House Call - Episode 6

"What?" You blink your eyes, trying to get the sex haze out of your vision.

Connie slowly creeps toward you; "Me too." She stops between your legs, placing her sweaty palms on your hips as she stares up at you with large, needy eyes.

"Connie, no." You ease her hands off of you and gently scoot her back. "This sorta thing isn't for you. Not for a few years, anyway." Giving her a stern look, you add "And what about Steven?" A familiar look of guilt comes over Connie's face, though you notice barely disguised lust.

"...he's a good friend..." She draws closer, wrapping her arms around you and laying her head on your chest. You sigh, knowing there's no getting out of this. You wrap her up in your arms and give her a tight squeeze; it's pretty cold tonight so you appreciate the warmth.

You pull back a tad, grip Connie's chin between your thumb and index and look her in the eye. "Are you absolutely sure about this?" With a slow blink, Connie says nothing and softly kisses your thumb. You grimace, but your biological need to breed is more powerful than your moral compass. "Alright," you say, putting your hand on her cheek, "c'mere."

You start off slow with a quick peck on the lips; you need time to recover from drilling Priyanka for oil. Connie doesn't seem to mind and affectionately leans in, putting her hands on your shoulders before sliding her arms further forward to press herself against you. She nibbles on your lip for a moment before pressing the attack, slipping her tongue into your mouth as she breathes down your throat. You suck on her curiously thick tongue and wrap your arms around her, giving her a tight squeeze that seems to excite her even more. Reluctantly, you release her tongue with a soft 'pop!' and place your hands on each side of her head. You tilt her head back and lightly kiss her chin and jaw, then continue down her neck to her clavicles and back up, nipping at her ear while you graze her bottom lip with your thumb.

You press your lips to Connie's, giving her a firm smooch. You repeat this a few times before really laying into her, running your hands through her hair and rolling your tongue across her lips. She opens her mouth with a needy groan, letting her tongue loll out as she grips your hands. You baste her tongue with your own; she runs hers across your lip, but eventually leans in for more. You eagerly knock her uvula about with your tongue while you smoosh her cheeks in your hands. You start running them down her body, squeezing her here and there as you get a feel for her small frame. As you bring her hands across the small of her back, you tug her nightgown up and slip your hands underneath; partially for warmth but mostly because the cold is a fun weapon to play with.

Connie gasps sharply as you press your cold fingertips against her bare skin. She gives you a dirty look, but doesn't protest as you give her pert patoot a small squeeze. You run your hands up her back, intent on slipping off her nightgown; Connie reluctantly releases you from her embrace as you bring her jammies over her head. She shivers, blushing at the fact you're the first person to see her in such a state. Her chocolate chips are standing at attention, and could cut through you easier than Pearl's nose. You give her a peck on the shnozz and work your way down to her chest, taking your time with her collarbones before moving to sample her sweets. You run a few quick circles around her milk dud before giving it a quick nip and moving on to the next one.

You come back up, giving her a loving squeeze and a smooch on the forehead. "You want me to, uh?" You glance down at her clothed crotch, wondering if she wants to experience the next best part of foreplay or just jump into it.

"Yeah..." Connie blushes, looking away for a moment. "But, um," she grins up at you someone nervously; "you don't need to get on the floor if you don't want to." Connie gives you a peck and climbs onto the futon; luckily, Priyanka is lying vertically, so you have a bit of room to stretch out.

You lay Connie back, gently resting her head on your pillow and giving her another deep kiss before you decide to head south. You smooch her tit, you smooch her tat, then you smooch the part between them and continue towards her tummy. After a long, strange journey, you finally reach her star-studded scantaloons. With a flick of your wrist, they come loose. Connie, unlike her mother, isn't as shy about exposing her dripping honeypot to you, though you're sure her 'hunger' is playing a large part in her lack of modesty.

Rather than diving into her choco taco like a bulldog trying to eat oatmeal, you make like Heaven and take her leg in one hand and breast in the other. You kiss her ankle, the back of her knee (you sick fuck) and take your time descending down her thigh while you gently fondle her flatness. Despite her age and late emergence into puberty, you're pleasantly surprised by how much her hips are taking after her mother's. You hunker down and smack your lips before looking up at Connie to see if she's ready, but she's already tightly shut her eyes and painfully gripped your hand. You feel the first hairline fracture in your knuckle is a good time to start.

You lean forward and take a agonizingly long lap at her previously unsullied girlhood as if it were chick-flavored ice cream, causing Connie to sharply cry out and make you jump. She quickly locks her legs behind your head, but you don't want to drag this scene out as much as you did last time. You decide to deploy your secret technique.

