fic: Rachel the Love Guru

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Title: Rachel the Love Guru
Author: flipflop555
Rating: NC17: most epicccccccc thing ive ever written. SERIOUS SMUT PEOPLE!
Pairing: Rachel/Santana, Rachel/Brittany, Rachel/Quinn
Summary: Basically for this prompt from the glee_kink_meme,i adjusted it a little =P http://community.livejournal.com/glee_kink_meme/1224.html?thread=4748232
Disclaimer: This is a total piece of fiction, I own nothing and no one involved, and i think theres a movie called "The Love Guru" which I also don't own =P
Word Count: 5,292
A/N: worked for a whillllllle on this one, so comments very very appreciated =)
A/N2: For the sake of it, Quinn had the baby but is still living w the Berry's.


   Santana had just gotten out of the showers after Cheerios practice when she first heard one of her teammates, Allison, say it. “Rachel Berry was the best fuck of my life.” Santana did something close to a triple take, before realizing she needed to be subtle. She stepped over to a bench in the corner, hidden from view by surrounding lockers. Only a few of the cheerleaders were asked to stay this late; Quinn, who was currently living with the Berry’s, and Brittany both had left almost an hour ago. Santana craned her neck towards the two girls who were speaking as she got dressed slowly.

“I told you!” the other cheerleader, Maddy, said with a practically audible smirk. “She just knows exactly what you want, tells you and gives it to you, it’s so fucking hot. I’ve never cum like that, her tongue is just mind-blowing! She knows that I’m pissed that Jeremy makes me go down on him all the time but he won’t reciprocate, or if he does, it sucks. She said she was going to show me how great it’s supposed to be and how ridiculous he is.” Allison giggled softly. Santana’s eyes were wide.

“I didn’t actually get her tongue. She told me I needed to really get fucked roughly, she said she knew that Dave was being too gentle and I wasn’t getting what I wanted. I don’t get how she knows but she did. Anyways, she used this huge strap on and just rode me for a solid hour, then fingered me while she just said such…” Allison started giggling. Santana walked back to her locker so she could glance at the girls. Allison was blushing intensely. “…filthy things to me!” Now both girls were laughing. Santana would’ve rolled her eyes if she wasn’t in such a state of shock. “I came four times and long story short, she said I could come back any time.”

Santana took out a pair of shorts she didn’t even need and walked back to her bench slowly, watching as Maddy nodded. “Yeah, same here. She says that to all of us though, cause she knows we all will. Jackie goes practically every Thursday night to get tongued, says Rachel knows every single spot in her pussy to make her cum like Andy just can’t do.” Santana sunk down on her bench and dropped her jaw. All of us?! Who the fuck is all of us!? Santana thought. Finally she threw on a shirt and walked over to the remaining cheerleaders and cleared her throat a bit. Maddy and Allison turned to attention, terrified of Santana like everyone else on the squad.

“Excuse me, but I couldn’t help overhearing…” Santana started, trying hard to keep her HBIC façade but still eager to ask her question. “You said Berry is a good fuck? And she’s fucking who exactly?” Maddy and Allison looked at each other nervously.

“Y-yeah, she’s fucked most of the squad, S. And she’s great…if you don’t mind me saying,” Allison said softly. Santana nodded like she had heard this all before. Meanwhile, there were explosions of confusion going off in her head. She flashed an annoyed smile and nod, then walked back to the bench. After collecting her things, Santana left the locker room and promptly sprinted to her car. Once inside, Santana let her head fall back in thought.

So Berry’s fucking the Cheerios and apparently is a bigger rockstar than me? How does she know exactly what these girls want? And how good is she exactly? Santana checked her watch; 6:25 pm on a Friday, why not pop over and see if this is all some huge joke or not? The Latina started her car and sped off to Rachel’s house before she could begin to doubt herself.

**

Santana pulled into the driveway behind Quinn’s car and noticed a green car parked beside Rachel’s; a car that wasn’t one the Berry father’s had ever driven to drop Rachel at school. Santana marched to the door and knocked impatiently. A few seconds later, Quinn answered with a puzzled look. “What’re you doing here, San?” The TV in the living room was playing in the back. When Santana stepped inside, she saw Quinn set up at the coffee table working on homework, totally oblivious to what was happening upstairs.

