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Truth or Dare	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 48523 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Your cunt tastes so good,” Quinn whispered, and Rachel felt the heat of Quinn’s breath on her already tingling pussy.
Quinn savored one of her favorite flavors while, at the same time, chasing Rachel’s orgasm. It was an intoxicating labor of love.
They were lying on their huge bed. Rachel was squeezing her own tits together, head on the pillow, and Quinn, naturally, lay on her stomach between Rachel’s legs…or some reasonable facsimile of “on her stomach,” since she was six months pregnant.
“You couldn’t wait five minutes for me?” Santana said from the door to their bedroom.
“Did you really think we could?” Quinn asked, looking up with glistening chin and lips.
Rachel hadn’t even come yet, and she was too out of it to acknowledge Santana.
“No,” Santana sighed, her voice full love and regret, not that they couldn’t wait but that she had to be away and couldn’t have been there for the perfect women who bore her children when they needed her.
Obviously, Santana did not need to muster any extra selfless love to fill these particular needs.
By the time she was naked and climbing on the bed behind Quinn, her cock was hard, and Quinn had buried her face again in Rachel’s pussy.
Soon, Rachel was whining. "Almost there....Quinn!" She squeezed her tits hard and bucked up into Quinn’s face. Her pussy gushed and Quinn tried to catch the full product of Rachel’s orgasm with her mouth.
She didn’t succeed, but that hardly mattered because Santana had lifted her leg up, draped herself over Quinn’s back and buried her cock in Quinn’s tight, soaking wet pussy.
“Oh fucckkkkk!” Rachel gasped. Her pussy was still twitching from her orgasm, but felt her attention drawn to her loves' frantic coupling.
Quinn reached behind her and grounded herself by resting her hand on Santana’s cheek while resting her own cheek on Rachel’s thigh. Physically connected to both Santana and Rachel, the women she loved, Quinn relished the pumping and stretching of Santana’s big dick, drilling her deeper and deeper.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” she chanted to the rhythm of Santana’s boobs brushing her back on each thrust.
Something unspoken floated between them, and they moved in one fluid motion.
Santana, dick still buried, pulled Quinn up on her knees while Rachel turned around so she could ride Quinn's thigh.
When Quinn’s back was pressed up against her breasts and Rachel was settled in scattering licks and kisses all over Quinn's tits and making her thigh as wet as possible, Santana resumed her fucking.
She wrapped one arm around Quinn’s shoulder and lay the other on her belly for leverage and went to town.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whispered, pumping faster and faster. “Baby, your pussy’s even wetter than usual.”
Quinn was so overwhelmed by Rachel's mouth and Santana's dick that all she could do was grunt.
But it was such a sexy little grunt, it sent Santana racing toward her orgasm.
Quinn’s orgasm tipped her over the edge.
Quinn’s pussy gushed and squeezed Santana’s dick, and Santana felt her balls twitch and shoot cum like a geyser into Quinn’s pussy.
Quinn, who had pulled Rachel into a deep kiss, pulled away and screamed, “Oh shit!!!”
Another orgasm hit her, and she squeezed down anew on Santana’s cock.
Rachel reached around and squeezed her butt and found Santana’s mouth with her own and rode out both of their orgasms with them.
Her orgasm could wait.
“Wow!” Santana said, between heavy breaths. She collapsed on the bed, and Quinn and Rachel followed her.
They settled with Quinn and Santana draped over Rachel in the middle.
Santana’s cum began to trickle down Quinn's leg as she moved her calf along Santana’s.
“See? You didn’t miss a thing,” Quinn teased.
“Yes, she did. She didn’t get to put her dick in my pussy.” Rachel pouted.
“Well, consider that remedied as soon as I can get it up again,” Santana said.
Quinn reached over with a satisfied smile and began to slowly stroke Santana’s cock.
Rachel got her thorough fucking.
Santana loved little Barbra and little Maribel, named for Santana’s mother, but it was hard being parents. Rachel was auditioning for parts and getting a few in the chorus. Quinn was taking classes at NYU, having transferred.
Santana was the only one pulling in any substantial money at this point, but it was enough. And, it was her turn. She was willing to do commercials for yeast infection creams so she could provide for her babies.
Someday, she’d be able to do big budget movies, and Rachel would be a star of stage and screen. Quinn would probably have a Pulitzer Prize one day.
But, right now, they were growing up, transitioning into this new phase of life. They couldn’t imagine being happier.
That is except for one thing.
