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Make Room for Daddy	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 19484 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Make Room for Daddy
- 1
Rachel Berry, former slushie target and future Broadway star, was in love. And, it wasn’t that awful unrequited shit.
Quinn Fabray, head cheerleader of the national champion Cheerios, former Celibacy Club president and God Squad member, was head-over-heels in love with Rachel Berry.
And everyone except the two of them had seen it coming.
But, until Quinn entered the restroom on their last day before winter break of junior year to find Rachel crying at the sink for what seemed like the thousandth time, neither of them gave more than a passing thought to being more than sort-of friends who somehow always knew the right things to say to each other.
In retrospect, they couldn’t understand how they didn’t see what their schoolmates had. Aside from the sparks that flew whenever they argued or collaborated, Rachel had somehow been the most supportive person through Quinn’s pregnancy and her parents' divorce when her mother left them, and Quinn had been Rachel’s savior when she was losing her identity in Finn Hudson.
That day in the restroom, Quinn had felt the irresistible need to kiss her, so she had. And, everything changed.
Now, they were the power couple of McKinley High. Quinn was a few months from her 18^th birthday, Rachel just turned 17. Rachel was surefire Broadway bound, and Quinn was headed to the Ivy League, probably Columbia because she couldn’t stand the thought of being unable to kiss Rachel every day.
And, she really couldn’t stand the thought of not being able to see her naked every day.
Rachel was the most beautiful creature in the world to Quinn. Her bright eyes, her wide smile, and the soft, pretty one that only she saw, her nose…they all made Quinn smile and her heart skip.
But, Rachel’s body made Quinn’s pussy tingle, and she acknowledged now that it always had. Quinn always stared at Rachel’s ass in those short skirts and her bare legs flowing out of scarcely long-enough skirts and extending way longer than they should. And, now that she’d seen under those cute, not at all awful, animal sweaters, Quinn knew for a certainty that no pair of tits rivaled Rachel Berry’s.
Rachel would say hers did, but they’d come to an impasse in that argument.
After they had pulled back from their first kiss, Quinn begged Rachel to be her girlfriend. Rachel said, "Of course," and they hadn’t looked back. After a day of buzz they created by Quinn escorting Rachel to all her classes and kissing her before handing her books back, no one gave it another thought.
Again, everyone had seen it coming, and it had finally happened.
Then, they’d had sex for the first time that night, and they never stopped.
One of Quinn’s favorite things to do was to ride Rachel’s pussy, resting Rachel’s leg on her shoulder, brushing their clits together, and squeezing a breast as Rachel always chanted “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” under her breath.
They also loved the strap on. Though they didn't have a lot of experience, neither of them were virgins before they dated, and they loved the dick every once in a while.
There was just one problem.
They were completely in love with each other, but they both carried a secret, barely controlled lust for one man, the same man…Quinn’s 45-year-old father, Russell Fabray.
Rachel hadn’t done much about it. She loved Quinn, and she thought she’d be hurt if she knew her eyes strayed to Russell’s barrel chest and big dick covered by his shorts by the pool.
But stray they did, and lately she’d picked it up a notch, even if it was just a small one. She had taken to leaving Quinn’s bedroom door open just enough so Russell could see her changing if he happened to walk by, and when she crossed the hall to the shower, all she used to cover herself was a towel in the front. If Russell happened to be looking out of his room at the right moment, he’d get an eyeful of that firm ass Quinn loved so much.
She had no idea if he ever watched her, but she always stroked her pussy in the shower thinking about it. She’d be shocked if she knew Quinn was taking things way further.
“Mmm, Rachel. I need you,” Quinn breathed against Rachel’s lips, straddling her thigh on the kitchen chair, t-shirt riding up as Rachel scratched her back. She leaned back against the table as Rachel pulled her hand out to brush her hair back out of her eyes. Quinn admired Rachel, naked except for a t-shirt and panties.
“I’m gonna go do my routine. I’ll meet you on your bed,” Rachel said, her voice thick with lust as she rested her hands on Quinn’s thighs.
Quinn hopped up, eager to let Rachel do her thing so they could get to fucking.
She grabbed their mugs, still full of their cold tea to wash them in the sink while Rachel pranced away.
As she rinsed out one of the cups, she felt arms wrap around her waist, and they weren’t Rachel’s.
“Daddy!” she whispered. “Rachel’s here!”
