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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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Chapter List
- 1-The Sexual Adventures of Faith Lehane
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- 11-11
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"Hi Faith," I turned, surprised at the voice.
It was Anya Jenkins; aka Anyanka - an eight-hundred year old ex-vengeance demon with the blood of thousands on her hands, owner of Sunnydale’s only magic sex shop and by the looks of it heading for the school library. I held out my arms and Anya gratefully deposited the books on my outstretched hands; Business for Beginners, Satanic Slave Mistressing and the latest Sweet Valley High novel – I’ll say this for Anya she’s got wide reading tastes. We started to head towards the library, as she conversationally said, "We don’t often see you in school."
Well, if that wasn’t a case of pot suggesting the kettle was less than sparkling white I don’t know what was. I mean Anya has got a worse truancy record than mine, though I suppose if you helped start the Russian Revolution learning about in school has to be pretty second rate.
However, she did have a point about me being in school and I blame Weasley, my new Watcher. He’s decided that as a Slayer I need a Liberal Education, as he says, unfortunately being English I don’t think he means a Socialist one. Cos that would be pretty cool, B has the ability to do my work and I have the need to sit around reading comic books. Instead by a Liberal Education he means this weird idea that learning is good for its own sake, I mean for Chrissakes, I always thought one of the benefits of being a Slayer is I didn’t need to worry about SATS and College and all that shit, as I’d be dead before I was twenty two. But no, not only does Weasley remind me that the average age of Slayers when they get the knife is nineteen, but that this is an excuse to not to become top of the class.
Personally I think he has an inferiority complex with English, who at least is able to tie his own shoe-laces without an instruction manual. And instead of facing up it to like a man, even a wimpy and weedy man, he’s trying to show who’s top Watcher through his Slayer. I mean English makes B run twelve miles in the morning, Weasley makes me run thirteen; B dusts a vamp, Weasley sends me out trying to find a mucus demon; B gets an A in her English Lit and Weasley sneaks into Snyder’s office to change my E- to an A+.
But, fuck it, any chance for a quiet life so I was turning up at school for a few days, hoping that Weasely would soon develop a new hobby; stamp-collecting, say, or jumping under trains…
"Yeah," I said to Anya, "I’ve got to bang up my grades before Harvard will accept me… And you? You’re in here less often than Bill is in Hilary."
She snickered, "I’m failing Math."
Now that was about as big a lie as when Hitler said he had no designs on Poland. Anya knows her figures, at least if you put dollar signs in front of them, her financial acumen makes Warren Buffet look like he’s got the money sense of Michael Jackson. Still, "I could offer you Weasley for extra tuition?"
Anya rolled her eyes, "Ex-vengeance demon, watcher. There would be blood. And as I’ve lost my powers most of it would be mine."
"Shame," I replied. You can’t blame a girl for trying, "You sure? He’s a real wimp, I’m sure you could take him."
"I’m good," said Anya. We halted in the school corridor just outside the library. The ex-vengeance demon looked around conspiratorially. There was no-one there, Sunnydale High may be plagued by demons, zombies and other socially inconvenient monstrosities, but in other ways it’s a normal High School; no-one hangs round the library unless they can’t help it, "I’ve come in for your help."
I was intrigued, "Have you accidentally lost a succubus?" I asked.
Anya frowned, "If I’d lost it would automatically be by accident, you can’t lose something on purpose otherwise you’d know where you lost it, so you should just say ‘Have you lost a succubus?’" she paused, "I haven’t. I need your help on something else… it’s more actually a service you can perform for monetary reward."
"Go on," it was obviously a big saving the world type service to part Anya from dollar bills.
"Well I still have my connections to the Demon Underworld. And they see everything, I mean everything," Anya said, leaning forward so no non-existent ear-wiggers could hear us, "Including about a certain Cordelia Chase’s career as a porn star."
