Characters/Pairing: Santana Lopez, Quinn Fabray, Brittany Pierce. Quinn/Santana, Quinn/Santana/Brittany.
Rating: NC-17.
Kinks: Girlpeen, oral, fingering, masturbation, toys, barebacking, consensual sex, threesome.
Prompt: Santana and Quinn are fooling around kissing when Santana finds out that Quinn has a G!P (and a rather large one at that). Quinn's never had sex with a girl before but takes to fucking Santana quickly and roughly. Santana tells Quinn that Brittany happens to love big cocks and calls her up. This chapter: Santana getting fucked in her pussy by Quinn while Brittany masturbates with a dildo/vibrator and Brittany riding Quinn while Santana gets eaten out by Quinn
Notes: Thank you sooo much for all the great reviews for the first chapter and I'm sorry this wasn't up as fast as I said it would be! And that this isn't the whole thing. There's more things the prompt asks for, so much so that working it all into one encounter was pretty impossible, and this was getting long already, and I've been so busy with school work, I wasn't sure when I'd be able to finish. So I thought I'd split it into at least two parts, so you guys could at least have some sexy times now. I'm not sure when I'll be able to get the next part done, but I'll try to do it soon.
Brittany is totally all for it, to the surprise of nobody.
She wants to come over right away, but both Santana and Quinn are already exhausted from fucking all afternoon and night, so Santana suggests a rain check.
"Did you tell Brittany about my, you know?" Quinn asks, nodding down to where her flaccid dick is resting on her thigh.
Santana laughs. "Q, I've had that thing in my mouth, in my pussy and even in my ass, and you can't say the word in front of me? Really?" Santana actually finds it kind of cute, the way Quinn can sometimes revert back to her more reserved self, even as she lays naked in her bed, reminders of their hot sex all over the room. It's such a far cry from the version of her that was thrusting into her just half an hour ago, telling her how amazing her tight pussy felt around her cock.
"It's a vulgar word, Santana," Quinn retorts, stretching out her legs and leaning against the headboard as she uncaps her bottle of water to take a much needed gulp.
"No more vulgar than the things you've been doing and saying to me all afternoon," Santana reminds her, a predatory grin on her face as she shifts her body until she's on all fours and starts slowly crawling up the bed towards her friend. "You've got no problem calling it what it is when we've got it buried inside me."
"That's different," the blonde argues, trying to place her water on the bedside table without taking her eyes off the other girl as she gets closer. "And you never answered the question."
Santana finally reaches Quinn's legs and straddles her thighs, her hand immediately reaching down to stroke Quinn's already growing cock. "What was the question again?"
"D-Did you," Quinn starts, her breath hitching at Santana's teasing. "Did you tell Brittany about my condition?"
"Not yet," Santana answers, flicking her thumb over Quinn's slit and grinning when she gets the desired reaction out of her. "I'll tell her tomorrow and swear her to secrecy. Don't worry, she'll be totally into it. Britt loves a good cock," she assures her, emphasizing the word Quinn won't say.
The green of Quinn's eyes darken, and Santana knows whatever it is inside of Quinn that changes has been hit and she squeals as the blonde suddenly pushes her backwards, pulling her legs out from under her as she topples over, and presses her against the mattress with her body. "Is she as much of a little cockslut as you are, Santana?"
Santana grins and nips at Quinn's collarbone, kissing up her slender neck until she can whisper in her ear, "I'm only a slut for your cock, Quinnie."
"Mhmmm, good answer," Quinn moans, blindly reaching between their bodies to guide herself into Santana.
As promised, Santana fills Brittany in on Quinn's condition the next day, and as predicted, it just makes Brittany even more excited.
"Is she big?" the blonde asks. "I bet she's big."
"She's huge," Santana smiles, laughing at Brittany's predicted giddiness. "Biggest I've ever had."
Brittany's smile widens and her eyes twinkle. "I've always wondered what it'd be like to have sex with Quinn," Brittany reveals to Santana, turning completely in her seat in the back of class, ignoring whatever Mr. Schuester is teaching, no doubt, incorrectly. "She's, like, totally the type that would be a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets."