“I know, baby,” he said, too loud for Quinn’s comfort. “But, I want to have some fun.” He emphasized his words with a thrust of his hips.
“You’re drunk,” Quinn said, trying to be exasperated but failing pretty spectacularly because of the hard dick pressed against her ass covered in only pajama shorts. It was more of a moan.
“You like when I’m drunk. You get me drunk on purpose all the time,” Russell slurred, letting his hands roam freely, down to Quinn’s crotch, up to her breasts, to her sexy abs…all the while his cock grew harder against her butt. She was naked under her shirt and shorts, and his hands felt amazing through the soft material.
He began to grind hard.
Just then, Rachel turned the corner because, as she was about to apply her face moisturizer, she heard voices. She turned the corner and saw something that made her chuckle under her breath. Russell Fabray was drunk, and he was acting very horny. She wondered if he even knew what he was doing and that he was doing it to his daughter.
Then, it was escalating, and Rachel’s pussy lit up and gushed.
“Hurry, Daddy,” Quinn whisper-yelled. “Rachel will come looking for me.”
Quinn pulled her sleep shorts down over her ass, and Russell pulled his cock out.
It was clear to Rachel that they had done this before and Quinn was not just humoring him.
She watched, eyes wide, as Russell slowly ran his cock through Quinn’s pussy lips, not inside, just between them. Quinn was clearly turned on, her pussy lips wet and swollen, and Rachel didn’t know where to look, Quinn’s gorgeous ass or Russell’s cock, which was more gorgeous than she even thought.
It was long and big, with a pretty shaft and large, pink head. It curled upward, perfect to hit her spot just right just as she could tell it was hitting Quinn’s clit because Quinn was whimpering and chanting.
“Yes, yes, yes, Daddy…Remember, don’t go inside,” Quinn reminded her father, because he was drunk, and he may forget.
Rachel was, indeed, already imagining It moving inside of her pussy, and what she was watching from her place at the door convinced her he would never say no.
“You like my hard cock, don’t you baby?” Russell said, again loudly, but Quinn wasn’t caring anymore. “I’m so horny for you.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
After a few more thrusts and grunts, Russell spoke again. “What does Rachel’s cunt feel like?”
“Mmmm….you really like to hear about that, don’t you? God, it’s so warm and wet…and soft inside, and that spongy spot inside that makes her jump is heaven.” Quinn gasped at a particularly hard bump to her clit. She was about to come.
Rachel wasn’t far behind. As soon as she’d heard her name, she knew she was going to interrupt them before they put their pants back on. But, first she was going to listen to Quinn rhapsodize about her pussy and watch them come, and get herself ready by putting her hand in her panties.
She was soaking. She was also a little touched that it was clear that Quinn wasn’t allowing Russell to actually fuck her, and she rightly presumed it was out of respect for Rachel.
Rachel could understand how Quinn could’ve wanted this, given her own naughty dreams of Russell, but her love for Quinn grew with the knowledge that she had set a hard limit.
Then, she started to think, and she got pissed, but not because of the cheating. It was cheating, but Rachel was not mad about that—again, it was Russell. She was pissed off that Quinn hadn’t let her in on their shenanigans.
After gold stars, euphemisms were kind of her thing, even in her head.
Very soon, she was so mad that—no!—she wasn’t going to wait until they finished. She was going to interrupt them right now.
“What are you two doing?!?” she said, Rachel Berry-patented angry face and storming march on full display.
“Rachel!” Russell turned toward her, smiling wide. Rachel almost broke out of her mood to laugh at Russell’s pants around his ankles and dick hard and wet.
But…well, it was hard and wet and looked so delicious, and Rachel was turned on and mad!
Quinn turned around and bowed her head. She sheepishly pulled up her shorts until they were kind of on. She leaned against the sink, the rise of her pubic mound just visible. She looked like she was going to cry, but Rachel didn’t know if it was because she had been caught or because she’d been on the edge of orgasm. She thought maybe both.
Rachel was angry, but she didn’t want Quinn to think this turn of events was going to end their relationship. In fact, she already knew it was going to make it way better, but they’d wasted so much time. “Why didn’t you tell me you were fooling around? Did you think I’d stop you?”
Russell stepped toward Rachel, but she held up a hand. He sobered a bit and stood still.
“Well, wouldn’t you?” Quinn said, barely above a whisper.
“No! I would have said I was craving your father’s big dick, and we should share! And, not in this lame ass way where we don’t actually fuck.” She was on a roll, working herself up to a lather.
