This was written by my wife from her point of view about a birthday session we had a couple of years ago. Only the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.

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On the Saturday of Pop's birthday, my best friend and sometime threesome partner Jenni and I set to work making pies and filling jugs. Between us we'd bought various flavors of custard, cream, blueberry and strawberry cake batter, green slime, paper plates, and a small collection of jugs to fill. Then we got changed into some of Pop's favorite outfits of ours. I wore a white tank top that had seen better days, but that was for the best! It looked great when it was wet or covered in gunge. I have smaller breasts but that does mean I rarely, if ever wear a bra and a wet tank-top means. things get easily visible very quickly! I matched the top with a white lace thong that really showed off my ass which was looking particularly tight recently. Jenni wore a polka dot push-up bra that made the most of the cleavage from her DD-cup boobs and pale pink panties that fully covered her bum--just right for being filled with custard. We both made sure our make-up was pristine and our hair was perfectly set.before we called Pop in.

When Pop entered the bathroom, he stood slack-jawed in the doorway. The camera was already rolling, and we were ready to go, both of us smiling at his obvious surprise.

Jenni gestured to our assortment of goo. "Welcome to your pie shop. But unfortunately, business has been bad. You only have two customers!"

"Wow," he said, leaning back against the counter in apparent shock. Then he smiled. "I should treat my customers very well."

I smiled, setting off our game. "Hi! I've come here to pick up my order."

"Right here." He reached for some messy ammunition: a thick custard pie.

He strode over and slapped the pie straight onto my face, even quicker than I'd expected. The sloppy goo splattered all over my face, sloshed into my hair and down my tank top. I looked down and I was covered in custard with my tank top stuck to my tits and stomach.

Jenni giggled at my predicament. "Sir, Natalie shouldn't get everything, I have an order too. Do you remember which one it is?"

"How could I forget?"

He grabbed a jug of strawberry cake batter and tugged open Jenni's bra. She squealed as Pop poured the entire contents down the front and over her breasts, covering them in thick pink slop. Jenni's polka dot bra was instantly tinted pink, and her nipples stood out beneath the tight fabric.

"That wasn't the right order," she said, mock-serious. She tried to remove some batter from her cleavage by bending over, her back to Pop and me.

"My bad," Pop said, pulling the elastic of Jenni's panties.

She gasped in shock when he poured a second jug of batter on her skin. This time it pooled into her soft panties. I helped him squeeze her bum. The light blue batter splooshed out from the sides and top of her panties, dripping everywhere. The creamy goo splattered down the back of her thighs and up her back.

"You got it wrong again," she said, wiggling her batter-soaked backside. "I'm never coming here again."

"Wait, if this is the way you treat your customers," I said, "I don't know if this is the shop for me."

"How can I convince you otherwise?" he asked.

"I want another large custard pie, with raspberry filling and whipped cream on top. And I'd like a jug of something...green. Do you think you can do that?"

"Let me see what I can do."

He walked to the table and picked up a large custard and raspberry pie, then sprayed the top with whipped topping. He offered it to me as if handing over a real pie.

"That doesn't look right," I said.

"In what way?"

Beside me Jenni snickered, still covered in cake batter. I grinned at Pop. "I don't know. It just doesn't look right."

"Would you like me to replace it?" he asked.

"No. I'm so disappointed! I thought this pie place was going to be perfect."

"You should let Natalie have that one for free" Jenni said. "It's what she deserves."

"I think you're right." Pop replied.

My vision suddenly went dark, and I gasped as he smushed another pie onto my face. The custard and whipped cream were cool and slimy. Pop rubbed the paper plate around and slapped it on the top of my head. Some of the mess fell in dollops down to tank top. He ran his hands up and down my body until the tank top was completely soaked.

I couldn't see when he grabbed a paper plate of whipped cream and slapped it right across my pussy. I squealed, then laughed when Jenni helped me clean my face. We grinned at each other.

"I bet you taste good," she said.

"You too."

We took turns tasting the goo on our faces, kissing and licking while Pop massaged our breasts and bums.

"Wait," I said, breaking off the kiss. "I didn't ask for whipped cream. I asked for something green. That is, unless you're out..."

"On the contrary," Pop said, retrieving a jug from the table. "I have everything you need."