You bat her sour-patch kid around with your tongue, roll it around in your mouth and rake your teeth over it. You take a quick jab at her drooling juicebox with your tongue before tightly latching on to her northern light and roughly begin suckling at it. You can hear Connie babbling incoherently as an overwhelming heat rolls over your mouth and chin; a light spurt of spidu  hits your tongue, but this just makes you attack her harder. After a good fifteen minutes that I'm not going to write about, you lick the vajuice from your lips and dive into Connie's mouth, giving her a deep, sloppy smooch as your fingers noisily slip into her.

Connie cries into your mouth, squirming wildly and tightly clutching the back of your head as her body lights up like a Christmas tree. She looks at you through hazy, drooping eyes and lays a hand on your cheek to make sure you're really there. She tries to tell you something, but it comes out slurred and ends with more sexual body language. You want Connie lucid for her first time though, so you give her thoroughly polished pearl a pinch, knocking her out with a powerful orgasm. She'll wake up in a few minutes, so you pass the time making the floor more comfortable and put on some heat before heading over to the fridge to grab a certain something from the cabinet above it.

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You're lying down, comfortably wedged between several layers of blankets. You're slowly beginning to doze off in your sea of comfort when you feel things beginning to shift. You glance down and see a large, curry-scented lump heading towards you.

"...hi, Beach Boy." Connie pokes her head out from beneath the covers, pressing her still naked body against your still naked own as she gives you a gentle smooch and an affectionate nuzzling. "Thanks, um," she gives you a small, embarassed grin, "th-thanks for making, um, making me -"

"Yep." You cuddle her, assimilating her into your castle of comfort. You rustle her hair a bit; "I figured I'd let you sleep with your mom. She can't keep all that pudge to herself, you know."

Connie giggles, smiling nervously. "Well... I figured since, um..." She buries her face in your chest, "...since you made me, um... I thought I could... Make you..." Connie reels back, face burning red. "I - I mean, y - you know, so we'd, ah, we'd be... Um, even."

You narrow your eyes.

"I - I mean, ah, we don't have to or anything! I just figured -"

You shrug with an amused grin; "You don't have to if you don't want to." You raise an eyebrow, "/Do/ you want to?"

Connie's eyes go wide, and she buries her face in your chest once more. "I! Well - when you say it - when you say it like that -"

You pat her on the head, smiling reassuringly. "Relax. I'm not gonna make you do it or anything." You give her a peck on the cheek; "Take your time; there's no need to rush." You blush; "Oh gosh; I didn't sound too creepy did I?"

Connie looks up at you, grinning mischievously; "You did 'that' kinda stuff to me, and you're worried about /sounding/ creepy?"

You grin widely. "Well," you growl in a low, gravely voice, "I'll just have to be creepier from now on."

You and Connie burst into laughter, cuddling each other tightly as you mentally psyche yourselves up for the home stretch. You give Connie a squeeze before giving her the green light. Connie blushes, but nods; she gives you a kiss on the cheek, and then on the mouth and continues on her way down south. She stops to nip your nips, giggling as you jump.

"You little shit." You pretend to scowl at her, though you knew it was coming.

"Even." Connie pops back up to give you a smooch before continuing.

Connie finally reaches her destination, and nervously eyeballs your candy cane. You toss the covers back a bit to give her some air, and gently pet her while she continues looking you over. "Uh - um -" She looks up at you, unsure how to proceed. "Should I just - Do I put my mouth on it?"

You shrug and stroke her cheek; "Just do what comes naturally." You grin somewhat smugly; "You can hold my hand if you want."

To your surprise, she does.

After much deliberation, Connie slowly wraps her fingers around your beach boy and gives it a gentle squeeze, getting a feel for it. She runs the tips of her fingers up your shaft and down the back of your stocking stuffer, sending shivers up your spine. She gives your length a few unsteady strokes with her thumb and finger before migrating a little lower; she softly fondles each beach ball before her eyes fall upon your 'crown.' Your doorbuster jumps at her touch, the tree-topper being more sensitive than usual due to how much heat is pumping through it.

"Hey," says Connie, stroking from tip and tightly squeezing the base, "check it out!" Your ladykiller bounces along with each heartbeat, and Connie's small, warm hands are just making things worse.

"You ready?" You give Connie's hand a firm squeeze as you quickly work out how to get her through this mess.

She swallows hard, but nods.

