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Father, Daughter, Husband, Wife	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 38705 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Quinn was very, very happy.
She had the two best friends she could possibly hope to have.
She had a stud for a husband.
She was four months pregnant with a healthy baby.
And, instead of feeling anxious about the delicate balance her life hung on, she was actually thrilled by it.
There was any number of relatively minor things that could tip the first domino to set her life on the path to shambles.
Even introducing Lauren and Rachel could have gone completely wrong.
Thankfully, Rachel was in the right business and effortlessly kept straight the one bit of their shared history that they made up.
That bit was that Rachel was a high school freshman, one year ahead of her classmates, when Quinn was a senior.
Rachel actually was one year ahead of her classmates.
Easy.
And, frankly, the structure of society, the “grid” feared by conspiracy theorists everywhere, was so complex and fueled by bureaucracy that she could change or keep her identity to suit her needs.
No one was the wiser.
So, when she went to the OB/GYN, she was 25-year-old Quinn Fabray.
When she went for intense genetic testing for her baby at the clinic Quinn found by Googling “Genetics clinics that don’t ask questions,” she was Russell Fabray’s daughter, Quinn, 20 years old in February.
Easy.
And, neither Yale nor NYU cared who she was married to. To them, she was just another transfer student who needed transcripts.
Every time she had to “prove” her identity, she felt an adrenaline rush when she accomplished it with no questions asked.
It was that rush that led her to leaving her flip flops at the door, dropping the mail on the computer table right inside the living room and standing before her father who was sitting on the couch.
He was reading a business magazine, naked of course, as Quinn stood in front of him in a trench coat.
It was the ideal attire for taking the elevator to get the mail and back. She kept warm and could get naked again almost instantly.
She cleared her throat.
Russell looked up and smirked.
He laid down the magazine.
“Yes, baby?”
He knew from the look in her eye, she was about to pounce.
Matching his smirk, she untied her trench coat and dropped it to the floor.
She watched his dick twitch when he looked down at her obvious baby bump.
“I got my transfer papers to NYU,” she said.
Before he could even register what she’d said, she got down on her knees and took his cock into her mouth.
Her body was on fire, and she needed her daddy to put it out.
After a couple of bobs up and down, Quinn moved Russell’s cock to the side and flattened her tongue to lick slowly up one side.
Then, she started at the top on the other side and ran the tip of her tongue down the jagged vein that always made her quiver.
She could practically feel the constant and smooth feeling as he pushed in and the sparks it sent like tiny bullets hitting her nerve endings as he pulled out.
Whatever else her Daddy was doing to her with his cock, she always felt that vein.
When she got to the end of it near the base of his dick, she turned her head and ran her lips along the same path in reverse until she sucked the tip of his cock hard.
Russell was dumbfounded by the treatment his daughter was giving his dick.
Quinn was always eager, but this was something else.
He leaned his head back on the couch until she sucked on the tip, and then he looked down at her.
His cock jerked in her mouth.
He couldn’t believe the sight and how lucky he was.
His 20-year-old daughter, round belly, growing tits, on her knees with his cock in her pretty mouth.
When he met her eyes, she took in a mouthful of cock, and the view set him off.
He shot like a cannon down Quinn’s throat.
And, she was expecting it, so she guzzled it like a champ.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm” she moaned between swallows.
The resulting vibrations only served to prolong Russell’s orgasm until finally he was done.
Quinn stood up and straddled her father, kissing him hard while she still had a little bit of cum on her tongue.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she breathed.
She got up and pulled Russell to his feet.
He placed his palm on her growing stomach as soon as he was standing.
Then, he kissed her while he slid his hand down to her pussy.
“Wow,” he said at finding her dripping onto his hand.
“Yeah, I told you I need you. I want you to take me from behind. And, I need a bed for that,” she said.
She dragged him to their bedroom and left him to watch her climb up onto the bed.
He watched her crawl onto the bed and turn so he could see her bowling ball-sized belly and her breasts swaying.
“Hurry up, big boy. Come and get it,” she said.
Watching Quinn’s ass and expanding hips as she moved, still extremely lithe, down the hall to their bedroom had rendered him fully hard again.
So, as quickly as he was able to maneuver himself behind her, he impaled his cock in her pussy.
“Fuck, when was the last time I told you how much I love your cunt?” Russell asked as he leaned over her back, savoring the wet, warm silkiness of his daughter’s pussy.
“Mmmm…you show me literally every day, but it’s been awhile since you told me. What do you like about it? Umph!” she grunted as he began to thrust, beginning with short hard thrusts then longer equally hard thrusts.
