*Boom, Boom, BANG!*
The door to Connie's dorm room practically exploded as Steven and Connie tumbled in, hands groping each other wildly, tongues passionately dancing in a fervent kiss. The heat spreading across their bodies drove them wild, clothes falling to the floor as Steven closed the door behind them with his foot while removing his jacket, making sure not to lose contact with the kiss. Connie quickly reached behind Steven and locked the door, exposing her neck just enough for Steven to nip swiftly and suck on the exposed skin. Connie let out a light yelp as this occurred, hands grasping the back of Steven's head as he guided her to the wall, fingers intertwining with his hair as she held on for dear life.
She assumed Steven would be very forward tonight based on their previous make-out session before the show and their incident as Stevonnie in the Dondai - but this moment between them was crazy! He'd been driving her wild ever since they got in the elevator. During the lift up, Steven kissed her deeply & snaked his hands under her shirt to trail along her sides, thumbs smoothly brushing along her hips and naval. What shocked her the most was his reaction when she alerted Steven to the security cameras. Knowing Steven would probably be bashful regarding his newly found sexuality, she was surprised when his quick response was simply, "I don't give a fuck."
Well, technically, that wasn't true. He certainly was about to give a fuck right now…literally.
Steven removed Connie's shirt (a green and white button-up). Connie lovingly and lustfully stared into Steven's eyes, inquiring if she could do the same. With a breathy "yes," provided by Steven, that was all the affirmation Connie needed. She reached out and pulled Steven's classic yellow-star black T off him. Now the couple was primarily topless.
Connie sported a delightfully adorable black-lace bra; her body gloriously toned through her many years of training, simultaneously showing her slender, curvy frame - proving she was, indeed, a woman - and she was about to roar. Steven, while still slightly chubby, had grown into his portly figure and now seemed more stout than flab, the perfect Tight-End body if he were a football player. His height added to his masculine aura.
However, the couple was secure in their gender identities enough to know they existed on a spectrum. After all, together, when fused, they were Stevonnie.
Steven, at that moment, felt like he was going crazy, eyes scanning Connie's body, delightfully absorbing the sight of her exposed flesh around her collarbone, her light-chocolate skin begging for a cream topping.
Steven wanted to supply that cream.
"My Stars…you're beautiful," Steven exclaimed, almost out of breath.
Equally out of breath, Connie replied, "So are you."
Steven slightly blushed, even more so when Connie's hand reached out and started rubbing the bulge between his legs, the light friction causing Steven to suck air through his teeth, making a slight hissing sound. Although he struggled with body image issues, as Connie lovingly stroked him while gazing caringly into his eyes, he felt safe.
At this point, things began to slow down as the two lovers reapproached the situation with less vigor than before, wanting to ensure each other was ready. As their kisses went from animalistic to sweet and tender, Connie continuously stimulated the erection that was practically bursting through Steven's jeans. Since this was also her first time, her movements were a bit clumsy. The best way she could describe her hand motions against Steven's crotch was that of a jellyfish, fingers flapping frantically, with no purpose other than to try and make Steven feel good (and it was definitely working).
Steven wanted to make Connie feel good too. However, since he recalled step 1 (consent), Steven's hands patiently waited just above Connie's breasts, desperately wanting to move forward like a lion about to pounce.
"May I?" Steven asked politely with a slight whimper.
"Please," Connie replied with a whimper of her own.
Steven growled, the sound of her plea turning him on even more. Both hands simultaneously grasped her breasts, the contact making Connie moan. Slowly but surely, he began caressing her chest like a baker with dough. Steven had never felt anything softer in his life. He noted how perfectly they filled his hands. After a quick squeeze, he leaned over and kissed her neck, then whispered in her ear, his breath hot with desire.
"I just want to kiss every inch of your body," he groaned.
Connie reached behind her back and looked Steven straight in the eyes. "Well, if that's the case…"
Knowing that Steven probably hadn't handled undoing a bra before, Connie decided to take the lead. In a flash, the only thing holding the bra to Connie's chest was Steven's hands. With the bra undone, as soon as Steven momentarily pulled away, the bra fell to the floor - allowing Steven to see Connie fully topless for the first time. The sight made Steven go slack-jawed. Her breasts were the perfect size at a C cup, complimenting her slender and well-toned frame. She had perky brown nipples that looked like Hersey's kisses. They were fully erect, just like Steven's cock - both indicators of how freakin' horny the couple was at the moment.
"Well, what do you think?" Connie asked playfully and curiously, wondering the way first-time lovers wonder when presenting their naked (in this case, semi-naked) bodies to each other for the first time.
Steven's reply, while not verbal, certainly was encouraging. He began kissing Connie's sternum, face flush between her boobs. His hands returned to kneading the delicate mounds of flesh while his tongue and lips flickered wildly along her sternum, occasionally kissing the side of her breasts. As immature as it may have been, Steven was fulfilling his fantasy of motorboating Connie. Bucket list: check.
"Ahhh, Steven," Connie breathed in sheer delight.
Steven continued planting deep kisses on her sternum while playing with her boobs. His hands would alternate between caressing her chest and pinching her nipples lightly, sometimes doing both concurrently. He watched Connie's expression intently, seeing what kind of noises he could elicit from the young woman as his hands went to work. Her eyes were closed shut due to the intense pleasure, and she had raised a knuckle to her mouth, biting tenderly. Whatever he was doing, it was working.
His tongue trailed up from her sternum, over her neck, and he began planting sweet, tender kisses on her jawline. His right index finger and thumb gently tugged on Connie's left nipple, earning a squeak from the former sword-fighter. Meanwhile, his other hand, caressing Connie's right breast, momentarily held up the mound, supporting its weight. Playfully he jiggled her breast, watching the boob ripple. A light chuckle that sounded more like a grunt left his lips. While Steven was trying to be considerate and tender, one thought pervaded his thoughts so immensely that it felt like the thought was broadcasted through a megaphone inside his skull.
