A/N: So this is the scond half of chapter 5. I hope you'll enjoy this is much as the first one *smirk*

Thanks to all of you who commented and made clear that I have to continue this story. I already started on the next chapter, but it might takea little longer due to the holidays approaching. There's so much to do. But be assured I will continue this!

And as always thanks to my wonderful beta.

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Quinn put her arms around Santana and just held her, letting her catch her breath. She was soft now but she knew it wouldn't take much to get her hard again. The whole situation turned her on more than she would have thought possible. The risk of getting caught, the knowledge of Brittany and Rachel on the dance floor watching them and Santana practically begging for her cock … it was all such a turn on; teasing Santana and denying her what she wanted most had been a lot of fun, too.

Finally Santana started to stir and sat up so she could look at Quinn.

"Fuck Fabray, that was …" Then she punched against Quinn shoulder. "That's for teasing."

"Ouch! Hey now, stop pretending." Quinn grabbed Santana's hair and brought their lips closer together. "I know you loved it." She husked before bringing their lips together in a lazy kiss.

"God, you're so hot when you're this dominant." Santana gasped. "It's such a turn on."

"Really?" Quinn asked a little doubtful.

"Are you kidding? Have you seen yourself? Being at home in your own body suits you. You're a HBIC, you ooze confidence Quinn. And if you acted like it you could have every woman in here. You're beautiful, you're smart and you're such a stud! Every woman would be lucky to have you."

Quinn found that hard to believe and decided to change the subject for now. "So San, do you maybe want to get off of me now? We need to get cleaned up."

Santana nodded and lifted herself off Quinn with a low moan. Quickly Quinn stuffed her cock back into her pants and adjusted her suspenders. Signaling Rachel and Brittany as they made their way to one of the restrooms.

Brittany and Rachel actually beat them there and where already waiting for them smirking, arousal clearly visible in both of them. Santana closed and locked the door behind them. She accepted some wet paper towels Brittany handed her and pulled up her dress unceremoniously. She was about to start wiping their combined juices away when Rachel's hand stopped her. Santana shuddered when she saw the devilish gleam in Rachel's eyes.

"Let me." Rachel whispered.

Santana's hand fell limply back to her side, staring at Rachel questioningly.

She didn't have to wonder for long. Rachel simply pushed her backwards towards the sinks and motioned for her to sit on the counter. Rachel then got down on her knees in front of Santana and started lapping at her inner thighs, cleaning up Quinn's and Santana's mixed juices, humming in delight.

Santana buried her hands in Rachel's locks groaning. "You simply can't resist Quinn's cum, can you?"

Rachel didn't bother to answer, she was busy lapping up all the juices from first one and then the other thigh, making Santana squirm. Rachel was so close to where she really wanted her.

And Santana wasn't the only one squirming. Quinn felt herself become hard again at the sight before her. When Rachel had cleaned up Santana's thighs she pulled Santana's thong down, licking her lips nervously.

"I've never done this San, but God I want to so bad." Rachel admitted under her breath.

"Stop fucking around Berry." Santana groaned.

Slowly Rachel let two fingers drag through Santana's folds once before bringing them to her mouth sucking them clean again. "Hmmm, interesting..." She murmured at the taste exploding on her tongue.

"Berry, you're killing me here."

And then Rachel dove right in. With one hand she spread Santana's lips and started lapping up all the combined cum she found there. Santana brought her legs up resting them on Rachel's shoulders granting Rachel better access.

After a while Rachel started to get the hang of it and started sucking on Santana's clit for a bit before wandering further south to drive her tongue into her core.

"B … Berry! This … might be your …Fuck! First time eating someone out, but … God! I always knew you had a talented mouth." Santana panted while Rachel nibbled and sucked at her still sensitive clit, her mouth too occupied to answer. "And … I guess … Shit! I found a … Ungh! Good way to … Fuck! Shut you up."

Quinn was like hypnotized, watching her girlfriend (her girlfriend!) going down on Santana, eliciting the most sexy noises from her. She was only pulled out of her stupor when Brittany grabbed her hand and pulled her towards her, kissing her hungrily. Quinn melted into the kiss and gave the lead over to Brittany like she had on the dance floor.

Brittany led them towards the sinks besides Santana and Rachel, hitched her dress up and hopped up on the counter, spreading her legs to Quinn. Quinn could see the wetness seeping through Brittany's panties and stepped between her legs. She kissed her deeply again; her still covered cock rubbing against Brittany's folds through her panties.

"What do you want Britt?" Quinn asked more calmly than she really was.

"Fuck me Q!" Brittany said looking straight into Quinn's eyes.

