AMY'S PATH Pt 2 By S.S.
Hey, it's Amy again. You might remember me from part 1 of my story, where I took a huge wad of my husband's saved-up, frozen cum, gave myself a creampie, and play-acted to him that it was from our neighbor Bob. He licked it all out of me, but got a little too excited on his own to enjoy sloppy seconds. I made him lick me again, and had a hell of an orgasm, but it just wasn't the same as getting fucked by him. I guess I was still feeling a little slighted, so let me tell you what I did last night to "get even"...
My friend Jessica had recently separated from her husband of seven years, and it looked like divorce was imminent. I got together with a few of our mutual female friends and decided to try to get Jessica's mind of things with a girls' night out. And what better place to have one of those for a soon-to-be-single friend than at "The Garage," the local male strip club? I'd been taken there for my bachelorette party, so it had been a few years, but I was certainly up for an excuse to go again.
It had been two weeks since our first try with the creampie, and we'd since saved up another cup of his frozen semen. I was currently in the fertile time of my cycle, but since we use the freezing/reheating method with Jay's sperm, I wasn't worried at all about pregnancy. I figured that girls' night out at the strip club would get me feeling pretty horny, and I'd be ready to give Jay another "taste" when I got home. A perfect opportunity! I made sure to let Jay watch me primp and ready myself for the night. I did a full shave (legs, crotch, everything), and got dressed up in one of his favorite outfits - tiny green tube top (no bra needed), denim micro skirt, tiny white thong panties, and platform cork wedge heels. The green top set off my red hair, and my C-cup boobs stretched the fabric out so much that in certain light, my nipples were easily visible. Between that, the skirt that barely came past my crotch, and my green-painted toenails, I looked like an outright slut. Jay could hardly keep his hands off me! I told him to be a good boy while I was gone, and I might have a "surprise" for him when I got home.
The girls pulled up in the driveway and honked, so I quickly ran into the kitchen, grabbed the cup of frozen semen from the freezer and popped it into my purse, and I was off! I figured that it would have enough time in my purse while we were out to thaw and for the sperm to all die out.
Given the purpose of the night, I have to say that all of us were dressed pretty slutty! All our skirts were tiny, and I don't think there was a single bra to be found, even on Leslie's D-sized rack! Jessica, the guest of honor, had decided to go without panties, "in her soon-to-be ex-husband's honor!" Mary had brought a flask of tequila, and we did nips as we drove, so that everyone except Lana (our designated driver) was already buzzed by the time we pulled up to The Garage.
I'd been stuck in the middle of the back seat, crammed between Jessica and Mary, so I was the last one out of the car. As I did, my purse caught on the seat belt, and my container of frozen semen went tumbling out! It landed on the ground, popped open, and the frozen stuff came flying out and rolled under the car. Dammit! At least none of the girls had noticed, but now I wouldn't be able to play the creampie game with Jay when I got home. Well, at least he'd still be turned on by my outfit...
We headed inside, past the huge shirtless black doorman, and found seats near the stage. We were definitely the hottest chicks in the place, if I don't say so myself. Lots of older housewife types, and a few obvious bachelorette parties with giggling teeny-boppers. We ordered a round of drinks and handed Jessica a stack of singles.
We proceeded to get more and more ***** as the night went on, and the hunky strippers gave us more and more attention - I'm sure our skimpy outfits had a lot to do with that. Jessica had been tucking dollars into the onstage dancers' outfits and thongs all night, and had been rewarded many times with the quick flash of a nice big cock, as a dancer's thong was momentarily pulled aside. And we noticed that she'd given her own share of pantyless flashes toward the stage as well!
A little after midnight, I gathered some cash from the girls and we announced that we were buying Jessica a half hour lap dance in the champagne room with the dancer of her choice. She drunkenly agreed, but only if one of us accompanied her - she was scared to be alone with one of these muscled studs! We looked around at each other, and I reluctantly raised my hand. The girls all cheered us, and Jessica pointed toward her choice - a six-foot-six chiseled guy who danced under the name "Andre." We'd all definitely noticed that he had one of the biggest crotch bulges on the place, and had even been treated to a couple peeks at it when he was on stage. It wasn't even hard, and had to be eight inches long!
