fic: Faberittana Fun
Title: Faberittana Fun
Author: flipflop555
Rating: NC17!!! MOST SMUT SINCE LOVE GURU! laundry list of kinkkkks: spanking, anal, breast play, squirting, fisting and DP
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn/Santana/Brittany
Summary: Rachel's bday, Faberittana style!
Disclaimer: This is a total piece of fiction, I own nothing and no one involved
Word Count: 5,247
A/N: To quote King Leonidas: “THIS…IS…FABERITANNA SMUT!” Or is it Sparta? I always forgettttt =) lol, but yea, trying faberittana on for size, went vintage flipflop (ultraporn), so enjoy it!
A/N2: Comments are veryyyyyyyyyyyy appreciated =)
Rachel woke up groggy and alone on the beautiful summer day. She winced when she looked at the calendar hanging on her wall, with a big red circle over today’s date; her birthday. She would’ve liked to have woken up next to her three girlfriends, but because they all claimed to be working on her birthday present together, they insisted that she wasn’t around.
Her fathers had prepared her a special breakfast-vegan pancakes, homemade maple syrup and fresh fruit, and had a pleasant conversation while the two men prepared themselves for work. When both of her father’s cars pulled out of the driveway, Rachel pulled out her phone and called Quinn, seemingly the brains behind the whole present. She knew that none of the girls would be awake yet, but figured waking them up was payback for no pre-birthday sex.
After dialing Quinn’s number four times, the blonde finally answered, her voice giving away that she had been in a deep sleep. “….Hello?’ she whispered
“Morning baby! And where is my sexy girlfriend this morning?” Rachel asked cheerfully. She heard Quinn’s head fall back against her pillow.
“Your sexy girlfriend is curled up in bed with her other two sexy girlfriends, whispering so you won’t wake them up too,” Quinn whispered with a giggle.
“So there’s a new rule where everyone else gets to have sex on my birthday except me?” Rachel asked with a scoff.
She heard Quinn giggle. “Trust me baby, we put a lot of work into your gift, it’ll totally be worth it. Just come by my house at like….” Rachel heard Santana mumbling in the background. “S says come at like 1, sound good?”
Rachel nodded eagerly. “Sounds great. Tell my lovely Latina I miss her,” Rachel said softly. She heard Quinn relay the message followed by a somewhat loud “I love you baby!!!” from Santana. Rachel grinned. “I’ll see you girls at 1,” she said, and hung up, wondering how she could kill 4 hours.
**
While Rachel was preparing her lunch, a quick sandwich she could eat on the go, she got a text.
My doors unlocked, just come upstairs when u get here & make sure u lock the door. xoxo Q+B+S
Rachel eyed the text curiously, but shrugged and snapped her phone shut. She drove quickly and arrived to Quinn’s house promptly at 1. Sure enough, after closing her car’s door and going up the front steps, she grabbed the doorknob which turned willingly. “Hello? Quinny? San? Brit Brit?” Nothing. “Girls?” Rachel closed the door and locked it like Quinn had instructed. Rachel eyed the empty house, confused, but continued to follow Quinn’s orders and ascended the stairs. There was a massive banner hanging over Quinn’s door, reading Happy Birthday Rach! in Santana’s handwriting. The tiny singer smiled and knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” she heard Quinn call in a sing-song voice.
“Dr. Seuss. Who do you think?!” Rachel called back with a snicker.
“Come on in, birthday girl,” Brittany called back. Rachel smiled and opened the door.
Sprawled out lazily over Quinn’s bed were three very naked Cheerios, each with a little bow tied to their wrists. Rachel’s eyes widened almost comically. Quinn snickered as she stood up and sauntered over to her girlfriend. “Happy birthday my love,” she said softly, pressing a kiss to Rachel’s pink lips. Quinn gripped the smaller girl’s hips, drawing her close, as Rachel ran her nails over Quinn’s smooth back, before gripping her as possessively. “Mmmm, that feels good,” Quinn whispered, as she pressed her lips back to Rachel’s.
“Hey, don’t hog her, Q!” Santana called. The kissing pair broke apart, grinning, and turned towards Santana. Rachel strolled over to Santana and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.
“And hello to you too,” Rachel giggled.
