Darcie's Messy Vacation
Or Countdown to Clutch Part 4

Hi, y'all! When I last left you, I was in the penalty booth during a game at our Disney World resort hotel. I'd already been drenched and pied with whipped cream pies in my brand new sundress helping Bailey try to win a giant Mickey Mouse. Even though it's soaking wet and splattered with bits of whipped cream, it still pretty much looks like this.



Will Bailey's Disney trivia knowledge save me from a messy fate? Let's find out!

With the launchers folded up, Morgan introduced round three. She said, Again the questions get tougher and the penalties get worse. Get a question wrong and your partner gets this. She very exaggeratedly pressed the demo button. I could hear a pump above the ceiling kick on and saw Rhonda on my monitor being quickly obscured by a steady stream of white slime. She was laughing as it rolled off the bill of her ball cap onto her lap.

Wait! Something about that wasn't right! Morgan declared when it stopped. I know! she reached in and took Rhonda's cap off and then hit the demo button again. Rhonda sat there with her face clenched up until it vanished under a coating of white slime. The kids watching were having a ball. I could hear Bailey giggling, probably in anticipation of me getting it.

The stream shut off. There wasn't an inch of Rhonda that wasn't coated in white slime. She gathered it from her face into her hands and flipped it out of the booth splattering both kids and Morgan. Served her right. She was enjoying this too much. (Hee, hee!)

If it was just white slime this round, they still weren't using anything that would really ruin clothes. However there were five more nozzles above in addition to the ones that the water and white slime had come from, and we still had round 4.

The last two rounds are a little different, Morgan explained. You both get the same question and write down your answers.

She gave each of them a pencil and few note cards. Rhonda brought around two little podiums and went back to her seat. The podiums were dripping slime. Morgan shook her head and pulled out a towel to wipe them clean.

All right, for fifteen points, listen carefully; what is the name of Walt Disney's very first animated star?

These were getting tougher. Many adults don't know that one. Both kids said, Mickey Mouse when the correct answer is Oswald the Lucky Rabbit.

Sorry, kids, Morgan said. Then she added with comical sadism, You know what to do!

They hit their penalty buttons and white slime poured from the ceiling. Caleb's mother squealed and then started laughing. I just sat there and giggled to myself and listened to the kids outside howling at the two ladies getting totally devastated with slime. It was pouring down my dress and overflowing at the top. Lucky it had nice sturdy straps going over the shoulders. I wonder if they've ever had a wardrobe malfunction with this game!

The kids watching got a kick out of me flinging slime out of my lap. My very slimy sundress made a perfect collector.

Neither one remembered the name of the tiger in The Jungle Book either. Time to get slimed again! I leaned my head back and threw out my arms to embrace my fate. I was getting a lot of laughs but Jim told me later that Caleb's mom just sort of sat there the first couple of times with an expression that said she wasn't sure what she'd gotten herself into.

However, have you ever seen that person at a party where people are being thrown in the pool who really doesn't want to, or maybe that person who is trying to stay clean at an outdoor event in the pouring rain when everyone else has given up and started playing around in the mud? Sometimes they get thrown in the pool or shoved into the mud and you can just see the change where the tension of resisting leaves them and they give in and have fun. That's what I saw in Caleb's mother after the third question. You see; I was able to watch this time because Bailey got it right. It was about an obscure Disney movie with Dick Van Dyke called Lt. Robin Crusoe, U.S.N. It's a guilty pleasure of Jim's because there is one scene where about fifty really pretty Polynesian girls jump into a lagoon wearing their pretty Polynesian dresses to swim after Robin. I wonder why Jim likes that scene!

Anyway, Caleb got it wrong and slimed his mom. She just sat there for a second, and then made a big sigh, breathing out through closed lips and blowing slime everywhere. That got the kids laughing. Then she slapped her arms against her sides, throwing even more slime around and finally threw her head back and took it in the face like a lady being slimed ought to, (at least according to my husband).

That put Bailey ahead, but just for one question. Caleb got the next one right but Bailey missed it to tie things up again. I still can't figure out how that little boy knew anything about The Monkey's Uncle.

