Interesting Ways To Eat Your Cum (Ice Cream BJ)

Does anyone have a story of being made to eat your own cum in an interesting or unusual way?

Back before Karin and I were married, She used to give me more free rein in our relationship, which has always been non-monogamous. She had taken my virginity when I was 18. But She didn’t want me to remain so inexperienced so She actively encouraged me to have other partners. That’s not the case anymore.

But in the Fall of 2011, when I was still 18 and had been with Karin for about eight months, I also had a part-time girlfriend, that Karin Herself had set me up with.

Jill was a shapely BBW, almost twice my weight at about 260 pounds, and taller than me at five feet ten. She would have been over six feet tall in heels, but rarely wore them. She was a still a junior in college and 23 years old due to taking two gap years instead of just one. Jill had natural auburn hair, wore glasses, and had the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. She was also bi, and willing to try anything either in or out of bed, despite her innocent girl-next-door appearance.

One cool Friday night in November, Jill and I were hanging out together at her dorm. Jill’s roommate had left for the weekend and wouldn’t be back until early Sunday evening, so Jill and I had the dorm to ourselves. She had no plans to go out and was alone, so she was just wearing her glasses and a semi-sheer pink nightie with just a pair of panties underneath. No bra, so I was able to see her wonderfully ample breasts.

I can’t remember what we were watching on TV, but Jill and I were cuddling together on the couch not long after I had arrived. She was eating chocolate ice cream, and rather quickly had eaten about a quarter of the 56-ounce tub.

I asked her for some ice cream but she didn’t want to share. I offered to go down on her for an hour if she would let me eat some of her ice cream but she rejected that offer too. Instead Jill told me to take off my pants and boxers, which I did.

Jill got down on her knees and put the tub of ice cream on the couch beside me. She took a big spoonful of it and put it in her mouth, then began to go down on me. It felt wonderful. She held the ice cream on her tongue and allowed the underside of my shaft to glide across the glob of ice cream as she clamped her lips tightly around my cock, all without spilling a drop of ice cream.

Once she had swallowed the ice cream that melted in her mouth, she took another big spoonful and repeated her pleasuring of my cock, again swallowing the ice cream as it melted without a bit of ice cream spilled.

Before taking another gigantic spoonful of ice cream into her wonderful mouth, Jill told me to let her know when I was getting close, so I wouldn’t cum in her mouth. I had done that numerous times before, usually followed by a cum kiss. Jill didn’t mind swallowing but preferred to make me swallow my own most of the time.

Hell, Jill had even allowed me let loose on her pretty face a handful of times, as long as I had agreed to lick her clean. I would always aim for her glasses, and sometimes she would lick one lens clean, and I’d lick the other and swallow before she would kiss me with the rest of my cum which I also swallowed. So I couldn’t figure out why she didn’t want me to cum in her mouth tonight.

After Jill had eaten more than a dozen spoonfuls of ice cream while continuing to go down on me, I was ready to cum and let Jill know. She removed her mouth from my cock, leaving it slick with melted ice cream, and told me to hold the ice cream tub, which I did. Jill finished me off by hand and made me cum into the half-eaten tub of ice cream.

Jill licked the remaining ice cream residue from my cock and her hand, before getting up from the floor and sitting next to me on the couch again, without saying a word. We kissed for a minute or two before she took the ice cream tub from me and spooned some of it out. She raised the spoon to her mouth, but instead of Jill eating the cum-glazed ice cream, fed it to me instead. I allowed the ice cream and my frozen cum to melt in my mouth and swallowed. The taste was surprisingly good.

Jill smiled as she continued to spoon-feed me the mixture of ice cream and cum, until there was no more of my cum left, only unspoiled ice cream. Jill continued to eat the rest of the ice cream without saying a word.

Jill smoked a cigarette after she polished off the chocolate ice cream, and only spoke after finishing her cigarette. She asked me if I’d ever ask her to share her ice cream again. Knowing how she would share it, I enthusiastically responded yes.

Jill got up and literally pulled me up off the couch and led me to the bedroom. She bent me over the side of her bed and told me not to move. I obeyed, anticipating what might come next and I was right. Jill slipped two well-lubricated gloved fingers into my ass, and my moan of pleasure let her know when she found my prostate.

