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Two's Company, Three's Just Fun	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 26130 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Two's Company, Three's Just Fun
- 1
Note: Tumblr people, just imagine Tumblr was what it is now back in 2010, when this is set.
Will Schuester, Spanish teacher and glee club director, is a pervert. Every day, in the McKinley High hallways and glee practices, he watches Tina Cohen-Chang and wonders what kind of bra she is wearing, or any at all, to make her tits look so good even under ultra-modest necklines. Every day, he watches Rachel Berry dancing and prancing in short skirts that hug her undoubtedly tight ass and display every inch of her long legs practically to the hem of her panties. Every day, he wishes the smoldering eyes of Santana Lopez were directed at his cock instead of Brittany Pierce’s sexy dancer’s legs. And every day, he thinks of taking just one chance at slapping Mercedes Jones’s juicy ass just to watch it jiggle.
Every night, Will logs on to Tumblr to see what delights await him, and ever since he left his crazy wife, he’s had no reason to look over his shoulder as he does it.
He loves that Tumblr has always been a place where countless girls have felt the need to turn on a camera in their bedroom or bathroom and take off their clothes. And, who knows how old they are? Sometimes, he can tell they’re in a college dorm. Sometimes, they’re in a bedroom that looks like a high school girl’s room, posters and all, but who knows how long it’s been that way? Will always imagines these girls are no older than 18 but probably a lot younger. He likes the early developing girls or girls with a little “baby fat” left on them.
Sometimes, the girls dance to music. Sometimes, they masturbate for the camera. Sometimes, they just strip down, no fuss, no muss. Every time, Will Schuester strokes his cock, imagining Quinn Fabray is riding his dick until she screams out her own orgasm at the sensation of his hot load of cum shooting into her pussy.
Quinn Fabray is the one female student who he indulges even a hope of doing more than looking. With Quinn, he’s even gone so far as to consider hiding in the Cheerios locker room for a look. But, he still holds out hope for more. He wants to know what her silky, wet pussy feels like squeezing his dick, and just seeing her naked wouldn’t be worth the risk…yet.
He wants her, and he really hopes that, before she graduates in a couple of years, he can seduce her. Frankly, he’s head over heels for her, and he’ll take her after she turns 18 if she offers herself, but he wants her now, at 15.
So, when he sees the obscured preview of a video he’s never seen before—the same ones tend to pop up a lot these days since Tumblr has become more strict about porn--he’s surprised but delighted that it’s a toned blonde girl, about 5-foot-6. He can easily imagine even more vividly that Quinn is right there in his house with him, naked.
Then, when he hits play on the video, he gasps at what he sees. There, in clear, high definition video in the center of his computer screen, is one Quinn Fabray, not even hiding that she’s wearing her WMHS cheerleading uniform, turning, pulling up her skirt on one side to show off her red spanx hugging her ass cheek.
Immediately, Will pauses the video and wonders how Tumblr’s unforgiving underage porn filter has allowed her to upload the video, but his next thought is that Quinn Fabray is smart enough to do it. She must know how the filters work and is able to circumvent them.
Will’s dick springs to life at the sexiness of her intelligent determination and the body paused clearly in front of him. Those legs, her plump ass. And, on a second look, he can see her spanx pushing ever so slightly into her cunt lips, which are clearly wet.
“I knew it. She secretly wants to be a slut,” Will mutters to himself.
Quinn has dated Finn Hudson, quarterback, but everyone knows she’s never put out, and their relationship is currently rocky at best. Will thinks they’re officially back together, but he isn’t sure. Regardless, he sees through Quinn’s aloof and teasing mannerisms to something in her expression that says she wants more and that her resistance to Finn is more about control of Finn than prudishness.
Before his thoughts can get away from him too much, he settles back and hits play on the video again, ready to enjoy seeing Quinn Fabray’s naked body for the first time.
After bending slightly to show off her butt, she turns toward the camera and, to Will’s surprise, bends toward it to speak just loud enough to hear her husky alto voice. “This is for you. I know you stare. I know it’s not an accident when I feel your hand brush my ass. I love it when I feel your dick hard against my ass when we’re dancing. You mentioned Tumblr once. I'm just guessing you're not looking for the latest Pretty Little Liars fan theories. I know you want me, and I want you, too. Come get me. I won’t say no, and you won’t get in trouble. Let me show you what you’ll get if you dare.” she steps back.
Will sits dumbfounded and awash with a mixture of fear, excitement, and arousal. He’s so stunned that he’s almost unable to shake it off enough to watch Quinn calmly undress.
She starts by kicking off her shoes, leaving her socks on. Then, she strips methodically, unzipping and dropping her skirt to the floor, then unzipping her top and pulling it over her head, immediately followed by her pulling her sports bra over her head. Will’s eyes bug out at the sight of her tits bouncing.
He knew they'd be perfect—he’d seen her in dresses that showed them off more than her cheerleading uniform—but, damn, that cheerleading uniform really hid them well.
Topless, as Will strokes harder and harder, she finishes by pulling her spanx and panties off. Will shoots his load as he sees her panties stick to her pussy before falling to the ground.
She stands completely naked, perky tits, toned legs, a stomach that Will wants to lick.
