Chapter 11
Down Low
Mercedes PoV These two are crazy. "You are nuts. We cannot go into William McKinley High and announce to the word that we all together. They would tear you apart."
"So. If they think they can step to me, let them. I guarantee that it will be the last time they try that shit." Puck said fiercely.
"Yeah, that's all well and good. But what do you think they will be saying about me?" I whispered.
"Not one single damned word." Sam hissed protectively.
"So what, you are gonna beat the ass of anyone who calls me a name?" I ask aghast. I'd have expected that response from Puck. But Sam tends to be more enlightened.
"Yeah, pretty much." Sam said sternly. "Look I'm not saying that we take over PA during the morning announcements, but I don't think I can go back to just watching you from afar. You thought that I didn't recognize you the first day of school because I didn't say anything. But I didn't say anything because you were so fucking beautiful that every time I tried to talk to you it was like my tongue wasn't just tied…it was double knotted and glued to the roof of my mouth for good measure. So I let Finn keep blathering on and on about football. Besides at the time I was still supposed to be going out with Quinn, and forced into it or not, I would NEVER cheat on somebody. So I said nothing. You got into it with Azimio and Puck got to him before I could even make my muscles obey my mind. I was so mad I it was almost like nothing worked. Then boom you were with Puck and I could see that he was going out of his way to be good to you. I watched you laugh and God, it hurt that I couldn't be the one next to you. Then last night when you were going off on those Cherri-hos, I almost came in my damn pants. You are so sexy when you aren't even trying, and then seeing you in that; God that damn corset. I almost fell off the stage during Rocky Horror and that one didn't show anywhere near as much skin as the one you had on the other night." He shifted uncomfortably, and I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pajama pants.
"I get it; it may not be in your best interest to shout it from the roof tops." Sam continued with a sigh. "Part of me is screaming that I want to tell the entire world. But if anyone tried to say something negative about you, Our Girl, I might just rip their tongues out of their heads."
"Whoa, again with the violence." I joked.
Puck gave me a smirk, "Yeah, well, what happens if someone talks out the side of their neck about me or Sammy Boy?"
"Oh, I'll cut a bitch." I growled protectively.
Puck groaned. He pulled me in for another kiss. I kissed him for a while, but eventually pulled back so we could continue the discussion. "So, what are we gonna do about to tell or not to tell?" I asked.
"Fuck it. Look we just do us. If people figure out what's going on…fine. If not it's all good in da hood. And if they want to talk any shit…fuck 'em. We'll let Hot Mama break her foot off in the girl's asses and Evans and I can handle any douchebag that tries to step to Our Girl." Puck reasons forcefully.
"And Glee?" I ask with a smirk.
"I say we pull your stunt from the first of the year. We go to school, and just be. We give them a week." Puck says smiling. "I'll bet a hand job that Santana is the first to guess."
"Oh, I'll see your hand job and raise you a blow job. It's gonna be Mike. You know how kinky those Asians are." Sam laughed.
"My money is on Brittany." I said with a smile. "She's the one who juggled Santana and Artie last year." I said with a giggle.
"Yeah, well you can keep your money…I want something entirely different." Puck said lasciviously.
"What? Cause you know my cherry is not on the auction block." I groaned.
"Oh no…that has to be freely given. I'd never undervalue you like that." My dark haired lover replied. "No, I just want a promise. A promise that if we ever decide to go our separate ways…before that happens you have to let us try double penetration."
I could tell from Sam's face that this prospect had him as enraptured as it did Puck. But poor, poor pitiful me, I had no clue what they were even talking about. "Okay... and can you please explain that for the pornographically challenged of us." I want to know exactly what it was before I was willing to agree to even the possibility of promising it.
The boys exchanged looks that redefined lascivious. They crowded me on the couch each kissing my neck and letting their hands roam. "Double penetration…is where you take us both inside you in different, yet very close holes at the same time."
"Damn…you mean like in Dr. Who fan fiction when Rose is with the Ninth Doctor and Capt. Jack Harkness, and she takes one in her pussy and one in her…"
"Yup." Sam interrupted letting the p pop. "One of us would be in your sweet little pussy, and one of us would take your big sexy ass."
I actually started to fan myself. "That's too hot." I moaned. Stories with that particular feature have intrigued me for years. They have gotten me through many lonely nights. I've crushed on a few real life guys, but it's really depressing to use a guy who I would see every day and know that they only looked at me with derision. Instead I would often put myself in the place of Hermione Granger, or Stephanie Plum, or sometimes I'd go old school and be Willow Rosenburg, or Dana Scully and for those few minutes I'd be adored and desired by many men.