Santana froze; she hadn’t thought of anything to say. “I, uh…science project with Berry. She home?” Quinn’s eyebrows furrowed as she nodded.

“Weird, Jill’s up there with her and said she’s doing a science project too. I didn’t know Berry was such a science nerd…” Quinn pondered. Santana shrugged as she marched towards the stairs, before turning on a dime.

“Q, where are Rachel’s dads? You know…just curious…”

Quinn was getting more confused by the second. “Um, random? They go up to the country house every weekend. I have my history paper due Monday and Rachel’s usually busy. Why?”

“I told you, curious. I’ll see you later.” Santana jogged up the stairs quickly, determined to see what was really up. The Latina didn’t knock. Boy, was that a mistake. She swung the door open and was treated to a real sight.

Jill, a gorgeous, fair-skinned brunette, was propped up at the head of Rachel’s bed, her hands tied high above her head, a blindfold over her eyes, while a vibrator hummed softly inside her. She was completely naked, save for her Cheerio’s skirt, which was hiked up to just under her breasts. Rachel was sitting behind her, her legs spread so Jill was leaning onto the tiny singer, writhing for a touch that wasn’t there. Neither girl seemed to notice the intrusion.

“You love being my dirty girl, don’t you Jill?” Rachel cooed, running her nails over Jill’s arms.

“Yes, Rachel! So much, Rachel!” Jill whimpered, still thrusting her hips up hopefully.

“Want me to rub your clitty for you? Make you cum over my big vibrator?” Jill nodded desperately. “What if I do this?” Rachel ghosted her fingers over the stiff bundle of nerves. Jill tensed and moaned. Rachel smiled. “Fuck, such a dirty girl. Moan for me, baby.” Jill moaned generously, like a porn star. “Beg me for it.”

“P-please Rachel! Fuck…fuck me now, rub my clit, please!”

“Awww, you’re gonna need to do better than that silly,” Rachel giggled, lightly scratching Jill’s shoulders. Santana was panting and took a step back so she was outside, but couldn’t help herself from peeking.

“Pleeease!! Rachel, I n-need you! You’re the b-b-best fuck I’ve ever had! Rachel, I’m beggggging!” Jill whimpered, completely helpless. Rachel licked the shell of the brunette’s ear.

“That’s more like it,” she husked. In a flash, Rachel was rubbing Jill’s stiff clit in quick, tight circles, whispering things that were inaudible to Santana. Jill was panting and moaning loudly. Rachel whispered one more thing, pressed into Jill’s clit, and the cheerleader squeaked once more before going limp. Rachel let the girl catch her breath for a few seconds before starting to get up. “Get dressed, that was your third cum this week, I need to make sure I’m free for your slutty teammates,” Rachel said with a smirk as she pulled the blindfold off the taller girl and untied her hands. Jill nodded with a huge grin on her face.

Santana took this time to knock softly on the door. “Am I interrupting something?” Rachel, who had been standing near her desk with her arms crossed as Jill got dressed, looked a little startled but grinned to herself upon seeing the Latina.

“Not at all, Santana. Jill here was just…” Rachel looked at Jill with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Jill was blushing profusely as she threw her sweatshirt on over her naked chest and picked up her shoes in a hurry.

“Leaving,” she said softly. She scurried past Santana, afraid she somehow angered the bitchy cheerleader. Santana smirked as the door was closed behind her.

“That was quite a show. Didn’t know you were such a stud, Berry,” Santana commented, standing across from Rachel, arms crossed tightly.

“Didn’t know you were such a voyeur, Santana. Like what you saw?” Rachel responded quickly. Santana was a little put off by the fact that Rachel didn’t fear her; on the contrary, Rachel was smirking like she was toying with the taller girl. Rachel walked to her floor and picked up the panties Jill had forgotten. “Jesus, all those sluts leave their panties here, so fucking stupid.” Santana was even more off put with Rachel’s attitude and the savvy she had amongst the horny Cheerios.

“So the rumors are true then?” Rachel looked at Santana with a raised eyebrow. “Rachel Berry can fuck?” Rachel grinned, depositing Jill’s panties in a drawer in her dresser with the others before turning to face the cheerleader.

