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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Sam_Evans/Noah_Puckerman, Sam_Evans/Noah_Puckerman/Santana_Lopez, Quinn
      Fabray/Finn_Hudson, Sam_Evans/Noah_Puckerman/Quinn_Fabray, Santana_Lopez/
      Brittany_S._Pierce, Sam_Evans/Noah_Puckerman/Brittany_S._Pierce
  Character:
      Sam_Evans, Noah_Puckerman, Brittany_S._Pierce, Santana_Lopez, Quinn
      Fabray, Finn_Hudson
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome_-_F/M/M, Double_Penetration, Prompt_Fill, Infidelity
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-23 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 22021
****** The Mentoring Project ******
by AmyViolet
Summary
     Puck and Sam one day decide to make it their mission to DP each of
     the Unholy Trinity. They succeed.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Sam shakes the last few drops of beer onto his tongue before he drops the can
on the floor and flops back on Puck's bed. He's not drunk, really, just
relaxed. And his tongue feels looser than usual...in terms of stuff he's
willing to say out loud, that is. And what he's saying out loud right now is,
"I have a bone to pick with you, dude."
Puck breaks into a laughing fit. Not a giggling fit, because only chicks
giggle. Sam contorts his neck to look at him without lifting his head and Puck
explains, "Dude, you said bone."
"Oh, ha ha," Sam says. "Of course all I get to do is say 'bone'. I'm sure as
hell not getting to do it with Quinn."
"And that's my fault?" Puck asks as he, too, gets tired of sitting up and flops
down on his back.
"Fuck, yes, it's your fault. You went and knocked her up and ruined her for me
and every guy ever. She is never, ever gonna let me in her hole." See, that's
the kind of thing Sam wouldn't say if he were completely sober. Not so crudely
anyway.
Not that the crudeness fazes Puck in the least. He just says, "Not in the one
that you can knock her up in anyway."
Sam turns on his side to study Puck. "Are you just messing with me? Or are you
saying there's a chance I can get her to blow me?"
"I'm not saying it'd be easy, cause she likes to put on a good show of being
all proper and shit. But Quinn is actually such a cock-hungry little slut that
I'm saying if you play your cards right you can get her to let you fuck her
mouth and her ass."
"Holy shit," Sam whispers. He's pretty sure Puck is bullshitting him, but it's
a nice thought anyway, giving it to Quinn in the ass. A very nice thought, if
his stiffening dick is any indication. "Have you ever actually done that? In
the ass, I mean?"
"You mean to Quinn specifically, or...It doesn't matter, actually; either way
the answer is yes."
"Liar," Sam says, though he's starting to think Puck's for real. He can totally
picture it, in fact: Quinn on her hands and knees, screaming, tits bouncing
like crazy every time Puck slams into her. Shit, he has to roll onto his
stomach before Puck notices his raging hard-on.
"Liar, am I?" Puck asks, amused. "You know how she was saving herself for...I
dunno, Jesus, or her husband or whatever? That was only her pussy—she doesn't
think anything else counts. And you know the only reason she did let me fuck
her pussy that one time?"
"Cause you got her drunk," Sam says. He doesn't approve, he would never do that
to a girl, but at times he almost wishes he didn't have the moral code that
prevents him from doing something like that.
"Bullshit. That's just what she told people. It was because her parents were
out of town and we'd been going at it all weekend. She was too tired to blow me
again and too sore to let me put it in her ass again, but she couldn't get
enough of my cock so she finally told me to just pop her cherry."
"Oh, Jesus." Sam shifts a little bit. Not because he's intentionally grinding
against Puck's mattress or anything, he's just a little uncomfortable is all.
And if the friction from the shift sends a little jolt to his cock, it's
entirely incidental. "What's it like?"
"Anal, you mean?"
"Uh-huh," Sam says, although he actually kind of means any of it.
"It's awesome, dude." He thinks of Quinn's tight little hole gripping his cock,
and how fucking depraved she always looked when she was taking it, and for a
second he thinks he might have to fight Sam to get her back. But he doesn't
want to do that, because Sam's his bro, and he needs bros, especially since he
fucked things up so bad with Finn. "It's like regular fucking but way tighter
and way dirtier. I don't mean, like, literally dirtier, I mean,
like...sluttier. Even if the girl is doing it because she thinks it makes her a
virgin still, it's actually way sluttier."
"How do you, like..."
"You have to stretch it first, and use lube—"
"No. I mean, how do you talk a girl into it?"
"Oh. Depends on the girl. With some of them, like Quinn, it's not that much
harder than talking them into blowing you or letting you fuck their pussy."
"Shit," Sam says, slamming his head face-first into the mattress. "You say it
like those two are easy."
Puck sits up and studies the boy splayed out on his bed. He realizes: "It's not
just Quinn you haven't done anything with, is it? You haven't done anything
period, have you, man?"
Sam laughs bitterly. "And it sucks because I never will. I'm gonna die a
fucking virgin."
"No you're not, dude, shut up. You're hot. If I was ever gonna do a dude I'd do
you."
"You have to say that," Sam protests nonsensically.
"I'm serious, man," Puck says, slapping his ass. "I'm totally taking you under
my wing. I'm gonna be your sex mentor."
Sam rolls onto his back to look at Puck, forgetting momentarily about his
boner. "What does a sex mentor even do? That's not some weird way of suggesting
that I let you fuck me, is it?"
"It means I'm gonna get you laid, dumbass. By girls."
"By 'girls' do you mean 'Quinn'? Because I'm sorta dating her, so if I'm gonna
try to get laid it should be by her."
"We can get you laid by Quinn, but she might not be the easiest chick to start
with. What other girls do you want to fuck?"
"Uh...all of them, duh." He's not really cheating on Quinn by just talking, so
he doesn't feel too bad about this. "But, okay...Santana, obviously.
Brittany..."
"Oh yeah. The Unholy Trinity."
"What?"
"Quinn, Santana, and Brittany. That's their nickname: the Unholy Trinity."
"Right. And you're gonna help me get laid by each of the Unholy Trinity."
"Totally."
"Shit." Sam feels like he's been saying that a lot tonight, but it's only
because this conversation is leaving him at a loss for words a lot. And he's
still not really thinking about cheating on Quinn, because he still doesn't
totally believe Puck is serious. "So wait. Not saying you're a selfish bastard
or anything, but why would you be willing to put the effort into getting me
laid when you could be putting the effort into getting yourself laid?"
"Oh, I'm getting laid too. We're both gonna fuck each of them. DP."
"DP?"
"Double penetration. You fuck one hole while I fuck another."
"Or the same one, maybe?" Sam suggests before he totally realizes what he's
saying. Or maybe he realizes, but it's still all just talking. Or maybe he
doesn't even care anymore, because holy shit that would be hot.
"Both of us fucking the same hole at the same time?" Puck asks, and, holy fuck,
he thinks that sounds hot too. Because no matter how slutty those girls are,
Puck knows from experience that they're all tight as hell, so having any one of
those holes stuffed full of two cocks at once would be fucking amazing. And if
it means his junk touching another dude's he really couldn't care less. "Now
you're thinking!"
Sam kind of doesn't believe he's really even talking about this with Puck, much
less actually planning anything. But just for fun he decides to act like he
thinks it's real, and he says, "So what you we do first? What's the plan?"
"We start planning tomorrow," Puck says, "but here's what we do tonight. I'm
rock hard right now, and you are too, no matter how much you try to hide it. So
we're gonna take care of that so we'll be able to think straight."
"Think straight? Cause what you just suggested sounds kinda gay."
"Dude, we don't have to fuck each other. We're just gonna jerk off...ourselves,
not even each other."
"Okay. But still, I mean...in front of each other?"
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy." Puck pats him on the back. "I'm not some perv, I'm your
sex mentor. Besides, how are you gonna be able to fuck your girlfriend's mouth
while I fuck her ass if you can't even jerk off with me in the room?"
What Sam thinks is, Shit, he's fucking serious. What he should say is something
to indicate that he doesn't really want to go through with this "plan." But
what he actually hears himself saying is, "Dude, she's my girlfriend. I think I
should get her ass."
Puck smirks. "We'll see, Sammy. Maybe I'll let you have her ass. First show me
what you got."
Sam's still not sure why they have to jerk off together, but he guesses that if
he's going to let Puck mentor him—which apparently he is, though he's still not
sure how that happened—he needs to trust him to know what he's doing. Besides,
he really does need to get off now. He opens the fly of his jeans and reaches
inside his underwear, and as long as he keeps his eyes shut he can sort of
forget Puck is even there.
Puck, however, doesn't seem to want his presence forgotten. He says, "Uh-uh,
Sammy," and when Sam opens his eyes he sees that Puck is standing in front of
him, naked, stroking his own cock. He says, "Uh-uh, if you're gonna be all
bashful in front of me this isn't gonna work. Take them all the way off."
Sam doesn't argue, he pulls off his jeans and underwear and drops them on the
floor. And then...Puck didn't specify removing anything else, but Sam doesn't
really want to have to be told to keep stripping, so he goes ahead and pulls
off his socks and t-shirt too. He doesn't want to have to be told to touch
himself either, so he goes ahead and does that too. He keeps his eyes shut,
though, even though he thinks there's a pretty good chance Puck his going to
tell him to open them.
But Puck doesn't tell him to open his eyes. Puck tells him, "Your girlfriend is
such a slutty little cock fiend. We're gonna get her begging you to give it to
her up the ass. But you know which one of the three of them is the biggest cock
slut of all?"
"Brittany?" Sam guesses, as the distinct image of Brittany's head between his
legs pops up in his mind.
"Fuck yeah, Brittany. She'd kill to have both our cocks at the same time. She
loves everything about cocks. And jizz. Christ, that chick loves to swallow.
She gulps it down like it's fucking...chocolate milk or something."
Sam's jerking hard now, picturing—practically feeling —Brittany's mouth on his
cock, trying to suck him dry, trying to drink his chocolate...no... "White
chocolate!" he gasps as he shoots his load of creamy white chocolate milk not
into Brittany's eager mouth but onto his own abs.
And then he hears "Fuck yeah!" and feels another hot, creamy load splatter on
his abs, and while he doesn't exactly want to look at the person standing over
him, the knowledge of who it is really doesn't bother him, strangely. He's too
preoccupied picturing Brittany happily licking up all their mingled jizz off
him. And he knows, now, that they are really going to go through with this plan
to double penetrate each of the Unholy Trinity.
***** Chapter 2 *****
They talk constantly about their plan, at least whenever they're alone
together. (And yeah, maybe it's not strictly just talking, as all their
conversations end pretty much the way the first one did. It strangely doesn't
really get old.) Sam leaves most of the tactical planning to Puck and takes his
word for what's likely to work and what isn't.
He won't concede, however, that going after Brittany first is the best idea.
It's not that he doesn't believe Puck when he says she'll be the easiest of the
three, it's just that he's scared of Quinn finding out. If she finds out Sam
cheated on her, then she'll really never let the two of them do her. But Puck
is adamant that they need to work their way up to Quinn.
The two of them actually reach sort an impasse over the issue. Eventually they
agree to spend time with both girls, as much as they can, and as soon as they
see an opening with either one—as soon as Puck sees an opening with either
one—they'll go for it. Puck will go for it and Sam will follow his lead.
Anyway, it surprises them both when Santana ends up being the first.
They're at Brittany's, all of them, plus most of the rest of the football
players and Cheerios. It's not a party, exactly, because Britt's parents are
surprisingly scrupulous about not letting teenagers drink in their house. But
there's always plenty of sex, which her parents are totally chill about, so
everyone comes over after games a lot of the time anyway.
There's music playing, and Sam is dancing with Quinn. Puck is making out with
some other Cheerio, but he's only got half his mind on her at best; he's
actually keeping a close eye on his boy Sam so he can move in and help if
there's any opportunity.
Sam's doing pretty well with Quinn, he thinks. She's letting him brush her hair
back and kiss her neck and even whisper to her that she's super pretty. (And he
remembers to say pretty, and not hot.) She lets him pull her close, and she
doesn't freak out when it becomes obvious that he's sporting a boner. She
doesn't do anything about it, but the fact that she's not running or pushing
him away is a pretty big victory.
The problem is he has no idea what to do next. He guesses he should try to get
her to go somewhere more private with him, one of the many conveniently
secluded spots in the Pierce house. Puck will be pissed, but, well, they never
agreed that Sam couldn't fuck her by himself first. She is his girlfriend,
after all. And Puck'll be all right. That Cheerio he's barely paying attention
to has already let him get to second base.
But the thing is...he kind of needs Puck. Yeah, Quinn is his girlfriend, but if
he knew how to get in her pants he wouldn't have embarked on this crazy-ass
mission with Puck in the first place.
Predictably enough, he panics and totally blows it. He tries to reach under her
top...they're not even alone, for Christ's sake, and he doesn't even know what
he expected. Well, he expected pretty much exactly what happens: she slaps him
and storms off. He tries to apologize, he offers to drive her home at least,
but she won't even talk to him. He ends up standing on the front porch watching
her leave with Finn, who she's probably going to dump him for, he thinks. God
damn it.
