Disclaimer: Extreme Makeover - Home Edition belongs to ABC, Endemol
Entertainment USA, Greengrass Productions, Lock And Key Productions and Tom
Forman Productions. This story is not-for-profit, but I own it.
Warnings: Strong language, graphic violence, voyurism, male solo sex, female
solo sex, male/female sex
Pairing: Constance Ramos/m
Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.
Other Notes: This AU story is being told through the eyes of one of the
home-builders who help the show's design-team tear-down the old house and
build a new one in its place.
Summary: A failed attempt in loading a piece of plywood causes a home-builder
to lose his temper and smash his fist on the plywood, causing a concerned
Constance Ramos to rush to his medical aid.
Dedications: None so far.
Extreme Makeover - Home Edition: After The Build
by Andrew Troy Keller (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Hi, my name is Peter Northington and believe it or not, I was among the other
hard-core home-builders who had the honor to help the EXTREME MAKEOVER - HOME
EDITION design-team -- who were being led by one hell of a guy whose name is
Ty Pennington -- tear-down a house that was turning itself into a piece of
total crap and build a new better and safer one in its place.
And each and every time we allow ourselves to break our backs into finishing
the house just in time for Ty and his designers -- Michael Moloney, Constance
Ramos, Paul DiMeo and Preston Sharp -- to start moving in some furniture, I
would take a couple of steps back with my fellow home-builders, take a good
look at the house that we had just finished building and allow myself to take
great pride in doing such a good job in replacing a house that was nothing
more than a total pile of shit with a more nicer and safer one.
But to tell you the truth, that was before the stuff that had happened after
the build, for you see, it was after both the EXTREME MAKEOVER - HOME EDITION
design-team and all of the home-builders -- including myself -- had said
'goodbye' and started loading all of our gear and equipment into our
vehicles, I had tried as hard as I had possibly could to get this one large
piece of unused plywood back on the truck that we had gotten it from.
But after I was unable to get it back on that truck, I had became so totally
pissed that I had slammed my entire fist right into that piece of plywood,
only to have me let out a scream of real pain and allow some blood to appear
on both the plywood and my fist.
That had caused a concerned Constance Ramos to rush herself over to me, took
a good look at my bloody hand and offered to take me over to her hotel room
and help me put a bandage on it.
And after I had given the whole idea some thought and realized that I
really was in need to get my bloody hand patched up, I had decided to accept
Connie's offer and stepped aboard the bus with her and the other designers
in order to go to the hotel that they were staying at.
Anyway, as soon as the bus has arrived at the hotel and each of the members
of the design-team had gone into their rooms, both Connie and I had stepped
into her room, where she had taken out a first-aid kit and used the tape and
gause to patch up my hand just before she had taken a deep breath and said,
"Okay, Peter. All you need to do now is just keep it on until the bleeding
stops and you'll be able to take it off. Okay?"
But of course, that was before she had put away the first-aid kit and turned
herself towards me in order to recieve an answer to her question from me,
only to have the both of us look at each other's eyes for about a minute or
two and kiss each other ever so passionately on the lips.
And after we had stripped off all of our clothes and stared at each other's
bare-ass naked bodies, I had started stroking my stiff cock and she had
started pumping two of her fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy and
carress her own tits with the other hand just before I had moved myself
closer to Connie and started licking all over her nude body -- all the way
down to her hot, moist snatch and carressing her firm breasts.
And then, after she had placed her hands on my bare shoulders and said,
"Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Connie! Touch me! Touch me there!
Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!" the both of us had laid ourselves down
on the bed and I had turned myself around and allowed her to start sucking
on my stone hard dick.
Of course, that had caused me to suddenly realize that I was being able to
experience the one thing that I had never experienced with anyone outside my
home-state before, for the one thing that I was experiencing with Connie was
pure and untamed erotica... and I was enjoying every minute of it.
Just then, after I had placed my stiff cock inside her asshole and used each
of my hands to carress both her tits and snatch, a sexually-energized Connie
has placed one of her hands on my bare shoulder and the other hand on my bare
arm and yelled at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT,
PETER! TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM!
And then, after we had started moving ourselves harder and faster and our
lovemaking has finally finished building its own house, both Connie and I had
came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with our naked arms in a
Just then, on the very next day, the both of us had given each other a big
'goodbye' hug and Connie had stepped inside the bus with the other members
of the EXTREME MAKEOVER - HOME EDITION design-team, looked out the window
and waved at me just before the bus had transported Ty Pennington and his
designers to their next job.