Summer Menagé
AnniKay

Sam/Mercedes/Puck
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AN: This is the next story in the Learning French Universe. It will be from many different perspectives, and will take care of the summer between Junior and Senior year. Right now I have it planned as a series of connected one shots. But then again, I never meant for Learning French to end up being 42 chapters.

AN: Most of the Gleeks must be Juniors during the time of Learning French (end of Season 2), otherwise how could they have gone to prom. RIB and crew are falling off with their continuity if they are trying to stratify them now. Therefore consider this to be the summer before Senior year for all of them.

Scathing Diatribe on RIB and their hidden racism: Ok so we are expected to believe that the New Directions and their soul-less renditions of Jackson Classics beat the TroubleTones and that kick-ass performance? Come on people. I can suspend reality a little but REALLY! Why did the New Directions get to sing three songs in the first place? And can I slap Finn for ruining one of my favorite MJ songs ever! Oh we all know Finn can't sing. Corey Montieth is just adorable, and I often want to carry Finnocence around in my pocket, but could someone please stop him from doing leads. There I said it. Artie, Blaine, Sam, Heck PUCK can all sing better than he can. Please someone tell RIB to base their contest results a little more in reality.


Family Reunion
Puck Point of View

We breezed through the next week and a half. Life was golden, though Santana started calling Sam, Hurricane Sam for some reason. She would go out of her way to find us just to yell out "Hey Hurricane Sam." That girl is getting weirder as we get older. Before we knew it we were on a plane to Florida. Of course since Benton and Moms D were with us, we couldn't get down like we did on the way back from NYC, but we made it. Checking into the hotel was an experience. We met up with Kev and Dev at the airport, and of course they were accompanied by their better halves. Patrice and Tonya were as different as Kev and Dev were similar. Patrice was five foot nothing, and so light I originally thought she was bi-racial. She had the same long curly hair as Moms D, and she was very pretty. That's the best word I can use to describe her. Pretty…and perky. She is ridiculously happy. Then there is Tonya, she's barely shorter than me, a little lighter than Cedes, has dreadlocks down to her ass, and there is something really, real about her. If I didn't know she was from Lima, I'd have assumed she was like Jamaican or Haitian or something…but not really…just cool and laid back and real. Not sure how else to describe her. But she speaks Na'vi, Klingon, Vulcan, Romulan and like 12 real languages, so I'm thinking of calling her Uhura.

Anyway when we got to the hotel, apparently there was some problem with one of Moms D's sisters' family's rooms. When we got there she was in the process of trying to scoop up one of the rooms Moms D had reserved. When she saw Moms she immediately started to talk her shit. "Danica, darling than God you're here. Hannah's brought a 'guest'," and just the way she said guest let you know it was a male of whom her mother didn't approve. "So we need another room. But the hotel is fully booked. Mercedes doesn't need a room to herself. Can we please have that room and you and 'Benton'," oh there's that tone again, "let Mercedes room with you two?" then she turned to Sam and I and I guess saw the bag we were carrying, most of which were Cedes' purple ones and assumed we were I don't know some geeks off the streets who were nice enough to help with the bags. "Oh you boys can put those down right there. I'm sure the bellhop can take it from there."

Sam and I exchanged looks, yeah now we're getting why Cedes didn't want to be here. But it was Moms D that spoke up. "Ariel, Mercedes needs her own room she has guests as well."

"Well then, why don't you let Kevon and Devon share a room and Patrice and, and Toya can share with Mercedes and her little friend." Auntie Ariel said quickly.

Benton gave her a scathing look. "That will not work, Ariel." Who knew Benton had a tone himself. "Mercedes is here with her boyfriends, just as Kevon, and Devon are here with their girlfriends. The same girlfriends we've been introducing you too for the last five years. Patrice and Tonya, not Toya. And I see no reason to change our arrangements simply because Hannah managed to find another victim—I mean boyfriend -who she's just going to run off half way through the reunion, like she did that Massey boy last year."

Rather than replying to Benton's funny ass 'victim' remark, Auntie Ariel gave Sam and me a disbelieving look. Like she couldn't believe that we were here with our boo. "Well, I, I'm sorry…did you say boyfriends…as in plural?" she said as a chick who had to be her daughter joined us.

"Mom…did you get Aunt Danica to give us the room?" she whined. "MeDe doesn't need a room to herself. It's just gonna be her, just like every year."

"And hello to you too Hannah." Moms D said sarcastically. "And no we won't be giving up MeDe room. She and her boyfriends will not want to be separated nor do they have to be. You see they are in a relationship and have been for a while now. They aren't simply here so MeDe has some arm candy or a piece of ass." It's weird, despite her words Moms tone was pleasant and light the whole time. "And as to her never bringing a boyfriend along, we would not have allowed our daughter to share a room with her boyfriends any sooner. Just like Kev and Dev had to wait until they were seventeen before they could bring Tonya and Patrice."

