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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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"Oh my God," squealed Dawn, sounding like she was in the front row of a *NSYNC gig and they’d popped out their cocks to wave around at the screeching girl crowd.
I ignored her; I was too busy examining the new piece of Porn Princess merchandise – a Rubik’s Cube a la ‘Charisma Carpenter’ (which is a dumb name – she might as well have called herself Slutty O’Slut if she’s going too go for something so obviously porny). Still, despite having the name-sense of the parents of Snoop Dogg, Porn Princess could pull in the bucks like a naked nurse at a strip-bar; movies like ‘Charisma Goes Triple’ and ‘Eight tentacles, one cheerleader’ whizzed out the loading bay of the Magic Box as quickly as we could box them. The cube was Will’s idea to play on Porn Princess popularity – instead of matching up colours you had to match up pictures of Porn Princess getting doubled anal or blasted with the cum of half a dozen vamp basketballers (geez that was a shoot!!!).
I slotted the last piece in place and held it up for Will’s inspection, "Done," I said proudly.
"You cheated," she said as prim as an unfucked Sunday School teacher.
I shrugged. I guess Will had expected me to spend half the afternoon twisting the fucking cube round and round in the vague hope of getting the cubelet with Porn Princess’s cunt to line up beneath the one with her belly button. But fuck that for a game of soldiers I’d decided. It was much easier to tug the cube to bits and then whack all the cubelets back in the right place. I looked at my friend, grinning "Cheating is such a harsh word, Will. I prefer to say its thinking outside the box… or cube. What is it English calls it – lateral thinking? He’s always saying to use my imagination and think creatively."
"Hmmpf" Will conceded – almost; "I think he’s talking about beating big bads not puzzles."
"Oh… my… fucking… God," said Dawn slowly.
Don’t cuss, Dawn," said Anya, looking up from the accounts, "It’s not very ladylike." I had to agree, though the idea of someone who’s party trick had been to make cheating men explode with boils during family dinner parties complaining about couth behaviour was like Rolling Stones whining about the loose morals of the young generation today.
"Sorry Anya," said Dawn, though she sounded about as apologetic as B when she’s been hanging round for half an hour with her hand in the cookie jar angling for bare-bottom spanking.
I looked at the monitors to see what had got my adopted sis’s attention. The security cams were trained on B, Harm and Butt-fuck as they gloryholed. We’d installed after complaints from one or two punters that sluts weren’t taking the full shit and that they wanted their money back. The three nympho’s weren’t short changing of course, not one prick wasn’t deep taken down the gullet until it had blown its full load and if not all the cum was swallowed it was only cos the girls couldn’t always take the full amount. I’d given the punter a kickin’ for trying to con us, but we’d kept the vids in – vague ideas of a cumshot compilation out for Xmas being in mine and Anya’s entrepreneurial minds.
"Oh fuck…" I said as I saw what Dawn was seeing. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dawn give a smirk and Anya about to launch into a lecture, "I mean oh jumpin’ jimminy cricket…"
"I’m sure you do," said Willow, "So what’s the big deal… oh…"
Will’s a total lez, but even she was impressed. Our three bitches were on their knees, suckin’ like pros (which I guess they were). As they were on about their sixth or seventh cock of the day so it was pretty forgivable that not all had been swallowed and their naked tits were cum covered. But it wasn’t that the three sluts were as messy as a stray pooch which had drawn Dawn’s attention and now I saw what she was seeing it would be fair to say she hadn’t been strong enough in her oaths.
The three cocks that the tramps were trying to handle were massive… horse cocks of a size that made me remember Wes with fond memories and wonder if Xander wouldn’t mind another invite. They were, to use a techie term, fuckin’ huge; twelve inches or I was a virgin leprechaun… It would probably stretch less if the owners used their fists and any fuckin’ they did must have hurt like dynamite being stuffed up your ass, though I guessed the orgasmic payback would be well worth a little temporary soreness. And as my pussy was starting to twitch I intended to find out.
"Switch to the cams on the other side of the wall," I said to Dawnie, "Let’s have a look at who owns those demon dongs…"
"Fucking hell…" the four of us said in unison as the camera’s switched, even Anya forgetting her new discovery of ladylike manners and switching back to her natural peasant fishwife.
Pumping the holes were the three unlikeliest specimens since Jamaica won the Bobsleigh. "Shit," I said again as I looked at Warren Mears, Jonathan Levinson and Andrew Wells thrust their cocks through the holes and into the gagging gullets on the other side.
I looked at Will, who was as staring open –mouthed and as she’s carpet munching only it wasn’t the size, but cos if there’s anyone in Sunnydale who was even nerdier than Xan the Man and Wesley it was the Trio. The wicca saw I was looking at her for comfort; she shrugged unable to give me any, "It’s not one of my spells gone wrong…"
"It never crossed my mind it was," I said almost truthfully and flicked back to the three dorky stallions. I was having trouble believing my eyes; I could just about accept Warren as a twelve incher. But Andrew was as skinny as one of those kids in the adverts for Somalia and I’d fucking swear his prick was thicker than his thigh. And Jonathan had the stature of Gimli the Dwarf and there’s no way the runt should have been tooled like he was Darth Vader with a hard-on. "It’s got to be demonic possession…"
"Sure," said Anya, "A very large demon, with nasty spines and mucus."
