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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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- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
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- 17-17
- 18-18
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"How’s it hanging?" I asked.
Dawnie cocked her head, "It’s leaning a little to the left."
God, the girls got good perception, she was right, but even I with my Slayer senses could barely notice the slight imbalance of the picture. I straightened it and stepped of the stool, to stand beside Dawnie. The two of us admired the photo I’d just hung above the fireplace; it was much better than the one of Butt-fuck and her two daughter’s in a posed holiday photo.
"I like Mom’s expression," said Dawnie.
I nodded and put my finger to my chin in a display of artistic vision, "Yes, it has the right blend of pain, embarrassment, lust and surprise."
"Being fucked up the ass by your girlfriend whilst riding your daughter will do that to you," said Dawnie dryly, "Still it was nice of Will to send us copies of the photos."
"You chosen one for your room? I’ll get it framed for you."
Dawnie gave wrapped her arms round me in a sisterly hug, "You’re the best Faith."
I blushed and stammered something about it being what older sister’s did. There was a grunt from her real sister. I looked up, B was standing in the doorway equipped for patrolling. She did a lot of vampire hunting since I moved in, which was fine by me cos it left me more time to bang her Mom’s sweet ass.
"Bye, bye B," I gave her a cheery wave, knowing how much it irritated her. She scowled at me and left, slamming the door as she did so.
I settled down with Dawnie to watch her Mom in the retro-flick, ‘Joy goes camping’ we were just getting to the scene where the Forest Ranger gets a present from Joy, when the woman herself returned. She took a brief look at what we were watching, and went slightly red. However, she knows better than to suggest I turn it off – these films are educational for Dawnie and I take great pride in making sure my adopted sister takes her education seriously.
Speaking of which, I turned to Butt-fuck, "So how was PTA?"
Butt-fuck sat down, "Dawn’s getting constant top marks, the teachers say she’s pleasant, hard-working and popular."
I nudged Dawnie, who was going as red at her Mom at the praise, "Well done, Dawnie."
"Oh, it’s nothing," she replied with false modesty.
"And B?" I asked.
Butt-fuck’s face fell, "Buffy’s grades are the lowest in her class, she’s surly and uncooperative."
I tutted and then grinned as an idea formed in my head. Butt-fuck saw me smiling, and gave a nervous half-smile back – she knows me too well…
*
I explained B’s punishment to Butt-fuck later that night.
"But Buffy’s a virgin," she exclaimed.
Mom’s can be so naïve, B’s as virginal as I am. Anyway, it didn’t matter and as I said to Butt-fuck, if she’s so worried it’ll only be B’s back hole that is penetrated. Downstairs I could hear the clump of the Slayer returning from her patrol. I untied Butt-fuck from the bed and graciously allowed her to put on a gown, before sending her down to deal with B. There was the sound of shouting and crying from downstairs, but I’d made it clear to Butt-fuck failure wasn’t an option, whether B wanted it or not she was going to be punished.
I was on my second cig by the time Butt-fuck returned, her face was drawn and haggard. It’s hard work dealing with an unruly daughter.
"It’s done Faith… Buffy’s agreed to her punishment… I had to slap her… I’ve never raised a hand to my daughters before," Butt-fuck face was woe ridden.
Not that it mattered to me. I was kinda surprised B needed to be slapped, she’s normally such a Mommy’s girl that Butt-fuck could tell her to jump off a cliff and B would do a lemming. She was obviously just reaching that rebellious stage… well it’s lucky Auntie Faith is around to take the little slut in hand before starts hanging out with bikers and taking drugs. I passed Butt-fuck the equipment, "You know what to do," I instructed.
"Me… I thought…" Butt-fuck slowly faded into silence as I tapped my fingers against the bedside cabinet. It seems that it’s not only B who is getting rebellious, I may have to step up Butt-fuck’s training. Butt-fuck knew she was close to stepping over the line as she picked up the items I’d given her and returned downstairs.
I gave it a few moments and then went into Dawnie’s room. And the final bit of my plan fell apart. I was expecting Dawnie to awake, but there she was on her side sleeping the sleep of the just. Her bedclothes had slid down her and she looked so angelic I decided she could wait until the morning. I lent over and pulled up her bedding, I didn’t want her getting a chill. Leaning over I gave her a small kiss on the forehead, "Night, night, Dawnie," I whispered, "See you tomorrow."
I went downstairs and into the kitchen. Butt-fuck was just putting the final touches to Dawnie’s surprise. B was spread across the table, her ankles were tied to two of the legs and her wrists roped to the other two, spreading her arms out in diagonal in front of her. Any complaints she may have had were stifled by the ball-gag in her mouth. Butt-fuck moved away and I saw that, following my instructions, she had written in lipstick ‘enter here’ and an arrow pointing to B’s butt-hole.
"Change of plan," I said, "Dawnie’s asleep and she looked so cute I didn’t want to wake her."
There was a look of relief from Butt-fuck and she smiled as she said, "Shall I untie Buffy?"
I frowned and I could see Butt-fuck’s hope dashed like the Titanic striking an iceberg, "No, we’ll leave her tied up overnight. Just because Dawnie’s asleep doesn’t mean she shouldn’t get her present."
B trembled.
*
It was the weekend and normally I like a bit of a lie-in. But I didn’t want Dawnie getting up early and missing her present, so I told my alarm clock to wake me up about eight. Right on cue I Butt-fuck started to lick my snatch, getting me up in the most pleasurable way imaginable. I groaned and waited until she had finished before getting out of bed. I padded into Dawn’s room.