Tonya, Dev and Sam started talking in their languages, switching between Klingon and Na'vi as needed…and I know that they are talking mad shit about Ariel, Hannah and their attitude. Damn I kind of wish I could speak that shit. First time ever I've had that thought.

"I see." Ariel huffed. "Yet you seem to have no problem with the fact that she is dating two boys?" And there is that damn tone again.

Benton rolled his eyes. "Dani, you handle your sister, I'm gonna go get us all checked in." he said walking away shaking his head.

"Moms D, I'm gonna go help Benton." I said dropping a kiss to Cedes' cheek, before skirting around the skinny chick and her even skinnier mother. We weren't far enough away not to hear the fact that Auntie Ariel had earned herself quite a verbal beat down for that shit. "No wonder Cedes didn't really want to come."

"Hell, me and the boys just come for the beach, though to be honest, Dani's family isn't all that bad; we just had to run into the most color struck ones of the bunch. Ariel has never liked me. I was always too big and too dark for her. She used to make snide remarks about me behind Dani's back when we were dating. Hell she wore black to the wedding when we got married. But it was really cemented when Dani committed the ultimate sin in Ariel's eyes." At my curious look he explained. "Danica's entire family pledges Alpha…Alpha Kappa Alpha for the girls and Alpha Phi Alpha for the boys. It's been that way for generations. But the AKA's on campus managed to piss her off quick fast and in a hurry. Before she found Jesus…forgiving was not a word anyone would have used to describe Danica Monét Harris. Any way when they pissed her off she decided to hell with them, she'd pledge their rival organization…Delta Sigma Theta."

"So wait all that stuff in School Daze was real?" I asked with a laugh.

"Yup!" he laughed. "Anyway Ariel has hated me ever since. The boys don't get as much shit from her, because they look more like Dani…but Mercedes, she's me through and through."

"This ain't a Spike Lee Joint…Cedes is her niece." I pointed out hoping to keep a hold on my temper.

"Like I said… she's the most color struck one of the bunch. Dani's brothers don't really treat Mercedes any different than any of the other kids. The kids are all too busy tormenting her for being a late bloomer than worrying about her skin." He said shaking his head.

Ok I'm confused. "But umm. Cedes bloomed in like fifth grade…and she bloomed a lot." I blurted. Yeah I should kick my own ass for that one. But probably, Benton's gonna do it for me. hopefully I kept the leering smile off my face.

But he just stood there and looked at me for a minute. Then he started to laugh that big booming laugh of his. "Not like that, PUCK!" he said stressing the name, like all the adults do when I'm being more Puckish than Noah-like. "Look, kid, while Dani takes after her mother's family, a whole bunch of folks who love fiercely, love early, and love forever…like mine, like Sander's, like Gabby's…She's the only one of her siblings who did. The others, well, promiscuous is the nicest way to say it…but it is also a rampant understatement. In fact, you know what…if her brother Bryant is divorced again…he lives in Princeton…maybe we can hook him up with Bubbie Ruth, if someone's gonna get rich off his alimony payments, it may as well be someone we like for a change."

Now it was my turn to laugh out loud. Half the lobby turned to look at me, maybe it was mostly the female half, but I didn't pay them any attention. Benton finished up checking us in and gave me a little brown envelope that said 1214 and had three key cards in it. I walked over to Cedes and gave her a long, deep kiss, as usual when I tasted her; I couldn't hold back my moan of desire at her flavor. "Here's your key, Cedes. Let's grab Sam, get all our crap up stairs and unpack." I teased. I made sure that there was no doubt in the minds of anyone within hearing distance what I really meant when I said 'unpack'.

The bellhops picked that moment to appear and take our bags up. Dani gave them the quick rundown on which bags went to which room, while Benton corralled us. "MeDe; you, Sam and Noah, you guys are on twelve. Kev, you and Patrice are on 10. Devon, you and Tonya are on eleven." He told us passing the other their envelopes of keys, as I handed Sam his room key. Your mother and I are in 2004. You have the printouts of the schedules…so we'll see you at the events. Or if you really, really, really have a major emergency. MeDe, you and your guys, check with Dev before coming up to 20 please. Otherwise…just remember, no grandkids until you've at least graduated college. Noah, Sam…if you need to find a pharmacy, Kevon can show you where one is. See you guys tomorrow at the brunch. You guys are big enough to handle your own dinners. Find a restaurant…no room service, and no billing things to your rooms in the hotel restaurant." He finished before giving Auntie Ariel a smirk. "Ariel, as much of a pleasure as always."

Hannah pouted and stomped off to latch onto the arm of a tall, suited, light skinned dude, who had to be at least ten years older than her. Mercedes looked up at me, desire warring with amusement in her big brown eyes. "She just knew she was going to get that room." she said indicating Hannah with a subtle nod. "Aunt Ariel is the oldest, so I'm sure Hannah assumed that Mom would cave, and give up our room just because she said so. Actually she might have if you guys weren't with me. They used to get a two bedroom suite for the three of us. But…"

"But they wanted our loud asses far, far away from them. They deserve some peace and quiet for a change." I teased. Sam finished his discussion with Devon and Tonya, and rejoined us.

