It's been about six months since Jim the cameraman last joined us (see the earlier story WAM Bang Thank you Cameraman). What an evening that was! We were both taken aback at how rampantly horny he was and how he wasted no time getting into our filthy little paddling pool and gave Julie a good seeing-to! Six months later we finally have everything cleaned up and it's time to have him back.

For all our big sploshing sessions Julie is in charge of 'outfits'. She makes sure she's absolutely pristine for the start and I'm in charge of everything else! Prepping the room, getting the heating right and setting up the camera are all down to me. I'm also the main 'product buyer' and three trips to the budget supermarkets and Cash and Carry is lovely foreplay for the fun to come.

We have a nice budget for this one, what with Jim visiting us again, and the cupboards in the spare room are bulging with promise. Julie knows that pretty much anything goes! I love to tease her with the sweet and edible stuff; cuddly custard, cosy chocolate sauce and sickly syrup, but I also love to trash her with lots of savoury favourites and inedible filth. Jim loves that too!

Jim doesn't know it but we're going to have a bit of fun with him this time. Given how rampant he was six months ago, Julie reckons she can make him cum even quicker this time.

'Within a minute I reckon' she says.

'No way! He'll have more staying power this time'.

Julie grins. She has something up her sleeve. We agree to differ. If she wins the bet and poor Jim can't last more than a minute I'll get the 'pleasure' of cleaning her up with my tongue and if she loses, she'll buy me a crate of nice beers. Sounds fair enough!

Having met Jim a few times now we're all relaxed in each other's company and it's nice to have a drink or two with him and a bite to eat before the main course gets thrown around. Julie leaves the room with half an hour to spare to get ready and when she returns we always wolf whistle our appreciation. This time is no exception! Wow! She's in a dark grey skirt suit, black stockings and high (ish) heels, pristine white blouse and not a hair out of place.

'You were the Tax Inspector last time I was here weren't you?' says Jim

She nods. 'I'm you're Bank Manager this time' she replies.

'That Bank Manager who double charged interest on my overdraft and sent me a letter to say it was my fault?' I blurted.

'That's mean. What are you going to do about it'?

We're immediately in character. The ice is broken and the messy scenario has started.

'Shall we show her Jim'?

'That snooty Bank Manager needs to be taught a lesson good and proper' he replies.

'Let's go through here in that case'.

The sploshing room is prepared. Polythene sheets are wall to wall with our big 'fun-pool' in the middle and a white plastic garden chair centre-stage. Tables on either side of the pool are buckling with 'stuff' and there's more on the floor.

'Would you like to take a seat here please Miss Bank Manager'

'What for?'

'I think you know perfectly well by now'. Of course she does. Jim takes his seat behind the video camera and gets the second camera ready for close-up shots and we are ready to roll.

I love trying to see how messy I can get her without any obvious external change of appearance. Respectably messy I call it. She lifts her arms and very carefully I pour the yolks of three eggs inside the cuffs of each blouse sleeve. She squeals as the yolks spill out over her chest inside the blouse and suit jacket. Next it's some cooking oil poured down the back of her neck, inside the blouse of course. It spills out a bit over her bottom but from the front she's still pristine.

'Stand up dear'. Very condescending I know all part of the parody.

I wriggle the skirt hem up her legs, the material crackling against her dry nylons. Not for much longer!

'Tights eh'?

The glossy heavyweight tights show off her legs to perfection not that I'm going to tell her that now. Those tights, all pulled up snugly to her belly button, mean a change of plan for her destruction. It puts off the inescapable panty filling for a few more seconds. Skirt back in place and the waistband zip undone a few inches gives perfect access to pull open the back of her panties and tights. Jim stands up to film it.

'God, I love this bit, filling her knickers like this' he says. 'You deserve it of course Julie for those financial irregularities and all that' His voice tails off, desperately trying, but failing, to keep up the pretense of the bank manager and customer parody.

A big tin of spaghetti in sauce and some mashed up bananas drop in to the void. Another tin of thick beef stew goes into the front and the tights are pulled neatly back up, scarcely able to conceal the bulge but with the skirt pulled back in to place there's nothing untoward to see.

Julie takes hold of the chair handles and slowly lowers her bottom in to the chair. The 'Pffft!' from her underwear as she sits down makes us all snigger.

'Pass me Mr Pink please' she says.

Mr Pink is sat next to Mr Shiny on the side of the pool. Ten inches long with a glorious bell-end and realistically pink! She stands up, opens her legs and directs Mr Pink's domed head up to her crotch.

'Hmmmhmmm!'

Poor, frustrated Mr Pink pushes fruitlessly against the bulging nylon smooshing the contents inside. Then he starts buzzing in annoyance.

'Ohhh...yes..nice Mr Pink. You'll get your full reward later'

Jim keeps filming.

'I think that's enough fun for the moment. You're looking FAR too clean'!

