Archive of Our Own

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Ay dios mio, Marco. Tu es cochino.

That's what's been looping in his mind for the past 24 hours. After that little… event, with Connie, Marco went home a mess, physically and mentally. He also had to go commando on his way home because a certain someone snatched his sole pair of underwear. He took a mental note to start taking spare pairs with him just in case. 

At the very least, it was more of a non-consensual trade than a steal, because Marco was given one of her panties in exchange. He could only guess what his horny minx of a student was doing with his undies. And he ended up doing… probably the same thing.

Later that night, once he laid in bed, he had Connie's used panties gripped tightly in his hand. He stared at it for an amount of time he didn't bother to measure. The memories of earlier that day and all the sensations and emotions he felt were still fresh and therefore at their most vivid. The sight of Connie writhing beneath him was burned into his mind and the pungent scent of her arousal was stuck in his nose. 

In his lust, Marco brought the undergarments to his face and gave them long, loud whiff like some kind of crack fiend, before his hands started creeping down his body, sneaking under his pants.

"Crap… what is wrong with me?" 

Marco shook his head to recalibrate his mind and bring it back to reality. He was already in the dojo and didn't need to arouse himself and sport the biggest erection on this side of Beach City, especially in front of a martial arts class full of teenagers. 

Speaking of which, Marco was surprised that he did not encounter Connie before all the other kids arrived. And even more surprised that he didn't even see her among the rest of her fellow pupils. 

"Hi, Sensei."

Marco spun around and saw Connie standing close. He stiffened in shock as a chill climbed up his spine.

Connie looked up at him, her hands behind her back and her body swaying nervously back and forth. She was acting like an innocent little kid and Marco thought that she couldn't look any cuter.

"Uhhh hey, Connie. I hope you're doin’ alright."

Connie’s face was a faint shade of pink. "I-I am… so about yesterday…"

Marco curtly cut her off. "Connie... Is this really the best time to be talking about that right now?"

Connie shook guiltily in place. "I-I guess not. But I'm sorry, I just-I haven't been able to get it all out of my head yet. Just everything about it was so… like I can't even describe it, it was so-"

Marco laid a hand on her shoulder, and she was instantly silenced. He didn't need to say anything, instead he gave her a soft, pleading look that reminded her where she was.

Connie nodded. "Right. Sorry. You gotta teach don'tcha? I'll just… be over there okay, Sensei?"

Marco watched as Connie walked over to the other kids. The girl flashed him a look before she fell into a conversation with one of them. He felt a dull sting in his heart and he had no idea why. And frankly, he didn't want to dwell on it any longer. He had a class to run. 

Marco was nothing short of uneasy the entire time, especially how Connie did nothing to stand out this time. Other than that, the lesson was more or less the same as it always had, though the man was noticeably distracted. He had stumbled on a few demonstrations and stammered on a few sentences (easy ones, too) during an explanation. None of his students said anything but he knew they noticed. Or if they did, they didn’t care. But Connie definitely noticed and cared. That girl was too perceptive for her own good.

Marco has never been more glad that class had already ended. He let out a breath like he had been holding it the entire lesson and threw himself onto one of the benches like he had just done several non-stop, back-to-back matches at a major Martial Arts tournament. 

A silence fell upon the dojo as every student had left the building and made their way back home. Every student except…

"Hey, Sensei."

Marco looked up to see Connie standing right in front of him, looking as coy as she did earlier when class hadn't started yet. Now that the two were alone, they both felt the tension thicken before casting its weight on their shoulders. 

"Hi, Connie. How can I help you?" Marco asked, trying to keep his voice level.

"I think you know exactly what I wanna talk about."

Marco sighed. "About yesterday?"

Connie nodded. 

"Well, no need to stand there. Sit."

Marco tapped the spot next to him. Connie sat down a little farther than where his hand was but he paid no mind to it.

Connie took her turn to talk first. "Sooo… how did you- I mean, now that you had time to like, process everything, how do you feel? About yesterday?"

Marco didn't answer right away. He had his eye on Connie while she spoke but once she presented the question, he looked forward and out into the empty lot outside the window. His head was swimming with thoughts and his heart was a jumbled chaos of emotions and he struggled to figure out how to express any of it.

"I mean I won’t lie, I’m all messed up about it. I'm not sure where to start if I'll be honest."

Connie turned away, her expression dismal. "Oh, I see. So, do you… regret it?"

"Well that's the thing… I don't. At all." Marco said, husky voice brimming with confidence.

Connie perked up. "Really?"

The man firmly nodded. "I felt a lot of things yesterday. Shock. Disbelief. Unease. Joy. But one thing I did not feel was regret over what we did. Because I acknowledge that we both consented. We were both aware. And we both… wanted it."

"I'm sure you had a lot going on in there." Connie said, poking her noggin.

"Oh like you wouldn't believe! Do you know how restless I was past night?"

Connie nodded. "I hear ya. I could barely go to sleep myself. Before that, after I got in my mom's car, my heart was beating so fast and I started breathing so heavy. Mom thought I was having an asthma attack but I told her I was just really tired."

Marco nodded. "When you left I was in that initial, 'oh crap , I can't believe I just did that' state for a while until I drove back home."

"But… you didn't hate what we did right?" Connie’s voice pitched up at the last word.

"Not in the least bit. If anything, I'm relieved that I got it out of my system."

Connie smiled as she shifted closer in her seat. "I'm… glad. Honestly, I was afraid but also expected you’d feel regret over it. Guilty even."

"Well, despite your age and based on what you've told me, you've done and endured more than the average adult ever has in their lifetime. I think you deserve to be treated as such."

Connie snorted. "So that's how you're gonna justify a relationship with your teenage student?"

Marco laughed and expressed his annoyance simultaneously. "Oh don't you start, you dragged me into this."

"You could've said no."

"To this pretty face? Imposible."

"Oh stop it. That Latin charm is the reason we're in this mess in the first place."

Marco chuckled. "Why am I being blamed when you’re the one who seduced me?"

"So weak-willed. And here I thought you were stronger than that, Sensei."

"Watch that smart mouth or else I'll have to show you just how strong I really am."

