch. She tried to take in some more but before could she began to gag and pulled her head off. "Gawd, it's so huge! I don't think that I can take much more of it." She stroked the cock, slick with her saliva, and looked at it longingly. "I want to... but... Gawd! Leo was big, but this is almost twice the size!"

"You can do it. Here, let me help you." Phoebe leaned over Peter's body, resting her breasts on his stomach and making sure that he could still reach her wet slit with his tongue. "Now put it your mouth again. Make sure that you relax your throat this time. And breath through your nose." As Piper took the cock in her mouth, Phoebe put her hands on the sides of her sister's head to guide her. "Ooooooh," she moaned as Peter's tongue darted deep into her vaginal folds. "You keep eating my cunny like a good boy, and I'll make sure that my sister gets to deep throat you." She took the tongue's sudden increased pace as an agreement from him. She felt Piper try to lift her head, but she held it down. "Just relax now, Piper. You're almost halfway there, Sweetie." She pushed down and Piper was able to take another two inches before she began gagging again. This time, Phoebe let her lift her head off of the cock.

Piper coughed as the cock came out of her lips. "It's just too much for me. I can't fit the whole thing in my mouth..." She stroked the slimy cock and looked at Phoebe. "How on earth could you fit that thing in your pussy?"

"I-- Mmmmmmmmmm, that's good," she moaned as she wiggled her ass. "I haven't. Yet. I was getting ready to try it when you came home."

Piper looked her sister right in the eyes. "I want to see it."

"What?" Phoebe couldn't believe her ears.

"I want to see you stick that thing in your pussy. I want to see it stretch your pussy out." Piper had a look in her eyes Phoebe couldn't quite describe.

Phoebe had been planning to fuck him again anyway, so she agreed. "All right. We can trade places. Take off those panties and get over here."

Piper quickly slid off her panties and walked over to Peter's head. Phoebe slid her pussy down his body, leaving a trail of pussy juice down his chest and stomach. As soon as she was gone, her sister replaced her. Like Phoebe, Piper's pussy was well trimmed. As soon as she was close enough, he started lapping away at the new pussy. She was already very wet from sucking his cock and her juices ran onto his face. She jumped as her pussy lips were parted, but Peter held her down. He loved making a girl squirm as he ate her pussy. "Ah-ah-ah," Piper squealed, "Oooh, it's been too long." Piper was really getting into Peter's tongue and decided to get more comfortable. She reached behind her back and undid her bra clasp, letting it fell to the floor nad reveal her puffy nipples. As soon as it did, Peter's hands moved up her body and palmed her perky tits. "Mmmmmmmmm, yeaaaah... Come on, Phoebe! Let me see you take that monster in your pussy. Ah aaaaaaaaahhh yessssss!" Piper's hips tilted back and forth over the tongue in her pussy as she put her hands on Peter's chest for balance.

Phoebe positioned herself over the huge cockhead so that she was facing her sister, giving her the best view possible. She lowered herself until the golf ball sized head was pressing against the tight lips of her pussy. She dropped half an inch more and the cock slowly stretched her pink lips wide. "Oh god... Piper, it feels so good!" Her body trembled as her pussy slipped past the think head of the cock and closed a little around the shaft. "Uhhhhhhhh... sooo thick."

Piper watched eagerly as she was approaching her own orgasm. "Cuh-Come on, Phoebe," she softly moaned. "Show me how much you can take in that tight little pussy. Ooooooh ooh ooh!"

Phoebe pushed down another inch and moaned again. "Sooooo full..."

Peter wished that he could see the two naked witches, their sweaty naked bodies bouncing on his own, their ripe round breasts swinging and jiggling. His cock jerked as he imagined the scene in his head.

"Aah!" Phoebe yelped as the huge cock stuffing her pussy jerked, pulling her forwards. As she tipped forwards, she grabbed her sister's arms to keep her balance. It stopped her from falling over, but as their nipples brushed against each other, Phoebe slid further down the thick shaft. "OH FUCK FUCK FUCK, I'M CUMMMMMING!" she screamed as the cock stretched her pussy walls further than they'd ever been stretched. She wrapped her arms around Piper and buried her head against Piper's neck as she came. Her orgasm washed over her, consuming her every thought. "AAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!! IT'S TEARING ME APART! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!!"

Piper couldn't help but be turned on by the feeling on her sister's sweaty naked body pressed against her as her pussy was being lapped at. Her breasts squashed against Phoebe's and they slid around each other. She could feel Phoebe's hot breath on her neck. All these combined sensations ignited her orgasm and she came like a tidal wave. "OOOOOH! OMIGOD! OOOOOH OOOOH!" She hugged her sister tightly as she gushed all over Peter's face.

The two sisters leaned on each other heavily as they caught their breaths. Peter continued lapping at Piper, drinking her juices, as Phoebe stayed planted on his cock. His hands roamed over both of their bodies, caressing and squeezing each of them. He grabbed a nipple of each of the sisters when they suddenly lifted off of his body.

He didn't know what was going on until he saw the two sisters hovering over him. He quickly looked towards the attic door and saw a very pissed off looking Prue.

"What is going on here?!" Prue floated her sisters over to the middle of the room and walked over to Peter. "Phoebe?! Piper?! Why are you having an orgy in our attic?"

Phoebe had her hands by her sore pussy, absent mindedly fingering it's stretched walls. "There were only three of us," she said as she hung in the air, "I don't think that qualifies as an orgy. Just a menage troi..."

"Aargh! You are such a slut, Phoebe!" Prue looked to her other sister. "Her I can see doing something like this, but why you, Piper?"

Piper was still in a post orgasmic daze. "It's jusssst soooooo biig," she mumbled as she stared down at Peter.

Peter sat up and tried to explain the problem. "It isn't their fault, Prue. It's those lights! Their making them act in way they never would!"

Prue finally looked down at Peter and saw his foot long cock standing proudly in the air. "Oh! I didn't... I mean, I've never..." Prue was at a loss for words as she looked back to her sister. She shook her head and then grinned as a idea came to her. "I think, that as the most mature of the three Halliwell sisters, I should be the one taking care of Peter."

"Oh no!" Piper and Phoebe protested. "We saw him first!"

"You've got greed, Phoebe. That's why you want me to yourself," Peter tried to continue.

Prue wasn't paying attention to Peter now as she walked over to her sisters. "Don't worry. I wouldn't forget about my two precious sisters." She grinned as she looked over to a table in the attic. Suddenly the two thick candlesticks rose off the table and headed towards her. They curved around Prue and one went to Piper and one to Phoebe. Both of the girls yelped as the candles slid into each of their wet pussies. Prue finally turned around and walked back to Peter. As she crossed the room, she dropped her skirt to the floor and pulled off her blouse. "Now, Peter, I want you to do to me what you did to my sisters." She undid her bra and tossed it away. Her breasts were about the same size as Pipers but with a slight hint of sag to them. When she dropped her black panties to the floor, Peter could see that she was completely shaved. She ran her fingers over her snatch and parted the pussy lips. "Do you like my shaved pussy, Peter?"

"Yes, I do," Peter said, "but I--" He was silenced by Prue as she put her hand over his mouth.

"I don't want any buts, Peter," Prue said as she crouched down over him. "All I want is your cock." She lowered herself onto the cock slowly and moaned loudly as the head stretched her pussy out. "Oh Daaaaaaaaaamn, that's huuuuuge!" She pushed down onto the cock and grabbed Peter's hands and placed them on her hips. "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned as she licked her lips, "it's soooo much thicker than Andy..."

Peter looked down to see that she had only taken the first three inches into her pussy. She trembled from a small orgasm and he could see the juices dripping down his cock. He decided that he needed to take care of Prue fast so they could get back to removing their curse. He surprised Prue by rolling over, taking her with him. He stopped as he held himself above her in the missionary position, his cockhead still lodged in her pussy.

"Ooooh," Prue said as she grinned up at him, "Somebody wants to play rough..." Her legs went up and locked around Peter's back.

"You want it rough, Prue?" After he said this, he pushed another inch into her tight pussy, making her squeal.

"Yes," she said softly.

Peter pulled his cock back until just the head of his cock was still in her pussy. "How do you want me to fuck you, Prue?"

"Hard," she said, a little louder this time. Her hips lifted off the floor, trying to take more of his cock into her.

"All right, Prue. If you want it hard..." Peter pushed his shaft in an inch, pulled back again and then plunged forwards, burying eight inches in her tight twat.

"GOD DAMN!" Prue screamed in pleasure and pain as her pussy was spread wide by the monster cock. "Aah! Aah! Aah!" She was breathing heavily, like a woman giving birth.

Peter pulled back again and then pushed in again, even further than before. "OH FUCKING FUCK!" He listened to Prue howl in his ear as she gripped his arms. With each thrust, Prue's breasts flopped back and forth. He repeated drilling her pussy, deeper and deeper, until he felt their crotches mash together.

Prue's eyes were shut tight and whatever she was saying was too high pitched for Peter to hear. She reached down and gripped his ass, holding him deep inside of her.

He pushed forwards again and then backed out, pounding his entire length in and out of Prue's stretched wet hole. He kept pumping her pussy until he felt her body tense up beneath him. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came, harder than ever before. "IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--" 

She creamed in orgasmic pleasure, let out a short cry and then closed her eyes, passed out from her colossal orgasm. As soon as she passed out, her two sisters were released from her spell and they fell to the floor.

Peter pulled his cock out of her pussy, leaving the stretched hole empty but still wide open. He was close to cumming, so he began jacking his cock, his hand a blur up and down his shaft. "Ugh Ugh Ugh! Here it cums, Prue," he warned the sleeping girl beneath him. He came and his cock exploded firing a long string of cum over Prue's body. The first load splashed on her forehead and hair. The next shot hit her mouth and chin. He fired off several more shots of thick cum, each falling a little lower on Prue's naked body, until her head and torso were glazed with his cum. When he had finished, he wiped the cockhead off on her thigh.

He stood up and turned around to see Piper and Phoebe, sitting on the floor, staring at their sexually ravaged sister.

"Oh wow," Phoebe said in amazement. "That was the biggest load of cum I've ever seen..."

"Can you fuck me now, Peter," Prue asked as she crawled towards him. "Everyone else got to fuck your cock. It's my turn now..."

"No," Peter said firmly. "No one else is getting fucked until you two lift the curse that warlock put on you. The book is right there, just recite the reversal spell and then we'll see if you still want to fuck again."

Both the girls looked disappointed, but they both stood up. As they did, the candlesticks in their pussies slid out and thumped on the floor. They slowly walked over to the Book of Shadows and Peter noticed that Phoebe was walking a little bow legged. Phoebe pointed the spell out to Prue and they started reciting the spell.

"Harmful urges, go away-- Let us think in our own way, Turn the darkness into day.

Harmful urges, go away-- Let us think in our own way, Turn the darkness into day.

Harmful urges, go away-- Let us think in our own way, Turn the darkness into day."

As soon as they spoke the third repetition, all three sister glowed brightly, but this time they were all glowing white. A small colored light rose from each sister's chest, one red and two green. The lights quickly swirled around each other and then flew out the window. 

Phoebe and Piper blinked their eyes and then looked at each other.

"Omigod!" Piper saw that they were both naked and she tried to cover herself, one arm across her chest and her other hand cupping her pussy. "Did we... I can remember me and you, Phoebe, and you..." She looked at Peter and his now dangling cock. "Omigod!" She ran out of the attic in embarrassment.

Phoebe walked over to Peter and put her hand on his shoulder. "You'd better put some clothes on, Studly. That was fun while it lasted, but I'm guessing Prue isn't going to be too happy when she wakes up." She looked down at her dozing cum covered sister and let out a giggle before she left the room.

Peter looked down at Prue, naked on the floor. "If only I had a camera..." He pulled on his clothes and then walked down to the living room to wait for the Halliwell sisters to come down. Phoebe came down first with a white tank top and some grey sweatpants on.

"Piper's waking up Prue right now," she said. "Do you want something to drink? You know, to replace some of those fluids you lost?"




Changing Channels Ch. 02



"Yeah, thanks. Whatever you have is fine." He watched Phoebe enter the kitchen and then turned to the television. He flipped it on and began to change channels. "I wonder what's on in this show's time slot when you're actually in the show," he wondered to himself.

Phoebe came back into the room with two glasses and handed him one. Just then they head Prue's voice from the attic. 

"What the hell-- What's this stuff, Piper? OH GROSS!!"

"Sounds like Prue's awake," Phoebe said with a smile. She sat down on the sofa next to Peter. "So I guess that now that we solved that mystery, we can look into helping you now. You still think that we're just characters on a show you watch?"

"No, I'm pretty certain that you're all real. I mean, this must not be a T.V. show because I've never seen an episode like this..."

Phoebe laughed. "Yeah, that was definitely one of the better curses I've had put on me. But I'm glad I didn't get sloth," She added. "Or gluttony. I don't think my figure could've taken that."

Peter continued to flip through the channels as he talked to Phoebe. "But it's weird. I remember seeing all these shows with you and your sisters and I know so much about you... I just don't know what the hell happened to me. I mean, it's just like if you ran into these people," he said as he pointed to the television screen, "not the actors, but the actual characters were real people! If you were in their world..." 

As he said this, Peter touched the screen. A bright light suddenly flashed into the room and when Phoebe opened her eyes, Peter was gone.

"Peter? Peter?" Phoebe looked behind the couch and then out in the hallway, still seeing no sign of their visitor. "Piper! Prue! I think that you'd better come down here!"

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Meanwhile, back at Globo Vision Cable, Roger knocked on Veronica's office door.

"Yes," she called out in an irritated tone. "What is it?"

"We've been getting some calls," Roger said nervously.

