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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
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Quinn was convinced…she was gay and there was no way around it, and there was no cure.
The problem was that now she was addicted to Sam’s cum, and she couldn’t stop.
After their threesome, Quinn had told Sam that she would not fuck him anymore but that she would give him as many blowjobs as he wanted.
To a high school male, that’s a pretty sweet deal, so he took it.
Because she was damn good with her mouth.
At least three times a day for two weeks, they got what they both wanted. Sam got a blow job, complete with ball sucking, deep throating and huge orgasms—Quinn even let him see the cum on her tongue most of the time before she swallowed.
And, Quinn got all of Sam’s cum that she wanted…well, not all she wanted but enough.
But, after the two weeks, the addiction was becoming more of a chore than anything else.
Like any addiction, the pleasure was wearing out and she just needed it to keep from thinking about her next fix so she could get through the day.
She had to do something. She knew there had to be a way to break free of this. She knew cum wasn’t like an opiate or even tobacco that would give her horrible withdrawals if she went cold turkey but she just couldn’t stop.
She decided to talk to Rachel. It was irrational, but then Rachel and Quinn going to each other for help was always irrational but tended to happen anyway. She was going to tell Rachel everything—well, maybe not everything, but at least about her struggles with her sexuality and the mess she’d made with Sam and the others—and see if Rachel could possibly offer advice.
She was the most non-judgmental person she knew, or at least she should be.
Rachel was at her locker touching up her hair in her little mirror.
“I like your new haircut with the bangs…I never got a chance to tell you.”
“Hi, Quinn. How are you? I hear you and Sam are doing well. I’m really happy for you.”
Yes, the rumor mill had picked up on the amount of time Quinn and Sam were spending together and had automatically assumed they were dating.
Neither of them saw the need to dispel the rumors because the truth was embarrassing to both of them. Sam had already put his “campaign to cure all the lesbians of Lima” on hold for Quinn because she was that good, but that didn’t mean he wanted it out that he’d failed to cure someone.
“Um…actually, I kind of want to talk to you about that.”
Rachel looked confused and concerned all at the same time. It was really cute and made Quinn’s heart melt a little…or a lot. Now that Quinn had admitted defeat in her own quest to cure herself of her gayness, she was beginning to give in to her true feelings for Rachel. They were intense, so she was trying to control them still in case they weren’t returned.
Because…Finn.
“Well, um, what did you want to talk about? I’m afraid I can’t ask Sam out to test his faithfulness to you since, as you know, I’m with Finn and that would kind of be hypocritical of me and also kind of ironic since—“
“Rachel.” Quinn’s tone, soft but firm, stopped the rambling.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Quinn smiled and just looked at Rachel for a second. “I wasn’t going to ask you to test Sam’s faithfulness. In fact, Sam and I aren’t dating…we never were.”
“Really?”
“Really. And, I can’t tell you here what we have been doing. There’s way more behind it than you might guess and it’s very personal…So, I was wondering if we could meet after school somewhere really private and talk about it all?”
They tended to have their heart-to-heart talks in the girl’s bathroom at school, or at least somewhere on school grounds, but this was something she didn’t want to talk about anywhere close to where people who knew her could hear.
“Okay…are you okay, Quinn?” Rachel asked, her concern for Quinn causing an almost begging tone.
“I’ll be okay…I think. I think I just need to talk it out, so can we?”
“Of course, Quinn. Um…I know you’ve never been, but do you want to come over to my house?” Rachel’s expression changed to a little bit excited.
Quinn smiled. “I’d really like that, Rachel.”
“Great. I’ll text the address,” Rachel seemed unabashedly excited now.
“Thanks, Rachel,” Quinn smiled softly with a touch of Rachel’s arm.
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When Quinn arrived at Rachel’s door, she was nervous.
Rachel was going to be the first person she ever told that she was gay, besides Sam who figured it out on his own.
“Hi, Quinn. Come on in,” Rachel said cheerfully when she opened the door. She seemed very pleased to have Quinn at her house. And, Quinn was supposed to be weirded out by that, but instead she was comforted and calmed somewhat by it. Nervousness hung in the air, though, because of the heaviness of the impending revelations.
“Would you like a drink of something? We’ve got sodas, vitamin water, or just plain water,” Rachel offered.
“Um…I’ll take vitamin water. It doesn’t matter what flavor.” Quinn had kind of gotten hooked on the stuff when she was pregnant. They quenched her thirst and gave her the added nutrients for a growing baby.
“Sure, no problem.” As Quinn followed Rachel into the kitchen, she looked around and was further calmed, or at least distracted, by the elegant but welcoming feeling of Rachel’s house.
“Uh…I like your house. It’s very nice,” Quinn said honestly but also to fill the silence. Rachel always seemed to make her want to talk more than most people, but right now she felt like she wanted to put off this particular conversation a little longer at least. It was a different feeling that had Quinn a little bit unsettled.
