Update! Verrrrrrry kinky shit here. Do proceed with caution, and if you wish, both hands free. As per a request, Rachel joins in the fun. Not sure how everyone feels about her sticking around. Maybe…maybe not. This IS a Santana/Quinn story, which is why I play with them the most.
Also, you've probably noticed my batshit crazy spacing…That's because I write my stories on my iPhone and can't be bothered to fix it. Here goes, my lovelies:
Brittany sat on the bed in Quinn's room, her arms around Rachel Berry. "I always wanted to see midget tits." she said.
"I'm not a midget, Brittany." Rachel sighed.
"You sort of look like you could be..."
"Just take your clothes off, baby Huey." Rachel said impatiently, tugging at the bottom of Brittany's shirt.
"Behave, Rachel." Quinn called from the door. Santana had her up against the wall, both of them naked. Rachel could hear the shower running. Santana merely looked over her shoulder at them, eyebrows raised as she pulled Quinn into the bathroom with her. "You two have two minutes to get in here." she called as she closed the door.
Rachel shuddered upon seeing the red stripes across Quinn's butt. She turned when Brittany grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down onto the bed.
"Baby Huey?" she asked Rachel slyly. "Does baby Huey know how to do...this?" she growled, digging her fingers into Rachel's hips and pulling the diva up against her crotch. "Bet Barbra Streisand doesn't." she quipped, making more sense than normal.
Rachel could only stare at Brittany, astounded...astounded and turned on. She grabbed Brittany's face and pulled her into a searing kiss.
Meanwhile, in the shower, Quinn shied away from the water. She watched as the Latina's hair was matted down by the stream. The water cascaded down Santana's back, hugging the curvature of her light brown, athletic body beautifully. Quinn counted her lucky stars.
Santana turned to the blonde, grasping her wrists. She pulled her girlfriend under the water, grinning wickedly at the pained look on the blonde's face as the hot water ran over her sore rear end. "San, I don't think I can take the water this hot." she whispered.
"Shoulda been a good girl, then, Fabray." Santana replied, smiling sarcastically.
"You love it." Santana growled, running her fingernails over the welts.
It was painful, but in such a good way. Quinn's lower stomach flushed with heat. Santana leaned in and kissed Quinn, closing her eyes, just feeling the blonde against her. She felt the girl's nipples harden against her skin. The familiar throb between her legs made a return as it so often did when she was near Quinn.
She rolled her eyes remembering the other two girls that were supposed to be in there with them...they were at least five minutes late. "Don't you move, Blondie." she ordered, breaking the kiss and stepping out of the shower to grab a towel.
She went back into the bedroom where Brittany had Rachel pinned down on the bed. They were so lost in each other, they didn't notice the Latina until a palm connected with Brittany's backside. The blonde yelped and hopped off the bed. "Get your ass in the shower, Brittany." she demanded.
Rachel stared up at the Latina, scared she was about to get spanked again. Santana put her hands on her hips. "Berry, why do I feel like you're gonna be more trouble than the blondes?"
"Uh, I , uh, Ummm."
Santana rolled her eyes again. She reached down and grabbed the girl's hand. "C'mon, princess."
She stood Rachel in front of her and stared into her cute little doe eyes. "Here's the way this works, Rachel...you listening?"
The shorter girl nodded seriously.
"Quinn or I say 'jump'?...You ask 'how high?'...any other response will land your sexy little ass in some seriously hot water." Rachel nodded again.
"I'm willing to give you a chance, because Quinn and Brit like you...and I think you're damn cute, too...I never thought I'd see the day where I'd be in a polyamorous...thing, especially with you involved, but it seems to be working and-"
Rachel nodded again...her eyes were a little glassy.
" when the cow jumps over the moon, Barbra Streisand will live to be a thousand." Santana added. Rachel nodded.
"Jesus, Rachel..." Santana sighed, throwing her hands up. "Are you even listening?" she shook her head and grabbed Rachel's hand again, shaking the girl a little.
"Sorry, Santanaaa" she whined when Santana lightly swatted her thigh.
"Where are you, Bambi?" Santana asked seriously.
"I was thinking about how 'Funny girl' would have been better if I was in it, because-"
"Alright, stop it." Santana cut her off, pulling her toward the bathroom. It was no use. Besides, she had some seriously sexy girls in the shower, possibly starting without her.
