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The Sexual Adventures of Faith Lehane	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 87740 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-The Sexual Adventures of Faith Lehane
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
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"Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?" asked Weasley.
As we were in the middle in a graveyard waiting for a bloodsucker with a fetish for cheerleaders with extra lashings of Mayo (non-garlic) I’d rather he didn’t. It got worse as he continued, "Thou art more lovely and more temperate."
I’d have more seen myself as a Winter evening outside a log cabin, icy calm outside, with a raging fire inside – anyway I always think redheads and blondes are more summery.
He put his fingers together and stared into the starry sky, "Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May…"; it was April.
"And Summer's lease hath all too short a date."
"I’m gonna rip off your head and feast on your heart" that was the Vamp we’d been hunting. Buffy and Giles had acted like beaters sending our prey straight towards us. I was ready, springing into killing action as the fanged fucker came forward with his fingers bent like hooks and his face contorted like an advert for haemorrhoid cream, "I’m gonna split you like a puppy."
"Yep, fuckwad, you’re so ugly I might just let you."
"Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines."
"Die, Slayer, die."
"Hey, who’s laughing now…"
"And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;"
"This is getting dumb."
"I eat Slayers…"
"And every fair from fair sometime declines,"
"You’re breath stinks ugly" (this was me speaking).
"Aaaaarrgghhh"
I withdrew my stake from the rapidly sprinkling ash and turned to Weasley. If anything he was even worse that English. I mean at least English squawks and claps his hands, before running round in a circle like a decapitated chicken when I toast a vampire. Weasley was still letting loose his poetry, "By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd."
"We can go now," I interrupted him. Weasley jumped like a hand had come from under the tombstone he was sitting on and grabbed his ass. I repeated myself, even if he only had a cheap empty flat to go home to I had left Butt-fuck and Harmony tied over the kitchen table with a pair of cucumbers up their asses; if I didn’t hurry home Dawnie and Will would be having them all to themselves.
"Faith," he said in his normal tone that mixed sanctimony and stupidity, "In case you’ve forgotten we’re out hear hunting a particular nasty case of Vampiricus Sapiens."
I try to be patient with Weasley, in the same way I don’t go out of my way to pull faces at imbeciles in the local loony hospital. But sometimes it’s hard - in both cases. I tried not to let my irritation show, "I’ve already staked it Mr Wyndham-Price," I said politely, though I ruined it by saying a little too loudly, "Idiot."
Luckily as well as being a dreadful poet (I mean what does, ‘By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd’ mean?) Weasley has the senses of that deaf, dumb and blind kid, but without his pinball skills. He frowned, unable to pick up what I had said, I gave him one of my dazzling smiles, the one that make English suspect I’ve sold my soul to the devil, "I was just saying I dusted it."
"Oh," said Weasley suddenly aware of the pile of dust next to my feet, "That was quick."
I didn’t answer, if I did I think I’d have been sitting on the chair with my hair shorn – though then again you’d have to be a vindictive jury to convict. Weasley reached into his pockets and a look of panic crossed his face as he pulled them out and released they were empty. I picked the car keys off the ground and passed them to him. He resumed the fake calmness he puts out, "Thank you Faith, I’ll drop you off the way – unless you want an ice-cream Sundae or perhaps a coca-cola. My treat."
"I’ll pass," I said dryly before he offered to buy me a balloon, take me to the fair or buy me a puppy.
We started to trudge to the car; "Aah pure and sweet Cordelia," murmured Weasley, "A rare beauty with her pale skin and wan smile. So slender and petite…"
"Her massive great tits…" I completed the description of the slut cheerleader.
Weasley scowled at me, "My feelings for Miss Chase are not of that nature."
It’s creepy enough that the school’s assistant librarian has the hots for one of the pupils, but at least he should admit that he wants to bang her up the ass. This romantic yearnings like he’s Heathcliffe and she’s Little Lady Fauntleroy well that’s scary. He’ll be wanting me to take him shopping for umbrellas so he can punt her up the river whilst reading Browning next. I coughed into my hand too try and hide my expression of disbelief in his real reasons.