It didn’t help that Rachel had changed from her school clothes to shorts that hugged her ass and showcased those beautiful legs.
Quinn could finally look without trying not to, at least in the relative privacy.
“Thank you. My daddies like to have the house stylishly decorated but also lived in so that visitors feel comfortable.”
“Well, they succeeded,” Quinn replied taking the bottle Rachel offered. “Thanks.”
She brushed Rachel’s fingers—unintentionally?—as she took it.
“So, what did you want tell me about you and Sam? It must be rather scandalous if you didn’t want to risk the gossip mongers at school hearing it. I have to say I’m surprised you wanted to come to my house. If anyone else were here with us, I’d pretend I wasn’t surprised, but…well, I am.” Rachel seemed to deflate a little as she realized she may have let her unfiltered mouth get ahead of her brain and that she really was also a little unsettled by Quinn’s willingness to be in a more social setting with Rachel.
She also found herself feeling safe, in spite of everything, in Quinn’s presence alone, which surprised her too.
“Well, um, do you mind if we go up to your room for more privacy in case your dads come home? No offense to them. I just would rather have the conversation uninterrupted,” Quinn answered Rachel’s long ramble, which she found completely endearing instead of presumptuous like she thought she should. She knew Rachel had good intentions but lacked a filter sometimes.
“Of course, Quinn. Follow me,” Rachel said as she turned to lead them upstairs.
Once they were settled in Rachel’s room, to Quinn’s surprise comfortably side by side on Rachel’s bed, Rachel repeated her question, a little more tactfully this time. “Whatever you have to say, Quinn, I’m here to listen. Don’t worry about me judging you. I realize I may have sounded a little judgmental downstairs, but believe me I don’t like to judge people because we all have our issues even if we tend to handle them in ways we sometimes regret. I really believe that whatever you’ve done that might be less than ideal can be repaired.”
Quinn just smiled. She found herself wanting to tell Rachel everything even if it was going to be difficult and put herself in not the best light.
“Okay…well, here goes. I’ll tell you what I’ve been doing with Sam first since that’s what you’ve been hearing rumors about.” She looked at Rachel to gage her interest.
“Okay,” Rachel responded attentively.
“Okay. Well, as I said, we were not dating. We were, um, just having sex.” Again, Quinn looked over to Rachel and saw her attentive but stoic expression falter a bit and then quickly reappear. “Surprised?”
“Well…yes. I mean you are, or were, president of the Celibacy Club even after you had a baby. I was under the assumption that you had resumed your commitment to that lifestyle. But…again, I’m not judging you. I’m simply surprised,” Rachel rambled again.
Quinn realized that if she wanted to get this out, she needed to just do it and not look for Rachel’s response at every revelation. After all, she did take Rachel at her word that once it all came out, she would not judge her.
“I bet you’re wondering why then,” Quinn said. Quinn stared at Rachel with a little of the HBIC, eyebrow quirking look, hoping she would answer with one word.
“Yes.” It worked.
“Well, it’s complicated, and I’ll give you the long answer, but I’ve never admitted this to anyone voluntarily, but the short answer is…” Again, she looked Rachel in the eye because she needed to as she said this. “I’m gay.”
Again, Rachel’s face betrayed a split-second emotion before she schooled it to pride. And, whatever that emotion that flashed on Rachel face was, Quinn knew the pride was genuine. Even though she could only expect acceptance from Rachel for this particular revelation, pride was even better.
But, that other emotion…looked like joy.
In any case, Rachel’s arms were around Quinn’s neck in seconds and Quinn was intoxicated. “I’m so proud of you, Quinn! It takes so much courage for you to tell me that, and I’m honored.” Quinn’s sniffle halted another ramble, though, and Rachel pulled back. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, really,” Quinn said as she tried to contain the emotion she was feeling. “I mean, I’m feeling a lot of things right now. First, I’m grateful that you’re proud of me. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone genuinely proud of me, but…”
“But what?”
“Well…” Quinn continued, and this was the difficult part, the part Rachel might not be so charitable about. “This is where the sex with Sam comes in…” She hesitated one more time, which gave Rachel a chance to interrupt.
“Yeah, I was wondering how that fit…not to mention the thing with Puck…” Now Rachel just looked a little puzzled and maybe a bit sad.
“Well…” God, Quinn was suddenly finding it hard to make sense of it herself, but she continued. Maybe Rachel could help. “Puck was just a confused mistake…although I would never regret Beth…Anyway, the reason I started having sex with Sam was that I heard that he turned gay girls straight.”
Quinn’s emotion began to resurface.
“Rachel, if my father found out I was gay, I don’t think he’d ever forgive me. He already threw me out of the house for getting pregnant out of wedlock. And, now that he’s back home, he rules the house again. He’ll kick me out permanently this time. I was desperate, and so when I heard that about Sam, I jumped at the chance to try it. I thought he’d actually at least be good enough, and I might enjoy it and find out I was straight after all,” She finally did look at Rachel at this point.
