Our story begins with a young couple, very much in love, drunkenly returning to her flat one evening. Dave, emboldened by this intoxication sees his chance to unbutton her sexual inhibitions and suggests that they tell each other their most secret sexual fantasies.

"C'mon, there must be something you want to try."

"But why do you want to know?"

"There IS something! I knew it, look, if you don't tell me, fine, I can't help you, if you do then who knows, we just try it..."

Amy bit her lip, Dave had always made her feel safe, his 6'2" rugby playing frame had become her safe place. He wasn't her first of course, they'd met after university, but he was her first "partner" and had delivered a number of her romantic and sexual firsts. Suddenly the most depraved situation she desired filled her mind. Dave grinned a wicked grin, Amy's fair skin had flushed red and he preferred blondes because their blushes are so cute and impossible to hide.

"Oh, this'll be good, c'mon, you tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."

Amy shifted on the settee and let out a deep breath.

"Well, what if I dressed up as a St Trinian's girl, short skirt, frilly knickers, knee socks, and you catch me bunking off sex-ed, and you're like the young hot teacher who spanks me for being a bad girl and then gives me a practical lesson to make up for it?"

Dave chuckled warmly then jolted as he saw the wounded look on Amy's face.

"Aww honey, no, I'm not laughing at you for wanting that, it's just that, well it's very you, no, I mean, it's not anything that anyone's really gonna judge you for, it's quite vanilla really, I mean it's not like it's sploshing or something..."

Dave stopped in his tracks; even with his darker complexion Amy couldn't miss his blushes now.

"What's sploshing? Is that your thing? Oh my god it IS your thing, oh, you've got to tell me now!"

Amy leaned forward, smiling expectantly at the now squirming Dave.

"C'mon, tell me, what's the worst that'll happen and anyway you promised."

"Well, OK, I suppose it's only fair, yes, it's my thing, but I've never shared it with anyone. Look, basically it's about getting wet or messy as a turn on."

"What, like having sex in the shower, we do that all the time?"

"No, well not unless we were wearing cloths, more things like food or"

"What, like fucking in a load of custard or something?"

"Well, yeah, or mud or, well, look, it's not important, I don't expect you to want to try it and I shouldn't have said anything about it."

"Weeeeeeeeeeell... we could give it a try, I mean vanilla custard is a thing, right, and I might even like it..."

Amy giggled at her own joke before kissing Dave gently on the cheek and running her hand through his short brown hair.

"Well, maybe we should just go to bed like we normally do."

Snuggled in Dave's arms as her afterglow faded Amy's mind began to churn, what if Dave decided to follow her offer up? What if he didn't? Even without knowing exactly what is was it sounded naughty, and to her surprise, Amy really liked the idea of being naughty with Dave. She needn't have worried, over breakfast the next morning Dave asked if she had really meant what she said.

"about, y'know, trying ... it"

"Sploshing? Well, I did say maybe"

Dave's face fell at Amy's teasing

"but, yeah, if you think it'll be fun, I trust you, why not?"

Dave's face lit up; he'd need a couple of days to work out what to try, and how to do it but this was his dream come true. A significant delivery deadline at work kept Dave away for a few days though he remembered to at least text good morning and good night. As their Wednesday evening date night started to wind down with no further word on it however Amy started to worry that he'd had a change of heart.

"When are you actually going to, you know, splosh me"

Amy blurted the words out quickly, almost as if she feared giving herself chance to back out

"Someone's keen, been enjoying some online research, eh?"

Dave teased knowing full well she would've been far too bashful to actually look it up, a fact confirmed by the deep red shade her face went as she spluttered an attempted refutation.

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten, come round to mine on Saturday, we can work up an appetite for tea."

"OK, do I need to bring anything special?"

"Not unless you have seen something you really want to try. Oh, well yes, actually there is one thing you could bring to indulge me, an old one-piece swimsuit you don't care about anymore, preferably something not too racy."

Amy agreed, knowing full well that she hadn't owned any swimwear that wasn't a bikini since her first girls' holiday to Ibiza aged 17, having found liberation in the baring of some skin poolside and on the beach at her best mate Sophie's insistence. The following day she took a long lunch break for a trip to the local sports superstore. After spending twenty minutes that felt like an age inspecting and re-inspecting everything they had in her size, turning redder and redder as she went, Amy eventually settled on a predominantly Navy-Blue budget number with 2" light blue, red and white running diagonally together from the cut out back by the right waist, across the bust and onto the front and rear of the left shoulder strap. By this point she was so worked up that she couldn't even bare to try it on before she power walked to the self scan lane and she practically bolted for the door as soon as the receipt was in her hand. The rest of the afternoon at work she could barely keep her mind straight, she could almost feel her new outfit burning a hole through her bag, it felt like contraband right there on her desk. What if someone saw it, more to the point what was Dave going to do to her in it? For a moment she even thought it could be a prank, but something told her it wasn't, that it would probably be much more humiliating than that. Why that thought coincided with her feeling even hornier, why she was feeling so horny at all, she couldn't say but by the time she arrived home she was so wound up that she could only drop everything at the door and head straight to the bedroom. She dropped her trousers on the floor and fished the coral pink rampant rabbit from the bottom draw of her bedside table. She hopped onto her bed, pulled her knickers to one side and shoved Dave's "secret" birthday present to her as deep as she could before clicking the buttons with practiced ease to bring herself to a series of much needed orgasms.