It didn’t fool Weasley who’s read enough about Slayer’s to realise we don’t tend to catch bronchial flu whilst out on patrol. He scowled and beat his little fisties on his thighs in a sulk, "I’ll have you know I was quiet a catch in Cambridge. The women were flocking round me."
"Like flies round shit," I coughed again so that he didn’t hear my reply. But he got my drift and went deep red, showing me how angry he was by stamping his foot into the ground and wiping his glasses with an extra polish.
"Faith, I am your Watcher and you will listen to what I say. Even if you cannot respect Miss Chase, a soul so sweet and lovely, you will respect me. I expect you at the Gym at eight tomorrow and don’t expect me to go as easy on you as Mr Giles does on Buffy."
He really has to go.
*
I pulled down my hoodie as I got into the car. My partners in crime Dawnie and Will were hunched over the redhead’s laptop in the front seat. I started to undress, accidentally elbowing my fellow back-seat passenger in the cheek.
"Ow" went Porn Princess (aka Cordelia Chase) with her normal theatrically – she hams it up in real life as much as she hams it up on the porn film set. She rubbed her cheek like I’d gone at her with a truncheon rather than lightly clipped her. I ignored her as I slid out of my jeans and into a short skirt, before removing my top and replacing it with a white blouse.
"How’s my hair?" I asked Dawnie and Will.
Will was too engrossed in fiddling with her computer too have noticed if I’d blown a whistle down her ear, but Dawnie turned and gave an appreciative nod, "It’s fine. Very school girl."
Pigtails aren’t mine and Porn Princess’s normal styles, but then neither were long socks with smart shoes, or grey flannel skirts with pure white blouses. However, they were what every good St Trinian wore. And as Weasley was a private school boy it was the type of costume he was sure to appreciate; it would remind him of merry old Blighty, before I toodle pipped the ass off him.
"That’s it," said Will with the triumphant tone of someone who’s just survived the storming of the Somme rather than made a computer work.
I leant forward and glanced at the screen. It was Weasley’s front room, a quick press of the button and up came the bathroom, followed by the bedroom, the bedroom again, the kitchen etc, etc. I grinned my bugs had been planted with such precision I really out to take up art theft. "For a Watcher Weasley’s not too hot on home security," I said.
"Um," replied Dawnie, "It’s not like vamps can be cat burglars. They’d have to knock on his door and ask if they could come in to steal his TV."
I scowled at her, "There are other types of demons."
Dawnie smiled at me and my heart melted; she was right as usual. I’m so lucky to have her as my adopted sis… "Okay, perhaps he doesn’t need an alarm, but he could at least have locked his windows."
"Look out, here comes Wesley," warned Will. The four of us ducked with the subtlety of the Keystone Cops. Weasley walked past impervious to the four teens in the car beside him, including the object of his affections. I let out a sigh of relief and straightened up, it looked like we were still on course.
The plan was simplicity itself, which it needed to be with Porn Princess as part of it. Now the little cameras were in place me and Porn Princess would invite ourselves into Weasley’s bachelor pad. And then we’d see how much his much-vaunted pure and noble thoughts coped against a pantyless cheerleader in a schoolgirl uniform. If that failed and it did look like turning into a poetry reading, well I had absolute faith in my ability to make even a nerdiest Watcher thrust my pussy, though I was hoping it wouldn’t come to having his limp dick in me. After he’d fucked Porn Princess or me it was stage three – sending the evidence of the librarian’s perverted seduction of an innocent(ish) schoolgirl to that evil munchkin, Principal Snyder. After he’d jacked off over the tapes a couple of time even the twisted gherkin would have no choice but to sack Weasley.
It was one of my better plans.
Or at least I thought so.
I glanced at the laptop. Weasley was draining a teabag with the artistry that one expects from a country that worships hot milk and bad teeth. I opened the car door; we’d given him long enough to settle in. It was time for the night’s entertainment, "C’mon Cordy."
The cheerleader tottered out of the car and walked five paces, "Damn," she said as she remembered something. I waited patiently as she pulled down her panties and past them to Dawnie, who took them reluctantly between her finger and thumb, before dropping them in the back seat. Porn Princess smiled as I waited impatiently, "Sorry Faith."