“Don’t forget about me!” Brittany whimpered, crawling next to Santana.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, babe.” Rachel pulled Brittany into a kiss, licking across the blonde’s bottom lip. Rachel pulled back from her kiss, much to Brittany’s disapproval, and surveyed the scene before her. “So my big birthday present, that stopped me from having midnight birthday sex mind you, was you three being naked? That’s not a happy birthday present, that’s a happy Tuesday afternoon present…” Rachel crossed her arms, confused.
Quinn walked over to her girlfriends and gently rubbed Rachel’s back as she leaned into her ear. “No, silly, your birthday present is all that kinky sex you want so bad,” the blonde said in a throaty whisper. Santana and Brittany nodded with huge grins.
Rachel just blushed. “I-I don’t know what-“
“Rachy, we love you, but you really think you’re subtle?” Santana interjected. Rachel looked at her confused, her cheeks rapidly turning pink. “You don’t think we hear how you moan when we give you those play spanks before we fuck? Or how your eyes light up when one of us brushes your ass when we go to fuck your pussy with the strap on?” Rachel just looked down, ashamed, so Brittany got up and kissed her firmly.
“Oh, sweety, don’t be embarrassed. We want to do this for you, so we spent all night planning it all out,” Brittany squeaked eagerly. Rachel looked up quickly.
“Really? You girls did that for me?”
Quinn giggled softly as she licked a hot stripe up Rachel’s neck. “Of course, sexy. Now let us do this, I swear it’ll make up for no midnight sex.” The blonde winked and started to unbutton Rachel’s shirt from behind while Santana and Brittany ran their hands over the smallest girl’s taut abs. Once all the buttons were undone, Quinn pulled the shirt off and carelessly tossed it to the floor. Santana unzipped her girlfriend’s skirt and let it pool at her feet.
“I love these panties on you,” Santana growled, cupping Rachel’s hot sex, covered in a pair of baby blue hipsters. There were tiny gold stars all over the fabric; perfectly Rachel. Said brunette pushed herself into Santana’s touch, the eroticism getting to her. Santana squeezed gently and Rachel whimpered helplessly. “Shit baby, you’re so excited.” Rachel just nodded, her eyes shut from the sensual touches.
Brittany was sucking on one side of her neck while Quinn was leaving feathery soft kisses on the other. Santana was heatedly liplocked with Rachel while she ran the pads of her thumbs gently over the girl’s bra-clad nipples. “Let’s get this silly thing off,” Santana husked. Quinn understood and unsnapped the garment, and pulled it off with Brittany’s aid. “Now let’s really get this show on the road.” Rachel looked at her questioningly. “My little yoga star, how about you do child’s pose?” Rachel continued to stare. “Trust me, sexy.” So Rachel got down on her knees, reluctant to be pulled away from her girlfriends’ loving touches, and pressed her chest to her knees, her arms stretched forward. Before she knew what was happening, her wrists were tied up. “First things first, we need to warm you up. B, would you be a love and grab the crop and the paddle for me?” Rachel shuddered at the very thought.
Rachel turned her head to watch Brittany walk to her closet and pull out a big black duffel bag on the top shelf. She unzipped it, grinned to herself, and dug through it. The bag was clearly full of objects, and it took the blonde a little while to find the two things Santana had requested. She came back to the three other girls and handed Santana a ping-pong paddle and a riding crop.
“Your safety word for the rest of the night is banana, ok?” Rachel nodded, never once taking her eyes off the long black crop. Santana smirked. “Alright, I need to warm my bitch up, so paddle first. And don’t think I don’t see you eyeing this,” the tan girl continued, wagging the crop back and forth. “Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of time with this.” Rachel was panting. She heard the bed creak, and watched as Quinn and Brittany got on the purple bedspread and started touching themselves.
Santana stood over the diva, eyeing her coolly. “Have you been a bad girl, Rachel?” Rachel nodded. “Tell me you’ve been bad.”
“Oh San, I’ve been bad, please baby, give it to me,” Rachel panted.
“Have you been very bad?”
“Very very bad. So fucking bad.”
“Do you deserve it?”
“Yes…fuck yes….San, I fucking deserve a spanking, baby!” The paddle was suddenly brought down harshly.