I threw my head back before the slime even started pouring. I purposely let it channel down my dress and back up to overflow. The kids just thought it was funny. I thoroughly hoped that none of the parents watching noticed how I was really starting to have fun. I started hoping that Jim and I would have some alone time once this was over.

Neither one knew who starred in The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes so we both got slimed for the fifth question. I'd decided that these last rounds really weren't to score any points. They were just to let the kids destroy their parents. That was fine with me. There wasn't a single thread of my dress or my underwear that wasn't totally drenched with white slime.

You doing ok, 'Bailey's mom'? Morgan called into me.

I primped my bedraggled, slimy hair and replied, Of course, and I like this new hair product!

Well, you're going to love the last round then, Morgan teased. Kid's, why don't we see what will happen to them if you miss any of these questions.

Do we have to? Rhonda whined.

Sorry! Morgan replied and pressed the demo button. The moment I had been wondering about finally arrived. Creamy green slime poured from a ceiling nozzle and splattered over Rhonda the stooge. She shook her head from side to side, shrugged her shoulders and gave herself over to look up into the falling slime. She held her arms up in a Why me? pose, but something told me that this job was not really such a chore for her. It definitely wouldn't be for me!

I started to really get excited about Bailey blowing answers in the next round which was guaranteed to be the hardest one. My only worry was that she really wanted to win. I needn't have worried. These questions were impossible for anybody! At least they were for little kids.

In the TV show Zorro, what actor played Zorro? Morgan asked.

Who is Zorro? Caleb asked.

Him mom started to loudly laugh and turned her face toward the ceiling and held her arms open wide as if to invite the inevitable sliming. Bailey looked as equally perplexed so I mimicked Caleb's mom's pose.

I don't think they have much faith in you, Morgan said. Doesn't that make you want to do something?

Both little kids giggled and hit their penalty buttons immediately bathing both of us in a total covering of green slime. I felt myself getting more and more excited. I let the green slime roll down my cleavage and overflow my bra. I may as well make sure everything gets ruined. Although the light green slime might still wash out.

That should teach them, Morgan said. Now maybe they'll have a little more faith in you to answer this question: Which of the original Mouseketeers went on to be a regular on The Lawrence Welk Show?

Lawrence Welk Show! What kid has even heard of the guy? I only knew of him because my grandparents used to watch the old reruns! Aw come on! I shouted, laughter cracking through the voice I was trying to sound annoyed with. Yeah, I didn't care about getting slimed. Hell, I wanted to get slimed! What kid even knows who that is?

I know, right? Morgan bubbled back to me, channeling her inner ditz. I mean, who writes this stuff?

Well if anyone doubted that this round was nothing but an excuse to let kids slime their parents, they had to be convinced with that question.

You guys have no idea? Morgan asked, giving them one last chance to guess. Both kids simply shook their heads. Bailey was grinning at me.

Well, you know what to do then, Morgan said and the kids hit their buttons. This time we were both showered in a rich, creamy coat of pink slime. It went so well with the formerly white areas of my sundress. I gave in to the concept that everything I was wearing was officially toast now. I never cared anyway, but this time I especially didn't. They were only clothes. We came on this trip to let the girls have fun and right now they were all having a blast watching me get destroyed over and over. Go ahead! Slime me all you want!

I don't know if Caleb's mom was as into it as I was, but she was definitely being a good sport about it. Questions three and four were as ridiculously impossible for little kids to answer. After the third one, we both ended up wearing a lovely shade of light blue slime and if I would have had any hope of salvaging my sundress, it would have been dashed by the bright red slime that poured out over both of us when the kids had no idea who played Captain Nemo in 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. I started to rub the slime into my clothes well. Caleb's mom saw me and did the same with her bathing suit and then smeared it deep into her hair. I followed her lead on that and we had the whole crowd laughing.

Wow! They certainly are being good sports after being soaked, pied and slimed so many times, Morgan said, but we still have a tie. Maybe we can break it with this last question.

Hey! I think you can answer this one! she exclaimed. You don't even have to write it down. 'What is the world's best place to have fun?'

DISNEY WORLD! both Bailey and Caleb shouted in unison.

That's absolutely right! Morgan replied. But I wonder what would have happened if you got it wrong. She winked at the kids and they knew just what to do. Both of them pressed their penalty buttons anyway. I acted disgusted and crossed my arms while rich, dark purple slime rolled over me and obscured me to the world. Caleb's mom got the same.

