It was the end of the semester, and our university was holding a small fair to celebrate. With dissertations and exams completed, everyone was making the most of the day. I walked around the fair with Joe, going on rides and playing carnival games. He teased me as I squealed in fear and clutched his arm on the ferris wheel, and I teased his poor aim as he failed miserably at the coconut shy.

We were chatting comfortably, snacking on overly sweet candy floss when we reached the raffle table. A few people were gathered around the table looking at the prizes- vouchers, a bottle of wine, a romantic hamper, and a shared mystery prize. Having both failed to win anything at the fair, we decided to enter and wait for the draw.

We didn't have to wait long as the fair was closing soon. As each drawing passed and our numbers weren't called, we figured it just wasn't our day. Until the announcer called Joe's number for the romantic hamper. I was more excited than him, whooping as he went to collect it, happy one of us had finally won. As everyone turned to stare at me, I realised that they thought that I was his girlfriend excited to share the prize, and my cheers died in my throat as I went bright red.

Finally, they were announcing the mystery prize, with the first number to be read to be the giver of the prize. Curious, I convinced Joe to stay until the end of the raffle. The number called out belonged to my tutor, and I grinned up at her as she was brought onto the shabby stage. Ellen was made to stand behind a plastic chair with a small deserts trolley next to her, covered with a white cloth. Then the announcer read the second number:86.

Wait. That's me.

I'm frozen with shock as Joe laughs next to me. He slaps me on the arse and nudges me to get me moving towards the stage, where I'm led to sit in the chair. I'm conscious of how short and flimsy my dress is as the cold plastic touches the back of my thighs. Ellen and I smile nervously at one another as she rests a hand on my shoulder. My skin tingles as she rubs her thumb absentmindedly across the bare skin, my senses all heightened. The announcer suddenly pulls back the cloth, revealing a large cream pie and a tall glass jug filled with custard, stating that my prize is a desert course served by my tutor.

My hands are suddenly coated in sweat, my heart pounding. The summer sun suddenly feels too hot, like a spotlight burning my face, illuminating my impending humiliation. I squirm in my seat, rubbing my thighs together, focusing on Joe as he moves closer to the stage for a better look, laughing. Ellen is whispers in my ear that she'll be gentle, but I don't hear her over the blood pumping in my ears. A nervous excitement washes over me as I smile shyly at her before looking out at the crowd chanting for her to ruin me. I feel her warm breath on my neck and it makes me shiver as she pulls off my glasses. The last thing I see clearly is Joe grinning up at me.

Seconds drag for an eternity as Ellen picks up the pie. I grip the seat until my knuckles turn white as I wait anxiously. My cheeks burn as I see that the crowd has grown to witness my humiliation. Suddenly, the pie is hovering underneath my chin and the world around it slips away. I lick my dry lips as I stare at the mass of cream before me, my breathing shallow. I watch as a dollop of cream drops from the pie in slow motion, gasping as it lands on my naked thigh.

Time returns to normal, though, as the pie moves rapidly towards my face. The cool cream envelopes my features with a soft, wet splat and I can't hold back the quiet moan. As my tutor rubs the cream around my face, egged on by laughter and applause, my heart drops through my cunt. As she works the pie into the contours of my face, chunks of filling, cream and pie crust drop into my large cleavage with a satisfying splat. I have to resist the urge to massage the cool cream into my heaving breasts, wanting to feel it all over my skin. She slides the pie onto the top of head, dragging the cream and strawberry filling through my freshly dyed ginger hair. As the pie filling drips down my face, my knickers are flooded, my nipples standing on end, poking through my thin summer dress. Part of me feels ashamed that I'm so aroused by tutor humiliating me with a cream pie so publicly. The rest of me thinks that's the most exciting part.

Before I can react, the pie is removed and I feel a thick substance begin to dribble down my face. Ellen's hand is still burning on my shoulder, her finger dancing across my skin beneath the strap of my dress. I wish that she would pull the dress down so that I was feel the cool liquid run across my breasts unencumbered. If she can tell how much her treatment is affecting me, she doesn't let on. She is taking her time pouring the custard, so that I feel every drip coat my hair.

The crowd laughs at the audible hitch in my breath, thinking that it's a response to the cold custard dribbling down my face, ruining my makeup, and not my pussy clenching in pleasure. The custard continues its journey, caressing my neck like a lover as I take gasping breaths, pressing my thighs tightly together, desperately seeking friction on my wet pussy. Ellen nears the end of the jug as the custard finally reaches my clothes. It covers the straps of my thin summer dress, dribbling over Ellen's hand. She continues sliding her thumb back and forth in what she thinks is a comforting motion. She is instead driving me wild as her thumb slides against my slick skin, rubbing the custard in. My whole body shudders, eliciting a laugh from the crowd, as as I imagine her mirroring the motion on my slick clit. The custard is trickling across my chest, tickling the over sensitive skin. I regret not wearing a bra as the custard dribbles inside my dress, running torturously down my breasts. The cool liquid runs over my hard nipples like a tongue and pushes me over the edge.

I bite my cheeks to stop myself from screaming out as the orgasm racks my body, gripping the seat tightly. The crowd mistakes my shocked expression and gasping breaths for revulsion as the jug is put down. I'm pressing my thighs together, feeling the wetness in my knickers quickly cool. I'm pulled out of my reverie as Ellen apologises to me with a smile. Before I can respond, she pulls me into a hug and plants a wet kiss on my cheek in apology and solidarity. My cunt clenches as she pulls away, the lower half of her face and strands of her dark hair are coated with custard, as are parts of her once pristine clothes. All the while, the custard covering me is still trickling down my body, approaching my soaked underwear. We share a look at the feeling of the custard on our skin before we remember the crowd and laugh at one another. The moment is cut short as an icy slap of water hits our heads, making us scream.

The announcer has tipped an bucket of ice cold water over our heads to clean us up for the journey home. We cling to one another, gasping and laughing in shock. Ellen's face is still pressed against mine as our wet hair tangles together. I can feel her shuddering breaths. We look down and see that my breasts are now visible through my thin, white dress and Ellen's face burns as I catch her staring at my dusty pink nipples. The water finally stops pouring, and the announcer gets us to take a bow. There are wolf whistles and cheers as my bow makes my wet breasts threaten to spill out of my dress. As I hug Ellen goodbye, I feel her wet breasts against mine as water from her dark hair trickles over my shoulder. We linger for a second too long, enjoying the feeling of the other's wet body, before separating. Finally, I put my glasses on and lock into the crowd.

I see Joe staring at me, slack jawed. It becomes immediately obvious that unlike the rest of the crowd, he knows exactly what happened. He is holding the hamper in front of his crotch, his hand hidden behind it, clearly moving. I smile down at him in the knowledge that I wasn't the only one getting off on my prize. Glancing around to make sure no one sees, I kneel down pretending to tie my trainers. Instead, I slide my wet knickers off my body as he watches in shock. I walk innocently to the stages stairs, making sure that he can see up my skirt to my naked pussy. Linking arms with him to walk home in just my transparent dress, I slip the knickers into the hamper as his final prize.