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Father, Daughter, Husband, Wife	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 38705 -:- 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.

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Further Disclaimer: I feel it's necessary to make it clear that I have absolutely zero actual medical knowledge on the genetic issues pertaining to a father and daughter having a child. The discourse on that subject in this chapter is fueled completely by fantasy.

“I need to feel your big dick in my hand,” Quinn whispered in her father’s ear.
Russell really hadn’t expected to hear that while settling in for their first-class flight to New York City.
But, it was obviously real, since he immediately felt Quinn’s long fingers on his zipper pulling it down.
Then, he felt her hand skimming the skin of his stomach under his t-shirt and then down into his boxers.
“Feeling your balls twitch in my hand always makes me soak my panties,” she continued speaking as she began trying to make her words come true.
Russell swallowed.
“Yeah?” he asked. He tried to keep his moan quiet so as not to attract attention, but he couldn’t bite it back completely when Quinn’s breath was hot on his ear, and her long, soft fingers were massaging his balls so deliciously.
“Yeah, except…today, I’m not wearing any,” she whispered.
He looked over at her face and then down to her skirt. It was a flared skirt that came to about mid-thigh.
Her legs were bare, and, apparently, so was her pussy.
He looked back into her eyes as she began stroking the shaft of his dick.
Her eyes were blown and heated. Her mouth set so seductively that he almost shot his load immediately.
But, he didn’t want Quinn to take her hand away just yet, so he closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself.
“Open your eyes, Daddy,” she squeezed his cock in her hand.
He opened his eyes slowly.
“I love your cock, Daddy. It feels so solid but soft. It’s so big and heavy in my hand that it makes me ache to feel it in my cunt.”
He couldn’t take it anymore. He shot cum all over his boxers and Quinn’s hand.
Quinn pulled her hand out of his pants, smiling. She loved how fast she could make her daddy cum.
“Excuse me. I’ll be right back,” she said as she grabbed her purse, hiding her soiled hand behind it and climbed over him from the window seat.
She headed to the bathroom to wash her hands and to… do other things.
Thankfully, the one-person restroom was empty, and she immediately leaned against the locked door, hiked her skirt up and jammed two fingers, wet with cum, into her pussy.
She didn’t thrust for a few seconds, just relishing the feel of her pussy stretching, spreading the fluid on her fingers around inside of her.
Then, she thrust hard, varying the speed, alternating between scissoring her fingers, dragging them along her walls and hitting her g-spot.
Finally, she came hard, squeezing her own fingers, imagining it was her Daddy’s…husband’s cock instead.
She pulled her phone out of her purse and took a video of her pulling her wet fingers out of her pussy, strands of their juices stretching from her fingers and clinging to her pussy.
She wished she could send it to him from there, but she had to settle for showing it to him at their seat since it was in Airplane Mode.

“This is what you did to me,” she whispered and handed her phone to him as she climbed back into her seat.
She deliberately brushed her hand over his crotch.
He hit play on the video and choked on his saliva.
He stared at the frozen snapshot of the video long seconds after it was over.
Then, he looked at his daughter.
“Did I tell you how much I missed you while you were gone?” he asked.
“You may have mentioned it,” she smiled.
“Well, I did,” he said as he handed her back her phone and turned toward her, “I guess I just got so used to you being home and…available when I wanted. I was so happy you’d decided to hold off on college for that year. Then, I didn’t know what to do with myself when you were actually gone.”
“You’re really in love with me, aren’t you, Daddy?” she asked in wonder.
“I am. Quinn…I know you’re my daughter, and you always will be, but I’m happier already having you as my wife than I ever was with Judy,” Russell replied.
Judy Fabray was a typical society woman. She did only what she had to to keep appearances and keep her man happy.
She was lazy.
She was even too lazy to fight Russell about their divorce and his relationship with Quinn.
She was just so damn lazy, but this time it worked for him.
