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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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Note: Hint of lactation kink in this chapter...no actual lactation.
“Thank you again, so much Rachel,” Quinn said as she handed Russell, Jr. over. “We just need a couple hours to ourselves.”
Quinn was really trying hard not to resent their nanny’s ill-timed day off.
It did after all come every Thursday like clockwork.
It wasn’t anybody’s fault that Quinn and Russell just had to have each other right now!
The nanny always took Russ for a walk around this time of the day, and their body clocks were ticking.
“It’s not a problem at all, Quinn. What are godmothers for? And, I love him to death…don’t I little Russ…yes, I do—“
Baby Russ chewed his finger and made a few cooing noises.
“See?”
"Okay, thanks, Rachel…bring him back at 3:00, but text when you’re on your way back, ‘kay? Bye!” Quinn ushered Rachel gently but insistently into the elevator, baby carrier and diaper bag on each arm.
Rachel took the hint graciously because she knew how sexually voracious father and daughter Fabray were, especially Quinn.
For six weeks after the baby was born, Rachel and Lauren had to put up with a frustrated Quinn, who had to settle for giving Russell blowjobs and hand jobs, with a little tender breast play thrown in when she could take it.
As soon as the elevator was closed, Quinn yanked her t-shirt off.
She left a trail of clothes to the bedroom.
She entered and found Russell naked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
He was leaning back on his hands, cock already hard.
She paused and dropped her unlatched bra.
She stepped between his legs.
“Finally,” he gasped.
He palmed her ass and scattered kisses all over her stomach…almost flat, but showing clear signs that she’d had a baby roughly three months earlier.
“You’re so sexy,” Russell said, lips brushing a patch of skin near Quinn’s bellybutton.
“You like to tell me that,” Quinn smirked down at him.
“That’s because it’s true,” he sucked on another patch of skin just above her pubic mound.
Quinn groaned because Russell meant it, and she appreciated that he liked her flatter, more toned stomach as well as her pregnant one.
She knew she should be thankful for Russell because he was unlike a lot of men, and she was...thankful, that is.
She could remember Puck telling her she was “fat.”
She knew her daddy liked her stretch marks, too.
They were faint and small enough that she could wear a bikini on a beach, and no one would see them.
But, she knew they were there, and they most definitely made her feel sexy, too.
“I’ve got the sexiest husband in the world,” Quinn breathed and leaned down to kiss him hard, straddling him without breaking the kiss. “And, right now I need him to stretch my pussy with his cock.”
She raised herself up just enough for him to, wordlessly, respond by holding his cock steady for her to sink down, down, down, feeling the stretch and drag of every inch.
Then, he grabbed her by the waist and stood up, giving her just enough time to squeal and wrap her legs around his waist before he carried her the short distance to the dresser.
She was still laughing when he set her down on the low, sturdy dresser against the wall, knocking several things off of it…he’d replace what broke later.
“Mmmm, so strong, too,” Quinn purred.
She kissed him again, then leaned back against the wall.
“Fuck me hard, stud,” she demanded.
He scooted her forward, all the while his cock still inside her, and began to do just that.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she mumbled as he drove his dick steadily harder into her pussy.
It had been way too long, a whole twenty-four hours, since she’d had his dick inside of her, and she craved it just as much after she gave birth as before.
But, they couldn’t do it as often
Nannies were awesome, but they were also often cock blocks.
Russell brought Quinn out of her thoughts by grabbing her thighs and pushing them apart.
“Fuck yes,” she breathed, feeling a new stretch and Russell’s cock hitting different places.
“Shit,” they both gasped as Russell’s cock, naturally curling upward, hit Quinn’s g-spot.
He deliberately slid over that spot over and over and over again, trying to bring them both over the edge to their first orgasm of the afternoon.
He wanted to achieve at least two more, himself, and had plans to break a two-hour record for Quinn before Rachel returned.
Quinn would be fully sated regardless, but he was going to have a hell of a time trying.
Finally, Quinn reached down to her clit and pinched, which set her off.
Her cunt squeezed Russell’s cock and sent him to his own orgasm.
He swung his hips forward, flattening his pelvis against Quinn’s spread pussy and unloaded jets of sperm onto her cervix.
After her aftershocks, set off by streams of cum pelting the deepest part of her pussy, subsided, he let her legs down but kept his cock inside her still.
“Let’s never, ever, ever use a condom,” he said as he finally pulled out and helped her up.
She laughed.
