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The Sexual Adventures of Faith Lehane	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 87735 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I always felt a bit guilty about kicking out Xan without his pants after taking his virginity. Not that he didn’t enjoy it; the fucking I mean, I guess he was pretty pissed off that he found himself standing in his boxers outside my room. And when I say guilty I don’t mean lying awake at night, unable to sleep, crying sort of guilty – I ain’t like that. Fuck ‘em dry and leave them that’s me with the boys. No, it was more a ‘I should have kept him around for another bout’ sort of guilt.
I mean the guy was hung… if Her Royal Bitch had known the length and girth that Xan packed beneath his girlie exterior she’d have been walking with a limp to school each day. I mean it came as a surprise to me, and I’ve seen them big. But Xan must have been twelve inches; he had the type of cock you only see in porno. Of course it wasn’t only size, but for a virgin he was damn fine with technique as well. After a few well-meaning hints from me, he got into what he was supposed to do with it. I swear I haven’t screamed that much since Mom caught me making out with her boyfriend.
And Xan had been pretty good about it (at least once he got his pants on and stopped hammering at the door), no whiney phone calls at 2am, no gifts of cute, fluffy teddy bears or looking moonfully at me as I kicked the shit out of a punchbag. Just a fuck and forget.
Which is all a long way of saying that I had decided to get over my guilt and give Xan the ride of his life. Now don’t get me wrong, pussy is fucking fine. But every now and then a girl needs a real bit of cock rather than rubber. And cos B had been doing so good with her training I decided to let her have it. Sure; I’d get some as well, but it was Xan and B I was thinking off.
And Dawnie off course. There she was one night fucking B’s ass and screaming "Take it you bitch dyke," when I suddenly realised I’d been neglecting my sisterly duty. Sure it was great she could ride B like a bronco and her dping skills meant sharing Butt-fuck was a treat. Still, she was a lesbian by accident; she’d never had a man. In theory that meant she was a virgin… admittedly it was a nuttier theory than the moon being made of blue cheese. And, okay, there was some risk – it might be that Dawnie discovered she preferred men and then I’d have the house being stunk up with jock straps and unwashed socks. But, a big sis has to do what a big sis has to. Anyway with one cock and three pussies, there was bound to be some muff munching going on as well.
I mentioned it to Dawnie. She wasn’t too keen, both about having Xan and also letting B have him. In fact it took some persuading, and in the end outright blackmail. I had to agree instead of taking both Butt-fuck’s holes for her daily dp, we’d both take her ass together. Hey, now I think of it that wasn’t a bad fuck, though Butt-fuck could hardly walk for the rest of the night.
Talking of Butt-fuck, there’s little a man likes less when gangbanging a couple of daughters is for Mommy to come in with soda and cookies. To take care of that little problem I’d dressed Butt-fuck in her sluttiest clothes, put her on a Greyhound to LA and told her I was expecting a thousand dollars when she returned Monday. I’m not a complete bitch, so I stuffed a jumbo pack of rubbers in her bag. Unluckily it wasn’t until she’d driven off I remembered to tell her to charge double for anal.
Hooking Xan was easier than stuffing a giant dildo up Harm’s ass; and that’s pretty easy. I just invited him to join me and B on patrol. If Xan’s brain was as big as his cock he’d have worked out I had ulterior motives, cos I never invite him anywhere and B and me never patrol together (not since she caught me fucking her Mom and even now she’s Dawnie’s slut puppet I still haven’t got back in the habit. Though now I think off it, I should, I can just imagine B bare-assed in the graveyard whilst I shove my stake up her). Back to Xan, I think he only accepted cos he’s been sweet on B for years, which is nice if also hinting when he grows up he’s all set to become Mr Creepy Stalker. Anyway to cut a long and boring story short we dusted a couple of vamps, rescued a virgin from a demon and all in all set the world to rights…ya-de-yah-de-yah. And cos it was early B invited Xan home for a cup of cocoa and some home-made cake (you think I’m making this shit up, but fuck me, in between getting her ass rammed B’s taken up fucking bakery).
So there we were sitting on the sofa drinking hot chocolate whilst Xan devoured B’s cake, when Dawnie arrives in the room. It was lucky Xan didn’t have any cake in his mouth at the time or I’d have to do the Heimlich manoeuvre. Still he did go a sort of purple and make some choking noises. Can’t say I blamed him; if I hadn’t been aware of the plan I’d have been making some noises myself. I mean, when your friend’s sixteen-year old kid sister comes in wearing a nightie that doesn’t quite cover her naked slit; well it kinda makes an impression on you.
