Darcie Meets Clutch
Hey, guys! Well after my epic-length prelude, how about a story that after just a little lead in gets right to the messy, sexy part and you get to see just how far my fellow stoogettes and I are willing to go to entertain the boys? If you thought ladies showing off their diving skills in Halloween costumes for the boys or guests at a wet wedding ending up in their underwear with most of the ladies topless seemed a little Parallel Universe for this series, you ain't seen nothin' yet!
Well as you recall, Jim won this contest he entered while he was in Houston for work that gave him a private party in a suite at a Houston Rockets game on the home game night of his choice, (as long as a suite was available). It also had a generous allowance for our choice of catering and entertainment and would include a visit from Clutch the Rockets mascot midway through the first half.
Now for those of you unfamiliar with Clutch from Rockets games or from his many antics on You Tube, he is famous for hitting people wearing opponents' jerseys in the face with sheet cakes. It's usually staged and the person wearing the jersey is in on the gag, but he's been known to do it on a dare once or twice to someone. One of those times is on You Tube where he pretended to trip and plastered a lady whose boyfriend had told them it was her birthday. A big cuddly bear who hits people with cakes: That got the little wheels in this WAM princess's head turning! I told Jim to let me handle everything.
Our guest list was small: Beth and Steven, Debbie and Robert, Kellie and Johnny, (who weren't yet Mr. and Mrs. at the time), Olivia and Jared and Ashley and Pete. We included Ash and Pete because like Jim, Pete was from the mid-west where for some ungodly reason basketball is as popular or more so than football (the real American past time). Also Ashley had sort of become part of the team at Extreme Bridal Video after helping with Mom's shoot. I knew she would also never forgive me if I didn't let her give Pete a big eyeful of what I had planned. Them coming also made it an even six couples which made something that wasn't planned possible. Of course it was also her idea. However I am getting ahead of myself. I called all the girls together who live in town and got Liv on a speaker phone to tell them of my plan.
Do you think they'll let us do that? Debbie asked. Funny how when I suggested my plan, which I am not going ruin the surprise by telling you yet, no one thought it was crazy. The only concern was whether I thought Houston's management would go for it.
It never hurts to ask, Kellie said. I once did a wedding shoot for a couple who went down to Sea World San Antonio and got them to let them do a trash the dress shoot with both of them riding on Shamu's back. That must have been before Shamu started attacking trainers.
Everyone in then? I asked.
Are you kidding? Ashley exclaimed. Pete's gonna love this!
The next day I called the Houston Rockets events office and told them our plans for the party.
You want to do what now? the lady on the other end of the phone asked.
I explained the entire plan to her again.
Let me talk to someone, she said and put me on hold.
The manager of special events came on and asked me to explain it again.
Well, we don't usually get requests for that sort of thing, he replied. The 'Clutch' portion happens once in a while for a private party, but you're sure you want to use the catering budget on that?
Serious as a heart attack, I replied.
Hmmm, he pondered. How about I offer you this: We'll have Clutch come in and do just as you ask and then you can have the rest of it too and we'll even clean it all up if you all will sign a waiver of liability and let us film Clutch's visit for our promotional department.
So he gets stoogettes instead of having to pay stooges to face off with Clutch. Sounded fair to me. Deal! I replied.
Great, I'll email you the forms and you can sign and scan them back in or mail them back.
Now we fast forward past Labor Day and Kellie's engagement and past October and the second best wet wedding I've ever been to. (Mine reigns supreme.)
Let me sidebar for a second. I need all of you out there in WAM Story Archive Land to push for wet weddings to become the norm. Everyone always has a blast. Except for a few killjoys, who doesn't enjoy jumping in a pool fully clothed once in a while, WAM fan or not? Let the guys wear washable dress slacks and the bride's dress and bridesmaid's dresses can be that nylony stuff that looks like satin but is more durable. Have a nice serious ceremony and then everyone into the pool at the reception. The killjoys can wear their swim suits. Just don't let them in the pictures!
Anyway we're past Halloween and into November and the Rockets are playing the Mavericks at home. We caravanned down the Saturday morning of the game and checked into our hotel. For the past month I had been doing double-duty planning this and Kellie's wedding reception. Half of my work had already paid off and I was ready to enjoy this as much as the wedding. I had been on the phone with multiple bakeries blowing our catering budget. (Come on now! I'm not really giving anything away, am I?) I also looked up a party rental place and you won't believe what I found!
We let the guys get ready first and told them all to wait in the hotel lobby for us. Then we got dressed in very smokin' hot dresses. Mine, Beth's and Debbie's were all the same style in different colors. They had a full zipper front. Mine was silver, Beth's was black and Debbie's was blue.
Ashley's zipped all the way down too but it looked like a scuba outfit. Kellie and Olivia had what I called bra dresses because that is what the halter looked like. I'll include the back of Liv's so you can see what I mean.
Incidentally, I bought one of the bra dresses for myself in purple. We'll see how long it lasts before a certain Yankee finds some way to cover me in something sweet and slimy wearing it.
We strapped on strappy sandals with clear acrylic stiletto heels and headed down to the lobby together.
Goddamn! Jim exclaimed a little too loudly. That is what you're wearing to the game?
Mmmm Hmmm, I purred, rubbing my hands up and down my silver skin-tight dress. It goes without saying that dresses this tight just begged to be worn with thongs and nothing else.
Oh, wait. We forgot something, I said. All six of us reached into our purses and pulled out Dallas Mavericks jerseys and put them on.
Oh, you are not wearing a Mavericks jersey in Houston! Robert exclaimed. Haven't you ever seen what Clutch the Bear does to people who do that?
Oh, don't be silly! Olivia replied. That's all staged. He doesn't do that to people just off the street!
