What's New Pussycat

by Sasodooda

Brittany and Santana Pierce-Lopez live in Portland,OR and own a small Burlesque Club called What's New Pussycat, in the gritty Hawthorne neighborhood full of hobos, homos, hipsters and hippies alike. During highschool the girls and their friends formed and competed in a roller derby league, their biggest competitors being their older sisters' team. Every year the little sisters get

1. Satan's Followers

Title: What's New Pussycat

Pairings: Brittany/Santana, mentions of Quinn/Rachel, Artie/Tina, Mercedes/Sam, amongst others...maybe...

Rating: M (language & sexual content-this will be very wanky, just fair warning, so if you don't like that, don't read). Humor/romance/family. Some may find it boring, but all of my stories will have our girls together as they should be.

Summary: Brittany and Santana Pierce-Lopez live in Portland,OR and own a small Burlesque Club called What's New Pussycat, in the gritty Hawthorne neighborhood full of hobos, homos, hipsters and hippies alike. During highschool the girls and their friends formed and competed in a roller derby league, their biggest competitors being their older sisters' team. Every year the little sisters get their asses beat by their big sisters, but this year they are determined to turn that around. Want to see what happens?

Disclaimer: I do not own or operate Glee or any Glee characters, I simply try to give certain characters (Brittany and Santana) good story opportunities. My imagination is all mine and yours to enjoy if you want.

Author's note: All mistakes are mine, hopefully not too many. Also, I am not an expert in Roller Derby but I thoroughly enjoy watching it. I have read up on it as best as I could but if there are any inconsistencies I apologize in advance. This is an AU story so the league and teams and their schedules in this story are all from my imagination and not a part of any actual leagues that compete in real life.

Chapter 1 - Satan's Followers

"Hmmmm..." Santana hummed, deep in thought, staring at her computer screen.

"Hmmmmm, what Baby?" Brittany kissed the top of her wife's head and peered at the screen.

"Just trying to decide what name to choose for Rachel at today's match?" Santana grinned evily, tilting her head back to look up at Brittany.

Brittany looked down at her wife's face and giggled, "You're evil."

Even though highschool ended years ago, Santana took great pleasure in teasing and torturing her friend Rachel Berry. Rachel was small, loud and abnoxious, always had been and Santana, while never denying Rachel's talent in the music department and admiring her ambition, loved to antagonize the girl. Each week before a roller derby match she would get on-line and change Rachel's nickname in the computer system. So when their flamboyant friend and derby announcer, Kurt introduced their team and their amazing derby names, Rachel, once again had to endure a new and insulting nickname from her team leader, Satan herself. Rachel thought Santana was a seriously criminal computer hacker that needed to be stopped but really Quinn, Rachel's girlfriend, who also used to harass Rachel in highschool and Santana's good friend, secretly passed Santana the on-line password each week so she could change Rachel's nickname to something horribly funny and always embarrassing. Some things never change.

"And you love it," Santana puckered her plump lips for an upside down kiss.

Brittany obliged, then continued leaving kisses all over Santana's face. Santana giggled and wiggled, which she would NEVER admit to, as Brittany's kisses moved to her neck and exposed throat. "Britt!" she squealed, "stop that tickles!"

Brittany slowed her kisses till her lips landed back on Santana's. She pulled back enough to pull the rolling chair away from the desk and straddle Santana's lap so they were face to face.

"Hey," she whispered.

"Hi," Santana grinned.

"No more computer," Brittany pouted her pink rosebud lips.

Santana cocked her head to the side, eyebrows furrowed, "No? How come?"

"Cuz," Brittany whispered, "I want boom boom."

Santana burst out laughing at how cute Brittany was. "Boom boom huh?"

"Yeah," Brittany leaned forward slightly, ghosting her lips across Santana's jaw, "you know I get all excited and anxious before the first match of the season..."

Santana was no longer laughing. Her melted chocolate colored eyes rolled back into her head as Brittany continued to kiss and suck along her jawline to just below her ear, her warm breath caused goose bumps to raise across Santana's skin.

To say they had a healty sex life was an understatement and Brittany had the cutest names for each of her favorite ways to have sex. If she wanted to eat Santana out she'd say, "I want to suck on you." If she wanted Santana to eat her out she'd say, "You want pussy Baby?" If she was in the mood for a nice finger fucking she'd say, "I want you inside of me." or vice versa, "I want to feel you." "Boom boom", was code for their strap-on. And if she wanted any one or all of those things in the shower, she'd ask, "You wanna get wet?" How could Santana ever refuse. Would you?

Brittany and Santana met when they were about ten and in the fifth grade. Santana's father, Cruz, after 20 years as an Army medic and surgeon retired from the Army and got a job at OHSU, a well known hospital in Portland,OR. The Lopez family which included Santana's mother Mari, and all girls, including twins; Stella and Symone, then, Seiger and last Santana, had lived in Germany, California, New Mexico, North Carolina, Florida, Pennsylvania and Washington before finally settling in Portland, Oregon. Santana began the school year in Olympia,WA and in January after the winter holiday, began anew, once again in this new town. It was nothing new to her and her family, but this time she knew they would not be moving at any given moment so she was kind of excited to make friends, friends that she would not have to say good bye to and most likely never see again. She was nervous but put on a brave front, as usual. Her older sister Seiger kissed her on the forehead before cooly straightening the collar of Santana's shirt and patting her on the cheek. She executed that signature Lopez smirk and waited for Santana to follow her lead. Santana smirked at her sister and turned to entered the classroom. Seiger slapped her booty with a "go get 'em," before heading to her new sixth grade classroom.

