After all of Saturday's excitement and a decidedly needed night's sleep Dave and Amy laid cuddling in bed having a decidedly lazy Sunday morning. As Amy kissed him on the lips Dave grinned.

"What?" She chuckled.

"You're still here." Dave chuckled in response squeezing her hand in his

"After yesterday I had visions of you running away forever."

Amy kissed him again

"Do girls usually run away after you show them such a good time?"

Dave blushed

"You enjoyed it then?"

Amy slipped her hand into his pyjama bottoms

"Uh huh, in fact..."she hesitated turning a deep shade of red to which Dave raised an eye brow

"In fact I came so hard I'm surprised I have bones left, OK?" She gabbled, gently squeezing his balls to turn his laughter into a yelp.

"Look, OK, yeah, I know, I'm a good girl and good girls don't do things like that but honestly yesterday was the most fun I've ever had with my clothes on, or off and I think I wanna try more, no, actually, I want to try more, full stop."

Dave couldn't hide his glee

"I don't have anything prepared for today but why don't you tell me what you want to try and I will make it happen to you."

Amy thought for a moment

"Well I don't know, I mean you said something about websites or something the other day, why don't you show me some things?"

In a flash Dave had grabbed the laptop from the other side of the bedroom and slipped back under the covers with Amy, ditching his pyjamas as he went. Holding Amy close to his naked body, his heart beating ten to the dozen, and barely believing what he was about to do, he logged into his favourite messy porn site and clicked on the videos section. Amy's eyes widened as the thumbnails loaded, filling the screen with slideshows of images of some men but mostly women in various states of undress slowly getting more and more covered in all sorts of substances. As Dave started to scroll down the page her eye was caught by a raven haired girl in a silky looking nightie and hold up stockings, the picture changed and she had a cream pie burst across her chest, the picture changed again and the girl was facing away from the camera, bent over, nightie lifted, knickers on display and bum stuck out about to receive a pie. Amy gasped.

"Her in the nightie?" chuckled Dave, reading Amy's mind and opening the video.

Amy didn't answer but pressed herself closer into his body. The title card faded in, 'Introducing Aoife', the scene then faded in of the titular Aoife sitting on a bar stool, giggling nervously dressed in a black, mid-thigh length, satin nightie. In a lilting Irish brogue she introduced herself and answered a few ice-braker type questions from a much less nervous sounding female voice off camera. She seemed to calm down as the video went on, right up until the line of questioning turned to sploshing and her virginity within it. With the questions at an end a nervously giggling Aoife slid herself off the barstool and started to pose under the direction of the cameraman, after about 3 or 4 classical poses a hand appeared from the side of the screen and hurled a cream pie into her chest. Aoife squeaked as the sticky projectile burst spectacularly across her tits covering the front of her nightie in flecks of white filling and big lumps of golden pastry. Aoife looked down to her boobs, then, with an exaggerated look of shock on her face, towards the camera before, finally, with a hurt expression, she looked toward the owner of the hand, just in time to watch a second pie hurtle towards her and crash into her bust. After a beat she started to laugh and rubbed the mess into her chest and down her front, clearly enjoying the new sensations of mess and satin and the experience of being so naughty. Amy flushed red thinking back to how she felt in a similar position just the day before and let out a little giggle.

The off screen voice instructed Aoife to closer her eyes for the next one, Amy guessed what was coming and ground herself against Dave in anticipation. The chocolate pie hitting Aoife's face did not disappoint, the cream pie that followed it almost immediately just added to the effect. Aoife cleared the wreckage from her eyes, an enormous smile beamed from her chocolate and cream plastered face as she giggled and nodded her answer as to whether she was enjoying herself. At the request of the off screen voice she perched herself carefully back on the barstool settling herself before a thick jet of bright green gunge arced in from off screen and blasted away some of the cream and pastry from the front of her nightie. Aoife giggled and ran her hands through the thick layer of goo coating her chest and abdomen, letting out a squeak as a second jet of gunge, yellow this time, splashed across her face. Amy ran her hands over Dave's chest and abdomen, imagining how it would feel to be sitting in that chair as Aoife's squeals turned to giggles turned cackling while the jets of brightly coloured gunge blasted the pie wreckage from her nightie and made it cling to all the contours of her body. The off screen voice ordered Aoife off the barstool and, after the camera had taken its time to pan up and down her gungey body, leering at the drips falling from her overhangs from angles both above and below, to turn around and lean on it. Aoife giggled and assumed the perfect position, feet together, hips slightly cocked, arse very prominently on display for the camera, pert cheeks nicely defined through the remarkably clean silken material of the back of her nightie. As she wiggled it sexily for the camera a large cream pie smashed into her bum, leaving a white burst pattern on the back of her nightie and down the back of her stockings. The off screen voice instructed Aoife to lift up her nightie, revealing a pair of black, lacey, form fitting knickers.

"Should I buy you some like that?" Teased Dave, squeezing Amy's bum as a cream pie was smashed into the knickers on the screen.

"Hmm, maybe." Amy answered, dreamily.

As she tried to remember the sensation of Dave smashing that cheesecake into her behind and imagined how the lighter material and lighter pie might change it Amy realised she was enjoying the sight of Aoife's creamed arse a little more than she might ever like to admit. The woman in charge instructed Aoife to turn around and lose the nightie, with a giggle she complied, slipping the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and covering her breasts with her hands as it fell to the floor. The male voice from off screen teased her for being shy as the feminine hand pushed another pie into her face. Aoife let out a defiant fine and chuckled nervously as she put her hands on her hips, the nightie had very effectively disguised the size of her chest, and kept it clean aside from a mucky triangle where her cleavage had been on show. That triangle was now comically, and sexily joined by two messy handprints Aoife's modesty had left behind creating the impression of some kinky, avantgarde lingerie. Suddenly a pie appeared on each side of the frame and simultaneously they were smashed into Aoife's tits eliciting a shrieking whoop from the still blinded target. She was soon cackling as her two unseen assailants plastered her body with pie after pie after pie from both in front and behind. The male voice chuckled out a joke about giving her back her modesty as she removed the cream from her eyes to which Aoife stuck out her tongue, the camera zoomed out to show Aoife from head to toe and she gave a twirl to reveal what looked like a cocktail dress made of cream. The unseen woman offered to wash the new messy gown off, Aoife crossed her ankles, put her hands back on her hips, stuck out her chin and puffed out her chest before telling them to do their worst. Two jets of translucent gunge arced across the screen and met at the base of Aoife's neck, quickly colouring the white cream blue, yellow and, where they mixed, green. Before long the deluge of gunge had washed the cream completely off her tits revealing her now prominently erect nipples to the world.

Amy slid her hand down to Dave's crotch, unsurprisingly she found his member was stiff and ready, she wrapped her thumb around the base and started to play with his balls using her fingertips making him sigh contentedly. As the gunge jets moved around her chest Aoife looked down at her tits, the slime covering them making them shiny if oddly coloured, she let out a giggled "oh my" and started to jiggle them for the camera causing Dave's cock to twitch. The yellow jet worked its way down to Aoife's midriff, making short work of what was left of the cream there and revealing the waistband of her knickers. Amy started to play more forcefully with Dave's junk at the thought of what it would be like to be such a messy centre of attention. Suddenly the blue jet lifted to Aoife's face, making her yelp surprising Amy who squeezed Dave's manhood in response eliciting a gasp and a groan from her man. Aoife's face was soon cleared of cream and covered in blue gunge and the blue jet re-joined the yellow clearing the cream from her knickers and sliming her legs making her stockings shine with a high gloss. The jets stopped and Aoife huffed and hummed sliding her hands over her body, starting with her tummy before sliding up to her chest, cupping turned to squeezing before her complete attention was turned to playing with her nipples. As her arousal grew Aoife's right hand slid down her body to her crotch, staying outside the gunge doused lace the Irish babe started to play with herself enthusiastically only to be stopped by those off camera insisting that they needed to clean her back. With Aoife leaning against the barstool the jets made quicker work of clearing her back and arse, which Aoife wiggled seductively. As the camera panned up and down her body the translucent gunge clung to it and smoothed the movements of her once again wandering hands, and as it focused on her pert bum being doused in yellow her fingers appeared from the far side, once again exploring the new sensations of a messy gusset as Amy had the day before.

Dave slipped his hand into Amy's pyjama bottoms making her gasp, his strokes and squeezes quickly bringing out moans. On screen the camera was dismounted and panned salaciously across Aoife's slimy body, it was dripping with a thick coat of translucent gunge, her raven hair plastered to her back by it, the shot centred on her face, it was clear to anyone she was horny and loving this new kink, the off screen voices asked her if she was still enjoying herself, if she wanted more, if she was horny, all three were answered with enthusiastic nodding. The unseen woman instructed Aoife to hold out the front of her knickers, the camera panned down from her surprised face to watch her tentatively tug the waistband forwards and take a good look at her still surprisingly clean, neatly trimmed, bush. Aoife complied with the encouragement to pull open her knickers just a little further and was rewarded by a feminine hand tipping a raspberry trifle forcefully into them which tugged the waistband out of Aoife's grasp, snapping back and making her squeal. At the man's suggestion she squeezed the bulge now resplendent in the front of her knickers sending jelly, custard and cream squirting out of the hems and over the inside of her thighs. More squidged out through the lace and Aoife started to pant and moan as her fingers got to work on her pussy through the thin, sodden, material, the camera moved around to watch a similar trifle get tipped into the back of her knickers. After a short pause to admire bulge wobbling, the woman's hand appeared to crush it against Aoife's arse, the close up camera work capturing the detailed sights and exquisitely filthy squelching sounds as the trifle was expertly worked around both bum cheeks, down her arse crack and into the gusset of her knickers which made Aoife moan scandalously. The man interrupted before things could get too far out of hand, the now dishevelled knickers were discarded, giving the camera a great if trifle obscured view of Aoife's pussy, as she was led to a lower seat with a Black-Forrest gateaux on it. Before she could take her seat however Aoife was offered a choice of a remote control vibrator or whatever was in the mystery box, she chose the box and, much to nobody's surprise it contained a remote control vibrator, as Aoife slipped it in a small graph appeared and skipped upwards as whoever had control of the vibrator made it buzz. Aoife yelped and giggled playing the buzzing toy in and out of her mess covered vagina inspiring both Amy and Dave to squeeze each other intimately.