"I'm touching Connie's boobs….. I'M TOUCHING CONNIE'S BOOBS!"
His left hand then passed down Connie's side, trailing over her abdomen. The movement slightly tickled Connie, making her abdominals tense up reflexively. Eventually, his hand stopped just past her navel, hovering, awaiting approval. Steven kissed Connie sweetly on the lips. Pulling back from his lover, Steven's eyes quickly darted to the hand hovering just above her lovely valley.
Steven asked softly, "May I touch you?"
Connie's response was to arch her back, causing her pelvis to press against Steven's hand. "If you don't do it right now, I swear I might go crazy."
With a nod, Steven unbuttoned Connie's pants. Connie took care of the rest and dropped the gray slacks to the floor. Steven groaned in sheer bliss as his hands began stroking the outside of her panties, damp from arousal, warm to the touch. At this moment, he got to see what type of panties she was wearing - a light red hipster with a cartoon logo of a kitten right above her pussy (a pussy for her pussy, adorable). Connie's legs began to spread wider as Steven worked his magic, gently stroking the cat icon tenderly. His middle finger began softly grazing her opening, daringly prodding her entrance. Connie was so wet that Steven's finger would've easily slipped in had the panties not blocked the pathway.
Meanwhile, Connie's hand still did "the jellyfish," unsure what to do - becoming more lost in their intense ecstasy. Eventually, Connie regained control and began lightly tugging on the waistband of Steven's jeans. Noticing a belt (and Steven realizing that Connie wanted to go further), the young man paused his advances. In the blink of an eye, the belt was undone, the pants were unbuttoned, and Connie quickly pulled down his zipper, allowing ease of access to his cock - now at full mast but still secluded within the confines of his boxers.
Her hand reached inside, and for the first time ever, Connie felt Steven's cock. She could feel the heat radiating off it. It twitched in time with his pulse, even more so as the light pressure she applied caused him to harden more somehow. Her fingers grasped lightly around his length. The two watched each other, and a pleasant smile painted itself along their faces. They giggled slightly, relishing the pleasure this moment created together, taking their time to soak in the sights. There was only one first time, meaning they would only experience something this monumental once in their lives, and they wanted to remember everything about it.
Both were nervous, but both were ready.
Steven returned to kissing Connie's neck, his tongue registering the slightly salty taste of her skin. It trailed up momentarily as he flicked her ear lobe and gently sucked, making the young woman arch her back more, a soft squeak emitting from her lips. Steven's hand started playfully tugging at the edge of her panties as Connie's hands found their way to the fly of his boxers and snuck inside to grab his shaft directly. Now it felt even warmer and smooth. Connie was slightly yet delightfully surprised at how smooth his exposed shaft felt.
The two shuddered in pleasure as they simultaneously gave each other handjobs while making out. Steven's fingers passed along the waistband of her panties and finally made contact with her folds. He delighted in the slickness, being gentle so as not to go too fast, affectionately stroking - not entering.
"Wow," Steven breathed. "I can't believe how wet it is."
Connie lightly laughed. She assumed there were many things Steven didn't quite know about sex, considering his background and how he was homeschooled by literal space rocks - but she paid no mind to it currently and instead moaned in bliss as Steven continued his magic.
Speaking of Magic, Steven's mind recalled the only awkward moment thus far between them, when he asked her out of curiosity what a UTI was on their way back to the campus. The question had been bugging him ever since J joked about Steven's magic tongue.
Steven wanted to put that magic tongue to good use.
Keeping his tongue out, he trailed it from her ear, across her jawline, stopped momentarily to nip at the center of her neck (earning a shrill moan), and continued his journey to her breasts. As his right hand stimulated her folds, his left hand remained on her breast, continuing to massage it, while the unattended boob received some much-needed attention as he began to suckle her nipple lightly. Eventually, the knuckle on his hand stroking her pussy made slight contact with her clit, causing another warm chuckle to hitch in Connie's throat.
Who said Steven wasn't a multitasker?
"Ahh, Steven, Oh my god," Connie cried out.
His tongue danced along her areola, captivated by how it perked up. Eventually, he began to flick the nipple with his tongue, earning the most pleasant sounds from Connie. While Steven was twirling the nipple with his tongue, Connie's legs began to feel like jelly. She knew it wouldn't be long before she'd be unable to support her own weight, her back pressing up against the wall for support. The young man continued suckling on her nipple for quite some time, occasionally tugging, nipping, and even blowing on the tip to watch it perk up more. His movements were gentle, as Steven was a fine young man who drank his daily serving of "respect-women-juice." However, they were still intense, as his passionate nature translated perfectly into how he made love.
Steven's tongue left her nippled, trailed to the sternum, and began crawling down her body as he slowly sank to the floor. His tongue dipped into her navel, causing her well-toned abs to flex again. Suddenly, Steven was crouched on the floor, face-to-face with Connie's crotch. Both of his hands clasped the side of her panties. His eyes darted up to watch his lover awaiting approval. She looked like a goddess towering above him.
"Steven…Please!" She begged.
He didn't have to be told twice. Pulling at the sides, Steven took her panties off and saw Connie's pussy for the first time. Since Steven occasionally watched porn (it was lonely on the road), he knew to some degree what a pussy should look like, so it wasn't too much of a surprise. However, it was Connie's pussy, and thus - before proceeding, he took his time to engross himself in the beautiful sight. It dripped with arousal, her light pink folds on either side, and thankfully - because they had fused earlier - Steven (unlike most men during their first time) knew exactly where the clitoris was, watching the hidden pearl intensely as if it would disappear once out of sight. As both hands snaked up her thighs, Steven noticed that she had shaved, his hand tracing along the area just above her vagina, feeling the slightly rugged texture, turning him on even more. With the tip of his right index finger, the young man began to politely "ring the doorbell."
Connie arched her back at the light clitoral stimulation.
