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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 25, and her life was a dream.
Some of it was literally unreal, but in a lot of ways, she’d found the only real way for her to live.
She’d graduated from NYU at the top of her class with a B.A. degree in English.
Straight out of college, she landed a job editing for a top publishing firm with flexible hours to spend plenty of time at home with her perfect husband and three beautiful children.
She really was married to genuinely the only person she ever could truly be happy with because he was the only person she ever could love like she did.
Rachel was proof she was a very sexually aware person, but Russell Fabray was her ideal.
And, there were so many things about her family background that could have sent her down a path of empty obligation like her mother lived.
But, somehow, God had seen fit to give her what she wanted.
So it was that Quinn Fabray’s life was perfect…
And she was naked in bed with her perfect man.
Russell was still an Adonis.
His hairline was receding, yes, but she liked it. He was more handsome than Bruce Willis ever was.
He was still as sexy and virile and fertile as ever.
Once in a while, he needed a little help to get started, but she, frankly, liked helping him get it up better than when he got hard just looking at her.
That did wonders for her ego, but there were other ways to use his cock to show her how hot she was.
And, he certainly knew and did all of them.
So, she’d done research, and she was delighted when she found the answer to when he needed help.
She was doing it right then.
She lay between Russell’s spread legs, his semi-hard dick in one hand, sucking and fondling his balls.
They twitched under her tongue, and she was in heaven.
Fucking made her sex life complete, but licking her father’s balls made it that much better.
“Mmmm, delicious,” Quinn moaned as she moved to lick the seam of Russell’s scrotum from bottom to top.
“Fuck, Quinn, you’re amazing,” Russell gasped.
She crawled up her father’s naked body, licking his hard abs, kissing his broad chest, until she was looking in his eyes.
She was still brushing his balls with her fingers because she just had to feel them right then.
“Your body turns me on. There’s a spot on the bed from where my pussy gushed onto it,” she said.
She kissed him hard, invading his mouth with her tongue.
“I love tasting you and touching you…almost as much as I like fucking you, Daddy,” she growled.
As quickly as she’d appeared in his vision, she was back to trying to take as much of her daddy’s ball sac in her mouth as she could at once.
She moaned at the taste.
Russell was writhing and moaning, and his dick was twitching at his daughter’s masterly touch.
Quinn licked across the sac from one soft but firm ball to the other. Then, she kissed a trail back the other direction.
Then she sucked, again, one nut then the other into her mouth.
She was essentially making out with her father’s scrotum, and her pussy was flooding more and more from the experience.
The spot on the sheet was growing.
“I need to be fucked,” she breathed.
She didn’t want to stop licking him, but Russell’s cock was finally hard.
She ran her spread pussy lips up and down the underside of his dick a couple of times before quickly sinking down onto his cock.
“Holy fuck,” Russell gasped. “My daughter has the best cunt.”
She bent over and kissed him, and soon their moans filled the room.
This positon was amazing for both of them, but Quinn loved the control.
She ground down onto Russell’s dick, side-to-side and in a circular motion.
She’d learned the move and adapted it from watching stripper instructional videos on YouTube.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Russell was overwhelmed at the feel of his dick making small circles around her pussy walls
“So wet…so warm…so sexy,” he chanted.
Watching the sexiest woman in the world, his daughter, his wife, bump and grind on his cock…
He needed his hands on her.
He grabbed her moving hips to add the feeling of her soft skin to the other sensations she was giving him.
After another minute, he needed to feel their bodies together, completely.
He pulled her down to his chest flattening the tits he’d been watching sway and bounce down onto his chest and kissed her hard.
The new angle made Quinn’s pussy hug her father’s dick more tightly as it jerked against her cervix.
“You do me so good,” Quinn panted.
“You’re doing all the work, baby,” Russell breathed against his lover’s lips.
“You always make me feel good,” Quinn said.
She lay her face into his neck and rocked back and forth, back and forth, feeling his cock slide along her cunt, sending them both closer and closer to orgasm.