That vein was still at the front of her mind as it touched her in all the right places.
“It’s always so tight for me…and wet,” he said, before thrusting particularly hard, slamming his pelvis against her ass. “But, my favorite part is how it hugs my cock just right. I feel you touching every centimeter.”
He thrust hard again, relishing in the feelings he’d just described and in the sound his pelvis made colliding with her ass.
Then, he picked up his pace just a little bit until he was thrusting in a steady rhythm.
Thrust…thrust…thrust…not slow, not fast.
Just right.
He kept up the same pace, savoring each push and pull of his dick and squeeze of her cunt walls.
Soon Quinn began a low moan that turned into a soft chant of “Yes, yes, yes” until she couldn’t take it anymore.
She held herself up with one hand and reached down, past her bump, between her legs so her fingers brushed his thrusting cock and her clit.
She came, hard.
“Shit, baby,” her fingers touching him caused him to jerk and dump a huge load inside of her.
She felt the long, thick ropes hitting seemingly everywhere inside her pussy. She was so sensitive.
When he finally finished, she pulled herself off of him and rolled onto her back, breathing heavily.
He followed her to lay by her side, facing her.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he said, rubbing side-to-side over the strip of skin between her mound and her bellybutton.
She felt some of his cum trickling out, and she collected it on her finger and traced it up over his fingers and then spread it around on her stretched skin.
They fell asleep with their fingers intertwined over her stomach.

“How’s Sarah?” Quinn asked one hot summer day as she and Lauren enjoyed lunch, in the air conditioning.
Hot weather was Quinn’s nemesis as her belly grew.
But, air conditioning did wonders. She really was a miraculous specimen of feminine grace.
“Out of town, again,” Lauren slumped. “I swear, she’s gone more than she’s here. Sometimes, I feel like she should just move to Chicago.”
“And leave you here? You don’t want that, do you?” Quinn asked.
“No…I really don’t. I love her.” Lauren looked at Quinn, sadness in her eyes. “This is the longest relationship I’ve ever had, and I can definitely see it going the distance. But, if we’re not going to be in the same place half the time, what’s the use?”
“If you love her enough, Lauren, distance shouldn’t matter,” Quinn said. “Even if Russell was gone nine months out of the year for his job, I’d happily wait for him to come back to me for the other three.”
“So, I just have to try harder to love her?” Lauren asked.
“No, that’s not what I’m saying,” Quinn answered. “What I’m saying is it shouldn’t be hard to love her even when she’s gone. You might miss her. You might be angry that she’s leaving you, again, but you should still love her. If you don’t, you have to ask yourself if she’s really the one for you.”
Lauren sighed.
“I still love her, even when she’s gone. It just might be getting harder and harder,” she said.
“Well, maybe you should just give it more time and see if it gets better,” Quinn said. “And, in the meantime, Rachel and I will keep you occupied when she’s gone…in a totally platonic way, of course.”
Lauren laughed, cheered up slightly by Quinn’s words.
“Yeah, okay…thanks,” she replied and propped her chin on her hand.

“Let’s play a game,” Quinn said.
She was lying on Rachel’s couch. Rachel was at her side, sitting against the couch.
Lauren was seated on the floor on the other side of the coffee table.
Rachel had cooked for them, and now they were enjoying the rest of their impromptu baby shower.
“Yes!” Rachel was a little bit drunk on the wine she and Lauren were drinking.
“What game?” Lauren asked, leaning back on her hands.
“Let’s play Truth or Dare without the dares, because we’re not in high school anymore,” Quinn looked over at Lauren.
“I don’t think that’s fair to the two of you. I’ve lived a lot more than you guys,” Lauren said.
“You’d be surprised,” Rachel said pointing at Lauren, slyly.
Lauren laughed.
“I like tipsy Rachel Berry,” she said. “If I were single…”
She trailed because Sarah was still—
She shook it off.
“So, Truth or truth!” she laughed.
“Yes!” Quinn said, excited.
Of course, Quinn meant truth adjacent for her.
“I’ll go first,” she said. “What’s your favorite memory of hot, sweaty sex?”
Rachel and Lauren laughed. Quinn was always horny.
“I’ll answer first, too.”
They chuckled again.
“Well, I really can’t choose one,” she said. “The night we conceived at that party was up there,”
“Wait, which party?” Lauren asked.
“The only party we’ve had since we got to the city. You were there,” she smirked at Lauren.
“No way,” Lauren said, frankly impressed.