Santana smirks at Brittany's words. "Pretty much. She's a total top. It's really hot."
"Sex is always hot with you," Brittany reminds her, smiling adoringly at her best friend.
"Well, duh," Santana grants, reaching over to link her pinky with Brittany's in silent thanks. "But Quinn is… Just wait until tomorrow night, B, you'll see." Brittany's eyes are bright with excitement as she nods, knowing that if Santana says it, it's true. "Oh, and bring your strap on. There's something I really wanna try."
Santana's parents are away at a medical conference all weekend, so it's kind of an unspoken thing between the girls that it's basically going to be a three day long fuckfest and they prepare accordingly.
Quinn and Santana obviously couldn't wait to get started, because by the time Brittany gets to Santana's house fifteen minutes late on Friday night, the girls are already rolling around naked on the living room floor. They pull away from each other just long enough to invite her to join, but by the time she strips her own clothes off, she finds she'd rather watch the show for a bit.
"You guys look super hot together," she tells them with a smile, settling into the couch and reaching into her Cheerios bag for the dildo that goes with the strap on Santana told her to bring. Brittany's not even sure if either girl heard her comment or even remember that she's there, because they're just lost in each other, a mess of hair and hands and moans.
Quinn has Santana pinned to the floor underneath her, her slim body perfectly positioned between her legs, but Brittany doesn't think she's inside of her yet. They're kissing hungrily, Quinn's hair draped over them like a curtain, blocking Brittany's view. She really wants to reach down and tuck it back, but she doesn't want to interrupt them, so instead she focuses on the way Santana's hands are digging into the blonde's back, no doubt leaving a mark. That's one of the best parts about having sex with Santana, Brittany thinks, the way she leaves marks so you remember it for days afterwards.
They're kissing for what seems like hours, until one of Santana's hands drops from Quinn's back and slips between them, wrapping itself around Quinn's shaft and stroking her. The sudden touch makes Quinn pull away from Santana's mouth with a loud moan, arching her back for a moment before she drops her forehead against Santana's shoulder, rocking her hips into Santana's touch.
"Santana," she moans, pressing her lips against the tanned skin of Santana's collarbone, darting her tongue out as she starts to kiss and lick a trail down to her chest. She starts rutting into Santana's hand as she takes a dusky nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the hard nub before sucking on it, smiling at the way Santana arches off the carpet, rolling her head back and letting out cute little whimpers each time she suckles.
Brittany chews on her bottom lip as she watches her best friends touch and suck each other, and it's like her hand is guided towards her core automatically, a force beyond her control. She rubs her clit in tight circles as Quinn moves over to Santana's other breast, leaving wet kisses around her nipple before wrapping her lips around it and giving it the same treatment as the other one, bringing her hand up to pinch the nipple she just abandon and roll it between her fingers.
Brittany smiles at the way Santana's entire body seems to react to Quinn's touch, the way she practically comes completely off the carpet to press closer to the blonde on top of her, her free hand now clutching desperately to the back of Quinn's head, encouraging her to continue her sucking.
"Fuck, Q, I need you," Santana whimpers, the throbbing between her legs getting too intense to ignore.
Quinn pulls away from Santana's tits with a wet pop, her lips following the same trail back up Santana's chest until she reaches her puffy lips, and she kisses her soundly. "What do you need?" she teases as she pulls away, looking down into dark eyes.
"I need you," Santana repeats, squeezing Quinn's pulsing member lightly.
"You need me where?"
"Inside me," is Santana's breathy reply, and Brittany clenches at her words, her hand dipping down further until she can slip a finger inside herself.
Quinn smirks down at the brunette, kissing her once more before she leans back on her knees, and Brittany gets her first real look at her dick. Her eyes widen a bit at the sight, because she's a lot bigger than she expected. Santana had told her as such, that she could barely fit the girl's length inside of her, but Brittany didn't quite believe it until she saw it with her own two eyes. And Santana wasn't exaggerating at all. Quinn was huge.
