Here is a story about two lovers and their first experience of having wet-and-messy sex.

Please feel free to share this with any of your messy friends and especially the WAM virgin in your life that you would like to get to know better.

I suggest that your dear one be slightly aroused before reading this. Things that are exciting when we are sexually excited can seem silly or strange when we are not.

I hope you enjoy this story...in your own special way.

Much love,
Trey


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Brad, while reading in bed, was surprised by Elle coming into the bedroom wearing nothing but a white see-through undershirt and holding two large jars, one black and one white, cradled against her chest.

"What's that all about?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.

"These?" she smiled, looking down at her boobs.

"Yes, always those, but I though you wanted to read tonight," he answered.

"I did, but then I got this idea for a recipe that calls for vanilla cream and molasses," she replied. She leaned over and set both jars down on the night stand making sure he had a good view down her shirt.

He felt his cock roll over as his eyes moved from Elle's dangling tits, around the curve of her hip, and down to her shaved pussy.

"A recipe for disaster, perhaps?" Brad teased, not able to take his eyes off of her.

"Oooo, darling, that's a good one," she giggled. Turning, she flipped her dark curls over one shoulder and pulled down the bedding exposing his bare chest and tight black bikini briefs. Leaning forward, she traced one finger over his growing bulge.

"It was the best I could do in the moment," he said, tossing his book down. He scooted his body diagonally across the king size bed, propped himself up on his elbows and watched her climb in by his feet.

Knelling between his legs, she pulled the waist band of his undies down around his balls which pushed everything up into full view. Staring into his dark eyes, she gave him a long lick from the bottom to the top with the flat of her tongue.

"Fuck, you are a one serious distraction," he said, smiling.

She pointed him straight up and started to massage the underside gently with her thumb. "I see someone is ready to play," she said as she reached around and picked up the jar of vanilla cream and held it over him.

Looking a little bewildered, he asked, "What are you go to do with that?"

"I'm going to... drive you fucking mad with pleasure," she whispered.

Tipping the jar carefully, she held a thick lip of cream suspended right over his erect cock.

"Elle, don't do it! That's going to make a big mess."

"Oh, I hope so," she said, letting it sag down. "I plan to make this a lovely sticky Popsicle."

Mesmerized by the sight of vanilla cream spiraling down onto him like a silk ribbon, he sighed, "Oh God! That feels amazing."

"So, you like my messy idea after all?" she grinned. "That's good, because I'm not going to stop until you cum all over yourself.

He was surprised by how quickly he was aroused by feeling of the cream draping over his cock and the thought of being completely messed up by his wife.

For several minutes, Elle, slowly covered him in creamy glop as she continued her gently massage. There was nothing that gave her more pleasure than seeing him lose his mind to lust and this time she wasn't going to stop until she was equally carried away.

Moving the jar up higher she allowed the thick cream to splatter hard across his pee hole.

"Fuck! Oh fuck, yes.", he cried, arching his back. "Just like that!"

Her face went flush as she watched his body begin to struggle with excitement.

He was rapidly loosing his sense of time as his thoughts skipped around in his head. Drunk with arousal, he felt dizzy and lost. He nearly came several times, if Elle hadn't prevented it, as the cream flowed over the head and down the shaft. In this gooney state he would do any dirty thing she wanted him to do.

Tipping the jar over, she watched the thick rivulets rush down over her fingers, across his balls and onto the bed. The sweet smell of vanilla made her swoon.

Brad gasped in fits, "Elle...please...make me...let me...cum."

She gave the base of his deliciously coated phallus a squeeze and said, "Not yet, sweet heart. I'm not finished having my fun."

Tossing the sticky jar onto the bed, Elle used both hands to slide the cream up and down the underside of his cock, causing it to stiffen with each stroke.

"Besides, you're not totally mad."

"Gaah," he said, moaning in frustration as he collapsed onto his back.

Reaching behind her, Elle picked up the jar of molasses. "Here my darling, hold this high over your face."

Brad, looking dazed, took the jar and held it weakly over his chest.

"Darling, I said over your face," she instructed. "A little higher. There... Now pour."