“I was waiting for word to get to you.” Santana looked surprised. “I know exactly what you need, I’ve just been waiting for you to figure it out.”

“Hold up. Just how many Cheerios have you fucked?” Rachel giggled.

“So far, 14.” Santana was utterly shocked; there were only 22 girls on the squad. “But I haven’t gotten the three I want to fuck,” she whispered, taking slow steps towards the taller girl. She ran the pads of her fingers up Santana’s crossed arms. “I know exactly what I want to do, too. I know just what your pussy wants, San.” The Latina started panting a little as Rachel’s fingers reached her neck. “Does that get you hot? That I know just how you want to get fucked, and I’m just aching to give it to you?” Santana’s eyes fluttered shut, lost in the touch, and nodded deafly.

“What…what’re you going to do to me?” Santana asked through deep breaths. Rachel giggled to herself.

“Oh Santana. Sexy, sexy Santana.” Rachel moved her head in, leaving soft kisses on the cheerleader’s pulse point. “You just love sex, you love to fuck, you love cumming just like you love making the girl you’re with cum. You get off on how rough and filthy things are. You love to watch how dirty you can make things.” Santana nodded deafly again, letting out a tiny whimper as she loosely held Rachel’s hips. “But I know girls our age, and unfortunately, they don’t do their research…” Santana opened her eyes weakly to shoot Rachel a confused look. Rachel bit her lip. “Tell me, do you know what tribbing is?” Santana’s eyes shot open. “Oh, good, you know.”

“R-Rach, I’ve never done-“

“You think any of those girls have done what I’ve done to them? You think of any of them had been peed on? You think any of them have cum so hard from being eaten out that they’ve passed out? I know you haven’t done this before Santana, don’t underestimate my knowledge, but I want to do this with you, and I know you want that too.” Santana just gaped. She had no idea to what extent Rachel had been fucking the Cheerios, but was secretly very impressed. She was snapped out of her trance as Rachel licked her ear. “Tell me you want it,” she whispered, nipping Santana’s earlobe gently.

“I…” Rachel was panting in Santana’s ear, turning the Latina on immensely, “I want it.” Rachel nodded.

“Good girl. Get naked for me.”

Santana, now eager to see what all the fuss was about, unzipped her Cheerios top and let it fall to the floor. She paused in her form-fitting red bra, hoping to elicit some attention from Rachel, but the singer just stood there, waiting. All the Cheerios tried to show off their bodies before Rachel did her thing, it lost its novelty around the fourth girl. Santana continued to drop her skirt, but just as she hooked her fingers into her underwear, Rachel stopped her. “This is my favorite part…well, one of them,” Rachel whispered seductively. She hooked her pointer finger into the front of Santana’s panties and pulled them down slowly, letting Santana savor the eroticism of the moment. Soon the underwear was pooled on the floor and Rachel was stripping herself quickly, eager to fuck Santana’s lights out.

Rachel pointed to the bed and Santana nodded eagerly. The Latina bounded to the bed like an eager puppy and waited for Rachel’s instructions. “Spread your legs,” the smaller girl growled. Santana opened her legs, revealing her sex, soaking with excitement, as she leaned back on her forearms. Rachel crawled to her slowly, admiring how turned on Santana was by all of this.

“Someone’s excited,” Rachel said softly with a giggle. Santana just nodded, staring intently into Rachel’s eyes as suddenly Rachel was hovering over Santana on all fours. The singer lightly pressed her knee into Santana’s pussy and watched the girl gasp with want. Slowly, seductively, Rachel lowered herself, sliding her own sex down the Latina’s thigh until she felt her partner’s heat and heard her whimper with want. “Lean forwards a bit,” Rachel groaned, suddenly swept up in how good this all felt. Santana pushed herself a bit forward as the singer leaned back and sighed.

Rachel ground her pussy into Santana’s with a grunt. The Latina’s head fell backward as she moaned loudly, reveling in the smaller girl taking control of this. As Santana began canting her hips forward to meet with Rachel’s, the singer stopped suddenly. The Cheerio’s eyes shot open as she looked at the other girl helplessly. “D-don’t…don’t stop!” Rachel smirked.