Puck is there too, he realizes after she's gone. Sam expects him to bawl him
out for fucking up so bad, but Puck just says, "Go to Plan Britt?" and Sam
nods.
Plan Britt is the direct approach. Sam's skeptical, but Puck swears it'll work.
He leaves Sam on the porch and returns a few minutes later with Brittany. "Puck
said you guys need my help with something?"
Even though her question/statement is addressed to Sam, Sam lets Puck do the
talking. And he instantly regrets it, because the very first thing he says is,
"My boy Sammy here is a virgin."
"Puck!" Sam doesn't think total honesty is necessary.
Brittany looks him up and down. "Why?" she asks. "He's super hot. I'd do him."
Sam smiles despite his embarrassment, and Puck smiles too. "He's just shy, I
guess," Puck explains. "That's why we were hoping you could help us out."
"Wait, what do you mean us? I know you're not a virgin, Puck."
"Right, but see, I'm sort of Sammy's—"
"Partner," Sam says. He doesn't want to give Puck the chance to say mentor,
because that makes it sound like Sam needs sex lessons or something. Which,
okay, maybe he does, but he doesn't want Brittany to know that.
Unfortunately he doesn't realize until Brittany giggles that partner probably
sounds worse, actually. She says, "Oh my god, you two are sex partners? That's
so hot."
"Not like that," Puck says, giving Sam a look telling him to keep his mouth
shut from now on. "More like...we're looking for a girl who can take us both
together, make Sammy's first time really awesome."
"Oh my god, I can totally help you with that!" Brittany exclaims, and she
actually claps her hands in excitement. "You mean like one of you in her ass
and one of you in her cunt?"
Sam is speechless, but Puck manages to nod and say, "That'd work."
"You don't mind if I'm there, do you?"
"We don't mind at all, Brittany," Sam says earnestly. "We would love for you to
be there."
"Yay!" She claps again, this time bouncing up and down. "Can you give me, like,
five minutes? Maybe ten?"
"Absolutely," Sam says.
Brittany says she'll meet them in her room. Puck's been there before so he
doesn't have to ask where it is. Sam wonders a little why Brittany doesn't just
go there with them, like what it is that she needs to do first, but Puck tells
him don't even start wondering what Brittany is thinking, because it's almost
always something you'd never guess. Like maybe she doesn't want to leave her
guests unsupervised and so she's deputizing her cat or something.
It turns out that Puck is right—not about the cat, but about the fact that Sam
never, ever would have managed to figure out what Brittany was thinking.
Because when she joins them in her room, she's not alone. She's dragging
Santana in behind her.
Puck wasn't actually expecting this either, but he's not nearly as surprised as
Sam is. He knows there's a lot going on between those two that they don't want
to be public knowledge—or Santana doesn't, anyway. He's pretty sure Brittany
doesn't think it's unusual at all. He whispers to Sam, "This has the potential
to be really awesome, if you just play along. And after tonight you have to
forget—"
"After tonight you have to forget that any part of today happened at all,"
Santana cuts in. "This week went straight from Thursday to Saturday. Got it?"
Sam nods vigorously. "Totally. I didn't score any touchdown, I didn't make
Quinn slap me, and I've never been in Brittany's bedroom."
Santana gives him a tight smile. She seriously can't believe some of the things
she does for Brittany. Santana, you know what would be hotter than seeing you
take a cock? Seeing you take two!
Puck is a good lay, he always gets her off, so she doesn't mind letting him
fuck her. Especially since she knows how much Brittany gets off on seeing her
get fucked. Sam, though...a virgin for Christ's sake! At least he won't tell
anyone about this—not if he doesn't want to deal with a hissy fit from his
sexually repressed so-called girlfriend.
Brittany backs her up against the wall, kisses her neck, works her hand up
under her top. "You want this, San?" she whispers. "You wanna take two huge
cocks at the same time?"
Santana closes her eyes and concentrates on Brittany's hands and mouth on her.
She can't stop her snarky reply, though: "Just because Blondie has ginormous
lips doesn't mean he's big where it counts."
Sam hears and blushes. Not that he's thinking of backing out, but he really
hopes Santana isn't going to be like this the whole time.
Brittany turns her head, looks at the bulge in his jeans and smiles. "He is,
Santana, you can tell," she says. "Just look." Santana glances over but doesn't
say anything. "Come here, Sam," Brittany beckons. "Santana needs a closer
look."
Sam walks over and Brittany gets his pants off. She trails her fingers up and
down his cock, and it turns out she was totally right (like Santana ever should
have doubted her when it came to a question on cocks!): he's huge. As huge as
Puck, even. Fuck, and soon Santana is going to have one of them in her ass.
Still stroking Sam's dick, Brittany turns back to Santana and whispers, "I
think you owe someone an apology."
"Sorry, Britt," Santana whispers back, although she knows full well that's not
what Brittany is getting at.
"Kiss it and make it better," Brittany whispers. "Come on, San. Do you have any
idea how hot it gets me, seeing you with a gigantic cock in your mouth? Or in
your pussy?"
Santana does know how hot it gets her. "Or in my ass?" she whispers back.
"Your ass!" Brittany has forgotten to keep whispering. "My god, Santana, your
ass!" She spins the two of them around, so now Brittany's the one with her back
to the wall and Santana's got her back to the guys. She hikes Santana's skirt
up to her waist and slides her hands under her panties. "Guys, is Santana's ass
amazing or what?"
"Totally amazing," Puck stammers.
"Uh-huh," is all Sam manages, because Jesus Christ. It's the firmest, roundest,
most irresistible girl's ass he's ever seen. Not that he's seen any others up
close like this, and especially not being fondled by another hot girl!
"So hot." Brittany's whispering in Santana's ear again. "I wish I could fuck
you in the ass."
"You can," Santana tells her. And she has, many times.
"Yeah, but I can't...I don't have a cock that I can feel you squeeze, feel you
clench around. You're so hot when you're taking my strap-on up the butt, but
it's not..."
"I know, baby." Santana has never, ever wished Brittany had a real
cock...except for the fact that she knows Brittany sometimes wishes she did.
"You don't have to do this, you know," Brittany tells her. "You don't have to
let them both fuck you—you don't have to let either of them."
"I want to, Britt-Britt," Santana says, and she's not lying. Yeah, she can kind
of take dick or leave it, but she'd do anything to make Britt look at her the
way she does when she's getting nailed. And besides...Puck, at least, actually
is pretty good.
"Yeah? I hope you come really hard on their cocks. I love to watch you come."
"I'll do my best," Santana says. "Any particular incentive you wanna offer me?"
"You know I'll make you come again when it's just you and me."
"Yeah?"
"Totally," Brittany says. "Plus you know how much I'm gonna want to lick up all
the spunk they shoot in you."
"Oh fuck," Sam says. He's been trying not to interrupt—mainly because he's
afraid they'll stop talking dirty to each other if they remember he and Puck
can hear them—but this is just too fucking hot for him to control himself.
"You're gonna suck our jizz out of Santana's pussy, Britt?"
Brittany winks at him. "And her ass," she adds.
"Fuck," Puck says. He's supposed to be the worldly one or whatever, the mentor,
but Brittany has managed to make his brain explode.
Santana smirks at the boys, but it's not a mean smirk. She can't really be too
condescending to them when Brittany has the exact same effect on her. "I guess
I'd better start sucking some cock," she tells Britt. "Before these guys shoot
their wads without even touching me."
"Go get, 'em, babe," Brittany says, playfully swatting her ass. And she steps
back, because she really does just want to watch, at least for now, at least
until she and San are alone.
Santana turns to Sam and says, "It's too bad you can never, ever tell anyone
you got your first blowjob from the second-best cocksucker in Allen County."
"I'm totally okay with keeping it our little secret," Sam says earnestly,
wondering who the first-best is.
Santana chuckles and drops into a squat in front of her with her knees spread
wide. Brittany likes to see her like this, she knows; she always says how much
sluttier she looks this way than merely kneeling, how the position spreads her
open so much more.
Sam's cock is right in front of her face. It's so hard, and it's standing up so
tall, that she can't help but admire it. Brittany's always been a fan of huge
dicks, and her enthusiasm is sort of infectious. And anyway Sam is so damn
eager he'd be fun no matter what his dick looked like.
He's so eager that she hears his breath catch before she's even touched him; he
can't have felt anything yet other than maybe the air moving around, or the
warmth from her mouth. She's gotta go really slow, she realizes, or he's going
to be spewing within seconds.
Oh Jesus, Santana's good with her mouth. Sam was starting to think—well, with
all that weird stuff going on between her and Brittany, he was starting to
think maybe Santana didn't even like guys. But, fuck, she must, because she's
licking every inch of his cock, slowly, like she's trying to savor it. It's
actually kind of frustrating, almost, how slow she's going—but it's probably
best if he wants to last long enough to fuck her.
He really is using all his self-control to, like, let her set the pace—he knows
she knows what she's doing way more than he does—but when she finally, finally
wraps her lips all the way around him he kind of can't help but lock his
fingers around the back of her head and pull her closer. She makes a muffled
noise of surprise, but instead of trying to pull back she grips his ass and
starts to really suck.
Puck loves to watch Santana suck dick. If he didn't already know how good she
was it, the blissed out look on his boy Sam's face would leave no question. The
only thing he doesn't like about the current situation is that he's the only
one who's not involved yet. Even Brittany—she's in a chair by herself, but even
she has a hand up her skirt, fingering herself.
His pants are awfully tight, so he opens them to relieve a little of the
tension and let Puckzilla breathe. He gets on his knees behind Santana and
presses his cock against her ass, making her moan around Sam's dick. He pushes
her top up and unhooks her bra without bothering to try to take it off and
rocks against her ass while he squeezes her tits. And not that those babies
weren't pretty great last year, but God bless the man who invented the boob
job.
Puck sucks on the fingers of one hand for a minute—he'd totally shove them in
Santana's mouth if it weren't occupied—while reaching inside her panties with
the other and separating her cheeks. Her ass is at least as amazing as her
tits, and as far as he knows it's all natural. Hard to believe, really, that an
ass so perfect for fucking just got that way on accident. Without being too
gentle—he doesn't want to hurt her or anything; he just knows how much she can
take—he works a wet finger into her tight little opening.
Santana lurches forward on Sam's cock as she feels Puck shove a finger up her
ass. Sam grabs the back of her head harder and thrusts into her mouth. He's
muttering something about how great she is, but Santana's only interested in
seeing if Brittany's watching.
Brittany is watching. Her girl is so hot—she's so proud of her. "So good," she
tells her when she sees Santana look to her for approval. "So good, baby. Sammy
can't hold out much longer. Make him come, San, make him shoot in your mouth
and swallow it for me."
Hearing Brittany say that almost makes Sam come on the spot, but he says, "No!"
He doesn't actually stop fucking into her mouth, but he does remember, "I want
to fuck her..."
Santana chuckles to herself: she's pretty sure she can manage to get him hard
enough again to fuck her, even if she makes him blow now. She swirls her tongue
around the head a couple more times just for fun before she starts bobbing her
head up and down, sucking him in earnest. His cock is really long. She doesn't
feel like deep throating him and it's not like she needs to (though she would
if Britt told her to), so that leaves quite a stretch of shaft for her to
stroke with one hand while she cups and then massages his balls with the other.
It's too much, it's too perfect, Sam can't possibly hold off any longer.
Santana's mouth by itself would be enough to pull him over, probably—it's like
a sloppy, wet vacuum cleaner—but then there are her hands too...jerking him,
playing with his balls, gripping his ass...
The hand on his ass is actually Puck's. It doesn't occur to him until it's
already there that it might seem a little gay. But it's not, actually: he just
thinks it'll be really hot to see his sex protégé come in someone's mouth—a
girl's mouth—and he wants to help bring about that result. And it is, it's
totally hot when he drops his head back and goes, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" and squeezes
Puck's shoulder, probably not realizing whose it is.
It's like a dam breaking when Sam has no choice but to let go. Conscious
thought leaves him and his body acts on pure instinct and fuck is that instinct
good. The pleasure just rips right through him and fills him to bursting and
gushes out his dick into the mouth of the hottest, most perfect girl ever.
His faculties return to him just in time to remember the last thing Brittany
said, and he opens his eyes and look down to see Santana swallow his load. She
licks the remaining drops off his softening cock and it sends shivers through
him. His knees are totally weak and he seriously has to sit down for a minute.
He retreats to the edge of the bed, and he's glad he is sitting when he sees
what Brittany does: she walks over and takes Sam's place in front of Santana,
but on her knees. She pulls Santana's top off, and her bra, and she massages
her tits while Puck seems to be poking around in her ass.
"How was he?" Brittany asks softly, and Santana answers, "I saved you some"
half a second before the girls have their tongues in each others' mouths,
swapping spit and, evidently, some fluids of Sam's. He feels like his brain
would explode at the sight except that he needs a little break from explosions,
at least for a couple minutes.
Brittany breaks away from the kiss with an obscene slurp and asks, "You ready
to have your other holes stuffed full? You want some lube, or you want Puck to
rim you?"