"Yes, Roger. That's why you're here. To answer the phone calls. Why are you bothering me with this?"

"We've gotten quite a few people calling in saying that we've been airing some sort of porno on the WB instead of showing Charmed. They said it was like some XXX parody of the show..."

"Well, we can't control what the network airs. You know that." Veronica flipped on her television to the WB and saw the credits for Charmed rolling. "It looks fine to me. Tell the callers that they must have gotten some crossed wire or something. There's nothing we can do about it."

Randy left her office and Veronica flipped through the channels before she turned her television off.

But if she had gone a couple channels further, she might have seen a very familiar face. A face that didn't quite belong on the television...

to be continued....

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M.P. 



Changing Channels Ch. 03



Last Time... 

Peter continued to flip through the channels as he talked to Phoebe. "But it's weird. I remember seeing all these shows with you and your sisters and I know so much about you... I just don't know what the hell happened to me. I mean, it's just like if you ran into these people," he said as he pointed to the television screen, "not the actors, but the actual characters were real people! If you were in their world..." 

As he said this, Peter touched the screen. A bright light suddenly flashed into the room and when Phoebe opened her eyes, Peter was gone.

* * * * *

Once again, Peter felt the extremely odd sensation of standing still and moving at an extreme speed at the exact same time. The moment that the sensation stopped, a bright light flared in front of him.

It took a moment for Peter's eyes to adjust to the bright light. When he could make out his surroundings, he found himself on the sidewalk of a residential street on a warm summer day. "Okay! Now what the hell was that?! Phoebe? Hello...? Anybody?" When he saw that there was no one around to answer him, he tried to figure out what had happened. "Touching the television screen must have transported me... but to where?" He looked down at his hand and saw that he was still holding the drink that Phoebe had given him before he disappeared. "Hmmm, didn't spill a drop..." He took a swig of the drink as he took in his surroundings. "Well, at least I know that my visit to the charmed ones wasn't a dream. Now I just have to figure out where I am..."

Looking up and down the street, it looked quite ordinary, but there was something odd. Whatever it was, it was on the tip of his tongue, just out of reach. He started walking down the sidewalk, hoping that he would see something or someone familiar. He kept glancing back and forth across the road as he walked, trying to get some sort of clue as to where or what show he had been transported to.

Peter was looking across the street when the car backed out of it's driveway behind him and ran into him. He hit the ground with a thud as he felt a sharp pain in his ankle. The drink fell from his hand and the glass shattered as it hit the sidewalk. "Sonuvabitch," he hissed through his clenched teeth. He reached down to his ankle as he lay on the ground when the car door opened. Watching the driver's feet, Peter saw them get out and walk around to the back of the car. "Oh my god," the man's voice said, "I'm so sorry, buddy." As soon as the man came around to the back of the car, Peter knew where he was and he knew why the block looked a little off to him.

All the cars on the block had been shiny new cars but they were also all seventies models of cars. He was on 'That 70's Show'.

"Hey, are you ok, guy?"

Peter looked up at the polyester clad man. It was Bob Pinciotti, Donna's dad and the Forman's neighbor. Peter straightened out his leg and felt a sharp pain. "I don't think I broke anything but I wrenched my ankle pretty good."

"Aw geez," Bob said in worried voice. "Do you want me to give you a ride to your house? I mean, you just need to get some ice on that ankle and should be okay, right?" He held out his hand and helped Peter to his feet, while Peter made sure to keep from putting any pressure on his injured ankle.

"Actually, I'm not from around here," Peter explained as he leaned back against the car. "I'm... just kind of passing through. So, you can't give me a ride home... maybe you could take me to the hospital, though?"

"Yeah, well, you see, I was kinda hoping you wouldn't go to the hospital. I've kind of been having a problem with my insurance company lately, so I'd really appreciate it if we didn't have to go to the hospital. If my insurance agent hears I had another accident, my rates are gonna go through the roof."

"Well, where would you like me to go then," Peter asked. "I can't exactly keep walking with a sprained ankle. I'm going to need to rest it."

Bob looked like he was thinking hard for a moment and then spoke. "Hey, I know! You can stay here for a day or two, until your ankle's feeling better. My daughter moved in with her boyfriend a couple months ago, so I got an extra room. You can stay in there. How's that sound, guy? What's your name?"

"I'm Peter, and that sounds like a plan. If I can stay here for a couple days, I suppose that I can skip the hospital visit."

A wide smile appeared on Bob's face and he took Peter's hand. "That's great," he said as he shook Peter's hand enthusiastically. "I'm Bob. Bob Pinciotti. Let's get you inside and put some ice on that ankle."

Bob helped Peter inside the house and took him upstairs to the spare bedroom. Peter laid down on the bed as Bob went to get a bag of ice. When he returned, he gave Peter the ice and asked, "Is there anything I can get you? Something to drink? Something to eat?"

At the offer of food, Peter suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten anything (besides Phoebe and Piper, he thought with a grin) since the lightning bolt had hit him. "Something to eat sounds great, Bob. I'm kind of hungry, you know, from all the walking..."

"Sure, anything you want," Bob said. "What's it gonna be?"

"Oh any thing is fine with me. You wouldn't happen to have any pizza, would you?"

"Well, I don't have any here, but I can run out and get some," Bob said. "What do you like on it?"

"Pepperoni and extra cheese."

"Okay. You just lay back and relax here. I'll be back in half an hour with your pizza." Bob walked towards the door and then turned around. "Anything else you need there, Peter? I wanna make sure your comfortable now."

"I'm fine, Bob. Just perfect."

"Okay. Good. I'll be back in a bit." Bob left the room and shut the door behind him.

Peter listened to him leave the house and then heard the car leave the driveway. He moved his leg a little and winced at the pain in his ankle. He'd felt worse before but it was still sore. It was a good excuse to get a good night's sleep and a belly full of food any ways. As long as he was stuck here, he was going to milk the situation for all it was worth. He laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes, ready for a nap. Not long after he closed his eyes, however, he began remembering his time with the Charmed sisters only a couple hours ago.

Thinking of the three sexy witches and everything he had done with them was turning him on and soon he felt an erection straining at his pants. He decided that he had some time before Bob would be returning, so he could take care of that erection. He unzipped his pants and let his cock spring out.

'Still huge,' he thought to himself as he looked at his cock. Whatever spell Phoebe had cast on him, the effect seemed to be sticking, even on a different show. He closed his eyes and began picturing the Halliwell sisters, Phoebe sucking his cock, eating Piper's pussy, fucking the hell out of Prue... He started pounding his cock, wishing that he could have stuck around for a second round with the sisters. He was so into his masturbation that he didn't even hear when the bedroom door opened. He did hear the gasp though and opened his eyes to see Donna Pinciotti standing in the doorway, holding a duffle bag, her mouth agape.

The tall redhead was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a dark green button up shirt that was tight enough to hug the curves of her large breasts. Peter felt his cock jump a little at the sight of the hot redhead.

He didn't know what to say and apparently, neither did Donna. She was staring at Peter's foot long erection in disbelief. "I... um..." she began to say softly. Finally, she regained her senses. She turned her head to look away and began yelling. "Ugh! Who are you?! and What are you doing on my bed?!"

"I was, I mean, your Dad said I could--"

Donna didn't wait to hear his explanation. "Whatever my dad said, I'm pretty sure he didn't tell you that you could jack off on my bed!" She looked like she was about to hit Peter when they both heard a voice from downstairs.

"Hey! What the heck's going on up there," Bob shouted from downstairs.

Donna turned to the sound of her dad's voice and Peter to took the opportunity to quickly tuck his cock back into his pants, though not without some difficulty. A moment later, Bob came into the room.

"Donna," Bob exclaimed as he saw his daughter. "What're you doing home? Did Eric kick you out?"

"No, Dad," Donna said. "We're just having a little fight. I was going to stay here for a couple days. At least, until I found this guy in my bedroom."

"Yeah, Donna, you see, I was gonna let him stay here until his ankle was better. He had a little accident in the front yard."

"But, Dad," Donna said, "When I came in here, he was..." Donna was suddenly at a loss for words as she tried to explain what she had seen to her dad. "He was... you know..."

Bob took he daughter by the arm and turned her away from Peter. He whispered to her but Peter could still make out what he was saying. "Honey, I don't know what he was doing and I don't really care. Daddy needs to make sure that we keep this guy happy so Daddy's insurance company won't cancel his policy with them. Okay, Honey?"

Donna looked at Peter and then back to her father's pleading face. "All right," she said, not wanting to cause any trouble for her father, "but where am I going to sleep tonight? I can't stay here with him."

"Well, there's the couch downstairs," Bob suggested.

"That's okay," Peter interrupted. "I can sleep on the couch. I wouldn't want to kick Donna out of her own room."

"Are you sure," Bob said. "It can be kind of lumpy to sleep on..."

"No problem," Peter said. "If one of you could help me downstairs to the couch, then maybe we could have some of that pizza?"

"Yeah," Bob said after thinking about it for a moment, "That'll work. Let me give you a hand, and we'll get you downstairs. Donna, there's pizza downstairs if you want some dinner." Bob lifted up Peter by his arm and helped him hobble out of the room.

"Okay, I'll be down in a minute," Donna said to her father as he went to the hallway. "Right after I burn these sheets," she said quietly after he had left the room.

* * * * *

Peter and the Pinciottis all sat downstairs in the living room and ate the pizzas. Peter couldn't help but notice the annoyed glances that Donna kept throwing him. When they had finished, Donna went up to her room for the evening while, Peter and Bob watched some t.v.. Bob sat in the living room until the ten o'clock news was over.

He stood up and stretched. "Well," Bob said as he tried to stifle a yawn, "I'm gonna head up to bed. Do you need anything before I go upstairs? There's a blanket under the couch if you get cold, but I doubt it with this warm weather."

"No, I'm fine. If you just want to turn off the lights and t.v., I probably go right to sleep too."

"All right, I'll see you in the morning then." Bob flipped off the light and headed upstairs, leaving Peter on the couch in the dark.

Peter laid there for a while trying to sleep but he was just too warm to get comfortable. He decided to take his shirt off to get cooler but found he was still warm. He stripped down to his boxers and laid down, finally feeling good enough to relax. He noticed that his ankle was not quite as tender as it had been earlier. At that rate, it should be feeling all right by morning. He laid his head back and quickly fell to sleep, dreaming of the busty redhead upstairs.

He was woken up later by the sound of someone moving around upstairs. He didn't know what time it was, but it was still very dark outside. He rolled onto his back to get a better view of the upstairs hallway just in time to see the hall light come on. Peter feigned sleeping, keeping his eyes almost shut, but still open enough to see Donna coming down the stairs.

The leggy redhead came down the stairs slowly into the dark living room wearing just a size-too-small t-shirt and a pair of rainbow stripped panties. The material encasing her large young breasts looked like it was stretched as far as it could go without splitting a seam. The light from the hall spilt down onto the couch, casting a beam on the nearly nude Peter.

He saw that Donna stopped for a moment, lingering to look at his exposed body and the bulge in his boxers, before she continued on her way to the kitchen for a late night snack. As he heard her moving around in the kitchen, Peter decided to see how much interest Donna really had in him. He began stroking his cock to hardness until the head of his cock pushed out past the waistband of his boxers. Then Peter adjusted himself on the couch so that the light was on his crotch and his half exposed cock. He mostly closed his eyes again before Donna came back in the room and began breathing softly.

Donna walked past the couch and stopped again, this time letting out a gasp as she saw the monster cock again. She was like a deer in headlights, her eyes transfixed on the foot long shaft. She glanced upstairs to make sure that her father's bedroom door was closed, then to Peter's face to see that he was asleep and then back to the cock.

Donna slowly dropped to her knees to get a better view of Peter's cock. As she leaned in closely, Peter could see that her large nipples were pushing out against her t-shirt in arousal. Her face was only six inches away from his cock when Peter decided to have little fun with her. He flexed the muscle in his cock, making it jump an inch towards Donna's full lips. She jerked her head back and quickly looked up to Peter's face, sure that he was awake. When she saw his eyes were still closed she relaxed a little and moved back towards the cock. She moved her hand towards the cock and made an 'O' with her fingers, trying to guess at how wide it was. She put her hand next to the cock and saw that it was too wide for her fingers to wrap around. "Holy shit," she whispered to herself.

"You can touch it if you want."

Donna jumped as she heard Peter speak. She looked up to see that he was now awake and smiling down at her. "Oh! I was just, uh..."

"I can see what you were doing, Donna," Peter said. "You were looking at my cock. Have you ever seen one that big?"

"No," Donna said, ashamed of being caught. "I never thought they got that big... huge..." As she said this her eyes wandered back to the cock sticking out of Peter's boxers. As she stared at it, Peter hooked his fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, showing her the rest of his erection. "Damn," Donna said as she took it all in.

"You can touch it," Peter repeated, "if you're wondering what it feels like."

"I..." Donna looked back and forth between Peter and his cock and then slowly reached out her fingers. She pushed on the soft skin of the cock. "So hard," she whispered, "and so hot..."

"Why don't you hold it, Donna," Peter suggested.

Her fingers moved around the cock and she gave it a squeeze, trying to close the gap between her fingers. Her other hand did the same and picked the huge cock up. "It's so thick..." She pulled the cock back and forth examining every inch of it.

"Mmmmmmm," Peter moaned softly. "Your soft hands feel so good on my cock, Donna. Could you stroke it?"

Donna complied and began slowly sliding her hands over Peter's cock. She felt like she was holding a baseball bat as the cock swayed back and forth as she stroked it. It was as though she were being hypnotized by the movement of the cock.

Peter leaned his head back on the couch as he enjoyed Donna's handjob. Her hands were slowly jerking him and he could feel her hot breath on his cock. He looked down to see her stroking him, her beautiful face only inches away from the his erection. "Kiss it, Donna."

