(crossposted from my stories page)

"Oh, you weren't kidding about the pies, were you?", she asked me as she looked at the long conference table and the rows and rows of large pies.

I said, "Nope! Not kidding! There are, lets see, chocolate cream pie..."

"Chocolate cream pie. Mmmm!", she repeated.

I continued, "And vanilla cream pie. The cream is a blend of marshmallow and cool-whip, or maybe cake frosting blended in."

"What's this one?" she asked, pointing to one of the pies.

"That is caramel-cream. It's caramel base with a coolwhip-caramel blend on top. And that next to it is a sticky-meringue."

"Caramel whipcream pie? And a sticky meringue pie? Sounds... very sticky!", she nodded.

"Yep! And over here, a few more chocolate cream pies. And I think that's banana cream pie."

"Banana cream pie. I love the sound of that.", she said, "Banana. Cream. PIE."

"It's mainly whipped cream and vanilla with a couple of banana slices in there."

"I see! I love pie, I love how it feels. So sensual! Um, in your mouth I mean, of course. You just.. take a forkful and, uh, swirl it around.. and.. uh, you know what, nevermind!", she smiled and walked along the table.

She knelt over and smelled a chocolate cream pie. "Mmm! Oh, this smells so good! Dark chocolate! Yum!"

I watched her, and as she walked back to where I was standing, I said, "So you look gorgeous tonight! Perfect makeup, really. Just beautiful."

"Thanks!", she replied, "Yes, I did my eyes the way you like them. And I had to let my hair down tonight."

I nodded, "Yeah, I love that. Looks great! And where did you get that dress you're wearing?"

"Oh, this thing? It's a little black number I've had for a while. No straps, lots of shoulder. It barely covers my butt, though, and it is a little tight, and it does have the whole boob-shelf thing going for it, but I like it."

"Mmm, well, me too. You look fantastic this evening! I hope you don't mind, no tie for me. Just the slacks and the good white shirt."

She smiled and nodded, "Thank you! And yes, you are very business casual!"

She looked over the table of pies, again. "So many nice pies. Ha! Looks dangerous."

"Dangerous? How?", I asked.

She shook her head, "Oh, um... nevermind!"

I changed the subject, "So, do you think these pies are too big? I mean, they're large. Deep, too. There has to be gallons and gallons of whipped cream and pie filling on this table."

She shrugged, and tugged up her dress. "Yeah, I noticed that they're all kind of super-sized. I don't know, it depends what they're for. Uh, so, what are they for?"

"What are they for?", I repeated.

"Yeah. Why all of the pies? What are they for? I mean, you don't have some sort of pie fetish or anything, right?"

I said, "Oh, um, ah, no, that'd be silly! I mean, wow. Ridiculous!"

She nodded, "Right! haha! Yeah, it would be silly! Yes, yes, ridiculous. I don't have a pie fetish. Nope. No great big pie in the face fetish here! Ha ha!"

"So, what are they for you asked?", I asked.

She nodded.

I replied, "Well, actually, these are for a pie fight scheduled for tomorrow."

She paused, and her eyes went wide, "Seriously? You're joking!"

"Nope! Not joking."

She asked, "And what's your role in all of this? Are you like a target or something?", she snickered at the end of her question.

I smiled, "NO! Oh, no. Nope, I'm the one who throws the pies."

She gasped, "No! Really? You.. you give someone a pie in the face? Oh my god!"

I nodded. "Yeah. Now can you imagine the poor soul who gets one of these giant, rich, creamy and seriously gooey pies right in the face? Can you imagine what that would be like?"

She looked horrified, "OH, it must be totally humiliating! Embarrassing!"

"They'd be covered. I mean, really really pied!", I laughed a little.

"Uh huh! They would! And it'd get in their hair. How terrible!", she said.

I continued, "Yeah, and I'm good at this. I'm kind of merciless at it. So the person who gets the pie really, and I mean really, gets a really serious, big, totally-covered-and-pied pie in the face. I don't hold back. I really let 'em have a pie."

She looked at me, nodding, "You sound cruel!"

"Oh, it's fun!", I grinned.

She said, "Well, yeahhh, I can imagine that giving someone a pie in the face would be really fun... but getting a pie in the face? Wow. Well, luckily, I'll never know."

I laughed, "Oh? Why is that?"