“Santana, you need to watch me fuck your pussy.” Santana bit her lip; watching this happen was like making it all real, it was forcing her to see she was actually fucking Rachel Berry in such a wildly intimate position. Rachel saw all of this emotion expressed in the Latina’s face and thrust her hips forward, earning a loud groan, and smiled to herself. “You want this, Santana. Now do it right or don’t do it at all.” Rachel started thrusting her pussy forward, this time under the taller girls watch.

Santana was transfixed, watching her clit rub against Rachel’s. She pushed her hips forward quickly, craving more contact, though Rachel kept it slow to draw out the pleasure. The little nubs, mixed with both of the girls’ arousal, slid together easily, sparking such electricity that Santana could barely control herself; she could barely form a sentence. “H-harder! Rach…Rach, mooooore, p-please more! Faster! P-p-please!” she cried weakly, going as fast as she could. Rachel smirked at her partner’s desperation, but decided to go in for the finish anyways.

“Say my name, baby”

“R-Rachel.” Rachel snaked her hand between them and started rubbing at both clits. Santana was thrashing. Rachel could feel the Latina’s pussy clenching against her own.

“Scream my name. Scream for me.”

“Raaaachel!” Cum spilled from the taller girl’s pussy as every muscle went taut. Santana wailed as Rachel rubbed relentlessly, while being caught between watching both pussy’s drip with cum and watching Santana’s face, distorted with pleasure.

Finally Santana went limp and collapsed on the bed. Rachel kept humping Santana’s leg as she leaned down and licked the shell of the cheerleader’s ear. “You’re so fucking hot when you cum. I knew you would be. You were worth the wait. Watching your clit rubbing with mine, dripping in our cum was so fucking hot. And when I cum all over your thigh, you’re gonna thank me like a common slut. Like that, baby?” Santana nodded, still breathing entirely erratically. Rachel nodded with the girl as she began to hump wildly. “Here…here it comes,” Rachel grunted, inwardly laughing at her pun. With a strangled wail, Rachel’s came all over the Latina’s thigh. Santana gasped as she felt herself get covered with the singer’s essence. Finally, Rachel sighed and collapsed on top, resting her head in Santana’s neck as the girl whispered a “Thank you.”

“Fuck. I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” Rachel panted. Santana just groaned, still composing herself from such a strong orgasm. After a few minutes of silence, Santana pulled her head back a bit to look at Rachel, who was tracing shapes and lines over the cheerleader’s chest.

“Ummm, you said earlier that there were three Cheerio’s you actually wanted to fuck, and I was one of them…. Who are the others?” Santana asked softly. Rachel grinned.

“Don’t you worry about that, I don’t want to spark any jealously.” Santana opened her mouth for a rebuttal, but Rachel just pushed herself off. “You should go, I never let my fucktoys stay for very long after I finish, you never know when some other horny Cheerio is going to show up,” Rachel stated casually. She quickly got up and started getting dressed again, Santana eventually following suit. Just before Santana left, she turned around.

“Can I come back?” she asked hopefully with a friendly smile.

Rachel giggled and nodded, then walked to the door of her room to join Santana. “Want a preview of what’s next?” The taller girl nodded eagerly. “Fisting.” Santana’s jaw dropped and Rachel giggled again. She slapped Santana’s ass playfully. “Now get going, I’m expecting someone.” Santana nodded and left with a smile.

**

When Brittany showed up, Quinn looked confused but pointed upstairs anyways. Why the hell are all these Cheerios showing up for Rachel? She’s not that smart, is she? Quinn thought as she settled herself down again. She shut off the TV and started typing out her essay as she heard Brittany knocking on the door upstairs.

“Hi Rach!” Brittany squeaked happily as she stepped into Rachel’s room. Rachel smiled at the jovial blonde and shut the door softly. “I’m so excited, Chelsea said you’re like, the hottest fuck at McKinley!” Rachel couldn’t help but laugh how simplistic the blonde was. The smaller girl just nodded.

“Well, I’d like to think so. Of course Chelsea would say so, she rode my face for half an hour; I was shocked she could walk out of here on her own!” Brittany giggled and stepped closer as she started to pull off Rachel’s shirt before the brunette stepped back. “No, no, Brittany.” The blonde looked puzzled. “Tonight is about you.” Brittany still looked confused, so Rachel smiled and started to take off her Cheerios uniform.

