Chapter X
Brittany, Santana, and Quinn joined the group of Kitty, Marley, and Tina in the bedroom. Quinn, not knowing how to begin an orgy, acted as hostess instead, giving brief words about the furniture and art on the walls. Quinn's taste in decor earned a chorus of "oooos" and "ahhhhs," and, of course, triggered a brief spate of naked-girls-jumping-on-mattresses. Every girl took pleasure in the attractiveness of the other girls' bodies.
But then, Tina was all business to start with and she led Quinn to the bed. She lay down with her and kissed Quinn passionately while groping all over her body. Brittany and Santana moved to the upper end of the large bed and also began making out. They explored each other's bodies with their hands.
Tina was now on top of Quinn and Quinn couldn't see Marley and Kitty from her new position beneath Tina's body, but she could hear active moaning coming from that duo now, and strongly suspected that the action had advanced further than romantic kissing.
While Tina sucked her nipples, Quinn was finally able to enhance her growing arousal by also looking around to see what the others were doing. That, in a word, was enjoying flat out, raw naked lesbian sex!
Marley had in fact found Quinn's box of vibrators, dildos, and strap-ons. Marley was sucking Kitty's nipple and penetrating her pussy with a large dildo at the moment. Kitty loved it. Her face was buried in the Marley's neck, and she was writhing thanks to that massive toy.
Quinn's own pussy gave a little twinge in longing, and then by turning her head and looking under the arm that was pinning her upper body, she could see what was going on between Santana and Brittany. The answer came in numerical form: 69. The curvaceous Santana was lying on her back with her legs spread wide, her head resting on a pillow so that she had easier access to the dripping sex of her fiancée, who was on top, her own head buried in the girl's vulva.
Quinn's mouth went dry at the extraordinary erotic sight of other women having sex while she watched. Almost of its own will, one of her hands dropped to her own pussy. She gave a quick little massage to her clit, then dropped lower to feel how slippery and wet her lips had already become.
After having their fun with the toys, Kitty and Marley walked some choice items over to Tina, whose body was rubbing against Quinn's. Tina kept grinding against Quinn as she drizzled copious amounts of lube on the end of the monster strap on. She shifted their bodies and then roughly shoved Quinn over to her hands and knees. Tina approached Quinn and entered her pussy hard, using her Sam-hate as fuel.
Tina thought she was very hot to do this. Her fellow nurses must have agreed as they climbed on the bed and each sucked hard on Quinn's breasts. However, Quinn's eyes glassed over. She felt a bloody knife on her cheek. She felt her gown and underwear being cut from her body. She saw and felt those men pawing her. She could smell their breath. She felt her virginity being taken from her as she was forced down hard, bent over the back of the car.
Santana and Brittany thankfully recognized the problem and broke away from each other. Santana shouted, "NO!" while Brittany took Tina by the hips and carefully eased the purple strap on out of Quinn.
"Q's not ready for that," explained Santana, "but you're in luck. Brittany loves that toy and I already got her nice and wet."
Understanding what was going on, Brittany said, "Yeah, fuck me, if you think you can."
Brittany knew Santana was going to help Quinn through this. She also knew that Santana left it up to her, therefore, to entertain the surprisingly vag-friendly guests. She hoped she could handle them.
Santana scooted herself behind Quinn; her breasts pressed to Quinn's back. She wrapped her legs around her future sister-in-law and slowly brushed Quinn's long hair with her fingers. "Hey, you're safe. Quinn, everything around you is just us girls. You are loved, Quinn. No one is assaulting you. You are surrounded by women who love you. It's peaceful here; you are safe. We love you, Q. You are our Sister and we love you," said Santana softly in Quinn's ear as her fingers glided soothingly through Quinn's hair.
Quinn blinked a few times. She felt the legs wrapped around her waist and the warm body pressed against her back. Soft fingers combed her long hair; a soothing voice spoke to her. That was not Brittany's voice; it was Santana's. Brittany must have taught her how to do this. That hand that Santana was not using to brush Quinn's hair was resting lovingly on Quinn's shoulder.
Quinn, wondering where Brittany was, looked around. Brittany was in the center of the large bed, on all fours, while Tina was fucking Brittany doggy style with the big strap-on. Marley and Kitty were on their backs, under Brittany, sucking on her breasts; "She's doing that - taking their attention - for me, isn't she?" asked Quinn.