"What you doing?" asked Dawnie. She sat on the chair opposite Xan and accidentally spread her legs.
"N…N…nothing," lied Xan as he was obviously staring at Dawnie’s twat.
"What’s that lump in your pants?" asked Dawnie innocently. Fuck, either the girl needs to brush up on her biology textbooks or she has been watching way too many porno flicks. Given the way she moved forward to get a better look, showing off the tops of her titties; I was going to bet on the latter.
"N…N… nothing," Xan was starting to sound like a broken ventriloquist’s dummy. He looked around for a cushion to place over what had rapidly become a mini-mountain.
Dawnie beat him to it, "Let me have a look," she simpered. Yeah, we’ll be cutting down on your porn intake, I thought. Xan looked around for help, reassurance or a bucket of iced water. None was to hand. His face looked like he’d discovered a spider in his sandwich as Dawnie teased down his zip.
"Are they all this big?" she gasped as his dick sprang free. I was mixed on whether she’d got that line from porn or whether she was genuinely impressed. B certainly was, as she dropped the piece of cake she was polishing off and greedily licked her lips wondering why she hadn’t gone for Xan before.
I didn’t want Xan getting too bigheaded, if his head expanded at the same rate as his cock we wouldn’t have been able to get him through the door. So I sniffed and said "I’ve seen bigger."
B and Dawnie ignored my comments. I mean anyone would think the way B was salivating she hadn’t seen a prick before. Dawnie hadn’t off course, but still she was learning fast, running her hand up and down it and making cooing noises. Xan on the other hand wasn’t sure whether all his birthdays had come at once or he’d slipped into a separate hell dimension populated by nympho succubi. B helped him decide by slipping over and undoing the final button on his jeans.
"W…what…" said Xan. Dawnie ran her tongue up his prick as B struggled to remove his pants. I bit into slice of cake; I have to say it B’s a pretty good cook. As no-one answered Xan asked again, "W…w…what."
Given what Dawnie was doing with her tongue I thought it was pretty obvious. Still Xan in confused mode is even more irritating than normal. I sucked the chocolate of my fingers and went over to shut him up. It was tempting to slap him or perhaps a gag, but it was too early for that type of kink. Instead I straddled him and forced my lips against his. It was pretty one-sided at first; what with Xan flailing his arms around in his best windmill impression and making a sound like a dying whale. God, I mean Xan is so thick he makes the Cordettes look like contenders for Harvard. I persisted, pushing my tongue down and forcing open his mouth. Eventually he got the hint and whilst his eyes rolled from side to side like he’d got cerebral palsy as it least I was able to keep him quiet. That done I reached down and ripped open his shirt. Buttons flew everywhere, pinging across the room like shrapnel.
The best that can be said of Xan’s chest is that if it not a six-pack its probably a four pack. And if it isn’t as hairy as a baboon ass it means at least you can lick it without pulling hair out of your teeth for days after. Which was good for B, as she stuffed her head in between me and Xan, without as much as an ‘excuse me’ and started to tongue his ‘pecks’.
I climbed off Xan, as I could do without having my rib cage battered into submission by B’s thick skull. Anyway as Xan was by now naked I thought the least I could do was show him my tits. By the time my T-shirt and bra was off Dawnie had Xan’s cock in her mouth. She was slurping away merrily as Xan choked and gargled like it was him who had the prick in his mouth. I was fucking glad when B decided to shut him up with a bit of mouth to mouth.
Down below Dawnie was getting really carried away, her head was bobbing more than apples at Halloween. But whilst blowjobs are fine I hadn’t brought Xan over so Dawnie could suck him off. She needed to get some cock in a different hole.
"Hey Dawnie, that’s enough, you’ll wear it away," I lifted Dawnie’s head from his cock and helped her up. Obligingly B slid down his chest far enough to take it in one hand. I frowned at her, before turning to Dawnie.
"Turn around and bend over," I said.
"I’m too old to be spanked," answered Dawnie, misreading my attentions. God, I love Dawnie, but there is a Summer’s stupidity gene I swear.
"I’m not going to spank you," I replied, before murmuring so quietly that Xan couldn’t hear, cos he thought things were weird enough, "It’s only B and Butt-fuck who get spanked."
That brightened Dawnie and she did as requested. Taking hold off her I guided her backwards, until we bumped into B’s ass. I turned, "B, could you get off him."
