'But we're happy to say that Kym's dress will not be the only one to get destroyed today!' Paul laughed with his best gameshow host voice.

'That's right!' Tom butted in. He had a small remote control in his hand. He pushed a button and the wall in front of Kym's throne revolved revealing a very nervous looking Abi, dressed in her tight Bridesmaid outfit that fit her perfectly nearly 6 years ago when she was 14, but now she had blossomed into a woman, it was very tight around her thighs, hips and breasts. Abi looked up, she was sat in a gunge tank under several gallons of pink, orange and yellow slime. She patted her long blonde hair in place and, placing her elbows on her knees, she comically bit her fingernails as she looked at her older sister, sat dripping with pie and cream in the throne in front of her. 'Poor Abi could be getting a sliming if you decide she should, Kym!' Abi shuffled nervously on her stool and looked up at the nozzle above her head once again.

Celia, Kym's mum, shook her head in dismay at her predicament. She wasn't sure about coming to Vegas, but Chloe and Elise convinced her to come, and here she was cajoled into sitting on this stool by a charming man.

Celia had divorced Kym and Abi's dad a long time ago. She had always concentrated on looking after her children rather than finding love. With her children grown up and Abi flying the nest recently, Celia had looked at hobbies; singing, am-dram, the gym everything that interested her with a side agenda of maybe finding someone special. She was alone, but she was not lonely. With her healthier lifestyle she felt more alive and vibrant, and this was reflected in her character and looks. She was in her mid-forties, but did not look it. Her long dyed dark-red hair fell naturally to her shoulders, bouncing as she moved, her subtle makeup was perfectly applied by her own experienced hand. She had even helped the younger ladies with their makeup, bringing out their best features without overly applying 'slap'. And as instructed by Chloe and Elise, she was wearing the dress she bought for Kym's wedding day, a floral number with a plunging neckline, accompanied by white heels and a large rimmed, but light, white sinamay hat with a wide floral chiffon ribbon around it that matched her dress.

Celia had no idea about the plans for this evening. She was quite taken aback when her daughter was paraded into this room, so nondescript at first glance, then placed into her throne. She didn't even know what was happening when Paul came out wheeling the trolley. She thought she recognised him. But she wasn't sure if he just worked here, dressed in a tuxedo, as a waiter. It was only when Paul passed Celia the gooey gateaux that the penny dropped. She did know him. And she couldn't believe what he was encouraging her to do. If it wasn't for Chloe and Elise's pie sandwich which started off the messing, she didn't know if she would have slapped the creamy dessert into her daughter's protesting face. But she did. And she loved it! She couldn't stop laughing at how Kym's bridesmaids, Kym's closest friends, were destroying her and her dress with sweet pudding.

As the melee took place, Paul had ushered her away. She didn't quite know why at the time, but she did now. In the side room Paul spoke to Celia.

'Hi Celia! I'm so glad you, erm, came.' He smiled.

'I wasn't sure what was happening to be honest.' Celia smiled back at Paul. 'Was this the plan, get her dressed up and then get her involved in a cake and pie fight?'

Paul laughed. 'Yeah, that's about the size of it!' he grinned. 'Only, we didn't think it was fair for Kym to be the recipient throughout the whole evening.'

'I suppose not' Celia replied before realising that she may have just volunteered herself for a pieing.

'Don't worry. I'm not going to push a cake in your face!' Paul laughed at the sight of Celia's face starting to drop. Celia smiled once again, her mouth open and white teeth shining. 'But Kym might!' He added.

'You're joking!' Celia laughed. 'She wouldn't. Would she?'

'I don't know. We'll have to see!' Paul winked at Celia making her giggle and blush.

'And you?' Celia looked Paul up and down. 'Would you like to see Kym push a pie in my face? Or would you rather do it yourself?'

It was Paul's turn to blush. Her eyes shone as she smiled at him.

'Well, you see, it's, well, it's not a pieing game' Paul stuttered, then composed himself. 'We've also got use of these' Paul gestured to the cubicle behind Celia.

