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Quinn Fabray: Secret Slut	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 36776 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Quinn Fabray: Secret Slut
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Note: I wrote most of this almost two years ago. I've gotten better (I think), but I only cleaned it up a little and finished it off. I like the rawness of it, but it might be a little jumpy. Hope you like it anyway.
“Okay guys, that’s it for today,” Will clapped.
“I’ll see you later, Quinn,” Finn leaned over to peck Quinn.
“Okay, say hello to your mom for me,” Quinn smiled, infinitely grateful that Finn always felt obliged to run home to help his mom out before she had to go to her second job every evening.
Santana watched him leave while everyone else was still gathering their things and talking.
As soon as the door was closed, she let out a shrill whistle that silenced the room.
“Okay, losers, I have an announcement, and, believe me, you won’t be in such a hurry to leave when you find out what it is.” She winked at Will.
Santana chuckled when Will swallowed hard and fidgeted.
Quinn hid her smile from the group. She knew he wasn’t the least bit ashamed that he popped a boner with the anticipation of what was about to happen.
“Okay, listen up. I’ll get right to it. We Cheerios did not join Glee Club to sabotage you or to spy for Sue or whatever you all thought. We joined because—“
Here, she paused to watch Quinn, already standing, as she removed her spanx. It was a bit distracting.
“Keep your pants on for just one second, Fabray,” Santana scolded.
“Well, hurry it up. I’m horny, Lopez,” Quinn said, trying to be stern but ending up just slightly squeaky.
“Right, okay—Seriously?“ Santana stopped again because Quinn’s panties literally dropped, “You’re killing the build-up, here, babe.”
“I said hurry up.” She beamed as she picked up her tiny silk panties and walked over to Will and stuffed them in his shirt pocket.
She settled between Will’s knees, ass against his crotch, and pulled his arms around her.
No one missed the casual way he caressed the small patch of her midriff left bare as her top rode up.
By this time, Santana was all flustered, and the rest of the glee club were stunned, turned on and confused.
Santana could have had fun with that if she wasn’t practically in the same boat. She knew what was happening, but Quinn’s boldness was surprising even her.
“Okay, okay…before Quinn gets entirely naked, here’s the deal. Quinn is a slut…a completely shameless slut who can’t get enough dick and pussy—
“And tits…mmm, and I love a nice ass…“ Quinn trailed off.
“Right…and she wants the glee club to use her as their fuck toy for the rest of the year. Understood?”
“Um…” Artie muttered.
“Huh?” Mercedes said.
The others mirrored their befuddled state.
Finally, Rachel found her words.
“Excuse me, Santana, but I must echo the sentiments of my inarticulate friends. Can you please explain? I mean, are you saying Quinn wants to have sex with us?” she asked.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying, Hobbit,” Santana answered.
“I’m going to have to ask you to explain,” Rachel said and sat down expectantly. It was certainly a good sign that none of the glee club had laughed or run scared. Quinn was a little worried that Rachel would think this was a cruel joke and get the hell away as quickly as she could.
Quinn hoped that Rachel, especially, would embrace this side of her.
“Gladly. Okay, here’s what’s going to happen. Every day, when Finn leaves after practice, Quinn is going to take off her spanx and panties, much like she already has—“ she glares at Quinn and smirks at Quinn’s haughty expression.
“Then, she’s going to choose one to two people every day to fuck her until they’re satisfied. The only limit is that only the people she chooses can touch her at once, and the rest of you watch. If you’re not chosen for sex with Quinn, you can only touch yourself, no one else. Quinn is the focus, here. If you want to get off, do it by either touching Quinn or by watching her get absolutely wrecked.” Santana finished her speech and looked around at the club, gauging the response.
“What about Finn?” Rachel asked.
“Finn is a part of my fake life. He’s a sweetheart, but he’s also a little dim and clumsy. I like cheating, and he’s the unfortunate victim,” Quinn shrugged.
“Is this real life?” Rachel asked.
There it was, and Santana could see that the others mirrored in their expression what Rachel had said out loud.
They hoped this was real.
“Yep.” Quinn stood. “Now, today I want to ride a dick, so my first choice is—“
“Wait!” Kurt piped up, “Before you go any further, I feel the need to point out that I’m, like, 100% gay.”
“Don’t worry, Porcelain” Santana jumped in, “First of all, I’m totally gay, too, so I feel you. Secondly, this is Quinn Fabray. You’ll enjoy watching, and besides there’ll be lots of dick to flying around. You don’t have to fuck her…unless you want to.”