Santana's new teacher, made her introduce herself to the class before seating her in a double desk next to a pretty blonde girl. The blonde smiled at Santana shyly before focusing back on their teacher. As started the history lesson Santana noticed the blonde next to her began to fidget, her knee bouncing, her hips wiggling in her seat. noticed too and did not look happy. The blonde could barely sit still, noted by the continuous squeak of her chair and she was getting extremely serious looks from the teacher.

"Brittany," said sternly, "if you cannot sit still and pay attention, I will have to ask you to stand in the corner again."

The blonde, Brittany, cheeks red with embarrassment, straightened in her seat. She looked down as she clasped her hands together in an attempt to still herself. "I'm sorry . I'll try harder."

"See that you do," said as she began to drone on and on again.

Brittay sighed, apologized again and tried to stay on task. Santana had seen kids like the blonde before, there was usually one in every classroom. She felt bad for the blonde and this teacher was seriously boring even to Santana, who rarely had problems in school. The teacher continued to side eye Brittany and Santana grew angrier and angrier. The blonde wasn't really doing anything wrong. She wasn't talking or interrupting, she was just moving around. A lot. After another fidgety chair squeak from Brittany and the fiftieth dirty look from the teacher, Santana looked over at her blonde neighbor. Brittany's blue eyes locked with her own brown eyes and Santana's heart clenched at the sight of the tears threatening to fall. Brittany mouthed, "I'm sorry" to Santana and before she knew what she was doing, she reached over and linked her pinky with Brittany's. She squeezed a few times and gave Brittany a small smile and nod indicating she wasn't mad or annoyed at her. Brittany's cheeks pinked with a blush and returned the smile. She squeezed Santana's pinky back and found that her erratic heart beat settled down a little. When she found herself getting antsy again, she looked down at the new girl's hand. She slowly released their pinkies but not her hand. She busied herself by smoothing her fingers gently over the other girl's soft skin. She tested the texture of the chipped polish on the nails and ran her fingers up and down and around each finger as if trying to memorize each line and groove and tiny scar she discovered, all the while listening to talk about the civil war. She noticed a small red paper cut on the inside of the girls' thumb and blew a cool breath over it before leaning down and pressing the tiniest kiss to the boo boo. Santana gasped and stared at Brittany in momentary shock and Brittany stared back, her face red with embarrassment as she immediately dropped the other girl's hand. Brittany grew up in a very affectionate family and she often acted before she thought, another side effect of her ADHD, much to her own chagrin. Santana let out her breath and giggled quietly at the comical look on Brittany's face and her tomato red cheeks. Brittany sucked her lips into her mouth before mouthing another "I'm sorry" to her new neighbor. Santana shook her head and smiled. She opened her brand new notebook and quickly wrote out a note to Brittany, it said..

S - It's ok, don't be sorry. I just didn't expect that, but thank you. I hate paper cuts.

Brittany took the offered pencil from the new girl's hand and wrote back...

B - Sometimes I do things before I think about them. Your name is Santana right? Did I spell it right? Hope your boo boo feels a little better now.

Santana took back her pencil and wrote...

S - Yes, Santana. It's nice to meet you Brittany. And yes, it feels MUCH better now : )

B- Nice to meet you too 3

Santana offered her hand back to Brittany as the teacher continued with the lesson, her tummy tumbled when she felt their skin touch again. The teacher droned on as Brittany quietly occupied herself with Santana's hand and also found that she heard nearly everything the teacher said, proved later when her and Santana completed their worksheets about the history lesson first and were allowed to head out to recess, where Brittany introduced Santana to her other friends. They were inseperable from then on. For the remainder of their years in school, whenever Brittany got antsy in class Santana would offer her hand.

Brittany was the youngest of two older sisters; Christina and Stevie, and an older sister to their foster sister, Vanessa, whom they all called Sugar. Brittany's mom, Susan, was a nurse turned stay-at-home mom and her dad, Adam worked as surgical nurse at OHSU, along side Santana's dad. After that first day of school the girls walked home with their older siblings and discovered they lived on the same street. Both families became aquainted and grew close as well. Cruz and Adam had the hospital they worked at in common and Susan often helped out with all the girls after school when Mari was busy showing a house or working at the office of the real estate firm she worked part time for. From day one Santana and Brittany were rarely not together and because all the girls from both families were of similar ages they naturally became friends too.

Santana's parents originally came from San Diego,CA. Cruz's parents were Hispanic, Catholic and extremely old fashioned. Mari lived with her mother, she never knew her father. Mari's mother liked Cruz but wanted more for her daughter. She wanted Mari to go to college and be independent. Neither of their parents supported the couples blossoming relationship. They tried to limit the couples time together in hopes they would eventually go their separate ways. Their parents' negative involvement pushed them to move too quickly, they were young and in love and too eager. They felt invincible as long as they were together. They disliked their parents restrictions, they wanted to be together but really had no idea what they wanted to do with their lives. Much to their families dismay they married right after highschool and moved in with Cruz's older sister Victoria. After too many dead end jobs and endless money struggles, Victoria convinced Cruz to consider the Army. It was one of the best decisions Cruz and Mari ever made as husband and wife. After boot camp Cruz decided to become a medic and began his medical training in New Mexico with his wife by his side. Life was tough on the young couple in the beginning even though Cruz finally felt focused. They were both so young and away from their families for the first time in their lives and until Mari decided she wanted to get her realtors license, she was alone a lot because Cruz was training and at school for many hours every day. Cruz and Mari eventually mended their relationship with their parents and were more than proud that they had, in a sense, proven them wrong. Cruz and Mari decided that when they had children, in order to help prevent their own kids from making the same mistakes they had, they would be very open and honest about everything from their own past to general relationship issues and of course, sex. They always used anatomically correct words when teaching their daughters about their bodies and sex. They were determined their girls would respect their bodies and the bodies of others, thus creating strong, healthy, vocal, self respecting girls and it worked. Their daughters were strong, loving, open and honest little beings.