'Oooooo. Is that what I think it is?' Celia looked the contraption up and down, then she ran her hand down the side of the Perspex frame. She looked up, a tank holding green, purple and blue liquid was suspended over the stool inside the tank. 'A gunge tank? How 90s!'

'It's a slime tank, over here.' Paul corrected.

'And you want me to sit in here?'

'I would love that.'

'So you could gunge me?'

'It'll be your daughter's choice to slime you or You'll see.'

Paul grinned. He wasn't sure if Celia was playing a role or just being herself as her eyes lit up at the prospect of sitting in the tank.

'But you'd want to see me covered in gunge, wouldn't you?' Celia moved her hand away from the tank and move closer to Paul, stroking the outside of his leg. Paul gulped.

'There's something else' Paul leant over and whispered into Celia's ear. Her pupils dilated as Paul gently whispered into her ear, his soft warm breath sending a wave of tingles over Celia's bare shoulder and down her back.

She moved away from Paul and looked him in the eyes. A cheeky smile on her face. She winked and nodded and Paul took control of a dessert trolley and left the side room and joined the rest of the wedding party messing up Kym.

Celia thought for a moment. She looked at the tank once more and was overcome by a sense of excitement. She had no idea what was going to happen, but the more she thought about it, the more exhilarating it felt. She made her decision. As Paul as requested, she lifted her dress up and took hold of her knicker elastic. She pulled her panties down her smooth, tanned, shapely legs and stepped out of them, placing her heeled feet onto the hard floor. She bent down and picked them up, hiding them in the room. She turned to the gunge tank and, as instructed, pushed her dress out at the back and sat her bare bottom on the cold, plastic stool. She shuffled on the stool to get comfortable and warm it up. She looked down inside her dress, her big breasts still encased within her white bra, she rocked back and looked further down between her breasts to see her trimmed pubic hair on the plastic stool. A mirror in front of her confirmed that nobody watching would see that she was panty-less.

Celia sat quietly giddy with excitement in the gunge tank listening to the commotion and giggling from the room next to her where she assumed Kym was being treated to another onslaught of gooey confectionary. Then she heard Paul's voice.

'But we're happy to say that Kym's dress will not be the only one to get destroyed today!'

This was followed by, Celia presumed, Tom. 'That's right! Poor Abi could be getting a sliming if you decide she should, Kym!'

'Oh no!' Thought Celia, her maternal instincts kicking in. Was her other daughter, Abi in the same predicament as her? Before she could comprehend the ramifications, her gunge tank swivelled round slowly, displaying her to the rest of the wedding party. She looked left to see that Abi was, just like her, encased in a gunge tank but with pink, orange and yellow slime hanging above her head. She looked at Paul, who was still grinning widely with a remote control in his hand. It was at that point she noticed something starting to protrude from the plastic stool she was sitting on. She looked at Paul, he waved the remote control at her in a nonchalant way.

Celia remembered what Paul had whispered to her before he left her. She bit her lip and subtly nodded. Paul, still playing the part of the tux-wearing gameshow host casually waved the remote around and gently turned one of the dials. Celia grinned at her daughter and her cheering friends and looked around to see if anyone had any clue as to what was happening. From the plastic stool, the protruding item rose gently and slowly between her thighs and softly brushed against her moistening pussy lips. Celia smiled and shuffled on her stool coolly. She parted her legs slightly and rubbed herself against the cock shaped protrusion.

'So, Kym. Your mum was very keen to slap a pie in your face, and your sister wasn't holding back when given a jug of chocolate to pour over you. But you must decide, so you want to save you sister and gunge your mum? Or slime your sister and release you poor, dear mum?' Paul laughed. He subtly pushed another dial on the remote as he turned to look at Celia, his grin growing. The plastic cock between Celia's thighs started gently trembling. Celia's eyes grew wide as it tingled and rubbed against her sensitive pussy. To the audience, her reaction was comical they had no idea what was happening under her dress and they assumed the surprised face she pulled was due to the prospected of being slimed.