"Oh god, Dave, what have you done to me?" she sighed to herself as she floated down from the final climax and felt how wet she'd made herself, her knickers and the bed.

Dave used the rest of his week to finish stockpiling the needed materials, something he had done countless times before, though never on this scale. This might be his only chance so Amy was going to get everything he had ever fantasised about giving to a girl. Every supermarket in town with a self scan had seen Dave that week, and now some saw a second visit, in order not to draw attention to his unorthodox shopping list. Amazon, too, made several deliveries as new things occurred to him as essential to his plan. Every evening he envisioned his running order, walking through each stage in his living room, working out what he needed to do in order not to wreck the place while having his fun with Amy, and what he could do to make sure she enjoyed it too, if not enough to want to do it some more then at least enough for her not to walk out on him. Just thinking about it got Dave so wound up that each walk though ended with him lying on his bed, imagining his way though it again, this time cock in hand wanking like a teenager on a promise. Friday evening rolled around and Dave spent it moving furniture ready for the following day's fun, Amy, meanwhile spent the evening going between excited and nervous for what was to come, with no Dave online to talk to she slipped into her new swimming costume for only the second time, without trying it on in the shop she'd managed to pick one that fit her well and much to her surprise, she was finding herself taking a liking to how she looked in it, feminine but modest although surely Dave didn't have much of a plan to preserve her modesty. Maybe I should christen it tonight she thought but decided against it.

As Amy slipped her cossie off and placed it back in the bag she had packed ready for the morning, her thoughts drifted back to Dave, it was nearly bed time and she already was naked after all she thought and so she climbed onto her bed and nonchalantly slipped her right hand between her legs. She was still warming herself up when her phone started to wolf whistle, Dave's personal ringtone.

"Hiya babe, I was just thinking of you" she purred still gently fingering her clit.

"Hey Aims, how's it going?"

"Oh, you know, missing you, working too much, getting paid too little, the usual"

"You urm, you still coming to see me tomorrow?"

"Of course, I haven't seen you since Wednesday, I need your big strong bear hug to make the week go away" the thought drove her fingers a little faster

"Cool, cool" Dave chuckled nervously, "you still up for, urm, you know"

"Y-yeah, of course, shouldn't I be?"

"N-no, just, y'know, making sure my plans are still on track"

"Oh? You have plans? You been thinking all week about what you're going to do to poor widdle me?" she cooed, biting her lip and running her middle and ring fingers along her pussy.

"Of course" responded Dave his confidence returning in response to Amy's flirtatious voice

"Gonna tell me what you're gonna do to me?"

"And spoil the surprises, of course not!" chuckled Dave.

Amy gasped as she pressed her fingers into her snatch.

"Are you touching yourself?" asked Dave, barely containing the glee in his voice.

"Urrm, well, sorry" Amy stammered.

"No, no, keep going" Dave encouraged, "Do you want me to tell you what I'd do if I was on that bed with you right now?"

"Nnn, Yes" Amy capitulated.

"OK, but first, tell me what you're wearing"

"I'm, I'm naked" Dave could practically hear Amy blushing through the phone as she contemplated donning the swimsuit but thought better of it.

"Excellent! Well first I'd cup your head in my hand and kiss you, slowly pressing you into the bed, and then I'd slide my hand down to your boobs"

Amy slid her fingers deeper in side, and let out a soft moan as she found her G-spot.

"I'd massage just the one, slowly working my way to the nipple, teasing it, stroking it, squeezing it until it stood nice and proud for me"

Amy let out a hearty sigh as she imagined Dave's hand making her tit its plaything, his weight pressing her down and his tongue wrestling her own into submission.

"and once I had you good and subdued like this I'd start to trail kisses across your cheek, and down your jaw to your chin, then down your neck and across your chest until..."

Amy let out a little squeak.

"Until.." Dave whispered

"Until?" Amy gently moaned back as she heard Dave settle himself on his own bed.

"Until I started to run my tongue around that cute nipple of yours, flicking over it, sucking on it, nibbling it" Dave let out a grunt, " while my hand gets the other one warmed up"

Amy reached out for her rabbit and held it next to the microphone.

"Dave, would you pin me down?" she breathed and clicked the vibrator on. Dave gulped.

"Of course I would"

"W-would you slide your big hard cock into my wet little pussy?"

"Only if you wrap your legs around me"

"Would you go in raw?" she cried softly as she turned off the vibrations and slid her toy gently home.

"Of, ugh, of course" Dave grunted getting into his rhythm.

"Would you...?" Amy tailed off as she turned on the rotating beads and started to thrust the rabbit in and out.

"Yes"

"Would you, ugh"

"YES"

"Would you, uuf, cum in meeeeeeee!?" Amy squealed as she flicked the vibrations back on.

Dave could only manage grunts in reply as he hit his vinegar strokes too, imagining what a sight his girlfriend must be right now. After a few moments they bid each other goodnight and each tried to get some sleep before the morning.

Saturday afternoon had finally arrived, Amy walked up the drive carrying her overnight bag, she wasn't even this excited or nervous the first time she came to stay the night with him, and as she reached to ring the doorbell her hand was visibly shaking, Dave had swung open the door and beckoned her in with a big smile. As the door closed behind her, he wrapped up in an enormous hug and kissed her neck and her cheek.