Of course, what she had just seen was far from lame, but she was making a point.
Fucking is way better.
“You-you would?” Quinn asked, raising her chin up and daring to smile a little. When Rachel got worked up, she lost the euphemisms. Quinn liked that about her. She loved her dirty mouth.
“Absolutely!" Rachel took a deep breath. "Now, we’re going to do this properly, and I’m in charge.”
“Yes!” Russell pumped his fist, and Rachel did smile at that, but she fought it off and took charge again.
Rachel was going to teach them a lesson, and that lesson was that you don’t do things halfway…or without Rachel.
Rachel wanted that cock in her own pussy for sure, but for right now, she was going to make Quinn and Russell Fabray fuck, plain and simple, no bullshit.
She couldn’t resist a little something for herself though, so she grabbed his cock and stared at Quinn.
“Get naked, and come with me.”
Russell stepped out of his shorts, with Rachel’s hand still around his hard dick, and Quinn stripped in a flash,
Rachel had to focus very hard because Russell Fabray’s cock was magnificent in her hand, but they had plenty of time for that after the lesson.
She pulled him firmly but gently by the dick with Quinn, naked, in tow. She brought them to Russell’s bedroom and pushed him down on the plush armchair on the other side of the bed.
“Straddle him,” she ordered, stripping off her shirt and dropping her panties.
The moment Quinn's wet pussy made contact with her father’s balls, she gasped. It wasn’t the first time they’d done this, and Rachel knew it. But, her pussy twitched at knowing Quinn enjoyed it so much.
But, she was going to make them go further. She was pissed, but pushing their way to the surface were the lust and love she always felt for Quinn. If she were being honest, she felt the same things for Russell, in a slightly less developed, more animalistic way.
She was still determined to teach them a lesson, but now she wanted to make sure they enjoyed it to the fullest.
She approached Quinn from behind, turned her head with her hand on her chin, and kissed her…hard.
“I love you,” she whispered. “You’re gonna learn your lesson, though. You’re going to do this right.”
When Rachel Berry committed, she didn’t stop until it was accomplished, and she expected the same from others.
Quinn nodded. She couldn't find the words, but her eyes reflected Rachel’s love and lust.
“Stick it in,” she ordered. “Ride him hard…like a fucking bronco. And, Russell,” she stared into his eyes, with her hands on Quinn’s shoulders. “You know she’s not a virgin. So, I don’t want to see you just sit there. Grab her tits. Grab her ass. Put your hands all over her, and when you’re about to cum, hold her down on your cock and fill that cunt to overflowing.”
By this point, Russell was completely sober, and Quinn was so wet, the words, “Oh my god,” fell from her lips in a heated whisper.
The same thought sprang to all their minds. Quinn wasn’t on birth control.
Quinn couldn’t wait another second even if she wanted to. She lifted her ass off Russell’s lap and lined his cock up to her pussy and sank down onto it.
“Fuck!!!!” she growled.
“That’s right…tell me how good it feels,” Rachel said. She sat down on the bed right in front of them, so she could watch Russell’s dick as Quinn bounced. “Get going,” she said.
Quinn started to move, just slowly rocking back and forth at first but gradually picking up speed. “Oh, Daddy, your dick feels so good.”
As Quinn’s rocking pace and force built and built, Russell did as Rachel demanded and touched everywhere on Quinn’s teenage body that he could. His favorite was the swell of her hips.
Rachel watched Quinn’s ass move and flex until finally she was bouncing up and down, up and down. Rachel leaned back on one hand and jammed two fingers into her own flowing pussy.
“How does it feel Russell…how does that pussy feel?”
“Tight…hot,” he responded.
“Fuck, yeah, it does…and how about your daddy’s cock, baby?”
“So hard, so big…stretching me so…so good,” Quinn grunted, bouncing and bouncing and bouncing. She used her father’s shoulders for leverage, and she was moving so hard and erratically, Rachel could just see the side of her modest but perfect boobs swaying.
“I can’t wait ‘til it’s inside me,” Rachel said.
“Oh, fuck!” Russell yelled because the thought of his bare cock being inside Rachel Berry’s pussy, combined with the very real feeling of his little girl’s pussy wrapped around his cock, set him off.