"Oh, please. I'm much too gorgeous for a pie in the face.", she batted her eyes at me. "My hair is too long, and too nice for that. And I'm just too hot to ever get pied. And just the phrase 'pie in the face', makes me shiver."

"Oh, I definitely agree that you're gorgeous! And that your hair is beautiful. And your figure... ahem. Yeah, you make hourglasses jealous."

"Why thank you!"

"So you probably have nothing to worry about", I said.

She looked askance at me, "Probably? What do you mean 'probably'?"

I said, "Well, it's not just that someone gets the pie. There are secret triggers! So when someone says something to trigger a pie in the face, they get a great big pie in the face!"

She grinned, "Oh my god! What if they keep saying whatever these trigger things are?"

"Well,", I said, "Then they keep getting pied. Relentlessly!"

"Relentlessly?"

"Yep. Re. Lent. Less. Pies. And since these pies are big..."

"..ginormous!", she said,

"...then the person getting pied really, oh wow, I mean really, gets pied but good!"

She said, "Well! I have nothing to worry about. I am not going to get pied. And anyone stupid enough to say a trigger word or phrase or whatever deserves a pie in the face!"

"I totally agree! I'm happy we're on the same page here!"

"Totally. Definitely. I bet you love your work!"

"Oh, I'm going to really love it tonight."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Nothing!", I said.

She shrugged, "So what are these trigger phrases anyway? You can tell me. I'm not in any danger of getting a pie in the face. Like I said, I'm much, much too attractive for that. No one would ever pie me. Nope! Not happening."

"Well, I can't say, that'd give it away! But I bet you could guess one or two."

"Yeah, I bet I could. And I'm not stupid enough to actually say it, either. I mean, anyone.. ANYONE who is just dumb enough to say a pie in the face trigger thing just deserves a pie in the face. I'm certain you agree with me!"

"Oh, I agree. I agree completely."

"Yes, that's because I'm always right!"

I nodded.

"I mean, it's not like I would stand here and say something like 'Give me a pie in the face', or 'Can I have a pie please', or 'Where's my pie?'.

"No, never!", I said, stepping toward the table.

She continued, "And I'm in a hot little black dress, and I look fabulous tonight. It would never, ever happen to me. So, hmm, yeah, I think the dumbest thing someone could say would be 'Give me a pie in the face'.

She stood in front of me, a matter-of-fact expression on her face. I replied, "Wait, what's the dumbest thing someone could say in a room full of great big whipped cream pies?"

She said, "Anyone who is just stupid enough to say 'give me a pie in the face!' while standing next to a table groaning with pies just.. I dunno, deserves to get pied."

"I agree!", I said. I asked, "Hey, what's that phrase again? I want to make sure i get it right."

She nodded, "Sure! It's 'give me a pie in the face'! I mean, in a room full of pies.. pfft! Anyone who says that just needs to get pied!"

I picked up a big, and heavy, chocolate cream pie. She watched me. I asked, "I think I have it, almost. What's that phrase."

She said, "Give me a pie in the face."

I took a step closer, and she watched me, curiously. She adjusted her long, blonde hair around her face, and hitched up her little black dress again. I said, "Yeah, I want to make sure I hear the intonation right. You know, so it's perfect. What's the phrase?"

She rolled her eyes in mock-impatience, "Give me a pie in the face!"

I nodded, "Yeah, not bad. Not bad. Hey, one more time please?"

She sighed. "GIVE me. A PIE. IN THE FACE!"

I took a step closer, the heavy and thick pie in my right hand. She looked at the pie, and looked at me. "Got it now?", she asked.

"Nope. Can you run it one last time?"

"Oh my god. I hope you listen this time. Give me a pie in the face! Give ME. A PIE. Pie in the face. ME! Give me a PIE IN THE FACE! Pie! Face! Pie face! Pie in the face! Me! Me me me!", and suddenly she stopped as she realized what was happening. Her eyes went wide, and she gasped. "No! Wait, no no no. NO, I was being hypothetical! You wouldn't.. oh no no no, no, no, you wouldn't give me a pie in the face! You wouldn't! I'm too gorgeous! Really I am! You'd never! No! Oh, no no no you don't!"

She backed up a step, and I moved forward a step. She was talking, fast. "No, please, really, no, it'll get in my hair, and I didn't bring a change of clothes, and no, no, please, don't give me a pie in the face!"

"Don't do what?"

"Give me a pie in the face! Wait! No, I didn't mean it like that I mean don't! Don't! Don't!"

