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I’m Addicted to You(r Cum)	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 24617 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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Warning: This chapter contains sex between a legal adult and a 17-year-old. The adult is unaware of her age.
One line of dialogue is adapted from Glee 3x07, "I Kissed a Girl."
I want your cock.—(419) 204-1122
Who is this?—Jason Mumford
Quinn Fabray. You interested?—(419) 204-1122
Hell yeah. What do you want to do with my cock?—Jason Mumford
I want it in my mouth. Then, I want it in my pussy…I’m coming to your house after school. No condoms…just you, your cock and your cum.—(419) 204-1122
Shit....okay. Can’t wait—Jason Mumford
Quinn was on the way to being cured. She just knew it. She loved Sam’s cum, and that had set her on her way to finally being straight.
The orgasm she had with Sam wasn’t much but that was just because Sam was so forceful, and she didn’t like that, right?
If she took control, the whole process would be complete. She’d be cured, and she’d enjoy sex with men for life.
Jason Mumford was the perfect candidate to complete the process, Quinn thought. He was athletic, but not in a football player way. He was a baseball player, so he was manly but not too big and bulky.
Puck was strong but almost uncoordinated in his movements, focused on getting himself off. Sam was forceful but also somewhat leaner and at least seemed to get some pleasure out of making a girl orgasm.
Hopefully, Jason would give her the best of both worlds and she’d love it.
Hi Quinn. Just want to make sure I wasn’t dreaming before. You still want me?—Jason Mumford
She was in the cafeteria eating lunch when she received the text.
Yeah. We’re gonna have a great night. I’m gonna blow you and swallow your load. Then, I want you to fuck me into the wall. Then, I’m gonna ride your cock so good. And, I want as much of your cum inside me as possible. You think you can handle that?—Quinn Fabray
You want it hard?—Jason Mumford
Really hard. I won’t break.—Quinn Fabray
Woah, okay. Come as soon as you want. I’ll head home right after school.—Jason Mumford
Okay, stud. ;)—Quinn Fabray
Of course, all this was false bravado on Quinn’s part. She was nervous as hell on the inside, but she was still a Fabray. She could do this, and she really was at least cautiously optimistic that once she got started she’d love it.
Sam Evans had made it possible. He had her on her way to cured…and she hoped this would finish that. Maybe then she would actually enjoy it in a couple days when Sam had set it up for his buddies to join them.
So, while she wasn’t exactly turned on by the sexting, she definitely was eager to get to Jason’s house that afternoon to see what he could do.
She rang his doorbell promptly at 4:15 and he opened it immediately.
“Are your parents home?” she asked.
“No…not ‘til really late,” he answered breathing heavily already.
“Good,” she replied and got down to business carrying out what she had promised in her text.
She pushed him against the door and knelt in front of him. She pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, and grabbed his cock…his big cock, the biggest one she’d had so far.
“Shit, Quinn. You weren’t kidding around,” he started to pant as she licked up and down his dick.
With Jason, she was in control so she wasn’t afraid to give him a little more deep-throat action. She took him as far inside her mouth as she could so he was hitting the back of her throat, flattened her tongue on the underside and swallowed.
“FUCK!” He shouted because, jeez, he did not expect Celibacy Club president Quinn Fabray to do that. Up until that morning, he was under the impression she was back on the abstinence train after her whole pregnancy debacle.
So, her texts had surprised him, and somehow he still wasn’t prepared for her to carry through like she was.
She had him hard with a few swallows around the head and then moved down to his balls with her tongue. She massaged one testicle with her hand while circling the other with her tongue. Then she squeezed the one in her hand and sucked the other in her mouth.
By the time she had repeated this treatment on alternating testicles, he was warning her, “Shit Quinn, you better get ready. I’m gonna blow.”
She moved back to the bulb at the head of his penis and sucked and sucked hard.
“Give it to me…I want to swallow your cum,” she demanded. She really hoped his jizz was at least close to as good as Sam’s. She knew it probably didn’t have the same addictive qualities, but it couldn’t be that different right?
“Here it comes,” he grunted and shot a big load of semen onto her waiting tongue. It didn’t come out in ropes so much as big globs so some landed around her mouth rather than in it.
