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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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- 10-10
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The house was quiet when we entered. Dawnie was asleep and B was either sleeping or out patrolling, and I didn’t care which. We padded upstairs to Joyce’s room.
I picked up the chair next to the cosmetic table and twisted it round, so that it was facing into the room. I sat down, as Joyce dawdled and looked at her feet.
I looked at her sternly, "Never disagree with me again," I said.
"Sorry Faith," Joyce mumbled quietly, she kicked at the floor like a naughty schoolgirl caught smoking behind the gym.
I snorted in derision, "I think butt-fuck bunny, that you’ve started to think of this an equal relationship."
"I haven’t," moaned Joyce, "I know I’m your slutty bitch."
I sighed, "I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to do this, but your behaviour tonight hasn’t left me a choice. Over my knee."
Joyce whimpered, but did as I said. I pulled up her dress, exposing her bare buttocks. I put my hand on them, feeling them shiver beneath my touch.
"What do you do if I say I want the entire cheerleader team to fuck you?" I asked.
There was another whimper from Joyce and way too long a pause, before she answered, "I bend over and let them take me."
"If you answered quicker, I’d have just used my hand. However you need to realise what punishment is."
Joyce whimpers went into a continuous stream as I reached back and fished for her hairbrush. I lightly laid the brush on her buttocks and massaged the skin with its back, "How many do you think you’ll need?"
"S…s…six," said Joyce, hopefully.
I almost laughed, but I think it would have spoiled my stern countenance, so I held it in, "I’ll think you’ll need a lot more than that."
I raised the brush and brought it down with a thwack. There was a scream of pain from Joyce.
"I…I…I’m sorry," wailed Joyce. I didn’t reply. Instead I brought down the brush again, aiming for the red mark when it had landed before. There was another squeal. I didn’t let her get another word in before I brought it down again; four more times in quick succession.
"Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow," squealed Joyce with each slap. I paused, letting the cool back of the brush lie lightly on the marks it had created.
I was quiet for a few minutes, letting Joyce stew, unsure whether I’d finished or if this was merely a break. Every few seconds she let out a faint sob. Finally I spoke, "You’re my bitch, butt-fuck bunny. What are you?"
"Your…" I slammed the brush down with, if not all my strength, at least a fair portion of it,"…. Aaaaarrrggghhh…. your bitch."
Suddenly the door opened and in it stood Dawnie, blinking her eyes sleepily, as she looked at her Mom lying over my knee, her ass a cherry red colour, "I heard you crying," she said, "I just wanted to see if you’re alright?"
Joyce nodded piteously, "I’m fine Dawnie. I was naughty earlier and Faith is just telling me off."
A lazy smile crossed Dawnie’s face, and I winked at her, "Okay," she grinned, "enjoy your telling off. See you tomorrow." She gave me a thumbs up sign and closed the door behind her.
"Now where were we?" I asked rhetorically, before Joyce could answer I spanked her hard.
"Aaaarrggghhh… I’m your bitch," she screamed.
I slammed down the brush half a dozen more times in quick succession. In between screams Joyce repeated, "I’m your bitch, I’m your bitch," as a mantra.
"Don’t you forget it butt-fuck bunny," down came to the brush with a swish.
"Aaarrgghhh…" Joyce cried out, "I’m your bitch… I’m your bitch."
I continued slapping her ass, until her words were incoherent between her sobs. Then I replaced the brush on the table.
"Your ass is really glowing," I grinned. I latched my arm under her body and levered her into standing up.
She nodded and sniffled. Tears had poured down her cheeks, leaving dark marks where they’d taken eyeliner with them. "I’m s…s..sorry. I’ll be good."
I gave an exasperated sigh of disbelief, "Saying sorry isn’t good enough. We’ll continue your lessons tomorrow."
I pulled of my T-shirt, "In the meantime, let’s go to bed," I dropped my bra on the floor and then grinned, "though as you’ll be lying face down, you might as well munch me before we sleep."
