Sex, sex and an important question

Despite the fact that both of you feel stuffed to the gills after your meal Trish wastes no time. You've barely seated yourself in her car when she gently takes hold of your chin and turns your head towards her own. You can still taste the soy sauce on her lips as she thrusts her tongue into your mouth. And you need this! However horny your girlfriend is you're even more eager.

As she peels out of the parking lot you pop open her fly and start teasing her, rubbing her manhood and distracting her as she beelines it for the motel she rented earlier. Before you get there Trish starts moaning and gasping. She begins pleading - "Please, just... Oh fuck, Jane you're gonna make me... ah!" You give her a big smile as you feel the hot, wet cum bubble from her cock. Even though it means you won't get to suck this load into one of your holes it gives you enormous pride and pleasure knowing you can coax your girlfriend to cum like that with just your fingers.

Once you're inside the motel room Trish quickly strips off her jeans and her panties. She holds up her soaking underwear and says "See what you've done?"

You give her a big hug and a kiss, then tell her "See what I have to deal with every day? You're always filling me up with so much sperm - you think it doesn't make a mess down here?" You grab her hand and push it through the slit in your skirt, planting it on your mons. Trish grins wolfishly and rubs your pussy hard, not bothering to get you out of your clothes. She keeps it up until your knees go weak, then wraps her other arm around you for support. But she refuses to take you to bed. Instead, she forces you to orgasm, right there in the middle of a motel room. When you come down from your natural high you have to admit that fair's fair.

At last she begins undressing you. "Here, let me help you with all those naughty juices," she says, carrying you to the bathroom. She turns on the shower and you're so out of it you are shocked to find she's set it to ice cold. You do manage to hold back your scream, but you're not letting her get away with this - you drag her into the chilly water along with you. Trish lets out a girly scream that turns into a girly giggle, then she hugs you tight. The water may be cold, but each of you warms the other, and the long, slow romantic kiss she gives you warms you in ways mere body heat never could.

After the kiss you adjust the water so it's a little warmer. You end up lathering Trish's body and she yours. You each try to outdo the other, each trying to towel off the other more erotically, each trying to comb out the other's hair more seductively. Through it all there are so many little kisses, so many times when you press your breasts to her or Trish presses her breasts or cock against you. At last you're both clean and you feel excited, happy... in love. Yes, that fluttering feeling in your chest must be love.

You lead Trish back to bed, but the romance is spoiled slightly when you hear a sodden squelching noise and Trish grimaces. Looks like her foot landed squarely on those cum-soaked panties, discarded and forgotten so long ago. "Heh, I sure do make a mess, don't I?" she says as she tries to clean up the sticky mess between her toes.

"Yeah, I think you must pump out about twice what I used to."

"Figures, the witch must have made me more than just fertile. I've never needed to cum this often." She gives you another grin and strokes your hair. "Of course that's not going to be a problem just for you."

Ah yes, Trish's plan to knock up other girls who deserve it for being such little bitches. You still aren't entirely sure how you feel about that. You're feeling more clear-headed than you have in a while, but Trish's hand, now resting at your waist - just above your perky bum - is not making it easier to think.