Laughingly he explained what they had been talking about. "Tonya saw the guy Hannah is here with when she came flouncing her skinny butt over here. Dev thinks he's either her professor, or somebody else's husband. Tonya thinks he's an escort paid to come so she wouldn't show up alone. I just think she has daddy issues, cause I'm willing to bet you good money that that dude hit puberty well before she was born."

Mercedes and I shared a laugh as the three of us moved together to the elevator bank. We were joined by Devon and Kevon and their better halves. The senior Joneses had to go up a separate elevator for the higher floors. Of course the second the door closed Kev looked at Sam and I with a straight up evile grin. "You two little fuckers better have brought enough condoms and shit with you. I mean we're cool and all…but I do not need nor do I want to know that much about my little sister's love life."

Now it was Cedes turn to throw out an evil grin, hers was almost identical to her brother's . "You just don't want the blow to your ego of knowing that Sam and Puck have to get the Magnum size condoms. Unlike you…Mr. Trojan man." She said in a snide tone little sister perfected at the dawn of man.

Patrice gave an odd little chuckle. She spoke up for the first time ever during a Bro/sis face off and between the fourth weekend and this afternoon, she'd had many opportunities. "You know MeDe… the average human male's penis will continue to grow until their early twenties." She said with a small laugh and a salacious grin.

Note to self. Must kill Klaine. If I'm saying words like 'salacious', even to myself, it's all their fault. "Well, considering those regular Trojans we found expired in his nightstand after Sam moved in, I hope for your sake that's true. But he'd still have to grow a hell of a lot to beat my 'white boys'." I want to know how Cedes can make 'white boys' into a term of endearment.

Tonya and Patrice exchanged looks. "Should I tell her?" Patrice queried.

"I don't know you might scar her for life." Tonya returned.

"Oh, tell her already, she's already scarred me for life." Devon groused.

"MeDe Honey, Kevon left those behind because they were the ones he bought trying to be Mister Big Shot when we were in eighth grade. They never did fit him." Patrice said with a coy laugh.

"Sorry, sis…but she's right. I stuck those things in the back of that drawer and forgot all about them." Kevon said with a laugh. "And when I packed my nightstand when Devon and I got our apartment, I was too busy making sure nobody saw those pictures My Boo gave me for my birthday senior year."

Sam and I exchanged looks. "She let you take pictures?" we whined. Mercedes was adamantly against photographic evidence of any medium.

"Actually, Tonya took the pictures for me with my dad's old polaroid camera. It's an instant…no one had to develop them, and no cyber trace of any kind." Patrice said sternly. "He is the only one who has ever seen them, and the only one who will ever see them."

But one look at Cedes and Dev told us all the truth. Kevon was livid. "You two are some snooping mutherfuckers. Just for that shit, Devon I get to see Tonya naked." He looked at our boo and smirked. "I don't want to see your boys ding-a-lings…but believe you me…I will have my revenge."

Thankfully the doors dinged and opened on ten. Kev and Patrice got off with Kev still ranting about getting even with his siblings.

Soon as the door closed behind him, Tonya turned to Devon and said with a smirk. "So…you saw Patrice's pictures." She said her voice calm…too calm. Danger Will Robinson, danger.

"Yeah. You have to admit if he wanted to hide them he could have picked a better place. I mean, they were just lying in the bottom of the drawer." Devon said chuckling.

"No they weren't." Cedes said shaking her head. "He had them banded together with the top one turned into the stack so you could only see the black, and not see the naughty stuff by accident. Plus he had the rubber bands in this really complicated pattern, almost like a cat's cradle."

We all looked at her like she was crazy for remembering something that specifically for five years. "What?" she asked defensively. "You see something like that and you remember it. She made me feel all self-conscious. I was barely twelve, and my areolas were like three times bigger than hers. I thought there was something wrong with me."

"Couldn't be." Sam said hugging her sweetly. "You're perfect."

I leaned over and pressed a kiss to her temple. "He's right." I smiled. "So fucking perfect just for us."

Devon's gagging sounds were cut off by our arrival at his floor. "You guys are nauseating. We're in 1120 if you need us. Try not to need us." he said in lieu of good bye.

With just the three of us in the elevator, tension, the sexy kind got real high, real quick. We were being careful not to even look at each other. That ding was the best sound ever. We made it to our room just in time to tip the bellhop. From the look of the luggage cart, he'd started with Benton and Moms D's room first. I started not to tip him at all since I'm pretty sure that Moms or Benton tipped him enough for all of us but I saw Cedes reaching in her purse, so I tipped him before she could over tip him. She's so soft hearted. She and her mother are both positive that every wait staff person they meet has a horrible sob story and a desperate need for the money.