"I can’t see any spines," said Dawnie.
We all stared at the three dicks being forced down the slut’s mouth. They were struggling to get them down, but that was width and length, not cos there was any sharp objects sticking out of ‘em.
"There’s no mucus, either," said Dawnie, "Or slime… or dripping entrails… or like anything demony…y’know apart from the…" she held her hands a foot apart; I got what she was referring to and nodded, before she continued, "I mean they look human."
Anya agreed, "Dorks, but men."
"Shit," said Willow, "I mean… no, I mean shit."
She’d flicked back to the sluts just in time to watch the cocks explode their loads. Not only were the trio as fucking as well hung as a black at the Tennessee Ku Klux Klan convention, they also seemed to have stored up so much semen they could have opened a sperm bank. The sluts were choking and swallowing and gagging, spraying it out down their goo covered chests and making their titties look more like snow covered clumps than they were before. I nodded, "The geeks were loaded…"
"Mmmmnn," said Dawn and gave me the little girl look I can never resist, "Faithie and its such a waste for them to be wasting it on holes they can’t even see. They don’t know if the girl gulping them is like a complete hag… er not a witchy hag, Willow, a non-wicca hag, like a demon hag…" Anya stared at her and Dawn gave a face, before trailing off, "Well you know what I mean…"
I looked at the three cocks, naughty thoughts playing at my mind, "I know Dawnie, I know."
*
There’s plenty of ways to land a cock; the easiest way is to hit the clubs with some tight pants and a crop top, flash a ‘fuck me’ smile and then just wait a few seconds for a nibble before hauling your evening’s screw-buddy in. Sometimes you get lucky and land a not too bad catch, but mainly you catch a tiddler, who’s clubbing with his mates rather than banging a hot chick for a reason. But, in my experience, if you want those extra big fishies, y’need more than just some lippy and no bra, you need smarts and guile. You need to bait your hook, find out what they hunt and give it ‘em.
Which is why me and Dawnie were hanging round Sunnydale’s Krazy Komics store looking as out of place as Britney Spears at a six on one gangbang. The way the shop’s staff and customers avoided coming anywhere near us you’d think we’d got fucking leprosy; except the geek behind the counter, who was drooling so much it was like he had gum disease. So when Dawnie asked him how much this Superman comic was (we were that fuckin’ bored we wanted to see if the curly haired muppet would faint) he had mumbled something incomprehensible, looked at the cover and sold Dawnie a mint thirties comic for ten cents. With E-Bay beckoning I’d got her to stock up on the first editions of Green Lantern, Batman, Wonder Woman and a dozen other jack-off mags for nerds, flashing a bit of leg and some cleavage each time. By the time the trio arrived we’d spent five dollars and got the best collection of rare comics outside Xander’s bedroom.
The three nerds entered the shop like they owned it, until they realised there were chicks in black hanging round. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone manage to both do a double take and scuttle like a crab into the corner, but Andrew did a fucking good impression, swiftly followed by Jonathan. I’ll say it for Warren he held his ground for thirty seconds, till he saw me sizing him up and then he almost buried his face in a Hulk comic. I nudged Dawnie to make her stop teasing the limped dick dork behind the counter and follow me on our prey.
"You’ll let me have this one free?" asked Dawnie and without waiting for an answer from muppet-man dropped a two-hundred dollar Captain America comic in her bag. She twisted on her heel mouthing ‘wuss’ at me, whilst twisting her head to indicate the muppet, before turning back to look at our three comic cock jockeys; "You ready?"
"Yep," I said and walked confidently towards the dick heavy triumvirate. The three of them shuffled their feet uncomfortably and cast increasingly nervous looks at the door; luckily I’d thought of that and my approach was designed to make any last minute dash for the sidewalk an impossibility without having their knees cut off. I stopped in front of them, Dawn next to me her hands placed sultrily on her hips and her chest out. I gave them a second to look at our stunning bods before drawling in my sexiest voice, "Hey."
Andrew gurgled something, looking like a pop-eyed frog and waved his hands about like he was having a stroke. It was an improvement on Warren, who looked wildly between his two confeds before shrieking in a tone of high pitched panic, "Whatever it was I didn’t do it. It was him." He pointed at Jonathan. The geek dwarf had already got his wallet out and was thrusting it towards me, screaming, "Take it all, just don’t hit me."
It was tempting – only the memory of the three rock hard rods stopped me smacking their heads together and making an omelette from their gooed up brains. I forced a smile and waited for the shaking to stop; "Hey guys, fancy seeing you around here. We’ve just popped in on our way home; see if the latest super-comic is in."
