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In the Endzone Again	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 23509 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-In the Endzone Again
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Warning: If you squint hard, you see bisexuality in Quinn, and, also, a little hint of anal fantasy.
Super Bowl time had come again. Quinn Fabray had turned 21, and she was still sharing a bed with Noah Puckerman but getting her orgasms from her own father’s dick. She was a junior at the local university and looking forward to taking over her father's business someday.
Her once pious father was still, in secret, the most depraved of fathers.
Very little had changed.
“Hi, Daddy,” Quinn purred into Russell Fabray’s ear, leaning over the back of the couch as he sat watching the pregame show. She immediately had his attention, though, as she reached to stroke the beautiful, thick, seven-inch long dick she loved so much, still inside his pants. “I have a surprise for you.”
“Damn, It can’t be better than this.” Their usual sexual electricity was already crackling around them.
“Well…I’m off birth control.” Her voice took on something even more sexy, deep and raspy, even shaky, as she told him.
“When are you going to leave him for good?” Russell grunted as she rubbed up and down the length of his dick. She knew just how to touch him, stroking his dick and squeezing in just the right way to make it come alive, even without her hand directly on it.
He’d be naked soon, anyway. Quinn unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and jammed her hand in his pants as she kissed along his neck back up to his ear.
“Mmmm…C’mon, Daddy, you know it’s too much fun fucking behind his back and not even really trying to hide it. He doesn’t even know what my pussy feels like anymore, it’s been so long.” She massaged his balls, as much for her pleasure as his. “He’s so clueless, it's funny. You know what he said when I left?”
“What?” Russell was having a hard time concentrating with his little girl’s hand in his pants.
“He said, ‘Are you sure you’re going to your daddy’s in that sexy dress and not going to fuck some guy behind my back?’ He was smiling the whole time.” She chuckled. “We haven’t had sex in over a year, and he still thinks I’m faithful.”
“You should call him and tell him you’re staying overnight. I’ll talk to him just to make sure he stays oblivious. Shit.” Quinn squeezed the base of his dick and whispered that yes he should do that…right now while she stroked him to orgasm.
She had grown increasingly unhappy with Noah Puckerman. At first, she thought he’d give her stability and maybe decent sex once in a while, but that grew thin rather soon. Her visits to her daddy had long since become more than for sexual satisfaction. She needed to escape the stifling atmosphere at home. She often contemplated just being with her father, living as a real couple behind closed doors, but this arrangement really did make her pussy wet. She wasn’t ready to give that up, yet.
Even now, when she and her father were in public, he’d grab her ass when no one was paying attention, and she’d still whisper dirty things in his ear when he did it. They couldn’t resist. They were always hot for each other, and that was more real, by this point, than anything she ever did with Puck.
“Come here,” he said, when he hung up the phone, his pants and boxers around his ankles, and cum all over his shirt.
She walked around the couch, and as soon as she was within reach again, he pulled her around the waist, down to straddle his lap. They kissed, tongues probing. Always, their first proper kiss when they came together was as if father and daughter were searching for something. They’d never find it, because they always wanted more of each other.
Russell squeezed Quinn’s butt, and Quinn ground her pussy down onto his dick. “I need to be naked,” she whispered as soon as she broke the kiss. She'd already kicked her subtly alluring white pumps to the floor.
She stood up and unzipped down the side of the summer dress Puck thought was too sexy—it really was a little slutty, tight, even her modest tits threating to escape, hem barely reaching mid-thigh—and pulled it from her shoulders, exposing her tits, small but perfect mounds, with little dark areolas and erect nipples. The dress hung on the curve of her hips, just right for child bearing, and Russell zeroed in on her blonde pubic hair peeking out just before the dress dropped to the ground. Her trimmed pussy glistened for him already.
He stroked his cock back to life as he watched his dream girl strip. He’d wanted to fuck her since she was 14, but he’d restrained himself until her fifteenth birthday. She was no less beautiful now, long before her mother had left them for a woman half her age.
And Quinn come to her father naked underneath her dress, ready to fuck.
“Damn,” Russell whispered and scrambled to kick his pants from his ankles. His dick rested against his cum-soaked shirt, adding a precum spot to the mess. He didn’t care one bit. He threw his shirt off, leaving him in only his socks.