"Don't do what?", I looked confused, purposefully.

She threw her hands up and back down in mock exasperation and said, loudly, "Give me a pie in the face!"

I drew my arm back to toss the pie straight at her, and as I did, she exclaimed. "NO no no no no no no no no no no no no oh my god NO! DON'T!"

I stopped. "Don't what?!

Frozen in place, eyes wide and face forward, she said, "GIVE M--"

I threw the pie firmly while she was in mid-sentence. It hit with a wet pie-in-the-face sound, and her whole face was immediately engulfed in a thick chocolate cream pie. A ring of cream landed around her shoulders and neck, and a good third of the pie splattered across the top of her head. The sides of her face and hair were coated. I reached up and smeared the pie all around her face for good coverage, and from ear to ear. Pieces of chocolate, cream, and crust oozed and dripped off of the bottom and down her cleavage, and slowly dripped off of her face to land on her dress, arms, and shoes.

"MMMMMPH!", she said, her face embedded in the thick, wide and deep chocolate cream pie. She made a squeaking sound, and I pulled my hand away, smiling.

She stood there, not moving, perfectly pied, her entire face coated in whipped cream and chocolate.

She opened her mouth, which was full of pie, and licked her lips. "Ohmygod! You.. you.. you did! You did it. You gave me a pie in the face! ME! I can't believe it! I can't believe you did that!"

She opened her eyes, and only one could see. The other was under a thick, gooey layer of cream.

I laughed. "Oh! Well, we did agree that anyone dumb enough to say a phrase like that deserved to get the pie!"

"Yes", she said in resignation, "Yes we did. We sure did. But.. but.. I never thought you would DO that to me! Oh! My god! Oh, my hair! My face!"

She wiped her eyes and looked at me. "I mean, that was cruel! That was... one hell of a pie in the face! I mean, look at me, I got a pie in the face! Me! I got a great big chocolate cream pie in the face! You.. you! I can't believe you DID that!"

I nodded. "OH yeah! And may I say I enjoyed every moment?"

"Oh! Oh you did, did you! God! I mean, it's not like I said "please pie me" or anything like that!"

I picked up a vanilla cream pie. Once again, she looked at me wide-eyed, but this time it was with a face smeared with pie. Her hair had a lot of pie stuck to it, and her dress was streaked and spotted with chocolate cream pie. A big piece had landed between her breasts and stuck there.

She protested. "Oh, you wouldn't dare do that again to me! No, you would NOT give me another pie in the face! You can't!"

"Actually, I would, and I can!"

"NO", she gasped, "You wouldn't!"

I nodded, "I would!"

She protested, "But, but, but, but but but you couldn't!"

I nodded again, "Oh, yes I could."

She spluttered, "Ohhh, but really, really, no really really really you shouldn't! You shouldn't! Not another pie! A vanilla cream pie? No, nooo, you shouldn't!"

"Oh. Oh yes. Yes. Yes, I should!", I was grinning.

"Please! No! No, you wouldn't! You couldn't! You SHOULDN'T!", she exclaimed.

I tossed the pie, hard, and it hit her in the face with a loud pop. The pie engulfed her from the top of her head to her neck, and from ear to ear. It seemed that the vanilla cream pie was not only heavy, but gooey and thick to really stick in place.

"MMMMMMMPHHHHHH!", she froze, the pie stuck to her and very slowly oozing off of her face.

"MFFWAH!", she cleared her pie-filled mouth. Licking pie off of her teeth, she said, "You did. You DID it! You did."

I laughed, "I did. Yes. Yes, I did."

"I. Can't. Believe. This is happening. I can't believe that you have pied me. Twice now!", she said, not touching the pie stuck to, and dripping from, her face.

I said, "Well, you did hit the trigger phrase after all."

She said, "Yes. I know. I know I did. But I never thought you would actually do it! I'm too pretty to get a pie in the face. But here I am, me, with a pie in the face! Twice! Oh my god, a pie in the face!"

She stepped out of her shoes, and I got out of mine. "My shoes.. oh no."

I said, "And your little black dress. Oh man. It's a wreck. We need to get it dry cleaned. Here. You can hang out in your underwear while I send this out."

I started to unzip the long zipper at the back of her dress, when she said, "No! No wait, I need to tell you something..."

I interrupted, "Oh, it can wait, lets get this off of you and to the dry cleaners!"