Quinn followed right after because she was thinking about watching her father’s dick pounding Rachel’s pussy, and all of a sudden, his hot, thick cum exploded inside her own pussy. Her whole body shook, and she had to kiss her father. She leaned over and stuck her tongue down his throat as she still felt his huge load pumping out of his cock and into her pussy.
Overflowing, indeed.
It was their first kiss of the night…Russell had been too drunk, and they’d been in too much of a hurry before. Their tongues explored and danced and tangled in each other’s mouths while their orgasms finally finished, and they came down.
Rachel had her own orgasm, pussy squeezing her fingers, and then she stood and moved back over to Quinn and Russell and leaned over Quinn’s shoulder. She kissed Quinn’s cheek. Then, she looked into Russell’s eyes, all the warning she gave him before kissing him right on the mouth, with tongue.
Russell’s hands were on Quinn’s thighs, and Rachel cupped her boobs as she kissed Russell. But, just as Quinn placed her hands over Rachel’s and kissed her neck, Rachel pulled away.
“You’re not done yet,” she said. “Quinn, bend over the bed. Russell, get hard.”
That was not a difficult order to follow for Russell as he watched his youngest daughter stand, then bend over his bed. Cum trickled out of her pussy hole and a little down her leg.
With a couple of strokes of his hand, he was ramrod hard.
“Good…that’s right,” Rachel said as Russell complied at once. “Now, give it to her, and really lean into it. And, don’t stop until your cum is dripping all the way down her leg.”
Already, Russell was draped over Quinn’s back, his cock impaled in Quinn’s sloppy pussy.
“Umph”…
“Umph”…
“Umph”…
Russell thrusted hard, harder, hardest, hands on Quinn’s hips and cock driving hard into her pussy.
Quinn was unable to speak, only grunt.
“You like that baby?” Rachel asked, lying on her stomach, gazing at Quinn’s ecstatic face and boobs smashed on the bed.
Quinn managed only a nod between hard thrusts.
The sight turned Rachel’s pussy into a gushing mess again. She ground down onto the bedspread to give her throbbing clit some relief. “Harder, Russell…harder,” she demanded.
Somehow, Russell was able to obey. He was in ecstasy, feeling the flood of cum he’d left earlier lubricating his daughter’s pussy even more.
As he humped Quinn harder, Quinn’s clit bumped against the mattress, and primal scream flowed from her throat.
Her pussy involuntarily squeezed and gushed, and it set off Russell’s orgasm.
Once more, he drove brutally into Quinn’s pussy, the smack of his pelvis slapping into Quinn’s ass ringing around the room, and he unleashed another tidal wave of cum in her pussy.
Rachel had kept herself just simmering, not ready to come just yet. She was, however, ready to join in. Her next orgasm would be even better if she waited. She was finally satisfied they’d learned their lesson, and the only thing she would accomplish by sitting on the sidelines now would be to deprive herself of exactly what she wanted.
She wanted her high school sweetheart’s father’s cock inside her pussy as soon as humanly possible.
From her position, still on her stomach, watching Russell and Quinn, still joined at their wet genitals, panting, Rachel made a suggestion. “Okay….you’ve learned your lesson. How about we watch some porn so Russell can have time to get it up again.”
They agreed easily, even as they were still recovering.
Russell’s cum dripped down Quinn’s leg as she led the way to the living room, and Russell and Rachel ogled her huddled together, hand-in-hand, fingers wound together,
Quinn was well aware of their eyes on her, and she made sure to sway her hips just a little extra.
Over the next hour, they watched lots of porn. Threesomes, tangled bodies, the dicks of gorgeous men in the pussies of beautiful women, cum inside cunts and covering breasts and faces. They were most definitely turned on and hungry for each other, and Rachel had been teasing Russell the whole time, brushing her hand over his balls and dick while Quinn kissed his neck and his chest, sometimes leaning over to kiss Rachel.
Finally, Rachel couldn’t wait any longer, and she had his dick all the way inside her mouth. It was as delicious as it had looked. While she worked his cock over, she handled his scrotum with care. “God, your balls are beautiful,” Rachel purred, running her fingers from one to the other.
Quinn sat back, rubbed her pussy, and watched.
“What do you say we take this back to the bedroom?” Russell grunted.
“I want to sit on Daddy’s face,” Quinn blurted out.
Rachel sat up. “And, I want to keep sucking your cock." She enunciated the dirty word into his ear.
“Let’s go,” Russell said, picking Rachel right up as he stood and setting her on the floor.
She squealed at his strength and the gentle manhandling. She was no longer in charge, for sure.