Having finally gotten the toy into a comfortable and secure position, Aoife lowered herself onto the creamy chocolate confection as daintily as semi full vagina would allow. The vision of the cake crumbing and squashing up between her legs as she ground herself against the seat inspired Amy to be a little bolder, wrapping her fingers around Dave's hot, thick shaft, she took a moment to enjoy feeling his pulse before she started to stroke it gently in time with the peaks on the graph. Amy whimpered as Dave retaliated, moving his fingers to her snatch, running them up and down her slit as Aoife ran hers from her tits, down her belly to the cakey mess she was sitting in. Having spread the mess up her front and over her thighs Aoife's hands worked their way back to her twat which Dave took as his cue to slip his fingers into Amy, who took a sharp intake of breath before signing contentedly. All too quickly Aoife's fingers and the vibrator had turned her pants and whimpers into moans and exclamations on the way to what was obviously a very satisfying orgasm complete with squeals of ecstasy. Having regained her breath Aoife bid her viewers farewell with a sweet smile and the screen faded to black. Dave looked down at Amy, she looked back up at him and he kissed her, both suddenly realising how heavily they were breathing

"So, do you want more or ... more?" He asked in a comically saucy manner.

"Well, we are in the area..." Amy answered in a small voice

"but I think you should show me some more, videos, that is the point after all."

Dave sat himself up against the sturdy oak headboard, dumping his pillows onto Amy's head.

"Oi!" She protested as he lifted her onto his lap, spreading his legs so she was sitting on the bed between them, his cock resting against the small of her back distracting her from admonishing him further as he moved the laptop onto her lap and wrapped his arms around her to use it. A sudden realisation dawned on Amy.

"You made me sit on the same sort of cake as her yesterday! You've seen that one before, haven't you!?" Amy blurted out in a more accusatory tone than she intended, a tone which caught Dave off guard.

"Well, I mean, yeah, I do like that one." Admitted an embarrassed Dave.

"I see, so is that what you wish I looked like then? Should I put on an Irish accent in the bedroom, huh?"

"What!? No, of course not, you're far sexier than..."

Amy couldn't stop herself from laughing.

"Got ya!" she sang between giggles.

"That's a rotten trick to pull, just for that I'm having this off you!"

In one quick movement Dave pulled Amy's pyjama top off over her head and threw it across the room immediately nuzzling her neck to quell the howls of protest. Amy sighed.

"Fine, you said wet is part of this too, I hope that means water, show me something in that." Huffed Amy melodramatically.

Dave quickly searched the site, there was plenty to choose from, from dunk-tanks to people jumping into swimming pools to people showering almost normally but the pretty much inevitable winner was a classic wet t-shirt contest. Without even a title card a parade of university age girls in bikini tops introduced themselves to the camera, all smiles and nervous giggles. After the last had finished and waved awkwardly at the camera for a few seconds the shot panned to an obviously makeshift dressing room where the rest were watching and chatting amongst themselves. A youngish man got their attention and asked if they were all still up for it, a raucous cheer confirmed that they were. As the noise died down he instructed the crowd, with a chuckle to remove their tops and put on the tee-shirts provided. Careful camerawork and editing showed the girls changing without showing anything too explicit too soon which keeping everything exciting and before long there was a panning shot down the line of the girls with their arms around each other centred on their identical white tee-shirts, each with 4 black graduations marked on them between the waist and the under-bust. As the hoses were turned onto them the shirts became translucent and clingy, teasing the viewer with an impression of lythe young curves, perky jiggling tits and proud excited nipples much to the approval of the assembled crowd. With the girls wet and giggly the host started down the line asking each girl in turn a trivia question, after about 3 or 4 right answers one of the girls got it wrong, a loud cheer went up as she was brought out of the line to the front of the stage and another as a bucket of water was dumped on her, making her scream. Out came some scissors and the shirt was cut around the first graduation mark exposing a little of her tummy. This continued with the biggest cheer going up as the first girl made her fourth mistake, carefully her shirt was cut so the very bottom of her tits poked out from beneath the wringing wet material, last life the host taunted as she retook her position in line. The same happened to a few girls before the first one fell. Giddy but embarrassed the well endowed ginger victim was led to the front of the stage to a cacophony of hooting from the audience, the host drew the whole thing out getting the girl's face to turn a deep shade of red before the water was dumped on her, she nodded that she knew what came next, the scissors slowly sliced their way up from the bottom of what was left of her shirt, between her breasts to the collar. The crowd went wild as the remains of the shirt were peeled from her pale young bosoms and with very little coaxing she was shaking them with wild abandon. Amy sighed as the girl was led to the "Loser Cage".

"What's up?" Asked Dave.

"Hmm? Nothing." Replied Amy, unconvincingly.

Dave cupped her breasts and kissed her neck.

"Yours are far nicer, trust me."

Amy blushed and scoffed but appreciated Dave's attempt, she even believed that he believed it but still, the girl on screen was at least 6 years her junior, and even if Amy's tits were better that girl had the figure and hair that she so envied her best mate for. The game continued although now each loser getting doused was accompanied by the ginger girl getting a jet of foam shot at her while she gyrated in the cage. Before long there was another 5 time loser, a brunette this time, she got the same treatment and joined the ginger girl in the cage, who welcomed her with a rather innocent looking cuddle, all things considered. The questions became more and more esoteric until the loser cage was a writing mass of wet and foamy 18 to 21 year olds, many of whom had decided to start kissing and feeling each other up much to the crowd's approval. Only two remained, by the state of their shirts neither had made a mistake so the host changed the game, the questions would now have numeric answers, furthest from loses the point he explained as both girls were brought to the front of the stage. It went all the way to a ninth round decider between the busty brunette and the petite blonde, with the answers from both locked in the host crafted a build up fit for a Saturday evening gameshow until, suddenly, a bucket of water was chucked over the shocked looking brunette, who still didn't look to quite believe she had lost as the scissors sliced their way through the taught, wet cotton letting her bust spring free. Clearly embarrassed the last loser started to dance for the crowd anyway, eliciting excited cheers, soon she was joined by the still hyped up winner and together they seemed to egg each other on. As the winner playfully spanked and dry humped the twerking loser the "Loser Cage" was wheeled to the centre of the stage, before things could get too X-Rated the brunette was placed into the cage to await her fate with the others while the winner was crowned, and told all about her wonderfully tacky prizes including various sex toys, lubes, a sarcastic supply of condoms and lingerie vouchers. Finally, she was offered the chance to use the foam hose on the losers, if she handed back the tee shirt right now, or she could keep it and join them for a foaming, to chants of "take it off" from the crowd she chose to hose the others and whipped the top off over her head, whirling it above her head while hopping up and down before launching it into the crowd, her perky little tits jiggling freely in the sun. The winner took great glee in coating the other girls in the soapy foam as they writhed and gyrated, the camera finding plenty of kissing and groping to make Dave's cock twitch in excitement. Finally the losers were allowed out of the cage and they mobbed the winner, getting her good and soapy and making her a very giddy centre of attention.

"Well, that was, fun?" Offered Dave, trying to gauge what Amy thought of it.

"Anticlimactic, I thought." Answered Amy, who was still a little more stuck on the resemblance of that first loser to her friend Sophie than she'd have liked.

"Ooh, what about that one!?" She squeaked, tapping the screen to cue up a video starring two rather well toned men in skimpy swimming trunks.

Dave sighed, worrying about his future recommended list, although if this keeps her interested maybe that's a small price to pay he thought.

"Fair's fair, it's been all girls so far and now you've taken your cock away from me." Amy pointed out, reading his body language.

The video started with each of the two men in the thumbnail introducing themselves and boasting about how they will win and have their fun with the loser in a inset headshot while the camera panned up and down their lithe, oiled, bodies making Amy drool. An equally buff third man in short, tight, black football shorts and a skintight black and white striped t-shirt explained that this would be a contest of oral dexterity across three rounds of "bobbing for", the loser would be pied and then given a chance to practice their oral dexterity. Amy sighed as the two contestants squared off and the camera wandered around their bodies and gasped as the camera watched from behind as they got onto all fours in front of their first buckets. Round one was traditional apple bobbing in water although there was at least as much footage of the red and green bulges that were the fronts of their trunks as there were of them grabbing apples with their teeth. The Adonis in the red trunks won that round and celebrated by groping the loser front and back much to Amy's obvious delight. She giggled as he carried this on into grinding his package into the other guy's face as he took his position for the second round. The second round was latex butt plugs bobbed out of translucent blue gunge, Amy was transfixed by the naughtiness of what they were bobbing for and the suspicious noises of the gunge glubbing and burbling from the buckets and didn't really notice a bored Dave heavily pawing at her tits. This round there was a little more footage of the bobbing end, although still plenty of what Amy wanted, the undeniably male anatomy getting her hot and bothered and reassuring her in her heterosexuality. The man in green trunks had his revenge, tying the game at one all, a fact he celebrated by slapping the obviously erect cock straining against the red trunks. Amy hoped he would win, the other man looked like an old boyfriend who broke her heart in first year and watching him humiliated would feel a like a little revenge, especially if she was right about the punishment. The final round was bobbing for dildos in thick white gunge, the obvious connotations had Amy cackling even before Mr Green as she had dubbed him came up from the goo with a comically long false cock flopping either side of his teeth. Sure enough he won and while he posed for the camera, face still covered in white goo, his vanquished foe was led to a St Andrew's cross and secured to it, facing away from the room. Mr Green was called over and took his chance to fondle everywhere Amy wanted him to as his victim spluttered and gasped. Soon Mr Green was pelting him with pies, from his muscled shoulders, past his sculped arse, down to his toned calves. Once he was well covered, the target was turned around to receive a similar treatment on his front, although this time the groping was enhanced by some nipple licking. This time the first pie was gently but firmly pressed into his crotch, making him moan, before the pelting started. Amy's breathing became deep and ragged, take that, Stephen, she thought to herself as the last of his skin disappeared beneath the cream.

"Oh my." She whispered as the shot turned back to Mr Green who was now seated, an extra thick pie in his lap and his massive member poking out through it.

One last pie for you, loser, he chortled as his rival's face was cleared and he was released and led over to him. Amy gulped as he dropped to his knees and immediately went to town on his vanquisher's member, her mouth opening and closing involuntarily as he worked his way closer and closer to the pie with each bob. As his nose touched the cream Mr Green grabbed his hair and started to thrust quickly smashing the pie between them and causing an absolutely filthy cacophony of slurping and gagging until he reached a noisy climax. As he caught his breath the winner pointed out that it wasn't really fair that he, the winner, had had his cock out for everyone to see while the loser had retained his modesty, the referee agreed and instructed the loser to drop 'em. As his cock sprang forth from the trunks the winner sprang to his feet and took hold of it, complementing it and stroking it before ordering him to all fours, as he kneeled behind him he took hold of the throbbing member again stroking it a few times before suddenly thrusting his own into the almost proudly displayed arsehole in front of him. Between the reach-around and the rough bumming the cream covered bottom quickly reached his own loud climax and collapsed onto the floor. As the screen faded to black Amy saw her reflection, topless and clearly turned on, one of Dave's arms fondling her breasts and the other down her pyjama bottoms.