Santana led Rachel into the bathroom where she was surprised to see Quinn sitting on the toilet, Brittany over her lap, but there was no spanking going on. Quinn had three fingers shoved into Brittany from behind.
"Quinn, didn't I tell you not to move?" Santana asked dangerously. Quinn cocked an eyebrow. "It's my turn, girl." she answered sweetly, a gleam in her eye. Santana grinned, directed Rachel into the shower, and pulled Brittany up. Quinn's fingers made a sucking sound as they slipped out of the other blonde's cunt. "Shower, Brittany." Santana ordered, turning her around and pulling the ponytail holder out of her hair.
She turned back to Quinn, smiling at the giggles coming from the shower.
"On your knees, San."
Santana obeyed and crawled over to Quinn on all fours. Quinn held her wet fingers in front of Santana's face. "Clean them."
"What if I don't?" Santana asked huskily.
"Careful.." Quinn sang softly. "you're not too big for a good spanking."
Santana smiled sweetly and took the soaked fingers in her mouth, licking them clean. She had always loved the way Brittany tasted. Quinn spread her legs and pulled Santana by her hair, directing her wordlessly. She threw her head back with pleasure as Santana's lips found her clit.
"I don't remember telling you...to...touch..meee." she breathed heavily, jerking Santana's face from her pussy. Santana glared at her, reached under her legs and jerked her forward roughly, diving back in with a purpose. She sucked Quinn's clit back into her mouth and ran her tongue along the underside lightly, looking up to watch Quinn squirm.
Quinn grabbed a fistful of the Latina's hair and tugged hard, pulling the girl up. She turned Santana around and swatted her towards the steamy glass doors of the shower. Brittany's hand against the glass was all that was visible from the outside.
Santana practically threw the door open. Rachel was on her knees with Brittany's right leg over her shoulder. She was attempting to eat Brittany out. Though it looked more like... tasting...with the very tip of her tongue... without moving... With her eyes closed.
"And she calls ME baby Huey." Brittany mumbled to the Latina. Another firm swat was earned.
"Rachel, lay on the floor." Santana called gently.
"Brit, kneel over her..I don't want her drowning on the shower floor." she joked.
Quinn hushed Santana. After all, it was her turn.
"Open your mouth Rach...let her grind against your tongue."
It took a moment for them to get situated, but they did. Brittany muffled whatever protest was about to leak from the smaller girl's mouth.
The girls shivered as the shower door opened. Quinn stepped one foot out and grabbed the strap-on from the counter. Santana was meticulous about cleaning it. Putting it away? Not so much.
"Ugh, Quinn, you know I hate when the harness gets wet... It takes forever to dry." Santana groaned.
"Shut. Up." Quinn hissed.
She sat on the floor, moving Rachel's legs so they bent at the knee. She was able to straighten hers out in the extra large, stone tile shower. She motioned for Santana, who was already touching herself at the scene before her, to settle on the dildo.
The Latina did so happily, grinding against it slowly. Quinn watched Santana's ass bob up and down. She grabbed the cheeks and squeezed them, pulling the Latina down on it.
Santana reached forward to push a finger into Rachel's smooth little pussy, but pulled back when the smaller girl jumped and sent Brittany tumbling into her.
"What the hell, Treasure trail? She blurted, glaring at a flustered Rachel. Quinn slapped her ass hard in warning.
"Well, I'm, um, a virgin..."
"Yeahhhhhhh...thought that was one of the reasons you were here, Midget." Santana drawled, like Rachel was retarded, ignoring the warning.
"You're being MEAN, Santana." Quinn whispered harshly. She pushed Santana off her lap. Santana snorted.
Rachel lay on the floor. She took Quinn's hand and was pulled up. The small girl chewed her lower lip adorably.
"Rach?" Quinn asked.
Rachel tried to appear composed as the three former mean girls stared at her. She flipped her hair behind her shoulder and lifted her chin.
"Well, as I'm physically a virgin..." she began. "I thought I might save any penetrative activity for a one on one encounter." She explained.
"Does this mean I don't get any poon-tang?" Brittany asked generally. Santana laughed audibly.
Quinn just smiled as Rachel hesitantly lowered her eyes to the fake dick that hung in front of the blonde.
"Well, you just watch us...then I'll- fuck -you" Quinn whispered. "Is that okay?"
