This is my first wam fantasy story. It is purely fictional. I hope one day I get to write stories based on my own experiences. (Skip ahead to the next part if you just want to get to the mess or don't like depressing stuff, but please don't ask me questions without reading the whole thing first.)

"It's over." I thought to myself. It was only six months or so since we became a couple, but it seemed like forever. I tried to take things as slow as possible, but she seemed so comfortable and she wanted me to feel the same. We had revealed some of our dreams, our secrets our deep likes and dislikes, and were really starting to make it all work between us. She respected what I like and didn't do the things I didn't (by didn't I mean couldn't stand), and she did the same with me. It was a dream, but then it became a nightmare.

I was a wamer, but she didn't know at first. We started to do more sexually. I had started slow with some tips I got from friends. We tried bondage, whipped cream and chocolate and she seemed fine with it. I loved her smile as we did it. It was so naughty and seemed hot on my already sweet girlfriend. Eventually, I started to do more, and she got confused. She said she was beginning to think I liked the sweets on her more than I did her. With no other way to say it, I showed her some sites. She got flustered and left.

I called off work for a week. It was time off I had hoped would be accompanied by my angel getting messy, but instead I was sick to my stomach with what had happened. A few days into it, I thought back to when I was younger and couldn't figure out how I spent so much time alone. Then, I remembered my dream girl. The girl I pretended to have fun with when I was having "alone time".

The girl of my dreams wasn't slutty, of even drop dead gorgeous necessarily. She took care of herself and looked rather plain, but was still hot and beautiful, much like the girl I just lost. Yes, I had fantasies with her on a regular basis and around holidays just like any guy would, only wam style. She liked it, and eventually I started to like getting it to. I hadn't "talked" to her since I got into the relationship.

I said aloud "Why did you both have to leave me?", when I heard "We didn't. Neither of us did."

There she was. I hadn't dreamt or imagined her is so long. She seemed so real sitting on the couch with me. I didn't know what to say. I still wasn't sure whether I was still with my girlfriend or what, but I looked in her eyes and knew she was saying that there was no sense being miserable and there was nothing wrong with fantasizing. We both knew...or, I guess just I knew I still loved my girlfriend and wanted her back, but right now it was time to let loose and relax, wet and messy style.

She leaned up to me and we started kissing, so tenderly, soft, and angelic. It was hard not to think of my real girl, but I just tried to not dwell on anything stressful. Not too long later, but not too soon either, the perfect time, I closed my eyes and she slowly pulled back, her hands moving so gently on my chest.

She asked if I was ready. I thanked her for being there and said yes. "Here we go." Splat! I felt a sloppy pie hit my face, the sides of my head enveloped in whipped cream. With a gentle twist back and forth, she pulled away. I licked the area around my mouth patiently, as if to entice her. It must have worked. She got me again with a dream pie: a chocolate pudding whipped cream mixture. I hadn't had one in so long, and never like this! I wiped my eyes and heard the sound of her giggling.

As I looked around, I recognized wthe the couch I was on with my dream girl was the only thing in the room, besides me, my dreamgirl, the pie tin by my feet and dream pie on my face (hence the nickname dream girl). I looked around (with what visibility I still had. It was just like a dream. The room seemed to stretch out for miles, and yet it was like there were no walls. The walls weren't blank, but had no pattern to them either. I noticed the plastic on the couch and on the floor. As I felt something soft but not messy hit me, however, suddenly all I could look at was those. She had just her bra on, her shirt thrown against me. It wasnt too fancy, but no tightly whitey either. "Its so sexy." I said. She replied, "Thanks, your turn."

I took my shirt off too and put both of our shirts on the floor. When I looked back at her she had another whipped cream pie ready, this time with some chocolate syrup on it. I felt myself get more excited as I prepared to shut my eyes and revel in it, but she just smiled and handed me the pie. "Its your turn baby." Oh, how perfect the timing was! It all just seemed to go perfectly. She showed her pearly whites to me as she closed her eyes and I let her have it baby. Just like we used to, a light impact with some soft rubbing and a twist to make sure it all gets out on the body. Slowly the crust fell with the pie tin and i could see chocolate in the layered goodness on her pretty face. It was then I noticed the chocolate syrup bottle on the couch there, so I leaned into her and kiss her more as I grabbed the little brown bottle of heaven. She gave a playful little scream as I poured the contents over her breasts. It was afterwards when she began to rub the substance from belly to chest when she guided my hands to her strap. The bra went off east and her tits bounced free. I gave her a hug trying not to be a bottle baby, but she pulled herself up and slowly I found my face in paradise. Soon I noticed most of the sweets (beside her) had run of her body. She laughed when I said this and pulled my arms behind her. I felt two dream pies appear onto my hands.

