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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Ho...)
The final week of rehearsals begin.
“Mark wants us to do triple rehearsals this week until Sunday, then the show goes on with a live audience on Tuesday,” Rachel tells you. “John agreed to it and is giving me off so we can rehearse.”
“Triple rehearsals? How does that work?”
“Well, first run through is between 8-11am, then lunch from 11-1pm. Second run through between 1-4, then dinner from 4-6, final run through 6-9pm. Focus sessions from 9-10 as needed.”
“Wow, what a schedule! It’s like I won’t see you until the show!”
“Sorry babe. We are so close to getting everything right. This will help a lot!”
Rachel starts the grueling schedule and you barely have time to talk until Friday morning.
“Ross, I have a confession to make. Please don’t be mad with me.”
“What is it, Rachel?”
“Well. I’ve been letting John put his cock inside my pussy the last two days, but he doesn’t cum or anything like that!” Rachel’s voice comes out pleadingly.
“You’ve been doing what! I thought you and John handled it!” You are getting worked up as you feel the heat rising in your cheeks, and curiously enough in your groin. You actually feel a semi forming between your legs.
“I’m so, so, so sorry Ross. Three days ago, I just lost my cool. We had been rubbing up against each other all day long for two days and I had a powerful orgasm as he was dry-humping me under covers during the first run through. I was so embarrassed because I cried out loudly as I came, panting and shaking. My pussy actually sprayed my juices all over John’s cock and balls. It took both of us by surprise.”
“So how did John’s cock end up inside your pussy?”
“Well, Mark liked it so much he told me the sex scenes all needed to be like that. So I said okay and was going to fake it, but I just couldn’t reproduce the same intensity as a real orgasm. Mark kept making me and John redo the sex scenes. Over and over again.”
“I still don’t understand how his cock ended up inside you.”
“We were both under a lot of pressure, so you understand, Ross. I decided to let John enter my pussy to see if it would help me have an orgasm like the one Mark was asking for.”
“Did it work?” Your anger is dissipating and being replaced by sexual curiosity. You can still feel your semi threatening to be full boner thinking about another man’s cock balls-deep inside your girlfriend’s unprotected pussy.
“It did. John was hesitant at first, but caved when I pressured him by saying the scene would be ruined if he didn’t do it. So the next scene he jammed his cock into me and we just rocked back and forth with him inside me. He wasn’t actually pumping in and out of me, Ross. I just needed the extra stimulation to have the orgasm, and boy did I orgasm. We rocked back and forth for the several minutes of the scene, then John pretended to cum and mashed his pelvis against me. I could feel his enormous cockhead pushing and rubbing against my womb and I had the most incredible orgasm of my life.”
“Uuhhhh. John didn’t actually cum in you, did he?”
“No. Thankfully he was able to just stay hard inside me as I came all over his cock. I could feel my pussy muscles gripping him. And I know he could feel it too because he was grunting over and over again. Mark loved it, so each of the sex scenes we have been putting his cock inside me and rocking out the orgasms. The scenes look so good. Mark actually made a video of each of the scenes and John and I are so hot in them. It looks like we are actually having sex!”
“Rachel! You are actually having sex! His cock is embedded balls-deep inside you for the entire scene!”
“Yeah. but he’s not actually fucking me. There’s no pumping in and out. Besides, it’s just acting. We’re not doing it out of lust or love, and you can’t blame our bodies for having natural reactions to a reproductive act…” Rachel kinda trails off as the impact of her words settles in on her.
“I’ll make sure he doesn’t cum inside me, okay? Please let me do this one thing? it’s only for the next four days, then the four weeks of the show.”
“Rachel, that means John will have his cock inside your pussy four times per show, six days a week for four weeks. Not to mention the triple rehearsals for the next four days. That makes-
(you do some math in your head) “-144 times that John’s cock will be inside your pussy with you having an orgasm on his deeply embedded cock each time. What are the chances he’s not going to shoot off inside you every time?”
“Ross. you make it sound like we are actually having sex over and over again. All that John and I do is pretend. He sticks it in, we rock back and forth, John pretends to cum inside me, and I cum for real. Scene over. Each sex scene is only like five to seven minutes. What could possibly happen without him pumping in and out of me? You go soft if you aren’t actively pumping into me when we have sex. John is probably the same way. In fact, if not for the newness of each other I’m sure John would have a hard time getting it up.”
What she is saying makes some sense and you have to concede that part to her. You make a decision to support her. “Okay Rachel. But you have to make sure he doesn’t cum into your pussy. I don’t like the idea of raising someone else’s baby!”
“Oh Ross! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Rachel hugs you tightly and gives you kisses all over. It progresses to light petting and soon you are on top of her, pumping in and out of her pussy like your life depends on it. Rachel doesn’t seem as into the sex as you, and you feel as if she’s faking her enthusiasm. It doesn’t slow you down though. With one final push and grunt, you fill her pussy with your jism. You squirt and squirt, the most you’ve ever cum before. Rachel has an actual orgasm when you cum. It is rare she orgasms from fucking so you feel proud. You roll off her in exhaustion, having done your duty to service your girlfriend thoroughly.
As the afterglow of sex ebbs away, you thank god you were born sterile. Not one active sperm cell produced, and you’ve had them check it once every year for the past five years. That’s your last thought as you drift off to sleep.
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