“Okay…proceed,” Kurt said, with the flourish of his hand, satisfied. Even he was intrigued by this proposition.
“Good. Now, as I was saying, I need a dick to ride, and I think Artie’s will do just fine,” Quinn said.
Artie squeaked a little at his name.
She gave Will’s crotch a little squeeze and whispered something in his ear that made him smile.
Then, she moved to Artie and sat her bare ass right down on his lap. She looked around. “I also want…Matt, I want to suck your dick,” she declared.
She got up and knelt in front of Artie while everyone else adjusted to this new reality where Quinn Fabray, Celibacy Club president, was a total whore.
Matt, looking a little uncertain but obviously eager, made his way toward Artie and Quinn.
By the time he made it to Quinn’s side, she had Artie’s pants and briefs off, and he had taken off his own shirt and shoes.
Quinn thought he looked totally sexy in just his socks.
“Mmmm…Artie, your dick is gonna stretch me so good. It’s so big!” Quinn licked her lips, then took a swipe at the tip of his dick with the tip of her tongue.
His dick, to be sure, wasn’t that long, but what he lacked in length, he more than made up for in girth.
Already, the other gleeks were beginning to touch themselves and remove articles of clothing. Artie was hot, and Quinn was the definition of sexy.
Quinn stood up and kissed Matt hard, probing his mouth.
“Don’t worry, Matt. I want this. It’s real. I’m gonna suck you so good, you’ll explode in my mouth,” she assured him and kissed him again for good measure.
Quinn dropped her skirt to the floor and stripped off her Cheerios top.
Finally, she pulled her sports bra off, releasing her tits from their confines.
“Damn,” Artie gulped.
“Yeah, I know. I can’t for the life of me figure out why cheerleaders have to squash their best assets,” she said as she climbed up on Artie.
The room was heavy with the surreal eroticism of what Quinn was doing, and her attitude, naked and unconcerned in front of her peers and in front of a teacher, only added to the dreamlike atmosphere.
Artie’s moan as she spread her pussy lips on the underside of his already-hard dick grounded everyone a little and convinced them this was real.
She put her mouth to his ear and purred, ”Now, don’t hold back. I don’t care if you’re quick. We’ll get you up again, but I need your cum in me.”
She lined her pussy up and sank swiftly down onto Artie’s dick.
“Mmmmm…fuck, you cock feels so good. Take of your clothes, Matt.”
As Quinn turned her attention to Matt, she saw the other gleeks in various stages of undress and pleasure already. Quinn liked what she saw.
Puck had his long dick out, and he was cupping his balls.
Mike was simply cupping himself over his jeans.
And, Rachel—
Rachel was kneading one of her breasts over her blouse, but her skirt was gone. She sat bottomless with a dazed expression, her dark eyes blown.
Quinn moaned, partly because Artie’s dick was doing wonderful things to the inside of her pussy, but mostly Quinn was amazed at how pretty Rachel’s pussy lips were and how sexy she was with two of her fingers inside of it.
Quinn brought her attention back to Matt’s dick, which was mouthwatering.
It was beautiful and just the right size and shape for her mouth.
She kissed and sucked along its length then put it in her mouth.
Her pussy was gushing by this point, and she bobbed up and down, up and down, flattening her tongue on the underside eventually to taste Matt on her tongue.
Matt’s moans and gasps told her all she needed to know about how close he was already close to coming. She let it go with a pop, then moaned at the dual sensations of a thick dick in her pussy and a hard dick in her hand.
She let her head fall back and bounced up and down on Artie’s dick. “Your dick feels so good in my pussy,” she breathed. She picked herself up onto her knees until only Artie’s tip was inside her pussy and slammed back down. “Give me your cum.”
“Fuck!” Artie growled and shot a huge load, rope after hot rope of his semen painting Quinn’s walls. Quinn’s orgasm was overshadowed by the feeling of his thick hot sperm flowing and his dick swelling and twitching inside her.
Finally, he was finished unloading his balls, and she climbed off Artie, kissing him.
She lay down on the ground and spread her legs, exposing her pussy to everyone in the room. She looked over at Matt who was mesmerized, enough so that he was only unconsciously stroking his dick, enough to keep him hard but not enough to cum.
“Shoot inside me, Matt…Hurry, I need more cum,” she panted. “Come on!” She was impatient, but her tone betrayed a bit of desperation, too.
Quinn pulled her legs up until her ass was almost off the floor, inviting Matt to hurry.