Slowly and gently, Celia allowed the protruding, trembling cock to rub against her sticky parts. She could feel her skin flushing as anticipation and excitement flowed through her. The cock pulsated downwards and Celia, gently gyrating to the rhythm of the plastic cock, shifted herself forwards slightly, parting her legs further. This time the rising and falling cock pushed up against her pussy lips and the tip gently slipped inside her wet pussy before popping back out again.

'Abi!' Tom smiled, 'I think you need to put your case forward as to why Kym should slime your mum and not you!'

Abi blushed and looked at Kym then started her defence. 'Kym! You can't slime me!' she looked up nervously at the vat of slime above her head, brushing her blonde hair back behind her ears, she continued. 'Remember when we were younger and we always wanted to dunk mum?' Kym and Abi laughed and looked at Celia. Celia's face reddened making everyone laugh. The plastic cock was exploring deeper and deeper inside her, all controlled by Paul who was coolly smiling and listening to Abi's plea. 'Mum looked very happy and eager to push the first cake in your face. Do you remember on your eighteenth? She did the same after you blew the candles out, she pushed your face into that cake too! I think you know what you have to do!' Abi squirmed on her stool and looked at her mum pointing and grinning. 'Gunge her!' She laughed. Celia shook her head in protest, her long, dark red locks under her hat bouncing around her shoulders.

'Celia,' Paul started whilst also turning up the intensity of the vibrating cock inside her, 'what do you have to say to that?'

Celia gasped and looked at Paul with a forced smile on her face. 'Kym. Darling. I must admit, I did enjoy pushing that pie in your face. But I was only doing what your fri-ends' Celia squealed the word 'friends' as Paul make the cock burrow deeper and deeper inside her. She tried to distract herself by raising her hands and correcting her large white hat that still sat on her head. 'what your friends were doing' she continued. 'But I don't deserve a sliming, do I?' she begged, her eyes wide open and she best puppy-dog look on her reddening face. 'Please! Don't slime me. Slime your sister. We both know she deserves it!'

Celia knew that her plea was weak. She found it hard to concentrate on anything whilst having the pulsating dildo inside her. She could have shuffled off it as it slowly and rhythmically rose and fell sliding between her soft thighs and caressing her pussy lips before plunging deep inside her. But she didn't want to. It felt too good. She looked up at the large tank of slime above her and shivered. Then she looked at her dress. It was spotless. She held her hands on her lap, resisting the temptation to rub her body, her breasts or her stiffening nipples.

Kym laughed. 'I've made my choice!' she giggled as she looked at her mum and sister encased beneath the vats of gunge. 'How do I activate one?' She looked at Paul and Tom, cake dripped from her chin into her cleavage.

'You press this button' Tom said walking up to Kym, the remote in his hand pointing to the big red button in the middle of the remote, 'for Abi, that is.'

'Or this one, for you mum' Paul said, striding over to Kym and slipping the intensity dial on the cock inside Celia up a few notches.

Celia squealed and cried 'Noooooo' to the amusement of everyone (who were still unaware of what was happening under her floral dress). She tried to steady her breathing as the dildo shook and explored inside her even more deeply and pleasingly.

Paul and Tom handed Kym a remote in each hand, Kym's index finger hovering over the red buttons, she extended her arms in turn, pointed the remote at her sister and then at her mum and pretending to press the red button.

'I've always wanted to do this, Abi!' Kym laughed.

'No! Not me!' Abi protested and Celia breathed a small sigh of relief as she wriggled her bum on the stool so that the pumping cock would hit her most sensitive parts.

'No. Not you!' Kym gave a devilishly grin and pointed the remote in her left hand at her mum. 'Enjoy!' she laughed as she pushed the button.

