Who Says Getting Slushied has to be a Bad Thing????
Title: Who Says Getting Slushied has to be a Bad Thing????
Fandom: Glee
Pairings: Rachel Berry /Santana Lopez/ Quinn Fabray/ Brittany Peirce
Rating: NC-17 for shameless smut.
Warning: Girl!Peen so if that’s not your thing you may want to move on.
Word Length: 8,000+
Summary: I decided to make a series of one-shots in the same universe as “When a Berry and Cheerios Collide” so this is just Dirty, dirty sexiness.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Fox and Ryan Murphy do. Nore do I own Firework by Katy Perry. I only own the perversions in my head.
Spoilers: Through “Original Songs” to be safe but the timeline among other things have been switched up. The cheerios haven’t joined glee for starters.
A/N: Thanks so much to my Beta, ohbrittana for all the help. I definitely put her editing skills to the test and she also helped me out with spicing some of the scenes up.
Who Says Getting Slushied has to be a Bad Thing????
Cum 2 N hall bathroom w/ Q. R slushy. Big mess. Hrry!----Britt Britt.
Santana Lopez was pissed as she stomped down the corridor toward the north hall bathrooms. Quinn followed, not fairing much better. She was seething and the icy glair she’d spent years perfecting was somehow more terrifying than ever before. “Move faster you bunch of losers,” she snapped as the students in the halls of McKinley scampered out of the two Cheerios’ way. ‘How dare some moron go against her and Santana’s orders?’ She thought as she started breaking into a sprint in order to keep up with her enraged girlfriend. Rachel had been off limits for five months now and everybody knew it. It had taken a few casualties to prove the point, but now it was set in stone. None of the student body was allowed to disrespect Rachel Berry without expecting the wrath of at least two thirds of the Unholy Trinity.
When they reached their destination they came across a bouncing Brittany, complete with her usual sunny smile. “Hey guys,” the tall blonde said excitedly, “I made sure the bathroom was empty and nobody else came in.” Neither of her friends took in to account that she wasn’t wearing her cheerleading uniform. She was wearing a blue tank top and black leggings, though the signature Cheerio’s ponytail was intact.
“Thanks Britts,” Santana said as Quinn ran her hand down the taller blonde’s arm to express the same sentiments. Not two seconds later they were bursting through the door, Brittany not far behind, after she quickly placed a post-it on the entrance and made sure to lock the door behind them. They were met with a purple Rachel Berry standing in a pool of matching liquid. She was clad, in what once was, a simple white bra along with a pair of jean shorts that neither of her girlfriends recalled her wearing to school that morning. The shorts were unzipped and unbuttoned leaving a section of slightly stained white cotton panties on display. Rachel’s face and hair appeared to be free of the beverage and had been tossed up into a messy bun, though her bangs remained untouched. The look on her face was nothing like the look she’d displayed in the past after being slushied. There were no fake smiles, or saddened eyes; she seemed content. Even covered in slushy the girl was a vision to behold. Unfortunately there were far more pressing matters to be dealt with.
“Who did this?” Quinn growled.
“Was it that bitch Jenna Green?” Santana bellowed. “She’s been forgetting her place way too much lately. I’ll beat her back into submission.”
“No, it wasn’t her,” Rachel quickly answered.
“Then whose ass needs my foot’s attention?”
“Just tell us who and we’ll make them pay, babe,” Quinn said at the same time.
“I did it,” Brittany giggled enthusiastically as if she’d just told them that she’d won a duck at the fair.
Quinn could only gape at the tall dancer, wondering if her most recent breakup with Artie had pushed her overboard. The couple managed to breakup every month or so, only to reunite a few days later. “Why would you do that Britt?” Santana had adopted a softer tone as she spoke to her oldest friend.
Brittany shot Rachel a smooth grin and Rachel in kind returned it. “I wanted to.”
Before the other two cheerleaders could respond, the smallest of the group spoke up. “That……and I requested her to do so.”
“Why the hell did you do that?” Santana looked back and forth between the blonde dancer and the diva with uncertainty while Quinn mirrored her actions.
“Don’t worry. I made sure that it was at room temperature first so I’m not freezing to death. Now, if you don’t mind I could use some help getting cleaned up.” Rachel said coolly. “I suggest that you take off your uniforms so that you don’t ruin them in your efforts to help your ‘friend’ out. Coach Sylvester wouldn’t appreciate you getting them stained.” The little singer winked at her lovers.