Rachel squeaked and jolted a bit. “Naughty, naughty. Bitches need to take what they get quietly, now behave yourself.” Rachel nodded and pushed her ass out for Santana’s rough spanks. The paddle came down again swiftly and the diva bit her lip. “Much better.” Santana brought the paddle down particularly hard and listened closely, but Rachel stayed quiet. After swatting the smaller girl’s ass repeatedly, and not hearing a sound, Santana grinned. “Such a good girl, I think someone has earned the crop.” Rachel was quivering with want.
Rachel waited as Santana picked up the crop and whisked it through the air, making sharp swishing noises. Rachel was pushing her sex forward and clenching her legs, hoping for some form of relief. Santana gingerly brought the tasseled end of the crop to her ass and ran it almost lovingly over the bright red flesh. “Girls, look how sexy she is. She took her punishment like such a good girl, and look at this ass!” Rachel turned to watch Quinn and Brittany masturbating heatedly; her ass must’ve been quite a sight. Caught off guard by watching her two blond girlfriends, Rachel was shocked when a sharp sting swatted against her sore behind. Rachel couldn’t help herself.
“Yesssssssssss, Santana!” Rachel squealed, pushing her ass back for more. Santana snapped the crop down again, and Rachel whimpered with a mix of pleasure and pain.
“Now, now Rachel, what did I say about behaving yourself? If you have to make a noise, you’re going to woof like the bitch you are, understand?” Rachel nodded, her face flush at the idea of being so owned by the Latina. “Good, let’s try it. Woof,” Santana commanded and brought the crop down sharply.
Rachel chewed her lips, wanting to build up this delicious punishment. “Rachel, I gave you a command, I expect you to follow through. I said woof.” Santana’s crop cracked loudly as it collided with the diva’s reddening ass.
“Woof!” Rachel whimpered helplessly, pushing her behind out for more. Quinn and Brittany moaned together at watching Rachel submit herself so fully.
“Again.” The crop came down as hard as before, this time hitting the edges of Rachel’s sex.
“Fuuu-woof!” Rachel whined. Her juices were dripping down her thighs as she took everything Santana gave her. The cheerleader swatted her girlfriend’s ass one more time, earning a squeaky “WOOF!” before laying the crop down on the ground beside the paddle.
“I think she’s all warmed up,” Santana said with a grin, gingerly rubbing her hand over Rachel’s bright red ass. “And by the looks of things, so are you two,” Santana smirked. Rachel brought her head up to see Quinn and Brittany fucking each other slowly, clearly trying to scratch the itch they got from watching Rachel, but not trying to cum just yet. Brittany pulled back first.
“Sorry babe, it was too sexy. My turn?” Santana nodded as the taller blonde pressed one more kiss to Quinn’s lips, before hopping off the bed and jogging over to the duffle bag where the paddle and crop had been. Rachel started to push herself up before Santana pushed her shoulders down.
“Where do you think you’re going, birthday girl?” Rachel looked up at her, confused.
“Bed?” Santana shook her head. “Not the bed?” Santana grinned as Brittany walked over holding something behind her back.
“Not the bed yet. Just stay in that pose, Rachey,” the blonde said. Rachel watched Santana get on the bed and into Quinn’s arms, where the two picked up where Quinn and Brittany had left off. Rachel watched them hungrily. “Hey now, Rach, don’t be jealous of them.” Rachel turned to look at Brittany to apologize, but her mouth dried up at the sight of the cheerleader strapped into a harness with a 7 inch dildo hanging down. The diva couldn’t take her eyes off the toy. “Besides, I’m fucking you doggy so you can watch,” Brittany squeaked with a grin. Rachel’s facial expression was a mix of a grin and a jaw-drop; she was shocked at how amazing these “presents” were, and was over the moon that Brittany, the Anal Expert as Santana often called her, was going to take her from behind.
Brittany stepped behind her girlfriend and kneeled, running three fingers over the girl’s dripping pussy. “I love how wet you get baby, makes fucking you so easy,” the blonde husked. Rachel whined like an animal while Brittany swirled her wet fingers over the brunette’s tight hole. “Gonna fuck you so hard baby, your ass is so fucking mine.” With that, Brittany slammed her toy into Rachel. The diva released an animalistic wail as the blissful mix of pleasure and pain. “Shit, it’s so tight, need to fuck this slut hole more, open you up for more doggy style,” Brittany smirked.