If that the extent of what the Demon Underworld know they really need to get a better intelligence service. Any dork with an internet connection and a liking for hardcore porn could find Queen C movies and pics, even if she did use a dumb stage-name. I mean who calls themselves Charisma Carpenter…
"Anyway," continued the ex-Vengeance Demon, "I’m branching out into a line of experience stones, you use it and it’ll be like you’re there for the actual event; enjoying a medieval banquet, windsurfing in the Bahamas, the hardcore fucking of Sunnydale High’s most popular cheerleader."
I could see how that would be a big seller. It would revolutionise porn if only these stones could be used anywhere but Sunnydale, "How much are you thinking of paying Cordelia?" I asked, "Just out of interest."
Anya smiled, "As little as possible. I was hoping that I’d hire you and that you’d come to an arrangement with Cordelia; the Demonic Mafiosi suggested you were acting as her agent."
"Well, I’ve put a few jobs her way," I admitted. I grinned at Anya, "Let’s start haggling over my fee."
*
"I’m not sure I like this," whined Queen C as she stood shivering in a bikini in Sunnydale cemetery.
"They were nowhere near you," I brushed the dust from my jacket and indicated the two piles of dust which were all that remained of the two vamps. It was typical that they were sitting on the memorial bench where I’d arranged to meet Anya.
"Not them. You’re the Slayer its your job to stake vampires before they stick their fangs into leading ladies, " frowned Queen C, "I mean why am I here?"
"We’re making a porno," I frowned, "I was sure I mentioned that."
Queen C nodded, "You did. But I’m a serious pornographic actress. Why am I dressed in a bikini in the middle of a graveyard? What’s my motivation?"
None of us our really self aware, but Queen C thinking she was a serious actress took self deception to a level not seen since Elizabeth Berkley thought Showgirls was a hard-hitting exposé of Las Vegas burlesque. Still after dusting two vamps and not breaking a sweat I was in a good mood and decided to humour her, "What was your motivation in Anal Cheerleaders 15?"
"Well my long-term boyfriend was the star quarterback and his sexual frustration was impacting on his game. There was a grudge-match with our main rivals coming up and it was important Steve was at his best. So I opened my ass and took one for the team," Queen C said.
I looked at her blankly, if I remembered the dialogue in that one had consisted of Steve making a lot of grunts and Queen C screaming; "Fuck my ass," repeatedly and loudly.
"Okay, what was your motivation in Cum Gaggers 3?" I asked.
"Oh, this was exploring the competitive nature of dating in the modern school system," replied Queen C, "and how teenage girls, such as my character, are under pressure to conform to society’s dictates."
I frowned. I’d honestly thought it was just teenagers deep-throating a couple of large dicks so viewers could jack off to it. Queen C smirked, "So what is my motivation?"
"You’re motivation is that you’re being paid thirty dollars and if you don’t stop whining you’ll be over my knee for a spanking," I snapped. I have enough problems with B and Butt-fuck acting up at home, without Queen C acting like a prima donna as well.
Luckily for both my sanity and Queen C’s butt-cheeks Anya arrived, "Hi," she said cheerfully, "Ready to begin?"
I nodded, "We’re ready. But aren’t we waiting for some co-stars?"
"I’ve hired a couple of vamps, they should be here shortly," Anya nodded cheerily seconds before she noticed a pile of dust, "Oh…"
I shrugged, "Ah…I’m sorry. You should have said. I thought they were out for a bite, not Cordy’s fuck partners."
"Shit," said Anya with feeling.
I shrugged with that helpless feeling you get when you know something’s your fault, but don’t want anyone to know you know it’s your fault, "I could go and look if there’s any other vamps around. It’s a big cemetery, I’m sure I could round up a few."
Anya shook her head, "Wouldn’t work. By the time we found some, persuaded them that you’re not going to kill them, persuaded them not to eat Cordy it’ll be dawn before we get a decent scene in."
"Ah," I repeated, wondering if I should offer Anya a refund on her fee.
"I was planning for this to be a boy, boy, girl flick," said Anya, "but as we’ve staked the boys, well we’ll have to fuck her and make it a girl, girl, girl flick."
"Oh," said Queen C in annoyance.
"What?" I said sharply.
