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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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"Heya Auntie Faith,"
I dropped my cig on the ground and squashed it into the floor with the heel of my boot, "Hi Dawnie."
"What you doing?" she asked brightly.
I shrugged non-committally, "I’m waiting for lessons to start, so that I can do a bunk with a clear conscience."
The sixteen year old looked scandalised, which surprised me. Given that she had watched me finger-fuck her Mom a few nights ago, I didn’t think anything could shock the younger Summers.
"I’m going to the Mall, wanna come?" Dawnie’s a lot better company than her stuck up sister; all she needs to be a vixen is someone to show her the ropes. Her Auntie Faith, for example…
"I’m going shopping with Janice on Saturday," Dawnie replied, though the slowness with which she came out with that excuse gave me the idea that she was hoping I’d knock it down quickly. Luckily, for her I did.
"I’m not going shopping…" I gave a wicked grin.
Dawnie’s reply was even slower, like she was thinking every word through for a hidden meaning, "What are you doing, then?"
"Sharking," with my hand I made a bad impression of a fin cutting through the water
"Sharking?" Dawnie repeated what I said, with a look of confusion on her face. Being slow on the uptake must be a Summer’s family trait.
"Sharking, you know you glide through the mall, find a cute girl and then strike. Though it tends to be she does the eating, if you know what I mean…" I grinned at Dawnie, who was finally catching on and she smiled back.
"Won’t I, you know, be in the way?"
I gave her a hurt look, and put my arms round her shoulder, in a sisterly fashion I should say, "Off course not Dawnie. It’ll be more fun with the two of us."
Dawnie smile widened as I winked at her, she looked at the school buildings, "I suppose one day won’t hurt my grades."
*
I took my time in looking for a fuck, despite Dawnie grabbing my arm whenever she saw someone under thirty and asking, "What about that one?"
For Dawnie’s first time I wanted it to be special, someone as innocent as she was, but with an in-born sluttiness which would make her do anything we wanted. By the time I saw someone who fitted it was just after lunch; in fact we were just coming out of the burger bar, when I spotted her.
She wasn’t conventionally pretty, being slightly plump, which is rare for Sunnydale where being a stick insect seems to be the rule (literally in the case of some demons I ran into a while back). She looked like she’d have a nice smile, but she was frowning at the price of something in the Magic Shop window. I nudged Dawn and pointed to her, just as she entered the shop, "What about her?"
Poor Dawnie was so horny by this time I think she’d have agreed if I’d pointed out the Medusa, "Sure," she nodded, then she gave a little frown, "do we just ask her?"
I told Dawnie my plan. She gave me a wicked grin back, I knew I was right about the littlest Summers just needing a mentor.
We walked into the shop. I quickly engaged the owner in conversation, luckily with my Slayer knowledge I knew what I was talking about and soon he was so engrossed in my queries about the use of werewolves claws as a way to ward of sucubi, he didn’t notice my protege pick up an expensive statue and slip it in the plump blonde’s bag. The blonde didn’t notice either; if Dawnie doesn’t get to go to Uni, she’ll make a first class safe cracker.
I finished my conversation and looked with Dawnie at some of the items on display, hideously over-priced crap in my opinion. Next time I dust a vampire, I’m going to take his teeth first- $599 for a pair of fangs!!!
There was a wailing sound from the door way as the theft alarm went off. The plump, blonde looked around in confusion, as if searching for someone sharing the door with her. The owner was already dashing from behind his counter as chubby opened her bag and stared in horror at the new addition.
"I… I…I…" she tried to say as the owner roughly grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the door.
He reached into her bag and pulled out the statue, frankly it was hideous, a pink elephant with an oversized trunk wrapped round a front leg. It was just the type of thing B would think was cute.
"We’ll see what the police think," the owner brandished the statue like it was a weapon and I could see chubby quail, tears of fear starting to appear in her eyes.
That’s when I stepped forward like the female equivalent of John Wayne, "I’m sure it’s a mistake," I said in my best soothing tones. I reached into my jeans and pulled out my wallet, "Perhaps if I paid."
Chubby looked at me with so much gratitude that I thought she was going to hug me on the spot. The owner almost looked as grateful; I guess, like me, he realised it was a bit of overpriced tat. If I were him I’d have been pleased someone was nicking it. However, instead the miserly bastard haggled me up another fifty dollars, which I stumped up, thinking the blonde had better be worth it.
Once outside the shop I quickly introduced myself and Dawnie; who was so obviously dying for a fuck she was hopping from foot to foot in impatience.
"I’m T..Tara Maclay… I didn’t steal anything," she quickly added.
I patted her arm, not feeling even the tiniest twinge of guilt as I looked at her innocent tear-stained face, "Don’t worry Tara, I believe you."
