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This Cock Is Mine	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 19325 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Oh yeah?” Santiago Lopez yelled.
“Yeah,” Quinn Fabray responded just as loudly. “You couldn’t possibly get a better grade on Monday’s test than mine.”
“What do you wanna bet?”
“What do you want to bet?” Quinn countered.
Santiago had a glint in his eye. He saw his chance.
“Tell you what, Quinn Bee, if I win I’ll do whatever you want,” he smirked. “And I do mean anything, but it’s too bad it won’t be sexusl ‘cause I do want in those spanks—“
He paused.
“Gross,” Quinn mumbled.
“But, if I win, you have to give me a blowjob.” The smirk returned.
Quinn blushed and stammered. She actually did find Santiago hot. She really, really did, but she didn’t want to admit it. Besides, she was faithful to her celibacy pledge. She had every intention of saving herself for marriage, and for her that meant not doing anything that required touching of genitals.
But, she was confident and, as hot as Santiago was, he was also conceited. She wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face, so she didn’t take long to decide.
“Okay,” she said, resolved to win the bet. “But if I win, you have to be my personal servant for a week…and you’re right about sex. Don’t get any ideas. I mean you’ll drive me to and from school, even after Cheerios practice, meet me at my classrooms and carry my stuff to my locker, get my lunch, all that stuff.”
“Okay.” He looked way more confident than Quinn thought he should.
The next Friday rolled around, and Mr. Smith had finally graded their Geometry tests.
Quinn looked at her grade and smiled: 95.
She had it in the bag. There was no way Santiago could beat that. He was smart, but he didn’t work as hard as Quinn did.
When the teacher got around to Santiago, Quinn watched him with a smile.
When he grinned, her smile faded.
She was nervous but anxious to find out what he got, and she didn’t even have to approach him after class.
He slapped the paper on her desk before she even had a chance to stand up.
100.
Fuck!
“What did you get, Quinn?” he smirked again.
“I swear, Santiago, we’re gonna do this this afternoon right after school ‘cause there’s no Cheerios, and we’re gonna get it over with. I am not swallowing, and you only get to…you know…once.” Quinn said.
“Sure, babe. Be at my house at 4:30 on the dot,” he gloated.

“Let’s get this over with,” Quinn fumed.
She was mostly mad at herself. She really should have thought before she made the bet. She should have known she might have to do this.
And she was mad because she was afraid she was going to like it.
She was afraid it would make her want to do more than just give her frenemy a blowjob.
Really, frenemy exaggerated their relationship. Santiago and Quinn had known each other since they were in kindergarten, but they’d only really been on the edge of each other’s radars. They’d shared classes and they were both jocks in their own way.
But, Santiago was a track and baseball jock, and cheerleaders didn’t cheer for them.
Somehow, though, they’d shared enough classes and general athletic functions over the years, which admittedly added up over time, that they knew they disliked each other…and found each other incredibly attractive. But neither was about to actually admit that to the other.
Santiago did channel it, though, into leers and vulgar flirting…which made Quinn even more disgusted by her attraction to him.
And, as long as she concentrated on hating his vulgarity, she could relatively easily suppress her desire for him.
But, now, she’d done it.
She’d put herself in a position that she should have been, but clearly wasn’t, careful to avoid.
Santiago was grinning.
“Okay, okay, keep your pants on…well, on second thought, I’m not so you don’t have to. Come over here up on the bed. I want to be comfortable,” he demanded.
He stripped off his clothes and stood in front of her naked for a minute, looking as if he was contemplating something.
He was contemplating pushing Quinn to take off her clothes, but he didn’t really want to make her mad. She might bite his dick or something. Besides, if he was going to get a blowjob, he wanted to enjoy it.
He didn’t want her to be bitching about it the whole time.
So, he just got on his bed and scooted up until he was leaning on the headboard.
Meanwhile, Quinn was transfixed.
She had seen a few penises before. Celibacy Club necessitated education. They had watched several, abstinence-oriented educational videos on how girls got pregnant and how diseases were spread.
This usually entailed an image of an actual man with an unusually small and thin penis (pencil dick in locker room-speak) with a scrotum that was somewhat wrinkled and sagging. Presumably, this was supposed to both satisfy girls’ curiosity and repulse them at the same time.