I found him near the bar, told him we were "hiring" him for our friend, and the three of us headed back to the champagne room.
It was a large room with lots of alcoves, dimly lit, and a low leather couch in each alcove. As far as I could tell, we were the only ones in there. Jessica and I plopped down next to each other on a couch at the opposite side of the room from the door, and Andre started to gyrate in front of us.
Jessica was totally wasted, and I was pretty ***** myself. She sat mesmerized by the enormous bulge in his thong, and as she slouched down further on the leather couch, her skirt rode up and exposed her pantyless (and shaven) crotch to me and Andre. He moved in close to her, took her hand in his, and guided it to his thong. She got the hint, and hooking it with her finger, dragged it down to his knees and he stepped out of it. His huge veined cock dangled, semi-erect, inches from Jessica's face.
Jessica stared at it dreamily, and I eased my hand up my skirt to rub my clit. The sight of my friend so close to this huge and rapidly-hardening cock was turning me on. Then, with her eyes half closed, she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip in a playful way, like she was flirting with it. Andre grinned, and moved it in closer for her. Seeing his reaction, she leaned over and let the head of his now hard ten inch cock rest on her tongue.
"Ohh, baby," Andre cooed, "that's the best tip I've had all night!"
"Me too," slurred Jessica, and I couldn't believe it as I watched my friend proceed to wrap her small hand around that massive tool and feed it into her waiting mouth. She slouched down even lower on the couch, pushing her skirt up around her waist. Andre took advantage of her lack of panties and starting lightly fingering her exposed pussy, looking over to me to gauge my reaction. He noticed my hand up my skirt, gave me a wink, and continued to finger Jessica's wet cunt.
After a few minutes of this, Andre said, "Where are my manners? This dance is for you, after all." Jessica looked at him questioningly, and he suddenly got down on his knees and moved his face toward her lap. She caught on immediately and spread her legs wide, letting him crawl between them. His large tongue came out and flicked her clit. By this time, I'd moved my thong aside a little and had two fingers up inside my dripping hole as well. Jessica leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned as Andre's mouth went to work on her pussy. His tongue thrust deep between her labia as I watched, and a part of me wished I was the one getting the attention. He held her thighs wide with his hands, and Jessica's hips thrust back at his probing tongue. If I'd been more sober, I'd have probably been outraged at the liberties being taken with my friend, but in my current state, it just made me hornier.
Andre had moved one hand down to stroke his big rod as he kept tonguing her, and I could see a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip in the dim light of the champagne room. 'Oh my god,' I thought, 'He's going to fuck her, right here, and we're going to let him.' But I rationalized that with her disastrous marital situation, it might not be such a bad thing.
He stopped licking her, knelt up, and moved closer between her legs. But Jessica's head didn't move. It was still leaned back, her eyes closed. She'd completely passed out!
Andre knelt there, throbbing erection in hand, and looked over at me. Poor guy, what a predicament! Seeing the look on his face, I felt so sorry for him. And there I was, left hand thrusting up under my skirt, wedding ring in plain view.
I thought of my husband's fantasy world of cheating wives, bulls, creampie eating, and how much he got off on it all. And I looked at that massive ten inch cock, raring to go and about to get blue balls thanks to my ***** friend. Something clicked inside, and before I knew it, I was motioning Andre over to me. He walked over on his knees, cock still in hand. I spread my legs wide for him, and he hiked up my skirt. The front of my thong was so soaked with my juices that it was virtually transparent, revealing my shaved pussy beneath.
I whispered, "The dance was for her, but I was the one buying," and winked at him. He grinned from ear to ear, and let go of his cock. It plopped down on top of my thong, just resting there and throbbing. Another big drop of pre-cum dripped down from the pee hole and onto my panties, immediately absorbing into my own wetness there.
"Look," I said, "I'm married, and I'm not into screwing around. But my friend got you like this, and I'll do my best to help." With that, I moved the thong aside, revealing my shaved snatch, and put my two fingers back in my slick hole, thrusting in and out a couple times. Andre touched my clit with the tip of his cock, wetting it with pre-cum, and started stroking himself. We both increased tempo, and Andre was sliding his massive tool up and down my pussy lips, using my juices and sweat for lubrication. I didn't want him to enter me, but I had decided that as payment for my husband's quick climax last time (and since I'd dropped his frozen semen!), that Jay would be getting a frosted pussy from another guy tonight, for real! I'd just keep twisting my hips to keep Andre from actually entering me, and he'd eventually just cum on my pussy lips.