She looked up at him. "I can't. I mean, I don't think I should. I'm with Eric." As she said this her hands continued to grip his cock tightly as she stroked it. "We're engaged..."

Peter put his hand on Donna's shoulder. "Look at what you've done to me, Donna," he said as he nodded towards his cock. "You did that. You and your hot body made my cock so hard it hurts. You can't just leave me like this..."

"But... Eric..." she weakly protested.

"Didn't your father say that you were supposed to keep me happy, Donna? You were doing a good job, but if you leave me now... I don't know what I'd do."

Donna was torn. She wanted to be loyal to Eric, but she wanted to make Peter happy too. She looked back to the cock again and then down to the large ball sack hanging beneath them. 'I wonder how much this thing would cum' she thought to herself. She made up her mind. "I'll jack you off," Donna said, "that way you can get off and I won't have to cheat on Eric."

"All right," Peter agreed, "But you're going to have to go faster if you're going to get me to cum."

Donna nodded her head and began jerking the huge cock harder and faster, making her ripe tits bounce under her t-shirt. She stopped stroking for a moment and spit on the cock to give it some lubrication. Her hands worked the slick shaft and she became very focused on getting the huge cock off. She paused for a moment when she felt Peter's hand begin to grope her large breasts through her t-shirt but started jerking again when he explained.

"I'm just trying to cum faster," Peter said, but in reality that was the last thing he wanted. He was purposefully trying to stall off cumming as long as possible, but he couldn't resist copping a feel of her tits.

Donna had already been jacking his cock for ten minutes and her arms were starting to get tired. If her breasts were going to help Peter get off faster, then she was going to use them. Donna let go off the cock for a moment and peeled off her shirt, exposing her perfect round breasts to Peter. "You like these," Donna asked as she pressed her breasts against Peter's cock. She nested the cock in her cleavage and began jacking the length of cock still sticking out again.

"I love them," Peter said. "They're fucking gorgeous." He reached down and pushed her breasts together, so they were hugging his cock.

Donna smiled widely at his compliment and spit on his cock again to make it wetter. The spit moved onto her breasts making her cleavage wet and slippery. She began sliding her breasts up and down his pole, titfucking him as she jacked him. He was moaning more loudly now and she hoped he was close to cumming. She wanted to see him shot his load and her arms were getting pretty sore from jacking him off. "Are you going to cum soon," she asked him.

"Uh... Not yet."

"I was wondering because my arms are getting sort of tired," she explained as she continued to titfuck him.

"Then suck me off," Peter said.

"I can't," Donna protested.

"You're already ready touching my cock with your hands and tits," Peter said. "How is it any different if you're touching it with your mouth?"

Donna thought about it as she kept stroking him. "Well, when you put it that way, I suppose that it's not any worse than what I'm doing now. You're sure it'll get you to cum sooner?"

"Definitely," Peter said with a sly grin. He watched as Donna let go of the cock and wrapped her full lips around it's head, while she kept the cock nested in her cleavage. 

She leaned forwards taking more of the cock in her mouth, beginning to moan softly around the cock as she did so. She bobbed her head and swirled her tongue around the rod, tasting the salty flavor of his precum. Her drool slid down the cock as she sucked on it and her tits slid even faster around it.

Peter could tell that Donna was really getting into it, her red hair becoming a blur as she bobbed her head. His hand slid down the soft smooth skin of her back and over he round ass. He slipped his fingers into the side of her panties and found her wet pussy lips. He slid a finger into her pussy and Donna jumped in suprise. She didn't stop blowing him however, so Peter slipped another finger in and began finger fucking her as she sucked him off. Soon she was moaning louder around his cock and her hips were pushing down on his fingers. He moved his other hand to her thigh and pulled up on it, guiding her up onto the couch.




Changing Channels Ch. 03



Donna was so absorbed in sucking the monster cock and her pussy was screaming for more attention, so she followed Peter's lead, and got up on to the couch while she kept the cock in her mouth. She planted a leg on either side of his head and was immediately rewarded with Peter's tongue diving into her dripping pussy. 

Peter had pulled aside Donna's damp panties and was greeted by her fiery red bush. He went to town lapping at her pussy and was pleased to hear her squeal a loud 'MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHH' as she tried to deep throat his cock. He gripped her ass to hold her steady as he ate her out and felt her rock hard nipples drag across his stomach.

At the other end of the couch, Donna had become completely obsessed with making the cock in her mouth shoot its load. She began kneading his balls as she forced more of the cock into her mouth. The large head of the cock was pushing into her throat causing her to gag a little. She came up for air and leaned back on Peter's wildly swinging tongue. "Mmmmmmmmm yeah," she moaned as the tongue probed deeper into her, "That's it. Keep eating my pussy. I love it!" She kept jacking the cock wildly as she caught her breath, then she dove back down taking as much of the cock into her mouth as she could. "MMMMMM MMMMMM MMMMMM MMMMMM," she moaned as she bobbed her head, slobbering all over the huge cock. Having the huge cock in her hands and mouth was turning Donna on like she'd never been before and when that combined with the tongue darting in and out of her pussy, she soon felt the tingle of an orgasm building in her pussy. She started to shake as the orgasm passed through her and she gripped Peter for support. The cock deep in her mouth muffled her cries of pleasure as she trembled. As her orgasm passed, she collapsed on top of Peter and pulled the cock from her mouth. "Oh my God," she gasped as she nuzzled her cheek against the hot cock next to her. "I've never cum like that... It was incredible!"

Peter slowly ran his hands over the sexy redhead's warm sweaty body. "Imagine how it would feel if it was my cock in your pussy instead of just my tongue, Donna."

She stopped nuzzling the cock and looked at it. With her chin resting on Peter's thigh, the cock was as tall as her head. She thought about how it would feel to have that monster drilling into her and she gave in. She pulled herself up and off of Peter and crawled to the far end of the couch. She rested her elbows on the arm of the couch and put her ass in the air, offering it to Peter. She looked back at him with smoldering eyes and said, "Do it, Peter. Fuck my pussy like it's never been fucked before." She gave her ass a little wiggle and Peter was instantly on his knees behind her, his cock poised at the wet entrance of her hole.

Peter placed one hand around Donna's waist and used the shake his cock, slapping the cockhead against her swollen pussy lips.

"Uuuunnnnnnngh," Donna whined as she pushed her ass back at him, "Don't tease me. Just give me that huge cock..."

"All right," Peter said with a smile and then pushed forward, spreading her pussy lips wide as he cock head entered her. "Here it cums."

Donna gripped the arm of the sofa tightly as she felt her pussy walls stretched tight. "Oh yeah," she said through clenched teeth, "Push it in there, Peter!"

Peter pushed in further and stopped with his cock halfway in her pussy, with six inches still outside the lips. "Is this as much as Eric has, Donna?"

"No," she whimpered. "He's smaller." She pushed back on his cock and took another inch in her pussy. "Please, just fuck me..."

Peter pulled out a little and then plunged it back in going a little deeper than before. Out and in he went again, gaining depth with each stroke. As he pumped her pussy with his cock, he reached underneath her and grabbed her swinging breasts.

"OH GOD," Donna howled as he picked up speed. "I LOVE YOUR COCK!" She pushed back harder with each thrust of his cock taking him deeper and deeper, determined to take the whole thing. "MMMMMMMMM YESSSSSSSS! DEEPER, DAMMIT! FUCK ME DEEPER!" She reached back with one hand and felt the remaining inch of cock still outside of her pussy. "GIVE IT ALL TO ME!" Peter rammed the last inch in and his balls slapped against Donna's clit. "HOLY SHIT!" Donna screamed like a banshee as the final inch filled her triggering another orgasm.

Peter held on to Donna's waist, still fucking her pussy as she came hard, trembling all over. She continued to moan loudly, her head hanging over the edge of the couch arm, as he fucked her. His continued pussy pounding gave her another orgasm, coming right after the second one. 

"AH AH AH AH AH AH!" Donna wasn't even speaking words anymore, her mind consumed with the feelings erupting from her pussy. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!"

Peter couldn't take it anymore. His orgasm that he had been holding back for so long suddenly arrived and her began cumming deep inside of Donna's pussy. "FUCK," He yelled as he shot load after load inside of her. She was still shaking as his orgasm finished and he collapsed onto of her, his cock still buried in her pussy. "Oh god," he mumbled as he laid on top of her, their sweaty bodies sliding across each other. "That was un-fucking-believable..."

Donna finally had caught her breath and spoke. "That... was... amazing... I never--"

Her thought was interrupted as Bob came stomping down the stairs. Peter and Donna's loud fuck session had woken him and he looked like he was going to kill someone.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" Bob screamed as he came to the bottom of the stairs.

Peter jumped off of Donna, his cock pulling out of her pussy with a loud 'SPLORTCH' and dashed away from Bob. Donna sat up and tried to stop he father. "Dad! Wait!"

"I'M NOT GONNA WAIT," Bob roared. "I LET YOU STAY IN MY HOUSE AND YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MY LITTLE GIRL?! I'M GONNA MAKE SURE THAT YOU NEED A HOSPITAL AFTER I'M DONE WITH YOU!"

Peter tried to make a dash for the kitchen door but Bob got in his way. Bob charged again and Peter jumped away and ran up the stairs. Bob chased after his and Donna ran naked after him, her tits bouncing and Peter's cum running out of her stretched pussy.

Peter ran to the end of the hall and slammed the door behind him and locked it. He turned around to see that he was in Bob's bedroom.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM AND FACE ME LIKE A MAN!"

Peter noticed a small black and white t.v. on the dresser and ran over to it. He turned it on and was about to touch the screen when he remembered that he was still completely naked. He went to Bob's closet, grabbed a suit off of a hanger. He started to take it off the hanger when Bob threw himself against the bedroom door. The door cracked loudly and Peter knew that it probably wouldn't hold for much longer. He went back to the t.v. and spotted Bob's wallet sitting on the dresser. He stuck it in the suit pocket and said to himself, "That ought to make us even for you running me over, Bob." The door cracked loudly again, and Peter knew the next time would break through. "I sure hope that this works," he said as he reached out to the t.v. screen. As his fingers made contact, a bright light flashed in the room.

A moment later, the bedroom door came crashing down. A red-faced Bob ran into the room followed by naked Donna.

"ALL RIGHT, YOU SON OF A BITCH--" Bob glanced wildly around the room and saw that there was no one there. "Where'd he go?"

to be continued... 

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Changing Channels Ch. 04



Previously on Changing Channels...

Peter noticed a small black and white t.v. on the dresser and ran over to it. He turned it on and was about to touch the screen when he remembered that he was still completely naked. He went to Bob's closet, grabbed a suit off of a hanger. He started to take it off the hanger when Bob threw himself against the bedroom door. The door cracked loudly and Peter knew that it probably wouldn't hold for much longer. He went back to the t.v. and spotted Bob's wallet sitting on the dresser. He stuck it in the suit pocket and said to himself, "That ought to make us even for you running me over, Bob." The door cracked loudly again, and Peter knew the next time would break through. "I sure hope that this works," he said as he reached out to the t.v. screen. As his fingers made contact, a bright light flashed in the room.

A moment later, the bedroom door came crashing down. A red-faced Bob ran into the room followed by naked Donna.

"ALL RIGHT, YOU SON OF A BITCH--" Bob glanced wildly around the room and saw that there was no one there. "Where'd he go?"

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Peter opened his eyes to see that he was standing in a well lit and neatly kept kitchen that was familiar looking to him. He looked down to see that he was still naked but he also was still holding the suit he had "borrowed" from Bob's closet. He grabbed the pair of pants and was about to put them on when he got the feeling that someone was watching him.

Slowly, he turned around and saw four senior ladies sitting around the small kitchen table, all with their mouths hanging open and staring at him with wide eyes. As soon as he had turned to face them, all four pairs of eyes dropped to the banana sized cock dangling between his legs.

'Damn,' Peter thought to himself. 'I've jumped right into the middle of a Golden Girls episode! And naked!'

"Oh my," Rose said. "I think that I'm getting a hot flash!"

Dorothy stood up from the table and shouted. "What the hell are you doing in our kitchen? And how did you get in here?!"

Peter didn't wait another second before he dashed past the women without another word, his suit gripped in his hand. He flew out of the kitchen and into the living room towards the television. He quickly pressed the on button and saw the screen light up.

Just before he touched the screen, he saw a determined looking Blanche running after him. "No! Wait," she protested, "We won't call the police! We can work out some kind of a deal, I'm sure!"

Peter saw her lusty eyes dart back down to his cock and a shudder ran down his spine. He placed his palm against the screen and let the bright light take him away.

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It took a few seconds for Peter's eyes to adjust to the darkness of where ever he had jumped to. He began to make out some of the details around him as his vision cleared and soon he realized that he had appeared in a dark alleyway. There was a little light coming into the alley from the street, but thankfully no one had seen him arrive in the alleyway.

"Thank God," Peter said as he made sure the coast was clear and began to pull on the pants from the suit. "It's about time that I had a decent landing." He made a mental note never to jump channels naked again. At least, never jump naked unless an angry father is chasing you down after you fucked his horny redheaded daughter on his couch... He pulled on the suit jacket and looked at himself in the darkness. The suit was beige polyester with wide lapels and bell bottoms on the pants. 'Ugh!' he thought to himself. 'I definitely need to find some new clothes...' He remembered that he had Bob's wallet in the suit pocket and pulled it out to see what was in it. He found three hundred dollars and a couple credit cards, each of which had expired about a decade before he was born. Deciding that the cards probably wouldn't work even if he was in the right year for them, he tossed the cards in a dumpster and stuck the wallet full of cash back into his pocket. He walked towards the entrance of the alleyway and wondered where he had ended up this time. 'Hopefully not an episode of 'Murder, She Wrote',' he thought. 'I've had my fill of elderly women for the day." He stepped into the light from the streetlight and peered around the corner of the alley just in time to see a fist come rushing towards his face. He saw stars burst in front of his eyes as it collided with his face.