"Hurry up, it’ll be cocoa time if we don’t hurry," I said.
Walking up to Weasley’s apartment I rapped smartly on the door. It seemed that he wasn’t on the other side waiting in excited anticipation for visitors as I could have hobbled round all of Sunnydale in stilettos by the time he shambled to the door. Surprise registered on his bespectacled face as he opened the door, and saw myself and Porn Princess in our schoolgirl get-up.
"Faith, Cordelia," he said, his hand shaking so much that his drink (drinking chocolate by the smell of it) almost split onto his carpet, "What are you doing here?"
"Mr Wyndham-Price," I simpered in my best naughty but nice schoolgirl impression, "Cordy and me…I… we were at a fancy dress party, Priests and Schoolgirls, and we started talking about you. And I realised I’ve not been a good slayer, always thinking of myself and not listening to your instructions," I looked at the ground at this point. Hopefully Weasley would think this was because I was so mortified at what a bad slayer I’d been rather than because if I carried on looking at him I wouldn’t be able to stop myself laughing at his gormless expression. I paused to let my apology sink in before looking up and gesturing at Porn Princess, "And I was talking to Cordelia and she was saying that you inspired her with your knowledge. So we thought we’d come round to listen to some of your, er, poetry."
Weasley stood there looking at me as if my marbles had not only been lost, but they’d been mislaid as I’d been cart-wheeling dressed as a hot-dog through the San Francisco Vegan Convention; "Er, well, er, um, yes, urm, cripes, er, yes, um…"
He could have gone on all night if I hadn’t taken the lead and stepped into his house; for once glad that in Sunnydale it’s considered bad manners to wait for an invitation before going inside. Porn Princess followed me, pushing so close in the hallway that Weasley squeezed in his stomach and hit his back against the wall to let her past with no physical contact – wimp. I sauntered sexily into the main room, filled with books and ornaments of weird Monster’s Gods and Demons. I turned to Weasley, "Thank you, Mr Wyndham-Price."
"Think nothing off it," replied the limp-ass. He took of his glasses and wiped them furiously against his shirt, what is it about Englishmen and wiping spectacles? Don’t they have contact lens in la-di-dah land? Once they were shiny as new he replaced them, "Er, um would you ladies like a drink? Tea? Cocoa? A hot milk? I’ve got some coffee somewhere…"
I’d have preferred a neat scotch, but that was out. Instead I just smiled, "A tea would be nice wouldn’t it Cordy?"
"Tea for me, as well please," Porn Princess said like she’d been to finishing school with Helena Bonham Carter.
"Two teas," replied Weasley brightly, as if catering for visitors was all his brain could take in. He bustled out and returned a few minutes later with two cups of tea. I don’t know about Queen’s C, but mine was awful – the flavour of washing up liquid and about as warm as the Ice Queen of Narnia.
I could see Porn Princess was enjoying the tea as much as I was, but she smiled politely at Weasely, who danced from one foot to another, jiggling around like a man with no idea what to do when two sexy schoolgirl sirens turn up in his apartment. Luckily Porn Princess did. She nudged the spoon with her finger so it fell from the saucer to the floor. She smiled, "Oops, I’ll pick it up."
"Don’t worry," said Weasley gallantly, "I’ll do it."
He would have done as well, but I moved quickly to intercept him. Not caring about decorum I put my hand on the chest and pushed him back onto the sofa. He fell as easily as a twig, his face the expression of pained ignorance. Porn Princess turned so that her back was away from him and bent over to pick up the spoon. The easiest way to do that would be to bend her legs and crouch, but the way she did it was to bend her waist and lean forwards. This had the added benefit of making her pleated shirt ride up her thighs and over her naked butt cheeks, giving the Watcher an unimpeded view of nude teen ass.