“You see, Brit, you’ve fooled around with just about every guy-”

“Actually every guy.”

“My mistake. You’ve fooled around with every guy at our school. But I happen to know that almost none of them reciprocate. You blow them, you jerk them off, but poor, sweet Brittany gets nothing in return,” Rachel cooed, making a little pout as she undid the girl’s bra. “I want to make you feel so good tonight. I want you to get treated like you deserve.” And with that, Rachel kissed the blonde passionately, and began tweaking her nipples roughly. Brittany moaned into Rachel’s mouth, holding the smaller girl close. Rachel guided them towards her bed and gently pushed the Cheerio, who fell back with ease. She waited to feel Rachel’s weight on top of her, and was surprised to see the small girl on her knees, pulling down the Cheerios spanks. “Scream my name when you cream for me,” was the last thing Rachel said as she began kissing up Brittany’s thighs.

The taller girl let herself relax as her legs, which were dangling off the bed, began to get covered in soft, wet kisses from Rachel. The singer was taking her time, letting Brittany savor the rare experience of having someone pleasure her. By the time Rachel got to Brittany’s pussy, it was wet and flush with anticipation. Rachel inhaled the sweet scent deeply as she ran her fingers delicately over the folds. Brittany shuddered. “So beautiful,” Rachel whispered as she nibbled at Brittany’s creamy thighs while continuing to skim her fingers experimentally over her sex.

Without warning, Rachel licked a hot stripe from Brittany’s opening to her hard clit. Rachel used her fingers to spread the taller girl’s pussy and admired how red with want it was. Like a cat lapping at milk, Rachel’s tongue made quick strokes over the stiff clit, not nearly enough to deliver anything more than quick bursts of pleasure. Brittany was whimpering helplessly, thrusting her hips forward to meet Rachel’s tongue. The smaller girl ran her tongue down her partner’s pussy, softly sucking at random folds, some earning louder moans than others. Rachel dipped her tongue inside Brittany and flicked it at the soft walls. Brittany purred and shoved her hips forward desperately. “Rachel!!! Yesssss!” she hissed. Rachel pulled her tongue, which was coated in precum, out of Brittany’s hot pussy and began licking her thighs again, much to the displeasure of Brittany.

“This is meant to be epic Brit. Don’t rush perfection,” Rachel whispered with a grin, as she lazily ran her tongue over every piece of flesh that she could find. She wanted this to be as sensual and erotic as possible. Rachel gripped Brittany’s thighs and spread the girl further, and again dove in for her main course. The singer left sloppy kisses all over the blonde’s pussy, enjoying the taste of Brittany’s arousal.

Rachel used her fingers again, this time to pull back on the hood of Brittany’s clit, leaving the blonde’s core completely exposed for assault. Rachel tentatively massaged the little stiff nub, listening to the animalistic noises that were coming from above her; Brittany was having a difficult time controlling herself as she had never had someone pay so much attention to her. She just wanted a release from the relentless teasing. Rachel pursed her lips and blew a stream of cool air onto Brittany’s clit and watched as her pussy visibly twitched with desire. The blonde’s clit had never been taken care of like this, and Rachel didn’t want to stop. She loved sucking gently, the nipping at it, or letting her fingers pinch it just a little too  gently; anything to bring the blonde so close to the edge but never let her fall.

Brittany couldn’t take it anymore. Her hands were tightly wrapped in Rachel’s soft hair, urging the smaller girl to do something more, though she was resistant. “Raaaaachel, please! B-begging! Rachy, cum, please,” Brittany whimpered helplessly. As usual, when the girls were unable to make a coherent sentence, Rachel knew she had done her job. She pulled back the hood again and blew cool air one more time before deciding to give her girl the release she so desperately needed.

“Come for me, beautiful.”

