AN: Hi again everyone! It's been a long time! :) No excuses or apologies this time, as there really is no need since this will most likely be the last bit of writing I put out. I've enjoyed my time on here for the most part and have chatted with some really great people who I will miss, but it's time. No long goodbyes I just hope you enjoy this last piece of writing! Thanks again for everything over the years! The good has most definitely outweighed the bad. And btw I'm truly sorry I couldn't finish Playing With Fire for those of you who have read it. Truly sorry!
Summary- Brittany is working late one night when Santana shows up to surprise her. What happens next… girl peen... ;)
Things You Need To Know Before Reading: Girl peen Santana story. Future fic. Established Brittany and Santana relationship. AU story, (obviously,) and lastly it's only a one-shot so I don't go into whether or not girl peens are normal or not in this story/universe, but just know that both Brittany and Santana are accepting of Santana's penis. In fact, I would go as far as saying they both really enjoy Santana's penis. ;)
KINKS- Again, the additional kinks are listed at the bottom of the page. If you choose to scroll down and read the additions to the girl peen kink it is up to you.
Thanks for reading one last time!
Disclaimer: Glee thank you for the inspiration you have given all the Glee fan fiction writers out there. Clearly I own nothing but the ideas you have inspired due to your fantastic characters. Thanks btw for the great ending you gave our favorite pairing. We appreciated it.
Reconnecting
It was a little past eight o'clock at night when Santana walked through the front door of the home she shared with Brittany. She was exhausted. It had been a long tiring day. Check that. It had been a long tiring week, she re-thought. At this point even though it was a Friday night all she wanted to do was have a lazy night at home on the couch with her girlfriend. It seemed like lately thanks to their busy schedules, unfortunately they'd gotten to the point of just being two ships passing in the night which Santana hated. She missed Brittany and she could easily say with no shame that she'd been looking forward to a night alone with Brittany all week. She needed some cuddle time with her number one, and she needed it bad at this point.
"Britt…" Santana questioned, tossing her bag down, hanging up her keys and looking around with a smile on her face, trying to find her beautiful girlfriend.
When there was no immediate answer from Brittany, Santana walked back to their bedroom in the hopes of finding her there. She wasn't back there either, unfortunately. Brittany wasn't in the shower or on her computer so Santana changed quickly out of her work clothes and then went to the kitchen to continue her search. No Brittany at the sink either. Santana sighed sadly realizing that Brittany wasn't home. With a heavy feeling in her chest she opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. She took a quick gulp and surveyed the room. She was already starting to worry since Brittany told her this morning that she was going to be home. As she scanned the area she saw a hand written note on the kitchen table. Hey babe! I had to go back into the studio. I'm really sorry! Don't wait up. XOXO Love you! Britt.
Fuck, Santana thought, crumpling the note into her fist and throwing it away. This was like the third time this week that Brittany was supposed to have the night off and ended up having to go into work anyway. Damn it! This was starting to get ridiculous, she thought running her fingers tensely through her hair. She was frustrated to say the least, but it was difficult to be mad at Brittany, ever, she sighed with an exaggerated huff. Santana knew this wasn't really Brittany's fault. Santana was just feeling crazed about the situation and about spending the night alone, again, when she really needed some face time with her girlfriend. Brittany was just being Brittany and Santana couldn't get mad about that. She was fairly certain that Brittany was just covering another one of Mike's classes so he could spend time at home with his wife and their newborn. Santana couldn't get mad at Brittany for having a big heart, but she couldn't lie and say she wasn't frustrated- both emotionally because she just wanted to hold Brittany, and physically because she really needed to hold Brittany. The physical part of their relationship was how they showed their feelings best. Not that words or a look didn't do that too, but physical intimacy was how they really connected and lately due to the world conspiring against them the amount of sex had been lacking and she missed that connection with her.
It didn't take Santana long to decide to head down to the dance studio so she could at least see Brittany. She needed at least that. At least she would get to see Brittany dance. She loved to watch Brittany move. It was one of her favorite things. That would have to be enough for tonight, she thought going to grab her keys.
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Santana pulled up to the studio, got out of her car and walked inside.
It was surprisingly quiet. She couldn't hear any music playing or kids laughing and moving around like she expected to find as she walked down the hall. Santana kept walking past the main dance studio where she'd expected to find Brittany since it was completely dark. The room obviously had no one inside so clearly it wasn't worth wasting her time. Strange, Santana thought as she walked past the door. She continued down the hall to the back office to see if Brittany was inside doing some paperwork, but found no lights on there as well. Where are you? She asked herself on Brittany's behalf. Just then she heard some movement in the small back studio so she began to follow the noise.
Finally, Santana sighed out, locating Brittany in the room and watching her use the hand rail to stretch out her legs. Santana noticed that Brittany had obviously been sweating pretty hard at some point because her hair was damp and her clothes were soaked almost completely through. Well, what little clothes she still had on, Santana thought, leaning into the door frame, appreciating Brittany's bare skin and noticing the sodden pile of discarded athletic clothes on the floor. She continued to watch for a long moment, just enjoying the view of Brittany's amazing body flexing and bending with her back turned. God, my girlfriend's hot, Santana thought, feeling the week's worth of only fleeting moments building up within her body.
"You know…" Santana started to say, but stopped when she saw Brittany jump practically out of her skin in response to the unexpected intrusion.
Santana cringed, but giggled non-the-less at Brittany's cute, shocked expression. "Sorry… I didn't mean to scare you," she apologized immediately, letting her giggle and previous sentence die on her lips.
"Oh my God S… you surprised me," Brittany said, grabbing her chest and taking in a deep breath to calm herself after thinking for that split second that she was about to be murdered. "What are you doing here?" Brittany asked, now relieved and pleasantly surprised to see her.
"Well," Santana said, pulling slowly away from the door frame. "I kinda got stood up tonight," Santana said sadly, walking casually, but with purpose towards Brittany. She watched Brittany's natural responses in the next couple of seconds for how to proceed. She knew that she would immediately drop the sarcasm if Brittany actually looked hurt.
