Nope!

Trish rocks her hips, trying to get her staff inside you, but you've positioned yourself so that her red hot manhood can't invade your body. Not without your help. When she realizes it she whines like a scolded puppy. "Come on Jane. Oh - you know I need you bad!"

All her rocking has aroused you, every time she moves fresh juices flow from your slit onto her shaft. You're barely hanging on in the face of the boiling lust running through your slender frame. "N... No Trish. I... want to talk!" you tell her, forcing yourself to scoot back, away from the pleasure, till your bottom is resting between her knees.

You thought she was whining before. Trish tries desperately to inch her butt and her cock down the bed toward you. "Jane, Jane - I love you, you know I love you! You're the most perfect girl. Mmmm." You hear the headboard creak as she hits the limit of the scarf. "Errgh. Even if you're fucking torturing me!"

You give her shaft a little stroke, as much to sate your lust as hers. Trish's hips buck hard enough that she spears her cock between your fingers and your thumb. With a grin you just wrap your hand around her meat and let Trish's overeager hips do the rest. She pants and groans and begs for your pussy, but soon enough she cums. You aim her dick up, making sure the sticky mess lands on her rather than you.

Panting and totally worn out Trish tries to look at you over her semen coated breasts. "Ffff. Fuck! Why Jane?"

Of course that display has your heart thumping. Unable to resist her cock any longer you scoot forward again and eagerly press your steaming sex against the underside of Trish's softening cock. She looks on in awe as you grind yourself to orgasm. Finally you topple over backward as your body seizes and you see stars.

"Are you okay?" Both of you said it at once and neither of you can help but giggle. At last your mind is clear, or clear enough, so you decide to tell her what's been worrying you. "Sorry Trish, that got out of hand. But, um, the thing is... I just don't know how I feel about... er." Damn, that sounded better in your head.

"You think I'm going to sleep with other girls and forget about you?"

"Um, yeah."

Trish tries to sit up as much as possible. "Jane, you're so wrong. You are very special to me. You were even special before I found out you were carrying my baby. You're, like, the ultimate keeper."

That leaves you sniffing back tears. "But you want to sleep with other girls. If I'm your girlfriend..."

"I seem to remember you were pretty OK with the plan back when you thought you were going to turn back into a guy."

"Ah, well I..." you stammer. Oh. Right. Yeah, you kind of did want that.

Trish sees the look on your face. It probably looks like you just swerved to avoid an 18 wheeler on the highway. She makes it even harder for you by sliding her leg up and down your side. Ever so innocently she asks "Sooo it's OK for you to have a little harem, but it's bad when I want it?"

You're sure you've gone crimson. That's the only explanation for the hot feeling in your cheeks and the mad grin on Trish's face. "Oh babe I understand. I know how you probably feel. But you know you want to see those bitches broken on my babymaker. Don't you? I mean as a man you want some **** on them. As a woman, well women love seeing other girls get taken down a peg, don't they?"

You actually feel your clit getting tingly. For both reasons. It's hard to argue with her. You take hold of Trish's foot and start massaging it, getting a murmur of approval. She doesn't bother saying anything more, she just leaves you to stew in your own thoughts. Thoughts which now revolve around sex. Quite a few involve Trish's cock or your fingers teasing the depths of one or more girl's intimate folds.

"Okay" you say, finally breaking the silence. "But I get to approve the girls." Trish gives you the big puppy dog eyes. "Like it really matters, given the way you can beg and tease."

"Mmmm yeah," she replies, weakly trying to pull your waist towards her with her toes. "And fair's fair. If we ever find a way to get you a cock, maybe some kind of werecock or something, then you get to bang those bitches too."

You give her a grin and begin working her shaft again. "Werecock? Really? God above, you're such a temptress Trish!"

"Ohhh! Look who's talking."