Characters/Pairing: Santana Lopez, Quinn Fabray, Brittany Pierce. Brittany/Santana, Quinn/Santana/Brittany.
Rating:
NC-17.
Kinks:
Girlpeen, oral, masturbation, strap-on, barebacking, consensual sex, threesome, anal, double penetration.
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: Brittany and Santana 69'ing while Quinn jerks off to it and covers them with her cum, Santana and Brittany giving Quinn a blowjob at the same time, Santana getting fucked by Quinn in her ass and Brittany in her pussy (with a strap-on).

Notes: Whoo, remind me not to take such a detailed prompt again! Actually, I love when they're detailed, but this still took me longer than I wanted because I told myself it was too much for them to do in one encounter and well, this turned into three chapters when it probably didn't have to be. Oh well, I've loved the response to it, so it's all good! Sorry this chapter took so long to get up, December has turned into a crazy busy month for me and I didn't have as much time to write as I would have liked. Not sure if I'm satisfied with how this all ended, but it's done and I'm glad! Thank you all so much for your reviews and hopefully you like this final chapter! Let me know if you do!


Like many mornings, the first thing Santana feels when she wakes up is teeth nipping at her earlobe.

"Britt," she whines, though it comes out as more of a purr.

"I didn't get my sweet lady kisses last night," Brittany reminds her, moving down from Santana's ear to kiss her neck. "I got distracted by Quinn's big cock."

Despite her soreness, Santana can't help but chuckle. "Where is Quinn?"

"She's sleeping on the couch." The girls had gone a couple more rounds last night before they were all too exhausted and sore to move. Santana remembers Quinn draping a blanket over the three of them as they curled up on the floor together and passed out, but the blonde must have gotten up in the middle of the night and decided to spare herself the aches in the morning and went back to sleep on the couch. "Please, San, we can be quiet so we don't wake her up."

"Since when are we ever quiet?" Santana questions, tilting her head to give Brittany better access to her neck. She doesn't even know why she's pretending to protest, she can never say no to her best friend and she's already wet.

Brittany smirks against Santana's neck, licking the soft skin before moving down at her collarbone. "We'll just have to put our mouths to better use then."

Catching her drift, a naughty smirk slowly appears on Santana's face and she brings her hands up to Brittany's face and cups her cheeks, pulling her in for a lazy kiss. She shoves her tongue into Brittany's mouth, earning a giggle from the always happy blonde, and she massages her tongue sensually for a moment before she pulls back again, giving her a playful nip on her bottom lip as she does. "You're a genius."

Brittany winks and presses another quick kiss against soft lips and pulls back, letting the blanket slide off her back as she sits up. Santana's hand drops from her face, her fingers trailing through the valley between her breasts, down her flat stomach, and landing on her thigh. "San," Brittany whines when the girl's fingers avoid where she wants her the most.

"Well come on then," Santana laughs, squeezing the blonde's thigh and playfully sticking her tongue out and wiggling it around. "Get up here. You're gonna have to get on top this time because I'm sore as fuck."

"This time?" Brittany teases, giggling at the way Santana's eyes narrow at her. As suspected, her light ribbing gets under Santana's skin, and she feels the other girl tugging on her leg. She shakes her head at how predictable her best friend is, and swiftly turns around, throwing a leg over Santana's body and shimmying backwards until her center is hovering over Santana's face.

"I top from the bottom, baby," Santana plays it off, her hands palming the soft flesh of Brittany's ass and pulling her down against her face, not wasting a moment before she's licking through soaked folds.

"Mhmmm," Brittany moans, the noise needy and high pitched. She falls forward and catches herself on her hands, her palms flat on the carpet on either side of Santana's body. She throws her head back as the brunette licks through her, the girl's soft tongue running a path up and down her slit like she knows her pussy like the back of her hand. And Santana does, she knows her way around Brittany's sex better than anyone, knows just where and when to lick or suck to get the exact reaction she wants out of the blonde. It's a skill she's honed over their years of sleeping together, and she loves putting it to good use. "San."

Brittany swallows thickly, dropping her head so that her forehead is pressed against Santana's pelvis and rocks her hips into Santana's face, canting against the girl's tongue, trying to get it inside of her, but Santana knows what she's doing, and purposely avoids doing what she wants until Brittany does what she wants.