“I’m guessing it didn’t work? I mean, obviously it didn’t work. It’s a preposterous notion…you can’t cure homosexuality…” Rachel suddenly realized she might be offending Quinn again, so she stopped talking.
“Well, I know that now,” Quinn responded softly. “But, it gets worse. It kind of did work…sort of.”
“Huh?” Rachel looked absolutely horrified.
“I know…sounds unbelievable, right? But, here’s the thing. It didn’t actually work. See, the other girls that claimed to be cured must have had the same thing happen to them that happened to me. And, they were probably too desperate to believe it was true to admit it even to themselves,” Quinn was speaking passionately at this point. She was almost angry at Sam or the situation. She knew she had no right to blame anything or anyone, but she sort of did anyway.
“Well, yeah.” Rachel exclaimed. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. It does sound unbelievable, but here’s the real kicker. He didn’t cure me of being gay…I was never, ever sexually attracted to him…but…I was addicted to his—“ At this point, she lowered her voice, embarrassed. “Cum.”
“What?” Rachel screeched. When Quinn jerked her gaze at Rachel, she flinched. “Sorry…again.”
“It’s okay. It’s unbelievable, I know. But, it’s true. I can’t get enough of the taste. Thankfully, I don’t like it inside me…you know, there. So…after a few times with him I’ve just been giving him blow jobs for a while now.” Now that she’d gotten all that out, she felt somewhat better, but she knew she had to tell Rachel everything about the situation eventually in order to get her conscience clear…or at least as clear as possible.
“Wow,” Rachel breathed. “Well, I understand why you did that…and I guess I see the dilemma you’re in now. Um… you do accept your sexuality now, though, right?”
Quinn thought a few seconds about her answer because, yes, she did, but…
“Well, yes, but it took a lot more than sleeping with Sam to figure it out. I’ll save you the rollercoaster of emotions and thoughts I’ve gone through, but suffice it to say that I’ve been kind of a slut the last few weeks,” Quinn finished and looked down as she wrung her hands. She was really getting afraid that even Rachel would judge her for this part.
“I’m sure that’s not true, Quinn,” Rachel asserted. “Um…I assume you mean you slept with other guys too? How many?”
“Five…but not one at a time. I slept with Sam and two of his football buddies at the same time…and in between slept with Jason Mumford, a baseball player. Then, I went to a club and picked up a random stranger and gave myself to him as well,” Quinn said all this with her head bowed. “And the worst part of all of this? I didn’t make any of them wear condoms ‘cause in my twisted mind whoring myself out to these guys and doing it without protection might make me like it and it was better than having these thoughts about other girls.”
Quinn started to really sob, and at this point Rachel’s instincts for helping and comforting Quinn kicked in. She wrapped her arms around Quinn and said, “It’s okay, Quinn. This is all a lot to take in, but your actions, while extreme, are understandable given your family background. It’s okay, I’m not judging you.”
Quinn was comforted by Rachel’s words and eventually settled down.
“Um…do you think maybe you should take a pregnancy test and—and sorry if this offends you—an STD test?” Rachel asked.
“Yeah…I probably should. I don’t think I’m pregnant because it’s been so long since I actually slept with someone, and I haven’t had any signs of it. But, I guess it wouldn’t hurt…and—“ Suddenly she heaved a great sob. “Oh god, I hope I didn’t catch something. The guy said he was clean, and high school boys wouldn’t have STDs, right?”
“Well, I hope not, but it’s worth checking anyway. Safety first, right?” Rachel asked, trying to be comforting and maybe turn the conversation lighter so Quinn wouldn’t be so upset.
Odds were in Quinn’s favor, but then again she had gotten pregnant her first time. Rachel just hoped that was the end of her bad luck.
“I suggest we go to the free clinic. They shouldn’t give you any trouble, and they’ll probably do it for free. If not, I’ll threaten them with going to the ACLU. My father knows some people,” Rachel said. “Don’t worry, Quinn. This’ll all work out.”
“I hope so,” Quinn replied. It really did help her to get all that off her chest, but there was that one lingering issue. “But…um, what about the other thing? The addiction thing.”
“Oh, well, I do have an idea about that too,” Rachel looked almost giddy at this. “But, let’s tackle one thing at a time. And, Quinn?”

“Yeah?”
“Promise me you won’t go back to Sam except as a last resort, okay?”
“Okay.”
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They were sitting on Rachel’s bed much like they had the first time Quinn was there, and Quinn was awash in relief over her negative tests after a few days of anxiety. But she began to worry anew about her continuing problem of being addicted to Sam’s cum.
She hadn’t had it in a while, and Rachel’s company over the last several days was certainly a distraction. But, she was beginning to crave it again, and she figured that it was time to ask Rachel what her idea for breaking the addiction was.
She was curious anyway.
“Um, Rach? Can I make a confession?” Quinn eased into it. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing as major as the things I’ve already told you.”