“Mmmm...tastes so good,” she lied. It didn’t. It tasted slightly bitter. It wasn’t horrible, but like everything, excluding Sam’s cum, about her experience with men and their bodies, it was just nothing special.
“Shit, Quinn, you look so hot with my cum on your face,” he panted, getting half hard again at the sight, which she was glad of because it meant she might not have to touch his cock again with her hand or mouth to get him hard. It was time to test how it felt in her pussy.
First, she licked all around her mouth to gather all the excess cum, and swallowed again. She hoped that would do the rest of the job getting him hard, and she was rewarded.
“Take my panties off and fuck me against the door,” she ordered. She hoped it would be even hotter for him, and, more importantly, spark something in her, if she allowed him to take her right there.
She stood up and kissed him deeply sharing his taste.
Then, she leaned with her back to him, one hand against the wall next to the door. She flipped up her cheerleading skirt, presenting her ass to him. She’d removed her spanks, so she was down to some sexy lace panties.
Immediately, she put her hand inside her panties and began to furiously rub her clit to get herself wet. She was troubled that she wasn’t yet just a little wet from the blowjob, but she pushed that aside for now. This had to work.
She was well aware that her ass was what drew the boys’ looks as she walked by, and secretly she knew why. She knew what the round, tight curves of her ass could do to someone who was attracted to that sort of thing.
So, she was a little narcissistic on top of everything else, but that was the least of her problems. It was working to her advantage at the moment.
Touching herself worked to get her wet and gave him a good show.
“Wow, who knew I’d ever have you in this position? Can I tell people?” Jason asked as he stepped up behind Quinn.
“I’ll let you tell people soon, Jason, but not yet. I’ll let you know,” she said a little businesslike for the situation but Jason didn’t seem to notice.
“Cool…let me know. Can I get inside you now,” he asked and without waiting for an answer, grabbed the hem of her panties just above her ass cheek and tugged them slightly.
“Get them off me,” she breathed. He did, practically ripping them off in his haste.
She spun around and put her arms around his neck then jumped into his arms, knowing he’d catch her. He did.
“Now, show me what you can do with that dick of yours. Give it to me good and hard. I want to feel your dick slamming into my pussy and my back thumping against the door,” she said.
“Fuck, ok,” he said a little dazed by all of this so far. But, she was pleased that he was able to plunge ahead, literally.
He had her against the door in moments, and he was inside her a moment after that.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…you’re so tight. Shit…your pussy is so good already. I’m gonna need a second or I might blow again.” He pushed in to the hilt and took a couple deep breaths.
She was not pleased by this.
“Come on, Jason. Do it. I don’t care about your stamina. You can work on that when I’m riding your big, thick cock. You know you’re the biggest I’ve ever had? Puck and Sam have nothing on you. I just want to feel you shoot your load inside me. Just fuck me as hard as you can and give me your cum.” She whispered all these dirty things into his ear.
She was getting anxious because none of this was doing anything for her, and she hoped that if she didn’t have an orgasm like this that at least she could manage one when she was on top later. If not, she’d be disheartened beyond belief.
She was resigned to not getting there this way, but maybe it would still help him build up his stamina. She hadn’t taken into account how little sex he probably got. Jocks rarely got as much as they bragged about.
But, that did the trick to get him going. He started moving, pounding her into the door…thump…thump…thump.
“Shit, I’m sorry, I’m gonna cum,” and he shot his load, again a really big one deep inside her. She felt a slight warmth as it oozed around his cock and her pussy walls. Aside from that and the slight ache in her back, though, she felt the same emptiness inside that she had with Sam.
It hadn’t been a painful or blatantly disgusting feeling, but it was something much worse…nothing. It made her feel like she could easily become a prostitute if she ever needed money because she was easily able to detach herself from the fucking. That thought just made this all the worse.
But, Fabrays didn’t give up and she was going to be on top this time. And she still held out hope that that would be the magic position for her. Her time with Sam had to be about more than just his addictive cum. It had to be.
“Come on,” she said, “Show me where your bedroom is.”
“Okay.” He grabbed all the clothes they’d shed and led her to his room upstairs.
“Lie down on the bed. Are you hard, yet?” she asked.
“No, but I bet I could get hard if you got naked,” he smiled.
“Gladly. Stroke yourself while I watch.” She was back to her full false bravado mode.