Sulkily B complied, I just haven’t got the tone that Dawnie does. Xan had a brief few seconds to be surprised, before I positioned Dawnie so her virgin ass-hole was over his cock. I gripped his member with one hand, whilst with the other I encouraged Dawnie down. There was girlie squeak; that was Xan. Dawnie managed an ‘ooomph’ as the prick went up her back passage.
"Now that’s better isn’t it?" I asked.
"Mmnnnn," replied Dawnie.
I leant down and made some adjustments to her position before I gave Xan a stern look, "You’re supposed to do something, not sit there with a silly grin. Oh and grab her tits – she likes… I’m sure will like that."
Xan began to thrust upwards, pawing at Dawnie’s tits like they were elastic bands. It was a start I suppose. And Dawnie didn’t seem to mind as she let loose a series of high pitched squeals and began to bounce like she was a beach ball. Her nightie rode up to her midriff leaving plenty of room round her cunt. I mean what’s a girl to do in a situation like that but give her adopted sis a bit of a pussy licking. I dropped down and drove my tongue at Dawnie’s slit.
"Oh yesssss," gasped Dawnie as I munched her muff and Xan buggered her ass. I could see her point, it was kinda of fun dipping into her sweet juicy box, whilst Xan’s balls slapped against her ass just inches from my face. And she is tasty as well, definitely a different from her Mom – more coffee like. I clipped her clit, as she moved up and down. There was another shriek. I hit it again, with the same reaction, "Oh… my…God," she managed to gasp.
That said I could sense B was getting restless. And a restless Slayer can cause all sorts of havoc. I pulled myself away from Dawnie’s snatch. From the look on her face Xan was able to satisfy her. B on the other hand was almost jumping from foot to foot in impatience. She’d sensibly taken her enforced break to mean she should get naked, apart, for some reason, her trainers and white socks.
"Come here B," I gestured her over. Dawnie was a feast for Xan’s cock, now me and B could give him a feast for his eyes.
I grabbed B and kissed her passionately. It gave me something of a problem. I’ve never made out with B before, I’ve dped her ass, deep-throated her and whipped her soundly, but never planted my lips on hers. Trouble is the girl is one fuck of a good kisser – I mean my toes literally curled. She did something with her tongue that sent shivers through me and her lip control was perfect, matching my movement in some sort of slurping contest. But she’s Dawnie’s bitch and regular make-out sessions would spoil all the training Dawnie’s put in. Still when I think back to how her titties bounced against mine as we sucked the breath out of each other, it does kinda make me damn horny. Anyway enough of my probs…
So there we were me and B swapping spit and bashing titties, with my hands fondling her ass. And beside us Dawnie was whirling her legs whilst Xan fucked the life out of her ass. It couldn’t last.
"Fucking hell," Xan squeaked and relaxed. There was a groan from Dawnie as she sunk into him.
I reluctantly broke my kiss, "Someone cum?" I asked mischievously.
Dawnie grinned and levered herself up, "Yeah," she turned round and showed us her battered ass. It was red from where Xan’s thighs had been slapping into, but what made me proud was the way she held apart the gape, so that me and B could admire the cum trickling from her open hole. It made me think I could do with some of that goo myself. The only problem was that Xan was as limp as a one legged man.
I reached down and pulled him up.
"I’m exhausted," whined Xan.
"Not for long," I said and dropped to my knees. My tongue reached out and ran over his flaccid dick taking in the salty taste of his cum. For a few seconds it resisted my attention, before suddenly deciding this was good and becoming as stiff as a wooden leg. I ran my tongue over the blue-threaded veins, looking up at Xan as I did so. His mouth was open so far he could have swallowed a baseball. And speaking of open mouths I opened mine, sliding it down over his cock.
"Man, this is weird," Xan shook his head in confusion and placed his hands on my shoulders.
It was lucky he couldn’t see what I could or his weirdness quota would have zoomed. Dawnie was lying back on the sofa, with her legs spread up and apart. B was kneeling between them slurping Xan’s cum out of her sister’s asshole. Her tongue pushed in and came out with his white sticky goo, which she swallowed like a pro. Dawnie winked at me and I winked back. Gently taking hold of Xan’s waist I swivelled him round enough that to see them he have to do an exorcist and twist his head in a circle. I mean, the way B was reaming her sister was so hot if Xan saw it he’d be wanting to pump B in no time and I’d decided it was me next: B would need to wait her turn.