Connie simply scoffed at the threat. "Oh yeah, how are you gonna do that?"

Marco stood straight on his feet facing Connie directly. He tilted his chin down at her, burning hazel eyes searing into hers while he exuded his authority through firmly crossed arms. His hulking shadow blanketed her entire smaller body. She looked at him, remembering how much bigger and taller he was compared to her and realizing how he could snap her like a twig without a second thought if he really wanted to.

Then Connie stood up, looking up at him with determined, unflinching eyes. Her posture was just as straight and her fists clenched at her sides. She kept her expression hardened and unflinching.

Connie, while keeping her eyes locked onto Marco's, slowly rose to the tip of her toes. She took in a breath as her mouth opened, looking like she was ready to say something.

"Connie, I- hmmph!?"

Marco should've seen it coming, but somehow he didn't. Connie sealed his lips with hers, leaving him stiff and unmoving. His body reacted faster than his mind could keep up and before either of them knew it, he wrapped his broad, buff arms around the smaller, skinnier girl, bringing her body closer to his. In response, her small hands crept up his muscular back, grabbing a handful of his gi.

It felt like a lifetime passed within those few seconds before they parted. Marco brought a finger to his lips as he felt them tingle with the impact of their kiss. Meanwhile, Connie was breathing at an asthmatic pace, her heart racing just like what happened to her yesterday while her mom drove her home. 

Marco broke the burgeoning silence first. "Um… is it bad that I want to do so much more to you right now?"

Connie shook her head. "Not at all. We can do everything we want at your house."

Marco blinked, once again his mind struggling to compute the information given to him.

"Uh, what?"

"Your house. I wanna sleep over." Connie said more firmly.

Connie walked away from Marco to pick up a nearby duffle bag. The way it sagged downwards as she lifted it told Marco that she was not only bringing a lot of stuff but, she was also dead serious.

"Hold on, Connie. That’s a bit sudden, isn't it? We just banged for the first time just yesterday and you already want to come over?"

"Not just come over. Sleep over."

Marco scratched his head. "I mean. Not that I'm against it, but we never even got to talk about this. Does your mom even know about your plan?"

"Wayyy ahead of you. Already told her I was staying at the Gems’s place. And they got me covered just in case Mom would call."

Marco raised a brow. "Seems like you're well prepared, huh?"

"Sensei, I've been planning this along with my confession for so long. I've got a whole game plan set up with multiple steps, contingencies, backups, etc."

Marco smiled as he shook his head. "You really are a master planner, aren’t ya?"

"I try." Connie flashed a smug, almost childish grin.

"Well, I suppose we should… be on our way?"

"Let's."

As they got into Marco's car and pulled out of the parking lot, the thrill was getting them both. This was the first time Connie was ever in another man's car other than Greg Universe's van and was the first time she was about to visit and sleep over at another guy's house beside Steven's. Anxiety grabbed her by the leg and jerked it frantically up and down all throughout the car ride.

Marco was thankful Beach City wasn't such a populous town or he'd be catching horns by the earful at this point. He found himself severely distracted, forcing him to drive like he might as well have had one too many shots of tequila. He even made a few wrong turns which let a few hissed utterances of "oh crap" slip from his lips, which Connie caught.

"Nervous, too?" She asked.

"A little. It's been a long time since I've brought a lady to my house and the first time I've had one...uh.”

“As young as me?”

His lips went dry. “Yeah.”

"I hear ya. I'm also uhhh… th-this is the first time being with another man like this since Steven left."

"I suppose we're getting a lot of firsts these past few days."

"Totally."

It wasn't long until the two entered a row of houses and Marco pulled into the driveway of one of them. Rather than open the garage door and park his car in it like Connie expected, he turned the key in the ignition and shut the car off, before unlocking all of the doors with the flip of a switch on his door.

"I've got your bag." Marco said as he grabbed it from the back seat.

"Thank you."

When they got to the front door and Marco inserted his key, he took a deep breath and looked back at Connie, who stood waiting. He stared at his front door for a few seconds. Despite how often he opened it, whether to enter his house or leave it, he realized there was a new meaning, a new significance to it, especially with his student right beside him.

Connie didn't know what to expect when Marco opened the door. His single floored house didn't really stand out from the rest of the neighborhood so it stood to reason why the interior was more or less. It reminded her of her own house in the sense that it was simple, average, and clean. The front door opened up to the living room, then there was an open door frame leading to the kitchen, then the sliding glass door that leads out to the backyard. Then there was that corridor on the side of the house with three bedrooms, a bathroom, and a hallway closet with those vented wooden doors that folded open.

Of course there were plenty of fixtures and possessions that were notably, unmistakably Marco's. There were framed pictures of himself, some solo and some with friends and/or family. There was a shelf dedicated to all his trophies, ribbons, certificates and other awards., mostly involving Martial Arts. Standing tall next to that was a bookshelf that without any space that wasn't filled by something to read. 

"Make yourself at home." Marco said warmly.

"Ooh, you have a nice place here. You clean up pretty well, too!" 

"Thanks. I try. Please take your shoes off before entering the house."

"Will do."

Marco directed Connie to the couch while he headed to the kitchen. He opened the fridge to find it not as full as it should be. Not enough to cook a substantial meal for dinner nor possessing much in the way of drinks, the options being water or a few cans of beer short of a six pack.

"Oh. Looks like I might hafta order something after all." Marco remarked after seeing the meager contents of his fridge.

Connie shrugged. "That's fine by me."

"Sorry I'm super unprepared. That's what happens when you tell someone you're coming to their house right at the last minute."

"I thought you'd be fully stocked!"

“I was planning on grocery shopping tomorrow!”

Marcoe ended up ordering some Chinese takeout. It wasn't long before their food was delivered and he came to the couch with a big paper bag that was filled to the brim. He set it on the coffee table in front of the couch, before laying out all of its contents. Marco had his Orange Chicken over some white rice, Connie had the same orange chicken but over stir fried noodles, both of them had one eggroll. Connie also had a drink which Marco opted out of because he settled for his last can of beer. 