She needed to get wetter if she was going to take him again, so she needed to touch herself. He would probably get harder faster if she stroked his ego, watching him stroke his penis, rather than her doing it for him.
She’d like it better too, but she didn’t really want to admit that even to herself.
She sat on the bed and looked him in the eyes as she put one foot up on the bed and leaned against the bedpost at the end of the bed, exposing her pussy to his gaze. She began to stroke up and down her slit as he began to stroke up and down his cock.
“Oh my god, Quinn,” he gasped as he stroked himself faster.
Just to help him along, she said, “Squeeze your balls. Shit, your big, Jason. I can’t wait ‘til all that’s inside me again.”
Her stroking her slit and then vigorously rubbing her clit was getting her wet.
“Shit, I’m almost hard.”
“Good, ‘cause I’m almost ready for you again. I’m gonna ride you so good,” she moaned at a particularly hard push to her clit. She was wet, and now she took a cleansing breath for courage.
“Come on. Ride me, babe. Shit, you’re hot,” he said.
She climbed up on the bed and, placing one knee on each side of his legs crawled up until she was poised over his completely stiff cock.
She had an idea and just grazed her erect clit over the tip of his cock a couple of times to see how it felt.
Nothing.
But, his reaction was immediate.
“Shit, Quinn. Shit! I need to be get inside you again,” he groaned.
Well, it was now or never. If this didn’t work, this experiment would be a failure.
She impaled herself quickly and ground down on his pelvis. She felt the length and stretch but still the emptiness overshadowed it all.
She put both her hands on the bed and started bouncing up and down.
The felt her tits bouncing. Maybe…
“Squeeze my tits,” she said.
“Huh?”
“Squeeze my tits!” she shouted louder.
She needed this to work.
Even though he was busy trying to hold off his orgasm, he obeyed when he was able to concentrate on her words.
Because he’d be crazy not to.
He put his hands on her breasts and fondled them as she continued to bounce up and down on his cock. The stimulation did seem to be slowly inching her toward an orgasm, but it certainly wasn’t going to be any bigger than the one she’d had with Sam.
“Are you close?” she asked.
“Yeah, shit. Are you gonna cum too?” he said through gritted teeth. It didn’t surprise her. Sam had asked, and she expected Jason to eventually as well.
“Yeah, just give me a minute,” she said as she brought a finger down to rub her clit again. She knew if she was going to climax, she’d have to help herself out a little.
It worked. She squeezed his dick with her pussy.
And, this orgasm wasn’t a big deal but actually was noticeably harder than her other one.
She wanted to believe it wasn’t solely because she had basically brought herself to her own orgasm with only incidental help from Jason.
She had to believe this was the best she could do with the help of someone else. It had to be true.
As he shot his second load of the day inside her, and the emptiness hung like a shadow, she knew it wasn’t true.
There had to be more to sex than this. There had to be more to sex than getting through to even the glorious taste of Sam’s cum.
Women should enjoy sex.
This had failed. She wasn’t cured…yet.
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So, Jason hadn’t done it for her. But, Sam had started something, right?
But, she was still missing something. She was never really aroused by anything about them or anything they did to her. She just loved Sam's cum.
And she had tried taking control by letting Jason use her body in a way she thought she might like. But, again, there was nothing about him or what he did that turned her on. She was only able to muster any arousal when she did it herself.
Maybe high school guys just didn’t know how to please women. Maybe an older guy could do it.
She remembered she had a better orgasm with Jason because of the balance she kept between control and letting him have his way with her.
She had given herself over to Sam to do with her as he pleased and felt nothing but hunger for his cum. She had given Jason the illusion of control, allowing him to enjoy her body but only in the way she prescribed.
And, looking back on it, the orgasm she had was better with Jason, but it wasn’t because of Jason. So, maybe she just needed an older guy.
Not a guy…a man, an experienced man.
“Santana, I need a fake ID. Do you know how I can get one?”
“Ooh, the Queen of Abstinence is gonna get naughty, huh?”
Quinn was surprised everyone still thought she was celibate. Sam, apparently, had not spread the word of his conquest of her, maybe because he knew she hadn’t responded to him in the same way as all the other girls. She knew she hadn’t, and there was no one who hated that as much as she did.