At the vision of Quinn’s open and dripping pussy, Matt shook himself out of his daze and moved down to comply with her request. Only an insane man would say no at this point.
The club’s disbelief and morphed into complete acceptance, and they had all allowed themselves to be immersed in their own pleasure.
Matt stroked himself a few times then knelt and immediately plunged inside of Quinn’s pussy.
“Fuck!” he gasped and immediately shot his load.
She wasn’t disappointed. It was exactly what she wanted. “Shit, Matt…fuck, that’s good…do you feel all that cum on your dick?” she breathed as she felt her pussy filling with Matt’s semen and overflowing with his and Artie’s cum.
“Fuck,” Matt jerked and released even more seed. The feeling of Quinn’s pussy was just so indescribable, and Quinn herself gasped at feeling him twitch in her pussy again with the new wave of hot cum.
That night, Will Schuester opened the door when he heard the soft knock.
He chuckled at Quinn Fabray, still in her Cheerio uniform, in the hallway. He was not surprised.
She stepped up and stuck her tongue down his throat.
The hallway was empty, but the door was open. Anyone walking down the hall could have seen them.
Neither cared.
Eventually, Quinn did close the door though.
“Take me to your bedroom,” she breathed.
Will grabbed her hand and pulled her back to his bedroom.
She immediately stripped off her skirt and cheerleading top.
She no longer had spanx on and she dropped her panties to the floor before Will even had time to register what color they were.
He noted they were yellow and silk, as they rested, pooled on the floor still at Quinn’s feet.
Then, he realized he had a naked, 15-year-old Quinn Fabray standing naked in his bedroom.
“Fuck,” he breathed as she was already moving to sit and then spread her legs to present herself to him.
“Why do you still have clothes on?” she asked, her voice heavy with lust.
That and her bald pussy on display spurred him to action. He was naked in 10 seconds flat.
His cock poked his stomach. After all, her pussy was wet, swollen and bare and…so, so young, and she was inviting him inside.
“Mmmmmm…I can’t wait for that dick to be in my cunt this time,” Quinn purred.
“You’re such a dirty girl, Quinn,” Will grunted.
“And you’re a dirty old man, and I want you to pound the shit out of me and empty those big, round balls in my dirty cunt,” she growled.
Will Schuester was a 40-year-old Spanish teacher, and Quinn Fabray was his sexy 15-years-old student. And he was about to pound her pussy to oblivion.
And, he didn’t feel one bit guilty because she had come to him for it.
“Give it to me, Will…fuck my high school brains out,” she goaded.
He plunged his cock deep inside Quinn’s pussy.
She wrapped her legs around his ass, and he almost fell on top of her but caught himself on his elbows.
He began thrusting hard into Quinn, staring into her eyes.
Unf…unf…unf
They both grunted on every hard thrust that made a slapping sound as their pelvises collided.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Will chanted. “Your pussy’s so soft and wet.”
“Kiss me,” Quinn ordered.
He did, and her tongue swirling around his put him on the edge.
“You’re not on birth control, are you?” he asked, grunting with each drive of his hips into her pelvis, his eyes drifting down to her pussy lips stretching around his dick. He almost didn’t hear the answer.
“No…I could already be pregnant,” Quinn said in her own halting voice that shook in rhythm with the sound of their pelvises slapping together.
That answer should have made him stop or at least pull out to send his cum onto her stomach or her tits. He could back out of those sweepstakes. Her toned and baby soft belly would have been so pretty with white streaks of his cum on it.
Regardless, there was no decision to make.
He painted Quinn’s teenage pussy with thick ropes of hot semen.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Quinn said, grabbing Will’s ass and pulling him in tight, with her hands and her legs, to feel the last of his squirting cum. The heated streams battering her cervix gave her her second orgasm of the day. This time she savored it because it came with the feeling of Will Schuester’s sperm oozing, thick and mixing with her own juices, between her pussy walls and his twitching, stiff dick dragging along her pussy walls.
“Are you gonna come here every night after you get fucked at school?” he asked, his face pressed against her neck.
“Is that okay?”
“Oh, my god,” he gasped. Somehow, maybe because they were alone, she sounded vulnerable, a sharp contrast to everything he knew of her. How could she even think he’d say no? “Of course.”
Quinn pulled at his ass in response, any doubts disappearing. “Then, I’ll be here.”
Not long affter, Quinn walked brazenly out of his apartment, her high school cheerleading uniform visible for all to see. There was no shame, only slutty pride.
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