Coming to her senses, Brittany tilts her head and starts leaving light kisses against Santana's tummy, her eyelashes tickling the tensing skin as she continues. She kisses a path down the side of one of Santana's legs, putting all of her weight on her right hand while she uses her left one to spread Santana's legs wider. Once she's open, she continues, kissing and licking up the moisture that's already coating Santana's inner thighs. Some of it's her own wetness, and some of it is Quinn's cum that's seeped out of her during the night.

She can feel her thighs tremble under her touch, and when Santana jerks her hips towards her face at the exact moment she nips at her own pale thigh, she knows Santana is growing very impatient. Shaking her head at her best friend, Brittany finally places a kiss where Santana wants it the most, right over her throbbing clit. She giggles at the reaction she gets and kisses it again, teasing it with the flat of her tongue as she wraps her thin lips around it and sucks.

Santana arches her hips off the carpet and closer to Brittany, her pussy clenching around air as the blonde sucks on her hooded nub. She pauses her own ministrations for a moment to adjust to the stimulation before she can continue. She licks back down to the front to suck Brittany's clit into her mouth, running the tip of her tongue around the hardened bud much like the blonde is doing to her. It's one of the things she loves about this position, getting to mimic what the other girl is doing to her, like it's a game.

She can feel Brittany's thighs closing in as she continues to suck, slowly inching closer to her ears the more the blonde reacts to her mouth. She kneads the soft flesh of Brittany's ass as she pleasures her, helping the other girl relax against her lips.

Brittany moans against Santana as the other girl works her so damn well, focusing on her clit for a few more moments before releasing the nub and moving down, straining her neck to glide her tongue through wet heat. Her tongue spreads Santana's pussy lips wide, clearing a path down to her entrance. Brittany laps at her slit, stopping to suck her folds into her mouth and make as many vulgar sounds as possible, before getting to her core. She can just barely get her tongue inside the clenching hole at her angle, and she knows it's not going to be enough to get Santana off.

She squeezes her eyes shut when she feels Santana's tongue easily slip inside of her, quickly finding the perfect rhythm to dart in and out of her, the other girl's angle perfect for penetration. She can't help but roll her hips against Santana's face, her pussy clenching and pulling her tongue in deeper.

More determined than ever, she pulls back and moves her arms, hooking them on the inside of Santana's thighs and pulling them back so that her ass is lifted off the floor and angled up more and she can get to her sex. She smiles when she sees the tight hole and immediately gets to work, dipping her tongue inside and fucking Santana with it at the same pace the other girl is going.

With their faces buries in each other's pussies, both girls are too distracted to notice the other blonde stirring on the couch above them. Quinn lets out a low groan as she starts to come to, and the first thing she's aware of as she slips into consciousness is the fact that she's got a raging case of morning wood. She can feel her dick throbbing and as she slowly peels her eyes open, she can see her cock standing at attention.

She rolls her eyes at herself and starts to pull herself up when she hears a moan from beside her. Quinn's eyes widen at the sight of Brittany and Santana eating each other out simultaneously, Brittany's body spread out in the opposite direction on top of Santana. Neither girl has noticed her presence and when they still haven't reacted by the time she's sitting up right, she just shrugs and fists her hard cock, swiping the precum from the tip and spreading it over the shaft with her palm as she starts to stroke herself while she enjoys the show.

Her eyes flutter closed on instinct, but she immediately snaps them open again, not wanting to miss a second of the action in front of her. She knows about six hundred guys at school that would kill to be in her position right now, and she's gonna make the most of it. Tightening her grip, she starts pumping harder, the palm of her hand bringing herself closer to climax.

A few minutes later, the girls still haven't noticed Quinn is awake, and have shifted onto their sides, each gripping tightly to the other as they bucking into each other's faces. Quinn has worked herself up fast enough so that she's on the edge right along with them. But it's Brittany that comes first, going rigid and locking her thighs around Santana's head as she spasms, and Santana falls over the cliff right after her, her body mirroring Brittany's actions in perfect sync.

It's quite the sight to behold, and they're still in the midst of their orgasms when Quinn feels her balls tighten and she shifts to the edge of the couch just as she explodes, aiming her stream over them and shooting ropes of warm cum onto the tangled girls with a groan of relief.

Brittany giggles once again at the feeling, breathing heavily as she pulls away from Santana's still pulsating center to look over at the couch and finds Quinn in a very similar position to the one she was in the previous night. "Quinnie, you're up." Quinn raises her eyebrows in acknowledgement, her voice stuck in her throat still as she comes down from her orgasm.

"Enjoy the show, you perv?" Santana teases, leaning her head against the inside of Brittany's knee as she lazily trails her fingertips up and down the blonde's thigh, knowing it helps Brittany relax after she comes, her tips collecting some of Quinn's fresh load.