But, she wasn’t interested in pretending to be cured because she was buried in the closet already. No one needed to know, yet, that she was even struggling with gay feelings.
She wanted her cure to be genuine before ever talking about it, and maybe Sam sensed that and was afraid of her wrath if he outed her.
So, until she was cured, apparently no one was talking about it. Thank God for small favors.
“Do you know anybody or not?” she asked.
“Yeah, yeah, I do. Artie.”
“Artie?”
“Artie.”
It looked like maybe God was smiling on her more and more. He was rewarding her for all the trouble she was going through to cure her of her sinfulness.
With renewed optimism and energy, she went to Artie and by the next night, the night before she was due to go back to Sam—God! She couldn’t wait for more of his cum. It had been too long already!—she went to a bar outside of Lima armed with her fake ID.
She immediately saw lots of guys in their twenties who would fit her criteria.
This was going to be easy.
After effortlessly faking her way to ordering a rum and coke, she started to pick one at random.
Then a thought came to her.
She decided, maybe she needed someone with dark hair and a darker-than-average complexion…and maybe a little shorter, but not too short. She still wanted a man’s man, but she decided maybe the best way to forget a certain female brunette’s curves and legs was to find the male version or close to it.
So, with her options narrowed, she looked around and saw what looked to be the perfect guy. He was maybe 5’8”, a couple inches taller than she was, dark hair, piercing brown eyes, and tan skin.
She just knew this guy was going to be the one to put her finally and firmly in the heterosexual column.
“Hey there,” she said after sidling up to him at the bar.
“Well, hi, pretty lady,” he smiled. “I’ve never seen you here. You new around here?”
Ugh.
She decided to play along despite her disappointment that he couldn’t come up with more interesting conversation and that his eyes were already trailing her body in an understated Anthropologie dress, cardigan, and wedges—she considered boots but those were too hard to get off and these were equally sexy and bared more skin.
Besides, especially since she’d decided in the car to take the clip out of her hair to let it flow freely, she knew she was gorgeous. She was showing off her body just enough. She could have any guy in the building, and she knew it.
So, because she wasn’t really here for conversation, and she knew she had him hooked already, she started to reel him in.
“I live in Lima, but I just haven’t come to this bar before. I’m Quinn. What’s your name, handsome?” She gave him her real name. She didn’t want to lie any more than necessary.
“Ned.”
She could feel the optimism escaping like air from a slow-leaking tire.
“Well, Ned.” She moved closer to him, “How about you and I go somewhere else for some more one-on-one fun.”
“You mean like, um, a date?” Quinn turned towards the bar and rolled her eyes as subtly as she could.
When she turned back to him, she turned up the seduction like she had with Sam…only this wasn’t a teenage boy so he probably needed a little bit more.
So she looked him straight in the eye and said, “Let me be more clear.” She leaned over and whispered hotly into his ear, “If you take me somewhere else, you get to have sex with me.”
And there it was …another confirmation she could sell her body to anybody, and she would be able to do it like nothing. She hated herself for that, but she was taking a major step right now toward fixing herself, right?
He pulled out his wallet and threw down enough money to cover both of their tabs, and said, “Where do you wanna go?”
“Well, where do you live?”
“Not far from here. Do you want to come over?”
“What do you think?”
To hell with the consequences for him if anyone ever found out he was about to take home and fuck a seventeen-year-old girl, whether he was aware of that detail or not.
“Let’s go.”
Ten minutes later, she was pulling up behind him in his driveway. She wasn’t stupid enough to get in his car, but she was going to take the risk to go in his house. He seemed harmless enough. There were weapons in a house that weren’t available in a car…and it was a little more public.
She hopped out of her car and approached him. She wanted to get this going, be assertive but also, as with Jason, let him think he was in control.
As he stood from locking his car, she pressed her body against his side and “accidently” brushed his crotch.
“Ooh, getting hard already?”
“Well you’re hot, Quinn.”
“You want to see what’s under this dress, don’t ya?” she purred.
“Hell yes,” he said.
“Well, let’s go then.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the door. He fumbled with his keys because she had her breasts pressed against his arm.
Once they were in, she said, “Where’s the bedroom?”
“Don’t you want a drink first?”
“No…I don’t need liquid courage. I just need you inside me…bare. You are clean, right?”