We carpooled to the stadium in the Suburban and Robert's Honda Pilot. I'd say our outfits caused a little bit of a stir when we arrived at the valet parking entrance. Now I'm not one of those kinds of women who dresses like a slut and then gets mad when guys notice and make comments or whistle. I only do it when I'm with my hubby anyway so it's not like any of them scare me. But one that I heard I had to respond to.
Hey! How much did those dates cost tonight? a guy yelled.
More than you're able to pay! I yelled right back.
We were shown to our suite and a rather cute hostess in a gray pinstripe business suit and pumps with gray hose and her brunette hair up in a bun showed us around. She reminded me of me from my hotel days.
Here is the spread you ordered, she said, gesturing to a large selection of Jimmy John's sandwiches, chips and two liter drinks, oh and alcohol; we did get alcohol: Beers, coolers and pre-made margaritas.
All that money for catering and you asked for Jimmy John's? Jim asked.
Well, we used most of the catering budget for a little surprise for you, I replied.
Jen, the hostess went on: Clutch will be up here mid-way through the first half. The room is yours for the entire game of course. And don't worry about people in the stadium seeing in here. The glass is one-way. She winked in my direction. I suppose as our hostess she had to know what we were planning.
What's over there? Pete asked, pointing to an area cordoned off by a black drape.
Don't you worry about that, Sweetie Pete. It's all part of a big surprise! Ashley replied.
The game started and the Rockets jumped out to an early lead. The Mavericks just didn't seem to have their heads in it. My family really only cares about the Cowboys anyway. Texas is a football state as far as I'm concerned, (and by football I mean great big guys tackling each other over the oblong ball, not guys in shorts kicking a ball around).
I don't know what Jim was complaining about the Jimmy John's sandwiches for. Our guys are pretty simple when it comes to feeding them and they were a big hit. Even though the Maverick's were losing, it was fun watching snuggled up next to my sweet Yankee. Right on schedule though, Jen brought Clutch with her.
Our mascot wants to meet all of you! she declared.
We got up and headed to the center of the room. The guys watched a little perplexed as we six ladies lined up in a row, me, Ashley, Beth, Debbie, Olivia and Kellie. Clutch came in accompanied by a cameraman filming everything and saw us all lined up wearing our Mavericks jerseys over our hot little dresses and pretended to throw a fit. He pointed at Jen and then pointed at the hallway.
Calm down, Clutch, Jen said, trying hard to suppress a laugh. I'm sure they just didn't know.
Clutch continued to point at her and then to the hall as if telling her to go get something out there.
What's the problem? I asked putting on the ditz.
AhClutch doesn't allow anyone to wear an opponent's jersey in our house, she explained.
Ha! Told you! Robert shouted. The guys were beginning to realize the gag, if they hadn't figured it out a long time ago. We are all their WAM Princesses after all.
Jen kept up the act. I supposed if you all took them off, he might calm down, she said.
Sorry, but we love our Mavericks, even if they are losing, I replied.
Clutch crossed his arms and started to shake. With a sweeping motion he stuck his arm straight out to point at the door, looking straight at Jen.
Well, I tried to warn you, she said and stepped outside. Clutch started to jump around excitedly.
Jen returned with a cart loaded with twenty-one quarter sheet cakes. They were well-decorated with flowers and icing trim around the top and bottom edges. The guys all started to laugh, all but Pete. He was standing there slack-jawed. I bet he was thinking he didn't believe his luck. For one reason or another, except for that one time at his apartment with just me, he hadn't been around when Ashley got messy with the rest of us, like Beth's or Mom's trash the dress. He was going to get all five of us tonight.
Clutch and Jen both stepped up to me. Clutch picked up a cake covered in gooey white whipped cream icing. He balanced the cake in one hand and held up one finger with the other one.
What's he saying? I asked.
I think he's giving you one more chance to take off the jerseys, Jen replied.
I felt my heart pounding harder and harder. Oh god, I wanted this so badly. I assumed my hot model pose with my hands on my hips and one knee bent slightly forward and answered, Nope. Not gonna happen.
I wonder if Clutch ever saw as big a smile as mine on one of his victims. He raised the cake and shoved it forward in one motion so it would not fall off the cardboard. I think he even managed to toss it. Thick white icing and rich, moist and sticky devils food exploded over my face, tits and hair. I grunted on impact but moaned a little afterward and felt my thong start to moisten.
WHOA-HO! OH SHIT! HA! I heard and also heard other cakes plastering other girls in sexy dresses and Mavericks jerseys. He was just plastering Debbie who squealed like a little girl when he nailed her as I opened my eyes, then Olivia and finally, with an exaggerated wind up, Kellie.
The guys were laughing their asses off at us standing there covered in cake. And why shouldn't they? Getting caked is funny! But getting caked again for not learning your lesson is even funnier!
Clutch and Jen pulled the cart back up the line to me. He wants to know if you're ready to take off that jersey now, Jen stated.
Never in a million years, I shot back.
SPLAT! I got it with a fine white cake this time. It was very similar to the cake I wore on my wedding day. I'm becoming quite the connoisseur of cake in my face and I am very particular. It needs to stick. If it all falls off, what's the point?
I cleared my eyes and slapped my messy hands against the sides of my dress. It would have a lot more crap on it by the time we were done.
Clutch and Jen moved to Ashley and asked her if she would take off the jersey and she also refused and they plastered her, and on down the line. We looked at each other and giggled.
Jen and Clutch came back to me. I wonder if anyone who came with you is offended by your jerseys, she said and then turning to the guys who were still laughing at us, asked, Anyone?
Jim jumped right up at the chance. I still like the Pacers, he said to me and slammed another chocolate cake in my face. Now, I was really getting wet with the Yankee getting into the act.
Jim motioned to Pete who came over with a little more reluctance, but didn't hesitate to grab a cake. I still like the Cavaliers, he declared and shoved a fine white cake in a broadly smiling Ashley's face. If there is another woman on this earth who enjoys getting sweet sticky stuff shoved into her face by her man more than me, she was standing right next to me at that moment.