Will’s cock immediately grows hard again as, just for a few seconds, Quinn spreads her pussy lips and shows the pink flesh of her vagina, clit peaking out prominently, to the camera.
Finally, she bends back towards the camera, tits right there, and whispers, “When we’re alone, don’t miss your chance. And, a certain brunette singer will join us eventually.” Then, she turns off the camera, and the video stops.
Will sits for a few seconds wondering if he’s imagining it. But, no, it was really Quinn Fabray, and she had said those things. He knows there's no doubt she was talking to him. No one else fits what she'd said and could get in trouble for fucking her.
And, the last part about Rachel joining them…well, he doesn’t even try to process that. Surely, she must be teasing or setting up a cruel joke on Rachel. He'd try to stop her if that were true.
The next day, after a very wet dream about Quinn, Will struggles to concentrate. Quinn is in one of his Spanish classes, and he feels her eyes boring into him the whole time she’s in the classroom. She leaves immediately, however. Apparently, she doesn’t want to disrupt her studies.
He finds that determination sexy, just like everything else about Quinn Fabray, including her more bitchy qualities.
At Glee, the group has a dress rehearsal for their first Regionals competition, so Quinn wears something other than her cheerleading uniform for a change. Will feels privileged that, as a teacher, he gets to see Quinn in different clothes occasionally. More than once, he’s stroked his cock to orgasm after a particularly intense rehearsal.
This day, Will plays the supportive director, but Rachel has the rest covered. So, he can stare at Quinn with a stray eye to Rachel. Quinn’s gold dress shows off her legs and her tits, tits he now knows are amazing. He wants to see them live and in person.
His dick twitches at every shimmy and shake of Quinn’s shoulders. He’s absolutely amazed, every time, at how Quinn can do that with just her shoulders and a bat of her eyleashes. As she runs her hands over her body, looking so sensually turned on, he grows even harder. Rachel isn’t helping—she looks equally sinful herself., but he’s grateful Quinn is going to be the one to take care of his needs today.
Yeah, unless Quinn somehow escapes too quickly, he's not going to chicken out.
Finally, after repeated run throughs of the sexy routines, rehearsal is over. Will knows this kind of thing is practically effortless for Quinn, but she does look like she’s worked up a bit of a sweat, maybe not just from the exertion.
Everyone files out rather quickly, but, thankfully, Quinn does linger. Will sits at the table in the middle of the auditorium seating and watches as Quinn fiddles with her bags, seemingly looking for something. He hopes this is it, that she’s only pretending for his benefit.
Out of an abundance of caution and just the faintest bit of nervousness, he waits about half a minute, watching, before he stands and saunters down the center aisle and around to approach Quinn from behind. The time for waiting is over. If she was serious in that video, he’s about to find out.
Will boldly but gently wraps his arms around Quinn from behind and pulls her against his crotch, nuzzling her hair. She smells fucking sensational.
He doesn’t have to wait long.
She turns in his arms and kisses him. He kisses her back, and the kiss escalates like they’ve done it before, exploring each other’s mouths, winding their tongues together, desperate to taste each other.
Just as Will is about to move to push Quinn up against the stage wall to take her, Quinn pulls back and pushes him away gently but firmly. They’ve said nothing to this point. No words seem necessary to Will. Quinn had obviously been serious in the video.
“Wait,” Quinn says, panting. “There’re a couple things you need to know before we do this.” She keeps her hand on his chest while she speaks, then pulls it away, too, before she finishes. “Sit down. I promise you’ll get me today.”
He isn’t going to argue with Quinn, so he sits down, not caring to hide the tent in his pants but respectful of Quinn. Quinn seems equally turned on, but she takes a deep breath before her usual calmness returns to her. She sits next to him and shakes the muss out of her hair.
“I’m a virgin,” she begins. Will snaps his head to look at her.
“Quinn, I…” He wasn't sure what to say. He hadn’t expected that. He knows by now that the whole Celibacy Club thing is a persona for Quinn, but he also figured it was a way to keep guys she really didn’t want at bay. He admires her discretion, but he'd been sure she'd gotten her itch scratched somehow.
“I want to give it up, and I want it to be you. I don’t want it to be tender or awkward. I want to be fucked, and I want it to be wet and hot and dirty." She speaks clearly and forcefully. "But, there’s something else.”
Will valiantly keeps his thoughts in check so he can hear Quinn out. He’d ask questions later.
“Rachel and I have been secretly dating since Sectionals. We’re in love, and we’ve only gotten to second base.” In true cool, sarcastic Quinn Fabray fashion, she uses the air quotes and rolls her eyes. at the silly metaphor. Then, she smiles a little. “Rachel loves her metaphors.”
Will is stunned, and Quinn finally seems to be lost in her own thoughts for a while, so silence hangs over them while Will contemplates what must be an explosive romance between two people who, by all outward appearances, clash at every turn. For some reason he can’t articulate, though, he’s really not shocked by it, only everything else Quinn is saying.
Finally, he has to ask. He knows she’ll tell him, but he can’t help himself.
“Why are you telling me this? And…just why?” There are so many questions, but he knows Quinn knows what they are and will give him the answers he needs in her own time.