Maybe they do. And even I will admit that I will over tip any one of them that strikes me as the single mother type. But DAMN, Moms D and my Babygirl are ridiculous. "Here you go man." I said as I ushered him out of the room. "1120 is your next stop." He looked past me into the room and licked his lips. I can imagine exactly what he was seeing. That's some disrespectful shit. "He and she are both very obviously taken. Now gets your ass to steppin' before I kick it and take back my tip." I said. Hot like fire. Come on dude, I'm standing right here…clearly with them. They are clearly with each other. Yet this subpar little douche is looking like maybe he has a chance. He can kiss my ass. I closed the door in his face with a satisfying thud. Turning around I encountered the very welcome sight of Cedes wrapped in Sam's arms, their mouths fused. Her hands were sliding up his back under his tee-shirt. Sam's hands were busy pushing at the straps of her casual maxi dress.

Yeah, I have to put Kurt in a damn dumpster if I know the difference between a casual and not so casual dress let alone what the hell a maxi-dress is. I leaned back against the door and watched as they devoured each other. I took a quick look around the room. This was one of those single king sized bed rooms. There was a table and four chairs, a big TV in a cabinet thing that could be closed to hide it. The bottom had doors that hid a mini-fridge. The cabinet was bracketed by two low dressers, with large mirrors above them. The room was done in neutral colors, with a half way decent looking comforter. Next to me there were two doors, one to a smallish closet with two extra blankets on the shelf. Bellhop boy had been efficient enough to stack Cedes three bags in front of it and hand the garment bag with our more formal outfits in there. The bathroom was stark and white with pops of blues and greys, a quick peek showed a separate water closet and a shower stall. There was a double sink and vanity setup in between one door and a separate one that would allow one person to use the mirrors at the sinks, even if someone else was taking a shower.

It was a nice room, but it couldn't keep my attention for long. My gaze returned to Sam and Mercedes and I could feel their passion from all the way over here. Sam had successfully pushed Cedes dress off her shoulders and it was now pooled at her feet. She looked so incredible in a white lace bra and matching boy cut lace panties. The lingerie looked amazing against her pretty brown skin. She was still wearing her sandals. The same white ones she'd worn at the barbeque a few weeks back. "Why is it, that I'm always the one stuck showing people to the door while you two get started without me?" I asked my tone teasing and light.

They turned to me as one, and Cedes used the distraction to pull Sam's shirt over and off his head. She dropped it and stepped out of her dress. She bent down and scooped them both up, laying them on one of the dressers bracketing the TV cabinet. Sam stood there wearing his khaki cargo shorts that were slung low enough on his hips to give Cedes and I a tantalizing view of the tops of his hip bones and his eight pack in its entirety. "Aww, poor Puck." He said in mock sadness. "Him's lonely all over there by himself." He taunted. "He's gots himself quite the boner. I bet he would love to come over here and join us. But maybe we should give him the pleasure of watching us pleasing each other."

I strode over and buried my hands in his hair wrenching his head to the side just a bit. I captured those big ass lips of his in one hell of a kiss. I let every bit of aggression and possessiveness that asshole of a bellhop had aroused in me and every bit of lust and desire that watching his earlier kiss with our girl had aroused in me flow into our kiss. When I pulled back, I groaned. "You two have no clue how hot you are separately and together. That bellboy would have given his left nut to be where I am now or where you were a minute ago."

"But he's not and we are." Sam said his voice low and thick. "So let's make love to our girl…and each other."

Something about the way he said 'each other' struck me as strange…like he meant it to be significant. So I stopped and looked at him. While I was trying to figure out what the little smirk on his face meant, Mercedes let out a low, sexy chuckle. "Sam…does that meant that you are finally ready to…"

"Let Puck fuck me." Sam finished for her. He spoke to her though his eyes remained locked on mine. "Yeah. I keep seeing how much he loves having me inside him when he's in you…so I figured I'd give it a shot."

"It's addicting." I warned before taking his mouth with mine again. I'm giving the warning, even as I know that I want to try this more than I want my next fucking breath.

The kiss was deep, slow, long, wet and satisfying, and yet it still left us both yearning for more. "I imagine it would be 'addickting'." He joked as he reached out and pulled Cedes from where she sat on the bed and into our embrace.

"Sam-boy, you know I love you…but that joke was…it was just bad." She laughed pressing a small kiss to his jaw to take the sting out of her words.

He laughed before capturing her lips. Together they started to make the most fucking amazing sounds of pleasure. I listened, running my hands over their sexy bodies, getting harder and harder. Only after they broke for air did I join in on the kissing action. Once I joined them, all bets were off. As we our clothes. Hands stripped off clothes, tongues dueled and tasted…when Cedes' hot, soft little hand wrapped itself around my hard on, I had to stop her and pull back.

"Wait." I murmured. "Wait, just a second." I growled out my voice getting stronger. "Let's get the condoms and shit out now. Cause if we get anywhere near that bed right now, it's gone be on and popping up in here. Bareback all the damn way. I do not want to have to try to get up and find them later."