She seemed to relax, and I knew she was like a fish caught on the end of my line. Now all I had to do was gently reel her in, "You’ve had an awful shock. Why don’t we go and get a drink?"
"I’m only nineteen and haven’t got any ID," she replied, making her the only nineteen year old I know who hasn’t got a fake stashed in her purse.
"Don’t worry, I’ve got some fakes and I know a place where they don’t check them to carefully."
*
I’d chosen the bar carefully, it was less busy than it sounded, but the acoustics were so bad you had to shout to make yourself heard. Or sit jam-packed in a booth. I’d sandwiched Tara in the middle, getting myself and Dawnie so close to her that every time she moved her legs they bashed against ours. A few drinks and chubby had forgotten her ordeal, she was also nicely loosened (as was Dawnie who didn’t really need it). She quite happily accepted my offer at a coffee back at my bed-sit.
It isn’t much to look at, but my home has all the essentials; a wardrobe, shower, stove and a single bed, cos I don’t want my conquest staying the night. I left the others sitting on my bed as I went into the cubby-hole the realtor described as a deluxe kitchen. I was half-expecting by the time I returned that Dawnie would have started to make a move, but no she and Tara were just sitting their like two-prim faced virgins; which was fair, cos that’s what they were.
"Kettles boiling," I said and sat heavily down on the bed. I could feel it rock slightly as I went down and there was a brief titter from Tara. I moved closer to her and slid one arm round her back.
"Faith," she tried to sound shocked, but couldn’t conceal the lustful nervousness in her voice.
I didn’t respond, instead I moved my spare hand and started to pop the buttons on the front of her dress. Tara seemed unsure what to do, her hand moved to mine, at first she exerted some weak pressure, which I ignored. Seeing it had made no difference she just rested her hand on mine, looking down as her dress was slowly undone.
Dawnie was also looking a bit confused and nervous. She was looking at Tara’s chest, but was biting her lip and rubbing her hands together, not sure what to do with them. I decided to ignore her for a few moments, I’d warm up Tara and then bring in Dawnie. It would do her good to see an expert at work.
The dress was about as alluring as Leatherface and had the colour of a Laurel and Hardy film, but as I drew it apart I could see I was right about Tara having a secret slutty side. Her bra was a deep red, and only just kept her nipples in check.
"Nice bra," I murmured. Dawnie craned her head to get a better look and Tara went the same colour as it.
I reached up and hooked my fingers under the bra, it was silk. There was no resistance as I pulled it down beneath Tara’s tits. Her brown nipples stood like a soldier on a parade. I licked my lips and smiled at Tara, showing her my teeth, "They look good enough to eat."
The only reply was a moan from Tara. I bent down and moved my tongue over her nipple, as I felt the rough skin on my tongue I could feel Tara shake and she gave another slight moan. I enclosed the teat with my lips, sucking it gently in until in was between my teeth, before gently biting down.
"Oh that’s nice," said Tara, which is the kind of reaction you get if you tickle someone’s toes, not bite on their tit.
Still I’m not easily discouraged and with my hands free I slid one of them into the dress and then down. Tara’s thong was the only impediment to my target, and that didn’t stop me long. Under my fingers I could feel a small bush of hair, I moved through it until I could feel her hole. I lightly massaged at the top of it, each of my movements sending a further shudder through the blonde. I continued lightly stroking it until I felt a tiny slither of juice under my finger.
I took my mouth away and looked at Dawnie. She was sitting cross legged on the bed and gulped as she saw me looking at her, "Come on scaredy cat," I said mischievously, but not meanly, "Tara’s got two titties, I’ve got one mouth."
I didn’t wait for Dawnie reaction, but got back to suckling. A few seconds later Dawn joined me. Her head brushed against mine as she start to lightly lick at the teat, as Tara’s moans increased Dawn got bolder and bolder, opening her mouth wider and taking more of the tit in, until I thought she was going to swallow it. More painfully, she kept forgetting I was beside her and in her excitement managed to crack her head against mine. I decided to give her some room and moved back.
Tara’s dress had slipped of her shoulder and was bunched round her waist, but me and Dawnie were still fully dressed. That was easily solved and I quickly dropped my clothes on the floor. Dawnie was still too engrossed in her tittie licking to notice, but I could see Tara was admiring my toned body, which didn’t surprise me one bit.
I stepped round behind Dawnie, "Hang on, kiddo," I said, "I’m just going to help you out of those jeans."
There was no reply from Dawnie, just continued slurpings as the greedy little bit continued to devour Tara’s tits. I undid her jeans and slid them off, Dawnie reluctantly taking a brief break so I could do so. Her white panties soon followed, already damp with her juice. She was so engrossed in snacking on Tara, that try as I might I couldn’t entice her away long enough to remove her sweater. I shrugged, I was getting an eyeful of Tara’s jugs and that’d do for now.
