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Note: Plot by mymyself19, smut by me.
Life couldn’t get any better for Quinn.
In fact, she had to pinch herself every morning just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.
She hadn’t been happier ever.
She’d had had her moments here and there, mostly in her father’s arms and with her dear friends, but this, this was on a whole different level.
Santana and Brittany had thrived in Boston.
Santana relaxed because they didn’t have to worry about closed-minded bigots, which meant Brittany was ecstatic.
And Brittany’s happiness made Santana happy… unending circle.
Being associated with the Fabrays didn’t hurt either.
They loved the freedom Boston offered them.
Two decades had passed since Russell had last set foot in the city, but his stamp was ever present.
William had continued his work, and Russell had made sure to get regular updates. So, he knew what was going on there.
But now he was there in person, ready to pour all his energy into the bigger, busier city.
The time away was beneficial for another reason: very few people remembered him.
They knew Quinn and Russell were Fabrays, but they could walk down the street unrecognized.
No one batted an eye when Russell and Quinn walked the streets holding hands.
It was a dream come true.
They could act like the newly-engaged couple they were and instead of judgment, people offered congratulations and best wishes.
A dream indeed.
The baby was healthy.
Quinn was glowing now that they knew the baby was free of any genetic problems stemming from its parentage.
And Russell, he was in heaven.
He still pinched himself every time Quinn kissed him in public.
He would panic for a moment and then realize no one cared.
If they only knew…
He got hard every time.
All in all, things were going smoothly.
The only snag in the perfect transition from small town to big city was finding a suitable place to live.
Santana and Brittany moved into the perfect place as soon as they arrived.
The place that Russell picked online for him and Quinn, though, turned out much smaller than it appeared on his computer screen.
At the look of disappointment on Quinn’s face, he realized he should have just asked Will to find them a place in person.
As soon as the man realized what had happened, Will took the bull by the horns and set about finding the newly-engaged couple a place to live.
It was his engagement present for them.
They had to move in with Will until he found the perfect place.
Will couldn’t wait to be a granddad, and Russell and Quinn were more than grateful and happy to be with Will again.
But living with Will meant Russell and Quinn couldn’t recreate the baby making process.
Agony doesn’t begin to describe the sexual frustration due to the close quarters.
They had to sneak around just to have a quickie and even then it usually meant they had to be quiet because they didn’t want Will to hear.
They loved to talk and moan and scream while they fucked, and so this was keeping a lid on their enjoyment.
Oh, quick and dirty was, well, dirty, and they loved that.
But, they couldn’t fully express how much they loved it, and that added to the frustration.
They had to have every meal with Will and had to be available at a moment’s notice to look at whatever potential house or penthouse Will had to show them.
And Russell was in demand now that he was back in Boston running the Fabray Enterprises concerns there.
They finally understood the advantages of Lima, Ohio.
The advantages of Boston far outweighed the advantages of Lima, but they definitely couldn’t wait to get their own place and settle into their schedules so they could find time to… well, fuck.
Meanwhile, anywhere and anytime were appropriate to copulate.
Nudity was not required… only effectiveness.
Usually, they needed only a wall where Quinn could lean against, and Russell could lower his zipper just enough to free his dick to impale his daughter’s almost continuously wet pussy until he shot his load in her.
She would come, too, because his thrusts were hard and fast, just like she liked.
Quinn was wearing dresses exclusively by then because of the heat.
Russell loved Quinn’s dresses.
Quinn’s legs, still slender and strong because of her yoga regimen, were always on display.
What wasn’t to like, and there was no telling when Russell would push her up against one of those walls, lift up the day’s dress and drive his cock into her.
She loved it… it was a never-ending cycle, but, again, they couldn’t fully appreciate it.
But they managed because they knew eventually they’d find their perfect home.
***
Quinn and Santana viewed college as a means to an end.
They both knew where they were headed, and college was a next step toward those goals.
They both had steady, forever relationships, so they weren’t looking for experimentation or the usual college parties.