"Puck doesn't like to give rim jobs," Santana says. Brittany's the only one who
likes to rim her. That's probably why her rim jobs are the best. Well, that and
because it's Brittany.
"That's stupid!" Brittany exclaims. "If he likes to fuck your ass then he likes
to rim it. Right, Puck?"
"Yeah, totally," Puck agrees. He knows when not to argue with Brittany. "I love
everything about Santana's ass."
"See?" Brittany tells her. "Bend over for him. Bend over the bed and spread
your legs."
Santana stands and Brittany pulls her panties down, helping her step out of
them. Neither bothers doing anything with the skirt, which is still hiked up
around her waist. "So hot," Brittany says. She runs a hand up the inside of
Santana's leg, up the inner thigh, and she knows this is supposed to be about
helping the guys out and not about her, but she kind of can't help it, and soon
her tongue is working her way up the inner thigh too. She just wants a tiny
taste, because Santana is so fucking delicious.
Her tongue teases at Santana's folds, just a little, but it's enough to make
Santana whine and wrap her arms around Brittany's head in a death grip. She's
so wet—it always amazes Brittany how wet Santana can get. She slides her tongue
inside her pussy to lick up some of those juices. The only thing she avoids is
the clit, because making Santana come now—as much as she'd love to—would be
really unfair to Sam and Puck.
Santana doesn't actually care too much whether it would be unfair; Brittany's
tongue is making her crazy, and it's only going to keep making her crazier and
crazier until she comes. She know Britt doesn't want her to yet—because when
Britt wants her to she makes her—but she tries anyway, she tries humping her
face, she tries using her own fingers...all she succeeds in doing is making
Brittany to pull away from her and whisper, "Be good, San. Wait till the guys
are in you."
She pouts at Brittany, because she really doesn't want to wait. But she does
want to make Brittany happy, and so she bends over the bed like she was told to
do a couple minutes ago.
Puck kneels behind her again and licks up the inside of her leg, following the
wet trail Brittany left. As he gets closer to her core the wetness isn't so
much Brittany's spit as Santana's own fluids, and he takes a quick detour on
his way to her ass to plunge his tongue in and out of her warm, juicy cunt a
few times.
Santana moans and bucks forward when he does so. Sam brushes her hair back to
see her face, and she's so hot...so beautiful, really. He leans down to kiss
her: he kisses her forehead, and her cheek, and when he sees her lips part and
her tongue peek out he lays his face next to hers on the mattress and kisses
her hard, his tongue pushing back almost into her throat. She kisses him back
just as hard, still moaning, until she has to pull away for air.
Brittany's standing a couple feet off to the side behind Puck, and she says,
"Sammy, come here, you've gotta see this." She positions him in front of her
and they both watch Puck, holding Santana's ass cheeks apart, as he slowly
licks toward her hole. They all gasp—not just Santana—softly when he finally
reaches the outside of it, and then again loudly when he finally pushes in.
Soon he's pushing in hard, really fucking her ass with his tongue, jostling her
whole body against the bed with every thrust. "Isn't she hot?" Brittany asks
softly into Sam's ear. She glides her hands under his t-shirt and strokes his
chest and abs. "I can't wait till you start fucking her."
"Me too," is all Sam can say.
Brittany kisses his shoulder and plays with one of his nipples. "I bet you
can't. I bet you're hard again already." She slides her hands down to check,
and her guess was totally right.
"You're not make me come again before I get to, are you?" Sam asks. But even as
he "protests," he's pushing against her palm. He knows that if she wants to
make him come again he's helpless to stop it, and really he's okay with that.
"Not too much longer, I don't think," Brittany says as she continues to stroke
him lightly. He has such a nice cock. She kind of wishes he and Puck had asked
to fuck her. But she can't blame them for choosing Santana, not in the least.
"How are you doing baby?"
Puck knows Brittany isn't talking to him, so he doesn't pull his mouth away
from Santana's ass to answer. He's holding her open with two fingers now, which
is allowing him to really fuck his tongue in there deep. He thinks she's almost
ready; he dips a couple fingers into her pussy to spread the extra moisture to
her ass.
"Fuck!" Santana shouts. It's an answer to Brittany's question, sort of, even
though it's mainly a reaction to Puck's fingers near her clit.
Brittany lets Puck finger and lick her open for just a minute or so more before
she nudges him out of the way and moves Sam into position before Santana.
"So...which, uh...?" Sam was pretty sure Puck was going to get her ass, but now
here he is, looking right at it, so...
"My pussy," Santana says quickly. If he weren't totally hung and totally
inexperienced—if he were just one or the other, say—she might let him in her
ass, but she really doesn't want to get hurt.
"You want Sam in your pussy?" Brittany asks. "Are you all wet for him?"
"Why don't you find out?" Santana asks, squirming in anticipation of Brittany
touching her. And then she feels two sets of fingers—Sam's as well as
Britt's—and the larger set starts to flick experimentally at her clit, making
her buck against them. She's ready, she's beyond ready, she wants it now. "See?
All ready. Come on, Sam, do it."
"So hot, Santana. I love it when you beg for it."
"I'm not begging for it," Santana corrects her, because as much as she likes to
make Brittany happy, she doesn't beg guys for it.
"Oh, you're not? So Sammy can feel you up a little first? Taste you first?"
"Brittany..." That's not what she meant, and Brittany knows it. She already
said she was ready...
But she's too late. Sam's kneading her ass cheeks; he's pulling them apart and
toying with her hole. And then he's on the floor behind her, sucking a hickey
into her inner thigh. Soon his fingers are back in her pussy, pushing in and
out, totally dragging across her clit with each in and each out, and...and it
feels like he knows what he's doing even if he probably doesn't really, and
he's no Brittany or anything obviously, but she really is in danger of coming
too soon now, which she knows would disappoint Britt, so she breaks down and
says, "I am, I am begging for it. Fuck me, Sam, please!"
Sam scrambles to his feet and pauses for a second in case she wants to roll
onto her back or something. Well, maybe more like half a second, because the
prospect of taking her from behind while she's bent over the bed is really,
really appealing. He stands behind her and rubs his hands up and down her back,
but before he can do anything else, Puck is standing next to him and puts an
arm around his shoulder. "You should probably lay on your back and let her ride
you," he says.
"Yeah, but...I mean..." He gestures helplessly at Santana, at how she's all
bent over in front of him waiting to take his cock, and it's not that...he's
sure that her riding him would be awesome too, but...
"It's his first time, Puck," Brittany reminds him. "Let him enter her how he
wants. They can rearrange themselves in a few minutes so you can get in too."
"Fair enough," Puck says, patting him affectionately on the shoulder. "Go get
'er. Just don't come right away."
Sam grips Santana by the hips and looks down at her for a minute. And Jesus, he
kind of can't believe this is it, his first time, with her. And with Puck and
Brittany watching, which honestly makes him a little nervous, not to mention
the warning not to come too soon. But he pushes the nerve-wracking thoughts to
the back of his head and thinks about how he's about to lose his virginity,
about how a couple seconds from now his cock is going to be squeezed inside
that tight, sweet little cunt.
And, oh Jesus, it's so sweet pushing in there. It's like...a secret that he's
just discovered...and why did no one tell him it's this good, because he would
have been doing nothing but this for his whole life if he'd known. And yeah,
everyone said it was good, but they had no idea—either that or they
intentionally downplayed it to make teenagers think other things were important
too, like school or whatever. Once again he's working on pure instinct as he
slams in and out and in and out and oh Jesus fucking fuck it's good...
"Okay, okay, okay..." he hears Puck say, and he feels him grip him by the
shoulders. "Time to get on your back, Sammy, before—"
"No, please, it's so good! Santana, do I have to?" Because he's done taking
orders from anyone but her. And from her only because no matter how awesome it
is he's not a rapist.
"Yeah, baby. But—uh!—don't worry, I'll—uh, fuck!—I'll climb right back on, I
promise." She has to admit, Sam's good, especially for a first-timer.
Enthusiasm: it really does go a long way. And size. And the way Brittany's
licking her lips while watching them.
He pulls out reluctantly and gets onto his back as fast as he can. Thank god
Santana wasn't lying when she said she'd climb right back on: she straddles him
and sinks onto his cock in a single fluid motion.
Brittany is going to come before anyone, Santana thinks as she sees how fast
the girl's hand is moving inside her panties. It's amazing how worked up she
gets just watching...well, her—Santana thinks it's from watching just her, that
the guys are incidental. That's how she likes to think of it anyway, and when
Brittany locks eyes with her and mouths the words so fucking hot she's able to
believe it.
Puck steps out of his clothes and approaches the foot of the bed. Before he can
get up there with the other two, Brittany tosses him some lube, which is good
since most of his spit has probably dried by now. He kneels behind Santana and
slicks up her asshole as she rocks back and forth on Sam's cock.
And fuck, this is it. Santana's so full already—Sam feels bigger than he looks;
he feels bigger in her pussy than he felt in her mouth. Puck is going to feel
bigger in her ass than anything, she knows.
He pushes in slow, thank god, and he doesn't quite hurt her but it's so much.
She's taken him in the ass a couple times before, and that in itself is a lot,
but with Sam already filling her pussy it's just...she's not sure she can...She
whimpers and calls, "Brittany? Britt-Britt?"
Brittany's there next to her instantly, stroking her hair, whispering in her
ear, "What is it, baby?"
"I just..." She doesn't want to say she can't. She knows Brittany wouldn't make
her, but she doesn't want to let her down. And it's not even just that Brittany
would be disappointed if she doesn't, it's that she'll be so happy if she does,
and that's what Santana wants. So she doesn't want the guys to stop. She wants
to do this; she does. She just wants some...help? Encouragement? "Stay here?"
she asks. "Hold my hand?"
"Of course, baby." Brittany laces their fingers together, keeps stroking
Santana's hair with her free hand. "You're doing so good, baby. So hot. You
know it's okay if—"
"I know," Santana says, wincing a little as Puck's massive cock inches farther
into her ass. "I know, but I just want you to keep telling me how good I'm
doing."
"Can I tell you how hot you're making me too?"
"Totally."
Brittany stays there the whole time Puck's working his way into Santana's ass.
He's only slightly curious what they're talking about. Partly because it seems
private—to the extent you can have a private conversation with your best
girlfriend while getting fucked by two dudes—and partly because there's nothing
he cares about more at the moment than her sweet, sweet ass. God, it's so
tight.
Sam totally didn't realize, when Puck brought up the DPing plan, how amazing it
would be. Like, he knew it sounded all dirty and kinky and stuff. But he didn't
really get that he would be able to feel Puck's cock in the girl's ass while
his was in her pussy. And that's just—it was mind-blowing enough when Santana
was only half as full as she is now, when Sam felt his own movements and hers,
but now he feels those of another person fucking her.
Santana dutifully works herself up and down both boys' cocks, riding them both,
and Puck lets her until she doesn't seem hesitant anymore and he knows she's
adjusted to having them both in her. And then—Puck really likes it best when he
can set the pace, and the pace he likes to set is the one that's as brutal as
the girl he's fucking can handle. And so he holds her hips still and starts
fucking into her ass faster and faster.
He's careful, of course, because he doesn't want to hurt her (or Sam for that
matter) and he knows this has got to be harder on her than regular fucking. But
he's not too careful, because he knows Santana likes it rough, and more than
that he knows Brittany likes to see Santana take it rough. And he knows that if
he accidentally steps out of line, neither one of them will hesitate to tell
him so. Especially Brittany.
Santana's movements change, and her yelling gets loud, and it takes Sam a
little while to realize that she's not really riding him anymore, she's given
herself over completely to Puck's fucking. And Sam can't really do anything
either, not with two people on top of him, one of whom is setting a pace he
could never keep up with. But it's awesome, Santana's twat gripping him so
tight, jerking his cock so furiously—Puck's cock grinding against his own
through the surprisingly thin layer of skin or membranes or whatever it is that
separates a girl's pussy from her ass.
"Santana, baby, you're so beautiful. Look at you taking those cocks. God, these
guys are so lucky, I wish I was both of them. I can't wait for them to fill you
with their come so I can slurp it out of you—"
"Oh god, Britt!" Santana comes, and she comes hard. Every muscle in her body
tightens and she goes completely rigid...and then she's thrashing and screaming
and swearing and...she doesn't even know, biting someone, she thinks...
The whole bed shakes violently, the headboard slams against the wall so hard
that Sam is pretty sure they're going to break through to the next room.
Santana's cunt squeezes his cock super hard, pulls it farther in...even pushes
it out, and when he tries to reenter it's like her walls have clamped shut
completely. He can't just not do anything, so he rubs against her frantically,
begging to be let back in, and of course what he's actually rubbing against is
her clit, making her come even harder and making her walls shut even tighter.
Puck hasn't been evicted, but he has given up any semblance of being in
control. He just lets Santana's clenching ass jerk and milk him as he lets go
with a stuttering cry and unloads into her.