"I want to taste you first…" Quinn stated.

"Why?" Brittany asked genuinely curious.

"Do you taste like San?"

"No, of course not."

"Well… that's why." Quinn smirked.

Quinn got down to her knees in front of Brittany, mimicking Rachel's posture. Pulling Brittany's panties down, she stuffed them into her back pocket. She leaned in slowly and took a long, deliberate swipe through Brittany's folds humming at the taste on her tongue. Brittany was right. She tasted different from Santana. It was similar in a musky, tangy way but there was an underlying sweetness Quinn hadn't noticed in Santana's taste the night before. She dove back in and started licking and sucking, making Brittany moan her name.

"Quinn! You've … really learned a lot … since … Ungh! Last time. I'm so happy … for you. I really … Yes! hated to see you … suffer. God, right there."

Quinn really enjoyed Brittany's taste on her tongue but her cock was becoming uncomfortably hard in her pants. When she got up Brittany let out a frustrated whine at the loss of stimulation, but when she saw Quinn lower her pants and freeing her cock she moaned in anticipation, spreading her legs even further.

Quinn loved that Brittany was so extraordinary flexible. She stood just out of reach staring intently at Brittany's eyes, stroking her cock slowly. Brittany's eyes, turned a dark blue by now, were glued to her cock, shivers running through her body.

"Please Quinn." She whispered.

"You want me?" Quinn asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes!"

"You want me to fuck you now?"

"Yes! I want you."

"Tell me how bad you want it." Quinn smirked.

"As bad as Lord Tubbington wants to start smoking again." Brittany answered without missing a beat.

"Wow. That's really bad." Quinn had to fight the smile that threatened to spread over her face. That answer was so Brittany. But she tried to stay cool and not give her amusement away. "If I fuck you now, will you do something for me?"

"Anything Quinn. Just … please."

"Okay. We'll talk about my demands later." Quinn answered, closing the distance and pushing into Brittany in one fluid motion, making her cry out in pleasure.

"Yes! Anything!"

Quinn pulled out until only the head was still inside and pushed back in slowly, starting a torturously slow rhythm that made Brittany squirm against her.

"God! You feel so good inside of me Quinn."

Quinn marveled in the feeling of the soft, wet warmth that engulfed her; the sight of her cock gliding in and out of Brittany's core, glistening with her juices, spreading her open completely.

"Faster, Quinn. Make me feel good with your beautiful cock. Stop teasing." Brittany panted.

And even if Quinn would have loved to tease Brittany just a little more she couldn't hold back any longer and finally picked up her speed, pumping into Brittany faster and harder.

"Yes! Yes! Like that. Oh uhmmm, so good. Make me come for you." Brittany gasped, crossing her ankles behind Quinn's back and digging her fingers into her shoulders making Quinn squirm .

Spurred on by Brittany, Quinn pushed into her feverishly. Her legs and abs were burning from the continued strain, but she had felt worse during cheerleading practice and knew she just needed to push through. Quinn let herself get lost in the feeling of her cock pumping into Brittany and the sensations it caused in her. Everything else faded away, even Santana coming undone beside her at the hands of a very enthusiastic Rachel, didn't register with her. All she was aware of was the way Brittany panted and moaned, slowly coming undone because of her, because of what she did. It was turning her on, driving her on; it made her ecstatic to the point where she didn't feel her pain any more.

She felt Brittany's walls grip her tighter, pulling her in deeper, felt her shudder through her release, crying out her name.

"Quinn! … Yes! Oh fuck … Quinn!"

Quinn had to slow down, the tightening walls making it harder to move. But Brittany recovered quickly, relaxing again, and started to move with her again.

"God Britt, you're amazing. I could fuck you for hours." Quinn groaned, picking up her speed once more. She brought one hand in between their bodies and started to circle Brittany's clit; flicking it with her thumb Brittany started gasping and mewling.

"Oh my God … Yes! … Yes Quinn!"

Only moments later Quinn felt Brittany tremble again as a second orgasm washed over her. At the feeling of Brittany's walls gripping her tightly again Quinn felt her balls tighten and with a low groan she started shooting her cum deep into Brittany.

Slowly she pulled out, feeling a little lightheaded but ecstatic at the fact that she had made Brittany come twice before coming herself.

Rachel came up behind her wrapping her arms around her waist.

"Well, that was insanely hot." She whispered in a low, raspy voice. And Quinn didn't quite know how it was even possible, but she felt herself reacting to Rachel quite obviously.

"Dios! I'll be damned." Santana growled at the sight of Quinn getting hard again.