The Pierce family was very similar and were not embarrassed in the least about showing affection and discussing sexual topics. Adam Pierce grew up in Portland, OR. His parents worked for the United States Postal Service. He had one older sister and a dog. He was a good student and a boy scout. His life was happy if not mundane and uneventful. When he graduated highschool and enrolled at Portland State University, his whole world was flipped upside down. He met the hottest Swedish foreign exchange student in the world, his used these words every time he retold this story. Susan Decker lived with two other roommates across the hall in his apartment building. Adam borrowed so many cups of sugar that first year of college, until Susan finally agreed to go on a date with him. Adam and Susan thoroughly enjoyed each other and life in general. After their first year of school, Susan took Adam home to meet her family in Sweden. Susan grew up in a very loving, affectionate family and Adam absolutely fit right in. They moved in together their second year of college and helped each other all through their medical schooling and training. They enjoyed being together and only married after completing school so that Susan would not be deported whenever her visa expired. Life was good and work was hard and long, but necessary. After a few years of marriage they decided to try for a baby and got lucky almost right away. They decided that Adam would continue working as a surgical nurse while Susan took some time of to be with the baby, but she loved being a mommy so much, she never went back to work. Their daughters were loved beyond measure and showered with attention and lots of hugs and kisses daily.

When it was discovered that Brittany had issues with hyperactivity they veered away from medical intervention and tried to refocus their over active daughter. They enrolled her in dance classes and gymnastics and encouraged her to find her own ways to calm herself. Susan was friends with a child psycologist that even suggested teaching Brittany about masterbation to help release some of her pent up energy. Susan discussed it with Adam and when Brittany really started to struggle at school in the third grade, they sat her down and explained masterbation to her. That night Brittany experimented on her body at bedtime. It felt nice so she continued to do it, often masterbating right before she left for school in the mornings and even sometimes during school. Whenever she felt extra antsy, she would ask for the restroom pass and take a few minutes in a stall to masterbate and calm herself. After school she usually had an activity scheduled or would play outside with her sisters and the neighbor kids till near dark. After dinner was homework time and Brittany often had to take little breaks on her bed to release her energy so she could stay on task and finish her homework. After a bath, usually with Sugar, playing mermaids or pretending to be rubber ducky sisters, she'd usually masterbate in bed before falling asleep and often would wake in the middle of the night and masterbate again in order to fall back to sleep. She didn't mind, it truly helped her, and her family encouraged her activities because it worked for her. There was no denying it.

Santana knew what masterbation was but she had never done it before. She knew Brittany did it and why. Brittany was not shy about it at all and often when the girls had sleepovers Santana would awakened to Brittany's noises and movements. Santana wasn't fazed, it was just Brittany, so she'd just go back to sleep. Sometimes during the day, usually because it was super rainy or too cold to play outside, if Brittany got cranky or started acting naughty her mom or dad or one of her sisters would send her to her room to get herself under control aka masterbate.

Santana became more and more curious about masterbation. One afternoon when the girls were about 12 and in middle school, they were doing homework in Brittany's bedroom. Brittany started to get fidgety from sitting still for too long trying to finish her math assignment. Santana suggested Brittany take a break. Brittany nodded and climbed onto her bed immediately slipping her hand down the front of her black leggings and rubbing herself. Santana watched as Brittany's brow furrowed above her closed eyes, her body wiggling on the pale blue comforter. Santana felt a pulse between her own legs. She felt her cheeks heat up and quickly turned back to her own homework, but continued to sneak peeks as Brittany's quiet squeaks and soft moans filled the room. A few mintues later, Brittany returned to the desk and sat beside her best friend. She had discarded her shirt and sat in only her leggings, her blonde hair tousled, her sweaty bangs stuck to her forehead. She took a long drink from her water bottle and got back to her homework.

"Feel better," Santana asked, then giggled noticing Brittany's nakedness, "Britt Britt! Where did your shirt go?

"Too hot," Brittany shrugged, picking up her pencil and getting on with her next math problem.

They worked in silence for a bit. Santana's curiousity got the better of her till she was almost as fidgety as Brittany. She had never touched herself before, like Brittany did. She shifted in her seat. "Hey Britt?"

"Mhm," Brittany hummed and giggled, "Santana, you're so wiggly today!"

"What does it feel like? What you do." Santana felt her cheeks heat up again, even though she knew Brittany wouldn't care or be embarrassed by her questions.

"You still haven't tried Santana?" Brittany teased. She'd been trying to get Santana to touch herself for almost a year now.

Santana shook her head no, smiling shyly down at her worksheet.

"It feels really good Santana, please try it. I know you'll like it. And it is such a nice release or something. I can't really explain it, you have to do it to really understand. C'mon, I'll help you the first time." She grabbed Santana's hand and pulled her enthusiastically to the bed.

"Now? I-I-I-I-don't know..." Santana pulled away but Brittany's pout and her own curiousity were weighing heavy.

"Please Santana, I want you to feel good too. Pleeeeeeeeeaaaasssseeeee!"

"Fine, ok, I'll try," Santana said nervously wringing her hands together.

Brittany's giant smile lit up the room and calmed Santana's beating heart slightly. "Yay! Ok, now lay on your back and get comfy ok?"

Santana complied easily, she trusted Brittany. They slept in the same bed, they were best friends, heck, they even bathed together. This was just another milestone, right?

Brittany leaned down and kissed Santana's forehead smiling down at her. "Ok, so I'm going to show you where to touch yourself and how to rub just right to make if feel really good ok?"

Santana nodded.

"I'm going to have to touch down your pants ok, but on the underwear, just so you'll know where the spot is ok?"