Becoming the adored and desired woman of two of the hottest men I've ever seen in real life was still sending me lunchin'. The thought of having them both inside me at the same time was too much for my imagination. "I'm willing to make that bet." I tried to say without letting on how much I liked that thought. "So how are we gonna set up this 'social experiment'?"
"We just walk the halls like normal. It's nothing for two or three Glee kids to hang together. And everyone is used to you and me being together. So what if Sam's with us, or if he's walking with you when I'm not. You and Kurt hug in the halls all the damn time. Nobody will think boo if give Sam a hug here and there. And it's school so it's not like we can do much more than that there. Oooh Cedes kissed Sam's cheek. Nobody will care. If we act like nothing's any different, it will be forever before anyone realizes that Sam and I are sexing your sexy ass all up behind their backs." Puck said confidently. "Now, like I said, my money's on Santana catching on first. She's way more observant than people give her credit for plus she's dated both me and Sam. She knows how we treat our girlfriends. Granted she's never seen me this sprung before…but still."
"So one vote on the Rainbow Princess, one vote on Satan herself, and I'm gonna put my money on Mike. See ya'll be sleepin' on exactly how much Mike notices. Plus Mike has that Asian thing happening…Asians are one kinky race of people. I mean they brought us Hentai and anime and gave us words like yaoi…and how else are there so many of them." I couldn't help but blush, thankfully who could tell.
"Okay, Sam's point might be a valid one." I laugh. "So Sam what would you like from us if Mike is the first to notice?"
"Well you're easy…I want the same thing Puck wants. I want you on your hands and knees with one of us in your hot little pussy and one in your tight little chocolate starfish." He smiled. But then he started to think. He sat there for a long time coming up with the perfect bet.
I got a little impatient. "So what do you want from Puck is Mike notices us first?"
Finally he smiled sheepishly, "Puck has to blow me…not just a normal blow job but somewhere semipublic…somewhere where there is a possibility of us getting caught. Not school though."
"Shit, Sammy boy…do you have some exhibitionistic tendencies?" Puck asked throwing Sam a dirty leer. "That's all kinds of hot."
We all shared a laugh, before they turned their attention to me. "So what so you want from us if you win?" Sam asked me with a smile.
I didn't even have to think that hard. "One of the over nights, Sectionals or Regionals, I want slaves for the whole weekend…sexual and regular."
"Gonna order us around, Kitten?" Sam asked.
"Yes, Mistress…would you like us to practice tonight?" Puck asked with a smile on his face that belied the humility of his tone.
I smiled. "No, not tonight. Tonight why don't you two just try telling me your favorite fantasy. I'm not saying I'm gonna do it, but it could open up a good, I don't know, avenues of conversation…let us get to know each other better. I want to hear your dirtiest fantasies…Something you barely want to admit to yourself. But that gets you off. Everytime you allow yourself to think of it. We'll take turns. Reverse alphabetical order. It doesn't even have to really be physically possible."
Sam buried his head in the sofa pillows. "Why have I gotta go first." He whined.
"Because I sure as hell ain't going first, and whether you say Puck or Noah, he still comes after Mercedes and before Sam."
He sat straight up and sighed. "Alright…fine. I'll go first. This is, hell this is my first fantasy. It started as a dream…my first wet dream. I've had it off and on since I was twelve. I don't see the woman's face, but she's a full figured, black woman with lovely big breasts. And her breasts are swollen with breast milk. Somehow I know that she is the mother of my children…that her breasts are swollen with milk for our babies. It starts the same way. Her on top of me. Her thighs are hot and soft against my waist as she lowers herself down my dick. She rides me…fucking both of us hard." Sam's voice sounded far away, like he'd gone into the fantasy. "As she cums, her breasts start to leak. I lean up and lick the droplets off her hard, inflamed nipples. It tastes so good. We move together, and god I latch onto her breasts licking and sucking, until I pump her full of my cum as I suck her sexy ass tits dry." He finishes.
I look over at him. He looks so sexy. His face is flushed. His green eyes almost glowing. The pajama pants are tented with the evidence of how much this fantasy arouses him. Puck taps me on the shoulder. "His dream girl sounds a lot like you, Lil Mama." He gives me a wicked smile leaning even closer he whispers, "You should suck
him dry."
I didn't need permission exactly…but I will admit that had Puck not made the suggestion, I never would have moved. I slid to my knees and turned facing Sam. I pushed his legs apart and nestled between them. With Sam's help, I bared the lovely pink flesh of his cock. I lowered my mouth, and blew a hot breath across the bulbous head. My tongue soon followed my breath. I licked the head, paying special attention to the sensitive skin under the overhang; I listened carefully for clues that would direct my action.
I used my lips to cover my teeth and lowered my head, taking more and more of him into my mouth. "God Cede…damn." Was his oh so eloquent response. Up and down I moved my head, sucking hard as I lowered my mouth and licking hard with a stiffened tongue the thick underside vein as I retreated. I used my free hand to fondle and play with his balls; they felt strange in my hand…his hair softer and less curly than Puck's.