“Ooooooh yes! Yessss Brittany, m-more, m-more doggy!” Rachel husked, shoving her hips back to meet the dildo as Brittany pushed it deep.
“Let’s try this,” the blonde said softly. Before Rachel could react, the fair-skinned girl’s arms were wrapped around Rachel’s thighs and pulling Rachel even closer to the toy, which was going in that much deeper. Rachel screamed. “Fuck yes, I wanna fucking split this bitch in half, feel my cock for days Rachey,” Brittany growled. All three girls got so turned on when Brittany got rough in the bedroom, but hearing her be so filthy while taking the smaller girl’s ass was the sexiest thing any of them had heard. Brittany looked up to watch as Quinn had an orgasm around Santana’s piston-like fingers, and her concentration on that scene was only broken when Rachel wailed, “YESSSS!” as loud as she could and collapsed, the dildo still mostly inside.
Brittany pushed the dildo in to the hilt and cupped Rachel’s sex, causing the smaller girl to shudder from oversensitivity. “Was that good baby?” Brittany cooed, rubbing her palm over Rachel’s swollen clit. Rachel shuddered and nodded.
“Y-yes, Brit Brit….” she sighed. Brittany thrust deeply one more time, just to listen to her girlfriend moan, and pulled out.
“Girls, help me get her on the bed, I don’t think she can move yet,” Brittany called over. Santana and Quinn smirked as they helped Rachel stand on her own two feet and moved her to the bed. Rachel was in a sex-induced haze, and hadn’t even realized she had moved until she felt her hands being tied tightly over her head.
“W-what? San? Q?” Rachel muttered weakly.
“What is it baby? Do you not want parts three, four and five of your birthday present?” Quinn asked softly, licking patterns over Rachel’s amazing chest. Rachel’s eyes shot open.
“G-girls…I love you and all, but three more orgasms? If they’re anything like what I just had, I’ll go comatose,” Rachel protested. Her three girlfriends smirked.
“I understand baby. It’s just…well, I wanted you to squirt in my mouth so bad, and S just was dying to fist you….and we thought it’d be fun to do some, well, other stuff….” Brittany husked, rubbing her hands over Rachel’s heaving chest. Rachel’s eyes had reached cartoon-like proportions. “But if you don’t want to, that’s totally cool, we could rent a movie or order pizz-“
Rachel mumbled something, her eyes closed as if she was ashamed of what she had just said. “Come again, Rachey?” Quinn asked, smirking at her pun.
“I said…I said do whatever you want to me,” Rachel whispered, her voice full of lust. The singer’s girlfriends stared at each other with massive grins. “Make me yours, make me feel so good.”
“Excellent. Now if you two don’t mind, I believe it’s my turn,” Quinn announced, her eyes full of a hunger that only Rachel could satisfy. The blonde turned back to her beautiful bound brunette. “Fuck, this is going to be fun.” Santana and Brittany climbed off the bed, retreating to the couch on the side of the room to fool around and enjoy the show.
Quinn was kneeling over Rachel’s panting body, her knees braced on either side of the tan girl’s torso. The taller girl languidly rubbed her hands up and down her lover’s arms before stopping at her shoulders and let her nails glide over smooth skin. Rachel was keening softly at the sensations. Quinn’s nails danced delicately over her skin, hard enough to leave a mark but soft enough for it to be all pleasure. As her nails skidded over Rachel’s stiff nipples, the brunette whined and thrust her hips forward. Quinn smirked triumphantly. “Feel good, Rach?” Rachel nodded, breathing erratic. Quinn cupped each mound thoughtfully, admiring how perfectly they fit in her hands. She rubbed them softly, occasionally leaning down to swirl her tongue over the sensitive skin.
“S-suck them,” Rachel whimpered. Quinn’s eyebrow raised.
“What was that baby girl?” she asked innocently, pinching the diva’s nipples gently.
“F-fuck, Quinnnnn….”
“I didn’t catch that Rachey-Bear, what did you want?”
“Quinn! Suck my tits, please!!”