They had the TV on and proceeded to marathon a series of anime and western cartoons. At first, they acted as friends, eating and talking and laughing over whatever they were watching. As time went on, they shifted closer to one another without really noticing it, even when their arms were rubbing up on one another. They finished their food, threw away all the trash and wiped down the table before settling back into the couch. 

Marco stiffened when Connie sat herself on his lap, nestling neatly between his legs and directly on top of his crotch. He was slightly startled but relaxed once she leaned into his chest.

"You don't mind, do you?" Connie asked as she looked back at Marco.

The man shook his head. "No, not at all. Be my guest. Just as long as you don't mind this."

Marco wrapped his arms around Connie's smaller body. With his sturdy forearms in front of her stomach, he pulled her closer, almost like he was hugging her. He rested his chin on the top of her head.

"Mmm, not at all." Connie said.

Later in the night they ended up watching an anime they both enjoyed called Fist of the North Star. At this point, the two were laying down across the couch, still holding one another close.

“He reminds me of you, y’know. Kenshiro, I mean.” Connie randomly commented.

Marco chuckled. "Funny, because I identify more with Rei.”

“Nah, you’re not as funny and you’re ancient. You’d break a hip pulling off all his stunts.” Connie grinned.

Marco scoffed. "I'm not that old, you cheeky brat. I’m barely in my mid 30s.”

"Suuuuure. Besides that, he doesn’t have a younger dark skinned girlfriend who kicks butt... "

"Now why does that sound familiar?" Marco laughed into Connie's neck. 

The two noticed how dark it had gotten outside. One look at the clock told both of them exactly what time it was.

"Getting late isn't it? Probably a good time for bed."

"Uhh, yeah. I guess you're right."

Marco stood from the couch, grabbing Connie by the hand and pulling her up and guiding her to the hallway with all the bedrooms. He took her to one, which was obviously not his because it was the most barebones room she had ever seen. Featureless solid color walls and ceilings, a twin-sized bed flanked by nightstands with lamps and a closet in the wall. Connie felt like she was staying at the blandest hotel in the country.

"This is where you'll sleep." Marco said as he laid a hand on Connie's shoulder. He noticed the displeasure on her face.

"Yeah, I know it's not much, but I almost never expect guests so I never took to decorating this place."

"It's a real backpacker's paradise."

Marco snorted. "Well, you're gonna have to deal with it for now."

"Where's your bedroom?" 

Marco pointed down the corridor. "Behind the door right at the end of the hall. Can't miss it. If you need me, my door is always open."

Connie nodded. "Okay."

"Well, I guess I should get ready for bed. You should do the same. Bathroom is also in the corridor next to the closet. See you in the morning."

"Keep the bed warm for me, Sensei." Connie called out as Marco walked into the hall.

"Har har, very funny." He retorted.

Taking a shower, brushing his teeth, changing into a fresh set of pajamas and jumping under the covers was usually a blur that Marco normally turned his brain off during but this time he was painfully aware of the entire process. Something in the deepest corner of his mind refused to let him forget that Connie was sleeping over at his house. He laid smack dab in the center of his bed, his wide-awake green eyes glued to the ceiling. 

Everyone's had those moments where they laid sleepless in bed and had nothing but their own thoughts to occupy them. Occasionally the brain sets itself to Shuffle and the mind begins to race with thoughts and memories whether good or bad. From philosophical ponderings to a weird dream they had the other day. And even… complicated events. 

That's what was going through Marco's head at that moment. The memories of the day prior flooded his mind and the puzzling feelings that came with it pooled in his chest. All of it intensified with Connie being under the same roof. 

Marco grew erect as he rewinded their sordid little tryst from the day prior. The sight, the smells, the sensations overwhelmed his senses and he became hot under the covers. He wanted to feel her again. To feel that hot little mouth wrapped tightly around his cock, bobbing up and down his length until he came in her mouth and made her swallow everything. He wanted to feel that velvety young cunt that squeezed so tightly and milked him so thoroughly, it was unlike anything he's ever felt before. 

Then he remembered he still had her panties in his nightstand. He pulled open the drawer and fished them out. They had seen some use, not just by Connie. Marco was careful not to get some of his own fluids on it, in order to preserve her essence coated into the soft fabric.

"But if she walks in, then what?" Marco asked himself, instantly shooting down the idea of "using" them that night. 

He shook his head and decided to lay back in bed. He shut his eyes in a heated effort to actually get some sleep. For a time, it almost worked. Almost.

Marco was on the verge of slipping out of consciousness when he was dragged back to awareness by the soft squeak of his door. He knew who it was, but he'd rather wait for her to call out to him. 

She never did. Instead there came the creaking of his floor which grew louder and louder until it stopped. Marco kept his eyes closed, but he knew for a fact she was standing near the edge of his bed. Facing him. 

What is this girl doing, Marco thought. 

Marco felt a weight press against his mattress, slowly shifting towards him. And before he knew it, a familiar slender frame nestled against him, his chest flush against her back. He felt her hair tickle his chin until the back of her head rested against his neck. Connie felt so warm against him. So soft.

Marco also noticed she was less clothed than before. Whatever she was wearing, it was gossamer thin and he could feel the curves and contours of her body more vividly compared to when they were on the couch. His heart was beating at a breakneck pace against her back. He couldn't keep pretending anymore.

"C-Connie, what are you doing?" Marco's voice was low. 

"I wanna sleep with you, silly." Connie said it like it was such a normal thing.

"Well I can see that."

"Do you not want to?"

"Of cour- I mean, it's not that I don't want to, it's just… I don't know. I'm still messed up from yesterday, y’know."

Connie nodded. "I hear you. I still can't get it outta my head. I couldn't yesterday when I… used your undies."

Marco nodded. "I won't lie. I did the same."

That briefly gave Connie pause. "Really?" 

"Seriously."

"Wow… we have problems." Connie giggled.

"Maybe some… intimacy is just what we need."

"Same. I didn't want to sleep alone. I wanna snuggle with you… please." Connie pleaded, her voice breathy.