Brittany looked down for a second in recognition of the truth behind the statement, but Santana also saw the slight twitch of Brittany's upper lip and knew that she realized Santana was only teasing and wasn't seriously hurt by Brittany leaving her hanging. With that in mind Santana knew it was safe to continue playing up the joke. "But I heard this was a good place to meet gorgeous women so I figured I'd check it out," she said, eyeing Brittany playfully. "And now that I'm here, and I see what this place actually has to offer, I'm ready to sign up for a lifetime membership."
Brittany laughed and rolled her eyes at the obvious line, coming closer to peck Santana on the lips.
"Hi," Brittany said cutely, with a smile on her face once her lips lifted way and playfully swatted Santana's arm. "You know you're already a lifetime member silly, but really… what are doing here? I thought I'd see you at home."
Santana cocked her head questioningly as if to say, like we've seen each other these last few days which was for all intensive purposes, not at all. Smartly, Santana decided to leave that statement as only a quote in her head. She didn't want to push her sarcastic luck too far knowing there was always some truth behind her sarcastic remarks. She decided sincerity was definitely the best way to go in this case. "I missed you, Britt. I didn't want to be asleep again when you got home and then wake up in the morning and find you've already gone back to work. I feel like I've hardly seen you these last couple weeks and it's been driving me crazy."
Brittany looked down for a brief moment, sheepishly and sadly agreeing that their schedules had been pretty uncooperative lately when it came to quality time together.
"I know it's been kind of hectic lately," Brittany admitted, deciding right then to make her relationship with Santana her number one priority tonight and to cut her choreography planning session short. She too had been missing spending time with her girlfriend and could really use some alone time with her right now. Brittany could feel the built up tension of their time apart and also the natural pull of her body, gravitating and needing to be near Santana to feel whole. "I was just finishing up. Just give me a few more minutes to finish my cool down so I don't pull anything and then we can go home."
"Okay," Santana said, accepting and acknowledging Brittany's sacrifice and the offered kiss right after. "I'll wait for you over here," she said pointing to the small sofa against the front wall. "I'm just gonna send a couple quick emails so that I can be all yours tonight."
Brittany nodded and smiled excitedly as Santana walked over and sat down with her phone while Brittany started to finish up her stretching.
Santana deleted a few junk emails while Brittany stretched and quickly sent a note to her boss about Monday's meeting. She was just about to send the agenda to everyone involved when out of the corner of her eye she saw Brittany reaching for her toes, bending at her back, and her tight purple shorts rising up a fraction to expose the under swell of her toned ass cheeks. Santana did a quick, almost comical double take in Brittany's direction as her mouth dropped open, practically salivating. Needless to say her next email was quickly forgotten in favor of watching Brittany ease the built up tension from her muscles. Fuck, Santana thought, fidgeting and feeling the begins of arousal, tingle, run down her spine and settle in her balls.
Brittany stretching was quite the distracting sight to behold. The longer it went on the more painful and literally hard for Santana it became. She could feel the tension building. Her heart was beginning to beat faster and as a result she could feel her blood circulating and pumping under her skin to her extremities. Every flex of Brittany's muscles caused a reactive tightening in Santana's own and like the rest of her body her dick started to swell.
She continued to watch Brittany for another minute or two, basically because it was completely impossible to look away. To maintain what little control she still had all she could do was bite her lip and clench her thighs and hope Brittany would be done soon. Brittany meanwhile, seemed oblivious to Santana's struggle, she just contentedly moved from one muscle that needed attention to the next. Now, Santana of all people wasn't opposed to a little good hearted teasing, in fact most of the time she rather enjoyed it and was often times the instigator, but right now she was feeling way to pent up to withstand much more of this. It hardly seemed fair. If Brittany didn't finish up soon, Santana was afraid she might literally explode in her jeans like some horny teenager. Santana even audibly whimpered as she tilted her head and dutifully followed the motion of Brittany's body to the next stretch with wide, darkening eyes.
Brittany, finally feeling loose, stood back up and Santana released the deep breath she'd been holding for so long in relief.
Santana was still pretty out of it and caught up in her leering when Brittany turned around to see Santana's expression, which to Brittany's surprise was the look of someone who was heavily arousal.
"You okay over there?" Brittany asked jokingly, seeing the apparent issue was the noticeable bulge in Santana's pants.
Santana shook her head, trying to shake it free of the aroused fog that was currently clouding her mind. Even with a couple more deep breaths it still took her another second or two to properly get her mind right enough to speak half intelligently. "Are you kidding me? I can't even right now…" Santana said, taking another breath and trailing off to try and focus further. She really wished her dick would stop throbbing to give her a second to think. Erections, (even though she wasn't fully hard yet) and thinking were just two things that didn't work well together.
Brittany giggled, expecting that type of non-answer. At the same time Brittany was pretty proud of herself. Santana was a heavy breathing, body clenching, wiggling around, aroused mess. It was nice to know the effect she still had on Santana after all these years. It was a powerful feeling to have that kind of control over someone who was always so strong willed and passionate.
"Perve," Brittany taunted good naturedly.
Santana took one more deep breath and rolled her eyes.
"Guilty as charged I guess," Santana acknowledged, deciding she'd had enough of sitting around and watching Brittany's body move. Brittany had been a complete cocktease without even realizing it. Right now, Santana needed to touch Brittany's body and for Brittany to touch hers too. "C'mere," she motioned seductively with her finger, involuntarily spreading her legs to welcome Brittany in.
"You do know you're torturing me," Santana said, looking up at Brittany who was now standing between her legs with an adorable Cheshire grin on her face.
Brittany just innocently nodded her agreement and bit her bottom lip. She needed to act on Santana's obvious arousal just as much as Santana did. To see Santana so revved up always turned Brittany on and now was definitely no exception.