“I thought that went without saying,” Quinn said, “What brought that on?”
As she spoke, she simply bent over the end of the bed, inviting him back to her body.
A small pool of his cum hung on the edge of her pussy.
His cock had gone soft, but that sight brought it instantly back to life.
"Your pussy brought that on...for some reason, I had sudden appreciation for feeling it bare."
Quinn wiggled her ass.
He laid his dick between her ass cheeks, then dragged it down between her pussy lips.
He collected her juices along the way and then went back to her ass.
He rutted in the slopes between her butt cheeks a few times and moaned as he began to stiffen immediately.
“Fuck my thighs,” Quinn said.
He dragged his cock down through pussy and over her clit.
She closed her legs, and he began to rut in between her thighs, rubbing the top of his dick through her parted cunt lips.
That was all he needed.
His daughter’s thighs and pussy were works of art and so velvety soft.
“Go inside,” she breathed.
He gathered just a little more wetness and moaned again at how good it felt.
Then, he plunged easily inside Quinn’s pussy.
Quinn leaned further over and dropped from her hands to her elbows to give her daddy more room to move.
Russell wrapped his hands around Quinn’s thighs and leaned over slightly for leverage to pound into her.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he chanted as he felt her pussy tighten the more he thrust.
As he got closer and closer to the edge, he moved one hand to a breast
She stood up a little but steadied herself with one hand on the bed.
She brought her other over his hand on her breast.
Then, with his other hand on her shoulder for leverage, he slammed into her a few more times, trying to get her to come.
“Fuck, yes!” she gasped at feeling Russell’s cock move inside her and probe her at a different angle as she stood up straighter.
It triggered her orgasm, and she squeezed his cock and gushed.
He finally let go himself when he felt her climax, and he shot his second huge load, bigger and thicker than the first, into her waiting pussy.
She fell down onto the bed and crawled up waiting for him to follow her.
“How do you want to bend my body next?” she asked.
“Fuck, I love it when you can’t get enough,” he panted as he climbed up after her.
“Well?” she asked, “Time’s wasting.”
Russell chuckled.
“Let’s see how flexible yoga made you,” Russell said.
“You got it,” she smiled.
She turned halfway onto her stomach and bent one leg up, exposing her pussy fully.
“Wow…” Russell breathed as he watched her and then saw her puffy, reddened pussy waiting for him.
He took her legs and parted them a little more and bent over her as he jammed his cock into her.
He was hard almost instantly from the display, and it gave Quinn the best feeling as it stabbed her insides.
“You’re amazing,” Russell said as he began to drive down and into Quinn’s pussy with punishing force.
In and out, in and out, for several minutes, no change in position.
He kissed her over her shoulder.
Then, he just enjoyed the view of his daughter’s ecstasy on her face as he continued to pound and pound into her cunt.
It didn’t take long at until he was letting loose another fountain of sperm into her.
“Fuck!” she screamed as she felt his seed shoot down and into her as she lowered her head, mouth open, unable to get her voice to work enough to moan.
She came again as he did, and this time she squirted all over the bed.
They fucked one more time before Rachel texted to warn them that she and Russ were on their way back.
Quinn and Russell were both waiting at the elevator, fully dressed, when they arrived.
“There’s my boy,” Russell said proudly, taking his carrier from Rachel. “Thanks again, Rachel. We love our son, we promise. It’s just we needed that.”
“Again, it’s no problem at all,” she smiled. “He’s such a well-behaved, cute little thing. I love spending time with him.”
“Well, good...we like him, too,” Russell said as he lifted Russ out of his carrier and bounced a happily cooing baby boy on his daddy’s shoulder.
“Do you have time to come in for a little while? I want to talk to you about something. I promise, it’s good,” Quinn said when she realized that sounded a bit heavy and Rachel’s smile dropped a little.
“Oh, sure. I have…let’s see,” Rachel checked her phone, “about an hour until I have to start to the theater.
“I’ll take our little boy to his crib and try to get him to go down for a nap,” Russell said as he kissed the little guy’s head.
Quinn and Rachel made their way to the living room while Russell took the baby down the hall to the little den converted to a nursery.
“What did you need?” Rachel asked as they sat on the couch.
“Um…well, as you know, my 21^st birthday is coming up, and obviously it’s not like I’m going to be like most people who turn 21 and have their first drink at a bar, blah blah blah. But, it is still special. So, I have a proposition for you…a birthday request, I guess,” she finished her buildup and watched Rachel.