Celia was in complete shock. She froze in her seat, the cock still pumping rhythmically into her. Then she looked up. She was rewarded by a torrent of green, cold slime that cascaded down from the nozzle above her head. She screamed as the gunge splattered her pretty face. The force of the deluge knocked her hat off her head, offering her silky red hair no protection. Everyone laughed as Celia spluttered under the falling goo. She straightened her head and looked at her giggling daughter. A smile cracked across her face as she saw how much fun her daughter and the bridesmaids were having at her expense. Still the dildo glided satisfying in and out of her. She shuddered and shivered.

A wave of purple slime came falling over her head. There was a slight pause between colours, and Celia, thinking the gunging was over, lifted her hands to her head, smoothing the slime over her scalp and down her back. Her lap was dripping in goo. She gently shook her legs, the slime dribbling down her once white and floral, now green and slimy, ruined dress. The purple gunge torrent shot down over her front, hitting her chin as her head was tilted back and unloaded its payload mainly over her chest and front. Again the girls burst out laughing. She could feel her chest had received a good soaking. The cold wet ooze was dribbling over her exposed cleavage and running between her breasts, dripping onto the stool.

Celia cried out once more. The next deluge of blue slime hit her straight on her head, fanning out slime in all directions, dribbling and dripping of her head and flowing down her face and hair, running down her back. She muted a squeal as she felt the cold ooze flow down her back and run between her bum cheeks at the same time the flow of slime between her cleavage ran over her belly button and matted her pubic hair, refreshingly lubricating the plastic cock which continued to delve inside her. She rubbed her thighs, smearing the cold goo over her ruined dress. The deluge stopped and she couldn't help herself smile with enjoyment and pleasure. She looked down at herself. She was saturated in the cold slime. Her dress clung to her soft skin and underneath her dress, she could feel trickles of cold slime running against her hot, sticky body.

The bottom of the tank was now a few inches deep in slime. The tips of her high heeled shoes where buried under the colourful hue, but her heels were just above the surface of the slime. Gunge had seeped into her shoes in the gap between her semi-submerged arches and her high heels. She could feel trickles of slime inside her shoes, tickling her bare soles and running between her toes. She shuffled her feet and readjusted her bum on the stool. The pleasure of the cock pumping inside her was immeasurable. With her change of position, the cock was rubbing against and delving into her most sensitive spots.

Celia saw that Paul had taken control of the remote once more. She expected (and hoped) the intensity would increase, but Paul has slowed it down. Celia gasped and gave an annoyed look at Paul, then at Kym. Everyone laughed thinking that the look of annoyance was because of the gunging. Celia wriggled her bum once more, closing her thighs around the slowly pumping cock.

'I think since Celia pied you, Kym, maybe you should repay the favour?' Tom suggested to the clear approval of the jeering bridesmaids. He held a pie out to Kym, who couldn't have got up off her throne any quicker or more eagerly.

'Yes please!' laughed Kym, she stumbled as she tried to move in her already awkwardly heavy dress which was now dripping in pies, cake, chocolate and pudding. The girls all laughed at her enthusiasm and Chloe and Elise had to steady her. The weight of her long dress pulled down nearly exposing her cake covered boobs. She shuffled towards the gunge tank giggling, the pie in her hand, looking at her mum, sitting in the tank, shivering, covered in cold wet gunge. Her dress ruined and an embarrassed look on her face. Kym expected Celia to lift her hands either in protest or to protect herself. But she didn't. Celia held her hands on her lap, slowly rubbing the cold, wet material of her dress against her legs. The intensity of the throbbing cock increased once more.

'This is for before.' Kym laughed. She lunged forward and smashed the cake into Celia's slime covered, smiling face.

'Thanks dear!' Celia gasped. She allowed her right hand to move up to her face, wiping the white cream and gunge from her mouth and face. Bits of pie dripped from her face and hand onto her cleavage and into her lap.

Everyone laughed again and Kym was the focus of attention once again.

'Zat dress is ruined!' Laughed Elise.

'Maybe we should help her out of it' Chloe giggled, taking her sister's lead.