"Dawnie, wake up," gently I shook her shoulder.
She opened her eyes, yawned and stretched. Sleepily her head turned to the alarm clock on her beside cabinet and she groaned as she saw the time, "What’s up? It’s the weekend… can’t I stay in bed some more."
"I’ve got a present for you downstairs," I replied, "for being so good."
That woke Dawnie up and she sat bolt upright, before throwing off her covers and jumping to the floor. Her face was a mask of excitement as she grinned at me, "What present? Where?"
"In the kitchen," I passed her a strap-on, "You’ll want this."
In seconds Dawnie was out of her pyjamas and sliding the strap-on up her thighs. I led her downstairs into the kitchen. Butt-fuck was waiting nervously for us, as was B – whining as normal. Butt-fuck had removed her ball-gag, despite my orders; I’d have to deal with her later.
"Your pressie," I said to Dawnie. She gave me a hug, her strap-on rubbing against my naked cunt in a very unsisterly way.
"Please Dawnie, don’t…"whined B, though from the glistening of juice on her pussy her mouth might have being saying ‘no’, but her body was saying ‘fuck me hard’.
Her sister ignored her pleas, her eyes slowly wandering over B’s body. She licked her lips. Experimentally she pushed her middle finger into B’s butt-hole. There was a squeal from the blonde and Dawnie turned to me, "She’s very tight."
"I don’t think B’s had anything up there," I agreed.
"Oh," smiled Dawnie, "I guess I’ll need to prep her."
So saying she wandered over to the cutlery drawer. Whilst she was rooting about I ordered Butt-fuck to go get a camera and a strap-on for me. Gratefully she scampered out and I turned back to Dawnie. She was in the middle of pushing a wooden spoon handle into B’s ass, her sister’s squeal were a mixture of pain and embarrassment, with more than a touch of lust thrown in. About halfway in the spoon stuck.
"You want me to help?" I asked, my Slayer strength would easily push it in.
"No, I’m good," said Dawnie and went back to the cutlery drawer. A few seconds later she returned with one of those small hammers you use for tenderising steak. Standing behind B, she started to use the hammer for a purpose for which it wasn’t intended. It did the trick, though and the spoon gradually pushed deeper and deeper into B’s ass until even the ladle was in her hole. B was squealing and crying as Dawnie stepped back and admired her handiwork. She gave a sigh of satisfaction and put her hands on her hips, "That’s better."
There was a cough behind us. Butt-fuck had entered the kitchen and was holding out both the camera and strap-on for me. I took the latter, "No Butt-fuck, I want you to take the pictures. It’s B’s and Dawnie’s first time. Even if you don’t want any momento’s Dawnie will." Dawnie nodded enthusiastically and stepped over behind B’ to pull out the spoon.
It was stuck. She went bright red and turned to me, "Could you…"
"No prob, Dawnie," I yanked at the spoon and it came out easily. There was another yowl from B.
She was still yowling when Dawnie slammed her strap-on into her recently expanded hole. Her tone changed, from one of pain to one of lust. I lit a cigarette and watched, now and then telling Butt-fuck which angle to take a snap from. Dawnie really was going to work on her big sister’s ass, slamming it hard and taking no prisoners, "Who’s my bitch," she snarled.
There was no answer from B, so Dawnie slammed in harder and grabbed at the blonde’s hair, pulling her head back painfully, "Who’s my bitch?"
I felt a rush of pride, that’s my girl, I thought as B’s squealed and replied, "I am Dawnie. I’m your bitch."
There was grunt from Dawnie and she let go off B’s hair. The blonde’s face slammed against the table with an audible thwack. Dawnie continued to finish her off, pulling out finally and leaving B gasping on the table. The younger Summer’s turned to me, sweat dripping down her body, "You want a go," she asked.
There was a cry from B, "Dawnie... no… I’m your bitch."
She gave another cry as Dawnie’s palm cracked down on her ass, "And don’t you forget it bitch – if I want to share you I share you."
B gave a sob, but otherwise didn’t react as I grabbed her waist. Her hole was gaping and my strap-on slid down as easily as ice cream down a shirt. This time B did react, a little groan of pleasure as the toy rushed down her chute. As I thrust down, B pushed her ass up to meet me and soon we had developed a very enjoyable rhythm. B was already wet, but with my ass fucking she was soon soaking, the juice sliding down her legs like a waterfall.
"Go harder, Faith," Dawnie cried in encouragement. I gave her a thumbs up and did so. B squealed and shrieked like a Banshee. He entire table seemed to tremble under the pounding and I could hear it scrape along the floor. B continued to quake, letting out little incoherent gasps of pleasure as I slammed her into yet another orgasm. I barely paused, but carried on expanding her hole, bruising her buttocks with my slamming. Not that she seemed to care as her mind had become one explosive wreck of orgasms.
Eventually I’d had my fill and pulled out, "Take a picture of the hole," I instructed butt-fuck as me and Dawnie stood admiring it. Buffy’s ass was red, blue and brown with bruises and welts from the energetic banging she just received. But it was the actual ass which was most impressive, spread like a cavern mouth I am sure I could have fitted my fist up it.
I put my arm out to Dawnie, "Let’s leave your Mom and B to make brekkie. Anyway I want to discuss B’s training with you"
"Okay," grinned Dawnie and threaded her arm through mine.
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