Steven picked up a cake and faced Beth who was fighting to suppress the giggles. I suppose you don't like the Mavericks either, she snapped.
Nope, Spurs, he replied and smashed the fine white cake hard in her face. She grunted, but I saw her knees buckle a little. We had gotten wet and muddy a lot in college, but like me, Beth didn't really know why we liked it so much until getting introduced to the concept of WAM. I told her after the first night Jim devastated me with pies. Now she doesn't want to be anything other than Steven's sexy stoogette.
Robert walked up to Debbie with a cake. What about you? Jen asked him.
Thunder, was all he said and shoved the chocolate cake hard into his waiting wife's face.
Jared was next. He picked up a cake and said, We're from Texarkana. I'm for the Memphis Grizzlies, and plastered Olivia hard with the chocolate cake. She was smiling that same blissful, submissive smile I saw during both her drown the gown photo session and the trash the dress video. She is my greatest success story. I sometimes wonder if I saved their marriage when I helped her learn that if you love a guy, and he loves you and he's good man with a good conscience, you simply let him have his fun with you and be his willing victim and it all comes back to you tenfold.
Johnny stepped up to Kellie with a cake. I thought you liked the Dallas Mavericks, she said with a pouty lip.
I do, Johnny replied, but when in Rome
SPLAT! He got a little air behind the cake, giving it a short toss to explode into crumbles of white icing and fine white cake.
There are still three left, I said.
So there are, Jen said, trying to sound nervous but obviously putting on an act. Well Clutch has to go now, she added, attempting to push the cart with one hand and Clutch with the other. I saw the cameraman was still shooting. We weren't done.
Clutch started gesturing to us and throwing his hands up in the air.
What's he want now? Jim asked.
I think he wants to know just who let them in here wearing the Mavericks jerseys, she said.
Clutch nodded in agreement.
Jen began, Well technically that was me, but
SPLAT! Clutch swept up a white cake and let Jen have it in one motion. It exploded all over her face, up into her pulled down hair and all down the front of her jacket and (somewhat short) skirt.
Clutch! Wait! she begged with her hands out in front of her, but Clutch swept up a chocolate and hammered her again. I could see the slightest hint of a grin on her face when the cardboard fell.
There was just one cake left. Oh, fine! she shouted in defeat and placed her hands on her hips to wait for Clutch to plaster her with the last fine white cake.
All twelve of us were cracking up at this obviously-planned exchange. Even the cameraman was starting to chuckle. Jen wiped cake down her face with both hands and placed her hands to her sides which of course smeared it on her skirt. I was starting to wonder if Jen was one of us and I would soon get my answer.
With as much all business demeanor that a woman covered in cake could muster, she asked the cameraman, Did you get everything you needed?
And then some! he said, laughed at Jen again and left.
Oddly enough, Jen sort of took me aside and asked, Would you mind if we stayed for a minute to show you the rest of your party supplies?
Go right ahead, I said. I was betting her show wasn't over.
Clutch, we can't leave yet, she said out loud. We have to go over the things we brought them up for their party.
She stepped over and pulled back the black drape. Behind it was what we blew most of the catering budget on: Eight tables, each laden with twenty-five pies. That's two hundred of them for the mathematically challenged. Every one of them was a bakery pie too!
But that wasn't all. Next to the tables was something I had no earthly idea I could rent from a party place before I found it on line: An extra large dunk tank with a seat large enough for two and filled to the top with creamy pink slime. That's right! Slime! And not the runny gunge type you see on so many internet sites. It was thick, creamy cake batter slime.
Now I don't know what you wanted with so many pies, but here they are, Jen said. I'm just glad that Clutch only likes to throw cakes.
SPLAT! Clutch swept up a banana cream and decked Jen with it. She emitted a loud Mlfph! as it hit her hard and exploded out all over her hair and down her jacket.
I thought you didn't like throwing pies! she protested.
SPLAT! Clutch plastered her with a blackberry cream.
Jen wiped her face with both hands and then placed her messy hands on her hips. I was getting really horny watching her.
Oh well, I guess he does now, she said with a ditzy tone. Clutch responded by tossing a chocolate cream in her face.
Jen's suit was totally ruined now. Ok! That's enough! she said, wiping the contents of her face down to her jacket with one hand. Clutch already had a pie in his hand. He held up one finger and shook the pie to ask if he could do one more.
No-o, Jen responded.
Clutch looked down and rocked back and forth doing the mascot pout. Jen got that grin on her face that I described in the last story as the kind a mother gets when she catches her little boy in the cookie jar and then goes ahead and lets him have it. Ok, one more, she relented.
SPLAT! Clutch decked her with a cherry cream.
Clutch was jumping with his hands over his mouth doing the mascot laugh. Jen cleared her face one more time and simply wiped her hands all over her jacket and skirt. Well, since he's ruined this outfit, I may as well take a chance with showing you how to do this dunk tank safely.
We had all been on enough dunk tanks to already know. Jen climbed up the back steps. Be careful climbing up, she said. We wouldn't want you to fall in prematurely. She got to the side platform. When you get here, simply slide yourself onto the bench, she continued, and keep your hands in your lap.
The bottoms of Jen's shoes just skimmed the surface of the pink slime. Clutch picked up one of the balls left by the tank.
Watch out! Pete cautioned.
Oh, I'm not worried, Jen said. Clutch tossed the ball and it went nowhere near the target. He tried two more with as little success while she continued, Clutch may throw cakes well, but he can't throw balls very well.
Clutch threw up his hands in defeat. Ha, ha. I finally got you! Jen jeered. Clutch turned around and rushed the target. Clutch! No! Jen screamed just before the seat dropped from underneath her and the well-pied business suited hostess disappeared under the surface of the pink slime.