"Well, since you asked so nicely…"

Marco, with a bit of hesitance, reached out and once again wrapped his arms around Connie's torso, bringing her closer until he could feel her body in full and savor her softness and warmth. Though he wasn't completely accustomed to it just yet as his body remained tense. She sure didn't overlook that.

"Heh. After all we've already done, you're hung up on snuggling like this?"

Marco averted his eyes as he blushed. "I'm sorry. This is kinda… well it's not new to me, but- you know what I mean!"

Connie giggled. "I know. But I appreciate you being such a gentleman despite it all."

She expressed her gratitude with a brief, chaste kiss to his lips before nuzzling against him once more and eventually falling asleep in his arms. He didn't immediately follow suit, wanting to stay awake and savor her presence. He ran his hand through her soft black locks, before letting it glide down her body.

That's when he noticed something peculiar. He knew Connie was wearing far less layers than before. On top of that, she was missing a few crucial layers. And it left him more hot and bothered than he should be. He was trying really hard to stay his hand, but the difficulty only rose as seconds passed. Unfortunately he couldn't control his libido as it allowed his dick to rise to a full hardness.

To make matters worse, Connie rubbed her butt against Marco's crotch, feeling his clothed erection brushing against her. She rolled her hips, her ass climbing up and down the entirety of his length. He wasn't sure if it was deliberate or not, considering she could just be tossing and turning.

Marco didn't take long before caving into his temptations and soon enough, his hand was rubbing her smooth bare leg, slowly rising until he was cupping her firm little ass. He gave her a squeeze, feeling her soft flesh collapse beneath his fingers. He stayed fixated on her butt cheek, kept his hands squeezing and rubbing. His pinky accidentally brushed over her pussy and he realized just how aroused she had become.

"Connie. You're soaked..." Marco pulled away to point out as he felt the tip of his pinky drowning in the young girl's arousal. 

Marco spared any further teasing on his end and went on with slowly sticking his finger past Connie's folds. She turned out to be so wet, her juices were getting all over his hand. Like yesterday, she was tight, much so that it felt like she was trying to push his finger out. However she relaxed in a few seconds and allowed him to go all the way to the first knuckle. 

Connie sucked in a breath as Marco's digit invaded her pussy. At the same time, he brought his lips to the crook of her neck, scratching her with his five o’clock shadow, peppering it with sucking, nipping kisses that soaked and pulled at her skin. While he left her stiffening and shivering by his kisses, he covertly inserted another finger into her pussy, which somehow saw less resistance than the first one. Once he stuck in a third, a shrill gasp escaped Connie's lips. 

That became the straw that broke the camel's back. With his other hand, Marco pulled his pajama bottoms low enough to free his aching hardon. He pulled his fingers out of her cunt, before rubbing them on his cock to coat his meaty length in her juices. He shifted closer until the tip of his cock docked against her flooding entrance. He teased her, rubbing his head up and down her slit, catching her liquid arousal.

Marco felt her stiffen and tried to back up into his cock, no doubt trying to get him deeper inside her. But he held her by the hip, stopping her advances.

Marco brought his lips to her ear. "If you want it, stop pretending you're asleep."

Connie gasped as Marco saw right through her.

"H-How'd you know?"

"C'mon, you can't expect me to believe you're not fully aware while you're this wet?" 

"Th-Thanks to you." Connie shook as Marco gently rubbed his pinky along her leaky slit. 

"Or maybe you came into the room like this."

"Mmmaybe I diiid..." Connie teased in a sing' songy tone.

"I suppose that explains why you came in here without any undergarments."

"Well I usually don't wear any when I go to sleep anyways."

"You didn't think to make tonight an exception?"

"Nope. Not in the slightest."

"Why?"

"I think we both know why. It's all over your fingers."

Marco chuckled. "You horny little minx. You're just asking for it aren't you?"

Connie looked back at her Sensei turned host with a goading look. "Why don'tcha give it to me then?"

Marco huffed, before turning Connie's head and aggressively pushing his lips against hers. She shut her eyes, her moans vibrating and tingling their lips. Marco raised one of her legs, sliding his shaft along her leaking lower lips, lubricating his length. 

"S-Sensei…" Connie called out, her entire body shuddering with anticipation.

"Yes?"

"P-Please… I want it."

"Hmm? Want what, my dear? You're going to have to be specific."

Connie gulped. "Your… dick. I want your dick. Please…"

Marco chuckled with a hum. "Mmm, that's what I love about you, Connie. Such a good girl, knowing how to ask for things properly. That’s why you deserve to get them. But first."

Connie yelped when there came a blur of movement that was so fast, she found herself confused as to how Marco was suddenly hovering above her while she laid on her back. With her nightgown pulled all the way up to her collarbone.

Marco had to stop and bask in the gorgeous sight before him. Connie's naked body glistened and glowed like bronze in the pale moonlight, accentuating her subtle but noticeable curves. She may have been petite, but that didn't mean she lacked meat on her bones. There was a subtle muscular aspect to her body, mainly in her arms, her thighs and her stomach, no doubt deriving from all her training and her adventures. Small swells slightly stuck out from her chest and her hips indicating the beginnings of her womanhood, which would only grow bigger given enough time.

The shy, blushing look on her face, partially hidden by her forearm was nothing short of cute and captivating, tempting Marco into wanting to hug her protectively as well as bang her brains out. Mostly the latter. 

"You have no idea just how amazing you look right now." Marco said with quiet reverence.

"C'mon. I'm not that good looking. There's never been a guy who looked at me that way. Besides… y'know."

"Well, I'm looking at you that way right now. And I'm beyond loving what I'm seeing."

"Mm-maybe you should give me something nice to look at, too… just so we're even."

"Hmm? Oh, right." Marco looked down at his almost fully clothed body.

He proceeded to remedy that by pulling his shirt up and off, before letting it fall limply to the floor with a quiet thud. 

Connie took her turn to marvel at the bared physique of her partner. If her body was like bronze, Marco's was like gold for how much his dusky skin reflected the moonlight much more profoundly. The way he was so muscular and imposing, he was like a giant, living statue, like his pecs, abs, and arms were carved by a sculptor with a profound fondness for the male anatomy. 