Well we still have a tie, Morgan said as one of the off duty lifeguards who had been on the sidelines brought a giant Mickey Mouse from behind the booth. How are we going to figure out who gets the prize?

Sudden death! someone in the pool watching the game shouted.

No, not 'sudden death', Morgan scolded. We can't very well give you each half a Mickey. Maybe you two can share it if you live close enough together. Bailey, where are you from.

Texas! Bailey answered proudly. It warms me to see her think of it as her home now.

What about you, Caleb?

Pennsylvania, he replied.

Well that's not close at all, Morgan said, appearing to ponder. The lifeguard slipped back behind the booth. We'll just have to give you both a grand prize!

The lifeguard reappeared with another giant Mickey. They were nearly as big as the kids. Both of their eyes got very wide.

Thanks for playing and we also need to give our mom's something for playing and Rhonda something for helping me.

I'm not sure what Caleb's mom was thinking, but I knew what our something probably was. It was immediately confirmed when Morgan motioned with a wink and a bob of her head for the kids to join her back at the booth. She whispered something to both of them and then nodded. She pressed the demo button and the kids both pressed their penalty buttons. All six nozzles over all three of us suddenly came to life raining down a colorful rainbow of white and colored slime. I just sat there and laughed and listened to the cheers and laughter from the crowd. This was now my favorite part of the trip and all it cost me was a brand new sundress!

That's not fair! I heard Caleb's mom scream. I didn't see it at the time on my monitor thanks to the slime in my eyes, but Jim caught it all on his phone. When he showed me the video, he said if she hadn't been wearing a bathing suit, she could have been my doppelganger. She comically slapped her sides, splattering many colors of slime and then yelled, That's not fair! She pouted out her lower lip and crossed her arms in front of herand sat there taking it like any good fun mom should.

Let's hear it for our two moms! Morgan said once the slime had stopped. She motioned for us to come out of our booths. We emerged along with Rhonda and all laughed at our devastated appearance. It was nearly automatic; we had to start hugging. First Caleb's mom and I hugged. Then she hugged Rhonda and then I hugged Rhonda. We all turned to look at Morgan. She put her hands up comically and shook her head and tried to back away, but we all caught her in a three-way slimy hug.

Ooooo! she said to the crowd with an exaggerated pout. She wasn't as slimy as we were, but it would do and I'm sure it wasn't the first time.

Thanks for playing along, Rhonda told both of us. You really made this game.

I wasn't sure what to expect, Caleb's mom said, but once I got wrecked, I figured I may as well enjoy it.

I had a ball, I said. Can I volunteer for tomorrow?

We were all laughing together when four of the off-duty lifeguards came walking over each carrying a stack of one-gallon buckets.

We can't let these four run around the resort like this, can we, kids? a cute female lifeguard cried out. C'mon and help us clean 'em up!

Rhonda and Morgan pulled Charlotte, (I finally learned her name) and me into a line between the two of them. The lifeguards passed out the buckets and everyone around started bombarding us with water from the pool, and you better believe Jim, Paula, Carly, Bailey and my mom and dad all got their hands on one! We all started making faces at everyone, daring them to hit us in the face. I got so much water up my nose, but I couldn't help myself! It must be the submissive in me. I love baiting people like that and then getting what I have coming to me.

When the guards thought we were sufficiently rinsed, they left us with one final hilarious indignity. Four of them stepped up to us with full buckets and dumped them over our heads and left the buckets there.

Strike a pose, Rhonda said. I turned slightly, put my hands on my hips and bent one knee out. Mom got a picture of the four bucket heads all posing together.

All four of us hugged again and Morgan and Rhonda went about putting the games equipment away.

You look wonderful, Jim said and snapped another picture. He was standing by the pool. I took his phone and shoved him in.

A lady lifeguard who was right next to us leaned over and said, I should blow the whistle at you, but he deserved it, and wiggled up her nose in a snicker.

Oh, he doesn't mind, I replied. As if in answer, he climbed out and kissed me. I was hoping to do a lot more with him.

