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Taking breaks only for catnaps and the occasional snack break you and Trish fuck up a storm. She shows you all she knows, hour after hour. Trish is more sturdily built than your feminine form and boy does it show. When you're too tired to continue she lets you 'rest' by slowly eating you out. You lose track of time completely, moving from place to place and position to position in a haze. Sex standing against a wall, from behind, cowgirl, sex in the shower, a titjob and anal - of course!

You also give your first blowjob, which Trish seems to enjoy immensely and which you - surprisingly - don't mind at all. You have to fight your gag reflex, which turns out to be surprisingly weak, but Trish loves that you'd even try to take her hefty rod on your first date. When your reply is, "Oh, I'm not supposed to do that yet? Is that fourth base?" Trish just growls and says, "No, here, let me show you a home run again."

Neither of you can help yourselves. You've had more sex - hot, mind-blowing sex - in a few hours than in your entire life as a man. In one night you've probably cum over a dozen times and Trish, while far behind you on that score, is still so drained that she starts complaining that her balls hurt. When the two of you call it you can tell by the purple light coming in under the curtains that you've gone all through the night and part way into morning.

You both reek of sex - Trish forces you to your feet for a quick second shower so that you won't stick to the bed sheets. You're half awake, lovely hot water rolling down your shoulders and over your breasts. Trish is taking care of everything. Using peach scented shampoo you'd never have been caught dead with, applying a conditioner, soaping you up with some kind of body wash - aloe, if you're not mistaken - and washing you down. All of this is done slowly, sensually, like she's taking care of a delicate antique. It feels so good just letting yourself go in Trish's capable hands.

Once you're done she plants you in the corner and starts washing herself in a more manly way - just get the stuff on, get it off, get on with it. Only when she sees you watching through half-closed eyes does she start cleaning herself more seductively. You didn't think you could possibly need more sex - it's got to be this curse! You're wondering if you should just lean forward and suck on that meaty pole again when both of you hear a door open downstairs.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" is Trish's helpful comment.