Paul pushed a button on the remote and slowly, the gunge tank revolved back round placing Celia back in the side room. Alone. Still the dildo pumped up and down, vibrating as it did. Celia shuffled her bum on the slimy seat once more making sure that the plastic cock rubbed her the right way in the right places. With nobody in the room, she lifted her hands to her chest. She had been aching to do this during the torrents of slime. She rubbed her slimy hands over the thin material of her dress, but she could take no more. She pulled her dress down exposing her chest. The tops of her boobs were covered in slime, she fumbled with her soaking hands and managed to unclasp the front of her bra. Her large round bosoms were released. There were streaks of slime that had flowed over her boobs and rested inside her bra. But her tits weren't messy enough for Celia's liking. Her nipples standing on end, she grabbed them roughly and squeezed her boobs, pulling at her nipples. It felt indescribably good. She looked at the pool of slime in her lap and picked up a couple of handfuls. She splattered her messy hands into her tits and ground her arse harder onto the stool. She moaned loudly and closed her eyes.

Her moan was so loud, she didn't hear or realise that someone walked through the door and joined her in the room. As she gyrated her bum on the stool, the rhythm of the dildo matched her movements. She opened her eyes suddenly and looked over her shoulder towards the door.

'You' she started.

Paul just smiled back. Celia hands stopped massaging her big, exposed breasts and she moved her hands in a futile effort to cover herself.

'You How could you do this to me?' Celia gave Paul a stern look that was ruined by her continued gyrating on the stool.

'Are you not enjoying it?' Paul laughed.

'Are you enjoying seeing a poor lady get slimed in front of her daughters and her daughters' friends? Whilst being impaled on this?' To Paul's surprise, Celia leant forward and grabbed her dress at the knees, she quickly hoisted the slimy material up her legs. Gunge dripped from her dress as she continued to lift it to her waist. She looked up at Paul.

Paul's mouth was wide open with shock. The skirt part of Celia's dress was now bunched in her hands, wringing out blue and green slime over her bare, exposed thighs and knees, her tits still out on display, plastered with gunge.

'Well?' Celia asked. Paul's eyes were still on her exposed, bare pussy. Her pubic hair plastered and covered in slime, matted to her skin, her legs open revealing the dildo, pink, shiny and large, gliding in and out of her glistening pussy. Her breath, nearly a pant, in time with the upward and downward pulsating of the plastic cock.

'Is this what you enjoy looking at?' Celia asked again.

Paul sparked into life. He looked at her beautiful messy face, pie still slithered down her soft skin and mixed with the gunge, dripping off her hair and face over her shoulders and chest. 'Yes! It looks Well You look amazing. How does it feel?'

'It feels disgusting. Disgustingly wrong. Yet really quite fantastic!' A smile broke out on Celia's face, her left hand letting go of the bunched up dress and returning to her tits, smearing goo all over them once again. 'Would you like a feel?'

Paul strolled in front of Celia getting a fantastic view of her position. And Celia was clearly putting on a show for him. She parted her thighs a little bit more and grinded her bum harder onto the stool. The dildo continued to glide in and out of her soaking pussy. Paul could see just how messy she was. Her whole head was dripping in pie and slime, and the goo had worked itself under her dress, leaving a streak of blue, green and purple, between her boobs and pooled in her bare crotch.

'Come here!' Celia beckoned.

Paul's mouth dropped open and he let go of the remote control, inadvertently knocking the intensity up a few notches. Celia gasped and laughed, then took her hand from her chest and stuck it out, grabbing Paul by the arm. The next thing he knew, he was practically on top of her. His shoes splashed as he was dragged into the tank and the hand that Celia grabbed with hers was dragged, by Celia, to her chest. Paul didn't need a diagram or complicated instruction to understand what Celia wanted. His hand, along with hers, began massaging slime into her firm, round breasts.

Instinctively, Paul leant over and kissed Celia on the lips. She didn't resist him and kissed him back, their tongues briefly dancing in each other's mouths before Celia rocked back away from Paul. Paul hadn't noticed, but Celia had moved her hand away from her chest and was now gently stocking the side of Paul's leg, leaving a trail of sticky goo up his smart trousers.