Her breath hitches as she adds a second finger, and Quinn's head snaps up at the little gasp she lets out. "Britt," she acknowledges with a smile, her eyes immediately drawn to where Brittany is fingering herself, her legs spread wide. "I almost forgot you were here. Enjoying the show?" Brittany can't find her voice, so she just nods frantically, her fingers pumping faster under Quinn's gaze. "Just wait. You won't believe how hard this one comes on my cock."
"Quinn," Santana whines, moreso out of desperation than embarrassment. She's not at all ashamed at how much she wants Quinn's cock, how amazing it feels inside of her, how hard it always makes her come, especially not in front of Brittany. Her best friend has seen her in far more embarrassment situations. "Just fuck me already."
Quinn rolls her eyes playfully at Brittany. "She's insatiable for my cock, so demanding." Brittany nods dumbly, thinking she can relate to Santana, because she hasn't even fucked Quinn yet and she's already aching for her cock. Quinn smirks at the glazed over look in Brittany's eyes before she turns her attention back down to Santana. "You wanna get fucked, Lopez? You all wet for my cock?" Santana nods, bucking into Quinn's hand as she cups her mound, her finger slipping into liquid heat. "Jesus, S, you're soaking. All that for me?"
"All you," she croaks out, Quinn's fingers doing nothing to sate her, just making her crave her more. "I'm so wet for you, Quinn, please."
"That's what I like to hear," she teases, running a finger up and down Santana's slit, collecting her juices before slipping inside her. "Your pussy is so tight," she moans, pressing her finger in deeper, curling it just slightly. "I can't wait to feel it stretching around my cock."
Brittany can't believe the words she's hearing coming from Quinn Fabray's mouth, but it's seriously turning her on. Quinn has always been gorgeous, but there's something so hot about the way she's carrying herself right now, the things she's saying, the confidence she's showing. She totally gets what Santana was trying to say yesterday. Her fingers no longer enough, Brittany grabs the dildo beside her and runs it through her soppy folds, lubricating it in her wetness before pressing it to her entrance and waiting.
"Please, Quinn," Santana whimpers again.
"God, I love it when you beg," the blonde gloats, a smug look on her face as withdraws her fingers and brings them up to Santana's lips, letting the girl lick her arousal off her digits. Once she's clean, she grips her shaft and shifts her knees to push Santana's thighs further apart, planting a hand on the carpet beside Santana's head and leaning over her again. Watching Santana's face carefully, she guides her cock towards Santana's pussy, running the head of it between Santana's folds, covering it in her wetness much like Brittany just did with the fake cock.
"God," Santana mewls, arching off the carpet as Quinn's cock circles her clit, teasing it with pressure before retreating back down her slit. She runs it through her a few more times before settling down at her hole, waiting for the girl to beg her a little bit more. "God, please, Quinn, j-just…"
"Just what?" she asks, pressing in just a little bit, seeing Brittany copying her actions with the pink dildo out of the corner of her eye.
"J-Just," Santana stutters, trying to get the words out. "Just, inside, please-fuck!" Quinn pushes inside before she can finish, her thick cock stretching Santana's walls as she slowly buries her length inside her. After fucking for weeks, Santana's adjusted to her size so it doesn't really hurt anymore, but Quinn is still huge and Santana is still tight, so the blonde always gives the girl a few moments before she starts pounding into her. as hard as it can be sometimes.
Brittany follows Quinn's lead, slowly pushing the dildo inside herself, feeling her own walls stretching around the plastic dick as more of it slides inside, stopping when she sees Quinn's hips are flush against Santana's. She holds her position, adjusting to the fullness, and doesn't start to pull out until Quinn does as well. She and Santana moan together, and it's almost like Quinn is fucking both of them.
"Is that what you wanted?" Quinn asks Santana, smirking at the way the brunette's features scrunch up everytime she thrusts into her. Watching Santana's face while they're fucking is one of her favorite things, it's so expressive, and she can always tell just when she's hitting the right spot. "My cock in that tight little pussy of yours?"
