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The Bachelorette	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 22199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-The Bachelorette
- 2-Double Life
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“Santana, I have to go,” Rachel said as she pulled out of Santana’s arms. “You know I love you, but I just have to. I can’t have Sara go on for me anymore. It’s been two weeks.”
“I know you do, baby. I just don’t want to go back to normal already,” Santana huffed, holding tightly onto Rachel’s fingers. “When will you be back?”
“I don’t know…I’m sorry, but you know how late cast parties can go after…” she trailed off.
“Okay…come back to me, please?” Santana begged.
“Of course, I’ll come back to you.” Rachel moved back in and kissed Santana lovingly and left, hoping Santana didn’t notice how eager she was to get away.
It had nothing to do with Santana and everything to do with a certain blonde stripper.
Rachel was skipping the cast party tonight, probably every night for the foreseeable future, and the sooner she got through her show, the sooner she could see Quinn Fabray again.
As she finished her turn on stage, Quinn watched Rachel get up from her seat and head to the private room where they had met exactly two weeks earlier.
They had exchanged very dirty pictures and text messages every day since.
Quinn knew Rachel was on her honeymoon, and that she was fucking another woman, but she took perverse pleasure in distracting Rachel.
This wasn’t a competition. Marriage was just a different kind of relationship some women needed, and she knew Rachel wasn’t denying her new wife her cock. She wasn’t asking for any commitment from Rachel except just to come see her once in a while—well, really, as often as she could get away.
She couldn’t wait to get that cock inside her instead of just imagining it as she stared at it on her phone.
There’d even been an all too brief FaceTime session in which she’d watched Rachel jerk off and cum on her belly.
“Goodnight, Quinn,” Rachel had whispered, smiling, from her bed as Santana turned off the shower on the other side of the bathroom door.
Now, as soon as she’d dressed in a top and skirt, nice but definitely not conservative and with easy access, Quinn headed to the room. She didn’t bother with anything elaborate, and she wore no bra.
Rachel was waiting for her, not on the couch like before, but leaning on the wall next to the door.
“Hi,” Rachel said, not waiting for a response before pushing Quinn against the wall and kissing her for all she was worth. She started to unbutton the blouse she knew she'd find amazing boobs underneath. “Mmmm...I need your pussy.”
Quinn chuckled against Rachel’s lips.
“Right down to business, huh? Well, that works out well because I need your dick just as much.” As she spoke, she reached under Rachel’s skirt and cupped her balls, through the silk.
“Sorry, just…oh, fuck it,” Rachel backed up just enough to drop her boxers and throw them off to the side.
Then, she crouched to pull Quinn’s tiny panties off, almost cumming at the site of her panties moving down her gorgeous legs. Quinn stepped out of the panties, and Rachel saw her wet pussy live for the first time, really, up close.
She needed a taste. She dived right in and stuck her tongue deep in Quinn's pussy.
"Oh, fuck!" Quinn screamed Rachel dug her tongue deeper than some dicks she'd had. She was amazed at how deep and thorough Rachel was with that talented tongue.
Rachel explored inside Quinn's pussy until she knew she'd cum on the flor if she kept going. She wanted to cum inside her favorite pussy, so she stood and wrapped one of Quinn’s legs around her own ass, leaving her dick right at Quinn’s hole.
“Shit,” Quinn mumbled into Rachel’s shoulder, her arms loosely around her neck, when she felt the tip of Rachel’s cock. “Put it in.”
Rachel slowly, but steadily, pushed her cock into the pussy that had pretty much ruined any other pussy for her.
And, as Quinn’s walls stretched and squeezed and formed to Rachel’s dick until it was in to the hilt, both girls moaned long and loud.
Rachel just stood for several seconds, unwilling to move from this heavenly place.
Quinn pulled her in with her leg, so she couldn’t go anywhere, regardless.
Finally, Quinn needed to feel her move.
“Fuck me,” Quinn whispered into Rachel’s ear, squeezing her walls around Rachel’s cock, relishing the stretch. “Give it to me…hard.”
Rachel, with Quinn’s help, did exactly as she’d wanted all week.
She didn’t fuck Quinn fast; she fucked Quinn hard.
“You have the best pussy,” Rachel grunted between hard thrusts.
“You’ve said that,” Quinn half giggled, half grunted and tightened her arms around Rachel’s neck.
She was practically giddy at having Rachel’s dick inside her again.
“Rachel…” she gasped after a particularly hard thrust when she felt Rachel’s cock stretch her pussy and tap her cervix.
It was the most amazing feeling.
“Quinn…” Rachel gasped in return.
Quinn moved her hand down to Rachel’s other ass cheek to give her even more force.
“I didn’t know sex could be this good,” Quinn breathed.
“Me neither,” Rachel grunted as she continued her intense pace. “Do you have to dance anymore tonight?”
Thrust…thrust…thrust.
“I’m all yours,” Quinn breathed. “For as long as you want me…tonight.” Quinn wasn’t going to qualify it, but she knew she had to, which was fine..