"Oh my God, you're like a buff angel." Connie's eyes shimmered like the night sky. 

"Thanks, I guess." Marco's face became coated in red as he coyly rubbed behind his neck.

"Stooop, you're being too cute! That's illegal!" Connie squeaked.

He raised a brow. "What is?"

"You're being all shy and junk. You’re not supposed to act like that while looking like that."

"I can't help it. I'm being showered with praises by a cute girl in my bed."

"Aahhh, just get your butt over here and kiss me already!"

Marco obliged without a second thought, letting himself down on top of Connie gently, just short of his entire weight pressing on her. With his forearms under her biceps, he held her face as he kissed her sweetly. She brought her hands up to the back of his head, running her fingers through his short brown locks before grabbing them by the fistful.

They parted with a quiet smacking noise, saliva strands briefly tethering to one another. They locked eyes, peering through the windows of their partner's soul and finding nothing but love and lust for one another. Marco stretched his arms to raise himself up, to which Connie nearly reached out in protest until he lowered himself again before she could get the first word out.

"Mmm, S-Sensei…"

Connie stiffened when she felt Marco's lips touch upon her collar bone before slowly hopping his way down, until he reached the curve of her left breast. His kisses climbed down until he reached her nipple, where his lips clamped down in her solid brown nub and his tongue lashed upon it. At the same time, a hand reached out to her other breast, fingers clenching on the slightly raised mound before closing around her nipple. 

"Aaanh…" 

Connie let a cat-like mewl slip between her slightly parted lips. She arched her back, pushing her chest into Marco's face. Her noises only intensified as the man did the same with his ministrations on her breasts. Little electric shocks danced all over her chest with every kiss, pinch, nibble, suck, and pull.

The young girl sputtered out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding once Marco finally moved on from her breasts and continued his way down. He moved his kissing lips across her stomach before he reached the border between her belly and her crotch. 

Marco tilted his head to meet Connie's strained, half lidded gaze. He gave her a silent request with his eyes, which the clever girl managed to interpret correctly, giving him a silent nod. 

He nodded back and he was back to proving her on all the wondrous things one could do with an experienced mouth. But first, he needed to spread her legs open as far as he could, which she was thankfully flexible enough for.

And Connie's hips jumped as she felt said mouth close around her crotch, puffing heat against her pussy. She couldn't stop the shrill yelp from slipping out when that tongue moved about her entrance with rhythm and precision. Marco slightly peeled open her pussy, licking and prodding her soft, slick insides like it was the sweetest fruit on Earth.

"Oohhh myyy, S-Sen-gah-hahhhh!"

Connie could barely keep still with how vigorously her teacher's tongue moved inside of her. She'd fantasize about this at length multiple times but she never imagined it could get as mind-scrambling and body-seizing as this. She reached out to Marco's head, grabbing two fistfuls of his hair and clenching tightly as if she was afraid of floating out into space.

Regardless of how hard she tried to hold on, Connie couldn't stop the oncoming freight train that was her orgasm. Marco's tongue moved mercilessly atop her clitoris, the sensation more electrifying than anything she ever did to herself on many sleepless horny nights. The pleasure accumulated faster than she ever managed on her own, soon growing to a boiling point that her waning strength could no longer hold back.

"Se-Sen-R-Rah-Oh gooosh I'm gonna cu-I'm cumming! I'm cummiiiiing!"

Marco's reflexes kicked in right as he felt Connie's cunny spasm and he opened his mouth wider. Just as he predicted, the spray of her orgasmic juices hit his tongue, before flowing continuously as he drank up every sweet, salty drop. He made it a point to lash his tongue at her clit, which served to prolong her orgasm and let her ride that high for as long as it took. 

Connie's arched back returned to the bed with a hefty bounce once her climax passed and her blurry, foggy senses slowly came back. Once her hearing returned to its full clarity, her own heavy breaths and her beating heart became deafening. Her entire skin was buzzing and she could literally not lift a finger.

"Buh…Ah-I…" Connie's tongue was too tied to make words that weren't just broken fragments.

The lip of a water bottle was suddenly docked against her mouth and she barely processed the fact that water was being poured into her mouth. She let some of it spill before she properly puckered her mouth around the bottle's top and drank in earnest.

"Pwahhh…" she sighed, feeling refreshed after a lengthy drink that drained the entire bottle.

"That's why I keep several bottles in my room at all times." Marco said as he threw the emptied bottle into a nearby wastebasket.

"Th-Thanks."

Marco smiled. "You're welcome. Now take a rest. I can tell that took a lot out of you."

"Wait, but you haven't… you never got to umm. Y'know." Connie pointed towards Marco's erection, which remained hard and throbbing.

Marco nodded with understanding. "I know. Don’t worry about it."

"Can I do something for you at least?"

"Hmm? Like what?"

Connie crawled down the bed, before flipping herself and laying her body on top of Marco's, with her head resting by the base of his dick. She gazed at it from an angle that made it look like it towered over her. Though the optical illusion was shattered once she grabbed hold of it and ran her tight grip up and down his length. She puckered her lips against the base of his dick, before dribbling spit into it, and using her hand to spread it all throughout his length. 

"Ahh, Connie…" Marco sighed.

Soon, her mouth joined in as she regained enough energy to plant kisses up and down his girthy length, from the base to the tip. Soon, her mouth was filled with the top half of his cock while the bottom half was occupied by her stroking hand. She bobbed her head up and down, noisily sucking and swirling her tongue around his shaft. At times, she brought her lips to wrap exclusively around the head while her tongue swung and swirled around the tip, shooting sharp pangs of pleasure down his shaft which shocked his hips into bucking against her hot, slobbering mouth. 

"Oh crap , y-your mouth feels so good, Connie. I can't… stop!"

Marco could barely control himself. Before he realized it, he was fucking Connie's mouth in earnest, his balls slapping against her chin while his cock smoothly slid in and out of her hot, tight throat as the underside of his shaft brushed repeatedly against her tongue. Strangely enough, Connie did not once pull back or choke in the slightest, encouraging Marco to hold her head as he went as hard as his sex-driven mind desired, chasing after that coveted climax and quickly catching up to it.