"So are you just gonna leave me to sit here alone and suffer or can I count on you tonight to help ease my pain?"
Brittany wanted to giggle at Santana's statement, but her girlfriend was playing this so straight faced that Brittany couldn't bear the teasing any longer. Plus she knew Santana was probably pretty serious about being in pain so she couldn't make fun of her. "Aww, poor baby, I'm sorry. What can I do to help?"
"Just kiss me," Santana sighed, rocking slightly forward to the edge of the couch to get closer to Brittany.
Brittany bent down, prepared to gladly connect their lips in a short kiss when Santana's hand went to the back of Brittany's head, guiding her to her mouth for a much deeper kiss then expected. It was obvious to Brittany when their lips met that this wasn't going to be a fleeting kiss so she lowered herself onto Santana's lap, straddling her thighs. Immediately, Brittany felt the bulge in Santana's pants pressing against the inside of her thighs. Brittany hadn't thought of taking things any further than this kiss initially, (she'd meant to continue this at home,) but feeling Santana pressing harder against her from her lips all the way down to their groins brought the idea of sex in the studio quickly to the forefront of Brittany's mind. And it was certainly and alluring idea with all the mirrors and hand rails around the room to use for their pleasure. Just thinking about Santana fucking her and being able to watch it happen caused Brittany to moan and jerk into Santana's body. In practically no time at all, thanks to her own thoughts and her girlfriends talented mouth and hands, Brittany had caught up to her girlfriends level of arousal.
By this point Santana had long since melted into Brittany and was burning with need at the same time. She hummed into Brittany's mouth in response to Brittany's own moans as their lips and tongues worked each other up higher. After she felt Brittany grind even harder into her, Santana was forced to grab Brittany's ass to steady herself. In reaction, Brittany's hips rolled forward and she connected their bodies more forcefully at their groins. Santana was finally starting to feel some relief, well, not relief per se, but at least some progression to her ever growing arousal. With Brittany's tongue gliding against her own and her weight pressing harder into her lap, Santana felt her body ignite with the fire that only Brittany could control.
After another minute or two of groping hands and smacking lips, Santana reluctantly pulled her lips away when air became a necessity and the intensity of the kiss started to become too much for her in this public of a setting.
"Jesus, Britt," Santana panted, sighing with her whole body into the back of the sofa, needing support. "God, I want you so bad right now."
Brittany leaned forward to rest her forehead against Santana's. She too needed the breather. They stayed like that for a moment just breathing in each others air as Santana slowly ran her hands up and down Brittany's exposed sides in an attempt to calm the both of them down enough so that she could drive them home safely.
"Britt, will you please let me take you home now so I can make love to you?"
"No," Brittany said without realizing how that statement might come across.
"No?" Santana questioned back, frowning.
"No, no…" Brittany stammered, realizing her error at seeing Santana's instant look of rejection. "No, I mean, I don't want to wait that long to have you."
Santana immediately perked back up. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Brittany answered with a smile, kissing Santana once and then twice before continuing her thought. "I want you right here, right now. I can't wait."
If Santana could have done a celebratory dance she would have, but Brittany was still sitting in her lap and Santana definitely didn't want that to change so she just leaned forward and grabbed Brittany to kiss her again. After that kiss things heated up quickly. Santana practically tore Brittany's sports bra off her body and Brittany returned the favor with Santana's own shirt and bra in between Santana peppering kisses up and down the column of Brittany's throat and groping her breasts.
Brittany sighed and whimpered, arching her chest into Santana's hands and grinding her hips down into Santana's lap in a rocking motion.
"God, you feel so good," Santana said, now running her hands up Brittany's naked back and curling her hands up and over Brittany's shoulders to pull her down more forcefully into her now painfully hard and still fully clothed erection. The pressure felt delicious, but Santana still had one small lingering doubt in the back of her mind. "But are you sure you want to do this here? What if someone comes in?"
"Well then, I guess they'll get one hell of a show."
"Brittany!" Santana balked in surprise.
Brittany just giggled and slithered out of Santana's weak, shocked grasp to start unbuttoning Santana's pants. "No ones coming in, sweetie. Mike's happily at home with the baby and there are no classes scheduled until tomorrow morning. We're in the clear so don't worry. Now, let's get you out of these tight, uncomfortable jeans."
Santana was still a little dazed hearing about Brittany's proclivity towards exhibitionism, but that thought quickly evaporated when she felt Brittany tugging on her jeans and underwear, trying to pull them past her hips. Santana helped easily when she recognized the direction things were going and lifted her butt from the cushions to allow Brittany to pull them down completely. Santana's cock sprang free when Brittany eased her underwear over her dick and they both watched it bounce once, almost slapping the skin on Santana's navel before settling to rest at attention.
Brittany removed Santana's shoes and pants from her ankles and settled on the floor on her knees between Santana's spread legs. She was so excited and eager to please the now naked women that she loved in front of her that she was practically bouncing.
"Britt," Santana said, beginning to caress Brittany's face, but before she could finish the rest of her sentence Brittany's hands came up and curled lightly around her cock and the rest of her words died with a sigh on Santana's lips. Santana swallowed dryly as Brittany's hands stroked once down and then slowly back up her large shaft. Gradually, over time with their eyes locked, Brittany's hands began to take on a more sexual purpose. Her fingers closed around the still hardening shaft, easing down its length and then back up again to play with the sensitive head that had already started to leak a small dibble of pre-cum thanks to her level of excitement.
In mere moments, Santana's cock was completely hard and sticking up lewdly in Brittany's face. She could feel Brittany's warm breath playing across the wet sensitive head, but she wasn't taking it into her mouth just yet. Brittany was really good at building the anticipation as her short fingernails grazed the length of Santana's cock and clawed lightly at her balls on the downward stroke. Finally, after what seemed like the worlds best and most exquisitely slow hand job she felt a wave of liquid heat envelope the head of her cock and puckered lips plant a warm, wet kiss on the taut, shiny tip. Brittany's tongue quickly flicked out and circled around the head, making Santana's cock jerk spasmodically. It felt so good and Santana couldn't help herself, she lifted her ass slightly to slide her cock further down into Brittany's warm, wet mouth.