She was also pretty, but Russell never really thought she was pretty enough to make up for this defect in her personality.
Quinn, on the other hand, was perfect. She was beautiful, smart, talented and the sexiest woman he’d ever seen.
The fact that she was his daughter, frankly, only increased the sexiness factor. It was so dirty and sinful.
The first time they kissed was the first time they had sex.
It was the summer after Quinn’s junior year of high school, and it wasn’t the first time he’d noticed how sexy she was.
It was the first time he’d had the courage to do anything about it.
Judy was at some church function, showing her face, and Russell and Quinn were alone all day.
Quinn was lying out by the pool in the tiniest bikini he’d ever seen.
And, frankly, all summer, the sexual tension between them had been building.
She’d stare into his eyes as she walked by in only a towel.
She’d bend over in front of him to pick something up, her short shorts hiding very little.
Just that morning, she’d brushed past him, and he could swear that as she stared at him, she brushed her palm over his rapidly growing erection.
She was already wearing the bikini, and she hadn’t bothered with a robe or cover up of any kind.
Her cleavage was ample, and her ass cheeks were on display.
Her hips, covered only by string, swayed as she walked away, his eyes drifting up long porcelain legs to those hips.
He’d run to the bathroom to take care of himself, and now, seeing her sunbathing, he couldn’t take it anymore.
He went on autopilot to the patio.
“Hi, Princess,” he smiled down at her.
“Hi, Daddy,” she beamed right back.
He couldn’t help himself. He sat down on the edge of her lounge chair, his butt right up against her bare calf.
He looked down at her gorgeous, creamy thighs that he wanted to run his hand over.
So, he did.
“You look very pretty,” he said looking directly into her eyes as he subtly but deliberately squeezed her leg just above the knee.
He almost moaned at the silky smoothness he’d only dreamed of before, but it was too soon. He might scare her, though that was seeming less and less likely by the second.
“Thank you, Daddy. Are you going to do anything with that hand on my leg, or are you just teasing me?” she asked, blunt as she possibly could.
He decided to take the bait.
“What do you want me to do with it?” he asked.
She pulled her sunglasses off her face.
“I want you to pull my bikini bottoms off,” she replied, keeping her face sexily impassive.
“Then what?” he asked, not even waiting.
He wasn’t going to delay this any longer. She clearly wanted the same thing he did.
He reached for the string on one side of her bikini, untied it and quickly did the same with the other as she spoke.
“I want you to tell me what you think of my pussy,” she said.
By that time, he’d already pulled her bikini off and moaned as it stuck to her pussy lips for just a moment before revealing possibly the most gorgeous sight he’d ever seen.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier,” he said in awe.
“Can I see your cock?” she asked.
Quinn Fabray was nothing if not in control of herself…but always so effortlessly sexy at the same time.
He didn’t answer verbally, only stood and quickly, like a teenage boy about to have sex for the first time, stripped himself of his clothes.
His dick was at full attention, poking his stomach once he let it spring loose.
“Wow,” Quinn licked her lips and stared.
“Oh my god,” Russell couldn’t wait any longer…that tongue!
He climbed onto the sturdy lounge chair, and hovered over his teenage daughter.
“I hope this is leading where I think it is. What do you want, Princess?”
“I want you to fuck me,” Quinn responded as she reached behind herself and untied her bikini top and pulled it off.
Russell gasped at her words and the sight of her tits for the first time.
He realized that all of Quinn Fabray, his offspring, was the most gorgeous creature on the planet.
And he was going to fuck the shit out of her.
“You’ve been taking the pill, right?” he asked.
“Yes…hurry, Daddy. I need you,” she was losing her usual composure.
He knew she wasn’t a virgin by any means. Celibacy Club had come to mean nothing to her, and she’d quit after the baby.
But, she was still young and wasn’t exactly promiscuous. He doubted Finn had been able to get her to let him fuck her more than a handful of times.