"You enjoyed that." Dave whispered, a statement rather than a question, not knowing quite what else to say.

"No I didn..."

"Don't lie, you're soaking down here!" Dave interrupted running his middle finger over Amy's hot and ready vagina.

"Well, I mean, it was alright." Spluttered a flustered Amy suddenly very aware that the boot had changed feet, "Hey! You're not helping!" She added making Dave laugh.

"I take it that did nothing for you then?" She asked.

"No, not really, but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy it if you like it, I can keep the girl on girly stuff for my alone time too, if it does nothing for you." Dave offered as he started to scroll though some more videos, Amy could feel his cock wasn't as noticeable against her back as it had been before and a little disappointment, to her surprise, at the thought that he might not share the girly films with her.

"Let's try that one." Amy tapped the screen suddenly.

The same studio came into view, but this time the contestants were two women in flimsy, tie-up bikinis, one a tall, athletically built blonde in blue, the other a petite brunette in pink. The bragging was much the same, as was the leary camerawork that accompanied it.

"Are you sure?" asked Dave, "You don't need to just because I like it you know." he soothed.

Amy squirmed, "Don't make me say it, just enjoy the film you dummy." she scoffed.

On screen, the referee this time was an ebony skinned beauty in short black cycle shorts and a black and white striped stretchy tank top. She explained that there would be three four minute rounds of mud wrestling, points for holds, pins and stripping ones opponent. The winner on points would get 20 minutes of whatever the fuck she wanted with the loser. As the contestants circled each other in the mud filled paddling pool Dave squeezed Amy in a tight hug and Amy felt his dick hardening against the small of her back, as the contestants threw themselves at each other he squeezed her sides, making her giggle. Amy closed her eyes as Dave's hot breath on the back of her neck and the slurping of the mud, mixed with the squeaking of the wrestlers made her fantasise about Dave taking her to some muddy hole somewhere and throwing her about before having his way with her, roughly, their filthy bodies entwined in a wanton knot of limbs, absolutely free of any inhibitions. Meanwhile Dave's attention was squarely on the wrestlers, the slick wet clay had quickly covered their bodies and let them slide against each other with ease, giving the spry, lythe brunette a chance against her much stronger opponent. She struck first, managing to slip out from under her opponent's attempted grapple and onto her back as she laid in the muck. Amy opened her eyes to see, released from the hold, the blonde get back up, while her bikini top stayed in the mud, the pale white skin of her ample bosoms contrasting against the grey of the clay covering her body. They didn't stay clean for long, the thin clay making her proud nipples even more noticeable and an immediate target for her opponent to play with. This was just the distraction she needed, wrapping her assailant in a hold she lifted her up and dropped her into the clay quickly straddling her in a cowgirl like position. As she rubbed her crotch in her opponents face she asked her how she liked it, promising her more of the same when she won, the blonde quietly pulled the ties on her opponent's bikini bottoms. Having had her fun, and as the Brunette tried to reach for the ties of her bikini bottoms the blonde stood up, the brunette's bikini bottoms in hand triumphantly announcing that she wouldn't be needing them any longer. Dave admired her clean, shaven, pussy as she stood up and her already mud covered arse as she turned around to retake her starting position. The round ended with both having got a few more holds in, the blonde taking a slight lead. The second round started without any circling, the pair quickly ending up on their sides in 69 position, the blonde taking advantage of her de-knickering of the brunette in the prior round to try and distract her. Unfortunately for the blonde all it did was give her ideas and in a flash her shapely white bum was out for all to see. Dave let out a moan, wondering what it would be like to wrestle in the mud with such a goddess, or, even better but even less likely, what it would be like to dominate the goddess currently in his arms in some tree shaded mudhole. He nibbled her neck as the round ended and Amy let out a moan, closing her eyes and returning to her muddy hole fantasy only now she didn't have Dave to herself, the blonde was there too, alternating from being Amy and Dave's victim to, more excitingly, teaming up with Dave to dominate Amy. The thought made Amy whimper and she dragged Dave's hand to her crotch.

"Let's see the end first." He whispered, frustrating Amy all the more, making up for it by kissing her shoulder and neck.

After two rounds the blonde was now in a commanding looking lead and both wrestlers were fully nude. The final round saw all pretence dropped, rather than any traditional wrestling forms the two women writhed together in the mud, fingering each other, frottaging against each other and revealing to anyone who was paying attention that the small brunette was a top and the blonde very much a bottom. Unfortunately for the blonde this meant her lead evaporated and it was the brunette's muddy arm that was held aloft by the referee at the end of the match. Sniggering she led the blonde to the showers, stopping to pick up a huge strap-on as they left the arena, and having established that the blonde was, indeed, her bitch, the brunette instructed her to clean up her mistress. The soap and warm water made short work of the mud and soon the brunette was clean and wet, her blonde slave's hands making sure that every nook and cranny was thoroughly clean and that she was exceptionally fucking horny as the brunette put it. Though the shower had washed some of the clay off her, the blonde was still somewhat mucky but as she went to start clearing the mud from her body the brunette brought the blondes attention back to her, lick it, she instructed by the blonde, pointing at her pussy, dutifully the blonde put her tongue to work, quickly getting her mistress off to a noisy climax under the shower. Now it was the blondes turn, as thanks for her service, the brunette explained sarcastically as she donned the strap-on and slapped her in the face with it. Having let the blonde enthusiastically slobber all over her man-made member the brunette pushed the blonde back onto all fours and took up position on her knees behind her. After a couple of spanks flushed the pale right butt cheek a nice shade of pink the little brunette grabbed the big blonde's hips and slid the massive veiny willy deep into her cunt. As the blonde let out a sultry moan Dave slipped the waistband of Amy's pyjama bottoms down past her bum. Amy groaned as Dave's hands started to wonder and the brunette grabbed a handful of the blonde's long, still muddy, hair asking if her bitch liked her increasingly aggressive thrusting.

"N-no, one more after this before..." Amy whimpered at Dave as he started to lift her towards his waiting cock.

"You've changed your tune," Dave sighed teasingly and cuddled her more tightly as the blonde rapidly approached a shuddering climax, her tits swinging wildly as she pulled a variety of oddly cute faces. As she came her arms splayed under her and she let out a huge squirt over the brunette, after a few moments the referee called through to inform them time was up. The brunette helped her to her feet and the camera faded out with the pair kissing under the shower washing the remaining mud from the blonde's hair.

"If you're not into girl on girl why did you pick that one?" Dave asked between kisses on Amy's neck

"Urrh, I, err, well, my finger slipped, and, and, I said don't make me say it!" Stammered Amy, blushing. "Anyway, do you think there's one like that but with a boy and a girl?"

"I'm sure there's plenty." Dave chuckled, quickly searching the database as Amy wriggled completely out of her pyjamas bottoms, even under the covers with Dave's knob only resting against her back and his hands busy with the computer it felt very naughty and as she squirmed against him Dave couldn't help but smile in anticipation.

"There, that looks just the ticket."

He loaded up what looked to be a home made film, the video started with a wobble that gave away the amateur tripod that was holding the camera with a paddling pool full of custard centred in the frame. Off screen a man and a woman giggled at each other, he asked if she was still sure, she asked if he was scared he'd lose. He laughed and confirmed their wager, if he made her cum inside five minutes, without undressing her or slipping his hands inside her swimsuit he would win, if he couldn't she would win and the winner got to choose the forfeit for the loser. Slightly awkwardly a timid looking "girl next door" figure emerged from the right of the screen, her head above the top of the frame, wearing a rather sensible, sporty looking, black Adidas tankini. Yeah, we'll have kneel down the off screen male voice confirmed as if carrying on an earlier conversation. Slowly the woman on screen sank to her knees, revealing blonde hair in a neat bun above a cute, flushed, face. Dave squeezed Amy reassuringly and kissed her neck knowing she wasn't entirely comfortable that he had a type, even if she was undeniably it. From the left of the screen, much more assuredly in its movements, a somewhat hairy, slightly chubby, male body appeared wearing a pair of iridescent blue swimming boxer trunks and made its way to the far side of the pool.

"He's got a nice arse." Amy teased Dave as the man bent over to set an egg timer on the dining chair at the far side of the pool, the tight material showing the contours of it in detail.

"Oh! Oh my." She squeaked as he turned around to reveal an obvious erection straining against the shimmering blue material, he was clearly already enjoying this and was going to enjoy himself immensely win or lose.

He knelt down in front of his opponent, who had also spotted the bulge and was licking her lips as she stared at it, he had his brown hair cropped short which suited his plain but masculine face. The pair were obviously a real couple and from the way they giggled at each other they hadn't done this, for a camera at least, before. Having confirmed she was ready he pressed a button on the egg timer and immediately threw himself at the timid blonde who let out a squeal and started to giggle as they grappled. After a short tussle he flipped her onto her back in the custard with a splat quickly following her to pin her arms down above her head and pressing himself between her legs. A giggled hi was followed by some kissing as he started to grind his crotch against hers making her moan. Over confident he tried to hold both her arms down with one hand so he could slop some custard between their crotches to lubricate things and she was able to wriggle free and out from under him. All timidity forgotten she was out to win and jumped onto his back, a thick layer of custard covering her back and arse much to Dave's delight. With time ticking the man wasted none in shaking his partner from her perch, sweeping her legs out from under her to make sure she landed face down so he could slide on top of her with his head by her arse, the wet slap of him spanking it was followed by a squeak as his middle two fingers slid along the back of her bikini bottoms and started stroke. Horny moans were cut short by an excited squeak as he pressed the material of the back of her bikini bottoms firmly against her arsehole. Showing impressive dexterity she grabbed hold of his balls and quickly a reset was agreed. By now both were covered head to foot with only scraped off patches of skin or material visible here and there and so they slipped sensually through each others grip. Dave and Amy were both transfixed, fantasising about being the couple on the screen, as the man on screen gained the upper hand again, this time in a proper sixty nine, Amy guided Dave's hand to her pussy once more, he cupped his hand under her and started to work her clit with his thumb.