“Of course, Quinn,” Rachel chuckled.
“Well, it’s just that…I really have enjoyed the last few days spending time with you, but unfortunately it really hasn’t gotten rid of my craving for…well, you know…Sam,” Quinn said sheepishly.
“Oh! I can’t believe I almost forgot! I had an idea about that,” Rachel exclaimed.
“Yeah, I do seem to remember you mentioning that." She said half-joking. "Have you known other girls who were addicted to cum in a completely non-sexual way?” Quinn thought the question would be absolutely ridiculous if the description didn’t apply completely to her.
“What if I said yes?” Rachel asked.
“Well, if this were a few weeks ago--first of all this conversation would not be happening—but if you had said it then, I would have thought it was ridiculous. But now? Well, I’d believe you,” Quinn said, really not sure what to think about the situation and the fact that Rachel might have some experience with this kind of thing.
Rachel seemed to sense that awkwardness, and quickly said, “Oh, don’t worry, it’s not me. And…I really don’t have personal knowledge of anyone besides you to have this…um, problem. But, yes, I have heard of it. And…I have an idea what might break the addiction. But, first, I have to tell you something.”
“Okay? What’s that?” Quinn was sort of feeling like she was in some kind of alternate science fiction universe at this point.
“Well, um, I sort of…broke up with Finn today,” Rachel stammered.
“Huh? You did? Why?” Quinn really was wondering if this was maybe all a dream…a very weird, somewhat pleasant dream…but one that also included sleeping with five guys and getting addicted to cum.
“Well, in all honesty, I realized eventually that I wasn’t ever jealous of you…I was jealous of him. And…um, well, I mean I don’t how you feel about me but I really couldn’t stay with him when I realized it wasn’t him that I liked…but you,” Rachel rambled and looked down kind of afraid of Quinn’s reaction.
She had admitted she was gay, but that didn’t mean she liked her of all people.
“Wait…are you saying like me?” Quinn asked.
“Well…yeah,” Rachel said very quietly. Then, she practically whispered, “More than like, actually.”
Quinn’s heart leapt, but she wasn’t ready to reveal all her cards yet.
“And...what does this have to do with the cure?” Quinn asked. Things were becoming clearer and brighter, though no less unbelievable, but there were still some pieces missing.
“Well, um, I heard that when a true lesbian who’s in denial becomes addicted to a man’s…you know, that the cure is to perform oral sex on another girl.” By now, Rachel was practically beet red. She was not ashamed, but she was completely embarrassed about pretty much out of the blue asking Quinn to go down on her.
“You mean the cure for a non-sexual cum addiction is to lick a girl’s pussy and…” Quinn tried to look Rachel in the eye with a bit of a smirk. “You think I should eat you out. Is that what you’re saying?”
That got Rachel to look up.
“Quinn!” Rachel screeched. Then, she saw Quinn’s smirk. “That’s the blunt way of putting it, yes,” and she couldn’t help a little smile herself.
“Sorry, I guess all the dirty talk I had to use with those boys made me lose my ability to be proper,” Quinn chuckled. “But…to answer the unasked question…yes, I’ll do it.”
“You will?” Rachel asked, astonished really. “Why? I mean…duh. Of course, it’s because you want to cure your addiction.” She looked back down, sad.
“No, Rachel,” Quinn said as she took Rachel’s chin. “I mean, I really do hope it works but not only because I really, really want to stop giving Sam blow jobs.” She rolled her eyes at how obvious that seemed now. “More importantly, though, I want you. I like you too, Rachel…more than like, actually,” Quinn mimicked Rachel’s words with a fond grin.
“Really?”
“Really,” Quinn responded and saw no reason why she couldn’t get right to the business of proving it.
She kissed Rachel…hard!
And, immediately, Rachel opened her mouth to allow Quinn’s tongue to enter. And, immediately, Quinn felt more sexual arousal from one deep kiss from Rachel than from anything those guys she had begged to fuck her into oblivion had done.
“Oh my god,” she breathed and guided Rachel down to her back, resuming the kiss.
“Mmmmm….yeah,” Rachel moaned.
Then, Rachel bent her knee a bit and her thigh came into contact with Quinn’s pussy through her panties, and she was gone.
There was no way she was going to be satisfied with just kissing Rachel. She had to fuck her, and she had to be naked right now!
She pulled herself away from Rachel to sit up on her knees. Quickly, she unzipped her Cheerio top and lifted it over her head.
The skirt and spanks followed quickly, leaving her in Cheerios-issue red bra and panties.
And, Rachel was frozen with awe.
“God, Quinn,” she gasped.
“You like?” Quinn smirked and said, “I’m going to finish getting naked and you should join me.”
Quinn remembered how much she liked being naked, and she was already very anxious.
Rachel went into action at Quinn’s words…while Quinn pulled her panties off after she’d gotten rid of her bra, Rachel caught up very quickly.