“I’m intrigued. What’d you have in mind?” Rachel asked.
“Well, you see I don’t think I ever told you this, but it seems I had quite a crush on you in high school while I was dating Finn—“
“You did?” Rachel interrupted, looking both pleased and disappointed, like she’d lost out on something.
“Yeah,” Quinn looked down, blushing. “And…I still find you insanely attractive. Anyway, I thought you, Daddy and I could go out to a club, do some drinking and dancing and…” she was suddenly nervous about asking and hoped maybe Rachel was seeing where this might be going.
Rachel did look like her wheels were turning, but she wasn’t saying anything.
So, Quinn figured she had to go ahead and say it.
“Rachel, we, Daddy and I, would like to have a night of no-strings-attached fun with you, if you know what I mean,” Quinn really wasn’t usually this nervous when talking about sex.
But, Rachel hadn’t said anything even though it was pretty clear what Quinn was getting at, at least in general.
“Are you saying…you want to have sex with me? A threesome?” she asked.
“Yes?” Quinn said, then hurried to calm Rachel’s, and maybe her own, nervousness. “There’d be no pressure, whatsoever. We’ll go out, get some drinks, dance if we want to. If we’re feeling it, we’ll come back here and have sex. If not…well, it’ll still be fun.”
“Wow…” Rachel breathed. “Um…okay. Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” Quinn said. “I probably should have said this before, but we’ve been discussing this for a while, waiting for the right time. I just thought my 21^st birthday was a good time, and we’ve been friends again for about a year now, so we’re comfortable with each other with a stable friendship…” she trailed off.
“Yes,” Rachel suddenly said.
“Yes, what?” Quinn said.
“Yes, I want to fuck you and Russell,” Rachel said.
“Oh…well, good,” Quinn’s heart jumped. “Really?”
“Really,” Rachel put her hand on Quinn’s knee.
“Well…okay, then. But, there’s one more issue we need to talk about before you decide for sure. See, Daddy and I don’t really do, you know, condoms. So…will that be a deal breaker?” Quinn asked, practically begging Rachel to say no.
“No…Quinn. I’m on birth control, and most of my flings and one-night stands are with women, and I always make the men I sleep with wear a condom. But, I still get tested every month just in case, and I’ll definitely make an exception on the condom thing. You're not strangers,” Rachel replied confidently.
“Oh, well, good, but I wasn’t worried about that. I was more worried about you feeling safe,” Quinn said.
“I feel safe with you,” Rachel said and leaned into Quinn’s ear and whispered, “I want to fuck you and Russell for your birthday.”
She pulled back, smiling, and bit her lip as she locked eyes with Quinn.
“Fuck,” Quinn took a deep breath to calm herself down. “Okay, good.”
“Well, on that note,” Rachel stood up. “I think I should go…sort of let us all chew on that for a while before we see each other again.”
“Right…and, I just want to repeat so you don’t worry, Rachel. I don’t have any actual romantic feelings for you anymore. This is strictly one night of depravity, fucking each other’s brains out all night, using each other’s bodies for pleasure. And, then it’s done. We’ll go back to being best friends,” Quinn finally became confident.
“Okay,” Rachel said, also confident.
Right then, one word was all she could say on the subject.
It was very un-Rachel like, but then again, Quinn knew already that Rachel had changed significantly since high school.
She was still Rachel but…different in a few major ways.
The air almost crackled with electricity.
“So…I’m gonna go. I’ll see you later?” Rachel said as she stood.
“Yeah,” Quinn stood, too, a little stunned at how easy that conversation had gone, at least at how easily Rachel had agreed. “And…thanks.”
“No, thank you for asking, Quinn. I—“ she paused. “You’ve always been the prettiest girl I knew, and I want to do this. No strings.”
“Okay,” Quinn said.
They stood silently for another few seconds, still feeling the energy.
“Okay, bye,” Rachel said and headed for the elevator.
“Bye,” Quinn stammered and just watched Rachel leave.
Quinn had just asked Rachel to have a dirty threesome with her and her father.
And, Rachel had agreed.
They were both buzzing with anticipation.

“Is Sarah going to be around for Valentine’s Day?” Quinn asked.
She and Lauren were walking Russ in the park in a stroller.
“Yes! And, I’ve got it all planned. I’ve reserved a room at the Plaza, the honeymoon suite, actually,” Lauren winked.
“You’re not gonna propose, are you?” Quinn smirked a little because she pretty much knew the answer.