The blonde repositioned herself a bit, straddling Rachel’s left thigh, and lowered her mouth down to Rachel’s left nipple, sucking it greedily into her mouth. Rachel groaned with pleasure. The blonde rolled the nub between her teeth, letting the tip of her tongue glide over the tip. Rachel was in pure heaven. The taller girl lifted her head up and moved her ministrations to the other breast, making sure to give Rachel equal pleasure. The pair could hear their other two girlfriends moaning and whimpering on the couch, only adding to the eroticism.
Quinn alternated between nipples while she humped the diva’s leg, sucking and pinching the nubs until they were too sensitive for Rachel to handle. When the blonde finally pulled back, her girlfriend’s nipples were pale red and pearled. Rachel was panting and whimpering, delirious from the teasing.
“J-just…just fuck me, Quinn, pl-pleeeease fuck me,” Rachel whispered.
“Yea? Does my baby girl want to cum?” Rachel nodded quickly. “You wanna feel my tongue deep in your wet pussy?” Rachel nodded again and licked her lips. “How wet are you baby?”
“D-dripping for you, Q.”
“Good answer.” Quinn lowered herself to face Rachel’s wet sex and licked a broad line from her hole to her clit. Rachel wailed with pleasure. Quinn smirked arrogantly and repeated the process a few more times teasingly. After Rachel began thrusting her hips forward eagerly, Quinn pushed two fingers into her girlfriend with ease and ran the tip of her tongue over Rachel’s stiff clit.
“Fuuuuck, more!!!”
Quinn complied and slid a third finger in, pumping roughly. She so badly wanted to add a fourth finger, but didn’t want to stretch the diva too much; besides, she was serious with what she said before, Santana had claimed rights to fist the tiny singer, and Quinn wanted that to be as intense for those two as possible.
Quinn slashed her tongue over her girlfriend’s clit over and over again, never letting her get nearly enough pleasure to cum. She alternated between quick, hard thrusts and slow, teasing ones with her fingers. When Rachel was keening and covered in a thin, shining layer of sweat, Quinn finally decided she had had her fun. She moved her thumb to rub strong circles over Rachel’s stiff bundle of nerves and pushed her tongue into the smaller girl’s hot sex. Rachel wailed, her inner muscles tightening around Quinn’s tongue. After a few more thrusts, Rachel felt herself coming undone. After the almost endless teasing, this orgasm was unusually intense. Quinn milked it for all she could, and finally pinched the center of Rachel’s pleasure; that was it. Rachel squirted her cum all over Quinn’s face and into her mouth, down her throat. Quinn opened wide, eager to taste every drop as Rachel thrashed above her.
When Rachel finally calmed down, Quinn pulled back with a huge grin on her face. Her cheeks glistened with cum as she dipped two fingers back into Rachel’s oversexed pussy, watching the brunette shudder weakly. Quinn pulled her digits out and sucked them slowly, forcing a lustful whimper from Rachel. “You taste….so fucking incredible.” Quinn couldn’t help herself; she ducked her head down and licked over Rachel’s hole once more, collecting as much juice as she could. Rachel screamed as aftershocks rocked through her body. “Take a nap, sweetheart, your pussy’s exhausted. We’ll wake you up in a bit, we still have a lot more to do with you.” Quinn admired her handiwork. Rachel’s sex as indeed overworked, her lips full and red from such powerful orgasms. Quinn pressed a soft kiss to her girlfriend’s lips, letting the brunette taste herself, before pulling back. She promptly fell asleep.
Quinn turned to Santana and Brittany, who were tribbing each other while passionately kissing. Quinn sat back and watched as Santana’s face hardened like she was deep in thought, signaling that she was on the edge. Brittany growled something inaudible into the brunette’s ear and pushed her hips forward powerfully, and with that Santana screamed and came, her cum dripping onto the sofa. Brittany’s orgasm wasn’t far behind, and then the two girls were piled on top of each other, panting deeply.
“That was so fucking hot,” Quinn said softly as she got up to cuddle with her other two girlfriends. Brittany and Santana grinned. The Latina pointed over to the passed out Rachel and raised an eyebrow. “We wore her out,” Quinn explained, planting a kiss on Santana’s shoulder. “I told her we’d wake her in a little bit.”
“My turn next?” Santana asked with a massive grin. Quinn grinned back at her and winked.