When they were finally naked—it seemed like it took way too long for both of them—Quinn lowered herself back on top of Rachel, and their bodies slotted like they were meant to fit together.
They smiled at each other.
Then, Quinn went back to the kiss. She didn’t even feel in a hurry to get to the sex. She really, really wanted it, and she would most definitely get started soon but at that moment she was really enjoying her tongue in Rachel’s mouth, swirling with Rachel’s tongue.
Then she started grinding down with her pussy on Rachel’s thigh, and suddenly she was ready to taste more of Rachel.
“Fuck! Rachel, I can’t wait to taste your pussy.”
“Do it, Quinn…and, Quinn?”
“Yes?” Quinn stopped to look Rachel in the eye.
“I won’t break. Technically, I’m a virgin, but I’ve had my own fingers and, um, other things inside me so don’t worry about hurting me.”
“Shit…Rachel. Jesus, I really want to fuck you,” Quinn kissed Rachel one more time, hard and deep.
When she came up for air, she started moving down Rachel’s body. She stopped to suck each of Rachel’s beautiful breasts into her mouth one at a time.
“Oh, my, Quinn…do it. Fuck me,” Rachel begged. Somehow, Rachel beginning to talk dirty seemed natural at this point.
“I definitely will, but first, I’m going to taste you,” Quinn announced as she reached Rachel’s belly.
“Oh my god, Rachel, your body is gorgeous. You’ve got such great tits, and I love your belly,” she said as she paused in her path to leave kisses and kitten licks all over Rachel’s stomach.
“I don’t have abs like yours,” Rachel said.
Quinn stopped to look up at Rachel. She began to absently trace the fingers of her hand all around Rachel’s stomach. “Are you kidding? Rachel…it’s so sexy. I know you work out, and it definitely pays off. Cheerleading may give me more muscle, but, god, Rachel, you’re so soft and feminine and…just, sexy.” She reinforced her words with more kisses and a flick of her belly button with her tongue.
Rachel felt tears, happy ones, well up. She smiled and said, “Thank you, Quinn. When you say it, I actually believe you.”
“Well, good, because it’s true. And, don’t worry. I’ll remind you…like all the time ‘cause I won’t be able to see you naked without putting my mouth on your gorgeous stomach at least once,” she smiled and went back to work.
“But, now,” she said, “it’s time to finally get a taste of this pussy of yours.” Once she had her first good look at Rachel’s naked pussy, she gasped again. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, and I’m definitely gay,” she intended the last part to be lighthearted but then realized how serious she was. A wet pussy was so much more attractive than a hard penis.
So, she looked up at Rachel to convey that and how simply pretty she thought every part of Rachel was.
“I am, too, by the way,” Rachel said.
This surprised Quinn, and she looked up at Rachel again. “You are?”
“Yeah…I am. I’ve been trying to prove the stereotype of gay parents raising only gay children wrong, and I was really hoping Jesse and Finn as talented leading men would make me really like them…but it didn’t happen. I even almost had sex with Jesse, but I just couldn’t.”
“Let’s promise each other that, even if we’re not ready to declare to this small-minded town who we are that we will at least be honest with ourselves and each other,” Quinn said as she kissed Rachel’s inner thigh.
“Absolutely,” Rachel grinned. “Now…there is the little matter of your addiction, and I have a feeling you’re about to cure it.”
“Correction...I think you're about to cure it,” Quinn winked.
She looked back down at Rachel’s beautiful pussy, again marveling at how much more aroused she was just looking at it than she had been at anything a boy had done to her, no matter how sexy it was supposed to be, and took a broad lick from Rachel’s entrance to her clit.
“Oh…god!!!!” Quinn said as soon as she was finished.
“I concur,” Rachel gasped. “That was good, right?”
“Absolutely…fuck, Rachel, you taste delicious!” Quinn exclaimed. “And, yes, I can definitely say that I am not craving, nor will I ever crave, Sam’s cum again.”
“Good…now, no more talk of boys or what comes out of them. That’s just gross. Lick me,” Rachel demanded.
“Fuck, yeah, I will,” Quinn said. She took another broad lick and then took her first taste of Rachel’s clit, sucking it into her mouth, eliciting juices to flow from Rachel’s pussy. “Mmm….so good.”
She moved down to Rachel entrance and pushed the tip of her tongue in and moaned at the taste.
She pushed in as far as she could. Rachel was getting so wet, and Quinn loved the taste of her juices. She dug further in to taste the silky walls inside Rachel as much as possible.
It just got better and better for her, and Rachel seemed to enjoy it too if her writhing and moaning were any indication.
Once Rachel began to flood her tongue, Quinn knew she couldn’t wait any longer to have her fingers inside.
Even though Rachel had told her not to be gentle, she did start with just the one finger.
And, as soon as it was inside, they both moaned.
Quinn bent down and flicked Rachel’s clit with her tongue, and that made Rachel pussy flutter around her finger.