As I pulled back, I said "It's just like heaven.' She must have liked that, because she wrapped her legs around my waste and saw her slip ever-so-slightly out of her pants, revealing her underwear. I asked her for the magic words. "I'm all yours baby. Let me have it." Sploosh! That was all i needed to hear. Little drops of pudding went everywhere, but there was plenty of chocolate on her beautiful big tits. I went in for a taste as she pulled my pants off. Soon we were kissing again and my arms reached around her. Hers went around me and soon we found ourselves sitting Indian style on the floor with two huge whipped cream pies stacked high in both of our hands and a full smile from ear to ear.

"You give me what I want and I'll give you what you want." We both knew that was what we were thinking to each other, and we both understood what we meant. "Make me a sandwich?" was what I heard come from her beautiful mouth." I spread my arms like a symbol monkey to smash lunch on her head. She was as surprised as me when I decided that I was rather hungry also, so I began to kiss her. Sploosh! Whipped cream spread out in little droplets and I pulled away the pie tins around our heads, revealing a happy smile I hadn't shown since the peak of my relationship.

That got me thinking again about what I was to do, or if I were to even see her again. My dream girl got my attention and pulled her pants the rest of the way off. Suddenly I realized we were both barefoot the whole time! Distracted? "Well, I guess I'll just have to serve it up myself. She gave a shocking open mouthed smile as she smashed the pie on her lower chest, slowly rubbing it all over her belly and boobs before she took the other pie and let herself have it straight in the face! She even pulled the tin over her head, letting the whipped cream smear into her hair!

We kissed and caressed each other more as I said, "i know you aren't her, and I know you aren't real, but I love you for being there when no one else was, physically or imaginatively." I heard a sassy "Thank you, stranger. I couldn't have done it without you." We leaned in for one more romantic kiss before I returned to my real world troubles with a new light inside me, when...
...my girlfriend came in and saw us!
"What is going on!?!??" I heard. "Explain, NOW!"
".....I have no clue!" I said, and I was being completely honest at this point. I thought I was in my own little fantasy with my old dreamgirl I'd think about when I was lonely, but mostly horny when I got older (lonely and horny, wierd combo). How can she be seeing her, the mess, the couch...wait...the couch really exists....the plastic covers, the infinite space in the dream (How did she get in anyway)? Theres no door!...the inflatable pool...wait, what?

Sure enough, my dreamgirl and I were in an inflatable pool, with my girlfriend just outside it. It felt strangely soft. Then I realised that tthere was whipped cream all over the bottom of it! I realised we were all in swimware! I had my swimming trunks on and the two girls I never thought i would ever see at one had on bikinis.

We all stayed still for a few minutes, until...

"The cream isn't going to keep forever, baby, and neither is your errection." I looked at my dreamgirl stunned wondering how she could even mention that riight now. I tried to start explaning to my girlfriend what (I thought) was going on here. "This is your goofy little fetish!?" She replied. "Hey!", I heard from my dreamgirl. "Don't knock it till youve tried it. Besides he's your boyfriend! Shouldn't you support his interest to?" My girlfriend shook her head. "Fine, my dreamgirl replied, help me up." I helped her up and she reached outside of the pool that magically appeared.

I think you can guess what happened next, but its obvious that suddenly I was in a cream pit with two girls, one extremely happy and the other extremely pissed. My girlfriend rubbed the stuff of her close, only to get a burst of chocolate syrup in its place. She looked over to see my dreamgirl with a bottle of syrip and a smile. My girlfriend began to hold my dreamgirl down in response, pushing the whipped cream in her face as she was locked in.

"More chocolate!" That is something I never thought I would ever hear my girlfriend say, but she said it. My dreamgirl looked up at me and winked. I grabbed another bottle and handed it to my girl. Our hands touched and we kind of blushed at each other. Then the bottle was unscrewed and soon emptied over my dreamgirls head. I started to get excited, but didn't really want my girlfriend to see, so I tried my bessed to hide it.

"Whipped cream!" Suddenly this was like a messy opperation! A can of whipped cream appeared where the chocolate was, and as my girlfriend reached for it I saw her ruined shirt was tied around my dreamgirls arms. My girlfriend was topless. It would have looked much better with a smile (and some chocolate), but it was a sight I thought I would never see again, so I was thankful.Soon my dreamgirl was face down in a pie my girlfriend had placed down just for her (aww i wanted some), cream being sprayed all over her head and face by more spray cream.