“We’re both bisexual—but gay as far as romance is concerned—and we’re so deeply in love. Fuck, I love her so much, " she breathes, then collects herself. "But, we need dick.” At this, she loses some of her composure altogether and begins to knead her breast absently.
Will is in love with this girl and is disappointed that she has found someone else, but, for one thing, the blow is softer because of her admission of her romantic orientation. Other emotions crowd out the disappointment, as well. He knows now that there’s more to this that Quinn wants to tell him, and he’s eager to hear it.
“Does Rachel know you’re here with me…and the video?” he asks.
“Yes.” Quinn seems content to let Will ask any questions he has at this point.
“And…what exactly do you want from me, besides taking your virginity.” Beyond the vague hint about Rachel in Quinn’s video, he has no reason to think there’s much more for him in this scenario, but, somehow, he thinks there is.
“We want you to satisfy our needs…we want you to take Rachel’s virginity, too, and then we want you to fuck us whenever any of us need it, you or us.” Quinn pauses, and what she says next, she says with surprising calmness. “Eventually, we want you to give us babies.”
Through the haze of irrational lust Quinn is causing in him, the responsible part of Will kicks in, if only partially. He knows Quinn is mature for her age. She’s intelligent and does everything with intent, eyes wide open. But, he’s never heard a 15-year-old talk like this about relationships and the future, even putting aside the more kinky things, for lack of a better way of putting it, that she’s saying.
“Quinn, I have to ask—“
“Rachel and I have talked about this, thoroughly. We know what we’re doing. We’re both on birth control now, but in a few years, we’ll be ready. We know what we want, and you are most definitely part of that.” She turns, then, and faces Will, putting her hand on his crotch. “Take me to your bed…please.”
The Quinn Fabray that he knows is still sitting next to him, but this version is even more incredibly sexy, if that’s possible.
Quinn isn’t in full HBIC mode, but the discussion is over. Will doesn’t even try to resist.
Quinn follows him to his apartment in her own car, and by the time they’re walking in at a respectable distance just on the off chance someone is watching, the air between them is buzzing with sexual energy. As soon as the door to his apartment is closed, Will pushes her against it and takes control. She gives it willingly.
“Take me, Will. Give it to me hard. I want to feel your dick for days.”
Will makes quick work of her dress, unzipping it and pulling it down and off. He not quite roughly turns her around and presses her against the door, unlatching her bra and crouching to pull her panties down over that delicious ass. He tongues each of her ass cheeks quickly before standing and turning her back around, pressing his body against hers. “You’re so sexy,” he whispers, then kisses her hard until they need air.
“Will…I need you naked.”
Will chuckles at Quinn being impatient, but he sobers and pulls her to the bedroom where he pushes her, naked, onto the bed.
She props herself up on her elbows and brings one foot up on the bed, giving him a lewd view of her open pussy as he strips down as fast as he can. “I love how pink your pussy is,” he says.
Her eyes flash as she blushes a little. He’s surprised but charmed that she could be a little embarrassed by the memory of brazenly opening herself up for the internet to see. Soon, they forget all that, though.
As he prowls forward, dick bobbing in the open air, Quinn scoots back onto the bed against the headboard., He watches her eyes bore into his firm chest and abs, flicking down to his long dick. He follows her, catlike, waiting to pounce. Will knows Quinn is giving him control. He isn’t taking it. They're on the same page, though, and Will is ready to take everything Quinn gives.
Quinn reaches down and takes his dick in her hand as he hovers over her. “It’s as nice as I thought.”
With lust in his eyes, he surveys her whole body as she strokes his cock, her blissful expression, indescribably Quinn, her creamy skin, firm tits, taut nipples, He can’t help but swipe his tongue up her creamy skin from her little patch of blonde pubic hair, over her bellybutton up between her breasts. She giggles at the tingling sensation.
She’s still a 15-year-old girl after all, innocent, maybe not, but still not hardened by life even if she’s only technically pure still.
“It’s gonna hurt,” he says as he meets her eyes with his own.
“I know,” she says. Then she pulls him down on top of her and resumes their make out session like they’re both teenagers. But, then, she reaches between them and lines his dick up with her hole. “Whenever you’re ready,” she says as if he’s the one who hasn’t done this before.
He hasn’t, not this.
He takes hold of his dick, and she moves her own hand to grasp his shoulders. He slides his cock into her pussy steadily but slowly. “Oh, fuck!” he breathes. She’s wet and silky and tight. But, there’s something more. “Quinn…you're even better than I expected,” he breathes.
Soon, his cock is in to the hilt, and Quinn’s indescribable pussy squeezes it. He thinks about staying there for a very long time, content.
Meanwhile, Quinn pants at the pain, then moans as it fades into ecstasy. “Will.” She swallows. “Will, fuck my pussy. Give it to me…I need it,” she says through heavy breathing. “You can’t break me.”
Will collects himself, resolving to savor her pussy every time, and obeys. He pulls halfway out, relishing the wet ridges of her pussy walls. He slams back in, and she screams. “Fuckkkk!!!!”
By this point, though, Will knows she isn’t feeling pain, only pleasure, so he repeats the motion, pulling out, dragging his sensitive cock over every inch of her, inside, pushing in hard, harder, hardest.