Santana keeps coming for, like, hours...or maybe it's just minutes, but they're
the longest minutes Sam has ever endured...before she slows down enough to take
a break and he manages to push his cock back inside her cunt. His orgasm starts
the second he's back in, and he sprays his white, sticky juices all over the
contracting muscles that expelled him moments ago. And this time they keep
contracting on him, refusing to release him after he's spent and oversensitive.
It tickles, actually, and between that and the joy of having just had sex, Sam
starts to laugh. Puck and Santana—when she's finally relaxed from her own
orgasm—look at him like he's crazy. But Brittany seems to get it, and she
ruffles his hair while they laugh together. They laugh hard, and it's a long
time before their laughter dies down. When it's done, Brittany pats his
shoulder and says, "I hope you had a nice first time."
"It was amazing," Sam says.
"Good. Cause you and Puck have to leave now. Santana and I have some stuff to
do in private." Santana smiles at this and squeezes Brittany's hand.
Puck gets up first; followed by Santana, who only scoots to one corner of the
bed and covers up with a sheet; and then Sam. Sam suddenly feels weird about
being undressed in front of three people, but Puck's not looking at him, and
Brittany and Santana are only looking at each other. They're only looking at
each other to the extent that he wonders if he and Puck should even say good-
bye once they're dressed. They do, but the reply they get is pretty dismissive.
If he weren't totally grateful for what just happened, he might actually be a
little disappointed at not getting to stay for what's about to happen next.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Even though Brittany isn't the first, she is the easiest, just like Puck said.
She's so easy that they don't even have to ask her; she asks them. Right in the
middle of glee practice, right in the middle of a song Rachel is singing to
Finn, she turns around and asks Sam, "So remember what you and Puck did for
Santana on Friday?"
Sam is sitting next to Quinn, and he starts to panic. "Uh..."
Brittany, not waiting for an answer, continues, "Can you come over after school
and do the same thing for me?"
Santana scowls at her and says, "Brittany, you and me have plans after school."
"Oh, right," Brittany says. "Tomorrow then?"
Quinn is starting to look really pissed, but luckily for Sam, Rachel is even
more so. She signals to the band to quit and marches over to Brittany. "I'm
sorry. Is my pouring my heart out through song interrupting your conversation?"
"Kinda," Brittany answers. "But don't worry about it, we're all used to it."
Sam thinks he's off the hook but Quinn turns to him and demands, "What do you
do with Santana Friday night?"
"Not with me, Miss Priss, for me," Santana answers for him. "He and Puck fixed
the head gasket on my car."
"Really." Quinn stares hard at Sam. "Do you even know what a head gasket is?"
"Hard to fix one if you don't know what it is," Puck says.
"And Brittany's car just happens to have a broken head gasket too? But it can
wait until tomorrow after school?"
"Why are you all talking during my song!?" Rachel demands before she storms out
of the choir room.
Mr. Schuester tries to stop her: "Rachel, wait..." but to no avail.
Finn announces, "I'll get her," and follows her out.
"Why are you going after her?" Quinn demands.
"And why exactly do you care what Finn and Rachel do?" Santana counters.
"Why do you care, actually?" Sam asks her quietly.
Quinn storms out too, leaving via a different door than Rachel and Finn used.
The room is silent for a moment until Puck leans over to Brittany and says,
"So, yeah, me and Sam can totally come work on your car tomorrow after school."
Sam spends the whole next day trying to think of what he should say to Quinn
when she asks if he's going to Brittany's. There's the truth, of course, or at
least the partial truth...but that will only lead to more questions. On the
other hand he doesn't like to lie. Not to mention that he's really bad at it.
He still hasn't figured out what he's going to tell her as he walks her to her
locker after glee. He holds stuff as she hands it to him while she's sorting
what to take home and what to leave. He helps her into her jacket and waits for
her to ask. But she surprises him by kissing him on the cheek, saying, "See you
tomorrow," and walking off by herself. It's not a good sign for them, he
thinks.
He meets Puck in the parking lot, as they planned. Puck rubs his hands together
and says, "You ready, Sammy boy?"
"Quinn knows," Sam says. "She barely said a word to me all day."
"Then she doesn't know jack shit. Quinn ain't the type to suffer in silence,"
Puck tells him.
Sam shrugs. Puck has a point, but...
"Maybe she's hiding something from you. Maybe she has plans with Finn."
Fuck. Puck is probably right. Even though Sam knows he deserves it, the
realization hurts. They get in Puck's truck, and on the drive over Puck
convinces him that he should just relax and enjoy fucking Brittany (which
strikes Sam as kind of an absurd thing to say, because it's Brittany¸ and
there's no way he'd not enjoy it) because if Quinn is going to dump him it's
not going to be over this. Puck's argument doesn't really address the wrongness
of what they're doing, but Sam pushes that thought right out of his head.
Brittany greets them at the door wearing her Cheerios skirt and a heather gray
sports bra. "Oh, hi, guys," she says. "I was just getting ready for our play
date."
Sam's eyes dart around; he hopes to god no one else is home, because he's
feeling pretty ready himself. "You look amazing, Brittany," he says.
Brittany looks down at her chest. "This bra is no good, I was about to change
it." Puck is about to tell her not to worry about it, that she won't have it on
for long anyway, but before he can she explains. "See, this bra just holds my
boobs still." She demonstrates by holding them flat against her chest. "Coach
Sylvester makes us wear this kind for practice. But for sexy play time, I need
one that, like, pushes them up." She pulls the sports bra off over her head and
uses both hands to cup her breasts and push them up and together. "So you guys
want to touch them."
"I really want to touch them already," Sam says. He glances around again. "Uh,
are we alone?"
"I dunno. My sister might be home." She turns over her shoulder and yells,
"Nikki?"
A few seconds later a young-sounding female voice calls back, "Yeah?"
"Nothing. Just I'm having a play date and one of the guys wondered if anyone
else was here."
"Oh god, Brittany! Take them to your room!" Brittany shrugs and drops the
sports bra on the floor by the door. As she's leading the guys up the stairs
Nikki adds, "And close your door!"
Brittany rolls her eyes. "She's so weird." She leads them into a room with bunk
beds and then closes the door behind him. And locks it, just to humor her
little sister.
"I don't think this is your room, Britt," Puck tells her, taking in the
dollhouse in the corner and the life-size Justin Bieber poster on the door.
"No, it's Nikki's. The sheet's in my room aren't clean, so..." Sam is a little
bit squicked out at the thought of messing around in Brittany's little sister's
bed, but not enough to do anything to risk getting the whole thing called off.
He just makes a mental note to insist that they change Nikki's sheets when
they're done.
Brittany looks down at her chest. "Darn it, I left my best sex bra in the
kitchen, and all Nikki's are, like, size triple A. Hold on a second, guys..."
She moves toward the door but Sam stops her. He can't stand the thought of her
covering up her tits, no matter how sexy her second-best sex bra might be.
"Please don't go," he says. "I'll hold them up for you if you want."
Brittany smiles and nods at him and he cups each one tenderly. They aren't as
big as Santana's, but he likes them just as much, and the way she shivers at
his touch is super hot. He lightly grasps a nipple between his thumb and index
finger and she moans and presses into his hand.
Puck stands behind him and puts a hand on his shoulder. "So it looks like
you're a tit man, Sammy."
"Huh?" Sam asks, not looking away from Brittany's chest.
"Well, there are tit men and there are ass men."
"I like both," Sam says. He knows what Puck's trying to do. Puck wants to fuck
Brittany's ass, like he did Santana's. And honestly Sam is fine—more than
fine—with getting Brittany's pussy. He's just determined that when they get to
Quinn (if they get to Quinn, he thinks, before he reminds himself to stop
thinking too much about what's going on with Quinn), that he, Sam, is going to
fuck her ass.
"That reminds me," Brittany says, "bad news. I can't take either of you guys in
my ass today."
"I thought you wanted to babe," Puck says as he reaches around Sam and strokes
her thigh just below her ass cheek.
"I did. I do...some other time. I'm too sore today." Santana spent all last
night fucking her ass with the strap-on. It was weird because it isn't
something Santana much likes to do usually. It was awesome. She was acting all
possessive, really convincingly too. Brittany loves that. From Santana, anyway.
"I kinda hoped you'd wanna play today anyway, but if you don't..."
"We do!" Sam says. He squeezes her tits and kisses under her jaw and repeats,
"We definitely do."
"Yay!" Brittany takes one of Puck's hands and places it on her breast, along
with Sam's. "Cause I was thinking...I know you wanted to DP me, but spit
roasting is technically a kind of DP, right, cause one of you would be
penetrating my mouth..."
"That sounds awesome, Britt. But you know, my boy Sammy here had an idea a
while back...I'd hesitate to try it with anyone but a pro like yourself,
but...how would you like both our cocks in your pussy?"
Oh wow, that sounds awesome. Brittany already feels a gush of fluids at the
mere mention. But she's been known to misinterpret stuff, so she clarifies, "At
the same time?"
"Yeah, at the same time."
Oh fuck, there's another gush. They're definitely not going to have any problem
with lack of slipperiness. "Uh, yeah!" Again she feels the need to clarify,
though: "I still get to taste, though, right?"
"Totally," Sam assures her. He really wants to taste her too and, feeling bold,
he doesn't even ask before bending down to lick one of the tits he's still
holding. He's tentative at first—because he's not that bold, and he didn't ask
first, after all—but Brittany's moan and her clutching the back of his head and
pulling it toward herself tell him it's all right.
He licks all over one of her nipples. He loves how bumpy it feels on his
tongue, and how the more he licks it the harder it stands up. It's such a
contrast to the softness of the rest of her breast.
While Sam is busy exploring Brittany's tits with his mouth, Puck nibbles on her
neck and lets his hands trail down over her ass and onto her thighs. Then he
slowly works them back up and under the spanks under her Cheerios skirt. "Take
it off me," Brittany instructs him. He pulls the spanks off, but not the skirt,
which doesn't surprise Brittany. She remembers that he likes to fuck Cheerios
when they're still wearing their skirts, and she doesn't blame him; she likes
to too.
Puck's fingers inch back up, and Brittany widens her stance a bit to allow him
to reach what he's going for. He doesn't go right for it, though; he teases her
outer labia. Brittany hates to be teased, she hates/loves it, as Puck well
knows, and he keeps doing it until she's so wet that his fingers can't help but
slip through her folds. A light brush over her clit is all it takes for her to
jerk strongly enough that his fingers slide right inside, and he starts to
finger fuck her while Sam is still groping and sucking on her tits.
"So wet already, Britt," Puck says. He says it to her every time they hook up,
because every time it awes him. He removes his fingers and moves them toward
his mouth, but Brittany stops him.
"Nuh-uh," she says. "Let Sammy taste."
Sam hears his name and looks up to see Puck holding two fingers in front of his
face. They're wet and glistening and they smell like...Christ, they smell like
cunt. It's intoxicating. He locks eyes with Brittany and slowly extends his
tongue...The taste is a little sharp. A lot savory. Deeply alluring. After his
first tentative lick he pulls in both fingers greedily, sucking them hard,
running his tongue between the two so as not to miss a drop.
His protégé is good with his mouth, Puck'll give him that. He kind of looks
like he's sucking a cock, the way his head is bobbing up and down on Puck's
fingers, and Puck can't help but think (not for the first time, if he's being
honest) that getting Sam to go down on him would be pretty awesome.
Brittany's thinking pretty much the same thing. Except that she's not picky
about which of the guys should go down on the other.
Sam's the only one not thinking at all about sucking cock. He's thinking that
Puck's fingers just taste like fingers again and he needs to go to the source
of Brittany's nectar. He hastily kisses down her chest and stomach as he lowers
himself unceremoniously to his knees in front of her. He mouths desperately at
her shaved mound until Brittany realizes he needs a signal to go on, and she
lifts a leg and rests it on his shoulder, leaning back against the bunk bed for
balance.
Sam thinks he should probably go slowly, that that's probably what good lovers
do, but he's way too eager for that. He quickly plunges his tongue right inside
her pussy, licking everywhere his tongue can reach. She tastes so, so good—way
better than just the juices that stuck to Puck's fingers. Down here he's
surrounded by her warmth, by her scent. He's engulfed in her. He's got his
hands on her ass to keep her as close as possible, and he feels her moving her
hips in time with his tongue thrusting.
Brittany hasn't had a guy go down on her this enthusiastically in a long time.
It's sweet, and his lack of skill is more than made up for by his sense of
wonder. She can tell she's going to have to guide him when she's ready for him
to make her come, but that's okay—she's an excellent guide. For now she's more
than happy to just hold on and let him explore.
Puck is standing in front of her, and he starts to massage her tits and kiss
her neck. She, in turn, unzips his jeans and reaches inside. While she's
stroking his dick, she tells him, loud enough for Sam to hear, in case he's
listening, "Your boy Sammy is a natural at this."
Puck lifts his mouth from her neck long enough to say, "I'm an awesome mentor."
"Uh-huh," Brittany says. "I can tell you take good care of him." Then quieter,
into Puck's ear, she adds, "You should teach him how to suck dick."
"T-teach him...?" Something about the suggestion sets off a warning bell in
Puck's mind, but honestly it's not that loud. Brittany is running her
fingernails over his balls just the way he likes, and it's kind of distracting.