*
I pulled up the bedding at looked at Joyce’s ass. During the night the redness had faded to be replaced by a series of tan-brown marks. The Milf moved slightly as the sun sparkled through the curtain, it’s rays sweeping onto her naked back. I leant out of bed and fished in my jacket, coming up with a packet of Marlboro and a lighter. I lit up, inhaling the delicious aroma – it’s another thing English lectures me on; claiming tobacco will lead me to an early grave. Kinda ironic given that few slayers make it past there twenty first birthday.
There was an empty glass on Joyce’s side of the bed and I leant over her to flick in some ash. The movement of the bed, must have woken her, or perhaps it was the smell of the ciggie. In either case she opened her eyes and yawned, "Morning Faith," she murmured and moved onto her side, hoisting up her head so that it was held by her hand.
"Morning butt-fuck bunny," I smiled back.
"This is a no-smoking…" Joyce stopped suddenly as her sleep encrusted brain brought back the memories of last night’s lesson, "…doesn’t matter," she finished lamely.
I didn’t reply, but instead took a leisurely drag of the cig and blew the smoke into the air, where it floated, highlighted by the sun, before slowly melting away. I leant over a dropped the remains of it in the glass, where for a few seconds the tip glowed brightly, before extinguishing itself.
I’m got out of bed, "I’m going to have a shower, while you make breakfast. Then we’ll carry on with the lessons."
After last nights exertions the shower was luxuriously warm against my skin, rejuvenating tired muscles and leaving me with a metaphorical spring in my step. I reached down and rubbed the flesh around my pussy, there was a faint stubble growing, feeling like the kiss you get from grandpa at Christmas. I stepped onto the shower mat and opened the bathroom cabinet. A couple of ladies razors and some shaving gel sat on one of the shelves.
Sitting on cabinet at the end of the bath, I squirted some of the gel onto my hand and rubbed it round my twat until it was nicely lathered up. I hummed a cheerful ditty as I started to scrape with the razor.
Suddenly the door opened. I was so used to living on my own I’d forgotten to lock it. In came Dawnie, still in the pyjamas I’d seen her in last night. She smiled at me, unfazed by the fact I was sitting in her bathroom with my legs apart, "Good morning Faith," she chirped.
Then she pulled down her pyjama bottoms and sat on the toilet. I could hear the sound of her pee hitting the water.
"So how did Mom’s telling off go?" she asked conversationally.
"Er, fine Dawnie," I replied momentarily lost for words.
She stood up pulled some toilet paper from the holder and wiped herself clean, "I think it pissed off Buffy," she dropped the paper in the toilet and flushed, before closing the lid.
"Oh," I replied. She was taking well the fact that last night she’d seen me beating her Mom with a hairbrush, most sixteen year olds would have been scarred for life by that scene.
"Can I?" she reached out for the gel and took it without waiting for my reply. I watched in fascination as she pulled her bottoms down further exposing a twat with a trace of hair above it. She lathered the gel round it, reached for the spare razor and then sat on the toilet lid.
"I wouldn’t worry about Buffy," she smiled, "Mom gave her a talk a few days ago. Told her that she was with you and Buffy ought to be a good girl and accept it."
"Do you think she will be? a good girl that is;" it was hard to concentrate on my own shaving when Dawnie was lightly coating the shaving cream round her lips with two fingers.
The razor scraped along Dawnie’s skin with a faint crackle, "Sure; Buffy always does what Mom says. If Mom told her to stick a pole up her ass and do an impression of a tree, she’d ask oak or willow?"
"I think your Mom might prefer oak," I grinned, then seeing Dawnie looking at me like I was mad, I shook my head, "In-joke. So are you a good girl as well?"
She gave me a grin a vixen gives a chicken, "Faith, I’m sitting shaving my pussy with the person who whopped my Mom’s ass last night. What do you think?"
"You’re someone who cares about personal hygiene?" I was liking this girl.
Dawnie choked back a laugh, "Don’t crack jokes when I’ve got a razor; female circumcision isn’t my style."
"So what is?" I asked mischievously.