The headboard bangs against the wall. Will can worry about it later.
Thrust, bang.
Thrust, bang.
On every thrust, Quinn releases a string of curses that increases in intensity, fueling Will’s need to cum.
Thrust, bang.
Thrust, bang.
Over and over…
“I need it harder,” Quinn grunts.
“Get on your knees,” Will replies. He’ll see if he can satisfy her. She complies, and he almost blows his load because of the small amount of blood she leaves on his dick.
He holds it together, though, and slides his cock in again and leans over her back. “Are you in heat?”
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Quinn responds, exhaling.
Will grabs Quinn’s flared hips, already built for childbearing, he notices, and slams his cock against her cervix and his crotch against her ass, producing an electrifying slapping sound. “Harder!” she demands.
He pulls out and slams back in. There’s no rhythm by this point, just Will enjoying Quinn’s body, her scent, her pussy, and her demands…and enjoying the hell out of his attempts to satisfy them.
“Harder!” she shouts again.
He slams harder.
“Harder!” One more time.
Finally, Will moves his hands from her hips and grabs her boobs, his cock poised with just the tip in Quinn’s pussy.
“This is it…I’m gonna cum,” he warns. “Are you ready?” This would have to be enough. Her warm, wet pussy hugs his cock too deliciously to hold back.
“Fill my horny cunt with cum,” she purrs, steady, brooking no argument, and he almost loses it before he wants to. But, he keeps control.
He thrusts one more time, the hardest one yet, and empties his balls deep inside Quinn Fabray’s pussy, the cunt of a dirty 15-year-old girl whose body is so lithe and beautiful at the beginning of its blossoming to womanhood.
The anticipation, the build-up, her promise that there would be more of this, means that Will has a lot of pent up sexual need. The reality of Quinn’s sexual energy, her body, and her sweet, sweet pussy, produces in him such a big load of cum that he emits big globs of cum that ooze out and around his penis, making her heated, convulsing pussy walls even wetter.
“Oh, yes…” Quinn breathes as she feels his cum fill her, hot, thick, mixing with her pussy juices inside her. It’s heavenly and glorious. Her own orgasm washes over her in intense waves. Rachel has given her orgasms, and she expects she’ll give her spectacular orgasms once they get naked together, but Will Schuester, a gorgeous, experienced man, her teacher, who, she was right, has shown no qualms with fucking her thoroughly, her first. It’s everything she had hoped and more.
All the sensation in her body focus on the pool of juices between them before she collapses. He falls beside her.
They have all night. Her absentee parents don’t give a damn where she is, so she easily stays the night. Soon, they’re at it again.
No one suspects that the beautiful woman leaving Will’s apartment the next morning in yesterday’s clothes is a high school student and far from legal.
They fuck each other like bunnies well past midnight, and during one of their recovery periods, Will asks Quinn about Rachel. Quinn tells him that they have it all planned and that the next weekend, Rachel’s parents would be gone and he should spend the weekend with them.
It’s risky, of course, but Will knows by this time not to question that Quinn and Rachel have taken every precaution. Quinn volunteers, though, that Rachel has always had voice and dance teachers coming over on weekends. So, the neighbors would think nothing of his presence. They wouldn’t even notice when he didn’t leave.
So, Friday he would go for dinner and never leave until late Sunday night.
He’s had a couple of long talks with Rachel and Quinn in his office during the week. To any observers, they look like he’s trying to resolve another conflict between rivals for Finn’s attention or one of Rachel’s Glee edicts. Instead, they fill him in on how they’ve easily deceived everyone, including Finn, into thinking they were fighting over him. There is an element of truth to it. They had started out as rivals for Finn’s attention, but Quinn had only wanted to control him and Rachel soon learned she only liked the idea of a leading man.
They had found themselves drawn together. It wasn’t fate. They weren’t soulmates, pulled irresistibly together by a red string or some such nonsense. They both quickly knew, however, that the intensity between them was exhilarating and crackling with sexual chemistry. Quinn’s public support of Rachel at Sectionals when Finn was AWOL after she’d broken up with him was the one of the only public signs of their changed relationship. No one suspected, though, how different it was. They still kept Finn on the hook, and they reserved their sweet kisses for stolen moments and weekends alone.
By Friday, Will’s emotions are a heady mixture of arousal and awe at how devoted the pair are to each other while trusting each other with their more unconventional desires.
The girls come into his office to confirm that he’ll be following them to Rachel’s in about an hour so he can do lesson plans. As they’re about to leave, he walks around his desk. They’d flirted all through the week quite a bit, skirted on the edge of dirty talk, but Will just has to get something off his chest before they go any further.
“Quinn, I should have said something earlier, but…” He trains his eyes on hers. Rachel and Quinn, sitting in chairs as he leans on the desk between them, both, Instinctively, reach their foot over to brush his leg. He swallows, then continues. “Quinn, I know you’re only 15, but I’m in love with you. I need you to know that so we can be on the same page. I want you both…and, I’m already in this…thing, but I just needed you to know that.”
Left unsaid but clearly implied is that he knows Quinn can handle the information, that he knows Quinn may never return his feelings but that she should know this has at least a touch of something more than pure sex for him.