“You know it. Her pussy’s so fucking tight, it’s going to be fun watching you try to fist her.”
“It’s going to be so damn sexy though,” Brittany commented softly. The other two nodded and curled into each other to take a quick cat nap too.
**
Santana was the first to wake up. She eyed the clock and saw they had all been asleep for about an hour. She gazed over at Rachel, her sleeping prize and grinned. The tiny singer’s arms were still bound over her head. “That’s going to have to change. I want to feel her clawing me back for more,” the cheerleader thought to herself. She turned to Quinn and kissed her neck until the blonde woke up with a grin, then turned to Brittany and repeated. “Ready for more, girls?” Both of the other cheerleaders nodded as they wiped the sleep from their eyes.
Santana got up and shuffled to the bed and crawled up next to her exhausted girlfriend. She delicately untied Rachel’s wrists, and soon the small girl came to.
“Mmmmm, how long was I out?” Rachel whispered. Santana pressed a deep kiss to her lips.
“Not long, a little more than an hour. Ready for more? Cause the best is yet to come…literally.” Santana giggled at her pun as Rachel smiled big and nodded.
“Yes please,” Rachel replied softly, biting her lip coquettishly.
“You know what’s coming, yeah?” Rachel continued to chew her lip seductively as she nodded. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what dirty things I’m gonna do to you.”
Rachel leaned into Santana’s ear and licked the shell. “You’re going to put your whole fist in my pussy and fuck me so hard, I won’t be able to remember my own name.” Santana shuddered at how sexy it sounded coming from the diva’s mouth.
“Damn straight Rach.” With that, the Latina was two fingers into Rachel’s sex. Rachel hissed a “yes” as she pushed her hips forward. “Need to warm this pussy up, it’s too tight for my fist.” Rachel whimpered. Santana pushed her fingers in roughly, Rachel canting her hips up with each thrust. “Yeah, like that, Rach? Like me fucking you rough?” Rachel nodded and moaned. The Latina slid a third finger inside, and soon a fourth. Rachel was overwhelmed with how good it felt and how frustrated she was that Santana was avoiding her clit, which was hard as it had ever been. The small singer was dripping everywhere.
“Ready for the last one?” Rachel nodded eagerly. “Ready for my whole hand to be inside of you?” Rachel kept nodding, licking her lips hungrily. “Here it comes.” Santana slid her thumb into Rachel and curled her hand into a fist. Rachel howled with pleasure. “Shit, who knew your pussy could take all of this?”
“N-no one! Just you, baby, j-just my San!”
“Fuck yea, this is all mine!”
“Yea, San, yea!!! Oh yea! Make this pussy yours!” Santana pushed harder and harder, letting her girlfriend’s inner muscles pull on her hand, until she realized that Rachel had lost the ability to do much more than whimper, let alone breathe. Santana brought her knee up behind her arm and pushed, letting her forearm press into Rachel’s clit. “Cum for me. Now.” And that she did. An animalistic scream poured out of Rachel’s mouth as she fell apart with pleasure. Santana slowed her motion as the orgasm came in strong waves, and soon Rachel was nothing more than a lifeless blob on the bed.
“I knew that would be damn sexy,” Brittany said in soft, breathy whisper. Santana grinned as she turned to see Brittany with Quinn’s head between her legs. Santana turned back to Rachel and leaned into her ear.
“What’s your name, baby?” Santana whispered.
Rachel looked up at her dazed, half asleep.
“Tell me your name, sweetheart.”
“Rrrr…” Rachel’s head hit the pillow.
“Good girl.”
Rachel was still panting as Santana got off the bed and joined her other two girlfriends on the couch. After a few minutes of the diva letting her heart-rate settle, the silence was finally broken. “Rachey-Bear, we still have one more present for you,” Quinn said with a big smile. Rachel propped herself up on her elbows and looked up at the three cheerleaders with a lazy grin.
“I can do one more,” she said happily. Rachel looked like sex; her hair was a mess, her cheeks were flush and every muscle was relaxed, yet she still wanted to see what her tremendous girlfriends had left.
“Well,” Brittany started as she got up, her pinky linked to Quinn’s as Santana reclined onto the couch with a grin, “it’s a little bit more like two.” Rachel cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. Both blondes looked at each other and blushed.