Santana sucks in a breath, her stomach clenching as Quinn ruts into her, hitting her harder each time she slams her hips down against her. Despite their usual desperate foreplay, unless they're trying to sneak in a quickie, Quinn will usually start off slow, but she never stays gentle for long, and as soon as Santana whimpers out a breathy "Fuck yeah," she's picking up her pace, pounding into her roughly.
"God, you're so tight," Quinn marvels as she slides through Santana, her cock just completely encased in her warmth. She feels like she probably tells Santana that everytime she's inside her, but God, is it true. Her pussy is so warm and wet and tight, and Quinn doesn't think she'll stop being amazed at how amazing it feels. "I fucking love being inside you."
Santana's body tingles at her words, finding them oddly sweet, and she tries to pull the blonde closer. Clinging tightly to her back, Santana wraps her legs around Quinn's thighs, bending them so she can dig her heels into Quinn's fantastic ass and pull her closer, getting each thrust to hit her harder.
Brittany picks up speed with the dildo, trying to match Quinn's pace, but it's hard to do when Quinn starts to jackhammer into Santana. Their frantic fucking is creating lewd, incredibly sexy slapping sounds each time their hips meet, and it's music to Brittany's ears. She lets out a strangled moan as she pushes the plastic in deeper, shifting her weight further back and shuffling forward on the cushion, hoping leverage will make up for the lack of skillful hips, but she's sorely disappointed.
Hearing Brittany moan, Quinn tears her gaze away from Santana's blissed out face and up at Brittany, where the blonde is spread wide, desperately pumping a fake cock in and out of herself. It's quite the sight, and it just spurs Quinn on more. She reaches back and hooks an arm under one of Santana's knees, pulling it away from her waist and curling it towards the girl, bending her body so she's thrusting into her deeper, and she gets a low groan in return.
"Fuck, Q," Santana cries, starting to buck her pelvis up towards the other girl, her pussy clenching around Quinn's cock as it slides in and out of her. She can already feel her orgasm approaching, and all it takes is a few more well placed hard thrusts and she's gone. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck. Quinn!"
"That's it, babe," Quinn coos, slowing her quick pumps into long, slower thrusts, but still fucking into her as she comes. Santana's pussy clamps down on her cock, her walls pulsating around her member as she spasms underneath her, and Quinn has to concentrate not to fall over the edge right along with her. She's got another girl to service before she can come herself. "Come for me, San. Come all over my cock."
Santana continues to tremble beneath her, every inch of her skin tingling as her pleasure washes over her. There's a buzzing in her ears and her vision is still blurry, but she can distinctly feel Quinn all over her, and it's still not enough. She digs her fingers into Quinn's pale back, pulling the girl closer against her, their chests pressing together as she clings to her, finally starting to come down.
"That's a girl," Quinn whispers into her ear, pressing her lips against the salty skin of Santana's neck as she starts to slow down her thrusts. "You okay?" She feels Santana nod against her head and she keeps her face buried in the brunette's neck for a moment more before she abruptly shifts, flipping them over so that Santana is on top. Before the Latina can start to ride her, though, she grips her hips to keep her still.
"You don't want me to…" Santana starts questioningly, knowing Quinn hasn't come yet. The blonde tilts her head backwards a bit, and Santana follows her gaze, her eyes landing on Brittany, fucking herself with her strap on. A small smile spreads across her face when she sees how frustrated Brittany is. She's never been satisfied with getting herself off, she always gets too frustrated and ends up calling Santana over to help her out. "Hey, Britt," she calls, waiting until the girl's dark blue eyes have found her's. "Get down here and let Q take care of that."
Brittany takes a moment to fully register Santana's words, but once she does, she completely discards the dildo to the side and scrambles off the couch, getting on her knees and crawling over to the pair. Santana dismounts from Quinn, the blonde's cock standing hard and up right, slick and glistening with Santana's cum, calling out to Brittany.