Quinn stands up and leans on the desk next to him, very close. She reaches over and cups his dick, firmly. “We love you, Will, but we’re a couple. This isn’t just sex for us, but we’re committed to each other, forever, already. I’m not in love with you, but …” she squeezes his balls a little harder and leans into his ear. “I’m already very much in love with your cock.”
Will can accept that. He really can. “Okay…now that’s out there, before you go, one last time, tell me again what you want from me, just so there’s no miscommunication,” he says, taking a deep breath and waiting for the answer.
Rachel stands up and joins them, leaning her hip against the desk on the other side of Will, facing him. Quinn’s hand is still caressing Will’s cock, warming him up, obviously. It would be very soon that he’d be using it for real.
Rachel answers with her usual loquaciousness, looking into Will’s eyes, exactly what Will needs. “We want your body. We want you to take my virginity like you took Quinn’s. We want it to be dirty and raw. We want you to fuck me to oblivion tonight, then dump as many loads of cum as you possibly can in our pussies all weekend long.”
Rachel places her hand over Quinn’s, caressing her hand as Quinn continues her deliberate but welcome teasing. This is as risky as they had gotten during the week because of the likelihood of someone (Sue) barging into his office to find them in a compromising position. “After this weekend, we want a mutually satisfying, boundary-pushing, freewheeling sexual relationship while we’re still in school. Then, we want you to come to New York with us and give us babies.”
The last part of the plan needed more thought, but they had talked enough about it so that Will knows it’s a sure thing. He knows both girls are focused, determined and capable, and even these monumental changes in their lives didn’t change that. Quinn is Columbia-bound. Rachel is NYADA- and Broadway-bound. It’s as certain as the sun rising in the east, to use a phrase Rachel would appreciate, and Will could easily find employment. He’d worked in the theater before. He could probably build a modest career for himself in the chorus or as a show choir director, especially if they manage to win a National Championship in the next couple of years.
Between lusting after the girls in his group, he’s still been able to notice there’s talent enough in New Directions to do it.
“I’m in,” he says.
“Good,” Quinn says, giving his dick one last squeeze, then kissing him, then Rachel on the cheek. “We’ll see you soon.”
She leaves first, followed at a respectable distance by Rachel.
Will manages to do the minimum lesson plans while his dick suffers for the next hour.
Will rings the doorbell and waits just long enough to start feeling uncomfortable. He double checks the driveway to make sure only Quinn’s and Rachel’s cars are there. He has time to think about how weird even that sight might be to some people if they knew.
Finally, he hears shuffling on the other side of the door. Rachel opens it, with Quinn, totally focused on Rachel, pressed against her back. They’re both naked, and Quinn is running a hand over Rachel’s belly.
The initial shock of this erotic sight quickly focuses to the shockingly natural image of Rachel’s belly swelling, just over her visible but not quite full bush, with Quinn’s (and Will’s) baby.
“Fuck,” he breathes before Rachel, smirking, pulls him inside.
“We couldn’t wait,” Quinn finally speaks. “Don’t worry, she’s still a virgin.”
“Catch up,” Rachel says, jamming her hand down his pants for her first chance to feel his dick for real, then pulling out to let him get naked.
Quinn pulls Rachel against her as she leans against the wall, and they both watch Will undress. “So hot,” Quinn whispers as he pulls his shirt off his shoulders to reveal his sculpted chest.
“Mmm…I just want to see his dick,” Rachel answers. Will’s past the point of caring that they’re objectifying him at this point. He knows that they love him in their own way, but, sexually, they want him for his dick. And, as much as he cares for both of them, he’ll fuck their brains out, occasionally descending into animal lust.
That’s how this is going to work.
When his dick springs from his boxers and pokes his stomach, Rachel gasps. “Fuck me.”
“That’s what he’s here for, baby.” Quinn giggles, brushing her hand through Rachel's pubic hair affectionately.
Rachel chuckles. “Yeah.”
Will delights in the giddiness he’s been allowed to see in Rachel and Quinn the last week, something they still hide from everyone else.
They’re all naked, so it’s time to move things along. Quinn makes the first move. Will notices that Quinn seems even more confident than she had been during their first sexual encounter.
Will figures maybe it’s because she’s so eager to watch Rachel get fucked and to finally ravish her body herself.
Rachel really is impossibly sexy. In such a small frame, Rachel has everything. She’s even younger than Quinn by a few months, but she isn’t behind at all. Her legs are long and lean, her skin flawless, her ass pert, round, and firm. As with Quinn, though, Will’s biggest surprise is her tits. They’re somewhat fuller than Quinn’s with small, dark areolae and stiff little nipples. As with Quinn, though, Will’s mouth waters at the expanse of Rachel’s belly. Quinn has toned abs. Rachel’s are flat but with a little bit of healthy plumpness to them. Fuck, he wants to kiss her bellybutton, and, by God, he will…a lot.
Quinn’s sexiness comes from her innate ability to use her body as much as the admittedly amazing curves themselves. Rachel’s body is pure sex, and Will’s about to take full advantage.