There was a pause from the trio of half-wits as they calculated that me and Dawnie hadn’t come over to mug them for their milk money. There was a little bit of pushing from Jonathan and Andrew and Warren found himself at the front of their little group. I waited, patient apart from the tapping of my foot on the floor and my fingers on the comic box. It took a few moments and one false start where his tongue became bigger than his mouth, until he said "I didn’t know you were comic fans."
Dawn nodded enthusiastically, "Me and Faith; massive fans of comics. And Star Trek – both generations… Dragons and Dungeons as well… we never miss that cartoon."
"So what’s your favourite comic?" said Jonathan, his curiosity overcoming his caution.
"Sailor Moon…" said Dawn, before I nudged her and she continued more or less fluently, "… is really bad."
"Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Fantastic Four … y’know, the classics," I said.
"The Hulk?" asked Andrew.
"Sure… yeah," I replied.
"Me too," said Andrew in a dreamy tone, "So muscular…"
"Mmmnn," Dawn’s moan was almost as dreamy as Andrew’s, though I guessed from the way she glanced down at the trio’s crotches it wasn’t the David Banner’s alter ego’s rippling muscles she was thinking about. She suddenly smiled, a sweet heart warmer that always makes me misty eyed, "So guys, you got big co…llections? Of comics…"
The three of them looked at each other and nodded, before Jonathan began rattling out what was either the geekiest list of heroes ever or some fuckin’ weird porn shit – I mean who the fuck is Animal Man or the Swamp Thing? However, I thought of the three giant cocks in front of me and kept my face as straight as English during renditions of ‘God Save the Queen’. Eventually Gimli stopped and I opened my mouth, but before I could actually say more than, "That’s…" Andrew had said, "That’s nothing…" and launched into his own list of Dorksville’s finest literature, which from what he said was even more geekily rare than what his friend had.
"Wow, Andrew," said Dawnie, feigning delight with the skill of a porno actress faking an orgasm, "you’ve got so much… I’m jealous."
There was a snort from Warren, his competitive nature coming to the fore, "His collection is the sort of thing you see in a cruddy car boot sale," Andrew started to protest, but Warren slapped him round the head into silence – I knew how he felt. "I," said Warren so self-importantly I could see he had a future as a Senator, "I have a first edition of Watchmen... signed."
The scowls from the even wimpier parts of the trio told me that this was a big thing. Possibly not as big as discovering Elvis was alive and being butt-banged by the cast of Bonanza, but still something that I should widen my eyes for and let in a quick gasp of air, "The Watchmen… seriously; wow."
"Watchmen, no ‘the’," muttered Jonathan sulkily. But I ignored him.
Instead I slid my arm through Warren’s, steadying him as his legs trembled so much that he almost fell on his face. I gave a smile, "Wow, Dawn and me, we’d really love to see a signed copy of the Watcher. Will you show it us? Where do you live?"
I say this for Warren he quickly recovered. He preened at our interest and said, "You can see it, but you can’t touch," Dawn tittered, "It’s at my bijou residence."
"His parent’s basement," said Andrew helpfully.
"You live below your Mom and Dad?" asked Dawn. I gave her the look and she continued in a different tone of voice, "That’s so cool." Lying little tramp; I adore her. She followed it up with a winning smile at the other two dweebs, sliding her arm through theirs, "You’ll come as well," she said.
Jonathan and Andrew looked at each other like George Lucas had just invited himself to their birthday bashes, before nodding like jack-in-boxes.
The five of us left the comic store, and headed towards Warren’s basement. Luckily it wasn’t far, as I wasn’t sure I could feign interest in a conversation about the Death Star’s exhaust pipes for much longer. He opened the door and we headed down the steps into the basement. I was impressed by the wide screen TV on the wall; the picture so clear you’d be able to see a pimple on a gymnast’s butt and with surround sound as well. The rest of the room was comics, unwashed shirts and posters on the wall of women with unfeasibly large chests wrestling with dragons; it was geekdom incorporated.
I ducked past what looked like a submarine periscope and headed further into the room. Luckily Warren was past the bunk bed stage and his parents had forked out for a double-bed; though my guess was that been double occupied even less often than Victoria Beckham has stuffed herself with 48 ounce steaks. I bounced down on it and then up again; springy…
I moved to Warren and swung him round so that he was facing me. He looked stunned as I licked my lips and pressed my sexy body against him. I was about to push him down onto the bed and start ravishing him, despite his objections, when I saw something on his bookshelf which’d make our experience start with a bang. I gently pushed Warren away and he staggered backwards. I shot a quick look at Dawn, who was in the middle of moving her hands down towards the asses of two terrified looking geeks. I smiled at her, "Dawnie, look at this."
