We were out of milk in the dorm room refrigerator and it was way too late to go out to buy more. Plus, I was busy. This boy I'd been eyeing for what seemed like weeks had finally plucked up the courage to say hello the week before, he asked me out on one date, I asked him out for a second, a third one quickly followed and well, here we were, back in my room with my room mate away for the weekend and not a soul to disturb us.
I have a rule. I'll kiss and cuddle and maybe pet on the first couple of dates, but that's all. Make it to the third date, though, and anything goes. And it did. We'd already fucked twice when we broke for refreshments, and I don't know why I wanted coffee so bad, but I did. So I spooned out a couple of cups of Folgers... precious cups, because we were low on coffee as well... boiled the water, filled the mugs, and then opened the fridge and disaster. No milk, no half and half, not even any of that revolting powdered stuff that you drop into the coffee and stir, and it looks like you've just dumped... but no, let's not go there yet.
"we'll have to drink it black," I said, and I put the cups on the low table beside the bed - then forgot about them as I noticed him rising once again. For the third time in an hour - boy, I love 21 year olds! And he'd had his fun, so now it was time to have mine... I love screwing as much as the next girl, but what I really love is - I read some place that Marilyn Monroe's favourite sexual act was fellatio. Well guess what? I did a Facebook quiz a few days back, "which pin-up are you?", and I turned up as Marilyn Yum.
He tasted great, and not only because he was still smeared in my pussy juices. He tasted great because he was young and strong and healthy and cute, and he was so into me that I couldn't help get him really into me, as deep as I could and then some. I hate watching those porn films where the girl deep throats and starts to make noises like she's going to be sick. Do it right and it slips in like butter, and that's exactly what he did. My nose was on his balls, and I wanted to suck them as well, although that would have meant me letting his cock go and I had no intention of that. I licked and bit and spat and sucked, and I knew he wasn't going to last much longer. What I didn't know was that the next time I moved my head back, just to give my jaw a tiny rest, was the moment he'd choose to do it, a sudden jerk and then an arc of come that... and I swear I'm not exaggerating here... flew straight over my back, and splashed down into one of the coffee cups on the table. Yeah, remember the coffee cups?
He gasped, I laughed, and when I looked in the mug... well, you know when I started to say what non-dairy creamer looks like? Well, there's your answer. It looks like you've just dumped a great load of come in it. And guess what? It tastes like that as well. Believe me, I know....