But, she had one more thing to do before she took his load.
She sat back up and resumed her grinding for a few seconds before she deftly swiveled, like the dancer she always was, until her back was facing her father and her hands were on his thighs.
His dick never left her pussy.
“Fuck!” she cried
Feeling that long cock turn inside of her was so surprisingly mind blowing that it set off her intense orgasm.
Her cunt squeezed Russell’s dick and gushed all over it.
“Wow,” she panted.
She hadn’t expected to have an orgasm from just that, and, right then, she was immensely glad she was a woman and had the capacity for multiple orgasms.
“Shit,” Russell gasped from the overload of sensations his dick literally rotating inside of her gave him.
Quinn was rendering him even more inarticulate as she usually did during sex.
He refocused because the sight of his dick plunging into her as she bounced up and down onto it again was something worthy of his concentration.
As she leaned over his legs to give him a better view, he reached down and squeezed her ass helping her up and down.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…give me your load, Daddy…please!” Quinn begged.
Hearing Quinn begging for his cum was all he needed.
For the first time since they’d gotten into bed, he moved his body, jerking up and erupting inside of Quinn’s pussy.
It sent another orgasm crashing into Quinn, and this time, she squirted all over his crotch, his legs and the sheets.
Added to the juices she’d already left, it was a mess
But it was the kind of mess they always seemed to happily make.
Quinn lowered herself backwards until Russell could hold her around the waist.
His dick slipped out of her pussy. Quinn whimpered, and Russell gasped a little at the feeling.
And, the mess grew even more as cum poured out of her in a thick glob.
“You take such good care of me, Mrs. Fabray,” Russell whispered in Quinn’s ear as he rolled them over, but still in the veritable pool of their juices, so they could sleep.

“Hi, Aunt Rachel. Hi, Aunt Lauren!” Russ screamed, running at them as they exited the elevator.
“Well, hello, there, little man,” Lauren said as she crouched down and picked him up, swinging him up into her arms.
She was pushing 50 herself, but she was much happier and healthier than she’d ever been since she fell in love with Rachel Berry.
Russ laughed and laughed as she carried him, blowing raspberries into his neck, until she dumped him, playfully, onto the couch.
He loved it. He rolled around in his own imaginary pile of dirt like the happy little boy he was.
Lauren sat on the loveseat and pulled Rachel down into her lap.
Rachel was happy to be there.
“Hi guys,” Quinn called as she entered the room. “Russ, go play with your sisters.”
"Okay, Mommy," Russ answered.
“Ooh! I want to go see them,” Rachel tried to stand up off Lauren’s lap as Russ scampered off.
“Wait, baby…don’t you want to tell Russell and Quinn our news first?” she whispered into Rachel’s ear.
“Oh, yeah,” Rachel replied softly, smiling.
She settled back into Lauren as Lauren tightened her arms around her.
“You guys…” Tears came to Quinn’s eyes as she watched her closest friends.
It had been over three years since they got married, and she was still so damn happy for them.
When Quinn had gotten to the city, Rachel was 100% focused on her career, fulfilling her sexual needs in ways she had happily sampled.
But, seeing her now, in the arms of someone whom she loved completely, Quinn was thrilled for both of her friends.
And, she hardly thought about the fact that Lauren still didn’t know her deepest secret.
She only thought about that when Russell was balls deep inside of her. It still thrilled her, and that’s why she kept the secret still.
“Get Russell in here…we have news,” Lauren said, getting impatient.
“Russell!” Quinn called.
“Coming, coming,” Russell said as he entered through the dining room. “Did I hear something about news?”
He kissed Rachel and Lauren on the cheek before sitting close to his wife.
“You look happy as ever,” he said.
“Yeah, yeah, what’s the news?” Quinn asked.
Lauren and Rachel chuckled.
“Go on, sweetie,” Lauren said, kissing Rachel’s shoulder.
“I’m pregnant!” she jumped up and shouted, suddenly bringing Quinn back to many a glee club moment.