You sigh nervously; "Alright... Alright..." You look to the side, smilingly shyly. "Just, um, stroke it like you were doing." Your face grows red; "N-not too tight, but not too lose, okay?"

She nods, and slowly gets to work. "Um, like this?" You nod and tell her to keep it slow for now.

"Okay," you swallow hard as you prepare to explain the next step, "now, um... Your tongue, ah -" Connie looks up at you, making you shift your gaze in a hurry. "Y-yeah, um, your tongue. Uh, use your tongue. J-just, um, lick it a bit, yeah?"

You feel Connie squeeze your hand and glance down at her; she's smiling up at you warmly. "Hey, I'm nervous too," she lays her head on your thigh, "but it's you don't have to be embarrassed or anything." Beaming, she adds "We're friends, right?"

The pounding in your chest eases up a bit, and you swallow audibly; the smile creeping its way across your face is Connie's cue. She strokes the back of your hand with her thumb as her unusually thick tongue rolls out of her mouth and gives you a quick, experimental lick. She muses for a bit before she continues; running her tongue up your shaft a few times before pausing to flick your frenulum. You "hnnng" pretty hard and feel tingles wash over your thighs; Connie notices and repeats, watching your reaction carefully. Seeing the way you writhe makes her flat little chest go bump-bump.

"Well," she says, grinning at you with calamitous intent, "did I just see you..?"

"nope nah no nuh-uh no you didn't"

Connie narrows her eyes and gives your He-Spot a quick jab with her tongue.

"C-connie, no"

Followed by a slow, long lick that ends with a sudden, speedy slip.

"No"

And at last, an antagonizing amount of laggle'ing.

"ghghgh"

Connie giggles, coming up to smooch your cheek; "You're cute."

"The pot calls the kettle black." You do your best to pretend you're annoyed with her, but you're both having too much fun.

Connie nuzzles you, squeezing your hand before heading back down. "Okay, so... I just, um, put my mouth on this right?" She gives you a few loose jerks and hovers her gaping maw above your tongue depressor; her breaths are warm and her hesitation allows some of her drool to drip over you. You curl your toes in anticipation.

"Yeah..." You tap your fingers on the back of her hand; "Just be careful with your teeth, okay? It's a pretty sensitive piece of equipment."

Connie nods and starts her descent, letting her tongue slide beneath your tree topper as a hot breath washes over the rest of it; soon enough, Connie's lips snugly lock around the peak of your mountain and slide down at an almost painfully slow rate. She looks to you for affirmation, but you're preoccupied trying to stare at your forehead as your eyelids flutter like moths by a streetlamp. Connie quickly gets to work, gently stroking your length as she carefully attempts to go the distance. Not making much progress past the head, she quietly falls into a rhythm; descending with scalding breaths and ascending with a rolling tongue. As you near the edge, you snap out of your confusion.

"Alright," you bark, louder than intended, "that, um, that's enough." You release Connie's hand and sit up, pulling her up to your level to rain smooch upon her; "You did a great job, but if you kept going things might end a little sooner than you want, yeah?" Under your breath, you mutter "You don't like eggnog anyway."

Connie says nothing, pressing herself against you and giving you a firm squeeze with her arms. You can feel her slowly rocking against your maple log. "So, um..." She looks up at you, "Should we? I mean... If you wanna go to bed, that's fine."

You run your hands through her hair a few times, giving her an affectionate smooch between the eyes. "We don't have to if you don't want to."

"I do -" she cries; she quickly turns red and looks away. "...I do want to." She looks back up at you shyly; "I, um... I want to, ah, do 'that;' is - is that okay?"

You nod, but give her a serious expression. "Are you sure about this?" You put your hands on her shoulders and look her in the eye; "Are you /absolutely/ sure? There's no going back if we do this, you know."

After a few few moments, Connie stares up at you longingly. "I'm sure. I'm ready." She wraps her arms around you and kisses you deeply; you return her affections before your nervousness catches up with you.

You run your hands down her sides and raise her hips; you position yourself at her entrance and take her hand. "It's gonna hurt a bit. Ready?"

Connie nods with a warm smile; "I don't mind. We're friends." She leans in, kissing you one last time. "I'm ready."

You don't break eye contact and hold her closely as she tightly clasps your hand. Connie begins her descent, and you make sure to hold her steady. Naturally, you're having a tough time fitting in; every time you feel her beginning to open up, you slip out from beneath her. You release your grip on her hip and slip it underneath her to keep your yourself from veering off course yet again.

"Alright," you give her hand a squeeze, "now relax yourself; don't force it in."