They lived, or would live, in their own homes with their partners, so they didn’t need dorms.
No, college was simply a necessary means to an end.
Santana was headed into the Fabray family business, and Quinn was headed to her own career in business, her own business.
She didn’t need the money, but she wanted to do it anyway.
Russell had raised her, when he was just her daughter, to be fiercely independent.
So, she would be as soon as she found her passion, but she knew she’d find it.
Brittany was misunderstood at MIT, like she was misunderstood by most people in most places.
It was a rare person who appreciated the unique combination of genius, simplicity and sweetness that was Brittany S. Pierce.
None of Brittany’s classmates appreciated her, and she tried to suffer in silence.
She loved MIT, and, other than a dance studio, it was the one place away from Santana that she knew she belonged.
Santana knew Brittany, though, and she soon figured something was wrong.
She didn’t take it lightly, either.
Her baby deserved to have a remarkable college experience, and she’d be damned if she didn’t have it.
She knew Brittany wouldn’t want her help, but she had to help her girl.
One day, Santana dropped by to pick up Brittany, found her classroom and watched as the class disbanded.
It made her angry, but at least she knew what was really going on.
She dropped the Fabray name strategically, and a couple of expulsions, a resignation and just a little bit of bloodshed later, Brittany was as happy as a clam.
Word of Santana’s involvement didn’t even make it out of the private room where Santana met with the president of the institute and its board of trustees.
So, Brittany was none the wiser, but now she had friends.
The cherry on top was Brittany’s fingers buried deep inside her every night she came home so happy.
***
After his initial blunder, Russell found his footing in Boston.
He invested in a building that would serve as the new Fabray Headquarters with enough space for thousands of dollars a month in rent from other businesses.
Now, it was time to begin grooming Santana in earnest.
Will had had a good life, and Emma had helped him move the family business toward legitimacy.
He wanted Emma to be safe, and his old way of doing business had been putting her in harm’s way constantly.
Russell had fully legitimized the business, and now Santana was going to take over.
Once, Fabray Enterprises was a thriving business that served a purpose but made the Fabray family lots of enemies.
Now, Santana was going to take over a mostly respected, completely above board business.
Sure, there was the occasional shady deal, but the police had great incentive to look the other way.
And, Russell never involved himself in the dirty game of politics.
He had other people do any dirty work necessary.
The building he bought had one more little perk.
Well, maybe it wasn’t so little.
His top-floor office was huge and surrounded by windows with a nice view of his city.
It also provided the solitude to engage in activities of a more intimate nature.
So, once Russell was working regularly, when Quinn wasn’t in class, she was often on her knees with Russell’s dick in her mouth as he sat on his spacious couch with the door locked.
Those blowjobs and the quick fucks were all that was holding them together.
It wasn’t nearly enough.
Quinn and their baby were his top priority, above all, though, and that’s why he took the added precaution of hiring a security detail for Quinn.
Finn Hudson was Quinn’s personal bodyguard.
Will knew Finn as a tall and lumbering dull, often thick-skulled kid who understood the job better than anyone.
That made all the difference.
He was also fiercely loyal to Will, and so Russell knew Quinn was in the best of hands.
***
Before Quinn was born, Russell was too occupied learning the Fabray business to be at doctor’s appointments and things. He left Judy to handle it all by herself.
This time, though, he wanted to be a part of everything.
He took Quinn to every checkup, test and examination and held her hand the entire time.
He was giddy with excitement.
He had loved Quinn’s mother, but he was in love with Quinn… ridiculously so.
And having a baby with his soul mate filled his heart to overflowing with happiness.
He wanted to enjoy the whole experience as if it was the first time.
In a very real way, it was.
Quinn had clearly become so much more than a daughter to him.
When the doctor told them they were having a baby boy, he somehow became happier.
A boy.
He was so proud.
He was going to make sure he was the happiest kid in the world.
And he was going to teach him to protect his mama.
Quinn showed her own pride and appreciation of her little boy’s father that night.