Santana nodded again and swallowed, her heart beating quicker.

"Britt?"

Brittany looked into Santana's deep brown eyes.

"After you show me where to touch, will you do it too? Next to me?"

Brittany smiled and nodded yes, then bent down and kissed Santana's cheek sweetly, "Of course."

Santana smiled up at her best friend. After the first day they met, Santana had gotten used to Brittany's sweet kisses, she loved them.

Brittany lifted the hem of Santana's shirt above her bellybutton and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, slowly moving her hand underneath. Santana gasped, it already felt really good and her heart sped up, like she was running a race or about to give a presentation in front of the entire class.

"You ok?" Brittany whispered.

Santana nodded and gulped, "It just feels really good already and my heart is going really fast."

Brittany smiled wide at her best friend, happy she could share this experience with her. In fact, Brittany's heart was racing too and she had that feeling between her legs too...

"Ok, you feel where my fingers are?" Brittany's long fingers grazed over the top of Santana's panties, "this is called the clitoris or clit," Brittany explained, recalling when her parents had explained it to her a few years ago.

Santana let our a small squeak and her body involuntarily jumped at the touch, her clit already hard and throbbing. She nodded yes quickly to let Brittany know she heard her and understood.

"Ok good. So from here you just rub it till you feel like you might pop," she rubbed Santana's nub firmly in tight circles, like she would to herself and Santana spread her legs wider at the feeling, "and keep rubbing because the best part is when you actually do pop. OK? You ready to try?"

"I think so," Santana panted, "but I don't want you to stop."

Brittany giggled and kept rubbing, "then I won't ok? I'll help you this time, all the way ok?"

Santana nodded as her body writhed around in pleasure.

"Just tell me when you're close to popping ok? Because I have a little trick I like to do ok?"

Santana nodded eagerly.

Brittany continued her motions and watched Santana's brow furrow as she squeezed her eyes closed tightly, her hands gripped at the comforter beneath her. She panted and writhed, sweat formed on her upper lip and forehead. She started to let out little squeaks and groans of pleasure.

"You close Santana? You feel it?"

"Yes," Santana gasped and Brittany immediately pressed down with two fingers hard on her clit. The smaller girl let out a high pitched squeal of pleasure as her body shuddered under Brittany's touch.

Brittany rubbed slower and slower till Santana calmed. She snuggled closer to her best friend as she brought her hand from beneath her jeans to settle on the warm skin of her stomach, rubbing slow circles. She nuzzled her face into Santana's slightly sweaty neck, placing a kiss there and whispering into her ear, "You did it Santana. How do you feel?"

Santana wrapped both her arms around Brittany, pulling her closer. "Woah," she struggled between breathes, "that...was...incredible..."

Brittany giggled and pressed another kiss to Santana's neck.

Santana's mind returned to the present, her sexy wife straddling her lap breathing hotly on her skin. Santana's hands roamed to Brittany's perfectly round ass and squeezed. Brittany gasped and grinded her center against Santana's stomach.

"Bedroom." Santana insisted, "I'll be right there. Get naked."

Brittany growled and nipped Santana's pulse point before running to their bedroom. Santana quickly typed out Rachel's nickname for tonight's match into the computer, saved it and closed out the program before running after Brittany into the bedroom, stripping her clothes off, leaving a trail behind her. Brittany was bent over in front of their bedside table rummaging in their toy drawer, her glorious naked ass on full display. This time Santana growled and stalked over to her nude wife immediately running her hands up the back of her smooth, pale thighs to her round ass cheeks and squeezing playfully. Brittany hummed appreciatively as she stood, strap-on and light purple dildo in hand, while Santana's hands continued to roam her body, slowly moving up her sides before gently cupping her breasts, her pink nipples instantly hardening at her lovers touch. Santana brought her lips to Brittany's shoulder blade, pressing their naked bodies together. She nipped, sucked and kissed a path over her shoulder and up her neck, pushing her long blonde hair out of the way with her hand before returning it to Brittany's breast. Brittany hummed as she felt herself grow wetter with every touch of those plump lips and caress of her velvet tongue.

"Bed..." Brittany moaned as Santana began to pinch and roll each nipped between her fingers, "Please Baby..."

Santana took the strap-on and dildo from Brittany's hands and slowly pulled them into place as Brittany splayed herself on their king sized bed, spreading her legs to reveal her very wet center to her wife. Santana's eyes roamed her lovers body, reveling in her toned, healthy dancers body. She longed to be squeezed by those thich thighs and to run her hands and her tongue over those tight abs. She felt her own wetness nearly dripping down her thighs. Brittany noticed her wife's staring and teasingly ran her hands up her own body, cupping her breasts before pinching each nipple so they remained in tight, pink peaks for her lover. Santana crawled up the bed and pushed Brittany's hands to the side as she took the right nipple into her mouth, sucking gently and flicking her tongue over the peak every little bit. Her other hand cupped the left breast, massaging and caressing till Brittany was mewling beneath her, her own hands threading through Santana's midnight black hair to hold her closer. "Shit Baby," Brittany whined. Santana sucked her nipple harder, loving Brittany's dirty mouth during sexy times. She straddled one of Brittany's legs, the dildo resting against Brittany's thigh and kissed over to her other nipple to suckle before kissing down her rock hard abs, dipping her tongue into her bellybutton causing Brittany to gasp.

Santana kissed Brittany's open mouth dipping her tongue inside, running it along the back of her front teeth before Brittany's tongue began to battle with her own, velvety and wet. Brittany opened her mouth wider and sucked Santana's already swollen bottom lip in between her own sucking roughly and bringing her hands up to grasp onto Santana's ample, swinging tits, massaging and kneading until Santana whimpered. Using her thumbs she pressed and circled each nipple till Santana's hips were thrusting forward in unison with each movement.