Brittany stilled for a moment, but didn't fight it; she just looked up after Santana had settled back on the couch to find Santana staring down at her with wide loving eyes as she licked around the head of Santana's rock hard penis. "Feel good?" Brittany murmured seductively, her hands closing into a fist around Santana's dick and squeezing firmly. All Santana could do was hum her approval as she watched Brittany stroke slowly, her hands milking the full length of her hard cock as Brittany waited for more of an answer that would never and couldn't come out of Santana's gasping mouth.
Brittany's tongue flicked out again after a short giggle at Santana lack of ability to form words. But soon, Brittany was lashing at the swollen head then lowering her mouth down, sucking lightly and trying to force her throat to adjust around Santana's big cock. Santana moaned in response and her hands started to make a complete mess of Brittany's hair.
"Watch this," Brittany whispered as she went all the way down, deep throating Santana's cock until all that was visible was her lips mashed hard against Santana's balls and pelvis. She choked just a little as it filled her throat and then retreated for a breath, before repeating the action until she had trained herself to suppress her slight gag reflex. Santana's fingers clutched her hair tightly, but not forcefully as Brittany sucked her deeply, alternating between kneading her balls on the down stroke and milking the shaft with a firm two handed grip on the upstroke.
"Are you still watching?" She asked, taking a breather and raising her eyes to find Santana still staring down at her. (Like Santana could possibly be looking anywhere else.) Brittany was definitely getting off on the control she was feeling in giving Santana a really good blow job. She liked having Santana in her mouth and Santana obviously did too because she nodded dutifully and very enthusiastically.
Brittany took a visible deep breath and removed her hands from Santana's body as she lowered her mouth to the throbbing head of Santana's penis. Santana knew what this meant as she watched Brittany bob her head up and down without the aid of her hands for support. This was Brittany giving over the control she loved. She was letting Santana know that she could move at her own speed and use her mouth to get off because she trusted her. Santana was so in love with this girl at that moment and she knew she would love her even more with each growing day for the rest of her life. Santana sighed with the heavy feeling of love in her chest before reaching down, taking Brittany's cheeks in her hands and guiding her back up to her mouth to kiss that promise onto her lips. The kiss only lasted a moment and Santana could taste the saltiness of her own cum on Brittany's mouth. It was the perfect kiss to prove to each other just how deeply connected, mind, body and soul they were and would continue to be forever.
"I love you," Santana said as further proof as their lips lifted way.
"I love you, too," Brittany confirmed back, sliding back down Santana's body. She gave kisses as she descended; kisses to Santana's full breasts, kisses around her stomach and finally stopping at her tall standing dick.
Brittany took Santana into her mouth again and hummed as she slid lower then stopped at her final depth. Santana saw how deep her cock was in Brittany's mouth and moaned, "Shit, Britt."
Santana was now in control.
It started out slow, just a gentle rocking of her hips, sliding the head of her cock in and out of Brittany's mouth, but that didn't last long. The visual of her wet dick moving in and out of Brittany's warm mouth was just too amazing and soon she built to a level that she wanted more. Santana lifted her ass putting her hands under her own cheeks and started to thrust forward with a little more depth and a quicker tempo. Under Santana's guidance the face fuck got a bit more frantic until Brittany was going down on Santana just as fast as she was capable.
"Oh God Britt…" Santana moaned, thrusting quickly in and out of Brittany's mouth. She knew that if she didn't stop soon she was going to come. And not that she didn't want to come, she really, really did, but she wanted Brittany to come too so she slowed down to a gentle pace and finally lowered her hips back to the couch and carefully pulled Brittany's head away from her cock.
"God, you are so good at that," Santana sighed, stroking Brittany's wayward hair away from her face. The love was plain to see in both of their eyes as Brittany's face brightened further into a proud, loving smile.
"But," Santana said taking another breath, "if we don't stop now I'm gonna come."
Brittany silently laughed. "Well, that's kinda the point, isn't it?" She teased, moving higher onto her knees so she could continue sucking Santana off.
"But I wanna make you come too," Santana said, backing up, but finding she couldn't because her back was already against the sofa.
Brittany giggled. Santana was so silly sometimes. "Honey, I have no doubt that you can think of a way to keep me entertained while you and your dick recover if I make you come now."
Santana raised her eyebrow and questioned Brittany wordlessly. After seeing Brittany's expression she decided; her chest filling with pride, "Yeah, I'm sure I can come up with something," she smirked.
"Good! Now let me have this dick of yours. I want you to come in my mouth," Brittany said, stroking Santana a couple times.
Santana nearly came right then and there with the combination of Brittany's words and the strokes of her hand, but somehow she managed to stave off her orgasm. If Brittany wanted her to come in her mouth, Santana really couldn't argue with that. It was her second favorite place to come after all. Her number one spot she was now hoping to have unrestricted access to after she'd taken care of Brittany at least once while she recovered. The thought of coming inside Brittany's wet pussy without a condom caused Santana's balls to tighten further and the ache in her cock to double. She wasn't even sure she was gonna last beyond a couple more strokes so she pulled at the back of Brittany's head to urge her down. It worked and immediately Brittany started to bob up and down on her shaft. It felt amazing and Brittany was now using her hands to quickly jerk her off as well.
"Oh fuck," Santana panted, realizing it was probably on a matter of seconds. She tightened her grip on Brittany's head in preparation and warning, but she didn't move or jerk her hips forward. She wanted Brittany to be prepared and completely bring about her orgasm on her own which happened just as she and Brittany both expected only seconds later.