Steven felt like he could do this forever - just lightly pressing on her clit and watching how Connie writhed with pleasure above him. He took in her scent, just as enticing as the sight itself. Earthy, musky, and somewhat sweet - Steven couldn't take it anymore. After gripping her hips, leaning forward, he pressed his face against her folds and began lapping his tongue along her opening.
" AHHHH….AH, UH, O-O-OH MY GOD! HOLY SHIT!" Connie cried out.
Hearing the verbal approval, Steven continued his advances, savoring the taste - her taste - her particular brand that only he would ever get to know. He gripped tighter as he buried his face deeply. His tongue occasionally flicked upwards, colliding with her clit, causing Connie to shudder. Sometimes he would sink his tongue deeply into her, which caused the tip of his nose to brush against her clit - the dual stimulation causing Connie to go limp. Eventually, his tongue began flapping wildly.
Connie, bracing herself for what could possibly be the sexiest sight she would ever see, looked down….….and noticed something.
"Steven, wait!" She cried out.
Steven, being the attentive and caring lover he was, immediately stopped his advances and pulled back. "What's wrong? Everything okay?" His heart trembled, wondering if he had done something to make her uncomfortable.
And then he noticed he was glowing.
"Oh," Steven sighed, knowing why Connie asked him to stop. Perhaps she was concerned about how Steven felt at this moment. Typically he only went Pink when he was reliving trauma or under a lot of stress. However, at this moment….
"Don't worry," Steven replied, kneeling on the floor. "I'm okay. I'm not scared or anything…well, maybe a little nervous. I just hope I'm doing a good job."
"You're doing so good," Connie moaningly answered, head leaning back against the wall.
Steven smiled pridefully. He couldn't help it. Knowing it was their first time and hearing from his lover that he was doing a good job placed him in a fantastic mood. As sappy as it sounded, hearing those words healed him.
"It's just…a lot of strong emotions are going through me right now. I can imagine it must be the same for you, too, know what I mean?" Steven replied.
Connie nodded her head in agreement.
"But don't worry," Steven continued, his nose catching her scent again, making him become less man and more animal, sinking into some deep, dark, yet loving mental state he could only refer to as 'fuck-mode.' Fighting the urge to eat her out on the spot before consent, he said, "I feel amazing right now, and I want to make you feel amazing too. Let me take care of you. Tell me if it's too much, and I'll stop, okay?"
Connie looked down at her now glowing lover, his eyes - while pink - still presenting that good ol' universe charm. She nodded her head.
"Please," she cried with a light, high-pitch whisper.
Steven immediately continued his work and proceeded to lap her folds and clit once more. Connie's hands went to the back of his head, tightly gripping his cotton candy hair. He began experimenting with different shapes his tongue could trace along her snatch, starting with the English alphabet (noting that he got the most intense reactions with the letters 'C,' 'U,' 'N,' 'M,' 'W,' G' and 'T'). Then he tried entire phrases, mostly "Connie, I Love you," and "you are everything," and even his name. Eventually, he settled on one routine, simply spelling the word "cum," over and over again. He placed two digits into his mouth and slowly inserted his fingers into her pussy, reaching up to curl against her G-spot. Providing spit for lubrication seemed unnecessary, as Connie's arousal allowed his fingers to enter her gracefully and effortlessly.
"Ahh, ahh," Connie moaned. "Oh my God, this is sooooo good!" After crying out with pleasure, the moans turned into warm and loving laughter as a thought occurred to her. "And I'm lucky; your healing powers don't seem to apply to my hymen."
Steven cocked a brow, "Hymen?"
Connie chuckled. She realized while Steven might have some knowledge of female anatomy, he certainly didn't possess all of it. Since Steven never attended public school, he might've missed a rare opportunity to voice questions in a sex-ed class. Since Pearl was Steven's teacher growing up, Connie knew Pearl wouldn't have allowed Steven into the real world without some knowledge of the female body. However, questions about sex certainly would've made for awkward conversations between the teacher and the student. Aside from that, perhaps Pearl knew more about gem anatomy than human anatomy; therefore, the subject of "the hymen" might've been missed in Steven's homeschool studies.
Taking her cue, Connie decided to give Steven this lesson quickly.
"It's basically a small patch of skin that covers the vaginal opening," Connie explained. "Most women have one. Usually, it's broken the first time a woman has sex…but not always," Connie blushed at the slightly embarrassing memory of how her hymen ceased to be. "I…accidentally tore mine when training with Pearl one day. Went to guard, my footing wasn't secure, ending up sliding into the splits and...apparently, my legs went too wide. Ended up pulling a hamstring too. Certainly wasn't a pleasant experience."
Steven hummed, receiving the information dutifully and realizing why Connie called herself lucky. With his healing powers, it wouldn't have been shocking if her hymen grew back during this moment - but thankfully, such wasn't the case. He also recalled why Pearl acted so strange one day when he was 13; it must've been the same day as Connie's accident. Steven could picture the memory perfectly. Pearl was grabbing medical supplies, and the only reply she gave to Steven was, "I learned something new about human anatomy today." Unfortunately, since Pearl was also slightly forgetful, it appears lessons on the hymen simply slipped her mind.
"Well, I'm glad my powers aren't working in that way," Steven commented, earning another slight giggle from her lover towering above him. Then, with a devilish grin, as he leaned forward, he exclaimed, "But perhaps my powers can work in a…different way."
Hesitation in absentia, Steven plunged forward, burying his face deep. His fingers returned to their place within her folds and pressed forward, like how he would fret a guitar. With his tongue tracing her clit (occasionally suckling on it) and his fingers penetrating her, finding that particular itch that needed to be scratched, Connie thought she was about to explode. He continued spelling the word "cum" with his tongue over, and over and over again.
And that's when it happened.
Connie felt the heat start in her core; a pressure in her pussy began to build and spread across her entire body. She knew what was about to happen; she wanted Steven to know.
"Steven - Steven….stevenstevensteven, uh - oh…AH…OH MY GOD. I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM!"