"Oh god yes." Breathed Amy as Dave's fingers worked their magic and she imagined being the one on her back in a pool of custard, Dave's package wiping custard onto her face, the heady mixture of custard and boy smell inescapable. It was too much to take, her body tensed as the orgasm washed over her like a tsunami, and Dave kissed her neck while she tried to hide her shame.

"That was naughty." He whispered in her ear, "You'd better not be done now." He growled playfully

"Fuck me, use me, I just wanna cum all day!" Moaned Amy bringing a wolfish grin to Dave's face.

As Amy calmed down, and realised she hadn't even lasted as long as the woman on the video, the man decided that he wanted a different angle to finish off his now heavily panting Mrs., a quick glance at the timer convinced him he had time, he got himself to a seated position at the far end of the pool and dragged her into his lap, he snaked his legs around hers and opened them up while simultaneously pulling her arms behind her back. Amy shouldn't have been as surprised as she was as Dave gave her the same treatment but just like the blonde on screen she was in no mood to resist. Both men freed a hand and after giving their captives chests a grope set to work on their pussies. The custard covered blonde on screen was quite the sight and both Dave and Amy couldn't help but imagine how hot it would be to see themselves in the same state. In no time at all the woman on screen was grunting a string of four letter words first in wanton ecstasy and then in realisation that she's lost her bet. By only 26 seconds her chuckling man informed her as he rolled her over into the custard to screen left giving her arse a playful pat as he got up to his knees. To her surprise he told her that she'd be serving her forfeit immediately as he lifted the chair into the pool and that it would be the proper finish to the video. She grumbled theatrically as he scraped the worst of the custard from her body, especially as he paid particular attention to her swimsuit. With his still grumbling victim willingly taking her seat he reached over the edge of the paddling pool behind her and produced a can of aerosol whipped cream, he flipped the top off and shook it suggestively in front of his victims face making her giggle, he smirked and shook the can some more, moaning as she tried to stifle laughter, as she lost it he groaned and squirted a little cream on to her cheek, making her squeak. He licked it up and kissed her on the cheek, she grabbed his face and kissed him, deeply and passionately judging by the way his arse cheeks clenched. Dave still had Amy in an effective full nelson, his fingers strumming a beautiful melody on her womanhood, his dick hot and hard against her back as they watched, no perved on another couple getting hot, heavy and messy, all of it reawakening Amy's snoozing sexual desires. Dave nibbled on her neck and let go of her arms as the man on screen pulled open the left cup of his partner's tankini top and squirted whipped cream into it until it fell out of the sides. Slowly he replaced the tankini and more cream squidged out of the sides; he lifted her arm and licked up the excess on the outside edge before repeating the treatment on her right breast. He slipped the can into the left waistband of his boxer trunks stretching them tighter, making Amy gasp, before taking a moment to steady himself and admire the cream enhanced bust before him. In a steady motion he cupped both breasts and squeezed some of the cream held against them into her cleavage, before burying his face into the messy cleft and motorboating wildly.

"Oh fuck yeah." Moaned Dave squeezing Amy into his body and pressing the tips of his middle and index finger into the hot wet and yearning mouth of her vagina

"S-Slow down." Stammered Amy barely holding on the leash of her libido, "I wanna see the end of this!"

She whimpered embarrassed as Dave's fingers retreated to her clit, only bringing her closer. Dave understood implicitly and brought his fingers to his mouth, humming with satisfaction as he sucked her taste from them before setting about teasing her nipples mercilessly. Amy slipped her hands behind her back, finding Dave's erect cock as the motorboating turned to licking, causing the blonde in the video to moan. Having licked her cleavage clean the man clearly had further plans for her, having her stand up and turn around a few paces from the seat centring her arse in the camera's frame. Amy gulped as the man stood beside his plaything, revealing just how hard his member was struggling against the material of his swimsuit, and emptied the can of squirty down the back of her bikini bottoms. The modest cut contained the goo well so he produced a second can and added enough to make it flow back past the nozzle as the woman squealed and giggled. He put the can down and started to squidge the cream around her arse making her grumble until he pushed the mass to her gusset eliciting a filthy moan. She squirmed as she retook her seat, opening her knees instinctually and giving the camera an unobstructed view as some cream leaked out. Clearly getting excited the man quickly filled the front of her bikini bottoms with cream and pressed his hand against it squirting it out of the sides and up her thighs. As he mashed the mess against her pussy the blonde started to moan, reaching out instinctively for his cock. Dave shuddered as Amy's thumb and index finger started to play with the head of his dick.

"C-careful." Stammered Dave wanting something left in his tank for the coming bedroom gymnastics with the naked minx in his lap that were rapidly escalating in his head.

The man in the video kissed his victim on the lips and, with her distracted, gripped the bottom of her tankini top, whipping it up over her head and unleashing a surprising large pair of cream covered tits. Willingly she slipped from her seat to her knees and hooked her fingers into his waistband as he lifted a big plastic bucket to her now vacant seat, he nodded and as she pulled the tight, custard covered, boxer trunks down to his ankles. As she stared at it hungrily he squirted a dab of cream on the end of the impressive erection that had sprung forth.

"Clean it." Dave murmured in unison with the lucky man on screen.

"mmhmmm." Moaned Amy hoping to be on the receiving end of such an instruction from Dave someday soon.

The blonde on screen giggled and slowly, carefully wrapped her lips around the head of his shaft and sucked it clean, staring intently into his eyes the whole time declaring it to be tasty. Wordlessly the man squirted a line of cream along the top of his dick from the tip about a third of the way to the base, the blonde needed no instruction this time and sucked the him clean letting out a contented moan as her lips left the tip. The man gulped audibly and squirted a line two thirds the length of his shaft, she giggled, kissed the end of his knob and again sucked him clean declaring it too easy. Her eyes widened as this time the cream was laid the full length of his twitching manhood, with a nervous giggle she fell upon it, devouring all but the last inch or so with fervour, after a beat she pressed her nose deep into his pubic thatch, gagging and slobbering on her man's cock for as long as she could before withdrawing. As she gathered her breath she licked up and down his member with a satisfied grin on her face until another line of cream was presented, this time only so much as she could comfortably take. As she drew back once again the nozzle followed her, she paused at the head and was instructed to keep sucking as it clearly wasn't clean, settling into a steady rhythm with the abundance of cream squirted on her face and his dick leading to steady dribbles running down her chin and onto her tits. The cream from the can guttered out and both Amy and her fellow blonde let out a disappointed moan followed by a satisfied hum as a thick stream of custard quickly enveloped her face and the dick she was wantonly sucking. As the flow from the jug tailed off he pulled his hips back making his cock leave her mouth with a comical pop, firmly he pushed her head back and she lowered herself back into the custard. He sank to his knees between hers and ran his hands smoothly through the custard covering her thighs before pressing his thumb firmly against the gusset of her bikini bottoms as his fingers made their way toward the waistband squeezing a little more of the mess within out past the hems. Slowly, teasingly, he pulled the swimwear down revealing a neatly trimmed blonde bush clogged with whipped cream, then a creamy pussy almost dripping with excitement. The bikini bottoms made their way swiftly along her legs and were discarded as her tormentor dived onto her messy cunt running his tongue along the length of her slit and into the matted creamy mess of her bush. As the man on the screen inched his tongue toward his writhing partner's clit Amy felt Dave's fingers meandering their way through her own bush. As the man on the screen lapped his tongue hungrily against his softly moaning partner's womanhood Dave's fingers started to play across Amy's making her gasp and pant, Dave moaned as Amy's fingers worked their way down his shaft and round to his balls. With no more cream to lick the man lifted himself up and, before his plaything could complain, started to pour a jug full of custard onto her chest and down to her belly button, as she breathily asked for more he finished emptying the jug onto her pussy. The custard squelched and sloped as the custard covered blonde started to play with herself, legs akimbo and all outside of her messy predicament forgotten. Her man watched her intently, licking his lips and clearly enjoying the show. Wordlessly he picked up the bucket and dumped its remaining contents on her, covering her from face to fanny and making her shriek in surprise. He practically jumped onto her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head as he writhed his hips around to find his way into her with his cock.

"Dave!" Whooped Amy as his fingers slipped into her.

She huffed and puffed as he wiggled them about expertly pressing and stroking the sensitive spots as the couple on screen became a slurping, writhing, giggling mass of limbs and fucking. Quickly the blonde on screen was squealing to a sloppy orgasm, soon to be joined by her grunting beau who collapsed onto her chest as his balls twitched with aftershocks. Amy whimpered as Dave's fingers left her snatch, the action was over, even if the video was not and Dave tossed the laptop aside, unable to wait any longer. He lifted Amy up but now she wasn't in a passive mood, she stood and turned to face Dave, gripping the top of the sturdy oak head board either side of his head she rubbed her crotch into his face before lowering herself into a squat.

"Hi." She giggled before kissing Dave. As their tongues entwined he put his left hand on her right hip and used his right hand to rub the head of his dick against her wet and waiting twat. Slowly Amy lowered herself onto him pulling herself up and down it slowly using the headboard to keep her balance. Gently they ground against each other enjoying the hot wet sensations of their intimate embrace and passionate kissing, Dave's hands wandered from her hips to her back and then her tits and arse before starting another lap.

"Fuck me." Amy whispered in Dave's ear as they came up for air.

"but we're alread..."

"Fuck! Me!" Amy growled forcefully.

Dave grinned a wicked grin and firmly gripped Amy's waist.

"Whoa!" She squealed as he threw her toward the foot of the bed.

As she landed and Dave pounced on her, pinning her wrists above her head. Amy felt gloriously small and fuckable as Dave's weight pinned her to the mattress, her half hearted squirming utterly ineffectual as his throbbing manhood pressed against her flesh. The horny grin on Amy's face reassured Dave that this was what she wanted and he enjoyed the feeling of sexual power this dominating position was giving him. Amy spread her legs as wide as she could, utterly submitting to her big strong man, trying to help him find his way in.

"Oh yeah!" She whined as his thick member slid into her.

"Oh yes, yes, YES!" She cried as he started to thrust.

Dave took the hint and made his thrusts rougher, this wasn't sex, this was fucking, animalistic and brazen, and straight laced Amy was begging for more. Words became noises as her breathing quickened and Amy could feel the big one welling up inside her, if Dave hadn't noticed then it was a perfectly timed coincidence that he slipped his elbows behind Amy's knees and pushed them towards her head forcing his knob deeper into her.

"Oh yes, oh fuck, oh yes, oh fuck! Ooh fuuuck!" Cried Amy, tears in her eyes as everything in her abdomen squeezed and hormones flooded her system

"Don't you dare fucking stop!" She reassured Dave who was clearly worried.