Dawnie looked a bit put-out, but she like me realised we might need to work Snow White and the Dwarf up to something resembling a sexual frenzy before she got anywhere. She let go of her paramours and walked over to me, swinging her hips so widely it was like they’d disconnected from her ass. The dweebs salivated as it sashayed, but it was lucky they couldn’t see her face which was like a small baby whose favourite toy had been snatched. She stood beside me and said quietly, "C’mon Faith, let’s get too it. I was just getting them warmed up."
"Yeah, Dawnie; take it from me the speed they were warming you'd have got some cock when you’ve become a pensioner and pussy is so wrinkled and dry it’ll be like they’re shoving razors up there," I replied softly back.
"Thanks for the vision," said Dawnie. She sighed, "You’re right; at the speed those puppies are moving," she smiled and tossed her head sexily in the direction of the three well-hung, but useless geeks, "these puppies" she jiggled her titties, "will be down at my knees."
I inclined my head at the DVD resting on the bookcase, "I think we’ve got a pick-me up… Want to play?"
"Yes," Dawn smiled, her mind being as dirty as mine.
I picked up the DVD case and waved it at the three geeks, making Warren go redder than Santa when he’s caught fondling a elf, "A Cordy DVD?"
"It’s not mine, my Mom must have left it when she was cleaning my room," said Warren, which would have been plausible if it looked like anyone had tidied the room since he’d hit puberty.
I ignored his protestations, I didn’t care who’s it was – Warren’s, his Mom’s or the little boy who lived next door, I still got a percentage of the sale price. Still I didn’t want to let him know that me and Dawnie were bosom buddies with the Porn Princess, instead it was my route in to three cocks, "I’d heard Cordelia had done some films – I didn’t think it was true. She looks so innocent…"
"Like a virgin," piped up Dawnie, which was overdoing it – even before she began a career as a hardcore starlet there was locker room talk which said Porn Princess had been ridden more times than Champion the Wonder Horse.
"Let’s watch it," I gave a wicked grin as I added, "I’ve never seen a porno before."
Without waiting for an answer from the three stunned into silence dorks I put the DVD into the machine. Despite what I’d said I’d seen it before; by Porn Princess standards it was pretty tame – it didn’t star any vamps, there was no Amy and whilst our main act was butt-slammed by half a dozen dildos the cheerios queued up to pack her fudge cake. Still I sat myself down in one of the bean bags and watched. As the movie moved from the five minute intro where Porn Princess pom-pommed with colleagues and into a dressing room lesbo fuck-fest the geeks looked more and more uncomfortable; their hands moving to cover their rapidly expanding bulges. I grinned, they were on the hook now; me and Dawnie needed to reel them in. And I knew a way that would get them up and in… and also prep us girls nicely.
I stood up, moving to beside the plasma screen and flicking my hair back sexily. I could see that the three nerds were torn between looking at the real, live girl standing with a sultry allure and the silver screen vision wrapping her legs round one of her ‘teamates’ as they double-dildoed. Turning to face them I smiled ravenously, licking my lips, before leaning forward and pouting – it got their attention and now I needed to keep it; "So, you think Cordy is hot?"
I could see their brains working overtime as they tried to work if I was playing an angle; I was, but it wasn’t one they could see. Eventually they nodded in unison, Warren saying, "She’s like Princess Leia in Jabba’s palace," and Andrew adding, "Or like Han Solo."
Jonathan could see the direction of travel, "She’d be even hotter if she was in a gold bikini and a leash…" I made a mental note to send him an anonymous copy of "Cordy in the Palace of Pleasure".
"Is she hot like me?" I drawled, twirling round in a circle and smiling mischievously.
The three nerds almost fell over themselves in denying Porn Princess’s charms, "She’s ugly like Jabba." "I’d prefer Jar-Jar." "Not nearly as good looking as Han."
I smiled again and looked at Dawnie, "You want to show the boys what we’ve got?"
"Yes, that’d be fun" nodded my brunette cutie. She stood up and moved beside me, blocking the screen from the nerds view. I don’t think they minded as me and Dawnie locked lips, kissing deeply and rubbing our bodies against each other.
"Holy Shit Batman," said one of the geeks, as I ran my hands up Dawnie’s back and slid one round onto the back of her neck to push her harder at me. Our tongues played and probed with a powerful passion. On the DVD Porn Princess was orgasming loudly, but the boys were silent as they watched entranced.
I moved away, kicking off my pumps and sliding off my leather jacket, "Hey Dawnie, you think it would work better if we did it without T-shirts, show the guys some cleavage."
Dawnie’s T-shirt was already off before she replied, "Good idea, Faith," she swung round to the geeks and wobbled her titties, the lacy red bra just about held them in, "You think it’s a good idea?"
I guessed they did, from the amount of drool, the grunts of ‘huh, huh’ and the heads nodding like puppies who’s necks had been snapped. I removed my own T-shirt and gave them a look at my cleavage, my large and firm just about held by a black push-up bra; I knew if I jumped I’d overspill the bra was so tight. I turned back to Dawnie, "Where were we?"