As he follows Rachel and Quinn up the stairs, or more specifically watches their asses as they climb the stairs, he thanks his lucky stars that these two gorgeous sexpots have chosen to give him their bodies.
Quinn drags Rachel, fingers entwined, to the bedroom. As they turn the corner at the top of the stairs, he bounds up after them. Since there are three of them instead of two, as when he took Quinn’s virginity, he isn’t sure how this would go but is content to follow the girls’ lead.
When he enters the bedroom, they’re already lying on the bed, Rachel on her back with Quinn on her side, again running the tips of her fingers all over Rachel’s body while Rachel smiles and watches Quinn’s expressions change as she finds new wonders in Rachel. Will can see Quinn is enthralled, and he can’t blame her.
When Quinn hears Will enter, she diverts her attention to him while keeping her hand busy with Rachel's nipple.
“Ready?” she asks.
“Whenever Rachel is,” Will answers, approaching the bed.
“I’m ready,” Rachel says, with a shaky voice, her emotional response to Quinn’s obvious enchantment with her body, Will realizes, and not any real nervousness.
Standing at the side of the bed, leaning ever so slightly against it in anticipation, Will watches Quinn as she kisses Rachel with all the love she can muster. “I love you, sweetie, and I can’t wait to watch him fuck you. It’s going to be so good.”
The mixture of dirty talk and tender emotion startles Will and makes him even harder.
Quinn turns back to Will. “Okay, big boy…” Will’s balls twitch at the sexy phrase that just seems so vintage Quinn. “Rachel wants it hard, just like me, and since I’m here, that’s all you have to worry about. I’ll keep her going through the pain, you just push through, then give it to her as hard as you can for as long as you can.”
“And, don’t pull out…I want your cum in my pussy,” Rachel says, still staring at Quinn’s face with an increasingly heated expression.
“Fuck yeah, you do,” Quinn chuckles and kisses her lips hard. Rachel had actually repeated that sentiment often during their conversations in his office. She borders on an obsession at the idea of Will’s cum filling her pussy, but no one’s complaining.
He knew his cum would be flowing in and on these girls many times for years to come, pun intended.
“You heard her,” Quinn says. “She’s ready.”
Will needs no more encouragement and climbs onto the bed between Rachel’s legs.
“Kiss her,” Quinn orders. Will and Rachel fuse their mouths together as if that’s what they’d been waiting for. It is their first kiss, and now Will does wonder why he wasn’t thinking about this more. It’s pretty spectacular. Will licks inside Rachel’s mouth, all over and lines up his dick, grazing her hole with it. She moans.
Now for what they've really been waiting for.
Will pulls away from the kiss, and, immediately, Quinn replaces his mouth with hers on Rachel’s. Will takes that as his cue to go for it. He holds his dick as he slides in and steadily pushes until he breaks Rachel’s hymen, and her virginity is gone forever. She shudders at the pain but moans at what Quinn’s tongue is doing to her and, presumably, the rising pleasure from Will’s cock.
“Fuck, it’s stretching me so good,” Rachel finally says, wrenching her mouth from Quinn’s.
Will, from his perspective, understands what she means. It’s hard not to make comparisons, only because he’s fucking his second 15-year-old girl within days of each other. They’re both fucking spectacular in their own way, and Will’s mind immediately goes to the memory of Quinn’s pussy and how Rachel’s feels perceptibly smaller, tighter but unable swallow the entire length of his dick like Quinn’s. He hits her cervix with about half an inch left.
No matter…Will can feel the hot walls of Rachel’s pussy stretching just like she can, and that’s something he’s never felt in just this way before. Already, he’s hooked, and he’ll try his damnedest over and over to make her take the whole thing.
For now, though, this is more than enough. While Quinn’s pussy hugged his cock, Rachel’s squeezes the life out of it. Again, this isn’t better, just different, and Will enjoys them in different ways. He imagines he isn’t going to last as long with Rachel most of the time.
“Go on, Will…fuck me,” Rachel begs, then does something Will did not expect. She pulls one knee up so her thigh pushes against her stomach, opening herself up just a little bit more. It works, and he’s able to push just a little further into her, still not all the way in but, wow, what a difference.
The move spurs him into action. He turns his head and kisses Quinn briefly as he starts pounding into Rachel’s pussy. He just can’t resist Quinn when her mouth is right there, but then he focuses back on Rachel and lets Quinn do the same.
She starts by kissing all over Rachel’s neck and collarbone, then does exactly what Will had thought of doing and licks and otherwise leaves marks all over the skin of Rachel’s tummy with her mouth, then finally takes a mouthful of one of her tits.
While she does all this, Will pounds, pounds, pounds Rachel. The headboard bangs against the wall, and he doesn’t care one bit. He traces his hands over Rachel’s belly, following roughly the path of Quinn’s mouth, dick throbbing at the feeling of Rachel’s belly jiggling just enough to be so, so sexy.
Soon, Will catches the scent of Quinn’s arousal mixed with Rachel’s. He remembers Quinn’s aroma so vividly, and Rachel’s added to it hurtles him toward his orgasm. Meanwhile, Rachel still holds her legs apart, chanting “Fuck, fuck, fuck” with every thrust.