As she convulsed around his cock Dave slowed and enjoyed the sensation as he stared into her flushed, sweat plastered face. With her hair all over the place, her eyes rolled slightly back and her tongue almost hanging out the thought occurred to him that she'd look hot as hell with a rope of his cum splattered across that face.

"What?"

She gasped dreamily as Dave took hold of her wrists either side of her head

"Well I've got you absolutely at my mercy, and I just thought of a way to make you messy" Teased Dave

"wha? Oh oooooooooh, nooooooooooooooo, don't you dare" Squealed Amy squirming as best she could, the wonton deamonette now replaced by the somewhat embarrassed but undeniably cute angel.

As they struggled playfully together, Amy's insides tightening and twitching around his shaft, Dave passed the point of no return before he realised and grunted and shuddered to a powerful climax thrusting deeply into her with each spurt of jizz.

"Fuck" gasped Amy

"Fuck" replied Dave

"Fuck me"

"I just did" giggled Dave before untangling his arms from Amy's legs and planting a kiss on her lips.


The rest of the morning passed in a haze of kissing, cuddling and much gentler love making while they planned their future messy sexcapades together. All too soon it was time to eat and for Amy to head home leaving both her and Dave to reflect on the weekend they'd just enjoyed. As she tottered down the drive and along the road to the station, still weak at the knees from all of Dave's attentions, her mind drifted aimlessly, this time yesterday, she realised, she was nude, covered in all sorts of sweet sticky mess and watching a similarly naked and messy Dave standing over her asking her if she wanted another fuck or if it was time to clean up. She half staggered as her womanhood twitched to the memory of his member expanding, shaking her out of her daydreaming. Stop it, she thought to herself, at least until you get home. Meanwhile Dave was moving the pile of recycling out to the wheelie-bin in his back garden, that was even better than I hoped, he thought to himself as he replayed in his head, over and over again, the moment he slipped the straps of Amy's filthy cossie over her shoulders and peeled the costume from her body to reveal the messy goddess' tits beneath it. She even finished taking it off herself, I think I've unleashed something here, I wonder how long I should leave it before I try for another go. As he returned to the kitchen he spotted a custard carton that he'd missed.

"Damn" he muttered before smiling, the way he'd opened it the day before gave him an idea as he remembered awkwardly pouring custard over himself and Amy as they kissed. He added a carton of custard to his shopping list, he already had the other things he would need to make something to test out his idea. He spent the evening measuring up and sketching out his plans and, having settled on a design he felt would work he quickly knocked up the parts that he would need for testing. His phone chirped, Amy's personal ringtone, she'd made it home safe, her text told him, and she was thinking about him after such a wonderful weekend. For a moment Dave considered making his move, setting a date for their next messy session but it was rapidly approaching bedtime, he had an early meeting tomorrow, and if he'd misread her enthusiasm it would take longer than he had to console her, plus he desperately didn't want her to get the impression that this was all he was after. He checked their usual messaging app, Off Line 2 days, maybe she'd decided on an early night too. Dave yawned, she must be knackered too he thought as he decided to head to bed and dream of all the messy naughtiness he and Amy would get up to now she knew she liked it. Meanwhile, back in her flat, Amy smiled at her phone as she put it on her bedside table, Dave would be going to bed soon so the shortness of his sweet message wasn't unexpected, although she noted a little disappointment that he hadn't immediately tried to get her tied down to another messy weekend. As she unpacked her bag she lifted up her freshly laundered swimsuit, holding it up to the light to triple check there was nothing still on it that might go off.

"What to do with you" Amy sighed to herself. A very small part of her wanted to triple bag it and hide it in the bottom of the bin to hide her shame, a much greater part of her wanted to frame it for all to see proof that Amy does have a wild side. She giggled at this thought as she folded it neatly and placed it at the back of the bottom draw of her bedside table next to the rabbit vibrator Dave had bought her. She stroked the toy, biting her lip, not tonight, she thought to herself sliding the draw closed, a bit too tender for that. With her bag unpacked she stripped down to her knickers and went to brush her teeth, she giggled as she spotted a few bruises she could only have picked up rolling around in that paddling pool with Dave. Mess aside she'd never had a session like that, having sex, resting and having sex again, losing count how many times she'd cum, how many times he'd cum, how long they'd spent just enjoying each other. Having finished her teeth and skin-care routine she flopped onto the bed and checked her phone, Dave would be in bed by now, her mind drifted back to his shower, having scraped the worst of the mess off their bodies and clothing Dave had insisted that the best way to clean up would be to get in the shower together, clothed, and wash each other thoroughly. Her hand drifted south as she remembered the warm water falling onto both her and Dave, her fingers finding a sizable wet patch in her knickers as she remembered Dave washing her hair, her soaping up Dave's shirt and shorts, Dave's strong hands sliding over every inch of the swimsuit working the soap deep into its material. She started to pant as her fingers played across her clit as her other hand started to play with her tits and her memories turned to Dave slipping his hands into her swimsuit, soaping up its tight confines and lighting a fire in her loins that drove her to practically tear his shorts from him, the wet slap of her swimsuit hitting the shower floor from his retaliation in kind and the strength of his arms as he bent her over to take her from behind. Amy's back arched as she came, stifling herself to a whimper as she remembered Dave's thrusts as he shagged her wildly against the shower wall. Oh Dave what have you done to me she thought as she slipped on her pyjamas and got under the covers hoping to dream of more naughty things she could do with Dave.

Throughout their Mondays both Dave and Amy's minds kept drifting to very distracting memories of the Saturday and making plans for their evenings. Dave's shopping list expanded to add another two cartons of custard, thank goodness for the self-scan, he thought as he ran them through with his weekly shop, they weren't even on offer as an excuse. As Dave was walking out to his car Amy was sitting in front of her computer, staring at the blank address bar and arguing with herself internally. On the one hand, she thought, I'm a fully grown woman, there's nothing against the law to looking at this stuff and I had no qualms about watching it with Dave, but on the other hand that was his computer, maybe he's got something to stop people finding out, what if someone I know finds out that I'm a pervert. Then again, how would they, and if they did who would believe it, I'm a goody two shoes after all. Her fingers moved across the keyboard almost without her noticing, she'd remembered the site that Dave had shown her by heart but she didn't remember the 18+ challenge screen from the morning before. She gulped as she clicked, 'I am over 18, enter' and the welcome screen loaded, she remembered the screen but hadn't really paid attention to it the morning before, aside from the link to the videos there were links labelled 'Photos', 'Stories', 'Profiles' and 'Members Only'. She made a note to go back and look at the Stories later as she clicked on the Videos link, the familiar layout loaded, although several were greyed out with the words, 'Sign in to see explicit content', Amy huffed in mild disappointment and clicked on one of the available videos. A man and a woman faced off across a muddy pit, giggling they threw themselves at each other, the scene cut to them grappling and somewhat messy, the scene cut again this time they were completely covered in mud and kissing, another cut and the couple were groping each other and obviously getting very hot and bothered, the scene faded to black and a title card faded in, 'To see the rest visit our store or subscribe today'. The next video she clicked on was a pie fight between two girls, another trailer she scoffed as the scene cut again, still, it was having the desired effect and with the girls a giggling, cream covered mess she pulled the knot out of the drawstring of her tracksuit bottoms and slipped her hand in, gently stroking the front of her knickers as the video ended. She let out a groan of frustration and started scrolling through the list, determined to find something a little longer lasting.

Dave finished packing away his shopping and glanced at the oven clock, he still had a couple of hours before bed time, a quick check confirmed that Amy wasn't on-line, probably watching some rubbish on telly he thought to himself, chuckling as he grabbed his Stanley knife, ball of string, roll of gaffer tape and a carton of custard and headed upstairs to the family bathroom. He'd already carefully balanced the frame he'd made the day before across the top of the shower cubicle, he placed the carton into it to check the size, it fit snugly, just as he intended and he placed it back down on the vanity unit next to the other items he had brought upstairs. Using his Stanley knife he cut an H pattern into one of the long thin sides of the carton and cut about a 40cm length of his ball of string before tearing off a length of gaffer tape a little longer than the cut which he placed sticky side up on top of the vanity unit. Carefully he laid the string onto the gaffer tape in a serpentine pattern, pressing it down to make sure it was stuck and trailing the long end back along the centre of the tape. Delicately he laid the tape over the cut in the carton and used his little finger to make sure the tape stuck to the carton between the string and tipped the whole thing over. Success he thought seeing that the tape had stuck and nothing was leaking and with a chuckle he carefully placed the carton into its slot in the frame with the end of the string hanging down into the shower cubicle. He decided to give it half an hour, just to be sure, and went downstairs to have a cup of tea and see if Amy was online.

While Amy wasn't signed into any of her messenger apps she was very much online enjoying a playlist on a different messy website, in the first video a hunk in tight swimming trunks had poured oil all over a buxom blonde in a swimsuit called Tiffany, his big strong hands spreading it over every inch of her body. The very obviously amateur first video climaxed with the hunk's hand buried deep between Tiffany's legs, the slickness of the oil soaked material that had allowed her breasts to slip free of the swimsuit now combined with the movements of his fingers to bring her to a noisy orgasm. The second video saw the same hunk in the same trunks but this time Tiffany had dressed herself up in a sexy schoolgirl costume, short white shirt, short grey pleated skirt, plaid tie with plaid trimmed white knee socks to match. Amy let out a moan imagining Dave ravaging her in a similar getup as the hunk drizzled oil over Tiffany once again, almost immediately turning the shirt translucent. Again his hands soon had spread the oil all over Tiffany's body, her exposed skin developing a deep sheen that told of the smoothness of the motion of his hands all over it. As they glided over her stomach and up her chest her flesh pressed in under the firmness of his grip, Amy's excitement grew as her mind wondered back to Dave's wonderful massages, Tiffany gasped as her man's hand went to her chest, almost as if he had Dave's script thought Amy as she played with her own tits in unison, letting out an approving moan as Tiffany's knockers spilled out as the hunk ripped open her top. Tiffany's breathing became ragged as strong fingers teased her nipples, her man obviously knew exactly how to play her body and she was clearly now putty in his hands, in one quick movement he bent her over and lifted her oil soaked skirt onto her back exposing her pristine white cotton knickers. Oil drizzled onto them from the top of frame making her buttocks clench, she wiggled her arse as more and more oil was poured onto it and clenched it again in anticipation as the stream stopped. Rivulets of oil dripped off the overhang of her shapely bum while her man built tension, both in her and in Amy, both let out a happy sigh as his hand started to smooth the oil evenly over the knickers making them cling to Tiffany's curves and turning them translucent. Tiffany started to moan as her man's thumb traced up and down the cleft of her bottom making sure that the thin cotton didn't leave her skin even for the slightest distance. With one longer stroke his fingers moved to Tiffany's crotch making her gasp and moan, Amy started to groan, slipping her middle and ring finger into her pussy, finding that one magic spot. The translucent material of the gusset of Tiffany's knickers gave just enough of a view of what was happening and combined with Tiffany's sultry moans and the skilled movements of her own fingers soon Amy was squeaking and convulsing in ecstasy, her eyes closed picturing an oiled up Dave pinning her down and having his, well lubricated, way with her. Panting and twitching as she came down from her climax Amy opened her eyes to see Tiffany squirming as her man brought her to similar heights, her man's hands went to the waistband of her knickers and started to peel them down her arse, as they got about halfway down her buttocks the screen blurred and an advertisement telling anyone who wanted to see more to buy a subscription. Amy considered it for a moment before the post nut clarity took over. She closed her laptop and finished getting ready for bed.