Still watching B’s tongue dart in inspired me into giving Xan, what I can modestly say, was the best blow I’ve ever given. His eyes were rolling about his head like they were marbles and he was holding my shoulders so hard that it actually hurt; fuck, I’m a Slayer – we don’t feel pain like normal people. The only problem was I don’t have clit at the back of my throat, so whilst he was getting off I wasn’t. I pulled back my head and stood up.
"I haven’t blown yet," whined Xan like he was five year old girl.
I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, showing him my thong and wiggling my ass, "I know."
I couldn’t see his face, but I heard an audible grunt. I was reckoning his prick wasn’t yet ready to fall asleep. My thong came down and I artistically flicked it so it landed on a lampshade.
"My… what… God," said Xan, incoherent as normal. Though he has a point, my pussy and ass are off porn star standard and you’d have to be a queer as Doogie Howser MD not to want to stick your dick in them.
I slid one of my legs onto the sofa, balancing with the other and bent forward. I slid my hands down to my pussy and pulled it apart, "Come and get it," I purred.
For once Xan got what was being said straight away. He grabbed my waist and seconds later I could feel his large dick sliding into my wet twat. Jeez, I’ve had some big things up there in my time, but he stretched me like I was B’s ass and a baseball. Not that I’m complaining, better a tight fit than a teeny cock that whacks around your hole like a pencil in a coffee mug. Anyway I was juicing up nicely, allowing him to slide in and out of me without friction burns and as he hammered away my pussy walls moulded themselves to fit his cock like slamming a finger in play dough.
"Fucking hell," I gasped as his cock hit my clit. He’s either been practising or someone’s spiked my drink with ‘luck potion’ or unlikeliest of all he actually remembers what I told on him on our last fuck. Last time he didn’t even realise girls could cum, this time he’s whacking my clit like a fucking hammer. And he ain’t being gentle, no slow, la-di-dah sensitivity from him; just hardcore, slamming. The way he was thudding into me I could see I was going to have bruises tomorrow – though from what my twat was telling me - it was going to be worth it.
I was just starting to get used to his dick, when I felt something touch my pussy. It was a tongue. Now unless Xan’s become Mr Elastic it wasn’t him. Which left two alternatives. I tried to move my head, but whoever it was had positioned themselves so that to see them I’d have to drop contact with Xan’s prick; and that wasn’t a sacrifice I was prepared to make just to satisfy my curiosity. Whoever it was one hell of muff muncher – which didn’t narrow it down – as they whacked my cunt with their tongue before burrowing like a mole into me, smacking their lips together with mine like it was a fucking kissing contest.
"Fuuuuccckkkk….." I screamed. Who would have believed that Xan would actually make me cum. The best I was expecting of tonight was a slight feeling of pleasure, like a warm bath, not a replay of Hiroshima in my cunt. I mean; if I’d been a cartoon my hair would have shot up and I’d be twiddling my toes whilst levitating two feet off the ground.
I’ll say this for Xan, he may have the brains of an ox, but he’s got the stamina of one as well. I mean the way he was hammering me, there was no let up - I’d be walking so bow legged that I could audition for a part in High Noon. I really was starting to think that the boy must be a male equivalent of a Slayer. By now your average man would have slowed down, but Xan was still whacking me like he was Woody Woodpecker on speed. And whoever was doing the licking deserved an gold star for rug eating.
That mystery was solved as Dawnie took a seat in front of me; it must be B who was lapping away. Even as I glanced at Dawnie she spread her legs and slid a dildo into her slit, working it away like she was Geppetto carving Pinocchio. I tried to say, "Go for it Dawnie," in encouragement. Only trouble was that Xan chose this time to drill my clit into another orgasm. So it came out as "Go… for…it… fuuuucckkkinnng, aaaaarrggghhh, Daaaaawwwnnniiee," as Nagasaki bloomed within me.
I don’t know whether it was my screaming which pushed Xan over the edge, but barely had I finished yelling, when there was a triumphant cry from Xan as if he’d come first in the egg and spoon race. Warm, sticky cum shot into my pussy. God knows where he kept it all as it raced up my twat and then trickled down, dribbling down my slit and onto my legs.
He gave a groan and staggered backwards, "I’m… deadbeat."
"You haven’t done Buffy yet," said Dawn chirpily.
"I can’t… too… tired," Xan wimpishly sat down on one of the sofas.
"We’ll give you five minutes," after the orgasms he’d just given me I was feeling well disposed to him, "B get on your back."