Brittany shuffled her way over to the slushy covered girl and bent down to run her tongue across the flesh of a purple tented shoulder. “You were right, Rach,” the blonde cheerleader giggled, “grape is the best flavor.”
“I was confident you would see things my way Brittany,” replied the girl with a shudder. The taller blonde slipped down to her knees and began to extricate her friend from the confines of her shorts, slowly sliding them down sticky sun kissed thighs, trembling knees, well-toned calves, small ankles, and dainty toes, then tossed them aside onto the floor next to her. Rachel rolled her eyes at her girls, who were still stuck in a state of confused shock, standing there like spectators. “You really aren’t going to make Britt do all of the work are you?”
Brittany chuckled and took another swipe of her tongue across Rachel’s flesh, this time it was just under her naval. “So yummy.”
“Umm…what….what about class? The bell rings in like….. three minutes.” Quinn managed knowing full well that there was no way she was leaving this bathroom without giving some much needed attention to the fierce boner in her spankies. The sight of Brittany tasting Rachel was just too much to take. The HBIC and her second in command didn’t share well with others but Brittany was obviously a special case. She’d never been involved with Rachel sexually, the way she had been with the other girls, so this situation was a little different than what they were used to.
“Your good friend was slushied and it’s your duty to help her get cleaned up,” the diva explained. “Mr. Shue can’t fault you for missing class out of concern for a dear friend.” They hadn’t come out as girlfriends because they all figured that that would be far too much for the masses in that screwed up little high school to wrap their heads around. That and none of them were overly zealous about explaining their relationship to their parents. Brittany knew, but to the rest of the world the cheerleaders seemed to have just befriended the diva overnight.
“Screw class,” Santana finally said as she fully began to understand what exactly was going on. “Come on Q. We’re wearing too many clothes. Arms up.” Quinn threw her arms into the air and allowed her second in command to speedily remove the cheerleading top. “I’ll leave you to finish. Chop chop,” she smirked. “I gots my own clothes to ditch.”
They both hurriedly expelled themselves from their offending garments just in time to hear the buzz of the bell. All the while they kept their eyes trained on Rachel and Brittany, who were now attached at the lips exploring each other’s mouths. “Look at ‘em go,” Quinn breathed.
“I’m abouts to do more than look,” the Latina said, now groping at her hardening cock.
Quinn took a moment to pull the Latina into a long languid kiss. They loved each other, but after both having obsessed over her for so long, they had a tendency to neglect one another in search of having physical contact with the small brunette. It was somehow easier to show that type of affection for Rachel than each another. This was a silent understanding that neither of them took issue with, however, in this moment they both needed to reassure the other that they were in this together. Perhaps it was that they had never been in a quad, or maybe it was just an animalistic need, but it was somehow necessary. It was mutual with no struggle for dominance, which was a rarity when they did share kisses.
“Now that is simply beautiful,” Rachel’s gushed, having just detached from Brittany’s inviting lips.
“Very hot,” Brittany chirped heartily.
Upon seeing that the little singer and the dancer now both nude themselves, the duo quickly ascended upon them. Brittany softly pinned the smallest of the group against the wall and just as gently pressed her knee between the girl’s thighs. The sticky purple concoction was clinging to Rachel all over, which made it obvious that it had taken multiple cups, much more than a simple toss to the face.
Rachel moaned through the air. “Wow Rach. You’re really wet down there and it’s so not from slushy.” said the tall blonde leaning into the singer’s center.
At hearing Brittany’s words Quinn grabbed hold of Santana’s hand coaxing her to glance her way. Hazel eyes caught brown and an understanding was passed between them. Both slipped into character almost instantly.
“Rachie,” the blonde HBIC barked.
The small brunette snapped to attention at the familiar tone, locking eyes with her ivory skinned girlfriend. “Yes Q?” She asked without hesitation, but now her voice was meek.
“Did we or did we not have a discussion months ago about who you belong to?” Her stern tone was unwavering.
“Ye-yes,” the glee club captain answered with far less confidence than she’d had mere minutes before. “I’m yours….yours and Santi’s.”
“See now that’s where I’m confused,” Santana said tauntingly. “You say you belong to us, yet here you are throwing yourself at Britts. I don’t blame you for wanting her because…… well I have eyes, but you know better than to let anyone else get all up on you, Rachie.” She nodded to her best friend. “Step off B.”