"Urrgggh Connie! I-I-I'm… oh crap, I'm gonna cum in your mouth, okay?"

"Mmm-mmm-mmm!" Marco had no idea what she just said, but the thumbs up she gave told him all he needed to know. 

"Alright, get ready Connie. Here it… comes!"

Connie's cheeks bloated and her neck bulged when Marco came directly into her mouth. However, the sheer size of his load quickly proved more than she could swallow, as it began to seep from her mouth and fall down his shaft. But she soldiered on, despite the burning strain on her throat that forced tears to fall down her cheeks. It didn't help that Marco held her head down while she swallowed every inch of his dick in addition to every drop of his spunk.

While Marco rode the blinding white high of his orgasm, he could faintly feel Connie's gullet milking him dry and her tongue lapping up as much excess seed as it could. 

After a while, Marco shuddered at the feel of his semi-flaccid cock dragging along Connie's oral walls. When she pulled all the way out, her mouth was tethered to Marco's rod by countless strands of spit and cum while a whole lot more, along with errant strands of brown pubic hair, coated her cheeks and dripped off her chin. 

"Haahhh…" 

Connie lazily licked whatever streak of liquid she could find on her face, then wiped the rest with the back of her hand before swallowing everything she collected in her mouth.

"Gosh, that's hot…" Marco remarked as he basked in the sight of his younger partner's flushed, cock-drunk face. 

Connie wetly cleared her throat. "That was… that was sooo much… thought you were- that I was gonna drown."

Marco panted. "Sorry about that, I- my loads are usually… a lot."

"Man that's gonna take some time to get used to." Connie remarked, clearing her throat.

"Shouldn't take long." Marco said before he twisted open another bottle of water and took a long swig until he drank every last drop.

"Only one way to find out…" 

Connie smiled slyly as she wrapped her fingers around Marco's wet, sticky cock, stroking it back to its original hardness. It took almost no time at all until it returned to its throbbing, turgid glory.

A laugh fell from Marco's lips. "You just can’t get enough, can't you?"

"What can I say? That Latino charm, it just… it just keeps me going."

"Or it could be your teenage hormones going nuts."

Connie giggled with a noticeable flirtiness. "That too. Maybe you can… help with that?"

The younger girl pushed herself up until she hung right above her teacher. She had a hand clenched tightly on the base of his shaft, slapping his head against her damp cunny. She gave her partner a look that asked for something he knew she wanted. 

Marco grabbed her by the hips. Connie released her grip, letting the older, more experienced gentleman take the lead. He took the opportunity to tease her lips once more, sliding his tip along the entire length of her thin, sodden slit. 

Connie expected Marco to push in right away, his head pushing past her folds before the rest of his shaft followed, every inch buried deeper and deeper until his balls nudged against her body. That would've been the logical conclusion given their position.

But Diaz-Sensei loved to throw curve balls. When you think he was about to do one thing, he does something beyond wildest expectations. Though this was something Connie could have and should have seen coming, but she was so caught up in the euphoria of being on the verge of penetration that she didn't immediately process that their positions had been flipped, putting her back to the bed sheets while the larger, older man loomed dominantly over her, a victorious smile stretched wide between his cheeks. 

"Well, well, well. How the turntables…" Marco quipped.

"Ha-Hayai…"

Marco hum-chuckled. "Yeah, I can be. Or you were just too distracted."

"That makes more sense. You're too old to move that quickly." 

Connie couldn't contain a giggle at the vein pulsing on Marco's forehead. 

"I told you… I’m not that old.” There was a growling edge to Marco’s tone. 

"Way I see it, you might as well be seventy."

Connie felt the wind knocked out of her when Marco smacked his hefty member right on her stomach. She looked down at the throbbing meat reaching up to her ribs. Her eyes returned to her partner, who looked nothing short of smug.

"Bold words for someone in impaling range. You keep that up and I'll show you just how 'old' I really am."

"Jokes on you, that's exactly what I want."

Connie spread her legs as wide as she could, showing off her tight teen pussy for Marco to do as he saw fit. She reached between her legs, grabbing his shaft and pulling it towards the place they both needed it the most. 

"Fair warning Connie. I went easy on you yesterday because it was your first time. When I'm in bed with someone, I usually never stop at one or even two rounds. So you better be ready for a rigorous, restless night. Because even I don't know when I'll stop. You got it?"

Connie reached out to tenderly hold Marco's face. They lovingly locked eyes with one another, feeling the love swelling in their hearts and the emotions permeating deep in their souls. 

Then she pulled Marco into getting his lower lip bitten hard enough until it was red and swollen. She let go with a hard pull, leaving her Sensei stunned for a second.

"Then you better show this young cunt who's the real master of this dojo… Daddy." Connie said the last word with fluttery lashes.

Marco shuddered. "Oh God, you're so sexy…"

The man lined his cock against Connie's slit, lapping her flooded folds with his glans. Then he pushed in, feeling her little pussy being split wide open before snapping shut around his dick and letting the rest of his shaft enter her clenching confines. Her folds widened just enough to let him dig deeper but squeezed tight enough that the process took time, which allowed Marco to savor her deliciously hot insides.

"S-Senseiii…" Connie mewled as she felt her insides getting pushed and stretched.

Marco groaned. "Arrggh, Connie… you feel so much tighter than yesterday. It's like I'm taking your virginity all over again."

He started out slowly when he pulled back. Every fold he dragged his meat against clenched his shaft on the way out as if she was desperately trying to keep him in place. Thankfully for her, he stopped just short of his glands. But his pause lasted for one second more than Connie wanted. And once more than that passed, the girl squirmed and whined like a needy child.

"Senseeiii, pleaaaase!" 

Marco obliged instantaneously with one hard thrust that saw every inch of his meat pole lodged into Connie deep enough for it to cave in her cervix and form a long bulge protruding from her belly. The girl was once again left breathless, bug-eyed, slack-jawed, and body frozen in a Moon-like crescent.

Some time passed, more than the pause Marco lingered on prior before Connie fell back and regained her composure. Her pussy tightened immensely around him, once again in that desperate, for-dear-life grip that kept him locked in place so he wouldn't go anywhere else ever again. 