“Seriously?!? Oh my god, congratulations!” Quinn got to her feet and hugged Rachel hard.
Then, she moved to Lauren and hugged her as well.
It was amazing but totally shocking news.
“How did this happen? Wait…I don’t know need to know that.” Quinn took a deep breath to gather herself. “Why didn’t you tell us you were trying?”
Rachel settled back into Lauren’s arms.
“We didn’t want to jinx it,” Lauren said. “You know how superstitious ‘show people’ are,” she laughed at Rachel’s pout.
“That’s not it at all. Well…it’s part of it,” she admitted, blushing. “But, mostly, we didn’t know if it was going to work. We used a sperm donor and one of Lauren’s fertilized eggs implanted in me so we’d both have a biological role. We didn’t know if it would take.”
“Well…I think it’s great you were able to do that,” Russell said. “You won’t be the same when you have kids.”
“Oh! Eliana and Grace!” Rachel gasped.
“Go ahead,” Lauren laughed and kissed Rachel’s cheek.
Lauren patted Rachel's butt, and she ran off to see Eliana Rachel and Grace Lauren Fabray.

“Fuck me,” Quinn said as Russell pushed her against the washing machine.
She’d been doing laundry when he’d come up behind her, naked cock brushing her ass, spun her around and pinned her to the machine.
He liked catching her off guard.
It got him harder faster, and it made her wet.
After she jumped up on the washer, she raised her arms for him to pull off her t-shirt.
He ran his hands all the way down her body until he reached her ass.
She kissed him hard as he grabbed the waistband of her tiny shorts and panties.
She lifted her butt, and he pulled them completely off.
He moaned as her panties stuck to her pussy.
Then, she leaned back on the washer and spread her legs wide…
“Oh, fuck!!!!” he said under a huge exhale.
After taking a whiff of her panties, he tossed them to the floor and pulled her to the edge so he could plunge his dick inside of her waiting cunt.
“Do me, Daddy…hard and fast,” She purred into his ear.
He snapped his hips to piston his dick as hard and as fast as he could.
Usually, they didn’t do fast because it brought them to the edge sooner.
But right then, that’s what she needed.
He’d always give her what she needed.
Feeling his dick slide over her pussy walls, as sensitive as ever, so fast was, predictably, sending him barreling to the edge.
“Just give it to me, Daddy…I don’t care if I come. I want to feel you unload inside me,” she muttered in his ear with her arms clinging to his neck.
He was, again, always ready to give Quinn what she wanted.
So, immediately, he unleashed long, thick rope after long, thick rope deep, deep inside Quinn.
The hot, sticky fluid just kept thrashing like waves against her pussy walls.
When she finally felt the last of it, she looked into the eyes of her father who had just thoroughly fucked her.
She kissed him again.
“My man always gives it to me so good,” Quinn mumbled against his lips.
He carried her to their bed and, as she lay on her back, he licked deep inside her pussy, collecting his cum and finishing what he’d started.

“Having morning sickness?” Quinn asked as they happily watched Russ, Ellie and Gracie play on the jungle gym.
Russ was ever the attentive big brother, hovering over his sisters as they climbed to make sure they were safe.
It didn’t matter to them that the jungle gym was pretty low to the soft sand it stood in or that he couldn’t do anything if they were to fall.
“Yeah…Lauren does everything she can to help, though. She bought nice scented candles she found out would help. She brings me crackers and pretzels and stuff. And, she holds my hair when none of that works,” Rachel smiled.
“Did I ever tell you how happy I am that you found each other?” Quinn asked.
“Many times. I think you’re just fishing for more gratitude for introducing us,” Rachel beamed.
“Oh…well, there is that,” Quinn smiled. “But no thanks necessary. Mostly, I’m just happy my two best friends are so in love,” Quinn smiled. “Now, while Lauren isn’t around, be honest. What made you decide to have a baby at this point?”
“It was time,” Rachel responded. “Lauren still could have gotten pregnant, but I wanted to carry her child. She’s so special, and I love her so much that I wanted to have a family with her…now. That’s the honest truth, and Funny Girl was finally over, so we did it.”