"Illgifo," said Weasley, his tongue becoming too big for his mouth, "Vvvvv vvvv"
I was sure that he was trying to speak, but his brain, lips and tongue were all going in different directions. I smiled and looked down at his pelvis, there was a lump growing under his pants. I frowned, it was much bigger than I expected; if you’d asked me to describe Weasley’s attributes I’d have previously said he was the type of man who when he gets a hard-on nobody notices. But judging from the rapidly rising tent I may have been doing him a disservice. Porn Princess had straightened and was back to facing Weasley, licking the spoon seductively. I could tell from the greedy look on her face that she too had noticed the serious amount of pants movement.
My original plan had been to sit watching some cartoons on the box, whilst Porn Princess went into the bedroom with Weasley for thirty seconds of passion. I thought quickly, I didn’t want that amount of prick to go to waste it solely on Porn Princess; she’s such a porn slut she just wouldn’t appreciate. Me, on the other hand… well I hadn’t had a big one since Xander had reintroduced me to his hanging like a horse girth and a girl needs it now and again.
So as plan A was out the window plan B zipped in like a bullet whacking into a prancing elk. I quickly put my china saucer and cup on the coffee table and sidled over to Porn Princess. Despite what is generally said, the slut ain’t stupid and she knew from my smile the plan had changed. I could tell she was annoyed that she was having to share, but she also knew it would be dumb not to agree with me. She stretched as I approached, her bosom pushing at her shirt, "It’s hot Faith. I think Wes keeps his heating too high…"
She winked sexily at him and he stuttered and stumbled his words.
"Its being English," I replied moving closer to Porn Princess, "The fog gets in the bones and makes them cold all the time."
Porn Princess didn’t dispute my unscientific explanation as I slid my open mouth over hers and darted my tongue in. My hands moved up her sides, untucking her blouse from her skirt and leaving it flouncing like a sheet on a washing line as I continued up. On the couch Weasley was recovering his poise in the normal watcher way - yep he was polishing his glasses (no joke). Finally he managed to speak, "Ah girls…"
We ignored him, he would get his fun in a minute and meanwhile the show I was putting on with Porn Princess would act as appetiser. I kissed her again more deeply, our hands moved to each other buttons and in unison we began to undo the other. Once the final button was unpopped I slid my hands up under her blouse and onto her shoulders, feeling Porn Princess do the same to me. With co-ordination so deft that we ought to be on stage we flicked off each other’s blouses at exactly the same time, revealing matching pairs of lacy black bras; in my case a birthday present from the slut Harmony. I guessed from Porn Princess’s frown that Harm had also told her they were a one of a kind designer set…
Remembering to ask Will for permission to put the blonde over my knee I broke from making out with Porn Princess. Turning to face Weasley I moved my hand lightly up and down her side, massaging her slender waist, "What do you think?" I moved my hand up and pinged her bra strap, "Should Cordy go down on me?"
Weasley’s eyes bulged like he was a toad that had just been stepped on. He nodded, "Y…V...H...J…"
"You heard him," I translated for Porn Princess, "The Watcher wants you to tongue my juicy slit, you dirty girl."
Porn Princess giggled as I wiggled out of my skirt. I put my fingers to her lips, pausing her temporarily, "I’ve just got to do something first."
I walked over to stand in front of Weasely. His cock was straining so hard against his slacks that I thought either it was going to break or it would explode through the zip like a ricocheting bullet; neither would be pretty. I dropped onto the seat beside him.
"Gurk!" went Weasley as I undid his belt and started to undo his buttons. Porn Princess meanwhile was unclipping her bra. It dropped to the floor and she wiggled her titties at the Watcher, making his cock push up even harder. Thankfully as I started to slide down his pants, she moved to remove his slippers and take over from me, pulling them down under his ankles. I slid down the Y-fronts next.
"Oophf" the sharp intake of breath was mine. Under the pants his cock had seemed impressive, in the flesh it looked monstrous. Twelve inches of rippling muscle and throbbing veins stood in front of me. I gulped, I wanted that baby in me, but shit, unless I wanted to be gutted that elephant needed to be tamed first.
I got myself on the couch opposite Weasley and spread my legs. I ran my fingers over my pussy, it started to tingle at the touch. I licked my lips enticingly, as I leant forward and sultrily said to Porn Princess, "Cum on my slutty cheerleader, suck my pussy."