Before the blonde can take Santana's place, Quinn starts to move. "Hold on, Britt." Moving quickly, she rearranges herself, leaning against the front of the couch, her shoulders against the furniture while her lower half is angled out more. Once she's comfortable, she pats her thighs and Brittany gets the message, crawling over and straddling her lap, her wet folds spreading over the underside of Quinn's cock. Smiling down at her friend, Brittany grinds herself over the other girl's hard shaft, mixing her juices with Santana's. "Jesus, B, that feels fucking amazing."
"My pussy can't wait to meet your cock," Brittany smiles, and Quinn can't help but find her blunt honesty and innocence a total turn on right now. Hearing Brittany say dirty things in her cute Brittany way does weird things to her body, and then Brittany shifts back, she swiftly grips the base of her cock, and pulls it down, the head running through Brittany until it gets to her already stretched hole. She's a bit disappointed Brittany is already worked up, because entering Santana when she's nice and tight is one of her favorite things, but as the blonde sinks down on her cock, she can still feel her stretching around her size. "Oh wow, San was right, you really are big," Brittany breathes as she takes more of Quinn inside her. Even after the dildo, she has to go slow.
"Told you," Santana chuckles from behind her, moving over to rub up and down Brittany's back because she knows Quinn can be a lot to take, especially the first time.
Quinn lets Brittany go at her own pace, dropping her head back against the couch cushion and closing her eyes, trying not to concentrate on how amazing Brittany's walls feel as they contract around her cock. Once she feels the back of Brittany's thighs flush against her's, she knows she's buried completely inside the blonde, and her friend only takes a couple moments to let herself get adjusted before she's pulling herself back up and dropping back down.
"Fuck," Quinn moans and it's taking all of her self control not to wrap her arms around Brittany and start thrusting up into her. She wants to let Brittany have control the first time, so Brittany can get used to her size and so she can get an idea of what pace Brittany likes it at.
Feeling left out and not totally sated yet, Santana gets to her feet, stepping over Quinn's body so she's standing between the blondes. She smiles down at Quinn and runs her fingers through her messy locks, smoothing them out of her face and pushing her head back against the seat of the couch. She holds Quinn's gaze as she kneels on either side of her head and lowers herself onto the blonde's face, sucking in a deep breath when she immediately feels Quinn's tongue dart out and lick through her slick folds.
Brittany's pussy clenches at the sight of Santana straddling Quinn's face, and she bucks harder in Quinn's lap. Quinn's cock is a big step up from the plastic she was using before, but with the blonde distracted, she still has to do all the work herself. Brittany pushes on Santana's lower back, both for leverage and for a better view, and rocks desperately against Quinn's cock, clenching around her member.
Sensing her desperation, Quinn starts to rock back into Brittany as best she can, one hand grabbing onto Santana's fleshy ass cheek while the other clumsily finds the blonde's clit and start rubbing. Santana's thighs are pressed against her ears, but she can vaguely hear Brittany's whimpers blending in with Santana's, and judging by the way the brunette shudders above her, her friend can feel the vibrations of her own moans against her pussy.
"Oh, o-oh yeah, Q," Santana pants, catching herself with a hand on the back of the couch when she starts to fall forward. She grinds down harder on Quinn's face, getting her tongue deeper inside of her while her nose presses against her clit. Distracted, her tongue work is sloppier than usual, but it's still better than any guys she's ever been with, and she's sensitive from already coming, so it's still doing wonders. "Fuck, r-right there, yeah, fuck."
"So hot," Brittany whines as she sinks up and down on Quinn's cock, watching as her tongue disappears in and out of Santana's hole before it swipes back down through her folds, spreading them wide as she goes. She wraps her lips around the Latina's clit and sucks, and Brittany imagines it's at the same pace as Quinn's rubbing her clit.
As she watches, she drops down on Quinn at just the right angle and she's coming before she knows it, moaning out the blonde's name as every nerve ending in her body bursts at the same time. She seizes and jerks as her orgasm spreads through her, and the way she convulses around Quinn's cock sets the other blonde off as well, and she unloads into Brittany, her throbbing member emptying into the trembling pussy holding it in a vice grip.