But, here she was spreading her legs for her father the first time he asked.
And, boy, was she flexible.
He lifted one leg over his shoulder and inserted his dick steadily until he was balls deep.
“Fuck, you’re hitting my cervix,” Quinn gasped.
“So good…your pussy’s so good,” Russell said between his first few thrusts into his 17-year-old daughter’s pussy. “Oh, god.”
It was tight, wet and fit his dick like a glove.
He’d think of those things later, but right then, he was inarticulate.
Quinn moved her leg from his shoulder and wrapped both her legs around her father’s waist to take a little control of his pace.
“Harder, Daddy…give it to me harder,” she requested.
Then came their first kiss…not tender and romantic. Their tongues swirled around each other so lustfully that they might as well have been fucking with their tongues.
And, at her request, he gave it to her harder…not faster, but definitely harder.
“Umph…umph…umph,” Quinn grunted with the rhythm.
Finn wasn’t like this, and her one time with Puck was eye-opening—it made her see what she’d been missing without sex—but her father was a real man.
And, she couldn’t wait to feel his cum fill her.
“Are you close, baby?” Russell asked, “I want you to come.”
“Mmm…yeah,” she answered.
He thrust a few more times, trying to wait for her, but Quinn was just…he couldn’t keep it back.
He thrust hard inside one more time and, buried balls deep inside his daughter, he released his load, hard, inside of her for the first time.
She came too, clamping her pussy hard around his dick, moaning “Daddy” in his ear.
They couldn’t keep their hands off each other when they were alone from that point forward.
During that summer, every chance they got, he had her shoved against a wall or bent over a sink, anywhere they could close a door.
Sometimes, they even made it to the comfort of a bed.
It was never any less frantic and dirty, though. Quinn’s mouth was always filthy, and her pussy was always hungry for her father’s cock.
“Daddy?” Quinn snapped her fingers in front of his face.
“Hm? What?” he asked, coming out of his trance.
“I was asking when you have to start working?” she asked, “What were you thinking about?”
She smirked, because she had pretty good general idea.
“Our first time,” he returned her smile.
“Mmm…that’s a nice memory,” she said and kissed his cheek, “So…when do you have to work?”
“Oh, well, I could get started right off the bat on Monday. My clients are waiting,” he adjusted in his seat, “But, I could put them off. What did you have in mind?”
“Well, um, I was hoping maybe a honeymoon?” she laid her head on his shoulder.
“Oh! Well…yeah, we can definitely do that. Where’d you have in mind?” he asked.
“We can go to upstate New York. I hear the mountains are really nice, and we can get a cabin and fuck in front of the fire.”
Russell choked on his drink.
Somehow, he was still not used to hearing those dirty words coming from his daughter’s mouth.
She laughed.
“Or, if you prefer the warmer weather, we can go down to the beach…the Bahamas?” she said.
“Sex on the beach?” he asked.
“You read my mind…a private beach, mind you. I don’t want to share you just yet,” she nuzzled his ear with her nose.
“And…maybe more like in a cabana, on one of those outdoor beds, overlooking a beach instead of on the sand,” he replied.
“Mmm, yeah. You’re right. The sound of sex on the beach is better in theory than I’ve heard it works in practice, all that sand in…places,” she said.
“You’ve heard, huh? That wasn’t one of your college experiences?” he asked.
“No…I mean, this one girl who I met at a mixer and I talked about it one weekend, but she’d done it before and…yeah, no,” she realized she’d maybe given her father too much information.
One rundown of her college exploits was enough, and now that they were married, he may not have wanted to hear about those details anymore.
He laughed, though, when he realized she trailed off.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. I told you, I wanted you to experience college, and I definitely feel like I might someday be able to reap the benefits of your attraction to women…oh, by the way, what’s your type?” he asked.
“You mean, in girls?” she teased.
“Yeah,” he chuckled.