Brittany sighed in disappointment but still did as she was told. She backed away and took her place by the other cheerleaders. The girl may have seemed somewhat dim to most and at times even her best friends didn’t give her enough credit, however, she was smarter than people realized. She’d had been intimate enough times with the other two cheerleaders to know what they were playing at and she was glad to play along.
“But Santi,” Rachel began to prattle out an explanation, her own character now on in full force, “Britt-Britt was so sad about Artie and I just wanted to make her feel better. She’s too pretty to be so sad.”
“That’s no excuse, Rachie,” the Latina scolded suspiciously. “You can’t go around letting everyone who’s sad touch you. And getting ‘our’ pussy all wet for someone other than us, how is that supposed to make us feel?”
“Now, to be fair S,” Quinn answered, “she did say she had thoughts about Britt too.” She snaked her arm around Brittany’s waist, pulling her in close. Rachel looked on with lust-filled eyes.
“She didn’t even ask permission. She can’t just go disobey the rules whenever she feels like it, even if it is for someone as sexy as B.” Santana couldn’t help the genuine smile that graced her face as she said the last part, looking over at the two blondes embracing.
Quinn made a show of contemplating what had just been said. “She’s right Rachie. We told you before that you can’t go giving our pussy away. At least this time it wasn’t to that dumb-ass giant, but still. You need to apologize and since I’m going to be occupied for a little while,” she paused to rake her free hand over Brittany’s taut stomach; “I suggest you start with Santana. She’s very upset that you misbehaved.” Without another word Quinn lead, a once again cheerful, Brittany into the handicapped stall and promptly bent her over; allowing the taller blonde to grip on to one of the silver rails. Brittany shrieked at the feel of a bite delivered to her mid back.
“Oh, you feel so good Q,” the dancer squeaked in pleasure when she felt the familiar cock invade her cunt without warning.
Quinn looked over her shoulder and delivered a wink and a chilling smirk to her gaping girlfriends before closing the stall door, not even stopping her rough thrusts to do so.
Santana pulled her focus back to the Jewish girl who was now standing in front of her with a guilty look on her face. She was nearly dry now, well from the waist up anyway. “Do you have something to say to me, Rachie?” She asked sharply with her arms folded.
The singer nodded. “I-I’m sorry I broke the rules. I’m sorry I was bad, I didn’t want to upset you.”
“I don’t know if sorry is gonna be good enough. We trusted you to behave, Rachie. You promised that you wouldn’t go around acting like a whore, remember?”
“C-can I make it up to you? Please.” Santana’s hard-on was raging and Rachel couldn’t wait to handle it.
The Latina bit the inside of her cheek trying her best to restrain herself a little longer. “In order to make it up to me, I’d have to give you a treat and to be honest; I don’t think you deserve one.”
“Oh please, Santi? Please,” Rachel begged, dropping to her knees. “Please let me make it up to you. Let me make you feel good.”
“Look at you,” Santana groused, looking down at her diva. “Begging for it like a cock-slut. You really wants up on my cock bad, don’t you?”
Rachel nodded vehemently, leering at the mouthwatering appendage mere inches away from her grasp. “Please.”
“Whose slut are you Rachie?”
“Yours and Q’s,” her tiny lover answered happily. Santana’s cock twitched at the words spilling from the other girl’s soft lips, along with the sounds of moaning and skin slapping skin coming from the other occupants of the restroom. “Can I please suck you off? I promise to do a real good job, Santi.”
The whine crumbled what was left of the Cheerio’s resolve. “Since you asked so nicely.” Rachel lit up like she had just been told Barbra Streisand was signing autographs at the Lima mall. Santana adored her girl’s eagerness. Rachel reached out to palm the erection and quickly brought her lips to kiss the side of the bulbous head. Then without preamble she darted her tongue across the small slit at the tip in order to collect the bit of pre-cum that had trickled from it. She heard the grunts of both her lovers which encouraged her to look up into her fiery Latina’s dark eyes as she took the head of the cock into her mouth. “Shit,” Santana hissed while watching the sight before her. The shorter girl gave a quick rough suck and quickly removed her mouth again. A smoldering look possessed her face as she maintained eye contact. She placed her tongue at the base and trailed her soft wetness up the vein she always relished in paying special attention to. As she watched Rachel’s tongue meet with her mushroom head once more, Santana couldn’t think of a sexier sight than this. This was purely stunning.