"It’s just I’d worked out my motivation based on it being me and two guys…" explained Queen C. She took a look at my face and decided for a common sense approach, "…but two girls will also work."
It looked like I wouldn’t have to give Anya a refund and I also got to double dip Queen C, so whilst the night had been bad for the vamps it looked like it was turning out good for me. As William Shatner said, ‘All’s well that ends well’.
Anya had dropped her back and was busy lighting some black candles and placing them on top of a tombstone. She looked up at me, "Don’t worry they’re not made from dead babies or anything," then she frowned, "at least I hope not as I got them from Walmart."
"I’m good, what you doing?" I replied. I guess if they had been dead babies I’d have had to do something, but I was pretty sure even Walmart wasn’t that evil.
"I’m preparing the ground," she fished a blue looking stone from her pocket and put it on the gravestone, "These damn things will only record on consecrated ground; I think I may have a dub batch. Now get undressed…"
"Cool," I replied, "Should we start with a bit of oral or we could do some spanking on the bench."
"Yeah, in a minute," replied Anya distractedly as she began to get naked. "We just need to go natural and chant to the spirit of the Great Old Ones and call on their evil powers."
I frowned, "I’m a Slayer. I’m not sure I should be calling out to, you know, evil Gods."
"It’s either that or I want a refund on my fee," replied Anya.
Put like that I couldn’t see calling out to evil Gods could really do that much harm. At least none I couldn’t handle. I hoped.
I gripped hold of Anya’s hand and she began the chant, "Oh Great Old Ones, grant me my wishes" she began and finished ten minutes later with, "could they make that really cute blue little dress, the one with the yellow polka dots, in my size, oh and put it in a half price sale."
There was a sudden yellow glow, so bright it was like looking into the explosion of a thousand suns. It only lasted a second, but it had me blinking for about half a minute, By the time I recovered the blue stone was humming gently and letting off a weird looking glow. Anya rubbed her eyes, "That’s it recording. We can edit out the bit where you stubbed your toe on the floor."
"It was dark and I couldn’t see," I explained.
There was a grunt from Anya, though I wasn’t sure whether it was in derision or agreement. In case it was the first reason, I decided not to say anything more; Anya can be bitch of the year when she sets her mind to it. And speaking of bitches, "C," I called, "Get your slutty tramp ass over here."
Queen C bounded over, her titties wobbling beneath her bikini top as if they couldn’t wait to escape. Anya stood beside me, "Nice," she said and reached out to squeeze the brunette’s hooters.
Looking like the Queen who’d got the Cat who’d got the Cream, the cheerleader giggled as the ex-vengeance demon gripped and groped at her large pair of mammaries. I stepped back and had a look; I’d never really looked at Anya before. I mean I’d defeated her evil plans for Sunnydale, done some business with her and stood chanting naked in a graveyard, but I’d never really looked at her. And when I did I have to say I liked the sight, she was just a bit the wrong side of slender, with a face that was interesting rather than attractive, but with a nice pair of large tits, a pussy that was known in the trade as fuckable and an ass so tight that it squeezed me just looking at it. Anya reached behind Queen C and undid her bra. The brunette simpered as it fell to the floor and Anya stepped back, admiring the cheerleader as I was admiring her. Her face briefly turned in my direction, an enigmatic smile on it, before turning back to Queen C, "Have you ever rubbed up against a gravestone to make yourself cum?"
"No , but I would have done if you asked me tomorrow…" said the super slut. Without any more prompting she peeled down her bikini thong and began to rub herself against the smooth marble of the nearest tombstone. I say this for Queen C, she’s a porn trouper, cold stone against her pussy must have been freezing, but she gave no sign of it as she ran her slit up and down the side of the marker. The memory stone’s light seemed to increase as Queen C moved, so that we had no trouble seeing how the naughty minx was wetting the tombstone with her pussy juice.
"Urrrmmm, mmmnnnhhh," moaned Queen C moving her cunt against the stone, "This is so goooooodddd."