Once again my erection began to take over. Suddenly I noticed my girlfriend looking at it. I thought I saw a grin before I turned away embarrased. As I began to think about it, I heared "More chocolate!" I grabbed another bottle and turned to give it to my girl. I succeeded, but it wasn't the girl I had expected. "Thanks!" My dreamgirl replied.My jaw dropped as she kissed my cheak and began to dump it over my girlfriend and masage the mess into her hair and over her beautiful breasts. I saw she was hogtied by her own botom swimsuit. My dreamgirl was freed from her sexy prison and was having a blast, looking at me hoping I would do the same.

My girlfriend broke loose and I could no longer see my dreamgirl. My girlfriend had a shocked look over her face (what I could still see anyway), and said "What the hell!" All i could say was i'm sorry and she replied with a small grin "Not yet you're not."

I was handcuffed with her swimsuit bottom she was using as she held me back. My dreamgirl suddenly showwed up with dozens of pies of all colors! She grabbed one and said "Here you go!" That is the last thing I saw clearly. Cream was all over my face and I liked it. My errection grew enormous! My girlfriend must have been turned on, for she ran her hand over my penis with a handful of the cream as I got a slow smoshy pie in my face, courtesy of my dreamgirl from behind, my girlfriend in front now. "Sorry yet?' I heard. "No, not really" was my obvious responce.

"Well I am." I couldn't believe what I just heard, mostly because at that moment I felt what tasted like chocolate pudding being dumped on my head." I was still open shock over my girlfriends forgiveness, so I got a good taste of it al, as well as some whipped cream being sprayed at my face, then my chest and finally my cock.

Next, I was spun around and got two pies on my face and head from my dreamgirl. She kissed me slowly and tenderly as more pudding fell on my head, my girlfriend so generously giving us a good helping. I could (barely) see that some got on her to, but she was just smiling and looking into my eyes affectionately. She looked over at my dreamgirl and asked 'How about we make a sandwhich?" Sploosh! Two cream pies went against my ears and were slowly rubbing all over my body.

Next thing I heard was giggling and I realised that I was on my back now with my arms wide open. In one arm was my dreamgirl, the other my girlfriend. They each had a smile and a pie and soon rubbed them both over my chest and penis.

Everything was great! I had never been this happy. I didn't care if it was a dream or not. I felt the girls now completely naked get up and poor more hershey's sirup all over my body. We were all laughing by now.
I asked if they wanted a taste and soon i was being pleasured by two naked girls and their tongues on my body! Another dreampie hit me square in my face, my dream girl above me holding the tin that housed it. Soon came another cream pie as i licked my lips. I wiped my eyes as I saw that one was not from my dramgirl, but my girlfriend.

I realized now, i was expecting my girlfriend to do all of the adapting without much else in return. I knew what I had to do differently, if i was fortunate enough to get her back into my life.

"You get it now?" my dreamgirl said.
I replied. "Yes"
"Good"my girlfriend said, as whipped cream and chocolate still dripped from their nipples.
"But what if she won't take me back?" i thought.
"Sure she will." Replied my messy dreamgirl assuringly.
"But I dont know if I can change." as i began to sob.
"What did you say, dear?" said my girlfriend
"I said I don't..." I smiles and and very upbeat said "I DON"T KNOW"

"Well, here's some reassurance, baby!" said mygirlfriend as she poured a big green bucket of slime down her front and onto my head. My mouth was open by the time it was over, and I found whipped cream being sprayed from two directions into my mouth and over my body. Smiling, my girlfriend got down with me and whispered into my ear "I always loved those shows. I replied "I always loved you."
We kissed eyes closed as a stream of pink slime cascaded down onto us. Soon I felt myself begin to cum.

I opened my eyes upon release to find myself (relatively) clean, and the room back to normal.
A DREAM? I THOUGHT!
I sadly got up to hear the doorbell.
My girlfriend was standing there, unsure of what to say, almost as if she just new she had to be there with me.
I shut her lips and said "I can change."
"No" she said "I love you the way you are; i'm sorry for getting mad. It took a lot to reveal that to me. Can you forgive me?" I smiled as she smiled and we hugged.
She carried some groceries inside, insisting that she wanted to do this for me. As I looked in the reflection of the glass doorway I saw my dreamgirl one more time, happily there to congratulate me with her presence, while holding a big creamy pie next to her exposed clevage.
As it turns out, my girlfriend was my dreamgirl all along!
It also turns out that was really her in the reflection with that sweet sexual look and thick creamy pie!