“Yeah, three times…I think the lucky one was when I rubbed him over his pants under the dinner table and, then, followed him to the bathroom where he bent me over and finished off, if you know what I mean.”
“Wow,” Lauren and Rachel looked at each other.
Quinn was more depraved than they knew, which was pretty depraved.
They were impressed.
“But, my favorite might be early in our relationship. It was summer in Ohio, so I was lying in a bikini top and really short shorts. My head was on his lap, and he was rubbing my thigh. It was really turning me on, being practically naked and his hand on me. Anyway, his daughter was upstairs, so I couldn’t just jump him in the living room. So, I dragged him to the downstairs guest bedroom where he proved that he could keep up with a girl in her twenties.”
She locked eyes with Rachel briefly and saw the twinkle that told her that Rachel knew that this story happened when Quinn was 17 and the “daughter” was her mother.
“You go, Lauren. Top that,” Rachel said, honestly a little proud to have Quinn as a best friend at that moment.
“I don’t think I can actually. But…maybe it was my first time with Sarah—“
“Awwww” Rachel and Quinn chorused.
“I said hot and sweaty, not that candles and romance shit,” Quinn frowned.
“It wasn't romantic at all, horny pants,” Lauren teased. “It was actually the night we met at a networking mixer for Non-Profit workers in the city. I was there scouting how my company could get more involved with charity work. Anyway, somehow, at a boring function like that, we hit it off, started flirting and she dragged me to the restroom of the restaurant and bent me over in a stall, and then we ended up going at it all night at my apartment.”
“Oh, my god,” Quinn breathed.
“Okay, my turn,” Rachel said. “Let’s see…mine was with a stranger, too, although I’ve never seen her since.”
“Wait, she?” Quinn asked. Her mind was reeling, already. She had only hoped…
“She…I’m a lot less restrictive about who I sleep with these days. Ohio really does have a way of smothering people, Quinn. Anyway, I was at a club, and I was using my fake ID to get drinks. I wasn’t really drunk, but I was letting loose a little. Anyway, this woman, probably about Quinn’s age, approached me and asked me to dance. Well, we didn’t end up at anybody’s apartment, but she did pay for a VIP room where we went a few rounds that, shall we say, tested my flexibility.”
“I think we all win that round,” Lauren breathed and took a long gulp of her wine.
Quinn was honestly turned on, so when the game just naturally turned into a general discussion about sex from that point on, Quinn picked up her phone.
Quinn: Get yourself hard. I’ll be coming home soon, and I want to ride you like a stallion.
Daddy: Fuck…hurry up.
A few minutes later, Quinn got a picture message of Russell’s fully erect penis poking his stomach.
Quinn: Shit, I’ll be there in ten.
She quickly said goodbye to her friends and made her way down to the street where she hopped in a luckily waiting cab.
She made her way immediately to the bedroom when she arrived home and found her daddy exactly where she’d hoped
He was spread eagle, naked.
He had one hand behind his head and his other cupping his balls.
She stripped off her maternity pants and peasant blouse as fast as she could.
“Come here,” he said.
She approached the bed, and he reached out and pulled down her panties with one hand until they could fall to her feet.
Meanwhile, she dropped her bra to the floor, and when she was finally naked she climbed up on the bed.
She straddled his midsection, lined his dick up using her hand and sank down quickly.
“Fuck, yes…that’s good,” she breathed and leaned back and placed a hand on each of Russell’s thighs.
For several minutes, she effectively rubbed her own g-spot with her daddy’s cock.
Then she put a hand on his strong chest and reached behind her to massage his balls and squeeze his dick with her pussy.
Finally, she leaned over and kissed him.
“Grab my ass,” she breathed against his lips.
He squeezed her ample ass cheeks hard while she sat back up and rocked her hips in a circular motion against his pelvis.
She brushed his balls with the underside of her ass and moaned at what his dick was doing as it made its own rotations around her pussy walls.
Finally, they were both on the edge, and he wanted to finish off.
He squeezed her breast, and the feeling of the added plushness of her breast set him off.
He shot jizz straight up into Quinn’s waiting pussy, battering her cervix.
It set her off, and she squeezed his cock so tight it practically hurt her…but it was the best hurt in the world.
Her pussy twitched again at the squelching noise as his cock popped out of her.
“Fuck…my friends are hot,” she breathed and fell off to his side, exhausted.

Russell gently pulled the covers off Quinn’s body as she slept.
He knelt between her spread legs and began peppering kisses all over her big belly.
He smiled when he felt his son kick a couple times.
He couldn’t believe how sexy Quinn was at eight months pregnant.