I slowly winked at my Watcher as his hand moved to stroke his cock. His eyes widened in awe as Porn Princess glided forward on her hands and knees to take position in front of my slit. They almost shot out like Jim Carrey in ‘The Mask’ as the slut slammed her tongue down between my pussy lips. I knew how he felt as my own eyes were bulging like someone was trying to hammer them out. The cheerleader’s part-time profession as a blue-movie star was paying off; she could munch a cunt to almost perfection. My hair almost curled and my eyeballs whizzed round their sockets like a game of billiards.
"Oh yeah, you dirty slutty cheerleader, suck my pussy, clean it you nasty bitch," I gasped as Porn Princess hammered my clit. I reached up and gripped my tits, feeling their firmness through the thin lace of my bra. Porn Princess’s tongue was clipping away and as she went hard my nipples react, pushing hard against the silk. I nipped and pulled them, feeling their delicious sensitivity. Opposite me Weasley was still entranced, his hand moving up and down his erect prick like he was rubbing it better.
"Oh that’s it, Princess," I gasped, as she hit my spot again and again, "That is so good."
My cum juice was splattered all over Porn Princess’s face, dripping down onto Weasley’s carpet. I gave another cry of pleasure as she managed to hit the spot just right and reached out to grab hold of her pigtails. Gripping them I pulled and tugged, much like Weasley was doing with his member. I quickly realised if I didn’t act soon he was going to shoot as a do it yourself (well, me and Porn Princess might have handed him a couple of nails). I closed my eyes and reluctantly pushed the best little cuntlicker in Sunnydale away from my slit. She gave me a look. I could see why; she had been lapping her dark little heart out and I’d cast her aside like a used tissue to get some prick in me.
I ignored her whiny moans and tottered over to Weasley. I paused in front of him for just long enough that her could take a quick glimpse at my soaked shaven pussy and to say, "You want me do that?"
"Uh-huh," nodded the man-horse.
I dropped to my knees and gripped his wrists, pushing his hands back so he wasn’t tempted to touch his cock or stroke my hair or something. I stuck out my tongue and slid it up his stiff dick, sliding it over the engorged veins and round the tree-trunk girth. I was soaked with my own juice and Porn Princess’s spit, but if was going to take this caber in me, it was going to be as well lubricated as I was. I slid my tongue down from the tip to slide over his ball sack, the pubic hair rustling against my tongue.
"Oh Faith," moaned Weasley, "Oh Faith, you are so good."
I briefly removed my lips from his member to reply, "No, Wesley, I’m very naughty," but he showed no interest in what I was saying so I returned my mouth to kissing and licking at his cock.
I wouldn’t say I’m an expert, but I’ve had some experience of giving head. And if you want to ride the bronco the trick is to tease and tantalise, but not to suck. I played and licked all round the shaft until it was glistening with my saliva and was as soaked as Porn Princess’s pussy after a shoot. I drew my head back, "Now I’m going to fuck you."
Weasley grinned inanely as I got up and slid my legs over his. I pushed myself up and hovered over his large dick. I could feel the tip of it against my lips, it seemed to pulsate with power as I gently lowered myself down. Even with the juice and spit it was like having a baseball bat up there; I squeaked as I felt my walls expand and grip at his member. My eyes widened and my breathing quickened as my entire being seemed to collapse into the Watcher. My cunt began to move into overtime, as it began to produce more and more girl cum, "Oh God," I screamed in excitement, "Fill me up."
I was as low as I could go, impaled on his monster cock, my breath coming in quick gasps as my body tried to regain its equilibrium. And failed. His large cock pushed my clit as hard as I think it’s been pushed, shattering it and shoving it so deep into my twat flesh that I think I’ll need surgery to get it, "Oh that’s it. You’re so big stud."