Brittany nibbles on his ear and says, "Go down on him. It'll be so hot."
"Brittany..." Puck moans. Now she's smearing precome all over his shaft, and he
already has a feeling she's going to get her way on this.
"His mouth is amazing, Puck," Brittany says. He looks down and sees what she
means: he's got her whole slit covered with it; plus, there are all kinds of
lewd noises of enjoyment coming out of it. "And if you teach him, he can
practice on you."
"Yeah. Yeah, okay." He should be embarrassed by how quickly he caved, but it's
Brittany, and she doesn't understand embarrassment anyway. He's not letting Sam
come in his mouth though. Brittany can just forget about that.
Sam changes up his routine and finds Brittany's clit. She gasps and grabs hold
of his hair while bucking against his face. Damn, maybe he's not going to need
much guidance after all. "Fuck, Sammy, so good."
Sam couldn't agree more. Brittany feels and tastes so good, and he really hopes
he can make her come with his mouth. So when she pushes his head away he's more
than a little disappointed. "What's wrong, Britt?"
"I need to move. You're making my knees too weak to keep standing on one leg."
She urges him up and kisses him, tasting herself on his tongue. So hot. As
she's kissing him she undoes his belt and pants. "I wanna see you come once
before you fuck me," she says, teasing his cock over his briefs. "I know you
won't have any trouble getting hard again."
"No," Sam agrees. If the way he feels now is any indication, he could come a
hundred times tonight and still be able to get hard again.
"I knew it!" Brittany squeezes his ass cheeks under the briefs, nudging his
jeans down in the process. "Puck is going to take care of you while you take
care of me."
"Wait, Puck?"
"He'll take super good care of you. Won't you, Puck?"
"You bet," Puck says. He stands right behind Sam and lifts his t-shirt off.
Sam feels Puck's cock brush against his ass and starts to panic. He's seen how
big the guy is. "But wait! I thought it usually hurt the first time?"
"Not that," Puck says, biting his tongue before he adds dumbass. "I'm just
gonna blow you."
"Oh!" That sounds a lot better. Still though... "But wait..."
Before he can finish his thought, Puck turns him around and kisses him. And
wow, Sam really has an awesome mouth. Yeah, Puck is definitely going to have to
get that blowjob returned some day, though he knows better than to mention that
now. Brittany strips Sam's pants off, and Puck lightly cups his balls. "You'll
like it, Sammy. Trust me?"
Sam catches the totally turned on way Brittany is watching them and says, "Uh-
huh." Besides, Puck is his mentor, so it couldn't be that weird.
Puck kisses him again and strokes his cock. Sam is going to learn a bunch of
lessons from this, the least of which is how to blow a dude—Puck's not really
that much of an expert on the giving side of things. But he is learning that
there's nothing wrong with dudes blowing other dudes, which will help when it's
Puck's turn to receive. He's learning never to turn down a blowjob. And, most
importantly, he's learning that certain girls can make guys do just about
anything they want. (And girls—Brittany seems to have the same effect on
Santana.) Not that Puck is totally averse to sucking Sam's dick.
Brittany climbs onto the top bunk and perches on the edge. She directs Sam to
stand between her dangling legs and Puck to sit on the lower bunk in front of
him.
Sam nudges her thighs farther apart and goes right back to where he left off,
letting the Cheerios skirt rest on top of his head. The maybe two-minutes pause
in the action has given Brittany a chance to replenish some of the fluids he
already lapped up—really it's astonishing how wet she is again already. He
knows it's not just his own spit, because that doesn't taste anywhere near this
awesome.
He flicks at her clit with his tongue, and Brittany tightens her legs around
him and cries out. And then Sam cries out too—a muffled cry, since his mouth is
occupied—because Puck has just put his mouth on his cock. He's not a blowjob
virgin anymore, but he still can't believe how good someone's mouth down there
feels.
Puck can't really believe it either, the fact that he kind of likes doing it.
It's not totally his first time with a guy's junk in his mouth, but the other
couple times he was drunk. But why's it so weird, if you really think about it?
Dicks are sexy. They're literally made for sex.
Sam's especially. He's really excited about the prospect of fucking Brittany
with him. But still, he finds himself not rushing through the blowjob, even
though he knows the sooner he gets Sam to come the sooner they can get into
that sweet cunt that's waiting for them. He actually takes his mentor role
seriously, though, and what kind of sex lesson is Sam going to learn if Puck
demonstrates how to give a subpar BJ?
Brittany gives awesome head, so he tries to remember and copy her techniques.
Of course his understanding of her method is imperfect, since he's not exactly
using his brain when she goes down on him. But he knows that she usually starts
out slow and teasing, almost, avoiding the head until he thinks he's going to
lose his mind if she doesn't put it in her mouth. So that's what he does with
Sam. Up and down and around the shaft and balls, licking and kissing, never
more than a hint of sucking.
It doesn't take long before Sam seems like he's about to lose his mind. A whine
comes out of the back of his throat: it starts out low and guttural and gradual
gets higher and more desperate-sounding. Brittany really wishes she could see
what's going on; the one fault with her plan is that she can't see Puck at all.
But she stops thinking about Puck at all when Sam starts sucking on her clit.
He sucks it in hard and thrusts his tongue into her hole, all the while making
that incredibly hot and needy whining noise, and she feels herself quickly
approaching her peak. She manages to instruct him, "F-fingers!" and as soon as
they're in she starts to fall apart.
She clenches around those two fingers that just keep fucking into her
throughout, and she grinds against Sam's face. He manages to keep her clit
securely between his lips the whole time, and he keeps sucking and flicking it
with his tongue. Brittany screams as she comes. She screams and pulls Sam's
hair, lets go of his hair and digs her nails into his shoulders, lets go of his
shoulders and pulls his hair again. It hurts, but Sam is way too turned on to
mind. If anything it makes Puck's mouth on his dick feel that much more
amazing.
As Brittany gradually becomes aware again of stuff other than the massive
orgasm rolling through her, she listens to Sam. It sounds like he hasn't come
yet—awesome! She rides out the last few shudders of her release and gently
moves Sam's head away from her pussy. The look he gives her—like he's almost as
out of it as she was a second ago—makes her want to come again. She doesn't,
not yet, but she does kiss him and lick some of her own juices off his face.
Not all of them, though. She has to move quickly to get them rearranged so she
can have a better view.
She slides off the top bunk and pulls Sam back away from the bed until his dick
slides out of Puck's mouth. Sam's confused "What?" is exactly what she
expected; Puck's annoyed "Hey!" isn't totally unexpected either, but still it
amuses her. She directs the boys so that Sam is on his back on the lower bunk
and Puck is straddling his legs, curled up to get his cock in his mouth.
Brittany crouches on the floor next to them. Absentmindedly she starts stroking
Sam's abs and chest with one hand and Puck's head and neck with the other. "You
guys are so hot. I can't believe I get to have both your huge, beautiful cocks
in me soon. It's a good thing you made me come so hard already, Sammy. I don't
know how I'd fit you both otherwise."
"Jesus," Sam huffs. He can't wait to start fucking Brittany. Like, he literally
can't wait. He's not even sure if he can wait for Puck to really suck him or if
he's going to come just from these teasing little licks. It's pretty awesome,
but he knows—he knows thanks to Santana, and he knows that Puck knows even
better than he does—that it could be way more awesome. "Puck, please."
Sam's plea makes Puck realize that dragging this out any longer would just be
cruel. He drags his tongue from Sam's balls all the way up the shaft, and this
time he doesn't stop or change course before reaching the head. Sam arches off
the bed, and Puck quickly encircles the head with his lips and sucks him in
until he feels him bumping against his throat. He cups his balls in one hand
and sucks hard and slow, but he only gets a couple sucks in before Sam is
thrusting up into his mouth fast.
Between feeling Sam's cock swell to a near-impossible thickness and feeling the
first hot spurt on the roof of his mouth, Puck doesn't even have time to
remember he didn't want Sam to come in his mouth. And he just keeps spurting
and spurting as he keeps bucking up into Puck's mouth. He's saying something,
but all Puck can really hear is gushing liquid, most of it landing on his
tongue but some of it going directly down his throat. It doesn't taste that
bad, honestly. He finds himself sucking harder when Sam eventually starts to
slow down, just to make sure to get all of it. Which he actually swallows,
because at this point why the hell not?
Drained of a huge load, Sam lies limp and motionless on the bed. Why the fuck
did he think getting blown first was a good idea? Well, because he had no idea
Puck would be so good at it, for one thing—not to mention so enthusiastic. But
now he doesn't see how he's ever going to have enough energy to fuck Brittany.
But then Brittany's up on the bed, straddling him, kissing his neck, and he
realizes he was worried for nothing. Not that he's hard again this soon, but
he's definitely interested again already. She whispers in his ear, "You look so
hot when you come, Sammy. I mean hot. Your face gets these red splotches all
over." She licks his cheek and adds, "You're burning up."
"Speaking of hot..." Puck scoots up closer behind Brittany, close enough that
his dick nestles between her ass cheeks. She hisses and he remembers she said
she was sore—and he envies the dude who fucked her ass, because he knows it
takes a hell of a pounding to make Britt sore—and repositions it to slide
between her slick folds instead. "...you have a fire inside you need put out?
Maybe by a couple big hoses?"
It does actually kind of feel like there's a fire deep in her core, but... "I
don't think hoses are a good idea. I'd rather have your cocks like we planned."
Though getting sprayed doesn't sound so bad, except... "Oh! And instead of
squirting water you guys can squirt your come in me!"
"Yeah? You'd like that?" Puck coaxes her onto her hands and knees. He rubs her
clit with the pad of his middle finger and makes her release a long, low moan.
"You know how much I like to be filled with come."
Puck does know. He also know that she likes to be taken by surprise, and so he
pulls back and quickly snaps his hips forward and buries himself in her. "Oh
fuck!" she shouts, dropping her head onto Sam's shoulder. "Oh fuck, yeah!"
She loves it, she loves how Puck is balls deep in her, just like that. It's
overwhelming: his huge cock stretching her, her muscles constricting
instinctively around the intrusion, then struggling to relax to accommodate it.
He only gives her a few seconds before retreating and then pushing back in,
stretching her anew.
Brittany lifts her head and props herself back up on her arms. Sam can see her
face now, and it's like everything she's feeling is written there. Her mouth is
open, now and then forming an O but without making any sound. Between the
intensity of her expression, the sounds of Puck slamming into her, and the way
her tits bounce around when he does, he's getting hard again pretty fast. He
clutches her breast and pinches the nipples—not too hard—and mutters, "God,
you're amazing, Britt."
She looks down and smiles at him, just for a second because then Puck is
plowing into her again and her eyes squeeze shut. When she opens them again she
tells him, "Scoot back and sit up."
He does, leaning his back against the wall and trying not to hit his head
against the top bunk of Brittany's little sister's bed. Brittany lowers her
head again, not onto his shoulder this time but his crotch. She takes his cock
in her mouth, not at all teasingly like Puck—she just sucks it in greedily.
Sam swells and stiffens instantly in her mouth. Not that Brittany's surprised;
she's an awesome predictor of how guys will react during sex. Some of it is
experience, of course, like how she knows from experience that she doesn't have
to worry about Puck blowing his load too soon, which is why she didn't make him
come once before fucking her. But a lot of it is just instinct.
Puck could keep fucking Brittany all night: she has that perfect little snatch
that can take anything and yet still always feels so goddamn tight. He loves
the way she's moaning now every time he rams it in. And once in a while when he
slams her just right it makes her lurch forward, tugging on Sam's cock, and he
goes, "Oh! God!"
Sam's fully hard now, and Puck has gotten Brittany as ready as she'll ever be
to take a second cock. "You guys ready for the main event?" she asks.
They're both really, really ready.
Brittany gets them all off the bed so they can rearrange themselves. She has
Puck lie down first and she climbs on him to ride his cock. That's the easy
part. She bounces up and down on him a few times just because he feels so good
and she sort of can't help it. "Okay, Sammy," she says as she stops moving,
"get on your knees behind me."
He does. She can feel his cock against her ass, but just against the cheek, not
where she's sore. He massages her tits and sucks on her neck, and she finds
she's grinding on Puck again, just a little. "Go slow," she reminds him.
"Finger me a little first." As she feels his hands slide off her chest and
toward her pussy she falls forward onto Puck's chest to give him better access.
Sam slides just one finger in, and he does go slow. She already looks like she
had to stretch a lot just to take Puck's dick—it's really big. She doesn't
complain at the additional intrusion; she just gasps a little and rocks a
little harder on Puck's dick. She's so tight, fuck.
And Puck's cock is right there. Sam's practically giving him a hand job. Or,
well, a finger job anyway. When his cock is in there it'll be like they're
humping each other as much as they're humping Brittany. He's really glad Puck
blew him already, because otherwise this might seem weird. Well, and not to
mention that the blowjob was awesome.