"Oh, I don’t know Faith, I’m sweet and virginal. But I do know it isn’t being whacked with a brush; if anyone’s going to be spanking it’ll be me," she stood up, "there that’s finished. Pass me a towel."
I passed her a towel and watched as she cleaned away the last vestiges off the shaving cream before handing it me back. She pulled up her pyjama bottoms, but paused at the door as I spoke, "Dawnie. I’ll be busy with your Mom today, but let’s have a chat."
She grinned at me, "Aaaww Faith, I already feel you’re like the big sis Buffy should have been."
I grinned as she closed the door. I had won over one of the Summer’s girls and if what she said was true, I didn’t need worry about B trying to thump my ass. I resumed humming as I started to scrape the razor against my skin.
*
Through breakfast Dawnie prattled merrily, as if I was a normal house guest. B scowled her way through her waffles, but said not a word (and more importantly didn’t dive at me with the butter knife). Joyce clucked around like a mother hen, making sure we all had enough, dripping syrup in excess quantities onto our plates, despite half-hearted protests from Dawnie and every now and then flashed me a sexy tits from under her robe.
I sat at the breakfast table as Joyce cleared up. As she put away the last dish I stood up, "Time for the lessons to restart," I said.
Joyce nodded, "Don’t interrupt me and Faith. I may be a bit loud," she looked at Dawnie, who gave a her Mom a mock affronted look. B scowled at me, quickly turning her face neutral as her Mom’s gaze shifted to her.
I escorted Joyce to her room and closed the door, "Take off that robe," I demanded.
Joyce undid the bow at the front and shrugged the robe to the floor. I looked over her; damn she’s attractive naked and I felt an urge to just fuck her their and then. I resisted; she needs to learn and it’ll hardly help lessons if we’re constantly orgasming each other. Instead I pointed to the wardrobe, "Pick out your favourite dress."
"My favourite dress?" she repeated, looking at me with a confused look on her face.
I reached round and gave her buttock a slap, not too hard, but enough to sting, "I don’t like repeating myself."
She pulled out a dress and gave it to me. I’m a jeans and leather jacket type of gal, myself, but even I could tell this was an expensive piece of apparel. It was a long black, shimmering, piece of evening wear. I could imagine her in, her cleavage teasingly exposed and a cut running up her legs to the top of her thighs. I almost relented and asked her to choose another one; but then I hardened myself, this training was good for me as well as her.
I took the dress and ripped it in half. Joyce opened her mouth in shock and then closed it again in an imitation of a beached goldfish. I put the two bits of material together and again tore them down the middle, so that I was left with four long strips of what had once been a dress.
"Lie face down on the bed," I said, "and then spread your arms and legs."
Once Joyce had done as I told I quickly knotted her wrists and ankles to the bed, leaving her spread-eagled, with her ass thrust slightly in the air. I admired my handiwork, then reached for my jacket, "Right, I’ve got to go get some things. You just wait there until I return."
*
It was after lunch by the time I returned. Dawnie let me in, grinning, and we exchanged a few smutty pleasantries, before I bounded upstairs. Joyce was as I’d left her. As I came in her head ratcheted round and I could tell the relief in her voice in just the word, "Faith!"
"Hi," I dropped my rucksack on the floor, sat beside her on the bed and patted her ass. Even that little touch resulted in a moan of happiness.
"Have you missed me butt-fuck bunny?" I asked drew my finger across her naked asshole.
She nodded, "I missed you, just thinking about you has left me lying in a damp patch."
"Okay, let me untie you and have a look at your training gear." I unfastened the knots. I’d left them tight enough to keep her in place, but not so that her circulation was cut off or that I’d find them difficult to undo. She still rubbed her wrists, though there wasn’t a mark on them.
I opened the rucksack and pulled out the first item. It was a leather ball-gag, Joyce picked it up like it was a dog suspected of rabies and hastily put it down again, her face filled with distaste. I just grinned and brought out the second item, a riding crop, much more versatile than the do-it-yourself brush I used last night. A butt plug came out next, followed by a rope swing and plenty of rope, plus a toolbox to allow me to set it up.