Rachel’s heart skipped a beat before Quinn said, “tonight.” She was completely in love with Santana, but Quinn was clearly someone she was developing real feelings for besides being sexually superior to anyone. She knew she’d have to talk to Quinn eventually. It was already clear there was something between them. “Wrap your legs around me, babe.”
Quinn helped Rachel boost her up and wrapped her other leg around Rachel’s ass. The only physical acknowledgement of the pet name was to squeeze Rachel even closer and bury her face and closed her eyes tight.
Rachel smelled so good.
The tears that tried to escape weren’t sadness or even jealousy. They were happiness, that she’d found Rachel.
She knew a conversation was coming, eventually, but for right now, she’d enjoy the sex. Because Rachel’s cock battering her cervix right now was the greatest thing she’d ever felt.
Rachel picked up her pace and fucked Quinn because right now she wanted to make Quinn feel really good. “Let’s get out of here after I fill your pussy with my cum.”
“Do it…” Quinn said, and even though Rachel hadn’t actually cum yet, the anticipation of the hot cum flooding her pussy sent Quinn into her first orgasm.
So, when Rachel felt Quinn’s pussy squeeze so hard around her and pull her legs even tighter around her ass, Rachel released a giant load of her sperm deep into Quinn’s pussy, causing Quinn to orgasm once more.
Quinn’s head fell back against the wall as she felt Rachel’s semen flowed inside of her pussy, and her mouth fell open in a gasp, all involuntary for Quinn. Her body was overcome with pleasure she couldn’t describe but would remember for a long time.
She’d experience it again very soon, she knew.
“I’ll take you to my place,” Quinn said as she dropped her legs to the ground and kissed Rachel deeply, exploring her mouth with her tongue.
Rachel’s dick slipped out of Quinn’s pussy, and they both missed it immediately. Rachel moved her finger to rub her pussy just to feel the wetness as they kissed, deeply, then pecking a few times, losing track of time for a little while.
“Rachel!!!!”
A month later, Quinn was riding Rachel’s cock in her bed. They had established a routine that felt anything but routine. It was a whirlwind of lust and sex and just being in the same room and making love and fucking, every day except for Monday when Rachel couldn't get away because she had no show.
She was fine with that, and she definitely made up for it the rest of the week.
Rachel was happy, really happy. She was juggling two beautiful women, and they both seemed very satisfied.
“I’m cumming, Quinn,” Rachel breathed and, right away, squeezed Quinn’s perfect ass as she bucked up into her and released a geyser of cum. Rachel always gave her so much jizz, and Quinn couldn’t get enough.
Quinn squeezed her pussy hard with her own orgasm, then collapsed onto Rachel.
Rachel moved her hands from Quinn’s ass, after she squeezed it one more time, to wrap her arms around her neck and scatter kisses on her cheek and collarbone and cheek again.
She was so happy, and every orgasm made her happier.
“Your bed is very comfortable,” Rachel mumbled, stroking Quinn’s back, intermittently cupping Quinn’s ass. Quinn was so soft and pretty, a very different beauty from Santana. She was so glad she didn’t have to decide between them as long as Santana never found out.
“It is. It’s too bad you can’t sleep overnight in it,” Quinn said. It was an offhand remark, laced with nothing but the comfort of the bed, but Rachel took the opportunity.
“Quinn?” she said.
“Mhm,” Quinn hummed, enjoying her breasts pressed against Rachel’s and her dick still snuggled inside her pussy.
“Are you happy with our…arrangement?” Rachel asked, treading lightly. She knew their situation was so complicated, but she thought she could navigate it without anyone getting hurt.
Quinn lifted her head, with Rachel’s hand on her ass—always gravitating there—and looked into Rachel’s eyes. She searched for anxiety or sadness but found none, only determination mixed with affection.
She smiled. “Yeah. Are you?”
“I am,” Rachel said. “But…” She paused to make sure she said what she wanted to say and didn’t ramble. This required that she be clear, at least as clear as she could with her dick in Quinn’s amazing pussy.
“You know, I love my wife, right?”
“Santana…yeah. I know,” Quinn said. For a second, she became concerned but then Rachel’s expression, after some thought, went back to its determined and loving look.
“Yeah, Santana,” Rachel said. “Well, do you know how I feel about you?”
She had an idea. She smiled.
“How do you feel about me?” she asked, a little teasing lilt in her voice.
“Quinn…our sex is amazing. Your pussy is, I think, literally divine, better than anyone, including, you know...” Rachel thrust up lightly just to emphasize. “But, you’re even better. You. You’re gentle and kind and smart and generous and—my god!—gorgeous and sexy. Even when you’re just reading a book.”
Quinn couldn’t resist. She knew this was leading somewhere really good, and she kissed Rachel right then, not very deeply but very intensely.
“Mmmmm, stop distracting me. I’m trying to say something, here,” Rachel teased, tapping Quinn’s naked butt cheek.
“Sorry.”
“Mhm. I bet. Anyway…” Rachel refocused. “What I’m trying to say, Quinn, is that I’m already madly in love with you.”
Quinn actually hadn’t expected such a sweeping declaration.
