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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Ho...)
John feels a wave of release go through him as a pulse of sperm spits out of the head of his penis, into the welcoming belly of his employee. This time, with no latex barrier to get in the way. “Oh Rachel!” John groans, as a second pulse leaves still another big blob of seed in his employee’s body.
“I’m… ” John is about to say when you interject, “Going to cum? Remember when to pull out, John! After all, we want to be careful about making a baby, since Rachel is in the most fertile time of the month right now. So you be sure and do it right, John!”
“Oh my god John! I can feel your cock pulsing inside me! Your cock feels so warm and wet!”
A third contraction shakes John as he deposits one last pulse of sperm inside Rachel’s vagina. John gasps loudly and pulls his cock out of your girlfriend. His cock is still oozing thick white cum. A big glob of sperm slowly oozes out the tip, and onto your girlfriend’s flat, toned belly. One drop, then another, until there is a little pool of white, obscenely puddled in a depression in her downy blonde pubic hair… eventually flowing down her flat belly to form a thick white pool of cum in her belly button.
By the time John is done oozing cum, there is a half dollar sized pool of his cum on her belly, and a similar sized pool of thick white cum on her wispy blonde pubic hair, all connected by a snail trail of cum across her toned belly.
“I thought it would ‘spurt’ out, ” said Rachel, looking a bit disappointed at the gooey puddles on her belly and pubic hair.
“I guess you must have wrung him dry,” you say, trying to keep Rachel from thinking John might have left the real spurts inside her, instead of outside. There was so much sperm puddled on her to help alleviate any worry Rachel might have had about John having shot three huge spurts of cum directly at the dilated hole of her cervix.
“A guy just can’t ‘cum’ and ‘cum’ like a woman can. He’s only got so much,” you say.
True, but in these circumstances, very deceptive.
“Now let’s see what we can do, about this matter of you getting pregnant,” you continue, rummaging in a bag on the floor, out of sight of your girlfriend.
It’s amazing how two people can hear the same words, and get entirely different meanings. John heard you say you were doing something to get her pregnant, while Rachel heard you say you were doing something to keep her from being pregnant. Amazing.
“Found it!” you say triumphantly, holding up a plastic case.
“But Ross,” says Rachel, by now confused, “isn’t it a little late for that?”
You remove a pink rubber device, that John recognizes as a woman’s diaphragm. John seems as confused as your girlfriend.
“Not for what I have in mind,” you say.
Again, a different meaning to each person.
“First, let me wipe this off you,” you say, taking a plastic spoon from your bag of tricks, and scrape up the globs of cum on your girlfriend’s belly and shimmering blonde pubes. John’s jaw drops, as he watches what you do next. Calmly, you pour the puddle of cum into the cup of the diaphragm!
“Now where’s that ‘sperm jelly’?” You say, fumbling around until you find the six used condoms. John gasps in absolute admiration, for the way you have your girlfriend hearing one thing, while he hears just the opposite. What an incredibly devious man you are!
You milk every last drop of cum out of the condoms, smearing it all over the inside of the rubber cup. There is so much cum that it overflows.
“You want to make sure you cover every inch,” you tell both John and your girlfriend.
John still can’t believe that he is hearing and seeing what you are doing. John is transfixed, or maybe even hypnotized as he watches you carefully pick up the semen-filled diaphragm, curling it a little, remarking, “Mustn’t spill the ‘sperm jelly, ‘” and insert it into Rachel’s fertile pussy, pushing it home with a snap. Almost all the sperm John has ejaculated today is now trapped inside her vagina, soaking into the unsuspecting woman’s womb, behind the latex barrier. John is ready to cum again at just the thought. Too late now.
“Now,” you say, closing the plastic case with a snap, and putting it back in his bag, “we can give her a douche, without washing the sperm up. If you douche after being fucked, sometimes you’ll just wash the sperm up into your womb, instead of washing it out,” you explain. “Rachel’s got to go to work for you tomorrow John, and we don’t need her smelling like a whorehouse. So, we’ll douche her now, and she can just leave that diaphragm in for a couple of days to make sure. Rachel started ovulating this morning so she is most fertile right now.”
How you manage to say this with a straight face, you’ll never know. John is in too much of a state of disbelief and shock to even giggle at your double meanings. Not to mention, admiration.
Together, you and John untie Rachel. Now John is understanding why you had really wanted your overly trusting girlfriend tied up. You didn’t want Rachel to see what kind of “sperm jelly” really went into that rubber cup.)
You take Rachel into the bathroom, to watch (to make sure she doesn’t fiddle with her sperm-filled diaphragm) as you hand her the promised “douche” and an enema too, and have her take a shower, before you head home.
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