Dave puffed out his cheeks as he let out a big sigh and chuckled at himself, here he was, standing naked before the door to the bathroom in his own home so nervous his hands were trembling, just like the first time he'd tried anything like this. I bet Amy would get a kick out of seeing you in this sort of state he thought as he pushed open the door and looked at himself in the mirror, noticing his gently growing erection. A quick glance verified that there tape had held and no custard had leaked onto the shower tray, one objective met at least. He made one last quick check around the room, towel, shower gel, shampoo and a medium sized Tupperware box were all where he needed them to be, nothing else to do but it, he thought, as he stepped into the shower cubicle and closed the door behind him. He chuckled again, just like a real gunge tank, he thought to himself, nice and cozy for two too, as he remembered the many times he and Amy had pressed their slick, wet bodies together in the shower, soaping each other up with their hands, kissing and groping before fucking in the warm deluge. The memory brought Dave's member to full mast and without thinking he grabbed it and started to stroke up and down the shaft, letting out a sigh of pleasure, soon his nerves were quieted and his memories turned to the weekend just passed, Amy looking cute and vulnerable in that swimsuit, the custard slowly running down it, over her bust, that first little trickle running down her cleavage and into it, the way she squirmed as he squeezed her tits and played with her nipples through the custard soaked material. Briefly Dave opened his eyes and looked up, he repositioned himself slightly and closed his eyes again, remembering the way the custard flowed over Amy's tits while she held her suit open, how she looked so overwhelmed with horniness as she sat down with her suit fit to burst, the slippery kiss and cuddle they shared with him on her lap. Dave took a deep breath and then sighed, reaching up with his left hand to find the string hanging by his head. Without his right hand missing a stroke his left gave the string a sharp tug, Dave let out a groan of pleasure that glubbed through the custard as it hit his face with a heavy splat and ran down his chest, exactly as planned, he nodded his head to send as much from his face to join it as he could, speeding the stream's southward journey. The sensation of being covered in the sweet sticky goop with both hands free felt very freeing, his right hand continuing to stroke his hot, firm and still dry member contrasting the sensual sliding of his left through the custard covering his chest. As the bulk of the custard neared the base of his cock Dave cleared his eyes, there were still heavy drips falling from the carton so Dave let go of his dick and moved his hips so the drips landed on it, the first scored a direct hit on the head and sent electric shivers up and down his body. After a while, with the top of his cock moderately covered from the drips, he scooped up some custard from his pubes in his right hand and slathering it onto his cock taking care to cover every square inch of its surface. The smell of the custard, the feeling of it sliding down his body and the way it was now lubricating his hand stroking up and down the length of his shaft, fondling the head and cupping his balls had its usual effect on Dave and he was soon panting and moaning in growing ecstasy. Suddenly the warm tingle rushed from his fingers and toes towards his manhood, his abdomen clenched and his balls tightened.

"Ah! Oh God! Fuck! Ugh!" Dave grunted as he shot his load against the glass wall of the shower cubicle.

He continued to stroke his knob, far more gently and slowly than before, as he rode the comedown and aftershocks jolting throughout his body. Having caught his breath he used his left hand to scrape the rest of his face clear and inspected the aftermath of his experiment, the carton had emptied as he hoped and nothing else had come crashing down about his ears, on to phase two he thought as he opened the shower taps and set about cleaning up the mess he'd made of himself and the shower cubicle before bed ahead of a long day at work on Tuesday that would ensure his good behaviour that evening.

Amy had no such worries and, as the dishwasher whirred away in the kitchenette, she had her laptop out again, exploring the "Stories" section of that first site Dave had shown her. She'd even signed up for a free account, she was now slimegirl101, or more accurately her alternative e-mail account that she never used was, of course Dave wasn't to know, but at least now she could see and read the more explicit filth. The first story she found narrated from the point of view of a woman recalling her first time having muddy fun with a boy as an 18 year old. It was the summer after high school graduation in a rural town in the USA and she and her boyfriend were enjoying the summer together safe in the knowledge they had both secured places in the same college. They'd been each others firsts a few years previous and were finding any excuse to find time alone together, it was during one of these sessions that her beau had said he would miss the rural life, when she pressed him for more detail he told her of a quiet spot he'd found to swim. The next day, at her suggestion, the two had set off, swimsuits for underwear, to the place he'd described the day before. She described in great detail how they stripped each other down until they stood, kissing, him in navy blue speedos and her in a black bikini, grinding against each other. After a moment they took to the cool water and frolicked as only youths can until she had noticed that he kept looking towards a specific spot on the riverbank. After a little pressing he eventually agreed he would tell her what it was, or more accurately show her, if she agreed to try something a little kinky. The girl's heart raced as he led her by the hand to a clay pit and he revealed that they would be wrestling in it. Tentatively at first she grappled with him, finding that as it went on she was enjoying more and more the slick sensations of their bodies sliding over each other, entwining and embracing, even as he started to push mud into her bikini top, even when this lead to her tits slipping out into the open air. As he pinned her down to remove her top completely the girl described feeling his dick pressing against her and it turning her on, she grabbed some of the slop herself and dumped it into his speedos, this was the trigger and before she knew it the speedos and her bikini bottoms had been discarded and the two were rutting in the mud like animals, starting in missionary, switching to doggy before finishing up with her in cowgirl feeling like a goddess and her boyfriend enjoying himself immensely. The story concluded with the pair skinny dipping to clean off themselves and their swimwear, before he slipped his cock into her again for a much more gentle fuck in the river. Amy squirmed on her settee as she read the story, her skin flushed and her heart raced as she placed herself into the scenario and as it reached its climax she could feel the emptiness in her abdomen growing. She skipped over to the window and drew the curtains, a little early but not too much she thought, as she raced to her bedroom to retrieve the rampant rabbit in her bedside draw.

Having placed an old towel down Amy dropped her tracksuit bottoms to her ankles and daintily lowered herself onto her seat, she ran her fingers over the crotch of her knickers and found that there was already a distinct damp patch.

"Oh, Dave, what have you gotten me into?" she murmured to herself as she started to scroll through the suggested stories eventually settling on one that promised food, humiliation and licking, only two of which she would admit to herself she was interested in.

The story began with the narrator describing herself bound to a table her arms crossed above her head, her legs spread and her knees held off the table by a pair of stirrups without a stich of clothing on her other than a leather collar. Imagining herself in such a position, Dave's eyes devouring her, sent a jolt of excitement though Amy. The girl on the table was then approached by a couple, both naked but for chefs aprons, as they kissed and they parted to take up position either side of the narrator to start spreading sweet foodstuffs over her body she remembered that these were the two who had chosen the odd tokens out of the bowl before everyone got naked. As they brushed chocolate sauce onto her feet and lower legs the narrator questioned what her friend had gotten her into. Amy's arousal built as the narrator described each new sensation as the chefs covered her thighs in lumpy raspberry jam, her forearms in sticky honey, her upper arms in fluffy whipped cream, and her midriff in cold yoghurt. With a heavy, wet, slurp a trifle was tipped out of it's container onto each breast before the pie de résistance, an Eton Mess placed directly onto her snatch. Now she looks good enough to eat, chuckled the female chef as they placed a small Cre Caramel over each eye of the narrator, plunging her into darkness. Amy gulped as she read the narrator's description of the sensation of being wheeled to an unknown destination, her heart beating out of her chest in anticipation of what was to come, an anticipation that reached its zenith when the motion stopped and she heard the words, Bon Appetit gentlemen. Amy recognised the sensation of a moment stretching into infinity waiting to find out what would happen next described before the narrator felt the first tongue started to clean the honey from her right forearm. Soon enough it was joined by others hungrily licking up the honey on her other forearm and the chocolate on her calves. As she regained her composure she quickly lost it again as a slow, deliberate, lick crossed her midriff.

Picturing the scene, and herself as the centrepiece to it, Amy slipped her hand into her knickers, as she played her quickly lubricated fingers against her clit she could feel the now very wet cotton chilling rapidly, that's no good she thought as she wriggled her way out of them. As the narrator described how the licking of limbs turned to the sucking of fingers and toes Amy realised her breathing was getting ragged, slow down, she thought to herself, still plenty to read here. Amy slowed her fingers as the narrator described attention turning to the uppers of her limbs, the ticklishness of her armpits and the growing excitement as the jam on her thighs was slowly licked away. Finally the moment came, Amy let out a moan as she read about the hot, wet tongues inching their way along each inner thigh and yelped in disappointment and solidarity as the narrator described them stopping short and all of the tongues disappearing from her body. After what felt to the narrator like eons had passed, suddenly, without warning, she felt faces bury themselves into the deserts covering her eyes, her tits and her pussy. Vigorously tongues searched for sweetness and found sensitive areas, eagerly lips sucked confectionery and erogenous zones alike, the narrator's head swam in a sea of sexuality dominated most of all by whoever had eaten through the Eton mess and was now hungrily devouring her cunt.