“Really?” she asked.
“Really,” Rachel replied.
“I love you so much,” Quinn gasped. “You’re so talented and beautiful…You know I write my words better than I say them, but believe me. I feel so much for you.”
Quinn hugged Rachel and started rocking back and forth on her dick, not trying to get off, just trying somehow to show her how much she meant what she was saying.
“Shit…not just my dick?” Rachel asked.
“No…” Quinn said, simply. And, even though her intention hadn’t been to fuck, she felt Rachel’s cock get hard immediately, and she was in the mood to celebrate.
She sat up to start riding Rachel again, but before she could, Rachel had her on her back and she was fucking the living shit out of her.
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
Rachel pounded her dick into Quinn’s pussy, staring into her eyes with her arms on either side of her head.
The headboard of Quinn’s bed banged against the wall with their furious rhythm, and Quinn’s pussy gushed with orgasm after orgasm as Rachel stayed hard inside of her and didn't let up.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Quinn screamed. Her neighbors were getting an earful, but she was sure they didn’t mind.
Rachel get going and going and going until finally...
“Are you ready, Quinn? Are you ready for my cum?” Rachel asked.
“Fill me up,” Quinn begged. “Please, baby.”
Rachel drove hard into Quinn and shot like a pistol, hard and hot, into Quinn’s body. The heat and wetness in Quinn’s pussy at that moment was unlike anything either of them had felt.
For quite a long time, Quinn had Rachel’s cock gripped so tightly inside her that Rachel wondered if she’d ever let go, not that she would complain.
Finally, Quinn did come down from her high, though, and Rachel exhaled, finding Quinn’s eyes again. Rachel kissed Quinn with all the love she could muster, then drew back.
She kept her dick firmly planted inside the woman she’d finally voiced her feelings for. It was only a month, but she knew it and had almost from the beginning. The only thing was that there were two women she felt this way about, and she was ready to figure it out.
“I’m sorry, but...I can’t leave Santana,” she said. She was blunt, but it was tempered with softness and the love she felt for Quinn, She brushed a damp strand of hair from Quinn’s eyes.
“You love her, too.” Quinn smiled. She loved that Rachel was happy. It’s all she wanted, and she was happy that she even had a part in Rachel’s life. And, it wasn't one-sided. She was still stripping, after all.
“Yeah,” Rachel said. She really didn’t feel any guilt over speaking so affectionately about her wife while she held her dick inside Quinn. She may want things too much, but she was confident she could have this. “What do you want, Quinn?”
“I want you, Rach,” Quinn answered and kissed Rachel’s chin. “I don’t need you to leave her. I just need you to skip your parties and come home to me for as long as you can before you go back to her. I need you spend the day with me once in a while.”
She paused because she had thought about this before, but she hadn’t really expected to say it this soon.
“And, speaking of home, I want us to get our own apartment. I know you can’t put your name on anything, but I want to start a new life with you.”
She pictured a spectacular but comfortable penthouse apartment near the theater district so Rachel could get to her quicker.
She also heard the pitter-patter of little feet in her imagination…but she wasn’t going to mention that just yet. Besides—
“I still want to keep stripping. Is that okay?” she asked.
“Of course, baby. And, hey…if you want to have a little fun with your clients once in a while, that’s okay, too. It’s only fair.”
“I don’t want to.” Quinn actually pouted. She loved the unhibited rush and control she had when she was dancing, and she would publish her novel someday. But, for right now, she liked stripping. She did not want to give her body to anyone else but Rachel, though.
“Baby, you have to, sometimes, right? And, it’s okay to have some fun. It doesn’t mean anything, right?” she said.
“Absolutely not,” Quinn said. Then, she thought of something. “I’ve read about things like this. Polyamory it’s called where a person loves two people. Usually, though, they all know about each other.”
“You’re so smart,” Rachel gushed. “Maybe someday, but, I don’t know. Santana might be too jealous.”
“For now, I’m okay with the way things are. Just spend time with me, and give me lots of your cum, and I’ll stay right by your side,” Quinn said because Rachel’s dick was never far from her mind.
“I love you,” Rachel said and started a slow thrust inside Quinn’s pussy once more.
This was the advantage of being a girl. Even with a dick, she could go several times a night.
“I love you, too,” Quinn said. “Now, lift my legs over my head and fuck me silly.”
"Yes, ma'am!" Rachel said.
She pushed her legs up over head so her knees were on either side of her head and used them for leverage to go to town on Quinn.
Quinn’s flexibility always amazed her.
“Pound my cunt!” Quinn screamed.
She did, again and again and again until she had to leave Quinn.
Six months later, Rachel was still married to Santana, but she spent a lot of time with Quinn, the woman she now considered her partner as much as Santana, in their new home. She was, in a strange way, thankful to those hateful Cheerios who dragged Santana away to her own night of sexy fun, and Rachel felt the need to prove that she was not a prude.
Quinn was on a break from stripping because her belly was rounded with Rachel’s baby. She’d have her pitter-pattering feet very soon, and in the meantime, she had a novel to finish.
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