Rachel unceremoniously jammed three fingers into Brittany’s dripping cunt, so hard the bedpost slammed against the wall. Brittany screamed with pleasure as Rachel’s fingers curled just right while her clit was sucked into the brunette’s talented mouth. “C-cumming!! Cumming for you! Raaaachel! Raaaaaaaachel!!!!” Brittany wailed. With one final thrust, the brunette moved her mouth to Brittany’s hole and used her fingers to pinch her stiff clit. She opened her mouth wide and took every drop the blonde gave her as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Rachel’s mouth, chin, cheeks and some of her nose were utterly coated in Brittany’s cum after just a few seconds. Rachel licked all over, letting Brittany shudder with aftershocks until finally the blonde pulled Rachel’s mouth away, unable to take any more.

Brittany was panting deeply, her eyes half-closed, while she admired the girl who just gave her such a powerful orgasm. Rachel’s lips were swollen and red, her face shiny with sex, while she beamed at the blonde. “Hope that was sufficient,” Rachel said softly. Brittany smiled and nodded.

“Amazing.” Rachel checked her watch and nodded; 10:40 pm. True, Rachel was a player and treated the Cheerios almost callously after the sex was done, but of all the Cheerios, Brittany was the nicest. “You can stay the night if you want,” Rachel offered. Brittany nodded sleepily, and soon the girls were both asleep.

**

Rachel cursed herself for oversleeping, and rushed Brittany out of the house a little before 11, hoping to avoid Quinn’s questioning. The front door closed just a few minutes past 11 am, but the brunette turned around and was met with the former pregnant girl standing on the stairs, arms crossed. “Why did Brittany sleep over?” Rachel sputtered; the confidence she had in the bedroom just didn’t translate to life. “And what was all that moaning? Or the thumping on the wall?” Rachel scratched her head, trying to think on her feet, but Quinn’s questions kept coming. “Why were Jill and Santana here last night? And why did they both have such a spring in their step when they left?”

“Q-Quinn, I can explain, you see-”

“You think I don’t hear all that stuff in the locker rooms? ‘Berry’s the best fuck on earth!’ ‘Berry gave me multiple orgasms!’ ‘Berry spanked me with a riding crop, and then fucked me into oblivion!’ I know what you were doing with all of those girls. I know what you’re doing when any of them come over.” Rachel was pale, her secret was out. She just didn’t expect what came next. “I want my turn.” Rachel’s eyes went wide.

“Quinn, you realize what I do is like…completely against your religion?” Rachel held her breath. If she could go 3-3 with the hottest cheerleaders in 24 hours, she would officially be the badass sex god of the Cheerios. Quinn stepped down the steps slowly and kissed Rachel firmly.

“I don’t really care. I want you to do that sex guru thing I’ve heard so much about.” Rachel’s confidence was sprinting back as she smirked at Quinn’s remark.

“You want me to tell you what you want, hmmm?” Quinn bit her lip and nodded. “Well, let’s see. You fucked Puck with your pussy and got pregnant. You then tried to fuck Finn with your pussy and he got so excited he practically came on command. It seems to me your pussy isn’t your lucky spot.” Quinn looked at Rachel, very confused. Rachel grinned wickedly. “Do I need to spell it out for you?” The blonde nodded sheepishly. “I’m gonna fuck you in the ass, Quinn.” Quinn’s eyes went wide.

“R-Rachel, I don’t think-”

“I can see that you want it. You’re just wasting your time and mine by denying it.” Quinn blushed further and Rachel snorted. “I am the, what did you say? ‘Sex guru?’ I know what I’m doing here Quinn. You want me to fuck you doggie style and make you scream, don’t you?” She looked the blonde squarely in the eyes, and she nodded. Rachel smiled. “Good girl.”

Just a few minutes later, Quinn was naked on all fours on Rachel’s bed, while Rachel had excused herself to the bathroom. The brunette was debating which strap on to use; the smaller but thicker one, or the long but narrow one. She decided on the latter, and snapped the toy securely into her harness before stepping into her bedroom, confidence oozing from every pore. Quinn was flush with eagerness, her eyes following Rachel with every step she took.

“I’ve wanted to shove it in your ass for weeks, Quinn.” An eager moan escaped the blonde. Rachel got on her bed behind Quinn and slapped her ass a few times, warming her up. “Fuck, I’m gonna fuck your ass so hard, you’ll be walking funny for days.” Quinn leaned into the sporadic spanks, loving Rachel’s dirty talk. “You know how else I know you want it in your asshole, Quinn?” The blonde whimpered a no. “Remember what you were doing, say, four nights ago?” The was a pause in Quinn’s panting and Rachel smirked and leaned over to whisper in Quinn’s ear.