He grabbed a jug of green slime and tipped it over my head, pouring it all over. I couldn't see through the goo, but when Jenni gasped, I knew she'd had got some over her too. The cold slime slid over my hair, over my face, over my chest. I imagined how I looked, covered all over with the green gunge. Every inch of my skin was covered. I wiped my eyes and saw Jenni doing the same.

"That was a lot," I said with a laugh.

Pop grinned. "Just trying to keep my customers happy."

"Good. Because I'm very, very thirsty."

He quickly returned with a large pitcher of ice-cold water, there were actual ice-cubes in it! With three sloppy sploshes,he drenched my face and body. The tank top was almost see-through now and my nipples were so hard.

"Very refreshing," I said after coming to my senses from the cold. "Jenni, are you thirsty?"

"Yes, actually, but"

Pop obliged her need by grabbing another ice water filled pitcher.

"Wait," Jenni said.

"Why?" Pop grinned. "I know you well enough to know you that you appreciate the cold too."

He splashed her with the cold water, even when she squealed. She bent over some, trying to fend off the cold, but he only tipped the rest onto her hair and back.

I was still smiling when I said, "I think I still want more. Do you have anything left?"

"Of course. But selection is limited. You'll just have to take what I give you."

He sandwiched my head with the two pies, engulfing my hair and face in thick yellow and white slop. He dragged the soggy paper plates down to my breasts. My face was completely covered. My hair was slathered and to my face.

I put my hands on my hips, with pie filling dripping down my whole body. "But I already had custard."

"Sorry," he said. "How about this?"

He picked up a jug full of something white and thick, and pulled open the front of my tank top. He slowly tipped the jug and began to pour the cream down my front. The thick cream slopped over my breasts and down my stomach, sloshing over my thong and down my thighs, soaking me completely. I gasped as I received what, to be fair, I had asked for. He let my tank top go and dropped the empty jug into the floor. I peeled the sticky top away from my chest and looked down at my cream-soaked skin.

I looked over and Jenni was grinning too much at my predicament. "Do you have anything different for Jenni? Something savory? Sometimes Jenni likes variety."

"I do?" Asked Jenni

"You do." I replied

He drenched Jenni in an entire jug full of tomato soup, flinging it at her so it covered her cleavage and splashed down her front. She laughed. "At least this isn't cold!"

"But there's more."

Pop grabbed another jug and tipped it over her head. It splattered all over her, covering her face and coating her hair and dribbling down her back towards her bum. Most of her body now dripped with warm, thick soup.

"We have a dress code in this shop," he said. "You're both wearing far too much."

I tugged off the tank top and stepped out of my custard-soaked thong. Jenni undid her bra. Her soup and batter-filled panties dropped to the tub floor. "Whatever we need to do for more fun," I said.

We stood in front of him, completely naked except for the generous coating of custard, whipped cream, cake batter, cream, tomato soup and green slime.

There were still some pies left on the table, but I looked them over disapprovingly. "Only three left."

"Let me have two," Jenni said. "I know what Natalie wants."

He handed over two of the whipped cream pies, both of them piled high. "What does she want?"

"Here," she said. "Hold this one and then bend over."

I turned my back toward her and pushed my bum in the air. I held one pie in front of my face. Jenni stood over me, playfully holding the pie before slapping it forcefully over my bottom. The force of the messy slap pushed my face into the whipped cream piled high in front of me. I laughed as sloppy pie filling dribbled from both my face and bum.

Jenni ran her hands over my slop-covered bottom. "That's what you were going to order, right?"

"Yup. Now I insist. I'll order for you." I grabbed a chair we had in the bathroom and asked Pop to hand over the last pie. It was piled high with whipped cream, so full it overflowed the sides of the paper plate it was on. I placed it carefully on the seat of the chair. "There you go!"

Jenni positioned herself, legs on either side of the chair and laughed as I pushed her slowly down. The pie filling oozed between her legs as she sat on the creamy dessert. As she sat naked on the chair, Pop grabbed one last item which he must have brought up from the kitchen while we were busy setting up. A bucket full of mixed-up spaghetti hoops, baked beans, and creamed corn. Normally I avoid savory but at this point what the hell. I stood behind where Jenni sat and leaned forward so my chin was on her shoulder.

"Do you worst." I challenged him.

Pop smiled and dumped the savory mixture all over us--in our hair, down our backs, over our thighs and breasts and faces until we were totally slathered.

Slowly we stood up, making sure he had a great view, and we were perfectly framed for the camera that was still running.

"Happy birthday!" we both said in unison and fell about laughing.