Sticky. It will be a sticky day

Many hours later, you slowly part your eyes and take in the view of the morning sun shining brightly into your room. Upon trying to move however, you feel a stinging sensation somewhere in your groin, and after your immediate confusion you raise the bed covers to see a pair of somewhat red, pretty angry looking pussy lips still stretched around the base of a very girthy dick. Oh, right. It was pretty natural you figure, so much tension all night long must've roughened them up quite a bit! Oh well, they will recover. You also notice the same kind of pungent scent that you smelled the first time around, maybe it's because with condoms you usually only notice the latex stench? Therefore skipping the rubber means you notice the actual scent of sex? Probably.

As you take a closer look, you see that the bloated rim of his cockhead must've scraped a pretty decent amount of your juices out of you while you slept, there were dried spots of goo all over your pubic mound and running down your lower thigh. Neat. Considering you had problems getting wet for most of your life, it was nice to see that your vagina finally learned to do its job correctly! Hell, even now you felt pretty slippery on the inside.

"Nnnh..." you hear Dennis yawning in his sleep just behind you, which put a pretty sudden stop to your moment of self-reflection. His hands were wandering down to your wide hips and taking a good grip as he began lazily trying to push a little deeper into you. Poor guy must have some kind of wet dream you figure. He pushes his crotch firmly right up against your butt cheeks with an audible squelch from your defeated pussy, before drawing back and giving you another push. After the third one, he pauses and exhales slowly before resting once again. It was kind of cute to see him so easily soothing himself like that.

Unfortunately that calming moment faded away rapidly maybe a minute later as you began feeling a trickle leaking out of your womanhood and oozing past your crotch, down your thigh and finally onto the bed. You quickly grab a tissue to manage the flow, only to notice that your juices looked a little... different. Mostly translucent, some cloudy bits, and a yellow tint to it all. It also felt a lot more gooey and slimey as you dipped your fingertip into it. Pretty strange, perhaps it's something to ask Gwen about.

In the meantime, Dennis began to wake up with a masculine sigh. "Mmmm. Slept like a baby." He's moving his hips back right after, until his baby maker audibly slipped out of the vaccuum that your pussy had created. You instantly felt like you had to pee, and rush a hand down to cup your womanhood tightly to avoid making a mess. "It's kinda wet down there," he pointed out, but before he could add anything you quickly interrupt him.

"Yeah I know, I guess I got a little too excited. Lemme take care of this," you suggest and get up, walking a little funny as you leave the room and enter the nearby bathroom to follow the other advice your sister had given you. Wriggling your bum cutely, you settle on the toilet seat and remove your hand, only to feel a sudden gush of fluids escaping your puffy slit. That didn't feel right. It's even more gross as you look down, little bits of white goo clinging to your slightly gaping opening. "Eww," you remark before grabbing a towel to wipe it off your crotch. After getting back up and holding the towel under warm water for a moment, you also wipe away all other remaining traces and remnants until your little pussy looked pristine once again. Perfect! Now that you're all clean again, you didn't even have an urge to figure out what it was. Your lady bits were in the business of creating all kinds of fluids ever since you hit puberty, this wasn't anything too unusual.

As you leave the bathroom, you can see Gwen standing against her doorway with a vile smirk on her face while watching you. "See, told ya." Arrrgh. The nerves on that girl.

Gwen continued waiting until you slipped back into your bedroom to presumably join your boyfriend once again before she entered the bathroom with a little cotton swab in her hand. What she was looking for was still there on the toilet seat, a milky drop of goo that had been spilled. She quickly gathered it on the swab. Just as sneaky as before she quietly returned to her room, where she separated the fluid from the cotton to analyze it under a microscope, taking full advantage of her equipment from med school to sate her odd curiosity. It took her half an hour, but she eventually had gathered enough data to write it down on paper and compare it with information from her laptop. In her feminine, cursive handwriting Gwen noted 'Sperm motility 143% above average, Sperm count 197% above average.'

"Now would you look at that. Oh, oh. He's definitely not going to need a whole year to get the job done with those numbers. Somebody is gonna be a mommy real soon if nobody warns her," Gwen muses briefly before grabbing her note, crumbling it into a small ball and accurately tossing it into the trash bin, blissfully unaware that it wasn't Alex who was doing the deed. It only takes a few minutes before she can hear a squeaking bed in the adjacent room. "Good girl."