*****A/N: Please read chapter one for warnings: This story does deal with Gender Identity disorder, we want to be very frank in saying that that is something that has many aspects to it we do not seek to cover them all, this is just one. Also, this will be posted weekly.******
Chapter Two - Closer
Santana tried to get Puck to come home with her, she was so uncomfortably turned on by the glee rehearsal from that day. Though she often felt like this after being in a room with the likes of Quinn, Brittany, Puck and god, even Rachel. iRachel/i - was always prancing the fuck around in the skimpiest of skirts teasing everyone.
"Sorry Babe." Puck shrugged, "I got football then..." he looked at the Latina with a dejected grin.
"You're still chasing Quinn's tight little pussy?" Santana scoffed, "You know she's never going to give it up to you again," She crossed her arms, "I mean shit, she walked out of some serious lovings with us like three weeks ago. She ain't gonna give you anything after we pulled that."
A few weeks back after another lost football game, Puck took Santana and Quinn down into his basement bedroom during his bi-weekly house party. Puck headed upstairs to find some booze; Santana and Quinn had already got quite the buzz going and they fell to the couch with a loud giggle.
"Sannn." Quinn whined as she pushed her into the couch further, "Come on San. Please?"
"No, Q." Santana whispered, her hips pressing up as she tried to get out from other the other cheerleader. "Seriously, dude."
"Lemme see it." Quinn asked, her hips rolling down against Santana's. "Please." She leaned down and pressed her lips against Santana's; it had been far too long since Santana had been touched by anyone and she just melted into Quinn's mouth.
Everything about Santana oozed sex. Her body was tight and muscular from years of sports and just really good genetics. She had procured a lovely set of C-cup breasts last year to make her form look more feminine. Brittany had been mad at her for altering her body, but then again it didn't really matter what her blonde friend thought anymore. Brittany had decided that she only liked boys and sprinted off into the direction of the roller-geek.
The funny part about that was Santana, she had more than her share of masculinity. It was hard to explain, she didn't consider herself a boy, but she had to deal with the daily reality of the seven and a half inch penis that rested tightly against her hip in her tight panties.
"Santana." Quinn whimpered, her lips drunkenly finding the girl's earlobe as she slid her hand down and cupped the darker girls package. "Please. I wanna see it." Santana sat up, pulling her cheerio top up over her head, so her bra was showing, so she was able to at least remind the blonde that she was a chick. "I know you have boobs, San." the blonde rolled her eyes and slid her hands to the other girl's thighs.
The Latina pushed aside the pleats of her cheerleading skirt, and pulled her panties and spanks down and finally releasing her dick. She was hard - who wouldn't be after watching those cheerio skirts all night. Quinn sat back on the couch looking at it. "Quinn. Say something." Santana asked quietly, no one but Puck had ever seen her member. Quinn had always known it was there, but this was the first time she had ever seen it.
"It's huge." She gasped, her fingers flitting over the tanned girls thigh to run her fingers over the smooth skin. "Do you wax it?" she asked, her eyebrow raising at the feeling. "Puck's isn't like this."
Santana shrugged, leaning back and watching the blonde watching her cock. "Yeah. Hate when it looks like a boys. If it's like this I can think it's fake... or like whatever." Quinn nodded and slid her fingers up the girls shaft.
"I leave for five ifucking/i minutes, Santana!" Puck exclaimed as he put down the bottle of vodka next to the couch. "You take your cock out and have Q rubbing all over it. Thanks, bro.." He pouted, sitting on the floor, subtly licking his lips at his naked friend. He watched the pale girl's hand slid up and down the dark shaft, causing the girl to moan softly. Puck palmed his cock through his jeans, quickly pulling his shirt over his head and moving his hand so he could slide his fingertips up Quinn's thigh.
"PUCK!" Quinn exclaimed, pulling her hand away from Santana and jumping up. "Don't. We talked about this." She quickly pulled herself up and grabbed her stuff. "I'm sorry... I can't. San... I... this never happened!" With that, Quinn ran out of the back door. Santana grunted and slapped Puck's head.
"Dude. I was getting a hand job!" She exclaimed, her dick throbbing from the attention it was getting. "What the fuck."
"Sorry, dude. I wanted her... she looked into it." He shrugged, sitting up on his knees. "Wanna jerk off?" He smiled, his calloused hand moving to wrap around his own dick after he pulled off his jeans.