"I think we were making out," said Dawnie and we came together again. Our faces closed on each other, slurping and munching with our mouths opening and closing as our tongues pried and pleased. My hands were massaging Dawnie’s naked midriff, as she was doing the same to me – her touch sensitive and loving. Together our hands moved up each other’s bodies until we reached the bra. There were two small snaps and our bras were off, sliding between our bodies to fall to the floor. There was a squawk from Jonathan, but I ignored him – making out was making me wet and I was enjoying my little starter of cute teen Dawnie as much as I was sure I was going to enjoy the main dish of twelve inch ramrods. I continued to slide my tongue slickly round her mouth as our tits wobbled and bounced, the two pairs sliding against each other, hard nipples brushing and touching.
"Mmmmmn," said Dawn as our mouths broke, though we continued to hold each other’s waist and press our naked tops against each other. She turned head to look at the three geeks, "You want us to take off our jeans?"
"Gururuugghhhkkk," said Warren which I guessed was ‘yes’ in dork-speak, though at least he was capable of sound, the other two were standing stock still, tongues hanging out of their mouths like they’d never seen two cuties make out in front of them.
I made to undo my jeans, springing open the top button. Then I stopped and gave the geeks a naughty grin, "It seems to be me and Dawnie who are showing all, guys. If you want us to go further you need to show us what you got."
I’ve never seen a whirlwind close up, but I’m guessing it may look something like the three dorks stripping, they almost ripped off their clothes, throwing and dropping boxers, shirts, pants and socks randomly. I felt Dawn quivering with excitement in my arms, and I couldn’t say she was far out. The three geeks stood, buff and not nearly as untoned as I thought they would be; if they weren’t Brad Pitt bodied they weren’t John Goodman either. Andrew and Warren slim and lithe, with just a hint of muscle; comic book reading must be more exercisable than I’d thought and if Jonathan had a little tub he could still look down to see his cock.
And it was the large pricks which were drawing me and Dawnie’s attention. If they were the result of some demonic spell – well, it hadn’t ran out since the Magic Box blow-off. Three rock hard, tree trunked, twelve inchers stood on display; each one ready and waiting for a brunette Slayer and her adopted sis to impale themselves on them.
"Fuck," I tried not to sound too impressed. I undid my jeans and slid out of them, leaving just my thong.
"Gururrgggghhhh," said Dawnie, her tongue hanging out like she swapped places with the geeks. She seemed unable to move, stunned into silence by seeing the size of the three dongs live.
I undid her jeans for her, she stepped out of them in a daze. I snapped my fingers in front of her face, murmuring quietly, "Dawnie – don’t doze."
"Sorry," gasped the teen coming to, "but I mean wow, fucking wow, Faith."
"I know," I whispered back, smiling, "but I think we’re worth it, now’s the time to get our rewards for having to be seen in dorkdom central." I looked up at the dorks, the sensual expression on my face not leaving much room for misunderstanding, "we’re hot to trot, you guys up to our standards?"
They nodded as me and Dawnie stepped out of our underwear. We held our thongs daintily between, letting the three geeks see our smooth pussies, toned tums and firm tits. Then I dropped mine, like the announcer at the start of a race. Dawn’s thong fluttered to the floor micro-moments later. We walked to three geeks and dropped to our knees, the three massive manhoods poking in our faces.
Our tongues started to lick the large cocks, running over the bell-end, down the throbbing veins to end at the licking the balls. And then back again. The three geeks squirmed and muttered in pleasure as me and Dawn’s experienced and sensual tongues wet and warmed their hard cocks. As we continued to lick we started to suck, first one prick and then another, sliding our mouths up and down the large erect shaft. Neither of us went too far, taking the top third of their cocks only; we didn’t want the geeks to cum after a too intense deep-throat. We wanted to lubricate them, prep the cocks for our holes so that they’d slide in without crippling me or Dawnie. And whilst our pussies were already wetter than Sunnydale reservoir, the dicks were so massive that they need all the lube they could get if they weren’t to split our tight little twats.
I was running my mouth over Warren’s enlarged cock as Dawnie got to her feet. She took Jonathan’s hand , smiling as she took him over to the bed, "C’mon, let’s fuck." I continued to suck at Warren, pushing his large prick to push at my inside cheek whilst with I stroked Andrew’s dick with my hand. I watched as Dawnie pushed Jonathan onto the bed, before moving on top of him, straddling his body between her legs, "I’ll go top," she said domineeringly. I watched with approval as my little Dawnie lowered herself down on Jonathan and began to ride him like a slut. She moved quickly and hard, pumping his cock like if she didn’t use it that it would wither. I swapped to Andrew and continued to watch. Jonathan hands moved to grip Dawnie’s waist to keep her in place, but I knew she didn’t need his help. She started to moan and squeal, "Oh God, oh God, yes."