But Marco still managed to pull back like before, albeit with greater resistance. Connie kept her insides taut around Marco's turgid member, only giving him the barest of slack to move back or forth with immense friction. Friction that only served to send pleasure shooting throughout his body. 

"Wow, you're… really holding on, huh?" Marco asked with a laugh.

"I'll feel empty if you pull out."

"I won't."

"Promise?"

"I'll prove it to you."

With about half or more of his length sticking out of her, Marco pushed back in, nudging the puckering entrance of her womb. It snapped back into place when he pulled back. Then he brought it back forward, filling her fully once more before pulling back. 

Marco kept up this ancient human breeding technique. Until Connie's moans jumped in time with his hips. Until the clapping collision of his hips and her ass echoed throughout the room. Until his cock smoothly slid in and out of her slick, soaked snatch. 

"Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh!" Connie cried out, her fingers digging into Marco's shoulders while her body rocked alongside hers.

Marco felt the familiar tingling in his balls and the familiar aching of his loins. He had no intention of holding back since Connie was properly protected, but he still felt the need to give her a warning.

"Connie… I feel another one coming… where do you want it?"

Instead of saying anything Connie threw her arms and legs up to wrap them tightly around Marco's body, keeping his chest flush against hers, so that there was only one place he could ejaculate.

"You already know where" Connie purred with lust shimmering her smile.

"S-Say it. Say where you want it "

Connie rubbed a circle on her smooth, sweat-lined stomach.

"Right here. I want your cummies deep inside my pussy… Daddy…"

That did the trick. Marco thrust his lips into Connie's trapping one another in a long, aggressive kiss as he let it all go as soon as the prickling feeling in his prick grew to an irresistible peak. His pisshole flared as it let out a thicker, greater stream of his seed that rushed down the teen’s cunt canal and quickly flooded her baby-carrying cavity, her stomach slightly distended.

Marco slowly lowered himself as he felt the strength and stability draining from his shaky arms. He once again perched himself on top of Connie but kept his entire weight from crushing her. 

"Holy cow, Sensei. You… I feel like I just had three meals in one minute with how much you filled me up." Connie's breath heaved.

"Yes. That's uhh… yeah, I don't have a good comeback for that." Marco tiredly chuckled.

"Wait…"

Connie rocked her hips slightly, her eyes narrowed and focused as if she was analyzing something. Then her eyes bugged out as she looked at Marco.

"Oh my God, are you still hard?" Connie asked incredulously.

"Uh, yeah? I told you I wouldn't stop at one or two."

"Three?"

"That's just as unlikely."

"Whoa… my first lover and he's this potent. Gonna take some getting used to, I won't lie."

Marco raised a brow. "Lover?" 

"Yes. We can keep going with this, right?"

"Um." Since Marco had more or less regained his senses, the post-nut clarity had left him conflicted on the question.

Connie grew more anxious as Marco lingered in silence. There was a sullen, almost regretful look on his face. Her dismay grew along with the frown on her face as she could feel the impending refusal that was about to pass his lips. 

"Connie." Marco finally spoke up, his voice firm and sincere.

"I'll ask you one more time. You know what might happen with this kind of relationship between us right?"

"And I'll tell you one more time." Connie sat right up on Marco's stomach. There was that burning in her eyes again. That peerless passion Marco could never stop marveling at.

"I don't care about any of it. I've already thought about every outcome, every angle, every consequence for weeks now and I still decide that I want to be with you."

"Connie…" 

"But… it's okay if you don't want to…"  

Connie spoke softly. Her sorrowful eyes sunk to the floor in defeat. 

"I mean I get it… you probably think it wouldn't work out because of, well, the obvious… but I already accounted for that. For everything. And considering all that you've done for me and all the time we spent together, I still want this to work."

Marco didn't say anything. Instead he kept his eyes on her, nodding for her to continue.

Connie's voice wavered as she continued.

"I haven't had anyone close to me to spend time with or confide in for ages already. My parents are basically isolated by their jobs, the Gems can't even begin to understand or help with what I'm going through, and my… best friend's gone and won't be back until who knows when!"

Marco nodded solemnly. "Right. You told me about Steven and the Gems. And where everyone else failed, I gotta pick up the slack, right?"

"Yes. I know how ridiculous this is and how crazy I must sound, but I want th- no. I need this. I need you, Sensei."

Marco still said nothing. He let the silence linger so all he heard was Connie's heavy, emotionally driven breaths. Her eyes shimmered, making her look like she was on the verge of tears but none had fallen. 

"Well? Aren't you gonna say something?"

He didn't. Instead he stretched an arm out to cup her face in his palm. He felt her tense, like she was bracing herself, before relaxing and nuzzling into his touch like a cat. She hummed as he gently pressed his thumb to her cheek and ran it back and forth. 

"Don't think you being sweet and tender is gonna get you out of this." Connie said.

"I don't expect it to." He chuckled.

"So… what's it gonna be?"

"Can I be totally honest with you?"

Connie stiffened. "S-Sure."

"I have no frickin’ idea what I'm doing." Marco admitted with a smile.

"Whaddya mean?"

The man sighed. "I mean… I wanna keep going with this. I wanna share so many things with you. I want to be with you."

Connie's face lit up. "Really? Despite… y'know."

Marco stretched his other arm out. With both hands cupping Connie's face, brought it down to his, locking their eyes to one another. 

"You're far more than worth it, Connie. I think you're exactly the kind of person I need in my lonely life right now."

"I've regarded you as that person for ages, y'know." Connie coyly responded.

"Yeah I know that now. Sorry I never... y'know, realized it sooner."

Marco pulled Connie towards him again and the two became the closest they've ever been for as long as they've known each other. Physically and emotionally. The kiss wasn't just a kiss. It was a promise and the beginning to the rest of their lives. 

"Sensei…"

"Now that we're lovers, I think you should start calling me Marco instead. Outside of the Dojo that is."

Connie gave a mischievous grin. "How about… Daddy?"

Marco shuddered. "You keep that up and that name's gonna actually mean something."

