Cum is a Cross-Dresser New Drink

Nikki looked up at me with her big, brown eyes as her head bobbed on my cock. Nothing was quite so sweet as one of her blow jobs. She had this way of dragging her tongue along the underside of my cock that made me want to cum in seconds. I always tried to hold it, but Nikki wouldn't let me. When she wanted me to pop, she'd plunge her head all the way down my pole.

Less than three minutes into the BJ, my cock disappeared into her face. I shot my load. Nikki froze while I unloaded. She couldn't say a word, but the bemused look in her eyes told me she was loving every second of it. I must've dropped a gallon of cum into her gullet. But Nikki was so good that not a single drop spilled out of her mouth.

After squeezing out the last shot, I leaned back in the theater chair and took a deep breath. Nikki's lips formed a seal around my rod as she pulled her head back. Careful to keep my jizz from spilling, she crawled up into my lap and positioned her pursed lips a few inches above mine. A string of cum began to slowly extend from her bottom lip. A moment before the dick snot spilled onto my face, I opened wide and eagerly accepted it into my mouth. Nikki took a long time to let the load drain from her lip to my tongue. When her mouth was empty, Nikki smiled and let out a soft giggle. I couldn't help but swallow-- and then laugh.

Nikki pushed herself off of me and plopped down into the seat next to me. The blow job almost made me forget that we were in a darkened movie theater. And not some porno house. This was a regular suburban theater with a Cameron Diaz movie on the screen. My eyes scanned the place. It was empty, except for Nikki and I.

I looked over at her. Her eyes were already focused on the screen. I put my hand on her thigh and slid it up her short, pink skirt. Nikki grabbed my hand before I could get anywhere close to her honey pot.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she whispered.

I leaned in close to her ear.

"One good turn deserves another," I whispered.