She spun as I pulled the zipper down half way. "No! Oh god no, stop with the zipper, you don't understand! I--"

I interrupted again, "Relax! I bet you've worn less at the beach, and it's not like I haven't see underwear before."

She was holding up the top of her dress, pie still dripping everywhere, and her hair and head a matted mess of thrown and smashed pies. Most of her face was either cream-coated or streaked. She turned around to the table, and as she picked up a pie I dragged the zipper at the back of her dress all of the way down, which was almost completely to the bottom.

She gasped, and turned around, a pie in her hand. Blinking cream out of her eyes, one hand under a huge pie and the other tugging her dress up.

She said, "I'm warning you, stop with the zipper! And stop with my dress, you don't understand! I'll.. I'll throw a pie, that's what I'll do!"

I said, "That's a very big banana cream pie!",

She nodded, "Yes, it is! Huge! I'm warning you!"

I calmly said, "Look, please, relax. I'll take care of the dress, and pay for the dry cleaning. We just need to get it off of you. We'll stay here until they bring it back, all clean!"

As I tugged the dress, she exclaimed, "NO! You don't understand! Wait! No Wait! Wait wait wait! I need to explain, let me explain..."

I tugged once, hard, and the dress fall to her ankles. She shrieked, and looked at me in pretend-shock, half-smiling, and yelled "I was trying to tell you! I'm not wearing any underwear!"

I stood up and looked at her. "Oh. Wooooops...oh fuck, you're totally naked."

She was stark naked, already pied twice, and holding a large banana cream pie.

"Yes, woops!! Oh my GOD! Now I'm naked! Why is this happening to me! I'm completely naked! Oh my god!"

I nodded, "Yes, yes you are! Birthday-suit!"

"Birthday suit!", she yelled back at me.
"Mmmmm. Yep. Yes, you are. Totally. Bare. Naked. Um... sorry?"

"I was trying! To tell you! I was not wearing anything under my dress!"

"And now, you are not wearing anything!", I said.

"And now I'm not! Wearing! Anything! I'm naked! Stark! Totally. Naked! Oh my god! Quick! Get me something to wear!", she said.

"Anything?", I asked.

"Anything! I don't care what! I need to be wearing something! Anything!"

I said, "Ok!", and I placed my hand under her hand, the one holding the banana cream pie.

She looked at me, "Oh don't! Ohhhh. No no no no, please, I'm naked you can't, no no no NO-- MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!"

I flipped up the pie into her face and smeared it in wide, relentless circles all over her head. Ear to ear, front to back, while cream and crust fell off and landed on whatever bare skin was between the floor and her face and head.

"OH! You did NOT just do that! Oh.. now I'm naked with nothing on but.. but.. a pie in the face!', she said, not moving while her head was coated in pie.

I said, "I did!"

"Oh, I can't believe this! You.. you did this to me! How could you do this to me when I'm naked! I'm so naked, except for this pie in my face! Agh!"

"You're naked except for what?"

"Pie in my face!"

"Wait, what?"

"Pie! Pie pie pie! Pie in my face!"

I picked up another chocolate cream pie and slammed it into her face, sending her reeling back a little. The pie exploded all over her, and sent chocolate and cream all over her body in splatters, splashes and globs while once again engulfing her face.

"MrrmrmrmrmrmrmrmmrphhhH!", she growled. "OH my GOD! You pied me, naked! I can't believe you did that again! But I'm naked! You gave me a pie in the face naked!"

"Uh huh!", I laughed, "Oh, you look amazing! You look ridiculous, but you look.. very hot!" I walked up and took a fingerful of pie from her lips and tasted it. "Mm, and you taste good!"

"Ha ha!', she said in mock exasperation. She leaned in and grabbed my shirt and wiped her eyes.

"Hey!", I said, "My shirt!" She ran her hands down to my pants, and noticed a considerable bulge.

"Oh!", she said."This is turning you on, isn't it? Giving me all of these pies in the face?"

"Yes, Yes it is. I'm really, really enjoying this!", I grinned.

She looked up at me. "You're enjoying hitting me with pie after pie after pie? So giving me, me!, a pie in the face makes you hot?"

I nodded, "Oh, yeah! Setting you up to fall into getting pied? Hell yes!"

"Is that so!", she said. She suddenly ripped open my shirt, sending buttons everywhere, and pulled it off of me. Then, running her hands down my chest, she got to my pants.