Quinn's moans are still muffled by Santana's pussy, and her eager licking pauses for a brief few moments as she shoots into Brittany. She feels the blonde's body slump against her chest, and a hand reach down between them to hold her wrist still, stopping the lazy circles she was still rubbing on her overstimulated clit.
Brittany's face is pressed up against the soft flesh of Santana's ass as she recovers, and she giggles at the feeling of the skin tightening under her everytime her best friend clenches in reaction to Quinn's tongue. She waits until her arms no longer feel like jelly before she pushes herself back up, leaning back in Quinn's lap and watching the other blonde continue to work Santana up. She can tell the brunette is close by the way she's bucking into Quinn's face, so she wets her fingers and presses them into Santana, fingering her as Quinn works her clit.
"Jesus!" Santana cries at the sudden addition of Brittany's fingers, the digits skillfully pumping in and out and hitting her in all the right spots, masterfully pushing her closer to the edge, years of practice making it second nature to the blonde. She bears down harder on Quinn's face, just barely remembering not to smother her as she bucks into her mouth, and then Brittany is curling her fingers and Quinn presses the flat of her tongue against her clit, and everything is white. "Oh god, I'm c-coming! Oh, Jesus fucking Ch-!"
Santana's pussy tightens around Brittany's fingers and her thighs lock around Quinn's head, trapping them both in place as she comes for a second time, this orgasm just as strong as the last. She holds onto the back of the couch for dear life, just barely staying upright even as she feels her arms giving way underneath her. She squeezes her eyes tight and lets her body shudder, Quinn's teasing tongue drawing her orgasm out.
Brittany massages Santana's ass cheek with a fond smile, helping her come down until she's relaxed enough that Brittany can slip her fingers out of her. "Super hot, guys," she says again, licking her fingers clean as Santana carefully dismounts, letting herself fall sideways into the plush cushions of the couch, ignoring the dildo digging into her side.
"We're definitely doing that again," Quinn sighs, lulling her head to the side and smiling at her equally spent friend curled up on the couch beside her. She scrunches her nose up as she feels Brittany kissing her face, giggling as she cleans Santana's arousal off of her like she's a cat. "Britt," she whines, squeezing the girl's hips to get her to stop.
"Sorry," she says with a smile, clearly not meaning. "Santana just tastes so delicious." Brittany gives Quinn one last peck before she pulls back and lays her head against her chest, wrapping her arms around Quinn's back and settling in, not at all bothered by the fact that she still has her cock inside her, their mixed cum slowly leaking down out of as Quinn's dick softens.
"Uh, Britt?" Quinn questions, glancing down at the girl snuggling into her chest.
Santana finds the strength to lift her head and she can't help but chuckle at the perplexed look on Quinn's face. "I told you she likes to cuddle afterwards," she reminds her, shifting her body around so that her head is next to Quinn's and she lifts her arm up to run her fingers through Brittany's hair, knowing how much she likes it. "You'll learn to love it."
Quinn murmurs her agreement, pressing her forehead against Santana's and lazily wrapping her arms around Brittany's waist, letting herself relax and recharge for the weekend ahead.
Well, that was fun to write! Hope you had fun reading it and you enjoyed it as much as the last chapter! Let me know what you think, and again, if you have anything specific you want me to try to work in there, let me know, and I'll at least try to throw it in there in mention of all the sex they had.
Also, I wanted to clarify, even though this was Quinntana in the first chapter, that was strictly for plot purposes of setting this up. I don't want it to be Quinntana, Brittana or Quitt, I just want it to be the three of them being close friends that care about each other and feel a sense of intimacy with one another because they like to fuck each other lol. There's feelings of affection and friendship and obviously attraction, but I don't want to turn this into a love story for any one ship at all. I know there's been leanings towards Quinntana in this before, but I want to even it out more, and hope to continue to do that in the next chapter.