What self-respecting, or, well, horny guy would say no to having Quinn Fabray raw? Well, Ned had just met Quinn—he didn’t even know her last name—but already he knew he didn’t want to be that guy.
“Yeah. Right this way,” he said and took her hand, which she was glad of. She knew she was good at kissing, but she didn’t want to do the whole cliché stumbling towards the bedroom, mouths fused, thing.
She’d rather be in complete control.
So, she allowed him to pull her towards the bedroom, still sticking as close to him as she could.
She needed him to be willing to do things to her when she asked, and she knew the best way to get everything she needed was to make him think she really wanted him.
Or, figure out if she actually did?
Whatever.
So, she stuck close to his body ‘til they were in his room.
“I’d say nice room, but I don’t care. Sit on the bed. I need you in my mouth.” She said with just the hint of authority.
She needed to make this easier on herself.
So, she started to take her clothes off, giving him a good show. She knew she was a naturally sexy woman, and it didn’t matter that she was only seventeen.
She didn’t have to do anything special but just look at him as she removed her cardigan, then her belt. Then, stared into his eyes as she sent her dress pooling at her feet, and his erection was straining his pants because, as she was well aware, her body in almost nothing was a sight to behold.
She could see his erection growing, and that was the point.
And, one of the few positives she took from her experiences with Sam and Jason was that she really liked being naked. It simply made her feel really sexy when a man’s eyes were hungry for her. The thought of them giving in to that hunger was a different story.
So, she got fully naked and was not self-conscious in the least. She simply walked slowly toward him and knelt between his knees.
“Take off your shirt,” she requested as she took care of his pants and boxers. Sure enough, he was fully hard. And, he was thick. She was glad to see he wasn’t as long as either of the three boys she’d had because she could do without the annoying little poking that just reminded her they weren’t doing anything for her.
But, he was thick. Maybe he could stretch her out, and that would be what finally gives her some sexual pleasure.
After a quick look at his muscular chest and toned abs that did absolutely nothing for her and moving the fingers of one hand to her clit to get herself wet and the other hand to circle his cock, she dived into his crotch, this time starting with his balls.
They were so big she knew she was going to get a big load from him, and she honestly looked forward to it to see whether it felt good by the time he had given her a good fucking.
She licked wide swaths from one side to the other, fluttering her tongue just below the base of his shaft, hold his dick up with her free hand. She heard him gasp and knew he was going to be ready very soon.
She deep throated him—easy—and swallowed around him a couple times.
“Fuck, I’m gonna blow if you keep doing that,” he panted.
“Nuh-uh-uh,” she sing-songed as she stood up and straddled him. “I want all that inside me, big boy.”
She sank down impaling herself on his dick, and she really did feel it. His girth did stretch her out in an interesting way. It didn’t exactly feel good, but it was…well, interesting, which was better than anything Puck, Sam or Jason ever did with their dicks.
“Grab my ass and help me get your cock really deep in my pussy,” she said.
He did. He gripped her tight, round butt cheeks and alternated between spreading them and squeezing them together as he lifted her up and down on his cock.
“Shit, you feel so good, Quinn.”
“So do you....you’re getting really deep. I can feel it.” Or at least she wished she did. The stretching feeling was giving way to the usual nothingness after she adjusted. She started desperately moving faster to get it back.
Up and down on his dick she bounced, her tits in his face.
“Kiss me,” she said.
Their tongues swirled, and he moaned. This made her feel fleetingly good. It was confirmation of what she already knew. She knew her kissing skills were otherworldly…very sexy by themselves, at least to her partners.
She’d had Finn running to the bathroom muttering something about a mailman on more than one occasion from just her tongue in his mouth.
But too soon, he was pulling away and saying, “I’m cumming, Quinn. Are you sure you want it inside you?”
“Yeah, give it to me. I want all your cum inside me,” she purred, and he blew.
Again, it was warm and wet, but nothing.
She let Ned fuck her hard from behind, holding on to her shoulders for leverage as she yelled for him to fuck her hard. It was one last ditch effort to get this to work, but after another big load inside her left her equally numb, she pecked him on the lips and left.
And, she had to go to Sam’s tomorrow and let at least three more guys have their way with her just for a taste of his cum.
His cum, though, would be worth it. That thought alone kept her from breaking down crying before she got home.
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