My pussy was itching with so much lust that if I didn’t get it filled I’d burst; the geeks were prepped enough. I pulled my head back, letting go of Andrew’s glistening cock, "Think you can take me properly?" I asked with a mischievous glint, "Do you think you can make me cum?"
I got to my feet and taking them both by the hand led them to the bouncing bed. I jumped on, making it spring some more and swung onto my back. I spread my legs and lay my head on the edge, so that my hair was overflowing; "Fuck me."
Andrew and Warren looked at each other and, to my surprise it was Andrew who nodded first, "Yeah."
I opened my legs wider, sliding my hand to my pussy and opening the hole. Andrew on his knees moved between my legs; he took me and lifted me up so that my ass cheeks were resting on his thighs. I moaned as I felt his cock tip rub against my slit, as he readied himself to entry. Andrew started to slide in. His elephant sized member stretched my cunt like I was sitting on a telegraph pole; it was all I could do not to shriek. Instead I gripped the bedding and grunted through my clenched teeth, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
The geek’s donkey dick felt so good in me, making me burn with excitement with just the slightest touch. His prick was expanding my slit, rubbing against the walls and making the nerve-endings dance with pleasure. He began to move slowly, letting me get used to the massive cock invasion so that my pussy could take it all in, "That’s it, feed me your cock. I want it all.
I could see Warren standing still, a small frown of irritation on his face, as if he thought I only had one usable hole. I gave an upside down smile to him, "Let me suck you off, don’t want your cock getting cold." He perked up as my mouth opened and as Andrew started to really fuck my pussy hard Warren slid his cock into my mouth. Normally I’d have been screaming with pleasure at the cunt fucking I was getting, but I couldn’t, not whilst sucking Warren. I slurped and licked at his cock, swallowing it deeper than before and letting it play within my mouth. The blow-job might not have made me cum, but the sensation of the dong in my mouth, knowing I was getting ploughed from both ends made my pussy cummings much more intense. I gripped the bedding and let my body sink into pleasure, unable to make any sound
Not that the room was silent, the Cordy DVD was still playing in the background, though no-one was paying any notice and the trio were making pants and moans and grunts. But the main noise was coming from my Dawnie, as she bounced on Jonathan, "Fucccckkk! Yessssss, yessssss! Fuuuucckkk," she was shrieking like a banshee, nailing the dork to the bed as she jumped his cock. Her head through back and she screamed, "Aaaaarrrghhh yesssssss."
For a second she slumped forward, gulping for air. Then she looked down at me, taking the two cocks and gave the smile I’m never able to argue against, "No fair, Faithie, you’re taking two and I’m only getting one. I’ve got a spare hole as well." In case there was any doubt which one she meant she leant a bit further forward and placing her hands on her ass cheeks pulled the apart showing the opening of her butt chute.
I pushed Warren’s cock out of my mouth and looked up at him, "What are you waiting for? A written invite?"
"What?" said Warren, looking first at Dawnie’s ass, then me and then back to the cute butt on show.
"Bang Dawn’s ass," I said.
Dawnie nodded and said, "I can take you both; I can take a double-drilling."
Warren nodded and moved behind Dawnie. He gripped her and began to position himself. And talking of positions I was wanting to shift mine, to get a better view of the dping. I pushed Andrew off and onto his back, getting on top of him and lowering my wet, slightly sore slit, down on his huge waiting pole. With the hammering he’d given it the cunt was nice and stretched and together with the girl-cum that was washing it was easy to slide down. I began bouncing, moaning in pleasure and giving Warren encouragement as he forced his cock up my little teen cutie’s asshole, "Go on Warren, stick it her, ram it, stretch her ass – she loves it."
Dawnie was crying out as well, "Fuck me, fuck me with your big cocks, I want two big fucking donkey dicks fucking me at the same time. Thrust it in deeper and harder. I’m a greedy slut – I want it all."
I’ve never felt so proud as when the Dawnie took the full length of Warren in her asshole whilst still coping with Jonathan in her front. The teen strumpet squealed with pleasure and took control. She shouted out her orders, "Fuck me. Harder, harder, harder! Fuck me deep, I want it all, I want all fucking twelve inches of your fucking dongs. Faster, don’t fucking slow, faster." But she didn’t just give instructions, but moved up and down ploughing Jonathan into the bed and rising to meet Warren so he could slip her the full length of his ginormous cock.
I couldn’t help but move my mouth against Dawn’s. We were moving to fast to lock lips, both of us bouncing like we were on a extra-powerful trampoline – but we able to slide our tongues against each other, slithering at each other as the three dork dicks rammed our holes open. And then I was back concentrating on Andrew, working his cock so hard that my clit began to ache with the hammering it was getting. But the orgasms made it worth it, explosive and compelling, reaping at my nerve endings like a threshing machine punching through a cornfield. I screamed in pleasure and drove myself down, "Aaaarrrghhh…"
"Oh God," shrieked Andrew and I felt his cum explode within me. It shot up my cervix and deep into my body, before sliding out of my soaking cunt, as I slid off his body. "Oh my God," said Andrew again, then he looked at his goo leaking out of my pussy, "I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…"
I waved him into silence, "I’m on the pill," I said and lay back panting; my body still aching from the explosive power of my orgasms. I looked over at the two cocks dping my girl Dawnie and smiled; the teen wasn’t the only greedy cock slut in the room and looking at them ploughing that sexy bit made me heat up again. Even as I watched Warren gave a grunt and pulled himself out. Just in time as he splurted his cum over Dawn’s back and ass cheeks. My little teen titan didn’t even pause, just concentrating on making Jonathan do the same.