"Are you ready Baby," Santana kissed over to Brittany's ear, "you want me inside of you?"

"Please Baby," Brittany mewled again as goosebumps erupted across her skin.

Santana leaned further back until she could look down between their bodies. She slowly, maticulously and very lightly, using just the movement of her upper body traced her dark pebbled nipples over Brittany's collar bone down to her chest. She rubbed and circled Brittany's hard, rosey nipples with her own, watching as more and more goosebumps covered her lovers skin.

"Oh God Baby, that feels so good," Brittany whimpered, "Shit Baby, I'm so wet. Please, I need you."

"Let me see if you're ready for me," Santana trailed her left hand down Brittany's toned abs and over her pubic mound into her awaiting folds. Brittany cried out at the first touch of Santana's fingertips against her throbbing clit. She rubbed slow circles for a few minutes, reaching down lower to gather wetness every few strokes as Brittany began to moan and move her hips in accordance with Santana's movements. She dipped lower, her eyes locked with Brittany's as she teased two fingers around her extremely wet entrance before pushing in firmly yet gently. Brittany moaned in pleasure and lifted her head from the bed to lock Santana's mouth with her own, her fingers once again threading into Santana's long locks. Santana's fingers moved smoothly in and out of Brittany's pussy, pausing inside to feel her soft, spongy walls.

"Mine," Santana breathed into Brittany's open mouth.

"All your's Baby," Brittany panted.

Santana pushed in and out a few more times, going knuckle deep and scissoring her fingers to make sure her girl was stretched enough to take their dildo inside her without too much discomfort. She was more than wet enough but Santana wanted a better view of her girl's body before they started. "I want you on top," Santana rasped, "I want to see you take this into you." Santana sat up on her knees, the dildo springing up straight out mid air.

"Fuck yeah," Brittany smirked excitedly, she loved riding Santana, whether is was with their strap-on, Santana's fingers or riding her lover's face. They quickly switched places and Brittany straddled her wife, spreading her legs wide to give her girl a perfect view of her pink folds.

"Shit Baby," Santana gasped as she ran her hands up Brittany's thighs, her thumbs dipping into her pussy lips to spread them as she exposed her swollen clit. "Up and on Baby, c'mon, yeah, like that..."

Brittany lifted up on her knees and let Santana guide her onto the phallus, sinking down slowly as she was filled. "So hot," Santana whispered. Once Brittany was all the way on, the back side of the dildo hit Santana's clit deliciously. Brittany instantly reached out and grasped Santana's breasts as she slowly started to make tight figure eight motions with her hips against her lover.

"Yeah Baby," Santana mewled as she watched Brittany's titties bounce, "you ready?"

Brittany nodded and lifted onto her knees squeezing Santana breasts for balance as she quickly started to bounce up and down on the dildo. Santana met her movements thrusting up as Brittany pushed down, creating a perfect rhythm to hit all the right spots inside her girl and to create the perfect friction on her own clit. Santana's hands roamed up Brittany's sides to her perfect breasts. She squeezed and ran her thumbs over the sensitive peaks as Brittany moaned and mewled above her.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Brittany grunted at each thrust, "faster Baby!"

Santana gave her girl what she needed, her hands moved back to Brittany's hips, guiding her down harder and faster to her breaking point, her own belly tightening as she watched her wife's eyes roll back into her head with pleasure. "Fuck Baby," Santana panted, "so hot...take it...Shit!"

"Oh God! Fuckkkkk meee!" Brittany screamed as she climaxed and Santana felt Brittany's hot, wetness drip onto her own pussy from above pushing her over the edge as well.

"So good, fuck!" Santana squealed as she came down, Brittany's hips still moving in small, steady circles. She leaned forward slowly stopping her movements, resting her forehead against Santana's.

"Wow," her breath ghosted over Santana's parted lips.

"Shit yeah wow," Santana giggled.

"I want to do you now," Brittany kissed Santana's nose and slowly sat up with smirk. She always recuperated quicker than her wife and she knew it.

Santana laughed and lay limp as Brittany removed the strap-on from her lower half and pulled it on herself. Brittany turned her back on Santana and peeked at her over her shoulder, wiggling her cute butt at her wife before sitting on the edge of the mattress. "Like this," Brittany indicated that Santana should straddle her lap on the edge of the bed, "I want my arms around you and at this angle your boobies will be right in my face because I need to suck on them, like right now...c'mon baby."

Santana giggled and sat up, feeling that familiar pull of arousal in her lower stomach yet again. Good grief her girl was sexy, cute and incredibly insatiable. Santana crawled across the bed and placed a few kisses to her lovers back and shoulder before staddling her lap and sinking down onto the dildo, still covered in Brittany's juices. Brittany hummed her approval watching Santana's wet pussy swallow the phallus easily and once accessible instantly took one of Santana's nipples into her awaiting mouth and suckled. Her hands smoothed up Santana's legs pulling them from the floor to wrap around Brittany's waist as she began to bounce up and down on the mattress' edge, her hands pushing and pulling Santana's hips back and forth allowing the dildo to enter and exit her pussy with a delicious wet, sucking sound. Santana instantly began to moan and gasp, as this angle allowed the dildo to touch and tease her g-spot till she couldn't keep her eyes focused.

"Fuck Baby, feels so good," Santana mewled, one hand grasping the hair at the back of Brittany's head, the other pulled her closer to her chest by the back of her neck. Brittany moved her mouth to suck and lick Santana's other nipple and she altered one of her hands against Santana's hips so she could push and circle her clit.

"Oh shit! Fuck me!" Santana screamed as soon as she felt Brittany's thumb against her clit. "So close, so close Baby..."