“No, we’re not ready for marriage. I mean, I don’t want to just get engaged and expect that to fix everything, you know?” Lauren said.
“Yeah,” Quinn said.
“I mean, yes, eventually I think I want to marry Sarah,” Lauren bit her lip, a hint of uncertainty on her face, “but, I think, this is just a chance to start getting back on track.”
“Are you going to talk to her about how you feel when she’s away all the time?” Quinn asked.
“I hope so,” Lauren said, “I mean, Valentine’s Day isn’t necessarily the best time to talk about weaknesses in a relationship, but it’s not like I haven’t told her how upset I get. It’s just that we never have a chance to discuss it fully before she has to go away again.”
“Well…if you want my honest opinion, I think you’re right. You do need to talk about it, and it’s best to do it when you’ve got her undivided attention for a solid few hours. Even if it is Valentine’s Day. Being at the Plaza will, hopefully, soften the blow.”
Quinn laughed, because she imagined a room at the Plaza would go a long way to putting people in the right frame of mind to hear bad news.
“Yeah, but hopefully she’ll also be perfectly happy to talk about it,” Lauren smiled thinking about her girlfriend. “Sarah’s great. She just gets a one-track mind sometimes and forgets about everything else. And, I don’t expect her to stop her trips completely, or even at all if there’s another way. It is her job, and it’s a noble one. I just want to talk.”
“Then, I think there’s a good chance you’ll work it out. Compromise is good,” Quinn said.
“Yep…Now, tell me. What are your plans?” Lauren asked.
“Well…we have big plans for my birthday later in the month, top secret plans,” Quinn laughed at Lauren’s small pout, “But…we’ll do something special for Valentine’s Day, I’m sure. Russell is in charge of that, but I know they involve Rachel taking Russ for the evening.”
“Probably not a bad consolation prize for being single on Valentine’s Day. But about these top secret plans—“
“My lips are completely sealed,” Quinn said.
“Oh, I know. When you want to keep a secret, you do it,” Lauren scoffed good-naturedly. “What I was going to ask you was if you needed a babysitter. Rachel gets him all the time, and I know she’s his godmother because you’re such old friends. But still…Aunt Lauren, and maybe even Aunt Sarah, would love to have him around for an evening.”
“It’ll be all night, though.” Quinn laughed again at Lauren’s responding smirk. “Yep…anyway, could you do that? We could always pay the nanny for overtime, but if you really want—“
“I want…please? It’ll give me practice for, well, I’ll probably have to adopt at this stage of my life…but, hopefully, I’ll have a baby someday in the relatively near future,” Lauren pleaded her case.
“Okay. Obviously, okay. If you want him all night, we trust you completely,” Quinn said. “In fact, you’re one of three people in the world we trust will keep him completely safe, and we pay one of them.”
Lauren smiled.
"You better have fun, though."

“Fuck, what a way to celebrate Valentine’s Day,” Quinn breathed as Russell pounded his cock into her as she lay on the dining room table.
“Yeah…not exactly what I had in mind, oomph!” he grunted as he slammed into her again. “But, I guess I can’t resist you even when I try.”
They had actually gotten all dressed up for each other, and they were both still wearing most of it.
Quinn’s pretty, flowing red dress was around her waist, and her red panties were on the floor.
Russell had simply pulled down his pants and boxers past his butt.
All it had taken was to see Quinn walking into the dining room, a lady in red.
“Sex on legs,” he’d murmured as soon as he saw her.
Then he’d grabbed her around her waist and kissed her hard.
Thirty seconds later, they were on top of the table.
Russell thrust hard and, suddenly and without warning really, his balls twitched and released hot ropes of cum inside his beautiful girl.
“Fuck,” Quinn grunted when she felt the hot streams pour into her pussy.
She responded with her own orgasm, quick and intense, squeezing Russell’s cock hard until she felt the last drop of his seed fall inside of her.
“What do you say we eat, naked, in bed?” Russell asked.
“I say, yes please. You look great in a suit, but you look even better naked,” Quinn smiled.
“Would it be too cheesy if I say this dress looks spectacular on you but it would look even better on the floor?” Russell laughed because it sounded worse out loud.
“It would be damn sexy. That’s what it would be. I like caveman Russell Fabray, remember?” Quinn smiled.
“Good,” Russell kissed her again before climbing off the table and holding out his hand to help her up.
