La-de-dah-de-dah
Apr. 26th, 2003 04:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
essene_backupWas having one of those big insights you sometimes get when high, and started thinking about Buffy and porn and who I could get poor horny Faith with. So here I go:
Faith walked into his room where he was pacing by the window, earpiece of glasses in hand. She stalked to him and pinned him to the wall and ferociously ground his mouth with hers.
Firm, yet shaking hands fixed on her shoulders and pushed her away,
"Faith? What the blood..."
"Shut up" she growled. And plastered her mouth back on his. This time she wound a leg around his thigh and let a hand jam into the waistband of his pants.
Giles moaned low in his throat and returned her passionate kiss, shoving his hands into her hair and slanting his head to meet her demands.
Faith's fingers deftly unhooked the clasp on his pants and her hand slid down to cup Giles' heavy sac in her hand.
Giles pressed back into the window sash, allowing it to support his weight and guided his hand down Faith's body and inside her shirt, sliding aside the fabric to feel the tense soft flesh. His fingers nudged under her bra and the heel of his hand gently pressed and kneeded as his fingertips twisted and felt.
Faith let her hand roam back up and under Giles' shirt to run her hands through the crisp hair she found there, tugging and curling to match the motion of her tounge and hips.
Faith's hips ground against Gile's hip and he could feel the heat there even through their combined clothing. Hands completely free now, he used one to pull Faith's shirt from her shoulder, pulling farther and farther until she allowed it to be released from between them. Giles followed his hands path down her neck, stopping to lick her earlobe and suckle the supple, sweaty flesh there.
As Faith pulled back to allow her shirt be removed, she burst Giles' shirt buttons in her haste to press her now bare flesh to his. He was so...tight in unexpected places. Taught muscles flickered underneath the touch of her fingers, his nipples were hard pebbles that she thumbed and longed to suck...later.
Giles moved down to Faith's pants and found...a problem. No button, zipper, tie or anything eles familiar. Just flat, plain fabric. Incabable of coherent speech or thought he pulled and grunted into Faith's neck.
"Shit. I forgot about my fucking pants." Abruptly Faith stood up, reached to her ankle and pulled out a Bowie knife. Giles sat in a sexual haze as he watched Faith literally cut her own pants off with two smooth movements. The fabric was still dropping to the floor as she climbed back on top of him, leaving him to wonder what happened to her underwear and ponder the glorious glipse of a bare pussy as she suddenly had his engorged cock in her hand.
Giles could only savor the sweet sensation of her clutching quim for a moment before she was off and then gloriously on it again. Faith rode Giles' cock frantically for a number of minutes, setting a pace that Giles could never hope to keep up with. He sat, momentarily revelling in the moonlit steaming godess in front of him. Lovely, pear shaped breasts swayed and bounced, offering up the swollen ruched tips to the air. He bent and licked one, delighting in the shuddering moan that escaped the girl a top him. He nipped carefully and she screamed in delight. With one hand he massaged a breast while the other cradled the second to his lips where he tugged and sucked and nipped.
Faith slowed as her body began to work out some of its ferver and reached a hand down between them to rub her clit. Her finger rolled around and around, moved up and down faster and faster as her pace got slower and slower. Finally she reached a place where Giles began to respond to her hips. He lifted slightly to push himself deeper into her with each descent her own hips took. And will each pass of his members head over the top of her tunnel she found another firework waiting to be lit added to the pile building in her belly. His cock was finding this place in her she'd only hear rumors about. Giles captured her mouth with his again and this time he was the one doing the sucking and tangling of her tounge and her lips.
Giles worked the muscles at the back of Faith's neck as he explored her mouth. With the other he nudged her hand aside at the juncture of their thighs. So wet down there between them, Giles slid down the crevis of her pussy, easily finding her hard clit and skittering over it with his fingers; feeling to Faith hard and slow, quick and soft, like butterfly wings or hot stones.
A tension unlike any other began to spiral out of control in her body. She wasn't sure why but she began to plead with Giles for something, "Please, please, please, please..."
Hearing her low, husky pleas only made Giles' balls grow tighter and flooded his penis with more blood and sense. He began to force his thrusts higher and harder, and quickened his strokes on her clit until they were all bird calls and eskimo kisses.
Screaming and crying all at once Faith released herself. She clenched everything: her body, her spirit, her mind, her heart, and let it go. Shuddering waves washed over her body, a black peace.
That final clench of muscles was all it took to send Giles spurting into the chasam with her, grasping her back he slammed her down one last time and came.
Faith realized that she was sobbing into Giles shoulder and jerkily sat up to quickly brush the tears, and look at his face. He had his head lolled back onto the window, eyes closed, sweat beaded everywhere. He hadn't seen. He wouldn't know.
***
Later, cigarettes in hand, Giles exhaled, "What was that?"
"Thought it was obvious Watcher."
"No, of course. I meant, more precisely, why?"
Faith turned onto her hip to prop her head in a hand. "Slaying makes me horny, and lately I've had my share of truly nasty fights and no where to work off all that excess energy. You can pull off a lot with your hand, but there's nothing like a good fuck. Plus, I've been away from male contact for 3 years."
"And so you just picked me?" Giles rose a brow.
Faith scrunched her eyes as she inhaled on her cigarette. "No, I kinda got the 'on the outs' vibe between you and B. Gave us something in common. Plus, hey, 'Ripper'."