“You guys…” Quinn smiled.
She was glad that Valentine’s Day five years ago, when Sarah had stood Lauren up for an emergency trip to Chicago, turned out the way it did.
Lauren had gone to Rachel for a shoulder to cry on, and, while there had been technically no cheating, Lauren and Sarah were over the next day.
And, Rachel and Lauren were practically married within the week.
Those damn tears were back. Maybe she was pregnant again.

“Positive,” Quinn said as she showed the stick to Russell.
“You know what this means, right?” Russell smirked.
“You’re gonna fuck me senseless?” Quinn said.
“Yep.”
Quinn squealed as Russell scooped her up and carried her to the bed, unceremoniously dropping her onto it.
They were both naked, since they’d just come out of the shower.
He fell on top of her and quickly inserted his dick inside of her.
At this point, they were way beyond any kind of worrying they might hurt the baby with hard sex.
And, just like with the other three children when they’d seen the positive test, Russell unleashed his inner caveman.
This time, he took Quinn’s hands and raised them above her head, and she used their joined hands to push down onto his dick as he thrust hard into her.
“Rattle the headboard, Daddy,” Quinn requested, with a begging tone to her voice.
Knowing she was carrying her father’s child was just such a turn on that she always needed him to wreck her pussy as soon as she found out.
Thump...thump…thump.
They heard the headboard hit the wall, hard, to the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Squeeze my dick with your cunt,” Russell whispered in Quinn’s ear.
She didn’t want to resist even if she could.
Hearing her own father saying such dirty things to her always drove her wild.
A sudden, hard orgasm overcame her, and her pussy molded fiercely to his dick.
Feeling the squeeze of her pussy prompted him to drive down into her and unload a powerful load in thick globs inside of her.
They watched one of those thick globs escape from her gaping hole after he pulled out.

“We have to be quiet,” Russell undid his belt and dropped his pants as he pinned Quinn against the refrigerator.
He roughly pulled her panties from the front down past her hips, so they’d fall to her feet.
She stepped out of them with one leg and hooked the other one around his ass as he lined his dick up and plunged in.
Her panties hung on her ankle brushing his ass as he thrust.
They were at another party, much like the one they’d had when they first got to the city.
Lauren was at this one, too, and, technically, she was the guest of honor, since it was a baby celebration.
But, it was Quinn’s celebration, too, so Quinn didn’t feel so bad.
It was not a shower, because men were there.
In any case, Quinn and Russell had gotten so turned on because it had been a while since they’d had so many people in their apartment who didn’t know that Russell was Quinn’s father.
Russell thrust hard, with Quinn helping.
“Right there…just stay right there for a second,” Quinn breathed into his ear. “Shit, I love my father’s penis.”
Russell did as she asked, his only movements short, hard thrusts creating sharp friction with his dick on that one spot in Quinn’s pussy.
Soon, her whole pussy squeezed his cock in a short, but intense, orgasm.
It only made her want more.
She pulled off him and moved over to a counter where she could bend over.
“Pound me again,” she commanded.
With his pants around his ankles, he scooted the short distance to where she was.
He ran his dick’s tip over her pussy lips a couple of times before pushing in.
He leaned over and pounded, pounded, pounded into her.
“What do you want?” he grunted.
They weren’t exactly being very quiet, but their party was crowded. So, they could blend in a little as long as they didn’t make any sharp sounds.
“I want your cum,” she said, confidently.
“Take it, then,” he answered and thrust hard.
He shot his cum in short but thick spurts into her until he was bent over her back, pulling her against him with his arms around her waist.
After they cleaned the leaking cum from her pussy, they got dressed and returned to the party.
Forty-five minutes, and many brushes of Quinn’s hand over Russell’s crotch, later, Russell was in the bathroom helping Quinn out of her dress.
Soon, her blue wraparound dress was on the floor, and she was sitting on the sink with her legs spread wide.