Steven gripped Connie's thighs tightly as the woman lost herself in the tidal wave of her orgasm. Steven eagerly lapped up the juices. Connie felt like she was submerged in a wonderful waterfall, the current so strong that all she could do was cascade down the emotional hillside along with the ecstasy. The orgasm was so intense the side of her eyes began to well with tears, and her legs unconsciously wrapped around Steven's shoulders so that the young man was practically wearing her like a feed bag. The young man swallowed whatever precious honey graced his lips. Steven continued finger-blasting his lover but restrained himself from continuing his advances against her clit. He figured she would be slightly sensitive, just as his penis would be after an intense orgasm. Still, not wanting to be neglectful, he occasionally flicked his tongue and thumb against her clit, watching her face, desperately scanning for clues, wondering if he was doing too much.
Unbeknownst to Steven, he didn't have to worry about Connie becoming too sore because he was absolutely right about his powers working "in a different way ." The gem magic provided by his tongue essentially left Connie's clit unphased. However, this did nothing to stop her orgasm. In fact, it actually made Connie orgasm more since her clit wasn't sensitive, thanks to his magic. Therefore, whenever Steven flicked his tongue against her precious pearl, Connie experienced another earth-shattering orgasm. She had lost count after three.
As amazing as it was to experience multiple orgasms due to magical cunnilingus, Connie had enough foresight to get her bearings straight. She wanted to attend to her lover as well.
"WAIT!" she cried out.
Steven pulled back again, allowing Connie's legs to return to the earth. Due to how much they felt like Jelly, she eventually slid down to the floor and joined her lover on the ground.
It was a precious sight in Steven's eyes, seeing Connie lost in unbridled ecstasy. Her hair was all over the place, her eyelids flickering in arousal, and the way her chest moved with her large, almost hyperventilating breaths left Steven breathless.
"Too much?" he asked.
"NO!" Connie instinctually screamed, not wanting Steven to get the wrong idea. However, she caught herself because, in all honesty, the ecstasy was too much. "I mean, yes, I mean-" She paused for a moment as she caught her breath. Trying to form sentences after multiple mind-blowing orgasms was tough. "I…think…Steven, you made me cum like six times just now."
"...I'm sorry, what?" Steven eventually asked, dumbfounded.
Connie smiled in amazement. "Yeah…I just had multiple orgasms," she replied with a light chuckle.
Steven thought his brain broke just then, mentally hearing the sound of a plate shattering. While somewhat shameful, his lust was able to counteract his guilt and transform it into pride. Steven made his lover cum six times with just his tongue! During their first time, no less. Steven felt like a casanova.
As he stood up from the floor, Connie, eyes half-lidded due to the sex hormones coursing through her body, definitely saw him as a Cassanova. His pants remained on the floor as he stood up, leaving Steven only in his boxers, and nothing could hide his erection anymore. He towered above her in an almost dominating pose, and somehow Connie felt her energy spike up as she noticed the silhouette of the tent poking in his boxers.
Connie planned on taking care of that.
As she got up from the floor, she grabbed Steven's hands and gently led him to the bed. It was a short distance, but the moment's intensity made the walk feel like an eternity to Steven. She sat down on the edge of the bed and tugged at the waistband of his boxers, symbolizing the need for the young man to remove them ASAP. Steven complied quickly, his erection, now fully exposed, bobbing slightly as he pulled the undergarments away.
Now it was Connie who finally got to examine Steven's sexual organ in all its glory. For a young man who dealt with a lack of confidence in some departments, his size and girth begged to differ. It was a little larger than average at 8 inches. However, his thickness (a staggering 1.75 inches in circumference) made Connie drool slightly. She was hypnotized. Apparently, her boyfriend had been packing heat this entire time.
Like Connie asked earlier, Steven inquired, "Well, what do you think?"
"Oh…Steven," Connie sighed. "It's perfect," she replied as she slid her hand along his length, noting every detail of his shaft. She looked him in the eyes and presented a warm smile. "You're perfect." With that, her fingers wrapped around his dick tightly, and she began to tug.
"Ahhh, Connie," Steven moaned as she began slowly pumping him. Her hand glided smoothly. Occasionally her thumb brushed up against the head of his cock, already dripping with pre-cum. Each time her thumb grazed the swollen pink gland (even pinker with Steven glowing), Steven let out a low moan so thick with bass it was as if his voice was connected to a subwoofer. Her thumb played with the underside of his cock, flicking his frenulum.
He felt so hard in her hands that Connie was somewhat worried Steven's dick would blow up like a balloon with too much air. Fortunately for him, while pumping with her left her, her right hand reached over to her nightstand. Opening the drawer, after fumbling around the inside of the dresser momentarily, Connie eventually produced a condom. She held it out for Steven to take.
"Just for our first time," Connie clarified. "Better safe than sorry, y'know?"
As Steven took the condom (unsure why she clarified they'd be using it, as he thought it was to be expected), Connie lay on the bed and spread her legs wide. She didn't even have to ask out loud if Steven was ready, the gesture she provided was enough of an invitation on its own.
As Steven watched this, he began frantically trying to get the Condom package open. He tried following the cut lines and just ripping open the package from there. However, the plastic was tough. In desperation, he placed the package in his teeth and bit it open. The slight lubrication on the inside, plus the microscopic pieces of the packaging that ended up on his tongue, was a nasty combination of tastes to experience. He quickly spat out the wrapper parts that got in his teeth. Connie giggled at that scene, adoring how desperately her lover wanted to be in her so badly.
He now had the Condom in his hand. Eyeing it curiously, he wondered for a second which was the side that needed to roll along his shaft. Connie noticed this.
"Want some help?" she inquired.
Steven nodded his head, and he held out the hand that contained the condom. With ease, Connie took the rubber and placed the tip of it along his - well - tip. She pinched the bridge and began unrolling the condom along his shaft. Its tightness made Steven moan with pleasure at the sensation as it finally secured itself fully. Steven's dick was now shrinkwrapped inside the condom. Miraculously, it was a perfect fit.