Mom seemed to sense that. Why don't you two go back and get ready to go to Typhoon Lagoon and just meet us over there? she suggested. The girls and your dad and I are already wet. I don't see a need to change.

Come on, girls, she said coaxing them out of the pool. You can leave Mickey in our room until we get back.

I love your family, Jim said when they were out of earshot. Gesturing to my destroyed and worn-only-once sundress, he added, You going to try to salvage that?

I looked down and snickered. I think it's hopeless, I replied. Buy me a new one and I'll let you put it out of its misery.

Deal, he replied. Go ahead to the room and wait for me.

He ran over to the towel rack and grabbed four. He ran back and tossed two at me and proceeded to dry himself off. Then he headed off toward the food court.

I started walking toward the room. Yes, I endured a lot of odd looks as I walked soaking wet with my sundress dyed all the colors of slime that I'd endured. I knew by how much had run between my tits that my white underwear fared no better. My clothes were wasted, but I'd created another memory with Bailey whom I loved dearly. Even if I hadn't enjoyed it so much, hearing her giggling at Mommy the stoogette would have been worth it.

I walked through our quiet pool area and endured even more odd stares, all except for one little boy. He sat on the side of the pool dangling his feet in the water and just grinned at me, never breaking eye contact. I was already a spectacle. It wouldn't hurt to make a bigger one of myself.

I winked at the little boy and made a sharp turn, walking straight into the six-foot deep part of the pool, dress, sandals and all. My dress shot up when I hit the water so anyone swimming under the surface would have had a front row view of my panties. They were white (at least they started out white), but pretty thick so they wouldn't have given anyone more of a show than bikini bottoms and there were plenty of those around the pools.

I surfaced and treaded water facing the little boy who was laughing now. Oops! I guess I should watch where I'm going! I bubbled in my best ditz.

I saw a woman I presumed to be his mother give me a sideways glance, but she didn't say anything. I guess she recognized a stoogette when she saw one.

I climbed up the ladder and stopped on the top rung. Remember to be careful around pools, I cautioned and stepped out to continue on to the room.

My little stunt in the pool meant I didn't have to wait long for Jim. He came in with a bag from the bakery in the food court. He pulled out five very elaborately decorated cream pies. The first two were chocolate and the cream on top was drizzled with chocolate syrup and they had halved Oreos stuck into them. The next was a strawberry cream and the third was a blackberry cream. Both of them had fruit sauce drizzled across the top. The fifth one was a chocolate, peanut butter pie. It was a peanut butter cream with chocolate chunks topped with whipped cream, chocolate sauce and peanut butter sauce.

The lady at the bakery thinks I'm crazy, he said.

Well aren't you? You married me, I replied.

Jim continued to relate his story. She couldn't believe that I wanted five whole pies or that I was in such a hurry to get them that I had to come into the food court soaking wet. I just told her it was a long story.

How much were they? I asked.

Don't ask, he shot back. Jim quickly stripped out of his Mickey golf shirt and cargo shorts down to his boxers.

Stepping into the bathroom and then into the shower, I asked, And what do you intend to do with such meticulously decorated expensive pies?

This! Jim said and wasted no time heaving the first chocolate cream straight into my face. It was such a welcome plastering too! The whipped cream pies were fun, but I'd so much rather have my sweet Yankee totally devastate my features with something gooey and sticky.

Ooooo! Don't stop! I urged. I want you to wreck me.

I'm just getting started, he replied.

Most of the Oreos were still intact and on the floor of the tub. Jim picked up a handful and crushed some into my scalp and let the rest run down between my tits. Chocolate cookie crumbs and cream filling settled in my bra.

Jim reached out of the door to the vanity sink and picked up both the blackberry cream and strawberry cream.

Pie me again, I seductively whispered.

Jim raised both of them up and sandwiched me. Mmmmm! I moaned while he used the pans to smear the fruity contents, whipped cream and crust well into both sides of my face and my hair in the back. I felt fruit filling dropping down both my front and my back. Yes, Momma like! I purred when chucks of blackberries and strawberries fell down to join the pieces of Oreo in my bra.

I blinked my eyes open to smile at him through the sticky glop. I thought playing the game got my motor running. I was getting hornier by the second.

Wait here, he said with a wink and stepped out of the bathroom.