I brought out the final item, and finally Joyce blurted, "What’s that?"
"It’s an ashtray," I responded dryly, "you don’t seem to have any."
Luckily I’m pretty handy and it only took me twenty minutes to have the rope swing up and over the bed. During this time Joyce sat nervously, sometimes reading out an instructions from the manual as I got to tricky bit of installation. Finally I was satisfied it was up, I gave one of the ropes an experimental tug and the swing shot up towards the ceiling.
"Okay, let’s get you ready," I said to Joyce, who shifted on the bed nervously.
"Now I think you need to understand," I continued, "that I don’t want to have to punish you, but I will. And its important to see what its like. Alright?"
"Y…y…yes," Joyce stammered. I picked up the ball-gag and slipped it round her head, pushing the ball itself into her mouth.
"Very nice," I said, " stand up!"
Joyce jumped up like she was a recruit caught sleeping on duty by the drill sergeant. I picked up the butt-plug and moving my arm round her back I rammed it home. With the ball in place Joyce wasn’t able to make a sound, but her eyes widened as the toy went deep up her hole, until only a ring at the end was exposed.
I picked up a piece of the spare rope and wrapped it tightly round one tittie, so that it sprang out. I pulled the rope hard, pushing in the flesh and making the front expand, like a balloon. It went a deep purple and her nipple went hard. I patted it, feeling the firmness against my skin. Then I used the other piece of spare rope on her second tit.
"Looks good. Painful is it?" I asked.
Joyce nodded.
"Okay, get on the bed and lie down, let’s get you in the swing, " following my command Joyce lay face down on the bed. She waggled her ass gently and I grinned as I saw the ring of the butt-plug tinkle.
I roped her arms and legs together, then laced it through a ring on the back of the ball-gag, pulling her head up. Once she was in position I hoisted her up, so that’s he was suspended a couple of feet over the bed.
Of course, this didn’t leave me any room, so I spent ten minutes moving the bed and furniture so that I had some space. I could see Joyce’s eyes following me as I moved. So once I was ready I gave her a treat and seductively stripped until I was down to my panties.
All this excitement meant I needed a quick break. I picked up the ashtray, balanced it lightly on Joyce’s back and lit up. The tobacco relaxed and soothed me, as I sucked it down. I flicked ash into the tray, brushing off a speck that landed on Joyce’s back. I could feel her shake, I think she was scared about where I’d stub the cig. She needn’t have worried as I ground it out in the ashtray.
Picking up the riding crop, I stood in front of Joyce flexing it, "Now what shall I spank first, those magnificent tits of yours or that delectable ass."
The gag prevented her telling me her opinion, so I decided for her. I went out of eyeshot and waited. The tension soon started to tell and I could see Joyce quivering as she waited for the blow. I grinned and paused some more. Only when she was shaking like a drunken jellyfish did I bring the crop down against her buttocks.
If she’d been able to I’m sure she’d have screamed. Certainly by the time I’d brought it down a few more times she’d have been yowling like a cat on heat. I cracked out a tune on her butt, each whip leaving a red mark, overlined on her earlier bruises. When her ass looked like a red and brown zebra I paused. Then I knelt down and gave her a small get well soon kiss, I’m not a complete bitch.
When I moved to the front I could see the impact I’d had on Joyce, watery stains had dripped down her cheeks and even the leather strap holding the ball in place was soaked. I felt a few seconds of guilt, then I straightened myself up, it’s true what parents say before they spank you; it does hurt me, more than it hurts you, though obviously not physically.
I whished the crop across her tits, it hit with a thwack. Joyce’s eye’s widened in pain, and I could see her cheeks blow out as she tried to exhale a shriek. I raised the crop again and cracked it down, bringing more tears to her eyes and a weal to her tits. Half a dozen more whips, half a dozen more red lines.
I stepped back, "I think that’ll do for today."