Connie returned to the missionary position, hands grasping the back of her legs to spread them wide open and pull her knees close to her chest. Steven mentally had to take a picture of this image - knowing it would probably make him cum multiple times in future masturbation sessions. Watching her feverishly present her opening, dripping wet with arousal; for lack of a better term, it was the hottest thing Steven had ever seen (even hotter knowing he was responsible for her arousal).
Steven moved into position and lined up his cock towards her entrance, his hands on either side of her thighs. The tip of his penis gently graced her clit, causing Connie to moan and lean her head back. Afterward, the lovers momentarily stared into each other's eyes.
"You ready?" Steven asked.
"Yes," Connie replied. "Please, put it in me."
Slowly but surely, Steven began to enter her. Once his tip passed her folds, the sensation was so much that Steven felt like he would pass out. He gritted his teeth, trying not to cum on the spot. He kept gently feeding his cock into her, trying to remain gentle. Unfortunately, about 3/4ths of the way in, the amazing pleasure caused him to lose control as his hips instinctively lurched forward - her wetness slightly made the movement more pronounced.
"AHHHH," Connie cried out. Her hands, now on Steven's back, began to dig their fingernails in his back at both the intense pleasure and pain.
Steven froze in place. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be," Connie breathed out. "It's okay, it's okay. Just…give me a moment to get used to this, y'know?"
Steven stood motionless, watching his lover adjust to his length and girth. After a few seconds, Connie opened her eyes and saw Steven towering above her, his curly hair already disheveled. This scene was bliss.
"Did I ever tell you your fucking beautiful?" Connie lovingly sighed.
"So are you," Steven returned.
With a face of determination, Connie nodded as she said, "I'm ready. Please fuck me."
Steven began to slowly pull out, the sensation of the friction driving them both wild. Even within the condom, Steven felt like he was one with Connie (in a way more pleasurable than fusion). She felt warm, tight, slick - it was heaven; it was home. Once he was about halfway out, he rushed back in - the pounding sensation of his thrust caused both Connie and Steven to yelp in pleasure. He continued this motion for a bit, slowly pulling out before thrusting back in. Each time he did this, he let out a low moan. Connie let out a high sigh. Grunts, moans, and sighs intermingled into a beautiful song.
"Please," Connie begged. "Harder, faster," she commanded.
As if something snapped, Steven went wild. His slow and delicate thrust now transformed into something pornographic. With a steady rhythm, he continuously thrust into her, his hard dick feeling almost like a jackhammer thanks to the use of his hip and ass muscles. His balls made a dirty slapping sound as they slammed against the underside of her ass. The squelching noise of her pussy echoed around the dorm room. At one point, being the courteous lover he was - and at least knowing how important clitoral stimulation was for female enjoyment of sex - with one hand, his thumb graced her clit with each hump. In between thrusts, Steven would cry out, "Connie…Connie…oh my god. I Love You! I Love You! I love you so much!"
"Steven," she pleaded. "I love you too!"
Steven pulled Connie close with each thrust, using his arm muscles to aid in the humping. He eventually nestled his head along her neck and collarbone, burying his face deep, losing himself in the sensation of being inside Connie as he desperately continued to fuck her brains out. His humping was so ferocious that the side of the bed began slamming against the wall, making a loud banging noise.
*Bang, bang, bang, bang*
*Slap, slap, slap, slap*
"Ahhhh….Ha, Ah, Oh, Oh my gawd!" Connie cried.
"J-j-Jesus….ha, ha, h-h-holy shit," Steven sputtered, his voice against her ear, shaking Connie to her core.
For what seemed like forever (when, in actuality, it was only 8 minutes, which was a damn good amount of time for virgins), the two continued humping each other as if they were in heat. Steven and Connie were lost in the incredible sensation that was sex. Although they weren't fused at this moment, it was as if they could read each other's minds. "If sex between us is always going to be this good…we have to do this again very, very soon."
And then, it happened.
Steven felt the tightening in his balls and the pressure building along his shaft. His cock twitched more desperately as he edged closer and closer to climax. Connie felt the familiar and phenomenal sensation of an orgasm start to build, somehow feeling even more robust than the multiple orgasms she had experienced earlier. Steven's gem, while normally almost invisible whenever he went Pink, suddenly started to glow white and bright, its flashing rhythm matching with the rhythm of Steven's thrusts, shining brighter as he got closer.
"Connie….I think I'm…I-I-I-, oh my god! I'm gonna cum!"
"STEVEN! PLEASE, CUM IN ME!"
"Y-Y-...AHHH–Y-Y-YOU SURE?"
"YES! PLEASE! I'M ON BIRTH CONTROL, AND YOU'VE GOT A CONDOM ON! WE'RE SAFE! WE'RE SAFE! PLEASE, PLEASE! CUM IN THIS TIGHT PUSSY! - AH-A-A-A-AAAAAAHHHH, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! I'M CUMMING!"
"GAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA, I'M CUMMING TOO!"
With one final thrust, Steven began pumping everything he had into her. The edges of his vision started to go dim due to the intensity of his orgasm. With every spurt, Steven felt less and less of himself and felt more and more of the wonderful warmth of ecstasy spread across his entire body. The sensation in his penis was phenomenal, and he felt like a firehose spurting uncontrollably. Not only that, but in regards to his prostrate, his orgasm was so intense that it felt like someone had unzipped his anus.
Connie felt herself falling down the waterfall again, somehow even more intense than her last orgasm. Her legs wrapped tightly around Steven's waist as he continued to pour more of himself into her - the tightness of her pussy milking him for everything he had. Thankfully, the condom stopped the semen from entering fully. Steven wasn't prepared to be a father at this moment in time (although Connie knew something Steven didn't, which assured their chances of not conceiving any time soon).
Eventually, drained, Steven fell on top of Connie, and his pink glow disappeared. Both lovers breathed heavily as they basked in the post-sex high. The warmth of Steven's body, now a normal peach tone, resting on top of Connie was extremely enjoyable to her. He almost felt like the best, warm, weighted blanket in the world to her. Her hands smoothly rubbed his back - the electricity of the post-coital hormones made Steven shiver as she traced his spine.