Having someone stroke your cock while it's already buried inside a sweet little
pussy is pretty amazing, Puck decides. He prides himself on his sexual stamina,
but he's not sure how long he's going to be able to last when Sam's cock is in
there with his. It's going to be unbelievably tight—Sam is almost as big as he
is! (He's pretty sure that almost is necessary.) Then Sam is rubbing his cock
with two fingers, and for a second Puck's not sure he's going to be able to
last even until Sam's cock is in there with his. "Fuck, man," he mumbles, just
before Brittany kisses him and grinds on him harder.
But Puck does last, and eventually Sam presses his cock up just outside
Brittany's entrance. "You ready, Britt?" he asks.
Yeah, she's ready. "Do me," she tells him. He's been being really careful
fingering her, so she doesn't even need to remind him again to go slow.
He does go slowly. Agonizingly slowly, in a way. Every instinct he has is
telling him to shove it in as fast as he can. But on the other hand, he's
pretty sure he couldn't shove it in fast, not without really hurting Britt. Her
walls are stretching for him, but there's a lot of resistance. "You okay?" he
asks. If she's not, he's going to feel bad about how amazing it feels for him.
Brittany takes a deep breath. "Yeah," she assures him. "I'll be awesome in a
few minutes." Sam inches in a little more, and it's so much. She never doubts
herself during sex, but if she ever did this would be the time. Puck's dick
twitches—just a little, but she wasn't expecting it—and she bites down on his
shoulder and has to remind herself to keep breathing.
It takes forever, but Sam manages to bury himself to the hilt. Both boys hold
perfectly still, waiting for a signal from Brittany. She doesn't move either,
except for the squeezing and relaxing of her walls around them. It's enough,
though, to cause both their dicks to throb. Three sets of junk are all squished
together, and they can each feel the blood racing in both of their partners.
They don't give in to the overwhelming urge to move until Brittany does, until
she starts rocking back and forth on both their dicks. Puck still doesn't move
after that—he's sort of trapped, after all—but Sam does start to pull out and
push back in shallowly. Even the tiniest, slowest movement feels amazing.
Brittany gradually quickens her movements, and Sam follows her lead. At first
they fall into a rhythm where Sam pushes deeper into her every time she rides
up on Puck's cock. But one of them misses a beat, or something, and now she's
getting the full force of both cocks simultaneously with each thrust. They're
not fucking slow at all anymore, and even though she feels like she's fully
adjusted by now, it's just so intense she can hardly handle it.
She bites down on Puck's shoulder again, and this time she only lets go when
she feels her orgasm overtake her and she needs to scream. Her screams echo the
rhythm—or the lack of rhythm, really—of the spasms starting in her cunt and
working through her whole body. She gives up any semblance of control and just
lets the orgasm thrash her this way and that.
All that spasming and thrashing—it does stuff to the guys, too. It's actually
the biting that triggers Puck's orgasm. He shouts, "Oh fuck!" and bucks up into
her, really fucking her for the first time since she got on top.
Sam doesn't last after that. He managed to not come from the feeling of his
cock grinding against Puck's, but something about Puck's grinding against
his...well, that and Brittany's cunt pulsating, not to mention how everything's
even hotter and wetter all of a sudden.
Brittany feels multiple ropes of come shoot deep inside her—more than just two
guys should be able to produce. She's exhausted, but their come keeps her
coming—one of her favorite things is getting filled with a nice, hot load, and
two loads are somehow more than twice as much fun.
She wears herself out eventually and collapses against Puck. He brushes her
hair back away from her face, and only then does she notice he's bleeding where
she bit him. She touches it gently and says, "I'm so sorry!"
Puck hisses, and she pulls her fingers away. But he says, "Don't worry about
it. It was totally worth it."
Sam rubs her back. He feels like there was something he wanted to remember to
do when they were done, but he can't for the life of him remember what it was.
He rolls onto his side, where he's wedged between Puck and the wall, and he
rests his head on Puck's shoulder—the nonbitten one—and closes his eyes.
Whatever it was couldn't have been too important.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Quinn invites Finn up to her bedroom. He shouldn't be here; her mom would
freak. Besides which, she's dating Sam. Everything about this is so wrong.
"You didn't really ask me over to study, did you?" Finn asks as soon as she
closes the door behind him.
Quinn stands close to him—too close, close enough that if he were to glance
down he'd get an unobstructed view of the cleavage that her open buttons and
push-up bra reveal—and asks coyly, "What exactly do you think of me?"
"I think..." Finn takes a moment, seeming to choose his words carefully. That's
good, he's learning. "I think you're a nice girl who's with the wrong
boyfriend."
It's an answer she likes. "And what would the right boyfriend do? If he were
here?"
"He'd...kiss you." Finn doesn't quite make it a question, but he doesn't follow
it up with a kiss either. She does catch him peeking at her cleavage, though.
"Is that right?" Quinn asks in a husky whisper. She takes half a step closer,
and now her breasts are just barely grazing his ribcage. She tilts her head up
toward him, and really she couldn't possibly make it any easier for him.
He takes the hint—thank god—and leans down, placing a tentative kiss on her
lips. Quinn doesn't let it stay tentative for long. For some reason she's just
insanely turned on right now...well, obviously, or she wouldn't be doing this.
It's so unlike her.
The kiss heats quickly, and soon Finn's big, clumsy hands are venturing under
Quinn's top, in the back, toward the bra hooks. He's going slowly enough that
she could easily stop him, but she doesn't. When he asks, "Can I?" she doesn't
say yes, but she does moan and press her chest against him harder.
They're on the bed soon, Finn lying on top of her, fully clothed, kissing her
and groping her under the unhooked but still-on bra. She feels his hardness
pressing against her, right there between her legs, and she wants to...she
wishes so much she could just let him, but...
It would be so wrong.
But he's so hard, and she's so wet, and without totally meaning to she wraps
her legs around him and grinds up against him.
Finn gasps and pulls away—as much as he can, anyway; her legs are pretty tight
around his waist—and says, "Whoa. We should probably..."
"Yeah. We should definitely," Quinn agrees. She flips them over and, straddling
his thighs, pulls his shorts and underwear down. His cock springs free and she
takes it in her mouth, as if she were some kind of horny little slut. Which is
exactly what she is, she thinks. The thought makes her roll her hips, rubbing
against Finn's leg.
"Quinn...what..." Finn breathes hard and tries to hold still, tries to process
what's going on while not processing it too much, because if he really lets
himself feel it he's gonna...he's gonna... "Oh god!" Right in her mouth, fuck,
he's unloading right in her mouth. Oh god it's so good, but oh fuck...
Quinn swallows it like the filthy little whore she is.
"Quinn, I'm so—"
"Don't apologize," Quinn says.
"I can't believe we just...Does this mean we're together again? We can't keep
doing this to Sam behind his back."
"No," Quinn agrees.
"He's...he's a really nice guy. I feel bad."
Sam is a nice guy. Too nice to deserve a cheating slut of a girlfriend. Quinn
decides to do the right thing and break it off with him. And then she and Finn
can start dating again, openly. Be a real, official, respectable couple again.
Sam flings the Xbox controller aside in frustration—he knows it's bad when he
can't even concentrate on video games. "It's been two weeks, man." Two weeks
since their play date with Brittany. Sam went his whole life until recently
without having sex, but now two weeks without any seems like an eternity.
If Quinn were giving him any signs of hope it would be one thing. But she
canceled two of their last three dates, and at the end of the one she did go on
with him she barely even let him kiss her.
"Do you think Quinn's gonna dump me for Finn?" he asks, letting his head fall
back on the seat of the couch he's leaning against.
Puck sets aside his controller and shrugs. Obviously she's gonna dump him for
Finn—he's only over here at Sam's house because Quinn canceled another date
with him—but Puck saying so won't help anything.
"We need another plan."
"The plan is solid. Even if she does start going out with Hudson again...Dude,
going out with Hudson never stopped her from letting me do her."
Sam considers this for a minute and doesn't find it reassuring. "Great. So it's
just me she has no interest in."
"Cheer up, man." Puck punches him in the shoulder awkwardly—they're sitting
next to each other on the floor and he has to turn at a weird angle to do it.
"Easy for you to say. You're not the one who's never gonna get laid again."
It's true that Puck's not worried that he's never gonna get laid again.
Obviously. But it has been two weeks, and two weeks is a really long time. "You
know, dude," he says carefully, "while we're waiting for our moment with Quinn,
we could help each other out."
"Help each other out like..." They've already been jerking off together pretty
frequently. And touching while they do so. Mostly only arms and shoulders, but
still. Also, Puck's spunk seems to land on Sam more often than not, which
probably isn't an accident...not every time. But this is all stuff they don't
really talk about, so Sam knows Puck's talking about something else now.
Something more. "You mean like at Brittany's, when she made you—"
"Dude, Brittany didn't make me do anything." Like Puck takes orders from
anyone. "It's not so bad. And I mean you liked it, didn't you?" Puck silently
dares him to deny it.
Sam doesn't try to. "Well, yeah..." He should probably feel more reluctance at
the suggestion than he does, but it's hard to be reluctant when his dick is
twitching in anticipation.
"Except this time you should do it to me."
Sam stares at him, speechless. It's not that the idea bothers him. It's that,
if his dick is any indication, it kind of really doesn't.
"First, I mean. Then I'll help you out."
If there were any question, really, in Sam's mind, the assurance of Puck
"helping him out" would clear it right up. He turns suddenly, straddles Puck
and sits on his lap, and kisses him. The kiss turns heated quickly, and they
only break apart for a second, just long enough for Sam to pull both their t-
shirts off.
Sam's mouth is awesome, obviously, and his chest is pretty awesome too, even if
you're not especially into dudes' chests usually. Like Puck isn't, usually, but
he kind of can't help touching Sam's. Maybe it has something to do with the
little moans he makes every time Puck brushes over his nipples. And when he
squeezes one and rolls it between his fingers he swears he can feel the dude's
cock jump against his own.
And Sam seems to like his chest too, because when he eventually moves away from
his lips, it's to cover his neck and chest with open, wet kisses. He works his
way down, and he's not going super slowly—he doesn't seem to be intentionally
teasing, and he definitely doesn't seem to be intentionally stalling—but Puck
is more than ready by the time he reaches the waistband of his jeans. Sam pops
the button open and Puck helpfully unzips and slides the jeans down as far as
he can with Sam sitting on his legs.
Sam is the one to do the honors of pushing Puck's underwear out of the way. He
pauses for just a second—he doesn't want to hesitate long enough to chicken
out, but he just takes a second to really look at Puck's cock. It's huge, all
stiff and standing straight up like it is. Begging for attention, almost. He
wonders briefly...well, Santana took it up the ass and it didn't seem like she
was in horrible pain. And he's even heard that guys have like this hidden anal
G-spot that girls don't have, so...
Not that he's going to ask Puck to fuck him. He's just wondering, is all.
He carefully licks the tip and is a little surprised, actually, to discover
that Puck's pre-come tastes pretty much the same as his own (which, yes, he
sometimes licks off his fingers). He wonders if he should be smearing it around
instead, but then remembers that, duh!, his mouth will provide all the
lubrication needed.
Puck doesn't go in for sappy shit, but he's seriously half in love with Sam's
mouth right now. He's not actually great at this yet, but for a first try from
a straight dude...the kid has a lot of natural talent. He's enthusiastic and
thorough. And that mouth, damn! With some practice, which Puck is totally
willing to help with...
"Evans...fuck..." It's a good thing Puck can't move his hips much. If he could,
he'd probably be fucking Sam's face hard...which wouldn't be bad at all, except
that it would greatly diminish the chances of the two of them practicing this
more often.
Neither of them hears the doorbell ring upstairs.
Quinn waits outside. There's no answer. Well, she tried. She'll just have to
wait and talk to Sam tomorrow. Or call him. Or text. She turns back toward her
car when she hears...that is, she's tempted to pretend she didn't just hear
Sam's mom yell, "Just a minute!"...but she did, and she may as well get this
over with now.
Mrs. Evans opens the door a minute later with a shower cap and plastic gloves
on. (And here Quinn always thought that Sam's mother, at least, was a natural
blonde!) She expresses surprise—she thought Quinn had something come up at
home, which of course was the reason Quinn gave Sam for canceling their
plans—but invites her in. She tells her that Sam is in the basement playing
video games with Puck and that she can go on down.
There's a coffee table in the way, but she can see Sam's head from the
stairway, the back of it anyway, and it's sort of popping up and down. It's
kind of cute, actually—their video game probably led to a dispute that somehow
devolved into wrestling.
Sam's so sweet and child-like. She almost wishes...No. He wouldn't want to be
with her anyway once he found out what she's really like.
She walks a little closer and sees Puck. Puck is definitely not wrestling. The
look on Puck's face...it's one she's seen before, and...holy shit! He's getting
his dick sucked. By Sam!
Quinn can't even say anything, she can't even make a single sound. And she
can't move either, all she can do is stand and stare.
Sam is really into it now. Who knew he would like having his mouth full of
dick? He's sucking and moving his lips up and down Puck's shaft. He wraps his
hand around the base and gives a little tug to accompany his next suck, and it
makes Puck jerk his head up and gasp.