Finally the girl on her knees slowly took her girlfriend’s girth in, inch by inch, until every last bit was snug inside. Santana involuntarily bucked her hips forward, which spurred the other girl on more. She began a slow bobbing motion that soon gave way to a faster one. Santana loved that she could feel the head of her cock hit the back of the little singer’s throat without any negative repercussions. She and Quinn had really struck gold with their little star. She closed her eyes as the pressure in her lower abdomen built, though she made sure to clutch at the messy bun that was Rachel’s hair as she did so.
“You always were so good at taking it from behind, Britt,” Quinn belted through the room. Santana chucked and moaned at the same time.
Rachel was gushing from between her legs from all the sex permeating the air. She really did love having her girls’ cocks inside of her, both her mouth and pussy. She craved it in a way that was probably unhealthy if she allowed herself to think about it, which she didn’t. If Rachel hadn’t been indulging in eight inches of pure celestial bliss she could have easily gotten lost in fantasies of being filled in a myriad of ways by her Cheerios.
“That’s my good girl,” Santana whispered, tightening her grip on the up-do; and hearing those words made Rachel want to please her Latina lover even more. She wanted to make her feel as good as she always made her feel and she had the perfect idea how; one that she had been toying with for a few weeks now. Not stopping her motions, she began quietly humming the melody to ‘The Lullaby of Broadway’, as one hand rubbed up and down the back of a thigh and the other messaged the tightening sack bumping her chin. “Fuck babe,” Santana husked as the vibrations tingled up her member, “You have got to be the eighth, goddamn, wonder of the world. This load is about to blow just for you.” The elated diva continued with the melody until she felt the first spurt of her girlfriend’s salty warmth hit the back of her of her mouth and the hefty release cascade in into her throat quickly prompting her to take it all in.
The Latin girl felt a tingly heat set off throughout her body that nearly caused her knees to buckle. If her brain hadn’t been swimming, she may have mentally chastised herself because she knew what Rachel’s blowjobs did to her. She’d long since promised herself to make sure she had a form of sturdy support within inches of her to cling to when the first swell of cum erupted out of her. She attempted to step back so that she could at least lean against the wall, but Rachel wasn’t having it. She leaned in just as quickly as the Cheerleader moved back, wanting to get every last drop. Cumming after one of the future star’s blowjobs was always a lengthy experience as her girl had a way of sucking the cum right out of her. It was like once she thought she was nearly done, more cum came to replace what had disappeared down Rachel’s throat.
The little diva also treasured the feel of her lover’s convulsions as they traveled from her dick to the other various parts of her body and back again and it made it difficult for her to let up. It was all so intoxicating. As a result Santana was forced to let go of the hair in her hands and in turn, bend over enough to grab hold of her girlfriend’s shoulders to keep steady.
When the other girl was able to stand, and she was confident that she’d consumed every last bit of the warm substance, Rachel reluctantly released her hold on her girlfriend’s dick. Looking up from her position on the floor, she asked, “Did I do good? It would have been a shame to waste all of that good cum.”
“You might be a bad girl sometimes, but you’re always so good at making it up to me, Rachie.”
Rachel gave the appendage one last peck in appreciation. “Thank you for letting me have your cum Santi.”
“That’s my girl,” was the answer.
“No, that’s our girl,” Quinn’s stated cheekily. Neither brunette noticed that the blondes had been admiring them since the humming began. Rachel was overjoyed at the praise, which was the one thing she craved almost as much as having the Cheerios’ cocks buried inside of her. “Come give me a taste.” The singer readily scrambled to her feet and lunged into Quinn’s arms; her tongue still covered in the smooth, slippery jizz that had filled her mouth not a minute before. Quinn sucked the cum covered tongue into her mouth, savoring in the distinct taste of Santana. “I see your Santi has forgiven you. Now you have some making up to do with me.”
“I’ll do anything,” the small girl proclaimed in anticipation.
“You’re sure as hell right about that,” was the blonde HBIC’s retort. Rachel was hoping that this was when she’d get to feel her pussy all filled up. Just the thought had her clinching her sticky thighs together.
“Be a good girl for Q and make her feel good,” Santana smiled. Then she grabbed Brittany by the arm and they were off to the stall that had recently been abandoned.