Rachel was in awe at the usually prim blonde's succinct use of the F-bomb. Her knees threatened to give out as her stomach clenched in time with the throb between her legs. She nodded. Despite all the water, her throat was dry.
Quinn turned back to the other two. Brittany was groping Santana, rather roughly, but the Latina knew better than to fight it in front of Quinn. She was sure Quinn would have something to say about her behavior toward the dwarf.
Instead, Quinn came up behind Brittany, put a hand on her hip, one on her back, and bent her over. She took her hand off Brittany's hip and used it to guide the dildo straight into the other blonde's pussy. She grabbed Brittany's shoulders and pulled the blonde back, pushing her forward again as she thrust in. Quinn put a little force behind it and used her hips to bump Santana with Brittany's head. She reached out and grabbed the Latina's nipple, keeping one hand on Brittany's shoulder. She pinched it hard watching Santana intently.
She held Santana's gaze steadily as she stroked in and out of Brittany theatrically until the blonde shuddered and moaned against her.
Quinn pulled out and Brittany sat on the floor, scooting under the other blonde's legs to reach up and slide two fingers into her.
Again, Quinn grabbed Santana by her hair, forcing her to her knees. Santana was eye level with the black apparatus. Quinn pulled her forward and shoved the dildo into Santana's mouth roughly. She fucked the Latina's mouth while Brittany fingered her, pulling Santana hard and enjoying the gagging sounds she made when the tip hit her throat.
Santana hated it when Quinn made her blow the dildo...it was a special punishment reserved for when Quinn was feeling more sexually sadistic than conventional disciplinarian. It was so...dirty and degrading. It also usually meant that she wasn't going to be allowed to come. At least not til later.
She almost regretted spanking Quinn. Almost.
As Quinn orgasmed on Brittany's fingers, she clamped her hands around the back of Santana's head, shoving her false extension as far down the Latina's throat as it would go. She mimicked a guy, jerking it impulsively against Santana's convulsing throat muscles. Santana's pussy was practically drooling. As much as she loved being in charge, there was a part of her that responded to being humiliated, punished, and used. One she never discovered until the first time Quinn dominated her.
The evil toy slipped from her lips and she coughed for air, standing quickly as her hair was wrenched again.
Quinn knelt and put her arms around Brittany, nuzzling her neck before kissing her softly. "Such a good girl." she purred into the other blondes ear, staring pointedly at Santana. She looked over at Rachel. The girl's nipples were hard, her breathing shook her visibly. She had one hand on her breast, the other rubbing her clit furiously. Her lower lip was clamped between her teeth and her wet hair stuck to her forehead. She made bold eye contact with Quinn as she brought herself off, hyperventilating with pleasure.
Santana couldn't remember Berry ever being so hot.
They were all distracted by a loud thump. Brittany had pitched over sideways, bumping her head on the wall. She laid there, eyes closed. Quinn and Rachel began to panic...
"Relax, you two." Santana commanded, turning the water off. She reached down and grasped Brittany by the ear, twisting it sharply. Brittany howled angrily and glared at Santana, if one could imagine Brittany glaring.
"Britt...what did I tell you about saying something if you wanted to nap?" she asked warily. Clearly, it had happened in Santana's presence before.
"That it's not okay to just fall asleep wherever I'm at...that I need to let someone know...that blah blah blah." she retorted smartly. It was all Santana could do not to drag her out and spank her wet ass over the edge of the separate bathtub, but she knew how tired Brittany got after sex, and how cranky she got when tired.
The girls helped Brittany up, dried her off, and put her to bed in the guest room, so they could carry on.
Quinn glared at Santana as she ushered Rachel back to her room.
Santana grabbed her arm as Rachel went ahead. "Why are you so mad, baby?" she whispered. Her throat still sore from earlier abuse.
"You know better than to treat her like that in this situation...San...she falls to pieces over stuff like 'Treasure Trail' and 'Midget' and the way you said them!"
Santana hung her head. She HAD been kind of insensitive. She hated that she cared at all.
"Another apology for Santana." Quinn deadpanned. She took Santana's hand and pulled her in for a sweet kiss. "Collar and leash, baby." she whispered into the Latina's mouth.
"God damn it."
A/N: Ok, now, I know how many of you little suckaz put my story on alert, and there are quite a few of you. As much as I love that you're enjoying my twisted little fantasies, I wrote the next chapter already, and if I don't get some feedback, you're not getting it!