His big dong kept sliding up and down my pussy, and I was on fire! But I managed to keep him there, even though he kept shooting me the 'you naughty girl' look. Even if I'd wanted to, I knew I couldn't let him actually fuck me - there was no birth control of any sort in use here, and I was in my fertile time.
Thinking of having my pussy covered in a stranger's semen, and then having my deserving hubby lick it off later - would I tell him? - started to send me over the edge. I started moaning, and this sent Andre into his climax as well. A huge spurt of cum shot from his cock, drilling my poor swollen clit and covering it in goo. Then with a quick pull, he aimed his big jizzing tool up toward my face, probably hoping to give me a nice juicy porno facial. Not wanting to leave the room with my makeup ruined and my face covered in semen, I opened my mouth wide and caught the next ropey spurt, and the next, and the next. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to keep it all in there without drooling or swallowing, but the spray finally died down, and I sat there with an open mouthful of the big black dancer's semen. He playfully wiped his cockhead on my cheek, leaving a warm wet smear.
I'm sure he expected me to swallow it all down in front of him, but I remembered my game with Jay, and my current lack of frozen semen. And here I was with a full mouthful! Now, how exactly would I turn this around? Ah yes.
I spat a bit of his cum into my palm, and spreading my pussy lips with my other hand, pushed it up inside my hole. It felt so slick and warm sliding up into me, much better than my husband's thawed out stuff. But I hoped that having it in my mouth first would decrease its potency and keep me from getting knocked up, especially since I couldn't put it up very far inside my womb. I kept it up, transferring Andre's fresh baby batter into my waiting hole, saving it all for my husband's consumption. Andre just watched with his mouth agape and his spent cock bobbing. Once my mouth was empty and my pussy full, I replaced my thong to the side to hold as much as I could inside.
'Well,' I thought to myself, 'It looks like Jay is going to get his wish tonight, and he'll only know if I tell him. Or will he...?'
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Hey, it's Amy again. You might remember me from part 1 of my story, where I took a huge wad of my husband's saved-up, frozen cum, gave myself a creampie, and play-acted to him that it was from our neighbor Bob. He licked it all out of me, but got a little too excited on his own to enjoy sloppy seconds. I made him lick me again, and had a hell of an orgasm, but it just wasn't the same as getting fucked by him. I guess I was still feeling a little slighted, so let me tell you what I did last night to "get even"...
My friend Jessica had recently separated from her husband of seven years, and it looked like divorce was imminent. I got together with a few of our mutual female friends and decided to try to get Jessica's mind of things with a girls' night out. And what better place to have one of those for a soon-to-be-single friend than at "The Garage," the local male strip club? I'd been taken there for my bachelorette party, so it had been a few years, but I was certainly up for an excuse to go again.
It had been two weeks since our first try with the creampie, and we'd since saved up another cup of his frozen semen. I was currently in the fertile time of my cycle, but since we use the freezing/reheating method with Jay's sperm, I wasn't worried at all about pregnancy. I figured that girls' night out at the strip club would get me feeling pretty horny, and I'd be ready to give Jay another "taste" when I got home. A perfect opportunity! I made sure to let Jay watch me primp and ready myself for the night. I did a full shave (legs, crotch, everything), and got dressed up in one of his favorite outfits - tiny green tube top (no bra needed), denim micro skirt, tiny white thong panties, and platform cork wedge heels. The green top set off my red hair, and my C-cup boobs stretched the fabric out so much that in certain light, my nipples were easily visible. Between that, the skirt that barely came past my crotch, and my green-painted toenails, I looked like an outright slut. Jay could hardly keep his hands off me! I told him to be a good boy while I was gone, and I might have a "surprise" for him when I got home.
The girls pulled up in the driveway and honked, so I quickly ran into the kitchen, grabbed the cup of frozen semen from the freezer and popped it into my purse, and I was off! I figured that it would have enough time in my purse while we were out to thaw and for the sperm to all die out.