Julie sits back down and lifts her heels up level with the seat for Jim to get an up-close view of her greasy, mushy crotch. Then I fill her heels with custard and we film her pushing her toes back into them. Apart from her flushed cheeks, she still looks outwardly remarkably clean. There's a little hiatus. What do we do with her next? Eggs into her suit pockets and smashed with a metal spoon is fun. As is tipping a little jar of smelly pesto sauce into her inside breast pocket. It'll catch her nose for the rest of the session at least whilst she's still wearing her clothes!

She's on the edge of respectability now. Ugly stains are appearing all over her outfit. Time to move on. Jim films as I prepare two large custard pies behind Julie's back. She's taken by surprise as I smoosh both of them on to either side of her head. Then two more into her face and back of her head lovingly pressed and smeared to leave a double pie-case hat.

'Mwwaaaah!'

'Oh yes.That's nice!'

The ice is well and truly broken, now let's go to town. The first half-hour felt like we tiptoed round that lovely phase of starting to mess her up. The second half-hour will see her complete destruction.

Multiple squeezy bottles of ketchup, brown sauce and mayonnaise are fired over her mercilessly! She's treacle'd and chocolate sauce'd. Her glossy tights take on a lovely glossier sheen of golden treacle. Bags of flour are burst over her head and mixed with more greasy margarine and lard to give the stiffest hairdo known to man. A large bucket of warm porridge unconventionally made with added cooking oil, baked beans, smashed eggs, ketchup, treacle and jam provides a little respite for the hairdo dumped over head, flooding into her lap and pattering onto the polythene. Nonplussed, she says nothing and doesn't flinch when her blouse is roughly ripped open and her boobs eased out over the top of her bra. They both get the ketchup treatment and nipples teased with the palms of my hands, leaving them like two rich glace' cherries.

Meanwhile Jim keeps filming. He's clearly enjoying it his shorts have a big wet stain across the front! The mush in her panties needs a top-up. More haste less care this time round. Her skirt is unceremoniously hoisted and the waistbands of her tights and knickers are pulled open. Strawberry jam, mushy peas and more sloppy spaghetti in orange tomato sauce are dumped inside. I can't resist fondling the distended bulges in her filled underwear, pushing it between her legs and up the crack of her bottom.

Another shampoo, cream cheese and Branston pickle this time, adds to the sickly fug in the room with more flour dust in the air as another bag is burst over her head for good measure. Jim zooms in on the forlorn 'bank manager' with her tits on show and skirt hiked up round her thighs.

Two bottles of pitch-black poster paint are poured into a large builders bucket already half-filled with blocks of margarine and dried porridge oats. It's such a stiff concoction it can barely be mixed but it's one of our ultimate outfit-fuckers. Julie gets it everywhere. Spread, smeared and slathered over every stitch of her outfit and every scrap of skin and hair. It takes about five minutes to complete the destruction and when Jim's finished filming the filth from every angle she stands up and lets me at her with the garden shears. Not literally of course just the outfit. It's too robust to be torn off by hand and needs a little 'help' to be removed.

First the skirt goes simply by hacking the back slit up to the waistband and snipping it in two. Then the suit jacket sliced open up each arm then roughly torn into three tatters. The blouse goes in seconds with the bra straps snipped and dragged off moments later. Ridiculously she's now stood there in just her lumpy tights and panties and high heels! Continuing the ridicule I pull on a pair of yellow rubber gloves and resume spreading the contents of the grease bucket over her filthy top half. When I'm finished, and she giggles at me, even her teeth are black. With a dustpan I scoop up a bucketful of floor-sludge and get her to pull out the waistband of her tights and knickers again and hold it open with her thumbs. Ten litres of gloop is no match for her underwear and the weight of it quickly pulls the nylon from her grasp and the tights and panties slip into a shapeless pile on the polythene. The ruination of the Bank Manager is complete! Jim wolf whistles in appreciation!

What happens next is a little unexpected and not quite in the script.

'Are we done?' he asks 'cos' I just can't resist getting in there too.'

Before I can answer Julie flashes me a grease-stained grin.

'Come on in. The water's lovely' she says and passes me the ruined garden chair to make some more room.

Jim takes no more persuading and has his shorts whipped off quicker than I can say 'pig in shit'. He sets the camera to wide angle, leaves it recording and steps in, stark naked, almost slipping over on the polythene as he climbs in.

'Ohh...fuck...disgusting' he blurts, then sits down and smears his arms and legs with slop. Julie pushes him over and next thing they are playfully wrestling. Within a minute or so he's completely covered. Completely aroused too by the look of it; his cock is stiff as a ramrod and bouncing round with abandon.

Watching them both I realise I'm missing out! Crazy when I was the one to get Julie in to that state in the first place. But I've never played around with another guy like this and hadn't foreseen that events would turn out this way. Last time we sploshed together, Jim got into the pool, did the business with Julie and climbed out again. But this time he was the one in there enjoying the 'foreplay' with her and I was on the side like a lemon.