"You made it, I had visions of you pulling a no show, have you brought something to wear for me, or are you going naked?" He blurted, obviously excited.

Amy shook the bag, Dave smiled, wondering just what she had in the bag. Leaving her shoes by the front door and the bag by the living room door, which was, unusually, closed Dave led Amy through to the kitchen, after a light lunch and a pot of tea she started to feel more normal, right up until Dave asked if she was still up for it. For a moment she considered backing out, but after a deep breath she smiled and nodded.

"Sure, let's do this"

Dave sent Amy up to the bedroom to change while he finished the last-minute preparations, from the living room door, he watched Amy climb the stairs with her overnight bag, her cautious steps giving away her nervous excitement and making her arse look its shapely best.

Alone in the bedroom Amy sank onto the edge of the bed, setting her bag down beside her and taking a moment to compose herself. With a deep breath she pulled her white tee shirt over her head and then stood, unbuttoned her jeans, pulled down the zip and slowly slid them down over her arse and down to the floor. She sat back on the bed to pull her jeans off her ankles before picking up and throwing her clothes into her bag. She took a moment to admire herself in the wardrobe door mirror, even to her, self-conscious, blue eyes, the slim 5'6" figure she saw was undeniably fuckable especially when clad only in her special date night lingerie. The black sheer and lace with red ribbons had never failed to turn a man into putty in her hands, the bra pushed her already fantastic tits into a fantastic bust and the knickers hung off her hips and conformed to her buttocks just so to give an illusion of greater curves than she had naked. Suddenly she realised, with a giggle, that Dave wasn't going to see her in this today, or at least not this afternoon, he'd asked her to bring something special for their kinky sex after all.

She fished the swimsuit out of the front pocket of her bag, gave it one last check for tags or other evidence of its newness and laid it out on the bed. She took a deep breath and slipped her knickers off; they landed with a light but satisfying thud on the thick pile carpet. She was really going to do this, whatever this was; there was no turning back now. She scooped up her underwear and dropped it in the bag; deftly she unhooked the bra, her ample breasts dropping only slightly without its support, and dropped it into her bag. She took the opportunity rub where the underwire had pressed against her and picked up the swimsuit, stepping into it awkwardly, still not quite used to it, before gently sliding it up her body and adjusting all the hems neatly. She took a good look herself in the mirror, admiring the way the shiny man-made material clung to the contours of her body, the line it took around her arse cheeks before climbing scandalously high at the hip and the way the shoulder straps flowed down her back to meet just an inch and a half above the cleft between her buttocks. She was visibly a little disappointed in the cleavage though, the stretchy material pressing down her favourite assets and minimising the cleft visible between them. Carefully she rearranged her tits, pushing them up toward the top of the suit to create her trademark cleavage. There now, nice and sexy! she thought to herself as she posed in the mirror. Now all that was left to do was wait.

With her heart racing she climbed onto the bed and assumed a classically alluring pose on her side, head resting on one hand, one knee out in front her other hand mindlessly stroking her hip and bum. She did not have long to wait; Dave was now only missing his willing victim and was on his way up to fetch her. He knocked on the door.

"Come in, big boy" Amy purred
Dave confidently swung the door open but the vision in polyamide before him stopped him in his tracks.

"Oh wow, do I really get to play with all this?"

Amy gulped nervously and nodded, she almost hadn't noticed Dave had changed into football shorts and a tee shirt but she definitely did notice the exciting bulge growing in the front of them. She licked her lips as she and Dave devoured each other with their eyes and there was a moment where they almost skipped straight to the end but for Dave this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. He ran his fingers up her thigh and squeezed her hip reassuringly before helping her to her feet.

"Last chance to back out clean, I mean if you say stop I will but if we get downstairs with you dressed like this, you're going to end up at least a little messy."

Amy pressed herself into him, looking up at him through her eyebrows and growled.

"Do your worst, big guy!"

Feeling up just exactly which part of him she was calling big, making them both a little breathless. Dave kissed her forehead and led her by the hand to the living room. He'd moved the furniture out to the dining room, although Amy couldn't see that as a tarpaulin had been hung up to cover the doors between the two rooms. There were similar tarpaulins on the other walls and a bright green one covering the entire floor. In the middle of the room there was an inflatable paddling pool in which sat a plastic patio chair; next to the pool was a folding picnic table on which was placed several objects covered with a sheet.

"Have a seat."

Still taking in the scene around her, Amy automatically complied, daintily lowering herself onto the patio chair, sitting up straight, knees together with her hands neatly in her lap.

"Oh, you're going to behave, no need to tie you down, mores' the pity. Would you like a blindfold?"

Dave chuckled as he walked over to Amy, who was now squirming in her seat through nervous anticipation, the cold plastic slats feeling alien though the thin material of her cossie. A small shake of the head was her only answer, she was lost in a foreign land and wanted to see whatever was coming for her next. Finally, she noticed the full-length mirror from the bedroom had made its way downstairs to stand square in front of her seat

"Why?"

She gestured towards it, now feeling a little self-conscious as she scrutinised her beswimsuited form reflected it.

"Because I want to see from the front what I'm doing to you from behind."

Dave chuckled as he stepped behind her and gathered her bra-strap length hair as if to make a ponytail before nuzzling her neck and whispering in her ear

"It's OK, we can stop if it gets too weird for you, just say, but I have to say you do look very sexy right now."