“We’ll have to make sure we clean the table,” Quinn said as she looked back at it to make sure there weren’t any obvious stains on it for Rachel or the nanny to see before they had a chance to sanitize it.
“Yeah…turn around, babe,” Russell whispered in Quinn’s ear.
She did, and he took hold of her zipper and slowly lowered it, kissing every inch of skin he exposed.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“Now, I want you to go get in bed, and don’t you have a stitch of material covering your body when I bring the food in, okay?” Russell whispered again in her ear.
He rubbed her naked ass a little as he spoke.
“Mmmm…yes, Daddy,” Quinn breathed.
She made her way to the bedroom, plucking her panties off the floor as she went, and did as she was told.
When they were finished sharing a plate of food on a tray in front of them with Quinn reclining against Russell’s chest, he leaned over and pulled an envelope out of the nightstand.
“Open this,” he said.
She flashed him a quizzical look but complied.
Inside, she found a fake ID. It looked just like her usual one, with the same picture of her.
Everything else was the same, too, except the name on it was ‘Quinn Miller’.
She made a face.
“What’s this for?” she asked.
“Look what else is in the envelope,” Russell said.
She looked and pulled out a packet of papers.
On the front page, centered at the top, it read: OFFICE OF CITY CLERK THE CITY OF NEW YORK MARRIAGE LICENSE APPLICATION
Quinn stared at it, and then she looked at the ID and then back at the papers.
“You mean…?” she said, softly, because if she said it too loud it might be a dream.
“Miller was your mother’s maiden name, and you’re much more suited to using it to get married than she was,” Russell said as he caressed Quinn’s stomach.
“You want to try to make our marriage legal?” Quinn asked.
She was just making sure.
It seemed that was what was happening, but surely it was too much of a risk, right?
“There are no required blood tests to get married in the state of New York…I checked We’ve gotten really good at being whoever we needed to be…and I just want us to be who we are, legally. Mr and Mrs. Russell and Quinn Fabray. What do you say, will you marry me…again?” Russell asked.
Quinn laid the papers on the nightstand quickly so she could turn to Russell.
“Yes, of course, Daddy…” she choked on her words and couldn’t say more because she had to kiss her father.
“We’ll have a birth certificate proving I’m you’re father and a marriage certificate proving I’m your husband,” Russell said, beaming like the proudest man in the world.
He probably was the proudest man alive.
Being Quinn Fabray's father and her husband had to mean he was doing something right.
“Hot,” Quinn murmured.
“Hot enough to ride me?” Russell asked.
“Uh-huh,” she answered, already lining his dick up with her pussy.
She sank down onto it, eyes closed, savoring the stretch.
She opened her eyes again and stared straight in her father’s eyes as she began a slow but hard grind.
Back and forth she moved, squeezing his dick inside her pussy.
Besides the yoga she’d continued, she was also doing intense workouts that had her body already practically to her pre-baby toned shape.
She knew her father appreciated that even though he couldn’t wait to see her pregnant again.
She wanted it, too.
It wasn’t like they were always trying, really. It’s just that the possibility always made sex better.
And, that possibility was always there.
Pregnant sex was fantastic, too, so it was a win all around.
“Suck my tits,” Quinn whispered as she continued to rock, with her hands moved from the bed to against the headboard on either side of Russell.
Russell took one large, round areola into his mouth and sucked it hard.
He moaned at the taste.
Then, he took the other one and sucked it.
He didn’t draw any milk because of the way he did it, but he imagined it.
Her tits were gorgeous, shaped to give milk.
“Your mouth is so good,” Quinn mumbled as she concentrated on bringing her husband, soon to be her legal husband, to orgasm.
She increased the power of her clamping onto his dick, and finally, he jerked up and unloaded a geyser of seed up into her pussy.
“Fuck,” Quinn gasped and squeezed, this time involuntarily, and gushed all over her father’s dick.
She kissed him hard, swirling their tongues, before falling against him with his dick still in her pussy.
“I can’t wait for my birthday,” Quinn said.

“To be honest, I don’t want to be drunk for this,” Rachel said loudly over the music as she leaned against the bar, facing Quinn.
Quinn was leaning as well, close, with Russell pressed up against her other side.
They’d all had time to think about the possibilities for the night, and the awkwardness was nonexistent.
“Neither do I…I want to remember it. But, maybe a few…do you want to dance?” Quinn asked.
“Yes…to both,” Rachel said, finishing her fruity drink.
“Come on,” Quinn grabbed Russell’s wrist to pull him to the dance floor.
