Morning brings you a new problem

You have to admit you got a little carried away. It was Trish's fault, really. That sexy body of hers splayed out on the bed, hands tied above her head. Her big breasts straining against gravity and just begging to be molested. Being in control for the first time in a while went to your head and you took every advantage. Trish didn't complain much - only when you teased her enough to make her cum for a fourth time did she start sucking in lungfuls of air through clenched teeth.

"Jane, please. My balls are dry - I can't cum!"

Heh, she can't have believed that saying something like that would make you stop. Though licking her clit until she had multiple orgasms after blowing her load may have been a bit much. As for your own pleasure you rode your girlfriend like a pony while her cock was recovering, grinding your cunt hard against her leg muscles and sitting on her face when she got lippy. Mmmm, it made your toes curl.

But now it's morning and as lovely as the evening was you now have to deal with your sore muscles. They outright creak when you try to sit up. You wake your girlfriend by running your toes up and down her flank. When she stirs she groans and tries to stretch - only to discover that you collapsed after last night's marathon and never bothered to untie her.

"Sexy minx," she says, ending her sentence with a low purr. "Oh, baby. I thought I'd want you more once you started to show off your bump, but I don't think I could want you any more than I do now."

That's when you start to feel it. You thought it was just soreness at first, but now it feels like a bit of a headache and a... yes, a hunger, but not for food. Slowly you manage to sit up, holding on to the bed to keep steady. This is not right. You can't think straight, your stomach feels odd and everything, every muscle and joint, feels worn and tired. Yet you have to close your eyes to avoid staring at Trish's mildy erect manhood.

"S..Sorry Trish. I don't know what it is, but I just can't."

"Can't what?"

"SEX!" What the hell. You meant to just whisper that as the sound of the letter 's' is painful in your sensitive ears. Instead you hummed it like a thirsting succubus. You open your eyes again and realize that your eyeballs are still locked on Trish's cock. You're counting her heartbeats through its little twitches, you're salivating over that little dollop of dried cum, you're, you're fucked in the head!

"Are you okay Jane?"

You slam your eyelids shut and mumble "Nnnn." Finally you get your wits about you and slowly try to explain it to Trish. First you tell her how you feel. Then you blame the bitch on the phone.

"It would fit" Trish replies. "Addicted to cum. I wonder, do you need cum like mad or did she do something extra when she made me nice and fertile?"

Damn. You don't recall putting your hand on your belly. You only notice it when you wonder how Trish could be rubbing your flat stomach like that when her arms are still bound to the headboard. Before things get much stranger you move along the edge of the mattress until you can find the headboard by feel. "I need you to nnnot fuck me" you say as you untie the scarf.

Thankfully Trish is worried enough about you (and drained enough from last night) that she starts mothering you. After a nice warm bath, an extensive back massage and some coffee you start to feel human again. The need for cock is still there, you still don't feel like eating anything but cum, but at least you aren't sore.

Trish gets dressed in some comfortable and loose clothes and looks at you carefully. "So first thing's first. Time you get you outside."

"Huh?"

"You. Your hot little ass. Out that door." She starts picking out clothes for you and getting you dressed. "Got to get you out there so you can see some guys. Big lumberjack dudes, male models, clean shaven guys in business suits. Gotta see if you start to get horny."

"Why?"

Trish gives you a tender kiss. "To see if you're **** for any old cum or if it's just my cream that makes you tremble." She finishes getting you dressed and thankfully, for once, she picked something that's plain and comfortable. It still has a skirt, mind you. But it's a long, pleated skirt. The sweater is a nice touch, tight and warm. It makes you feel all bundled up and secure. When Trish puts an arm around you it makes you want to curl up and cuddle for the rest of the day.

"Thanks Trish. You're so good to me."

She hugs you closer and kisses you on the top of your head. "How do you always pick things to say that make me cry. You might be addicted cause of my cum, you're definitely preggers cause of my cum and you say I'm good to you?"

You squeeze her tight and mumble "Well I'm not taking it back." And deep down you recognize just how true that is. "Trish, this isn't the cum or whatever. This is me. I... wouldn't trade this for anything, I love you."

Trish tries to say something about ninjas and onions, but she's way too busy trying not to soak everything with mascara laced tears.

"Of course I wouldn't mind getting my cock back just for a little bit."

"Heh, yeah. <Sniff>" After Trish fixes her makeup and does some minor touch-ups on yours, she pulls you up and leads you out the door. She packs all your various clothes into the car and turns in the room keys. All the while you just sit there in the passenger seat, feeling like a lump of lead.

"Okay, first stop is a little spot I know that makes killer chicken soup. That's always good for you. After that lets find some place for you to gawk at hot dudes. Then I guess we... ah fuck, then we wing it."

Trish reaches over and gives your belly a little rub before she drives off. Before now you would have been a little ticked off, but now it feels like you've made peace with yourself. You're pregnant, nothing's going to change that. But the baby's dad loves you. Maybe after the baby you can figure some other things out, but right now the most important thing in your life is Trish and your baby. When you hit the first red light you tug on Trish's hand and hold it firmly against your tummy.