“Close your eyes, love,” Quinn said softly. Rachel looked confused, but closed her eyes and laid her head on the pillow. She heard shuffling and movement, but didn’t know what to make of it until she was instructed to open her eyes, which practically popped off her face at the sight. Brittany and Quinn stood before her, each wearing a harness with a strap on attached. “Well? What do you think?” Quinn asked.
Rachel was beaming. “The two of you? At once?” Both nodded. Rachel kept grinning as she nodded. “I’m certain that I won’t be able to move after this…but I suppose saying that won’t exactly turn either of you off, will it?” she asked mischievously. The blondes giggled and got on the bed.
“I have the front, Britt’s got the back,” Quinn husked as she leaned in to kiss Rachel’s neck.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, beautiful,” Rachel whispered and captured Quinn’s lips with her own. Brittany reached to the bedside drawer and pulled out lube. The blondes had decided that while using Rachel’s own arousal as lube was fun, this was going to be hard and they needed to make sure it was absolutely perfect. Brittany started, pouring out a generous amount and rubbing over the toy and some over Rachel’s asshole, causing the brunette to whimper with pleasure. She handed the bottle to Quinn, who broke her kiss with Rachel to apply the lube to her own dildo. When both toys were ready, Quinn pressed a final kiss to Rachel’s lips. “Ready for this?” Rachel grinned and nodded.
Brittany went in first, somewhat slowly, as Quinn rubbed Rachel’s clit gently. After Brittany had several inches into the writing brunette, Quinn positioned her own toy at Rachel’s entrance and pushed slowly. Rachel whimpered wantonly at the sensations. Quinn pushed in to the hilt while Brittany stayed only a few inches in. As Quinn pulled out, Brittany pushed in, tossing Rachel back and forth like a little sailboat in choppy seas. “Ooooooh fuck, I-I…I feel so full!” Rachel cried as she pushed herself down onto the toys inside of her.
“Fuck baby, this is so hot,” Brittany husked, licking patterns over the back of Rachel’s neck and shoulders. Quinn nibbled at Rachel’s earlobe.
“I wish you could see your face right now, you’re too fucking sexy,” she whispered. Rachel could only pant and nod at whatever was said to her. Both girls started to pump faster and soon Quinn had her hands back where they had been only a little while ago, cupping Rachel’s breasts possessively. She rolled the nipples between her fingers as she pushed her pelvis into the brunette’s clit, hearing her whimper. “You ready for the big finish, sexy?” Quinn growled. Rachel was keening as she nodded. Quinn pushed in roughly as Brittany did the same. Rachel was overloaded by the intensity of the toys pressing against each other, separated inside of her by only a thin barrier. Quinn snaked one of her hands down Rachel’s taut abs and over to her clit, and began flicking it roughly. “Scream for me, Rach, scream so fucking loud. I want Lima to know your girlfriend’s own you, come on baby.”
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!” Rachel roared as Quinn pushed down on her bundle of nerves. While the small brunette was wailing in ecstasy, Brittany leaned over her shoulder and kissed Quinn passionately as both of the blonde’s reached their own orgasms from the clit inserts in their harnesses. It wasn’t even close to what Rachel was feeling, but seeing the diva thrash and scream like that was a turn on like nothing they had seen before.
Rachel collapsed forward onto Quinn, all of her muscles spent. “R-rest….rest now…please,” Rachel panted, already half-asleep.
“Shhhh, of course sweetheart,” Quinn whispered soothingly. She gingerly pulled her dildo out, which caused Rachel to shudder, and then Brittany pulled hers out and Rachel whined at the sensations. The girls discarded their toys while Santana, who had been toying with herself at the amazing sight, made her way over to the bed and collapsed with her girlfriends.
“See Rachey? We know it must’ve sucked to not have midnight sex, but this must’ve made up for it right?” Santana asked with a giggle. Rachel’s eyes were almost entirely closed as she curled into Quinn, letting Brittany spoon her from behind, and nodded.
“Everything you hoped for, birthday girl?” Quinn asked, pecking a kiss to the girl’s forehead.
Rachel looked wearily into Quinn’s eyes. “Oh yeah,” was the last thing she could say before letting her head collapse on Quinn’s soft chest and instantly fell asleep.