Ashley and I both let out a little moan when we saw her surface as a human-shaped pink blob. She turned her back to us to climb out of the tank and I could see her body shaking as she laughed. She came down the ladder and stepped out in front of the tank, pink slime rolling from the hem of her skirt and her entire body covered.
At least it rinsed the pie off, she said before Clutch let her have it with one last banana cream. One day I'll learn, she said.
Everyone was laughing and cheering her. She came over to me as Clutch headed for the door. Thanks for letting us share that, she said. That's my boyfriend playing Clutch and he helped me set this up tonight. We thought it looked like so much fun.
Won't you get in trouble running around like that? I asked.
Nah, I get caked by Clutch all the time at private parties. The rest of this isn't much more. Have fun!
She wrung pie out of her hair, smoothed as much slime as she could off her suit and hose, wrapped herself in a towel and headed out, closing the door behind her.
While her demonstration was unexpected, it was truly welcome, especially to the guys. It still left us nearly two hundred pies. It was time for our little show to begin!
That mean ol' bear ruined our jerseys, Olivia pouted. May as well get out of them. Liv pulled the jersey over her head and tossed it to the floor. Man, oh man, she filled out that silver bra dress. The rest of us yanked off our jerseys and tossed them. We also looked muy hot in our dress selections. I didn't set out to have friends and a sister who were all stacked. It just worked out that way.
Ashley had asked me if she could just get clobbered when we started out, so we planned a little skit. I got the first one, though. She faced me next to the pie table and Beth stood behind her.
I'm sure glad they stopped hitting us with cakes, I said.
Really? Ashley asked and swept a blackberry cream off the table and shoved it straight into my face. What a caring sister to pie me with my favorite flavor!
So that's how you wanna play, eh sis? I asked as I blinked my eyes clear and grabbed a cherry cream.
Ashley shrieked and ducked and I slammed my pie straight into Beth's waiting face. Maybe it was the margaritas, but I felt a little naughty chill pieing my bestie like that. Ashley raised up laughing at me. Beth grabbed a chocolate cream and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and ducked letting Beth plaster me with it. That chill was even stronger on the receiving end of Beth's pie. I decided to ignore it as best I could. I'd already been through that once.
Oh, right! I haven't told you about that. You'll likely find out in the next installment.
Ashley turned to face the laughing, hooting guys. Beth and I both grabbed chocolate creams and sandwiched her. Ashley just became a submissive target. I picked up a cherry cream and plopped it on her head and Beth got a blackberry and roundhoused it into her face. I pied her tits with a banana cream and we both spun her around and I bent her over so Beth could let her have it in the ass with a key lime. I don't think I had pied Ashley since that day at Pete's apartment. It felt good to just let her have it. I know she was my sister, but tonight, she was a stoogette. Pete was salivating.
Ashley stayed bent over. Beth and I shook hands. Then we shrugged our shoulders, picked up blackberry creams and let each other have it in the face. There was that chill again! We let the pans drop and Ashley grabbed a pie and went running over to Pete.
Sweetie! Look what they did to me! She handed Pete the pie. What are you gonna do about it? she pouted.
SPLAT! Her guy didn't miss a cue and plastered her hard with the cherry cream. Chunks of cherry and whipped cream dripped onto her tits.
Pete plastering Ashley was the green light for the guys to let us have it. The guys headed for the tables and we backed away. Jim grabbed another blackberry cream.
Let me have it, lover! I said leaning forward and snarling. Jim roundhoused me hard eliciting a little grunt and a damper thong. Then he sandwiched me with a banana cream and a key lime, rubbing them in and grinding crust into my hair and scalp. I moaned, making sure it was loud enough to hear.
The other girls were getting plastered too, but I only had eyes for my blue-eyed Yankee. He pied me in the right tit with a chocolate cream and dragged the pie all the way down my dress. He did the same with a cherry cream on the left.
You should be a fashion designer, I said. I love what you've done with my bland old dress.
Watch this, then, he said. I let him bend me over and pie my ass with chocolate-peanut butter and rub the pie up my back all the way to my bare shoulders. I gasped out loud when he rubbed the cool pie across my skin.
Like that? he asked.
Oh, yes! I enthusiastically replied. Jim plopped a chocolate cream on my back right at the top of my dress and lifted away the pan. Then he gently smashed the pie and rubbed it around. He did the same with a blackberry cream.
Lie down on your stomach, he said and when I did he gave me a sensual pie massage. I couldn't help myself. My skirt was already riding up anyway so I slid my fingers around my thong and stroked my hot, wet pussy.
I'm getting messy, Jim said.
Don't worry, I gasped. We had clean clothes for everyone delivered.
In that case Jim said and leaned into my massage. I started moaning.
I need in on that! Ashley exclaimed.
Me, too! said Kellie.
Me, three! added Olivia. Soon all six of us were on our stomachs getting pie massages and playing with ourselves. I came first since I had a head start on everyone else. I rolled over and let my sweetie drop pies in my face out of pans. I think he got to twenty before everyone else was done.
Some people had other ideas for how to pass the time, though. Kellie and Debbie were already in the slime tank waiting for Ashley to get dunked and join them. The guys were standing way too close to throw, but that was the fun! Pete nailed the target and down my little sis went with a slimy splash. Beth climbed up to take her turn and I got in line last after Olivia who was the last to finish her massage.
Steven dropped her in one try, not hard considering they were standing about four feet away and then Liv climbed up and made kissy faces at Jared until she vanished under the surface.
I was the only one slime-free, but that was about to change. I got up on the seat and blew a kiss to Jim who was stepping up to throw. He let go of the ball and almost instantly the seat gave way. I was suddenly totally submerged in creamy pink slime. I had never been totally immersed like that before and I loved it. We so have to get a dunk tank although I can't imagine how much cake batter it would take to fill it!