"Welcome back," said Santana with a smile Quinn could hear before she kissed Quinn's cheek. "No, she's doing that for me. I asked our guests to keep her occupied. Tonight is about freedom from a douchebag and these women are obviously free. How are you?"
"I'm better," said Quinn, "thank you."
"There's no need to thank me," said Santana; she kissed the other cheek. "You are my hero. You are so brave and so selfless. I would do anything for you; anything."
Santana kissed that spot on her neck where it becomes the spine. She kissed behind Quinn's ears and sucked on her earlobes. Santana was slow, gentle, loving, and methodical. Santana gingerly massaged Quinn's tits as she slowly, ever so slowly, kissed a line from the back of one shoulder to the other. With a deliberate lack of urgency, Santana kissed her way down inch by inch.
"Ungh, ungh," was all Brittany was able to say as the three girls attacked her clit and her pussy. Brittany looked over to her fiancée and to her stepsister. Quinn looked better; much better. Santana was obviously being very gentle with her. Brittany loved them both so much.
Tina was thrusting harder and faster; she knocked Brittany right out of her train of thought. Brittany pushed back against the hard thrusting. Tina rammed Brittany harder and harder. Tina did not have as much experience with any type of strap-on, like Brittany, so she actually came first before she could get Brittany off. As Tina convulsed orgasmically, the huge toy pistoned against Brittany's G-spot and made her cum so hard she squirted. Both women were panting as they came down from their high.
Brittany asked Tina, "Are you ready to be gentle with my stepsister?"
"Not really, no," said Tina. "I still have some emotions I need to release."
Brittany rolled her eyes and had Marley replaced her with Tina. This left Kitty with Brittany, and Kitty's first thought was to ask about fisting... The next level had arrived.
Santana was meanwhile stroking Quinn's pussy with her very-soft fingers: massaging her clit, lightly tapping it with the flats of her two fingers, lightly stroking her inner lips, dipping shallowly into Quinn's dripping vagina, and then returning to her clit. Quinn was soon desperately humping her hips against the willing hand, her body twisting and gyrating in pleasure. While she fingered Quinn, Santana had never stopped placing kisses all over Quinn's neck and shoulders. But then she did, and Quinn felt Santana begin to drift her second hand down her abdomen, lower, lower, lower . . .
"No!" Quinn thought to herself. Then, "Yes!" With the last bit of fear being shoved aside with all the strength she could muster. She abandoned herself completely to the sensation. She accepted what was being offered, then gave up trying to think rationally, closed her eyes, and thrust her hips demandingly.
Finely attuned as ever, Santana abandoned her slow approach, swung her body around so that she was tucked in between Quinn's parted legs, and lowered her mouth to Quinn's most intimate part. Her lips went right to Quinn's clit, which she began licking and sucking, not softly, nor too hard either, but rather with a level of stimulation that was just right for Quinn's state of mind.
Santana cupped Quinn's butt cheeks in both hands when she had begun to suck, but eventually she pulled one hand down and inserted one finger, and then two, and then a third into Quinn's trembling slit. Needless to say, Quinn was in heaven. This girl was surely an angel from heaven, she thought, but truly she had no real coherent thoughts at that moment, just disjointed, silent encouragement to her angelic lover, along the lines of "Yes, there, oh, yes, RIGHT there, oh, yes, oh suck it harder, oh perfect, thank you, more, yes, that's good, that's perfect, that's perfect! OH PERFECT! OH! YES! YE-ESSS!"
Then Quinn came... Oh did she cum. Her hips bucked, her hands pulled Santana's face tightly into her sex, her juice flooded, threatening to choke her friend, and . . . she . . . SCREAMED!
Quinn became semi-comatose after the powerful orgasm, delivered as it was with such loving tenderness. She collapsed back onto the matress, eyes closed, almost completely out of touch with her surroundings. The sound of hands clapping did penetrate the fog, and she retained enough awareness to realize that she must have put on a worthy performance for the other lusty lady lovers.
Marley, Brittany, and Tina had ended up in some sort of a finger fucking conga line. Marley fucked Brittany's pussy with her fingers as Tina fucked Marley. After about five to seven minutes of this, Brittany came then pulled away from Marley. Marley and Tina scooted forward on the bed, and Brittany got in the back of the line to fuck Tina and the game continued.
