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Dr. Lopez	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 52324 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Fuck her, Daddy! Fuck her!” Santana Lopez encouraged her father as Quinn Fabray rode her strap on, Santana, gripping her hips to help her grind back and forth on the long purple dildo. Carlos had one foot up on the couch the girls were settled on, pounding Quinn’s ass with his cock faster and faster as his daughter encouraged him.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Quinn cried and started squirting all over Santana’s thighs. Santana, aided by the clit insert, reached her own climax and squirted herself. Finally, after a few more thrusts, Carlos pulled out to paint both his girls with his cum.
“Thank you, Daddy!” Quinn and Santana breathed out at the same time, before Santana fell back on the couch, taking Quinn with her. They both casually gathered some of his cum and smeared it between their breasts, as Carlos fell beside them, reaching out to put his hand on Quinn’s 8 1/2-month bump.
They were living some kind of dream. Two weeks before, Quinn’s feeble structure of lies had almost completely collapsed.
Finn finally figured out that Puck wasn’t the father of Quinn’s baby—because Puck had no idea what he was talking about when he accused him one day on the football field of being insensitive about the woman he got pregnant. Puck was making lewd comments about Quinn, and Finn had gotten angry at him and then quickly angry at Quinn for lying to him.
Quinn’s parents found out that Finn wasn’t the father because they overheard Quinn arguing with Finn over the phone. They kicked her out of their house immediately for embarrassing the family by getting pregnant by someone other than her boyfriend—it was already bad enough she hadn’t waited for marriage. They still didn’t know who the father really was, but that was just a detail. Quinn was out on the street.
Quinn knew she couldn’t risk calling Carlos to tell him what had happened so she texted him to meet her at his office, which he did.
So, Carlos had no choice but to offer Quinn a place to stay. Well, Maribel agreed with the Fabrays. Carlos and Maribel fought—clearly, they hadn’t had a healthy marriage in a long time—and Maribel left Carlos.
This was all just fine with Carlos and Santana because…well, it meant they could have Quinn all to themselves, and Quinn was more than happy that she could have them all to herself.
Another development was that Quinn had quickly realized, after that first weekend when Santana had walked in on her and Carlos, that she didn’t just want Santana that one time. Actually, she wanted her as much and as she wanted Carlos. They both filled needs for her in their own very special ways.
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Quinn was about to burst. Her due date was fast approaching, and Carlos knew it could be any time that she could go into labor. He had announced to Quinn and Santana that the baby would be perfectly fine if it was born at this point, and so they had all agreed, without verbalizing it, that Quinn needed to be fucked as often and as hard as possible to hurry things along.
They were having a boy, they knew long ago, and baby Carlos was going to come any minute. Now that Maribel was out of the picture, they were excited to name the baby after his father even if they couldn’t exactly call him Carlos, Jr., since Quinn wasn’t going to name the father on the birth certificate for obvious reasons. To everyone who noticed, it would just look like Carlos Fabray was named after the doctor who delivered him. After Quinn graduated, Carlos could “adopt” his son with Santana as a legal guardian and they could change his name to Carlos Lopez, Jr.
But, all of that was a ways into the future. Now, they had other things to attend to, like Santana lying on the bed, legs wrapped around Quinn’s head as Carlos fucked Quinn from behind.
“Shit, shit, shit! Harder!” Quinn screamed, as she dug her tongue as deep inside Santana’s pussy as she possibly could. She loved the taste of Santana’s juices and the walls of her pussy. “Come on, San, I want you to squirt all over my face.”
She licked the upper wall of Santana’s pussy and found the g-spot she knew exactly how to find, and running her tongue over it set Santana off.
“Shit! Here it comes…” Santana sprayed out so much girl cum and so hard, it was all over Quinn’s face and some even went as far as Quinn’s ass where Carlos could reach up and gather it with his finger so he could taste it.