"Hey, wait.." I said, but she unbuttoned them, and slid her hands under the waistband.

I said, "Wait, wait, your hands are inside of my boxers.. hang on!"

"No." she said, and slid my pants, and boxers, to the floor. I stepped out of them.

I said, "Well, dammit. Now I'm totally naked!"

She said, "And totally happy to see me, pies and all!"

She turned around and took two pies from the table, one in each hand.

I asked, "What are you doing?"

She didn't say anything, but turned around and smashed a pie all over my chest and dragged it down over my abs and finished by smashing it all over my now very hard cock. I gasped, because it felt unexpectedly cool and amazing.

Grinning, now she just held the other pie, but she turned around and grabbed a second pie. Now she was back to a pie in each hand, standing in front of me wearing nothing but the many pies I'd already gotten her with.

I looked down at my cream-smeared body. "Well, now you've done it. Now I'm naked and wearing nothing but a great big pie!"

She asked me, "Hey, what was that thing you wanted me to say before?"

"Which thing?"

"The trigger thing!"

"The trigger-- oh! That! I'll tell you! Just gimme those two pies first."

"These two pies?", she asked.

"Those two pie. Give me those pies and I'll tell you.", I replied.

"You want these two pies? Want me to give them to you?"

"Yes! Definitely! Do exactly as I tell you. You want me to have them, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, I do!"

"Great! Then hand 'em over."

"Overhand them?"

"Ha! No, I mean hand 'em over. You know, give them to me."

"The whole things?", she asked, grinning.

"The whole things!"

"So I should just let you have it?"

I said, "Now we're talking! Yes, let me have it! When I tell you to let me have it, then no fooling around - let me have it!"

"Let you HAVE it?", she was nearly laughing.

"Yes! Yes, yes, let me have it and then I'll tell you! You really want to let me have it, don't you?"

She replied, barely stifling a laugh, "OH, yes, I really really do! Waiting for the order, sir!"

"Well! Come on, let me have it already!"

She walked up and very quickly slammed the two pies into my face, and aggressively swirled them around and around, smearing my entire head in two pies.

"MMMMMMRG!". I stood there, pied, while she gave me two massive pies in the face.

"There!" she said, "Pie in the face! Now, what was it you were going to say?"

Unable to see, I said, exasperated, "I was just going to say that earlier, I wanted you to say 'give me a pie in the face'"

"What?"

"Give me a pie in the face!", I said again.

"What what? Sorry I have chocolate in my ear!"

I sighed, with the two pies dripping off of my face and head. I wiped my eyes, and looked at her, grinning and holding a pie. "Give me. A pie. In the face".

She laughed and shrugged and said, "Ok!" and she pitched the pie at me, once again nailing me right in the face. This time she erupted into laughter, and turned her back to me. Laughing deeply, she said, "Oh, that was great! You look ridiculous! Naked and pied! Naked! And so PIED! Hahahahahah! Ah-hahahahah! Oh, I got you so good! Pie in the face! Ahh-hahahah! You're so pied! You look funny! Ah, hahahah!"

While she was laughing, I picked up two more pies and stood behind her. I positioned myself, and said, "Oh, Little Miss Pie in the Face?"

She stopped laughing and turned around to face me. "What?"

I pie-sandwiched her face and head, sending an immense amount of pie over her head, cascading down the front of her body, and down her back.

"Mmmmmmrmrmrmrmrmmrmrrrrrrphhhhhhhhhhhrhrhrh!", she groaned, holding her head up while I smeared the pie to engulf her face, and smear all of her hair, down to her butt. I finished by rubbing pie all over her breasts and her bum, and then down her torso to her clit.

She stood there, resigned. "I'm naked. And you pied me. Again!" she threw her hands up like she was surrendering to the sheriff. "I give up".

I wiped my eyes a bit more, and looked at her. She was creamed from head to hips, the top of her body coated in thick, thick pies, and her face a covered white surface of pies. Her hands we up in the "I surrender" position, so I grabbed the closest pie and tossed it, giving her yet another pie in the face. The pie exploded all over her face, head, shoulder and chest. "Mnom!", she said, licking the pie from her lips, "Mmm. Yeah. I'm pied."

I laughed, and she dropped her arms to her sides.

She said, through a totally pied face, "I need to confess something to you."

I said, "Yes? go on..?"

She continued, "That you get turned on my giving me a pie in the face?"

