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“Alright baby, I think you’re ready now.”
Brittany could not be more excited at hearing those words from Sam. She’d been waiting for him to say that ever since they met up in the janitor’s closet before Glee rehearsal.
They started making out as soon as the door shut and Brittany was about to go for Sam’s zipper before he pulled away from their kiss.
“Wait,” he said. “I have a special something in mind for today.”
With that, he pulled out a butt plug and some lube from his backpack. Brittany’s bright blue eyes widened in anticipation and she started clapping her hands before Sam brought a finger to his lips, reminding her that they shouldn’t make much noise. They didn’t have a lot of time before they had to be in the choir room so Brittany wasted none of it, turning around and bending over with her hands wrapping around her own ankles. She heard Sam chuckle and it made her smile, too. He always did love how flexible and eager she was.
So that’s how she sat through an entire rehearsal with a plug in her ass. Every time she moved she was reminded that Sam put it there, that he had plans for after everyone else had left. It made her giddy to think about.
During Blaine’s performance she was the first one to get up and dance around - which was usually the case, anyway, but this time around she had the toys base digging into her cheeks, giving her extra energy and frustration to work off.
At long last, Mr. Schue said his last words and it was only the two of them. It didn’t take long for Sam to bend her over the piano and toy with the plug. When he pulled it out a satisfying pop accompanied Brittany’s moan, he poured more lube on her tight hole and dove his fingers in. He stretched her out, preparing her the best he could. Brittany appreciated that, she did. Sam was such a considerate boyfriend, before, during, and after sex. But she was ready and she knew it, so what she needed now was less prepping and more feeling Sam thick cock deep in her ass.
When he announced she was ready, Brittany eagerly spread her cheeks with her hands, waiting to feel Sam’s tip at her opening.
She whimpered when Sam guided her hands away and explained that he wanted something a little different. They’d done it on the piano before and as great as that was, he instead lead her to one of the chairs and instructed her to sit down turning away from him.
“You think you can hook your legs around here for me?” Sam asked, his voice as gentle as ever to Brittany’s ears. He took one of her legs in his hand as he spoke and guided it to the chair’s leg. Britt did as asked, finding no difficulty in snaking around the metal. With her entire bottom half naked and the cold air hitting her exposed pussy and asshole, she was starting to get why Sam wanted her like this. It was a special kind of excitement that only reminded her of how badly she needed this.
“That’s it babe, you’re doing great,” Sam kissed the top of her head. “Now hold on to the back, okay?”
This was something Brittany didn’t need instructions for. She was gripping the cheap plastic, barely able to contain herself. She lifted off the chair just a tiny bit when she felt Sam’s hard cock start to tease her. He slipped under her pussy for a few strokes, moaning in satisfaction when it earned him a cry of his name from Britt. When she started moving against him, desperately trying to get some friction in, his strong hand on her lower back stopped her.
“Keep still. You can be a good girl for me, I know it.”
She bit her lip at those words, in an effort to concentrate. She loved it when he called her his good girl and didn’t want to disappoint him.
“I need you so bad,” she whined, hoping he would take pity and finally get to it.
“I know, I know.”
And then Brittany felt the cool lube trickle down on her asscrack once more, this time around with Sam’s dick accompanying it not much later. He grabbed a handful of her hair as he crouched down just enough to line up at her needy hole and, fucking finally, entered her.
Brittany gasped and wiggled at the sensation, at the not unfamiliar feeling of Sam’s cock diving into her, taking her inch by inch. She needed a bit of adjusting, they both knew it, but Sam had come to know every reaction of her body so he knew exactly when it was time to withdraw and push back into her.
He fucked her like that, just how she loved it. Sam split Brittany open in the best of ways and she kept crying out his name, even after all this time unable to process how someone could fill her up so well. She kept her legs firmly in place even as they began shaking and as Sam’s hand slithered under her, his fingers working at her clit.
“Come for me, Britt,” he leaned in and panted in her ear. “Come for me so next time you sit in this chair and watch our friends sing you can remember how well you took me up the ass. How you milked my cock and took my jizz like a good girl.”
She screamed as she came - how could she not, after all that? Sam’s fingers stayed busy with her clit as she rode out her orgasm but then he was leaning back, both hands on her hips as his thrusts sped up and another climax threatened to erupt from Brittany.
He came deep inside her ass like he promised he would when he first showed her the plug in the janitor's closet. Sam didn’t stop pushing into her until every last drop was emptied into his girlfriend's hole and admired when he pulled out and the gaping hole began pushing his cream right back out.
They made a nasty mess in the choir room that day, exactly like he had planned. And when they returned the next day for Glee, Brittany wasn’t the only one remembering just exactly what they’d done in one of those chairs.