Sweaty and delirious, the lovers placed their foreheads against each other. Looking into each other's eyes, without a shadow of a doubt, they realized that the wonderful sensation they were experiencing was not just a post-sex high. This was love. Sex was great, but sex with someone they loved was more than just great - it was paradise.
They kissed deeply.
"I love you," Steven groaned.
"I love you too," Connie sighed.
After a few minutes remaining in each other, using what little strength he had left, Steven slowly began to pull out - both lovers whimpering at the loss of the beautiful sensation of being filled and filling someone else. Due to how tight Connie's pussy was, it aided in pushing Steven out, and eventually, his cock was released with a light schlupt.
Holding Connie's thighs while catching his breath, Steven eventually said, "ahhhh…ah…ha,ha,...oh stars! That was amazing!"
"Mmmm, indeed," Connie moaned in absolute bliss.
Steven eventually stood up. Then he realized that he wasn't fully naked. Steven briefly looked down and was amazed at the volume of cum filling the very edge of the condom. Looking Connie in the eyes, he remarked, "I guess I should probably throw this away, huh?" while pointing at his crotch.
Connie chuckled. "The restroom is right behind you. Just toss it in the toilet."
Steven nodded and began his journey to the bathroom. As he did so, Connie lovingly stared at Steven's ass as he briefly walked away, enjoying the view all to herself. Micah was right; Steven was a beefcake. She began to wrap herself in the covers, feeling cozier than she had ever felt in her life.
When he returned, she held the covers open so he could join her. Sliding into the bed, he wrapped his arms around her and tenderly kissed her forehead before Connie pressed her head against his chest. The dorm room smelled like sex, and while funky, it was certainly a wonderful smell - in that it was theirs to share.
"I Love you," Steven whispered.
"I Love you too," Connie replied.
There was a brief silence as the lovers held onto each other.
"...hey Connie?" Steven inquired.
"Mmmm?" Connie hummed, feeling very close to submitting to slumber.
"...could you actually be big spoon?" Steven asked.
"Of course," Connie replied.
Steven turned to lay on his side as Connie wrapped her arms around him, and with that, the couple drifted off into dreamland together.
*The next day*.
The sunlight delicately entered the dorm room through the blinds, the waves becoming visible due to the slight specks of dust dancing in the beams. The soft chirping of the birds outside jostled Connie gently from her sleep. As her eyes fluttered open, she felt the warm sensation of Steven behind her.
She smiled in recollection of last night's events.
Somehow, in the middle of the night, they must've tossed and turned to where Steven was now big spoon. With their warm, naked bodies flushed next to each other, Connie had never felt better in her entire life. She gave a fleeting glance behind her to watch Steven asleep. It was probably the cutest sight she had ever seen, made even more adorable by the sudden realization that Steven snored. Thankfully, it wasn't a loud snore. However, its low grumbling volume reminded her of a french bulldog, which made her heart flutter even more.
She turned to move closer, the movement jostling Steven awake. As his eyes began to open, Connie pressed her lips against his.
Slowly coming to consciousness, Steven returned the kiss and heard Connie softly say, "good morning."
"Mmm, good morning," he replied with a smile.
The two stared at each other momentarily. Connie's hands brushed the side of Steven's face while Steven gently played with the locks of her hair, pulling them away from her beautiful eyes so he could gaze deeper into them.
"Last night was-" Connie began.
"Incredible?" Steven finished her thought.
"Yeah," she replied, sighing as she returned to being the little spoon.
Steven pulled her close.
At this point, with his consciousness now starting to kick back on, Steven finally got a good look to examine Connie's dorm room. The bed they were in was tucked into one corner of the room. On the other side stood Connie's desk. The window separated the bed, nightstand, and desk on the far side. At the front of the bed was the doorway, which opened into a very tiny kitchenette, the same kitchenette where Steven had Connie pressed up against the wall last night while eating her out. The memory caused a light stirring in his nether regions (his cock was already hard due to morning wood).
Connie felt Steven's cock press against her backside.
And then the young woman had an idea.
An awfully devious, mischievous, sexy idea.
She was happy she had Condoms because she honestly would feel a little nervous if their first time together lacked a condom. However, she knew something Steven didn't know, and this piece of information actually deemed Condoms as an unnecessary component between the two of them.
It was time for Steven to be aware of this information, and Connie knew the perfect way to bring it to his attention.
"Hey," Connie called out.
"Mmm?" Steven moaned in reply.
Looking behind her while still maintaining the little spoon position, Connie asked, "You know what's better than losing your virginity?"
"...I don't know," Steven replied.
Connie grew a nefarious smile as she wiggled her butt against Steven's crotch.
"The morning sex afterward," she replied.
"Mmm," Steven moaned in both an affirmative reply and at the sensation of Connie's ass pressing tightly against his cock. The playful way she wiggled also got him hot and bothered. He had to agree; morning sex the morning after felt like the cherry on top of an already fantastic day.
She eventually turned and planted a kiss. Steven returned the sweet syrupy kiss. She crawled her way on top of him, planted both arms on either side of his head, and began placing kisses along his neck, trailing to his jawline….
….and then proceeded to head further south.
"Woah," Steven sighed, pausing Connie's advances. "What are you doing?"
"You took care of me last night," Connie rebutted as she trailed her tongue down his chest. She stopped just above his crotch and pulled the covers off to reveal his thick erection. "Allow me to take care of you," she replied.
"Don't you want foreplay?" Steven asked out of genuine curiosity.
Connie's reply was to take Steven's hand and guide it towards her pussy, already dripping wet.
"Damn," Steven moaned. "Guess that answers my question."
Connie chuckled as she let go of Steven's hand, returning to the task at hand. For Connie, seeing Steven's erection in the early morning glow was like staring at an artistic masterpiece. She grasped his cock, earning a low moan from her lover. After a few slow but solid pumps, Connie pressed her face against his shaft, inhaling the incredibly intoxicating, musky scent.