Amy giggled and blushed as Dave ran his hands over her swimsuit, enjoying the silky glide of the material across his palms and fingertips. As his hands got busy on her chest and between her legs Amy let out a contented little sigh, maybe this wasn't as scary as she'd thought. Dave slid his arms across her clean swimsuit one last time before turning to retrieve a carton of custard from under the sheet. He held it in front of Amy's face as he stepped into the paddling pool beside her, and she let out an audible gulp.

"Is that going on me?" she asked in a small voice, reaching her left hand out for Dave without taking her eyes off the carton.

"That's pretty much the idea" replied Dave, who gasped as Amy's hand ran up his thigh.

Taking reassurance in the familiar she ran her hand up the leg of his very short shorts, finding, to her surprise and delight, that he wasn't wearing any underwear beneath them. Closing her eyes, she wrapped her hand around his throbbing dick and could feel his pulse pounding, this all was already definitely turning him on and that only served to excite her too. As she started to move her hand up and down the shaft, she was caught off guard by the cold wet splat on her knee. She opened her eyes to see that first drop start to run down the inside of her knee and looked up to Dave, who was staring at her face intently, watching for any sign to stop. Amy smiled and Dave tipped a hearty stream of the cold yellow goop down her shin to her ankle and back up the other shin to the knee emptying the carton. The cold caught Amy off guard, making her shudder all over, including the hand still exploring the interior of Dave's shorts which made him take a sharp breath.

"Try sliding your legs over each other." He suggested.
As she did something awakened in Amy, this felt good, this felt really good, she slipped her hand out of Dave's shorts and leaned forward to get a better look at what she was doing, the custard let her calves slide over each other more sexily than even the best hair removal techniques she'd tried and as it rolled past her ankles and pooled at her feet she found a new and liberating experience squelching it between her toes. They'd barely begun, and she was taking deep breaths to calm herself, it felt naughty and that, it turned out, was a turn on. Dave, meanwhile, was enjoying the show so far and, with the way Amy was biting her bottom lip and gripping the chair, it was clearly a good thing for them both that she had unhanded him when she did.
He could see that she was liking it, so it was time to try something more adventurous. He picked up the second carton; the sweet smell reminded him of his solo experiments and fuelled his anticipation. As Amy spread the custard all over her lower legs, he lined up his drop a metre of so above her head, he upended the carton, its contents splashed down on the back of her head. Surprised, Amy jolted upright, dipping her chin and pushing her head against Dave's stomach, covering the lower half of his tee shirt with the custard from her hair. She turned around to see the mess she'd made, forgetting what they were doing

"Oh, let me get that for you, I'm so sorry!" She squeaked.
A sly smile spread across Dave's face as he removed the tee shirt, much to Amy's glee.

"You will be" He chuckled before smearing what custard there was on the tee shirt onto Amy's face and throwing it toward the door. He had overestimated what this would do and it left only a thin layer of yellow on Amy's face, she licked at it and let out a hum of enjoyment.

"Let's try that again, properly this time, sit back, head up, shoulders back, ready?"

Amy adopted the ladylike a posture her years in boarding school had taught her, she giggled nervously before nodding, the massive grin on her face surprising them both. She watched in the mirror as Dave loomed behind her, with a similarly large grin and a carton of custard in each hand. Amy screwed her eyes shut as he held one above her head, Dave waited until she opened her eyes again to see what the hold-up was, before quickly tipping a stream of sweet yellow slop onto the right side of her head, as the thick curtain ran down the right side of her face Amy opened her left eye to watch, as it reached her mouth she stuck out her tongue for a taste, the familiarity from her childhood made this feel all the naughtier, and contrasted with the novel feeling of heavy liquid running over her head. Almost in slow motion the first dribble of custard hit her cleavage, the coldness and the weight of it on her bare skin caught Amy by surprise and she tipped her head down to see, sending a heavy dollop all across her chest.

Every fibre of Dave's being wanted to run his hands, or his dick, through that custard, he could almost feel the sensation of slathering it all over Amy's soft heaving bosoms, of delicately playing his fingers over them to find the nipples he could see poking through the material of the swimsuit that was very obviously getting its first outing today. He resisted, teasing himself as much as her, and watched the yellow wave envelop the navy-blue material, clinging to it impossibly far around the under bust and obliterating the bump made by a very excited nipple. As the first of the custard curtained off her chest and on to the top of her thigh Amy sat back and lifted her head up and to the right, without thinking Dave directed the now dwindling stream directly onto the exposed skin of her chest, sending a tongue of the cold yellow goop down her cleavage. Amy let out a filthy moan and ran her hands over her thighs.

"well, well, I think she likes it." Smirked Dave in the sleaziest drawl imaginable.

"She does, but if you tell anyone she'll kill you!" Amy snarled playfully from deep within her revelry.