Keeping her eyes on you, she takes a deep breath and gives one final push; she cries out as you finally breach her crushing depths. Her eyes quickly well up, but you hold her close now that you're in. You give her a few smooches; "We can just," you say, running your fingers through her hair, "we can just stay like this for awhile. Till it quits hurting, anyway." You smile warmly; "Okay?"

Connie sniffles, but nods and cuddles up to you. After a couple seconds, you feel her weight begin to shift a little and you reluctantly release her hand to help control her movements. She slowly picks herself back up, and even more slowly, starts her descent once more. She winces each time you enter her, but as she takes more of you inside with each movement, she begins to ease up; her grip on you loosens, her shoulders droop and her thighs slacken. She slowly comes to a halt and looks up at you.

"Almost halfway in;" you muse, giving her a peck on the lips and a gentle hug; "you're doing great."

Connie rolls her face around in your embrace before returning your affections and pushes her tongue into your mouth. "I think I'm ready to really get going now." she says, breaking this kiss to touch her forehead to yours.

You nod and tell her you'll move to the rhythm to help keep her legs from getting too tired. You wrap your arms around each other, and she rises up one last time. You lock eyes, and she gets moving. Connie's connie is almost painfully tight, but unbelievably slick; despite your girth and the fact that it's her first time, you comfortably glide in and out as you match your thrusts to her movements. She clings to you tightly, breathing unsteadily and occasionally bucking her hips when you slip in too deep. Eventually, Connie's lust overtakes her and you find her mouth firmly pressed to your own as her tongue wrestles with your own. You trade hot breaths as you lose yourselves to the mutual feeling of want.

A sharp yip slips out from Connie's lips, and you feel her sex firmly tighten around you as a familiar warmth begins traveling down your length; you can't hold out much longer yourself and feel your member tense up, sending an orgasm through you so fierce it makes your ears ring. Connie jumps as your love cascades across her insides, coating her sex in your thick, potent jism. Each time a volley travels up your shaft you break out in goosebumps, and Connie is bucking against you with all her might. But you're not done yet.

You spend the next two hours making your 'love' for each other quite clear; after the first round, you topple back and leave Connie to ride you as hard as she can, noisily dropping her hips on you as far as they'll go. Afterwards, you roll over and bring her legs up to your shoulders, putting her in a deep breeding press. Abandoning all delusions of control, you thrust against her back wall again and again until you're ready to make a direct deposit once more. Connie's orgasms have soaked through most of the bedding you've laid out on the floor and have thoroughly marked you as part of her territory, but Pearl's training has done wonders for her stamina. She raises her hips, putting her chest to the ground; Connie coos affectionately as you drape yourself over her, finding a few scraps of compassion as you rut deep inside her. Eventually, she's in your lap once again. You eagerly breathe each other in as you rock your hips against one another, crying out with every orgasm and heatedly exploring each other's bodies. You and Connie both go on autopilot as the night continues; you accept the darkness overtaking your vision with a sigh of relief as your mind finally gets a chance to rest.




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"Meeeeerry Christmaaaaas!" Connie bursts through the door of the Gem Abode. She runs up to Steven, throwing her arms around him as they both laugh wildly.

"Happy non-denominational holidays." Priyanka saunters in after her daughter, greeting Greg and the gems before drifting towards the kitchen, eager for tea.

"Happy - erk - merry - well; hey everybody." You stagger into Chateau de Universe, carrying a tower of seasonal concessions in one arm and dozens of wrapped presents in the other.

Garnet plucks your burdens from your arms and nods towards the couch. "We were just about to open presents;" she says with a small smile; "I'm sure we can find something for you under the tree."

You smile and nod, kicking off your shoes and tucking them under the couch. You sigh with relief, only for Amethyst to come crashing down on you.

"Heeeeeeeeey, Beach Boy!" She wraps her arm around your shoulders, roughly squeezing you as she chuckles. "How's it goin', man? Play any new games lately?"

"Seen any good movies?" Peridot plops herself down on the other side of you, drinking from an empty mug. Your remarks on her Christmas sweater are rewarded with a playful batting-at.

"Thirsty or something?" Lapis perches herself behind you, picking at your cheeks. You know she'd just blast you with water from her gem, so you decline.

"Here you are;" says Priyanka, handing you a tall glass of something that may-or-may-not be alcohol. "Cider. Chilled. Looked a bit old, though; it was stuffed pretty far back in the refrigerator." She pulls up a chair and daintily sets herself down, quietly sipping her tea. "So," she says, setting her glass on the table and giving you a devious look, "sleep well?"