Experimental story. (F) focused, some co-ed. Written by two of us, as yet unedited!

I've been into this since I was small. I'm in my 30s now, but I've been getting pied since I was about 16. And, all but once, by myself. I eventually would make them myself, exactly how I liked them, and when I had a chance to be alone I'd make up some scene in front of the mirror in my bedroom, and take a glorious erotic pie in the face.

For me it is always sexual, sensual, and not slapstick. The scenes are not funny, they are intensely sexual.

And like everyone else probably, I though I was weird and a freak. It wasn't until I discovered a community that I didn't feel so alone.

But dating with a pie in the face fetish is not easy, and I have been aching for a pie-full relationship for as long as I could remember.

I have a huge fantasy though. And someone had to really understand it. I have shared it with people in the community and many have said "Oh me too!". And I never thought I was hot until I met these people who affirm that I am actually very hot. I feel it now, and it just makes me enjoy my kink even more. It's a lot more fun getting naked when you know that the other person's jaw hits the floor when you do!

I'm short. Kind of brown-blonde hair to my shoulders. Big blue-grey eyes. A round face, very big tits, a round ass that I think is too big but everyone else says is hot (maybe I could lose 15, but I think I'm fine), and a small waist. Classic hourglass. I'm real, too, and lucky because I don't have those dinner-plate nipples that big-chested girls can get. Mine are normal, point in the right direction, but really stick out when I'm cold, or first get into water, or have hands on them. Or sometimes randomly, which is not fun at work. They're wonderfully sensitive, and I wake up horny every day, and the first thing I want is some hot guy's hands on my tits. Followed by his cock in my mouth, but that's another story.

I have always been intensely sensual and sexual. Combined with a deep desire to get a pie in the face makes for a frustrating combination.

And here's the thing. I don't want to be pied out of context. I would never want a pie in the face on the street, or called 'Tits McGee' (I hate that). But in a room with a hot, naked guy? Pie me, fucker. I'll be your 'Tits McGee'. You want tits? Mine will make you in-fucking-sane!

So, my fantasy. I get all dolled-up. I wax everywhere, get all smooth and soft. I see my guy, who then manages to get my clothes off and then pummels me with pies in the face, and then all over, until I'm absolutely wrecked, and then we fuck all night swimming in the deep pie-leftovers that are on the floor. After a couple of good, sexy pies in the face, I'm on my knees sucking his hard, long cock because the thought of getting a pie in the face makes me want oral sex. And when I stand up and ask how it was I get another pie in the face.

I like to protest, innocently, and accidentally-on-purpose set myself up for a great big pie in the face. And then maybe I'm enthusiastic and beg for more pies. Either way, it's hot as hell.

So what is the point of this story. Well, finally I got my fantasy. And here is how.



Since I couldn't find a real man to play with, I would meet people in the community and we would have sexy IM sessions. Usually pies but sometimes some pudding or other imaginary things. The guys were usually kind of subby, which can be fun once in a while but I want to be on the bottom, dammit! Some of the women were great, and a few I'd like to meet in real life and have them do their worst to me!

Anyway eventually I met this one guy on the IM and he was fun. Fun and funny and smart. Big trifecta right there. It would have been a big score if he had looked like RDJ but I can't complain because I don't look like SJ (but my tits are bigger so take that!). So we did this long IM session where, in text, he teased and wrecked me with make-believe pies, and I kept protesting, and it was the hottest thing ever. I could not sleep for days afterwards and kept looking for him online when I wasn't busy.

When we finally caught up I wrote "I want you to do this to me in real life. Can you buy a pie factory and I meet you there?"

That lead to us meeting for a drink at a hotel bar. A nice hotel, by the way, top-shelf place. He was definitely cute, but not my type. He was shorter than I like, and a little older (though I love older men. Something about a little grey and maturity and confidence that makes me want to strip right then and there and jump the guy), but just as fun and funny as online, minus the gallons of whipped cream. It didn't help that everytime I said the phrase "pie in the face" I'd turn pink, so he kept trying to make me say it. But it was fun. I teased him as well. Everytime I mentioned how I loved getting naked, or how beautiful my breasts were, he'd turn pink a little and grin. I think he would be easy to seduce. And then I realized that maybe so would I.

We kept talking, and meeting once in a while for a drink, and everytime it was like we were on the same page. And online, which was the only place we did anything pie related, it was amazing. Same page every time.