No one was in charge, but Russell was definitely ready to give his girls what they wanted.
Quinn and Rachel laughed and tickled and kissed as they followed their man to the bedroom.
At the door, Quinn caught Rachel around the waist and turned her in her arms.
With her hands, resting on the curve of Rachel’s ass, and Rachel’s arms around her neck, Quinn kissed her, thoroughly invading her mouth, licking along her teeth, tongue and the roof of her mouth before finally pulling back.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“You’re forgiven,” Rachel replied, her eyes still closed, a little dazed by the kiss.
Quinn chuckled. “Just like that?”
“Well, I did punish you, didn’t I?”
“I would hardly call getting drilled by the cock I’ve secretly dreamed of fucking since I was twelve a punishment.” Quinn pulled Rachel even tighter against her body, their breasts and nipples smashed together and Quinn’s thigh, still moist with cum, teasing Rachel’s pussy.
Rachel gulped. Somehow, she knew Quinn had always had a sexual beast hidden inside her. She loved Quinn for letting her see it fully unleashed. Plus, her pretty thigh was touching her just right. “Well, be that as it may, I’m just glad we get to share it now,” Rachel said. “I always wanted it, too, you know.”
“Shit, Rachel.”
Russell had been standing by the bed watching the girls, stroking his cock. They were speaking in hushed tones, so he hadn’t heard exactly what they said, but it didn’t matter because now they were turning to him and pushing him down to sit on the edge of the bed.
Quinn knelt between his legs and attacked his dick with her hands mouth while Rachel kissed him. Quinn grabbed the base of his dick and licked all the way from his balls to the tip. She swirled her tongue around the head, looking up at him with smoldering eyes, father and teenage daughter sharing a moment of pure lust between them.
“Your dick tastes so good…Daddy.”
His dick twitched, and Quinn’s heart swelled with pride at having thoroughly corrupted her father.
Quinn continued to suck Russell’s dick, and soon Rachel joined her between his legs. They alternated between Rachel licking his balls and Quinn tonguing the very sensitive tip, then changing places. In between, the girls' tongues tangled to share the taste of cock in their mouths.
The sensations were building until it was almost too much for Russell. “I need a pussy,” he grunted, trying to keep from exploding all over his daughter’s face. There was time for that at a later date.
They all shifted until Quinn was straddling Russell’s face,watching Rachel straddle his cock. Rachel wanted to savor the first time it moved inside her, but she couldn’t wait.
She lowered her pussy onto his cock, moaning at the stretch but wasting no time taking it all the way to the hilt. His balls rested on her ass, and the tip rested against her cervix. “Fuck, this is good.”
“It is, isn’t it,” Quinn said. Russell was massaging her thighs, impatient to lick her pussy.
She finally lowered her ass within reach, and he went to town. He couldn’t even voice his pleasure. He was too busy.
“How’s his tongue, baby?” Rachel asked as she began to swivel her hips around and around, finally ready to just enjoy the best dick in the world, as far as she was concerned, as it stretched and pulled the inside of her pussy. She couldn’t imagine one better.
“Amazing,” Quinn answered.
Russell couldn’t believe how good his little girl’s pussy tasted. He grunted and moaned at every new tasty spot. He burrowed his tongue inside, then licked all around her pussy lips. “Oh, fuck, lick that cunt, Daddy.” Quinn had been sucking on Rachel’s amazing tits, enjoying her father’s thorough tongue lashing, the good kind. “Pull off him for a sec, babe. I need a taste.”
Rachel, lost in the sensation of Quinn’s tongue on her boobs and Russell’s cock touching every inch inside her pussy, took a second to register Quinn’s words, but she understood. She slowly pulled off of Russell’s cock, and Quinn immediately leaned over and sucked on it, flattening her tongue along the shaft so she could get a good taste of Rachel’s juices on Russell’s skin.
“I’m getting close,” she said after sitting back up. The naughty flavor sent her almost to the edge. Russell had been battering her clit with his tongue, and when she sat up, he was ready and drove his tongue back deep in her pussy. “Damn…Rachel, get back on and ride.”
She did, as Russell continued sucking, feasting on Quinn’s soft teenage pussy.
He knew the girls were ravenous and full of stamina, so he had been taking his time, squeezing Quinn’s supple thighs as the girls worked his cock over.