"Surprise, Fang Face. It's time for you to take a nap," his attacker said as he reeled backwards.

He recognized the voice and opened his eyes to see a dark haired teenage girl in a black jean jacket, white tanktop and skin-tight jeans coming at him with a stake. It was Faith from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and it looked like she was determined to slay him. The last thought in his mind was 'Welcome to Sunnydale,' before he blacked out and fell to the sidewalk.

The next thing Peter knew, Faith was shaking him, trying to wake him back.

"C'mon," Faith said as she gently shook him. "Wake up!"

"Ughn... I'm up..." Peter said groggily. He squinted his eyes and could feel his nose send a sharp pain though his face. He raised his hand to his nose and winced as he touched it.

"Sorry about that," Faith said as she helped him to his feet. "I thought that you somebody else there for a second."

"You thought I was a vampire?!"

"Well, yeah," Faith said. "Normally when I see a guy in clothes three decades out of style lurking in a dark alley, its always a vamp," she said with a grin and then a thought hit her. "Wait a sec... How'd you know I was looking for vamps?"

"I... I'm..." Peter hesitated as he tried to think of an answer to the slayer's question then it came to him. "I'm Xander's cousin, Peter. I'm in town visiting his family." Peter stole a peek down the slayer's top and decided to use her jealousy of Buffy to his advantage. "Xander sent me some pictures a few months ago of you and that other slayer, um... what's her name. You are Faith, right?"

"Yeah," Faith says with a grin, "I am. I thought that we were supposed to be keeping the whole slayer thing a big shush, but if Xander's already told you, I guess that makes you part of the inner circle. So, are you supposed to be meeting Xander around here or something?"

"No," he said. "Actually, I just got into town and I think I'm a little lost. Is the Bronze anywhere around here?"

"Just a few blocks that way," Faith said and nodded her head in the direction of the club. "I can take you there if you want. It's been kind of dead tonight. You know, as opposed to being undead. So, you wanna–" Faith broke off her sentence and quickly turned around and took a fighting stance."

"What is it," Peter asked, but Faith ignored him.

"Alright, you can come out. I already heard you so you might as well step up and take your beating like a demon," she called into the alley that they had just stepped out of.

"Ssssssslayer," said a voice from the shadows, "You just signed your death warrant." The owner of the voice, a large muscular vamp in black leather, came out of the shadows, followed by four more vamps in similar outfits. "We're going to tear you limb from limb..."

"Bring it on, Leech," Faith said as the gang of vamps came closer.She pulled a stake out of back of her coat and ran towards them in full attack mode.

Peter backed away from the alley entrance as the fight began, knowing that he was no match for vamp. He watched as Faith took the battle to them and had already dusted one of the vamps before the rest of them knew what was happening. They tried to surround her but the slayer was faster than they were expecting and it proved more than they could handle. Faith dashed away from them and then used the alley wall as a spring board to launch herself back at them, toppling the vamp likes bowling pins. Through the dark and speed of the battle, Peter found that it was hard to catch everything that was happening, but soon he saw that there was only one vamp left standing against Faith.

"C'mon," Faith taunted the lone remaining vamp, "or are you scared of a little girl?"

The vamp glared at Faith and then seemed to have second thoughts about attacking her. He quickly turned on his heels and dashed into the darkness of alley, leaving Peter alone with the slayer again

Faith turned back towards Peter and walked to him as she slid the stake back into the sleeve of her jacket. She was completely unharmed by the vamps but she was now sweaty and covered in dusted vampire. She patted her jacket, watching the dust rise off of it and frowned when she smelled it. "Ugh, I smell like a crypt... I can take you to the Bronze," Faith told him, "But I'm gonna have to change out of these clothes first. That all right with you?"

"Yeah," Peter said. He had no plans to let Faith out of his sight. "That sounds great."

"Okay then," Faith said as she glanced back into the alley, "Let's get out of here before that vamps decides to come back with reinforcements." She led Peter down the street to the cheap motel that the Watcher's guild had put her up in and they both went inside. 

As soon as she shut the door, Faith pulled off the jacket and threw it in a heap of dirty laundry in the corner of the room. "There's nothing I love more than sticking it to a bunch of vamps like that, but I hate letting one get away like that..." The slayer stretched her arms above her head, giving her guest a nice view of her body underneath the tight white tank top. "It just doesn't feel right. There's no conclusion to the fight, you know? No climax."

As she said this, Peter got a look from Faith that he knew he had seen before. It was the same look he had seen on the faces of the Halliwell sisters and Donna.

"You get in a fight like that and when you don't get to finish it, you build up all this energy and there's just no release..." Faith said as she walked towards the bathroom. She glanced back at Peter and eyed him like a wolf eyeing a nice fat sheep. "Anyways, I'm going to take a nice hot shower and wash this powdered vamp off of me." She stepped into the small bathroom and turned towards Peter as she turned on the light. Smiling at him, she pulled off her top, revealing her ripe round breasts to him. Her dark nipples were erect, standing like little pencil erasers at the tips of her breasts. She stood there topless in front of him and said, "There's room for two in the shower," she said slyly. Then she added, "If you're feeling dirty, that is." She turned back towards the shower stall and dropped her pants to the floors and then pulled down her black thong underwear, giving Peter a view of her round ass and a glimpse of the mound between her toned legs. Then she stepped into the stall and turned on the shower filling the room with hot steam.

Peter finally snapped out of his daze and began stripping out of his stolen suit and quickly headed for the shower. As he entered the bathroom he dropped his pants and pulled the shower curtain aside far enough for him to slip into the steamy space with the slayer. Through the steam, he could see the dark haired slayer enjoying the feel of the hot water on her sexy body.

As soon as he was inside, Faith opened her eyes. "Glad to see that you–" She stopped in midsentence as soon as her eyes made their way down to his crotch. 

His foot long cock was already mostly erect at the prospect of getting inside of the slayer and was now pointing at Faith's shaven pussy.

She was silent for a moment as she took it in. Finally she spoke again. "Damn, Pete. If I would have known that you were packing hardware like that, I wouldn't have taken so much time taking out those vamps." As she said this her hand reached out and she placed the palm of her hand under the head of his cock and lifted it to feel the weight. Then she slid her hand down the underside of the shaft slowly until her hand moved under his balls and hefted them. "Looks like you've got the complete package, too," she said as she moved her other hand gripped his cock while she fondled his balls. She crouched down to get a better look at the monster. "Do you know how to use this thing?"

"No complaints, yet," Peter said with a smile. He loved watching the girl play with his cock, almost like she was in a trance.

"Good," she said, not taking her eyes off of the huge cock as she stroked it. "I wouldn't want to get started with this monster if you couldn't hold up your end of the deal." She continued to play with the shaft, pulling it from side to side, running her hands all over it, until she finally looked up at Peter. "Dusting those vamps got my motor revved pretty good already, so I'm fully juiced. What do you say we just move onto the main event, Stud?" She stood up in the steamy stall, not letting go of his shaft and spread her legs so her wet pussy was directly aligned with his cock.

Peter didn't need anymore of an invitation and stepped forward til the head of his cock pressed up against her pussy lips and began spreading them wide. He felt a tingle go down his spine as he slowly pushed his way into her, feeling her tight walls grip his cock. She was right about being juiced and his cock made its way easily into her for the first seven inches. As he worked it in, Faith's face was constantly moving from a look of pleasure to pain and back again.

"Ugh," she grunted as he tried to work another inch in. "You're starting to hit some virgin territory there..." She grabbed the washcloth bar on the shower wall and the curtain rod to steady herself as he worked more in and Peter stepped in closer and took hold of her hips so he could guide her onto his cock more smoothly.

"So this is the biggest you've ever seen," Peter said. One of his hands slid up her wet body and cupped her pert breast as he pulled his cock back and pushed forwards again.

"Mmmmmm... Biggest I've seen that wasn't attached to a horse." Faith pushed her hips forward to meet him sending the cock a little deeper. "I fucked a biker once with an eight incher but he had a gut so he couldn't even get it all the way in me."

Peter grinned as his cock plunged in again, this time passing the nine inch mark. "No need to worry about that," he said as he pulled back again and looked Faith straight in her eyes. "This cock is going all the way in." With that said he pulled back until just the head of his cock was sitting between her pussy lips and then he quickly charged forwards burying his cock all the way into her pussy.

"FUCK!" Faith screamed as the cock plowed into the untouched depths of her pussy. Her whole body tensed up and then began to loosen as Peter held it steady deep within her. She had never been so full, her pussy stretched to the max. "Aaargh.. God damn, Pete! That thing's a monster!" Their bodies were pressed together, connected by his cock and Faith pushed her head forwards kissing Peter deeply.

As Peter felt Faith's tongue explore his mouth and her breasts mashed against his chest, he began to move his hips again, pulling out a couple inches of cock and then slowly sliding them back in. He heard her moan even with their lips pressed together and he slowly began to pick up his pace. He kept pumping her pussy and her muffled groans grew louder as he increased his speed.

Finally, she released the kiss and threw her head back into the steamy spray of the shower. "Oh yeah..." she said as she kept her grip on the shower bars. "Mmmmm, that's so good." She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around Peter's waist, quickly pulling him all the way inside of her. She let out another little grunt as his balls slapped against her and then she began moving her legs, letting Peter a little ways out and then pushing him back deep into her. "I want you to fuck me like I've never been fucked before," she growled to him as she kept him pumping into her. "I want that cock to make me cum so hard...."

Peter had found her rhythm now and was pounding away at her while her legs pushed and pulled him. Their bodies slapped together loudly, wetly and quickly and all that either one of them was aware of was the intense feelings coming from the action. He kept at fucking her at that pace and soon she came.

She came hard. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" She groaned with each thrust. Her whole body was swept away in the feelings from the orgasm and she began screaming. "Oh fuck yeah. Fuck my fucking pussy!" As she came her legs increased their rhythm pulling Peter's cock even faster and harder. He could no longer keep up and just let her take control. "Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah," Faith squealed as he pistoned into her at great speed. The wave of her climax hit its peak and the slayer's body tensed up. Her slayer strength combined with the strength of her orgasm tore the shower curtain rod free of its mountains and without the extra support, Peter lost his footing.

The two of them tumbled to the shower floor, but Faith continued to ride his cock after throwing the curtain aside. She was going wild and now on top, she was bouncing up and down on him while the shower sprayed everywhere. Her crotch repeatedly slammed hard against Peter's crotch as the slayer began power fucking his cock for all it was worth. "You gonna come for me now, Stud? Fill me pussy with all the cum in those big balls of yours!" The sight of Faith naked, wet and in a state of complete lust was too much for Peter and as he watched her tits bounce each time she landed on his body, his cock came deep in her pussy. He let out a roar as he grabbed her hips again and held her to him as he began to pump his hot cum into her.

Faith could feel the powerful jets of semen coating the walls of her pussy and her hands gripped Peter's shoulders as she had another, smaller orgasm from the sensation.

As Peter's orgasm subsided, he body went lax and he laid back on the shower floor. 

Faith fell on top of his chest and two lay there for a minute just breathing heavily. After a brief rest, she sat up, with his cock still deep in her, and ran her hands over his chest. "I hope that you can do that again," Faith said, "because I know that I could use a repeat performance." After she said this she rolled her hips, feeling the massive rod inside of her pulling back and forth. "Mmmmm," she said as she licked her lips, "Why don't we move this to the bed before the water goes cold." She slowly stood up and her pussy slid off of the monster cock, releasing the head with a soft popping noise. She stepped out of the tub and walked out of the bathroom, still glistening with wetness from the shower.

Peter watched her ass sway side to side as she walked away and then quickly climbed out of the tub to go after her. He noticed that there were small drops of cum that had fallen from Faith's stretched pussy that marked her trail. When he entered the main room, he found Faith already on the bed. She was on all fours with her tight round ass pointed right at him. He climbed onto the bed behind her. "Ready for round two," he asked as her gripped her ass cheek and lined up his cock with her pussy again.

"Almost," Faith said. She opened the drawer on the night stand, reached in for something and then tossed it to Peter. "You'd better use some of this."

Peter looked at the tube of liquid lubricant. "You seemed plenty lubed already back there in the bathroom..." he said, wondering why she had handed him the tube.

Faith let out a quick laugh as she looked back at him. "Oh, my puss is just dripping with lubrication, Pete, but you're not going in there. I think I'm going to have to rest that hole for a little bit." She grinned at Peter, letting him know what she had in mind.

Peter was stunned. "You mean you want me to...?"

"Fuck me up the ass?" Faith said, completing his thought. "You bet. I wanna see how much of that huge cock I can take." She could see the hesitation on Peter's face. "Don't worry. I'm the slayer. I can take whatever you can dish out and I'll recover extra fast."




Changing Channels Ch. 04



Peter had never given it to a girl up the ass before, but he didn't want to test Faith's patience, knowing that she could be a bit temperamental. He spread her ass cheeks, sprayed a bit of lube on her ass hole and then covered his cock in the liquid. Then he placed his cock at the tiny entrance and pushed forward, entering the warm tight hole.

"AAAAAAH! God Damn," Faith yelled as her asshole was stretched wide open. "Take it easy back there!" He fingers were gripping the mattress edge so tightly she almost tore it open.

Peter slowed down his progress and began working the length he had already pushed in back and forth, slowly adding a bit more ever couple of thrusts.