"You're such a fag." Santana laughed as she leaned over and took him into her mouth. She knew he never lasted long, but she didn't really want him too.
"God, San. Do you want me to finger you?" They did this, he knew how she felt about her imale/i parts. He played their relationship like he did any girl, he was his girl even if she did look like him in the lower regions. He smiled as she sucked him gently, her teeth running up his length as she moved. Puck moaned, thrusting slowly into her mouth as he leaned over and spit into his hand before sliding a finger into Santana's ass. She moaned, her mouth vibrating against his cock, as he thrust into her. After a minute or two, he pulled his damp cock out of her mouth and pushed her up onto her knees and slammed his dick into her ass.
"Fuck!" She moaned, her head falling down and she reached between her legs and grabbed her dick. She thrust her hand up and down her hot shaft. "Fuck. I'm gonna..." She moaned, as he grunted in her neck. He, with a final thrust, exploded into her ass, his cum dripping out and down their thighs as she blew her load into her palm.
When Puck turned her down in favor of chasing after Quinn she shoved him and groaned. She turned back to the auditorium. Rachel had taken to the stage. "Fucking diva," Santana mumbled to herself as she slid into the back of the theatre and looked for her backpack. That's when she heard the song. She looked up and saw glimpses of Rachel's bare ass and she sank down into the chair and her eyes became glued to the show in front of her.
Rachel could feel her eyes on her like dark brands from the shadows in the back of the auditorium. But she didn't come to the stage. Didn't give in to the desire that she felt the other girl simply must be feeling by now. Frustrated and fully aware that everyone else would have left the school by now - and maybe a bit aroused by the idea that someone could still walk in on the private show - she decided to step things up a notch.
She risked a glance to the back of the auditorium as her fingers rose to the buttons of her shirt. Santana was still there. She flung her hair back to the beat of the music and made short work of the buttons of her shirt, peeling it from her body to trail on the ground before letting it drop as she continued to dance. She let her eyes partially close as she ran her hands over her body, cupping her breasts through her bra, thumbs brushing over her nipples where they strained against the fabric.
Santana's jaw dropped. What was that little hobbit idoing/i!. The Latina might have been disgusted, but her little buddy wasn't. Her cock strained against her spanks pushing up against the waistband of her skirt. After a few minutes she muttered, "Fuck it." She slid down her spanks and fisted her dick in her hand before taking it out. She was hiding far enough back that no one could see her as she stroked her meat to its full size, letting the pleats of her skirt fall around her skin as her eyes stayed glued to Rachel's body.
Rachel watched her as she continued to dance, becoming less and less shy about it as her arousal built. She loved the feeling of the other girl's eyes on her as she danced in the most sensual way she could imagine. Reaching back, she thumbed free the catch for her bra, rolling her shoulders forward to slip the straps from her arms as she held the cups to her modest breasts. Her hips gyrated as she slowly let the red cotton slide from her hands to expose her straining tits to the Latina's hot gaze.
She was all but staring across the auditorium at Santana as her hips continued to swivel. Her hands cupped her sensitive breasts, kneading then, rolling the nipples between her fingers as she carefully only danced in a way that kept her actions in full view of her audience. After a while with no reaction, her hands slid back down the flat, muscular planes of her stomach to the waistband of her skirt. Her fingers toyed with the clasp before releasing it and slowly easing the zipper down. Freed, the gray fabric fluttered down from her swaying hips to the floor leaving her clad in nothing but her white knee high socks and black Mary Janes as she continued to sway and arch her body around the stage, her hands freely roaming over her skin.
"Fuck." Santana groaned as she spit into her hand and squeezed the tip of her throbbing cock. She watched as a bead of pre-cum slid down her girth and she leaned her head back and tried to hold on for as long as she could.
She couldn't believe it. She was on the stage under the hot Kleig lights, almost completely nude and Santana was Istill/I resisting! She didn't understand. Puck would have been all over her by this point if she'd allowed him such a show. And now Santana wasn't even Ilooking/I at her anymore!
She stalked to the edge of the stage and carefully hopped off. Disregarding nudity, she stormed up the aisle to where Santana was sitting. "Honestly, Santana, Iwhat/I do I have to do to make you want to..."