“My little Rachie,” Quinn sing-songed. “What am I going to do about you and your slutty ways? It really hurts that you’d offer yourself up to someone other than your Santi and me when you promised not to.”
“I’m sorry,” Rachel frowned. “I want to be your good girl again.” She propped herself up on the counter and spread her legs to reveal her arousal. “Make me your good girl again. Please, Q?”
“You really are starved for it, aren’t you?”
“I just want to be your good girl again.” Rachel gazed intently at pre-cum oozing out of the once again hardened dick.
The smirk now adorning Quinn’s face was borderline sadistic, causing Rachel to gulp from her position on the countertop. “Oh sweetie,” she cooed. “It isn’t going to be that easy.” Quinn took the few short steps to place herself in between her little girlfriend’s legs. She placed her right hand between the folds of the dripping sex and ran three fingers up and down the length of it, careful to avoid the stiffened bundle of nerves. It took all of the brunette’s will not to attempted to lock her thighs together, effectively holding the hand between her legs in place. “This is about making it up to me, not you getting off.” Rachel whined at the words. “If you had been my good little Rachie, I would be fucking that pussy for all it’s worth right now. Unfortunately you’ve been a bad little slut and I have to treat you as such. Now get back down off the counter, bend over, take a good look in the mirror, and brace yourself.” Rachel slowly removed herself from the counter, though the stickiness of her arousal coupled with the slushy residue made it a little more difficult to do so. For the first time that day, she found herself truly nervous, yet she was still intrigued. They’d never done this before. Detecting some apprehension, Quinn broke character long enough to ask, “Are you okay with this babe? We don’t have to do this.”
“Its fine,” the other girl answered. “I want to try. Just remember the safe word.”
“Papaya. Got it.”
“Okay.”
Slipping back into character, Quinn rubbed the slickness she’d collected from her girlfriend’s arousal and used it to give her member a quick rubdown. “Relax your muscles Rachie. This is going to be a lot more comfortable if you just relax. Because you’re going to take every bit of my cock and I’m not going to stop until I’m good and finished.” Rachel braced herself as she felt the blonde entering her ass slowly. Quinn had only teased her asshole with her fingers for a few seconds beforehand, just enough to loosen her up. She trained her eyes on the mirror, allowing brown eyes to lock with hazel. Quinn began pushing into the constricted passage, her thick cock stretching the tight ring of muscle to an extreme. “Good job, baby. You took every inch like I knew you would,” Quinn groaned as her pelvis pushed against the smooth skin of Rachel’s backside.
It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions for Rachel. It stung but she was surprised that it wasn’t a less pleasant experience. “I told you I’d do anything to be your good girl again,” she said innocently. The light batting of her eyes was not lost on Quinn as she slowly started pumping into the other girl.
“Do the twisty thing again San,” the girls heard Brittany pant out.
Rachel bucked herself backward into Quinn’s thrust because, fuck, Britt-Britt was so right! When Santana did the twisty thing your body turned into a huge ball of rainbow. The thought made her want more of whatever she had right now, which was the painful pleasure of her ass being stretched from the inside by her lover’s beautiful cock. Quinn took her songbird’s actions as a sign to pick up the pace. The display of her girl’s bangs slightly bouncing against her forehead just above craven dark eyes was enough to set anyone off. “You like hearing that huh? Hearing your Santi tongue fuck Britt-Britt like she does for you? It makes you hot,” Quinn’s breathing had picked up as she tried to get herself deeper in her little Starlet.
“So hot,” Rachel admitted through her pants. Quinn brought her head down to Rachel’s back now drilling into her full force. She licked at the singer’s spine, taking in the grape flavor. “Fuck, Q,” Rachel hisses. It wasn’t from the lick, nor was it the intensity she felt in her ass. It was a sound made simply due to the feel of hardened pebbles making contact with her skin. “Your nipples could cut glass.”
“They’re always hard when I’m inside you, Rachie.” Quinn answered shakily.
“San, San, San, San Saaaaan!” Brittany’s breathy moans could be heard throughout the bathroom.
Quinn’s grip on her girl got even tighter as she pounded ferociously into the tight channel. “You’re about to cum too,” Rachel jaggedly stated. “I can see it all over your face.” Quinn reached around to tweak one of her partner’s nipples and smashed her face into Rachel’s back.