And then she licked his shaft, starting at the very bottom where his balls connected and flicking her tongue upward once she reached his tip, like a lollipop.
"Holy shit," Steven breathed.
Connie smiled as she continued licking and planting kisses all over his cock. Since this was her first time doing anything like this, about 15% of her was fearful and hoping she was doing a good job. The remaining 85% of her, filled with the adrenaline from last night's escapades (and the excitement of what she was about to offer Steven), filled her with the confidence to continue her oral pleasure. Her tongue slurped all around the edges of his cock. And then, without warning, Connie opened her mouth wide and placed the tip of his dick into her mouth.
"Ahhh, ahh, oh my god," Steven breathed as he watched Connie take him into her mouth.
Their eyes locked for a second. Steven had to admit, seeing Connie stare at him, her lips pursed around his cock - it had to have been the sexiest sight he had ever seen. With her lips still wrapped tightly around the top of his cock, she began to flicker her tongue wildly along the edge. The sensation to Steven was like his cock was caught in a tongue blender. Eventually, she proceeded to bob her head up and down, continuing her advances. Every time she came to the tip of his dick, her tongue encircled the engorged mushroom cap before she tried to take his entire shaft in her throat. Sometimes his dick would even begin pressing against the inside of her cheek, earning a different kind of moan from Steven. Her mouth felt slightly different than her pussy - not as warm, not as tight, somehow wetter - but everything felt pleasurable to the highest degree. Occasionally she would gag, but she wasn't about to let a gag reflex stop her from trying to give Steven his first-ever blow job.
As she took more of him into her mouth, one of Steven's hands eventually found the back of her head, wrapping his fingers in her hair. Actually loving the sensation of being guided while sucking his cock, she moaned in pleasure, the vibrations traveling down Steven's shaft and blowing his mind (quite literally).
"Ahhhh," he breathed out in ecstasy.
With lustful eyes, she watched him as she bobbed her head up and down like she was a ship adrift at sea. Up and down, up and down, up and down….
After a few minutes of an incredible blow job, Connie began to pull out - sucking so hard that to Steven, it felt like she was trying to suck out his soul through his urethra. She released him from her mouth with a loud pop.
And then she began to crawl on top of him. Straddling his waist, his cock eagerly stood at attention, resting between him, just above her pussy. Connie took the opportunity to grind against him for a second, her slick wetness allowing for the grinding to almost feel better than the actual sex. Steven's hands traveled up her backside, relishing in her curvy figure.
Eventually, she stopped grinding. She lifted her legs, so her pussy was mere inches above his dick, and gripped him tightly, lining him up.
"Wait!" Steven cried out, realizing they had forgotten one important detail. "Don't we need a condom?"
Connie grew a dark smile. "Steven, didn't I tell you last night I'm on birth control?"
"I know but," Steven began. "Better safe than sorry, right?"
Connie's smile grew wider. "Do you know what type of birth control I'm on?"
Steven was puzzled. "...there's more than one?"
Connie laughed at this statement and guided Steven's hand to her left arm. Steven suddenly felt a light bump as it got closer to her shoulder. "Feel that?" she asked.
"Yeah," Steven replied, still somewhat confused. "What is it?"
"It's called an implant," Connie explained. "Nexaplon, to be specific. It's a type of birth control that basically regulates my hormones to ensure I don't get pregnant by making my mucus membrane walls thicker, making it harder for sperm to find the egg. And guess what?"
"What?" Steven replied.
Connie, with the biggest mischievous grin she produced all day, leaned into her lover's ear and whispered, "It's 99.9999% effective."
Again, Steven heard the sound of a plate shattering in his head. Seriously, how many times was this young man's mind going to explode in the course of 24 hours?
"...really?" Steven stuttered.
Connie darkly cackled as she pulled back up. "So, really, the only reason we would use a condom is to prevent STDs, which would only occur if you slept with someone else. I doubt that would happen, right?"
"I only want to be with you," Steven replied with a moan.
Connie replied with a moan of her own. "Same here…So, what do you say, Bisky?" she inquired delightfully, instilling his pet name. "Want to have some unprotected sex?"
Steven's mind began to race. On the one hand, there was a slight fear that this moment would account for the 0.00001% of times the implant birth control wasn't effective. Knowing Steven's luck, some part of him felt that taking as many precautions as possible would probably be for the best. On the other hand, Steven recalled the advice provided by Randy last night. "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth." And if sex with a condom on felt as good as it did last night, Steven could only imagine how mind-ravishing unprotected sex could be. The part that sealed the deal in Steven's eyes was that Connie was the one suggesting this idea.
"...OH MY GOD, YES!" Steven admitted loudly.
Connie chuckled. And with that, after lining him up, she let herself down, and Steven easily slid inside.
The sensation was euphoric, even better than last night. While Connie felt wet, tight, and warm the night before, Steven had no clue how much the condom prevented him from feeling all of her. It was as if the sensations from last night were perfectly tripled in scale. Being inside her unprotected at this moment, it felt like Steven's dick had entered a black hole and was now sticking out in a parallel dimension somewhere. He melted into her. His tongue fell out of his mouth like a Tex-Avery cartoon.
Connie enjoyed the sensation of feeling every inch of Steven inside her. Without a condom, every microscopic detail of Steven's cock could be clearly detected. The new, natural ridges rubbed Connie perfectly. After tossing her head back in a light moan, she moved her hips and rode Steven with clear abandon, losing herself more and more in the amazing ecstasy.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, oh my god. This is way better!" Steven shouted. His hands unconsciously reached around to feel the curvature of her bodacious booty as she rode him to extinction.
"Ahhh, agreed," Connie moaned.
The two continued like this for several minutes. Steven tried matching Connie's rhythm, providing his own thrusts. Then, somewhere between the thrusting, Steven's cock perfectly struck Connie's G spot as his legs and hips tensed up, trying to keep his cock posed in the air as high as possible.