'I think you're enjoying seeing this poor lady get slimed a little bit too much!' Celia grinned between deep breaths. Her hand had strayed to the huge bulge in Paul's trousers. 'Perhaps I should do something about that?'

'Perhaps' Paul replied, he straightened up and ran his messy hands through Celia's once perfectly styled dark red hair which was now matted with pie and gunge.

Slowly, Celia moved her hand to Paul's fly and gently pulled it down. It didn't take much effort for his big cock to flop out and present itself into Celia's waiting hand. Lubricated by gunge, she took hold of his member and started pumping it gently in time with the dildo going inside her. Paul groaned and flopped his head back.

'Not like this!' Celia ordered, pulling Paul cock harder so that his balls flopped out too. 'There's no way I'm letting you do this to me and for you to stay so clean!'

Paul moaned and looked down at Celia.

'I bet you're the kind of mucky pup who'd enjoy having this done to him!' Celia laughed, then pointed at a trolley of desserts at the side of the room. 'Bring me two pies, please. Select two of the biggest and best, please.'

Paul did as he was instructed, his cock and balls still hanging from his pants. 'Two pies?' he thought, 'that must be one for her and one for me!' he chuckled to himself at the prospect of pieing Celia as she was riding the dildo, but also at the thought of her enjoying sticking a pie in his face, hopefully with as much zeal as she had when she pied her daughter, Kym. He selected the pies and turned to Celia. Her sodden dress was that sticky that it sat across her tummy without her having to hold it up. She sat on the stool, the cock still pumping inside her, with her hands on her lap, tits out and legs spread wide.

'Pass me those pies.' She ordered. Paul did as he was told, once more. 'No, I want you to take a closer look at what you've done to me. I can't believe you asked me to take off my underwear for this to happen to me.'

'I can't believe you did it and how much you're enjoying it' muttered Paul.

'Quite.' She motioned her head down at her slimy fanny, the dildo still popping in and out, slime dripping and dribbling through her pubic hair.

Paul squatted down and had a good look at the sticky dildo gliding in and out of Celia. He placed his hand on the inside of Celia's thighs to steady himself, then allowed his hand to slide up her slimy, smooth legs to her crotch. He looked her in the face as she closed her eyes and bit her lip, his fingers nimbly moving around the dildo and stroking her pussy lips and clit. Paul's concentration was lost as Celia slapped a pie straight in his face, smearing the cream and goo over his goatee and glasses. He moved his hand to wipe his face and stumbled upwards into a standing position once again. He cleared his eyes just in time to see Celia slap the other pie into his exposed cock. Celia burst out laughing.

'Does that taste as good as it looks?' Celia asked. 'I had to stop you, I'm so close!'

Before Paul could utter another word (or even groan) Celia had grabbed his cock and thrust it into her mouth, almost knocking Paul off balance. She massaged his balls and sucked him hard to the rhythm of the thrusting cock. Paul's legs were between Celia's thighs and he could feel the intensity of the dildo inside her. Her thighs began to shake and spasm, she lifted her feet and wrapped them around Paul's legs, dragging him closer to her. He stroked her slimy hair and rubbed the goo down her bare skin, around her back and neck. Neither of them could take much more.

Paul bent forward over Celia and as she expertly sucked him, he noticed something trapped behind her. It was her once-white, wedding hat. He quickly scooped as much gunge into it as he could and held it above Celia's head. Celia's legs were shaking and the frantic nature of her sucking showed that she was about to cum. Paul leant back and Celia opened her eyes to look up at him. Their eyes met and Paul smiled at her. Paul upended the gunge filled hat and pushed it down onto Celia's head. Slime exploded all over Celia's face and Paul's crotch. Neither could take any more.