Sam nodded. He turned and lifted Cedes' purple carry-on to rest on the top of the nearest dresser. He stopped and looked back and forth between the mirror and the bed. Then he gave us a dirty smile. Put all the carry-ons onto the other dresser." He commanded as he moved the bad he'd just sat down. This mirror looks directly at the bed." I looked and he was right…from the bed, you'd be able to see the mirror and your reflection in it. "Mercy, you're finally going to be able to see how beautiful and sexy you are when in the throes of passion." He moaned.

"Hells yeah. Babygirl you're gonna ride me. With you facing that big ass mirror…you're gonna finally see why neither Sam nor I can last long looking up at you when you're getting yours." I told her, my own voice so heated it sounded strained to my ears.

"Oui Seigneur." She teased.

I teased her right back. "Hell, Babygirl. You know we love it when you start with that Volouez-vous shit."

*MATURE CONTENT WARNING*

She and Sam both laughed at that and we hurriedly grabbed the things we needed from the bags and lined them up on the nightstand. Looking at the haul, someone might think we were planning to start a friggin' brothel up in this piece. There were three of the big 36 count packs of condoms in Sam and my double XL size, three 4 ounce tubes of KY, three 4 ounce bottles of AstroGlide, a small pack of latex gloves and 2 four ounce tubes of AnalEase. Yeah, just call us Boy Scouts, we come prepared. Guess Sam made his decision before we ever left Lima…wonder when he went and bought that AnalEase though.

Sam and I finished divesting Mercedes of those lacy bits still hiding her from us. I pulled back the covers and laid her down. I rolled on a condom and without any further foreplay, which technically meant any- for a change; I pressed my cock gently into her hot, wet tightness. "Always so tight and wet for us, Cedes baby." I moaned.

"That's because you two are so fucking sexy," she groaned as she arched up into me. Helping me go deeper. "How can I not be wet and ready at the thought of you and Sam together like that?" she panted.

I carefully pressed and pulled back, taking several minutes to open her up enough so that she could be on top without hurting Miss Pretty Pussy. "Soo Good. But I want you to cum…cum now for me Cedes. Let me hear you." I whispered darkly as I started fucking her harder and faster. Bending my head I fastened my mouth to the sensitive skin between her clavicle and her scapula. It took every ounce of will power I had to keep myself form cumming myself when she screamed out in pleasure and her tight little pussy clamped down around me.

"Puck!" she screamed my name as I ground my hips into her, forcing her deep into a shotgun orgasm.

I rolled us over so that she was astride me, my cock still fully embedded in her scalding, boiling cunt. "Ride me Sexy Mama…this dick is all for you right now…ride it…but keep those pretty eyes locked on the mirror. She rose up and sank down gently, her eyes sinking closed in pleasure. I slid my hands up her curves to cradle her tits. When her eyes didn't come back open immediately, I reached up and tweaked her nipples. "Eyes open, woman, watch." I grunted.

She started bouncing and twirling her hips as she rode me. Her eyes locked in the mirror. Looking up I could see exactly what she saw, our bodies so different, joined and complimenting each other. Giving each other the ultimate in pleasure, and yet incomplete. I looked around her to find Sam sitting on the bed reclined against the headboard. His cock was standing high and proud as he slowly stroked it, his eyes glancing back and forth to watch our boo from behind, and glancing into the mirror to see her in all her glory. He couldn't stay separate from us for long though.

He came forward and started to kiss the soft skin of Cedes' back. "So beautiful." Kiss. "Our sexy." Kiss. "Hot." Kiss. "beautiful." Kiss. "Baby." He groaned as he kissed her. "God I love watching you take your pleasure. Watching you take Puck deep inside you. Seeing the two of you together, your skin so soft, smooth and beautiful pecan brown, his rough and hairy and tan…" he said running his hands over her shoulder and tits, down her tummy until he found her hard, swollen little clit. "Sing out Baby…Sing out loud." He commanded as he flicked and twisted her bliss button. Like the good little Babygirl she was, our girl followed Sam's demand and she flew apart. Her screams melodic and music to our ears. But thankfully not that 'one scream' that is always our undoing. She kept her eyes open for the most part watching as my hands framed her gorgeous tits as they shook and bounced.

"Do you see Babygirl? Do you see how fucking beautiful you are when you cum? How fucking hot you are when you're with us? How fucking amazing you look when you're being you…your truest self?" I said holding tightly to my slipping control. I couldn't hold back any more. When she nodded and I saw in her eyes the very last of her insecurities wither on the vine, I rolled her onto her back and thrust into and fucked her so hard the bed started to thump against the wall. Sam reached out and ran his hands down my back, and over my ass. "Fuck yeah, Sam…shit…you wanna play with my ass. Fuck you've got a real ass fetish…you know that?" I groaned against Cedes' shoulder.