So, I got up the courage to let him know that I wanted to do it in real life. I had to. I had started to really be attracted to him. I wondered what he looked like naked. I don't like shaving cream at all, just real pies, but he said that he sometimes thought it was fun to play with, in the shower, so I tried to imagine what it would be like surprising him with a pie while he was in the shower. But mostly I fantasized about him ruining me from head to feet with pies and then fucking me silly in a lake of mess.

So, he told me where to show up, and when. I bought a nice thin dress, tasteful in the display of boobage, and easy to get out of if I needed it. And, one I could go commando in, easier said than done when you're a 'Tits McGee' like me. I went the mile. Waxed everywhere, wing-mascara, great lipstick. Powdered and ready.

The hotel was a hip and trendy one in Hollywood. I took the elevator to the room and knocked.

He answered, dressed in black slacks and a blue shirt. And handsome, and he smelled great! The suite was pretty big. He took my jacket, and complimented me on how good I looked.

I admit I felt hot! The way he looked at me, with such lust, I felt like I could drop my dress right there and fuck in the hallway. I was his, he could have me, looking at me like that. Wow!

But that didn't happen because I have self control. Some self control anyway.

I already knew that he got turned-on at the thought of giving me a pie in the face. He knew that a pie in the face was intensely erotic for me. And I knew that he loved a pie in the face as well. Normally, men pied, meh - who cares. But this man, oh, this man. I wanted to give him a pie in the face he wouldn't ever forget. I wanted to pie the fuck out of him, and then submit to his ultimate unmerciful sexy erotic revenge under a barrage of pies and fucking. Anyway, I wanted to be extremely coated with pies, not one inch of skin showing. And honestly, I wanted to gawk and laugh at his hot pied face and body. For the first time, the thought of throwing a pie sounded hot. Getting pied was always hot!

"That's a great dress!", he said.

"Thanks!", I said, "Normally I'd wear something sexy under it, but I couldn't find anything. I'm kinda commando under here, is that ok?"

He grinned at me, and stopped for a second. Ha! Gotcha again! And not for the last time. "Yeah", he said, "Yeah, that's very OK!"

I caught him looking me up and down. I needed to figure out a good moment to really give him a jiggle. Later. I continued, "It's OK though. I'm smooth today. Waxed. Totally. So the dress feels great on my skin."

He smirked at me. "Waxed? Everywhere".

I gave him a smoky eye, "Oh, everywhere."

If I had one job tonight, besides being on the receiving end of a barrage of heavy cream pies, it was to make his temperature rise until he burst.

Anyway, he lead me into the common room. I saw the painters tarp on the floor, first. And then on the walls. And then I saw the side-conference-table and the dozens of stunning pies laid out. All white. All big! Like, stupidly large! They looked deep, thick, creamy, smooth. A shiver shot up my body and back down my spine to end up in a freshly-waxed area as a beautiful tingle.

"Whoa!", I sand, not voluntarily.

"The rest of the pies are in the kitchen area.", he said.

"Rest of them?", I asked incredibly.

He nodded, "Yep! I made a few dozen of them."

"Wow!", I said, "Nice work! They look amazing! Big, thick! What are they for?"

"Well, you probably don't want to find out.", he nodded.

"No? I think I kinda do.", I said.

He grinned and said, "Oh, well, maybe you'll find out. Anyway, related to that, you may want to know some of the rules around here."

"Rules? There are rules? I'm kinda bad at rules, I break them all of the time!", I said.

"Yeah, rules. See, with all of these pies around, people get ideas."

"They do? What kind of ideas?"

"Oh, the pie in the face kind of ideas"

I said, "Oh! That's a fun idea, I like the sound of that idea! I mean, as long as it's not me, of course!"

"Of course! Well, that's why there's a rule! Ridiculous, but easy to keep people in check. Only the naked people get a pie in the face!"

"Only naked?", I asked. I loved where this was going!, "So, you can only get someone naked with a pie in the face? Or you have to be naked to throw a pie at someone?"

"Yep! I mean, first one. If you're naked, you get a pie in the face."

"Oh my god! That'd be terrible! All naked and exposed, and then wham! Pied?", I got into the scene, and there was no turning back now.

"Though I like the other one, you can only throw a pie if you're naked."