Santana's balls tighten and her breath stopped for a second. She was looking down at Brittany, so Brittany being the giver she was decided to give her the show she wanted. Brittany pulled her mouth off the head slightly, her tongue still pressed under the tip and milked her cock as the first powerful spurt shot out into the roof of her mouth, then slid down, coating her tongue and splashing into the back of her mouth.
Santana proceeded to pump Brittany's mouth full of sperm. She came powerfully and Brittany gladly drank down what she could. About the first seven volleys were as powerful as the first. Brittany swallowed on about the third spurt then inhaled deeply to have enough breath to last until Santana was empty and she could swallow it all.
Santana's orgasm started to ease, but her thigh muscles were still flexed as her body still shook. She jerked a couple more times as the last of her semen shot out of her dick and hit the back of Brittany's tongue that was working hard to help her swallow the last of Santana's load.
Santana still had a strong hold of Brittany's hair, but it was starting to slacken as she came down from her high. Brittany managed to swallow the cum that was still in her mouth and gently licked up and down and around Santana's slowly softening cock as Santana began to relax.
"Ohhh God, that's so good!" she exclaimed as her convulsions finally stopped while Brittany licked her clean. "How did I get so lucky?"
Brittany giggled as she gave Santana's now flaccid cock a few more loving pecks. "Do you mean in general or that you found a girlfriend who actually likes cumshots?"
Santana smiled through a tired laugh. "All of the above of course."
Brittany's naughty smile broke through and her mind wondered to what Santana was about to do to her in return. "Hmm," she hummed, giving Santana a little more time to breathe and recover. "Well, I guess you're just lucky."
"Mhmm," Santana knowingly hummed back, reaching down to gently pull Brittany back up into her arms to give her a kiss. "That I am," she said after a short time of leisurely kissing with Brittany's arms and legs wrapped around her.
"Now what can I do to return the favor?" she asked, foe thinking because she already knew what they both wanted and what Brittany was expecting.
Santana briefly caught a glimpse of their reflection in the floor to ceiling mirrors on the back wall and got an idea as they spoke.
"I don't know," Brittany lied, "I'm a little tired, maybe we should just head home and call it a night."
Santana could see through Brittany's statement. She knew Brittany wasn't done yet, she could smell her arousal that had soaked through her shorts.
"Oh no!" Santana said, wrapping her arms tightly around Brittany's mid-section and lifting the both of them off the sofa in one smooth move. Brittany immediately wrapped her legs around Santana's back to help balance them and strengthening Santana's hold. "I don't think so. Not until I'm done with you."
Brittany giggled as Santana carried her around to the back of the sofa and lifted her up briefly to put her back on the floor standing to kiss her passionately. It may not have been as sexually charged as some of the kisses they've shared since Santana was still flaccid and Brittany wasn't really close to coming yet, but it was the type of kiss they both needed and wanted after work and life had gotten in the way recently.
They finally broke apart after a couple minutes and Santana pecked Brittany on the nose and then on her neck before shifting and pushing the couch away from the wall so that she was now standing behind it facing the mirror.
"C'mere," Santana motioned, and when Brittany was in front of her with her back to the sofa she bent down and lifted Brittany up again onto the back of the couch. She lowered her to the sofa slowly; all the while kissing her chest and neck like that skin hadn't seen any action in years. She loved Brittany's smooth, soft skin and she was going to show the rest of Brittany's body just how much she loved her in a minute.
Once Brittany was seated with her legs dangling over the back, Santana slowly pulled away, supporting Brittany's lower back and gently pushing forwards so Brittany had to fall back over the edge of the couch. As they both slowly used gravity to descend, Brittany's butt stayed anchored to the top edge because of Santana's weight against her and her back and head draped down so that her head was resting on the seat cushions, looking up at her. Santana was grateful that this couch happened to sit pretty low because it lined their hips up perfectly.
"Mmm, I've got you right where I want you," Santana said, eyeing Brittany like she was a meal. And really, she was; a meal that Santana was thoroughly going to enjoy.
"Let's get these off," Santana said, tugging on Brittany's shorts.
Once off Santana smiled and reveled in the discovery that Brittany wasn't wearing anything other than those shorts.
"No underwear Britt, that's awfully naughty."
Brittany's response was to make her eyebrows dance knowingly. It always got Santana going and it did this time as well because she then watched Santana lick her lips in anticipation.
"Baby, I want you so bad. Make me come," Brittany said, watching Santana shift excitedly.
"With pleasure," Santana said, kissing her belly then peppering kisses up her body until she got to her breasts. Brittany was soft like melted butter against Santana's lips and Santana needed to pause for just a few seconds to appreciate the sight of Brittany like this, but then she remembered the mirrors and instantly looked up to see the two of them as lovers in the reflective panels. "Wow!" she sighed.
"What?" Brittany asked, noticing Santana staring away from her. "What is it?"
"Look," Santana said, wrapping her arms around Brittany so she could hold her up to see. She held tightly under Brittany's back and supported her head at the base of her skull as if she were holding a baby that needed neck support.
Brittany looked back and her eyes grew wide seeing the same sight Santana had seen seconds ago. "Whoa, we look hot."
"You know it," Santana said arrogantly before kissing between Brittany's breasts. Brittany's tits were right below her lips so how could she not, Santana thought as she began kissing around Brittany's chest.
Gradually she began to kiss lower down Brittany's body and Brittany got the hint and spread her legs further to accommodate Santana's dangling body. Santana was kissing around Brittany's belly button when she heard Brittany sigh, "yeesss," softly. It caused Santana to smile and she just had to slide back up Brittany's body and kiss her properly.
It was a surprisingly sweet kiss given what they'd already done and what they were about to do. Santana just needed Brittany to know how much she loved her.
Once the kiss broke they exchanged a brief smile, acknowledging the feelings that clearly didn't need to be spoken. Even a blind man could see their expressions of love.