"Mmmmmm," Faith moaned as she began pushing back against his thrusts, "That's much better..." Faith was now holding onto the headboard with her right hand while her left hand had moved down to her pussy. Her fingers were quickly moving over her clit and every once in a while would brush against Peter's ball as he plunged her ass.

Eventually, Faith began pushing back on his cock harder, so Peter began to match her thrust for thrust. His hands slid back and forth over her sexy sweaty body. The whole bed shook as the two of them pounded against each other. Peter was moaning loudly as his cock was buried deep in Faith's hot ass and Faith was letting out a constant stream of vulgarities as her tight ass was stretched to its limits.

"Fucking fuck my ass with that big fucking cock," Faith said through gritted teeth. The fingers at her pussy were a blur as she finger fucked her self at the same time. "Yeah Yeah Yeah..." she screamed and then her orgasm hit her. "Aaaaaaaaaaaauuugh," she screamed loudly as her whole body convulsed. Peter kept pounding her from behind as she lost all control. She collapsed to the bed but her ass stayed in the air. Faith screamed until she couldn't make anymore noise and just laid there with her mouth open in a silent scream as she continued to be ass fucked.

Moments later, Peter came. He pushed his cock deep in her ass and filled her with loads of hot cum. As he continued to pump his load into her he wrapped his arms around her and grabbed a handful of tit in each palm. As his orgasm subsided, he fell onto the bed next to Faith, his cock staying deep inside of her. It wasn't long before the two of them were fast asleep, still embracing one another.

Faith and Peter woke up to the sound of the room's telephone ringing. Peter noticed that sunlight was streaming into the room as he listened as Faith answered it.

"Hello? Oh, hey G-Man, What's up? Really? It's three already? Oof, I must've overslept. Well, I guess I just spent too much time staking last night... but don't worry, G, I'll be there in a tick. It's five by five. See ya." Faith hung up the phone and turned to Peter. "I've gotta get going to the school." She paused and then an idea hit her. "Say, you want to come with? I want you to meet the scoobies."

"Yeah, sure," Peter said without hesitation. He couldn't pass up a chance to meet some of his favorite television characters.

"Good. The other slayer, Buffy, is always so high and mighty. She's always doing the right thing, never the fun thing. I've got a feeling that if anyone could uncork B's bottle, you're the guy to do it." Faith grabbed a pile of clothes from a pile in the corner and tossed some to Peter before heading to her dresser. "There's some clothes that some other guy left behind you can see if they fit... Unless you'd rather keep wearing that leisure suit, that is."

Peter looked through the clothes and found a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt that fit him. There was some underwear in the pile too, but he wasn't about to wear second hand underwear. He pulled on the clothes as he watched Faith pull on her clothes too. Then he went to the suit he had borrowed from Bob and took out the wallet full of cash.

Faith was standing by the door and looked him over as he approached her. "Not a bad fit," she said as she checked him out. Her fingers ran over the bulge in the front of his jeans and she licked her lips. "I've always loved a guy in a pair of tight jeans..." She moved her fingers up and down over the bulge of his cock until she remembered that they had somewhere to be. "Too bad we have an appointment. C'mon, stud." Faith let Peter out of the motel room and locked the door behind them.

It was just a short walk to Sunnydale High School, which was the main hangout for the Scooby gang. Peter followed Faith straight to the library. As they neared the library doors, Cordelia, another of the Scoobies, came up to them. She was wearing a lime green summer dress that only came down to about mid-thigh on her and displayed a generous amount of cleavage. "Hey Faith, Giles is looking for you. He seems a little tense," the tall brunette said and then corrected herself. "Well, he's a little more tense than usual." Cordy looked at Peter and got a little sparkle in her eye. "Say, who's your friend?"

Faith grinned and touched Peter's chest as she introduced him. "This is Peter. He's a cousin of Xander's. We met at the Bronze last night."

"Cousin of Xander's...?" That seemed to have the wheels in Cordelia's head turning.

Just then Giles peeked through the windows of the library doors and spotted Faith. He opened the door a crack. "Faith, could you come in here right now," he said very brusquely.

"Sure thing, G. Come on, Pete," the slayer said as she took Peter's hand.

"He's going to have to stay outside, Faith," Giles said. "We have a very dire situation at hand and it's best that we keep it in the inner circle."

Faith looked irritated and protested, "Look, Giles. Anything you have to say..."

"Don't worry, Faith," Cordelia interrupted. "I'll keep Peter company while you take care of your slayer stuff." She grabbed Peter's other hand and pulled him away.

Peter looked back to see Faith icily glare at Cordy before she slipped inside the library after Giles. Then Peter looked back to Cordelia, who was towing him down the hallway to some unknown destination.

"So you're really Xander's cousin," she asked as they turned a corner.

"Yeah," Peter said not hesitating. It was a lie but there was no need to start changing his story now.

"Good," the brunette said as she opened an unmarked wooden door. "That's what I wanted to hear." After she said this, she pulled Peter inside the doorway. As soon as both of them were inside, she shut the door and they were enveloped by pitch black darkness.

"Uh, where exactly are we," Peter asked. You could never be sure in Sunnydale that the person you were talking to wasn't under some sort of spell, a doppleganger or something else. A single hanging bulb turn on above them and he saw that they were in one of the school's supply closets. It was a fairly small area and Cordelia's face was inches from his own. Her face moved forwards and gave him a deep kiss on the mouth as her hands grabbed his hips. After half a minute, she released the kiss and took a deep breath.

"Listen," Cordelia said, "I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I don't really like you or even want to hang out with you. Xander must have told you we were dating earlier this year, right? Well, he ended up cheating on me with that little nerd-whore, Willow, and made me look like a fool. I thought that I could get even with him by making out with one of his friends but the loser doesn't have any guy friends beside Oz, who is already with Willow, so I was out of options."

Peter could see the irritation on Cordelia's face every time she said Willow's name,

"Anyway, since you're Xander's cousin, that's probably the closest I'll get to finding a guy friend of his, so I'm going to make out with you to get revenge on him. As long as you understand that it's only a revenge thing, all right?"

Peter couldn't believe his luck. "Sure," he responded eagerly.

"Good," Cordelia said as she pulled the light switch string again, making the closet dark once again.

Peter felt Cordelia's lips press against his and she began kissing him again with quite a bit of energy. He had placed his hands on her waist and began running them up and down her back. As her tongue began to dart out to lick his lips, Peter slid one hand down and gripped her round ass. As the kissing session became more heated, Peter could feel his cock begin to harden and grow larger inside of his pants. As the kissing went on, he could feel that Cordelia was getting more into it as her hands began moving all over his body. She grabbed his ass and pulled him towards her just as his cock began to press up past the waistband of his pants. The head of his cock pressed hard against her stomach, sliding on the smooth material of her dress.

Cordelia broke the kiss and pulled away. "Are you poking me with a mop handle," she asked as she caught her breath.

"No," Peter said as he adjusted his cock in his pants. Now that it was erect there was no way to get it back in his pants. "You've just got me going, if you know what I mean."

It was quiet in the dark closet for a moment before Cordelia spoke again. "What do you mean... Wait a second." The light flicked on again and Cordelia looked down at Peter crotch to see the six inches of cockmeat sticking out above his waistband. "Oh my..." She stared at the cock for several seconds before she could talk. "Is that thing real?"

"There's only one way to find out," Peter said as he undid the button on his jeans letting his cock spring free. "Check it for yourself."

"I..." Cordelia hesitated momentarily before her hand moved to the cock and her fingers ran over the smooth skin of the shaft. "So warm," she whispered to herself as she caressed his cock. She wrapped the finger of one hand around his cock and then grabbed it with her other hand. "It huge..." She crouched down a little to see it better and then she looked up at Peter. "Do you mind if I kiss it?"

With a wide smile, Peter said, "Be my guest, Beautiful."

Cordelia gave him a lusty grin back and then planted a hot wet kiss on the head of his cock. Then she lifted his cock and began planting kisses all the way down its underside before she got to his large balls and gave each on a kiss. Then she ran her tongue back up the underside of his cock til she licked the slit at the end and looked back up. "How was that?"

"Awesome," Peter said. He watched as the kneeling brunette in front of him took his cock back into her warm wet mouth and swirled her tongue around her shaft. She was doing a great job, bobbing her head up and down the length of his cock. Peter got the idea that she had gotten quite a bit of practice doing this. Her cheeks bulged as she took the rod deep in her throat and loud slurping noises came from her mouth as she pulled back up. As she continued to go down on his cock, Peter moved his hands to the straps of her dress and pulled the off her shoulders, letting her large breasts free. He quickly palmed each of her breasts, eliciting a soft moan from her cock-filled mouth. She pulled her head away and took a deep breath. "Am I better than Xander," Peter asked as he continued to fondle her breasts.

"I never did this with Xander," Cordelia said as she wiped some spittle from the corner of her mouth. "But I never felt anything like this under his jeans either." After she said that, she returned to her blowjob, grinning and moaning around the thick cock.

Peter let her blow him a little longer before he tapped her on the shoulder and then helped her to her feet.

"But you didn't cum yet," Cordelia protested as she was pulled away from his cock. "Didn't you want..."

Peter moved his hands to her sides and dropped her dress to the floor, leaving her wearing only a green thong that matched her dress. Her hand slid over her firm stomach and then dipped into her panties. His middle finger brushed past the small patch of pubic hair and pushed against the wet lips of her waiting pussy, causing her to shiver in pleasure. "This is what I want," He whispered to Cordelia before he leaned in and softly kissed her neck. Sensing no hesitation, he slid her thong off and then rubbed the damp slit between her legs, getting her ready for the main event. Cordy gripped his shoulders for balance as he sent waves of pleasure through her body. "Do you want me to," Peter asked as he pushed deeper with his fingertips.

Cordelia gripped his shoulders tighter as she hissed her response through her teeth. "Yes, please." After saying this, she parted her legs a little more, giving Peter more access to her pussy. "Do it now..."

Peter knew that he had Cordelia wrapped around his finger, both figuratively and physically. He drew his hand away from her pussy and gently guided her to turn around so that she was facing the wall.

"What are you doing," Cordelia asked in a slightly nervous tone.

"I'm giving you what you want," Peter said he finished turning her. "Now bend over a little."

Cordelia obeyed and put her hands flat against the wall and stuck her ass out. She looked down between her legs and saw that Peter's cock was now pointed between her legs and the tip was inches from her waiting pussy.

With his hands on Cordelia's hips, Peter flexed the muscles in his cock and it jerked upwards, slapping Cordy's pussy lips and made her let out a little squeal. He smiled at the noises the cheerleader was making and then grabbed his cock and guided it forwards. As the head disappeared into her greedy pussy, he could tell that she was no virgin but she was still tight.

Cordelia had never felt so stretched as when Peter's cock entered her. She had slept with several members of the Sunnydale High football team but none of them had ever come close to being as huge as the cock she was currently squeezing into her pussy. "Ungh..." Cordelia let out something between a grunt and a growl as he pushed deeper into her. "So big..."

Peter slowly worked the cock in and out of her pussy, never letting the head escape the grip of her pussy lips. His hands had moved to her large breasts and he began pulling her back towards him each time that he thrusted forwards. His cock was half in her now and her squeals were getting louder the deeper her went.

"Oh damn," she moaned as her first orgasm began to take her. She had taken one hand off of the wall and had begun playing with her clit as the huge cock slid in and out. "Oh damn. Oh Damn. OH DAMN!" That was when her pussy exploded in orgasm. Her whole body tensed as she lost control and the whole time, Peter continued to press his cock in further. "FUCK!" Cordelia screamed so loudly that Peter was afraid that someone would hear and interrupt them. He quickly placed one hand over her mouth to muffle the rest of her screams. It was still loud but not near as loud as she had been.

He kept pounding away at her and held her up so she wouldn't collapse to the floor. After her screams of pleasure had slowed, Peter took his hand away.

"Are you... going to... cum yet," Cordelia asked between thrusts. She was used to guys coming before her. In fact this was the first time that she had ever orgasmed during sex. She was beginning to wonder if Xander had anything in common with his cousin. If so, maybe she could forgive his little kiss with Willow.

"I'm almost there," Peter said. He knew that he wouldn't have much time before Faith was looking for him so he picked up the pace. As his cock pummeled Cordy's pussy, he could feel her tits swinging under her. He gripped them again and went into a final assault. He increased his speed again and went even deeper. He had about ten inches in her now and he didn't think that he would get much deeper. He could feel the familiar tingle in his balls growing and knew that he would finish soon.

Cordelia must have sensed this too as she looked back at him as he fucked her and said, "Don't cum in me." She saw Peter nod his head and she went back to enjoying her fucking. Her whole body was on fire as he reamed her pussy, stretching it wider than it had ever been before. She couldn't believe it but she felt another orgasm coming on. "Here it cums again," She moaned. 

This time Peter put his hand over her mouth ahead of time and all he heard was "MMMMMMMPH! MMMM MMMMFPH!" He saw Cordelia swing her head wildly as she came and then her body went limp. Peter saw her head drop down and saw that she had fainted from the strength of her orgasm. It was too late for Peter to stop now so he kept fucking her until the last possible second. Just before he felt his cock was going to erupt he pulled out of her pussy and sprayed his cum all over her back. The first couple of shots jetted across her hair in think white strands but the rest went down her back. Quite a bit slid off of her body and landed on her dress on the floor. Peter tried to catch his breath and sat Cordelia's sleeping form onto the floor, propped up against a shelf. He took her dress which was already stained with cum and used it to clean off his cock when he heard the closet door open.

He turned to look, his still hard cock wrapped in Cordy's dress, and saw Faith looking at him with a devious grin. "I hope that you're still going to be able to give it to me tonight like you did last night. Otherwise, I'm going to be pissed," She said as she picked his pants up off the floor. "You'd better get these on," she said as she tossed them to him. "We've got an appointment with some vamps and we can't be late."