“Well…I always seemed drawn to leggy brunettes with asses that I couldn’t keep my hands off of, and—“ she stopped herself.
She wasn’t sure she wanted to divulge the next part just yet.
“What? What is it?” Russell was hanging on her every word.
“Well…you remember Rachel Berry?” she asked.
“Yeah, the singer,” he said.
“Yeah. Well, all those girls—and really they were only about three since I was really trying to fill the void of this—“ she reached down and gave his dick a little squeeze.
He moaned a little, and she chuckled.
“Always ready for me, huh? Anyway…the girls seemed to all have at least a general resemblance to her…Um, I think I actually had a little crush on her in high school. I didn’t know that’s what it was, but now I’m quite sure it was,” she looked at her father to gauge his reaction.
“Didn’t you say she was in New York?” he smiled, wheels turning.
She furrowed her eyebrow, not sure what he was getting at…then, it dawned on her.
“Daddy!”
“Look…I’m not saying we ask her to jump in bed with us as soon as we get to the city. I mean, obviously, we couldn’t even tell her we’re, you know, together until we know for sure she’s not going be disgusted and call the police or something. Maybe just be open to the possibility…eventually,” he said.
“It would be nice…and, I’m not sure she really is into girls, but I hear she’s single. And, she’s got gay dads, so she’s definitely open…maybe not this open, though,” she squeezed her daddy’s arm.
“Just…keep it in the back of your mind…she may just want a night of fun with no strings attached someday. You never know,” he said.
“Oh, I will…I just don’t want to get my hopes up. That’s all,” she said.
“Um…while we’re talking about the future…there is something I want talk to you about,” he said.
“Okay, what is it?” she asked.
They had, by his calculation, about a half hour before their plane landed, and he figured Quinn would be agreeable to what he had to ask.
She just may have a lot of questions about it, but he figured he could at least get her thinking.
“I was…kind of hoping you’d consider going off the pill soon,” he said, looking right at her so that she could see he was confident this was what he wanted.
“Really?”
Quinn’s reaction was a little strange. She looked a little startled, or puzzled, or something.
“I mean, we don’t have to right now, if you want to think about it, but I just thought I’d tell you that I want you to do that…when and if you do,” he said.
“Actually…I kind of get really wet just thinking about it,” she said, still holding the same expression, which he now realized was kind of guilty arousal.
“You do?” he asked.
“I do…like, really wet, like I want to straddle you in your airplane seat and ride your dick ‘til I scream…but—“ she stopped.
“But what?”
“Well, I mean, what about all that stuff about deformed babies and stuff that you hear about,” she asked.
“Oh…well, I’ve actually heard that’s way overblown. And, you know, we can always get any conceived child tested right away. And, they can do a lot with medical science these days, fetal surgery for instance, so I don’t see any reason why it can’t be almost as safe. Just think about it, okay?” he pleaded.
“Oh, I’ve thought about it. Like a lot. I just didn’t allow myself to look into it because I was afraid, and I really wasn’t sure of your commitment.”
“Baby,” he interrupted, drawing closer to her so no one else could possibly hear, “I knew I was in love with you from the first time I felt your pussy. I just didn’t want you to miss out on the full college experience by your old dad holding you back.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” she smiled, “I really appreciate that. Truthfully, I was a little confused, but I think we are better off as a couple because I did that. I was just pretty in love with you too, and I wasn’t sure if you were just in it for the sex. But, that’s all past and…just to be clear. You do want to put a baby in me, right?” she asked.
“I do…I really, really want to fuck a baby into you,” he said.
“Then, let’s put off our honeymoon for a couple of weeks…just to make sure the pill is out of my system and my cycles are back to normal, okay?” she looked at him with those damn sultry eyes.
“We are gonna have sex before then, though, right?”
She laughed and couldn’t help but kiss him hard on the mouth…just longer than even the most intimate father/daughter kiss would last.
“Yes.”