I put the bed back in place and then lowered her down and untied her. I sat on the bed and gestured to my lap, "Come and sit here," I said sweetly.
Joyce sat gingerly on my lap, I guess even sitting down hurt at the moment, "So what have you learnt butt-fuck bunny?" I asked.
Joyce thought for a second and then replied, "I’m your bitch," she replied.
"Good. And?"
"If I’m naughty I get punished, so I shouldn’t be bad."
I stroked her thigh gently, and she smiled at me, "And if you want to swap me, I should do it straight away."
I stroked her hair, "That’s quick learning. You do know that if I do lend you to someone, I’ll take you back later."
Joyce nodded, showing me her happy face. I patted her thigh one more time, "Up you get I’ve got one more thing in the rucksack."
I reached in and pulled out a jar of cream, "It’s made by the Council, magical ingredients, rub it over your bruises and they’ll go away. However," I added, "don’t think you’ll get this every time I need to punish you. This is a once off."
Joyce nodded.
"Okay," I dabbed into the jar, "let’s start with your tits."
I smeared the ointment over her weals and they slowly faded away, even the bruises on her butt from last night miraculously went. In a few minutes she was standing before me unblemished
I looked at my watch, "If you want me to stay to dinner, you better get cooking."
"Of course I want you to stay to dinner, Faith," Joyce reached for her robe, but I gently took her arm.
"You can wear an apron, you don’t need any more," I said. Joyce nodded meekly, well broken in.
*
I love Sunday Roast and even B’s constant glowering couldn’t spoil it. I mean I hadn’t asked Joyce to sit at the table naked, well okay I had, but they are a very nice pair of tits, it's not my fault that B’s are only average. Dawnie was a lot less talkative than she was this morning and several times I noticed her fork miss her mouth as she ate, transfixed as she was by her Mom’s bosom hovering over the gravy.
Politely I put my knife and fork together, "That was delicious, Joyce," I said sweetly. B growled at me, then went silent as her Mom shot her a look.
"Why don’t you tell the girls to clean up and we can go watch some TV?" I continued.
Dawnie and B both looked at me with dislike, though for different reasons. However, if Joyce noticed her daughter’s looks she still followed my suggestion and set them about washing and drying. As Joyce stood up, I put a hand on her buttock to guide her into the lounge, as we left I looked over my shoulder and winked at B. Seconds later there was the sound of a dish splintering behind me and an outraged cry from Dawnie, mainly because she’d just washed it.
A few minutes later they came into the lounge. I was relaxed in front of the TV, with a very naked Joyce sitting on my lap, with an arm round my shoulder.
Dawnie grinned and sat down on a chair, which gave her a bad view of the TV, but a clear one of her Mom’s smooth snatch, "What ya watching?"
B swept into the room, took one look and headed towards the stairs, "I’m going to my room."
"Joyce," I whirled a finger round her ear lobe and she tittered, "wouldn’t it be nice to watch this as a family?"
"Buffy," her Mom turned, "We’ve got guests, stay here and watch the game-show."
B started towards the stairs, wallowing as if in a bucket of treacle, as the battle between obeying her Mom and seeing me ravish her played within her head. Slowly, as if an invisible magnet was pulling her she approached the sofa and then sat down heavily with a grump. I grinned at her. The bitch, ignored me and stared at the screen.
I grinned and concentrated on the TV, every now and then feeling the cushions slightly shift as B shuffled uncomfortably.
"This is nice, isn’t it?" I said conversationally. There was no answer, Dawnie was too busy staring at her Mom, Joyce was nestling into my neck and dipping her tongue into and out against it. A bright red B, was sitting with her hands chastely in the lap, trying to block out her Mom’s lapping noises beside her.
"Butt-fuck bunny," I said.
Dawn tittered and the cushions moved again, as B moved as far down the sofa as she was able, nearly dropping off. Joyce withdrew her mouth and looked up at me, "Mmhm?"
"As I’m going to be seeing you quite a lot, do you think your daughters should start calling me Auntie Faith?"
"Sure Auntie Faith," said Dawnie and giggled some more.