My hair had been full of pie already, so getting slime dunked didn't feel all that different. However I still took a second to run my fingers through my sodden hair. I love my hair plastered down to my head with something sweet and sticky.
Shooting gallery time! Debbie declared. We all sloshed up to the front and leaned out over it. Johnny went first. His aim is much improved! He wound up and plastered Kellie with a chocolate cream. She fell backwards and went right under.
Pete nailed Ashley next. I am so proud of him letting her have it like that in front of everyone. Part of Pete's initial shyness was that he loved to see Ashley messy, but he didn't want to do it in front of people at first. We're stoogettes, WAM Princesses, Mud Goddesses We get turned on letting the world see our guys giving us endless messy abuse. I think that was why she was posting videos of them on her blog, which of course caused some trouble for me. But after that rave at the Kappa house, Pete doesn't seem afraid of anything anymore. Good for him.
SPLAT! Jim plastered my face with a blackberry cream and I obediently fell back under the slime. It felt so good having the slime everywhere, and I mean everywhere! Before I surfaced, I pulled my thong out and made sure my pussy got plenty.
Beth was falling backwards with her face full of key lime, I no sooner got myself back up to the front of the tank than Jim plastered me with a chocolate cream and sent me back under. I could have done this all night, but we had our guys to mess up.
Couples dunk, I said. Newlyweds first!
We all climbed out of the tank except for Kellie who reset the seat and beckoned to her new hubby with one finger.
No need for us both to ride back like that, he said.
There is a shower and you've got clean clothes here. We all saw to that for you, Kellie replied. Now get your ass up here!
Johnny knew better than to talk back again and climbed up next to Kellie. We punched the target by hand and dunked them both. Each couple took a turn.
After everyone was sufficiently slimed, we ladies lined up. Beth, Debbie, Ashley and I all slowly pulled our zippers all the way down. Olivia and Kellie undid the bra clasp in the back and let it fall off their shoulders. While they used the slime to ease the dresses slipping down their legs, the rest of us with zipper dresses simply let them fall off. Six lovely ladies in nothing but thong panties slime and a little pie faced their drooling guys. Ashley and I stepped away and stood next to each other with one arm around the other within throwing distance of one of the tables.
Oh Jim, I called sweetly, I've always felt bad that you never got the chance to clobber us together like this like Pete did!
Pete sort of slinked behind the rest of the guys. They all started razzing him. Except for Kellie and Johnny, I think everyone got to see that blog post before Ashley took it down.
So here we are! Ready and willing to for you to let us have it, you messy Yankee! I teased.
Jim stepped straight over to the table and swept up a blackberry cream and plastered me with it in one motion. A split second later a chocolate cream exploded in Ashley's face. SPLAT! A key lime for me. SPLAT! A banana cream for Ashley. Back and forth they went. These were fast-ball-pitched, head snapping pies. After five each, Ashley said, What control! Darcie you are blessed to have a man with such good aim!
SPLAT! SPLAT! Two more exploded in our faces. Then Jim's aim hit a little lower on me. A blackberry cream plastered me in my bare tits.
Ooooo! I squealed. I wondered if he'd be bold enough to do Ashley.
SPLAT! A second blackberry cream decorated her tits. I wonder if Jim ever thought he'd be doing this when he met that little teenager on the date to Turner Falls. I didn't care if he did it and I know Ashley didn't. We both hoped Pete didn't. There wasn't any way to warn him what we were planning without giving away our surprise.
Ooooo! Ashley mimicked my squeal.
SPLAT! Jim nailed me in the crotch with a banana cream. Would he?
SPLAT! Yes he would with a cherry cream to Ashley in the same spot.
I looked and Pete was watching intently while the other guys and ladies egged Jim on. Ashley and I wheeled around and bent over to let him plaster out nearly-bare assed with two well-thrown chocolate creams each. This was really making me horny!
Okay, now! Your turn, Pete! Ashley called to him when we turned to face the table again.
My turn? he said. I thought you were just doing this for him.
When you pied Darcie, she still had her clothes on, Ashley said. Jim just pied the hell outta my naked ass. You gonna let him get away with that?
Yeah, Pete! Give it to 'em! Robert teased. Look how they want it!
Ashley and I started smearing the pie over ourselves and grinding crust into our hair.
Go ahead! Jim ordered, or I'll use your share on them myself!
Pete finally came forward and took pie from the table nearest us. He cocked it back and plastered Ashley with it.
Oh, yes! she moaned. Now that's what I'm talkin' about!
He picked up a banana cream and hesitated. Let me have it, Pete. I dare you! I snarled. Pete cocked it back and hammered me.
He went back and forth between us in the face a few more times and then plastered Ashley in the tits with a blackberry cream. He picked up a chocolate and looked at me and froze.
Go ahead, I said. Jim doesn't care, do you?
You've heard of a 'hall pass'? Jim said. Well consider this a 'pie pass'.
SPLAT! Pete nailed me good.
We turned around and let him pie our nearly-naked asses and he didn't have any problems with hesitation that time.
We broke up and started grabbing pies and throwing them at each other and the guys and the guys started throwing them at us. The girls took the brunt of it though because 1) the guys have better aim long range and 2) they weren't throwing them at each other like we were. That was fine with me. I'm happiest when I'm all wet or covered in something slimy.
There were still plenty left, but we braved the pies to latch onto our men and lead them over to the tables.
Everyone get as many as you can and take them to the seats, I said. Jim and I got over there with about six each.
We set the pies down and I proceeded to rip off his ruined dress shirt, take down his pants and tear open his underwear. Time to find out if this was really one-way glass or not.
We maneuvered our guys into the chairs facing the stadium. The first half was nearing its end.
Just think, I began as I assumed the position between his legs. You get me and you get to watch the game.
Every guy's fantasy, he said with a bird-fed-cat grin. Now, I have a little confession to make. This wasn't the first time I'd ever done this for him. It's just all the other times the game was on T.V.