The captain announcing their imminent landing interrupted their stare off but didn’t break their mood.
They couldn’t get off the plane and to their hotel fast enough.
Apartment hunting could wait until tomorrow.

“It was so sexy hearing you tell the clerk we were Mr. and Mrs. Russell and Quinn Fabray,” Quinn breathed as Russell sucked on her neck.
They had, predictably, not made it past the door.
Quinn was pressed against the hard surface with her father’s hands squeezing her ass.
She was not complaining.
Except…
She reached down between them as best she could so she could unzip his pants.
He gave her just enough room so she was able to get his pants and boxers to his ankles.
Then, while his mouth was still occupied with her neck, she began to stroke his cock.
Her long fingers met around his big cock…his penis was longer than it was thick.
But, it was plenty thick. Quinn loved the stretch he gave her.
Thinking about it made her crave it.
“Put it in me,” she gasped.
She was so wet from their conversation on the plane and the wait and now her father’s mouth on her neck, she was about to explode.
Russell moved his hands down to her thighs and hoisted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
Somehow, he had momentarily forgotten that his daughter had gone without panties the whole day, and her waiting pussy was bare and easy to access.
He wasted no time in driving into her and setting a harsh rhythm.
“Fuck…fuck…fuckkkkk!” Quinn screamed.
She really didn’t care if people on the other side of the door heard at that moment.
They had a right to do what they wanted in their own room.
She figured usually hotel room doors were thick enough, though, that no one could hear the thumps or the screams.
But, again, she did not care one bit.
She was Mrs. Quinn Fabray, her name in writing on the hotel register exactly that way, and it made her all the more desperate to feel her lover’s seed empty into her.
She tightened her legs around her father’s ass and helped him thrust.
She laid her forehead on his shoulder as she focused all her efforts on feeling his dick tapping her cervix with the rhythm of his thrusts.
“I can’t wait ‘til you’re off the pill, baby…I’ll have you pregnant in a month because I’ll fuck you morning, noon and night,” he said.
And, the promise set off Quinn’s orgasm.
She squeezed his dick hard, and then, because of all the buildup and his words, she squirted all over his cock and his groin.
When he felt the splash on his balls, they twitched and let go a torrent of cum inside his new wife.
Aftershocks spread through Quinn as she felt the thick and warm fluid spreading inside her pussy.
“So, so, good, Daddy. I love you…Shit,” she convulsed with another aftershock and finally felt the last drop of his load inside of her.
She dropped down to her feet, leaning against the door for much-needed support, and when he pulled out they both watched thick globs of their mixed juices threaten to drip out of her.
Quinn quickly reached between her legs to her pussy and collected as much of the excess as she could and shoved it back inside.
“You really don’t want to waste any of it do you?” Russell smiled, as he leaned over Quinn watching her.
“No, I need all of it in my cunt,” Quinn practically whimpered.
“You do know that you’re still on the pill,” he chuckled.
“Yeah…but it’s been almost a day, and they say the pill only stays in your system for a day. And, besides it’s only like 99% effective or something. There’s a chance!” she continued her frantic tone and work inside her pussy.
“Calm down, baby,” Russell loved how eager Quinn was, but she was working herself up too much, “It’ll be fun trying again if you don’t get pregnant right way, right? And, besides, it’s really hot knowing I put so much in you that you couldn’t hold it all in.”
He beamed at her.
She calmed down and kissed him, fingers wet with their juices on his neck to steady him and put every ounce of her passion and love for her father into the kiss.
“You’re right,” she said, “Did you mean it? You’re gonna really try hard to get me pregnant?”
“Uh-uh. You’ll hardly have time to recuperate. I’ll see you walking around and picture you with your round belly carrying my child…and I’ll be so hard, I’ll need to pin you against the nearest wall and have my way with you,” he crowed.
She kissed him again…hard.
“It’ll be like I’m your totally willing cum depository…I can’t wait.”
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