"Be back in two minutes," I said. The other two ignored me, Tara too busily moaning and Dawnie too busy making her do so.
I walked into the small cubby-hole that served as my main room and opened the bottom drawer. It was filled with various sex toys. I took my time choosing what I wanted, for Tara and Dawnie’s first time I wanted quality, though quantity would also be nice. Eventually I decided on two strap-ons, a larger one for me and a smaller one for Dawn, but hers had a nice ribbed feel, whilst mine was more a plain vanilla.
I pulled mine on and headed back into the bedroom, suddenly aware that there had been a moment of silence and that when they’d restarted the groans had a different pitch to them.
On the bed Dawnie was lying with her legs apart. I couldn’t see Tara’s face, it being between Dawnie’s thighs. I could see the top of her head bobbing up and down, that and the slurping sound gave me a fair idea of what was happening. Even as I stood there, Dawnie’s hands went to the top of Tara’s head and she pushed the chubby blonde down, calling out, "Deeper, do me deeper."
Feeling a surge of pride at how quickly Dawnie was taking the lead, I decided not to go straight in for a fuck, but allow Dawnie her head for a little longer. I sat on the bed behind Tara, and sliding my hand beneath her dress (which had fallen down over her thighs) I began to play with her tush. I particularly enjoyed the way it wobbled when I gave it a few light smacks and would have carried on like that for ages except for Dawnie exploding in a tremendous series of orgasmic shrieks.
An explosion of liquid rose from between the teens thighs. There was a brief ‘urgh from Tara as it splattered against her face, before dropping back down on Dawnie. The blonde raised herself up and rubbed the liquid from her eyes, Dawnie looked a bit worried, and I wondered if Dawnie was a squirter, like her Mom, was B the same? Something to find out later, as I had other things on my mind.
"Well done Tara," I said to the blonde, "it’s not easy to get someone to squirt. And you managed it." Tara expression changed from a look of surprise and indignation, to a beam of pleasure. God, a few compliments and its amazing what blondes will take.
"Anyway," I continued, "enough foreplay. I think it’s time I gave you a proper fuck."
"How are you going to do that?" asked Tara, her eyes widening as she looked down and saw what was dangling between my legs. I gave her a smile like a Cheshire Cat, "On your back."
As she complied, I turned to Dawnie, who after her little ‘accident’ looked a little subdued. I gave her a play punch to the arm, "Buckle that on," I pointed to the strap-on I’d brought in for her, "watch how I do it and then you can have a go."
Dawnie gave me a nervous smile back, I struggled to remember if I was that nervous when I’d fucked my first babe. Probably not…
Deciding Tara’s dress was an impediment I could do without I pulled it off and dropped it to the floor. She looked at me and gave a smile that looked as confident as Dawnie’s – she was a virgin as well I remembered. I gave her a reassuring leer back, "Don’t worry Tarakins – just lie back and enjoy it. I’m the one doing all the work."
She gave a half-hearted nod, but lay her head down. I spread her legs. Her cunt was already moist, little nodules of liquid sitting on hair of a small pubic thatch above her hole. Making sure Dawnie was watching I slid a couple of fingers into Tara’s slit. She gasped and bucked as they went in and I could feel the flesh enclose them as I probed deeper. I gave her a few quick thrusts as I explored for the clit, finding it as Tara gave a less than ladylike shriek.
Pulling out my damp fingers I licked the juice of them. Dawnie’s tongue was hanging out as she watched, not helped by the fact that instead of licking them like I was dog after a bone, I let my tongue move slowly and seductively, so I could really savour the taste.
Taking the dildo in my hand, I asked," Are you ready?"
Not waiting for a reply, I started to guide it in. There was another moan from Tara as the hunk of rubber slid into slit. Shuffling forward I pushed it in as far as I could and lay down over her. Her large tits trembled against mine and I could see she was biting her lip nervously. If it had just been me I’d have taken her slowly and gently, I’m not a complete bitch. But since I also wanted her loosened for Dawnie’s first time I started to fuck her hard and fast.
At first it was like banging a lump of meat. She just lay there, the only movement of her body was as I slammed into her. But she quickly got used to it and began to give small yelps of pleasure.
"Push into me," I grunted as I slammed down. She raised her pelvis in tiny bit. It took another few thrusts before she started getting into time and moving an appreciable amount. But then it was like a switch had been flicked. Tara began to howl loudly and her body started to buck like there was an earthquake under her ass.
It turned out to be a much more enjoyable shag. Our sweaty bodies grinded together and I could her nails in my back. She tore at my skin lustfully and then let go as she let out a scream of incoherent babble. I was on the cusp myself, so I briefly paused and then started slamming down again. The brief pause had taken the edge of me, so that I came seconds after Tara exploded in orgasm a second time; this time I didn’t stop, continuing on until I felt the familiar explosive twinkles tearing up and down my body.
