House Call - Episode 5

>beach boy
>it's mating season apparently and you're getting ready to obliterate the iron maiden that is Priyanka Maheswaran
>aka
>Connie's mom

>you and Doctor Proctor are siting on your knees on the futon, smooching affectionately
>you're pleasantly surprised she doesn't taste like wine and old leather

"You know, Beach Boy," she says, drawing back for a moment, "I'm pleasantly surprised you don't taste like microwave meals and frozen foods."

>y-you too
>you resume smooching at Priyanka's general face area
>she quietly chuckles, grinning as you feed on her earlobes and the part of her jawline nearest to her neck
>you can feel her running her hands up and down your arms before they migrate up to your shoulders and pull you a bit closer
>you return to her mouth and graduate to the tip of her nose, then between her eyebrows, then her forehead as you lightly drag your nails up her back
>you run your fingers through her hair, giving it a light tug as you descend towards the small of her back
>she doesn't need much coaxing and scoots onto your lap
>you relax your posture a bit, so she gets even closer, pressing herself against you
>the two of you hold onto each other tightly, affectionately nuzzling one another

Priyanka smiles warmly, letting her loosened blouse fall away as you run your hands up and down her back. Seeing your eyes go wide and your cheeks blush at her generous bust, she chuckles. "Don't be shy." She runs her hand through your hair, pulling you into her chest. "It's a bit late for that."

Having swallowed you up in her lacy, black brassiere, she tightly wraps her arms around you and strokes the back of your head as you nervously begin to explore this new territory. You roll your face around between her breasts, closing your eyes and losing yourself in the thiccness. You cling to her tightly, gently kneading her body as your hands roam about aimlessly. You give her a peck on each tid and bring your hands to the hooks of her bra. You look up at her, craning your neck so you don't let the warmth on either side of your head slip away.

Priyanka nods with a sly, expectant look. You swallow and quickly get to work. What starts out as slow, careful tugging becomes aggravated pulling and stretching. Just as you're about to tear it off completely, you feel your arms slacken as the hooks come loose. You smile, surprised and relieved.

You suddenly topple backwards; Priyanka grins as she takes you do the mattress with your head still buried between her chesticles. "My turn." You groan as she moves back, removing her warm, plump pillows from your face and letting the cold sting of wintry air hit your cheeks. She chuckles, nuzzling you before giving you a light kiss on the mouth. She draws back, raking you with her nails as she sits up. She grins at your frustration; her bra stubbornly refuses to drop as she looks down at you while her eyes explore you.

Priyanka slips her hands beneath your shirt, and you feel the cold radiating off them as they hover above your belly. You gasp sharply as she presses them into you and squirm uncomfortably; Dalai Mama giggles at your predicament. As you adjust, she runs her hands up and down your body, playing with your nipples, picking at your chest hair, letting her well-manicured nails lightly scratch at your most ticklish areas before she eventually gets her fill, and moves back.

Priyanka leans down over your legs and groin, giving you mischievous, seductive look. She withdraws one of her hands and slowly moves your shirt up; she closes her eyes, giving a long, soft smooch near your waistline. As she exposes more of your body, she continues to smooch at your tummy. Once your chest is exposed, she brings your shirt over your head as finally pulls it towards your hands, but stops, clutching your wrists. She grins at you before giving you a warm, breathy kiss. She eagerly pushes her tongue past your teeth, running it over your own as she brings it towards her mouth; she quickly latches onto your tongue with her lips, lightly suckling it as she pulls her head back. She smooches your forehead, nose and chin as she begins withdrawing, trailing her tongue behind her as she maintains eye contact.

Sitting up, Priyanka clutches your length through your pants. She looks down at you longingly, with a somewhat guilty expression. "I... I know I said we would make love in the, ah, missionary position..." Priyanka tugs her hips free of her pants as she brings them down, exposing her full-figured form; "...but I can't wait. I can't wait anymore." You can't help but marvel at how wide her thighs are, and the heat radiating from her eager sex feels like it could burn your house down. You knit your brow, nodding as you offer a compromise.