As the narrator described struggling against her restraints only heightening her powerful orgasm Amy slipped her fingers into her snatch, letting out a whimper as they found her favourite spot. As she came down from her climax the narrator realised that she only had the one tongue working her now, the one between her legs, and she couldn't feel anything on her face, she opened one eye, then the other, standing over her were four men, each proudly stripped to the waist and sporting a full erection. Their faces were covered in food, as were their dinner jackets, and not just the deserts that had, up until recently, covered the narrator's body, looking past them she could see four women, each naked but for a leather collar with which they were chained to the wall in the niche each resided in and with their hands tied behind their backs. As her eyes adjusted to the light the narrator described realising each was also covered in what was left of food and that they were exceedingly fucking horny, having been made to watch her cumming. A sharp nip brought the narrator's attention back to her crotch, a fifth man, also in a dinner jacket, was looking up at her from between her thighs, eyes on us he growled, melting the narrator internally before he climbed up her body, rubbing his cock over her cunt and planting a forceful kiss on her lips. The men all swapped positions, each taking a turn between the narrator's legs swapping each time she came, hungrily cleaning her body with their tongues. As the narrator's head cleared from her fifth climax the first man between her legs clipped a chain to her collar as the others released her restraints. Firmly she was led from the table to a niche in the wall, the one next to the niche her friend had been watching from, and the other end of the chain was clipped to the wall. Here comes the best part, whispered her mate, salaciously, attracting admonishment for talking from the man who had gone to stand in the niche next to her and was now putting a ball-gag on her. The other men moved the table to the far end of the room. The first man returned to the narrator and she was quickly put into a harness that held her arms behind her back, Much to her excitement she was lifted by it onto her tiptoes and bent 90 degrees at the waist, the man then unclipped the chain from her collar and took up position behind her, gently stroking her still hot wet and twitching pussy while the narrator excitedly watched her four fellow women be trussed up in a similar fashion. The men let tension built for a moment as the women dangled in front of them before the narrator's man grabbed her by the hips and slid his cock into her.

As the narrator described the fucking she was receiving and the sights of the other four women getting similarly railed from behind, Amy could resist no longer and pulled her fingers out of her pussy, replacing them with her rampant rabbit which she clicked onto its lowest wiggle setting with a happy yelp. As she worked the toy in and out of her snatch Amy read with growing excitement the narrator's description of being fucked while barely able to touch the ground, the sights and sounds of the other pairings, especially as the women started to cum, how her own orgasm made her lift her feet and her man thrust harder, deeper and faster against her freely swinging body. As the narrator's man came Amy clicked up a gear on her toy, the man lifted an arm as he continued with slow, wetter, strokes, waiting for the others to finish. As the last man reached a grunting climax her man withdrew from her, his cock followed by a little dribble that she recognised as not entirely of her own making. Promising to see her later the man moved to the niche of her friend while the man who had just fucked the woman opposite stalked over to her, expressing his excitement to break in the new girl. The story continued to describe the next few hours of a similar pattern, until each man had had his turn with each woman, all of whom, the narrator suspected, were, like her, fucked silly, knees bent hanging from their harnesses panting, shaking, the spunk of five men dribbling down their thighs. As the first man rejoined the narrator the double doors at the end of the room swung open and in strode the chefs who had prepared the narrator, arm in arm and stark naked. They took a bow as the men applauded them and thanked them for preparing such an entertaining banquet and from the ceiling descended a collection of straps and cuffs, a sex swing.

Amy clicked the button to turn on the vibrating clit stimulation and groaned in pleasure, imagining being in the narrator's place, dangling having been thoroughly fucked watching the male chef help his partner into the swing, making a show of it for the ten pairs of eyes fixated on them, before the foreplay proper started. Clearly he knew exactly how to tease his partner's body and soon she was a spectacle for all to enjoy and enjoying it the narrator's man undoubtedly was, his thick warm cock once again slipped into her, his gentle thrusts making her feel like his giant Onahole which both she, and Amy, were ashamed to admit got them even hotter under the collar. Amy ground herself against her toy as the narrator described the foreplay floorshow progressing to more and more acrobatic fucking with both chefs eventually swinging on and rotating from the straps in order to give everyone an eyeful of their shagging. With the chefs reaching the noisy climax of their show, the narrator and her partner too came once more, though more discreetly. Amy clicked the buttons to set everything on her rabbit to maximum, flooding her crotch with irresistible sensations, she thrust the toy as hard as she could into herself, her toes curled, her back arched and she let out a squeal of delight as a powerful orgasm washed over her, filling her mind with images of Dave covering her in all sorts of messy things, licking things from her body, holding her down in a filthy state and fucking her rough and raw.

"Fucking hell, Dave." she gasped as she came down yearning for his arms to wrap her up. As she enjoyed the aftershocks and the afterglow, she finished reading the story. With the entertainment finished the dangling women had one last duty, each was presented with their man's cock to suck clean. The narrator would never have thought of herself enjoying something like that even that morning but had to admit that she even enjoyed the taste a little, as it was mostly her and him. With their esteemed male guests on their way to shower and change for the after party the chef couple released each of the women in turn, with the narrator last to be released. As the six now completely naked women tottered their way towards the showers the narrator's friend explained that next month the roles would reverse and it would be their turn to mess up and devour the men. Nervously she sought confirmation that the narrator would attend the following month, given how long they had been in need of a sixth woman, something gleefully given. Amy let out a sigh as she realised how big of a wet patch she'd left on the towel, that was enough for her for today she thought as she set about cleaning up and getting ready for bed after quickly bookmarking the author's page for later.

Neither Dave nor Amy could much concentrate on their work on Wednesday, midweek date night had become a highlight already and had meant Amy could no longer hear any reference to Wednesday as hump day without giggling, but even though they had nothing special planned this week felt different. Fortunately for Dave his customer meeting was called off last minute and so he sneaked off early, to balance the previous day's efforts. As he raided the cupboard for biscuits to go with his tea his eyes caught on the three remaining cartons of custard, a grin flashed across his face, why not, he thought to himself as he finished his mug of tea, there's plenty of time to work up an appetite for her cooking and I need a shower anyway. Dave chuckled nervously to himself as he quickly gathered up the tools and materials he'd need and readied the cartons for use. Before he knew it he was standing in the bathroom, once again staring down his shower cubicle and wooden contraption. Having completed one of the stands he now had it placed much more centrally with the free end still balancing on the frame of the cubicle, this, he thought to himself, will make a good alternative for more spontaneous fun. He stepped into his makeshift gunge-tank and took a look at himself in the large mirror on the far wall, he still couldn't quite believe that he had managed to find a pair of speedos to match Amy's swimsuit, albeit with thinner stripes down the sides rather than hoops, nor that he'd been able to get them delivered so quickly. He let out a giggle as he admired his already growing bulge outlined in the tight polyamide and rearranged it to try and find a to make it comfortable but impressive. "Amy would definitely get a kick out of seeing you like this he thought, with his member straining against the material at the thought of his girlfriend groping him like a cougar at a hen party, he took a deep breath and let out a sigh, here we go, he thought as he closed his eyes and pulled the first string, with a splot the frontmost carton disgorged its self onto the front of his head and chest. Quickly the heavy load on his head ran down his face and joined the rest on his chest, he let out a moan as he started to run his hands through the slippery filth, spreading it all over his torso and teasing his nipples to heighten his arousal. Just in time he remembered that he wanted to check something, he cleared his eyes and looked down, sure enough the tip of the bulge in his speedos was now a gloss yellow, contrasting joyfully against the navy blue satin sheen of the trunks. Dave smiled and rubbed the custard over the front of his swimsuit, it was quickly spread so thin as to have looked to have soaked in, slowly he pulled the knot out of the drawstring and peeled away the front from his body, still disappointingly clean, as he readied himself for the next shot. In his right hand he took hold of the remaining two strings dangling next to his head, the thumb of his left he hooked into the waistband of his trunks to pull them open, with a sharp tug the two remaining cartons split open and dropped their load over him, the thick cold mass quickly covered his head and started running down his back and over his shoulders. As his face had missed the worst of it this time Dave opened his eyes to watch the river of sweet goo run down his front towards the open, almost inviting gape of his swimming trunks which he now held open with both hands. He gasped and yelped in pleasure as the tongue of cold thick liquid wrapped around the base of his cock and ran on to his balls. Once a decent reservoir had amassed in the gusset he allowed the elastic of the waistband to snap back and started to run his hands all over his head and torso before moving onto his thighs and finally the now custard infested swimwear. Slowly he sank to his knees as the now body temperature pudding slopped around his manhood, the filthy squelches and glubs combined with the sweet scent and taste adding to the slippery and fluid sensations to make this an orgy for all of his senses bar sight. Dave could hold out no more, he rammed his hand down the front of the speedos and wrapped his fingers around his shaft. The way custard lubricated his strokes and the tight confines of the trunks forced him to use a strange grip combined to give this wank an almost exotic feel and, as he pulled harder and faster the trunks and custard started to stimulate his balls, in his minds eye all Dave could see was a stark naked but filth covered Amy giving him the sloppiest hand and blow job known to man. Fuck it, thought Dave as his heightening excitement drove him to pull his throbbing member over the waistband of his trunks, taking his more usual grip and stroking more vigorously he let out a series of loud groans as he came, shooting his load against the glass of the shower cubicle. "Oh fuck" he whispered to himself over and over as he floated back down to reality. With a start he realised that he still had a date to keep and so quickly cleaned himself and the bathroom, throwing his cossie and the towels into the washer drier on his way out of the door.

Amy's smile beamed from ear to ear as she opened the door of her flat to Dave. She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips onto his for a passionate kiss.

"Hey, stud, I've missed you!" she purred as flirtatiously as she could manage as she came up for breath and dragged him into the hall.

"I've missed you too!" whispered Dave in her ear as he closed the door behind them with his heel still holding her body tightly against his and nibbling on her neck and shoulder.

Amy took a deep breath and momentarily froze, surely she was mistaken, or her libido was playing tricks on her, she nibbled Dave's ear and took a discrete sniff. There was no mistaking it, Dave's hair smelt of custard, immediately her knees wobbled and she felt the excited emptiness grow quickly. Did he have a plan for tonight she wondered, well, I'm not going to give in that easily to him she, thought to herself, at least not right away. Dave felt her grind against him and took this as his cue, pushing her against the wall, his right leg between hers and moving his hands to her waist. Amy grabbed a fistful of his hair in her left hand and dug her nails into his chest as he lifted his thigh firmly but gently into her crotch making her head spin. As she started to thrust her hips Dave grabbed her left tit making her let out a horny little whimper. Dave hesitated, waiting to see if the whimper was a stop of a go.

"N no, we've not got time before tea" Amy gasped weakly, desperately suppressing the urge to rip every stich of clothing of both their bodies.

Dave let a short sharp breath out of his nose as he brought his own raging libido under control and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"Quite right, I'll go lay the table." he said cheerfully as he headed into the living room.

"You I'll lay later." he chuckled playfully with a wink as Amy headed for the kitchenette.

"I'll hold you to that." she retorted swatting at his bum.