Quinn got impatient and helped him before returning to her previous position, this time with her bare pussy lips spread and resting on her father’s balls, then back and forth to lubricate his cock. “How long until the game starts?” The sound from the TV barely registered in their minds.
“Huh? Oh…looks like it’s starting, but I don’t care. I just want to fuck you.”
“But you love the Super Bowl.” She teased, mashing her pussy lips open further, producing more juice. She knew it was no contest. She knew her father couldn’t resist her, and she knew any straight man and a lot of women would jump at the chance to get in her pussy. Her dad was the only one she wanted.
He grabbed her to gently but swiftly lay her on the couch. “Love you and your pussy more.”
Quinn squealed and laughed, pulled from her thoughts, then groaned as, without giving her any warning, he shoved his dick in her pussy and buried his face in her neck. He had to hold his cock deep inside for several seconds because it was so warm and wet and Quinn. “Fuck, your pussy is my favorite thing in the world.”
She squeezed her pussy muscles around his cock. “Mmmm, your cock is filling me so good…I feel all of it touching me inside,” she breathed, happy to bask in the sensation for a while as he stayed still, cock buried deep. But, pretty soon, she needed more. “Please fuck me, Daddy. I need to feel your cock pulling at my insides…please.”
“Tell me exactly what you want.” Russell groaned. He wanted to just go at her pussy, but right then, all he needed was to hear the words from Quinn’s voice. She was so smart and knew just how to say it to make his dick hard. “In detail.”
Her pussy gushed, as it always did, when her father asked her for the raw, unembellished, dirty truth. Her words changed with her particular mood, but they always came barely-controlled, deep and husky, a mix of matter-of-fact and ready to get wrecked. “I want your penis.” She swallowed, feeling that clinical word turn dirty in her mouth. “I want your penis stretching my cunt, throbbing inside my body…I want to feel your balls twitch and your potent sperm pulse and explode inside my hungry womb.”
“Fuck, you’re so dirty.” Russell began to thrust and soon he was fucking her like she deserved, not fast but really hard, just how she liked it, letting the sound from her dirty mouth wash over him, between thrusts. “Fuck my cunt, Daddy. Dump your big load deep in my pussy.”
In response, Russell stared into Quinn’s eyes and fucked her…thrust…thrust…thrust…skin slapping, a cloud of obscenities, both loud and intimate, mingling in the air between their mouths.
After who knew how long, Quinn moaned as she felt her father’s dick swell and stretch her pussy even more. “Fuck...that’s it. Fill my pussy up. Please, Daddy…oh fuck!!!” Her pleading turned into renewed moaning as he thrust faster and faster, even harder and harder.
Finally, Russell was on the edge. “Shit!” he shouted and, straightening up on his knees with his hands gripping Quinn’s hips tight, her legs wrapped around his ass, he thrust all the way in her pussy, trying, always, to get deeper.
Quinn lifted her ass off the couch to meet his thrust and almost desperately pushed her pelvis against her father’s as his hot, thick load turned her pussy into a virtual swamp of mixed juices.
When the last glob of cum squirted to her cervix, spreading its heat, she fell back down, as if with the weight of his load, and he collapsed on top of her. Her pussy couldn’t hold all the fluids, so they rushed out of her hole. “Fuck, look at that,” Russell said.
“Feel it everywhere,” Quinn panted. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Put your dick back in. I want to feel it all sloshing around inside.” He complied, and the squelching sound made his dick twitch.
“Fuck.” He involuntarily thrust into her again, his dick pulsing once more. “I think I just made a baby with my own daughter,” he whispered in her ear.
Quinn pulled him even tighter to herself, nestling his dick further inside and gliding one bare, toned calf along his thighs. “Yeah, I think we did.” She put her lips to his ear again and brushed her hand up and down his sweaty back, stroking it as she spoke. “But, I’m not done. By tomorrow morning, I’m going to make damn sure we get the job done.” She punctuated it with a another squeeze of her pussy around his cock. She was already unsure how many orgasms she herself had had when he was fucking her.