Given the purpose of the night, I have to say that all of us were dressed pretty slutty! All our skirts were tiny, and I don't think there was a single bra to be found, even on Leslie's D-sized rack! Jessica, the guest of honor, had decided to go without panties, "in her soon-to-be ex-husband's honor!" Mary had brought a flask of tequila, and we did nips as we drove, so that everyone except Lana (our designated driver) was already buzzed by the time we pulled up to The Garage.
I'd been stuck in the middle of the back seat, crammed between Jessica and Mary, so I was the last one out of the car. As I did, my purse caught on the seat belt, and my container of frozen semen went tumbling out! It landed on the ground, popped open, and the frozen stuff came flying out and rolled under the car. Dammit! At least none of the girls had noticed, but now I wouldn't be able to play the creampie game with Jay when I got home. Well, at least he'd still be turned on by my outfit...
We headed inside, past the huge shirtless black doorman, and found seats near the stage. We were definitely the hottest chicks in the place, if I don't say so myself. Lots of older housewife types, and a few obvious bachelorette parties with giggling teeny-boppers. We ordered a round of drinks and handed Jessica a stack of singles.
We proceeded to get more and more ***** as the night went on, and the hunky strippers gave us more and more attention - I'm sure our skimpy outfits had a lot to do with that. Jessica had been tucking dollars into the onstage dancers' outfits and thongs all night, and had been rewarded many times with the quick flash of a nice big cock, as a dancer's thong was momentarily pulled aside. And we noticed that she'd given her own share of pantyless flashes toward the stage as well!
A little after midnight, I gathered some cash from the girls and we announced that we were buying Jessica a half hour lap dance in the champagne room with the dancer of her choice. She drunkenly agreed, but only if one of us accompanied her - she was scared to be alone with one of these muscled studs! We looked around at each other, and I reluctantly raised my hand. The girls all cheered us, and Jessica pointed toward her choice - a six-foot-six chiseled guy who danced under the name "Andre." We'd all definitely noticed that he had one of the biggest crotch bulges on the place, and had even been treated to a couple peeks at it when he was on stage. It wasn't even hard, and had to be eight inches long!
I found him near the bar, told him we were "hiring" him for our friend, and the three of us headed back to the champagne room.
It was a large room with lots of alcoves, dimly lit, and a low leather couch in each alcove. As far as I could tell, we were the only ones in there. Jessica and I plopped down next to each other on a couch at the opposite side of the room from the door, and Andre started to gyrate in front of us.
Jessica was totally wasted, and I was pretty ***** myself. She sat mesmerized by the enormous bulge in his thong, and as she slouched down further on the leather couch, her skirt rode up and exposed her pantyless (and shaven) crotch to me and Andre. He moved in close to her, took her hand in his, and guided it to his thong. She got the hint, and hooking it with her finger, dragged it down to his knees and he stepped out of it. His huge veined cock dangled, semi-erect, inches from Jessica's face.
Jessica stared at it dreamily, and I eased my hand up my skirt to rub my clit. The sight of my friend so close to this huge and rapidly-hardening cock was turning me on. Then, with her eyes half closed, she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip in a playful way, like she was flirting with it. Andre grinned, and moved it in closer for her. Seeing his reaction, she leaned over and let the head of his now hard ten inch cock rest on her tongue.
"Ohh, baby," Andre cooed, "that's the best tip I've had all night!"
"Me too," slurred Jessica, and I couldn't believe it as I watched my friend proceed to wrap her small hand around that massive tool and feed it into her waiting mouth. She slouched down even lower on the couch, pushing her skirt up around her waist. Andre took advantage of her lack of panties and starting lightly fingering her exposed pussy, looking over to me to gauge my reaction. He noticed my hand up my skirt, gave me a wink, and continued to finger Jessica's wet cunt.
After a few minutes of this, Andre said, "Where are my manners? This dance is for you, after all." Jessica looked at him questioningly, and he suddenly got down on his knees and moved his face toward her lap. She caught on immediately and spread her legs wide, letting him crawl between them. His large tongue came out and flicked her clit. By this time, I'd moved my thong aside a little and had two fingers up inside my dripping hole as well. Jessica leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned as Andre's mouth went to work on her pussy. His tongue thrust deep between her labia as I watched, and a part of me wished I was the one getting the attention. He held her thighs wide with his hands, and Jessica's hips thrust back at his probing tongue. If I'd been more sober, I'd have probably been outraged at the liberties being taken with my friend, but in my current state, it just made me hornier.