The volume of juices inside her pussy increases on every thrust in relation to the volume of Rachel’s moans, and Will almost gets his cock all the way in Rachel’s pussy sooner than he expects.
He wants to do it, but he can’t. He moves one arm from where it rests next to Rachel’s breast and pushes the back of her knee so she’s just a tiny bit wider. It still doesn’t get him all the way in, but he sure loves Rachel’s response.
“Yes, put your cum in my cunt," she screams and squeezes her pussy even tighter.
He does. He can’t hold back, and the cum shoots like a heated laser from his balls. His cock twitches and swells and spews what feels like gallons of white hot sperm into Rachel’s pussy.
If Quinn’s couldn’t hold all Will’s cum, Rachel’s has no hope. Immediately, Quinn does her best to lick it up as it runs, mixed with her own cunt juice, from around Will’s dick and out of Rachel’s pussy onto the sheet.
“Mmmm…tastes so good,” Quinn murmurs. “So raunchy.”
Will still holds his cock as far in Rachel’s pussy as possible as the stream of his cum slows down gradually, and Rachel puts her foot back down. The change in angle squeezes the last drop of Will’s cum out.
He pulls out, watches the river of juices flow out of Rachel’s gorgeous pussy, and collapses on the other side of her.
“Whew.”
As Rachel purrs quietly, running her finger through her pussy lips, Quinn watches Will try to catch his breath. “Are you going to be able to keep up with us?” Quinn asks. She’s joking, of course.
Will chuckles. “I’m certainly going to try. Don’t you worry about that.”
“Good,” Quinn replies, and Rachel absentmindedly moves her hand to Will’s cock and balls, brushing her fingers over them just to feel how wet she made them.
“Honey, I think we should give him a rest, though. I wanna feel your tongue on my clit, finally, and I can’t wait to get your fingers in my cunt.”
“Such a dirty girl,” Quinn says and kisses Rachel from mouth to pussy. While she eats Rachel out, Will watches and, eventually, takes his chance to kiss that bellybutton, now slick with sweat. The aroma brings him back to life.
They spend the rest of the weekend naked and fuck everywhere in the house. Watching Rachel and Quinn grind their pussies together with his cum for added lubrication, Will decides, is his favorite thing in the world…besides emptying his balls in one of their pussies.
Will’s relationship with the girls continues as planned for the next two years. Will’s love for Quinn eventually morphs into raw but purely physical passion equaled by his lust for Rachel.
They fuck a lot. He fucks them together and individually. He never goes two full days without dumping at least one load in either Rachel’s or Quinn’s pussy. They rarely spend entire school nights together, but each of their beds is regularly put to the limit of its ability to withstand sexual exertion.
And, while Will’s role in the relationship remains completely platonic, it does evolve into a comfortable dynamic that allows Will to, more than occasionally, quietly pull one of them into the rehearsal room from the hallway, kiss her breath away, then pat her on the ass and send her on her way.
Rachel especially likes this impromptu attention. It always makes her more aggressive and vocal the next time they’re in bed.
Will also knows when to give them space just to be alone together. During those times, he masturbates to visions of what they might be up to together. He knows it’s probably noticeably sweeter than when he’s there, but they sometimes tell him stories of the things Rachel does to Quinn. Will knows their sex without him is explosive, and he has no trouble imagining Rachel’s talented mouth doing magical things to Quinn’s pussy.
He’s seen it when he is there, and without him, Rachel’s focus must be a thing to behold.
One morning, after one of these nights he’s left them alone, they come into his office on his free period. Quinn wears a cream-colored knee length dress with wedges, and Rachel wears a gray argyle design sweater with a gray mid-thigh skirt and flats, legs bare.
They don’t have a free period, but they’re 17-year-old seniors, queens of the school, at the top of their academic and extracurricular games (not to mention defending National Show Choir Champions), with Quinn fully and publicly embracing her sexuality by this time. So, he’s surprised by the urgency in their faces more than the fact that they’ve skipped class to see him.
“We need to talk,” Quinn says, moving to the couch in his office (used more than once for a quickie between two of them when they’re too horny to resist...with the door locked, of course) and sits down, pulling Rachel onto her lap to hold her tight.
Will leans back in his chair, admiring the beauty of the scene, but does his best to listen. “Okay.” He notices Quinn’s even more fixated on Rachel’s stomach than usual as she holds her, but he doesn’t think much of it until Rachel pipes up.
“I want to get pregnant…now.”
Quinn smiles her Rachel smile, kisses her shoulder, and squeezes her tighter.
Will can’t say he’s shocked. Even as his role in their relationship has grown more integral as time passes, he’s also keenly aware of how much more devoted they are to each other now than they had been at the beginning. And, that had been pretty fucking devoted.
“I assume you’ve thought this through,” he says. Frankly, he knows this isn’t about him at all. He obviously has a part to play, and he’s happy about it. But, it isn’t as if he hadn’t been fucking both of these girls as if they were fertile the whole time, and they’d find a way without him.
He’s not going to say no.
“We have,” Quinn answers. “Rachel will stop taking her birth control pills tomorrow, if you agree, and when she gets pregnant, we’ll just tell people the truth…well, the part that doesn’t involve you flooding Rachel’s womb with your sperm in your bed while I whisper how hot it is watching her pussy swallow your dick.”