And when his head jerks up his eyes open for a second—or it would be only a
second if he didn't see Quinn there...staring at them in total shock. And she
locks eyes with him, and something about that eye contact...He was close
anyway, but something about the way she's watching them...and the fact that Sam
obviously doesn't know yet...
"Oh, fuck, Sam...Fuck, I'm gonna..." He grabs a handful of hair on either side
of Sam's head and holds his friend's head still while his cock shoots hot
spurts of jizz into his bro's mouth.
Puck is pulling his hair, and the first shot of come hits the back of his
throat in a way that almost makes him gag, but even so Sam finds himself more
turned on than not. He keeps sucking Puck through his orgasm and even after,
after Puck's dick has stilled and started to soften, and after he's let go of
his hair. He doesn't stop, in fact, until Puck gently pushes his head back.
He's about to say something—something dumb, like asking how it was or
something—when someone else speaks first. Someone who's not Puck. A...a female
voice, saying, "What the hell is going on?"
Oh shit. Shit, he knows that female voice. "Quinn!" He spins his head around
and realizes only when he's looking her right in the eyes that there's a
splotch of come on the side of his mouth. "I thought you...I thought your
mom..."
"I haven't even broken up with you yet."
All he can say is, "Quinn!" Which he realizes he already said.
Puck is the one who says, "So you are planning on breaking up with him."
Quinn stares at Sam while she answers Puck. "Is there any reason I shouldn't
break up with him after what I just saw?"
"But you were planning to anyway," Puck points out, "before you saw...what you
think you just saw. Are you officially dating Finn again already?"
Quinn crosses her arms and turns her gaze to Puck. "Yes. Finn is sweet. Finn
would never do this to me."
Puck tucks his dick back into his underwear and stands up, stepping out of his
jeans and kicking them aside. He stands between Quinn and Sam, who's still just
sitting there with his dopey deer-in-the-headlights look. Studying Quinn's
face, with that totally turned-on look he's seen on her before, Puck has an
epiphany. It's suddenly all so clear to him that he can't believe he didn't
figure it out sooner.
He stands behind Quinn, hands on her shoulders, so he can speak softly into her
ear while the two of them look at Sam. "You're right, Finn would never do such
a thing. I bet you're bored of him already."
Quinn hesitates a second too long before acting offended. "That's ridiculous."
"I know you, Quinn. Just admit it. Finn only interested you as long as you were
cheating on Sam with him. You date nice boys, but bad boys are the ones you
want to fuck."
"I don't..."
"You totally want him now." He slides a hand down her side, down her thigh,
then back up—under the skirt. He moves slowly so she can stop him if she wants.
But he knows she isn't going to. His fingers tease along her panties. "You're
so wet," he whispers in her ear.
"That's just because..." It's because she just watched a sex act between two
hot guys—it's only natural that she's a tiny bit aroused. Plus Finn never
returned the favor after she got him off, so there's some built-up tension. Sam
would probably eat her out. He'd probably be really good at it if what she just
witnessed is any indication.
Damn it! Puck is right. Not that she'll admit it. It doesn't matter anyway. Sam
might be a bad boy, but he's also apparently a gay boy.
Puck decides to go for broke. "You probably thought Sammy here was all sweet
and innocent. But you know what him and me have been doing the whole time you
haven't been letting him get any?"
"Yeah, I think I just got a pretty good idea."
"Not that." Puck catches Sam's eye and says, "Tell her."
"Tell her what?" Puck has been talking too quietly, and Sam has been mentally
freaking out too much anyway to even try to follow what he's been talking to
Quinn about.
"About what we've been doing," Puck says. He adds, "With you-know-who," just so
Sam won't think he's talking about the stuff just the two of them have been
doing.
Sam just gives him a look like he thinks Puck is crazy. Which he totally does
think, if Puck wants him to tell Quinn about their play dates with Brittany and
Santana. But what else could he be talking about?
"Dude." Puck goes back to the couch and holds out his hand to pull Sam up. He
pulls hard, and when Sam stumbles into him he whispers. "You gotta trust me. If
you do what I say I think she's actually gonna let us." Sam looks at him
skeptically so he adds, "She's gonna break up with you anyway. You may as well
give my plan a shot."
So, yeah. Okay. Trusting Puck has actually worked out awesomely...up until now
anyway. And at least now he doesn't really have much to lose. He looks at
Quinn...he forces himself not to look away from her as he tells her, "We fucked
Santana and Brittany."
"You..." Quinn looks from Sam to Puck and back to Sam. She absolutely should
not find it hot that her boyfriend has been cheating on her. But honestly she
didn't think he had it in him.
He's not too good to be with someone like her after all.
"You each fucked both of them?" she asks breathlessly.
"We each fucked both of them at the same time." Puck stands behind her again,
lets her feel his rehardened cock pressing against her. "Sammy fucked Santana's
pussy while I fucked her ass." He whispers the next part because while it's
true he's going for broke here, he's not crazy enough to think Quinn would be
okay with Puck having already told Sam so much about her. "I fucked her ass
just the way you love when I fuck yours."
"Fuck," Quinn mutters, rubbing back against him. She does love taking it in the
ass. She loves the way Puck makes her feel like a filthy whore. She pictures
the guys both doing Santana at the same time, and she envies the hell out of
Santana.
"Sammy wants in your ass so bad," Puck tells her. "Don't you, Sammy?"
"So bad," Sam agrees. "It's like all I think about."
"Really?"
Sam can't believe that Quinn seems to like this confession. But since she does,
he decides to elaborate. "It's all I think about when I jerk off. Bending you
over a desk or something, lifting up your skirt and finding out you're not even
wearing any panties, and then I just plow into you from behind, and, fuck, your
ass is so tight..."
"And...is Puck there?" Quinn asks, her voice catching. "In your fantasy
scenario?"
"Of course he's there. He's fucking your pretty mouth. I don't want you to get
knocked up..." Sam stops himself just in time from adding the word again. "Not
even in my jerk-off fantasies."
Quinn herself never worries about pregnancy in her own sex fantasies. But if
they're talking about something other than fantasy now, then, yeah, mouth and
ass are all she's willing to offer. Besides, even without the fear of pregnancy
factoring in, the idea of letting two totally hot, totally depraved guys
spitroast her like that is...well, she hadn't even considered it before, but
it's now officially the hottest thing she's ever imagined.
"It's too bad your fantasy can't come true today," she says.
"It can't?" No, of course it can't. Sam can't believe he actually let himself
think for a minute that it might.
"No. Because I am wearing panties."
Sam has no idea what she's trying to say. Luckily Puck does. "That's easy to
fix." He catches Sam's eye, looks pointedly down toward Quinn's crotch, and
mouths the words "Take them off her."
Oh! Right! Sam kneels in front of her and lifts her skirt. She's wearing white
cotton panties with little pink roses all over them. They'd look really
innocent if they weren't soaked and reeking of her arousal. He pulls them down
past her knees, and then he just can't help it—he lets the skirt fall over his
head and he buries his face in her crotch, breathing in deeply.
Her juices quickly collect on his face, even though he hasn't even done
anything yet really. He mouths at her mound, and she responds by widening her
stance. Sam takes this as the invitation it is and licks over her slit once or
twice before plunging his tongue in between her folds.
Quinn shudders deeply the first time she feels his tongue graze over her clit.
She doesn't have the strength to stand while Sam's mouth is all up in her cunt.
"Don't stop," she orders him just before she lowers herself to the floor.
Sam doesn't stop, not for a second, and he ends up flat on his back with Quinn
on her knees, straddling his face. He can barely breathe and he couldn't care
less; all he cares about is that Quinn tastes so fucking good, and the way
she's moaning and riding his face while he fucks her pussy with his tongue is
driving him crazy. That and the realization that she's actually going to let
him fuck her ass.
Her ass, Jesus Christ. His hands move there instinctively. He gropes a cheek in
each palm and he slowly separates them, exposing her little hole to the room.
To the room and to the room's other occupant.
Puck can't see that puckered little entrance without wanting his dick inside.
It won't be this time—he knows that and he's okay with it—but he can still
touch. He can get her ready to take his protégé's cock if not his own. He
kneels behind her—they're both straddling Sam now—and shoves two fingers in her
mouth. "Suck," he orders her.
Quinn sucks. She sucks like it's a cock in her mouth, and it's not, but it's
still good. She'd bite—with the way Sam's working over her pussy so good with
his mouth she'd have to bite down on those fingers in her mouth soon. But she
knows they won't be there long, she knows that soon they're going right up her
ass.
She whines, just a little, when the fingers are yanked out of her mouth, but
she knows that what's coming is even better. Puck pushes her forward
forcefully. Not that he has to be forceful—Quinn is nothing if not
compliant—but he knows she likes him to be rough with her.
Or maybe he doesn't know. Maybe he doesn't give a single thought to what she
likes and doesn't like and only wants to use her body for his own pleasure.
Fuck, why does that thought make her want to come harder than she ever has?
Sam knows when Puck is on top of him, of course, but he can't see anything and
really doesn't know what he's doing. He only knows that it makes Quinn grind a
little harder against his face. And then her position changes abruptly, she's
leaning forward, and his tongue slips out of her pussy. He can't even move his
head, and he can't get it back in. But he can still reach her clit, and he
wants to make her come on his face so bad. He grabs hold of it between his lips
and starts to suck, and he feels Quinn's thighs tremble next to the sides of
his head. And then Puck moves too, and now instead of straddling Sam's ribs
he's straddling his crotch, and Sam definitely doesn't want to come in his
jeans just from a little contact with Puck's underwear-clad dick, but he finds
himself unable to resist grinding up against it just a little.
Quinn gets a finger shoved up her ass just a second after Sam starts sucking
her clit. She's such a goner, she's going to come so fucking hard. She wants to
scream, she needs to scream—Puck is finger-fucking her ass so hard she can't
tell if it's filling her with pleasure or pain, but Sam...Sam is giving her
pure pleasure, so much she almost can't take it, and she just barely has the
presence of mind to know she can't scream because Sam's mom is home. She gropes
around desperately for something to stifle her screams and, finding nothing,
bites down on her own fist just as her orgasm hits.
She manages to limit her noises to muffled sobs around her fist, but that's the
only control she has over herself at this point. She's not even totally
aware...she knows her hips are bucking uncontrollably and her thighs are
squeezing together powerfully, but she doesn't even wonder, really, why there's
a burning sensation on her forehead.
Puck shoves a second finger in when Quinn starts to come, he finger-fucks her
ass even harder. She's lurching back and forth, face down on the carpet, and
he's actually glad he doesn't have his dick in her mouth yet because she'd
probably bite the fucker off.
Sam keeps sucking as hard as he can as his face gets drenched in Quinn's
juices. He slides two fingers inside her slick walls and lets her pussy squeeze
them, just like her ass is going to be squeezing his cock soon, oh fuck. His
cock needs to be in her so bad, but for now the best he can do is grind it
against Puck's equally hard member.
All of Quinn's muscles go limp at once when her orgasm passes. She doesn't want
Sam to stop, even as oversensitive as she is suddenly, but she can't hold her
position any more and she slumps forward. She's now aware of the rug burn on
her forehead and the blood where she broke the skin on her own hand. Not that
either one actually hurts yet—there's no analgesic quite like the chemical
cocktail of a screaming (even if not literally) orgasm.
Sam finds the inability to breathe well a lot more unpleasant now that Quinn's
sexy parts are no longer within reach, and he slides out from under her and
Puck. Puck, however, after briefly moving to let Sam out, sees no reason to
stop what's he's doing to her ass. Other than having to hold her hips up, it's
way easier now, in fact, since she's so much more relaxed.
The holding her up one-handedly does get to be a pain, though, so he decides
it's time to make use of his mouth. And speaking of mouths that should be made
use of... "Get your pants off, Sammy. This little cock slut is gonna suck you
while I finish opening her ass up for you."
"She's not a—"
"Just give me a minute..." Quinn protests. She's so weak still. And anyway
maybe this is a bad idea, maybe there's still time to not let Sam totally see
what a slut she is...
Puck slaps her ass. He doesn't want to give her a chance to start second-
guessing what they're doing—not just because he hasn't had a chance to fuck her
mouth yet, but because he knows if she gets started she'll just make herself
miserable—and he knows the way to keep her interested is to be bossy and rough.
"Puck!" Sam has never seen him treat any of the girls they've fucked this way,
and it's not cool. "What the hell, dude?"
Puck can hardly take the time now to explain what he's doing, so he slaps Quinn
again and says, "She likes it. She likes being treated like a dirty whore. Tell
him, whore."
And it's true, it's totally true. Quinn felt her pussy start to tingle again
the second she felt the sting of Puck's palm on her ass. And now, now that Sam
really sees what she's like...well, she can't quite look him in the eye, but
she can't deny it...she wouldn't want to deny it and have Sam not use her like
she wants...like she needs him to. Feeling a burning in her cheeks far hotter
than the burning where Puck smacked her, she nods and mutters, "I wanna suck
you."