"Maybe I should get off the pill starting tomorrow. So we can make it happen." Connie cheekily joked. 

"In time, in time. For now I think I wanna… make it official."

Connie quirked a brow. "How so?"

Marco sat straight up before directing Connie in the position he had in mind. She brought her face onto the sheets, feeling the sticking stains and strong smell of their sex. Her ass was kept in the air, her tight young holes exposed for Marco's.

"Have you ever played with this yet?" Marco asked as his finger ran laps around Connie's winking hole.

Connie stiffened from the foreign contact. "Ah… nothing more than some teasing and prodding with my fingertip."

"Do you wanna try to go a little further?"

"For you, I'll try anything and go as far as you want."

Marco spread Connie's cheeks apart. "You need to be properly prepped first." 

Connie squealed and stiffened, as Marco brought his face between her cheeks and brushed the flat of his tongue against her asshole. 

"I need you to relax for me." Marco spoke in a tender voice.

"O-Okay. I'll try."

Connie let out a deep breath, before Marco ran his tongue against her hole again. He began swirling laps around her sphincter, gradually converging towards the center until the tip was nestled right into the eye of her asshole.

Marco applied a bit of pressure and slowly and steadily dipped right in, her hole growing wider little by little. However, his tongue couldn't delve deep enough. So he opted to bring his hands to Connie's pussy, dipping two of his fingers right in with zero resistance.

"Connie, you're so soaked, it's insane. Are you sure you don't have some weird medical condition?" Marco asked as he felt her dripping all over his knuckles.

"N-Not that I know of, no. Maybe you just have that great of an effect on me."

"Well I'm glad I do. I don't have any lube on me, so this is the next best thing."

Marco brought his freshly lubricated fingers to Connie's hole. He started with one, dipping the tip and slowly pushing his way in from there. He was surprised to feel Connie opening up to him so easily, allowing him to get all the way to the first knuckle.

"Oooh, Se-Mar-hahhh!"

"Keep relaxing for me. Okay?" Marco softly requested.

"Okayyy…."

Marco brought up his other lubricated finger. He moved his wrist to spread her open a little bit for his other finger to dip in. At first Connie felt a sharp sting for a split second but it faded into a gradual building pleasure.

"Oh m-my g-gosh…"

"Relax… Relaaax…" Marco whispered sweetly, gently rubbing circles on her back.

Connie let out another breath and, thanks to Marco's little massage, she unclenched her muscles and let his other finger all the way in. From there, he started with slow thrusts to get her used to a feeling she would end up experiencing regularly. Then he followed up by rolling his wrists to properly stretch her out, until her whimpers turned to moans and the tension faded away.

"How are you feeling?"

Connie breathed. "I-it's not too bad…not completely used to it, but it feels better than before."

"Do you think you're ready for my cock?"

Connie nodded. "Yes I am."

"If you say so. Fair warning, this might sting a little."

Marco planted his feet onto his bed to be at the right height to level his cock towards Connie's ass. He parted her ass cheeks as far apart from one another as he could, to stretch her hole as wide as possible. The younger girl sucked in a breath like she was diving underwater. She felt the sensation of being at the peak before the drop before a roller coaster when Marco's glans spread her wide. Then there came the fall when her ass closed tight around the top of his shift.

"Hmmmph!"

Connie huffed and puffed. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine! Just keep going!"

"I will, but you need to unclench again." 

"R-Right…"

Marco raised his hands up until he was massaging her shoulders, keeping her senses occupied somewhere else as he continued pushing his dick in bit by bit. She convulsed and grunted through the sheets she was biting as every inch filled her ass. Until he felt his balls pressed against Connie's pussy, her juices dripping off the curve of his sack.

"You're doing such a great job, my good little girl…" 

Connie felt something burning within as the hot air caressed her ears and his words stoked the flames of lust within. 

"Pl-Please… fu-fuck me…"

Marco blinked. "What?"

"Fuck me in my tight little ass… fill it with all your cummies, Daddy…"

Connie's words made something in him snap and every fiber of his being became imbued with lust he didn't remember ever feeling before in his entire life. There was a look in his eye. Vaguely beast-like, almost as if he became someone else. Or something.

Connie's body straightened out as Marco continued fucking her while she laid prone, her wrists roughly pinned under his hands. The vice-like grip of her asshole brought his dick back and forth more than his own hips did. The larger man laid his whole body weight atop Connie's and wrapped his arms around her.

Marco groaned again. "Connie… y-y'know what I want to say…"

"W-Wait! Stop!"

Connie's sudden shout startled her Sensei into stopping. He stopped while he was still balls-deep in her asshole.

"What is it?"

Connie pushed Marco off of her, before she flipped herself onto her back once more. She spread her legs wide open and parted her pussy lips with her fingers. 

"In here… I want your seed in my womb…" Connie pleaded.

Marco didn't even blink before he shoved his cock back into her pussy like it was its rightful place. Even as mild-mannered and civilized as he was, he could never deny his own primal masculine urge to breed a hot, willing female. Even less so because it's Connie and his feelings for her had been beyond primal.

Which was why the climax that followed derived less from lust and more for love. For a desire to fulfill her needs more than his own. And doing so triggered her own orgasm. Marco could see clearly how she was growing addicted to being filled thoroughly by his cum and he didn't doubt she'll want a fix to keep chasing the ensuing high every time.

Luckily for her, he'd grown addicted to cumming inside her. 

Marco and Connie slumped like rag dolls when they passed their peaks. They locked tired eyes before lazily, yet lovingly locked lips. They held each other like their lives depended on it, stewing in their mixture of sweat, saliva, heat, flesh, hair and sexual fluids. 

Marco still had plenty more to give but he knew better than to push Connie past limits he couldn't measure quite yet. But the laborious way she wheezed out breaths told him that a break was in order. So he pulled her closer to his naked chest for her to nuzzle against and soon enough she shut her eyes and silently snored.

"So adorable." 

Marco's smile wasn't enough to express the swelling joy in his heart. He slid aside the errant strands of her hair sticking to her forehead and leaned down to kiss it. It was the most chaste act he'd done all day and the last he'd do for the rest of the night.