Peter started to pull on his pants. "You knew we were in here the whole time," he asked in disbelief.

"Not until little miss priss here started screaming her lungs out," Faith said as she surveyed the cum coated cheerleader. "But I figured that I'd let you finish up before I interrupted. I'd bet you get a serious case of blue balls when those baseballs of your s don't get emptied."

"Thanks," Peter said. "What should we do about her," he said as he gestured to Cordelia.

"Leave her. She can take care of herself. We've got more important things to do." Faith grabbed Peter's hand and pulled him out of the closet. "We've got to get to the Northside Cemetery by nine and it's already starting to get dark already."

They made their way towards the cemetery and after several blocks, Faith turned in towards a convenience store. "I'm gonna need a drink before we get there. You want something?" 

"Yeah," Peter said, "I'm a little thirsty."

"I'm not surprised with all the fluids you've been losing," Faith said jokingly. "I'm a little short on cash. You're gonna have to pick up the bill." They went inside and Peter waited by the counter while Faith went back to get some sodas.

Peter saw that the clerk had a small television behind the counter and was watching the nightly news. The announcer on the news told of another mysterious death last night and Peter wondered how many "mysterious" deaths must happen in a town like Sunnydale before everyone just decided to move away. Before he could put too much thought into it though, the store's front door flew open and a trio of vampire stormed into the place. The first one was the vamp who had escaped the night before and his two friends were very large muscular vamps. Peter looked behind him to see that the store clerk had disappeared, probably knowing trouble when he saw it.

"I know you're in here, Slayer," the familiar vamp called out. "We saw you come in, but you ain't gonna come out. Nobody dusts my gang and gets away with it." He turned to his two friends and motioned for them to head to the back of the store.

They didn't get very far before Faith sprang out of hiding and knocked one of the large vamps over. The other one charged her and almost connected with her. The first one began to get up off of the floor when Faith used him as a springboard and leapt over the second vamp.

Peter was watching the fight in awe when he noticed the vamp from last night staring at him.




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"Hey," the vamp said. "You're the slayer's little friend from last night. I think you'd make a good appetizer." In a flash, the vamp was on Peter. He leaned Peter back over the counter and bared his fangs ready to feed when Faith shouted out.

"Heads up, Pete!"

Peter and the vamp looked back just in time to see one of the larger vamps being flung towards them by Faith. The larger vamp hit them and they both toppled over the edge of the counter and fell behind it. As they fell, Peter's hand flew out and touched the small television screen he had seen earlier. In a moment, Peter and the vampire who had attacked him both disappeared in a flash of light.

Faith had already dusted one vamp and took out the second before he had time to recover from being thrown across the room. She quickly looked over the counter to see if Peter was alright, only ro see an empty floor space.

"Pete? Where'd you go?"

To be continued...

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Changing Channels Ch. 05



Previously on Changing Channels...

Peter was watching the fight in awe when he noticed the vamp from last night staring at him.

"Hey," the vamp said. "You're the slayer's little friend from last night. I think you'd make a good appetizer." In a flash, the vamp was on Peter. He leaned Peter back over the counter and bared his fangs ready to feed when Faith shouted out.

"Heads up, Pete!"

Peter and the vamp looked back just in time to see one of the larger vamps being flung towards them by Faith. The larger vamp hit them and they both toppled over the edge of the counter and fell behind it. As they fell, Peter's hand flew out and touched the small television screen he had seen earlier. In a moment, Peter and the vampire who had attacked him both disappeared in a flash of light.

Faith had already dusted one vamp and took out the second before he had time to recover from being thrown across the room. She quickly looked over the counter to see if Peter was alright, only ro see an empty floor space.

"Pete? Where'd you go?"

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A bright flash of light filled the dark room and a moment later, Peter and the vampire who was attacking him fell a foot to the hardwood floor. After landing with a thud, Peter quickly assessed his surroundings and found himself in a dusty old bedroom with only the dim moonlight from the broken windows to light the room. He quickly rolled the vampire off of him and scrambled to his feet before he dashed out the open doorway.

Luckily the vampire was not used to being teleported from one world to another like Peter and almost half a minute had passed before he realized that he was not being burned by sunlight. He didn't know where he was but he wasn't about to let his dinner escape. The disorientated vampire jumped up and smiled as he saw Peter's footprints in the thick layer of dust that cover the old floor from wall to wall. He ran out into the hallway and followed the clear trail Peter had left behind.

Peter thought that there was something odd about the hall he was in but there was no time to stop and figure it out. Peter heard the vampire let out a high pitched cackle as he leapt down the stairs to the next floor down. He still had no idea where he was but he knew that he had to move fast. When he hit the floor, he slid on the old runner carpet in the middle of the hall. He glanced both ways down the hall and seeing no way outside he moved left down the hall, looking for another stairs. The vamp's maniacal laughter echoed behind him and Peter tried to move faster. He saw another stairs with a broken railing leading down and he took it, leaping five steps at a time all the way to the bottom. By the time he saw the group of four people and a large dog standing at the bottom of the stairs, he was in no position to stop himself. He barreled into them and all of them crashed to the floor.

Peter was glad that he landed on top of someone and hadn't hit the hard floor at full speed. He realized that his was resting between a pair of nice sized breasts and quickly pushed himself up to see that he was on top of a beautiful redhead wearing a purple dress and green scarf around her neck. "Hi," he said with a quick grin before he realized who it was and why the house looked so odd to him.

Now that he was closer to the floor he could see that it looked like someone had painted a picture of a floor. It was hard and he could feel the grain of the wood, but the floor and the walls and the rest of the house all looked like he was inside of painting. Not only that, but now as he looked at his hand touching the floor, Peter realized that he now appeared to be a cartoon.

"Excuse me," the redhead pinned under said, bringing his attention back to her, but could you please get off of me?"

'I just left the Scoobies and now I'm with the real Scooby,' Peter thought as he looked at Daphne (who looked just like she did on the Scooby Doo cartoons) and was about to apologize when he heard a voice that reminded him why he had run into Daphne in the first place.

"Oh look," the vampire said from the top of the stairs, "you've brought me a whole buffet!" He cackled a high pitched laugh again and dove at the group.

Peter grabbed Daphne's arms and rolled her out of harm's way an instant before the vamp land on the floor. The rest of the group (Fred, Shaggy, Scooby and Velma) all scattered but not fast enough. The vampire had caught Velma by the back of her sweater and thrown her down. Peter could see the creature's fangs glistening the moonlight as he opened his mouth wide and leaned over the girl. Knowing that no one else here even knew what they were dealing with, Peter leapt off of Daphne, ran to the broken stair banister and snapped off a thin wooden rod. As Velma began to scream, he charged the vampire and before the demon could turn around, Peter drove the rod through his back, piercing his heart. The vampire a quick 'Oh shit–' before he exploded into a cloud of dust and Velma was left looking shocked as the dust fell on her.

"Jinkies! What in the world was that," the brunette asked as she took off her glasses and wiped them clean. "And who are you?"

Peter caught his breath, cleared his head and then put out his hand to help her to her feet before introducing himself. "That was a one hundred percent real vampire," he started, to which the group responded with gasps.

"Rampire?" the great Dane asked, while Shaggy just responded with 'Zoinks!"

"Yes, it was. But you don't need to worry about him any more. A wooden stake through the heart turns them to dust. Or sunlight or fire. I think that he was the only one nesting here," Peter said as he brushed the vamp dust off of his shirt and tried to put on a brave front. "My name's Peter and I'm a professional monster hunter."

"Wow! A monster hunter," Daphne said. 

"Really," Velma asked as her face brightened. "We hunt down monsters too but they usually turn out just to be old men costumes. What a coincidence!"

"I''ve never been that lucky. I'm always getting the vampires and demons."

"But why were you running away from the vampire," Freddy asked. From his tone, Peter could tell that he was used to being the Alpha male in his group and didn't like Peter encroaching on his territory.

Quickly thinking of an explanation, Peter said, "I wanted to lure him outside the house so we could have a fair fight to be more sporting, but when I saw that he was going to take a bite out of your beautiful friend there, I had to take action."

Velma blushed at Peter's compliment. "Well, thank you for saving my life, Peter."

"Hey, Freddy," Shaggy said, "maybe he could help us find our monster!"

"I don't think–" Fred started before he was interrupted. 

"That's a great idea, Shaggy," Velma said with a twinkle in her eyes. "We could always use another hand searching this big house. And he's already been upstairs."

"Er, exactly what kind of monster are you looking for?"

"They call it the Bogton Beast. The locals have been reporting a strange creature roaming the local woods," Fred said, " and the guy at the gas station said that he thought he heard howling noises coming from this old abandoned mansion so we came here to start investigating."

As Fred talked, Peter had been making eye contact with Daphne and Velma. "Yes, but what kind of monster was it," he asked Fred without looking away from Daphne.

"Well, they said that it looked like a huge snake," Fred continued. "It has a purple head and one eye..."

"Does it have one horn and eat people too," Peter asked jokingly.

"No," Daphne said. "It hasn't hurt anyone yet but there has been some livestock missing. One person we talked to that saw it up close said that it spat out a thick white slime to try and catch them."

"Hmmmm," Peter said as he rubbed his chin, "That doesn't sound like any beast I've ever seen or read about. I'd like to volunteer my help in catching the creature if you don't mind. I'd like to see this monster with my own eyes and you guys seem like you'd be good company."

"Well," Fred started before he was quickly cut off again.

"Of course you can help us," Velma said as she stepped closer to Peter. "We can search the house first. I'll help Peter look upstairs."

Fred scowled as his leadership of the group was being undermined. "Fine, You two can look upstairs, Daphne and I will search the ground floor and Shaggy and Scoob can take the basement. Is everybody happy?"

Shaggy raised his hand. "I don't think–"

"Shaggy shut up and just go look in the basement," Fred ordered. He took Daphne by the hand and pulled her into a open doorway as they went to explore the ground floor. Peter saw her glance back at him before she was pulled around a corner.

"Come on, Peter," Velma said as she started up the stairs. "While we're looking for the beast, you can tell me some monster hunting stories."

Peter watched Velma climb the stairs and couldn't help but wonder what kind of body she kept hidden underneath her bulky orange sweater and long pleated skirt. He had a feeling that he wouldn't have to wait too long before he would be able to find out. "I'm right behind you," he said as he headed for the stairs, leaving Shaggy and his dog alone in the entryway.

"So, what other kinds of monsters have you hunted, Peter," Velma asked as she led the way down the dark hall.

"Well," Peter said as he began to run through his head all the X-Files and Buffy episodes he could remember for monster ideas, "Once there was a huge cobra monster, but he had two eyes and there was no spitting goo going on, and a different time there was this half human half bat creature that was terrorizing a camping resort."

"That's so amazing. We've being monster hunting for years and never seen an actual monster. They've always been frauds. Why haven't you ever brought your cases to the public? You'd be famous."

"But who'd believe me, Velma," Peter quickly countered. "I've been to the newspapers before with my tales and they think I'm a crackpot. So I've decided that if I am going to be a monster hunter, knowing that I'm helping others will have to be my only reward." Peter saw Velma looked back at him with wide eyes and a smile on her face. It was obvious that she was believing every word he said and developing a crush on her brave, selfless and handsome monster hunter. As they opened a door leading off the hall, Peter began telling her about more of his monsters. "Another time there was this 'Fluke-man', a half man, half worm creature–" He was interrupted by Velma letting out a scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAYYYIIEEEEEEEE," she shrieked and pointed her flashlight across the room. The beam fell on the Bogton Beast as it let out a loud growl.

It was a seven foot tall snake with more length behind it and it was a dark shade of purple. It had one large eye on it's head and a mouth that looked like a leech sucker mouth. Peter would have been quite terrified if he hadn't seen the zipper running down it's back when it turned. Unfortunately, before he could point it out to Velma, the 'beast' let loose a blast of it's ooze. It missed Peter entirely but hit Velma square in the stomach, knocking her backwards onto the floor.

Peter quickly moved towards Velma and saw that she was still all right but her clothes were covered in the white slime. When he looked back towards the beast, it had disappeared. "The beast is gone. Are you okay, Velma," he asked as he kneeled down next to her.

"Ugh," she groaned as she lifted her head, "I think so... This ooze is wet and heavy but I don't think that it's harmful." She began trying to brush it off of her body when she realized something. "My glasses! I dropped my glasses!"

"It's okay, Velma. I'll help you find them. Where do you think they landed?" Peter moved behind Velma to see if they landed in the hall and heard a soft crunch noise when he stepped down. He knew instantly what had happened. "Velma, I found your glasses," he said hesitantly, "but I think that they broke when they hit the floor..." He picked them up and handed them to the girl.

"Not another pair," she said. "Well, at least I have a spare set in the Mystery Machine and I can change out of these clothes now that they're soaked in whatever this stuff is." Peter helped her up off of the floor and she looked around the room. "I can't help you look without my glasses, but I'm guessing that there must be some sort of secret passage in this room since we were blocking the hall door when the beast disappeared." 

"Well," Peter said, as he looked over the soaked Velma, "I'm not going to leave you here alone. Don't you have a spare set of glasses?"

"Back in the van, I do. If we go to get them, I could change out of these wet clothes, too."

"Let's do that then. We can come back to look for the passage as soon as we get you ready again." Peter took the flashlight from her and led her by the hand out of the mansion. They never saw any of the others on their way out. 

"You know," Velma said as she held on to Peter's arm while they made their way down the stairs, "it's nice to have someone to do my investigating with."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, usually, Fred and Daphne pair up, Shaggy and Scooby go off on their own and I'm left all by myself to explore whatever spooky place we're at. And the worst part is, I'm usually the one who ends up finding all the clues!"