“Mmmm….shit, that tastes good,” he panted as he continued to thrust. “I’m about to explode, girls, and I want to blow my load on Santana, and, I want you to smear it into each other’s pussies.”
He pulled out, quickly, because he knew it was coming and moved up to Santana. Quinn backed away enough to watch Carlos unload onto Santana’s pussy. All the gooey cream from Carlos’s dick that landed on Santana made Quinn’s mouth water. She couldn’t resist going back down for one lick of his cum on her pussy before complying with Carlos’s wish.
Both girls knew exactly what Carlos wanted to see, and it turned them on too. Santana apparently wasn’t quite as gay as Quinn and Carlos assumed. Carlos hadn’t fucked her, but she had helped him get hard a few times and this wasn’t the first time she’d had his cum on her. She loved it, and the thought of smearing it between her pussy and Quinn’s almost made her squirt again. She had no doubt they would both squirt once they finished playing with it.
Quinn got up and straddled Santana’s left leg, giving Carlos the best view in the world as she moved closer and closer to Santana’s mound with her own. The second their pussies touched, with Carlos’s sticky cum between them, both girls moaned loudly. Quinn started moving fast, smearing Carlos’s seed all around both their pussies, and when Quinn’s very pronounced, very erect, very wet clit hit Santana’s entrance she knew some of Carlos’s cum had gone inside.
“Damn, that feels good. Are you trying to get me pregnant, too, Q? Huh? Trying to get Daddy’s cum inside me to make another baby?” This extremely filthy talk was turning them both on, and Carlos just watched stroking his by now very hard dick ready to send some more onto his girls.
Quinn’s very round belly was high enough for her to put her pussy directly on Santana’s but low enough for Santana to be able to move her so she touched it with her pussy as Quinn moved back and forth. Somehow, that was the trigger for both of them and they squirted all over each other, mixing their girl cum with what was left of Carlos’s sperm. It was a damn mess, but they all loved it. Carlos loved it so much he added rope after rope of fresh cum to the mix.
“Looks like we have a mess to clean up,” Santana smirked. “So worth it.”
“Yeah, but right now I can’t move,” Quinn said as she landed between Santana and Carlos, exhausted. Their combined juices were still quite present as Carlos settled in behind Quinn, arms wrapped around her stomach, for a short nap.
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After they had cleaned up, showered together (not at all chaste), and eaten, they were right back at it. They, seriously, could not get enough of each other, and they thanked God it was the weekend, so they didn’t have to.
This time, Carlos was leaning with his butt on the kitchen table while Quinn was on her knees, taking Santana’s strap on from behind and licking Carlos’s balls doing her damnedest to pull more cum out of him.
“I want to taste that baby making seed…come on, give it to me,” she breathed as she replaced her tongue with the hand not holding herself up. She loved the feeling of Santana’s long dildo hitting her in all the right places…it was different from Carlos’s real cock but did the job, and her favorite difference was the softness of the skin of Santana’s abs and hips as they landed at her ass on every thrust.
She moved her mouth to his cock and deep throated him as she felt her orgasm approaching. Santana’s thrusts, combined with the pleasure of feeling Carlos filling her mouth, made it impossible to hold it off for too long.
“I’m about to cum too…so, give it to me, now!” As they listened to Santana scream her orgasm, Quinn and Carlos both came at the same time. Quinn didn’t squirt, but Santana felt the squeeze of her pussy on the dildo all the way up to her clit. And, Quinn didn’t waste a drop of the usual flood of semen into her mouth. She gulped it up, only leaving a little on her tongue, so she could turn and kiss Santana, tongues deep inside each other’s mouths so they could share Daddy’s cum.
“Daddy tastes good, doesn’t he?”
“Mmm…yeah, he does, you want to fuck me, Daddy?” Santana asked. It did surprise all of them, really, that Santana said it, but really it shouldn’t have. Santana may be a firm 5 on the Kinsey scale, but somehow it was her Daddy’s cock that kept her from being a solid 6.