"Oh yeah," Quinn chuckles, her post orgasmic haze starting to fade slightly. "A little insulted you started without me, though."

Santana smiles, turning to press a kiss against Brittany's leg. "You try saying no to this one. She's very persuasive."

"I am," Brittany confirms with a bright smile, leaning forward to give Santana's core a loud kiss before she untangles herself from the squealing girl and moves onto her knees. "But how about San and I make it up to you?"

Quinn's softening cock throbs at her tone, but her growling stomach is louder. She sighs and slumps back against the couch. "How about we have breakfast first?"

"But we just ate," Santana can't resist commenting with a smirk, getting up to her knees as well.

Brittany smiles and nods, crawling closer to the other blonde with a predatory look Quinn has never seen her wear. "We'll be quick, promise."

Quinn really is hungry, but who is she to turn down two gorgeous girls on their knees in front of her? So, she just lays back and lets Brittany nudge her legs open, while Santana pushes on the other one, spreading them wide enough so they can both fit between them.

Brittany makes the first move, gripping her softened base and giving it a few strong pumps, her determined strokes hardening her shaft in record time. "God, B," Quinn sighs, her hips jerking up with each movement of Brittany's hand. "Fuck, you're good at that."

"I'm totally good at everything," Brittany grins, pumping her once more and licking her tip teasingly before shifting Quinn's cock over and holding it in front of Santana. The brunette immediately wraps her plump lips around the head, locking them around it as her tongue swirls around, swiping it over her slit to collect the precum oozing from it. "San is, too. I mean, I don't have a dick, so I don't know how good she is at giving head, but she's super good at everything else, so. Plus, her lips are really soft."

"She's amazing," Quinn admits, arching her back up as Santana's lips start to slide further down her shaft, taking more of her length into her mouth.

Santana swallows around Quinn's huge size, locking eyes with the blonde as she hollows out her cheeks and chokes more of her down. She gets to where Brittany's hand is still holding her base firmly, and then pulls back, the flat of her tongue licking along the underside of her cock as she goes.

"Gimme," Brittany insists, pulling Quinn's spit covered cock back towards her and stuffs it into her own mouth. Her lips are thinner than Santana's, but her hot mouth feels just as good around Quinn's dick. She's incredibly eager, bobbing her head back and fourth as she sucks on the head, her wrist twisting as she jerks her off.

"Fucking hell," Quinn cries out, her butt lifting off the couch as she tries to buck into Brittany's mouth. The other blonde stops her pumping, moving her hand down to cup Quinn's balls, rolling her testicles around in her palm and tickling them with her finger tips as she swallows as much of her length as possible. "Brittany, Jesus Christ."

Santana raises a surprised eyebrow at Quinn's words, amused at how strongly she's reacting to Brittany's skilled mouth. Wanting to up the ante, Santana bumps shoulders with Brittany to get more room and then leans down, going straight for Quinn's balls, nudging her best friend's hands out of the way and giving them a lick.

Quinn continues to moan incoherently from above, her words nothing but a jumble of affirmation and praises as Brittany and Santana give her what she's sure will be the best blow job of her life. Her body writhes in pleasure, but she forces herself to gain enough control to look down at her friends, taking a mental shot of Brittany deep throating her cock while Santana sucks on her balls.

"Oh, oh, g-gonna," she tries to stutter out, her hands reaching up to tug on their hair to get their attention. "Fuck, I'm gonna come." She shoots her first spurt right down Brittany's throat, the blonde's hand back around her shaft and coaxing it out of her, before she aims it towards the other girl, letting Santana have her share. Santana locks her lips back around Quinn's dripping tip and sucks, milking every last drop out of her and then turns to Brittany and kisses her roughly, sharing Quinn's cum between them. "Oh fuck," Quinn whines at the sight, watching the way their jaws move as their tongues slide together inside.

Finally they break away, and Brittany reaching up to hold Santana's chin still so she can kiss around her mouth carefully to make sure she didn't miss any remains, and seals the deal with one more obnoxious smack of their lips.

"You're gonna ruin your appetite, B," Santana jokes, licking her lips once Brittany lets her go.

The blonde shrugs and sends Quinn and please smile. "Totally worth it, wouldn't you say, Quinnie?"

Quinn doesn't even have the strength to nod.


After finally eating breakfast, the girls decide to head upstairs for a shower to clean off. It ends up consisting of more laughter and fumbling than it does in sexy times, but they more than make up for it when they get back to Santana's room.