“Add another and fuck me hard, Quinn,” Rachel begged.
“Gladly,” Quinn answered and added another finger, stretching Rachel out. “My god, that’s gorgeous.”
She bent and kissed all over Rachel’s stomach as she began to pump in and out rather hard.
“Shit, I’m gonna come soon, Quinn. Your fingers feel so good stretching me out,” Rachel panted.
“Fuck, come for me Rachel. You feel so good, I’m getting really, really wet just feeling inside you,” Quinn was panting herself.
She started to buck a little on the bed, trying to get some friction and succeeding.
“Oops. Sorry, Rach, I’m leaving a wet spot on your sheets.”
“Fuck!” Rachel shouted when Quinn said that. Rachel’s pussy walls squeezed her fingers, and Quinn felt every inch as a flood of wetness drenched her hand.
“Oh my god,” Quinn gasped and she licked and sucked at Rachel’s pussy lips wanting to get it all. “That was unbelievably hot.”
“Yeah…it was from my end, too,” Rachel gasped. “Now, come up her and kiss me.”
Quinn complied without hesitation.
They kissed hard. Rachel moaned at her taste on Quinn’s tongue, and Quinn moaned at tasting Rachel’s pussy and her mouth at the same time.
“My turn,” Rachel said. “Would you mind sitting on my face.”
“Fuck no,” Quinn said.
“Good, I want to look up and see you while you ride my face,” Rachel said. “And, I want to be able to reach all of you.”
“Shit…okay,” Quinn said, getting impatient to make Rachel’s wish come true, as she got into position.
“Holy shit, you're gorgeous, Quinn,” Rachel mumbled as she got her first look at Quinn from that angle, perfect tits and toned abs.
She brought her hands up to Quinn’s ass and squeezed…and again they both moaned.
“God, I can’t wait to worship this ass,” Rachel gasped. “But first, sit on my face.”
“Okay, here goes.” Quinn lowered her pussy onto Rachel’s waiting mouth.
And, Rachel immediately began licking and sucking and exploring every inch of Quinn’s beautiful cunt.
“Oh my god, Rachel, yes. Suck me.” Quinn began to grind and buck up and down on Rachel’s talented mouth.
It was seriously unbelievable how Rachel’s mouth was so talented in so many ways.
“Rachel, I’m coming soon.” Rachel moved her hands from squeezing Quinn’s ass to fondling her breasts, tweaking her nipples.
“Can you squirt, Quinn?” Rachel asked. “I want you to try.”
“I don’t know, but I’ll try,” Quinn answered as she resumed moving up and down on Rachel’s extended tongue and lips. “I’m coming!!!”
Sure enough, it was so intense, riding Rachel’s face that a spray hit Rachel’s upper body and face as Quinn’s pussy contracted on her tongue, squeezing it out of her.
“Shit!” Quinn yelled, and she quickly got off Rachel so she didn’t crush her as she became weak from her orgasm.
She landed on her stomach, baring her ass to Rachel’s gaze as she turned to watch Quinn plop down with a blissful smile.
Rachel recovered quickly at the sight and immediately straddled Quinn’s thighs and leaned over to whisper in Quinn’s ear.
“You mind if I have a little fun now?” she purred.
“Please!” Quinn begged for just the first time that day.
Rachel kissed her shoulder and scattered kisses all over her gorgeous and very naked back, eventually finding her way down to that beautiful round and firm ass.
“My god,” Rachel breathed as she left a lingering kiss on one cheek, then the other.
“Hmm…I love you.” It was maybe a strange time for Quinn to say it, but Rachel being so loving and tender, almost literally worshipful, of Quinn’s body, made her heart swell.
Rachel draped herself over Quinn’s body again as she chuckled. “It’s a little weird to say that right now, but I love you too.” She left another lingering kiss, this time on Quinn’s actual cheek, trying to convey just how much hearing Quinn’s words meant to her. “Now, I’m going to show you just how much. Do you have any…um, limits?”
“No,” Quinn simply replied. She had done anal, and of course it didn’t do anything for her with the guys. But, it wasn’t painful or disgusting to her either. So, she thought she might enjoy it with a girl, especially Rachel.
“Don’t worry. I definitely won’t hurt you…I’ll make you feel good,” Rachel said as she went back to her task. She started by resuming her kisses on Quinn’s ass…all over both sides.
She started leaving those kisses around the area of Quinn’s asshole, and Quinn squirmed in anticipation.
“Do it, Rach,” she hummed.
Rachel spread her cheeks with her hands and planted a light kiss directly onto her asshole and then grazed the tip of her tongue over it. “Mmm…I like it,” Rachel said about both the musky taste and aroma of an aroused Quinn.
She went in again, this time burrowing her tongue just a bit further and wiggling it around. She moaned louder because she was enjoying it even more than she expected.
“Shit, Rachel,” Quinn whined. “Put a finger inside please.”