Jill lubed my ass some more before grabbing my hips and beginning to peg me. She didn’t start slow, but instead started with a smallish toy. It didn’t quite hit the spot she had found with her fingers, but I didn’t dare stop her or even say a word. After about ten minutes of Jill’s wonderful fucking, she stopped and removed the dildo from her harness and replaced it with a larger one.

Jill squirted more lube into my hole and slathered it onto the bigger dildo, and told me this is the one that would make me cum like a girl. I remained silent other than a slight moan of excitement. Jill had expected a verbal response, and I hadn’t given her one, so Jill plunged her dildo into my ass and asked me if I wanted her to make me cum like a girl.

“Oh yes, Mistress Jill, make me cum like a girl!” I moaned, feeling Jill’s dildo stimulating my prostate. After a minute of Jill’s dominant thrusting, I was already dripping onto her bed and moaning with delight as this amazing BBW had her way with me. After ten minutes, I had left more cum on her bed than I had left in her ice cream.

Jill slowed the pace of her pegging overall. She snapped her luscious hips a few times, penetrating me as deeply as possible to coax out some more of my cum onto her bed before withdrawing. From my bent-over position, she pushed me down onto my knees and I turned to face her, looking up at her to admire her beautiful body and it was right there in my face, the dildo she had just used to pleasure me. Hot pink and about nine inches long, I took it as deeply into my mouth as I could, without Jill having to tell me to do so.

After about a minute of sucking on her dildo, Jill pulled it out of my mouth and removed her harness and said I had been a good girl. She then allowed me to stand before pushing me down on her bed, on my back this time, lying in the wet spot I had made. She slipped off her nightie, dropping it to the floor, and her sopping-wet panties, which she stuffed into my mouth. Her panties had a beautiful taste, and I tried to suck as much of her sweet nectar out of them as I possibly could.

Jill then climbed on top of me as I was lying on her wet bed. We went at it like crazy as she rode my cock to multiple orgasms for both of us, neither of us saying a word the entire time, the only sounds were our moans of pleasure and grunts of exertion, the squelching sound of wet penetration, and the very loud rhythmic squeaking of the bed. I’m sure everyone in the adjacent rooms on our floor, as well as those directly above and below, knew what was going on. But who would be trying to study on Friday nights anyway?

Finally, after about an hour or so, Jill wanted a smoke break. I opened my mouth revealing her panties, and she apologized to me for forgetting about them and leaving them in my mouth so long. I didn’t mind but they had long since lost her taste and my mouth was very dry, so it was good that she remembered them.

Jill told me to get into her roommate’s bed and she climbed on top of me again. We made out for a few minutes before having more nearly-wordless sex on her roommate’s bed for another hour. There would be no doubt as to the activity going on in her room, since the roommate’s bed was even louder than Jill’s was!

After defiling Jill’s roommate’s bed, we went back out to the couch, where the TV was still going. Jill turned the TV off and smoked another cigarette before we went at it on the couch, with Jill on top again, for yet another round. The couch was quieter than either of the beds so Jill moaned much louder this time and encouraged me to do the same as well. Of course I did what she wanted.

Finally Jill told me to get dressed and pick up more ice cream and a pack of cigarettes for her. I literally ran to the convenience store, buying Jill two packs of her smokes – the clerk didn’t bother to ask for ID – and as much chocolate ice cream as I could buy with the cash I could get out of the ATM. I ran back to campus and found a still-naked Jill in her dorm, on the couch, smoking her last cigarette and working herself over with both her and her roommate’s vibrator.

I thought she was finishing herself off for the night and put the ice cream in her freezer (no pun intended), but she wasn’t finished with me just yet. She had me bring her one of the tubs of ice cream and ate about half of it. She opened one of the two packs of cigarettes I had brought back for her and smoked one before we went back to the bedroom and picked up right where we had left off, with Jill riding me in her roommate’s bed.

Jill and I had sex just about everywhere we could in that dorm room that weekend. I don’t know if her roommate ever found out about us having sex in her bed or Jill using her vibrator. Jill graduated from college in 2013 and we mostly lost touch afterwards, other than an occasional email. It’s been at least two years since the last email from Jill, in it she had mentioned that she’s now a college professor, has quit smoking, gained about 15 pounds, and is happily married to another woman.

There’s probably two things Jill still can’t get enough of: sex and chocolate ice cream!