I sat on the memorial bench, a slight breeze had blown the remains of the vamps away, as well as giving me goose-bumps. I shivered, I needed to warm up or risk having to explain to Weasley why I had frostbite on my intimate extremities. And as there was no St Bernard with his brandy flask, well I’d have to self-medicate. I slid a couple finger over my frozen slit and began to gently heat up my pussy lips. A warm tingling sensation began to form down my twat hole. I moved a couple of fingers down, the warm flesh closing round them. I moved quicker, feeling the warmth spread through me, a safe, comforting fire changing into an intense conflagration like an entire forest burning. Harder and harder I slammed my fingers into my cunt, beating against my clit until it was numb with pleasure and I was gasping, "Aaaarrghhh, God, yessssss," I gasped as warm liquid seeped from my hole.
In front of me, Queen C was gyrating harder and faster against the marble of the tombstone, rubbing her body all over it. She was at the front now, raising and lowering herself, so that I could see her ass seductively move, and below that a thin trail of liquid where her cummy cunt was trailing over the marble. Anya, who had never seen C perform live before, was entranced. Her fingers were rubbing the outside of her slit, as she stood watching and her nipples were hard, made erect by the teen temptress dirty dancing with the gravemarker, or perhaps by the cool breeze.
It was only fair as I’d just cum that I help Anya do the same. I moved behind the ex-vengeance demon and rested my head on her shoulder. She moaned and pushed herself back against me, so that her spine was sliding between my cleavage, pushing my titties apart and squashing into her. With another moan Anya moved her fingers from her pussy to run over mine; I didn’t complain, especially as she started to slide one in to my moist hole. In front of us Queen C got more and more excited, rubbing herself so hard it was like she was in a race against time. I reached out and tongued at the side of Anyanka’s throat. She pushed harder against me, stretching her body like she was made of elastic and pushing her digit deeper into me. It felt good and I was happy to return the favour.
I slipped a couple of fingers into her. Despite the chill air, her cunt was warm and I could feel my fingers heating up, becoming warmer and warmer with friction as I began to thrust them in and out of her cunt. The ex-vengeance demon was almost doubling over in pleasure as my tips hammered her clit, she gasped loudly in pleasure as drops of cum dripped from her cunt and spattered to the ground. Harder and harder I hit her like a Jack Nicholson knocking on a door with his hatchet.
"Aaarrrghhh, uuuurgggghhh, oooooohhhhhh, that’s it, that’s the spot," gasped Anya as my fingers drove her to fruition, "Aaaaarrrghhh, I’m cuuuummmmiiiiinnnngggg."
Her shriek of pleasure would have been loud enough to wake the dead, well it would have been if I hadn’t staked them earlier. Her body shook and shivered, quivering like my finger was an electric cattle prod and a jet of cum shot out from her pussy, creating a puddle on the floor in front of us. I slid myself out and suckled the cum off my finger; a flavour I hadn’t tried before.
"Whoo, I needed that," Anya stretched.
I shrugged, "Always happy to help…"
The Magic Box owner looked at Queen C and licked her lips, like an ex-vengeance demon presented with a box of candy. I knew what she meant, the cheerleader was now straddling a statue of a sitting cherubim and rubbing herself up its lap; I swear the angel’s marble face was wreathed in a smile. But while it was a turn on to watch C pleasure an inanimate object, it would be much more enjoyable for her to pleasure me.
I took Anya’s arm and grinned, "Let’s sit down."
Anya frowned, but as she saw me sit on the memorial bench and spread my legs, she quickly worked out I wasn’t suggesting we take a rest. I patted my thighs, "Come and sit here."
Anya sat on top of me and opened her legs exactly the same angle as mine so they were resting atop them and her pussy was positioned just above me. I called out, "C, pussy licking time."
Sunnydale’s top sex star pulled herself off, what must have been, a very disappointed cherub and turned to us. Her face displayed her normal wanton lust, mixed with confusion as she tried to decide whether to lap top or bottom pussy first. I could see that if I didn’t help her Queen C would be in difficulty all night, "Lick Anya and then when she’s cum, munch me."