He chuffed out a laugh just as a knock sounded at the door. I couldn't have stopped in that moment if it was the Lord Himself at the door. "Shit." Sam muttered as he stood and threw back on his shorts. I tucked my hands under Cedes' hips and took a good grip of her ass, tilting those sexy ass hips of hers up just a little more as I buried myself fully in her again and again. "Hannah, Sorry, but Mercy's a little 'busy' right now." he told Cedes' bitch of a cousin politely.

A glance in the mirror above the other dresser showed the slim light skinned girl looking at Sam's chest and abs hungrily. I smirked down at Sext Mama and whispered. "Want you to come again Babygirl…cum hard for me. Let Sam know you miss him and to hurry his polite ass up." I thrust away roughly, grinding my hips and mashing her clit between us on each and every stroke. "Who do you belong to Mercedes?" I snarled I could feel her beginning to break under me. "Let that jealous bitch hear you."

I hunched over and latched onto one of her poor neglected nipples smiling in satisfaction as she cried out. "Puck! Sam! Fucking love you. Shit! God so GOOOODDDDD!" she yelled. Her body was rolling under mine and her pussy was clamped down around me so tightly I could barely move.

"Sam, get rid of whoever it is." I ground out feigning ignorance. "Shit she feels even better than this morning. Come on man…I'm not gonna last much longer."

"Sorry, Hannah. Gotta run. Sure you understand. I'll let Mercy know you stopped by…" he glanced back towards the bed. "Later…much, much later." The door closed just as Cedes screamed out in pleasure again.

"FUCK!" I shouted as my body was racked with the most intense pleasure. "Love you Cedes. Love you so fucking much." I panted as I came into the condom.

Sam was naked and latexed before I could fully come back to myself. He rolled me off Cedes' warmth, taking a moment to lick and suck my condom covered cock teasingly. "Mercy, Baby, Can you do doggy for me?" he asked as he rolled her over. She nodded a little tiredly, but you could tell she was starting to come to. "Good. Cause I want to watch myself fucking you from behind…while Puck gets me ready and then I'm gonna fuck your ass while he fucks mine. Would you like to see that, Baby? Do you think you'd like that?"

"Oh God YES!" She groaned moving swiftly to her hands and knees. She wriggled her ass at Sam as if telling him to hurry. Sam moved her hips angling them just enough that she would be able to see everything.

As he slid inside her, he let out a moan of pure and absolute satisfaction. I watched silently as they moved together for several strokes before got rid of the used condom that was growing cold without Mercedes warmth around it. When I came back, Sam was kneeling straight up behind Cedes rocking his hips back and forth as he massaged and kneaded her big, luscious ass. "Puck thinks I have an ass fetish…you know I think he's right. Just seeing your ass in a pair of skinny jeans, or a pair of lacy little panties, or bare like now…it's so fucking awesome; I get hard with the quickness. Do you have any idea how many times I've gotten off to the memory of you and Santana's duet last year?" he growled. Oh shit…Sam's getting that look in his eye.

Sam Point of View

I can feel myself losing it again. Fuck this is not the time or place. We're in a hotel room. Somebody will call the cops if I make them scream too much. "Mercy, baby…I, I need to fuck you, okay baby. I need to fuck you and make you cum over and over and fucking over again…ok boo…but you can't scream too much. You can't scream like you do at home, or somebody will call the cops on us. Okay Darlin'?" Thank God she nodded. She looked a little confused, but, she nodded. I turned to Puck as he came back into the room, "Noah. I need I'm gonna keep my word, you're gonna get me ready and fuck my ass, But then I'm gonna need to fuck you. I'm gonna need to fuck your tight little ass, Puck. It will give Mercy a break, but Oh Fuck!" I gasped, Mercy had reached under us and slid her hand over my balls. Damn that felt awesome. "Dude. I'm losing it." I warned and let loose. I started fucking Mercy harder and harder, my grip on the flesh of her ass punishing and bruising.

"Shit!" She moaned, and looked back over my shoulder. "Fuck, Sam…Good. So good. Fuck" she babbled, as she threw her hips back at me.

"Dude." I breathed desperately. "Get your ass over here." I growled. Thankfully the delay was caused by him getting on a glove and opening the Anal Ease. Puck knelt behind me and pushed me forward just enough to open my ass a bit.

Slowly, gently he worked my ass until I could take two fingers. It felt so fucking hot when he started to scissor them back and forth. And then he curled them down a little and pressed on Something and, damned if I wasn't the one screaming. When my mind cleared of the pleasure storm that was that amazing orgasm, I realized that my arms were wrapped tightly around Mercy right under her breasts and I was hunched around her, still hard and still humping away.

Puck was behind me, his hand on my arm. I could feel his other hand on my ass and all I could do was beg. "Come on Puck, Shit please." I whined. I needed this, as much as I needed to feel Mercy shuddering and shaking under me again.