But Quinn surely didn't complain. Now she would be able to fuck Rachel too. Her whole body was humming with excitement and she let out a melodic laugh! This was definitely the best night of her life. She turned around in Rachel's arms and forced her against one of the stall doors, pressing her whole body into her and kissing her roughly. Rachel let out an appreciative moan, feeling excitement rush through her. She really loves possessive Quinn. The kiss was hard and fast, full of need, want and lust.

"I need you so bad Quinn. First I had to watch you fuck Santana and then Brittany. I want you to fuck me now."

Quinn took half a step back and hitched Rachel's dress up only to growl when she saw that Rachel wasn't wearing any panties.

"Rachel. You little slut." She smirked, desire swirling in her eyes.

"Hey! It's totally your fault, getting me all hot and bothered. I had to throw them away earlier. They were ruined."

With ease Quinn lifted Rachel off the ground who instinctively slung her legs around Quinn's waist.

"Hold on to the door." Quinn instructed guiding first one than the other of Rachel's hands over her head to hold on to the top of the stall door. Rachel's dripping center was pressed into Quinn's lower abdomen and she could feel how wet she was on her skin below the shirt.

Quinn moved her hips slowly feeling her cock rub through Rachel's folds, becoming covered in her juices. Rachel moved against her, searching for the much needed friction.

"Quinn please. I need you baby."

Quinn nodded curtly. Holding Rachel up with one arm around her waist she lined her cock up at her entrance and slid effortlessly into her wetness, making Rachel arch into her and moan deeply.

"Quinn! I've waited so long for this." Rachel gasped.

"You already fucked this afternoon." Santana threw in.

"Shut up Santana." Rachel replied. "Do you … have any idea how hot it was seeing you and Quinn fuck while Brittany was dancing and grinding into me from behind? I've been on edge ever since … Oh God … Quinn! … I'm so close."

Quinn could see Santana and Brittany leaning against the next stall door; Brittany behind Santana, both observing them intently, while Brittany's hand was slowly, leisurely working between Santana's legs. She couldn't see Santana's hand but if she had to guess she would assume that Santana's hand was equally busy with Brittany behind her. But she didn't care … much. All she cared for at the moment was the feeling of Rachel's walls already starting to twitch around her.

"Yes, that's it baby! Come for me!" She groaned accenting every word with a deep thrust.

Rachel hadn't been kidding when she said that she had been on edge for a while and thus it didn't take much effort on Quinn's side to send her flying over the edge; her muscles clamping down on Quinn.

Quinn groaned with the effort and slowed her movements through Rachel's orgasm.

"God, you're so tight Rae." She husked picking her speed back up when she felt Rachel come back down from her high.

"Ugh! You're so damn good at that." Rachel panted.

"So Rae, tell me. That little fantasy of yours … how did it continue? Did I ever get you pregnant?" Quinn asked smugly.

"N-no … But you kept trying." Rachel panted, trying to keep up with Quinn's thrusts.

"How often?" Quinn asked curiously. She knew what happened on Puck's party had triggered something, had awakened Rachel's sexuality somehow. Quinn had been the reason and muse for Rachel's masturbation fantasies, but to what extent?

"Every … God! Every day. Some – sometimes twice a day even." Rachel answered, already too far gone to care that she admitted to masturbating every damn to day to fantasies about Quinn.

"Oh really?" Quinn smirked.

"Yessss!"

"And did you ever think of someone else when you touched yourself?" Quinn asked in a cold voice, betraying her real feelings for Rachel completely.

"I – I tried, but it was … in the end … always you." Rachel panted between thrusts.

"So what did I do the next day? The day after the party?" Quinn husked.

"You came over just after noon. It was really h-hot and I'm out in the back … yard by the pool, lounging in the shadows. Reading."

"And what are you wearing?"

"Just a bikini."

"And?"

"Daddy lets you in and brings you to me. He's delighted that a friend from school comes for a visit. H-he goes back inside and … Fuck! … leaves the two of us alone."

"Uh-huh. I bet you look delicious in that tiny bikini." Quinn muses, slowing her movements down in order for Rachel to tell her story.

"You seem to think so, because you simply kick off your sneakers, loose your shirt and jump into the pool. You're wearing a bikini top and wide bermudas that hide your cock. Then you beckon me to join you."

"I bet you're already wet because you know what I want."

"Yesss! Oh shit Quinn, I'm …God, so close. Faster." Rachel begged.

"Tell me!" Quinn demands slowing her pace down even more.