I had been expecting to do all the work. I mean Weasley so far had been as useful as an Italian Tank Division. But as I straddled him it was like a switch had been flicked and he moved from Mr Wimpy Nerd to Mr Hard Fucking. He suddenly gripped me under my ass and drove his cock up me, "Fuck!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I squealed, unable to think of anything more elegant as he hammered his prick deep into me. If I thought my clit had taken a battering before it was nothing compared to now Wesley had taken control. He was whacking into me so hard that my clit began to ache. Not that I minded the dull pain as it was nothing compared to the rapturous feelings ripping through me with every thrust, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Get that bra off," gasped Wesley.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I screamed in pleasure as an orgasm bounced round my body like a laser beam in a hall of mirrors. I tried to reach up to unclip the material, but Wesley was slamming me so hard I was bouncing like a beach ball and I couldn’t get a grip. Luckily Porn Princess was there to lend a hand; she may have been sulking after I’d interrupted her meal earlier, but she wasn’t going to let a grudge stop her joining in. She snapped the clip and whipped away the lacy material before it had a chance to fall. My titties bounced free; "Fuck, fuck, fuck"
They weren’t free ‘n’ easy for long. Porn Princess reached round and grabbed hold of them, squeezing them tightly like they were rubber stress balls. I squealed, though mainly because Wesley had hit my clit with a blow so strong it seemed designed to send me into orbit. He thrust upwards again, except this time his hands lifted me off his erect cock.
I managed to stagger to my feet, though I’m sure I’d have swooned if Princess Porn hadn’t been holding me up. Wesley got up, "You want a go Cordelia?"
I did drop as Cordy dropped me so quick she was still falling as she skipped in front of Wesley; "Yes, yes, yes," she squeaked, before pausing and giving me a wilful smirk, "You want to do it up my butt?"
That wasn’t fair, if I known Wesley was that good… well I wouldn’t have brought Porn Princess. But as I had she shouldn’t be offering her butt as a) that was mine and b) even if it wasn’t Wesley was my Watcher and if anyone was going to rock his world it should be his Slayer. I would have said this, if my vocal chords had been in working order and I could do anything apart from weakly groan.
I was too late, "Hell yes," replied Wesley, the bastard.
He moved Porn Princess so that she was bent over and leaning on his coffee table. Moving behind he spread her legs and hoisted her skirt so that it was resting on her back. I heard him give a whistle as he started to open her asshole with his finger, "That’s not virgin," he said in disappointment.
Mine was, believe it or not, but given how pissed off I was with him he could go whistle. The only back door on call tonight was Porn Princess’s and he’d just have to use that slutty hole. I’d have told him all that, but I was still recovering. I made a mental note to mention it some time, though possibly just as he’s waving goodbye to Sunnydale after the final interview with poisoned dwarf.
It looked like Wesley recovered well from his disappointment. After banging me into an alternate dimension he was covered in sweat, soaking through his shirt and dripping down his tie. He shook his head and made one concession to the perspiration by removing his tie and dropping it back onto the couch. He repositioned himself behind Porn Princess and started to push his cock into her back hole, "Here I come," he said.
"Aaaarrghhh" gasped Porn Princess, who even without his warning might have noticed she was being invaded by twelve inches of pumping muscle. Still whatever you say about the cheerleader, you cannot complain she’s not supple. I mean the cock must have been splitting her insides, but she was still bending over whilst raising her ass to meet him. Her eyes rolled as the cock went deep and the balls slapped against her. Opening her mouth she squealed "Oh God yes, oh God yes. Thrash my ass numb."
Gripping her waist Wesley began to hammer into her so fast he must have been getting friction burns –the way he sped back and forth I could almost smell burning. Porn Princess took it all, gasping and bucking to give Wesley the second greatest ride of his life. One of her pigtails had spilt out, so half her hair gushed down her face like a waterfall and the other half bounced in unison with the rest of her body. Her face was contorted, a weird expression half-way between pain and pleasure, though her words seemed only to hint at pure enjoyment, "Oh drill, fuck me faster. Harder, harder."
Given all the loving care and attention that the Watcher’s prick had been receiving he must have balls like iron not to have splurged already. But it couldn’t last, not with his cock hitting Porn Princess’s back-hole as if it was the hundred metre sprint. His face contorted and he pulled his ramrod stiff cock out. For a second nothing happened, then a deluge of white, gooey cum shot from it to land the small of Porn Princess’s back.