They got a hotel room because, damn it, they needed to express themselves, loudly.
With their excitement still on high levels, they went shopping the next day.
Now that they knew what they were expecting, they could choose gender-appropriate clothes and nursery decorations.
Quinn knew the value of letting her child express himself freely, but Russell was a little old-fashioned.
He wanted to raise a man.
And, Quinn could allow, and even appreciate, that as long as he didn’t go overboard.
They chose to go to one of the larger baby department stores and not a small boutique because they knew they hadn’t gotten nearly all their sexual frustrations out the night before.
And, they knew anything could happen, and they needed to be able to be just a little bit stealthy at least.
They chose a bassinet and a crib.
But between the rows and rows of paint colors, they got hot.
Thankfully, the shelves were tall and sturdy, so when Russell pushed Quinn up against a rack of paint colors, only a few multicolored panels fell to the floor.
“Shit!” Quinn gasped as she quickly found her panties down around her thighs.
Russell was being particularly bold.
There was no way if anyone turned the corner that they’d be able to separate and hide what they were doing.
It made it that much hotter.
They didn’t want Will to catch them, but the possibility of strangers catching them was hot.
Russell quickly thrust two fingers inside Quinn’s cunt.
“I love your pussy” Russell whispered in Quinn’s ear as he thrust and pulled at Quinn’s insides. “It’s so silky and tight and wet.”
“I can’t wait to spend an entire day naked in our own home,” Quinn moaned, trying to stay as quiet as possible at the feeling of her father’s fingers deep inside her.
“You are such a dirty girl, baby. Do you like having your father’s fingers fucking you in the middle of the store where anyone could see you?” Russell whispered, breathless and hard.
“Yes, Daddy. Harder. Shit!” she almost screamed as Russell’s fingertip brushed a particularly sensitive ridge inside her pussy. “I miss the feeling of your chest on my back while your dick is pounding me hard.”
Russell moaned as his dick hardened painfully.
He wasn’t sure they’d be able to take care of it, but right then he didn’t care.
Just as Quinn sometimes took as much pleasure in feeling Russell cum as in her own orgasm, so did he.
Men, however, did have physical needs to take care of when they were aroused, and Russell would have to cum eventually.
“God, you are so hot. I miss licking your tits while you ride me. Come for Daddy,” Russell groaned into Quinn’s ear.
Russell’s dirty talk sent Quinn over the edge.
She bit her lip as hard as possible to avoid letting out the guttural scream that threatened to escape.
Russell, right against her, erection poking her thigh even through their clothes, just felt so good…
Their primal urges sated for now, they fixed their clothes and finished their shopping.
At this point, they were even considering that shoebox they had first seen.
***
Finally, a few days later, Will had found the proverbial needle in a haystack.
It was a huge restored and expanded colonial home with a wraparound porch.
It was away from the hustle and bustle of the city with five acres of land surrounding it.
It was big, even bigger than the one they lived in Lima.
It was a two-floor open-plan mansion, with five bedrooms, two dens, a large living room, commercial-sized but homey kitchen and six bathrooms.
The back of the house opened to a marvelous garden with a pool.
It was perfect for living, just the two of them, and for an expanding family with room for social events to boot.
As soon as Quinn set foot on the grounds and saw the house, she knew she was home.
Will had found the perfect place, and the long wait had been worth it.
Russell was surprised at how he liked it too, even though his only requirement was that Quinn loved it.
It was also close to both Will and the Lopez-Pierce residences.
But, the best part was all that land… it gave them the chance to fuck hard and loud with no one else around to worry about.
There was a time and a place for public sex, but right now they needed to let loose and fuck.
They moved in immediately.
Brittany and Santana helped, but as soon as the last box and piece of furniture was in place, Russell and Quinn pushed them and Will out the door.
Quinn asked their family not to contact either of them for at least three days.
She wasn’t exactly polite about it, but they all understood.
It was time to break in the new house.
As soon as the door was closed, Quinn was flat against the door.