Anya nodded, impressed with my selflessness. But truth told I knew C would manage us both without difficulty and also Anya would be rubbing down on me as she was licked; as a sacrifice going second wasn’t on par with disembowelling your first born. C had dropped to her knees between us, slobbering with lust.
"Eat it, eat me, eat me now," called Anya. Even without C’s tongue touching her she was shivering with excitement, the quivers in turn running up my body and sending shoots of ecstasy through me. I closed my eyes and relaxed. I didn’t need to see to know when C dipped her tongue into Anya. The ex-vengeance moved like a firecracker had been shoved up her cunt, slamming her ass back into me and screaming, "Yesssss, yessss, yessss…."
I moved my hands round so that I had clasped the back of Queen C’s head. Taking a firm grip I shoved her face deeper into Anya’s slit. The cheerleader’s slurps got louder and faster, as did the ex-demon’s squeals. I wasn’t complaining, as the closer the magic Box owner was to coming, the more she ground into me, rubbing her cute, ‘teenage’ bottom against my flesh.
"Yessss, yessss, yesssss…." screamed Anya. There was pause, where the only sound was C’s tongue lapping up the fresh pussy liquid, and then Anya screamed again, "Aaaaaaarrrghhhh, yessssss, aaaargggghhhh…."
The girl’s a squirter, I’ll say that. As she laid back against me, pressing me into the wooden slats of the bench, her pussy was pumping out an ocean of juice. C gamely struggled to swallow it up, but after the first gush, she sensibly decided she’s had enough and just let it rush over her, like a garden hose. More and more cum flooded out, until Queen C looked like a drowned clown, her hair plastered to her face and her eye shadow running all the way down to her chin. She ran her hand over her face, drying away a bit of the excess juice covering it and looked proudly up at Anya, "How was that?" she smiled.
"Not bad," Anya tried to appear blasé, as if she had just had her nails manicured, rather than her pussy so well munched she’d drenched the cheerleader. Not that I felt like correcting her, C is vain enough already, she doesn’t need to be told that she’s a top pussy eater as well.
Instead I pointed down at my own unlicked slot and with the right mixture of encouraging menace and sultry slayer said, "C…"
The cheerleader took the hint. She gave one more wipe of her face, leaving a smear of cosmetics across her face and then dived in like I was a half-price sale at the Malls most prestigious shoe store. There was no teasing, petting or preening as Queen C buried her face deeper in me than a serial killer’s latest victim. Her tongue pushed out, slashing around like it had lost control, though the way it flicked over my clit I guessed that the cheerleader still knew what she doing. I gasped and gripped round to push her head deeper, ramming her in so that I risked drowning her in my girl cum. On top of me Anya was shrieking with pleasure, bringing her thighs round to crush C’s cheeks together, making her look like a muff-diving chipmunk; it wasn’t pretty; but fuck, it’s like when you’re Mom gives you a brand new car for your eighteenth, you don’t complain that the wrapping paper the keys came in was a bit gaudy.
"Yesssss, that’s it, C, eat my cunt, eat my cunt, you fucking trampish whore," I groaned. The only thing keeping me on the seat was Anya’s weight grinding down on me. I squealed again, as C’s tongue hit my clit and sent a rush of electrons flooding to my brain and back, "Fuck C… fuck, fuck, fuck…"
C’s a natural. I mean don’t get me wrong Butt-fuck and B are still my favourites, and neither are going to get kicked out of bed anytime soon. But C has tongue skills that neither of them can match, she’s raw sex on a stick and I can see why she entered porn; any other career would be a crime …
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," I prayed, though I wasn’t sure what for. If it was for this feeling to go on forever he either doesn’t exist or he is wasn’t listening. If it was for the pleasure to be briefly magnified so that it was like a rocket exploding, brightly and briefly, well I may start going to church on Sundays, "Aaaaarrrrghhhhh."
I don’t pump like Anya, but there was still enough liquid coming out of my slit to flood the cheerleader’s mouth. She swallowed my girl juice and pulled back to lick her lips, "Yummy," C grinned.