I simply had to do the pie trick. I bored out a hole through a blackberry cream and slipped it gently over Jim's cock. I handed Jim a chocolate and took up my position with my mouth open. Jim slapped the chocolate cream hard into the back of my head and shoved me forward, shoving his cock into my mouth and back to my throat and my face deep into the blackberry cream balanced on his crotch. That did it! I had to start fingering myself again!
I can't help it. Getting wet or messy, but especially messy is my weakness. I know that if I'm a mess, I'm going to end up as his messy little submissive rag doll slut, but I get messy anyway. It's the way I'm wired. It just simply torques me up to be so into the moment that I don't give a shit about anything else. It's like the night I took my medicine and Jim ripped my clothes up and I had nothing else to wear. My femininity went into overdrive then.
What an unbelievably surreal, submissive, Parallel Universe moment: Six slimy guys sitting in a row in stadium chairs watching basketball while six glop-covered, nearly naked women were down on their knees giving them awesome head! I gave Jim nine or ten deep throat passes. Jim smeared the chocolate cream well into my sodden, gloppy hair and ground the graham cracker crust into the back of my scalp. Then he pied the top of my head with a blackberry cream and smeared the crushed berries, seeds and crust into the top of my scalp. My pussy juices began to gush. I pulled my thong down for total access.
After the long deep throat bobs, I backed off and played with the head of his cock with my tongue. I gathered up pie from the crushed blackberry in his lap and used it as a lubricant to stroke his shaft with my free hand while I played with his third eye with the tip of my tongue. All six of us girls were moaning away giving our guys the time of their lives. There wasn't one of us who hadn't decided our guy's cock was welcome in our mouths any time he wanted. Once you make that commitment, giving head becomes a wonderful experience for both people involved.
Jim pulled me off of him by my hair. I knew what he wanted. I gave him full strokes with my hand and looked him in the eye with my seductive smile and kept eye contact with him until his banana cream put out the lights. Yeah, I got a little in my eye. Lucky it was banana and teared right out and not key lime. That might have been painful.
Jim lowered me back down but I didn't go right on his cock. Instead I stuck out my tongue and raked it down the shaft until I got to the bottom and did something I'd never done before: Tea-bagged him. His sack was hanging low and covered in pie and slime and I couldn't resist just taking all of it in my mouth and licking it clean.
Jim gasped and tensed up. Oh fuck! That's good! he gasped.
Then I'll do it more often, I purred, nuzzling his erect cock against my cheek. I love doing whatever makes you feel good. I love being your slut!
I wasn't the only one to refer to myself that way. All of the couples were saying sexy sweet nothings to each other. Even though I knew she was wilder than me, it was still shocking to hear Ashley, my little sis, refer to herself in the height of passion as Petie-pie's messy slut.
I was still nuzzling and stroking him when Jim pulled me off by my hair again and pied my face and my tits. I guess that meant it was time to go back to the real work at hand and I lowered myself back over his cock when he guided my head back down. He was very close to an eruption. However I came first. It's such an awesome feeling to cum with Jim's cock shoved in my mouth.
I heard someone else going off. Then I heard a second that sounded like it was being pumped by hand. A very loud SPLAT and Ashley's, Ooooo! gave away that she had just taken a cum pie. Lucky girl!
I was wondering if that was in store for me since Jim still had several pies left. He got harder and harder in my mouth during my deep throat bobbing, but never lifted me off. Since I was sure he wanted to blow it in my mouth, I backed up and started to rapidly bob on his head and the top of his shaft and give the bottom twisting strokes now that both hands were free. Jim began breathing harder and harder and picked up a blackberry cream in one hand and a key lime in the other and held them. Just before he went off he spread his legs wide open. Then just as the first drop of his warm, sweet cum touched my tongue, he sandwiched my head hard with his pies and rubbed them in just as hard while he pumped his load into my mouth.
Ladies, deep down we're all gluttons for punishment. Olivia will tell you that it's a lot more fun and exciting living with your man having a constant green light for whatever he wants to do to you than trying to enforce restrictions on him. Men are just little boys who like to be spoiled and as long as you have a good one and not a jerk, spoiling him will come back to you tenfold.
Jim stopped grinding the pies into my head when I backed off him. I gave his head a gentle squeeze and licked off the last drop that came out and smiled up at him from my submissive position on my knees and swallowed his sweet gift to me. He stroked my gloppy hair and then I got up and let my thong fall from where I had pulled it down between my knees. Jim slid what was left of his underwear I'd ripped open on down and I sat down on his lap where we made out and shared our last few pies with each other (in the face) until all of our friends had finished.
We were all pretty spent from our last activity. Fortunately there was still a shit load of pies left and we ladies had prepared a little game to pass the time during this little lull while our guys recharged. We had two boxes. In the first were slips of paper with the girls' names on them. The second box had papers listing individual body parts like face, tits, ass or crotch the most popular pie targets. When it was each guy's turn, he would draw a paper out of each one and then pie the named lady in the named body part.
I need to add here, in case you haven't figured it out yet, that everyone in the room was butt naked at this point except we ladies were still in our strappy sandals. Ashley didn't seem to care being that way around the collection of older guys. However Pete looked a little nervous as we explained the rules. I suppose seeing both his girlfriend and her older sister together like this was a little unnerving to him. I'm not sure if he ever thought about me that way other than that one time in his apartment (which as I mentioned, I paid for), but I do know that one time he mentioned to Ashley how beautiful Mom was. I wonder what was going through his head when Dad had her floating topless in his arms in the pool at Kellie's wet and wild wedding!
We settled on letting the guys draw in alphabetical order by first names so that meant Jared went first. He drew Beth and Ass. Beth selected a chocolate cream pie and presented it to Jared. She turned around and wiggled her ass at him and said, Let me have it! Steven laughed the loudest when Jared splattered it into her behind.