"Look in the mirror Sam. Watch me fuck you for the first time." He growled into my ear. From this angle, I could see it perfectly. I could see as he entered me slowly. Watch as Mercedes' eyes grew wide and her mouth opened on a silent scream. I was so enraptured by what I was feeling and seeing, I didn't realize I was rubbing her clit with the heel of one hand as the other was darting back and forth between her nipples. My physical stimulation and the mental stimulation of the visual had sent her careening over the edge of desire. Feeling her clenching, around me milking me for everything within me, I found myself experiencing something I thought was a myth. I tumbled back into orgasm. By the time Puck was fully embedded I was nothing but a huge orgasm.

When I recovered finally, we all showered, and I took Puck's ass while Mercy worked her beautiful mouth up and down on his cock. We played in a hundred different combinations that night, each and every one as satisfying as the one before it. By the time Mercy's cell alarm rang, Puck was hiding in the shower, and Mercy had cum dried on her beautiful breasts, because I was too mesmerized with making her cum just a few more times that she hadn't been able to clean up after Puck's last offering. He came out with a cup of water and he rummaged in her bag to grab her pills. After she'd taken one, he grabbed me by my hair and growled in my ear. "My ass hurts, my dick's raw, and my balls are ready to go on strike. Much as I love you…if you don't clam the hell down and let us get some fucking sleep…I'm locking you in the hall butt butterball naked."

I leaned forward and licked my way up Mercy's spine and she was so tired she could barely shiver. So I figured that Puck may have had a point. I released her from my sinister clutches, and stood to stretch. Glancing in the mirror, I couldn't help but chuckle. I was covered in bites, hickeys, scratches and some deep claw marks. I twisted and checked out my back; whisker burn accompanied the rest there. I showered again, and body began to register the same complaints Puck had listed before. Maybe commanding him to fuck me a second time wasn't a very good idea…but damn it was worth it.

*END of MATURE CONTENT*

Puck helped Mercedes to bathroom and we carefully helped her to shower, before we all climbed into the big bed. We slept long and deeply, barely making it to the brunch the next day. Hannah had been a busy bitch overnight. Spreading what she had overheard to all and sundry. And it probably didn't help that even with her cover up on Mercy was showing several hickeys and love marks. Puck and I were both sitting gingerly and since Puck was rocking a wife-beater, he was showing some serious bruising himself.

Hannah looked at us like we were on the brunch menu. "Well MeDe…I see you finally let the poor boys out to have a bite to eat. Just because you have enough fat to let you skip many, many meals doesn't mean you should deprive them of sustenance."

Puck leaned over and whispered something that made Mercy flush and ignore her cousin to pop our lover instead. I wonder if he told her that we'd much prefer to eat her. That was the thought that crossed my mind.

A young female laughed from her seat nearby. "What's wrong Hannah, jealous that your store brought boobs don't get you fine ass white boys like MeDe's natural ones got her?"

Hannah swung around to her cousin or maybe sibling and told her to hush. "There will never be a time when I would wish to look anything like MeDe." She said snidely.

"Then we're even. I've never wanted to look like a half-baked Barbie doll either." Mercy said with a lilting laugh. "Though, heck Hannah…I'm right proud of you usually you save all those snide comments for when the adults aren't around." Well that one shut Hannah up. Unfortunately her mother stepped into the blessed silence.

Aunt Ariel turned to Mr. Benton and Mama Dani and started to speak. "I cannot believe that you are sanctioning this…behavior." She said smarmily. "Hannah said that they were acting shamefully last night, and I know for a fact that there were complaints about the noise."

A tall slender, light skinned man of a certain age stood up at a table nearby. "Ariel shut up. I wasn't complaining…I said I wish I still had that kind of stamina." He looked enough like Mama Dani that he had to be one of her brothers. Mercy buried her face in Puck's shoulder. He looked at his sons. "Those boys were knocking that bed into the wall from the time they checked in until six this morning. You kids can say what you want but little MeDe got her fair share of Harris blood, and then some."

He came over to us and shook my hand. "Bryant Harris, New Jersey State Rep, proudly serving the twelfth district. Now which one of you is Sam and which one is Puck?" he asked giving us a sly smile. MeDe screamed your names so much last night, I dreamt about Shakespeare and Dr. Suess."

I just shook my head in consternation. "I love Mercy…but I do not like Green eggs and ham."

A seriously young little chippy sitting in the seat next to the one vacated by Bryant when he came over to shake our hands, giggled. "Oh we know you love Mercy, and you love Puck…so was there a third boy in there named Noah…cause you yelled that you loved him too…but we only heard two boy voices. Mercy is a very lucky lady." She gave Puck and me very lecherous looks.

"Oh hell to the no. Keep those pseudo green eyes in your head and off my boys." Mercedes growled possessively. Shit that was sexy. "Uncle Bryant keep your ho on a leash. I've already got Hannah trying to cause a ruckus."

Mr. Bryant slanted a look at the chick. "She can go home if she starts something. I haven't married that one yet." Apparently he didn't like the way ole girl was looking at us either.