Her words trailed off as the biggest dick she'd ever seen made itself known coming out of pleats of the Cheerio's skirt. Santana's small hand was wrapped around it's nearly eight inch length, her hand unable to close around it's girth, pumping furiously. She was startled by its appearance, but also a little relieved. She hadn't any idea on how to actually pleasure another woman, but her experiences dating Puck had left her with a good working knowledge on pleasing a man. Making her way into the aisle, she dropped to her knees in front of Santana and pulled her hands away.
"You may be unaware of this, Santana, but I am completely lacking a gag reflex, which I was informed by Ms Pillsbury would come in handy later in life. I find she is entirely right because I most sincerely wish to see if I can take your entire penis into my mouth and suck you off right now." She reached between her legs to gather some of the moisture of her arousal onto her palm before wrapping her glistening hand around Santana's cock, leaning forward to swirl the beads of pre-cum oozing from the tip with her tongue. "God, Santana. You're the biggest I've ever Iseen/I..." she whispered before taking the Latina's cock into her mouth, resisting the urge to choke when she felt the tip hit the back of her throat and slid down slightly as she worked her throat, swallowing around the shaft.
"What?" Santana's head snapped up look at a naked girl dropping to her knees. The rest of Rachel's words were lost as the Latina's head started to go into overdrive. She started to move her hands to cover her cock, but then Rachel pushed her away. The next instant she felt warm mouth on her and bottoming out in the back of a warm throat. Santana groaned and rocked her hips up, the only time she had ever been sucked off was from Puck when he was really drunk. Her balls tightened as gaping lips touched the soft skin where they meet hard flesh.
"Fuck..." Santana groaned her hand tangling into hair, pulling it into a ponytail and starting to guide the girl's mouth faster down her shaft.
Rachel chuckled around the cock almost choking her out, reaching up to cup and fondle the soft skin of the Latina's balls. She pulled up and off the hard shaft to take them in her mouth, gently teasing with her teeth at the tops of the sack before pulling away again. Licking her lips, she placed her hands on Santana's thighs and surged up to nip at her neck, biting at her earlobe and tugging lightly before releasing her.
"I want you to fuck me, Santana," she hissed in the other girl's ear, her cheeks reddening with a blush at her wanton demands - Puck had always loved it when she talked like that about giving him oral stimulation and she was hoping Santana would as well since they were built similarly - one hand curling around the base of her cock and squeezing lightly, "I want you inside of me. I want to feel your cock stretching my walls and slamming into me. Fuck me, Santana."
"Shut. The fuck. Up, Berry," Santana tugged her up by her hair, using her hands she twisted Rachel's hips to the side and ran her fingers down Rachel's spine. "Such a fucking slut, stripping and coming over here begging for me" She pulled the girl and slid down in the chair a bit so Rachel could straddle her thighs. She grabbed Rachel's ass and ran her thick shaft through the wetness spread all over the girl's thighs.
"Fucking soaking. Jesus, Berry." She grunted, her penis pushing into Rachel's hole. She brought her hands around to Rachel's front and pushed her hips down and impaled the small girl onto her pulsing member. She cried out at the intense tightness that her dick met inside the diva. She whimpered having the odd feeling of loosing her virginity and not realizing she was also talking the smaller girls.
Rachel couldn't hold back a cry when Santana's massive cock stretched her for the first time. Or the strange painful - but in a way that made the heat in her belly coil tighter and clenched her inner muscles around her penis - feeling of the bulbous head smacking up against her cervix. But years of dance had taught her to move Ithrough/I pain, so she lifted up until she'd nearly pulled off and slammed back down. Again the oddly pleasurable pain as Santana struck her cervix. She rocked against her, causing the tip to rub against her cervix as she rode the Latina. Rachel scrabbled at Santana's wrists with a needy mewl, her cunt squeezing Santana's thick member as she pulsed with need, growing closer and closer to the edge.
"I need," she gasped, arching her back so her breasts swayed closer to the other girl's face as she rode her. She needed more stimulation and could only think of the thrill she'd felt the one time she'd allowed Puck access to her breasts and he'd bitten one of her nipples by accident. "I need... Oh God... Suck my tits, Santana. Please... Please... Suck me... Ibite/I me..."
Santana's hand hit hard down against Rachel's ass, "Don't tell me what to do!" She exclaimed as she pressed her nails into the girl's flesh. Her lips moved to come down on one of Rachel's straining nipples, sucking it harshly before clamping her teeth down on the nub. She thrust her hips up and moved to the side and started pounding her harder.