It's strange. I was doing this to pleasure him, and yet I found myself getting not just aroused; but really, really stimulated. The loose silky fabric of my nightgown was teasing my nipples, and I could feel my pussy getting heavy and wet. Puck moved behind me. I could feel his hands as they pushed my nightgown up. They slid sensuously over the skin of my ass and flank. He slid a finger up the wet cleft of my pussy and chuckled. "You're so wet, Mama. If I didn't know better, I'd think you liked sucking Sam's dick. I've gotta tell you. I'm really liking watching you sucking Sam's dick. You look so beautiful with your mouth full. Damn I want to slip inside you so bad right now. Fuck you full of my cum. Knock you so far up you become the world's first natural octomom. I want to take you…fully, hard. I want to fuck you so much, so hard that there are no longer three separate people…just a three body sexual entity. I want to spend forever fucking the two of you in any and every way I can think of. And you have no idea how many dirty things I have thought of in the course of the last three, four minutes you've been sucking Sam off."
He pushed one of his fingers inside me, and I couldn't hold back. I came hard, screaming around Sam's cock in my mouth. It was too much for Sam. He unloaded into my mouth. "Fucking Beautiful. God Mercedes. So good." He babbled as he came. Through the haze of my own pleasure I watched as Puck wrapped a hand around Sam's erection, jerking it. Magnanimously making the blond's orgasm even more intense and long lasting.
Once we finally caught our breaths, Puck pulled me to my feet and gave me a slow, lazy kiss. He didn't even flinch at the fact that I had Sam's cum on my lips and face. In fact when he finished kissing me, he collected the ejaculation from my chin with his pointer and slid it into my mouth. his sexy groan shot through me when I swirled my tongue around his finger. One more deep, sensual kiss and we sat back down. Sam was looking at us like he wanted to eat us up, his eyes hooded and sated.
"Okay…so I guess it's my turn." Puck said jovially. Sam and I threw him confused looks. "What? That was what you guys made me want to do to you. Consider it my reaction to Sam's fantasy." We both nodded. We were gonna argue against a glimpse into the psyche of our more experienced lover. "Now I'm gonna be real with you. I'm sick. When it comes to sex shit, I'm a sick, sick muthafucker. Other than kids, blood and snuff…I pretty much want to try everything. I mean stuff even perverts flinch at I'd like to try at least once just to see if it's any fun. But yeah I want to do some really sick things. I want to fuck you in public, like in an elevator with security cameras or something. I want to tie you to a bed side by side and just go back and forth reaming your asses. I want us to sit together in a room with a one way mirror and slip all the other NDs some aphrodisiacs and watch them go at it like rabid weasels. I think that Quinn would be a lot happier if she would just find someone who would let her fuck them with a strap on. And Rachel, she needs to get fucked in the worse way. I definitely don't want to be the one fucking her, but I'd love to see it happen. I'm a dude so of course I want to see Brittany and Santana go at it. but I would fucking love to see Blaine putting it to Kurt…I mean is Kurt gonna be that prissy even when he's getting sexed? And like Sam said Asians are pretty kinky."
"So basically your fantasy is to be as sexually deviant as you can in one room while watching all the rest of our friends being as sexually deviant as they can at the same time." Sam summarized.
"Yeah." Puck said dreamily. "That or tying the two of you down and fucking you over and over and over."
"So why would you want the three of us to just watch the New Direction orgy? Why wouldn't you want us to join in?" I asked. "Not that I would want to join in…it sounds like a hot shitty mess."
"Because you and Sam are mine. Sam and I we saw you when no one else did. I don't want them to see you now and get to touch all up on you. Hell I'm surprised Santana hasn't tried to push up on you already." He said. When he caught my embarrassment, he laughed. "She has; damn it I wish I had seen that."
"She hasn't said anything. But she's always staring at my chest or ass. And I don't know how I know it's her…but I do. Brittany keeps asking me to remind her to ask you what I taste like. Because she swears that since I look like chocolate and apparently I smell like chocolate, I must therefore taste like chocolate." I answered.
Puck and Sam both chuckled at that, before Sam turned to Puck and said, "SO really Puck, what's the real one. The deep, dark secret fantasy that you are keeping back?" at Puck's look of surprise, Sam explained. "those answers may be part of the truth…they are things that interest you. I'll give you that, but I know whenever I even think about mine…well, you saw. You aren't even hard."