After another pregnant pause and basking in the warm feeling of their love Santana slide back up Brittany's body to stand. She took in Brittany's appearance in both the mirrors and in real time as she stood watching Brittany squirm. God, she's beautiful, Santana thought not for the first or last time. I'm so lucky, Santana thought finally bending forward between Brittany's legs to kiss and nibble at the inside of Brittany's thighs. Each little bite was a tug on Brittany's skin and Santana loved how Brittany gave a little shudder the second that her tongue touched her. Pressing her lips over Brittany's soft skin, she gave it a little suck and this time Brittany moaned.
Santana continued to layer kisses further up Brittany's thighs, reaching around Brittany's legs to drape them over her shoulders. In that moment Santana could tell by the way Brittany's body quivered in anticipation that she was looking at her between her legs. She could smell Brittany's arousal stronger than ever now. Her pussy was dripping wet and her mouth watered as she thought about finally tasting Brittany. She looked so good that Santana couldn't delay any longer so she raised her head and flicked her tongue along Brittany's slit. She ran it upwards in an unhurried swipe. When she passed over Brittany's clit, Santana could feel it barely peeking out from between Brittany's pussy lips.
"Santana! That feels so good!" Brittany gasped out. Her hips lowered so that she could get more of that tantalizing touch. As Santana once again ran her tongue upward, Brittany rotated her hips down so that it felt faster. Brittany brought her hands up to her breasts and cupped them, her thumbs pinching her nipples against the rest of her hand. The pleasure running through her body made her arch her back for a moment before leaning forward to try and lick at her nipples. Her tongue just barely reached them. When Santana's tongue parted her pussy lips, Brittany let out a little cry that increased in pitch the longer it went on.
The reactions Santana was causing in Brittany were exactly what she'd hoped for. The build up from earlier set the stage and the mirrors on the wall added to the fantasy. Brittany was wildly excited and with each flick of Santana's tongue, her hips moved faster and pressed down harder. She began to push her tongue up higher into Brittany's slit. As it glided over Brittany's clit, Santana felt a tiny tremor shoot up through Brittany's body. She was careful not to touch her clit too much. Santana wasn't ready for Brittany to cum, she wanted this to last. When her tongue was at the entrance to Brittany's pussy, she probed upwards. Opening the wet passage causing more of Brittany's juices to run down and cover Santana's face. She drank it all in, loving the taste and the proof of how much she was pleasing Brittany.
Brittany felt how Santana would probe into her pussy a couple of times and then once again stroke along the length of her slit. The anticipation of when or if Santana would touch her clit drove Brittany crazy. The times when she didn't, Brittany tried to shift her hips to force the touch. Santana was almost always able to hold her off. It made the moments when Santana's tongue finally touched Brittany's clit all the more explosive, she practically swore she saw flashes of light as her body trembled.
"Oh San," she began to chant and each time it got louder. Each time it sounded more desperate. Each time it was longer and the intervals between them were shorter. Brittany was thrusting herself hard against Santana's mouth, wanting to prolong and increase the maddening caresses by her tongue. She felt herself getting closer. Her mind was shutting down and saying anything coherent was getting harder. The individual words started to disintegrate into a long jumble of sounds that paused only long enough for Brittany to suck in a ragged breath.
Just as Brittany reached the point where she couldn't take any more, Santana sensed it. She suddenly changed what she was doing. Her lips surrounded Brittany's clit and barely sucked it into her mouth, holding it so that her tongue could slip over and around it. She swirled her tongue then glided right over it. When Santana's teeth bit down very lightly, Brittany exploded.
Brittany's body went into spasm. Her back arched repeatedly as her head whipped back and forth, then front to back. She screamed something but it was hard for either of them to tell what. Brittany's hands were trying to support herself as she felt the orgasm burst through her whole body. She bent backwards so far that she could see the start of her eyes rolling back in her head in the mirror. When she snapped forward, her long hair flew through the air. She couldn't remember cumming this hard or for this long recently and just as she thought it was ending, Santana touched her in a new way and the spasms started again.
"Holy shit," Brittany's breathed out as her whole body collapsed, bonelessly.
Santana pulled back as Brittany basked in her amazing orgasm, letting go of Brittany's legs and wiping her smirking mouth with left hand. "You okay," she asked cockily, purely to hear what she already knew.
"Wow, S…" Brittany cooed, "your mouth… I mean… whoa."
"Ah, the thoughts of a genius," Santana teased Brittany's inarticulate response.
"Hey," Brittany corrected, "Don't be a bully, it's just hard to think clearly right now."
"Fuck yeah," Santana said, practically patting herself on her back. She looked at Brittany and then up to the mirror to take in the scene and saw how wiped Brittany looked. "Can you take any more?"
Brittany looked back at Santana and saw she was completely hard again just as she'd promised her earlier and immediately Brittany found the energy she would need. She wanted Santana to fuck her. She wanted Santana to fuck her hard.
"Babe, I'm by no means done with you. I want you inside me," she said, using her fingers to show Santana how ready she was and playing with her clit to rev Santana up and push her into action.
Santana moved slowly around to the other side of the couch to help Brittany to her feet. With the offered hand Brittany roll aside and got to her feet on what were still slightly wobbly legs. "Babe, are you sure? It's okay if you're tired."
"You're sweet baby, but I'm still way too turned on. I want you. It's been too long since I've felt you inside me."
Santana breathed deeply in and out, taking Brittany at her word.
"You have a condom?" Brittany asked
"Oh shit," Santana said, practically slapping her head at her lack of forethought. "Fuck! No, I don't."
They both stood there for a second each contemplating the situation. Santana was so pissed at herself. She always kept some in her purse, but she left her purse at home not thinking she would need her wallet. Fuck!
Brittany on the other hand had other thoughts. She and Santana had been together for a long time. They'd talked about marriage, talked about having a family someday. She knew they were both in it for the long hall. If she got pregnant it would be against plans, but it most definitely wouldn't be unwanted.
"It's okay. We don't need one."
"What?" Santana said, practically doing a double take.