"Well", I said, "If that were the case, I'd take off my dress right now and give you a pie in the face! But knowing that I'd be naked too and that means I'd get pied, no no. I can't get pied. But if you got naked, I'd get you with a pie. That's a no brainer."

He laughed. "Thanks!"

"So, let me get this straight", I said, "The naked person definitely gets a great big pie in the face?"

He nodded

"So how do I get you naked?", I batted my eyes at him.

He smirked. "Hey, want to help me?"

"Sure", I said, not sure where this was going next.

"Great! We need to pack these into boxes, but you need to put on a kitchen uniform. There's one in the room, there."

"Shall I get out of this dress and into that uniform?", I asked. He walked up and stepped behind me and undid my zipper a few inches.

"Yep! Please!"

"Well, Ok! As long as I'm not naked I guess I'm safe!"

I did a little sexy thing where I started to pull my dress off, slowly, and turned my back to him. Finally letting the dress fall to my feet, showing him my bare back and behind, I looked over my shoulder with a very smoky look, and with my hand on the doorhandle, said, "Be right back!"

I stepped into the room and looked for some cute uniform he wanted me to wear.

Nothing.

Oh. OH. I see where THIS is going.

My heart pounded. As soon as I stepped through that door I was going to be met with a pie in the face. I looked down at my naked body. Oh yeah. I was scared and thrilled all at once!

But, maybe not. We loved to banter. I loved the set up, so maybe there's a set up? Maybe I needed to get him out of his clothes too!

So, stark baby-naked, I stood at the door ready to walk back into the common room and pie-heaven. I could not wait! I was shaking, really was.

I opened the door and stepped through and closed it behind me. Oh, I could play this game.

"Hey, sorry, I couldn't find the uniform in there!", I batted my eyes at him, standing so he could get a good view of all of my assets! "Um, can I have my dress back?"

He looked at me, kind of gaping. "Oh.. my.. oh my my my my. Wow! Ok, so WOW. You have got to be the hottest thing I've ever seen!"

"Why thank you! But, um, dress! I can't walk around naked all night! Well, I mean, I can of course, that'd be fun! But I'd need you to be naked too."

He said, "Yeah, oh hell, your dress. Um, it's in the wash! I thought.. you know. do a favor..oops?"

Ah ah! I nodded. "Oh, my. Oh I see. Oh no. So I need to just stay naked?"

He nodded.

"Will you get naked with me? I'd like that." Oh boy would I like that.

He said, "Um, well, so, do you remember the house rule?"

I blinked, "Which house rule? I think I forgot."

"Um, naked pie in the face rule."

"Oh! Right! A naked person, like me, gets a great big pie in the face! It's a flimsy rule, but hey, I think it's awesome."

"You do? Oh good!"

"Yeah, come on! A pie in the face? Totally good. Sensual. Kinda sexy. What's not to like?"

I stepped towards him, jiggling a little on purpose. He was getting pink alright!

"But", he said, "You're naked! And you still think it's a good rule?"

"Well, yeah! What's not to like? All that skin, huge big ol' pie in the face? I mean.. ha! Pie in the face! Can you imagine? A pie in the face? Oh my god. From one of those pies?", I snorted a laugh, "Oh my god, it'd be lights out! Huge pie! Yeah, I'll be the first one laughing! Mmmmm! I bet it'd look good too. All you need is someone naked. That's the rule, right?"

He was grinning, and the bulge in his pants getting bigger. That was fine, because I was definitely wet from all of this! He said, "That's the rule! But, you, uh.. you're totally naked. I mean, you're not wearing a stitch!"

"Yep! That's me! Completely naked, for you! I was supposed to wear a uniform, but since there wasn't one and now my dress is gone, well, what the hell. I'm fine being naked. I like it, actually, I can be naked all of the time we're together!"

He picked up a huge pie, and my heart started racing. He said, "I'm not sure you understand."

"What?" I asked, innocently. Like hell I was innocent, but all of this scene-acting was hotter than fuck.

"You are.. totally nude. Tits, ass, feet, smooth as silk and hot beyond belief. I could stare at you forever. But.. um.. naaaked?"

I nodded, "Yes! Naked! Isn't it good? I love naked."

"But naked and pie in the face. See? Pie?"

"Yeah, I get it. The naked person get totally pied! I'm all for it. All you need is a naked person!"

He coughed. "Oh, gorgeous, I have a naked person!"

I looked amused, "You do? Where! I want to see!"

"Look down!"