Warren dropped to the bed, dangling his legs over the edge, sweat dripping from his naked body. He blew out heavily and ran his hand through his damp hair. It looked like he’d thought he’d finished for the afternoon. I looked at his cock, limp but large, and smiled – Warren still had more to do, he wasn’t resting whilst I was still hot to trot. I got off the bed and dropped to my knees beside his cock, "Let me help get you up," I said.
He stiffened at the touch of my tongue, the hard prick springing back to life like a vamp clawing its way out of its hole. I licked it once more just to make sure it was ready for action, sliding my tongue up from his balls, running it round his manhood like a corkscrew and ending at the tip. I smiled and opened my mouth, sliding it down the prick that just moments before had been pranging Dawnie’s asshole. Warren moaned and shook as my lips moved over his cock taking more and more.
"Aaaarrrrghhh… that’s it," Dawnie screamed and writhed. I could see her getting off Jonathan, cum dripping from her cunt. She smiled at him and Andrew, "Don’t worry, I’m on the pill as well." She slid over to Andrew and slid her hand over his cock, which had hardened again as he watched me suck his friend. The dork shuddered with pleasure as she ran her fingers over it, before my cutie smiled at him and said the words men live for, "Fuck my ass."
I sucked harder at Warren, driving forward with ever greater force, so that I took more and more of him in my mouth until he was hitting my throat and I was almost gagging. I could feel him shake with pleasure as I took it all, my lips and tongue playing with his dick as a cat plays with a mouse. I loved the way he was quivering and the way I had to gasp in oxygen in brief gasps, I loved the taste of his cock, salty and bitter, the sharpness of ass debris and flavouring of his cum. I even loved the way it hit the back of my tonsils and made me fight against the bile. But the real reason I was sucking him so hard and so deep was that watching Dawnie, on her hands and knees, getting butt-fucked by Andrew’s twelve incher was such a fucking turn on I couldn’t help but lose control and just suck like a slut. I mean, I’d never have guessed Andrew had it in him, he was slamming deep and hard, ramming her like she was a three-penny whore. And from her screams, Dawnie, my little Dawnie, was loving it…
Suddenly I felt hands on my waist and, seconds later, one of them moving to pussy to stroke it and pry it open. I’d forgotten about Jonathan, but luckily he hadn’t forgotten about me. I pulled my head up from the slimy cock in front of me, much to Warrens displeasure, and said to Jonathan, "That’s it, help yourself to Faith’s fuck-box."
He did.
I gasped as his rock-hard prick moved into my slit. It moved deeper and further, making me shudder with pleasure. And when it rode over my G-spot… shall we say I competed with Dawnie for loudest shrieker in the room (though Andrew was coming a close third); "Oh fuck," I cried, "Fuck me hard."
Jonathan began to plough into me, stuffing his twelve-incher down my pussy, stretching and opening my hole like it was made of rubber – a very elastic rubber as well. My body shook and hot flushes sprang all over me like blooms sprouting in a desert after rain. I squealed again as he hit my cunt’s g-spot like a fuckin’ Ferrari slamming into a wall – the orgasms tore into me and stars span in front of my eye; "Fuck, fuck me hard…"
In front of me Warren’s prick stood to attention, rock hard and ready for action. It’s owner was looking down jealousy as I was banged by his friend. I gasped, thrilled by cock, as Jonathan hammered home and also cos I knew a way to pleasure them both and me at the same time. Next time as Jonathan pulled out, I leant forward and his cock slid out, together with some of my juicy cum. He grunted in annoyance, but before he could place it back in I was twirling round and sitting on my ass, with my hands covering my slit. Jonathan looked confused, "Um… er… Faith?"
"Sit on the edge of the bed," I ordered. He did so.
And as soon as he had I was up and lowering myself onto him, twisting my back and slit, so that he was wedging his cock into me. I placed my feet on his thighs and began to lever myself up and down, my naked ass smacking into the lower part of his stomach as I slammed down. It didn’t take me long to work myself into a comfortable spot. Then I halted, licking my lips lustfully as I looked at Warren, "It’ll be a tight squeeze, but why don’t you put your prick with your friend?" I grinned and moved a hand down to rub my wet, cock-filled hole.
Warren looked at Jonathan for a moment, before they both shrugged, "Why not," said Warren and moved to join us.