Dave gently dropped the empty carton beside Amy's chair and swapped the other one into his right hand. With Amy's head still turned to the right he started this one on her left clavicle, watching intently as the strap of her suit initially shepherded the flow to the right before gravity and the volume of custard overwhelmed it, the same little pause and flood happening at the boarder of each of the hoops. With the second river running down Amy's costume joining the first at her crotch, pooling between her resolutely held together thighs Dave turned his attention back to her cleavage, sending a much more direct flow to the triangular gap between breasts and suit. As the cold mass of custard slithered toward her navel, Amy squirmed again, this time turning her head to the left letting Dave finish the job of covering her face. Dave admired his handiwork in the mirror, dropped the empty carton next to the other and stepped round to look from the front. He hadn't thought three cartons would be all that much but, while there was still plenty of her clean to play with, Amy was undeniably messy and loving it. As she squirmed in the filth, her hand repeatedly feinted towards her crotch before turning away bashfully. Dave couldn't not take a little time to adjust himself in his shorts seeing this, only just stopping from taking himself in hand fully.

As she decided just how much she was enjoying the new sensations of cold, wet, thick goop covering her swimsuit and seeping down the front of it Amy didn't at first, notice a much more familiar addition. Although, obviously, this was the first time Dave's hands had ever spread custard over her body, the paths they took, the squeezes to her hips and breasts were familiar but felt all the better with the slick goo lubricating and squelching beneath them, sending thrills throughout her body. As he started to scoop up the pool from her lap Amy's breathing started to get heavy, she lifted her head back and started to moan in time to his movements, Dave saw his chance to seal her love of sploshing. With his left hand living out what was fantasy just moments before his right cleared Amy's plastered hair from the side of her face, tucking it behind her ear so he could kiss her cheek and jaw as he ran his hand down the front of her swimsuit. When it reached her pelvis Dave nibbled on Amy's ear lobe and her knees parted just slightly allowing his exploring fingers to push the first smear of custard onto the most intimate area of the swimsuit. With each stroke of his fingers Amy's thighs opened a little wider, a little more yellow custard covered the navy-blue fabric and Dave pressed a little harder. Dave added a second finger to the fray, then a third and finally the fourth to the rapidly warming gusset of his girlfriend's swimsuit, slathering custard all over it as his other hand played with her tits. Amy lifted her hands to Dave's head, running a little custard into his hair, as her hips started to grind against the force of his hand until it all became too much, and she convulsed and grunted in ecstasy.

"Ooh fuck me, Dave" She squealed in her bliss.

"Oh no. Not yet. I've plenty more. I want to do. To you. Before that. Speaking of. It was rather. Rather naughty of you. To cum. To cum before. Before I was ready."

Dave spoke between planting kisses on Amy's neck.

"But it was you who" protested Amy

"Ah ah" interrupted Dave making it clear that fairness was not going to play a part in this next bit.

"Do you remember the safe word from valentine's night though?" he added under his breath.

Amy nodded wondering excitedly what was to come. Dave held out his hands to help her to her feet, standing nose to nose he planted a kiss on her lips, dropped his hands to her hips and spun her around.

"Palms down!"

It was an order and that thrilled Amy, she reckoned she knew what was coming and she'd wanted it for years, they'd tried a little at valentine's but both got too nervous to really enjoy it. As she lowered her shoulders to place her palms flat on the seat in front of her, her behind bumped into something, she looked back at Dave over her shoulder and pushed him backwards. His dick felt great pressed against her arse as she slowly assumed the position. Dave stepped back and admired Amy's still pristine back and bum which she arched and clenched ready for him. He stepped to her left-hand side, sneakily dipping his right hand into a custard carton to coat it well. Without warning he planted a firm smack on her left butt-cheek, leaving a perfect yellow handprint on the navy-blue swimsuit and causing Amy to moan, a second followed for the right cheek.

"h-harder." Amy whimpered, embarrassed that she was enjoying the sting and the humiliation of having her bottom smacked like a bad girl. Dave obliged with two harder swats, one on each side.

"More, p-please sir." Amy begged as Dave paused to recoat his hand.

The handprints offered a pair of perfect targets that he hit precisely, enjoying how much it was quite obviously turning Amy on. As the final smack landed Amy let out a happy little yelp followed by another as he ran his middle two fingers over the crotch of her swimsuit. Dave placed his left hand on Amy's chest and lifted it to stand her up, kissing her on the cheek.

"6 of the best, as is tradition for naughty girls who cum too soon."

"Thank you, sir."

Amy's quick and ragged breathing betrayed her further arousal. Dave pulled the swimsuit away from her bum to reveal two rather reddened cheeks

"Oh, that looks sore, I know..."

and with that Dave emptied what was left out of the carton directly onto them before dipping a hand in to spread the yellow slop all over them, all the while being careful not to let any out of the sides as he felt Amy up.

"Better?"

"um hmm." Sighed Amy happily.

Dave spun Amy to face him again, taking her into his arms they shared a deep kiss, giving Amy the chance to catch her breath and enjoy the slipping the custard allowed between their bodies. Dave was marvelling at how well it had gone, how much Amy was enjoying herself, just how good a fantastic pair of tits in a custardy swimsuit felt against his bare chest and how much more fun this all was with a second person involved, especially sneakily pouring more custard into the back of her cossie while they shared a filthy cuddle. Amy's hands moved from Dave's back to his arse as her arousal rebuilt, giving each cheek a good squeeze.

His turn, she thought and slowly started to sink to her knees, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest and abs, made sweeter by the thin smear of custard rubbed off from her suit. As she reached the waistband of his shorts, she moved her right hand from his backside to the bulge she was now face to face with. Through the material she could feel it was hard and hot, Dave let out a series of little gasps as she played with it and let out a little moan as she slipped her hand up the leg to cup his balls. The custard tasted sweet as she licked her lips and tugged down on the waistband.

