Lynzey and I were officially WAM buddies. It was very convenient that we were both a long way from our home towns, but shared our flats with people studying near enough to where they were from to head home regularly. It meant that one of us was always likely to have a free house at the weekend, which could mean only one thing!

We were attracted to each other, but we were never boyfriend and girlfriend. We just liked to meet up, get messy and get each other off, and that's a pretty exciting prospect as a 19-year-old WAMmer. In fact, the secrecy of it all made it even more of a thrill.

Without ever planning it out that way, we seemed to get into a routine of the host getting to mess up the guest. One Saturday, I was on my way to Lynzey's expecting to be in for some messy punishment, but it didn't quite work out that way. For a start, as I was walking there, I was thinking happily about the fun I'd had with Lynz the weekend before, which I might as well share with you.

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Lynzey arrived at my flat wearing the Dead Kennedys T-shirt I had bought her and some ripped jeans. She looked so cool, so ready to be WAMmed!

"What you got for me this time, Mike?" she asked eagerly.

"You don't waste any time, do you? I was going to offer you a cup of tea first!" I said. What a load of bollocks, why on earth did I say that?

Lynzey just smiled anyway and kissed me on the cheek. "Wait till you see what I've brought with me!" she said. "Just give me a minute to get changed".

She ran into another room and I heard her shuffling about in her bag and taking some of her clothes off. She was crazy, but cool. I couldn't wait to see what she was planning to wear for today's treatment.

The first thing I saw when she came back was that she was wearing black shoes and high white stockings. Her knees and thighs were bare until they reached the hem of a very short grey skirt. Up top, her tight grey blouse showed off plenty of cleavage. Her face bore a seductive smile, and she had tied her hair into pigtails. Here she was, 19 years old, dressed as a schoolgirl.

"Catch!" she said as she threw me something. It was an old-fashioned mortar board hat she wanted a bit of teacher vs pupil fun! I put the hat on and tried to give her a comically stern look.

Lynzey played with her hair and crossed her ankles. "So, have I been good today, teacher?" she purred innocently.

I strode over to her, trying to keep in character as the strict teacher. I grabbed her pigtails. "Well, what's this purple hair dye all about?" I barked. "That's not part of the uniform!"

"Oh, but sir!" she protested, "I think it makes me look pretty."

"It's not acceptable, Harris!" I said, using her surname like an old-fashioned teacher would. "You will have to punished!"

"But, but sir" she whined, really getting into her character of being a schoolgirl dreading her punishment.

"You're on detention! Get upstairs!" I demanded. I lifted up her skirt and gave her a gentle slap on the arse to usher her towards the stairs. She yelped playfully and obediently climbed the stairs and went into my room. Of course, the room had been WAM-proofed with plastic sheeting to make sure that the only thing about to get messy would be Lynzey, and it was full of stuff she was going to get covered in.

"Sit at your desk!" I ordered. The desk I often used for writing just happened to be an old-fashioned, school-style thing with a chair and desk attached to it. Lynzey took her seat and started kicking her legs.

I paced round Lynzey a few times to build the suspense. I love this bit of WAM, the moment before the mess starts flowing and the girl soon to be on the receiving end isn't sure what she's in for. I eventually stood behind her and spoke.

"What are we going to do with you, Harris?" I said in a disappointed voice.

"I-I don't know, sir," she replied. She was a good actress. Normally she loved being WAMmed, and I could tell she was loving this, but she was playing the part of reluctance and innocence perfectly."

"You have no respect for the uniform!" I said. "You're in need of strict discipline, and I'm a teacher who believes that unruly students need to be punished. Maybe a few pie hits to the face will sort out your attitude?"

"Oh sir, not the pies!" she protested. "Anything but that!"

"I'm sorry, Harris, but you leave me with no choice." I dangled a huge custard pie in front of her face, but I didn't smash her with it yet. Instead, I put it down on the desk in front of her and walked back round in front, grabbing a chocolate cream pie. I cocked back my right hand and Lynzey closed her eyes tight, knowing she was about to get splattered.

"This what you get, young lady!" I taunted, as I threw the pie hard into her face. Chocolate cream splashed everywhere as the pie enveloped her pretty face and the runny remnants of it dripped down onto her breasts.

"Ohhhhohhohhhh!" she groaned, and then, as if dazed by the full-on pie hit, she fell forward and planted her face into the custard pie I had put on the desk. That was exactly what I hoped she would do, she just seemed to know how to play up to my turn-ons perfectly.