“You were fucking yourself Quinn.” The taller girl whimpered, ashamed. Rachel nibbled Quinn’s earlobe and continued. “You had your ass in the air, and you had a finger inside. Remember that?” Quinn nodded bashfully. “I couldn’t help myself from watching a little. Imagine me, just going to get some water, and getting the hottest show I’ve ever seen.” Quinn’s breathing picked up at the thought of Rachel watching her and liking it. “I always had a feeling you wanted it like that, but man, watching you do it to yourself… I came so hard that night, just replaying it over and over in my head.”

“Rachel….” Quinn whimpered softly, pushing her ass into Rachel’s toy. The singer pressed a quick kiss to Quinn’s shoulders, before leaning back and taking the toy in her hand.

“Beg for it , Quinn.”

“Oh Rachel, p-please!

“Please, what?”

“Please…you know. Put it in…” Quinn was desperate, but was far too ashamed to say it out loud. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t call the shots here; Rachel did.

“Say it. Put it in where.”

“Put it in my asshole!”

“Again, Q.” She took the head of the dildo and ran it up and down the crack between Quinn’s two perfect cheeks.

“Put it in my asshole!”

“Spread yourself.” Quinn looked back at Rachel blushed, wildly embarrassed. Rachel spanked the blonde; she knew Quinn was getting off on being dominated. The blonde reached behind her and spread her asscheeks, revealing the puckered hole that she so badly wanted filled. Rachel grinned and ran her finger down to Quinn’s dripping cunt, then smearing the precum on the blonde’s hole.

“Get ready, you stupid fucking slut.” Quinn moaned and Rachel raised her eyebrow. Quinn wanted a little humiliation, did she? Rachel pushed the dildo in a few inches and felt herself get wet at the strangled moan the cheerleader let out. “Such a pervert, Quinn. Getting fucked in your tight little asshole. Shit, you’re a little whore, letting me fuck you doggie.” Rachel kept pushing in until she was fully sheathed by Quinn’s behind, giving the taller girl quick, powerful thrusts with her toy. “Fuck yes, like that, baby?” Quinn whimpered and nodded. “Tell me.”

“Ooooooh, Rachel, I like it! I liiiiike it so much!!”

“Say my name, Quinn!”

“Rachel!”

Rachel continued driving into Quinn, savoring this fuck. She finally got the three Cheerios she wanted, she was on cloud 9. She felt so powerful fucking Quinn in such a dominating position,  getting the blonde to scream her name. Rachel almost felt like a different person. “Fuck yea, take it, Quinn. Take my cock,” she hissed. Quinn only moaned louder, pushing her behind into each push from the smaller girl. Quinn was babbling nonsense, praising God, praising Rachel, praising the toy that was making her scream. Rachel knew the Cheerio was at the end of her rope. She slid her hand over Quinn’s taut abs and felt for the little clit. Rubbing it in time with the thrusts, Rachel sent Quinn overboard in a matter of seconds. Quinn thrashed and screamed and moaned, unable to escape being touched as her body was overloaded with sex. Meanwhile, Rachel was thrusting so hard because the clit insert in her harness was pressing into her rapidly stiffening clit, and she too was seeking release. Rachel’s cum dripped down her thighs as, with one final, guttural moan, Quinn collapsed onto the bed. Her ass still in the air since Rachel was holding it roughly and the dildo was still nestled inside.

“Rachel….” Quinn whispered weakly. Rachel withdrew the toy, undid her harness, and let it fall carelessly to the floor. The singer was thoroughly exhausted, having fucked four girls in less than 24 hours. She collapsed beside Quinn, panting. “That…that was…..I-”

“Don’t bother, Q. I’ve fucked enough Cheerios in the ass to know I just gave you the best orgasm of your life.” The blonde nodded into the pillow. “I need a nap.” Quinn nodded again. Rachel rolled over with a heavy sigh and smiled to herself. Love Guru. I like it.