Even with his dick buried deep inside the sexiest woman in the world with the evidence of his own daughter’s sexual need covering his cock, Russell needed a rest before he could give Quinn more of what she wanted. He pulled out, and she snuggled up to her father as they checked up on the game. Their mixed cum continued seeping out of her pussy onto the couch as she rested her head on his chest and brushed her hand over his balls.
It wasn’t the first couch they’d ruined.
A commercial ended, and they found there was no score at the end of the first quarter. “Oh good, you didn’t miss anything,” Quinn said, kissing her father’s cheek, still giving his balls her own loving treatment.
They watched the second quarter together, and it looked like the Falcons were going to run away with it. So, as Lady Gaga sang her heart out, no doubt putting on a spectacular show, Quinn licked her father’s cock to full stiffness. “Your balls are my favorite part of your body,” she told him before she put the finishing touches on his erection. Just before she was ready to hop onto his dick to ride, she sucked his balls one more time and rubbed his dick on her cheek. Her face was a mess of saliva and leftover cum when she finally did settle her pussy onto his cock.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Russell said as he felt her still soaking pussy settling down onto his cock and resting once again on his balls. He kissed her hard and deep.
She couldn’t respond verbally because, much like his reaction when he first put his cock in her pussy, she was overwhelmed by the feeling of his long, hard cock stretching her vagina and nudging her cervix. She especially loved that vein along the side that she could feel all along the inside of her pussy. So, instead of answering, she kissed him, fucking his mouth with her tongue much like his cock was about to fuck her pussy.
For, as much as Quinn and Russell loved each other and viewed their relationship as an intertwined father-daughter and romantic coupling, when they were naked, those feelings manifested in dirty, nasty, wet, sloppy fucking, plain and simple.
“I’m gonna turn around, Daddy. I want you to watch my ass bounce,” Quinn panted. She lifted up onto her knees, her tits pressing into her father's strong chest and felt her pussy stretch and then flex around the head of his dick as it released its hold.
As quickly as she could, she stood and turned, standing astride Russell’s legs and lining his dick up. Slowly, she sank down onto his cock again and then fucked him as hard as she could, pulling his gaze to her ass, quite possibly her best physical asset. That was up for debate.
Russell watched Quinn’s ass the whole time she was fucking him. It was firm and round. He wanted to bite it. He hardly ever got the chance to put his mouth on it or her pussy because she was always ready for his cock. He wasn’t complaining, but he loved to taste her when he got the chance.
In any case, Russell was balls deep in Quinn's pussy, but she wanted to feel him deeper. She sat on his lap, pussy still full of her father’s cock, leaned back and pulled her feet up, spread out wide on the couch for leverage. They both gasped and cursed as the angle opened her pussy up to his cock even more.
She bounced up and down on his cock, hard and fast. She wasn’t fooling around. “Give me your cum in my pussy, Daddy…Don’t hold back. I need it now,” she said.
The way she was putting her body and the way she could use it on display for her him plus her demand set him off quickly. As soon as she felt the first burst of his load, she ground down onto his cock, rocking that ass against his balls as if to squeeze every drop. But, he needed no more help than she’d already given.
“Shit!” Quinn shouted as his sperm sprayed her cervix, scorching hot. She felt the sticky cum pelting her, feeling the heat all the way to her belly, where she knew her baby would be growing soon.
“Oh my god,” she panted, falling back against Russell and pulling his hands, which were on her supple hips, helping her fuck him, up to her breasts and squeezing them in his hands. Finally, they both came down from their highs. “Fuck, I love you, Daddy. Let’s go to bed.”
They didn’t see the Patriots pull off one of the most improbable comebacks in football history.
Totally worth it.
Quinn exhausted her father that night. She took his cum on her hands and knees meeting his thrusts from behind with her own rocking back against him, then riding him like a dirty cowgirl, and finally as the little spoon grinding her pussy hard against his balls as his final thick load poured from his dick and overflowed onto the bed.
They finally fell asleep, his dick still buried in her cunt, in a pool of their juices but plenty still left so that a week later, she had her first positive pregnancy test. Russell celebrated being a grandfather by pushing Quinn, his daughter and the mother of his child, up against the wall and filling her pussy with more cum.
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