The other two Cheerios stumbled out of the stall with the biggest face splitting grins they could muster. Santana was the one to approach the girls at the counter. She placed her body against her blonde girlfriend’s moistened back, as if to give permission for her to let go, that she would keep her from collapsing. With that simple motion she held on tight to the body beneath her as her shaft pulsed while releasing her thick semen. In that moment she felt like she could lose her entire self, right there, in-between her lovers. The loss of control, balance, cum; it was all worth it to be like this. She twitched with as the heat made its way through her lower abdomen. The blonde slumped into Rachel, quickly pulling out just in time to purge what was left of the milky ropes all over her little star’s shapely ass. The noises she made were something new. She didn’t say anything remotely coherent but whatever was falling from those soft pink lips, was pure ecstasy.
Still bent over, legs spread apart; Rachel chewed on her bottom lip and focused on her two lovers in the mirror. “Thank you for filling me up Q. Can I be your good little girl again now?” She asked nervously.
“Baby, you can be my good little girl forever,” Quinn placed a kiss to the small brunette’s temple, bringing forth a satisfied smile.
“So does this mean I get to fuck your ass now?” Santana teased as she ran a finger through a puddle of cum.
“Of course, Santi,” Rachel said bashfully into the mirror. “My ass is yours too.”
“Damn right it is,” she rasped into Rachel’s ear.
As much fun as she was having, she had yet to get off and things like that just didn’t help her need to cum. She wanted so badly to please her girls; however, they made it hard to turn off her arousal when they did little things like that, much less all the other stuff. Brittany asked, “Can I have sexytime with Rachie too?” Well that didn’t exactly help the situation between her thighs either.
“Well that depends on how well our good little Rachie asks for permission,” an exhausted Quinn announced before flipping Rachel back around to face them.
“Use that talented mouth of yours to ask for what you want,” Santana added.
Rachel angled her neck in order to take one of Quinn’s pink nipples between her lips and flicked her tongue across. With her left hand she groped at one of Santana’s dark nubs. Santana couldn’t help but sink her teeth into the smaller girl’s shoulder at the feeling of finger and a thumb foundling her with such rough suppleness. (Somehow, Rachel knew how to pull that contradictory move off every time.) Quinn ended up reaching around and fisting Santana’s ponytail when feeling the small sting from a particularly rough nip. When Rachel let up she looked back and forth between the two, putting her doe eyes on display. “May I pretty please play with Britt-Britt too? She’s so soft and pretty, like my Santi and my Q, and if we don’t play I think she’ll be sad again.”
The cheerleading duo looked over to their third who was wearing nothing but an exaggerated pout. Returning her attention to her little lover Santana stroked the side of her face and said, “Since you were so good at asking you have my permission but, I can’t speak for Q on this.”
Rachel looked to Quinn with hopeful eyes. “Only because you’re my good little, Rachie.”
Brittany clapped her hands in eagerness. Rachel actually jumped for joy and motioned the two in a joint hug. “Thank you Santi. Thank you Q. You’re the best.” She gave each a chaste kiss on the cheek and they were both returned.
“Be sure to give us a good show,” Santana chuckled. The dominate pair stepped away from the other girls, choosing a rare moment to nestle into one another next to the door “Oh and Britt.”
“Yeah?”
“Try not to break her, yeah?”
“I wouldn’t do that. Rach is tiny but she’s a lot more fun than the Barbie I borrowed,” replied the dancer confidently. Santana just gave an adoring snigger. “This is for you okay, Rachie?” Brittany chirped. I already got to cum twice, so the only way left to make me feel good is if I make you feel good.”
“O-okay,” stammered the gleek. The uncertainty Rachel felt was real. She wanted this but she wasn’t sure how hers and Brittany’s interaction would go at this point. Whenever they turned on their roles, Rachel was pretty much a submissive because that’s how they all liked it. It was one of the few times in her daily life she felt comfortable letting go of the control that she clung to in classes, or in glee. She even had Quinn and Santana whipped when they weren’t engaging in sexual activities. But Brittany seemed to be on the submissive side as well and she wasn’t sure how to respond.
Her girlfriends saw the new hesitation. “Do as Britt-Britt says,” Quinn said pointedly. That was the only order she needed to let herself submit to Brittany’s request.