"That doesn't surprise me," Peter said.

"Why's that?"

"Well, Shaggy and Scooby don't exactly seem to be the sharpest knives in the drawer, and I would guess that Fred and Daphne are too busy with other things to looks for the monsters."

"Busy with what?" 

Peter couldn't help but smile as he thought that as bright as she was, Velma was a little naive. "He a young man and she's a hot young woman in a short skirt. You guys travel the country in a cramped van and are always in a group. I'm guessing that the moment those two get a moment of alone time, Fred's on Daphne in two seconds flat."

Velma seemed shocked at the idea that not everyone on the team was working as hard as her. "Do you really think that's true?"

"Just look at the facts, Velma. It's pretty obvious what's going on..." Peter decided to let her think about that for a while. "Where's the van parked," Peter asked as they walked out onto the lawn.

"It's down by the road. We parked it by the gate," Velma said as she squinted her eyes, trying to see the Mystery Machine.

"I see it. It's right over there," he said as he led her towards the van.

It was parked outside the gate's property under the branches of a creepy looking oak tree. When they reached it, Velma opened one of the back doors and said, "Just give me a minute so I can get changed and find my other glasses." She was about to climb into the van when Peter stopped her.

"You're still dripping some of that slime the monster shot you with, Velma. You might want to get out of those wet clothes before you get in the van and get that dirty too."

Velma squinted at her sweater and skirt and couldn't really tell how much slime was still on her. What she did know was that Freddy would spaz if she stained the new shag carpeting he put in the back last month. "I guess you're right," she said as she turned to Peter. "I'd better get out of these before I go inside. You'll have to go around the van so I can change."

"Sure thing," Peter said as he started walking around the van. "Just give me a shout when you're ready." He kept stepping so that it would sound like he was walking around the van but instead he positioned himself right around the corner so he could have a good view of Velma changing. Without her glasses and in the dark, Peter knew that she couldn't tell what was more the six inches away from her.

"Thanks, Peter," Velma said as he walked out of sight. "I won't take more than a minute." Velma pulled off the wet orange sweater and hung it over the open door of the van.

Peter almost let out a gasp when her sweater was removed. Watching the show as a kid, he had always assumed that Velma was kind of fat because of her bulky sweater, but now he could see that definitely wasn't the case. The reason her sweater seemed so oversized was to cover up her huge breasts. Peter guessed that they were probably f-cups as he watched Velma inspect the plain white bra for any goo. Then she dropped her skirt to the ground and bent over to pick it up. Her panties matched her bra. They were granny panties but stretched over Velma's round ass, they still looked great. Velma hung her skirt with her sweater and then crawled into the van to change.

'I'm not going to get a better chance than this," Peter thought. He took a quick breath and then dashed around the van towards the open back door. He quickly scrambled inside with the half-naked brunette and quickly closed the door behind him.

Velma pressed herself against the far wall of the van and her arm across her ample chest and one hand over the front of her panties. She had already put on her spare glasses. "Peter! What are you doing–" was all she got out before he moved towards her and put his hand over her mouth.

"Quiet, Velma," he whispered into her ear. "I think I saw the beast in the front yard. I think that it may have followed us out here." He pulled his hand away from her mouth and placed one finger in front of his lips, reminding her to keep her tone low.

She tried to peek out the front window but all she could see was darkness outside. "Is it really out there?"

"I'm pretty sure that it was the beast," Peter said, "and it sounded angry too. I think our best bet for now is to hide in here until we can get out and tell the others. Use our strength in numbers." He moved a little closer to Velma and wrapped his arm around her to pull her tight. Her body was pressed to his as he said, "We'll just have to wait it out."

Velma's eyes darted around to the windows, scanning for any clue that the beast was near them. She was taking long slow breaths that made her ample chest rise and fall hypnotically. A gust of wind howled past the van, making the vehicle rock gently. As it did, Velma moved closer to Peter, pressing even tighter against him.

It didn't take long for Peter's cock to react to the scantily clad nerd and soon his foot long erection was pressing through his pant leg on Velma's soft naked thigh. It was painfully hard and as he tried to adjust himself, the brunette spoke up.

"Jinkies!" She moved her leg to see the immense bulge in his jeans and then looked up at Peter. "Is that your– you know?"

"Yes, it is," Peter responded quietly. "I'm sorry about that. I can't control it when I'm around such a beautiful woman..."

Velma looked taken aback by this statement. She blinked her eyes and asked, "Really? You think I'm beautiful?"

"How could I not? I knew that you had a beautiful face, but I never knew until now what a fantastic body you had. I don't know why you would ever cover it up like you do."

She looked down at her own voluptuous body and then back to Peter. "I guess that I covered myself so that people would respect me for my brain and not just see me a pair of big boobs. I don't want to be seen as some sort of bimbo who gets through life by wearing tight sweaters and short skirts..." She looked back to the bulge in Peter's jeans. "I caused that?"

"You know you did. You're hotter than Daphne if you ask me. I'll bet that the boys would never leave you alone if they knew what you were hiding from them." As he said this, Peter began stroking Velma's bare shoulder.

She continued to eye his bulge and then asked, "Can I touch it?"

"Sure," he responded as he took her hand and placed it on the outline of his cock. He slowly moved her hand back and forth, letting her stroke it's length through his pants. As her fingers ran over it, the bulge grew even larger.




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"Oh... It's so big," Velma said as her fingers measured the width and then ran from top to bottom of its length. "I never thought that they were so big."

Peter smiled and asked, "So you've never seen a cock before?" As he asked he slid his arm a little farther around her, so his fingertips could brush across the cup of her bra. He took his other hand off of her hand and placed his on her thigh.

"Of course I've seen pictures before," she said as she continued to stroke his shaft on her own, "In medical books and some of the statues in the museums were nude. But none of them were anywhere close to this size." She never bothered to look up at Peter as she focus on the bulge in his pants.

"Well, I'm sort of a special case," Peter said as his hand began stroking her thigh. She was obviously getting turned on by this, as Peter could see her nipples making little points in the fabric of her bra. "I'm a bit larger than most guys down there. I can't believe that a girl as sexy as you has never seen a real cock."

Velma had seemed to completely forget about the beast that might be outside the van. There was nothing on her mind other than the rod in her hand. As she and Peter talked, she realized that she wanted to see what was making that bulge. "Can you take it out so I can see it?"

"No," Peter said in a tease, "But I'll let you take it out if you want to see a real cock." He adjusted his body to give her better access to his pants zipper.

She hesitated for a moment and then reached for the button on his jeans. It popped open easily as the pressure from his cock forced it open and then she pulled the zipper down all the way until she could see the root of his cock.

"You'll have to pull it out. These pants are too tight for it to get out on its own."

Velma wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and tried to pull it out, but while it was hard, it was trapped underneath the fabric of his pants. She pulled and tugged and tried to turn it to let it out, but there was no way to free it. "It's so hard. I think it's stuck," she said in frustration.

"Let me help," Peter said. He stood up, leaning over not to bang his head on the roof of the van, and dropped his pants. As he did this, his large cock sprang free and pointed itself right at Velma's face. Before he could sit, her hands had quicky moved to the cock and she gripped it with both of them as she examined the shaft.

"Oh my," said as she looked at it totally exposed now. Her two hands only covered about two thirds of its length and her fingers couldn't even wrap all the way around it. "Its so big!" She ran her hands over it and then lifted it to see the large sac hanging beneath the base of his shaft.

As she played with his cock, Peter put his hands on her shoulders for stability. As he leaned towards her the cock got even closer to her face.

She got an even closer look and saw that a small glob of white liquid had appeared at the slit in the large head of his cock. "Does it hurt," she asked as she tilted the shaft from side to side.

"No. This feels fantastic," he said as he looked straight down into her deep cleavage. "Do you know what would feel even better though, Velma?"

She finally looked up at Peter's face and shook her head side to side.

"You could kiss it for me."

"Really," she said with a surprised look on her face.

"Oh yes. I love it if you would do that for me. And if you did I could do something for you that you'd really like. What do you say? Could you?"

Velma looked back down at the cock in her hand for a moment and then nodded her head with a smile. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on the golf ball sized head and got a bit of the precum on her lip. She looked at Peter to see the grin on his face and then she kissed it again, this time a little bit longer. She began to kiss it again and again, moving away from then head and down the shaft. As she smothered the cock with kisses, she heard Peter say something about using her tongue and she flicked her tongue out to taste it. It didn't taste bad so she licked it again. Soon she was kissing and licking its entire length and the whole rod was slick with her saliva. As she heard Peter's moans, she smiled and began to work even harder, proud of the fact that she was pleasing him.

Peter thought that she was taking to his cock like a duck to water and he couldn't believe that she'd never done this before. As she focused on his cock and balls, he slid a hand around to her back and gently undid the hooks on the back of her bra. As soon as it was undone, his other hand slid the straps off of her shoulders, letting the bra fall off of her chest.

Her breasts were spectacular. They were large, round, creamy-white mounds with no sag to them because she was still young and always wore her bra, with large rosy nipples capping them off.

Peter immediately moved his hands to the twin mounds of flesh and began gently playing with them. They were firm but still soft and yielding in his hands. Her nipples were very hard and felt like pebbles scratching across his palms. As he continued to fondle the massive mammaries, she changed her tactics and took the head of his cock into her mouth. "Oh yeah, Velma," Peter said in encouragement, "That feels fantastic! You're so good at this!"

Velma was again encouraged by his words and tried to take more of the foot long cock into her wet warm mouth. She began to gag and pulled back, gasping for air as the cock head left her lips. She was about to try it again when Peter pulled away from her hands. She was a little disappointed that he was taking the cock away already.

Peter laid back on the shag carpeted floor of the van and looked up to Velma. From this view her tits looked huge as they hung over his head. "Now I want to do something for you," Peter said as he held his cock. "Take off your panties and sit down on my chest, Velma. Trust me, you're going to love this."

Velma hesitantly pulled off her panties and set then on the floor, her breasts hanging ponderously as she bent over. She moved over Peter and lowered herself until her wet pussy rested against his chest. She had her eyes glued to his cock, which was standing at full strength right in front of her. She felt Peter's hands grip her hips and pull her back, up his chest and she took the opportunity to lean forwards toward his cock. It was an inch away from her face and she was thinking about tasting it again when Peter gave a quick stiff lick to her pussy lips. "Oh! Oh Jinkies," she cried out as his tongue began assaulting her tender pussy lips. Her body trembled and her thighs clenched as intense feelings of pleasure raged through her.

Peter continued to lap away at Velma's moist slit and enjoyed listening to her moans as he did. He slid his hand up her back and gently pushed down on it, guiding her head towards his cock again. Her large breasts pressed into his stomach and the moaning stopped as her mouth was filled with cock again. All he could hear between the lapping of her pussy was the slurping sounds of her lips around his cock. She was doing great for a first time cocksucker and was very enthusiastic about it, taking more and more of the cock into her mouth with each stroke.

She continued to suck and lick her first cock until she felt her first orgasm coming on. At first it started as a spasm in her pussy but it grew quickly causing her whole body to begin to shake. As it crashed through her, Velma's thighs clamped down tightly on the sides of Peter's head and her pussy gushed it's juices all over his mouth and neck. Velma pulled her mouth off of his cock as she let out a scream of ecstacy. "OOOHHH, FUUUUCKING JINKIES!" Her voice wavered wildly as she continued to cum, her years of pent up passions being released. As the feeling left her, her legs unclenched, releasing Peter's head, and she rolled off of him. She lay there on her back, breathing heavily.

Peter moved above her, holding himself up with an arm on either side of the busty brunette. "Did you like that, Velma," he asked as he leaned down to take one of her stiffly erect nipples into his lips.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as he sucked on her tit. "That was unbelievable..." One of her hands had slid down to her crotch and was fingering the wet folds of her pussy.

Peter released the nipple from his lips and moved his face close to hers. "I'm glad you liked that. It was a lot of fun for me too," he said as he grinned. He leaned in closer to kiss her on the lips, giving her a taste of her own juices. His tongue darted into her mouth and she responded by doing the same. Peter moved his hips so that the head of his cock nudges against her hand that was covering her pussy. "Would you like to try some thing that's even more fun," Peter asked.

Without a word, Velma removed her hand from her pussy and gripped his cock. As she pulled it forward, she whispered to Peter, "Do it. I want it inside of me, Peter. Make me a woman."

His cock easily pushed into the readily accepting opening of her pussy, which was just a wet as ever from his tongue lashing. As the head pressed past her lips, Velma let out a little squeal.

"OH! It's so thick!"

"We haven't even started yet," Peter said as he kissed her again and pushed his cock forwards. Velma was extremely tight and he had trouble moving forward very quickly into her virgin cunt after the first couple inches were already in her. Slowly he would push in and then pull back when Velma looked like he had gone too far. As he did this, she adjusted to his size until she was letting out long low moans with each in-stroke. Peter watched as her large natural breasts rolled with each thrust, and every once in a while he would lean in to kiss a nipple or suck at some tit flesh.After getting most of his cock into her tight canal, he started to increase his speed. As he drilled his cock into her again and again, Velma was definitely letting him know that she liked it.

"Yes, Peter! Give it to me! I love your cock... I can't believe that I waited so long to try this!" Velma let out a little huff of air every time that Peter thrusted forward, almost as if she were giving birth. Her tits were jumping wildly now, moving up and down her chest, threatening to slap against her chin on the up swing. She had reached down and gripped Peter's buttocks trying to pull him deeper into her. "Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Yesssssssss," she cried as he repeated imapled her on his rod. Peter felt her pussy begin to gush again and knew that she had cum for the second time before he had even cum once. He quickly rolled off of her and as he laid back next to her, motioned for her to climb on top of him. She crawled over him and began to sit down on his cock as she faced him, but Peter placed his hand on her shoulder and said, "No, the other way. Sit down on my cock and lean back towards me so I can hold those gorgeous breasts of yours..."