He downed his scotch and put it down before he let her drag him with Rachel pulling her along to the floor.
The music was loud, not Russell’s usual kind of music.
But, he could definitely get used to watching Quinn dance with Rachel like that.
He faced them, bouncing slightly to the driving beat as Rachel raised her arms to the driving but fairly slow electronic beat.
Quinn and Russell locked eyes over Rachel, and Quinn mouthed a ‘wow’.
Rachel could really use those hips…
“Oh my god,” Quinn gasped into Rachel’s ear when she came back up from a low shimmy and back up.
“You like that?” Rachel asked loudly as Quinn wrapped her arms around her waist.
“I do,” Quinn said, honestly a little speechless.
“What about you, Russell?” Rachel asked as she placed her hand on his chest and slid it down, down, do—
She stopped just before his crotch and smirked before continuing to dance.
“Do you want my Daddy’s cock tonight, Rachel?” Quinn asked, loosening her grip and resting her hands on Rachel’s magical hips.
“I do,” Rachel shuddered.
“How do you want it?” Quinn asked.
“Multiple times…raw and hard …and after it’s been inside you,” Rachel said.
“Oh, my god,” Quinn gasped.
“What do you want, Quinn?” Rachel asked.
“I want your pussy in my mouth,” Quinn said.
“Fuck, yes,” Rachel answered.
She shimmied down and up again, then turned.
Quinn rested her hands back on Rachel’s hips as Rachel wrapped her arms around her neck.
Russell knew he wasn’t the best dancer in the world, but he knew what he wanted right then.
He moved closer and made a Rachel Berry sandwich, swaying the best he could to the rhythm.
He was in awe of both the girls’ moves. He couldn’t possibly keep up, but he was confident enough that he wouldn’t look ridiculous.
“Mmmm…what’s that poking me in the ass?” Rachel asked.
“It’s my hard on,” Russell said.
“Mmm, that’s what I thought. What are we going to do about it?” she asked.
“We could go back to our place and have one more drink there,” Quinn said. “Then we could, frankly, do whatever the hell we want.”
“Let’s do that…I want to see this thing. It feels pretty big,” Rachel said and reached behind her to cup his crotch. “Holy shit, that feels nice.”
“It’s even better once it’s set free,” Quinn said with a smirk.
She moved them fluidly, dancing still, through the crowd to the edge of the dance floor so they could gather their coats and find a cab.
The cab ride was…interesting.
They certainly didn’t give the driver a show, but their hands weren’t exactly in their laps…at least not in their owners’ laps.
They hovered close in the elevator, aware of the camera.
Then, they finally let their hands roam as soon as they were safely in the Fabray apartment.
It was fairly tame to begin with as they made their way to the living room where the liquor cabinet was.
Rachel folded herself into Quinn’s arms as Russell pulled out the makings of whatever drinks his dates for the evening wanted.
“What’ll you have, Rachel?” Russ asked.
“Something with a little vodka in it,” she replied. “Happy birthday, Quinn.”
She turned her head and pecked Quinn’s lips for the first time.
“Wow,” Quinn breathed.
“Yeah, wow,” Rachel beamed.
“Here you go. And, for you, baby, scotch and soda as usual,” Russell said.
“Always a Fabray,” Quinn said as she had a moment of self-consciousness about drinking such a “masculine” drink.
“There’s nothing at all wrong with a girl liking her scotch,” Rachel said.
Quinn smiled but downed it quickly.
She wrapped her arms around Rachel’s waist again as Russell sat next to them.
“You know, we usually don’t wear anything when we’re alone at home. Do you want to be an honorary participant in the clothing ban for the night?” Quinn asked.
“Really? You mean, every time you’re home and no one’s around, you’re…naked?” Rachel asked.
“Yep…but that’s for your ears only. No one else has to know,” Russell said.
“Wow…okay. Who am I to say no,” she said and stood up.
She stood before Russell and Quinn in her fuck-me heels, bare legs and tight, thigh-length dress…
Then it was on the floor.
“Holy shit,” Quinn breathed.
“Fuck,” Russell said and downed the rest of his drink.
“You like?” she smiled.
“Mhm,” Quinn and Russell grunted simultaneously.
“You still hard, there, Russell?” Rachel purred as she leaned over him and dropped her bra.
She brushed her hand over his crotch as he took in an eyeful of Rachel’s frankly stupendous rack.
“Uh-huh,’ mouth hanging open.