The taller blonde Cheerio gingerly lifted Rachel, ignoring the gooiness of the ejaculate sticking to the girl’s posterior and placed her back atop the counter. Brittany leaned in to suckle a full bottom lip, slightly grazing it with her teeth. Rachel instinctively leaned in closer wanting more contact. They were chest to chest with the brunettes arms loosely draped across the dancer’s shoulders. While her lips lingered, the tall beauty’s right hand began to travel down her side, past her hip and finally down to the warmth of the singer’s center. She slowly stroked the top of the area with her thumb. This made Rachel mew into the dancer’s mouth with torturous delight. She didn’t know how much more teasing she could handle at this point. Brittany separated their lips and in her most sultry voice groused, “Sing for me.”
Rachel furrowed her brow. “Sing?” She normally would never pass up an opportunity to preform, but right now she needed to be fucked. She needed it more than she could articulate which was yet another phenomenon.
“Be a good little girl and do what Britt-Britt says,” the raven-haired Latina said sternly. Quinn was currently peppering sloppy kisses in the valley between her breasts while Santana played with her golden locks.
“What should I sing?” She asked innocently.
“Think about it Rachie. You know the song.” Rachel swore she saw a twinkle in those piercing blue eyes.
The first song that popped into the tiny star’s head was an original song she had written. It hadn’t been much of a hit, and she could admit that it was not very good. But still, Brittany really enjoyed hearing “My Headband” so she’d made a recording of it just for her. She was just about ready to part her lips and let out the first words when the look on Brittany’s face made her switch gears entirely. She had managed to figure it out, even with the slightly added pressure to her sweetest spot driving her crazy. Seeing that it had clicked in her friend’s head Brittany nodded to prompt the other girl to begin.
Rachel was a perfectionist when it came to preforming, and nearly everything else. She practiced until she managed to get it just right. She, in no uncertain terms, allowed shaky uneven syllables to leave her lips when singing. But in this case, she found that she just didn’t give a shit. Sure she was going to display a keen level of her talents, however, even she was going to find it difficult to simultaneously sing and get off. So she opened her mouth and quietly let out the first shaky words.
Do-do you ever-er feel like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind
Wanting to start again
Do you ever feel, feel so pa-a-aper thin
Like a house of cards
One blow from cav-av-ing in
The stroking between her legs had become more rapid. Her hips jerked in response.
Do yo-ou ever feel already buried deep
Six feet under scream
But no-o one seems to hear a-a thing
Do you know that there’s still a chance for you
Cause there's a spark in you
Long slender fingers gently pushed aside protective folds to explore slick warmth, up one wall and then the other.
You just got-t-ta ignite the light
And le-let it shine
Just own the night
Like the Fourth of J-j-july
A thumb lightly grazed her clit then quickly pulled away. For a brief moment the drama queen in her actually thought that the pretty blonde was trying to kill her with all of the taunting but after catching another glimpse of the adulation in her face, she quickly dispelled the notion.
Cause baby you're a firework
Come on show 'em what your worth
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y
Brittany gently pushed Rachel back a little to get a better angle. The brunette took the opportunity to spread herself apart a bit further in hopes to aid in her quest.
B-aa-by you're a firework
Come on let your colors burst
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
You're gunna leave 'em fallin' down-own-own
Two fingers plunged into her constricted depths, causing her to go sharp, not for the first time. She didn’t give a damn.
Yoooo-uu don't have to feel like a wa-a-sste of space
You're original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the fut-t-ture holds
After a hurricane comes a raaaaaaaiiiiinbow
A third finger was added. She couldn’t help but hump at them. The glint in her partner’s eye was merciless. She noticed her two girlfriends approaching out of the corner of her chocolate eyes.
Maybe you're reason why all the doors are closed
So you can ope-open one that leads you to the perfect road
They were sitting on the other end of the counter now. They were taking in the show as well as each other. Rachel’s heart always swelled during the rare occasions when her girls would show one another the same kind of attention that they showed her. Sure they went about it differently but that was the dynamic of their relationship.
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow
And when it's time, you'll know
Santana and Quinn were leaning into one another, each pumping the other’s dick with new purpose. The noises they made pushed Rachel even further along and when Brittany finally reapplied her thumb to pulsing bud, she knew she was at the point of no return.