"It's okay, I trust you," Brittany said sincerely.
"Britt," Santana said, trying to process things. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying I'm okay with whatever happens. I love you, but you need to be okay with whatever happens too…" she said.
Santana thinks for a second while Brittany waits anxiously. Thankfully it doesn't take Santana long and not because she doesn't understand the depth of the consequences to that statement.
"Brittany, you know I love you; so much," she says as she wraps her arms around Brittany's slender waist to pull her closer, sensing Brittany's nervousness. Santana's cock presses between their stomachs, but that's not what she's most concerned about right now. "Of course I'd be okay with whatever happened," she said, lovingly. "It wouldn't necessarily be how I'd want things to go, but if it did happen… I know in that moment I'd be happy. You and our future is all I've ever wanted."
"Really?" Brittany asked.
"Really," Santana replied, caressing Brittany's cheek to reassure her.
Brittany now looked blindingly and sweetly happy. "You're not just saying that so you can raw dog me?"
Santana frowned and then laughed out loud at Brittany's complete 180. How Brittany could go from adorable and innocent to that of a horny teenager in the blink of an eye was a complete mystery to Santana.
"Babe, I think you've been hanging out with Puck to much."
Brittany just laughed and reached out after pulling away to take Santana's hand to lead her to sit back down on the sofa. They were both still incredibly aroused. The weight of the intense conversation had done nothing to diminish there desire for one another. If anything Brittany felt like she wanted Santana all the more knowing that a baby between them would be something that would be wanted by both of them.
Santana started to pull Brittany with her as she dropped to the couch, but Brittany held back remembering the thought that first struck her many minutes ago when she first thought about having sex in her studio. "I wanna watch us," she said turning her back to Santana and sitting down on her so they both could see themselves in the mirror.
"You're amazing," Santana said as Brittany shook her butt in Santana's lap playfully.
Santana peered around Brittany's body and watched her girlfriend grind into her in the mirror. Brittany moved so sensually that Santana actually felt like she got harder watching her move against her. "Brittany…" Santana sighed, reaching up to grab Brittany's breast as they swayed with the movement of her hips. She fondled them with care, accepting Brittany's hips movements as if they were dancing. "My God… you're so wet," she said feeling the wetness against her legs. "I wanna be inside you so bad."
That was all the encouragement Brittany needed because she was more than ready for that as well.
Brittany stood for a second, adjusted Santana's legs so they were together and sat back on Santana's lap with her legs spread to allow room for Santana's cock. As Brittany adjusted her own body Santana took the opportunity to kiss Brittany's neck and shoulders. It was incredible sweet given their position of reverse cowgirl. She continued with her pecks even after Brittany had gotten into the position she wanted and soon Brittany wanted Santana's lips back on hers so she turned and they kissed. It was an awkward angle, but they managed well enough, aided considerably by Brittany's flexibility.
After kissing to the point that they were both left panting Santana pulled back to breathe and saw their reflection in the mirror and it sent an immediate jolt of arousal to her groin and her dick visible pulsed with need against Brittany's butt cheeks. "Holy shit!" she groaned immediately aligning herself with Brittany's entrance. She needed to feel that wet heat surrounding her. She wanted to be inside Brittany so badly.
They locked eyes in the mirror for a short second, knowing this was what they both wanted and then both their gazes drifted south to watch as Santana pushed in and Brittany's pussy surrounded Santana's disappearing dick.
Brittany eased down taking Santana in inch by inch. Santana could feel Brittany trembling with anticipation and she pushed forward carefully with her hips. Despite Brittany's tightness, her pussy was dripping wet with all the lead up and Santana slipped right in.
"Ugh," they both groaned as their laps met.
The tightness was incredible. Brittany's juices eased the entry, but her pussy still had to stretch to allow the girth. "Oh, baby. You feel so good," Santana sighed wrapping Brittany in her arms, keeping their bodies pressed as tightly together as they possibly could. The tender moment allowed Brittany's body to adjust despite years of being together and they both relished the moment of being connected as physically close as possible.
After settling into each other and slowing their heart rates Santana started slowly pulling out and moving back in.
"Oh, I love you," Brittany gasped.
Santana built an easy rhythm as Brittany sat astride and rocked back into Santana with the same ease. The pumps of Brittany's hips eventually encouraged Santana to thrust quicker and with a little more strength so she did.
Brittany's pussy felt incredible and Santana watched Brittany's face to gauge her reactions. Her breathing was growing shallow and her body urged Santana's hips on.
"Good God...you feel so good. Keep going. Go harder," Brittany pleaded.
Santana was so turned on from being inside Brittany without a condom that her cock ached like never before. Between the lack of a condom and the visual of the mirror she was almost surprised she hadn't come the moment she got inside Brittany, but she was determined to drive Brittany crazy and make this last as long as possible.
She fucked Brittany long and deep, trying not to think about her cock, just reacting to Brittany's moans and movements.
"Shit...I'm going to cum. Fuck me harder, baby. Oh, that's so good."
Santana thrust into Brittany from below, changing the angle of her cock in Brittany's pussy with each thrust as much as she could from underneath. Brittany loved it when Santana drove in at different angles, but it was difficult in this position to hit the places she wanted.
Santana adjusted her hips slightly as she planted kisses on Brittany's back and shoulders. Both of them at this point were slick with sweat from the exertion and Santana could taste the saltiness of Brittany's skin. It did nothing but urged her to work her hips harder. She knew she would be sore tomorrow in her legs, ass and abs, but it was well worth it when Brittany moaned out, "Fuck...I'm gonna cum...keep fucking me...Ahh...keep fucking me."
Santana's dick could feel the increased heat, Brittany's clenching muscles, and wetness as Brittany's juices flooded her full pussy. The wetness of her pussy as Santana pounded away at her made wet slapping and squishing noises that were so hot to both of them it pushed Santana to speed up yet again.