Velma followed his command and turned her self around so that she was facing the back of the van, but she never let the head of his cock leave her pussy lips. She gently lowered herself down onto the shaft again, savoring the sensation of being stretched so far once again.

"Now lean back and put your hands on my chest," Peter instructed her.

She leaned back til she her hands pressed against his chest and at the same time, Peter's hands came up and cupped her mammoth set of tits.

"Now you just do whatever you like," Peter said as he gave one of her nipples a tweak.

Velma began to push herself slowly up and down the cock, never letting it get more than halfway out of her pussy. She rolled her hips as she did this, letting his cockhead probe and push into different directions inside of her. While she was doing this, Peter's hands continued to play with her tits, squeezing and caressing, lifting and kneading. "Mmmmmm," Velma said as she bottomed out on the cock and peered over her shoulder at Peter, " I think it's time to pick up the speed again..." She began rolling her hips faster and bouncing up and down on his huge cock with wild abandon. 

The weight of her bouncing tits in Peter's hands was amazing and as he gripped them, he was also lifting his hips to meet hers, trying to fuck her even harder.

"OOOH! FUCK!" Velma yelled as she continued to ride Peter like a rodeo bull. "OH GOD! I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!" The nerd-turned-cockslut went crazy on his cock and began slamming her hips against him. "UH UH UH UH UH UH! HERE IT CUMS!" Velma's body began shaking once again and Peter was about to release his load as well when the back door of the Mystery Machine swung open.

"Velma! Where are–" The voice stopped suddenly.

Peter looked around Velma's shuddering sweaty body to see a bewildered Daphne standing in the doorway, eyes wide open and her mouth hanging wide in shock. The sight of her nerdy best friend naked, fucking a cock reverse cowgirl style, and in the middle of an explosive orgasm seemed to have temporarily blown a fuse in her brain.

Velma opened her eyes as she came down from her climax and saw her awed friend in front of her. "Daphne!" Velma cried out as she wrapped her arm over her ample bosom and pulled off of Peter's still raging hard cock. As soon as her pussy left his cock and left it standing at full mast in front of the girls, Daphne let out another loud gasp.

Peter saw the redhead staring at his cock and sat up in the van. "Uh, hey, Daphne," he said with a smile. In the light of Daphne's flashlight, they could see Velma's pussy juices glistening on his cock and Daphne looked over to her naked friend.

"I'm sorry," Daphne said, finally finding her voice. "I heard some screaming and I thought that Velma was in trouble...."

"Did you catch the beast," Velma asked as she squinted at the flashlight and tried to hide her naked body.

Daphne continued to stare at the monster cock a few feet in front of her. "Yeah, Freddy and Shaggy have him pinned down. It turns out it was just another old guy in a monster suit again. They sent me to get some rope from the van." Daphne pursed her lips and gave a hint of a smile. "but it looks like Velma caught a real monster of her own. Yes, she did..."

"I... uh, I mean, we were just..." Velma stuttered as she tried to explain the situation to Daphne.

"I can see what you were doing, Velma," Daphne said as she leaned into the van. "That much is pretty... obvious." The whole time Daphne was speaking, she was eyeing Peter's cock. "I just never knew what a hottie you were." She glanced to the side to take in the sight of Velma naked, then she crawled into the van between her two sweaty friends. She pulled the van door shut and looked back to them. "I just have one question. Is this a private game or can anybody play?" As soon as she said this, she the bottom of her purple dress pulled her it up over her head, leaving her clad in only a pink pair of bra and panties and matching pink stockings.

"Daphne!" Now it was Velma's turned to be shocked by her friend as she watched the redhead strip in front of her. "What are you doing? What about Fred?"

"What Fred doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides," she said as she reached back and gripped Peter's rod, "I've never seen a cock that big before and I'm not going to let it get away before I have a chance at it." She stroked the cock, still slick with her friend's juices, and then laid down on the floor, laying her head on Peter's legs. "It looked like you were having quite a bit of fun when I interrupted you two. Why don't you show me what you can do with this thing, Velma?"

Velma looked nervous. Having sex with Peter was one thing, but doing it with her friend was quite another. She looked to Peter for help.

"Go on, Sexy," Peter said. This was more than imagined he was going to find here and he wasn't going to let an opportunity for a threesome with two of his childhood crushes get away. "Show her what a good job you can do with my cock."

Velma decided that if Peter was okay with it, she could be too and she laid down beside Daphne on the carpeted floor.

Daphne still had Peter's cock gripped in her hand and she tilted it towards Velma's face. "Here you go, Velma. Show me what you've got."

Cautiously, Velma wrapped her fingers around the cock again and slowly licked the head while she watched Daphne watching her. As she kissed the cock and tasted hr own juices on it, she saw her redheaded friend slowly slip her fingers under the waistband of her panties and begin pleasuring herself. Velma realized that being watched was kind of a turn on for her and she begin to suck on Peter's cock with more gusto while she listened to the moaning of the other two people in the van.

Daphne was playing with Peter's balls as Velma sucked him off and pulled her other hand out of her panties, her fingers still damp with juices. She reached across to her friend and began to run her hand over her globular tits.

Velma felt a electric tingle as Daphne began to caress her tits. She had never had any kind feelings towards her friend but she had to admit that it felt very arousing. As she looked over to the trim body of her friend, her eyes were drawn to her fine pair of breasts encased in her lacy pink bra. They weren't near as large as her own but they looked delicious at any rate. She kept her focus on the cock deep in mouth but reached across to Daphne's chest and gently pulled her bra strap off of her shoulder. The cup fell away to reveal a lightly tanned perky breast with a rosy pink nipple. Velma ran her fingers over the soft smooth skin of her friend's breasts and played with her pointy nipples.

Daphne moaned and then smiled at her friend as she scooted up closer to her and Peter's cock. The two girls' bodies were pressed up against each other now as the redhead joined Velma in sucking on the huge cock. There was plenty of room for one to suck on the head while the other slurped up and down the shaft, bathing it in their saliva. She moved her hand from Velma's huge breast slid it down her stomach. Her fingers easily slid into her friend's newly stretched and sopping wet pussy.

Peter propped himself up and watched the two girls as they sucked on his cock and began to fondle each other. After a blowjob, fucking Velma and now receiving a double blowjob, he was about to blow his load. The fact that the two girls had now begun humping each others legs and moaning loudly around his cock wasn't helping the situation any. He watched as they really started going to town on each other, grinding their pussies upon each other's thighs. He felt Daphne take his balls in her mouth once again and he knew that his time had cum. He leaned forwards and then grabbed the backs of each of the girls heads. "I'm gonna cum," he growled as he gripped their hair and felt his balls tense up.

Daphne eagerly opened her mouth in anticipation of his load and Velma quickly followed her lead and placed her head cheek to cheek with her friend as they continued to hump each other's thighs. Both of the girls tongues were lapping away at Peter's cock and they would run up against each other. As soon as the his cockhead began spewing its seed into the air, both of the girls tried to catch it on their tongues. Some of it did land in their mouths, but a majority of it splattered onto their faces and some in their hair. Velma's glasses were frosted with a good amount of cum and Daphne looked like she had one eye plastered shut by the gooey white cum. The two girls continued to increase the tempo of their grinding until booth of the girls embraced each other and began spasming in orgasm. After their climaxed subsided, they let go of each other and rolled apart, so that Velma's head rested on Peter's stomach and Daphne's rested on his thigh.

"Oh man, Peter," Daphne said as she licked away some of the seed from her lips, "that was a huge load." She ran her fingers across her cheek and gathered the splash of cum there before depositing the glob into her hungry mouth.




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Velma was silent as she caught her breath while she tried to take in everything that had happened. "That was amazing," she said, her hands running over her sexy sweaty body. "I've never felt anything like that before..."

"I think that I might have to change who I always go investigating with," the redhead said as she stretched and arched her back, thrusting her perky breast towards the van ceiling. "This was much better than sneaking away with Freddy, Velma."

The brunette blushed underneath her coating of cum at the compliment. "Thanks, Daphne." She turned her head towards Peter and asked, "What about you? Are you going to strike out on your own again or would you like to join our little group, Peter?"

Peter sat up and reached out to grab a handful of Velma pillowy tit as he thought about her offer. He looked at the two beautiful women lying in front of him and wondered if it might work. At least for while, it might. There was no real threat of danger. It wasn't like he would be hunting monsters on the Helllmouth, just old men in rubber suits. "I think I'd like that," he said and saw a wide grin blossom on each of the girls.

"That's great news," Daphne said as she leaned over to her friend and took a long lick of cum off of her cheek. "In fact I think that we should celebrate our new member joining with another session like the one we just had..." Daphne placed a hand on each on Velma's tits and squeezed them together. "Did you let Peter stick his cock between these amazing tits before he fucked you?"

"No," Velma said as looked at Daphne, like a student eager to learn from her teacher.

"Well, I think that's where we ought to start off then, What do you think, Peter?"

The thought of titfucking Velma's deep cleavage was so inviting that his semi-deflated cock began to twitch back to life, but before he could answer, the van's reardoors swung open again.

Unfortunately, this time they did not reveal a sexy Daphne, but a bewildered Shaggy and Scooby, who were taking in all the exposed flesh in the van, an old man in a monster suit, who was tied up with some curtain rope and one extremely pissed off Fred.

"Daphne!" he exclaimed as he saw his naked cum-frosted girlfriend and then he looked past her to see his nerdy friend in the same condition. "Velma?" He took a moment to linger on Velma's nude form and then looked up to Peter with a look of rage. "You!" Fred looked like he was going to climb into the van to kick Peter out, but both of the girls quickly scrambled between the two men.

"Fred! Don't!" Velma shouted as she blocked the way between them. "He didn't do anything!"

"Sure looks like he did something to me," Shaggy said as he peered around Fred to get a better look at the naked girls.

"Quiet, Shaggy," Fred and Daphne both said in unison.

"You can't hurt him, Fred," Velma said as she pleaded with him. "He's going to join our group! Then we'll have a real monster hunter on the team!"

Fred turned even redder when he heard this. "He's going to WHAT? No way!"

"Like, why don't we vote on it, Fred," Shaggy said.

Fred threw an angry look back at Shaggy and then said, "Fine. We'll vote on it. Who here says we toss this guy out of the van and drive off and never mention him again?" Fred immediately shot his hand in the air and glared at Shaggy letting him know to raise his hand too. Shaggy did, but no one else moved. "And who says we let him join the group, even though he obviously is more interested in exploring the bodies of Daphne and Velma than looking in an old mansion?"

Daphne and Velma raised their hands, and behind them Peter raised his also.

"You don't get a vote, Peter," Fred exploded. "That makes it two to two."

"I'll vote with the girls," the old man in the rubber suit said as he ogled them.

"You don't get a vote either!"

"What about Scooby," Velma asked. "He should get a vote too."

"All right. Scooby, how do you vote?" Fred could see that the dog was indecisive and tried to sway him. "If you vote with me, I'll give you a whole box of Scooby Snax..."

Scooby snapped his head towards Fred with his mouth drooling, but before he could vote, Daphne spoke.

"Scooby, if you vote to let Peter stay, I'll let you watch next time..."

The Great Dane's eyes went wide as he looked back towards Daphne. He didn't think long before he bark. "Ret Reter ray."

"What?"

"Like, I think he said, let Peter stay," Shaggy said.

"Ruh-huh," Scooby barked in agreement. Then he jumped up into the van and nuzzled up next to still naked Daphne.

Fred looked like he was about to snap. "Fine. He stays. Now do you girls want to move out of there so we can load this 'monster' into the back of the van?"

"We'd rather stay back here with Peter," Velma said. "Can't you fit him in the front seat?"

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The Mystery Machine sped down the dusty country road, with Fred, Shaggy and the old man in the rubber suit in the front seat, while Peter, Velma, Daphne had pulled some of their clothes back on and were all cuddled up in the back of the van while Scooby stayed close to Daphne. No one said very much until Fred saw a gas station in the distance.

"We're going to need to refuel the van at this gas station. Why don't the three of you use the restrooms to clean up. I can still smell what you did back there..."

When the van stopped each of the girls gave Peter a deep kiss. "See you in a minute, Stud," Daphne said before the two girls each went off to the ladies restroom.

Peter walked off in the other direction, to the men's room and went inside to wash off all of the sweat and juices from the nights activities. After he was all cleaned up, he left the restroom only to feel a sharp pain hit him in the back of his head. He collapsed to the ground and looked up behind him just in time to see Fred standing over him holding tire iron.

"That's what you get for fucking with my girlfriend," Fred said before Peter passed out.

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Peter woke up a bit disoriented between two dumpsters in the gas station parking lot. The sun was already was already up, meaning that he had been out for at least a couple hours. He checked the back of his head but there didn't seem to be any blood so he stood up, using the dumpsters for stability. As he staggered across the parking lot, he saw that the Mystery Machine was gone, so he headed into the gas station building.

There was a teenage boy at the counter so Peter asked him what had happened to the van.

"Oh, the one that the blonde guy was driving," the station attendant asked. "He left hours ago, and he seemed like he was in a big hurry, too. Was he a friend of yours?"

Peter gave a cross look to the attendant and then thought about how he might find the Scooby Gang when he had no idea where he was much less any idea where they were headed. Deciding that it was probably an impossible task to find them with no resources at hand, he just looked at the attendant again. 

"He was just somebody I was traveling with," Peter said. "You wouldn't happen to have a T.V. around here would you?"

To be continued...