Hurry back, I said in a sultry voice. Pie slut wants more.

He stepped out and right back in again with a grocery bag from the chain back home we shop at. The bag fell over and out fell about a half dozen bottles of chocolate syrup and another half dozen of strawberry.

I love a man who comes prepared, I gasped. Even if my sundress wasn't already ruined, he could have drenched me with every one of them. I wanted messy devastation and I wanted it now!

He opened one chocolate and one strawberry, lifted them over my head and squeezed. I felt the heavy liquid pour over my hair and down my face. It ran over my sundress and I couldn't help but smear it in deep.

When those were empty, he opened two more. He held them upside down in front of me and began emptying both the chocolate and strawberry down my dress.

Such a generous gentleman, I said seductively.

The syrup tickled a little running between my tits. It filled up my bra and overflowed it and I gasped when the stream went on down over my stomach and then between my legs. My saturated panties were already forming a pronounced camel toe against my aroused pussy. The syrup flowing through my panties only increased my horniness.

Those bottles ran out and he grabbed two more. Now I get to have some fun, he said. He opened them and handed them to me. Then he got two more and stepped into the tub with me. He pinned me to the shower tile with a kiss and we both lifted our bottles over the other's head and squeezed. I twirled my bottles around so he would have both flavors running down all of him. I moved my face around and shoved my tongue into a syrup-filled ear.

I love you, you messy, horny bastard, I whispered.

I love you too, you messy bitch.

Politically incorrect? Are you kidding? I love being called filthy names during sex with Jim. It gets worse from me. Just wait!

The bottles ran out and Jim pulled up my dress and started to massage my clit through the messy panties. He began kissing my neck. I wanted more there. I was his messy submissive rag doll now.

Go ahead and mark me, I gasped, suddenly realizing that I was so horny that him just stroking me through my panties was close to getting me off. Mark me as your messy bitch.

The whole family's here, he stopped gently kissing my neck long enough to say.

I wanted it anyway. I'm pretty sure they all knew we had sex. I want them all to know I'm your messy cunt, I whispered.

Are you sure? he asked. He usually wasn't this timid. He usually did whatever he wanted and I just let him get away with it.

Go ahead! I gasped. Show them whose whore I am! OH! OH!

And the orgasm hit me. The ecstasy was doubled when I felt his gentle kiss become suction. I tilted my head to give him unrestricted access. Hey, I'd asked for it. I ran my hands through Jim's gloppy hair.

I stopped moaning and jerked back from his touch that I couldn't take anymore. He grabbed my sundress in the front with both hands. Bye, I thought as I heard the fabric tear. It tore open straight down the front to the elastic waist and then ripped around my left side along the top of the elastic.

Hmmm, he said and I started laughing. He grabbed the elastic in the front with one hand and the bottom half of the skirt with the other and pulled. I shrieked and cackled even louder at the sound of more tearing fabric. He ripped the bottom half away from the elastic all the way around me. With nothing to hold it up, the bottom dropped into the tub, now nothing more than a wet, slimy rag.

You're not done yet! I teased, flipping the ripped open top half at him. It was a simple thing however for him to rip the elastic waist from the top half as easily as he did the bottom. I let the ripped top fall from my shoulders and he pulled the elastic down my legs.

I knew no dress could outwit you! I teased. His cock pitched a tent straight our through boxers now drenched in chocolate and strawberry sauce.

Now to have some real fun, he said and picked up two more bottles of syrup. He set the chocolate down and pulled open my panties in the front. We'll add some flavoring.

He squeezed the entire bottle of strawberry down my panties and followed that up with chocolate. His intentions were clear. But he had one more thing to do first. Once the chocolate was empty, he grabbed the cups of my terminally stained bra and ripped and then pulled the straps off my shoulders, yanking the ruined lingerie down around my stomach. He carefully stepped out of the tub and picked up the peanut butter pie.

Hey! What 'cha gonna do with that? I baited.

Splat! I made a little grunting noise as the pie exploded into my tits from my sweet hubby's practiced pie arm. It stung a little, but that never bothers me.

So many sweet desserts, I said as I rubbed the peanut butter cream and chocolate over my tits, shoulders, arms and stomach, you couldn't be more considerate.