You just gotta ignite the light
And let it shiiiiiiine
Just ow-wnn the night
Like the Fourth of July
Three fingers pumped in and out of her hard and fast, curling into her every so often. Brittany looked almost predatory with every new thrust. The Brunette kept singing but her mind was lost to the task. She knew her mouth was moving and sound was coming out but all she could hear was her girlfriends’ jovial pants and cheers along with Brittany’s soothing words. “I love to hear you sing Rachie. Keep singing for me. It’s perfect.” The singer knew logically that her attempt at singing was far from perfect at this particular time but she found herself inclined to believe that this was a fantastic performance as a whole. The Cheerio inside of her brought her other hand down to give special attention to the throbbing button so the first could concentrate on filling her completely, stretching her in ways she never thought possible. Say what you want about Sue Sylvester, but she groomed a very dexterous crop of Cheerios.
You're gunna leave 'em goin "Oh, oh, oh!"
She was determined to finish her song, no matter how incredibly hard it was getting to balance, pitch, lyrics, and the heat shooting through her body. A whole hand had managed to fill her and she found the pleasure of it all far surpassed the pain. “You’re a star, Rachie.” Brittany leaned back in to kiss the little singer on the forehead, her fingers kneaded Rachel from the inside Rachel swung her beautifully sculpted legs around the Cheerio, holding her in place.
Boom, (*pant* mhmm) boom, boom
Even brigh-t-ter than the (*pant pant*) moon, moon, moon
Boom, boom, boom
Eve-en brighter (Fuck!) than the mooooon, (Shiiiiit ) moon, moon
“Fucking hell Britt-Britt!” Rachel screamed, as her juices ran down the blonde’s arm. The feel of well-trimmed nails raked across the taller girl’s back, while Rachel simultaneously rolled her hips and arched her back. They stayed that way as she rode out her orgasm. The sheer bliss of it all was just WOW! She wanted to savor the moment because she knew there wasn’t much of a chance of this happening again. In a couple of days Brittany would be back with Artie and she sure as hell would be out of commission. Walking was not going to be something she would do for a few days at very least, once she got home and had time to feel all of the effects of their bathroom sexytimes. All she could manage was a stoic look and a loos smile.
“Damn, B,” said the Latina. “I asked you not to break her.”
“In a good way,” Quinn clarified.
Brittany smiled before cautiously removing herself from the small brunette. Her hand was covered in the girl’s clear essence and of course she had to have a quick taste. “I think this is better than the grape,” she said absentmindedly.
“Ain’t that the truth?” Santana smirked, thinking about how her girl had a hint of sweetness. Whenever her girlfriends mentioned it, Rachel would say that it had to do with her vegan diet and fruit consumption. “Anyway, we have about ten minutes to get our cuddles on before that last bell rings and all the sheep start to wander,” She announced rolling her eyes as she did so.
“We better clean up this mess, get dressed, and get to the locker room,” stated Quinn. “We all need a shower. We look and smell like a grape sex smoothie.”
“And I guess we need to get Rach back into her regular school clothes before we run into Jewfro and have to hose him down…. you know…. after I kick his ass.”
They looked to a still silent Rachel. Quinn snapped her fingers in front of her girlfriend’s face. “Babe? Rach? Oh, wow. Yeah, totally broken.”
“I’m pretty good at Sexytimes,” beamed Brittany.
“Hell yeah you are,” winked Santana. “Good thing nobody can hear what’s going on in here when that door’s closed. Glad nobody tried to get in.”
“Yeah. That would have been awkward,” said the Cheerios Captain. “Our little diva has come a long way from being afraid to fuck in the bathroom, but she would have been mortified.”
“I put up a sign,” Brittany said proudly.
“Good thinking B,” said the Latina. “This one’s always out of order.”
“It didn’t say ‘out of order’.” Brittany pursed her lips.
“What did it say?”
“Unholy Trinity meeting, do not disturb!”
The head Cheerio and her second in command barked out in laughter. People must have been avoiding that bathroom like the plague. Not even teachers wanted to contend with a pissed off Quinn and Santana. Even Sue would have left it alone because she didn’t care what they did as long as it didn’t interfere with winning her Nationals.
Brittany just shrugged her shoulders, not sure what was so funny before she leaned over and whispered something in Rachel’s ear. The brunette’s eyes went wide and her stoic grin was replaces with a manic overexpressed gleam. “I’d like to thank the academy for allowing me this opportunity………”