Rachel replaced her tongue with the tip of her index finger and started wriggling it in. She marveled at the way Quinn’s asshole gaped a little from her tongue and stayed stretched for her finger.
“This is so hot,” she breathed and started moving in and out, resuming her scattered kisses all over Quinn’s glorious ass.
“Shit, I need to come, Rachel,” Quinn gasped as she felt her orgasm building.
Rachel resituated herself so she could flick her tongue on Quinn’s wet clit while still fingering her ass. Her nose grazed Quinn’s pussy, and the fragrance was intoxicating.
It sent Quinn over the edge, and he pussy clenched around nothing while her ass squeezed Rachel’s finger hard!
“Wow,” Rachel breathed. I didn’t really think you could get that turned on with a finger in your ass.”
“Yeah, I can, but you definitely had a lot to do with it…you’re so good at that,” Quinn panted. “Now, come up here and kiss me again.”
When Rachel had removed her finger from Quinn’s ass, Quinn rolled onto her back and waited as Rachel moved up to kiss her deeply.
“Mmm….I love you,” Quinn finally told Rachel for the first time while looking into her eyes.
“I love you too…very much,” Rachel replied. “I have a question.”
“What’s that?” Quinn replied softly.
“Do you think you’d like it if I fucked you with a strap on?” Rachel asked in a strangely blasé tone.
“Um…I think I might actually like that a lot,” Quinn replied. “The penetration never bothered me. It just didn’t make me feel anything when it was a real dick attached to a guy’s hard, rough body, but I bet it would feel good with you.”
“Good. Well, I have one. Do you want to try it?” Rachel asked getting excited.
“You do? I thought you were a virgin.” Quinn said jokingly.
“I am, but, well, I got it when I realized I was...not straight,” Rachel felt a little embarrassed now, “And, well, I kind of thought I could use it to, you know, help myself, so to speak, but if I was ever in a position like…well, like we’re in now, I could use it for its intended purpose.”
“Are you saying you fucked yourself with it?” Quinn asked, laughing lightly. “You’re so hot and cute all at the same time.”
Rachel sighed. Quinn wasn’t making fun of her, so she relaxed. “Yeah, that’s what I’m saying.”
“Okay, well, then yes. I want you to fuck me with it,” Quinn said.
“Yay!” Rachel squeaked and ran off to dig out the strap-on from its hiding place deep in her closet…an ironic but appropriate hiding place if ever there ever was one.
Quinn let out a full belly laugh as she watched Rachel run off.
But, when Rachel returned buckling up the strap on, Quinn gulped. It wasn’t a nervous or scared gulp; it was an aroused gulp.
“God, that’s so sexy,” Quinn breathed. The dildo was somewhat thick and cylindrical and shiny black, with small ridges but not in the same shape as a real penis.
Somehow, Quinn thought that since it neither looked like flesh nor was some unrealistically cliché color like pink or blue but wasn’t completely smooth that it was all the more attractive and sexy.
It was just realistic enough to be hot and probably would feel good inside but not too much like the real thing.
And, attached to Rachel’s hot-as-fuck body, it made wetness gush from Quinn’s pussy.
“You like?”
“I like…now come here,” Quinn ordered. “Deos it have an insert for you?” She wasn’t going to blow Rachel or anything stupid like that, but she did want to touch it and see how Rachel responded to it before it was inside her.
“Yeah,” Rachel answered as she hurried to get on the bed again.
Quinn reached out and grabbed the dildo and pushed lightly against it to see Rachel’s response.
It turned out to be, “Guh.”
Quinn smiled and moved her hand up and down on the shaft enjoying the small gasps every time she pushed back down towards Rachel’s pelvis.
Then, she moved her fingers down to her own pussy and gathered some wetness to spread over Rachel’s fake cock.
“Shit, that’s hot,” Rachel gasped. “Get it all nice and wet for me so I can slide it into your pussy.”
“Damn, I love it when you talk dirty,” Quinn said. “Now, I think it’s time for you to fuck me. How do you want me?”
“I want to test your flexibility,” Rachel responded as she stood up from the bed. “Scoot up here to the edge of the bed. Turn to your side a bit and spread your legs as wide as you can. I’ll help you.”
Quinn got significantly wetter at Rachel’s confident description of what she wanted, and she understood exactly what she was asking.
She got into position, so she was able to look at Rachel and spread her legs so Rachel could impale her sideways.
Rachel helped her by pushing the leg that was off the bed up so she was spread further. She gathered more of Quinn’s wetness with her finger and spread it over the dildo more.
This only made Quinn more desperate to have Rachel inside her, and she said so. “Stick it in me, Rachel.”
“Shit,” Rachel gasped and obeyed. She pushed the leg she was holding even further as she slid the dildo inside Quinn’s pussy. It went in easily, and Rachel moaned at the sight of Quinn stretching to take it.
“Mmmm…feels so good.” Finally, Quinn thought. Finally, something inside her pussy made her feel something…and not just something but something really erotic and sexy….something that could make her come hard.