Once she was up again and pulling down her panties, he stood up and pulled off his jacket, then his pants.
Meanwhile, Quinn was down to nothing really quickly, eyes glued to Rachel sliding her panties off and then her naked pussy.
She moved behind Rachel and wrapped her arms around her from behind again.
"You're even hotter than I ever imagined," she pointed at Russell's dick as it sprung free, “I think we should share that.”
“Mm, wow, yes please.”
“Sit down, Daddy. Let us have some fun,” Quinn said.
“Something tells me I’m gonna have a lot of fun, too,” Russell said.
Maybe it was one of those stupid things you say when in this kind of situation, but it was true.
Russell sat down.
They had avoided leather on the couch for just these kinds of occasions…not threesomes specifically but sex in general.
It was soft but sturdy.
They rarely had actual sex on it, but they were often naked. Leather was not good for that.
Once Russell was settled on the couch, Rachel and Quinn sank to their knees.
Quinn leaned up and kissed her father.
Rachel just went for it.
“Fuck!” Russell gasped as Rachel swallowed him practically all the way down…further than Quinn ever could.
“I have no gag reflex,” Rachel beamed.
“Why didn’t we do this before?” Quinn asked.
“I don’t know, but let’s not dwell on that. I intend to enjoy the one chance I get,” Rachel said.
She went back to his dick, this time bobbing up and down, up and down.
Quinn, meanwhile, joined her between her father’s legs, fluttering the tip of her tongue on his balls.
She also brought her hand up to graze them.
At the same time, with her other hand, she squeezed Rachel’s ass.
She moaned as soon as she felt the soft, firm flesh.
Rachel released Russell’s dick and leaned over towards Quinn.
She cupped the back of Quinn’s neck and kissed her passionately.
Their tongues danced as sensuously as their bodies had at the club.
Quinn tasted her father on Rachel’s tongue, and her pussy tingled.
But, it was also surprising how much better Rachel was at kissing than she even imagined.
“We’ve abandoned our mission,” Quinn smiled.
Rachel giggled, and they refocused on Russell.
This time, both went for his balls first.
Rachel let out a quiet, “fuck,” as soon as she got a taste.
It made Quinn smile because, yeah, they were amazing.
She was happy to share tonight.
Quinn moved up, took her husband’s dick and sucked it hard into her mouth.
Then, she passed it over to Rachel who put it in her mouth.
Quinn licked the base, then took her turn with it in her mouth again.
Finally, they both licked up one side and met at the top, mingling their tongues, obscenely, at the top.
The sight of his daughter and her friend, who was even a little younger than Quinn, sharing his cock and swirling their tongues together put up him at the edge.
“I’m gonna blow,” he warned.
Rachel, lightning-quick, swallowed his dick again.
The warmth of her mouth tipped him over the edge, and Rachel swallowed it all effortlessly.
“Damn,” Quinn whispered.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I just really wanted to taste it,” Rachel said, genuinely apologetic.
“Oh…I’m so not upset about that. I get to taste him anytime I want. And, seriously, that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” Quinn said.
This time, she cupped the back of Rachel’s neck and kissed her, to lick the remaining cum off her tongue.
“Let’s move this to the bed,” Quinn said when they took a breath.
Rachel hopped up and started prancing into the bedroom.
“Hurry up!” she called.
Quinn and Russell chuckled.
“Happy birthday, baby. Having fun?” Russell said as he stood and scooped Quinn up into his arms.
She laughed and squealed.
“Yep…um, do we have a sexy, naked Rachel Berry in our bedroom?” she asked.
“It would seem so,” Russell smiled.
“Then, let’s go. What are we waiting for?”
Russell carried Quinn into the room and almost dropped her at the sight that greeted them.
Rachel was lying, legs spread, two fingers inside her pussy.
“What took you so long?” she asked and pulled her fingers how to suck them dry.
“Fuck,” Quinn immediately began to breathe heavily with her suddenly spiked arousal.
As soon as her feet were on the floor, she climbed up on the bed between Rachel legs.
She kissed Rachel, tasting a hint of her pussy juices on her tongue.
“Where was this Rachel in high school?” Quinn asked against Rachel’s lips.
Russell climbed up on the bed and began stroking his cock because he wanted to get back in this mix as soon as possible.
“She was buried under an ego the size of Montana with healthy doses of body and mommy issues,” she said.
“Well, please, thank whatever therapist helped you get through that,” Quinn said before diving back in for another kiss.