"And that was only the appetiser," said Anya, before continuing the food metaphor by saying, "I hope you’ve room for more."
C’s smile was wider than the Grand Canyon as she watched Anya stand up and head over to her rucksack. I whistled my appreciation as the ex-vengeance demon pulled out a pair of humongous strap-ons. Each must have been at least twelve inches long, and if it wasn’t a foot thick, well it wasn’t going to be mistaken for a pencil either. For a brief second C’s smile faded to be replaced by shock, but pro that she was it was only fleeting. Anya past me one of the dildos and I slid it up my thighs. Anya did the same.
Suddenly she put her arm round my shoulder and pulled me to stand next to her, then with her spare hand she gripped my dildo like it was weapon and lifted it up, "Demon dildos – only available from the Magic Box, Sunnydale…"
She let it go and smiled at me as I looked at her blankly, "Product placement," she explained, "It’s in all the movies now."
Probably in a more subtle way, but I didn’t say anything. If Anya thinks grabbing my rubber dick and waving it a magic stone is going to increase her sales, well its not my business and who knows – she may have the business sense to be the next Bill Gates. Though, in my view, she’d sell more if she was to demonstrate them. Luckily, Queen C was off the same opinion. The cheerleader was leaning against a mausoleum wall, rubbing her cute slit and licking her lips with anticipation, "Are you going to stick those big boys in my teeny-weeny cunt?" she asked with a seductive move of her eyebrows.
"One of us, the other has other hole," replied Anya, before turning to me, "Cunt or ass?"
I’d have preferred ass, but politely shrugged, "I’ll let you choose…"
It didn’t surprise me when Anya said, "I’ll take her butt…"
Queen C stopped fondling her pussy and instead dropped to her knees in front of Anya. Opening her mouth the porn star took as much of the cock in her mouth as her jaw would take, which wasn’t much. Even with Anya taking the back of C’s head and pushing her down the dildo the cheerleader couldn’t take more than half; next time I hear someone saying C has a big mouth I’ll be able to tell them it not big enough. Anya tried to feed it in further, choking C as she did so. I grimaced, it was going to be a tight fit in C’s ass, in fact I suddenly glad I’d got the pussy as I wasn’t sure her ass would be big enough to take it. Finally Anya decided that C had swallowed as much of the large rubber dong as she was going to manage. She pulled out the cock and turned to me, "Do you want to get her going and I’ll take her ass once she’s in a rhythm?"
I nodded and snapped my finger at C, "Here slut," I called.
I lay down on a marble gravestone, God it was cold. But at least I didn’t get grass up my ass and the path was made of gravel so it would have been even worse. Still as I shivered beneath the moonlight, I cursed whichever witch had the stone; couldn’t they have designed one that would work in nice comfortable bedrooms? C crouched over me, resting her slit on the tip of the cock; she looked nervous, but I needed some warmth and the only way I could see myself getting it was if I had a cheerleader bouncing on top of me.
I reached up and held Queen C’s waist, my eyes locked into hers and I grinned confidently, "You can take it, slut."
C nodded and tried to give a confident smile. I could see if action wasn’t taken soon we’d be hear all night. I was just about to take the action when Anya took it for me. When she said she was going to wait for a rhythm I guessed that meant when C was actually moving, I guessed wrong. In Anya-land rhythms include sitting stock-still.
"Yaaaarrrgghhh," gasped C as Anya came behind her and started to push the dildo in. As I guessed it wouldn’t fit, the tip sliding in and then the rest jamming in the cheerleader’s ass. But Anya wasn’t a quitter, she continued to push. The dildo moved slightly, as did C – right down onto my dildo, "Aaaarrrghhhh," she squealed.
I gripped C tight and dragged her down further. My strap-on slowly disappeared up her twat. The cunt opened and gripped the dildo sides, juice leaking down the rubber to drip onto my flesh. I started to lift my pelvis, pushing the toy in further. C’s eyes were widening, though not as wide as her cunt, as it gradually took the monster. Behind her Anya was still shoving, lowering herself slowly on top of Queen C’s back, "Eeeiiiieeee," shrieked the cheerleader.