"Yeah well…My Bubbie Ruth lives in New York. You should totally look her up. She likes black dudes." Puck laughed throwing Mr. Benton a wink. He pulled out his phone and showed Mercedes' uncle a picture of Mercy and Bubbie Ruth taken while we were shopping after our Nationals win.

"Boy that is not your grandmother…mother maybe, aunt probably…but she is way too fine to be somebody's Bubbie." Mr. Bryant joked. His grin was a little leery and kinda made me wish Puck hadn't taken Mr. Benton's joke to heart.

Thankfully someone told him to let us eat. That we probably needed to keep our strength up. Apparently no matter the race in question, older people love to humiliate and embarrass their younger family members and any and all associated guests. As soon as we finished eating Puck and I grabbed Mercy and ran. We made a quick stop at Kev and Dev's table and the seven of us headed to the beach, stopping only to buy sunscreen at the pharmacy located tucked away in the back of the hotel. Amazingly the prices weren't too outrageous.

Tucking the sunscreen and some cold waters into Mercy's bag, we hit the beach and it was on. We stayed in sight of our stuff the entire time…but we played in the water stopping only to reapply sunscreen or get a drink of non-salt water. We walked to a beach front seafood restaurant together for lunch and had a blast. It was great getting to know Kevon, Patrice, Tonya and Devon better. Somehow when the girls left we ended up discussing rings of all things.

"Alright douches. I need some help from my bros." Devon said quietly. "I've saved up enough to get Tonya a bomb ass ring, and I heard prices were even better down south, so I need you guys to do me like a huge ass favor."

"Man, look, I'm sensitive and shit…but I cannot help you pick out a ring for Tonya. Love her like a sister but that chick ain't right. She ain't gonna want a normal ass ring. I've been scoping for something for Pattie…but the stuff I've read about ain't gonna move Tonya for shit." Kevon replied.

"I know that. You're still in the damn dog house for that necklace you gave her for Christmas two years ago." Devon chided.

"Star Trek, Star Wars…same difference." Kev groaned disgustedly. He gave Puck a commiserate look. "Tell him lil bro."

"Sorry man…I have to sleep with Sam tonight." Puck laughed. "I know better than to ever, ever confuse the two."

Kev huffed out a fine and Devon rolled his eyes and continued. "What I need you guys to do is figure out some way to keep Tonya occupied while I steal MeDe and go to the jewelers. I found a really good store here, and narrowed it down to some options. I just need her help with picking the best ring for my boo."

"Ok, first answer me a very important question…you do know her ring size, right?" I asked. I still have nightmares about trying to help my dad pick out a ring for my mother back when we were still in Tennessee. Her ring finger had changed a bit over the years, and getting her the same size as her wedding set had not been a good idea.

Devon nodded. "She's a size six and a half…so I need to go up to seven if they only do whole sizes." He nodded and quoted that like he had memorized someone else's words.

Kev gave him the People's Eyebrow. "Pattie."

"Yeah, she got me the info." He sighed. "But I really want to ask her before the benediction dinner."

I thought through the itinerary. "Well we have free time tomorrow morning from 10 to 2. Why don't the rest of us drag Tonya off to, I don't know, I think they have a Ripley's here. You and Mercy dip off and get the ring. And meet us there."

"That's not a bad idea." Devon said aloud.

"What's not a bad idea?" the girls asked as they returned.

"Oh, I was just telling the guys that there was a Ripley's Believe it or Not Museum here, and that I'd love to go see it tomorrow during the free time." I said covering quickly.

Thankfully they bought it. Tonya and Patrice even thought it was a cool idea. Mercy laughed and called them weird. Until one of them pointed out that Mercedes was the one who'd been trying to talk the parents into letting us all go down to Orlando to visit the Harry Potter theme park rather than staying in Panama City the whole trip.

We ended up having to rush to get back to the hotel in time to get showered and dressed for the gathering dinner. It was a khakis and polo kind of affair, so that's what Puck and I wore, but Mercedes came out looking fly and sexy in a short little strapless dress that looked like a school girl's plaid. She was rocking some of those super skinny, super high heels with it and she had a matching plaid headband. I really wanted to stay in the room …but both my loves had warned me that if I kept them from eating tonight like I had last night…they would tie me to the bed and make love beside me all night, with not a single smidgeon of relief.

When we entered the hall, we noticed immediately that the tables were arranged to keep immediate family members spread out among the extended family. Damn if we didn't end up at a table with Hannah.


Trying something new for those of you who are getting tired of my Oh so Smutty Smut. Let me know how you like it. In fact tell me how you like it all. Seriously. I'm still typing the second part of the Reunion...but this was getting epic, so I decided to Stop this Chappie here...before it grew out of control. I am way too wordy to try doing this drabble thing.

And will everyone who is ready to see some real Samcedes on the show...please stand up

*I Stand* but hopefully not alone.

TTFN
Anni