"not yet!"

Dave was conflicted but he wanted to do more with Amy before all that. Amy obliged with a little disappointed sigh. Lifting herself back onto the seat she let out a surprised yelp, she'd forgotten all about the custard in her swimming costume and now it was squishing around her most intimate areas in a way that felt both wrong and oh so right. She let out another as Dave squeezed a jet of custard across her face.

"What? I thought you wanted a facial, you were going after one just now." he teased. Amy huffed then let out a giggle.

"Anyway, you were too clean, sneaky wiping your face on my chest, now let's see how much your sexy little cossie can hold, stand up!"

There wasn't much left in the carton Dave was holding but he squeezed all he could from it into Amy's cleavage causing a wet rasping sound which made Amy giggle. Dave grabbed another six cartons, two at a time, placing them on the chair, with the last two in hand he stopped to admire the vision before him, starting from her feet which were tightly together and getting ever more covered by the thick layer of custard running down her shins, Amy was still enjoying the slick new sensation of rubbing her custard covered thighs against each other, causing her hips, and the little bulge of custard in the front of her swimsuit, to sway. This slow, steady movement contrasted with the bouncy jiggling of her tits that her chuckling caused. Droplets of custard fell from her chin and the tip of her nose every now and then landing on her bust and joining the migration south. Her face, framed in her absolutely plastered hair, seemed to convey equal parts embarrassment, joy and wonton sexuality.

"That'll never all fit!" Giggled Amy as Dave approached her, swiftly, silently and without warning Dave emptied the carton in his right hand down the funnel created by Amy's cleavage and the swimsuit

"OH MY GOD!"

Amy wailed as the thick, cold, wet mass slipped down between her tits and started to push, more slowly, down her tummy.

"DO YOU KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING!?" She squealed before laughing a little nervously.

"I've got a vague idea" drawled Dave, pouring the next carton in to chase the first.

"Oh, it's going down to the bottom!" Amy added more calmly, pointing out what the slowly descending bulge in the front of her costume made apparent. Instinctively she started to widen her stance.

"No no, feet together, we want to keep as much in as possible." explained Dave picking up the next two cartons, Amy obliged although she let out a series of whimpers as he poured the second of them down the back of her swimsuit.

"Ugh, that feels gross!" She giggled betraying her enjoyment of it. With the penultimate carton Dave turned his attention back to the front

"I'm filling up!" Squeaked Amy, utterly unable to disguise her glee.

"Not much room left in there, I might have to put this one back"

"Oh no, I'm sure there's a little more room." Purred Amy, pulling the front of her swimsuit away from her body as seductively as possible.

Dave feigned estimating the remaining volume while he took advantage of the excuse to gawp at Amy's now absolutely covered knockers. He licked his lips as he drizzled yet more custard onto them, making sure to run the stream over each protruding nipple repeatedly, causing Amy's eyes to flutter. Taking advantage of her distraction Dave whipped the swimsuit from her grasp, letting it snap back against her bust sending little splatters of custard over them both. Amy flinched forward, then stood back up laughing, the motion, combined with the volume, weight and slipperiness of the custard in her swimsuit caused her right boob to slip out, much to Dave's delight.

"Well, hello again." Dave addressed the nipple playfully.

"Oh! Whoops!" Amy tried to act demure but could only giggle as Dave cupped the escapee and licked the nipple clean before gently slipping it back into the swimsuit. Their eyes met, and then their lips, Dave's hands began to wonder, carefully moving the custard around her tummy, Amy's appreciative moans encouraging more adventure, first to her chest, then to her arse, causing her to squirm in his arms covering him in custard too.

"This feels wrong, I should stop you, but it feels too good, so don't stop!" whispered Amy.

"It's OK to like it you know; the whole point is to get freaky and dirty and just have fun being naughty together." Reassured Dave immediately before squeezing the custard around the gusset of her swimsuit, jetting it past her pussy and out of the hems to spurt a good covering onto her thighs. Amy moaned and Dave felt her knees buckle

"Oh, I need to sit down."

Waves of pleasure flashed across her face as the custard in the bottom of her swimsuit squirted about as she sat down, yet more followed as Dave gently lowered himself onto her lap and slid up her thighs until his cock was parting the custard bulge over her tummy. Amy wrapped her arms around Dave and pulled him into a kiss, the custard making the kiss literally sweet and the grinding of their bodies against each other smooth and sensual, overwhelming her to the point that she didn't immediately notice Dave clumsily dropping the last carton of custard on to their heads from above. After what seemed a pleasurable eternity Dave turned his attention to clearing Amy's eyes, licking the custard from them making her smile.

"That was good, but you'll need to work out a better way to drop the custard on to us next time." Sighed a contented Amy.

"There'll be a next time?" Dave asked excitedly.

Amy blushed and nodded.

"There better be." She purred, Dave kissed her passionately, a weight of worry visibly lifted from him. He gathered as much custard as he could at the bottom of her suit. Without warning he pushed the pool of custard up to her cleavage, planting his face into it giving Amy the oddest and most enjoyable motorboating she'd ever had. Amy giggled as Dave lifted his now custard covered face to kiss her.

"The bad news is we're out of custard, but I've got two more things I wasn't sure we'd get to if you're interested?" Said Dave, lifting his now custard covered body off Amy's lap.