Quinn enjoyed the show her friends and her stepsister put on as Kitty, who wasn't a part of this leap frog threesome, walked over to Quinn and Santana. Santana showed Kitty the ropes in pleasuring Quinn, and Kitty was a quick study. Kitty had a fairly long tongue and used it to her advantage. Kitty was full of enthusiasm and showed definite promise. After nearly ten minutes, Santana helped Kitty finish Quinn, working together to give her another screaming orgasm. Quinn moaned loudly again and massaged her own nipples occasionally.
"Aw, shit," shouted Tina. Brittany had changed the game and was licking Tina's ass while Marley had fingers in her pussy.
Quinn watched Tina get fucked hard and Kitty and Santana went from working very well together to fucking each other without her. Quinn gave herself a few orgasms on a vibrator, but then less than a minute later, Sam called her cell phone. Quinn answered the phone and put it on speaker.
"Oh, God," moaned Quinn as she set the phone down so it could pick up all the sounds the six women were making.
All Sam heard was a jumbled chorus of: "Oh, yes; oh, yes. OH. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh, OH. Oh. My. God. Oh, yes. Yes, fuck me. Fuck me, Kitty. Fuck me, Santana, ohhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhh, oh yes. OH God, oh God, Oh God. Oh, I'm fucking going to pass out, oh fuck! Oh, shit, that feels so fucking good. Oh, there! Right there! Keep doing that! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"
Quinn came hard and squirted for the first time in her life. After she gathered herself, she hung up on Sam and was able to block his number.
Brittany walked over. "Wait," she said, "Was that? Did you just...?"
"Yes," said Quinn, "I just had Sam on speaker phone and let him hear everyone having sex. I came and then I hung up and blocked his number."
"Holy shit, I love you."
The other women could tell that something funny had happened, but were not fully aware of what, exactly.
Next, they all took a break. Brittany brought up some ice cream and fruit, and the "party" again took on the look of a typical get together, the girls chatting in a lively manner about areas of mutual interest and experience. Oh, except that, all six girls were naked, and the aroma of aroused-then-satisfied female lust pervaded the room!
This interlude went on for almost an hour, but eventually hormones began to reassert themselves, and the level of touching, suggestive remarks and intense looks reached a point where it was impossible to ignore, or to pretend that most of those present had one thing on their minds – sex!
The rest of Quinn's first real lesbian orgy passed in a fog of eroticism, lust, arousal, and satisfaction. The six women had sex in every combination imaginable. It was impossible afterwards for Quinn to assemble in her mind a blow-by-blow sequence of events, but many highlights stuck in her memory, sure to become the stuff of erotic fantasies for years to come.
Firstly, Quinn did have sex with Brittany. This was very different from previous massage nights. In fact the two girls' bodies were so similar that for Quinn it was almost like having sex with herself. Brittany spent a long time fondling and sucking Quinn's mammaries, coming to know them as intimately with her lips as her hands were long ago. They took turns licking each other, making each other cum.
Quinn then spent a long time between Santana's legs, not trying to make her cum right away, but to adequately thank her for earlier. Santana understood, was patient, and happily received drippingly hot oral sex from her.
All the girls wanted to have a turn with the incredibly passionate Tina, and Quinn was no exception. Tina's passion was still at a fever pitch, although it did not ascend to the heights that Quinn had experienced before, so she was not afraid of her memories now. Quinn was not disappointed. Performing cunnilingus on Tina, she could not believe how responsive the woman was, and how clearly she communicated her joy at every variation.
The sex continued, and eventually the six women, after changing partners several times, were fucked out. Quinn had fucked every woman in the room and reflected on that proudly. She made room for everyone to lay together in the bed to sleep - a tangle of bodies, arms, and legs.
Quinn was only stirred awake by the landline ringing. Quinn glanced at the clock... twelve-thirty. She tried to reach the phone without waking the other five women in bed with her. It was awkward as hell, but she managed to hook the receiver with her foot and snag the phone.
"Hello," Quinn said with an audible smile.
"Good morning, Quinn," replied Jake. "Did I interrupt a breakfast date with Sam Evans?"
"Ugh," said Quinn, "I'd rather not talk about him."