He entered the tub again, set down the two last bottles of syrup and grabbed the slimed crotch of my panties. He gave a yank and they gave way to completely destroy my last shred of clothing.

Back on my knees, he said and knelt down. I backed up against the tile and grabbed the requisite assist bar that all hotels had in their tubs for support before spreading my legs open and letting him shove his tongue into my candied pussy.

Oh, Jim! I moaned. Yeah, I know it's clich but it felt so good to have him back in there. We'd had one other evening of alone time but the sex was more conventional and a lot less messy.

I rubbed pie and topping sauce from my body and smeared it in his hair. It didn't bother him one bit. Then he grunted and gestured at the bottle of chocolate and the bottle of strawberry syrup. I opened them and squeezed out about half over his head and then half over mine. I love being his messy whore.

His practiced tongue made quick work of my over-stimulated pussy and put me over for a second time, and then a third!

That's enough! I said, giggling uncontrollably. Time for me to get a treat.

Just a second, he said before diving back in. He rubbed his whole face around it, stuck his nose up in it and then took a last lick with his tongue. I wonder where he got that idea! Finally, he puckered up and gave my pussy a long kiss. And you thought I was the only one to do submissive stuff in this marriage!

We switched positions and I knelt while he stood. He picked up the final chocolate cream pie and held it while I reduced his boxer shorts to shreds. He didn't have a lap so we couldn't do the pie trick very well so he just placed one hand behind my face to hold my head steady and smashed the pie into my face with the other.

Thank you, I whispered and without clearing anything, blinked my eyes open and went to work on his cock. First I held it with my hand and worked the head with my tongue playfully until I heard him breathing heavy and moaning happily. Then I got more aggressive and did something I had never tried. I shoved his cock into the side of my mouth and worked it with the inside of my cheek. Based on the deep gasped he emitted and his breathy, Oh, yeah, I think he liked it.

I alternated teasing him in those two ways until he was just a rock in my mouth. Then I went for it and swallowed him until his hair patch tickled my nose and his throbbing head was raking the top of my throat. I was a certified deep throat whore by now and damned proud of it. It didn't matter if I was blowing him or he had my face pinned for a good old fashioned face fucking. I could swallow all of him for however long it took him to get off.

I had picked up a good rhythm and was bobbing the full length of his cock for all I was worth.

OH! Don't let up! he moaned, hanging onto the assist bar in the tub to stay on his feet with one hand and tangling my glop-matted hair with the other.

Let up? And miss out on the chance for a big mouthful of hot, juicy cum? Never in a million years!

And I didn't let up, either. After a couple more minutes, Jim gasped out, Oh! Shit! and I felt him jerk. I backed off so he wouldn't just shoot it down my throat and make me miss out. I pumped his cock with my lips to get every drop of my sweet reward.

One of these days I'm going to want to get pregnant and I'm going to have to give this up for a while. Although I hear it's good for morning sickness once you are pregnant. Delayed gratification!

Anyway, I held him in my hand and licked the head a couple of times to make sure I got it all and then smiled up at him just holding his jizz in my mouth.

Fuck! You are my messy whore, aren't you? he said.

I winked and let him see a very exaggerated swallow to take his load down and replied, And don't you ever, ever forget it, either!

We didn't have to go far to get cleaned up since we were already in the shower. After getting ourselves and the bathroom cleaned up, we got dressed for Typhoon Lagoon and then dumped the remnants of our ruined clothes in the dumpster on the way out.

In case you were wondering, I wore the workout tank that I'd ended up in the pool wearing the night before (so I'd match the girls) and a pair of blue nylon cargo shorts with the drawstrings at the bottom of the leg. It wasn't my usual choice for swimwear, but I didn't want to push things, plus both items were slick which meant more speed on water slides.

The rest of our vacation wasn't nearly this eventful. We all managed to find ways to get wet every day, usually more than once, but not messy like this again and no one paid any attention to my hicky. Oh, and I did get a new sundress. It had a cute Hawaiian pattern with Mickey heads. Yes, it ended up in the pool one night but it lives to be worn today. We headed home again after a week and a half and this time Jim and I actually got to stay at the motel with the lake. But the real fun that I've been promising everyone who stuck with me begins in the next chapter. See you then!