Santiago’s cock was long and thick, with a hint of a curve up. He had prominent but round, tight and shaved balls. His perfect light brown skin, with a small well-manicured tuft of dark hair around the base completed the package. Even though he wouldn’t appreciate it, the only word she could think of to describe it all was gorgeous.
And it was all she could do to be genuinely curious about what it was going to feel like in her mouth. She wondered what it would look like and then feel like curling up on the roof of her mouth when it was hard, moving inside her mouth—or somewhere else.
Her mind couldn’t go there, though, because she didn’t do that. And, besides, she still thought he was an ass, and he was kind of acting like an ass right now.
Seriously, he could have offered her something to drink, and he didn’t have to get completely naked. She didn’t need him to show off his firm pecs and sculpted abs in order to do this.
He could have just pulled his pants down part way, and what was with making her get on his bed for his comfort?
Well, she supposed that one worked out well for her too, since it meant she didn’t have to kneel on the hard floor.
She walked to the bed and moved to position herself between his legs.
The confusing combination of attraction and hatred was mixing with excitement as she did so, and she tried her best to be a little bit disgusted, too.
“Here goes,” she said to prime herself and because it felt like one had to say something to a guy before she devoured his cock.
She wrapped her hand around his dick, and tentatively wrapped her lips around his glans and fluttered her tongue on the tip.
Then, she slowly bobbed up and down his cock, and she moaned, adjusting the flat of her tongue on the length of his penis.
She moved her hands to his balls and massaged them with her fingers, feeling how soft and smooth and heavy they were.
“Oh my God,” she breathed as she came up for air.
Santiago smiled, “You like that?” he asked. “’Cause shit, you’re good at that.”
“Shut up,” she snapped…or at least tried to while focused on the need to have him in her mouth again.
It came out as a distracted mumble.
Then, she went right back to devouring his delicious cock.
“Shit, Quinn…wow, you really do like that, huh?” Santiago was very pleased, and it was making him hornier the more eager she became.
She was loving how she felt as he lengthened and hardened in her mouth.
That curving tip brushing the roof of her mouth made her tingly.
The stretch of her cheeks around his dick was like the satisfying stretch of a jawbreaker in the cheek, only it was magnified.
Plus, it was skin and veins and ridges that tasted so good and sent spikes of arousal directly to…those places. She forced herself to concentrate on finishing the job so she could leave.
Until a few minutes later when he was fully hard and stretching her mouth.
And, his tip was brushing the roof of her mouth so pleasantly that she knew she couldn’t deny how much it was turning her on.
She moaned louder, and that brought a warning form him.
“Shit, Quinn I’m gonna blow.” He hoped she would take it in her mouth, but he definitely didn’t want to incur her wrath. She kind of had him in a vulnerable position.
She had said she wasn’t going to swallow and if she didn’t want to swallow, she probably didn’t even want it in her mouth.
But, his prayers were answered because she made no move to pull away from where she still bobbed up and down.
In fact, she went back to squeezing and massaging his balls seemingly trying to coax the cum to release sooner.
He blew.
“Shit, Quinn!” he shouted.
And, she continued squeezing and massaging as she sucked on the tip to make sure she could get all of it.
Once it was all over, she released him with a pop.
Then, she sat back on her knees and swallowed and sighed, like she’d just taken the most satisfying and refreshing drink in her life.
After that, she just stared at his softening cock.
“What?” Santiago panted.
She looked like she was pondering something very deeply.
“I want to do it again,” she said.
“Huh?” He was very confused. Yeah, she did it eagerly, but he didn’t actually think she liked it. He just figured Fabrays did everything they attempted well, and she didn’t want to fail at it.
And, obviously, she didn’t fail.
So, the only explanation for wanting to do it again was…
“I liked it, and I want to taste your cum again,” she said in a monotone that betrayed her own surprise and confusion at this development.
But, Santiago wasn’t going to argue.
“Fuck, go for it,” he said.
So, she did, this time unafraid to show her pleasure.
When she got home that night, she was so soaked through her panties that she, for the first time ever, couldn’t suppress the need to bring herself to orgasm with two fingers rubbing her pussy lips and pinching her clit…hard.
She craved his cock, and she was going to make it hers.
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