Brittany bounced and worked her own hips harder against the mattress, moving her lips up to suck on Santana's throbbing pulse point marking her with ease. "Come for me Baby," she whispered into her wife's ear, "I want to feel your hot cum drip onto my thighs..."

"Fuck!" Santana squealed and she felt herself gush just like Brittany wanted. She loved it when Brittany talked dirty, it turned her on so much.

"That's right," Brittany kissed down her neck, slowing the movement of her hips, bringing her wife down gently, "just like that, Baby...I can feel your juices Baby, just for me..."

Santana clung to her wife and buried her face into her neck, still panting heavily, her pussy throbbing around the dildo still buried inside her. Brittany stood, her warm palms cupping Santana's naked butt cheeks. She slowly continued to move her hips, keeping the dildo inside her wife. She gently massaged Santana's ass and slowly but surely started to move her hips faster once again. Santana was seriously sensitive but gave herself to her wife willingly, trusting her beyond anyone or anything in the world. She bit down on Brittany's neck, feeling the undeniable pull in the pit of her stomach.

"One more Baby," Brittany insisted sweetly, "I know you can do it...fuck Baby, I love being inside of you, feels so good. Come for me baby, one more, I want to taste your cum, just one more." Her hips moved faster and Santana cried out as another seriously strong orgasm ripped through her body.

"Fuck me," Santana laughed breathlessly against Brittany's neck.

"Good girl," Brittany cooed as she carefully laid Santana onto her back on the bed and slowly eased the dildo from her opening, "that's right, so good." She kissed down Santana's sweaty torso and licked gently up and down her sensitive folds, devouring her cum. "All for me," Brittany smiled against Santana's pussy lips...

"Oh shit!" They heard from the doorway. "Not fucking again!" Sugar slammed the door shut as Santana and Brittany burst out laughing. Sugar walked in on them all the time, since way back when they became sexually active in middle school.

"You think she'd learn to knock," Santana giggled breathlessly as Brittany kissed back up her body, leaving two open mouthed kisses to her nipples before bringing their mouths together for a mini make out session.

Brittany shrugged, "Maybe she'll learn one of these days. You ready to get going, we need to head to The Track soon."

"Seriously?" Santana sighed, "after what you just did to me, I think I need a nap. Shit"

Brittany giggled, pressing several more kisses to Santana's mouth before burying her head into her lover's boobs. "No nap," she mumbled against Santana's skin, "I'll go get you a power bar and a coke!"

Santana laughed again and held her girl close for a few more minutes before they both got up and headed into the bathroom across the hall, still very much naked.

"Sugar!" Brittany hollered at the girl on the sofa covering her eyes against their nakedness, "get Santana a power bar and a coke, she's gonna need it before the jam tonight!"

"Fuck me," Sugar grumbled as she stumbled blindly into the kitchen to do as she was told, still unwilling to open her eyes to witness her sister and sister-in-law naked yet again.

"Thank you," Santana teased sweetly before following Brittany into the bathroom.

After they dressed and Santana replenished with a power bar and coke on the car ride, they arrived at The Track. The Track was owned by the Hummel's. Burt and his wife Carol owned an auto shop and The Track, which was basically an old warehouse that Burt used to store car parts for the shop. Burt took care of the auto shop while his son's Finn and Kurt handled The Track. Kurt organized all the team scheduling from tournaments to practices while Finn did maintinance and acted as an official during matches, he also worked with Burt at the shop on weekdays. Noah Puckerman aka Puck went to school along with all the girls, Finn and Kurt, but had also worked in Burt's auto shop since he was about 13 and helped officianate the matches as well. Kurt was the official announcer and helped coach most of the teams seeing as this was a really small local league of only five teams. Most of the teams practiced all year long except when The Track closed down in November, December and January. Burt refused to waste money heating the warehouse during those cold months and everyone was usually really busy with the holidays anyway. The girls in the league decided to hold two sessions each year, one from April thru June and the second from August to October and the two highest scoring teams would then face each other head to head for that years title. They usually had two back to back matches every Saturday evening where four of the five teams would play. Followed by a night of fun at the club Brittany and Santana owned called What's New Pussycat. Tonight was the first game of the second session of the year. Santana and Brittany's team against the only other team, besides their sister's team that ever gave them any grief, The Bustie Bitches, and they are exactly what you'd expect, amazon tall bitches with giant hooters. This year Santana had come up with the perfect plan to take these bitches down, pun intended and it would be put into play at tonight's match. The second match of the night was going to be the girls' sisters' team The Elm Street Walkers verses The Ken and Barbarellas and let's just say, those hoes didn't stand a chance.

Santana was team captain of Satan's Follows, her derby name, Satan, of course. Brittany was Jezzabelle, wife of Satan. Santana or Satan squeezed into her tight red fo-vinyl boy shorts and push up bustier, then pulled on her black fishnet thigh highs. She sat on the bench in the locker room to pull on her black skates. Brittany leaned against the lockers to Santana's right already dressed in her short, red lace halter top "wedding dress" that barely covered her lacy panty covered ass and matching red lace thigh highs, staring at her sexy wife's ample cleavage while she bent over to tie her skates.

"Fuck Britt you're drooling," Quinn smirked gliding into the locker room on her skates, already dressed in her tight black pleather shorts body suit, her chin length blonde hair tossled just so, for that just-fucked look, "freakin' just like highschool." Quinn Lucy Fabray was aply nicknamed Bi-Polar Lucifer for her bi-sexual ways and her jaw dropping mood swings. Her girlfriend Rachel, and the butt of most of Santana's jokes, followed Quinn grinning like a fool as usual, her skates hanging from her shoulders. Her long brown hair was done in two braids and she was wearing her signature red and black short plaid skirt and white button down shirt, open and tied together at her waist, showing the hot pink push-up bra underneath.