And, even though multiple orgasms were a thing, she did her best to hold off her first one with Rachel inside her because she knew that would make it better for both of them when it came.
“Fuck me hard, Rachel. I need it hard,” She shouted.
Rachel complied, setting a hard but not too fast rhythm, instinctively knowing that Quinn would like that….thrust….thrust….thrust.
“Oh my god, Rachel…yes!” Quinn became louder. “You’re fucking me so good!”
“Yeah?” Rachel said. “Are you gonna come for me? I want to come together. Fucking you is turning me on so much!”
“Yes! I’m gonna come, Rachel! Come with me!” Quinn was yelling by now.
“Here I come,” Rachel grunted and thrust hard and a little faster a few more times, and that was all she needed.
“Fuck!!!!” They both yelled at the same time as they orgasmed simultaneously.
“Shit,” Rachel let go of the leg she was holding and fell forward, still inside Quinn.
The dildo was flexible enough that it moved with Rachel as she collapsed, and Quinn was a little surprised, though she knew shouldn’t have been, at the feeling of it being hard still after Rachel’s orgasm.
It felt good.
But, Rachel really didn’t seem to be in the right state to continue at the moment, so Quinn just grasped around her shoulders as she fell over her upper body.
Their breasts rubbed against each other, which only added to the aftershocks they were both feeling.
“Can I try something now, when you’ve recovered?” Quinn asked, still breathing heavily herself.
“Of course, what is it?” Rachel’s response was muffled but sure.
“Scissoring?” She answered kind of unsure of Rachel’s response since it was so different from what they’d already done. It was, strictly speaking, the first thing that they would be doing that could only be done with two girls involved. “I mean I’ve heard Santana talk about how great it is, and it really does sound really dirty in a good way.”
“Yes! Yes! Shit, you want to do that with me?” Rachel started to rouse herself from her comfortable spot, leaving kisses on Quinn’s sternum, slowly pulling the strap on out in the process.
She moved her kisses to between Quinn’s breasts, and then sucked lightly on the side of each one.
“Yeah…I want to. I really, really want to,” Quinn gasped. “Fuck, Rach. That feels so good. Suck on my nipples.”
Rachel did as Quinn asked, taking each of them in turn into her mouth and sucking, using her tongue to massage and her teeth to pull a little bit to make them even more erect than they already were.
“Is there any part of your body that isn’t incredibly pretty?” Rachel asked while still working on Quinn’s tits.
“You make me believe there isn’t, Rachel, but I don’t think I have anything on you,” Quinn responded. “Your body is just…indescribable. And your legs and ass? I can’t wait to kiss and lick and touch.”
Rachel smiled and peered up at Quinn as she finished working on her nipple.
“You’ll get your chance. But right now, I really want my pussy on yours,” she announced.
“Fuck,” Quinn gasped for what seemed like the millionth time that day as she moved to the head of the bed to wait for Rachel.
Rachel took a few seconds to remove the strap-on and drop it to the floor. “I want you to fuck me with that sometime, but right now we don’t need anything but our bodies.”
Rachel scooted up until she was straddling one of Quinn’s gorgeous thighs---seriously, there was nothing about Quinn’s body that wasn’t unbelievably sexy. Then, she moved up until her pussy was hovering over Quinn’s
“Are you wet for me again?” she asked. “’Cause I’m wet for you.”
“Shit yes, ride me, Rach.” Quinn demanded.
Rachel did. She sank down so their exposed clits touched and they both felt a jolt of wetness from each other.
“Fuuuck!” Rachel moaned.
She started moving and the effect was to spread her pussy lips over Quinn’s, and their wetness combined deliciously.
It felt so good for both of them that, for a several minutes, they wordlessly enjoyed the feeling. Quinn reached for Rachel’s hips to help her push down harder onto her pussy.
They panted and the bed creaked, but that was all the sound in the room until Quinn broke the silence.
“Shit, this is so good…Harder. I think I’m gonna squirt again,” she said.
“Me too, just a little more. Touch my clit,” Rachel requested.
When Quinn replied and Rachel brushed Quinn’s own clit with her pussy, they both let go. Sprays of their juices landed on each other, and it was so good that it continued for several long seconds until their bodies were both drenched.
Rachel fell over Quinn, careful not to bump their heads.
They clung to each other for long seconds basking in their hot and dirty lovemaking.
Because even with the frenzied, dirty nature of it all, they both knew this was about more than the physical act of having an orgasm.
They each knew this was the start of a long, long relationship.
Quinn was the first to voice at least part of what they were both feeling.
“I love you, Rachel,” she panted. She took Rachel’s chin and turned her so they were looking into each other’s eyes. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
“I love you too, Quinn. And, yes.”
“And we can do this again…a lot?” she smirked.
“We can do it as much as you want whenever and wherever possible,” Rachel responded smiling down at her girl.
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