"HOLY SHIT!" Connie called out. "DON'T YOU MOVE. DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING MOVE! STAY LIKE THAT! STAY LIKE THAT PLEASE!"
Steven followed orders like a good boy, freezing himself so solidly that he seemed more like a statue than a man. The only thing that thwarted his stoic appearance was his tongue languish hanging out of his mouth. He recalled something similar occurring last night when he was on top. He couldn't control it. The pleasure just felt so amazing his tongue had to hang out of his mouth. Apparently, Steven discovered his sex-face of choice (or lack of control as it were) was Aheago.
Connie continued thrusting her hips against his, riding him rough and hard but still with love. Her wetness made their movements so smooth that Steven could've sworn he was melting into chocolate. Suddenly, he felt her walls constrain around him, and based on the squeezing's extreme nature, the hybrid immediately recognized that Connie was cumming. Steven felt a stirring in his balls, edging closer to climax as well.
"Connie," He warned. "I don't think I'm gonna last long."
"That's okay," Connie soothingly moaned. "I didn't even want to cum, and yet somehow I did! I just wanted to get your rocks off. I had my fill last night."
And then she posed a question that left Steven flabbergasted.
"Where would you like to cum?"
Steven's eyes went wide. He cocked his brow. "...I'm sorry?"
Connie pulled herself off Steven, who whimpered at the loss of such a thrilling sensation, but returned to moaning as Connie began stroking him, her hand moving effortlessly, gliding up and down his cock wet with her precious honey.
"Where would you like to cum?" she repeated. "On my tits, ass? You deserve to paint me any way you like, so…what would you like?"
Steven, caught completely off guard, had to ponder his options for a moment. However, it was hard to think due to Connie pumping him intensely. Steven gritted his teeth as his voice exploded.
"I want to cum on your face."
As soon as he said that, both hands went towards his mouth as if he was trying to stop the words from falling out of his mouth, but was too late. Where the heck did such a demand come from? Steven wanted to be gentle, caring, and uplifting - and he wasn't so sure that a facial was an uplifting form of a climax. If anything, it seemed like he was degrading Connie with such a proposal, so why was the idea so hot to him?
Connie eyed him curiously for a moment, his request catching her slightly off-guard as well.
And then, with lustful eyes, she grew that same dirty smile she had presented before. "Oh really," she cooed as she continued pumping him. "You want to cum on my pretty, pretty face," she teased as she began slapping his meat against her cheek. Eventually, she began to suckle his tip.
"Oh…oh my god, yes!" Steven replied.
After pulling him out again, she sighed, "Well…don't keep me waiting," and began sucking him off furiously.
Steven realized that if Connie wanted it too, then it certainly wasn't degrading, and began to relax. He felt the pressure build up immensely. A slight tingle traveled from the tips of his toes all the way to the crown of his head. Due to the intensity of his oncoming orgasm, Steven's eyes clenched shut tightly as the pressure began to build. Although he didn't go pink, his gem began to glow like it did the night before. Strobing, It was as if they could count down his impending orgasm like a shuttle launch. 10…9…8…7..6..5..4..3..2..
"Oh…oh shit, I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!"
Connie removed his dick from her mouth as his cum shot all over the place. She smiled in delight as he painted her face white. She continued licking, sucking, and stroking him as he came over and over again. She delighted in the sensation like a thirsty traveler who had been stranded for eons, finally getting a drink of water. She pressed his cock against her cheek with a smile as his cum began to ooze down her face.
Eventually, Steven opened his eyes and received another mental picture that he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, would come to mind the next time he came. She was practically sinful, covered in his cum, with a pleasant smile on her face. The only downside was that some of it got in her hair, but she didn't seem to mind based on how she tenderly kissed his cock. He did recall wanting to provide a cream topping to her beautiful chocolate skin, and apparently, he succeeded. However, it appeared to be a strawberry whipped topping? Perhaps due to his hybrid nature, his semen had a pinkish tint to it.
The only thing Steven could say was, "...wow."
Connie giggled. "You like?"
Steven fell backward on the bed. "Do I like? Connie, I don't think I can move my legs right now."
The couple chuckled momentarily. And then Connie voiced something very important.
"I need to grab a towel."
Steven noted that the air felt slightly different against his skin as the couple made out next to the pecan tree. Physically, it was cooler, the early morning hours outside of Jayhawk making the temperature a brisk 52 degrees. Emotionally, in some ways, it felt like the air was more significant. Perhaps it was the post-sex high creating this sensation, but whatever the case was, Steven knew he wasn't going to forget tonight by a long shot.
They had planned to meet up again within a week, Steven noting to meet near a campsite they had visited prior, the campsite itself near a previously undiscovered warp pad. Although they had made plans and knew they'd see each other again very soon, both took their time with the kiss, not wanting the moment to end.
Eventually, Steven pulled back from the kiss and stared Connie in the eyes lovingly.
"I love you so much," he sighed as he hugged her and held her close.
"I love you too," Connie replied, returning the hug with equal force. "I gotta admit, I'm surprised you didn't go pink this morning like last night,"
"Me too," Steven admitted. "It certainly felt like I was. But I don't know; there's a lot about my pink powers that I haven't fully comprehended yet."
Connie hummed in acknowledgment, her head leaning up against his chest. "Perhaps I'll get you to go pink during your 2nd-ever blow job."
Steven's face flushed red.
"Just like that!" Connie noted with a smile.
The couple laughed and quickly pecked each other's lips. With one last tender goodbye, Connie made her way up the steps as Steven made his way down. Today was a glorious day! And knowing how much they loved each other and discovering how much they loved sex with each other, they knew there would be many more rounds in the future.
However, there was one last thing Steven wanted to do.
Walking down the steps, he occasionally glanced behind him to note how far away Connie was. Once he was certain that no one could see him (the parking lot practically being empty since it was an early Saturday morning)...Steven immediately jumped into the air, clicked his heels, and, as he landed, did a fist pump.