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In the Endzone	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 33614 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-In the Endzone
- 1
“Hello, Quinnie,” Russell said as he wrapped his arms around his 20-year-old daughter from behind as she stood at the en suite bathroom sink in her childhood bedroom.
“Hi, Daddy…Mmmm, someone’s happy I’m home,” she purred.
“I’m very happy you’re home,” Russell said as he grazed Quinn’s thighs under her flowing, knee-length, floral dress.
“You know, I was with Puck last night, right? Fuck!!!” she gasped as her father cupped her pussy through her panties.
“I know…do you feel guilty about that, letting him fuck you one night and then coming to your own father to give it to you right?” Russell asked as he rubbed and rubbed her pussy lips over her increasingly soaking panties.
“No,” she simply said, panting through the pleasure.
“Good, now it’s time for the game. How about you keep me ready for you in your special way, and if I stay hard through the whole first half, you get a reward…sound good?” he asked.
“Shit, yes,” she gasped.
“Good.” He put his mouth to her ear. “And, if you make me cum on your face, you can just get me hard again. No worries.”
He walked away to go downstairs.
“Goddamn,” she breathed and collected herself enough to walk.
He was naked, sitting on the couch, when she joined him in the living room.
“Mmmmm…that’s what I like to see,” she moaned and gushed juices from her pussy.
Her father was all man, and she loved his body, especially his long cock that could find places inside her no man had ever been able to touch.
When she locked eyes with her father, she reached behind herself to unzip her dress.
It pooled at her feet.
Russell’s dick twitched.
Quinn was wearing lingerie so tiny it was little more than red string and a little see-through lace.
“Keep those on while you suck me, baby,” Russell said, barely able to string his words together.
Quinn complied and took one of her favorite places, on her knees between her father’s legs.
“Do you feel guilty fucking your daughter after she’s been with her boyfriend?” Quinn asked, then licked one long stripe from the base of Russell’s cock to the tip.
“Fuck, no…” Russell croaked. “I can’t wait to try to fuck you better.”
“You always do me better. Puck is my boyfriend and will take care of all my needs for a long time, but not my sexual needs,” she said. “You’re the only one who can satisfy me.”
She bent to lick across Russell’s delicious scrotum, from one hard ball to the other, moaning at the taste.
“Fuck, what happens when you want children?” he asked.
“He won’t know the difference if they turn out to be yours.”
This wasn’t the first time they’d had basically the same exchange.
All of it was absolutely true, and Quinn loved reminding her father how good his dick was.
The game was indeed starting, and Russell settled in to watch while Quinn tried to distract him.
Really, she didn’t care how much attention he paid to her while she enjoyed her father’s ball sac.
She loved doing this very activity. It was one of her favorite things, just below feeling her father’s dick pound her pussy.
As the game plodded through its beginning stages, Russell yelled, cheered and jeered as the teams seemed to be feeling each other out.
Russell was rooting for the Patriots since he perceived them as the underdogs even though both teams obviously had recent winning history.
And, since the Browns were mediocre this year, and the Bengals barely made the playoffs, he chose the underdog.
He loved football, so he was reacting to every play.
But, Quinn’s tongue and lips were a slight distraction.
He was able to hold off on any verbal response when she licked up the seam of his scrotum, but his gasp at that point had nothing to do with what was on the TV.
He was really trying not to fully abandon the game, and he knew that if he concentrated too much on what Quinn was doing, he’d have his dick in her pussy so fast her head would spin.
He was already hard…truth be told, he was half-hard at the sight of Quinn in almost nothing, and he was fully hard by the time her tongue brushed his glans on her first lick.
He had amazing stamina for his age, and he knew he’d have no trouble staying hard and holding off his orgasm…as long as he paid attention to the game.
Quinn could see the first commercial break was about to come up, so she gave her father’s balls a little extra flutter on either side to signal she wanted a little something while the game wasn’t on.
As soon as the commercial started, Russell bent over and tugged at Quinn’s chin and kissed her.
He swirled his tongue around hers, tasting his own flavor. He liked the tanginess mixed with the flavor of her mouth.
“Mmmmm, your balls taste good,” Quinn moaned.
“You’re so good at that, Princess. It’s all I can do to not take you right now,” he breathed.
“It’ll be so much better with the buildup, I promise,” Quinn answered.
Then, she went back to his testicles because the commercial was over.
No one scored until the second quarter, but there was plenty of excitement happening in the Fabray living room.
Quinn licked around and around Russell’s balls.
She fluttered her tongue on them.
She fluttered her tongue on the little row of wrinkles along the seam of his scrotum.
She licked along the same path.
And, she flattened her tongue and licked the smooth skin everywhere just because she loved the taste.
Then, she repeated the cycle, immersed in enjoying her daddy’s most intimate body part, where his body made life-giving fluid.
Instead of eagerly anticipating the commercials like the rest of the country, Quinn and Russell took the time to taste each other’s mouths.