"Well, as we're here." Sang Amy as she scooped the worst of the custard off her body, enjoying the smooth sensation of her hands gliding over herself

"Excellent." Chucked Dave as he pushed a sloppy cherry tart into her face, deftly removing the foil tray so he could watch the crust crumble as the red sticky filling dropped onto her chest before pulling her to her feet by her wrists. Amy wiped the wreckage from her eyes, a smile beaming from ear to ear, to be greeted with the sight of Dave standing a few feet back, a chocolate tart ready to throw, she screwed her eyes tight shut and felt the heavy thud of it smashing into her face covering the cherry mixture and dragging more of it down to her chest with it. Another pie crashed into her chest before she could clear her face, Amy pictured the exact sort of mess she must be and found the embarrassment exciting. She cleared her eyes, and this time Dave was nowhere to be seen but in the mirror she could see that her chest had been hit with a second chocolate tart, she was covered in cherries, jam, chocolate filling and bits of crust from head to chest, a glorious mess. Dave loomed up behind her with a tangerine cheesecake in each hand and firmly sandwiched her head between them. He wrapped his arms tightly around her so that she couldn't clear her face and ground his erection against her behind, she could feel he was hot and hard, he could feel her quivering in excitement, he nuzzled her neck and slipped his arms in to the sides of her bathing costume, sloshing the custard around her tummy before moving his hands up to her tits. As Amy's breath started to become jagged Dave moved one hand to her crotch, teasing her womanhood in the way he knew she was powerless against. He'd make her cum again soon enough but for now he wanted her at her horniest.

"Last one of these, hands on your knees." he growled sexily in her ear as he withdrew his hands from her now utterly sodden swimsuit. Amy pushed her bum out sexily and it was promptly met with a heavy wet thud, a plain cheesecake shattered across her arse and the back of her legs making her yelp, Dave needed no excuse and made sure it was well rubbed in, feeling her up like some depraved pervert and turning her knees to jelly. This was too much for Dave to resist, he moved behind her and grabbed her firmly by the waist, roughly grinding his crotch into the sticky mess covering her arse.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" Amy implored with a hint of desperation.

"Well, I've one last treat from the messy trolley for you today" Announced Dave, gathering himself back into control and picking up a Black-Forrest gateaux

"Why do I get the feeling I don't get to eat a slice of that?" Amy pouted, playfully.

"because you catch on quick." chuckled Dave placing the cake on the seat.

"Now, do you want to go as you are, or will you dare to try it naked?"

"N-Naked?"

Dave smiled excitedly and placed his hands on her shoulders thumbing her straps, Amy nodded to indicate this was now her answer and no longer a question and kissed him.

"Excellent!"

And with that he slipped the straps off Amy's shoulders, she giggled nervously, slipped her arms out of the straps and pushed the filthy swimsuit off her hips, it landed on the vinyl bottom of the paddling pool with a satisfying splat. She was really doing this, whatever this was, she took a few steps over to the chair, standing in front of it feeling more naked than she ever had in her life, everything up to now suddenly seemed trivial, that thin piece of material had given much greater protection to her nakedness than it had her nudity. Dave crouched behind the chair for a better view and suddenly Amy could see herself in the full-length mirror, she was filthy from head to toe, custard and pie wreckage sliding down her, dripping off her overhangs, she was flushed, and her nipples were at full attention, and she looked sexy as all hell! As daintily as she could she lowered herself pausing and letting out an audible gasp as her bare skin touched the first cream swirl. With a gulp she gently lowered her full weight onto the gateaux, and it collapsed around her, squidging up her arse crack and between her legs, Dave audibly gulped, absolutely transfixed by what he was watching

"G-grind it." He whispered absentmindedly, Amy did, parting her knees slightly and letting the crumbly wet paste of cake, whipped cream and jam to get to her most sensitive places.

Amy raised her hands above her head; Dave saw his opportunity and grabbed a couple of handfuls of the mess from behind her backside to smother into her breasts. Amy's breathing quickened, Dave rubbed what was left of the gateaux in his left hand into her face which she hungrily licked off his hands and fingers while his right hand went to work rubbing what was between her legs into her pussy.

"Will you please fuck me now?" Pleaded Amy with some urgency, Dave nodded, and she slid forward off the chair and onto her knees, Dave tipped what was left on the chair onto the floor of the paddling pool behind her and moved the chair out of the way before standing in front of her. Wordlessly Amy tugged loose the knot in the drawstring of Dave's shorts before gripping the seams and gently pulling the messy shorts down. The waistband took Dave's cock down with it until it slipped off the end, his erection bouncing back skyward to Amy's delight. Taking advantage of the messy puddle she was kneeling in she gathered up as much custard as she could in both hands and slopped it onto Dave's crotch bathing his balls in the yellow goo before slathering it up and down the shaft of his dick. Suddenly she became very aware of what she was doing; worrying that she'd freak him out her eyes went straight to Dave's face. She needn't have worried; Dave's eyes were closed in quiet ecstasy, his breathing ragged and his lips quietly mumbling to himself.

"oh god, oh fuck."

"Freak" Chucked Amy ironically, unheard by Dave, returning to slowly and sloppily stroking Dave's balls before moving onto the base of his cock.