"Yes?"

"Honestly, I love it. I'm very turned on right now. So..."

"Mm hmm?", I picked up two more pies.

"Pie me! Pie the fuck out of me and don't stop. Wreck me! Obliterate me with pies! Pie after pie after pie! I'm naked! I'm your pie target! Get me and pie me right now! Pie me! Pie the fuck out of me! Hit me with a p---MMMRPGH!", and mid-sentence I tossed a pie right into her face with enough force to send her head back a little. I laughed, and as she licked her lips and wiped her eyes, I tossed another one.

"Oh my god!", she exclaimed, and I landed yet another pie, this time on the top of her head, sending pie oozing over her. Her breathing was getting deep, and I knew she was as turned on as I was. I took another pie, and said, "So, never thought you'd be the one to get a pie in the face, did you?"

She wiped her eyes and said, "You wouldn't give a gorgeous naked girl a great big pie in the face, would you?"

I slammed the pie into her face and smashed it up and over her head, and then answered, "Yes."

Without missing a beat, she said, "Good answer", and wiped her eyes.

I smashed two more pies in quick succession all over her head and hair, sending her reeling a little. She wobbled a little, just standing there under layers and layers of pies.

I stood back, "I'm admiring my handiwork! Wow! You look hot! So pied! You're totally, utterly, pied."

"Yes, yes I am. Look at what you've done to me!", she slowly wiped her eyes.

"I'm looking! And I love it. Now then!"

"Yes?", she asked.

"Grab a pie from the table."

She grabbed two.

"Great! Now bring them here please!"

She walked over, and before I could react, she slammed the two pies into my face. As she smeared me but good, she said, "Oh! OH no! I'm sorry I tripped! Oh no! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that! It just happened!"

"Oh, you did NOT just do that! You.. you pied me! You got me!"

She backed up to the table. "You.. you want to get me back, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, yes, I do, and I will! Merciless. Relentless."

"But, there are six pies left! And I'm naked! Totally! You.. you wouldn't hit a naked girl with six pies would you?"

I picked up a pie and smashed it into her face. "Pie in the face".

"MMmmmmmm!" She groaned, "Oh, a pie in the face!"

I immediately picked up one of the remaining pies, and as she was wiping her eyes and spreading the pie and gooey, sticky whipped-cream around her face, I slammed the pie onto the top of her head in a "pie hat", smashing it down so that the contents of the pie smushed out and crept over her hair and down her forehead and over her ears.

"Oh! Ohohoho!!", she said, standing up and throwing her shoulders back. "Oh my god! I'm under attack! Help!"

As fast as I could, I reached back and grabbed another two pies from the table. With my left hand, I smashed the pie into her face. "MMMMMMMFFF!", she said, and she tried to say through a mouthful of pie "Oh my god!", which came out "O'mgah!". I laughed and then slammed the other pie into her chest, between her breasts, and then smashed and spread the huge, creamy pie all over her breasts, making sure her nipples were coated with the cool, silky whipped cream.

Her jaw dropped into a big "O", and she gasped, "OH! Oho! Oh oh oh! Ooooooo!", she said, as the pie in her face slid off and down onto her already-thickly-coated chest, and she wobbled under the barrage I was giving her.

With the last two pies, one in each of my hands, I grinned and said, "Ok, wipe your eyes." Breathing heavily, she wiped her eyes and looked at me. "Why?" she asked.

I held the pie in front of her face. And then held the other pie in front of her, so she could see them. "Uh huh..", she said.

I asked, "Pies?"

She nodded, tottering on unsteady feet "Yesh pleash!"

I slammed the last two pies, one in her face and one on the top of her head. She moaned through a face utterly and totally wrecked with pies "Mmmmooohh... I can't stand it any more!", and she reached out, found me and practically jumped me, pressing her pied body against mine. I fell to the floor, pulling her with and on top of me. She immediately maneuvered herself on top of me, and as soon as she could, she impaled herself on my very hard cock. Licking her lips, she just said, "Fuck me, right now! Hard! Ungh! You pied me, now fuck me!" My hands slid all over her totally pie-coated body, until my fingers found her clit as our hips slapped against each other's.

We fucked each other breathless in a pile of the creamy, gooey contents of the pies we'd obliterated each other with all day. Both of us, covered head to toe in pies, hands full of pie-filling into each other faces as we exhausted ourselves in the best sex imaginable.