Five seconds later, her panties were on the floor.
Five seconds after that, Russell was pumping his dick so hard in and out of Quinn, she was afraid she’d break the door down.
Fifteen minutes after that, Russell shot his first load deep into Quinn's pussy.
“Hot damn,” Quinn panted as the cum dripped out of her pussy and down her thigh.
They didn’t bother to clean it up, and they didn’t stop all night.
The next day, they picked up where they’d left off at dawn.
Quinn was five months pregnant, and her belly was just right for fucking.
It protruded, and Russell could kiss it and lick it and wrap his arms around it.
But, it didn’t get in the way when Quinn wanted to wrap her legs around his hips and ride her father’s big cock until he shot another huge load up into her hungry cunt.
And, it didn’t get in the way when he laid her down on the bed, when they finally made it there the night they moved in and pushed her knees up to her tits and hammered into her until she, again, overflowed with his cum.
The bed was a mess.
As they lay in the mess and the afterglow, Quinn almost knocked Russell out with the sound of her sinful voice saying the most wonderful, dirty things.
“Until Monday, I want you to put your big dick in me whenever you want… It doesn’t matter where we are or what I’m doing as long as I’m not asleep, you don’t have to ask or warn me. Just do it,” Quinn said.
“Does that mean I can’t wake you with my tongue?” he asked.
“Absolutely not… you should know by now you can do whatever you want with your tongue,” she said, yawning.
She was soon asleep.
Russell, on the other hand, was hard at Quinn’s words… he didn’t sleep for another hour and not before he took care of himself, splashing more cum onto Quinn’s body.
The next morning, Quinn was washing her face at the sink after her shower when Russell entered the bathroom.
“Fuck!” she gasped as Russell slid his dick snuggly inside her pussy from behind and wrapped his arms around her.
“Yeah, fuck,” he mumbled in her ear. “Are you ready for another pounding?”
She bent over, with his arms still around her waist and looked back at him in the mirror.
“What do you think?” she smirked.
With his arms still around her waist, he began thrusting, pulling her back and pushing his dick in on every inward stroke.
“Shit… I love this angle,” Quinn breathed. “Every inch of your cock is touching me inside.”
As he pulled her body into him, he laid his chest against her back so they were connected almost completely from head to toe.
“God, I missed that… I love you,” Quinn gasped.
“I love you so much, Quinnie,” Russell responded.
He loosened one arm to move a hand to her rather prominent bump and rubbed it as he continued to thrust.
“Your belly is so sexy, baby.”
Thrust…
Thrust…
Thrust…
He moved the hand down lower and lower on each thrust until he pinched her clit.
“Shit, yes!” she screamed and squeezed his cock in her first orgasm of the day.
But, he managed to hold his off.
He pulled her to her feet and pulled out.
Quinn whimpered until she found her back landing roughly against the closed bathroom door.
She barely adjusted before Russell pulled her leg around his ass and put his cock was back inside her pussy.
“Fuck… that’s where your dick belongs… fuck,” Quinn was becoming incoherent with the pleasure of her father’s dick sliding along her pussy walls.
She used her leg to bring their lower bodies together in a slow, sharp, steady rhythm until finally they were both on the edge again.
“Just a little more,” Quinn grunted on every harsh thrust.
Russell moved his hands from the door to Quinn’s ass and squeezed, adding his arms to the combination of strength they were using to fuck each other.
And it worked.
With one hard thrust that had Quinn’s back hitting the door hard, Russell unloaded his balls deep inside Quinn.
“Oh…. Yesssssssss!” Quinn moaned as she felt the hot seed hitting her deepest parts.
It sent her into another orgasm, and suddenly they needed nourishment.
Quinn dragged Russell immediately after breakfast to one of the guest bedrooms.
It was smaller but had a queen size bed, smaller than theirs but easily big enough for them both.
Quinn quickly shed her robe and draped herself on her back on the edge of the bed.
She propped herself up on her elbows.