I looked down. "Feet!"

"Higher..."

"A fabulous pair of tits! Oh, those are mine. Damn. I have great tits, have you noticed?"

He smiled, "Are you joking? I've noticed, believe me! Look, what are you wearing?"

I sounded coy, "Nothing.."

"Mmm hmm! So.. that means, you're the naked person in the room!"

I blinked.

He nodded, and pointed at the pie, and then at me.

I looked stunned. "Wait, what?"

He nodded, grinning, and took a step closer. I was thrilled. How long could we stretch this out before I got deliciously plastered? I hoped I didn't have an orgasm on the spot. I was insanely turned on by all of this.

He said, "Yeah, well, um, you're naked, and this is a pie. And you know that I'm an awesome pie-thrower!"

"Oh, I know you are! But, but but but... wait.. let me process this... I.. naked.. love being naked.. you staring at my glorious breasts.. my showing off my glorious breasts.... stark naked... and pie in the face rule... which is so much fun, and I... Wait. Wait. WAIT! Oh, NO!"

He laughed, watching me. I continued. "Oh, NO! Oh, you mean.."

He nodded.

"Because I'm..."

He nodded again.

"And you're holding a..."

He nodded yet again.

"And I'm going to get a...."

"Mm hmmm!", he said.

I kept going, because this was hotter than hell and fun.

"A p-, a p-, a p-, Oh. NO! Oh but.. that means.."

"Yes?"

"A pie in the face!"

"A pie in the face.", he confirmed.

"But but but.. a pie in the face!", I could say that all day! No, no I couldn't, because I wanted a pie very badly.

He nodded, nearly laughing, "A pie, in the face!"

"Pie in the face! A pie! In the face! A pieintheface! A PIE! AGH! I'm going to get a pie in the face! Oh, not me! No! No, wait! You can't!"

"No? Why?"

"Because.. um.. because.. uh.. because I'm naked! I'm naked, and um, helpless!", I backed away from him slowly, shoulders back, until I was backed up against a table. "You.. can't give me a pie in the face when I'm naked! Nnnnnnnn-naked! You.. youyouyouyou can't"

"No?" He asked, teasing the pie in his hand. Oh, yes, I liked this. A lot!

I spluttered, "No! No no, I'm so.. naked! Bare! Look, tits! Nipples! Naked butt! Extremely slippery clit! Cute feet! I'm really not wearing anything, nothing at all! You can't give me.. ME! a.. a..."

"A what?"

"You mean.. because I'm totally naked I get a pie in the face? With that pie? It's huge!"

"Enormous!"

"It looks super thick!"

"Super!"

"And creamy and gooey and oh, NO, I'll be soooo pied! And the rule is that the naked girl gets a great big.... pie in the face!"

He nodded, taking a step closer with the pie.

"It means I, me! Me, of all people! No! Not me, but, yes, me! Oh NO! It means that I.. I... get.. the pie in the face!"

"Oh, yes, yes you do, and it will be so my pleasure to do it, too!"

"Oh my god! Is it.. is it.. just one? Just one pie in the face?"

He shook his head. "Noooo.... many!"

"How.. how.. how many?"

"As many as I can get my hands on!", he gave me a sexy evil smile and I wanted to jump him if I didn't want to get pied so badly.

"Oh my god. A pie in the face! A real pie! In the face! Just because I'm naked! Oh, what am I going to do?"

He grinned, "Ready? Count to three!"

"No, nononononononononononononono", I did not put my hands up. "No, oh, no please I'm naked you can't really not a pie in the face oh please no not a pie in the face! Ohhhhhhh no! I was the naked one, which means.... I'm about to get.. a... huge... creamy.. thick.. goooooooey...."

He nodded, and I looked him in the eye, "Pie. In. The. Face."

He let loose and tossed the pie firmly into my face, sending cream everywhere and engulfing my face and the top of my head. It was cool, creamy, and heavy, and thick. I gasped, and laughed. My breathing got really heavy. I could feel the pie sliding and dripping off of my head and hair and land on my very happy big boobs.

I immediately wanted another one.

"Oh!", I said, "You're.. you wouldn't do that again would you?"

"Oh, my god, you look good!", he laughed, "And yes, oh yes I would!"

I felt another pie in my face, and he smashed it all over and took his time. I lifted my face into it. So smooth, cool, and creamy, it was like sex. This time I groaned, unintentionally, as the pleasure of it took over, and there was no doubt now that I was enjoying this.