Hand jobs had been a speciality of Amy's ever since her first teenaged forays into a boy's bedroom, useful for keeping her own knickers on and her anxieties at bay. As she started to work her hands along the shaft, she enjoyed the slickness of the custard; it made Dave's hot and girthy manhood slide through her hands so sensually particularly the head. Suddenly a naughty idea filled her mind, she placed her tits either side of Dave's cock, pressed them together and started to jiggle them. The slipperiness was only enhanced as she gathered more custard to slop over her chest and his knob and, combined with the warmth and firmness of his stiffy against her sensitive boobs it felt great. Dave had often asked for a soapy tit-wank when they were in the shower together, but she'd never understood the appeal, soap was for getting clean and as the times she'd tried it dry hadn't done anything for either of them she figured he was just teasing her, how wrong she was.

Dave looked down to confirm what was happening, here was his sexy but strait-laced Amy, stark naked, covered from head to toe in sloppy, sticky food, juggling her knockers against his dick and absolutely loving it. He wasn't going to be able to take much more, gently he pushed her shoulders backwards, Amy looked up and read Dave's face flawlessly, carefully she took him into her mouth, getting as close to the base with her lips as she could before, in a single backwards move, sucking his dick clean and laying back into the filth covering the bottom of the paddling pool, enjoying the new taste combination of sweetness from the custard and saltiness from a very horny Dave.

Dave took a moment to steady himself from Amy's attentions, and another to enjoy the sight of her writhing in the muck, her knees up and apart, her hands slowly, sensuously, sliding over her body, spreading more of the sweet, sticky, slops over her waist, her chest and finally onto her pussy. Dave dropped to his knees between hers; she was clearly enjoying herself, masturbating more shamelessly than he'd ever seen her do before, even when he'd walked in on her unnoticed. Suddenly he felt nervous; he'd awakened this sexual goddess now, he really mustn't disappoint her. He took a deep breath in unison with Amy as she pushed her middle two fingers deep into her vagina. Dave dropped his hands either side of Amy and firmly placed a kiss on her lips, Amy's free hand grabbed the back of his head, and she shoved her tongue firmly into his mouth. He felt a tug on his hair and lifted his face from hers

"Hi"

Amy seemed not to know what else to say and so giggled contentedly still masturbating gently. Dave kissed her chin, then her neck before licking where it met her shoulder, the sweet custard, Cheesecake and Cherry filling adding a fun new sensation for him. He ran a trail of kisses down her chest before licking her left nipple clean, the chocolate and whipped cream adding more to the flavours. With both of Amy's nipples standing proud Dave continued down Amy's gently writhing form, as he reached her navel Amy slipped her fingers out of her pussy and into her mouth, humming contentedly at he novel taste. Dave took the hint and pressed his tongue to the lips of her vagina, starting at the bottom he worked his tongue as randomly as he could taking his time to enjoy the new combination of sweet and savoury flavours. As his tongue reached her clit Amy's thighs squeezed Dave's head, she pressed his face into her with both hands and started to moan. As she started to grind her hips against him Dave could taste her raising excitement but as grinding turned to bucking Amy dragged Dave firmly by his hair back to her face.

"Fuck me!" She ordered while taking a firm grip of his manhood and guiding it toward her waiting snatch.

Dave needed no more invitation, after a couple of gentle thrusts to get his dick good and wet he buried himself deep into her, Amy gasped and wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him. Dave's hands slipped and Amy felt his full weight on her chest, Dave slid his arms under her shoulder blades to grip her in a tight embrace. Clumsily at first their slick bodies writhed together , their moans and giggles filling the modest sitting room of Dave's house as the least modest missionary fuck in history settled into a squelchy slurping rhythm.

"Oh fuck!" Howled Amy, lost in the moment and causing Dave to pause as she twitched and shook to a sudden climax. Dave held her firmly but gently, kissing her cheek and neck until he felt her nod her readiness to continue.

"Can we try something?"

Amy nodded, still orbiting Mars, Dave got off her and helped her to the side of the paddling pool

"Put your hands on the floor outside the pool, yes like that, perfect!" He added as Amy somewhat awkwardly flopped over the side of the pool facing the mirror her tummy and hips snugly against it and presenting Dave a perfect target.

"Oh I see, perv!" Giggled Amy as Dave felt her up from behind, she hummed contentedly as he took firm hold of her hips and slid his dick back into her, there was less mess in this end of the pool and between that and their new position everything was more stable allowing Dave to thrust more confidently. Soon the wet slapping of skin on skin and paddling pool was covered by Amy's contented moans and Dave's guttural grunting. As they both stole a glance in the mirror their eyes met, it was too much for Dave to resist any longer, he pulled Amy's hips tightly toward him and thrust his forwards as hard as he could letting out a roar as his balls emptied themselves into a squealing Amy. As he finished, he leaned forwards, wrapped his arms around her chest and lazily suplexed the pair of them back into the filth. Amy slipped down beside him and cuddled up like they did in bed, kissing his cheek.

"Thank you." She whispered breathlessly.

Dave had shown her a kink she didn't know she had, and she couldn't wait to dive deeper into it, she was even looking forward to cleaning up after this one, if she could convince him to do it naked.

"No, thank you." Whispered Dave, trying to enjoy the moment and take everything in simultaneously in case the talk of next time was all bluster. Now if he could just work out how to convince her to help tidy up naked this would be the perfect day, though maybe after just one more fuck!