Santana lets out a contented sigh as she lays back on her bed, the soft mattress so much more comfortable than the floor of her living room. She grins at Quinn as the blonde flops down on one side of her and opens her arm for Brittany to crawl up onto her other side and the three of them settle in together and switch on the television.

They don't even rest for half an hour before wandering hands and eager mouths are back to work, lighting Santana's skin on fire underneath them. Brittany goes for her neck while Quinn focuses on her tits, palming one breast lightly while kissing the other, her lips teasing before they finally suck a hardened nipple into her mouth.

"Fuck, you guys," Santana moans, her heads reaching up to cup the back of two blonde heads, holding them against her in case they try to stop. Just when she thinks their teasing can't get any worse, she feels a hand trail down her stomach and rest on her mound, finger tips just barely grazing her clit. She thinks it's Brittany's, since Quinn's fingers are currently rolling and pinching one of her nipples, but she can't be completely sure. "God, I want both of you so badly."

"Both of us?" Brittany asks, kissing up Santana's neck to nibble on her ear lobe again. "At the same time?"

"Fuck yes," Santana moans, turning her head and connecting her lips with Brittany's as she arches her back off the bed and towards Quinn's mouth. "I-I, I want…"

Brittany pulls away and looks into Santana's eyes. "What do you want, San?" The way she asks it, it's so different than how Quinn said it yesterday. Brittany isn't asking to be sexy or to hear her beg, she just wants to know what it is Santana wants so she can give whatever it is to her.

"I want you both inside of me," she tells her breathlessly, kissing the corner of Brittany's mouth as she threads her fingers through Quinn's hair, massaging her scalp gently. "I want to feel connected to both of you." Brittany grins at her words, and presses another kiss to Santana's lips. "Did you bring up the strap on?"

"Yeah," Brittany whispers, giving Santana one more kiss before she reluctantly rolls away and gets to her feet, padding across the room to collect the strap on from where she tossed it on Santana's desk earlier. She picks it up and quickly slips it on, tightening the straps around her waist and pulling on the dildo, making sure it's locked in place and ready. Satisfied, she makes her way back over to the bed and reclaims her spot, pressing her body into Santana's side again, this time her fake cock poking the girl in the thigh, much like Quinn's very real one is doing on her other side. "Come here."

Sensing the shift, Quinn pulls away and lets Santana roll over onto Brittany, throwing her leg over the blonde's waist so she's straddling her and grinding down on the plastic dick squished between them. She plants her hands on either side of Brittany's head and leans down to give her a bruising kiss, their lips slipping and sliding together passionately, while Brittany runs her hands up and down Santana's back, pulling her closer.

Quinn watches them from the side for a moment, her fist automatically going back to her cock to get herself hard. She only gets a few pumps in before she feels Brittany's hand blindly grasping her length and stroking her as she kisses Santana, lightly tugging her forward. Getting the message, Quinn moves closer and places her hand on the middle of Santana's back and rubs up and down, getting the brunette's attention.

Feeling Quinn pressing into her side, Santana pushes off Brittany and sits up, leaning into the other blonde and tilting her head back to kiss her. Quinn responds immediately, bringing a hand up to palm her breasts again as Santana wraps a hand around her neck to pull her closer. Santana moans into the kiss when Quinn pinches a nipple and arching into her touch.

"So hot," Brittany sighs from below, her hands running up and down Santana's sides as she watches her make out with Quinn. Smiling at the way Santana's abs tense under her fingers, she trails them down the middle and stops at her clit, lightly brushing the sensitive nub with her thumb.

"Fuck, Britt," Santana gasps in surprise, pulling away from Quinn's mouth to look down at the girl underneath her. "In," is all she says and Brittany smiles and nods, gripping her hip with one hand and moving the other one down to the pink cock pressed against her stomach. Moving in perfect sync, Quinn buries her face in the crook of Santana's neck and pulls her back against her, tilting her body enough for Brittany to angle the strap on up and run the tip through Santana's wet center.

"Ready?" Quinn whispers into Santana's ear, waiting until she feels the other girl nod before she loosens her hold and lets her sink down on Brittany's plastic dick.

Santana's breath catches in her throat as she takes in the dildo. It's a decent size, but after getting pounded by Quinn's monster cock all last night, it's easier to handle than normal, and she manages to take the whole thing with ease.