"Ohhhhhh" sighed Wesley, as the jizm trickled down the ass crack and into her hole, "ohhhh."
I looked at the cum dripping down from Porn Princess’s ass. She smirked, very briefly, my scowl stopped it. But I knew what she was thinking, he had pounded my pussy, but he’d cum over Porn Princess’s butt. I scowled, I could imagine that soon Porn Princess would be telling the story to Harm who’d tell it to Will who’d tell it to Dawn who’d tell it to Buffy who’d tell it to Buttfuck. And the story would change from Faith selflessly giving up the cock to Cordelia to Faith couldn’t make Wesley cum but he shot like a machine gun as soon as Cordelia offered her ass. I scowled again; there was nothing for it, like it or not Wesley was going to have to cum again.
"Get up," I said to Wesley. He ignored me and remained slumped on his couch, his shirt partially unbuttoned and his glasses slid down his nose. I repeated myself and gave a sultry little smile. He remained in a stupor. There was nothing for it, I’d have to rouse him myself.
I shook my head in irritation and scrambled over towards Wesley. He managed to focus on me as I dropped onto the couch beside him, "F…F…Faith," he stammered like I was a vamp coming for a midnight snack.
"W…W…Wesley W…W…Wyndham-Price," I teased, confident that he wouldn’t be complaining at our next training session. I saw him refocusing and thinking about a suitably Watcher like retort. But I didn’t give him a chance to reply before taking action to take his mind of my words. My tongue flicked out and started to lick his cock. There was a salty taste from his cum and something else, which I really didn’t want to think about, mixed in. I licked again, ignoring the taste and just watching his prick come to life like Sleeping Beauty following a lick-out from the Prince.
"Oh my…" said Wesley as his cock hardened. I grinned and moved my mouth. Previously I’d licked it to tease it and keep him hard, now I wanted more. I wanted him to be ready to cum on my command, so that just touch of my sweet pussy would get him pumping like he was Mr Universe on whacking in the steroids.
"Oh my…" repeated Wesley as my mouth closed round his cock. I pressed my lips down on his flesh, they rolled down his shaft. I moved up again slowly, leaving a glistening trail of my saliva up his prick. I looked upwards so that I could see his face, he was open-mouth, his own eyes just staring down at me with fascination. I slid down again, taking more of him in my mouth so that the edge of his prick pushed out my cheek. There was a groan from Wesley "Good grief..."
I drew up slowly, sucking at his large member, before bobbing down. This time I angled so that the cock went into my throat. It bounced against my taste-buds and I nearly choked. I wasn’t going to do that again, I thought. But like a lot of my good plans that evening that one hopped away on the Greyhound as I looked at Wesley and the expression on his face. His mouth was shutting and opening like a faulty electric door and his glasses were so steamed up it was like he was in a sauna, "Oh my… good… oh."
He placed his hand on the back of my head and guided me down. In a moment of weakness I let him control me, so it served me right that his prick hit my gullet. I choked and gasped again, but I didn’t stop him as he pushed me into the same position – I must be getting soft in my old age. I bobbed up and down, feeling the prick hammer deep into my throat and a mixture of bile and saliva, seeped from my mouth. It surged down his cock like an exploding washing machine, there was no doubt that the big boy was as well lubricated as an motor in a Mobil ad.
"Suck it deep, Faith," cried Porn Princess, her hands massaging my sides. I went down again, feeling the hard muscle slam at my taste-buds and go even deeper. Bile rode up in my stomach and my eyes watered so much it looked like I’d be watching a marathon session of Titanic.
The warm sticky fluid of Wesley’s jizz filled my mouth. More and more of it shot out, seemingly ignoring the fact that this was his second cumshot. I couldn’t take it all and started to swallow the salty load, but even then some of it dribbled out my mouth, mixing with the white spit and bile. I moved my head from Wesley’s lips and licked my lips, they were caked with cum, "That was tasty."
I hoped that Will and Dawnie had got the whole session on film….
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The Sexual Adventures of Faith Lehane