And, it wasn’t even really the first time the subject had come up. In fact, they had all agreed that they didn’t actually want another baby yet, the earlier talk notwithstanding, so Santana was on birth control just in case this happened.
Carlos was not about to turn down his daughter’s pussy. As with Quinn, he was content to let Santana dictate the pace of their sexual contact, but at the slightest permission he was going to take advantage.
“Baby girl, I absolutely want inside that pussy. How do you want it?”
“I want to ride you while Quinn licks and tongue fucks my asshole,” Santana replied with her usual demanding confidence.
“Oh, shit,” Quinn blurted, “Let’s go.” She grabbed both their hands and led them back to the master bedroom. They needed a big bed for this.
Anyone watching a very naked and pregnant 15-year-old leading a 15-year-old, naked, Latina and her father, equally naked, stiffening cock bouncing as he walked, down the hall couldn't be blamed for being turned on by the sight.
Carlos got on the bed first and laid down, waiting impatiently as he stroked his cock. He was already hard from just Santana’s words.
Santana straddled him, trapping his hand on his cock, moving it off with her pussy as it grinded up and down the underside. Quinn settled behind Santana, waiting equally impatiently. She couldn’t wait to see Carlos deep inside Santana and tasting San’s asshole.
She loved Santana’s gorgeous, firm ass and the musky sweet taste of Santana’s asshole. She loved just the concept of being dirty with her lovers, and that’s about as dirty as you can get…well, maybe. They always seemed to top themselves. A daughter riding her father’s huge cock wasn’t exactly vanilla.
When Santana couldn’t take the anticipation anymore, she moved up so Carlos’s stiff-as-a-board cock was at her entrance, and she didn’t waste any time sitting on his dick. “Get to work, Fabray,” she whimpered as she stretched to accommodate her father’s huge dick.
Quinn had been mesmerized for a bit watching the stretch of San’s pussy around her father’s—her father’s!—dick, but she quickly snapped out of it as she felt her own wetness grow at the sight.
Santana leaned forward for the dual purpose of wrapping her tongue around Carlos’s and giving Quinn enough access to do her thing.
And, Quinn didn’t wait any longer. She swiped her tongue right along the crack of Santana’s ass, not missing the chance to start with a fast brush of Carlos’s dick where it entered Santana. She moved along the crack, moaning at the delicious taste, until she got to Santana’s rear hole. She flattened her tongue as Santana started to bounce up and down on her father’s dick.
“Ride me, baby girl,” Carlos said as he felt Santana’s pussy walls rhythmically pulse around his dick as she moved up and down, up and down, then around and around. He wanted to last a long time, but he knew he wouldn’t and he wanted just as much to unload inside his daughter and make another dream come true.
Quinn worked the tip of her tongue inside Santana’s anus, and Santana yelped. “Shit, that’s right, Quinn, get inside as far as you can. Tongue fuck me.” Quinn did as she was told, in and out. She couldn’t get very far, but she knew it would be enough to give Santana a little extra to set her off. And, it tasted so good, she was close to orgasm herself. She knew she would if she just touched her clit a little, and she was just waiting for her sexy as fuck partners to get there too.
It, not surprisingly, happened very quickly after Quinn began to fuck Santana’s ass with her tongue. “Shit!” Santana squeezed Carlos’s cock and Quinn’s tongue with her body and squirted all over Carlos’s cock and groin. Quinn touched her clit and came, squeezing around nothing, as Carlos unloaded his usual large load inside his 15-year-old daughter.
As they settled down for another nap, Carlos couldn’t help but voice his happiness.
“I love you, girls. Thank you for making my dirtiest fantasies come true.”
“We love you too, Daddy. And, anytime, Daddy,” Santana said.
“Yeah, we’ll fuck you any time you want, anywhere you want, Daddy,” Quinn said as they fell asleep.
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