Lynzey remained face down in the pie, almost as though she was waiting for my permission to lift her head up. I didn't give it, but I tugged gently at her pigtails to pull her out of the pie and looked at her pie-splattered face. Without another word, I nailed her in the face with four gooey whipped cream pies one after another, before dunking her back into the custard pie in her desk.

I sometimes feel that I'm a bit sadistic with WAM, and that I can verge on being cruel, but I would never do something if I knew Lynzey didn't like it, and it's a turn-off for me if girls don't enjoy getting messy. Lynzey quite clearly loved getting pied and gunged, and I'm quite happy to be on the receiving end of some pretty rough treatment myself. You should've seen Lynz the first time she decided to get her revenge on me. She was sitting on my lap, grabbing handfuls of cream and physically slapping me across the face with them, and pieing me so hard it hurt. But I deserved it, and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Lynzey still had her face buried in the custard pie. "Sit up!" I commanded. Looking deliberately dazed, Lynzey lifted her head up and looked straight ahead. She licked her lips slowly, taking in the custard, chocolate and cream plastered all over her face. She knew I hadn't finished with her yet by a long chalk!

"So, you like having purple hair, Harris?" I asked

"Yes sir," she replied.

"Is purple your favourite colour?"

"Yes, it is sir."

"Would you like to be purple all over, from head to toe?"

"I suppose that would be cool, sir!"

She knew exactly where this was leading, but she was playing along nicely. I had prepared a huge bucket of purple slime and it was about to go all over her. I started tipping it over her head and she gasped sexily. I didn't have to ask her to look up any more, she just did it and allowed the thick gloop to pile up on her face. It started to slither down her arms and onto her cleavage. I wrapped my arms around her chest and gave her a squeeze, watching the purple gunge ooze back out of her bra as I did it.

"Learned your lesson yet?" I asked her, and started to tickle under her arms and around her breasts.

"Hahahahaha, heheheeheheee!" was the only replied she could manage.

"Clearly not, if you think it's funny!" I scolded, as I gave her yet another custard pie in the face.

"Well, there's only one thing for it," I said. "Let's see what's left over from school dinners".

I reached for a huge bucket a stirred it with a large metal ladle. "Lovely rice pudding," I said. "Stodgy, lumpy and thick."

I flung a ladle-full of the gloop into Lynzey's face, then I went behind her with the big, heavy bucket. She wiped her eyes of the rice pudding, but there would be lots more of it coming her way. I tipped the bucket over her hair and heard her shriek again as it trickled down her face. A healthy dose of it went down her blouse and onto those two perfect tits. I undid her skirt, opened up the front of her knickers and filled them with the creamy white pudding. Some of it even went down her socks.

"I think we'll leave it there," I said as I emptied the last drops over her head. "Class dismissed!"

Lynzey cleared her face with both her hands and ran her fingers through her gunge-matted hair.

"Oh, sir!" she gasped, "you've really taught me a valuable lesson today. How can I ever repay you?"

A dripping mess, she strode confidently over to me and dropped to her knees so that her head was about level with my crotch. Oh my god, was she really going to do what I was thinking?"

"Drop your pants, sir!" she said.

I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall down my legs. Lynzey eagerly yanked down my boxers as well so that my erect penis was just inches away from her face.

Lynzey licked her lips and said "Sir, allow me to suck your cock!"

With that, she started circling her tongue anti-clockwise around my helmet. I went weak at the knees with how good it felt. She then changed direction and swirled her tongue the other way. Gradually, her lips crept up my shaft until she had taken the full length of my dick down her throat.
I felt like I was going to blow my load any second, but I didn't want to. I was enjoying it too much. I just tried to somehow imagine that there wasn't this stunning university student down on her knees, covered in pie filling and rice pudding, dressed in a sexy uniform and ramming my cock down her throat.

I was also trying to stay in character as the teacher, but the best thing I could think of to say was "good girl!"

Lynzey opened her mouth and pulled her head back. "No, I'm a bad girl!" she said, "I need more discipline!"

She was obviously aware that there was still a chocolate cream pie left. I seized it and pied her forcefully in the face.

"Yeah, that's what I deserve!" she panted, and she was straight back on my dick. She made a noise that I think was supposed to be "mmmmmmm" but it came out more like "mlmlmlmlmlm" because she had a gobful of cock and was batting against my shaft with her tongue. I really couldn't hold on any longer and groaned noisily.