>'yanka
>we can still do it missionary
>lay back and we'll get you out of those silky undies
>Priyanka hesitates, but nods
>you pull yourself out from beneath her and kneel at the edge of the bed as she lies back
>she gives you a confused look

"I, ah, I thought you - I thought we - ?" You nod with a reassuring smile. You reach beneath her, gladly taking more time than you need as you slide your hands under her big, brown backside and pull her hips towards you. Priyanka lightly clutches her still conveniently-placed bra as she draws her legs towards herself, inadvertently presenting herself to you. "Are you... are you going to take me from the edge of the bed?" She cocks her head, looking up at you with an unusually adorable amount of concern. "...wouldn't you be more comfortable if you were lying with me?"

>hnnnnnng

You swallow audibly, grinning nervously as you ignore her invitation. You run your hands up her thighs, slipping your fingers beneath the elastics of her shockingly scandalous scanties and slowly begin bringing them forward. You feel your heart racing and your skin burning as you draw closer and closer to unveiling Priyanka's maheswaran. After what seems like an eternity, you pull them free. Priyanka looks away momentarily as her face grows red, but she quickly returns to staring at you with a flush, impatient expression. "Well, th-they're off." She's short with her words, and she jumps at your touch. "Were you planning on -"

Priyanka cries out in surprise as she feels your tongue roll over her love-button, accompanied by a hot breath and the raking of your teeth. You feel her shudder and clutch your head as you sample her goods, barely keeping yourself under control as you dip your tongue into her drooling honeypot. "Oh - oh my -" Her chest heaves as she stares down at you, entranced. She slips a hand under bra, feeling at her Hershey kisses as you dine on her fuzzy peach. Instinctively, she pushes her hips towards you while spreading her legs a bit more.

You gladly accept her invitation and, after a painfully long lap at her loins, you migrate towards her milk dud and start to dig in. You take her budding buzzer in your mouth, basting it with your tongue as you let your scalding hot breath roll over it like the morning fog. You gently caress her thighs as you continue your feast, feeling them tremor at your touch. You run a hand up her body and let it rest on her tummy, where it is soon joined by one of her own; you find yourself linking fingers with her as you start to feel her hips close around you like a warm sarcophagus. Priyanka's breathing quickly becomes louder, growing more erratic as you feel her begin to shake all over. She grips your hand and hair almost painfully as her breath catches in her throat and you feel an almost searing warmth surge across your tongue and chin. You flinch at the sudden impact, but lap up her nectar as her orgasm slowly winds down.

You give her a soft smooch on her gooey gumdrop and stroke it with your thumb as you look her way. Priyanka is staring back, silently pleading with you to embrace her. You bite your lip and quickly drop your pants; as you you reveal your battering ram, you begin fishing about for your condom. As you glance about, you realize you can't find it. You glance at Connie, who quickly pushes something behind her. You'd chew her out, but you just got done with her mom; heyo.

"It's alright." You look back at Priyanka, eyes wide. "It's alright." She slowly writhes about, letting her bra finally come loose. "Take me."

You abandon all delusions of control, running your shaft down Priyanka's pussoir before positioning yourself at her entrance. You lean over her, feeling her legs wrap around your waist as you bring your face towards hers. As she draws closer for a kiss, you pounce. Priyanka cries out as her eyes shoot open; she arches her back as your member dives into her with wild abandon. You quickly bottom out, causing her to gasp sharply and visibly jump as the tip of your junk kisses her cervix. You feel Priyanka's love dripping down your pelvis and quickly envelop her, eagerly squeezing her in your arms as you count her teeth with your tongue. You raise your hips, withdrawing most of your dick before letting them drop with enough force to win the Strong-Man game at the fair. Priyanka's cries hit the back of your throat, shaking you to the core as you fiercely drive yourself in and out of her; gliding on her juices.