She reached down and rubbed Rachel’s pussy lips, just feeling it for a while, then pulled back.
“Come on, Daddy. Fuck me,” she said.
Russell scooted up behind Quinn as she shifted to give him access.
Russell pushed his dick into Quinn’s pussy and fucked her as she hovered over Rachel.
Quinn devoured Rachel’s mouth, sucking her tongue, licking the roof of her mouth, swirling their tongues together…
Then, she moved on to her breasts.
Rachel scooted up a bit to make it easier because she couldn’t wait to feel Quinn’s mouth on her tits.
“Fuck,” Rachel breathed. “I knew you’d be good at that.”
“Your tits are mind blowing, Rachel.” Quinn panted between stabs of pleasure from Russell’s slamming into her, hard.
She kept herself up with one hand and moved the other to Rachel’s belly…
“So soft,”
Then, she slid over her navel to Rachel’s drenched pussy.
“Fuck, you’re wet. How close are you to coming?” she asked.
“I’ll probably squeeze your fingers as soon as you put them inside,” Quinn said.
“How many?” Quinn asked.
“Three…I need a good stretching,” Rachel answered, breathing heavily from all that had happened so far.
She wasn’t tired, just turned on possibly more than she ever had been.
Honestly, she couldn’t wait to have that dick inside her pussy.
Quinn made a triangle with her first three fingers and slowly pushed in.
“Fuck!!!” she gasped at feeling Rachel’s pussy stretch for her.
It was so silky smooth, except for a few ridges that felt so good stretching around her fingers.
“Her cunt’s so good, Daddy,” she said.
All the while, Russell kept fucking Quinn and enjoying what he was watching.
It was such a turn on but also helped him focus on something other than Quinn’s spectacular pussy, so he could last longer.
But, hearing his daughter talk about another girl’s pussy like that set him off.
He jerked forward, snapping his hips and emptying his balls fast and hard into Quinn.
The long, thick ropes of his cum shot out of him so fast, he was done within seconds.
He pulled out.
“Come here, I want to get your hard, quickly,” Rachel demanded immediately.
He moved up beside both girls, and Rachel too his dick in her hand and stroked him fast and hard.
She took one lick up the length of his cock’s underside.
“You’re delicious, Russell.”
Her tongue did the trick of getting him hard again.
“Put it inside me,” Rachel ordered.
Quinn climbed off Rachel so she could watch him slide his dick into another girl for the first time.
Russell took one of Rachel’s legs and put it up on his shoulder and drove his cock in fast and balls deep.
“Shit…I can feel your juices inside me, Quinn,” Rachel gasped.
“Fuck…that’s dirty,” Quinn said.
Rachel was gorgeous as her face shone with pleasure, and she moaned at feeling the slide of Russell’s dick.
Quinn leaned down and kissed Rachel.
Then she stood up on her knees and kissed Russell as he started to drive hard into Rachel, pushing her leg back to stretch out even further.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Rachel chanted, “So good.”
Rachel reached over and stuck one finger inside Quinn and probed inside her.
She pulled it out, and it had a little of Russell’s cum on it.
She put it in her mouth, and Russell lost it.
He didn’t want to blow already, but Rachel was just so bold, reckless and so damn hot.
He thrust hard meeting Rachel’s pelvis with his and unloaded huge globs of cum inside of her pussy.
He dropped Rachel’s leg to the bed and pulled out.
They all watched cum drip out of Rachel, and moaned.
Russell collapsed onto the bed, exhausted for the moment, but Quinn was just getting started.
She wanted to feel that pussy on hers, so she climbed up, lined their cunts together and lowered her pussy lips onto Rachel’s.
Russell’s juices were sticking to both of their pussies, and it sent shockwaves through them both when they felt it.
“Fuck,” Rachel gasped and jerked up into Quinn.
Quinn rocked down, and they had a rhythm.
Up and down, up and down, pushing and rubbing against each other until, finally, Rachel reached down and brushed both their clits at the same time.
They both squirted…all over each other and the sheets.
It was a mess they continued to lie in as they fucked all night.
Quinn and Rachel each took two more loads before morning, and they had their share of pussy, too.
Rachel woke up with a smile on her face and the best ache in her pussy.
She got up and took a shower.
By the time Russell and Quinn woke up, Rachel was dressed and made breakfast for them.
They enjoyed the morning together, as friends, with the night before warmly tucked into their memory banks.
They’d never do it again, but none of them would ever regret it.
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