"In my face!" she screamed, finally breaking character. "Jizz right in my face!"
I happily obliged, pumping a thick torrent of cum all over her pie-splattered face. She licked up the spatterings of spunk that landed near her lips and collapsed onto her back, laughing with joy.
"That was fucking awesome!" she said.

--

So, that was last weekend, and now I was on my way to Lynzey's expecting to get my just desserts. I imagined she was likely to keep the theme going and subject me to some sort of "gunge the teacher" punishment. Like I said though, it worked out very differently, and I wasn't the one on the receiving end!

I got to Lynzey's house and rang the doorbell. Straight away, I heard footsteps coming to the door and envisaged Lynzey with an keen look of revenge on her face. But when the door opened, it wasn't Lynzey it was her Spanish housemate, Lara.

"Ohhi!" I said, realising straight away that I sounded rudely disappointed and surprised. Lara didn't seem to notice.
"Hi there, Lynz told me you were coming! She's upstairs in her room," she said.
Lara spoke excellent English, but looked typically Hispanic with her jet black hair, olive skin, dark-rimmed glasses and cute, round behind. She definitely a good-looking girl, but I was so obsessed with Lynzey that I barely noticed.

Sure enough, Lynzey was in her room, finishing off her preparations to a trolley full of pies. She was wearing her Ramones T-shirt, but was still in her pyjama bottoms and bare feet, even though it was early afternoon. Typical students!

"Hey Mike!" she said excitedly.

"Hey, yourself! Shouldn't you have an empty house?"

"Well, I thought I might mix things up a bit and let somebody else have a taste of the pies this time!" She winked at me.

"Whoa, you don't mean-"

"LARA!" she shouted down the stairs.

My heart was in my mouth. I'm pretty shy about my fetish, and get very easily embarrassed. Meeting up with Lynzey for a session behind closed doors was great fun, but I really wasn't sure about bringing her housemate into it especially since I hardly even knew the girl.

"Lynz, I don't know about this." I said.

"Relax, Mike. She'll love it, trust me!" said Lynzey, as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed me on the lips. And I did trust her, all of a sudden. I probably didn't need too much persuasion once I really thought about the idea of pieing Lynzey's hot Spanish housemate.

Lara came bounding up the stairs.

"Yeah?" she said. She was wearing a blue T-shirt, jeans and rainbow-coloured socks without shoes.

Lynzey hid the trolley of pies out of her sight and went to meet her friend at the top of the stairs. "Mike and I were wondering if you would like to be initiated into our club?" said Lynzey

Lara looked baffled but smiled, "what does that involve?"

"Well," said Lynzey, "the first thing you'll need to do is get in the bath. You'd best take your glasses off, and probably your socks as well."

Lara left her glasses on the ledge in the bathroom, quickly pulled off both her brightly-coloured socks and climbed into the bath. She sat there smiling and wiggling her toes. She seemed very enthusiastic given that she had no idea what was going to happen to her.

With the three of us in the bathroom, Lynzey then turned back to me and put her hands behind her back. "Mike," she said, "why don't you demonstrate to Lara what happens in initiation, using me as your assistant?"

Awesome! Lynzey never wanted to miss out on a few pies in the face herself. I grabbed a custard pie from the trolley, which was still out of Lara's line of sight. Lynzey kept her hands behind her back and her eyes slightly shut, waiting for the pie.

SPLAT! Thick custard hit her full in the face, and the noise was instantly greeted by a shocked laugh from Lara, who had no idea that was about to happen. Lynzey didn't clear her face but gave her lips a quick lick. "And another one," she said, "just to make sure Lara knows for sure what she's getting herself in for."

This time I picked up a gooey lime pie. I went for the smear across the face technique this time, rubbing the pie slowly into Lynzey's features and eventually easing it onto her head. Lara laughed and applauded, clearly enjoying watching her friend get the pie-in-the-face treatment. "Oh, I'm well up for this!" she said excitedly.

"I knew you would be!" said Lynzey, turning back to her friend. I then crept behind Lynzey's back with two whipped cream pies. I winked at Lara, who could see what I was about to do and winked back. WHUMP! A nice, thick cream pie sandwich on both sides of Lynzey's head.

"Haha, that's enough demonstration now, Mike," Lynzey laughed through the pies. She was right, there was a hot, willing WAM virgin waiting patiently here after all.
"Yeah, come on!" yelled Lara. "Time to pie me!"

Lara was kind of aggressive, which I found strangely arousing. She started making "come on then" gestures as she shouted "what you waiting for, let me have it! Come on! Get on with.."

SPLAT! She was interrupted by a custard pie leaving Lynzey's right hand and landing square in her face. She made a high-pitched noise and dropped her jaw in shock.