"That’s a good idea," agreed Joyce, her recent spanking helping remind her always to agree with my suggestion, "Buffy, Dawn, it’s Auntie Faith from now on."
My ‘friend’ could stay silent for any longer, "Mom," she started to whine.
"Buffy, do what I say," Joyce looked at her with what, I guess, was supposed to be a cross expression.
Her daughter looked her in the face, then saw where I’d placed my hand, and quickly switched back to facing the TV, "Mom…" she whined again.
"Perhaps, I should also be in charge of discipline," I mused to Joyce. She nodded. That shut B up, quicker than I could say ‘scrappy dappy doo’.
It had been fun teasing B, but a naked Milf sitting on my lap was making me horny and I needed to get some action. I removed my hand from Joyce’s titty and slid it down to her thighs. With a sigh, Joyce moved her legs slowly apart. I walked my fingers to the top of her legs and then slid them down, so they caught against her lips.
There was a groan of horror from B as she saw what we were doing. It was drowned out by Joyce’s sounds as I moved a finger from outside to in.
"Uuurrrgghhh, Faith, you know what I like," said Joyce, oblivious to B and Dawnie.
I knew exactly what Joyce liked and put in another finger. Her hole was slippery with jizz and my fingers slid easily up and down, rapping against her bud with every stroke. I leant against her nipple and began to tease it with my tongue.
From the corner of my eye I saw Dawnie, gulping and wiping sweat from her brow. Her legs were crossed tightly together, but she still couldn’t stop herself pushing her hand between them and rubbing at her crotch through her jeans. I heard her whimper in frustration – that’s one girl who’ll be diddling her slit later tonight, I thought.
"Oh my God," shrieked Joyce and arched her back. I frigged harder, driving her towards orgasm.
When she came, she did it in style. There was a supersized scream and a stream of juice jumped from her cunt, to splatter across B’s legs. I could see the teen shudder with revulsion. But there’s a good thing about being a demon hunter, we’re used to being slimed. Like a good little Slayer she kept her eyes fixed straight ahead and ignored the damp stain seeping through her jeans.
As Joyce recovered she realised what she’d done. She opened her mouth to stutter an apology, but no words came out. I suspect it was partly because, it’s hard to put into words what you mean, "I’m sorry I came all over you," doesn’t quite cut it somehow. However, I think the main reason was that as soon as Joyce’s mouth opened, I slid my damp fingers in for her to clean.
"You’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn" I said. There was a groan from Dawnie and she clasped her legs even tighter together, though she couldn’t help but move a hand and squeeze one of her titties through her T-shirt.
"What do you want me to do?" Joyce asked, at least I think that’s what said as I still had my fingers in her mouth.
"Eat me," I pulled my fingers out and pulled down my robe. My tits, free of the material bounced as Joyce slid off my knee.
I raised my legs as he hand grasped at the top of my thong. She pulled it down, over my ankles and dropped it on the floor. Then I slid my legs apart and waited. Joyce quickly got down. Her mouth opened and her lips dabbed against my flesh, with little spider licks, tipping against my flesh.
B nearly choked, as I took hold of her Mom’s head and pushed her towards my slot, "Enough teasing, butt-fuck bunny," I ordered.
The sound of Joyce’s tongue lapping at my juice became audible above my grunts. I made an extra loud moan just to annoy B. From the way she wrinkled her nose and gave a sniff of distaste it worked.
Joyce’s tongue was battering against my clit, sparking waves of pleasure through me. I gave an animal like grunt, "Go for it butt-fuck bunny, I wanna cum," I called.
And cum I did. The sweet sensation that had been building up, suddenly overcame me in a myriad of explosive jolts. I let go off her head and tensed and untensed my hands, as the rapturous feeling ripped my nerves into live wires of lust.
"Oh fuck," I screamed, "Oh fucking God."
Joyce looked up, her face shiny with my juice. I ruffled her hair, "Lets head to bed. Don’t forget to give B and Dawnie a good night kiss."
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