Andre had moved one hand down to stroke his big rod as he kept tonguing her, and I could see a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip in the dim light of the champagne room. 'Oh my god,' I thought, 'He's going to fuck her, right here, and we're going to let him.' But I rationalized that with her disastrous marital situation, it might not be such a bad thing.
He stopped licking her, knelt up, and moved closer between her legs. But Jessica's head didn't move. It was still leaned back, her eyes closed. She'd completely passed out!
Andre knelt there, throbbing erection in hand, and looked over at me. Poor guy, what a predicament! Seeing the look on his face, I felt so sorry for him. And there I was, left hand thrusting up under my skirt, wedding ring in plain view.
I thought of my husband's fantasy world of cheating wives, bulls, creampie eating, and how much he got off on it all. And I looked at that massive ten inch cock, raring to go and about to get blue balls thanks to my ***** friend. Something clicked inside, and before I knew it, I was motioning Andre over to me. He walked over on his knees, cock still in hand. I spread my legs wide for him, and he hiked up my skirt. The front of my thong was so soaked with my juices that it was virtually transparent, revealing my shaved pussy beneath.
I whispered, "The dance was for her, but I was the one buying," and winked at him. He grinned from ear to ear, and let go of his cock. It plopped down on top of my thong, just resting there and throbbing. Another big drop of pre-cum dripped down from the pee hole and onto my panties, immediately absorbing into my own wetness there.
"Look," I said, "I'm married, and I'm not into screwing around. But my friend got you like this, and I'll do my best to help." With that, I moved the thong aside, revealing my shaved snatch, and put my two fingers back in my slick hole, thrusting in and out a couple times. Andre touched my clit with the tip of his cock, wetting it with pre-cum, and started stroking himself. We both increased tempo, and Andre was sliding his massive tool up and down my pussy lips, using my juices and sweat for lubrication. I didn't want him to enter me, but I had decided that as payment for my husband's quick climax last time (and since I'd dropped his frozen semen!), that Jay would be getting a frosted pussy from another guy tonight, for real! I'd just keep twisting my hips to keep Andre from actually entering me, and he'd eventually just cum on my pussy lips.
His big dong kept sliding up and down my pussy, and I was on fire! But I managed to keep him there, even though he kept shooting me the 'you naughty girl' look. Even if I'd wanted to, I knew I couldn't let him actually fuck me - there was no birth control of any sort in use here, and I was in my fertile time.
Thinking of having my pussy covered in a stranger's semen, and then having my deserving hubby lick it off later - would I tell him? - started to send me over the edge. I started moaning, and this sent Andre into his climax as well. A huge spurt of cum shot from his cock, drilling my poor swollen clit and covering it in goo. Then with a quick pull, he aimed his big jizzing tool up toward my face, probably hoping to give me a nice juicy porno facial. Not wanting to leave the room with my makeup ruined and my face covered in semen, I opened my mouth wide and caught the next ropey spurt, and the next, and the next. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to keep it all in there without drooling or swallowing, but the spray finally died down, and I sat there with an open mouthful of the big black dancer's semen. He playfully wiped his cockhead on my cheek, leaving a warm wet smear.
I'm sure he expected me to swallow it all down in front of him, but I remembered my game with Jay, and my current lack of frozen semen. And here I was with a full mouthful! Now, how exactly would I turn this around? Ah yes.
I spat a bit of his cum into my palm, and spreading my pussy lips with my other hand, pushed it up inside my hole. It felt so slick and warm sliding up into me, much better than my husband's thawed out stuff. But I hoped that having it in my mouth first would decrease its potency and keep me from getting knocked up, especially since I couldn't put it up very far inside my womb. I kept it up, transferring Andre's fresh baby batter into my waiting hole, saving it all for my husband's consumption. Andre just watched with his mouth agape and his spent cock bobbing. Once my mouth was empty and my pussy full, I replaced my thong to the side to hold as much as I could inside.
'Well,' I thought to myself, 'It looks like Jay is going to get his wish tonight, and he'll only know if I tell him. Or will he...?'
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