Santana stood from the bench, skates now secure and ran her thumb over the corner of Brittany's mouth, swiping the moisture, before placing a kiss there. "Fuck you Fabray, my baby can drool over me anytime." She winked at Brittany before turning to flip Quinn off just as one of her older twin sisters, Stella, skated into the locker room.

"Seriously classy Satan," Stella laughed before skating over to her baby sister and kissing her cheek, then Brittany's. Even though the sisters were super competitive they all seriously loved each other. From the time the girls were little all of their parents had always encouraged healthy competition. When their older sisters and friends started their own derby team, the little sisters soon followed suit. They competed against each other every year and each year the little sisters got their asses beat. Brittany's dad Adam always told them competition was healthy for the soul as long as they kept the bloodshed to a minimum.

"Well Berry," Santana continued, glaring Rachel up and down, "I do believe you once again, resemble every Asian businessman's school girl slash Britney Spears sexual fetish, bravo. But you serioulsy looked more like you belong on Team Argyle Gal than one of Satan's Followers, I think some of them are here tonight to check out the competition, why don't you shove off and join their team."

"Hey!" Tina yelled from the doorway, interrupting Santana and Rachel's stare down, "I'm Asian and that's racist!" She playfully punched Santana in the arm and swatted her butt as she made her way to her locker to toss her stuff inside and slip on her skates. Tina had been such a shy girl in elementary and middle school. The summer before highschool Brittany talked her into highlighting her hair with blue and purple streaks and it released the inner Tina demon. She started wearing a lot of black and watching a lot of vampire flicks. Tina straightened out the collar of her silver fo-snakeskin fo-vinyl body suit, The Wicked Temptress was ready.

Meanwhile Brittany pulled Santana closer to kiss and suck noisily at the tops of each exposed breast, much to everyone's disgust and laughter. "Oh God," Sugar groaned loudly walking into the room followed by Mercedes, who snickered. Sugar aka The Sweetest Demon and Mercedes aka The Angel of Darkness were fully decked out in their costumes minus the skates. Sugar in her sexy candy striper dress with added push up bra and Mercedes in her black pleather body squeezing bustier, booty shorts and black fish nets. Her ample, pushed up, squeezed out bosom put Santana's to shame, almost. Her boyfriend Sam sure enjoyed it, he always got to The Track extra early to get a front row seat.

The rest of the older girls' team straggled in, which included Santana's two other older sisters; Symone and Seiger, Brittany and Sugar's sisters; Christina and Stevie, Quinn's older sister; Frannie, Tina's older sister Stacia and Mercedes' older sisters; Ashley and Devin, just as Sugar began to retell of how she accidentally walked in on Brittany and Santana getting it on again and how she is surprised she is not blind yet. Santana replied that Sugar likes to watch them or she'd have learned to knock by now. Sugar protested that she does knock but they never answer, to which Brittany supplied, as she momentarily lifted her face from Santana's cleavage, that it's because their mouths are usually otherwise occupied.

The room of girls erupted in a mixture of groans of disgust and hysterical laughter. Brittany ignored everyone and dove back into Santana's chest. "Mine!" Brittany growled as she ran her lips, tongue and the tip of her nose all over the exposed skin at the tops of Santana's soft breasts and in between. Santana laughed and held her girl closer. They were no strangers to each other's bodies and were not shy about PDA for sure, especially when it was in front of their friends and families. They knew each other inside and out, literally, from the day that Brittany taught Santana how to masterbate. They were comfortable touching each other whenever and wherever and everyone knew it.

"Ladies!" Kurt called from the doorway, "showtime!"

The room erupted into cheers and growls of excitement as everyone grabbed their gear and headed out into the main stadium area and to the middle of the track. The older girls hurried to the side lines to watch and cheer on their little sisters till their match. Finn and Puck took their spots as officials and Burt was keeping score. Brittany giggled from the bench when she spotted Sam blow Mercedes their pregame kiss and Mercedes grabbed it from the air and held it close to her chest. Mercedes heard Brittany giggle and blushed before giving her friend a playful shove. Tina's boyfriend Artie sat at the score table with Burt to help out with the electrical equipment as usual. He grinned and offered Tina a shy little wave with his wheel chair glove covered hand.

Kurt took his place in the center of the track in front of the hanging microphone, with Santana on his left and The Bustie Bitches captain Lauren Zizes on his right. Lauren was huge, tall, wide and looked like she was being strangled to death in her tight black skirt, hot pink pleather bustier and black and white checkered suspenders. She scowled at Santana behind her thick black rimmed glasses as Kurt went over the rules and prepared to introduce the teams. Santana and Lauren shook hands and made their way back to their team benches.

Sugar, the team's jammer pulled on her helmet cover, readjusted her push up bra and put on her serious game face before huddling up with her teammates. Brittany the pivot, covered her helmet then wedged herself between Santana and Mercedes in the huddle. "Ok," Santana started, "remember skate as low as you can, those bitches can't see passed those big tits and they can barely bend at the waist. The only thing they have is girth and strength. Stay away from those flabby arms and elbows and skate fast. We are faster than them and always will be. Now let's do this!"

"On three," Brittany put her hand in the center of the circle, followed by everyone else, "one, two three..."

They all screamed, "We don't care if were going to Hell. Hell is hot but we're hotter!"

"Let the games begin," Santana smirked and pulled Brittany into a heated but quick kiss as Kurt introduced the opposing team members.