With a final grunt I rolled off. The two of lay beside each other, breathing heavily. I suddenly became aware of Dawnie’s moans and I looked round. She was sitting on my chair, the strap-on pulled down to her knees and a finger in her cute slit. She blushed as she saw me looking.
"Don’t worry," I grinned at her, "it’s your turn now."
I pulled myself off the bed and then patted it. There was an audible gulp from Dawnie, but she stood up and pulled the toy back into place. She slowly crept over to the bed and got on it.
"Lie between Tara’s legs," I instructed, "then take the dildo in your hand."
Dawnie did as I instructed. I got back on the bed and leant over Tara. Her twat was even more juicy than before and the hole was so large from its recent ramming even a drunk blind man could have hit it. Still it was Dawnie’s first time, so I helpfully pulled apart Tara’s lips.
"Okay Dawnie, ease in the strap-on."
I watched as Dawnie placed it in on the third attempt, she moved forward drilling it down until the toy had disappeared from sight.
"Good Dawnie," I gave her a brief pat on the head, "now don’t bring it all the way out, about half-way and then go in again."
Following my instructions I could see Dawnie was pleased with the oomph of pleasure from Tara. But she still looked at me for reassurance.
"Go on, do it again. Don’t stop after you’ve done it this time."
Dawnie began to bang Tara, slowly and hesitantly at first, but under my watchful eye and cries "You go girl," she began to speed up. A smile crossed her face and I could tell she was starting to enjoy it as much as Tara.
Watching the two of them at it was making me damn hot again, "Okay change positions," I called. Dawnie ignored me for a few seconds until she had pushed Tara into yet another orgasm. I shrugged, Dawnie obviously isn’t the naturally obedient type and it’d be a shame to spoil that by disciplining her. Butt-fuck and B on the other hand…
"Okay Tara, get on your hands and knees," I ordered, before she’d even fully recovered. Even so she responded quickly and waggled her ass nicely as she crouched there.
"Think you can get it in without my help this time," I grinned at Dawnie.
She smirked back, "Sure Auntie Faith."
I turned back to Tara, "Whilst Dawnie’s doing your sweet little cunt, I want you to be deep-throating this," I pointed at my dildo.
Tara’s mouth fell open, in shock rather than to quickly get it in. But as I looked at her sternly she nodded meekly, "Okay," she said gingerly.
I got on my knees and shuffled round to Tara’s front. By the time I got there Dawnie had already replanted her strap-on in Tara’s pussy and was waiting for me, her whole body trembling in anticipation.
"Open wide, Tarakins," I instructed. Tara’s mouth opened like Jaws and despite the size of the cock I was able to get it in. I didn’t slam it as deep as I could, I didn’t want her spewing over me. Still even a gentle throat-fucking had her eyes as wide as the Nevada Desert.
I let Dawnie set the pace, reckoning I’d find it easier to match hers than she would mine. I was, after all, a lot more experience and this was her second go. It was an easy rhythm to follow, Dawnie started off gently, but gradually increased the pace until she reached a speed she was comfortable with. I continued to match her and Tara, to her credit, made a game try as well.
With my cock in her mouth Tara couldn’t make much noise. But I sensed from the way she greedily sucked that she was enjoying two’s up. I raised my hand. For a second Dawnie looked at it, before working out what I wanted her to do. Her palm slapped mine and she let out a cry of yeehaa.
We fucked Tara into oblivion. God knows how many orgasms she had, I had a damn lot myself, until Dawnie was spent and Tara could hardly move. I drew out my cock.
"See you, Tara," I picked up her dress. She gave me a slightly hurt look, as I opened the door. At least I waited until she’d pulled the dress on before I propelled her out the door, I don’t always even allow that.
Dawnie was sitting on the bed, she was flushed, but smiling, "God, Faith, can we do this again."
"I better get you home Dawnie. But sure as long as your grades don’t slip I don’t think taking a few days of school ever hurt anyone."
*
"Where the hell have you been," Butt-Fuck raged at Dawnie as she walked through the door, "You haven’t been at school and it’s nine at night."
I stepped through the back door after Dawnie, impressed that the teen wasn’t quailing under her Mom’s anger, "She’s been with me," I took a drag on my cig.
"Couldn’t you have called," Butt-Fuck, snapped at me, her anger momentarily getting the better of her common sense.
Normally I’d have spanked her for it, but it had been a long day and I really needed to put in a bit of a patrol. So I just dropped the cig on the floor and ground it with my heel, "No Butt-Fuck Bunny, I couldn’t."
She went red and looked at the floor, "Sorry Faith, I didn’t mean…"
I cut her off, "I’ve gotta to go. We may speak about this later."
I turned and left, artfully slamming the door hard behind me. Joyce luckily, couldn’t see the wide grin on my face.
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