"Why?" asked Jake. "What happened? Do I have to kick his ass?"
"Would you?" asked Quinn. "I'd pay you."
"I don't need your money," said Jake. "Anyone who hurts you, I'd pummel for free. What did he do?"
Quinn said, "It's more like 'Who did he do?'"
"Oh, shit," said Jake. "The dick. I knew you should have dated the other Sam Evans..."
"I'll let you know if the opportunity ever presents itself," said Quinn. She was glad she was talking about this with Jake. He was one of the few people who could make her laugh about this.
"Please do," said Jake. "So, should I come up there?"
"No, I don't think so," said Quinn, "but thank you for offering. I think I'm just going ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Jake asked, "Are you ok?"
"Ohhhhhhhh, excuse me," said Quinn, "someone is rubbing my clit. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Wait," said Jake, "'someone'? Who, exactly is 'someone' if you're not with Sam Evans?"
"Hold on," said Quinn, "I need to look to see whose hand it is."
Jake asked, "Wait, what? Exactly who's there with you. Is there more than one 'someone'?"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, ok," said Quinn. "Santana is the one rubbing me. Why, yes, there is 'more than one 'someone'' here with me."
"Who's there?" asked Jake.
"Santana and I are cuddling and rubbing each other," said Quinn. "Brittany is spooning me and Tina is spooning her. Kitty is spooning Santana and Marley is spooning Kitty."
"There is not enough room on a bed for that many people," said Jake.
"We're sideways," said Quinn.
"I just got a mental image of that and I never want to imagine anything else," said Jake.
"Oh, Jake, you are the sweetest pervert ever," said Quinn. "Good Right there, Santana."
Jake was getting hard hearing all this.
"Mmmmmm, Santana just slipped two fingers inside me," said Quinn, "and she and I are going to try to switch places on the bed." She had no idea why she was letting Jake hear all this, she was just on a high from the night before and went with it.
Jake asked, "Why are you switching places?"
"So Santana can go down on Brittany to wake her up."
Jake listened intently as Quinn stopped talking and started kissing her companions. He asked, "Is it good?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!"
Jake heard more voices over the phone. It was an erotic chorus of moans, grunts, slurping, heavy breathing, and profanity. Jake could not believe how hard he was. He tried to imagine the scene based on their voices. His imagination wasn't quite up to the task, but he didn't want to ruin things by actually asking what the six women were doing. He would picture a scene that seemed to fit the sounds he was hearing and he would happily stroke to his vision. Then a sound would emerge that had nothing to do with the scene in his mind. He would try to adapt his mental imagery only to have a new inexplicable sound emerge. He decided to focus on the sounds Quinn was making. It was soon clear someone was eating her out in a very thorough manner. Jake was stroking himself faster and faster to the sexy sounds coming through his phone.
Quinn rubbed her clit as she heard the obvious sound of Jake jerking off and the sight of the intermingled female bodies all around her. When Kitty stopped licking Quinn's pussy to catch a breath, Quinn dipped a finger in her and used it to lubricate her clit. The moaning in the room and that from the phone got louder. It was almost a competition. Brittany had a very loud gasp, suddenly, which made Quinn wonder what Santana did to her. Marley found a way to go down on Kitty as Kitty continued to pleasure Quinn. Quinn was screaming, as she often did when she was very close.
Quinn's volume was surprising only to Jake, who had never heard her like this before. It was so hot. Quinn was so hot. His orgasm snuck up on him and he shot like a fountain. He listened, with a smile on his face, as the girls reached their orgasms too. Eventually, the sounds coming over Jake's phone were reduced to rapid heavy breathing.
"Wow," said Jake finally.
"I know, right?" asked Quinn.
"Shit," Jake said, "I completely forgot what I was going to say to you when I called."
"Oh, well, it must not have been that important. I'll talk to you in two weeks. Take care, Jake," said Quinn.
The ladies retreated downstairs. They made breakfast and had a nude soak in the hot tub. The ladies loved it. It was agreed that this sexual escapade was indeed a one shot deal. It was a way of purging the memory of Sam and his lies. It was also agreed that they would be very professional to him at work but would not, any of them, try to see him socially ever again. One by one, the three guests took their leave and the three housemates were left to decide how to spend the rest of their Sunday.
To be continued.