Santana began to feel giddy and excited as Kurt introduced her team. She grinned and could barely hold in her laughter as she waited for Kurt to announce Rachel's name for the evening. Rachel was supposed to be The Raven, but thanks to Santana she has never been announced as The Raven and never would. Brittany grabbed her hand as they stood in a line just as Kurt announced Mercedes aka The Angel of Darkness. Sam whooped and hollered in the crowd and Mercedes threw him a tiny wave as she took her spot next to Brittany. "Rachel's turn," Santana sing songed. Brittany grinned, damn her girl was naughty and sexy and beautiful and hot...

"And last but not least," Kurt began and Rachel stepped forward, so sure that this time Kurt would really announce her actual nickname, "Boozey Von Drunkaton in all her shreiking glory!" Rachel scowled in Santana's direction and literally stomped her foot. Her teammates, including her girlfriend Quinn doubled over in laughter. It wasn't even the names that were the funniest part, it was Rachel's reactions and the fact that she really believed that each week Santana would fail to change that nickname. It never got old and Santana was already thinking of next weeks name. Rachel stocked over towards Santana but Brittany stepped in front of her wife, her face stoic. She shook her head at Rachel and pointed her to her place at the end of the line, which only caused Santana to laugh harder. Rachel huffed and took her spot in line. Quinn giggled as she pulled her girl into her arms and placed a kiss on her wrinkled brow and then on her lips. Rachel grinned and pulled Quinn in for one more kiss.

Sugar was the fastest on the team. She was small and wirey and could throw these amazing ninja elbows at their opponents that the officials rarely saw but later became apparent by the blossoming bruises on the other girls' ribcages, hips, arms and even the occasional butt cheek. She was their top scorer. Brittany acted as pivot. She was super fast but because she was taller often got held up by the blockers. The first few jams went well, they scored but were having a hard time blocking the other teams enormous jammer. By the half they were down by three, much to Santana's dismay.

She huddled the team and ripped them all a new one. "Fuck this you guys we are better than them! We are faster and can move better, we need to utilize this. I want you all skating so low you can touch the floor. Now get out there and win this!"

Everyone growled and rumbled back onto the track determined to take The Bustie Bitches down. This was the second half, everyone was tired and winded but none more than the larger girls on the opposing team. The first couple of jams in the second half proved fruitful, Satan's Followers tied the score and held the other team at bay. The Bustie Bitches truly were running out of gas. During the final jam three of the Bustie team members slowly but surely blocked Sugar against the railing, their jammer scoring two points but Sugar and her ninja elbows worked their magic. She actually bent low and skated in between the legs of the one and only Lauren Zizes causing her to topple over and pull down another team mate with her while Sugar skated circles around them and scored the final points for the win.

Satan's Followers erupted into celebration ending in a dog pile on Sugar. They all made their way into the locker room to clean up a little before heading out to watch the second match. The older girls were going against The Ken and Barbarellas, which were a team of six Swedish exchange students that were attending Portland State University on visas, all blondes and gorgeous, and their transgender boy to girl that called herself Unique. They were new to the league and very green. The Elm Street Walkers which were as follows; Santana's sisters; Stella aka The Dream Master, Symone aka Fredericka Kruger, and Seiger aka The Dream Child. Sugar and Brittany's sisters; Stevie aka Nearly Naked Nancy and Christina aka Miss Tina Gray. Mercedes' sisters; Ashley aka The Dream Warrior and Devin aka The Final Nightmare. Quinn's sister, Frannie aka Get Your Crusafix and Tina's sister, Stacia aka Freddie's Revenge, totally kicked butt. It was almost sad how bad the other team lost.

After the matches everyone; all the teams and fans alike, were invited to Santana and Brittany's club called What's New Pussycat for drinks, celebrations, drowning sorrows, shit talking, whatever. After the girls graduated college they started the small club in the gritty Hawthorne neighborhood full of hobos, homos, hipsters and hippies alike. They served drinks and the usual bar snacks with sweet and sexy burlesque shows Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights. The other nights they often had karaoke or open mic nights or whatever else they felt like doing. The club was small but really popular with locals from the neighborhood and especially local college kids. Brittany along with Tina's cousin Mike choreographed all the burlesque numbers and he also served as head bar tender. Sam, Mercedes boyfriend worked the bar too and often worked the door on really busy nights. Artie, Tina's boyfriend was an electronics genius and a surprisingly superb DJ. He took care of all the club's electrical equipment and sound system, plus he put together some awesome mixes for the burlesque shows and often DJ-ed live for the weekend crowds. Tina worked part time behind the bar and part time as a tattoo artist at the parlor, her sister Stacia owned next door to the club.

Brittany and Santana lived in the small apartment above the club so they were up late, slept late and worked all the time, but they really loved it. They were their own bosses and were lucky enough to have really great employees that were mostly just friends. Brittany had taken dance all through school and college and hired a few of her dancer friends to work at the club as well. It was a really good life.

Santana pulled Brittany onto her lap, wrapping her arms around her waist. It had to be after one in the morning and after their seriously hot sex session earlier and the match, Santana was feeling sleepy. She snuggled her face into Brittany's chest, resting, her love's heartbeat nearly drowned out the other noises around her. Brittany kissed the top of her wife's head, "we'll head upstairs soon ok Baby," she whispered and continued the conversation she was having with her sister Stevie about her boyfriend or something. Santana nodded and moved her hands under Brittany's shirt to feel the soft skin on her back. They always slept naked and she was missing that skin on skin contact at the moment, so until they went upstairs this would have to do. Perfect end to a good night.

TBC

Quick note: I will be writing this as a multi chapter fic, hopefully about 10 chapters or less. I have the entire story outlined so no worries I won't abandon. FYI I actually have this plus two other stories planned. I'm super excited to finally be getting my stuff out there! I'm trying to be bold. Hope you enjoy! Also, I work full time so please be patient if my updates are slow coming at times. I promise to try real hard to update as quickly as I can though ok. Thanx!