Shocked by the thought of messing up the bed, Brad shook his head.

She gave him a little lick and smiled at him with her green cat eyes. "You know you fucking want to. So just do it. Go ahead and fuck up your handsome face."

"Elle, don't be crazy!" Brad blurted.

She let go of his cock and roughly yanked his briefs down until they were past his knees. Taking his cock with one hand, she slipped her other one down through the puddle under his butt. "Brad, if you want me to do this", she said fingering his ass hole with her middle finger, "do what I told you - now!"

The thought of pouring molasses over his own face as she finger fucked him sent his mind to where he kept his most private fantasies. He was totally out of control and felt like he had no power to resist this kinky perversion.

"And I want to see total coverage," she commanded. If you don't convince me that this is the best fuck you've had in your whole life, I'll leave you to jack-off by yourself."

Shocked and with his heart thumping hard in his chest, he closed his eyes, took a breath and tentatively tipped the jar.

She watched intensely as the wave of molasses fell from the jar and landed across his nose and mouth. Rolling his head from side to side he covered his forehead, eyes, nose, checks, neck and chin in thick rolls of inky syrup.

Just as the sticky surge rolled again across his mouth, she pushed her finger deep into his ass, causing him to gasp . The taste of licorice flooded his mouth and sent little spikes of electricity through his brain.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" his thoughts shouted in time with her every thrust.

Syrup cascaded in thick surges and coated Brad's face in a shiny black mask.

With her free hand, she gripped his shaft and slid up a fist of cream. Sucking it all in, she wrapped her mouth loosely around head of his cock.

His mouth contorted in ecstasy when she slipped two fingers into his ass. Dropping the jar at his side, he began to lurch and buck against her hand while her fingers lightly cupped his prostate. Running his hands over his face and hair, he reveled in the feeling of being utterly filthy as he wallowed in the slick black syrup.

Swirling the sloppy goo around him with her tongue, she felt his body go stiff.

Letting out a long moan, he came.

For a moment, colored lights brightly flashed in Brad's head before going out. He was left, without thought, free falling in darkness.

Wave after wave filled her mouth as she pumped her fingers in and out his ass. Lifting her head up, the last few spasms lopped across her cheek and down her neck. Using just her lips and tongue, she smeared the whole mess down to his balls. Sliding back up, she squeezed him hard, forcing his cum to ooze out which she licked up wantonly.

When she pulled her fingers out of his ass, Brad's body went limp. He laid there exhausted and spent and yet he was still rock hard. Taking advantage of this, she quickly moved up his body, pushed her clit against him and rocked her hips violently back and forth. Holding his sticky face with both hands, she leaned in and kissed him roughly. Their tongues met and swirled through the flavors of molasses, vanilla and cum.

She pushed herself up onto her knees and positioned herself so his cock could penetration her easily. She thrilled that he was still thick and how well he filled her.

Scooping up a palm full of syrup from the pool that had collected around Brad's shoulders, she leaned back on one arm and slapped the molasses between her legs and smeared it across her pussy. As she worked it around with her fingers, she replayed in her head her husband's debauchery. Ger focus shifted to what was going on between her legs as her motion warmed up her clit. The molasses had the just right amount of slip and stick and her upward flicks brought her quickly to the edge and made her cheeks hot.

Brad's strength slowly returned and reaching around he grabbed a pillow and wiped the syrup away from his eyes. Squinting though a hazy film, he watched Elle masturbate with wild abandon. He notice that her stokes were becoming more rhythmic, persistent and steady. "Cum on baby... Cum all over me." he said softly.

She took her breaths in gasps. Just a little bit more. She was close. A little...

Her body lurched forward and back several times as her orgasm took possession of her.

He loved to watch her orgasm. It was always like magic and it thrilled him deeply. He smiled up at her, realizing that he loved this beautifully creative and uninhibited woman madly and that he didn't have to pretend; she had given him the best sex he's had in his whole life.

Opening her eyes, in the middle of it all, she saw Brad with spiky hair and a glazed face smiling up at her with an expression of love and wonder. She thought about how much she loved this man, but more than that, she thought about how much she loved to fuck him blind with her imagination.