"Looks like you get to top me after all," Brittany quips, letting Santana set the pace instead of thrusting up into her. Santana's smart mouth is otherwise occupied with Quinn's again, but she rocks her hips in response to Brittany's words, making sure to grind down hard enough so the strap on presses against the blonde's clit. "Oh, San." Santana continues to rock back and forth, rolling her hips in an agonizingly perfect rhythm, taking control and making sure the plastic is hitting her in all the right spots.

She tries to keep kissing Quinn, but as her hips pick up pace, it gets harder to keep connected to the blonde and she has to pull away reluctantly. Quinn doesn't seem to mind, not missing a beat as she shifts behind Santana and straddles Brittany's legs as well, pressing herself flush against Santana's back and wrapping her arms around her waist, her hard cock rubbing against her as she moves.

"Does that feel good, S?" she asks, her breath hot against the nape of Santana's neck, dropping wet kisses against the skin there.

Santana nods and lean backs into the blonde, lifting her hips off Brittany's fake cock and dropping back down, bucking against the plastic at a steady pace. She drops her head back against Quinn's shoulder, letting her friend hold her up as she speeds up her hips, riding Brittany to orgasm already. She's been so thoroughly fucked in the past 24 hours, her orgasms have been coming harder and quicker, and all it takes is a perfectly timed flick of Brittany's thumb over her clit and she's falling apart.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck," she cries as she comes, curling into herself and going rigid in Quinn's arms, the coiling in her stomach bursting throughout her body and sending shock waves to all of her nerve endings.

Quinn holds onto the shaking girl tightly, pressing her cheek against Santana's shoulder and whispering soothing and encouraging words to her as she starts to come down. Quinn waits until Santana has gone slack in her arms before she loosens her hold and lets her lay down ontop of Brittany.

"That's gotta be a record," Brittany teases lightly, brushing the damp hair off Santana's sweaty forehead and pressing a kiss against it. "That was like Finn fast."

"Shut up," Santana whines, though the amusement in her tone is clear. "I'm still sensitive."

Brittany nods and kisses her again, glancing up and catching Quinn's eye, and picks up on the naughty glint in it immediately. "Then you're really gonna enjoy this."

Santana lifts her head off Brittany's chest and opens her mouth to question her, but the words die in her throat when she feels Quinn's wet tongue lap at her asshole. "Oh God," she whimpers, dropping her head back down and squeezing her eyes shut as the blonde rims her. "Jesus fucking Christ."

Quinn smiles at the reaction, giving Santana's pucker stronger licks before pulling back and replacing her tongue with a finger, working and stretching her hole until she can fit a second one inside. Santana writhes around as she curls her fingers, her bucking hips fucking herself on the dildo that's still buried inside of her, and it's a wonder she doesn't come again before Quinn even gets her dick inside of her. "I fucking love your ass, Lopez. Have I ever told you that?"

"All the time," Santana pants out. "You tell me that everytime you fuck me in it."

"Mmm, that's right," Quinn ponders, slowing down her pumps and carefully pulling her fingers out of their confides, watching the way Santana's tight hole clams up as she pulls out completely. She's stretched enough to take Quinn's dick without too much initial pain, but still tight enough to drive Quinn wild. "But it really is a fantastic ass."

"Quinn, please, just fuck me," Santana begs, reaching back to tug on one of her cheeks to expose herself more to the blonde.

Quinn laughs as she strokes herself. "Okay, okay," she coaxes, shuffling forward and pressing a finger against Santana's wanting hole again. "Who knew you were such a cock slut, Lopez." Santana grits her teeth but otherwise lets the comment slide, because really, she's hardly in the position to argue its truth right now. "Lube?" Quinn usually preps Santana enough that just spreading some of her arousal over her cock is enough, but with the added addition of the plastic cock in her pussy, she figures a little more assistance can't hurt.

Before Santana even has to answer, Brittany reaches over and pulls open Santana's bedside table drawer and blindly grabs a small tube and tosses it to the other blonde. Quinn makes quick work of spreading it over her shaft and a bit around Santana's pucker before tossing it the side and moving into position.

"Ready?" Brittany asks, rubbing her hand over Santana's back as she watches Quinn line herself up behind the Latina. Santana nods and Brittany gives the other girl the go ahead, and Quinn starts to press forward. Santana tightens at first, but soon relaxes enough for Quinn to pop her cock head inside her tight ring of muscles and surrenders herself to her friend.

"So tight," Quinn murmurs, reaching forward to hook her fingers around Santana's shoulder for balance before she pushes further inside, slowly stuffing more of her cock inside Santana until her hips are flush against Santana's ass cheeks.