Fuck it! In for a penny in for a pound as they say. I pull off my clothes and step in. Well, they were on to me like lions on a wounded zebra, trashing me within a few seconds, properly filling my face and ears with sludge. Why did I expect anything else? I felt Julie's tits in my face then a hand on my cock, it could have been hers or Jim's, then a tub of slops was poured over my head and I could barely see or hear fuck all! When I came round, with blury eyes, Julie was on her back with Mr Pink half inside her and Jim holding the other half. Oh, my! This is getting out of control, but what a turn on seeing our friend playing with her like this. Her fingers are working her clitoris as Jim carefully fucks her with the dildo and then, gripping his arm, she pushes Mr Pink in harder with abandon, closes her eyes and is overcome with a massive orgasm!

I let them get their breath and set-to on the feral fuckers with ketchup. There's a couple of tubs left and they both get it over their backs and heads, followed by a catering tin of cold rice pudding which splashes fucking everywhere and a bag of flour which covers them both. They just laugh it's impossible to get any filthier now. They pull me back down and we roll round in the dark slop like three shiny black otters playing on a muddy river bank.

The two of us guys are both hard with excitement. Jim grabs my cock for fun. I like it and don't pull back and he wanks it half a dozen times.

'No coming now' Julie warns. 'I want to do something for the camera' she says.

There's a couple of deliciously creamy custard pies left in their cases and Julie quickly makes up a few others from the thick slops on the floor. Facing the camera Julie kneels down and gets us to kneel facing either side of her. With our cocks in each of her hands she starts to wank us both and we let her have it. A custard pie each pressed into the front and back of her head, smooshed over her hair and followed up by more of the sludge pies front and back. I'll never forget that!

'Don't come!' she splutters 'or there'll be trouble'!

Right you!, she says pointing at me, 'out of the pool'.

'Jim, you get in the corner.'

I'm almost bursting now as the horny otter takes control.

She leans over the edge of the pool and opens an old shoebox with the words 'Julie's box' on the lid. Even I don't know what's in it. She hooks out a pair of pristine high-back, high-leg white satin panties with some lovely lace trim. By the time she gets them on they are looking a little less than pristine, but Jim and I are both past caring Jim is positively dribbling in anticipation! Also inside the box are half a dozen opened tins of ravioli in sauce. Delicious! With comic anticipation she thumbs open the front of her panties and deposits the contents of three of the tins inside, then turns round and tips two of the tins into the back. Just as she gets down onto her hands and knees she tips the final tin inside the back of her panties so that the contents sit as a raised bulge on her bottom.

'Jim' she says solemnly, 'Do your worst!'

Jim's eyes are out on fucking stalks. He seems to have lost the power of speech and resorts to communicating in hisses and whistles. I don't think I've ever seen a stiffer hard-on than his right now. He gets in to position behind Julie and takes the remains of her suit to kneel on. He smooths his filthy hands over the remaining pristine satin of her knickers and lines his himself up with her crotch. Very carefully moving the gusset to one side with his index finger he pushes his cock into the morass. One or two of the ravioli parcels fall to the polythene as he presses further in. Julie pushes her hand back to help guide him in.

'Yes.yes a bit more.'

She closes her eyes as he slowly impales her.

'Sshhhhhh!' More hisses and whistles from Jim

Ravioli plops to the floor as he pushes right in then, with his hands on her hips, he slowly withdraws and pushes back in.

One, two, three, four. He's opened her right up now and fucking her royally through her pasta-packed satin panties. Each time he slaps against her bottom more mashed ravioli falls into the disgusting slops. I love watching Julie's tits swing when she's fucked like this and almost on cue Jim reaches forward and gropes them both with the palms of his hands.

Fuck I'm losing track of the time. Must be nearly a minute I wonder if Julie's keeping count. He looks like he's reaching a crescendo. Four or five more strokes and he freezes bolt upright. This is it!

'Jim?'

'Gotta..gotta pace myself' he grunts. He hasn't come! And without another murmur he bends forward and impales himself on her again. This time he leans right over her back, rests his knuckled fists on the floor and sets-to like a jackhammer. He's soon well past a minute and shows no sign of letting up. Julie is getting the fucking of her life and it's making my balls blue with pressure just watching it. This time when he moves bolt upright there's no going back. I can see his cock slicing in and out of her. Julie's 'waaaahs' match Jim's 'sshhh's' as his eyes glaze over and he blurts out 'I'm going to cum!' Three or four more strokes and his balls burst inside her and he wallops out the remains of his orgasmic bliss. It sounds as messy as it looks!

He falls off her and rolls into the pool. Julie stays on her hands and knees and turns round as if to invite me. She's lost the bet but she knows it's my turn for sloppy seconds now. I can't resist of course and even though it feels like I'm screwing the Mersey Tunnel when I'm inside her I can only last a few strokes before I blow my own load too. That whole experience is fucking crazy! I roll off her too and lie on my back in the filth. That's a mistake. Julie's lost the bet but that's not stopping her getting astride my face and clamping her thighs over my cheeks. What the fuck! In for a penny in for a pound though and what a delicious view of her steaming red pussy lips as the first blob of our mingled spunk oozes out over my nose and face.

'Oh yes, lick her out man' says Jim, unaware that he was the perpetrator of this little 'punishment'. What an evening! The clean-up was almost as epic as the session but just before midnight Jim disappeared into the night and we were left to reflect on an amazing threesome. Shall we have him back?