I watched as Puck, of all people, blushed and stammered. Giving credence to Sam's words. I took pity on him. "Alright…well, I'll go ahead and go while Puck takes a minute to pull himself together." I said reasonably. I took a deep breath and settled my nerves. "Now I've not let myself have this one a lot. I mean I try really hard not to think about real life guys because well…I just don't." I can give them the fantasy without fully baring my soul, right? "I really haven't had it since, well not Rocky Horror last year. It kinda sucks that all the guys are always sniffing around Quinn and Santana and Brittany, and hell even Rachel. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Britt and all and Quinn and Satan and even Rachel are my friends. But even Satan's store brought tits are a lot smaller than mine, and Britt's adorable, but she's so skinny. so maybe this fantasy was born from the need to be seen as desirable by the guys I have an emotional connection with. A fantasy of being thought sexy and desirable by all of you guys." I drifted off. "I walk into the auditorium in my Frank-N-Furter costume…not the one I actually wore, but the one I wished I could wear. The one with the corset I wore last night. Puck was there, not in juvie, playing Meatloaf's character…the bad boy. Sam was still in those golden shorts. Finn was still all clueless as Brad. Even Mike and Artie and Mr. Schuester…all of you wanted me. And not one of you was gonna take no for an answer. But it all started so simply. With kisses. By the time it got to the point of no return, I was practically begging for it. Over and over, one by one, in twos, in threes. At the end, when I've had so many orgasms I can't even speak, I'm lying there covered in cum, covered in it. It's oozing from every orifice. My breast are aching from all the sucking and pinching and twisting. My neck and chest, even my thighs, are a mass of hickeys." I groaned.
I shivered and breathed deeply. I was absently dragging my hands across my breasts. As I teased my own nipples I went even deeper in detail explaining to the boys how and where and what I dreamed of having done to me. I was brought back to awareness by Puck and Sam attacking me with their lips and hands. I came even harder than ever before.
"See, Puck, that's what we want from you. The real one. The one that is so strong it makes you lose all semblance of control." Sam said gently. He was a bit muffled as he was licking up the evidence of our arousal. "Mercedes almost came without us even touching her. Her arousal was so damn strong. And so damn Sexy…Fuck Cedes…even Mr. Schue." He said playfully.
Puck shivered. "It's not that I'm trying to hide anything. It's just I don't know if…"
"You don't know if we'll still be with you if you tell us." I said gently.
"You don't have to worry about that. We've reserved the right not to do it. We aren't trying to judge you, just learn something new about you."
"Ok. It's not that dirty, probably because it predates most of the truly sick shit I've learned about since I started having it. It's just really embarrassing." Puck said ducking his head a bit. "I've been having this since hell since the day Mercedes walked into my freshman lit class. She was so fucking hot with the biggest tits I'd ever seen outside of a porno, and this was a few years back. Sam she walked into that class in a white shirt and her tits looked fucking edible. I swear, man, they looked bigger than her head. I've always fantasized about a threesome. And it's always been me, a chick and another dude…from that day forth the girl was always Sexy Mama. The guy didn't morph into Sam until I watched the two of you dancing at prom last year. It's always the same we go to the Bunny Ranch…you know from that old HBO show Cathouse." When Sam and I both nod, he continues. "I want to go there with you, both of you. We pick out another voluptuous black woman…either a lot darker or significantly lighter than Mercy…but her tits have to be at least as big. They have to be natural though, cannot stand fake tits. God Mama…I just want to watch her tease you and eat your pretty, sweet little cunt when Sam and I are fucking you. I want to watch the two of you rub up against each other covered in baby-oil while I drill Sam's tight ass. I want to help her eat you out while Sam's reaming mine. I want to fuck your ass while Sam pounds your pussy and she plays with those big pretty tits. I want to watch you suck and play with her big tits. I want Sam and I to fuck you so much and fill you up with so much cum that nine months later, you gave us the ultimate remembrance that we nicknamed Bunny."
"What do you think it means that all of our fantasies involve impregnation?" I wondered aloud.
"Wait…yours didn't. Or did it and you just held back?" Sam chided.
"Ok fine. It doesn't when I can control my mind…but when I dream it, it's a lot longer and it includes more drama than One Life to Live." I said blushing. "Besides it will never happen. My mom put me on the shot when Quinn moved in, and they would be so disappointed in me if I got knocked up before I finished college."
"Don't sweat it baby. They are fantasies. All this means is that they have a common thread. And Sam's is really more of a lactation fantasy anyway." Puck teased. "I will say that I have some seriously dirty ones of things I would love to do you when your sexy tits are all swollen and tender." He said with a shiver.
"God, just imagine them all leaky and swollen and sensitive, and sliding your dick between them, her sweet milk providing the lube." Sam whispered.
For the rest of the night when ever there was a lull in conversation one of them would come up with some new sex act they could perform to my pregnancy swollen body. And the more they talked the more I hated the fact that it would be at least five years before I could make their fantasies come true.