Sam really doesn't understand what's going on, and he's pretty sure he's in way
over his head. But he doesn't consider saying no, not when his cock is so hard
it hurts, not when she just said she wants to suck it. He quickly sheds his
pants and underwear and scoots over so he's sitting in front of her. He pulls
her head toward his crotch—gently, though; he doesn't want to risk actually
hurting her, even a little—and, the words sounding very weird inside his own
head, tells her, "Take it, then. Slut."
Fuck, oh fuck, Quinn can't believe she just assumed Sam could never give her
what she craves. Take it, slut. His words echo in her head as she takes it,
takes his cock as far back in her mouth as she can, noisily works it back into
her throat, all while Puck is holding her ass open, fucking his tongue in and
out of it.
God, the way Quinn is sucking him is just... He gets it finally, he thinks—not
all of it, but what she's doing right now. "Fuck, Quinn. You just want me to
come in your mouth, don't you?" Quinn makes a noise that sounds like agreement
and sucks even harder. And, fuck, Sam was going to save it all for her ass, but
if she wants a load in her mouth first, he'll give her a load in her mouth
first. "Yeah? You want me to shoot my wad down your throat? You wanna swallow
it down like a little whore?"
"Mmf!" It sounds a lot like please.
Sam leans back on his elbows. He's so close. "You're so good at that, fuck.
Can't wait to swallow my load...then swallow Puck's...and take one of mine up
your ass...oh, fuck..." Oh, fuck, he's coming and it takes him by surprise
somehow, like even though he knew he was going to, even though he was just
talking about it, the force of it takes him totally unprepared.
He thrusts helplessly up into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat,
chanting, "Take it, take it, take it." But then she's gagging and he doesn't
know if she actually likes that or not but it's too much for him, so he pushes
her head off him, takes his cock in his hand and lets the last few spurts of
hot come spray over her face. Dick still throbbing between his fingers, Sam
takes in Quinn's lust-crazed, come-covered face as he catches his breath. "That
what you wanted, baby?" He wanted to call her whore, but he just can't call her
that again, not right now. Right now he's in love with her, way more than when
they were dating even...if they're officially not now, which he's not totally
clear on, actually.
Quinn doesn't seem to be in any state to discuss the finer points of their
relationship, or lack of relationship, at the moment. She looks at him
desperately and says, "I need you in my ass, Sammy. Please."
Which honestly offends Puck just a little, because he's already got his tongue
lodged as far up there as it'll go and is he fucking chopped liver or
something? But hey, it just proves he's the world's best sex mentor. And he
still gets to fuck her mouth.
He smacks Quinn's ass again and says, "Such a greedy slut! You just had Sammy's
nice thick cock in your mouth and already you're begging him to put it in your
ass."
"I know," Quinn says apologetically. She really does know that guys need a
little recovery time, but she just wants it...right now...so bad. She'd gladly
suck till he's hard again, but she also knows that's not always a good idea so
soon. "Will you help me get him hard again?"
"Of course," Puck says sympathetically. He kind of likes taunting her, it's
true, but he also knows that she really does need it when she gets like this.
He undoes the top button of her top. "You know, I bet after all this you've
still never let Sammy touch your tits."
Quinn laughs. Absurdly, Puck is right. She undoes another button and asks Sam,
"Do you wanna get to second base?"
And fuck, Sam really does want to get to second base. He's fantasized so much
about Quinn's tits, especially when he thought touching them would be the
farthest he'd ever get with her. He stands, pulling her up with him, and pulls
her top off. She's wearing a white push-up bra, with little roses to match the
ones on her panties, and Sam seriously can't believe they even make underwear
that's so totally sweet and totally hot at the same time—like, whoever came up
with such a thing is a fucking genius, and her tits look so amazing in that
thing.
But not as amazing as they probably look out of that thing, he thinks, and he
licks over the top of her cleavage as he reaches around behind her to undo the
hooks. Quinn shrugs the bra off as soon as it's unfastened, and, fuck, yes, her
tits look good out of it. Sam takes one in each hand, he buries his face
between them, he sucks on one nipple, then the other.
Puck maneuvers the two of them onto the couch. Quinn sits on Sam's lap,
straddles him, positions herself just so, so that his cock, well on its way to
full hardness again already, is snuggled right between her two wet lips.
"Fuck," Sam mutters around the nipple in his mouth.
Puck has as much of a hard-on for Quinn's tits as the next guy (the next guy
being Sam in this case), and there's no way he's not getting in on this. He
sits on Sam's lap too, right behind her so his erection is up against her ass,
and gropes her chest right along with Sam.
But Sam's the one they're supposed to be helping here, he remembers. Puck gets
off his lap and moves over next to him instead. He kisses up his neck and
whispers to him, "I got her ass all ready for you. You won't believe how tight
she is for such a little whore." Sam moans and leans into Puck as he sucks at
the pulse point on his neck.
"I want it so bad, Sam," Quinn says, pressing her chest harder into his groping
hands. "I want you so bad. I want you to bend me over—just like in your
fantasy—just bend me over and give it to me hard." She's grinding against him
now—he's totally hard again, and she has to be careful not to grind in a way
that lets his dick actually inside her pussy. Though she can't help thinking
that if it went in accidentally it would feel so good.
"Yeah? You want me to give it to you in the ass? What else do you want?"
"I..." Shit, does he know what she was just thinking?
"You want me to spank your ass? Huh? You seemed to like when Puck did that."
"Oh, god." Not what she was thinking, but even better. "I'd like that so much."
Before Quinn even realizes he's doing it, Sam's got her on her knees, facing
and bent over the back of the couch. He flips her skirt up onto her back and
says, "You little slut! You don't even have any panties on."
And fuck, she needs it so bad, and she doesn't know if she's supposed to say
anything, like if they're doing a role play and she has a line, or...And then
there's a cracking noise and a stinging sensation on her butt cheek, and she
yelps in surprise and arousal.
Shit! Sam didn't want to really hurt her. Also now he's a little worried about
the possibility of his mother having heard Quinn's cry. It probably wasn't
actually as loud as it sounded to him, but he's not going to risk doing it
again. Even if watching her pale skin turn bright pink at the point of impact
turns him on way more than he ever would have guessed.
Quinn wiggles her ass, all needy. "Again, Sam? Please?"
"No." Quinn whines but he cuts her off. "You're getting my cock now."
Quinn sighs, she actually sighs with relief. Finally. She spreads her legs
wider and pushes her ass up in the air as much as she can.
Puck realizes that most of his spit from when he rimmed her has probably dried.
And he doesn't think the Evanses likely keep lube lying around in their
basement, and he doesn't want to interrupt or suggest within Quinn's hearing
that Sam doesn't know what he's doing. He says, "Just a second, dude," and
before anyone can object he wraps his mouth around Sam's dick and coats it in
as much spit as he can.
Sam stares down at him, stunned. He doesn't mind, exactly, he's just...stunned.
Puck manages to convey through pantomime the concepts of spit and asshole—thank
god Quinn can't see them—and Sam finally gets it. He presses his lips to
Quinn's entrance and coats her quickly but thoroughly.
And he's so glad Puck reminded him to take this precaution because even with
it, and even after Puck rimming and fingering her, he ass feels so impossibly
tight as he slides in. He goes as slow as he can, and he asks her now and then
if she's okay and she says she is, but still he has no idea how it can not be
hurting her. He really, really hopes she's being honest when she says it isn't,
because it's the best thing he's felt ever.
"Harder, Sam. Please."
"Are you sure it doesn't hurt?"
"It's not like I'm a blushing virgin on my marriage bed. I'm a whore,
remember?"
Sam stills completely. "You're not really," he says. Up until now he thought
the whole calling-Quinn-a-whore thing was like a game. Now he's not sure.
Quinn panics. The last thing she wants right now is for Sam to stop, and the
second-to-last thing she wants is for him to try to convince her she's actually
a good girl. "But I like it when you say that I am."
"So...it's a game?"
"Yeah," she agrees quickly. "But it's a game I need to play to get off, so..."
"Okay," Sam agrees, and he hopes he's agreeing because he really believes her
and not just because he wants to believe her because he doesn't want to stop
fucking her. "But you'll tell me if it hurts? For real?"
"I promise," Quinn says quickly. Honestly she can't always tell the difference
between pleasure and pain, they're so entwined in her mind. But she will tell
him for sure if he hurts her in a way she doesn't like. "Now please call me a
whore and fuck my ass."
"God, you really are a slut," Puck says, walking around behind the couch. He
grabs her by the hair and pulls her head up. "I bet one cock isn't even enough
for you. I bet you wanna get fucked in the mouth while you're getting fucked in
the ass."
"So bad," Quinn agrees. She opens her mouth and lets Puck unceremoniously shove
his dick into it.
Sam still tries to take it easy on Quinn. But his body keeps telling him to
fuck her harder, and she's not giving the slightest indication of discomfort,
and soon he's satisfied that he was worried for nothing and he lets go. He
grips her hips tight and slams his cock into her ass again and again and again.
Puck is keeping up a steady stream of dirty talk—what a slut Quinn is, how she
can never get enough cock—and Quinn is responding to both of them
enthusiastically if, by necessity, nonverbally, so all Sam has to do is
rhythmically take all the pleasure from the gorgeous girl that she so wants to
give him.
Puck, too, establishes a rhythm: he fucks into Quinn's mouth opposite every one
of Sam's thrusts into her ass. And Quinn loves it, she loves that she can give
up all control over her own body and be completely at these two guys' mercy.
Girls aren't supposed to be able to climax without direct clitoral stimulation,
Quinn read that somewhere, but she's done it before and she's going to do it
again, really soon. She feels that tightening in her gut, she feels all her
muscles tense up, and maybe that's what throws the guys' fucking pattern off,
but now they're not fucking into her alternatingly, they're fucking into her
simultaneously, Sam slamming into her ass at the exact moment Puck slams into
her mouth, and it's too much and she comes undone.
She grabs on tight to Puck's hips and uses his cock—which she manages to suck
on without biting—to muffle her cries as the pleasure courses through her and
causes her muscles to constrict and release, constrict and release...
Nowhere is the constrict-and-release more pronounced than inside her ass. Once
it starts there's no way Sam could hold off his own orgasm if he wanted to. "Oh
god, take my come, slut!" he tells her as his cock surges forward and deposits
his load deep inside her ass.
"Stuffed full of come," Puck adds as he unloads in her mouth, making her gag.
"Such a slut for it, fuck."
Puck is the last one to finish coming. Quinn lets his cock fall out of her
mouth and swallows the last glob of jizz he shot into her mouth. She doesn't
get up or look at either of the guys, she just lowers her head, upper body
dangling over the back of the couch.
Sam lets his cock out of her ass and rubs her back. "You okay?" he asks.
"I'm awesome." She's basking in that post-orgasmic bliss, and she doesn't want
to ruin it with talking.
Quinn doesn't look like she could possibly be comfortable, so Sam pulls her
back onto the couch. She feels like she's made of jello; the best he can do
with her is lie on his back and lay her on top of himself. He whispers in her
ear—for some reason he really doesn't want Puck to hear—"I love you, Quinn."
But he doesn't, Quinn knows that. People say all kinds of crazy things post-
orgasm. She doesn't even bother contradicting him, just makes a noncommittal
"mm" noise and lets herself doze a little.
When she wakes up Sam is brushing the hair off her face and kissing her
forehead. "How in the world did you get this?" he asks, kissing near the rug
burn.
Quinn winces—the analgesic effect has worn off—and replies, "Makeup will cover
it." She looks around the room. "Did Puck leave?"
"Yeah. I think he wanted to let us be able to talk in private."
Shit. Definitely time to go. Quinn gets up and looks around for her clothes.
"I'd rather not," she says.
Oh! Sam assumed she would want to. But maybe she just doesn't want to talk
about the whole slut game. Sam's okay with not talking about that. Not right
now anyway; they should probably talk about it at some point. "Okay, but I
mean...You're not really dating Finn again, are you? Or I mean, if you are then
you're gonna break up with him?"
Quinn is struggling to rehook her bra. That is, she's not struggling that much,
it's not like she doesn't know how to dress herself, but Sam is there behind
her helping with it. She doesn't look at him as she answers, "Why would I break
up with Finn?"
"Why would you...!? So you and me can stay together. Quinn, we're awesome
together!"
"That was fun, but it doesn't make us a good couple." She puts her top back on
and tries to remember where she left her panties.
"But..."
Quinn looks him in the eye finally. She can't believe that he really doesn't
get it. "You and I, we're not relationship people. We're both cheaters, for one
thing." And whores, for another, she doesn't add out loud. "People like us
don't make for happy couples."
"But...but what? You think you'll be happy with Finn?"
No, she doesn't think being with Finn will make her happy. She hopes that being
with Finn will make her good. "I think...that is none of your concern." She
locates her underwear and pulls them back on under her skirt. She slips her
sandals back on, and she knows she really should do more about the way she must
look, but she feels like she has to get out of here right away. She kisses Sam
on the cheek and says, "But hey, I really had a good time. No one can know
about this obviously, but..." She gives him a smile, which he doesn't return.
"So anyway, I'll see you tomorrow at school." And she runs up the basement
stairs, straightening her hair with her fingers.
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