B had stopped tonguing me as soon as Xan had come. Tiny speckles of cum had spattered her face; she’d obviously being trying to catch some of the sperm that was meant for my cunt – greedy little slut. She looked at me and then Dawnie. Dawnie gave her a stern look, luckily Xan had his eyes closed and was murmuring something incoherent about being sore. Cheeky bastard he hadn’t just had a fucking log up his cunt; if anyone was aching it was me. Anyway B swivelled to lie down on her back. If she wanted to take Xan’s cum she’d just have to lick it from me. I slammed myself down on her face, "Lick it up B," I grinned.
B’s greedy tongue swung into action. She’s much better than a warm sponge for after-fucking cleaning. Fuck; the way she licked clean those little tadpoles I needn’t have gone for the pill after all, I don’t think one remained in me by the time her tongue had done its work. Dawnie was obviously feeling that a dildo just wasn’t good enough, or perhaps seeing her bitch washing my cummy slot felt that a bit of me seemed like a good idea. She stood in front of me and pulled apart her cunt, "Come on Auntie Faith, have some of this."
Who can resist sixteen year old pussy; not me that’s for sure. I’d had a taster earlier, but now I went it for the full treatment, burying my face in her cute cunt like I was gong for Olympic Gold. So there we were B eating me, me eating Dawnie and Dawnie sucking her juiced up dildo; now if that didn’t wake up Xan’s manhood, fuck knew what would. Still, that could wait for a few minutes as I got the full flow of Dawnie’s cum; she wets up like she’s in a shower – producing more juice than Del Monte. And what B was doing with her tongue is probably illegal in most states; if it was a competition it would be hard to judge who was getting the best licking, me or Dawnie. B’s tongue prodding was pushing me to new heights, especially as I hadn’t recovered from Xan’s atomic bombing. I screamed in pleasure, ripping the hot air into Dawnie’s slit. Dawnie in turn let loose like a fucking banshee, "I’m cumming," she shot out her juice like a garden hose, drenching me and B in its sticky warmth.
We looked a state, covered in both girl and boy cum, our sweaty hair awry. Orgies, they don’t do much for personal hygiene!
There was a grunt from Xan. I turned my head, he was standing up. Luckily for him and B his cock had returned to attention. I got off B’s face and grinned, "B’s turn now Xan."
"Fuck her tight little ass," Dawnie jumped from foot to foot in excitement.
"Yes, fuck my ass," agreed B.
I nodded, "Bang that ass."
"Anal it is, then," Xan saw that he didn’t have any option, though from the grin on his face if he’d had the casting vote I still think B’s butt hole would have been stretched. B got onto her hands and knees. She gave a deep groan as Xan entered her pushing his cock in so deep I thought his balls were going to follow, "Oh fuck that virgin ass," he groaned.
Luckily he didn’t see my look of disbelief. B’s ass has had more use than Wal-Mart; it’s only copious amounts of Slayer Healing cream that keeps it so tight and not sagging like Hilary Clinton’s tits. Gripping B’s sides Xan began batter her back door; and as I knew it didn’t take much in her ass for B to screaming like a maniac. But there was no way she was going to have all the fun. Dawnie lay beneath her and opened her legs. B knew what to do and buried herself between her sister’s thighs, sucking at her clit and waggling her face from side to side, whilst making some weird muffled screaming noise.
If Xan thought it was strange that the elder Summers was munching her younger sister, he didn’t mention it. Perhaps because given that he’d already fucked Dawnie with B looking on that seeing the two of them at it wasn’t that much of a leap. Or perhaps it was because I was partially blocking his view. I’d climbed onto B back and was rubbing my pussy across her stretched spine whilst dividing my tonguing time between B’s ass crack and licking Xan’s cock. It pumped in and out, well lubricated by my tongue.
"I’m gonna cum," warned Xan.
"Not in her ass on her face," yelled Dawnie. B rapidly positioned herself in a begging position as Xan stroked his cock the last few times. The gooey sperm shot out like a blunderbuss, coating B’s face in white. It dripped down as me and Dawnie took a cheek each and began to lick it clean. It tasted almost as good as Dawnie juice.
Suddenly I remembered Xan was just standing there. I sprang to my feet and gathered up his clothes, thrusting them in his arms, "Bye Xan."
"Huh…" Xan continued to be slower on the uptake than Dopey when he walked in on a naked Snow White playing with a candle.
I gripped his arm in a lock and marched him towards the front door, "Bye Xan. See you later. Thanks for the fuck."
I slammed the door and looked as Dawnie slid a finger down to B’s gaping asshole. Yep, the cum covered blonde did look like she needed a couple of rubber cocks before we went to bed…
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