He thanked God for her regular yoga sessions, which kept her legs sleek and strong to accommodate her upper body’s growth.
They were still gorgeous and kept her lithe and flexible.
He applied more pressure with each kiss as he made his way down almost to her pussy.
He pulled back and resumed the path with his finger.
As he traced her pussy lips, he moved to her side so he could coax her awake.
“Quinn, wake up,” he whispered and kissed her cheek.
“Mmmm, I’m awake,” she groaned. “I was enjoying your attention. Did you feel your son kicking?”
“Yeah,” he snickered. “But, right now I’m more interested in his mother.”
She smiled and opened her eyes to look at him.
“Finger fuck me,” she said, casual as could be.
He smiled at her and pushed a finger inside her pussy.
“Mmmmm, keep doing that,” she said.
“I’m gonna make you come. Then, I’m gonna spoon you and fuck you. How does that sound?” he asked.
“What do you think?” she teased.
“I think you want my cock all the time.”
“You’re right…but your fingers are good, too, as a warmup. Add another one…please,” she whined at the delicious touch.
He added his second finger and increased the force of their thrusts now that he knew she was fully awake.
He knelt so that he could get more force behind each thrust, and soon his fingers were soaked with her juices.
She squeezed the fingers with her pussy and convulsed for several seconds before letting go of them.
He brought his wet fingers to his mouth and licked them clean.
“Turn on your side, baby. I’m gonna fuck you good,” he said.
“Mmmm…yes please,” she said and turned and waited with her legs stretched.
She became impatient when he lay stunned be his lover’s beauty, long legs, wide but beautifully round hips, gorgeous back and ass.
She deftly moved her top leg back and gave him a little nudge with her foot.
“Come on, fuck me,” she said.
He moaned at how fluidly she still moved, then snapped himself out of it.
“Yeah, of course…sorry, your body is just so spectacular, I had to just stare for a second.”
As he spoke, he brought his body flush against her back and took one of those beautiful legs and lifted it behind his.
He moaned again at the movement.
He found her pussy with his hard cock with no trouble and rammed it inside.
He put his arm around her large stomach for leverage, laying kisses on her cheek, down her neck and shoulder as he began a continuous hammering pace.
He was so turned on by just seeing and touching his very pregnant daughter and then getting the encouragement to pound her swollen pussy that he was quickly on the edge.
He ran his hand up and down her beautiful thigh.
“Are you gonna come again, babe,” he asked.
“Yeah, just a little bit more,” she was always on the edge, it seemed.
He put his hand back on her stomach and put as much force as he could muster into the next few thrusts
He wanted to feel the squeeze of her pussy before he went over the edge.
It did the trick.
“Aahhh,” she suddenly screamed out as her pussy gripped his cock, which at that angle, was so different he couldn’t hold on any longer.
He shot up and into her in short spurts of cum that sent her into another orgasm.

“When was the last time you were on a date, Rachel?” Quinn asked on a Monday morning, a week before Quinn’s due date.
Rachel scoffed.
“It’s been months, Quinn,” she said. “I mean, as you know I’ve had flings and one night stands, but the last real date I was on was…let’s see, I think my last real date was when I went out with one of the showgirls from the cast like six months ago?”
“So, you’re open to an actual relationship with girls, not just for sex?” Quinn asked.
“Yes, I am. I mean, truth be told, I resisted that side of me for a long time because of the whole ‘children of gays are always gay’ stereotype, but as much as I hate to admit it because it really wasn’t their fault, being away from my fathers sort of dampened those fears. And, I finally embraced my…well, let’s just say I don’t label myself and still like the occasional cock but my gender preference tends toward females,” Rachel rambled.
Quinn chuckled and shook her head at this new Rachel.
“Tell me about it…I mean I think of myself as bisexual, and obviously I’m all over my father,” she said leaning over so only Rachel could hear, “But if an attractive couple walks down the street, my eye tends to wander to the woman more often than the man.”
Rachel flushed at Quinn’s overshare, honestly wondering why she was still surprised at Quinn’s bluntness,
Then, she laughed because Quinn typically hadn’t even noticed.
“Aren’t we a pair…” Rachel said, then laughed privately at how much of a theater geek she must be to make an unconscious reference like that.
Quinn saw the twinkle in Rachel’s eye and got the personal joke, too…because glee club had gotten under her skin, too.
“We’ve come a long way since high school, huh?” Quinn said, smiling. “I’m proud of us, actually. Ooh!”
“What?” Rachel got up because Quinn was hunched over in obvious pain.
“I think my water just broke.”
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