Defile a tub of Iced Cream

A sick idea forms in your head, and with no hesitation you rip open the freezer at the bottom of the french door refrigerator beside you. Peering inside you find just the perfect thing, A new container of Rocky Road iced cream.

Taking the iced cream you hastily open the lid and rip off the safety plastic. They never fill these things all the way at the factory, and there’s a small gap up to the brim just waiting to be topped off. You set the tub on the floor and get on your knees, your throbbing member hanging over it.

Were you really gonna do this? Were you going to shatter the trust of these innocent teen girls so willingly, just having met them today? Would you later watch as they unknowingly lap up your thick salty baby batter with their dessert?

Your body decides for you as the thought of such a show makes you shiver in excitement, and another fat strand of clear precum shoots out of your tip, landing on the iced creams once perfect smooth surface with an audible *plop*

No turning back now.

You grasp your cock once more and redouble your efforts, stroking even faster. A constant stream of precum leaks out of your cock and quickly covers the whole surface in a clear layer. Even if you stopped now anyone eating from this would have your salty bitter taste tainting their first few bites.

You didn’t think you had a thing for exhibitionism, but the thought that Samantha was only separated by a door a few metres from you, and could finish in the washroom at any moment now, that Mary could walk back upstairs, that either of your sweet naive roommates could walk out to see you jerking off over their food is what pushes you over the edge.

Your feel the telling tightening feeling in your balls and barely just in time manage to angle yourself down, shooting the first of countless jets of your gooey semen into the sweet iced cream below. Your vision goes white and your hips tighten in raw pleasure as your long overdue release flows through you, and out of your thick cock in massive quantities. The iced creams marbled surface is quickly painted in a cascade of your backed up cum, massive long Jets of stringy gelatinous splooge that fill the container to the brim.

You can’t tell how long your orgasm lasted, or how many ropes of cum now swim on the surface of the iced cream below you, but the thick pearly white layer you’ve created must be at least two inches thick.

You’ve little time to admire your work, as the sound of a flushing toilet hurries you along. You quickly *snap* the iced creams lid back on and return it to the refrigerator before hastily stuffing your softening cock back in your pants, just in time, as Samantha opens the door and exits the washroom.