"Haha, that shut you up, didn't it?" Lynzey teased. I decided to accept my invitation to pie Lara as well. I dumped a chocolate cream pie onto her head, and immediately followed that up with a gooey strawberry cake to the face.

"Lynz told me you were coming over to help her with her coursework!" Lara gasped at me.

"He is," Lynzey said, nailing Lara in the face with another custard pie. "It's a practical study of the effects of pies in the face."

"And you're our specialist subject!" I continued, following up by rubbing a lime pie up and down Lara's face.

"Hahahahaha, more pies! Keep them coming!" shouted the thoroughly splattered Lara.

It's hard to keep your cool in these situations, and Lynzey and I found ourselves just pelting her widely. No sooner would I throw a cream pie into her face, than Lynzey would tilt her head up and pie her hard from above with a chocolate cream effort. It was all a bit of a fast-paced blur but, after about 20 pies, she was a sloppy, multi-coloured mound of mess, helped by Lara's own reluctance to even wipe her face of the gloopy gunge.
Lara licked her lips. "That all you've got?" she said abrasively.

"Well, not quite!" said Lynzey. "Just one crowning touch, then you can consider yourself well and truly initiated!"

Lynzey picked up a huge bucket of custard, which was almost too heavy for her to lift.

"Allow me!" I said.

"Ah, your such a gentleman!" she mocked. "Well, if you're pouring it, I'm not missing out on a gunging!"

Lynzey climbed into the bath and sat down next to Lara, putting her arms around her. "Ready to get custardised?" she asked Lara.

"You bet! Bring it on!" she cried, pumping her arms out. This just kept getting better and better for me. I now had two hot girls cosying up to each other, happily waiting to get covered in custard.

"Ok girls, are you ready?" I asked as I held the bucket high above their heads. They both whooped their approval and I started to pour.

"Lara and Lynzey, I hereby sentence you both to be detainedin custardy!!!"

The thick gloopy custard hit Lara's head first and bounced off, showering Lynzey. I moved it over to Lynz who, of course, didn't need to be prompted to look up and get it all over her face.

"Whoooooaaaa!" she said, gargling a bit because some of the custard was going in her mouth. I moved back over to Lara, who was being a great sport but still needed a bit of training.

"Look up!" said Lynzey. "It's great fun getting it in your face!"

Lara took the advice and looked directly up into the yellow torrent as it plunged down on her. Then she looked ahead again, her face a gooey yellow mask.

"Tastes delicious," she said, running her tongue around her lips passionately.
I looked at the two of them, dripping with custard and pie. Lara's tits and Lynzey's crotch were covered in the goo, as they started grabbing handfuls of it and throwing them at each other. While they were distracted, I flicked the shower on and gave them both a good cold soaking like I had when Lynzey lost her WAM virginity.

They screeched, but then started to wash themselves. Lynzey wasn't quite as messy as Lara, so she was relatively clean fairly quickly. She wrapped a towel around herself, left Lara to finish her shower, walked out of the bathroom and collapsed, soaking wet, on her bed.

"Getting messy gets me so horny!" she said. I decided I owed her one for the amazing blowjob she gave me last weekend. I jumped on the bed and pulled off her pyjama bottoms and knickers. Her pussy was really wet. I kissed her clit, pressing it with my tongue against my upper lip.

"Oooohhhhoohhooh!" she moaned. I slid my hands up her T-shirt and started fondling her breasts. Her panting grew louder and faster as I continued to suck and lick at her cunt.

"OH MY GOD!!!!" she shouted as the pussy juice spurted out into my face. She threw her hands behind her head and smiled, then she got up and reached behind her bed.

"I did save one for you!" she said.

"What?" I replied.

Suddenly, a yellow circle was thrust into my face. SPLAT! Some reward for my efforts a custard pie in my face from Lynzey. Ah well, only fair I suppose!

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After we'd all got cleared up, we talked for a bit back down in the living room. "You two seemed to get really into that pie stuff? Is it, like, a sexual thing for you?" asked Lara.

My face went red, but Lynzey answered for us. "Yeah, we do get a bit of a kick off it. It's Mike's fault, he introduced me to it!"

"Haha, I thought so," laughed Lara. "Well, I didn't really find it sexy, just a lot of fun!"

Lynzey and I kind of decided at that point that maybe we should leave Lara out of our WAM fun from now on. It wasn't really fair if we were getting turn-ons out of something she was doing innocently.

Lara, however, had other ideas