I let the pie just have it's way on me, and I finally was able to say, "You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"Oh yes, yes I did. Very very much!", he said.

"A lot?", I asked.

"Hell yes!"

"You want to keep doing that, don't you?"

"I have dozens of pies left, and the answer is yes."

I wiped my eyes to see him grinning, and trying not to laugh, and holding another pie. I felt a pretty large piece of pie and crust slide off of my face and land on my breast, and slide down right over the nipple. I shivered. How long would I have to wait before I could feel his mouth there right after the pie?

"Oh. You're laughing! I must look ridiculous! I do, don't I?"

He nodded, and picked up a second pie. With one in each hand, he stepped toward me.

I looked at the pie on the left. I looked at the pie on the right. I wiped my eyes again, because they got a bit blurry from the whipcream. I looked at him. I said, "You have a great big cream pie in your left hand."

"Yes, yes I do!"

"You have a great, great big pie in your right hand!"

"Yes I do! I have pies in both hands!"

"Oh my god. What... what are you going to do with those pies? You're, oh, you can't! You can't pie me again! With two pies! Two p-.. waitaminute! OH NO! Not a pie sandwich! Ohhhhhh you WOULDN'T"

Oh, I'm good. I am.

He stepped closer. I looked him in the eye and leaned my head towards his. "You.. you.. youuuuuu wouldn't!"

He nodded. "Oh. Oh, I will!"

I was trying to say "Oh my gawwwwd!" but only said "Oh my MRGLGLGLGLGLL!" because he pie-sandwiched me, and really good. I had pie in my ears, and was wearing two of those huge heavy pies all over my head and face. I spluttered pie that was in my mouth. I loved when I got pied and got a mouth full of pie. I couldn't see.. the pie was so thick that opening my eyes was useless. I wobbled a bit on my feet and I felt his arm around my waist, pulling me in. My tits bumped into his chest, and I pressed in and tried to find his mouth with mine. He helped, and we made out in a very messy long pie-flavored kiss. Chocolate! I blew cream out of my nose, and laughed, and then pushed him a little so I could get to his shirt. I pulled as hard as I could and popped all of the buttons from it, and then tugged. I couldn't see, so he removed his shirt while I wiped my eyes. It took a few wipes before I could see. The pies were heavy all over my head and in my hair, which I'm sure was matted to my skull by now. And I could feel heavy crust and pie on my body in all sorts of places.

I went to his pants, and to my knees so I could get the button undone. Which is not easy when you're hands are dipped in pie! He helped, and I grabbed his slacks and shorts and pulled!

Naked man. Naked man with a glorious, smooth, delicious erection. I was on my knees, inches from a hard cock I've wanted in my mouth since the first pie in the face.

I wiped my cheeks and hair and face all over the head and shaft of his beautiful big manhood (not too big, definitely not too small), and could kind of hear him moan. Yes, take that, mister! I grabbed his ass with both hands and with a very happy groan I took the top of his cock in my mouth and tortured him with my tongue.

At some point I let go of his right butt cheek, rubbed my hand in my hair to pick up a bunch of whipream and started to stroke him lightly, using cream and my spit to get him all slippery.

What I wanted to say was "Fuck me now goddamit and fuck me hard!" but what I said was "I'm very naughty, and naughty naked girls get a pie in the face."

He moaned and said, "Oh god, yes they do!"

I stood up, one hand on his hard cock and the other trying to get the cream out of my ears so I could hear!

I asked, "Is this turning you on?"

He moaned a very happy "Yes".

I said, "Good. Then pie the fuck out of me. I want a pie in the face!"

"Oh my god!", he said, "That's hot! What did you just say?"

"I said", I said with authority, "I want a pie. In the face. Pie me. Pie the living FUCK out of me!". Now who's in charge, handsome? Me, that's who!

He put his hands on my tits and smeared cream all over them, and this time made me moan. "Oh you.. umm. don't stop!". Oh hell, maybe I'm not in charge after all.

He turned, and I was able to pay attention now that his hands weren't all over my chest. I was sad, but happy, because he turned around with a pie.

I don't know what got into me, but I took the pie from his hands and fucking nailed him with the pie. Right in the face. He was shocked! I laughed. I mean really laughed! It was sexy, and funny because I completely took him by surprise!

He said, "You did NOT just do that!"