They hadn’t fucked since Quinn had given birth, and that was four months ago. Rachel hadn’t had an orgasm since she had given birth a month before that.
She had only helped Quinn when they were trying to induce labor when she was a week late.
Given how their relationship started, it was obvious to anyone who knew them that they needed a wild night alone.
“Oh, thank God, you’re here.” Santana dragged a smirking Kurt into the loft, while Blaine followed with a much friendlier smile. Kurt knew they were going to owe him big.
She closed the door.
Kurt and Blaine knew about the “Fapezberry” relationship, as they had called it. And, as long as they heard none of what Kurt called "the sordid details," they were very supportive.
Kurt loved his step brother, but he knew Finn could be dense and was not good for Rachel.
"Breast milk is in the fridge, and there’s the diaper bag with all the other things you’ll need,” she said pointing at the diaper bag on the table.
“And, here are the keys to our apartment,” Blaine said, handing them over.
“Thank you, guys. I really am going to owe you for this,” Santana said. “We’ll be back by noon tomorrow and not a minute later. Quinn needs this as much as we do, but she won’t let us be away for longer than that. Believe me.”
“Just make sure you wash the sheets and spray lots of Febreze, and we'll be ok,” Kurt said.
“The babies are sleeping,” Rachel called as she emerged from their bedroom in a cream-colored sweater that showed off her tits nicely, flared skirt, low-heeled shoes, and bare legs “Let’s go.” She dragged Quinn behind her and kissed Kurt and Blaine on the cheek, not acknowledging them further as she pulled Quinn out the door.
Santana chuckled and followed, grabbing her purse by the door and watching Quinn’s ass in her jeans all the way.
Rachel and Quinn were both actively working out, trying to get back into pre-baby shape, but Santana loved that they weren’t quite there yet. Quinn’s ass carried just enough extra.
Childbearing had been good to both her girls.
She couldn’t deny being just as eager as Rachel. Quinn would be a horny mess once Santana’s hand was on her thigh and her tongue in her ear in the backseat of the car they’d ordered.
In no time, Santana sat between Rachel and Quinn in the back of a comfortable car.
Before Santana could put her plan of turning Quinn almost literally into a puddle into action, Rachel was squeezing her dick through her pants. They were sweatpants for comfort and…well, growth.
Santana was able to divide her attention enough to squeeze Quinn’s thigh and whisper in her ear. “Relax, babe. They’ll be okay.”
She was right. As soon as she licked along the edge of Quinn’s ear, she moaned and, at least for a while, trusted their friends to keep their babies safe.
“Are you sure we don’t want to stop for condoms?” Santana murmured between kisses along Quinn’s neck.
“Absolutely not,” Rachel said as she leaned into Santana and demanded her attention with a hand on her chin. “We talked about this. No one gets pregnant every time they have unprotected sex. Besides, we love our babies and, we really love pregnant sex.”
“We need your cock raw and your cum deep…not negotiable,” Quinn added, taking the opportunity to kiss Rachel’s neck.
If it had been more than a ten-minute drive, Santana wasn’t sure she could avoid getting them thrown out and possibly arrested for lewd public behavior.
“I need to fuck you....” Santana murmured.
They managed to get to Kurt and Blaine’s apartment without losing any clothes or touching any body parts that could get them in trouble.
In no time, but still slower than Santana would have liked, Quinn was on her back, jeans and panties on the floor with Santana driving her cock deep and hard into her pussy. She pulled her t-shirt up over her head.
She wore no bra.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…give it to me, Santana,” Quinn said, breathless as, on every thrust, her full tits bounced wildly.
Santana’s own pants were around her ankles, and Rachel was working on getting her bra off. That finished, Rachel wrapped her arms around Santana and massaged her tits while watching her cock pounding Quinn’s pussy.
“That’s it, Santana. Split that pussy open.” Rachel kissed along Santana’s neck and shoulder as she spoke and then moved around to get a taste of both Quinn and Santana.
She hadn’t even started getting undressed yet, but her bare legs and tight sweater gave Santana something very nice to look at anyway.
Rachel positioned herself so that she could lick Quinn’s juices off Santana’s cock as it moved out and swirl her tongue around Quinn’s wet clit on every inward thrust.
Her own pussy gushed at the flavor.
“Shit, Rachel, you’re gonna make me blow,” Santana grunted.
“Do it!” Quinn almost screamed. “I need it, Santana…I need your hot cum. Please.”
Even if Santana wanted to, she couldn’t deny letting go and shooting thick strings of cum deep, deep inside Quinn’s pussy.