Oh yeah. No beta. Just a little high fuck I had to get out there.
Faith walked into his room where he was pacing by the window, earpiece of glasses in hand. She stalked to him and pinned him to the wall and ferociously ground his mouth with hers.
Firm, yet shaking hands fixed on her shoulders and pushed her away,
"Faith? What the blood..."
"Shut up" she growled. And plastered her mouth back on his. This time she wound a leg around his thigh and let a hand jam into the waistband of his pants.
Giles moaned low in his throat and returned her passionate kiss, shoving his hands into her hair and slanting his head to meet her demands.
Faith's fingers deftly unhooked the clasp on his pants and her hand slid down to cup Giles' heavy sac in her hand.
Giles pressed back into the window sash, allowing it to support his weight and guided his hand down Faith's body and inside her shirt, sliding aside the fabric to feel the tense soft flesh. His fingers nudged under her bra and the heel of his hand gently pressed and kneeded as his fingertips twisted and felt.
Faith let her hand roam back up and under Giles' shirt to run her hands through the crisp hair she found there, tugging and curling to match the motion of her tounge and hips.
Faith's hips ground against Gile's hip and he could feel the heat there even through their combined clothing. Hands completely free now, he used one to pull Faith's shirt from her shoulder, pulling farther and farther until she allowed it to be released from between them. Giles followed his hands path down her neck, stopping to lick her earlobe and suckle the supple, sweaty flesh there.
As Faith pulled back to allow her shirt be removed, she burst Giles' shirt buttons in her haste to press her now bare flesh to his. He was so...tight in unexpected places. Taught muscles flickered underneath the touch of her fingers, his nipples were hard pebbles that she thumbed and longed to suck...later.
Giles moved down to Faith's pants and found...a problem. No button, zipper, tie or anything eles familiar. Just flat, plain fabric. Incabable of coherent speech or thought he pulled and grunted into Faith's neck.
"Shit. I forgot about my fucking pants." Abruptly Faith stood up, reached to her ankle and pulled out a Bowie knife. Giles sat in a sexual haze as he watched Faith literally cut her own pants off with two smooth movements. The fabric was still dropping to the floor as she climbed back on top of him, leaving him to wonder what happened to her underwear and ponder the glorious glipse of a bare pussy as she suddenly had his engorged cock in her hand.
Giles could only savor the sweet sensation of her clutching quim for a moment before she was off and then gloriously on it again. Faith rode Giles' cock frantically for a number of minutes, setting a pace that Giles could never hope to keep up with. He sat, momentarily revelling in the moonlit steaming godess in front of him. Lovely, pear shaped breasts swayed and bounced, offering up the swollen ruched tips to the air. He bent and licked one, delighting in the shuddering moan that escaped the girl a top him. He nipped carefully and she screamed in delight. With one hand he massaged a breast while the other cradled the second to his lips where he tugged and sucked and nipped.
Faith slowed as her body began to work out some of its ferver and reached a hand down between them to rub her clit. Her finger rolled around and around, moved up and down faster and faster as her pace got slower and slower. Finally she reached a place where Giles began to respond to her hips. He lifted slightly to push himself deeper into her with each descent her own hips took. And will each pass of his members head over the top of her tunnel she found another firework waiting to be lit added to the pile building in her belly. His cock was finding this place in her she'd only hear rumors about. Giles captured her mouth with his again and this time he was the one doing the sucking and tangling of her tounge and her lips.
Giles worked the muscles at the back of Faith's neck as he explored her mouth. With the other he nudged her hand aside at the juncture of their thighs. So wet down there between them, Giles slid down the crevis of her pussy, easily finding her hard clit and skittering over it with his fingers; feeling to Faith hard and slow, quick and soft, like butterfly wings or hot stones.
A tension unlike any other began to spiral out of control in her body. She wasn't sure why but she began to plead with Giles for something, "Please, please, please, please..."
Hearing her low, husky pleas only made Giles' balls grow tighter and flooded his penis with more blood and sense. He began to force his thrusts higher and harder, and quickened his strokes on her clit until they were all bird calls and eskimo kisses.
Screaming and crying all at once Faith released herself. She clenched everything: her body, her spirit, her mind, her heart, and let it go. Shuddering waves washed over her body, a black peace.
That final clench of muscles was all it took to send Giles spurting into the chasam with her, grasping her back he slammed her down one last time and came.
Faith realized that she was sobbing into Giles shoulder and jerkily sat up to quickly brush the tears, and look at his face. He had his head lolled back onto the window, eyes closed, sweat beaded everywhere. He hadn't seen. He wouldn't know.
***
Later, cigarettes in hand, Giles exhaled, "What was that?"
"Thought it was obvious Watcher."
"No, of course. I meant, more precisely, why?"
Faith turned onto her hip to prop her head in a hand. "Slaying makes me horny, and lately I've had my share of truly nasty fights and no where to work off all that excess energy. You can pull off a lot with your hand, but there's nothing like a good fuck. Plus, I've been away from male contact for 3 years."
"And so you just picked me?" Giles rose a brow.
Faith scrunched her eyes as she inhaled on her cigarette. "No, I kinda got the 'on the outs' vibe between you and B. Gave us something in common. Plus, hey, 'Ripper'."
Oh yeah. No beta. Just a little high fuck I had to get out there.