“Show me your dick,” she ordered.
Russell opened his robe.
“Fuck, it’s so long and beautiful,” Quinn breathed.
“And still hasn’t been cleaned off,” he answered, smirking.
“Let’s keep it that way, shall we?”
She brought one foot up onto the bed bent to unashamedly bare her pussy to her father’s gaze.
That long, beautiful dick sprung to life so fast, it practically slapped Russell in the stomach.
“Mmmm… someone likes the view,” Quinn hummed.
“You really have no idea how much,” Russell exhaled. “Your cunt is so hot.”
Quinn was in charge at the moment, but he moved back to the wall because Quinn made him weak in the knees.
She hadn’t even touched him yet.
She noticed he was having a hard time standing up, and she decided to tease him a little… and make sure he knew what he was in for for the rest of the day.
“You do realize that your cock is gonna have to be hard most of the next two days, right?”
Russell swallowed.
“Uh-huh.”
“And, you do know you’re gonna have to fuck me in every room of this house before the end of the day tomorrow, right?”
“Uh-huh,” Russell swallowed again, his breath quickening.
“What do you want to do right now?” Quinn asked.
“I want to bend you like a pretzel and bury my cock in your pussy as far as it’ll go,” Russell said through heavy breaths.
“Fuck, what are you waiting for?” Quinn gasped.
Almost before she was finished, he gripped her thighs tightly in his palms and spread her legs straight up in the air and as wide as they could go.
Then, he stabbed her pussy with his cock… hard.
He pushed one of her legs up towards her chest and the other out so his cock had plenty of room to drive into Quinn.
“You’re soaked,” Russell observed.
“Some of that is you,” Quinn said, through puffs of breath as Russell’s thrusts knocked the breath out of her.
She was right, but when Quinn got turned on, she got really, really wet.
Right then, though, juices were practically pouring from her onto Russell’s cock as he drove and drove into her.
The wet sounds that filled the room as Russell held Quinn’s legs apart and once again slid his dick along her pussy walls were obscene.
“Shit, harder, Daddy… harder!” Quinn screamed.
He couldn’t believe she wanted it harder, but he was sure as shit going to give it to her.
He pushed both legs apart just the slightest bit more and slowed his rhythm so he could fuck his daughter’s brains out.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
As he drew back on every thrust, the nasty wet splash sounded.
It was music…
Russell let Quinn’s legs go and grabbed her hips instead.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and helped him thrust.
He couldn’t last long after that.
Finally, he leaned over and stuck his tongue down Quinn’s throat and released huge wads of semen into her pussy.
“Fu—Shit!” Quinn screamed as she wrenched her mouth way, feeling his hot load shoot inside and melt into the pool of her own juices.
It was an amazing sensation that made her squeeze his cock hard in her own orgasm.
She couldn’t say if she squirted because there was already so much wetness, but she wouldn’t bet against it.
“Fuck!”
Russell couldn’t stand anymore.
He was barely able to pull out before he collapsed next to Quinn.
He had enough energy, though, to reach down and collect some of their juices from inside of Quinn’s pussy and spread it over her stomach.
They scooted up to take a nap.
Two hours later, they were at it again.
Quinn woke first and stroked her father hard.
On a particularly hard squeeze of his balls, he woke up.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
“That’s exactly right… as soon as you’re hard, we’re taking this to the kitchen and you’re gonna sit me up on the counter and bang the shit out of me,” she husked in his ear.
He did… then took her to the downstairs bathroom…
His office…
Her office…
Their porch was large, and they had furnished it with some nice large padded chairs… not a bed exactly but chairs definitely large enough for, well, fucking.
Finally, they ended up lying naked on the patio sofa… after she rode him like a stallion, of course.
“Mmmmm…. let’s sleep out here tonight, just like this” she said as she settled into his arms.
The weather was nice and warm, but they had a blanket just in case.
Who needed clothes?
They had plenty of privacy, and they’d be back at it bright and early anyway.
Life couldn’t get any better.
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