“Ohhh….fuckkkkk!” Quinn released a guttural moan as she squeezed her vaginal muscles around the ramrod hard, thick penis inside of her.
Masturbation had barely kept Santana sane since the last time she’d had her cock in Quinn’s pussy, and she remembered everything about Rachel’s cunt. She couldn’t wait to fuck it again.
The same went for Rachel and Quinn. Just because they were recovering from childbirth didn’t mean they hadn’t been horny. It had practically killed them to resist.
“Get on the bed,” Rachel said, slapping Santana’s ass.
“Fuck…yes, ma’am,” Santana answered as she collapsed on her back and watched Rachel unzip her skirt and drop it to the floor. “Shit…where’d you get those. They're the smallest pair of panties I’ve ever seen.”
“I bought them yesterday,” Rachel said as she climbed up naked beside Santana, while Quinn had scooted over barely enough for Santana to have room. “You know I’m always prepared. I wanted to go bare for you, but I knew I’d make a wet spot on someone else’s seat if I did.”
She dropped the panties on Santana's body where they landed between her tits. She picked them up and felt how soaked they were. “You weren’t kidding,” she breathed after taking in Rachel's unique scent.
“Nope, now let’s get you hard again. I need your cock,” Rachel said before replacing her hand with her mouth on Santana’s already half hard cock.
Quinn had been recovering but listening to her lovers’ conversation, and it spurred her into action.
She already needed another orgasm, so while Rachel was tending to Santana’s cock, she straddled her face.
“Mmmmm” was all Santana could utter as she watched Quinn’s ass and pussy move within reach of her tongue. She immediately devoured it.
Quinn was keenly aware that she’d missed Santana’s cock and Rachel’s pussy, but now she knew just how much. During her year at Yale, Quinn had had lots of amazing pussy and cocks that awakened the dirty girl inside her, but Rachel’s pussy and Santana’s cock were undeniably better than any of them.
In order to get Santana’s tongue at a different angle and also to have a taste herself, she leaned over and kissed Rachel’s cheek until she moved to give Quinn room to help her with Santana’s cock.
To be clear, neither of the girls found any part of sex anything remotely like a chore.
They each licked along the side of Santana’s dick until they met at the tip and swirled their tongues around it licking up the precum and sharing it in their own watering mouths.
Santana was hard at this point, with the combination of their tongues and Quinn’s juices on her own, but they kept at it for just a few more seconds, enjoying each other’s tastes.
Rachel had said many times that any combination of her girls’ flavors was unrivaled by any decadent wine in the world. Quinn and Santana agreed.
But, soon enough, the tingling in Rachel’s pussy reminded her she needed that long, thick cock shoved deep inside her, and she definitely needed Santana’s balls emptied into her pussy even more than she wanted to taste her cum at the moment.
Even as Quinn continued to flutter her tongue over the slit of Santana’s cock, Rachel shifted to get ready to ride.
Quinn sat back up to watch Rachel sit on Santana’s dick, and as she did, the angle of Santana’s tongue changed again.
“Shit!” she gasped as a startlingly intense orgasm hit her, and her whole body shuddered. She lifted her ass just a little to give Santana room to breathe as her pussy released delicious juices for Santana to attempt to catch in her mouth.
And, just as Santana was beginning to be overwhelmed by the smells and tastes of Quinn’s pussy, Rachel sank down on her cock. “Fuck!”
She didn’t have time to recover as Rachel set to rocking back and forth, hard, on her cock, and Quinn moved to ride her tits.
She’d never done that before, but Santana was not going to ask questions.
As Rachel continued rocking, back and forth, back and forth, Santana’s cock nestled snugly against her cervix, Quinn reached down to spread her own pussy lips open to fit on Santana’s left nipple.
“Quinn, fuck you’re gonna kill me,” Santana said as Quinn began her own rhythmic rocking as Rachel’s bucking became increasingly erratic
As she approached her orgasm, Rachel's pussy molded to Santana’s cock ever more snugly by the second.
It was glorious, and the sensations of feeling Quinn’s pussy on her breast and Rachel’s pussy on her dick set Santana off.
She shot cum like a cannon, battering Rachel’s pussy with scalding hot cum.
“That’s it, Santana….fuck!” Rachel called as she followed with her own orgasm, falling forward and landing her forehead on Quinn’s shoulder as her body trembled.
Her pussy milked Santana’s balls for all the cum they had, and they both went delirious with pleasure.