You take her in your arms as you move back onto the futon; you lie her down and put a hand beneath her head. Priyanka stares up at you in a haze and you do your best not to break eye contact as you bring yourself into her again and again. You lean down and attack her breathe into her mouth as you begin picking up the pace; you're delighted to see her struggling to stave off her next orgasm. Sure enough, you see her eyes roll before she shuts them tightly, throwing her head back and crying out as you feel her entire body tightly squeeze you. A familiar warmth washes over your groin, driving you over the edge. You cry out, thrusting yourself into her harder than before as you feel your shaft surge; you paint her walls white with each thrust, driving your love deeper into her body as you furiously pound away. Finally, you give out and go limp above her; warmly clutching her as you shower her with smooches.

Priyanka sighs and moans, rocking her hips against you as she accepts your affections. However, you hear something unexpected. "You, ah... You're not finished, are you?" You swallow hard and draw back to peer at her. "I mean... I felt you ejaculate inside of me, but that doesn't mean you're done, right?"

>uh
>i thought you were done so

"So just because I have a mind-shattering orgasm, you think I'm tapped out?" Priyanka narrows her eyes at you before a grin slowly spreads across her face. "Oh, no. I'm not done. /You're/ not done."

Before you can react, you feel Priyanka's legs wind tightly around you. Before you can wriggle out from between her thighs, you feel her arms slip around your shoulders. Before you can slide out from between her bosoms, you feel her hips violently buck against you. You cry out as your sensitive breeding bone is pulled further into her depths; the glans running over her warm, moist walls. You instinctively try to flee, but you're firmly locked in place as Priyanka continues to ravage your body.

>ghhgh
>pr-priyanka
>wait

"Don't -" she digs her nails into your back, "don't think you're getting out of this any time soon."

>no
>i was just gonna ask if you'd rather be on top

You feel Priyanka's puffy pussoir loosen its death grip on you as she slows her breeding frenzy. "On top..?"

>lemme show you what i mean

Wrapping your arms around her, you quickly flip yourself and Priyanka over. She blinks her eyes a few times; leaning back, she looks you over, running her nails over your bare skin. "Oh, yes." Priyanka grins maliciously; "This will do nicely." Looking to the side, she blushes. "...this, ah, this is certainly different from missionary, isn't it?"

>Pri
>all you gotta do
>is make like Skrill and drop the bass

She cocks her head; "Who's 'Skrill?'"

>oy vey
>reach around, firmly grasp Priyanka's plump plush patoot with both hands
>raise her up
>let her drop

"OH!" She cries out as her eyes shoot open; "W-well! Now I see what all the fuss is about." She leans forward, firmly gripping your shoulders as she raises her hips for round two; "I should've tried this 'cowgirl' thing much sooner."

>me too
>wait

Priyanka drops her weight on your pelvis, knocking the air out of you and sending another high-pitched moan through your shack.  You breathe deep, groaning as Priyanka raises her hips again; this time, you meet her halfway. A spark courses through her body, and her eye momentarily roll back. Looking down at you, an excited smile slowly spreads across her face to match your own.

You thrust up, meeting Priyanka halfway as she drops her wide, wide waist onto you again and again and again. You both sweat feverishly, faces torn between ecstasy and fierce determination. A nice, warm puddle has formed beneath you, and Priyanka's love noisily splatters across your legs with each impact. You reach up, gripping the back of her head as you near the end while she heatedly stares into your eyes. Your thrusts go faster and faster, until suddenly, you feel a crushing tightness followed by a scalding heat. Priyanka presses herself into you, shuddering violently as her body is wracked with orgasm. You follow not a second later, tightly gripping her lovehandles as you feel your sack tense up. Your shaft bulges obscenely with the first volley of breeding batter; Mama Maheswaran tremors with each heavy impact of your seed and very soon, the two of you collapse into a sweating heap.

Priyanka's lights are out; and you can feel yourself dozing off as well. Giving her a peck on the cheek, you reluctantly pull out and cover her up; you figure you'll just get the stains out tomorrow. When you turn to pick up your undies, you're met by a large pair of eyes.

"...Me too." Connie stares up at you, flushed red and trembling. "Me too."