We're all good friends. I know both Beth and I were apprehensive that time we took on Steven and Jim in the oil wrestling pool, but we got over it and except for this being Ashley's first time with us, it's soon going to take two hands to count the times we've all been naked together giving the guys wet or messy sex and blow jobs. This sort of thing was as close to sharing that any of us ever intended things to go.
Jim was next and drew Debbie and Tits. She grabbed a cherry cream and handed it to him. My man didn't hesitate and gave her just what she deserved.
Johnny drew Darcie and Face. Of course it wasn't the first time he'd pied me. Remember how he nailed me by accident playing shooting gallery on the raft?
It eventually came around to Pete. Ashley hadn't been pied yet and I bet he was hoping he would get her. It wasn't going to happen that round. He sort of stammered when he read, Darcie, Tits, so I was up again.
I walked to the table, selected a well-stuffed cherry cream and sashayed over to Pete heel to toe. I handed him the pie and said, You deserve a clean target, and wiped my breasts as clean as I could. Pete was squirming and I looked over at the Yankee and it was all he could do to keep from bursting out laughing. We both love Pete. He's like the kid brother Jim the only child never had. But brothers can be mean once in a while, (I know from experience) and Jim was having way too much fun at Pete's expense.
Of course I wasn't helping. Lay one on me, Pete, I said, thrusting my chest out at him. Show me what Ashley finds so irresistible.
Nervous or not, he let me have it but good. That cherry cream stung! I grunted when it exploded and then purred, Was that good for you?
Jim lost it which caused the rest of the guys to. Pete laughed but I could tell he was embarrassed. I did apologize to him for putting him through the ringer later once everyone's clothes were back on.
Robert drew Kellie and Ass. Steven drew Olivia and Face. Then we started round two with Jared drawing Kellie and Face.
Then it was Jim's turn again and time for a little payback. He drew Ashley and Crotch. We had intentionally put fewer crotches in there to make them more coveted.
Ash grinned at Pete as she picked up a chocolate cream and handed it to her favorite brother-in-law. (Yeah, I know he's her only brother-in-law.) I was starting to feel left out, she said. This was her first time being picked.
Jim wound up and Ashley let out a little squeal when the pie impacted her crotch. Pete seemed a little more ok than he was earlier and was fine by round 4 when he drew my name and crotch.
Ashley got hammered a lot in the later rounds because she just didn't get picked a lot earlier. For the last go round, she was the target five out of six times; ironically she got nailed by everyone except Pete. It went: Jared Ashley and Tits. Jim Ashley and Ass, Johnny Ashley and Tits. Pete Kellie and Tits. Robert Ashley and Face. And finally for Steven Ashley and Ass.
However our little game still did not inspire our guys' little pals to stand at attention. Neither did passing out Mr. Chubby Extras and letting them kneel down in front of us while we watched the beginning of the second half before erupting in their faces. They were starting to firm up a little when we made out with them after showering them with our love, but it just wasn't going to do.
You boys let us have some girl talk time, Kellie said and ushered us into a huddle.
I've got an idea, Ashley offered. You know; there is an even number of us. That means even pairs.
Part of me didn't like the sound of where this was going and the other part started thinking about the chill I'd felt pieing and getting pied by Beth earlier.
I'm not sure I like the sound of this, Debbie echoed my thoughts.
Oh, come on, Ashley said. I did it once to get Pete's motor running. We girls can get away with it. We're the more affectionate sex.
She did have a point there. Women could hug and kiss, even on the lips, without immediately being thought of as gay. And for some reason, guys get turned on at the thought of two women together. Believe me; the idea definitely does not work in reverse though. It doesn't bother me what two guys into each other want to do. I just don't care to watch!
I wondered what it might be like once or twice back living in Kappa House, Beth confessed. Being naked, somewhat drunk and covered in glop wasn't helping my resolve any.
What are you talking about over there? Jim called over.
Turing you studs on. Shut up! Kellie yelled back. If it's what I'm thinking; as long as everyone promises it stays here, I say go for it, she said back to our group.
I turned toward Debbie and Olivia. Help me out here, I begged.
Deb and Lib shrugged their shoulders and shot each other a wicked expression. Sorry, Darc, Debbie finally said. If it gets Robbie torqued up, I say we give it a try.
Look at us, Olivia said, gesturing to the fact that we were all naked and covered in glop. We had to know it was inevitable the way we fool around.
Yeah, Darcie. The guys are here to enjoy it. At least it's not like we're doing anything behind their backs, Beth said.
The whole point is to get them horny again so they come after us, Kellie added.
It was five to one, or more like five and a half to a half since only part of me was apprehensive. Oh hell! It almost went that far once before without Jim around! (Which I will be getting around to telling you about.) Why not go all the way when he could enjoy it? He had a few videos where girls ended up together. Who is going to tell the guys? I asked.
So, you're in? Kellie asked.
I'm in, I replied.
Who is going to be with who? she asked.
Beth took my hand and I could tell that Olivia and Debbie were going to make a go of it. I guess that leaves us, Kellie said to Ashley. I hear you've got a wild streak.
Hey, guys! Kellie called over to the men who were sitting in the stadium chairs. We're only doing what we're about to do because we're horny and we want to make you horny again so you'll jump us and fuck us like cheap whores!
I think Kellie even shocked Ashley when she grabbed her and pulled her into a deep kiss, and it was Ashley's idea! I guess if you're going to commit to something, just throw yourself into it. Beth swung around and locked up with me. Suddenly I found myself wondering how my hands got down around her ass and then realized how good it felt with our tits pressed together.
Good God!
Oh, shit!
Holy fuck! The exclamations all blended together as the guys all rushed over to see it they could truly believe what they thought they were seeing.