I was laughing, "I did! I did!"

He said, "I'm naked, with a raging hard-on, and you pied me! I have pie.. everywhere! It's ooh, it just fell onto the top of my cock!"

I looked down. "Look! A pie hat!", and kept laughing.

He picked up another pie. "You enjoyed that!"

I was still laughing! "Yes, I did! I really did!" And I really did! I wanted to do it again, in fact, especially because I know he liked it.

I smeared the pie all over his shaft. "By feel I'd say you enjoyed that too!"

"Oh, yes, yes I did", he said, "I loved getting a pie in the face from you! Talk about a turn on".

Guh! That was unexpected. I should have known that not only pieing me made him hot (um, me too), but he'd like to get pied by me. Oh... kinda.. makes me want to pie him again!

I looked at his face, his nice eyes peering out from a totally pied face. Hey, I'm good! And I laughed again, "You look amazing!"

As I was laughing, he pied me. I screamed into the pie, and as I recovered, again unable to see and again feeling cascades of pie fall over my skin from the shoulders down, felt another pie from him smash into the side of my face and then get smeared around. I was back to being unable to hear, unable to see, and under an increasingly heavy layer of cool, silky, incredible cream.

I was really, really liking this.

"Oh, you bastard, you're getting your revenge because I gave you a pie in the face!", I stood up and pressed my chest into his again. I could open one eye, now that a huge piece of crust fell off and hit my left breast again.

He took two more pies and slammed them into my chest. I threw my head back and moaned.

Oh, it felt SO good! I put my hands on top of his as he smeared and slid pie all over my tits, my belly, and then down to my clit and between my legs where I swear ten more seconds of that and I'd have had a screaming massive orgasm.

That did it. I was over the edge. "Pie me! Fucking pie me and fuck me! I want a pie in the face! I want pies everywhere!"

I could feel the pie glop at our feel through my toes. I wanted to drag him down and fuck him into the next decade.

He took two more pies and blasted them, one in my face, and one in the back of my head. I staggered, and laughed, "Oh! Mfweh.. ohmgid", and he was relentless. Two more pies on my tits, and one on my ass, and then his hands all up and down my naked body. I grabbed his cock with one hand and fell to my knees, gasping, laughing, and moaning. I must have sounded insane.

I couldn't see, could barely hear, and felt another pie in the face.

"MMMGH! I'M GETTING TOTALLY FUCKING PIED!"

I think I heard him ask, "How do you like this, pie-goddess?"

I yelled "I. Fucking. LOVE. IT!", like a person talking too loudly while wearing a pair of Beats.

He laughed, I think, and I pulled him down to the pie goo on the floor. Down I went, face down into it, squishing my tits all into it, trying to get my hips into it as far as I could, and my face back and forth through the cream and chocolate and vanilla. I could feel him on top of me, his hardness slipping and sliding around.

I flipped over, and he straddled me, a pie in his hand, ready to drop on me. So in self-defense I started giving him a whipcream handy. "Pie me when you start to cum!", I said, but he said, "No!" and he dropped the pie onto my face.

I groaned in pleasure. The heavy, thick cream pie on my face, and all of a sudden his cock slipped from my hands, and I felt his tongue on my clit.

I yelled. "OH my GOD!", and grabbed the plastic under my fists.

Oh. He was so good. I lasted only seconds before the orgasm hit me like a truck. I must have screamed at the top of my lungs, too, because boys like that but also because for some reason it makes the orgasm that much better.

"HOLY FUCK!", I think I started with.

When it was over, I had to blow pie out of my nose again and I really needed some water. But I pulled his face to my tits, squeezed them together and gave him a pie-boat. He liked it, and made all sort of moaning happy noises.

He was still hard as hell, so when I could recover, I got him onto his back and straddled him, giving him a great view of the wreck he made of me.

I resumed the handy where I left off. "Look at what you have done to me!", I said. He stared at my pied body, and said words but I couldn't hear. I just watched his face as I played with his glorious hard cock and made him stare at my glorious naked (well, pie-coated) tits. His hands when to them, and slid all over them, and pulled at my hard sticky-outy nipples, which was just so good. It felt amazing.

In no time, he exploded. He came, and came, and came... and I got horny again because making him explode like that and watching his pie-streaked face go through a massive orgasm was another massive turn on. And fucking in three inches of pie goo was a fantasy I would never get tired of.