"As soon as I'm in the water you press me against the side and kiss me forcefully. I can feel your … shit … cock pressing against me. You're already hard. You … yes, please harder! You push my top up and latch onto my breast. I moan, loud, and you start laughing. 'Not worried that your daddies might catch us?' you ask. 'I don't care.' I answer, but I am worried. They could come out any minute, bringing snacks or ice cream or something. You rub yourself against me and I can't wait to feel you inside me again.

"I don't have to wait long. You lower your shorts and push into me. You fuck me hard and fast and empty yourself into me before I even get close. I whimper when you pull out, but you're not done with me. You lift me onto the edge of the pool and go down on me."

"You really like people watching, don't you Berry; like Britt and San are watching us now? Are your dads watching us through the window? Do you like the idea of them seeing us; of me defiling their little star like the slut she really is?"

"Ungh! I … I don't … Fuck Quinn, don't stop."

"So, do you come while I'm eating you out?"

"N-no. You just wind me up."

"And?"

"And then you leave. Telling me I'm not allowed to get myself off and that you'll maybe be back later. I try to think about something else the whole day, but nothing can distract me from the feeling of your cock and your tongue and it's driving me crazy."

Quinn almost stops moving altogether, she was about to blow but she wasn't done with Rachel yet. Rachel was close again, too and when Quinn slowed her movement she cried out in frustration.

"Quinn, don't stop now. Please … I'm so close… please." She begged shamelessly.

Rachel needed to come. Her arms were killing her and she wasn't sure if she could hold on much longer. She wanted to come and she desperately wanted to feel Quinn's cum to shoot into her.

"So, did I show up again later?" Quinn asked and started to push a little harder again, bringing one hand down to Rachel's clit.

"Yes. You … It was already dark but it was still warm outside so I stayed on the porch when my dads retired for the day. And suddenly … there you are. You sit down in the lawn chair beside me and pull your cock out. 'Ride it.' You demand and I can't not comply. I step out of my pants and straddle you. And you lift me up by the waist and push me down on your cock forcefully."

"Like this?" Quinn asked and pushed into Rachel harder than ever before.

Rachel screamed out in ecstasy when Quinn hit her just right and to her own surprise she comes undone suddenly. It's not as powerful as before but the added strain to her arms makes her shudder violently against Quinn.

"Come for me, Quinn. I want your cum inside me." She whispered weakly.

"Not yet." Quinn answered steadily pumping into Rachel.

"Quinn … please. I … can't." Rachel moaned.

"Yes you can. You're my bitch now, remember?"

Rachel couldn't control the excitement that flooded through her, instantly winding her up again.

"Yes! Yes I am. Take me! Fuck me! Fuck me harder. Please Quinn. I'm yours. Make me yours." Rachel screamed out in ecstasy.

Quinn could feel it in her stomach and in her groin. She could feel the pressure building down to her toes.

"You're mine!" She growled.

"Yesss! Yours!"

And with one last hard push Quinn felt Rachel's walls clamp down on her again and all the tension in her body exploded along with her, shooting into her cock and releasing its load in hot spurs deep into Rachel's pussy.

Quinn felt herself sway a little. She was light headed and her knees threatened to give out. But thankfully Brittany and Santana, who had been watching them, cuddling contently into each other, were there in a heartbeat steadying Quinn and helping Rachel get safely back to her feet.

"Gosh Quinn, what got into you?" Santana asked.

"I … I don't know." Quinn answered slightly embarrassed. "Maybe there's something wrong with me after all and this is some kind of side effect."

"No silly." Brittany said firmly. "You're just high."

"High?" Quinn asked confused.

"Yeah, you're high on happiness. Your mind and your heart are finally happy and now your body wants to be happy too, so it sends all this stuff into your blood. Duh!"

Rachel smiled at Brittany's explanation of hormones, leaned over to Quinn and kissed her lightly.

"That. Was. Amazing! I had no idea I could come this often this quick."

Quinn grinned somewhat sheepishly, wobbling a little on her feet. She surely would have fallen down if Brittany wasn't holding her up around the waist.

"We better get her home." Brittany stated because she felt how unsteady Quinn was on her feet.

"Can you hold her up a second longer Britt? We need to clean her up at least a little." Rachel asked worried.

"Sure. It's not like she's heavy anyway. I could easily carry her."

"Hey, I'm right here. Let's try walking first." Quinn scoffed.

Between the three of them they cleaned Quinn and Rachel up and managed to fix their clothes so they could be seen in public. With Brittany's help Quinn managed to stumble through the club without drawing any attention to them and when they were outside Brittany simply picked Quinn up despite her protest and easily carried her the whole way home.

As soon as Brittany had laid her down on Rachel's bed (Rachel insisted that Quinn should not sleep alone and needed to be monitored) Quinn felt herself sink into welcome darkness.