You and your girl crushes, I heard Jim say, a little chuckle in his voice. Well he knew I had a wild streak in me when he married me. What shocked me was how little alcohol it took to get all six of us on board with this.
I led Beth to one of the tables still laden with pies. We clobbered each other and then we kissed and then we did it all over. We each took a banana cream back over to the open spot on the floor and Beth lay down and set hers on her crotch. I laid mine top-side down on her face and straddled her on all fours facing her feet. I lowered myself down over her face and crushed the pie and then shoved my face into the one between her legs.
Shit! They're really doing it! I heard Robert exclaim. Beth found me by probing through the crushed pie and I had to pull my face up to gasp at the sensation of another girl's tongue stimulating me. I dove back into the pie and broke through the crust to find her pussy. She emitted a muffled squeal.
She definitely was sweet at first with the pie mixed in. Then it was all eaten out (pun definitely intended). I was right all along though. Letting Jim kiss me with all of my juices all over his face and shove his dick right in my mouth straight from his pussy had definitely prepared me for going bi. Since I subliminally associated the taste and aroma with sex with Jim, getting bombarded with it helped me stay turned on during the awkward first few minutes. After all, both of us may have thought about it, but neither had ever done it. I had an advantage at this over a guy since though since I instinctively knew where the pleasure centers were.
Like I indicated, even though we both acted, gung ho, it was still just a little awkward for both of us for the first few minutes anyway. It probably was for five of us anyway. Ashley was moaning and enjoying herself right from the start. Then again, she was a veteran after what she told me about the Sigma Kappa rave last fall.
Then we started getting encouragement from the guys yelling Eat that pussy! and stuff like that. Fine, if they were enjoying themselves, then what did we have to worry about? I sucked Beth's enlarged clit into my mouth and rubbed it with my tongue. She gave off a loud moan and started doing the same thing to me. Then we both smeared our faces in the gush of pussy juice that created.
I was really enjoying myself, not to the point of giving up my sweet Yankee, but enough that I might just bring up putting this in our little bag of tricks for entertaining the guys when we're all together.
SPLAT! A pie exploded across my ass, causing a muffled squeal and making me giggle into Beth's pussy. I saw a pair of men's legs step in front of me and kneel down giving me a look at a very familiar appendage. By the looks of it, what we were doing was working! Jim grabbed me up by my hair. I saw the blackberry cream in his hand. Time for some fun. If' I was going to get pied again, I ought to deserve it!
Mmmmm! I moaned and licked Beth's juice from around my mouth. Now I see why you love it down here so much!
SPLAT! He nailed me good and shoved my face back into Beth's crotch.
Beth and I went over the top together. It was such a rush! I've decided that every girl should get an orgasm from another girl at least once. We girls can get away with it! (Did I really just say that?)
Beth and I jumped up and grabbed our guys and planted juicy kisses on them. See what I'll do to get you horny again? I said, pulling him down on top of me. Now fuck me like a crack whore!
My blue-eyed Yankee slipped on his little ring and spread me like warm butter. I was a foul-mouthed little slut. I just kept repeating, Fuck your messy whore. Fuck your messy cunt. Incidentally, I made sure that everyone had a ring like his.
I wasn't the only foul-mouthed woman up there. It seems that we all were quite worked up. I felt Jim getting harder and thrusting more rapidly and I felt my reservoir filling up again. The instant after his first drop of cum painted my insides, I erupted. (See? He doesn't always cum in my mouth. It just seems that way!)
All six couples collapsed into giggling, panting blobs on the floor. Had we ever made a mess of the place! They promised cleanup if we let them use the images of us getting plastered with cakes though. I think we got the better end of the bargain.
The game was just about over so we figured we had better get ready to goafter one last couples round in the slime dunk tank. Luckily showers were right across the hall and no one was in the corridor. We grabbed our tote bags with clean clothes we had stashed there and snuck over. I didn't hear a single female complaint when the guys all followed us into the ladies showers. We all appreciated the company.
Well at least we did until the door opened. They were individual shower stalls but if someone came in and lingered, the guys would be trapped until they left.
It's just Jen! I heard someone call. We wanted to know if we could start cleaning up.
Oh! Yeah, go ahead! I called back. It was hard not to giggle with Jim's face buried in between my tits.
Hey, are you gals intending on repeating that little stunt you pulled in there? Jim asked. Yes, I know, feminists; he called us gals. Well you know what? We don't mind being called gals or girls, chicks, or broads either. Our guys love us!
I reached down and rubbed a certain tired piece of Jim's anatomy, (that I was sure wouldn't stay tired all night and I would eventually have stuck in some part of my body), and said, Only when we need 'Mr. Floppy' to stand up straight and fuck our brains out like you just did!
We had left our purses over in the suite so when barged in we expected to find a cleaning crew. What we saw though was a guy about Jen's age, presumably Clutch winding up a throw at the dunk tank. Jen was sitting on the hot seat in a somewhat clean business suit, hose and shoes identical to the ones she had on earlier. I say somewhat because her face, hair and the front of her jacket was covered in chocolate and banana cream pie. She saw us come in and a look of horror appeared on her facejust before her boyfriend's throw connected and she vanished under the slime.
Her boyfriend turned around startled when we all laughed out loud. Jen shot straight up to stand in the slime.
I-I'm sorry, she stammered. We thought you left. Please don't tell anyone you saw us in here playing!
I chuckled and shook my head. So getting dunked once wasn't enough for Jen. She has to be one of us, and we would never nark on another one of us! If I wasn't told we had to be out of here when the game ended, we would still be in here playing, I said. You might want to lock the door, though. We're just getting our stuff. Have fun!
Well, that's the story of meeting Clutch. We opened a door that night that we probably can't close now. We'll just have to see what the future holds. Meanwhile, I'll be flashing back to last summer and I'll finally explain all the girl crush references and Karen's escort. Stay tuned!