Santana wanted to watch the waves of emotions on Brittany's face, but it was difficult with how hard she was working her hips, but every now and again she glanced up and saw anything from complete ecstasy to focused concentration as they both worked towards their joint climaxes.
Santana kept pumping her cock deep into Brittany, and Brittany being the athlete she was stayed right with her, but the angle was becoming too much for Santana to maintain. She changed the tempo and slowed to a stop, only Brittany's hips kept moving on her own. Realizing Santana was now just sitting back Brittany had to look back to check on her.
Wordlessly Santana wrapped her arms around Brittany to reassure her that she was more than fine and fell onto her side on the couch with Brittany in her arms still facing the mirrors and still very much connected where they were meant to be. This position at least gave Santana a little support so she wouldn't have to work quiet as hard. She definitely couldn't have kept that pace up for much longer. So for the next five minutes Santana fucked Brittany from behind. This was a position they both loved because it allowed Santana to reach really deep and Santana could kiss and touch Brittany while she as at it.
Brittany built back up to her peak quicker than Santana. Santana could feel her incredible pussy squeezing the cum from her balls as she pushed back into Santana's cock with her strong hips and Santana held her tightly as Brittany's orgasm hit her hard on one particularly deep thrust.
"Argh...oh, God...I'm cumming, fuck!" Brittany screamed.
Santana loved watching Brittany cum. The facial expressions she exhibited were priceless and almost brought about her orgasm, too. As Brittany peaked her whole body vibrated and Santana held her, thrusting casually to help her prolong the experience. Santana could feel her balls ready to blow as she kept pumping Brittany's soaked and open pussy and she knew she wasn't going to last much longer. She really wanted to come with Brittany this time so she knew she'd have to work fast to get Brittany there again.
"Shit, babe...you're incredible," Santana said, kissing the side of Brittany's neck. Brittany continued to pant through the end of her orgasm as she slowly started to recover, but Santana gave her little time to actually accomplish that. "Can you cum with me?" she asked. "I want us to come together…"
"Oh, San," Brittany sighed, clearly tired. "I don't know. You're gonna have to fuck me hard."
Brittany had proven many times that the harder Santana fucked her the more she liked it so Santana drove into her core and bounced off her cervix in one deep, penetrating thrust. Brittany groaned, but it wasn't a complaint so Santana grabbed her hip and pounded her cock into her as hard as she could. Her cunt was soaked and took everything Santana could give her. Santana hoped she would climax soon because already her balls ached with the growing need to release.
"So good...oh, so good. Fuck me." Brittany implored.
Santana didn't know what came over her. Maybe it was too much time apart recently or the mirrors surrounding them or maybe it was knowing Brittany loved it rough and was a freak for dirty talk sometimes, but Santana yelled out, "Take my cock, oh yeah, take it!"
"Yes...give it to me," Brittany yelled back giving as good as she was getting.
Santana looked over to the mirror. They both looked frantic now and Santana gave Brittany everything she had left. Her legs were bent and shaking as she pistoned into Brittany's pussy at a blistering pace. She grabbed Brittany's wonderful bouncing tits and squeezed nearly as hard as she could. Brittany moaned her delight and tried hard to fuck back into her despite the relentless pounding that would push her away.
"Oh, I'm gonna cum again," Brittany screamed.
"Yes," Santana panted back over and over again.
Santana thought her head would come off when her orgasm peaked. It had been building for so long, and now it exploded like a bomb. There was a scream that Santana vaguely heard from Brittany before her own orgasm drowned out everything else. She held deep inside Brittany, pumping her full load of semen against her cervix. It felt like she was pumping directly into her belly she was so deep.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Brittany screamed. It was long and dragged out. When she ran out of air, Brittany sucked in another breath before doing it all over again. Her body broke into a series of uncontrolled spasms.
Santana finished emptying into Brittany after what seemed like and eternity as they both struggled to catch their ragged breaths.
Brittany opened her eyes first and looked at Santana in the mirror. Her girlfriend was clearly exhausted, holding weakly onto Brittany's body like a life line. The love that Brittany felt was clear in the way she gazed adoringly at Santana in the mirror, but she wanted to see that beautiful face for real so she turned and Santana slipped out from inside her with a little squishing sound.
Once facing each other Brittany smiled and reached up to stroke Santana's pretty face. First Brittany turned her head to kiss the palm of Santana's hand, and then she shifted back so that she could do the same thing to Santana's lips. Their kiss was exploratory as if they hadn't kissed before and were just discovering what it was like. When they broke apart, it was Santana who now caressed Brittany's face.
"Are you okay? I wasn't too rough was I?" Santana asked. Her concern about Brittany was always her first priority and it was clear in her shaky voice that she was nervous that she might have gone too far.
"You made me feel wonderful, San. How could I not be okay? Although, I'll definitely be a good kinda sore tomorrow."
"I love you, Britt," she said with complete conviction.
"I love you too, Baby," Brittany repeated as she put her arms around Santana and gave her a hug. With her head on Brittany's shoulder, Santana saw their reflection in the mirror one last time and hugged into Brittany closer. It was comforting and they stayed like that for a while, before slowly starting to put themselves back together. After they had their clothes in order, Santana pulled Brittany back against her and they rested in each others arms. Although they both caressed the other, this time it didn't go beyond reaffirming their deep love. It wasn't until Brittany saw the time on the clock that they began to lock up the studio and head home. It was such a perfect moment of re-connection that neither one of them wanted it to end too soon. Even as they walked to the parking lot, they never lost the grip on each other's hands.
The End
AN: Thank you again! I said I'd do a girl peen story and I did. I hope it lived up to standards. I guess this is it. I hope to hear from many of my friends one last time. Thank you for your time and I hope all my stories made you feel something.
Take care!
Drew
Kinks-Blow job, face fucking, cumshot, cunnilingus, masturbation, barebacking, creampie, multiple orgasms, mirror play, rough sex and of course girl!peen.