As ever, the dining table was covered in bits and pieces of paper, work she'd brough home, little arty projects and of course her laptop. As he picked up the laptop to move it to the coffee table it blinked into life, on a familiar web-page. Oh, I see, thought Dave unable to resist having a peek at the browsing history, somebody's been a curious girl. Stories, pictures, videos, and not just one site, bloody hell, she is into it he thought as he chuckled quietly to himself.

"You about ready for these plates?" Amy's voice from the kitchenette startled him back down to ear.

"Err, yeah, just a sec" he said as calmly as he could, locking the machine and placing it carefully beside the settee, better, he thought, to spare her blushes and avoid scaring her off.

"Oooh, spaghetti!" chirped Dave.

"Yup, made it myself, from scratch" beamed Amy, obviously proud of herself.

"Mhm, so you're saying it's a risky one then?" teased Dave.

"You can eat it, or wear it!" huffed Amy.

"Still stuck on the Weekend?" Dave retorted without thinking, setting Amy blushing as she stammered an attempt to reply. Dave took the cue to knock it off for a bit and they ate their dinner with their more usual topics of conversation, work mostly. Having finished and set the dishwasher to its task they flopped onto the settee together, a little overfull of pasta and ready to watch a film. As she picked up the remote control from the coffee table she spotted her laptop, oh fuck, she thought, has he seen my history, is he going to think me a tease for not having something ready for him? She had no time to let her mind run too far away, Dave gently pulled her back into a cuddle on the settee.

"What's the hold up, movie time!" chuckled Dave.

Amy opened her favourite streaming service and found a classic Romcom to torture Dave with. As dinner settled Dave and Amy settled into a blissful cuddle, occasionally contorting to kiss each other, calm, connected, happy. As the film reached its third act, the scene Amy had forgotten about came on, what had, until last week, just been a silly food fight, there to make the embarrassed heroine more cute and vulnerable to her real match, now had implications which caused a wolfish grin to spread over Dave's face. As the protagonist took a cliche cream pie to the face Dave slid his hand from Amy's hip to her inner thigh. Amy bit her lower lip, part of her brain desperate to find an excuse, the rest filled with the urge for a kinky fuck.

"I forgot about this part." She whimpered unconvincingly.

"Sure," smirked Dave, "and I'll bet you've not got a pantry full of sloppy things to play with."

Amy felt a pang of disappointment, she actually didn't have anything in, at least not that she could think of.

"I don't but then, if you really wanted to do something, you'd have brought something with you." She retorted.

"I'll take that as permission for next time!" Dave whispered salaciously in her ear, sending a thrill down her spine and through her nethers. She snuggled into Dave, giving him a better angle for his wandering hands and sending her left towards his member. Dave let out a moan as he felt her feminine fingers wrap around it through his suit trousers. That's definitely not a no he thought as he pressed his middle and index fingers against the gusset of her khaki peddle-pushers.

They continued to gently tease each other as the film reached its romantic crescendo; protagonist and her, till now, overlooked perfect match, in light summer clothes, running toward each other through a rainstorm, in slow motion, wet cotton and linen as translucent and clingy as a PG rating will allow. On the settee Dave and Amy pushed the line between heavy petting and full blown foreplay to it's limits, trouser buttons were undone, zips were undone, fingers were alternating between stroking over underwear and tentatively exploring the best ways to bypass it. Not that they would ever know for sure but simultaneously they had the same thought, Amy's shower was just through there, waiting for a more adult recreation of the scene. Both imagined how good it would be, both presumed the other would not want to, not tonight at least. The credits rolled and the more upbeat music jarred them out of their moment.

"Ahh, so, bed?" Amy offered tentatively.

"Umm, yes, bed." replied Dave, a little self conscious of how hot under the collar the film had made him but he had no time to get flustered as Amy grabbed him by the cock and led him to her bedroom. Without even stopping to close the door the couple enthusiastically undressed each other, kissing and groping themselves into a fervour Dave roaring to a climax shortly after Amy's second. After a few minutes cuddling in the afterglow Amy shivered, the evening breeze blowing through the window was surprisingly cool for late summer and as it played across her naked, sweaty body it brought out goosebumps. Dave grinned as he watched his cute blonde bombshell slip into a white midthigh length satin nightie. As she went to brush her teeth he quickly pulled on his cotton t-shirt and shorts pyjamas before padding up behind her and wrapping his arms around her, kissing her neck and shoulders. She let out a little contented sigh as Dave let go and started to brush his teeth.

"Y'know, it's a shame you didn't bring anything... kinky to play with tonight." The words were out of Amy's mouth before she realised and turned her face red once she did.

"Oh? Like what?" Dave responded coolly, finishing off his teeth.

"How about that custard I can smell on your hair, holding out on me, eh?" she pouted, her self control forgotten in their game of chicken

Dave turned to face her, toothbrush still in mouth and raised an eyebrow, "You're one to talk, putting on that bland romcom instead of something in that private window of yours" he responded, "so tell me, what do you want to do?"

"Well, you know, after Saturday I thought maybe we'd", her voice got smaller as she realised exactly what she was asking, "well have some wet or messy play before we fucked" she whispered as if to avoid being overheard.

"I see." said Dave, washing the last of the toothpaste from his mouth, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Well, you do have this lovely big shower" he added playfully.

Amy felt the butterflies in her tummy again, "Y yeah, and what'll we do with that?" she stammered, trying to hide just exactly how small and fuckable she suddenly felt and quite how excited it was making her. Quickly and firmly Dave had her arms behind her back, as he marched her to the threshold of the cubicle he whispered in her ear,

"After a fucking like that, you probably could do with a shower." he whispered in her ear before nibbling her neck and getting a firm grip of both her wrists in his right hand.

"You wouldn't dare!" Amy feigned protest but the complete lack of any attempt to free her arms signaled she not only accepted whatever her fate was but that she had embraced it. Dave kissed the back of her jaw and looked her up and down in the mirror, it was written across her face that she wanted this, her nipples poking through the white satin of nighty betrayed her yearning for it. Firmly Dave pushed her into the oversized shower cubicle and reached out for the valve with his left hand.

"No, no, no! You wouldn't dare." Amy teased with a chuckle.

Dave opened the valve for a second and a deluge cascaded at their feet causing Amy to shriek another "no" and giggle.

"Hah! Missed!" Amy taunted.

"Yeah, I missed" said Dave calmly before immediately pushing Amy into the far corner of the shower and opening the valve again, bringing the deluge down again, now between here and the door. Amy giggled faux protests from the corner as Dave waited for the water to warm, drinking in the sight of her pressing her back to the shower wall to stay out of the splash zone, squirming in anticipation of what was to come.

Dave lunged forward and seized her wrist, she closed her eyes as he pulled her under the cascade. The warm water quickly soaked her hair and pressed the satin of her nightie to her skin, she stifled a giggle and raised her head so the water poured onto her face. As the warm rivulets ran down her body and made the nightie cling to her the sensation felt fantastic, turning her on the same way the custard had the weekend before. Without a thought her hands started to roam around her body, along her sides, over her hips, across her waist, wrapping the wet satin more tightly around her body. Watching the satin conform more and more tightly to her soft, feminine, form Dave used every ounce of his willpower to keep his hands off her. As the water soaked the satin it became translucent and Dave bit his lip and let out a whimper as Amy's right hand started to cup her breasts and the right pressed the satin between her thighs.

Thoroughly drenched Amy was in a debauched little world of her own, firmly but slowly grinding the soaked satin against her clit so she let out a surprised gasp as she felt Dave's big strong hands take a firm grip of her buttocks to grind her hand against the hot hard bulge his cock was making in the rapidly dampening shorts of his pyjamas. She felt his lips on hers and loosened her jaw as his tongue pushed passed her closed lips, she explored it with hers as she turned her hand to feel him up. What felt like hours passed in moments as the warm water soaked Dave to the skin too while they snogged as if they had been apart for a year, safe to say both were enjoying this far more than they had planned.

Amy took a step back and opened her eyes, before her stood Dave, the soaked white cotton of his short sleave pyjama top clung to his chest and was nearly transparent and displayed his musculature just so as he breathed deeply with his eyes closed. Slowly she lowered her eyes, the wet cotton clinging to his softly defined abbs, his white shorts too were leaving nothing to the imagination clinging to his impressive erect member. Amy couldn't resist, Dave let out a little gasp as she wrapped her fingers around his member and started to fondle it gently. Dave ran his hands up her sides, enjoying the slick feeing wet satin under his fingers, and took her breasts into his hands, massaging them gently and driving her wild. Amy tugged loose the knot in the drawstring, she slipped her left hand up the inside of his shirt while the right dipped into his shorts and took hold of his manhood. While she played with his balls Dave wrapped his arms around her again and pulled Amy close to his body, his hands headed south again and this time pulled the hem of her nightie up over her arse, bearing it to the shower and his fingers.

"Fuck me" breathed Amy, pulling down Dave's shorts while he fingered her slit. Firmly he span her around to face the wall and instinctually she leaned forward to brace against it, the hem of her nightie was still resting on the small of her back giving Dave the perfect view of her arse and pussy.

"Come on then, big boy." Amy purred while peering over her shoulder at Dave. She let out a moan as he pushed his way deep inside her. Slowly at first he ground his hips against her backside, his hands on her hips firmly pulling her on to him , stirring up the deepest recesses of her with his cock. The water cascading over their bodies, the translucent sodden material of their nightclothes clinging to them Amy's sighs and moans, all of it overwhelmed Dave and drove him to thrust faster and harder, adding the wet slapping of skin on skin to the concerto.

"Oh, oh, oh fuck, ah!" squealed Amy as Dave's fingers found her clit. As they worked their magic through the satin she felt the tension tighten her nightie over her chest. As Dave thrust harder and as she swayed back and forth to push against them first her left breast, then the right made their bid for freedom. In her satin nightie, soaked to the skin, her tits bouncing free as her lover railed her from behind Amy felt the same euphoric mix of naughtiness, freedom and desirability that she had playing in the paddling pool and it pushed her over the edge to her deepest climax of the evening. She was still twitching when Dave followed her, pumping his seed deep inside her.

"Fucking hell, Amy, that was amazing." he panted as he brought her into a standing cuddle from behind.

"Yeah," she moaned softly in reply, closing the shower valve, "but don't think that gets you out of more mess."

Dave wrang out the worst of the water from his pyjamas as Amy toweled hersef off, of course he wouldn't be wearing those to sleep tonight and though she'd never tell him, sleeping naked in solidarity with him would be another first for her.