When Rachel was back to riding hard again, Quinn began to rock her own hips in rhythm with Rachel. “Ride that magnificent penis,” Quinn said. Then, she addressed her father. “Have you got a big load for Rachel’s pussy, Daddy?”
“Mhm,” he said, his tongue licking right between Quinn’s pussy lips at that moment.
Quinn shuddered at the sensation. “Hear that, babe? He’s got lots of sperm for your cunt, so drain his balls.”
Rachel started rocking still harder onto Russell’s dick while kissing Quinn, enjoying his balls brushing her ass as she moved. Rachel chased after his orgasm, but she came first, squeezing his cock while Russell concentrated on pulling an orgasm from Quinn’s pussy.
Rachel squeezed hard and gushed, but somehow, when it was over, Russell had managed to hold off. So, Rachel rolled her hips around and around and around, trying like hell to drain his balls like Quinn wanted. Quinn sucked on her tits as her pussy luxuriated in Russell’s tongue. Rachel really had amazing tits with beautiful nipples.
Rachel kept riding, and Russell kept sucking on Quinn’s pussy. Quinn flicked her tongue on Rachel’s nipples until, finally, Rachel exploded again, gushing all over Russell’s cock and squeezing it once again.
Russell couldn’t hold it any longer. He bucked up, his balls and cock twitched. Rachel felt it and the eruption of cum that spewed from the tip against her cervix.
“Holy fuck!” she screamed, and Quinn held her up when she almost bumped their heads. She just went limp and numb from the fucking pleasure Russell’s load was giving her. It was hot and wet and…everywhere inside her pussy.
“My god…so much cum in my pussy,” she panted, as she finally regained her senses.
“We’re definitely not done yet,” Quinn said.
They didn’t stop until the early hours of the morning, finishing with a shower together and falling into bed.
A few hours later, with light peeking through the curtains, they lay asleep with Russell in the middle and Rachel and Quinn draped over either side. Their heads rested on his chest, and their legs draped over his hips.
Rachel woke first, content to stare at Quinn, thinking about how things had changed so quickly and drastically.
It all seemed so natural, and she forced herself to look for a reason to regret anything. She couldn’t find one.
Soon, Quinn stirred and opened her eyes, finding Rachel staring. She smiled and her foot up Rachel's sexy calf..
“What are you thinking about?” she asked.
“I just love you,” Rachel answered. That’s where her thoughts had settled.
Quinn stroked Rachel’s cheek. “I love you too…so much.”
“I love Russell, too.” Rachel said.
Quinn’s eyes softened. “I know, me too.” she said. “We’ll work this out, okay? I think he’ll come with us to New York if we ask him. What do you think?”
Before Rachel could answer with her enthusiastic “Yes!” Russell spoke up.
“I think that’s an excellent idea.” He wrapped his arms around the girls’ shoulders.
They smiled up at him.
“Were you listening?” Quinn asked with a smirk.
“Uh-huh,” he answered. “There was just one thing missing from your plan.”
“And, what’s that?” Rachel asked.
“Who's going to have my first grandchild?” he said.
Both girls responded by sitting up and moving their hands down to his already hard dick and cupping his balls. Their minds were completely in sync.
“Well, given that you’ve already filled both our pussies with cum, and we both plan to take as much as you can give us, I don’t think we have a lot of control over that,” Quinn said.
“I guess you’re right." He shrugged. "How about we keep trying right now."
They did. Russell turned Quinn over on her back and drove his cock deep and hard until her pussy was full. Then, after Rachel thoroughly cleaned his cock of their mixed juices, he was hard again and did the same to Rachel’s pussy. Rachel was vocal, begging for him to breed his daughter, then fill her pussy with his potent seed.
As Russell rolled off Rachel to recover, Quinn moved into her favorite position when it was just her and Rachel. Their pussies were both dripping with Russell’s sperm as she lifted Rachel’s leg onto her shoulder and ground her pussy down onto Rachel’s.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Rachel chanted as Quinn rubbed her pussy lips against Rachel’s, pushing Russell’s cum back in their holes, mixing all their juices together. There was so much cum and pussy juice, and the feeling was simply incredible.
Russell was still recovering, but imagining Quinn might actually be impregnating Rachel with his sperm made his dick twitch.
A year later, though, Quinn had given birth to a blonde, hazel-eyed child. They were in New York, and Rachel and Quinn were teenage brides and mothers.
And, Rachel was on her back, begging her father-in-law to fuck her harder and make her a mommy again.
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