“Fuck me, how can I possibly say no to that?” Will breathes as his dick grew instantly grows hard.
“We were hoping you wouldn’t,” Rachel said, smiling wider. “We’ll just tell people we were able to convince a sperm bank we were 18 and in need of a withdrawal. Dads won’t mind. They trust my judgment. But, thank god we won’t actually have to do that.”
By this time, too, Rachel’s parents are spending more of their time away on business, and Quinn’s parents couldn’t care less where she is. So, she practically lives at Rachel’s.
Quinn smiles, kisses Rachel just below the ear and whispers, “I’d do it for you, baby.”
“Me too,” Rachel says with stars in her eyes.
“But, yeah, I’m glad we don’t have to.” Quinn chortles.
Will simply sits back and watches, feeling as lucky as ever. Ever since his divorce, these two are his female companionship. He couldn’t think of a better arrangement. There are no strings except their mutual satisfaction and affection for each other, and Will is most definitely satisfied.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” Will finally says.
Rachel and Quinn both spring to their feet and sit on Will’s lap. At that moment, if Sue had walked in, they wouldn’t have cared. They both plant big kisses on his cheek.
They start their quest to put a baby in Rachel the next day.
“Breed me, Will,” Rachel gasps as Will pounds her pussy from behind. “Breed your bitch.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Quinn chants while watching the spectacle in front of her, one hand resting on Rachel’s back, feeling Rachel's body shake on every thrust, the other occupied inside her pussy, finger banging herself, matching the rhythm of her lovers’ fucking.
Rachel’s giving it back to him as much as she’s taking, her ass bouncing on every thrust back. Quinn loves watching her pussy lips split open as Will buries his cock inside over and over.
In fact, she leans over and licks over the exposed part of his shaft and Rachel’s swollen pussy lips, just because she needs to taste.
Will and Quinn had worked at stretching Rachel’s pussy so she can now take his dick like a champ.
And, is she ever?
“I’m gonna…” Wlll grunts, as Quinn sits back up, because Quinn's tongue just does things he couldn't have imagined possible. Quinn glances up at Will’s face, scrunched up with the force of his impending orgasm.
She abruptly pulls her fingers from her own pussy and cups his balls, fingers soaking with her juices. Will is powerless.
“Shit,” he gasps, falling forward over Rachel’s back and cumming like a freight train.
Rachel’s own orgasm follows, and, if anything, she’s able to squeeze Will even tighter now after all the muscles she’s built up over time fucking two people regularly.
Rachel’s orgasm sends electricity straight from her pussy to Will’s balls and coaxes another gush of fertile sperm into her pussy, a wave that she feels from the inside out and causes her to body to go rigid with another orgasm before falling back onto the bed.
Will falls back on his knees, and Quinn wastes zero time straddling Rachel, collecting some excess juice, and shoving her fingers inside Rachel's wet vagina both so she can feel her love’s flooded snatch for herself and to make sure she pushes as much of Will’s cum up Rachel’s pussy.
Miraculously, Will’s erection returns at the sight of Quinn doing her part to impregnate Rachel, so he takes the chance to impale Quinn with his dick, causing Quinn to scream, “Fuck!”
Will goes to town on Quinn’s pussy. Usually, he takes the time to appreciate Quinn’s cunt. He takes pleasure in his girls for different reasons, and Quinn’s pussy is one of those things about her that he's sure never to take for granted. But, this time, his only aim is to get off again.
Quinn has other ideas, though. As awesome as Will’s dick is, and as mind-numbingly blissful she feels when he unloads in her pussy, she doesn’t want to waste any of his sperm tonight. She licks Rachel’s pussy while Will slams hers until she senses he’s about to cum again, and she pulls off of him.
“Put it in Rachel,” she gasps, moving behind Will and guiding his cock into Rachel’s hole again. “Make sure you put a baby in that pussy.”
Rachel moans at feeling Will’s dick, wet with Quinn’s juices, back in her own flooded pussy. She pulls both her knees up against her breasts, aided by Will, and he jams his cock hard into Rachel’s very wet, very hot, very swollen pussy.
Almost immediately, he unleashes one more tidal wave of sperm. It isn’t quite as big a load, but one big whoosh of baby making fluid pours into Rachel’s pussy from Will’s cock.
Exhausted, Will can’t even muster the energy to dip his finger in the veritable swamp of fluids pooling on the sheet from Rachel’s pussy, as hot as that would be. Instead, he falls with a thud onto his back beside Rachel and falls asleep. Rachel and Quinn are used to this happening sometimes and find it endearing. He is an aging pervert, after all.
Quinn surveys the scene, her Spanish teacher and sexual partner, naked and snoring on his bed, dick spent and limp, next to her love who very well could be pregnant with her child right now. She’s rarely overwhelmed, but emotion quickly gets the better of her in this moment.
She reaches out and brushes Rachel’s thigh, smiling down at her as she sees Rachel’s own smile and the light in her eyes. “Will you marry me?” Quinn asks.
“Yes,” Rachel answers simply and calmly before pulling Quinn down on top of her, mess be damned, and kisses her more thoroughly than she ever has before.
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