If my pussy had been stretched with one cock it was almost splitting with two. Especially as these weren’t any tiny twigged peckers, but full-bodies ramrodding poles. To say it was a squeeze was like saying a marathon is a run; I almost screamed in agony as Warren forced his cock into me and if I wasn’t a Slayer I think it’d be too much and I’d have been totally fucked… or unfucked. But gradually the second cock was forced in, joining the first. I leant back into Jonathan and let Warren do the work, "Fuck me, fuck me."
The geek really began to plough me, ramming forward and dragging his friend’s cock deep into me. Each thrust exploded over my G-spot, sending my clit into a quivering rush of joy and stretching my walls so much that the remaining nerve endings energised and blew so much that they almost went on strike. I screamed as I came, again and again, my loud shrieks blowing Dawnie’s screams of pleasure away, "Fuuuuucccckkk… aaaaaargggghhhh… fuuuuucckkkkk!" The orgasms started and then came in a continuous stream, making me blubber with excitement every time Warren rammed forward. He was dripping his sweat onto me and I could feel Jonathan’s perspiration under me as my back slid up and down his chest, moving with every thrust from Warren, "Fuuuuuuccckkkk…aaaaaaarrrgggghhhh… fuuuuucckkkk!"
The absolute pleasure racing through my body was so powerful, so strong, so fucking earth shattering that I knew it couldn’t last for long. And it didn’t. With his cock squeezed like it was in a vice it didn’t take Warren long to cum again. He pulled out just in time, and directing his massive member towards my stomach he squirted his sperm over my toned stomach. I groaned in pleasure as the seed hit my skin, sliding down in gooey strands. It felt good; warm and with a sensual feel. I let it seep down for a moment as I savoured its touch against my flesh. Closing my eyes so that I could hear the sound of Andrew’s sack slapping into Dawnie’s ass and her screams as he drove deep. Then I opened them again and began to bounce Jonathan’s cock.
He gasped in pleasure, moaning as my body jumped up and down, his cock leveraging into my cunt. I felt explosive myself, my clit aflame with desire as I rammed down, "Fuuucck, fuuucckkk, fuuuucckkk," I grunted.
"Yessssss, yesssss, yessss," screamed Jonathanas I hit down. I could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer than Warren and redoubled my speed and effort, hammering down so hard on his dick I risked breaking it like a dry twig. He didn’t seem to mind, gripping my waist and thrusting up at me, ramming his dong over my G-spot, "Yeeeeesssss, yessssss, yessssss," he shrieked like a girl. And came.
The cum shot into my cunt and out of it, spraying us both in white, sexy liquid. It dripped down my thighs and out of my cunt, mixing with Warren’s in a gooey, liquid gloop. I pulled myself off and watched Andrew climax in Dawnie. The geek stiffened, his whole body like a washboard as he pumped into my girl’s open asshole. He looked almost surprised as he murmured, "Oh God," and pulled out. I looked at Dawnie’s open asshole, leaking cum from the hole and down her crack. It seemed yummy enough.
"Watch this guys," I said, "One last show."
Dawnie was lying face down, her legs spread apart and letting the cum slide down her hole. She gave a gasp and then a titter as I moved behind her and pushed my tongue into the gaped hole; "Faith," she giggled, "That’s so slutty."
I knew, but so tasty as well. I drove my tongue back and forth, slurping the salty cum from her asshole and swallowing it down my throat. It soon became a race between how much I could lap and how fast it would slip down her chute out of my tongue’s reach. I dug deep pulling as much out as I could and make Dawnie shake with pleasure, as her asshole, still sensitive after it’s fuckings, enjoyed the touch of my lithe and flexible tongue. "MMMnnnn Faith… that’s so good, lick my asshole better, lick it better from those big, nasty cocks," moaned my sexy teen slattern.
I lapped and licked, probing with my tongue, pushing it deep and wiggling it round her hole. I licked until the cum was long gone, until my tongue was numbing and her hole was slowly closing back to a more respectable size. Only then did I pull out and give the three awe-struck geeks a winning grin, "What can I say guys, me and Dawnie, we’re real Wonderwomen."
"Like Supergirl or Batgirl," said Warren
"Like the Hulk," said Andrew, which wasn’t really the look I was going for.
"Like Buffy," said Jonathan, which was even more irritating and made me think no matter how big the cocks the chances of him getting a repeat visit to my pussy was slightly less than the chance of GW Bush winning a second term.
I got off the bed and began to get dressed. Dawnie joined me and we swiftly replaced our clothes, apart from our thongs. Finished dressing I picked up the underwear and looked at Dawnie, "Shall we leave them a souvenir?"
"Sure," laughed Dawnie, "but there’s three of them and only two pairs."
"I know" I threw them into the middle of the room, "Let them wrestle for them."
The three geeks screamed "Death match" and dived in unison for the thongs. They were still fighting as me and Dawnie opened the basement door and headed out.
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The Sexual Adventures of Faith Lehane