Meanwhile, Quinn wasn’t far behind. The new feeling of riding Santana’s perfect breast, the nipple hitting just right combined with watching and feeling the hottest women on the planet in ecstasy, set her off.
She squirted even more juices from her pussy, and once they had all gained some control over their bodies, they collapsed in a heap on top of Santana.
Santana gulped huge quantities of air and, when, she could get her voice to work, she realized she still didn’t have control of her brain. “Marry me.”
“What?” Rachel said, whipping her head around to look at Santana.
“Shit,” Santana said, closing her eyes when she realized what she’d said. “I was going to do this later.”
“Wait…what’s happening?” Quinn asked, hazy still from her orgasm.
Santana got up and trudged, naked, to her purse in the corner. She pulled out two black velvet boxes.
Rachel and Quinn sat up, resting on their elbows, and looked at each other in wonder, realizing what was happening.
Santana, still a little weak from her own orgasm, fell to her knees against the bed, arms outstretched toward her loves. She held what was obviously a ring box in each hand.
“You know I don’t do grand gestures and sentimentality, and I know we’ll have to figure out the legalities. But, please, tell me you’ll marry me,” she said with a hint of desperation in her voice.
Rachel smiled and kissed Quinn’s cheek as Quinn returned the soft smile.
“Of course, we’ll marry you,” Rachel said.
Quinn, instead of verbally answering, dropped down off the bed and kissed Santana for all she was worth…and squeezed her ass for emphasis.
“Come up here,” Quinn requested.
She pulled Santana back onto the bed and nudged Rachel over to give her room.
Rachel moved up on the bed, and Quinn smiled at the understanding Rachel seemed to have at what she wanted to do. She had told Rachel many times of one of her biggest fantasies, and it seemed as good a time as any to make it happen.
They'd done it once before spontaneously, and it had felt so good.
She worked one of her legs under Rachel’s and scooted forward as close as she could to Rachel. Sitting up, she reached for Santana and guided her so that her cock was between them.
Quinn stroked her cock, lazily at first, twisting her fingers around the head of Santana’s magnificent penis.
“I want you to cum on Rachel’s pussy…paint it white,” Quinn husked.
With that, she increased the speed of her stroking and twisting, stroking and twisting, until Santana released what might be called a very unsexy croak.
But, it was one of the sexiest sounds Quinn had heard, and immediately long, thick strands of cum spurted from Santana’s dick onto Rachel’s waiting pussy, lips open because Rachel was holding them open for her.
“Damn, that’s hot,” Quinn said.
And, when Rachel’s whole mound and pussy were covered in beautiful semen, she scooted forward and connected her pussy with Rachel’s.
All three of them moaned at the same time.
It was a juicy mess, but Quinn and Rachel, somehow, both grew even wetter feeling Santana’s cum between their pussies.
And Santana’s dick sprung to life at the mind blowing sight.
“Fuck me, Rachel,” Quinn commanded as she moved her pussy against Rachel’s. “Push Santana’s cum into my pussy. Put a baby in me.”
Santana couldn’t help it. She was already hard at the incredible vision. She came again on the spot.
This addition to the fluids Rachel and Quinn were already exchanging spurred them to even more frantic coupling.
Their clits slid against each other, and all they could do was grunt as they raced each other to their own orgasms. They didn’t care who won.
Rachel and Quinn ground their pussies hard.
They fit together like puzzles pieces, cunt hugging cunt, and if Santana hadn’t been so spent, she’d have gotten hard again.
As it was, her dick twitched as she thought about her cum being pushed into both of them.
Finally, in a burst of energy, Rachel and Quinn both ground into each other, hard, gushing into each other’s pussies.
Then, they collapsed, completely exhausted.
Rachel spoke first, out of breath. “I doubt if it’s possible to get pregnant that way, but if it is, I wouldn’t be surprised if we just got both of us pregnant.”
Quinn snuggled up to Rachel, and Santana ran her finger along the underside of Rachel's boobs, then down to her pussy, where she collected a little of what felt like an ocean down there.
“Do you really want that?” Quinn asked.
Now that they weren’t so desperate for orgasms, she had to ask.
“I really do…as soon as possible.”
“Well, if it didn’t already happen, I plan to do my part between now and tomorrow morning to get the job done before we leave here,” Santana wiggled her eyebrows.
“Did you just ask us to marry you?” Quinn said.
“Yeah, I did,” Santana responded.
“I thought so,” Quinn said and climbed onto Rachel to start on the next round.
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