"Holy shit," Santana gasps when Quinn bottoms out in her ass. "So fucking full." Quinn is always a lot to take in the ass, but with her pussy full, it's indescribable. Quinn gives her a few moments to get adjusted before she pulls out, getting half way before pushing right back in. She starts off slow, moving in and out gently for the first few motions before she quickly picks up her pace, thrusting into Santana's ass steadily in no time. "Oh my fuck, so fucking good," she moans, turning her face towards Brittany and burying her face in her neck. "Oh god, Quinn!"

Nobody is surprised when Santana comes suddenly, her body trembling between the blondes as her orgasm rips through her, but Quinn doesn't lose stride, just keeps fucking her right through it, concentrating hard not to blow her load at how amazing Santana's tight asshole feels as it clenches and pulsates around her cock. "That's right, come all over my cock, S," she grunts, getting to her feet and planting them on either side of Santana so she can hump into her harder.

Brittany holds Santana against her tightly, anchoring her so she doesn't float away in bliss, and presses kisses against the crown of her head, whispering encouraging words to her as she comes down. She waits until Santana's body relaxes against her before she slowly starts to cant her own hips upward, sliding the pink dildo through Santana again.

Santana lets out a string of incoherent grunts and moans, having no idea how to react to feeling so full all at once. Having both of her holes stuffed full, getting fucked by two cocks, is a completely foreign experience for Santana, and after a brief few moments of pain, she's experiencing pleasure like nothing she's ever felt before.

"I can feel you, B," Quinn comments in awe, vaguely feeling the plastic moving in tandem with her own thrusts. "That's so fucking cool." Brittany continues to time her movements with Quinn so that they're both hitting deep inside of Santana at the same time, enjoying the high pitched sounds they're drawing from Santana's mouth.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, fucking, holy shit, Jesus Christ," Santana chants, surrendering herself to the blondes and letting herself go limp as they fuck her holes so damn well. She can feel her third orgasm building up as Brittany switches it up and starts hitting inside of her a pace behind Quinn, timing it perfectly so that she's never empty for even a moment, and she tumbles over the edge yet again.

Brittany and Quinn fuck her right through it again, Brittany rutting into her desperately, trying to create enough friction against her clit to get herself off so she can come with the other girls. Quinn is behind Santana fucking her at the same speed, feeling her balls start to tighten as they slap against Santana's pussy with each thrust. She knows she's not going to last much longer, and when Santana tightens around her again as she's hit with a second wave, she comes undone herself, shooting off into Santana's clenching asshole.

"F-Fuck," Quinn grunts, her hips jerking into the brunette as she shoots spurt after spurt of hot cum into Santana. Once she's sure she's done, she stumbles backwards and pulls out of Santana, leaving her empty as the other girl falls sideways onto the bed in exhaustion, leaving Brittany still frantically trying to get off.

Brittany whimpers at the lose and fists the slick plastic cock, pushing down on it in a useless attempt before she looks up at Quinn with helpless eyes. "Qunnie, can you…?"

Quinn nods and flops forward between Brittany's legs, helping her out of the contraption and making quick work of wrapping her lips around Brittany's swollen clit, sucking on the bud as she easily slips two fingers inside Brittany's throbbing cunt and pumping into her until she's falling apart. Brittany comes in no time at all, crying out Quinn's name as white spots dot her eyelids. Quinn helps her down gently, releasing her clit and lapping softly through Brittany's folds until she feels her relax around her fingers.

Slipping out of the other girl, Quinn crawls up and lays down between Brittany and Santana, resting her head on Brittany's shoulder and throwing an arm over her heaving stomach as she feels Santana curl against her back, cuddling in. Brittany smiles over at them, realizing she's apparently not the only one that enjoys cuddling afterwards.

"Hey, Mean Girls is on," Brittany comments a few minutes later, her eyes drifting over to the forgotten television playing quietly in the corner. "You're totally Regina George, Q."

Santana laughs into Quinn's shoulder, slipping her arms around the girl's waist. "Yeah, if Regina George had a massive schlong."

Quinn huffs and Brittany giggles and Santana thinks she could get used to this.


Done! Sorry I couldn't work in people's requests, this was too long already, and I didn't end up going into much detail at all about their in between activities, but hopefully you liked it anyway. Please let me know what you thought! I'm not sure what my next fic will be, but be sure to check out my LJ (link in my profile), because odds are I'll end up posting something there before posting something else here!

And happy holidays if I don't post before then!