I’ll say this for Queen C, she wasn’t a quitter. She twisted and shuddered, working herself up and down, her face showing the strain. And slowly, like a snail under anaesthetic, me and Anya filled her up.
"Aaaarrrghhh," the porno cheerleader squeaked through her clenched teeth, "I think we’re almost there."
I let my body relax and fall back onto the marble. The cock slid out of C’s slit, wet with her juice, as for a few seconds she hovered above it. Anya body hammered into her and C was driven down again, the hard dildo ramming back into her twat with a slurping, explosive sound. It was drowned out by Queen C’s orgasmic cry, "Yeeessssssss, fill me."
I lay back and let Anya do the work. The ex-vengeance demon raised herself and slammed down like she was pick-axing a road as part of a chain gang. I don’t know what the blow felt like to C, but the reverberations rippled through the cheerleader and into me like a tidal wave. I could feel my titties bounce like a pair of blancmanges on a plate. And even as mine were bouncing I could feel C’s larger pair slapping into me like boxing gloves, followed by her full weight as the dildo slammed into her ass.
"Aaarrghh," I cried as my dildo pushed into my pussy. C’s cry was even louder and so high-pitched I swear a distant werewolf answered with a mating yowl, "AAAAaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhh."
Even as she shredded my ears I couldn’t blame her. Anya obviously hadn’t lost all her demonic strength when she was made mortal, as she hammered into C with a supernatural fierceness. I’d never thought the dildo would fit in the cheerleader’s ass, but I’d reckoned without either Anya’s determination or C’s flexibility. I guessed the cock would be ruining the cheerleader’s butt. Luckily I had some Slayer Healing Cream I could let her have; though from the screams of pleasure Queen C was giving I don’t think she was thinking about the future state of her bottom.
I lay back and enjoyed it.
The harder Anya fucked, the more C hammered it to me and the more the pleasure built up. Normally I’d be sweating, but as I wasn’t do anything apart from making sure C remained impaled on my dildo, I was hardly exerting myself. In fact the marble at my back was a bit cold. But Queen C and Anya were perspiring like Arctic explorers in the desert, great rivulets of sweat rolling down their naked bodies, depositing on the marble or me. And it was mixed with girl juice, lots of its, mine, C, Anya’s – all sliding from our pussies to mix together and slither over our bodies.
"Aaaarrrrghhhhh," screamed C as she came like Santa Claus at Christmas, "Aaaaaarrrghhhhh."
"Don’t stop," I instructed Anya, I hadn’t cum myself and didn’t want the ex-vengeance demon thinking that just because C had gone off like a rocket that she could stop.
"O…kay… carry… on…" panted Anya and continued to hit C’s butt.
The teen brunette slammed harder onto me, the dildo whacking up her cunt, but pushing down on my clit at the same time. More cum seeped from my slit; I gave a satisfied moan and squeezed at C’s waist. With two large cocks in her she hardly noticed my fingers…
"Harder, harder," I ordered as the pre-orgasm feeling began to creep up within me.
Anya grunted and pressed herself deeper and faster into C, the tremors slicing through C like cheese and transferring themselves to me. I felt the warm feeling within me getting hotter and hotter, until like a volcano loosing its top, I came, "Oh…..yesssssss, arrrrgghhhh."
Anya pulled out of C. The cheerleader said something half-way between an oath and groan, before sliding down my dildo to lie on top of me. I lay quietly, breathing heavily, as the orgasmic feeling slowly dissipated. After a few moments I pushed C up, she was like a rag doll and whilst I got her to stand, it was only briefly, before she tottered over like the town drunk to collapse on the memorial bench.
I forced myself to stand. A slight breeze was blowing and I could see a few of the ashes of the vampire’s blowing away. I looked over at C, lying face down on the bench, her ass as open as Toys ‘R’ Us at Christmas and grinned, all’s well that ends well, as they say; unless you were one of the vamps.
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The Sexual Adventures of Faith Lehane