Celia shook fiercely as waves of pleasure shot around her body, her heels falling off her feet as her legs spasms, her pussy shaking around the still throbbing dildo. It was Paul's turn now, Celia felt him about to shudder, she rocked her head back and he pulled his cock out of her mouth, she quickly grabbed it and pumped it rhythmically and quickly. Paul groaned and shot a jet of hot spunk out straight into Celia's waiting, smiling face. Cum dripped from her face, dripping from her nose and chin mixed with the layers of gunge. It was stuck to her smiling lips, she stuck her tongue out and licked the full area of the lips as far as her tongue could reach.

Celia pushed Paul away, wiping her slimy face. 'Turn that bloody thing off!' she panted as another wave of excitement and pleasure shot around her body.

Paul laughed and stepped out of the tank, picking up the remote, he turned off the cock. It slowed down gently and retracted into the stool. Celia sat panting on the seat, her face flushed under the layers of pie and slime, her dress ruined and bunched above her crotch, her big tits still hanging out and the messy hat still dripping slime from the rim over her semi naked body.

'Oh my god!' Celia squealed as the cock disappeared into the stool once again, she looked down at her slimy, throbbing parts and moved her hand towards her aching clit. She rubbed it frantically squeezing the last pleasurable moments of her orgasm out, she arched her back and groaned loudly, her hand slithered and slid over her sticky pussy until she lifted her bum from the seat. 'Come' she rubbed her pussy furiously. 'Come and have' she was so close to coming, she was holding her orgasm in, which she knew would only intensify it. 'Have a closer look!' she beckoned him with her free hand before replacing it on her tits massaging her slimy, stiff nipples.

Paul did as she asked, his face inches away from her pussy and busy hand. He could smell her sweet pussy over the smell of the gunge and desserts. Her pussy glistened with cum, wide and pink, her fingers a blur as they rubbed frantically. He felt her hand on his head, her fingers sliding though his hair and grabbing hold of him, pushing him closer to her pussy. 'Oh Oh yes!' Celia moaned, Paul's head in place at the opening of her pussy. Paul's mouth was opened with surprise and excitement, just at the point where Celia came. She gushed, squirting cum all over Paul's face, repaying the favour from minutes before. Paul moaned, his hand inadvertently back on his cock, stroking gently as Celia shot a long stream of cum all over his face, with it dribbling down his face, matting his goatee and spraying his glasses. He couldn't argue that she tasted amazing. He too liked his lips, as Celia did when he came on her face. She gasped and looked down at Paul grinning, the waves of pleasure beginning to subside, her stream of cum just dripping from her soaking pussy.

Celia let go of Paul hair and she sank back onto the stool, the dildo slithering between her thighs but not near her throbbing parts. Paul stood up and looked at his messy suit, chuckling, then he saw his face in a reflection, gunge and cum matting his goatee and dripping from his face. He wiped his face with his sleeve. He couldn't help himself from inadvertently stroking his cock when he watch Celia cum, it had been the single most horny experience of his young lif! Their eyes met as Celia's orgasm faded. In his excitement, and to Celia's pleasure, they noticed that he had shot a load of cum all over Celia's sticky pussy. Paul quickly tucked himself away and grinned at Celia.

'You dirty boy!' Celia seemed to reprimand him and then she winked saying 'That was incredible!' Celia laughed, gathering herself together, pulling her dress up over her exposed boobs, then shuffling her dress down her sticky thighs, she cleared her throat. 'Shoes?' She asked.

'I'll get them' Paul grinned zipping up his fly. He knew Tom would approve of his next move. He located her heels on the floor outside the gunge tank. She held out her bare feet, her ankles splattered with slime and traces of goo which had invaded her heels running small streams over her arches and under her soles. Paul dipped the heels into the puddle at the bottom of the gunge tank. Celia was still adjusting her sodden dress when she felt her bare feet squish into the heels, forcing the gunge to slop out over the sides and marinade her toes and soles with sticky colourful slime. She gasped and groaned as she waggled her messy toes in her shoes.

Paul pulled her up from the stool and helped her straighten herself up. With her hat still on her head, dripping a trail of slime behind her, she took Paul by the arm and they made their way back into the main room.