Revenge, a dish best served cold!

[messyman]

This is my first attempt at writing so here goes . . .

As the fourth pair of handcuffs clicked shut, and his left leg was dragged to the corner of the bed - Dan realised this wasn't his best idea.
The chance meeting with his ex wife, the one too many wines and the immortal "we should do 1 more messy session for old times sake" had started to go wrong.
Naked except for a pair of silky ladies undies, he was now spread eagled on a bed, the lacy g-string in his mouth preventing him from talking, and the wet cotton wool in each ear making him deaf - she was about to take revenge.
Revenge for being dumped for the younger neighbour, and the humiliation of all her kinky behaviour being the talk of the neighbourhood.
Dressed in her sexiest underwear, Jan was in control, and she was enjoying it. As she undid a small carton of custard he saw her talking into her phone, and then without a word she poured the contents into her knickers - sliding her thong across his groin - he quickly stood to attention. Sliding up his body, she turned slightly, and he felt a warm mist like spray on his manhood. A new sensation, it was a strange smell that caught his nostrils as he realised - aaargh - the pain in his groin was unbearable - his eyes watered as he tried to scream - deep heat - the muscle rub was burning. His erection quickly quelled - he realised "don't get aroused and it doesn't hurt". No chance as the custard thong reached his mouth; he was very quickly in pain again. Her head turned slightly and grinned, all Ian felt was her hands pushing down on his shoulders - as fingernails grabbed his cock and squeezed. Who was with them?
The nails pushed harder - the pain was immense, then the hardest slap across his cock - reducing him to nothing - again.
Emma was Jan's daughter - a 25 year old buxom blonde who hated Dan with a vengeance. As she began to stroke his cock, the muscle rub working again, Jan moved to let him see, just as Emma reached into a carrier bag under the bed.
2 weeks notice had given Jan ample time to plan and prepare.
Dan was scared now, Emma hated him, and he knew it. He couldn't quite make out the bottle she had in her hand, he just saw the thin pointed nozzle.
The pain he felt was razor like as she held his cock and the nozzle was pushed down the end - but was nothing compared to the stomach-churning experience of having mustard squirted straight in you with the venom Emma showed.
His tongue nearly pushed the g-string out, but was prevented by Jan's jam covered nipple being thrust into his mouth.
As Emma withdrew the bottle top, he caught a glimpse of her pointing the mustard toward his face. Managing to move slightly, the torrent of stinging yellow hit Jan's breast and splattered across the black lace of her bra.
Jan turned, laughing and picked up a tomato sauce bottle from a bag. Taking aim she fired a steady stream of red at Emma, hitting her just above her pink patterned bra. Turning crimson with sauce, she giggled and aimed again at her mum with the mustard. A direct hit on Jan's toned tummy allowed the yellow to run down into the waistband of her knickers to mix with the remains of the custard.
A painful slap reminded Dan that Emma had noticed his arousal, bus as she hit him; another ribbon of colour splashed her midriff and ran towards the top of her shorts. Emma noticed again that Ian was beginning to enjoy this, as she opened the waistband of her shorts to allow the sauce in. Another slap, she was enjoying making him erect, even if only to knock him down. Jan too noticed his hard on, and held the white lacy knickers open to reveal his now throbbing cock. An onslaught of tomato sauce hit him and her hands quickly followed ensuring he remained hard.
As she leant forward, Emma grabbed the sauce bottle from her and began to fire at herself. Dan's erection was fit to burst as Emma's shorts began to fill and as she rubbed her crotch on his member, he knew this was going to be a long and painful day.
Emma skilfully opened a condom packet with her teeth and slid it on him, pulling her shorts to one side; she was just about to nestle on him when her face exploded beneath a green mush. So engrossed in her plan was Emma she didn't see her mum open the large tin of mushy peas. The force nearly knocked her over, but her mum's hands pushing down on her shoulders impailed her on Dan's member.
Another face full of goo and Emma gave up on this ride, much to Dan's dismay, leaving him with an almighty slap.
For the next few minutes all hell broke loose, Jan and Emma were at war, fighting with every handful and morsel of food and gunge they could find. It was in faces, over hair, in bra cups, down backs, inside knickers and up arses.
Dan thought to himself, "if only he'd known they both would play, he might still be married!"
Still unable to hear, he saw them both come to a sudden stop and Jan goes to leave the room. Emma stood menacingly over him, with a pair of scissors, he closed his eyes waiting for the pain, but it didn't come. The white knickers were gone. Jan re-entered and mouthed something to Emma. She quickly sat on Dan's chest, her dripping shorts bursting against his chin. Unable to see past her he felt another slap, then another.
As Emma slid up over his face, his tongue trying desperately to manoeuvre the gag, he saw two more faces laughing at him.
Sindy, a short fat ex-hooker that he'd tried to blackmail into some freebies, and Audry, who was once described as a peroxide blonde cock-teasing bi-sexual bimbo had entered the room.
Things were getting worse . . . .

[paulthepieman]

Hi Messyman

Just a quick note to say fantastic story, I can't wait for it to continue.

Paul

[courier]

great start hope there's more to follow

[messyamature]

im more than happy to act out this story, any other like minded females want to join in, pm me lol

[messycakes]

you'll need a leading male! Cough. Cough

[Richard]

you'll need a leading male! Cough. Cough

Sorry messycakes but you have reminded me of when I started in retail pharmacy. When someone came into the shop asking for cough mixture we (my fellow apprentices and me) would lean over the counter and ask "fer coff?". Very childish I know but I've been into silly things ever since, hence sploshing!

[messyamature]

still a good read, never did read the next part