Rachel let out gasping cries, whimpers and the occasional moan, but when she felt the sharpness of the Latina's teeth closing around her nipple as she was slammed hard, she actually Iscreamed/I. It was good there wasn't anyone in the auditorium but them or they'd be getting quite a show. Rachel rode Santana hard, loving the way it felt to have the thick member straining her walls and rubbing hard against her g-spot. The way the head slapped against her cervix with each powerful thrust. "S-Santana! Oh IGod/I, yes! You're so Ibig/I. Fuck! Yes! Oh God! Yes!"
Santana was panting, holding onto the arm rests for leverage and thrusting up as hard as she could. She was close, her dick spasmed inside the other girl every time she thrust, "Fuck. I'm gonna blow my shit." She grunted her head falling back against the seat as she shook and shot hot, thick ropes of cum deep into Rachel's pussy.
Feeling Santana blow her load inside of her was all it took. She came hard, her pussy clenching over and over around the member still firm inside her, milking every last bit of her cum. "Oh, fuck, IGod/I yes Santana!" She tried to keep rocking against, not ready to stop yet, but her trembling body wouldn't let her.
The Latina groaned her hips thrusting again, her fingers sliding down to Rachel's clit and twisting it and tweaking it until she felt the girl shaking again. "Fucking cum slut." Santana groaned pulling her dick out quickly and pumping the rest of her cum onto Rachel's stomach. "You just wanna be fucking covered." She slapped her dick against Rachel's thighs as she shoved her fingers deep inside her.
"Yes," Rachel gasped out, slowly starting to ride the Latina's fingers, "Use me, Santana. I just need that massive cock in me. In my," she swallowed hard, searching for the sorts of terms that made Puck happiest, as her body began to tremble towards another orgasm, "i-in my imouth/I. In...in my Icunt/I... Up my ass...over my tits. Oh God, I don't care as long as you keep Ifucking/I me with that big penis!"
Santana faltered, realizing that Rachel was ionly/i with her because of her iappendage/i. She removed her fingers and slammed into Rachel again, on the edge of an orgasm already from anger and pure lust. She stood up quickly balancing Rachel's ass on the seat in front of them and pounding away as she bit and sucked at Rachel's chest, leaving a trail of bruises as she did.
"Oh God, Iyes/I!" Rachel screamed, throwing her head back, her nails biting into Santana's shoulders through her Cheerios' shell, "Fuck me hard, Santana! Please!"
She ground her hips down against Santana's, reaching up with a trembling hand to press a hand against the other girl's abdomen under the edge of the shell as they fucked. It was everything she had hoped for in her fantasies and far far more. Santana seemed to just know how to drag her to the edge and throw her over. And with a twist of her hips, Santana's penis hit Ijust/I the right spot and sent her screaming Santana's name as she tumbled into another orgasm.
When she felt Rachel tightening around her dick, she quickly pulled out and shot her orgasm all over Rachel's breasts and stomach, accidentally. She quickly tucked her trembling member away and stood up leaving Rachel dripping onto the floor. She grabbed her bag and smoothed out her skirt looking back at the absolutely fucked diva.
She didn't know what just happened. Where that part of her came from. She didn't know she could feel like that. She tried to ignore her penis most of the time, but she couldn't help acknowledge that her body wanted it. She blinked back the tears that came to her eyes when she realized what she had done and she quickly ran out of the theatre.
Rachel sat there for a moment, fingers digging into the back of the chair she was still perched on, head bowed and looking down at the semen dripping off her body. She felt bad, like she'd just sold herself. Sliding off the back of the seat, she tried to wipe the worst of it off onto the already sticky floor of the auditorium as she bit her lip and fought not to cry. It hadn't worked. Santana hadn't stayed and she just felt vaguely dirty from everything she'd done.
Still marked and dripping with Santana's cum, thin ropes trickling down her thighs as some oozed from her tight channel, she carefully walked back up the aisle to the stage where she climbed up and retrieved her clothing before heading backstage to do some cleaning up before walking home for the day. She was sore from the rough pounding but delightfully so. Santana had more than exceeded her expectations as a lover.
Now she only wondered if she'd ever have a chance with the beautiful cheerleader again.