“Split my pussy open,” Quinn breathed.
Russell pushed one of her legs back, spreading her pussy wide.
He caressed her almost flat stomach with the other.
He did exactly what she asked and rammed into her over and over and over.
The door was locked, but they could have been caught as easily as in the kitchen.
He pushed her other leg back, spreading her further, and pistoned into her a couple times.
Then he wanted to be covered by her body, her scent, her pussy.
“Come sit on my dick,” he said, pulling out and sitting on the toilet.
She jumped down and straddled him, easily sinking down on his cock to the hilt.
Russell grabbed her ass and helped her to rock back and forth.
“You’re cock is so deep, hitting me everywhere,” Quinn grunted.
She squeezed his dick with her pussy, on purpose, to spur his orgasm closer.
“Fill me up, Daddy…please,” she begged.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her down on his cock hard as he thrust up and shot his load deep, deep inside her, practically straight into her womb.
“Fuck,” Quinn gasped and came herself, squeezing and gushing, ensuring his dick would be wet for the rest of the evening.
Their guests left two hours later.
“Great party, Quinn. Thanks so much,” Lauren said as she hugged Quinn.
“You’re welcome. It was no trouble,” Quinn replied.
“I’m so happy we get to be pregnant together,” Rachel whispered as she hugged Quinn, somewhat emotional about the whole thing.
“Me too, Rach,” Quinn said, giving Rachel an extra squeeze to show she meant it. “You better take care of her, Lauren. Or, I’ll be downstairs so fast—“
“Don’t worry, Quinn. She’s way too precious to me to let anything happen to her. I’ve got this,” she smiled, intertwining her fingers with Rachel's.
“I know…bye, guys,” Quinn smiled warmly at her friends as the elevator closed.
She turned around and smirked at Russell, who was leaning against the wall.
She locked onto his eyes with a smoldering gaze as he simply watched her take off her dress and leave it on the floor.
Then, he stepped up to her and turned her by the hips and guided her to the bedroom, arms around her stomach, laying kisses up and down her neck the whole way.
She climbed up on the bed, still in her lingerie, and lay on her stomach to watch Russell undress.
He did, still not taking his eyes off his wife until he was naked, dick poking his stomach.
He climbed up on the bed and over Quinn’s back.
He unlatched her bra, and she flung it to the floor.
He took her panties down past her ass, kissing each of its cheeks, before sliding them off.
When he finally had Quinn naked he covered her body with his and whispered in her ear.
“Are you ready? I’m going to fuck your brains out,” he whispered.
“Fuck, I’m ready,” Quinn breathed.
Russell grabbed Quinn’s hips and raised her ass so her back arched.
“Mmmm…I like this so far,” Quinn groaned.
“Well, then, you’ll love this,” Russell said and lined himself up and drove his cock inside of Quinn’s pussy as hard as he ever had.
“Fuck!!!!!” Quinn screamed.
It felt so good!
He did it again and again and again. Not fast, just hard.
He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out and then back in, swift and hard.
Every time he thrust in, his pelvis smacked Quinn’s ass hard, makinga cracking sound that knocked Quinn’s breath clean out of her.
Quinn was dripping down her thighs.
“You’re fucking me so good, Daddy,” she was able to grit out between thrusts.
“Are you close?” he asked.
“One more time,” she answered.
He slammed back into her, and she screamed and squeezed his cock so hard it set off his own orgasm immediately.
As if he’d shot it out of a cannon, Russell’s cum released into Quinn’s pussy.
Then again.
Then again.
He leaned over her back as his dick kept squirting semen deep into his daughter’s body.
Finally, his balls were empty, and he pulled out and pulled Quinn down so he could spoon her, squeezing her tight.
“I love fucking you, so much, Princess,” he said.
“I love fucking you, too, Daddy,” Quinn replied and turned in his arms. “And, I love you, and I can’t wait to have another one of your babies.”
“I love you, too, and I can’t wait for your hormones to kick in.”
They laughed, and Quinn mounted his dick for another round.
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