As the exciting second quarter began to wind down, with the score tied, Quinn went to work in earnest.
She brought her hand into the mix to give her father the full blanket treatment.
She sucked one hard testicle in her mouth, while she caressed where his cock met his scrotum, then squeezed his other testicle.
After a couple of minutes of that, she switched to the other side, grazing just under the base of his cock with her hand while moving to squeeze the testicle that she wasn’t sucking like a vacuum into her mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Russell chanted because he finally was losing his concentration on the game.
And, he knew he’d be able to give in to his urges during halftime.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm” Quinn groaned around his ball in her mouth.
She was just so blissed out with her father’s taste.
And, the vibration sent a full body shiver through Russell that coincided with the whistle ending the first half.
Quinn immediately reached down and pushed her panties down past her ass to her thighs, then stood to let them drop to her feet.
“Shit,” Russell gasped at the sight of Quinn’s soaking wet pussy.
“My cunt’s wet for you, Daddy.”
Russell stood and Quinn didn’t need to be told what he wanted.
She wanted it too.
She moved to the end of the couch and bent over the arm, presenting her wet pussy for fucking.
“Shit, Princess, you’re so good with your mouth,” Russell breathed as he moved behind his daughter. “Your ass…”
Russell took a moment to admire Quinn’s round, firm ass before running the tip of his dick over it and, then, through her pussy lips
He left a line of precum in its path and collected her juices from her pussy
He also left plenty behind.
He bent over her back and unclasped her bra.
She pulled it off and brought his hand up to squeeze one of her tits.
“Do me,” she gasped. “Please.”
Still bent over his daughter’s back, he pushed his painfully hard dick swiftly into her pussy.
“Fuck!” they both gasped.
“I’m feeling every fucking inch of your cock,” Quinn breathed.
Russell grabbed her other breast and used both tits for leverage as he began to slam into Quinn’s pussy.
Quinn got double pleasure as every thrust from her father pushed her clit against the arm of the couch.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she chanted to the rhythm of her own father’s dick sliding back and forth in her pussy and her clit pushing against the hard surface.
“I love your tits,” Russell grunted, squeezing them.
Then, he moved one of his hands to her shoulder to fuck Quinn even harder.
“Fuck my cunt,” Quinn screamed as he began to really slam into her.
Thrust…thrust…thrust.
Pretty soon, he was on the edge, and so was she.
He moved both hands to her sexy round hips and drove into her a few more times before emptying those balls she loved so much into her.
For long seconds, she felt his pelvis against her ass and warm ropes of his sperm claiming her pussy.
“So good,” she breathed as he pulled out and watched a pool of his semen cling to her opening.
She moved her finger down and pushed it back in.
“Oh, look, Katy Perry’s almost done,” Quinn said.
When she stood up, Russell grabbed her around the waist and stuck his tongue down her throat.
“Mmmm…I love your mouth, but I love your pussy more,” he said.
“Can I earn the chance to have this dick in my pussy all night, now?” she asked, stroking it in her hand while she looked him in the eye.
“Absolutely. Will Puck miss you?” he asked.
“He’ll get over it.”
Russell sat back down to enjoy the second half, sweaty and panting still.
So was Quinn, but the added sweat just made him taste better for her.
But, first she had to clean herself off of her father’s dick.
She knelt and grabbed the base of his dick and up and down, up and down around his cock.
Then, she took the tip and extracted the last remaining beads of semen in his slit.
Then, she went back to his balls.
This time, she used her hands more.
She skimmed everywhere her mouth wasn’t.
Over and between his balls.
Both hands on each side while her tongue fluttered and licked up and down the seam of his scrotum.
During the whole final five minutes, Quinn moved back and forth between his testicles to suck them in her mouth.
By the time the Patriots had finally pulled victory from the jaws of defeat, Russell was painfully hard.
And, Quinn was dripping onto the carpet.
Russell stood up and was going to walk Quinn up to his bed to start their night, but his dick bouncing against her ass as he pushed her forward made it impossible to wait.
He detoured them to the dining room table and bent her over it.
“Shit…I need your cock in my pussy,” Quinn gasped as her father parted her lips with the tip of his dick. “Split me open.”
Again, her clit was perfectly placed as he began to slam into her furiously.
With the promise of all night, he didn’t bother trying to hold off any longer.
“Here it comes, Princess. Are you ready?” he grunted between thrusts so deep inside his daughter’s pussy that the tip of his dick nudging against Quinn’s cervix.
“Give it to me, Daddy,” she begged. “Give me your big load.”
He slammed into her one more time and unleashed his orgasm in large, thick globs of his cum.
He kept cumming and cumming and cumming deep inside Quinn.
“Shit, I’m not sure my birth control pills can beat back all that seed, Daddy,” Quinn panted.
“Well, I’ll keep trying all night long just in case if you want,” he answered.
“Let’s go,” Quinn said and pulled him upstairs.
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